#midoriya angst

[angelshimaa]

— thinkin about a fragile, exhausted izuku

✧ cw :: a lil angsty but there's comfort, gn!reader, no dialogue, just an izu who really needs to be held :(

exhaustion has found a home on izuku's face. his vibrant eyes have never looked so dull, accompanied with heavy eyelids and deep eyebags etched into his skin. he himself looks so heavy— as if his shoulders have never known the weightlessness of freedom.

it's only natural for you to want to help hold him together, and you try to do exactly that when you reach out and cup his face. gently, as if he could just crumble under your touch at any moment.

he's not sure what it is— the warmth of your touch against skin that had forgotten what softness was, or the pained worry on your face, or even the hushed tenderness you utter to him— but it has his eyes well up with tears.

izuku cries when you tell him how he deserves rest. he cries at you calling him 'izu' in a voice so gentle it seems to speak to his heart. he cries at your praise, telling him how well he's doing with what he has, and he cries harder at how you take care to brush his tears away.

and when you take him in your arms without a second thought, your beloved izu lets himself melt into you, dropping his burdens from his shoulders for the time being.

✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

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[gglitch1dd]

About the Cheating Dilf Izuku, I'm curious to know what would have happen if Izuku arrived again a minute too late?

Seeing reader die in the hands of Jigsaw since every story and anime i see.

The lovable and caring husband turns into like mean and abused after their wife dies like in Demon Slayer, Rengoku Shinjuro?

So yeah! Curious to know what would Izuku do once reader is gone and what will happen to the sprouts and how they would cope up with the fact their lovable mother is gone?

Also! Loved the mini series!🫶🫶 Hell it made me cry! I should be studying for the exam but damnnnn need some angst 😭😭

You mentioned a Rengoku and I perked up, @freshherowinnercloud. I LOVE Kyuojiro. I'd want all his babies. Either way, back to my main man.

Well... I think Reader and Izuku are very close in a sense that Izuku could very well not see a point in living anymore because of the fact that Reader isn't there. She gave him everything in his life, his home, his children, the things that push him to continue. But she's gone... that would be a very difficult situation for everyone.

Warning: Heavy depression, Reader's death, oldest sybling syndrome, grief

Toshinori entered his parents father's room. The curtains were drawn just like always, the room dark and stuffy. Toshinori entered the room, the room silent. Lying in bed was his father. Toshinori glanced at the lunch he had brought him. Not even a bite out of the sandwich that he had made.

Toshinori glanced down at the dinner he brought with him. He sighed as he walked forward, to where Izuku's side of the bed was. He replaced the lunch that was there with dinner that he knew he wouldn't touch.

The fourteen year old boy wasn't even sure if his father had even left his room since after the funeral.

The day you had passed was a dark day in the Midoriya household. It was the day that the very sun that kept the garden that was the Midoriya family, stopped shining.

Toshinori still couldn't get the sound of his father's scream in pure agony in the hospital out of his head. The sound of a man who had lost his wife and very meaning of existence.

You were murdered by Jigsaw, the villain who was rotting in prison right now, but was still breathing. You had gone to pick up Shoyo from preschool when the villain had attacked. You sacrificed yourself to save all those kids including your son.

And yet, Toshinori couldn't have helped but be so mad at you for it. Why did you have to do that? Why did you have to go on and get yourself killed?

You weren't a hero.

You were his mom.

And yet the moment you died, Toshinori didn't cry. He didn't cry once, not in public that is. Even at the funeral, when his grandma had put the boys all in black suits and stood next to her son at your funeral. Toshinori and his father were the only ones that didn't cry at the funeral. However, Toshinori was sure his father didn't cry for the same reason he did.

Izuku simply had no tears left on that morning to shed, and one could see it straight how much he was but a cusp of the man he once was. Standing there motionless, silent, rigid. Inko and Toshinori received all the condolences, people just having to take one glance at the Number One hero to see that he was in no state to even be there.

Since then, Toshinori tried to keep his brothers together. With the help of his grandma and his godpaerents, Aunty Mina and Uncle Hanta. Although he never asked for help, it was nice that they pitched in. Buying groceries, taking the boys to school, making lunch for them. All things Toshinori first denied them needing, but accepted anyways.

It was hard on all of the boys, not having you here. The house was quieter and empty. It was cold and lacked the warmth you brought.

Asahi buried himself in studying. He barely did anything else, other than start fights as well. Toshinori had to go to guardian meetings for parents because of the fact that his father just wasn't able to. Toshinori couldn't even talk to his eleven year old brother because it was like talking to a whole different boy.

Hero had stopped smiling entirely. Toshinori hadn't heard a joke or laugh from him since the day you died. According to letters his teacher was sending, the seven year old wasn't doing well in school and he wasn't participating. A lot of his teachers were accomodating and were trying to help him pass but if he continued like this, he would fail the year. All Hero did was play sports, but at least he had that.

Shoyo still tried smiling. The five year old, given to his name, tried to be as happy but clearly couldn't quite understand that you were never coming back. He would wait by the door sometimes, Toshinori having to carry him to bed because he thought you'd come walking through.

Koda however, he was just three. He probably wouldn't even be able to remember your face in a year's time.

And through all this, Toshinori barely just passed his UA entrance exam, only getting in through recommendation and nothing more considering he was too busy keeping track of all his brothers and keeping his disconnected father alive, to study for the written exam.

Toshinori wondered how on earth you did it. How you kept track of five boys all at once. How you managed to keep this family together through everything.

Because Toshinori was at his wits end and he realised something painful...

He'd never be you.

Toshinori stopped himself from leaving the master bedroom. He dropped his head. "You know... you're really selfish." He said outloud. "You are really really selfish."

He was met with silence was more. He turned to look at his father who's back was turned away from him, looking to your side of the bed where it was empty and it didn't smell like you anymore.

Toshinori tried to fight the rising bile of disgust and anger that was in his throat. "You just lay there and do nothing while I'm doing my best to keep us together!" Toshinori shouted as he motioned to his father. "Ever since mom-" Toshinori's throat closed up, being unable to see say it. He scowled disappointed in himself, tears flowing to his eyes. "You haven't been here. I need you to be here! We need you! Your sons need you! We don't have anybody else!" He shouted.

He was once again met with silence, dead stagnant silence.

Toshinori squeezed his eyes shut, letting the fat Midoriya tears flow from his eyes. "I lost my mom..." He let out weakly. "Your wife... I know how it feels but please... Dad please..." His voice cracked as he stared at his father's form. "I can't do this by myself. It's suffocating me. Please..."

His father didn't respond. He didn't move. He didn't speak.

Just nothing.

The fourteen year old lost all emotion to his face. He let out a scoff as he wiped his face with his sleeve. "What did I expect from you?" He let out lowly as he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Toshinori went straight to his room, placing the plate on his desk and closing his door. He walked straight to bed, too tired to even look at whatever homework he had to do or whatever studying he should probably touch up on. He fell back, staring up at the ceiling.

Suddenly his phone screen lit up.

Weakly he grabbed it off his bed side and looked at the screen.

(1) Memories from this day a few years ago.

Toshinori knew that sometimes the cloud storage recommended photos and videos from years back, but this was an odd one.

He tapped the notification. It was a video. Toshinori sighed, debating whether or whether not to watch it. Not seeing anything better to do, he tapped it.

The video started dark first but then light appeared. The camera work was shaky but then a laugh was heard. The camera panned to a young Toshinori, just a year old, who was sitting in a high chair with his chubby face covered in icing and cake crumbs. "Toshinori!"

The sound of his mother's voice made him still. Tears burned at his eyes just hearing your voice and your laughter.

The little baby looked up at the camera before laughing. The sound of his father's own laughter sounded closer than yours. You stepped into the frame with a cloth in hand. "You've got cake all over your face, baby." You said amusedly as you tried to clean him and his chubby grabby hands. "He's just happy about his birthday cake." Izuku said as he held the camera. "You only turn one once." You chuckled as you finally had your son clean, his big eyes blinking as you picked him up out of his chair. "That's true..." Finally your face was in view. Beautiful and lovely as you looked at Toshinori with so much love and devotion. "Oh my big boy. Look at how big you are already? My little hero." You laughed brining your nose to his. Toshinori giggled in the video, putting his now clean hands on your face. You smiled dearly, putting a kiss to his face. "Happy birthday, Toshinori!" Then the camera flipped and his father was there too. Izuku laughed as he pulled you and Toshinori into a hug, the three of you together. He had a bright smile on his freckled face. "Happy birthday, Toshinori." "Izuku did you take a picture?" His father moved his face close to the screen. "Oh this is a video." "Izuku!"

