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screaming because I didn’t see this until now??? congrats love of my life?? OK I WILL BE SENDING IN MY ASK SHORTLY JUST HANG ON!!!! DONT GO BALD!!!

★ WELCOME TO THE PREMIERE !

take a seat, silence your cellphones, and enjoy the film! status: open !

🎬 director’s cut — very big thank you for 1k! it’s cool to imagine so many people stumbling on my silly blog and enjoying my musings. truly ever rb, ask, and comment means the world to me <3 hope you enjoy this little event as a treat!!

🎞️ walk the carpet — how to play!

play the pause game below and send me an ask with your character of choice + the info from the game! (example ask can be found below!)

i’ll respond with a mini moodboard and headcanons of how your movie will play out!

📽️ behind the scenes — event rules + info:

this is open to all followers!

for now i’d like to keep it 1-2 requests per person for simplicity, submitted in separate asks please!

i’m also going to try not to do more than 1-2 repeats of a character unless i’m feeling incredibly inspired (see here for characters that have been maxed-out!)

feel free to replay the game before submitting if you’re not satisfied with your choices/outcomes! no obligation to stick with the first choices you get! (while there are categories like sci-fi and horror + romance, i won’t get crazy with the content!)

also there’s no need to worry if your options seem a little mismatched — i will sprinkle some narrative magic and make it work! (ex: fantasy au + office worker -> acolyte/scrollkeeper, librarian, etc!)

following that, please practice patience and allow me creative freedom! trust that i will craft you a blockbuster in due time <3

★ NOW SCREENING: characters (male, female, etc) from my hero academia, attack on titan, jujutsu kaisen, death note, and demon slayer!

feel free to request whomever from these series (or take a gamble on one not listed), but the final decision will be made by the casting department! see here for characters that have been maxed-out!

! warning for fast moving images ahead !

↑ example ask! compliments are optional but encouraged 😽 (jokes!)

★ CASTING LINEUP: event masterlist!

enjoy the show! please contact the box office with any further questions 💳

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sho my beloved!! god i love that man FUCK

leave me alone / i can’t take another lie

bnha various x reader

the boys check on you after you’ve been struggling with a depressive episode. smau, angst / comfort, mention of meds on hitoshi’s part.

✎ canada is sad and rainy right now and the world is making it really hard to breathe (literally and metaphorically). this is for anyone who needs the comfort of their favs right now. i love you.

song: open arms (just sza)

✎ hc that hitoshi has struggled with a lot of these things and knows some of the things to say- “sit or talk?” “1 to 10?”

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I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR SHOUTO!!!!!!

in which shouto is a twenty five year old virgin.

ᯓ★ dividers created by me.

“Do I just put it in?”

You prop yourself up on your elbows, arching an eyebrow. “Well, I mean yes, technically. But Sho, don’t just shove it in.”

“Oh. Would that hurt?”

“Yes baby, it would definitely hurt. Even if you didn’t have me so turned on.”

Shouto blushes, inching further on his knees between the cradle of your thighs. He takes hold of the base of his cock, stroking once as the tip nudges your pussy. “Like this? Ah,” His breath hitches as the head eases inside.

“Yeah, just like that baby,” you breathe, falling to the bed.

Shouto spreads your thighs wider, rocking with shallow thrusts, cock stretching you slowly. “Fuck,” he moans, voice pitching higher at the end. Close to a whine but not quite. “I didn’t realize your pussy would feel so good.” His hips press tight to your ass as he grinds in small circles. Blunt nails dig harshly into your skin.

“Right,” you say with a breathless laugh. You yelp when he grinds harder, fisting the sheets. “Sex feels amazing. You surprised me, though. Your dick feels bigger than I imagined.”

Shouto’s cock throbs and he squeezes his eyes shut, exhaling a cloud of steam. “Please don’t talk like that. I’d rather not embarrass myself this fast.”

You giggle, tugging lightly at his hands, guiding them to the backs of your knees. “That’s okay, Sho. I’ll practice with you anytime you want,” you tease, wiggling your eyebrows.

He laughs. “Even if this is over in two minutes?”

“Promise,” you agree. “Now c’mon my love, fold me like a pretzel. Put that hero strength to use and fuck me.”

Frost creeps up the side of your knee when Shouto draws his hips back halfway, thrusting in smoothly. You moan together.

Shouto’s biceps flex as he pins your knees to your ears.

He lasts for three minutes thank you very much.

heavily influenced by my bestie @dollyfetti ‘s recent shouto post. can be found here.

master list

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"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

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ᯓ★ FIRST TIME FUCKING YOU WITHOUT A CONDOM.

⋆ ft. seishiro, yoichi, meguru, hyoma ⋆

⋆ cw ; unprotected sex, mentions of birth control pills, the kind of sex where you both wake up in the middle of the night and melt into one another.

master list

ᯓ★ seishiro

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

For the most part, when you tell him, Seishiro would take it in stride.

It’d be funny though, Seishiro’s video game character dying miserably in the background as he stared at you, dumbstruck. Sleepy eyes wide because he can’t believe you want him to fuck you raw.

“You — what?” He’d still be wearing a semi - bored expression, but his knuckles would turn white from the harsh the grip on his switch.

You’d shake your head with fondness and a soft smile, repeating, “The next time we have sex, I don’t want you to wear a condom, Sei. What do you think?”

Seishiro would swallow the heat creeping up his throat and shift in place on the couch, all his blood rushing south. His dick would get hard just from the thought, sticking hot and heavy to his inner thigh. His shorts would do a pathetic job covering it.

Seishiro’s head would tilt, brows scrunching together. “Won’t you get pregnant?”

“I’m on the pill dummy. It was supposed to be a surprise.”

Seishiro would blink a few times and hum, abandoning his switch on the couch. Next time is too far away, he wants to fuck you right now.

He’d drag you to the bedroom and push you on the mattress, pulling his shirt off and shoving at his waistband enough to let his cock bob free.

