#when Hizashi realises that Shouta actually loves him

[bokunodumbassery]

I feel like Hizashi, at the start of his and Shouta’s relationship, wouldn’t have genuinely believed Shouta loved him.

Like, if you’ve read BNHA Vigilantes, you probably noticed that Shouta had a very obvious crush on Oboro, and Hizashi was generally pushed aside. It also isn’t hard to make the comparison between Hizashi and Oboro as people; both loud and extroverted, a lot of (at least outwardly projected) confidence, etc.

Between that, and how hard Oboro’s death hit Shouta - Hizashi and Nemuri too, but Shouta most visibly - it wouldn’t be hard for Hizashi to come to the conclusion that Shouta was projecting Oboro onto him, but to accept Shouta asking him out anyway.

[bloody-bee-tea]

24 Days of MHA 2024 Day 22 - Filthy price

Hizashi glares at Shouta over the table when he only rolls his eyes at him.

“Don’t give me that look,” Shouta sighs out, “why are you even doing this?”

“Because—” Hizashi gives back and he thinks that should be enough reason.

“Come on, it’s a waste of time. We have five jobs between us. There’s no way in hell we actually need an account book. It doesn’t matter what we spend, we have more than enough anyway.”

“So? I like knowing where our money goes. It’s important to keep track of it. What are we going to do if you stop being an underground hero and the station kicks me out?”

“The station is going to go bankrupt if they do that. And besides. Then we’d still have three jobs, plus all my consultant work and whenever you DJ for someone. I don’t see what the big deal is.”

“Shouta,” Hizashi wines because why can’t his husband just accept that he’s doing this. “I just like to know how we’d have to budget in case things ever get tight. I mean—what about Shinsou? He’ll be added to this household sooner or later and kids are expensive.”

“He’s a teenager and again, it’s hardly as if we can’t afford it.”

Hizashi knows that, thanks to all the accounting he is doing, but it’s the principal of the matter.

“Just let me do this in peace, alright. I don’t need you glaring at me for this every other month.”

“I’m not glaring at you, that’s just how my face is!”

“You think I don’t know your glare from your normal look? Please. I’m not stupid.”

Immediately Shouta’s face softens and Hizashi huffs when he realises that he hit a sore spot, even though he didn’t mean to.

“You’re not stupid,” Shouta says with conviction and they’ve been over this so often that Hizashi can only shake his head in annoyance.

“I know that. It wasn’t about that. I was just trying to make a point.”

“Which was?”

“That I know your glare from your—argh, Shou, I swear to the gods, let me do my accounting and go back to grading your hell class.”

Shouta chuckles at that but he does pull his own papers closer to him again.

“Fine, fine, I’ll get out my red marker, seeing as you won’t need it for our finances.” Shouta clearly can’t help that last tease, but Hizashi easily shrugs it off, finally concentrating on the numbers in front of him.

They have a joint back account, so it’s easy to keep track of everything and Hizashi just likes knowing where their money went, even if they don’t really have a need to keep track of it, just like Shouta says.

He happily writes down the numbers, until he comes across an expense that makes him hesitate.

“Shou?” he carefully asks because that’s a lot of money he’s looking at.

“What?” Shouta grumbles out and Hizashi slides the book over.

“What is that?”

Shouta spares the book a glance before he goes back to his grading.

“An expense.”

“A very high expense,” Hizashi says. “What did you need that much money for?”

At this, Shouta finally really looks up at him.

“What? Do I need to explain myself to you now?” he asks and even though Hizashi can see the teasing glint in his eyes he almost balks at the implication.

“No! Of course not, it’s just—I’m wondering what you did with that much money.” Hizashi looks over to their little display of cats and bird figures. “Did you buy a new one?”

Hizashi hadn’t noticed any new additions but maybe it’s a small one, a really tiny one. Shouta has a few of them already and another one could have easily cost that much, depending on how old it is.

“I didn’t,” Shouta sighs out and slides the book back over to Hizashi. “Did you forget that it’s your birthday soon?”

“My birthday? Shou, that’s in July! We’re in February!”

“Yeah, well, what can I say. When you see the perfect gift you gotta do what you gotta do.”

“You’re crazy,” Hizashi mutters. “Why would you even spend that much money on me?”

“Because I love you and you deserve it,” Shouta immediately says and reaches across the table to tangle their fingers together.

“Oh, shush you,” Hizashi grumbles but he squeezes Shouta’s hand. “Now it’s going to drive me crazy, knowing you already have my birthday present here.”

“Who says it’s here?” Shouta says with a wink and then goes back to his grading as if nothing even happened and Hizashi lets out a scandalised breath.

“Shou!”

“Shh, I’m grading.”

~*­~*~

“I shouldn’t,” Hizashi mutters, wringing his hands in front of himself to stop them from reaching out for the small cockatoo statue in front of him.

“You should,” Shouta, ever the traitor, says and nudges his shoulder. “Come on, you’ve circled back to this one several times already. It’s clear you want it. Why not simply take it?”

“Because it’s expensive!”

And it is. There are more numbers on that price tag than Hizashi is comfortable with even though he knows the statue is worth it. And then some, probably.

“You know you want it,” Shouta whispers into his ear and Hizashi groans.

“Where’s an angel on my other shoulder when I need one?” he asks and as if Hitoshi waited for this, he steps up to Hizashi’s other side.

“I don’t know, I think it’s ugly. Don’t you already have enough bird thingies at home?”

“Bird thingies? Ugly?! You listen here, young man! This is a beautiful piece of art, well worth the money. Do you even know how old this is? Can you not tell how well preserved it was? Look at the craftsmanship! It should be costing even more.”

“Then be happy it doesn’t and take it,” Hitoshi says with a shrug before he wanders off again and Hizashi blinks after him.

“Did he just—convince me to buy this by antagonising me?”

“He’s learning so fast,” Shouta says and he sounds every bit the proud parent he is.

“I can’t believe you’re ganging up on me,” Hizashi grumbles even as he carefully walks around the display again.

It really is rather well preserved and worth so much more than what it’s selling for, but still. It’s a lot of money.

“Zashi, we talked about this. We have the money. Just buy it if you want it. Hell, did you see me hesitate over that one cat figurine last month?”

“No. And I wish I had, because spending this much money needs to be given a second thought. You can’t just throw cash around like that.”

“But we have it. What are we even earning all that money for if not to buy us things we want to have? We’re already donating a lot and we made sure Hitoshi is set up for life. We could set up three other kids for life! And we’re not going to take the money with us to the grave.”

“But what if—"

“Worst comes to worst we can just sell it again.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Hizashi sighs out because he knows when he’s beaten.

“And besides. Not every figure you buy is like that. You bought a tacky yellow blob of a chicken just two days ago and spent like 500¥ on it.”

“Because it was cute! Did you see it’s beady little black eyes?”

“I did,” Shouta sighs out and nudges Hizashi again. “Come on. Indulge a little. It’s not hurting anyone.”

“Except me,” Hitoshi pipes up, materialising out of nowhere again. “Because I’m tired. Can we leave?”

“What are you, ninety?” Hizashi snorts out but he reaches over to ruffle Hitoshi’s hair. “Fine, fine, I’ll get the figure so you can go rest your old man bones.”

“Finally,” Hitoshi and Shouta sigh out in the same moment and really.

Hizashi loves them a whole lot but why do they always have to gang up on him like that?

~*~*~

Hizashi’s hands are shaking because this can’t be real.

“What is this?” he breathes out, scared to reach out and ruin the absolute masterpiece in front of him but he turns pleading eyes on Shouta. “Explain.”

“Happy anniversary,” is all Shouta says, shrugging his shoulders as if the duck figurine in front of Hizashi is a little trinket he picked up at the store on the corner.

“Shouta Aizawa, you will tell me right now what the fuck is going on here,” Hizashi says, more firmly now, because this can’t be.

This statue is expensive in a way not even they could pay just like that and especially not without Hizashi noticing. Shouta did not take that much money from their bank account, there is just no way.

Hizashi would have noticed.

“Well, you see, today is our tenth anniversary,” Shouta says with the patience of a man who is not about to vibrate out of his skin.

“I am going to kill you,” Hizashi threatens but Shouta doesn’t even seem fazed.

“And get blood on the duck? Unlikely.”

“Shouta, seriously, don’t do this to me. This is a replica, right?”

It has to be because everything else is unthinkable.

“It’s not,” Shouta says with a shrug and Hizashi feels faint enough that he has to sit down.

“I don’t see what the big deal is. It’s ugly. What is it doing with that—rock?” Hitoshi says, eying the figurine in a way that makes Hizashi fear he’s going to reach out and touch it.

“The big deal is that your dad must have paid a truly filthy price for this.”

“Worse than the cockatoo last year?”

“So much worse,” Hizashi mutters and concentrates on Shouta again. “Please tell me you did not pay that much money.”

Shouta stays horrifyingly silent and Hitoshi looks between the two of them.

“Okay, when you say filthy price, what do you mean? Because I’m thinking that whatever I’m imagining is still not enough to put that look on your face.”

“Last I checked it was sitting at twenty-four million yen,” Hizashi manages to whisper and at least Hitoshi has the good grace to go pale.

“Sounds about right,” Shouta casually gives back, as if he didn’t just spent more money on a stupid gift for Hizashi than most people make in five years.

“You can’t be serious,” Hizashi mutters because what the hell is even going on, but then Shouta is right there and cups Hizashi’s cheek in his hands.

“I love you. Of course I’m serious. Do you remember when you first talked to me about this figurine?”

Hizashi blinks.

“I—no?”

He talks about this figurine a lot because he adores it for reasons he can’t even explain and he has ever since he stumbled across it when he was eight. There is just no way to know when he blabbered to Shouta about this.

“It was in our second year at U.A. during one of our breaks. We were sitting on the rooftop and you kept gushing about this one duck figurine that you stumbled upon by accident and that you’d never be able to afford but which you would really, really want to have.”

“That was thirteen years ago,” Hizashi breathes out and Shouta shrugs.

“I started saving up that very same day. It was a stupid pipe dream for the longest time, but then our jobs started piling up and consultation work for people with useful quirks pays surprisingly well and suddenly it wasn’t only a stupid dream anymore.”

“There was no way you could have known it would still be available.”

“No, there wasn’t. But I just figured either it was, or I’d find something else to buy you. Luck was on my side.”

“You—saved up?”

“Every month I put money away, just for this. I have a bank account just for that and when I opened it, interest rates were still pretty good, so that helped, but—yeah. I saved up for you so I could buy you the duck figurine you always wanted. Happy anniversary.”

“You’re insane,” Hizashi gets out, though his voice is suspiciously wet and he doesn’t even care that Hitoshi lets out a disgusted groan when he leans in for a kiss which Shouta happily grants him.

“Insanely in love, maybe,” he teases and it makes Hizashi laugh.

“We’re going to need a case for it. And insurance. And maybe an alarm system.”

“All done. This is an all-inclusive-duck-package,” Shouta gives back because of course he thought about everything and Hizashi loves him even more for it.

