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fang-and-feather · 5 months

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Ikemen Vampire: Arthur/Isaac/Reader

Written for Year of the OTP November prompt: secret relationship (reveal) from @yearoftheotpevent

There was an attempt of the other guys interacting at the end, but I'm not sure about it, Dazai might be a little off, or I'm just confused...

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Isaac feared having the others know of his relationship with you, and especially with Arthur. Having two lovers, one of them another guy, was something you really didn’t openly do in this time period, right? And it was Arthur. They weren’t supposed to get along. There was no way the others would accept it. But he was also a little jealous of how his partners could be so open about their relationship and had more time to spend together because of that. How could he solve such an impasse?

He hated that he felt a little jealous of you and Arthur. Sometimes, he would rather not have to hide anymore. He would rather not need excuses to go on dates. Or miss moments like on mornings after you slept separately but had breakfast together, and one of you openly gave the other a greeting kiss. It was embarrassing, but he would like to be able to be acknowledged somehow.

But his situation wasn’t something he could just come out and say in public. When some people who knew you saw you, each time with one of them, or sometimes even with both, it already drew awkward questions.

“Why would it be different here, where some of them are from earlier periods?”

“What would be different, Isaac?”

The sudden question made Isaac jump and spin around. Had he said that one aloud?

At least it was just Napoleon, but that didn’t make things better.

“Nothing. Just thinking to myself.” He started walking back to his room but stopped when Napoleon called after him.

“Did you eat anything?”

“I-I will have breakfast in my room.”

Isaac tried to get away again, only for Napoleon to follow.

“I didn’t want to mention it, but you can’t keep running away like that, Isaac.” Isaac sighed and stopped, Napoleon catching up with him. “Everyone already noticed how you three have been quite strange for a while. They have all sorts of ideas why.” Isaac thought they were being discreet. Then again, sometimes he also thought Arthur made no effort to. Or was it him? He never thought himself very good at lying or hiding things. “You were asking yourself why it is different here? It’s probably because we care about you. Even Dazai, despite his methods. We’re like a family here. I don’t know what your problem is, and none of us will push you, despite how curious some are, but, when you’re ready, I hope you know you can trust us.”

‘I don’t know what your problem is’, but Napoleon spoke of everything else as if he knew.

Or was he just being paranoid now he knew everyone noticed something going on? Isaac had never been good at reading people. It was more likely he was wrong.

But that didn’t matter. Maybe Napoleon was right. Maybe he could trust the people who lived there. You would have told him the same.

“Thank you. I will keep that in mind.”

He nodded in acknowledgement, and Napoleon smiled.

“Trust your heart. And if it’s something you still need to talk to Arthur about, despite his actions, he also means well, and I think he is more fond of you than he seems.”

Napoleon was more right about that than he thought. Or maybe he knew already. Isaac couldn’t help but blush at the suggestion either way.

“He has a strange way to show it, then.” To the point Isaac wondered sometimes why he really fell for Arthur. But although Arthur was still his annoying, teasing self, there were always these loving and tender moments between them that made him certain of his feelings.

“That’s just how Arthur is, I suppose.” Napoleon laughed and ruffled Isaac’s hair. “You’re still going back to your room?”

“Yes. I really have something I was working on and I already took enough of a break.”

Isaac said goodbye to Napoleon and managed to get back to his work without any problem, but he found it hard to concentrate on it. Between missing his partners, his feelings that morning and the conversation with Napoleon, he couldn’t stop thinking about the situation.

The only thing that broke through his concentration was a tray being set in front of him, and the sound of a chair being pulled closer.

“Newt?” Arthur asked, sounding worried as he sat by Isaac’s side. “What’s on your mind? Doesn’t seem to be work, by the way you were staring at it.”

Nothing escaped Arthur, did it? But Isaac wasn’t sure if he was ready to talk about it yet. He hadn’t even sorted his feelings.

“I’m fine. Just a little tired.”

Avoiding looking at Arthur, Isaac examined the tray, finding it a little too full for one person’s breakfast. That made him turn to Arthur, ready to ask, only for his boyfriend to smile at him.

“Do you mind if I join you? Our little bird told me to make sure you eat.”

“Didn’t anyone find it suspicious you left with both our breakfasts?” While he was worried about how and when to break the news to their housemates, Arthur did so many careless things that Isaac wondered why he hadn’t told them himself yet.

“I told them I needed a change of scenery and would bring your breakfast since I was on my way out. But we can eat somewhere else, if you’re afraid someone will come check on you.”

Why would anyone check on him besides their girlfriend? They were all used to Isaac hiding in his room, either to work or to not have to deal with people.

“No. You can stay.” They rarely had the opportunity to eat together, like a couple, because they were keeping their relationship a secret.

Arthur gave him a quick peck, and they started breakfast in silence, Isaac getting comfortable upon realizing Arthur did not ask further about his worries. A little too comfortable.

“Isaac,” Arthur started, and Isaac froze. He was only called by his name when Arthur was very serious. “is it that bad that people know we are together?” Of course Arthur knew. If Isaac could barely keep a secret from the others without them being auspicious, why did he think he could fool Arthur? “Is it that shameful that you love me?”

Arthur’s pout and sad eyes were a trap, right? His boyfriend was trying to make him feel guilty on purpose, didn’t he?

But he had a point. Him being with Arthur was something he didn’t want people to know. One of the reasons, and not even the biggest of them, but still a reason. But no. Shame at being with him was not at the core of it.

“You are still so annoying at times that I wonder why I like you. At others, I still wonder why you like me. But I’m not ashamed of it. A little embarrassed at being teased for it, but that’s not the reason at all. We are…” Isaac tried to find the proper words “so different from the norm. It’s not something we can tell people outside. Aren’t you afraid the others here won’t accept it?”

“I saw you talking with Napoleon. What did he tell you?”

Not ‘what were you talking about’ but ‘what did he tell you’.

“That everyone is auspicious of us, and that I should trust them more. I thought it was something you would tell me.”

“He just beat us to it. And of course he would say that. Do you want to know why?”

At least he was offering, instead of telling it without asking. And Isaac shook his head. If there was something, he would rather Napoleon tell him when he was ready.

“So you think we should tell them?” Isaac tried to change the subject.

“It will be easier if they don’t find out on their own. Besides, I don’t think we are in any trouble. It might be difficult for some of them, but none of us is anything like the norms. And if they still don’t accept it, it will be easier for us to move somewhere together.” Isaac nodded, and Arthur kissed him. “I can’t wait to see everyone’s reactions. And we’ll be able to spend more time together without having to sneak around.” Another kiss. “And speaking of spending time, I missed you yesterday, Newt.”

Assaulted with deeper kisses, Isaac was unable to respond. His mind protested that this wasn’t the right moment for that, but Isaac found himself embracing Arthur, pulling him closer and kissing back, rather than pushing him away to protest. The combination of being busy with work and the rain keeping the other in the house made it difficult for Isaac to spend time with any of his lovers. He had missed them, too.

Isaac pulled away, startled, when the door quickly opened and closed, blushing upon realizing it was just you and that you were grinning at him.

“Sorry for interrupting you two. I came to see if you finished breakfast and I will go back to work. Are you feeling better, Isaac?” You walked behind them and leaned in to give him a quick kiss.

“I am. Sorry if I worried you. I just had a lot on my mind.”

“And did you sort it out? Or was Arthur just trying to distract you with sex?”

“Ouch. You hurt me, luv. What kind of boyfriend do you take me for?”

“A very horny one.”

“Well, can’t deny that. But it’s not my fault I have two very tempting partners.” Arthur tried to pull you into his lap, but you circled around Isaac’s chair.

“Not now, Arthur. If I don’t get back soon, everyone will start to be suspicious.”

You tried to leave, avoiding Arthur, but it was Isaac who held you by the arm.

“Wait. Don’t you have a little time to talk?”

“If it is quick, I do.”

Nodding, Isaac told you of his resolution to tell everyone about your relationship. He was a little apprehensive of your reaction, then relieved when you smiled and reassured him you supported the idea, too.

With both of you by his side, Isaac felt like he could actually do it. Like everything would be okay.

The three of you made sure to tell them on a day you could catch most of the residents together, which happened a couple of days later at dinner, where, surprisingly, even Jean had decided to join them. Only Dazai was missing, but him arriving late wasn’t anything new, and he was someone Isaac wouldn’t miss during this conversation.

Isaac had been feeling pretty confident since you talked that day but, now that the time came, he lingered in the hallway nervously.

On each of his sides, you wrapped an arm around his waist and Arthur around his shoulders, hugging him in silence.

When he looked at each of you, he saw encouraging smiles that, even without words, told him you were there for him. That you were in this together.

He pulled away slightly, so he could hold hands with both of you, instead. He liked the closer contact, but this way was easier to move and especially get through the doorway.

All eyes turned to you as the three of you walked in like that, all of them wide in surprise, some going quickly between Isaac, Arthur, and their intertwined fingers. But they promptly gave them space to sit together. Despite that gesture of acknowledgement and everyone trying to focus back on their dinner, Isaac was still nervous when the silence lasted for a couple of minutes more. Both you and Arthur giving his hands - that you were still holding under the table - a reassuring squeeze as you waited.

It was Theo that, without even looking at you, broke the silence.

“So this is what the fuss was about? You can count on Arthur to make everyone so worried over nothing.”

“Does that mean you were worried too, Theo?” Arthur teased.

“That you had made a mess for us to clean, maybe. It always ends up in my hands when you and Hondje have problems.”

“Because you and Arthur are good friends, so they trust you,” Vincent told him.

Had it been anyone else, Theo would have complained at the notion that he and Arthur were friends, but with Vincent, he only grunted, turning his attention fully back to his food.

“I think everyone here is glad that you sorted it out.” Comte spoke up. “The rumors were getting quite unsettling.”

“You say that like you weren’t taking part in all the speculation on what was happening to them.” Leonardo laughed. “But I guess this wasn’t what anyone here expected.”

“Why would we? Everyone thought Isaac had better taste. But I guess Hondje and her horny dog are a package deal.”

Isaac blushed, although he already expected this kind of reaction. He had questioned his own sanity when he started falling for Arthur.

“You make me sound like a poor bonus in a big prize, Theo.” Arthur complained, a little exaggeratedly.

“And aren’t you?” Theo smirked at him.

“I know you love me, Theo.”

“In your dreams.”

“Arthur! We barely settled this, and you already want one more boyfriend?”

