#Small might fluff

[pseudowho]

Yagi Toshinori/All Might x Reader

Fluff, suggestive

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All Might was strong, and soft. You knew this before you started dating (which was an operation performed strictly in secret, so wildly publicised would it be, to be seen on his arm in public).

Candlelit dinners in Musutafu's finest, instead became quiet nights in, with faithful security guards ushering you to the Might Tower penthouse where Toshinori waited, fizzing with excitement.

Instead, Toshinori took delight in stealing your blushes through deliberately poorly-timed whispered compliments. His array of vintage pet names would sound corny, were he any less sincere. It hadn't taken Toshinori long to cotton on to the glee to be found in a secret love affair.

And it hadn't taken long for you to retaliate; which was how you found out how soft the powerful All Might really was.

"I set you free for the rest of the afternoon, young ones! Spend your study time wisely! Strive to be the best you, that you can be!" Toshinori boomed over the heads of the students, filing out before him.

He spun, turning and bending down to you with that familiar trademark grin...only, heartfelt and wicked now, instead of fixed. His voice lowered barely enough to escape the students' notice.

"Of course," he intoned, his breath grazing your ear, setting a shiver down your spine, "my honeybee is already the best she that she could be."

You slapped a handful of books down on the desk, a frisson of electric sending you erect as you turned to him with a warning look in your eye. The warning look quickly died, at his boyish smile and natural warmth, unable to fight a man that you knew absolutely meant it.

Later, you approached him in the busy corridor, schooling your expression to that of polite disinterest in greeting a passing colleague.

"Yagi-san--"

Toshinori jostled you, sending papers tumbling to the floor, and apologising profusely in a dramatic hush, bending with you to collect the scattered reports from the floor.

"I apologise-- I really am sorry-- gosh, what a mess!" As people channelled around you, Toshinori's fingers plaited briefly with yours, his voice lowering again. "Not that messy is something my pookie identifies with, though. Not yet."

You dropped the rest of your papers, stuttering as Toshinori scooped them up with a flourish, standing with you and bundling them back into your arms. You stumbled, blushing as he clapped an enormous hand onto your shoulder with a laugh, and a thunderous farewell, leaving you stranded and skittish in the corridor.

In the lunch queue, you felt a shadow darken your tray, and turned, looking up. This time, Toshinori barely even bothered to alter his tone, instead hiding behind the student and faculty's food-related distraction. He plucked a tiny steaming basket from the self-service window, dropping it onto your tray with a muted thmp.

"Dumplings...for my dumpling."

You snapped, grabbing his usual cold brew from the fridge, and popping it onto his tray, smiling sweetly up at him.

"I'm lucky to have such a cute guy choosing lunch with me."

A blush burned over Toshinori's cheeks like you had slapped it on him. You felt a roar of success as, when you were called forwards, you saw Toshinori fumble his tray with enormous hands, his coffee splatting to the floor to his stuttered apologies. You left with a flick of the skirt and a smirk on your lips.

Between lessons, in the stream of shouting students, you felt yourself scooped in one great palm and effortlessly shepherded aside, hearing Toshinori's gravelly tones announce your departure; "My dear, could I borrow a moment of your time to discuss a lesson plan?"

You loaded a bullet as Toshinori pulled you round the corner, sniping him before he could take his shot.

"Darling, I must say--"

"What's such a handsome bear needing with me, in a narrow little corridor?"

Toshinori gasped, a single broad palm pressed to his chest, staggered by the force of his b-dmp. His blush rose from the collar up. He reached one trembling hand out to you as you walked away, leaving him stunned in your wake.

As the day wound to a close, you entered the staffroom, to find Toshinori and Aizawa stood, talking at the window. Toshinori grinned, faltering just so as you approached him with a honeydew smile.

You looped your hand through the crook of his elbow as if you were in black and white, pecked his cheek in a chaste little kiss, and fired off the killshot.

"I've missed you," you chirped, "Hubby."

A strangled choke left Toshinori's throat, and he almost buckled, gripping the window frame hard enough to make it crack with another hand clutching his heart.

Aizawa shot you a look of despair as you walked away, looking between you and Toshinori, who had yet to regain his usual colour. Aizawa called after you as you left, sniggering.

"You can't just do that to him. Hey! Come back! You can't do that to an old man--"

"Aizawa-kun, please--"

You called back over your shoulder. "He had it coming, Shouta. Turns out he can dish it out, but he can't take it!"

[whitehotwild]

took a peek at amazon music’s The Boys character playlists (really just Butcher’s and Hughie’s… womp womp)… ohhhh old man Butcher my beloved.

all i can imagine is being at Butcher’s apartment for one reason or another.

☆ maybe the team went out to a bar together, and as everyone turned in for the night, saying their goodbyes, you and butcher were the last ones there. For whatever reason, he refuses to send you off by yourself to your own apartment this late at night and tells you to just come over and spend the night at his, that it’s closer anyway.

you try to ignore the zip up your spine when he leads you into his apartment with a hand on the small of your back. you try to ignore the soft flush of your cheeks when he teases you about snooping while you look through his one (barely filled) bookcase.

“what? you scared I’m gonna find your fuzzy pink handcuffs?” you tease right back, squatting down to flip through the vinyl records he has sitting in a milk crate next to the bookcase.

butcher rolls his eyes with a smirk, “mine ain’t fuzzy… d’you even know what those things are?”

you don’t react, but you do store that in the folder labeled ‘Useful Butcher Information’ that lives in your brain. ignoring his teasing, you let out a soft huff of laughter when you see a record you’ve only seen at your grandparent's house and in the back of a shitty thrift shop uptown.

“exactly how old are you?” you ask, pulling it out and showing him the record in question: Roy Orbison Sings Lonely and Blue (1961).

butcher walks over and takes the record from your hand, switching it for his beer. he had asked you if you wanted one when you two walked through his door, you had declined before, but have taken to stealing sips of his. it’s probably the closest you’ll get to kissing him tonight.

“old enough to know this is real music… not that Taylor Swift shite you force me to listen to in the car.” he snarks, slipping the record out of the sleeve, setting it on his cheap turntable.

you stand back up straight with a scoff, “you can make fun of my ‘brat summer’, but Miss Swift is where I draw the line.” the beginning of the record starts to ring softly through the room…

‘Only the lonely… (dum-dum-dum-dumby-doo-wah)’

“oh… you can’t be serious,” you smile softly and he holds a hand up as if telling you to ‘wait for it’. “…so corny,” you mutter shaking your head, still with that same smile.

butcher takes the beer bottle out of your hand, taking a sip before setting it on one of the shelves, “nope… classic.”

he lets himself be a bit softer around you, even if only for a moment. it’s only when you two are alone, usually late at night, usually after a few drinks that he lets the walls drop… only just a bit.

like now, when he pulls you into the empty space of his living room, placing your hand, the one that isn’t wrapped in his, on his shoulder, his free hand goes to the small of your back.

“so now you wanna dance?” you ask with a bit of snark.

butcher lets out a soft huff of amusement as you two start swaying, “what you lot was doin’ at the bar wasn’t dancin’… you was flailing about.”

“hm… whatever. least we were having fun, i mean… even M.M. got up!”

“‘cause he’s a sucker for ‘Earth, Wind & Fire’.”

“well yeah… who isn’t?”

“me.”

you roll your eyes with a soft sigh, “suuure… stick in the mud.”

you’re both quiet after that, only the sound of old music coming through shitty speakers and gentle steps against his floor fill the room. he dances you through the whole a-side of the album, the hand on your back has snaked around your waist, your head rests against his shoulder, and he holds your intertwined hands closer to his chest.

you take as much of this as you can get from him, knowing these moments are fleeting. there are so many unspoken words between the two of you, you’re too stubborn to make a move, and well… butcher’s too… butcher. he thinks he’s much too undeserving of something as precious as you.

and maybe he’s right. maybe he doesn’t deserve you, but that doesn’t stop him from wanting you, it doesn’t stop you wanting him. so for now… the soft, fleeting, moments are enough.

it’s always strange when those moments end, though. the way you can see his demeanor shift in an instant.

like now, the music stops and he looks away from you when you look up at him. you can see the way his face changes, like he’s snapping out of a trance or he’s caught himself doing something he knows shouldn’t.

butcher pulls away from you, wiping his hands on his pants as if the feeling of you lingering on his skin has to go. he turns to put the record away and turn off the turntable.

the silence lingers for a minute before he speaks up, “think we should turn in. you take my bed.”

you try to protest, “the couch-“

“don’t fight me on it.” the command isn’t harsh, it’s not mean, it’s only a bit stern, but he just wants you to listen to him.

he just wants to do something nice for you.

you nod with a quiet sigh and thank him with a soft smile. you both retire for the night and you both know you’ll be gone in the morning before he wakes up. you both know you won’t make any mention of it when you're both in the office tomorrow.

but you both know that for now, the fact that it happened at all is enough.

(divider by @/plutism)

[mediumgayitalian]

“Eight o’clock.”

Will’s jaw drops. “What?” He leans sideways to make deliberate and intensive eye contact with Switzerland, who deliberately and intensively avoids it, pretending to be folding laundry. “No way! Cass, tell him no way!”

“Not my business,” says Switzerland, smiling, for some reason, at Will’s oppression. “Your curfew is Lee’s to handle, you know that.”

“Yeah, when I was ten! I’m sixteen! My curfew is not eight o’ fu —” he thinks better of himself, mindful of Lee’s twitching eye — “fudging clock!”

