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[midoriyaas]

when did you get hot?

summary: when you run into your childhood friend clark at a bar, the only question you want to ask him is 'when did you get hot?'

pairing: female reader x clark kent

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You couldn't remember the last time you'd been properly touched by a guy.

Actually you could. But you had decided to expunge your shitty ex from your record. He was more cheating rat than human, so he wasn't really deserving of the status.

Besides, the emphasis was on properly touched.

After months of sulking at home your friends had finally convinced you that it was time to saddle up and get back on the horse.

Three bars in and you were wondering why you'd wasted so much time hermitting. Your feet were feeling gloriously numb in your new heels, your shoulders had finally stopped bunching around your ears and giggles were falling from your lips with ease as you and your friends walked arm in arm.

Your last stop was the Rodeo, a trendy bar that was apparently where all the suits of Metropolis flocked too after a long day of corporate grind.

You felt like you were at a prospect convention. Men were practically falling from the disco light flecked ceiling. You could feel them analysing every inch of you and your new dress that clung tightly to your body as you weaved through the crowd, sizing you up like you were a prized heffer up for auction.

Then again, you were doing the same thing in return.

He was hard to miss. His massive frame dwarfed the bar. A crisp white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, grey suit pants that were barely containing thighs the size of your torso as he leant over to talk to the bartender.

You could barely hear your friends over the thumping bass as they chatted animately. You swore you heard one of them say something about a 'Jimmy' when your course to the bathroom was suddenly diverted.

Your eyes found him again as your friends corralled you towards the other end of the bar. He’d turned ever so slightly, enough that you could see that thick glasses framed his face. A mass of black curls piled on top of his head.

Kind of nerdy. Just your type.

It was so dark that you couldn’t make out his facial features. Not that you were complaining about the current view.

You let your eyes wonder over behind the bar, watching the bartenders make quick work of the drinks - lithe fingers cutting fruits and toned arms shaking cocktails in a flurry. Maybe you should quit your job and become a bartender, then you wouldn't have to worry about doing upper body weights.

He was facing you now. If the bar hadn’t been so packed you would have sworn he was staring directly at you.

The sound of your name being called was like a sharp pin loudly popping your balloon of thoughts. A hand darted out to pull you forward.

“This is Jimmy.”

You tore your gaze from the bar to be met with a freckled face grinning at you. His eyes lit up in recognition at the sound of your name.

"Oh don't you know Clark?"

Your eyes followed his hand gesturing towards the other end of the bar.

Your brow furrowed.

You only knew one Clark. And that Clark was a weedy salt of the earth farm boy. He stuck out like a sore thumb. You’d have spotted him from a mile away in here.

“Huh?”

"Clark Kent. Aren’t you both Kansas country bumpkins?”

You turned back to look down the bar.

��He’s ordering us a round.” You followed Jimmy’s finger and froze as you realised who he was pointing at. There was no way. You’d remember if he had a face like that.

As if he’d somehow heard his name over the thrum of the bass, the man turned in your direction again. A familiar smile spread across his lips. A hand raised in awkward greeting.

As if it had been orchestrated, the lights flickered just as he tilted his head, momentarily illuminating his face in a pale pink hue. His features finally on full display.

You blinked.

The strong cut of his jaw, the chisel of his chin, the astute slope of his nose. Someone could have told you that he’d been modelled after a statue of Zeus and you wouldn’t question it.

"Jesus." You murmured.

"What was that?" Jimmy queried.

"Oh I just uh-" You forced yourself to look away. "I haven't seen Clark in years that's all."

You didn't hear Jimmy's response as you did a double take, then a triple take.

"Why don't you go help him bring the drinks over?" Your friend suggested. Even in the dark, you could see a familiar twinkle in her eye. She knew you too well.

"We'll go grab a table. Let you two catch up."

A tipsy chorus of agreement sounded out at the suggestion. Jimmy didn't seem to need any extra encouragement as he eagerly led your friends towards an empty booth before you even had a chance to argue.

"And if you don't take him home and play naked twister with him, I might have to." You smacked her playfully as she pulled away from your ear. Her loud laughter reverberated through you as she left you to go join the others.

Your dress was suddenly too tight, your heels too high as you started to make your way towards him, his eyes never leaving you as you did.

His features came more into focus. Once you were inches from him it was clear that it was definitely Clark. You remembered those eyes so vividly, the perfect shade of blue. The way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled. He'd just doubled in height and width.

Your name left his lips as you reached him. Not a voice crack in sight. The deep reverb of it sent a shiver up your spine.

You were suddenly very grateful that you had some liquid courage flowing through your veins as you spoke.

"Hey stranger."

"Hi yourself."

He shot you that smile that used to lift you out of the foulest of moods.

Careful not to spill your drink, you lent up and wrapped your arms around him. His muscles rippled under your fingertips as he embraced you back. He smelt like a mixture of smoke, bourbon and vanilla.

"So what brings you here-"

"How are you-"

You both laughed as you cut each other off.

"Sorry, you go." Clark apologised, shoving his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose as he gestured for you to continue.

"How are you? I've been reading your articles you know. You're killing it."

Clark smiled shyly. "Thanks, yeah work has been good. Busy. You know Metropolis, always something to write about."

"Yeah never a dull day." You sighed. Your commute to work was interrupted at least once a week with some metahuman wreaking havoc. But you couldn't bring yourself to leave, the chaos was almost addictive.