You were kidding. Isaac knew it. Besides, it was Theo you were talking about. He and Arthur got along better than you would guess at first glance, but as friends. But logic didn’t keep him from tensing at the suggestion.

Of course you had the right if you wanted. To add more people, just like you did him, but he wasn’t ready to share, and that possessiveness surprised him.

“Of course not, luv. I already have a wonderful boyfriend I still have a lot to get to know about.” Arthur winked at Isaac, reaching to touch him. Issac was ready to protest that it wasn’t the appropriate place for this, but both stopped on hearing a voice from the window.

“Well, well, aren’t you two sweet?” Dazai hoisted himself through one of the windows. Nothing new at this point, although Isaac wished he would miss dinner tonight. “But so bold of you, Ai-chan. Such an indecent display at dinner…”

“Didn’t you have anything better to do? And Arthur is the one being indecent.”

There was a murmur of “What’s new about it?”, Isaac had no idea from whom.

“Aw, Newt. Don’t be like that. I was just trying to help.”

“Then don’t help.”

Isaac gave you a pleading look and, shaking your head at their antics, you stood up, motioning for him to trade places.

“I always knew Arty had a crush on you.”Dazai told Isaac. “I was rooting for you.”

“Dazai! You better leave Isaac alone for now, or I think Arthur will get jealous.” You tugged him away from Isaac, your tone as playful as everyone else, but Isaac could see the seriousness in your eyes. He hoped the others could too and would leave him alone.

“Only Arty, Toshiko-san?”

“What did I say about all this commotion at dinner?” Comte asked, slightly raising his voice. “I know you have a lot on your mind about this turn of events, but the dinner table is not the place to discuss that.”

With that, dinner returned to normal, and Isaac felt the weight of the last few days being lifted from him. He still expected some curious looks, but all he got was one indecipherable look from Jean, who was practically whispering with Napoleon. Whatever Napoleon said, it got Jean’s attention from Isaac, and when he looked Napoleon in the eyes, Isaac got a smile and a nod of acknowledgement.

Although not everyone had spoken up, even that was a sign of acceptance. And Isaac never felt so much a part of the group as he did at that moment.

Arthur was right. Despite some of them not interacting much, they all supported one another.

And he was surprisingly happy about that. Isaac never realized how he got a sense of home in this place, with these people. It could just be a sense born of years together, but it actually felt like a family. And after tonight, maybe he could start embracing it and trusting them more, at least not to hide as he did with this relationship. He could afford as much, right?

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joyofblogging · 9 months

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I was scammed today!!!😩

This is kinda embarrassing but whatever. I just want to share to make sure that no one will experience the same thing. Or will not stupid like me. Hahaha

While waiting for our order, someone called me. An unknown mobile number. Since I was waiting for a call from the bank, I answered it.

The guy told me that he’s calling from BPI. He told me that he’s calling to inform that my credit card will be replaced with a Platinum Card and will be ready for pick up on Monday at TGU IT Park Branch.

But to verify and transfer all my transactions, he asked me to complete my credit card number. Which I did. He then asked me for my customer number. Which I gave. And he verified for my birthdate.

Then he told me that my rewards will be converted to cash and will be deposited into my registered savings account. Which by the way, he knew the account number.

Then he asked for my BPI Online Login Password. This time, I felt like I was hesitant but at the same time, was like hypnotized and still told him. The first one was wrong coz I really can’t remember it since I don’t login by inputting my credentials.

Then he said it’s not correct. So I mentioned another arrangement. And it went it. Then he told me that a code will be sent to me because they need it to transfer the amount to my savings account.

Thanks God that I woke up from that trap and asked him why I will give him a code for resetting my password. Since the message said that it’s for resetting my password. He said that it’s not. But I said that it is what it’s asking.

And I told him that I will be going directly to the branch and verify everything. He hung up without saying goodbye.

By the way, this is his number +639613141612!

Good thing no transactions were done. Good thing my savings don’t have anything on it. Hahaha

I thought of going to the branch but it will surely take time and I needed to be somewhere. So I just called BPI’s hotline and also left a message at their Twitter account.

Thanks God someone picked up on the first call.

I told her everything and she said that it was a scam. Because they don’t ask for details like customer number and most especially, BPI Online Login Username and OTP Code.

So she deactivated my credit card. And transferred me to their online banking in-charge. My online banking account was deactivated as well. Everything!

It was kinda a hassle. But it’s better that way.

Also, they also responded at their Twitter account. They asked for the contact number of the one who called me, the date & time of the call. The same data I told the agent on their hotline.

They already created a report about it.

So here’s the takeaway.

Never ever give your customer number, account number, login credentials and most especially, OTP to anyone calling. Whether you know it’s from BPI or not.

This is the link to verify their accredited Telesales provider.

https://l.bpi.com.ph/3DHpv2p

Never ever trust anyone.

I think I’m building up another trauma. And it’s really disappointing.

What I don’t understand though is how did these scammers get all my details (account number, mobile number, birthdate, etc.) when I only provided it to the banks?

How much are we really protected by the Data Privacy and Confidentiality Protection Law?

Can these financial institutions instead create a code or something that will tell their clients that the number who’s calling is legit?

And it’s crazy how these scammers can still live without being eaten by their conscience? Stealing money from the hardwork of other people.

I don’t think the SIM Registration is working. If these scammers are still not being caught and punished.

So yeah! Be aware! Beware! Still it’s not a safe place anywhere even online or virtual. Bad people are scattered and still spreading negativity and damages.

Thanks to BPI though for being so responsive and helpful in fixing this issue!☺️

#inside a bloggers mind #thoughts #bpi #bpi scam #online scams #bank scam #Philippines #fraud #bank fraud #online fraud

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the-kings-of-games · 1 year

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For the ask

jjjjjjjaden yuki ^^

Hi, @whoeverreadsthisisgay! Sorry it took so long to answer. 030 I didn't see you in my inbox until now, I swear!

How do I feel about this character: I really liked Jaden from the start. Happy-go-lucky characters are the loves of my life, and I just liked how goof he is.

Supreme King was a pretty banging character design.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Chazz, and an honorable mention to Yubel because my friend ships them so I do too. #solidarity

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Syrus and Tyranno. But like, anyone will do honestly the guy made so many friends. Just give him all the friends.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I didn't really like Jaden's development. ^^; I know that a lot of other people do because being depressed and traumatized is relatable, but I don't watch media to relate. It's nice when it does happen, sure, but not like this. I know Jaden was filled guilt and worry for his friends, but I didn't like how he pushed them away for their sake, without even asking them. They tried so hard to help him, even giving up their lives, and he's just going around, going, "It's all my fault, I have to fix this myself." It's just a pretty disappointing change from a guy who just wants to have fun to someone who no longer valued himself or those around him. Idk, man, I think Jaden is a sort of antithesis of "heart of the cards" and "friendship is magic" trope that YGO is all about.

He regrets everything he's done, I believe that, but at the end, the Yūki Jaden I liked just didn't make it out to the other side. [Shrugs] He matured, but was the cost really worth it? Not in my opinion.

One thing I wish would happen/have happened with this character in canon: Idk, say goodbye to his friends before disappearing???

Send an ask my way! 👀 I've watched every series.

#yugioh #flame muses #flame replies #yugioh gx #jaden yuki #yuki judai #ygo

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thedamageofherdays · 3 years

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This week I was really craving fluffy fics so a lot of these are pretty fluffy. I ended up discovering some real gems (in part due to lovely people reccing some of these fics to me) and also re-read the fic that never fails to bring me comfort (Coming Up Easy). A good reading week I would say!

Favourites are marked with a 🌻

Wake Up Sleepy Head! by ishouldbesleepingrightnow [Stucky, 769 words, General]

‘Aww, he looks so cute and peaceful’, Natasha thinks with a smirk on her face. Then she takes a deep breath in.

“WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD!”

Kiss Me Hello by kehinki [Stucky, 5k words, Mature]

Bucky and Steve take to kissing each other hello, goodbye, goodnight. It's all very platonic until it isn't.

How Bucky Barnes Convinced Steve Rogers He Loved Him (or, the many times Bucky told Steve and the one time he listened) by powerfulowl @stuckyflangst [Stucky, 8k words, Explicit]

Bucky laid his head down on the table (carefully so as not to mess up his hair too much – he’d just blow dried it this morning thank you very much) and groaned.

‘It is that bad Nat.’ He sat up again and took a long draw on his own iced coffee (milk, cream, icecream, sugar). ‘Bucky, I said to myself, how bad can it be? It’s seven years since you graduated, you can’t still be in love with your childhood BFF. This is real life. You are a grown man. You’ve been in other relationships. You’ve moved on. You can totally move in with Steve and Sam and it will be cool. Just bros living together. Sharing a house.’

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The tale of how Bucky Barnes tried to woo his childhood friend, Steve Rogers, and how Steve just refused to take the hint. They say desperate times call for desperate measures.

🌻 Let's Fall In Love by Desdemon [Stucky, 3k words, Teen]

“I really am sorry, dollface,” Bucky said, his eyes huge and stupid. “I’m just flapping my gums, you know what a chucklehead I am.”

🌻 Coming Up Easy by musette22 @musette22 [Stucky, 45k words, Explicit]

“Listen, I was just thinking,” Steve says, his face open, eyebrows raised in a tentatively hopeful expression. “Why don’t you come stay at my place for a while? I’ve got an office that I barely use, and a change of scenery might do you good, right? Help you beat that writer’s block?” With a crooked smile, he adds, “I promise I’m not a serial killer.”

While Bucky would normally crack a joke about how that’s exactly what a serial killer would say, right now, all he can do is blink at Steve in surprise, heart tripping over itself in his chest. Steve wants him to come and stay at his place. In Massachusetts. Just the two of them.

"Oh," Bucky croaks. "I- Wow."

“I mean, no pressure,” Steve says hastily. “Totally fine if you don’t wanna. I just thought I’d offer, in case it might help, y’know?”

“Yeah.” Bucky ignores the little voice in his head that sounds an awful lot Nat and Becca, telling him he’s setting himself up for heartbreak. “I mean, if you’re sure, that would be amazing.”

Bucky Barnes' Birthday: 1934 by dottieapple [Stucky, 4k words, Teen]

Written about Bucky Barnes' birthday, 1934, for Bucky Barnes' birthday, 2020: in which Becca Barnes is an analogue for the fandom because she sees it before Steve and Bucky. It all starts with a hand-drawn birthday card, some cake, and getting stuck on a fire escape.

