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Do you have a masterlist of your fics?

So I don’t have one- mainly cause I don’t know how to make one…😔

I’m pretty new to tumblr lol

Hi pookie 🥰

Was wondering if you could write Izuku x reader (fem or gn depending on what you prefer) where reader is a foreigner but also newly in Japan so they don't fully understand Japanese yet? I've seen this concept before and it can be so funny and sweet

No rush at all and thanks in advance 💕

The way I got so excited seeing this ask.

Y’all rush me, PLEASE give me ideas.

Anyways here we go!

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Starting at a new school wasn’t exactly what you had on your bucket list for this year. But thanks to a messy divorce between your parents (or insert any other reason you’d move to Japan idk brh) you and your mom end up moving to Japan.

You stare at the uniform you received with an unimpressed look. The last school you went to didn’t have a uniform, and this one looked extremely..uncomfortable.

You give a heavy sigh and throw it on, looking at the skirt with narrowed eyes. Seemed..short. You snatch some spandex from your closet and put them on underneath, they’re visible but who cares?

After saying goodbye to your mother (or father), you leave your apartment, heading down the street to the school you’d be attending, Aldrea Middle School.

You had done a little Japanese study before, but you couldn’t really speak it fluently- and you couldn’t read any kanji at all. You were worried because- well, you couldn’t speak the native language.

You told yourself you’d be fine, taking some deep breaths and assuring yourself that today was going to go great!

As soon as you stepped foot onto the premise, you could feel the eyes of the other students on you. Everyone..stared. It was to be expected, you definitely didn’t look Japanese, you were also a new face in general so..

You brushed off their stares with a smile, waving to the girls who stared at you as you walked into the building. Your face instantly soured as you walked in, feeling dread hanging over you.

God this was not going to go as well as you thought.

You walked to your first class, looking around with tense shoulders, more stares. “Figures as much” you muttered to yourself as you walked to an empty seat in the back.

You toss down your backpack and sit down, pulling out your phone and ignoring the whispers and sounds of the other students.

The bell rang and you let out a sigh of relief as the teacher walked into the classroom, looking up at the man.

“Today, we have a new student, she’s from (insert country), so try not to give her any grief” and with that, class started.

You let out a second sigh of relief, glad you didn’t have to stand up in front of the class and introduce yourself, and also glad that the teacher seemed to speak English pretty fluently.

As you were taking some notes, you watched an eraser whizz right past you, hitting a boy right in the side of the head. The boy simply sighed and went back to writing. Weird.

That happened a few times during class, people occasionally throwing things at the boy with curly hair. You raised a brow and watched as the other students whispered in Japanese while snickering and gesturing to the boy with curls.

You felt a little bad, wondering what he did to earn such treatment.

As class was dismissed, you looked down at the email on your phone with your schedule on it. You sighed and began to pack your things back into your bag, when you heard commotion. You looked up to see a blonde boy with two brunettes talking to the green haired boy.

You wondered what they were saying, but judging by the green haired boy tensed up, you figured it was nothing good.

You tried to ignore it, but a small yelp made you look up, only to see the blonde gripping the curly haired boy’s uniform. Finally, you couldn’t ignore it anymore. You puffed out your chest and walked over to them, before grabbing the blonde’s hand.

“Let go.” You said in English, however, the blonde just looked pissed. He narrowed his eyes and muttered something in Japanese, to which you assumed was an insult. “Hey! I said let go. You’re being rude.” You glared at the blonde boy, clearly not tolerating his treatment towards Curls (you’d affectionately labeled the boy with- you guessed it -curly hair).

The blonde let go of Curls, and turned to face you, to which you crossed your arms and frowned at him. He raised a brow and spoke in Japanese, narrowing his eyes at you and stalking closer to you, almost threateningly.

“You’re being rude. Mean. God you probably can’t understand what I’m saying.” You sighed and the blonde scoffed “You asshole” the blonde shot back. You couldn’t tell if he actually understood you, or if he just knew bits of English, like how to insult people.