“I love you,” he gets out, all choked up still and Shouta nuzzles his cheek.

“Happy anniversary, love.”

“Now my gift is going to look cheap,” Hizashi half-heartedly complains but Shouta shakes his head.

“It’s the sentiment that counts, isn’t it?” he asks and nods at the duck. “You would love it just as much if I would have told you it came free, right?”

Yeah, Shouta is right; Hizashi would have still loved it with all his heart because Shouta remembered something that was important to Hizashi and then acted on it. The price is rather irrelevant here.

“Can I touch the duck?”

“No!”

“No!”

Still, best to be careful here, Hizashi thinks as he gently pushes Hitoshi away from the duck before he gets any crazy impulses.

The case better arrive quickly he thinks and vows to pay Shouta back for this kiss by kiss for the rest of their lives.

You think I'm joking but I did my research and the duck exists

And no, the duck is the anniversary gift, I was too tired to think of a birthday gift so I skipped that and I have no idea what Hizashi got Shouta either. Your idea is as good as mine <3

[ao3feed-dadzawa]

I'll look out for you (I promise.)

I’ll look out for you (I promise.) by Liamz Heartz

Shinsou Hitoshi wasn't used to being around people who actually cared about him after living in foster care for most of his life. But that all changed when we gets adopted by his childhood hero and gets transferred into the heroics course at UA. He realised that theirs more to life that just surviving.

OR

A kid who's been neglected and abused his whole life, finally experiences what its like to live a normal life, in a normal house with loving parents who support him.

Words: 2333, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Shinsou Hitoshi, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kaminari Denki, Eri, Class 1-A

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi, Shinsou Hitoshi & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Shouji Mezou/Tokoyami Fumikage

Additional Tags: Found Families, Kaminari Denki is a Ray of Sunshine, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Shinsou Hitoshi Needs a Hug, Shinsou Hitoshi-centric, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Adoption, Foster Care, Fluff, Slow Burn, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Pining, Class 1-A Shenanigans, Kaminari Denki is a Good Friend, Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47306404

[ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou]

I'll look out for you (I promise.)

I’ll look out for you (I promise.) by Liamz Heartz

Shinsou Hitoshi wasn't used to being around people who actually cared about him after living in foster care for most of his life. But that all changed when we gets adopted by his childhood hero and gets transferred into the heroics course at UA. He realised that theirs more to life that just surviving.

OR

A kid who's been neglected and abused his whole life, finally experiences what its like to live a normal life, in a normal house with loving parents who support him.

Words: 2333, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Shinsou Hitoshi, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kaminari Denki, Eri, Class 1-A

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi, Shinsou Hitoshi & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Shouji Mezou/Tokoyami Fumikage

Additional Tags: Found Families, Kaminari Denki is a Ray of Sunshine, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Shinsou Hitoshi Needs a Hug, Shinsou Hitoshi-centric, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Adoption, Foster Care, Fluff, Slow Burn, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Pining, Class 1-A Shenanigans, Kaminari Denki is a Good Friend, Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47306404

[squishytenya]

May I get aizawa and hizashi forgetting your birthday

Of course you can my love! Sorry this took me a little while btw mwah ily

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲

Pairings: Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic), Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead) x gn!reader

Notes: i love this series and i love getting asked for part 2 of things so asdjhl this was exciting! Hope you guys enjoy <3

Warnings: arguments (Aizawa) but not for a long time, sadness, insecurity, in case you didn’t realise they forget the readers birthday, cursing (aizawa)

━Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

Look, Hizashi is a very busy man and this is something you know

So when he cancels your dates, you’re mostly understanding and he always reschedules anyway

But you can’t exactly reschedule your birthday can you

Which is the exact thought you have while sitting alone on your sofa

He’ll be home soon though, right?

It’s 10pm when you finally five up. Your clothes are creased from you lounging on the couch. You had gotten ready at 6pm since that was when he got off of UA. Yet 4 hours later and your apartment was still empty besides you. You rubbed your arms, embarrassed for being so excited. Of course, he hadn’t actually said he was taking you anywhere but you just assumed since that’s what he did ever year since you met.

It was 11pm when he finally showed up. The bags under his eyes let you know just how tired he was and you felt slightly guilty for the verbal thrashing he was about to get.

“Hey baby, what are you all dolled up for?” He sung, tired voice carrying through the silence

“Oh nothing” you scoffed, crossing your arms, “only my birthday dinner”

The man froze. Your face was blank but your eyes swam with hurt. It wasn’t like him to do this kind of thing. He had never forgotten a birthday before or an anniversary. Hizashi was very organised when it came to events, especially ones that concern you.

Which is probably why he held such a devastated look on his face. He took a few steps towards you and cringed when you shuffled away. Sitting on the sofa, he turned to you. The remorse was evident in his face and it was probably that which tipped you over the edge. Tears started streaming down your face. You looked away, the guilt was evident enough on his face and you doubt you could’ve kept up the anger if you were looking.

Soft fingers held your chin softly, pulling it so your partner could see your tearyface.

“I’m so sorry y/n” he sighed, “I’m just tired and been so caught up with work y'know?”

You sniffled, nuzzling into his hand to show you were listening. His own eyes were tearing up now and you could see the guilt swirling throughout the colour you loved so much. It was obvious he hadn’t meant it but you still hurt.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow gorgeous, take the whole day off just for us two?”

Nodding, you rested your head on his shoulder. He hummed you to sleep and your both pretended not to feel the guilty tears dripping down his face. It was a conversation you could have tomorrow. You trusted him to make it up to you, malicious wasn’t a word you would use to describe your partner.

“I love you” he mused, kissing your head as your eyes slipped closed.

━Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead)

You wish you could say that Shouta wasn’t the type to forget things

He forgot a lot of things but never something like this

Your birthday and anniversaries were like the one thing he remember

There have been more than a few rain checks called last minute but you never really cared

He always made them up to you in some way but this one was different

It was dark already. You hadn’t felt particularly safe in this part of town but while you were waiting it had started raining and now your paranoia was getting to you. It wasn’t even an unsafe part of town but you were alone and already emotionally vulnerable from being ditched for almost four hours by your long term partner. It was now reaching 11 and you were ready to cry.

Finally, you decided to call Nemuri, explaining to her what happened and where you were. The usually happy woman scoffed into the phone at her friends actions and came to pick you up. You were soaking and broke down in her passenger seat as she drove you home.

You shut the door quietly as you walked into your home. You were wet, crying and tired. An interaction with aizawa would have you breaking down in a way you really didn’t need tonight. Just your luck.

“Where have you been?”

You glared at the man on the sofa. He was lounging in a pair of old pyjama trousers, settled ont he sofa as if he hadn’t just humiliated you.

“Really Shouta?” He flinched at the use of his full name, “I’ve been standing outside of a restaurant alone for four hours, waiting for my partner to come and celebrate my birthday”

He checked the date on the calendar on your coffee table.

“Y/n, I-“

“Do you know how humiliating that was? You forgot my birthday, Shou!”

Your voice broke saying his name. You sank down onto the floor, head in your hands. The exhaustion was finally catching up to you, meaning you didn’t protest when strong arms wrapped around you and a familiar scent surrounded your body. His hands rubbed up and down your shoulders, calming you until you could speak.

“I’m sorry kitten, i can’t tell you why other than it just slipped my mind” he murmured into your hair, “I’ll make it up to you i promise”

You sniffled, tucking your head into his neck. You were still a little angry, still very upset but the feeling of his arms around you was a comfort you would allow yourself to indulge in. You trusted aizawa and knew he would make it up to you. This was something that could be sorted tomorrow and for now you just wanted to sleep in the safety of his arms.

“I’ll be better for you, I promise”

I feel like this was lowkey shitty but it’s all good, hope you guys enjoy and request are currently open!

Remember that reblogs and feedback help content creators! And that ily guys all very much!!

[seijorhi]

so speaking of bnha, I don’t know if any of y’all are into erasermic, but this thought has not left my head for the past 48 hours and so i’m gonna share it because i have no impulse control

TW breeding kink, pregnancy stuff, slight nsfw

So the two heroes finally decide that they want to have a kid, but instead of adopting, they decide to try surrogacy. Along comes you, sweet as can be and in need of a little cash. You’re not expecting the Heroes to choose you from the agency, but (after extensive background searches and vetting) both heroes are in agreement - you’re the one they want to carry their baby.

So at first it’s all very normal. You meet with them a few times over coffee before getting everything sorted and the procedure is done - hell, both of them show up to the actual appointment, which makes you a little embarrassed, but they quick to reassure you that they’re gonna be there every step of the way. This is their kid - the most important thing in their lives, of course they’re gonna want to be there for them (and you). They’re such a nice couple and they seem to like you, and it honestly doesn’t even seem real sometimes, but you’re so happy to help them out.

And nothing really seems out of place, until your first ultrasound. Mic insists on coming to pick you up for the appointment, and who are you to turn him down? It’s just that you kind of live in a bad part of town? And your apartment’s a little run down, but hey, rent is expensive and you’re making it work. Except neither Mic nor Shouta are particularly thrilled about your living conditions. You’re carrying the child of two pro heroes, they’re not trying to scare you, but you realise that if anybody with the wrong intentions were to find out, you’d be in danger?

So they suggest that you move in with them. There’s tons of space - they’re richer than you think, sweetheart - and that means that they can keep a closer eye on the pregnancy. It has to be nicer than your one bedroom shoebox, and won’t it be nice to have somebody there to look after you a little too? You’re carrying their child - you deserve to be spoiled a little.

The changes are subtle, so subtle, the heroes themselves aren’t even really aware they’re happening. They like having you around - there’s something oddly satisfying about coming home after a long day to see you sitting on the couch with a book in hand, absentmindedly rubbing your growing stomach with a quiet hum. The first time the baby kicks, you call them over so excitedly, and you’re so caught up in the odd sensation that you miss the shared look between the two of them. You just seem to slide into their life - Hizashi cooks for you (a pregnancy approved meal plan) and you try to keep the place neat and tidy while they’re gone - though Shouta warns you not to push yourself. You see them off every morning, and you’re there most nights when they get home - sleep doesn’t come as easily as it once did, so you sometimes just move to the living room, tune into Hizashi’s show and try to distract yourself - they’ve come home a few times to you passed out on that exact couch. On those nights Shouta has no problem carrying you up to your room and tucking you into bed with a kiss on your forehead During the days they have off, you usually spend it with them, lazing around their penthouse apartment or helping do baby stuff - getting the nursery ready, shopping, reading pregnancy books.

When your body aches and you’re overtired and worn out, Shouta will drag you upstairs, force you to lie down and give you a massage that has you moaning appreciatively beneath him. Hizashi’ll hold your hair back when you get morning sickness, rubbing your back soothingly. Affection becomes second nature between the three of you. Truthfully, you’re not sure how you would have gotten through this pregnancy without them. But there is a little part of you that worries about what’ll happen when you actually give birth - you’ve become so used to living with them, it’ll be weird to go back to being strangers.

