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𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰.

featuring...manjiro "mikey" sano.

run time...2 mins 59 secs (866 words)

advisory...bonten!mikey, afab!reader, bad timeline, lil gun action, unprotected dick ridin, consensual exhibitionism, voyeurism. minors, blank/ageless blogs DNI.

notes from the producer...decided to kick things off with one of my fave pieces. first uploaded this on @/crybabysano after i got an ask requesting me to expand a thirst i had. enjoy!

Bonten!Mikey who's so fucking whipped for his baby. Your Mikey who's so wrapped around your pretty ringed fingers that he can't even say no when you ask to warm his cock while he runs his meeting.

He's sitting in his high back leather chair like the prince he is, the large wooden desk covering your lower halves while you're spread out on his lap with your back to his subordinates. Mikey's long coat is draped over your shoulders, with his sinewy gloved fingers shoved into your mouth to keep your moans muffled as he unashamedly thrusts his naked hips against yours.

Obsidian eyes, swallowed up by dilated pupils take in the way his men's attention keeps shifting back to you. Mikey sees how they're fighting not to adjust themselves in front of him, outright leering at the sight of your spit running down his hand as you suck on his fingers, gagging when the pads brush the back of your throat.

They barely notice when he pauses his speech, doesn't even register the loaded .22 Magnum being placed in his free hand until it goes off with a loud bang inside the metal warehouse. With the exception of his execs, they all flinch, but you, your walls clenched so tightly around his dick that has your little lover, their lunatic leader practically gritting the next words out.

"Keep starin' and the next one goes in your head."

His right hand man doesn't even bother hiding his grin, knowing how serious he is. Sanzu's seen it happen before, knows his king won't hesitate to pop a cap in some underling's head for ogling you. He and the other executives know Mikey wouldn't hesitate to give you anything you ask for, so if you want dick in the middle of a meeting, he's not going to deny you, could never, so dick it is. Another thing he commends his king for, he thinks he's kind because he gives the grunts somewhat of a free show. But, if they're gonna start ignoring him in favor of listening to your cute little whimpers as you ride their leader's cock then that's where they'll have a problem.

Mikey allows you to brush a stray lock of stark white hair from his face, then accepts your feather light kiss on the cheek as he keeps narrowed eyes trained on the subordinate with the bullet hole between his feet.

"Do I make myself clear?"

You're almost sure you heard a couple necks crick from how fast they nodded their heads. Then, Mikey's gripping your waist as he bucks his hips into yours, smoothly resuming his meeting as you pant in his ear, face hidden in his silky tresses while trying to chase your high. The leaking, mushroom tip of his length spears your sweet spot, with the pulsing veins on his shaft rubbing and dragging along your fluttering walls.

"Jiro, please?" You beg and he stops again, dark eyes flicking to your frame and blazing like an oil fire. The gun is placed under your chin, and you shudder at how the barrel is still warm when he uses it to tilt your head up so you're able to look at him.

"Excuse me?" He tsks, finger grazing the trigger you know he wouldn't dare pull. You know it's for show, you can see it in the few seconds his gaze falters; flickering once, twice or three times to the safety he knew for a fact he had turned on.

"Jiro sama, more please?" Your voice trembles as you lift yourself up to bounce on his lap, whimpering in relief because you feel him right there, brushing against your bundle of pent up nerves as the lewd squelching of your pussy fills the room again.

He wants to tip his head back and screw his eyes shut, wants to lose himself in the warmth of your cunt, it's still squeezing him so fucking tight that it's making him feel a little dizzy, making it seem as if he can feel every drop of blood that's rushing to his cock. The now cool nozzle grazes your lips and on command, they part. Then, he's leaning forward to spit into your waiting mouth, his chest fluttering as you eagerly swallow it down. Playing it up, you stick your tongue out for him and he's sucking on it lightly, the strings of saliva connecting your lips breaking when you pull away from his feverish kiss.

"Sanzu." He doesn't even look at the man as he addresses him, too busy staring at your bouncing tits and blissed out expression.

The pink haired man understands immediately. "Okay, all of you get out. Fucking perverts."

Before the mahogany doors slam shut, there's the distinct 'thud' of Mikey placing you on his desk and he's quick to drink up your echoing moan when he slams into you, burying himself to the hilt in your snug heat.

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Night drive with silas. Maybe reader had a stockholm syndrome?

