#but he was again one of those 'do not tell the principal i am teaching you this' teachers

[bokutosmochi]

kinktober day four: public sex!

BETTER THAN ICE CREAM ♡ GETO SUGURU

fem!reader x geto suguru

ingredients: somehow, someway geto manages to coax you into having some fun with him in public

what's it: smut

allergen warning/s: public sex, fingering, mentions of geto x reader x gojo, reader is principal yaga's adoptive daughter because her blood parents threw her away, dubcon (just to be safe!)

sugar level: 2.4k

regulars: @ventdavi154 @deobiforever @sugusshi @angelshub

parlor's note: hello, hi, i am suffering from geto suguru brainrot, if you couldn't tell.

bon appetit!

depending on who you asked, you either had good or bad luck. your cursed technique manifested at an abnormally early age, six months old, and on top of that, you were born to a non-sorcerer family who thought to themselves "what else are we supposed to do when our child has some supernatural ability that no one can explain?" so they abandoned you. they wrapped you in, bless them, the softest cotton blankets in the house, laid you in a cardboard box, then threw you away.

thankfully for you, though they had no idea where they dropped you off of, it was in front of tokyo jujutsu tech.

it was a hot spring day when yaga masamichi found you. he just came back from a mission in shibuya, taking solace in the school when he heard a loud wailing noise from somewhere off campus. he could recognize it was a baby, but he just assumed that the cries was because of a more normal situation so he felt no need to intervene.

he trained some more, rested some more, all the while ignoring the sounds of weeping from outside. he forced himself to not pay attention to it "the kid's parents probably have it under control. don't stick your nose in other people's business." until he couldn't anymore.

you've been crying for too long, there was definitely something seriously wrong.

he walked out of the training room, jogging to where the sound came from with more than twenty questions in his head, and that's when he found you. all of a sudden, those twenty questions in his head multiplied. he could sense the cursed energy that you exerted, how old were you? and more important than that, where were your parents?

he took you to the police after that, not quite knowing what the proper thing to do in that situation was. they tracked your parents down, only to deliver the news that they didn't want you, again, bless their heart, they didn't tell the officers the real reason why they didn't want you, instead lying and saying it was because they couldn't support you financially. after all, they did still love you. there was just too much fear in their hearts about what you are. they took the legal action against them, and left yaga two choices: he could either surrender you to the adoption system, or take you in as his own.

he was only twenty years old at the time, not at all mature enough to be a father, but at the same time, he had no idea what would happen to you if you were put into the adoption centers. you could potentially hurt someone without meaning to, and they would hurt you. they would have no idea how to properly take care of you, given the fact that they don't even know about your atypical condition. so he decided to adopt you right then and there.

being his daughter meant you were more advanced than most of your classmates. your cursed technique manifested earlier than theirs did, and your father had a knack for teaching. it also meant that he was a lot stricter than most parents, making you "less fun", as some people would say it. he brought you up as a well-functioning member of society, and your sometimes friend, sometimes pain in the ass gojo satoru would put it, "a goodie-two-shoes."

you don't mind it now. no matter what they said, or how they viewed your hobbies, you still had a lot of fun doing the things that you love, even though it might come across as boring to them.

living the sorcerer life was enough excitement and adrenaline anyway.

as jujutsu sorcerers, you barely got any moments of peace. the fight and blood and, inevitably, death, was a part of your everyday life since you were a child.

it was only in moments like this where you're able to get some semblance of the peace you will never get.

it's six in the morning, the sun is up in the sky to rain golden sunshine on you and your boyfriend, suguru. it was unusually quiet, and you blamed it on the time. it was a saturday, and you knew that most people wouldn't be out and about until three more hours. not you and suguru. he insisted on going on a small walk, and while you contemplated about rejecting his proposition, you thought about how jujutsu sorcerers' life spans are shorter than the average human being's and agreed, wanting to spend as much time with him as you can.

the birds chirp happily above you, while cherry blossoms fall all around you, the vibrant green leaves on the surrounding trees sway lightly in the wind and everything looks picture perfect, including you and suguru, holding an ice cream cone each.

was it too early for ice cream? probably. did either of you care? not really.

you deserved the treat.

"let's sit." suguru said for the first time in a while. earlier, he felt no need to fill the comfortable silence between the two of you. the way his hands, so powerful and strong, softly held yours and the way his eyes, so intense and passionate looked into yours said more than a thousand words could ever hope to do.

you plopped down as close to him as you could get on the bench, winding your arms together while you laid your head against his shoulder.

neither of you said nor did anything, just enjoying the atmosphere silently, sometimes humming the melody of a song stuck in your head before it fades away into the cold air. that was until a stripe of your ice cream drips down the cone and onto your bare lap.

in an action that suguru would describe as helpful, and nothing but demure, he runs a finger through he sticky liquid and sticks the digit into his mouth, sucking it off. "mmm, that's good ice cream." he murmured, as if frightened that if he were to talk any louder, he would shatter this moment into piles of sugar glass and he'd find himself in the heat of battle, with people who are not his priority crying out for him and his grace.

"let me taste some more."

there was no more ice cream trails on your lap, so that statement in and of itself should have already warned you that geto suguru was up to no good. your second warning came in the form of him complimenting the short tennis skirt you wore that day. "have i told you how much i love this pretty skirt of yours?"

"s-suguru, not here."

two of his fingers, his index and middle caressed further up your thigh making your breath hitch in your throat and eyes to flutter shut. "lemme just make sure i got all the ice cream, alright princess?" he puts his fingers on his tongue again. "no ice cream here."

"fuck, sug'"

"how about over here?" at this point, his large hand is under your skirt, grabbing at the fat and muscle. the motion makes your stomach churn in a familiar way and you close your eyes tighter. one of your hands grab onto his bicep and grips.

it's embarrassing how you were already so worked up, but suguru just knew you like the back of his hand. he knew how to make you bend and break to his control and he loved it.

his fingers trace indiscernible patterns on your inner thigh, so close to where you needed him, but still, you were out in the open, in a park that's frequented by people of all ages.

with your other hand, you held onto his. "suguru, not here." your head's fogged up as you say the words that deny you of pleasure. you would've loved to let him have his way with you, but not here. sure, there weren't a lot of people yet, it's just a matter of time, though. in a few more minutes, you're certain that people will come strolling through one by one until the park's in full swing.

"it's just us here, baby. you don't have to worry your pretty little head."

you have no idea what happened to his ice cream. you don't even have a smidgen of an idea what happened to yours. one second, it was in your hand, the next, what you were holding was suguru's hand.

"we're going to get caught." you try to say confidently, but your shaky resolve shows in your equally shaky voice. your hand wasn't holding its own anymore, instead, letting suguru do whatever he desires, with it a ghost on top of his. "no we won't. i promise, kay?" you feel him press a kiss to the top of your head and that makes it harder to resist than before -- and suguru's hands on you was already hard to resist in the first place; he's never broken a promise before.

he runs his warm hand over your clothed cunt sending shivers down your spine and making you clench around nothing. "d'you really think i'll let someone else see you like this?"

you swore you wanted to answer yes. he's done it before; share you. one of his filthiest fantasies was to have you and satoru at the same time and you had no problem giving him that, because that was private, confined to the four walls of your bedroom and wherever satoru runs his mouth, but the man shuts up quickly when suguru shoots him that look.

you weren't able to say anything to suguru's rhetorical question. the bastard started to rub your clit with back and forth motions with his finger before you were able to get a letter out.

it was so unfair.

you couldn't see him. though your fighting spirit was more or less nothing but a heap of quickly melting ice cream on the grass, it'd weaken even more if you were to glance up at him. he'd shoot you a half lidded look he knows always works and you'd be wrapped around his finger in no time. it was like continuing to taunt the opponent when they already have the sword to your throat; a loss, but a determination through it. you weren't willing to admit it to yourself even if you already knew it in the back of your mind.

"there's no one here, kay, sweet girl? you've been working so hard lately, lemme spoil you a bit." you recognize the way he drew hearts on your clit before running it down your slit and back up again. "you're always so tight." he chuckled. "in more ways than one. you should loosen up a bit, hmm?"

you could feel the wetness pooling in your panties, the urge to moan out his name, but if you were gonna do this, you could at the very least stay quiet, so you gave him a nod, a signal that you were answering in the affirmative.

"ah, ah, ah," he breathed out right next to your ear. his finger on you slowed down to a cruel, teasing pace, just putting enough pressure to have you lowly mewling at his side, but not enough to give you proper satisfaction. his words was just as teasing "i wanna hear words."

you gritted your teeth, both in annoyance and focus so you wouldn't end up moaning instead. "f-fuck you, suguru."

his chest vibrated as he laughed heartily, shaking you with it. "that's not a stop or a keep touching me, suguru." he punctuated the sentence with a soft pinch to your clit through the fabric making you yelp and your upper body to hunch forward.

your reaction only made him laugh harder.

as each second passes, your brain gets foggier and foggier. it was harder to speak now than it was seconds ago; harder for your head to think of the words that'll grant you pleasure, and harder for your mouth to cooperate with your head. your hips had a mind of its own now, mindlessly grinding against his hand, spreading the wetness that have already seeped through your skirt all over the park bench.

"k-keep touching me, suguru, fuck, pl-please." you panted.

thankfully, with those six words, suguru decided to grant you mercy.

his fingers slipped under your panties, and went straight on your clit, making you go limp against the bench and your boyfriend's side.

"there you go, sweet girl." he murmured softly, gazing at the look on your face; your eyes closed in utter bliss, though scrunched up at the corners - it crumpled deeper in time with your thighs twitching - your mouth in a relaxed O, only to close whenever you gulped. "just relax onto me, yeah?"

it didn't take much more for you to get close. after all, the knot in your abdomen has been coiling since the moment he first put his hands on you.

suguru knew that too; knew you wouldn't last much longer if he continued to touch you like that.

the last straw was when he nudged the hood of your clit with his index finger while his middle and ring continued to thrust in and out of your wet cunt.

you came harder than you have in a long time. you don't know what exactly it was that made it so, whether it was the excitement of being in public, or whether it was the edging, but whatever it is, to some extent, you're glad it's there.

you saw bright white flashes behind your eyelids, and miraculously, you were able to keep quiet - at least as quiet as you can be - biting your lip as you came.

you were busy gathering yourself when suguru spoke again. "hmm, this may not be ice cream but it's just as delicious." when you meet his eyes with a glare, he smiles his crescent moon eyed smile at you. "actually, i think i prefer this one over the ice cream." he finished licking your arousal from his fingers.

"you know you're gonna pay for this, right?" you quirked an eyebrow at him, arms crossed on your chest. it didn't intimidate him one bit though. "sure thing, sweetheart. i'll be looking forward to it."

i get: reblog

you get: finger lickin good ice cream

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[anjelicawrites]

Come with us on a little spin I

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x reader x Osferth. Implied Aemond x Osferth

Synopsis: filling this request from lovely anon: “what about an aemond x reader x osferth where all 3 decide to do a road trip and the whole time the guys are just loving on reader and giving her TONS of affection” 

Warnings: Smoking. PTA parents being the worst. Some suggestive themes but SFW

A/N: the setting up of the road trip wasn’t supposed to be this long but here I am your honor. Part II with the actual road trip will come out in the next few days, I just need to re-read it again and be happy with what I have churned out.

Osferth loves camping. Loves the freedom to just pick a spot to sleep, to read by the fire and to listen to scary stories while darkness looms. He is a big fan skinnydip and has convinced you many times to make love in the water. He loves to hear the wind rustling through the leaves and there's anything better than 'smores? You had gone with him many times but you are not precisely a fan; you had listened to too many true crime podcasts to look at the shadows without at least a little chill, even though you know Osferth is more than capable of protecting you. 

Aemond is the polar opposite. He doesn't get to go on vacation often, he mainly travels for his family’s company. In any case he always chooses five star hotels, where he doesn't have to deal with anything that is not work and has the possibility to eat in his own room without the hindrance of dealing with other people. You had gone with him as well and always felt a bit out of place with all these posh people around you and the servers always around the corner; you were certain that they could smell you are from a working class stock. The feeling of making love in those luscious sheets tho? Priceless. 

You are a mixed bag when it comes to travel. You didn't mind the shared rooms in terrible, awful hostels in your youth and now you mainly travel using AirBnB. More than once the idea of owning a camper van has crossed your mind, but you can't afford it now and it just lingers somewhere, pinned on the board of dreams at the back of your mind. 

You are having a stressful year at school. Two of your classes will have their final exams, on top of that, you are the liaison with the families, charged with organizing the various meetings and to keep on top with PTA parents. You love your job, teaching is your life, but sometimes it feels like you are doing more paperwork than preparing for your various classes.You have already told your principal that you are dropping the liaison role next year; one can endure PTA parents only for so long and you are already beyond your tether.  The more the end of the year looms close, the more you chain smoke and stress eat. You can see how much both the men of your life are worried about you and your health, but you don't know how to keep your head over the rising water in any other way. You just need to endure for some more months and then everything is going to be ok, you keep telling yourself and them. Just a handful of months. 

Coming to talk about Aemond and Osferth, you know they are planning something but you can't really put your finger on what that is. Of the two Aemond is the one who has the best poker face, but you are a teacher, your bullshit detector is at its finest and you have mastered the art of having eyes behind your head. When you try to breach the subject, they both change topic, but Osferth looks cutely guilty and stammers a bit. Cats out of the bag: you are curious and anxious and it is nagging at the back of your head. What are those two doing? Jealousy doesn't even cross your mind, you trust Aemond and Osferth with your life, it's just that you need to scratch the hitch of curiosity every single time they look conspiratorial at one another when they think you can't see them or use excuses for the fact that they are coming home later than usual.

***

You decide to try Osferth who, of the two, is the one more likely to tell you. So you corner him against the fridge and just start firing questions, trying not to stop when he looks at you with pleading puppy dog eyes

"Please!" he says trying to move you away

"Oh come on! Spill the beans! What's going on?"

