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punkshort · 7 months

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Moving Day

Summary: You help Maria pack and move into Tommy's house. You spend the time discussing the Miller brothers, and Joel grows curious about what was said.

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!reader, established relationship, set in the TWWW universe, no use of Y/N.

Warnings: language, sexual references, fluff, alcohol

Word Count: 2.8K

November 2005

"You've got a lot more stuff than I expected, considering the world ended," you teased Maria as you pushed a box full of clothes across her living room floor and into the entryway.

"Excuse me, but I seem to remember moving your shit twice in the past year, I think you owe me one," she said, giving it right back to you as she came around the corner to place another box on top of the one you just moved.

You held up your hands in surrender before wiping the sweat from your forehead and turning back towards the living room. Even though it was November, it was an unseasonably warm day, which was perfect weather for moving, but not nearly as enjoyable for packing.

You plopped back down in front of a bookshelf and began picking up books and knick knacks from the shelves, wrapping anything that looked fragile as you went.

"So, big step, huh?" you prompted, glancing over at Maria from across the room, who was busy wrapping up dishware. She looked up at you and grinned.

"Yeah, I guess so. It's been almost a year, and I spend most of my time at his house, anyway," she shrugged, trying to downplay it, but you could tell she was excited.

"So, how did it come up?" you asked as you leaned back on your palms, looking for an excuse to take a break.

"He asked me one morning," Maria said with a shy smile. "He tried to make it come off like it would just be easier for me if I kept some stuff over at his place." She came over to your side of the room and sat down on the floor against the couch, eager to tell you the story.

"So then I said, 'Well, maybe it'll just be easier for me if you came here,' you know? I wasn't going to let him off that easy," she laughed.

"Oh yeah, you gotta make him ask you, make him sweat a little bit," you replied, and you both giggled before she continued.

"I eventually dragged it out of him, and he was so nervous, it was kind of sweet. He immediately went around town rounding up any boxes or totes that weren't in use, like I was gonna change my mind," she told you as she smiled and shook her head at the memory.

"That's cute. I can't picture him nervous," you said, "he always seemed so steady."

"You know, you never told me what it was like knowing them before all this," she said, leaning forward. "I've heard little bits and pieces from you and Tommy, but there's gotta be some funny stories you can tell me."

"I had only worked for them for a few months before the outbreak. I really didn't know them too well," you admitted, then added, "well, I obviously talked to Joel more than Tommy."

"Well, what was Tommy like?" Maria asked. You hesitated, remembering Tommy's reputation at work.

"Uhh..." you started, struggling with what you should tell her. She laughed at your obvious discomfort.

"It's alright, you can tell me. I know he used to get around," she assured you, and you flashed her a smile of relief before continuing.

"Yeah, he was a bit of a flirt," you told her with a shrug. "But he was always super nice. Harmless. My friend had the biggest crush on him. Most people saw Tommy as the nice one and Joel as the scary one. They always went to Tommy for a signature or approval before Joel, that's for sure."

"Did he ever... flirt with you?" she asked hesitantly, and you shook your head violently.

"No! Oh god, no. Nothing like that. He preferred to torture Joel about me, instead," you laughed, remembering the night he walked in on you and Joel alone in the conference room.

"I didn't think you and Joel got together until much later?" she asked, confused.

"We didn't. But we had feelings for each other. And we might have kissed once when we were drunk," you quickly admitted, scrunching your face in mock disgust.

"Of course you did," she laughed. You sat together in comfortable silence for a moment before something occurred to Maria.

"I guess you guys never got to have a traditional relationship," she stated, thinking over the timeline. "I mean, you never saw a movie or went dancing. It was just - boom - apocalypse."

"Yeah, I guess so. We even slept in the same bed before we were 'together'," you shrugged, sitting back up so you could continue to pack some books.

"Did you ask him to move into the house with you?" she asked, referring to the house Joel had updated just for you after you moved to Jackson. You thought for a moment, and smirked.

"I kind of just told him," and Maria laughed. "I'm serious! I don't think I even gave him a choice now that I think about it."

"Well, I don't think he's complaining," she teased, and you grinned.

"No, definitely not," you agreed, quirking an eyebrow. Maria watched you for a minute as you finished filling the box in front of you, folding the flaps in so the contents wouldn't spill out.

"Tommy tells me all the time how different Joel is since he's met you," she began, and you looked up at her, curious.

"He just says Joel used to be kind of an asshole. Says you softened him up," she said, poking you in the shoulder, making you smile.

"He was kind of an asshole," you agreed, pushing the box across the floor to join the others in the entryway. "I didn't care though," you said, dusting your hands on the sides of your jeans as you walked back into the room. "I was just drawn to him, you know?"

"Must be something in their genes," she said, nodding. Then her eyes widened, realizing the double meaning to her words. "I mean genes with a G!"

You both burst out laughing, clutching your stomachs while tears streamed down your faces until you could hardly breathe.

"Either one probably works," you said with a grin once you finally calmed down, starting the waves of laughter all over again.

"What're you ladies laughin' about?" Tommy's voice broke through all the noise, making you and Maria jump. You turned around to find both brothers standing in the entryway, watching you with identical smirks.

