𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕠 𝕋𝕠𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕚(𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕠) 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

POV: Deku likes your uniform👀

ok,after thinking about a good request since I found your blog I THINK I have the right one,Headcannons/one-shots about kirishima horny,desperate and needy. I just want to see he beg and beg and thank when he receive the attention he want.

HDJCKFJFKJDKFKS NOT KIRRIIIII

Hold up I actually kinda wanna write for this a little more than I feel I should

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~And you did too~

Sub! Horny! Kiri x Reader

Warnings: Sub! Kiri, Dom! Reader, NSFW

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To be honest? Begging wasn't the manliest thing in the world. Not to Kirishima, anyway. But now? Who gave a flying fuck what was manly and what wasn't. All Kiri knew, was that it was hot. Far too hot down there, for him to care about being manly. It didn't help his situation of course, when you slyly denied his craving for attention. Its not like you didn't know what you were doing. You definitely did. He knew you did, and you knew it yourself.

First, it was when he pulled you into a hug, strong arms around your waist. He held you from behind, lightly grinding his hips against your ass. This provided him with a wave of pleasure. He almost couldn't stop his eyes from rolling back into his head. What surprised him though, was that you seemed unaffected. You simply turned around in his arms, giving him a peck on the nose. Before turning away, you made sure to rub your hips against his, gently caressing his own clothed cock with your sweet sex. Only once, though. Then you pulled away sweetly and continued on with whatever it was you had been doing at the time. Even going so far as to continue what you were doing at least a few yards away from him.

Now of course, Kirishima was respectful of boundaries. What kind of a man would he be if he wasn't? But the way you cupped his face, kissed his nose, grinded against him. He knew what you were doing.

And you did too.

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The second time he came up behind you once more, placing his hands on your shoulders. Slowly, he slid them down to the front of your chest, caressing you lovingly. He kissed your ear, then your cheek, then down to your neck. His attempts were more clear this time, so there could be no mistake in translation. His hands roamed your upper body, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy his advances. But even so, you couldn't help but hold his hands and slowly push them away from your body. Teasing him was far too fun. So when you walked away from him without so much as a look, Kirishima couldn't help but pout. This was so not manly of you.

"Pebblllleee..." the red head whined "Quit teasing, that's so not manly!" He found himself with a small pout, staring straight into your teasing eyes. Playing dumb, you simply responded "I don't know what you're talking about." Kirishima huffed, he bit his lip, now finding it harder to ignore his now fully erect boner. He could always masturbate, but he didn't want to. He wanted you and only you and you only. Period.

"I won't know what you want unless you tell me." You cooed "Be honest with me, baby. And you can have what you want." So, he bit his lips and gazed into your eyes with half lidded ones. "P-please, pebble." He began "I want you.." his voice was low, somewhat on the quieter side. "What? Sorry, say that again?" Kirishima's hand fell over his clothed cock. His breath was heavier now. It was so hot, and so tight. "Please, pebble. F-fuck me...I want you so bad, baby." His legs felt weak as he stumbled forward. Before he knew it he was on his knees. Kirishima's hand fell between his legs as he palmed himself gently, constantly begging, pleading for any kind of sexual pleasure. Never had he ever begged like this. And to be honest, it was turning you on. His face flushed red, sweating now. He panted as his legs shook. His cheek was flat against the floor as he begged and panted at your feet. Then finally, by some miracle, you decided you wanted to reward him.

