#toshinori yagi fic

[kentocalls]

toshinori yagi | sparkling

Your husband has been paying attention, whether you knew it or not. Psst @actuallysaiyan Merry Christmas. (sfw, another side installment, in the same verse as To Have & To Hold, where’s the main story? Shh.)

It’s been a long week of playing hostess. The winter season, the holiday associated as snow rushes to greet the ground is your favorite. This will be the first year you celebrate with your new husband, however. You’ve been told, by family, to reel it in. Don’t go overboard, don’t decorate extravagantly. That Toshinori Yagi is an important man, your job in this marriage is to keep him happy, make sure the contract behind the marriage is safe.

You were wed due to an arrangement between families. The youngest of your side with the head of his side—him. While technically true, this was an arranged marriage, over the many months of learning Toshinori—no, he’s Toshi now— this union is anything but obligatory.

He had asked you, “Would you accept a man like me, by your side?”

He had asked you, “Even with all the blood on my hands?”

Toshi didn’t want your acquiescence, he wanted your consent. “I will make you the happiest.”

But your darling is, off on business now. You’ll have hell freeze over before anyone declaring you as his weakness. So what, it’s the holidays, so what you’re apart. You’re his wife, you know, he’ll always come home to you.

❅

Toshinori looks down at his watch.

His breath fogs in front of him, a deep exhale. “It’s easier on both of us if you simply, comply.”

The man tied to his chair throws more profanities his way, Toshinori has had more fun twiddling his own thumbs than listening to this mundane collection of words. He’s all but ready to hand this fool over to Aizawa when the words, “And we’ll take her too, your precious wife—“

The man doesn’t comprehend what happens to his face, silenced by an iron fist. His loyal underlings tense up, mumbling under their breaths “Now why’d he have to go do that?” “Idiot deserves it” “Talkin’ about bosses’ missus like that”

❅

Toshi is late, it’s been two weeks of uncoordinated schedules, you’re asleep by the one Christmas inspired tree you put up. Toshi had insisted you place on in each room, the home (mansion) of his is big enough. A 20ft one for the entrance, a collection of trees for the gardens. But you remembered your families words, don’t over do it.

But even sleep doesn’t save you from hostess duties, being Mrs. Yagi. You’re shaken awake and taken to the private jet. A last minute party, you don’t remember where, too tired to ask details. Your personal assistant will handle it.

You need rest. In the morning, you’ll do your part. You’ll stomp out any nasty rumors that Toshi ignores you. A facial and body massage to start your day, skin soft, clean, refreshed. Dolled up to the nines, hair done, nails done, make up on point. Dresses and outfits fresh from the runway straight into your hotel room to scrutinize.

The drive is….a familiar one.

To your family home.

You feel your stomach lurch. Not expecting this, absolutely not ready, not expecting this. But anything for Toshi. Anything to show off how well taken care of you are. Except it’s not the driver who opens your door, it’s Toshinori Yagi himself. “Sorry I’m late my love.”

“You’re here.”

“I’m here.”

❅

It’s funny, your mother doesn’t even last being on her best behavior, but it takes Toshi’s stern exhale and, “My love, I forgot we have another engagement ot attend. My sincere apologies…” doesn’t even let the usual dramatics occur, whisks you into the limousine waiting.

Door isn’t even closed and he has you in his lap, head in your neck, “My sweet sunshine, you smell divine.”

❅

You spend a day going around your home town…not sure you’d call it that. It hasn’t really felt like home in years. Home now is a handsome blond man waiting for you with open arms.

He takes you out to lunch, his heart filling with warmth when you have the waiter repeat back the order exactly as you described it. “No, we don’t want spicy, please remove that. Does it come with black pepper? Please remove that as well. Yes I am sure. Repeat the order back please.”

He doesn’t remember the last time his stomach has hurt, not from food, not since you realized his one weakness. “It’s not a weakness Toshi, it’s part of who you are right?”

Oh he wants to kiss you. So he does. Over and over.

❅

It’s late when you return home, Toshi isn’t explaining why his knuckles are bruised and red, you’re rubbing your expensive lotion into his hands, soothing out the soreness. There’s nothing you can do about the old scars, but new ones? Not happening on your watch.

“This….Toshi is this…our…?”

“Home? Yes, my love.” He asks the limo to stop at the gate.

Steps outside, rounds the vehicle to open your own door, your beautifully manicured hand in his. “Mrs. Toshinori Yagi, please allow me to welcome you to Winter Wonderland.”

