I like the idea of you asking out the weird guy, with the even weirder stare, from the local butcher shop as a bet you made with your friends.

But when you break up with him, for some reason he still goes on as if you’re not???

Still insistent he picks you up and drops you off for work everyday? Any guy you went on date with/flirted, all ghosted you?? Forcing those gross, sloppy kisses where he uses a lot of tongue and spit. With a hand cradling the back of your head, while grabbing a fistful of your hair. Worse of all??? He does it in public. Your coworkers haven’t been able to make eye contact with you for a week.

But it doesn’t matter, because when he comes to pick up you today, you will give him a piece of your mind.

—

Imagine his joy when the hot girl he’s been playing eye tag with for the past few weeks, asked him out???

Wounded his masculine pride she beat him to it, but nevertheless happy.

He doesn’t date much at all, so this is still very new to him. But he knows the basic. Kiss her every time you see her, she leaves, she smiles, she laughs, she winces, looks scared, looks angry.

Make sure to feed her and she’s not skipping meals. Saving her only the best slab of meat the butcher shop could offer. Personally cooking and cutting her meat for her and transferring the chewed up meat from your mouth into hers through a kiss.

That male coworker who seems to give her a hard time? Show up at her job and show him she has a man that doesn’t play about it and let her watch as you take that hammer and break every single one of his fingers. Her coworker screaming for him to stop till his voice gives out

Obviously he can’t forget the physical affection. Both behind close doors and in public.

Giving her only the most tightest of tight hugs, so she knows how much he loves her. Sometimes she thinks she can hear her rib bones cracking.

Kissing with his eyes opens so she knows he only has eyes for her and she will never leaving his sight.

Despite it all, she wants to…break up???

As how much he was in love with her, he recognized she had her flaws. She was inconsiderate self respecting, mean spirited opinionated and a tab but selfish autonomous at times.

When he'd graduated from college, he'd been surprised to see Principal Nezu in the crowd with All Might and Aizawa-sensei, and even more surprised to receive Principal Nezu's invitation to teach at UA - in the hero course no less!

They'd assigned him to the 2nd year hero course -- the 1st years, who were often still figuring out the limits of their quirks, needed teachers who might be able to physically intervene if something went wrong

His first year teaching, he'd spent just trying to get his feet under him: he borrowed a lot of the previous teacher's curriculum while he tried to get the hang of classroom management, and and grading, and parent contact, not to mention conducting practical exercises with his students while he was quirkless

But his second year he started making the curriculum his own: his strength had always been his analysis and he wanted his students to have that, too.

He started adding in case studies for each unit; invited his friends in to give talks about declassified or appropriately anonymized cases they'd worked on

By his third year, he'd gotten his unit plans down to a science: intro topic, host guest speaker, complete case study, hold class discussion, conduct practical exercise, students submit a reflection, test

His first unit of the year was always his favorite -- an intro to battle analysis. He'd never gotten Kacchan to commit to coming on campus, but if Deku sent him footage from a fight, Kacchan would send back a recording of his analysis

Once the kids got over the initial hilarity of Kacchan roasting the shit out of hero or villain or both, they usually asked Deku to play the video back a few more times so they could see just which errors Kacchan had caught, how quickly they could arise, how consequential they could be. It was a great way to get them open to Deku's whole approach to the class, and a good way for them to know that he would accept their work in their own voices -- no need to hide their personalities for points

The rest of the units -- meant to get his students ready to apply for their provisional licenses -- all followed suit.

And since most hero agencies had given new priority to community relations, he could schedule through his friends' offices to get them on campus: Tenya, Uraraka, Tsu, Momo, Shinso were especially reliable guests

And while the first half of the year was dedicated to the practicalities of being on the ground as a hero; the second half was dedicated to the heart of being a hero

They looked at rise of the League of Villains and Stain, talked about the plight of heteromorphs; he pulled in primary sources, they discussed their own personal credos (he liked to use Kacchan's and Hawks' as examples of how different and personal they could be while still leading to similar work), discussed the sociological and psychological impact of challenging quirks

All that to say, year four is the perfect time for the suit to fall into his lap.