With a small giggle, you leaned down patted his head, running your fingers through his fiery red hair. How often was it that you'd get to see such a strong man down at your feet? It was far too good to pass up. You smiled, turning him over on his back. You could clearly see his bulge through the black pants he had worn that day. Teasingly, you ran your fingers up his shirt, tracing the abs he'd worked so hard on. "P-please, baby. Please! Don't make me wait any longer.." you sushed him, of course. Beggars can't be choosers. "I'll reward you, sweetie, don't worry." And so, slowly you tugged down his pants. Kirishima was such a good boy, he waited patiently, staring intently as you continued to tease. "B-baby.." by now you were sopping wet, so when his fat cock sat up tall you couldn't help but bite your lip. You'd chosen the right man. His dick dribbled precum from the tip, twitching slightly. Kiri's eyes followed your hips as you pulled down your own clothing, positioning yourself atop him "Please, baby. I need you." He panted as his hands slid from your thighs to your hips. He didn't push down, and instead waited. Kirishima bit his lip, then in the strangest turn of events, you stood up, causing him to release his hands from your hips. "As a matter of fact, I really should finish folding my clothes." You say, coming up with any task you could say you had to do. Kiri's eyes shot wide "Wh-what?? I- Pebble, th-that's not fair!" He whined, wiggling his hips a little. In return, you giggled "I'm kidding, silly." And with that you sat down fairly quickly, squishing his cock into your walls. Kirishima threw his head back with a moan. His eyes rolled back and his tongue fell out. With each thrust of your hips Kirishima fell deep into pleasure. He panted along with you, holding your hips as he stared up at the ceiling ever so grateful to the gods for finally treating him to such a gift. And then he saw you, and he realized you were the god that granted him this. "F-fuck...baby..th-thank...thank you.." he moaned out, rutting his hips upward, keeping your pace.

Moans accompanied with the sound of slapping skin filled the room, Kirishima found himself seeing stars, and as his thick cock filled your insides, you began to see them too. Soon enough his breath was shallow, and his grip on your waist tightened "B-baby~ F-fuck, I'm gonna- A-ah.."

"Mmm~ M-me too, Eiji." You grabbed his hands and intertwined your fingers. His red eyes stared into yours with both love and lust. Your toes curled as it finally broke. With a cry out to the heavens, Kirishima spurted thick ropes of cum into your hot cunt. Feeling him inside of you, along with your own pleasure pushed you far over the edge. You moaned out as well, cumming all over his cock.

The both of you panted heavily, sweat covering your bodies. Kirishima shouldn't have been surprised though, when you unbuttoned your shirt, and threw it to the side, too hot to keep it on. As he recovered from his orgasm, he watched as you repositioned yourself a little. He knew this wasn't finished just yet.

And you did too.

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🔫 give me ya art skills

Only if I can have a slice of one of your many....many...oranges

So I want to write a character who has Tourettes Syndrome. Can I do that, without having tourettes myself?

I want to be as accurate as possible, and I also don't want to offend anyone who has Tourettes. Does anyone know anybody that has tourettes? Or does anyone have tourettes that can help me write my character in a way that isn't offensive or hurtful towards those who have the condition? Thanks so much!🥰

I have possibly never related more to the "I'll never be like you" post. I was just wondering if you were going to make a part 2 of it? The way you written it is so amazingly accurate to what I feel like and I wish to read more, unless you are uncomfortable with it! :D

Yes, I am! I'm working on it right now. I'll try to finish soon. It made me so happy that people related to it.

Hey can you please recommend me dom reader stories like yours or just blogs for doms in general thank you🙃.

😔😔😔 Unfortunately, I cannot. I don't know very many. I'm sorry, love

I’ll Never Be Like You

Deku x Reader Part Two

A/N + Summary: This might be long, and it might be two parts. Most notably, this is simply a vent. My Maladaptive Daydreaming keeps bringing this thought back to me. I hate it, it keeps reminding me of truths I wish weren’t truths. But, you didn’t really come here to hear about that. 

This fiction encompasses my own hatred of my failure to fit into societal norms. 

I am(if not already apparent) fully and completely aware of the fact that only a driblet of people experience this sort of insecurity, and despite me calling the reader one, I myself am a weirdo. I understand that this is quite possibly the least relatable thing I will ever write. But, since adding this small portion to this blog, I’ve stopped thinking about this as much, which is a win win for me. 

A proper summary would go something like this: 

Uraraka had always been the type of girl who didn’t realize how amazing she was. How beautiful she was. How normal she was. Normal, compared to society’s standards. Somehow though, she’d found herself threatened by you. In the least aggressive way you can take that word, anyway. You, despite knowing your shortcomings(meaning, your likelihood of ending up with him), flirted with Deku on the regular. She didn’t know your feelings for him, and assumed you didn’t have any (seeing as you hadn’t made any moves, despite your obvious flirting), so she found herself frustrated by you leading the poor boy on. After the feelings welled up, she decided she’d confront you, though it didn’t go well at all.