You narrowed your eyes at him before huffing. You grabbed Curls by his uniform, grabbed your backpack and dragged him away from the blonde.

The boy with curly hair was staring at you in awe. You were..amazing!

You set him up outside of the classroom, smiling at him “hi, sorry for dragging you out like that” you said in English, hoping he understood you.

He just stared blankly at you and you sighed “oh great..” you mumbled before pulling out your phone, you quickly typed out what you said to him a second ago, and had google translate read it out in Japanese.

He brightened and shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck and holding up his other hand as he said..something.

You smiled a little, he was adorable despite not speaking English. You typed into the translator, asking him what his name was. The boy blushed a little bit smiled sheepishly “Midoriya Izuku” he said with a dimpled grin.

Your smile widened, and you felt a warmth spread in your chest. This boy was absolutely positively adorable. You pointed to yourself “Y/n, Y/n L/n” you spoke slowly, ensuring he actually understood what you were saying.

“L/n-chan?” He repeated, angling his head to the side “no no, Y/n” you corrected, smiling and trying to work with him, despite the language barrier.

Izuku blinked for a second, before smiling sheepishly “Y-Y/n-chan..?” He asked hesitantly, his cheeks a little red and his hands fidgety.

You nodded approvingly “that’s right! Nice to meet you Izuku!” You shook his hand, while he stared at you with a red face. Did you just call him Izuku..?

He smiled shyly and gently held your hand in his. He could tell the two of you were going to be good friends.

I love when y’all send me asks bc like, rhen I know what the people WANT. Anyways thank you for the ask! It was fun to write this!

First time writing, forgive me if any of this is silly.~•*

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New girl ~ Izuku Midoriya x f!reader .~•*

Izuku really had no idea what to think when he first saw you. You were different looking, not in a bad way! But you weren’t Japanese, and it was obvious.

Your demeanor, looks, the way you dressed when you were in the dorms with the rest of the class- it was just so…different.

He was a bit too shy to approach you, which made sense for the boy. It’s not like he couldn’t make friends- no that wasn’t the problem. He’d just never seen anyone of your nationality in person.

He wondered what your country was like, what you were like. From what he’d observed, you were loud and straightforward. You didn’t beat around the bush and were hard working.

Izuku was necessarily obsessed but he did tend to doodle you in his notebook, then silently cringing how pathetic he felt. He was very critical of himself, and wondered how you’d feel about him taking notes over you like you were some lecture.

At one point, you’d walked passed his desk, stopping once you saw the page. It had a drawing of you, with your chin in your palm and your hair cascading down and framing your face beautifully.

“Woah! That’s pretty good,” You commented as you peeped over his shoulder. Poor Izuku wasn’t expecting the suddenness of your presence, and slammed his notebook closed.

“Ohmygosh-“ He squeaked out with rosy red cheeks, his body stiff like he’d been caught doing something scandalous. You however, found his tense demeanor endearing.

You waved him off “meh, don’ worry ‘bout it,” you assured with a warm grin “‘ts not a problem, really. I think you captured my eyes really well.”

Izuku was stunned by hearing your accent. It was so warm and made heat creep up to his ears. He smiled a little and tucked his hair behind his ear, his wild curls shaping his face.

“You think so?” He asked sheepishly, to which you nodded and reached into your bag. You grabbed a black book with stickers on both the front and back, flipping it open.

“Yeah, it looks awesome. It’s cool to see someone else who likes art in class,” you said with a smile, feeling slight excitement bubble up. You placed your own sketchbook on his desk.

Izuku gasped as he looked down at your art. You had several drawings of characters from your favorite anime on the page in pencil. He practically lit up “you watch anime too!? That’s so cool! You really captured the features well! I love the freckles-“

He suddenly paused and blushed “ah-sorry-“ he said as he scratched the back of his neck, pulling his nose from your sketchbook. You simply smiled, “don’ apologize” you chuckled a little and pulled a chair up to his desk.

