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Gift for TachibanasWife: Hajime laughs, “Are you going to ask me if I’d still love you if you were a worm again?” (IwaOi, HQ)
Would you still love me if I were the size of a truck?
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tags: omegaverse, pregnancy, implied antenatal depression, comfort
note: i've picked up a few more HQ gotcha fics after pinch hits were opened up and here's one of the (surprisingly many?) pregnancy fics i picked up. enjoy~
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Tooru has mixed feelings when he ends up pregnant. He imagines himself in a few months, all stretched out in the middle with no clothes big enough to fit him. He’ll have giant swollen feet, will probably be lucky if he can see them, and won’t be able to go to the bathroom alone. He’s sure that by the time he’s six months pregnant, Hajime will be tired of him and he’ll be giving birth alone!
Hajime notices he’s spiraling and pinches his cheeks to get him to focus again, “I’m not going to leave you.”
“But I won’t be pretty anymore,” Tooru tells him. He’s only half joking. He knows Hajime isn’t the type of person to care about stuff like that, but…pregnancy was a big change. Not just physically. Their lives would be different from here on out. What if he gave birth and Hajime changed his mind about being a father with him?
His husband kisses him and then whispers, “You’re always going to be the prettiest. Now stop fishing for compliments!”
Tooru pouts, “You only say that now because I’m not the size of a truck!”
Hajime laughs, “Are you going to ask me if I’d still love you if you were a worm again?”
“No,” he grins, “I’m going to ask if you’d still love me if I were the size of a truck.”
His husband pulls him close and starts to scent him, “I would.”
“I’ll be all hard edges and cold and huge. I won’t fit on normal roads.”
He gets a kiss on his temple, “It’s fine. We’ll take the long way. And listen to that cringey pop music you love.”
Tooru is already feeling sleepy from their scenting but he weakly pounds on Hajime’s chest, “Pop music isn’t cringey. It’s stylish. And catchy. I’ve heard you humming it before. Fake hater.”
He feels the rumble of laughter as he closes his eyes.
Scenting soothes Tooru.
It always has but it helps even more after he’s pregnant. He’s not sure why but doubts easily worm their way into his head nowadays and he’s glad he has Hajime at his side to keep him grounded. He’d never known having a child would be so exhausting, not just physically but also mentally (His mother laughs when he tells her, I just thought I’d feel bad for two weeks and that it would hurt 9 months after that! )
It helps when he reads books like The 101s of Childbirth, What the Media Hides About Childbirth, a Guide For Pregnant Parents by Real Birthgivers, How to Raise Independant and Healthy Kids, Simple and Easy Exercises for Omegan Parents, and Will My Body Ever Recover? 10 Easy Steps to Get Back Your Pre-Pregnancy Body by Award Winning Pregnancy Coach Tanaka Jun. Hajime tells him that he doesn’t need books like the last one. That his body will always be perfect. He scowls down at some of the advice and tells him, Your body is changing so that you can nurture our baby properly, during the pregnancy and after.
Tooru isn’t easily pacified. He whines, “But you’re my husband! You’re supposed to say mushy things like that!”
Hajime sighs but looks determined, “Ok. If you’re really worried, I can take care of researching that aspect of pregnancy. You’re already stressed enough.”
And he does. Tooru has seen more reputable titles on his desk (Building Body Fat for a Healthy Pregnancy, 10 Ways to Help Keep Your Mobility While Pregnant) and in his bookmarks (5 Ways My Wife Helped Decrease My Stress During Pregnancy, What I Wish I Knew Before I Became Pregnant (And How I Improved My Mental Health)). They start doing simple workouts at home, which are mainly stretching and breathing focused. It helps him relax
The scenting especially helps when the morning symptoms finally kick in and when the bump finally grows from the size of a peach to the size of a volleyball.
He feels so undesirable in those moments.
“Let’s go out on a date,” Hajime tells him one day when Tooru is under so many blankets, brooding.
“Don’t wanna.”
“Didn’t you say you were craving something sweet?” he asks and Tooru feels himself crumble.
“I am…”
Hajime snakes a hand under the blankets to rub at his belly, “Let’s go for a walk. We can get some fresh air.”
He doesn’t need to tell him he’s worried about Tooru staying cooped in for days for him to understand. He gets out of bed and his feet are slightly sore. Hajime takes no pity, telling him it’s his fault for hibernating in their nest while he’s been busy at work. Then apologizes for being so busy that week. He massages his feet before they go out.
Walks are miracle workers. They must be because it helps improve his mood.
He loves being bathed by Hajime’s scent but it’s fall now and the smell of the crisp air, of the falling leaves, and the flow of the river…it all makes him feel at peace. It also helps that he’s finally eaten something sweet. It doesn’t satisfy the crave completely, but it’s a start.
They hold hands as they sit down near the playground. It’s a weekend so it’s full of children laughing and running around, and families walking their dogs. Tooru watches, transfixed, at how many pregnant parents are walking around.
He’s the first in their group of friends to get pregnant. Some of them don’t want children and others have said they’re not ready yet. He got congratulatory messages and Hinata had been hounding him for details about everything. Even Ushijima had sent him a message. A simple ‘I’m happy for you’. Kageyama had asked if he needed anything about two months ago and Tooru had left him on read (until Hajime told him he was being petty). His reply might have been petty
He grins, “Iwa-chan! Let’s take a picture!”
Hajime smiles, “It’s been a while since you last called me that…”
And Tooru realizes it’s true. He feels his eyes water slightly, “Sorry. I’ve just been…it’s been hard…”
“Don’t,” Hajime tells him, “You don’t have to apologize. Ever.”
They take a few pictures but they’re not exactly what Tooru wants, and it isn’t until another expecting couple walks over and offers to take their picture that he’s satisfied.
He posts the picture onto his Instagram. He hadn’t updated it in months. He thinks it’s easier like this. In the caption he writes: Iwa-chan and I went on a date! Iwa-chan, tell me how pretty I look #pregnantandbeautiful
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AU where Todoroki starts posting his conspiracy theories online and it ends up opening a public debate on whether All Might, Eraserhead or All for One is Izuku Midoriya's, a.k.a Hero Deku, real father. Somehow, after numerous "Dad Wars", the Dadmight, Dadzawa and Dad for One factions manage to get all three men, Izuku, as well as lawyer Inko Midoriya on the show You Are Not the Father. After much tension, emotions, and tears, to the point that the three men themselves have started believing that they might actually be the father, it is revealed that NONE OF THEM IS THE FATHER. That revelation starts a riot in the "Dads for Deku" community with more and more wild theories appearing as to WHO EXACTLY IS HERO DEKU'S REAL FATHER ?
Cue Hisashi Midoriya coming back from America for his long awaited vacation and 100% unaware of the shitshow that is awaiting him.
Gift for Shippy: Shouto sips from his drink and then says, “I’m sure you would be a great sister-in-law but you can’t marry my brother.” (TogaChako, MHA)
Wait. So you don’t like my brother?
