Dads Doing Their Best 🤧

★﹒₊‧concert

<a/n: wth is this? there's no plot, no anything really, i'm just trying to dumb my sero brain rot>

concerts were your favorite thing. the dark room with the occasional flash of light over you, it was freeing. freeing from the work and stress of real life.the strobe lights were almost blinding. i mean hell, you were still dancing to your heart content in the pit of your favorite bands concert. bands from the west rarely come to japan so when these guys announce their would tour that actually included the world, it was a no brainer. you went with your close friend jiro from the hero course and her two friends, denki and sero, which you haven't really met before. you've interacted with denki a few times in passing but never sero. you've seen him around though. him and his broad shoulders, tall, lean stature and whatever new girl was attached to him that month. it kind of baffled you, he didn't look like a player or have the douche personality of one. he was down to earth, kind hearted, goofy, and had a pretty solid taste in music. he's eyes were your favorite though. you've never met someone with such pretty golden eyes. intoxicating and comforting. like a really good cup of coco on a cold ass day. you know it may not be the best for you, but it's so good, and you're so cold, you can't help but take another sip. you don't notice you're staring at him until he turns and meets your gaze. good lord. how long have you looking at him? how long did he know you were looking at him? his lips morph into one of his signature smirks and you notice his eyes flickering from yellow to green from the blue light that paints over his face every now and again. sero looks back up at the stage as the song before transitions into a slower more sensual one. he swiftly moves behind you to wrap his arms loosely around your middle, chin nestling in the crook of your neck as he sways the two of you to the song.

I come back to this so often…

can i request y/n’s reaction to toji going to jail? like was she there for the arrest.. how did toji break the news?

partial continuation to this ask !

his crime is finally revealed ! mwahaaha. if i printed out every comment asking me to assign him a crime to go along with his prison sentence i’d be able to cover the state of texas. probs my longest work! and this isn’t even that long so what does that say about me? (poor work ethic)

prison bf series linked here !

content: angst, hurt/comfort, lots of fighting, themes of incarceration

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“can i ask you something?” you mumble, rolling onto your stomach to address your boyfriend face to face.

toji pauses, then nods, blowing an acrid plume of smoke towards the ceiling before passing you the cigarette he had pinched between two fingers.

a buzzer sounds from the tv in front of you followed by a sea of excited cheers.

“fuck!” he curses. bringing his fist down on the mattress. “i have 6 grand on this fucking match.”

you wait for his hand to unclench before tapping him, reminding him of your inquiry.

“yeah— yeah. what’s up?” he mumbles, squeezing the fat of your arm affectionately. toji takes what’s left of the cigarette back from you, stubbing it out in the marble ashtray on his bedside table.

“you never told me what you do for work.” the implication hangs heavy in the air as you wait for him to explain, the last bits of smoke around the two of you begin to dissipate. you realize he’s gone rigid.

“business, lots of things.” he says curtly, fishing a pack of marlboro reds from the side hesitantly. you hate when he does this, keeping his hands occupied so he has an excuse to not speak to you.

“right, but like..” you start, growing frustrated. “what kind of business.”

“real estate… y’know.” he smacks the carton against the butt of his hand, then fishes out a stick.

“property management. investing and all that.” he sounds a little more confident this time, cupping a lighter to his mouth with a cough.

you tear yourself from his arms and sit up on the bed, eyes cast on his. you practically feel his stomach drop from how he looks at you, movements laced with caution and hesitance.

“put that out.” you tell him. “stop playing games with me.”

“what?” he laugh’s incredulously, still trying to maintain his confident facade.

“do you not think it’s fucking weird that i don’t know where all your money comes from? do you even pay for this fucking house?” your patience had officially run out, you were pissed.

“nonono— hey— hey c’mon.” toji grapples for your hands, quickly trying to calm you down.

“you don’t do fucking real estate, do you really think i’m that stupid?” your accusation renders him speechless for a moment as he thinks of what to say.

the older man’s expression twists as guilt starts to usher in. he extinguishes the roll-up in his hand, flicking it into the ash tray on your nightstand before reaching for you softly.

