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Is there a part two for I’ll never be like you?

I'll Never Be Like You

Part Two Part One

I think the way you said it was kind of stupid. The wording, I mean. Somehow, the way you used the term "submissive" in another context aside from sexual probably threw people off. Your point wasn't likely construed properly. In terms of a relationship, all you wanted was to be "the man", for lack of better phrasing. You had the strange desire for a boyfriend who would not only be ok with, but want you to propose. To buy him flowers and chocolate for Valentine's. You wanted to be the one to save him when he was in trouble, it's why you'd gotten so strong, after all. It was difficult to put that into words without sounding stupid, and your outburst certainly didn't help, as it was unplanned. Everyone in class thought you a nuisance now, you'd bet. Which is why you hadn't been to class in a while.

Your dorm room was locked. Three days, I think. Your eyes had been closed for just as long. Sleep was the only thing you could do. There was no way you'd be able to walk into class after what happened. Maybe if you'd come in the next day and pretended nothing was wrong it could have been played off. But you'd been in your room for too long. If you went back now they'd surely notice. They'd surely laugh.

Maybe you'll drop out instead

You'd slept for so long you'd caught a headache. At first you thought of sleeping it off. But you couldn't sleep with that much pain. You needed medicine, but students weren't allowed to keep pills in their rooms. Medicine was kept with Recovery Girl. Which means you'd have to leave your room. Which means someone may see you. Maybe you could just sleep it off. You closed your eyes and felt an immediate shock of pain.

You wouldn't be able to sleep it off.

Slowly, you crept toward the door. Pressing your ear against the wood, you attempted to listen for any footsteps. Kirishima walked by. Along with Kaminari. You'd memorized the footsteps of your classmates. Although Jirou and Momo were hard to tell apart. It was quiet for two minutes. You were checking your phone. The time had to be perfect. If you waited until five minutes someone would most likely be coming out of their room again. Three minutes was perfect. It had to be. Thirty seconds till. You began planning. Visualizing how you'd avoid the creaking wood beneath you. Ten seconds. You stood up, stretching a bit. Five seconds. The door knob, grab it. Slowly twist. You swung the door open quickly in order to keep it from screeching too loudly. Taking one step out and then..you felt something beneath you. It was squishy.

You looked down, met with a pair of sleepy brown eyes.

It was Uraraka.

Your entire body tensed, a horrified look on your face. Uraraka shot up just before you slammed the door in her face. Locked. And back to bed you went. The medicine surely wasn't worth it. Go back to your room. You pleaded, although you were sure she wouldn't. It was silent. Until, of course, she knocked.

"L/N?"

No. Go away. This is humiliating. She most certainly thought you were strange. You knew(thought) she could never actually like you. Especially not after all that's happened.

"I just...wanted to talk. I've been- we've all been worried about you. You haven't been to class in awhile." Well of course you hadn't. What kind of idiot would go back to class after saying something as stupid as 'submissive girlfriend'? What kind of backwards world would you be living in if you believed it was fine to do that? It was a spur of the moment thing. Brought on by harsh emotions. Uraraka must have been an idiot if she expected you to return after that. No, that's likely the mental illness talking. You don't believe those things about her. It's not fair to think something like that about her when you don't truly believe it.

"I think it's not good for you to stay in your room for so long. I must have startled you, lying out here. I'm sorry. Can I come in?"

You thought it best not to answer. You were sure she would leave eventually. This was a problem you would not face. Perhaps jumping out of the window would do well. You would grab onto each ledge on the way down. So you wouldn't be harmed. Would that work? Run away, go missing for....ever(?). Yes, you're sure that would be the best solution. You peeked out from under the covers, staring at the window.

You jolted up, however, when there was a sudden pounding on the door. It shook you as multiple hands began beating on the wood from different angles. It couldn't have been just Uraraka.

"We love you, L/N!!"

It was gradual. One by one you heard positive affirmation after positive affirmation. It grew louder and louder.