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tags: friendship, misunderstandings, summer trip, beach volleyball, fireworks, kisses, confessions
note: apparently i've been swept away by the togachako currents because why do i keep wanting to write more fics about them?! a happy fic for a change, lol
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The day Ochako sees her, she’s at the beach with her friends.
They’d been planning a trip to the beach to celebrate the end of the semester. It was supposed to be a short trip. They’d go swimming, maybe break a watermelon or two, play in the sand, and then relax overnight at one of the nearby cabins. Their mistake (or perhaps blessing, Ochako is starting to realize) was letting Yaomomo organize everything because, on the day they’d planned to leave, just as Iida had texted he’d soon be picking everyone up, Yaomomo confessed there had been a tiny change in their plans.
The change being that they would now be staying at some high end resort by a beach in the complete opposite direction they’d originally planned. AND they were going to be chauffeured by a LIMO. Nobody had the heart to refuse Yaomomo’s bashful and earnest confession of I really wanted this to be special and stress-free for everyone. And it’s a gift because I’m really glad we became friends!
And really, if Yaomomo hadn’t changed their plans, then Ochako wouldn’t have seen her!
“I think I’m in love,” she says without thinking and that stops the conversation.
“Ochako-chan?” Tsuyu asks, turning to the girl sitting next to her.
They’re all sitting at one of the most popular beach bars at the resort, close enough to the bar if they need it, but with a nice view of the beach and sea (instead of the other patrons). Courtesy of Yaomomo’s excellent planning.
They all turn to where Ochako hasn’t stopped staring.
There’s a group of guys and one girl setting up a volleyball net at the designated “court” area. One of the guys has long white hair that he’s tied up into a ponytail, another looks like he could be the girl’s uncle, and the third one is tall with messy black hair. He has the volleyball and is messing with the girl, holding it high over her pigtailed head.
He throws the ball and Ochako realizes that they have a fifth person in their group. When the girl runs over to the guy, he gives her the volleyball. He’s probably the shortest of the group and looks very unamused. That doesn’t stop the girl, in her simple black 2-piece, from grinning at him and pulling him over with the others. He stumbles, but doesn’t pull away.
“They are a very interesting bunch,” Iida proclaims while adjusting his glasses, as if that will somehow help see them better, “which one have you fallen for?”
Yaomomo has a blush on her face, “L-Love? So quickly? That’s so romantic!”
Katsuki snorts, “They all look like they’ve been in the sun too long. One even looks like a prune!”
“Kacchan!” Deku chastises, “That’s not very nice.”
Kirishima is grinning, “Look at the muscles on the old man!”
“He’s very cute,” Tsuyu nods, “Reminds me of our swimming coach. Though he does look a bit tired. He should probably go to one of the spas later.”
It’s all background noise to Ochako…until Shouto speaks. He practically slams his drink onto the table before turning back to face everyone. He’s not angry, but his brows are furrowed so deeply anyone else would have already dropped to their knees to ask for forgiveness
“You like my brother ?” That stops the conversation a second time and Ochako finally looks away from the strange group to look at him.
They all yell, “BROTHER?!”
Shouto looks like he’s swallowed a lemon, “Yeah. The tall one who looks like someone set him on fire. He’s…my…He’s got a terrible personality.”
Katsuki laughs into his drink, “Sounds like it runs in the family.”
“Bakugou!” Iida chides, “That’s not a very nice thing to say, or practical, considering…well, your own attitude.”
Katsuki chokes and yells, “My personality is FLAWLESS, four eyes!”
There’s a lot of squabbling, laughing, and a few rattled drinks. Even the table wobbles a bit.
And yes, Ochako has a lot of questions. For example, how is it that nobody knew about this brother? After nearly a year of friendship?! She had thought Shouto was an only child like the rest of them (sans Iida who spoke about his brother at any chance he could)! Also, why was his brother here on the same day they were? But no. She didn’t ask any of those logical questions. Instead, she asked, “Is that his girlfriend?”
This only seemed to prove Shouto’s theory and he frowned, “No. Last time I heard, he was gay.”
Their group is quiet for a beat and then Kirishima nervously chuckles, “Last time you heard?”
Shouto sips from his drink and then says, “I’m sure you would be a great sister-in-law but you can’t marry my brother.”
“Wait,” Yaomomo says, “So is he not gay? And how did this escalate to marriage?” She’s still blushing and Ochako is 100% sure she’s already planning this supposed wedding. With the luck Yaomomo had with this trip, Ochako would, without a doubt, let her plan her wedding to that girl
Ochako reaches over the table and grabs Shouto by the shoulders, “Is. That. His. Girlfriend?”
Shouto looks shocked and then resigned. He shakes his head, “He’s single. I had hoped until the day he’d die…”
The look he sends her is pleading but she’s already grinning.
Shouto weakly adds, “I have another brother…”
And that’s when Finally, everyone starts to ask him questions about his family.
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Ochako is many things but a homewrecker isn’t one of them. And while she does agree with the general populace about the handsomeness of the Todorokis (plural now that she’s seen Dabi), they’re not exactly what she needs. But after some careful observations, she’s noticed that the blonde girl does favor him and thus, he indirectly becomes her target as well
If only as a way to introduce herself. It would surely make her approaching them more natural, saying she’s friends with Shouto rather than saying she’s spent the last hour just watching them (her) from afar…
When she tells everyone she’s going to go say hi, Shouto (once again) tries to stop her, “Natsuo is a better human being. He’s a hundred times better than Dabi.”
Yaomomo giggles, “Didn’t you say he had a fiance?”
Shouto hangs his head, “Maybe we can work something out…”
“Why don’t you offer yourself up if you’re so desperate?” Katsuki says while smirking.
“Oh no,” Deku groans just as a light goes on in Shouto’s eyes.
“I…suppose I could…”
But Ochako is already gone, the sound of Katsuki’s unrestrained laughter as her background theme. Still, it does nothing to distract her from how fast her heart is beating. She curls her fingers into fists and straightens her back, I can do this! She’ll just go up to them and watch a bit of their game (just like the rest of the crowd already forming) and then casually make conversation.
She seems to have good timing because not long after she starts watching them play do they take a quick break. She makes her move, walking toward the duo team of the girl and Dabi.
“H-Hey!” Her face goes red at how her voice cracks but she keeps going (and even adds a little wave)
Dabi zeroes in on her a second before the girl does.
When the girl grins wide, Ochako melts. She’s sweaty and her bangs are a mess but there’s something so utterly beautiful about her. She suspects it’s the way she smiles, as if she had been waiting for Ochako to say something. And, she realizes (never before imagining this is something she NEEDED), the girl’s smile is so wide it reveals a pair of sharp canines.
She tries not to get too ahead of herself but also can’t stop her mind from imagining her saying welcome home (in a voice that is too suspiciously like her own) and her canines snagging on the skin of Ochako’s lips as she kisses her.
But she doesn’t say that. Instead, she says, “Do you know her, Dabi?”
