This Was Super Fun! I Like Him He’s Cool

This Was Super Fun! I Like Him He’s Cool

This was super fun! i like him he’s cool

I didn’t realize how annoying orange is as a color. Not very fun to work with 👎

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9 months ago
Holding Each Other
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11 months ago

Cute things Hawks does:

Asks, "what was that for?" With a lopsided smirk every time you give him a surprise kiss, even if he knows the reason.

Doesn't even bother to look with his eyes when he catches things, given the sensory prowess of his feathers; except when you trip. In that circumstance, he uses both arms to catch you.

Picks you up and carries you at every available oppurtunity. You're light as a feather to a pro hero's strength, and he'll make sure you know it and thoroughly internalize that. As a man, as your protector, it's kind of important to flaunt that for you a little.

Collects funky looking socks. Fuzzy ones. He starts buying two pairs and gifting you a set matching his. It's a well-kept secret, until you move in together and catch a glimpse at his oddly familiar-looking sock drawer.

Absentmindedly fidgets with items, especially those that have some sort of sensory element to them. He clutches his fluffy coat to his face to self soothe, runs his fingers along the nearest soft object to keep his focus centered on work.

Hawks tries really hard to pick up on your hobbies. At first it's curiosity from one side of the windowpane; hesitancy as he watches you, an unspoken rule barring him from joining in. The moment you extend an invitation for him to join you, coaxing him, he lights up and nods. You catch him practicing on his own some nights, a spark in his eye and pride in his chest.

Never lets sleep take him without telling you he loves you first. His sleepy, gruffy voice has woken you up more times than you can count. "Babe. Love you," he slurs, clutching you close to his chest as he passes out from exhaustion the moment he hits the bed.

1 year ago

shibuya incident: “I love you.”

(ft. choso, kento, satoru, prekenjaku!suguru, toge, megumi, yuji, & yuta)

note: the anticipated smau request!! all the smaus takes place during the time of the shibuya incident EXCEPT suguru. that smau takes place on the night parade of a 100 demons.

WARNING: ANGST ANGST ANGST!! suggestiveness, cursing, f!reader & gn!reader

Shibuya Incident: “I Love You.”

– choso

Shibuya Incident: “I Love You.”

– kento

Shibuya Incident: “I Love You.”
Shibuya Incident: “I Love You.”
Shibuya Incident: “I Love You.”

– satoru

Shibuya Incident: “I Love You.”
Shibuya Incident: “I Love You.”
Shibuya Incident: “I Love You.”

– suguru (parade of 100 demons)

Shibuya Incident: “I Love You.”
Shibuya Incident: “I Love You.”
Shibuya Incident: “I Love You.”

– toge

Shibuya Incident: “I Love You.”
Shibuya Incident: “I Love You.”
Shibuya Incident: “I Love You.”

– megumi

Shibuya Incident: “I Love You.”
Shibuya Incident: “I Love You.”

– yuji

Shibuya Incident: “I Love You.”
Shibuya Incident: “I Love You.”

– yuta

Shibuya Incident: “I Love You.”
8 months ago
Cowboy Gojo Please Save Me

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6 months ago
Husband 🌻 (glasses Were Necessary)
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Husband 🌻 (glasses were necessary)

1 year ago

Okay so I know cheating izuku isn’t canon so how would canon izuku deal with the death of his son?

Oh that's a hard one. But... its a beautifully sad one.

Cheating Dilf Izuku X Wifey Reader

Okay So I Know Cheating Izuku Isn’t Canon So How Would Canon Izuku Deal With The Death Of His Son?

Warning: Death of a child, coping with grief, depression, hurt to comfort

"It's been a while, Mr Midoriya."

"Yah, it has."

"So how have you been?"

Izuku sat in the couch opposite his agency's therapist. He sat in front of him. a notebook in his lap as he looked back at the green haired man. Izuku had his arms folded over his chest as he sat there, his large frame supported by the grey couch he sat on. He shrugged. "Fine."

"I've heard you've been very busy with work. How has that been for you?"

Izuku shrugged. "Busy. Crime never stops."

His therapist hummed. "How has life been since the trial?"

The trial... It was suffocating endeavour. He hated every second of it. Having to look as Jigsaw, who was alive and well, taken care on taxpayer money and locked behind bars alive, while his son was nothing but a pile of ashes now.

Izuku swallowed down hard but kept his face emotionless. "Fine."

"He got the death penalty. What do you think about it?"

"It's well deserved." Izuku answered without hesitation, his hands gripping his muscles tighter.

The therapist noted something done for a moment before looking back up at him with a gentle demeanour. "Your wife made an interesting statement during the trial. She said, 'Despite what you did to my son, I know he forgives you and he would want me to forgive you. Although I doubt I can ever find it in my heart to do so, I'll try...' What did you think about her statement?"