"Nothing," Maria told him, wiping a tear from her eye before giving him a kiss.

"Didn't sound like nothin'," Joel said as he passed by Maria on his way to your side, wrapping one arm around your shoulders for a half hug and a kiss on the top of your head.

"How was patrol?" you asked, looking up at Joel standing next to you, who had been watching Tommy size up Maria's boxes by the door.

"Uneventful," he said, turning his attention back towards you. Even after all this time, he still managed to take your breath away when he looked at you. His eyes were always filled with so much warmth as he gave you an adoring smile. It made you think about what Maria just told you - that you "softened" Joel up - and you were inclined to agree. You hadn't known Joel very long before the outbreak, but you knew him well enough to be able to tell that he always treated you very differently than others.

"What're you lookin' at me like that for?" he asked you with a glint in his eye.

"Can't I just look at you?" you teased.

"You're givin' me the look. What the hell were you two talkin' about today?" he said quietly, his eyes flitting over to Tommy quickly before landing back on you.

"I'll tell you later," you promised him. You took a step forward towards the boxes by the door but Joel's grip on your hand stopped you. His feet planted firmly on the ground caused you to swivel back to face him.

"I won't forget," he warned you before loosening his grip on your hand and letting you walk over to help Maria lift a box.

Joel picked up the last one with a grunt and followed you out the door.

"Those two seem to have hit it off real well," Tommy said to Joel. He was pouring drinks for everybody in the kitchen, while you and Maria talked animatedly over a board game that was being set up in the living room.

"Yeah, I'd say so," Joel replied, his gaze still glued to you, watching as your face lit up and your head tipped back in laughter.

"She seems a lot more like herself," Tommy said, his eyes following Joel's gaze. "She still doin' alright?"

Joel nodded, finally tearing his eyes away from you to look at his brother.

"Yeah, she's doin' great. I think bein' here in Jackson helped. Bein' safe. Knowin' you. Havin' Maria to talk to," Joel said as he reached for his glass of whiskey.

"And how 'bout you? How're you doin'?" Tommy asked quietly, not wanting you or Maria to overhear. Joel shrugged.

"Better. Panic attacks are rare. I don't tell her, but I still struggle with men lookin' at her like that. Caught a couple of newer guys checkin' her out the other night at the bar. Had to pretend I didn't feel good so we could leave," Joel admitted, taking a swig of his drink.

"Well, some of that's normal. Makes my hairs stand up, too, if I see someone starin' a little too long at Maria. Just can't beat the shit outta 'em, Joel," he said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, well. I'm still workin' on it," Joel replied, his eyes traveling back to you.

"It's good the panic attacks are goin' away," Tommy said, and Joel nodded.

"I think it's all her," he told Tommy, still looking at you. "Whenever she's around I'm just... at peace, I guess."

Tommy stared at his brother for a moment, watching the way Joel looked at you in the other room. His eyes wide and soft, and a smile turning up the corners of his mouth as you laughed at something Maria said.

"I'm happy for you, Joel," Tommy said, his voice so full of sincerity, it made Joel's head turn back in his direction. "You look the happiest I've ever seen you. You deserve it."

Embarrassed, Joel waved him off and took another drink from his glass, motioning for Tommy to top off their drinks before joining you back in the living room.

"And I'm happy for you, little brother," Joel said, clapping his shoulder and reaching his glass out to clink against the one in Tommy's hand. "Finally growin' up and settlin' down. Never thought I'd see the day."

Tommy laughed and shook his head.

"Well, when you know, you know," Tommy said, grabbing Maria's glass and nodding towards the living room.

Joel considered Tommy's words for a moment before picking up your glass and following him.

"Can I get you another one?" Maria asked you as she got up from the couch with her empty wine glass. You shook your head with a yawn.

"I don't think so, but thanks. I'm beat," you told her as she grabbed your glass on her way to the kitchen, putting both in the sink before returning to her spot curled up next to Tommy.

After moving all of Maria's boxes into Tommy's house, the four of you sat around in the living room listening to music, playing games and having a few drinks. Most of the last hour was spent talking shop about patrol while you and Maria half-listened and quietly discussed redecorating ideas for the house.

You yawned again, and this time, Joel noticed.

"Well, we should be headin' out. I think we all had a long day. And this one's got work in the mornin'," he announced, hitching a thumb in your direction. You groaned when you remembered you had to work at 9am tomorrow and stood from the armchair.

"Thank you so much for spending your day off helping me," Maria said, giving you a quick hug.

"It was no problem. I would have been bored anyway," you assured her with a smile. You turned to see Joel clap Tommy on the back in farewell as he headed to the door to pull his boots on.

"Alright then, you two. Thanks again," Tommy said to you both as you walked through the front door. You gave them a quick wave over your shoulder as you made your way down their steps and out onto the street to head home.

It wasn't too late, probably around 9 o'clock, but given the time of year, the sun set so early that it looked like it was the middle of the night.

"Didn't bring a coat?" Joel asked, shrugging his off to drape over your shoulders. You shook your head.