Inspiration: https://youtu.be/fC3Pif6iTlk  

ATR (About the Reader)

Reader is AFAB

Reader is taller than average(about 6ft+)

Reader has a muscular build(Like Mirko, ya know?)

Reader’s physical strength rival’s that of Bakugo

Reader prefers to be dominant in all aspects of a relationship

Reader might have depression

Reader wishes they were normal

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The evening had been calm.

Currently, you were in the kitchen, preparing your meal for the next day. Excitedly you had done so, as Midoriya and Todoroki had come back with fresh groceries and some of the best snacks you could have asked for. Most if not everyone was getting ready for bed. Of course, there were exceptions like the night owls, Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero, Jirou, and Ashido. You hadn’t expected Uraraka to be awake, though. Even more so you hadn’t expected her to approach you at such a time. It was late, the two of you weren’t exactly the best of friends, and you knew very well that the two of you shared a crush(whether or not she was aware of this fact was something you hadn’t known), to put it bluntly, it didn’t make for the best combo.

“L/N?” She began. Her voice was small, as if it had been caught in her own throat whilst trying to escape “Can I ask you something?” Subconsciously your hand sped up, packing your lunch slightly faster than before. 

“Yeah, what’s up?” followed by silence. Had she forgotten what she wanted to ask you? How awkward, though you can admit most guys would have found her shyness adorable. Had you already added that to the list? Metaphorical list, you hadn’t actually made a list of the things she had that you only wished you did. 

“Um, I just wanted to ask you,” she’d shaken you from your thoughts, thank goodness, you were seconds away from spiraling “Do you...have feelings for Deku? It’s- It’s alright if you don’t want to...answer. I-I was just wondering! B-because...”

“Why do you ask?” Seemingly annoyed, you cut her off. Instead of sending you spiraling, Uraraka had managed to fire right into the one topic you hated thinking about. Not that it was her fault in any way. Your triggers aren’t her problem. “I’m not sure that’s much of your concern..” somehow, you’d managed to bring yourself back down, cooling off just as fast as you’d managed to heat up. 

“You flirt with him quite a bit. I was just wondering since you never actually asked him out...to my knowledge, anyway...” Up till now, Uraraka had fixated her gaze to the floor, holding her hand to her chest. She‘d willed herself not to look at you “So I assumed you had feelings for him.”

“And if you’re wrong?” It was a bad response, what you should have said was ‘What if you’re right?’ 

No idea what willed you to say that shit. Weirdo. 

“Then...” her hand fell, now finding refuge at her side. It had now been clenched tighter than before, her frustration building “..you’re just cruel. You shouldn’t lead him on like that, and you know it.” 

You’re lunch was done by now, perfectly packed and neat despite your inner turmoil. With a sigh, you closed up your lunch box and turned to leave. Uraraka wasn’t having any of that “That’s not fair to him, L/N! You know what you’re doing is wrong!” And she was right. At least from her own list of assumptions. If they had been correct, she’d be completely in her right to tell you off. But the things she clung to as facts, they weren’t. They were nothing more than assumptions that didn’t have enough backing to be taken to court. And for her to treat them as if they could have been, when she knew next to nothing about you..

It was somewhat annoying.

You, however, didn’t really want to dwell on this much longer. 

“You don’t know anything about it. So you shouldn’t speak on it.” 

An attempt to cut things short. 

Futile.

“I don’t mean any disrespect, L/N, but if you keep treating his feelings like they don’t matter...”

You stopped walking, mildly intrigued. And she continued.

“I’ll have to stop you by force.”

It was interesting, given the circumstances. Uraraka had to know her chances were low. She stood just over 5′1 as compared to your 6+ feet, and her build wasn’t much to write home about strength wise. If you were making a doujin, however, she’d probably beat you out. This wasn’t a hentai, though, and your physical strength alone could have easily put her down for the count. A bit of Gunhead Martial Arts wasn’t going to change that fact so easily.

“Sure. Whatever you say.”

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To make a long story short, you’d paid her warning no mind. Despite knowing it was futile, you couldn’t help but indulge yourself in praising Izuku Midoriya as always. He’d walked into class and you once again followed a routine you had begun a few days prior.

