nottspocket · 2 years ago
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I’m like 5 seconds away from falling asleep but kitty-kitty practice + hasty comic ✌️
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villainsandvictimsalliance · 7 months ago
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A reminder that Spinner canonically compares himself to Dabi and feels inferior to the rest of the League of Villains.
Part of the reason he allowed AFO to manipulate him is because he wanted to be reliable, as in he wanted to be stronger to be of use to Tomura. So again, he's canonically kinda jealous not only of Dabi's quirk, but of him as a person.
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not-kat · 7 months ago
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randomly got the urge to revisit an old flame
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frickingnerd · 11 months ago
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all might breaking up with his s/o
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pairing: toshinori yagi / all might x gn!reader
tags: reluctant break up (to protect reader), arguments about all might being overprotective, overall angsty vibe
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when you two started dating, both you and all might were aware that you'd be in danger if people knew you were dating
and yet, you could always count on your pro-hero boyfriend to save you if anything happened to you! 
but over time, all might started to get weaker and weaker with each passing day, while all for one seemed to become more of a threat than ever
it was clear to both of you that if all for one got his hands on you, all might might not be able to save you this time
the thought of it pained him! knowing that you could get hurt because he was too weak to protect you…
it was really nagging on him, until he came to the conclusion that he should stay away from you, if he can't protect you
if only he stays away from you and you keep a low profile, then at least you'd be safe! 
of course, when all might brought up a break up, you weren't on board with it
you refused to leave your boyfriend for something that was only hypothetically
but all might seemed set on that idea. 
so much so that he told you he'd break up with you, whether you'd agree to his plan or not! 
it was a shock to you, but it only showed how determined he was
you knew you couldn't argue with him, so you simply agreed and packed your things, leaving his apartment the same night
from there on out, the only times you still saw him was on tv, but that day had been the last time you two saw each other in person…
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cryiling · 3 months ago
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"bakudeku or rodydeku" actually i think both can and should be true
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time-for-none · 9 days ago
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do you ever think about how well class 1-b could pull off a haunted house. kaibara can spin his neck to his back like those dolls. im 60% sure that jack mantis is a jack the ripper reference and tokage is literally t. thing from the addams family. softening could work like quicksand. big fist is like that giant ominous hand chasing you in horror games (specific but ykwim). kuroiro and yanagi are obvious. shishida could work too. and yk that thing where some people that visit haunted houses will just throw objects at the scare actors and ruin the vibe? that cant happen! why? BECAUSE SHODA CAN SHOOT IT RIGHT BACK AT THEM.
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sincerelybubbles · 1 year ago
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'hey, u up?' || izuku midoriya x reader
synopsis: ur having difficulty sleeping without izuku there to keep you company
warnings: female reader, minimal cursing, fluff
wc: 2.3k
fic below the cut, reblogs appreciated
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To: Izu ♡
ik ur already asleep but i can’t sleep and i miss u :( 
You sigh and set your phone down on the pillow beside you before rolling over and tugging your comforter higher up on your shoulder. You think of broader shoulders, a smattering of freckles, a flash of white teeth, and groan, pulling your blanket up so it’s covering your face too. 
Izuku had returned from a two-week-long trip earlier today and, in typical fashion, was outside of your apartment door the minute paperwork was done. You insisted that he go get sleep, real rest, in his own apartment for the night, without you clinging to him all night. He wasn’t too hurt but you were sure that his shoulder needed rest from being dislocated and you were known to cuddle up to him in your sleep. 
He pouted at the idea but agreed and left a few hours ago and you haven’t heard from him since other than a message letting you know he was home and was going to bed. Which was a good thing, you reminded yourself. He needed rest and was listening to what you told him to. But, fuck, you missed him while he was gone. While his missions weren’t rare – nobody could stop him from doing everything to climb the hero ratings (and you would never dream of even thinking about any other life for him) – not sharing a bed with him while he was home was rare. You were better at it when he was gone. You could tell yourself to get over it, he was away being a hero and you were more than busy enough here, putting your healing quirk to work. 
But here? Alone in bed with him two blocks away? Thinking of how he could be holding you to his chest right now, playing with your hair and soothing you to sleep? This is much harder. 
Groaning, you toss your blanket away and give in to the urge to check your phone again. No new notifications, as to be expected at 2am, but plenty of other distractions were right at your fingertips to keep you awake for much longer than you should be. You push away the temptation and toss the phone down to the foot of your bed, sitting up and stretching your arms high above your head. You’re sure there’s some melatonin in the cabinet in your bathroom and that’s your new goal. 