There are lights everywhere.

From the trees outside the gates, to the gates, covered in lights. The lawn has a scene of reindeer grazing, the beautiful soft glow of lights, ornaments adorn every tree around the outside of the home. There’s even floating lights — “How?”

“Magic.” He says, eyes focused on watching your face light up, that soft glow of white, yellow, blue, red drawing different smiles from you. Everything, Toshi decides, anything you want. He will give to you.

Inside of the home is decorated too.

None of the large chandeliers are on, there soft glow comes from the sheer amount of pine trees, christmas trees, other green sprouts. Ornamented, with beautiful bells, stars, birds, bobbles, circles, pine cones in all colors, everywhere. Even giant ornaments on the spiraling cascading stairwell.

When you pad into the main living space, “Merry Christmas my love, although I may be a few days late.”

He holds you from behind as Christmas songs start to play from the recessed speakers. “Would you do the honors of dancing with me, my darling?”

Toshinori wishes he could take a photo and have it be living — like they do in that wizard movie you like — so he can look at the expression of wonder and awe on your face over and over. This is nothing, he hasn’t even begun to celebrate Christmas with you yet. And already, already you’re thankful, grateful, speechless.

“This is all wonderful, Toshi—I…I wish I could find the right words… thank you.” How did he know, what winter means to you? That you like these songs, that you adore the lights, that even the smell of pine brings a smile to your face. He could’ve made a plate of sugar cookies with you and easily this would’ve been the best Christmas you’ve had in years. Because home now….is this, in his arms.

Eyes so sincere, he’s undeserving. He’s had lovers before, but he hasn’t loved until you. Unsuitable, inappropriate for a hear like yours — big gracious kind — to fill with love for him.

That sweet, softness, the emotion in your eyes, everything you do for him.

He knows, he knows, he knows.

And he’ll show you, over and over, that he doesn’t take this for granted. That you were willing, that you chose him. Heavens are missing an angel with the way your soft hands caress his cheek. The way your voice whispers above his lips and pulls him in for a kiss.

If Toshinori were to paint his life as a cloud, his silver lining is you. The path he has been pulled into, he never thought he’d chose it again, but if at the end of it it has you, he’ll go through all the pain over and over, to make it back to you.

After all, you’re his.

To have and to hold.

[mishori-o]

Bunnies 🐰

Izuku is about to explode btw

[c-c-cherry]