🌻 The one place (where something happened) by unremarkable @otp-holic [Stucky, 4k words, Mature]

“In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, where something happened, and then there are all the other places.” Alice Munro.

(or the one where they receive a letter from a familiar name and we go into 4Ks of fluff around a lost afternoon in France)

🌻 Blindfolded by Lilibet [Stucky, 2k words, Explicit]

The creak of the rickety floorboards of their tiny flat seemed louder under Bucky’s bare feet, the rattle of the piping in the walls more noticeable, the tinny echo of a radio floating from across the hall.

“Somethin’ funny, doll?” Bucky drawled, and Steve’s grin grew wider.

“Just you,” Steve said, lifting his chin up to where he thought Bucky’s face was.

worth it by wearing_tearing [Stucky, 1k words, Teen]

“What are we doing?”

“We,” Steve wraps his arms around Bucky, hugging him close, “are going on a date.”

🌻 Item One by cheesethesecond [Stucky, 2k words, General]

Bucky was never actually Steve's boyfriend. No one bothers to explain this to Bucky. Bucky acts accordingly.

🌻 Wrapped Up in You by wearing_tearing [Stucky, 700 words, Teen]

“I made you something,” Bucky tells him, and that’s when Steve notices he has both arms behind his back.

“Oh, really?” Steve arches an eyebrow, interested. “I wonder what it is.”

#r's reading log #my reading log #fic rec #stucky #fic recs

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hanavmaki · 3 years

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hi :) so, for the ship ideas thing, would it be okay for me to ask you some yakunoya headcanons? 👉👈 of any kind except angst really, they're a very endearing and cool otp and their dynamic in the manga is just cute with their friendly rivalry and them being on a first name basis, but very few people know them as a pairing so i thought I'd ask!

of course! i love yakunoya and it warms me to know that people love their dynamic too!!

everyone knows the first time they met noya ran off after complimenting yaku, but at the overnight training camp they had more time to talk to each other

at first they were admiring each other while trading technical tips, but on the second night yaku asked if noya wanted to hang out for a while to play video games (yaku and inuoka brought their psp along to play with kenma)

noya of course said yes and their hang out was a little chaotic with noya's enthusiasm, but it wasn't anything yaku couldn't handle

in fact, he found noya's enthusiasm infectious, and his blunt, always well-meaning straightforwardness was funny

at the end of the camp yaku pressed a piece of paper with his number on it into noya's hand when he said goodbye

when noya was back in miyagi, he would text yaku every now and then, especially about volleyball practice, sports, games and food

their texts are filled with supportive and positive messages about the other! and if they were facing any troubles (haha, school) they'd rant about it to each other

yaku tried to help out with noya's homework where he could, being a third year prepping for uni ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧ thank god noya had his help in math and literature (he's sure ennoshita would've killed him otherwise)

noya is super straightforward about his admiration for yaku ❤ i think noya's admiration turns into romantic feelings pretty quickly, but for yaku it was a slow burn where he realised 'why is my heart doing so many flips when he says my smile is the brightest oh,, my,, gOD'

eventually they start video calling each other once a week on night they are free, especially during university

the two of them want to get closer but because they're in different prefectures they don't want to hold the other back from experiencing life so they keep their feelings to themselves (noya is definitely affectionate but he doesn't /confess/)

whenever there's time to leave town for the weekend they visit each other, and watch movies, go to cafes, go skateboarding together

(and they even ended up cuddling in bed at night when they're both really sleepy/ when they've had a couple of drinks)

but it's only when the two of them are more steady in their lives that they start to talk about what they mean to each other and what they want to become

aka give me a fluffy slow burn 90K fic about these two supportive rivals turned friends growing up together & becoming boyfriends (and more!) aaaaa (❁´‿`❁)*✲ﾟ*

send me an otp for more headcanons/ideas!! ( ᵘ ᵕ ᵘ ⁎)

#yakunoya #haikyuu #nishinoya yuu #yaku morisuke #headcanons

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scfttwice · 3 years

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f.a.q.

> in which jina answers and reacts to a few frequently asked questions on vlive.

jina has never really been that active on vlive, especially when it comes to doing solo ones. she knows very well that some of her members, like nayeon, momo, sana, and tzuyu, do them quite often. some surprise onces with a sudden vlive occasionally, like jihyo, dahyun, and chaeyoung. the remaining members, jeongyeon and mina, basically come on vlive once every blue moon. jina would consider herself to be in the same category as jihyo, dahyun, and chaeyoung. don't get her wrong, she loves interacting with her fans, but sometimes schedules get a tad bit too draining, so she can come onto vlive only every so often. it never hurts to pop up in the vlives of the others from time to time, though.

“dahyun-ssi, are you on vlive?” jina asked as she stepped out into the living room of the makane dorm, seeing dahyun sitting at the coffee table with her phone propped up against a potted plant on the table. the older girl pried her eyes away from the thousands of incoming comments on the screen to look at her fellow member. “i am! care to join me?” dahyun invited with a wide smile, jina taking not two seconds to rush across the room and plop down next to dahyun.

she waved to the fans on the other side of the phone screen. “hi, everyone!” she greeted cheerfully, watching as onces spammed the chat to welcome her. she couldn't help but grin at the sight, their fans were always so eager for the girls to do collaborative vlives.

after a moment of looking through the chat section, dahyun read out an english comment. “dahji best girls...ah, thank you, thank you,” she responded also in english, making jina beam with pride. although 'thank you' was such a common and simple phrase, she knew that her unnie's english was improving by the day. “5 tzuyu or 5-year-old tzuyu?” jina read out another comment, giggling softly at the silliness of the question. “i think 5-year-old tzuyu would be cute,” dahyun answered without hesitation and leaned closer towards jina, urging her to give her answer as well. “what about you, jina?”

jina bit the inside of her cheek as she thought it over. “well...5 tzuyu would be fun, but i'll go with 5-year-old tzuyu too. there's only one tzuyu for me,” she answered, but realized too late—only after she had said it—that it sounded much more affectionate than she intended it to. in an instant the vlive comments were flooded by the fans' reactions.

“aww!! tzuna is so cuteee <3”

“TZUNA IS MY OTP”

“tzuna forever wbk”

some of the comments read, making jina slowly shake her head. their fans were really something else. as dahyun laughed in amusement next to her, she thumped her head down onto the table to hide her embarrassment. “i regret coming here,” she muttered with a groan.

“i think that's enough of teasing our maknae,” nayeon remarked as she walked into the room and took a seat on the couch behind the two younger girls. “even though she fully deserves it,” she added quietly, masking it with a cough. “you guys are evil,” jina grumbled, before she lifted her head to shoot a glare in nayeon's way. the oldest member gave her a smile of feigned innocence in return.

the vlive of two became one of three when nayeon joined them. for a while, the girls seemed to have forgotten that they were live, as they got lost in a conversation among themselves. jina was pulled back to their audience when nayeon read out a comment.

“is it one butt or two butts?” the fan asked.

“what a weird question. of course there are two butts,” nayeon answered without much thought, as if it was the most obvious fact known to man. “what? no way,” jina disagreed. “it's one butt, but two butt cheeks.”

nayeon looked at her in disgust, and dahyun couldn't help but laugh as she witnessed the debate between the unnie and the maknae.

“doesn't that just mean it's two butts then?” nayeon disputed.

“no, collectively it's one butt. like how we have one nose but two nostrils,” jina rebutted.

“well what if it's two butts but one butthole?”

“that— that doesn't even make any sense?!”

jina and nayeon's debate went on for a little while more, until jihyo came in to join them. “what's nayeon and jina arguing about now?” she asked dahyun after sitting down on the couch next to nayeon. “the one butt or two butts question,” dahyun answered. “nayeon-unnie is being illogical,” jina complained to jihyo, earning herself a glare from nayeon. “jina is the one who's saying it's one instead of two! what do you think, jihyo?”

jihyo laughed and held both her hands up. “i don't want to be a part of this,” she said dismissively. “how about we just agree to disagree?” dahyun suggested in an attempt to achieve peace. nayeon was the first to comply, crossing her arms over her chest. “fine, but i still think i'm right,” she huffed, and jina stuck her tongue out at her. “ah, it almost feels like we have four maknaes,” jihyo joked.

nayeon left to head back to her own dorm soon after, leaving the three of them to do the vlive. “next comeback spoiler?” jihyo read out a comment. “a spoiler for our next comeback is that it's going to be amazing, so please give it lots of love once it comes out,” jina quickly answered with a proud smile and throwing in a wink at the end, making dahyun and jihyo burst out laughing. “smooth,” jihyo complimented. “but it's true. whatever we release, we worked hard on it with lots of love, so please show us love in return!”

among the comments of dissatisfied fans still wanting a spoiler from the girls, jina found an english comment. “please make a heart,” she read out, before making a heart with her hands. jihyo and dahyun, who had previously busied themselves with a conversation regarding their schedules, saw jina and decided to join in. the two of them held up half a hand heart each and connected them together.

nearing the end of the vlive, jihyo had left, and it was back to being just dahyun and jina. the two were mostly quiet then, just reading the comments from their viewers while one of their song's, like a fool, played on jina's phone in the background, and responding to only certain comments every now and then. jina ignored the ones asking her about her relationship with wayv's lucas—ever since a huge dating rumor about them broke out, it's been difficult for fans to believe that they're only best friends, and jina had grown tired of it at that point.

she also scrolled past any comments that were demanding to see the other members, having had seen too many of them before on her own previous vlive's. she didn't understand why the viewers couldn't just be grateful with whoever it was on the screen, or couldn't just leave the live if it wasn't done by their favorite member, rather than say such hurtful things. it was always “where's sana?” or “call nayeon” or “i want to see mina”, and sometimes, it made jina think, “am i not enough for them?”

when jina began noticing some comments in the chat section that were a bit too aggressive and/or rude for her liking, she gently tapped dahyun's leg under the table. the older girl turned to face the younger, who gave her a look that she understood well.

“once,” dahyun called out to gain the attention of their fans. “i think it's time for us to say goodbye for today. thank you for being with us for a while. and sorry we didn't really do anything fun.”

“we've been missing you guys a lot lately, so that's why some members would randomly go on vlive. and because we missed you, it was nice to hang out like this,” jina continued. “take care and goodbye!” the two girls waved goodbye and briefly scanned through the chat as their fans also bid them farewell, before dahyun pressed on the icon to end the call.

jina leaned back against the couch once the phone screen turned black, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “some of them can be too much sometimes.” dahyun shot her a sympathetic look, knowing what jina meant and understanding the draining feeling. “i know...but it's okay. there are still plenty of them who aren't like that,” she reassured. jina smiled weakly and nodded.

