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yanderenightmare · 4 years

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BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN

Her fear is much too satisfying to ever feel the need to actually hurt her. He’s still a sadist, don’t get me wrong, however laying off the physical pain and preying on the emotional side of things.

I can take and do whatever I fucking want with you, whenever I want, and you can do nothing to stop me, Pumpkin.

However, his temper will always get the best of him despite him constantly fighting against it. The sad truth is, he doesn’t want to hurt her, he really doesn’t, but a lack of self-control is something that will always burden Katsuki. Where ignoring his building frustrations only get the best of him in the end.

Do you think I want to hurt you?! Well, I don’t! I fucking hate it!

He will stick to threatening for the most part, discouraging bad behavior as it arises. Seemingly unaffected by most of it, given his paramount strength in contrast to his darling, he manages to ignore most of her transgressions and settle for simply ridiculing her pathetic efforts, and doing so with perverted delight. His cock growing heavy and warm at the feel of her meek struggles. In short words: refusal will be met with salacious mockery.

Watcha gonna do about it, princess?

You’re such a crybaby!

I’d think again, if I were you, sweetheart.

So cute, so hopelessly adorable, good thing you’re all mine.

Words will set him off faster than actions. Tell him she hates him, she’ll soon be preaching otherwise, his cock pounding her into a silly hot wet cross-eyed mess, feeling foolish for ever even humoring the idea of retaliating.

What the fuck did you just say, slut? Say that again, I beg you. You’ll regret it, bitch.

Katsuki’s tolerance for unwanted behavior all depends on his mood. Sometimes he’s in a nasty mood, where he might just steer his darling into making a bad decision only to give him an excuse to punish her. These will be light punishments, sexual more times than most. He’ll have her bent over his lap, slapping the bare soft plump flesh of her ass again and again until she’s convincing enough in her apology.

Who owns this ass? Say my name! That’s right, you freak. Mine.

However, other times the smallest thing can set him off, and certainly not in any good way. He’ll be fuming, flames licking up and about his arms, crackles of hellbent fire mingling with his maniacal cackles. She’ll be lucky to come out with minor burns.

Time to learn your fucking lesson. Time for you to understand who here’s in charge.

However, the times where he’s silent, those times where he’s tired and fed up, those are the times she should really fear. Where he’ll be taunting like some haunting ghost, playing with her, perhaps opening the locked outer-door only to find satisfaction in hunting her down and dragging her back to do it all over again.

I’ll give you a reason to cry.

Continue to scream, and I’ll do it again.

DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA

Dabi doesn’t ever need to punish his darling too severely because his presence is an intimidating enough detergent on its own, encouraging her to stay away from doing anything too reckless. He looks like the onset of death, it’s only logical for her to think he might be as well.

Waddya look so scared for, Doll? I haven’t even done anything yet.

However, he won’t shy away from making it clear who’s in charge, something of which he’ll do from the get-go. But again, the fact is in-mistakeable whence he’s large and lanky form towers over her, smiling that crooked grin that have his skin stretching in stiches and staples. Leathery fingers brushing over sensitive areas, cyan eyes intently watching her every move.

That’s right, Babygirl, you know your place. Don’t make me remind you.

Besides he’ll sprinkle a couple path-keeping scares here and there, as in: he’ll correct behavior while she’s committing the crime and prove how idiotic her reluctance really is. Seeing how he’s much larger and much stronger than her, fighting truly is futile. He’ll make it clear she’s being foolish, lacing his words with condescension as he scolds her as though she were a child, while making her bounce up and down the length of his cock.

Silly little doll, thinks she has an actual fighting chance. You’re adorable, Pumpkin.

For the most part he’ll just ignore when she refuses him or fights him, it’s not like her pathetic struggles can do anything to stop him. In fact, he quite enjoys it in some malicious sadistic sense. How her delicious little wiggles have trembles running pleasantly up his spine, nestling somewhere in the bulging tip of his cock.

You’re so cute, begging like anything could get you out of this.

In some ways he’ll actually encourage misbehavior. Leaving her just enough freewill, just enough room to fight back, constantly egging her on and provoking her to retaliate either physically or verbally.

Babydoll, so feisty today. Try that again, why dontcha?

As far as punishments actually go, they’ll never leave out the element of pleasure. Spanking is always fun, hearing her scream his name over and over until it leaves her wet lips like a broken cry. Whilst gifting as well as reprimanding her with thumbprint scorch-mark hearts never gets old either.

Such a crybaby. Come one, cry some more for me, Angel.

Dabi is not the one to snap. He’s very calm, collected, reserved, calculating. Therefore, when his darling crosses the line, as in escapes, he’ll have punishments instore for her, punishments containing of her on her knees sucking his dick like her life is on the line, however… he’ll never go any farther. His darling is precious, he can’t have her getting damaged beyond repair.

Let’s get you home, where you belong, Buttercup.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

Tomura will try to avoid threats and punishments altogether, knowing how his guilt will ultimately defeat the purpose of correcting his darling’s behavior. He wants to be happy when with his darling, and nothing but happy, but that won’t be possible if he serves as a constant reminder of dread to his darling with the display of fear ever so prominent and gut-wrenching in her eyes.

Don’t look so scared when I’m around. I won’t hurt you.

However, that doesn’t mean he’ll resist his carnal desires. He will resist in hurting her when she tries to fend him off, but he’ll still bury his dick deep inside her and hold her down as he starts rocking his hips sharply into the underside of her thighs, the slap of skin on skin echoing in his barren room.

You feel so good… just relax, I’ll make you feel good too.

He’ll lie more often than not as opposed to spouting threats. Promises upon promises, all bound to break. All in an effort to calm his darling down or to build some unstable trust in their relationship.

I’m not gonna hurt you.

You’re safe here.

He gets more annoyed than actually mad, her efforts mediocre against his lanky slender fingers wrapped tightly around her wrists. Giving mere half-hearted vocal corrections as he keeps her still for his cock to abuse.

Give up already.

Stop fighting.

You’re only wasting your energy.

But… he walks on constant eggshells. He will try to ignore her unwanted retaliation to the best of his capability and reel in the reigns of his temper, but he’s prone to snap at some point, knowing there lies a dormant yearning to touch her in more vile ways than one.

Careful now, don’t tempt me.

He’ll try to the very best of his efforts to be soft and understanding, not realizing before it’s too late that his actions only aided in watering the seeds of his darker desires, soon to be blooming with all hell breaking loose.

I’m a monster? Who’s fucking fault is that?

He’s easily vexed. He doesn’t enjoy her crying and will try to make it stop immediately. Screaming is even worse, piercing his ears making him scratch at his neck frantically.

Stop, stop, stop, stop, STOP! Stop, or I’ll give you a reason to cry.

But, the worst is when she runs. He’ll keep her locked in his room for the most part, but sometimes she’ll manage to sneak away and get lost in her attempt to find her way out of the compound he’s situated her in. He doesn’t enjoy any part of it. Running after her in empty rundown hallways like some monster in a horror-game. Catching her and hugging her close, dragging her back into his cold dark dreary room.

Don’t even look at the door. I don’t want to feel like you’re trying to run away from me again.

Wherever you go, I will find you, and bring you back… even if I have to drag you by your hair.

He’s a sore loser as well. He’s basically a child and will throw a temper tantrum when she beats him in a videogame. This will call for punishment, however he won’t call it that, he’ll call it another game, a game he knows she’s got no chance of winning.

You think you can beat me?

I’ll show you who’s boss.

SHINSO HITOSHI

Here’s one that rarely feels a need to punish his darling, mostly because he finds her struggles absolutely adorable when she’s trying to fend off either his mind-control or his scarf.

How precious, Kitty thinks she has a choice.

You’re so cute when you’re struggling.

But, she can choose to look at it as a punishment when he ties every inch of her body up in tight rope and spreads her thighs so far apart she doesn’t even have room to tremble when he slides his cockhead up and down the slick of the velvety folds on her exposed pussy.

You’re such a pretty little thing, tied up like that, Kitten.

He will threaten her though, if only to see her squirm in discomfort beneath him. See her lips quiver as her mind reels upon his words, her eyes spiraling in complete chaos, not knowing what to expect.

Pussy on a platter, where should I start? I love playing with my food.

Not much can actually anger him, but silence, cold-dreaded pin-drop deafening silence that racks at his mind, that can really bring out the eerie viciousness dwelling inside him.

Kitty, I asked you a question. If you know what’s good for you, you better answer.

Remember the last time you didn’t listen to me?

His lessons leaving her psyche crumbling in their wake. Fucked completely silly, his words rummaging through her mind, ordering her to cum again and again and again and one more time for master.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re begging for me to take control.

Let me show you what happens to little kittens who don’t follow the rules.

True punishments will lack all forms of fun, coming in the form of utter solitude. He knows how ferally and how painfully deep loneliness bites. He’ll leave her alone for days if not weeks in complete abandonment, starving her at times, simply waiting for as long as it takes before she comes crawling back to him.

You must be truly desperate to come to me for comfort, Kitten. I was beginning to think you were incapable of learning.

Saying the wrong thing will also set him off, even more so than silence. He loves noise. She can call him anything, yell and scream and cry until her lungs feel like they’re bleeding, and he won’t mind, but… call him a villain… don’t be surprised when he acts like one.

People warned you about me, didn’t they? Calling me a villain. Should’ve listened… look where you are now.

She never even saw it coming, him and his large hands, how easily they could bruise and choke and scar when truly motivated.

What? You thought you were gonna get away with that? Think again.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

Keigo deals out punishment as he sees fit. He’ll punish the crime when it’s being committed. Crimes ranging from ignoring him to saying the wrong thing to saying the right thing with the wrong attitude. But when the punishment is dealt, he’ll forget the whole ordeal ever happened, never dwelling on the past, never holding a grudge and always, constantly talking about the future.

I really can’t take it when you cry like that… smile for me, alright? You’re so pretty when you smile.

I love you, Dove. Just let me love you and perhaps you’ll learn how to love me too someday.

He will grow frustrated and impatient though, and that aggression will bubble up and escape his grip on it at times. But, he’ll yell more than anything, yell and cry and kiss and lick and slobber all over her, pinning her wrists to her sides and hugging her with his massive wings, suffocating her in crimson.

Say you love me. Would that be so hard? I just need you to say you love me. Just pretend, only for a little while. Please, Dove.

He’ll humor other forms of making her more lenient. He’ll wash her hair, message her, carry or fly her places, even though she recoils back and flinches with every touch his calloused fingertips adorn her silky-smooth body with.

Maybe branding you will help.

He has this theory that sex will bring them closer and excuses his advances with this belief each time she starts sobbing when he pries her legs open to plant his sloppy warm worming tongue between them.

I can make you feel so good, Dove, you just gotta let me.

Don't be so difficult, I'm doing this for you!

His real violent nature lies dormant however. It’ll only come out when she crosses the line of trying to leave him. His wings will turn razor-sharp and she’ll catch herself in the heat of her regret, missing the time he would wrap them around her ever so softly and cry into her chest. Now, he’s baring his teeth, feathers coming to slice through her skin as a punishment of a million cuts.

What’s wrong with you!?

Don’t you dare fucking try it, you know you can’t outrun me.

He’ll feel really bad afterwards, cleaning every wound, embalming them with cooling salves, kiss and apologize for each and every one, but on the inside, he can feel the crawling feeling of contentment linger. Seeing her so catatonically compliant is refreshing and such a well-needed break form the exhaustion of fighting all the time.

I’m so sorry, Angel. I love you so much. You know that, right?

She barely flinches when he decides to get in the bath with her, and when he comes to message the anxiety from out of her back he can feel the slight shift of her leaning into the touch. His protective mode fades as he holds her close, and the pure earth-shattering woeful relief comes wafting over the residue of his fear of losing her, leaving him in a fit of rather ugly sobbing.

Nothing. Without you, Angel, I’m nothing.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

Izuku acts oblivious to undesired behavior and retaliation. He will very much be aware of it all, yet he believes making her feel safe is paramount. So, he’ll forgive all her nasty words, and respect her wish to keep the intimacy to a minimum. In fact, the only time he sees her completely naked is in the bath, where he actually lets her do most of her own washing.

You’re safe here, Darling.

Other than that, he’ll coo and explain as much as he sees fit when she asks her bitter questions, however… there will always be the slight irking presence of self-righteous condescension.

Cruel, terrible people live out there, Sweetie, people who want to hurt you.

You’re lucky I’m so nice. Anyone else would’ve taken advantage of you and done something horrible, by now.

Although Izuku is a patient guy, he can easily see when something isn’t progressing. Good thing he has plenty of methods to make things go his way. While making her feel safe was plan A, Plan B is not as forgiving. If a soft touch isn’t to her liking, then perhaps a firm touch is what she needs.

I know it hurts, Honey, but that’s what happens when you don’t do as I say.

She’ll wake up with her wrists and ankles tied snuggly together, face in the pillow and her exposed tender tight little pussy raised to the high skies, all for Izuku to touch and feel and suck on.

Be good for me, Baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again, now would we?

He’ll be cooing her all the while when she cries out for him to stop, as well as landing a sharp painful blood-curdling smack against the plump dome of ass nudged up and pressing against his throbbing cock.

I think this is what we needed, Baby, for both of us to be reminded of who’s in charge.

He’s far from ever causing her any real pain though, settling for claiming her tight little hole again and again until she eventually understands where she belongs and who she belongs with, or to.

That’s right, Honey. I love you, you don't need anything or anyone but me.

He will eerily threaten her when finding her doing something not to his liking. For example: picking at the locks on her handcuffs when he leaves the room.

What do you think you’re doing, Sweetie?

Give up, Honey.

I’m gonna count to three, Sweetheart.

However, with the sheer strength and adept abilities Izuku is in possession of, he can never truly feel threatened by his darling, and a fear of her leaving fades more and more when he proves time and time again how very impossible it is for her to ever manage such a thing. He’s good at assuring himself she’ll never leave, and therefor he should only spend time making those good memories instead of those foul ones.

No need to be scared, Sweetie. I’m gonna take good care of you, like I always do.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

Kai is larger than life when it comes to threats. He puts all his assets into making them clear. Godly golden orbs and hellishly black pupils staring menacingly down into her swirling glossy puppy-dog eyes. Fingers digging manicured talons into her soft and tender cheeks, the feeling of buzzing on his fingertips, threatening to dissolve what found beneath them. Words spoken like the eerie calm found in the massive dark of fog-strewn forests.

I shouldn’t have to repeat myself, Darling. Say you’re sorry, and perhaps I’ll forgive you.

Kai will threaten and promise his darling a life of pain is she ever to disobey him, however… he’s all bark and no bite, never having the heart to follow through on his promises. Not after seeing how sorry she is. Seeing the look of utter tearful fear in her eyes, he cannot help but think that there can be no harm in forgiving her.

You’re the only person I’d make an exception for.