"Please come out so we can give you a hug!!"

"You better have been brushing your teeth in there!!"

"I'll never forgive you if you have a cavity!"

"Shut it! L/N's too pretty to get a cavity!"

That's not how that works.

Pieces of paper began to be shoved beneath the door. Shaped like hearts, stars, and rainbows. Hesitantly, you crept toward the door and picked them up.

"please don't change. I'd never forgive myself if I made you feel like you had to."

"I LOVE YOU"

"YOURE TOTALLY HOT"

"PLS PEG ME"

You've gotta be joking. This is so corny. More and more letters came in, crowding under the door. How could you keep them all? How could they all be true? Surely they were ly-

There was another one. And another. You couldn't think. They couldn't love you the way they claimed to. You couldn't have been as great as they claimed. The beating on the door stopped, but the verbal assaults(positive) continued.

"Please come out!"

"We miss hanging out with you!!"

"You still owe me a piggy back ride!"

This was too much.

"Let's be friends like we were before!!"

They couldn't mean all this

"Have you been training? Can I train with you?!"

How could they ever want to-

"We're still besties, right?!"

They must have been lyi-

"There's a new boba shop opening up! Let's all go together!!"

At one point it was incoherent. But suddenly, altogether

"We miss you, L/N!! Let's be friends again!!"

. . .

When did you start crying? You think it must not matter. What a headache you'd have after this.

You pressed your forehead against the door, sobbing against the wood. Sliding to your knees, your friends went quiet. Surely they must have hated you. They cared for you so much. How could you ask for anymore?

The best feeling in the world. You're sure it must be acceptance.

"I'm sorry." You wept

"I'm so sorry. I never meant to worry you. I never meant to-"

"L/N?"

. . .

You'd come to know him as the most accepting person there would ever be. Somehow, you found him trying to save even the villains. It could never be said that he'd given up on anyone.

That is the kind of person Izuku Midoriya is.

"It's been awhile. You've been in there for three days. I hope you've been taking care of yourself." His voice was calm and gentle. You soon realized you hadn't heard him speak from the very beginning. His voice was at your level. He must have been on his knees as well. "You made quite the mess back in class. Who do you think had to clean that up?" He laughed a little. "Still, I'm glad it happened. Maybe that's selfish, but I'm happy I was able to know you a little more. I know it must have been scary. I know it must still be. But I want you to know I like those things about you. Your confidence, how bold and strong you are. I've never known you to let those attributes get to your head. You've always been kind, since the day I met you." There was a pause. He smiled "Do you remember when we went on that mission together? It was tough, and at the end you picked me up and spun me around like we were getting married. It was so embarrassing, but I never said I didn't like it.....I'm sorry if I made you feel that way."

You recalled said mission. Along with picking him up. You noticed his red and uncertain features and put him down with a swift apology. He assured you it was fine, but he couldn't look at you without going red for awhile. You had taken it to mean something negative.

"Despite all that, I still want to be friends. Even if that's all we'll ever be. I'd never want to lose you, that would hurt too much." He went silent.

Uraraka had of course noticed the hints Izuku laid out. But she knew he still wasn't sure if this whole situation was about him. In fact he was sure it wasn't. That's why he refused to confess. He could never say such a thing while you were in this state. It was fairly obvious the two of you liked each other. Far more clear to Ochaco now that you told the truth.

She lost. This was it.

"So please. Please come out. I miss you. We all miss you. Let's be heroes. Ok?"

It took strength. Quite a bit, in fact, to stand up. But you did, and they all heard it. Izuku leaned back in anticipation, not sure if it was true. Slowly but surely, you unlocked the door. It slowly creaked open and there you stood. Wrapped in a blanket, looking at the floor, and still six feet tall.

You said nothing, but there was nothing to be said.