And Dabi, who is still wiping down the sweat off his face, looks her up and down. He hums for a moment and then grins. Ochako wonders how much she can make if she steals his towel and bids it to the group of girls calling out to him. Maybe she can ask Shouto where he’s staying and leak the information
His voice is low when he says, “Not really.” Then he nods, “Shouto.”
He’s not looking at her and when she turns around, she finds most of her friends have followed her. And, Shouto, who looks much better but still rather annoyed, comes to stand right next to her, their shoulders almost brushing. She doesn’t think he’s ever stood so close to her.
Katsuki looks a little too amused.
Dabi throws his towel and the girl catches it. Her eyes briefly turn to the girls Ochako had spotted before and she’s not sure if she imagines it, but her smile turns a bit feral as she uses the same towel to clean off her forehead and shoulders. There are outraged gasps.
Dabi makes a face, “Ugh, really? You have your own towel.”
The girl laughs and Ochako feels like she’s floating. She knows she can listen to that laugh for the rest of her life. In fact, she’s wondering what she can do to make her laugh again.
But Shouto brings her back to reality when he nearly yells (whines), “Didn’t I tell you not to come today?”
“Really? I could have sworn you said, and I quote, ‘make sure to be there or I’ll tell Father.’”
Katsuki is the first to snort, then laugh. Iida crosses his arms, “Did you really threaten such a thing, Todoroki-kun?”
Even Kirishima is giggling, “That’s such a youngest thing to say!”
Todoroki’s face turns a bit red, but he doesn’t budge.
But Ochako is only looking at Shouto with gratitude and even wonders if she should hug him as thanks, “You really invited them?”
It must sound more accusing to Shouto though because he reels, “I didn’t! I told you not to come.” More softly he says, “And I didn’t say I’d tell him.”
Ochako is trying not to laugh but her cheeks go red.
Tsuyu doesn’t even try. She grins, “He’s got a cute side too. This trip has become really interesting.”
Speaking of their trip, Ochako thinks that it’s time to do what she intended. The pair are technically in the middle of a game and she doesn’t want to lose her chance!
“I’m Uraraka Ochako.” She makes sure to make eye contact with the girl, “You can call me Ochako.”
The girl beams but doesn’t offer up her name. Instead, she nearly KOs Ochako (and many can attest that KOing her is Difficult) when she says, “Ochako-chan!”
Ochako doesn’t even try to blame the sun for how warm her body feels or for her sudden dizziness, “Uh, what are your names?”
Four people talk at the same time:
“I already told you his name. It’s Touya.” “Call me Dabi. ” “I’m Toga Himiko! Ochako-chan, call me Himiko, okay!” “What’s taking you all so long?”
The last voice comes from another person from Dabi’s group. It’s the one with the long white hair and dry skin. He’s not even looking at them. He’s just glaring at Dabi. Dabi doesn’t look phased. He smiles and says, “Shouto came to hang out with us.”
Ochako takes that as her chance. Before Shouto can properly complain, she exclaims, “Yes! We thought we could join you.”
“No, we didn’t. I don’t want to hang out with him. We’re not friends.”
And that almost takes Ochako out too because how many times has Shouto outwardly admitted that they’re all friends? Not many, if the reactions of their friends are any indication:
“Todoroki-kun has grown so much. I also value your friendship!” “How many times do I have to tell ya we’re not friends!” “You can stand to learn a thing or two Kacchan.” “That’s such a manly thing to say!”
All of this only seems to amuse Dabi and Ochako knows something is coming when Dabi and Himiko side-eye each other briefly and then grin. The two move so swiftly behind them that Ochako doesn’t even realize what’s happened until her cheek is squished against (she nearly faints) Himiko’s cheek! She also has two pairs of arms around her and all she can think is Himiko is HUGGING ME!
She’s not sure how they achieved it but this is much better than her original plan. Himiko rubs her face with hers and exclaims, “Yes! Let’s play with Baby Dabi and his friends!”
Shouto, who is also being hugged by Himiko and his brother, looks pale and like his soul has just left his body. His voice is raspy when he croaks, “I’m not a baby and let me go!”
Dabi, who is hovering over them all, places his head over Shouto’s and teases, “Come now, Shouto. Are you really going to say no to these pretty ladies here?”
Shouto looks over to Ochako and Himiko. Ochako’s brows are slightly creased but she mouths rather menacingly, Say. Yes.
Shouto looks up into the sky and relents, “Fiiiiiine.”
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Most of the rest of their daylight is spent playing volleyball. When Himiko finally lets Ochako go, Ochako grabs her wrist and asks, “Can we be on the same team?”
Himiko grins again and excitedly tells her, “Yes!”
She also insists Dabi has to play on their team ( He’s really good and I like to win ) and when Shouto comes over, his hand raised and mouth ready to proclaim he’ll join them, Himiko nearly runs him down. Instead, Himiko grabs Tsuyu ( You have to join our team! The three of us are so cute! ) and Shouto is left hanging. Dabi grins at him and shrugs in a what can you do manner
Kirishima whistles and flexes, “I guess it’s us guys together then.”
Bakugou, as usual, argues, “I don’t need all of you! And I don’t want to play with Deku! Get on some other team.”
Iida tries to settle them down.
With so many extra players, they decide to make teams of four with Dabi’s friend Spinner saying he can be the scorekeeper ( I’m more of a gamer anyway ). To his slight annoyance, he does get roped into a few games, Jin insisting they were at the beach and that it wouldn’t be a true beach experience if all Spinner did was hide in the shade of the sun umbrella ( We can switch between matches!)
When they do eventually start playing, Ochako realizes that Himiko and the others are really good. It fires them all up and before they know it, an even bigger crowd has formed.
Luckily, it happens in the last game.
It being fatigue. They had quickly realized they had too many people with too much stamina and competitiveness when Shigaraki’s team won their match against Katsuki. Ochako thinks it was only natural. Shigaraki was clearly an excellent player and both Iida and Yaomomo were great at working in teams. With Iida, Yaomomo, and Jin playing support, they’d practically crushed Katsuki’s more chaotic group (which was made up of Kirishima, Deku, and Shouto).
As a way to keep everything fun but still high stakes, they’d decided to only play a certain number of games.
Ochako is once more on the court and this time they’re facing off against Shouto's team. It’s when he delivers a spike that she falters. She had been pretty sure she would make it, but she’s slightly off and all she can think is that they’re going to lose if she doesn’t keep the volley going. She tries to reposition her arm, to get a one-touch, but her body is tired. That’s when Himiko calls out, “I’ve got it!”
And she does. She manages to keep the ball in the air using a single arm, but she’d come from too far in the back and ends up stumbling too. They both fall into the sand and start laughing. Himiko goes so far as to lay on her back and kick up her arms and legs. When she settles down, Ochako goes red when one of her arms ends up on her lap. Her skin is soft and warm
A whistle goes off and Ochako realizes she’s missed the final play (though judging from how smug Dabi looks, it seems like they won).
Ochako is breathing hard and fast, and her arms ache, but she’s extremely happy. Himiko grins at her, “That was so fun, right Ochako-chan?”
Ochako grins back at her, “Yeah!”