"What about you?"

"Oh I'm actually working in the marketing department at LutherCorp." An unreadable emotion flashed across Clark's face.

"Marketing huh?"

"It's alright." You shrugged. "Pays the bills."

"I always thought your dream was to be a fashion designer."

You couldn't believe he'd remembered that.

"It was but....I don't know." Another shrug. "Isn't that every girl's dream growing up? No one actually ends up doing it. It's practically impossible."

Clark frowned as you sipped your drink.

"It's not impossible. I remember your designs in school, they were great. You could definitely do it, you just have to believe in yourself."

You looked up at him. If it was anyone else you would have brushed them off, that they were just saying whatever they could to make you feel better.

But this was Clark. The same Clark who had emphatically supported you when you declared that you wanted to be a mermaid at age 7. He believed everyone on this planet could achieve incredible things. He could convince you that you could fly if he really wanted to.

"I have been thinking about going back to school. Metropolis University has a pretty good fashion program." You admitted. You couldn't believe you were telling him this. You hadn't even told your friends yet.

"You totally should. The fashion world would be lucky to have you.”

This time it was your turn to blush. “Thank you.”

"You keep in touch with anyone from school?"

"God no." You scoffed. "I only go back home to see my parents." You twirled your straw through your drink as you studied him.

"What about you?"

"Same." Clark nodded.

"Are your parents still up at the farm?"

His smile widened, "yeah they are. They still ask about you, you know."

Your heart warmed. "They were always so kind."

It only felt like yesterday that you were spending nearly every afternoon after school there, running around chasing the cows with Clark as his mum desperately tried to corral you inside for afternoon tea.

"Remember those scones your mum used to make? God they were good."

"She still makes them for me when I visit."

You groaned dramatically, "I'm jealous."

"I should try and visit them more." Clark sighed, dampening the mood slightly between you two.

"Yeah..." You trailed off, a wave of homesickness washing over you at the thought of your parents.

"They keep trying to get me to come back for the county fair."

Clark chuckled, "Me too."

"Mum rang me last week and told me that I simply had to come this year because they've added an apple bobbing stall."

"Well, how could you turn that down?"

You laughed into your drink at his response.

"True, as born and bred Kansas folk, apple bopping is literally in our DNA."

Clark's laughter dissipated as he studied you, a smile on his lips.

"You know." He began, taking a sip of his drink. He coughed as the liquid slid awkwardly down his throat. You watched him as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and shot you a sheepish grin before placing his glass down.

"We could always go together." He said it so casually you nearly missed the way a blush had begun to emerge on his cheeks.

You grinned. "Two city slickers crashing the Smallville county fair would be fun."

"Yeah and you know...it would make our parents happy. And I'd have good company." His eyes locked with yours. "It'd be fun."

You cocked your head slightly as you studied him. "It would be."

Before either of you could say anything further, the bartender plonked two cocktails in front of you.

You looked down at the little pink umbrellas sticking out of them.

"Are these....pina coladas?"

"They're delicious." Clark protested.

You threw your hands up in defence. "I didn't say they weren't!"

Clark shot you a look as he pushed one over to you. "It was meant to be Jimmy's, but I don't think he needs another one."

"Well I'm certainly not going to turn down a free drink." You picked it up and held it up to his.

"To making it out of Smallville."

"And to running into friendly faces." Clark added.

You smiled. "Cheers to that." You agreed as your glasses clinked together harmoniously.

Your eyes never left his as you pressed the glass to your lips, the eye contact too long to be casual. The reminiscing had made you momentarily forget just how gorgeous he was.

His adams apple bopped as he swallowed. His perfectly shaped lips glistened with the remnants of the liquor in his glass. His brow furrowed ever so slightly as he focused on not spilling his drink. You could stare at his face all day, you decided.

"Is there something on my face?"

Shit, you had actually been staring.

"No." You answered quickly.

"Are you sure?"

You frowned, "Yes. Why?"

"It's just- I don't know." He looked at you sheepishly. "You keep giving me this weird look. I thought maybe I had pineapple in my teeth or something."

The laugh slipped out before you could stop it at the sight of his puzzled, innocent face. You pressed your hand to your mouth to stifle your giggles. Your reaction made him look even more like a confused puppy.

"Sorry I'm not laughing at you it's just-" You cut yourself off as you tried to level out your voice. He looked at you expectantly. The assorted mixture of alcohols swirling around in your stomach helped you blurt out your next words.

"When did you get hot?"

Even the dark lighting couldn't conceal the violent crimson that bloomed across his face at your words. He couldn't be nervous at that, could he? Surely someone that looked like him didn't get shy. He'd have girls throwing themselves at him constantly.

"You- you think I'm... hot?"

A vision of young Clark flashed before you. Sweet, nervous, awkward, bumbling. He may look different, but he hadn't changed one bit.

It made you want to rip his clothes off even more.

"Are you kidding me? You look like Superman or something."

You took a sip of your drink, missing the way he flinched.

"S-superman? Why do you say that?"

You peered up at him over your cocktail glass. "Clark." You gestured to his body. "You look like you could lift my car up with your hand."

"Oh." His blush deepened.

"Seriously I cannot believe I didn't see the vision in school."

"Well, I was a pretty ugly kid."

"You were not!" You protested.

"Kids at school certainly thought so." He remarked.