Count yourself lucky. I won’t be as forgiving next time you decide to misbehave.

He soon comes to the conclusion, or comforts himself with the thought, that due to his darlings chaotic and clumsy nature, she’s in fact incapable of following his restrictions.

Such a clumsy mess you are, Darling. Unable to follow the simplest of commands.

Besides, he’s come to find her forgetfulness quite endearing, understanding or choosing to believe that she doesn’t disobey to spite him. If anything, it’s a constant reminder of how in need she is of his protection.

Such a hopeless fragile little thing. How grateful you must be to have me to protect you from your own mishaps.

Chisaki will threaten first of all, biting his own tongue when the time comes to follow through on said threats after never seeing a proper lasting change in obedience in his darling’s behavior. He always tells himself that her actions should be reprimanded sooner rather than later, but those large eyes and that frail body he uses to warm himself each night has a way of strumming his heartstrings.

Please don’t do anything to upset me, Darling. The mess wouldn’t be good for either of us.

He does have his limits though. She crosses the line when she ends up hurting herself with her clumsiness. Tripping when running away from him, falling out the window when trying to escape, cutting herself when throwing broken shards of glass his way, getting dirt and all sorts of bacteria to infect her wounds.

Look what you’ve done now, Darling.

He figures his quirk is the only safe measure there is to correct his darling’s behavior. Safe to pull her apart and safe to put her back together again, and again and again and again with little sympathy battling his fascination.

Run, cry, scream; you’re simply dancing in the palm of my hand. You only have yourself to blame.

TODOROKO SHOTO

Shoto doesn’t view his darling as something to control, at least not on a regular basis. And because of this, he doesn’t see punishment, in its term, as something he has a right to exert on his darling when she fights back. He doesn’t view himself as a master correcting his pet. Admiring her efforts over feeling vexation because of them.

So much life in you, little one.

Freewill and passion he’ll put no chains on, but pain, however, is no unfamiliar pastime for his darling nonetheless. Shoto views pain as a pleasure, as a luxury, as a lifeline.

Don’t think of it as a punishment, Snowflake, it’s more a lesson of appreciation. You’ll thank me later, I’m sure.

When his darling is being particularly impossible, he’ll blame himself over her, knowing how it’s his fault that he can’t properly please her. Figuring more of his attention and care is in order of need, something of which he will happily oblige her with.

Is my little blizzard feeling lonely?

He’ll have her over his lap in no time, exchanging what fingers on what hand he uses when tickling the soft sensitive spot found between her thighs, going from hot to cold and steamy and feverish.

Is this what you wanted, Snowball? All you needed is ask. I’ll give you what you need.

But, during their more unorthodox sessions, Shoto is strict. He has to be, in order to give them both what they supposedly need. Shoto believes his darling needs his firm hand as much as his soft touch, she needs balance, whereas he needs someone to apply his balance to.

Be a good little firecracker for me and hold still.

However, he still doesn’t view it as punishment per se. He believes his darling is asking for the applied pain when disobeying his commands, therefore the pain is something she wants more of, something she’s begging for.

Don’t move, Crystal.

My little snowstorm, I told you. Don’t move…

He can get angry however. Not by words, knowing how many times he screamed at his father in the fit of his rage, never genuinely meaning any of the spiteful words he’d say, he knows his darling doesn’t mean anything by them either.

It’s okay, Wildfire. You’re just frustrated. Let me help you.

But escape… escape is a fragile topic and any attempts on achieving it will be met with stone-cold nonchalant wrath. Safe to say she won’t ever try leaving him again, not if she wants more of those irredeemable frostbite burns across her soft skin.

You think you know pain? I’ll make you long for something as sweet as pain.

Shoto doesn’t easily forgive. He doesn’t easily forget. He doesn’t easily cope at all in any healthy way. And he definitely doesn’t easily trust after being betrayed. He might just do something brash in his strive to feel comfortable again, or else the prickling feeling of uncertainty will linger about beneath his skin. Paranoia is a better word for it.

You think you can just up and leave? Think again, Snowball.

You’re not going anywhere. Nowhere without me. I’ll have you crippled before that happens. Mark my words, Icicle.

His flexibility regarding the amount of freewill his darling possessed will change drastically after his trust is broken. Chains are a great reassurance he’s come to find, and if she ever finds a way out of those as well… bones will break.

I didn’t want this, Snowfall, but… I must say… you do look your best when you’re at my mercy.

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violetnotez · 3 years

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Its Chirstmasssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!! I finished this up all last night, so I hope this is at least coherent!

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Shoto x reader | one shot

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Synposis: When Shoto realizes you’ve been particularly lonely without him during the holiday season, he decided to get you an extra special gift

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“Shoto-do you really have to go?”

You asked, a pout on your lips as you gazed at your boyfriend.

You were still cuddled up in your shared bed, the heat from Shoto’s skin already dissipating out of the sheets.

You pursed your lips, sitting up crossed leg as You watched him slide each button of his shirt sleeve into their slots, his washed, bi colored hair slightly wet from his shower.

“You know it’s not fair to look that good and then just leave,” you gave him a fake, stern look, earning a small smirk from the man.

He continued working up the shirt, looking sleek yet-well-delicious.

Shoto was just too handsomr for his own good-sharp jawline, perfect skin, piercing bi colored eyes, not to mention his amazing body….sometimes you had to wonder how you were able to get such a flawless man to end up with you.

He finished with his other sleeve, peeking a look at you as he slicked his hair back with his right hand, the strands mixing and framing his face perfectly,

why’d he have to look that good?

“It’s not as if I want to leave, dear-but I do have work,”

You cuddled deeper into the sweatshirt you were wearing, your hands dissappearing in the sleeves.

“But you’re always working-you cant take one day off?”

Shoto chuckled at your obvious neediness, making his way over to where you were sitting. He leaned across the bed to be in front of your sulking form, brushing a piece of your bed head from your face as he laid a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Evil doesn’t take a day off love,”

“Why do you always have to be so-so stoic all the time,” You giggled, playfully placing your hand on his chest and pushing him back.

Even though you and Shoto had been living together for over a year now, it never ceased to amaze you how much the man worked. After working at an agency after UA, Shoto had been incredibly busy-and being the #3 hero, you could see why. If it wasn’t a late night call, he was patrolling, interviewing sidekicks, training, teaching students on their hero studies, interviewing with magazines….he always had something to do.

You couldn’t get mad at him though-he had warned you in the beginning, but you were also accustomed to the hero life as well- well, somewhat.

You had gone to UA to be part of the hero suit course, and had become suit designer for the top heroes (hence how you met Shoto). You witnessed day in and day out how difficult it truly was to be a hero, even if you weren’t one yourself, so you didn’t mind when Todoroki was gone all the time. Yes, it got lonely at times, especially during the holiday season, but you made sure to keep a smile on for him.

“Don’t forget, I did take Christmas off,” Shoto gave you a small grin, his bicolored eyed searching to please you.

You smiled back, your heart thumping out of your chest as you poked him gently in the chest.

“After I asked you too,” you corrected, a teasing tone in your voice.

-And thank god too, I would have so lonely by myself,” you tried to chuckle at your remark, making the situation light.

Shoto knew you too well though-something about your voice didnt sound as happy and light as before. When you joked with him, your laughs were more cheerful and your smile was brighter-but something about you right now felt strange...as if you were holding something back from him.

Shoto’s grin turned into concern, his digits cupping your cheeks gently and guiding your eyes to look at his.

“Have you been feeling lonely lately?” He asked bluntly, your eyes growing wide.

Man-you couldn't hide anything from him.

You chuckled nervously, looking to the side, guilt beginning to fill your chest.

“I-I, no, it’s fine, really, I was only kidding,” you chuckled, your voice taking on a higher pitch.

“You don’t seem to be kidding,” Shoto bite the side of his lip, trying his best to make eye contact with you, “if you want to tell me something, you don’t have to be afraid.”

“Be afraid of the number three hero-“ You rolled your eyes playfully, a soft smirk on your lips, “-never.”

Shoto gave a small grin, worry still in his eyes. He knew something was strange about you lately, the way you seemed to be always craving for him. He hated to admit it, it boosted his ego somewhat to have you were so desperate for his touch- but he knew it wasnt healthy for you to be always missing him.

With him being a pro hero, he had quite alot more duties than most could imagine- which sadly left little for him to indulge in his own personal life. Shoto felt deeply lucky to have someone like you who understood his busy schedule, never batting an eye when he had to cancel yet another date or leave you by yourself on countless nights...but it still left a gnawing sensation of guilt sitting in his stomach.

“Im fine Shoto,” your voice broke into his thoughts, your tone gentle and sweet like a sun kissed cloud, “really.”

Shoto sighed, his thick lashes fanning his cheek. You were stubborn at times, especially when you wanted to reassure him-which only affirmed that you really werent feeling all that great as you said you were. But Shoto didnt want to push it any further- maybe you were really okay, and he was overthinking it….and he was going to be late if he didnt leave soon-

“Go kick some ass for me, kay?”

you gave him a wide smile, placing another quick kiss on his lips.

Shoto blinked a few times, a rush of adrenaline filling his body as he felt your skin against his. His lips tingled from the agonizingly quick touch-he took it upon him to give you a deeply intense kiss, the rush making you breathless.

Shoto pulled away, his eyes having the rarest glint of mischief as he stared back into yours

“Of course love,”

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“Ya ready Shoto?” You grinned, your body snuggled into your comfiest pair of pajamas and your fingers warmed by a hot cup of cocoa.

Christmas Day has finally came, and thankfully, Shoto kept his promise-he would be staying the whole day with you with no interruptions.

You were just so excited to finally have one day to selfishly love your boyfriend, and on a holiday too!

The room almost felt surreal-it was early morning, the Christmas tree you two decorated light up like a Star, class Christmas music playing in the background, homemade cookies littering the apartment in a sweet aroma and the room in a romantic warm haze of lights.

It just felt so unbelievable perfect and comfortable, Shoto looking sheepishly excited and nervous.

“I think you should go first,” you smiled up at him as he sat down next to you, black coffee snuggled into his hand (in a DynaMIGHT mug, of course gifted to him by the hero himself).

Shoto bit his lip, seemingly trying to hide a smile as he set his mug down on the coffee table.

“Not to be rude love,” he grinned, his hands gently grabbing a large box from under the tree. The paper was a shiny golden hue, snowflakes on the paper reflecting like glitter from the lights on the tree. He slide the box against the wooden floor, being strangely gentle with the contents.

“But my gift cant wait.”

Your eyebrows were knitted together, a confused grin on your lips.

The box was pretty big-what did he get you now?

Shoto never seemed to give you endlessly expensive gifts, having no concept of what was considered fancy or exorbitant- trips to places you could only dream of, hefty amounts of clothes and jewelry, merchandise from your favorite shows...hell you had to talk him out of buying you a car one time-this guy would drop anything to get you whatever you wanted.

And that made you guilty as hell whenever he did-so what did he give you this time around?

Your mind was racing as you looked at the box, trying to read whatever he was thinking about on his face.

“I swear to god Shoto if you bought me that expensive gaming system-“

He chuckled at your obviously guilty face, shaking his head as he smiled.

“No, no it’s nothing like that-“ he said, giving you a mischievous grin, “I think you’ll like it much better than that.”

You blinked a few times, your mind going completely blank.

What could be better than a PS5, Xbox, or Switch?

You looked down at the box, feeling strangely nervous as you obeyed Shoto’s wishes, slowly opening the top lid….until it rustles.

The box.

Moved on its own.

You squeaked out in surprise, your hands slamming the barely opened lid back down and looking at Shoto for help.

He had never seen you look so adorably confused in his life, a rosy hue on his cheeks as he looked at you with a loving expression.

“It’s okay,” he whispered reassuringly as he wrapped his hands nervously around yours.

You felt him guide your hands up, you both now lifting the lid off the large box.

Shoto took it and placed it gently on the ground, sitting back to watch you look into the box.

The box rustled again, your mind so utterly confused….what could make a box do that?

“Shoto I-“ you tried to ask, but all he did was nod to the box, signaling for you to just look.

You did as you were told, getting on your knees to peer inside…

A gasp left your lips, your heart beating out of your chest as you looked inside at the sweet little baby kitten playing with their bowl of yarn in the box.

“Hi baby,” you cooed in awe at the little baby, your hands scooping them out and snuggling them to your chest.

They were so soft and warm, their fur as white as a snowball with rosy pink paws.

“Oh my god-Shoto-you really didn’t- are they really-?” You were in such a state of shock, you couldn’t seem to form any coherent words as you looked at your sheepish boyfriend.

“I-I didn’t know exactly what to get you...but after seeing how much you missed me throughout the day, I thought it was fitting to get you a companion for when I’m gone,” he smiled, his digits nervously fidgeting in his lap as he waited for your approval.

You petted the little creature on your chest, it’s big doe eyes staring at you with such confusion you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Shoto…it’s perfect,” you smiled at your boyfriend, leaning in to plant him a kiss on his lips.

You giggled at his expression, clearly not expecting your show of affection as his cheeks turned a fiery red.

“I-I’m glad to here that,”

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None of these characters or shows are my own, only the storylines and narratives I create are mine. Copying, stealing, plagiarizing, rewording, or using my storylines in other media, claiming to be your own, or reposting without my consent is not allowed.

#bnha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #shoto x reader #bnha shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #bnha shoto todoroki x reader #mha shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha todoroki x reader #mha todoroki x reader #shoto x reader fluff #shoto todoroki x reader fluff #todoroki x reader fluff

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quillium · 2 years

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November Fic Recs

I’m ten thousand years late and I don’t know if anyone is still interested, but I did promise to give y’all fic recs so!

Harry Potter

Concerning Rabbits by LullabyKnell

POA AU: A tumblr prompt: Cedric Diggory + "rules"

The thing about Cedric Diggory was that, if he was comfortable telling that sort of joke, he’d say that really, truly, and honestly… he was really just several anxious rabbits in a robe. Always had been.

Critical Role

A Thousand Winds that Blow by codasaurusb

Caleb's been caught playing with fire one too many times. He's not imprisoned; far from it, he's at the school of his dreams, able to have a fresh start he could only dream about before. But he expected privacy, time to hide and hone his gift. He wasn't expecting to live with other students in any kind of close proximity, and he certainly wasn't expecting one of his suit mates to be so.... unashamed about poking around what Caleb would obviously like to keep keep secret. But something tells him that Mollymauk Tealeaf has secrets of his own. Alt title: critical role but it's a cheesy young adult novel

The Untamed/MDZS/CQL

Crashing Like Stars by jukeboxhound

Rebuilding his sect, co-parenting with Jin Guangyao, fighting his heart demons, ignoring spirits that no one else sees, and, eventually, not only getting back a brother but also falling in love: the path to something like happiness never did run straight or smooth. -------- “You've survived a massacre and a war, and already you carry the honor of a title. But Sandu Shengshou or not, you’re still a boy, not even twenty yet, and your people are dead, scattered, or a patchwork of skills and experience. What hope do you have, without help?”