Before they can both get up, Dabi and Shouto walk over. Dabi pulls Himiko to her feet and Shouto offers his hand to Ochako. She takes it, and it’s only when she’s up on her feet again that she realizes how tired she is. She unconsciously leans some of her weight on him and he puts a hand on her back, suggesting, “We should go rest.”
He’d been wearing the most clothes out of everyone, but he’d taken off his shirt when he’d gone up against Shigaraki’s team for the second time (Katsuki’s complaints of you overheating bastard, that’s slowing you down! Take it off! And the sun finally getting the best of him)
Yaomomo beams, “We have a spot already reserved for us!”
Ochako wonders if this is something only unique to resorts because how does someone reserve a piece of the beach?! But it’s a welcome thought. She turns to Himiko to see she’s already looking at her and she blushes. She offers, “Will you join us? We were going to break a watermelon.”
“It’s gotten a bit late, perhaps it’s a little dangerous to break the watermelon now,” Iida contemplates, looking at the sunset.
Bakugou smirks over at Shigaraki, “I think it’s the best time.”
Kirishima shakes his head, “It’s not very manly to be a sore loser, you know.”
“I’M NOT A SORE LOSER!” Katsuki yells, “I’LL CRUSH YOU!”
“If your aim is as bad as it was playing volleyball,” Shigaraki smirks back, “Perhaps you should let us take care of it.”
It takes both Deku and Kirishima to hold him back, but his voice is loud on the beach.
They make quick work of putting the net back to its original state and Jin grabs the duffle bag he’d brought, throwing the volleyball inside. He also tells them to throw their sweat soaked towels into a side pocket.
When they finish, Yaomomo takes the lead.
Ochako had planned to walk with Himiko but despite having played numerous rounds of volleyball, she’s quick to run after Jin when he teases her. They kick the sand around their bare feet and before they know it, most of their friends are running as well. They zigzag between the water and sand, trying to cool down, and end up with a bigger (sandy) mess
Dabi ends up keeping pace next to her and Ochako takes the opportunity to ask, “Are you and Himiko…together?” She’d believed Shouto but seeing the two interact had left her doubting. They didn’t exactly act like they were dating, but it was clear to anyone that they were very close.
Dabi snorts, “ Her? No.” He’s eyeing Ochako and then sighs, rolling his eyes, “She’s like an annoying little sister. As if I need any more of those.”
It’s at that moment when Shouto pushes between Dabi and her. Dabi lets himself be pushed aside and when Shouto has pulled her along a few paces, he calls out, “See what I mean!”
Ochako laughs but doesn’t break her contact with Shouto. Instead, she starts pulling him into a run after their friends.
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After some splashing, dunking, and cleaning up, they finally settle down and Ochako has to admit that Yaomomo has amazing planning skills. As the sun was setting, more and more people started to arrive and Ochako was glad for their little reservation. When Tsuyu made a comment about it, Yaomomo admitted, “Actually, there will be fireworks tonight, so it’ll get busier from here on out.”
They settle on breaking three watermelons after Shigaraki breaks the second one on his first try. When he takes off his blindfold and sees the nearly perfect split, he turns to Katsuki and smirks.
Shouto goes after him and once they blindfold him and spin him around, Dabi comes over to sit next to her. He whispers, “Watch this.”
He wobbles a bit when Yaomomo lets him go and then he starts walking with the stick over his head. He nearly attacks Katsuki (The hell are you aiming at half-and-half!!) and then Jin (Hey!) . Dabi laughs and then calls out to him, “I’m over here! With your girlfriend!”
When Shouto realizes Dabi has taken his place next to her, his nostrils flare. Dabi just laughs, “If you don’t hurry, I’m going to take her away!”
Everyone is shouting directions and as Shouto finally gets closer to the watermelon, Dabi tells her, “Come with me.”
Ochako turns to look at Himiko, who is also cheering on Shouto. Dabi calls out to her again, “Trust me.”
And she does. She’s not sure why, but she gets up to follow him.
They end up going into one of the bars and Dabi calls out to the bartender, “Kurogiri!”
The man turns at his name and narrows his eyes. Ochako wonders if he doesn’t like Dabi, but it must just be a quirk of his because he’s polite when he greets them, “Dabi.”
She introduces herself and he nods, “Uraraka.”
Dabi leans against the bar and tells him, “The usual for the five of us. And whip up something evil for my kid brother.” He looks at Ochako, “You?”
She orders a simple watermelon tea, then adds, “Actually, can we get 6 of those.”
The man nods, his quick hands already working on their order. He places a glass cup with nearly transparent liquid and lemon pieces in front of Dabi. Dabi grabs it and nearly downs it in a single go.
“A rather large group,” Kurogiri comments.
The bar isn’t as lively as the one they’d been at earlier but it’s cozy in a way Ochako can’t describe. The guests seem more intimate with their arms around each other and their quiet laughter. Even the music playing is quiet and soft
Dabi just shrugs, “Shouto wanted to hang out.”
“I highly doubt that,” the man says while smiling. He turns to Ochako and asks, “What’s the real reason?”
She feels herself blush, “I might have…insisted.”
Kurogiri turns to look at Dabi and raises a brow. “Not me,” Dabi says with his hands in front of him.
That seems answer enough for him. He places the drink he’d been making in front of Ochako and says, “On the house” before heading to the other side of the bar.
It’s like Dabi’s but with a more floral scent.
“For the record,” Ochako says, grabbing the drink, “I’m not his girlfriend. I don’t like him like that.”
Dabi, who is already grabbing the lemons in his drink and plopping them into his mouth, laughs, “I know. And no offense, but I’m sure he’s not into you either.”
They’re both quiet for a moment and then he hums, “Himiko, right?”
Ochako blushes slightly, “Was I that obvious?”
Dabi just smiles, “To me. Jin probably figured it out too. Shigaraki doesn’t care about stuff like that so he probably wasn’t paying attention. Your friends don’t look like they know.”
Ochako laughs, “I didn’t get a chance to tell them. I just…” She makes hand movements of when she walked over to them earlier that day, “And now we’re here.”
He nods in approval, “I like a woman who takes charge. But…”
He leaves that hanging for a moment, then downs the rest of his drink. Kurogiri comes back with a cooler decorated with a bunch of stickers, some faded, some new and all in clashing designs, as if different people laid claim to it. Inside are all the drinks they asked for. Dabi takes a pale pink drink out and gives it to Ochako, “She’s a bit airheaded. It’s best to be direct with her.”
He closes the cooler and then hurries her, “Come on, the fireworks will be starting soon.”
Ochako doesn’t follow for a second and then grins. She catches up to him and bumps his arm, careful of both drinks in her hands, “You’re actually a nice guy, aren’t you?”
He makes a face, “Don’t. I have an image to uphold.”
But that makes her wonder too, “Shouto really doesn’t like you. Why is that?”
Dabi smirks, “Let me tell you a little story about pre-teen Shouto.”