The best for you

Mafia!yandere OC x stockholmsyndrome!reader

Summary: after a while in the basement you've finally broken. You're finally obedient.

Warnings: Stockholm syndrome, manipulation, kissing, great fear, hints of violence

You messed up badly. You should not have tried to escape. Look where you ended up — in the darkest corner of his basement with your ankles chained to the stone floor. Reduced to nothing more than a dog.

You're not sure how long you've been down here, but you've been given the opportunity to use the degrading potty four times by now by rough, evil men. Or was it more?

A string of light lights up a small portion of the basement and heavy steps coming down the stairs makes you tense.

"Y/N, baby, it's me", Silas says softly and moves closer to you in the dim light.

He's wearing his dark clothes with his shirt unbuttoned two buttons down and rolled up by his sleeves. In his right hand he holds a see through plastic bag. There's something inside …

"Hi, little thing", Silas says and sits down in front of you.

You press yourself closer to the wall, wishing nothing else than to melt into it and disappear.

"No, no, no, shh, it's okay", he says quickly. "I'm not going to hurt you anymore. Everything is over. I'm here to help."

You doubt that.

He picks up something from the plastic bag and holds the hand open in front of him. A green ball is lying in his palm.

"I got you grapes", he smiles. "I've washed them twice, so you have nothing to be skeptical of."

You look at the grape, hunger roaring through your stomach. Your hand twitches.

"That's right, baby", Silas smiles, "it's yours, take it."

With his reassurance, your hand snatches the grape from his open palm and places it in your mouth. The sudden taste makes you grimace and he smiles, picking up one more. You hesitate. There has to be something waiting for you. He can't be this nice. You're sure that if you try to take the grape, he'll grab your hand in that tight grip he usually has.

"Don't be scared, baby", Silas says softly. "They're all for you."

You shake your head quickly, pressing closer to the wall. You won't fall into his trap.

"They are, I promise", Silas says, moving his hand closer. "Take it."

Your hand snatches the grape just as quickly.

"I'm going to remove the cuffs, okay?" Silas says and moves closer.

Your hands attempt to grab the plastic bag, quickly regretting it. You stare at him with wide eyes, waiting for any sign of anger or disappointment. Nothing.

"You can have the bag if you let me unchain you. Deal?"

You nod hesitantly and hold out your hand. Silas places the plastic bag in your palm. You start to pick up grapes, chewing quicker than the speed of light while he unlocks the chains. He leans back on his hands, looking at you fondly.

"Tasty?" he asks.

You nod carefully. He can tell that your hands are shaking.

"Can you give me one?" he asks and holds out his hand.

You look at his rough hand and down in the bag, contemplating. Slowly, you pick up one of the grapes and drop it in his hand. He smiles and pops it into his mouth. You turn your face down into the bag again. In the corner of your eye you can see him sit up straight again and move closer. You have no time to escape before his arms are wrapped around you in a gentle hold. You forget how to breathe or move. Entire body, all muscles, tense up. You want to push him away or yell at him to let you be, but your brain is having a multipurpose shutdown. The only thing coming out of your mouth being measly whimpers. Silas rubs his hand over your back softly.

"It's okay, little thing", he whispers. "You don't have to be afraid of me anymore. I love you so, so much."

His hand comes up to massage your roots. All of these actions are so soft and after being chained up in this cold, hard and unforgiving basement, you can't do anything else but slowly relax. He notices that and brings you closer until your body is pressed into his. Tears are building up in your chest. You've wanted to cry since you got locked down here, but you haven't dared to. Your tears would have reminded you of how badly you hate your life. But now that you're in Silas’s warm embrace, the walls keeping the tears in are slowly but surely collapsing.

"It's okay, little thing", Silas whispers. "Let it out. I will protect you."

His words sound so genuine that it aches in your broken heart. All you want is for him to treat you normally, why cant he? You suddenly think to yourself that … maybe he does treat you normally, it's just you who are so difficult that he sees no way out than to chain you in here. Tears start to escape your eyes and you're quick to hide them down into his shoulder. He locks your head in place with his hand. You cry out all the frustrations you've felt over both Silas and yourself, over everything and everyone around you. Silas sits in silence, listening. When you finally stop, he pulls your head back and cups your wet cheeks, caressing them with his thumbs. Maybe he isn't too bad after all …?

"Do you want to go upstairs?" he asks with sweet eyes. "Sleep in our bed for a while?"

