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imjeralee · 3 years

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Raihan, Leon and maybe Piers with an s/o that has an extremely protective Lucario that they grew up with

Here ya go:

Raihan

Lucario is not as tall as Raihan so expect some weird, awkward-looking stand off between your insanely tall bf and your Lucario when they meet. Raihan will smile and wave at your Pokemon but your Pokemon is unamused and will regard him silently with his steely eyes

Lucario will probably have a hard time trusting Raihan in the beginning because he is assessing whether Raihan’s feelings for you are genuine or not

He will not like you and Raihan being together on your own and initially may insist in you taking him along whenever you go on dates etc

But over time, Lucario will warm up to Raihan and eventually lower his guard and understand that Raihan is now an important part of your life and he must embrace it

It’s always been you and Lucario facing the world…but you reassure Lucario that isn’t the case, Raihan hasn’t replaced him, and you will still go on plenty of adventures with him and Lucario will have a special place in your heart

Raihan has always thought that Lucarios were cool and he will love to have a double battle against you and also team up with you to battle against other trainers

Lucario and Raihan will begin to get on better when he sees Raihan training with his Duraludon, seeing the amount of care and affection he has with his partner, and how much Duraludon trusts him

Leon:

Lucario will be less guarded around Leon but bear in mind, he will be ready to fight should Leon upset you (which would happen like…never)

He can sense the Champion’s innate good nature and read his aura. It’s extremely positive and simply cannot be tainted, so he’s at ease with Leon

He’s very impressed by Leon, because there aren’t many people like him who are incorrigible in a corrupted world

He will encourage your relationship with Leon because his heart is pure and so is his love for you

Lucario will easily make friends with Charizard so you and Leon find that you can spend a lot of time together

“You’re very close to Lucario, aren’t you?” He asks

“Yep, he’s always protected me since I was a child. He’s my best friend.”

It reminds him of Charizard and how Charizard’s always been there for him and protected him so Leon understands very well

Lucario will want to have a battle against Charizard and will want to train together

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Piers:

Similar to Leon, Lucario isn’t intimidated or worried about Piers

He doesn’t perceive Piers as much as a threat and also respects and admires Piers’ care for his sister

It reminds him of himself and Lucario understands so he and Piers gets on very well

Piers will also understand Lucario very well, which makes Lucario very happy

However, he isn’t initially a big fan of Piers’ music but seeing how much you like it, will make an effort to like it too

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spikemuth-post · 2 years

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Piers fans are jealous of his S/o

When you and Piers became a thing, there were a lot of people interested in your lives

Piers never entertained the media in any form, so he didn't read articles about you both or see pictures in tabloids, he doesn't care

You thought that would be the worst of it but turns out that fans of Piers don't like his sudden 'taken' status and everything is apparently your fault.

Piers noticed, of course, but assumed you didn't care (since he doesn't. Hoes mad and all that)

You have to tell Piers that you kind of hate how his fans wish you were dead or have whole blogs dedicated to hating you.

Piers doesn't know what to do that will fix the situation but He does know how to be a petty dickhead

so he's going to trot you around and rub your love in everyone's face.

'They're here to stay, fuck anyone who doesn't like it'

He loves you and he's going to be a huge asshole about it to anyone who is angry about it.

He doesn't know if what he's doing is actually helping or just making it worse but he will apologize every day for this fucking war he started

he loves you and he wants everyone to know it and of course, respect it.

If it's obvious that it's totally not working he'll change his plan to make you not care about it

"Babe, it doesn't matter what anyone has to say about us. I love you, you love me, and we can handle anything else."

#piers #imagine #reader #imagines #x reader #scenario #sword and shield #nezu #swsh

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leavaloo · 4 years

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Piers Headcanons

Okay so I’m tired and drunk on Pier’s loving hours so let’s fuckin’ do this shit.

He has so much anxiety it’ll make a horse have a stroke, and that’s why he doesn’t leave Spikemuth

Only the most trusted people in his life can enter his room. Like he has a security system don’t even try.

Because of his sister, he does have an appreciation for fairly cute things.

Despite him not going out much, the man knows his fuckin style. He can and will beat even Raihan in a fashion contest cause this man knows how to WORK IT and he ain’t scared to prove it

He has trouble letting people into his life, but once he does he gets a lot more comfortable

He snorts when he laughs too hard, which only makes him laugh even more

He likes alcohol, but knows his limit. He’ll only get hungover if he had a really damn good concert.

He loves dogs. So much. Arcanine? Will always want to give pets. Sylveon? Terrifying, but still cute. He can’t help it.

Piers is real quiet and drawn back when he first gets to know someone, but soon enough, he’s a loveable goofball once he realizes he can rely on them.

Took abt a year for Piers to not feel anxious around Raihan or Leon.

His parents died when he was young, and so he was stuck raising Marnie. His life is better now with the funds from his gym position, but there was a point in time where he was dirt poor. He still has dreams about it, and ends up having strange phantom-hunger pains throughout the day.