“yeah, there are still plenty of them who make it all worth it.”

moral of the story: be watchful of what you say to idols on vlive.

don't ask me what everyone is doing in the maknae dorm.

also this was actually the first scenario i've ever written for this au, so i was conflicted over posting it or not. it's here now though so i'm sorry if it's bad.

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starlightrows · 3 years

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Exactly The Way You Are

Pairing: Modern!Boba Fett x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: EXPLICIT self body shaming, potential body dysmorphia, hurt/comfort, body worship, oral (f receiving), soft!Boba

Summary: You’re feeling insecure about your body and start changing how you dress in attempt to hide from your negative feelings. Boba is not having any of it.

AN: Requested by @otp-lovers

Every single one of you is beautiful, exactly the way you are

Early spring is not usually the optimal time for spending the day at the beach. It’s still too cold to swim, and at times too cloudy to tan. But if you’re heading to the coast to enjoy some fresh air, listen to the waves crash on the beach, and enjoy a bowl of clam chowder it’s perfect! You and two of your girl friends decided to drive out for the day to get some lunch, take a nice long walk and catch up on life. Normally you would have liked to do a day trip like this in the company of your boyfriend Boba, but he’s been exceptionally busy with work the last couple days.

“You’re tempting me to play hooky and just go with you in that sundress baby,” he pauses by the door taking the time to rake his eyes over your form.

“You could, I don’t think the girls would mind,” you smile sweetly batting your eyelashes for him knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to say yes. You just wanted to tease him. He groans in response, but shakes his head, also knowing he is not at liberty to accept your offer. So instead he tells you to go enjoy yourself, say hello to your friends for him.

The drive down to the coast is pleasant with good music, your friends singing and talking and laughing, and the weather is actually even nicer than you expected. And there isn’t even a line to get into your favorite restaurant in the area. After a lovely lunch you and your friends take off your shoes and walk down the beach to dip your toes in the water.

There are a couple groups of people sunbathing, children splashing in the water, playing volleyball. It’s like summer has come early, you almost wish you’d worn your swimsuit. You and your friends decide to kick off your shoes and wade in the water a bit and take some pictures together. Another group of girls a little ways down the beach also taking pictures and laughing approach your group asking if one of you would be willing to take some group pictures on them, and that they would be happy to return the favor.

As your friend took one of the girls phones to take some nice group pictures, you stand off to the side and can’t help but stare. These girls all have gorgeous hair, long sleek legs, flat tummies with belly rings, and perky full breasts. Not a blemish on their perfectly tanned skin, though you suspected their tans may be less than authentic given the current time of year. Still you couldn’t help comparing yourself, you felt a bit pudgy in your sundress wishing you had ordered something lighter for lunch, and mentally cursing the wind for blowing your dress around you and making you look bigger and more awkward as opposed to windswept and attractive like these girls. You think about the upcoming summer, and your collection of swimsuits at home… true they’re pretty and comfortable but you wish you could wear and feel confident in the kind of swimsuits these girls are wearing.

The other group of girls finished up their pictures and you tried your best to appear confident and unbothered when they turned the camera on you and your friends. You didn’t want to bring down the mood, so you plastered on a smile and tried to laugh along with your friends for the remainder of the trip.

After dropping off your friends you head home, anxious to take a shower and get the sand off of your body. Unfortunately you knew Boba would not be home until very late, so it would just be you for a bit. Oh well, that just means watching whatever you want on tv with no complaint. You shower and wash your hair, taking your time to fully feel clean. Stepping out of the shower and ringing out your hair, you feel a lot better now that there wasn’t sad in places it should not be.

You cross into the bedroom and slip one of your favorite nighties on to relax for the evening, but when you turn around and catch sight of yourself in the full length mirror you stop and stare at your reflection. You frowned at yourself, turning to your side to catch a glimpse of your profile and finding it no better in your opinion. You turn away from yourself and remove the nighty tossing it unceremoniously onto the chair at your vanity table. Instead you dig out an oversized t-shirt and a pair of Boba’s sweatpants. You look back at yourself in the mirror and shrug your shoulders… good enough… before heading back out into the living room to put on some mindless tv and waste time on instagram and tik tok.

That was a horrible idea. You spent hours down the social media spiral, looking at pictures and videos of seemingly perfect people with perfect lives and perfect bodies that always seemed to know the perfect thing to say. It made you sick to your stomach. Eventually you fall asleep laying on the couch with the tv still playing. By the time Boba gets home you’re lightly snoring and your arm is hanging off the side of the couch. He chuckles at finding you in such a disheveled state, but takes care to carefully lift you up off the couch and carry you to bed.

In the morning you wake up to the sounds of him moving around in the bedroom, though he is trying very hard to be quiet and not wake you up. He notices you stirring and returns to the bed to sit next to you. He’s fully dressed, ready to head out again.

“Hey,” he whispers, stroking your hair. You smile sleepily at him, and mumble some kind of greeting. “I’m just about to head out. I’ll be home late again tonight, try to go to bed before you pass out on the couch,” he teases. You scrunch up your nose and nuzzle your cheek into his hand.

He leans down and gives you a kiss on the forehead, “Only a couple more days of these long shifts baby. You’ll have me all to yourself again come this weekend,”

“Good,” you murmur “I don’t like going to bed by myself,”

He chuckles again, and gives your three more little kisses before saying goodbye and leaving the bedroom. It’s still pretty early and you went to bed very late last night, so you rolled over and went back to sleep for another hour or two. When you do get up to start your day, you find that your closet full of dresses, skirts, and generally fun cute outfits does not bring you the usual joy of picking out one to wear. The thought of showing off your figure makes you feel anxious and unwell, so instead you opt for a pair of comfortable joggers and another baggy t-shirt.

The day passes by slowly going about your errands and daily chores getting less work done than you would have liked. You feel a little blah, and just can’t seem to shake off the brain fog that’s plaguing you. You eat dinner by yourself, and turn in early for the night once again wearing Boba’s clothes that are far too big for you. He likes it when you wear them anyway. At some point in the night, Boba comes home and happily slides into bed next to you to catch what little sleep he can before getting up for an early start once more. This time he’s already gone when you wake up, but you can tell he’s been around. His clothes are in the laundry basket, and there’s a coffee cup in the sink.

To your delight, there is another cup of coffee poured sitting in the refrigerator chilling. You happily mix in ice and creamer, thinking about how lucky you are to have a boyfriend that takes that extra step for you. One of his many little ways to let you know he loves you. It lifts your spirits a bit, but not enough to shake you from standing naked in front of your closet glaring at your clothes. They offend your eyes, and make you long for things you shouldn’t. So you settle for another haphazard outfit that hides your figure, and dampens your mood.

The day passes you by though you are able to be a least a little more productive than yesterday. You start the laundry, and wash the dishes. Call to reschedule your dentist appointment, and even get in a couple hours of actual work for your job. But this looming cloud of distraction and general sadness prevails, and you don’t get to many of the other things on your list for the day. As you get ready for bed, wearing Boba’s clothes for the third night in a row you took comfort in the knowledge that tomorrow when you woke up, Boba would be there and he would not have to go to work. Surely that would make you feel better.

In the morning you happily roll over and cuddle into Boba’s warm chest. You had made a reservation for the two of you to go to brunch, but that isn’t until 10:30am so that leaves plenty of time to snuggle. Lazy kisses and whispered good mornings shared across the pillows and under the sheets. Eventually though you do both get up and get ready to go out for the day. You choose a pair of jeans and a nice-ish t-shirt that you tuck in, you feel a little better than you have the last few days and take the time to do your hair and makeup.

Boba turns when he hears you coming towards the living room, and he has to put in real effort not to let his face show his concern when he observes your somewhat drab outfit you’ve chosen. You never give up an opportunity to get dressed up cute, especially when he’s taking you out on a date.

“Is that my shirt?” he asks, extending a hand out for you to take, you accept his hand but feel your anxiety rising in your throat and burning your cheeks.

“Yeah… I’m sorry, I can put on one of mine if it bothers you,” you drop your gaze and shift uncomfortably. Boba is unsure of what to make of this, so he proceeds cautiously.

“Hm… how about that blue dress? The navy one you like so much,” he suggests running his thumbs over your knuckles and swinging your arm just a little to get your attention. But you keep your gaze fixed on his shoes, and give your head a little shake.

“I… don’t want to wear that one today,” you say, pulling your hand away. Now he’s really concerned, you were fine when you woke up this morning, what changed.

“Sweetheart you love that dress, what’s wrong?” he asks

“It’s nothing I just… I just don’t feel particularly dressy at the moment” you admit, rubbing your arm and still making every effort not to look at him.

“And why’s that?” he catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him “Come on kitten, there are no secrets between us,”

Your lip quivers a bit, you don’t want to verbalize what’s been bothering you. But his eyes are so tender and concerned, and his grip on your chin is insistent and firm. So you relent.

“I spent too long on instagram looking at influencers and celebrities, and me and the girls took some pictures for another group of girls at the beach the other day. They were all so beautiful with their flat stomachs, perfect tans, and full breasts. I’m sure they work hard to look that way, and I’m sure they have their own insecurities, but I look at them and I think… why can’t I look like that?”

“I don’t want you to look like them” he says

“What?” you jerk your head back just a little and look up at him.

“I don’t want you to look like anyone else in the world, I want you to look like you. Exactly the way you are” he slides his hands under your shirt, pulling it out from where its been tucked into your jeans, settling on your hips. He takes a step closer and dips his head down to kiss each of your cheeks.

“I want you to wear whatever clothes you like, especially the sweet little dresses I know you love so much,” be begins pressing kisses down your neck, and sliding his hands down over your ass. “I want you to know that you’re my girl. My absolutely gorgeous, perfect girl”

He’s leading you back into the bedroom, walking you backwards slowly and carefully, whispering praises into the skin of your neck between hot kisses. The backs of your knees hit the edge of bed, and you lower yourself down onto it.

Your hands rest on his sides smoothing over his soft tummy through his shirt, you think about his body. It doesn’t fit society's view of an ideal man, not overly muscled, spray tanned and polished. In the same way you’re not like the models and celebrities you’d been comparing yourself to.

He pushes you down by the shoulder, coaxing you to lay down as he runs his big hands up and down your sides, dipping down under your shirt and reaching up to palm your breasts. His rough thumbs brush over the quickly stiffening peaks of your nipples. His lips drag over your jaw and you moan at his ministrations.

