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star-struck01 · 1 day ago

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todo sibling gc: promise / natsuo gets hitched

feat: todoroki siblings, you are dating touya <3

warnings / cache notes: language, fem!reader, all siblings are legal age to drink, if there’s any typos or whatever no you didn’t see it

req📌: ✔️ a LOOOIOOT of you req something with the fam and natsuo’s wedding related so i mixed two asks together! tehes

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star-struck01 · 3 days ago

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Late Night Talks

When the 3 am talks get a little deep

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Izuku Midoriya x GN! Reader

CW! One comment about suicide and insecurities

Imagine lying in bed with Izuku. He’s lying on the bed properly while you’re flipped the other way, both of which are shifted enough so you can grab each other’s hands and not risk the other's foot in their face. Your fingers lightly trace the scars on his hands, bending his fingers down except for the middle and giggling as you flip him off with his own hand. You feel him shake his head against the pillow, amused by your childish actions. The two of you had been talking for what felt like 30 minutes when the conversation began to lull and your curiosity had gotten the better of you. You sat up slightly to check the time on your alarm clock. The clock read 3 am. The two of you had begun talking at 10 pm. It had definitely not been a 30-minute conversation. You turned to see that Izuku had already raised his head to look at you with a puzzled look. “It’s already 3 am,” you said, laying your head back down on the foot of your bed. “I didn’t realize that we’ve been up for so long.”

He chuckles and begins tracing shapes into the back of your hand. “Time flies when you’re having fun,” his chuckle turns into a short laugh as he hears you groan in response. “I mean it’s true; time does fly when you’re having fun.” He squeezes your hand three times before continuing the little patterns that he was drawing onto your skin.

“Mm, do you ever wonder what life would've been like if you didn’t make certain choices? Like if you did or didn’t listen to someone.” The question came to you randomly, like seeing a shooting star in the night sky. There are many stars, but for some reason this one caught your attention by falling. You hear Izuku hum in thought; his finger begins to tap against the back of your hand.

“I try not to think about it often because the choices I make could threaten the lives of others.” This answer startles you a little, but it’s not an unexpected answer; you should’ve known that he thinks about this stuff, as you know, he’s one of the country’s greatest heroes. “Sometimes, though, when I really get into my thoughts, I think about what the world might’ve been like if I had actually done what Kacchan had asked me to do in middle school.” He squeezes your hand again when he hears your sharp intake of air. “But if I did, then he and I wouldn’t have mended our relationship, I wouldn’t have met the people at UA, and I especially wouldn’t have met you.” He lifts his head to look at you and flashes you a cheesy smile; his eyes widen when he hears you sniffle.

“Oh Izuku,” You let out a whimper and sat up, moving to cuddle into his side and bury your face into the crook of his neck and shoulder.

“Don’t worry; those thoughts come very rarely, only ever when I feel like I didn’t do my best to save anyone.” His scarred hand moves up and down your back to comfort you, which is crazy because you should be the one comforting him. Oh Izuku, always thinking of others before himself. “Let me ask the question back to you: Do you ever wonder what life would’ve been like if you didn’t make the choices you did?”

You chuckle softly and look up at him as he looks at you as best as he could without smacking you with his chin. “Mine seems so silly compared to yours now,” you laugh awkwardly. “I was going to talk about how if I went to UA instead of Shiketsu, or if I decided to listen to my parents and become a doctor instead of a hero.”

“Those aren’t silly; they’re still life-changing.” You smile softly and sit up to look at him properly, your hand pressed against his chest. He looks up at you, smiling back as he reaches up to cup the side of your face.

“I love you, Izuku, and everything about you.” You look briefly to the side in thought. “Well, except for the scary All Might figurine that you insisted on getting and placing in a spot where it always seems like he’s watching me.” You shiver and turn your head a little more to glare at the figurine placed on a shelf in your room, his little beady eyes looking into yours.

Izuku lets out a hearty laugh and pulls you back down into his arms. “I love you too, now c’mon, let’s attempt to get some sleep.” He kisses the top of your head and pulls the blanket over the two of you. Your head resting above his heart, slowly falling asleep to the rhythmic thumping within his chest.

#x reader #x female reader #x gn reader #x male reader #mha x reader #izuku x reader #izuku x female reader #izuku x male reader #izuku midoriya #izuku midoriya x reader

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star-struck01 · 3 days ago

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Izuku Midoriya

Late Night Talks

When the 3 am talks get a little deep

#x reader #x female reader #x gn reader #x male reader #mha x reader #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #izuku x female reader #izuku x male reader #izuku midoriya x reader

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star-struck01 · 3 days ago

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"I Love You"

A story about sending letters to your husband after he's left

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To my darling husband,

I love you. So much that it physically pains me when you are not here. It has been three months since you have gone. And everything I thought was easy is not. I tried to fix that leaky faucet the other day. It's been dripping since you left. I wanted to see if I could do it myself. It was hard. I called the plumber. He asked me "What's a beautiful lady like you doing this by yourself? Dontcha have a husband who can do it for ya?" I told him I was flattered by the compliment, but my husband was away. The conversation got awkward, so I offered him a drink. That's what you're supposed to do right? I'm not too sure because that's something that you always did. You were the talkative one. The news said that the war is over, I guess that's why the streets have been so noisy lately. I haven't left the house much. I get our lovely neighbour to get the groceries for me. She understands. She knows what it's like when your husband is gone. Except hers has run away with his new girlfriend. Everyone is judging our neighbour, but I know that she isn't what they say she is. She isn't a bore, and she isn't bad in bed or a good cook. Well I can't confirm that she isn't bad in bed. She simply isn't my type. I hope you laughed while reading that. I thought it was quite humorous. Our favourite show is on now, I'll tape it for you and won't spoil the episodes. I love you.