“baby..” he chuckles, snaking two palms around the curve of your waist. “don’t be like that.”

“i know it’s illegal. i know it is and i’m not even mad, toji. i’m not .. i just want to know.”

he sighs, running a hand down the side of his face.

“you think just because we eat good that i wouldn’t ask questions down the line? do you think i’m fucking stupid?”

“no.” he whines. “no, fuck. c’mon.” you smack his hands away as he reaches for you once more, tearing yourself off the bed and out into the hallway.

you hear your name boom behind you angrily as he calls out for you a final time. glass shatters against the ground as he mutters to himself, heavy footsteps pacing back and forth.

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you’re not unaware of toji’s presence as the older man stands in front of your curled up form on the couch. it’s dark, probably just after 3am. too dark to see his expression, though you know he’s frowning.

he lets out a quiet sound of realization as you turn over, rucking the blanket over your head to drown his presence out. the windows are open, you can feel the chill of the night breeze, even under your comforter.

“i can’t let you sleep here, pretty. that’s not right.”

you stay silent, holding your breath as you wait for him to either leave or fess up.

it’s quiet for a while. you slowly feel yourself being pulled into the precipice between sleep and awareness. an all-consuming warmth makes its home in your chest before you’re quickly struck back awake, heart jumpstarting at the sound of his voice.

“i invest in properties.” he whispers, kneeling beside you so you can hear him more clearly.

“i make investments in properties and then i let people store.. product there.” you know he isn’t lying to you this time. you feel it in his tone.

“product?” you grumble, your voice laced with sleep. you know exactly what he means, you just want to hear him say it.

“drugs, baby. warehouses.”

it’s quiet once more as you mull over what to say back. were you surprised? hardly. you knew what you were getting into as soon as you got involved with him. were you mad? well it was still hard to tell.

“ok.” you mumble curtly, throwing the covers towards your feet and stalking towards the master bedroom. you knew now, and that was that. you gathered there was no reason to keep fighting about it.

toji stands a little too quickly, watching your form disappear up the stairs.

“wait—” he starts, head spinning at your sudden acceptance. “wait really?”

“just come to bed.” you holler, sighing dryly to yourself at the sheer ridiculousness of it it all.

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toji had a plan in place even before you’d found out what kind of business he was running. if anything were to happen to him, there would be a fund stored overseas for you to dig into while he wasn’t there to put food on the table.

he’d thought of everything, put measures in place that normal people wouldn’t even think of before it was too late.

he had your shared house put under a family member’s name, hired private security to watch the perimeter of the house 24/7, urged you to use a fake ID in public to conceal your real name, and never ever took you to work meetings.

it just wasn’t enough.

it wasn’t enough to keep his phones from getting tapped. it wasn’t enough to stop an investigation from being launched, and it simply just wasn’t enough to keep him under the radar and out of a prison cell.

you wailed like a baby when the bailiffs snapped those silver cuffs on his arms and led him out of the court room, crumpling to the floor and babbling nonsense towards the judge’s podium like it would somehow change the course of what just happened.

7 years in a federal penitentiary. and that was nothing compared to the sentence they would’ve gave him if his men hadn’t taken half of the fall for him.

toji didn’t look at you.

he didn’t so much as spare you a glance as you sat there on the carpeted floor, screaming into your hands while the bailiffs tried to pick you up off of the floor.

he didn’t say anything to you as you kicked and scratched your way towards his lawyer, hurling expletives and threats to the one person who was tasked with maintaining his freedom.

he didn’t look because he couldn’t.

he couldn’t look at you, his only girl. the girl he’d marry someday, the one he’d raise a family with. he couldn’t look at you because if he did he might risk breaking down right then and there.

he might risk grabbing you by the arm and booking it, going underground for the rest of your lives while his name slowly climbed up the nation’s most wanted list.

he could do it, without question. he’d be more cautious this time. but that just wouldn’t be fair to you. he was done roping you into his mess.

you were young, gorgeous, too good for all of that trouble. you’d worked all your life to get by until he met you, slowly letting down your walls, letting him spoil you like you’d always deserved. and what kind of man would he be if he took that away from you and forced the two of you into hiding?

toji felt himself crumble as reality began to sink in. his stomach dropped with each dreaded step towards his holding room. this was no joke. this was his fate and there was no getting out of it.

