#Anxious Toshinori Yagi

[allmightluver]

Hi. It has been a minute, so now. I am going to put a scenario into your askbox. Toshinori and our dear reader are just in his house and sitting on the couch and watching a movie, then he does the arm thing, you know, the thing guys do when they throw their arm over the couch behind you, and reader turn to look at him, and the moment is just perfect, and then it leads to kissing on his couch.

Aww. This situation is adorable ^^

I honestly think Toshinori would be more of a "am I even allowed to touch you?" type person. Like he almost needs permission to do so. Or he starts really slow. Like after a few dates he just subtly slides his hand over to yours when you're not looking. Sweating bullets and terrified he's going to be caught, he slowly puts a finger over yours, gauging your reaction. If there's nothing negative, he'd try to hook one of your fingers with his, and slowly the process would continue until his hand finally covers yours. Because h*lding h*nds is a huge step in his book.

Of course, if you take the initiative and immediately respond to hold his, he'd probably be more grateful but goodness he'd be a blushing and stuttering mess.

I can see him doing your scenario while watching a movie that's doing the same, that way it can act like he's just mimicking it in humor. Then things would start to build from there. So cute.

I feel like Toshinori would find k*ssing even more an intimate gesture. Which it obviously is, but like most people in relationships who easily start kissing very soon, he'd be one that would shy away. Like way too nervous and maybe a bit old fashioned. That being saving k*sses and even fond innocent touches for later in the relationship. Respecting the other's space, and to a point also hoping it to be reciprocal.

He'd have a problem with someone coming right out and touching him, even if not in an intimate way. Yes, he's severely touch starved, but he's also used to be so. A sudden and unexpected touch may trigger his PTSD. Plus, given his low self-esteem about his body he'd prefer your time together be on other things. He'd need time to really open up and build trust in order to really feel comfortable with such things. Make sure you're not going to be disgusted and recoil at his skeletal features. That would break him. But once he's comfortable with you he'd be leaning into every caress and wanting to touch you or be in close contact as much as possible.

My personal thoughts are that he never really had time to entertain romantic feelings or actions given he was constantly busy. Like the man's probably never even kissed before, so the topic would be nerve racking from inexperience. Plus, he'd probably be a terrible kisser at first. And as far as kissing goes, he'd be nervous you may taste the blood that often lingers in his mouth. Or that he'd ruin the moment by getting too excited or having a sudden coughing fit that could end in you being polka dotted.

[socially-anxious-wizard]

Happy Pride from Izuku and friends!! Everyone else is off screen throwing rocks at cops.

[seagreenstardust]

DAD MIGHT DAD MIGHT DAD MIGHT DAD MIGHT

Listen for all intents and purposes Izuku doesn’t have a dad and All Might stepping in and filling that role for him is so important to me, especially telling Izuku he’s proud of him. I think MHA is my favorite subversion of the Your Mentor Must Die trope because Toshinori decides he has to live because Izuku needs him and then he just does it. Like a boss. This is how you show up for a child!!!

And on the flip side Mitsuki Bakugo repeatedly hitting her son in front of his teachers?!! I don’t know how I never noticed that before but yeesh. I figured there was some verbal and emotional abuse from that scene but apparently I was never fully watching because yeah, she full-on hits her kid :/ and his dad just sits there and let’s it happen??!?

I am having FEELINGS about bkdk parents today I guess

[cogentsummoner]

33 for the kiss prompt! 🥰

33. An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

Toshinori's still half asleep when he trudges into the kitchen of the teacher dorms. It's early- the two of you are the earliest birds of the UA staff, and often end up watching the sunrise together. It's one of Toshinori's favorite parts of the day, and something he always looks forward to.

He'd had a sweet dream, though he can't remember much about it. Still, it leaves him buzzing with affection and warmth as he spots you and quietly calls out your name, sleepy smile on his face.

"Good morning, Toshi," you reply happily. You're cooking breakfast at the stove, and he can already see that you've set out two sets of dishes. "Did you sleep w-"

He cuts you off by gently tilting your head up, and leaning down to press a soft kiss to your mouth. It's quick, and chaste, but unmistakably loving and affectionate. It's a good morning kiss.

It's only after he turns to fish the milk out of the fridge that he remembers: the two of you aren't together.

Oh. Oh, that's right. The dream had been- it'd been-

It'd been about you. Scenes of charming domesticity, a togetherness and peace that Toshi had never really known. It'd felt so real, he hadn't realized that... it wasn't.

The milk slips out of his hands.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry-" he's repeating his apologies over and over as the two of you scramble with paper towels to mop up the mess. "I'm sorry, I-I'll get the mop, I'm so sorry, that was so inappropriate of me-"

"Toshi!" you say, cutting through his anxious rambling. "One thing at a time, go get the mop."

Once the milk has been mopped up, the two of you sit at the kitchen table together, eating your slightly burnt eggs. Toshinori wishes he were just about anywhere else at the moment- anywhere except here, about to have this conversation with you.

"Did you kiss me because you have feelings for me?" you ask, cutting straight to the heart of the matter as always.

What is he supposed to say? Yes, I've been madly in love with you for months, thank you for noticing? I've been pining after you for so long but I couldn't possibly confess now, now that I've lost even the embers of One for All- now that I'm just Yagi Toshinori?

No. No, he couldn't possibly say any of that.

"I... I had a dream," he says instead. "It... was about us. We were... together- not in a sexual way! We were just- together. And when I woke up, I didn't realize..."

You stare at him for a long moment, and Toshi can feel sweat start to gather on his palms.

"That's not what I asked," you reply bluntly, and he flinches. Of course you'd see right through his sidestep of the question. "Do you want to be together?"

He can feel his heart pounding in his chest.

"Toshi," you continue, voice notably softer. "Please just be honest with me."

There's only one answer he can give. "Yes," he whispers, terrified. "Yes, I do."

"Good," you say, scooching your chair closer to his, and gently guiding his face to look at you, before you kiss him soundly on the lips.

prompt list / accepting

[actuallysaiyan]

The Rain(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Hero!Reader)

warnings: AU, pre-Izuku All Might, scars, angst, fluff, smut, mentions of teacher-student relationships, age gap, unprotected sex, mentions of anxiety, love confessions, size kink, All Might in both forms, reader is All Might's former mentee, suggestive themes word count: 3k!! pairings: All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Hero!Reader summary: while out trying to run errands, Toshinori becomes anxious and nearly succumbs to a panic attack...then you are there to help him! when you get home, it turns into a full blown love confession. a/n: big thanks to @cherryblossombankai! Tagging: @pixelcafe-network and dividers by @adornedwithlight

The rain drizzled from the sky. Toshinori sighs as he feels another fatigue attack coming along. He wasn’t sure if it was his anxiety working its way through his system or was it the lack of breakfast he had today, but the way he was feeling was telling him he was going to run out of stamina and soon. He wouldn’t be able to manage to get home.

Nevermind getting home, he wouldn’t be able to manage to get down the street from here. He tried to hide himself, ducking into an alleyway as his breath was getting more and more shallow. He folds in half, clutching the old scar that would never allow him to be normal again. His blond tresses brush against the cold, brick wall as he leans against the building. It’s not long before he’s coughing up some blood, and he curses himself for not having any tissues on him. Toshinori feels cold, defeated and depressed.

‘I used to be the number one hero. I used to be somebody. I could go for days without needing rest…’ He thinks pitifully to himself.

And then, there in the opening of the alleway, a familiar face appears. Your heart stops for a moment when you see your former mentor sitting on the cold, dirty ground. You rush over to him, kneeling down to get a better look at him.

“A-All Might?” You ask, wondering if he even recognizes you right now.

He smiles weakly. “I don’t think I deserve to hear that name coming from your lips.”

You’re quick to dig in your purse for a tissue. You wipe away the blood on his lips, then you press your hand on his forehead. He was running a low fever, and by the look on his face, you could tell he was very fatigued. There’s shame written all over his face.