At the tone that you said his father's name Toshinori couldn't help but laugh. You always said his name like that when he says or does something wrong. The video ended with that. And that's when Toshinori remembered that you always used to send this video to his phone on his birthday.

Which only meant one thing.

Toshinori scrolled up to see birthday wishes and messages that were unopened on his phone.

It was 11pm...

and today was his birthday.

Izuku wasn't sure what it was about what Toshinori had said but the moment the boy left. He felt some semblance of control over himself. He had been stuck in a constant state of nothingness, feeling nothing, experiencing nothing, thinking about nothing, other than the fact that you weren't here anymore.

But now... now he felt like you'd be so disappointed in him.

Izuku buried his face in his pillow.

His boys. His wonderful boys that you gave him and look at what he was doing to them.

He couldn't for the life of him, feel like a responsible adult. In his mid fourties, having lost nearly a third of the weight he was before you had died and here he was rotting away like a sad worm.

Izuku reached over to grab his phone that was probably dead, to his surprise wasn't and he tapped the first person he thought of calling.

"... Izuku?! Is... Is that you?"

At the sound of his mother's voice, Izuku felt like putting down. He wasn't worthy to talk to her when she was spending everyday here, taking care of his own children while he felt like a failure.

"Izuku! Izuku if its you... please say something..."

"... Okaasan..." His voice was hoarse from lack of use and honestly he couldn't rememeber him ever sounding like that.

But his mother knew her son when she heard him and she let out a relieved sigh. "Oh thank God. I'm sorry I'm not there. I had to come home and get my laundry washed and buy a few things for the boys. Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Izuku didn't answer immediately but he let out a shaky breath. "I... I need help."

-Glitch1d

moral of the story, Izuku gets help and he tries to come back into the boys' lives. He disconnects for the most part. But it's understandable, but still painful

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[sugarlywhispers]

b.katsuki x reader ; m.izuku x reader — bakugou cheats on his gf, with midoriya's girlfriend.

☆– warnings; ANGST. swear words, cheating.

☆– i got inspired to write this angst while i was watching Grey's Anatomy, SPOILER ALERT, the episode where Alex leaves Jo and goes back with Izzy.

☆– okay, so, in this blog, we support old, grown up, calmed down mineta. i read a fanfic once (i can't remember the name! ill try to find it🙈) where mineta had cooled down his thirst for women and became a great friend (still with the double meaning of things, but funny actually), and i thought "okay, if we accept redeemed bakugou, we can accept redeemed mineta". in fanfiction, cuz he's still a stupid, hormonal kid in the manga/anime. so expect more cool mineta bestie here, cuz i like and enjoy double meaning humor. if it's not your cup of tea, you're welcome not to read this🤍

It takes a second, a breath, the entrance of air on your lungs to realize. To assimilate what happened, what it means.

"I brought a bottle of wine, some snacks and ice cream… Nothing heals the heart better than ice cream, talking about personal experience here," his voice says, but you're barely paying attention. You even saw him come into your apartment like it's his own, like he has done it thousands of times. But you don't leave your standing position by the door.

You saw the silhouette of Mineta, tall and broad shoulders through the peephole of the entrance door, and for a second you thought it was him. Even though they look nothing alike. But you thought… you wished it was him.

Bakugou Katsuki.

Reality hurts. 

Reality… is a bitch.

It takes a second to blink, to watch how everything changes, how everything falls apart in the simple action of closing and opening one's eyes.

You never thought it would happen to you. You thought he was it for you. You thought Bakugou Katsuki was going to be the one true love of your life. You trusted him. You gave him years of your life. Years where you thought he was the most amazing thing that ever happened to you. Years where you gave up dreams to help and support him in his dreams. And how does he thank you? Cheating. Choosing somebody else over you. Choosing her over you.

"I also heard hooking up with someone else also helps," Mineta jokes, snorting at his own ridiculous words. You know he is joking, he is your best friend and he has always joked this way. You know it. But… the heaviness in your chest doesn't know it. The pain in your heart doesn't know it.

"I'm not offering though… Don't take it personal, love. I love you and you're one the hottest hotties around here, but you're not exactly my type." He chuckles, taking the things he brought on bags over the counter of your kitchen.

You can see him from your position because it's not that far away, your apartment isn't big. When you and Bakugou went apartment hunting two months ago, you didn't want anything big and ostentatious. You simply wanted a home, whether that be a one room apartment.

It had been a home... Or so you thought.

Now, this apartment feels like a prison. A cell where it doesn't hold enough oxygen to breathe. Where every single corner reminds you of him. Where every single item and thing picked to decorate or to use, spoke about him. Him and you.

And there wasn't a "him and you" anymore.

Everything was a reminder of what him and you were.

There fucking isn't a "him and you" anymore.

"He left me," you breathe out, hand trembling over the doorknob.

Mineta turns around then. He sees you, shaking by the closed door at the entrance of your apartment. Hand holding the doorknob with strength, like your whole body depends on that contact to not fall apart. But your face… He has never seen you like this.

It's blank. And it's full of sentiment, emotions that hurt to actually see. Dark circles under your eyes. The skin of your face is pale, almost like a sick person; and that worries him. You're barely holding everything inside.

You are barely looking like your usual self.

Your breathing starts to agitate when you let go of the doorknob and turn your body a bit towards his direction. Then, your eyes find his.

"He… He just left me… And I–... I can't… I can't breathe," you finally cry.

You haven't cried since he confessed he had cheated on you with his ex-girlfriend, Uraraka Ochako. And that he has been doing it for three months. You did cry in that moment, but you haven't done it again. Not even when you broke the news to Mineta two days after–if you could describe your best friend's reaction, it would be murderous. It had been the first time you had seen Mineta Minoru that furious–. And you haven't even cried when you told Midoriya Izuku about what his actual girlfriend had been doing with your now ex-boyfriend. You remembered watching clearly the slow break of the number one Pro Hero's heart right through his eyes.

You haven't cried again until now. 

Why? Because today, you woke up to a message that said: "I'll pick up my stuff and leave the key at the apartment. I'll go in the morning when you're at work so I don't bother you." When you came back from work at 5pm today, Bakugou Katsuki had done as he promised. His clothes were no longer there, just more space for you to hang and organize your clothes. His computer set-up was no longer there, just an empty desk that you could use as your little home office. His shoes were no longer by the door, just empty space that you didn't know how to fill up.

The apartment is small, but it feels huge now that his things are no longer there.

You immediately texted Mineta: "S.O.S.", and it didn't take even an hour for him to appear with all this stuff he bought to make you feel better.

As you finally broke down on your knees, sobbing uncontrollably like you couldn't bring enough air to your lungs, Mineta knew any silly thing he could bring would be able to help you heal.

Because the only one able to heal this pain inside you… is yourself. 

But you're broken now. And Mineta's heart breaks with yours.

As he kneels beside you and holds you in his arms, he prays his friendship is enough to help you put yourself back together. And if not, Mineta prays to whatever exists up there that they send someone that can help you heal your heart with the devotion you deserve.

As you cry in your best friend's chest, you don't hear the little sound of a new notification on your phone. It's a message, that says:

"Hi, Y/N. It's Midoriya… I was just thinking that… only if you want to, if not it's okay… we could go grab a coffee together sometime. Just if you feel like it. Just… let me know if you want."

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[eris-snow]

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Tags: midoriya izuku x gn!reader,angst, breakup, swearing, ft bakugou,

It's been 4 months since your break up with Izuku, and you wish you could get over him. Lucky, you realised, if you could just erase everything from your head.

One word: Lucky.

Pretty pink ribbons and a flash of green. Rosy cheeks and laughter so sweet it chokes you.

Oh.

Your eyes lift to see Uravity greeting Deku with a smile that is brimming with such love that it makes you want to throw up. They're at it again.

The gifts and the bentos are bad enough, but the phone calls, the text messages, the team-ups.

It's everywhere like a plague with medicine; a virus with no vaccine-it's suffocating.

"Oh, Izuku," Uravity's soft voice breaks in, so innocent and perfectly surprised when Izuku brings out a bouquet of roses.

Third time this week but, hey, who's counting?

"These are lovely," She giggles, taking them and inhaling deeply. I'm not going to have enough vases for all the ones you're giving me."

"Then we should hit that florist Friday morning to get some more," Izuku replies easily, green eyes lighting up. "Your morning is free, right?"

"Sometimes I think you know my schedule better than me." Uravity teases. And oh, how vanilla it is to see the Number One flustered by his picture-perfect girlfriend.

