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crazycookiecrumbles · 2 years

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The Annoying Antics of Johnny Storm

A/N: reblogs/comments desired/appreciated greatly

Part 3 after : The Surprising Talent of Johnny Storm aka, a third part no one saw coming

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Pairings/Characters: Johny Storm x Reader

Warnings: swearing, lots of talk about sex, innuendos, dirty jokes, 18+ ;minors don’t even ISTG

Summary: Johnny Storm has a big mouth.

WC: 3,507

Staying in a cabin, isolated, all alone with Johnny Storm wasn’t so terrible, if one were to ask you. Johnny cooked well, and after you both admitted you had feelings for one another, you were certain that you were going to instantly regret it. In fact, you did about thirty seconds in. However, Johnny surprised you. He softened up, just a little bit. He finally put his relentless teasing and joking to rest long enough to go on a quiet walk with you into the woods where he definitely wanted to traumatize the woodland creatures by defiling you in the woods, but you were purposely trying to make Johnny wait and hold out. You couldn’t make it too easy for him, no matter how you felt about him.

When it was time to go home, you made one point very, very clear to Johnny. You did not want to tell your father, or anyone, really, that you were dating just yet. You wanted to enjoy this quietly by yourselves before he blabbed it out to the world. And you really, truly needed to emphasize this, because Johnny Storm was an utter whore for attention and you knew the second you two were back near even a pay phone, he’d tell everyone.

It seemed so easy, too. He had his motorcycle, you were in your truck. You’d go your separate ways, and meet up some time later for dinner, or the following morning for breakfast because, for some reason, Johnny loved breakfast foods. Simple enough, right?

Johnny sped off before you, letting out a wild scream of joy and saying he’d catch you later. You continued on your drive at a normal speed that a completely normal person would drive at. As you entered the city, you could feel the surge of power all around you from all of the technology that lingered over every single square inch of the city. You took deep breaths and did your best to turn it all off as you pulled into the underground garage for the tower.

Riding the elevator up, you leaned against the back wall already expecting your father to immediately throw you into some work. Instead, you were surprised to see Johnny sitting on the backrest of one of the sofas, bottle of beer in hand, grin on his face as he thanked Pepper for the cupcake on a napkin she brought for him. Tony was standing right across from him, arms crossed over his chest as he spoke to the man and ignored your entrance.

“Oh, hey, sunshine,” Johnny smirked as you walked in, face full of disbelief. “Pepper gave me a cupcake from Magnolia, such a sweetheart.”

“Why are you here?” You narrowed your eyes in suspicion as you dropped your luggage on the floor unceremoniously as you neared, standing near Pepper and glaring at him.

Johnny smiled brightly, but he wasn’t the one who answered. Instead, it was Tony, who stepped over to Johnny and rested a hand on his shoulder, “Matchstick over here was just telling us how you two are officially an item, because you’re both so hopelessly in love with one another.”

All color drained from your face. You stared at Johnny in shock as he took a massive bite out of the cupcake.

“Wow, this is amazing. You said that was lavender?” Johnny glanced quickly in Pepper’s direction

“Johnny!” You shouted at him and grabbed the nearest pillow to smack him in the back with. “I told you not to say anything!”

“I couldn’t help it, sunshine. You’re all mine now, I had to scream it from the rooftops.”

“Yeah, not like we didn’t see this coming, either,” Tony said as you continued to throw pillows at Johnny.

“He’s right, you two have been glued to each other since you were kids. It’s adorable, actually, I always knew you two would be together,” Pepper beamed.

“Why? He’s such an asshole,” you groaned.

Johnny’s head rolled over his shoulder to smile at you, “You love this asshole, though; isn’t that right, sunshine? You just adore me.”

“I will put you in a block of ice. I swear.”

“Good luck,” he beamed and held out the rest of the cupcake for you. Pouting, you took it and ate the rest of it in one go while he watched in amusement.

“Yeah, I’ve had your entire life to prep for this and it’s still weird to me,” Tony muttered. “By the way, Romanoff is pissed you didn’t tell her first.”

“What do you mean? How did — she—“ You glared at your boyfriend once again, “What did you do?”

“Nothing!”

“We are broken up. We are so, so, so broken up.”

“All I did was express my adoration for you to those we care about!” Johnny defended himself.

However, Tony held up his phone, which showed a Twitter video of Johnny himself, proclaiming that you were his, he was yours, and you two were now the most beautiful young couple in all of New York City, or, in fact, the entire continent of North America.

“That’s right, folks, Johnny Torch is officially off the tasting menu, as is Y/N Stark. We hate to do it to you all, but, damn it all, it was just inevitable. Just two magnets fighting their attraction for far too long. Stay tuned for —“

You ended the video and shoved it back into your dad’s hand as you spun around to see Johnny smiling, admiring his own video. His shoulders rose and fell as he took in a deep breath and placed a hand over his heart, “Sweet, isn’t it?”

“It actually is in a very, well…” Pepper trailed off and glanced at Tony. “It’s very much a Tony gesture of love.”

You were horrified. You screeched and jumped backwards as Johnny reached out for you, “Do not ever say this man is like my father, Pepper! This is horrible! What are you doing to me? Do you want me to die? This is how I die! Wasn’t Hydra bad enough to me? E tu!?”

Pepper rolled her eyes at your dramatics that were so similar to Tony’s. Tony stepped back and out of the way of Johnny who chased you around quickly. Tony wrapped his arm around Pepper’s waist and pulled her close into his side, “Well, you know what they say, girls go for their fathers, right?”

“Ew!” You screamed as Johnny wrapped his arms around you and scooped you up. “I hate you, Johnny. I truly do. This is actually my villain origin story. You are the actual worst.”

Johnny cooed as he kissed your cheek sweetly, which was burning with embarrassment from how Tony and Pepper were trying to hide their smiles as they watched the two of you. Johnny kissed your cheek again and leaned against the wall, pulling you back to lean against his chest, “You’re so cute when you’re pretending you hate me and have no feelings.”

“Who is pretending?” You scoffed.

He smirked, “See that? Cute little ball of sunshine.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me,” he corrected you and kissed your cheek again. “I can get used to this sort of thing. I bet I could get used to some other things, too, if you’d let me get into your — “

“Okay, now I’ve lost the appeal,” Tony shouted as he raised a hand up to stop him from going on. “Congrats, Johnny. I hate you again. It took you all of twenty minutes to accomplish.”

“That’s fine, she says she hates me all the time, but we all know that’s a lie,” Johnny smirked as he rocked from left to right with you in his arms. “Anyway, this was fun, but I gotta get going, Reed needs me for something boring.”

“One more thing before you go,” you said, turning around to see Johnny raising his eyebrows as his hands rested on your hips. “The whole other reason I didn’t want you to say anything was because I’m still trying to lay low after that whole Hydra thing, you know. Now people are going to bother me again.”

Johnny pursed his lips and blinked several times, “Okay. I’ll admit, didn’t consider that part.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“No, I didn’t. Sorry, sunshine,” He leaned down and stole a quick kiss from you. “I just got a little too excited there. Don’t worry, from this point on, I won’t brag about you!”

“I —“ you huffed as Johnny ran off and jumped off the side of the building before flying towards the Baxter building. You pinched the bridge of your nose, “He’s an idiot, and I hate him.”

“Agreed. Now I have to install fire extinguishers in your bedroom just in case. Hm, maybe a cold gun,” Tony mused as he scratched under his chin. “Banner would get a kick out of that, actually.”

“Me too. I’m down. Let’s freeze him.”

“No, no,” Pepper shook her head and wrapped her arms around the shoulders of each of you as she steered you both away from the lab. “You are not going to kill Johnny just because he’s now like a giddy little golden retriever over you. And you are not going to kill him just because he has expressed certain…physical interests in her. This isn’t new. You can’t suddenly decide to kill him for that.”

“I’ve always wanted to kill him for that, but now I just have more of a reason to,” Tony shrugged. Pepper glared at Tony. One glare was all it took for him to straighten up and change his tune, “On second thought, you know what, now that you’re back home and rested, let’s do some tests, see how that little technopathy of yours is going.”

“Technopathy, is that what we’re calling it, like telepathy?”

“Yeah, like that chick on Sky High or some kid in that Heroes show,” Tony said as he steered you towards the lab while Pepper shook her head and grabbed her stuff to get back to work. “It’ll be good. Hey, if you get one of my suits moving and make it look like a possession and scare the crap out of someone, I’ll buy you a car.”

“I’m fine on cars,” you replied. “What about a night in Cinderella’s castle?”

Tony shrugged, “Whatever you want, cupcake.”

~*~

Johnny Storm was so typically, comically himself. Over the next week, the two of you didn’t go out together too much, as far as people could see. For example, Johnny was spotted at a fashion show without you, and ended the fashion show by walking the stage himself, totally unprompted. You were spotted, barely, leaving restaurant one evening with Natasha, just two girls out on the town and no one else around.

When asked about being seen without Johnny and how he was all alone for the fashion show, Johnny surprised you. He had told them, “Well, when you’re the boyfriend of a big brain like Y/N Stark, ya gotta understand, she gets busy with her work! She’s busy doing amazing things right now but I’ll be sure to spend plenty of time with her tonight to help her de-stress.”

Well, he had it until he decided to add that line at the end.

In reality, you two had been out quite a few times during the week, but no one knew about it. Understanding that you wanted to keep your head down, Johnny was finally tame when he was out with you. He kept a baseball cap and sunglasses on, he ditched his flashy, obnoxiously loud motorcycle, and the two of you would have brunches together or go shopping or sit by Chelsea Piers with ice cream and people watch before slipping into a nearby bar and drinking quietly in the corner just the two of you.

Johnny still mangled to surprise you. He managed to do just what you needed when you asked of him. Sure, he’d go above and beyond totally unsolicited when he was asked about you, and you told him you hated him and he was terrible and annoying, but Johnny would smile and pinch your cheek before kissing you, because he knew that was your ass-backwards way of saying how much you liked him.

For example, you had gotten annoyed because Johnny would just not stop flirting with you while you were trying to verbally work through a problem you had with one of the projects you, Tony, and Bruce were working on.

“Johnny,” you groaned. “I appreciate that you want to put your icing on my cake, but I don’t need that right now.”

“Okay. I think you definitely do, but I get it. Also, it’s not working because it sounds like you’re off by 2.435 degrees.”

You stilled. With a pout on your face, you made the suggested change and watched as the very thing you were stuck on suddenly was no longer an issue. You exhaled slowly, “Wow, I hate you.”

Johnny chuckled, “I was right, wasn’t I? Oh, I love being right, and I love when you talk mean to me. It’s cute when you try to act all tough and dead inside. I’ll see tomorrow for dinner, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you then, bye, Johnny.”

“Later, sunshine.”

Somehow, Johnny Storm still managed to surprise you, and as much as it pained you to admit it, you loved that about him. Dare I say, you were even excited to meet him for dinner the next day. You two weren’t going to be flashy and loud about being out, but you also weren’t going to hide under hats and glasses, you were just going to pretend to be normal and enjoy each other’s company.

While walking to the nearby restaurant, you could hear some shouting. You slowed your stroll to a halt as you noticed people pointing up at the sky. Looking up, you could see Johnny flying around the Baxter building sending fireballs towards something that Ben was holding up over his head, but you couldn’t make out what it was. People started running the direction you came from, and as they cleared out, you found yourself heading towards the chaos.

Reed was on the ground with Sue, you were able to see that much. And as you got closer, you were able to see that they were fighting off what looked like robots?

Great, that’s what you needed in your life, more robots.

“Shit,” you muttered and went for cover, digging through your purse quickly to see what you could use to possibly lend a hand. But something told you to look up.

When you looked up, you saw Johnny wasn’t paying attention. He took a concussive blast to his ribs while he was flying by a waiting robot, and he was crash-landing right to the ground. His body hit the concrete, rippling under him as he came to a stop. Shouting, you dropped your bag and ran over to him. You dropped to the ground before pulling him onto your lap and slapping his cheek a few times.

“Come on, Johnny, wake up. Wake up — what the fuck?”You stared at the robot that was approaching, and you swore it looked like what you had last seen of Victor Von Doom, but multiples of them? This was insanity. “Hey, fuck off, sparky, I’m warning you.”

Obviously, the robot said nothing. It raised its hand to aim at you and blast you just as it had done to Johnny. You knew that what you were about to do was going to risk exposing you to the public, but you couldn’t let this thing hurt you or Johnny. You held up your hand too and hoped this was just as robotic as you assumed it to be.

You struggled trying to get into its head and have it obey you. Whatever Doom was using was strong and you felt like you weren’t nearly experienced enough to do this. You felt tired, your nose started bleeding, your arm was shaking and you felt a cold sweat running down your back, but within a minute, you had the robot ripping off its own head and falling to the ground in a heap.

You dropped your arm and exhaled heavily as you lifted the other arm and wiped your bloody nose on the back of your hand. You looked down at Johnny and saw he was still out cold. Swearing, you checked his pulse again and leaned down to see if you could feel his breath — you couldn’t. In a panic, you pumped his chest and leaned down to give him mouth-to-mouth. When you felt him kissing you and his hands grab your back, you shrieked and pulled away, slapping him on his chest.

“You were faking it?!” You screamed.

“I woke up around the time you were using the force on that Doombot,” Johnny explained as he sat up and leaned on his elbows, gazing at you adoringly. “That was so hot, by the way. I’d call you Jedi Master any day.”

You blinked several times, “I hate you so much.”

Johnny beamed, “Yeah, yeah, I bet you do. How about another kiss to make sure I’m still breathing?”

“I think you’re fine, now.”

“Yeah,” Johnny nodded and watched you stand up while he stood as well. He glanced around at people who were filming the fight with their cell phones. His gaze returned to you, hands settling on your shoulders and pulling you close for a hug. “Thank you for exposing yourself to everyone.”

Snorting, you returned the hug, your cheek resting on his chest, his suit still warm, “Of course, Johnny. What a way to phrase it.”

“It’s very accurate,” He pulled away and looked around. Both of you turned to the left and saw a Doombot fall to the ground with Ben stomping him through the road, putting him least two feet deep into the asphalt. “Well, I think that was the last one. He kind of made a show of it, but, you know, whatever. Not as cool as melting them, you know.”

You rolled your eyes and smacked his chest playfully with the back of your hand, “Don’t worry, Johnny, I think you’re cool.”

“Of course you think I’m cool,” Johnny smirked and pressed his forehead against yours. “‘Cause you like me, sunshine. You like me a whole lot.”

“Unfortunately,” you sighed dramatically and reached up to cradle his face. “I do. I guess.”

He shook his head and indulged the bystanders by pressing his lips against yours, hand threading through your hair, and for dramatic effect, spinning the two of you until you were dipped dramatically low and squeaking as you hooked your arm around his shoulders. He swung you up quickly and kept his hand on your waist as he took you along with him to see the rest of his family.

“Hey, Y/N,” Sue smiled warmly. “Thanks for keeping Johnny alive.”

“Eh, she coulda let him get hit a little more,” Ben added. “Good to see you, kid.”

“Trust me, Ben, the thought crossed my mind,” you joked, while Johnny stood there pouting. “So, Reed, robots now?”

“I think that pales compared to what you just did,” He said quickly. “What on earth was that? To me, it seems like I’ve just witnessed the world’s first case of actual documented technopathy, in which case you should really come up into the lab and —“

“You didn’t know?” You stared at him before looking up to Johnny.

Johnny shrugged,” You wanted that quiet. I just said you were taken by Hydra.”

“So you can keep a secret.”

“Yes, ones worth keeping,” he nodded. “You are not something to be kept quiet about, sunshine, too good for that — minus the whole tech thing, that I was a good boy about.”

You chuckled and squeezed his hand, “Yes, Johnny, yes, you were.”

“As much as I enjoy ruining a moment,” Ben said as he glanced behind the both of you to see the police barrier being set up with far too many people filming and watching. “But I think you guys might want to get going, unless you plan on feeding them more clips.”

Johnny shrugged a shoulder. He opened his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted by Reed.

“Y/N, you should definitely come up to the lab. I’d love to get some readings on you, maybe run a few tests and —“

“Sorry, Doc, we’ve got plans,” Johnny said as he ran a hand down the front of his suit and turned to look at you, “We can make that reservation if I wear the suit.”

You snorted, “Fine,I’m starving!”

Johnny grinned. Squeezing your hand, he winked at his family and led you away to get dinner.

What was there to say about Johnny Storm? He was obnoxious, and loud, and so very arrogant, but he was sweet, kind, charming, and seemed like he could be the man you always thought he could be.

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hieludoboi · 3 years

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Okay okay hear me out,,, Todoroki x a nb!reader,,, He finally actually confessed to them and the reader is just like cannot accept that Todoroki Shouto actually likes them. They're in total disbelief

A/n- Reader’s just standing there like “Me? Oh. That’s right, who else here is named Y/n” and Shouto’s kinda just standing there like ‘....’

A/n- Also! Just the thought of Pro Hero Todo getting like a scone or something sweet every morning before a patrol (I headcanon Shouto liking sweets, just idk, something about it just works for me) and slowly falling for the baker at his favorite bakery

A/n- I did a little research for how to write non-binary readers and such, and I feel like it’s kinda difficult to write for them unless specifics are given! Some non-binary individuals are masculine, other’s are feminine, some go by they/them, some by she/her or sometimes by zie/zim. I didn’t feel like it was right for me to write for these individuals specifically until I do a bit more research and learn to properly write for them!

A/n- Non-binary is a blanket term encompassing a whole list of genders/identities that don’t exactly follow societal gender norms! Sometimes non-binary individuals have gendered pronouns, sometimes they don’t! Since you didn’t specify I’m going to label this as a more gender neutral thing!