Toshinori can’t stop thinking about how old he feels and how useless he feels right now. Especially considering it had been a few years since the two of you had actually seen each other in person. You knew about his true form, but seeing him in such a state hurts your heart more than anything.

“Do you need help?” You finally offer, not wanting to hurt his pride.

He nods. “Y-yeah…I’d like that.”

Gently you pick him up and carry him bridal style. Something about being the one carried makes him feel warm inside, despite the blush creeping up on his cheeks. It was a little embarrassing right now, but he was feeling too weak to even really care. He nuzzles against your chest as you make your way down the street to your apartment.

Once inside the comforts of your place, Toshinori feels a little more at ease. You sit him on the couch, removing his wet jacket and hanging it up so it can dry. In the kitchen, you rustle up your kettle to boil water for some tea.

Then you sit down next to him. He’s still shivering, even when you give him the steaming mug of tea. ‘I must look so pathetic,’ he thinks to himself. But the way you continue to dote on him makes him feel so adored. He smiles weakly again, but you know he’s trying to put up a front that he’s okay when he’s not.

“It’s been a long time, huh?” You finally cut the silence.

He takes a sip of his tea. “Two years now. But I always see you on the news,”

“Really? Are you really keeping up with the shit I do?”

He groans. “You know it’s not shit. You’re an amazing hero! You save so many, you inspire new generations of heroes.”

“Who do you think I learned it from?”

This causes butterflies to erupt in his tummy. He hasn’t felt this way in so long. He met you when you were in your first year out of UA. You were a bright-eyed young hero, just wanting to show the world that you were here. And boy did you ever make an impression. With your power-type quirk that gives you super strength and super speed, you and All Might were a perfect match.

He was your mentor for years. He watched you grow from that innocent little thing that was so keen on doing the right thing to the beautiful woman you are now. Sure it had been two years since you two had seen one another, but that didn’t stop the bond you already have.

“I suppose you had a good mentor to teach you all those tricks,” Toshinori laughs.

“He was always so good to me…a mentor that could make me feel so many emotions. Even ones I didn’t understand at the time.”

Toshinori notices the way you grow silent all of a sudden. He’s hesitant to reach out and to ask what you mean, but he knows what you’re talking about. Your admiration for the man had bloomed into something even deeper. The good ol’ days when you two would fight crime together are long behind you, but the love you have for him is still very apparent.

“Did you ever…tell this person how you truly feel?” He asks, worried that maybe you’ll never admit it.

You blush and look down at your lap. “I figured he knew.”

There’s a tension building between the two of you. He looks at you with the eyes of a very tired, worn down man. A man who feels like he’s lost everything, and yet here you are, one of the most precious gifts in his life. You’re still here. You saved him from what could have been a nasty panic attack in that alleyway too. He reaches out and caresses your cheek softly.

“What if I told you that your mentor loves you?”

The words sound like they are coming from someone else. You had imagined this moment for so long, only to push it all away the day you and All Might decided to part ways. You wondered if he had ever truly clued in on the crush you had on him, but this was letting you know that it was oh so real.

“He…loves me?” You ask, finally looking up at him.

Toshinori blushes and he takes your hand in his. “I love you.”

There’s a moment of silence before you get closer to him and begin kissing him. It’s soft and sweet at first, but soon turns into something a little hungrier and passionate. You feel like you can’t get enough, even though your lips are pressed to his and you have your hands on his body. You need to breathe him in, hold him until you two become one.

“I love you too,” you whisper against his lips.

His whole body feels warm now, despite the chill he definitely had earlier. His large hands cradle your face. He swipes his thumbs against your cheeks before he kisses you again. It’s so soft, and so delicate. You feel like you’re floating on a cloud. The one thing you had always hoped for was finally coming true.

There’s almost this clarity in his eyes when you pull away. He strokes your cheeks again, a small smile on his face. You can’t hide your own silly grin. A million and one thoughts pass through your mind, but you don’t seem to even know how to process everything. You’re snapped out of it when Toshinori shivers again.

“You need a bath,” you offer. “A warm bath.”

He can’t say no. You take his hands in yours and help him to his feet. He follows you diligently into the bathroom. It’s cozy here. It smells like flowers. Toshinori feels comforted immediately. He remembers when you told him about finding this apartment. It seems like it was only yesterday instead of just last year during a phone call.

You start up the water and begin digging in a cupboard for bath salts and essential oils. The room fills with the soft scent of lavender and jasmine. Toshinori looks at you and he notices you’re beginning to undress. There’s a look on your face; it’s one he knows all too well. The look of being insecure to undress in front of someone.

His eyes widen when you get completely naked. Your body is so beautiful. The skin looks so soft to the touch. But what really catches his eye is the large scar on your chest. It almost mirrors the one on his chest. It’s red in some spots, fading to a purple shiny look]\\. You try to hide it from him, but he approaches you.

“When did…when did this happen?” He asks you, regretting not being there with you whenever this happened.

You look away ashamed, “Not long after we parted ways. I guess I needed All Might more than I figured.”

He pulls you in close, kissing you deeply. Tears roll down your cheeks, but he’s so quick to hush you softly with the sweetest words. He rubs his nose against yours before kissing you so sweetly. 

“You’re so strong,” he comments. “I know you fight with that same flame that lights up my heart.”

You’re swooning now. Who would have thought that Toshinori Yagi would be such a smooth talker? He smiles at you when you look up at him. Then you help take off his clothes, uncovering his own scar.

Both of you sigh happily as you sink into the large tub together. Toshinori pulls you even closer. His hands are itching to get all over you. The warm water makes you feel even more silky smooth to the touch. His lips are right by your ear as he leans in to whisper.

“I should have been there for you,” he admits. “I should have continued to help you grow. You needed me, but I was so foolish to let you go. I thought…I thought I was holding you back.”

You turn to look at him, “I never ever thought you were holding me back. Never ever did I think that, not even once.”

“I just felt like you could have done so much more without me,” he whispers. “But I failed you.”

You finally turn to face him and you straddle his lap. Being this close to you suddenly has his blood rushing down to his groin. Your breasts press against his chest. Toshinori looks at you with his lips parted and his cheeks pink.

“I don’t want to hear you talking so poorly about yourself. You really have no idea how amazing you are, do you?”

He shakes his head, “You give me too much credit.”

Another kiss pressed to his lips. Between more heated kisses, you remind him of his greatness. He wants to deny it, but when it comes from you, it sounds so heavenly. It sounds like the actual truth. Not the same words that fell from so many mouths before you and after you. No, those weren't empty praises from his admirers, but it sounds even better coming from you.

His hands caress your sides slowly; he’s taking his time to savor the feeling of your skin. You smell good too, your own musk melding with the floral scents that cling to the air. It makes the hair on his body stand on end as he keeps leaning in to kiss you.

There’s a deep noise that comes from his throat when he grows hard. His erection presses against your mound, slipping between your moist folds. You gasp at the sudden contact and you look at the man in front of you. There’s a perverted grin on his face.

“This is a new technique,” his voice is gravelly now. “A new technique I never got to teach you.”

One of his hands soothes down your body, stopping only to knead your breasts softly before heading down to your pussy. You let out a cute moan as he begins to stimulate you. All logical thoughts go out the window when he begins to rub your clit in slow circles. You feel his cock prodding against your hole.

“I know you’re strong enough to take this. You’ll be good for me, won’t you?”

Whispers of you promising to be good for him fill the air. He smirks at the way you’re grinding against him. He really pictured this moment so many times, especially when he’d lay awake at night thinking of you. And now, he has you here in his arms. He has you so close and he’s not going to let you go. Never again will he let you go.

Toshinori regains his strength enough to help position you over his throbbing cock. Slowly, you begin to sink down on it. Your mind is swimming as you try to adjust to his very large girth. Never would you have imagined just how good it would feel to finally take him. He presses a kiss to your temple as you lean in to rest against him.

“Relax for me,” he coos. “Please breathe.”

You shudder at his soft words of encouragement. Your whole body feels warm and relaxed as you rest against your lover. The man you’ve loved for so long, finally here to love you in the way you’ve wanted forever. You have to blink back tears as his arms wrap around you and he rubs your back slowly.

