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cold coffee
pairing :
> matsukaws issei x gn!reader
cw :
> a little grain of angst if you squint, otherwise should be none
notes :
> COFFEE SHOP AU! cause I can, and I love it, and I love mattun writing this thing had me all hrmmnfjf 🥰😳 so-
mattsukawa noticed you immediately after he walked into brew for stars for the first time. you sat in the corner, fully endorsed into whatever you were doing on your laptop. you sipped out of a cup of coffee every once in a while, and he couldn't help but think you were pretty.
he came back the next day, a bit earlier, and sat in the corner opposite where you sat the day previous, waiting for you to arrive, so maybe he could eventually work up the courage to talk to you.
he watched as you walked in, bag slung over your shoulder, lightly rubbing your hands together. it was winter afterall, and he wondered if you came here everyday.
he came back, day after day, sneaking glances at you, and after a while he even memorized your order. he could state it word for word if he wanted, the words falling off his tongue as if it was his phone number, (though he thought he could probably remember your order better than he could remember his own phone number).
he snuck glances at you for weeks, sitting in the corner opposite of the little table you occupied, meant for two people, but the seat across from you always remained empty.
he noticed when you came in one day, a bit later than usual. you didn't look as you usually did. you looked tired, stressed, maybe even a little sad. you didn't order your usual order, instead just a water, and that's when he wondered if you were okay.
that's when matsukawa stood up, he approached the counter, and before he could process what he was doing, he was listing off your order and his (as he tended to not order his coffee until after you arrived, maybe because he hoped you would notice him walking past you), the words falling past his lips without a thought.
when he received two cups, he took his, asking if one of the workers would give you the other one, letting you know who it was from, and he slunk back over to his table, and he wondered if you ever noticed him too, sitting at a table for two, but the second chair always empty.
a worker walked by, stopping by you. he could hear her kind tone even if her back was turned to him.
"someone ordered this for you, he said not to worry about paying him back," she spoke, her head gesturing towards him, and mattsun pretended to be paying attention to his phone, as if he wasn't listening for your words.
you don't answer as the woman walks away, looking at the cup with wonder, and then he could practically feel your eyes on him. he had to bite back a flustered smile, sipping his coffee nonchalantly.
his eyes darted up when he heard you gathering your things, and for a second he was frightened you were leaving, that you thought he was a creep or just wanted to get into your pants.
these thoughts were interrupted when you laid your bag on the ground by the empty seat across from him, you sat your coffee on the table and settled into the seat. and for thr first time over the course of weeks, he made direct eye contact with you, and his first thought was wow... their eyes are beautiful.
he smiled softly, fighting down a blush as usual smiled back.
"thank you. for the coffee..." he shivered, he'd been thinking about the first words you'd say to him. was it wrong to think of someone he didn't even know the name of so much?
he took another sip of his coffee. "you came in and didn't order. you looked kinda sad, so I thought I'd finally try and talk to you."
"I noticed you," your words were light. "you always look at me."
he blinked at you, unable to push down thr blush creeping up his neck. "a-ah- sorry- I didn't uh- I didn't mean to seem creepy. I just..." he chuckled softly. "it's hard to not look at someone so pretty."
he noticed how you avoided his eyes, fingers fiddling with one of your jacket strings, breathing a little laugh. "I um... I thought you were really pretty too. I never had the courage to- to talk to you I suppose."
matsukawa snorted, swirling his cup gently. "same goes for me," he muttered.
"l/n," you say. "my name is l/n y/n."
he swears his eyes probably light up, and he probably brightens. "matsukawa issei, you can call me mattsun if you'd like. or issei. either works." he smirks softly as you laugh, nodding gently to his words.
"so why did you look so down in the dumps anyway?"
your smile falls a bit and you sink in your seat a bit. "kind of just broke off ties with a long-time friend of mine. I just miss them.."
the man let's out a hushed "ah," before he stands up, coffee in hand, and holding his hand out to you.
"well, if you're not too busy, maybe we could go do something. and hopefully get your mind off of it?"
your smile returns, and you stand up, slinging your bag over your shoulder again, cup in hand as your fingers intertwine with his, thr coffee is long cold by nowadays, but it's okay, because the warmth of hid hand makes up for it, offering you a taste of the comfort that matsukawa could bring you.
you hoped this is the beginning of something, maybe something that will last, and maybe future you would thank present you for walking into that coffee shop.
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pairing: spider-man!midoriya izuku x reaader
synopsis: izuku is a terrible friend. he’s been lying to his best friend, y/n for over two years now. they’ve been friends since they started high school, but izuku can’t bring himself to burden y/n with a secret that could be dangerous for them. and he also hasn’t fully realized his feelings for them, so he’s just full of struggles at this point.
content: superhero stuff, makeout sesh at the end, clueless izuku
word count: 4.1k
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“Oh shi—”
“Language, Midoriya!” Izuku contained a scream when he realized this was a livestream and not a pre-recorded video of his mentor talking to him.
“Sorry!” he squeaked. He adjusted his seat on the rooftop, his legs dangling over the edge. He’d gotten a message from an unknown number to leave his apartment for a while to answer a call, so he’d swung up to one of his favorite rooftops (while wearing his suit to avoid extra attention as some random kid using web shooters to travel from rooftop to rooftop). He was glad he’d kept his suit’s mask on, if only to conceal the way his jaw dropped when he realized it was the one and only All Might who’d called him.
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pairing: izuku midoriya/gn!reader
words: 7.01k (i’m sorry)
content: cursing, angst, food mention, fluff, oblivious reader, whole lotta misunderstandings.
request: Hi!! I’ve followed your blog for a week now and I love your writing a lot. I have a one shot request for deku if you don’t mind? I’m thinking of like a tsundere-ish reader who has a crush on him but literally just short circuits whenever she talks to him because she can’t comprehend how nice he is, literally no thoughts head empty and it makes him think she doesn’t like him but he also has a crush on her? If this is too much just tell me and I’ll request somewhere else but I really like your writing :)
this is bad. this is a bad awful never-should've-happened situation.
you're fucked. utterly fucked. and it's all izuku midoriya's fault.
to be fair to him, your crippling terror of intimacy and the fact that your entire body seemed to short-circuit around the boy probably didn't lend much help. it was ridiculous how he made you feel, like a stammering kid. the first time he talked to you with that bright, beaming smile, and his earnest wide eyes, you felt your stomach drop and your throat tighten in a manner that made speech impossible, so you literally just stared at him for a solid half-minute before turning and walking away as heat flooded your face.
