#tokoyami fumikage x yn

[angelbaby191]

Baby Eggs

Tokoyami x AFAB! Bird Quirk! Reader

!Rewrite!

The cramps hit like a tidal wave, gripping your lower abdomen and making your emotions spiral. One moment you were a sobbing mess, the next a volcano of anger, and then a queasy wreck. And to top it off, your quirk—a pair of large, feathered wings and a sensitivity to bird-like instincts—was not helping. Your maternal side was going absolutely feral. Earlier, Koda let you cuddle his bunny to calm down, but after you got teary, you’d retreated, not wanting to burden him with your mood swings.

Now, creeping down the stairs with your wings half-spread for balance, you slipped into the kitchen. It was well past midnight, so you had the place to yourself, which was perfect since all you wanted was toast. Kneeling to search the fridge, you came face-to-face with an open carton of eggs, sitting right by Mina's bag of discount Valentine's chocolate. Something inside you stirred—a protective, nurturing impulse. They’re just eggs, you told yourself, but you couldn’t shake the feeling they were… helpless. Needing you. Without a second thought, you scooped them up, cradling the carton like it was filled with tiny lives.

As you shuffled down the hall, holding the eggs with careful, cradling hands, you realized that you’d have to knock somehow. But with your arms full and your quirk making you feel overly protective, you weren’t about to shift the carton to just one hand. These eggs were fragile. They were babies, your quirk-driven instincts insisted. You weren’t going to let anything happen to them—not even a little wobble.

You sighed, looking at Tokoyami’s door and trying to figure out a way to get his attention. Your wing! That could work. You shuffled closer, angling your body to get a good aim with your wing, and lifted it slightly, bracing for what you hoped would be a gentle knock.

The first attempt… wasn’t so gentle. Your wing hit the door too softly, barely a tap, and you heard nothing from inside. You tried again, concentrating, this time giving a small, firm flick of your feathers. The sound was louder, but still not enough. You bit your lip in frustration, flaring your wings a bit more, trying to balance your instincts to protect with your need to knock.

Finally, on the third try, you managed a soft but noticeable knock, brushing your wingtip against the wood with enough pressure to echo lightly through the hall. You held your breath, your feathers quivering from the awkward angle, as you waited for a response.

After a moment, the door creaked open, and Tokoyami’s head appeared, blinking at you in sleepy confusion. You almost lost your composure seeing him like that—his feathers tousled, eyes soft from having just woken up, clearly not expecting you at this hour.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, voice low with concern as he noticed your watery eyes.

You sniffled. “Tokoyami… you’re the only one who’ll understand.” You tilted the eggs toward him. He blinked, staring down at the carton, then back at you.

“…Why do you have a carton of eggs?”

“They’re babies,” you whimpered, voice thick with emotion, “and they’re going to eat them.”

Tokoyami’s brow furrowed, his beak opening slightly as he glanced between you and the eggs, clearly torn between confusion and empathy. Wordlessly, he stepped aside to let you in, giving you and your ‘babies’ room on his bed. You settled in, holding the carton gently, while Tokoyami remained standing, his quirk Dark Shadow emerging to whisper worriedly in his ear.

“Is she… alright?” Dark Shadow muttered, blinking at you with wide eyes.

“She… I think so,” Tokoyami replied, though his tone was uncertain. He settled on the floor in front of you, crossing his arms. You looked up, feeling the embarrassment bloom as your face heated, but he didn’t seem judgmental. He was just… there, steady and calm.

“It’s my red week,” you admitted, fiddling with the corner of the carton. “I can’t keep my quirk under control. All the instincts are just… too much.”

Tokoyami nodded in understanding, his feathers relaxing slightly. “I know the feeling. Tsu-chan and I sometimes go through the same thing.”

He shifted closer, resting on his knees, and reached out to gently take the carton from your hands. You watched as he held it carefully, leaning down to nudge one of the eggs with his beak in a soft, almost tender way. His quiet cooing brought an unexpected warmth to your heart.

Seeing him like this, so gentle and calm, you felt a rush of gratitude and fondness. Tokoyami, who usually kept to himself, was handling your strange emotions and quirky instincts with nothing but quiet support. You sniffled, not from sadness, but from how deeply this moment touched you, realizing how kind he truly was.

He looked up, catching you staring, and you quickly turned away, cheeks warm as your wings gave a small, involuntary flutter. You didn’t think it was possible to like him more, but here you were, heart thumping as he held those eggs like they really were precious.