Your mood faltered. Clark had gone through a rough time before puberty hit, especially with the other boys. Unfortunately, most country kids weren't raised to be accepting of people who were different. And in Smallville, being gentle, sensitive and selfless almost to a fault as a guy was practically unforgivable.

"Kids are jerks."

"You weren't." Clark countered. "You always stood up for me."

"You would have done the same." You brushed it off, trying to ignore the way your heart raced under his gaze.

"And you were never ugly you were just..." You trailed off as you studied him. "I don't know you were just Clark, kind and sweet Clark. But now you're..."

Clark's eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

“Well now you're kind and sweet and also really hot Clark.”

He laughed at your explanation, his nerves visibly dissipating as he studied you intently.

"And no one's going to look their best in school anyway." You gestured to yourself to illustrate your point.

Clark shook his head. "You don't count."

"Why not?"

"Because." He slung the rest of his drink down his throat. "You've never had an ugly phase."

You tried to hide the effect his words had on you. "I don't know about that. Remember my side ponytail phase in sixth grade?"

"I do. And your emo phase in year seven. And your Mighty Crabjoys phase in sophmore year."

"The Mighty Crabjoys were not a phase, thank you. They still rock."

Clark looked at you like you'd hung the moon in that moment.

"You're beautiful. You always have been." His words came out softly. Almost reverently, like he was saying a prayer.

You looked up at him, your lips slightly parted as you tried to rack your brain for a response. It was like you'd forgotten how to speak.

You couldn't believe out of all the bars in Metropolis, you'd ended up at the same one as him. That he was the one person who had made you feel more alive in the last twenty minutes than any guy had ever made you feel in your whole relationship. You were't religious by any means, but it almost felt like divine intervention.

"Oh sorry." The liquor swished dangerously close to the lip of our glass as someone accidentally bumped into you.

The moment between you two shattered, allowing you a brief respite to collect your senses off the floor.

"It's busy huh?" You observed lamely.

"Yeah it is." Clark cleared his throat, "you know, I know a pretty good pizza place down the road. It's usually not too busy, if you wanted to maybe go somewhere quieter to-"

"Yes." You answered, probably a little too eagerly. But you were too entranced to care. "I'd like that. Us hot country bumpkins have to stick together."

A knee-weakening smile split across Clark's face as he laughed. "We do."

He twisted around to look in Jimmy's direction. "I don't think our friends are going to miss us."

You followed his gaze. Jimmy was seated in the middle of the booth, your friends huddled up to him like nesting birds desperate for warmth. They were giggling and hanging on to his every word, like he was a messiah spouting gospel.

"What the..."

"It's best you don't ask." Clark sighed, "I gave up a long time ago."

You shook your head in disbelief, letting your eyes linger on the sight for a few moments before turning to look at him.

"Shall we?"

You glanced down to see his large palm extended out for you. An invitation that you were more than happy to take.

You nodded, letting your hand slide into his. It was warm, and ever so slightly clammy. It entwined perfectly with yours. In that moment, you knew.

Clark squeezed your hand and smiled down at you, like he knew it too.

This was what being properly touched felt like.

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୨ THE STRUGGLE ୧

SYNOPSIS : Izuku can handle villains, but a tie? That’s another story.

He’s been staring at himself in the mirror for five minutes now, hands fumbling with the tie like it’s some impossible puzzle. The fabric keeps twisting the wrong way, his brow furrows deeper, and you can see the beginnings of panic in his reflection.

“...This shouldn’t be this hard,” he mutters under his breath, tugging it into another uneven knot.

“Because you’re overthinking it.” You step closer, catching his wrist before he can pull it apart again. “C’mere.”

Izuku blinks at you, cheeks already warm from frustration, but he tilts his chin down when you tug him closer.

His breath hitches a little when your hands brush his collar, fingers straightening the fabric with practiced ease.

You take your time—folding, looping, pulling the tie smooth—while he just watches, lips parted like he’s forgotten how to breathe.

“See?” you tease softly, glancing up at him. “Not so hard.”

His throat works as he swallows, green eyes locked on yours. “…I think you just make it look easy.” His voice is low, rougher than usual, and when you pat the neat knot against his chest, he covers your hand with his own, holding it there a second too long.

It’s quiet between you, the only sound his uneven breathing, and then—he smiles, sheepish but warm enough to melt you.

“What would I do without you?”

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my hand hurts soooo bad oml but i made it finally

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finest shyt ☝️

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i need him so bad its concerning at this point

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my life lately

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first off, I just wanna say how I love how you write izuku like??? my sweet boy doesn't get much appreciation and I'm just obsessed with the scenarios you've made with him 🤭💜 second, would it be okay to request a scenario in which the bnha boys (Deku, Bakugo, any other if you want!) who's been dating the reader for a while but it's a secret relationship- which suddenly gets revealed?

thank you! can't wait for more of your writing! 💜

SECRET RELATIONSHIP GETS REVEALED ! the secret relationship between you and your pro-hero boyfriend gets revealed to the public

with deku, bakugo ( pro heroes )

notes ahaha izuku is definitely one of my favs and ur so right when u say he doesn't get enough appreciation :( but i'm here to change that lol ! thanks for requesting ! idk if this is what you had in mind but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless <3

your boyfriend didn't want his relationship with you to go live because one, he's legitimately one of the most hated heroes by villains and two, the media won't ever leave you alone. he found it better this way, for both of your sakes.

it worked for a while, and though the both of you had to make little sacrifices here and there, the arrangement was more than perfect. that was until someone tipped the media off with one (1) very rare photo of you and boyfie out and about in disguise (a terrible one, at that).

photos of the pro-hero's new companion dominated the internet and everyone was wondering who the mystery person was.

it happened so fast that you and your boyfriend were out of the loop. in fact, you and your boyfriend were out on a secret date when the news exploded.