“Eight is a perfectly reasonable curfew for a sixteen year old. Especially if you’re going out with that —” Lee scoffs — “boy.”

“It’s just Nico!” Will cries, nearly braining a poor visitor with the force of his flailing arms. The visitor, after a moment of careful deliberation and several vague, pointed screeching noises from Will, chooses to pull the blood-soaked t-shirt acting as a bandage tighter over their arm and seek help elsewhere. Wise. When he fails, after several extended minutes of flailing, to extrapolate upon his undoubtedly most excellent argument, he repeats, “It’s just Nico!” And then adds, for good measure, “You like Nico!”

“He is a bad influence,” Lee insists, as if he did not cry for five days when Nico asked for his blessing to date Will. “He has too much freedom, you know, his father lets him run amuck like some harlot —”

Will screeches again, so high this time it is soundless, and must be restrained by Gabriel’s firm grip on his collar from mauling Lee like a bear. Lee, in an uncharacteristically smart move — Carter must be rubbing off on him — takes a delicate step back to avoid Will’s clawing fingers.

“—and has no respect for his elders. You’re going to end up bereft or in jail should you keep seeing him, Will, mark my words.”

Will bares his teeth. “If this is about the eyebrow piercing, you sack of shit, I swear to the gods —”

“He looks like a criminal!” Lee looks around the cabin as if anyone is going to agree with him. He is met, instead, with seven raised eyebrows and nine heavy, deep-seated sighs, but remains stubbornly undeterred. Delusional enough to miscredit the incredulity to Will rather than himself, likely. Truly Apollo’s pride.

“I am going to hunt you to death.”

“So long as you’re back by eight.”

Will deigns, instead of a verbal response, to scream, loud and long, and stomp his way away from the cabin and across the common.

“I’ll take that as compliance!” Lee calls out after him. The scream, somehow, increases in volume, not breaking even as seven people trip to remove themselves hastily from Will’s path. “If you are not back there will be consequences!”

“I hate you!”

“Be safe! I will be waiting up!

“I hope you pass away in your sleep!” A pause. “I don’t mean that, but fuck you!”

“Children,” Lee scoffs to himself, retreating back into the cabin. “No respect anymore.”

“You’re a loser,” Diana informs him.

“It’s those godsdamned iPods, is what it is.”

“Oh my gods.”

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So this is Love?

“Flufftober” series. 5 All Smite X Reader Part 1/3 Word Count: 1.7k

Writing this for self indulgent purposes…enjoy ;)

You huffed in frustration, wiping the water that relentlessly poured down your face from the heavy rain. A crack of thunder is heard overhead as your heels clack against the ground.

Knew I should’ve brought an umbrella to work today…

You stomp your way home, silently chastising yourself for forgetting that it would be raining today- well, technically tonight. Fortunately, you didn’t live too far away.

Just as you pass an alleyway, you heard a cough. You slow down your movements, turning your head to the ominously dark path. 

“H-hello?” You call out, not sure if you wanted a response in this situation. 

Instead, another cough rings out from the darkness, this one sounding more ragged and…wet?

“D-do you need help? It’s raining pretty hard out here…” You trail off, lifting a hand over your eyes to block the cold water from running down your face further. 

Nothing fills the silence this time. 

You take a deep breath before exhaling with a sigh. Just your luck. 

You turn on your heel and walk into the abyss. The night sky and even darker clouds did nothing to help you see in this alley, but there were some (barely) functional streetlights behind you. 

You spot a large figure, kneeling behind a dumpster in a hunched over position. “Sir, a-are you hurt?” You ask, nervously approaching the stranger. 

What were you doing? This is crazy! You, a single woman, are approaching a random man in an alleyway for crying out loud! 

Another sickly cough is ripped from his lungs, his chest heaving as a crimson liquid spills out onto the pavement beneath him. 

Well, this random man in the alleyway clearly needs help. Your brain reminds you. As a nurse, it was hard to ignore your moral code. Guess old habits die hard. 

With another sigh you bend over, inspecting him further. You almost immediately notice a large gash on his side. You quickly cover your mouth to hide your gasp. 

“You’re hurt!” You exclaim as your eyes flickered over his body, searching for any extra injuries.

“Well, obviously.” The man before you sneers, his voice deep and…slightly intimidating if you were being honest. He hacks once more, another concerning amount of blood splattering against the ground as he did so. 

“Here, let me help you.” You offer your hand. Who were you kidding, this guy was a literal giant- no wayyou were lifting him up. 

You see his head tilt to the side, as if he were giving you a once over before scoffing. 

“Come on, you’re seriously hurt, can you walk?” You question, slightly retracting your hand. 

“Yeah…probably.” He answers almost shakily, all previous attitude in his tone gone. 

“Well, you can’t just sit here and bleed out so up you go!” You huff, taking his hand in an unsuccessful attempt to lift him to his feet. 

He sighs to himself before pushing himself up, standing on his feet now. 

And holy shit was he tall. 

“Lean on me if you have to, my apartment’s closer than the hospital so I’ll fix you up there okay?” You say softly, looking up at him to make sure he was okay. 

You found he was already looking down at you. His thick blonde brows were furrowed in an unreadable expression as blood ran from his forehead to his chin. You felt a shiver run down your spine at his intense gaze. You quickly brushed it off, not letting yourself overthink the action. 

“I’ll take that as a yes…” You answer for him, the heavy pitter-patter of the rain drowning out any surrounding sounds other than your soft tone. 

“It’s just down the street.” You lead him out the alleyway, his large arm slung across your shoulder awkwardly as he held his injured side. 

You’re given a curt nod as he hobbles next to you. The sight of your predicament was truly an unruly one, thankfully, the hour of this rainy night prevented anyone from being outside to witness it.

In record time, you made it to your small home. You helped him up the stairs before opening the front door.

“You don’t lock your doors?” Whether it was a look of astonishment or disdain he was giving you, you couldn’t tell. 

“Um…no? Is that weird?” You reply, chuckling to yourself. You led him to your living room, motioning for him to sit on the couch while you looked for your med-kit. 

“Well, seeing how there are villains around these parts that could break in at any time while you’re away- yes. It is very weird.” He says matter-of-factly while you fished through the bathroom cabinets. 

You snort out a laugh from the other side of the house at his reply, coming back with the kit and rag in hand. He then plopped down on the sofa, the furniture dipping in from his size with a dangerous groan.

“Well, with heroes around I guess I haven’t found a reason to lock it.” You hum with a shrug, sitting next to him on the coach. 

“Lift your shirt for me.” 

He did so reluctantly, revealing a deep gash with blood spilling from it. You sharply inhale through your teeth as you hold your rag against the wound. 

“You need a better bed-side face doc.” He quips, a huff of amusement leaving his lips. If the room wasn’t so quiet, you might’ve missed it. 

Wait a minute…Did he see you leave the hospital? No, that’s impossible how did he know you were a nurse? Your gaze then flew to his in shock. “How did you…?” 

“You still have your tag on, you know that right?” He muses with a raised brow. 

Oh. 

Well, that makes more sense. 

You’re taken by surprise when he slowly reads your name aloud. “Hm, a villain could’ve definitely used your identity against you. You need to be more careful, y/n.” He repeats, your name almost sounding natural coming from his lips. 

“Seems to me that you’re awfully paranoid.” You retort, removing the bloodied rag and taking out the gauze. 

“Or you could just be extremely reckless.” He counters as you begin to stuff the wound to prevent further bleeding. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” You say finally, wrapping medical cloth around his midsection. 

A comfortable silence fell over you, nothing being heard but the quiet rain from outside. His gaze eventually fell over you. He’d never had someone so gentle with him, All Smite. The number one villain. Clearly you didn’t know his infamous title, or you wouldn’t have him in your home right now. 

He liked it, the break from not instantly being recognized as the number 1 villain in Japan. Maybe he’ll even thank you for your hospitality. 

You tape up the wrap, making sure it wouldn’t move. “Okay, that should hold until the morning when I can take you in for proper treatment at the hospital.” You say while wiping your hand against your forehead, some light sweat forming after the work.

“Let me know if you bleed through the wraps, I’ll change it out whenever okay?” You spare a quick glance at the man in front of you, zipping up the medical equipment.

He looks down at the bandaging, fingers lightly brushing over the material. Another beat goes by before he speaks. “Thank you.” 

“Of course!” You manage, giving him a quick, biter-sweet smile. “I’ll have to make my way to bed now. I wake up early for my next shift.” You say with an exhausted sigh. 

He raises a brow at your words. It was already late, and to think you would be waking up early for another shift was quite the absurd thought to him. 

“How many hours do you work?” He asks, your eyes meeting to his in surprise. 

“Usually around 40-50 a week, I’m always on call during the week but I get weekends off so…” You say with a shrug. 

He shakes his head. That was…objectively too much. Before he has a chance to respond you’re already speaking again. “Well, goodnight! You’re welcome to sleep in the spare bedroom if you’d like.” You offer, motioning to a room down the hall. 

He nods slowly, watching you walk down a different hallway to where he’d assume were your own personal quarters. 

How interesting you were. Interesting and extremely naive. Not only did you just bring the most feared man in all of Japan inside your own home without even realizing it, you gave him hospitality and left him unattended. 

He chuckles to himself, standing up before walking to the spare room you were talking about. 