“Sei! At least take off my underwear!” You’d chide, wrists caught in big hands and pinned by your head as he interrupted your disrobing. Your sweats would lay in a crumpled heap beside you.

“Not waiting,” he’d mutter, inching closer between your legs. He’d gather your wrists in one hand and hook his fingers in the soft fabric of your panties to pull them aside, stroking his cock after. He’d slide his tip over your clit a few times, pleasure jolting through you.

The satisfying stretch would be accompanied by a slight burn, pussy not quite wet enough for him. Not that you’d give a fuck, you’d be as impatient as Seishiro, if not more. “Fuck, Sei,” you’d moan and gasp. “Feels so different without a condom. You’re so big.”

“It’s so fucking good,” he’d whine, thrusting without your say so, pushing your shirt to your collarbone to watch your tits bounce. Seeing Seishiro’s eyes roll back would have red hot pleasure rushing up your spine.

He’d throw one leg over his shoulder and bend you in half, hands planted by your shoulders. “M’gonna cum soon,” he’d warn. “Touch yourself.”

He’d hold out for thirty more seconds, but he wouldn’t stop. Seishiro would use how slick he’d made you to his advantage, working you through your own burst of pleasure.

The sensation, the filthy noise, it’d be enough to make you feel the need to confess your sins in church.

ᯓ★ yoichi

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Yoichi would choke on the water he’s drinking when you ask.

“Sorry,” he’d wheeze, hacking up a lung as his cheeks flush bright pink. You’d rub his back, waiting for him to calm down.

“So, do you want to?”

Yoichi’s mouth would open, then close, then he’d set his water bottle down on the kitchen counter. “You’re serious?” He’d chew on his bottom lip. “You don’t want me to wear a condom?”

“I really really want to feel you.”

You’d sink down on Yoichi’s cock that evening, after he insisted you ride him because he’s “certain he’ll cum too fast if he controls the pace.” He’d toss his head onto the back of the couch, eyes squeezed shut, gripping your hips and digging his nails into your skin.

“Oh god,” he’d moan, loud and needy when you lift up halfway and sit down. You’d clutch his shoulders and use the leverage to help yourself bounce. Dragging a gasp from him that echoes throughout the room when your pussy squeezes tight on purpose.

You’d ride him slow and sweet, trail your lips over his jaw, and press close to whisper in his ear, “You love this, don’t you Yoichi?”

“So fucking much,” he’d pant. Yoichi’s hands would slide to your ass and hold you aloft, heels digging into plush carpet as he thrusts so hard your eyes pop wide open. You’d fall against him and press your nose to his temple, hugging him close. He’d be so warm.

Yoichi would finish fast. He’d grind you back and forth in his lap, cock throbbing steadily, muttering, “Sorry, sorry baby — fuck, sorry. Gonna make you cum, promise.”

ᯓ★ meguru

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

You’d be mid fuck, staring at Meguru who’s tilted his head towards the ceiling. Who’s moaning with his mouth hanging open and smiling like your pussy’s told him directly she loves his cock. He’d bite his bottom lip and squeeze your thighs, moaning your name. Eyes glued to your bouncing tits.

After several shots last weekend, Meguru’d let it slip how bad he needs to fuck your pussy raw. How he jerks off to the thought of it way more often than is healthy because he doesn’t want to push you into something you don’t want.

Drunk words are sober thoughts, they say.

The sudden urge to help him fulfill his dreams would overpower any lingering reservations.

“Take the — oh god, take the condom off, Meguru.” Your hand would press against his lower belly, urging him to pull out.

He’d freeze, pelvis pressed to your ass, and tilt his head. “Did you just say what I think you did?” His tone would be overeager, like a puppy.

“Yes,” you’d confirm, head bobbing.

The condom would be off in less than ten seconds.

Meguru’d be whiny and loud as he pushes in, hips jerking with tiny movements. “I need to cum. Now. Pretty please baby, can I? Your pussy feels so good — I can’t last.”

His cock would twitch and your pussy’d tighten. It’d be no shock at all that he’s so sensitive. “Yeah,” you’d breathe. “As long as you keep going after.”

Meguru would moan and fuck you like he’s paying for it. Head buried into your shoulder, hands tucked under your ass and gripping tight. Your collar bone would grow damp from how hotly he’d pant, sinking his teeth in as he let himself cum.

No matter. He’d fuck you through his overstimulation, not stopping for a second until you’ve had your fun.

ᯓ★ hyoma

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Hyoma wouldn’t be proud at his lack of self discipline in the heat of the moment.

You’d asked him a long time ago how he’d felt about it. Refusing to look him in the eyes when the topic was brought up because you’d been daydreaming about taking him raw for quite some time.

He’d assured you he really, really wanted to, but he’d explained he’d rather not take a single chance at having a surprise baby, even if you were on birth control. You’d respected his wishes and moved on.

Sleepy, soft sex with Hyoma is great. You’d wake up late into the night from a filthy dream of him and, with limbs that’d still be heavy with sleep, you’d shift in bed to face him. Nuzzling your nose against his, pressing sweet kisses to his mouth until he woke up enough to get the hint.

He’d encourage you to turn again, snaking an arm under your neck and letting it wrap around your shoulders to pull you close. You’d both be half asleep still, as Hyoma gripped your thigh and lifted it. As he wiggled his hips until the tip of his cock parted the lips of your pussy.

As he slid his thick cock inside you. Raw.

It’d send a jolt down your spine, brain coming on line a bit more. “Hyo,” you’d gasp, his heavy answering moan vibrating your shoulder blade. “You didn’t — what about the condom? Are you sure?”

He’d give you a high pitched whine. “Don’t want it, baby.”

You wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth as the first slow drag of his cock knocked the breath from your lungs. It’d be the kind of sex that’s steady and sensual, his cock never going too deep, wrapped up in Hyoma’s arms.

Hyoma wouldn’t truly realize what he’s done until after he’s cum inside you.

“Thought you wanted to use a condom?” You’d pant softly, scrunching your nose at the sticky, sweaty sensation of Hyoma’s belly against your lower back.