Ok, I genuinely love how this rewrite came out! I love Tokoyami and mainly rewrote it, because it popped up back on my feed after being up for like- a year? (And I'm on my period again.)

I'm constantly changing my formats, and I'm sorry!! I'mma stop doing the colored text for the character dialogue, mainly because it's a lot of hassle. Also, because it's tacky, now that I truly see it.

[miyamoratsumuu]

mane 6? more like the main 12!

"ALRIGHT EVERYONE! WE'LL BE WORKING TOGETHER FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR, MIGHT AS WELL GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER"

5 ⭐'S !!!

MS. Y/N'S FAV CAST‼️💯

LIGHTS, CAMERA, READY? LOVE ME!

ˎˊ˗ director y/n l/n, given the career she has, is a know-it-all when it comes to romance films. she's the best at executing and handling the cliches, plot twists, and narratives that come with them. so why is it that she was rendered clueless on what to do when anonymous love letters were constantly scattered around set and addressed to her?

ˎˊ˗ LIGHTS, CAMERA, READY? LOVE ME! masterlist

ˎˊ˗ a/n: in honor of my indecisive self finally settling on the chapter titles and this series starting this week, here are the profiles!!! 😋

(yes the title of this is an mlp reference I'm sorry i can't help it </3)

ˊ˗ taglist under the cut: open!! (reply or send an ask to be added<3)

@lunatiqez @rueclfer @the-hangry-otter @lainlovelain @dizzydreamerz

@maddie-rose-1 @iloveroblox48 @mylahrins @kovu-bunnbunn @daetko

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@blue-violin @rvoulte

[carefreecoffee]

Flufftober Day 4: Rainy day w/ Tokoyami Fumikage

Word count: 857, Gender-neutral reader

The rain fell from the sky rapidly as school let out. You stood underneath one of the many awnings on UA high, texting your friends to search around for anyone who had an extra umbrella or even a jacket with them.

You had checked the weather the day before and even in the morning it seemed as if the sky was clear. The world seemed to be against you today as you hugged yourself within your uniform blazer, clutching your bag and ready to gun it to the door until you heard a clearing of a throat.

Curiously, you glance next to you seeing the dark bird headed boy staring at you almost pitifully. “Hello. You are y/n, correct?” You nod, recognizing him from the sports festival earlier that year. “Y-yeah, im y/n. You’re Tokoyami right?” He nods curtly, “Yes, but you may call me Fumikage. It seems you do not have an umbrella, would you like to share?”

You hesitate for a moment but decisively nod anyways appreciating his offer. “Yes thank you! I really appreciate it, Fumikage!” You duck under the black umbrella while trying not to be too close to him. He had a mysterious vibe about him that had you hanging onto every word he spoke.

“I'm guessing you hadn't checked the weather?” His deep voice inquires. You shake your head and sigh, “I checked it yesterday, saw clear skies this morning as well. I guess the weather just decided to work against me today haha” You glance at him as he nods.

“May I walk you to your dormitory?” He's so polite! With such a brash demeanor, off the field he is surprisingly considerate. You tell him which dorm you live in as you two walk under the large umbrella and into the multitudes of puddles slinging the pavement.

“You’re from class 1-A, right? I think I remember you from the sports festival. Your quirk is really cool!” A small smile graces his face as you clutch your bag. “Yes I am. And thank you very much. I appreciate your compliments, y/n. I've heard about you before, good statements; don't worry. You also have a pretty notable quirk.”

Your face flushes as you wave him off, “I guess, I'm still working on it however. Under construction you could say.” You chuckle at your own quip as you hear him hum. “I see. Well I think you are rather talented. I believe in you.”

His words take you back a bit, wondering if he's alway like this. Before you could respond, you see something jump out of the corner of your eye, catching your attention. You gasp and point, “Look Fumikage! A frog” He stopped next to you as you crouched to the frog's height. The frog croaks, jumping into the puddle next to you, splashing you a bit.

You giggle and watch as he jumps into the bushes adjacent to you. You don't see Fumikage glancing down at you admirably as a smile plasters its way upon his once stoic face.

In a flash you stand and fix your skirt as you feel the rain picking up around the two of you. You cover yourself within your blazer further as you two continue to walk through the pathway.

Without a word, Fumikage drapes his own blazer to layer yours. “Huh? Fumikage, you’ll catch a cold!” You attempt to give it back but a shadowy figure reaches out, keeping the blazer upon your shoulders.