"It was so warm all day, I didn't think of it," you told him as you dipped your nose into the collar of his coat, inhaling his scent as you made your way home to the new neighborhood in Jackson.

His hand sought yours out at your side and he laced your fingers together, pulling a small smile across your face while you admired the small string lights draped overhead.

"So things must be getting serious with them, movin' in together and all that," Joel said, and you nodded.

"Yeah, I guess so. Did you know it's been almost a year since they started dating?"

Joel shook his head as you rounded the corner into the new neighborhood.

"Time flies," he said, and you nodded. "It was nice of you to help her out today."

"Well, she's my friend. Of course I would help her. Besides, she pointed out she's already helped move my stuff twice, so I kind of owed her," you told him with a smirk as you walked up your porch steps.

You pushed the front door open and flicked the light on, then turned to Joel to hand his coat back to him. He shut the door and took the coat from your hand.

"What were you laughin' about?" he immediately asked once the door shut, taking you by surprise. He grinned at your expression. "Told you I wouldn't forget."

You rolled your eyes and walked to the kitchen to get some water.

"It wasn't anything interesting, it was just girl stuff," you tried, but he tsk'd at your answer.

You were filling up your glass at the sink when you felt his hands wrap around your waist. Distracted, you noticed at the last second that your water was about to overflow and cursed as you quickly turned the faucet off.

With two fingers, Joel gingerly lifted the glass from your grip and placed it off to the side on the counter. You turned around to face him, his hands coming to rest on the edge of the sink behind you, effectively caging you in.

"That mean you were talkin' about me?" he asked lowly.

"Ok, yes, but not in a bad way," you finally caved, running your hands up his chest. "We were talking about the both of you, and how charming you are," you explained, leaning up to plant a small kiss on his jaw. You felt his muscles relax under your lips as you made your way slowly down to his throat.

"Then why were you laughin'?" he asked again, and you sighed before pulling back.

"Alright. Maria made a joke about you and Tommy. She basically said you're both so charming that it must be something in your genes." You looked at him, waiting for him to get the joke, but he just continued to give you a confused look.

"Genes? Jeans?" you tried again, tugging on his belt loop with the last word.

A slow smile spread across his face.

"Yeah, okay, that's pretty funny," he admitted. He leaned down and slotted his lips against yours, and you could taste the whiskey on him when he deepened the kiss. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer as his hands found their way back to your hips.

You squealed when he suddenly stooped down to lift up your legs, wrapping them around his waist before flattening his hands against your back, pinning you to his chest as his tongue swirled around yours. One hand traveled up to the back of your neck as he turned, walking the two of you towards the living room.

"What are you doing?" you giggled, your hands digging into his shoulders.

"Takin' you to the couch so we can put that 'jeans theory' to the test."

A/N: This was just a cute little idea I came up with one night, I hope you guys enjoy :)

Tag List: @chiogarza, @sparklejumpropequeen-777, @shotgun-shelby @partyofone3413 @nana90azevedo @ninaminaromina

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oogaboogaspookyman · 5 months

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Lmfao N says fuck fic how original

[SNAP]

"So, N..." Uzi sits down on her Spinny Chair Of Genius™, as she likes to call it, as N sits on a beanbag. "Since i am your new apparent admin, this means i have some form of control over you and V, yeah?"

"I guess?" N shrugs "I mean- i don't know, i'm not the human that made me, i don't know my inner workings..."

He suddenly has a small thought start to grow in his head, and immediately lets it slip out of curiosity. "Wh- what are you trying to do?? Are you gonna look through my settings..?" He scratches his head in a bashful manner, blushy as it's literally some very delicate and probably private stuff.

Uzi grins like the absolute gremlin she is, sharp teeth shining like the blade of a knife, as she fidgets with her fingers at the most chaotic thought she's had so far. Key word being: so far.

"I'm just gonna make a test, nothing harmful~" She giggles. N looks at Uzi with a metaphorical drop of sweat running down his visor as he thinks of the times Cyn giggled back in the mansion. She definetly made giggles way less scary than Uzi's.

Next day...

It started with Uzi's alarm going off. She slaps her own visor, turning it off, and promptly gets up. N seems to be deep in his sleep... Wonder what he's dreaming about? She kinda hopes it's her, but it's not something she'll reveal to any one schmuck at ALL, so thank me later.

i don't want to kill you. i don't want to kill anymore. i need you. don't go. don't leave me. please. i don't want to kill you. the universe is at risk. i can't lose more people in my life. i have to protect the universe. but you are my universe. please. no. don't go. please. i love you. i'm sorry.

XDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDDISASSEMBLYREQUIREDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXD

M1S5 M3? :)

"N!!" He wakes up screaming, startling Uzi who's sitting conviniently really close and in front of him. On top of his lap. Like in those bits in movies where the love interest is uncomfortably close to the main character. Like that. Yeah.