He’d stiffen slightly, hugging you. “I couldn’t help myself,” he’d mumble. It’d be easy to tell he’s pouting without looking.

“We’re never using condoms again. Just so you know.”

Hyoma’d sigh dramatically, but in the morning he’d throw out the half full box of condoms in your bedside drawer.

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if you support tr**p unfollow me. "oh i am not interested in politics" is ignorant because everything we do revolves around the political state of the world. "it's not that deep" brother, people are dying. they're being stripped off their rights. they're being threatened and silenced in the name of democracy, promise for a better world and peace. peace is not waving your flag on the ground that is soaked in the blood of innocents that you killed. peace is not suppressing minorities. peace is definitely not bombing countries to portray power. your political views and awareness does impact the future of this world. you might not choose to interact with "politics" but politics is always impacting you. wake up and speak up before it's too late.

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૮ > O < ྀིა 𝓓OLL𝑯OUSE 𝓡ADIO ♡

a celebration event for 2K FOLLOWERS!!!!! thank you so much my loves :(( i adore u all !!!

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i am so late to ur 5k event, ive been meaning to drop in for so long and im so sorry it took me a while😭💌

but anyway, you and i both have a deep and love for akutagawa 🖤he's been getting more and more love in the manga lately and that makes me so happy. theres this radiohead song - fake plastic trees - that makes me think of him (she looks like the real thing / she tastes like the real thing) not sure why but it does. moodboard would be cool 🫧

i hope this week has treated you well and that things are good for you. thank you again for all the love on my recent fics. i sometimes get into this headspace that no one likes angst (ergo, most of what i write) but i remember i have people in my corner, like you, who i love and appreciate so so much. (smut really is the only thing that gets noticed nowadays but thats a WHOLEEE other thing 💔💔💔) but regardless, everyday im glad i met you here 🤍 know i’ll always be here

a thousand apologies for being awful and for taking so long to get this done, ily bestie and i’m always in your corner. c:

⋆ ⋆˙⟡ she looks like the real thing, she tastes like the real thing..

| fake plastic trees ; radiohead |

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ᯓ★ FIRST TIME FUCKING YOU WITHOUT A CONDOM.

⋆ ft. seishiro, yoichi, meguru, hyoma ⋆

⋆ cw ; unprotected sex, mentions of birth control pills, the kind of sex where you both wake up in the middle of the night and melt into one another.

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ᯓ★ seishiro

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

For the most part, when you tell him, Seishiro would take it in stride.

It’d be funny though, Seishiro’s video game character dying miserably in the background as he stared at you, dumbstruck. Sleepy eyes wide because he can’t believe you want him to fuck you raw.

“You — what?” He’d still be wearing a semi - bored expression, but his knuckles would turn white from the harsh the grip on his switch.

You’d shake your head with fondness and a soft smile, repeating, “The next time we have sex, I don’t want you to wear a condom, Sei. What do you think?”

Seishiro would swallow the heat creeping up his throat and shift in place on the couch, all his blood rushing south. His dick would get hard just from the thought, sticking hot and heavy to his inner thigh. His shorts would do a pathetic job covering it.

Seishiro’s head would tilt, brows scrunching together. “Won’t you get pregnant?”

“I’m on the pill dummy. It was supposed to be a surprise.”

Seishiro would blink a few times and hum, abandoning his switch on the couch. Next time is too far away, he wants to fuck you right now.

He’d drag you to the bedroom and push you on the mattress, pulling his shirt off and shoving at his waistband enough to let his cock bob free.

“Sei! At least take off my underwear!” You’d chide, wrists caught in big hands and pinned by your head as he interrupted your disrobing. Your sweats would lay in a crumpled heap beside you.

“Not waiting,” he’d mutter, inching closer between your legs. He’d gather your wrists in one hand and hook his fingers in the soft fabric of your panties to pull them aside, stroking his cock after. He’d slide his tip over your clit a few times, pleasure jolting through you.

The satisfying stretch would be accompanied by a slight burn, pussy not quite wet enough for him. Not that you’d give a fuck, you’d be as impatient as Seishiro, if not more. “Fuck, Sei,” you’d moan and gasp. “Feels so different without a condom. You’re so big.”

“It’s so fucking good,” he’d whine, thrusting without your say so, pushing your shirt to your collarbone to watch your tits bounce. Seeing Seishiro’s eyes roll back would have red hot pleasure rushing up your spine.

He’d throw one leg over his shoulder and bend you in half, hands planted by your shoulders. “M’gonna cum soon,” he’d warn. “Touch yourself.”

He’d hold out for thirty more seconds, but he wouldn’t stop. Seishiro would use how slick he’d made you to his advantage, working you through your own burst of pleasure.

The sensation, the filthy noise, it’d be enough to make you feel the need to confess your sins in church.

ᯓ★ yoichi

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Yoichi would choke on the water he’s drinking when you ask.

“Sorry,” he’d wheeze, hacking up a lung as his cheeks flush bright pink. You’d rub his back, waiting for him to calm down.

“So, do you want to?”

Yoichi’s mouth would open, then close, then he’d set his water bottle down on the kitchen counter. “You’re serious?” He’d chew on his bottom lip. “You don’t want me to wear a condom?”

“I really really want to feel you.”

You’d sink down on Yoichi’s cock that evening, after he insisted you ride him because he’s “certain he’ll cum too fast if he controls the pace.” He’d toss his head onto the back of the couch, eyes squeezed shut, gripping your hips and digging his nails into your skin.

“Oh god,” he’d moan, loud and needy when you lift up halfway and sit down. You’d clutch his shoulders and use the leverage to help yourself bounce. Dragging a gasp from him that echoes throughout the room when your pussy squeezes tight on purpose.

You’d ride him slow and sweet, trail your lips over his jaw, and press close to whisper in his ear, “You love this, don’t you Yoichi?”