Sometimes he forgets that he grew up way too fast, with having to care for Marnie by himself and whatnot. So when something gets him super excited, he really doesn’t know how to express it. If he has a loved one, he will talk about it for hours. It’s really cute to see him so excited!

He loves chocolate. So much. Please keep this man away from any sales bc his budget for the week will be gone.

He collects guitars. This is obvious.

He collects mics. This is also obvious.

He knows every single one of them, make, model, price, if someone owned them last. He’s a geek.

If he loves you enough, he will straight up buy you a guitar. No questions asked. Don’t know how to play it? He’ll teach you.

Jam sessions.

When he was younger and just starting out, he had a lot of custom varsity jackets with really old designs on them made. Now, with his popularity, if someone manages to get their hands on them, it’s thousands of dollars. Signed? Hundreds of thousands.

Piers will willingly let you take one of his old ones for free, or just have one made for you, because he loves to see you flaunt it, and also has no clue that they’re worth that much.

Has no earthy awareness that he’s really god damn pretty.

Curses freely. Try and get him to stop and he’ll send another five or ten out.

Hopeless romantic once he gets to that point with someone. He’s a really good listener so even when you think he’s not listening, he’s silently putting everything you’re saying in the notes app on his phone so he can use it in the future.

Refuses to let you see this.

Loves it when you play with his hair. Will wear your hairstyle for as long as he can.

Accessories aren’t a no, but he would rather see them in your hair than his.

Overall an anxious goofball~

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n6or · 4 years

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showers | piers nsfw

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Pocket Monsters: Sword & Shield | Pokemon Sword & Shield Versions

Relationships: Nezu | Piers/Reader

Additional Tags: Self-Insert, Vaginal Sex, Hurt/Comfort, Rough Sex

Words: 2583

READ HERE ON AO3!

It’s nearly four am when the first knock sounds. Piers stirs in his sleep. It’s about the fifth knock that actually (begrudgingly) drags him from his bed. He wears a baggy black jumper with an even baggier pair of black sweatpants.

His feet drag slowly along the carpet, padding to the front door. He’s grumbling quietly to himself, totally annoyed at the disruption to his much loved sleep--at least, that’s until he opens the door.

He’s taken aback when he sees the sight of you. Your eyes are rimmed red, glassy, and your face is stained with tears. He blinks a couple moments, trying to figure out if it’s really some sort of dream, but when you take the first step forward, and your face finds his chest, his arms instinctively wrap around your shoulders.

“H-Hey,” he mumbles into your hair, having leaned down to kiss your head. His voice is lower than usual, raspier, too. “What’s goin’ on?”

Your silence is worrying, especially when the only thing close to a reply is the shaking of your shoulders. He squeezes you gently, trying to draw back, but is stopped by your tightening embrace.

"Babe," he says again, voice quiet, deep, and soothing. His hand comes back up to the back of your head, stroking your hair. "C'mon… let's get inside."

He straightens up, arm manoeuvring around your waist so that - although you still clung to him - you were now tucked into his side. The pair of you move slowly into the bathroom, the only noise being the shuffling of socks against carpet and your soft hiccups.

Piers flicks the bathroom light on as you both enter, his eyes squinting to readjust to the sudden abusive change in brightness. Keeping one arm around you, he rubs the sleep from his tired eyes, other hand squeezing your hip gently.

He coaxes you around and slowly guides your shirt up and over your upper half, folding it up rather neatly and placing it on the basin's bench behind him. His spindly fingers move up the smoothness of your belly, fingertips gingerly grazing the swells of your breast. The silent journey of his touch traces along the curve of your shoulder, up your supple neck, and finally, his palm meets your cheek. Calloused pads press against the skin, coaxing your head up.

"Do you want to talk about it?" His eyes are soft as he watches you — less distant than the first time you had both met. "I won't force it out of ya, but y'know I'll always listen."

You lean into his palm and relish in the cool touch. Compared to you, he was always a lot colder, but you loved it. You often relished in the way his chilled fingers would trace aimless shapes above the small of your back, especially when he was concentrating.

"Just… a bad night," You manage out through staggered breaths.

He nods knowingly, slowly tucking some of your hair behind your ear and out of your face.

"I can't solve ya problems…" He begins, slowly leaving you to turn the faucet on to the bathtub. You miss his touch, the once could touch now burning into your skin. You wanted it back. As he returns once more he takes your hand and squeezes it tight between his own. "But i can hold ya hand and listen."

The soft words prick at the corners of your eyes as a new round of tears settle in and threaten to spill over at any given time. Squeezing his hand in return, you bow your head, forehead dropping onto his shoulder. A silent submission; a usual occurrence during these sorts of nights.

Slender fingers trail up your arms and around your waist, fiddling with the buttons and zipper of your jeans before he's dragging them down your thighs. Lowering himself to his knees, Piers helps you out of your jeans before slowly kissing up your leg. He starts at your ankle, teeth lightly grazing the skin whilst his tongue caresses the soft bite. His hands explore the side of your leg as he trails the kisses higher.

Your breath stutters when his lips find your thigh, your eyes fixed on his mouth, staring silently as he takes the supple skin between his teeth and bites down. A jolt rolls through you and you can feel the slight smirk — especially when you gasp.