“Who said anything about hope?” The words crack between his teeth. “Yunmeng Jiang lives and I’ll do what has to be done to ensure that.”

His grandmother tilts her head at him like the feral cats that haunt Yunmeng’s granaries. “You were wasted in Jiang Fengmian’s household."

BNHA

Seat No. 19 by alohaflower

An SI/OC wakes up only to find that they're in the body of their least favorite character from My Hero Academia: Mineta. With difficulty handling his quirk, not much explanation for his sudden behavioral changes, and having already lost the trust of the class 1-A girls... changing the future might be harder than they thought.

SVSSS

Nothing to Me, Nothing to You by Tossawary

Shang Qinghua and Mobei-Jun meet at the Cloud Recesses during the guest lectures. Shang Qinghua is still a transmigrator and Mobei-Jun is still destined to kill him someday, and it makes copying the rules in the library really awkward.

Moshang in an MDZS AU.

#quill's fic recs #lmao i'm pretty sure only like 3 of y'all're gonna be interested in this but #i know i haven't been writing a lot lately and i know most of y'all aren't my ao3 kids but for those of you that ARE my ao3 kids!#i tried to keep it to the fics that i feel like are super underrated #like they SHOULD have more kudos but they have like under 2k or something #i've been reading more longfic lately so if you need a way to pass your time #and also i have very good taste in fic lmao oewaigjdlkge #not to be biased or anything #not me realizing i didn't really rec for the fandoms i'm known for... oh well rip me #feel free to send in specific fandoms like 'quill you're a genshin blog do you have any idk GENSHIN RECS' (i do in fact)#(but they're all very popular fics so i didn't rec them here... but i could if y'all wanted me to hint hint ajoeiwgdlk)

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uozlulu · 2 years

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BnHA/MHA chapter 341 reaction and spoilers

I like how Horikoshi took Japan’s attitudes towards disabilities and applied them to quirks that aren’t really disabilities but could easily be mitigated if society cared enough to help people with them find coping mechanisms. Toga, like Twice, like Shigaraki, etc… needed support and a path forward, but whether it was Endeavor upset that Touya was burning himself or the hospitality Toga experienced for her quirk, there was still nothing for either of them in society seemingly to help them keep Touya from hurting himself or Toga from hurting others. It’s again driving home part of the theme of BnHA and MHA is a world that is hollow, lacking kindness and care despite all the flashy heroes and promises of morality, safety, and justice. Toga’s abandoned childhood home is very similar to how society is crumbling now that its hollow core has been exposed and heroes are jumping ship.

Toga’s dream of the sparrow reminds me of the fable about a kind old man who cares for an injured red sparrow much to the annoyance of his wife who is greedy. The wife harms the sparrow but the old man finds it and his reward is to choose between two baskets. He chooses the smaller of the two and returns home to find it’s full of treasure. His wife runs off to find the larger basket assuming it’s treasure, but when she opens it, it’s actually monsters and she ends up dying because of her greed.

Since there’s graffiti inside and outside the house, I’m curious if Toga’s parents threw her things away or if looters came and stole everything over the time she’s been gone and her parents left. I would think most likely her parents probably threw it away since that’s her assumption.

I like that Toya followed Toga and that he’s kind of trying to comfort her in his own way. It’s very much like how he went straight to Twice during the raid knowing Twice would be with Hawks and in trouble if left alone. Touya talks a big game about being above it all, but I think things like him being there for Toga and Twice show that he does care in his own way about the League and that the part of him that was Fuyumi and Natsuo’s big brother exists within him. Maybe that too can extend to Shouto if Touya ever realizes how similar he and Shouto truly are.

Touya says, “You'll be able to use it, you know, when you traform. If the person's someone close to your heart, you'll be able to use their quirk by drinking their blood. Before Machia whisked us away, I made sure to grab the original body's blood, Twice's blood that is. We'll help that sad, sad parade to keep marching. And the ones having that last laugh? That'll be us.” Toga smiles when she looks at the small vile of blood. There’s something strangely warm about this, that Twice isn’t completely lost for good yet, that Touya knew Toga would want this, and that Toga appreciates the gift. It’ll be interesting to see when and how Toga will choose to use the blood. I’m kind of looking forward to it.

”Know this, Iguchi, anyone can be someone’s hero,” is an interesting quote to end the chapter on especially since Spinner keeps returning to wondering how Shigaraki’s doing, if Shigaraki is still Shigaraki, and so forth. It’s especially interesting because above Spinner’s close up panel is a panel of AFO’s disfigured body and below Spinner’s close up panel is a close up of Shigaraki’s bloodshot eye. I keep wanting the League to have a hand in saving Shigaraki and these panels accompanying this dialogue gives me hope we’re definitely moving in that kind of direction even if Midoriya gets directly involved.

#liveblog #manga liveblog #bnha manga liveblog #mha manga liveblog #bnha manga spoilers #mha manga spoilers #i'm reading ch 341 #ymmv #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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sugarmaplewings-fics · 4 years

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Hoodie HCs 2 . . . Kinda

Pairings: BNHA boys x reader

Warnings: None, not even cursing Σ(☉_☉)

Characters: Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari

A/N: Ok, let’s have a little chat here.

I want to start out by saying I’m not mad, I’m just a little annoyed.

So this same anon sent the same request to someone else (see their post here) and the other author posted theirs around the day after I finished the prompt. If I hadn’t already written it up, I would have just deleted the ask and moved on, but I was already done so here we are. I’m not sure what went wrong where, but let me just say this: Please don’t send the same request to different authors around the same time. It’s not cool. Again, I don’t know everything about the situation, but it’s just really frustrating to both authors when you do things like this.

Also also, anon didn’t really follow my rules. 1. I don’t write for Shigaraki, and 2. I write for fem or gender neutral reader only (this is gender neutral). My rules are there for a reason, both for my benefit and yours, so please look over them before requesting. At the moment I’m only writing for eight people.

Anyway, mini rant over. I hope you guys enjoy these headcanons!

-Sugar

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Bakugou:

Dis boi, istg

He’s such a little pain

But you love him

And he even loves tolerates you

One evening, he was in your room, poking through your closet

You were presently in the shower, and had sent him up to your room to grab your towel you had forgotten

But let’s just say he got a little . . . sidetracked

You had so many oversized sweatshirts hanging tantalizingly from your rack

You certainly wouldn’t miss just one, would you?

After some brief inner turmoil, Katsuki pulled one down; a simple solid black

He experimentally brought it nearer to his nose, checking to see if his suspicion may be correct

Indeed, it smelled heavenly of you; your detergent, your deodorant, even down to the faintest traces of sweat and shampoo around the collar

He squeezed and balled it in his fists for a moment, debating while he absentmindedly continued his search for your towel

Soon enough, he found your fuzzy rectangular strip of cloth and, now holding two items from your closet, left your room

He made a quick stop at his own room to drop off the hoodie

Once he had cheekily made his initial delivery, he settled back into his room

He pulled your hoodie over his head, enjoying the baggy feel of it around him

Katsuki was liking this more than he cared to admit, but it didn’t matter since you wouldn’t see him with your hoodie anyway, if he had anything to say about it

Now, you did, in fact, notice the disappearance of your hoodie, and initially brushed it off

That had been the first week

Eventually, you began to cultivate your own suspicions, taking notice of how suddenly your boyfriend grew defensive (at least, more so than normal) any time you brought up the black hoodie that had formerly belonged to you

Indeed, it was time to investigate

You invited yourself over for a study session, waiting until Bakugou ducked into his en-dorm bathroom before quickly and quietly getting up

You poked around a bit, scanning for obvious hiding places

Getting back down, you peeked under the bed

Sure enough, there it was

It was then that you heard the bathroom door click and swing open and shut, then Katsuki’s footsteps froze

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” he shouted

“Looking for something,” you said offhandedly, reaching under to grab the hoodie

“Y-YOU CAN’T JUST SNOOP AROUND MY ROOM LIKE—”

You pulled the hoodie free, smirking at his guilty reaction. “Now how did this get down there?”

“I-I . . . I don’t know.” For once his voice is small; defeated

“You don’t, now?” You took note of how neatly he had folded the black cloth, undoing it in your hands and holding it up to see. “I’ve been looking for this for a while.”

For once, Bakugou is speechless. He’d been caught, and now all he could do was wait for your reaction and what you would do next

“You know, if you wanted this one, you could have asked,” you said, standing. “It’s not like I have a shortage.”

Katsuki had shoved his hands in his pockets, glowering at the floor in an attempt to avoid your gaze

“Does it still even smell like me?” you pondered, more to yourself since you weren’t expecting an answer. You pressed the collar to your nose and inhaled

You were able to detect a tiny hint of yourself still clinging stubbornly to the fabric, but mostly it was laced with him

A quick image of him sleeping in it flashed in your mind and you blushed, glancing from your boyfriend to the floor

“Well, you can give it back when you want,” you said, folding it up again and laying it on his bed. “If you ever want another one, you can tell me.”

You knew him by now. You know it would have been hard for him to have asked you for something like this. So, for the time being, you decided to go easy and drop the subject

The both of you went back to your studies, but this time, Bakugou was a little more silent and reserved than usual

The following month, you made sure to give him every opportunity you could to allow him to take another hoodie

You’d leave your closet doors open and leave the room for extended periods of time while he was in there, making up lame excuses for your absences

Whenever you came over to his room, you might ‘accidentally’ leave a little something behind for him

Sure enough, things would begin to disappear and reappear seemingly on their own. Even though you knew it was Katsuki, he was surprisingly sneaky about it

Finally one day, you visited him at his house over one of your breaks from school

He answered the door in a t-shirt you immediately recognized as your own, and your heart soared

You knew he did it on purpose, and the smirk he bore at your pleasantly surprised expression only offered further proof

BAKUGOU LOVES STEALING YOUR HOODIES AND YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND. ONCE HE GETS OVER THE INITIAL ‘oh crap, is this weird? Dang it, I like them’ IT’S OVER

Bonus: Every time he gives them back they still smell like him, even though he’s the type to wash them before giving them back

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Kirishima:

It all started one particularly cold evening

He was out in a temperature just above freezing in nothing but his regular street clothes

Baby, you hot, but like . . . that’s not enough, please keep yourself warm

N e wahys, after pestering him multiple times asking if he was at all cold, he finally admitted to having a bit of a chill

“Take my jacket.”

“But I’m being manly—”

“Take it.”

“I shouldn’t be taking it from you. Really, it’s my fault so you shouldn’t have to suffer—”

“It’s manly to take care of yourself. And also to accept gifts when you need them. You’re wearing my jacket.”

After a bit of coaxing, he finally pulls it on

*cue his universe falling into place*

He just can’t get over how warm and comfortable and soft it is, and every moment he sees it around him, he’s reminded of you

He goes from one extreme to the other, and now he doesn’t want to take it off

“So are you going to give that back to me or—?”

“Actually, can I keep it for a bit longer?”

“Sure.”

Under the initial circumstances, it makes him a little blushy

But like, this is now his everything???

It’s like you’re always there to give him a little hug, and it even smells like you. He sleeps in it every night for nearly two weeks

But then it starts to lose your scent, and his mind begins to wonder what else you might have in your closet

He goes to your room and sheepishly broaches the topic, giving back the original jacket and asking if he could have another

You smile at how flustered he is, and allow him full access to your extensive collection

Bby boi is so pumped to be able to wear your shirts and sweaters, and always tries to return the favor if he can

I headcanon that he has a pretty strong personal scent, so it’s really nice to wear his clothes, or even just re-wearing your own clothes once he gives them back

He gets extra cuddly and fluffy whenever he wears something of yours as well, so REAP YOUR BENEFITS WHERE YOU CAN

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Kaminari:

He’s the most open with it, honestly

Seriously, having an s/o who is taller than him makes his heart do the BIG doki doki

He thinks you’re so cute! And so much fun to hug!! Yes please, sign him up

He hadn’t really thought too much about taking your hoodies or jackets, but one night, he had taken yours from you to go hang it up. Holding it up to his, it dawned upon him that they were the same size

Next thing he knew, he was raiding your closet in secret. You’d left your room to go grab some snacks for your gaming night and Denki had decided that that was the perfect time for him to strike

He wasn’t overly concerned with getting caught, but he enjoyed entertaining the idea of you finding one of your t-shirts stolen by none other than himself

He truly had hit gold, dating someone like you. Upon opening and rooting through your closet, he discovered even more clothing articles that would certainly fit him; hoodies, jumpers, t-shirts . . . .

It was almost overwhelming, to be honest. How could he possibly pick just one?

You came back into your room a few minutes later, catching him in the act of eyeing a small pile of your own clothes

You watched him silently from your door for a minute, eyes flicking from your closet to your boyfriend, who had held up an old oversized hoodie to his chest

The dots were easily connected in your head, and you smirked

“Finding something you like?” you asked, making him jump and turn around to face you. You could almost have sworn to have seen a little crackle of electricity run down his arm from his own surprise

“(Y/N)! Yeah, um, I noticed the other day that we were the same size, so I was curious about . . . what you had . . . .”

He watches your reaction, relieved to see you smirk and walk over to him

“Try that one on,” you say, referring to the hoodie

He grins back, sliding it over his head as you watched

It was so comfortable, and warm too. You had good taste

The hoodie smelled like you and everything. Denki allowed himself to relish for a moment the feeling of something of yours softly encasing him so

Yep, there was no way he was taking it off

You let him keep it, butterflies making their flighty rounds in your belly every time you glanced over at him

He looked cute in it, and the fact that he was wearing something of yours further stirred a feeling in you that he was truly yours to love

Definitely makes a habit of taking your clothing from time to time—anything he can get his hands on is his, sometimes experimenting with your differing style from his

Very very soft, 10/10 cuddle and spoon your smol bf

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Taglist: @basicaegyo @iiminibattlehero @pyrofanatic @sokkasangel @xoxopam4

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notepadsandtealeaves · 3 years

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from the van der linde boys, with love 💌

vde 2021 m.list

status: complete

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| rdr vde (ladies) | batboys vde | bnha vde ||

|| rdr tag | other m.lists | my ao3 | my main blog ||

♡ it’s exactly what it sounds like lol. just cute/heartfelt letters from the boys to their sweethearts.

♡ these, like p. much everything i write these days, are written with a gender neutral reader.

♡ all fills are poc friendly!

♡ there’s nothing particularly spicy in these, but as i stated above, this is an 18+ blog so if minors (i.e. anyone that’s not at this exact moment 18 or above) could steer clear that’d be great.

