Pairings: ms joke, aizawa, present mic x gender neutral!reader
Notes: did I write this in half an hour? Yes. Am I worried cause I’ve never written emi before? Yes. I hope you guys like it mwah!
Warnings: reader gets hit on a lot, pda but with this lineup did you expect any less, mentions of uncomfortable situations (people flirting really?), I did not edit this but I never do so
Ms joke // Emi Fukukado
I feel like Emi isn’t one to get insecure jealous because she trusts you a lot, like a lot
Any friends night or family meeting is met with a have fun and a request for photos of your day out later (she likes seeing you happy even if it’s not necessarily her that made you smile)
The only time she really gets aggravated at all is when the person is not getting the hint and backing off or they’re coming on in a weird/offensive way
So when you guys go out on dates, she tends to keep an arm around you or at least her eyes on you at pretty much all times
Not because she doesn’t trust you or is possessive (she’s a little possessive) but because she knows people are really gross
Does NOT seem like the type at all but can be kinda scary to even the largest of men while having a smile on her face the entire time
She will come up to you just to kiss you straight on the lips and ask ‘who’s your friend?’
Continues to joke around and make you laugh so she can prove that she is in fact your partner and she can make you laugh like they can’t
Is a little mean if they won’t leave but does it with a smile, it’s tight and you can tell that she’s getting aggy with the person in front of you
We love her and here ability to be majorly passive aggressive while smiling, what a darling
Eraser head // Shouta Aizawa
Okay hear me out - he actually gets really jealous and isn’t great at hiding it but he’s grumpy pretty much all the time so nobody really notices except you
Of course jealousy does not equal lack of trust in any way but he’s kind of like an animal in what’s his is his and other people should keep their hands off
Can smell bad intentions from a mile away but he usually lets you fight your own battles
Usually it’s when you come back to wherever he is that he makes his feelings known (unintentionally) and maybe pulls you closer or wraps an arm around the back of your chair just to warn others
Will only step in once you’ve made it abundantly clear and they won’t leave or, god forbid, they invalidate your relationship
He knows you can take care of yourself but the moment someone says ‘oh he doesn’t have to know right?’ Man is behind you looking like a bat
He’s kind of intimidating himself but angry aizawa is very much so and I doubt someone will stay around long enough with him quirking his brow at them in the most unimpressed way
Generally just disgusted by their existence
Always makes sure to check on your afterwards even if they were being polite, it’s more to settle his own nerves and he appreciates that you pretend you don’t know
Present Mic // Hizashi Yamada
He is very vocal about your relationship tbh since he is one of the more famous pros I feel like most people know about you guys anyway so if someone is flirting with you while he is near it is almost certainly on purpose
And Hizashi does not like that, not one bit
Not only is it disrespectful to you but it’s disrespectful to your relationship too and he is rather protective when it comes down to it
Saunters up to you two, proper peacock kind of display, and does one of two things
Now if the person is being reaaal flirty and saying things like ‘well I don’t see him’ etc then he’s going to make it very clear that the person can see him now
Holds your waist, rests his chin on your shoulder and kisses your neck once or twice until he has a your complete attention, leaving the stranger in the dust
Gets a little pouty if you tell him off for doing that instead of just telling them to piss off but he doesn’t mind cause he knows you love it
If they’re just being creepy he can feel your uncomfortable from a mile away and does what he does best - talks
Slides between you and talks and talks and talks until the person is very confused and honestly just wants to leave because they feel uncomfortable meanwhile you’re making your escape across wherever you two are
Which is when he makes a comment about how they shouldn’t give people unwanted attention if they can’t take it in return and turns to find where you went when you went
We love one loud, respectful man
I hope this made sense my loves!
Remember reblogging helps content creators! And ily all!
crisp autumn air fills your lungs with a lightness that can only come from the changing of seasons, a content smile on your lips as you bask in the sunlight.
the early afternoon rays caress your chilled flesh as you sit on the oddly comfortable park bench, small box of fresh pastries tempting your nose with their buttery scent while a large apple cider nestled between your gloved hands, iced of course.
the park was lively as ever, joggers passing you by frequently while screaming children ran through the grass.
your gaze softened as you peered at smiling parents watching on with fond eyes as the future of tomorrow crunched the vibrant leaves underneath their feet, giggling in delight.
the future. you smiled to yourself as your gaze shifted from the endearing sight of prospering families in front of you to the humbling beauty of the blue skies above, not a single cloud in sight. the future, huh?
the concept of the future has always been a sensitive subject for you.
the future in your eyes was never certain, and the thought of it used to leave you squirming in uncomfortable silence, strained smile silently begging whoever had asked to change topics.