It doesn’t take long to find it and fill a glass with water to take the small pill. You typically don’t take anything to sleep, preferring to fall asleep naturally if possible, but a small part of your brain urges you that the sooner you fall asleep, the sooner you can get up and head over to Izuku’s, like the desperate girlfriend that you are.
You’re walking back to your room, praying the medicine works tonight, when you hear something in your room. You freeze, blood running cold. 
Your quirk works to heal yourself as well as others, so you really have little to loose by at least running in there to make a mad dash for your phone. You brace yourself with the thought as you grab the closest thing – a fake potted succulent – and push the door open with your toe, muscles tight and practically vibrating with adrenaline. When it’s obvious nothing is blocking your path, you launch yourself onto your bed and scramble to find your phone in the sheets where you tossed it, head turning around wildly to find the source of the noise. 
You find an empty room. 
You can hear your blood rushing in your ears as your fingers finally brush against your phone and you lower the plastic pot to rest beside you. You hadn’t imagined the noise, there was a loud thump followed by quick tapping noises, repeated enough that you’re sure you heard correctly. 
You hover there, sort of crouched on your bed, armed with the smallest plastic pot in existence and your phone, and consider briefly if there’s an invisible person in your room with you. 
You aren’t quite sure how to proceed, eyes darting around the room. You’ve just come up with the idea to throw your covers into the center of the room to see if it catches on any invisible creep so you can pummel them into the group when the noise happens again. 
Tap tap tap tap tap
You scream, jumping up and throwing the fake succulent on reflex. It sails through the air and lands with a quiet thump on the rug. Swallowing thickly, you force air into your lungs to just think for a minute. It takes you a second to realize that the tapping had come from outside of your window and you slowly crawl off of your bed, phone clutched in your hand. 
Your curtains are pulled shut to combat the bright sun in the mornings so you face them for a few seconds, breathing in through your nose and out of your mouth. 
‘Please don’t be a person trying to break in please don’t be a person trying to break in please don’t be a person trying to break in’ you plead in your head, crouching down to scoop up your plastic weapon. You could turn back and grab the pepper spray attached to your keyring but you feel like it would be wrong to not let the little succulent see this adventure the entire way through. 
You decide to rip off the bandaid, yank the curtains open, and prepare yourself to scream. You grab at the edge of the curtain before you hear a sigh. 
You feel the blood in your body drop to your feet for a moment before you hear, “C’mon, Y/N?” through the thin glass of your shitty apartment window and you recognize the voice. Your blood feels like it finally starts moving after having been stopped and you feel your face flush as you pull the curtains back. 
As you expected, your boyfriend is perching on the rickety fire escape, fist raised to tap on the glass again. 
He breaks out into a wide smile at you standing there, pajama-clad with messy hair, before it turns confused and he raises an eyebrow toward your still-raised cactus weapon. 
You lower your arm sheepishly, heart skipping at his blinding smile, and hurry to unlock the window. He pushes it open for you when you have it unlocked. 
He braces his hands on the top of the window frame, leans forward, and into your room, biceps flexing and entering your space. 
“Hello,” he whispers, smiling down at you. 
It’s hard to not be flustered. He’s no longer the small Izuku Midoriya you met while training with Recovery Girl at UA – no, this is Pro Hero Deku, still sweet and bubbly, sure, but confident and fully aware of how he has you wrapped around his finger. 
“Hi,” you return, letting him lean close and returning his smile. 
“Quite the arsenal you have around here,” he comments, nodding toward your hand still clutching the plastic pot. 
“I thought you were someone trying to break in!” You justify, holding the plant up, “It’s not my fault that you forget I have a front door.” 
His smile widens as he leaps into your room easily, maneuvering from his awkward crouch to standing in front of you gracefully. “It’s faster to just use Blackwhip and come through his way, the elevator’s too slow.” He gently pries the small pot from your fingers and sets it on your desk, using his hold on your hand to bring your wrist up to his mouth and place a gentle kiss above your racing pulse. “Sorry for scaring you.” 
“It’s okay, care to share why you’ve felt the need to visit my window at 2:30 like you’re some sort of Spiderman?” You ask, trying your hardest to not flush at the feeling of his lips sweeping over your wrist. 
He shrugs, lifting his phone and waving it, “You said you missed me.” 
You gape at that, laughing in disbelief. “So you woke up, left bed, and raced here instead of calling me or texting me back?” 
“I knew if I did you would convince me not to come. Guess I missed you too.” He tugs your closer, moving his hand from your wrist to your hip and holding you there firmly, leaning down to brush his nose against yours. 
“But your shoulder,” you whisper, even as you stretch up on your toes to return the gesture. 
“It’s fine,” he promises, slowly smiling again and you can feel the shift from how close you are to him, “Plus, my girlfriend is super cool and can help me out in the morning if it’s sore.” 
