#Sad izuku

[ititheteavillain]

Scene from @littlegreenpinetree‘s fic, "Woodland Paths"

This scene. This scene destroyed me.

So have this little comic

oh, and here

you can see a live footage of me drawing it:

[vyxensworld]

Always and Forever, Deku

Ever since the war ended, Izuku has been having recurring nightmares. When he wakes up in a cold sweat from a nightmare about Katsuki’s almost death, he starts to panic.

- Or, a hurt/comfort fic where they both comfort each other in their own ways after a nightmare

[lchufflepuffcorn]

A Diamond in the Rough

Words: 805

Warning: Sad-ish, Angst-ish, song fic, Disney x MHA fusion. No Reader was mentioned.

Author's note: I really liked writing this, and I hope you'll like it too!

Taglist: Requested by the wonderful (and very polite) @princeasimdiya12

Masterlist

OGW Masterlist

An Aladdin!AU Izuku centric imagine.

Gotta keep

The thumping of feet on the dusty ground echoing the wild beating of heart now stuck in his throat, Izuku Midoriya turned a corner. Griping the wall tightly between his fingers to better keep his stability, he took a look behind his shoulder. 

Yup, still followed. 

One jump ahead of the breadline

Clenching the fruits closer to his chest, Izuku jumps over a cart past him. And kicked one box off and continued his ascension toward the ladder leading to the roof. The map back home was reshaped clearly in his head. 

Maybe, if he lost the guards, Izuku should stop and get some fish for tonight.  

Now up the ladder and taking a second to watch behind him once more, Izuku can clearly see the flaming-like hair of Enji Todoroki and the matching red cap of The Hawks. He kicks the wooden ladder to the ground, hopefully buying him a minute or two. 

One swing ahead of the sword

Making it from roof to roof, Izuku jumped toward the ground, holding onto a clothesline before letting go, half a meter before his feet could touch the dirt. Seconds later, the line fell limp on the ground, clean clothes now dirty again, and Izuku bent to grab some. 

'That shirt would do Eri good!'

He continued his run under the insults of the guards, as he so often did. Waving toward Toshinori, the old jeweller, who waved right back. 

"You're stealing again, Izuku?" Asked Tsuyu, handing him a sealed bottle as he ran past her. 

The boy shrugged. " I steal only what I can't afford." 

And that's everything.

There had been a time when he would have walked those streets with real money in his pockets. The laughter of his comrades followed him as he'd juggle more and more oranges before them. 

There had been a time when he'd taken Eri on walks around the town's square and watched her dance. He'd bought a flower crown for her and a drink for Uraraka. Maybe he'd played shogi with Shoto or Iida. He would've sung songs with his mother, joining a dance toward the ends of their shopping and walking. 

He did that for a while after the war, too, before people couldn't loan him a dime anymore. Singing.

Could really use a friend or two. 

The war had taken much of the people around him. Sure, he still had Tsuyu and Kirishima. Toshinori, too, could be considered a friend, he supposed, hell, even Ka-chan some days.  

Eri too, but she was still so young and so weak... she ought to eat more. Maybe he could stop at the Bakugos to see if he could scrap a thing or two of them. 

"There!" 

They're quick, but I'm much faster.

Izuku jumped at the words and accelerated his speed once more. He must have slowed at some point. Once more, the boy used his acrobatic skills and jumped over a pile of hay, taking a sharp left and utilizing the windows to escalade the walls toward the top of the houses again. 

He threw a bunch of the stuff he found on the roofs around him to make the way less manageable. Stupid, but still, it could buy him some more minutes. If that was the only thing he could do, he would. 

Izuku lost the guards again after a little while and stopped at the Tokoyamis before the Bakugos for some scrap they could provide him. In Exchange, he only had to promise to try and find a job the next day. 

Better throw my hand in.

He hadn't been much help during the war, even if Izuku had been of age to fight. He'd been too sickly to enlist, and even in the more desperate of times, the only thing he was good at was taking children to refuges outside of the city, making the path difficult to travel behind them. And then, when everything was reconstructed, and everyone only had enough for themselves, Izuku resolved to steal for the first time. His skills were not good enough for anybody anymore. 

All I gotta do is jump.

He'd arrive at the crossroad leading to either the outskirt of the city or his hiding place. Their roofs are higher, their walls harder to clamber. They were older monuments and too much work to rebuild in their ancient splendour. The perfect place for a scoundrel like him to live with Eri safely and with someplace to cool down during the hotter months. 

Resting in bed, yet again, pale as the moon, the little girl opened her eyes when he entered. Her face lit up with her innocent smile, and Izuku could only smile back, playing out his daily adventure for her amusement. 