Izuku was silent as he remembered that day of the trial. You held yourself as gracefully as ever. Even when the forensic pathologist had said the report on how Shoyo and Sero Kimiko's (Hanta and Mina's youngest daughter) bodies were so badly damaged that he couldn't even identify certain body parts of what remained of them, about how there was quite literally nothing to hold or mourn over because they had to be cremated almost immediately. Even when Jigsaw had time to speak and vividly said how your son had cried out your name, begging for you in his last moments of life.

You were composed, other than a few stray tears and an emotionless voice.

"My wife is a better person than me." Izuku stated, remembering his own statement about how the only thing protecting Jigsaw's life was the fact that Izuku had his quirk cancelled for every trial date.

"Speaking of which, how is your Mrs Midoriya?"

For the first time since walking into the room, Izuku seemed to ease just slightly. His eyes fell down. How were you? In total honest, Izuku wasn't sure. When last had he even looked at you? Izuku didn't even take time off to mourn after the trial. He went straight into work.

When last had he seen you? This morning? What did you make for breakfast? What were you wearing?

"I..." He started, his voice unsure. "I think she's fine."

"You think?" His therapist asked softly. "You aren't sure, Mr Midoriya?"

Izuku looked down away from the man that sat across from him. He didn’t answer that question because he wasn’t sure how you were. At some point he wasn’t even sure you left the bed at all after the funeral, but then at some point he knew you were up and around.

“When last did you speak to your wife?”

“This morn-”

“Honestly speak to your wife?” That question had him frozen. “When last did you ask her how her day was, or how has she been coping?”

Izuku knew that his therapist knew that answer. You had been coming to see a therapist as well, a mandatory thing that the commission expected from the both of you but also one you bot probably needed direly. Izuku looked away as his eyebrows furrowed. “Not for a while.” He answered simply.

“Do you not care about her anymore?”

Green eyes flicked up to the psychologist that sat across from him. His eyes were dark and deadly, one that held brewing anger beneath the surface. “You know that’s not true.” Izuku answered back lowly.

“Do I?” His therapist asked with a shrug. The man looked down at the notebook he had, flipping through his pages. “In not one of our sessions have you willingly spoken about your wife or children and when asked, all you state is a simple ‘fine’. It leaves anyone thinking that you find work more important than your family right now.”

“I’m a busy man, I’m the number one hero, I don’t have time to-”

“To have a five-minute conversation with your wife and kids?”

Izuku froze for a second. He let out a scoff as he stood up. “I don’t have to listen to this.” He stated as he moved to exit out of the room.

“Mr Midoriya, when you first started seeing me, you told me that I should be harsh and frank with you.” That made the large hero paused. “You told me that if you were going to be sitting here for an hour at a time, I should make it worth your time. So here I am.” His therapist responded calmly as he crossed his legs leaning back in his chair. “You leave out of that door right now, I will have no choice but to inform the commission that you are unfit and unwell to continue your job as a hero and have you suspended of all hero work until I deem you fit enough to do so.” Izuku turned to look back at the man who sat rather unbothered. He smiled as he motioned for Izuku to sit back where he was before.

Izuku let out a sigh, knowing that he should stay. He walked to sit back down where he was, falling back with a sigh as he said nothing more to that.

His therapist smiled. “Thank you, Mr Midoriya. Often than not, the first step to getting better is knowing that you need help and then accepting it.” He reminded the green haired hero. “Now… how are the boys?”

Izuku didn’t answer immediately. When last did he talk to the boys? When last did he see the boys?  The last vivid time he remembered his sons’ faces was at the funeral, everything after that felt like a blur. Were they already back at school? “They’re… fine.”

His therapist let out a hum as he noted down something in his notebook. “And how are you?”

“Me? I’m fine.”

His therapist looked at him through his lenses before letting out a sigh. He leaned forward. “Mr Midoriya, you entered the scene where your son had been brutally murdered.” He started off, getting to the cusp of it. “You have, unjusticely, been at the cusp of some media frenzy of them saying that you weren’t fast enough or good enough or still in your prime to have saved your son. You have been working like a dog, day and night and by the reports of your office hours, I doubt you even get more than three hours of sleep. You are out there breaking yourself in half, trying to atone for something that isn’t your fault and you are leaving your family behind. Your wife is currently at home with your children, trying to keep it all together while you are out there when you should be spending time with your family. Mr Midoriya, I’ll ask you one more time… how are you?”

The front door opened as Izuku entered his house. The first thing that caught his eye was the candle next to the photo of the smiling five year old boy who had hair too wild and free and a smile so bright and lovely. Inko had said that Shoyo was a direct copy and paste (minus a few of your genetics) of Izuku. Staring at him now was still painful and yet Izuku gave him a small smile.