“Keep it on until we get there. Do not worry about me.” He keeps his head forward, eyes softening a tad. However, the shadow upon his back betrays him, cooing softly as it stays within the umbrella. You chuckle and watch as it retreats to the other side of Fumikage, whispering something before disappearing once more.

He looks a bit more perturbed as you reach your dormitory. Reaching the awning, you bow a quick thank you, handing him back his blazer. “No need to thank me, y/n. The gratitude is all mine.” He nods, seemingly lost in thought.

Before you can reach the doors, he stumbles up the steps slightly, “W-wait! I apologize for my outburst but um, can I get your contact info? I want to make sure that I can be there for you in case you need another umbrella to secure yourself within.”

His face reads of one with nervousness as you see the shadow cower behind him. Your face of surprise soon turns into one of happiness as you turn on your heel, facing him and racing through your bag for your phone.

“Here,” You hand it to him, watching as his fingers race to enter his number. He thanked you curtly, “It's no problem Fumikage, hope to see you again soon!” You give him a smile, racing into the warm building with a goofy smile plastered upon your face.

Fumikage smiles softly, Dark Shadow not too far behind as it swoons and coos during the way back to their respected dorms. “Quiet now Dark Shadow, no need to get worked up. There will always be more rainy days to come.”

[xn4vyl1c1ousx]

Oh you don't like that? Or do you just not like me?!

Thought of this while listening to this version of the song.

CW: very mean bakugo, gn!reader, angst if you squint i think, cursing, ooc kinda?? idk hfbske, might be horribly written lmao

Synopsis: Y/n had enough of bakugo’s torment and decided to indirectly call him out… with a song.

Wc: 1.9K

back to navi…

You. Why did you of all people catch his eye. He hated that he had these feelings for you. He had a goal in mind and couldn't have you holding him back.

Your dumb cute laugh. Your dumb face. Your dumb voice...

He just couldn't get enough.

He treated you like shit despite thinking you're the most precious thing in the world. Everyone in class 1A thought you were. You were the class sweetheart, nice to everyone and anyone. You could do no harm. and yet he hated you.

The school festival was coming up and Jiro, who was supposed to sing at the festival, lost her voice.

“What are we gonna do?!” Kaminari was freaking out. No one else wanted to step up and sing.

You stood at near the front doors of the practice room that was being rented out by the group of teens. Everyone looked nervous, not knowing exactly who would take Jiro’s place.

Jiro looked up and made eye contact with you, a soft pleading look in her eyes. Jiro had been the one to help you practice your singing. You may have had practice in middle school due to being in choir, but it wasn’t enough to perfect your beautiful voice. She knew you were the one who should take her place.

Everyone in the room followed Jiro’s gaze, all of their eyes falling on you.

“Y/n!”

“W-what? why me?” your voice shook as nerves took over your body.

“Jiro must know you have a good voice, maybe that’s why she silently chose you! I bet you have a wonderful voice.” Momo smiled softly as she spoke.

“Yeah! I bet you have the voice of an angel!” Kirishima popped out from behind Bakugo’s drum set, causing the ash blond to jump slightly.

“C’mon Y/n! you’ve got to do this for us!” Kaminari pleaded, even getting down on his knees, making everyone giggle a little.

“I-I don’t know.. i’ve never really sang in front of anyone alone.” Your voice was full of confliction, nerves, and doubt.

“Tsk. Why should we let a damn mouse be the lead vocal if they can’t even have confidence in themselves.” Bakugo sneered. He didn’t mean it though. He knew just how angelic your voice was. He’d heard it one day as he walked by Jiro’s dorm one night, hearing the soft velvety vocals seep through the cracks of Jiro’s dorm room.

“Bakubro, that wasn’t very many..” Kirishima frowned at him, as did everyone else.

“Yeah that wasn’t very-“

“I’ll do it.” y/n cut off Kaminari before he could finish his sentence.

Your stance was now straight, full of confidence. I’ll show you. You thought as you grabbed the mic from Jiro, holding her gaze as she smiled and silently told you it would be okay.

The day was finally here. The stage was ready. everyone was backstage getting ready, and you. You were a nervous mess. Your hands shaking horribly as nerves attacked your mind and body. Nothing was calming you down. Kirishima and Kaminari both trying to calm you down.

Bakugo watched from afar, a faux look of uncertainty on his face. He knew you would over come your nerves. You always did, and he admired that.

