Post-war Shenanigans. It's All The Same To Him

Come to Bed-

Hubby!Izuku x Wifey!Reader

Warning: Nothing but fluff n small kisses

Author Notes: Reader uses glasses.

H/C- Hair Color

H/T- Hair Type

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Rubbing your tired eyes behind your glasses, the long hours of blue light shinning off the laptop was starting to get to you. The words on the screen had slowly started to become more fuzzy and wonky, though the stubborness that pushed through the night still had an ounce of fuel left to finish this last email. But, refilling your empty mug once more couldn'r hurt. Besides, it'll be good to take a small break to stretch your legs.

The teapot waited where you left it the last few times you needed to refill. Just need to reheat the water....

"...Baby...." Strong protective arms gently encircled your frame as a gravel warm voice murmured, his temple pressing against yours tenderly. "Why are you still up?"

Izuku Midorya- your everything. Your rock, your comfort, your muse. With that sunny toothy smile on a dark storm of a day would instantly bring back the sun in your life. However, right now he brought that good intentional yet annoying cloud of worry. You knew this was your exhaustion getting the best of you, though this work was important. Almost too important.

"I still have a few job applications to fill, Zuzu. I'll be done before midnight." You tried to compromise despite your stubbornness, because the moment your guard falls under his touch... the way his large callous yet skilled hands moved along your shoulders, rubbing knots away at the shoulder blades, and gliding along your arms so soothingly....

You jolted back up to snap under his trance. That was too close. He almost had his way.

And he knew that. "Baby... it's already 2 in the morning...." He murmured before pressing a chaste kiss against your lobe. "You already worked your rear off, you know that's something to be proud of. I know I am, bunny."

Izuku Midorya- your number one cheer squad and your voice of reason. He knew it's been hard since you lost your job and he's been there through the ups and downs of this roller coaster. When he comes from patrol or has a day off, he always made sure to bring your favorite dessert along with your favorite drink, and arms ready for snuggles on the couch.

And these arms were trying to ease away the stress that has been fueling you for hours. Your gaze fell over to the glow of the clock at the stove and true to his word it was a little past 2. Has it really been that long? Between the searching, filling out forms, and trips to refill your mug, time seemed to slip on by without a sign. Did you even hear or acknowledge Izuku when he came home?

Izuku recognized the internal battle that swirled in your exhausted mind, the way your body swayed before he held you closer to his chest. Turning off the stove and moving the teapot off the burner, only a small whine struggled to sound from the back of your throat, yet any strength you had before it was snuffed completely out of you. You lost... or maybe this was a win you didn't want to admit.

You did feel a small tingle where your lover pressed another gentle kiss against your cheek before you felt his strong arms curl around in order to pick up. One more chaste kiss pressed against your forehead. How can you possibly fight against the one and only Deku?

Guiding through the dark towards your room, Izuku gently laid you against the awaiting mattress and carefully moved your glasses to the nightstand before slipping under the covers with you. His arms returned back around your torso and a few more small kisses planted along your temple and the crown of your (h/c) (h/t) head.

"You left me waiting, I was starting to get a bit jealous of your laptop." His low hushed voice whispered and you could hear that grin on his face, and gave an airy laugh. Snuggling in close, you breathed in his familiar scent as he mindlessly stroked your back with the back of his fingertips.

"Sorry...." You failed to muffle a yawn.

"Don't be." Izuku whispered. "I know things will work out, just gotta be patient now and see in time. Now, it's time you get a well deserved rest, ok? You deserve it."

i nEED more izu content and you are the best of the best so i needed to come to you

personally, the thing that i think gets over looked about midoriya is that

1: he’s strong as fuck??? (gets me so weak in the knees heaven knows)

2: BLACK. WHIP.

jesus christ he’s just!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i think he’s so neat i want him to do things to me

anyways, smutfic about him coming home to reader after she’s been a brat to him all day & him being such a sweet & loving dom but also that type of menacing & powerful hero he is. he loves his s/o to no end, but will not hesitate to put her in her place!!! wow my stomach turns just thinking about it

basically, brat tamer izuku, using blackwhip. i’m so down bad for him it hurts

I remember getting this ask and salivating at it, yet I had no idea how to write and interpret it into a full blown post instead of just a thirst and I just didn’t feel like posting (I meant it when I said I’m barley consistent). SOOO in April 1, no, this isn’t an april fools joke!! I bring you, angry izuku ..

Warning(s): vulgar wording (yk how we do), restraints, mean izuku/passive aggressive, manhandling, inappropriate use of black whip, brat taming, slight intimidation if you squint, Fem reader. Halfway proofread…😒

‘Patient and Gentle’

Izuku had been so sweet to you all day, so caring and soft and understanding- he always had been, so it’s just to say he’s being himself as per usual. But, you. You.

Just so snide today, snappy little thing.