He slipped off his shoes and entered the house. Just as he did so, he noticed that there wasn’t the sound of playing in the living room or the sound of boys giggling outside. It was mostly silent. It had been silent for a while now and Izuku wasn’t surprised.

Izuku hated the silence.

Walking out of the kitchen with a glass of orange juice was Toshinori, headphones blasting in his ears as he kept one hand in his grey sweats as he manoeuvred out of the kitchen. At the sight of his father, his eyes widened as he jumped, dropping his glass of juice. Before Izuku could react, suddenly dark green tendrils wrapped around the glass.

Izuku’s eyebrows furrowed, knowing he didn’t activate One for All yet. Being carried just a few inches off the ground was Toshinori’s cup of juice with blackwhip coming from his knuckles. Toshinori’s eyes moved to his father. He carefully bent down to pick up his cup before slipping off his headphones, pausing the music. “Afternoon, dad.” He greeted. “You’re back early.” He let out unsure, knowing that normally when- if, his father came home, it would be late at night when he was far too asleep to notice.

Izuku nodded. “I am.” His eyes moved down to blackwhip that slowly retracted itself into Toshinori’s knuckles. He tilted his head confused, pointing towards Toshinori’s left hand. “Since when could you use blackwhip?”

Toshinori looked down at his hand before looking back up at his father. “Since a week ago. Nearly dropped a wine bottle but luckily I caught it just in time.”

“Wine?”

“I cooked dinner.”

“Since when did you cook dinner?”

“Since mom wasn’t able to cook dinner.”

“Since when was mom unable to cook dinner?”

“Depends on the day. Some days are harder for her than others.” He shrugged. Izuku’s eyebrows furrowed at that, a pang of guilt seeping into his chest. Toshinori looked to the side for a moment before forcing a smile to his face as he headed towards the staircase. “I’ve got a paper to finish and I need to make sure Asahi is doing his homework-”

“Toshinori.” Izuku put a hand on his eldest son’s shoulder. Toshinori paused as he turned to look at his dad. Izuku was slow as he walked closer to Toshinori. He took Toshinori’s cup of juice, putting it on the side table. The teenager’s looked confused before his eyes widened as he was pulled into a hug against his will. He froze in his father’s embrace, eyes wide and his body stiff. “I’m sorry.” Izuku whispered. Slowly he felt his son ease into his hold, slumping against him. “You did good, but I’ve gotta tap you out now. You should rest.”

Toshinori didn’t say a word but he nodded his head, a shaky sigh leaving his throat as he buried his head in the crook of his father’s neck. His hands gripped onto Izuku’s back painfully hard but Izuku didn’t push him away.

After that Izuku went up to his and your room where Toshinori said you would be. Izuku entered the room, to find you sitting there with Koda. Koda had his head in your lap, fast asleep. You looked away from the show about a blue dog on the TV, and to your husband. Your eyes widened in surprise. You checked the time on your phone before looking back at him surprised. There were bags under your eyes and you looked drained. You all looked drained, besides Koda who seemed to be enjoying his nap with his little knitted blanket you made for him when he was a baby, over him.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you straightened up. “Izuku… you’re here.” You whispered to him.

“I am.” He affirmed. He looked down at his youngest son. The both of you had consciously pulled him out of kindergarten despite him only being there for a few short months. After Shoyo, the both of you had wordlessly expressed your fear of losing another little sprout. Izuku walked over to you, he picked up Koda effortlessly.

Your eyes widened as you weakly reached up to stop him. “It’s okay, I-”

Izuku shook his head, silently taking your youngest son to his own room. Izuku barely remembered the last time he held Koda like this. The little boy, although asleep like a log, moved to wrap his arms around Izuku’s neck comfortingly putting his head of green hair to rest on him. Izuku swallowed down a sob and fought a frown as he carefully laid Koda to bed, drawing the blinds and leaving him for an afternoon nap.

You were still seated where Izuku had left you when he came back. He closed the door behind him but stood there, keeping space between you and him. Neither of you said anything. This was the most time Izuku had spent in your presence in the past three months that wasn’t him asleep or just passing by.

“How was your day?” You let out quietly, scared of the usual answer he would give you. He would dismiss you without second thought. He didn’t answer, affirming that your question was once again given in vain.

“I…” You looked up at him. His eyes were down casted. “I saw the shrink.”

Your eyebrows twitched up in surprise that he was telling you something about his day that wasn’t just a simple ‘fine’. “And… how did it go?” You asked softly.

He didn’t answer immediately again. You saw your husband’s head drop for a moment. His hands balled into fists and you saw he was trembling. You saw tears fall down his cheeks as he seemed to be biting back a sob. You don’t know with what strength nor from where but you stood up and walked over to him. Right before you could even touch him, your husband crumbled on the floor.

