SAVE MEEEEEE

Save The Last Dance For Me.

NOW PLAYING: Michael Bublé — Save The Last Dance For Me

SYNOPSIS: It’s your last night as an engaged couple. So, obviously, he takes you out on the town to celebrate.

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Established Relationship || AgedUp!Sero X Fem!Reader || SongFic Fluff

A/N: Dudes i spent too long making that header graphic. also this was a shit idea i got this morning so now you get this. listening to a sero playlist, this song showed up, IMMEDIATELY got a fic idea. have fun reading this crap lmao. uuuhhh as for ages, both of you are 24-26. Sorry for it being Fem!Reader. I will absolutely try to make something GN! in the future i promise 😭 he’s probably gonna be ooc ugh

“Now you can dance every dance with the guy Who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight And you can smile every smile for the man Who held your hand beneath the pale moonlight”

“You ready?” He asks, grinning at you. All his. You had been for the past few years — seven years together, three spent engaged. But tomorrow was the day the knot was officially tied, and you were properly married. You nod excitedly, stepping out of the car after he opened the door for you.

What better way to celebrate than a night out?

“But don't forget who's takin' you home And in whose arms you're gonna be So darling, save the last dance for me”

He laughed from the bar, watching you. You were having fun. That was all that mattered. He knew you were his and his alone; your loyalty had been tested so many times when he went off with his hero work. You hadn’t cheated. Not once, not ever. So, he didn’t care what you did.

Sero watched you with a smile, feeling his chest ache with sheer love. It was hard to think you’d be his wife in the morning- But that was just the truth. And he was thankful for that.

“Oh, I know that the music's fine Like sparklin' wine, go and have your fun Laugh and sing, but while we're apart Don’t give your heart to anyone”

You were dancing. It was fun. Sero didn’t care what you did. You loved that about him. He was so confident in just letting you do what you wanted. Which, he was right to be confident in it- You were his. You knew it, and you loved him.

You could feel his eyes on you. You liked that fact. Your freedom was something that made him feel good. Seeing him all smiley the way he always got… It was nice.

“And don't forget who's takin' you home And in whose arms you're gonna be So darling, save the last dance for me”

He remembered your first date. It was back in U.A.’s halls; you’d been dumped, and he’d comforted you. He just sat there and rubbed your back in small circles, letting you cry and rant about your ex. Sure, it wasn’t a “date”, but it was what got his number in your phone. Originally, it was so you could call him when you needed comfort.

It was hard to think that the sad girl he’d found in the hallway was becoming his future.

“Baby, don't you know I love you so Can't you feel it when we touch I will never, never let you go I love you oh, so much”

You remembered the official first date. He’d taken a walk around campus with you, then took you to a boba place. You nearly started snickering. It felt like so much back then. Compared to the current lifestyle you two shared, that first date was so simple.

“You can dance, go and carry on 'Til the night is gone And it's time to go If he asks if you're all alone Can he walk you home, you must tell him no”

You flopped into the chair next to your soon-to-be, grinning at him tiredly. “Do you wanna dance, pretty?” Hanta cooed, holding out a hand for you to take. You did. You smiled as he pulled you up and out onto the floor.

“'Cause don't forget who's taking you home And in whose arms you're gonna be Save the last dance for me”

You could smell his cologne as he spun you once, twice around. It was nice. “You’re so pretty, y’know that?” He asked you softly, his raven hair brushing around with the movement of your twirls. You looked away with a tiny smile, barely pulling back to offer a small nod before moving close again. He just laughed.

“Oh, I know that the music's fine Like sparklin' wine, go and have your fun Laugh and sing, but while we're apart Don't give your heart to anyone”

Your laughter rang through the night as he pulled you back to the outside, your fingers locked with his as you ran. What for, he hadn’t said. He just tugged you along, grinning and giggling like a kid.

“And don't forget who's taking you home And in whose arms you're gonna be So darling, save the last dance for me”

He pulled you along the sidewalk, over to an old building. It looked abandoned and worn with time, but Sero continued to guide you through it, heading for the staircase. You looked at him quizzically. “Just trust me,” he smiled, his eyes brighter than you’d ever seen them. He was excited for whatever his surprise was.

“So don't forget who's taking you home Or in whose arms you're gonna be So darling, save the last dance for me”

Each step was taken two at a time; for you it was out of curiosity, for him it was from delight.

When you finally got to the abandoned rooftop, he’d set up something small — not much, but it was still beautiful. There was a radio, which was playing love songs, with a picnic basket set aside for later.

“Oh baby, won't you save the last dance for me Ooh, you make a promise That you'll save the last dance for me Save the last dance The very last dance For me”

Abruptly, he pulled you close, dipping you low to the ground. You gasped, not ready, but managed to keep yourself from falling. He just smiled down at you.

“Tell me, wifey. Did you save the last dance for me?”

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What's some of the shit you've made up about Sero?

I'm writing an angst fic about Sero that is basically me projecting traumas on him xD (I haven't touched it since March and I might abandon it, but it's still there lol)

Other than that, here are some headcanons that I've bestowed upon him (They're 100% canon in my mind):

His handwriting looks like this:

His writing is very tall. Tall and a wee bit thin. Kind of soft. Longer commas. A wee bit messy

His first language is spanish. His mother is hispanic and can barely speak japanese (she's trying tho), and his father is japanese and learned Spanish when he moved to Spain

Also he's pan cuz yes.

He has a lot of piercings, most being on his ears, but I could also see him with a septum and eyebrow peircing. He takes most of them off around his parents tho

He gave himself a small tattoo of a duck on his right calf in math class

He drinks milk all the time. Just straight up milk. Right from the jug. Just chugs it like it's water. Bakugou thinks he's nuts

over winter break i started making these silly (stupid) arcane comics and ive decided im going to finish them

slight (!) mha spoilers

am i the only one that’s oddly obsessed w fics or fanart or anything like that showcasing class 1A doing normal, mundane stuff outside of fighting in a WAR and nearly (or actually, in katsuki’s case) losing their lives?? like yes please give me little bits and pieces of momo and kirishima trading skin care tips. give me uraraka and mina and denki trying (and failing) to paint portraits of one another (while ojiro tries to remain an unbiased judge, though his favor for denki is showing pretty clearly). give me tokoyami and shoji and jirou trading playlists and talking about the rise of chappell roan (you know they love her). give me sato and bakugo sharing the kitchen as izuku sits on the counter and swings his legs and makes heart eyes at bakugo (who pretends not to notice but revels in the attention) while sato chuckles. give me tsu and iida and aoyama arguing lowly about whether or not wintermelon milk tea is the best flavor (tsu says no. iida persists. aoyama sighs.) GIVE ME sero and todoroki trying to build an intricate lego set together with sero getting increasingly frustrated that he can’t find the parts he needs and todoroki pleasantly surprised (and amused) that the otherwise composed boy would let something so small and silly get to him. give me hagakure and koda trying their best to corral koda’s little bunnies back into their cage (they fail and there’s bunny poop all over the floor and bakugo flips his shit) GIVE ME IT ALL

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