“Hey, Deku! You look so beautiful today.” 

You called it out from your seat, and watched in amusement and adoration as he burst into flames, despite you having complimented him in a similar way before. He sputtered in that cute way he always did, mumbling and falling over his words. Poor thing still wasn’t used to being told that he was gorgeous. 

Eventually, he’d managed a frail ”T-t-thank you...y-yo-you t-too!” before rushing to his seat. He’d covered his head with his arms, blushing furiously as he greedily allowed himself to drown in the compliment.

You really had fallen for the boy. He was far too cute. But not just that, he had the kindest soul you’d ever had the pleasure of being friends with. You knew, however, that he’d never feel the same. Not with the way you were. Not with the way you’d chosen to be.

Uraraka, who had walked in with Deku along with Iida, was none too pleased with this statement. Maybe, if she’d known that it was genuine she wouldn’t have minded. She would have simply watched with that soft gaze of hers. Staring on, allowing Deku to find happiness with whomever he’d chosen. She would have buried her feelings, held her tongue, closed her mouth, had she known that you truly loved Midoriya.

But she didn’t.

Instead she believed that you had no feelings at all. Found some sick pleasure in toying with his emotions. She very well could have left it alone. Closed her mouth while the one she loved was pulled by a string that would surely lead him off a cliff. Cut so easily and without a care. She couldn’t allow it. She wouldn’t let you play with him like that.

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As it had happened many days before, All Might found his way to Midoriya during lunch. The two had left right as lunch began, the first two to leave. The first two to miss it. 

Aoyama, who sat back in class to eat(the food hurt his tummy) had no intention of getting up, though many of the students began to make their way out of the class. The majority of them stopped, though, when Uraraka spoke up. Her annoyance had built up far too much. 

“Do you really think any of this is funny, L/N?”

As opposed to the day before, her voice was clear. It rang throughout the room with confidence. It reached the ears of classmates who had already made it outside of the classroom. They’d made it a point to look back, rerouting in order to witness the commotion about to ensue(though, they had no idea this was the case, of course).

You had been on your way out of the room, and turned around to face her. You’d almost forgotten the conversation you had the night before. Forced it out of your mind so as to not send yourself into another episode of “How Much Do I Hate Myself Today?”. A game show you’d always found yourself the winner of. 

You were the only player, though..

“You really are treating this like a joke. It’s just some game to you, isn’t it?” A scoff found its way to the brunette’s eardrum. “You know nothing about it.” a repetition of the phrases spoken the night before “So you can’t speak on-” 

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” As if a new found fire had been lit under her, she picked her head up, staring into your eyes with determination that rivaled that of the Sports Festival. “I won’t... I won’t stand by and let you keep this awful act up, L/N! If you really care about him at all, you’ll stop!” 

A single foot was propped up on her desk, like she was readying herself to jump, to leap over the desks separating her from you. To sock you in your face. To knock you out, to do something. Uraraka couldn’t help but wonder though, was this the right choice? Was she doing the right thing? She couldn’t have known. All she did know was that she couldn’t stop herself. Not anymore. And especially not with you egging her on like you were.

“Stop me, then.” 

That was as much as it took. She was fast, leaping from desk to desk. She’d only used one foot to change direction each time, which allowed for almost no time to think. Quickly you’d pushed Jirou out of the way, kicking up a chair to use as defense. Ochako gripped onto the legs of the chair, protecting herself as she shoved you with her foot, pulled the chair away and threw it to the opposite side of the room.

Wait, who was in the right again?

It didn’t take long for Kirishima and Ashido to run out of the classroom. 

All Might, he’d fix everything. He’d stop this. He had to. He was All Might, after all. They’d found him in his lounge with Deku as normal. He seemed all too calm before he’d seen the panicked looks on his students’ faces “All Might, Deku! Come quick!” the two cried.

Tch, snitches.

By now, the room was a mess, desks thrown on their side and not a single student stopping the two brawling in the middle. A few phones came out. For evidence, of course. 

You’d barely taken a scratch as opposed to Uraraka who’d been covered in bruises. Her fire failed to subside, and she took her opportunity to grasp the upper hand when you stepped back, tripping over a pencil so carelessly left on the ground(it was likely, however, that you’d knocked it down when the two of you were throwing desks). 