IZUKU

izuku zipped his crossbody bag up and fitted a black baseball cap tightly on his head. his green curls were hard to miss regardless of any disguise he thought up. he flashed you a determined smile. "ready for our day out, love?"

"born ready," you mimicked his way-too-serious tone. "but won't you relax a bit?"

at your comment, his shoulders stiffened. "why, do i not look relaxed?"

he was standing like his friend, iida—almost robotically, like a sentry who was on high alert. you could see the tired circles under his eyes though the shadow of the cap made them almost invisible. his casual outfit covered one of the essential pieces of hero gear; his gloves. it was almost as if he was expecting something bad to happen.

you drifted to his side, an amused smile on your face. "we've done this before, izu. nobody will notice!"

"at least i have a better chance," he raised an eyebrow at you, spinning you around in his arms. "your disguise is non-existent."

"hey, i'm not the super-famous pro-hero that everyone adores." you stuck your tongue at him, making him smile reflexively.

"it's not my fault i'm so charming."

"oh my god."

a little more bickering and a car ride later, you both arrived at the museum you had planned to tour. the guide handed you pamphlets after welcoming you to the grounds, informing you that she'd take you around the exhibits in a short moment.

"oooh..." you flipped through the brochure, excitement bubbling through you. "there's a lot of things in here."

izuku rested his chin on your shoulder, trying to read as fast as you were flipping pages. his hand enveloped yours in an effort to stop you from turning the pages at a lightning pace— "honey, can you go slower?"

you giggled and thumbed the whole pamphlet, making a little buzzz sound as you did so. "weren't you at the top of your class, izu?" you shrugged nonchalantly. "just read faster."

his hands snaked to clasp around your stomach from where they rested on your waist. an uncontrollable laugh threatened to bubble out of you. "really, 'just read faster'? a little cheeky today, aren't you, love—?"

"uhm... couple at the back, please refrain from pda as there are children around." the tour guide cleared her throat. a crowd had gathered for the next tour around the museum and it appeared as though they were ready to start.

you and izuku jumped away from each other as if you were caught by a teacher in high school, your cheeks heating up from embarrassment.

"sorry, miss." izuku mumbled in a low voice, head hanging. he gave you an amused smile that you returned with a huge grin, accepting the hand he held out for you.

halfway into the tour, the group grew so bored they retreated to the comfort of their phones. hanging around the back, you thought it unusual that so many people began to glance backwards at you and your boyfriend, whispering among themselves.

you caught glimpses of their phone screens, questioning why the hell your face was on them.

you nudged izuku's side to tell him just as the teens in front of you spun around, screaming "it's deku and his s/o!"

you and izuku froze like deers in headlights as the commotion spread through the group.

wait, how do you know? the news just made a story about it today. there's a picture of them here! and besides, he's wearing the same disguise.

you gave izuku a pointed look and he smiled sheepishly at you. "what the heck should we do?!"

"deny it??" he said, though he didn't seem sure of his answer. "that photo?" he talked to the crowd again. "not her."

"yeah, i get it all the time," you chuckle nervously, playing along. you shrunk into his side. the attention was sending shockwaves through your body.

the kids weren't buying it. "well, you're obviously deku." one deadpanned.

"me?" a boxy grin spread on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "no, i'm just... not him..."

seriously, didn't they have specific media training classes at UA for this kinda thing? you rolled your eyes at his response.

"who else has green hair?!" another crossed their arms. "you're so deku."

you both held up your hands, as if caught red-handed by the police. you squeaked, "we're just two random, normal strangers having a date in a museum, promise—"

a kid waddled up to deku's side and pulled his signature gloves out of his pants' pockets, holding them up triumphantly. yours and deku's head slowly turned to watch it unfold before looking at each other almost comically. a long pause followed.

"it's deku and his s/o!" the kid yelled, pointing a chubby finger at the two of you. the whole vicinity was alerted to the famous hero's presence.

you clung to izuku's arms and the swarm encroached on your space, clamoring for autographs, information, pictures—anything they could get their hands on.

to your surprise, deku wasn't the only center of attention. you were asked your name, age, and occupation, where you grew up, if you knew 'their' deku in high school—

izuku's upper arm came under your bum as he leapt back from the crowd at lightning speed, yelling a very apologetic sorry! as he zoomed the both of you away to safety. you screamed as you hung over his shoulder.

he parkoured his way up the museum building, crouching on the roof. it wasn't the first time izuku used his super speed with you in his arms, but holding you like a sack of potatoes wasn't the best position—not if you liked your neck.

he set you down and smoothed your clothes, his hands flying everywhere accompanied by a thousand apologies.

your hands caught his wrist and you gave him a pointed look. "how did they find out? we were super careful."

his concerned expression quickly turned unimpressed. "sweetheart, you have no disguise."