you were down bad.
you thought your crush on the boy would lessen overtime, but it literally seemed to get worse as the year went on, because he was everywhere. you couldn't shake him. when he complimented your hero costume genuinely, cheeks flushing with excitement, you got so flustered you could only choke out a completely flat "thanks," before turning on your heel and putting as much distance between you two as possible. when you fought well at the sports festival and kirishima, kaminari and sero were congratulating you loudly and obnoxiously, jostling you between them as you laughed, midoriya squeezed his way through, beaming, and told you he thought your tactic was genius, how he hadn't even thought of it. you felt the smile slide from your face like oil on water, and you blinked blankly down at him as your brain tried to reboot and the silence stretched on until kirishima broke it with an awkward laugh, and midoriya looked away with a tiny, confused frown. you pretty much felt your heart crack in two at the honest sadness on his face, but all you could do was mutter "i'm going to prep for the next round," and hightail out of there as fast as you could.
you were awful to him, even if it was mostly unintentional. so why did he keep coming back?
like a bad penny, you could expect midoriya to crop up with a genial smile, or a heartfelt pep talk, or a supportive word of encouragement at any given opportunity. he was just - like that, so awe-inspiringly helpful and kind. it made your heart stutter in your chest when you watched him laugh bashfully with uraraka, or spar encouragingly with aoyama, or give ashido his sweater without second thought when she spilled water over her shirt. you saw how he physically swelled like he was being inflated when people thanked him, a pretty flush seeping over the plump apples of his cheeks. when they glowed red like that you just wanted to take the skin between your fingers and pinch. you wanted to thank him like everyone else did, to ruffle his stupid beautiful curls and punch his arm teasingly, but the thought of physical contact with him made you feel like you would spontaneously combust. you panicked enough just looking at the boy - god knows what kind of a mess you'd turn into if you returned his thoughtless touches, so you jerked your arm away when he put a consoling hand over it after you lost a sparring session, and pointedly refused to take his pretty scarred hand when you fell during a run and he stopped and doubled back for you with such honest concern on his face that it made your chest ache.
why... why did he care so much?
you were blunt and short and honestly pretty cold with him. you refused his help at every turn - though he diligently offered it at every other turn -, you took the furthest seat from him during group study sessions and flinched away when he got anywhere near you, curling in on yourself to try and soothe your thudding heart. you barely talked to him, and even that it was in monosyllables, short and curt lest your voice crack or come out strangled with how badly you wanted to pull him closer by his stupid short tie and kiss him silly.
you thought if you could keep your distance, and make him see that you weren't worth his kindness, you could let your stupid crush have room to breathe and then maybe it would begin to boil over.
reality, you learned, was often disappointing.
the moment your stupid affliction manifested was a short way into u.a.'s first semester. you were generally an ambivert, so you were quiet toward the beginning of the year but started to really come out of your shell a few weeks in, particularly around the louder, more eccentric people in your class. it was like they pried a personality out of you - you shared inside jokes with sero that left you two cackling like hyenas in the back of class, you fended off kaminari's awkward flirting with barbs or even your own teasing that left him flustered and stammering, and you grinned and laughed when kirishima did, his cheer infectious. you hadn't given midoriya much notice - you thought he was pretty shy, and he mostly kept to his small, tight-knit group that didn't appear to gather a lot of attention, so you let them be happily. but one afternoon you stayed late to make use of the school's track field. you hadn't been taking your running seriously recently, and wanted to catch up on some lost time.
by the time you were done, the sun was beginning to set. the school, shadowed but shimmering with the bronze of the evening sun, looked glittering and regal, and a chill had begun to set in. you were drawing a close on what would be your final lap, when -
"mmphf!"
something hard collided with you, and you went careening sideways into the earth. landing on your side, you coughed out a breath and a groan, turning incredulous eyes to whoever had set you flying, and -
oh.
midoriya scrambled toward you, face openly horrified. his eyes were wide as they flicked over you, skimming your skin for injuries, lunging to one knee and holding out a hand, lower lip wobbling.
"i'm so sorry! i don't know how but i didn't even see you, i was so focused on heading out - you're not hurt, are you? i - i'm so clumsy, this is all my fault, i..."
his words went in one ear and out the other; there was a strange roaring in your head, like you were listening to someone from underwater, everything muffled, blurry, slow. the fiery light cast a glimmering halo through the forest-green of his curls, which came alive in the slight breeze, rising and shifting against the cherry-pink skin of his cheeks. his eyes, too, caught the gilded light, eyes which you once thought were simply plain green because something glittering and regal, something more precious you could ever make tangible and hold, wide and concerned and beautiful.
he was utterly beautiful.
you froze.
shit.
no, no, no.
that thought had to go away immediately. you were not doing this. you could feel blood rushing to your face as you realised he was still kneeling down, one soft pink lip caught worriedly between his teeth, a hand outstretched for you to take.
it was all you could do to push yourself to your feet in silence; your mouth felt dry, your tongue like sandpaper. midoriya watched you clamber to your feet with a hurt look, and you were stabbed in the chest with the image of a mournful puppy. he brought his hand back awkwardly, looking away, cheeks reddening. you could see the spray of freckles across his round cheeks and the snub of his nose.
"i - i was just leaving," you managed to dredge up, before immediately turning away and fleeing for your life.
fucking idiot. you were convinced there was but one braincell bouncing around in your stupid thick head.
why'd you have to go and get a crush on him?
"oi, [surname]! we're heading down to dinner," ashido called, sticking her head round your door without knocking.
you glared over at her without any real heart, and closed your laptop, stretching languidly. it had been a long day of studying, and you were more than ready to eat. you were pretty sure it was bakugo's turn to assist in the kitchen, too, which meant a meal you could enjoy thoroughly. you and ashido chatted as you ambled down to the eating area, but as you got to the door, you froze, horror seeping through you and turning your body cold.
most everyone was already seated around the one long table; it seemed you and ashido were the last to arrive.
there were only two seats left.
one by kirishima, talking animatedly to bakugo whilst stuffing rice into his mouth, and one next to -
you blinked as ashido climbed into the seat by kirishima, throwing you a weird look, and you realised you'd been paralysed in the doorway for a good minute. you watched as midoriya noticed you, blinked, put the pieces together - and smiled with an expression that lit up his whole face, waving you over.
you couldn't move.
what was wrong with you? you willed your legs to work. by now, uraraka and iida had taken notice of you, and were staring between you and midoriya with slight frowns. it took all the effort in the world to keep your face blank as ashido called over to you.