He looks up from where he's knelt before you and rests his cheek against your thigh.

"Want me to try and make ya forget, babe? Or is it too bad t'night?" His voice is soft as he speaks, fingertips massaging wherever they can find in an attempt of easing your emotions. "We can just have a bath 'n go t'bed if ya don't wanna do this kinda thing. I just wanna help." You watch his brows crease with concern and can't help but to reach down and run a hand through his thick, two-toned hair.

Slowly, you nod.

Piers mimics the response and litters soft biting kisses up your body towards your shoulder.

Lithe arms find your waist and tug you closer, hips grinding slowly, sensually against yours. Your head tilts to the left, granting your lover more space to work those perfect lips into your suddenly heated body.

A hand moves up into his long hair, your fingers working skilfully to tie his hair up into a loose bun. This earns a quiet chuckle from the older, followed by a small "thanks".

It doesn't take long for the clothes to leave your entangled bodies. Your hands are everywhere on his sculpted frame; feeling up each indent of his ribs, tracing the protrusion of his scapula, moving down over the subtle curve of his ass; this particularly makes him groan with anticipation. You're addicted to his body—completely enthralled by his tall, thin stature.

"Bath," he groans again once you squeeze his ass.

You oblige and slowly draw back from the passionate lock of your lips.

Piers is the first to step in, turning the nozzles of the bath to slow the water. The action earns a cock of your eyebrow. Instead of turning off the water and laying back, he grabs the detachable shower nozzle and carefully adjusts the settings so that water trickles from the silver showerhead now.

You blink, clearly perplexed, but Piers (with his open legs and proudly standing cock) motions for you to sit between his legs.

It's then that you realise the tub isn't quite full yet.

Nonetheless, you oblige.

You move carefully, stepping into the wider bath and taking your seat between your boyfriend's thighs. The feeling of his aching erection pressing flush against your lower back elicits a warm flow of arousal to spread between your thighs.

"Lean back, babe," he murmurs, left hand caressing your thigh. You recline back into his chest, gasping softly when his hand slips under your knee and widening your legs.

"P-Piers," You stammer quietly, trying to sit up again, but Piers merely pulls you back down and greets you with a soft kiss to your shoulder.

"Trust me. I'll make ya feel good, 'kay?"

The question leaves you feeling hot all over, know far too well that Piers never fails to deliver in the pleasure department.

His lips move slowly against your shoulder, massaging your thighs. The water is at a slow pace for the time being, spraying across your pert nipples, causing you to squirm slightly. Piers groans into your ears when your ass grinds back against his cock, the longer shaft jumping excitedly at the friction building between you both.

Slowly, Piers sits you up so that your lower half is totally free of the water (and considering the water level, its not that hard). You shiver when his long fingers slide along the folds of your head, body shuddering at the tender touch. He licks your ear slowly, moaning once two fingers tease your entrance.

"Y'so wet already, babe… Such a good girl."

A fire flames across your cheeks and you squeeze your eyes shut tight. Praise makes something inside you flutter and results in you becoming absolute putty in Piers' hands.

He doesn't penetrate you yet. Instead, he teases your tighter entrance with one fingertip, the showerhead slowly being angled closer towards your clit. His fingers pry the lips of your warmth apart and spread you open for the water to splash against you sensitive core.

The first touch of water steals the breath from your lungs, briefly. Your back arches and your eyes snap open, wide and completely taken aback by the foreign pleasure. Your hips tremble instantly and violently, a string of higher pitched whines falling from you as you writhe atop your boyfriend.

Continuing to tease your ear, you feel him smirk yet again. And it's when the pressure of the shower nozzle increases that you realise why.

The warm water that repetitively soaks your clit makes you want to scream. Droplets remain relentless in drowning your pussy, massaging your clit so strangely to anything you've ever experienced before—it's totally overthrown your previous depression and replaced it with something dangerously delicious: lust.

"Piers…!" You finally cry out, bucking your hips. You can feel your abdomen becoming tight—can feel the familiar tremble of your thighs.

You're panting and moaning and whining his name—and he's living for it. Watching his sweet, innocent girlfriend become a whining whore does things to him. It gives him an odd power trip knowing that he is making someone so beautiful—someone so pure—cry out his name like this.

"Y'like this, Princess?" comes his quiet cool, tongue grazing up and along the shell of your ear. You shudder, pushing yourself both backwards and forwards, wanting both Piers' cock and the vibrations of the shower head. "Can't hear you…~"

When he lowers the showerhead away from your clit you almost cry.

"Yes!" You choke out hurriedly, nodding over and over and over. "P-Please don't stop, Piers. Please. Please, I'm so close…"

There's a quiet chuckle before the bliss of the showerhead returns. The welcomed pleasure makes you sigh with relief, hips slowly beginning to bounce in spot for something more. It's then that a strong hand wraps around your hips and the shower is finally pressed onto the highest pressure it can muster.