You scoff, rolling your eyes for show, “Is that all I am to you? After all this time?” You tease.
“Nope,” he hums, pulling back slightly and eyes flickering to your lips. “Never just that.” 
Your heart skips a beat, squeezes, and then races. It doesn’t matter how many times he says it, how many different ways he shows you, or even the years you’ve been by his side – he still manages to make you feel giddy in every way possible. 
“Oh, really?” You ask, breathless and unable to really think straight with how he’s raking his eyes over your face, drinking you in and not hiding it in the slightest. 
He doesn’t answer, opting to lean in and brush his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. He pulls back for a breath before leaning in and kissing you properly, pressing his lips against yours, firm and insistent. It doesn’t take long for him to deepen it, licking at your bottom lip and smiling when you respond eagerly. His arm slips from your waist around the small of your back, tugging you close and holding you there. His other hand holds your cheek gently. Your arms are around his neck, fingers brushing past his undercut to find the thick curls above. He groans when you tug, lifting you up and pulling away to press small, quick kisses across both of your cheeks. 
The adrenaline from before has made your small dose of melatonin kick in much faster than usual and you feel your eyes growing heavy even as you giggle and squirm in his arms. 
“You ready for bed, baby?” Izuku asks, placing you down gently and pushing your hair out of your face. 
You nod against his hand, holding it to your cheek so you can turn to press a kiss to the scar stretching across his palm. 
He ushers you to your bed with a hand pressed against the small of your back, pulling his hoodie off while you settle on the far side of your bed next to the wall, watching him move in the moonlight of your room. 
You admire the way the chords of his muscles bunch up at the movement, eyes tracing the freckles that continue down his shoulders to his strong chest and flat stomach. He is a beacon of power, strong and unbreakable, privy to countless strategies to have anyone anywhere fall to their knees, and he’s standing in your bedroom in soft pajama pants with little gauntlets on them (Bakugou’s merch, you note fondly) and bare feet. 
He doesn’t comment on your staring as he crawls into bed, though he’s no doubt noticed, little gets past his attention. He stretches out on his back, adjusting his pillow and opening his arms wide for you. 
“Are you sure?” You question, sitting cross-legged and searching his eyes for any sort of tenseness, “Your shoulder…” You draw off as he scoffs and props himself up on an elbow. He reaches forward and maneuvers you next to him easily, manhandling you in a way that makes you blush. 
“My shoulder’s fine,” he mumbles, prodding you to lay down and shoving his nose into your hair when you do, sighing contently. 
You sink into him, relishing in the warmth and comfort he brings. Gently, you trace the scars and freckles on his chest with a finger. You don’t comment on how he flushes across his chest at your attention. No doubt his face is red, too.  
A secret, small part of you relishes in your ability to have him just as affected by you as you are by him. The number three hero is in your bed, holding you tightly in his strong arms, blushing because you are trailing your finger across the rough edge of a scar from a fight you’ve heard the story of a million times. 
“You never finished telling me about the lady at the convenience store,” you remind him, poking his side gently. You know he relaxes more when he talks, you have fallen asleep countless times to the gentle sound of his voice, deep and slow as he gets more and more tired as well. 
“You sure? It’s late, I can tell you tomorrow,” he hesitates, fingers tracing nonsensical patterns across the side of your neck. 
“Mhm,” you nod, craning your neck to smile up at him, “you know I fall asleep faster when I have you to listen to.” Never mind that you’re sure that you’re exhausted enough to blink and fall asleep right then. “I want to hear about everything from when you were away, too.” 
That’s all it takes to have him launching into the story, the hand that’s not attached to the arm holding you firmly to his side gesturing in the air. 
You rest your cheek against his chest, listening for the gentle thrum of his heartbeat and feeling the gentle vibrations of his voice as he talks. You fall asleep easily and deeply, warm and content beyond explanation.
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note: i've been mia for a while, and i can't promise i'm back to writing full time, but i can promise i have a LOT in the works, some izu, some katsuki, some kirishima, so keep an eye out for whenever i have the time to finish/write those :)
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emichevy · 3 months ago
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Hi guys 😄🫶🏽
*chucks this*
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Every other social site I posted this on has absolutely dog fucked the quality so if this flops I’m killing everyone
Sorry I’ve been dead- school started back for me and MHA grabbed me with its crusty claws and dragged me back to my 2018 phase
Bye bye
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exerzist · 4 days ago
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I get more ooc every day but like,, erasermic smokes? Hm? Maybe shouta is less ashamed, he's not at the point where he smokes a pack a day, but it's something he knows he relies on. Hizashi however, hates the idea of anyone finding out because that means he has a problem that requires something like nicotine.