Bro is definitely not over the whole Shirakumo thing.

~~~

Some incredible and (semi) chronological scenes to share with yall gifted to me once again by the lovely Shadow!

Based on my febuwhump day 6 fic, No One, No Way, Nowhere that you can read here or on my tumblyy ;) thank you once again shadow!! Happy to know I am in good company making Aizawa my human punching bag this month

[moonlunee]

shhh, he's having the most fatherly dreams

( I lost the original post where this is based on ㅜㅜ )

DO NOT tag this as a ship

[whirlybirbs]

honestly, the idea of a limited-edition realistic hero replica all might dildo is hilarious. in general, explicit, off-brand sex shop hero merchandise is a comedy gold mine. consider:

all might’s agency sending a cease and desist to a sex toy company, citing stolen intellectual property and branding, but someone (sir nighteye) snuck in a clause about incorrect girth and length — but the problem is that the dildo went viral and now it’s sold out and the marketing team has to release a statement saying they’re not affiliated with MIGHTY BULGE LLC. which only makes things worse.

internet upheaval. #all might dildo trends for a week straight. all might cannot make a single appearance without cameras angling for his crotch. the clause about incorrect girth and length is all anyone can talk about. toshinori is mortified.

it only gets worse when he neglects wearing a cup during a rush job in downtown tokyo. #all might’s bulge beats out #all might dildo for #1 trending. there are slow-mo, velocity, low-fi edits of his crotch. it’s fuel to the fire.

MIGHTY BULGE LLC rebrands to MIGHTIER BULGE LLC. they’re now selling larger dildos with “NOW WITH CORRECT GIRTH AND LENGTH” written on the side of the box. there’s another cease and desist. but there is no clause citing incorrect girth and length. the internet loses it. is this an admission of truth? is this proof that all might is packing an erect, 9.5”, almighty shlong?

basically, it’s the worst three months of toshinori yagi’s career as all might and he almost died that one time to AFO.

and i think that’s hilarious.

[bobateaqwq]

im so embarrassed i posted this on my creepypastas acc instead of this one 😭 anyways hi guys here’s some LOV band au art ^_^

[surelyimisheard]

why would you stop there?

[probablysimpledreams]

If you were to ask Toshinori to describe retirement in one word he'd pick lonely.

His days were once spent action packed as he ran around saving lives, appearing for interviews and TV shows, interacting with people who adored him. People needed him.

Nowadays his days are filled with joint pain, brief conversations with coworkers and students, and mircowavable meals for one. It felt like outside the walls of UA, the world forgot he existed.

He found himself spending more and more of his time at UA, unsure how to cope with this loneliness. This meant stopping in on off days to help hero course students train, guest speak to business course students, and really anything he could convince fellow teachers to allow him to do beyond contract hours. However, with his injures and age, there was only so much his fellow teachers would allow him to do. On a particularly hard day he decided to venture into the library, looking for any distraction. That's where he first met you.

You had recently graduated from college and moved to the city to work as UA's librarian while getting your masters. You were kind and helpful as he looked lost among the rows of books, striking up conversations with while helping. Plus, you were quite the cutie. The way your glasses framed your face sweetly and your cardigan hung off your shoulders as you smiled at him had him a stuttering mess.

Toshinori tried to shake the thoughts of you, feeling like a gross old man when he'd blush remembering the way you smiled at him, the way your hand brushed his while handing him a book, the way an All Might bookmark peaked out the book on your desk.

But this didn't stop him from visiting you throughout the day. He wanted to make sure you were adjusting to the city well, that you were enjoying your time at UA. He wanted to learn all your dreams and ambitions, what was driving you to work so hard in school. He wanted to know you.

And in turn you wanted to know him. You listened with sparkly eyes as he recounted "the ole days," giving you off the record details of his best hero missions. You took all his recommendations to heart, excitedly telling him when you tried the restaurant he suggested or forgetting to eat your lunch because you two spent the entire hour break discussing his favorite movie he suggested you watch.

Sure it wasn't millions of adoring fans cheering his name as he saved the world, but he couldn't deny his the way his heart swelled when you would ask him to join you for lunch or drop him off a coffee in the teacher's lounge because you stopped by the cafe on the way to work.

You were always thinking of him just like he was always thinking of him. And you proved that even more when you kissed his cheek after he walked you home after a particularly hard day, inviting him inside to have dinner together.

For the first time he was okay with the fact the world wasn't calling out for All Might anymore as you stood there, calling out for Toshinori with a loving smile.

[actuallysaiyan]

He wakes up in a cold sweat, his heart thumping in his chest. He rolls over and reaches for you and– oh thank God, you're there. You're sleeping but you stir as his big hand reaches for you. You roll over and slowly open your eyes.