You distinctly remember taking interview lessons when in U.A to evade paparazzi advances, but there's no training that can save Deku from being at the mercy of Uravity's words.

He bends his back over for everything with a pulse, but he bends furthest back for his girlfriend because that's who Deku is.

Lucky.

"Shortie?"

Vermillion red meets your blank stare, so you stare back. "Bakugou."

His searching eyes trace your gaze, and he pieces things together like it's elementary.

"It's been 4 months."

Since the breakup.

"You're still not over him-"

"I am."

Bakugou lets out a snort. "Yeah, real over him."

And in a flash, your fingers are grasping his collar and you're dragging his face closer to yours.

"I'm. Over. Him." You hiss.

You give him your most vacant stare, your steeliest tone. "I don't love him. I hate his face, his eyes, and his shitty, sunshine personality. His smile is the most hideous thing that I wish I could scrub from my memory and I hope I can blast my eardrums before I can hear his laughter for the nth time this week. Now for God's sake Katsuki Bakugou. Fuck off."

You hope that as you convince him, you'd gaslight yourself.

Bakugou's gaze is unwavering. No softening, no sympathy because hello, this is Katsuki Bakugou. Instead, he stares back unwaveringly, not backing down from your gaze. "Izuku misses you. He wants you back, as a friend."

Your grasp loosens on Bakugou's hero costume, and he adjusts it as he stands back at full height. "Get-together with Class A at the usual bar. Denki shot you a text, said you never replied."

You flop down on the seat of your tiny office, stationed right opposite Deku's.

You were one of the best heroes in the agency, and Deku recognised it. Fuck him, honestly.

"I'm not going." You reply.

"I'm going."

"I don't care."

"I'm knocking some fuckin' sense into you, alright, so dial back the sass." Bakugou growls. "My idiot friends care about you, so suck it up and let them care about you. It's been 4 damn months, so get a grip and move on. Stop trying to cut everything out of your life just because the nerd is there."

A twig snaps. A volcano erupts. Something happens, because your hands are numb and your laugh is bitter.

"They're your friends, Bakugou. I was just the plus-one, the lucky girlfriend, second to Deku. I'm not part of your little clique. I'm not part of your class. I was never meant to be there."

Your eyes cut through his gaze like knives, and if Katsuki looks hard enough, maybe he can see the harsh words are just a mask for your sorrow. A facade to block out the hurt and the isolation for not being the right person.

For being just another lesson, an ex, an outsider to their story.

Maybe, if he looks hard enough, he could see the pain building behind your eyes. "I'm not playing second fiddle to a guy who told me I wasn't enough. He wants to be friends? For such a thoughtful guy, he sure is dense."

Poisoned water in a desert, a peace offering of a patronising smile and victories shoved in front of your face. Haven't you suffered enough?

"Goodbye, Bakugou." You grit out, eyes ablaze. "And don't ever tell me how to run my life again."

The door slams shut, and Bakugou runs a hand through his hair. That breakup really did change you.

Because a little under 5 months ago, he still remembers the way your eyes lit up at Deku's name. The way your eyes would sparkle when you were asked about him, and you would say, honey-sweet.

"I love him. I love his face, his eyes, and his wonderful sunshine personality. His smile is the most beautiful thing in the world that I wish I could tattoo it in my memory and I hope I can keep making him happy so I can hear his laughter for the nth time this week. He's great, seriously. I'm the luckiest person in the world."

---

I was feeling toxic today. And hangry.

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[full-cowlings]

𝑳𝑬𝑭𝑻 𝑩𝑬𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑫

❝ 𝐭𝐨  𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞  𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞  𝐢𝐬  𝐭𝐨  𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬:   𝐢   '𝐦   𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐛𝐞  𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐛𝐲  𝐲𝐨𝐮   . ❞

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚

Summary ; In which Izuku leaves U.A Highschool for good . but not before leaving goodbye notes to his classmates , [name] having received one with something that could only cause the heart to hurt so much more .

Warnings & Notices ; ANGSTY | spoiler warning for the new episode released !! i have used the official script in the drabble , so please be wary of that .

Word Count ; 1689

april ... april has arrived . and with it , the paranormal liberation war had been concluded ... but with several casualties and deaths occurring ... so many heroes lost — so many lives lost . the sad truth was that the heroes couldn't protect everyone — and they had been the cause of a few deaths in the midst of it . let alone some news coming out .

however ... along with april ... it brought izuku waking up from the coma he had fallen into amongst the damage he himself had taken that war .

which was amazing news for you and everyone around him ... for only god knew how worried you had been for him . seeing how his quirk had pushed him to his limits ... how he had no control over his movements , everything that forced him to wage on with it all . it was so much , making your heart ache just to watch it ... heaven knows what he had felt .

and yet that hope that rekindled in your heart upon him waking up had slowly been blown out and dissipated once more .

for not long after he had woken were you hit with devasting news . news that you never thought would come your way .

izuku had left u.a highschool .

and in his departure ... he had left a note to you — and everyone else — in explaining why he chose the path he has .

which is what lead you to where you were now , sitting in the 1-A dorms common room , though off to the side upon realizing you weren't the only one who had received a letter of goodbye . your heartbeat was in your ears , able to feel it pound against your ribcage as you prepared yourself to read it ... easily recognizing the kanji in izuku's handwriting .

a certain feeling of dread had already filled you . was it because he was out there on his own ? with nobody to back him up or to fall back on now ? or was it because there were so many things unsaid between you two ?

u.a had started great , after all ... nobody knew things would take such a treacherous downfall ... let alone one so drastic it had the green-haired hero you fell in love with feeling like he had to leave . leave his dream behind , his friends ... you .

taking a deep breath , you clutched the parchment in your hands before beginning to read the handwritten note .

" dear [name] ,

thank you , for everything , for starters . you don't know the impact you have had on me and on my dreams of becoming a hero . how much you strife you gave me to continue pushing forwards , even when the light inside me seemed dim .

i thought i needed to tell you and everyone else in class A my secret . so i'm writing letters to leave behind for you all.

my power is a special power that i received from all might and tomura shigaraki and all for one are coming after my quirk ... and me .

at this rate , you will all be in danger because of me . i don't want you caught up and wrapped up in my mess ... therefore , i have decided to leave u.a highschool to keep you ... guys safe . "

your eye widened at such a thing . so much to take in at once ... it was almost confusing ... but what you did know was that your heart ached at hearing such a thing .

clenching the letter in your hands, you had to take a pause in order to compose yourself .

what was he thinking ? leaving like that ?

didn't he know what he was leaving behind ?

or ... who he was leaving behind ?

izuku midoriya had began as nothing more than a classmate at the start of the semester , only growing towards something more and more the more time you spent together .

having never had the courage to tell him , you left it be . in fear of ruining what you two had .

and now you almost regretted that ... no , you did regret that decision .

because now he was out there , all alone ... with two of the major villains going after him and his quirk , a secret in itself .

and he had nobody to fall back on now that he was out there alone ... 

though shoving the emotion and pain aside for now , your eyes glanced back down to the page once you had collected your thoughts , well , to the best of your abilities .

" being able to get into the hero course and meet everyone in class A really made me happy .

especially you , [nickname] .

don't think i'll ever be forgetting anything we shared together in my time there . i wish things could be different but ... they can't .

thank you , for everything . for being the one who means most to me and for being the person i continued to fight for , it's you and has always been you . i don't think that will be changing any time soon . "

there was a lump in your throat , it was the way that even through writing he had you choking on your own emotion , your own vulnerability showing in the corner you stayed in . thank god you weren't sitting with everyone else right now .

you swallowed down a lump of emotion once again . as if you hadn 't done that enough through reading what he had left you . a small breath escaping your lips as you once again turned your head down to read the rest of what he wrote you .

" there's one thing i never got to tell you ... and i don't know if i'll ever get the chance to tell you in person anymore . so , i thought i'd leave you with this one last thing . " you took a deep breath in as your eyes scanned through the handwritten letter .

you tried to ignore the tears that brimmed at your waterline , threatening to over spill . it burned , the way they were threatening to fall down your cheeks , the way it blurred and distorted your vision . the way so many emotions overcame you all at once ... it almost burned just as much as your whole entire being ached upon hearing this .

" i love you , [name] , i've always loved you and i'll continue to do so . i wish things could be different , i really do ... but it can't ... i have to protect you ... i can't lose you too . "

your eyes widened again when reading his confession , pupils contracting along with the startlement , the bittersweet realization of what he had just said ... well ... written .

that idiot ... that adorable, lovable idiot ...

why ? why did he feel the need to face this threat on his own ? didn't he know how much you all cared for him ? how much you cared for him ? the yearning and longing you felt every time your gaze met the one his viridian hues casted upon you ?

you clenched the parchment in your hands as you read the words that were presented to you , unable to help the few stray tears that slipped and strayed down your cheeks , splashing onto the handwritten note .