A/n- Update, I researched like two hours and I still don’t understand. My brain very fried no work from online classes brainrot but not by bokuto by staring at screen all dy. Someone pls give my pigeon brain examples on how to properly write for nb! readers rn or I’ll pull out the glock >:(

Pairing- Pro Hero! Shouto / Gn! Reader

Summary- So he was serious?

Warnings- not really?

It was a mundane Tuesday morning. The sun had yet to rise, slowly peaking over the city’s skyline, yet somehow getting lost among all the trees and towers. As with every morning, Y/n started off their day by preparing for their day. A quick shower, followed by washing their face and brushing their teeth. Before they knew it, they were trudging out of the house and making their way to the bakery to prepare for the morning rush.

Y/n was quirkless in a society plagued by quirks, an average day to day citizen if you will. They didn’t mind, in fact, life even seemed a bit easier when they didn’t have to worry about controlling some strange and odd power. The rest of the world, however, couldn’t begin to fathom how they even managed to lead a life without a quirk.

Stifling a yawn, they made their way to the front door, unlocking it before closing it and locking it behind them. If the day went as planned, which normally it didn’t, they’d have scones, muffins, and croissants all out and freshly baked by six. Bear claws, donuts, and danish pastries would be out by eight, all the rolls and loafs would be done by ten and by eleven they could hopefully get started on the sugary sweets that their younger costumers seemed to enjoy so much.

Their morning dragged on as usual. One by one the rest of the employees pooled into the back kitchen, kneading dough and making batters to pour in to tins or mold into shape. Grunting, Y/n picked up a tray chocked full of scones and made their way towards the display cases, setting the tray atop the display and carefully arranging the scones inside. Looking up at the pretty light blue clock, Y/n hummed. Their day rarely went as planned, but they could always count on Shouto coming in once the clock hit six-thirty.

“Waiting on Mr. Pro-Hero?” Y/n turned around, feeling the heat begin to seize the apples of their cheeks. Sputtering, Y/n turned around, ignoring their coworker and instead focusing on arranging the last of the scones.

“Come onnnnnn! How are you so oblivious!” Y/n huffed, quickly standing up before thrusting the empty tray into Hina, their coworker’s, hands. “Y/n. He likes you!!” Hina groaned, following a wordless Y/n back into the kitchen.

“Hina. No he doesn’t!!” Y/n mocked Hina as they slid a tray of muffins into the oven. Hina grunted, pulling out a giant bowl of risen dough before letting it fall onto a flowered counter top. “Besides, he’s rumored to be dating Creati,” Y/n pointed out, dusting their hands off on their apron.

“They’re just ru-” Hina rubbed her temples, watching as Y/n made their way towards the front at the sound of the little bell ringing. When would they stop being so oblivious?

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Nothing seemed to go right that morning. While on his usual morning patrols, Shouto had run into Momo. While it was a welcome surprise, the situation was not. They had run into each other while battling a lowlife villain with a disastrous quirk. Damages were not kept to a minimum, and all Shouto wanted to do after being chewed out by local authorities was to go bite into a delicious scone at his favorite bakery.

“This could have gone better,” Momo sighed, rubbing her temples as they both surveyed the damage they had done to the small plaza. Shouto nodded, he couldn’t agree more. “We should probably go out west, right? If there were robberies here, there’s bound to be some in the shopping centre,” Shouto nodded, Momo had some nice ideas.

“We can stop by a bakery there too, I know a place that makes some nice scones,” Shouto explained as they walked, a subtle smile on his face at the thought of the baker that awaited him every morning. “What time is it?” SHouto asked, turning to look at Momo.

“Oh, it’s around seven-thirty, why?” This morning could not have gone any worse for Shouto. First, he has to stop villains at the crack of dawn, and now he’s going to miss out on scones? Admittedly, they didn’t sell fast, but the bakery didn’t make a lot of them either.

“No reason,” Shouto shrugged. He hoped he wouldn’t miss Y/n.

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Y/n sighed, watching as the seconds ticked by on the clock overhead. It was eight already. Shouto was never late, ever. The man had a thing for punctuality, and even when everything was going wrong, Y/n could always count on seeing their favorite customer before the sun fully rose.

“Pretty boy ain’t here yet?” Y/n stood up, turning to look at the smug grin on their co-worker’s face. Curling their lip and rolling their eyes, Y/n went back to slouching over the counter, resting their chin on their palm as they zoned in on the glass door ahead of them. “C’mon boss! Cheer up, we’ll never make any sales with a grumpy face up front!” Y/n frowned seemed to become deeper, rooting itself in their brows and lips.

“And I suppose having a super buff woman who looks like she can pop your head off with a squeeze of her biceps at the counter will allure customers like nothing ever could?” Y/n teased, grinning as Hina flexed her biceps.

“Children adore me. They see me and are amazed by the ‘big muscle woman’,” Hina gloated, wiggling her eyebrows while continuing to pose behind the counter.

“Yeah yeah, go help Kohaku before he breaks an arm trying to knead the dough,” Y/n grumbled, pushing Hina into the kitchen so they could focus on the sales upfront. Kohaku liked decorating cakes, but every once in a while he’d have to knead dough while Hina helped Y/n arrange things up front.

Picking at their nails for a minute or so with boredom, Y/n’s head instantly popped up as soon as the bell on the glass door chirped. Their eyes instantly attatched themselves to the blue suit before them, almost completely ignoring the red latex that stood beside it.

“Shou! I was starting to think you’d... never get here,” Y/n’s voice was filled with excitement at first, immediately dying off at the sight of Creati, who stood right next to him. Offering the pro hero a pleasant smile, Y/n grabbed their gloves and tray, their tongs hanging off a little hook on the display case.

“What can I get for you two?” Y/n asked, the bright smile that usually reached their eyes seeming to drown before it could fully rise. Shouto frowned a bit to himself, wondering where the usually happy and bright baker he had grown so used to had gone. Was he maybe reading too into it?

“Oh! I’ll a pumpkin walnut muffin! They look so good!” Momo praised, delicately pointing to her preferred muffin through the glass case.

“Thank you, made the recipe myse-”

“And we baked them!” Y/n winced at Hina’s booming voice, opening their eyes as soon as it died out.

“Sorry about that, you’ll come to find that this bakery comes alive after a certain hour,” Y/n explained with a giggle, placing the muffin on the tray they held. “And you, Shouto?” Y/n asked, tilting their head a bit as they awaited his answer.

“The usual,” Shouto made sure to offer them a grin, shoving his hands into the pockets of his suit as he watched Y/n set the tray on the counter.

“Lucky you, I made sure to save one just for you!” Y/n hummed happily, reaching for the last scone before placing it on the tray. Shouto could feel the shy smile subtly spreading on his face, did they really save on just for him?

“I’ll pay, it’s the least I can do after you helped me out earlier today,” Momo said, turning to give Shouto a smile.

“Right, thank you, Momo,” Shouto gratefully accepted his scone, waving goodbye to Momo as she left the shop. Shouto preferred to eat his scones at the shop anyway.

“Are you not joining me today?” Shouto looked up, a confused look on his face as he watched Y/n fidget behind the counter. They would always snack on a danish pastry and sit with Shouto before he had to leave again. It was routine at this point.

“Oh! Right, sorry,” Y/n muttered sheepishly, snagging a pastry from the display case before heading over to Shouto’s usual spot by the window. For the umpteenth time that day, Shouto could feel himself frowning. He wondered what was wrong.

“S-so you and Creati?” Y/n asked, taking a small bite from the sweet bread that sat in their hands. Shouto looked up, eyes widened in surprise, midway through a bite of his scone. Was that what this was about?

“She helped me stop some villains this morning, that was all,” Shouto explained. Y/n hummed, nodding their head as they started to pick at the jam filled sweet in front of them. “Oh, uhm...” Shouto mumbled, his brow furrowed as he began to search his pockets. Where had he left it?

“You okay, Shou?” Y/n giggled, amused by the way his face had contorted when he began to search for his little mystery item.

“Yeah, fine... Oh! Found it,” Shouto muttered, pulling out the small box that had resided in his pocket since the day prior. “Here, for you,” Shouto mumbled bashfully, sliding the velvet box across the table to Y/n.

“For me? Shou... That’s sweet, but you didn’t have to,” Y/n explained, gently sliding the box back to Shouto. Accepting gifts felt odd, especially if they were from Shouto. They could already imagine what ridiculously expensive gift sat inside.

“Please, open it?” Shouto asked, sliding the box back across and making sure to set it in Y/n’s hands this time. Y/n gasped, eyes wide as they felt the heat rush to their face. Open and closing their mouth in a flustered fit, Y/n finally decided to delicately pry open the box, eyes tripling in size at the sight of the gold chain anklet studded in pearls that sat in the box.

“Shouto... No, I can’t accept this,” Y/n insisted, shaking their head profusely, shutting the box and trying to put it back in Shouto’s hands.

“You can, and you will. Can we go out sometime?” Y/n could feel their jaw drop to the floor. First the anklet and now he’s just asking for a date like it’s a regular Tuesday?

“M-me?” Y/n asked, looking around the shop, the confusion settling in their eyes, locking their mind in some sort of fuzzy haze.

“Yes, so, will you?” Shouto asked once more, amused by their cute little reaction.

“Uh, sure... Sure...”

“Cool. I’ll pick you up at seven,”

“But we don’t close untill-”

“THEY’LL BE READY BY 4!”

“Hina-”

“I SAID YOU’LL BE READY BY FOUR DAMNIT!”

“I’ll be ready by four!”

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nepenthendline · 4 years

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Aone developing a crush on Hinata’s older sister (part 2)

watch me make a series out of this

so many of you guys wanted a part two of these headcanons where Aone starts crushing on Hinata’s sister so I shall deliver! This is more where you start crushing on Aone too. This is so long omg 💞💞

OK so I accidentally posted this so I guess you guys can have it now lol I cba to take it down and re post it another day

The two of spoke together occasionally for the rest of Date Tech’s time at Karasuno; small exchanges like “are you enjoying the food?” and “who do you think is the best player at Karasuno?”. You learned that he didn’t speak much, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t expressive. He would nod with vigor at things that excited him, his face would scrunch up in deep thought at your questions almost as if he were in pain or how his eyebrows would raise as his eyes opened wider when Hinata talked about various other intimidating players. It was interesting to see the contrast between someone as loud and bubbly as your brother, to someone so quiet and intimidating - although he wasn’t as intimidating as he looked.

Their coach called all the Date Tech students to get ready to leave, starting an onslaught of whines and goodbyes from both teams. Aone approached you after saying goodbye to Hinata,

“Have a safe journey back Aone, hopefully you guys will come back again soon,” you smiled up at him with a parting wave.

“It’s been a pleasure to be here, goodbye Y/N,” his deep voice rumbled in his chest as he bowed towards you, before speeding off towards the team bus.

A couple of weeks later you were out travelling to a cafe in a town nearby, apparently they had the cutest animal theme that you had been seeing all over the internet. The original plan was to go with your brother, but he decided to ditch you last minute to practice extra spikes with Kageyama, and your little sister, Natsu, was out with your mother for the day. You didn’t want to miss out though, so you went alone.

The train station was busy for a sunday, but the weather was a perfect temperature so you imagined everyone was out to enjoy the sun. The train pulled up and you hopped in, looking around for a seat. Your carriage was packed with people, particularly little children, so you walked into the next connecting carriage in the hopes of finding at least some space to stand. You saw a large group of girls around your age standing near to the carriage entrance which didn’t fill you with hope. ‘Just one seat, please just one seat’ you chanted in your head as if it would make a difference. To your surprise, there was actually 2 seats free further down the carriage, one either side of a man that occupied the middle seat with his head hung low.

You hastily sat down next to him at the train jolted and continued to its destination. You noticed some shifting next to you, as the man sitting down moved his legs away from you slightly. He seemed to be tucking himself in, as if to make him seem smaller, although even after the brief look at him, you could tell he was a larger than average man. Looking over you got to see a glimpse of the man’s face for the first time.

“...Aone?”

His face shot upwards, his eyes wide with surprise, he hadn’t noticed it was you. He gave you a hesitant nod before adjusting his eyes to look in front of him.

“um...how are you?” he seemed a little nervous so you did your best to break the ice a little. He took a few seconds to reply,

“I’m well, how are you?”

“I’m good thank you! I’m glad I found a seat though, it’s way too hot to stand in a crowd of people today,” fanning yourself with your statement, you laughed, “I’m actually on my way to check out that new animal cafe that opened up, what are you doing out?” His eyes seemed to light up slightly when you mentioned the cafe,

“I was heading there as well.”

“Really? I was actually supposed to come with Shouyou today but he dumped me for volleyball,” you crossed your arms as you grumbled about your brother, Aone nodding along. “Well since Shou isn’t coming, maybe you can come with me instead?” you offered.

Aone’s cheeks turned pink, he had no idea what to do. You wanted to go to a cafe, with him? the first girl that ever sat next to him on a train wanted to go to a cafe with him, and she was a cute one at that. His brain was going a million miles an hour.

“Aone?” he snapped out of his glazed thoughts and gave a firm nod.

When the two of you reached the cafe, all that came out of your mouth was a mess of squeals and ‘aww’s as you scanned over the pastel interior. The cafe had some animals that guests could interact with, such as cats that roamed freely, as well as turtles towards the back in their terrariums and birds hung from the ceiling in large cages. You two were sat towards the back near the reptile section, however there were still a couple cats that perched in the area. As soon as Aone sat down, a pure white cat sitting opposite caught his attention. It seemed to give him a death stare, eyes fixated on him, its mouth turning up to show his sharp teeth and its back arched ready to fight or run. You noticed Aone’s attention was drawn to something and, by tense look on his face, you half expected there to be a criminal standing behind you. Turning around, you were greeted by the sight of the white cat that held its staring competition. You looked back and forth between the two of them before you realised the issue. Giggling, you held your hand out to the cat, who gave it a couple sniffs before nuzzling its head into it.

“He’s just like you Aone,” his head tilted in confusion as you continued to chuckle, “he looks so mean and scary at first but he’s really just a cutie, plus the white hair” you picked up the cat and popped him in your lap, running your hands through his fur. Aone was shocked, did you just call him...cute? He has never, ever once been described as cute. He watched as you carefully handled the animal, ruffling its fur and giggling as it purred loudly at your touch. Aone wanted to touch the cat too, but he held back, partly because he was scared the cat was going to try and intimidate him again, but partly because he didn’t want to take his eyes of the sight in front of him. You looked adorable, no, beautiful with the afternoon sun shining behind you and the permanent smile etched on your face. The two of you locked eyes when you looked up, Aone instantly looking away in embarrassment of being caught.

You got up from your seat, holding the white cat in your arms and took a seat next to Aone on the beach he was using. Settling the cat back into your lap, you grabbed hold of Aone’s hand and held it up towards its nose.

“Let him sniff you and get used to you a little first, when he knows you’re not a danger he’ll let you stroke him too,” you instructed in a calm tone. Your fingers were so warm against the back of his hand, so soft compared to his from years the last few years of volleyball. He could feel his hand shaking slightly as the cat surveyed him, but his nervousness certainly wasn’t directed at the feline.

“It’s ok, he won’t hurt you, I think he’s starting to like you,” ah, so you had noticed his uneasiness. You, then, guided his hand over the cat’s back, holding it firmly while brushing both of your fingers through it’s fur. The cat purred even louder than before, rested its head on Aone’s lap and closed its eyes. You both continued to stroke the cat through its slumber and enjoyed the tranquility of the moment. With your hand still on his, you realised how much bigger his were than yours - your fingers barely expanded over the back of his hand. There were a couple bruises are callouses, you guessed from training, and subconsciously brushed your thumb across them.

“Seems we make quite the good team.”

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weebrecs · 4 years

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Recommended Romance Anime Part 2

Hi Everyone, Someone messaged me asking for straight romance anime recommendations. I already made one list here: (https://weebrecs.tumblr.com/post/157666048002/recommended-romance-anime) and I have included more below. The ones with the *** are movies. I hope you enjoy!!

Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun (9/10) Chiyo is the definition of adorable and loveable, at least for everyone except for the person that she likes. Nozaki is oblivious to the world around him and most of all Chiyo’s interest in him. However, Nozaki’s distance is due to him actually being a respectable shoujo mangaka. In her efforts to win his heart Chiyo finds herself acting as Nozaki’s assistant. Together they undergo hilarious situations and act out possible scenarios for Nozaki’s manga. Nozaki asks Chiyo to help him with brainstorming situations for his romance manga and Chiyo swoons just like the protagonist of the manga, and Nozaki starts wondering where the manga ends and true love begins. It is a great show to watch and has interesting character development as Chiyo goes from a girl that has a simple crush to a girl with real reason and purpose. Romance, Comedy, Slice of Life, School Life

Lovely Complex (8/10) If you love height differences then this is the show for you. Meet Koizumi who is much taller than the average girl and Ootani who is much shorter than the average guy. They are known as a Comedy Duo and they are constantly play tricks or making gags at the other’s expense. However, they soon learn that they have more in common then they first realized when their crushes end up falling for each other. Then as soon as they both start to realize that they might be falling for each other too the question of their mismatched heights comes up. Romance, Comedy, Height difference

Ouran High School Host Club (8/10) Haruhi is an insanely bright and gifted girl that just wants some peace and quiet. She sneaks into a music room to get alone and stumbles into the school’s host club. Frantically she tries to remove herself from the situation and shatters an expensive vase. Since she’s a scholarship student without a lot of money she doesn’t know how she’ll pay to replace the vase. However, the host club has an option for her. Join Haruhi as she meets a delight cast of male hosts that slowly find themselves changing due to Haruhi’s influence. Haruhi starts to learn about life outside of books and the boys learn to love someone. I love how relaxed this show is at times and how crazy the characters and situations are. Romance, Comedy, Slice of Life, School Life

Skip Beat (9/10) Kyouko is willing to bend over backwards to help her childhood friend, Shou, in his dreams of becoming famous. Out of the goodness of her heart she helps him basically live his life. She thinks that they are perfect together then everything changes when she over hears him telling someone that Kyouko is like is his servant. Furious Kyouko stops supporting him and decides that if she built him to become a famous celebrity then she could do it for herself too. As she grows she meets someone that can help her not only gain her revenge on Shou but someone that might actually treat her right. This is an encouraging love story that shows that people that love you can bring out the best in you Romance, Comedy, Show Business, Revenge

Akagami no Shirayuki-hime (8/10) This is a modern retelling of Snow White, but this time with a twist: she has red hair. There are two season of this anime and if you love romance animes with a dash of adventure you’ll love this one. Shirayuki is a skilled herbalist who is noticed by a prince. Terrified that she’ll live a kept life she escapes and is rescued by Zen (who is adorable and perfect…goodness I love him!). Zen brings her to his castle and their life begins. Slowly friendship turns into romance. Romance, Adventure

Akatsuki no Yona (9/10) When I first read the synopsis of this I thought it was going to be one of those off animes that wouldn’t win me over, but I was wrong. This show introduces Yona who is the princess of a well off kingdom, but when the King is betrayed by Yona’s cousin Yona must act swiftly. She escapes danger with her bodyguard Hak (I think you mean Hunk—sorry lol). Together they team up to save Yona’s kingdom. Action, Adventure, Reverse Harem, Romance

Ao Haru Ride (8/10) After risking everything for a boy she met in a rain shelter, Futaba is ready to turn her life around in high school. She is determined to have friends and be liked by everyone. Her plan is foolproof until the boy she met returns and so do her feelings for him. However, he is different from the boy that had betrayed Futaba in the past. Together they need to learn more about themselves and each other. This show is emotional and shows the sacrifices we all make for those we love. School Life, Blooming Romance

Fruits Basket (9/10) This show has recently been rebooted and is expecting a second season. It tells the story of Honda who has lost her mother in an accident and goes to live with her grandfather. However, as renovations are being done at her house she lies to her grandfather and tells him that she’s going to live with a friend. When she is actually pitching a tent in the woods. The esteemed Souma family actually owns the woods that Honda hides in and the prince of the school Yuki Souma invites Honda to stay in his house, but the Souma’s have a secret. They are possessed by the Chinese Zodiac spirits, and will turn into their respective animals if they’re hugged by the opposite gender. This series is adorable and super fun to watch. The characters are all special in their own way. Comedy, Zodiac, Mystery, School Life, Supernatural, Romance

***Hotarubi no Mori e (10/10) I love this movie it is so beautiful. Hotaru has been fond of the mysterious tale of the mountain god since she was six and after she loses her way in the mountain forest, she stumbles into a masked spirit named Gin. Together they begin their unlikely friendship. Gin informs Hotaru that they can play together as long as she doesn’t get too close. They start to spend every summer together and Hotaru helps Gin learn what is means to be human and love someone. Soon they find that the distance that they are keeping between them is slowly shrinking. This movie is epically beautiful, romantic, and heart wrenching. Spirit, Supernatural, Romance

Ore Monogatari!! (10/10) Are you sick of the romance animes filled with beautiful girls and handsome princes? Well then it’s time to watch Ore Monogatari staring an unlikely anime pairing: Takeo Gouda and Rinko Yamato. Yamato is the definition of adorable and angelic; while Takeo struggles with love due to his tall and muscular build. Takeo’s appearance might be a little rough, but under it all he has a heart of gold. However, few ever see it since Takeo’s best friend Makoto is the definition of an anime prince. Without trying Makoto is a girl magnet and Takeo finds that people only talk to him to try and get close with Makoto. But when Takeo saves Yamato he instantly falls for her. He worries that she’s only being nice to him to gain Makoto’s love, but in truth she actually like Takeo and not Makoto. I love how this shakes up the romance genre and I love Makoto and Takeo’s friendship. Every time Yamato is on the screen I swoon. She is precious! Comedy, Friendship, Romance, First Love, Dorks

Your Lie in April (10/10) This is one of those romance animes that you hear rumors about. You know it will hurt you, but you have to watch it anyway because it’s a masterpiece. It is a truly enjoyable watch! Plus, the animation is breathtaking. Kousei is a great piano player and under the tutelage of his mother he excels in the competitions. Then his mother dies and Kousei turns from music and his world begins to turn grey. Until his world us turned upside down by Kaori, an outstanding violinist who is anything but traditional. She is free-spirited and challenges Kousei to join her in exploring music once more. Kousei starts to fall in love with music again and also finds himself falling for the girl that added color back into his world. Together they enhance each other’s musical ability and change each other’s lives. Music, Romance, Mystery, Friendship, School Life

***Toki wo Kakeru Shoujo (10/10) The last year is difficult for everyone, but for Makoto it is crazy since she can literally jump through time. She doesn’t really understand this new-found power and must learn how to control it. She fosters old and new relationships and might even fall in love, but with all time travel sacrifices must be made. I really don’t want to say too much because it could ruin the plot, but just trust me—watch it. Mystery, Supernatural, Time Travel, Romance

#anime recommendation #Romance anime #your lie in april #gekkan shoujo nozaki kun #Lovely Complex #ouran high school host club #skip beat #akagami no shirayukihime #Ao Haru Ride #Fruits Basket #Hotarubi no Mori e #ore monogatari #the girl who leapt through time

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sachirou-senpai · 4 years

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HI BBY💕💕!! i heard u just started this account so i’m gonna request smth to start u off!! 😚😚 recently i’ve been really stressed and falling behind work :( so is it alright if u write headcanons or scenarios on how haikyuu boys (any of ur preference!!) would comfort u after a long day of online school?? LUV U BBY ,, don’t feel obliged to write this if u don’t feel like it okk!

Hinata Shouyou

→ B E S T B O Y → kinda confused? cause all he does on a stressful school day is play volleyball → after and then he's fine so like,,,, he's kinda clueless → absolutely tries his best though → "Um, do you need snacks? Water? Umm, we could go play volleyball?" → Yes he just asked if you wanted to play volleyball after a long day of online school → I mean to be fair that's all he really knows, sleep, eat, volleyball, school, volleyball, eat, sleep → so like he's trying his best

"Hey, what's up? Are you okay?"

Shouyou had just come over on a whim, he was bored at home and wanted to say hi! He didn't expect to see you face down on your couch, looking rather beat up.

"Just a long day of school, it's just gotten to be so much, y'know? I'm really falling behind and it's stressing me out."

"Oh, I'm sorry, can I help?" He rapidly starts listing off things he could do to help you, getting more and more excited as he goes along.

"Snacks! No, water? What about candy? Oh, Kageyama always likes milk! What about those popsicles Noya-senpai always likes so much?! Oh wait! I know! Let's play volleyball! C'mon!"

He literally starts dragging you out the door until he sees the rather nonplussed look on your face.

"Oh, did you not want to play volleyball? I probably should have checked first," he says, rather embarrassed of himself.

"No Shou, I just want to spend time with you. Come cuddle with me?"

"Of course! C'mon, let's go, I wanna hold you. Or do you wanna hold me? Maybe we could hold each other. Hmmm, so many choices. We could build a pillow fort." He slowly trails off as he drags you down the hall. Your boyfriend might be a bit enthusiastic sometimes, but you honestly wouldn't trade it for the world.

→ lowkey cuddle king → yes you made a pillowfort → u fall asleep in his arms

Tendou Satori

→ Tendou high-key has a habit of just walking in to your house sometimes completely unannounced → you're not even sure how he gets up the creaky stairs of your apartment without you noticing, but really that's a story for another time → you're also not sure how he gets in because you're sure you keep the door locked → (you have a spare key you gave him a while ago you've absolutely forgotten about and he thinks it's funny so you're never gonna find out) → sometimes it annoys you that he just, comes over? without asking? → but today you're honestly kinda grateful to see him even if you were in a pissy mood, because Boyyyy are you Tired → it's not that your teachers were especially brutal, you had just been really stressed out recently and had started falling behind with your work → and you were soooo tired → and soooooooo done → you honestly just wanted to curl up and fall asleep and then wake up and all your assignments would be done and school would be over

"Hiyaaaa babyyy!" He calls into your apartment.

"Holy shit Satori you scared me! Could you like, not?" you snapped, instantly regretting it. "Ugh, sorry babe," you said, putting your face in your palms, elbows resting on your desk.

"Oh, love, don't worry about it, what's wrong? You can tell me."

"Iss stupid," you mumbled.

"Now now baby, no it isn't. Nothing that's bothering you is stupid, I promise. Now tell me, what's up?" He says, coming over to you and putting a hand on your back, holding you close.

You sigh, a big sigh and finally let all your pent-up feelings out.

"Just schoolwork. I feel like there's just so much! My teachers didn't really even assign that much this week, but I just feel so overwhelmed. I feel like I should be able to do all the work because I see my other classmates doing so well and it's honestly just infuriating. Not to mention a huge blow to my ego. I thought I was good at school."

He smiles a sweet, soft smile, and looks you in they eyes. "Baby, you are good at school. You're like, the smartest person I know! You know as well as I do everyone has different learning styles, and maybe online school just isn't yours. There isn't anything wrong with it, you're not broken, and I promise you you're not going stupid." He cups your face, "Let me do something nice for you though, how does that sound?"

You nod your head, as well as you can with his palms squishing your cheeks.

"Have you eaten yet? I'll make you dinner?"

"Oh Satori, absolutely not, you cannot cook for the life of you, you'll burn the whole world down. Have you really forgotten about the March cupcake incident? The cafeteria was closed for a week!"

He gives you another sheepish smile. "You're right, you're right, maybe I won't make you dinner." "You're right, you absolutely will not." "Okay, okay," he laughs, "Want to order take-out instead?" "Sure," you reply.

"Watcha want?"

"No idea."

"Why do I even ask at this point?"

"I'm not really sure, Satori," you laugh.

"Hey! There's that laugh I love so much." He walks over to you, hands outstretched and fingers wiggling. "I wanna hear it again!"

"Ohhh, Satori, don't you dar- AH hA Sator Ahaha stoppp, it tickles!"

He pauses for a second, "That's kind of the point, silly!"

He continues your so-called torture, which ends with you two laughing and cuddling, takeout completely abandoned. You remember it much later, when it's far too late for you to call anywhere, so you make the two of you some surprisingly healthy food. Satori complains about the tomatoes and not getting to treat you. You tell him to shut up and that seeing him was enough. All is well.

Akaashi Keiji

→ Akaashi definitely has a sixth sense when it comes to you feeling down you don't understand it (and he doesn't really either) but you're certainly not complaining and neither is he because it makes him very happy every time he can make you feel better → he's just somehow always there when you need him → one time u were just feeling down and he happened at that exact moment to send you an adorable text telling you how much you meant to him → another time you were super stressed out he happened to bring you some flowers he had found while he was on a walk → honestly just 10/10 boy → i (we?) stan → n e ways, you kinda felt like crud because you just had → so. much. work. → you were so stressed out you could barely think → you knew you were getting behind on your assignments, but you just couldn't seem to do them → it seemed so simple in your head but something about the actual doing the assignments was just hard → you felt like you were gonna scream → sigh

Literally at that exact moment, your Lord and Savior, Akaashi Keiji walked into your room.

"Hey my love, are you doing okay? I sent some texts and you didn't respond- no worries, I'm not upset. I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay."

You turn your chair to face him, greeting him with a meek smile. "I'm doing okay. Just stressed out because of school. It's a lot."

He smiled at you, walking over to your desk, setting down the bag in his hands. "I figured as much. I brought you some stuff."

You perk up at this, and he internally giggles at how sweet you are.

"So, most importantly, I brought you some cookies I made today, yes, your favorite. I also brought you some pasta."

You make a face of confusion at him when he mentions pasta, and he's quick to explain himself.

"I know sounds slightly random, I know, but I had just made some and I wasn't sure if you'd eaten or not. I figured it didn't hurt to bring it."

You smile at him and stand up from where you were sitting on the bed, walking over to him and burying your face into his chest. His arms instinctively wrapped around you. "You're the best Keiji, I don't know where I'd be without you."

"On the moon, probably."

"The moon?"

He hums in confirmation. "You're a wonderful person, I know you're going to go far."

You smile up at him, grabbing his face to bring him into a kiss. "I love you Keiji. So much."

"I love you too, so, so much."

The two of you stay like that for a bit, before he breaks the hug and goes back to the bag.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I brought you this too."

He holds up a bag of your favorite chips.

"Keiii, you spoil me. I don't deserve it."

"Mmm, yes you do. You absolutely do." He puts down the chips and comes back to you, this time taking your face in his hands, and looking you right in the eyes.

"Yes, yes you do. You deserve every little thing I get for you, every little thing I do for you, everything. I promise you, you are the most deserving person out there. And I would rather give my love to no one else."

"But my scho-"

"No. I don't care how much or how little schoolwork you've done. It doesn't change how I think. You deserve me and all the nice things I do for you. No buts. And don't you dare not eat the food I brought for you. I know what you're thinking, and it's not true. You've definitely worked hard enough to warrant the good things I give you, okay?"

You nod, and he smiles.

"Good. Come, let's heat up the pasta. I'll stay for dinner if you'd like."

You nod again. "Yes please. Can you maybe stay the night too?"

"Of course. I'd love to."

"Thank you Keiji, I love you."

"I love you too, my sweet."

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catzula · 4 years

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Hi❤️❤️ I'd like to request Shoto whose friendly s/o is really into Halloween and wants to do matching outfits together. Idk it's spooky season and I'd love to see todobb living it ☺️☺️ thank u for ur work ❤️❤️💕💕

A/N: ahh- this was really nice! Thank you for your request, I consulted my best friend for the costume ideas and we had the time of our lives trying to come up with them

So, umm, I really hope you guys like it, this is the second time I ever wrote for Todoroki, so I probably should work on it a bit more, but I think it turned out well!

Warnings: I think there’s none but I can’t be sure since Bakugou is here heh

Word count: 4k cuz I have no self control

Genre: fluff!

A cursed kiss-

"Aizawa sensei gave us green light!" Mina exclaimed as she entered the class, visibly skipping. Kaminari punched the air with victory. These were the words that caused everyone to jump in their seats in excitement.

"He did?" Ochako didn't lose a second and ran towards her to get details, the rest of the class wasn't any better, either. Even Bakugou was up on his feet, trying to look as uninterested as he could.

The social butterfly that she is, Mina obviously had no problems with having a crowd around her. "He said he would kill us if he caught any of us with alcohol." She muttered, and Kaminari visibly deflated. "Oh, man, there goes the chance to get lightweight Bakugou drunk!"

"Hagh, who you calling lightweight?! You were the one who got drunk with a beer! One Beer!" He shot back, the class erupting with laughter at the memory of Kaminari. Even Shouto snickered quietly.

"Whats going on?" You finally stood up, pulling your hand out from the warm hands of your boyfriends. When he pouted at the sudden lack of contact and locked his eyes on his hand that just had your hand in it, you sent an apologetic smile his way. "I'll just learn whats up and will be right back, 'kay?"

You walked towards the big crowd, Mina being the first to spot you. "I see you could finally get separated from your boyfriend." She commented with a grin, her words causing your face to warm up and your friends to giggle.

"I wanted a front seat of Kaminari getting burned." You answered, making the said boy frown. "Hey, that's mean!" He exclaimed, but his protests just seemed to fuel the fun Kirishima and Sero were having.

"So, what's really happening?" You asked, ignoring the pout Kaminari was sending your way.

"We're throwing a Halloween party!" Yaoyorozu answered, and the boys cheered with excitement.

"We are? How did you even convince Aizawa sensei?" You asked in disbelief, causing Mina to chuckle mysteriously. "I have my ways." She told you smugly, though you were aware it was just another way of saying 'I didn't give him any rest until he said yes.'

"Ooh, this is gonna be great! Right, Baku?" Kirishima muttered, nudging Bakugou slightly and earning a glare. "I don't care about a stupid party, what are you, five?"

Even if he had a scoff on his lips, you all knew better and were aware that he was as excited as the rest of you were.

"I have a really original costume idea, you know." Kaminari told the group with a proud smile on his face, though instead of getting the curious attention he expected, he just heard snickers.

"How much do you wanna bet on him coming as Pikachu?" Kirishima whispered to Sero, both giggling uncontrollably when Kaminari's eyes widened with shock. "How did you know?!"

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Tapping the pencil that was in your hands to the paper that laid in front of you, you sighed, feeling the steam coming out of your ears, even though you couldn't even finish the first question.

"Babe, what should we do for Halloween?" You looked at Shouto, who was sitting on his desk, focused on the math homework in front of him, having no problems with it, unlike you. You bit your lip, it sometimes amazed you how handsome he was.

"What do you mean, isn't there a party?" He asked, laying his pencil down and looking at you with a confused look on his face that you just found adorable.

You giggled -suppressing the urge to pinch his cheeks.- "Yeah, baby, I meant as what costume we should do." You had to admit, this was one of the many reasons you couldn't focus on the paper in front of you, since the second you heard about the party, it was the only thing that swarmed in your mind.

"Oh." He said softly. "Do we have to wear costumes?"

"Of course we do!" You told him, shocked. "And- we should do a couples costume, too!" He tilted his head slightly to the left, something you often saw him doing.

"We can do that?"

The question had you waiting to kiss him and/or bang your head to the wall. "Not only can, but we also have to do it." When his confused expression didn't change, you sighed. "I love Halloween and wearing costumes, and it's really fun! And since this is our first Halloween... I thought it would be cute if we went wearing matching costumes."

You stood up in need to be closer to him, and as always, he greeted you with open arms. Even though he wasn't big on showing affection in public, and usually just held your hand, he was just a big baby when you were alone. But then again, you had no complaints, whatsoever.