He's got his professional shit together

And, though he's let himself shed some of the weight he needed to maintain One For All, he's kept himself in good condition

(High school students are so easily motivated by a little good natured teasing, "you really gonna let your quirkless teacher lap you?" has been a remarkably easy way to keep his kids going through tough conditioning work)

So, after he's managed to stop crying on All Might long enough to schedule a call with Hatsume to go over the specs; and stopped crying after that call long enough to process everything she's shared about its function, he realizes he's going to need to train before he can take this thing out in the field

The suit is incredible: a light exoskeleton that'll enhance his strength, 360 degree sensors that will pick up objects moving at certain speeds or sudden changes in air pressure, a light propulsion system that will allow him brief bursts of flight or slightly longer periods to hover, a chord system that he can use to pull himself forward or restrain villains, a diffuser that will set off a smoke screen

He spends another hour or so after the call with Hatsume to cry about how closely they've tried to recreate the capabilities of One For All

And then spends another four thinking about all of the manual controls he'll need to learn to replicate the skills he used to be able to call forth with a thought.

Thinks too about the kind of conditioning he'll need to do in order to not lose speed or an arm to the weight and propulsion of the suit

He remembers fondly a dirty beach half a lifetime ago; remembers, too, a forest trail where a quirkless All Might declared he'd change the future. Deku can do this.

And there's no better way to address the Kacchan of it all:

He'd tried calling Kacchan after All Might had dropped the news -- and been sent straight to voicemail three times in a row; received back a terse text: u r welcome nerd

Which told him Kacchan wasn't ready to deal -- with Deku's tears, or his gratitude, or with a conversation about how Kacchan had dedicated all of his professional career to funding Deku's dream -- as if all the long hours, and parties missed, and extra shifts covered, hadn't all been some sort of declaration of intent about the rest of their fucking lives

Which was fine. What was Deku going to say anyway?

"Was this a proposal, Kacchan? Because if so, my answer is yes."

That could wait. They had the rest of their fucking lives, apparently.

But in the meantime, Deku needed to train. He couldn't afford to rush this. Kacchan would be furious if Deku got himself hurt because he was being reckless.

So he headed over to the gym in Kacchan's building after work, just in time to catch Kacchan coming in for his biweekly workout.

"I've got a plan. I think I'm going to need to dedicate some attention to these particular muscle groups to protect from injury. I think I probably need to gain a little more muscle, too. Then, I want to start training in the suit. I'll need to get a feel for how it works as a whole in combat and rescue settings. But then I want to work on isolations. Can I trigger just this response as quickly as possible in various circumstances. What can I do or not if I've just got control of the arms or just the legs or just one limb. I've put together a timetable. I think, if you'll help me, I could be ready for field work without injuring myself by the end of this school year."

When Deku finally pauses and looks up from his notebook, Kacchan looks visibly relieved, shoulders down from his ears, that gleam in his eye that's signals amusement in spite of himself, the start of smile tucked into the corner of his mouth

Kacchan snatches the notebook from Deku's hands and looks over the charts. Deku barely grumbles at all at Kacchan's free hand tousling Deku's hair while he skims.

So its been awhile, but inspiration struck, in the middle of a bad mental health day. Uh, enjoy this short blurb.

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The duvet and sheets fly off the bed as an annoyed groan leaves my slightly parted lips. If anyone had entered the room, they'd think a tornado had torn through. Clothes on the floor, hamper turned over, drawers thrusted open, and let's not talk about the closet. Clothes were half hanging on hangers and even some of the shoes that had been previously nestled on a shoe rack were scattered on the closet floor.

I tug at my hair in frustration, where was my damn hoodie? I had planned to go out with a friend to an art fair/farmers market, the air just chilly enough to only need a hoodie, and it would hide the small bump that had been forming from Tom's and my's newest addition, who had yet to be even introduced to his family. 

Another groan falls past my lips as I stomp out into the hallway and toward the laundry room.

"Darling," Tom’s voice calls from his seated position on the couch. "What's wrong?"

I push the door open and start sorting through clothes still left in the basket to be washed. "Have you seen my hoodie?" I call out, huffing when the clothes only end up being some of Tom's work out clothing.

"Uh, you mean the one I stole from the Cherry set?"

I roll my eyes as I exit, walking toward his voice. "You know for a fact that the only person who can fit in that is you." His laughter carries as I pass through the kitchen to the closet by the front door. 

"Then, the one you got from your trip to where your parent's condo is." He tries again.

"No, my love, and that's not even a hoodie, that's a crew neck sweatshirt-"

"Jumper-"

"Whatever!" I laugh as I shut the closet door and make my way to the living room for one last look. "No, I'm looking for the one that-" My eyes finally land on Tom, cuddled on the couch with a blanket, Tessa’s head resting in his lap, scrolling through his phone, with none other than my missing hoodie draped over his frame. I fold my arms over my chest and let out a short, breathy laugh through my nose.