“So fucking much,” he’d pant. Yoichi’s hands would slide to your ass and hold you aloft, heels digging into plush carpet as he thrusts so hard your eyes pop wide open. You’d fall against him and press your nose to his temple, hugging him close. He’d be so warm.

Yoichi would finish fast. He’d grind you back and forth in his lap, cock throbbing steadily, muttering, “Sorry, sorry baby — fuck, sorry. Gonna make you cum, promise.��

ᯓ★ meguru

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

You’d be mid fuck, staring at Meguru who’s tilted his head towards the ceiling. Who’s moaning with his mouth hanging open and smiling like your pussy’s told him directly she loves his cock. He’d bite his bottom lip and squeeze your thighs, moaning your name. Eyes glued to your bouncing tits.

After several shots last weekend, Meguru’d let it slip how bad he needs to fuck your pussy raw. How he jerks off to the thought of it way more often than is healthy because he doesn’t want to push you into something you don’t want.

Drunk words are sober thoughts, they say.

The sudden urge to help him fulfill his dreams would overpower any lingering reservations.

“Take the — oh god, take the condom off, Meguru.” Your hand would press against his lower belly, urging him to pull out.

He’d freeze, pelvis pressed to your ass, and tilt his head. “Did you just say what I think you did?” His tone would be overeager, like a puppy.

“Yes,” you’d confirm, head bobbing.

The condom would be off in less than ten seconds.

Meguru’d be whiny and loud as he pushes in, hips jerking with tiny movements. “I need to cum. Now. Pretty please baby, can I? Your pussy feels so good — I can’t last.”

His cock would twitch and your pussy’d tighten. It’d be no shock at all that he’s so sensitive. “Yeah,” you’d breathe. “As long as you keep going after.”

Meguru would moan and fuck you like he’s paying for it. Head buried into your shoulder, hands tucked under your ass and gripping tight. Your collar bone would grow damp from how hotly he’d pant, sinking his teeth in as he let himself cum.

No matter. He’d fuck you through his overstimulation, not stopping for a second until you’ve had your fun.

ᯓ★ hyoma

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Hyoma wouldn’t be proud at his lack of self discipline in the heat of the moment.

You’d asked him a long time ago how he’d felt about it. Refusing to look him in the eyes when the topic was brought up because you’d been daydreaming about taking him raw for quite some time.

He’d assured you he really, really wanted to, but he’d explained he’d rather not take a single chance at having a surprise baby, even if you were on birth control. You’d respected his wishes and moved on.

Sleepy, soft sex with Hyoma is great. You’d wake up late into the night from a filthy dream of him and, with limbs that’d still be heavy with sleep, you’d shift in bed to face him. Nuzzling your nose against his, pressing sweet kisses to his mouth until he woke up enough to get the hint.

He’d encourage you to turn again, snaking an arm under your neck and letting it wrap around your shoulders to pull you close. You’d both be half asleep still, as Hyoma gripped your thigh and lifted it. As he wiggled his hips until the tip of his cock parted the lips of your pussy.

As he slid his thick cock inside you. Raw.

It’d send a jolt down your spine, brain coming on line a bit more. “Hyo,” you’d gasp, his heavy answering moan vibrating your shoulder blade. “You didn’t — what about the condom? Are you sure?”

He’d give you a high pitched whine. “Don’t want it, baby.”

You wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth as the first slow drag of his cock knocked the breath from your lungs. It’d be the kind of sex that’s steady and sensual, his cock never going too deep, wrapped up in Hyoma’s arms.

Hyoma wouldn’t truly realize what he’s done until after he’s cum inside you.

“Thought you wanted to use a condom?” You’d pant softly, scrunching your nose at the sticky, sweaty sensation of Hyoma’s belly against your lower back.

He’d stiffen slightly, hugging you. “I couldn’t help myself,” he’d mumble. It’d be easy to tell he’s pouting without looking.

“We’re never using condoms again. Just so you know.”

Hyoma’d sigh dramatically, but in the morning he’d throw out the half full box of condoms in your bedside drawer.

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HI CRUSH HOW ARE YOU

HONEY OMG HI!!!!

i’m good how are you??

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Pspspspspspst!

sending forehead smooches your way ᓚ₍⑅^..^₎♡

lem 🥹🥹🥹 ily

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how is everybody today?

personally, i’m one microscopic inconvenience from jumping off the roof.

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I like guys that are pretty like girls …

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TEAM CLOUD!!! ✨

i just have these in my camera roll….

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✦ — 7. this is (not) the end

⋆.˚✮ prev ⟡ m. list ⟡ next ✮ 3.5k words

-> hitoshi shinsou x pro-hero!reader

✮ you and hitoshi have been taken and now sit at a dire crossroads. you’ve come a long way since the start of your team-up, but can you two overcome this last act? ✮ tracklist: summertime sadness - lana del rey, iris - the goo goo dolls, dark paradise - lana del rey, margaret - lana del rey and bleachers, outro - m83, mind over matter (reprise) - young the giant, time to pretend - mgmt

the first thing you notice when you wake is the darkness of the room (if it even is a room — it’s cold enough in here that you could be outside or in some cave somewhere). 

the second is that in your knee-jerk reaction to escape, you’ve realized you can’t use your quirk. 

it comes back to you in flashes. the sound of shattering glass, the falling debris, the feeling of weightlessness as you plummeted. 

hitoshi — reaching out, his outstretched hand, his body thrown over yours. 

hitoshi. your head whips around, immediately looking for him. your head is pounding and your vision is still adjusting to the dark, but you make out a vague shape in the abyss next to you. 

you blink until you see hitoshi tied up to your right, purple eyes barely fluttering open. he looks even worse than you feel, covered in various nasty scrapes and bruises. a blood trail is smeared under his nose.

“thank fuck you’re alive,” you whisper with a breathless laugh of disbelief, trying to move closer on instinct before your restraints tug. 

“yeah,” hitoshi winces, trying to sit up. “‘m good.” the chains clink as he does so, eyes sharpening as his senses return. “where the hell are we?”