What did he do? He doesn’t know- he doesn’t care to know, he won’t listen to you if you try to explain, well- he will; just won’t let it linger. He’s past that.

You’re past that.

He sighed as he walked into the room, the door shutting softly behind him despite the off energy he had around him.

He doesn’t move from his spot, his hand still resting against the door as his head peers behind him. To you. He just gazes for a while, only a while before- clip! Another snappy remark, it was just ‘clip, clip, clip’ with you today, that’s all he could portray it as.

Something like a… like a-

“oh, that’s weird.”

Or a short ‘clip!’ Of a

“whatever.” In a certain tone a- cadence, if you will.

Why were you speaking this specific way to him. And why was it pissing him off so.. damn.. much…?

He still looking at you, yet at some point he’s turned around a tuned out whatever snide remark you’re sure to have made by now. His eyes keep traversing from one point to another, each point having something to do with you.

A short question of; ‘is there a problem?’

Is there?

“I don’t know.” A shrug from you. And a back fucking turned.

It makes his blood simmer to an 8 on a stove.

His footsteps are light yet foreboding as they advanced toward you, to you standing so.. he can’t even find the words, how does one stand in indifference? That must be it.

He’s in your personal space now, he’s smiling so sweetly at you; the way he always had, so patient and gentle. Yet his words are cracked with the tone, clashing with the way they dance out of his lips.

“Is there a problem..?” Is there? He needs to know, he had asked you a question, he wanted an answer. He didn’t ask for an ‘I don’t know.’ He asked for an explanation. Did you not understand that?- or, were you being a dumb whore on purpose?

You shook your head, not meeting his eyes. There was no problem. so, what the hell is your deal today?

“Speak up, baby..”

“No..”

you shook you head again. It was mumbled out, maybe due to his body smothering yours, but at least it was in words.

“Then what’s wrong, baby? Yr’ you acting like that.. hm?”

He whispered to you, talking you down as if you were a kid experiencing anger for the first time. His faux sad expression was beginning to make you feel silly. Good. That’s was good.

You look away- or you try to, yet his face follows yours, not letting you escape his eyes.

“Don’t- no, you don’t do that. You look at me. ‘K..? I don’t like that.”

He really didn’t. And you knew that. He looked a little disappointed too, shame. What a shame, yet you were shameless.

He sighed, a click of his teeth as he let silence permeate the room.

A cold solid-? A chilly.. rope.. it slid around your neck, slowly and purposefully. It’s grip tightening with no intent to let go. There was a tug on it, forcing you the look up at him.

Black whip. He activated it and was using it as a leash, he thought it was fitting. Act like a bitch, get treated like one. ‘S only fair.

“Izu’s a little mad okay..? And he’s sorry… but- he needs to teach his girl… m’kay..?”

You stood in place, slightly defiant, yet not outright. So he tugged. Hard. And you stumbled out of place.

“C’mon.. T’ the bed.. s’right there..” a slow step forward, then the rest followed suit, she was hoping for a smooth walk over to the bed, but she was pushed so meanly by him.

He didn’t say anything as he bullied her with such a sweet face. Always so patient and gentle. Even when he’s not.

He rolled the black whip in his hands, his quirk tightening around him as he tugged your neck back, getting on top of you. He had pushed you onto your tummy. He even got down low next to your ear to taunt you like a bully.

“Izu has to do this okay..? Keep his girl good. ‘Zuku doesn’t like disobeying whores. He doesn’t like mean girls.”

Being so mean to him all day. Whore. How dare you. But don’t worry, he loves you so much, he’s willing to teach you himself- just how he likes his girls.

He reached around under your hips and undid your button. And a ‘ziiiip!’ Oh, it was foreboding. Your body was heating up, it was like an oven with no limit.

Your pants were being pushed down, and you keened. A whine at being exposed to casually as he shushed you.

“Shhh.. shh, lemme take it off.. all of it.”

Your pants couldn’t hit the floor before his hands were always working off your shirt, as he let black whip go for a while to get it off.

Yet his hands were right back on it. Harsher, no bra. truly a whore.

He filled his palm with your breast, the soft supple flesh making him groan, a grind of his hips into your ass. He was going to fucking ruin you for this.

His breathing was hot and heavy against your neck, making goosebumps rise and quicker across your skin.

His hands began snaking again, from your breast, to your tummy, your hips, the inside of your panties. Your pussy. So, so.. wet already.

And then he was dragging them down your laps and kicking them away. His finger just playing with your pussy for a while, two finger sliding down the crevices, a palm cupping it whole and rubbing, and a single finger on your clit. Slowly rubbing and pinching, tapping.

His lips kissing your neck so sweetly. So patient and gentle.. a suck across your skin. And moan and a whine, it only made him harder.

He stops his playing- his rubbing and you whine again, disappointed, and it makes him smile a little more sweetly, or cruelly, he can’t tell himself at this point, he just knows he loves watching that sweet face of yours contort.