♡ links under the cut so as not to clutter up your dash/blog.

|| arthur morgan

yours in every way imaginable || wc: ~600

i love you, ____, so damn much, and that’s every day of, well forever. baby, you’ve got me—from now until the end of my days—so do with me what you will.

he doesn’t know how he got you, but he’s damn sure gonna do everything in his power to keep you…

♡ links: tumblr || ao3

|| bill williamson

with love from your man || wc: 200~

i love you more than i ever thought it was possible to love anyone, you truly are my better half. i don’t know what else to say besides that, but then again i don’t think there really is anything else to be said.

sometimes he thinks that he loves you more than what even he knows…

♡ links: tumblr || ao3

|| charles smith

with love from your man || wc: 300

you’re a gift to me, love, a treasure most precious and rare…

even when he doesn’t say it you know how much he loves you, how much he cares…

♡ links: tumblr || ao3

|| dutch van der linde

loving you more than you can ever fully know || wc: ~400

thank you for giving this to me, sweetheart, this promise of a hundred thousand beautiful tomorrows.

the depth of his love can only ever be matched by the grandiose way in which he shows it…

♡ links: tumblr || ao3

|| hosea matthews

loving you, now and forever || wc: ~400

you have breathed life back into constricted lungs, ____, have given me a renewed sense of purpose. if loving you is what i am now meant for it is a commission that i gladly accept and i’ll consider the whole of my days well spent.

he’s more than content to spend his life loving you…

♡ links: tumblr || ao3

|| javier escuella

loving all of you with all of me || wc: ~500

if you’ve ever thought you saw me pinching myself, you probably did, haha. a little ridiculous, maybe, but can you blame me when everyday with you feels like some sort of waking dream? i don’t think so, i don’t think so at all…

loving you is like a dream, one that he never wants to wake from…

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|| john marston

yours || wc: ~500

his love for you is simple and honest, plain and true…

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|| josiah trelawny

ever your partner in love, life, and crime || wc: 500~

you’re a hard person to escape, weaving your webs as beautifully as you have, not that i would ever want to be free of you.

in you he’s found not just his equal, but the other half of his heart.

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|| kieran duffy

loving you so very, very much || wc: 500~

having the honor of calling you my own… it still feels like a dream, honestly, but if i am indeed asleep then i never want to wake.

having you in his arms is better than anything he could ever dream up…

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|| leopold strauss

yours, truly || wc: ~700

…one thing that is fixed and forever true is my love for you. even eons after this day, when all has been reduced to ash and rubble, and we ourselves returned to cosmic matter this one fact will never change. even if i have been robbed of every sense i have, my sentience stripped away, i know that i would know this—that i would know you—because you’re a part of me, ____.

when it comes to words he oftentimes finds himself at a loss, but for you he will try…

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|| lenny summers

forever yours || wc: 800~

i am fully convinced that the day i met you your presence touched me in some profound way, altered me in a way i can’t quite explain, and i could not be happier.

you’ve changed me, ____—irrevocably and for the better, and i can’t help but to love you just that little bit more for it.

for him life is all about the ebb and flow of change, but you’re the one constant he wants to hold on to…

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|| orville swanson

loving you from the very depths of my soul || wc: 500~

____, my dearest, most precious love… being with you has shown me that i can feel deeply without being completely overwhelmed by my desires, that i can want—and more importantly, have—as much of you and this love we share as i want without shame, that it is okay to be selfish when it comes to you, to us…

there is no iniquity to be found in loving you this deeply and fully, of this he’s sure…

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|| sean macguire

yours forever and ever etc. || wc: 500~

i’m used to the ebb and flow of life; both things and people have a tendency to come and go like the tide, leaving behind very few constants, but you… you… you’re something exceptional, always have been from the very start.

he may hate the day, but he loves the hell outta you…

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|| simon pearson

your most devoted lover || wc: 500~

i just cannot seem to help the swell of feelings i get whenever i so much as think about you, love. with you everything seems to come easier. my laughter and smiles, contentment and peace, just—everything.

though he finds most people’s reactions to the holiday to be a bit much, that won’t stop him from spoiling his lover…

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|| uncle

yours, always and forever || wc: 300~

you’re as sharp as you are sweet, proud and beautiful and one of the most giving souls i’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing… you’re so much more than what i ever expected to get out of this life, and certainly a sight more than what i deserve.

there’s no sweeter a story than the one you’re writing together…

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scorpiosanssexy · 3 years

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Pick a card reading: What makes you so attractive to others + bnha characters who would highkey simp for you

Hiya i am back, this spread basically highlights all of your attractive qualities about yourself (and yes you do have them) with the added additon of a hidden talent and how you can better love yourself.

My favourite part of this reading is at the bottom I have included My hero characters that would very much swoon if you even spoke to them (in other words they have a crush).

I was going to do 4 piles for this reading but everytime i tried to do the 4th one i kept getting really bad headaches so i decided against it.

All you need to do is look at the anime food photos infront of you and pick the one you were first drawn to and then scroll below to your reading. I hope you enjoy it and that this reading does reasonate with you.

Stay safe and healthy

Pile 1 (Watermelon)

Why you are so amazing

The traits and simply make you, you.

The Sun: I literally squealed when this card came out of the deck, like chaotic babies unite. This card represents all things happy, you just have this cheerful personality that brings so much joy to others like even with the doom and gloom around us you still manage to keep on smiling which is honestly a massive talent. For some reason (if there are any MHA fans in the building) I thought of Mirio who is always so upbeat and ready to help others in need, I feel like this is definitely you. To me, the idea of being a really good storyteller came into my mind like the sun represents the performative aspects of life so just naturally grabbing that audience's attention is something you are so good at and I am never ever bored in your company. Looking at the picture of the card there is a little child riding a horse, you have this childlike innocence and curiosity which is the most adorable thing ever but I feel like sometimes people underestimate your intelligence and capabilities. I would like to say that the child on the card is sitting in a very confident manner and is controlling the horse with ease which suggests to me that you do have this deep maturity about you too which people tend to forget, the fact you can go from loud and upbeat to quiet and introspective is so cool and amazing as Hannah Montana says “you got to live the best of both worlds”. One final message is that it is ok to feel sad and that you don’t have to be optimistic all the time, you are not a burden and many people will rush towards you full of love and support.

Page of Swords: seeing this card after drawing the sun made a lot of sense in my mind, the page represents youthful energy and the swords are all to do with our intellect and abstract concepts (like of like air in astrology) so you might be a bit of a bookworm or you like to learn more about things like tarot or astrology. What I can say is that you know a little about a lot which is super amazing because you always have some random fact tucked into your brain, you would be great on a quiz team. You are so witty and funny too like I can imagine people are always bent over laughing whenever they are in your company and if you do not believe me then I can guarantee that is what they say to other people when talking about how cool you are. Quite the chatterbox on your school reports I can imagine the teacher said that you may have “talked a bit too much” but you can’t help it, you do love to socialise. Looking at the picture on the card the page is surrounded with clouds so I can imagine you are a little bit of a daydreamer which is very endearing and sweet you can’t help it physics the last thing on a Friday is just so incredibly boring, you come up with the grandest ideas and no one knows how like why didn’t they think of that you are a natural outside the box thinker. Lastly, I think the Page of Swords is a very good problem solver sure it might not be the most straightforward solution if you solve your problems in a way which works for you, you do not follow convention and are proud to be an innovator and that deserves a reward in itself.

The Lovers: the most romantic card in the whole deck, my goodness you are a hopeless romantic, you love to daydream about all the possibilities and you might also believe in soulmates, personally I think it is very sweet and we need more idealist in this world because sometimes reality can seem so bleak. I just know in my heart that you would be one of the best s/o ‘s ever like you would do all the cute romantic gestures like buying roses and leaving cute notes around their room like I am actually gonna go and squeal in a pillow because of how precious you are. The Lovers also indicate that you know who you are and you know what your morals are, whilst you may be an idealist you don’t let people walk all over you that’s for sure, you stand up for yourselves and for others and are the voice for the people who cannot be heard. You make a very good public speaker too (you should give it a go deffo) and are very clever with your words as the Lovers are ruled by Gemini. A scenario which popped into my head was somebody thinking you flirted with them but in actual fact, you were just being friendly. Looking at the picture of the card the background appears to look like the garden of Eden for some odd reason the first kind of trait is you being able to make yourself at home anywhere. The Garden of Eden represents paradise so like you can naturally find your “paradise” in a different location or with a group of people perhaps the word I am looking for is spontaneous whatever it is I feel like that is something you can do. My last message is that you sometimes doubt yourself and your decision-making skills. What I have to say is that trust your intuition and go for it, don’t get too caught up in your head because you do not need to, you have excellent observation skills already.

Hidden Talent

Perhaps something you might not have been aware of

Knight of Swords: You are very ambitious, I feel like many people do not see that due to your sunny exterior but once you have a goal in mind there is no stopping you. You remind me of the Queen song “Don’t stop me now” like your life is always so fast-paced. When the situation calls for it you can leave that page of sword persona and step up into the role of the knight and take charge of the situation. You are assertive and direct as I think some of you reading this reading today may feel like you are a bit of a doormat but I can confidently say you are not. Also, you are extremely intellectual, you may not be academically intelligent but it’s more that you are very eloquent and can debate with ease, like you can break down someone else’s point and explain how they contradict one another or how they don’t add up. On the card itself, the knight is wearing the colour blue, according to colour theory blue is representative of Logic and wisdom. Another big indicator of how smart you really are not a himbo by any means. You do have a very logical side to yourself that perhaps you don’t even realise you are using like you are very good reasoning out things (sorry that this is so vague my mind had gone all foggy). Blue is also a very calm colour so you are definitely a very tranquil kind of person too, you do not stress out often and you don’t let high-pressure situations get the better of you. You truly are cool as a cucumber. Writing this currently, I feel so peaceful, like you create a sanctuary for people.

How to love yourself

We all have our down days so here are some tips and tricks to make you feel better

2 of Coins: I feel like the universe here has kind of given you two options here. Usually, this card indicates a need to be flexible and have to juggle things around if in this case I do not believe it is your message. I wanted to look at the image, especially the two pictures inside the coins. The first one is the weighing scales which are perfectly balanced which I interpreted as being the symbol of Libra. Being patient with yourself and saying kind words to yourself can be very healing, a tactic could maybe leave post notes in nice places so whenever you walk around the room. Definitely pamper yourself when you deserve it. The message I am getting from this card is that you are too harsh on yourself and never give yourself the self care you deserve, get that face mask and blast a bit of Megan, be the princess/prince you deserve to be. On the other part of the coin is a picture of a big moon with a tiny sun in the middle, my interpretation comes back to the sun card and you feel like you always have to hold this cheery facade. The moon represents our emotions specifically our anxieties and fears with it being bigger so with it being the bigger image I feel like in order to love yourself you are going to need to express your emotions in a healthy way whatever mechanism works best for you, for me ranting to a close friend always helps but other people prefer to journal or use a creative outlet which is fine too. Lastly, as I mentioned at the top the 2 of coins indicates that you have lots of projects in your life so maybe if you immerse yourself in those you can unlock the true path to good self esteem.

Bnha characters who highkey have a crush on you

Bakugou, Jirou, Shindo, Shigaraki and Midnight (maybe sir nighteye)

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Pile 2 (Ramen)

Why you are so amazing

The traits that simply make you, you

The Star with the 2 of Swords: these cards both fell out at the exact same time with the star on top and the 2 of swords behind so I decided to use the swords card as a clarifier one. I say this about a lot of the cards but i can tell that the star is one of my faves 100% it represents hope, creativity and calm. The first kind of trait that came into my head when this card popped out is that you always shine wherever you go, you are just gifted at everything, some of you think you may be the burnt out gifted child but you are not, you still glow even if you can’t see it yourself and people are in awe (and somewhat intimidated by you) because of your success and achievements. Looking into the actual meaning you are the type of person to never give up, the star is a sign that your wishes are coming into fruition, if something doesn’t go according to plan you do not dwell on it too much and brush yourself up again and carry on which is amazing considering the circumstances we are in. The word I was looking for is resilient and persistent. You don’t let the haters stop you from doing your thing. You have a calming disposition and I imagine your role is the mediator of the friendship, like you just have the most soothing presence. I want to go into more detail about the fact the star is ruled by Aquarius because that fact seems to keep sticking out for me, I trait we never talk about in regards to aquarius is that they can in fact be great leaders, they are the trendsetters of the zodiac so I feel like you prefer to live life your own way rather than copy others which I admire you for because going against the current is hard. Because of your actions I feel like you inspire others whenever you know this or not (spoiler alert you do). Another thing that has sprung to my mind is that I feel like you can be quite mysterious. Everybody is so intrigued by you wanting to know what is going on in your mind. With the 2 of swords being there too, it usually indicates that a decision needs to be made however looking at the picture the lady is confidently holding the 2 swords which suggests to me that you are a very decisive person and once you set your mind to something there is no stopping you. You are much more talented than you give yourself credit for so never stop shining.

The Hierophant: this made me very intrigued about your reading when this card fell because the star and the hierophant kind of have contrasting energies since the H is ruled by Taurus. The Hierophant stands for knowledge and education, you probably take your studies quite seriously or you naturally maintain good grades throughout the year (which i think is so cool), you are the person who forms a study group to help their dumbass friends so that they don’t fail the finals and honestly as someone who is a member of the dumbass friend squad without people like you in the world I wouldn’t have any educational qualifications. Helping others is second nature to you, always quick to give a helping hand with those in need. The Hierophant is a responsible figure so that in turn means so are you, you always make sure that everything is done on time and that your drunk friends get home safely, others may say you can be a little bit too serious but I have to disagree, your organisation skills are amazing and if I ever met you you will probably be my idol. Looking at this cards ruling sign Taurus, not a lot of people realise how ambitious a taurus can be (most people think quite the latter but remember there is a reason that taurus is an earth sign), you have big plans for yourself and I feel like you definitely prioritise your career over other aspects of yourlife, your drive and commitment to yourself and others is truly amazing and promise me you won’t be too hard on yourself because as some random kardashian once said “you are doing amazing sweetie”.

Knight of Pentacles: this card is the CEO of detail, the knight is a figure who is very happy to serve the king and with it being in the suits of pentacles no detail will be missed out. You are incredibly observant of others one example that popped into my head is that you can tell what others are thinking through either body language or just how they communicate (take this if it resonates with you) or maybe you are simply very organised. Either way your amazing perception is something that goes unnoticed by others so I believe this card fell from the deck as a chance to give you the credit you deserve. You are incredibly hard working, the knight is always alert and on duty so no matter the day of the week you are working, it can be school work or passion projects you are constantly trying to achieve the best version of yourself, make sure you have a break and have a kit kat y’know. The knight is patient who works diligently towards his goals which I think you very much channel, like you are so kind and patient towards anyone, always offering to listen to other people’s problems and offering them first class advice (which is something I am very jelly of in a good way). The message I get from this is that you are so patient with others so please be patient with yourself, don’t push yourself so hard that your self esteem begins to suffer because you do not deserve that.