Opening the door he is meet with a twin bed adorned with white sheets and a single pillow. Other than the bed and a small coffee table next to a window, the room was utterly bare. 

He hummed to himself, sitting on the bed while looking at the window. He watched the water run down the glass tranquilly, lightning flashing in the distance every so often.

He didn’t think he’d stay until morning, but resting his eyes here couldn’t hurt. There was something warm and endearing about your presence. Something he didn’t even know he was missing until encountering you. 

He’d keep an eye on you, someone who doesn’t lock their doors is sure to be prone to robbery...or some form of villainy. As the man of crime himself, he knew this all too well, more than anyone else. 

He took off his shoes, setting them next to the bed. He laid back into the mattress, the bed frame creaking loudly under his weight. 

Even though his ankles were well off the edge of the bed, he couldn’t recall a time where he’d been this comfortable; so at peace. 

He closed his eyes, he’d stay here and rest. 

At least for a little bit.

[cloudcountry]

a broken symbol ⤿ you bring toshinori out of his mind

comments: i have nothing to say...hello mha fandom...are we still here...

tags: sir nighteye is mentioned, fluff, established relationship, toshinori is whipped, retired toshinori, insecurities.

These days, it doesn’t take much for Toshinori to collapse. He’s been retired for quite a while now but still helps out behind the scenes, always the hero even though he deserves nothing but rest. He ends up excusing himself from his work every hour, only to run to the nearest bathroom and crumple over the first drain he can reach.

His side flares up with pain and he clutches the flesh, feeling the stretched and scarred skin that caused his health to decline so rapidly as he hacks up far too much blood. Despite everything—the scar and the blood he spits up and the way he really doesn’t have a quirk anymore and the way he can’t maintain his muscular form even if he wanted to—he still works.

And at the end of the day, his gnarled, gangly form drags its way over to you, the person he is finally able to love just a little bit, because the public knows he is All Might and he is still very much a target, and he knows he can still protect you but he’d rather not have it come to that.

Each day was harder than the last, more taxing on his broken and battered body. Even simple tasks like getting out of bed were becoming difficult, the scars and residual pain a constant reminder of just how beaten he truly was.

Why were you with a man like him?

What could he give you, really? He wasn’t young anymore, nor was he muscular or flashy. He couldn’t give you the life you deserved, with a partner the same age as you, in top condition, ready to spoil you relentlessly. Instead you got a run down, broken man, his muscles and glory gone. The only thing he could possibly offer you was his smile.

(Not the well trained one for the press, or the one he saved for victims during and after he saved them. The one that only his colleagues and his students have seen, the awkward one that droops a little on the right, the one that makes his eyes shut with peace he hasn’t known in forever, the one that accompanies a nervous laugh.)

He doesn’t notice your presence when he steps through the front door, muttering a soft “I’m home,” as he takes his shoes off in the doorway. You stand there, waiting for him with a ladle in hand, a cute apron wrapped around you. Your touch feels like an anchor when it reaches him, brushing his snarled hair away from his eyes. You look so concerned and it punches him right in the gut, guilt seeping into his expression. He feels so frail in front of you, like a giant skinny bug. Why do you treat him so gently?

Toshinori’s heart squeezes. He doesn’t deserve you. He’s pathetic, a broken symbol of peace, a reminder that he couldn’t do more for the people he wanted to protect, for his Master who bet everything on him, for young Midoriya who looked up at him with stars in his eyes.

You ask him if he’s getting in his own head again. Your words swim around his skull, only barely making sense as he ducks his head, lanky arms pulling you into his chest and holding you close. He doesn’t cry, it’s rare that he ever does, but he doesn’t stop the single tear that falls down his cheek. You hug him back immediately, pressing your hands into his back, and it feels so soft and warm.

What did he do to deserve something—someone—as soft as this?

“You’ve done everything.” you scold, holding him a little tighter.

How can you sound so gentle even when berating him for being pathetic?

No, that’s not what you were doing. You were just loving him.

“You’ve saved millions. You fought for them for decades. You stopped All for One time and time again. You’ve saved the world over and over. You’ve built society from the ground up.” you reprimand him for each mean thought he has about him, piecing him together from the ashes of his legacy.

He doesn’t say anything, slumped over on your shoulder, taking in your words like they’re the softest, sweetest thing he’s heard his whole life.

Everyone else wanted All Might. He was so, so lucky to find the person who loved Toshinori.

“I understand that the world isn’t safe yet, and I get that you will always be a hero at heart. It’s one of the many things I love about you.” you pick and choose your words carefully, he can hear it in your tone, “This is the life you chose and I won’t try to take it away from you. Just let me support you. And for the sake of the world, stop being so harsh on yourself.”

As he gazes at you, he can’t help but think that his world has narrowed down considerably since he retired. He entrusted the Earth to his students and colleagues, putting blood, sweat, and tears into the staircase he built for them, just so they could reach the highest peak and succeed in protecting everyone they cared for. He is, no matter how he feels about it, just a man now. And his world became you a while ago.

It feels selfish for him to admit that to himself. He will never stop caring about the public, the people who put their hopes and dreams on his shoulders and allowed him to carry their burdens for him, but you’re the only one who has ever really taken his burdens.

Maybe it’s because he never allowed anyone else to. He holds you just a little bit tighter, memories of friends long gone who pleaded with him not to go flashing through his mind.

“You will always be a hero, love.” you sigh, brushing his cheek with the back of your hand, “You will forever be my hero. But right now, I want you to just be you.”

That’s right. He shudders in your arms, a remnant of what once was, but this remnant loves you with every shattered bit of him.

“Right.” he says, voice low and soft.

He hardly has the energy to say anything else, but he knows he doesn’t have to.

Not when it’s you.

[your-soup-overlord]

A tiny look into one of the fics called It's My Party (And I'll Cry If I Want To)!

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“Why don’t you just tell them?” Jazz asks Danny once she sits down on his bed, pushing aside his blankets and patting beside her.

“Mom and Dad love you, metagene or not.” She continues.

“Seriously, Jazz, we’ve been over this.” Danny sighs, sitting next to his sister as she turns to face him better, “They hate ghosts, and have threatened to rip phantom apart molecule by molecule. If they’re willing to do that, then what makes you think they’ll stop once they find out their son is a ghost?”

Jazz frowns, “Danny, I know the accident was terrible and horrifying for you, but you’re not a ghost. You need to accept the fact that it simply activated your dormant metagene and gave you ghost adjacent powers.”

“How can I have a metagene when both mom and dad don’t have one! Jazz, I know you don’t want to believe it but-“

“No Danny,” Jazz exclaims as she cuts him off, “ You’re alive. You can’t be a ghost, because ghosts are unfeeling and-“

“Jazz, just stop!” Danny yells, slightly teary. He stands up off the bed, putting some place between him and Jazz as she also stands up with a deepening frown.

“I know you don’t want to believe it but I am a ghost, I died in that accident. I know you don’t want to believe it, but if I can somehow come to terms with it then why can’t you?”

Jazz just stares him down with her disappointed stare. After a few quiet seconds she then sighs, looking exasperated and somehow even more disappointed as she levels him with a harsh glare.

“Even Sam and Tuck agree, Danny. You’re going to far with this ghost thing! I don’t care what that yeti says, or any of those other creatures! You’re not dead. You have a heartbeat and most importantly, you care. You’re not evil, and all this death talk is beginning to freak Tucker out!  And you especially need to stop around Sam. They’ve begun talking to me about it, and about how you’re scaring them. And, well, we’ve all agree that you need to stop fighting those ghosts. Mom and Dad are perfectly capable of getting them, so from now on you’re benched. Those horrible things have been filling your head with lies, and it’s becoming a problem.”

Jazz declares before she walks out, keeping that awful disappointed glare on him.

Danny slams the door behind her, silently seething and holding back tears. They talk about his death so easily! Yet they don’t care to acknowledge it. Danny died, whether they want to accept it or not, and there was nothing they could do about it.

[waywardwritesstuff]

Pspspspsps Wayward it's Vi 👀 Can I request some fluffy relationship headcanons with Toshi? If you write for him ^=^

Of course :D (I'm starting to fall for him a little bit myself, I love the dad types haha)

Fluffy Toshinori Yagi Head Canons

When you two go walking out in the city, he likes to hold your hand, periodically placing little kisses on your hand. On your fingers, knuckles, top of you hand. Just doing it whenever he remembers

He's not the best cook in the world, but he really just likes being able to make food for you, he likes cooking with you as well and when you're sick he tries to recipes to see if anything will help you get better quickly

Sometimes he get's a little self conscious about his eyes, he wants you to be ablet to see the eyes you fell in love with, not the sunken blackness of his cursed ones. But you tell him that you love all of him no matter what, and you still think his eyes are beautiful

He always tells you he loves you whenever he can, especially since being number one means he's in danger and you would be in danger if anyone knew you were with him, he's worried he might go to work one day and forget to say "I love you" and it'll be the last time he'll see you.

He loved sharing his clothes with you. They were usually so big they hung off you like a blanket rather than an article of clothing. He found it cute watching you waddle around in his shirts or hoodies, the hems of them always kissing the floor.

He likes picking you up a lot. No real reason he just likes knowing that he can. Even if it's just to walk you inside from the balcony, or from the bedroom to the lounge room. Just holding you close knowing he can keep you safe.

I hope you enjoyed those. I've never written for Toshi before but I hope these are mostly canon compliant.

Thanks for the ask girl!