You know Osferth will never use his strength against you, so you plaster yourself against his frame, your breast almost spilling from the neckline of your shirt and you can see his eyes moving there on their own

"Nothing is going on!"

"You are a terrible liar. If you tell me, I'll be super nice with you” you say, kissing his cheek softly, eyeing him like you want to eat him

"Don't make me ruin it, please!" 

It's the desperation in his voice, which you usually hear after having either overstimulated or denied him orgasms for a long time and the way his hands grab and shake around your waist, that makes you remove your body from his, opting to cup his face

"Osferth?" you have overstepped, you have been too much of a cunt, you should have stopped

"If you keep up I won't be able to keep my mouth shut and I don't want to ruin it - he looks so sad you just want to slap yourself - it's great but you have to wait!"

You just hug him tight and promise him you won't push the subject again, he reciprocates and hides his face against your shoulder, kissing your neck apologetically and then your lips, slow and delicate. Your beautiful and brave Osferth who loves you so much and you are so undeserving of him. You are so tightly strung by your job, that you are realizing only now that your obsession with whatever they are doing, is just a way to release steam. You have just used your beloved Osferth like you would a stress toy, something you had promised yourself long ago you wouldn’t do. You are not your mother and the people you love are not your stress relief, most of all the two men you love more than life itself.

 ***

"That was uncalled for"

"What?"

It's almost 3 in the morning but that's time zones for you. You are Skyping with Aemond who is away for work. Osferth is asleep in your shared room, too tired out by your heartfelt excuses to stay awake.

"Trying to push Osferth like that. You know he'd feel awful if he'd folded"

You crave a cigarette but Aemond is already unhappy and he hates when you smoke. Even the sapphire in his lost eye seems to be unhappy with you 

"That was out of line and I already feel like I've kicked a puppy, thank you very much - you grab a pen and start munching on it - I am hanging by a thread and my anxiety is skyrocketing. You know how much I hate surprises and I hate being kept in the dark" you pout, hoping to be adorable enough to be forgiven, at least by him, yourself? That’s gonna need some more time

"I know, but you have to trust us, you already do it with so much - there’s a genuine smile on his lips - and you are the one who loves telling me how patience is a virtue" he says smugly. 

If he is smug he is not mad at you, not really. You are projecting your own self loathing on him, you should stop; your relationship with him deserves better.

"That applies to you not me, and you love being denied"

"Correct - you see him adjusting his loose pajama pants - I miss you"

"That's low. I miss you too. I can't wait for this school year to be over"

"Do you really have to do after school work? Can't they hire someone else?" he looks even more done with you principal than you are

"We all have to. I'll probably end up helping with the new purchases for the library. Not completely PDA moms free, but less paperwork and no WhatsApp groups"

"That's a terrible way to conduct business" you can just see the manager in him rearing his head

"Let's not go there - instinctively your hand reaches for the screen, wishing to be able to touch his face - how was your day? What are you doing so far away from us?"

Aemond visibly relaxes against the headboard and starts talking. You miss him terribly. How long has it been since you had the time to sit and relax with the men you love? No bitching about work but just enjoying each other’s presence? It feels like years and the only thing you crave now, is the warm embrace of Aemond and Osferth.

***

Since your incident with Osferth, your anxiety levels skyrocketed, by the end of the school year you are managing to sleep a grand total of three, maximum four hours each night. You would go to bed with Osferth and Aemond, but they would wake up without you, since you would be already awake and working in your study, trying not to tell Karen the PTA mom supreme to go fuck herself. They would coax you to the kitchen and one would have you seated on his legs, while the other would feed you the breakfast you would have skipped, opting for something sugary and of no nutritional value. You would usually find yourself working next to one of them (you are pretty sure Aemond has worked a schedule so that they can be with you and still be productive parts of society), one of their hands would be on your tight, just there, showing support and when you'd feel like you need a cigarette, one of their knuckles would be there for you to delicately munch on.

During this whole ordeal, you know they are still working on their secret project, what you don’t know is that they are doubling their efforts. You were supposed to receive it after school closing, but you are so tightly wound up that they have decided you need to see it as soon as possible. You can’t use it if you finally snap and kill the Kares in your school, or so they hope.

***

It is one of those wonderful late May mornings, when the sun is shining but it is not awfully hot and just being outside on the porch, watching the dogs play as the cats roast themselves on the patches of sun, is all you want to do. Thanks to your insomnia, you are finally on top of the work and you can use the weekend to just relax a little. You can’t turn your phone off, because PTA parents know no break, but the paperwork is done, the last homeworks are marked and you are positive that all your pupils will pass their tests, some with flying colors, other not, but you are proud of the work you have been doing with all of them.

You see Osfeth’s blond mop move closer from your right. He is already dressed and showered and looks like he can barely contain himself

“I thought you were still asleep!”

“My lady” his smile is infectious as he bends to kiss your nose

“Gevie - Aemond is behind you and you almost headbutt poor Osferth, he has scared you - good morning” 

Okay, something is going on. Aemond not dressed for work on a Friday? He takes one of your hands to help you on your feet, as he kisses the back of your neck.

You feel the electricity passing between your two loves, the air is pregnant with something you can’t really name but is good energy you decide. You are taken aback a little when Aemond presents you with one of your scarves

“Trust us?” he smiles that special way that tells you he is truly content with something

“With my life” but you heart pounds a bit faster as Osferth delicately wraps the scarf around your head, treating you with a love you still feel like you don’t deserve, after your stunt

“Ok, care to tell me what’s going on?” you can feel their excitement, but it is not sexual, of this you are sure

“Take our hands” says Osferth on your right and you just give in.

Aemond’s softer hand grabs your left, Osferth’s rougher palm wraps around your right. They slowly start walking and you follow them to the stairs of the back porch, where both their holds become stronger as they help you down the steps and try to fend off the exuberant dogs. 

With your makeshift blindfold on, you are not sure of where you are going, but you think is behind the patch of wood in your property, judging by the way the terrain slopes a little, the one you are managing with the local conservationists. You try to peak, because you are that curious but Osferth closes his hand tighter around yours

"We're almost there"

"Behave of I'll ask Osferth to spank you"

"Promises promises Aemond" you smile, but your heart is hammering in your chest. What have they organized? You are sure there's nothing there, at least up to yesterday, when you went on a walk with the dogs. 

You are surprised when your walk comes to an halt, your feet skip a little and Aemond has to grab your shoulder to stop you from falling on your ass

"Now would be the worst day to hurt yourself" Armond chastises you

"If someone hadn't blindfolded me…" your rant stops when callous fingers grab your chin and you feel Osferth's forehead against yours

"Are you ready, love?" You can feel the excitement coursing through him

"Yes!" Your hands go to the knot but Aemond is already there, undoing it with skilled fingers. 

For a moment you are not capable of speech in any language you know, you can't even breathe: in front of you there's a van, the door is open and you can see it is camperized. This is the moment you start crying, ugly sobbing and hands on your face. You feel, more than seeing, your lovers' hands on your shoulders and the only thing that you can do is try to hug them both at the same time while the tears keep on coming. 

They are panickingly asking what's wrong, to please stop crying and you can't, a fresh wave of tears falls as you messily kiss both their faces. You are not sure what causes you three to fall on the grass in a mess of limbs, has one of you lost balance? Was it one of the dogs? You don't know and you don't care. With the two of them under you is even more simple to try and smooch them, your lips falling aimlessly on their skin as their arms envelope you tight. 

When you finally manage to calm down, you scuttle backward to sit cross legged on the grass. Your face is probably a mess, your eyes puffy and red, but it feels like all those unruly, negative emotions you have been feeling for such a long time, are finally gone, washed away by your tears. 

"I am going out on a limb here, but I think it's safe to say you liked it?" Osfeth exudes sassiness

"I love it! You two are completely crazy! It must have cost a fortune!"

"Not really - Aemond smiles - we've gotten the van through Sithric, I designed the renovation and Osferth put everything together, with my help"

"Minimal help, I like your fingers where they are" they exchange a heated stare and you are almost sure they are going to start snogging for your viewing pleasure

"Not now - Aemond grabs your hand - Helaena is almost here"

"Wait, what? Why?" 

"She's going to pet sit for us" Aemond says nonchalantly 

"We are spiriting you away for the weekend, lovely lady" Osferth smiles.

You are absolutely speechless. How long have they been planning this?

"Months - Aemond, as per usual, is capable of reading your mind - you have no idea how hard it had been to keep you in the dark"

"Oh, I think I know" you smile at Osferth who just beams back at you. 

By the time you have showered, Helaena has arrived and is sitting cross-legged on the sofa, Santanico Pandemonium, your almost feral cat, happily purring on her legs; Helaena is the only one who can pet her, everyone else is at risk of losing a limb. 

You really like Helaena. She is smart and lovely, she had happily helped you when you had to put together a class with the biology teacher and your students were overly interested in her explanation of how different bugs had received their Latin name. You and Osferth have never met the rest of Aemond family, but know the whole dynamic is beyond complex and Aemond fears you and Osferth would somehow be used by his family against him. Helaena is another thing, though. She is half of Aemond's heart and she is the only one he trusts with the knowledge of your existence, which is a great thing, if you have to pet sit a fucking dragon. 

Your friends or Uthred and the others would happily keep an eye on your personal zoo, but Vhagar needs to be handled by a dragon rider and she doesn't like Uthred, Sithric or Finan, since that one time they bought a hurt Osferth home during stormy night. Voiced had raised that night, threats had been shout out on the front porch, until Vhagar had popped her scaly head from the side of your house, growling deep in her throat, looking like she had wanted an appetizer and everyone had just frozen on the spot, until Aemond had commanded something in High Valyrian, Vhagar had seemed to ponder on whatever he had said and decided to curl back where she was before. You had seen Aemond's shoulders visibly relax

"I think you should go" you said, still shook, no one complained. 

***

“Are you with us?” Osferth rouses you from your reverie. 

Your almost monk of a boyfriend is always capable of pulling a Fleabag from you. 

Aemond has been driving, back straight and hands in the perfect ten to ten position, while you are sitting between him and Osferth, busy between exploring the dashboard and kissing your boyfriends. This feels so unreal

“You know I am going to explore this once we arrive, right?”

“I wouldn’t expect no less from you” Aemond smiles but doesn’t lift his eyes from the road

“There are so many things for you to discover” Osferth is so proud of the hard work they had poured into remaking the van

“Aemond, my dragon, is this the reason for your unexpected week-long work trip some months ago?” Osferth laughs next to you and you elbow him

“Yes, you would have asked too many questions about my fingernails” Aemond looks a bit uncomfortable, the way cats do when they make a mistake and people can see them. You move to his side as much as the seat belt allows you and put your head on his shoulder

“What happened?”

“Aemond discovered the hard way that baking is better than handiwork to express frustration”

“Snitches get stitches Osferth” Aemond smolders the other man and you can feel the sexually charged energy passing between the two of them

“You haven’t christened the van without me, right?” you pout

“No - Aemond responds and you smile - but I think Finan will never look at his work bench the same way again”.

A bolt of unadulterated sexual desire travels through you. For a moment you want to ask Aemond to stop the van and have your wicked way with the two of them here and now

“Scratch the exploration. I am going to thank the two of you thoroughly once we arrive” your voice has deepened and you can see the goosebump blossoming on Aemond’s skin

“Good - you feel Osferth move behind you to hug you - we need to check if we did the math right. It would be a bummer to find out we can't make love together here”.

They didn't fucked up their math and your lovemaking fits, spectacularly so, as you three find out that same night.

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[hopelesslyfallenninlove]

Larissa Weems x reader Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Summary: You just started teaching at Nevermore Academy and fall for the headmistress before knowing she's you're boss. What are you going to do?

It is your first day at the academy, you had to show up a week before the students so you can get settled and get the classroom ready. You were hired by the board so you haven’t met the Headmistress yet, which is something that makes you extremely nervous. Usually you met the principal or headmistress first before being hired but the board saw you and wanted you. You were to report to her office tomorrow after getting your room ready. You do hope that the headmistress won't be too upset that she never got the chance to meet you. I was hired as the new botany teacher since the last one tried to kill the headmistress, luckily she failed otherwise the board said this school would have been shut down. I am also an outcast of sorts I can actually shapeshift but only into animals, I've never actually met another shapeshifter besides those in my family. I am not too fond of normies as they have always been negative towards us outcasts. However I know that we have live with each other and get over our differences which us outcast are doing but the normies tend to always be the last ones to change. I finish putting my things away and decide to head into Jericho to look around and maybe find a bite to eat. I make my way into town in my car it is a 1967 Chevy Impala, in my favorite color purple.

I park in an open parking lot and decide to walk around town. There are a few cute stores an old bookstore, and some nice restaurants. I come across this cute Cafe called The Weathervane. I go up to the counter order a latte and a muffin. I get my order and go sit down in a corner booth observing people walking down the street and those who come inside. I had brought a book a collections of Edgar Allan Poe stories to be exact with me to read as I eat. Every so often I look up to see who walks in or just to take a drink of my latte. I am just sitting here reading as a tall beautiful women approaches me.

"Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice the book you are reading. I absolutely love Edgar Allan Poe." the tall beautiful women with an English accent says gesturing to the book I'm reading.

"Oh, yes he is one of my favorite writers. What is your favorite of his?" I ask and gesture for her to sit in the seat across from me. She smiles and sits across from me with her coffee.

"My favorite oh darling I don't know if I can choose my favorite. The one poem of his that sticks in my head though is The Raven, it is absolutely one of my favorites" She tells me with a wide smile.

"That is one of my favorites as well, I also like his poem Alone. Something about his work just speaks to me. My name is Y/N, what's yours gorgeous?" I asked with my hand reach across to shake hers. She shakes my hand with a slight blush and a wide smile.

"I'm Larissa Weems, and darling if anyone is gorgeous here it is you, love" she says giving me a wink. We release hands and she says "I haven't seen you around before and if I had I would remember you for sure. Are you knew here?"

"Oh you are such a flirt. I am new here, I just got a new job and I actually have to met my boss tomorrow, which has me on edge." I reply trying not to give away too much information in case she is not a fan of outcasts and since I just met her today.