Black while fluctuates and another tendril seeps out and bind your arms, forcing them to your back. Your pussy drips at the strain in your shoulders.

He hadn’t taken anything off yet, and he didn’t plan too! He didn’t need to. He undid his belt, slowly. Letting the ‘clink!’ And the ‘dink!’ Of the metal fill your ears. Letting you anticipate.

His bulge is almost painful, the strain of it is almost good, yet it still annoys him- having it be let free was heavenly.. his green was deep yet still so sweet, a whine in his voice that never quite went away even as it deepened with age..

His cock bobbed up and as it fell back down, heavy under its own weight, the tip tapped your ass, leaving it to ripple. The sight made him keen yet it dipped into a moan as his own hand wrapped around his aching dick. It drooled precum.

Black whip flickered as his mind was muddled with pleasure, yet his control of it was impressive despite the situation. He wasn’t number one for nothing.

“He’s gonna teach you.. ‘kay..? Fuck… look so good baby… if you weren’t such a mean slut today-.. I’d be a little gentle..”

the way he spoke was as if he ran a marathon, and his voice always had the undertones of a whine.

He pushed his hand to his shirt, as if the action took everything in him- and began to unbutton it in a hurry, he felt stuffy in the article of clothing and he needed it off- or atleast open.

He tightened black whip, wrapping his hand in it further to force you into an arch, stroking his cock and lining it up with your pussy, cunt dripping with arousal.

The tip tapped against the entrance, then it pushed in, and in, and stretched, each inch was fucking delicious. Your eyes rolled and you bit your lip, and he heard it- he didn’t like it, if that angry tug of black whip was anything to go by.

He couldn’t help but slam the rest of it in, making you yelp. His grunts are uncontrollable and he doesn’t care. he whines behind you as his tip just leaks and leaks inside of you, yet he hadn’t cum yet.

Just made it more slippery and the sounds -god, the sounds- the sloppy and wet sounds of his cock driving into you cunt wasn’t drowned out by your combined moans.

He kept it tugged in your little leash as he keeps thrusting, his voice raw with pleasure and still a bit of irritation.

You still had upset him earlier, he had every right to take it out on you. You’re his girl.

He hips sped up, this thrusts got harder and your legs would have given out if his hips weren’t keeping you in place. Fucking his anger into you, and yours out of you.

He pulled your leash up and forced you to your feet, your back flush against his chest as she kept fucking you, going and going and fucking going, you couldn’t barley think- let alone stand. Fucking you like a rag doll was all he planned on doing.

His hand went to your front, and began to play with your clit, rolling it under his finger, making you dizzy, you moans increasing and you felt yourself tremble. You were about to cum, he knew it.

You always came first, that wouldn’t change, even if you were mean, and he was angry, he was going to take care of his girl, let her cum all she wants.

And you did, you came around him and squeezed his cock like it was a lifeline. Her pussy fluttering around him.

But he wouldn’t stop until he was finished too. Your body was pushed back onto the bed, the black whip disintegrating as he took his own hands and used them to restrain you instead. He pushed his hips deep into yours in slow yet aggressive thrusts. He was going to cum, fill you, he was going to teach you just what your place was and to never forget it.

“Fuck..! Fuck!”

And two deep thrusts was all he had left before he burst with thick ropes of cum into your pussy. Your tummy being filled with warmth and your eyes tilting into your head as they closed in exhaustion.

He stilled and let him empty itself before smiling so sweetly at you.

“Does my baby feel better..?”

He asked, just as sweetly as he always has. Maybe you’d learn something this time around.

“M..hm.”

He mumbled into your ear as he settled his chest against your back;

“Good.. don’t forget what ‘Zuku taught you today.. ‘Kay..?”

So patient and gentle.

(Don’t copy my stuff pookie, bitches with juicy pussy DONT copy works.. but you can still reblog… daddy appreciates those.)

every version of you

I have a work in progress right now, every version of you, that is a sci-fi multiverse story wherein Tobio, who feels he has both had and lost his chance with Shoyo, decides to go looking for a different world where they can be together. Along the way, he meets this Shoyo. He finds out they like camping. He finds out they smoke weed.

I commissioned @drawnbymabel to bring him to life because I love him, and because he's important to Tobio's story!

Currently on chapter eight; I anticipate two, maybe three chapters before we come to an end. So, if you're open to checking out a sci-fi WIP, it's waiting for you! If you're not interested in WIPs, maybe come back later. :)

Read it on Ao3.

extra credit | i. midoriya

⇨ midoriya agrees to tutor UA’s least interested student for extra credit.

Chapter 25 - Back To Business! 🥦

Summary: Izuku gets back to hero work then leaves the country for a mission. He comes back with a present.