You nod. Suddenly his touch doesn't feel that poisonous anymore. He stands up and helps you up on your feet. With his arm wrapped around your waist, he brings you upstairs. Now that your stone wall has been removed from you, Silas is the best substitute for you to hide in. He melts everytime you move closer, but he silently hopes that he hasn't broken you. You usually get scared after being locked in the basement, your mind resets like a video game.

His men follow you with their eyes, always interested to see how you've been tamed this time. You press yourself closer to Silas. Not a word needs to be spoken, he already knows.

"If you look at them again it'll be the last thing you ever see" Silas warns his men, bringing you to the stairs to the second floor.

You glance at him, heart softening at how he stood up for you.

He helps you up to your shared bedroom and into the bathroom. You're allowed to take a quick shower before he tucks you into the bed. The soft material around you feels like heavenly clouds compared to the ice cold Hell you've been kept in. It doesn't take more than two minutes before you're knocked out cold with his hand caressing your cheek.

When you wake up, the room is empty. You shoot up, first thought being: "where is Silas?" You look around in desperation. You can't understand this new thinking, this sudden urge to be perfect for him. Be so perfect that you'll never have to end up in the basement again. You've never been so dependent on Silas like this before. Your heart is hammering, all nerves in your body screaming to be close to Silas. Without him, you'll only do something wrong and end up there again …

He must be down in his office, you think and hurry up from the bed. You run over to the door, grabbing the handle.

"Where do you think you're going?" Silas asks firmly, coming out from the bathroom. "I can't even take a piss without you trying to run off."

You breathe out in relief and run over, hugging him tightly. The man freezes in shock and confusion.

"What's going on?" he asks.

"I thought you left!" you mumble. "I got so scared."

He relaxes, understanding. Carefully, his arms wrap around you with a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Of course I won't leave you", he says comfortingly. "I love you, my little angel. Love you so much."

He notices how you glance down at his lips. You need to be close to him.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" he asks smugly.

You nod quickly. He smiles gently and leans down to connect his lips with yours. You respond quickly. He almost flinches in shock, but is quick to match your pace. He almost loses control to you, but is quick to regain it. There's no way you'll get to lead the action. Silas melts into a puddle in your embrace. Your mouth is heavenly soft … and you taste like his wildest fantasies.

"I'm sorry, Silas", you mumble. "I-I shouldn't have tried to run away from you. I don't know what I was thinking, please forgive me."

"You are forgiven, baby", he reassures you.

"I never want to end up there again."

"You won't. Just be as good as you're being now and you won't ever have to see that awful place again."

You breathe out in relief.

"I have to run a quick errand", Silas says.

"Don't leave!" you yelp.

Silas chuckles and caresses your cheeks. "Let me finish, will you? I was going to ask you if you want to come with me. It's just a nice little drive."

You nod. Silas takes your hand in his and leads you out the door, down the stairs.

"Boss, you can't go now!" one of his men says, stressed out of his mind. "We have so much to do!"

"Don't talk to him like that!" you cut him off, a warning to him what will happen if you anger Silas,but also feeling offended that they disrespect him.

"It's okay, baby", Silas smiles and wraps his arm around your shoulders. "You don't have to get involved." He turns to the man. "I do what I want. If you'd paid more attention, you'd know that I'm going on a business errand, not a fun trip. So step aside before you embarrass yourself any further."

The man clears his throat and gives the two of you space. You pity the foolish man. Surely you can't be the only one knowing about the harsh — brutal — consequences?

Silas leads you out to his black, shiny car and opens the front door for you. You jump in and buckle yourself while he gets in behind the steering wheel and turn on the engine.

"If you want, you can just drift off to sleep", Silas says and backs out of the driveway.

You shake your head. Silas chuckles, knowing that you'll be blacked out in twenty minutes anyway.

Twenty minutes pass and you're still awake, much to his surprise. Your eyelids are hanging, deepy wishing that you could let yourself sleep. Although he's given you permission, you're scared that he'll be mad at you for leaving his company. He is unpredictable after all. You soend the time to watxh the twinkling stars up in the night sky, look at the streetlights you pass. It all is so pretty. There are barely any people out by now, but that's almost nicer.

Silas turns to look at you.

"Why are you still awake, baby?" he smiles. "You're obviously tired."

"I shouldn't leave you alone", you whisper regretfully. "I won't be good then …"

"You will be good. You will be the best even, I told you it's okay. Go to sleep, sweet thing."