If only he'd known that he was a diamond in the rough.

[habken]

I had a vision

[novaneondream]

it’s our turn to make you smile

[toughbunnyforever]

the beginning and the end

[beybuniki]

in a world where horikoshi loves me and wrote my ideal ending, multiple families take in toga and she stays with the midoriyas for a couple of months because she feels safe with Inko (who always wanted a daughter) and Izuku is just fun to be around because he's super interested in her quirk (he may or may not offer his blood for research purposes even though he isn't allowed to since she's technically still a convicted a felon lmao) and he also donesn't judge her weirdness (freak 4 freak friendship....), idk i feel like these two could've had a great friendship, as i said yesterday, Deku and Bakugo have great chemistry with everyone so yeah, deku and toga are friends in MY mind palace <3

[buttercupshands]

can you even call it a warm up if I'm going to bed without drawing anything big

and a sketch I made while sitting in the park today

[assassyart]

friends again.

[modharvest]

Embers

[lerrryyyyy]

『 @tododekuweek 2024 Prompt 2: Vigilante or Villain AU 』

The sports festival talk in an AU where Izuku is more chaotic, a lil morally grey, and may be involved in extracurricular activities of questionable legality.

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Do not edit or repost my art.

[hatsunevita]

as a bkdk fan i am crying shaking and happily giggling because this is almost exactly what i wanted for this chapter

but as a togachako fan. horikoshi,

where the fuck is toga

[lilacgaby]

title: death is inevitable, but why you?

pairings: katsuki x reader, midoriya x reader, todoroki x reader

summary: each boy has to live through their horrors, the horror of losing you.

notes: tw: death! blood! violence! angst no comfort! i warned you!

katsuki bakugō❥

this mission had been the most horrific one for ages. left and right people were being lifted out in body bags, rubble covered the corpses of many scattered across the field, even heroes had lost limbs in the fight.

the stench of blood was everywhere. the shimmering of the sun unfit for the splatters all around.

he wasn't faring any better, his hands torn from quirk overexertion, his ears hurting from the loud explosions. no, that wasn't it.

the screams of the people he couldn't save rang through his head, the crushing of bones and flesh emgrained in his mind forever.

he was walking now. to say it was mindlessly would be a lie, no. he was looking for you.

he hadn't seen you since this all started. he'd texted and called you but you hadn't picked up. he felt guilty for walking past the sobbing civilians picking up their loved ones, or whatever remained of them at least.

he picked up his pace at the sight. where were you? why were you doing this now? now when his heart was straining with disgust, now when his mouth was holding back the bile that rised to the back of his throat, now when his mind was running with things he'd never want to consider happening to you.

he finally saw you, kirishima right next to you as you laid on a wall. he let out a sigh of relief, as he slowed down his pace.

as he got closer, kirishima covered your body from his sight, confusing him. "move."

"no. turn around."

"what's your deal? move!"

"i don't want you to see this, and she wouldn't have either, so please--"

"stop talking like she's dead!" he yelled, his heart in his throat as he pushed past kirishima. but he wished he listened at the sight before him.

you were slumped over, eyes wide open with fear, yet blank and unblinking. your mouth had strings of blood, some clotted up already showing how far gone you were.

your shirt was damp with not only blood but tears, the puffiness around your eyes signifying it. your hands were bruised badly and it looked like a part of your midsection was gouged out.

he fell onto his knees beside you, his hand shakily trying to close your eyes, to at least give you that final peace.

but he failed even at that. what kind of boyfriend was he? his hands shook with hopelessness and fear. he failed. he failed and you died a horrifying death alone.

what could he do without you? what was he supposed to do now?

he let out a guttural yell of pain, as he shook over your body. he didn't want to believe it. but as kirishima handed him a ring and your favorite hair pin that you, before you died, left for him,

he was left with the finality of your death.

and he was all alone once again.

izuku midoriya𑁍

it wasn't supposed to have ended like this.

he should've known that the fame from his hero antics would back fire one day, he should've been ready, he should've been there. he should've been prepared.

he should've been more cautious, taken more warnings from the stories he'd pay no mind to. he never thought this would happen to him.

he shouldn't be here, attempting to comfort you with shaky hands as you lay in his lap, bleeding out from where you were stabbed in the chest. he doesn't know of a place where you weren't stabbed though.

your dress now ruined and torn as the madman earlier had managed to get a hold of you, his promises of money meant nothing to him as he slit wound after wound into your skin.

he shouldn't have to hopelessly pray that the small ministrations he'd been doing to your face were helping relieve the pain, even though he knew it wasn't.

if he'd known the date he'd planned for you would end like this he would've never let you outside again, selfishly hiding you from the world. if he'd known he could've have taken the blow himself, if he'd have known-

his words were cut off by his very own gasp at the visual of you looking into his eyes. you reached your clean hand up to his face, running your unbloddied fingers over his freckles. wiping his tears.

you couldn't speak, though you were trying to. he was radio silent now, hoping to hear anything from you. you were still clutching the knife in your chest, your other hand right over the hilt.

he didn't feel right to ask you to stay awake, to stay in pain just for him. it was all his fault. always his fault, always something he didn't do right.