"Oh darling, I wouldn't worry if I were you. If I was your new boss I'd definitely be happy to have you working for me if that meant I got to see your beautiful self everyday. you are going to do great. I just know it." Larissa winks again.

"Oh stop, you are going to make me all flustered. Also I wouldn't mind have a boss that looks like you I don't think I'd ever want to leave your office." It was Larissa's turn to blush, and she looked down at her hands. I reach over and lift her head up by her chin. "Oh sweetheart don't hide that pretty face away from me. I want to see what effect I can have." Larissa looks up and I lean over the table. "Larissa? Can I kiss you?" Larissa bites her bottom lip and nods, I close the gap between us and immediately feel a spark. Cliche I know but I've never felt like this before. I pull apart and we both are breathing heavily. "Wow, I.. I never had a kiss like that before" I look at her and she finally opens her eyes, wow they are even more dazzling up close.

"Me either. That was amazing, would you like to go on a date with me?" Larissa asks with a small smile which gets wider as I say yes. I sit back down and we just look at each other while smiling. Soon her phone breaks the silence. "Darling may I have you number, I unfortunately have to get going there is an emergency."

"Of course, you're not getting rid of me that easy" I joke and give her my number. "I'll hear from you later and see you for our date" I stand up and walk her outside.

"I will message you later." Larissa says and bends down and gives me another kiss before walking away with a little more sway of her hips. That women is going to be the death of me. I walk to me car and head back to Nevermore Academy. I get up to my room and right as I close my door I get a message, my heart immediately starts pounding hoping its Larissa. I look down and smile it is from Larissa, she apologized again for leaving so soon since we were having a good time and asked if I was free tomorrow night for our date and a celebration for me getting my new job. I replied telling her it was okay and emergency happens and that yes I will be free and I will see her tomorrow and for her to have a goodnight. After that I go into my bathroom and get ready for my meeting tomorrow with the Headmistress. I set my alarm and go to sleep.

#larissa weems x reader #lesbians #lgbtq

[theotherackerman]

Totally Pucked

Summary:

HOCKEY AU

Mikasa Ackerman hates her annoying neighbor, Eren Jaeger. He is loud, he is annoying, and worst of all, he doesn't remember her from their childhood. But that's fine, she has enough things to deal with like why the real reason she quit dance and her cousin/adopted brother's return to hockey as Eren's coach.

Eren Jaeger knows exactly who lives across the hall from him, even if she doesn't. It doesn't matter though. It would be breaking one of his rules to hook up with her anyway. So he continues to shove her away.

But as fate would have it, these two keep getting thrown together, whether they like it or not.

RATING: MATURE

Ships: Eren/Mikasa, Armin/Annie, Levi/Hange, Gabi/Falco, Jean/Pieck

NOTES:  I have no idea what this is. Do not ask me. I've read too many hockey romance novels and this the result. We're going to pretend that Marley and Paradis are somewhere in the midwest of America (because that's what I'm from). Everything I know about hockey is from google and romance books so sorry if anything is wrong.

COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER: Any recognizable elements belong to Attack on Titan

CHAPTER ONE:  And they were neighbors

“And breathe in. 1-2-3. Then release.”

Mikasa listened to her guide meditation. 

Then the banging on the wall started. 

Ignore it, she told herself.

“Another deep breath.”

“YES!” A woman in her neighbor’s apartment cried. 

Mikasa tried to ignore it.

She tried.

It was seven am in the morning. Didn’t he have practice tonight?

And could the Reiss family not afford to make these walls a little thicker? 

Mikasa pinched the bridge of her nose. 

She was acting like Levi. 

Historia had told her about this place, promising a good price since her father owned the building. 

What Historia had left out was the jackass who lived across the hall.

Eren fucking Jaeger. 

He was loud.

He was obnoxious.  

Mikasa had known him previously. They had gone to school together before he moved. He had been her first kiss and her very best friend.

But that was all forgotten. It was almost eighteen years ago. She didn’t expect him to remember. In fact, they didn’t say much to one another. Even though she wanted to tell him that the walls were thin and the women he brought home were far too loud. She wanted to tell him that if she got woken up by his parties one more time when she had dance rehearsal in the morning, she was going to dump sugar in his gas tank.

But she couldn’t do any of that.

Why?

Because Eren Jaeger was the Center and star player of the Shiganshina Scouts who Levi was currently coaching. That meant Levi would somehow get involved, the last thing that Mikasa wanted.

She wanted to do everything on her own. 

Besides, she had caused enough problems for Levi lately.

She could have told Historia but Historia was already trying to cover Mikasa’s ass from what had happened to cause her to completely quit dancing.

No one knew why the principal dancer of the Karifa Dance Theatre, the most popular dance theatre in the midwest, would just up and quit. Why would Mikasa also stop teaching classes and then just disappear off the face of the planet? 

“And breathe in,” the voice said again.

But it was the moans from next door that caught Mikasa’s attention.

This was it.

She was done with it. Walking over to the wall, Mikasa pounded on it as loud as she possibly could.

In response, the woman next door only got louder.

“Fucking Jaeger,” Mikasa muttered under her breath. 

Swapping over to her playlist on spotify, Pierce the Veil filled the apartment, drowning out the noise from next door. 

—-------------

Eren had only a few rules for hooking up.

Never give them your phone number. They’ll sell that on the internet.

No photos.

No repeats.

Absolutely under no circumstances hook up with anyone related to the team.

Always use protection and make sure they don’t know where you throw it away. 

Those rules were simple and how he successfully handled his shit.

He had a legacy to live up to after all.

Eren Jaeger.

Son of hockey legend Grisha Jaeger and brother to hockey legend Zeke Jaeger.

The Jaeger Dynasty is what they called it. It didn’t hurt that his half brother played for their biggest rivals. It was always a bloodbath when they played against each other. Now with Levi coaching, it would be worse. Zeke and Levi also had a rivalry. They had played for opposing teams in college. Levi was a monster on the ice,a legend. Levi Ackerman was an idol of Eren’s, much to Zeke’s chagrin. When it was reported that Levi was in a car accident and it wasn’t looking good, Eren had cried.

But now after years of physical therapy, Levi was returning the ice.

As a coach, his coach.

As soon as Levi was announced as their new coach taking over for Dot Pixis, Eren threw up. 

“You fucks better skate better,” Levi told them. 

He didn’t yell.

He didn’t scream.

He just gave them this look that terrified the shit out of everyone.

“What kind of pass was that, Kirstein? I’ve lost two fingers and can do better than that! My cousin would out play all of you!” Levi called the forward.

Jean grunted as he skated away. 

Levi’s cousin was Mikasa Ackerman, Eren’s first kiss and the woman across the hall.

She was also now off limits.

So Eren found other women to occupy his time. 

Because rule number four said that you don’t hook up with anyone related to the team.

The blonde he had in his room was pretty nice this morning. Her name was Sharon or maybe it was Shelly. 

Fuck. 

He didn’t remember.

There was a different blonde waiting for him, leaning up against his suv after practice. 

“Oh no,” Eren groaned upon seeing Historia. 

“Oh no is right. Do you know you’re a PR nightmare right now?” Historia didn’t look up from her phone as she continued to scroll. “Hockey Star Eren Jaeger was seen smoking weed and leaving with a random blonde last night. The Bad Boy is leaving a trail of hearts behind him. Bad Boy Eren Jaeger dukes it out with football player Boris Feulner in a club in downtown Shiganshina club.”

“Okay, I get it. You didn’t have to take me on as a client,” Eren muttered under his breath. 

“Oh no, I did. Because your brother is my cousin which makes you family. You know I do PR for other people as well? Not just you. And you are a pain in my ass right now. I have other clients who need my help more than you.” 

“Then go bother them,” Eren unlocked his suv. 

“No, because you are an actual problem. Look, chill out. Find a girlfriend. Find a PR girlfriend for all I care or become a monk! The season will be starting soon, then no one will care about you. It’ll all be about the team,” Historia commanded. “And stop being mean to Mikasa.” 

“Oh so that’s what this really is about,” Eren scoffed.

“No, it’s not. She doesn’t even mention your existence to me. I just know you’re an asshole who likes to be loud and play his music far too loud. She’s my friend, afterall.”

“I’m nice to her,” Eren muttered as he opened the door and threw his bag into the backseat. 

Historia raised an eyebrow, “whatever. Just…go. And stop making life hard for me!”

—---------

“Well Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a hell of a game tonight. Zeke Jaeger vs Eren Jaeger. It’s also the first game of Coach Levi Ackerman taking over the Shingashina Scouts! Can you believe it? Just a few years ago, it was a showdown of rivals Zeke and Levi. Now Zeke is facing Levi as a coach!”

“That’s right, Shadis! In case you didn’t know, the commentators for tonight are me, Theo Magath and my co host,  Keith Shadis. We’re coming to you live from Maria Coliseum in Shingashina! Tonight's matchup is the Marley Warriors vs the Shingashina Scouts. Let me tell you, it’s going to be a bloodbath out there. There’s so many rivaliers at play here. Not to mention two brothers facing off, the youngest coach of the Shingashina Scouts ever. History is going to be made tonight.”

“Have you seen the celebs showing up for this tonight? Of course, we have hockey legend Grisha Jaeger here along with his wife, Carla Jaeger. Looks like Grisha is wearing a Scouts jersey and his wife is wearing Warriors,” Shadis said. 

“That’s so interesting to me. Carla isn’t even Zeke’s biological mom. Though from what I’ve heard, the woman has been a huge supporter of Zeke since he lost his mom,” Magath announced.

“That she has. We also have model Frieda Reiss here. She’s Zeke’s cousin and rumored to be dating someone on the Warriors yet she’s wearing a Scouts jersey to support her own team.”

“Those are just rumors. Frieda and the Reiss family have been huge Scout fans. Not to mention a sponsor.”

“That they have.”

“The most surprising face in the crowd tonight is Mikasa Ackerman!” 

“That’s not surprising to me, Magath. Mikasa was instrumental to Levi’s recovery from that nasty car accident. It’s Levi’s return. It’s his first game since the accident. There is absolutely nothing that would stop her from being her. He is, afterall, her adopted brother. There’s only four years between the two of them. Not to mention, she used to play hockey after all. Many were confused when she didn’t go on to play in college. I’ve seen videos of her skating and I have to say, I think the girl may still have it.”

“Can you imagine if Levi was still playing and he and Mikasa were on the same team?”

“The Warriors would have zero chance then.”

—--

“WOO!! That’s right!” Sasha yelled in the box as the Scouts scored a goal. 

Mikasa shook her head as she took a drink of her beer. “You have far too much fun at these,” Mikasa laughed. 

“Only because Jean and Connie are out there. Do you miss the ice?” Sasha asked as she sat down next to Mikasa. 

“Not really, especially living across the hall from Eren,” Mikasa rolled her eyes.

It was lucky that it was just the two of them in the suite. Hange would have been there but they had another lecture to give. Mikasa didn’t know what the status of that relationship was. She didn’t want to. There was an unspoken rule that neither Levi nor Mikasa talked about their sex lives or relationships. In fact, they both liked to pretend that neither of them had sex even if they had walked in on one another. It was bound to happen when they shared a townhouse once Mikasa had entered college. 

Now that they were 27 and 31, respectfully, they still pretended. 

“GOAL! From Kirstein!” Shadis announced and Mikasa was pulled from her thoughts. 

“YEAH! THAT’S MY BOY!” Sasha yelled. 

Mikasa took a drink as she shook her head. Some people thought Sasha was hooking up with Jean or Connie. That couldn’t be further from the truth. The three of them had been friends since high school. 

Mikasa had one rule about her hookups: no hockey players. Though there hadn’t been many. There had been one guy in college that Mikasa didn’t like to remember and a few one night stands she’d rather not remember since then. 

Mikasa sighed, not really paying attention to the game. It was a bad idea coming here. It brought up so many memories. 

Everyone wanted to know why she quit and moved back here. 

Everyone could go fuck themselves. 

It was none of their business.

The game continued on with Mikasa not really paying attention until the end. 

It ended with the Scouts winning. 

At least Levi would be in a good mood when she saw him. 

—-------------------

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

Levi looked up from his desk to see his cousin leaning the doorway. 

“Great game,” Mikasa smiled.

“That goal should have never gotten through,” Levi muttered as he stood from his chair.

“Yeah, yeah. Springer should have gotten it away from one of the Galliards but it happens.”

“If you would have been out, they wouldn’t have gotten close to the goal at all.” 

“They don’t allow women in men’s hockey, you know,” Mikasa rolled her eyes.

“The league should reconsider that,” Levi remarked.

Mikasa shook her head. 

“How has it been?” Levi asked as he walked towards her. 

“I’m not…it got rough during the game. I just thought about dad a lot. Then mom. And then what that asshole said and my thoughts started spiraling…”Mikasa trailed off.  She held back tears.

“That’s why you took this time off,” Levi reminded her. 

“Hey Coach, we’re….” Armin trailed off. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Mikasa took a deep breath.

“This is my cousin, Arlert, Mikasa. Mikasa, Arlert,” Levi introduced them. 

“Hi,” Mikasa nodded. 

“Hi, are you coming to Zeke’s with us?” Armin smiled.

“I…um…”Mikasa looked towards Levi.

“She is. I have to go grab Hange and I’ll meet you there,” Levi remarked as he pulled his coat on. “Arlert, can you take her?” 

“Oh. I don’t want to be any trouble,” Mikasa looked down. 

“No trouble at all. Eren’s suv is huge,” Armin assured.

“Sasha is riding with them,” Levi added. 

“Oh! You’re friends with Sasha! Then you have to come,” Armin grinned. 

“Okay,” Mikasa nodded.

“I’ll see you there then,” Levi added as he started to walk out of the office, the two of them following him. He watched them walk out. 

He trusted his team with her and Mikasa couldn’t spend her life hiding in her apartment, no matter what she thought. He locked his office and made his way to the parking lot.