[the-anime-enthusiast]

cuddles with small might? please please🥺💖

YES OFC! 😍

(i love when y'all ask me for underrated characters 😌)

Also quick warning pintrest did me NO justice when looking for reference pics so pls forgive 😣

MHA CHARACTERS CUDDLE HEADCANNONS - TOSHINORI YAGI 💪 (SMALL MIGHT)

#1 - Him on Top (that sounds bad sry 💀)

Y'all ever had a partner just come home from work suuuuper sleepy and looking for love and they just plop on top of you without a word? Yeah, he's that partner fs. 🫶

Literally just the exact same thing or instead of him plopping on top of you after a long day at work he throws himself onto the bed next to you and pulls you over him 💞

#3 - ✨ Combination ✨

#2 - Partner on Top (again sry 😭)

Bro sticks his face STRAIGHT INTO YOUR NECK ‼️Gets all warm and cozy just breathing you in, pulling you closer with his (HUGE) hands 😌

#4 - Uno Reverse ↩️

Bro just wants to be held ong 😭 Something Abt his partner being big spoon just makes him so happy 🫶 Loves to be all wrapped up in his partners arm, legs tangled with each other, their nose buried into the back of his neck, HE EATS IT UP ‼️

AHHH OKAY! IM LOVING THIS SERIES ALREADY 😍😍😍

Like I said I LOVE WHEN YALL ASK ME FOR UNDERRATED CHARACTERS 🫶🫶 It's literally my favorite thing bc MHA UNDERRATED CHARACTERS ARE THE BEST CHARACTERS 🫶 Anyways...So here's the small might one!! One of my fav characters (he's adorable) lemme know what you think and PLS REQUEST CHARACTERS 🫶 I love doing these and don't be afraid to ask for some random obscure characters I literally have a special place in my heart for every. single. MHA character. And when I say all of them I mean all of them 😭 From Selkie to Gang Orca, or even the basics like Hawks and Bakugo I GOT U head cannons are my specialty just DONT BE AFRAID TO ASK‼️

LOVE YALL BYE‼️‼️

[smuttyfang]

All Might, You Embarrass Yourself With Your Quirk

“"I'm big small might Simp but not an all might Simp (If I met him in his big form I'll most likely to feel uncomfortable or intimidated), and what makes some know that the reader likes him is cuz of an animal quirk? (cats with big pupil) and uncomfortable with all might (owls puffing up feather a bit not allot tho). I like the idea of the reader working in UA in someway. she mentally go to normal to BOOM! LOTS OF SEROTONIN! but tries her best to keep cool and not make a fool of herself (but kinda does) in front of small might no less I'm not sure if you take curtain quirk or hero costumes requests but I do like a loose hero custume for the reader (tight clothes makes me feel insecure tbh) and an a nocturnal animal quirk! If not thats ok 👌."

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"This will be interesting!" You said, leaning over to your good friend, the hero Midnight.

"Oh yes, this one will be delicious." She said, seductively as usual. You stared at the large screen in front of you. You were both sitting with a few other staff members and students watching the first term final exam. Up next was Eraser's battle against Momo and Shoto. Shoto was always an interesting one during these battles. Before the match began, Midnight turned toward you. "So, have you given any more thought to it?"

"Well.." You had recently been introduced to some of the other teachers at U.A. by Midnight. At first it was simply as friends, but they all have really been pushing for you to be involved with the school, even becoming one of the teachers. "I have still been thinking about it. It's a big decision."

"I know, I know. But you could really help put these students in a good position." She giggled. "But seriously, I know your quirk would be useful for teaching them more silent but necessary skills. " She did have a point. Your quirk was useful for operations that required more delicate handling. Since you had the skills of an owl, and the wings, it was extremely easy for you to follow someone silently and stay quiet. You could turn your feet into owl like claws as well to hold yourself on branches and the sides of buildings. "You could also help students who have trouble with balance."

"Yes, I suppose that is true." You placed your fingers on your chin, humming to yourself and thinking. "Maybe, I'm just not sure that I.." You began to speak, but you heard the door to the room open and close. Before you realized it, All Might himself was standing right in front of you. He was wearing.. a suit? It didn't seem like he felt comfortable in it. He would awkwardly pull on his collar and try to pull it away from his neck. He looked at Midnight.

"Hey, Midnight. This a friend?" He gave you a very gentle smile. It felt like your heart jumped.

"Yes, she may be working here soon if I can finally convince her to." All Might sat down beside of you and held his hand out to you.

"We could use all the help we can get. It's nice to meet you then." You felt your wings lightly raise up and flutter, along with your heart. You shakily took his hand in yours and shook it. "Um.. Are you alright? Your wings are flapping." You realized you were creating somewhat of a breeze behind yourself because your wings kept flapping. Some papers flew about the room. You scrambled and tried to hold them down with your hands.

"I, uh.. yeah! That just happens sometimes! Hehe.." You were mortified. It felt like you were already making a complete fool of yourself in front of him.

"I see." He laughed. "You don't need to hide them, they're uh, nice." He rubbed the back of his head. You didn't expect that he would be a nervous type of person. Your wings fluttered even more hearing him say that to you, and you couldn't control them any longer after that. You blushed hard, pushing your face into Midnight's chest to hide. She giggled at you.

"So, did you change your mind about working here yet?" She asked you, slyly. Looking up at her still blushing madly, you whispered to her quietly.

"I definitely want to teach here." She giggled at you and grinned.

"Oh? Why the sudden change of heart, hmm?" She teased. She knew damn well what the reason was.

"Shut up." You pulled away from her, crossing your arms. You looked to All Might. His eyes were trained on the screen, watching the students. It was easy to see how much he cared for them. You tried to avoid staring, and continued with watching the match. Once that match had finished, All Might stood.

"I guess I should prepare for mine." He stretched his arms upward. "Would you like to walk with me?" You felt like screaming out loud you were so happy.

"Oh, absolutely!" You said excitedly. He held his hand out to you to help you up, like a true gentleman. "Thank you.." He really wasn't doing much of anything, but it was still making your heart race. You both began walking out of the room and down the hall together.

"So, you are going to teach then?" He asked.

"I believe so, yes." You nodded. "If I can have the patience, I will do my best."

"You will learn how to have it quickly and easily, I'm sure." He smiled at you. "Then I will be happy to see you in action."

"I definitely don't have anything flashy, but I think some of the things I know are quite practical." You rubbed the back of your neck. "I just hope I can teach, I've never done anything like this before."

"Maybe we could discuss teaching methods, I'm still fairly new to this whole teaching thing." He laughed. You both approached the door to exit and head outside. Steam started rolling off of his body.

"That would be nice, once I get started anyways." His body started to grow larger.

"Over coffee?" He asked, still with a normal and gentle voice.

"I would love that." His transformation was finished, and his appearance was now that of the #1 hero.

"Well, I'll see you soon, then!" He jumped off the ground, laughing loudly, headed toward the battlefield for his match with his students.

AO3

[waddledeedee]

Biological Dadmight + Baby Izuku — Izuku's Outdoor Adventure!

Summary:

On his day off, Toshinori and his young son Izuku spend the day together with a nature walk through the woods. Along the way, they make some unexpected new friends!

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ao3: link

The morning sunlight that radiates in through the curtains is blinding when Toshinori slowly blinks his eyes awake. He looks around the room, coming to, before taking in the sight of his little boy still laying on top of his chest, fast asleep. The man takes a deep breath in then out through his nose, feeling as at peace now as he’s ever been. 

Yagi can’t bring himself to move, at least not yet. He opts for bringing his hand to Izuku’s hair instead, working through messy, green curls with so gentle of fingers. It’s hardly an uncommon sight to wake up to on a taskless morning, but even still he’d be damned if he didn’t savor every moment like this; Izuku will only be four for so long, and the man can almost shiver at the thought of having to let him go off on his own someday, unconsciously holding his baby boy closer.

As the minutes draw along, Toshinori slowly takes to stroking, pating, caressing the boy’s back from his shoulders to his hips, hoping the chill of early fall wasn’t making him too cold. He gently rouses the boy when it appears Izuku is slowly starting to come to, whispering his name softly into the morning air.

Izuku hums in contentment, tiny fingers rubbing the sleep from his eyes with a big yawn. “Is it morning already, Daddy?”

“Yes, birdie, it’s morning indeed! And it sure is a bright one out there! But we can lay in bed for a little longer if you’re still sleepy,” Toshinori smiles with all the warmth and sincerity in his gaze, gently stroking his fingers across the boy’s forehead. 

Little Izuku smiles contentedly through closed eyes with a little nod of his head, his bright green eyes shining in the glow of morning daylight when he opens them just a crack.

Yagi’s heart swells when those big, sparkling green eyes gaze right at him. If only he could keep him this small and innocent forever, there’s nothing more he could ever ask for. But even still, Toshinori would still selfishly want to see his boy all grown up one day, hopefully walking through U.A.’s big gates as he sets off to make a legacy of his own. God, Toshinori is going to be so, so proud of him one day.

Just the thought alone couldn’t stop the smile that spread across Yagi’s lips. He returns to slowly rubbing the kid’s back, still whispering because he just couldn’t speak any louder.

“Anything you want to do, my boy? I don’t have patrol until later on tonight, so I’m all yours today.”

When Izuku giggles happily, Toshinori swears his heart will explode one of these days.

“I wanna go on an adventure, just me and daddy! I wanna play outside!”