Warnings: swear words, cheeky thoughts, mentions of doing the cheeky but not written out (sorry or you are welcome, depending which side are you on haha)

First Chapter Master List Potato support

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“So… see you after my shift!” Izuku’s smile is pure and happy, eyes full of excitement and love. It’s happening. Izuku is finally going back to work. You could cry from happiness; while it does hurt a bit to be alone in the flat after having this man to yourself for months, seeing him so full of life is worth those few hours of loneliness.

“Don’t forget; do not overexert yourself! You might only be on patrol for four hours, but you’ve been away for a long time. Let Katsuki handle the big boys for now. Okay, hero?”

“Anything for you, madam.” Izuku takes your hand and leaves a kiss on the back of it, his eyes hot and scorching as he looks up at you. It reminds you of another time you’ve seen that look on his face…

“Okay, go before I pull you back to the bedroom, you tease!” You tear your hand away, utterly embarrassed. Izuku only giggles.

“WOW, it’s only 7 in the morning and you are already thinking about being cheeky? I’m the luckiest chap in the whole world!”

Oh, that shit-eating grin…

“Not with you, sir, I’m waiting for you to leave so I can call…”

“Do not finish that sentence unless you want me to do my patrol right in front our apartment complex.” Izuku’s grin changes in a matter of seconds; the green eyed monster (pun intended) is back, the one with the dark, scorching eyes, the one you secretly love so much and has been feeding your dirty little daydreams for more than a year now.

“He might be a neighbor. I’m just saying.” You gulp, incapable to not stare into those eyes.

“Well, then it will be really easy to find his address. Being a hero comes with certain perks… like for instance, a knowledge of how to hide a body so it’s never found.” Izuku winks at you menacingly and points at your neck. “Also, there is a cheeky little hickey on your neck. I wonder who did that?”

The audacity. You can’t help but push him out through the door, utterly embarassed again.

“You are a fucking menace today. Go and think about what you’ve done and I hope to see my lovely, sweet Izu-Izu when you come back! Shame on you!” You close the door on the green head who’s laughing his ass off, even after you shut the door in his face. Just a second later, the door opens again, and you are being forcefully cuddled.

“I’m so fucking late, Sweets.” Izuku giggles to himself, back to his normal self. You sigh into his fluffy curls.

“Stop hugging me and go then!” You snicker back, secretly happy for these last few moments of peace. You are still a little bit traumatized by the last time Izuku went on a shift; the last time, when Izuku did not come home, when he was nothing but a shell put on several different wires to be kept alive… it’s the past but the past can repeat itself; you know it’s really rare these days to get into that kind of trouble, but you can’t control how you feel; you’ll always be worried for a loved one, no matter the circumstances; they might only go out to buy groceries for the week but you would stress your ass off if the “mission” takes too long. It’s a stupid love thing, as Katsuki would say.

“I’ll be careful. I promise.” Izuku leaves one last kiss on your lips and begrudgingly moves towards the entrance. You really want to tease him about not using the back door as he usually does, but you don’t have the heart to do that.

“I know.” You smile to yourself as the door closes.

~•🥦•~

The last few months were… amazing. Izuku got his temporary suit just a few weeks after your conversation with Melissa, Katsuki and Izuku then started to spar 3 times a week; Katsuki had to reduce his hours to be able to be with “the nerd” but it was absolutely worth it for the both of them; Katsuki’s dark circles finally disappeared while Izuku started to be less anxious and his confidence started to grow with every session. After a few weeks, Izuku’s recovery program came to an end as well, meaning he was finally officially free to do whatever he wants without the constant worry for his fresh injuries.

From that point, Izuku was a busy bee; he was taken somewhere every afternoon, sometimes it was Eijirou sometimes Ochako, or on one occasion it was Kouta who came to the door begging for a spar which needless to say, made Izuku’s little heart really fucking happy. You actually managed to persuade the two to let you come along for their training spar in UA; you almost shat your pants from excitement to be in that famous school and you also realized that Izuku will be an amazing father one day. Eraser gave you a stinky side eye when he caught you daydreaming while “watching the show”, but then he gave you a knowing half-smile, which only made the situation worse. Then the cherry on top was when he said “I hope you know I’ll have high expectations for your kid, quirkless or not.”

You couldn’t look that man in the eye after that.

So long story short… they were an interesting few weeks, no day the same as the other. Having Izuku out of your sight also made you appreciate him even more when he’s at home.

Now back to the present… needless to say, you are freaking out a little bit but you also know that Izuku is not alone; Katsuki and Eijirou are both next to him, keeping him safe for the time being, until he’s strong enough to stay on his own two feet. Izuku wasn’t too happy about being babysat like a fresh UA student but after a while he managed to understand that it’s all for his safety.

There are several different reasons to why Izuku is moving in groups; one, his re-appearance might motivate some of the villains to strike the old number one hero at his weakest, just to be able to say that they won a fight with him. Second, while the heroes are close to sniffing out who was the main villain behind Izuku’s attack, the investigation wasn’t closed yet. One single mistake and the history might repeat itself. And the third, probably obvious one is… Izuku is still technically healing and his suit isn’t completed yet. This is a trial run.