“beats me,” you reply, trying to keep yourself level. “i don’t…after that phone call it’s all a blur…”

you glance back up at hitoshi, something sour curling in your stomach as your eyes roam his injuries. he looks much worse off than you…

“‘toshi, what…what happened after the building came down?”

“fuck if i know,” he replies, the gravel in his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “we were falling, i grabbed you, and then…” he sighs, shaking his head. “i woke up.”

“this is so fucked,” you whisper. “…think edgeshot has any idea where we are?”

“highly improbable.” 

you and hitoshi freeze, your blood turning to ice when a voice speaks in the darkness. you flinch when a blinding light comes on overhead. 

“while i admit we had to make quick work of you, we certainly made sure to keep you far enough that your colleagues won’t be able to find us.”

you can’t see the person directly with the light coming from behind, but you make out his blocky silhouette — tall, rectangular with the bulky black coat he’s wearing, topped off with a matching black hat. his voice is male, young adult or middle aged, and cocky. “all of this could have been so simple,” he muses. there’s an edge to his voice you don’t like.

“i get my weapons, and you stay good with the cameras — out of my way. this little situationship of yours has been a real a pain in my ass.”

“what are you going to do with us?” hitoshi demands, his voice low and boiling over with barely-contained anger. 

“i hope you’re not expecting me to fall under your mind control by answering that — you’ll find yourself quite disappointed. as your partner is now well aware, you’ve both been…neutralized for now.”

“what do you want?” you snap, chains clanking once more as you jerk upwards. 

“what any good businessman wants, really,” the man replies evenly. “to make a statement. and to go about my operations unbothered, which until now was not an issue.”

“see,” he continues, pacing around in front of you both with an insufferable air of arrogance. “the deal was that so long as these air-headed reporters stayed out of my affairs, i would keep my operations out of the city. no harm, no foul, right? after all, i’m a good samaritan at heart.”

“you’re a criminal,” you spit, furious just picturing the slimy smile probably adorning his face. 

“watch yourself, rookie,” he replies, a sharpness in his previously level voice that makes your stomach dip. “as i was saying, no one would be hurt as long as my people were left alone. but it seems your friends at the hero commission share your — honestly inane — beliefs about the morality of it all, and have since begun to interfere with my business.” 

he heaves a theatrical sigh that makes your skin prickle. “add to that the ‘hot gossip’ surrounding you two: tokyo’s new controversial hero couple — to be or not to be? a little pathetic, if you ask me, but nonetheless attracting much unwanted attention.“ 

“you said you wanted to make a statement,” hitoshi remarks. “how do we fit into that?”

“ah, very direct! i like that about you, nighthide. you’d do great for this with that attitude, although i admit your partner here might put on a better show.”

you don’t miss the way hitoshi tenses, muscles coiled tight when the man gestures to you. 

“you know, theatrics and all. your outbursts on live tv, how eager you were to capture my workers. even your willingness to sacrifice yourself for your partner during that showdown at the docks. you’re quite the emotional one, aren’t you?”

you don’t reply, teeth clenched so hard you’re afraid they’ll break. 

“anyhow, allow me to get to the point. i need the commission to back off. as long as they stay out of my business, i’ll keep my weapons out of their city. like i said, i’m a businessman — and a generous one at that. so here’s the deal: i’ll let one of you go get my message back to your boss, and the other can stay here for me to make an example of. i’ll even let you decide who’s who — how’s that?”

your headache has only worsened, and you feel sluggish trying to process his words. sweat is beading on your neck, and while your face is hot your limbs feel cold and heavy. 

“i’ll give you two a moment, then,” the man says in response to your stupefied silence. he pauses on his way out before adding, “and don’t try anything, because i’m more than happy to keep you both.“

when the door closes, you both release the breath you’d been holding. 

“you go.”

you look up again, having heard hitoshi and not yet understanding. you stare at him for half a second longer before your brows crease and you reply with a firm, “no way!”

hitoshi sighs your name like it’s painful. “i knew you were going to say that.”

“i’m not going to leave you here with that psycho!” you reply hastily. he can’t have expected you to agree, not after all you’ve been through together. 

“so you want me to leave you here alone instead?” he replies. his voice has that practiced dryness, but his violet eyes betray the deep concern underneath. 

you scoff. “i’d hold up better than you. just look at you!” you reply, gesturing to his wounds. now that the lights are on, you can see the bloodstains on his clothes, the deep purple bruises laid into his sides and arms.

“thanks,” he says, sarcastic as ever even in his state. 

“you know what i mean!” you huff, growing increasingly more frustrated. “you’re injured, hitoshi.”

“yeah, so are you.”

“you’re injured from protecting me!” you try to ignore the way your voice cracks, taking a deep breath to collect yourself before you continue. “no more. no more of this ‘you before me’ shit, you understand? i just got you back and i am not going to lose you again. we do this together or not all, remember?”

hitoshi looks up, holding your gaze steady for a long moment before he sighs. “do you even have a plan?”

“not even a little bit,” you answer confidently. you both snort a last desperate laugh, trying to ignore the pit in your stomach as footsteps begin to come back towards you. 

for all your bravado, a jolt of fear shoots up your back when the metal door creaks open and the silhouette begins to enter the room. 

“have you both decided yet?”

it’s like everything slows down again, just like in the hotel before everything went to shit. the door opens and you look to hitoshi for one last comfort before whatever is to come. he looks like the smile he gives you pains him, and his voice is low in that last moment when he says it. 

“i love you.”

your brain goes blank, blood rushing in your ringing ears.

“what?” 

“take me,” he says, to your captor this time, brows creased and shoulders set. “let them go.”

it’s like all the air is knocked from your chest. 

“no, no wait—”

the villain claps his hands cheerily. “perfect! i’ll admit i would’ve enjoyed their melodrama, but perhaps leaving such a confident young hero a mere shell without a partner will be worth it!”

your eyes begin to well up with tears, panic seizing you by the throat as arms materialize from nowhere to grab you. 

