Allerasermic week 2019 will be held between March 24-31st! The same general ideas apply. Please tag your work with #AEM19 or #allerasermicweek2019 and @ this blog! I’ll do my best to reblog everyone’s hard work. The AO3 page is still open and it has the prompts and dates as well. If you have stopped using tumblr to post your work, we also now have a discord server!
Day 1) Human/robot/“were all just cogs in the machine”
Day 2) Accomplishments/regrets/“was it worth it?”
Day 3) Flying/falling/“come and fly away with me”
Day 4) Lost/found/“Look around, my whole world is turned upside down”
Day 5) Rags/riches/“I don’t care too much for money, money can’t buy me love” Day 6) Happiness/sadness/ “I just wanted to see you smile”
Day 7) Bitter/frenemies/ “I think you fucked me up”
Day 8) Free Day
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
Characters: Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead
Additional Tags: Communication, Talking, Developing Relationship, Polyamory, Not Beta Read
Series: Part 5 of AllEraserMic Week 2018, Part 3 of New Beginnings (AllEraserMic)
Summary:
He never meant to fall in love. He never meant to fall at all.
But life has a way of making you stumble, particularly when you least expect it.
@allerasermic-week
It's impossible to miss the change. Toshinori knows, the instant he sees them, that something has happened between the two men, and that they're together now. A cold, lonely sadness grips his heart in the same instant a warm, selfless rush of relief floods him, and he chooses to focus on the latter. Aizawa and Yamada are good men. They deserve each other.
They deserve every happiness.
Toshinori turns away, trying not to acknowledge the broken part within him that years for something like that too. He came to understand, long ago, that he couldn't involve himself with others. Back then it was about preservation – of his lovers' lives, of his image, of the time he needed to train and work – but now it's about a different kind of consideration. He's old; washed up and damaged, barely living, some days. He wouldn't dream of inflicting that upon someone else. What has he to give? There's nothing left. No matter how it made him feel when Yamada chatted with him, nor how thrilled he was to draw a rare, beautiful smile from Aizawa, he can't reciprocate.
He doesn't get a chance to congratulate them until lunch. The Monday morning schedule keeps them busy, and by the time lunch comes around, Toshinori is nervous. He struggles not to fidget with his cup of tea when the two men, walking so close they might as well be holding hands, approach him.
"I believe congratulations are in order!" he say with forced cheer, pushing a grin onto his face.
Aizawa seems taken aback, and Yamada frowns. "What?"
"Oh, you're, um... Are you not together? My apologies, I thought..."
He feels foolish, and drops his gaze, wishing he didn't always put his foot in his mouth.
The sofa dips beside him, Aizawa settling next to him rather than next to Yamada, who takes the chair opposite.
"Yes, we are," Aizawa says a little offhandedly.
"But we haven't told anyone yet," Yamada adds. "We wanted to tell you first – to talk to you, actually."
"To talk to me?"
"Yeah," Yamada confirms, "if that's okay with you? Maybe we can meet up after work? There's a nice cafe just a block away. It'll be our treat."
"Oh, I really couldn't," Toshinori politely declines, hoping neither of them pick up on the nervous way his hand trembles. He grips his cup tighter in an attempt to stop it. "I don't want to encroach."
"We're inviting you," Aizawa points out.
"Yeah, please come?" Yamada asks, leaning forward as if in earnest. Toshinori hasn't forgotten that look, the way his vivid green eyes light up with emotion when he talks, and he feels guilty for thinking of Aizawa's boyfriend with even a whisper of longing.
He pushes such things away, along with his hyper-awareness of just how close Aizawa sits, as if he's comfortable in Toshinori's presence; no doubt he just doesn't see any logical reason to worry about personal space.
"I, um... Okay," he relents after next to no persuading. He tries to tell himself he can do this. He can be a good friend.
"Awesome!" Yamada cheers, and Toshinori catches Aizawa smiling, exchanging a look with Yamada."We need to go grab lunch, and I have some marking to do, but we'll see you later, yeah?"
He nods, a little at a loss.
"Don't be late," Aizawa says as he gets up, his thigh brushing against Toshinori's, and oh gods, was he teasing? Flirting?
Fighting back a cough, Toshinori manages to nod. "See you."
Dazed, he stares after them. By the time he realises they're long gone, his tea is cold.
-
Time takes on an odd quality, both stretching on forever and passing in a flash. After what feels like a lifetime, and yet no time at all, he looks up from the lesson plan he's trying to revise for tomorrow to see Aizawa heading towards him. There's a small smile tugging at his lips, the expression soft and nothing like the manic grins he likes to terrorise people with.
"Yagi-san," he greets, and Toshinori can almost imagine that there’s fondness there.
“Aizawa-kun,” he acknowledges, tensing when Aizawa comes closer, invading his personal space yet again. “H-how did lessons go?”
“Well,” Aizawa surmises, glancing over his notes. “Are you done for today?”
Toshinori quickly gathers his notes, aware of the chasm of experience between them. “I think so, yes.”
“Good,” Aizawa says. “Come on, let’s go get Hizashi.”