A simple stumble was all it took for her to be on you. Uraraka leaped forward, hands placed firmly on your shoulders as you toppled over.

You hit the ground.

It was now you could clearly see the rage on her features. Her hair was disheveled, her lip was bleeding and tears formed at the corner of her eyelids. 

“You’re nothing more than a coward! A spineless, coward!” 

She was wrong.

“How dare you even for a moment pretend like his feelings don’t matter! How dare you treat him like he’s everything, yet feel nothing?!”

It wasn’t true.

“You…! Why you..!” she’d raised her fist, and for a moment you considered letting her beat you senseless. Wasn’t it what you deserved? You’d let her believe you didn’t care about Deku at all. If you’d just been honest, this could have been avoided.

But you’re not nice enough to let her pummel you just to blow off some steam. If she didn’t understand, you’d just have to explain. 

Uraraka slammed her fist forward. You even gritted your teeth, ready to counter. This blow never came though, as a familiar hand gripped onto the wrist of the girl above you, pulling her back. 

Speak of the Deku.

“Uraraka, stop it! Calm down!!” A familiar voice, along with a face to match emerged. Not that you really cared though. Swiftly, you jetted upwards, rage pumping through your veins. Your intention had been to fire back. To hit her in some way though, your attack had been intercepted as well. Two large hands(likely larger than your face) wrapped around your own forearms. You made an attempt to fight against them, but it was futile. “Calm down, Young Lass, there’s no need for violence.” But you didn’t hear him. Uraraka didn’t either, her assault continued

“Spineless!!”

“Coward!!”

“Wicked wench! You can’t do anything but toy with the emotions of those around-”

It was your foot. Luckily, she’d been in range so the toe of your sneaker could properly clobber her from below. The sound had rang out clearly, along with her own grunt at the impact.

“Keep your mouth shut!!”

Suddenly it was your turn to speak.

“You know nothing about it!! Who are you to tell me how I feel?! You have no idea how lucky you are! You have no idea how beautiful you are! You have no idea...how normal you are!!” 

It was silent for a bit. 

“I would give anything to be like you! To be shy, easily flustered. To be short and cute. To be so...wanted.” They started to flow. The oceans pent up by the dam of your own pride. They’d spilled over at that one word. It was all you’d ever wanted. For someone to want you. “I can’t believe you ever felt even the slightest bit threatened by me. It’s comical you ever believed that I even so much as stood a chance with him! Nothing I say to him matters and it never will because he’ll never look at me the way he looks at you. I’ll never be the perfect girl the guy can save when she’s in trouble. I’ll never be the girl who fits so well into society’s standards! I’ll never be the submissive girlfriend that every guy wants!! You shouldn’t even so much as glance at me because I’ll never be as perfect as you are!!” 

All Might’s grip on your wrists loosened as his face softened. Deku stared at you with those round pools of green you’d fallen in love with so long ago. A concerned look that would have stabbed you straight through the heart had you been paying him any attention.

You weren’t though, instead you locked eyes with Ochako, who’s eyes had been wide with shock and a hint of sadness.

“I do love him, Uraraka. But none of that will ever matter,”

With that your arms were set free, along with the waterfalls now streaming down your cheeks.

“Because no matter how hard I try, I’ll only ever be me. I’ll never be like you.”

You kept your head down, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. 

You trudged out of the classroom, silently.

 No, you’d never be like her.

Is there a part two for I’ll never be like you?

I'll Never Be Like You

Part Two Part One

I think the way you said it was kind of stupid. The wording, I mean. Somehow, the way you used the term "submissive" in another context aside from sexual probably threw people off. Your point wasn't likely construed properly. In terms of a relationship, all you wanted was to be "the man", for lack of better phrasing. You had the strange desire for a boyfriend who would not only be ok with, but want you to propose. To buy him flowers and chocolate for Valentine's. You wanted to be the one to save him when he was in trouble, it's why you'd gotten so strong, after all. It was difficult to put that into words without sounding stupid, and your outburst certainly didn't help, as it was unplanned. Everyone in class thought you a nuisance now, you'd bet. Which is why you hadn't been to class in a while.