"[surname]? you gonna sit?"
"not hungry," you blurted out, and didn't let it hang in the air for more than a second before pushing right back through the doors and making for your dorm. you didn't stop running until you were locked in the safety of your room, at which point you promptly began beating your head with your fists.
"fucking idiot!" you grunted. "what's wrong with you? moron, moron, moron."
in the canteen, midoriya's smile slid quickly into an expression of hurt disappointment. uraraka stared open-mouthed at the empty space you'd evacuated, whilst iida remarked on your rudeness, but all midoriya could feel was despair.
he was trying so hard to get you to like him. he had a sudden vision of himself, much younger, tailing pitifully after an ash-blond striding far ahead, leaving him choking on dust, calling out - "wait for me! wait up, kacchan!" and he sickened so quickly that his appetite evaporated.
he couldn't take this. if you kept looking at him like he was dirt under your shoe, he was going to break.
"what was yesterday all about?" sero pressed at lunch the next day.
you lifted your gaze to meet his boredly, sucking at your juice through a straw - though your teeth clamped down instinctively at the question, wrinkling the plastic in your mouth. "what are you talking about?"
"i think he means how you bolted from dinner," kaminari supplied helpfully. "seriously, you looked like you were gonna be sick."
"i just wasn't hungry," you deflected firmly. ashido and kirishima exchanged looks dripping with doubt.
"is it about midoriya?" ashido poked. at the mention of his name, your hand tightened inexplicably; juice flooded your mouth too quick for you to swallow, and you doubled over, coughing hard as your cheeks grew hot. bakugo grunted in disgust and kirishima clapped you most unhelpfully on the back until you could breathe.
"so i'll take that as a yes?" mina raised her eyebrows. "sheesh. what's your problem with that kid?"
face burning, you slumped down furiously in your seat. "don't have a problem."
kaminari scoffed in disbelief. "serious? you hate that guy. i dunno why, he's nice enough - but it's like you can't stand him. you never talk to him, and when you do you sound like you're choking on nails."
your eyes fluttered in surprise. you'd wanted to put a healthy distance between you and midoriya, true, but hate? god, it's the opposite. every time he looked at you your brain stopped functioning, all you could think about was burying your face in his shoulder or running your hands over the coarse terrains of his hands or kissing his stupid round beautiful flushed face. the pull was so insistent it felt like an actual ache. did it really seem like you hated him?
"really?" you asked in a small voice, and the table cackled with scoffs of disbelief.
"you always look like you're a second away from chokeslamming him whenever he says anything to you!" sero replied in disbelief. "look, i know he can be a little - full on, i guess, but he's a good dude. he's nice to everyone."
yeah, you thought miserably. that's the fucking problem.
he's nice. maybe if that niceness just extended to you, you'd consider that you had a chance. but the fact was the kindness he displayed to you was the same he extended to literally everyone, even people who didn't deserve it. everyone was a lucky participant of his optimistic pep talks, his encouraging nods, his gentle, reassuring touches.
and after the way you'd treated him, he'd have to be an idiot to like you back.
izuku midoriya was an idiot.
he knew this because he'd made the very grave and potentially life-ruining error in judgement of catching feelings for you.
he really couldn't do anything right, could he?
from the moment he saw you he knew it was hopeless. you were quiet at first, sure, but he took notice. he saw the fire in your eyes, the excitement to get going in the instinctive clench of your fists, the unrealised confidence in your smile. he took copious notes on your quirk during the villain-hero weapon field trip, filling up more than two pages with scribbles and sketches - twice he abruptly snapped out of his stupor to realise he was just sketching the shape of your eyes, flushed, and erased the streaks of lead guiltily. as the weeks passed, his admiration for you only grew. you were just so elegant, the way you had your quirk controlled so entirely down to your every whim was a spectacle to behold - and behold he did, when you fought, evaded, he watched your every move with so much fierce concentration his eyes watered from how little he was blinking.
you shone as bright as the sun. you were utterly beautiful.
he cursed his own shyness when he saw you chattering animatedly with kirishima, ruffling kaminari's hair, slinging an arm round sero's shoulders casually. he could watch you smile for the rest of his life and never get tired of it, he was sure - it was like you lit up from the inside, filled the room with light and warmth. it made him want to get stronger, to make you smile like that at him.
of course the first time he really managed to speak to you properly was when he sent you tumbling into the dirt.
he'd stayed behind to cram for an english test the next day and cut through the field. his mind was so consumed with thoughts of getting home and climbing into bed that he didn't even see them hurtling towards him until his shoulder knocked painfully into the soft muscle of their chest and they lost their footing.
izuku was abruptly horrified, guilt flooding his stomach - and then they rolled onto their back with a groan, and your face is the one he saw beneath the haze of honeyed light, casting shadows from the planes of your features, your eyes glittering and bright and distinctly annoyed, your skin shining with sweat, and his stomach dropped.
he was an idiot.
he scrambled down and offered you a hand up - as mortifying as this was, he'd take the opportunity to talk to you for the first time. maybe it was some weird kind of fate, that you'd both stayed behind, that you were in the same field, that he'd crossed just in time to knock into you. maybe he'd finally get to tell you how amazing he thought you were, and -
you were staring at him.
it was a flat, bored, cold stare that made his heart fall out of his chest. you glanced down at his hand - and then shifted backwards and pushed yourself abruptly to your feet, tearing your gaze from him. he blinked, feeling a cavity open up in his chest as you muttered something sharp and angry and bolted.
too despondent to even call after you, he watched you go, biting his lip so hard that tears filled his eyes.
despite this disastrous first attempt, izuku tried again and again to endear himself to you. at first, he thought it was just about ensuring you knew how incredible he thought you were. as someone who was rarely told so, he figured it must be nice to hear. but you evaded him at every step. when he caught your eye, your lips twisted into a frown and you looked away immediately. when he offered to tutor you in literature, all you did was fix him with a blank stare that made his stomach twist in knots before yaoyorozu gently told him that she'd be more than happy to do it. there was a tiny flare of hope when you two got randomly paired together for a field test - but even as he watched you swapped your token matching his with kirishima, who loped over with an apologetic smile. izuku still watched your fight with ojiro against tokoyami and tsuyu, and you were amazing as always - but he couldn't help but reflect gloomily on how good of a team the two of you would've been together instead.
he should probably give up. but he was never very good at that.
as more time passed, and izuku entered his third semester at u.a., the ache worsened. the cavity in his chest opened wider, swallowing his heart whole. uraraka and iida were sympathetic to his plight, but they didn't really understand.
