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justpeaxchy · 2 years

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𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧.

Summary: you start to recall all the memories you and izuku made. All seemed well, but why did things have to change?

Warnings: angst, reader is implied as a female, recalled memories, mentions of death, reader doesn't eat for several days, some descriptions of depression.

!Note! The symbol "♪" has a link to a song for each part of the story if you wanna read it with that just to fit the mood <3

(h/n = hero name)

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"Izuku Midoriya!"

Your shout echoed across the hallway, signaling izuku - no, more like warning him of your presence. He knew this was a bad idea.

Your footsteps could be heard all the way from the doorstep and he couldn't help but laugh at how loud you could be sometimes. With one quick slide across the floor, you were already standing in the hallway, sweater and pants on.

"Did you think you could leave all by yourself to the store?" You held up your chin as if you had all the authority in the world, ignoring the fact that your husband was the number one hero.

He held up his hands in defense, a slight smirk on his lips. "Alright, you got me. I'm sorry I should've consulted with you first." His hands slowly opened the door as he pretended to bow like you were royalty. "Right this way, ma'am!"

You huffed, smiling like a child who just got their favorite toy. "Mhm."

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"H/n just recently started to sky rocket in the hero charts! Let's see if she can make it up there with her husband, Deku!"

"Just in, H/n saved some fellow citizens from a train crash with her quirk at the right time! You saw it here, folks, looks like a new hero is starting to gain popularity!"

You turned off your phone, amused but shook your head with exhaustion nonetheless. Only a few weeks have passed and you're barely starting to get recognized by the public for being a hero. It was true that you were climbing the ranks and making your way up there but that didn't matter too much. Honestly, it was better when you weren't that popular.

Without warning your phone suddenly started to ring, alerting you to snap out of your thoughts. You groaned in irritation, that thing had been going off all day.

Without looking at the caller you answered. "Hello?"

"Well, good afternoon to you too, y/n." Izuku's soft laughter filled your ears and you immediately perked up at his voice.

"Izuku! Why are you calling me?"

You heard him exhale as if he had just been punched, a little sass in his voice as he answered "Aren't I allowed to call my wife if I want to?" He chuckled once again and you found yourself treasuring every second of it.

"Yea yea. You hardly ever call because you're so busy. What's up?" You walked alongside a park and glanced at the children playing. Your patrol this afternoon wasn't that bad.

"Oh...you see.." There was a bit of what sounded like shuffling in the background, making you wonder what was happening. "I wanted to see you but I also knew that you probably didn't get lunch yet.."

Where was he going with this?

"Yea..? And?" You took a few more glances as you walked. This wasn't just a lovely stroll, sadly, so you did your part and took note of the area for anything suspicious. "Y'know that could've downplayed you really hard if I did get lunch."

"Aha...very funny." His sentence didn't sound joyous at all but the shuffling became louder.

"Hey, what are you doing? It sounds like you're burying someone." You snorted when he choked at the sudden remark. He often did that when something shocked him or you said something out of the ordinary.

"Y/n! Why would I do that? And here I was taking you some lunch."

"Mhm - wait. Lunch? What do you m-"

Today was full of surprises it seems. Before you could finish your sentence something, or rather someone, came charging down in front of you. The force of the air was enough to knock you off your own feet, which it did - almost.

You yelped and began to trip to your death but a strong arm wrapped around your waist to prevent any harm that was about to happen. Everything was so fast you didn't know what to think anymore. It felt like the life got sucked out of you for a second. And you were a hero.

" 'M sorry did I scare you too much?"

You opened your eyes quicker than you ever had before. Did he really just do that?

As you turned your head you saw the one and only, izuku. He looked down at you as he held you in one arm and in his other hand he held a bag of what you assumed was food. A delicate smile found its way onto his lips and he brought you back on your feet - at least more properly.

"You hungry?"

You couldn't stop the unexpected feeling of butterflies in your stomach as you stared at him longer than you should have. He went that far just to bring you food. It almost made you laugh.

Shaking your head, you sighed. "Mhm..!"

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"Izuku I don't know about this one."

You desperately grabbed onto the ends of his jacket. Your eyes were threatening to form tears but you stopped yourself as much as possible from letting that happen. He was set out for an undercover mission along with a few other heroes. One of them including Iida. Underneath his jacket was his hero suit and he got ready to wear a hat and shades with it. Cliche, yes, but it somehow always worked in his department.

"Love, I already told you the plan. We're gonna be fine, okay?" He turned around to face you, his eyes held the most sincerity as he reached for your hand, gently caressing small circles on it. "I promise it'll be alright. We've got this under control." His signature smile sprang to life and you couldn't find the right words to speak.

Why couldn't you just speak up?

When he didn't hear you reply he gently kissed the top of your head, frowning slightly when you looked down.

"Y/n, love. Look at me..please?" His voice grew softer, almost weaker, and his eyes desperately searched for yours. All he wanted in that moment was for you to know that he was going to be okay.

You didn't know why it was so difficult to just look at him. You tried, you really did. Instead, the same tears that you tried to hold back this entire time came flooding out. It was unexpected but at the same time it didn't surprise you.