the future was uncertain because in all honesty, you weren’t able to think far enough into it to see what could potentially unfold; in all honesty, you feared it.
no matter how many times you’ve tried to put it into words, the rough but comforting hand of your therapist silently encouraging you to continue, you have never been able to fully explain the grand scheme of your fear.
to be fair, even now, the thought of putting every little reason as to why you dreaded waking up in the morning, why every time an attractive stranger offers you a kind smile sends you into an anxious mess.
why every time you saw yourself in the mirror the only emotion you could garner was disappoint and disgust, makes you tired before even opening your mouth.
a soft breeze picks up from the east, blowing the chilled air across your face and making you smile softly as your lips pull up from the frown you had unconsciously put on while thinking too deep.
with a soft sigh, you snuggle a little deeper into the soft cashmere scarf, the beige fabric smelling like your home, but with the faint undertones of grapefruit, jasmine, and musk.
at the hidden notes of a scent that didn’t belong to you permeated your senses, you couldn’t help but smile wider, a warmth unlike any other filling your chest.
yes, the future terrified you. it shook you to the core whenever the cursed question of ‘what do you plan on doing for the rest of your life?’ is asked, but that was before. back then, you had every reason to be afraid.
but now? now you had no reason to be afraid of the glittering promise of a happily ever after, especially when the cause of it is now no more than the remnants of a memory— the slightest taste of something once sweet now bitter on your tongue.
a ghost of the past— no more, no less.
time seemed to freeze the moment those words left soft lips, hanging in the summer air as strangers continued to walk past you, unaware of the energy churning like waves between you and the man in front of you.
“who are you?”
aizawa’s mouth was parted in shock, onyx eyes wide in disbelief. you watched as he searched your face for any sign that you were joking, that this was all just a petty attempt to get back at him.
if you were joking, that means there was still a chance for him— that there was still a chance to make you his again.
but to his horror, he couldn’t find a single trace of it in your clear (e/c) eyes.
“what?”
emi tore her eyes from your glowing figure, snapping her mouth shut as she whipped her head back to look at aizawa. there was no way that he was seriously planning on dragging this out—
she might as well have left her mouth open because it dropped right back down when she saw the sheer look of heartbreak dancing across his face.
the slight sheen that had been swimming in his eyes from the moment he laid his gaze on you again for the first time in years erupted into a fountain, distraught clear as day on his features.
“w-what do you mean… y-you don’t- what?!” he blubbered, hands coming up by his face as if he were about to begin pulling at his hair.
emi watched as (y/n) took a cautious step back, seeing the wariness on her face as she watched this strange man show the early signs of hyperventilating in the middle of the sidewalk.
as much as emi wanted to record this because she felt that this justice was long overdue, the whisperings of the crowd beginning to form decided for her that it was time to go.
you startled slightly when a familiar cold hand enveloped your palm, cheeks lightly flushing when she intertwined your fingers to begin pulling you forward again. “c’mon (n/n), we gotta get going before things get ugly.” emi whispered urgently as she continued to pull you down the street.
“who was that?” you questioned, brows furrowed in confusion as you tried to recall why that man seemed so familiar, but all that came up was an empty white canvas.
emi didn’t answer you, her whole body turned forward as she continued to try and tug you down the street before aizawa could cause an even bigger scene.
but due to their many years apart, she underestimated the lengths this man would go to try and salvage what was no longer his.
“i’m your boyfriend!”
your body froze in place as your eyes widened, stopping emi in her process of escape as your body rooted to the ground where you stood.
a heavy sigh left her lips as she brought a free hand up to roughly scrub at her face in exasperation, not caring if she was destroying her makeup in the process.
things are never easy when it comes to you, huh shouta?
aizawa stared at your frozen figure on the sidewalk, feeling lightyears away from you when you were only ten feet in front of him.
with a heart that was pounding in his chest so heavily it grew painful, he watched as you turned around in wonder, eyes searching his for something he couldn’t decipher.
“w-well, i was your boyfriend, but…” he trailed off as you continued to gaze deeply into his eyes.
hope blossomed in his chest so violently it was a little embarrassing, but his lips turned up into a wobbly smile as you began to slowly make your way back to him, hand still clasped tightly in emi’s hand.
aizawa blanched when he saw the murderous glare that emi was giving him, but his attention was immediately back on you when you finally stood before him again. he gazed lovingly at you, soaking up the wide eyes that he used to spend hours staring into in the comforts of the night when the days were long and hard.
“we used to be together?” you asked carefully, still trying to dredge up even the tiniest amount of familiarity in his eyes.
aizawa shuttered when you brought up your left hand to gently trace his face, fingertips gliding down a path they’ve painted onto his skin multiple times before.