—-----------------

Jean, Connie, Eren, and Sasha were waiting for Armin and Mikasa by a Cadillac Escalade. 

“Are you sure there’s enough room for me?” Mikasa asked Armin.

“Of course! Eren’s car seats seven. You can have the front seat,” Armin offered. 

Sasha grinned as Mikasa walked up. “I’m so happy you decided to come!”

“Ackerman,” Eren greeted Mikasa. His hair was still wet from the shower.

“Jaeger,” Mikasa replied.

“Hey, Mikasa,” Jean greeted her. 

“We haven’t seen you in forever!” Connie added. 

“Yeah, sorry. I’ve just been…” Mikasa looked down. 

“Connie! You’re going to be on my team for beer pong, right?” Sasha jumped in.

Mikasa was so thankful for Sasha. Though Sasha didn’t know the exact details about what had happened to cause Mikasa to quit dancing, Sasha knew enough. 

Sasha knew that a man had made a remark about Levi that had greatly upset Mikasa to the point that Mikasa punched the man. Historia had made the whole thing disappear, PR wise and legally. 

“I told Mikasa she could sit up front,” Armin informed Eren. 

“Just waiting on the Rookie now,” Eren told them as he unlocked the car.

He opened his passenger door for Mikasa and then went and got into the driver’s seat. Sasha, Jean, and Connie piled into the back row while Armin sat behind Mikasa. 

A young man came running out of the rink. 

“Sorry!” he said as he reached the suv and climbed into the seat behind Eren.

Eren shifted the car into drive and drove out of the parking lot.

“Falco, this is Mikasa. Mikasa, this is Falco,” Armin introduced them.

“Hi,” Falco waved to her as she turned around.

“Hi,” Mikasa replied.

“So are you Eren’s girlfriend then?” Falco asked.

Mikasa jumped in her seat, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Eren was gritting his teeth.

“No, I’m not,” Mikasa looked away from Falco.

“Oh. Sorry. It’s just that Armin always sits up front.” 

“Mikasa is Levi’s cousin,” Eren informed them.

“OH!”

Mikasa started fidgeting with her hands before she began picking at her nails.  She bit her lip. 

Music began to play, pulling Mikasa from her thoughts. She immediately recognized the Bring Me the Horizon song. She looked over at Eren, his hands flexed on the steering wheel. She noticed that his phone was now sitting on the hands free clip that was on his vent. She wanted to thank Eren but she had a feeling he would just shrug it off. 

—---------

The ride to Zeke’s was uneventful. 

Eren hadn’t been expecting Mikasa to come at all. 

They hadn’t hung out since they were kids, which she never told him whether she remembered that or not. 

As soon as they arrived, Historia launched herself at Mikasa. 

“I can’t believe you’re here!” Historia quickly whisked Mikasa off into the living room. 

“I can’t believe you all hang out after almost killing each other on the ice,” Mikasa remarked.

“We only hate each other on the ice. Most of us went to either high school or college together,” Zeke explained. “Welcome to my home, Mikasa,” he grinned at her.

“Thank you,” Mikasa replied. “Sorry for just showing up.”

“Think nothing of it. You’re Levi’s sister practically, you’re always welcomed here,” Zeke reassured her.

“I thought you were his cousin,” Connie noted.

“I…my parents died. Levi’s mother took me in,” Mikasa looked down again. 

Historia’s hand slipped into Mikasa’s.

Mikasa’s parents had died? 

Eren had no idea that had happened. Levi had never mentioned it, then again why would he? When did that happen? It had to be after Eren moved away. 

“My mom also died,” Zeke confessed.

The whole reason that Eren, his mom, and his dad had moved so that Zeke wouldn’t have to change schools since Dina had passed. The same age difference between Levi and Mikasa was the age difference between Eren and Zeke. Though most of the time, it didn’t feel like there were four years between Eren and Zeke. 

“Way to bring down the mood, Connie,” Jean rolled his eyes. 

“Be my partner for beer pong?” Historia asked Mikasa.

Mikasa bit her lip before nodding. 

The doorbell rang and Zeke excused himself to answer it.

Gabi, Falco’s girlfriend, arrived with Pieck, a good friend of Zeke’s. It wasn’t long before Zeke’s friend Niccolo arrived along with the rest of the Warrior’s team. Then the last of the Scouts showed up. Hange and Levi were the last to arrive. 

Zeke and Hange ended up very quickly in a debate about something in theoretical physics that Eren did not understand at all.  

Eren found himself watching Mikasa more than he wanted to admit to himself. There was something off about her. It wasn’t just that her parents had died. Sasha and Historia were trying very hard to include her in everything but Eren could see very quickly that she was beginning to get overwhelmed. There was this part of him yelling at him to go save her, help her but he didn’t have a clue how to do it. When she excused herself and went into the kitchen, Eren followed her.

He saw her take a deep breath and close her eyes. Careful not to touch her, Eren went to the fridge and pulled out a beer. 

Mikasa jumped. 

“Sorry,” he said as he held a bottle out to her. “I swear this is good. Zeke drinks the most random shit just because he likes the bottle. This one is good.” 

Mikasa took the bottle from him. 

Eren reached over and twisted the top off of the bottle before grabbing one for himself. 

“Thanks,” Mikasa remarked before she took a drink.

“They can be overwhelming,” Eren noted. 

“It’s okay. I just….” Mikasa trailed off.

“Dealing with some shit?” Eren finished.

Mikasa snorted, “putting it mildly, yes.” 

“The loud rock music from your apartment clued me into that.”

“You don’t want to know what the moaning women have clued me into,” Mikasa snorted again.

“That I’m an excellent lover?” 

Mikasa scoffed. 

“Don’t scoff at that,” Eren grinned before he opened his own beer. 

“Shouldn’t you be out there with everyone?” Mikasa looked down as she took another drink. 

“Eh. I wanted to check on you. You know…because of Levi.” Eren took a drink of his beer and put both beer caps onto the counter. 

“You never check on me next door.” 

“You seem like you don’t want anyone to talk to you.”

It was true. He had thought about talking to her. When he first saw her outside of her apartment, Eren had thought he had won the lottery. She was taller, obviously but her eyes were still that gray he was obsessed with. Her hair was cut into a pixie cut but it was still Mikasa. 

“It’s not that I don’t want anyone to talk to me. It’s just…I don’t want to talk about the shit with my parents or why I quit my job or Levi’s injuries,” Mikasa looked down. 

“Alright, so you're stuck on a desert island..” Eren grinned.

Mikasa looked up and rolled her eyes. “I’d get a boat to get off the island. That’s the worst question ever. I thought you’d come up with something a bit more creative.” 

“Would you go forward in time or back in time?” 

“Forward,” Mikasa answered.

“Really why?” 

“Because I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing and I hope future me has the answers. I just need to get out of this slump,” Mikasa confessed. 

“MIKASA! I need you again!” Historia yelled.

“I should go,” Mikasa left Eren alone in the kitchen. 

He stood there, surprised that she had confessed that much to him. 

—------------------------

It was starting to get late. 

Hange and Levi had already left. 

Mikasa wasn’t sure if she should ask Sasha or Frieda for a ride home.

“I’m heading out,” Eren walked over and told her.

Why was he telling her this? 

“You want a ride home?” he asked.

Oh.

Eren was actually offering her a ride home.

“Um, sure. That would be great,” Mikasa bit her lip. 

Eren nodded. 

“Let me just tell Historia and Sasha,” Mikasa replied.

Eren nodded again. 

She quickly found Sasha and Historia. Historia walked back over to Eren with Mikasa.

“I’m watching you,” Historia told him before walking away.

“What was that about?” Mikasa asked as she followed Eren to the door. 

“She’s my PR. You’ll be happy to know that I’m not allowed to hook up with anyone for a while,” Eren scoffed as he opened the door.

“How horrible for you,” Mikasa rolled her eyes as she walked out the door.

Eren grinned at her as he closed the door behind him. He walked ahead of her, unlocking the suv, and opening the passenger door. He closed the door behind Mikasa once she was in before he climbed into the driver’s seat. He put his phone into the clip on the vent. He hit play and rock music filled the suv as they drove home. 

Mikasa was thankful Eren hadn’t found the need to speak the entire way there. 

Tonight was fun. She had spent the majority of the night playing beer pong or pool with Historia and Sasha. Some of the team had tried to get to know her but Mikasa didn't know what exactly to say. She didn’t want to explain why she had given up hockey because apparently, Levi was bragging about her. She didn’t want to explain that she had gotten into a physical fight with a male dancer. She didn’t want to talk about her parents' death. 

The days off since she had quit just reminded her how much she didn’t even really care about dance. She had just been doing it in her mom’s memory. But she also had no desire to return to hockey. Not that she could, she was too old now unless it was rec league. But she didn’t want to do it.

Now she was just living off of savings. She knew she was lucky for that. 

Eren pulled into the parking garage that was attached to their apartment building. After getting out of the car and locking it, they walked silently to the elevator. 

As soon as the elevator closed, Eren put his key into the elevator, allowing the elevator to take them to the top floor.  

“Why are you being nice to me?” Mikasa asked.

“Honestly, because your cousin scares the shit out of me and I’m not in the mood to get yelled at by him tomorrow. Besides, I am nice,” Eren scoffed.

“Really? Because last time I talked to you, you told me to fuck off and slammed a door in my face,” Mikasa answered.

“Okay, first of all, she was hot. I was in the middle of something…”

“Oh I’m sorry, I don’t want to hear your sex life when I have to be up early the next morning!” 

“Do I complain about hearing all the shit from your apartment? No, I don’t.” 

“You know all that goodwill you built up today is gone. You care about no one but yourself. You don’t care that others don’t want to hear you having sex or being loud or fighting all the fucking time. You only care about yourself.”

“If I don’t, then who will? Huh? You’re like some ballerina in a music box.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” 

“You just exist to be pretty and perform whenever some wills it. There’s no substance to you,” Eren scoffed.

Mikasa reared back like she had been hit. Her hands shook. It took every bit of power not to punch him in the face. 

“Fuck you,” Mikasa gritted out.

“You’re not my type, Ackerman,” he shrugged. 

“You know what? I actually thought you were a person. I actually thought for a moment I could be friends with you that you were….” like I remembered. But the words wouldn’t come out. “But it turns out you’re just an asshole who lives across the hall.”

The elevator doors opened. 

“And don’t you forget it,” Eren answered. He pulled his key out and left the elevator. 

Mikasa scrambled out of the elevator and into her apartment. She threw her keys into the bowl next to the door. Throwing herself onto the couch, she buried her face into a pillow and screamed.

Fuck Eren Jaeger. 

#mine #totallypucked #my writing

[symptoms-syndrome]

Reflecting on. Some stuff. Possibly could be under the label of "psychiatric trauma?" But I'm still grappling with that. Talk of that, and a brief mention of suicide.

I'm struggling with this idea, an idea that I am fairly sure has mostly been implanted in me by my history with psychiatry, psychiatric treatment, special education, et cetera. It's hard to summarize or simplify.

Most of my life, I have been told that my problems should only be handled, or that I should only be handled, by trained professionals. My mental health struggles were "severe" and I "need to consider the impact I make on my peers." Of course this has been present a lot through most of my life. I didn't talk to peers or teachers about problems I was going through, because either it would alienate me from them, or I would be given a talking to about what's appropriate for me to talk about, or I'd have to sit in a little room with the school psychiatrist and talk about whatever it was that I wished to talk about with someone who was not her. But I guess I didn't fully comprehend this sort of...isolation, or treatment, until my first real suicide attempt. It was the first time I had really been sent to full inpatient, though I'd been to partial hospitalization a few times at that point. I remember being scared. I remember being lonely. I didn't have any of my familiar clothes or belongings. My first visitor was my school principal, accompanied by my birth mother. He met with me in one of those smaller meeting rooms, and he told me that I wouldn't be having any visitors from the school. He was worried, he said, that my choices could influence an already fragile school population, that I may drive others to attempt as well if they saw the state I was in.

After that I never actually went to that school again. I was only there for a couple months before the litany of partials and inpatient stays, and eventually two different special education institutions. Both were meant to be temporary. They were staffed with around three staff members, clearly psychiatric-focused, who struggled to teach us basic education between therapy groups and coping skill classes and DBT sessions. They treated us with a distance and unfamiliarity that wasn't much like teachers in mainstream schools. Cold professionalism.

For, I believe, the last year of high school, I was allowed back into one of the mainstream high schools. With supervision. I had daily class periods in the special education classroom and weekly check-ins with the school psychiatrist. In my classes with mainstream teachers, they treated me without the warm friendliness they afforded to the other students, many of whom they'd spent four years being in the same building with, or teaching in different classes. I had attendants to check in on me. I was given extra discipline for things that other students did with impunity. Other students could tell. I was sometimes treated with a cautious, almost pitying kindness by them, which I appreciated but wasn't close to the way they treated their friends. I was forbidden from a number of extracurriculars because they lacked the staff to supervise me after school. At one point I was explicitly told I was a "liability."

All of this seemed to show me that I cannot be trusted to integrate with normal folk. Not without the guidance and supervision of professionals. Like zookeepers.

Now...what am I to do? I was told not to be vulnerable with anyone but professionals. No one but the highly trained can understand or handle me talking about my experiences, or crying, or talking about the way I feel. I'm like radioactive material that can only be held with gloves or pliers.

And now I'm left behind by those professionals. Their duty is just that, duty, and once they are no longer obligated to make sure I'm properly contained their job is done and I am no longer their responsibility. No more mandatory check-ins or special education, no more being whisked away from the normal folk when I start to stray from sterile, empty behavior. I mentioned once before, I feel like an animal that's been released into the wild after captivity. I am supposed to just...be human. Be natural. Supposedly instinct will guide me. But I don't know how to be a wild animal anymore. I don't know how to hunt, I can't fit into a pack, all I know how to do is pace around the space I'm used to being caged in. And wait for orders or guidance or whatever else was offered to me by my highly controlled environment. When I try to be natural, it's like I'm being reminded of an electric fence that's no longer there. I can't share with normal folk, it's a bad influence for them. I can't cry in front of normal folk, I'm being disruptive. I can't be natural, because for some reason it was decided that my natural is bad. And I can't figure out what it could be that's different between my natural (bad) and their natural (good.) Other people cry, other people get upset, other people share things that are sometimes upsetting, other people share the ways they're feeling authentically. But I was told that when I do it, it isn't appropriate for them. It's disruptive, or manipulative, or attention-seeking, or a bad influence.