"Are you sure?"

He chuckles and takes your hand, squeezing it softly. You feel a shameful thump in your heart. Deep down, you know you shouldn't trust him, but oh, how much you really want to.

"Of course I am", he responds. "I took you with me because I know you fall asleep in cars. I'll even put on some calm music for you."

And he does. A sweet, hypnotizing tune enters your ears, making you smile slightly. This time, sleep is inevitable. Only a few minutes later, you're gone. Silas smiles and caresses your cheek with his free hand. He finally succeeded this time. You're finally obedient — finally his.

WHY DON’T YOU GIVE ME A SMILE? (ACT 1)

YANDERE! BATFAM x JINX (ARCANE/LEAGUE)-ESQUE! READER

A lil’ platonic yanderes harley and joker in the mix too hehe

gender neutral reader.

cw/tw: mentally ill reader. reader has schizophrenia. reader has a massive fear of abandonment. harley and joker only feed to that. a r s o n among other crimes. gaslighting. manipulation. implied r*pe (by reader im so sorry you guys) reader is interested in all genders.

summary: meet jinx, gotham’s loudest, most explosive villain. no one knows who they really are, or if jinx is really even their name. but one thing’s for sure — they’ve got a lot of people chasing after them and their reasons aren’t so noble.

status: unedited

Considering Jinx was inspired by Harley Quinn. You’re probably her protégé. Her darling little child with Joker.

YOUR ORIGINS:

She saw you in the aftermath of the explosion. Cold and alone. Fire roaring behind you despite the heavens pouring its heart out, as if it was desperately trying to wash your tears and pain away.

She saw your bruises and a girl a little older than you walk away.

Her heart ached for you. No child deserved to be put in that kind of position, so she stepped in and made herself known.

“ I . . . I only wanted to help . . . Don’t leave me . . . Don’t . . .

You muttered.

Joker, who came here to marvel at the chaos such an explosion would present smiles maniacally.

You. You were the one that did this.

This beautiful wreckage and an equally beautiful child.

You were practically begging to be moulded into a weapon.

You charged at them both as they got closer, and while Harley was ready to defend her man - even hurt you if she has to - they did not expect what came next.

You just, held unto Joker’s right leg.

“ She’s not my sister . . . No . . . if she was she wouldn’t leave me . . . “

You were far too emotional for his liking. But nonetheless. A boon can always be found in a curse. That is, your desire for revenge.

He takes one look at Harley before picking your small body into his arms.

“ Who cares about fools like them, little one? They don’t matter in the grand scheme of things.”

His smile never stopped widening, yet even as a kid you never saw it as creepy or unnerving. In fact, it only reminded you of the smiles you used to draw on your nail bombs.

“All we ever truly have is ourselves. “

“So, smile. Don’t let your tears bring you down.”

Moulding you into the perfect weapon was easy.

Having a psychiatrist as a partner did help a lot in your development.

All it took was a few reminders of that fateful day before you began obediently following their rules and instructions.

You were a genius and since Harley kept protesting against it. You weren’t baptized into a vat of acid like the couple was.

Now, Harley and Joker are the worst possible parents you can ask for. So unlike Arcane’s Jinx. You are way way more unhinged. Not to mention, horny and materialistic.

As you grew up, you began to take interest in intentionally hurting people just for the sake of it. Stealing things was just a normal Tuesday for you. Being successful in your endeavors for once, and having bigger stacks of cash felt exhilarating.

The women and men were amazing. Your pseudo parents being who they were, didn’t really care if you were a sexual deviant or a pervert. When your hormones started kicking in they let you do whatever you want. Even giving you some of the people he held hostage as a toy to play with. If you have the capability of getting someone pregnant/or getting pregnant yourself they wouldn’t really care about the baby but you knew them well enough to know they’d use the kid as a way to manipulate you so you were careful in that aspect anyhow.

Harley noticed that when laying with women you’d often call out your sister’s name or call them sis by itself.

Sick. Disgusting. Is what a normal mother would think after finding out such a fact.

But to her you were just growing up so quickly. She had convinced Joker to go ahead and kill your sibling a long time ago behind your back and was growing anxious with the thought of you hating her and ruining this happy family dynamic (she had in her head)!

So she starts bringing you to more heists in disguise. Always keeping a close eye on you so that if any of those stupid heroes and vigilantes get any close, and you too far. She’d know as soon as possible.