From,

Your darling wife.

To my darling husband,

I love you. It has now been seven months since you've gone. Our neighbour has gotten sick, I worry about her. I made her your favourite soup that always worked wonders when you got ill. Except that one time, and you had to go to the hospital. You complained about everything the whole time. How the bed wasn't as comfortable as the one at home. How you couldn't watch our favourite show because the hospital didn't have that channel. How the food sucked and how I wasn't there beside you. Our groceries are running low. I'm going to have to go out to get them. This will be the first time that I go outside without you by my side. I miss the same jokes you cracked as we walked down the same route. Some may find that annoying, and I did, but now since you're gone I can't help but crack them myself to the wind. Hoping the wind will carry them to you like it does the flower petals in spring. I miss that too. Watching you lay in the field filled with flowers, butterflies landing on your nose. I should stop stalling and get those groceries. I love you.

From,

Your darling wife.

To my darling husband,

I love you. It's been a year since you've been gone. The owner of your favourite store was surprised when I walked in. He told me he didn't think I would ever come in again. I told him that this is one of the few places that hold your memory. That I can still picture you walking in every day. The shopkeeper thinks so too, he can feel you there in every creak and scuffle in the shop. I smiled and left. The ladies who work at the department store say I look like a ghost. That I'm so pale it looks like I'm fading right in front of them. Although that's silly because people can't do that. Except I watched you fade from my life. My darling husband, why do I feel isolated in my own home? There's no one here, and yet I feel like there are people watching, thousands of little eyes calculating and judging my every move. They whisper too. Their whispers slipping in through the cracks under the door and between the floorboards. "Did you know that she has no husband?" "Poor girl, all alone with no one to help." The whispers say. But that isn't true. I have a husband. I'm not alone. Bet yet you're not here. Please come back. I love you.

From,

Your darling wife.

To my darling husband,

I love you. It's been almost two years since you've gone. I've figured that you aren't coming back. I called your brother to help me clean out your things. It's time for me to move on. We put your things in boxes. They'll probably go to a donation centre. I've kept a couple of your things that I cannot part with. Our wedding album, the tickets from the baseball game you took me to on our first date, and some of your shirts and sweaters. I also kept your cologne, something that I'll begin to wear myself. Your brother found a photo of you that your father took. It was when we were first moving into our apartment with the too small kitchen. That's where you are in the photo. Leaning against the counter and looking over to where I was when the photo was taken. I cried. I collapsed onto the floor and your brother took me into his arms. He cried too. I held him. He held me. We sat like that for a while. The sun began to set, and he had to go home to his family. I sent him off with your favourite soup. I love you.

From,

Your darling wife.

To my darling husband,

I love you. It's been three years since you've gone. Are you happy where you are? Do the birds chirp and the flowers grow like they do here? Or are they better? I have begun seeing someone. It feels like I'm betraying you. Except you're the one who left, so you've betrayed me. I could never hate you. I love you too much to do that. This new guy is nowhere near how perfect you were. His smiles don't shine as bright as the sun, and he doesn't snort when he laughs. His beauty is like the moon and his laugh is like birdsong. The two of you are very different. But I like it differently. He took me to a museum on our first date, not as chaotic as ours. It's my first date since you've been gone. The first few moments with him were terrifying. I felt stupid, actually. I felt stupid because you're my husband. Not him. But as the minutes went on and hours passed I realized that he can be good for me like you were. He isn't you, no, and he will never replace you. But he is something new and different. He sees me. He sees that I've been hurting and what I've been through. At the end of our date he told me that, he also said that he understood if I didn't want to continue seeing him. I turned and smiled at him. "Thank you. I see you." We've gone on a couple more dates now, and I think that you've sent him to me yourself. You looked through a sea of people and gave me the best one. Well, the second best as you come first. Thank you for gifting me him, and thank you for letting me love again. I love you.

From,

Your darling wife.

To my darling husband Sam,

I love you. So much that it physically pains me when you are not here. It's been one week since you've gone. I love you. Why did you leave me? Was my love not enough? Did you grow sick of my cooking? My clothing? The way I do my chores? Was it me? Was I not enough? Why did you get sick? The doctors said you were healthy, that it can happen to everyone. But if you were healthy, why did you get sick? Why did you die? I love you. But my love wasn't enough. I love you.

From,

Your darling wife, Eleanor.

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star-struck01 · 3 days ago

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About Me

Welcome to my blog!

My name is Star, I'm 18 and use any pronouns.

My goal is that every reader is included in the stories I write.

I would make a list of my favourites but I can never seem to keep a solid top 5 list for very long. My main interests however are: the DC Universe, Boku no Hero Academia, Holly Jackson's books and Avatar (not ATLA). I like to listen to many genres of music but most tend to lay in the realm of rock, pop, and indie (think 80s-90s rock met 2010 club pop who is also sad indie)

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star-struck01 · 3 days ago

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Pudding and Whiskers