“That’s it. You’re taking me so well.” He whispers in your ear. “I knew you could take me.”

You whimper. “Toshi, you’re so big.”

This causes him to smirk again. He knows he’s big. And he knew you’d say something like that to flatter his ego. But it’s purely just you babbling as your mind struggles with the euphoric pleasure that he’s giving you just by pulling you down onto his cock. The minute he bottoms out, you let out a gasp.

Slowly, he begins rocking his hips. Words of praise fill your ears as you try to ride him as well. Toshinori kisses you, making your walls clench around him. He loves the way you’re already so close to your orgasm. He does everything to tease you, pushing you closer to that peak. And when you do cum, it’s explosive. He can see the pleasure all over your features. Your lips part, your body shakes and your eyes roll back. 

“S-shit…” He finally manages to pull you off.

You see the way his cock is throbbing. It’s angry and red and leaking so much precum. In your haze, you reach for it to begin stroking him. Toshinori has to push your hand away as he feels the coil in his stomach tightening.

“N-no…don’t want it to end like this.”

He helps you out of the tub, being the one to lean on this time. Both of you take a while to dry each other off. Toshi sits on the seat nearby and you rub soft lotion all over his skin. You don’t skimp out on the praise and words of love either. Then he takes his turn to rub the lotion on you, treating you to a similar experience.

The sheets are crisp and soft. Toshinori wastes no time pulling you in to kiss you. There’s a new excitement in the air as he grows aroused. Without warning, he shifts into his muscular form. Your eyes widen; you try to take him all in.

“Like what you see?” He inquires, smirking down at you.

“Yes, but I love all of you.”

This nearly brings him to tears. How you could just so easily tear down the walls he’s put up for years is beyond him. But he’s lucky to have you now after not seeing you for so long. Your hands cup his cheeks and you two share a very heated and hungry kiss.

Toshinori bends you into the position he wants you in, and then he uses his cock to rub against your swollen, aching clit. He growls with every twitch and squirm of your body. He’s never seen anything more beautiful than you. With his mind fuzzy with lust, he pushes into you ever so slowly.

“T-Toshi!” You squeal as he finally bottoms out.

Just the sensation of his thicker cock hitting your sweet spot has you arching your back in preparation for another intense orgasm. Toshinori loves the way you look so fucked out already. He should chastise himself for being such a perverted old man, but the way you keep begging for him to fuck you, he knows he’s in the right to make you feel this way.

His thumbs rub against your nipples as he begins to pound you. You can’t even keep up with the amount of pleasure. You’re drenching the sheets below you, leaving a big mess. A few more thrusts has you over the edge, crying out his name like it’s your own personal mantra. Toshinori leans in even closer, kissing you sloppily.

“I’m close,” he pants. “Should I pull out?”

You shake your head, pleading for him to ‘cum inside, please’ which practically makes him blow his load immediately. Loud grunts of your name and a string of curses fall from his lips as he paints your insides white. More and more of it fills you up, and you swear you’ve never seen another man cum this much. When he finally pulls out, he strokes himself a few more times to paint your lower abdomen with a few more shots.

You look up at him, seeing the dark look of lust be replaced with a deep look of love in his eyes. Toshinori kisses you once more before he gets up. You lay there, trying to understand what just happened. When he returns, he cleans you up with a warm washcloth before joining you on the bed. He pulls you to sit in his lap, playing with your hair.

“I hope you know that I’m not letting you go again,” he whispers. “You’re stuck with me.”

He spreads your thighs, letting his half-hard cock rest against your mound. There’s a deep growl that rumbles from him as he nips at your neck.

“All mine now.”

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[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 7 - The Truth About Pro Hero Deku.

Summary: Deku introduces his girlfriend to his family. Y/N teases Inko and All Might about their “relationship”. Izuku.exe has stopped working after Inko’s answer. Also, Izuku tells Y/N his biggest secret.

Warnings: Swear words

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“Izuku, you need to come home more often!” Inko gives up on hiding and joins the group hug. You can’t miss All Might’s fond smile as one of Inko’s arms snake around him while she pats Izuku’s back with the other.

Izuku might not have his blood father in his life but Izuku clearly grew up in the most loving family anyway. Izuku talked a lot about his past in the interviews; about their financial struggles, his mom’s torturous work routine, about how they googled “how to shave” together on YouTube to learn how to do that stuff because neither of them had anyone in their lives who was nice enough to show Izuku how to shave without cutting himself. They lived a lonely life until Izuku joined UA; it was only him and his mother until All Might took Izuku under his wing. Everything had changed after Izuku made his first proper friends; the house got more lively when his mates came around and Inko smiled more as well, finally able to concentrate on work without feeling like he’s neglecting the only important person in her life for some spare money.

“I genuinely couldn’t. Ask Sweet Pea, if you don’t believe me!” Izuku retorts, his eyes teary from happiness as he looks back at you.

“The boy speaks the truth, madam.” You bow in front of Inko with a cheeky smile on your face.

“Talking about the truth…” Izuku walks to your side, clearly anxious. Oh god, this is it… “I would like you two to meet… the woman I’ll marry one day. Treat her well.”

You choke on your saliva just as Izuku puts his arms around your middle to pull you closer.

Marriage?! Already?! Not like you would mind to change your name to Midoriya… oh my god, Y/N Midoriya, shut the front door, that sounds gorgeous. Then after marriage, you could have a kid, a little baby with green curls and pretty freckles and your eye color… or would it be your hair and his eye color? Nah, you want the green curls to be passed on for sure. And the freckles. Oh my god, those freckles.

“Stop fangirling.” Izuku murmurs into your ear with a shit eating grin on his face; his voice is low and extremely enticing, too quiet for the others to hear but loud enough for you to get goosebumps on your arms.

“Does that mean…” Inko looks five seconds away from crying, probably less, so All Might puts his arms around the woman’s shoulders.

“I think you are meeting your future Daughter-in-law, Midoriya-san.” He murmurs happily, clearly not surprised by the revelation. You have a feeling these two talked about you quite a lot already.

“This is the best present you could have given to your mother, thank you.”

Inko cries like a baby for at least an hour before she finally calms down and goes into the kitchen to prepare some food for lunch. Toshinori-San asks her if she needs any help but he gets shushed right away.

“Enjoy yourself, Yagi. You haven’t seen the boy for ages.”

Clearly, “Yagi” isn’t used to hearing his own first name from the woman’s mouth yet; his whole face reddens as he nods shyly, rendered speechless for the next few seconds.

“Uhm, I don’t mean to be the person who asks this as I’m not technically the part of the family yet, but… you and Inko, hmm?”

Izuku almost chokes on his water while Toshinori looks really close to throwing up by the way he pales completely after you finish your sentence.

“I… I think you miss… understand the situation. We share a house, just like you two… wait, that’s a really bad example, isn’t it? Oh my, I’m making this worse.”

“Sweet Pea, you can’t seriously think All Might and mom…”

“All Might and mom what?” Inko comes out from the kitchen, scaring the living shit out of Toshinori. You swear you can see his soul leaving his body for half a second.

“I was just wondering if you and Toshinori-san are… well… in the same situation as Izuku and I? Sorry if I’m being too straightforward, but…”

“Oh, don’t be silly, Sweet Pea!” Inko waves you off with a light blush on her face. If you see disappointment on All Might’s face you don’t comment on it. “My house was finally full of laughter and happiness when he moved in, I’m more than happy to have him here as a good friend. Honestly, you are so silly. This is Yagi, the hero of the century, the man who saved millions, why would he even look at a silly old, boring lady like me?”

You can barely keep your smile hidden. Yup. This story sounds really similar.

“What are you talking about, Midoriya-san? It’s the other way around! You are the kindest, the purest, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on! You are way too good to be stuck with a silly old man who’s barely standing on his legs after being beaten to pulp way too many times!”