Meanwhile, as your pregnancy goes on, the heroes are having the same kinds of thoughts. Well, almost. You see, they’re growing kind of attached. You’ve always been beautiful, but the sight of you, breasts swollen, tummy round with their child... it’s growing on them. Fuck, who are they kidding - it’s hot as hell. They’d be lying if they said they hadn’t imagined how it would feel to fuck you like that, how it would feel to breed you themselves, the proper way. You fit in so well with them, they adore you. You’re their sweetheart, and suddenly they’re not all that keen on letting you leave them at the end of this whole thing.

You’ll make such a good mother. They understood it when you explained that you didn’t really want kids of your own - at least, not yet, you’re still so young! But that was before you had them. They can support you, look after you so much better than when you were on your own and between the three of you, the kid’s gonna be the most spoiled little angel on the planet. And... and they like you a whole fucking lot, they love you, and you feel the same too, right? That’s why you curl up to Shouta when your hormones make you all emotional at the drop of a hat, it’s why you blush so prettily whenever Hizashi drops to his knees and showers your pregnant stomach with kisses.

You’re gonna be a family. And when the baby is born, well neither hero has much objection to the thought of getting you pregnant with another. You’re gonna make such a pretty little housewife for them.

[miyamorana]

January Fanfic Recs

Here are the fics that I’ve really enjoyed this month. All of these are complete. Enjoy!

Fandoms: Boku no Hero Academia (2), Boku no Hero Academia/Harry Potter crossover (1), Haikyuu!! (1), Harry Potter (3), Teen Wolf (1), Voltron: Legendary Defender (2), The Witcher (1)

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Title: Learning Curve Author: Thealmostrhetoricalquestion Pairing: None Rating: Teen Word Count: 34,844 Summary:  Nobody told Shouto Todoroki that he was going to have an entirely different battle to face after the war was over. It's a good thing he's got his family, his teachers, and his friends to stop him getting left behind.

“I’ve always fought with my Quirk,” Shouto said, unclenching his fists.

“And now you don't have it,” Aizawa said, not unkindly, although it still stung. “Are you going to stop fighting?”

Title: All The Whispered Things Author: Thealmostrhetoricalquestion Pairing: None Rating: Teen Word Count: 11,551 Summary:  Todoroki is hit by a Delirium Quirk, but nobody notices. Least of all him.

The mission is simple: board the train, successfully navigate a crowded festival without running into trouble, and have fun. Aizawa isn’t there to hold their hands, but Shouto has no doubt that he’ll be sitting by his phone the entire time, waiting for something to go wrong.

You’d think that by their third year, Aizawa would have a little more trust in all of them. But he doesn’t.

And considering the way things immediately go wrong, Shouto can’t really blame him.

Fandoms: Boku no Hero Academia/Harry Potter

Title: Heroes all have a Saving People Thing Author: Blueseabird2 Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi, Midoriya Izuku/Harry Potter Rating: Teen Word Count: 94,246 Summary:  Aizawa gets called to England to deal with the Black family fortune and returns with a traumatized war hero cousin he will not be giving back. Aizawa's pretty sure his husband won't mind.

Harry meets an actually competent adult who actually understands, offers to take him away, and is willing to tell the Magical Word to shove it. Harry maybe gets attached.

Class 3A adopts another hero or two and learns that Problem Children who had megalomaniacs chasing them through school bond startlingly quickly. They also shouldn't be left alone with Nezu.

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Title: Three Little Words  Author: JonJackTheBoi Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Yamaguchi Tadashi Rating: General Word Count: 6,584 Summary:  After learning he'd never been to one, Hinata insists on taking Yamaguchi to a pet cafe, just the two of them. Yamaguchi's only issue with it is that he can't tell if it's the type of date he wants it to be or not.

Fandom: Harry Potter

Title: Azoth Author: zeitgeistic Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy Rating: Explicit Word Count: 88,722 Series: Part 1 of Azoth (Words: 90,351 - Works: 2) Summary:  Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

Title: Life skills outside the curriculum Author: Endrina Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy Rating: Explicit Word Count: 66,238 Summary:  It was "Witch Weekly", of all people and organizations, the first to notice and comment on The Boy Who Lived’s absence from the ranks of first years at Hogwarts. The magazine went on to elucubrate that the young hero was studying at a foreign school, possibly Beauxbatons or Holzschuhkäse.

Title: The Meaning of Mistletoe Author: Endrina Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy in later parts) Rating: Mature (Part 3 is rated Explicit) Word Count: 30,708 Series: Part 1 of The secret language of plants (Words: 373,077 - Works: 4) Summary:  “Just… tell me. Tell me what is going on, Snape.”

What was going on was that Severus Snape had no trouble tracking down one Petunia Evans, now Dursley, to a little town in Surrey where he saw how exactly she was treating her nephew. Which somehow led to last night and Severus knocking on Lupin’s door with a toddler half-asleep in his arms.

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Title: El Lazo Author: thisgirlsays22 Pairing: Derek Hale/Stile Stilinkski Rating: Explicit Word Count: 50,995 Series: Part 1 of El Lazo (Words: 54,503 - Works: 2) Summary:  "Seriously, Derek, level with me here. Is this some kind of werewolf mating ritual?"

"No, Stiles." Derek scowls, shooting him a dirty look.

~

Canon-flavored college AU in which Stiles is a little bit older, Derek's a little bit wiser, and Erica and Boyd still manage to get kidnapped by the Alpha Pack.

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Title: The Snow on Mars Author: museaway Pairing: Keith/Shiro Rating: Teen Word Count: 11,243 Summary:  This is the reality with a happy ending thanks to the help of a meddling inter-dimensional being and a few Christmas ‘spirits’ sent to show Shiro the past, present, and future.

Title: Method Acting Author: YouAreInAComaWakeUp (Nikanaiko) Pairing: Keith/Lance Rating: Teen Word Count: 11,116 Summary:  A lot of things can happen in ten years.

Things like a person's citizenship being revoked due to new, xenophobic laws.

But there is...one...loophole.

Fandom: The Witcher

Title: Do it Again Author: thisgirlsays22 Pairing: Geralt/Jaskier Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,771 Summary:  By the twentieth time Geralt has gone through the loop, he decides to just throw himself off the cliff’s edge after Borch.

He wakes up to his twenty-first attempt.

“Fuck.”

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Habanero

You're a good girl, well behaved.

Absolutely not the type to rail random guys in nightclubs.

Until you are.

Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: Aizawa x Reader, Present Mic x Reader, a sprinkling of Erasermic and eventual polyamorous Erasermic x Reader

Rating: Some explicitness towards the end

Trigger Warnings: None in this chapter.

AO3: Here | Want to support me? I have a Kofi

Chapter: 11/16 (all chapters)

Hizashi was used to staying awake long into the morning. He was also used to sharing his bed with one night stands.

For some reason, though, something felt different about it when it was you.

He had been tired from sex and relaxed from the bathtub, yet when he laid beside you he couldn’t look away, much less sleep. After your long soak together, he had gotten you an oversized shirt to wear from his wardrobe and stroked your hair until you fell asleep.

Even then, wearing nothing but a shirt with his face on, you still reminded him of a kitten.

He considered it as you took the train back to your place, watching your reflection in the windows. Every so often you stifled yawns and scratched your eyes, the steady rhythm of the train carriage lulling you into sleep. You rested your head on his shoulder without meaning to, only to jump start awake whenever the train came to a stop.

You looked so innocent while you slept and he couldn’t believe he had slept with you only a matter of hours before this. It was possibly the furthest thing from his mind when he left the restaurant to find you, let alone when he got dressed to go out.

He wanted to discuss it with you while it was still fresh in your minds. It had been a long day for everyone and he didn’t doubt that the next one would be longer, but what had happened between you was too important to leave buried between the sheets.

He reached out for your arm as you got to your stop, oddly concerned that you would fall asleep on your feet. You blushed at the contact though didn’t shrug him off, cheeks still peppered with colour as you unlocked your front door.

Hizashi had never been to your apartment before and didn’t know what to expect, his curiosity on the matter giving him a new lease of life.

“I’ll make some tea,” you said, pointing out a dinner table and couch, “make yourself at home.”

Hizashi didn’t sit down. Instead, while you pottered around in the kitchen, he took the chance to look around, leaning over to examine the photographs on your walls and bookshelves.

“Is this you?” he asked, picking up a particular frame.

“Oh,” you glanced across. “Yes, haha. It was taken a long time ago, though!”

It was a photograph of a younger looking you at your high school graduation, standing with your mother, father and older brother. Hizashi hadn’t given much thought to what your family might be like, only that the photograph in his hand didn’t match the image in his mind. Your father was tall and broad shouldered, with cold, searching eyes. Your mother was slight and had clearly been beautiful in her youth, though she glared out at the camera as if whoever took the photograph had gravely insulted her. Your brother was the perfect combination of them both, handsome and tall, with a sharp jawline and serious expression. He had on a perfectly tailored suit and held his arms behind his back, rigidly standing up straight as if someone had given him a forceful boot to the rear seconds before taking the photo.

There was no warmth in any of them, not even you. You stood as rigidly as they did, positioned between your mother and father like a hostage. Hizashi glanced back at the person rummaging through the cupboards for cups and then at the photograph, trying and failing to match up the girl in the picture to the one he knew.

“Now then,” you said, resting a tea tray on your kitchen table and pouring two cups, “about...earlier..”

He set down the photograph and joined you at the table, accepting the cup you held out to him.

“I...ummm...Where would you like to go from here?”

He scratched his moustache out of habit, searching his brain for the right words. An hour or so ago, he wouldn’t have been so sure of his answer, but now that the dust had settled only one outcome made sense.

“Nowhere.”

He didn’t miss the flash of panic in your eyes, a moment of self doubt that you might have done something wrong, and reached out to touch your hand across the table.

“Don’t think too much about it,” he said. “It’s just...you said you forgot who you were outside of your old relationship, right?”

You nodded.

“It wouldn’t be right for me to push you into one now,” he said. “I want you at nothing less than 100%. 25% (Name) is a hottie. 100% (Name)...”

He sucked in a deep breath and reached out his hands, framing your face in his fingers.

“...100% (Name) should have a warning label,” he said. “And, hey, after that performance? I’d say you’re well on your way to 30%.”

You spat out your tea at that.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you said. “All I get is 5% ? How many guys do I have to sleep with to get to 100?”

“They don’t have to be different guys,” he said, waggling his eyebrows. “Could be the same guy over and over .”

“You’re terrible.”

“You’re cute.”

“You...are giving me really mixed signals right now.”

He smirked and took a sip of tea, silently acknowledging that you had a point.

“Tomorrow,” he said, “well...in a few hours...I won’t mention it again unless you do.”

“Like... a reset?”

You said it as if it had significance, though he didn’t know why.

“Yes, yes,” he said, “exactly like a reset!”

You laughed bitterly and for a moment he wondered if he’d said the wrong thing. It lasted only a moment, though, and you set down your cup with a smile.