The orgasm hits you so suddenly you swore you must've passed out because there was absolutely no warning for you or Piers. Your body convulses against the unyielding attack of the tiny droplets, your eyes rolling into the back of your head which falls back against Piers' shoulder. He holds you in a vice-like grip so that escape was pointless.

You're grounded after a few starry moments with a loud gasp, followed by an even louder whine. Your back arches up off your lover and your toes girl as the pleasure begins to fade to pain. You're crying again by this stage, babbling, begging, trying to move your hips—but no matter what, you can't.

"Not gonna stop. You're a big girl. You know how to use ya words." Piers' words reverberate off each end of your skull, his husky voice going straight to your already dripping pussy.

Safe words were something that he had introduced to you after the eight month mark of your relationship. That's when things became a little more intense between you both—when Piers taught you a whole other world of pleasure from the vanilla sex you knew of.

But this wasn't time for your safe word. Although it hurt, there was the slightest lick of pleasure that teetered alongside the pain that made you want more.

"A-Ah--!" You choke when you feel your hips angle and the head of Piers' cock tease your entrance. "Please!" You cry without any encouragement, knowing full well how badly you wanted to be fucked while the shower head abused your clit.

"Hm… 'Kay. Since ya such a good girl."

The flush spreads from your cheeks down your neck when you feel just how easy his cock enters you, like your pussy was made to sheath his sizable erection.

Another sigh of contentment leaves you when a gradual rhythm of his hips is settled. You reach behind you and run a hand through his hair, tugging on the bun and earning a guttural growl from the older, which entails a rather sharp thrust up into you.

Handing you the showerhead, Piers angles it so its directly targeting your clit.

"N-No!" You cry when he begins to increase the pace of his hips, his throbbing cock slipping in and out of you. "Too much!" Your head falls back against his shoulder once his hands find your hips, angling you so he's thrusting upwards, cock burying deeper and deeper inside your sopping sex.

"Don't y'dare move that hand," he growls once more, teeth nipping at your ear. "If you move It, I won't let ya cum again."

The threat is too much; you almost want to cry out no. The second orgasm is so close. You can feel it conjuring inside you like a tempest, a violent storm that will wreak havoc as it tears through your trembling body. So instead you just nod, silently crying out every time the head of Piers' cock dragged across that sinfully sweet spot deep inside you.

"Y'such a good girl, Y/N. Fuck, I love you so much." You can feel he won't last long. The one thing you've noticed about Piers, is that right before his orgasm, he becomes cutely sappy; reminding you how good you are, telling you how lucky he is to have you—how lucky he is to love you. And again, he groans into your ear, his cock jumping inside of you as he sloppily angles his cock inside of you.

He grabs your hand and begins to shake the nozzle, the droplets splaying in every direction they can, hitting every inch of your sensitive heat and, finally, drawing out your second orgasm.

Euphoria washes over you so strongly that when you clench around Piers, he can't help but to shoot his seed deep inside your sinful pussy. He groans, hand bruising your hips as he fucks himself into you, riding out his orgasm, but also prolonging yours.

"Piers!" You cry out loudly, voice higher pitched than earlier—strained, too. His name seems to be the only thing your sex filled mind can think of because its the only thing you can seem to babble as your consciousness slips.

Piers hums quietly as he continues to hold the showerhead (now right up) against the throbbing bundle of nerves, watching the way your twitching and stiffening body begins to limpen.

"So fuckin' beautiful," he rubs, finally turning the pressure down and allowing the showerhead to fall back into the slowly rising bathwater.

Heavy pants heave your chest, sweat lining your brow. The afterglow of your orgasm is so warm against the chill of Piers' cold body. You feel the distant press of supple lips trailing along your neck; calloused fingertips tracing aimless shapes (which now you think may have been hearts) against your abdomen.

"I love you so much, Y/N," he whispers again, cradling you so close. "I'm sorry y'so sad right now… I don't really know how t'help… but i'll always be here to hold ya whenever y'need me to, yeah?"

You smile exhaustedly at the soft nothings he whispers and tilt your head to press a small kiss to his jaw.

"I love you, Piers. Thank you."

#piers #piers x reader #nezu #nezu x reader #pokemon swsh #pokemon sword #pokemon shield #pokemon #self insert #nor writes #smut #im not very good at labelling stuff like I know this aint rough but like.......its slightly that thing u know #me trying to explain anything: instantly fails #also im trying hard 2 work on smut #sorry if its not great #I hope u enjoy it nonetheless

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twintaileddragon · 4 years

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Chapters: 8/56 Fandom: Pocket Monsters: Sword & Shield | Pokemon Sword & Shield Versions Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Nezu | Piers (Pokemon)/Reader Characters: Nezu | Piers (Pokemon), Dande | Leon, Kibana | Raihan, Rurina | Nessa, Yarrow | Milo, Onion | Allister, Poplar | Opal, Hop (Pokemon), Melon | Melony, Mary | Marnie, Gym Trainer (Pokemon), Kabu (Pokemon) Additional Tags: Romance, Quick-Together, Mystery, Post-Game, Champion Reader - Freeform, quickly established relationship, Feels Summary:

Leon always spoke of the annual Gym Leader Cruise as if it was pure paradise. It figures that the year you get to finally attend everything goes wrong. The Gym Leaders assumed their annual vacation would go off without a hitch but the boat ends up capsized off the coast of an island shrouded in dark. More mysteriously, the town on it seems abandoned. At least that's what they all thought at first.