Hidden Talents

Perhaps something you might not have been aware of

The High Priestess: this card is such a badass card, like the high priestess is the CEO of intuition and all that jazz, your bullshit detector is off the radar and the even cooler thing you don’t even know it. This isn’t to say you should be distrustful of every single person you meet but if you have a gut feeling I say you should stick with it as mother nature has blessed you out of this world intuition. The high priestess represents having inner power, the picture on the card shows her sitting in her chair very assured. To other people you come across as having this quiet confidence, you do not boast about your talents through words however you bring them forward with actions, I feel like people are secretly in awe of you. Coming back to the picture the high priestess is mostly wearing teal (including her dress and her accessories), typically the colour teal represents elegance and politeness which is something you 100% possess ( a true lady/gentlemen) however reading more into the psychology behind this colour one line really stuck out to me - “Teal is a slightly unconventional colour, you value your uniqueness and don’t wish to fit in the crowd”, whilst you may have a serious demeanor it doesn’t me you are boring by any means, it could be the way your express your style via clothing that is unique or perhaps you have a secret niche interest that not many people know about. Whatever it is, you are a very interesting and complex person and you are definitely a lot more than meets the eye.

How to love yourself

We all have our off days, so here is some tips and tricks on how to feel better

The Star: I found it so amazing that this card came out again in a different deck, the message when I saw the 2 star cards just confirmed to me that you don’t realise how amazing you are, like you are constantly downplaying yourself because you are so incredible modest, like you are so much better than you think you are and you deserve all the joy in the world. The star in tarot represents hope and affirmations, somebody praising you definitely makes your day. (this message just came to me when i was writing this), society constantly tells us not to out looking for external praise and to be happy with ourselves it has to come from within but I slightly disagree on this standpoint, I believe you guys lack that external validation in your life, so when someone does praise you it really has a big impact. Getting complimented is a good thing and you deserve every single one of them. Getting back on track, looking closely at the picture the lady is pretty much naked except for a blue ribbon covering her “private parts”, to me this is an indication that you should show off, like put on a pretty dress (or whatever clothing makes you feel the most comfortable) and get some beyonce on and pretend you are a victoria secrets angel, release the inner diva, do something bougie, get your nails done. Honestly you guys deserve the spotlight (if you want that) or either the right to feel confident, like just go dancing and let all that negative energy out through your movements. I wanted to have a look at the blue ribbon in more detail, blue is a colour that represents calmness and tranquility, so any activities that make you in a calm or soothing state will really help you too. It could be the classical calming activities such as guided meditation or a really nice hot bubble bath but my sister says she finds shopping to be very relaxing, so whatever hobby or thing makes you fall into this state could also really help increase the self-esteem here.

Bnha characters who highkey have a crush on you

Monoma, Uraraka, Hawks, Mina and Sero

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Pile 3 (Pasta)

Why are you so amazing

What traits make you, you

The Emperor: the emperor card represents structure, stability and authority. I feel like a lot of you picking this reading are quite shocked that this card came out, like I feel like you might not think of yourself as the most stable person (especially during these uncertain times) however I do not think you give yourself enough credit. You thrive under following a strict schedule and always follow through on your goals (for some reason I feel like you might have a very extensive writing blog, like your masterlists are all extremely organised). You naturally bring stability to others though, I keep getting the phrase “you are my rock” and you are always there if anyone needs you. Of course this doesn’t make you a doormat by any means in fact quite the latter, the emperor is a man of action and leadership, you are a natural leader and always know the exact action to take in regards to a situation, a problem solver, people come to you for when they need to seek answers and get stuff done. The emperor serves the kingdom fairly thus he facts rationally in regards to making decisions. You are perhaps on the more logical side and are not too rash when it comes to your emotions, an aloof and calculated person, many people are in awe of your authoritative aura you have around you. You are extremely fair and just too, not a cold person at all, if someone wrongs you or your loved ones they are getting the treatment they deserve, we are so blessed to have you as an incredibly loyal person in this world. For some of you I highkey think you are into things that involve strategies or methodical thinking a couple of things that came to mind were Jigsaw puzzles, chess or solving rubik's cubes but sports and other hobbies do use this critical thinking as well, also I feel like you might be extremely passionate about it too. The emperor is ruled by aries so you are a person of action, you hate the idea of sitting around and I feel like you are never afraid to take on a challenge which is extremely admirable because many people are afraid of failure but you don’t see it as that, you see it has another chance to prove yourself and honestly as I am typing this out I am feeling so motivated to do something badass. Best hype man period. (Also i couldn’t help but think of commander erwin smith when i was writing this so maybe you kin this man a little bit)

Seven of Swords: now this card in tarot is basically referring to someone being a backstabbing little shit but actually I think this highkey is a very badass card to come out of the deck in regards to what makes you so amazing. This card indicates scheming and coming up with a strategy which to me empathises how intelligent you are. You have some extremely high IQ or you naturally incredibly street smart either way your intellect is something to be marveled. Unlike pile number 2 I would not say you are studious but are the type of person who can have like 2 hours sleep and come in and do a test and still pass with flying colours. With this card, I feel like you are two steps ahead of everyone else, I can imagine that you sort of go into this mind palace like sherlock holmes where you connect all the loose threads, out of this world deduction skills, like how do you do it I will never know??? Definitely very good actors, like you can turn on the charm if need be and honestly you guys are super badass, you are the one person I believe who could actually survive animes such as Attack on Titan or the promised neverland.

Seven of Pentacles: Whenever I see this card in a personal reading of me it’s the universe’s way of telling me to stop being an impatient bitch and keep working. You sure do put up with a lot of shit, I 100% think that within your friendship you are the voice of reason and honestly you deserve a nobel peace prize. Seven of Pentacles indicates a need for looking more into the future, a long term perspective, you deffo play the long game, thinking before you leap and taking into consideration the consequences of your actions. You know where to invest your time in and make excellent planners, the archetype that has come into my brain is the chess master, you just know how to move each piece or in this instance know exactly what endeavours to pursue in life. The lady on the card looks very at rest despite all the work she has done, to me this indicates that you make a lot of things look really easy, perhaps you have a niche hobby that you have perfected over the years or maybe you are naturally an elegant person. What I can tell you is that whatever sort of work you present is bougie as fuck, wherever it be a writing for tumblr or some artwork it always looks so damn professional (your talent makes me go on all starry eyed). Lastly, I feel like your motto is “slow and steady is the race”, you would rather take slightly longer on a project then finish it quickly with lots of errors, definitely a perfectionist.

Hidden Talent

Perhaps something you might have not been aware of

The Chariot: the first thoughts that came to mind is that you are incredibly hard working and have lots of self discipline, many people believe you were always just naturally good at stuff not seeing the sweat and tears that has got you to your amazing level now, for instance you are extremely charming however this wasn’t a gift you were born with but something you learnt. The lady pictured on the card was wearing gold armour, the colour gold was really standing out to me so I decided to include this within the interpretation. The colour gold means triumph and success, to me this shows that when you put your talents to good use (towards a goal) the world becomes your oyster, the universe has gifted you the resources now you just have to pick up and use them. Also within the picture, there were 2 horses white and black, to me the colours represent divine feminie energy (emotions) and divine masculine energy (logic), the lady has control of the horses which shows that you have good control over both logic and emotions and don’t let one over power the other one. The spiritual guide of the horse shows that you are actually an extremely passionate person, I feel like you may have a slightly apathetic appearance so people can get quite shocked when they see you all fired up and ready to go, but you are. You look towards the future and never let the past hold you back, you are always ready for battle and just like the chariot you charge on ahead never looking back. The chariot card is ruled by Cancer, I feel like you are a very good listener, people are surprised at how comforting you can actually be, you do look out for your friends and just want to make sure they are healthy and well. You truly treasure those close around you and will take the bullet for any of them, I literally feel so emotionally writing this and honestly words cannot describe how amazing you are.

How to love yourself

We all have our down days, so here are some tips and tricks to help us feel better

10 of Cups: this is literally the happy ending card (that's my nickname for it). 10 of cups represents family and emotional fulfilment. The first message that came to mind in regards to loving yourself was listing things that you are grateful for, as someone who has low self esteem issues I know this can be extremely difficult but you need to dig deep. If you have trouble starting off taking personality quizzes can be a good start, my personal faves our the myer briggs (do not take 16personalities it isn’t accurate) and the jungian archetypes (i got the Jester), you can see some good traits from these quiz results which could help you start your list. What was really prominent on this card was the peace sign that was in the background, this could be an indication that may need to find peace with yourself or perhaps try to find peace around you, with the chaos that has been COVID you may have lost your balance in life, the cups aren’t standing up right. Perhaps your sleep schedule has gone out the window or you are skipping lunch most days ( I am guilty of doing this too), try by fixing your daily routine, this could be by going to bed 1 hour earlier or maybe making sure you go outside at least once a day. I definitely think that will increase your overall morale and thus the confidence will make a comeback. Spending time with your family is another theme of this card, I understand that some family members can be a pain however talking to them just having a normal conversation could really help forge better relationships with them. Be happy with the here and now because contentment is right under your nose.

BNHA characters that would highkey have a crush on you

Deku, Toga, Iida, Miriko and Dabi

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asian-hero · 3 years

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Hey, Mr. Sunflower!

A/N: Hi I’m still reeling from bnha 290 spoilers but I did come here with a purpose so here’s the flower shop/tattoo shop idea I had

okay bye

Summary: Todoroki Shouto liked the comfort of his daily schedule. Nothing changed, and it was a fact that made him feel comfortable. However, when a new tattoo parlor opens up next to him, he finds his world turned upside down by the new neighbor and her big, dumb, grin.

Pairing: Florist!Todoroki/Tattoo Artist!Reader (fem reader)

Words: 9,128

Water the plants, create floral arrangements, interact with the customers, and close up for the day.

Shouto’s day could be boiled down to those four simple activities. Every day, he would wake up early in the morning to tend to his flowers, making sure to give each and every one of them the right amount of care. Then, he’d get ready to start the day, brush his teeth, get dressed, and, if he were lucky, have a quick breakfast before heading down the stairs and into his shop, where he’d open up and begin the workday. Most of his day would consist of dealing with old ladies coming in the morning to have a quick chat while browsing his selection, teenage girls coming in while not-so-secretly whispering about how “hot” he was, and late coming partners and first time dates who were desperately looking for something to impress their significant other. After the day was over, he’d simply clean up, lock up shop, and head back upstairs for the night, where he’d promptly pass out and then wake up the next morning, getting ready to repeat the entire process again. So, it was safe to say that Shouto developed a routine of sorts, one that was comfortable, one that made him feel in control.

Who knew that one heavily tattooed woman moving into the empty shop next door would wreck his whole routine?

It was a rather uneventful morning, nothing out of the ordinary as Shouto awoke in his bed. However, he couldn’t shake the slight feeling of impending doom that seemed to hang over his head. He didn’t let that disturb him, though, as he got out of bed, quickly getting ready so he could get a head start on the day. As he shut the door to his apartment, walking down the stairs to get ready for the day, he felt a content sigh slip from his lips.

Tuesday. Though an inconsequential day to most, it was one of Shouto’s favorites. Tuesday’s were the quietest days at the shop, with only a few regulars, like Midoriya who worked part time at the post office, and Bakugou, who owned the cafe not too far from his own shop, coming in to yell at him about some minor inconvenience that must of been his fault. While the day was uneventful, it really helped Shouto deal with the issues of running a business by yourself. When there were no customers to tend to, he could work on the dozens of bouquet orders he had, or he could rearrange the flowers in his shop to be at the most aesthetically pleasing angles, as to enhance the experience of his customers.

So, while Shouto was working on a bright bouquet of sunflowers, which, in all honesty, was too much yellow for him to look at, he didn’t expect someone to burst through the door with an equally atrocious bouquet in their arms, a confused expression on their face. When their eyes connected with his, their confusion blossomed into a wide smile, nearly blinding him as much as the sunflowers had.

Putting his arrangement aside, Shouto cleared his throat. “Welcome, is there anything I can help you with?”

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but having a bunch of mismatched flowers being not-so-elegantly shoved in his face certainly wasn’t it.

“Hello! You must be Todoroki,” You spoke, your smile never leaving your face, “I’m (Y/L/N) (Y/N), your new neighbor!”

He continued to stare at you for a moment, his eyebrow raised as his face shifted from one of surprise to one void of amusement. When you noticed him eyeing the bouquet in your grip, you laughed, extending it towards the man once more, with one hand moving to rub the back of your neck awkwardly.

“Ah, I know that it’s a little weird to give a florist some flowers, especially since they’re from a grocery store and aren’t nearly as gorgeous as your own,” You started, eyes trailing off to look around at the shop, “But I wasn’t really sure what to get you, since I can’t really give out free tattoos,”

“Was there a reason to give me anything?” He asked bluntly, not making a move to take the flowers.

You pouted slightly, a sight that only served to confuse Shouto even more. “Well, I didn’t want to just come over empty-handed,”

He let out a small hum, acknowledging your words. After a few more moments of awkward silence, he gestured towards the door. “Well, was that all? Shouldn’t you be heading back to your shop?”

Though his words were a bit harsh, you didn’t let it deter you. Placing the bouquet onto the counter, you gave a small wave, your body moving on its own. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Mr. Sunflower! Feel free to do whatever with that bouquet, I won’t be offended if you toss it out! See you soon!”

As you left the store, you noticed a prominent blush on the man’s face, and you had to hold a hand over your mouth to keep in the giggles that threatened to fall from your lips. Though Shouto seemed to be a big, scary flower man, the pink tint that found its way to his cheeks made him look like an adorable toddler, and you promised yourself that you’d come back in soon. If not to see the man himself, then to at least see that blush one more time.

Once you were finally out of his sight, he let out an exasperated sigh. Of course, Shouto knew that someone had bought the shop next to him. Not only did the landlord inform him about the new tenant, but he also noticed the gigantic “sold” sign on the window while coming home one day. It was surprising just how fast the shop popped up, but to be fair, he wasn’t truly paying attention. He hadn’t expected that his new neighbor would drop in to say hello, especially with some grocery store bouquet. In fact, he expected that whoever bought the shop next to him would be just like his other neighbors: quiet and unassuming. However, with the interaction he just had with you, he figured that you would be trouble, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

The next time Shouto saw you was the very next day, when he was restocking the sunflowers, of all things.

It was around noon when he heard the soft chime of the front door, signaling a customer’s entrance. Putting on his “customer service” face, he looked over his shoulder, a tight smile on his face.

“Welcome, how can I—“ He paused, noticing your all black attire, a contrasting bright smile taking over your face, “Ah, it’s just you,”

You gave him a big wave, your entire body seemingly swaying side to side with the movement. Skipping over to where he was standing, you leaned forward a bit, trying to get a good look at his face. “Hey, Mr. Sunflower!”

“It’s Todoroki,” He blandly replied, not bothering to look at you as he continued to rearrange his flowers.

