#mic x reader

[hitoshifan69]

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With Izuku Midoriya / Deku, Katsuki Bakugo / Kacchan, Denki Kaminari / Chargebolt, Tamaki Amijeki / Suneater, Shota Aizawa / Eraserhead, Hizashi Yamada / Present Mic, Keigo Takami / Hawks, and Dabi / Toya Todoroki.

[moonlitwaffles]

HIIII!! Hope youre doing well! I saw you were doing phighting and would like to ask a Valk x reader fluff please! 👉👈

Thank you in advance if you decided to write this, its alright if you dont :D

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄

˖᯽ ݁˖ valk [phighting!] x reader

summary : dating valk headcanons!

tags : no use of y/n , fluff , Valk being Valk , no implication of reader's gender , short jokes , Valk liking reader's chest

a/n : YAY FIRST PHIGHTING FIC I HOPE THIS WAS TO YOUR LIKING

☀️Let's start off by saying, you are getting PAMPERED 🌻He is going all out for you, nothing is too good for his beloved~ 💛He'd probably ask you constantly about things you like, and if you refuse to tell him, he's searching for anything he can find--a wish list, your amazon account if they have that in the crossroads, etc. 🎤Anything that reminds you of him is goin into his cart. Done deal. Try to protest and he's gonna hide it in your closet or in your bag and run away like it's a bomb. ☀️He and Dom will fight over whose team you should be on during phestivals. 🌻Speaking of Dom, the two of you will make fun of Valk's height, regardless of your own. 💛His voice gets even more high pitched when he's flustered. 🎤His favorite part of your body would be your chest. He finds your heartbeat very soothing, and because of his height, (depending on your own), his head is on your chest everytime you hug. ☀️Will debate with you over the things he likes. Which flavor's better, which dessert's the best, etc. 🌻Proudly shows you off to every social media platform he can get his claws on. During concerts, he'll give you shout-outs, and even let you come on stage with him. 💛Despises when people see you as lower than him. A part of dating him is dealing with his fans and the hate that comes with being his lover. You'll have to try to get used to it. 🎤Loves kissing your face. His hands will slide up and down your sides as he peppers kisses on every square inch of skin on your face. He'll also kiss every insecurity you have, and won't stop praising you for it until you admit how stunning you are. ☀️If you have hair, be prepared because he will be constantly playing with it. 🌻Will BEG you to let him give you a makeover. If you still say no, he'll give you the puppy eyes. If you STILL say no, he'll try to butter you up until you say yes (congrats if you managed to resist him for this long) 💛More of a talker than a listener. Be ready for your ear to be talked off. 🎤Notoriously inept at cooking. You'll have to teach him how. ☀️Likes being little spoon, although most of the time, he has his head on your chest. 🌻VERY easy to make him blush. 💛His hair is the softest thing you'll ever feel. He will whine as much as inphernally possible if you steal his shampoo and conditioner. 🎤Loves it when you call him Mic or Microphone instead of Valk. You're one of the only people who can get away with calling him that. ☀️Please take care of him he's such a sweetheart <3

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[cybertronianwriter]

Midnight cuddles - Taco x Mic x reader

Gender neutral fluff, reader is dating Taco and may be dating Mic

While competing on season 2 of Inanimate Insanity, you had gotten very close to Mic. How close? Well... that's for you to say. It's hard for you to tell yourself.

During this all Mic introduced you to her girlfriend that the rest of the cast didn't know was still around, Taco. The moment you met the jaded Brit you immediately felt yourself falling for her. She was snippy and jaded, but she had every right to be and you almost found it endearing. It wasn't long before you were asking her to officially be your girlfriend and she had said yes with palpable shock in her voice.

It was midnight when you and Mic were called into the woods to visit with your dear Taco. The two of you obviously scrambled, not knowing why she would call you at such a late hour. Was she hurt? Was her plan jeopardized?

When you arrived the usually composed woman looked... a bit pathetic? She was cold and looking up at both of you. She had called you there to lay with her for warmth. Ahh, so that's what was so urgent. She had gotten cold.

Of course you would never pass up a chance to cuddle your girlfriend, so you found a comfortable spot of grass against a bush and pulled her into your chest. Taco tried to suppress a squeak but ultimately gave in, leaning against you as you traced a hand up her shell.

You pressed a gentle kiss against her forehead, reaching over on your other side to hold Mic's hand. With the three of you, you were sure to warm up Taco in no time.

Taco let out a soft hum, with Mic absentmindedly echoing it. God she was just so cute. How did you ever get so lucky, you wonder?