Something doesn't want you here and with food running low and no way to contact anyone it seems like you and your friends may just fall victim to it.

#piers x reader #gym leader piers #piers pokemon #nezu #pokemon #sword and shield #swsh

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kacchanislife · 5 years

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If requests are still open could you maybe write something for Hizashi/Present Mic? A new hero(with a quirk of your choice), whose helping to teach at UA. They’re partially deaf and they will sometimes sign back and forth with him. Maybe something fluffy where the reader is across the hall and asks him out on a date? And he starts getting flustered and his class is so confused bcus they don’t see his crush signing at him? Thank you! If not, i understand. Have a good day!

AHHHHHH, I HAD LIKE HALF OF THIS WRITTEN AND THEN I ACCIDENTALLY DIDNT SAVE AND EXITED THE APP. AHHHH

BUT I LOVE YOU ANON FOR REQUESTING PRESENT MIC!!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY

(I totally meant to post this when I first got it, buuuttt I had a bunch of essays to do, I hope you like it!)

A Friendly Hand

Warnings: not really? Idk ASL or JSL very much tho

Pairing(s): Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic x Reader/Pulse

You had always looked up to Present Mic, the voice hero who defied what it meant to be a voice hero. He was partially deaf, just like you, and earned a career as a teacher, Pro-Hero, radio show host, and he’s a singer. You look up to him because he can do it all and doesn’t let his disability slow him down or stop him. You admire that about him, you admire him in general.

As a hero from America, there’s a lot of stigma about people with disabilities- even quirk related ones. You struggled from day one to get recognized as a hero, you already had hearing problems as a child and when you’re quirk was developing it only got worse. You can’t have sonic propulsion as a quirk and not expect a side effect that didn’t affect your hearing. Sonic booms from space shuttles could render a human permanately deaf and your quirk rivaled those sounds, so it was no wonder your hearing got progressively worse as you got older. Which just made it harder to be a hero, if you can’t communicate with your team, how are you suppose to work effectively?

But you didn’t care, you were going to be a hero no matter what. You took extra precaution to wear noise cancelling headphones, you worked with another hero who could link your team together so no verbal communication was required, you had a speech pathologist who helped with your speaking, and a pair of hearing aides for when you weren’t working. It’s a lot of work, but you were determined to be like Present Mic and follow your dreams.

Which is why you were so happy when all the struggle you’ve been through to be an amazing hero has finally paid off. Even with all the setbacks and the struggles to establish yourself a hero, you’ve done it. You’ve been invited to become a teacher at U.A. High School in Japan. THE hero school of hero schools! Many great heroes have graduated from U.A. and you’re incredibly honored to even be considered as a teacher there. Of course, you readily accepted and started to make preparations for moving. This included learning JSL, or Japanese Sign Language, so that you could communicate while you learned Japanese. Which, you knew, was going to be difficult. You can speak English, but pronunciation and volume control is still hard for you, which means pronouncing words in a language you don’t know will be even harder.

You can do it, though, you’ve pulled off greater feats in your life so far. Plus, you were going to meet your personal hero! You couldn’t just give up on learning a new language because it was hard, you were going to be an exceptional hero- just like Present Mic!

Settling into your new life at Japan didn’t take that much time surprisingly, you were mostly using the time you had before you would start helping to teach to get accustomed to the language and customs. You didn’t want to offend anyone and you needed to learn the language to communicate with others. Though, you figure if you really need the help you can hire a translator while you’re still learning, but first you wanted to try on your own. Which proved to be really difficult and by the time the start date of your new job at U.A. rolled around you felt wholly unprepared to communicate with others.

You could’ve cried you were so frustrated with how unsuccessful learning JSL had been, you stare at the books in front of you, willing them to make more sense or to magically transfer all the knowledge to you. A part of you wishes that was your quirk instead of the one you have. No, you thought, I can’t think negatively about this. It just means you need to work harder, you can do this.

Today, well, today was just going to suck as you struggled to communicate with others. You hope that at least one of them knows English enough for you to verbally communicate if that is what it takes. As you arrived at U.A. you were astonished by the size of it all, it was beautiful and definitely lived up to the name of being the number one hero school. You feel yourself getting giddy again and ignoring the complications of communication for now.

The badge that had been mailed to you was fished from your purse and you held it up to the gate where it scanned you in. You exhale softly as you prepare yourself to meet your new coworkers and mentors. You take the plunge and never look back.

And you’re glad you didn't let your struggle to communicate hinder you from accepting one of the most rewarding jobs right after being a Pro Hero. Looking back six months ago you would not have guessed you could integrate seamlessly with Japanese Pro Heroes, but that doesn’t matter now. You were now the assistant English teacher at U.A. and held an elective Japanese Sign Language course. You’re so proud of all the progress you’ve made and if you were being honest, you owed half that success to your personal hero.