Your dorm room was locked. Three days, I think. Your eyes had been closed for just as long. Sleep was the only thing you could do. There was no way you'd be able to walk into class after what happened. Maybe if you'd come in the next day and pretended nothing was wrong it could have been played off. But you'd been in your room for too long. If you went back now they'd surely notice. They'd surely laugh.

Maybe you'll drop out instead

You'd slept for so long you'd caught a headache. At first you thought of sleeping it off. But you couldn't sleep with that much pain. You needed medicine, but students weren't allowed to keep pills in their rooms. Medicine was kept with Recovery Girl. Which means you'd have to leave your room. Which means someone may see you. Maybe you could just sleep it off. You closed your eyes and felt an immediate shock of pain.

You wouldn't be able to sleep it off.

Slowly, you crept toward the door. Pressing your ear against the wood, you attempted to listen for any footsteps. Kirishima walked by. Along with Kaminari. You'd memorized the footsteps of your classmates. Although Jirou and Momo were hard to tell apart. It was quiet for two minutes. You were checking your phone. The time had to be perfect. If you waited until five minutes someone would most likely be coming out of their room again. Three minutes was perfect. It had to be. Thirty seconds till. You began planning. Visualizing how you'd avoid the creaking wood beneath you. Ten seconds. You stood up, stretching a bit. Five seconds. The door knob, grab it. Slowly twist. You swung the door open quickly in order to keep it from screeching too loudly. Taking one step out and then..you felt something beneath you. It was squishy.

You looked down, met with a pair of sleepy brown eyes.

It was Uraraka.

Your entire body tensed, a horrified look on your face. Uraraka shot up just before you slammed the door in her face. Locked. And back to bed you went. The medicine surely wasn't worth it. Go back to your room. You pleaded, although you were sure she wouldn't. It was silent. Until, of course, she knocked.

"L/N?"

No. Go away. This is humiliating. She most certainly thought you were strange. You knew(thought) she could never actually like you. Especially not after all that's happened.

"I just...wanted to talk. I've been- we've all been worried about you. You haven't been to class in awhile." Well of course you hadn't. What kind of idiot would go back to class after saying something as stupid as 'submissive girlfriend'? What kind of backwards world would you be living in if you believed it was fine to do that? It was a spur of the moment thing. Brought on by harsh emotions. Uraraka must have been an idiot if she expected you to return after that. No, that's likely the mental illness talking. You don't believe those things about her. It's not fair to think something like that about her when you don't truly believe it.

"I think it's not good for you to stay in your room for so long. I must have startled you, lying out here. I'm sorry. Can I come in?"

You thought it best not to answer. You were sure she would leave eventually. This was a problem you would not face. Perhaps jumping out of the window would do well. You would grab onto each ledge on the way down. So you wouldn't be harmed. Would that work? Run away, go missing for....ever(?). Yes, you're sure that would be the best solution. You peeked out from under the covers, staring at the window.

You jolted up, however, when there was a sudden pounding on the door. It shook you as multiple hands began beating on the wood from different angles. It couldn't have been just Uraraka.

"We love you, L/N!!"

It was gradual. One by one you heard positive affirmation after positive affirmation. It grew louder and louder.

"Please come out so we can give you a hug!!"

"You better have been brushing your teeth in there!!"

"I'll never forgive you if you have a cavity!"

"Shut it! L/N's too pretty to get a cavity!"

That's not how that works.

Pieces of paper began to be shoved beneath the door. Shaped like hearts, stars, and rainbows. Hesitantly, you crept toward the door and picked them up.

"please don't change. I'd never forgive myself if I made you feel like you had to."

"I LOVE YOU"

"YOURE TOTALLY HOT"

"PLS PEG ME"

You've gotta be joking. This is so corny. More and more letters came in, crowding under the door. How could you keep them all? How could they all be true? Surely they were ly-

There was another one. And another. You couldn't think. They couldn't love you the way they claimed to. You couldn't have been as great as they claimed. The beating on the door stopped, but the verbal assaults(positive) continued.

"Please come out!"

"We miss hanging out with you!!"

"You still owe me a piggy back ride!"

This was too much.

"Let's be friends like we were before!!"