"Toshi, you okay?" You ask tenderly in your sleep.

He nods. "Y-yeah...just had a bad dream."

You come closer, nuzzling against his chest. Every time you do this, it makes him feel so warm and fuzzy inside. He may not always be the big, muscular man he'd like to be, but you always make him feel so desired and wanted.

"want to talk about it?" Your voice is a soothing balm.

He begins to play with your hair. "I dreamt that I...I drove you away. And then...you were dead."

He clings to you even tighter; just the thought of the dream alone has him on edge. Then you begin to caress his side softly and you gaze up at him with that sweet look on your face. You're sleepy still but oh...you are so sweet like this.

"That must have been a scary dream. I'm so sorry, my love." You whisper as you begin pressing kisses to his chest. "But it's okay, it was only a dream. I'm not going anywhere."

Smite breathes in deeply, allowing your scent to invade his senses. It was only a dream. He presses a kiss to the top of your head and shudders softly.

"Will you...continue to hold me like this until I fall asleep?" He asks, his voice almost childlike.

You then roll over and open your arms to him. The big man almost sheds a tear as he scoots closer, resting his head on your chest. You begin to play with his hair and hum a soft lullaby for him.

"I love you, Toshinori. You are my sunshine."

He shudders again and begins to cry now. But you're quick to soothe him and soon his breathing is under control. Slowly, he is being lulled to sleep. But before he's out like a light, he looks up at you.

"And I love you. You are my angel..."

[jomamaofficial]

The Chronicles of A Hero's Daughter pt.2 (Father!All Might and Daughter!Reader Angst Oneshot)

A/N: SO, THIS WAS ASKED IN MY ASK BOX. BUT I STUPIDLY REPLIED TO IT SO I DON'T KNOW WHICH ANON ASKED FOR IT SO I'M JUST GOING TO TAG EVERYONE WHO LIEKD THAT POST HERE AND HOPE IT'S THE BRILLIANT ANON WHO WANTED ME TO WRITE A PART 2. @dark-magic-phoenix @crystal-freak24 @observaureium @justtovi3w62. As always, my Ask Box is open for any requests or just a conversation. Please remember to take care of yourselves, and enjoy. As always, I would love to see your thoughts in the comments :). TW: Graphic descriptions of blood (coughing blood), graphic imagery of crushing a heart (doesn't happen, just explained) CW: difficult father-daughter dynamics. Taglist: @thatcatladywrites @smikys-stuff @kimberlyfletcher @dawnwriterimagines Masterlist Word Count: 1951. Summary: One argument led to another– the foundation of your family was built upon suffering and sacrifice. Secrets were unveiled, revealing the true intentions of your father, the lingering wounds of the past stinging harder than any cut has ever. With tension reaching a breaking point, what happens when you confront your father, searching for the harsh truth, even if it leads to a devastating decision– you will never be the same again. He will never be the same again. 

——————————————————————————————————

Toshinori’s chest rose and fell. 

“You don’t mean that…” 

A pang struck through your heart as your father’s laboured breaths increased, tailing off in steady wheezes that only grew louder. 

“Dad…” you whispered, closing your eyes. “Dad, I didn’t m-”

Your voice cracked, succumbing to the hot tears which burned against your cheeks. Emotions flooded your head, as though they had been waiting to escape from the dam of truth that you had to silence to protect the peace in your family. The pressure had built up and that dam had finally broken in the most irreparable way possible. 

Shame hammered your mind, delivering blunt throbs as you watched your dad clutching his frail chest in agony. 

Guilt drilled poison into your veins as your father struggled to stand up– his sickly body unable to bear this pressure. His airways had been restricted, thus his once strong and proud chest had nothing to show but a vacant cavity, struggling to hold itself up. 

This living room had always been small– enough space just for the two of you. Dad and his little hero. It had always been you two, but today, this room was longer and narrower, as though mocking your sanity which had become a battlefield. 

Would you protect your father and carry on living in this dollhouse family, of which the  foundations were built off of your suffering.

Or would you protect yourself and destroy your relationship with the only family that you ever had.

The struggle had refused to forsake– silence had become your greatest enemy. It had left you alone with your screaming thoughts of doubt that deafened your conviction, leaving you straggled, naked, and vulnerable in the vast depths of your fears because what if. 

What if Midoriya truly was better than you? 

What if you truly were not worth it?

What if you had lost your rights to call yourself his daughter. 

Forever. 

You had lost everything to the ravenous beast which ruined everything you touched, and it wanted more. It wanted more, so it began making more noise, howling over the whispers of the wind, it howled over the ticking of the clock. It howled until nothing could be heard. 

Silence. 

Silence. 

Silence.

It had become silent. 

As though you were the only person in the room. 

A sudden thud drew your attention to the floor. 

Toshinori collapsed on the ground, and his eyes had gone blank, jaw slack. His ribs stuck out from under his skin, showing through his thin white t-shirt as his brassy cough filled his mouth with blood.