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Before they make it back to the spot with the rest of their group, they see Himiko running toward them. She’s wearing a simple white cover up that’s transparent enough that Ochako can still see the silhouette of her 2 piece. She has another hanging from her arms, “Ochako-chan!”
She stops in front of them both and her eyes light up, “You got drinks! I have this for you, too!”
Dabi teases, “What about me? I’m cold too.”
Ochako thinks Himiko sounds a little upset when she says, “No, that’s what you get for taking Ochako-chan. Go away.” Ochako isn’t sure if she should blush or worry that she’s upset the girl she likes. But Dabi, as usual, acts unconcerned and continues to walk away.
Before he walks away too far he looks at Ochako and says, “Take your time.”
And they do.
They swap items and Ochako pulls the cover up over her head. It’s a simple top and once it settles on her body, Himiko smiles. It’s softer than all the grins Ochako has seen her give everyone today. Her voice is nearly a whisper of what it’s been all day too when she says, “I knew it would be perfect.”
That freezes Ochako, her brain only processing it’s perfect, on you, you’re perfect. YOU’RE perfect
Himiko moves to give back the drinks (as if her words hadn’t shifted Ochako’s World) and she tells her, her voice unconsciously matching Himiko’s volume, “This one is for you.”
Somehow, their conversation reminds her of the bar: quiet, intimate.
“It’s my favorite,” she confesses and then links her arm with hers, “Let’s go sit over there.”
Ochako stumbles after her, her face gone red once more, “Ok…”
With how crowded the place is, Ochako is surprised they manage to find an empty bench. When they settle down, she takes courage and sits close enough that their legs touch. Himiko looks down as she takes a sip from her drink, but doesn’t say anything.
“Did you have fun today?” Ochako asks, her voice rising a bit. That seems to break the slight awkwardness they were starting to settle into. She breathes in deeply, relieved.
“It was so fun! I don’t have many girl friends, so it was nice to play with you and Tsuyu-chan and Momo-chan.” She grins, “I don’t get to see Dabi’s brother much either. He’s so much more fun than Dabi said! I’m glad you came to say hi.”
“I’m really glad I did too!” Ochako confesses, and suddenly she wishes she had some weird quirk like Deku that makes him hide his face whenever he’s about to say something emotional. Instead, she just sits there, her hands gripping her cup and her toes playing along the edge of the sidewalk and sand.
“Actually…” She feels her face burn a deep red, “The reason I went over today is because… because…!”
The words end up stuck in her throat and she reminds herself that she’s not a quitter. She has to let Himiko know that she likes her. Dabi told her she had to be direct and she wants there to be more for them. She wants to hang out again. Perhaps go on a few dates. She wants them to be exclusive and -
“Ochako-chan,” Himiko calls her, her face so close it only makes Ochako go redder, “You look so cute in red.” At this distance, Ochako can also tell Himiko’s blushing. That gives her the push she needs.
“I like you!” she yells out, “That’s why I went to say hi! I think it’s love! I know that sounds weird but when I saw you on the beach, I knew I wanted you in my life!”
She feels her eyes and skin prickle with emotion, but with those words out, the rest feels easier. Himiko looks surprised, her earlier smile gone.
“I- I want to be your friend, but I want to be clear. I want you to be my girlfriend, too. I want us to see each other again after this.”
Himiko looks pensive, “Does that mean you want to kiss me?”
Ochako is speechless for a moment and Himiko sings her name, her earlier smile back, “ O-cha-ko-chan , tell me.”
She feels a soft hand over hers and she lets her eyes drop for a moment before looking back up at Himiko. Her eyes are glowing a deep gold and Ochako swallows. She nods and says, “Yes.”
That makes Himiko grin wide, her canines on full display again, “On the lips?”
Ochako’s eyes trace her lips and she nods, “On the lips. And other places, later.”
They’re getting closer, she’s sure of it, but she also can’t make sense of what’s happening. Himiko asks again, “What about now? Should we kiss right now?”
Ochako meets her eyes again and smiles, “Yes. I think we should.”
And they do. They both lean in to close the distance between them and Ochako thinks, I was right just as Himiko’s teeth snag on her lips. They pull and graze along her skin, and Ochako’s body reacts. She shivers and lets her tongue slide along both their lips, trying to settle her nerves. It does the opposite, especially after Himiko makes a sound of surprise, right before also using her tongue to pull her closer. Ochako puts her hand along Himiko’s jaw and she can feel Himiko’s longer fingers touch her thighs and waist, pulling the cloth of her cover up. This time, when she imagines Himiko telling her to come closer Ochako-chan! she hears her cute saccharine and whiny voice instead of her own terrible mimicry
They’re interrupted by a confused, “Wait. So you don’t like my brother?”
They pull apart laughing and then the fireworks light up the sky.
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A/N:
about the dabi&shouto "conflict": (1) shouto doesn't actually hate dabi. it's all sibling love (if you have siblings, you know, lol) (2) my idea is that shouto, being the baby that he is, would look up to dabi and think he was super cool. i was vague with his appearance but imagine someone with at least multiple piercings. he was also independent and would (often) argue with their parents, getting away with a lot bc he's smart like that. he also knew shouto looked up to him and since shouto was the baby he treated him as the baby (babied him, shouto loved it). but dabi was also mischievous and would often tell shouto white lies and shouto would believe *everything* he would say. like, if dabi told him that the world was flat and everyone was just too stupid to understand it, shouto would write a thesis on how right dabi was (3) i guess the idea is that one day dabi ends up embarrassing shouto and it just spirals out of control. shouto realizes that no, the world is not flat and the thesis he wrote is useless. and shouto hates it when he's still teased and babied but he also loves dabi. like, he could have NOT said anything about his beach trip but he did and yes, he did tell dabi not to come and even threatened to tell their mom, but he wasn't actually serious haha, idk, i just think they'd be really cute if it was out of canon?? idk, that's what i hope for at least :')
Endeavor: What is a ‘thirst tweet’?
Shoto: Is it from Hawks?
Endeavor: Yes?
Shoto: Just hit the heart button.
He tries to keep his tone light, to make it seem like he doesn’t care, but his voice gets softer when he says the word ‘serious’, and then he needs to clear his throat because why does it feel like he’s choking all of a sudden?! (ReiMobRei, MP100)
In Need of a Trim
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tags: age angst, canon age gap, insecure 50yo reigen, kisses, haircuts, grey hairs, comfort, dates, rated E but this PV is sfw
note: this is a rewrite of another fic i wrote called "a grey hair a day" so if you read that one already, this one has more scenes, specifically from reigens pov in the hopes of a more balanced dynamic (idk if i succeeded tho ;o;)
p.s: i told myself i would submit an mp100 prompt for this bang i joined and I FORGOT *cries* maybe i'll update the drabbles fic i have, i kind of want to write something for them, lmk if you have any ideas~
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Reigen is almost 50 years old when Mob realizes that he’s been dying his hair regularly. He’s not sure how he missed it, thinking back on it now. The signs are obvious: Reigen coming home with a different set of clothes (the job got a bit messy, that’s all) and how unnaturally glossy his hair looked sometimes (oh you know, I’ve been trying out this new product, it’s supposed to make you GLOW ). But his biggest clue should have been Reigen’s age
Ritsu is younger than Mob and he’s been showing grey hairs since he turned 30. Ritsu, as usual, never fails to make a pointed remark toward Reigen at Mob’s observation
“Ritsu,” Mob admonishes him. Ritsu had come to visit Seasoning City (he’d moved out years ago) for their parents’ birthdays and had made plans to have dinner with him. They were now at a restaurant near Reigen’s office (yes, they were still doing Spirit Consulting and yes, Ritsu was still slightly bitter about that)
Ritsu rolls his eyes, “Fine. Fine. I’m sorry, but really? Even Mom, who used all those anti-aging products, got grey hairs before she hit 50.”