“hitoshi, you fucking idiot!” you cry, trying in vain to claw your way forward. “let me go! hitoshi!”

it’s no use. you’re fighting with everything you have, but the exhaustion is starting to take you. your limbs ache, your chest tightens, and your stomach turns as they haul you back. without your quirk, you’re helpless.

“i’ll come back! i promise i’ll come back for you!” you scream frantically, struggling against the shapeless figures now dragging you away from the scene. 

your captor laughs, much too jovial for the situation you’re in, and anger (as well as a deep pain you try not to give in to) boils in your blood. 

“good luck with that!” he replies cheerfully, and you clench your teeth. “by the time you get back or anyone finds you, i’ll be well and done with your little boyfriend here.”

hitoshi ignores him, holding your gaze strong. his face is becoming blurry through your tears, and the last thing you see is the weak smile he musters just for you before the doors slam in your face.

you cry out once more when the sunlight blinds you again. you heave shallow breaths, trying not to hyperventilate as you stumble backwards onto the pavement. 

it’s broad daylight, but there’s no one around. you’re vaguely aware of your surroundings, of the sea of identical warehouses that goes on as far as you can see. 

the shipping yard. out by docks where you were stationed with hitoshi. a tiny spark of hope ignites in your chest, barely enough for you to get to your feet and start running. 

it’s far from the agency — from anything resembling civilization, really — especially on foot, but you can make it. you have to make it, for hitoshi. for the idiot that sacrificed himself for you, again. you owe him this and much, much more. 

it’s the only thought that keeps your aching limbs moving, that keeps you from passing out as you sprint like a madman through the streets. 

the sun is beating down like hell, and your vision is beginning to blur. you’ve tripped on the curb more than once, and your ankle is screaming from where you’d rolled it earlier. but you don’t stop for even a second until the buildings begin to look familiar. 

you’re heaving by the time you turn the same corner you do for work every day, stunned to find a crowd of familiar heroes stationed at the entrance to the agency. 

it’s all you can do to stay on your feet as you approach, but you don’t even make it to the front steps before your body finally gives out, hitoshi’s name the last breath that you take before everything goes dark. 

when you wake, your entire body is alight with pain. and still, your first thought is of hitoshi. 

“where is he?”

your voice is hoarse, your throat sore, probably from all the yelling. 

blurry shapes begin to assemble as you take in the scene, feel the light blanket over your body and the beeping of a heart monitor and two figures at your sides. 

“thank god!” mt. lady cries in relief, throwing her arms around you. “we thought you were never going to wake up!”

kamui woods sighs, trying gently to pry her off. “you gave us quite the scare there, rookie. we’re fortunate that edgeshot turned up just in time and led us to the syndicate.”

“and hitoshi?” you say again, nails digging into his lacquered forearm. “is he…”

“he’s alive,” kamui assures you, giving your hand a light squeeze. “edgeshot got the location where they were holding you both from one of the associates at their base. nighthide took a beating, but we got him out alright. only kamihara and eraserhead have been in to see him, he’s been mostly unconscious, but they say he’s in stable condition— where are you going?!”

you’re already climbing out of bed, ignoring kamui and takeyama’s concerned squawking as you pry the iv out of your arm and disentangle yourself from the sheets. 

“i need to see him!” you reply quickly, ducking out of the room as they call after you. 

getting up in your state was certainly a mistake, if your pounding head and stiff limbs are any indication, but you don’t regret it. you need to see hitoshi for yourself, make sure he’s okay. get that godforsaken image of his shaking smile as the doors closed out of your head. 

you hurry down the hall as fast as your exhausted body allows, peering in every window searching for that familiar shade of purple. 

you you wander up and down several hallways to no avail, that all-too-familiar panic beginning to rise up again, when a voice speaks from behind you. 

“they said you’d go looking for me. come here often?” 

you whip around to find hitoshi in matching hospital pajamas, arm in a sling and all kinds of bruised and bandaged up. but here, before you, alive. 

you don’t think twice before you throw yourself at him, not caring even when both of you cry out in pain. 

“don’t you ever fucking do that to me again!” you cry, tears welling up in your eyes. hitoshi grunts when you knock your fist against his back. 

“ouch, jesus! a little stitched up here.”

you ignore him, your arms tightening around him as you bury your face in his shoulder. “you asshole, i thought you were dead,” you grumble, voice muffled into his shirt.

his good hand comes up to rest on the back of your head, holding you to him. he brushes the hair back from your face, murmuring a quiet “‘m sorry,” into your temple. “i’m here now.”

“i am so sick of your self-sacrificing bullshit,” you insist, pulling away to scowl up at him. the teary eyes and red rose diminish your intimidation factor, though. 

your cheeks burn when hitoshi has the gall to chuckle at you. “well,” he replies, “now you know how i felt the last ten years with you.”

you huff frustratedly and drop your head against him again to avoid his cheeky gaze. “whatever,” you grouse. “just…just don’t do that again.”

he laughs softly, fingers toying with loose strands of your hair as he holds you close. “not if i can help it, sweetheart. don’t worry.”

neither of you move until you hear footsteps approaching in the hall, followed closely by familiar voices calling out for you. 

hitoshi peers down at the way you tense a little. he steps back a little, still holding your hand, and nods down the hall. “c’mon.”

“where are we going?” 

“just come with me.”

you let him drag you away by the hand as the voices get closer. hitoshi pushes open a door and leads you inside, shutting it without a sound and leaning back against the wall behind him. it’s a quaint little office, but you both remain in the doorway like you’re connected by some invisible string. 

you both slide down the wall and sink to the ground, still so close your knees are touching. 

“my whole body hurts,” you whisper conspiratorially, and revel in the smile hitoshi cracks. 

“mine, too.”

“can i ask you something?” you murmur after a long minute.

hitoshi laughs quietly. your old habits die hard. “yeah,” he answers softly. “you can ask me something. you can ask me whatever you want.”

you pause for a second, trying to work up the nerve — but you’ve come this far, and something tells you you might already know the answer anyhow. “did you mean what you said in there?” 