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

Hi hi :)) can I request Erasermic x reader (platonic) hurt/comfort when the readers’ bio parents die? A little lore for this ask but you don’t have to include this- basically readers mom was a vigilante and villains wanted to get revenge on her, so reader was taken in by UA to keep her safe and she ended up joining class 1-A. Fem! Reader pls Thank you so much <33

Hi hi! <3

Of course I can! I poured every bit of talent I could scrape outta my system for this one lol cus I wanted it to be good omnskdn

Lemme know if you want a part 2! I have loads of ideas for this!

Y'all listen to Scott pilgrims fairy fountain theme slowed down for this please I promise you it just hits different in so many ways ah-

Also have I been calling present mic "president" mic before this fic? 💀💀

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𝐄𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐢𝐜 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜) - 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐞

Bright eyes wander over the ground below from a distance, stare unwavering and expression cold. The floor dances with the fall of each raindrop, concrete becoming an expanse of colour as the light from nearby streetlamps reflect off the water.

The world looks so untouched from here, stories above ground at the height of UA's rooftop. Noone's around in this kind of flooding rainfall, and kids and parents alike take cover from the raging storm from above. It's a magical sight.

The only drop of colour radiates from the dancing reflections of the floor, like a TV gone static. The sky is clouded and there's no sight of sunlight, casting a gloomy blanket over the skyscrapers that try so desperately to touch it.

It's at this point where you lose a sense of yourself, drenched in rain down to the bone, hair flattened and clinging to your forehead. It feels so good to feel so raw like this, each raindrop stinging your skin as it hits you, grounding you in a way that nothing else ever could. Grief weighs on your chest like an asthma attack, restricting your breath through the lump in your throat. You're can't even distinguis between the rain and the tears that you assume are still falling.

It wasn't raining when you had first sat down here, and although the sky was clouding and the atmosphere was heavy from an oncoming storm, you didn't really mind either way. You would guess it's the perk of having a water reliant quirk. Sitting in the rain brings you relief that eases something deep inside, and you find yourself drawn to it like a month to flame.

You needed something to use as a crutch, and the rain was a good enough substitute for you. It would make a good enough substitute for the embrace you'll never get from your parents again. The thought has another strained sob wrenching itself from your chest. The corners of your mouth pull into a half-frown, like you're trying to avoid fully breaking down. Or like you're afraid of what might happen if you did. Your front teeth worry at your bitten up bottom lip, trying to keep any other involuntary cries stuck in your throat so they can die there.

You'd gone past the apathy of denial a few days ago, but at this point, you can deny no longer the fact that they're gone.

Now, you have nothing.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the hinges of the rooftop door creaking loudly, no doubt rusting from the heavy rain over the years. You don't even turn your head.

"__...?"

Aizawa sees no movement from you. It's not like he was expecting you to be bouncing off the walls, anyway.

"Come on, it's time to go."

His tone is grave, heavy with the weight of your parents on his mind. President mic stands a few feet behind him, eyes filled with remorse at the sight of you like this. You're almost catatonic, stricken with heartbreak. Noone's ever seen you so lifeless before. Not even the most intense depressive episodes have left you like this.

Aizawa leaves the shelter of the doorway without an ounce of hesitation, the black of his clothes saturating with the onslaught of heavy rain, which soaks into the shoulders at first, and then hits him from the from with a change in the wind.

From the corner of your vision, you see a hand reaching out to you, willing to pull you from the depths of despair and into a state of recovery. Your chewed up bottom lip wobbles for a second as you take the hand blindly, and suddenly you're enveloped in your sensei's warm embrace. It's so sudden, and it's just the comfort you needed to let go of your inhibitions, warm tears bonding with the streaks of cold rain that travel down the planes of your face.

"I didn't- I didn't think it would end like this! Is it all my fault?! 'Cause whatever I've done- I- I promise-... It wasn't supposed to end like this!"

Aizawa is no stranger to comforting those going through the loss of a loved one, though he never thought he would have to deliver such a harsh truth to his own student. It reopens a few old wounds, but it's not something he's worried about right now when you're in this state.

"I promise, there was nothing you could've done. You were put here to avoid you possibly suffering the same fate as your parents. They wanted you safe."

As much as you wish it wasn't true, you know it is. There's nothing you can do now. Was everything supposed to feel so hopeless and empty when you're training to be one of the strongest heroes there is? Shouldn't it be the opposite?

You can't stop yourself from crying into Aizawa's chest while he guides you back inside, careful not to have you slipping over. Neither teacher say anything as you descend the school stairwell after hours, and you're left with a comforting silence that's much less desolate than before.