Suddenly, you could cut the tension in the air with a knife if you would carry one with you like Jirou does. The two stare at each other, only just realizing they were both thinking the same thing all this time. You are a little bit jealous for them for being forced to face their own feelings this way; you definitely helped them to get their shit together before they ended up being weird about it like you two did for several weeks. Or, you just ruined the fun. Oh, well.

“I think I’m going to show Y/N my room.” Izuku mutters with a pale face. Obliviousness clearly runs in the family.

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“Do you want to talk about this or…” You mutter under your nose, your eyes not leaving the confused greenhead.

“Give me 5 to 7 days to get over the fact that my mother has a crush on my favorite hero, All Might, and her feelings are reciprocated and I’ve been watching them for almost ten years and I never realized it.” He mutters back, his speech followed by a big sigh. You can’t help but laugh at Izuku’s dumbstruck face. He’s absolutely adorable.

“I mean, you didn’t even realize your own feelings towards me, at least if I can trust Katsuki’s words and I’m quite sure he ain’t a liar, so…” You giggle to yourself as you snake your arms around the man’s middle with a flirty look on your face.

“Wow, so you talk shit about me with Katsuki while I’m risking my life to save the city?” Izuku moves closer, his body flush against yours as he slowly steps forward to push you towards the bed. Jesus Christ, you’ll never get used to the way he towers over you. The chill that goes down your spine makes you feel dizzy.

“Well, he gets lonely when his husband is on a mission.” You retort with a cheeky smirk. Izuku rolls his eyes fondly while he leaves tiny kisses on your cheek.

“Stop shipping my friends and my family, you weirdo.” He mutters into your neck, his breath hot on the sensitive skin.

“Look into my eyes and tell me those two have never kissed.” You take Izuku’s cheeks in your hands and pull him up to force him to look at you.

“They did. I saw it.” The shit-eating grin on Izuku’s face is downright terrifying. “It was on one of Denki’s house parties. It all started with Eijirou asking Katsuki if he thinks it’s possible to spar with their tongues. They did not remember a single thing the next day and we all decided to not tell them about it for their own modesty. What happens at Denki’s party, stays at Denki’s party. That’s the D-rule.”

Your face resembles a fish trying breathe on the surface. You can’t do anything but gawk at the hero in front of you.

“You saw them french-kissing and you still deny their attraction to each other?” You don’t need to say “I think you are an absolute idiot”, Izuku gets the message.

“Trust me, there was nothing sexy about that tongue fight. I actually couldn’t even think about kissing for years after that. It ruined me.” Izuku sighs dramatically as he turns you around and jumps on his bed with a loud thud.

“Now, can you please have your full attention on me and look around in my room? It might not be the original one but there are a lot of memories here. Mom brought over everything, my notes, my old clothes from the UA days… come on, get wild.” Izuku giggles and to be honest, you would rather concentrate on the sprawled out hottie on the bed instead of your surroundings right now, but you decide to obey anyway.

This room of Izuku’s is more plain than his bedroom now; instead of the cool adjacent wall there are only old posters littering the walls, no personal photos or anything visible on the shelves, just a few low-quality All Might figurines left on the old, wooden desk. There are a few boxes half open in the corner of the room; most of them are notes and memories Izuku wasn’t fond enough to display; his yearbook from middle school for instance is also thrown into the pile, the hard covered book’s front ruined by massive red letters written with a sharpie.

“I hoped you’ll find that last.” Izuku mumbles, his eyes melancholic as he stares at the book. “I wanted you to enjoy being here before I… before I show you that.”

Your blood freezes in your body. Somehow, the mood went from “I want to make out with you in my old bed” to “I will show you something terrible and you’ll probably cry” and you have no idea what to think about this sudden change.

“Why… who…” you mutter while you stare at the book, still too far enough to actually read what the words are.

“Do you remember how My Hero Academia has started?” Izuku asks. He pats his thigh 2 times, asking you to sit down and you do; Izuku’s arms come to the front right away, hugging you from behind, giving you a warm cuddle to soothe your troubled soul.

“With you almost failing getting into UA because you couldn’t use your quirk properly.” You answer right away, like a good fan.

“Yeah. That’s right.” He mutters, giving you a peck on your cheek for your success. “I knew how much you like that manga and everything in it is true but there are some parts Horikoshi had to change up or completely skip because I asked him to. I hated to do this to the fans but… I had to keep our secret safe.”

“You and who’s?” You move around to look at your boyfriend with questioning eyes. Izuku leans over to take the yearbook out of the box and hides it behind him for now.

“What’s the name of my quirk, Sweet Pea?” Izuku asks as he leaves tiny kisses on your neck. You are too anxious to actually enjoy them but they definitely take the edge off at least.

“One for all. After your favorite hero, All Might.”

“Yes. And that’s a lie.”

Your world crumbles. Whatever Izuku is about to say must be something extremely important and probably quite dangerous for you to know but right now, you are just grateful for being included in the small group of people who know Izuku’s apparent secret.

“What…?”

“I haven’t met All Might at UA. I met him way before that. We knew each other quite well by the time I got in. My quirk, All for one wasn’t named after All Might’s. It is… All Might’s.”

Suddenly, Izuku takes the book out from behind his back. There are a lot of rude things written on the covers with that red sharpie, but there is one that comes back over and over again…

The word “quirkless.”

“Izu, what… what do you mean? It doesn’t make any sense…” you mutter to yourself, frustrated tears falling to your cheeks. You want to understand, you want to be able to comprehend his heavy confession, but the original story was etched into your mind so much that hearing all of this is like hearing someone denying the history of heroes completely and asking you to believe they are right and the history books are wrong - to be fair, there is a high possibility that history books are indeed made up. It’s not like anyone was there from the current population to see the whole thing with their own eyes. Izuku is a part of this specific part of the history though, the main character of the decade, so you have no reason to not believe the green head but it’s still… it just doesn’t sound right. Izuku was born to be a hero yet he was born without the most crucial part of being one, but somehow he managed to snatch the number one hero’s quirk when quirks are not supposed to be transmittable?

“You are right, quirks are not usually transmittable but this one is.” Of course you muttered half of that out loud. “There are several other quirks I managed to unlock during my journey which makes the quirk look completely different from All Might’s but I ensure you, they are one and the same. I can’t tell you more than that as this story isn’t just mine, but what I can tell you is that there is a reason no one knows about the fact that my power can be given to basically anyone and I don’t think I need to tell you why is that.” Izuku sighs while he lets you free from his hug in case you need some more space. “I just wanted you to know… The truth… About me. Because I love you and you deserve to know. I was just like you. I know how painful it is to grow up without a quirk. I understand you so much more than you think, Sweet Pea and I’ll forever love you for being the way you are, if you let me.” Izuku’s first teardrops trail down his cheeks, a fond smile decorating his face. You genuinely can’t make a single word right now; there is so much you want to say; you want to tell him how proud you are of him for putting up with all of that without being able to tell a single soul about it, you want to tell him he has no reason to look so frightened because you can’t possibly be mad at him for this, you want to tell him it doesn’t matter if his quirk is “borrowed” because it’s not the quirk that makes you a hero but your will to die for the weak; but your mind it too frazzled to say all of that…

“Even if you’d be quirkless and weak, I would still love you, Izuku. There is no universe where I’m not by your side. I love you to the moon and back and your confession only made me love you more…” You mutter into his neck. “Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for going through all that pain for us, common folk. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you, Izu.” You mutter into the crook of his neck, making his skin wet with your tears. As a fan, you are certainly shook by all the lies around your favorite pro hero but as a human being who’s been living with Izuku for the past few months you can’t say you are surprised by this revelation; he’s always been way too humble for his own good, he barely showed off his quirk to anyone except you, it always felt like he doesn’t really know what to do with the whole fame that came with him being a hero and now it makes so much sense. It’s not right, but it makes sense.

“Can we… uhm… use the hot tub when get home? I want to be close to you. As close as I can get. That’s my wish for today.” Izuku says with teary eyes, his arms tight around your waist. A tiny blush appears on your face as you mutter back, your face still hidden in his neck.

“I would really love that, Izu.”

You know you probably said this at least thousand times already, but having Izuku as your boyfriend was the best decision of your life.