He urgently covered his mouth with his hands, forcing it shut but to no avail. It had already slipped past his hold, travelling down his neck, staining his shirt. A constant offender.

Your father began developing bloody coughs over three years ago. Yet every time you saw his chest heave and bleed, surges of nausea would creep up your veins, forcing you to leave. 

“Dad!” 

This was too much blood. It wasn’t meant to be like this… The doctor said a few drops or so, maybe a teaspoon, but that was ‘highly unlikely’. You watched as his white shirt became saturated, dizziness threatening to blur your vision.  

But you could not see him like this. You didn’t think twice before rushing to help him– but you were stopped. 

Toshinori raised his shaking hand immediately. You were halted, frozen in disbelief. 

He put his hand back on the floor, taking a few breaths before pushing himself, warranting another step forward from you, another cry, but he just stopped you again. You could only watch as your father relied on his bony wrists to push himself up. 

You could hear his shallow gasps for air, and his repressed coughs– and all you could do was watch your father’s face contort in fatigue and ache. Toshinori had finally gotten up, but that look had not left his face as he pushed past you. You watched the limp in his leg as he hobbled towards the couch, slowly lowering himself onto the cushioned couch. His head slumped onto the head rest, limbs unfurling in exhaustion. 

You were suspended in your head, unable to move past the questions which rung bright sirens. 

You shouldn’t have raised your voice at your own father– the doctor had told you. He’s injured, he’s getting older. He can’t process such shocks like this anymore.

What was wrong with you? 

But it couldn’t have been just your fault… right? But then he pushed you– maybe he didn’t just notice– but what if he did it on pur-

“Y/N”, your father had called for your name, but his eyes did not meet yours. 

Instead, they looked past you. 

Toshinori Yagi adopted Toshinori Y/N when she was five years old. 

A decade after the first quirk was discovered, many adoption agencies in Musutafu began sorting children based off of a ‘ranking system’. 

Official documents stated that this case was first brought up in the Supreme Court due to an incident that had occurred in an orphanage near Musutafu, 26 years ago. It was a heartbreaking case of manslaughter that had taken place when six year old Chihiro Onodera– Quirk: Lava, accidentally murdered eight year old Honoka Sugo– Quirk: Bubbles, during lunch time as they were play-fighting. 

It did not take much convincing as this case had reached international news, thus the court immediately passed a bill on the separation of quirks preliminary based off of their strength and danger levels, which were to be evaluated on a scale of 1 to 5. 

Nevertheless, this bill had struck a controversial match, becoming the largest contemporary topic that was disputed over in the past years. 

Demonstrations, protests and violent public outrage reached its peak when leaked intel revealed that a lot of children began to go missing from Adoption Agencies under the radar– they no longer had papers, as if their identities had been erased off of the face of this Earth. 

Nanami Tomoda, Sae Ojima, Makoto Kanezaki– these were some of the household names that had garnered petrifying national and international headlines: 

Heartbreaking Tragedy Strikes Japan: Devastating Attack Leaves Communities Reeling 

Japan in Shock: Deadly Assault Rocks Nation's Sense of Security 

Aftermath of Brutal Assault Leaves Nation Grieving Chaos and Carnage

Not much was known about these young adults. 

Apart from two things. 

First. 

They were not independent contractors. All of them could be traced back to some of the very few established, powerful, underground organisations. 

And second.

They were all orphans, rated 5, who had been declared missing for ten or more years.

Toshinori Yagi adopted Toshinori Y/N when she was rated 5. 

Toshinori Y/N lost her quirk at age ten. 

You are rated 0. 

Zero.

Toshinori took a deep breath before he spoke. 

“I have raised you since you were five years old.” He still did not meet your eyes. “I raised you in hopes that you would become a strong, and powerful young lady.” 

He drew a breath in– it was laced in disappointment. 

“But why does it feel, as though it has had no influence on you?”

Toshinori shifted both of his arms onto the couch rests, sitting tall. 

“One does not become a hero by winning every fight. Not everything is about a hero’s physical strength. A hero is made when they understand that retaliation only makes them the real villain.” 

Your father’s voice had deepened, and so did the dreadful pit in your stomach that sunk your resolve. 

“A true hero understands that strength lies in the ability to rise above the pain. Because those who focus on what has been lost”, he continued, lips twitching, as a faint, uncontrollable tremor laced his words in indisputable venomous contempt, “are either insane, or desperate for attention they know they will never get.”

Small muscles in your face began to twitch despite the heaviness that had been pulsed through your body, holding it in place, as you just stood there. Your eyes, once red and exposed, had no inhabitant, no focus. 

A ghost town. 

“A true hero is grateful. And recognises every bit of effort someone else put in order to get them to where they are now.” 

His gaunt eyes found yours, casting an unfamiliar chill in your body. They were sunken in, casting his gaze in dark shadows– an abyss impenetrable by light. 