[animeomegas]

That friendly ex ask was so wholesome! Can you do it for Aizawa and Present Mic?

I'm glad you liked the post! I'm happy to do another few parts to it.

So, same scenario as before, your ex has come into your home to drop off a few bags of stuff while they drop off your pup.

They see your current mate and apologise for intruding.

Mic:

"No, don't worry about it! Take as long as you need!" Mic said. "I don't mind how long you stay as long as I get to have cuddles with my favourite listener!"

"Hizashi!" your pup squealed, running over to him immediately and throwing himself at your mate. "I missed you!"

"Aww, I missed you too, little listener!" Mic said, spinning him around while he squealed in delight.

"You know," your ex said, leaning over to you. "I've heard of a lot of people trying to one up their ex so their pup likes their house more, but damn, you really had to take it to another level and marry his favourite hero, huh?"

"Yeah, sorry about that," you laughed awkwardly. You knew he was only joking, but it felt like you should apologise anyway.

"Nah, don't apologise," he said, waving you off. "It was such a power move, I have to respect it."

You snorted and you both started laughing. Mic turned to you both with a grin, your pup settled on his shoulders.

"What's the joke?"

"It was nothing, babe, don't worry about it."

"Yeah, I should get going anyway, I've intruded long enough," your ex said, grabbing his bag.

"No, why don't you stay for dinner?" Mic said. "It'll be ready in a few minutes and I made plenty."

Your ex hesitated, but you could tell that he was happy to receive such a friendly invite.

"Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Of course not!" Mic said, voice a little too loud. "You've brought us more than enough food over the years, it's our turn to pay it back."

"I'd love that, thank you," your ex said earnestly.

"Does that mean I can show oma my room here?" your pup said excitedly, climbing down Mic awkwardly.

"Sure buddy," Mic said, ruffling his hair. "You can go and show your oma your room, but you have to come down when dinner's ready okay?"

"Okay Hizashi!"

Aizawa:

"It's fine," Aizawa grumbled, not unkindly but not particularly warmly either.

"Er, actually, darling, why don't you go put your backpack upstairs?" your ex said suddenly, and you picked up on the cue that there was something to be discussed without your daughter in hearing range.

"Okay..." your daughter said slowly, squinting at you all suspiciously. "I can come back down though right?"

"It's pretty late," you interjected. "So why don't you get your pyjamas on too? You can show oma your elephant onsie."

"Okay appa! I'll be back oma, don't leave, okay?"

She ran up the stairs on all fours, leaving the three adults standing in the kitchen.

"You okay?" you said to your ex as your daughter left.

"Yes, I... I just wanted to say thank you," he turned to face Aizawa, who looked a little bewildered and uncomfortable to be the centre focus.

"I've been fighting with her school about her being bullied for months and nothing has been changing, but you went to speak to them once and things are already improving... I don't know what you did, but thank you."

Aizawa looked massively uncomfortably but cleared his throat to speak anyway.

"Of course, it was no problem," he said. "It was my duty as a hero and a teacher and a step parent."

"Still," you ex pressed. "Thank you."

Then he hugged your mate tightly.

Aizawa flailed a little before awkwardly patting your ex on the back.

"You're welcome?"

You stifled a laugh as you watched your friendly and touchy feely ex hug your reserved and awkward mate.

"Oma, I think you're scaring him," your daughter, standing on the stairs wearing her onesie, stage whispered.

Your ex laughed, pulling back and grabbing his bag.

"I should go, but, thank you," he said, emphasising the final words. "I'll see you next week darling."

[acheez]

HORNY TEXTS | hizashi + aizawa

[vrisrezis]

OMG I FORGOT U WRITR FOR BHA! Can you plz write how a platonic relationship with Hawks, Midnight, Mic, and Easerhead? 🥰

I always see romantic stuff with Hawks (and I totally get it, he's hawks~ 😘) and wondered what platonic relationship with him would be like.

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE SEEING PLATONIC STUFF FOR THEM!! Ofc.. I wouldn’t mind dating them all but I love platonic shit too 🙄

Also in this instance you are besties!

With hawks, I imagine he has a hard time opening up despite how close you are. This doesn’t mean he won’t listen to you though, or that he isn’t comfortable around you. On the rare chance he does (which truly shows your bond bc holy shit he’s opening up to you) he would wanna pretend that never happened .. so please forget about it.. it’s hard for him to be close to people, so it’s more likely you’re tough and can protect yourself. He’s the number 2 hero after all, lotsa villains might use you against him and he doesn’t want that. He’s pretty chill around you with things and probably talks about a lot of pro hero stuff. (For the most part). He likes going out to eat with you, (his treat) or spending some quality time at your place just lazing around. He likes to usually chill with you since he usually can’t be lazy. Would love to fly you around to get a nice view of the city though, even if you’re scared of heights. (He’ll simply tease you and tell you you’re fine).

