#also i am once again leaving a note here for the peeps who requested drawings!

[wanderer-clarisse]

some lotr doodles! here's Boromir, Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn. I've been rereading the trilogy and it's fun getting to visualize the characters on paper!

[studiobeebo]

If it wouldn’t be too much trouble can I request Izuku comforting a fuller figured female reader? I’ve had a few people say some nasty things about my body lately. Thank you so much and I really love your blog! 💕💕💕

HERE YOU GO MY LOVE I HOPE YOU LOVE IT SJDG

ALSO THIS IS FOR A GOOD FRIEND HENCE THE MORE SPECIFIC WORDING MY DUDES

There are many things Izuku Midoriya doesn’t understand and, noticeably, women are one of them. Now he doesn’t think of his inability to talk to a female in a “Ugh, women are impossible!” way, but more of a “Oh god, how am I even in the presence of such a goddess.” type of way. Well, maybe that’s not how he thought of every girl he crossed paths with, but when it came to you, it felt like ‘goddess’ wasn’t even nearly a strong enough word to describe his admiration.

Izuku couldn’t really say it was ‘love at first sight’, but…well, maybe it was, but at first he honestly didn’t see his blossoming feelings for you as having any romantic decent. In his eyes, your quirk was incredible and something that peaked his interest, so naturally he wanted to learn more. It didn’t take him long to make a page in his notebook for you, as he had done for a few others in your class, however as time went on he started to realize he had written things down that had nothing to do with your quirk or fighting style. There were little things scribbled down like ‘Favorite color purple? Or maybe blue’ or other little descriptive things about you as a person rather than you as a fighter, and the strangest thing was that he didn’t even remember writing these things down.

Since he couldn’t quite figure it out, he decided to push his concerns to the back of his brain and just pay more attention when he was taking down notes on you, but those notes became slowly less frequent until he realized he often wasn’t staring at you to gain information, he just couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were beautiful of course, he didn’t need to study you for long to know that, but you were more than just a stunning figure with curves he’d murder to hold close. You were always so kind and vibrant with a smile that shown like no other in his eyes. You seemed to always be willing to put others first and your friendliness was well received by everyone who met you. Despite being generally loved by most, he knew now that you were like a magnet who could draw anyone in, but it seemed his heart didn’t stand a chance even more so than anyone else.

When he finally did realize how hard he had fallen for you, talking to you became even more nerve wracking than before. Every smile sent his way made his face feel hot and every time his name fell from your lips in an excited manner before you delivered your morning hug, he thought his heart would explode as he returned the favor with shaky limbs. He was in love, maybe it was some childish teenage ‘naive’ love, but it was a love just as strong as any other. The only problem with coming to terms with his feelings, however, was that now he couldn’t hide behind excuses of just being intrigued by your quirk. When he wasn’t focused on training or studying, his brain and heart were constantly at war, his brain telling him to just forget it because there was no way a girl like you would like him back while his heart urged him to let his emotions flow free and just take a leap of faith.

Because of this turmoil, however, he was so distracted whenever he was around you that he didn’t realize that recently you had been acting a little strange. Of course this ‘strangeness’ showed through you being a little less talkative and your smile not being as present as usual, but when he realized that you had stopped hugging him along with your other close friends every morning, he knew something wasn’t right. Once he realized that, he began to watch you a bit more closely and he noticed everything else that had been off about you as well. Part of him thought that maybe he should just leave you be as he didn’t want to seem pushy or like he was overreacting, but then again he realized it wouldn’t hurt to just ask if he could do anything to help.

Luckily it was usually pretty easy to spot you in a crowd considering your height, so after school that day he was pretty quick to make his way through the crowd of people leaving the school until he was by your side.

“(Name)! Can I..could I borrow you for a second? Or ask you a question I guess.” God, all this time and he still couldn’t say a single sentence to you without stumbling over his words.

“Oh..hey Midoriya. Yeah, go ahead.”

The way you said his name, and his last name at that, without the presence of a bubbly tone and sparkling smile made his heart ache a bit, but that just gave him all the more reason to figure out what was going on. He awkwardly took a few steps over so the two of you could be off to the side and away from possibly prying ears. Honestly, he didn’t really have an exact plan for what he wanted to say, but if he sat here and thought about it too much he’d just get nervous, so he decided to just go for it.