All Might hums in thought, a hand still absentmindedly tracing shapes across his back. The kid sure seems eager for an outdoor excursion; there’s blue skies and sun at the very least, but what to do is the question. Him and the boy only live in a small apartment complex, so it’s not like they have this big backyard for the kid to run free in. But either way, he figures it’s good to let the boy get out and enjoy the sun for a while.

He gently smiles.

“Yes, we can definitely go outside for a bit. We’ll go for a walk somewhere, okay? I’m sure the fresh air will do us both plenty of good.”

Izuku seemed well more than on-board with the idea.

“Can we take a walk through the woods? I want to see all the trees!”

Toshinori laughs; his kid is absolutely adorable. He pats the boy on the head with one of his signature grins plastered on his face.

“Haha! Well of course we can go to the woods, birdie! That’s a perfect idea! We’ll have a nice, long walk through the trees, and we’ll watch the squirrels gathering their nuts, and the birds as they fly overhead. Sound good?”

“Yes!!! Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!”

Yagi laughs louder as the boy scrambles to get off the bed in an excited hurry. He - much more slowly - lifts his old and weary body to a sitting position, reaching for his daily medication on the end table. Hopefully he won’t be too achy today.

“Hahaha, hold your horses now, kiddo! We need to have breakfast and change out of our bedtime clothes before we go. We can’t go hungry!”

Izuku pauses from where he was crouched down on the floor, a hand already reached towards his sneakers in the closet. Yagi can do no more than chuckle at the boy’s impatience, shaking his head in amusement.

“Alright, birdie, go get changed,” Toshinori instructs once he managed to get out of bed himself, gathering his own clothes from the dresser. “I’ll get dressed, and after we eat breakfast, we’ll go for our nature walk., okay?”

“Okay, Daddy!” Izuku obeys without any qualms, making a dash for the door to depart to his own room full of clothes.

He’s a really great kid, Toshinori honestly has no complaints; Izuku’s even recently started getting dressed and brushing his teeth by himself, though he still won’t sleep in his own bed. Yagi is probably the guilty one here for not trying harder in that regard, but what can he say, the man can’t fully rest if that boy isn’t safe and sound in his arms. When Izuku gets old enough and starts sleeping in his own bed in his own room, Toshinori will surely be the one who struggles the most. 

Yagi is quick to get ready, putting on his favorite pair of jeans for days off and a red button-up. He doesn’t wear a tie if he doesn’t have to go to work or anywhere important, but the man still wears his wrist-watch faithfully, reaching for it on the dresser automatically. He makes it way out to the kitchen as he clips it to his wrist, inspecting the contents of the refrigerator to see what was on-hand to prepare. Izuku is already impatient enough to get going, so he’ll have to settle on something he can prepare quickly.

As soon as Toshinori has gathered up his ingredients and has flicked on the burner, he’s immediately on high alert when he hears a loud thump from down the hall, his feet already stampeding down the hall before the whimper of a cry that accompanies.

“Izuku?! Is everything okay, little one?!”

Just as soon that Yagi steps foot in the doorway does a sobbing wail for his daddy tears its way out of Izuku’s throat. He’s sitting in the middle of the floor in just his underwear, all the while his hoodie is tangled up in his arms and stuck on his head. Toshinori immediately notices the trembling of his fragile, little legs, and now what was seemingly the bigger problem here as his eyes take note of the bright red color of his ankle, more than likely pulsating and irritated with pain from the fall he took.

Poor kid, Toshinori can only think, he must have struck it off a corner or a piece of furniture.

“Come here, baby,” Toshinori is on his knees beside his boy, his first instinct being to reach out and fix that sweater caught around his head, “tell Daddy what happened.”

“I…” he sniffles, eyes big and bleary as he shudders for a breath of air. Yagi can only muster his most kind and gentle smile as he rubs his hands up and down the child’s shoulders, cooing and shushing him as sobs continue to wrack his little body. “I-I hurt myself.”

“Where are you hurting?” Yagi still asks, despite immediately redirecting his attention to the outstretched ankle, fingers now delicately inspecting at the area. “Did you get an owwie right here?”

With his lips pulled into a tight frown, Izuku silently nods his head.

“That’s my brave, strong boy,” Toshinori grins and ruffles his kid’s hair, his heart so fuzzy with warmth that the kid was always so full of trust for him, not once complaining about him touching the throbbing area. “You’re going to be just fine.”

Izuku wipes his nose in the back of his fist as big, fat tears proceed to trickle down his freckled cheeks. In a quiet, timid voice, he murmurs, “Are you sure?”

“I’m absolutely sure, birdie. I promise.”

Toshinori carefully lifts the boy’s foot up so it’s resting on his lap, rubbing his large, warm hand over the bone.

“See? Look, no blood, no scratches, no nothing. I think you just fell a little suddenly and scared yourself more than anything, my poor, sensitive baby.”

Izuku’s lip pulls into a pout at the accusation, eyebrows knitted, and Yagi can only laugh as he cleans up the boy’s face. God, teasing him was priceless!

Once Izuku was okay again, his dad gently lowers the foot from his knee and leans in to press a kiss over the little, round bone on his ankle, the suspected area of pain. 

“There, Daddy made it aaaaaall better.”

Just to be safe, Toshinori helped Izuku get into his pants and put his socks on for him, doing his best to cheer him up and salvage the day. Once he slid the last sock on his foot, saving the bad ankle for last, Yagi stands back up with a grunt before slipping two hands under the boy’s arms. The man hoists him up and carries him on his hip, using the palm of his hand to wipe some excess drool from his child’s lips.

“Look at you, still so damn tiny! I should keep you in my pocket!”

“Daddy,” Izuku whines - more like groans, like the cranky little thing he is. Still, Yagi grins from ear to ear as they make their way back out to the kitchen. “You’re teasing me again! Stop!”

“Damn right I’m teasing you, baby bird. You’re so tiny and cute, I can’t help but tease you!”

Izuku’s response is merely another grunt before Yagi is placing him on the floor in front of the closet, now sat in the same spot he had been earlier this morning in an attempt to get his shoes.

“Now, do you have a pair of shoes in mind to wear today, little one?”

And ah, yes, there’s that perfect smile again just as Yagi intended; those grabby hands reached out and plucked his favorite pair off the rack. 

“I want to wear my light up sneakers!”

All Might laughs heartily at the mention of those damned sneakers; the kid has refused to put anything else on his feet since he bought them for him a few weeks ago.

“Really? The light up sneakers, birdie? You really like those, huh?”

“I sure do!” Izuku prides himself on, slipping his feet inside and securing the velcro himself. “Daddy and I picked them out together at the store!”

“We sure did! And we did an amazing job, didn’t we?”

“We did a great job! I look super cool in them, don’t I, daddy?”

All Might grins widely, finding the boy’s confidence nothing if not endearing. He had the cutest little sing-song voice that Toshinori takes any excuse he can to keep him talking; that is, if he doesn’t bite those chubby little cheeks off first.

“Why, of course you look super cool in those sneakers! And you wanna hear a little secret?”

Toshinori intentionally lowers his tone, unable to contain the smirk on his lips when Izuku leans his face in closer, looking as serious and intrigued about the mention of ‘secret’ as ever.

Lifting a hand to the side of his face, Yagi whispers, “I heard that you might even have the COOLEST shoes in all of Japan!”

And oh, the dramatic gasp and big bright smile had to be the most amusing thing ever.

“Really?! I do?!”

“You sure do, birdie! And I bet every bird and squirrel you come across will immediately become your best friend just because of those flashy lights! You’ll be like a Disney princess, my boy.”

“I can’t wait!!!”

Izuku is practically shaking with excitement now. Yagi grins widely as his boy jumps up and down, unable to contain himself. Man, doesn’t he have the most precious kid ever? He pats Izuku on the head again, straightening back up.

“Haha, don’t worry, we’ll get there soon! Just give Daddy a few more minutes to finish making breakfast and then we will be on our way! Can’t be going out on an adventure on an empty belly now, can we?”

Izuku nods his head hurriedly, scurrying after Yagi into the kitchen like his own shadow.

They proceed to put together a nice breakfast for two, Toshinori allowing his little one to help with the easy parts as he was so eager to insist. After a yummy breakfast, the two are all packed and ready to go.

“Daddy!” Izuku’s voice draws Yagi away from his cell phone, the man having sent his son off to brush his teeth. He raises an eyebrow in question, seeing his boy hold up a sweater he must of gotten from Toshinori’s closet. “Don’t forget to bring a sweater with you! You might get cold!

All Might can only smile with the utmost fondness, gladly taking the hoodie from his hands and slipping it on over his head.

“There we go,” Yagi says as he tugs the material down over his chest. “Happy now, birdie?”

Izuku beams, nodding his head. “Yes! Thank you!”

All Might grins at him and reaches over to ruffle his hair, plucking a cap from a hook by their front door. 

“So polite, you are. Such a good boy.”

Izuku lights up from the praise like he always does, and with that Yagi swings open the front door to their apartment and steps outside. The gentle breeze is a little chilly, but with the sky so blue and full of sun, it was a gorgeous day outside.

“Now hold on to my hand, okay?” Toshinori instructs as the pair depart down the steps leading out of their apartment building. He says that every time they go out, so tiny fingers had already reached for his hand before he had even finished his question. “I don’t want us getting separated, especially when we get out to the trail.”