"Hi Uziii...??" N whispers in bashful surprise as she processes the situation. Okay so i'm sitting here right in front of him and he just woke up and sat up really close to my face it's looking like something else is gonna happen and oh my robo-god i am going to fuckin' pass out hhhhh-

"aaaaaooOKAYWEGOTTAGOORELSEWERELATETOTHEFUCKINGSCHOOLSHITAAAA" N yelps Uzi pushes him away by the face in a rush. N gets back up to yell (but like- not angry or anything, more like yelling so she hears him clearly) "Language! Your dad's around, you know?? It's why i say"biscuits" instead, i don't wanna be rude!". It's a long pause of silence as he thinks, realizing... "How can you even swear at all by the way???"

It started with a horrible, terrifying, traumatic, very lore heavy nightmare along with a scare and rush to school. This day is certainly not gonna go all too well and i am here for it he's boutta SNAP lol.

Next it was Lizzy doing her usual popular girl spoiled brat bullshit, and N cannot kill her because murder as a whole is wrong and it's no solution to anything at all. Uzi knows this and it bothers her so much more than i can describe.

Next was the teacher being this smug idiot doing whatever, giving the class a dumb thing to do without caring about anything, only looking through his phone either busy with other work or straight up messing around. Uzi and N are very much bothered by this and Uzi wants to speak up... Which she does. To no avail, as the teacher ran out of fucks to give. N just tolerates and tries to lighten up the mood by being his friendly self (got a dude and a chick head over heels for him and he doesn't realize, thinks they're just extra friendly), but it's mostly very little effect. All because he doesn't wanna be rude. It's gonna get real soon enough though.

Next was the discrimation towards N, as he is a Disassembly Drone and they're pretty scared of him... Well at least it's not ALL of them, some are very much enjoying his presence. Why that is i'll tell you in the dms because i don't think i can say it here lmfao.

Next was the teasing. Yes some drones in the school figured out the whole Nuzi shebang and are now teasing them about it. "Hey purple girl, how's the biting like?", "How does your murder buddy kiss? I'm just curious~", "How's it like living with a small girl like her? Bet she likes it when you pick her up~", "N you are so much better than her, there's that other murderous girl out there that killed Doll's parents, she seems right up your ally!", and it just doesn't stop. Ever. N is genuinely bothered by this, he's very uncomfortable.

Inconvience after inconvience, minor and major, impactful and not, it just doesn't friggin' STOP.

Luckily that's all there is, they're going home! Albeit not very happy but they're going to their comfortable space of a home nonetheless!

But i did say he's gonna snap at some point.

"Uzi, have you seen my glasses? I gotta read something important" Says Khan, not actually needing glasses as he's a robot, he can see just fine, but everyone in Copper 9 is all mimicking humans so Khan doesn't realize that and needs glasses anyway.

"I'm getting them, Mr. Uzi!" N chirps, happy to help like all the time, as he jumps up from his seat and walks around, looking for Khan's glasses. "Thanks, Uzi's very lucky to have you as this potential boyfriend!" Uzi lets out a very UNHOLY screech of embarrassment as she yells "HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND". N does sigh at this, but he's too busy looking for Khan's glasses to care.

"Ooh! There you are!" N whips out a pair of glasses from inside... Uzi's wardrobe?? Does she prank him often??? Anywho, he found the glasses!

"I got 'em Mr. Uzi!! I found them in Uzi's wardrobe which is very weird and raises a few questions but i found them nonetheless!!" Khan processes the statement and wheezes as a response.

"What? What's funny??" N is very confused. Khan chuckles as he pats N in the back, "What just happened while i was sleeping was that Uzi just hid them away as a prank of sorts, she's very mischievous!" He's giggling as he explains, and so does N because come on it's funny how could he not?

Oh and N drops the glasses in his giggle fit. Resulting in them breaking upon landing. They stop laughing as they notice this.

N's eye twitches as his hands vibrate.

"N it's okay, i'll just get new ones-" says Khan, immediately interrupted by the next paragraph under this one

"MOTHERFUCKER!!!"

Khan is startled and frozen up in shock. Uzi heard that from the other room and is also shocked. If there were birds in Copper 9 they would fly away in flocks.

"Are you- are you okay-" Khan's interrupted again. "NO I'M NOT OKAY SHIT JUST KEPT HAPPENING AND I'M FUCKING PISSED ABOUT THAT AND BECAUSE I COULDN'T FUCKING DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. SON OF A BITCH THEY KEPT ON TEASING ME AND BEING WEIRD AROUND ME AND OH MY FUCKING GOD WHY CAN'T I JUST BE TREATED LIKE A NORMAL FUCKING DRONE?!?!?!"

Khan is frozen in shock as Uzi silently giggles to herself from the other room. "It worked! I turned off his filter holy shit it worked eheheheheee!"

"I'M... I'm going outside for a breather, be right fuckin' back" N storms out through the front entrance, as Khan holds a hand out trying to stop him, "it's sunny outside, careful-" but it was too late.

"FUUCK!!" And so N storms right back in, with burns on his casing, "I'm going to Uzi's room then"

"I DID IT!!" Uzi whisper-yells to herself. Somehow.