"I see you're very excited about this." He mumbled into your hair, and you smiled. "I am, baby, and you should be too! It's my favorite season, and all my best memories were on Halloween! Oh, come on, didn't you have any amazing or really scary adventures as a kid in Halloween?" You exclaimed, threading your fingers through his two-colored locks.

"Actually- don't answer that." You corrected yourself when he sent a blank look your way.

"But still, I think you're gonna love it, too! Okay, enough talk of how amazing Halloween is, let's think. Any suggestions?"

"Can you give me an example?" He asked after staying silent for a second or so. "Oh, umm, something like Batman and Catwoman, but let's not do that." You added before he agreed to it.

"Oh, that's not scary, though, is it?" He muttered and smiled when you giggled. "It doesn't have to be scary, it's really just an excuse to wear costumes." When he nodded but didn't say anything you raised your brows. "Any ideas?"

"Umm... Matching costumes." He muttered, scratching his head. "Like- sun and moon?"

"Sun and moon?" You repeated, and the image of you wearing round costumes making you grimace a little. The smallest smile tugged on his lips as his eyes examined your expression. "Cause you're my sunshine."

Even though it was cheesy as hell, it was worth seeing the shocked look on your face that melted into an embarrassed, cute smile, he thought.

"Okay," you muttered, hiding your flushed face from him. "I added that to the list."

"I can't think of anything, let's look at Pinterest." You stood up and laid on the bed, and it didn't take long for him to follow you. He laid right next to you, arms wrapping around you and his head dropping to your shoulder, his two-colored eyes on your phone screen, looking at your Pinterest feed that was full of costume ideas.

"That looks nice." He pointed at the angel-devil costumed couple. He loved to see how your lip rolled in, nose crinkling with thought. "I thought it was really nice, too. Added to the list, but let's keep looking- OH MY GOD, SHOU!" You suddenly exclaimed with the idea that suddenly popped into your head, excitedly pulling yourself up into a sitting position, making his arms that were around you to fall back on the bed.

"I have the best costume idea for you!" You told him, and even though he had no idea what it was that got you so excited, he couldn't stop smiling either.

"How about- How about going as Zuko?!" He stood silent for a few seconds, his brows furrowing slightly in thought. "Zuko? I'm not sure if I can pull it off, though."

Your eyes widened in disbelief. "Shouto, you guys are practically the same people. It's one of the many reasons I agreed to date you, you know." You teased, but you should have known better.

"It is?" He asked, his hand going to his scar almost immediately. His lips turned down into a frown, he looked so hurt it made your heart ache. "B-baby, I was just kidding." You told him and got closer to him, but frowned when he pulled away.

"Shou?" You called out, cupping the scarred side of his face and leaned in to press a soft kiss on his cheek when his frown didn't go away. His eyes were avoiding yours, the feeling of him hurt making your heart ache, "Baby, I really didn't mean it!" You repeated, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing one more kiss to his cheek.

You searched for his eyes, and even though his frown wasn't gone, your eyes met his two-colored eyes that were bright with a mischievous glint.

"I think I'm gonna need more than that." He muttered, the frown turning to a smirk, and his face leaned forward, reaching for your lips. You gasped, finally understanding he was teasing you the whole time.

"Shouto," You protested. "I really thought I hurt you!"

"Ah, but you did." He told you, the smirk only growing when he felt your irritated gaze. "You broke my heart." His words caused you to narrow your eyes, and you frowned.

"You will pay for that, you know." You told him, and just as his lips ghosted on yours, you pulled back with a playful smile. His smile dropped almost instantly when he couldn't kiss you, a pout forming on his lips.

"What do you think about the Zuko costume?" You asked, ignoring the pout of your needy boyfriend. His eyes stared at you for a few seconds, probably expecting you to finally kiss him, but when you didn't he sighed.

"Let's try it." He answered, and you squealed with excitement. "Okay, let's do his best lines. Say- 'I'm never happy.' But with a frown, 'kay?"

His brows furrowed slightly, but he obliged anyway. "Like this?" He asked with a small smile after doing the part flawlessly but pouted when he noticed you weren't even looking at him, but instead looking at your phone screen and hiding your face from him.

His brows furrowed when he couldn't meet your eyes. "Did I do it- wait, are you blushing?" His blunt question didn't help either. "I'm not- I'm not blushing! Just keep doing it." You protested. "Can you say, 'The scar is not on the wrong side!'' He was about to do it when you stopped him, and he noticed how the fangirl in you suddenly took control.

"No, no, actually, can you say 'Hello, Zuko here.' Oh, and- and-" He raised his brows when you suddenly stopped talking -you were choking on your words-, now visibly blushing.

"And?" He pressed, amused by the deer caught in the headlights look you were giving him.

"Could you say... Umm... could you say 'You're so beautiful when you hate the world'?" Your voice was so low that Shouto was sure he couldn't have heard you if he wasn't listening very closely.

"You're so beautiful when you hate the world." He repeated in a low voice that sent goosebumps down your spine. Your eyes widened, feeling like your heart was going to stop in any second.

"Oh my god, Shou." You gulped, hiding your face in his neck since you could feel your cheeks burning, and you just couldn't face him. "I'm starting to think that you weren't joking when you told me you were dating me because I'm so similar to Zuko." He teased with a laugh.

"Don't tease me!" You protested, "Zuko is my first crush."

"That's rough, buddy." He muttered in your hair, just for the sake of hearing you squirming like this.

"I say no to you going as Zuko." You muttered, still hiding your face in his chest.

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"Are you sure you don't want me to go as Zuko?" He asked, apparently never going to stop teasing you about it. Just replaying the memory in your head caused your cheeks to burn, and he was well aware of that, too.

You had finally agreed on the devil-angel costume. As cliche as it was, it was still a really cute idea. Shouto had worn a simple black shirt and a burgundy jacket, and no matter how simple he was wearing, he still looked too handsome. He had plastic red devil horns located between his different colored messy locks, and he held a long, red trident. You shuddered as his eyes roamed over your body, eyes darkening a shade.

"You know, maybe you should wear this more often." He whispered as you walked towards the party. "What, this?" You raised your brows. You hadn't worn anything special either, just a white summer dress -you would have frozen to death if it wasn't for your boyfriends really practical quirk- and angel wings you had found for 5 dollars.

"Y-yeah." He muttered, turning his face away from you. Huh, you thought, look how the tables have turned. "You like my dress, baby?" You asked, and he bit his lip nervously, looking away.

"It looks nice." He fixed his horns and cleared his throat, well aware of how you stopped mid-track and how your face was getting closer to his inch by inch. "Yeah?" You whispered, and just as he was about to kiss you-

"Oh, get a room, you two!" You heard someone call out, making you jump in your place and ruining the moment. It was Sero wearing a spiderman costume, and Mina- she wore an oddly realistic Sailor Moon costume- and was snickering right behind the Spiderman.

"You look devilishly handsome, Todo-kun." She told him, making you roll your eyes.

"Where are the others?" You asked, and she pointed to the room that opened to the living room. "They already started. I can't tell you how hard it was to convince Bakugou to wear something other than his hero costume. He told us he was coming as the future number one hero." She rolled her eyes.

"What did he wear instead?" You asked as you opened the door, but your question was inaudible because of the banging music and chattering that left you dumbfounded for a second or so. The room smelled heavy, and the low lighting took a second for you to get used to it. There were pumpkins everywhere, toilet papers, ghosts, and fake spiders hung from the ceiling.

"Did Momo do all this?" You asked, amazed. "Yeah," Mina answered, shouting. "She's right there." She pointed at the couch that had a Shego from Kim possible, and she looked exhausted. "Oh, poor Momo, she did all the work." You muttered, but before you could go near her and thank her, a wild Pikachu appeared.

"Damn, Y/N, you look godsent!" Kaminari exclaimed when he saw you, his eyes widening, cheeks red with what you suspected to be the effects of alcohol. "What's with everyone and their bad puns today?" You muttered as you felt Shouto's arms pulling you a little closer to him. This caused you to send a quick glance at him, only to find him glaring at Kaminari. The Pikachu, who was oblivious to the cold glare he was receiving from your boyfriend, had two glasses in his hands -the glasses looked like pumpkins, and you noted in your head to go and thank Momo- "Here, drinks for the couple!" Kaminari exclaimed, slipping the cups into your hands, his wide grin causing your eyes to narrow in suspicion.

"What's in it?"

"Eh, don't worry about it and just- finish it in one go!" He told you, tapping your shoulder in a comforting concerning way. You only needed one sniff to know what it was, the strong alcohol scent causing you to grimace.

"Yeah, no." You answered, giving back the cups, which he gladly accepted. "Well then, that just means more alcohol for me!" He cheered, chugging both of the cups. Probably already forgot your existence, he walked towards the small crowd that was dancing, jamming to the music and grinning stupidly.

There was a huge pumpkin in the middle of the room, smoke coming out of it's carved eyes and mouth. People were dancing thoughtlessly around it, making it look like some twisted ritual.

Your eyes found the Sailor Moon that was dancing with Count Dracula -Tokoyami- and Spiderman, who was shooting web all around the place, the sight making you giggle.

You glanced back at your boyfriend, surprised to find him looking at you too, a soft smile on his lips. He lifted his hand without letting go of yours and pressed his lips softly on it, and he miraculously heard your little squeal of shock, despite the loud music that was shaking the decorations.

"Do you want to dance?" He muttered in your ear, leaning forward slightly and the familiar scent radiating from him making you sigh happily. "Yeah." You answered, letting him pull you to the middle of the room. His hand holding yours strongly, pulling you through the crowd, you finally found a place you could dance comfortably.

It was then when the loud music changed, a soft one replacing it instead. The sudden change caused you to look at the DJ -Shoji was supposed to be the Dj, but you locked eyes with a proud looking Ochako, instead. You noticed Shoji standing right next to her, a baffled look on his face- You sent a grateful look her way, and she answered with a bright smile.

"The song changed." Shouto commented, making you giggle.

He pulled you by your hand, causing you to lose your balance and fall towards him, he had a rare smug smile as one of his arms wrapped your waist and pulled you even closer to him.

"Gotta be careful." He muttered, his lips so close to your ear, it made you shiver, and you were sure by the smug smile that was slowly turning into a grin, that he could feel it, too.

"I'm falling for you, Shou." You teased, not expecting his cheeks to tinge pink. He leaned in, and you knew he was going to kiss you by the familiar look that was in his eyes. You had no complaints either, slightly moving on your tippy-toes, you reached towards him.

"I see the lovers are having fun." You heard someone say, the sound causing you to move away from your boyfriend, noting the way his eyes glaring coldly at the intruder. "You know, as a citizen of the most romantic city on earth, I can tell you that-"

"Go away." Shouto told the attention freak who had an emperor costume -Aoyama- without even letting him finish his sentence.

"But I was just telling you-"

"No." Shouto interrupted once again, not letting him finish his sentence. "Can you- can we talk later, Aoyama-Kun?" You told him when he looked like he was about to cry. "You see, we're dancing, and I don't think Shouto's in the mood to have a conversation."

"I'd love to listen to your adventures, though. Maybe you could tell all about it tomorrow?" You added to at least boost his ego a bit. He tried to look uninterested, but Aoyama would've died right then and there. "Yeah, if I have time, of course." He answered, fixing the plastic crown that was on his head and walked away to find a victim worthy of his time.

"Nice, see you later!" You called out and turned back to your grumpy boyfriend.

"Rude." You told him with a teasing poke to his cheek. "He was the one interrupting us. I just told him to go away." He defended himself. "You broke his heart. There's a difference!"

"He should've gone away the first time I told him. I would've talked to him if I wanted to, so why does he need to bother us?" He muttered, well aware the moment was -the second time tonight- ruined. You sighed when more people came your way, making small talk with you, more like Shouto telling them to kindly go away and you fixing the broken hearts. You loved them all, but the heavy air in the room, the smell of alcohol, sweat, perfumes, and many other things, the crowd and the people, all started to be a little too much for you. Though, you still did your best to hide it.

"Let's go." You heard Shouto's soft voice, a whisper that was so close to your ear, it made you shiver. Ignoring the group of people that were trying to talk with you two, he started leading you in a direction, and although you weren't sure where exactly, you trusted him fully and followed him.

You noticed the heavy, suffocating air had started to fade, and as you followed your boyfriend, the air had started to be at least a bit more breathable. You finally saw where he was taking you to, and you couldn't suppress your smile at how well he knew you.

"How did you know?" You asked him, only a meter between you and the balcony that opened to the fresh air and the slightly chilly night.

You just needed a second from all this music, the overly excited and drunk people, and the crowd altogether. And the fact that he had noticed this even before you yourself had just made you want to pull him into a kiss. And judging by the way he was looking at you, you weren't the only one.

"I think I-" He started to talk, but before he could even finish what he was saying, someone broke in between you. Again. "Oh- shit- sorry." A drunk Kirishima sent you both an apologetic grin and tried to find his balance. Shouto held him by his arm and steadied him, not even trying to hide how annoyed he was.

Kirishima's hair had red and orange streaks in it, his face also painted in various shades of red. "Hey, Kiri." You muttered, deciding that the balcony had to wait a while. "And, what are you supposed to be?" You asked him, trying to understand just how drunk he was.

"Oh, you can't tell?! I'm Calcifer, and that's my Howl!" He roared into your ear, pulling his arm free from Shouto, losing his balance once again.

You looked at where he was pointing, only to find the said ashy blonde sulking in the corner of the room, his hair still crazy as ever, though you had to admit the Howl costume looked really good on him.

You must've looked a little too long since you noticed how your boyfriend started to move once again, pulling you out to the balcony before anyone could stop him once again.

The fresh, cold air hit both your faces, making you sigh happily. It was times like this you noticed how nice it was to be able to breathe. There were only one or two people out in the balcony with you, most out here to smoke.

"Finally." He breathed, probably not even aware of the other people out there with you. He still hadn't let go of your hand, his thumb caressing your hand slightly, the small act of affection making your heart go feral.

Expecting him to pull you closer to him, you glanced his way when he didn't do anything, only to find his lips turned down in a frown. "Baby?" You asked. "Is there something wrong?"

"You seemed to like the Howl costume quite a lot." He mumbled under his breath, the tone, and the way he said it making you giggle. He was jealous. He saw the smile on your lips and pouted even more.

"I like you much much better."

"Of course, I'm the one who looks like Zuko, after all." He answered grumpily, but you noticed how his frown had melted into a soft smile, his hands now playing with the ruffles of your wings.

"I love you, Y/N." He whispered, his hands moving up from your wings to your cheek. His face getting closer to yours inch by inch, your hand automatically found it's way to his nape, unconsciously pulling him towards you.

"I love you, too, Shou."

As his warm lips touched yours, you felt so content and safe between his arms, you couldn't help but think that this was the best Halloween you ever had.

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oikawasass · 4 years

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ask box open for requests?? gimme shouto fluff

anything for u

I wrote this while listening to in love by khai dreams so if it’s embarrassingly soft that’s why

also this was really fun to write even though it’s much shorter than I would have liked because I haven’t written something super soft and descriptive like this in a while so fank u :D

rose and periwinkle skies.

‣ pairing : todoroki x fem reader.

‣ drabble.

‣ synopsis : sunsets and soft moments.

‣ wordcount : 508

‣ warnings : mild swearing.

Hues of pink and lavender coated the sky above them, fluffy white clouds placed almost strategically, illuminated a soft orange by the warm colour pallet behind them. The u.a building’s windows were all reflecting beautiful shades of rose and periwinkle from the sunset shining over the area.

Laying in the fresh grass underneath all of it was two students who attended the school, taking advantage of some of their free time to spend it together and admire the scene before them.

They weren’t ones for grand gestures or big important dates, the pair would much rather go to coffee shops, bakery’s, or stargaze over anything extravagant. The simplicity in their relationship is almost what made it so sweet.

Todoroki stared at the beautifully lit horizon with a soft, comfortable smile on his face, admiring the way all of the colours blended and merged together so seamless and smooth. With a turn of his head, his hair slowly draped off of his eyes, allowing him to see the girl laid beside him.

It was like a scene straight out of a sappy romance movie. The sun reflected perfectly onto her (colour) skin, making her cheeks and the tip of her nose glow a sweet yellow, like freshly made honey.

Todoroki’s smile only grew at the sight, realizing how full his heart felt with happiness at a simple glance her way. She was the only one who, as cheesy as it sounds, could make his heart feel like it was about to flutter away. And he was sure she would be for much more time to come.

Feeling his prolonged gaze, (name) turned her head to meet his icy, bi-coloured eyes. Her cheeks slightly warmed when she realized he had been staring at her, and a shy smile tugged up at her lips. To no surprise, Shouto smiled more.

“what?” (name) asked with a soft giggle, taking note of his growing grin. Todoroki simply shook his head in response.

“nothing, love” The boy answered, his eyes continuing to gaze over all of the features he’d come to adore so much.

A warm breeze blew through the hair, causing some (colour) strands of hair to fall gently over (name’s) face, just over her eyes.

Propping himself up on his elbow, Todoroki reached over and carefully pushed the stray strands back behind her ear, leaning down and placing a kiss atop her forehead after doing so.

“you just..look beautiful.” He said while gazing down into her glossy (colour) eyes. (name) chuckled quietly at the compliment and reached her hands up to gently cup her boyfriend’s cheeks, pulling him down to softly kiss him.

“you’re sooooft, Shou.” she teased with another giggle, Shouto’s own low chuckle joining her this time. He slowly brought his free hand to wrap around her waist while his head gently rested atop her chest. (name’s) fingers instantly went to soothingly comb through his hair, knowing how much he loved the action.

With a comfortable sigh and an inevitable sweet smile, Todoroki nodded his head slowly.