“A reset sounds good,” you said, though the smile didn’t quite meet your eyes.

~~~~

He stayed a while longer, engaging in small talk as he finished off his tea.

He reached into his pockets as he got to his feet, dragging out his hair band and tidying up his bun. It was early, sure, but if Nemuri was right and the media really were on high alert, the last thing he wanted was photos of him looking so tired in mass circulation.

He stretched out the band, only to curse as it snapped.

“Hey, (Name),” he said. “Do you have any hair ties?”

You poked your head around the kitchen door, midway through running the tap.

“Uhhh...sure...I usually keep some in my bedroom cupboard,” you said. “Help yourself, it’s just through there.”

“Thank you,” he said, following your directions into the bedroom and realising the flaw in your instructions within seconds. You had mentioned them being in your bedroom cupboard, though hadn’t specified which one.

He opened the one nearest your bed, then the one nearest your window, all to no avail.

Maybe he had misheard you?

He opened your wardrobe door, going over your directions and struggling to think of a single misunderstanding.

“(Name),” he called out, “wh------”

He fell silent, noticing a familiar flash of colour.

No. No, surely not…

He pulled out the dress, stomach falling through the floor.

It couldn’t be. It had to be a mistake.

“Having fun?” you asked, poking your head through the door.

“This dress,” he said, “it’s l-lovely. You have excellent taste.”

“You think so? I was thinking of getting rid of it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you said, stroking the fabric with a fond expression. “I hooked up with a guy the only time I ever wore it and I can’t look at it now without thinking of him.”

He had to be wrong. He had to be.

He thought back to your first day, the conversation you had had in the izakaya.

I was seeing someone. We were together for years, actually, but we broke up a little over six months ago.

His mouth ran dry as he remembered the conversation he had had with the bartender at Ego .

She was here about six months ago. Had drinks with Eraser. I was hoping you’d remember her.

It had to be a coincidence. There were hundreds of single women in Musutafu, any of whom could have bought the same dress.

“Oh, did...did you go anywhere nice?”

“My friends dragged me along to a nightclub in town,” you said, blushing luridly. “ Ego .”

You looked up into his face the moment you said it, suddenly looking more than a little bit concerned.

“Are you okay? You’ve gone really pale.”

You reached up to touch a hand to his forehead and he flinched without meaning to.

It was the hand Shouta had reached for; one that had almost certainly explored his body.

“I...I’m fine,” he stammered, thrusting the dress back towards you. “It’s a nice dress, you should keep it! Okay, then, bye!”

He rushed out of your bedroom and through the front door before you could say another word, forgetting all about his broken hair tie and even the incident at Hosu. He caught the train on autopilot, watching and rewatching the video on his phone of Shouta and the woman from Ego . Now that he knew it was you, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed earlier. Your posture, the way the dress clung to your body...there was no one else it could have been.

He remembered your moans of pleasure and how good it had felt to be inside you, unable to distract himself from his own morbid curiosity. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, dozens of scenarios coming to mind and all of them involving you and Shouta naked.

He imagined Shouta’s lips on yours; your sigh of pleasure as you took his cock.

He switched off the video and loaded music instead, trying to drown out the niggling thought at the back of his mind.

He was jealous, though had no idea which of you he envied more.

[halcyon-writings]

Heyyy could I request a headcanin for Present mic, all might and aizawa accidentally making their s/o cry, like they lose their temper or say something that really hurts their s/o without realising

heehoo smth i can do on mobile

warning for potential spoilers i guess in Toshinori’s part (Idk if it constitutes as a spoiler but if you’re not caught up I guess?? it is) i also tried not to be too repetitive oop shdjd

requests are currently open!!

Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic

He’s naturally a loud man, even his speaking voice can be considered an outside voice. Seriously, his volume can go from loud to extreme in just the shortest span of seconds.

But it doesn’t mean he’s never mad! He’s an easy going guy to his friends, random people on the street, to his s/o you name it. It takes a lot for him to get frustrated. He has a lot of patience, or at least more than what he lets on.

When he is a bit mad/frustrated, you’ll notice he’s actually quiet, solemn almost, it’s rather jarring. You can walk into your shared home usually he’s jamming out to his favorite music but then you’re shocked from the amount it silence you get instead of his cheerful greeting. And usually he’s prone to snapping, although never at you. Until it happened.

When he sees your hurt look, the way you don’t meet his eyes, wiping your eyes with your sleeve, before leaving him to brood, his heart sinks. He’ll do his best to follow, but not crowding you.

Hizashi’s apologizing profusely, it wasn’t right for him to snap at you when all you were doing was asking if he was okay. He feels so guilty, even after you accept the apology. He’s ordering you flowers (if you like them), getting you little gifts, you name it.

You’re just like “listen you apologized, and you meant it. Please- it’s fine.” He’s still gonna spoil you with gifts though so there’s that.

Toshinori Yagi/All Might

This lovely man almost never, ever raises his voice. Surprising since like Hizashi, he’s also pretty loud when he wants to be. But that comes with the whole, All Might/Symbol of Peace personality he’s got.

Like I can’t actually imagine the man yelling out of anger, (except like during the Hideout Raid arc but shh). But on the rare rare rare, have I have mentioned rare? occasion, it’s not fun. He’s more excitable! He likes to show his excitement through that, very rarely does he ever get mad. I have to emphasize that dhskdj.

So for this type of situation in general it’s after Hideout Raid arc/post One for All fight. He’s a hero, used to acting in order to help people, but he can’t really do that anymore. Safe to say, it’s frustrating.

And like the prompt suggests, he may have snapped at you once. And you’re more stunned than anything. You might have offered to help him with something idk man. But the gist is, you’re hurt, and he’s hurt and the situation is not cash money.

The first thing is he’ll give you time, whether it’s to cool off if you get mad at him, or to calm down if you’re upset. Then quietly joins you and apologizes. There’s that one look in his eyes that shows the sincerity in the apology. please accept it he’s doing his best.

You don’t know if you were crying from the way he snapped at you or his apology, but at this point it’s just both so apology cuddles are abound.

Shouta Aizawa/Eraserhead

Now that buddy boy’s eyes are all but messed up, it’s really tough for him to not only teach his students but night patrols are just as tough, if not even more so.

The pure exhaustion, also makes him frustrated. He’s so used to being okay generally, but having to stop and rest his eyes for a while, has him really on edge. Who knew what could happen between then.someone could’ve gotten injured, a villain could have escaped, who knows. 

He won’t want to air out his frustrations either, which in turn only means they’re bottled up a lot more and he’s just a ticking time bomb. Which means when he finally does let it out, it’s uh, just a tiny bit explosive (I’m not sorry). 

You flinch back, his voice never raised, and never at you. He tries to speak, but he can’t find the words. Your eyes water and Aizawa feels the guilt just plummet in his chest, it’s as though he’s swallowed lead. 

For him, it’s not hard to apologize but he’s just still having a difficult time all the same. He wants to be self reliant, doesn’t want to burden anyone with anything, even if it means he’s gonna bottle things up. Which is not a good coping mechanism in the slightest but he’s done it for so long it’s a difficult habit to break. His apology is more in actions, he takes your hand in his, giving it a soft squeeze, his leans against your shoulder, his voice soft as he apologizes, but he doesn’t expect your forgiveness either.

He doesn’t do too many gifts, but he does pick up a bouquet of your favorite flowers more often. Or maybe your favorite meal from a restaurant nearby. Sometimes even staying in or coming back from patrol early to spend more time with you as well.

[pamgkrthwrites]

Flame of Healing | EraserMic x Reader | Chapter Two - Too Close

Masterlist | AO3

Warning: Soulmate AU, little bit of Oboro x Reader, fem reader, ANGST. 

Word Count: 2012

A/N: Reader is on the fence on if will date her soulmates. This be a major point in the story so, hold onto your hats. I’ve tried writing reader in a way so you can’t tell their race. Idk if these chapters will be daily, just been needing to write some comfort shit. WE WILL GET THERE I PROMISE. Kinda slow burn? maybe lol.

“Hey Y/N!” You heard a voice behind you.

You turned and saw your blue hair friend running towards you with a bright smile on his face.

“Oboro, how you doing buddy?” You smiled as he slowed down to stop next to you.

It had been months science the sports festival, and the next UA school festival was in a weeks time. You may have not changed your stance on not loving them, but you did change your stance on meeting them. You were going to choose your love, not a name on your wrist.

“Have you picked out what you are going to wear?” He asked as he caught his breath. 

“Yes Oboro, I have.” You smiled. 

Your friend was trying his hardest on his end to become friends with your soulmates. So far he only befriended Hizashi, or was at least on speaking terms. Apparently Hizashi was friendly to everyone, which made you giggle as you hugged your pillow at night.

“It’s in your favourite colour yes?” He asked, straightening up and looking at you deeply.

“Yes, it is.” You laughed. “And it doesn’t really matter. It feels rude to come in all fancy to meet your soulmate only to reject said soulmate. I’m just meeting them.”

“Which is very important!” He smiled all goofy.

You smiled, and you two walked home together.

Oboro rubbed the back of his neck. “Once Aizawa finds out about you being his soulmate he’ll probably get real nasty if he sees me walking you home.”

Apparently Shouta got angry at Oboro for addressing him with his first name. He only did so because of you but Shouta was seeing it as rude.

“Is he that way with Hizashi?” You asked. You loved asking about the two. It filled up your heart with a soft warmness.

“Yeah, some girl in the support class confessed her feelings to Hizashi.” Oboro stated. You felt your heart freeze. It wasn’t unheard of for people to fall for someone who wasn’t their soulmate, it just ends badly when the soulmate turned up or if the other had one. “Hizashi was cool about it and said he already found his soulmate. Though, he did check if she was you.”

That warmed your heart but also fill you with dread. He thought about you sure, but he was looking for you. 

“Aizawa cracked the shits once he found out. He went off to go find her but Hizashi stopped him. Apparently she tried to play off she was you but she didn’t have the same name.”

“It’s kinda funny people are claiming to be their soulmate yet your the only person who knows.” You laughed.

His laughed followed. His laugh always filled your heart with warmness. Not the same as your soulmates did, but in a different way. 

“I do worry though,” Oboro said. “I think they have started their relationship and I don’t want your fear of being the third wheel to become true.”

It wasn’t something you could ignore anymore. The fear that your soulmates were happy together and may fear what you’ll do to that. 

“That’s why I’m going simply-casual. Once they figure out who I am, they will just see someone they can see casually or romantically if need be.”

“So you are willing to date them.” He smirked at you.

“In the future. Right now it is I don’t see myself dating them. I do love them in a way but I can’t see myself dating them anytime soon.”