“You got your quirk stolen, Y/N. But you cannot get that back anymore. But it’s been years, I expect at least some gratitude considering I did you a favour by adopting you.” 

He had left a clot that blocked your heart.

“Because no one else would have wanted you.”

It is always the one closest to you that hurts you the most. 

The man you called your father had waited until the last second to take the satisfaction of crushing your heart, flesh against flesh. 

Humans evolved to gain resistance and immunity against everything that threatens their survival.

Therefore, living with this man only meant that you had to gain immunity against pain and humiliation, because that was the only thing that could guarantee your survival. 

So when you shook off the heaviness in your lid and focused onto your father’s face, you could only lift the corners of your lip.  

“If you didn’t want me. Someone else would have adopted me instead. Like you did. No papers, no nothing– I’d slip under the radar, at least I’d still have my quirk, and end up on those headlines.”

“How dare you?” he uttered, face contorted in malice.

“I was five. That’s why you adopted me. Don’t deny it” 

Toshinori stiffened, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. His shoulders, broad and hubris, had become small and meek. You watched him contemplate: his eyes, vindictive and daring, were cast down, hiding amongst the Tatami flooring. 

“My child…” he began, his voice softer. “After your quirk had been stolen, I could not risk making you the target again. That’s the reason I don’t come to your events. It’s because you’ll become the target everyone goes for because they know you’re my daughter”.

“They’ll know?” your lips had pressed into a thin line. “Like how Midoriya knew I was your daughter? Like how the media knows?” 

In the stifling air, your dry laughter bounced off of the discomfort. 

“Don’t act like you aren’t ashamed of me.” 

Your face had settled into a stone. 

“It’s not about me being a target. It’s about protecting your image.”

“My daughter-”

“You have lost the right to call me your daughter. If I was such a disappointment after my quirk was ripped away from me, why did you keep me? You could have sent me back. Why did you keep me, dad, why did you keep me!”

Those closest to you, leave irreparable wounds. 

But there was a reason they were close to you. A reason that subsided in love, care, and hope. 

Your crushed heart was surviving on its last breath, waiting to hear something that could revive it. 

Toshinori lifted his head again, his eyes flickering behind you. 

It locked onto an object that somehow gained more attention than you ever had in your entire life. You risked a look over your shoulder, only to see the picture of your father and Midoriya, smiling–almost mockingly– back at you. 

You knew what the answer was going to be. 

“I’m beginning to question the same thing.”

A flat-line. 

“Well if that’s how you really feel, I have no obligation to stay here anymore.”

You drew your breath in, words suspended at the tip of your tongue. 

“I wish you and your student the best of luck, All Might.”

[cogentsummoner]

9. First Kisses with All Might.

9. first kisses

It was beyond cliche. All Might, crushing on his pretty new secretary? It was so incredibly cliche, but he couldn't help it. You were funny, friendly, and quite possibly the most helpful person in the world. You were a godsend.

"…and this is where you describe the event in your own words," you explained, pointing at the new digital form for the hero incident reports. "I've noticed you tend to get wrapped up by this part, so I'd recommend using bullet points in a quick timeline of events."

You were so patient with both All Might and Yagi Toshinori, even after it became clear that Yagi was in way over his head and lacked any meaningful experience with this type of work.

Hell, you'd even started keeping snacks in your desks that you knew he could eat, tossing them across the office you shared playfully, making sure he ate.

You cared about him in real, tangible ways. How could he not fall for you?

"Sir?"

He jolted. "Ah! Yes! I am…totally paying attention!"

You giggled, and he grinned.

"It's okay if you wanna take a break. It is getting late, and even the Symbol of Peace needs to get a good night's rest," you said, leaning back in your chair, and inadvertently bringing your face very close to his. You either didn't mind or enjoyed the closeness, because instead of tensing up or something similar, you reached up and gently patted his cheek.

He leaned into it, humming. He didn't want to take a break. He had so little time as All Might, and every day it felt like it was slipping through his fingers more and more.

He wanted… he wanted more time with you. It was incredibly rare to have any time left in his muscle form, and to be able to just be around you, without berating himself for such a selfish use of his time.

Certainly, the two of you spent a lot of time together when he was Yagi, but… but he wanted to romance you, woo you. Yagi couldn't do that. You couldn't want him like that. He couldn't ask you to.

You were so close. He leaned in just a little bit closer, feeling your warm breath on his face. He wanted you. He wanted you so badly.

Would it really be so wrong? To try? Just- just to see if -?

He cupped your cheek; his hand was shaking minutely. You blinked owlishly at him before the prettiest blush spread across your cheeks as you realized where this was going.