They couldn't mean all this

"Have you been training? Can I train with you?!"

How could they ever want to-

"We're still besties, right?!"

They must have been lyi-

"There's a new boba shop opening up! Let's all go together!!"

At one point it was incoherent. But suddenly, altogether

"We miss you, L/N!! Let's be friends again!!"

. . .

When did you start crying? You think it must not matter. What a headache you'd have after this.

You pressed your forehead against the door, sobbing against the wood. Sliding to your knees, your friends went quiet. Surely they must have hated you. They cared for you so much. How could you ask for anymore?

The best feeling in the world. You're sure it must be acceptance.

"I'm sorry." You wept

"I'm so sorry. I never meant to worry you. I never meant to-"

"L/N?"

. . .

You'd come to know him as the most accepting person there would ever be. Somehow, you found him trying to save even the villains. It could never be said that he'd given up on anyone.

That is the kind of person Izuku Midoriya is.

"It's been awhile. You've been in there for three days. I hope you've been taking care of yourself." His voice was calm and gentle. You soon realized you hadn't heard him speak from the very beginning. His voice was at your level. He must have been on his knees as well. "You made quite the mess back in class. Who do you think had to clean that up?" He laughed a little. "Still, I'm glad it happened. Maybe that's selfish, but I'm happy I was able to know you a little more. I know it must have been scary. I know it must still be. But I want you to know I like those things about you. Your confidence, how bold and strong you are. I've never known you to let those attributes get to your head. You've always been kind, since the day I met you." There was a pause. He smiled "Do you remember when we went on that mission together? It was tough, and at the end you picked me up and spun me around like we were getting married. It was so embarrassing, but I never said I didn't like it.....I'm sorry if I made you feel that way."

You recalled said mission. Along with picking him up. You noticed his red and uncertain features and put him down with a swift apology. He assured you it was fine, but he couldn't look at you without going red for awhile. You had taken it to mean something negative.

"Despite all that, I still want to be friends. Even if that's all we'll ever be. I'd never want to lose you, that would hurt too much." He went silent.

Uraraka had of course noticed the hints Izuku laid out. But she knew he still wasn't sure if this whole situation was about him. In fact he was sure it wasn't. That's why he refused to confess. He could never say such a thing while you were in this state. It was fairly obvious the two of you liked each other. Far more clear to Ochaco now that you told the truth.

She lost. This was it.

"So please. Please come out. I miss you. We all miss you. Let's be heroes. Ok?"

It took strength. Quite a bit, in fact, to stand up. But you did, and they all heard it. Izuku leaned back in anticipation, not sure if it was true. Slowly but surely, you unlocked the door. It slowly creaked open and there you stood. Wrapped in a blanket, looking at the floor, and still six feet tall.

You said nothing, but there was nothing to be said.

A blunt force slammed into you almost immediately. You stumbled back as the sheer force of your friends pulling you into a hug threw you to the ground. You were there for only a moment before they hoisted you back up and dragged you out into the common area. A large feast was almost finished being set up. Aizawa had evenly distributed food onto everyone's plate. Though the biggest plate was yours. Apparently, allegedly, and supposedly, Sero texted Mr. Aizawa to let him know they'd gotten through to you and the feast was on.

You were placed in between all of your friends as they welcomed you to take as much food as you wanted. They were quite close.

Izuku sat right next to you, encouraging you to eat. He clarified, though, that it was alright if you could only handle a little. He smiled that smile you loved so much. You were sure it would be ok. You were sure 'How Much Do I Hate Myself Today?' the gameshow you'd always found yourself the winner of, would be off the air for awhile.

(luckily, ive done you the favor of removing body odor from this universe. we all know you'd stink if I hadn't)

Slowly, you picked up your chopsticks and reached out for the first bite of food you'd had in days. Everyone noticed. They watched in silence. You took a bite.

"It's really good."

Happy late birthday!

Thank you my love😌

This is so unbearably adorable😭😭😭 \(^0^)/

I can't wait to shift and get this experience for real.