As today is Izuku’s first day back, the media was kindly asked to stay away from him for at least for the first week; that doesn’t mean you won’t put on the TV in the background, just in case. It’s a bad habit, but a habit every single significant other and family member does. “No news is great news” is the official motto, apparently.

You’ve learnt that in the “help, I married a hero” support group on Facebook. You are quite sure not a single person in that group is actually married to a hero and it’s more like a role play group but it’s entertaining nonetheless.

By the time your Izu-Izu comes back from his first shift (he actually managed to make his way back around 1PM, which is still 2 hours more than his original finish time but it’s still better than his old 14 hour shifts.), there is lunch on the table, the flat is clean, the plants are watered…

“Were you bored, Sweets?” Izuku laughs as he looks around the flat. Your cheeks are tinted red and you can’t look into his eyes.

“… no?” You mumble, still looking away. There is a comfortable silence for the next few seconds then Izuku finally says the magic word:

“Come here.”

You jump into Izuku’s arms like a feral animal on the verge of dying of starvation.

“Izuuuuuuuu!” You genuinely did not know you can make such an annoying, high pitched noise. It’s actually hurting your ears. Izuku squints for a second but welcomes you with open arms, clearly not as annoyed as he should be. “This was terrible! I can’t say these were the most excruciating 6 hours of my life because I saw you almost die in the TV before, but like… you were not here! I was cold and I had to put on a sweater! I couldn’t reach one of the shelves and I had to get the step stool! I had to use that fancy jar opener to open my jar of pickles!” You whine and Izuku shakes from the laughter under your arms.

“You are not getting sick again, are you?” Izuku reminds you of your shenanigans a few months ago when you basically lost your mind and forgot how to speak coherently or put a filter on your mouth. You two laugh about it right now, but back then, you literally felt your heart break into pieces when he came home hurt “because of you”. And that massive fight after? Never fucking again. Thankfully you are both extremely emotionally intelligent so you managed to use that experience to learn about each other instead of letting the temporary resentment darken your hearts. It was a good lesson; Izuku had learnt that his safety should always be a priority and that being honest about his feelings goes a long way. You’ve learnt how to set boundaries and how to speak up about things that are important to you; like for instance your crush of several months not coming home drenched in blood and on the verge of passing out from blood loss just because they were too worried about you to focus is really important. You didn’t think this is something you need to voice as it is common sense but it is not common sense in Izuku’s brain, apparently.

“No, I’m completely fine. I’m just happy.”

“Because I’m back?” Izuku beams at you then makes a confused face as you shake your head.

“I’m happy because your eyes have that shine in them again… the shine I fell in love with almost a year ago.”

“I was happy before this. You make me happy.” Izuku tries his best to reassure you but you only laugh at his antics.

“You were happy but now… you are content. And happy. You might be my Izuku, but you are also the Japan’s Pro Hero Deku. I can make my Izuku happy but Deku… I can’t give him everything. And that’s completely fine with me. You need your ability to save people just as much as you need me when you get home. You will only ever thrive when you have both… and I respect you for that. It’s what I love about you, Izu.” You leave a tiny kiss on Izuku’s now tearstained cheeks. Izuku doesn’t say anything just pulls you closer and hides his face in the crook of your neck.

“I don’t deserve you. But you told me to be selfish, so I’ll erase that thought from my head.” Izuku gives you a tired smile. “To be honest, these few hours were way too eventful for a first day. I’m really tired. All I want is eat and cuddle on the sofa.” Izuku states confidently. You are so fucking proud of this man, goddamnit!

“Sounds like a good plan to me, hero.” You smile back proudly. Izuku moves his head towards your ears, like he’s about to tell you secret.

“Also, I would really like a dessert for breakfast tomorrow.” Izuku slowly moves towards the sofa and pulls you down to sit in his lap.

“You mean like… a strawberry shortcake? Pudding?” You act like a fool, trying your best to hide your cheeky smile from him. Izuku giggles into your neck.

“Those sound amazing but I’m craving something much sweeter.” Izuku leaves a kiss on your neck. Your whole body shivers. “Softer.” He leaves another kiss, a little bit further down. you can’t help the content sigh that comes out of your mouth. Oh, how much you love this man.

“Keep doing that and I won’t let you rest today at all.” You retort as you slowly pull away from him. “Rest up then come to eat lunch. I’m staaaaarving.” You sigh as you jump off him and make your way towards the table, half-salivating over the lovely scent of your freshly made Katsudon.

Izuku doesn’t reply, his stomach does, with a massive rumble. You both laugh.