"they believed i was just some random person after we denied it. they already knew you were deku!" you retorted, flicking his cap upwards and allowing the tufts of green to spring out.

he opened his mouth to respond before he snapped it shut. "it's not my fault i'm hard to miss..." he muttered.

you softened and moved closer, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning into his chest. "i'm sorry, jus' a little on edge."

his hands rubbed your back soothingly before he hugged you back. "it'll be okay." he felt something cold against him and he looked down to see you pull out your phone, pressing it against his body as you got to the bottom of this. "hey—"

"it's all over the news, along with katsuki and his s/o." you hummed, scrolling through article after article.

"hey." he repeated firmly. he gently tugged the phone from your hands, slipping it in his pocket. "it'll be okay. i'll make sure you're protected, not that you aren't already, and we'll get you a new apartment, closer to mine."

you sighed. "i'm not really worried about that."

he gave you a concerned look, wondering if he needed to look into your lack of self-preservation. "...you're not worried about someone potentially attacking you?"

you rolled your eyes, lightly swatting his chest. "well, duh, but i know no one can really get past you and your brigade of hero friends." you waved off his concern. "i'm worried about the paparazzi and gossip channels—what if everyone decides i'm not good enough and they pressure you to leave me? what if—"

"i'm going to have to stop you right there," he gave one of those self-proclaimed (but also, he wasn't wrong) 'charming' smiles as he cut into your rambling. "being with you is my conviction. no one's gonna pressure me to do anything except marry you one day."

you blinked, a huge grin spreading on your face. all your worries were gone when you let his words sink in.

izuku realized what he really said. "or... something like that, you know?" he muttered under his breath, color rising to his cheeks as he looked away.

a moment passed as he held you on the museum rooftop, the date turning out much different than expected. he gasped out of nowhere, jostling you out of your thoughts. his little giggle made you suspicious.

"kacchan just texted me something really interesting; he got stuck in traffic and is trying to hide out in his car—oh."

"what?"

he turned his phone to you. it was a post titled 'NEW!" and underneath was a very blurry photo of you and izuku on the rooftop at that very moment.

you scrunched up your face. "your fans are weird."

he laughed openly. you stared at him with such adoration that you hoped the press got a picture of his blissful face so you could fawn over it later. "have you even read the things they're saying about you?" he kissed your forehead. "i have a feeling they're gonna grow to obsess over you more than me."

BAKUGO

you heard the impatient jangle of keys as bakugo called after you. "we're gonna be late for our res, baby, get your beautiful ass in the car."

you giggled as you stuffed the last of the stuff you needed in your bag. you exaggerated a gasp and wagged a finger at him. "take me on a date first, mister."

he rolled his eyes. "i am literally trying to do that right now, but someone ain't listenin."

"fine, damn, i'll go on a date with you." you huffed, keeping up with the bit as you walked past him, tossing him a playful look over your shoulder. he smiled softly, following closely.

you got in the car and watched him with starry eyes. he was focused on starting the car and setting the music, but all you could think of was how good he looked in a turtleneck. he had so much faith in that face mask, though, as you'd told him multiple times that it was a really bad disguise.

"you're starin'." he glanced out his window before pulling out the parking spot.

heat rose to your cheeks. he held his hand out and you laced your fingers in them. he squeezed your hand.

the ride was smooth and calm, the hum of the engine complimenting the mellow yet catchy songs playing. you were jamming out until you realized you hadn't moved in a while.

you ducked closer to the windshield. the light was red, and the traffic was piling up. you pursed your lips, glimpsing at the irritated drivers around you.

"looks like we might not make our res, huh?" you mused. bakugo hummed.

"it's whatever, betcha they'll still take us anyway." he grinned mischievously.

you squeezed his hand, chastising him. "kats, you can't use your 'i'm a famous hero' card on date nights."

"m'just teasing, baby." he chuckled softly, leaning back in his seat. his head rested on his shoulder as he gave you a look. "better get comfortable."

you laughed and let go of his hand, turning fully in your seat to face him. "kats! keep your eyes on the road!"

"why? i wanna look at you." he smirked.

snap!

a bright flash made both of you freeze, though bakugo reacted quicker. he sat up in his seat, leaning over the wheel as he peered out your window at the car beside you. the two girls in the front row were fawning over the picture they just took.

he glared. "a couple of fans, i guess?"

you breathed out a sigh of relief. "thank god i was facing away from—"

snap!

you squeaked in surprise and reflexively covered your face. you leaned back in the seat to see a couple other teens laughing triumphantly over their rare photo.

bakugo observed your shock and panic silently before he laughed, thoroughly amused.

you groaned, slumping below the windows. "i was talking when they took that picture, i'll look distorted." you whined, voice muffled behind your hands.

he tsked. "i'm sure they got your good side, babe." he was trying to act calm but really his mind was racing at a million thoughts per minute. he had tinted windows. he made sure to make an appearance this morning so people would think he was out hero-ing for the whole day. was this a freak occurance, or...?

you opened your phone and were flooded with articles upon articles of you and bakugo on your dates. in hindsight, yes, those disguises were really bad. those pictures were low-quality but anyone who was anyone would be able to recognize bakugo's spiky blond hair.

everyone was speculating who the mystery person was and how their relationship would be, etc etc. you groaned again as you held up your phone to bakugo.

"what?" he whispered, breaking out of his thoughts.

"come down here," you motioned for him to join you below the window.

he scrunched up his face. "... i'm not doing—"

"come down here." you hissed, pulling him by his shoulder to crouch below the window's line of sight. he blinked, not entirely surprised or against the action. "look!"

he scrolled through, some news pages looking familiar. he sighed. "my agency was starting to talk about these rumors."