It’s safe to say you grew up pretty spoiled, but even then you were hungry for more.

You see, even if they (Harley and Joker) weren’t careful with their “parenting” approach. They were careful with keeping you hidden from the Dark Knight himself.

Not that they were scared you’d get hurt. They could always nurse you back up again. Harley actually enjoyed the times you’d gotten in the cross fire. More time to take care of you in her arms.

They were mostly scared of the Dark Knight stealing you. Afraid that he’ll take you away and turn you into a goody-two-shoes they wouldn’t recognize anymore.

So as much as you were more involved it still felt like they were babying you.

It was your situation with you family all over again

But this time, this time you’ll show them…

You weren’t weak. And it’ll do them good to remember that.

YOUR RIVALRIES:

You made your debut at around the time Tim was still Robin.

You were his very own Joker. A menace deal with. A person that only cared for the thrill that came with hurting and killing masses.

You were terrible. Evil. A demon he had to exorcise from this world.

A demon he fell hopelessly in love with.

He didn’t know how his feelings came to be. It may have been the amount of stress and pressure he was facing coupled with having to deal with your ass every damn day whether directly or indirectly. But he found himself yearning to see you at times. Getting warm when he thought of you. He felt solace knowing that no matter how many times he’d attempt to tear you down completely, you’d still come back to face him once again.

He was so guilty of his feelings. How could he fall for someone as heinous as you? You were the worst of the worst. But somehow that made things so much more better.

You were a taboo. A vice he couldn’t have. The thought of entering such a forbidden relationship excited him just cause it was just that — forbidden , a temptation that should always stay like that.

He somehow manages to gain the self control to stay away from you for a while.

But then came Damian and he was set to replaced. Just like that.

“Wow there Timmy Boy. You look like shit.”

“J-Jinx?! Why are you here? How do you know my name?!” He asked as if he didn’t know every single detail about you himself.

“I have to know my little birdie well don’t I?”

“What kind of archnemesis would Jinx be to their little Robin if they didn’t do a lil’ research?” You spoke in a higher, cutesy voice as if you were your handgun that you’ve affectionally named Zapper.

“Right you are Zapper! I would be a terrible rival. That wouldn’t do for a hero as great as Timmy!”

He thought that all his work was all for naught. All the hours he spent trying to prove himself was gone so fast.

But you reminded him of his place in this world. Of his position as a hero. Your rival.

The warmth in your eyes when you looked at him sealed the deal. There was no coming from this. He was yours as you were his.

“Only I can hurt you like this, toots. Don’t forget that.”

Little did you know that Tim took those words to heart and never let anyone else hurt him (and stay alive).

“Big Bat can replace you but you’ll always be the Robin in my heart !” You winked at him, signaling with one of your manicured fingers for him to smile. Which ended up almost scratching your cheeks.

Tim was confused (incredibly flustered, not to mention har—), why were you so kind to him all of a sudden. He knew you were the playful type but you were usually ruthless when it came to battle. You weren’t one to play with food for too long. For you to excuse him, much less help him in such a state.

Who were you and what did you do to his Jinx?

“OW hEy! I swear if you put that there Pow-Pow— I’ll—“ Tim heard you screeching out of view.

Scratch his doubts. Yep, you were definitely still his Jinx.

The Dark Knight knew who you were from the beginning.

He had his suspicions even before you came into the scene. With your knack to tag everything with neon spray-paints.

At first he thought you were a simple thug that Joker and Harley picked up. But the way they were sheltering you made it seem otherwise.

The regret he felt knowing that you were basically a child in their filthy hands and was now far too gone to save was immense.

If only he knew. You wouldn’t be in this situation.

While he was “dead” he found himself looking into you more. About the death of your biological parents and the way your sister abandoned you to Harley and Joker.

He felt pity for your childhood and a sense of kinship. Sure the incident may have been your fault but you were a child. How could you have known your actions would have such terrifying consequences.

If only you knew him when you were younger.

If only.

He was sure you’d be one of the greatest vigilantes alive.

“I knew you were alive.”

You looked down at Batman, staring while both of you were being doused by the rain. Thunder accompanying the sound of conversation.

He takes a defensive stance.

“I’m not going to fight ya, that’s Joker’s thing. And I know he’ll grill my ass if I stole his archnemesis.”

“What a loser!”

“Hey! He took us in. We should be more grateful!”