“I know it’s probably none of my business, and you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to..but I wanted to ask if everything’s okay!”

For a moment you felt bad, your first thought being that the worried look on his face didn’t suit him. You didn’t think your attitude had really gotten all that bad due to some recent events, but it must have been noticeable enough if your friends had noticed, and Izuku was the last one you wanted to worry. You had feelings for him, there was no doubt there, and the last thing you wanted to do was scare him away with your insecurities.

“Oh..” You trailed off, trying to figure out the best way to explain things.

In all honesty, things really hadn’t been okay. You knew you weren’t the thinnest of girls, and you had even started to come to terms with being a bit more curvy, your friends endless stream of kind comments always helping to fuel your self esteem. Unfortunately, with the light always came the dark and lately it seemed the few negative snide remarks you did hear, even if they were just from notorious assholes around school, beat you down more than the compliments could lift you up. They were all you could think about and the mirror quickly became something you avoided. Every time one of your friends even just barely made contact with you, you got nervous, the idea of someone being able to feel your body turning you away from any form of contact.

On the bright side you knew it would pass, you’d had these feelings before and you had enough support in your life to get you up on your feet again eventually, but it was still shitty enough to make a noticeable decline in your mood. Because you now knew your change in attitude was clear to see, you couldn’t really lie to Izuku, but you wouldn’t want to lie to him anyways, so with a heavy sigh and a smile that screamed ‘guess I’ve been caught, huh’ you decided to spill your guts.

“I dunno…Hm, you know how sometimes you always beat yourself up about Kacchan being “better” than you?” You asked while staring straight down at your feet, “I guess it’s…kinda like that but with my appearance.. it’s not bad but..people talk, y’know..” You stopped, taking a deep breath to keep yourself from crying while you gently squeezed at your hips so you wouldn’t have to flat out say what it was you had been feeling insecure about.

For a moment you didn’t hear a peep out of the boy who stood before you and you were starting to think you had freaked him out by sharing your feelings so easily, but before you had the chance to look up from your feet to gauge his response you felt two hands grip your forearms. When you did finally allow your eyes to meet his own, he had a look on his face that reminded you of the first time he had faced Bakugou in battle: fierce and determined.

“(Name).” He stated sternly, “You’re…really amazing.”

That wasn’t…really what you were expecting and it seemed seeing the confusion on your face broke him out of his serious trance as he continued to explain awkwardly while taking his hands off of you.

“I-I just mean..you’re just really kind and funny…and everyone loves you, and even on top of that you’re so beautiful! I don’t know how someone could ever live with saying whatever they said to you, but they’re wrong! Maybe that won’t mean much coming from me but…yeah.”

It wasn’t until you looked down again, though this time with a soft blush and a smile gracing your features, that he began to get flustered himself, realizing he’d finally said some of the things he’d always wanted to say, but in reality he had so much more he could have said.

“That’s kind of weird isn’t, sorry for being creepy, you’re just- Well I-“

“Thank you, Izuku.” You said honestly. Maybe it was specifically what he had said, or the fact that he even cared at all, or maybe your crush was more significant than you thought, but his kind words really did make your heart beat faster and help clear the depressed fog that had been clouding your brain a bit.

“O-Oh…it was no big deal.” He mumbled, his cheeks turning pink as he scratched at the back of his head awkwardly. He had already done something he never would have been able to do if it weren’t for the adrenaline rush caused by his constant urge to make you happy, so he might as well ride the confidence train for a little bit longer..right?

“(Name) I know it might not be a great time, but I’ve been wanting to ask if you’d want to go out with me some time!”

Now if his kindness hadn’t surprised you already, this definitely would have. He was right about it being an awkward thing to ask considering the serious topic you had just been on, but it was just so sweet and you couldn’t deny the blatant heat fanning over your cheeks as you nodded with a bit too much excitement.

“I would really like that!” You exclaimed, and you were glad to see his eyes light up with just as much excitement, but as he opened his mouth to speak again he was cut off by his friends calling for him from somewhere off a bit behind you. With one last smile he bid you an awkward goodbye, saying he’d get your number from you the next day, but before you turned to be on your own way you stopped him one last time.

“Izuku?” You called out to him, hoping he’d hear your voice over the rest of the students still exiting the building.

“Thank you again.”