"they treat you like garbage, midoriya," uraraka tutted one day as izuku stole glances at you from across the lunch hall. you were sitting with a parted mouth as kaminari threw candies in the air and you tried to catch them between your teeth.
"i just - think they're incredible," he replied softly, sadly, and even todoroki must've picked up on his low mood because he abruptly offered izuku half his soba.
but it was the truth. he'd admired you from afar, but even from that distance you'd imposed between the two of you, he could see you. he could see the light in your eyes, the fire in your smile, the life in your body when you laughed and fought and ate. it didn't matter to his heart that you ignored and rebuked him at every turn, not when it hammered so hard when he caught a glimpse of your smile, or when your eyes accidentally grazed his from across the room. that ache in his chest was going to eat him alive.
he had to tell you. soon. before he died.
it started in your third semester at u.a.
on the first day back after break, you'd brought a suitcase full of luggage to your dorm and were struggling with hauling it up the stairs. yaoyorozu had busted the elevator by exceeding the weight limit with some of the furniture she'd brought from home, and the damn wheels kept catching on the stairs as you strained with it.
"oh! d- do you need help with that?"
your head shot up, dread burrowing in your chest. sure enough, midoriya hovered uncertainly at the base of the stairs, glancing at your stained arms worriedly.
"n- not that i think you can't handle it yourself, of course!" he blurted, waving his arms frantically. "i mean, i know you're super strong because i've watched you train - i mean, not watched, um - seen, you know, so - so you can probably get it up by yourself, i just thought - "
you blinked at the stammering, blushing green mess several stairs below you. be more perfect, go on!, you dared him furiously in your head. you could feel your cheeks growing hot as he scrambled to explain himself, and before you could form a coherent thought your traitorous mouth had opened itself up and -
"yes."
he froze, eyes fluttering in surprise, mouth a perfect 'o'. he looked so cute you wanted to scream. "s- sorry?"
"... i could use a hand," you spat, already thoroughly regretting this. it was just - you'd been back at u.a. for less than two hours, and you didn't think you could handle seeing the kicked puppy expression on midoriya's face so early. he froze for a good few seconds before his whole face flooded with colour, and he scrambled eagerly up the stairs to lift the other end of the suitcase effortlessly. you blinked at the ease he hefted it with. okay. wow.
fuck.
he was smiling so widely you had to look away or you'd do something stupid like kiss him, or drop your end of the suitcase. in silence, you hefted the thing all the way to your dorm room before you set it down heavily on the carpet, taking a second to catch your breath. a second too fucking long apparently, because midoriya had already turned his eyes to your shelves and was gazing curiously.
izuku midoriya was in your room.
the thought was enough to efficiently stop your breath from circulating, and you became paralysed in place as midoriya hummed curiously under his breath, ghosted his fingers over the ornaments and books on your shelf, feather-light touches, his eyes alight with interest. he was so soft like that, in his home clothes, a thick sweater over his shoulders, hair mussed, face open and tender as he handled your possessions with something like reverence.
when he turned around, pink-cheeked, you realised you'd been staring at him like a creep for a good two minutes. he blinked, caught off by the intensity of your gaze, and his flush grew deeper, contrasting prettily against his freckles. for a heart-stopping moment you just stared at him, trying to get your muscles to respond, and he stared right back, mouth parted, eyelids fluttering in surprise.
something wrenched in you; you made forward and he blinked rapidly and backed up, but you took his arm firmly and tugged him; he stumbled behind you with a squeak that you knew was going to be the next source of agonising pining for you for the next few weeks as you pulled him as gently as you dared outside your door and slammed it shut before he could speak.
this was getting so out of hand.
11:42pm
from: midoriya
hey!! i'm not sure if you're awake or not, if you were sleeping just ignore this and i'm sorry to bother you!!
but if you're awake
11:44pm
from: midoriya
would you mind coming down to the common area?
i need to talk to you.
you blinked at your phone for several seconds straight; immediately anxiety pulsed through you, and you gripped your device like an anchor. what the fuck was this? was he going to tell you how much he hated you? not that you could blame him, but you didn't know if you'd be able to take anything less than his unending kindness from him without bursting into tears. god, fuck. you could simply pretend you hadn't seen the text. it was late enough that you could feasibly pretend you were asleep - and a second later you realised that was the point. midoriya had probably waited until a late enough time that you could pretend to ignore him for your own comfort.
because he was kind.
and you were a coward.
taking a deep breath, you typed out a short reply: 'down in five,' and steeled yourself. you'd been nothing but awful to him this whole year. you'd seen the hurt on his face when you declined his help, the disappointment when you could only stare at him rather than giving him a coherent answer, the trembling sadness when you avoided him like the plague. it was so much less than he deserved, this beautiful boy who gave and gave just because it was the right thing to do.
you owed him this, at least.
you shrugged on a hoodie and hid your hands, which were clenching anxiously into fists, in the pockets as you meandered down to the common room. when you peeked a head round the door, it was empty but for a figure on the couch. his back was mostly to you, but you could see his leg bouncing from where you stood, and the way he wiped his palms on his trousers, and from here you could hear him muttering softly to himself - a habit that seemed to weird everyone else out but you always found kind of attractive, for god knows what reason. you gritted your teeth and stepped inside, watching the way his eyes widened and his expression cleared when your presence became known. he jumped to his feet, a ball of nervous energy, and your eyes flicked down to where his scarred hands twisted against each other.
"you came!" he squeaked. "i - i mean i know you said you were going to, but i was starting to wonder - not that i think you're a liar or anything! it's just that..."
god, he was so cute you were going to combust. mostly for your own sanity, you cleared your throat, noting with a jumping heart the way he started to a halt, and that godforsaken flush crept over his face. he offered an embarrassed smile and brought a hand to rub at the back of his neck, and you bit the inside of your cheek harshly to stop yourself audibly whimpering.
"okay! um. i know you're probably wondering why you're down here, and i - i just have something i want to say. it's not - i mean, don't feel like you have to say anything back, i - i'll understand, i just need to tell you. because it's - it's driving me crazy, honestly," he mumbled, gaze fixated on the floor.
you braced yourself.