“only for you.”

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weebsinstash · 5 years

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The Calm // yandere Present Mic x f! Reader

the next part of my poly erasermic series, taking place directly after this! this one is mostly about Present Mic and Reader’s relationship and how she’s starting to adjust to her new life! everything is still poly, but since this is mostly Mic, I didn’t tag it as EraserMic in the title

warnings for reader being touch-starved (again), some angst, alcohol, drunk sex/dubcon, cunnilingus, dirty talk, stockholm syndrome? recreational drug mention/referenced use

this is literally 10k words so like buckle yourselves in for a loooong read of poorly constructed convoluted lemon goodness

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The sun is coming up as the Hero known as Present Mic is finally done with his radio show, checking the time on his phone as the man heads to his car. He hadn't gotten any messages from Shouta or his other precious beloved, and it made him a bit curious, to say the least. An update on the wounded Pro's condition was something he had been expecting, yet even as he texted his husband, he didn't get a reply. Since he and his partner carpooled to their teaching jobs together, however, Hizashi needed to stop by home anyways, so he supposed that he could just see the two of them when he got there.

Yamada quietly lets himself in since it was still early in the morning, and is instantly greeted by the most adorable of sights. His lovers were asleep on the living room couch together, Shouta snoring softly as you seemed to be cuddled up into the man's chest with his arms around you. The emcee's phone is out in an instant as he takes too many pictures to count, wanting to capture every angle and every detail of the heartwarming and rare scene. Fuck, he wished so badly that he didn't have to ruin such an adorable moment, but the two Heroes had to get ready for work, and with a heavy reluctance, Hizashi speaks up.

"Shou," The blonde whispers softly, reaching out to gently shake the dark-haired man's shoulder to rouse him from slumber. "Shouta, wake up, we gotta get ready."

A groan escapes the Erasure Hero as his eyes lazily drift open, a tired yawn escaping his mouth as he takes in his surroundings: the rising sun, his awaiting husband, and the too-cute little darling fast asleep on his chest. "Do I... have to get up?" Aizawa jokingly asks as he revels in feeling you rest against him, and that all-too-close voice seems to cause you to stir slightly, a grunt leaving you as, in your unconscious state, you cling onto him a little tighter.

"Awwww," Hizashi croons. "Shouta you can't get up now, she's bein' too-"

Eraserhead is already giving you a gentle shake, much to the men's mutual disappointment. As you slowly woke up, blinking tiredly to see the Heroes staring at you with those lovestruck expressions of theirs, you seem almost confused for a moment, taking a few seconds to remember what you had been doing last before abruptly pulling yourself to sit up, seemingly embarrassed that you had been lying against Aizawa, let alone having fallen asleep while cuddling your captor.

"Sorry," Shouta apologizes to you before a large yawn escapes him, patting the top of your head. "I know you need to sleep after staying up so late, but I have to head to work."

You just shyly avert your eyes and nod, and Hizashi senses something... different about your behavior. Sure, he can't put his finger on exactly what, but you almost seem more... submissive? Compliant? Reasonable? And the way Shouta looks at you, so full of love and pride... did something happen between you two?

You slowly move to stand, glancing nervously between the two men before silently moving towards the stairs, though a certain blonde steps in your way. "Give your main squeeze a kiss before you head back to bed?" He urges with a cheshire grin, and, surprisingly, you seem to pause in hesitation. Did you look at Shouta just now? Your eyes are all but glued elsewhere as you simply move to hug him, and even that comes as a surprise to the host that was only teasing you. Hizashi is left with raised brows and many questions as you sleepily trudge off towards the stairs to head for your bedroom.

He swears he can hear you say something softly before starting up the steps.

“...Have a good day.”

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It didn’t take long for Eraserhead to change into his Hero attire, and there’s palpable questions hanging in the air as the two men meet up to head to UA.

"Soooo~" Hizashi's voice is curious and expecting as the two of them step out into the garage, the raven-haired Hero taking a moment to make sure the security system was armed as the garage’s heavy shutters raise to open. "you wanna fill me in on what that was all about? Homegirl’s actin’ pretty different, if ya ask me."

Aizawa lets out a chuckle as they climb into the car, scratching the back of his neck in a move that could be interpreted as bashful. "She was being so sweet last night. I came in soaking wet, covered in wounds, and she actually tried to help me feel better."

"Yeah, I was real surprised when she shot me a text!" The radio host exclaims before giving a pause, taking a moment to turn the key to start up the engine. "You're ok though, right? You are movin' and groovin' kinda slower than usual. How hurt didja get?"

Aizawa scowls, averting his gaze elsewhere. "Nothing Recovery Girl can't fix. I’m more frustrated that someone caught me off-guard." The Hero mumbles before growing quiet, and he lets out a soft sigh, breathless and dreamy as the garage closes behind them, yet another lock added to your cage. "You know, she... even let me kiss her."

Hizashi's eyes widen in surprise, looking back at the house through the rearview mirror before the car passes through the gate, almost wishing he could turn the vehicle around, if only just to see you for a little while longer. "For real? For how long? Any tongue?"

Shouta's cheeks turn slightly pink. "It was only for a few seconds since she was already... emotional."

"Yo, you better start giving me every detail or I won't suck you off for a month! For two months! Three!"

"Stop being so pushy, Loudmouth, I was going to tell you anyways," Shouta grumbles before his expression softens, thinking back onto last night. "When I first came in, she got out of her chair right away to come up to me, asking me what happened. I told her I was fine, but she wasn’t really buying it. Brought me some towels, even told me there was tea made in the kitchen if I needed something to ‘help warm me up’.”

“Oh my god, she’s so cute.” The radio host interjects. “I want her to make me some tea.”

Eraserhead chuckles at the blonde’s pout before continuing. “I went to get cleaned up, get a change of clothes, and when I came back, she was turning on the stereo. I got myself a drink before I asked if she could sit next to me, which she did so that was nice. Then a certain someone--” He flashes his husband a grin. “came back on the air, and she was just so embarrassed by your little dedication, it was the most precious thing.”

“Yeah, I have that affect on people~”

“Sure you do, ladykiller. But, anyways,” Aizawa’s expression grew soft, less cocky and more... sentimental. “I could tell she was... lonely, being all tense every time I so much as moved, so I gently took her face in my hands and she just--" He pauses as if trying to find the right wording. "fell apart. She got so overwhelmed and flustered, she just started tearing up. She would hardly even look me in the eye."

Hizashi listened on with rapt interest as his husband continued, the Erasure Hero having that particular glint in his eyes the men tended to develop when talking about their precious. "She was just so shy, Zashi. She wouldn’t even sit still for me to look at her, like she was afraid of getting affection from me. But I kept talking to her, not letting go, kissing her face again and again, and she just... accepted it, tucking her face into my chest to cry. Seeing her so needy and vulnerable like that, I just... couldn’t help myself. I kissed her, and she let me, and once I was finished... she asked for me to hold her." The man lets himself relax into his chair, closing his eyes as he lets himself revisit the pleasant memory. “What kind of man would I have been to say no? Not that I wanted to; she obviously needed it.”

“Man, I need it.” Present Mic laments with a pout. “I wanna hold my baby girl too. Shit, I haven’t even gotten to spoon since that first day we moved here. I’m havin’ withdrawals, Shou. Why’s she gotta like you more, huh?”

“She’ll warm up to you eventually. I know I did.” Aizawa gives his husband an affectionate pat to his shoulder. “She’s still adjusting, but obviously she’s starting to settle in, realize this is where she’s meant to be. I’m sure you’ll get what you need before too much longer.”

The blonde just quirks his lips as his brows furrow in thought, feeling little sparks of jealousy start to fester inside of him. “Yeah... I sure hope so.”

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It’s been only a week since you spent that fated night with Shouta, but it was getting harder and harder for Hizashi to try and stifle his emotions.

At first, he tries to ease you into it, into being just as affectionate with him as you were with Shouta. You had gotten more used to coming out of your room, and he’d come up behind you while you were cooking in the kitchen or making tea, planting a kiss to your cheek, saying how nice it was to see you, how he missed you. Every time, you would shy away, shrink back from his touches, avoid his eyes, but you weren’t being a little venom-spitting cobra about it anymore, and you would kinda smile sometimes, so that was... something... right?

Yet he doesn’t want your quiet, passive acceptance! He wants your praise and your hugs and your cuddles and your kisses! He wants your affection! He wants your love!!

The blonde isn’t sure if he’s feeling desperate or angry. He missed seeing you happy, he missed hearing your laughter, hanging out with you. Maybe he and Shouta had tried to move things with you too fast. Maybe they should’ve waited for you to grow closer to them before confessing their strong feelings.

But that single moment of rational thought is snuffed out quickly. No, you were wanting to move out! And what if some other guy had tried to steal you away first, some loser scumbag who would just make you more insecure? You needed them!! That was a fact, a true and honest fact!!!!

Present Mic used to feel so pumped by working at UA, but over time, he can’t help but notice how much more often he’s checking the clock, several times an hour, countless times a day, counting down to when he could leave and see his sweet darling. The Hero would send you messages and selfies and texts, but you never responded. There was a time when he was staring at his phone, and for a brief couple of seconds, he saw that telltale line of bouncing dots, an indication that you were typing something back as he felt his heart dance with excitement.

And then whatever you had thought of, you must have erased, not replying anything at all and leaving him feeling hollow. If only suppressing this need of his was as easy as loving you. If only you would just accept how you belonged together. If only you would stop being so scared and just give him another chance.

Well, Hizashi never was one to give up. He had to keep trying. He had to.

-----

Talk about a long fucking day. One of the older admissions for the Hero course had managed to give Present Mic a good slug to the gut and the blonde had an aching soreness ever since, not to mention that Shouta wound up getting jumped with paperwork right before the two of them were about to head home, leaving the homeroom teacher trapped by obligationr.

“You want me to loop back around for ya later to drive ya home?” Hizashi questions sympathetically as the sight of the mountain of documents had his husband literally groaning. “Or... I can help with ‘em; we can go for a duet!”

“No, it’s fine, I know how much you hate this stuff.” Shouta all but drags himself to his office chair, pulling his hair back to keep it out of his way as he thumbs through some of the forms. “This is... going to take me a while. I can take a cab close enough to home and walk the rest of the way. Should be fine; I actually managed to remember my keys today.”

Ah, that was right. The two of them had enough awareness to take certain steps to not reveal their new home or leave much of a trail, and none of their coworkers and close friends were even aware the men had even moved. Sill... Mic didn’t exactly feel comfortable leaving without his better half.

“Actually... this might even be a good thing.”

Aizawa’s comment had Hizashi pursing his lips quizzically, and the Erasure Hero popped a small smile. “It’d let you and Kitten have some time alone. Don’t think I haven’t seen how high-strung you’ve been lately. Well, more than usual anyways.”

“Hah...” Mic lets out a small laugh, placing a kiss to his husband’s cheek. “Thanks, babe. I’ll see you at home later, ok? Try not to stay out too late, and hey, if there’s a tie around the doorknob--”

“Yeah yeah, enough with your jokes.” Shouta waves him away with a little smirk. “Let’s see you get out of here first. Can’t get started on this work with your noisy self serving as a distraction.”

“You know you looooove me!” Hizashi coos at the door, making a kissy face that just makes his partner chuckle, shaking his head.

“A little more each day. See you later, Zashi.”

“See ya later!”

---

It was an unusual feeling to be driving home alone, the car feeling uncharacteristically empty as Hizashi was all but thrumming with energy in his seat. Sure, it was lame as hell that his hubby got kept at work, but the man had a point! Some time alone with you was just what your relationship needed! He doesn’t have work tomorrow, so the two of you can stay up as long as you wanted! Tonight is the night, he can feel it!

Parking the car in the garage, the blonde is whistling a merry tune as he punches in the security code and lets himself in, ready to announce his arrival when something beat him to the punch.

"Hello?" He hears a familiar and oh so lovely voice call out, one that made his heart pitter-patter like an EDM beat. "You’re finally home, right? C'mereeeee!"

It sounded like you were calling from the living room, and the Hero is curious to say the least of your sudden willingness to speak to him. "Coming!" He makes sure to call back as he slips off his shoes at the door, movements rushed as he hurries to find you. Is this what he had been waiting for? Were you finally warming up to him?!

You were in the living room, plopped down on the couch with Mochi in your lap, watching TV until you saw the man enter your line of sight, and surprisingly, you perk up at his presence. “Hiiiii!” You have a mile-wide smile, and your movements are clumsy as you shoo the cat from your body to pick up your empty cup. “It’s been so boring here by myself, so it’s nice–”

There’s a thud as your leg bumps against the coffee table, and there’s a very telling way that you stumble, managing to catch yourself but nearly dropping your container. “Oh nooo!” You burst into giggles. “That could’ve been really embarrassing!”

Hizashi blinks at you, going over in his head over and over how the way you were behaving was so distantly familiar, something he hadn’t seen in a while, something like--

“Honey, are you… are you drunk?”

You place a finger to your lips with a dopey grin. “Shhh, don’t tell Shouta, he’s not the fun one.”

“Babe, I think maybe–” Present Mic stops himself mid-lecture, blinking for a moment before asking “You think I’m the fun one?”

“Well duh.” You roll your eyes, and your footsteps are sluggish as you start to walk to the kitchen. “I’m gonna… get another drink, but… you should sit with me! Let’s hang out!!”

The blonde is left alone in the living room as you move past him, and he follows you like a lovesick puppy. You move up to the kitchen counter, pouring straight liquor into your cup until it reached a desired depth, quickly mixing some soda in to stir with a straw. He briefly wonders if he should stop you, to keep you from becoming too intoxicated, but you look over at him and flash a big smile that makes him absolutely weak.

Well, just for tonight wouldn’t hurt, right? He can’t help but grin back at you.

“Sure babe, let’s get wasted!”

---

Both of you were vegetating on the couch as a show on the food network played on the large plasma screen TV, and Hizashi audibly groans as the camera angle pans across a shot of creamy melted cheese being drizzled over a slab of sizzling meat.

“Fuck, that looks amazing right now.” He sighs, taking another swig from his beer.

“Doesn’t it?” You agree, shifting from your opposite end of the couch, the fog of intoxication heavy in your mind, leaving you in a relaxed, giggly state of sedation. “It’s making me hungry. Need us some fondue up in this bitch. Or pizza. Or something sweet.”

“I can always whip somethin’ up?” Hizashi suggests, and you notice with a bit of anxiety that he’s scooted closer to you. “All you gotta do is call in that request, listener.”

You swallow, your mouth dry and thoughts jumbled, not sure if you wanted to eagerly accept the thought of delicious food or refuse since he was... you know... not exactly a friend of yours anymore. Not since he and his husband had taken you. God, how long had it even been since then? Was that three months ago? Four? It was like the passage of time moved differently in this house, the only way of keeping track being the calendar on this modded phone of yours and the occasional news report you watched, and to be honest, at this point you aren’t even entirely sure what date it was when you--

Hands touching you snap you out of your thoughts, brought back to reality to see that Yamada had set down his beer to get himself cozied right up beside you, starting to push closer, closer, his weight pressing against you. You’re immediately tense, the worst kinds of thoughts shooting through your head, and out of fear you try and pull away, but Mic just shushes you, tugging you back. “Hey, hey, it’s just me, baby. You know you’re safe with me.”

That wasn’t true and you knew it firsthand, but it seemed like the most the blonde was doing was... snuggling, trapping you against the arm of the sofa as his arms wrapped around you, his legs pulling up onto the cushions as he... lays against you.

And... you hate that you feel such a way, but... it feels... nice. The light squeeze of his arms, the way he takes a moment to nuzzle his cheek into your shoulder before his eyes went back to the TV, simply holding you. It was just easier, both physically and psychologically, to accept it and sit there. For a moment, you try and let yourself pretend that... nothing existed outside of this moment. Nothing was in the past, in the future, no worries or troubles. You were just sitting here, in this house, drunk, watching a nice program on tv as someone cuddles you.

And it feels nice. You feel guilty and want to hate yourself, thought after thought after thought about ‘what should I do’ keeps bouncing around inside of your head but, if you allowed yourself to try and push all of that away, then... you like this. At the very least, you like... being held. Feeling loved. To be close to someone that wasn’t your mom or a friend or a counselor and just be... loved.

Even if it isn’t real. You know it isn’t real. Nothing this selfish and irrational like how these two men were was real, healthy love but

it’s something. Something new. Even if it’s just this big jigsaw puzzle of things going great in the beginning, to going awful, from happy to scared to just... accepting it somehow... the pieces fit together, and you’re still not sure what the picture is yet, but... it’s easier to try and just go with it then trying to squint at something you can’t understand.

Oh god, is this what Stockholm Syndrome is? Are you getting... used to this?

Hizashi is quiet as you reach for your drink, clinging just a little tighter as you empty it of every last drop. It’s easier not to think about it, you try and explain to yourself. Even if just for this one night, you don’t want to think about any of this. You just want to relax. You want to stop living in terror. You just want things to be... nice.

At the very least, you’ll just drink until you can at least trick yourself into being happy.

---

It’s not even a full hour later and you can tell that the alcohol has fully settled in your system. Sure, you’re a little out of it, but you’ve managed to hit that intoxicated sweet spot of everything not being absolutely terrible, that nice little window where everything on TV is just sooo interesting and the sight of the cat walking into the room fills you with joy as you click your tongue and motion for her. There’s a chuckle from the man beside you as Mochi approaches, letting you bend forward to pet her head, Hizashi reluctantly loosening his grip to make the motion a little bit easier.

“What a chungus.” You coo, scratching under her chin, feeling her soft white fur under your skin that seemed to buzz. “Big kitty. Little fat baby.”