The second you look up and meet his eyes, it’s as if all your anxiety left, being replaced by anger and determination. The red head and electric boy looked at each other confused then turned and looked at Bakugo, who immediately looked away with a scowl on his face.

You stood up and walked over to the water fountain and grabbed a cup, making sure your voice was ready. You had already done vocal exercises prior to coming backstage.

Bakugo didn’t know what was coming. Everyone but him knew. you had snuck in a song without letting him know, the others knew and didn’t tell him as to your request. Even though the song needed drums, Momo made sure to use the settings on her keyboard to mimic the drums. Bakugo would just have to sit and listen.

Soon the time came. Everyone set up and walked onto the stage, almost everyone cheering. Most of the students doubted them. Doubted that they could just sing happiness or excitement into them. Boy were they wrong.

“Hello UA!!” You voice rang through the speakers, cheers erupted throughout the small venue inside the school. “I hope you’re all ready to get your ears blasted by our music!”

Your turned to look at everyone, nodding to ask if their ready, everyone nodded back, except for Bakugo. All he did was roll his eyes and lift his drum sticks.

Three smacks were heard from them before it started. The music flew through your veins, your nerves dying down as you sung. Everyone watched in awe as your voice rang through the speakers, mixing with the sound of the instruments.

“Thank you all for coming to watch us!!” You breathed out, smiling brightly at the crowd of students going crazy.

“I have a surprise for you all, a song that i really wanted to sing. It may not be as upbeat as the last song but.. i really want to sing it. An encore if i must say.” you giggled softly, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand.

Bakugo looked confused. Wasn’t there only supposed to be about 2 songs? Where did this random extra song come from? He looked over at Tsu who was next to the controls, watching as she turned the microphones, that were connected to him, off.

Suddenly notes started playing as jiro played a soft melody on her strings.

La da da da daaa i’m gonna bury you in the ground la da da da daaaa i’m gonna bury with my sound i’m gonna drink the red, from your pretty pink face i’m gonna-

“Hey what’s going on?” Bakugo’s voice was only heard by you and the rest of the class 1a students on stage.

“What you don’t like that? Or do you just not like me?!” You spoke away from the mic at him before turning back to the crowd. A confident look on your face.

Sorry i don’t treat you like a god, is that what you want me to do? Sorry I don’t treat you like you’re perfect, like all your little loyal subjects do!

The students watched in awe as you sung. Your voice full of emotion and anger. Soft yet strong. Everyone watched as you added dramatics into it, moving your hands and making facial expressions that went along with the song.

Sorry i’m not made of sugar, am i not sweet enough for you? Is that why you always avoid me? I must be such an inconvenience to you! Well..

Bakugo suddenly realized the fake drums, turning to look at Momo as she played her keyboard, the usual faux piano sounds were replaced by what he should be playing.

I’m just your problem well, I’m just your problem. It’s like i’m, not even a person, am i? oh no. I’m just your problem.

Suddenly, he realized you were singing about him. No, not about him, but to him.

Well, I, shouldn’t have to justify what i do! I, should have to prove anything to you! i’m sorry that i exist i forgot what landed me on your blacklist, well I, shouldn’t have to be the one that makes up with you.

Tears weld up in your eyes as you sang, putting emotion into every word. Hurt, anger, confusion, sadness. everything you felt when Bakugo would relentlessly mock you, pick on you, everything he did to you that made you feel small and weak.

So.. Why do I want to..?! Why do i want to..? woah-oh-ho I don’t have a clue! i’m asking you! so why do i want to..?

You fell to your knees as the emotions you had built up over time took over, tears streamed down your face as you sang. Bakugo couldn’t do anything but watch. A pain stricken look on his face. did he go too far? had he really taken things too far?

And i guess that’s why, i wanna bury you in the ground! And baby that’s, why i wanna bury you with my sound!

Jiro looked at you, an unreadable look on her face as you stood. the ending of the song approaching.

I’m sorry that it’s this way but i don’t know what else to say. Cause i didn’t mean to push all my friends away, cause i’m just a problem, and i’m just your problem

The crowd of students erupted into applause when the song ended. A smile found its way onto your face as you wiped the tears away from your eyes. Jiro came up and hugged you smiling, whispering a soft ‘Good job’ into your ear, making your smile widen.

“Thank you everyone!” You shouted into the microphone to the crowd of cheering students.