Present Mic, or Hizashi as you call him now, instantly understood the struggle you had with communicating with them all and stepped in to help you. As someone who knew JSL, ASL, English, and Japanese he was more than capable of helping you out. Principal Nezu decided that it was best you accompany Hizashi as his assistant teacher- which worked perfectly for you because you’re native tongue is English. If there was ever a man you respected, admired, and loved more than Hizashi it had withered away when he offered his help. From then the two of you had become the best of friends and constantly going out with each other as well as sharing inside jokes.

Which is what leads you to today. You’ve been thinking about it a lot and you have come to the decision that you want to ask Hizashi on a date, as more than friends, and you’re going to make that happen today. You had to plan it perfectly, you didn’t want your intentions misread and you certainly didn’t want to risk NOT asking him and chickening out for the rest of your life. As you got ready that morning before school would start a plan formed in your mind and took action.

First step: stop by the store and get a little statue to Ebisu, the Japanese Shinto god that was said to be deaf

Second step: ask Shouta for a pair of Hizashi’s headphones (you know that man has a few somewhere)

Third step: wait for your free period and set up the headphones and statue on his desk in the teacher’s lounge with a picture of the two of you

Fourth step: AVOID Hizashi until your next period with him

Fifth and Final step: ask him out in ASL when he inevitably looks at you questioningly after step three and four

As the day progressed your plan was in perfect motion and by the time your last class of the day with Hizashi rolled around. You know from Nemuri and Shouta that Hizashi has been trying to find you since fourth period, but you skillfully avoided him. Nothing could ruin your plan and if you were honest if something were to ruin it, you would be greatly discouraged to follow through with it all.

So! You avoided Hizashi until it was finally sixth period. You were in the classroom first with all the students and setting yourself up in the back of the class to watch over the students as they took a quiz. It took a moment for Hizashi to get settled and pull the quizzes out before he noticed you in the back. As he looked at you with questioning (and slightly hurt) eyes you signed to him slowly, ‘Someone once told me that asking for help is better than struggling to overcome an adversity on their own. Thank you for all your help Hizashi.’

You paused before you started to sign again, mustering all the courage that you could, ‘You’ve been my hero for as long as I can remember and getting to work with you these past six months have shown me that I more than admire you. I really like you and I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date this weekend to the pier?’

An instant blush formed on Hizashi’s cheeks and you could see some tears swell in his eyes. The students had been expecting their quizzes to be handed out only for their teacher to stop functioning it seemed. The students didn’t know sign language and they sure as hell weren’t paying attention to you in the back when their quiz was so close to them in the front. You smile at Hizashi as you cross the classroom to him and gently take the quizzes from his hands to pass out.

The kids still aren’t sure what just happened, but Hizashi has a seemingly permanent blush on his cheeks and is unable to get any words out. Several times when you glance at him you see his hands moving to try and sign back to you, only for them to fall as his blush continues to deepen. Once all the quizzes were passed out and you were back to your post in the back of the class Hizashi seemed to reanimate. Students paused taking their test to glance up as he moved very quickly to the back of the class where you stood in your nerves. He hasn’t given an answer yet, after all.

When you glance back up, Hizashi is right in front of you and seconds later his lips are on yours. The blush that springs up on your face is fierce but you kiss him back briefly before he pulls back. Hizashi’s hands fly up and he’s signing back to you, ‘You have no idea how much I like you too. I’d love to go on a date with you this weekend.’

All the students are silent as you beam at Hizashi and kiss him softly again, even if it was on the inappropriate side for being in class, before they all cheer. Everyone’s been wanting the two of you to get together and it seems it’s finally happening. Both you and Hizashi blush like idiots before he shoos them to pay attention to their quizzes.

The rest of the class is spent signing back and forth to each other like usual. The only difference is the never ending blushes on your cheeks.

#bnha #my hero academia #hizashi yamada x reader #hizashi yamada #present mic x reader #present mic #kacchanislife really fucking love present mic #request #partially deaf reader #implied partially deaf present mic #I don't know asl or jsl #don't hurt me

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spikemuth-post · 2 years

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Piers is Blackmailed

This popped in my head and I'll probably turn it into a oneshot at some point I just don't feel like it right this moment.

Piers was minding his own business really, alone on the stage a few hours before a show

He was bored and singing his feelings

then he started thinking about you and singing about you. Galar's champion who just so happened to be really easy on the eyes

His rock ballad really picked up when he got raunchy with it, all sorts of salacious words leaving his lips as he sang about you

When he was done he felt better... then he noticed Sordward and Shielbert.

"...The hell do you two want?"

"We came to inform you that the Champion lost their backstage pass. We offered to get them a new one.!" Sordward breathed, "But My word... Do you kiss you mother with that mouth?"

Piers paused, his face immediately heating up at the revelation that they've been there the ENTIRE time

"Surely you aren't singing about our dearest illustrious champion like their some... street worker, Sordward You heard him, right?"

"I did indeed! Of course, it would be a shame if the Champion found out about this... just a shame."