I want to know how to integrate with normal folk, and how to be natural. I'm just very, very afraid of hurting them, because I was told that's what I would do. I was told I wasn't fit for normalcy. The only place I belong is institutionalization. The only people I belong with are handlers and psychiatrists. I'm a dangerous animal that needs constant supervision. And I don't even know why.

#mostly Tomas #and someone. younger and upset. little p part or big p part I'm not sure.

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

24 working days until the last day of school. It cannot come too soon.

Some kid stuck a mousetrap in my file cabinet today.

That wasn't even enough to get the principal or assistant principal to come down and check it out. No one ever followed up to allow me to file charges on the kid that was trying to asphyxiate us all by spraying aerosol in a closed classroom over and over again.

I asked the principal to get him out of my class and I was ignored.

My co-teacher is candidate for a PhD and yet she teaches 5th grade.

Talking to her is like talking to a brick wall.

I have taught there for 5 years I know the type of kids that we have and I know how their parents are.

She comes from a prep school where they never get discipline problems because those type of kids aren't allowed to attend.

I like to do my own lessons, I like to do the research myself and usually when I am under pressure to get them done, I come up with my most creative ideas.

She doesn't create anything on her own.

She buys it all in advance from Teachers Pay Teachers.

The previous principal I had for 5 years drilled into our heads that Teachers Pay Teachers was for stupid and lazy people. We were absolutely forbidden from ever using lessons from there.

So I learned to make my own which I was very good at. But I haven't been able to use any of my lessons this year because I am having to be in lockstep with the other teacher and she only uses TPT.

I have been condescended to until I am condescended into submission.

Everything I have suggested has been ignored.

Even though most of what I have suggested is what the curriculum director has asked for.

Somehow I ended up with an extra free period. And instead of actually giving me time to do anything I was told I needed to "go learn how to be a teacher from her." What I saw was her giving High School level notes to barely literate 4th graders some of which did not even know English. No visuals, no photos, no videos, no music, no movement, just 45 minutes of copying notes.

This goes against every single professional development I have ever had in the last 8 years.

But she is candidate for a PhD and the best friend of the principal so nothing is done.

Add to this teaching the covid generation and I honestly think I would probably have better luck teaching felons in prison. I definitely would have felt safer.

Add to this Greg Abbott cracking down on what we can and cannot teach. As it is now they are telling us absolutely do not teach anything extra other than what we are telling you to teach. If it says Identify Martin Luther King's accomplishments then don't go into him being assassinated just talk about what he did. This constrains me even more but I am hoping that if I am alone and unobserved in my room with the door shut I can impart any extra knowledge I feel like I need to without being harassed.

However who knows how long that is going to last. I do know I have already been threatened with being thrown in jail if I teach something that has been pulled out of the curriculum.

So at some point I am going in for my final teaching evaluation of the year.

And I don't know what I'm going to do. If I were to share what my true feelings are I would probably be fired. But at the same time I don't know how much longer I can swallow my ego and let them run right over me for the sake of having a job.

If I wasn't so old and broke down I would tell them to all go f themselves and just leave. But I can't do that because there are very few jobs that I can do at this point in my life and living where I am I'm even more limited. But the Mousetrap thing.... that did not make me happy at all.

This year has it been even worse than covid and I didn't think anything could be worse than that.

And I got in trouble because my lesson plans did not match my co-teachers and I will admit I did miss one of the standards was which was the wrong number. But little nitpicky things like I had put all day long there was going to be a STAAR test next Tuesday and in each of the seven or eight blocks we have to fill out I simply put STAAR test because if we leave one of them blank we get in trouble. Well she only put STAAR test in four of her blanks and in the others she put N/A.

So I got in trouble because I did not put N/A in the same length she did. I really wanted to be extra and say if she misspelled a word am I going to have to go back and misspell the same word so that will match?

#teaching in texas #teaching rant #end of the year #american education system #social studies #intimidation #gloom #disrepect #despair #agony #life the universe and everything #teachers' lives don't matte4

[haikyutiehoe]

life update.

1) i got my dream job.

2( i am finally able to tell when someone isn’t interested in me/ doesnt care about me in a healthy way. i can notice it and i have the confidence to easily call them out when their excuses are hurtful. i know i dont matter to certain people anymore and i wont ever touch those memories again. i can finally think and look to myself and say “no you never deserved that storm, you never did. even if you have had bad moments where you have hurt people unintentionally, you never ever deserved for (person) to do this to you, or (person) to say that to you -- you have never ever been bad enough to be called names and spoken to the way you have been, especially when the same people saying these things are also people who have claimed to love and care for you).

3) i can ask out people when i like them, like i just did with a girl

4) girls are matching with me on dating apps and they compliment me and talk to me??? it feels fucking amazing. so much validation.

5) im going to change a dogs life. im going to teach a dog (or a few) how to love again

6) my writing is going to be fucking bomb. my ideas are good, the tension the emotion, its human, i think its what you would want to read, i think it will make you feel, i think its going to be good, you’re going to see the hard work and passion and plot.

7) im never going to have a best friend, it doesn’t work out for me, hering people talk about their bfs is going to hurt in ways that i can’t forget because the people who have called me their bf have hurt me, have said i hurt them (i didnt, i really didnt)

8) my low points should never be held against me

9) im more than just a post or thought on this app. if there is a conflict, we can talk it out like mature adults

10) im going to be someones amazing gf one day

11) i stand by my principal, NEVER HURT SOMEONE ELSE JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE HURT but ... i have been struggling with holding my tongue, in that i hold it TOO often, because this principal binds me from attacking someone for saying something mean and cruel. idc who you are, i wont be like you and stoop down to your toxic level. but because of that, i have let you say and get away with things

12) i am going to have a meeting with my manager and put him in his place about being late with my reference and point out he would have done it faster and better for his favorite employee

i believe in myself

(i dont need to believe in myself for the rest of my life, but i feel like im believing in myself because im learning my proper worth)

typing this up, i felt that like watery ache to start crying

#storm thinks

[cuddlytogas]

10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 tags

tagged by @bookshelfdreams! <3 also not all characters I've created fanworks around, but what can you do

1. John Watson - A Study in Scarlet

I mean, yeah, technically he's my best and favourite boy in any iteration, but there's something particularly compelling and heart-melting about his first appearance. Injured and jaded, falling back on his pension and hotels, and then meeting this extraordinary man who seems to know everything and blushes at praise and whom Watson is desperate to figure out. "I have another set of vices when I'm well, but those are the principal ones at present." I would die for him.

2. Horatio - Hamlet

I'm such a sucker for an observer. Toby Schmitz once said that Horatio is a yes-man and not really important to the play, and now I can't watch Black Sails. Holding onto the prince and digging in his fingernails to try and keep him steady, and failing anyway, left to pick up the pieces and tell the tale, a vessel for grief. Jacob Warner was ROBBED by not being given his final speech.

3. Eowyn - The Lord of the Rings

What is there to say? A woman who grieves and fights and helps save the world, and then gets to heal afterwards.

4. Ed Teach - Our Flag Means Death

Speaking of healing: oh my god, please just this man rest... Born and raised in violence, a man in his forties just now being given the space to be soft and vulnerable and loved and happy... Please, I love him so much. He's been hurt so many times, and he just deserves to heal. <3

5. Greta Gill - A League of Their Own (2022)

still speaking of healing: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

6. Jonathan Sims - The Magnus Archives

It was hard to choose for this show, but I am simply too much of a sucker for 'doomed from the start' characters (c.f. number 2 above...). He tried so hard, and he still ultimately failed. But my god, did he try.

7. Inspector Firstname Javert - Les Misérables

I am taking every single adaptation writer by the shoulders and rattling them. What about "mixed-race man raised in poverty and buying into the lie of law=religion=morality at the expense of his own humanity, convinced that he is always-already the Other, who is ultimately so shocked at an act of kindness and mercy that he rethinks his entire life and feels compelled to end it" made you decide to make him a one-track-mind villain? And how is Stars still the perfect song??

8. Sasha Racket - Rusty Quill Gaming

I almost went with Zolf on this one, but y'know what? Sasha........... just Sasha. Again with the "tried so hard" vibe. She went through so much shit and still came out shockingly kind-hearted under all that awkwardness, and she stood by her friends, and she deserved every mote of happiness and contentment that ever came to her. I would kill for her. [Grizzop voice] Please ask me to kill for her.

9. Dave Lister - Red Dwarf

You know what? You know what????? He's a gross little scumbag, and he's the last human being alive, and he's suffered so much at the hands of Sitcom Syndrome, but god, give him any chance to be remarkably kind and he will be. Man has had multiple chances to let Arnold Judas Motherfucking Rimmer die, and he still refuses to, because not even Rimmer deserves that shit. Radical empathy. Ratbag. The embodiment of existential depression. I love him.

10. Victoria Di Loredani - Zofloya; or, The Moor

Shoutout to THE blorbo from my thesis <33333 unhinged and obsessive queen of gaslighting her husband for disrespecting her and then immediately getting sick of him and falling in love with his brother, that brother's fiancee, AND his servant. teaming up with satan to destroy the family, I mean, she is truly everything to me uvu

gonna tag just @verecunda, because I am terribly lazy, but if you're looking for an excuse to indulge, take this as your excuse!!

#tag meme #thesis liveblogging #just for Her <3 #thanks for the tag!!

[equalseleventhirds]

i know it’s been a few hours since i made the posts but i think what i was trying to say on some level was like, let kids be angry at a public education system which p often aims to turn them into docile workers and citizens with an unquestioning obedience to authority. don’t sit on your high horse post-public education and tell them all the wonderful independent thinking they’re ‘actually’ learning, when you are not in the classroom with them, you do not know what kind of teachers they have or what kind of things they are in fact being taught. let them have anger and criticism of authority figures who they see as too controlling of, quite literally, their personal thoughts and interpretations of things like literature, bcos honestly the ability to even think criticism towards an authority figure was one of the most important lessons i ever learned, and it was not part of the standard curriculum in my high school.

#i continue to have opinions on this narrative actually #but like. i've rambled before abt creating deliberately contrary media analysis purely out of spite #and yeah that's a weird hobby to have! but it started bcos my teachers told me there was One True Way to interpret any book we read in class #and i was actively punished for deviating from that One True Way EVEN when i had EVIDENCE #i was lucky enough to have contact with imo the only good english teacher in my high school #she never taught me she was in charge of the writing club i was in #and she actually taught us REAL literary criticism bcos she was also teaching us how to write #also her husband was a subversive type of history teacher and i was in his classes and i learned from him #but he was again one of those 'do not tell the principal i am teaching you this' teachers #i was incredibly lucky to learn this and to be so stubborn and spiteful that it stuck even when i was punished for it #a lot of kids DON'T get what i get #so when they go online and complain abt their teachers' narrow definitions of symbols or w/e #i am so so fucking pleased for them #i am so fucking happy that they HAVE that anger and that criticism #i hope they hold onto it #they do NOT need to be told from someone with zero context on their experience #that they shouldn't be complaining and that their teacher is actually right and actually helping them #you don't fucking know that. and even if you did know that? fuck off. let kids be angry. #they don't have much control over their lives of COURSE they're angry

[roscgcld]

HEADCANON + GOJO SATORU || the gojo twins

request: HELLO^^ so I’ve been wondering this so long but do you think it would even be possible if Gojo had a twin sister that also has the sixth eye ? Probably not but, I’d kinda want to know what the clans higher ups and curses react to 2 sixth eye user.

note: I am glad I am not the only one thinking about this lol. like what if they were two gojos? absolute chaos the world has ever seen. i love it, this entire prompt lives in my head rent free lol

pronouns: she/her

gojotwins!au masterlist

imagine the other clan’s reactions when they learn that not one, but two of the gojo clan’s newest heirs were born with the highly coveted Six Eyes?

gojo satoru and y/n - the newest members of the gojo clan, twins that are born with the Six Eyes. a first case that has ever happened in the family’s history. it was this monumental moment when the higher ups realise that things are going to be interesting

by the way - you’re the older twin lol. just so you can poke jabs at gojo for the rest of your life by using the line. “i’m the older sibling here!”