“wait.” he tells the bailiffs, whipping his head towards the direction of the courtroom in a panic. he wasn’t the boss anymore. these men didn’t answer to him.

“wait, fuck. wait!” he groans, barreling his way back down the hall. he needed to see you, needed to say goodbye. there’s no telling when they’d let you two visit or if you’d even be able to communicate. god, this was real.

god, he was a coward for giving you the silent treatment. he deserved prison just for that.

toji grunts as he’s tackled to the ground, gloved hands securing shackles on his ankles.

“get offa me. get off— fuck. i wanna see her.” he groans, thrashing as security circles his form. “nonono let me see her! fuck— fuck!”

all he can do is listen to you wail as he’s dragged down the hall, screaming out to you in hopes you hear him.

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﹒₊‧sero is the perfect boyfriend for introverts who don't like expressing their feelings. you rarely have to explain why you're feeling the way you do to him because he knows you so well he can just pick up on those things. when you guys are out together let's say.. at a party or some type of big event he looks back at you every 5-10 minutes to see how you're doing. he can read you like a book, instantly knowing if it's getting too crowded for you, or when your anxiety is about to act up. so before anything gets too bad he wisks you away outdoors to comfort you, escorting you in the car while he goes back for a moment to say goodbye to everyone inside.

various !

🍮hq! and mha! as kissing tropes i love (various)

mha !

🍮sero hc's bc i'm in love with him (s.h) prt.2 bc i can't get enough of him

🍮omg what ! part 3 of sero hc !?! this time bf edition

🍮my faves and their favorite song off evermore (s.h, i.m, k.b, o.u)

🍮11:10pm (s.h)

🍮how they crush (s.h, i.m, k.b)

🍮sero crushing on his bsf hc's (s.h) +

🍮crushing on bsf ft. Mistletoe (s.h) (prt 2 to ⬆️)

🍮 11:46pm (s.h)

🍮 rating how good of a bf they'd be (s.h, i.m, k.b)

🍮 sero drabbles 1, drabble 2, drabble 3, drabble 4,

🍈 izuku taking care of you while sick (i.m) 

🍈classy (b.k)

🍈 sero brain dump: concert (s.h)

🍈 types of crushees they are (s.h) (i.m) (k.b)

🍈 almost meeting the parents. (s.h) (alt title; keir projecting her inability to commit to anyone as she dreams of sero comforting her)

🍈 when they're down bad (s.h), (i.m), (k.b), (d.k)

🍈sero with a healer / angel s/o (s.h)

🍈how they drive (i.m),(m.a) ,(d.k) ,(k.b)

🍈 ochako as ur gf (o.u) another one some more bc i love her so

🍈 thinking about the bakusquad (b.k), (s.h), (k.d), (k.e),

🍈 when do they get slurpee’s? (multi)

🍈 shouto angst ? idk what to title it (s.t)

🍈 lil drabble abt buying a home w bkg (b.k)

🍈 date gone wrong (s.h)

spider-verse !

To be added …

haikyuu !

🍈matsukawa boyfriend things ! (i.m)

🍈oikawa head canons (o.t)

🍈 Thinking about Hanamaki Takahiro who met the love of his life in high school. (h.t)

🍈 brainrot abt Maki becoming a stand up comedian (h.t)

idc idc if we're being honest, izuku would make one of the best bfs in bnha

I just want to talk about how much I LOVE, and I mean LOVE, Kyoya Ootori, from Ouran Highschool Host Club. It was one of the first anime’s I felt I could watch over and over again, I could memories each line by heart and never forget. The kind of anime that made me cry when the series finally ended in its manga form.