“Babe,” you manage to get out, “we’re gonna miss our reservations,”

He releases his hold on your nipples, and strips off your shirt. He hikes you up higher on the bed, and captures your lips in an insistent kiss.

“Don’t care,” he growls, “this is more important,” he licks a stripe from your chin all the way down your neck and sucks a mark between your breasts. His fingers work to rid you of your bra. When it’s been discarded somewhere into the room, he turns his attention back to your nipples and takes one into his mouth and suckles on it, rolling the other between his fingers. Your soft moans and wandering hands encourage him, and he switches to your other nipple.

After a minute or two he releases your nipple from his mouth, and comes back up to recapture your lips. His hands trail down, fingers dipping into the waistline of your jeans. He breaks the kiss, as he undoes the button and zipper of your jeans pulling them down slowly over your ass. You kick them the rest of the way off and spread your legs a bit so he can settle comfortably between them.

“Your cute little dresses usually make this a lot faster, princess. But I don’t mind taking my time,” he rasps. Your breath hitches as he slides your panties down, and drops his head down in between your thighs. His breath ghosts over your core, already beginning to get a bit wet in anticipation. His hands rub up and down the outsides of your thighs as he begins peppering gentle kisses over the soft skin of your inner thighs. Climbing higher and higher until he reaches your lower lips.

Without warning his tongue darts out and splits your lips, licking a broad stripe up from the bottom and stopping at your clit to latch on and begin sucking. His tongue continues prodding in and out as he devours your wet cunt. His hands cup your ass and squeeze, pulling you apart further. Your chest is heaving and your mind feels like it’s narrowing in on the building feeling of your impending orgasm.

“Boba,” you gasp out “I-- I’m gonna cum… I-”

He doesn't answer in words, he growls into your aching cunt and moves his tongue faster to get you over the edge. Your orgasm is blinding in its intensity, sending your mind reeling as your choke out strangled cries of pleasure. As you’re coming down from your high, Boba releases your swollen clit from his lips and kisses his way back up to you, dragging his hands up with him. He whispers the sweetest words into your skin.

“Mmm you’re my girl. My sweet, perfect girl. I’ll spend the rest of my days showing you how perfect you truly are,”

#Star Wars #Boba Fett #Boba Fett x reader #boba fett x female reader #Modern!Boba Fett #Modern!Boba Fett x reader #Fic Request

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deity-prompts · 4 years

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do you have some hurt/comfort prompts? i love your ideas, they always inspire me 💓

Thank you very much! You ask and I will always provide

Otp Hurt / Comfort Prompts

Prompts:

A is emotionally fragile but holding it together. After being strong for a long time, they finally break down at a scene from a movie. B comes home to find them as a sobbing mess.

A and B are in some sort of life threatening situation. They narrowly escape and manage to catch their breath. This is when they notice the blood stating to seep out of A’s stomach.

A gets an injury but refuses to acknowledge it. They stubbornly continue to live their life with the injury (and with B constantly telling them to get help). Finally, A admits they need to get help (maybe because they collapse in pain or because B forces them to get help).

A is taking care of an injured B. They’re scolding them about how reckless they were being and how they could’ve gotten themself killed but it’s clear that A is panicked and fumbling and scared for B who can just watch A fall apart while A heals them.

After acting happy and okay all day, A is haunted by vicious nightmares all night. B doesn’t know what to do and in a panic wakes them up and holds them close.

A is hurt and quickly dying. They call B and asks how their day was. B excitedly tells A a story as A slowly bleeds out. A ends the call with a final goodbye, happy to die listening to B’s happy voice.

A is involved in some sort of accident. B finds out and rushes to the scene, calling A frantically. A doesn’t pickup, so B leaves A a series of voicemails as they race to the scene of A’s accident.

A and B are out driving when they accidentally hit a stray dog. Heartbroken and upset, they bury the dog and hold a funeral.

A is dying and calls B to say goodbye. B doesn’t answer, so A has to leave them a voicemail saying the last things they want to say.

A finds B outside A’s house in the rain, shaking and sobbing. B can barely speak so A takes them inside and takes care of them. (Bonus points if A sits in the rain with B, gently comforting and distracting them).

Oneliners:

“Can you come and get me right now . . . please?”

“I’m at the hospital”

“I don’t know why I’m crying I-I’m sorry”

“It’s just a scratch!” “Oh no that is not just a scratch. You’re bleeding like Carrie White!”

“Sing with me. The song will calm you down”

“Hey hey it’s okay. It was just a nightmare. I’ve got you now- your dreams can’t hurt you”

“Hold my hand as tight as you need to”

“I’m here for you, okay? And I’m never going to leave”

“Not to alarm you but uh- . . . I’m kind of bleeding”

“Look at me okay? Don’t take your eyes off of me. You’re going to be find, yeah? You’re gonna be fine”

“Just hold me”

As always, let me know if you want me to expand on this list :)

Leave requests for other oneliners / prompts!

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damnzawa · 4 years

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FIVE TIMES — A. SHOUTA

Summary : Five times the staff of U.A. and Class 1-A tried to get the two of you together but then realized you were together all along.

Warning(s): Immense fluff! Also tiny-weeny bit of smut.

The First Time: The time 1-A started shipping the two of you together

"Today we will be joining by the pro-hero H/n to help you learn more about tactics and planning." Aizawa stated in his usual monotone voice as he motioned for you to go in. You walked to the podium with a smile as you saw the faces of the students of 1-A upon hearing and seeing that you were here. It amazed you that Aizawa didn't even expel someone this year, they must be one hell of a bunch if that's the case. "You can ask her any questions within reason. Be quick." Rolling your eyes at Aizawa, you placed a hand on your hip as you looked at him.

"At least act like you're glad to work with me, Eraserhead." You pouted. "Anyways, I'm the pro-hero H/n! My name is L/n Y/n and I look forward to working with you guys! Especially since you're like the only class he hadn't expelled anyone." You snickered at the end, eyeing Aizawa from the corner of your eye. His left eye twitched as he shot you a glare which was a signal that you should just fucking continue.

"Any questions?" As soon as the words left your mouth almost all of the hands of the students shot up. You gladly answered all the questions they have for you like: what's your quirk, does it have drawbacks, what's it like to work with all might and yadda yadda yadda. For the last question, you pointed to a girl with pink skin and horns coming out of her head.

"Are you single?" If you were new to the hero scene, you would have certainly be flustered as hell but fortunately, you had been asked this question tons of times especially since you are a female hero. You nodded your head as Aizawa scolded Ashido—that was her last name—telling her that it was your personal business and that she shouldn't be nosy on other people's lives. You waved dismissively at Aizawa and told the class that you were used to questions like that so it doesn't bother you anymore that much.

"Well, okay then!" You clapped. "Get into your hero costumes and we'll be waiting for you on the training grounds!" You smiled as you ushered Aizawa outside the room, 1-A curiously staring at the way the two of you interact.

Their teacher doesn't seem to react like he usually does around you, he was even going with the flow of your antics, he even flicked your forehead at one point with a smirk! And what the fuck—was that a small smile, they saw? They were clearly confused about how the fuck did you have that kind of effect on him. Even Present Mic wouldn't get that reaction from him so what made you any different?

"Ms. L/n and Mr. Aizawa looks cute together." And with those words that came from Uraraka's mouth, 1-A's surprised looks—not all of them were surprised nor spared a glance at their teachers interacting—were replaced with knowing ones as they looked at each other clearly knowing what to do.

"I oppose to this, as Mr. Aizawa said—" But even with Iida scolding them they just continued with their plan anyway. Surprisingly Yaoyaorozu even put opinions on the plan with Todoroki nodding every once in a while, agreeing with her.

"Hurry up, future heroes! We don't have all day!" You exclaimed as you noticed that they were still in the room making Aizawa sigh. The students fastened their pace as they went to the changing rooms, after quickly agreeing to the plan.

"Hey Ms. L/n. Mr. Aizawa is super manly right?" Kirishima suddenly said to you once Aizawa took on the students as the 'villain' for the training they had for today. You looked over to Aizawa and immediately agreed with Kirishima. Not only manly with his looks, Aizawa was also manly when it comes to his personality. He was selfless, kind and passionate about what he was doing. He was so goddamn manly alright.

You hummed in agreement as your attention went from Aizawa to Kirishima who had a strange look on his face. "It's a shame though. Someone manly as Mr. Aizawa is single." You raised a brow at his statement. What was he implying?

"I'm sure Shouta will find love when we wants to. Though i'm sure the day he wants to find love is the day he wants to die." You giggled at your statement as Kirishima mentally face-palmed. Did you not get what he meant by that? For a hero, that went over your head quickly which surprised him.

"Maybe Mr. Aizawa needs someone to show him love if that's the case then." You smiled at the statement, clearly sensing the concern his student has for his teacher. Although he was pushing this topic, you didn't mind. He was true, Aizawa needs someone to show his hard ass some fucking love every once in a while.

"I'm sure he'll find that someone soon enough. Though i'm under the impression that he'll end up with Present Mic." Kirishima couldn't help but laugh at your statement. It was quite true though, at first the whole class 1-A thought that Aizawa was hella gay for Yamada. His laugh caught the eye of Aizawa who just shot you a look of disapproval, to which you just shrugged.

Kirishima excused himself from the heroine then walked towards his friends as he shook his head. The group frowned at the signal and just waited for their turn to take on Mr. Aizawa.

The Second Time: Yamada and Nemuri's great plan

"You should really take care of yourself Shouta." You nagged, Shouta just grunting and groaning at your nagging. "Don't grunt at me mister, you can't live on jelly packs forever!"

The duo watched as the of you bickered back and forth about you being a hypocrite as you were living on coffee all the fucking time and you defending yourself from him everytime. If a stranger came in through the door they would've guessed that the two of you are an old married couple fighting over each other's well being.

"Can you two fucking stop and just fuck already? The tension around you is very fucking high." Kayama intervened making the two of them abruptly stop. Aizawa shot Kayama a death glare while you blushed, quickly looking away so that they would not notice it but it was too late though, Hizashi saw and smirked.

Though Kayama used the wrong choice of words, there was indeed a tension around the two of you that they couldn't exactly pinpoint. They were tired of the said tension and just want their otp to be together forever and ever.

"Shut up, Nemuri. We're just friends! Friends that are looking out for each other!" You defended yourself earning an 'are-you-fucking-kidding-me' look from both Hizashi and Kayama. Are you that fucking dense? With you they never know.