“Hey, that’s our little fat baby, thank you very much. C’mere, old girl,” Mic stretches with you to give the cat some pets of his own, some of his long hair managing to tickle your nose as it briefly brushes against your face, causing you to sneeze, the sudden noise giving Mochi a startle as she quickly waddles into another room.

“Nooooo! Mochiiiiii!” You whine, sitting back up straight to stretch your arms out for her dramatically. “Damn it, Yamada! You made me scare her away!”

Hizashi pouts, disappointed you still aren’t calling him by his name, but hey, even just Yamada is an improvement! He tucks some of those long golden strands behind his ear sheepishly. “Sorry, my bad. This shit can be such a handful when I don’t have it all gelled up. Maybe I should think about gettin’ it cut...”

“I…” You pause, exhaling in your drunken stupor, and to the man’s surprise, you entwine a strand of blonde hair around a finger. “I think you look better with your hair down.”

Hizashi… actually becomes flustered, blushing as you earnestly ran your fingers through his golden locks. “God, it’s so soft. What shampoo do you use?” You blink, touching his hair a little longer before seemingly remembering where you were, withdrawing your hand in a way easily interpreted as flustered, averting your eyes. “Sorry, um… yeah, you look… good in a bun, or... with it down period,” You drunkenly confess. “I like it better like this.”

The radio star chuckles, and he’s clutching onto you again all the more closely. “You tryna say you think I’m handsome, sweet thing? Broadcast those thoughts for me, baby.”

“Don’t push it, douche.” You giggle, shaking your head, feeling lips briefly peck against your cheek, hands rubbing your sides. “Stoooop… you’re embarrassing me…”

“My cute giggly girl…” Yamada rumbles lowly, his touches becoming more determined, one hand sneaking under your shirt and smoothing over your bare stomach. “You know I’m crazy for you, right? I’d give you anything you want, ya know… Just gotta be honest ‘bout how you feel… give your man a shout out.”

It’s obvious how his words and touches make you freeze, hesitate, regretting how friendly you’ve been as the man’s intentions seem far less than innocent. So much for trying to make yourself comfortable in any capacity. It was only encouraging his more delusional tendencies, egging on these fantasies of a loving relationship rather than the reality of you making do with what you were dealt with. Talk about having to walk a tightrope.

You move to scoot away from him, to stand up and leave, but a hand snags your bicep, eagerly pulling you back for an arm to curl around your middle. “C'mon, please don’t leave,” Hizashi begs, alcohol on his breath as it ghosts against your neck. “You know I wouldn’t hurt ya… just wanna spend some time with you…”

Your face just burns as the blonde kisses your shoulder, heart racing as his arms loop around your stomach, this time letting your weight rest against him. With your head pressing against his chest, a longing sigh falls from his lips. “Feels so damn good to hold you, you know. You have no idea how much I’ve been wantin’ it.”

That devilish thought creeps into your head once more that it’s certainly a nice change to actually be desired for once, even if it’s not quite in the way you would like. Long fingers push the television remote back into your hands, encouraging you to let him snuggle you while you found a way to distract yourself, but once again, you’re consumed with worries. Should you really keep encouraging him? Or... was doing this not even so bad? It was just snuggling, right? That would… be safe, wouldn’t it?

You shift a little into a position where it’s easier to see the television, his chest pressed against your back as you rest against the blonde, starting to flip through the channels to try and find something more stimulating to watch. Some sort of film was the first thing to catch your eye, something about a career woman who was getting strung out from living such a professional, adult life, something you could relate to in a sense, not that you liked to admit that weakness. There’s a peaceful quietness in the room as you and Hizashi simply watched the movie, and during the quiet scenes, you could pick up on the light drizzle of rain that had started outside.

There it is, that same thought again: this is nice.

At least... until a certain scene began to play. The protagonist was having an argument with one of her male coworkers, one whom she had been having some... tension with, their chemistry almost palpable. A pit of awkward anxiety is forming in your stomach as you can see all too well where the story is heading as they begin to get up into each others faces, their eyes locking intensely, and then-

Yeah, there they go. The two adults are heatedly making out, your arms drawing in closer to yourself as you wished such a sudden scene hadn’t decided to play in the presence of the man at your side. Her coworker grabs her hips, hosting her up to sit on the desk behind her, a close-up camera on his hands sneaking under her pencil skirt to start peeling off her stockings, but he’s getting down on his knees, and--

Oh no. There’s fire in your skin as his face disappears between her legs, and while it’s not exactly porn, the imagery is... explicit, his fingers digging in to her hips, hers tugging on his hair as you can see his head bob up and down as she cries out, loudly--

You can’t help but feel your legs clench, just a little, and you can’t take watching this in front of Hizashi. “Okay, that’s enough of that!” You laugh just a little too loudly as you quickly changed the channel, a warmth beginning to flicker alive in your core. Of all the things to come on when one of them is with you, of all the things--!!!

“Are you sure you had enough? Don’t wanna... go back and watch the rest?” God he sounds so fucking smug.

“No! I just-I just hate when they just... shoehorn unnecessary sex scenes into movies!! She was a strong independent woman and--”

The huge, knowing smirk on his face snuffs out any confidence you had in trying to play the facade. “Really? That it? Cause it looked to me like you were just pressin’ those cute thighs together. See somethin’ you like?” He questions smugly, and his face is in your neck, kissing a line in the soft skin up to the shell of your ear. “You want me to do something naughty to you, baby?” His voice rumbles in his throat like a growl, deep and sensual in a way that makes something in your belly quiver. “I’ve been wanting you so bad. I wanna see you squeeze down on my cock and cry out with that pretty little mouth of yours.”

“Stop,” Your voice comes out in a squeak, fire pooling in between your thighs as your hands grip his arm as he feels all too close. Oh shit, oh fuck, oh sh--

“Daddy’s been missin’ his pretty girl. Been dyin’ to do such dirty things to you.” Hizashi groans, and there’s a palm smoothing over the top of your thigh, fingers idling as they sneak under the waistband of your shorts. Green eyes watch your legs press harder together, your body squirming, and he smirks against your ear as he went in for the kill. “Let me eat your pussy, baby.”

This time you don’t say anything, yet the smallest of sounds leaves your mouth; a whimper, flustered and brief. He knows you’re turned on, it’s written all over your face. The Hero is successfully seducing you, and it only makes him throb with need. “Are you wet for me, gorgeous?” Present Mic teases as he finally speaks in a lighter pitch, dropping the pure audial lust right into your eardrums, and you just fidget your thighs in embarrassment as his hand sneaks deeper into your shorts, fingers rubbing your cunt through your panties. That devious smile of his only grows; you’re soaked.

Guilt and shame are all but overwhelming as you feel hot all over, and seeing as you were hardly resisting him, Hizashi decided he would take this opportunity to put his hand down and into your panties. "Fuck, babe…“ Mic groans, starting to slide his digits over your pussy that was so, so wet, your juices coating his long fingers. He all but melts at feeling your clit all perky and swollen like it was begging for his touch, and your legs twitch as he gives it a quick rub. “So freakin’ cute...”

You’re surprised (and honestly disappointed) at how quickly his touch withdraws from your pants, but it’s solely for the Hero to grab your shoulders. Ever so quickly does the man turn you around, pushing you up against the arm of the sofa for support, deliberately moving your legs to be on each side of him. He dips forward for a kiss, peppering his way up your neck, to your jaw, before pressing his lips to yours, There’s a hand on the back of your head, and while it isn’t forcing you into place, Hizashi can’t help but note you don’t pull away, at least not immediately. His eager smooch is broken as you crane your neck, a small gasp leaving you as your shirt is pushed higher onto your chest as his lips begin to leave a trail of kisses leading downwards, and god can he feel you practically quivering as he reaches your navel.

“I-I can’t,” You try to protest, feeling like your heart is all but a jackhammer inside of your chest.

“Why not?” Present Mic asks as simply as if wanting to know the weather. “You’re obviously into it.”

“No I’m not!” You lie. “And-and besides, I’m getting pretty tired, and I’ve been... uh... sweating! From the drinking!”

“Don’t care.”

“But-but I haven’t even shaved recently, and I mean, who would want to deal with that, not to mention-

"And I said I don’t fuckin’ care. I’m a grown-ass man and I’m goin’ down on you ‘til I grow gills.”

Wow, that’s... definitely a blunt way to put it, but considering the way you shiver, such a treatment is something you’re looking forward to, or at least your body, which is being leagues more honest. Fingers hook under the waistband of your shorts and panties to eagerly yank them down, and despite your anxieties, you wiggle to allow him to slip them off one ankle. There’s no time wasted at all as the Hero quickly shoves his face in between your thighs, feeling you tense up beneath his touch as he braces his hands on the soft skin.

You know he’s drunk, but the man gets such a dreamy, hazy look on his face that you want to curl up and hide as he stares at your intimates. “I didn’t get a good peek the first time around, but you’ve got such an adorable pussy, baby.” A chuckle leaves him as the praise makes you shudder, and he uses his thumbs to further part your folds, watching your entrance twitch and throb. “Such a pretty color, and your clit’s all swollen too.” His cheek presses against your thigh as those green eyes look up at you with hunger and mischief, a flushed hue upon his face.

“You look good enough to eat.”

There’s a tremble in your body as Hizashi opens his mouth, licking a slow, long push of his tongue up your drenched pussy, letting the tip briefly flick against your clit. Small jerks of your hips are hard to repress as the action is repeated in an agonizing pattern, the Pro Hero’s eyes glued to your face to watch you watch him lap at your swollen folds. His nose is deliberately bumping into your clit while that sinful tongue delves into your core to eat up the juices leaking out like a man in the desert who finally found his blessed oasis.

It wasn’t your intention to let out a gasp as Hizashi suckles on your clit, making your hips buck once more. His fingers helped spread your folds to give him full-access to lick the swollen bud from each angle, swirling his tongue around it, putting his mouth over you as he gives greedy little sucks that made his cheeks sink in and out. Touches that ranged from slightly teasing to unbearably good make your hips squirm and sway, and maybe you’re not even aware of it as you roll forward against his mouth, soft thighs briefly squeezing the sides of his head to trap him against your cunt.

Not that Hizashi is complaining, noooooo, not at all. The Hero has an expression of pure ecstasy, his face burning red as his eyes drift from being closed in some euphoric bliss to watching your cute little expressions. Two of his fingers easily slide in your sopping slit and crook upwards, rooting around as fuck, he just found your g-spot, oh fuck. Your legs tremble and fidget as he keeps tonguing your clit, thrusting his fingers up against that one place as you feel all of his stimulation starting to feel better, and better, and better. Lips are all but welding shut to try and keep any embarrassing noises from escaping yourself, but it still wasn’t enough, little hums and whines like a song Hizashi wanted to listen to forever. The Hero just keeps licking and sucking all while pounding your g-spot over and over, those green eyes never leaving your face, adoring every gasp and blink and the adorable way you held yourself as your hips bucked again, again, again--

Hizashi is still sucking on your clit as you cum, your head rolling back, thighs clamping down on the sides of his head as you lock up, hips and back arching up from the sofa and into his sinful stimulation, the way he’s groaning against your cunt only making it feel all the more dizzying. Your whole pussy is throbbing, pulsing against his mouth as you practically go numb, Mic pulling away only to kiss your pearl lovingly, letting his lips brush against it and bring you further pleasure.

But as the sensations between your legs start to return, the man just keeps kissing, delivering loving little pecks to your clit that was all too sensitive. “Stop...!” You wheeze, feeling out of breath and light-headed as his tongue just swirls around your nub. “Oh god, stop, that’s too much...!”

But how can he when your begging voice is so cute, and your cunt is so lovely on his tongue? When your shaking hands, desperate to escape those mind-numbing sucks and swipes, reach down to try and push him back, he only briefly stops to snag your wrists, his grip bruising. “I’m not done,” Hizashi growls at you, his brows furrowed with those emerald eyes practically glowing with predatory intent. “Can’t make a man wait for so long and then just tell him when to stop. That’s not how this works, baby.”

Fuck, he’s only going harder than before as his mouth latches over the puffy swollen folds of your pussy, keeping your struggling wrists held down as he’s reducing you to a total mess. It’s some sort of sick mixture of pain and pleasure where you can’t tell where one becomes the other, tears pooling in your eyes as your hips jerk and buck for some sort of escape to no avail. Your lids are fluttering as your eyes roll back, finding it harder and harder to form coherent thought, and you’re literally whining and begging in tears. “Stop, it’s too much, it’s too much, Hizashi please, Hizashi stop, oh my god, Hizashi, don’t, Hizash--”

You’re not sure if it’s another orgasm, but something he does brings you to a whole new threshold of pleasure, and your cunt is spasming wildly as the blonde finally lets go of your wrists, pulling himself back to admire his handiwork. A little bit of drool dribbled from the corner of your mouth while your legs couldn’t seem to stop twitching with powerful aftershocks, eyes shut while your chest heaved to try and get you some air after all that gasping and moaning.

Honestly you’re not sure if you want to hit him or kiss him, you can’t even think that far. All you know is that was fucking incredible.

“I hate you...” You mumble quietly, voice a breathless whisper as you wipe off your eyes as the warmth in your core spreads throughout your whole body. “You’re... such a stupid asshole...!”

Hizashi is finishing licking your juices off of his fingers like the debauched heathen he is when he just snickers. “Love you too, my little diva. Specially when you sing so pretty for me.”

It’s quiet besides the sound of your breathing and the background noise of the TV you forgot was even still on, and you almost feel like you can’t even move as you reach for the remote that had dropped into the floor to turn the device off. You hadn’t expected the loud blonde to keep his mouth shut as he seems to be letting you recover, and you make what you’d like to think was a mistake of glancing down to see he’s still hard, cock clearly hard and outlined in his tight pants. God, after all that, why are you still... wanting more? Wanting to be stuffed?

Hizashi is looking at you expectantly, as if daring you to say something first, biting his bottom lip as he rubs a palm over his restrained, absolutely aching girth. A question is all too overbearing as it hangs in the air, one that, unbeknownst to the other, you both shared:

how far were you going to allow him to go?

“Do you...”

Your voice cracks, and those green eyes are all but lighting up in untold excitement as you swallow, seeming to be thinking over your words. “Do you guys have… any more of those… morning-after pills?”

Hizashi stares at you wide-eyed as he processes what he prays you mean. “Do you…” He swallows, his heart pounding impossibly hard in his chest. “D'ya think you’re… gonna need it?”

You feel your entire face flush with heat. “Do you have it or not?”

The blonde nods frantically, and for a brief moment, you look him in the eye, bashful but pleading, taking in a deep breath to try and quell your raging heart. “Then… hurry up and fuck me already.”

There’s no need to tell him twice. He races to start pulling off his belt, unbuttoning his pants, all but tearing them off to leave only boxers made confining by his stiff cock. It feels like only a few seconds have passed before his impressive shaft is released and prodding against your folds, excited to the point of being impatient, rushed as if the man wanted to begin before you had a chance to rethink consent. Or rather maybe, he was desperate to begin, and it showed.

Hizashi suffocates you with a kiss, both of you groaning into each other as his cock sinks in to the hilt. He’s literally fighting to start off slower than he wants to, literal torture as he feels like your wet warm pussy is making him all but melt. You’re tight enough that it creates a blissful drag each time he dips his hips deeper into you, and his thrusts make you rock slightly as he sits up, instead grabbing your hips to pull you closer, making it easier for him to sink forward inside your heat.

“God I missed this pussy.” The Hero sighs, lightly pulling you back onto each of his thrusts, making sure his dick hit you nice and deep, brushing lightly against your womb. “So much better than jerkin’ off. Doesn’t even come close.” There’s a slight increase in his pace, that watchful gaze of his giving you a once over. “This ain’t too fast, right? You don’t need more time or anything?”

You shake your head, too ashamed to admit aloud that you wouldn’t mind if he went even faster, though the radio host seemed to think that himself. The sofa certainly wasn’t any bed, and the limited space restricts some of his options as he braces himself above you, his hair hanging down like a golden curtain as he fucks down into your squeezing cunt. Hizashi’s none too shy about looking you right in the eyes while he stirs up your insides, his breathing becoming heavier, noisier, little grunts released under his breath. There’s something undeniably tender about the way he looks at you, something so flustering in of itself that you have to look elsewhere, to which he just laughs softly. “So cute... you’re too cute, songbird.”

It’s just praise, but it still riles you up, and you’re let unsure of what to do as the thrusting of his great cock become more frequent, vigorous. Where should you put your hands? Should you look at him? Oh, but eye contact is so embarrassing! He’s staring at you so intently, lovingly, like some sort of work of art at a museum, or a beloved partner, and it just makes your cheeks burn all the more.

Present Mic feels his heart ready to burst as you lift your arms, reaching up, reaching out for him, only able to reach his shoulders, but he can guess what you’re wanting as he brushes his hair out of the way for him to lower himself down, those toned arms sneaking around and underneath you. “You like it when I hold you, baby?” Came a question soft in volume but carrying palpable excitement, mustached lips pressing tenderly to your ear, and your arms just squeeze him tighter. You nod quickly, eagerly, and the Voice Hero gets the most prideful little smirk. “Yeah, figured as much. Just let Daddy make you feel good…”

He’s an expert at keeping his rhythm, peppering little smooches over your neck as he lavishes your body with affectionate touches. The radio star makes sure to keep you embraced closely, hips bumping against your own, sending shocks of pleasure through your belly as you clench around his thrusting cock. His words are becoming less distinctive the longer he goes on, the more your wet, warm cunt surrounds his sensitive dick. God, you’ve got him aching to burst, and he adjusts his pace and position to try to keep himself from cumming too quickly.