Twas a very loud and messy day, hope you enjoyed this lmao

#murder drones #serial designation n #uzi doorman #nuzi #khan doorman #lizzy murder drones #tw swearing #like a LOT it's really scary #spooker's writing #also yeup lotta Nuzi in there lol it's fucking adorable and funny as hell haha

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kusaka6e · 2 years

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BOYS IN THE BAND

(mha ver) | aot ver | fairy tail ver

band!au

various mha x fem!reader

headcannons about mha characters as hot band member boyfriends <3

sfw

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bakugou, the drummer

we all know this mf is a menace with a pair of drumsticks in his hand

i think people were so surprised that he got a gf and he hates it LMAOOOO

so many ‘bakugou’s angry ass isn’t single but i am??’ tweets

you were the first person he met that didn’t complain about his abrasive personality and instead you just matched his sarcasm

and just like that he was in love

he is the only person allowed to bully you, if anyone else so much as tries he’s ready to go to jail for what he’d do to them (like the night you had to bail him out because he knocked a reporter out cold during a press conference for speaking negatively about you)

has your initials on his drumsticks for good luck <3

he keeps a separate section on the tour bus for your clothes/supplies for when you’re able to travel with him (he threw kaminari across the bus when denki accidentally used your blanket and now they’re all too scared to touch the drawer)

the boys always joke and say they need you around 24/7 so bakugou will stop yelling

he’s still sarcastic and mean as hell when you’re around but he almost never raises his voice or gets physical, he’s too busy keeping both his hands all over you

he’s super protective of you and has no problem showing anyone and everyone that you’re all his; normally keeps a hand in your back pocket or an arm around you when you two are out in public

he doesn’t sleep too well without you, so when the rest of the band walked onto the tour bus and saw you two cuddled up and KNOCKED out, the pictures they took circulated the internet for months

he’s the epitome of scary dog privilege <33

i like to think he hired kirishima to be security for you when he can’t be with you in person

izuku, the guitarist

he makes you watch shows from backstage so he can’t see you, if he can see you watching him perform he gets the worst stage fright LMFAOOO

sometimes he doesn’t play with a guitar pick on purpose so he can ask you to bandage up the little cuts on his hands from his guitar strings

everyone always knows what color your nails are at any given moment because he always paints his pinkies to match

i think he’d be good at a lot of instruments but guitar is just what he plays for the band; sometimes he’ll come on stage before the actual set with a fkn clarinet or some shit and everyone is like ??? bc he’s still SO GOOD at it

around your birthday, he’ll bring a couple empty cards with him to shows and have fans sign them for you to make sure you get lots of love and appreciation on your special day <3

he gets exhausted staying so positive and upbeat for the sake of his fan base, so ranting/shit talking with you is absolutely one of his favorite pastimes

and it’s SO FUNNY every time oh my god

he has the smartest mouth on the planet like sir where are you keeping all this sass ???

i think it’s easy to forget just how unhinged izuku is so hearing some of the stuff he says about people that get on his nerves never gets old LMFAOOO

bakugou is definitely you two’s gremlin child

he’s typically very nice and personable when you two are out in public and get approached by fans/paparazzi, but he is SO quick to snap on anybody who so much as looks at you the wrong way

todoroki, the bassist

this dense mf

it took him FOREVER to realize that he had feelings for you, and even LONGER to realize you reciprocated those feelings

he was getting so many tweets every day of people telling him to confess to you and he accidentally aired his feelings out for all his fans to see LMFAOOO

you literally had to facetime him like “shoto ??? did your phone get hacked or is this you??”

90% of the fan base stopped trying to hit on him and they all started yelling at him to confess his very obvious crush (and bakugou’s nosy ass was definitely in all their mentions encouraging the chaos)

he really enjoys teaching you how to play the bass, gets so giddy and proud seeing you play :(

his favorite is to sit with you between his legs so he can wrap his arms around you while he shows you which strings to play

100% uses his status to take you on super exclusive dates (shoto is a material girl)

but not in a way that’s like condescending to anyone especially the staff for the places you guys visit

sometimes you’re like “shoto how much did it cost for all this??” or soemthing and he’s like “i’ll get the money back, i just want you to enjoy yourself” <33

sometimes you and the rest of the boys have to practice interviews with him because his blunt ass mouth has gotten him bad press a few times LMFAOOOO

kaminari, the lead singer

he acts like YOU’RE the celebrity in you two’s relationship and it’s the cutest thing

like one time someone interviewing him asked how he felt about all the female attention he was getting and he goes “im getting attention from the hottest girl on the planet, that’s all i care about. have you seen (y/n)?” literally so adorable

he brings you up in every conversation without even realizing it

if you can’t make it to a show he’s talking to all the camera’s on him knowing you’ll see them after the show

“(y/n), baby, when you see this i want you to know this one’s for you, i love you!!”

he’ll jokingly fuss at the boys between songs and be all “can you guys get your shit together? my girl is watching, don’t embarrass me in front of her.”

forces the rest of his band mates to learn your favorite songs so they can surprise you by covering them

has definitely name dropped you in a song named a song after you

you are the only person he’ll let pick out the mics he uses on stage

if you’re artistic he’ll ask you to paint/decorate his mic stand <33

definitely has worn some goofy ass onesie on stage and then brought you out on stage in a matching one to serenade you

bought you a switch so you two can build a minecraft world together even when he’s on the road