" i'll never forget you , [name] , no matter what happens when i leave . i promise .

thank you , for everything . "

izuku had just confessed his feelings ... just confessed to loving you ,

" and goodbye .

with love , sincerely signed ... "

and you could no longer tell him you felt just the same longing as he did .

" ... izuku midoriya . "

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[short-black-diamond]

The other woman. (part 2)

Previous: part one 

Next: part three, part four- Izuku’s end

Heya, I am doing part two, no idea how it’ll go, but uhm, yeah. 

Warnings: suggestive content-but nothing really happens, cheating, lots of angst for izuku, hate-love, you slowly fall out of love with Deku, Izuku feels guilty and shit, timelaps, suicide thoughts, you feel a little guilty, but not too much, LONG CHAPTER 

summary: As Izuku thinks about how he should tell you and admit how he cheated on you, you are finishing your last preps to completely break him. Now, all he can do is think about where you might’ve headed off to. 

Also: Did I write this all with a resting bitch face?

Yes.

Word count: 4k words

Have fun reading!

...

{...Last time : }

You gently pushed him away from you, his heart breaking at the sight of you avoiding body contact with him. you looked at him with a sad and dissapointed expression and looked away, going to sleep in the guest room. Now that the young man was alone, he thought about your behavior.

You and him didn’t really spend time together, the last time being him and you fucking last night. Before that, you were busy looking for evidences of a new case you could work on alone since you got your promotion.

...

...

He thought about you real hard then. You were always there for him. Always. You always stood up late at night to greet him. You oftentimes came to his office and brought him lunch, which then ended in a hot make-out session or even a quickie in his office.

You often talked about kids, how many you’ve wanted, how you speculated on what they’d look like, what they’d become afterwards. 

You weren’t a person of words, but of action. you kissed him at least a hundred times more than he did, you held him oh so delicately whenever you could. you were always gentle, soft, comforting for him. I mean, you could be rough when he wanted to, but you preferred a soft and calm relationship. 

He...

He didn’t deserve you. 

...

In the guest room, you took a look at your phone. This time, the unknown person wrote a message. 

‘Why are you still hanging onto that cheating bastard?‘

You smirked. You didn’t really know who that person was, and if you’d sent the wrong text, then they could do whatever they wanted with it. So, you played dumb.

‘I think you are mistaking him with somebody else. He would never do something like that! I know my husband better than anyone else!!‘

The person didn’t take long to send something back. A voicemail? Let’s check if it’s a man or a woman...

“Well sweetie...guess I’ll have to show you myself...meet me at musutafu train station. Next saturday. 4 o’clock. Dress up for me, pretty. A’ight?“, the stranger said, having a voice changer and you couldn’t tell the gender. 

Then, the messenger went offline.

You didn’t have time to ask who they were or why they wanted to stop your relationship with Izuku so bad. But, you were quickly pulled out of your thoughts when Izuku knocked on your door. You had to think of something to answer.

SHITSHITSHITSHIT-

“D-darling...?“ He was met with the sound of whimpers and crying. Izuku felt like killing himself. 

...

The next few weeks, you felt like shit, but it was because of your pregnancy. luckily, it was summer, then fall, and then winter, so you could put on more and more sweaters or large shirts to hide your growing stomach. 

You went to the doctors regularly to get some meds, and when they asked you if Deku knew-you shook your head no with a mischievous smile that they only interpreted as a surprise. 

...

Izuku didn’t feel any better. He looked like he hadn’t slept in months, his hair was messier than usual. He had a days-old beard, and if he wouldn’t have cheated on you, you’d latch onto him and fuck him until next week. 

The guilt of cheating on you was plaguing his mind so much that he even forgot to eat. He forgot to take care of himself. When he roamed around the city, he didn’t tell the villains to make a better person out of themselves with a smile on his face like he normally would. 

No. 

He used them as a punching bag and beat them up with a monotone expression. He felt like really committing suicide. 

The idea became more and more interesting as he noticed more and more things in his every day life that he didn’t think of before. Once he even drank a little bleach, but he vomitted out his entire dinner that he had with you. 

The dinner was a complete disaster.

In that dinner, he tried to try it again, tried to talk with you. He noticed that you were covering up more and more. you also looked a little more chubby to him. You didn’t really eat anything, only looked to the side with your arms crossed.

Also, he couldn’t touch you how he liked anymore.

You didn’t let Izuku touch you because he cheated (but he didn’t know that you knew) on you and also because if he would’ve touched your tummy, he would’ve guessed that you were pregnant right away. Who knows? He might even be relieved that you wanted to hide that surprise from him. 

But you didn’t let him come closer to you than arms length. And he was only allowed to hold your arms and hands or your head and face. Not more. 

Izuku thought of that distance as your dissapointment towards him. He knew that you didn’t want to make love with him. But he didn’t know for how long. and honestly? It was snapping every single heart string of his. 

Maybe he’d get a broken heart syndrome and die already. But his prayers went ignored as time went by. 

He felt numb.

Then he went numb. But you didn’t really care. It was his fault, after all. 

... 

The brown haired woman, Uraraka, has tried to contact him more than a few times everyday, but he blocked her. Izuku felt like a traitor-which he was-but he felt much more than that. 

You didn’t deserve such an ungrateful bastard like him. He felt like a whore. He took you for granted. He was fucking another woman behind your back. He was kissing another woman. In another bed. 

When you should be in Uraraka’s place. When you should be the one he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. When you should be the one he’d meet at the end of the day. Not her. 

Uraraka was the other woman. 

But she was a woman who didn’t care if her target was taken or not. She didn’t care that you and Izuku were theoretically inseperable. She tested that theory. 

She found out that the theory was wrong. Or only temporary.

She broke a perfect relationship with a devillish smirk. 

Uraraka is a bitch.

...

You met up with some music and model agencies. You gave the music agency some of your music for when you were younger. Songs about love. Breakup. First date. Arguments. Everything. Nothing. 

They accepted your music. You even gave out your most recent song, but you wanted to sing that one. It was about cheating. About you, Izuku, and the other woman. And you even mentioned your two months old baby in your tummy in it. You’d sing it after your son, daughter or baby would come to the world, not sooner. 

if some other person, no matter if man or woman, would sing it, and Izuku would hear the lyrics, then he’d know that it was your song. You loved mistery, but also being simple and obvious. He knew that. so, you’d sing that song and the whole world would know about your and Izuku’s relationship being over before it could actually really blossom. 

The head of the music agency was thrilled about your plan and loved it. She even organised a concert for you to sing on. Live. And Izuku would be your guest of honour.

In the model agency, you gave the people some of your old modeling photos. Now you’d be a model for pregnant ladies. They also accepted. But, you insisted on cutting of your face in every pic, but only digitally. When you’d give birth to your child, then could they publish your photos. and Izuku would see how much he’s fucked up.

...

The case was finished. It seemed like the burglar was actually a group of middle school kids that had fusing quirks which they used to form into a thief and steal important or expensive stuff. 

After that case, you got another one. You had to find a mysterious person who likes to stalk people. It could be your internet friend who sent you the videos of Izuku and the other woman. 

Today was saturday. Time to meet the stranger. You contacted one of your close friends for safety reasons and made your way to the station. Your stomach got heavy with each week passing by. Now, your stomach was a little bigger than a basketball, but you could cover it up perfectly with one of Izuku’s hoodies. 

Yes, you still used them. Only to let him think that you still wanted this...whatever it was the two of you had. Now, you passed half of the path you had to take when Izuku called you. 

“Hey sweetie, where are you going?“

“Huh?“

“I’m up here.“, he whispered and you looked up. You saw him standing on a low rooftop, gazing down at you with a smile only a real lover could have. Too bad he wasn’t your lover anymore.

But, you noticed his growing beard and hair, his eyes having big, dark circles under his eyes. He also looked like he could eat something. He should eat...

You smiled. “Aren’t you coming down? I don’t feel that safe right now.”, and just after you’ve finished that sentence, he jumped and landed on his feet next to you. He tried to be subtle, but you pretty much aknowledged the pained wince his left eye had when his feet met the ground.

You smiled again. “Thanks.”

You put your mobile away, and took his hand, swinging it around a little. That made Izuku uncomfortable, and you knew that. “N-no problem...where are you going anyways?”, he asked, giving you a curious look. 