Bruce looked at you as you talked with a new, rather large, shark shaped gun. He had memorized the names of all your “companions” by now and was oddly excited and slightly unnerved by the new one.

“So, why’d you leave? Was it . . . was it on purpose?”

“No.”

“Then come back.”

He almost dropped all his plans with the way you told him that.

“Tim needs you . . . and your other sons too or whatever.”

“Come with me.”

“You crazy, old bat? Why would I—“

“I know what it feels like to have no family. Harley doesn’t love you. Joker doesn’t love anyone.”

“Do you?”

“I do.”

“Well tough luck man. I don’t give a shit about love.”

You dropped down to his level. A thud resounds, loud enough to cut through the rainfall and thunder.

“Cause love never gave a shit about me.”

“We’ll have to refuse. Just get back to your sons, hero!”

“I’m sorry, perhaps I didn’t make it clear enough—

— I don’t think you have a choice in this matter, [Y/N].”

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WHAT’S UP DANGER : Yandere Batfam x Miles Morales! Reader

Thank i just started to cry in a cafe because of this

happy deathday to my baby boy😢sorry I'm late again.

MC: Would any of you ever start a cult for me?

Satan: You're asking us,

Lucifer: The seven lords of hell,

Levi: If we would start a cult for you

MC:

Lucifer: Where do you think we go Tuesday nights

Hi! I saw your kirishima wedding post and was wondering if you wrote for Todoroki? It's like a proposal but Todoroki and Reader are best friends and his dad doesn't like reader. And one day they're having fun, and Todoroki just says "I have an idea. How about we get married?" And it's random, he was probably mad at his dad and maybe had secret feeling for reader, that they reciprocate, they're like 18, probably still in UA and run off and get married. And if it's not to much may I please ask for his dad's reaction and class 1-A's reaction to being told they ran off one night and just got hitched lmao

you are brilliant nonny, so sorry it's taken so long to get to this! i was on hiatus and have now returned, i hope this is worth the wait ily

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There are many truths in this world. Among them are horrid nightmarish things, like hate and doom, death and dread. Enji Todoroki hates you. But also, among them are love and lust, creation and joy. Shoto Todoroki loves you.

You are laying in the floor of Shoto's dorm room, it's after hours. The world outside is oppressive, the air is thick with judgment beyond the walls you and your best friend are locked behind. Soon you will graduate, soon you will be a rescue hero. You will achieve what you've lived for all these years, you'll pull victims from burning buildings, you'll supervise evacuations during natural disasters, you'll be constantly working in the background to make sure citizens are safe. Your quirk allows temporary manipulation of time, it's not flashy and you've never cared to make it appear that way. You've never been bells and whistles, you will never be the publicized hero everyone looks up to. Shoto, however, he will be all of that. He will be on the front lines protecting citizens from threats that walk among them. You will clear the area for him and heroes like him, and he will take it from there. You will tend to the wounded, and he will make sure you won't have more to tend to. At the end of the day, it will be his name in the news. You will both be busy; you will probably lose your best friend to those 'long days' your hero mother complains about so often.

That's still a month or so away. Tonight, you evade fate. Tonight, you are not the hero Shoto and the rescue hero Full Stop. Tonight, you are Shoto, the teenager, and Y/n, his best friend.

"Y/n, do you think we'll be good?" Shoto asks, staring at the ceiling as he lays beside you.

"Good what?" You turn to look at the side of Shoto's face, studying his profile and committing every sharp edge to memory.

"Just good," he doesn't even glance at you, and his face gives away no emotion. "I want to be good."

You hum in acknowledgement, closing your eyes as you think over his question. Your knee-jerk response is to assure him that yes obviously you're both going to be good, but he's worth more than that. He deserves introspection. Finally, you open your eyes again to find him staring at you. "Yes." You say, a sense of finality in your voice. "We will be good."

His eyes flicker over your face for a moment, as though looking for any possible hesitation in your features, then he nods, seemingly satisfied. "It's been a long three years." Shoto says, his voice barely above a whisper. He doesn't look away from you, just keeps his eyes locked on yours.

"Yes," you agree, reaching forward to push a strand of hair out of his eyes, "It has been a very long three years. We've almost made it, you know. Do you know where you'll start out?"

"Mm," now he does look away, face distorting in evident discomfort. "I'll be with my father's agency, for now."

"I see." There's nothing else to respond with, other than perhaps 'my condolences,' but that hardly seems appropriate in the presence of your best friend's grief. Suddenly his question makes much more sense. "You will be good," you assure him, "You are good."