“Do you have more art in that sketchbook?” You asked. Little did you know, Izuku was more than ready to start gushing over the art he had in his book and the anime he liked.

He was a bit hesitant before he got to know you, but he soon realized-

-He was in deep with this new girl, he just knew it.

Hiyaaaa! Thanks for reading, I’ve never posted on tumblr before, but I like to write and figured this would be a good start. We love needy Izuku 💚

Okay hi sorry, I know it’s probably too early to ask but if you were to look at my art, would you be happy to commission me? (Either way, I cant do anything right now since I don’t even… have a bank account-)

The thing is, I’m trying to get a job to support my family as well as stuff for school, but recently my family told me that due to my “problems” (most likely meaning my autism and anxiety) they think I’m incapable of working and refuse to give me a chance to try

(…which unfortunately is affecting my own mental health too since I feel quite useless at the moment ^^’)

so I’m trying out different ways to work, and since they at least seem supportive of me drawing, I want to attempt commissions :)

I also appreciate any advice for work if anyone is willing to give! sorry once again!

⋆˙⟡ Katsuki Bakugou x Chubby!Fem!Reader⟡⋆˙

Warnings; body insecurities, swearing.

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Katsuki Bakugou. One of- if not the strongest and most talented student in class 1A. He was extremely attractive, really smart, confident, effortlessly good at anything he put his mind to- did i mention he was hot as hell?

So why- WHY was he with you?

You were average looking. No. No no. You were sub-par when it came to looks.

You didn't have a toned and curvy body like the other girls in your class, your metabolism just didn't work that way.

You filled out your uniform in ways the other students in your class never had problems with. Your arms filled out your sleeves with their squishy mass, your stomach straining against your skirt with its pudge.

You weren't japan's standard of beautiful.

All of the japanese models and heroes on TV were skinny, gorgeous, muscular and lean- nothing like your soft and round body.

So why did Katsuki Bakugou agree to go out with you? Why did Bakugou kiss you in front of your classmates, all while shamelessly grabbing the curves of your filled in hips? Why did he chase off anyone who even looked at his girl wrong?

Why?

You didn't know, and it was eating you up inside. You didnt understand why Katsuki's gorgeous vermillion eyes were always focused on you.

That ate you up inside.

You always felt so bad, like you were both literally and metaphorically weighing Katsuki down with your body; feeling like every time the two of you were passed by in public, Katsuki was being judged. You knew he was, you could see the questioning looks that were thrown at him. After all, why was such a gorgeous guy walking around with someone so..beneath him?

These thoughts ate away at your selfesteem, seeing girls who were a lot prettier than you, walk up to your boyfriend and try to chat him up- because they didn't even see you as a threat to their chances with Katsuki..

..It hurt.

Jumping away from your self-pity-session, you sat up in bed, your eyes red and puffy from crying. You ran your fingers through your hair and looked down at your hands, each of your fingers having a slight give with the little bit of pudge on them.

You felt your eyes sting with tears all over again.

Katsuki would be so much better off without you.

You were holding him back.

He deserved so much better.

Guilt and shame ate you up from the inside out, a quiet sob leaving you. You had been mulling over the thought of breaking up with your boyfriend for some time now, and now..? You were sure it was time. There was no sense in holding Katsuki back anymore..he was owed more than you could give him, you told yourself.

You slowly dragged your teary, red eyes over to your nightstand, where your phone was plugged in. Your bottom lip trembled and you let out another pitiful sob as you grabbed your phone, unlocking it with shaky hands and tapping on the messages app, then Katsuki's contact; KitKat💥.

You smiled a little through your gut-wrenching tears, your hands trembling as you recalled his reaction to the contact name;

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"Oi, dumbass, the hell are you doing?" Katsuki asked from his spot on your bed, his thighs parted and taking up as much space as the arrogant teen pleased. You paced around your room with furrowed brows, looking around curiously "I cant find my phone." You replied.