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balkanbitch · 1 month ago
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I think truly the funniest dynamic for the top tree in class 1 a is bakugo and deku dating and todoroki fully believing he’s both of their best friend
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chiquilines · 1 year ago
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Is this the art of someone who is mentally okay?
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evelynpr · 25 days ago
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This clip from Love is War but its Izuku and Katsuki and they both are totally trying their best to win
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sugawara--san · 2 months ago
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i feel like i say this all the time but bkdk vs all might in the final exams will never not be funny
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mysticnora4 · 2 months ago
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HIIII🤍 This is the first time I write here and sorry for my english.
Let me know what you think.
WE CAN LEARN TO LOVE AGAIN- bakugo katsuki-
summary: Bakugo from the beginning of his third year thinks about himself and wants to become the number one hero. Therefore, he decides to make a decision.
tags: sadness/angst, breakup, selfish bakugo , bakugo thinks only of himself, sad!reader.
Please read the story listening to this song
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Right from the start
You were a thief, you stole my heart
And I, your willing victim
Bakugo and I started dating in our second year. I found out that he liked me through Kirishima. It was quite strange to think that someone like him could have such feelings.
I let you see the parts of me, that weren't all that pretty
And with every touch you fixed them
Then something went wrong.
The last year at U.A. had been particularly difficult for me, for both of us. It was supposed to be a year full of hopes and promises.
I remember clearly how happy we were, how his eyes would light up when he talked about his dreams and how he wanted to become number one. And I was happy to support him, to be by his side, to share every small victory and every challenge.
Now you've been talking in your sleep, oh oh
Things you never say to me, oh oh
Tell me that you've had enough
Of our love, our love
But time seemed to change things. As the end of the year approached, Bakugo became more and more distant, focused only on himself and his goals.
I was beginning to feel neglected and put on the back burner. Our eyes crossed less, our conversations became more rare, and the silences between us became heavier.
Just give me a reason, just a little bit's enough
Just a second, we're not broken, just bent and we can learn to love again
It's in the stars, it's been written in the scars on our hearts
We're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again
I tried to keep the relationship alive, but whatever I did didn’t seem right. Every time I tried to talk to him, I felt only his frustration and his desire for perfection, while I felt more and more invisible. Our love, once invincible, was crumbling.
I'm sorry I don't understand
Where all of this is coming from
I thought that we were fine (oh, we had everything)
Your head is running wild again
My dear we still have everythin'
And it's all in your mind (yeah, but this is happenin')
You've been havin' real bad dreams, oh oh
You used to lie so close to me, oh oh
There's nothing more than empty sheets between our love, our love
Oh, our love, our love (love)
I remember the moment when I asked him to talk seriously. It was a cloudy afternoon, and we found ourselves in our favorite corner of the campus, where we had spent so many happy moments. I felt my heart tighten when I saw the determination in his eyes, that same determination that I had admired at first. But he was now headed for a future that no longer included me.
Just give me a reason, just a little bit's enough
Just a second we're not broken just bent and we can learn to love again
I never stop, you're still written in the scars on my heart
You're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again
"I need to focus completely on myself and my goals," he said, his words cold and direct. "We can’t continue this relationship."
I said nothing.
And I had understood, though I did not want to accept it, that his dream of becoming the number one hero was too great to share, and I could do nothing but watch him from afar as our dreams and our love crumbled.
The pain was unbearable, but I knew that I could not force him to stay, nor could I stop him from pursuing what he wanted.
Oh, tear ducts and rust
I'll fix it for us
We're collecting dust, but our love's enough
You're holding it in
You're pouring a drink
No, nothing is as bad as it seems
We'll come clean
Just give me a reason, just a little bit's enough
Just a second, we're not broken, just bent and we can learn to love again
It's in the stars, it's been written in the scars on our hearts
That we're not broken just bent and we can learn to love again
Now that it’s all over, I feel a void. Bakugo is destined to become the hero he has always wanted to be, and I must find my way without him.
Just give me a reason, just a little bit's enough
Just a second, we're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again
It's in the stars, it's been written in the scars on our hearts
That we're not broken, just bent and we can learn to love again
Oh, we can learn to love again
Oh, can learn to love again
Oh, that we're not broken, just bent and we can learn to love again
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I hope you like it🤍
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I'm watching you👀
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plusultraetc · 2 months ago
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I didn’t plan it this way, but I might end up going to a renaissance faire on Brave the Dark’s birthday and you know how people go disneybounding? well I’m about to be Brave the Dark-bounding
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cheese-doorstop48 · 1 year ago
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You Were a Wonderful Experience 💚🩵
(the quality is so crap, sorry about that)
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