“only by like, two minutes!”

that being said though, over-protective twin brother who will scare all your boyfriends/girlfriends the first time they meet because of his height and overly nice personality that scares people even more

you’re just as bad though - if any girl or guy walks out of his room after a night of fun you will probably be a little bitch and make them feel awkward until gojo wakes up

“can’t you be a little nicer to them?” gojo groans after the person he slept with last night quickly left after an awkward cup of morning coffee with you. “I actually liked them a lot.”

but it’s all done with love, and if the other realise their significant other makes them happy, they will back off

the moment you two entered jujutsu tech, then yaga-sensei was about to hand in his retirement slip early with the sheer chaos that his year of students were bringing him 

ieiri was delighted that she wasn’t going to be the only girl at school; geto was amused how you two were basically copy and paste of each other, just in different genders

surprisingly enough, think you’d be the one who’d be the more studious and definitely more interesting in learning how to hone your skills better - gojo probably still has this ‘i am the strongest’ mentality that the elders planted in him because ✨misogyny✨

but he loves to compete with you - and you’re the only one who’d he ever admit defeat to, and will defend your honour whenever the elders talk down on you because you’re a girl. and to them, girls are just meant to be ‘a pretty face with strong genes to bring a strong generation into the world’

he’s probably the one who talked your elders out of arranging a marriage between you and an heir to another important family like the kamo clan - because there is no way in hell is he going to let some random ass man take you away from him

probably joking told you that if all else fails, to marry geto on the spot - and let’s be honest here, who wouldn’t? Geto looks so damn fine both the anime and especially in the Gojo Past Arch. rail me daddy-

*cough cough*

anyway - ever since that comment, geto and you might pretend to flirt with each other to get gojo riled up. playfully brushing your hand along his arm, playing with his hair between your fingers whenever you two talk, geto leaning close to you to whisper something in your ear with a smirk, or him resting his hand around your waist whenever he leads you about

it always gets gojo riled up, and he’d get in between the both of you; whining for you to give him attention instead

you probably sneak into his room, even as you got older, to hide in his arms whenever you have a nightmare - and he’d wordlessly just hold you close and cuddle you to sleep again no matter how old you two are

both of you share the same braincell - same reactions, expressions, and sometimes even finishing each other’s sentences. sometimes you two even say the same thing at the same time, to which you two just high five each other with a laugh 

freaks everyone out a little, since it’s just so random and natural for the both of you to do it 

nanami hates it whenever he has to accompany you two - as his senpais, he can’t complain much. he does learn a lot, yet at the same time, he can’t stand it when the both of you are sent on a mission together 

with you he’s fine; but he barely tolerates gojo 

ijichi loves you, since you compliment him on the smallest of things, or smile at him warmly whenever he does something right; may have a crush on you that he refuses to reveal to anyone

both of you probably have shopping trips every weekend; don’t tell me you two don’t splurge on clothing when you two can charge whatever it is you want to the gojo clan account 

you two probably got a lot of those roadside modelling offers - and sometimes you’d probably even joke about leaving the whole jujutsu world behind to become a model instead

“i mean - it pays. and all i need to do is sit and look pretty.”

a lot of ‘did not!’ and ‘did too!’ arguments all day long 

you two love to taunt the Curses together before you kill them - it makes them only more scared, but the ‘chase more fun’

“say, toru - it looks so weak for a semi-first, no?”

“must be a new born - how pathetic.”

bags of candies all over the place - somehow he got you addicted to candy as well, so whenever you two travel, you always buy different candies and different treats 

when geto betrayed you all in your third year, gojo turned to you as his pillar of familiarity; even more so when he was force to kill his best friend a few years later. the both of you leaned on each other as you start to pick the pieces of yourselves once more

both you and your brother share the same idea of changing the jujutsu world from the inside out, so you two decided to take up teaching together under the command of now principal yaga

poor man is deciding if he now regrets accepting both of your applications 

you took in megumi as your own by the way - so megumi respects you a lot since you’re like the mother he never had. but at the same time, he wouldn’t be surprise if he heard that you do something stupid with your twin brother

feel like gojo and you will spend your free time probably trying to unlock more secrets of the Limitless and how to use your Six Eyes better - and Gojo will teach you how to probably use Hallow Purple and how to use Reverse Cursed Techniques with the held of ieiri as well

you took in maki, inumaki and even panda as your own kids as well - teaching them whenever gojo is forced to go and solve some issue the higher ups throw at him; making the kids super protective of you

even when yuta came, you didn’t care about the special grade curse that was stuck inside of him; treating him like an actual person and training him up and build his confidence once more

when you heard what happened to the special-grade cursed object that megumi was tasked on taking the following year, you laughed your ass off for 10 minutes while megumi tried not to show his annoyance

“y/n-sensei, i almost died. it is not funny.”

but you still took yuji in as your own child, and when you were giving him a tour around campus, you raised an eyebrow when a pair of lips appeared on the side of his cheek

“even though i want to kill that white haired bastard, i might spare your pretty little face.” 

“hello to you too, sukuna.” you greeted with a smile while yuji slapped a hand over the mouth, apologising to you with a wild blush on his face. you just laughed and reassured the poor boy it was alright

when nobara came, you adopted her as well; and she loves you, and loves how in tune with the trends you are. you two even have a girl’s night where you talk about everything that happens and have a few rants about boys

all in all - highkey chaotic, but with more common sense then your younger twin brother gojo and knows how to act professional whenever you need to. you also tend to adopt all the students that walks through your doors, and they view you as a parental figure as well. you and your brother are a menace together, but you two get things done and no one can really complain

gojo is protective, but when it comes to you it’s worse lol. but you’re just as bad when it comes to making sure ‘your baby brother’ is safe. you two tend to be super sassy and throw shade at each other, but when it comes down to the basics, you two love each other a lot and will go the extra mile to make sure that each other are safe

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[gentrychild]

I wish you would write a fic where Izuku is in Gen Ed and wrecks havoc.

(Sorry, you just get tired Gen Ed teacher.)

Kazuko’s phone was out of battery or it would at least be the excuse she would use to explain why she wasn’t answering the dozens of calls that were probably saturating her voicemail this very moment.

She didn’t want to know. She longed for the bliss of ignorance. And even if, rationally speaking, she knew that there was no proof that one of her students was connected to whatever had sent a dozen of heroes running/flying/driving at full speed to Tattooine, she simply knew that he had done something.

But it didn’t concern her before her first coffee. Every morning, she had fifteen blessed minutes where she could just relax at her desk, without anyone interrupting her, right before her students arrived.

She just had to walk through the hallways without being noticed… get in the teacher room… grab one of the coffees that Yagi-san, the new teacher, brought every morning… and then… just…

Something appeared as she was making a quick get-away and she screamed, her high-pitched-shriek echoing on every wall. Heroic heads popped up from every room in that specific hallway, only to disappear when they saw what had surprised her.

“Hello to you too, Kurosawa-san,” the principal cheerfully greeted her. “Would you mind accompanying me to my office?”

Kazuko was a nice person who didn’t deserve this but she still complied, pushing back her hair with one head and straightening her bag so it would stop hitting her hip every time she took a step.

They took the elevator reserved for Nedzu’s exclusive usage (which meant that she had to crouch a little) and discovered Aizawa-san already here, though his sleeping bag was crumpled on the ground. He had just gotten out of it.

“What did he do this time?” she sighed, because of course, this was about Midoriya Izuku.

Most of Gen Ed was made of students who had tried the entrance exam of the hero course and accepted that maybe becoming a hero simply wasn’t the right path for them. However, since Aizawa-san had arrived, she had met another kind of hero course rejects: those who had passed the exam only to be expelled on their very first day.

Midoriya had clearly ignored that this was an option and had been in the middle of a mental breakdown when she had met him, only to bounce in the most chaotic way possible.

Every year, Kazuko organized a visit to the USJ.

This year, a new group called the League of Villains had attacked the site, expecting to kill All Might while he was teaching a hero class.

Instead, they had met a class full of high schoolers literally ready to kill to get a place in the hero course. Somehow, this had ended with what was left of the League running for their lives and Midoriya keeping one of their most dangerous member as a class pet.

“Earlier this day, Midoriya encountered the villain Muscular during his morning run,” Aizawa-kun announced.

A violent headache started to throb inside Kazuko’s skull.

“Muscular was trying to kill Pro Hero Death Arms at the time. So Midoriya recruited about ten random civilians and quirk-engineered an explosion that embed Muscular into the side of a building.”

Kazuko drank her coffee. It was rude and inappropriate to drink it righ now but she needed it.

“No need to worry,” Nedzu gently patted her hand. “Midoriya’s bio enhanced weapon apparently sat on Muscular when he woke up so the police was able to apprehend him quickly.”

“We prefer to call him Ren,” Kazuko couldn’t help to say.

Her students were very attached to him. He kept following Midoriya around like a lost puppy so Nedzu had given the permission for him to live in UA. One of Aizawa’s students, Yaoyorozu, had even made him a uniform his size.

“Of course,” Nedzu nodded. “Ren it is. But what Aizawa-kun and I would like to talk to you about is that… we think that there is no need to wait how Midoriya will do at the Sport Festival to bring him to the hero course.”

Technically, it would be to bring him back. But Kazuko knew better than to say it out loud.

Just like she knew better than to clearly tell Nedzu and Aizawa that there was no way she was going to announce Midoriya that there was a chance he could go back to a situation where he could be expelled once again from the hero course.

She emptied her coffee cup in three gulps, letting the caffeine clear all her stress and replacing it by a lack of patience for nonsense.

“Apart from the USJ accident, Midoriya had met three villains since the beginning of the year but he has also been working closely with a student from the support course to equip Gen Ed students and he is trying to adopt the weapon made to kill the number 1 hero. Only the hero course can deal with such a student,” Aizawa declared.

Well, now that he was mentioning it.

“Oh, I agree,” Kazuko smiled. Well, showed her teeth but really, who could see the difference? “Midoriya shouldn’t be in gen ed. Instead, he should be in the hero course. Where he had applied. And where he was received, until he was expelled on his first day.”

“He couldn’t control his quirk. He was a danger to himself and to everyone else. I am far from opposed to him getting back in the hero course after the Sport Festival…”

“Sorry to interrupt you but Midoriya and his uncontrollable quirk were accepted in the hero course,” Kazuko reminded him. “I don’t think you’re realizing the effect it had on him. I mean, there is a reason why he doesn’t bother calling adults for help anymore. Which is why I am grateful that his second shadow/bodyguard is supposedly on All Might’s level.”

Midoriya wasn’t able to stop saving people. But now, he was convinced that he had to do this on his own.

So now, it was Kazuko’s job to do something about his self-esteem. Fortunately for her, All Might and Gran Torino (who she suspected to be his father and his grandfather but that was a story that could only be shared in front of the coffee machine in the teacher room) were already his quirk training.

“It was really nice to have this conversation with the both of you,” she smiled. “Unfortunately, I can’t advise one of my students to go back to 1-A. It seems premature. Especially when I am trying to build trust. I am actually hopefully optimistic that he would consider going to therapy.”

And as soon as she was done here, she would find out more about Aldera middle school.

#I swear I have nothing against Aizawa #It's just that Izuku ended in Gen Ed tends to show why UA is a mess #bnha au #ask game #my writing

[nptnewr]

hi! I saw that you are accepting requests, so can you make one for tom/peter where it's her first day of school and the principal tells him to show her around since they have a lot of classes together and they talk about things and he gets offended when she says she never watched star wars? very fluff please (specific I know, but it's for my friend who had a dream like that)

A/N ~ This is so cute! Thank you for being my very first request <3

Warnings: You may just die of fluff, Tom Holland’s Peter Parker

You push your backpack higher up your arm as you make your way into Midtown High. It was your first time going to a rather large school. You got accepted because of your high test scores and fantastic grades. The school was impressive, to say the least. Kids walk to their classes, carrying various creations with them. A few drones flew high into the air, controlled by their creator. 

Trying to find the principles office was hard enough, pushing through kids to make it there before class started. The room was rather small, but then again it was only to hold one person. 

Lifting your hand, you knock on the door. Not even a moment later, a tall man opens the door. He was rather lanky, dressed in a suit and tie. 

“Ah, you must be Y/N Y/L/N.” The man spoke rather harshly.

“Yes sir, I am here to get my class schedule.” You smile softly. 

“Yes, give me just a moment.” The principal rushes through his scrambled papers and lets out a small ‘a-ha!’ when he found the correct paper.

“Here you go, these should be the classes you are going to. Wait outside my office for a second, I will call someone who has similar classes to help you find your way.” 

You thank the principal and wait outside his door like you were told until you spot a boy with messy brown curls. 

“Hi, are you Y/N?” Peter blushes lightly.

“Yes, are you here to take me to my classes?” You ask.

“That would be me, I guess you could call me your tour guide. Or, not, if that makes you uncomfortable-”

“I would love to have a tour guide to take me through my classes.” You smile.

-- 

Peter allowed you to sit with him, MJ, and Ned at lunch while you were still getting accustomed to the school. You two were able to hit it off well and it seemed to help you relax during this new experience. Peter was just thankful someone so cute was able to enjoy talking to him.

“So, what do you enjoy, Y/N?” Ned asked, turning to you.

“Oh, my favorite hobby is ___!”

“Ah, that’s neat! I’ve always wanted to try that. You should teach me one day.” Peter smiled.

“I could teach you. What about you guys? Got any hobbies, secret hobbies maybe?” You tease.

Peter seems to pause and start stumbling over his words, but MJ was quick to save his fumble.

“They both are Star Wars obsessed nerds.” She snorts.

“We are not! Star Wars is the best movie franchise that has ever existed!” Ned defends.

“I have never seen those movies, I have always heard of them though.” You think out loud.

“What!” Ned and Peter yell together.

“Uh oh, someone's going to be forced into a movie marathon.” MJ rolls her eyes.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” You blush softly looking at Peter. 

You think you will like how this ends up.

#peter parker x reader #mcu x reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman #mcu #peter parker #tom holland peter parker #neptune writes

[teddy06writes]

Can I request a Karl x Alex x Nick x Reader fic in which the reader is a teacher and they bring their boyfriends in for career day? I just thought it’d be so cute to see them interact with little kids.

sapnap x karl x quackity x reader

trigger warnings: none

premise: pretty much everything from the ask, although I know nothing about children so..., sorry lol

requested by the person above as well as @eliasxxk who asked for more karlnapity x reader

(y/n/n)- your nickname

(y/l/n)- your last name

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“Career day?” Nick asked.

You nodded, quickly packing up the last of the assignments you had finished grading and tucking them into your bag, “Yeah, remember how I was planning the different stations and stuff for the kids?”

“Oh yeah, I thought you had all that stuff sorted?” Karl handed you your laptop from across the table.

“We did,” You sighed, “But someone backed out and now we have a slot to fill. So, one of you, all of you, I don’t care, we still need someone to do it.”

Alex frowned, “What would we have to do for that?”

You ran a hand through your hair, “Make a presentation on what you do? We were looking for a broad spectrum and the guy who backed out was someone’s cousin who did like, animation or something.”

As you gathered the rest of your things you explained that one group or person would be set up in each classroom, and that kids would rotate through, not just the fifth graders you taught, but the whole of the elementary school.

Karl grinned, “What time would we have to be there?”

“The welcome thing for the speakers is it 9 ish on Friday, so I can bring back the forms you’d need to fill out today to get them in on time.”