Oboro always had a sad soft expression when he heard you say that. Oboro took your hands and looked you in eyes. You felt your heart pounding as you looked up at him.

“Y/N, you have so much love to give.” He smiled sweetly. “Even if you choose not to love them, you are going to show so much love to someone else, and they will fully love you.”

Your heart raced and your cheeks burned. You were suddenly aware of how close you two were and you stared at his lips. You realised how close you were and you wanted to be closer. You didn’t understand this feeling, it was similar but not the same to when you saw or heard about your soulmates.

“Oboro!” A funky sounding voice said behind you two.

You both broke eye contact to see who was speaking, and your heart dropped.

“Hizashi?” Oboro said in a confused voice as he let go of your hands. 

“Hey there buddy.” Hizashi smiled and stopped in front of you two. “Is that your girlfriend?”

Your cheeks burned and Oboro had a noticeable redness to his ears and cheeks.

“NO! No, she is my friend!” Oboro smiled as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and brought you in.

You couldn’t stop staring at Hizashi. Dear god your soulmate almost watched you kiss someone else-

Oh god, you almost kissed Oboro.

You two became quiet, almost as though you both understood what almost happened. 

“Well, she is a cutie!” Hizashi said. However, his voice sounded strained, as though he was holding back anger. “What’s your name?”

You looked into Hizashi’s glasses, and briefly saw the anger in his eyes. Did he know you were his soulmate? Did he understand what he walked in on? Did he hate you?

You couldn’t make a sound, all you could do was lower your head and shuffle to hide behind Oboro. 

Oboro looked at you briefly before looking at Hizashi and smiled. “Sorry, she is rather shy. I’m taking her to the School Festival next week though. Maybe you two can chat then?”

Hizashi simply smiled, but with anger behind it. “That’s cool. Does her soulmate know your with her?”

Panic burst into your body. 

Did he know? 

Did his heart beat fast when looking at you like you did?

Would he stay angry at you?

What if he never loved you because of this.

You heard Oboro take a breath in to answer to you cut him off.

“I don’t actually have a soulmate.” You stated.

Oboro snapped his head around to you and Hizashi’s smiled turned into a frown.

“Really?” Hizashi asked. His voice sounded like a mix of shock and sadness. 

You pulled out your wrists which had their names covered with makeup. Of course, he wouldn’t know that Oboro did though.

“...I see…” Hizashi’s voice sounded defected. “Sorry ‘bout that Listener, I must’ve been jelly over your closeness with my pal here!”

Oboro looked at you then back at Hizashi. “It’s alright Huzashi, see you tomorrow?”

“...Yeah, sure I will!” Hizashi forced a smiled and walked off. 

Once he was out of ear and eyeshot, Oboro turned to you and whispered. 

“...Y/N, why did you lie to him like that?” He asked.

“He was scary!” You looked at him. “What else was I suppose to do? Say ‘Yes hello I am your soulmate and almost kissed your’-”

Oboro covered your mouth with his hand. His cheeks were burning red. 

“Y/N, we are never talking about that again.” He glared.

You grabbed his hand and pulled it away from your face. “If you are going to say I’m confused, don’t. Who said I had to love my soulmates anyway? There isn’t a law against it!”

Oboro took his hand away from you. You both glared at each other.

“Y/N, I’m sorry but I can’t be your rebound off of your soulmates.”

It felt like you were stung by a bee. 

Did you love Oboro? You didn’t know. You were close to him sure, but were you that close?

“I’ll see you later, Y/N.” You said before he turned away and walked on without you.

You wanted to cry.

---

Shouta was doing his homework when Hizashi started spamming him, trying to call him.

He sighed and picked up. “‘Zashi this better be importan-”

He heard sniffle on the other end. “I thought I saw her, Shou!”

Shouta’s heart dropped. Ever since Hizashi and Shouta met each other first day, they had wondered if you ould pop up soon. They checked the names of the students in the other classes and years and couldn’t find it. 

Shouta had been bullied for years for having two names, but once he met Hizashi, his life became a little less dark. His parents were happy that he found one of his soulmates, but his world didn’t feel whole without you.

He never had anyone been really interested in any of his soulmates names until that one time in the changing rooms where Shirakumo saw it. 

“Whoa, you have two names?” He smiled as he looked at his wrists.

Oboro Shirakumo was soulless, which meant he didn’t have a soulmate. Maybe he wouldn’t judge like everyone else did. 

He smiled brightly when he saw Hizashi’s name, but when it came to your name, he stopped. 

“Y/N L/N?” 

He never heard anyone but himself and Hizashi pronounce your last name correctly. He went to extreme measures to saw it correctly so he wouldn’t offend you, and he was proud of that. Shirakumo knowing how to say it and how he reacted, only said one thing to him. 

He knew you, personally.

Shouta wished he could be happy about that, that he could use Oboro to meet you, but all he felt was anger for the cloud boy.

He started to hate him and avoided him all he could. He, of course, told Hizashi, who took it as becoming friends with Oboro to use him to meet you. 

Hizashi spoke, breaking Shouta’s thoughts. “There was this cutie girl who was holding Oboro’s hands, pretty sure they almost kissed. But looking at her, made me heart thump so hard man!  But when I saw the bigger picture, my body grew angry!”

Shouta grew angry just hearing about it. Was that why Oboro reacted the way he did when he saw your name on his left wrist? Because he was dating you?

Hizashi continued. “So I walked my butt up to them. They both reacted like I walked in on a soulmate cheating yo! I tried asking for her name but she refused to give it up!”

Shouta only grew angry. He wanted to snap Oboro’s head. If that girl was their soulmate, he was holding her back from her true love for some fake shit!

“So I asked if her soulmate knew she was there, ya’know, t-to see if she was yours, ya’know?” Hizashi started stuttering as he started to cry. 

Shouta sat there, hearing his soulmate cry over the phone. He couldn’t do anything, he felt his heart was going to break from anger.

“She said she doesn’t have a soulmate.”

Lying bitch.

You were going to make this hard, weren’t you?

What did that cloud fucker do to you?

What could some soulless fucker have that was better than meeting your soulmates?!

“She brought out her wrists willingly to prove she doesn’t have one.”

…

Shouta’s heart dropped.

So… That wasn’t you…

He felt his eyes water and he hunched over his desk.

God that wasn’t you.

He was about to murder Oboro because of a misunderstanding. 

He was weak. 

So fucking weak.

Shouta looked at his right wrists to look at your name.

“We’ll find her one day, ‘Zashi.” Shouta said, as strongly as he could.

---

Oboro and you walked to the UA school festival early in the morning. You too hadn’t really talked since the almost kissed thing.

“So, you’re not going to confess to lying to them?” He asked.

“To Hizashi, yes. Just call me M/N when we are there.”

“Why M/N?” He asked, raising an eye brow.

“It’s my middle name. If they hear that and my last name, they may think I’m my cousin or something. It will keep them at a distance.”

“...If you say so.” He said as he put his hands into his jacket pockets.

You wore a hoodie in your favourite colour and jeans. Casual. 

Nothing that would provoke romantic feelings from your soulmates.

[secondhand-trash]

Pro-hero masterlist

|Aizawa Shouta|

Crush Culture

You were certain that the crush you had years ago died out. But as you took up a position at your mother school, seeing the same person you crushed on seems to prove it otherwise.

Stay (modern magic au)

Two immortals kept running into each other in the span of centuries.

Attention

“Pay attention to me.”

Being friends with reader who has a video game quirk (hc)

Soft hcs (hc)

When you get inside after being out during winter for too long (drabble)

“Do you want me to save food for you?” (drabble)

|Takami Keigo/Hawks|

Paper Cranes

Your unconventional way of handling writer’s block caught the eyes of a certain bird boi.

I Miss You Most On Christmas

You loved Hawks and you could take the burden of being with someone of importance like him but you were feeling exceptionally lonely on Christmas.

Nothing and Everything

Hawks never wanted anything for his birthday, honestly. But wanting nothing was more difficult than anything with him being the no 2 hero.

Work of Art (nsfw)

Your boyfriend had a beautiful body hiding beneath those layers, you could not be blamed that you wanted to trascript that sight into actual art.

I’ve Got You Pegged (nsfw)

It’s pegging, y’all. There’s really nothing else I could say about it;)

Servant and the Red Chicken (fairytale au)

Rumours of the prince who suddenly disappeared casted a shadow across the palace. But that was none of your business, you were just a servant trying to make a living. Rather than the royal gossip, you would much get answers to why there was a loud chicken following you around the palace grounds.

Light As A Feather (nsfw)

You had always loved his wings. But it was this one particular morning when he realised just how much you loved his feathers.

A Night in Heaven (nsfw)

You did not know what you were expecting when you signed up for a night in heaven with a stranger, but what you got was definitely better than what you had hoped for

Bodysuit (nsfw)

Your boyfriend lounged around like the tease he was in his working clothes and you had enough of it.

Satin & Lace (nsfw)

The only thing better than a man in lingerie is two men in lingerie.

Goodnight with Hawks (hc)

Hawks with a s/o who praises him on everything (hc)

Going to a karaoke bar with Hawks and Tokoyami (hc)

Nerdy s/o (hc)

Soft hcs (hc)

General sub!Hawks stuff (nsfw)(hc)

Taking care of s/o during their period (hc)

Hawks with a burlesque dancer s/o (nsfw)(hc+drabble)

Hawks’ s/o got hurt during a mission (drabble)

“You did a wonderful job convincing people that you love me, I almost fell for it.” (drabble)

Hug and Comfort (drabble)

Pro hero!reader when Hawks turned to villainy (drabble)

Breeding (nsfw)(drabble)

The feeling of looking up at the sky to see that one brightest star and feel at awe because you normally can’t see any stars in the city (drabble)

When you smell the cookies baking in the oven after your arms are sore from beating the mixture till white and fluffy for 30 minutes (drabble)

The sound of cica chirping on a summer night (drabble)

The feeling of the first breath of cold air in the morning+When you walk home from the road you go on every day only to look up to see the sun setting and you are filled with awe of how breathtakingly beautiful such a scene you are used to seeing could be+ When you see people walking past you in the evening, your heart filled with an odd warmth knowing that these people are on the way home to the ones they love (drabble)

When you get back inside after being out during winter for too long (slight nsfw)(drabble)

“How could you betray me like this?” (drabble)

“We aren’t meant to be, can’t you tell?” (drabble)

Sub!Hawks being cocky at first (nsfw)(drabble)

Hiding reader in his house after “killing” them for the League (drabble)

Reader tugging themselves under his wings when they thought he was asleep (drabble)

Tying him up and teasing him with a feather (nsfw)(drabble)

Using cheesy pickup lines on his s/o (drabble)

Modeling for a couple’s clothing line with his crush (drabble)

Hiring another winged hero at his agency (drabble)

You were the nurse at the ward he was staying in (drabble)

Hawks visit nurse!reader at the hospital during patrol (nsfw)(drabble)

Late Night Cravings aka birb brought you nugs at night (drabble)

Pegging Hawks (again)  (nsfw)(drabble)

Going sub when you suck him off (nsfw)(drabble)

Lifted off the ground mid air against a wall (nsfw)(drabble)

Marking s/o up (nsfw)(drabble)

Alive aka making out with an adrenaline rush (slight nsfw)(drabble)

Being lured in by yokai!Hawks (nsfw)(drabble)(yokai au)

Watching the sun rise on a rooftop (drabble)

Anxious to see his kids while being in the hospital (drabble)

Ways to kiss a stupid bird during an epidemic (drabble)