Katsuki sighed and grumbled, rolling his eyes at your habit of losing your phone, wallet, keys- really anything that you were supposed to hang onto. "let me call it." he mumbled, trying to ignore the soft smile that pulled at your lips, and the small flutter in his heart.

After he pressed the call button on your contact, the two of you heard 'your song.' (tears over beers) begin to play from your phone. Katsuki reached down between the wall and your bed, and after a bit of a struggle, pulled out your phone.

You gasped and smiled "Awesome! you found it!” You chirped as you walked over, however, you paused at the sight of Katsuki’s confused expression. “Something wrong, Kat?”

Katsuki gives a funny look to your screen, before holding up your phone, his contact name on full display. “KitKat?” He questioned with a raised brow.

You gasped and flushed a bright red as you eyed your phone “Ah! I’m sorry!” You exclaimed as you covered your face, your words getting muffled mid through your sentence “I-I’ll change it- I-if you want me to..”

Katsuki looked at the contact name, his heart softening in his chest, the same happening to his expression. He scoffed and declined the call before handing the phone back to you “whatever, you don’t need to change it. It’s just a stupid name.”

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That memory played over in your mind, remembering how your gruff boyfriend brushed it off.

Oh right..

He wouldn’t be your boyfriend for much longer.

Your smile dipped off of your face as you sighed, repeating in your head ‘It’s for the best’ like a mantra.

Shakily, you hovered your thumbs over the keyboard. How were you going to word this?

‘Hey, Bakugou-‘

No no no, too formal.

‘Hi Katsuki, I really needed to-‘

No, not that either. Too basic.

You tried over and over to write out a proper break up message. Your eyes stung with tears, your bottom lip trembled as you sniffled and tried to compose yourself.

You almost jumped out of your skin when a message popped up on your screen.

KitKat💥

What the hell are you doing up this late? 2:08

You froze. The better question was, what was HE doing awake at this hour!? Katsuki almost always went to bed no later than 8:30, so what the hell was he doing awake?

You sent back a quick;

Y/n🤍

Nothing much! I just wanted to tell you that I loved you!! Read 2:09

The three dots popped up, before disappearing, before reappearing, and then a message popped up.

KitKat💥

Rough night? 2:09

Yeah. That was definitely one way to put it.

You covered your mouth with your hand and felt your bottom lip quiver under it. You sent a simple, ‘Yes’, and then the three dots popped up again.

KitKat💥

I’m coming over. 2:10

And that’s exactly how you got here, with you crying in Katsuki’s arms, his hand slowly running over your back, his chin resting on top of your head. “You don’t need to worry about any of those shitty insecurities.” he mumbled quietly, gingerly stroking your hair. He’d listened to you bawl your eyes out about everything that had been weighing on your heart.

Katsuki sighed and closed his eyes. “I don’t want anyone but you..dumbass,” he murmured, his voice soft and- surprisingly gentle. “You’re strong and smart. I wouldn’t waste my time on someone who wasn’t.”

His words made you smile softly. In his own way, Katsuki did care- more than anyone.

“And if anyone has a problem with your sexy body, they can suck it up. You’re beautiful..dumbass..” Katsuki slowly rubbed his hand up and down the curves and swells of your stomach and sides. His eyes were surprisingly tender as he gazed at you.

You looked up at him and smiled, with small tears in your eyes.

“I..I love you so much, Kat” you managed to get out between soft sniffles and little whimpers.

Katsuki laid under the blanket with you, slowly running his hand over your stomach still. “I love you too..don’t ever get that twisted..nerd..”

Katsuki was silently thanking whatever kept him awake. He wouldn’t’ve known what to do with himself if he lost you.

And that, was a fact.

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Izuku x Chubby!Fem!Reader

Hello! I hope you liked this one! I’m not used to writing for Katsuki very often, so I don’t know if I got his personality right. I think I might’ve made him too soft…idk!