“yeah, we were…” he left off softly, relishing in your touch as emi was practically ready to combust as she saw you gaze over this man in wonder.
emi wasn’t stupid— she had been with the company for too long to know that you truly didn’t recognize to sole reason of your decades long torment.
but a small voice whispered her worst fears in the back of her mind; just because you didn’t recognize didn’t mean you couldn’t fall back in love with him.
she didn’t want to admit that her fear had cause of concern, but the amount of times she’s had returning men and women come into her office with tear stricken faces as they beg her to wipe them again after falling into the same trap again.
a wave of nausea rolled over her in a heavy wave, and a fire was lit in her mind.
she won’t let you be taken advantage of, not again. emi can recall every moment over the course of two decades that she has been by your side, every time she helped you back on your feet when the world decided to test how much your kind heart could take before it shattered for the final time.
angry tears began to burn behind her eyes as she recalled the worst fear she ever felt in her life, voice caught in her throat when she found you in the bathroom the summer that they graduated.
the amount of tears that dripped onto your face as she held you in her arms, clothes destroyed from your blood as she waited for the ambulance to reach you in time.
the sudden realization that she could’ve lost you back then has never left her mind since, and she’ll be damned if she just sits back and watches you walk right back into the fox den without intervening.
next to her, you continue to trace aizawa’s face in awe as you took in his features. deep black eyes stared at you in wonder, chapped full pink lips slightly gaped as another shiver lightly racked through his body.
long, thick onyx hair swayed elegantly behind him, pulled into a high ponytail save for a couple of strands that swung tastefully in his face.
strong, lithe arms raised a shaking hand to cover your own against his cheek, cradling it against his cheek as he gazed at you with silent hope in his eyes, pleading you to remember him.
aizawa wasn’t stupid. he knew that he should’ve reached out sooner. he knew that falling under the temptations that nemuri had casted over his mind the moment you had left to attend classes in the summer was stupid and wrong.
but he was a young boy, and his mind was weak.
seeing your figure in the hallways was like watching a shadow dancing along the walls. your fire had been dimmed, an empty look in your eyes as you lied to everyone around you, saying that you were okay and that you’d get over it. but he knew you better than anyone, even emi.
at least, he used to.
he knew that the larger clothes were to hide your once full frame becoming a shell of its former self, the concealer under your eyes never enough to hide the bags from his observant gaze.
but fear kept him from reaching out, fear of you rejecting him, fear of the repercussions from your family and friends that truly knew what had happened.
so he stayed away, heart kept locked by nemuri when he knew you were the one. but when he heard the news of what you had done to yourself after graduation, all he remembers is speeding well beyond the speed limit to the hospital you were admitted to, thanking his lucky stars that he wasn’t pulled over.
with tears streaming down his pale face, he raced through the halls toward your room, the fear of god pounding in his chest as his heart was trying to climb up his throat.
your room was only ten feet ahead of him when he was stooped in his tracks by a dark eyed emi, her clothes still stained with your blood as the fire in her gaze reached a fever pitch.
“YOU DON’T GET THE RIGHT TO BE NEAR HER!” she had screamed at him, grabbing him by the loose collar of his shirt as she shook him.
there were no words that could’ve left him as he let her tear into him, his own tears continuously falling as hers began to stream down her grief stricken face.
“THIS WAS ALL OF YOUR FAULT, AND NOW THAT SHE’S IN PIECES YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO WALTZ BACK INTO HER LIFE LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED?” security guards and nurses rushed to pull her off of him, but their frantic words were like static in his ears as he couldn’t look away from the fire in her eyes.
“YOU’VE ALREADY LOST HER, YOU DON’T GET HER BACK!”
you don’t get her back.
after that day, you had basically disappeared from his life. your phone number was changed, your social medias disappeared.
when he stopped by your house a couple of months after you had been discharged, a confused young couple answered the door and said that your family had moved a little over a month ago. where? they didn’t know.
but now you’re here, in front of his eyes for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. but something deep down tells him that even though he can see your chest rising with each steady breath, can feel your heartbeat under your skin, proof you were alive;
this will be the closest he’ll ever get again.
venom was on the tip of emi’s tongue, ready to unleash everything she’s wanted to say to aizawa since the last time she saw him in that hospital, but a gentle squeeze to her hand stopped her.
she hadn’t even realize she had tightened her grip on you in her anger until she relaxed her fingers, growing soft in your hold.
wondering eyes shifted sideways at you, taking in the gentle smile on your lips as an apologetic emotion swam in your gaze, never leaving your hold on aizawa in front of you.
when emi switched her gaze to the man in question, she realized she never had a thing to worry about.
you had always known how to take care of yourself, no matter how much you got hurt in the end.
fat tears were streaming down fair cheeks as aizawa smiled painfully back to you, his grip on your hand tightening a fraction as he leaned into your touch as much as possible, resignation clear as day in his gaze.
she watched as he closed his eyes, the tears still falling as he reveled in your caress, taking in your scent for the last time. as much as she wanted to deny it, a twinge of sympathy shot through her for the man in front of her as he realized that he really had been late, years too late.