"Which one was it again then? You have dozens of them, love." He asks, not even looking away from his phone. 

I can't help but laugh, "Oh, you know, the one I got when I went to Japan. It has the Spirited Away bath house on it with Haku flying above it." He nods his head, eyebrows pulled together like he's really trying to think about it. "You know, the one you're wearing." 

His eyes finally snap away from his phone to look at me, before falling down to the article of clothing he'd donned. He gives me a sheepish smile, and snuggles into it further making me cackle. "Oops-"

"You little shit, I need that-"

"But you have others! And you left it in here, and I was cold, so not my fault-"

"You couldn't have walked twenty paces to our room to fetch your own?"

He smiles like a kid caught with his hands on something he wants, and planned to not give back. "Nope!"

I roll my eyes, "What is this bullshit, I can't  even fit in your shit." I walk back up the hallway, going to find a different one to wear as I was going to be late if I didn't leave in the next five minutes. 

When I come back, Tom hasn't even moved, but his phone is no longer his main focus. "Well, it's comfortable, and smells like you. And fuck gender standards, guys can steal their girlfriends clothes too." 

I roll my eyes and walk up to him, pecking his lips softly, "You're lucky you're cute, Holland."

"Sexy, you mean-" I pinch his cheek, making him whine in annoyance. "Meanie," he pouts. 

"I love you too." I stand up and stretch before heading to the door. "Alright, I'm out. I'll text you when I'm on my way back."

"Have fun!" He calls out, and I get one last view of him in my hoodie, and I can't help but admit-

I love the idea of being held captive in some homestead deep in a snowy mountain by a retired military man with a Russian accent.

You’re not from there originally from that country/region. So you don’t know the terrain as much a he does. So it’s either being cooped up with him or freezing to death out there (doubt he would let you get that far)

He’s a tall man with short dark cropped hair, with it shorter on the sides. He’s strong and sturdy with a layer of fat. He reminds you of a bear with how hairy he is. All around his arms, legs, chest, and other places (//blushing//)

I can imagine you once being a nurse in the military.

You were stationed some where far and much warmer than where you are now.

All took for him was you stitching him up one day, feeling your hands glide and roam his body for him to want to take you.

—

He wasn’t really interested in women. From birth, his sole purpose was to be a killing machine. Which left no room for any kind of relationships (romantic, platonic, familia, etc). Even growing up, his caregivers didn’t give him much love.

He thought he was strong.

He thought he was strong enough to resist the desire for any companionship or relationship.

But the one time he got hurt, badly too.

He observe the way you fretted over him. You were so gentle and loving, it made him embarrassed at times.

Not like he would show it, keeping a stoic exterior.

You gave him the best customer service you could muster up. With hand feeding, rubbing his feet and shoulders, singing his praises (let’s ignore the company’s threats breathing down your neck if you treated their best weapon with anything but the best treatment)

But when it was decided he was all healed and ready to go back to the field. He didn’t want to go back, if anything he wanted to spend more time with you.

So he decided to retire.

He done so much for the company, it was time to put up the cape.

Putting in your resignation letter along with his.

His superiors joked it was his own little “retirement present”.

For this one Futuristic astronaut man (kinda like oil rig but it’s in space, in a space ship if that makes sense):

Don’t ask what or why they do, the situation is they’re out in space, on some kind of space ship for months doing something (kinda like an oil rig, maybe their mining/collecting space rocks or something).

I love the idea of you’re the sole girl on the team.

It’s you with like 4-6 men. (Like let’s pretend how not stupid that is)

And you want to prove yourself so badly but constantly getting singled out and harassed by the captain second hand command.

You can’t even complain about him to the captain (who btw were Orphans and grew up together) because the yandere is really competent at his job. Probably the best one on the team (probably better than the captain but that’s up to debate). While you’re pretty good (good enough to get hired) you’re not close to being as good as him, so it wouldn’t be a hard decision on who they would get rid of.

So it looks like you’re going to have to put up for the next 6 months and hopefully by the time it’s over you can be asked to be assigned to a different team.

What’s worse? He’s pretty easy on the eyes with a country accent and dark hair to accompany his good looks.

You thought maybe because he likes you (attracted to you?) but you seen the poster girls he hangs up on the walls of his room (bikini cald skinny blonde women, one laying on a beach or displayed on some sports car). So obviously that can’t be the case (lol).

Everyone else is no help either.

Either pretending they didn’t hear the crude remarks he makes about or making excuses for his brash behavior. “He probably didn’t get enough sleep”, “probably didn’t get his coffee today” and etc etc.