Izuku agrees readily with a smile up at Yagi, the gentle winds ruffling through his curls.

Yagi would sure as hell do everything all over again if it meant protecting that smile forever.

After a five minute walk, the pair make it to the forest and embark on their trek through the trees, following a safe gravel path that wouldn’t lead them anywhere too far or dangerous. Yagi was sure to walk slowly and keep the boy close to his side, holding true to his word as he held his hand nice and firm the entire time.

Every now and then a bird chirped and a few squirrels ran about, and some of them even stopped to stare at his boy curiously. Toshinori laughed to himself every time the kid would jump and squeal that he made a new friend. It was incredibly endearing, so much so that Yagi hoped to take Izuku here on a weekly basis if the weather stays nice for a little while longer.

As the two continue to make their way down the path, relaxed and taking in the scenery, Izuku pipes up in thought. “I hope we see some duckies today too!”

All Might raises an eyebrow at the boy’s choice in animal. Ducks? Really?

“Ducks, huh? Why ducks specifically, birdie?”

“I don’t know, I just think they’re really cute and round, especially when they waddle around on the grass, I can’t contain how excited I get!”

Yagi had to say, those were all excellent enough reasons. Sure, ducks were cute when they’re round and waddling, but they could also be so aggressive and pesky depending on their nature. The only bird worse than ducks were definitely geese; he certainly has zero intentions of going sight-seeing in Canada ever again!

“Hmmm, well, we may see some on our walk, but I can’t promise they’re going to be as cute as you imagine, baby bird.”

“Oh… really?” The man already cringes at the disappointed he hears in his tone. “Does daddy not like the duckies?”

Yagi looks down at the boy with a sad, guilty smile, not meaning to crush his excitement altogether; that was the last thing he wanted. The man can’t really say he dislikes the kid’s favorite animal now, could he?

“Oh no, birdie, I like ducks, it’s just…. well… sometimes they can be a little unfriendly. Just don’t get too close to them, okay? I don’t want them getting upset and pecking your face. They can be very vicious creatures, it’s not good to put too much trust in birds and wildlife in general.”

“Oh…” Izuku’s disappointment and gloom only manages to deepen even more, and god damn it, Yagi, what the hell is the matter with you?!

“H-Hey now,” Toshinori speaks up again, hesitantly and certainly more nervous this time in trying to accomplish damage control, “don’t start getting pouty on Daddy now, okay? It’s not that all birds are mean, they just…. can be. Like geese. Geese can be absolute bastards. But you said you like ducks, yeah? Most ducks are pretty harmless! You just need to watch your fingers and keep them away from their beaks, ‘cause they are pretty yappy creatures—”

“Oh, Daddy! Daddy! Look!”

Toshinori’s - desperate - ramblings are cut off by the halt in Izuku’s feet and the eager tugging on the man’s sleeve. Toshinori looks forward again, trying to see the same thing his son was looking at.

“I see duckies walking down the path!” Izuku gasps in amazement

Yagi looks in the direction the boy is pointing and, sure enough, there are small group of ducks making their way down the path they’re currently standing on. He can’t help but smile, amused at the boy’s reaction and… Well, maybe the ducks are kind of cute, he supposes.

“Wow, birdie, you’re right! Look how many there are! They’re quite round, aren’t they?”

“They are, look! They’re eating the wet grass!”

Yagi chuckles as he watches the ducks take a detour into the neighboring grass, seeming to really be enjoying their wet breakfast. It must of rained earlier that morning.

“Haha! Look at those little suckers go!” Toshinori keeps up the optimism, him and his boy still stopped at a respectable distance away to observe them. “You know, it’s amazing how you learn something new every day. I really had no idea ducks like eating wet grass this much!”

“Me neither, but they look really happy!”

His boy certainly looked really happy, too; Izuku was barely containing himself, he was that ecstatic. 

Toshinori is just as happy himself, though definitely not for the same reason his boy is; Yagi couldn’t help but just to be here in the moment and enjoy his kid’s genuine amazement at such a simple scene of nature. God, there’s nothing Yagiprided himself more on than seeing Izuku so happy; there’s no amount of money in the world that could do his heart any better.

Yagi’s train of thought is cut off by another tug at his sleeve.

“Oh- oh! Daddy, look! They’re walking toward us, look!!!”

Toshinori’s eyes widen in surprise to see that the posse of ducks have, in fact, started waddling toward them.

“W-woah…” Toshinori manages a poor attempt at a laugh, his nervousness bleeding through as he instinctively takes a small step in front of Izuku, half-blocking him from sight. Damn it, they’re actually coming closer?!

“K-Keep close to me birdie, I don’t want them getting antsy.”

While Yagi was borderlining a heart attack right now, Izuku was anything but fearful. Hand still locked in a tight, trembling grip with his dad’s, the boy uses his free hand to give the birds a little wave.

“Hi duckies!” He giggles without a care in the world, completely oblivious to the fact that Toshinori was genuinely debating activating the remaining embers of his quirk to blast him and his son far, far away from that cluster of demons.

Toshinori watches as the flock of ducks close even more distance between them, stopping at about twenty meters from them. They stand there, as if waiting for something.

God damn BIRDS!

“Looks like they came to say hi, birdie,” Yagi chuckles, trying to contain the shake in his voice to keep things light-hearted for his boy. “Maybe they like you. I can’t understand how they could resist your charm.”

“Hehehe, they are so silly!”

Yagi can’t help an honest chuckle either; they really are so strange, and Toshinori was quick to realize just what it was that had the creatures so captivated.

“Hehe… birdie, look closely and notice what it is exactly that they’re staring at.”

It takes a small moment of confusion looking down at his feet and at the ducks before Yagi’s thought registers with Izuku as well, eliciting a short gasp.

He hadn’t realized that the ducks were, in fact, watching the glow of his light-up sneakers!

“Oh my goodness! They like my feet!”

“Haha, it seems that way to me too, my boy!”

When father and son start walking down the trail again, the two of them watch as the ducks start following from behind, keeping a good five or so meters between them.

Izuku keeps stealing glances back over his shoulder. “Where do you think they’re going, Daddy?”

All Might looks back for a moment at the group of ducks who are, indeed, following them. He really didn’t have an answer for it, himself. 

“Well, perhaps they like you so much that they’ve decided to lead us to where they wanna go. They’re our personal duck guides now! Isn’t that awesome?”

Izuku laughs. “Maybe it’s you they like!”

“Haha, birdie, I’m pretty sure they’re more interested in you. Why would they be interested in me? My old shoes aren’t nearly as cool as your flashy sneakers!”

“Hehe, I suppose that’s true!”

All Might chuckles again with a shake of his head.

“Yeah, those ducks are obsessed with your shoes. You might have to be careful, they might try and steal those sneakers from your feet~”

“WHAT?! Oh noooooo, not my shoes!”

All Might can’t help but continue to tease the boy for his own satisfaction, grinning at the kid’s reaction. It’s so damn easy to rile him up too, he absolutely adores it.

“Oh yes! You better watch out, birdie! You have to keep a good eye on those shoes of yours, or else the ducks might take them from you! Then they’ll have the coolest shoes in all of Japan!”

In a mad panic, Izuku practically lunges and clambers until he’s climbing up Yagi’s back - “Woah, kid, what are you doing?!” - staring back at the ducks all frightfully as he latches his arms around his dad’s neck.

“Daddy, no! Don’t let them eat me!”

Toshinori stumbles in his footing from the surprise weight added to his back, but he recovers just as quickly all the same, shooting out his hands to make sure he wasn’t going to fall.

“Oh, birdie, they’re not gonna eat you!!” More teasing laughter ensues. “They’re just ducks!!”

“Then… Then why are they quacking so much?”

All Might grins from ear to ear, finding this whole situation now incredibly amusing.

“Ducks quack all the time, my boy! I guess they’re pretty vocal about their love of your shoes, eh?”

All the same, Izuku clings on tighter and buries his nose in Toshinori’s shoulder, seemingly unconvinced as he wouldn’t dare look back at the ducks anymore, the poor thing.

Toshinori turns his head to the side just a little bit to look back at the boy around his neck, giving him a reassuring smile as two fingers pinch his chubby cheek.

“You’re safe with Daddy, angel. I’m always here.”

He wins a small smile at that, the boy seemingly content after a few more minutes of walking. Eventually, Izuku pipes up again, voice quiet but far more relaxed all the same.

“They might want to eat my shoes, but they’re still really cute, aren’t they?”

“They sure are. But they don’t hold a candle to just how cute my baby boy is.”

He grips the kid’s legs around his waist and continues walking, the ducks continuing to waddle along behind them.

“Oh, look! There’s a pond up ahead, maybe that’s where they’re going!”

Yagi looks ahead to where the boy is pointing, eyes widening a bit when he sees the pond at the end of the foot path.

“Oh! So there is! Good eye, birdie! I guess these ducks want us to have a little pit stop at the pond, eh?”

The two stop in the middle of the path and watch as the yappy ducks take their expected detour towards the water. Yagigrins, amused by the situation as a whole; it sure made for an eventful day, all things considered. He turns his attention back to the kid on his back.

“Looks like they know what they wanna do! They’re going to reach the pond before we do, the fast little suckers!”

“Hehehe, look, there’s more ducks already in the pond! There’s so many!”

All Might looks out across the still, blue pond where sure enough, there were more ducks swimming and paddling around in the water. It’s nice and cool here in the woods, especially with the trees blocking the wind and the sun reflecting a beautiful glow in patches across the glassy surface. It’s certainly a beautiful sight, that’s for certain.