“you’re really handsome, you know that?” you murmured, thumb gently caressing his cheek as you smiled kindly at him, paying no mind to the choked sob that escaped his lips before he could muffle it.
“you’re absolutely ethereal.” he managed to choke out softly, eyes still closed as he gave you another watery smile. a soft laugh left through your nose.
when aizawa opened his eyes, he vowed to forever engrain the shape of your face when you smiled into his memory until the day he died.
“thank you.” you replied, smile still kind. “and i believe you that somewhere in the past, we were once together because something about you just feels… right.”
another sob wracked through his body, only quelling slightly when you cooed at him in comfort.
“don’t cry sweetheart,” you murmured softly, watching as he opened his eyes to stare at you like you hung the moon and stars just for him. “maybe in another lifetime we’ll find each other again.” you patted his cheek affectionately.
“but not this one.” you gently squeezed emi’s hand, and another warm feeling flooded in your chest when she squeezed you back tighter, fingers never letting you go.
aizawa nodded his head, slowly releasing your hand as you gently pulled away from him, smile still on your lips. “i’m glad i got to meet you again…” you trailed off, still not knowing the name of the beautiful man crying in front of you.
“shouta.” he supplied weakly, hand that was cradling yours now wiping the tears off his face as they finally began to slow down, but never stopped.
“shouta.” you repeated, his name ringing like chimes in the air as you tested it out. “i like that name.”
aizawa clenched his eyes shut again in an attempt to stave off the tears threatening to come back, and when he opened them again, you were already walking away.
you turned a final time to him, to the man who unknowingly used to hold your heart in the palms of his hands, and smiled.
“i hope we’ll meet again.”
that was three years ago. and to everyone’s genuine surprise, you did meet with shouta again. not as lovers, not as enemies, but as friends. you learned what he was to you in the past and what he had done, but even to his surprise, you choose to forgive him.
“why be angry over something that is no longer chained to me?” you had replied to emi one early morning a couple of months after your encounter.
you were in the kitchen making breakfast and she sat by the table, still clad in her pajamas.
she stared at you in disbelief, strawberry jam sitting on the corner of her mouth as she held her coffee cup in mid sip, english muffin forgotten on her plate.
“but so you’re just gonna completely bypass everything he did to you? he’s the reason you had to get the procedure in the first place!” she exclaimed in exasperation, brows furrowed as she aggressively sipped her coffee.
you hummed in agreement as you looked at her from the stove, clear (e/c) eyes swimming in amusement and affection. “that’s true,” you admitted, turning your gaze back to the food before you could see the heat that had erupted onto her pale flesh from your gaze.
“but you saw him, and the pain in his eyes. he’s suffering for the rest of his life now for the actions he caused, actions that no longer hurt me like you said they did.”
you turned the stove off as you piled fluffy eggs and seared salted salmon onto two plates before making your way to the dining table.
the heat in her cheeks came back with a vengeance as you sat her breakfast in front of her, a cheeky smile on your full lips as you swiped the jam from her skin.
emi swore you would be the death of her as you booped her nose with your index finger, a laugh escaping with your next words.
“besides, i can finally have my happy end, right?”
you were knocked from your deep thoughts by another body sitting down next to you, thighs pressed right up to yours as an arm was slung around your shoulders to bring you in close with a side hug.
the small smile on your lips bloomed into a full grin as the familiar scent of grapefruit, jasmine, and musk invaded your senses completely now, no longer a lingering scent in the fabric wrapped snuggled around your neck.
“took you long enough.” you teased lightly, eyes warm and soft as they settled onto the familiar sight of emi, bundled up in a jacket and scarf a bit thicker than yours. she had always been more sensitive to cold weather than you.
a light laugh escaped her as she turned sideways to fully take you in, watching with fond eyes as you mirrored her stance at the same time. “you know as much as i do that i can’t control how long an appointment takes. if i could rush them, i would.”
you took a sip of your apple cider, pulling your scarf down to reach the straw at the same time you reached the box of pastries to your left.
bringing it up without breaking contact with your straw, you saw her eyes widen in surprise then delight as she excitedly took the box from your gloved hands.
“you made pastries again?! for me??” she gasped, eyes sparkling. you finally broke away from your drink, a smug smile on your lips as you nodded.