“what?”

“in the warehouse,” you reply, brows creasing a little. “when you said you loved me. did you mean that or were you just trying to distract me?”

hitoshi traces patterns on the linoleum tile below. “what do you think?” 

“i…i don’t know…” you answer honestly with a helpless shrug. thinking back on the entire ordeal is painful, but even though it’s been replying in a fuzzy blurry loop since it happened, you’re still struggling to make sense of it. 

“i meant it,” hitoshi replies, violet eyes soft when he looks at you. “of course i meant it.” he snorts, a chuckled huff of air and disbelief. “you drive me absolute batshit crazy, but i love you — i think i always have. ever since that night of the hero gala in third year, maybe even before that.”

the room is cold from the air conditioning, but the warmth of hitoshi’s legs against you spreads to your entire body. “can i say something?” 

hitoshi grins. “you just did.”

“shut up,” you reply, propping yourself up to crawl closer. 

“what are you doing?” hitoshi asks with a coy smile as you clamber over his long legs with clumsy grace. 

“just shut up and hold still.”

he hums lowly as he watches you get closer, settling comfortably on his lap and drawing him closer. you see him opening his mouth, probably to make another sarcastic comment, and cover his mouth with your own before he gets the chance. 

you can feel him smile against your lips, feel the flutter of his stupidly long eyelashes against your warm cheeks. you pull away just enough to cradle his face, pushing the hair back from his forehead. 

“i love you, too. you and your five-head and your attitude and your terrible sarcasm and those stupid rope tricks you practice with your capture weapon and your spider-man comics i know you hide under your bed and—”

he’s laughing now, ducking his head out of your grip and going back in for another kiss while you giggle against his lips. “alright, alright! i get it. love me less.”

you smile, hands steady around him. your shoulders drop, truly relaxed for the first time in a very long time. “never.”

✮⋆˙ SIX MONTHS LATER

“we’re going to be late!”

“i’ve been ready this entire time. you were the one who wanted to stop off for dessert,” hitoshi replies, calmly strolling after you as you hurry down the airport hall. you know he’s walking slower just to piss you off, so you grab his arm and tug him along with a huff. 

you grin back at him when he cries out, shooting you a cutting glance for grabbing his bad arm. 

“well, i wasn’t the one who spent ten minutes trying to pick an ice cream flavor,” you retort and hitoshi groans. 

“whatever. do you have everything?”

you pat your pockets to take stock. “phone, passport, wallet, keys.”

“hero license?”

you curse, searching your hoodie’s pockets for the little card. 

hitoshi grins, holding it up between his fingers. “left it on the nightstand.”

you snort and snatch it back from him, resuming your pace as you speed-walk for your gate. 

the sun is barely coming out, the sky painted in brilliant colors through the glass walls of the airport. you both tote your suitcases through the tunnel and onto the crowded plane. 

hitoshi loads your luggage overhead before dropping into the seat next to you. your eyes meet when a baby starts crying in the back of the cabin, followed by someone in the row above coughing, and the seats jolting as someone accidentally knocks into your row. 

you stare at each other for one second before you burst out laughing, settling as comfortably as you can (which is not much) in your small seats. 

“i can’t wait to see the beaches again,” you murmur, letting your head rest against hitoshi’s shoulder. 

“it’s the middle of winter.”

“‘toshi, you can’t go to okinawa and not go swimming,” you reply teasingly. 

he heaves a dramatic sigh, stretching his arm around you. “fine. but we’re hitting the hot springs after. we’re probably going to need it after this mission.”

you scoff with exaggerated haughtiness. “no match for the dynamic duo! although, i am thinking we’ll run into some ‘extended complications’ and have to stay a few extra days.”

hitoshi laughs, releasing a quiet, happy sigh. “yeah, that sounds like a good idea. maybe we’ll even miss our flight on the way home.”

you beam out the window, letting yourself lean back and watch as the sun arcs over the cloudtops outside. “oh, wouldn’t that just be tragic?” 

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⋆˚꩜🏕️｡. 5 ➢ PARADISE ISLAND

𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 a mha x reader gravity falls au ! -> ft.izuku midoriya, ochako uraraka, shoto todoroki, and denki kaminari ᨒ ོ ☼ prev ➢ m. list ➢ next ➢ 05 - sun, fun, and a chance at romance !

𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 entry ; 𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚘 𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚊

it’s not dark out yet but the moon is visible in the big blue sky. you and ochako had ditched the boys to explore the woods, where you’ve now found a clearing with what you’re pretty sure is a half-buried ufo. 

“this town is insane,” you laugh, shaking your head as you and ochako approach it. it makes a decent enough seat for you both to sprawl out in the shade and catch your breath. 

“yeah, well…” ochako snorts, staring up at the daytime moon. “mysteries aside, i’m sure you probably think this is some hick town in the middle of nowhere,” she says, voice airy and faraway. “a road-trip pit stop with no future.”

“i don’t think that!” you protest, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at her. her gaze remains fixed on the sky.

“i bet you did when you got here.”

you don’t say anything to that, resuming your reclined spot without a word. 

“it’s okay, i get it. i’d probably think that too,” she admits with a shrug and a rueful little smile. “and i love gravity falls, i do. it’ll always be my home. but one day i’m gonna get out of here and see the world. i just…have a little ways to go for now, that’s all.”

you sit in her revelation for a minute, mulling it over. you glance at her with a small grin. “where d’you wanna go?”

ochako pushes her bottom lip out, deep in thought for a long second. “a big city. somewhere with a lotta people and something always going on. and i’ll become a millionaire ceo businesswoman with my face on a billboard or something!”

her cheeks turn pink when she sees the way you’re smiling at her, like she’s embarrassed for getting carried away.

“can i ask what you wanna do?” you grin. “as a big-town ceo millionaire businesswoman?”