If his sharp words had any effect on you, you didn’t show it. Instead, your smile seemed to grow even larger as you peered over at the sunflowers in his hands, and Shouto hated it.

“Wow, these are beautiful,” You gushed, not missing the way his cheeks flushed at your compliment, “I mean, so are you, but I can certainly see why you’re so popular!”

He couldn’t understand why on earth you liked these flowers, they were atrocious in every single way possible. From the bright golden color and how large they were, all the way down to the symbolism. Though, he supposed that if you resembled any flower in his shop, you’d have to be the one Shouto detested the most.

Shoving the last of the sunflowers into the holder, he sighed, making his way towards the counter, “Don’t you have a shop to run?”

“Nope,” You said, obnoxiously popping the ‘p’ at the end, “I don’t have any appointments until three,”

When Shouto didn’t respond to you, you shifted your weight so that you were leaning against the counter, your elbows supporting your weight. Looking around the shop, you couldn’t stop the big smile that split your face as your eyes came across a familiar arrangement of neon colored flowers.

“I see you kept my house warming gift,” You teased, enjoying the way Shouto froze at your voice.

Glancing over his shoulder, he cursed inwardly at the sight of them. Eyes moving back towards the arrangement in front of him, he spoke, praying that you couldn’t hear the minuscule shake in his tone, “I’m waiting for someone to pick them up. It seems as though someone has the same horrible taste as you do,”

He wasn’t really sure if he was insulting himself when he said that.

“Ah, so my bouquet was useful?” You asked, that teasing glint never leaving your eyes.

He scoffed, but didn’t say anything more. For a while, the two of you just stood there in silence, with the occasional rustling of stems and petals being the only noise in the entire store. Your eyes would run along the entire store, but you had to admit, the man in front of you was your favorite sight. Even though he was cold and short with you, he hadn’t outright told you to leave this time, so that was progress. As your eyes trailed down from his face to his arms, you noticed just how broad he was, a fact that you missed yesterday, but was a pleasant sight for your eyes. It was clear as day that he worked out, and fairly often, if his figure had anything to say about it.

If you were going on what the stereotypes dictated, then the two of you should’ve swapped jobs long ago. He was an intimidating enough of a figure to fit into your shop, and your personality seemed to fit his shop more. However, you quite liked the fact that Shouto worked in a place like this, even though you hadn’t known him for long, you could see that he really cared about his shop, about the customers that came in. Though you’d never admit it, you remembered coming in around a year or so ago, significantly less tattooed up and more introverted than you were now. You remembered being smitten by the aloof and seemingly uncaring heterochromatic man, watching as he kindly helped out an elderly man pick out some flowers for his wife who was in the hospital. You remembered when he walked over to you, asking if you needed help, if there was a specific flower you wanted, and you stupidly said you wanted a bouquet of sunflowers, and soon enough, they became your favorite flower.

You wonder if he even remembered such an insignificant interaction.

While you were absorbed in your own little world, you didn’t notice Shouto finish the arrangement he was working on, pushing it to the side and giving you a weird stare. He knew you’d been staring at him, and, even if he didn’t like you, it still made him nervous. He didn’t like feeling nervous.

Deciding that he’d seen enough of you today, he gestured towards the door, “Well, I’m taking my lunch break now, please leave,”

You laughed, and that sound only made Shouto’s nerves sky rocket. “You don’t want to have lunch with me?”

“I could not think of anything else that I’d rather do less than that,”

You placed a hand to your heart, a small pout on your face that almost made Shouto take it back. However, at your poorly concealed giggles, he looked at you exasperatedly. Waving your hand, you gave him one last smile, “Alright, alright, I’ll get going. See you later, Mr. Sunflower,”

Your full blown laughter was the only thing that could be heard when Shouto had once again corrected you.

Taking in a deep breath, he briskly turned around, about to head back up to his apartment when he paused, the sight of your neon flowers catching his eye. Walking towards it, he found himself subconsciously stroking one of the petals, picturing the bright smile you gave him when you so confidently shoved them into his face. Biting the inside of his cheek, he carefully scooped up the vase in his arms before heading back up.

There was no reason to throw away perfectly good flowers, even if they were the ugliest thing he’d ever seen in his life.

After that interaction, Shouto found his normal daily schedule be disrupted by your presence. Every day, you’d somehow manage to find the time to walk into his shop, say hello, call him “Mr. Sunflower,” and then loiter around until he either asked you to leave, or the shop got too busy. On the busy days, he was grateful to be surrounded by customers so he wouldn’t have to talk to you one on one. Though he wasn’t entirely sure of the reason, you somehow always made his heart rate spike, and he didn’t like it. So, if the store was packed with customers, then he wouldn’t have to deal with you.

Today was one of those busy days, but rather than feeling relieved, Shouto only felt stress and anxiety.

Friday’s were usually the busiest days for Shouto, and his workload only grew larger at the prospect of prom nearing the corner. Not only did he have to work on the bouquet orders for his regular customers, but also on last minute corsage orders and walk-ins, all of which made Shouto’s stress levels spike to an already high average. So, when you walked in, in all of your smiley glory, he only felt his nerves shoot up.

The first thing that you thought of when you walked into the flower shop was how packed it was. Of course, you knew that he was a very popular florist, and his shop was usually busy, but this time it was almost unbearably packed. As you scanned the crowd, you made eye contact with the very stressed looking flower shop owner, and all ideas of teasing him and making his life harder left your brain, the only thing you wanted to do in that moment was to take away some of that stress.

Making your way through the crowd of people, you popped up by the register, clearing your throat to get his attention. Smiling sympathetically, you leaned in close, lowering your voice so only he could hear you, “Hey, Mr. Sunflower. Busy day?”

He didn’t even look up at you, too busy to stop what he was currently doing. “I’m busy at the moment, go find someone else to bother.”

When he didn’t even correct you, you knew just how stressed the man was. Before you could even offer your services, a rather shy looking girl came to the front, her hands shaking ever so slightly.

“Excuse me? I just had a quick question,”

You could hear the sharp intake of breath Shouto took, and before he could even look away from what he was doing, you smiled at the young lady, “What’s going on, honey?”

At the nickname the girl’s face flushed, and you had to hold back a giggle at the reaction. “Well, I know it’s too late to ask for a bouquet for tonight, but I got in a fight with my partner and I wanted to get her some flowers, I just don’t know what I should get,”

You hummed, tapping your lip as you cycled through your limited knowledge of flower meanings. As your eyes scanned the shop, you brightened up visibly once you found what you were looking for. Wrapping your arm around her shoulders, you ushered her through the crowd towards the tulips, giving Shouto a thumb’s up behind her back. Once you made it to the tulips, you picked out a few nice looking white tulips, carefully fluffing them out before handing it to her.

“I know they may seem unassuming, but white tulips are typically associated with apologies, so it may be good to start with these,” Patting her shoulder, you winked, “Of course, nothing’s better than a heartfelt apology, but I’m sure that these will help.”

The girl let out a noise of confirmation, whispering a quiet “thank you” before following you back to the register, where you hopped behind the counter to ring her up.

“How much are tulips?” You asked Shouto, leaning a bit to the side.

“A dollar a stem,” He mumbled, handing what had to have been his fifth bouquet of the hour to another customer, “Six for a dozen.”

Ringing up the girl, you quickly wrapped up the tulips in some white paper, carefully arranging them to appear fuller before bidding her a good bye, wishing her luck. You could tell that Shouto wanted to ask you something, but before he could even speak, another customer had called for your attention, and the two of you fell back into work mode.

After what had to have been at least two hours, the shop had finally died down, and you were finally able to let out a deep breath. Stretching your arms above your head and closing your eyes, you let out a low groan, happy to finally take a break.

Once you had finally reopened your eyes, you noticed Shouto staring at you with a blank expression. Tilting your head, you frowned. “What? Why’re you looking at me like that?”

“Why did you help me?”

“Ah, ever the blunt one,” You spoke, your trademark smile appearing on your lips, “Well, if you must know, you looked pretty stressed, and what kind of neighbor would I be if I let you suffer all alone?”

“One who minds her business,” He speaks, but you can tell there’s no malicious intent behind it.

Letting out a loud laugh, you smacked his arm, stifling your giggles as he rubbed his arm, “Hey! I did pretty good, okay? You could at least say ‘thanks, (Y/N).’”

He rolled his eyes, and you were fairly certain that he was ready to kick you out. So, moving to leave, you gave him a peace sign. However, before you you closed the door, you heard him call out to you.

As your eyes landed on him, Shouto felt his breath catch. “Thank you, (Y/L/N),”

Feeling your face split into a huge smile, you waved one last goodbye.

“Anytime, Sunflower.”

The first time that Shouto ever saw the inside of your shop was a few weeks after you helped him out. Of course, it wasn’t by choice. Midoriya had practically begged him to come along because he wanted to get his ears pierced but he had no one to come with him. When Shouto asked why he needed someone to come along with him, the green haired man said he was nervous and needed someone to be there for him. By that point, Shouto had already been convinced, and the very next day, he shut down his store early in preparation of Midoriya’s impending piercing appointment.

“So,” Shouto started, putting his keys back into his pocket, “Where are we going?”

Midoriya gave him a confused look, almost as if he didn’t quite understand the question. Pointing towards your tattoo shop, he rose his eyebrow. “Here?”

At that, Shouto felt his mood turn sour. Now of course, was he grateful for your help on Friday? Absolutely. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure what he would’ve done if you didn’t step in and help him. However, despite his slight gratitude towards you, it didn’t overpower the overwhelming feeling of anxiety that consumed him every time you were around. Whenever you waltzed your way into his shop, he could feel his throat close up, his hands start to get sweaty, and whenever he did speak to you, it always came out as short, slightly shaky answers, and he hated it.

Even so, he promised Midoriya that he’d be there for him. So, Shouto held his pride as he walked through the door to your shop, his eyes immediately landing on your figure, hunched over from laughing so hard at something your blonde haired friend had said. Though he wasn’t sure why, he didn’t like the way the other man looked at you. Once again, you made Shouto feel something he wasn’t used to.

At the sound of the door opening, your head immediately turned towards the front, a wide smile already on your face, and once you noticed who exactly was in your shop, you thought your face may as well split open.

“Don’t think I have you scheduled for an appointment, Mr. Sunflower,” You drawled, enjoying the way his face glowed with embarrassment, “Or did you just miss me?”

“It’s Todoroki,” He lamely responded, before clearing his throat, “And I’m not here for you,”

Shrugging your shoulders, you let out an obnoxious sigh. “A girl can dream,”

Looking over to the confused green haired man next to him, you gasped, clapping your hands together. “Ah! You must be Midoriya, my two o’ clock appointment!”

Before he could even get a word of confirmation out, you hopped from behind the counter, grabbing Midoriya’s hand and pulling him towards your piercing section. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you smiled at him through the mirror. “So, tell me all about what you want,”

It took longer than you expected to calm the poor boy’s nerves in order to get a coherent thought from him, but once he finally told you what he wanted, you asked Denki, your only employee at the moment, to go and grab the needles while you put your gloves on. Once everything was in place, you had to physically hold yourself back from audibly cooing at the sight of Midoriya grabbing onto Shouto’s hand, squeezing it while you pierced his earlobe.

After a few more seconds you moved backwards, placing your hands on your hips in pride. “We’re all done! They look great!”

As he moved to get a closer look in the mirror, you nudged Shouto with your elbow, a small smirk playing at your lips. “So, are you here for something, too?”

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “I’m not letting you near me with any sort of needle,”

“Hey!” You whined, smacking his arm lightly, “It’s not like I’m going to puncture a hole in you by accident or something!”

Before he could even get in another sarcastic comment, another voice beat him to the punch:

“Yeah? Tell that to the multiple scars on my arms!”

Both of you whipped your heads around, greeted by the sight of Denki sitting on top of the counter, his arms holding up his weight as he leaned back. Letting out another loud gasp, you took off one of your gloves, chucking it at him.

“Kaminari Denki I am your boss and I will be treated with respect!”

The man in question gave you a mock salute before moving to ring up Midoriya. Playfully shaking your head, you let out a few giggles at how ridiculous your friend was. When you looked back up, you noticed Shouto was still standing next to you, looking at you with another weird expression that you couldn’t quite place. It seemed to be some odd mixture of his natural blank stare, a hint of annoyance, and, if you were to guess, jealousy? Deciding that it’d be in your best interest to tease him, you took a step closer, a curious glint in your eye.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, hm?”

He continued to stare you down, though it didn’t have nearly the same amount of annoyance as it usually did. When you noticed that he didn’t seem to be in the mood to banter with you, you reached for his arm, gripping it lightly. You didn’t even say anything about how he tensed beneath your touch, not wanting to annoy him.

“You doing okay, Mr. Sunflower?” You asked, tilting your head, “You’re not responding to my child-esque flirting with unbridled sarcasm and annoyance,”

Shouto turned his head to the side, focusing on anything but you, “Maybe I’m just tired of your constant talking,”

Pointing an accusatory finger at the man, you spoke, “Ah! You didn’t even try to correct me when I called you ‘Mr. Sunflower!’ Something’s clearly wrong,”

Once again, Shouto didn’t respond, but you noticed the flush that was slowly starting to creep from his neck. Deciding to take pity on the poor man, you took his hand in yours, trying not to think too much into it when he didn’t pull away, “Sorry, didn’t mean to be pushy, just wondering where my grumpy flower man is,”

He wasn’t sure why, but seeing your face fall ever so slightly stirred some emotion inside of him, and it wasn’t the usual spike of annoyance or flutter in his chest. No, it almost felt like, guilt? Before his brain could even think about his actions, he squeezed your hand lightly, finally looking you in the eye.

“Izuku wanted to grab lunch before I go back to the shop,” He started, suddenly feeling a wave of nervousness wash over him, “Are you busy?”

You blinked once. Then twice. Then three times just to be sure. Staring at the man in front of you, you wondered if he was somehow an imposter, and the real Todoroki Shouto was locked away somewhere. As your mind continued to reel from what just happened, Shouto began to grow even more anxious, pulling his hand away from yours and rubbing the back of his neck.

“Don’t worry about it, I was just trying to be ‘neighborly,’ or whatever you call it—“

“Hey you can’t take it back!” You interrupted, frowning as you stared at the hand that left yours, “This is the first time that you’ve been somewhat nice to me, there’s no way in hell I’m saying no! Denki can take over for a while,”

You called over your shoulder for the last part of that sentence, sticking your tongue out when the blonde haired idiot gave you a sly wink. Turning back towards your flower man, you linked your arm with his, tugging him towards the entrance, where Midoriya was giving him a teasing look. “C’mon, let’s go!”

Lunch with you turned out to be one of Shouto’s favorite moments.