“But I’ve never seen him with any grey hairs,” he counters.
Ritsu, who had been about to take another bite of his hamburger, pauses. He shrugs a second later, “He probably dyes it. I can’t think of another explanation.”
He digs in and chews, thinking, and then nods, his mouth still slightly occupied, “Pro’ly w’ried.”
Mob frowns, genuinely confused, “Worried? About what?”
Ritsu smiles at him, “You really are still the same when it comes to some things. Fine! I’ll help. It’s his age, Shigeo. His partner is 14 years younger than him! He’s probably worried about how that looks to others.”
He sends one of those looks at Mob and Mob decides to ignore it. He’s focused on this revelation. Yes, he’s conscious that Reigen and he have a rather hefty age gap and many people have expressed their disapproval throughout their lives, but this had been something the two talked about before.
He thought that Reigen had understood that age was something Mob didn’t care about, but as he continues to talk with Ritsu, he realizes that perhaps he hadn’t been as reassuring as he could have been. He’d need to try harder, and the first step was to see if Reigen was truly dying his hair
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He’s not exactly sure how to bring up the subject. If Ritsu is right and Reigen IS dying his hair (Mob is realizing the possibility of this being true has now shot up to 99%) because he’s worried, should he just march into their home and announce, Reigen, I don’t care if you have grey hairs, I think they’re beautiful?
Reigen would surely call him a liar and he’d partially be one. After all, he’d never actually seen these alleged grey hairs (but Mob knows he’d love them because they were Reigen’s grey hairs, so no, he wouldn’t really be lying)
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Reigen realizes something is wrong with Mob immediately. He hasn’t been officially together with Mob for nearly a decade for nothing! His usual modus operandi is to let Mob come to him, to let him sort out his thoughts and feelings, which is why he doesn’t say anything.
He doesn’t say anything when he feels Mob’s stare all day as he’s trying to convince a pair of teenagers that him being old is actually a good thing, It’s the young swindlers you need to be wary of! I have wisdom beyond my years! Besides, he coughs, we’ve been doing this for longer than you tweens have been alive. We’re experts! Right Mob?
Mob misses his cue and Reigen nearly swats the little twerp who mutters, He doesn’t look like he’s all there either…
Luckily, he does come back to his senses when it’s time to do the job, which somehow ends up with Reigen falling into a ditch and ruining his trademark suit. It’s been a while since that’s happened and Mob apologizes so much that Reigen decides to show him that yes, he’s more than forgiven, and no, it’s not your job to stop my every fall, it’s ok, besides, we finished the job quickly, you did really well
As they lay in bed, Reigen the big spoon this time, he can’t help but wonder if this has something to do with him and that’s why (a week after Reigen noticed) Mob hasn’t said anything
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It most definitely is related to Reigen.
Reigen really hates to bring up his age as an explanation for everything (he’s come to realize that this is an “old-man” trait), but in this case, he’s sure becaus e he’s no spring chicken. But also, Mob is a little too fixated on him, touching his hair and face at random moments with no mind to their setting, petting him , watching him when he thinks Reigen isn’t paying attention, staring him down when Reigen decides to make eye contact, his mind silently screaming tell me what’s wrong! This is your chance! But no.
It’s honestly starting to get a bit unnerving and since he doesn’t want to live the rest of his unmarried married life with a quiet, potentially too contemplative, and getting creepier by the week Mob (he’s not even sure how he survived a month of this already!), he decides to ask for some help
He’s at the station with a disgruntled Ritsu on the line. He’s tight-lipped.
“You do realize my allegiance is with my brother and that I hate you, right?”
The sound of the train leaving echoes in the space, making Ritsu nearly inaudible but Reigen has heard this line so many times, his brain fills in the words he misses. And, like always, he replies, “Don’t you get tired of lying? I know you don’t actually hate me. Besides,” he counters, “I don’t want you to spill, I just…need a hint. Is it…serious?”
He tries to keep his tone light, to make it seem like he doesn’t care, but his voice gets softer when he says the word ‘serious’, and then he needs to clear his throat because why does it feel like he’s choking all of a sudden?!
A little voice, the traitorous one that sounds like his parents, whispers in his ear, feeding his fear of losing Mob. He’s probably tired of you and is trying to run you off, what did you expect, at your age
“Aren’t you with my brother now? Just ask him.” Except that they’re not together and that’s the reason he called Ritsu.
“It’s been a busy season so we split up to cover more ground.” Mob hadn’t wanted them to, saying it could be dangerous, but Reigen had a thing for weeding out most of the non-spirits-related cases and had taken on those jobs
Ritsu sighs dramatically, “Fine!”
And Reigen should be happy at the admittance but he knows Ritsu so he’s sure he’s not getting what he wants. Ritsu is only compromising, but that doesn’t stop him from smiling, or his heart from hammering in his chest, worried and anxious. He’s sure he paints an interesting picture. He’s already paid his fair but he’s standing in an alcove in the middle of the station, his suit tattered at the back, mud on his knees and calves, and a few scratches on his hands
He’s probably sweating a lot too. He can feel it
“It’s not what you’re imagining! That’s all I’m giving away!” he yells and then mutters a not-so-quiet, you two are equally hopeless! before the line goes dead
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Reigen makes it back home before Mob, which surprises him. He’s moving on autopilot: removing his clothes (ruined), washing off the grime and smell of angry cats from his hair (it’s getting long again), and then soaking his tired bones (why is he so tired?). It’s when he’s sitting in the tub (for how long, he’s not even sure) that he snaps back to reality. He yells out, “How do you even know what I’m imagining?!”
Yelling helps him relax and then he starts laughing at how ridiculous this all is. At how ridiculous he’s being
He shakes his head, “At least he didn’t say not to call back this time.” Not that Reigen ever listens to that demand
Mob comes home right when Reigen is dry, but still only wrapped in a towel, debating whether to try and save his suit pants or just throw them away.
(They decide to try and save them together)
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Mob finally says something three months later. It’s summer, the heat is unbearable even at night, and Reigen is upset about how long his hair is. He’s fresh out of the shower, wearing his loose and comfy pajamas and Mob beckons him over to the couch.