“of course i did, since i know that you damn well didn’t eat breakfast this morning, unless you’re still counting two cups of coffee enough to get you through the day?”
she gave you a sheepish smile before directing her guilty gaze back to the box in her lap, not wanting to see the stern look in your eyes.
you sighed in defeat, deciding to not push it any further. you know she didn’t mean to forget, but it still won’t stop you from worrying.
as you watched her open the box of baked goods, you noticed her pale hands reach into the box, not a single glove in sight on her. that, you won’t let slide.
so before she had a chance to pick up the strawberry cinnamon roll that she’d been eyeing since she opened it, you snatched her hands in yours.
quickly putting on the gloves you had just been wearing, the leather was still warm from your body heat and she shivered as she realized how cold her hands were before.
before she had a chance to question what you were doing, you grasped her now gloved hands in your bare ones, looking her dead in her eyes with that stern look she adores and fears at the same time.
“i’m not gonna have you losing your fingers to frostbite just because you forgot your gloves at home, again.” she shrunk under your gaze as you said again, sheepish smile on her lips returning. “damn, i just can’t win, huh?”
you scoffed at her joking tone before shaking your head, eyes softening. “nope, that’s why you’re lucky i’m here, or else you would be dead in a ditch by now.”
emi gasped offendedly, opening her mouth to retaliate. just as she was ready to argue back, you shoved the strawberry cinnamon roll from earlier into her mouth, efficiently silencing her. a muffled squawk left her in her surprise and you threw your head back with a laugh.
she bit into the still warm pastry and pulled it from her mouth, intent on really letting you get it once she could speak again.
but when she finished chewing and took another deep breath, she gazed at your perfect side profile as you had switched your gaze back onto the scene of the park goers in front of you, left hand coming up to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear.
her heart melted as the sun's rays bounced off of the gold band that laid on your ring finger, and she felt whatever fight she had left in her dissipate into the air.
instead she chose to rest her head against your shoulder, soaking up your warmth as she held onto your hand tightly. a small smile graced her lips as she brought back the pastry back up to her lips.
even though the scent of strawberries was strong, with her nose turned to press into the fabric of your scarf, she could easily pick out the unique notes of sandalwood, vanilla, and home.
“yeah, really lucky.”
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Plz make another with more girls, that was just adorable and it just made me feel warm and fuzzy haha -same anon from last time
=+ pairings: miruko x reader, mt. lady x reader, midnight x reader, ms. joke x reader, toru hagakure x reader, mei hatsume x reader, camie utsushumi x reader, itsuka kendo x reader, +bonus fuyumi todoroki x reader
=+ genre: sfw, fluff
=+ warnings: minor swearing, slight suggestiveness, manga spoilers?? (idk i talk in past tense for midnights)
+ a/n: awww :) anyways, i just realized that i didn’t include hagakure in the last one ;-; so she’s here instead
hi think you could do Midnight, Ms joke and Mirko reaction to their Male S/o Boxer was in the championships of boxing they were up against the undefeated champion the rules of the boxing matches quirks are not allowed Midnight, Ms joke and Mirko See S/o getting knocked down but keeps getting up as normally the champion would win in one round but there S/o was surviving 5 round but Midnight, Ms joke and Mirko notice the champion was using his quirk but S/o keeps fighting on until the 10th round S/o managed to get the champion to the ground but he got up and at the end, the champion did win the match though judge decision but S/o won something much more important S/o became the peoples champion
Midnight, Ms. Joke, and Mirko reacting to their male s/o in a boxing match when the other one is cheating and s/o is not
A/N: yesssss I love this idea babe <3
Warning(s): violence(?)
MIDNIGHT:
- she got a little worried when she saw you being knocked over again and again and again
- so she went to your corner of the ring to comfort you when the rounds where over
- and that is when she noticed a large lightning-like scar running through your shoulder
- “darling! What happened!?”
- she exclaimed loudly as she stared at you with wide eyes
- You quietly explained to her that the opponent you where facing had a lightning quirk, and he was transforming lightning to his fist to your body
- everyone exchange knowing glances before looking at you with pitying looks
- “if he does anything really bad, I might have to step in with my quirk…”
- Midnight mumbled as she stared at the wounds on your face
- the camera zoomed in on the obvious quirk wound on you
- the crowd gasped and mumbled disapproving things about the opponent
- apparently the opponent didn’t care and went to punching you as the round started
- when the the boxing match was over it was clear that the opponent who won wasn’t loved
- everyone was shoutin in anger at the refs to help you
- but, before they could you got up and smiled at your opponent
- “good game! You really got me!!”