Midnight is such a sweetheart actually! Always looking after you, making sure you’re doing alright and whatnot (especially if you’re not a pro hero or not good at protecting yourself lol). She loves doting over you and she acts like a bit of a mother at times but she can’t help herself! Would be the kinda best friend that is like “you could do no wrong” sorta thing. She loves loves LOVES having you around at all times, after a days work just loves going out and getting a few drinks with you. If you’re into it, would love to do your hair and nails and shit like that and just loves having a grand old time with you. She may playfully flirt with you from time to time, but it’s all in good fun and it doesn’t mean anything! (Unless you want it to lol). Usually likes to go shopping with you and just doing some training (especially if you’re not that strong lol, she wants you to be able to protect yourself).

Present mic loves taking you out to places all the time! Sometimes even aizawa will accompany you guys. It’s not hard being friends with him, he’s so friendly it’s hard not to love this boisterous dude. He’ll totally buy you shit like all the time, but he can get a bit overboard so you have to tell him not to buy you so many damn gifts. He can’t help it sometimes, he gets excited and wants to show you how much he cares about you and how much he values your friendship! As you’d expect from the radio host, he loves to put on music and dance with you and be goofy, maybe even get a little drunk while tryna have a fun time with you! He’s a loud guy and he loves being out and about, so he likes taking you to nice places to have some good fun. He crosses me as the type of friend to introduce you as his bestie, and he calls you bestie unironically like all the time. Also would probably remake like dumbass meme pics with you? “You’re just a little hater” “and?” Those kinda memes .

Aizawa likes to chill and laze around with you when you’re hanging out, as you’d expect. Might go to a cat cafe with you or something but that’s the most adventurous he gets. Play with his hair! Give him new hair styles! Do his nails! He loves that shit (but he ain’t gonna admit it lol). Likes baking with you, doing stupid shit that dads probably do. I feel like people think he’s very protective, but he’s not. To an extent, he can be? Like if you’re not that strong he needs to worry about villains of course, but he’s relatively chill. Kinda sits back and lets you do your thing but he’s totally the friend that gives you unwanted advice and when you don’t take it will say “told you so” he’s more protective in the sense of the people you spend your time with. Like he won’t do anything about it but he will say “they’re not good for you. Don’t like em” this rarely happens, it’s only with people that are actually not good to be around and he can see it. This goes for s/o’s too. He just wants you to be with somebody that’s good for you.

[h2bakugou]

Yes yes yes yesyesyesyesyes ok!! So then can I request present mic? Doing anything??? No I’m kidding I do actually have a prompt. I was thinking abt mic’s radio show and specifically, if he had an s/o who wrote music. Bc u know he would help them produce it and then play it nonstop on air aaaaaa

a/n: yes!! present mic love!! i love him so much i swear! <3 he has my heart dkdkmn this is such a cute request please- i apologize for the late posting!!

summary: you're an ambitious, gleeful, songbird at heart, and though you're quirkless, you've captivated the heart of the music-loving, radio show hosting, loud, sweetheart, present mic!

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

word count: 1.3k

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You started as an intern. A beaming smile on your lips most days, always happy to be in the studio with Mic when he was teaching you the ins and outs of radio hosting.

You'd majored in music business, the end goal in mind of writing and releasing your own music, though most of your plans had fallen through, the only opportunity to get you back on your feet after college being this deal you couldn't pass up.

Co-hosting with Present Mic on his own radio show.

The offer had actually been given to you by one of your superiors at the studio you worked at, having seen your optimism when it came to writing music and your love of music in general.

They wished you good luck and would always welcome you back if things didn't go so well. But you kept your head up high and marched into that studio ready to take on the world alongside the loud blonde.

And down the line, three years later, you were surprised to say the least.

"Your coffee as usual." Hizashi sets down the patriotic blue U.A. thermos sent out to the teachers at the beginning of the year. Since you'd practically moved in 'unofficially' with Mic, unofficially because you weren't technically allowed to stay due to the fact you didn't work for the school, rather employed by Mic himself in his private studio, but you were the tiny exception since you did technically work in the school.

"Thanks! Hey, I was wondering if you could check this new thing I've been working on and give me some criticism, it's just a rough draft, the lyrics just kind of came to me after a shot or two at Vlad's birthday party the other night." You giggled as you tossed him the flash drive containing your latest project, the sensitive information contained on the tiny disc landing in the palm of your boyfriend's hands.