After the first lunch together, the two of you found yourselves growing closer. Every day, you’d come into the shop around noon, laugh as he told you for the umpteenth time that no, his name was not “Mr. Sunflower,” and then you’d ask him to have lunch with you, an invitation that Shouto always accepted, though he’d make a fuss about it. Afterwards, you’d walk him back to his shop, hands intertwined as you swung them back and forth, and every time, he would let you.

It was such as strange concept to him, blatantly showing affection, as if no one else were watching. He wasn’t even sure why he let you hold his hand, why he didn’t complain when you linked arms with him. He also didn’t know why his heart would speed up every time you did that, or why he’d feel nervous whenever you gave him one of your trademark grins.

Though, perhaps the most troubling of them all, he didn’t mind that you made him nervous.

He found that out one day while you were hanging out in his shop, seated upon the counter while you watched him close up shop for the day. It was like any other day, with you loitering around as you please while he tried to get some last minute work done. However, it somehow felt, different. With all of the time that you two spent together, hanging out like this, in complete silence, it almost felt domestic.

As he continued to restock the more popular flowers, you admired how careful he was when handling the plants. It was amazing to you how, someone seemingly so “cold” and “uncaring” could be so kind and nurturing when it came to his shop. Whenever you’d pop in on busy days, you’d always be reminded of the fact that the aloof exterior was simply a mask, and you’d find yourself getting embarrassingly soft when he’d interact with the customers with such a kind smile. Though of course, you loved to tease him, in fact, it was probably one of your favorite hobbies, you also felt your feelings for the man grow overtime. As the months passed, and the two of you grew close, you often found yourself daydreaming about simple domestic things, like hugging him tightly, or pressing a kiss to his cheek. There were also times that you’d have, less than wholesome thoughts, and every time those thoughts were front and center, you’d become a flushed mess, doing your best to hold in your embarrassment.

Eventually, Shouto had turned around to start on the other side. Once he noticed your gaze, he furrowed his brow, stopping in his tracks.

“What are you looking at?”

Not wanting to be caught in your embarrassing train of thought, you said the first thing that came to mind, “What’s your favorite flower?”

“My favorite flower?”

You nodded, figuring that you may as well continue on this track rather than your not-so-savory one, “Yeah, I mean, you already know mine, but I’m curious to see what a florist’s favorite flower is?”

He let out a hum, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Amaryllis’ are nice,” Gesturing towards the section of amaryllis, he continued, “They’re my mom’s favorite.”

You nodded your head, a teasing glint in your eye, “Who knew Mr. Sunflower was such a softie,”

“You know that’s not my name,”

You laughed, “I know, I know, it’s Todoroki—“

“It’s Shouto.”

Feeling your eyes widen, you watched as he continued on with his tasks, not even phased at the fact that he just gave you permission to call him his first name. Shaking yourself from your momentary shock, you spoke once more, hating the way your voice wobbled slightly.

“Oh? So you’re finally accepting my presence now?”

He simply shrugged his shoulders, but you could’ve sworn that you saw a grin tugging at his lips. “You’ve already squeezed your way into my life, so what’s the point of last names?”

With your heart beating out of your chest, and your face growing hot, you had to bite back a face splitting smile that threatened to take over. Hopping off of the counter, you made your way over to Shouto, finally deciding to act on your emotions. Quietly, you wrapped your arms around his torso, your face pressed against his back. At first, you felt him stiffen at the contact, and you almost pulled away, if it weren’t for the hand that snaked its way down to cover yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.

With a soft voice, one that was uncharacteristically quiet for you, you spoke:

“Well, good luck getting rid of me now,”

He scoffed, continuing to rearrange the roses in the holder. Mumbling something so quiet that you couldn’t really make it out.

“As if I ever wanted to,”

His feelings for you only grew after that moment. Every time that you’d walk into his shop, a bright smile on your face and that stupid nickname coming from your lips, his day would immediately brighten. Though at first you may have been an inconvenience to him, someone who wrecked his schedule without a second thought, now you were the one interaction that kept Shouto going. He always appreciated how sweet you were, how you forced him to take lunch breaks, even if he didn’t want to. Even when you came a few minutes after closing, when Shouto had locked the front door, seeing you repeatedly knock on the glass until he opened it for you did something to his heart.

So, on one night, when the store had been closed for just a moment, he wasn’t surprised to see you tapping on the glass door, a paper bag hanging off your arm.

“Couldn’t you have dropped off your groceries before you came in?” He asked, letting you walk in.

You didn’t respond immediately, opting to first put the bag down first before pointing an accusatory finger at the man. “You.”

He blinked, pointing to himself. “Me?”

You nodded, an angry little pout on your face, one that made him have to hold back his laughter, “When’s the last time you ate?”

“The last time I ate?”

Huffing, you took a step closer poking his chest with your index finger. “Quit repeating me! You didn’t come with me for lunch because you wanted to get some work done, and a little blonde haired porcupine told me that you haven’t moved from the counter all day,”

Shouto coughed, masking his laugh, “Katsuki’s going to hate that name,”

“You think I care about what he thinks?” You spoke, a small smile threatening to form, “Now c’mon, you can finish cleaning up later, we’re going upstairs and I’m going to make sure that you eat,”

Without even waiting for him, you turned on your heel, grabbing your bag and heading up the stairs. Shouto waited just a moment longer, watching as you disappeared from view. Though you two had eaten together many times before, this time, it felt different. Perhaps it was the fact that you were about to see his home, or the fact that it was dinner. Whatever it was, he was more nervous about eating now than he had been before.

Slowly, he followed you up to the stairs to his apartment, unlocking the door for you and shutting it closed. As you made your way to the kitchen, going on about something that happened at work, he couldn’t shake the feeling of how stupidly domestic all of this felt. It seemed almost normal, how lively the place felt when you were in it. He rather enjoyed the way you waltzed right into his home, as if it were the millionth time you’d walk through those doors. For the first time in a while, the place felt like home.

Looking over your shoulder, you found Shouto staring at you with a fond look in his eyes, so tender that it made your heart do flips and the butterflies in your stomach start to flutter. Cocking an eyebrow, you placed a hand on your hip.

“Aren’t you coming?”

Your voice had pulled him away from his thoughts, and a light pink flush grew on his cheeks. Heading towards the kitchen, he sighed, “Don’t count on me to be any help, though. I’m not the best in the kitchen,”

Setting down your bag, you hummed, pulling out the ingredients to make pasta. “How bad can you be? You’re still alive well into your twenties,”

“I live on instant soba.”

Slowly, you turned your head to look at the man, an unamused glint in your eye. When you saw no signs of him joking, you spoke up, “Okay, let me rephrase my previous statement: I have no idea how you’re still alive,”

He shrugged his shoulders, helping you pull out the rest of your groceries. “Spite,”

With that, you spent a majority of the time teaching him how to at least make a simple pasta recipe. While it wasn’t the healthiest thing up your sleeve, it was at least better than eating instant soba for a month straight. Once your dinner was finished, the two of you went to sit on the couch, where he promptly apologized for his lack of furniture.

“I don’t usually have people come over, so there was no need to have a dining table, or any other unnecessary furniture,” He said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Figures. You seem like a homebody,”

The look he gave you nearly made you choke on your noodles.

The two of you continued to chat long into the night, and way after the two of you had finished your meals. You talked about anything and everything, from silly, light hearted topics like the newly turned adult who came into your shop the other day, looking to get an obnoxious tattoo, or when Shouto overheard some old lady talking about how she’d like to “jump his bones,” to the more deep topics, like his relationship with father, how he wanted him to take over his business, or how Denki was your only friend growing up, since you were often looked over, and that’s why he was your only employee at the moment.

“You know,” You spoke when the conversation seemed to die down, “When I first came in to introduce myself, it wasn’t my first time in your shop,”

“Really?”

You nodded, an embarrassed giggle coming from your lips. “Yeah, I came in about a year ago, just browsing around,” Slyly, you eyed him up, “You could say that I came for the flowers but stayed for the florist,”

He snorted, leaning back against the couch. “Stop,”

“What? Don’t pretend that you don’t enjoy my flirting,”

“I’m not pretending,”

Shoving his shoulder, you let out a loud laugh, enjoying the way his eyes crinkled at the side.

By the time that either of you checked the time, it was nearing midnight.

“Oh God,” You exclaimed, standing up from the couch and brushing off your thighs, “Sorry to keep you up so long, I should probably get going,”

Before you could even shuffle over to the door, a hand on your wrist stopped you. Looking back at Shouto, you gave him a questioning look.

“You should stay here,” He started, before hastily adding, “It’s late, and I don’t want you to walk by yourself. You could take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch,”

You bit your lip, clearly thinking about your options. He smiled, squeezing your wrist gently, just enough for your attention to fall back on him. “I don’t mind, it’d make me feel better to know that you were safe,”

Not wanting to ruin the moment, you mindlessly nodded your head. As his hand let go of your wrist, you stepped closer, pressing a kiss to his cheek before you could even think twice about it. As you pulled away, you turned straight towards the bedroom, letting out a short “good night, sunflower” as you walked away.

Raising a hand to touch his cheek, he watched wordlessly as you disappeared. Feeling an embarrassingly large smile come onto his face, he covered his face with his hands. Peeking through his fingers, he let out a noise of content.

“Good night, (Y/N),”

After you spent the night, things only seemed to grow more flirtatious between the two of you. Your comments, while at first could be equated to a kindergartener’s version of flirting, had now become full blown pick up lines that would leave Shouto flustered. Even though he’d tell you how much he hated it, he secretly thrived off of the comments you made. Though, his favorite comments of yours were when you genuinely complimented him. Whether it be about how pretty you thought his bouquet looked, or how pretty he looked, you could always find a way to make him feel like a teenage boy.

Whenever you’d smile at him, or laugh at something he said, he would always feel his heart rate spike, and his face would start to mirror yours. He remembered the first time you saw him actually laugh, the way your face softened. Such a look of tenderness had both excited him and terrified him at the same time. If he were to be completely honest, every aspect of you terrified him. He was scared that one day, you’d realize how he’s not worth the trouble, how you could find someone much better than him. Both of these being ridiculous thoughts to him, seeing as how he hadn’t even confessed to you. At the same time, though, a selfish part of him wanted to hold onto you for as long as he could, and he refused to simply let you go.

However, sometimes things don’t go your way, and you end up pushing those who you care about the most, away.

Thursday. What should’ve been a rather uneventful day turned out to be Shouto’s living nightmare. First off, he’d received a phone call from his father, with the usual disappointed tone and questioning of when he was going to sell the shop and come to work for him, how this wasn’t how he raised him to be, all of the usual nonsense his father would spew. But, for some reason, those biting words seemed to have an effect on him today, and it had already sent Shouto down a negative path.

His time in the shop wasn’t much better either. At first, the day had been calm, with only a few customers coming in. However, just as soon as noon came around, when he’d usually close shop for a few hours to get lunch with you, a whole wave of annoying, demanding customers had come in. At first it was a group of obnoxious teenagers who thought it’d be fun to mess around in his store, which, in turn, had to have been the least annoying group he had. The next group was an entire bridal party who all had contrasting opinions on what flowers should be used, what colors, and even how they should be arranged, all of which gave Shouto a massive headache. By the time that the bridal party had left, it was already the busiest time of day for him, and he didn’t get to even stop for a breath until it was closing time.

As he was sweeping up, doing his best to contain all of the day’s pent up frustration, you walked in. You were a little saddened at the lack of reaction from the florist, but didn’t let it deter you as you walked over to where he was sweeping, moving to pull the man into a hug.

“Hey, Mr. Sunflower, you’ve been busy today,” You teased, eyebrows furrowing just slightly when he didn’t return your affectionate gesture, “I didn’t even get to see your gorgeous face the entire day,”

He didn’t respond to your flirting, only pulling himself away from your grasp and continuing to clean up. A small frown tugged at the corners of your lips, and you couldn’t help but worry about him. Walking alongside him, you refrained from touching him, but you leaned forward slightly, wanting to catch a glimpse of his face.

“Mr. Sunflower, are you doing alright?” You asked, and when you noticed that he tensed at your voice, you reached a hand out to him, “Shouto, what’s wrong—“

“You know, you can be really annoying,”

You froze in place, surprised by the sudden hostility. It had been quite a while since you’d last heard him speak to you like that. “Excuse me?”

He whipped his body around to face you, everything about his posture practically screaming with fury. “Normally when someone ignores a person, the other one gives up and leaves, but you don’t seem to get that. No, because even when I make it very obvious that I don’t want to talk to you, you seem to have the mindset of a stubborn child who won’t take no for an answer. I’ve told you multiple times that my name isn’t ‘Mr. Sunflower’ and I feel that you should’ve gotten the hint that I don’t like your company,”

Shouto wasn’t really sure what was coming out of his mouth, but at your shocked expression, he could tell that it wasn’t kind. Still, even though you were hurt by what he said, you stood your ground, crossing your arms.

“Shouto, why are you so upset? What happened?”

He let out a loud sigh, rolling his eyes. “Have you ever stopped to think that you’re what’s making my mood sour? I’ve been doing fairly well until you showed up,”

It was a lie, but for some reason, in his anger clouded mind, he wanted his words to hurt.

You didn’t seem upset, though, only unamused by his actions. “So you’re saying that all of this is because I just walked in here and said ‘hello?’”

“Well, I was doing fine without you,”

Your eyes darkened, and for the first time, Shouto saw your face shift from the usual happy-go-lucky persona into something more serious, more guarded. Before Shouto could even think to say anything else to make it worse, you took a step away from him, not wanting to deal with this any longer.

“Fine,” You spoke, no emotion in your voice, “If I bother you so much, then you don’t have to worry about that anymore. I’m not just going to stand here and be your verbal punching bag just because you had a bad day.”

With that, you turned on your heel, promptly exiting his shop and heading back to your apartment. As you left, a part of Shouto felt bad, really bad. He knew what he said was wrong, and he knew that he shouldn’t have taken it out on you. However, still reeling from his outburst, he didn’t bother trying to chase you down, nor did he listen to his conscience telling him to apologize. No, instead he continued to clean up, only stopping when the floor was entirely spotless and his arms and back ached from all of the movement.

Locking the front door, he stomped up the stairs, not bothering to change out of his clothes as he flopped onto his bed, willing himself to fall asleep and be done with the day. As he faded out of consciousness, the last thought on his mind was your shocked face when he hurled insult after insult at you, and he could feel his heart sink to his stomach.

The next morning, when he woke up in a significantly better mood, he hurriedly got ready for the day, messily pulling his clothes on while brushing his teeth. Once he felt that he looked somewhat presentable, he ran down the stairs to the shop, not even turning the “open” sign as he shoved his way through the door. Jogging over to your shop, he steeled his nerves as he opened the door, only to find himself face to face with Denki, whom, upon seeing Shouto’s familiar red and white head of hair, gave him an amused look.

“Anything I can help you with?” The blonde asked, his arms crossed against his chest.

“Where’s (Y/N)?”