Oh. So that's how it's gonna be. Piers narrowed his eyes at the brothers who were now a little too smug for his liking.

"Who are they goin' to believe? A long time friend or two asshats who nearly destroyed Galar?"

"They'll believe this video, surely," Sordward held up his phone. Piers tensed and took ina harsh breath, "Oh, what would they say. To know they're dear friend thinks such awful thoughts about them."

"What do you want?"

"Patience, Minstrel. We have quite the plans for this."

I stopped because at the start of this idea I didn't have the patience to sit and write a whole story but the more I scribbled it down the more I do. I will begin writing it soon.

#Piers #Nezu #swsh #Sword and Shield #Blackmail #oneshot #x reader #imagine #genshin impact scenarios

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spikemuth-post · 4 years

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what if piers had an s/o who’s shorter than him(around 5’2) and makes attempts at smooching him, but he’s too tall for them(and Piers teases them too). Till they figure out they can pull him down by the choker;

Pier’s is Too Tall to Kiss

From the moment you started dating, he knew this day would come and he was looking forward to it

You moved in for a kiss, popping up on your toes to connect your lips... and you still couldn’t reach.

You just looked up at him

he looked down at you

he finally smirked and crossed his arms.

“Ain’t you gonna kiss me?”

“...Could you just... move down a little?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” He teased, “Don’t you want to work for it, short stuff?”

He was loving this too much

he snickered at you, petting your head as if you were his little sister

that tears it

as he continued to gloat, you gave him a once over and spotted your next move.

You snuck a finger in his chocker, pulling him down and finally getting your kiss

he full on panicked when you tugged and the kiss was over so quickly he didn’t have time to kiss back at all.

“Nevermind, I found a loophole”

with that, you just walked off and he had no idea how to handle what just happened

except through tugging at his own choker, of course

#Piers #Piers x reader #Piers pokemon #Nezu #Imagines #imagine #scenario #scenarios #headcanons #headcanon

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spikemuth-post · 4 years

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Tabloid Troubles

Piers was very careful to keep your new relationship out of the spotlight.

Dating a gym leader on it’s own would have meant all of Galar had their eyes on you but he double that by also being a rock star

He knew eventually everything had to come out but he wanted you to have the calm bliss of a normal relationship for a few weeks before people got wise

That ship sailed when he got a text from Raihan.

He woke up to his phone ringing uncontrollably and finally he saw 1 of Raihans 212 messages.

‘Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing someone!?’

“....Oh fuck,”

He never got out of bed so fast in his life.

The News had only one picture of you two together, the both of you in the middle of a sloppy kiss after one of his concerts

That one picture was all over the news

some people assumed you were just a one night stand a blew it off but a few publications actually figured something out

if you altered the resolution a bit, it was clear you were wearing the highest priority VIP pass on your wrist

the only people that got those were his sister and his friends.

They were having a field day with this, trying so hard to determine who his lover was

He went over your place immediately to tell you what happened and ask you if you’re ready to be public yet

If you are, he’ll happily announce it and give the press a much more clear picture of you two swapping spit

if you’re not, he suggests a brief holiday out of Galar to spend just a little more private time together.

#Piers #Piers Pokemon #Nezu #reader #imagine #imagines #scenario #scenarios #piers x reader #pokemon #Swsh #Sword and shield #pokemon sword and shield

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spikemuth-post · 4 years

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Piers pining over his crush please? I need sappy puppy love piers!!

Piers Pining!

Oh why did you have to be so perfect

You walked around Galar with this aura about you, it drove Piers wild

Anytime you were near he could t help but stare, sometimes sigh

You and him were so close so why did you seem so Unobtainable?

Everytime you did anything together, go get food or what tv, the rocker wanted to drop little hints

He didn’t have the guts

You probably weren’t thinking about him that way anyway

His existence probably didn’t effect you in anyway

But for him...

Every thing you did he was in awe of

He spent the last five minutes just staring at a picture you took together before a flick to the back of his head for his attention

“Piers, ask y/n out already.” Marnie complained “it’s creepy when you just sit and stare at that picture.”

“Was I staring again?”

“It’s been an hour.” She said bluntly. She was fiddling in her phone with something and suddenly handed it to Piers

Her brother was confused until he heard you answer

His face exploded with every light shade of pink And Marnie just smirked

He stuttered together some sentence about a wrong number and hung up

Shy boy wasn’t ready to face his fears yet

#piers gymleader #piers #piers x reader #pokemon sword and shield #swsh #nezu #scenarios #piers pokemon #sword and shield #headcannons #imagine #imagines

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leavaloo · 4 years

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Got any angst and comfort for Piers x reader? I just really need some cute stuff. I got a lot of feelings

Awwwh, bean I feel that. Things have been rough around here too. Just gonna throw this out for anyone, but y’all are welcome to send asks and message me ^^ I hope this writing makes you feel better

Ended up getting kinda sappy at the end but hey, ya know what, sappy is hella good. Get some sap y’all.