“i don’t know, i guess something useful,” she replies, tugging at a strand of her hair. “i was thinking about medical technology or something to that effect. something that helps people — i don’t want to get super rich and become a greedy asshole or anything.”

you laugh. “ochako uraraka, i don’t think you could ever be an asshole. as a matter of fact, i think you’re the sweetest girl i’ve ever met.”

she beams, eyes soft and cheeks pink. “you think?”

“oh, i think.”

you both start to laugh again, and you don’t miss the way your hands interlock in the midst of the giggle fit. 

𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 entry ; 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚒

you look up from where you’d been spacing out and staring at the water to find todoroki standing above you, hand outstretched to offer you a soda. 

you take it with a little smile and scoot over to allow him space to sit. he seems to consider it for a second before he sits a respectable distance from you despite the relative smallness of the seat. 

you snort to yourself before popping the tab and taking a drink. 

“are you enjoying yourself?” shoto asks after a moment, curious and sincere. 

you lean back, letting the sun hit your face and beam. “absolutely.”

“i figured we could use a break,” he says, “after the last couple days. beats the heat, too.”

“i can’t believe you just…have a boat,” you marvel.

shoto shrugs. “it’s my father’s. we usually don’t use it here though. the quarry isn’t classy enough for him, and he’d rather be dead that caught with most of gravity falls’ citizens.”

you mull over his words for a second, the reproach in his voice. “where do you take it then?”

“upstate. off the coast sometimes, or to bigger lakes up north. business ventures usually, we’re not really a vacation kind of family.”

“why not?”

he gives a dry smile. “can’t stand each other long enough to go on one.”

you grimace at the mental image. “man…no offense, but i hope i never meet your family.”

“my mother and siblings are decent, my father is the bad seed. but don’t worry, you won’t meet him if i can help it.”

“oh yeah?” you afford yourself a little smile at the determination in his voice. 

“of course. i may be new to the whole ‘friends’ thing, but i’m sure keeping them out of unpleasant situations seems like it falls under the job description.”

shoto permits himself a small chuckle when you laugh again. 

you lift your soda can to his, clanking them against each other and settling more comfortably in your seat to face him. “to friends?”

“to friends,” he agrees, and you can’t help the way your heart jumps at his smile. it might be the most genuine one you’ve seen out of him, especially from this close. 

“and to the best summer ever!” you conclude with finality, not at all oblivious to the way he leans back (closer to you). 

𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 entry ; 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚔𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒

“any chance you think they’re coming back for us?”

denki makes a ‘yikes’ face, staring at you for a second before you both burst out laughing. 

you’d both swam to shore after falling out of the boat earlier, and now you’re sitting on the docks drying off and waiting for the others to swing by and pick you up. 

“they’re probably gonna go for another lap before they come get us,” denki jokes. “good thing you fell in with me, otherwise ‘chako would’ve told them to keep going.”

you laugh at that, kicking your legs in the water beneath. “no way.”

“it’s true,” he insists with a grin. you lean back on your hands as you fall into a comfortable silence, watching the setting sun reflect off the water. 

“hey, um…” you look over when denki says your name, but his gaze is fixed on the ripples of the water below. he looks somewhat bashful as he continues. “sorry about the whole gnome thing the other day.”

you tilt your head, waiting for him to elaborate. “huh?”

“the gnomes,” denki replies, mimicking their pointed hats with his fingers atop his head. “i…i probably should’ve listened to the others and not run off. if we hadn’t tried taking those pictures they probably wouldn’t have attacked us and then…”

“and then we wouldn’t have stumbled across the greatest mystery of our lives?” you supply, flashing a smile when he finally meets your gaze. you give his shoulder a light nudge. “don’t beat yourself up about it, kami. no harm, no foul! if we hadn’t discovered the gnomes we probably would’ve come up on something else weird anyway.”

he gives a half-hearted laugh. “true. i just don’t want you to think i’m a screw-up, that’s all. i mean i kind of am, but i don’t want you to think that.”

you let yourself lean against him, the feeling of his sun-warmed skin against yours pleasant in the evening air. “well, i think the only thing being screwed up is this great sunset by the fact that our friends are coming back for us.”

denki looks up to you pointing at the todoroki boat, which is heading for you from around the bend.

you get up and offer denki your hand, “‘cause i think it would’ve been nice to stay here with you a little longer.”

denki smiles, big this time, as he takes your hand and gets to his feet. even when you two get back on the boat, you spend the rest of the ride in the back huddled together under a beach towel, making private jokes and laughing.  

𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 entry ; 𝚒𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚢𝚊

the drive back to the shack after shoto had dropped you all at the docks is peaceful, all sun-induced sleepiness and the breeze coming in from the rolled down windows. 

you and izuku sit in comfortable silence, his fingers tapping at the steering wheel and your feet propped up on the dash. 

staring at the gnome bite on your ankle, you give a little giggle when you run through the events of the past couple of weeks in your head. 

“what’s so funny?” izuku muses, glancing at you with a little smile of his own. 

“just thinking,” you reply. “it’s only a couple of weeks into summer and we’ve seen freaky science journals, ufos, gnomes, and a sea monster. i bet todoroki’s going to take us to see the unicorns next.”

“i told you this summer wasn’t gonna be boring,” izuku laughs, nudging your thigh. 

“i can’t believe i’m saying this, but i’m glad my parents shipped me off out here,” you marvel, gazing at the forest passing by in the window. you look at izuku next to you and snort. “even if you did get dragged into this mess with me.”

he leans back in his seat to look at you once he parks the car behind the shack, that sheepish freckled grin you’ve grown so familiar with over the years radiant on his face. 

“no way i’d rather have it. whatever comes next, we’ll do it together — just like we always have.”

𒈔 ִ ࣪𓂀 𖤐 — journal entry 05:

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📖 🪬🗝️ — from the author: done at last! lowkey feel like i short-changed the izuku portion, but there’s been plenty of love for him already (and much to come!) hope you liked! massively grateful for everyone who tells me they’re enjoying it, genuinely makes my day!! <33 see you next time mwah

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