"why didn't you tell me?!"

"i thought they'd handle it!"

you pouted and he softened, kissing your cheek. "no one's gonna get a hold of any bad pictures of you, promise. i'll make sure of it."

you smiled. "really?"

he grinned, lovesick. "yeah." so what if the whole world would know you're his? he could deal with the details later.

muddled banging made you jump.

"dynamight, is that your s/o?!" the girls from the car over squashed their faces to the window, cupping their hands around their eyes.

you screamed and dynamight gave them a what the hell look.

he blast through the car roof, holding you by the waist as he soared upwards with loud pops behind him. landing on a nearby roof, he checked to make sure you were okay. all he was concerned about was the frown on your face.

"what, you not comfortable with everyone knowin' bout us?" he asked, voice soft.

you perked up, shaking your head. "no! obviously not. i'm just..." you curled your knees to your chest. "you're a hotshot and you have so many people after you. dunno if i meet expectations."

"who cares?" he scoffed indignantly. "you exceed mine. that's all that matters."

you giggled, your sad disposition quickly morphing into a smile. "yeah?"

"yeah." he assured you, pushing your knees down and swinging them to the side. the momentum made your whole body twist so that you were parallel to him. he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you leaned into his embrace.

"now i gotta call that nerd so he can move our car. we're causin' more traffic."

bonus:

"kacchan!" izuku chirped, his s/o on his back as he floated in the air. bakugo's face twisted up as if the green-haired boy wasn't one of his best friends.

"hey." bakugo jerked a thumb at his very broken car. "can you take care of that for me?"

"yeah, i got it." with his gloves on, izuku initiated blackwhip. the tendrils snaked around the car and hoisted it into the air, freeing up that lane once again. "did you suddenly get exposed out of nowhere, too?"

bakugo snorted. "yeah, ain't that a coincidence?"

izuku chuckled softly as he nodded. "yeah, super weird."

who could've gotten the jump on two of the most famous heroes' love lives, anyway?

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[midoriyaas]

HEAR ME OUT

Imagine Izuku getting his father's quirk making his body resistant to fire. He became a pro hero who sometimes deals with wildfires like a firefighter. He has a massive crush on the ER doctor whom he often sees whenever he drops off injured citizens to heroes at the hospital. He has interacted with you multiple times. Ironically, you were one of his first saves as a pro hero after U.A - during this time you were a medical student.

He was hit by a true-telling quirk a few hours prior to this interview on live television. When asked if he had his eyes on someone or planning to date someone, the usual response he would give was "There isn't anyone that caught my eye." or "I just want to focus on my career right now, maybe in the future."

Against his wishes, he says "Yes" to the question causing the interviewer to want to know more by asking the following question. Izuku would usually avoid any questions related to his love life, no one has been able to get a scoop of his love life.

When the interviewer asked if they were a hero as well. He declines "They are a doctor who is a hero who saves people's lives every day."

He wanted to die on the spot because he just exposed his crush on live television knowing his close friends would figure it out. The world would be scrambling who it is.

He is the only one who hasn't been in the dating scene being among the top 3 heroes who graduated from U.A.

Maybe I will write it who knows.

[midoriyaas]

Nsfw/minors dni

Afab! Reader x izuku midoriya

Drabble

Mentions of “mom” “pretty girl”, breeding kink, teasing

- Oh nothing just thinking about izuku w/ a breeding kink

-him just loving to pump you full of his seed

-one day you say your outfit makes you look like a mother and his eyes darken and he whispers in your ear “I really wanna make you a mom right now pretty baby, but we have places to be”

-that makes you scream in frustration as you need to name a new ocean in between your legs

-he continues to tease you with the idea of being stuffed so full of his cum throughout the rest of the day

-you eventually get your way, because you’re his pretty girl and he loves spoiling you no matter what

[midoriyaas]

izuku's s/o sleeping with plushies

pairing: izuku midoriya x gn!reader

cw: none, this is pure fluff!

you were trying not to let your boyfriend find out about all of the plushies you owned and slept with every night

you usually hid them in your closet when izuku came over to your dorm room, but you couldn't keep it a secret forever

you were having a sleepover in izuku's room one night and while your boyfriend fell asleep pretty fast, you were twisting and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep

you were lying wide awake for an hour or two, before izuku woke up again due to you moving around and realized you hadn't gotten any sleep yet

when he asked you why you were still awake, clearly worried as he realized something was wrong, you explained to him that you had a hard time falling asleep without your plushies

izuku asked you if you'd prefer to sleep in your room for the night, but you brushed it off by saying you'd manage to fall asleep somehow

however, izuku could see right through you and without telling you where he'd go, he left his room, only to return a few minutes later with all of your plushies in his arms

he carefully placed every last one of them on the bed, before handing the last one to you with a smile

"this should help you sleep better, right?" 

[midoriyaas]

Izuko x reader?

Mine (pro!Midoriya Izuku x You)

summary: during a coordinated attack on hero agencies, the number one hero tells you to jump.

word count: 1.6k

cw: descriptions of injuries, canon-typical violence, explosions, swearing, brief mention of the marvel cinematic universe and the multiverse

tags: strangers to lovers, meet ugly, he falls first but you fall (literally), i want to marry prohero deku

note: hi, thank you for your request! i hope you like it! title is based on the taylor swift song, same as most of my other works lol.

likes/reblogs/feedback are always appreciated :))

“Do you think you’d still find me if we were living in another universe?” Toned arms wrapped around your body as you laid your head on his chest, tracing the scars on his forearms with your fingers. He mutters the question into the top of your head, resting his head on top of yours. 