“What the hell’s was that about?!” Bakugo’s voice rang through the backstage room, everyone turned to look at him.

His eyes were fixated on you. He knew it was your doing.

“Woah, Bakubro, calm down!” Kirishima stood in front of him, making sure he didn’t try to kill anyone.

“Yeah dude, calm down it’s not that serious.” Kaminari said as he put his guitar down, looking at Bakugo with a slight frown.

“What didn’t like my surprise? Typical.” You sneered with new found confidence, “Didn’t like that I subtly jabbed at you?”

Tokoyami looked between the two of you, he had been quiet the whole time, not knowing what to say. But he stood firm beside you. He was your best friend, the one who you talked to about Bakugo’s torment towards you. He knew the song was dedicated to him before anyone else knew.

“The fuck was that about? Couldn’t come up to me like a real person and say something? You damn mouse embarrassed me in front of the whole school!” His palms were heating up from anger. He knew he deserved it but couldn’t help but get mad at the blatant disrespect that he felt.

“Wow! Just how you can have the balls to come up to me and tell me what the fuck you have against me?!” Tokoyami put a hand on your shoulder, silently holding you back as you took a step forward closer to the ash blond.

Everyone was silent, watching the two stare each other down. Kirishima standing in front of Bakugo to stop him from doing anything. Tokoyami with his hand on your shoulder, silently holding you back. Kaminari and Jiro looking worried, and Momo looking confused.

Bakugo stayed silent. He couldn’t think of anything. Nothing. He just stared at you, angry at you, at himself, at everyone and everything.

“Not so tough now, huh? Doesn’t feel great being on the receiving end now, does it?” Venom was imbedded into every word you spoke to him. Calm yet full of anger, hurt, and frustration.

“I’m leaving. Thank you for letting me sing in your place Jiro.” you bowed towards her and walked away, shoulder checking Bakugo in the process.

The door slammed behind you, leaving a quiet tense room. Had he gone too far? Did he really mess everything up? He did. He messed it all up, and all because he had a stupid crush on you.

notes: holy FUCK this took so long omg i started this mid july and lost motivation and suddenly got it back today 😔 i’m sorry if it’s not well written it’s my first time writing in FOREVER. I hope you all like this omg please send me reqs if you have any!! i’ll be making a M.list soon :3!

© xn4vyl1c1ousx . do not repost, plagiarize, or translate.

[dino-kylie]

Something random about Tokoyami x Y/N

(No clue why I did this)

Just imagine, listening to the song rewrite the stars by Anne-Marie and James Arthur and your singing it with tokoyami, wouldn’t that be cute? (Doesn’t have to be the one by them can be the original)

[junosartsthetic]

Hey there! I’m not sure if this counts as a fanfic request, but I think a short story based on your head canons for Tokoyami from bnha would be nice, if you’re ok with that! I loved reading your stories on Quotev!

Yes, I love him so much. There is never any content for him which sucks. He needs more attention!!!

Okay so you know how birds will pick at their feathers when they’re nervous? I’d like to think he starts shedding? I don’t know the proper word. when he gets flustered or nervous.

He doesn’t even realize it. 

Even when everyone else will point it out.

Is he sick?

Does this happen often?

Can the nurse do anything?

Tokoyami just brushes the questions off.

He doesn’t even know exactly why it happens.

But he does notice something about it

It seems to only happen around you

You’d think after weeks of constant training Aizawa would run out of things to torture your class with, but alas, he has not. 

You let out heavy breaths, hands on your knees as you spotted your fellow classmates. Luckily, everyone else seemed to be struggling just as much as you during this mandatory run. You lost track of how far you were or needed to go. You just wanted to go home.

Heaving out a sigh, you straightened your body, preparing to take off running once more. A voice halted you.

“(Y/N),” called Tokoyami, stopping his jog beside you. “Are you alright?”

You gave him an exhausted smile. “Just peachy. You?”

He nodded stoically, eyes meeting the ground. You noticed a small black feather float to the ground.

You gestured forwards. “Wanna jog with me? I think we’re almost done.” You didn’t think that at all. You just wished it was true.

He nodded again. “Sounds good.”

You two started off, keeping a steady rhythm. You’d try and glance beside you every once in a while, but Tokoyami would never meet your eyes for more than a second. 

“Hey,” you said. “You okay? We can slow down if you need.”

His legs wobbled as he ran. You assumed running in hot weather while covered in pitch black feathers was not easy. Speaking of which, you noticed another tumble to the ground.