…next chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Okay, here’s my opinion about how much is out for the public canonically about Izuku (s6 spoilers): While Izuku told his classmates about the fact that he got his power from All Might, the public only knows that for some reason the boy was the the one Shigaraki wanted. At one point in the future I’m quite sure there will be gossips about him but I literally don’t think anyone would ever think about Deku being quirkless. People know their quirk has the same name but its just a name and everyone knows what a big fan Izuku is so everyone just thinks he’s being a fanboy.

- Also, I love how Izuku goes from “I’ll tell you my biggest secret and we will all cry about it” to “can we have a cheeky hot tub date now?” In five seconds. Bro just want to chill 😂

- Don’t tell anyone but Izuku’s dream is to be able to give his power to his quirkless, future kid if they want it. He would never force them to take it though, he’s not an asshole.

- My Hero Academia is different in this AU; for instance, the first book is literally just about Izuku struggling to get into UA, the second about him struggling to keep up then about Izuku unlocking his powers and the backstory villains (except Dabi, his story isn’t in the books at all out of respect to the Todoroki family but there are hints to it.)

- Before you ask: yes, some of the “messages” on the front are from Katsuki indeed. Hell, he probably came up with the whole “idea”. He wanted to swap books with Izuku after they reconciled but Izuku wanted to keep it to “never forget where he came from.”

- So I will try to be on time with the next chapter but I got sick (again) so please be patient with me!

- The next chapter will probably be an NSFW one, not because of the s mut (I don’t really want that chapter to be the s mut chapter, I have different plans, but these fuckers have their mind of their own sometimes 😂), but it will involve nakedness and quite a lot of touching so… yeah. Sorry if you need to skip most of the next chapter 😭😭😭😭

- If you are waiting for the next Shenanigans chapter, I’m also done with that but it’s a double chapter, half SFW and half NSFW and it’s 5K+, that’s why is so delayed 😂

TL: @garfieldthomas @porusuniverse @stickygumchewer @sixxze @mily-moo @aei-sedai-moiraine @aymasakusa @katsuari @kenzie-deadly @shiviwrites07 @lukerycyja-reblogs @cloroxisadelectabletreat @coffeent @kisskissshutmydoor @bobcar1 @yazminetrahan @cringefan @ronimacaroni77 @thekookiecorner @dangerousluv1 @emperatris-rinaka @shotos-angelic-whore @angelsdemonsmonsters @norvacaine @rei165 @unofficialmuilover @yao-ai

[atarathegreat]

Toshinori Yagi- I'm not Him

Toshinori was agitated too often in the recent months. Between being a new hero and still studying, he was trying to settle into a new routine with you and getting used to being his own adult. It was all so stressful for him. He knew you had been picking up on it, getting anxious the longer you were around him while he was in his huffy moods. It didn't make him feel any better that sometimes he got snappy with you, if anything it made him feel awful. Toshinori wanted you to feel secure around him, not afraid.

Classes ended early and the agency he was working with had no need for the extra hands, so he headed home. It wasn't any better for him there, as you were rushing around and only got faster after seeing him in the front hall. The tears on your face were evident to Toshinori, even though he was multiple feet from you.

"Babe?" He called after you, hearing how you whimpered. There was a loud crash and thud, a much louder yelp coming from you that made him rush around the corner to find you pinching pieces of broken plates, gripping them so tightly you were cutting your fingers open. "Hey, don't grab that!" Toshinori yelled, falling next to you and swatting the glass from your hands, startling you more than you already were, "It's glass, Y/n! What are you thinking?"

"I'm sorry!" You cried, shaking in his grip. His raised voice wasn't helping anything, and he noticed how you wanted to pull away from him. "No, I'm sorry." Toshinori sighed, pulling you up from the floor, "Let's go and get your hands cleaned up...before you lose too much blood or get an infection."

You dug your feet in, not wanting to go anywhere with him while he was in another mood. "Love, please, I just want to get your hands taken care of." Toshinori turned and picked you up, not giving you a choice in the matter. Of course, it didn't sit right with him that you were shaking because of him, but he was aware it wasn't really his fault. He loved you, and hurting you wasn't something he wanted to do, unlike your ex who'd done far too much.

"Stay still..." He mumbled, setting you on the bathroom sink, "M'gonna bandage your hands, okay?"

Toshinori smiled softly when you nodded, kissing your cheeks as he unraveled some of his personal bandages, "I'm sorry I raised my voice at you...it just scared me when I saw you clutching the glass."

You looked anywhere but at him, "I didn't...finish cleaning, or the dishes, or laundry-"

He grabbed your face, whispering sweetly as he made you look into his eyes, "I don't care, okay? We'll figure out the dishes once I clean up the glass, and I'll help you with the laundry." You were quick to protest, holding your hands still as he wound the fabric around your fingers. Ignoring your protests was routine for Toshinori, he didn't care how many times you wanted to shoulder all the house chores, it wasn't your responsibility. You both lived in the house, he could help clean no matter how busy he was.

"Please, Toshi..." The way you sounded so pathetic hurt him, and he would've crumbled to you if it was any other request. But he shook his head, securing the wrap at your wrist, "Sorry, love, not this one. Okay?"

"I'm not going to make you do everything around here while I relax. I live here and make messes, too. Both of us can do the chores." He whispered, placing his head to yours. And he made you relax the rest of the day, though it made you anxious that he was cleaning and cooking. In your mind, he was angrily doing the job you'd failed to do effortlessly. You'd broken the plates and hadn't even swept the house, and now Toshinori was doing it because he had to show you that he could do it ten times better than you could.

So, you watched as he moved around the living room and kitchen, cooking and cleaning at the same time. Why hadn't you thought to do both things at once? You wouldn't have gotten behind if you'd managed to multitask well enough. Tears kept streaming down your cheeks and you just couldn't take your eyes off him. Every movement looked angry, each twitch of his muscles was another statement he held back from throwing at you.

"Here, babe." Toshinori handed you a plate of food, once more kissing your head and wiping away the tears, "It's okay, try to relax. You've been busy all day."

"So have you..." You mumbled, staring at the food on the plate.

He chuckled, "I'm a UA graduate, darling. If I can't handle this much, then how do I hope to be the top hero?"

The food was delicious, everything he made was amazing. You put the plate on the coffee table and crawled across the couch to lay over his lap.

"You're not him..."

Toshinori didn't understand what you said, much less why you kept repeating it. Maybe you were trying to calm yourself, or maybe it was simply that you needed to remind yourself that Toshinori wasn't your ex, that he wouldn't do the awful things your ex had done. There was no danger in simply existing in the living area without cleaning.

"I'm not, my love. I'm me...you know me." He chuckled lightly, petting your hair.

[mha-infection-au]

Entry 8

Week 2

Journal entry by C.A How quickly can this spread? It has only been a short while yet the streets are overrun. I would prefer to live in a more secluded area until this mess is cleaned up, but I'm not thinking for myself anymore. I need to stay in the city and get supplies for Toshinori. He can't be left without medical attention for that long, but this causes us to have to run. If I could run at my normal pace I could easily just outrun them, but not now. I can't abandon Toshinori. Not now. Not after what happened yesterday.

Chizome Akaguro (Stain)

Health: 80%

Sanity: 60%

Infection Status: Uninfected (Immune due to quirk)

Mood: Shameful of his failure to protect Toshinori, and anxious on what will happen, but in denial of what the outcome will be.

Toshinori Yagi (All Might status)

Health: 50%

Sanity: 50%

Infection status: Stage 2 (approaching stage three)

Mood: Accepting the inevitable, worried about Midoriya, and what will happen to Stain after the infection fully sets in.

[truly-quirkless]

[@frogsonalotusleaf | From here!]

Yagi nearly flinched at that mention- an awkward half-smile crossing his face. Yeah,- he'd never been one for paperwork, not when it came to Hero business. Even at his agency, there were others under him who filed most of his reports.- But he had slowly been forced to take on more and more files and sortings, until it had become an every-day task, these past few months...

Being a teacher really was something else.