#bnha #bnha hcs #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #bakugou #bakugou hcs #bakugou x reader #midoriya izuku #izuku x reader #izuku hcs #todoroki hcs #todoroki x reader #todoroki #kaminari #kaminari fluff #kaminari x reader #kaminari hcs

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threepoint14art · 2 months

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Ok so first of all i love reading your guys' tags always and forever, second of all @chocottang HIII CHOCOO (please do tell me if tagging annoys you!) You turned my braincell on, you asked such a simple and normal question and now you are gonna get lore'd about spring im so sorry- ok ok so answer here and then i start ranting about all the things ive done to this poor man if anyones interested:

He is not on the aro spectrum he just never really thought about romance for the LONGEST time. Rubbing my hands like an evil fly why would that be? Read to find out

Also while spring himself is not on the aroace spectrum i do present cami, owynn, bonnie and puppet to you humbly, the silliests ever

Basically, as you MAY have noticed, the guy has a lot of burn scars (shocking), that's because when he was little his house burnt down and his parents died and he got super fucked up, he's been in the foster system since he was like 10, no family wanted to take him in because his parents had him when they were super young and thus were disowned. So we start off strong with that, and it gets worse!

I wanted to make spring a little more unhinged because wowzers the sprintrap animatronic is evil, however his chill attitude captivated me, so i decided to make the unhinged him be his younger self, children are cruel adults are scary people in the foster system get treated as "a way to give people who cant have bio kids families" or "charity cases" instead of normal children with a lot of unnadressed issues who deserve a change to grow up with a semblance of normalcy. He was alone and scared and angry at life and thus tended to get into a lot of fights and to stealing stuff and such. Problem kid status + visibly scarred led him to never really finding a permanent home, not that he wanted one, because most of the adults in his life scared him and also wanted him to have a "new" life, AKA forget his parents and accept these new strangers as parents, horrible!

This little kid who is very scared and alone and wishes for nothing more than his parents calming him down again meets 2 even smaller kids and just, projects onto them. He started coping with all the stuff in his head through taking care of children and pretending it was also him who was being taken care of so softly and tenderly, the children being meg and fox. He just starts taking care of them and subconciously growing up really fast to get them the support and whatever they need and then out of literally nowhere hes 18. He's like "oh crap wth" Gets send off to the real world having BARELY graduated from highschool and with some money, he cannot bear the thought of losing any more people and just looks into becoming the other 2's legal guardian and gets them out of the system to live with him in the worlds cheapest house he could find

So what I mean is that he hyperfocused on being a caretaker and getting money and growing up and getting ten thousand things that the thought of romance was not even anywhere near his head, having FRIENDS was nowhere near his head. He had to find a job he had to enroll the other 2 into school he had to find another job he had to make sure their house didn't fall apart by the seams. Also fun fact, the more he grew up the more he realized he is a literal carbon copy of his dad, but visibly scarred! have fun looking in the mirror buddy

In his head, he does not really see himself as a full grown adult even though hes 24, and his weird thought of "adults being scary" still persists even though he himself is one, he doesn't like talking to grown people and that isn't helped by how he spent most of his life with Fox and Meg, he is not used to talking to people his age or older and he was too busy to actually process that romance might be something he wanted when he was just drowning in ten other thousand things already. As he got older and fox and meg also got older and got partime jobs his burden was lessened a lot and he was allowed to CHILL a little

So those 2 idiots in the drawing are vincent and leti,,, they might look like ocs and at this point they kinda are but they ARE based on the bg characters of Camarero and "Novia", they both also have their own can of worms to unpack it's insane.

Spring met Vincent at work, new coworker new hire and then Leti just stopped by sometimes to talk to vincent and he went thought ten billion crisis because "having a crush as an adult is so embarassing i need to be paying taxes"

So TLDR he had his first crushes ever at 24 because at that age he was actually allowed to chill a little and his brain finally had the room to process that romance was in fact, real. He also had to go through the "i like men???????? Im poly??¿¿" thoughts at 24, he shoulda've been at the club/ref

#ask response #NOT REALLY BUT FOR SORTING THINGS LMAO #sorry i went crazyyyyy so sorryyyy i love spring #anyways hes much chiller now hes so chill and clear pilled #fnafhs au #theres always a character people thought was an adult pensive emoji #he shouldave been at the club/ref

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pinkandpurple360 · 6 months

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Rewriting the Seeing Stars ending to be less disgusting and victim blamey (Loona and Vias conversation) 💜🤍

Via: Oh yeah he cares so much that’s why you’re here instead of him he couldn’t be bothered to show up himself. He’s too busy screaming at my mum. Why does he hate her more than he loves me?