He shook his head. “No, I’m… okay.”

You stopped. “Nuh-uh. Let’s just walk the rest of the way. I don’t want you to over-heat.”

He reluctantly slowed to a walk. “I don’t want to hold you back, (Y/N).”

You waved him off. “Oh, hush. I’m tired too. And we’re friends. I’m not going to leave a friend.”

His hands came together awkwardly. He looked towards his shoes. “Alright. If you want to go ahead you can.”

Another feather took to the wind. You spoke up about it.

“Hey, Tokoyami, is everything alright? You seem to be… umm… shedding? I don’t know the proper term.”

The look on his face told you that you’d embarrassed him. He shrugged. “I’m fine. It just happens sometimes.”

“Do you know why?”

He looked to the side. “I have a few theories.”

You hummed. “I don’t want to be rude or anything, but I know birds can lose feathers and stuff if they’re stressed. Maybe that’s it? Of course I know that you’re not actually a bird…”

He chuckled. “You’re not rude, (Y/N). That’s what I think as well. It’s something with emotions.”

Feeling cheeky, you gestured to yourself. “Do I make you nervous?”

His eyes went everywhere but you. “It’s… not exactly…” 

You frowned. “Hey, I’m just poking fun. I don’t mean to embarrass you.”

Tokoyami halted. “No, you’re right, though. I’ve noticed it only happens around you.”

You furrowed your brows. “Are you actually nervous around me? I’m sorry! Just tell me what I’m doing wrong and I’ll fix it!”

He waved his hands frantically. “No! You’re perfect!” He froze.

Your hands shot to your cheeks. “You think I’m perfect?”

His tongue caught in his throat. He pulled at his uniform collar. A feather fell to the ground. “Yes. That’s… why you make me nervous. But it’s not nervousness. It’s… I don’t know.”

You reached out to rest a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Tokoyami. I’m flattered. Don’t stress yourself out over something like this. I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon.”

Before Tokoyami could respond, Aizawa yelled that there were only five minutes left to finish the run.

Your eyes widened. “Shit, we gotta run!”

You sprinted off, leaving Tokoyami lost in his thoughts. He couldn’t process what just happened. Did he just confess? Did you feel the same? He shook his head. He’ll figure it out later.

[si-nging-ren]

Wrong Number, My Bad (WNMB) Masterlist

pairing: singer!Jirou x fan!reader

au: smau

status: discontinued (reason why here)

genre: fluff, crack(?), wee bit of angst

updates: monday, wednesday, and friday, 5 pm est

taglist: message me if you want to be in the taglist and i'll add you✨

summary: youre 22 years old, and are a huge fan of a popular band called "blackbear." one day, while trying to ask a friend about her birthday party, you accidentally text the lead singer instead.

warnings: slight drinking, cursing

rating: 17+

parts:

freaking alt emojis

as good as a drugged mouse

ohmyfuck

catfish clowns

[nolongerironicteenwrites]

Prompt: Mistletoe kiss - Tokoyami Fumikage x reader/ S/O?

you know the way to my heart little anon tokoyami is my absolute favorite and i would love to write this 

prompt: mistletoe kiss 

Tokoyami Fumikage x reader: 

In your time together with your boyfriend the two of you spent Christmas in plenty of different ways. This year the two of you made the venture to visit your family. He was excited, he loved your family and all the traditions you all had. It made his wish that Japan had some of these neat traditions. 

  “(y/n) can we get your mom to make her famous gingerbread? Or maybe could we make a house?”  he asked, a smile evident on his features. 

  “It’s not Christmas without it,” you replied putting the final bag into the rental car. 

Five years together and this is one of the first times they two of got to spend it with your family. Normally it was you going home or your parents coming to you. But finally, finally, all your loved ones are together 

 Tokoyami held your hand as you drove to your family home. He took in all the scenes around him the warmth of the sun and the cool press of the window. He felt content not odd just content. Though the bird head did make for him to look a bit odd not that anyone batted an eye now that quirks are more common in the whole world. 

  “(yn) what if they don’t like me?” he asked scratching his feathers. 

  “Then I fight them. My parents and siblings love you. And my pap is blind. My aunts and uncles well um they won’t be around, no one really comes around since grandma died. It’s kinda lonely but honestly, they’re all kinda loud and rude so it’s fine.” you replied. 