“Oh baby… oh honey… oh fuck, I’ve been wantin’ this so bad…” Hizashi is breathless, his soft hair brushing against you. “Your skin is so soft… you smell so nice… and you sound so fuckin’ cute, god damn…”

The Hero hears your breathing hitch, shaking, and your legs seem to part just a little more for him. He thought as much that you had a praise kink, and it’s all too easy for him to indulge you, especially when it makes you clench down this tightly. God he loves you. You’re so sweet, and cute, and you fit in his arms so perfectly that it makes his head spin. Ohhh, he already knew, but fuck if this doesn’t reaffirm that he never wants to let anyone else but him and his husband have you for themselves, and his thrusts only become more rough as proof.

“Say you’re my princess.”

It’s a request you’re almost unbelieving of hearing, until his pace slows, and he pulls back just enough to put his forehead against yours. You look so adorably flustered, little tears from the friction and ecstasy of sex running down your cheeks, maybe something else as well, something sentimental and vulnerable and delicate. The blonde is equally a mess, his long hair tossled and sticking to him with sweat, entire face flushed red with half-lidded eyes drunk on euphoric physical bliss, uneven breathing, and blown pupils that were obsessively focused on you, on every purse in your moaning lips, to every twitch of every facial muscle.

“Say you’re my princess.” He repeats. “I’ll get you anything you want. A new game, new clothes, new jewelry, fuck, it’s-it’s all yours, just say you’re mine, please. I need to hear it…! I need it…!!!”

The tension in his body lets you know that he’s close, and he’s practically begging you for just a little lip service. If there was a visual indicator for desperation, it was the way he looked right here and now, lips quivering and mouth open in pants and whines as he awaits your reply oh so loyally, still unrelenting as he fucks your dripping pussy.

In your current state, there’s something in your heart that craves that blatant desire for you like a drug.

“I’m your princess.” You gasp out, clenching down beneath him, hardly able to think from the pleasure. The Hero’s dam of self-control completely collapses, and he’s immediately pistoning harder, like his very life depended on it. Wet sounds and the slapping of skin against skin is loud enough to rival your whines and moans of bliss as he fucks you so, so hard, spreading you open with his huge cock. “Oh god, I’m your princess!” You say as your last shred of rebellion crumbled away. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum…!! Please let me cum, Hizashi!!!”

He’s ready to go absolutely feral. You’re begging for him, for his dick, and you cried out his name so breathlessly. It’s perfect, you’re perfect, and oh god, he never wants to let you go. Those arms wrapped around you are lifting you, pulling you into the man’s lap as he sits upright to fuck up into your trembling cunt. It’s an entirely new angle like he’s touching you anew, shaft becoming coating in your juices that runs down your thighs and splashes out with every wet thrust. Hands coming to brace on his shoulders, your legs quiver with effort as you do your best to bounce back down on his cock, your efforts rewarded as Hizashi lets out a series of loud moans, his characteristic chattiness resurfacing even on the brink of climax.

“Oh fuck, yes, god, ride this cock, baby! You’re gonna make me cum so good!”

It just makes you want to get fucked deeper, especially as Yamada bites his lip as he devolves into grunts, his thrusts becoming more erratic, nails threatening to break your skin as he slams you down into his lap. Keeping your back straight only gets harder and harder as you know you’re going to cum, all but collapsing against the blonde’s chest as his mouth latches onto your shoulder, teeth digging in enough to sting while groaning into the hickey and pulling back to be as breathless as ever. You’re too lost in pleasure to notice when he brings up his thumb, swiping his tongue over the digit to make it slick with spit before grinding it down into your clit, and just like that, you’re gone. Wet velvet walls spasm around Hizashi’s dick as you go rigid with orgasm, that reactional tightness giving the final touches of pressure that the Hero needed.

“Gonna cum... gonna cum... gonna... cum.... fffuck!!!”

You bury your face in his neck while he pumps you full of thick, white jizz that shoots over every inch of your cunt, coating the entrance of your fertile womb. A hand rubs circles in your back as the room grows quiet once again, letting yourself get a few good breaths in before slowly pulling yourself out of his lap. It feels so dirty, the way his spent dick slips out from inside you, breaking the seal for his cum to dribble out of your pussy as you can’t move much farther than to take a seat beside him on the couch.

“Probably gonna... have to clean this sofa tomorrow.” You joke quietly, hoping there isn’t some kind of stain left on the leather from the fluids leaking out of you. Hizashi just laughs, examining his lap, boxers a mess from the mixture of essences left by the two of you. “Yep... definitely gonna have to wash these... guess I can change in a few.”

You just hum in agreement, wondering if you should get up and take a shower, or take the lazy way out and just get a towel or wipes or something. You’re still a little tipsy, though from all that sweating and fucking, you feel like you’ve sobered up a little. Maybe you should go back to drinking...

“You know what sounds good right now?”

Hizashi has that telltale whimsy in his voice as he’s tucking himself back into his boxers, turning to you with a grin. “I got some weed stashed upstairs. Remember when we all used to get toasted back at the apartment? You want some?”

The mention of how things used to be before they become so... messed up puts a bit of a damper on your spirits, and Hizashi must have noticed the way your expression sank before you snapped yourself out of it, even giggling a little. “You’ve had weed in this house this whole time and never shared? You better get your ass upstairs and go get it.”

That earned yourself a laugh from the radio star, sending him into a small fit of drunken giggles before you lightly slap him on the arm. “Well? Hurry up!” You teasingly order. “Move your ass, Music Man!”

The blonde scrambles to please you, perhaps a bit too much so, and he hasn’t even left the room before he’s tripping over himself, losing his balance, stumbling, partially from his hurried pace and the alcohol the two of you had been binging all night. Present Mic’s expression is so embarrassed and goofy as he gets back to his feet, looking over to you like he hoped you hadn’t witnessed the humliating lack of coordination.

A laugh leaves you, something full and genuine and mirthful that you hadn’t made in what felt like ages. “You’re such a dumbass, I love you.”

Your hand is over your mouth the second the words you had impulsively uttered registered in your mind, and Hizashi slowly straightens his posture to gawk at you with big green eyes. “Did you just…” The man is breathless, disbelieving. “Did you just say you love me?”

“No! I-I didn’t–” You look worried, surprised, panicked at what you yourself had said. “I didn’t-I didn’t mean it like-like that, it’s like, a friend thing. Or, fuck, I mean–”

Hizashi is already on you again, arms wrapped around you obsessively tight. “I love you too.” He says with a shaking voice, as if he couldn’t possibly contain his joy and excitement. “Aw shit, I was worried it would be forever before you said it back. Oh fuck, I gotta tell Shouta, this is- this is amazing, I can’t even–”

You put a hand over his mouth, and your expression is so easy for the Pro to read. It’s a look of conflict, indecisiveness, and you shake your head. “Don’t- don’t tell him, please.” You practically beg in a voice that’s little above a whisper. “ I- I don’t… I don’t know what I’m even…”

Hizashi can see you’re truly at a loss, confused by your own feelings, embarrassed, ashamed. Ever so the opposite, he just looks all the more interested, focused, obsessed. You’re scooped into his arms quickly, and he just flashes a wide, excited smile before you’re being carried towards the stairs with a proud proclamation.

“Don’t worry, babygirl. I got plenty more love to give you.”

———---------

This had been, to put it lightly, the absolute last thing Aizawa could have ever imagined coming home to.

He had known something was up when he finally managed to come home well-passed midnight to find who else but his husband sleeping in your bed with you, the both of you almost completely naked and the house reeking of pot. Eraser had been even more curious when his energetic partner had practically ambushed him the second the radio host finally awakened, the blonde as hyperactive as ever as he insisted he had something that would ‘blow him away’. So many possibilities had run through the teacher’s mind as to what it could’ve been, and now, Shouta is all but vibrating as he watches the security footage from your bedroom that his husband so proudly presented to him. The laptop sits in front of the Erasure Hero as Hizashi stands by in barely-contained excitement as a section of video from the night before played on the screen.

“I’m your princess!” You cried out so sweetly, moaning in a way that sent chills up Aizawa’s spine. “Oh god, please fuck me, oh god–!!” You look so eager to take Hizashi’s cock as you whimper and whine, your entire body squirming as you grew closer and closer to release, your fingers tangling in his long hair. “Hizashi! Hizashi! Yes, yes, ohhh—!!!”

Even on film, you were indescribably tantalizing as you cum hard all over that long cock spreading you open. Hizashi rabbit-fucking you until he’s quickly following suit. The camera managed to catch the thick whiteness that leaked out of your cunt as the blonde held you against him, the man mumbling and whimpering in pleasure, kissing your neck and shoulders, eventually pulling out for a snuggle. You willingly tuck yourself against him, head against his chest as the two of you caught your breath.

Present Mic pauses the footage, and Shouta is getting painfully hard as he clears his throat. “I-I see you two are... getting along well.” Aizawa says as he adjusts his posture, an erection now pressing against pants that were now far too tight. Hizashi just has the biggest, most giddy smile he’s had in weeks as he reaches for the laptop’s trackpad. “If you think that’s killer, just wait till you hear this.”

The Voice Hero hits play on a highlighted section he had found earlier, and the two men are instantly graced with your laugh, beautiful and happy.

“You’re such a dumbass, I love you.”

An audible swooning sigh leaves the blonde at such honeyed words, and he hits the touch pad again.

“--such a dumbass, I love you.”

Click!

“--dumbass, I love you.”

Click!

“I love you.”

The typical dramatic one, Hizashi has a hand over his heart, a telltale blush to his cheeks as he finally lets the footage pause. “I got it saved in like, 10 different files, backed up on a spare hard drive, saved to a thumb stick, the total works.” He gushes. “I’m keepin’ it forever. Like, I know she’s gonna say it again and all, but fuck,” A shudder shakes his shoulders, and he puts a hand on Shouta’s thigh. “it feels so fuckin’ good to hear. I’m all amped-up just thinkin’ about it. It’s like my hearts full of fuckin’ rainbows, Shou.”

Aizawa, starting to gain a high of euphoria all his own, dons a crooked smile. “I can see that. Exactly how ‘amped-up’ are you feeling? Are you up for taking care of something for me, since you insisted on showing me this so early in the morning?” He teases, and the blonde is all too quick to catch on as he moves into position.

“Uh, hey, would you guys want--”

Your question quickly dies off the second your head dips around the corner to see the two men, covering your eyes in a flash at witnessing a certain blonde in a kneel, tugging down your other housemate’s pants down to his knees and clearly about to give a blowjob. They look like a couple of deer in headlights as Shouta puts himself back away, and you turn your back on them to avoid further embarrassment.

“Sorry, sorry, I-I didn’t know you two were... I mean, this early in the morning, really?”

“Didn’t, uh, didn’t know you were awake yet.” Aizawa clears his throat, ignoring a pout from his husband as he stood up, making final adjustments to his pants. “Sooo.... what were you wanting?”

“I, um...” You swallow peeking through your fingers to check if they were decent before shyly looking elsewhere. “I made myself some breakfast, and... there’s enough for you both if you’re hungry.”

Hizashi perked up immediately, and the blonde smiles wide. “Babe, you cooked for us?”

“I mean, not for you, but... I dunno... I guess...” You speak softly, still avoiding eye contact, but it was more than enough for the two of them. Quickly do two pairs of arms wrap around you, and your face is peppered with an endless assault of kisses. “That means a lot to us, thank you, princess.” Shouta purrs as he pulls away, and you obviously become flustered at the nickname, head jerking to see the Hero has a shit-eating grin, and you know he knows. Hizashi just flutters his lashes at you when you give him an angry, embarrassed look, and he interlaces his fingers with yours to kiss the top of your hand. “What can I say? I just gotta tell my prince when our cute little princess is being so sweet for us.”

“S-stop calling me that! That... that was.... that was a one time thing, ok?! Don’t be such an asshole!”

Oh goodness, you’re all flustered, it really is so adorable to them. “So tsundere.” Shouta teases before they both kiss each of your hot cheeks while the blonde refuses to let go of your hand. “So, ya gonna come eat with us? Let us give our compliments to the chef?”

You avert your eyes, still a little mad that the blonde had already told Aizawa about last night, not that you’re even aware of how much detail he did so, yet you actually seem to think about it as Shouta takes your other hand. Their eyes light up when you give their fingers a brief squeeze back, as if testing that the intimate touch was actually real, and they hold your hands all the tighter.

The faintest hint of a smile appears on your soft lips at feeling their hands cradle yours, so warm and tender as they squeezed, loving in a way you weren’t sure you would ever get accustomed to, though, in a way part of you... felt like you needed.

“...Sure. I guess that... wouldn’t be so bad after all.”

#yandere x reader #yandere bnha #yandere boku no hero academia #present mic x reader #hizashi x reader #i dunno what to ever tag these #are yall starting to see a trend in my fics yet #i shoulda been in bed by now lmaoooooo

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jippy-kandi · 4 years

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Digimon Adventure 2002 → 2027: Yamato Ishida & Sora Ishida (née Takenouchi)

“Yamato and Sora got married. They began a relationship at Christmas in 02 episode 38. After that, their love blossomed into marriage.” -- Hiromi Seki, Digimon Producer

Headcanons:

Before tri., I had Yamato and Sora being middle school sweethearts all the way up to marriage, with only one minor hiccup (a very brief breakup after high school to ~find themselves). But they only dated each other. Well . . . these are now my headcanons after tri., I suppose:

Yamato and Sora have been in an on-again, off-again relationship since they were 14. This is mostly because one or both of them would get scared when things “got too serious” and so they would break up for a while . . . only to find themselves back together again. This is a pattern that would repeat until they were married.

They lost their virginity to each other straight after high school graduation. This was NOT a decision that they took lightly -- but, seeing as they’ve been dating on-and-off since they were 14 . . . to them, it was time. They discussed it at length and decided after graduation was “right”, before their new lives started in college where they might not be able to see each other often, as they were going to different colleges and they weren’t sure of their workloads, how their timetables clashed, etc. (FYI: “Most” Japanese teens who are NOT having sex are those who do NOT have partners . . . but Yamato and Sora obviously do. And, chances are, if you have a partner, you’re having sex just like every other hormonal teenager around the world. Japan’s “sexless” reputation is from super shy nerds who can’t even get partners, and not those in the relative minority who do date.)

As it turned out, they didn’t get to see each other as often as they’d like once college began, and thus decided to put a break on their relationship to focus on their studies.

Yamato dated about five other girls (one in high school, the rest in college), and had sex with three of them in college. They were all casual relationships (less than three months). Sora was his only serious relationship and he thought about her all the time, so much so that he even said her name once during sex with one of his other girlfriends. Yamato never initiated the breakups with those girls; instead, they would break up with him saying things like he “was too distant”, “broods too much”, “was clearly pining after another girl”.

Sora ended up dating two guys pretty seriously (six months to a year); one in her first year of college and one in her second-going-onto-third year. She even had sex with the last boyfriend, to prove to herself that she could fall in love with someone other than Yamato -- but instantly regretted it. She constantly compared both of them to Yamato and couldn’t commit to them more because she was always thinking about him, so she broke up with them after she admitted to herself she couldn’t love them like she loved Yamato. She still remained friends with both exes, however.

Sora and Yamato got back together for a few months in their second year of college, before getting scared again at the intensity of their feelings (should a relationship really be this serious at their young age?), and breaking up again to date other people more “casually”. But they eventually, finally, found their way back together again in their final year of college. (To me, they are together during Digimon Adventure: Last Evolution Kizuna.)

They got married at 24 on Christmas Eve, 10 years since they first started dating. This was a spur-of-the-moment decision that surprisingly made sense to them. It was shortly after they both admitted exactly how they felt about each other and what they truly wanted; that they were 100% serious about each other, despite what others may think of their young age, and were in it for the long haul. Their marriage was their “promise” to each other to stay and work through their fears, insecurities, etc. no matter what.

Their “early” marriage also symbolised their commitment to each other while they had to be apart for long periods of time, as Yamato had to train to become a military test pilot, and Sora was busy preparing to launch her own fashion line within 3 years.

Sora became an Ishida because taking the male surname is the overwhelming norm in Japanese society. Sora also struggled with living up to the expectation of a Takenouchi so much (especially in Kizuna where she just wants to be herself, free of expectations) that she didn’t want to put the significance (burden) of the Takenouchi name on her own children. She may also use Takenouchi professionally, but legally she is an Ishida, as are her children with Yamato. It takes the least mental gymnastics to come to this conclusion.

Sora does not take over as iemoto for her mother, but branches out and begins her own journey as a fashion designer with her own identity. Her mum is still so proud of her.

Sora and Yamato both agreed to focus on their careers before thinking of having children so that they were financially secure enough to raise them. But they both strongly wanted children eventually and were very clear about that to each other from the start. They planned to have two children so that the siblings would be playmates.

Yamato was selected by the Japan Aerospace Exploration Agency (JAXA) to become an astronaut at around age 27. His past experience as a Chosen Child fighting digimon threats gave him the edge over other highly skilled pilots. He begins intensive training for three years to become an astronaut, with the intent to go into space for the first time around age 30, but he passes on his first offered mission because Sora becomes pregnant and he wants to be there to support her (and also to be present at the birth of his first child).

Sora is 31 when she gives birth to their first child, a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. They name her Yuki (”snow”) because of her porcelain skin, which is just like Yamato’s.

Yamato goes on his first space mission to the International Space Station (ISS) when their daughter is around a year old, which takes him away from home for about six months. It was especially hard because he had a daughter now, but they had lots of video calls and before he knew it, he was back home with his favourite girls.

For the next two years, Sora and Yamato raise their daughter together as a pretty normal family unit, taking lots of photos and recording lots of videos of their little girl. During this time, Yamato is still training for future missions and Sora is growing her fashion business.

At age 34/35, Sora becomes pregnant with their second child. Around the middle of this second pregnancy, Yamato goes on his second space mission, this time to the moon for one month. He is back with plenty of time for the birth of their second child, a son with Sora’s colouring, that they name Shou (“soar”).