Loona: (Sigh) Kid, I’m so sorry he’s not here. I don’t know what’s going on for you but I can see it’s hard. It’s shitty and it’s unfair to get dragged in to grown ups bull shit. I really thought he’d be here by now, he even came to the human world with us after…threatening my dad. I wasn’t really scared of him but it seems like he was blaming us instead of himself. And he just ran off when my dad was taken away somewhere even though he can fucking handle himself. Now that I think about it, me and my dad have been doing ALL the work to find y—shit I’m not helping am I? Fuck sorry this is just, kinda hard. It’s not really my business but you clearly need help. Has he, ever taken account for anything he’s done?

Via, head buried in her hands: Oh what like taken the blame? Without crying or making it about himself? Not really. He usually waits until me or mum are screaming at him before he bothers paying attention to how anybody else feels. And wow big surprise there chasing your dad around and making the little people do all his dirty work through intimidation. And he has the nerve to cry about his own mistreatment. He’s the most powerful figure in the house for fuck sake. S-Sorry I didn’t mean to swear…

Loona: Damn that’s annoying. And babe I think you’ve earned a curse or two. There’s nothing worse than people ignoring your feelings. ESPECIALLY when you’re a kid. You just get labelled as having an “attitude problem” And then they have the nerve to act all shocked when you finally snap?

Via, laughing: Yep! “Wow sweetie I didn’t realise you actually meant it when you said you were upset at me twenty times!” Maybe he’ll start giving me anger management. Even though as you’ve seen, his temper is the real scary shit. Nothing compared to my mom or me.

Loona: Yeesh! He’s never…you know, hurt you or your mom righ—

Via: Oh Satan no. Thankfully not. He’s too much of a wimp. He just attacks the imps instead.

Loona: Wow, sounds like a fuckin coward if you ask me.

Via, uncomfortable: They…both do it. I just try to ignore it but…it’s just confusing how some imps are people to him and some are just..toys. Honestly, my mums the one who lets herself go too far. Shes been pissed about the affair but it’s no excuse to try and smack somebody. I just wish she’d fucking apologise once, that either of them would fucking apologise. But, not a bit of me is scared of either of my parents in..that sense. My uncle is really creepy though…and nobody notices.

Loona, scared for her: Wait WHAT?? That sounds like a problem—

Via: It’s just how he is I guess? I mean..he treats women the same way my dad treats yours. So I guess it’s normal to me.

Loona: Honey…you and I both know it’s not. You need to tell an adult about this stuff. I..I don’t like thinking of my dad as some kind of victim. He’d tell me if he felt like one. Honestly it’s probably just some sort of disgusting..public kink play or something. Shit!! I shouldn’t be talking like this to a kid?! I’m so fucking sorry forget I said that.

Via, chuckling: It’s fine, my dad does it all the time I pretty much know everything about that stuff.

Loona, disgusted: What? Via…that is not ok.

Via: it’s just how he is…

Loona: Look…Im not an expert on this and I really think you should talk to somebody. Im not exactly big sister material I’ve got my own baggage…a LOT of baggage to deal with. But if you need someone to talk to, another girl, I’ll be here. And I can help you find some sense of identity that isn’t so…indebted to your dad all the time.

Later when their fathers are back.

Blitzø: Via! Thank Satan. And Loonie! Oh Loonie sweetie thank you for finding her I’m so sorry about that stupid acting bullshit I’ll never replace you I could never—(he flinches when she moves)

Loona, hesitantly but slowly hugs him: Dad…I’m sorry…I (tearful) I just can’t stop getting angry. I hate the desk job. But I hate failing more. I don’t think I can do it, I just, I’m so angry and I keep hurting you…I hate everybody but mostly I—

Blitzø, saddened but worried: You hate…yourself? I don’t know how anyone could hate someone like you Loonie. If it’s that important, I won’t..force you to do it anymore..I’ll miss you at the office though..try out cafe work or something (sigh) meet people your own age..I know now how weird it is for your dad to be your boss too..I guess it’s always just been normal for me. You aren’t a failure this is your first job and you tried it out. I love you Loonie. I’m proud of you.

Loona: I love you too dad. (She pulls back because physical contact is difficult for her she pats his shoulder instead)

Stolas watching them tearfully: Oh Blitzy you’re such a darling…Via, I’m so glad you’re ok, I know how sorry you are darling let’s get home and—

Via: How sorry I am?? Me??? After you fucking ignored me twice in one day for this stupid—-

Stolas: LANGUAGE!! I will not have you becoming like your B-I-t-c-h mother. Apologise to Blitzy and I, and we will be on our way. If we leave early the just the two of us-and my Blitzy of course—can watch Azathoths Tears together!

Via, tearful: I’m..sorry everyone…

Stolas smiles sweetly: See that wasn’t so hard! Ohohoho look! Fireworks! (Clapping)

Everyone just sortve awkwardly pretends they’ve never seen fireworks before to make the owl man happy.

#helluva boss #scene rewriting #seeing stars #tw abuse #tw toxic families

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letstalkaboutit100 · 5 months

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Ideas pt 22 I WOULD WANT THIS IN THE REBOOT

I NEED LESBIAN RAMONA BAD WOLF! I NEED LESBIAN RAMONA BAD WOLF! I NEED LESBIAN RAMONA BAD WOLF!