No need to lie, right? “Well, there’s this person who began texting me, and I thought they’d be a nice friend, so I’d agreed to meet up with them.”

Izuku looked at you for a few seconds before squeezing your hand. “would you like me to come with you?” 

Don’t you have other bitches to look at?

“Don’t you have patrol?”, you asked instead, biting your tongue internally. He shrugged, looking at you with a sly smirk. “I can always come a little late.”

‘I can always come a little late.‘, my ass! He probably said that to that other bitch he’s fucking!

You looked at him with a resting bitch face before you looked straight ahead. Your phone began ringing as you went. You stopped in your tracks and took your phone out. 

The unknown number. You wrote ‘MY BESTO FRENDO!! <3’ in the contact list so that your poor excuse of a husband wouldn’t suspect a thing. “Oh, ‘my besto friendo?’ Isn’t that from Jujutsu Kai-” “Heyyy~! Where are you?”

Oh. O-okay..

Izuku visibly deflated when you interrupted him by picking up the phone and went ahead and pulled your hand away from him. He felt shitty. 

“huh? over there? Ah, I see you, you can stop waving now, hahaha...yeah, okay, I’ll come now! Bye!“, you said after you ended the call. You then looked at the man whom you’d swore to never leave. But you would. In less than a year. 

“You can go now, Izuku. I can take care of myself.“ “I can still accompany you-“ “There are your fans, I don’t want them to come closer than they already are. Bye Izu.“

And without smiling at him, giving him a kiss, touching his shoulder, or cheek, you turned around and went into a nice caffee. Izuku lookes after you with a look of longing. He missed you. 

With a sigh, he turned towards his eager fans who questioned him about everything that had happened between you two. With each question that involved you - which was every single one the six kids asked him about - he felt more and more like crying, screaming, or throwing himself into a nearby river. 

“I-I’m sorry kids, it was nice talking to you...!“, he croaked out before he took off and dissapeared. 

...

“Huh, so, you’re the one sending me those videos.“, you mustered the handsome but tired looking male in front of you. 

He had nice purple hair, eyebags of tiredness, and a sexy smile. 

“Shinsou Hitoshi.“ “Aren’t you an underground hero?“

He looked at you with surprise evident on his face. “How...?”

“You think I don’t know about people like you? I am a detective in that area. I know everybody here. And now tell me; Why did you send me these videos?“

He furrowed his brows. “Do I really need an explanation? You are living together with your CHEATING husband, isn’t that enough?” 

You smiled coquettishly at him. “No, why do you think that this is going to change anything?”, you scoffed, ”Do you think I want to leave him?”

He hesitantly nodded, which made you giggle sweetly. “Dear Underground hero, I am not planning on divorcing my husband. He may have had come slip ups there and there, but don’t we all do mistakes sometimes?”

“I...shouldn’t you be hurt by his actions? How can you still be so...carefree?“, he murmured, sizing you up. To him, you looked like a completely normal citizen, but he still questioned your relationship with Izuku.

“Say...are you happy in your relationship?“

If you were taken aback, you didn’t show it. You were a mistress when it came to faking your emotions around other people now. You sighed. 

“I wish I was...I am still a little mad at him for spending some nights with another woman, but he promised that he’d never do it again.”, and you had a sad expression on your face, but it was real in this fake relationship.

Shinsou nodded, giving you the illusion of the conversation dying down. But, you were wrong. Deku just had to break your heart more, didn’t he?

“I’m sorry for...putting my nose into your business, but Izuku’s been meeting up with the same woman over and over again until it suddenly stopped.”

You stopped breathing for a second. You don’t have to tell me that, you idiot-

“And I really want to know why-like, don’t get me wrong or something! I am questioning your...husband’s...moves right now.“

“Please, Shinsou. Leave it. Okay? I’ll try and talk to Izuku about it, all right?“, you only answered with a bittersweet smile.

He didn’t look like he’d believe you and you wouldn’t even believe it yourself, but here you were, lying to people who only want the best for you.

“I-just...ugh. Let me tell you, that I will be there for you when you need help, all right? Also, it’d be the best if you’d leave him already.“

You sighed for the last time before standing up, thanking him for the nice time, and walking home, with thinking about how you should approach your nearly final step.

...

“Phew. Onto the next step.“ 

Carefully, you put out some wine glasses with some bottles of beer and other drunk-making potions for your plan for tonight. Since it was sunday, and you had free for today, it was the perfect chance of taking it into action. 

You had prepared some nice dinner, candles and other romantic stuff and with your quirk, making plants, you let plenty of flowers bloom from the walls of your shared house.

“I’m home...“, you heard your “husband’s“ tired voice. He was later than usual and he looked like he’d need a bath-right now. Luckily, you let in a nice warm bath for him with plucked pectorals from some flowers an put them on the nice-with bath bombs and soothing bathing salts filled- bathwater. 

Now, as Izuku was stripping down to his underwear, you prepared the most important part: The divorce. You needed his signature, after all. 

You then put on his oversized hoodie-an all might themed one, of course- and went over to him, ignoring the stomach ache your growing child gave you. “Hey, Izu.”, you smiled softly at him, spoiling him with your tender, fake love.

He looked at you surprised. “O-oh, hey...”

You giggled. Okay, something’s wrong here. Why were you all happy and shit right now? With him? Even though it was nice to hear your happiness, Midoriya felt like something was completely wrong.

“C’mon, I made dinner, and the bath is also not waiting for you.“, you ushered him into the bathroom, which was lit up by the numerous candles and gave him a nice vibe. He stepped into the bathroom and groaned. His muscles relaxed after what felt like forever and he felt like taking a nap. That was what he was really missing. 

Meanwhile, your core still responded to his touch and you cursed your body for still aching after the cheater who was having a good time in the bathtub.

Your hand on his scalp brought him out of his dreamland and he sighed. Still, things were nagging him. “Hey...are we...are we good?”, he asked cautiously, testing the waters with you. 

Your smile faded. “I wish we were, Izuku...it’s actually my fault that I neglected you, you know? You’re so busy, with saving everybody...and helping people when they need help...”, you trailed off, talking about all the times you longed for his touch, his voice, his warmth, him. 

And with each word falling from your lips, he felt like drowning himself into the bathtub. “I just...I wished we could...you know...try again?”, you asked, a hopefull glimmer in your eyes. 

Who was he to deny you. 

Who was he to even think about answering that question. 

Who did he think he was for even looking you in the face after all the time he has spent countless times in other women’s places, blowing their backs over and over again?

“Yes. Let’s do it.“, he instead answered, a determined expression on his face and you smiled seductively at him. “Okay, Izu. But I am hungry, so we’ll eat first, okay?“

...

“Ya wan’ me dodo *hiccup* wha?“, he only asked, his mind far too gone, but he tried to seem like he’d know what you were talking about. 

You held the divorce papers in front of him, smiling devilishly down at him. “It’s so that I can get more money, sweetie...��, you whispered, grinning happily when he signed off without another care. 

“averythin’ for’ya, swee...anythin’“, he called, his red face making him drowsy and soon, he fell asleep. 

He didn’t even see you taking your clothes and leaving. He didn’t see you putting your wedding- and engaged ring into their respective boxes and placing them on the dinner table, where everything was left the way it was after you two ate and drank. You onlay drank water but he mistook it for whitewine and said cheers before drinking full-on. 

He thought about having to become confident before rearranging your gut again, but he never got to do that; with you talking about how you solved the case, your friends having kids, you solving another case and him having to get better at saving people again. 

He never got to touch further up your arm than intertwining your and his fingers and gazing into each other lovingly. He never saw you again after he signed the paper. But what was it again?

It was morning as he threw up all the bile from yesterday, even your delicious food, and the expensive liquors. He felt miserable, and when he called for you, you didn’t answer. 

As he kept calling your name, he noticed that something was wrong, again. All your belongings were gone. Your clothes, lewelry, but only the ones that you personally owned-not the ones he bought for you. Your shoes, also only from your own credit card, were gone, and so was your entire presence. 

Sure, there were still the parfumes and other belongings of yours that Izuku purchased for you, but you? You were nowhere to be seen. Izuku got scared that something might’ve happened to you. 

He searched for his phone and found it on the uncleaned dining table. There were two boxes, dangerously equal to the ones where he had his engage and wedding rings in, and to his horror, the rings were inside the boxes. 

Underneath was an envelope. He opened it and read a letter which you wrote for him. 

“Dear Izuku Midoriya. 

Dear Izu, Zuku, Mido, Midori, sweetheart, love, handsome, sweetie, darling. 