"i - i like you."
pause.
your faced collapsed into a blank shock that, for once, wasn't a conscious effort. you physically felt your stomach drop, your heart clench, the blood drain from your face. inside your hoodie pockets, your hands clenched so tightly that your nails left grooves on your palms. midoriya watched you with an expression that grew more troubled, and when he next spoke, his voice had grown tight and strangled.
"s-sorry," he whispered. "i know you don't feel the same. i - i know i annoy you, and you probably don't like me, and - and i'm sorry if i was ever a bother to you. i just wanted you to know... that i think you're incredible. you're so strong and - and full of life, and - i think you're perfect."
if you had been held at gunpoint and told to move, or think, or speak or else he would fire, tell your friends good fucking bye. you were absolutely rooted in place; the shock had turned your brain to jelly. he couldn't mean it, was your first thought. he's just nice. i'm the furthest thing from it. why would he like me? why?
the silence stretched on agonisingly. you wanted - so many things. to tell him you felt the same. to burst into tears. to card your fingers through his hair and press your lips against his. but instead you could only stare mutely, eyes wide, mouth parted, and midoriya physically drooped. you saw his eyes fill with tears and your heart cracked in two, and you screamed at yourself to move - but you couldn't.
"i understand," midoriya whispered, voice catching. "s- sorry, i don't mean to cry." don't apologise, you screamed in your head. "i'm sorry to be a bother to you. i - i'll let you sleep, i'm sure you must be tired."
with that, he stumbled quickly from the room. before the door slammed, you heard a muffled sob echo throughout the stairwell. was this how he felt, all those times, watching you run away from him? all you wanted was to tug him back by his hoodie and hold him to you until the tears disappeared. slowly, you sunk into the couch.
i’m the worst person alive, you told yourself dully, and you felt it. you gripped the roots of your hair, furious with yourself, awash in self-loathing. idiot, idiot, idiot!, you screamed in your head.
for the first time since this whole stupid crush debacle begun, you let yourself cry about it.
the next morning saw you waking with bitterness at the back of your throat.
you felt raw and empty, like you'd just thrown up. you seriously considered skipping class, unable to stand the idea of facing midoriya after last night. he'd handed you his heart on a platter and you'd dropped it at his feet, and now he'd have come to his senses. perhaps he'd been blind to how awful you were because of his crush, but now surely he'd have opened his eyes and saw the truth - that you were so much less than what he deserved.
a tiny part of you broke at that thought, but you culled it quickly. it was no less than you deserved. you didn't get to be selfish about this.
so you made your way down to breakfast with a bowed head and slumped silently into the seat beside kirishima, who glanced at you with concern.
"everything alright?" he asked, and you winced at the volume of his voice. you nodded quickly and jammed your mouth with food so you didn't have to answer verbally.
you could feel eyes burning into the side of your head, and made the mistake of looking up; midoriya's blinked at being caught in the act and immediately ducked his head. he looked a mess - there were dark circles arching under his eyes, bruise-blue, and his waterline was irritated and red like he'd been crying. his hair was wilder than usual like he'd been tossing in his sleep - or even like he hadn't slept at all. your stomach clenched, sick with yourself.
he looked utterly miserable and it was your fault.
his face looked so empty without his beaming smile, his pleased blush, his scrunched nose. he looked pallid and drawn and just sad, empty, tired. even his freckles looked pale.
ashido nudged you. "what's going on? you look like death."
you sniffed and shook your head. "can't. tell you later," you promised under your breath, and ashido huffed but acquiesced. you missed the look of concern that shot between your friends with your head buried in your arms.
as promised, ashido cornered you at lunch as you set your tray on their table. you flinched, stomach roiling, but the way they were looking up at you, solemn and concerned, was too much to bear. clenching your fists tight, you choked it out:
"midoriya confessed to me."
there was a beat of silence. then -
"oh, shit!" kaminari exclaimed, his eyebrows raised. "he finally did it, huh?"
"what do you mean, finally?" you frowned, heart jumping into your throat.
sero looked at you like you'd grown a third head. "uh - i mean, you knew, right?"
you shook your head frantically, eyes popping. "no! what? are you saying you did?"
"well no shit!" ashido exclaimed, her own eyes bugging in disbelief. "are you kidding? anyone with a pair of eyes can see how in love that kid is with you!”
you blinked rapidly. "i - i never..." you trailed off, mortified. "i always thought he was just being nice."
"oh my god," kirishima exhaled in bewilderment. "you are so oblivious."
"so - what'd you say?" ashido pressed eagerly, and your sour mood returned immediately. you groaned and buried your head in your hands,
"i - i didn't say anything. i stared at him like he was an alien and he bolted."
a ringing silence descended on the group. when you peeked up, your friends were gaping at you.
"you're kidding," ashido said in a hushed voice. "oh, that poor baby."
"that's rough," sero agreed with a wince. "i mean - ouch, man."
"i know, i know," you wailed, distraught. "i just completely short-circuited, it was like i went into cardiac arrest. i had no idea what to say so i just - just - god."
kirishima blew out a breath slowly. "okay. we can fix this. it's midoriya, after all - he's understanding. just go talk to him and set the record straight. it's the manly thing to do."
"i agree," ashido said at once. "don't leave the poor guy hanging. tch, look at him, he's miserable!"
unwillingly, your eyes followed her gaze, and your heart lurched nauseatingly. midoriya was hunched over a still-full bento, resting his head on his fist. his eyes were unfocused and he was biting down on his lower lip in a way that made you think he was trying not to cry. uraraka patted his elbow sympathetically, but when she spoke he simply shook his head and screwed his eyes shut, and you watched helplessly as tears began to seep from beneath his closed eyelids, spilling over his cheeks.
"i'll do it," you muttered. "i'll - i'll talk to him tonight."
the day went agonisingly sluggishly, but it did end eventually.
as soon as you got back to the dorms you went straight for your room, locked the door firmly, and promptly began to panic. you had to tell midoriya the truth. even if he hated you now, you owed it to him. and you thought maybe you owed it to yourself, too. you showered and changed and tried to distract yourself for the next few hours. dinner came and went with sero knocking at your door, but you told him you weren't hungry. the sky darkened. you watched the sunset from your window, thinking back to that time midoriya had knocked you over as you ran.
why couldn't you just have taken his fucking hand?
what, exactly, was wrong with you?
the golden light dwindled to darkness. finally, sick with nerves at just past eleven, you brought out your phone and opened midoriya's contact.