"Yeah, yeah and i'm not loud all the fucking time. Sure Y/n." Hizashi stated earning a deadpanned look from Aizawa who decided not to say something because he knows this conversation will just get longer if he did and he wasn't exactly in the mood for that.

"Again, shut up the both of you." You groaned as you retreated back to your desk that was just beside Toshinori's who shot you a knowing look which you just dismissed. Of course Toshinori just had to look at you like that. He knows something they clearly don't and knows that someday you will have to tell them and you didn't want that someday to be today so you just plastered on a look that says 'No-Toshinori-Just-Shut-Up' which made him focus on his computer.

Kayama and Hizashi glanced at each other before walking towards you. You already know they had something planned when they approached you, their faces filled with mischief.

"... What do you want now?" You sighed through your nose. "Well, we were planning to go out for drinks later. Want to come? Shouta will come too, right Shouta?"

"No." Aizawa declined quickly upon hearing their preposition. Aizawa even though declining knew that Kayama and Hizashi wasn't gonna let him slide away that quickly. Just the thought of drunk Hizashi and Kayama made his head hurt.

"See? Shouta is coming! So what do you say?" Seeing as there was no way you were gonna avoid this, you just nodded and told them to go away quickly returning to your work. You really don't want to go but it was Hizashi and Kayama we're talking about.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! We're gonna have some fun later!"

—

"What happened to 'Hey! Hey! Hey! We're gonna have some fun later?'" You mocked Hizashi as you stood outside the restaurant with Aizawa waiting for the two that had just announced that they couldn't make it because of something with the school—which was obviously a fucking lie.

Aizawa—who was clearly not in a good mood—grunted and left without a word, leaving you there on the side walk alone. If he had been in a good mood he would've invited you inside to eat together and maybe even chuckle at your poor attempt at mocking Hizashi's voice but no that wasn't the case and instead he left you there with a fucking frown on your face. What a fucking gentleman, Aizawa is.

"He's so grumpy especially when he got no sleep." You pouted, taking your phone out and quickly plugging it into your headphones. "What an old man. He didn't even say goodbye nor walk me home." You mumbled as you started walking to the direction of your home after pressing on your go to playlist.

As 'The Ballad of Mona Lisa' by Panic! at the Disco came on, you smiled. This was a playlist that you made back for your 'emo phase' which Aizawa surprisingly liked. You weren't surprised though as he looked emo 24/7.

From behind the bushes on the other side of the road, the pair watched what happened and groaned. "'This will definitely work out' you said. Look genius, did it work out? No."

"It wasn't my fault they didn't take the bait! Don't blame me all for it Nemuri! Blame them too for being so fucking oblivious to their own fucking feelings!" And with that they continued to bicker like siblings, earning the attention of passersby. They didn't care though—when did they really care?

"Midnight? Present Mic? What are you doing over here?" Their bickering caught the attention of Iida, Midoriya and Uraraka as they walked to the station, clearly they weren't surprised that they were so fucking loud in the middle of the street because that's Present Mic and Midnight for you but they were confused as to why they were squabbling behind the bushes. Bushes, of all places.

"Nothing! We weren't spying or anything! Hehe..." Hizashi 'defended' making it look more obvious than it really is. The trio blinked at his statement, pros are like this these days? Geez.

"Fine! We were spying!" Hizashi gave in to the looks that were thrown at him by the dekusquad, them making a mental note to not say anything crucial to Hizashi fearing that he has loose lips. (He does have loose lips.)

"Who are you spying on? Was it Ms. L/n and Mr. Aizawa? We saw them on the way here but noticed that they went on their separate ways quickly." Uraraka stated. "Oh! Were they on a date?"

"Did our plan work?!" Midoriya exclaimed catching the attention of the two pro-heroes. Did 1-A ship the two of you too? They even planned something before the two of them! Damn, kids nowadays. They move fast.

"You guys had a plan too?" Hizashi asked and with that the two parties decided to do something for the two completely oblivious people in their lives.

The Third Time: In which 1-A, Hizashi and Kayama joined forces

"Goodbye Eraserhead!" Hizashi practically pushed Aizawa out the door as Midnight emerged from the other door minutes after. Most of 1-A were curious and confused as to why two pro-heroes were here for English but they just guessed that even Present Mic can have problems with English too.

"Alright, today we are gonna be joined by pro hero Midnight because we all have important matters to discuss." Hizashi stated slowly as a grin began to grow on his face. "We are gonna plan how Y/n and Shouta will confess to each other! Yeah!" Almost all of the students cheered because their teachers also shipped the two of them—and partially because no english yey—while some of them sighed asking themselves that this was important than english? They just went with the flow anyway, couldn't hurt to skip one lesson right?

"Now do you guys have suggestions?" Immediately upon asking that dozens of hands shot up, the faces of the students eager to share what they want to suggest. Yaoyorozu even raised her hand which was hella surprising.

"I suggest that they should just confess but in a manly way!" Kirishima's answer was broad yes but it gave Ashido an idea. "Oh! Maybe trap them in a room until they manly confess to each other!" Kirishima and Ashido high fived after, happy about their suggestion.

"Just fucking send them on a mission to kill each other—" Before Bakugo could even finish his suggestion, Aoyama cut in flashing his signature weird pose. "Bonjour! I suggest that we send them on a vacation, to France!"

"Bakugo's suggestion is too violent and Aoyama's is too expensive." Asui pointed out the obvious, her tongue sticking out from her mouth.

"Shut up Frogface! I wasn't asking your fucking opinion!" Bakugo responded to the future frog hero. They were surprised that Bakugo even threw in his suggestion in the first place—even though it was violent—let alone be annoyed at Asui's opinion.

"Make Mr. Aizawa or Ms. L/n jealous!" Cliché but there was a chance it could work. Sero hummed in agreement with Kaminari. It worked with some movies so it should work with them right?

Meanwhile Uraraka, Iida and Midoriya were brainstorming, not listening to what others were suggesting and asking Yaoyorozu and Todoroki for their opinions about what they have thought about. Once they've got the go signal for them to share their suggestion, Iida raised his hand and stood up. "I suggest that a certain student should use his quirk on them." Iida adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose as Kayama asked who the student was. "Shinsou Hitoshi."

"We could brainwash the other to confess to the other one! Nice!" Hizashi exclaimed giving Iida is signature finger guns. "Any other suggestions?" Tons of other ideas came around until they reached the decision by the end of the class.

"Well then, it's settled! We move after lunch!" And with that Hizashi and Kayama left, the students clearly excited about what's to come. Would they plan succeed? Only a few more hours to find out.

—

"Shinsou! Shinsou!" Midoriya called out to Shinsou who he luckily spotted walking towards Lunch Rush. The boy turned around and was shocked to even see not only Midoriya but almost all of Class 1-A running after him which made him tilt his head to the side. Why were they after him?

"Shinsou, we need you for something." Iida quickly explained what they needed him for catching him off guard as he smirked. Were they really that oblivious to the situation that they've gone such long heights just for the two of you? Well since Shinsou doesn't have anything to do anyways he decided to agree, at least this was gonna be fun.

"Sure. Where are they?" Shinsou asked, 1-A quickly and gladly giving him the information he needed.

They waved at Shinsou as they watched his back go further and further away. Kaminari wiped a non-existant tear on his face, "Damn. He's braver than the marines."

"He really is."

Shinsou took no time in finding you and Shouta since the two of you were together anyways. Shinsou understood why 1-A wanted the two of you together because damn you looked cute together. You and Aizawa could be that crime fighting couple that make the villains tremble with fear. The two of you would kick a lot of ass and take a lot of names together especially with your quirk.

"Good afternoon Ms. L/n and Mr. Aizawa." Shinsou greeted the both of you cutting yours and Aizawa's conversation short. "Can I excuse Ms. L/n for a while, sir?" Aizawa was confused as to why his student approached them and he grew even more confused when he asked him that. Aizawa nodded weakly as he watched Shinsou and you talk from afar. He noticed the way you interact with the kid and vice versa but failed to notice Shinsou using his quirk on Y/n.

"Goodbye, Ms. L/n." And with that Shinsou left, not wanting to see his mentor's reaction when he finds out that he used his quirk on Y/n. Shinsou knew his mentor would be furious but it's all gonna be worth it.

Class 1-A though wanted to see both of your reactions as they hid behind the two of them. This was finally it, they could feel it. Finally the day came where they were gonna see their otp come true. They waited in anticipation as you walked back to Aizawa.

"Hey Shouta, want to go out sometime?" And with that the effect of Shinsou's quirk vanished, leaving you confused. What the actual fuck happened?

"Wait—what? What happened?" You blinked as Aizawa sighed, clearly knowing what happened to you.

"Shinsou used his quirk on you." Aizawa sighed as he rubbed his temples. "Hurry up. We don't want to waste time." Aizawa said as he walked away, leaving you there. Clearly someone is grumpy today too.

"Wha—Hey Shouta! Wait for me, you old man!" You caught up to him quickly as you resumed your previous conversation.

1-A's hopeful looks were replaced with disappointed ones. Time for Plan B then.

The Fourth Time: Plan B a.k.a lock them in a room and hope that Shouta doesn't kill his students, Hizashi and Kayama

"Shouta! Shouta! We need you for something!" Hizashi screamed at Aizawa who just woke up from his nap. Rubbing his eyes, Aizawa let out an irritated sigh. What could they possibly want right now? It was too early for this bullshit. (Although it was past noon. But still, early for Shouta.)

"What is it, Yamada?" He asked, his usual monotone voice had a hint of irritation in it. "Well, Bakugo and Midoriya—" Aizawa paid no mind in letting Hizashi finish as the two names of those trouble makers were stated. He got up as Hizashi accompanied him to where the trouble was happening.

"Damn those problem children." Aizawa muttered under his breath. Just how many times do they have to fucking fight? Did they not learn after the last one? If that's the case then he got to drill it to their mind then.

"Where is it Hizashi?" He turned to face Hizashi who was now missing from his spot next to Aizawa. Aizawa looked around for any signs of Hizashi but found none, when did he disappear?

Aizawa sighed then decided to just walk back to the teacher's lounge. If this was a prank then he wasn't having any of it. He just wasted time and instead could've get grading done. Hizashi was gonna get it later.

Before he could even leave a force pushed him back to a dark room. He didn't expect that to happen. Was it a villain attack? He furrowed his eyebrows, no it's not a villain attack. If it was the alarms could've rang off. But what if they have a quirk that can silence the alarms? No, they have Present Mic he could've easily be the alarm.