“Of course, I would, babe.” One of your favorite things about dating Izuku is how unapologetically imaginative he was, and how comfortable he felt sharing the random ideas that popped into his brain with you. “Why? What’s on your mind?”

He shrugs, releasing you temporarily as you adjust your position with him on the couch and snag the remote to put on a movie. “Nothing, just thinking about alternate realities and stuff.” 

You can’t help but laugh a little bit at the poorly-masked earnestness in his voice. “You’re taking the new MCU arc too seriously, Zuku.” Opening the first streaming service you see, you scroll through the options and land on a nature documentary about monkeys in Southeast Asia. 

“But if the multiverse is real–” 

You cut him off with a quick peck on the corner of his pretty mouth. “Then we’d make our way to each other, somehow.” 

“You really think so?”

“I know so, Zu.” He hums in contentment and pulls you closer to him, shutting his eyes in pure happiness. “Promise that if we ever get thrown into a different universe you’ll find me?”

“I promise. You’re the best thing that’s ever been mine.”

You’d fallen for him a year ago, quite literally. 

After studying patrol patterns for months, a villain organization had planted explosives on the structural supports of top hero agencies in a coordinated attack to confuse pros on what to prioritize first, their own agencies or the agency that just happened to be closer to them. You were a support tech for the Dynamight agency, responsible for repairing his gauntlets and subtly changing the design plan to make them more efficient despite his adamant protests that they didn’t need upgrades. 

When the first blast went off, it felt like the building had turned into a ship in the middle of a raging ocean, tilting the floor to a sharp angle as equipment and tools fell from shattered windows. Agency workers screamed as they slid to the opposite side of the room, desperately trying to make it to the only staircase that remained intact. Struggling to regain your footing, you stumbled toward the solid ground as the second explosive detonated, throwing you forward to the other side of the workshop. Scrapes and scratches covered your exposed forearms, and a deep gash throbbed on on your upper thigh from a worktable you’d barely managed to avoid. 

Your hand found the handle of a locked supply closet door, and your arms shook with effort as you pulled other employees in the direction of the staircase, throat sore from yelling to get away from the gaping windows. When the last of the other techs were safely hurrying down the stairs, you planted your legs and tried to climb to the stairwell despite the increasingly steep angle of the floor as the building continued to slump sideways. But, sooner than you could reach the exit, the lock on the door broke, swinging the door open as miscellaneous power tools showered you and threatened to knock off your grip on the handle. You hung there, completely defenseless and alone, poised to fall straight through an open window once your hand strength failed. A flash of dark green caught your eye from the corner of your vision, and you saw a figure standing against a neighboring building. A tendril of flowing black energy reached out to you and you strained to grab it, but it pulled back quickly as a chunk of concrete narrowly missed your hanging body. 

“Oi, Deku! Is everybody out?!” The familiar sound of Bakugo’s gauntlets you had recently upgraded cut through the sound of falling debris, and you felt oddly comforted knowing that he was there. Your ears strained to hear the shouted conversation between Bakugo and the unknown voice. 

“Kacchan! What are you doing here?” 

“This is my agency, dumbass! Did everyone get out?”

“No, there’s one more person inside, but the debris is making it hard for me to get through.” 

“Shit, that’s the extra who fixes my stuff.”

“Is now really the best time to be referring to civilians as extras, Kacchan?” 

There’s a pause in their conversation, and for a second you worry thinking that they’d abandoned you. You were gonna die and the last thing you hear is two men bickering. Go figure. 

Bakugo’s rough voice sounded through the noises of crumbling concrete and bending metal. “Fucking hell, they hit Todoroki’s agency.”

“Go, Kacchan. I’ll get this last person and then meet you there.”

“If they die on your watch, dumbass–”

“You’ll kill me and everyone that I love! I know I know, I know! Just get the hell out of here, Kacchan!” The sound of gauntlet blasts receded into the distance.

“Hey!” Suddenly, the figure was talking to you, waving its arms to get your attention. “You need to jump! I’m gonna catch you!”

You managed to get your other hand on the door handle but were still just as in precarious of a position as you were before. “You’re out of your mind!” You screamed back, and the figure looked around anxiously, clenching and unclenching their fists worriedly. 

“This building is gonna come down at any minute with you inside! Please, just trust me!” A glance back at the stairwell revealed a gaping hole and the horrifying realization that you had to let go of the door sent panic through your entire body. The figure must have sensed your panic, too. “Hey! You’re gonna be okay, I promise! Just push off that wall and jump toward me, okay? I’m gonna catch you!” Eyes wide, you looked at the figure and they nodded, holding out a gloved hand presumably for you to grab onto. 

After a deep breath, you readied your feet against the wall the door was creaking dangerously on and launched yourself out of the nearest open window. The figure vanished in a blink as you fell through open air and squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation of hitting the ground. No death came, however, as you collided with a firm body and buried your head in its shoulder. The cold air stung the numerous scratches on your arms, and the wound on your thigh had gone so numb that you couldn’t feel the entire leg. Setting you on the ground, steady hands came up to support you when your legs gave out beneath you from exhaustion. 