- you exclaimed, the crowd cheered when you spoke up
- and Midnight was a little proud of you when you walked off stage with a smile on your face
MS. JOKE:
- she would go up to you and fist bump you
- “WOW THAT WAS AMAZING!!! I BET IF THE PERSON DIDN’T USE THEIR QUIRK ON YOU THEN THEY WOULD BE DEADDDDD!!!!!!”
- everyone looked at Ms. joke with wide eyes as she announces to everyone how the opponent
- you explained that, yes, the opponent did use their quirk but it was fine with you should have used your quirk back at him for self defensive reasons
- Don’t really know what to write for her so I am going to leave it here
MIRKO:
- when the boxing match starts she notices right away that the opponent is using their quirk
- but she thought that you where going to tell the ref or somebody that they where cheating
- but when the first round ended and you didn’t she got worried
- she ran up to the corner and saw that you where hurt badly
- people that had special passes to get to sit in that like very front row also saw that you where injured
- but when you assured that you would be fine Mario still sat in your corner and kept an eye on you
- so as soon at the fight ended and the opponent got the belt and things where wrapping up
- Mirko ran up to the guy ad tackled him to the ground
- “YOU CHEATING FUCKING BITCH!!! YOU USED YOUR FUCKING QUIRK WHEN YOU KNOW THAT IT IS AGAINST THE RULES!!!”
- when Mirko beat the shit out of the opponent you said that it was true that the opponent used their quirk during the boxing match
- when the ref asked if you wanted to take the credits for the win, you declined
- “no, winning the hearts of the people is more important then winning the heart of a big belt.“
The slight roughness of Shouta's voice vibrated against his chest, his limbs heavy and still from their place around your waist.
"I'm sorry Shou, but I have to get up."
You couldn't help but laugh a little. He wasn't often this clingy, it was adorable to see him so needy. This was a rare moment, coming with his drowsiness.
"You don't have to."
Dragging your fingers through his dark hair, you leaned in and brushed your nose over his. "Mmm, now you're being illogical."
He buried his face in your neck, a squeak slipping from your lips when his stubble scratched your skin.
"It's six in the morning, I have right to be."
Fukukado Emi - "stop talking" kisses
"Did you hear about the zoo animals that escaped out onto the highway?"
"Emi, no -"
"It was a real giraffe-ic jam!!"
Quickly, she fell into high pitched cackles as you moaned in despair.
You loved her more than the terrible abundance of puns that she spouts, but gods, this was painful to listen to. Especially being in the middle of an assignment that meant she should be working right now. Though she was head of the agency, the lovable queen of jokes was not exempt from papers and meetings.
An idea struck you.
"Oh, how about the one -"
"Emi."
Draping your arm around her hips, mouths meeting in a kiss that stalled the words in her throat and her breath. The tang of her gum lingered, it was lovely but tasting her sweet lips was not your intention.
"Papers. Right now."
"Yeah..." She giggled dreamily, plucking at the top button of your shirt. "Just... A second."
Takami Keigo - back kisses
Over the dip his back...
Up to the scar that spanned over flawless skin...
Betwixt shoulder blades and vermilion wings....
"That tickles, birdie." Keigo slurred, muffled by the pillow.
With a small peck at the top of his spine, breaths laced with mint fell hot on his neck. Shuddering under your affections, he cracked open a gold eye and peered back at you. Mouth dry to see that intense gaze locked upon upon him, pressed flushed to him to make sure there was no room between you.
"... Do you want me to stop?" The croon was silky, tempting.
As if he could say no.
Todoroki Enji - neck kisses
"Is this why you came to my office?" The timbre of his voice is soothing, making your head spin as you feel the rumble throughout you. "To distract me?"
Like a the bass of a song pounding in your chest.
Cheekily, you goaded him with a chirp, "You like it though."
Goosebumps covered your skin, head falling back to his ministrations. The graze of Enji's facial hair made the muscles in your legs turn to jelly whilst his hand came to drag you closer to the heavenly touch of his lips as they moved along the column of your neck.
You could barely think as the sensitive skin a lit under his touch, small gasps slipping occasionally between huffs of laughter.
He sighed, almost longingly, "....You have no idea."
A/N: Prepare to get Rickrolled in the most loving way possible! Your quirk is Compulsive Competitiveness. It pushes your body past its limits to achieve any goal as long as it's presented as a competition. Unfortunately, it can’t work if the competition is physically impossible to do. However, you could find loopholes. For instance, if Hawks challenged you to a flying competition you could try your luck piloting an airplane! Like with any quirk, this one has its drawbacks. Overexhaustion will cause fever and intense drowsiness! Hope you like it! Word Count: 1,665
(Y/n) had been diligently grading papers in the Ketsubutsu Academy teacher’s office when they heard a distinct peel of laughter coming from somewhere down the hall. They rolled their eyes and smiled, turning to the next page of the paper they were currently grading, fully aware that they would soon have their hands too full to continue. Sure enough, a few moments later the door slid open and Fukukado Emi slipped inside. She snickered and waved to the students laughing in the hall before fully entering and closing the door behind her. She didn’t take long to notice the other teacher in the room and quickly made herself at home by sitting on the edge of their desk. She kicked her feet out playfully and beamed down at the other teacher who had yet to look up from their papers.