You and Piers had been dating for about six months, and though he had known you for even longer, he had never seen you like this. Irritated a lot of the time, sometimes snappy, and overall stressed. He knew some shit was happening with your family, but the more that these small outbursts happened, the more that he would start to get concerned.

And he knew you and himself well enough to know that this smile you had on at this moment was entirely fabricated. He could see the anger in your eyes as you lovingly smiled at your mother and father, both of which were evaluating Piers heavily.

What he didn’t know before you two started dating was that you came from a prominently rich family, and one that valued the whole “arranged marriage” situation more than most folk would. He remembered when you called your mother, telling her about this whole ordeal, that you two started dating. And he remembered that her screaming over the phone drove you to tears.

Ever since then, you had been stressed and angry, with only Pier’s arms as a comfort. His cuddles were the only way that you got sleep now, and his songs and kisses were what made you smile. You body language was tense, even as you held onto his hand, and as he watched, he squeezed your hand. You glanced up, confused for a second, but he sent you a reassuring smile. Finally, a real smile from you, and your shoulders slumped. This man certainly knew how to ground you.

“So, this is the man you claim to love,” your mother all but snarled out, bringing your attention back. She picked up her teacup, sipping from it and sending a pointed look at Piers. “He’s… exuberant, to say the least.”

You stiffened. “You’re the one who said you wanted to meet him.” Ah yes, that’s why he loved you. Despite all this rich upbringing, you were feisty and refused to give in.

“I did, yes, but I didn’t expect you to find a diseased zigzagoon.”

You were about to throw hands with this woman, but he just squeezed your hand again and chuckled. “I’ve heard worse.” He looked dead on at your mother, who seemed to be more the head of this household than the father, who stayed quiet on the couch beside her. “If I may be so bold, what did you intend to get out of this meeting?”

He heard a chuckle from the father, who was given a glare by the matriarch. “I wanted to see if you were a good fit for the family line. We already had a suitor picked out for her, one of proper stature and renown. And then, she calls me and says that she found one herself? Disgraceful. I wanted to see you to get a proper reading. She’s my daughter.”

“She’s not your property, though.”

The air in the room was tense, and the entire family looked towards Piers, the mother more in shock that he would talk back, and the father more amused than anything.

“Come again?”

“She’s not your property. You can’t sell her off to the highest bidder like she’s an antique.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in close. “And I’m sorry, but I’ve no intention on letting one of the greatest lights of my life go just because you found someone who would take the highest bid and then some.”

Your mother looked like she was about to spit fire at him, but the father burst out laughing just as she stood up to retort back. She looked at her husband, enraged. “Why are you laughing at this?!”

After the father wiped away the tears from his eyes and calmed down, he just smiled at Piers. “Dearest, I don’t think anyone would be a better fit for her. Out of our three, she shall never be tamed. Ferocity thrives on boldness, yes?” He waved his hand, dismissing the two of you. “Go, I’ll talk some sense into her.” He sent a wink to you, and the breath you had been holding in broke through, causing you to run away from the situation.

Piers stood, bowed slightly to the dad, and went to find where you were at. He learned from some servants that you had run into the yard, where a bunch of the rose bushes were. He had to admit, it was beautiful, almost sickeningly so. The nice, marble paths leading to a gazebo, the fountains on either side of him, and the well taken care of fences all screamed entitled. He was honestly amazed you even came from here, what with some of the nasty things that your mouth uttered during intense battles and such.

He found you crying in the gazebo, and immediately sidled up next to you and wrapped his arms around you. Like a learned reaction, you melted into his chest, taking the thumping of his heart not a slight bit for granted.

“Wh… why?” you managed to get out.

“Why not?”

“Do you know what she’ll do to make you go away…?”

He rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head. “Don’t know, don’t care.”

You looked up at him, confused.

“I’m in love with you for you, not some dumbass rich kid shit you might have. And lets be real her, if I didn’t fight your mom, you would’ve.” He looked down at you, seeing that finally the tension you had held for so long had been released. He chuckled. “If your mom disowns you, doesn’t that mean I get to freely marry you?”

“PIERS!” Your sobs were instead replaced by you laughing, hiding your blushing face in his chest.

“Just sayin’.”

“You’d need my father’s blessing.”

“Pretty sure I already do.”

At this point you were just a melted, blushing mess, but the smile you had on and the laugh you gave were both genuine. From the courtyard entry way, your parents were watching this exchange, and the father chuckled as he watched you get tickled and almost fall off the gazebo bench.

“She hasn’t laughed like that in a long while,” he said smiling.

“Hm.” Your mother sighed, conflicted in her emotions.

“Reminds me of us, back in the day.”

“Does it? I’ll say your sense of fashion was much better than his.”

“True, but that means nothing to his heart. I didn’t think I would ever see her smile like that again.”

“I don’t like him.”

“I do.”

“I know. He’ll stay… for now.”

“For now?”

“We’ll see if he wins me over in the future…” Your mother turned and walked back into the large estate, a small smile over her face. Ferocity favors the bold, that much was for certain. Yet those who are ferocious always need a landing point to return to. Maybe he was yours, like your father was hers.

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