Traditional Country Style, 1991
If I wasn’t a bnha fan and you told me all of these people were the same person:
looking back at my initial reaction to this moment when it happened in the manga, i can't believe i didn't immediately realise that it wasn't supposed to be taken positively. as someone who's been preaching about shigaraki being an unreliable narrator for years, it's really weird that at the time i didn't realise that the contradiction in what hawks saying ('i had support') and what he's thinking about (his toy. he didn't have any real support, only himself and his dream) is intentional, and didn't notice that his speech-bubbles are shaky. he's not really fine or alright, but he's convincing himself that he is to keep going.
259 hurtED
bakugou is the type of guy to show up at your door with flowers in his hand and shoo you out of the way with his hips and rummage through your kitchen like he owns the place (maybe he bought the building just to know you’re safe) and before you know it he’s whipped up a three course meal (“none of that small ass portions!”) and you ask why such a fancy dinner date on a random thursday
“We held hands for the first time two years ago today, you idiot,”
Nosferatu (2024) dir. Robert Eggers
Death and Life (1894) by Edvard Munch
Bakugo is the type of idiot who doesn’t realize that roughhousing with someone you’re interested in is erotic … not until your legs end up around his waist, his arms above your head and his mouth near yours … and then he’s just thinking oh shit lmfao
Cutie
Monsters of grief 🌸
“It’s not all hero work, I guess. I like, um, I guess I like to learn.” He shrugs. He’s never really had to think about it before. His dates like to talk about his hero work, and everything after that happens in the bedroom, “I just like to fill my head with things. I like learning about quirks, how they work, how they can change the more you use them.”
“I guess we’re not so different, then. I like to fill my head, too.” You agree. His eyes meet yours, a little surprised. He wants to know if your heart is as empty as his, if you can be enough to fill each other up.
Notes: hiii this is my first time writing for Izuku, so I’m a little nervous about this one. I really want to do him justice, but idk!! Idk!! Ummm this’ll probably be my last long fic for a while because classes start on Tuesday. But anyways I hope u enjoy it!! Thanks for reading<3 (title is from pool by Samia)
Warnings: f!reader, 18+, minors DNI, injury, blood, some angst
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A normal day for Izuku Midorya, better known as the number one hero, Deku, is as follows:
He wakes up at four a.m. and goes for a jog. He sits on his couch. He scrolls through the various apps on his phone. He takes a long shower. He does not eat breakfast, and he is at the agency by seven a.m. He patrols with Kacchan in the morning, where his best friend forces him to drink the coffee and eat the bagel he picks up for him on the way there (even though Kacchan swears that the barista has a crush on him and sneaks him extra food in the morning). The two of them are back at the agency by 11, where two more heroes take their place. Midoriya does paperwork until his lunch break, where he eats something that would make Kacchan pass out if he ever saw him eat it. He does his afternoon patrol at 3 p.m. with Uraraka, and then he goes home. On a good night, he gets two to three hours of sleep each night. He wakes up and does it all over again.
Sometimes, Midoriya’s days change. Sometimes his friends drag him out for a drink. Sometimes he takes a girl home. Sometimes he wonders if this girl will stay this time. She never does.
Midoriya has lived with an empty heart for most of his life. He has lived with a deep ache inside, one he believed would go away after becoming a hero, after saving lives. It never has.
As a younger hero, Midoriya turned down dates with people who actually liked him in favor of picking up extra hours at Endeavor’s agency. He missed any opportunity to find someone who may have wanted him because he was just Izuku and not Deku.
Now that he’s here, now that he’s at the top, all he wants is for someone to be there with him.
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