"Another song? You're blessing my ears so early in the morning. I'm dreaming! Pinch me!" He teases. Mic's been the biggest supporter of your music since he overheard the pipes you had.

You'd had that kind of night the second week of your internship, battling the oncoming hangover after drinking with your cool new pro-hero teacher friends, your thoughts turning to lyrics as you worked in the studio, the only light being the small lamp on the side Mic kept when he worked late too.

He'd forgotten his room keys in the studio again, something you realized he did often and as he stopped by to pick them back up, that's when he heard you. You sounded so angelic, almost as if you were some sort of angel.

At first, he thought maybe it was just a recording or some sort of dare he say, Melodyne filter while you were messing around in the mic at night.

But you weren't. Your authentic voice shell-shocked him, and he sort of listened to you the entire night until you nearly pissed your pants turning around and seeing him.

“Yeah, it’s nothing special really-” You’re back to reality as Mic quickly has his headphones over his ears, a large grin on his lips as he listens, his fingers tapping away to the beat already.

You work on other tasks, filtering through requests and putting them in the queue while Mic listens to your song, his heart pounding. You were so talented and he’d wish you’d give yourself a bit more credit. You have what it takes to make it big, and he’d support you every step of the way.

“You know with this and the other tracks you have, you’d have enough to push out an EP. All you need is a bit of marketing and producing, and I’d be more than willing to help!” Mic smiles, wheeling over to you, pressing an encouraging peck to your cheek.

“It sounds great, but who would wanna listen to what I write?” You giggle, toggling an advertisement as you glance over at the blonde.

“How about this, You let me help you, I’ll spread the trial around here at work and if it gets good reviews, we publish.” Hizashi is nothing short of persuasive, and for the rest of the week he has you in his studio, adding layer after layer, fine-tuning and weeding out bits of the collection of songs you’d written until you have an EP.

Long nights fueled by coffee, water, and tea, and takeout eventually land you with the very first copy of your own EP. 

In your hands, it’s palpable. It’s real. It doesn’t have any cover art, or a title, let alone who sang it, but Mic hands you a sharpie and you feel this fire coursing through your veins.

You feel more than accomplished.

You scribble some title down that you’d work on later and messily sign your name for Mic to make copies and then throughout the next week, you’ve got dozens of messages flooding your inbox telling you to drop it on some streaming platforms.

And the following night Mic is consoling your tears as you hit your first 100 streams. 

“I’m so proud of you.” He coos, kissing your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his kisses, patting you on the head.

“You’re so cheesy.” You tease him.

“Says you! You named an entire song after me.” Mic huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What if ‘my beloved’ was about Marty?” You giggle. Marty, the sparkly, beautiful, elegant, beta-fish you’d adopted as the studio mascot swam around in his tank, decked out with super cool aquatic music themed stuff.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Mic laughs, his long blonde hair sweeping over his shoulders. 

“Your hair always looks so nice down.” You snuggle into him, your fingers twisting around the ends. Hizashi shakes his head and stares down at you.

“And you’re as radiant as ever, my love.” Hizashi pulls you into him, snuggling his head into your neck, placing a gentle kiss to your skin as he holds you near to him.

“Do you sing, ‘Zashi?” You ask quietly.

“No comment.” Mic giggles, his laughs tickling your skin.

“Would you work on a song with me?” You ask sweetly.

“I would love to.”

Callers chime in every so often for requests, since Mic loves to annoy the listeners by playing your EP track by track almost daily. You have to knock some sense into him telling him that there’s a quota to fill and while you love how he supports you, you’ve got them stuck in your head too.

And when you play them every so often, your heart warms when someone requests one of yours to play. Even more so, when your songs rise to much more notable fame, you’re working on your own album, with the lovely producing of Mic, and it even features a lovely duet between the two of you.

In fact, something you’d found out with having so many connections to pros, was the amount of hidden talent.

You’d requested a song with Kyoka Jiro, the beautiful voice you’d heard at the school festival had belonged to her and you’d been wanting to work with her since she also shared a love for music, and though she was young, she seemed rather happy to sing, even if she might’ve been shy about it first.

An unlikely duo might’ve come from a dare, Hawks. While he was rather against the idea at first, his voice was smooth and mellow, and it clashed with yours perfectly for some sort of sappy anti-romantic love song. Whatever the case, it made charts. 

But Mic continued to be your biggest supporter, no matter how or if you got big. You’d always find your way back into his arms, messing around with him on the radio show, and dodging paparazzi whenever you two left campus.

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