You didn't move away, you didn't tense up, you didn't tell him to stop - you didn't close the distance either, but it seemed like… like you were waiting for him to make the next move.

So he did. All Might kissed you, carefully, slowly, giving you every opportunity to back away.

At first, you were motionless- then you began to kiss him back. Your lips were so soft against his, and you placed your hand in his, squeezing it gently.

It was perfect, wonderful, everything he wanted - then you sighed.

It was not a happy, contented sigh.

You broke the kiss, and the look on your face was apologetic.

All Might felt his heart sink like stone.

"Sir, it… I'm sorry. I can't," you said, so very gently, so very softly.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. God, he was such an idiot. Of course you didn't want him - why had he ever deluded himself into thinking you could?

"No, it's - I shouldn't have-" he said, haltingly. His words stuck in his throat; it felt like he might choke on them. He needed to get out of here. Get out of here and hide, from you, the world, and his own idiot yearning heart.

"Sir, please just wait-" you said as he stood up, ready to bolt. You refused to let go of his hand, squeezing it tighter. He could easily break your grip, but he'd fucked up enough tonight, and didn't want to make things worse by being rude.

"I should - I should go-" he said, his vision growing blurry. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"No, All Might. I need you to listen to me," you said, tone growing stern and hard in a way that made him freeze.

He stood still, waiting, listening. He couldn't look at you, though.

"It's not that there's no attraction there… I think you're a wonderful, kind man that anyone would be lucky to be with," you said, your words doing nothing to ease his aching heart. "It's just… I'm in love with Yagi."

His train of thought crashed, derailed and exploded; his mind came to a screeching halt.

Expression gone slack, he turned to you and croaked out, "Huh?"

"It's… I've been trying to… hint at how I feel, but…you know Yagi. He's very dense sometimes," you said, and he couldn't even disagree with you because what?

"I…hope we can remain friends, all three of us. You mean a great deal to me, All Might," you said, stepping forward and gently grabbing his other hand. "And I know that-"

"There's something I have to tell you," he interrupted, his brain suddenly back online.

The next moment, the room was filled with steam.

prompt list / accepting!

[actuallysaiyan]

APRIL 😭😭😭 THIS IS PERFECT AND SO GOOD

OH HES SO LOVABLE AND I WANNA GIVE HIM ALL THE KISSES

toshinari yagi | emerald

sfw. vague healing quirk. mafia!au (that will get written one day). mentions of: violence, feelings. reader is female & has long hair, also psst @actuallysaiyan

His first instinct is to keep his breathing steady. There’s an unfamiliar weight on his chest, not too heavy but light either. It’s warm, radiating, like a cat if he owned one. But he doesn’t.

As Toshinori Yagi opens his eyes, he first spots an unfamiliar spring green tuft of hair on his chest, it smells familiar. Like candies and apples,  then the sparkle of his diamond ring on your hand that seems to be emiting a sense of calm throughout his upper body.

Aren’t you quirkless? 

Perhaps this is Heaven and despite all his bad deeds he’s blessed with one of his many dreams of you coming true.  Gosh, why hasn’t he held you like this when he was living, why did he spend so much of his time pushing you away?

He knows why, he knows the danger his status brings.

He knows only peril awaits those that stand at his side.

His heart aches still though, if he’s here then, where are you?

It comes back to him like a rush, what Toshinori remembers is the start to a beautiful dinner spoiled and then tables being over turned, fire and guns and your face caked in something awful and red. He had held you into him, kept you from harm right?  But what is he doing here? In this dream land? He has to get up, speak to the ruler of Heavens and get back to you.

This must be a mistake, fuck. Please, he urges his body to move, to lift up. Please he has to get back to you, to that restaurant, to that chaos. He has to get you out of that hellscape, that’s his job, he promised you didn’t he? He’d never leave you alone, he’d never fail to protect you.

Fuck.

“Toshinori?” oh your sweet voice, eyes darting to the spring green hair that moves, revealing your much more paled and blanched eyes. They fill with tears anyway though, the beeping of a heart monitor, the sharpness of hospital lights, the cold air hit him all at once.

So it’s not Heaven, but still close enough since you’re really here with him.

His breathe eases, a hand to the top of your head, your deep emerald hair has faded from that earlier spring green to chartreuse. Is this why he feels peaceful, painless? Is it your hand on his heart causing this? “My…dear wife, I am here, I’m fine.”

This must be awfully uncomfortable for you, hunched over his hospital bed, but one of your hands stays firm on his heart as the other goes to touch his face, it still radiates peace and warmth and your fade fades still, into sea foam. “What…what are you doing?”

“I’m sorry, I know I’m not supposed to use it but y—you and the bullet —the doctors said it they removed it but it was still touch and go and I couldn’t…I couldn’t…risk it if you didn't wake up.”