Taking care of him in the hospital (drabble)

Museum (drabble)

|Yamada Hizashi/Present Mic|

Being friends with reader who has a video game quirk (hc)

|All Might|

Being friends with reader who has a video game quirk (hc)

|Toyomitsu Taishiro/Fatgum|

Soft hcs (hc)

The feeling of sinking into your bed after a long day (drabble)

[ryujin-zanba]

Party Animal

This one got a little long 😅

It’s Midnight’s birthday and Aizawa insists that he’s happy to come along with you to the party, but there’s a reason the underground hero tends to avoid such high-energy occasions~

Rating: Teen & Up Words: 1125 Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Social Anxiety, Separation Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Caretaking, Anxious Aizawa

This is undeniably the very last place Aizawa wants to be, but it’s Nemuri’s birthday and she’s been his friend nearly as long as Hizashi, so he couldn’t really decline. 

 Well, he could have, and he would have... if it weren’t for you.

 Not that you’d pushed him to come. On the contrary, you’d assured him you’d make excuses for him if he wanted to stay home, but surprising though it is, Aizawa would rather endure the discomfort of a loud party and be with you than be without. 

 He flinches at the first hint of music as you cross the street. It’s audible from out here, so inevitably it’s going to be even louder inside, and you notice how Aizawa hunches his shoulders up to try and defend his ears without making it obvious that he’s already uncomfortable.

 “Sweetheart,” you tut, trying to unball a clenched fist by taking his hand. “We can go home. I know this isn’t your scene and Nemuri has known you long enough to understand if you didn’t want to—”

 “I’m fine,” he lies, “besides, who’s gunna’ make sure you get home safe? It’s only logical that I accompany you.”

 “…Right,” you smirk, catching his eye for a second and watching how he quickly averts his gaze and blushes a little.

 “Come on,” he insists, squeezing your hand in preparation for the stress he’s about to expose himself to. “Let’s just get this over with.”

 You say nothing, but find yourself giving the back of his head an affectionate scratch.

 He says it’s only logical, but really there’s nothing logical about him being here at all, given how he is. That’s how you know it’s not logic though, it’s simply you, and he’d brave anything for you, even one of Midnight’s famously wild birthday parties. 

 It’s at a night club, so after flashing your invites you’re swiftly ushered inside.

 Aizawa is already gripping your hand like he’s hanging off a cliff by it, and you see how his jaw clenches as the pounding music thrums in his bones and sends signals to his brain that tell him his tolerance for this high-energy situation is already on a timer. 

 You quickly spot the birthday girl on her pedestal chatting away to her boys and several other heroes, and you catch her eye with a wave, attempting to make your way over only to realise you’re anchored to something.

 “Shou? Come on let’s go over there, it’s a bit quieter on that side,” you encourage, leaning in so you don’t have to shout too much.

 You feel him shaking his head as he leans in closer too, putting his other hand on your shoulder as he struggles for a moment to try and find his voice.

 “There’s a crowd,” is the best he can do in terms of an explanation. 

 It’s good enough for you to understand though, and you kiss his cheek reassuringly before guiding him to the edge of the dance floor and weaving your way around instead of diving into the throng of people. 

 Having lost sight of you for a moment, Nemuri looks surprised when you pop up again, and she hops down from the garish leopard-print love-seat to greet you both. 

 “So glad you came!” the R-rated hero cheers. “Hey, you’re a real miracle-worker, y’know? This one’s never been to a single one of my birthdays,” she points out with a playful jab at the ornery man beside you.

 Aizawa makes no attempt to defend himself from that since it’s not really a lie, but just when you think he might be getting a little more comfortable here, his body goes rigid at the sound of Hizashi’s hazy voice rasping through the speakers. 

 “Hey-hey-hey, listeners! Present Mic is in the house!” he announces, addling on as Aizawa slumps beside you and grumbles that he needs a drink.

 You couldn’t hear him over the noise, but you saw his lips movie, and it seems like Midnight had the same idea as she gives an order to one of her boys, who then sweeps over and offers to escort you. 

 “We’re getting drinks,” you inform after briefly conferring with the young hero. “You stay here, okay?” 

 “Huh?!” Aizawa starts when, too soon before his rattled brain has processed your words, you’re letting go of his hand. “W-wait! I’ll come!” he insists, panic taking hold in seconds when the crowd swallows you up. 

 “Hey, Shouta, you doin’ okay?” Nemuri investigates as she stops clapping along to Hizashi’s chanting for a moment and notices how the underground hero is visibly starting to show distress. 

 Aizawa doesn’t answer, he just continues searching frantically through the sea of people for a hint of you.

 “The bar’s just over there, hun,” she points out to him, catching on quick. “They won’t be long.”

 “I feel dizzy,” Aizawa murmurs, his breathing frantic as the walls start to warp and the crowd seems to swell and draw threateningly near to him. 

 He’s so disoriented that he doesn’t actually realise who’s talking to him at first when you steady him and say, “Are you uncomfortable? Do you want to leave?” 

 “I’m gunna’ throw up,” Aizawa moans deliriously, sweat on his brow as he grows faint.

 The brief conversation between you and Nemuri goes something like: “Is he okay? Do you need me to help?” and “It’s alright, I’ve got him. We’ll go outside for some air. I’ll text you if we need to leave.”

 But all Aizawa hears is a deafening buzz before going limp in your arms as you gather him up.

   “Ah, there he is,” your gentle voice rings clear now as Aizawa comes to.

 He looks a little bewildered by your jacket being on him, but then as one thing after another comes into focus, his situation becomes less strange and he gathers that you’re sat on the steps out back.

 “Have some more water, sweetheart,” you encourage, bringing the plastic cup to his flaky lips for him.

 “Ugh, what’s that taste?” Aizawa grimaces when he realises how dry and acidic his mouth feels.

 “You threw up,” you enlighten.

 “Oh... th-thanks,” he mumbles as he takes the cup and swills his mouth out before downing the rest. 

 “Ready for home then?” you conclude as you get up and stretch your arms a little. “I’m actually pretty partied out,” you lie to spare him from that hang-dog expression that implies his guilt over dragging you away so soon.

 “Yeah,” Aizawa sighs. “Gotta’ make sure you get home safe, right?” he reminds, managing a weary smile. 

 His knees buckle as he starts to stand, but you catch him just as faithfully as every other time. 

 “Come on, party animal,” you wink. “I’ll carry you.”

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[justkeeptrekkin]

Ineffable EraserMic

For all my BNHA and Good Omens fans, a crossover! 😇

but more specifically to the love of my life, @sraye96 . Happy birthday baby girl 💖🌻I hope you enjoy!!

***

He knows he’s an angel- not because of the white wings and white dress, but because he can practically smell the logic from here.

There’s the odd tree and palm leaf in the way, but Hizashi can see him, standing up on the wall. The material of his dress fluttering in the gentle breeze up above. Long curls of black hair pouring down his back, and white wings drooping- a bit lazily, which takes Hizashi by surprise, given how uptight angels usually are. Even from where Hizashi is perched on his branch down below, claws digging into the bark, he gives off an interesting vibe.

He’s curious.

Hizashi turns his gaze towards the inside of the garden; he can see Adam and Eve whispering, heads together. Then he looks back up at the angel. He reckons he can take a break from the tempting, for a short while.

With a few short, fast beats of his wings, he flies up onto the wall, beside the angel. And with a little effort, the colourful feathers shift into black, the beak morphs into a face, and blonde hair falls over his shoulders. All the while, the angel turns and looks at him, watching with nothing more than distant interest.

Hizashi sighs in satisfaction, rolling his shoulders and kicking out his legs. “Oh, man. It’s nice having actual legs again. I hate having claws.”

He looks at the angel. Two dark, strangely tired looking eyes stare back at him- look him up and down- then back out at the view beyond. And he doesn’t know why he feels disappointed- he supposes he’d hoped he’d get him to smile. That’s sort of his skill; tricking people into thinking he’s just a harmless bird, sort of funny, sort of entertaining. Having people underestimate him, until it’s too late.

The angel stares out at the desert, looking, for all intents and purposes, a little bored.

“You on duty too, then, huh?”

There’s the flicker of a frown- it looks like confusion rather than irritation, which is new to this famously irritating demon. The angel stares at him evenly. Not quite judgmentally, just- blankly.

Angels really give Hizashi the creeps sometimes.

“Obviously,” he replies in a low voice.

Hizashi blinks. “Wow. Your voice is totally more badass than I expected. It’s like- gravelly.”

“And you sound more like a children’s party entertainer than a demon.”

The burst of surprise isn’t anywhere near as strong as the thrill he’s experiencing. “Holy shit, and he’s a bitch, too! And listen, I like my voice. You can tell I was the fun angel back in the day, amiright? That’s why they cast me down, I was just too cool. Partied too hard.”

The blank look remains unchanged. He just stares, apparently unconvinced. “Right.”

They both turn away, gaze out at the rolling dunes. The sun setting slowly, and some clouds are forming above. The angel tilts his head upwards and watches the clouds gather with a weary look that says, there we go, thought that’d happen sometime soon.

“You managed to tempt them, then,” the angel says, catching Hizashi a little off guard.

“Oh- uh, yeah. I did. Although, less tempted them and more didn’t stop talking about it till I annoyed them into eating it.”

“Mm,” he replies, sounding unsurprised.

“And what about you- oh, shit, wait. I don’t even know your name.”

“Shouta.”

Hizashi smiles at how easily he parts with this information. It’s an evocative name: translating literally as to soar. Such a typically angelic name. Hizashi steps closer, trying to get a better view of the angel’s impartial expression. “Shouta. Well, how about you, Shouta? Did you do your good miracling stuff? Did you do some good deeds like a good boy?”

If Shouta is irritated by his mocking tone, he doesn’t show it. He simply replies, “Of course. That’s my job.”

“Damn. For a second, I could’ve sworn you were more interesting than that.”

The angel’s eyes flick up to the sky- and there’s the irritation. “Unsurprisingly, I don’t care whether you think I’m interesting.”

“I love it when we argue, talk dirty to me.”

“And you?”

“And me what, angel?”

“Your name. What’s your name.”

The easy, happy feeling that’s emerged from this banter dampens. He looks down at his human feet, folds his arms across his chest, then turns his head away.

“You’re not going to tell me.”

“I mean, why should I? I barely know you, man.”

“I told you mine.”

“Yuhuh, sure, but you didn’t have to. And I don’t have to tell you mine.”

They stand in awkward silence. Hizashi doesn’t like silence. That’s why he wakes Adam and Eve up every quiet morning with squawking. And the wind picks up a bit, the clouds getting darker and Hizashi’s hands grip his biceps tighter. The breeze whips up the black material of his dress so it dances like a shadow.

“Just call me Mic,” he says eventually.

There’s a beat, a short pause. “Mic it is.”

Maybe one day- maybe one day, he’ll tell him his angel name. Hizashi: sunshine. That’s what he was once, and he’s not quite ready to shuck that name yet. Not yet.

And it’s only then that he’s reminded- “Wait a sec. Yo. Dude. Shit, I’m so dumb, I knew you were missing something.”

The angel tenses, his previously tired and lazy stance setting like stone. The wind picks up the black curls of his hair, and his eyes stare stoically in the other direction.