Tokoyami took your hand and rubbed it against his cheek. You were honestly so hoping no unexpected visitors came prompting Tokoyami to feel instantly judged and uncomfortable. You two meet when you transferred to Japan to study abroad at the end of high school and you guys continued long distance till you graduated and were able to move yourself out and over to where he was. But that’s a story for another day.  

You pulled up the driveway and parked. There were no cars around but it was the middle of the day a week before Christmas someone should have been home. Tokoyami took in the view of lights in your front yard and the way it twinkled. There were a reindeer and a sleigh and an arch for their front door and ice fairy lights hanging from the gutters and house trimming and garland around the door. 

  “It’s odd. But this is beautiful.” 

  “Yeah this is tone down to how it normally is if we’re being honest. Maybe it’s because all of-” 

  “Is that (y/n) and Fumikage?” asked a voice. 

The two of you turned and were greeted by your mom and sibling. They both rushed you with open arms and hugged you. Tokoyami looked slightly awkward so your mother pulled him in as well. The four of you all stood there. 

  “Well come on now let’s get inside and get all these unpacked so we can catch up all three of you.” She smiled cocking her head. 

The three of you lugged bags inside and collapsed. Mom sat perched on her chair while the three of you sat on the sofa and floor. You sat between Tokoyami’s knees and the four of you talked. You talked about work and school and Tokoyami’s hero work. You sibling was anything but interested in the conversation that wasn’t about them so they excused themselves. Your mom and Tokoyami continued talking idly while you listened. She only stopped once. And her smile grew. You grew confused and asked what was up. 

  “Look up you two.” 

You and Tokoyami looked up. Your sibling was nonchalantly holding up a Misletoe. 

  “It’s mistletoe you’re supposed to kiss under it. It’s an old tradition.” your sibling explained, “Come on now Mr. and Ms. “we’ve been together five years.” gimmem a little peck.” 

You shrugged and peck Tokoyami’s beak and he nuzzled you. This was the affection you guys showed one another and it was okay. Tokoyami wasn’t conventional but that was okay, you loved him no matter the cause. Your mom cooed and talked about how cute that was. Your sibling gagged and your mom shushed them. You didn’t care you were home for Christmas and that’s all that mattered. 

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miyamoratsumuu presents... a hanta sero x reader smau series,

THE ROMANCE WITHIN A ROMANCE...

THE SERIES OF A WILD GOOSE CHASE, CLICHES, AND AN UNKNOWN ADMIRER...

LIGHTS, CAMERA, READY? LOVE ME!

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LIGHTS, CAMERA, READY? LOVE ME!

ˎˊ˗ director y/n l/n, given the career she has, is a know-it-all when it comes to romance films. she's the best at executing and handling the cliches, plot twists, and narratives that come with them. so why is it that she was rendered clueless on what to do when anonymous love letters were constantly scattered around set and addressed to her?

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ˎˊ˗ taglist: open!! send an ask or reply to be added<3

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002. QUIET ON SET

director's notes: no need to take the audience ratings so seriously, lovelies! it's just there to act as a header and for me to put the chapter warnings in<3

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BLOOPERS!!!

✘ the inside out (y/n's version) gc mostly consists of katsuki and neito's banter, y/n occasionally adding more fuel to the fire to keep things entertaining

✘ tenya almost always only puts in his 2 cents in the gc whenever a text pops up in his notifications of neito and katsuki's arguing starting to get out of hand

✘ the whole time while y/n, katsuki, and neito were talking in the gc, tenya was in the studio discussing shooting schedules with ochako

✘ throughout their whole conversation, y/n was at a convenience store with tokoyami, neito was in his trailer, and katsuki was on set with the camera department

✘ neito considers katsuki's foul language to be "barking" and has made it a point to remind him of it everytime he calls him a "dog" or "pup" it's all for a friendly joke though<3

✘ neito's a huge emoji user. almost all of his messages have to include an emoji in them.

LIGHTS, CAMERA, READY? LOVE ME!

ˎˊ˗ director y/n l/n, given the career she has, is a know-it-all when it comes to romance films. she's the best at executing and handling the cliches, plot twists, and narratives that come with them. so why is it that she was rendered clueless on what to do when anonymous love letters were constantly scattered around set and addressed to her?

ˎˊ˗ LIGHTS, CAMERA, READY? LOVE ME! masterlist

ˎˊ˗ a/n: I'm honestly having way too much fun experimenting with katsuki and neito's dynamic LMAO

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