Dear Deku, 

As you might have noticed, I have vanished. Am I going to tell you where? Out of your life! Now, you can fuck as many women as you want. 

But-”

Izuku flinched as if he heard you say those words. Your words, and you found out he cheated on you. How long?

He looked down again, and continued. 

“But, you’ll surely try and stalk me or investigate where I have gotten off to. Well, spare it. You’ll never find me. 

I do have some questions though. 

Why did you cheat on me? 

Was I not enough? Not sexy enough for you? Not pretty enough for you? Not tidy enough for you? 

Too lazy? Too brat-ish? Too much attitude? Not enough confidence? Not enough attention? Not the best looking woman? Not the best cook? Not the best lover?

Tell me. why did you cheat. and why did you stop? Exactly after the night when you fucked me? 

Did a lightbulb go on over your head and you thought, ‘wait, I’ve adtually got a spouse, I don’t need a side chick!’?

Whatever your answer might be, it’s over. 

that...paper you signed yesterday. It was our devorce. and we are leaving. who do I mean by “we”?

Well, me and my son of five months.

I hope that he’ll never see you and become like you, Izuku Midoriya. I’ll raise him as a real man. 

Until never, 

Not your lover anymore.”

You were pregnant? A son? And you didn’t tell him, he also doesn’t know where you are. 

I mean, sure, he broke you, but you broke him back, you guys are even...right?

As tears ran down his eyes and his sobs echoed in the now empty and cold appartment, void of your nice and warm presence, the pro hero unlocked his phone, only to be bombarded with news and questions from all sides. 

Japan news! - Deku’s bride divorced with child, what happened to our sweetest...tip to read more

Kacchan - the fuck did you do?! Your girl left you while pregnant?! Did you cheat on her...tip to read more

Uraraka - Are you okay? should I come come over? We can talk about it if you want...tip to read more

+ Notifications - tip to read more

His phone trembled when he listened to Katsuki screaming his ear off, the news reporting about how you modeled for numerous model companies and released tons of relatable and heart wrenching songs, with an invitation to her freshly divorced ex- Izuku to be a gust at her upcoming concert. 

then, he listened to Uraraka’s voice. calming, soothing, comforting. 

Bullshit. 

He blackmailed Uraraka, blocked her, and then tossed his phone away, thinking about where you might be. 

...

It was cold at this hour, but Izuku didn’t want to fakk asleep after two o’clock. You heaved your luggage down the last stairs of the house you’ve lived in  for the past few years. 

Now, you were ready to leave it all behind. 

Shinsou, your chauffeur, packed all the suitcases into the car and let you sit in the passenger seat. Only then he noticed your noticable bulge. 

“You-you’re pregnant?!”, he yelled, eyeing you with owlish eyes. You winced from his loud voice and shushed him. 

“I fucked him a few months ago and now I’ve got the baby. Now drive me away from this shitty place. Please.“

After some while, you felt Shinsou trying to say something  and you sighed before urging him to tell you what’s been on his mind as he drove you into your new house-but...could you even call it a house? 

It was...so much more than that. (I’ll explain it later.)

“Well, i think that after you two had sex did he stop meeting that other woman. what was her name again? Uraa- Uraka-“

“Uraraka Ochaco. And you’re the person who’s fitting perfectly in my case. Please, Shinsou, for the love of god. Register yourself and tell your underground-hero friends to to the same or my job will only consist of tracking down my own collegues. You guys are taking that whole “underground-hero” thing way too seriously.“

“A-ah..shit, sorry.“

[to be continued...]

...

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[ilydeku]

when love fades away | izuku x reader

Izuku and you had been together for a year now. It was a love story that had started with fire, with passion, with a deep connection. You had met in class and had found each other through your love of heroes. Izuku's smile had captured your heart, and his passion had ignited a flame within you.

But now, that flame had dwindled. It had been years since you had felt the same way about each other. You had grown distant, and the spark that had once existed between you two had faded. It was as if you were living with a stranger, and the thought of that made your heart ache.

Every day, you tried to rekindle the love you once had. You tried to talk to Izuku, to go on dates, to do things together, but nothing seemed to work. The silence between you two had become deafening, and the love that you had once shared had become a distant memory.

One day, you decided to confront Izuku about how you were feeling. You sat down with him and told him everything. You told him how you missed the way he used to look at you, how you missed the way he used to hold you, how you missed the way he used to make you feel.

Izuku listened to you intently, and when you were done, he sat there in silence. His eyes were filled with sadness, and you knew that he was feeling the same way as you were.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what happened. I don't know how we got here."

You both sat there in silence, the weight of your words hanging in the air. You knew that this was the end of your relationship, and it broke your heart.

As you walked away from Izuku, tears streaming down your face, you couldn't help but wonder where it had all gone wrong. You had loved each other once, but now that love had faded away, leaving behind only memories of what once was.

And as you walked away, you knew that you would never be able to forget the love that had once burned so brightly, but now had faded away into nothingness.

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[justanotherlifeff]

Raison d'être Part 3

Warning: Angst with Deku but reader gets a happy ending with Bakugou

Love was a strange thing indeed. It could make someone a saint and yet, make the same person a demon from the crevices of hell. When words that were left to be said aren’t said for long enough, sometimes it is easy to lose all sense of logic. Love is like that, something beyond logic, which is why it is so easy for it to change form. Which is why it is so easy for it to transform into disgust. You had wondered for years of what he would say if you spoke out about the pain he caused you. After all, when a certain amount of time passes, pain is all one can remember.

Those unsaid words, “Why did you do this to me?”

It was foolish, you knew. You had already moved on, with someone who was as good as him if not more. Bakugou Katsuki loved you more than he ever did. In fact, it seemed like Bakugou made it a mission to make you happier and more confident than he ever did. You were happy, you knew you were good enough. Most importantly, you moved on.

And yet, the question rang in your mind, “Why did you do this to me?”

Anger was an emotion that came as love transformed. You started becoming more familiar with it as days went by. You remember the days you thought that you would never regret being with Deku and yet, the word “regret” came to your mind more often these days. Your existence wasn’t lonely or mundane anymore. You were just as much as a star as the Uraraka he left you for on the day of the Hero Billboard Chart Awards Ceremony. The media surrounded you more than it did either Deku or Uraraka. You were the star of that day as you, a quirkless individual, made the infamous Bakugou fall in love with you. You were happy, truly as you held Bakugou’s arms and yet, when you saw Deku that day, you remembered one sentence.

“Why did you do this to me?”

So, you made the mistake. You asked this question to pro-hero Deku and expected answers from the Izuku you knew. You knew the outcome and yet you asked. Yet you hoped for an apology, a recognition of the pain he caused. You were not surprised when all you received from him is blame and a one-sided defense for his actions. His words were as blurry as the world from the eyes of a blind person. It did not make sense and you knew exactly this would happen. All you felt towards him since then was disgust as the meaning behind his excuses was one that you knew for a long time.

“Because I was infatuated, but never in love”.

Author’s note: So, I don’t really write anymore BUT I was reading the first two parts of this fanfic and oh dear my brain just COOKED. So here is my word vomit and a proper ending to this series cause READER-SAN DESERVES HAPPINESS. Enjoy!

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[shotosjupiter]

I MISS YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING — I. MIDORIYA

synopsis: they never really get over their first love... do they?

warnings: angst angst angst, gn! reader

AUTUMN’S leaves drifted outside midoriya’s dormitory window. there were papers and papers of notes and study guides spread all across his desk, the foreboding date of midterms just leering around the corner to him. 

a candle burned dimly alongside the papers on his desk, providing the only light within the room. the window gave nothing but the view of dark skies with a slight drizzle and orange-brown leaves blowing by. the shine of a phone turning on filled the room with light as notifications rolled in. 

midoriya sighed, slowly turning his body over to look at the notifications. his eyes burned from lack of sleep, all he could bring himself to do was study. you were texting him, making plans for the two of you to do in the following week; midoriya read over the texts quickly before shutting the phone off and stuffing his face back into his pillow. 

he couldn’t bring himself to do anything. he felt empty. so utterly empty. not since the break-up, not since they were gone. but…  you’re with him now - you’re all he needs, really. you stayed with him on the long nights he was up studying, leaving small things for him to eat or patching him up if he came from a late patrol, always taking care of him. loving him in moments where it was only ever difficult. that's all he could truly ask for, no?

he had come all this way - nearly in his third (and last) year of school and so close to becoming a pro-hero. all that he held inside himself was contempt. who was he to stand there so proud and high when they weren’t there to see his achievements? he couldn’t stand the thought of becoming the number one hero when they weren’t there to see him hold the achievement in his hands. 

midoriya had promised, he had promised you that he was over it, that he was ready. that he loved you. yet, all he could offer was a half-hearted attempt to make you stay, to fill the hole in his chest that could never be filled by anyone else but them. god, he had tried to love you too, you weren’t impossible to love. you were something a beauty of love - filled with kindness and understanding always. 

however, in the empty spaces where your fingers didn’t meet, in the gaps between embraces, all midoriya could feel was the ache of their absence. perhaps, he just wasn’t meant to love anymore. he had one shot and it was gone down the drain and he was simply trying to make amends by restarting with you. 

hidden beneath the pages of notes and study guides on his desk were letters. letters addressed to you and letters addressed to his past lover. his first love. his only love, he thought as his heart lurched in his chest. three a.m mutterings of what he feels, how he feels, are all bunched up in the cramped writing of those letters. 

moonlight was slowly swooping in through the window panes of his dorm, illuminating pictures that hung on the wall of the summer that was now lost. pictures of streets, pictures of them, pictures of all that he missed. a shallow ache reverberated in his chest. 

midoriya texted you back, reassuring you about the date he would take you on next week before looking back out the window. panic and longing had made themselves home within the hole in his chest - it was a recurring feeling. he whispered his sorrows, i’m sorry. i miss you. i miss you more than anything. 