His smile fell, however, at the utterance of him 'trying harder'. That was what he'd done for so many years- but now, when all he could do was follow a doctor's instructions and hope it kept him alive...his old friend wanted him to do more. He exhaled softly. I'm not that strong, anymore.-- It was something he was slowly coming to grips with.

"...I can't." It sounded like an excuse- but it didn't ring any less true. What he had- what was left- was a delicate balance. He was trying to gain back some form of strength...what little remained...but he couldn't gain back some things. I can't be All Might anymore. The strain was too much. Even just looking like the old Hero for more than a second was enough to cause bloody coughing fits...

I can't be the Hero you want me to be, Nighteye.

"A soup doesn't need to have solids, but...if you're sure." He wouldn't push the issue. As much as Yagi wanted to help...he knew that (at least, personally) he would resist the aid of others if it was offered...and he had no doubt Nighteye would resist his.-- He sighed under his breath. The blond didn't have much he could do, and it seemed both of them were dancing the old subject. Maybe...it would just heal, on its own. Over time...those years apart might fade, but he worried.

Even his attempt at bringing it up had failed. It seemed Nighteye was rather intent on his personal life. Been there, he thought. When he'd been hospitalized- and for a long time after- he'd done everything he could to avoid anything down-putting. But the two would have to circle back to the original topic eventually.

"Well...they definitely joke a lot- though I don't think you'd care for their...style..." Toshinori rested his hand on his chin, thumb pressed slightly against his cheek, his fingers splayed out slightly along the other. "...they're scrappy, and can handle themself in a fight. The first night we met, they actually attacked some would-be robbers with a cookie tin..." He chuckled slightly at the memory.

"...they always seem to know how to make their coworkers smile, and I've seen them chatting with some of the ki--- students.-- Young Midoriya actually took a bit of a shining to them." He grinned. It was nice that his successor and his soulmate could get along. "Though they're really anxious when it comes to the general public..."

He wondered if it was okay to be saying that when Fin was on the same floor- but he doubted they wouldn't give him and Nighteye some privacy.

"I actually asked them to come with,...if you want to meet them." More to keep him company, though thinking about it...he probably shouldn't have invited them while he was speaking to Mirai. But, what was done was done.

[foamy-germs]

Intro + Masterlist 💞

Preferably do read through all of this! I’d appreciate it!

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Intro (Masterlist under the cut)

Heyo! I’m Alex, I joined tumblr a good while ago, but never really had the courage to post much. Until now!

My pronouns are He/Him, and my account is absolutely a safe space for LGBTQ+ folks!

For safety, I won’t share my age. Regardless, I’ll block any weird dms.

On the topic of DMs, any messages or asks simply saying “hi” might not be answered 😭 they make me anxious.

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Masterlist

I’ll currently only do SFW requests. Suggestive ones are okay, but I won’t do straight up smut at this time.

Requests: Open! (Currently very inactive as of May 2024, however working to get back into it now that I've graduated.)

Spiderverse trilogy

Peter B. Parker

Miguel O’Hara

Spider Noir

The Spot/Johnathon Ohnn (Pre- and post-collider)

Web Slinger

Hobie Brown (Strictly non-sexual)

Mob Psycho 100

Reigen Arataka

Serizawa Katsuya

Mr. Osomatsu (No ships)

Osomatsu

Karamatsu

Choromatsu

Ichimatsu

Jyushimatsu

Todomatsu

Totoko

Team Fortress 2 (No ships)

Spy

Scout

Heavy

Medic

Engineer

Demoman

Pyro

Sniper

Soldier

Call of Duty

Task Force 141 (MW2 2009 & 2019)

Lupin III franchise

Arséne Lupin III

Daisuke Jigen

Goemon Ishikawa

Fujiko Mine

Inspector Zenigata

Hunter x Hunter

Leorio

Kurapika

Illumi

Wing

Chrollo

Feitan

Shalnark

My Hero Academia

Shouta Aizawa/Eraserhead

Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic

Toshinori Yagi/All Might (both forms)

Taishiro Toyomitsu/FatGum

Keigo Takami/Hawks

Nemuri Kayama/Midnight

Jin Bubaigawara/Twice

Dabi

Tomura Shigaraki (please specify which season/version)

Spooky Month

Bob Velseb

Frank

Lila

Jaune

Aaron

Skiddad / Simon

Rick

Carmen

Streber

Kevin

Villainous

Dr. Flug

Cecelia/Miss Heed

Can do:

Fluff

Scenarios/Imagines

Oneshots

Ships

x reader

Headcanons

[some] Angst

Suggestive requests (this does have a limit! and I will reject requests I’m uncomfortable with.)

Can’t/Will NOT do:

Smut

Proship

Anything political

(I will add to this as time passes.)

Disclaimers:

If I find a request uncomfortable to fulfill, I will reject it.

If some things have certain disclaimers (such as TF2 with ‘no ships’), it is because I’m not comfortable exploring writing with that specific topic for the fandom.

For characters, like Hobie, I may refuse various topics for them for various reasons. For Hobie specifically, his age is unconfirmed and constantly debated.

Do keep in mind that I’m a student with a job and family, and some requests may take a while. I tend to revise my stories multiple times over 😭.

Update on this section: I've graduated! Currently job searching like crazy and also prepping for college, however tryna get back into the swing of things now that I have some free time.

Of course, if something isn't listed here, feel free to ask! There's a multitude of fandoms I find myself interested in.

However, feel free to ask if I can write something! I’ll almost always say yes.

[elle-cross]

the inheritance #bkdk

OH MY GOD I JUST HAD A BKDK IDEA AAAA SOMEDAY I WILL WRITE THIS FUCK

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Katsuki is written in his late master Yagi Toshinori's will. When Toshinori passed away, a bunch of lawyers in suits drop by Katsuki's apartment and tells him that Toshinori leaves him the most important inhertance of all.

To be honest, when Katsuki is told about inheritance, he was expecting like a small % share of his assets, because that would already be worth millions.

But instead, the lawyers give him a red envelope, with the letters "OFA" written with black marker on it. There's no note inside, but there is a key with the digits 1507 on one side and the letters "D-E-K-U" engraved on the other side.

Katsuki spends sleepless nights trying to figure out what this hell this means. The key doesn't look like an ordinary key for a door. It has round grooves on its neck.

Old man Toshinori was a recluse on his last few years and Katsuki had helped him keep the business running until the very end. The old man stayed in his mansion, tucked away from reporters and power-hungry businessmen who wanted to takeover his company.

Katsuki has been one of the last businesses apprentices of the Toshinori, learning and growing behind Toshinori's shadow and wisdom. After Katsuki, Toshinori didn't hire any one else to be his protégé.

He rolls to one side in his bed and huffs as he stares at the key. "What are you, DEKU?" and why does OFA sound familiar?

Oh, that's right. The dog. Toshinori used to have a dog, who for some wild reason, was named "All For One". The dog's collar had the initials "AFO" hanging on it. Toshinori had mentioned to Katsuki once that it was in memory of his son who he lost a long time ago. He said his son loved books and would love to have his own library someday.

Fuck. Katsuki catapults himself out of bed and grabs his laptop. He searches for "One For All"... and then just because he has good feeling about this, he adds the keyword "books".

Great... he gets the Three Musketeers books... and, wait. Hang on. The 5th result is a ... "Holy shit!" Katsuki stands up in excitement.

It's called "One For All Bookstore" and it's ... far away. But it's still in Japan, but it's in one of the southern-most islands of Japan, what the fuck.

Ahhh, fuck it. Katsuki needs to know. His master never does things without a reason. So he clearly planned for this happen. But why all the secrecy?

Because Katsuki has money and because his boss recently just passed away, he kinda has a lot of time to kill. He buys a ticket and goes to one of the islands in Okinawa, where OFA bookstore is located.