A blunt force slammed into you almost immediately. You stumbled back as the sheer force of your friends pulling you into a hug threw you to the ground. You were there for only a moment before they hoisted you back up and dragged you out into the common area. A large feast was almost finished being set up. Aizawa had evenly distributed food onto everyone's plate. Though the biggest plate was yours. Apparently, allegedly, and supposedly, Sero texted Mr. Aizawa to let him know they'd gotten through to you and the feast was on.

You were placed in between all of your friends as they welcomed you to take as much food as you wanted. They were quite close.

Izuku sat right next to you, encouraging you to eat. He clarified, though, that it was alright if you could only handle a little. He smiled that smile you loved so much. You were sure it would be ok. You were sure 'How Much Do I Hate Myself Today?' the gameshow you'd always found yourself the winner of, would be off the air for awhile.

(luckily, ive done you the favor of removing body odor from this universe. we all know you'd stink if I hadn't)

Slowly, you picked up your chopsticks and reached out for the first bite of food you'd had in days. Everyone noticed. They watched in silence. You took a bite.

"It's really good."

I promise I'll write something soon but I gotta know, if the characters in mha, or really any anime, were real....

Like.

Ok hear me out

So first we think they're just drawings and fake people and then after awhile somehow someway we find out that

No,

Theyre real people👁👁

Real, living, breathing people(however you wanna work it out in your head is fine idc that's not the point)

But, if we were to figure out that the things we used to think were drawings are actual people, and it was recognized and completely proven and everyone accepted it as fact...

how do you think shippers and stuff would react?🤔

Especially if the characters in this anime directly asked people to stop👁

Do you think there would be discourse about shipping real people? Would people be upset?(yknow because people might not like them being shipped since they're real people) Would the shipping just get worse?

Just some thoughts. I'm gonna go write about Bakugous apology now🚪🚶🏾‍♀️

𝔼𝕚𝕛𝕚𝕣𝕠𝕦 𝕂𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕒(ℝ𝕖𝕕 ℝ𝕚𝕠𝕥) 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑

                         Angst (🗲)

                         Smut ( ❦ )

                         Fluff ( ☁ )

                         Art ( ✎ )

🎕┈┈┈┈🎕❂⋯❋ ------✰------ ❋⋯❂🎕┈┈┈┈🎕

☆| And you did too |☆ .................. Horny! Kirishima x Reader  ( ❦ )

Omg “I’ll Never Be Like You” had me crying it was written so well! I was wondering if you’d be willing to write a second part to it? Maybe one where Izuku does love the reader back and convinces Mommy that no one else could be the one for him.

Don't worry. I'm doing so right now. I'm a few paragraphs in. I would tag you but...you're an anon😭

Lmao make sure you keep those screenshots....something tells me this won't be the only time this situation happens.....🤔

Reader lays on end of the bed and deku face fucks her mouth while lying down and gripping the pillows (Deku laying on stomach while face fucking her mouth) and using our mouth as a fleshlight, since he had a stressful day at work and deserves

Ok, I know I went quiet for a long while but I'm back now lol I'm currently working on I'll Never Be Like You part 2. Since it was highly requested

Hey I was wondering how is the writing is coming along? 🙂

Have not started yet. Been busy with school work.🙏🏾🤭

This is so unbearably adorable😭😭😭 \(^0^)/

I can't wait to shift and get this experience for real.

QUIT MAKING MY HEART SQUEEZE LIKE THAT I CANTJXSKSJFIJDNFCIXZIX THIS ISNT FAIRRRRR😭😭😭🥰🥰☺☺

starring: izuku midoriya- beautiful birthday boy

summary: waking up in the early morning before izuku you decide to make him breakfast in bed for his birthday, along with a written birthday day which causes him to cry about his insecurities.