He says nothing, but his hand finds yours between the two of you. Your fingers intertwine, and you do not comment on how his fingers twitch. You hold his hand, and you keep studying the features of the one person you feel at home next to, and soon you speak again. "We never got to be children."

"No, we didn't," Shoto admits with a sigh, squeezing your hand before he stands up. "Would you like to be children tonight?"

You stare up at him in slight shock, eyes flickering between his face and the hand he's outstretched to you. Your smile is crooked and warm and all things good as you take his hand. He pulls you up with more force than necessary, and you end up stumbling into him. He's the only one who's ever managed to make you stumble, and you think maybe it's because you trust him to catch you.

"Let's go then," Shoto says, because of course you don't even have to say anything for him to know your answer. He leads you out of his room, checking that no one's around before the two of you trek down to the common room.

You're the only ones still awake this late at night, so you make sure the volume on the tv is turned down sufficiently low as you sit together. He turns on the television, and he finds the most inane, childish film available.

"I'm not quite sure what happens now," Shoto admits twenty minutes in, squinting at the screen in confusion. "Isn't this meant to be funny?"

"Yes, I'm not seeing the appeal either." You sigh and reach for the remote, turning off the television. "We could try baking. Isn't that something teenagers do together? Cookies?"

He nods solemnly. "Yes, that happens often in the manga I read."

"Excellent, to the kitchen we go, then." You lead the way, this time, pulling Shoto along by the wrist.

This time it really is fun. You play music through your earbuds, sharing with Shoto as you work side by side. You both try your hardest to be quiet, so no one wakes up, leaning in to mumble comments in one another's ear, then snickering as you try to hold back your laughter. Soon your cookies are safely in the oven, and the two of you are covered in various ingredients. You turn toward one another, dissolving into quiet laughter when you see the mess you've made of one another. The music continues to play in your ears, and the laughter leaves you breathless as you wipe away a smudge of flour from Shoto's cheek.

"This is very fun," You admit, beaming. "I don't believe I've ever made a mess like this before. My mother would have killed me."

Shoto laughs, threading gentle fingers through your hair to get rid of the flour and sugar you'd somehow managed to get in it. "I don't think I have, either. I never saw the point."

"We are... a mess." You remark, and laughter falls from your lips following the last word. All barriers fall down, tomorrow does not exist when you allow yourself to fall against Shoto.

"We are, aren't we?" Shoto sighs, but he doesn't push you off of him. Quite the opposite, actually, he wraps a single arm around you. "It would be nice if we could have this often. Moments come and go so very quickly."

"I could freeze time for a moment, if you'd like," You offer, not bothering to look up.

"No, no, I think I've a better idea." Finally, Shoto pushes you away, holding you at arm's length and forcing you to meet his eye by tipping your head up by the chin. "What if we got married?"

Time literally stands still as you stare at Shoto, the timer on the oven freezes at three minutes. You're so shocked you've activated your quirk. Once you realize you quickly deactivate, then you're quickly addressing Shoto. "What? Have you gone mad? We aren't even dating-We're barely eighteen!"

"Wouldn't it be wonderful, though?" Shoto says, for once throwing all caution to the wind. "Would it be so horrid? To be married to me?"

In truth, no, it wouldn't be horrid at all. It would be brilliant. To know you'd never have to leave Shoto's side for longer than a day of work... To know that you would be connected by more than fate, that sounds truly wonderful. It would be an honor to love and be loved by Shoto Todoroki, but you can't help but wonder where this has come from. "Is this because of what your dad said the other day? That you shouldn't waste your time with me? Because, Sho, that doesn't give you permission to waste your life on me."

"No, it's nothing to do with that. Pissing off my father is only an added bonus. And it wouldn't be a waste, nothing with you is a waste." God, he sounds so sure, so certain that he wants a life with you.

"You've not given me a ring," you say simply, quietly. "And is my first kiss to be at the altar?"

He surprises you for a second time, then, by pressing his lips against yours so gently you think maybe you're going to wake up any moment, this whole night another dream. "I can get you a ring," he says, holding onto you by the shoulders. "I can get you whatever you want, I can be whatever you want."

"I think I just want you." It's hard to admit out loud, you'd only recently come to terms with it yourself. "God, you've really gone mad."

He grins, a true unfiltered grin that is so rare from Shoto. How could you ever deny that grin? "I think I lost my mind a long time ago."