"Why...why do you have to go on this one? Can't you just stay here this time? For me..?" You choked back a sob and caved into Izuku's opened arms, tightly grabbing onto his jacket again.

This specific mission wasn't just an ordinary one. The villain they were after was a dangerous one. Not just an everyday "dangerous villain" but a serious threat to the people of Japan. They recently started to get recognized at Musutafu but when their crimes became too much for people in that city and even outside of it, they became a lead target for a lot of heroes.

Their quirk, ability to drain the life from someone with just a simple touch. Multiple reports had been spread around the city and outside of it for a warning but it did no good. People, innocent people, were getting killed left and right because of one person that was born with such a devastating quirk. You didn't even want to find out how that person came to know about their quirk in the first place. All that mattered was izuku at that moment. It felt selfish to think of only him but fear overtook you and your emotions so much that you didn't know what to do with yourself.

Being a hero everyday was already hard when everyone assumes you were going to be there to save them. Save their lives. Sure, daily patrols weren't always as life threatening, but going in action and defending those around you felt as if you were on a timer. A timer that was set for everyone that was put in danger because of a villain. You only had a certain amount of time to catch them and save the day. If not, then you automatically put the lives of everyone else in danger, including yours.

You never liked to put yourself in a high stool. It wasn't your style. You just found yourself lucky to have a quirk like yours. The ability to touch someone and have them freeze completely. Not with real ice, just simply making them stay in place. When you did so, their quirk also stopped working. That also applied to objects. The one thing you learned in this world, was if you had a catchy or strong quirk, you'll be recognized by the public. But that wasn't what you wanted. You didn't want izuku to be so popular like he was because you knew the bad sides to it.

You knew that since he was the number one hero that his life would most likely always be on the line. His schedule was always jam-packed and your plans with each other were almost always changed because of something important.

"Y/n...you know I can't cancel the plan. Everyone is putting their efforts into this and so should I. They're counting on me too." Izuku's hand rested on top of your head and he thought about what might happen. This wasn't a simple task. He knew that. His heart knew it was the right thing to do.

He just felt a small tug in the back of his head to stay with you. But he knew that was probably always there whenever he wasn't around you.

"Hey, it'll be alright. You can trust me. Okay?" He lifted your face to look at him. Your eyes had become red from the crying you did but that didn't change his perspective on how beautiful you were.

You knew that he was stubborn. Especially when it came to hero work. He would always do anything to save the people around him. So you did what you could only do in that moment. Agree with him.

"Mhm. Just..come back."

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The sound of rain was getting louder. Each drop on the windows was getting faster and faster. It annoyed you to no end. You used to love the rain. It was your favorite weather.

What happened?

What happened to the y/n that was so carefree?

That's the question you ask yourself every now and then. It just became a small fly buzzing around in your head as time progressed. No one will truly know what happened to her.

You groggily opened your eyes to your dark room once more. The only light was from the moon, and even that wasn't as bright. "Stupid.."

You begrudgingly got out of bed and stared at the ground for some long minutes. When was the last time you ate again? You blinked, trying to remember exactly how long it had been. It quickly became an exhaustion so you tossed that thought away. It didn't matter that much.

The days were dragging you along with them and you were tired of it. Why was everyday so hard? Your mouth felt dry as you thought about yourself and how long it's been like this. Only one month but it felt like a year.

With all of your strength you grabbed the remote on your nightstand, turning on the TV with no interest in actually watching it. You sometimes kept it on in the background for noise. It took you a moment to realize what channel was on and what the people on there were saying.

'We are still grieving the loss of the number one hero-'

You quickly changed it. Your breathing rapidly started to quicken, coming in short breaths.

'As we remember our number one hero and what he did-'

'Izuku midoriya? Well, he was a great man. He sure did save a lot of lives..'

'He'll always be in our hearts for what he did. Izuku Midoriya.'

With one click of the remote you turned off the tv completely, tears were streaming down your cheeks and you hadn't even realized it.

"Ah.. that's why I don't watch tv anymore." You glanced at the picture on your nightstand. It was facing downwards so you couldn't actually see it but your body moved on its own and you saw the one person you hadn't seen in a month.

You and izuku were taking a picture. You remembered that day, ironically. It was that same day where he brought you lunch. His smile looked genuine and so innocent. He looked happy. So did you.

A sob shook your whole body as you clutched onto your chest in hopes to calm your breathing. "I told you to stay home, dummy."

No one truly knows what happened to the real y/n. The one where izuku was alive and by her side.

Another piece of her died with him, she assumed.

#i thought of this randomly #sorry guys #anyway 🫠#i like how i get so upset when i see stories saying how izuku dies in the future (not actually upset just emotional) and here i am #writing about it #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #deku x reader #izuku #mha #deku x y/n #mha midoriya #mha x reader #midoriya izuku #mha angst

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wayfaringauthorofficial · 1 year

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WIP UPDATE!!

Title: Stone

Chapters planned: 45

Chapters written: 24

Page count goal: 350

Current page count: 193

Summary: It’s been two years since Triana’s conquest to take down Christian. Now that he is king, he’s faced with new problems. Nick is on a quest of his own, and it’s up to the cousins to get him through it alive.