Constantly breathing down your neck (literally and figuratively) close enough to call it micro managing. Also popping up at your room during non work times for “team bonding”.

As if he wasn’t making gross comments earlier about “space is not place for a woman” and if you’re were his woman you “would be at home, pregnant and bare foot”. When you looked at the captain as in “see the kind of things he’s saying” all he does is shake his head and go “not like he said anything wrong”.

Let’s say, just for a single small mission they sent the two of you. And for some reason something goes wrong and you end up crashes landing on some deserted planet.

"Dammit, Luffy -- whoa, fuck!"

Zoro looked down between them where his captain had his cock -- both of their cocks -- wrapped in his hands.

Luffy's grip was hot -- he always ran hot, something about all the energy he burned through just by the nature of his ability -- and wet beneath the surface of the bath. With one fist he held them close. The fingers of his other hand traced over them both as if trying identify the differences between them and commit them to memory.

Zoro's hands clutched at his captain's shoulders. Initially, he'd thought to brace Luffy from crashing into him, but now he wasn't sure if he was holding Luffy back or clutching him tight, though he was certain he'd be leaving bruise on anyone who wasn't dumbass captain.

"Luffy. The hell are you doing?"

Luffy's fingers pressed into the slit at the tip of his cock before dragging across to his own. Luffy hummed distractedly.

"Hmm. Is this okay, Zoro? I've been wondering what it'd feel like."

Zoro's heart hammered in his chest as Luffy punctuated his statement with a loose twist of his hands around their filling cocks.

He hadn't been aroused before.

When Nami had shoved them into their brand new bathroom aboard The Merry and demanded they take a proper bath, his main focus had been on making sure Luffy hadn't drowned or brained himself in the short time it had taken Zoro to trim and clean under his nails. Then there'd been the battle of getting Luffy to actually bathe -- cloth and soap behind ears and under arms, behind the knees and between toes. He'd just been settling in to relax when he found himself with a lapful of his captain.

"Been wondering about what, Luffy?" He sucked in a stuttering breath as Luffy's wandering fingers wedged impossibly between their thighs to trace Zoro's balls. "What it's like with another man?"

Luffy shook his head, eyes never leaving where his hands were working them toward full arousal. "What it's like with you."

Zoro groaned and let himself give in, head falling backward as he rolled his hips upward into Luffy's grip, and the slide of them against each other was obscene.

"Zoro --" He'd never find out what Luffy might have said next, because he used the hand he'd shoved into his captain's hair to guide his mouth to his own. The other hand found Luffy's ass and squeezed, pulling him into another delicious grind.

Luffy gasped against his mouth, and then moaned, stilling almost completely when Zoro tongued and bit at his lips.

And then all at once, Luffy was in motion: hands squeezing and gliding in maddening counterpoint to the grind of his hips. His tongue pressed into Zoro's mouth, overwhelming and hungry, only to disappear entirely so he could bite into Zoro's lip, hard enough to draw blood. He lapped at the wound, then sucked Zoro's lip into his mouth as if trying to draw out more.

Zoro's hand in Luffy's hair tightened, pulling him away just enough that he could pressing sucking kisses and nipping bites into his captain's shoulders and neck.

Zoro couldn't be sure -- not entirely, Luffy always kept him on his toes -- but if there was even half a chance that Luffy was learning his way through this by example --

Zoro grunted as Luffy butted Zoro's head to the side so he could latch his own mouth to Zoro's collar bone. He licked a scorching path across Zoro's clavicle before sucking bruising kisses up Zoro's neck to his ear. With only the slightest pause, he sucked Zoro's earlobe, and all three earrings, into his hot, wet mouth and moaned as if the gold against his tongue was doing something for him.

Pride be damned - he wasn't going to last. While Luffy still had his ear between his teeth, Zoro grabbed two palmfuls of his ass, making sure to press two fingers to the taut skin behind Luffy's balls and one against the tight pucker of his hole, and then came pulsing against the hard line of Luffy's dick. Whether it was the squeeze of his hands, the embarrassingly loud groan, or something else entirely, Luffy followed him almost immediately over the edge.

"We should do that more often, Zoro," Luffy giggled against his chest.

Izuku Midoriya recognizes a declaration of romantic intent when it slaps him in the face with a mechanical arm, and he's sick of Kacchan's bullshit:

Fucking Kacchan -- like everything else with Kacchan -- is complicated.

It'd started off simple.