“Hey there sugar plum! Do you like raisins?” Emi asked, completely unprompted.
“Good afternoon, Emi. Did you get Shindou You’s recommendation letter for that internship done yet?” (Y/n) asked, their eyes still scanning the paper before them.
“Aw, come on (Y/n),” Emi whined, poking at her colleague’s head, “Answer the question!”
“I don’t know,” (Y/n) shrugged, finally looking up from their papers. “They’re tolerable I guess. I don’t go out of my way to eat them.”
“Okay, how do you- how do—“ Emi fought to speak through her own giggles and (Y/n) had to bite the inside of their lip to keep from doing the same, “how do you feel about a date?” Emi finally got out before breaking down into full on laughter, a light blue aura rolling off her skin.
(Y/n) snorted unable to control themself. Their hand reached to cover their mouth as their own laughter escaped to join Ms. Joke’s. “Emi,” they tried to admonish, “that wasn’t fair! Using your quirk to make me laugh at some cheesy pickup line that probably took you two seconds to find on the internet! Have you no honor?!”
“Hey, what are you talking about? That was totally hilarious!” Emi pressed her hand dramatically to her chest, a dazzling smile over her lips as the blue aura receded.
“It doesn’t count and you know it.” (Y/n) spoke with finality. “If you want a date, you have to make me laugh without using your quirk. That was the deal remember?”
“Why did I agree to such a thing?” Emi moaned and slouched over (Y/n)’s papers, laying across the desk with her arms crossed over her chest.
“You’re the one that came up with it.” (Y/n) deadpanned. “If you proposed a date like a normal person I would have said yes two weeks ago.”
“Why not just laugh then?” Emi asked, booping (Y/n)’s nose with a gloved finger.
“Because I’m compulsively competitive. You should have considered my quirk before making that wager.” (Y/n) reminded, swatting Emi’s hand away.
“Just you wait, (Y/n)! You better find something nice to wear this weekend because I’m going to catch you off guard before the week is out!”
“That’s what you said last week,” (Y/n) smirked, “and the week before that.”
“I mean it this time! Prepare yourself!” Emi clenched her fist righteously.
“Alright,” (Y/n)’s smirk softened, “now, could you get off my desk please?”
“Oh yeah, sure!”
(Y/n) pinched the bridge of their nose as they watched Emi purposefully remove herself from the desk in the most exaggerated way possible. It was going to be a long week.
***
(Y/n)’s quirk, while not as flashy as other hero quirks, was not one to be taken lightly. Their compulsively competitive quirk allowed them to push themself passed their limits physically and mentally as long as it was a task posed as a competition and wasn’t too outside of the realm of possibility. No contests to see who could breathe the most powerful fire ball if you can’t breathe fire in the first place. However, their quirk did help them achieve the highest grades when they were in school and even when faced with stronger opponents they managed to come out on top more often than not.
Of course it didn’t come without drawbacks, a high fever and dizzying fatigue could be quick to follow depending on the intensity of the competitive event. And although Ms. Joke’s little game came with very minimal risk and required little effort on (Y/n)’s part, weeks of steeling themself, preparing for any quip or improvisation, was starting to take its toll. Even though (Y/n) would love to just give in and go out with Emi, their quirk was not one that could simply be turned off whenever they wished. There had to be an outcome.
“You okay, Sensei?” A concerned student asked once (Y/n) trailed off for the third time in their lesson.
“Hm? Oh yeah, sorry everyone. I’m just not feeling well today.” (Y/n) admitted. “Where was I?”
“Search and rescue in rural settings. Are you sure you’re okay, teach?” Another student asked, watching (Y/n) lean heavily against the podium.
“I’ll be okay. It’s just that Fukukado-sensei has been really testing my limits these last few days.” (Y/n) explained. They didn’t bother to omit the reason for their condition since Emi had been anything but subtle in her attempts. Many of them had been grand public jests anyway. It would be hard to find a single student who didn’t know what was going on between the two teachers.
“Yeah, I thought she had you for sure when Fatgum came in as a guest speaker and she followed him around with a tuba all day.” One student recalled.
“Or when she climbed to the top of the flagpole at the school entrance and the back of her pants got caught so the fire department had to come get her down.” A student from the back giggled.