QUIT MAKING MY HEART SQUEEZE LIKE THAT I CANTJXSKSJFIJDNFCIXZIX THIS ISNT FAIRRRRR😭😭😭🥰🥰☺☺

starring: izuku midoriya- beautiful birthday boy

summary: waking up in the early morning before izuku you decide to make him breakfast in bed for his birthday, along with a written birthday day which causes him to cry about his insecurities.

⚠️ warning ⚠️: insecure!izuku || bday boy!izuku || izuku crying || angst??? just a teeny bit of sad stuff || other than LOVELY FLUFF ||

happy bday izuku luv u <333

the sun leaked through the thin silky curtains as you woke up, your charming lover, izuku, was still fast asleep. you wonder on how you should wake him up and you decide to make breakfast-in-bed, specially for him. making your way downstairs, your brain rummages through your history of dating izuku, you were specifically

remembering what he loved for breakfast most. pancakes. with a wide grin printed on your face, you open the fridge and sigh in relief to see the correct ingredients.

if you remembered correctly, you mix all the ingredients together. oh whatever you might as well wing it am i right? swinging a cupboard open, you bend down, extending your arm to grab a bowl. once you finally found one you add flour, sugar, a pinch of salt and baking powder, then you make sure to whisk it throughly.

although you went quite overboard, air bubbles started to form at the force you put in. soon after, you pour milk, melted butter and eggs into your batter and give it yet another mix.

now that your batter is complete, you set your pan on the stove and run up to check on izuku, praying to god that he was still sleeping. peeping through the door, you saw izuku completely knocked out, sleeping so well that you almost felt bad you were going to wake him up soon as he shifts around some, you sprint back to the pan that’s slowly heating.

not long after you pour batter into the pan and flip it to reveal your beautiful golden brown pancakes, the smell travelling to every corner of the kitchen, you wanted to eat it right there and then but you just couldn’t! it’s for izuku remember Y/N!

finally youve finished. you throw the bowl which was once filled with the delicious pancake mix into the sink along with the pan. setting up the pancakes on a plate, drizzled in maple syrup with a few strawberries and blueberries on top. you grab a pen and birthday card to write your message in. you smile with each word written- of course you could’ve wrote more but it wouldn’t fit :(. placing the plate of pancakes on a large tray along with a cup of orange juice, you put card right next to the beverage and make your way to the shared room.

putting the tray on your counter, you grab a pillow and lightly hit izuku with it, giggling as he slowly wakes up and grabs his own one, play fighting along with you. you decide to bring your match to a stop and push his back to the headboard, “izuku i wanted to give something special to start off your day and what better to do that than with…”, his eyes follow your every movement which leads to the tray of his scrumptious breakfast. “your own meal in bed”. his pupils take the shape of hearts and his jaw drops, heart swelling so much you’re afraid it might combust. he doesn’t know what to feel other than loved. you pass him his birthday card which shakes him out of his frozen trance…he read it with every ounce of concentration he has.

his eyes tear up, getting glossier by the moment, the words were so simple but they meant so much only because they were coming from someone he loves so much, with all his heart.

dear izuku,

i cant begin to explain how much i love you, your lovely personality and your attractive traits is what intrigued me to get closer to you. you are so unbelievably you and no one else can be remotely like that. your irresistible wide eyes, ravishing freckles and engaging locks of deep forest green hair caused me to feel something i’ve never felt before, my chest feels heavy and my tummy gets butterflies each time my eyes lay on. you’re beautiful. you’re heavenly. every moment with you is one i cherish and i’ll never forget it. i don’t think i can forget it. happy birthday bby<3

Yours Truly,

Y/N

izukus sniffles cause you to melt, “aww izuku don’t cry baby don’t cry”, he abruptly pulls you into a hug and whimpers into your shoulder, “aww i love you izuku!”, and with those words, he starting crying, feeling like the centre of attention made him feel completely different but he knows why he’s sobbing, it was the card. something he’ll read almost everyday. izuku has been insecure about his features and for you to mention his features and your love for them was something he had to cry at. he’ll never think he’s unattractive ever again. he should’ve done that from the very beginning. :) however you didn’t know his words would have this much of an affect on him!

a/n: i am quite late but i’ve had izuku on my mind all day, ive been busy but i still had to do smth for his birthday and so i personally loved this fic and i’ll be sharing it with my fellow izu simps!

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