~•🥦•~

Izuku’s 4 hour shifts became 6 then 10. Slowly, life started to go back to the old normal, with Izuku being out and about for most of the day and you working on commissions and taking care of the flat. Having Izuku away for so long did some bad things to your mental health first, but Izuku, being as observant as he is, clocked it on the first week and made sure you are happy and being taken care of in those few hours he stayed at home. He also made sure not to do overtime unless he genuinely needed to. It meant the world to you. He even made sure he’s free on the day of your first anniversary; which apparently, in Izuku’s head was a year after your first accidental kiss on the mountain top. Needless to say, you had a “massive fight” after that, trying to make Izuku understand that your anniversary is a year after you two officially decided to be a couple, but Izuku was adamant that him choosing the day of that kiss was him being “sensible” as in his head, his heart was yours since the first time he stumbled through the door drenched in blood, when you two were sitting with your backs to the wall and he cried in your arms.

So now, apparently you have two anniversaries, and both dates must be celebrated with a super expensive dinner in that restaurant “in the sky” and with a hot tub full of roses or bath bombs or whatever silly thing Izuku comes up with. Then there is Valentine’s Day, which is, apparently also a day that must be heavily celebrated by staying home and eating that amazing Strawberry cake from Sato’s new restaurant and a chocolate fountain.

The chocolate fountain is for later.

Yes. It’s uhm… for the main celebration.

…

So yes. Life with Izuku has been great. Both of you are super happy with your relationship and even after a whole year of being a couple, you two can’t get enough of each other and instead of being bored of each other you just get more and more obsessed, making Katsuki fake-vomit every time you two go over to theirs for dinner.

Talking about Katsuki and Eijirou; they adopted a massive Rottweiler puppy. His name is Redrum, murder but backwards but they just call him Red. All Meowth wasn’t too impressed by the big, goofy puppy first but after a while he got used to being harassed by Red and those two together are the funniest pair; All Meowth just plays dead every time Red comes over while Red licks him and pokes him until All Meowth looses his patience and hides under the sofa for the rest of the day.

The agency finds the main leader of the group who attacked Izuku, just a few weeks after Izuku gets the official suit from America. Izuku, Katsuki and Eijirou left the country for 2 weeks to finally put an end to the terrible villain group that hurt Deku.

This brings us to your current situation - you, loosing your mind, alone for two weeks with a grumpy cat and a hyperactive, humongous dog.

~•🥦•~

It has been a bit less than two weeks since Izuku had left to get the bastard who ended his career.

You hate everything. The day is always gloomy, even when the sun shines, your bed never smells the way you like it, even if you wash the sheets over and over again, no one changes the settings on All Meowth’s automatic feeder and there are no new post its on the fridge with silly little drawings of heroes or super cheesy love quotes from Deku. The food tastes plain, your drawings suck, the whole world sucks, you don’t even understand why you woke up from your bed today. You made so much food this week, purely by accident, so used to having to feed a big bulky hero every day that you have enough leftovers for the next two weeks. Hell, even Izuku’s fake plastic plant looks sad. You swear the leaves are drooping, their color more yellow than usually.

You have no idea how is that possible.

You sit at the dining table, bumping your head into it over and over, thinking about getting some special vitamins that boost your serotonin levels, because you swear to god have depression, or some kind of separation anxiety or the hell knows, but something is surely wrong with you.

Your phone rings next to you; you jump up from your seat so quickly it makes you dizzy.

You take the call in 5 milliseconds. It’s a video call.

“OH MY GOD, IZU-IZU!!!!!” You yell to the screen as you take in the sight in front of you; there are several blood splatters on Izuku’s face and he’s also full of soot and dust, his hair matte and unuly. He looks tired, and by the look of it, he’s calling from a first aid tent.

“You should see the other guy.” Izuku grins like your heart isn’t just about to exit your body through your mouth. “Ouch.” Izuku mutters as someone pats his bloody arms down with a cotton swab. “Look, this is my girlfriend!” He points at you, speaking in English and now there is a random nurse looking at you. You are trying to decide between screaming and laughing. The nurse takes one good look at you and turns towards Izuku.

“She is really cute!” The nurse mutters with broken English and smiles. That makes your heart calm down a bit; these two wouldn’t be talking about you if Izuku or any of the other heroes would be in grave danger.

“I can’t wait to marry her.” Izuku blushes, the hint of pink visible even under all the dirt. “She’s the love of my life.”

The nurse makes a high pitched whine.

“Kawaii! Oh, uhm… I should be tending to your wounds, sorry, ignore me and take your time with your Sweets! You deserve it!”

“Does he?” You tease, but Izuku looks at you with a proud smile.

“Sweets, we won. It’s finally over. I’m coming home tomorrow. I can’t fucking wait to see you.” There are tears in Izuku’s eyes as he says that. You are not too far behind him.

“I can hug you tomorrow… fuck, Izu, I miss you so much!” You sniff, touching Izuku’s face to the screen.

“I miss you too. I can’t wait to snuggle with you. Oh my god, sleeping without you is a torture! I’ve never thought I’m gonna say this but I even miss your cold feet.” Izuku giggles to himself.