“Yeah!” Hizashi continues. “You- you had a sword! I saw it the other day, it was all shiny and shit.”

“Shiny and shit,” Shouta echoes dully.

“Yeah! A flaming sword, plucked right from the sun. Right? Right? I’m right, aren’t I?” Right? Shouta?”

“Yes,” he growls.

Hizashi beams. Shouta won’t meet his eyes. “Shouta! What did you do with it, Shouta? Shouta? Shouta-?”

“Shut up.”

“Shouta? Shouta? Oh my- shit, fuck, man, wait, you lost your sword right? Don’t tell me you lost it- ho ho holy shit-”

“I gave it away.”

Hizashi feels his mouth hang open. Stares at him in pure delight. “You what?”

“I gave it away,” he says a little more loudly, but no less wearily. “They needed it. I didn’t. It was logical.”

“Log- logical? To get rid of a holy flaming sword? And give it to the humans?”

“I didn’t need it,” he repeats, jaw ticking impatiently.

“Oh my- fuck, you’re my hero right, you- do you know that? Like, you’ve literally blown my mind-”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“It totally is! I thought you were like all the others, playing by the rules, but fuck, dude, you’re more punk than me! You like doing shit your own away, don’t you?”

That makes Shouta frown, a dark expression that’s somehow stormier than the clouds circulating overhead. And he turns sharply to glare at Hizashi with fierce, disapproving eyes. “I do what’s right. I do what’s best for humanity. It’s cruel not to give them the tools they need to survive. That’s how an angel is meant to be.”

“Meant to be,” Hizashi snorts. He adds a pfft and a wave of his hand. “Meant to be, shmeant to be. You’re an anarchist.”

“I’m not an anarchist. It was only-”

“Logical, yeah. I think you’re just soft.”

And that makes Shouta’s expression slacken, lips parting in quiet surprise. Then, it hardens again, defensive. “I’m not soft.”

“You- yeah, what’s not soft about giving a literal angelic, burning sword to two stupid stinky humans? Just to help them out a widdle teensy bit?”

“It’s my job to protect them-”

“No, it’s your job to follow the rules and act out the ineffable plan.”

He blinks at him. His expression hardens further. It’s not just stoicism, though- there’s a flicker of doubt in his eyes. “Shut up,” he says.

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen, I never shut up. Sorry. I’m just sayin’ it how it is.”

That’s what got him into trouble with Heaven in the first place, and that’s how he’s keeping it.

They both look out into the desert again. Hizashi ruffles his wings, getting his feathers into a more comfortable position now that the wind has displaced them. Then-

“Oh! Look, look, see? There they are! Got your sword too! Shit, Adam’s got moves!”

They watch as Adam swings the sword at a lion, Eve cowering. Hizashi smirks, is about to make some comment like wouldn’t it be funny if I did the good thing and you did the bad thing. But when he sees Shouta’s certain, proud expression, he realises that joke wouldn’t hit a nerve at all. The angel knows what he’s done, and he knows he’s right.

He can see why Heaven chose this one to stay on Earth. He’s a pretty independent spirit. Probably works best alone, not following orders. Maybe they think he’d do a good job, maybe they just didn’t want him to cause trouble upstairs. Or maybe they were scared of him, and left him here- just like they left Hizashi in Hell.

When Shouta turns to find Hizashi staring, he moves his eyes away. This angel makes him self-conscious, like no one else ever has. Not in a bad way, he doesn’t think, it’s just that- he’s never cared about how other people judge him. Not even God, really. But for some reason, around Shouta, he wants to impress.

That ain’t good, Hizashi thinks to himself.

And then it begins to rain, at last. Big, fat rain drops, leaving wet circles on the stone of the wall. Making the leaves bounce with loud splats and darkening the sand below. Hizashi grimaces, scrunches up his face and feels his blonde hair sticking to his face.

“Ew,” he grumbles.

He hears a snort. He turns to look. And he finds a huge, terrifying, and quite frankly demonic grin.

“You look like a drowned rat,” Shouta says mildly, smile softening.

“So do you!”

“I don’t care about getting wet. You just look pissed off about it. It’s funny.”

“Asshole,” Hizashi spits.

That somehow makes him smile again, though not as maniacally this time. Annoying, that the only time Hizashi has managed to make him smile has been unintentionally.

And then, Shouta extends a wing over Hizashi’s head- looking the other way as if ignoring the action.

And something in Hizashi swells, bursts, is brought back to life. Something in him that he thought had died in the fall, something that feels remarkably like love. It’s reinvigorated when he looks at Shouta turning away, a petulant pout on his lips like he doesn’t want to admit he’s being nice to a demon.

Yeah, that ain’t good, Hizashi remarks to himself once more.

Nonetheless, he accepts the wing. He steps under it. He looks away from Shouta, out at the view.

And he sees it; he sees a future laid out before him. He sees the inevitability, the ineffability of it. He sees six thousand years on Earth with Shouta ahead of him, and all he can do is prepare for the ride.

[blxckdamask]

Trashcan’s Fic Rec

So since it's the end of May, I thought it would be nice to rec some of my favourite fics I've read throughout the month. Most of these are BNHA since that's what I’m into now lmao. I’m doing this instead of writing the 5 fics I have planned and I havent posted in like 3 weeks oops.

Bakudeku Fics:

Plus Ultra Parenting by Superior_Moustache | 39k | 10/? | fluff | established relationship | kidfic 

Izuku and Katsuki, better known to the world as the Wonder Duo: Deku and Kacchan. The married hero couple finally adopted their first child together, a bouncing baby boy. Luckily, they're on paternity leave for one year (thank god), so they can bond with their son as much as possible. They're going to be the best damn daddies and go beyond PLUS ULTRA!

Katsuki Bakugou has No Goddamn Chill (But Its For The Best That He Doesn’t) by Rosae  | 8k | 2/2 | hurt/comfort | fluff | platonic or romantic 

Alternatively titled: The Entire Goddamn School Gives Up On Trying To Understand These Two & Aizawa is Really Tired.

Izuku and Bakugou had a long and complicated history, but most of the school was pretty sure that they understood where the two currently stood as rivals. Then Izuku's dad showed up on campus and everyone's preconceptions were mercilessly thrown out the window. In which Bakugou tries to murder a man, has a soft side and convinces his entire class the twilight zone is real.

Ft. Part 2: Turns out Izuku and Bakugou will work together willingly if given proper motivation. Endeavor showing up for a training exercise apparently qualifies. Aizawa is really tired of these children not asking for help and everyone else is absolutely terrified (and secretly very glad these two don't work together more often).

briar roses (and hundred years of sleep) by vannral | 15k | 5/5 | angst w/ a happy ending | get together | eventual nsfw 

In complete honesty, no one who knows the Class 3-A should be surprised anymore. Izuku is asleep.

In which Izuku is hit by a ‘Sleeping Beauty’ Quirk, Class 3-A tries to find his True Love and get them to kiss him, and Katsuki’s very angry about it all.

Six Between by majjale | 2k | 1/1 | angst | established relationship | betrayal 

Izuku is hospitalized after a nasty fight. Katsuki finally visits.

Utopia by Kanea_vR | 2k | 1/1 | fluff | established relationship | marriage proposal | domestic 

In which Izuku worries that his and Katsuki’s relationship has become too domestic, and Katsuki proves him right. Not that either of them are complaining.

Todobaku Fics: 

No Questions by ravenssaur | 3k | 1/1 | hurt/comfort | angst | deaf!bakugou

Everytime his doorbell rings at 3am, Todoroki knows exactly who is it.

Kitties Tale by Midknight_works | 2k | 1/1 | fluff | domestic | slight nsfw

Bakugou brings home a stray box full of kittens for his and Shouto’s one year anniversary.

Where White Lilies Lay by sodapopcurtis | 17k | 1/2 | break up & make up | angst | hurt/comfort | fluff 

Shouto’s eyes light up in a way that rivals every star in the galaxy, and the past year falls to pieces. “You’re Katsuki.”

With staggered breath, he replies, “You remember me?”

“Of course I do,” Shouto says, “You’re my boyfriend.”

---

Todoroki Shouto gets amnesia and remembers only two things: 1) his name, and 2) that he's dating Bakugou Katsuki.

The only problem is, they broke up a year ago.

Deeper by snakeskinbuffalo | 3k | 1/1 | soulmate au | get together | tw suicide attempt, self harm, depression 

“Katsuki, your soulmate is someone who will always be by your side. They will be someone who completes you. Together, you will make an unstoppable force.”

AU where Bakugou and Todoroki are soulmates and Bakugou is in denial.

Do You Like... (series) by degradedpsychotic | 3 works | 57k | not completed | very nsfw | established relationship | cheating 

Shouto is looking at the damn vent like he’s about to make a break for it. “It’s not, um, what it looks-” “It’s exactly what it looks like,” Katsuki cuts across, his voice losing its bite. Shouto flinches, and silence spreads between them like the frost on Shouto’s fingers.

- - -

Shouto Todoroki and Katsuki Bakugo are tired of their marriage.

better late than never by bonnia | 12k | 1/1 | body swap au | get together | aggressive hand holding (lmao) 

“I’m sorry, but I’m not letting you go. I quite like being in my own body.” Todoroki's next breath comes out icy cold, and Katsuki leans as far back as their joint hands will allow.

“Are you fucking hearing yourself?” he sputters, feeling heat crawl up his neck to his ears.

(or: bakugou and todoroki get hit by a body swap quirk, and physical contact seems to be the only answer to their predicament)

Without Hesitation by XenophoneSpeaks | 8k | 2/2 | love confessions | hurt/comfort | get together | fluff | angst w/ a happy ending

The first time Bakugou told Todoroki he was in love with him, he thought he’d die.

Starting Over From Ground Zero by HyacinthAtropa & XenophoneSpeaks | temporary amnesia | get together | coming out | nsfw | angst w/ a happy ending 

“What would their relationship have been like, if Bakugou’s pride hadn’t stood in the way? Would they have been friends, or would things have mostly stayed the same? Would Bakugou have been happier, more open and honest about his feelings and wants and needs as a person? Would he have accepted and even appreciated the comfort others offered him, rather than always keeping people at arm’s-length in an effort to maintain an image of independence and strength?

Todoroki didn’t know.

He didn’t know. But he wanted to.

Abruptly, like a bolt of lightning, he realized he actually had the chance to find out.”

(Or: that one where Bakugou has temporary amnesia and Todoroki is tasked with caring for him until his memory returns, but ends up falling in love with the part of Bakugou that Bakugou has always kept hidden away instead.)

i don’t need to hear to know how i feel (series) by Lizxcliff | 5 works | 16k | not completed | deaf todoroki | coffee shop au | get together | fluff | angst | eventual nsfw 

“English tea, right?” He asked. The man in front of him stared, unsure of how to interact with the handsome, blonde man. This, of course, annoyed Bakugou. “Speak, moron.” He said harsher. Todoroki continued looking at him. He probably doesn’t speak sign language. He reached towards the left end of the counter and grabbed a paper menu. Searching quickly, Todoroki found the English tea, and pointed to it.

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pink cheeks, calloused hands, small wonders by TheGodWith5Yen | 37k | 7/7 | established relationship | domestic fluff | pregnancy | kid fic | adoption 

Her hands found his. She breathed out. Her breath smelled like Listerine, it made Katsuki wrinkle his nose at her.

“I’m pregnant.”

Katsuki’s eyes widened and he stared at her, his mouth opening. “Oh shit. Shit, whoa, okay, wow.” His hands unclasped from hers and traveled down to her stomach. “Ochako, wow.” Not even an hour ago he was convinced his girlfriend was breaking up with him. His mind couldn’t completely wrap around what was happening, but he couldn’t stop looking at his girlfriend in awe. He kissed her forehead, a smacking kiss with a “mwah” sound that had Ochako rolling her eyes and cuddling closer to him. “You’re pregnant.”