"I think I may be even more insane than you," You whisper, gravitating back toward Shoto's lips. "Because I think I'm going to say yes."

He kisses you again, and he only pulls away when the timer for your cookies goes off. You're shocked into another round of laughter, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. You watch in quiet introspection as he pulls the cookies from the oven. When Shoto turns back to you, he's met with more questions.

"When will we get married? Who will we invite?"

"Tonight," the response is immediate, "We'll get married tonight. We'll go to one of those twenty-four-hour chapels, just the two of us. I'll get you a plastic ring for now, then I'll buy you whatever you want later. Unless you want a big wedding, in which case I suppose I could make a few calls..."

This time you kiss him, knocking him out of his thoughts. "I never cared for lavish parties, I think it would be perfect, just the two of us."

The two of you pack your book-bags for an overnight trip before sneaking out of the dorms. Your heart is racing as your brain begins to catch up with just what the two of you are going through with. You don’t think you’ll have any regrets, but what about him? You have to be sure that this isn’t a fucked act of rebellion he’ll regret come sunrise.

You grab his arm before he gets all the way over the fence, worrying your bottom lip. “Are you sure about this?”

He stares in silence for a moment, then offers a calm smile as he takes your hand off his arm. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” Then he’s bailing over the side of the fence, and you can’t help but laugh when he falls on his ass.

You follow after him, and the two of you share a wild glance before you’re running off into the night.

Soon enough you’re at some gimmicky chapel in the next town over, and they’ve not yet recognized either of you. They believe you’re just another pair of young lovers, running away together. For a moment you let yourself believe that, too.

Adrenaline pumps through your veins as you stand in front of Shoto, your best friend and confidant for the past three years. You’ve spent your whole lives restrained by tradition, it’s fitting that you find yourselves here now. You’re getting married as your first date, you have plastic rings you won from a claw machine in the mall, a man dressed as the main character from a popular manga is officiating your wedding.

You seal your fate with a kiss, and just like that you’re the first of your friends to get married.

“My mom’s going to beat my ass for letting her miss this,” you say through joyful laughter, leaning against Shoto.

He snorts at that, tracing shapes on your back. “If my father werent so concerned with image, I believe he would disown me.”

“If only you could be so lucky.”

You have to stop Shoto from uploading a picture to his social media right there. You owe it to your friends to let them hear the news from the two of you. He agrees, albeit reluctantly, and you begin the journey back to school. You make it in time for your first class, and no one really questions where you were at breakfast. When Ochako notices the ring on your finger, however, everything goes to shit.

“Y/n, you don’t wear jewelry. Where’d that ring come from?” She asks, head tilted to the side in genuine confusion.

“We got hitched last night.” You respond simply before taking another bite of your lunch.

Chopsticks clatter against the table as everyone but Shoto turns to look at you in shock. “Hitched? Like married?”

You hum in agreement, not looking up from your lunch as you crack a slight grin.

“To who?”

“Me,” Shoto responds before you get the chance, unceremoniously showing off his matching ring.

The questions are unending from everyone around you. The reactions range from Ochako asking how long you’d been dating in secret to Tenya scolding you for rushing into such an important decision. You don’t respond to their prodding, you don’t think they’d believe you if you did tell them everything. You don’t protest as Shoto takes a picture of your ring, grinning in amusement as you realize what he must be doing.

You get a notification that you’ve been tagged in a post, and it’s a picture of your hand with the caption ‘just married’ and you’re delighted to find that Shoto had tagged his father as well.

Elsewhere in Japan, Endeavor is all but burning his office to the ground in a fit of hatred and rage. Your quirk is not compatible with Shoto’s, your mother is an underground hero he’s deemed unworthy of praise, and your aspirations are far from meeting his high standards for a spouse for his son. You are everything he hates most in this world.

Shoto is smiling brilliantly when he drags you to his dorm room that evening, it’s the brightest smile you’ve ever seen grace his features. He tells you everything about how he’d felt for you for the last year, and how it all came to a head last night. Your desire for a career is based on a desire to save people rather than a desire for fame and recognition. You hold Shoto to a higher standard as a person than you do as a hero. You’ve looked his father in the eye and called him a boot-licking racist. Your quirk has the potential for extreme power, yet you refuse to use it for anything other than ensuring the safety of others. You love deeply and wholeheartedly. You are everything Shoto holds dearest in this world.