11:04pm
from: you
hi.
a minute passed. then three. then ten, fifteen, thirty. you paced anxiously, gnawing at your lip. he must've gone to sleep already, you told yourself dully. or he was ignoring you, as he had every right to. sick with heartache, you went to turn your phone off and crawl under the covers when the screen lit up.
11:39pm
from: midoriya
hey.
you were scrambling to message back before the notification had even vanished.
11:39pm
from: you
i'm sorry if i woke you
from: midoriya
i wasn't asleep. is everything okay??
you bit your lip, feeling your chest tighten. even after the way you treated him, he was still looking out for you. was it simply second nature to him?
from: you
no. i need to talk to you.
i understand if you don't want to see me but i rlly want to explain, i owe you this
a minute passed.
11:40pm
from: midoriya
do you want to come to my room? we can talk there.
or the common area if ur more comfortable there.
from: you
i'll be at ur room in five.
you were quiet as you made your way down the flight of stairs to the boys' rooms, well aware you were passed curfew. the last thing you wanted was to get midoriya into additional trouble. thankfully, aizawa seemed to be catching some much-needed sleep that night, and was nowhere in sight. silently, you crept toward midoriya's door, braced yourself, and knocked softly.
it clicked open immediately; the boy himself stood there in a plain shirt and shorts, all big red-rimmed eyes and soft, sleep-tousled hair. he shot you a small, nervous smile and stepped aside to let you in.
you couldn't help but smile a little at the decor: all might everything, walls to ceiling. it was stupidly adorable, if a little overbearing. you felt the judgemental eyes of the great hero trained on you from all sides as you turned to face the green-haired boy, who had taken a perch on the edge of his desk chair and was looking up at you expectantly, hands wringing against each other.
"um. thanks. for letting me see you," you murmured. his eyes shot open a little wider, and you realised with humiliation that that was probably the most you'd ever said to him at one time. cursing yourself, you hurried on. "i - i wanted to say i'm sorry about - how i responded to you last night. the truth is i just panicked, i - i just wasn't expecting - "
"i-it's alright," midoriya cut in agitatedly, waving his hands. "i - i shouldn't have sprung it on you like this, i never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. i only wanted..." he seemed to droop in his seat, eyes finding the floor. "i meant what i said," he continued in a tiny voice. "all of it. i'm not - not asking you to return how i f-feel, or anything - i know you deserve more than me, but i want you to know..." his gaze lifted; his virescent eyes seemed to shine like gems in the low light. "i think you're amazing. i always have."
your breath caught painfully in your throat, and you could feel your eyes welling with tears. he... after everything, he still thought... you reeled in a breath, two, willing yourself to speak.
and this time, you did.
"you're wrong," you murmured. "i don't deserve more than you. i - i hardly deserve you at all, midoriya, after the way i treated you. i'm so sorry. the truth is... i think you're amazing too."
a beat of silence. midoriya's mouth parted, eyes widened, and he went completely still, needing for you to continue. so you did, spilling out everything you'd kept bottled up for the months you'd known him.
"ever since that day you knocked me over i haven't stopped thinking about you," you admitted, and it was kind of humiliating but it felt like a weight off your chest and you thought maybe it was worth it for the way his lip trembled and his face flushed and his eyes flashed with barely-concealed hope. "i never knew what to say to you. or how to act. i'd never felt so strongly about someone before - it - it was like everything you did made me like you more. and with how awfully i treated you it never occurred to me that you could feel the same, so i thought i didn't have any chance at all." you felt the tears spill down your cheeks. "but what i'm trying to say, midoriya... i like you too."
a whimper greeted your ears at this confession, and you could see that midoriya had gotten shakily to his feet. he was staring at you like he could hardly believe you were real, and his own tears were running down his face but he hardly seemed to mind because his mouth had twisted into a hesitant smile.
"you - you mean it?" he whispered with reverence. he blinked, and his eyelashes kissed his cheek. "you... like me?"
"yes." the word felt like it was punched out of you, and midoriya's breath staggered as he reached out tentatively. you watched his hand move slowly towards you own - and for the first time ever, you didn't pull away. his fingers wrapped over your clenched fist, gently at first, like he was scared to hurt you. you choked back a gasp; you could feel every ridge, every callus, every scar on his hand. it was shaking, too, but when his grip tightened and he let out an incredulous little laugh that made you want to squeeze him, you lunged forward and wrapped your arms around him, bringing him in as close as you could and then some. his gasp of surprise was muffled against the crook of your neck where he buried his head, and when your arms came up to circle around him you felt him trembling delicately beneath you, and you suppressed a cry when his own arms wrapped around you, gripping like you'd disappear if he let go.
"am i dreaming?" he mumbled against your skin. the buzz of his speech shivered up your neck, a static shock beneath your skin. "are - are you real?"
"'m real," you murmured, voice shaking. he pulled back, face full of worship, and when you leant in to kiss him you swallowed his tiny gasp of surprise. it felt like a capillary burst in your brain when you finally felt him against you, like everything in your life had been leading up to this, your hands in the base of his green curls, his hands jerking uncertainly around your waist, the way he breathed with you. you felt the passing of several sunlit days on a track field before you pulled apart, knocking your forehead against his.
with a trembling hand, you wiped the remnants of tears from his cheeks. without thinking, you whispered, "i love your freckles."
he reddened. "i- you-"
you hummed, pressed a feather-light kiss to the constellations on his face. his eyes followed you, wider than you'd ever seen, brows sloping together, lip trembling, and he ducked his face into your hand on his cheek, blushing furiously. you chuckled and afforded his other cheek the same treatment, feeling the skin of his face reach boiling point beneath your skin.
"thank you," he murmured, voice caught, broken.
"thank you," you corrected sweetly, and he whined and buried his face in your collarbone, beaming and flushed.
as it turned out, you were both idiots. but it seemed to turn out okay, in the end.
after an argument with izuku and he finds it hard so to be mad at you. (teeny tiny drabble)
“can we be friends agaaaiiinnn ‘zuku?” you cutely whine, pawing at his chest and trying to obnoxiously lay across his lap. he’s trying to not give you any attention, big emphasis on trying because his arm is naturally coming to lie across your waist and pulling you into him.