So what was happening?

"Hey man, whoever the fuck you are. Can you like move? You're in my personal space." An oh so familiar voice told him making him sigh. Of course, it was another one of Hizashi's poor attempts on getting the two of them together. "Wait, I know that sigh." You stated before calling out to him. "Shouta? What are you doing here?"

"Since when were you trapped in here, Y/n?" Aizawa ignored your previous question as he searched for the light switch. You could've been there for like minutes before hin right?

"To be honest, I don't know how long i've been here for." This made Aizawa raise an eyebrow at her, if there had been a light you would've hit him in the shoulder already but thankfully there wasn't. He kept fucking searching for the light switch until he found one which was near the fucking door like all light switches were. When they finally had light they realized where they were.

A janitor's closet. Great, just so great. This was so clichè.

"Why didn't you use your quirk then?" You opened your mouth to defend yourself but closed it quickly. "Well... hehehe."

"You took a nap here didn't you." You scratched the back of your neck as you smiled sheepishly at Aizawa. It was true, you had infact taken a nap in the janitor's closet but in your defense you were so tired from the heroics class—you were used as the human punching bag—and was in desperate need of refulling your lost energy. So who could blame you for doing that?

"I was tired, ok. My eyes closed before I could even process it being closed!"

Aizawa let out a tch. You were an adult goddmanit. So why were you doing things like this?

"I'm kicking the door down." Aizawa stated before looking at you who already had your eyes closed. "Y/n."

"You go, do you." You stiffled a yawn with the back of your hand. "That nap still wasn't enough." You layed back down, exhaustion evident on your pretty face. Aizawa looked at you before deciding to lay down beside you and grunt at the lack of space.

"Wha—What are you doing?"

"Move. You're squishing me." You complied deciding not to protest. Good thing you both don't have classes to teach that afternoon or else you both would've been screwed.

Aizawa made himself comfortable beside you and instinctively wrapped a protective arm around you making you blush and scoot closer to him. He was radiating a nice warmth and had an aura of protectiveness around him which made you feel at home as you closed your eyes.

"I though you were going to kick down the door?" You lightly snickered at the end of your statement.

"I got tired." Of course, he was always tired anyways. After a few minutes of silence, you let the darkness envelop you in a welcoming hug and with that, the both of you fell asleep on each other's arms. Clearly not knowing about the crowd that was on the other side of the door, listening to everything they say.

"Do you hear anything Jirou?" She shooked her head as an answer. "Let's wait a few more minutes then." The few more minutes turned into a few hours as they all began to worry.

"Are they dead?" Kaminari asked from the back. 1-A's eyes widened as they realized Kaminari could be right. The both of you could've suffocated in there but wouldn't Aizawa get the both of you out minutes after being locked in there?

"Maybe they're having some fun!" Kayama exclaimed making their worried faces turn into disgust. If they were 'having some fun' they would've heard especially with a quirk like Jirou's.

"Let's just break them out and hope that Shouta would not kill us." And with that they opened the lock, only to reveal a sleeping you with Aizawa. Your legs were tangled together as you laid your head on his chest, both of you breathing evenly. They all let out a sigh of relief that the both of you didn't die—and because Aizawa wouldn't kill them instantly on the spot—and let the two of you be with frowns plastered on their faces after taking a few (hundred) pictures of course.

They were confused. How the fuck did that not work? It was perfect! Well, atleast for them. They failed once again but that doesnmt mean that they'll give up that easily! It's time to move to Plan C and they know the perfect person for the job.

The Fifth Time: Make Aizawa jealous

"Thank you for doing this Tensei." You thanked Iida as you wheeled him towards 1-A's heroic's class. "It really means so much to me, to us."

"Nah, it's no problem! I wanted to see Tenya in action and U.A. Feels nostalgic, you know?" You nodded clearly knowing what he meant by that. When you first started teaching at U.A.—by Midnight's recommendation—tons of memories quickly bombarded you as soon as you stepped inside the school grounds like how you met Aizawa and Hizashi, your first sports festival and etc. It was all nostalgic to you that you almost teared up just by how far you and your classmates have gone.

"I miss U.A." He pouted. "And I miss you too!"

"Aww, I miss you too Tensei."

"Plus, who would decline a proposal from a pretty girl from you?" Iida's voice suddenly began louder as he stated that when the two of you arrived in front of 1-A's room. You giggled at his statement and stretched your hand to open the door but before you could Aizawa already opened the door for the both of you.

"Thanks, Eraserhead!" You wheeled Iida in, clearly in a good mood to see another one of your best friends again. If you had the time you would certainly visit Iida but you were pretty busy nowadays and the only way you can communicate with him is through texts which was obviously not enough.

"Alright-y then. Shall we start?" You asked the pro-heroes beside you with a smile. As the pro-heroes explained, 1-A could sense how uncomfortable Iida was. Of course he would be uncomfortable. His brother was gonna flirt with his teacher for fucks sake. Who could blame him?

"Time for Plan C! Make Aizawa jealous!!" Hizashi announced once homeroom was over and Aizawa was out of earshot. "Normally it was make L/n jealous but since Ms. Joke is not available, we changed it to 'make Aizawa jealous!'" Hizashi rambled on as Kayama appeared, seducingly emerging from the door.

"Yes Iida?" Hizashi called Iida as his hand shot up instantly after hearing the words slip out from the english teacher's mouth. "May I ask who is the person we are gonna ask to make Mr. Aizawa jealous?"

"Great question, Iida!" Hizashi and Kayama shared a look before laughing. "Iida. Can you call your brother?" Hizashi asked in between laughs. Iida froze at his teacher's request, his eyes widening.

"Eh?! Ingenium?!" The class roared out clearly surprised at who they chose. "May I ask why my brother?"

"Again, good question Iida!" This time it was Kayama who spoke up. "Tensei is and I quote Y/n's bestest friend besides us. I remember how close they were when we were in high school! Some even thought they were dating but in truth they weren't. They're just good friends, very good friends at that."

"I remember Y/n even babysitted you Iida!" Iida blushed in embarrassment, did she really? Well he was a baby at that time, he wouldn't remember it now.

"Let's start planning!" And with that 1-A—not all of them though Bakugo and Todoroki seemed interested—clustered around the podium where the planning began. A lot of ideas were given out and a lot were sadly rejected but that didn't bring their spirits down as more ideas came after.

"Well then! Give your brother a call Iida! Tell him about the plan and i'll tell Y/n about heroic's class tomorrow! Surely Iida will be the perfect candidate for that!" And with that Hizashi and Kayama dismissed them feeling proud of what they've done and accomplished.

"Are you sure this will work? Shouta seems to be like the type who doesn't get jealous." At first glance Aizawa isn't a man to be possesive over something so this plan may be a bust but Hizashi knows his best friend better than Kayama, he was sure as hell Aizawa will get jealous once Iida starts flirting with you.

"Oh, just trust me Nemuri! This will work out!" Kayama quirked a brow at him then decided to just trust Hizashi, he knows a lot more about you and Aizawa after all.

"Now that all of that is done, please wear your hero costumes and go outside!" Before Aizawa could even speak to you, you wheeled Iida out already engaged in a conversation with him. You didn't even bother to spare a glance at Aizawa as you talked with Iida, immediately catching up to what's happening with him these past few days. He slipped in a few compliments—that he made sure Aizawa heard—and comments about you that made you giggle.

Toshinori felt the same tension again. He looked at Aizawa only to find him staring at Iida and you but mostly you. Toshinori almost let out a laugh seeing Aizawa's expression when Iida flirted with you and could only guess that this was a work done by Hizashi and Kayama because Iida would never like you in that way, he made it clear when you were in high school.

"Thank you again for inviting me, Y/n. Brings back good memories." You smiled widely at Iida and told him that it was no problem, after all he was a pro-hero like her and pro-heroes help each other out.

"I was wondering, would you like to go out sometime?" Aizawa's eye twitched once Iida asked the question. He was irritated that you didn't even told Iida off when he was clearly flirting with you and most of all he was annoyed by the fact that you agreed on his proposal, asking him what time and when. That was the last straw for Aizawa and Toshinori could sense something blunt and sharp coming.

"Are you both done flirting? We have a class to teach so I suggest you wrap things up and proceed to the gym." You were taken aback by Aizawa's outburst but then moments later you smirked. Was he jealous? Aizawa walked past the two—like he was in a hurry—leaving the three of them dumbfounded.

"What was that about?" Iida asked you feigning confusion but on the inside he was proud at the outcome of his work. He got Aizawa jealous and that was a rare occassion.

"I have a feeling somebody has their period today." You joked making the two of them—yes even Toshinori—laugh but on the inside you know you were screwed. Aizawa was gonna give you the cold shoulder from then on and you knew it.

When all of you arrived at the gym, 1-A and Iida (Tensei) waited for anything to happen but... nothing. Nothing happened except for the little outburst from Aizawa earlier. They even waited after school hours when they were at the faculty room but no, no, no. Still nothing.

"I'm sorry guys." Hizashi and Kayama practically slumped over upon hearing Iida's apology. Their last plan failed once again but they had hoped it gave them the push to say something, anything to each other.

Little did they know, they confessed to each other years back, when they were still in high school.

When Hizashi and Kayama found out

Hizashi and Kayama still didn't give up after many failed attempts so when they had another plan they went to your office, excited about the upcoming events.

"I sure hope this fucking work or else i'm gonna smash their skulls together." Kayama grunted as she pushed the door of your office open and what they saw left their mouths hanging.

Moments before the two of them walked in on you and Aizawa making out, Aizawa had confronted you about what happened earlier with Iida (Tensei). Of course he was jealous and to make things worse you poke fun of him because of it.

He got angry but didn't even dared to raise his voice at you because he wanted to solve this in the rational and logical way possible and you knew that. After all those years of knowing him and vice versa, both of you learned to adapt to each other's needs. For example if Aizawa came home stressed, you'll know it before he even informs you and makes him everything he needs and more. Also, if you're feeling down he'll know to talk to you about it instead of leaving you to cool down because he'll know you'll bottle it up until you can no longer surpress it. There was even this one time where Aizawa tried to hide his worries from you but you knew him, the real him and you instantly knew that something was wrong. Turns out it was just his nerves from asking you something life changing.

"Shouta." You called him, placing your fingers under his chin making him look at you. "You know that I will never do that right? Tensei meant go out as friends. Besides I know what was behind his flirting all this time." Aizawa's piercing gaze softened upon seeing your face. You wrapped your arms around his midsection making him sigh and returning the gesture.