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[gglitch1dd]

I wanna hug reader so bad shes been through so much trashh first of all BAKUGOU, ive never hated him so bad as how much i do now, like why are u causing drama, and i have a slight feelign maybe he helped Ochacco seduce izuku into cheating on reader after cause hes just a salty jerk who if one thing is going nice for someone else he cant handle it and IZUKU second of all, how could he right after they lost a SON. like everyone is sad, and throwing yourself into to your work might be your way to cope, but cheating is a whole different thing, seek refuge in ur with not with some chick. Reader has experienced heartbreak after heartbreak after heartbreak, and whats awful is now shes stuck in a marriage where shes still mourning over a loss of her child, her husband went to go do another woman, and now at a vacation that was supposed to get her mind off everything, she almost lost another son and (maybe?) her husband. thats gotta give someone some serious trauma.

You have summed up everything so amazingly I couldn't even add anything to it at all. Honestly, I don't know if Izuku did it intentionally or not (cheating with Ochaco I mean). Its something he wouldn't do but he did... its brings cause for suspicion...

Reader DEFINITELY is going to therapy after the ending of the Fourth and final installment of Cheating Dilf Izuku. Her and Izuku go to cope with everything that's happened. (They also force their kids to go).

Reader is strong but she break. I was actually gonna write a scene in Part 1 where she runs to Mina and tells her but it seemed a bit too messy so I decided not to. And I was also gonna write a scene where Reader is drunk in part 3 and tries to sleep with Izuku but obviously Izuku says no and she kinda off loads on him about everything that's happened and she really just breaks down. But then the part was getting too long so I said no.

Although in the end everything sort of works out. Reader and Izuku work together in rebuilding their relationship. Marriages are worth fighting for a lot of the time, some people just don't put in the effort.

-Glitch1d

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[buyospudlinarts]

"Pushed too far"

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[eris-snow]

𝐌𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

Tags: Vigilante Deku x gn!reader, angst

Angsty angsty angst

Coming home to you is like walking out of hell.

Izuku looks like hell.

You don't comment on that.

Silently, you herd him in from where he stands at the fire escape. It's raining giraffes out there, and Izuku looks like he got tossed through a shredder.

Muddy water drips on crisp, clean hardwood, warm light kissing your best friend's face as you sit him on your floor. Izuku rips of his mask, and he looks like he hasn't slept in days.

He probably hasn't.

Green eyes sunken in, darkened to black you can't even see the green anymore.

Izuku smells, but you don't mention it, instead busying yourself to find the first-aid kit.

"Where?" You ask.

"I just need a patch-up." He points to his arm and you swat his hand away.

"Turn around."

"It's really not-"

"Turn around."

Izuku sighs, and does what you say.

It's hard watching him get hurt. It's hard to see him break himself over and over like this and it hurts even more to know you can't stop it. He just doesn't listen to you.

Claw marks from a razor quirk cut deep, and crooked fingers, bumpy and uneven trace your hands as they work.

"I'm sorry."

You shake your head, dismissive of his apology. "You're injured, stop talking."

"Starlight-"

"Stop. It." You hiss.

He pauses, about to argue, but relents anyway.

If you were sorry. you'd listen to me.

You throw away the old bandages and fix a small smile on your face. "There. Good to go."

Izuku looks at you. You can't remember the last time you've seen him smile.

"Thank you."

You shake your head, watching the rainwater drip, drip drip from his bag. "Stay safe?"

He cracks a smile. It looks wrong. "I can't promise that."

Izuku leaps out of your window, back into the deadly night. He leaves behind a trail of water in your house, along with the lingering smell of blood.

Shakily, you close your window, hand inching towards your phone as you dial a number you wish you didn't have to call

For a while, you thought that you were enough to stop Izuku. That if you opened your mouth, if you said the word, Izuku would at least hear you out.

But it doesn't work that way, and you're too powerless to stop him. You bring the phone up to your ear, a heavy sigh exhaled.

"Hi, Bakugou? I need your help."

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[sourstars]

where are you? where are you? find me please, i can’t go back to sleep without you | midoriya izuku.

It was the type of love that made you feel immortal, like you could take on anything, but all of it will remain, unsullied in the halls of your memory.

He will be here, in your heart and soul, always.

…

one part of an incoming anthology series! song lyrics are IKEA date by swmrs.

warnings: mentions/implications of death and tragedy, mentions and depictions of grief, mourning, and heartbreak.

wc: 1.2K

Midoriya’s childhood room was just as it had always been, if only a bit older.

The shelves with spare parts for his creations, volumes of his favorite classics, articles on intricate theories, trinkets with made up names; they all gather in disquiet, waiting, as if each one has plucked its eyes open after a long rest and has come to discover the world was, and is not, how it has been left, but instead three inches too far out of place. The type of change you cannot ignore once seen, once felt, becoming unbearable; a hip into a table, a shoulder into a door frame, a mind gazing into history’s looking glass.

His bulletin board is tacked with photos, and notes, and essays, and ideas, dozens of pivotal times that commanded the course of your existences, twisted your strings into melodies bound by skin; Uraraka mid-stumble on a skate losing a wheel, Mina in the background as serene as the sea; Todoroki eating Bakugou’s spiciest concoction on a dare, with nonchalant abandon; Eri, Shinsou, Yamada and Aizawa at her sixteenth birthday, covered head to toe in glitter and confetti; Bakugou, through a door crack, reading a romance novel, his notes and analysis written in the margins; You and him within the forest, camping, leaning back as the fire surged, just in time for the camera to catch the fall of his marshmallow and collapsing of your tent.

It had been the time of your lives, before all this, before the hurt, before prophecy to fruition. But then again, you suppose, for anyone who is blind-sighted by tragedy, for anyone nipped too young and too harshly by destiny’s picky hand, it always is.

To be undeniably human is to have experienced all that comes with loss—which means having to have lived through the after.

His mother sits next to you on the bed, smoothing pristine but outdated patterned sheets, and says nothing while she cradles the hoodie he often wore; gotten at a time that Midoriya, truthfully, believed that All Might’s design team had seen better days, but none that had been none better than the beginning, because the beginning is alway the best part of the story.

In the beginning, there is unchained potential, all yours to do anything you wish. Nothing, but the world waiting to be brought to its knees.

She strokes the fabric, running her fingers along the seams, over the haphazardly done and amateurish repairs once made by his unpracticed hands, across the flap of the tag, where he’d written his fate in tiny letters—MIDORIYA IZUKU, FUTURE NUMBER ONE HERO.

“I think,” Your throat feels filmy, your voice raw, words sticking to the meat of your tongue moments before the escape. They paw at you, struggling, and you take the second to scrounge up what’s left, like someone who’d sifted through the couch for a last chance to find loose change. “I think in another unive—if I—if he—we tried and I don’t—”

“I know.”

She sits with her back straight, head bowed down to allow her dark locks to hide her face. Tears smatter across the hoodie’s front, a canvas of endless agony. This is how it is to love and to lose and misplace the compass engraved with a heartbeat. This is how people trip and find one another.

“I know.” She says again, and you glance at the hand that wipes at her eyes, wringing your own. “He wouldn’t have changed a thing, that boy. He was always so stubborn. He would’ve loved you and went out all the same, if it meant he got to experience it all over again.”

