sorry about that last rambling post, i didnt mean to sound like its worse than it may be, but i got no ... lense to view it through but my own, and the main reason i wrote it out anyway was bc i needed to get it out (even if posting it might be not the greatest idea) .. and bc it kinda showcases, i think, how my stories kinda write themselves, involuntarily in a way? its not like im not putting in any effort- but its like .. i cant STOP it always keeps going and even the dumbest idea stays in some form, its very hard to get everything in place bc theres so much going on all the while i am very slow at making anything, writing or drawing anything, especially anythign coherent is very hard bc not only do i get constantly distracted, i get distracted by my own thoughts suddendly skipping to a certain scene and me having to go throguh imagining in detail NO MATTER how many times i have done it before for the same scene that i already decided on how it goes, when theres a new idea it can take over my entire day bc i cant let go of it-
not trying to sound either like im the only that has that sort of problem, but i think its a big part as of why i start tso many projects without being able to finish them, or even start them bc i constantly have to fight my own thoughts from derailing into another daydream session, thinking of too much too fast than i can ever draw or even write about and not knowing what is worthwhile and what isnt (im telling you i have no idea what is good and what isnt, idk why but for all i know all things i do could be trash, or they all could be bad, maybe the one i thinnk is decent is actually worse than the things i deem not good enough and once i start to think no this isnt good enough i stop having fun making or thinking it bc im trying to do better
honestly its kind of impressive that i can get anything out at all, not to pat myself on the back there but even if i hate how long it takes me, considering how much im having to work just to start working on something at all, the fact that i could post stuff coherent enough for some people to understand AND LIKE is something i should be a little more proud of
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Dating one hero has proven to be a lot for some partners in the past. Some can’t get over the high rate of mortality, some can’t live out the future they yearn for with heroes, some just refuse to learn how to bandage wounds without shaking too hard. Loving a hero is hard work, and being dedicated to them wholly is harder.
But dating two heroes? At the same time? Sometimes you wonder if you’ve bitten off more than you could chew. There’s double the worry of mortality, of living out a future you would’ve never envisioned, of bandaging wounds with each hand to each lover, keeping the shaking to a minimum because the sounds of their pained grunts hurt even more.
But the most insufferable part of being with not only two heroes, but the top two heroes? The fact that they worry over you more than you would’ve ever expected.
Izuku was already a worry wart when it comes to the people he loved, and Katsuki was no better, only quieter and huffy. So when you complain about sharp pains, repeating pains, cramps, tummy aches—they believe that all hell has been broken loose.
It’s sweet sometimes, when one goes into the agency late to cuddle in bed with you. Izuku usually does, uses rough, crooked fingers that gently tilt your head back to pour medicine down your throat and steals the opportunity to peck at your forehead. Katsuki is typically all grunts and frowns when he takes your temperature, presses his cheek to yours to see if you’re really that hot (which doesn’t really help since he naturally runs hot himself).
The time that pisses you off the most though, is when you complain about too sharp stomach cramps. It’s normal, you tell them as they flit around you to pack a possible overnight bag. It could appendicitis, they both mutter in unison as Izuku helps you into your shoes and Katsuki shoves one of his shirts over your head. This is stupid, you grumble to them as they haul you to the car. It’s for your safety, they say again in unison, as Izuku peels out of the driveway and heads in the direction of the hospital.
Katsuki doesn’t know why he doesn’t sit in the back with you originally, but finds himself climbing back there when you flip him off over your shoulder with a refusal to put your seatbelt on. You’re sprawled across both seats in the back—what good would a seatbelt do? How could you even get it on? But Katsuki finds a way, somehow steps into the backseat without crushing you, finds comfort when you dig your face into his hard stomach and he can wrap his arm around your waist, a comfort that he’ll hold you, protect you, do whatever he can in his power to save you.
Izuku only looks on from the front seat when the lights turn red, face bathed in warm light, his eyes rounded and worried. He reaches back and rubs softly at the base of your spine, cooing, terrified out of his mind over something you know won’t be fatal. He’s hesitant to pull away when Katsuki grunts that the light has changed, but he’d rather lose the momentary feeling of your warm skin than have to stroke a cold cheek.
And in the end, nothing is ever truly wrong with you. Even though you complain about them hounding over you like two chicken with their heads cut off, you can’t help but secretly love the way they dote over you. Care for you. Hold you and pamper you and love you. Being with two heroes can be hard, but with the way they make you feel, nothing has ever been easier.
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