⚠️ warning ⚠️: insecure!izuku || bday boy!izuku || izuku crying || angst??? just a teeny bit of sad stuff || other than LOVELY FLUFF ||

happy bday izuku luv u <333

the sun leaked through the thin silky curtains as you woke up, your charming lover, izuku, was still fast asleep. you wonder on how you should wake him up and you decide to make breakfast-in-bed, specially for him. making your way downstairs, your brain rummages through your history of dating izuku, you were specifically

remembering what he loved for breakfast most. pancakes. with a wide grin printed on your face, you open the fridge and sigh in relief to see the correct ingredients.

if you remembered correctly, you mix all the ingredients together. oh whatever you might as well wing it am i right? swinging a cupboard open, you bend down, extending your arm to grab a bowl. once you finally found one you add flour, sugar, a pinch of salt and baking powder, then you make sure to whisk it throughly.

although you went quite overboard, air bubbles started to form at the force you put in. soon after, you pour milk, melted butter and eggs into your batter and give it yet another mix.

now that your batter is complete, you set your pan on the stove and run up to check on izuku, praying to god that he was still sleeping. peeping through the door, you saw izuku completely knocked out, sleeping so well that you almost felt bad you were going to wake him up soon as he shifts around some, you sprint back to the pan that’s slowly heating.

not long after you pour batter into the pan and flip it to reveal your beautiful golden brown pancakes, the smell travelling to every corner of the kitchen, you wanted to eat it right there and then but you just couldn’t! it’s for izuku remember Y/N!

finally youve finished. you throw the bowl which was once filled with the delicious pancake mix into the sink along with the pan. setting up the pancakes on a plate, drizzled in maple syrup with a few strawberries and blueberries on top. you grab a pen and birthday card to write your message in. you smile with each word written- of course you could’ve wrote more but it wouldn’t fit :(. placing the plate of pancakes on a large tray along with a cup of orange juice, you put card right next to the beverage and make your way to the shared room.

putting the tray on your counter, you grab a pillow and lightly hit izuku with it, giggling as he slowly wakes up and grabs his own one, play fighting along with you. you decide to bring your match to a stop and push his back to the headboard, “izuku i wanted to give something special to start off your day and what better to do that than with…”, his eyes follow your every movement which leads to the tray of his scrumptious breakfast. “your own meal in bed”. his pupils take the shape of hearts and his jaw drops, heart swelling so much you’re afraid it might combust. he doesn’t know what to feel other than loved. you pass him his birthday card which shakes him out of his frozen trance…he read it with every ounce of concentration he has.

his eyes tear up, getting glossier by the moment, the words were so simple but they meant so much only because they were coming from someone he loves so much, with all his heart.

dear izuku,

i cant begin to explain how much i love you, your lovely personality and your attractive traits is what intrigued me to get closer to you. you are so unbelievably you and no one else can be remotely like that. your irresistible wide eyes, ravishing freckles and engaging locks of deep forest green hair caused me to feel something i’ve never felt before, my chest feels heavy and my tummy gets butterflies each time my eyes lay on. you’re beautiful. you’re heavenly. every moment with you is one i cherish and i’ll never forget it. i don’t think i can forget it. happy birthday bby<3

Yours Truly,

Y/N

izukus sniffles cause you to melt, “aww izuku don’t cry baby don’t cry”, he abruptly pulls you into a hug and whimpers into your shoulder, “aww i love you izuku!”, and with those words, he starting crying, feeling like the centre of attention made him feel completely different but he knows why he’s sobbing, it was the card. something he’ll read almost everyday. izuku has been insecure about his features and for you to mention his features and your love for them was something he had to cry at. he’ll never think he’s unattractive ever again. he should’ve done that from the very beginning. :) however you didn’t know his words would have this much of an affect on him!

a/n: i am quite late but i’ve had izuku on my mind all day, ive been busy but i still had to do smth for his birthday and so i personally loved this fic and i’ll be sharing it with my fellow izu simps!

@honey-desires

@imaginationcreationer

@denise-the-death-goddess

@birds-have-teeth

@freckledoriya

@nixonio

sub shoto! pls pegging him and fking him dumb- overstimming him just to see his fked out face

To be honest, seeing Shoto's normally calm expression morph into Ahegao would be far too good, don't you think?