She looks over now, nose blotched with pink and eyes shiny. Her hands shake as she reaches to squeeze an arm. “I know.” Her smile is tiny, like broken pieces without glue. “He would tell me about you and it would be like the sun had nothing against his smile. I am so honored to know my son fell in love with someone like you. Thank you for loving my boy.”

Hours feel like blinks when discussing things that matter, but sooner or later, you spend days at home, trying to live with the fact that everywhere you are, he’d been once, too. It will never go away, this ache, but his hoodie is a comfort, a piece of him you have not allowed time to touch, and even though it is not what you want, and what you want cannot be attained, you sleep with it on, you savor the smell of him on the threads. Lavender and honey, lavender and honey and heartache all wrapped up into one.

He had told you once, that when he was a kid, before he learned to talk, to walk, to hope and yearn for something so much bigger than himself, that he wanted—and was going to—change the world. That he wanted to be the history-maker type of man.

But behind his legacy and the fame, this is all that’s left for you, these memories and belongings, all of his goodness wafting away into the world, into your clothes, through his friends—through his work, and his sacrifices.

This is what it meant to be a hero—to lose, to have left something behind. There are things that say heroes are never meant to be happy, but Midoriya Izuku was happiness molded into voice, into body, into being. Sometimes the stories should be wrong. Sometimes they can be. Sometimes they’re not.

(Where’s a love too big for the body supposed to go now?

If not poured straight into him; nowhere, nowhere, nowhere.)

You’d, perhaps, imagined it, but for a moment—for the tiniest of seconds, amidst the silence, and devouring of you within the the cotton’s hold, there had been a warmth, like he was still here, holding your hand.

You say nothing, placing your palms together, imagining that if you’d closed your eyes tight enough, wished hard enough, you could intertwine your fingers, trace his knuckles, have him back.

(“I’m going to change the world one day, help so many people,” he said, and grinned as he forced the curls of his hair into your face as he buried his own into your neck. “Just watch me.”

Your fingers threaded through the green, lightly scratching at his scalp as you pressed a kiss to his head. “I’ve no doubt. And even when you get a big ego and puff up your chest like Toshinori did, I’ll love you through it all.”

There’s a nip at your shoulder, a smidge of laughter. “Even when I’m old and need help walking down the stairs?”

“Until you can barely remember what it was like not to feel like this, being loved like this,”

“Are you saying that you love me Plus Ultra?”

You groan, shoving him away from you before bringing him back in for a soft kiss, thumb pressed into his cheek. “Yeah, that’s what I’m sayin’. Let it be known, the future number one hero is in love,”

“With you? Infinitely.”)

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[jayphoenic]

Hero Deku Ao3 Fanfic Recommendations

Deku? I think he's some pro... by Clouds (myheadinthecoudsnotcomingdown)

Chapters: 94/94

Yagi Toshinori watched the green haired boy walk away after saving his friend and shook his head. While the boy's actions were heroic, he was just too reckless. He walked in the opposite direction, thinking about a time he could meet the candidate Sir Nighteye put forward.

Izuku Midoriya goes home and decides that, even if he can't be hero himself, he can still help them with his analysis. Cue Izuku catching the attention of multiple heroes who are a little more open-minded and willing to see the potential in a quirkless kid.

Clipped Wings (Don't Worry, They'll Grow Back) by Present_Mom

Chapters: 5/?

Izuku was Quirkless before gaining One for All. He was 100% sure of this fact.

Yeah, there were twin scars on his back, but they've always been there, a freak accident right after his birth. Yeah, his fingernails and toenails grew too sharp sometimes, but his mom was quick to cut them before he hurt anyone!

Izuku was 100% Quirkless.

Until he gets hit by a quirk at the USJ. Usually, the quirk rewinds a person back to their infant state for a minute. That's it.

So why does he have wings now!?

The Fae Prince by ThaliasRuin (XanderLee), XanderLee

Chapters: 16/?

Midoria Izuku may have a quirk but that doesn’t mean he’s not useless, not to Bakugou at least. Until an almost accident causes an unexpected evolution of his quirk which causes the hierarchy to be flipped completely. After all, how many people can heal from death?

UA and the Hero industry don’t know what’s coming.

Beyond the Broken Horizon by JoWithTheFlow

Chapters: 43/?

About a week after that, All Might asked Izuku if he was aiming for the hero course at UA. The question was so sudden that Izuku nearly dropped a microwave on his toes.

The truth was, if All Might had asked him that a week ago, there would have only been one possible answer to that question. All Might had gone to UA, UA was the best, so Izuku was going to go there too, if he could. But things were a little different, now that he was going to receive All Might’s Quirk.

“No,” he said, decisively.

All Might looked caught off guard, which was a very rare expression on him. “No?” he echoed, like he couldn’t believe it.

A laugh bubbled out of Izuku’s throat. He honestly couldn’t believe it either. “No,” he repeated.

___

Or, All Might tells Izuku about All for One before he gives him One for All, and everything changes.

Apex Predator by silver jackdaw (cizzi)

Chapters: 40/?

Every single school had one: someone at the top of the food chain. An acme. Someone who could do things under a teacher's nose, escape consequences, and terrify other people. Someone who looked down on everyone else like they were prey. An apex predator. And Izuku couldn't count on teachers and adults to protect anyone. Even a hero school wasn't safe from the phenomena. When Izuku gets to Yuuei, he's determined to find out who it is and ensure they can't hurt him or his new friends.

...and accidentally, in the process, becomes the apex predator (though he is mostly unaware of this, and uses it for good. But still, people are terrified of him.)

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[whiteminibeast]

Deku

this episode makes me tear up a fucking ocean

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[gettinshiggywithit]

!Swan dive!

Scenario:- deku makes a life changing decision;kacchan sees it all

Characters:- katsuki Bakugou ,izuku midoriya

Pairing:- kinda Bakudeku

tw :- character death

Enjoy~

Izuku was tired

He was tired of the bullying

He was tired of the ridicule

And most importantly,

He was tired of bakugou.

Everyday was complete agony

All because his precious kacchan had picked him to be the target of his insults.

Why did it have to be him??just because he was quirkless????

Why couldnt he just be born with a quirk

Why must HE suffer alone

Izuku was tired

And that’s why he wasnt scared

Its why he didn’t hesitate.

“Take a swan dive off the building ,then maybe youll be born with a quirk in your next life.”

The words rang fresh in his mind as he stood on the edge of the school’s roof.

The wind blew his green mess of hair back and out of his face

And for a second he thought even nature wanted him to see his death

His mind raced,trying to come up with reasons not to.

What about his mother?

“No she abandoned me.she gave up on me when she was my last hope... shell be fine”he told himself

What about ALLMIGHT he’d never approve of this!hed want me to survive!

“Well too bad ‘cos where even is he??hes nothing but a grinninf idiot who uses force to achieve his goals.hes nothing!”

Izuku was crying now,screaming out the answers to his internal questions

What about...what about kacchan?

It was a last ditch attempt but something was better than nothing?

He scoffed

Why in the ever living FUCK did his brain make him think of kacchan????? The boy who had caused him all his pain,whod put him in this position

It was at this moment that izuku made up his mind.

He wipped away his tears with the sleeve of his shirt and smiled

“Fuck him”

And with that he let himself fall

He didnt feel fear or panic

Just calm

And as the air rushed past his face he closed his eyes feelin at peace for what felt like the first time in forever.

It was a pity it couldn’t last long......

Meanwhile katsuki bakugou was exiting his alma mater.

He had his backpack slung over one shoulder and there was an itch in the back of his neck

Thats when he started hearing it

The angry rage-filled screaming

He looked around and then when he heard it again he looked up

And his already-pale face whitened further

It was...DEKU and he was screaming from the school roof

Katsuki suddenly remembered the words he’d said to the other boy just that day and guilt and dread gathered in the pit of his stomach

He tried to shout to izuku,tellin him not to be stupid, to come down

His eyes began to fog up as each of his attempts failed and before he could think of anything else to do,anyone else to call

Deku jumped

Katsuki lunged forward in a last attempt to save his...friend

But before he could even move a muscle

Deku lay on the ground,bloodied and broken...

And katsuki fell to his knees and cried

Hed never cried

Not once and never in public

But

This was different

This was HIS fault

“DEKU WAKE UP! WAKE UP YOU FUCKIN PIECE OF SHIT COME ON WAKE UPPPPP”

And when izuku didnt move

When he didnt make a sound

Katsuki gave up

Hed never given up NEVER

But

He just couldnt...

He lay his head on the broken boy’s chest and said his last words to him

“Im sorry...i-i need you deku”

And when still no answer came he died a little inside too.

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