"i..izuku. 's not your fault, stop.. stop thinking that." your face was scrunched up in pain, it was obvious that it hurt you to speak. it hurt you to do anything, what was he kidding?

you always read him clear as day, or was he really that predictable? he put his hand on top of yours anyways, wanting to bask in this undeserved affection. he took your words to heart though, to say it was his fault was now an action of dissmissing your final thoughts, thoughts you'd dedicated just to him.

"i.. i love you. 'k?"

he nodded, he said it back to you. he'd say it a million times if it meant you'd stay for just a second longer. if it'd meant that you'd stay with him.

he bent down so you could kiss him one last time. it was the saddest kiss he'd ever have, he never thought he'd know when his last moment of affection was coming from you.

but he did, and as he came back up, your hand had dropped from his face, onto the blood stained ground.

he held you, he held you until your shallow breaths became no more, he held you until your body had gone cold,

he held you until his once white shirt had turned red from your blood.

he'd hold you until someone forced him to let you go.

it's what you deserved.

shoto todoroki✩

he always knew your presence in his life was too good for him.

fate had a funny way of messing with him. everything good in his life had a price, a price he'd pay willingly or not.

getting married to you must've been the best thing he'd ever done. but the price?

your left half being completely destroyed, just like his.

and the worst part? you were still awake, your breath heavy and pained as you collapsed onto the ground.

your flesh was mangled, the wounds reaching all the way up to your neck. you looked to be in so much pain, your tears only making it worse it seemed, as you let out a scream as you raised your hand, the only one you had left, to try and soothe yourself.

the destination of your honeymoon a haunting background to the death that was overtaking you.

shoto had never felt so useless. he'd never been the best at comforting you, only his presence serving to help. but now as you screamt in utter torment in front of him, he could do nothing but fall onto his knees infront of you.

the water from your tears burned your open wound, so he used his ice on your right to try and help you.

"is this helping?" he said, when you finally started to go silent. your eyes started to open and close, you were forcing yourself awake. why?

"mhm." he knew it was a white lie, to try and make him feel better about himself. but he decided to believe it, just this once.

you stared at his arm blankly. it took a lot of effort to word anything, to even stay up straight was a marvel in itself. you muttered, "is help coming?"

he wanted to be honest with you, he really did, but he didn't think he'd be able to live with himself if he told you nobody could make it in time. so, he told a partial lie. he hoped you could forgive him in another life. one where you'd get to live the life you always wanted.

"y-yes. someone's coming soon." he saw the way your eye lit up slightly with determination. why were you fighting so hard.

three minutes passed and nothing had happened. your eye was getting heavier, the blood was coming out in less and less spurts. your face became dejected.

he knew you caught him in a lie. they weren't coming to save you, only to pick up your corpse.

a bitter smile set over your lips, the throbbing of your skin under your tears a blur as you finally gave up. he had been holding your hand tightly this entire time, his hand over the pulse of your wrist as he refused to look you in the eye.

and now you knew why.

"i.. i love you shoto..

b-but don't lie to me next time, k?" you proclaimed, before falling over with a sickening thud as you hit the bloodied planks beneath you.

he stayed holding your hand for a while. the heroes hadn't made it for another hour. he was glad for the only reason of being able to scream and wail over you in peace. of being able to let all his built up emotions out,

of being able to mourn the loss of his one true love, who even in the end did her best to comfort him instead. who toughed it out for him.

"what a joke." he muttered as he stormed away from your body, leaving the heroes circled around your cold corpse.

plans to get back your honor brewing in his head.

[bunnyathy]

new mha manga chapter just reminded me of this AHAHAHAHAH ochako my love i get you… but izuku’s already struggling 😭😭

reference and mha manga spoilers below!

reference/ based from

[catsvkis]

bakugo, the whole time he was awake: izuku izuku izuku izuku death for izuku came back to life for izuku im izuku's kacchan izuku izuku ganbare yo izuku

kudou: think abt what bakugo would do

izuku:

izuku: he threw papers at me!! :0

[creationboot]

i know people are absolutely losing their minds over entirely different ships right now, but this blue dignus wont let me draw anyone else