Shoto never really had time to touch himself, even when he was back in highschool. He found himself far too fixated on his heroic goals to even think about it. So when he became a pro it was no different, worse even. Poor guy had worked himself to the bone, so you'd decided to...help him out.

After about an hour of searching with Adam & Eve, you'd found the prettiest strap on(conveniently Shoto themed), and rushed to throw it into your cart.

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"H-haAh~ Y/N, b-baby...so- AhHh~ s-so good~"

You found yourself indulging in the wonderful strap you’d made note of awhile back. 

Shoto had been face down, drooling onto the pillow beneath him as he greedily indulged in the pool of pleasure he’d been drowning in. His mind had become a puddle. You’d found it hard to believe but endless moans fell from Shoto’s lips, hiccups occuring each time your hips smacked against his. Shoto’s tongue fell out as he mindlessly fucked himself back onto you. Such a state was unfamiliar to you, such a contrast to his usual stoic demeanor.

“A-ah! Plea-ease, Wanna..wanna cum...g-gonna-” Poor thing curled his toes, one hand gripping the sheets as the other reached back to jerk himself off. His eye rolled back farther than he’d believed to be possible. Shoto’s wrist began to spasm as his lover’s delicious cock abused his prostate, jamming into it with seemingly no end in sight. “Oh, baby~ you shouldn’t do that..” you cooed after realizing the dilemma between his legs. Your cool fingertips tiptoed down his back, bringing a new sensation of pleasure to him. His back arched slightly as a response. “Don’t worry, I have just the thing to help. So be a good boy and move that pretty hand of yours~” 

Shoto, being the good boy he was, willed himself to let go of his desperate cock(of course, followed by gripping onto the sheets for dear life. “Please..p-please..! S-so close...! Wanna..o-oh gods- s-so good.” 

“It’s ok baby, just hold out a lil longer. I promise I’ll let you cum.” And just as promised, you pulled out another toy, one that’d caught your attention while searching on other websites. 

An onahole. 

It was clear, and due to the seemingly endless flow of precum coming from your precious boy’s cock, you didn’t need lube. Constant begging fell from his lips as you tapped his side gently, a familiar gesture which signaled him to roll onto his back(which he did very well, despite the trembling of his own body). 

With this action, you were granted the masterpiece you’d created. Tears streamed down his cheeks, along with a waterfall of drool sliding down the corner of his lip. Along with this waterfall of liquid, came mindless babbling. “So good, w-want more..p-plea...” his sentences became incoherent, his eyes dizzy and unfocused. He didn’t seem to be focused on you, despite his mind allowing  him to think only of you.

Fulfilling his wish, you slipped the onahole onto his twitching shaft, watching as he reacted immediately. Shoto’s back arched forward, eyes rolling back once again as you jerked him off yourself(which felt much better to him, anyway). “Go ahead, baby.” You spoke, though you weren’t sure he heard you through his own broken sobs. As soon as you said the word though “It’s alright, cum for me~” Shoto’s head shot back, crying to the heavens as he released thick ropes of his seed into the artificial pussy(that in no way compared to yours). 

It seemed Shoto may have tricked himself into believing that it was over, so when you continued to jerk him off after only about thirty seconds to recover, he was more than surprised. If his delirious cries had anything to say about it. He would make an attempt to stop you, though. “N-no more, c-can’t take..can’t-” Before he’d spurt out more thick rope into his new favorite toy. The giddy smile on his face said otherwise, though. And the tip of your fake cock ramming into his sensitive spots definitely didn’t help his case. He’d contradict himself 

”More, p-p-please! I-I can’t- d-don’t- f-fuck- yes!!”

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After about four different orgasms in different positions, you’d let him rest. He heaved into your chest, enjoying the praises you began to give him, telling him how he’d done so well for you, how perfect he was. It continued of course, until you’d soothed him into dreamland.