“Let’s not forget that failed bend and snap attempt when she almost threw out her back trying to seductively pick up a pen.” Someone else added.
“Yes, yes. Hilarious. She’s lucky Fatgum is such a good sport,” (Y/n) sighed, fighting themself internally not to laugh at all the shenanigans their colleague had gotten into, “Now, back on the topic of— wait, do you guys hear something?”
Sure enough, somewhere down the hall, muffled music could be heard steadily growing louder and more clear as the seconds progressed. Before (Y/n) could get to the door and see what was going on, the door slid open and Emi stormed in with a large boom box over her shoulder and a microphone in her hand with a long chord that was attached to nothing dragging along the ground.
(Y/n) bit the inside of their lip hard as they took in the ridiculous outfit Emi was wearing that made her look like a poorly put together hammerhead shark. Emi wobbled into the classroom as best she could with her legs confined in the fabric of her outfit and rose her flipper holding the mic to her lips to join in with the song playing over her shoulder.
“We’rno strangers t’ looooove, ya know derruuules n’so do I. A f’ll cermmitment's whert’m thenkin’ ooooof. You wouldn' gettis frem any otter my!” Emi sang loudly, horribly off key and changed the words just enough that the song was still familiar but sounded like complete nonsense. As she continued on she waddled closer to (Y/n), occasionally tripping but somehow managing to save herself as she continued to ‘sing’.
The students in the classroom were howling with laughter and (Y/n) could feel their skin growing hotter as they fought not to join in. They couldn’t hold for much longer, but they sure as hell were going to try.
“Ner gonn give oo erp, ner gonn lert oo derrrn, ner gon rune arund n’ dezert you. Ner gonn merk moo my,
ner gonn smay smoosmy, ner gonn tellalie n’ dirt coup!”
(Y/n) could taste blood in their mouth from biting their lip so hard. They covered their mouth tightly with one hand and the other braced tightly against the podium as their quirk pushed them passed their limits until- they couldn’t hold it in anymore!
(Y/n) laughed so hard that tears fell from their cheeks. Emi saw this and smiled brightly, continuing to ‘sing’ as she basked in her victory until (Y/n) spoke between bouts of wheezing laughter.
“Cah—catch me.”
“Huh? Oh!” Emi dropped her boom box and mic to the ground with little care and caught (Y/n) in her shark fins before they collapsed to the ground. “Are you okay?” She asked, all previous cheer replaced by worry.
“I’ll be okay. My quirk over exhausted me,” (Y/n) explained between deep breaths, “I hope you don’t mind waiting until next week to collect your winnings because I’m a little too sick to function in public right now.”
“I’ve waited this long. What’s one more week?” Emi smiled, “Although I do feel bad. This is kind of my fault after all.”
“You could come by my place and make me soup and grade my tests while I sleep, that would make me feel better.”
“Way to take advantage.” Emi huffed, “Alright, not really the kind of date I had in mind, but it’s a start!” Emi hoisted (Y/n) into her arms to fully carry them and addressed the waiting students, “Okay guys free period, go nuts.” (Y/n) gave Emi a tired, warning glare, “Okay, well, don’t go nuts, but do whatever you want... within reason. See you Monday!” Emi then awkwardly shimmied out the door. One of her hammerhead eyestalks caught the doorframe on the way out which earned another round of subdued giggles from the class. As she made her way to the nurse’s office, Emi smiled down at the sleeping teacher in her arms, excited to see where their relationship would go.
Bonus:
“Oh shit!” Emi cursed as she tripped forward, unable to regain her balance with the added weight in her arms. (Y/n) jolted awake as they came in contact with the cold, unforgiving floor.
Request: “Oh my god YES. Okay, can i have some headcanons for ms. Joke cheering up yph after a tough mission? Between school and the protests, i need some of her in my life right now - @pygmalia”
Notes: Of course, enjoy, and stay safe!
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She’s getting you to crack a smile whether you want to or not
She has the best (or the worst, depending on how you look at it) jokes up her sleeve
“I know it was a tough one, but at least that villain will be put behind bars for good! Speaking of, do you know how prisoners communicate?”
“Prisoners? No I’m not sur-”
“Cellphones.”
That joke didn’t get a chuckle? No worries, she’s got plenty more. All way cornier than the last
She refuses to use her quirk, when she gets you to laugh it’s going to be an honest one
If jokes aren’t hitting, there’s one last trick she has left
Much to Aizawa’s dismay Ms.Joke will spend the rest of the day shamelessly flirting with him to try to you to let out a smile
There entire dynamic is laughable
How she’s so happy go lucky and cheerful, while Aizawa is grumpy and easily annoyed
