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loving you is bigger than my head | Izuku Midoriya

“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

Words: 4.1k

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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Pupkashi! Congratulations on 1k!! You deserved it!!🎉💙 may I please request a drabble with the prompt  “aw, sweetheart you know you don’t have to ask...come here.” From the Water category with  “you’re my everything.” From the Cocktails category with our favorite white haired man, Gojo Satoru!💙

thank you friend !! i hope you enjoy this little piece :3 let me know what you think <3 !

warnings: mentions of feeling insecure / not good enough

3:27 am

your eyes were burning, but the second you laid down the tears you were holding back threatened to flow, and the sobs you were keeping at bay would slip past your lips.

it wasn’t something satoru did or said to make you feel insecure, he was always so perfect to you. in fact, it’s because he was so perfect that you felt like you’d never be enough for him.

why you? from everyone he could choose from, why would he choose you?

‘he chose me.’

‘he chose me,’ you’re trying to remind yourself, hot tears flowing down your face. your fingers ghosted over the keyboard, debating wether or not you should message him. you put your phone down, you shouldn’t bother him.

it’s like he had a sixth sense when it came to you. your phone lighting up only seconds later with a text from him.

hi baby <333

through teary eyes and shaky hands you typed out your message quickly, biting your bottom lip as you sent the text.

can you come home?

he replies in seconds, attentive as always.

are you okay? I’m omw

you hear his footsteps before you see him, the door to your shared bedroom opening quietly, satoru quickly taking in your state and rushing to your side.

“oh sweetheart” he mumbles, not bothering to slip out of his uniform as his arms wrap around you, bringing you close to him, one hand rubbing your back and the other smoothing your hair. “I’m right here baby,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head.

when you finally calm down, he’s slipping out of his uniform, sliding under the covers with you. “you wanna talk about it?” his voice is gentle, thumb wiping away a stray tear from your face.

you nod your head, clearing your throat a bit, sitting a bit straighter and fiddling with the edge of the blanket, was that string always there?

“i just” you let out a shaky breath, satoru doesn’t rush you, only staring at you with soft eyes, “am i enough for you? don’t you deserve better?” you don’t look up as the words leave your mouth.

satoru can feel his heart break in his chest, he can feel the shards of his heart lodging into his sides as he stares at you.

“you’re my everything” it feels second nature to tell you that, to tell you how much he loves you and how much you mean to him, “you’re more than enough for me sweets” he’s leaning closer to you, one of his hands slipping under you chin, gently making you face him.

“you’re all i ever need” telling you that was easy to him. it’s easy to love someone as perfect for him as you were.

“who else is gonna tell me off? who’s gonna laugh at my terrible jokes? who am i gonna watch bad romcoms with?” his eyes look like they’re shimmering with love as he stares at you, like you created the universe.

you laugh a bit, sniffling as you tear your eyes away from his, wiping away the couple of tears that ran down your face.

“i love you, pretty” his words are dripping with sincerity, and the feeling of his hand intwining with your serves as a reminder of his words. the warmth of his hands mending your heart, because it’s only you in the entire world who feels the warmth of his palms.

it’s only you that know how warm he runs, how cuddly he gets at night. it’s only you who he never has his infinity on with. it’s only you he drops everything for at a moments notice.

the two of you only sit there in silence for a second, letting you compose yourself before you’re excusing yourself to wash your face, coming back and finding satoru standing at the foot of the bed.

“are you leaving?” you ask, satoru smiles at you.

“you think I’m gonna leave you at a time like this?” he’s throwing his uniform in the hamper and taking large strides to you, kissing your nose before sweeping you off your feet and throwing you onto the bed.

“I’m not going anywhere sweetheart” he mumbles, “just picking up after myself” smiling as he peppers kisses on your face. he only stops when your lips capture his, smiling into the kiss.

the two of you slip under the covers quickly, battling for the blanket for a second before you both finally settle in.

“can i be the little spoon?” you whisper.

“aw sweetheart you know you don’t have to ask” he mumbles, extending his arms and scooting a bit closer to you, “cmere.”

he’s kissing the top of your head, arms gripping you tightly and sighing happily. you felt the warmth of his body on yours, his lips just barely ghosting over your shoulder before he presses a kiss there.

“gnight sweets” he whispers, “i love you so much” he presses another kiss to your shoulder.

“i love you more, my angel boy” you mumble, eyes heavier by the second, the comfort of his body against yours paired with his cologne making it harder to stay awake, “sweet dreams.”

you’re asleep by the time satoru replies, “any dream with you is sweet” giggling to himself before closing his eyes, squeezing you a bit closer to him.