Hizashi. Not Mic, not Yamada, but Hizashi. It’s so casual, and yet he can tell it’s deliberate. Aizawa isn’t in the habit of slipping like that.
“I think he’s in the staff room,” Aizawa says, waiting for Toshinori to stash his papers away before leading the way out of the lounge. Any attempt by Toshinori to traipse behind Aizawa is met with Aizawa slowing his pace, until Toshinori just gives up and falls into step beside him.
“Are you sure about this?” he can’t help asking, still unable to fathom why the two men want his company. If they’ve just got together then surely they want to be alone? Surely they’d prefer to be alone, and to have the chance to explore their new relationship?
“About what?” Aizawa asks, giving him a sidelong glance.
“Tea? Coffee? I’m not very good company.”
Aizawa gives a soft huff of laughter at that. “Says who?”
Toshinori doesn’t know. No one has ever said it outright, but it’s not hard to infer. Like this, an empty husk, he knows he’s worthless. It’s harder to smile when every part of him aches and there’s no mask to hide behind. He feels less, in every way. Of course he’s not good company.
Still, Aizawa’s challenge to his assumption takes him aback, and he hesitates, stopping just short of the staff room door. “I… don’t know…” he confesses.
With a nod that hints he’s understood more than Toshinori wants him to, Aizawa slides the door open and leads the way inside. As expected, Yamada is working at his usual computer, tapping away at the numberpad.
“Are you ready?” Aizawa asks him, perching on the edge of the desk.
Yamada holds up a finger in answer. “Just a sec… Three more to… go…”
The figures are quickly entered, and, with a few clicks to save an exit the grading system, Yamada leans back in his chair, swinging around to face both Aizawa and Toshinori. He grins broadly at them.
“Hey! My two favourite people!”
“Idiot,” Aizawa mutters so softly Toshinori almost misses it. It’s impossible to miss Yamada’s words, though, and they do things to Toshinori’s heart he never thought possible. The tug of longing is so strong, wrapping around and squeezing tight, while the cold realisation that his already abandoned hope will only ever be a dream pulls him back to himself.
With admirable energy, Yamada springs up from his chair, seeming to bounce on the balls of his feet. “Let’s go!”
“Not so loud,” Aizawa says softly, and Toshinori feels as if he’s prying. He knows the two men have been close since childhood, and he can’t quite decide if they were always like this around each other, or if their new relationship has made them feel comfortable enough to relax around people.
But then, none of the staff or students are gossiping. They’ve gone a whole day at work without telling anyone – apart from him – and without anyone finding out. So they can’t be acting differently; it’s just Toshinori’s perception of their interactions.
“Joining us?”
Yamada’s voice jolts Toshinori from his thoughts, and he clears his throat, trying not to flush as he realises he’s been caught staring. He doesn’t want to think about what kind of expression he was wearing.
“Yes! I, um…”
No excuse is forthcoming. Aizawa watches him almost with concern, while Yamada seems unbothered.
“Let’s go then! I’m dying for a gingerbread latte!”
“You don’t need any more energy,” Aizawa scolds, garnering a pout from his boyfriend before he turns to Toshinori. “Please help me restrain him.”
“Woah, I don’t think… um… Are you…? Oh! You’re joking, aren’t you?”
“I don’t think he is,” Yamada says forlornly. “You won’t be mean to me, will you?”
“Oh, um..”
“Leave him alone, Hizashi,” Aizawa interjects, saving Toshinori – for now at least. He sighs softly to himself, and then realises that they’ve fallen into step with Yamada and Aizawa either side of him. Carefully, he drops back and then positions himself on the outer edge, not wanting to come between them.
He pretends not to notice when Yamada looks up at him and Aizawa gives an almost inaudible sigh, as if he’s done something wrong.
-
The cafe isn’t far, nestled on the corner of the street overlooking the tree-lined road that ambles past. It’s cosy, and Toshinori instantly falls in love with the homely, almost quaint decor. It doesn’t try to be more than it is, and the simple decorations go a long way.
Their selection of teas goes even further still, and he stares, a little in awe. It takes him an embarrassingly long time to pick something – something not too fancy, but not so mainstream that he’s encouraged to pick again – and when the three of them at last settle down in a booth, waiting for their order, he can’t help wondering why Aizawa chose to sit right next to him. He almost feels boxed in, and as the seconds slip by, their tea brought out and served, he can’t help wondering what’s going on.
“What did you want to talk to me about?” he finally asks, seeing that Aizawa is more interested in his tea and that Yamada is oddly silent, alternating between gazing at them both with a small smile tugging at his lips.
“It’s more a proposal, really,” Aizawa say with a small shrug. He rotates his teacup a quarter turn and then stills. “Although we don’t mind if you want to forget we ever had this conversation.”
It sounds far too ominous for Toshinori’s liking, and he swallows thickly, unable to guess where this might be going. Neither of them are giving much away. “Why would I want to do that?” he finds the courage to ask.
“Well, you see,” Yamada says, leaning forward a little more. He looks like he wants to be on the same side of the table as them, and is going to do his damndest to get there. “We both really rather like you” There’s a pause before he tries to elaborate: “Like-like you.”