“I miss you suffocating me with your massive arms.” You try to tease him back but there is nothing to tease him about; he is fucking perfect. At least for you.

“Jesus, tomorrow can’t come quick enough.” Izuku sighs. “Oh, hi, Red!” Izuku waves at the unruly massive dog who just jumped up into your lap, almost tipping the chair over in the process.

“This dog is a menace. I’ll never moan about All Meowth again.” You let the dog lick your face as you smile fondly. At least he was keeping you company in these two wretched weeks. He might forget that he’s a big boy sometimes, but he’s the sweetest, kindest creature you’ve ever seen. Just like his parents.

“Oi, is that Red?” Katsuki yells at Deku from somewhere far away, probably getting treated himself. “Oi, Red!”

Red’s ears perk up, his tail wagging (or to be exact, hitting your body with full strength) happily.

“What?” Kirishima yells back from somewhere.

“Not you, you big dummy! Fucking hell, why did I choose that name…”

“Because you love me so much you wanted to have two of me.” You can’t see it, but Eijirou probably grins like a maniac while he says that.

“Gay.” Sero giggles, and by the big thump and several nurses yelling, Katsuki threw something at him.

“Tomorrow. I love you.” Izuku disconnects with a smile on his face.

Just a few hours after your phone call the news are full of Izuku and Katsuki’s victory. You can’t help the proud tears that escape your eyes; the world is a safe place once again.

~•🥦•~

You really want to go to pick up Izuku at the airport but you are too afraid to leave Red alone for such a long time so you end up staying in your shared flat. When the door opens, your heart makes a somersault in your chest; Izuku’s eyes shine with so much fondness, his bags hitting the floor with a loud thump as he runs towards you without taking his shoes off, which would usually piss you off but… fuck, you missed him so fucking much.

Izuku’s arms snake around you right away, pulling you up, and you manage to cling to him like a cute, soft baby koala, your thighs gripping the boys torso like your life depends on it.

“Fuck, I missed you.” You voice your feelings, your voice trembling from all the emotions; Izuku smells like heaven itself, pine with a hint of lemon, his hair puffy and freshly washed; you take a deep whiff, inhale deep and slow, your heart finally calming down after being on edge for two whole weeks. This is your safe space, those muscular arms, this scent, the feeling of his rough scars on your soft, sensitive skin… this is home.

“You are my everything. Everything, Sweets. I can’t live without you. Fuck, I’m so pathetic but this is what I realized during these two weeks.” Izuku sniffs, pulling you close, his arms so tight around you there is barely any space in your lungs for oxygen, but it feels so right…

“Red, you bastard!” Katsuki’s rough, deep voice ruins the mood in a fraction of the second; the big dog jumps into Katsuki’s arms, almost tripping the man, but Eijirou is right there to support his partner from behind.

“Oh, honey bun, look how adorable you are!” Eijirou coos, hopefully, to the dog and not to Katsuki, otherwise this flat will be in flames in just a few minutes.

Izuku, with his forehead leaning on yours, smiles into the minuscule space between you as he looks into your eyes deeply. He caresses your cheek with his right hand, slowly and gently as he mumbles;

“I’m home.”

“Welcome home, baby.” You smile as a few stray tears escape from your eyes; you put your hand on top of Izuku’s one that’s resting on your face… but there is something… on Izuku’s wrist. Foil?

Also… why is it so quiet all of the sudden?!

Oh, Katsuki and Eijirou sneaked out while you two were busy confessing to each other.

“Oh, that’s…” Izuku blushes as he moves away to show you the foil on his wrist. There is something under it… something small and colorful. “I had this idea for ages… then we met this cool tattoo artist who was willing to take me in right away… so I thought, why not? I hope you like tattoos.” Izuku looks at you with worry. You can’t help but laugh.

“Yes, I like tattoos. What is it though? The foil is too thick.” You smile at him and Izuku starts to rid himself from the foil.

It takes you half a second to start crying like a baby. Not more, not less. Half a single second.

The tattoo is of a bouquet of sweet pea flowers, held together by a thin, red thread. The red thread gets loose under the bouquet and it shapes the word “home”.

“This… this is…” you sniff, as you take in the sigh.

“This is you.” Izuku answers. “It’s you, because whatever happens, you’ll forever be a part of me. Just like this tattoo.”

“I really want to kiss you silly.” You mumble while crying into Izuku’s pecks.

“Let me change the foil, then you can kiss me as much as you want.” Izuku giggles, in seventh heaven by the look of it.

“You are not sleeping tonight.” You mutter with a tiny blush on your face. It has been two weeks, okay?!

“It wasn’t my intention to do that anyway, hence I slept on the plane.” Izuku sticks his tongue out then licks his lips while staring into your eyes.

Oh, hell damn.

Needless to say, you forgot to congratulate Izuku for winning this case, so you make sure he knows how thankful you are… in other ways.