“what do you mean? we’re always gonna be friends…. just… just on a boyfriend break at the moment.” he mumbles and you can tell from the three frown lines between his eyebrows that he’s really thinking carefully about how to get his point across. though he makes no move to suggest this ‘boyfriend break’, his calloused scarred hand even rubbing your thigh soothingly. it makes you giggle because he’s only making it hard on himself, you know how to work around him.
“you’re not my boyfriend now?“ and you have the audacity to make your voice go so innocently high at the end with a puppy-like tilt to your head and your bottom lip jutting out in a pout. one of your hands palm the centre of his chest and you can feel his soft heartbeat underneath. he’s still avoiding your eyes, gaze wavering to whatever sport match is playing on the tv and his leg bouncing impatiently on the ground.
“no, like i am, i’m just not talking to you right now,” he tries to combat, and upon hearing a slightly amused sound leave your throat he’s now frowning down at you. the frown is nothing but cute, the scrunch of his nose making all his freckles pile on top of each other and you can’t help but peck his cheekbone.
“yes you are,” you taunt, flicking from his emerald green eyes to his plush lips. izuku knows what that look means on you, your lips parted a little and your chest pushing against his. he’s feeling a little overwhelmed, fighting a groan from leaving his lips. he doesn’t know what he was even annoyed about at this point. it all seems to have dissipated with the way half your body is now sitting on his lap, beginning to straddle his hips and your other hand travelling to rest on his bare skin under his shirt. you’re making him hot and his mind fuzzy so like always, he gives in. izuku gives you a firm kiss on your lips, and he feels you smile into it. you’re such a minx, he knows what you’re playing at. then he pulls away like he didn’t just do that, like his hand isn’t now drifting from the curve of your waist to rest on your ass. he should be annoyed still.
“no i’m not. not really.” he replies, but your blinding smile in-front of his face is hard to miss and is practically begging for him to admire. so he does, a tiny hum bubbling from his lips as your hand rests at his thick neck. the touch makes his eyes flutter, especially when your thumb presses on a sensitive point. you’re so pretty, bright eyes and gorgeous smile. damn, how could he stay mad at you?
“fine then. we don’t have to not really talk,” and you peck him again, twice, his lips meeting yours in a pout on the second. you rub your nose against his and you feel his hot breath on your mouth, “wanna make out?” and it’s funny you’re asking because you can feel that he wants to.
“yes please baby.” and he softly bites your bottom lip to pull you in for another.
taglist (idk if this is worth taglist n it’s izuku lmao)
@katsukichu @itachislut @txpsyy @ohtsumu @soigneil @cythecolor @killuomi @nanamisbento @deneuves @ashleyjoyx @curran-is-so-pretty
"ha, i'm so funny" PLS HE SO WOULD THINK SOMETHING LIKE THAT
this problem has been bugging him for weeks. how dare you, a measly, meaningless extra, dare to make bakugo katsuki, the bakugo katsuki, fall in love with you. the audacity, really. but that’s not the end of it. he wants these butterflies in his stomach gone, and according to Wikihow.com, the best thing to do would be,
— a confession.
so he makes one (after he thinks about it for weeks). it’s probably the best confession you’ve ever recieved, he thinks to himself, if not the only one. a smirk plays on his face, ha, i’m so funny.
the classroom starts to empty out as the bell for dismissal time rings. bakugo walks past your desk, sliding a small, folded note on the surface of the wooden top. “what-” you don’t even get to finish your sentence, because he glares at you with blushing cheeks and runs away. “ok”, you say, laughing at his antics. the note unfolds into a crumpled piece of notebook paper, and there you see in his ugly, scrawny, writing ;
“date me or be lame.”
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Izuku Boyfriend Texts
SMAU
Izuku Midoriya x gn!reader
warning(s): swearing but I think that’s about it!
a/n: sorry for the wait for this request anon! I hope you guys enjoy and as always I love comments/thoughts, etc. also as general disclaimer anyone in any of my works are always aged up to be about college age :)
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taglist: @d1lfluvr @plutowrites @carmillous
i’m having thoughts about the boys who have a crabby, bad attitude girlfriend
characters: midoriya izuku (deku), bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto
warnings: low key spice (nothing described), one use of daddy, pretty much brat taming vibes but also a lil bit of fluff
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DEKU:
people are weirded out that sweetheart, always saving people with a smile on his face Pro Hero Deku is dating someone who seems to be the opposite of him
you’re rarely seen smiling, scowling at the people around you or rolling your eyes, you’ve always got something snippy to say
they would think that Bakugou would be a better match for you but even he says, “Deku, why the fuck are you datin’ such a bitchy girl?”
Deku calls you his sweet angel but your attitude is far from it
and it’s to no one’s attention how you cling to your boyfriend when the two of you are out on a date, seen with a pinched glare at everything and everyone around you but Deku knows that you don’t like being crowded and is sure to secure you away from everyone’s gaze, politely telling his fans to excuse him so that he can spend alone time with you
when he’s got you pulled into a hug against his hard body, no one else sees how you visibly relax both in posture and expression
the two of you are talking at a private bar that was rented just for the evening, a seemingly bored expression on your face as Deku does most of the talking but he knows that you’re listening to him and contribute to the conversation when you want to
and when a nosy reporter crashes into your private space to interview Deku, you hiss out curses and tell them to fuck off, “can’t you see that we’re trying to be alone here! the fuck is wrong with you?! butting in on us like that, i should smash this glass into your-“
“it’s okay angel, it’s alright.”
Deku is quick to calm you down and gives the reporter the number of his PR agent so that they can schedule something, all for your sake because you’d been complaining about the amount of nights he’s been spending away from you and this night was supposed to be about quality time
the outside world sees your resting bitch face when you’re out with Deku, but they don’t see that when your boyfriend picks you up so easily in his arms to hug you, you hide your expression into his neck and only he hears the soft mumble of, “love you izuku…”
everyone thinks that you’re so sour but you’re actually the sweetest thing Deku has ever had the pleasure of having, you’re especially sweet in between your legs when he’s got his head down there and you’re clutching his locks while moaning his name to the ceiling
no one gets to see when that hard expression melts away when he’s got you in his bed with your wrists held together in one hand while he fucks away into you, only Deku gets to see the hearts in your eyes for him when he’s got you cock drunk and wrapping your legs around his waist tighter to press himself closer into you
and you smile just for him when he’s painted you white inside, giddy and overflowing with affection while you say his name over and over again in the cutest voice
so Deku is fine that you’re a little surly, it’s nothing that he can’t handle Bakugou is his childhood friend after all so he’s used to it
he likes you the way you are, guarded against everyone else but so soft with him and him alone
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➢ sometimes the prettiest stars aren’t in the sky
note: thank you so much to @lilsparkyswife for letting me be apart of her fluffvember!! don’t forget to like, comment, and reblog on every work featured :))
characters: izuku
content: fluff, stargazing through the car roof, flustered izuku, just cuteness all around
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He had this all planned out. From the date, to the day, to even the time he would ask. A foolproof plan, one may add. Yet, it seemed that some force, possibly the universe, was having none of this. Laughing in his face at the absurdity of asking such a person out. A person that was none other than you.