To think you had a way out, to think you still chose to save him, why would you do such a thing? Why do you cling to such a deceptive and vile man like him? Marriage to him has brought you nothing but loneliness, pain, endangerment.  You had no say in this, he promised to keep you safe and today he has failed it. He doesn't deserve any of your warmth or affections.  Toshinori holds at your wrists, lifting your hands off, the shock evident on your face. He can always tell what you’re thinking and he’s so sorry he keeps choosing to push you away.   

He can’t keep risking your life along with his, you weren’t asked to marry him, you pushed into it.  You aren’t meant for pain and tears and it seems that’s all that’s come to you since the wedding.  That’s all he’s able to give you. (In his eyes, from his skewed view of himself and the world he's trapped you in. Had he known the depth of your kindness, the fullness of your heart, had he known....)

“I’m fine.” But you know he means to say, please don’t strain yourself.

“Go home.” Because he knows you've been here for two days fretting over him, and he won't say you need to rest.

“Have the driver take you—“

“You stubborn man!”  Your hair color returning, the energy flowing in your veins increasing, he smiles at that. So your quirk is related to your hair, so he’ll always know if you push yourself too hard, “You took a bullet for me when you could’ve just flung it away.”

He could have, but to risking miscalculating and have the bullet graze you in any way? Never. Not worth it.

“I can’t die, my wife.”

“Yes, you can, my husband.”  He can, he can if he keeps stupidly taking risks like this.  Stupidly keeps rushing into help his men, his friends, his fraction. If he keeps this strong front up twenty four seven he’s going to—

“You’re upset again, I promise I'm okay.” A soothing hand to your face, you’re conflicted, you want to push away from him, to yell at him some more but also to be in his embrace, because here in this tiny room he’s not Toshinori Yagi, he’s not part of the MHA fraction. He’s not providing protecting and shielding others from big bad men.

Your hair is darker now, a woodland fern he thinks, it’s almost back to the shade that captivated him, that stark dark emerald against your white wedding dress. He thinks this is a good sign, he hopes it is. Your face is less pale, your eyes returning to their original color too. Except, “You’re shaking.”

“I’m cold.”  And angry and frustrated and sad. What if you didn't get the chance to tell him how you really feel? What if things didn't turn out okay?  And yes, what you are wearing is meant for a romantic dinner. (For the confession you so need to make.) You wanted tonight to go so differently, it’s tumbled into such a big mess. You shiver at the low hum of the hospital AC. Suppose you could go buy a warmer attire from the hospital gift shop but that would mean leaving Toshinori and that would mean not being able to use your quirk to make sure he heals.

“Come here, let me hold you.”  It will never stop bringing you joy when he offers moments like this, when you allow yourself to feel the depth of your emotions and move closer to him.

As you crawl onto him, the too small bed, the wires, and mattress protest but Toshinori stubbornly wraps his arms around you, he has to keep you warm too, protect you from the cold. Ensnare you with affection he wants to pour over until all your tears dry.  He knows he shouldn't covet your skin against his but he does. “My stupid, dumb, lovable husband.” His beautiful, adoring, precious wife.

He ignores the last word, “I am, I know. I make you worry.”

For all the violence his hands know, for all the cruelty his arms have dished out, he holds you gentler than a flower, let’s you plant your chest on his, let’s burrow your face in the crook of his collarbones, root your arms around his neck.  He breathes deep, candies and apples and your hair returning to it’s pretty pretty pretty green.

He can tell you’re fighting sleep, can feel your body relaxing and tensing, “Rest, it’s been a long day hasn’t it?”

“It’s late Saturday," so two days have passed, "…and another eight hour surgery…you made me worry so much.”

“I’m sorry, you must be so tired, here let me-“ As he tries to shuffle you off his form and onto the bed, you protest, hold him tighter, channeling all your inner koala and hold on. “Not leaving you, not until the doctor gives the all clear.”

You forget his strength, his own power, his own quirk.

But it feels nice, being fussed over, and in the privacy of this room, in the haze of painkillers and fleeting adrenaline, he lets himself indulge in it. Keeps you on his form, holds you close. “Then you need to rest too. Promise me.”

“You’ll be here? When I wake up, you won’t go…”  Ah, he has a terrible track record of doing that right?

“Rest, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Later, you’ll explain your quirk and why you don’t tell a soul you have it.

Later, you’ll yell at him more about needing him safe.

Later, you’ll confess the words that were so eager to slip from your tongue at dinner.

Later, right now, all you need is rest. All you need is your husband’s heartbeat.

[axshoto]

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texting UA teachers!! ft. eraserhead, midnight, present mic and all might

ft. eraserhead, midnight, present mic and all might

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[tekitothemagpie]

HEY MA! THERE'S A WEIRD FUCKING STRAY CAT OUTSIDE!

[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.

[writersmorgue]

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