“I am.” Ochako agreed, her voice steady and confidant.

Katsuki licked his dry lips. His mind was racing. “Cool.”

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Broken down and humiliated after her crushing defeat in the Sports Festival, Uraraka just wants to sleep off her injuries in the infirmary. She didn't expect to get a very loud and very angry roommate for the night.

(A Kacchako one shot that turned into a love story.)

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Five times Hizashi feels like a burden to Shouta and one time he finally snaps with Shouta by his side to pick up the pieces.

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Hizashi is all too aware that they’re polar opposites, Shouta being the calm to his storm, the quiet to his loud exuberance. Shouta, who’s at his most content curled up on the couch in their shared living room, or anywhere, really, napping or idly playing with their two cats while Hizashi’s busy going through his ever-growing music library, bothering Shouta for his opinion before adding the songs that have gained his friend’s grudging approval to whatever new playlist that he’s working on.

No matter how hard he tries, he can’t leave him alone and, miraculously, Shouta’s been tolerating him for fifteen years.

He hopes to God that it hasn’t become an obligation.

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Morgan doesn’t really know Captain America.

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What if Remus and Sirius realised Harry was being abused? What if all Dumbledore’s careful plans were pulled apart by the power he relied on most of all?

After the Triwizard Tournament, a traumatised Harry admits he can't go back to Privet Drive. Sirius and Remus refuse to submit to Dumbledore's plan and take him back to Grimmauld Place with them, where they must learn how to live together, how to care for one another, and how to trust one another. After so long, can they build a family together? Will they even have a chance when a war rages outside their door? And can the prophecy ever be fulfilled?

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Oh, uh, Aizawa and Hizashi playing the pocky game with reader please?

Aizawa Shouta

Ever since you started dating Aizawa, he knew you absolutely adored one thing in particular.

S W E E T S

So, of course, you’d always be seen munching on something sweet, be it candies, lolipops, cake or whatever.

Seeing how happy they make you, Aizawa made sure to always carry around something in his pockets.

They sort of just acted like a fuel now, keeping up your spirits and all that.

Since you were a teacher at U.A., you always found that the best way to motivate your students was to reward them with something nice-

So what better than some quality candy?

Sure, not every day was for teaching, so you still had quite a lot of piles of paperwork to do, since you slacked off (it’s incredibly boring).

But…The principal found out and it wasn’t the best sight one could see.

So, here you were, in your nicely decorated office, a pack of Strawberry Pocky on the table, easily accessible, so you munched on each stick as you tried to finish the paperwork asap.

You didn’t even realise when Aizawa entered your office, asking to talk to you, since you were so focused on getting everything done.

He knew you could get lost in your own world sometimes and it wasn’t easy to get you out of it, but sighing, his brain made a master plan.

Smiling slightly, he gripped the rotating chair’s back and made you face him, looking up at him confused like “When did you even get here??” , but before you could say anything, he got dangerously close to your face, cupping it with his hands gently, then munched on the Pocky rapidly, kissing you passionately, making your mind go blank, but also kiss back.

When he pulled away, you could only look at him with more confusion as a pink blush coloured your cheeks.

“Wh-When did you get here?”“Not long ago. I needed to speak to you.”“So you just kissed me?”“Should I not have?”“I-I didn’t say that!”“So you liked it.”“Of course I did, Shouta, now really, what is it?”“You know…I think those sweets really have an effect on you. Your lips are very sweet.”“A-Aizawa, don’t say such things!”“Just telling it like it is. Also…Bring some of these when you get home. They are surprisingly good…And fun.”“R-Right…Okay then.”

With that, he turned around to leave, quite satisfied with the result.

Truth be told, Hizashi had told him that he saw you getting a few packs of Pocky and that it’d be a wasted opportunity not to play the game with you~.

You, of course, got more packs, despite blushing like crazy, since it was actually quite unexpected of Shouta to act the way he did.

But, nonetheless…It was quite sweet of him.

HIZASHI YAMADA

Now, I see Hizashi as a super mega big adorable dork who’d do lots of cheesy with and for his lover and it’d be filled with giggles and heartfelt smiles.

Doing the Pocky game with his S/O is one of his dreams since he always found it a very cute and sweet opportunity to see them blush and also kiss them sweetly.

The problem was that he was a tiny bit shy and didn’t really muster up the courage yet to randomly stroll next to you with a charming smile and offer you a Pocky stick, despite of Midnight’s and Aizawa’s encouragements.

One day, you and him were commenting on a Hero Sports Festival and he was really getting into it, making you look at him lovingly and laugh at his funny and over the too comments.

When a break finally happened, between the 2nd and the 3rd Festival parts, you turned off the microphones and looked at him with a sweet smile plastered on your face.

This only made him grin in confusion, trying to understand the hidden motive behind your mysterious behaviour.

Not breaking eye contact, you opened your coat like a drug-dealer and took out a pack of Chocolate Pocky, opening it like a back of cigarettes and putting one between your lips, wiggling it a bit in an attempt to make him join the game.

This only made him squee in glee and rapidly start munching on his end of the Pocky and when you got to the middle, he pulled away and threw his arms up in victory.

“I WON!!”“Oh, come on, Hizashi, we both know you didn’t.”“Nuh-huh! I definitely did!”“Oh~? Then, you’re confident in your Pocky game abilities? How about a rematch then. I have a whole pack with me and the break just began.”“I…Well…Uh…BRING IT ON!”“Gladly~.”

But instead of getting another stick, you just crash your lips to his, kissing him lovingly while tickling his sides.

Hizashi couldn’t stop shaking and laughing like a little kid, begging for mercy since he is VERY ticklish, bless his soul.

And like a nice person that you are…You clearly didn’t stop the tickling until the next part of the festival began and you had to resume your commentator position, with you as smug as ever and Hizashi quiet, trying to regain his breath after the lovely torture he had to endure.

It was all worth it though.

The Pocky Game is always worth it.

[squishytenya]

Cooking For Them Headcanons

Could I have some hcs for any teachers of your choosing with a s/o who cooks a lot and often makes cute little bento boxes for them to bring to school for lunch?

↬ Parings: Aizawa x reader, Midnight x reader, Present Mic x reader, All Might x reader, Vlad King x reader

↬ Reader: Gender Neutral 

↬ Warnings: fluff, slight PDA

Midnight 

As much as nemuri might not seem like it, she's a sucker for cute, simple things

There’s something about coming home to her cute little s/o dancing around the kitchen, flour in your hair that just gets her heart racing a little bit.

She raves about you to her co-workers a lot too, before you even started making her bentos which means that, when you do start, she is incapable of shutting up about it

The first time you ever gave her one, you were slightly nervous so you just slipped it into her bag without her realising

But when she opened it, she solidly almost started crying and immediately pranced over to Hizashi and Shouta to show off what her amazon s/o had made her

She made sure to give you a suitable thanks when she got home don’t worry ;)

Ever since then, she gets kind grouchy if she doesn’t get her bento, even her students have begun to notice when she’s having an off day

She can’t help it, she misses the little hot dog octopus you would make her and the onigiri with a puppy face on it

So whenever you can, you bring her the bento at work and she always thanks you with a massive, probably slightly inappropriate kiss

Doesn’t really matter who is in the general area she has to say thank you for your hard work

Aizawa

This man lives off of jelly pouches, you’re a god send

he can cook but he very much prefers your cooking

chances are he’s gonna leave the bento at home the first few times you make him one

not because he doesn’t like it but because everyone knows he hasn’t made it and he prefers not to be asked about his private life

but the moment you notice you bring it to him anyway so that plans out the window

he usually just grumbles when you appear to give it to him

but he does take you outside to give you a quick thank you kiss

he tells you to bring it during his break next time he forgets because he walked in to his students wiggling their brows and Denki’s ‘was that your s/o sensei?’

usually brings it in the morning after that incident

he really does love them though and saves photos in his ‘y/n‘ folder

All might

genuinely  almost cries the first time you cooked a meal for him, no lie

especially since you took his stomach into consideration and made something he could actually eat that didn’t have too much sugar etc

plus, if anyone deserves a little domesticity, it’s Toshinori

so thankful every time you cook for him because a lot of the time he is too tired to cook for himself

He can only really make deserts so that is his thanks after most dinners or he brings you little pastries at work

adores when you show up at UA to give him his bento

especially if he can show you off to his students

has an appreciation for the cute bento food

if there is any hot dog squids, shaped rice or seaweed drawings you bet he’s taking a photo to keep

always eats it all and makes sure to thank you when he sees you with a little present of a cuddle 

Vlad King

the king of being domestic with you

he’s a pretty great cook himself so expect to be cooking together a lot

he eats a lot of meat and if you’re not okay with cooking :/ but he does his best to help you

Sekijiro loves complimenting you to anyone that will listen (usually an enthusiastic Nemuri or a less-so Shouta)

when you bring him a bento he definitely puts it on his desk in a way people can see it

class 1B know about you by now but they use that opportunity to ask about you

partially because they want to avoid work but also because they like seeing how happy it makes him to talk about you

any social medias he has pretty much just have you and the bentos you make him on them

please make him something vlad king themed, he deserves it

Kan is always so grateful too, he never takes your food for granted and finishes it all

expect a lot of thank yous kisses and food in return

he just wants to show you how much he loves it

Present Mic

Oh boy if he wasn’t whipped for you before

As loud and garish as he is, Zashi has a soft side and you bring it out immensely 

Hes always first to give feedback on your food, which is mostly just happy chewing, and just about dies the first time you show up at UA to give him a bento

You even got a present mic themed bento wrap for giggles but he genuinely loved the fact that you just had that lying around

He yells his thanks very loudly down the halls while you leave which made you giggle because Shouta smacked him soon after

He took like fifteen photos for his instagram of the one bento, especially because of the car you had put into it

He loved how everything was meticulously placed and cooked exactly how he liked it

He makes it up to you by cooking you dinner when he gets home or cooking with you and sitting with you to feed you if you’ve had a long day

One time you made the present mic logo in his rice in seaweed and he almost steamed the school down

His bentos really are the highlight of his day though no matter if you bring them during teaching hours or his radio show, he just likes seeing you and what you make for him.

hope you guys liked them, sorry for not posting for so long!

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