The addendum does nothing to help clarify. Toshinori blinks at Yamada, lost.
“But you’re…”
“Together?” Aizawa supplies. “So? That doesn’t change the fact that we both find you attractive.”
Toshinori’s jaw almost hits the floor. “You find me…? Like this...?”
He doesn’t know what to do with the direct admission. It still doesn’t quite register. How can anyone look at him and see anything more than a wasted skeleton of a man?
“Yagi-san?”
Yamada reaches across the table, his fingers coming to rest lightly against Toshinori’s hand. It’s an invitation, but Toshinori doesn’t take it. He doesn’t do anything, too taken aback to accept. It would be wrong to accept. Yamada and Aizawa deserve so much more, and they already have it in each other.
“Do you like us too?”
He lets out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding, almost laughing. Of course he likes them. Who wouldn’t fall for Aizawa’s kindhearted nature the moment they saw it beneath his stoic exterior, or for Yamada’s vibrant, uplifting personality and smile that makes Toshinori’s heart ache with both joy and longing. The more he’s gotten to know them, the further he’s fallen, and the moment he thinks that, he realises he’s failed. He never meant to fall in love. He never meant to fall at all.
But life has a way of making you stumble, particularly when you least expect it.
Unable to lie, or to construct an escape plan with the few seconds he has, Toshinori pauses, and then nods.
Yamada’s face splits into a grin, his whole body seeming to fill with joy. The fingers resting against Toshinori’s hand twitch and then stroke gently, as if to reassure him of something.
“We talked, you see,” Yamada continues, his voice a little louder in his obvious excitement. “And we both feel our relationship isn’t whole without you. We wanted to ask if you’d be a part of it? If you’ll go out with us – both of us.”
“I…” Toshinori starts, trying to figure out a way to explain what he must.
“I don’t want to hear any self-sacrificing nonsense,” Aizawa cuts in before he can continue. He’s still so close, and his arm brushes thrillingly against Toshinori’s as he reaches out and lets his hand rest next to Toshinori’s too, just touching. “It’s time you took something for yourself. If this is what you want, be a part of it, if it’s not, walk away and we can pretend this never happened.”
Despite himself, and the careful code he’s lived by, Toshinori balks at the idea of walking away. He would never be able to pretend that this hadn’t happened. He’ll have to live with the knowledge that he turned down something beautiful; something precious and priceless.
“I don't know how to do this,” he breathes softly, his words not exactly a ‘yes’, but nor area they a 'no’. “I've never really been in a, um, relationship.”
Yamada looks mildly shocked by that revelation.
“Well, I'm not exactly overwhelmed with experience either,” Aizawa says to comfort him.
“And I've not done anything like this before,” Yamada adds. “But I know we can figure it out, if you want to give it a go?”
They're waiting for his answer, Toshinori realises, glancing between them and letting his head fall a little. He could so easily turn his hand and take theirs. All he has to do is say ‘yes’ and accept their more than generous offer and he’ll have something he never dared to dream he could find. He can, for a while, share in a little of their lives. He has no doubt that his presence in it will be fleeting, for so many reasons, but if they’re okay with that, with gifting him a little joy…
“Yagi-san?” Aizawa prompts gently. “Will you go out with us?”
His hand now trembling, Yagi Toshinori does the most selfish thing he’s ever done, and, with a lick at his dried lips and a turn of his wrist that accepts their touch, he says: “Yes.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Sex Me at Night and Feed Me in the Morning (1467 words) by pt_tucker
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Yagi Toshinori | All Might
Additional Tags: POV Yamada Hizashi, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Alpha Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Omega Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Fluff, Domestic Fluff
Series: Part 1 of AllEraserMic Week 2018
Summary:
Heyo everyone! Today is the start of AEM19! Don't forget to tag your work with AEM19, allerasermic week or some variation of it or at the blog! I'll try to reblog anything I see. If you posted something and it isn't reblogged, feel free to reach out and tell me I missed reblogging your work! Good luck everyone and I hope it'll be fun!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
Additional Tags: Angst, AEM Week 2019, POV First Person
Series: Part 2 of AllEraserMic Week 2019
Summary:
"However, the story begins much much earlier than now.
It begins in a world where heroes still meant something.
It begins in a world where the Symbol of Peace still stood.
Where the Voice Hero still screamed his way into your hearts.
It begins in a world where I was the luckiest man in existence."
Permission to post from Nemi-Birb
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
Additional Tags: AEM week 2018, Angst, POV First Person
Series: Part 2 of AllEraserMic Week 2019
Summary:
"All around the world people wait...wait for midnihgt. They wait for the Midinght DJ to play his mysterious show...Listeners, keep tuning in, you make us whole"
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
Additional Tags: Polyamory, Angst, AllEraserMic week 2019
Series: Part 1 of AllEraserMic Week 2019
Summary:
"Tick, Tick, Tick, Tock
The clock strikes midnight. "
For AEM Week 2019!!!
Permission to post from Nemi-Birb