"I know. I'm sorry. I just got... possesive." You giggled at his statement. Although it resulted in an argument seeing him jealous gave off a sexy vibe from him which you incredibly loved—you'll never admit it openly but knowing Aizawa he probably knows by now.

"I'm sorry for being angry." His voice was soft as he uttered the words that made you smile. This was the side that you only get to see, warming your heart as you hugged him tighter. You were glad to see this side of Aizawa, you were glad to see that he trusts enough to put down his walls and let you through, you were glad—heck beyond glad even.

The next moments were a bit blur to you as it started with just a simple kiss filled with passion from you and Aizawa but when his kisses became a little heated that's when things really started. He bit your lip making you gasp earning him an entrance to your mouth as your tongues fought for dominance, Aizawa clearly being the winner.

Back to present time, Aizawa pinned you against the wall, his hands on your waist as he began attacking your neck with kisses making you ran a hand through his hair, your fingers threading through his raven locks.

Was this real? You didn't know. You were sure you were dreaming right now or perhaps in heaven. But nope, this was the reality. The reality you love. The reality that Aizawa Shouta, 1-A's homeroom teacher, underground hero, pro-hero Eraserhead was your husband.

Yup, this shaggy hobo looking man was your husband. No one really knew except for your families and Toshinori who happened to stumble upon the two of you just like this except that the two of you were in the hospital that time.

Aizawa bit the sensitive spot on your neck, the both of you still not noticing the presence of the duo that kept bugging you and Aizawa to just confess and get together. Too ingrossed in your activities, you didn't even hear their footsteps.

"Oh my god!" Hizashi screeched making the two of you break apart as you stared at Hizashi and Kayama with wide eyes. Holy shit, you were found out now and they found out while the two of you were making out. Fucking making out. Why now out of all the days you were making out with Shouta?

"What do you guys want? Can't you see i'm busy with my wife?" Aizawa nonchalantly stated as his face showed irritation. He wasn't irritated at the fact that Hizashi and Kayama finally knew, he was irritated at the fact that Hizashi and Kayama disturbed the two of them while they were in the middle of something good.

You on the other hand was shocked at what Aizawa just informed the two loud mouths and blushed upon seeing the two of them stared at you with those fucking knowing looks. Oh boy, there was no way of escape now.

After 5 years he decided to tell them like it was not a big deal at all but you knew Aizawa cared, he always did. He just want the two of them to shut up but that wasn't the case. Upon hearing what Aizawa said, the two of them squealed.

"Wife?! Did Shouta just say wife?!" Hizashi was practically crying now, telling the world how proud he was of his best friend. "When did the wedding happen?! Why were we not invited?!"

"It happed five years ago Hizashi, and Shouta and I just wanted a small wedding with close family only. I hope you understand." You sheepishly smiled at the two of them.

"I guess we'll leave you two now." Kayama said with a wink as she dragged Hizashi out of the office. "Use protection, kids!"

Just seconds after the door closed, Aizawa who was still pressing you on the wall asked with a smirk, "I don't think we even need protection. Now where were we?"

Oh boy, let's just say that neither of you did your work the whole night and just did each other instead.

"Y/n! Are you ok? You should go to Recovery Girl! Your neck is full of bruises!" Hizashi 'innocently' screamed out in the teacher's lounge earning the attention of all the pro-hero teachers currently in said lounge.

Your face grew red as they stared at you. Of course Hizashi had to notice the marks Aizawa left as a 'remembrance' of the night before and of course he just had to scream it out loud in a room filled with people. You were glad though that he hadn't proclaimed it infront of the students because that will be even more embarrassing—atleast for you.

You secretly flipped the bird to Aizawa who just chuckled then wrapped his capture weapon around his neck even more, hiding the endless amount of love bites placed there.

"Oh! Shouta! You have them too! Are you both ok?! Do you have allergies or something?!" Hizashi yelled out. With a smirk you looked over to Aizawa once again as he grunted and swatted Hizashi away but it was too late now. The whole faculty knows by now as their gazes were placed on you then to Aizawa and vice versa.

Needless to say, the next day was full of teasing and belated congratulations from the two and the staff—with the two of them word spreads quickly—which they had to endure.

When 1-A found out

"As heroes, your goal is to not only fight off villains but to rescue and protect the civillians as well. You should remember that. Especially you Bakugo." The boy scoffed at his teacher's words as he looked away which Aizawa knew was a sign that Bakugo acknowledged his words. "Today we are—" a knock cut Aizawa's sentence making him sigh. Who could it possibly be?

Aizawa walked to the door slowly as his students anticipated who could the visitor be. Could it be a pro-hero? Yes, that could be it but their teacher didn't mention any training with another pro-hero today. So, who was it?

Aizawa opened the door slightly and was face to face with his lovely wife standing there with a huge smile on her face. Aizawa made a mental note that he should wear sunglasses everytime his wife beams at him with that big smile, it was too bright for him seeing as you were the literal sunshine but Aizawa didn't protest though, seeing that smile of yours instantly refreshed him and gave him energy. But why the hell were you here? Lunch isn't near and he was sure as hell that you took a sick leave due to you feeling ill for the past few days. So what brought you here exactly?

"Hi Shouta!!!" You greeted him loudly earning the attention of the students. You didn't mean to say that so loud but excitement was kicking in and you felt very happy at that time, incredibly happy even. You felt that you could solve the crisis involving world peace just with your happiness and that was an understatement.

"Miss L/n?!" The students panicked, you were here? They sweated nervously as they were reminded about the homework they had to do. In truth they hadn't done it yet because they were incredibly busy so seeing you outside their classroom made their hearts race. "But what are you doing here Ms. L/n? I thought you were sick!"

You sighed clearly knowing what the fuss was about. "Mina, I am sick but I need to excuse your teacher for some important matters and it's ok if you hadn't done your homework yet but make sure to submit it on or before friday next week." The students let relieved noises as soon as they heard the last statement but Aizawa was more focused on the 'I need to excuse your teacher for some important matters' part. Was there somethimg wrong?

"All right. Iida, control your classmates. I'll be going outside for a moment." And with that Aizawa closed the door behind him before dragging you as far as possible from the eavesdropping students. Your statement made him worried as millions of logical probabilities rushed through his head, one probabilty standing out than the most.

Were you gonna ask for a divorce? Aizawa hoped that, that wan't the case.

"You're not gonna ask for divorce, are you?" Aizawa hesitantly voiced his thoughts, earning a blank look from you. What made Aizawa think that?

"Shouta." You called while placing the palm of your hand on his cheek, him leaning into your touch almost instantly. "What made you think that I'm gonna ask you for divorce?"

Shouta opened his mouth to tell you all the logic behind his question but was immediately cut off by you, "Don't ever doubt yourself or us, Shouta. I love you as you love me so that will not be happening." Aizawa felt relieved but the bugging feeling didn't go away as the question in his mind remained unanswered. Why were you here then?

"I'm here because of good news not bad news." You stated, your smile returning to your face. Aizawa could tell that this smile was brighter and bigger than the last one so it gave him the fact that you were incredibly happy at the moment because of said news. "Well atleast it's good news for me."

"What is it?" You could feel your excitement coming out an in instant once he asked you the question you've been waiting for him to say. You happily dug through your mess of a bag to reveal a stick to him with a plus sign on the center.

A stick with a plus sign.

A plus sign.

Aizawa's eyes widened as he stared lovingly at the stick you were holding. You waited for his reaction and once you got it you were very much satisfied with the result.

Aizawa placed his large hands on your belly, the stick still on his left hand but he didn't care. Tears welled up in your eyes as you saw his smile mirrored yours—bright, big and clearly expressing how happy he felt at the moment.

"I'm going to be a father." He murmured on your shoulders as he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace. You nodded through your tears as Aizawa's grip on you tightened a little—not to the point he's trying to kill you though—clearly not wanting to let go of you. This news made his heart long and beat for you even more.

"I love you." He said with not his usual monotone but a softer voice filled with emotion that he clearly felt for you. "I love that you make me the happiest man on the universe, every fucking day." His confession made you cry even harder, wetting his black hero costume even more but you both didn't care at the moment. You were gonna be a family now. A family. A family that you both wanted. A family that you both will cherish and love until the day death do you apart. A family to care for, look out for. A family that will grow, stay and learn with the both of you.

Oh how excited the both of you are.

"I love you too, Aizawa Shouta." You replied before adding, "I love you so fucking much that my heart hurts with happiness everytime I see or think of you."

Class 1-A didn't mean to eavesdrop once again but they couldn't help but let curiousity kill the cat. They saw the heart fluttering and precious moment between their usually stoic, emotionless teacher and his wife that made them burst out in tears. They were sure their teacher knew they were there but they still kept their cries silent so that it wouldn't interrupt the moment.

That still didn't stop Mina from exclaiming this though.

"Aizawa-sensei and Ms. L/n are married?!" The exclamation earned the attention of the couple as they broke apart, seeing 1-A infront of them with tears on their eyes. "Then all our planning was useless?!" And with that Mina cried harder making you chuckle, not all their plans went to waste though if you could say so yourself.

"Go back to class." Aizawa ordered them with a glare making them shuffle and leave the scene immediately after shouting out a, "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Aizawa!!"

"They truly are an exceptional bunch huh?" You leaned into Aizawa as he placed an arm around your shoulders. "They are a pain in the ass but they are my pain in the ass."

"Aw! Seeing you act like that for your 20 other kids makes me even more excited that you're gonna have another one." You snickered. "If you're their dad then I'm the mom right?"

"Don't." Aizawa grunted making you laugh.

"What?! It's true though!" Seeing Aizawa's expression made you laugh even more. "Oh don't give me that look Dadzawa."

"Don't call me that."

"Dadzawa!" You stated his new nickname making him sigh.

"You're lucky I put up with you."

"Aren't you supposed to say, 'You're lucky I love you'?" Aizawa shook his head then left you there in the hallway after replying with a, "No. See you at home, Y/n."

Extra:

"Congratulations Dadzawa!" Hizashi and Nemuri exclaimed at the same time once again earning the attention of the whole faculty on them.

"Don't fucking call me that, Yamada."

"Oh please, keep calling him that from now on. I'm sure babyzawa will like that." You chuckled as you kissed Aizawa's cheek before leaving the faculty room. "Goodluck dealing with them Dadzawa!"

Aizawa's eye twitched as he felt the attack coming from Hizashi and Nemuri. Oh boy it's gonna be a long long day today.

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