Denki smiled once more, though upon closer inspection, there was no warmth behind it. “Why would I tell you that? After you so nicely told her to fuck off?”

Shouto winced at that. He knew that he’d been unnecessarily cruel, but he wanted to at least try and make things right. So, rather than coldly telling off your only employee, he bit his tongue.

“I know I messed up. I shouldn’t have been so rude,” He paused as the other man scoffed, muttering something under his breath, “But I’m not used to dealing with these feelings, and I want to apologize. It’s the least she deserves,”

Denki eyed him up for a while, a silent war brewing in his head. He knew that you told him to not be too rude to Shouto, that you understood that there was something bothering him, but that didn’t make his outburst any less inappropriate. He knew that you were too nice for your own good sometimes, and even though he wanted so desperately to yell at the man in front of him, he also knew from the look on Shouto’s face that he seemed genuinely remorseful. So, he sighed, pretending to inspect something on his nail.

“She’s not here,” He started, and, deciding to play with the man a little, he continued, “Try tomorrow,”

So, Shouto did just that. For a week straight, Shouto would come back to your shop, in hopes of talking to you, apologizing for what he said. But, every single day, he’d find out that you weren’t there, and Denki would tell him that he should try the next day. After the fourth day, he wondered if you were avoiding him, though he understood if you were. Though he wondered if he should just take the hint and leave you alone, since it seemed as though it were the case.

Nevertheless, Shouto still came in everyday, in hopes that he’d catch a glimpse of you, and, two weeks after your initial fight, he finally saw you.

It was towards the end of the day, when Shouto was just about to close when you noticed you pushing your front doors open, hoping to get some air circulation. Without thinking, Shouto quickly went to reach for whatever flowers were left for the day, not wanting to go empty-handed. Grabbing a few stems of sunflowers and a couple red tulips, he quickly made what had to have been one of the most bright, atrocious looking flower arrangements in his entire career, and ran out his door, only taking a pause before entering. Once he managed to gain enough courage, he walked through to your shop, immediately greeted with your laughing figure, and Denki’s eyes landing on him, and the scene almost felt nostalgic. At first, the other man’s eyes widened just a bit, shock apparent on his face. However, his face quickly morphed into one of amusement, slapping your back as he whispered something to you before heading towards the door, getting ready to leave.

“Hey, Denki! Am I just supposed to close up all by myself—“ You cut yourself off once you saw Shouto standing at the front, a nervous look on his face.

Moving out from the counter, you stood in front of the man in question. “Todoroki? What are you doing here?”

Trying to mask his surprise at the use of his last name, he instead thrusted the flowers in front of him, signaling for you to take them. “I’ve been wanting to apologize for a couple weeks, but every time I came in, you weren’t here,”

Cautiously, you took the flowers, stroking one of the petals. Looking back up at him, your brows furrowed, confusion written all over your face. “I’ve been back at home, didn’t Denki tell you?”

He stared at you for a moment, no emotions crossing his face as he planned a way to get back at the man. As soon as you sighed, he was pulled away from his thoughts, instead focusing on your expressions, trying to figure out what you were feeling.

“So,” You started, trying to brighten the mood, “I wasn’t good enough for the fresh flowers?”

That only seemed to make it worse, as Shouto’s face fell, his hands wringing together. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were here, but when I saw you outside I just wanted to talk to you as soon as I could, but I didn’t want to leave empty-handed, and I know you like—“

“Todoroki,” You interrupted, reaching a hand out to rest on his arm, before hesitating and pulling away, “I was just teasing. I didn’t mean to make you nervous,”

“Please don’t call me ‘Todoroki,’”

“Ah, sorry, I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to call you by your first name—“

“Call me ‘Mr. Sunflower,’ your ‘grumpy flower man,’ or any other ridiculous name you come up with,” He spoke, his own hands reaching out for your free one, “I’m sorry that I was so rude when you came in that day. I was having a bad day, and everything was just piling up, so I just took it out on you. It wasn’t fair, I know, and I should’ve just told you then that I wasn’t feeling okay.

I’ve just never really had anyone care about me like you, so when you kept pushing, asking me what was wrong, I didn’t like how it made me feel, so I wanted to push you away before anything could happen,”

Frowning, you squeezed his hand. Tugging him towards your counter, you gently set the flowers to the side before hopping up into a seated position, making yourself eye level with him. Softly squeezing his cheeks in-between your hands, you pulled his face closer to yours.

“How do I make you feel? Uncomfortable?”

When he shook his head, you hummed, about to pull away before his hands moved to grip yours, holding them against his face. “Annoyed?”

“Not typically,”

“Scared? Upset? I can’t read your mind—“

“Excited,” He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, “Nervous, happy, I don’t know how to explain it. You make me feel both like I’m the most fortunate and unfortunate man in the world, and I don’t know what to do about it,”

You felt your breath catch, your heart rate begin to rise. Letting your hands fall from his face to rest on his shoulders, you gave him a kind smile, one, you hoped, showed him that you felt the exact same way.

“Well, should I be the first to confess, then?” You playfully sighed, sheepishly smiling when you noticed his face fall ever so slightly, “Sorry, I don’t think I’ve grown out of the kindergarten phase just yet.”

Pressing a kiss to his left cheek, just below his scar, you let yourself enjoy the way he tensed beneath you. Once you pulled away, you grinned. “I like you,”

“Really?” He asked lamely, and he reveled in your giggle that came next.

Nodding your head, you pulled him in closer, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Yeah, for some reason I’m really into emotionally stunted men. It’s truly my most toxic trait,”

At the deadpan look he gave you, you let out a cackle, slapping the back of his neck gently. “I’m kidding. My type is the secretly soft florist who works in the building next door. Know him?”

Scoffing, he playfully rolled his eyes, his arms wrapping around your waist. He enjoyed your little yelp as he pulled you in even closer, his hands rest dangerously close to your ass.

“Yeah? Well, let me tell you a secret,”

Pressing a kiss to your lips, he allowed himself to be overtaken by the very emotions he thought were troublesome. Pulling away, he realized that he quite liked the breathless look you gave him.

“I think he likes you too,”

#todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki shouto #shoto todoroki #todoroki shoto #bnha #mha #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bnha x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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Venomous

Summary: Desire comes with teeth and unfortunately for you, desire comes in the form of the Villain Eraserhead, an injection of aphrodisiacs and questions about your hero comrades. “Step into my parlour.” said the spider to the fly.

NSFT

Kinks: Bondage, Sexual Torture, Aphrodisiacs, Breath Play, Master/Slave dynamic (slightly) and DUBCON. (seriously, dubcon, if you don’t like don’t read)

Word count: 1710

Note: This really just came about from a thirst idea I dropped in the BNHA server I’m in. This was rolled out in like the course of an hour and a half so it was very impromptu. Hope you enjoy!

Tagging: @animewh0re, @marilla-eldriana, @red-riot-girl642, @mari-writes-smut, @heyybrittannia

Villain!Aizawa x Fem!ProHero!Reader

"Come on, hero, you know what I want." He drawled to you, slouching back in his chair as he eyed you languidly, "Just give me the information and I can give you some relief."

The mere sound of his voice alone was enough to intensify the liquid heat pooling in your loins. Dark eyes scorched across your skin, carefully watching you squirm in his capture weapon. And his capture weapon was the only scrap of clothing you had on you, every inch of you splayed out for his eyes. Your legs trapped in a frog tie, weeping pussy wide open for him. The sight of him dragging his tongue over his lower lip made your breath hitch in your chest. Pumped full of an aphrodisiac, every part of you ached and he knew it.

"I'm not telling you anything-!" you hissed through gritted teeth.

His smirk was languid but confident, "You will though. Kitten, I can keep you like this for hours if I wanted. Do you think you can last that long?"

"Someone will come eventually." You bite out.

"Eventually, maybe..."

Eraserhead climbed to his feet, sauntering over to your bound form. The sight of his powerful presence looming over you made your aching, empty pussy clench. Fuck this was bad. Cocky smirk widening, he swept his dark and burning eyes over your frame. You renewed your struggles, straining to get out of the capture weapon but it just wouldn't budge. HIs chuckle stirred your overwhelming arousal. Your need. Desperately you tried to ignore how wet you were, how ready you were to be fucked.

"But eventually is not fast enough for you. Look at yourself. You're absolutely soaked and I haven't even touched you yet."

You needed him to touch you. You needed it so damn bad. Trembling limbs was his response, a needy whimper caught in the back of your throat. When he finally touched you, it was a light brush of a single finger up your wet slit and it pulled a positively lewd moan from your needy mouth. Aizawa studied his finger in the light, watching your arousal gleam before he brought it up to his mouth to taste. The sight made you whimper again.

"Fuck." He hissed, "I might just need more than a taste of you, hero."

"Please...!" was your breathy whine, "I don't know anything, I'm just a healer!"

You felt the capture weapon squeeze tighter around you, making you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Aizawa's cock, already standing at attention, hardened and twitched at the sound. More. He wanted to hear you beg more for him. The sight of a helpless little hero, powerless in his grasp set his own blood on fire.

"You are a healer, that's true." He carefully stroked a single finger up your slit again, relishing in your needy cry, "But you have to know where they move next in order to help. I've seen you, Kitten. You've gone out into the field. Now tell me what you know about their next move."

A plaintive whine escaped you, "I don't knoooow! I never know until they are ready to move! No one's told me anything!"

You tried to buck your hips but the frogtie and lack of friction made it so you gained no relief. Whimpering, needy and a mess of trembling limbs you squirmed. God it felt like you had been fucked in years, all cresting into one intense feeling of raw, unadulterated desire. It was uncomfortably hot and you thought you would combust in your own skin.

"Hmmm if you really don't know anything then why should I give you relief? You've given me nothing." A sinister smirk twitched on his lips, "Maybe I should just leave you here for your heroes to find you. They'd find you here, dripping for me, left aching for my villain cock. What would they think of you then?"

Hot shame coursed through you at his words. And unfortunately for you, it also sent a powerful bolt of arousal right at your core. The thought of your comrades finding you bare, dripping and tied up on a table in an abandoned bar filled you with dread and excitement all at once. You felt your cheeks burn at the thought, pussy clenching as your head lolled back. Aizawa palmed his length through his pants at the sight.

"So if you don't have any information to give me, beg me. Beg to have my cock in you, little hero. If you beg nice enough I might give it to you."

You had planned to resist. Truly you had. But Eraserhead pressed the pad of his thumb to your clit in slow, torturous circles. It nearly made you orgasm on the spot because of the pent up, raw need in you.

"P-Please! Please give me your cock!"

He lightened the pressure on your clit just so, driving you mad. Helplessly you bucked, seeking the friction to guide you to release. Seeing you so powerless and needy set him growling, a powerful shudder rocketing down your spine.

"Is that the best you have?" he asked you, his voice taking on a gravelly edge, "That didn't sound very convincing."

"Shouta~! Please! Please, Please fuck me! I need to cum!"

"How bad do you need to cum?" his eyes hooded as he stared down at you, "Call me your Master. And then I'll believe you."

"Master!" you wailed without hesitation, his thumb still tormenting your swollen clit, "Please let me cum!"

"Fuck-!"

Based on the outline of his rock hard dick in his pants, you had thought he was going to fuck you then and there. But you were in for a surprise when he leaned over the table and dropped his raven head between your legs. White spots burst before your eyes when he dragged his tongue up your weeping slit, gathering up your arousal. The taste made him groan against you, the vibrations intensifying your pleasure to astronomical levels. Blinding white heat burst through you as he suckled on your clit, drawing out a loud cry from your throat.

"Does that feel good, Kitten?" he growled out, nipping at your inner thigh, "Do you want more?"

"Ah~! Yes! God, Shouta, yes!"

"I'm going to ruin you." He lapped again at your dripping heat, "I'm going to leave you a pretty little mess for the heroes to find. A little needy slut like you would like that, wouldn't you?" Aizawa didn't wait for your answer, suckling once more on your sensitized pearl. The sensation was enough to send you over the edge, bucking wildly as you came right into his mouth. The villain lapped and sucked, enjoying every drop that you had to give him, pulling back when you fell limp in your bindings.

You yelped when he pulled you roughly to the edge of the table. Wide-eyed shock was sprawled across your face, your mouth gaping open as he roughly pushed down his pants. A thick, hard length sprung free, slapping up against his abdomen. At your stare, Shouta gave you a wicked grin.

"You didn't think I was done with you, did you?" He chuckled then, "No, little hero, I want more from you."

After all of the attention and the aphrodisiac, your entrance was aching and slick so when he thrust into you, he was able to easily sheath his length in your dripping want. The answering moan was obscene and you clenched around him. The villain cursed under his breath before setting a brutal pace. Flesh slapping filled the warehouse along with your promiscuous moans and his grunts. Crafty fingers reached up and toyed with your nipples, rocketing more desire into your core. Everything was already tightening up again, the aphrodisiac still pumping strong in your veins.

"Ah~! Fuck! Shouta! Please!"

He reached up and clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling your voice to a quiet but needy moan. His other hand left your breasts and braced against the table as he continued to thrust into you.

"I didn't say you could talk."

Your muffled whine made his cock twitch. You bucked and squirmed, seeking your next release which only fueled Eraserhead even further. Deciding he wanted to torment you further, he pinched your nose shut, still firmly sealing off your mouth. The abrupt loss of breath was both frightening and electrifying. Shouta rutted into you and only released his hold on your nose once you started to squirm. With your mouth still clamped closed, you could only pant hard, nostrils flaring to gain more oxygen as he continued his pace.

The coil of pleasure within you finally snapped and you came a second time, screaming into his palm. Eraserhead hissed and pulled out abruptly. Bursts of sticky, white cum landed on your breasts and stomach, the villain over you groaning in relief. Panting he straightened before chuckling, running his hands through his mussed, black hair.

"Good girl." He pulled out a roll of duct tape then, "Now sit real still."

Aizawa made quick work of replacing all of the spots you had been secured with his capture weapon with the duck tape instead. Already you could feel your desire heating up again. Damn aphrodisiac! You thought he was done and that he planned to leave then. You were wrong.

"I think I'll leave you here for your heroes to find. But, I'll let you have a parting gift." he rustled around in his discarded pants before producing a small egg shaped object. Your mouth went try. "I came prepared just for you, Kitten. It will be something to remember me by."

With a click of the discrete button on the top it buzzed to life. He pressed it against your clit, your eyes going wide at the sensation. Eraserhead used the tape to help hold it in place on your aching clit, your hips already thrusting again to seek relief. You heard a familiar click before you opened your eyes to see him putting away his phone, a wide and wicked smirk on his face.

"Just something for me to remember you by. Tell your heroes I said hi."

He left you there, whining and bucking against the vibrator, helpless until someone found you.

#BNHA #BNHA smut #NSFT #Villain!Aizawa #Villain!Aizawa x Reader #Aizawa x reader #tw: dubcon #my writing

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