When he steps into the bookstore, tired and anxious, he immediately makes a beeline towards the information booth--

"Excuse me! Wipe your muddy feet, will you?" Someone apparently had the nerve to shout at Katsuki, the only living apprentice of Toshinori, who in the hell would have the audacity to--

Katsuki turns around, ready to shout back, but his breath is stolen away by this gorgeous, 'goodlordhowishereal', green-haired man. His cheeks are dusted with cute freckles and his eyes are so round and green.... his name tag says "I. Midoriya."

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[allmightluver]

A stupid little scenario that you may enjoy (if you'll be able to understand my broken English that is)

Right after moving to Musutafu, Toshinori rents a cheap apartment and meets one of his neighbors for the first time. All Might - in his small form - is not the most outgoing person, not used to people being friendly and casually talking to him, so he's not… very nice so to say, he just gives them short shrift. Visibly bummed out by this, the neighbor is still very polite every time they see each other. To the point where Toshinori starts feeling bad about how he treated them when they've met for the first time. What if one day he'd finally feel the urge to approach and apologize?

I can see this happening given the attitude he had when he first met Deku. Burned out, tired of being stared at and pitied, he just wants to do his thing and go on. Especially if he was really bummed the first day they met, I can see him not being in the mood for talking, especially if the neighbor had stared for moment. Of course it’s human nature to stare at oddities in curiosity, but when you’re always the cause of it, it feels similar to ant under a magnifying glass. I can see him just wanting to get out of eye shot so keeping the talking to a minimum. But I still think he’d be polite, just short and to the point.

When he comes to his senses so to speak he’d feel bad about brushing the other off, especially given how they treat him like any other neighbor and not some giant zombie. I can see him baking something (I head canon him as an amazing baker but just never gets to eat any of it so he doesn’t do it as often anymore) and going next door. Maybe he’d fight with himself over whether to just leave the food at the door, knock and make a run for it or actually attempt to talk. If the neighbor has one of those Ring doorbells where they get a notification when someone’s at their front door it’d be humorous. They may not be able to actually see his face given his height, but him holding the food and reaching to put it down only to stop and reach for the door, and then stop again. Going back and forth for several minutes, scratching behind his head as he tries to decide what to do.

Maybe they’d take pity on him and just open the door. That’d make him jump for sure, caught red handed so to speak. He may whip the dish behind him quick in slight panic, unsure how to proceed, before the other could notice. He’d awkwardly laugh a greeting, “Oh! Ah, h-hello there!” Probably fumble over his words a bit. As long as they remained patient with him he’d relax. “Ah. I, ah, wasn’t very pleasant when we first met the other day. Ahaha, I suppose I’m not used to, well, a friendly face.” Given they give a positive answer he’ll eventually reveal the desert, saying he made it as an apology and hoped to start over. Maybe they’d invite him in for tea. And maybe they’d keep meeting for tea now and then :)

[aheckinmess]

Atlas [Toshinori] (Angst)

(One-shot 20/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays - and sometimes Sundays.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Toshinori Yagi, All Might, Smol Might, Original Female Character(s), Ichijiku Aoki, Protective Toshinori, Protective All Might, All Might-centric, Young Toshinori Yagi, Toshinori Has to Shoulder a Lot of Weight, But Not Just Because He's a Hero, OC Shoulders a Lot of Weight Too, But She's Worried about Being a Burden, A Lot of Angst in This One, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Feels, We Weren't Made to Be Atlas, Don't Carry the Weight of the World on Your Shoulders, It's Okay to Ask for Help, OC is Sad, OC is Tired, I Mean Aren't We All?

Word Count: 2,052 words

Summary: After a long day hanging out with a friend, Ichijiku gets frustrated because she feels like she's not contributing anything but also like she's contributing too much at the same time. Toshinori comforts her because he knows exactly how she feels.

Ichijiku (Tigress)

“It just feels like she’s always watching over my shoulder, waiting for me to mess up.”

“I felt that way when I left home. I thought I saw all of my so-called friends around me, too, telling me what a screw up I am.” Hanoku says. 

“I don’t see Grandma everywhere, I’m just in a constant state of fight-or-flight. It makes me second-guess myself. I get hypervigilant and anxious.” I elucidate, trying to keep the focus on the point I’m trying to make.

Irritation coils in my limbs as I try not to be mean. I get that you’re trying to relate, but you always try to remind me your life was worse than mine. Why can’t I say anything without feeling overshadowed when I just needed a safe place to feel…? I take a few deep breaths, trying to remind myself that my friend isn’t at fault. My weary psyche needs a safe place to land, but the only place it's ever had is my own arms.

“Well, what have you tried so far to help with the anxiety?” She asks. It’s a simple enough question, but in my tired anxiety, all I hear is, Clearly, you’re not doing enough.

“Soft music in my earbuds so I don’t have to hear the sounds all around me. It helps me sleep.” I explain, fidgeting with the fabric of my shirt, unable to look at her.

“So, that method helps, but you still aren’t sleeping well? What if you played around with the lighting instead? Then, you’d be fine!” Hanoku suggests. You’re not doing enough to prevent it. You haven’t considered all of your options. God, it’s so annoying listening to you be so stupid.

“Well, I’m doing better than last week. Without the earbuds I barely slept at all.”

“Well, that’s good. Oh!” She dismisses the tired look on my face as I look up at her and surges forward. “Maybe you could try aromatherapy!” She looks at me with a proud smile. “You can train your body to know you are safe and it’s time to sleep!” It’s obvious that this had a simple solution all along, dumbass.

In my insecurities, I force a smile even as I internally crumble. I don’t have much energy left in my reserves after the past few weeks. Between anxiety and fighting villains, all I want is a place to share my woes without being out-traumatized. 

With a solution shoved into my lap, I can only assume I’ve overstayed my welcome on the subject of anxiety. I just want someone to listen to me. But…they have their own problems to deal with. Adding mine must be an extra burden. Guilt makes me straighten up and look ahead, avoiding eye contact as I give her a nod.

“Yeah, I use my pillow mist. It helps since it smells like Toshinori.” I admit, kicking a rock out of the way as we walk.

“Ah, okay. What if I sent you scary stories before bed?” She giggles. “Maybe then your anxiety would have a reason to stay and then go away on its own?”

My brows furrow as I immediately reject that idea. But I shove it away with a laugh and a shrug; I don’t want to bother her anymore than I already have. I turn to her with a smile and nudge her with a wink.

“If your goal is to keep me awake to talk to you about them, then sure. But those are likely to fuel my anxiety more.”

“Ugh! Fine.” She groans, further solidifying that I’m just an irritation. She looks across the street at a couple playing with their kid. “On a more serious note, is there anything I can do to help you?”

“No.”

. . . . .

“You bastard! How dare you cheat on me with that whore!” The sound of breaking glass on the TV echoes through the living room as I step through the door, feeling defeated and exhausted despite only walking once around the park with Hanoku. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me? Can you feel the way you break my heart, you cheap piece of ass?!”

“Ichan?” Toshinori calls, his eyes glued to the television set. “Did you enjoy your walk?”

“Yeah, it…was fine.” I give him a believable smile. He’s busy watching his show. I’ve already bothered one person today, anyway. I shuffle my shoes onto the carpet and hang my jacket on the coat rack. “I’m gonna lay down a bit.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Everything’s fine, don’t worry.” 

Everything is not fine. I pad down to our room and curl up under the blankets, inhaling and exhaling the scent of my husband to ground myself. Though I shouldn’t check my phone when I know I’m going to be disappointed even further, I can’t stop myself from scrolling through all of my conversations hopefully.

A few writing friends promised to read my story yesterday since I’ve finally gotten a solid outline written out, but I’m not surprised to see nothing has been touched. Don’t go down that hole. There’s no reason to be upset. I scroll through Hana’s posts in the same collection just to be sure it’s not me. Both Sayuri and Hanoku left comments within the last two hours. A painful feeling bubbles in my gut, so I should close my phone. 

But I don’t.

I enter the rabbit hole of counting just how many conversations I can stop just by existing. Six conversations in my messages alone had steady responses until I said something. They just got busy. It’s not just you. I keep telling myself.

Still, it wouldn’t hurt so much if it wasn’t so consistent.