“Whoa! You’re right! Maybe this is where they live. The two of us just so happen to have stumbled across their home!”

“I hope we’re welcome and not intruding.”

Yagi chuckles and pats the kid’s knee lovingly.

“Don’t worry, birdie, I’m certain they wanted us to see their home or else they wouldn’t have led us here! They’ve been so chatty with us too, after all!”

“There’s a row of baby duckies floating in the water too! They must be following their mommy or daddy!

It sure was an adorable sight seeing such itty-bitty ducklings following the mother duck, that’s for sure. Maybe ducks are a lot cuter than Yagi had originally thought.

“Aww! They look so cute, all following Mama duck!”

“Hehe they are so tiny!””

Yagi nods and grins in agreement.

“They are! Look at them! Look how small they are! Such cute little balls of fluff! Just like you, eh birdie?”

“Noooooooooo! He teases me again!”

Toshinori chuckles heartily at the whining cry that followed. “Hahaha! Yes, birdie! You are just as cute as those baby ducks! Why else would I always be calling you my cute, little baby bird!”

Izuku erupts into a fit of giggles, leaning his head against his daddy’s as they continue to watch their duck friends all start to float across the water in a little group.

Toshinori smiles at the scene, the boy seeming to be at perfect ease on his back watching the ducks in an engrossed silence. Things in the past several weeks have been going so much better than they have been lately; the boy is opening up, feeling safer, and getting more sleep at night. As a father, Yagi couldn’t ask for anything more.

He let’s out a soft breath and reaches his right hand to hold the boy’s tiny hands on his shoulder.

“Daddy?” Izuku breaks the tranquil silence, though not by much, considering how quiet he spoke as if not wanting to break it either. 

The moment that word leaves the boy’s mouth, All Might can’t suppress the warm feeling in his chest; he’ll never get tired of being called that.

“Yeah, birdie? What is it, kiddo?”

Toshinori was half afraid that maybe he caught on to his shift in mood, that he managed to miraculously read his mind somehow.

Maybe he had, Yagi will never know.

“We should have a campfire tonight!”

All Might grins at the kid’s idea, so sudden and out of the blue, such child-like spontaneity.

“Yeah? You wanna make a campfire? It has been a good day, hasn’t it? I don’t see why not, kiddo!”

“Yay!” Izuku cheers. “I want to learn how to roast a marshmallow!”

“Haha, you want to try roasting a marshmallow, eh? Yeah, let’s do it! I’ll make sure it’s the most perfect, most golden-brown, and most delicious marshmallow in the whole wide world!”

“Good luck, Daddy! It won’t be as good as mine, though!”

All Might chuckles and shakes his head, his chest aching and lips sore with how much he’s laughed and smiled in one day.

“Oh, really now? You think you can roast a better marshmallow than the world’s best marshmallow roaster? That’s a pretty bold claim, birdie, I’m impressed!”

“Hehe, come on, let’s start the walk back home. I don’t want to disturb the duckies any more!”

With one last laugh Yagi nods in agreement, lingering only a moment longer before they start the walk back home.

“Aww, you’re worried about disturbing them? You’re such a caring kid, you know that?”

“Well, duckies are no less of a life than we are, are they not?” Izuku responds ever so casually, still riding Toshinori’sback for the remainder of the trek.

Yagi feels the moment his heart managed to swell with even more warmth. God, this kid continues to amaze him every single day.

“Of course not, birdie. That is an incredibly wise way of thinking and such a kind way to think.” He pats the boy’s knee and squeezes his legs affectionately.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Yagi feels the weight of Izuku’s head now resting against his shoulder, probably sleepy from the day’s excitement, “for spending today with me today. I had a lot of fun.”

Yagi smiles sweetly at the boy, craning his neck and pressing a lingering kiss to the side of his little boy’s forehead. “Of course, angel, I had a lot of fun spending time with you, too. I always have a lot of fun with you. Even when you outdo me at everything I’ve ever been good at! SIGH.”

Izuku giggles this time at his dad’s teases, leaning forward to press his own kiss to Toshinori’s cheek. “Love you.”

“Hehe… I love you too, birdie.”

[yamishika]

Trying my hand at writing something different to my usual darker/psychological writing.

I’m always told I should try write something lighter, well challenge accepted. I don’t know how light it is but let’s see when I publish it soon 😅

Cause at this moment I’m only decent at writing mindfuckery, either it’s so dark you’re like “wtf did I just read” or it’s so crack and like an acid trip it’s like “wtf did I just read”

Let’s see if I can broaden my horizons.

Or not if this is a fail

[spiderpawzsys]

Why are rayne fans on ao3 so horny I JUST WANNA SEE THEM HOLD HANDS AND KISS WITHOUT KNOWING THEYRE GAY

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TOSHINORI YAGI X READER {TRISTIS OCULIS." or: "YOU HAVE SAD EYES," }

A/N: It's Writermask, and it's my first post as the ✨BaCkUp bLoG✨!!! I officially got permission by Mod Eve (once-upon-a-scenario, you should really check them out if u already don't follow them), and am so happy!!! 😊this is a new writing s t y l e I've tried, and I hope u enjoy!!

Warnings: ooc Toshinori, mentions of blood, implications of abuse and depression.

HIS eyes are blue. 

They're the most bluest you've ever seen- bright, bright sapphire hues, the rich spill of azure and cerulean over the black of the canvas, a slice of cloudless skies, the crystalline haze of the ocean. 

And because you can recognize and dissect the character of a person through the shapes and colors of their eyes, (you know that sounds weird, and vaguely disturbing, even inside your head)- you know his eyes are the eyes of someone trustworthy, the eyes of a caring, friendly person- not the usually jaded, maybe even angry individual you usually encounter on these late night shifts.

(It's… refreshing, in a sense. Sort of, anyway. At least he's not glaring at you, impatiently grinding his teeth as you check his things out, or radiating the stifling aura of someone intimidating and not to be trifled with (like that Yakuza man with the cold, golden eyes that you met last week, but you digress), like the usual pew of customers that trickle in at this time of the night. 

Instead, this man just looks… incredibly tired even as he manages a polite, feeble smile for you, and his skinny, frail-looking frame slumps with fatigue, like he's particularly world-weary today- as though the weight of the world is resting on his shoulders, heavy with a burden no-one but himself could possibly bear. 

There are purple shadows under his eyes, and his cheeks are sunken in, and there's a certain hollowness to the way his sunflower-hued bangs veils his thin, tired face, a certain resignation to the way the sharp planes of his shoulders are hunched together, as he droops tiredly, looking like he's about to black out at any given moment.) 

His eyes- those bright forget-me-not blues- they're the eyes of someone bright and cheerful (just… not right now), the eyes of a soft, caring person. They hold true kindness in them- the rare sort of kindness that's genuinely heartfelt, and you can already tell that this tall, lanky skeleton of a man has a big, big heart, and honestly, you have a shrewd feeling that he offers this silent gift of kindness- this unaffordable, rich gift of anyone and everyone who needs it. 

And without even knowing this stranger, you just know he's the type of person who'd make a good hero. (Or maybe, the sort of person who's already a great hero, in his own way.) But despite all that, you glimpse something below that bottomless blue of his empty gaze, something hollow and empty, almost like… 

Melancholy. Loneliness. Sadness. 

And it’s contagious, somehow, in some way or another, and your heart aches for him- because you know that feeling all too well to not be acquainted with its presence, to the agony and inner turmoil that ensues with its touch. 

The wilting look of frailty, of fragility in his lowered eyes reminds you of your own dark days- (of spending time curled in on yourself, of the constant hunger roaring through your stomach, of the gaping void of loss in your heart, the wet feel of metal flooding your mouth, of screaming and screaming and screaming for a help that never came-!) 

You blink back the sudden bitter sting of memories flooding your mind, and you stare absently at him- at this poor, broken ghost of a man and wonder if this is how you once looked- once upon a time when you lost everything and everyone and had no more purpose to live, and his items suddenly goes limp in your hand as you lower them to the surface of the counter. The words spill out before you can stop them- hold them back, and for some reason, they taste sour on your tongue as you unconsciously murmur them out loud. 

"Tristis Oculis."

The blonde startles at the sound of your voice slicing the silence apart, as though he's forgotten your presence for a moment, and then he straightens immediately, hands clenching into fists at his sides, as he goes stiff-shouldered and rigid-spined, like he's ready to be attacked. Despite the cordial smile that's still twisting his thin lips as he realizes there's only you- the entranced cashier behind the counter, there's a wary look in those tundra blue eyes as he tiredly meets your flustered gaze, but there's also confusion veiled behind the fatigue, curiosity laced behind the wariness. 

"Sorry?"

He asks mildly, and you falter, breath hitching in your chest, eyes widening in absolute horror, as you realize that you've just voiced your musings aloud, and you slap your exasperated palms over your mouth, petrified at your blunder. 

Pure and absolute mortification and embarrassment dawns on you as you realize what you'd just spoken, and you bow immediately, a hurricane of apologies falling uncontrollably from your lips, as shame weighs heavily in your chest, accompanied by the familiar stitch of gnawing guilt knitting your insides together into an uncomfortable, anxiety-induced bunch. You can feel heat rush to your face as your cheeks ignite in a wild, brilliant shade of ashamed scarlet. 