PLEASE OMFG LOOK AT IZUKUS EARS IM GONNA FUCKING COMMIT A CRIME SOMEONE-

@candiiee @anzs-stuff @cvnt4him

Origin of "Deku"

Guys I need requests Jdksb

If you have an MhA char or AoT char you want me to write for pls request bc I literally have no creativity rn 😭🙏🏻

Sooo…

Lots of people loved my Izuku x Chubby!Fem!reader, and I was wondering. I think I’ll turn them into a series, but I need to know who to do the next one for soooo

This is so real, I just decided not to go to sleep until 6:30 am this morning :P

I gotta put me first

⋆˙⟡Tattoo Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader.⟡⋆˙

Just a quick story cause I have some free time .~•*

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Izuku sighed as he sat at his desk, his eyes dropping as he reread the same passage of his textbook over and over again. He grumbled softly as he put his head down on his book, letting out a breath. Just as his eyes began to close, he heard a knock at his window.

He jumped and whipped around, only to see you standing on the balcony of his dorm. Izuku quickly stood and blinked, rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

Once you offered him your tired grin and a wave, he quickly scrambled over to his balcony door, sliding it open “Y-Y/n?? What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here!”

You simply shrugged and smiled, putting your hands in the pockets of your baggy jacket after adjusting the strap on your shoulder. “came to see my favorite UA student. What’s wrong with that?”

Izuku sighed and glanced at his door, before looking at you with a deadpan “do you know how much trouble I’ll be in it anyone sees a non-UA student on campus? How did you even get past security??”

He didn’t find the situation as funny as you did. You waltzed into his room and sat lazily on his bed “I’ve got my ways” you said vaguely, earning a head shake from Izuku.

“Committing crimes to see me. What’s new?” He mumbled as he walked over and sat next to you. You smiled and wrapped your arm around him. “What? I’ve missed you and I know you’ve missed me too. It’s harder to sneak into your dorm than it is to sneak into your moms apartment”

He let out a huff of air at your words, rolling his eyes and smiling. Izuku leaned into your affectionate touch and closed his eyes. He didn’t want to admit it, but he really did miss you.

“Whatever, still doesn’t warrant you to sneak into the UA campus.” He mumbled, to which you simply shrugged.

You glanced at Izuku and smiled “can’t blame me for wanting to see you.”

Your words made him blush, and he looked away, only for his head to be gently turned back by you caressing his cheek. His heart sped up slightly as he locked eyes with you.

Izukus lips parted as you leaned closer, your breaths mingling with each other. He couldn’t take it- it’d been too long since the two of you had a moment together.

He cupped your cheeks and pulled you closer, gently pressing his chapped lips to yours. Your eyes fluttered shut and you combed your fingers through his hair as your lips danced together.

When you nipped his bottom lip, Izuku gasped and blushed, a little whimper leaving his lips as he gripped onto the sleeves of your jacket, silently begging to deepen this kiss from a regular kiss to a full on make out session.

A bit later .~•*

Your arm was wrapped around Izukus shoulders, while your other hand was in your lap. Izuku glanced at your finger. He raised a brow and grabbed your hand, spreading your fingers apart to see what had caught his eye.

You glanced down and smiled “like it? I did it myself” you held out your hand to show off your tattoo.

Izuku blushed. Commonly, you didn’t run into anyone with tattoos in Japan, since they were often tied to the yakuza, but this one? He couldn’t deny he found it slightly attractive how the rings sat on your fingers, along with the tattoo and your black painted nails.

“I do” was all the boy mumbled, gently tracing over the tattoo. He blushed softly as you chuckled, feeling a bit embarrassed about his obvious attraction to your tattoo.

You smirked a bit. You weren’t allowed to have tattoos, but you were a rule breaker one thing Izuku secretly liked about you and made one anyway. “Glad you like it” you snickered.

Izuku bit his lip and looked at you. He didn’t understand why, but he found himself speaking before he could stop;

“Could you tattoo me?”

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Low key, you and Izuku got small, stick-and-poke tattoos after that, matching ofc.