He uses his powers to turn on the light so that it isn’t just the light from the TV bouncing on the walls. Reigen sits next to him and Mob maneuvers them so that Reigen is between his legs. He uses the towel around Reigen’s neck to start drying his hair
“What’s wrong?” he asks. Reigen bumps his back a few times and groans when Mob applies a bit more pressure with his powers.
“My hair is getting too long and the place I usually go to just closed!” he complains, “The owner retired and the girl that works there decided to open up her own place elsewhere. I’m happy for her. They pay better in the big city, but now I’ll have to find a new place.”
Mob touches the ends of Reigen’s damp hair and smiles, “It is getting a little long.”
Reigen leans back, further into Mob, which makes drying his hair more difficult, but Mob doesn’t mind. He puts his arms around his waist and breathes in the smell of Reigen’s shampoo.
“I wonder if Tome can recommend something. She’s always going to salons with her wife.” Reigen’s voice is less directed at Mob and more just him talking to himself.
“I can cut it for you,” Mob suggests. He’s not even sure why he says it. He’s never cut hair before.
Reigen turns to him and raises his brow, “Don’t tell me you’re secretly a professional barber?”
Mob kisses Reigen’s crow’s feet and smiles, “No, but I’m sure I can learn. For you.”
Reigen contemplates, “I don’t know…”
Mob has him sit up so he can finish drying his hair. Once it feels dry enough, he sends the towel to the back of one of the kitchen chairs and runs his hands through Reigen’s hair. He smooths it down and as he’s running his fingers through the hairs covering his ears (definitely needs a trim), he sees them. Little grey hairs sticking out, barely visible, and only the roots
Mob leans down to kiss his hair, right behind his ear, and whispers, “Beautiful.”
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Mob’s staring stops but the hair touching (somehow) intensifies and Reigen realizes what this is all really about.
They’ve always had a routine before bed, which consists of Mob helping Reigen dry his hair and Reigen (usually) giving him a massage (he’s only gotten better after all these years of practice). But now Mob wants to comb his hair, especially on days when Reigen wakes up with bedhead. Since it’s easier (and feels nicer) than pulling out mirror after mirror to try and see the back of his head, Reigen agrees to Mob’s insistence
But not always! I can’t have you pampering me every day. Think of it as a treat. And when Mob’s face lights up, Reigen realizes it’ll be a treat for them both
It doesn’t stop there. Mob also makes sure Reigen sees that he’s serious about his hair-cutting proposition. They’re in the office, Mob at the computer, looking up hair-cutting tutorials and they’re all (un)surprisingly for short hairstyles like his.
Reigen hovers behind Mob’s chair.
They’d been so busy for the last few months but this week things had finally started to slow down. Today almost seemed like an anomaly. They’d had no scheduled clients (potentially suspicious) but also no walk-ins either. He’d briefly considered closing early but with age also came this need to do something, to be useful . He couldn’t just close up for no reason
“You’re serious about this,” he says after Mob clicks on a new video.
“I’m always serious about you, about us,” Mob replies without a second thought.
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when your husband is an eldritch cooler
bonus: when your husband is an eldritch search engine
i’m still learning anatomy myself so i wouldn’t use this as more than just a general tip but…. I am fascinated by speculative monster anatomy and this is something i discovered years ago and thought i would impart amongst my fellow monster enthusiasts :)
mind you, the second set of pectorals can look kind of funky so i understand aesthetically why people would prefer not to draw them but! if you are someone interested in anatomy, i think this is a thing people dont really think about when giving their OCs wings/extra limbs and i think it’s kind of neat!
I’ve noticed that you mostly Write itasaku. Out of all the sakura ships why are you into itasaku if you don’t mind me asking?
Hi Anon-chan! Sorry it took me a while to answer you--my second dose of vaccination knocked me out cold for most of the week lmao. And please, never, ever, think I'll mind you asking about my favorite fandom ship! I think I need to preface this by saying I am actually a multishipper and ItaSaku and KakaSaku are always at war vying for first spot (but ItaSaku always wins lol). I ship(ped) Sakura with most Naruto characters because why not. As to why ItaSaku. I mean, obviously there a lot of factors why this ship is so wonderful. Itachi is hot, Sakura is hot, they're both intelligent, strong and capable people and they make for a wonderful team if placed together. But that's not the magic of ItaSaku, for me. The magic of ItaSaku is the infinite potentials. Allow me to explain, Anon.
In most other ships, we have firmly established characters who we can (or cannot) see in other capacities. For instance, those shipping NaruSaku can think of Naruto as he is--boisterous, fun, surprisingly thoughtful and loyal to a fault, but he'll never be a bookworm for instance--and that's perfectly okay! If everyone is interested in everything, we'll get boring series! Itachi, however, is different in the sense that he and his life have been shaped tremendously by how the story played out, and because of that, he shows multiple sides of who he is; both the good and the bad. Itachi being the kind and loving brother to Sasuke who makes him way too much food or smiles as he spots him through binoculars? That's Itachi. Itachi who willfully decided to kill his own clan to protect the masses? That's also Itachi. Itachi who roughed up his younger brother and traumatized him for what he thought was the greater good? Yep, same man. So already, in canon-verse, you have a man who shows so many different sides, facets and nuances to him. He's a genius and thoughtful, but he can also be cold and ruthless. He's someone who has been forced to lie his entire life, but when he's freed of that, he is honest to everyone along his path. He freely expresses affection, which is something none of the men, save Naruto, do in the series, by actually telling Sasuke he loves him, despite it all. Then, there's non-massacre, where we can go wild. What would this thoughtful, kind boy been like if life hadn't given him this choice? How would a friendship with Shisui have affected him? How would he have bonded with Team Seven once Sasuke started as a shinobi? Would he still be introverted? Maybe a little extrovert? Who knows? Third still, there's RtN!Itachi, where we have a mercenary Itachi casually picking up a 'damsel in distress' like he princes around every week saving women. What would this Itachi be like? Fourth, AU. We suddenly have an Itachi who might have broken free of his family. What would that be like? How would a life without being a killer impact someone like Itachi? So, many iterations of the same person and many possibilities. Now we have Sakura, who is more or less consistent in every scenario because the big things that happen in Narutoverse don't really affect her. But she is intelligent, powerful and beautiful, and she is deeply in love with Sasuke. It's not a stretch to think she could feasibly be attracted to Itachi too. They fit well together; both are intelligent, caring and kind people at heart. Both have had hard lessons in life. Both have the feeling they let others down and try to do better. Both of them actively realize their mistakes and try to better them. Both of them aren't shy with expressing love and emotions. Both of them are able to become ruthless, even if it tears them up inside.
And together they make for so. many. potential. scenarios.