You truly are sorry sorry sorry, you really hadn't meant to offend him any sort of way, you hadn't even meant to mutter that phrase aloud, you just-... You're awkward, and not really good at this, and you're deeply sorry, you really are. Sorry sorry sorry. 

You tell him as much, your arm flailing about in wild, panicked gestures as you scrabble to bow even more deeply for apology, and you're pretty sure you've confused the poor man even more, as now he's blushing heavily too, wheezing something along the lines of "No, no, there's no need to apologize, really, it's fine!" as he forces a strained, awkward smile for your sake- an effort that doesn't go unnoticed by you, despite the terror clutching at your chest and the panic flooding your veins. 

(Really, he's too kind-hearted.)

"But really, what did you mean by that phrase? I'm not… exactly familiar with it. "

The man says, when your panic finally dies down and all formal apologies has been exchanged between the somewhat exasperated him and your horrified self, tilting his head curiously, the corners of his mouth dipping down in a small, curious frown, and despite the blush of embarrassment coloring the apples of your cheeks, you can't help but compare him to an eager puppy. An eager, adorable puppy. 

As soon as the thought forms, you snuff it out defiantly, cheeks are flaming even brighter at the- the audacity of it! He's your customer, for God's sake! 

(But really, overlooking the momentarily halted drowsiness in his lanky, skeletal limbs, the fatigue sagging his shoulders and tiredness creasing his gaunt face, he really looks… cute. Not that he doesn't look cute regardless, but that's not the point!) 

You startle nervously when you realize he's still looking at you, with those intensely blue, blue eyes, steady gaze a relentless blizzard, and you wring your hands together in a nervous tick as you begin to explain your… strangeness. 

"T-tristis Oculis. It's um," You smile awkwardly at him, hoping to ease the storm of tension rolling thickly through the atmosphere, (that apparently only you seemed to detect, as the blonde seemed too preoccupied with searching your eyes for an answer.) "It's a- um, a Latin saying. It, uh, it means sad eyes." 

You answer, stuttering around the dryness in your mouth, and you tongue feels like a heavy, unmoving weight in your mouth as you reply, fingers flexing tightly as you fist the fabric of your shirt in your clenched palms, to soothe your forever worsening anxiety, and you can feel the flush on your cheeks sear even hotter.

He stays silent, unreadable, (you get the feeling that he's normally a very expressive person, but just… not right now. Maybe you hit a nerve, or finally offended him in some way?) and you begin to panic once more. You fumble to say something, to break the awkward, heavy silence but you fail for the proper words as your mind blanks of all coherent thoughts, meek voice withering at the back of your throat as you desperately try to breathe around the knot of panic squeezing your chest, and your heart lodges in your throat, hammering wildly. 

Before you can say anything, however, he speaks first, shattering the pregnant silence, and his voice is an incredibly, deceptively soft whisper, like he's on the verge of breaking down. 

"How do you perceive my eyes as sad?"

His cobalt gaze is steady and hard- unlike the barely concealed tremors in his voice, and it pierces right through you, and as you try your very best not to shrink and fidget under the heavy weight of his gaze, you get washed by a sudden, strange sensation that feels odd in the most strangest of ways- like he's peering right into your soul. 

(But despite the firmness in his stare, you see the minute shifts, see the way he falters, the smallest of breaths hitching in his chest, the slight widening of those powder blue eyes, the edges of darkness licking at his vision. Honestly, it's tragic, in a sense, because it's like looking into a shattered mirror and seeing what had once been yourself.) 

Your heart stutters and throttles in your heaving chest, and you swallow thickly, unsure as to how to answer properly, feeling as though you're treading on very thin ice. It doesn't feel like he’s going to hurt you, however. More like how you were going to hurt him, instead. 

You're seized by a sudden melancholy, somber feeling, and you feel the embarrassment ebbing away as you meet the crystal blue of his gaze, and you feel like you're sharing something of a very private, intimate moment, despite both of you barely knowing each other at all.

You decide not to lie. This moment feels too intimate, too precious for you to do so. 

The truth is heavy and bittersweet on your tongue as you voice it aloud, and there's still a bashfulness in the way you fiddle with the hem of your shirt as you reply, cheeks flooding with crimson. (You're pretty sure you resemble nothing short of a very red tomato at this point.)

There's a note of strength, a wavering finality in your tone, however- one that leaves no room for argument. 

"You- your eyes looked sad. And I- I know it's probably offensive and probably not my place, but, um, you look like someone that's normally really happy and bright, but- just, just very tired right now. Like you're afraid and broken and you want to be helped, but there's no-one for you to call out for… "

And indeed, despite the genuine friendliness and kindness and care that's thinly veiled behind the tire brimming in the ocean blue of his gaze, he has the saddest eyes you've ever seen- like he's breathed the air of war, tasted the bitterness of death and rot- like he's lost too many people and he's afraid and too broken to lose anymore. 

(Like he's been strong for too long.) 

(There's something unsaid crossing your tongue, and despite the fact that you don't speak it out loud, you know the both of you can hear it's silent voice- because you're both survivors, and you both can recognize and understand each other's pain, hear the desperation better than anyone else ever will. 

"I know that look, because I've been there before- in that dark, dreary place you're in right now.") 

When you finally muster enough strength to raise your heavy gaze and meet his blistering stare (it's softened considerably), there's a pearlescent liquid collecting at the corners of his eyes, something raw and painful and filled with pure, unadulterated hurt smoldering in his eyes, and it makes your own eyes water with white-hot emotion.

(Because you know exactly how this feels- know how much relief and liberation fills you when someone recognizes your torment and offers help- no matter how meager it is, when your cracks are allowed to mend, when the agony lessens even if it is only by the mercy of some kind words and a gentle smile.)

And as the late evening light of the dying sun spills through the windows, the filter of waning sunlight silhouettes his sharp, lanky (not-so-stiff) profile in spools of molten gold and honey, highlighting the honeycomb color of his wild, wild mane of a hair, and his eyes, those bright, bright sapphire hues gleam like freshly cut gemstones, forget-me-not blues so very vivid and glimmering with a renewed  color and life that wasn't there before. 

He's smiling through the tears as he lifts a palm to rub at the corners of his eyes, and it's a tender, soft sort of smile, not quite as bright and cheerful as he might've wanted it to be, all sweet and appreciative and gentle as the corners of his eyes crease into half-moons with the force of it. 

(And your heart skips a beat as it lurches forward in your chest, and your breath halts, sitting still in your lungs, and your eyes widen, because his smile is so, so beautiful.) 

You suddenly realize that nobody else has noticed his pain, tried to heal his hurt the way you have, and the revelation makes your own heart ache for him in the most bittersweetest of ways, and you welcome the pain that follows. 

"And the part- the part where you said I'd make a good hero?" 

He asks, and there's sort of a hesitation- a tone of rippling hope and childish innocence in his voice that would make anyone buckle at the knees and coo at him, and you feel your cheeks flush scarlet once again. Had you mentioned that part out loud too? Gosh, you're really awkward, aren't you?

His eyes are blue, and they're brimming with a sort of childish inquisition and the rim of tears and hope that you absolutely cannot bear to crush. 

So- bearing your broadest, most brightest grin, you answer honestly, and you can't help but love the way those deep forget-me-not blues seem to light up from the inside out. 

"I fully believe it."

{BONUS}:-

(And maybe, you'll never learn the secret that the man you would come to know as Toshinori Yagi, and eventually to your best friend and then to your lover, was really the Number One Hero All Might himself, and that on that day, and many days after that, you would be his hero- the person who'd seen him at his lowest and help him climb back onto his feet once again.) 

FIN - 

[inuiiwonderland]

I’ve been away from the mha fandom for TOOOOO long (it’s been 4-5 years) but after getting spoilers from the recent chapters, I might start writing for it now

So what do we think about angst with father figure/father all might? (Guys this been on my head for WEEKS I need to let it out)

I already have a 2k worded fic in my drafts but I’m still not done with it and I’m planning on making it longer.

But if anyone is interested PLEASEEE let me know and If you want to be tagged tell me!!

I might drop a sneak peek later if you guys want

Though quick warning Im not caught up with the latest seasons so I’ll apologize if some things aren’t accurate or characters are ooc

(I’m currently rewatching mha so please don’t come for me😭😭 but spoilers aren’t easy to hide from so there might be spoilers from the recent chapters on this fic!)

[hana-bobo-finch]

I know I JUST said that I would be too busy to make art in the coming days but I. did it anyway. guys looks it’s lethia I love him so much. look he even has little bug-person symbol flags he’s so cool (HE DOES NOTHING) (SERIOUSLY HIS ENTIRE PURPOSE IS THAT HE DOESNT DO ANYTHING AND NOBODY REMEMBERS HE EXISTS) (HE WAS RELEVANT FOR ONE MINOR INCIDENT AND EVEN THEN EVERYONE FORGOT HE WAS THE START OF IT ONCE A WIDER CONVERSATION ABOUT THE INCIDENT STARTED)

[oculusxcaro]

Pottering around still! Just been a little proccupied with @teethofthedeeps but I'm getting my spoons back and will start focusing on catching up elsewhere including here. Also a belated munday, not for me but R.orschach! He's growing fast now and I'm getting his tank ordered next week while the family is away... he's just had his enclosure cleaned out, with lots of fresh new bedding plus some treats from today's morning walk with the dog. Fresh bit of wood, some flowers and fallen leaves makes for a happy snake!