Sora has been holding down the fort at home with help from her parents and in-laws to look after the kids when Yamato goes away for weeks at a time to train. She runs a pretty successful local fashion business that she hopes one day will go worldwide when she’s able to put more time and resources into it.

Because Natsuko helps out quite a bit with the Ishida kids, she and Yamato actually become closer than they’ve ever been. This makes Sora happy that Yamato has finally reconnected with his mother. He does appreciate her help and, now that he’s a parent himself, he sympathises more with how she must’ve felt having him “reject” her. He even tells her he loves her one day, at Sora’s encouragement.

Hiroaki has a super soft spot for Yuki because he’s only had sons and she is his only granddaughter. The love is mutual and Hiroaki is Yuki’s favourite grandparent! She adores him and he teaches her how to play the harmonica, just like he taught Yamato many years ago.

Toshiko and Haruhiko are both retired and actually live with Sora and the kids when Yamato is away on missions. This also greatly reassures Yamato that Sora doesn’t get overwhelmed and that her parents are there to support her when he can’t physically be there.

As Yamato’s partner, Sora is used to feeling apprehensive every time he would pilot fighter jets in his 20s and now rockets in his 30s. The feeling never really goes away, no matter how many thousands of hours Yamato has clocked as a pilot. But she has always tried to put faith in Yamato and JAXA that everything will be fine. However, shortly after Shou’s birth, there is an accident at JAXA where several astronauts (including friends of Yamato) unfortunately died, and this scares Sora so much that Yamato decides to lay low at work and not take on any missions for about two years, for Sora’s sake.

Eventually, after JAXA has a few more successful missions and no incidents, Yamato feels as though Sora would be ready for him to accept another mission and so brings up the topic one day. But they probably have the biggest argument in their marriage over this. Sora even asks Yamato to quit JAXA, out of fear of losing him -- and she even throws the topic of their kids at him (is he OK with making them fatherless?), which she never thought she’d do, but . . .. It’s huge and explosive but, in the end, the two work it out and emerge stronger than ever. Sora just doesn’t want him to die, and Yamato completely understands that, but he reassures her JAXA knows exactly what went wrong during the accident and that their safety measures have improved dramatically because of it. He also promises her he’d do everything in his power to stay alive for her and the kids.

At around age 37, Yamato goes on his most important space mission as Commander, this time to Mars for two years, after lengthy discussions about it with Sora. Two years is a long time to be apart from each other and to miss out on his kids growing up. But it’s Yamato’s dream, so they decide that, at his age, this is his last chance and he has to take it. Yamato and Sora (as well as their kids) miss each other terribly, but accept that two years will be the longest they’ll ever be away from each other. They did have voice calls while Yamato was on Mars, but it took more than half an hour each way for their voices to reach each other, so contact was definitely not as easy was it was on the moon or the ISS.

Thankfully, Yamato is never gone for more than a few weeks after that. Well, maybe he has one more stint for six months at the International Space Station a few years later -- but that’s it!

Yamato and Sora have a surprise third baby (a son with blond hair and red/brown eyes named Kaito, meaning “ocean” and “fly”) about five years after Shou, born when Sora is around age 40. Yes, Kaito was conceived on Yamato’s return home from Mars. Things got really heated in the bedroom for a while after that return!

Yuki is a very energetic and outgoing tomboy in her childhood. Sora and Yamato are surprised they managed to create such an extrovert. She doesn’t seem that protective of her brothers (unlike Yamato was of Takeru) -- until someone threatens them, then she goes into Big Sister Mode. She’s a social butterfly who makes friends with everyone and, like Sora, outgrows a lot of her tomboyishness when she becomes a teenager.

Shou is a shy boy who often hides behind his mother, sister and cousin (Takeru’s only son). At first he is even shy around Yamato, because Shou is only four years old when Yamato returns from Mars. But he quickly gets used to having a father (he doesn’t even remember this brief period of thinking Yamato was a stranger to him, when he’s older) and becomes super attached to Yamato. Yamato is glad and indulges him, as he was a bit heartbroken Shou treated him as a stranger for his first few weeks home. Shou tells bullies at school that his father is huge and can beat up their dads, so they shouldn’t try anything.

Kaito is a nice balance of his two older siblings, and is very curious about the world and is always asking questions. He’s more of an introvert like his brother, but he isn’t shy at all. Despite the age gap between him and Shou, the two are extremely close brothers -- Shou always included him, even when he was a teenager and Kaito was literally just a kid. As the baby of the family, Kaito also managed to get away with things his older siblings didn’t growing up.

All the Ishida kids are incredibly creative and athletic. Yamato feels like he hit the jackpot and brags about them all the time to Takeru, Taichi, Jou, etc. Sora is always amused, if slightly embarrassed.

All the kids idolise Yamato “the famous astronaut” who went to Mars. But Yamato makes sure they appreciate Sora too -- and they do, because she’s the one that was always there for them when Yamato was away.

Yamato is feels incredibly thankful that Sora supported him and his career; he honestly doubted he would’ve achieved his dreams without her by his side, encouraging him and making personal sacrifices to take care of their children -- which was his other dream, to have a close-knit family. Even though he’s been to space and saw truly amazing things, he still feels as though his greatest accomplishment was having and raising three kids with Sora, his soulmate.

Sora’s fashion kimono line truly blooms after Yamato’s return from Mars, where he is a more permanent fixture at home and he can help take care of the kids more often, while she can put a lot more effort into running her business. Her fashion kimonos eventually hit big worldwide and she now runs a very successful business that turns over millions of dollars. She is definitely the breadwinner and Yamato couldn’t be more proud of her. He especially likes that she allows him to have a small collection of motorcycles (he can’t wait until his kids grow up to appreciate them with him).

Despite several periods of zero physical contact (six months/one month/two years/six months), Yamato and Sora are actually closer than most couples simply because of their personalities and how they both operate on pure emotion. They support each other fully and are each other’s rock. Because they both grew up pretty lonely, they make an effort to always stay connected no matter where they are, and to never feel alone. With three kids and each other (as well as Gabumon and Piyomon), they find it hard not to accomplish this.

They lived happily ever after. And if you don’t think so, you can come and fight me.

(Note: I’ve written about Sorato a tonne over the years. If you want more thoughts on Sorato, you can find quite a bit here.)

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hatsukeii · 4 years

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hello! can i request a scenario where the reader is a manager along w/ yachi and kageyama and tsukki have like the PHATTEST crush on them but what they didnt kno is that yachi and the reader are dating bc they thought they were just Rlly Good Friends and the reader is vv affectionate? and like how would they react once they found out that theyre dating? IDK IF IT MAKES SENSE IM SO SORRY I THOUGHT ABT THIS AT 3AM HSKDJDD ANYWAYS THANK UU AND IM SORRY AGAIN

OKAY I HAD SO MANY PENDING REQUESTS AND UNFINISHED DRAFTS BUT THIS THIS IS TOO GOOD TO PROCRASTINATE ON ABHAHAH-

And DON’T BE SORRY BEBY, 3am is when our inner Voltaire shows.

Btw if you wanna be tagged in this scenario just comment or pm me!!

You guys seem to be very good friends//Kageyama x Reader x Tsukishima

Word count: 1900+

Warnings: mild swearing

Summary: Tsukishima and Kageyama decide to ask their crush out, not knowing about her own relationship status.

“You’re not asking her out, I am. She said she likes darker hair more when I asked her last week.”

“Back off you Oompa Loompa, she’s gonna be mine by the end of the month. You’re too dumb for her anyways.”

“No way in hell would she want your salty ass.”

“You wanna say that again to my face you little bitch-”

“Hey guys.”

The two boys jumped up in surprise, blushing wildly at your unexpected arrival to the gym.

It’s been about two months since THE incident. You know, the time when the volleyball team decided to play truth or dare at Daichi’s, and both Tsukishima and Kageyama were dared to text their crushes “You are less shitty than everyone else, just saying.” It wasn’t until (Y/N) called Kageyama asking why both him and Tsukishima sent her such a weird text, did the two members of the team find out that they shared a crush with their archenemy. From that day on, the two have been trying even harder to irritate and taunt each other during practice. The both of them were determined to beat the other at confessing their feelings and taking her out. This day was no exception.

“O-oh hi (Y/N), what brings you here? It’s like 7, practice just ended.” Tsukishima questioned, awkwardly scratching his head as he tried his best not to sound like a stuttering idiot.

“Yeah, it’s late, uh- you shou-should ho gome- I MEAN GO HOME.” The blond smirked as the raven haired setter completely stumbled over his own words, slapping a hand to his mouth while his face continued to burn crimson.

The tiny girl in front of them gave the two that godforsaken amazing adorable heart melting smile, chuckling angelically, before explaining. “Ah, I’m actually here to pick Yachi up, she told me she was staying behind to help clean the gym out because I had plans after school. I promised her I would pick her up at 7, would you happen to know where she is?” The two boys looked at each other, before racing to the storage closet, competing to be the one that brings the blond manager to the girl of their dreams. “You could’ve just told me where she was, but okay! Thanks!” (Y/N) yelled after them.

“Jesus Christ you tyrant king, how’d you get here quicker?” Kageyama smugly grinned at Tsukishima as he approached Yachi. “Yachi, (Y/N)’s outside, she said she was picking you up.” The blonde manager’s face lit up, dropping the last volleyball into the basket. “Oh! Oh shit, I have to go now guys, see you!” Kageyama followed Yachi out of the storage closet, purposely shoving Tsukishima back with his shoulder on the way out, earning a scowl. “I got Yachi, you two head home now, stay safe!” “Thank you so much Kageyama, you two stay safe when you leave too!” The shorter manager waved the two boys off, lacing her fingers with Yachi’s as they walked out of the gym. “Tch, let’s see who gets her now shitty glasses. I helped her when she needed it.” Tsukishima rolled his eyes, letting out his shit eating smirk as he snickered. “Mhm, ho gome, very good grammar you got there. The only somewhat smart thing you’ve done is get her best friend. Sis probably still thinks you’re stupid.” Kageyama went silent for a moment, before lashing out at the middle blocker, grabbing his collar and shaking him violently. “Oi, we never speak of that again! Ever!” “Whatever you say baby dick. I’m still gonna ask her out to the festival, you’re not gonna stop me.” Tsukishima gave Kageyama a sneer, before packing his stuff and leaving the gym without turning anything off, just to piss Kageyama off. “Annoying ass shittyshima.”

Throughout the next week, the two boys have tried relentlessly to grab (Y/N)’s attention. From secret love notes, to chocolates in her locker, to a full blown necklace. To say she was intrigued, but unbothered, would be pretty much accurate. “Hm? (Y/N)? Another love note? Who could it be? They’re getting on my nerves....” The shorter manager waved her hands, stuffing the letter back into her locker as she tried to explain to the blonde. “I don’t know who it is, but this is the third day in a row, and there’s chocolates too.” Yachi huffed out, before wrapping an arm around her. “Those scrawny ass boys better not be hitting on you!” (Y/N) chuckled a little bit, before tapping Yachi’s nose. “Even if they were, it wouldn’t matter to me.” The two of them continued to walk down the hallways, gaining occasional stares and glances along the way as they chatted.

Kageyama and Tsukishima watched from their lockers, anticipating her reaction to their love notes and chocolates. “Not even a glance?” “It’s been three days, she’s ought to be the slightest bit curious, no?” They watched as you frantically shoved the letter back into your locker as Yachi stood with her hands on her hips. The blonde then proceeded to wrap an arm around you as you tapped her nose. “Hm, they sure are close aren’t they? (Y/N)’s constantly looking for Yachi, and she always comes and picks her up if she stays until late. They’re so comfortable with each other that they even hold hands.” Tsukishima analysed, pushing his glasses up as he glanced at Kageyama, who was still completely confused with what had just happened. “How are we supposed to get through Yachi? She seems to never approve of anyone that dares confess to (Y/N). You remember Hiroyama from a few months back? He tried confessing, and ended up getting scared away by Yachi. He looked like he was about to piss his pants. He wouldn’t get anywhere near (Y/N) for weeks. I don’t wanna end up like him.” The blue haired setter recalled, slightly nervous about his plan to confess. “You know what? Screw it. I’m gonna go ask her out now.” Tsukishima jogged towards you and Yachi, Kageyama trailing closely behind him. “LIKE HELL ARE YOU ASKING HER OUT BEFORE ME SHITTY GLASSES!”

“Me? You’re asking me?” Tsukishima was now blushing furiously. “I- I just- ye- tch, yeah, I-I’m asking if yo-you wanna b-be my date for the s-summer festival.” Kageyama’s face fell. Oh god no, Tsukishima’s attempt better fail, or I won’t have a chance at all. “Oi, Tsukishima, back off. She’s not going to go with you.” Tsukishima gave his iconic sarcastic smile. “Yachi, maybe you should just let me ask your best friend out? I’ve been pondering over it for weeks, and I’m not about to let this opportunity slip. Maybe you should stop scaring guys away when they confess to her, that way she’ll actually have some form of freedom.” He slightly snarled, cheeks still completely red. Kageyama approached the three. “So, Shittyshima, you got rejected and now you’re salty about it? Told you she doesn’t want you, she’d be much better off going to the festival with me.” “Wha-” “Oh yeah Kageyama? Go back and coddle with Hinata first-” “OI YOU LITTLE BITCH WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME-” “Guys stop.” The two boys stopped their bantering instantly, now embarrassed and flustered. “I’m not going with either of you. I’m going with Yachi.” The blond middle blocker scoffed. “Well you guys seem to be very good friends indeed. Deadass the whole point of the festival is that it’s for people that want to ask someone out, at this point you two should just get married. Plus, Yachi literally scares away anyone that tries to ask you out, maybe she should stop controlling who you’re together with?” Yachi gave (Y/N) a weird look, before they both burst out laughing like madmen.

“AHDHHDHAHAHAAH YOU REALLY THOUGHT I SCARED THOSE PEOPLE AWAY BECAUSE I DIDN’T APPROVE OF THEM?”

Kageyama raised an eyebrow. “Uh, yeah. What could it possibly be anyways?”

The two girls continued to cackle.

“TSUKISHIMA, KAGEYAMA, THE ONLY REASON WHY I WON’T GO OUT WITH ANYONE, AND WHY YACHI DOESN’T LET PEOPLE CONFESS TO ME, IS BECAUSE WE’RE DATING!”

What in the name of hell?

“YOU WHAT?” The two boys screamed, eyes now wide with shock.

“Yeah, we’re dating, now back off. You may be my friends, but if you do anything to my dear (Y/N) I won’t hesitate to make you piss your pants!” Yachi puffed out her cheeks, putting her hands on her hips. They continued to stare at them in shock, trying to take in all this new information. “(Y/N), you never told me that you were- that you were lesbian?” (Y/N) laughed heartily at Tsukishima’s question, taking a deep breath, before continuing to cackle. “I’m not lesbian, I’m bisexual, but Yachi’s lesbian. We’ve been dating for an entire year by now! How have you two not noticed at all? Everyone in the volleyball team knows!” The two boys looked to the ground out of embarrassment. “O-oh, I take back all the love letters I gave you, I-I didn’t know.” Kageyama mumbled, fiddling with his fingers. “Ye-yeah same, but you can keep the chocolates.” Tsukishima twirled his earphone jack around his finger in an attempt to calm himself down. “We’ll be going now, see you two later!” The manager yelled, waving them off. “What the hell just happened?” Kageyama whispered. “I think we just got rejected-” “YEAH NO SHIT WE GOT REJECTED SHITTY GLASSES.”

“HINATA!” “Yeah Kageyama-” “WHY DID YOU NEVER TELL ME (Y/N) AND YACHI WERE DATING?” The spiker went silent, before snickering to himself. “So you finally found out.” Kageyama zoomed towards the orange haired boy. “I’M GONNA KILL YOU, YOU ABSOLUTE DUMBASS!” “AHAHHA I’M SORRY BAKAGEYAMA! YOU WERE JUST WAY TOO DENSE, I HAD TO SEE WHETHER YOU WOULD FIND OUT EVENTUALLY OR NOT!” “YOU LITTLE SHIT, WHAT THE HELL KIND OF THOUGHT PROCESS IS THAT? I TALKED ABOUT CONFESSING SO MANY TIMES AND YOU NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT INFORMING ME OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP?”

“Yamaguchi.” “Hm, Tsukki, what’s up?” Tsukishima’s face darkened. “Why didn’t you tell me (Y/N) was taken?” Yamaguchi shrunk away from the blond’s tall figure. “I thou-thought you knew already? It was super obvious!” The taller boy sighed, scratching the back of his head. “I made a complete fool of myself because I didn’t know she was dating Yachi.” Yamaguchi’s mouth hung open. “Don’t tell me-” “Yes, I tried to ask her out.” “TSUKKI I’VE ALREADY TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT!” “YEAH WELL YOU REALLY THOUGHT I WOULD LISTEN TO SOMEONE THAT TOLD ME NOT TO ASK MY CRUSH OUT WITH NO APPARENT REASON?”

From afar, the two girls observed amusedly. “Hm, I wonder how Hinata’s gonna die? He was the first one to find out about us.” Kageyama was still chasing Hinata around wildly, trying to grab at his club tee. “I honestly wonder what Tsukishima’s gonna do to Yamaguchi. Poor guy. Tsukishima had his headphones on as he went through his phone, his ears still red from bringing up the issue. Yamaguchi was next to him, trying to calm him down, but to no avail. “Ahh, out of everyone, I least expected these two to not realise early on. I thought Tsukishima was good at reading people.” You stated to Yachi, laughing a bit. “I know right? I swear, that was hilarious. Did you see his face? Mans looked like that strawberry on that cake he had for lunch this afternoon! God, I would literally pay to see that face again.”

I guess the two boys now know not to hit on (Y/N) ever again.

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