… next chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- How cute is Izuku’s tattoo?! I actually wanted to draw it but ran out of time. Oh well!

lol Nevermind I made a quick scribble.

- I just had a root canal treatment done so if there are mistakes, I’m sorry, I’m high on antibiotics lol Also, send me virtual cuddles, I really want some cuddles after this traumatic experience 😂💜

- I wrote the KiriBaku extra by the way. I somehow managed to make it into a 13 000 words fucking novel. I can’t wait for you guys to read it!

- This ficc will be more than 26 chapters as someone was nice enough to tell me they would like to see more of the friend group before this story ends, let’s give them a massive thank you! 🩷

- As always, tell me your thoughts! It’s still not too late to tell me what you guys want to see! I still have 2 chapters to write at least!

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if i die

IF THE SUN REFUSED TO SHINE...

Izuku Midoriya x fem!reader synopsis: running to him, even after the world turned dark. warnings: angst?, hurt/comfort, childhoodfriend!reader, reader is not a student at u.a, takes place during season 6 ep 137, PRE-RELATIONSHIP, potentially ooc. that's all i think?

It was gloomy that day, the rain had hurtled towards the angry crowd of civilians formed at the front of U.A. Everyone was angry and confused, some felt betrayed and others tricked. They didn’t want him here, fearing for their safety at the thought of the boy with a target on his back. They screamed and yelled, children cried, teachers tried their best to pacify what had started to become a mob.

You thrashed in your mother's arms, a trembling in your lower lip as you tried to claw your way out of the suffocating embrace. "Let go!" You cried, turning to stare at your mother– desperation clouding all rational thoughts in your mind. 

“It’s too dangerous! Calm down!” Your mother scolded, fingers trembling against the sleeves of your sweater, trying to hold you as close as possible– out of harm’s way, just as any mother would. Just like she would when you were younger and would waddle into her room clutching your blanket, wiping at the fat tears that rolled down chubby cheeks. She wanted you safe, in her arms, where you couldn’t be harmed by scared citizens protesting for their safety. 

But you couldn’t let her. Not this time. 

You had to get to Izuku. It repeated like an alarm, loud and insistent as Uraraka’s speech lingered in your ears. You didn’t care if it was dangerous. It didn’t matter to you. As long as you could reach him, touch him, hold him. None of it mattered.

He was probably crying– you know he was. The two of you always held a small knack for knowing when the other was upset, even as children that played in the warm rays of the sun, beaming and giggling happily. “Please! I have to get to him!” You begged, jerking this way and that. “It’s Izuku, mum!”

And then a kid ran past you. He was small and had a red hat, and red sneakers that looked like Izuku’s– a lady cried out after him, “Come back!”  You nearly stopped to stare, but you had become acutely aware of the fact your mother had loosened her grip momentarily to look over her shoulder to identify the voice.

That was your opening. 

You slipped between her fingers, fleeting like a leaf in the wind, an apology in the back of your mind as you pushed your legs into a sprint. The rain splashed under your thundering feet, droplets hitting the bare skin of your legs, but you didn’t care. It wasn’t a priority right now. He was.

Izuku with his green eyes and unruly hair, with his cute little freckles that you always loved. Izuku with his heart of gold and sweet smile, always ready to lend a helping hand. Izuku, who had stopped your world the day he left that letter on your door, shrouding it in a cloud of darkness.

As you shoved your way through the crowd, your heart squeezed as the sight of him became clearer and clearer to you. He was standing now, fat tears rolling down his freckled cheeks as the kid from earlier and a lady with bunny-like features wrapped their arms around him.

“Izuku!” You had barely a second before his name ripped itself out of your throat in a raw, desperate cry. 

His gaze turned up to you, green eyes wide and confused as he registered your presence mere metres away from reaching him. A whispered call of your name fell from his lips, quiet and wavering– more tears streaming down his face. 

There was no time to prepare before your body slammed into his, sending him stumbling back a few steps as your arms curled around his shoulders in a tight embrace, squeezing him tight. “Zuku.” You sobbed, fingers curling into the dirty and tattered fabric of his suit. “Oh god, Zuku. I– I didn’t know where you went after I found that letter. I was so worried and then there were the rumours– Are you–”

Another whisper of your name fell from his lips, big hands resting at your waist and pulling you closer. “I– I’m okay. I’m sorry.” God, his voice. It was still so warm even after all he’s facing. 

You pulled back, just enough to press your forehead to his, eyes squeezed shut– savouring the feeling of him. “Don’t apologise.” You muttered, tears still roaming down both of your faces. “Just… just stay here.” Don’t go. Stay here with me, where it’s safe. You wanted to say, but you knew his departure was inevitable. He would leave you, again. And you’re not sure he’ll return this time.

So you held him closer, lips inches away from each other as you both soaked in the warmth of the other’s embrace. And for the first time in awhile, it felt like the sun was shining once again.