And Kyoya remains a character that I will remember being a character I will forever love, He’s aloof, the cool-type, someone with daddy issues, filthy rich, smart, a smart ass, and hot asf. He’s everything in one beautiful wrapped package. Although realistically he would not notice me, I would be all over him…

Redamancy: Chapter Twenty Teaser

I’m in the middle of writing an argument Jasper has been dreading and I can’t not post a snippet, okay?👀

I’ve narrowed it down that there’s one more chapter after 20 before the moment you all have been patient for! I can’t hold out any longer🤭

Series Masterlist

Jasper

“She was also my best friend-my little sister. I told her I would be there for her and you’re making me break my promise - something I’ve never fucking done.” Turning away from me to pace in a very non-Emmett move, “Are you going to say anything?”

“I had no idea-”

“You never considered, never noticed, never asked. It’s only been you in pain. You and Edward. You don’t even see what it does to Alice every time you ask her to check on Y/n.”

Her name sends agony anew through me, a thin knife that slices flesh from bone with surgical precision.

“I’m scared.” He would’ve missed my whisper if it weren’t for his supernatural hearing.

“Scared of what?” He’s before me in a flash, gripping my shoulders. “Scared of loving her?”

iida iida iida iida IIDA IIDA IIDA PLEASE IIDA

thinking about sero going home for break and the girl he had a BIGGEST crush on in elementary & middle school is now working at his dads dinner.

<c/w: mmm one mention of reader being tall but doesn't compte their height to seros. also i think gn!reader ?? not 100% sure tho. alludes to him having a big family which you can read my hc in that here >

he's definitely the childhood friends to lovers trope... fight me on that. you were the only kid that didn't ask him intrusive questions about his "weird" quirk as a kid, and that made him feel really comfortable and safe around you. you guys were super close up until he left for UA. he promised he would meet up with you everywhere weekend and call you almost every day to stay in contact but, as training and villain attacks got more and more frequent for him, waiting by the phone until you pass out at 2am become more frequent for you. so you stopped waiting. it was hard but you soon surrounded yourself with new people, school work and your job busied you enough to keep sero out of your mind until thinking of him only made your heart squeeze a little. you started working at his dads dinner because even though you guys sorta fell out, that doesn't mean you have to with his family! plus they love you!! especially the twins. you work every saturday & sundays and occasionally go after school if you aren't too busy with school. since sero doesn't get to talk to his dad a lot about the dinner, imagine his surprise when one late night he brings in bakugou, mina, denki, kirishima and jirou and you're there taking and running out orders. literally STAR STRUCK BC damn, 16 year told you looks a lot different than 14 you. and he's definitely not complaining.

you grew into your taller stature and without thinking he just shouts "oh my god! y/n?" you turn around kinda confused bc who tf it shouting at you at 11:30 at night. but your confusion soon melts into excitement when you see your sero hanta. 5'9 now, built, and sporting some skinny black jeans with a heavky oversized beige t shirt. y'all hug, him holding on a little tighter than you were, and you talk while walking them to their table. take their orders, run them back to the chef and walk back over to continue. he invites you to sit down and looking at his friends for any hunt they don't want you there, you're met with wide and exited eyes, except bakugou, welcoming you. you answer their questions about sero before UA, answer his questions about your life now, you asking him about hero training, etc etc.

it's 12:30 when theyre all done with their food, and are walking back to the station to get to their hotel room. but sero doesn't want the night to end. he hadn't notice how much he's missed you over the years until now. he offers to walk you home, saying how it's dangerous, blah blah, it's late and dark out blah blah. he walks with you the half mile it is from your house to the dinner, and when he sees the familiar walk up to the front door, he wishes he could walk with you some more. he doesn't want to leave you. it's like all those years ago when you were his safe spot and he wouldn't dare venture outside of your comfort. he walks up the steps with you and hugs and kisses your forehead goodnight. he can feel your body tense and heat but at his action but he doesn't care, all he cares about right now is easing his way back into your life. where he belongs.

I love hobie brown. I wish british people were real..