The end is closer than you think. I write very fast.

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seegoat · 1 year

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wild link and revali bonding over a mutual distaste for enclosed spaces

#writing about it #thinking about it #on the mind

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rox-and-prose · 7 months

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i love the french, i love the way they pronounce Rs like they're disgusted with them

#roxy writes #meanwhile the english seem to have some sort of phobia about them #perhaps this is related

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catmask · 6 months

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when u go to write a mentally ill person in ur story you are presented two options. the first option is to write your mental illness realistically as you actually experience it with all the ups and downs and people who are like you will resonate with it and feel seen. except every person who reads instagram infographics on mental health that uses the phrase narcicisst for anyone who does anything that crosses them and unironically call themself a dark empath will call you scary and tell you that youre demonizing mentally ill people

the second option is to lie and write inspiration porn for those people to get hard to

#just kidding the third option is i drive myself insane #trying to find a way to write someone like me in a way i may be respected as a human being #without shaving away the more frightening aspects of my experience or life #challenge level . impossible. i will die. or they will make youtube 3 hour long rant videos about it someday #scratchpost #txt

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jailforwriter · 10 months

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Getting inspired to write is actually really easy! All you need to do is be the busiest you've ever been in your entire life and as far away from a computer as humanly possible. Hope this helps 🥰

#i just know the guys in the titan sub suddenly remembered all their abandoned wips and felt real crushed about it #writeblr #writing #writing inspiration #writing inspo #writing community #writing memes #writing humor #writing problems

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inkskinned · 9 months

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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

#almost wrote the champagne line as ''effervescent'' but legit could not write it without saying ''effervescent like a snail''#ah tumblr...#writeblr #warm up #idk . having trouble writing rn #ps i don't like to talk about it . it is my medical information. but before you ask. yes this is about being on the spectrum #i really don't like when ppl make my writing about how im [whatever ID]. i want it to ring true for the people who it rings true for #i don't want it to be like ''awwwww look at this person!!! she's the EXCEPTION!!! :)" .....#no.... not really.....#idk something gross happens whenever i admit to certain conditions and i turn into like inspiration p*rnography #like yes they actually let us use keyboards these days #furthermore i just... dont feel comfortable talking about this part of me. i had too bad of a childhood. adhd is one thing...#this one im like. still coming to terms with. which is like. my own journey.#idk. just please be kind. some things are more private than others. this one feels private to me.#i do not know how to help others w/this . and i do not know how to help myself. i will talk about it if im ever ready. idk if that will #actually ever happen #ty in advance i love u im kissing you we are kissing somewhere on the spectrum

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timelesslords · 5 months

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thinking about how the hunger games were designed to prove that without society, order, government, someone to rule, we devolve into little more than animals, and how the games themselves prove over and over again that this is not true. We see it in every single game we witness.

Katniss placing flowers around Rue's body in the arena. Thresh sparing Katniss because she was kind to Rue, even though he was making it that much harder for himself to win.

Haymitch going back for Maysilee after hearing her scream even though their alliance had been broken. Haymitch holding her as she dies the same way Katniss did Rue.

Coral's "I can't have killed them all for nothing" when she realizes she's not going home. Lamina cutting down Marcus at great personal risk. And, my favorite moment in tbosas, Reaper collecting the bodies of his fellow tributes, his peers, even the ones who tried to kill him, into a pile. Taking the weapons from their hands. Closing their eyes and crossing their arms in the best approximation of a proper burial he can manage, covering them with the Capitol flag as a makeshift shroud.

The Games bring out the worst in people, yes. But despite the extreme circumstances, despite the exterior pressure of the Capitol, despite the fact that it could mean pain and heartbreak and death, it also shows that people have an enormous capacity for goodness. That even in a situation purposefully designed to make empathy impossible, people can't help but have it anyway.

Snow looks at the Games and all he can see is what's inside himself-- this pure animalistic drive to conquer and defeat. He kills and it feels good and he thinks that everyone else must feel that way too. He doesn't realize (maybe can't realize) that he is the exception, not the rule. He cannot see outside himself, outside his own warped perspective, to realize that the fact that people do show humanity in the games proves his entire worldview wrong.

#tbosas #the hunger games #im sure someone has already said this much more eloquently than this #but i cant stop thinking about it #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #hunger games #tbosas spoilers #thg #catching fire #i could write a thesis on this #suzanne collins the woman you are

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noperopesaredope · 6 months

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I wish we had more female characters like Eleanor Shellstrop. One of the most unlikable people you've ever met. Read a Buzzfeed article on most rude things you can do on a daily basis and decided to use that as a list of goals. Makes everyone's day worse just by being there. Dropped a margarita mix on the ground and tried to pick it up, only to get hit by a row of shopping carts which pushed her into the road where she was hit by a boner pill delivery truck, killing her instantly. Cannot keep a romantic partner despite being bisexual. Had a terrible childhood but will die before she gets therapy. Best employee at a scam company. Just the worst but also can't help but root for her to improve.

Absolute loser. Girl-failure. Bad at almost everything. Literally perfect female character.

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