“Hey, hey, hey. Stay with me. It’s gonna be really hard to ask you out if you go unconscious,” the same voice that told you to jump rang through your ears and you were sure you hallucinated the last part of that string of sentences. Your legs were swept from under you as a hand came to cradle your back and your head lulled against the chest of the person carrying you to a med tent. “Take care of them, please.”

“We will. Thank you, Deku.” 

Deku? 

When you finally came to, you carefully sat up, groaning at the blinding pain in your forehead and soreness in your legs. Eyes squinting against the harsh light inside the tent, your hands felt the sturdy canvas cot beneath you, and the memory of what happened returned to you in flashes. 

The plastic privacy curtain slid to the side, and you heard a relieved sigh as you struggled to keep your eyes open from the bright light. “You’re okay. Holy shit, I’m so glad you’re okay.” The figure moved to sit on a stool near your cot, and you finally had a clear picture of your rescuer’s freckled face and mop of green hair. You couldn’t do anything but sit there in shock that the person who’d saved you was the number one hero, and he’d actually returned to visit you instead of checking on his own agency. “It’s okay if you can’t talk right now; the dust might have irritated your vocal cords.”

Your voice comes out hoarse in ugly, but Deku still smiles at you warmly. “You…saved me?” 

“I kinda had to; I saw you doing my job before I had the chance to swing in.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “The others in the building, in the workshop with you? You were helping them to the stairway, right?” You nodded weakly, and his eyes shined in awe. “That was really brave of you to do. I just wanted to tell you since Kacchan’s probably gonna yell at you for prioritizing others instead of yourself.” 

“Oh, goodie. I can hear him now,” you sarcastically deadpan. Deku’s laugh is bright and friendly, and you can’t help but smile a little bit too. “Thank you, Deku, for saving me.” His mouth gapes and you swear his face turns slightly redder. “I’m really grateful that you came for me.” You shakily reach for his hand, giving it a little squeeze and feeling your heart stop when he squeezes back. “I know it’s not typical protocol for being saved by a pro hero, but could I maybe buy you dinner sometime? As payback for not letting me fall to my death?”

He stutters, combing a calloused hand through his messy hair. “Yeah, I’d love that.”

“Alright, Deku, uh–”

“Izuku.”

“Hmm?”

“Call me Izuku. Please.” 

“Alright, then, Izuku, do you have a favorite spot to eat?” 

And somewhere between then and now, going out became staying in, coffee dates became cooking together, an empty bed became a room for two, and Izuku became yours in a way that no one else could claim.

[midoriyaas]

OH ITS IZUKU MONTH!!

[midoriyaas]

You all know what tomorrow is

[midoriyaas]

if u ever get sad just think about the cute little smile ur fav gets on their face when someone asks about you and they get to show off The Photo of you!!!! wry little grins or smirks or smiles as big as their entire faces!!!!!!!!!

[midoriyaas]

♡ Izuku has a crush on you ♡

You lay on your bed head on top of your arms, legs kicking the air. You couldn’t stop thinking about the cute, shy, nerdy new boy at school.

No other boy you ever liked made you feel this way. Butterflies in your stomach, heart skip a beat, nervous.

He was the complete opposite of you. You are always so lively, you have many close friends, always smiling and laughing. As for him he was shy, kept to himself, didn’t bother to make a friend, had his head down, backpack and books clutched in his hands.

And yet, you fell for him. For the nerdy shy guy.

You heard your phone ring you didn’t dare look at the contact number remembering your best friend had told you they were going to call you later. Your best friend knew about your small crush for the new guy. They always picked on you for it.

“For the last time I don’t like Izuku!” You say.

There was silence until you heard a small and timid voice, “Y-you like me?”

You knew that voice. That shy timid voice.

Out of complete and utter shock you fell from your bed hitting the ground with a loud thud.

“Hey are you ok?” You heard the concern in his voice.

“YES!” You say loudly. This caused a laugh to come from the other side. Your heart couldn’t help but flutter his laugh was soft and sweet.

“I… I mean yes. Yes I’m fine. Soo… umm… how did you get my number?” You questioned.

“Your best friend gave it to me during lunch time. Told me to call you once I got home. Said you wanted to tell me something and I’m guessing it’s that you like me.”

Nervous. Your were completely nervous. So nervous you started to ramble. “NO! I don’t like you! … No, wait! I mean I like you. You’re a nice guy and and you’re really cute and have nice hair and… and…”

A soft giggle came, “I like you too.”

You were speechless. The new guy had a crush on you! Izuku had a crush on you! “Y-you do!?”

“Yes ever since I first saw you. You looked cute except I didn’t know how to talk to you so I kept my distance.”

All your brain and heart heard were, ‘You looked cute’. “You think I’m cute?” You asked.

“How about we start over, yeah?” He asked.

“Sure.”

“Hi my name is Izuku Midoriya and I have a crush on you.” His voice was sweet.

“Funny, I have a crush on you too.”

[midoriyaas]

Izuku loves mornings.

He purposely wakes up before you so that he can admire you in your sleep. A small smile always erupts from his face whenever he sees you next to him.

His phone gallery is filled with photos of your sunrise form. How can he not take a picture of you in this embodiment? The way the morning light hits your face resembles that of Aphrodite’s beauty, to capture you in this moment is not a want, but a need.

He loves basking in this state with you, he’ll pull you closer so that he can hear your soft heartbeat - since that is his favorite song.

This. This is the most memorable part of his routine.

For the best part of his day is starting it with you.