Your boyfriends agreed, and with a smile you pecked them all on the lips, “Alright, I gotta go. I’ll see you later.”

“Love you!” Karl called as you started out the door.

“Love you too!”

~~

After practically zooming through your first three units, ELA, Math and History, and sending your kids off to PE, you headed down to the admin offices to make copies and grab the forms.

“Hey Sadie!” You greeted cheerfully.

The secretary smiled, “Hey mx. (y/l/n).”

You moved over to the copier, starting your copies, “Do you have any of those forms? For the people giving the presentations on career day?”

“You found someone?” Adam, the sixth grade teacher who had been organizing the career day asked as he entered the office.

“Three someones actually,” You smiled, “Alex, Karl and Nick said they could.”

“Oh, that’ll be interesting.”  Sadie laughed.

“Minecraft youtubers,” Adam mused unenthusiastically, “I’m sure the kids will love to hear about people without real jobs.”

You rolled your eyes, “They pull just as much if not more than me every year, plus Nicky and Alex are still in college.”

Adam cocked an eyebrow as you grabbed your copies, and then the forms from Sadie, “Well at least I can’t complain, your saving my ass.”

“Damn right I am,” You scoffed starting out of the office, “You owe me.”

Heading back down the hall and then up the stairs to the fifth grade hallway you pulled out your phone, sending a text to the ‘loves <3′ group chat, ‘the files have been secured’

Back in your classroom you began to set out the Novels your class had been reading, and set up the last of the things you would need for the mini science lab that would happen later in the after noon.

~~ The next few days passed quickly, and soon you were pointing your boyfriends in the direction of the library, where the volunteers were supposed to be meeting before heading up to your classroom, greeting the kids who were already inside.

“Hey guys! Are you excited for today?”

A few kids nodded.

“Which presentation are you most excited to see?”

“Probably the actor!” Damien exclaimed.

“The actor? Any reason why or you just think they’d be cool?”

“I wanna be an actor.” He said.

“Yeah?” You chuckled, “What about you Sam?”

The girl through for a moment, tapping at her desk absently, “Probably the firefighter, I want to save people like them some day.”

You nodded, “Calum? Any your excited for?”

“Well I was excited to Ricky, he’s my cousin and an animator but he couldn’t come.” The boy pouted.

“Aw, well I’m sorry about that, but I’m sure there’ll be plenty of interesting people for you to see.” You looked over the schedule again, answering a messege from Adam, willingly surrendering yourself to running around and helping wherever needed during the day, instead of watching the presentations with your kids.

The morning announcements came and went, and the teaching aid who would be taking your place, touring the kids around came in, “Alright guys! We’r~~e going down to the auditorium so that the principal and Mr. Alderton can explain the plan for today, and so that the people who are going to be in these rooms have time to set up!”

She herded the kids out of the room, smiling at you as you grabbed your phone, following them out, but turning down a different hall to the library.

Adam breathed a sigh of relief as soon as you got inside, “Oh thank god! Okay, I need you to get these lovely people to there rooms, Adda is already going around to set up projectors.”

You nodded, taking the papers from him, “Okay people! If you’d follow me, we’ll get you into these classrooms on time!”

The group of various adults followed you out of the library as you started calling out names at each floor, in between the intersection of grade level hallways, pointing out room numbers.

By the time you had made it to the cross roads between the fifth and sixth grade, Adam was already frantically messaging you about being late so quickly you called out the last of the room numbers, pointing various directions and telling the people to let themselves in.

You turned to your boyfriends, “Right you guys are in my room, it’s at the end of the hall, my computer should be unlocked.”

“You’re not like, staying to hang out or anything?” Karl asked.

“I’ve been roped into over seeing this thing. I might be in and out at various times through out the day,” You pressed a kiss to each of there cheeks before starting back towards the stairs, “Have fun!”

~~

You spent your day running around, delivering different things to various classrooms and basically doing Adam’s bidding.

A little way into the last rotation of kids around the building you finally got the chance to take a break and head back up to your room, slipping in and sitting in the back as Karl tried his best to explain streaming to a group of kindergarteners.

They may not have fully understood what he was talking about, but they sure did find him funny.

You watched quietly as your boyfriends interacted with the kids, opening up for questions sooner than they had with the older kids, and patently answering each one.

“What are you going to college to learn how to do?” A young girl asked.

Alex smiled, “Well I’m going to get real smart to be a lawyer, and Mr. Sapnap here is learning about computers.”

“What’s a lawyer?” Another kid asked.

“My uncle’s a lawyer,” someone two desks away offered, “My mom says it’s someone who works in a court!”

Alex chuckled, “You are absolutely right Big Man, lawyers defend people who go to court.”

“If you and you are goin to college,” A boy near the front pointed at Nick and then Alex, “Then what’s he learning at college?” He pointed at Karl.

“Karl isn’t in college anymore.” Nick said simply.

“Not honking smart enough.” Karl grinned as kids laughed at his use of the word honk.

They continued to joke around for a while, until the pa crackled that it was time for everyone to head back to there normal classrooms, and you moved back to the front of the room, “That was entertaining.”

“(y/n/n)! This was awesome!” Karl exclaimed.

You nodded, glancing at the clock as you began to re arrange your desk, “Theres like, maybe ten minutes to the bell, you guys want to hang out in here?”

“Sure.” Your class began to file back in as Alex spoke.

“Mx. (y/l/n)! Why didn’t you tell us you were dating famous youtubers?” Damien asked.

You groaned, looking at a shrugging Nick, “Why have you done this?”

You class laughed at your displeasure, and you were about to start asking everyone how there days had gone when Karl beat you too it.

“Who was your favorite?”

“It better have been us!” Alex stage whispered.

The kids laughed, and you sat back, content to watch your boyfriends entertain the class.

#mcyt x reader #sapnap x reader #karl jacobs x reader #quackity x reader #sapnap x karl x quackity x reader #karlnapity #karlnapity x reader #teddy06 writes

[in-tua-deep]

Are you into my hero academia? What about an AU or crossover with tua?

UHHHH I am technically, like, peripherally? I watched some seasons of the show like two or three years ago and since then have simply absorbed all content through osmosis, reading fanfiction that has canon events, and my sister telling me about the arcs of her fav characters lmao

so a crossover hmmm

First of all you'd have to like, establish whether bnha is an alternate universe or just The Future If No Apocalypse with quirks being traced back to the descendants of the kids born without mothers

So let's say it's that - the glowing baby was the "first quirk" but the truth is people had powers before that. But - well, the Umbrella Academy was obviously a marketing gimmick to those in the future! There were even comics based on them

In the future, you might find some of those comics in museum exhibits dedicated to depictions of powers in the pre-quirk era, but they're just fun depictions and much less popular than, oh, DC or MCU comics which are also in the exhibits!

End of s2 doesn't happen I guess in this au?? No sparrow academy at least lmao. So, the Umbrella Academy stop the apocalypse (again) and the Commission threat is? Neutralized? Whatever. They decide to jump back to the future

Five warns them that time travel is a crapshoot, that he has no fucking idea when they'll land beyond some nebulous "future" because Five can at least control the direction if not exactly how long

Also, Five is like. Super tired. Incredibly tired. Homeboy still has a healing gut wound, time traveled twice, has been jumping all over the place, gotten even more injured, experienced paradox psychosis, and managed to undo time all in the space of like, two weeks. There actually more than that but we don't have time to get into how fucking tired Five is from his ~Month of Hell

Like genuinely this is like putting someone almost delirious from lack of sleep in the driver's seat of a car and expecting to get to your destination in one piece

But hey, the siblings are like "do it uwu" and Five has sacrificed everything for them already so why not get behind the wheel again

So Five jumps them, and of course something goes wrong because Five has pushed his powers like a great big rubber band and honestly it was only a matter of time before he lost his grip and it snapped back to hit him

So here be the umbrella academy: spilled out into the future like a cup of bad coffee.

Five probably isn't in too good of shape tbh, like they're hundreds of years in the future (but hey at least confirmation of no apocalypse am I right) in a world full of superpowers and Five is like. bleeding from his ears and nose probably idk

Let's handwave a little bit - Reginald made them all polyglots so the squad all speak varying levels of Japanese. Allison is the best at it, Five is second best but tends to use more archaic words bc he had missions in Japan back when he was with the commission, and Klaus is third best.

(Ben is the worst bc he decided when he was 16-and-dead that he didn't have to do anything regarding lessons and maintenance and hasn't given a shit since - but also he's dead so)

So you have a bunch of weird adults with a bleeding child in like, an alley who have appeared from nowhere

so of course heroes get involved

Anyway, the squad get taken in and Five is conscious but like, barely? And he's not going to let himself get separated from his siblings again fuck-you-officer and there is a lot of confusion

anyway detective tsukauchi ends up getting involved and ends up having to hear this batshit story and be like "...truth." which sends all kinds of people scrambling because fucking time travel? Like yeah, it's been theorized to be a possible quirk but there's no recorded cases of any sort of time travel that is for more than 24 hours let alone hundreds of years

"I'm an adult." Five says sourly, "I just happened to be returned to my 13 year old body when I time traveled one time."

"True." Tsukauchi says, feeling his soul leave his body, but like. absently. the way he does when he's called in at 2am after getting off of work at midnight.

"I'm 58." Five says.

"Lie." Tsukauchi says, because this is a headcanon hill I will die on.

"I'm probably 58, but it was hard to keep track. I'm at least 50." Five corrects.

"True." Tsukauchi sighs like these six (seven? they keep referring to another sibling and Klaus said 'ghost' like that was fine and it registered as true and Tsukauchi is not nearly paid enough for this) are not giving him a migraine by just existing

on the bright side there's like, probably protocols in place for individuals who are Legally Chronologically Adults but thanks to quirks are Not Physically Or Not Mentally Adults with tests to determine if the individual needs a guardian or not

though i'm gonna be honest idk if Five would pass the test bc he literally cannot take care of himself at all, has never paid taxes or understands how to exist legally, and also his emotional maturity is stunted as all hell. also like. we don't actually know how much being in his thirteen-year-old body affects his mental state but yeAH Five is vibing

anyway Tsukauchi probably phones a friend on this bullshit because Time Travel Child alone is probably enough for the Hero Commission to be like "find a way to control and use it or nuke it from orbit" and that's not even touching whatever the fuck Klaus is doing (shit gets real once 'dead men tell no tales' stops being true) let ALONE Allison's whole deal

on the bright side like, at least Vanya isn't getting side-eyed that much bc Big Destructive Quirks aren't exactly unknown? if vanya wanted to i guess quirk suppressors exist for that until extensive training on how to control a super powerful quirk happens

Tsukauchi in the group chat: Aizawa please I am literally begging you to take this bullshit on

Aizawa: in this economy? with my class?

RatGod: lol we'll take them ;3c

Aizawa: no

Anyway they probably end up having to live at UA while Five insists on trying to get them home still and everyone else is like "oh hey we used to be child soldiers as well! (:" and Aizawa is like "i hate everything about this and everything about all of you but also like nedzu is making me interact with you so :/"

nedzu is out here vibing like "lol i just don't want the hero commission to get their little paws on these time traveling fuckers, i think you should make then teaching assistants or something"

honestly the siblings are probably like. figuring out how to function in the bnha universe and getting like, legally registered and stuff while Five ferally refuses bc that's like saying he's giving up on getting them home and he can do this

Recovery girl tries to heal him a little when he arrives and he passes out for two weeks like, immediately bc homeboy is running on fumes and spite at this point

also i think on principle it would be REALLY FUNNY if the squad got to tag along with the class bc like. Five is thirteen and the class are all 15. this does not sound like a large age gap. anyone who has interacted with teenagers know that the class would squint at Five and be like "who is this sassy lost middle schooler."

I feel like when I was a sophomore we were still like "freshman... babie" even though we were literally only one year older.

i think the difference between the umbrella academy and school kids would be pretty funny like. objectively the bnha kids are lowkey child soldiers?? like they're 15 and fighting villains but like, there's all this red tape and laws and stuff but,,, deku still be breaking his limbs in a child fighting ring against equally superpowered children for like. entertainment and sponsorships sooo

but also like Five would be like "oh cool when is the experimentation class"

"the what"

"you know, when your powers are pushed real hard by putting you in different terrible situations while your dad and sibling stand by with clipboards writing down the exact voltage it takes before you can't use your powers anymore when being electrocuted"

"hound dog's office is right there. therapy is available to you at any time. i need you to know this."

all might calls Luther "my boy" like one (1) time and Luther just breaks down crying probably because he is starved for positive attention

klaus and midnight get along like a literal house on fire, aizawa tried his best to keep them apart for as long as possible but god damn

(klaus: your name is shimura nana??

all might: immediately dies choking on blood)

i feel it absolutely necessary to point out that aizawa, present mic, and midnight are all like, 30? and the umbrella academy are all between 29-early 30s? they are PEERS but like. the umbrella academy are more chaotic due to childhood trauma

the umbrella academy probably get offered to like. also train to be heroes. i mean,, there HAS to be some sort of track for people who change careers right?? you don't have to cement your future as a hero when you're 15 i'm sure there must be something and the squad already have experience if they want to go be legal heroes

diego probably does at least?? diego just vibes honestly. diego gets momo to make knives during a team exercise and they just go feral on everyone else and it ends with diego highfiving momo and someone getting way to close to being stabbed for comfort

Five might just be. legally enrolled as an Actual Student? But also i think it's funny to picture the entire squad just. all in the back of the classroom with luther trying to fit into a high school desk as they take notes on the laws of The Future surrounding heroics

every word out of the umbrella academy's mouths just make everyone more concerned on principal but like, five and klaus are probably the worst offenders. Klaus just says whatever comes to mind with no filter and Five doesn't get what people would consider to be abnormal anymore like

Five: yeah our dad bought us when we were babies and experimented on us throughout our childhood in order to make an elite team of child soldiers superheroes, it happens

Todoroki: ...have you heard of quirk marriages?

izuku probably has an aneurism bc he's is the only person who might recognize them from the comics because you know ya boy extensively researched the idea of heroics in pre-quirk eras (batman was an inspiration alright???) and might dredge up a memory of a less popular comic series

Five: I can time travel but it is very hard, which is why we are hundreds of years in the future. And why I look like a child.