A text late one night to Kacchan: "it's gone ...the ember is gone"

An hour later, and Kacchan had been knocking at Izuku's university dorm door

Izuku had fallen into him, amazed that Kacchan had traveled all the way from his campus to be with him in this moment

A kiss to Izuku's hair made him look up into vermillion eyes

Kacchan had followed it with a kiss to Izuku's forehead, his eyelids, his tear-stained cheeks -- he'd paused and Izuku hadn't dared to move, not even to open his eyes, unwilling to break whatever spell this might be

Kacchan had brushed his thumbs over Izuku's cheeks, cradling Izuku's face, as if Izuku was precious, delicate: "Let me make you feel good." Yes.

"Please."

Deku's Accidental Charm Offensive & Unintentional Rehabilitation of Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight's Image

Like:

On one of Deku's first patrols with Dynamight, they wrap up a villain with no injuries, no collateral, no casualties, and Dynamight lets rip his signature shout: "FLAWLESS VICTORY!"

The PR folks at his agency (and the internet) have told him that it's off-putting and unnerving

But Deku breaks out laughing behind him, Bakugo turns for the fist bump, aggressive, still pumped up from the adrenaline

Deku returns it automatically, smile bright, cheeks flushed, eyes nearly shut

The internet thinks it's adorable

And when:

They've responded to a request to back up heroes in an adjacent zone

Bakugo's been picking up more requests for backup now that Deku's in the field -- he knows the nerd gets a kick out of working in teams, and sometimes they run into their classmates, it makes Deku smile, whatever

There's a group of villains working in a team, and the biggest of them has a quirk it takes the the BakuBros way too long to figure out, but Deku, Chargebolt, and Red Riot manage to clear the extras from the field long enough for Bakugo to finally put the big bad down

It was a messy and exhausting fight, Bakugo's barely staying on his feet in the aftermath, but then he hears a shout from a nearby roof -- Deku:

"Great Explosion Murder God --"

"DYNAMIGHT" Kaminari and Kirishima join Deku's dumbass shout, and Bakugo is tossed up on the idiot's shoulders like an American frat boy.

They're so embarrassing.

The nearby newscaster filming from the police line laughs with the rest of the nearby civilians, says something about the atmosphere of joy as the villains have finally been subdued

But especially that time:

Some overexcitable brat almost got themselves killed on Deku and Bakugo's watch

There'd been some two-bit criminal, hardly enough of a threat to be called a villain, but Endeavor'd taught them to respond quickly, and they'd never been able to kick the muscle memory

The kid, no more than 8 or 9 had seen them passing by from her window and climbed out onto her fire escape, climbing up on the rails to try and record the interaction

Thank fuck the sensors on Deku's suit had picked up the anomaly of her sudden descent

Though they'd both rushed into action, Bakugo made the save snatching the kid from the air before she'd injured herself

When he got them both on solid ground, he'd been ready to light into her -- "Listen here, you --"

But Deku had been there, hand firm on Bakugo's elbow, "Kacchan, no!" Before hip-checking Bakugo out of the way and crouching down to get at eye level with the girl

"Hey, what my buddy, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight" (Deku always says it like Bakugo had dreamed it, like it's the name of someone trustworthy) "is trying to say is that your safety is way more important than a picture or video of us. Right?"

Here Deku had turned to look up at Bakugo. His midnight green eyes stern and expectant. Reminding Bakugo:

He'd made a promise to himself. If Deku gave becoming a hero a chance -- not just doing test work with the suit, not just moonlighting between class and grading papers, but really gave partnering with Bakugo his best effort -- Bakugo wouldn't let himself do anything to get in the way of Deku becoming the #1 hero. Anything.

"Yeah kid, it's not a flawless victory if you get hurt."

Deku beamed at him as if Bakugo just plucked the moon from the sky and personally gifted to him. Bakugo's cheeks had burned. But it didn't matter (he'd thought it wouldn't matter -- smartphones are the worst) Deku had already turned back to the girl.

"And if you want to come chat with us, we'll be at the Fall Festival at _____ Park around the corner in just a couple weeks! We'll be at the ______ Agency booth!"

Business kids had gotten the bright idea that heroes ought to be more accessible, feel more a part of the communities they helped protect.

A week later, Ashido sent a tweet to the Forever 1A group chat. A video of he and Deku with the kid. The caption: "Turns out Great Explosion Murder God just needed an anger interpreter."

The first comment under the tweet: "Anger interpreter? Do you mean husband?? Look at the blush!"

Bakugo is going to kill them!