Want an Akatsuki!Itachi who abducts Sakura? Sure, you got it. An AU in which Itachi becomes Sakura's ANBU Captain? Done. A post-canon story in which Itachi lives? Okidoki. A modern AU where they accidentally meet in a hospital and fall in love? Gotcha back. And we have thousands more stories like these. So why is ItaSaku my number one ship? It's this. I think they're exceptionally well suited together, they look wonderful, and for me, ItaSaku feels like the kind of couple that is rooted in a deep understanding of each other, of gentleness and kindness. 🥺 As for why I only write them: I explore my other favorite Sakura ships in my ItaSaku stories, like TobiramaSaku in Desideratum, KakaSaku in Otherworld, and SasuSaku in Uncle. But none of these pairings have fascinated me enough to write in an entire different fandom. :) The only other fandom I've written for in the last 16 years is Zutara from ATLA--and because of peer pressure (looking at you, Discord women), I'm going to edit the fic I have written and post it online... someday. 😂 Thanks for coming to my TedTalk. 💜
Gift for leviyaperman: Katsuki isn’t sure what he did wrong today but surely he fucked up somewhere to end up in a situation like this. This being him and his boss in an elevator. Stuck. (ShinBaku, MHA)
Fuck you, Fuck me, Fuck it, Fuck today!
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tags: potty mouth company employee katsuki, composed CEO shinsou, sweat everywhere, stuck in an elevator, explicit (this post is M), undressing slowly
note: this was written as part of a gotcha 4 gaza. if you like mha the mha gotcha 4 gaza ( @myheroacademia-action ) is still taking donations (but may not be for too much longer) so get those donations and requests in soon!
i may or may not be doing more fics for this gotcha but if something keeps me up for days like this request... (hehehe)
p.s: i also used this post ( by @rarepairgremlin ) as inspiration for the title (and katsuki, hehe)
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Katsuki isn’t sure what he did wrong today but surely he fucked up somewhere to end up in a situation like this. This being him and his boss in an elevator. Stuck.
His day had started like any other day: wake up, go for a run, shower, and have breakfast. The only difference today had been the time he left his house. His department had gotten a new recruit this month and Katsuki had been saddled with his clumsy ass. While most of his mistakes had been simple things like making extra copies or stapling things incorrectly, the day before he’d really messed up. Deleting files messed up. And with Katsuki as the kid’s team leader, he’d had to clean up (and redo) all their hard work.
Hard work that had taken them a month to do.
Hard work that he had to redo in just a few days or risk losing contracts.
That’s why he’d stayed late at the office the night before and come in early today. Early enough to walk into the elevator, turn around, and see his boss with his raised hand, asking him to hold the elevator. And Katsuki knew his place. He held the elevator doors open with a grunt.
And now here they were. Stuck somewhere between the seventh and eighth floor.
He grinds his teeth and his boss raises a brow, amused. Katsuki thinks that if he lets the work pile up on him, he’ll start to look like him. All frazzled and tired and looking like some mad scientist. An attractive mad scientist…
He bangs his fist against the elevator wall and growls out (very disrespectfully), “All this money and you can’t even make sure everything works properly?!”
It’s been at least 30 minutes since they called in the problem, but the mechanical voice of the receptionist had been unhurried, Remember proper protocol. Do not try to open the doors or climb out of the lift. We have already called for help. Please wait for further instructions.
Which, shit, what’s the point of the help button if the receptionist has to call someone else for help too!
His boss smiles, “I didn’t think I had to explain the power of nature to you, Bakugou. Or did you forget we’re in the middle of typhoon season?”
Typhoon season. Possibly the worst season of the year. And no, Katsuki didn’t forget. It was hard to forget when the humidity burrowed its way between the space of his skin and clothes, making everything feel two sizes smaller, and activated pores he knew he didn’t have half the year.
And this was his other problem. It would have been fine if they’d been stuck in say, December, but now? He could feel his sweat building up in his pits and back.
His boss looks down at his phone and speaks absentmindedly. He’d taken off his suit jacket after he’d made the call and it was folded neatly over his briefcase, which was flat on the floor, “The light is still on and we were able to call for help, so it’s not a matter of a power outage…”
Which meant…
Katsuki’s voice was slightly strained when he said, “Something must have malfunctioned with the rain last night. They’ll have to call Elecplant and Izumo Tech.”
He gets a nod as confirmation.
“Fuck me,” he mumbles, “I’m never going to get anything done today.”
His boss loosens his tie with an amused smile, “Not exactly the words I’d use but yes, we’ll likely be here for a while.”
Katsuki scowls, “Fuck you. I’m not watching my tongue in this situation.” He pauses, then asks, “I’m getting paid for this, right?” Because it’s not Katsuki’s fault they’re stuck there.
“Yes, though I’d suggest you decide who is getting fucked.”
Katsuki blinks. His boss’s voice sounds a bit strained when he says fucked but did he… “Did you just…make a joke?”
It could be the heat or embarrassment, but Katsuki notices the redness in his boss’s face. He wipes his own face with his sleeve and grimaces. They’re both wearing white button-ups.
His boss shrugs, leaning back against his side of the elevator. Katsuki mimics his posture and smirks, “You know…I could report you for sexual harassment.”
“I believe you started it.”
And Katsuki laughs. He unbuttons his shirt as well, “Are we pointing fingers now?”
“There isn’t much else we can do, is there?”
He leaves the question hanging and it must be the stress of so many problems piling up, but Katsuki’s mind wanders when he looks at his boss. He licks his lips and watches the way his eyes follow his tongue.
I can think of a few things, is left unsaid between them.
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.
By the hour mark Katsuki has already unbuttoned his shirt and his tank top is a mess of sweat. He takes it off but instead of making him feel better, he feels even more uncomfortably sticky. The air is thick. His boss checks his watch and makes an annoyed sound.
“How are you feeling?”
Katsuki growls, “How the fuck do you think I feel? Like I’m in a damn sauna! Fuck today! I should have called in sick!”
His boss laughs. He’s unbuttoned his own top as well, but only about halfway down his chest. He’s also pushed up his sleeves because (as the CEO) he needs to keep up appearances.
“I always thought you were the diligent type,” he says.
Katsuki scoffs, “I am. My whole department would fall apart without me.”
His boss is quiet for a moment and then says, his voice a mumble, “I can see why.”
And Katsuki likes it. The way his boss looks him over with approval.
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Two hours.
They stay glued to their respective sides for that long. It also takes Katsuki that long to decide that he doesn’t care about the camera in the elevator. He unbuckles his belt and pulls off his pants, “Fuck it!”
His boss chokes, “What are you- Don’t tell me you’re- Why? ”
And it’s only once he’s removed his stupid pants that he feels slightly better. But looking at his boss still in his button-up (now completely unbuttoned) is making him feel bothered.
He smirks, “Getting shy on me? We’re both guys, you know what this is.”
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Fierce deity Sukuna x Little Monk yuuji
※ AU ooc, Little monk Yuuji on a pilgrimage to find and consume Sukuna’s finger.
※ In my delusion it’s Kamakura period (right after Sukuna’s era)
※ Want Yuuji to simultaneously look like a bride and a monk
※ Calls Sukuna as Sukuna (irreverent brat)
※ Curse power red because the little tyke is ~70% already a curse.
※ Considered a threat by Sorcerers Associations because he’s trying to find Sukuna’s fingers (for his own purpose)
sukuna calls him 小僧 (little monk) in canon so there’s no way i’m skipping monk yuuji au.