When tears make seeing my screen difficult, I finally turn off my phone. The blanket wraps around me until the only opening is around my nose for breathing. Ungrateful brat. I’m not trying to be ungrateful. I want my friends to like me. They only talk to me when I’m alone with them, but in the middle of our friend group, I’m not as important as other people. I get talked over and dismissed. My problems aren’t as big, so they don’t matter. And I know they have lives, but…I don’t want to be the center of their world, I just want to be a part of their constellation.

Tiger roars in the back of my mind, fighting to try and be heard, but I don’t want to hear her for the time being. I just want to feel my emotions and be swallowed by them for a little while, seeing as I so frequently shove them deep, deep into the abyss.

“Ichan,” Toshinori’s soft tones caress my ear as his weight shifts the bed. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m just tired.” I lie, too scared to bother him. He’s the Symbol of Peace. He’s already got enough on his shoulders. I can’t add anymore weight.

“Are you saying that because you think you’re going to bother me, or are you really just tired?” He hums, and when I hesitate for a second too long, he squeezes me tight. “Talk to me, Ichan. I can carry it for both of us.”

“But you shouldn’t have to.” I whimper. “You already carry so much. It’s not fair if I let you carry me, too.”

“It is my privilege to carry you.” He chuckles, before abruptly sweeping me up - covers and all - and spinning me around. “You’re light as a feather!”

I squeal and hide my face in his chest.

“Now, tell me what happened.”

“I’m tired.” I sniff, decorating his shirt with salty stains as I choke on a sob. “I’m tired of being ignored. I’m tired of everyone treating my problems like they’re not as bad as theirs. I just wanna sleep and never wake up.”

“Hey,” He coos, sitting back on the bed and pulling me closer. It feels like he’s trying to wring out all the sorrow from my bones. I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t at least partially work. “You’re allowed to be tired of that. Even if you take a nap and realize you were just tired, you’re allowed to feel that way.”

“But I feel bad!” I cry, fingers grasping at him as I grow more certain he’ll leave, disgusted with every uttered word. “I’m not supposed to want things from them! They’re doing their best and I know they are–”

“Except you need them.”

“Except…I…” It hurts to admit. I can’t say it. I can’t need them. They need me to carry them. “But they’re all trying their best and I have no right to ask them for anything. It just feels like if I stopped talking to them altogether, nobody would notice I was gone. Nobody would notice that anything was wrong because I’m Ichijiku. And Ichijiku is always okay. Even when Ichijiku is suffering, she’s strong and she’ll get through it because it’s Ichijiku! Ichijiku can figure shit out on her own because they have to take care of themselves first and Ichijiku will be fine because she knows what they’re going through and they’re having a hard time. They can spend time with all of their other friends because Ichijiku will always be around. Ichijiku will never leave. Ichijiku would never get mad that they’re too busy for her. They can throw another brick on top of the pile because like Luisa, Ichijiku might buckle and bend but she’ll never break. She can handle it. She can fix her own problems.” My muscles clench and clench and clench until they’re sore.

“But Ichan,” Toshinori rubs my shoulders as he forces them to relax with his superior strength. “Sometimes, you can’t handle it.”

“I HAVE TO!” I roar, baring my teeth as I throw my head back to look at him. “I have to be able to handle it! Because if I don’t then who’s going to help everyone else?”

“Ichan,” Toshinori caresses my cheek, thumbing away tears. “That’s not your job.”

“But it is.” I cough, rubbing my eyes and shaking in my exhaustion. “They say it’s not, but every time I ask for help, they redirect me to their problems. It is because I can’t leave them to deal with it on their own like they can with me. I can’t leave it be because I’m scared they’ll get hurt. They’ll get sad. And no one will be there for them. So I’m here, Mr. Symbol. I AM HERE.” I huff, raking my fingers through my hair. If anyone understands that, it’s you. “And that’s fine. I don’t mind that. I would break myself in half a hundred times and cry every night and give limbs and organs and whatever other bodily instrument they need to keep them safe. To keep them happy. To keep them protected and of sound mind. But…” I open my mouth, unable to find the words.

“But there’s no one to do that for you.” Toshinori breathes, eyes glistening as I look at him. An understanding that breaks me and sews me back together reflects in those pretty blue eyes. “Someone’s always too busy. Everyone else has problems at the same time you do. Someone always needs your strength to help hold them up even when you’re tired and don’t know if you can…but you do it all the same.”

“Y-Yeah…” I shrivel back into his arms, heart aching as guilt weighs heavy.

He knows all about it because he does it every day. And here I am whining about it. Adding stress to one of his few rest times.

“Toshi, I’m–”

“Don’t you dare apologize to me.” He growls, gripping my jaw to make me look at him. “What did you tell me when I first met you? Before you ever knew I was All Might? You told me that you wished you could take the burden of every hero and carry it for a while. And when you learned I was All Might you did.” He kisses my lips, slowly carving out every soft crevice of my skin. “So don’t you dare apologize for letting me do the same.”

Silence hangs in the air like drying laundry as he holds me, breath heavy as he bears the brunt of my sadness for me. And for once, I let him.

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To all ends

Aizawa x you angst

Feeling lost In the world of heroes, alone, sad, needing to be free of it. You do what you must to flee.

Part 1

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You placed the tear stained letter and your engagement ring on the counter, gripping the handle of your luggage. You hastily exit the apartment.

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Aizawa came home from patrol, surprised to find the apartment empty. After his walk through, he spotted the note and your ring. In all the fights he's been in, all the scary, devastating situations that took control of his life, this one was different. It was like his heart was stopping and breaking at the same time. His hands shook as he picked up the letter, unfolding it carefully, noticing the water stained droplets smudging some of the writing a bit, but not enough to make it Un readable.

Dearest Shouta,

I remember there was a time when you used to care, didn't just pretend, didn't just say you did, you showed it with the things that you did. Once upon a time, I could come to you with problems and anxieties, and you'd be there. You'd listen and offer to lend a hand. Now you tell me not to think about it, to you it'll all work out in the end.

I am alone without any support. My life is one big joke.. my problems, feelings, and thoughts, none of that matters, not to anyone anymore. Slowly, everyone pushed me out of their lives, cast aside once I am no longer useful. That is my life. Just wish it wasn't all the time. I'm okay to be here. I'm fine to be around, but the moment someone else comes along, everything with me is suddenly forgotten about. I'm sorry I'm not special, I'm sorry I'm not strong. I'm sorry I don't have other people to be around. I'm sorry I've been a burden.

I'll figure something else out. I won't turn to you when things are bad, when I'm anxious and scared. I won't turn to you like I used to because I know you won't be there.

I love you, and I know deep down you love me, but sometimes love is not enough. Take care of yourself. Please don't come looking for me you won't find me.

Goodbye,

Y/N.

How long ago did you leave? How long did you feel this way? Between teaching and patrols, he's failed to see he's neglected your needs and your relationship. He pulled out his phone punching in the number of the one person he knew you'd turn to, one person who would hide you from the world if you asked him to.

Toshinori Yagi.

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A Sin Loving You

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/aRtXiLg by rueyrehlies Takami Keigo is a Pro Hero. Todoroki Touya is a villain. It's a sin considered taboo to love each other. PARANORMAL WAR AND FINAL WAR NEVER HAPPENED SINCE THIS AU, ALL FOR ONE NEVER EXISITED! (i hdcn that dabi survived through his pure rage during the fire) CHPTER ONE OUT! Words: 479, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Hero Public Safety Commission & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Original Male Character(s), Takami Keigo | Hawks & Tokoyami Fumikage, Takami Keigo | Hawks & Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Amajiki Tamaki/Toogata Mirio, Amajiki Tamaki & Hadou Nejire & Toogata Mirio Additional Tags: Protective Hadou Nejire, Dabi | Todoroki Touya and Takami Keigo | Hawks In Love, Takami Keigo | Hawks is a Dork, Dabi | Todoroki Touya is Bad at Feelings, Protective Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Anxious Amajiki Tamaki, Oblivious Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko is Not a Villain, Mineta Minoru Doesn't Exist read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/aRtXiLg