“I’m sorry.” You heard weakly from him.

You went down on your knees joining him on the ground. “Izuku…”

“I failed you.” His voice cracked as he held his hands to his face, trembling in front of you. “I failed the boys, I failed Shoyo. If only I was there just two minutes earlier-”

“It’s not your fault.” You reminded him as you moved your hands onto him, touching him for the first time in months. “You couldn’t have known or have been any faster than you were. You didn’t fail me, or the boys or him.”

Izuku shook his head as he looked up at you with red eyes. “Y/N. I can’t… I…” He fought back a sob as he stopped for a second. “I’m tired. I’m so tired. And- and I’m so sorry I left you all alone.” You stilled at that. You looked away from him fighting your own tears as you tried your best to be the comforting good wife he needed you to be when you felt like anything but. “I’ve been a horrible husband. I haven’t been here for you.”

You scowled as you tried to fight the tears. “You haven’t.” You affirmed softly.

“I know you needed me.”

“I did.” You looked at him, with a mix of anger and disappointment but mostly sadness. You gasped as you let the tears fall. “And you weren’t here.”

He shook his head with a sad smile. “I wasn’t.” You didn’t look at him as you looked down at your lap. “But…” You felt one of his hands move you to look up at him. “I’m here now.”

There was a knock at the door. “Mom I-” Entering the room was Toshinori who paused. Lying there in bed, with his arms around you was Izuku. The both of you were dead asleep, bags under your eyes and faces puffy but you were both asleep. Together.

Toshinori eased. He gave a small smile as he decided he’ll let the both of you sleep.

-Glitch1d

7 months ago

HAWKS ANGST!!!! 🫡 Im ready captain.

just gonna put content warning here; reader dies due to complication during childbirth!

HAWKS ANGST!!!! 🫡 Im Ready Captain.

post war, keigo is ready to settle down. he's got this desk job as president of the commission, and he looks forward to coming home to you every night. snuggling up like usual, though there's an absence that makes the bed feel emptier at night. he doesn't have to watch out for feathers or an appendage when he tosses and turns.

it's two years post war and four years into your relationship when he brings up having kids and starting a family. by now, the two of you have had the marriage talk and agreed that marriage wasn't exactly necessary-- but if it happened, it would happen.

but kids?

you weren't sure where the whole family talk was coming from. you knew about the ugly childhood he had, and how he still struggles with blame and responsibility. he wanted to have kids even with all of that trauma?

the topic is dropped after a quick argument that leaves the both of you sick to your stomach and lying back to back with each other to sleep that night. he doesn't bring up kids for a bit after that, but the universe always has ways of fucking with either one of you-- and one day several months down the line, you slam a positive pregnancy test down in front of him while he sits at his desk as he works from home.

and yes, eventually; you fall in love with the idea of having kids with keigo. it's kind of hard not to while you're actively carrying one with him.

and it all goes smoothly, keigo is so soft and doting to you, he makes you appreciate every day as it comes when he lies at night against your side, cooing soft words into the skin of your swollen stomach. the toothy grins he shoots you when he receives a kick back when he's placing feather-like kisses along your bump.

he leans in so eagerly to the whole family thing, the future he had been hoping for since he settled into his position at work, that you're afraid he's preparing a little too much for it.

keigo thought he was prepared for fatherhood.

he was not prepared for the sound of a flat-lining heart monitor in the middle of your daughter's delivery.

and even more now, several years later; on the anniversary of your death-- your childs birthday-- it haunts him. he struggles with the fact that he simultaneously lost the most important person in his life while also gaining one on the same day.

he never knows how to spend these days anymore, since his daughter turned 15. she looks too much like you. acts too much like you, he can see it in her eyes and when she makes certain faces at him even though you haven't been around at all to teach her how to make those expressions.

how does she know how to do them so well that it causes his gut to react so violently?

it's her 20th birthday this time. for the past four years she's been visiting your grave by herself. it's tradition-- she visits, spends about ten minutes meditating and dreaming about what you would look like if you were alive today (though she knows what you look like, keigo keeps pictures around the house. he's not that far down in denial anymore) and then she leaves a small joint and a half burned cigarette.

keigo always told her that you never finished cigarettes-- you only smoke when you drank, and could never finish a full one. and even though keigo doesn't like to know that his daughter is smoking, he knows who's leaving the joints. he finds them every year when he visits, hours after his daughter has left and has moved on to whatever plans she had scheduled for the night.

maybe he'll confront her one day about it. he knows he won't, because if you were here-- you'd be sitting on the balcony sharing it with her anyway.

© accidentcache do not repost, translate or alter my work without permission. all rights reserved.

1 year ago
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11 months ago
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