You, the one Midoriya would call a dear friend of his. Well, he would have a few weeks ago. Before the mere mention of your name made his stomach flip and turn his face cherry red. It surprised him how you hadn’t caught on by now, since his behavior was far from ordinary. Yet, you were oblivious or rather knew but wanted to spare his feelings. Either way, Izuku was determined to make his feelings known.
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Ok imagine this
Bakugou crying everytime you shout at him cuz he gets reminded of his mom.
He tried so hard not to cry. He didn't even know why you were shouting at him. This wasn't like him, he never cries he's katsuki bakugou for fuck sakes.
"Katsuki, are you even listening to m- baby why are you crying?"
He didn't want you to be mad at him. Your the only person who truly cared for him, his mom always shouted and brought him down, his dad never did anything about it and everyone else never bothered but u cared, u were there. So why are you not happy w him
"I'm sorry, please don't be mad"
You couldn't believe your eyes. Your katsuki was crying and apologizing but now that he was u couldn't let him continue. You gently took him in to your arms and held him. Not saying a word, he didn't need that. After a while of playing with his hair and rubbing his back he seemed calm enough, so you spoke.
"I'm sorry baby, you don't need to apologize for anything, it was all my fault."
In all honesty your not even sure why u got so mad at him but it doesn't matter as long as he forgives you and you both can move on.
Bakugou is so ooc but oh well.
bakugou is so in love with you it makes him look stupid.
im talking about bakugou who wakes up a little earlier than you every day— up to an hour where he goes for a run before you can even think about breakfast. he knows that you worry about him, waking up without you makes you scared that he’s gotten hurt on the job, so he leaves a note in his scratchy explosive handwriting. i love you, i’m safe. it always says.
out on his runs he stops by the bakery you like, the one where you had your third, sixth and ninth date because you really loved the egg custard tarts there and katsuki picks up three because one isn’t enough to fill either of you up and he likes to split the third with you. over crummy kisses and spilt milk, you watch the sunrise and light up deep red hues, twisted with shades of blissful orange and peachy pinks and the words i love you are not spoken but instead said through the way you cup his cheek and he leans into your palm not a second later.
bakugou who looks for you in crowds in the busy streets of japan when you meet him for his lunch break during work— he’s messily put together, hoodie tugged over his hero suit which is a little torn from patrol but you’re in love so it’s okay, he looks beautiful to you anyway. bakugou who keeps his large hand on your waist, guiding you through strangers who couldn’t care less as you ramble about the things you saw on your way to meet him and the place you want to take him to get a good meal in him.
he loves that you’re thoughtful, always thinking of you while you’re thinking of him— he’s got that airy look on his face as you feed him bites from your plate and he sneaks in the bill and a hefty tip despite the fact that you said you’d pay. katsuki’s hand falling back to your waist when you leave as he glares at the server who wouldn’t stop looking your way, making it known that you only smile that pretty for him.
bakugou who can’t stop the tears from rolling as you stand up, cuddling his head into your stomach. he gets nightmares some nights, not as often as when he was back in school. he can’t see, he can’t breathe and all he feels is himself sinking into darkness as the villain swallows him hole and then…then there’s you, warm around him and not suffocating— with gentle eyes that tell him not to worry, bring him back down to earth and tell him it’ll all be okay. katsuki shakes but you brush back his hair, kiss his forehead and tell him. it’s alright, you’re safe.
bakugou who checks his phone every five seconds on a night out with kirishima and the others to see if you’ve texted, his cheeks flaring red when kaminari swings an arm over his shoulders just to tell him what a softie he’s become over the years—especially for you. and katsuki can’t even deny it, it’s the truth. maybe you’ve humbled him a little bit, your tender loving soothing the painful cracks in his soul. the way you look at him when you first wake up to the way you hold him when you both lay your heads down to rest— it all makes bakugou feel loved and valued, helps him breathe in fresh air after having his head underwater for so long. he would die for you, but you’d ask him to live instead and that’s all he’s ever needed to hear. all his life, you’re all he’s ever needed.
maybe i am. bakugou says to kaminari, the hints of a smile coming through when your text rolls in.
stay safe. i love you. it says.
Fun fact, on amazon there are headphone ports like that one that also split into another charging port, so you can listen to music and charge your phone. They cost around 8 to 15 bucks, which isn't too bad in my opinion. Look up "usb c to 3.5 mm headphone and charger adapter". I agree that it is stupid we need to buy adapters at all, but if the companies making phones won't listen to their customers, why not get a solution that lets you keep doing what you want.
this is truly some of the dumbest shit i’ve seen from a company as big as apple
hello hello, sorry that I always forget that this website exists lol
warriors oc redesign! Lykoi x oriental shorthair hybrid
Hello please don't skip.
Hello, I am Karim.
I live in Gaza.
I completed my education in the nursing profession, but I could not complete my work in my field of study.
I built my house to build a stable family, but my house was destroyed and there is no room for stability in this terrifying war.
My father is an old man and has diabetes and high blood pressure. My mother suffers from a herniated disc in her back.
I have two brothers, children.
We need your help. We have lost everything, our homes and our jobs. Life is very difficult in light of the war.
The prices of food and drink are very high, as well as treatment. Please help us.
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Babie Boy
Local little man screams at his parents
You've probably seen me practicing lineless work recently. Well now I feel confident enough to offer them as Comms! I'd love to try new character designs :3
Robin Tumblr Layout
F2U w/ creds
PSD by @/kikotheseabunny
@dollicous event day 4!
A musical character (any character related to music in some way) or a character that's your favorite -dere type (EX. Inudere, nemuidere, himedere, ect)
I was originally gonna do my favorite character katsuki bakugo which he is a tsundere but changed my mind to do robin !