Kaminari: so are you a kid or not?

Five, serenely: whatever is most convenient for me at any given moment

Mina: hell yeah game the system

they have a brief lesson on astronomy and Luther raises his hand like "ooh! i was isolated on the moon for four years and did SO MUCH research" and then just gets up and starts infodumping like way too much information on the moon

Izuku sitting there like "damn if quirks hadn't popped up we could have achieved so much in terms of space travel. please tell me more giant man who lived in pre-quirk era."

Vanya finds out about the quirkless and is like "oh mood that genuinely sounds like my childhood, being ordinary in a house full of extraordinary people, and then i found out that i did have powers but only much later in life after i had already been emotionally scarred by the experience"

deku: vanya we have so much in common

iida and uraraka: concerned noises

aizawa: hound dog. therapy with hound dog for all of you.

there's probably some conflict with like, the hero commission wanting to get their hands on the time travelers?? but probably especially five and klaus as a) time travel and b) ghosts (the hc def has bodies they would like to stay buried)

five has a pavlovian reaction to anything with 'commission' in the name and hates them on site, probably plays into his age in order to become a ward of UA or something to protect him from the commission a little bit.

(this makes nedzu Five's legal guardian. aizawa has his resignation papers all prepped in a drawer marked 'in case of emergency' but let's be real, if nedzu wants to take over the world aizawa should probably be on the rat-bear's side of things :/)

five: ah, i do recall the inhumane experimentation that we were subjected to

nedzu, who was experimented on: haha same hat! want me to dig up the location of reginald hargreeves's remains so you can spit on them?

klaus: nah no worries we dumped them out in the courtyard unceremoniously like, a while back. how long ago varies for each of us because of time travel!

luther: you said hound dog's office was down the hall and to the right?

on the bright side, Luther probably feels like. way less self conscious about his body, partially bc of his fighting and all that in the 60s but also bc !! now he genuinely doesn't feel like a freak. no one even gives him a second glance. one of the teachers looks like a slab of cement with a face. gang orca looks Like That. there is literally a student with an entire bird head and goth aesthetic. Luther does not stick out at all

allison and shinso bond over having "villainous" voice-based quirks

allison and shinso having worn muzzles at some point in their youth as punishment 🤝

aizawa probably helps train vanya as well with the whole, being able to erase a world ending quirk safely thing he's got going on which makes for a very nice safety net

i don't think vanya would want to be a hero at the end of things though. maybe the assistant teacher in the music class or something?? all vanya wants is to be able to not end the world

i feel like as time goes by, five brings up trying to get home less and less. part of that is because like,,, genuinely what do they have to go back to?? Allison has Claire, but like. I'm 100% sure the first thing she did in the future was try track down Claire's records and found out Claire was like. fine. became an adult, had a family, probably became the ancestor of the first "quirked" kids who officially popped up after light baby. had a good life, died at an old age etc. etc.

they start settling into the bnha world with like, "we can always hop aboard the five express into where the fuck ever" as a plan Z if things go completely pear shaped (again)

i'mma be real, five himself doesn't give a fuck as long as there is a) no apocalypse and b) his family is alive. Like that's it. His bar is so incredibly low and yet his life keeps fucking trying to limbo under it

i just think it would be funny to have like, Five trying to get along with his "peers" and make friends while the siblings do the same but like, in the staff room

also think it would be funny for five to just walk into the staff room and get coffee occasionally.

a teacher: why is a student in here -

Five, sipping coffee: i'm an adult

nedzu like "what kind of guardian would i be if i didn't teach my new son all the tunnels around ua so he can pop out wherever"

five like "hey new dad can i put stashes of supplies all around ua of weapons, money, food, and other assorted things that might be useful if one needed to fight or make a run for it" and nedzu is like "haha just put your list of what supplies you want in your go bags on my desk and i'll critique it later!"

anyway a bnha/tua crossover would be incredibly chaotic but probably very funny

#long post #far tua long #tua bnha crossover #what kind of disaster is this #there are so many characters in bnha to even consider #there is no more apocalypse so five either chills the fuck out or his paranoia ramps up to an eleven #or both! #five teleporting into nedzu's office like: hey i wrote a 52 page potential contingency plan for if x happens #and nedzu is like 'wonderful!' and gives it back to five the next day with corrections and critiques in red ink #klaus ben and ghost!nana get along like a house on fire even if she keeps telling klaus that he's too skinny #ben: klaus is an absolute fucking idiot with zero braincells #nana nodding sagely while looking at all might: ah yes i know the exact type #diego and snipe become absolute bros like ride or die because why not #luther gets positive reinforcement and goes to therapy #also thirteen listens patiently to luther infodumping about space because i think that would be nice #five is either like 'i'm only thirteen uwu' or 'i'm fifty eight' and there is nothing in between - only what is most convenient #i feel like kaminari and mina vibe with five's brand of chaos #iida doesn't know whether to murder five for being a gremlin and disobeying so many rules or to be respectful bc five is technically old #aizawa is SO TIRED y'all #aizawa thinks vanya is going to be the good hargreeves but PSYCHE all the hargreeves are equally chaotic in different ways #five calls nedzu 'dad' for the sole reason that it makes every teacher and/or hero in earshot cringe in automatic fear #klaus also calls nedzu dad because he just thinks it's funny #five and nedzu have similar coping mechanisms so they vibe but nedzu also vibes with klaus's sense of chaotic humor #five gets talked into healthier coping mechanisms by way of 'keeping his cover' or 'preventing the hc from getting their hands on you' #aka five is not allowed to drink alcohol #five HAS gone to midnight and been like 'hey teach knock me the fuck out my brain is working overdrive and i need to not be awake anymore'

[atinysunbaby]

hii if your requests are still open can you make a reaction with ateez? their s/o is an English teacher and what would be their reaction? thank you!!

I'm so sorry it took so long🙏💕

⏳Ateez finding out you're a teacher⏳

Warning : Suggestive

💖Park Seonghwa💖

You're currently correcting your students' exams. You're at your desk in your room and you let out sighs, disappointed by all the wrong answers on the papers.

You thought you were teaching those kids right, but you weren't apparently. Seonghwa enters your room after hearing you cursing over and over from frustration.

He has a confused expression on his face, starting to frown when he sees all the papers laid on your desk.

"Y/N baby what's all this?" He asks in a small voice. You turn around, suddenly overwhelmed from all the time you spent sitting there and correcting.

Seeing you so frustrated with tears threatening to spill from your eyes, your pretty boyfriend takes you in his arms, forbidding you to keep doing whatever you're doing and relax.

He brings you to the couch and makes you a cup of your favorite drink, he also wraps a blanket around your body. He joins you, sitting next to you.

He patiently waits for you to start speaking, stroking your hair and smiling fondly at your cute pouty face.

After a few minutes, you tell him everything and his reactions is so funny you burst out laughing.

He closes his mouth and blinks repeatedly before realising you kept this a secret for so long. He huffs sassily. "Why didn't you tell me you're a teacher. That's so fucking hot!"

You were about to explain yourself, but hearing those words spilling from his mouth you gasp loudly. "What- Seonghwa!!"

💙Kim Hongjoong💙

Actually, him and the group are at the school you're teaching. They're gonna surprise the students and perform a few songs for them.

Hongjoong has no idea of you being a teacher and he didn't tell you what he'd be doing today. So the both of you are completely clueless about the awkward meeting you'll have later on.

You're in your class and speaking about an important exam that'll take place next week. You hear sighs and complains, but you're only doing your job and can't feel bad about that.

You're about to proceed your explanations, but you're cut off by the door opening. The principal walks in, motioning you to come closer. You do so and he explains about the group that'll make their entrance in a few seconds.

You just nod, a bit flustered from the interruption. You go sit in your chair still confused, but you wait for them to enter. When they finally do, your eyes widen. You stop breathing for a second and the boy you're watching mirrors your expression.

He chockes on his spit, San slaps him a few times on his back and smirks when he finds out the reason of his leader's sudden flustered state.

Let's say you and Hongjoong never hid something like that from each other again, not wanting to have another weird moment like that one.

💛Jeong Yunho💛

Yunho secretly wants you to be a teacher, he kind of has a thing for that. It just would make you even more attractive in his eyes. The fact that you could be strict and confident, not taking anyone's shit.

He had doubts about you teaching, seeing you writing so often and being so tired when you came back home. He one day, forced you to tell him about your job. He wanted to know so bad, but when you actually confessed that you were in fact a teacher, he was the happiest puppy on earth.

But he never told you about his huge admiration and his attraction towards you and your job. It just happened that one day, you came home to hear him speaking on the phone.

"Yeah, I know.. God what am I gonna do! Ugh it's just so hot- she's so hot- What? NO!! I'm not going to tell her! Are you crazy man? If she finds out she'll never let me hear the end of it!"

"Yunho?" Your voice makes him throw his phone away, looking at you Iike he just got caught doing something illegal. You giggle at his reaction.

"I sure hope you were talking about me puppy~" He blushes and hides his face from you, flustered by your confidence. He always wanted you to speak to him that way and hearing you call him that, makes his heart beat way too fast.

You both had a lot of fun when Yunho confessed about some fantasies of his. Let's just say, he wasn't the only one having those thoughts.

💜Kang Yeosang💜

You told Yeosang about your job when you both met. He asked you question after question and always was so happy to hear your answers.

With time, he only became more interested in you. Now, he's really proud to tell people that his girlfriend is a teacher. He even asks you sometimes to teach him a few things, he listens to you with so much attention.

Since he knows a lot about the subject you're teaching from the lessons you taught him, he helps you with your papers when you need help. He stays with you till late at night when you're too busy, making sure you aren't overworking yourself.

He comes at school to give you lunches and eats with you from time to time. He secretly waits for you in his car and calls you when you're done with a class. He surprises you when you least expect it, like when you're busy on your computer or with documents.

But what he loves the most, is when he comes to your office and you both makeout or have sex. It makes him so exited to know he's with you, a teacher, breaking rules and could be caught anytime.

There was one time, that you almost were. Another teacher knocked on the door and you told him he could enter when Yeosang was hidden under your desk. He made sure it was difficult enough for you to talk with the man in front of you.

🖤Choi San🖤

San doesn't believe you. The moment the words leave your mouth, he just laughs. But from the serious look on your face, he starts to slowly believe that you are, in fact a teacher.

To be sure though, he demands that you bring him to the school you're teaching. You agree, only after asking your boss if it was alright to take your boyfriend when you'll have a day off.

You both enter the hallway, the school is quiet because all the students are in class. You lead the way to your office, San following you like a lost puppy.

His eyes are round and they sprinkle with love when a kid walks out of class and screams your name, so happy to see you. It makes San's heart swell from the cuteness, he never imagined that you'd be so good with kids.

Then you arrive at the door of your office, you tell San to open it. He looks at you, doubtful. But when you smile sweetly at him and nod, he doesn't hesitate and enter.

You walk in and watch his reaction, he seems cautious still. Until you go sit on your desk and wink at him. He shyly looks away and keep analyzing everything.

"Everything fits your personality so well. It's like this room is made for you" He turns to you with the biggest smile and you can't help but chuckle. You stand up and make your way to him, pecking his lips. "Told you I really am a teacher~"

💚Song Mingi💚

Asks you to help him with something and it actually happens to be the subject you're teaching in school. When you tell him that, he takes some time to process it. When he finally does, he watches you with amazement.

"Wow seriously?" You nod shyly and he just gasp happily. "My girlfriend's a teacher! That's so- Oh I gotta call the boys and tell them!"

You watch him, amusement clearly written on your face. He always is so cute and it makes you love him even more everyday. You wait for him to be done bragging about you on the phone. You also have to confirm to the guys that it is indeed true because they didn't believe Mingi.

When he hangs up, you kiss him. He giggles and you tell him that you'll help him now. You both work for hours, because after being finished with helping him you both start working on your papers.

Mingi falls asleep on your lap after a while, you were writing while playing with his hair with your free hand. It quickly becomes your thing, working while playing with his hair or cuddling. He sometimes even helps you too.

❤Jung Wooyoung❤

"Miss Y/N ugh?" Wooyoung says smirking. You just told him you're a teacher and the first thing he decides to do is tease you. You roll your eyes at him and are about to leave, but he grabs your hips and makes you sit on his laps.

You giggle and try to get away from his grip, but the more you wiggle and the more he tighten his hold on you. "Baby stop moving and let me cuddle you~" He whines cutely and that makes your body relax against him.

"You're so cute babe~" You coo and squeeze his cheek making him frown and try to move his face away. He ends up laughing, not being able to hide it anymore.

"So.. why did you become a teacher?" He asks you many questions to which you answer. It takes him a while to finally let go of you, needing to feel you against him.

You fall asleep on his shoulder and Wooyoung plays with your fingers. He watches you with love and admiration. "I love you so much~" He whispers sweetly.

Now, everytime you come home from work, he tells you to go lie down while he preapres dinner and do some chores. When he's done, he goes to see you in your room.

He kisses you on the head and wakes you up with a massage. He never will admit it, but since you told him about your job, he can't help but to take care of you. He wants to see you well rested.

🧡Choi Jongho🧡

"What really?" He smiles and immediately asks you to teach him what you usually do at school. He wants to know everything about your job, because he's interested in everything you do.

"Shit! I gotta go- I got a meeting!" Jongho pouts watching you rush to take your bag and put on your coat, but he knows you don't have a choice.

You kiss him quickly, but Jongho doesn't let you pull away. He brings your face to his once again and kisses you deeper. You smile, but frown when your phone rings. You answer, getting off' Jongho's laps. "Hello?"

Jongho sighs in relief when you announce that the meeting is canceled. "Then we can cuddle and you can tell me more about school?"

He asks you with a teasing tone, you nod nonetheless taking his hand in yours and bringing him to the couch. You both watch a movie while talking about your jobs.

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