IF EAH EVER GOT A REBOOT I NEED LESBIAN RAMONA BAD WOLF! I want her to meet someone at school who's like her! A bit of a troublemaker, breaks the rules, and people fear a little. She's like Ramona but not completely. She gets detention, is a solid C to B student, and people do cower when she's near. She wears leather and fannels (they have similar styles too!) She has auburn hair that's always in a messy bun. Now I don't know who she is BUT I WANT HER. Ramona is higher than A list as the scariest person there. While she is like C or D. She's been suspended a few times. But Romona holds the record for the most in school history lol

I DON'T WANT RAMONA AND THE OPPOSITE, SWEET, KIND GENTAL S/O WHO LOVES PINK AND ALL THAT! NO TRYING TO MAKE HER A BETTER PERSON OR KNOWING THAT SPOT BEHIND HER EARS THAT MAKES HER MELT AND LEAN INTO HER TOUCH! NOPE! I WANT THEM TO BE BADASS SCARY DORKS IN LOVE!

I WANT THEM TO PUT THEIR EDOWS ON TOP OF EACH OTHER HEADS, TO WRESTLE, TO THROW PAPER BALLS AND PLANES AT EACH OTHER IN CLASS THEN END UP BEING SENT TO DETENTION BLAMING THE OTHER THE WHOLE TIME!

I WANT HER TO SECRETLY MISS RAMONA WHEN SHE GETS SUSPENDED (Which is ALL THE TIME lol) AND FOR RAMONA TO TEASE AND MAKE FUN OF THEM SAYING THAT THEY MISSED HER (doesn't know she actually did miss her. She won't ever tell her that though. Won't even admit to herself.)

I WANT CERISE TO TEASE AND MAKE FUN OF ROMONA FOR HAVING A CRUSH! I WANT ASHLYNN TO SHIP THEM! I WANT RAVEN AND HUNTER TO SUPPORT THEM! I WANT APPLE TO BE JUDGEY AT FIRST BUT GET USED TO THEM AND SHIP THEM AFTER SHE GETS TOGETHER WITH DARLING!

I WANT HER TO ACCIDENRLY FIND OUT THE TRUTH ABOUT HER FAMILY AND ROMONA GETS MAD AT THEM, SAYS A FEW THINGS AND WALKS AWAY AND INGORE HER FOR A FEW DAYS EXPECTING HER TO BLAB IT TO THE WHOLE SCHOOL AND THEN AFTER A WEEK PUSHES HER FROM BEIND BY THE ARM AND SLANS HER AGAINST THE WALK LOCKING HER IN WITH HER ARMS GROWLING AT HER FOR WHY SHE HASN'T TOLD ANYONE YET! ("Oh so NOW you want to talk to me?" *crosses her arms* "Enough with the crap! Why haven't you told anyone yet?! What are you waiting for?!" "For your information, I haven't told anyone!" *scoffs* "Yeah right! Now who did you tell!? Blondie? Grimm?" "I just said I haven't told anyone dog breath! In fact, I'm not going to tell anyone! Not Blondie, Not HM Grimm, Not ANYBODY!" "B-BUT YOU" "If you would have let me finish talking instead of storming off like a baby you would have heard me tell you I wasn't going to say anything!" *Huffs and looks away while her arms are still crossed* *Ramona is speechless and puts down her arms* "W-Why?" "Because it's none of my business that's why! I don't care who your family is!" "Oh." "Yeah oh!" "Well, you better not!" *points a claw at her* *holds her hands out in defense* "Relax, I'm not. Now can we go eat lunch?" *The bell rings* "UGHHH! Great! Now I'm going to starve for the rest of the day!" *Romona talks her hand dragging her out of school ignoring her asking where they're going* *They end up a bit beyond the school's ground and into an Apple orchard* "What are we doing here?" "You said you were hungry right?" *Climbs up and a tree lays back comfortably on its branches and throws her a bright red juicy apple* *Catches it* They spend the whole day rest of the day together eating apples and throwing the cores at each other as if nothing happened while the narrators talk about friendship and all that stuff.

#if there was ever a rebbot #ever after high #ramona badwolf #cerise hood #ashlynn ella #raven queen #hunter huntsman #sisters #I NEED LESBIAN RAMONA BAD WOLF #I make more gay ramona bad wolf stuff toworrow #ideas if it got a reboot #my ideas #espiode idea #ideas #shipping #lqbtq #lqbtq pride #lqbtq community

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thebestofoneshots · 6 months

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have you always written for the marauders or did you stumble into it or got inspired or ??? i’m just so curious ☺️

story time with Lils.

I could give a simple answer to this, very short, and all, but I feel like telling the story of how I got into fanfiction so you’ll get a whole textbook instead.

It must have been like 2009 (catch me speaking like an old person), when I was laying in my grandma’s bed, fantasizing about a self insert into Harry Potter (actual Harry Potter mind you I didn’t know the Marauders, nor was my 9 year old self in love with a Sirius yet) and thinking “Gosh wish I could write that… but I can’t because copyright and it’s illegal.”

Fast forward do 2011-2012, THE FACEBOOK ERA, and your girl stumbles into a fanpage that *literally* was all about reader inserts with certain YouTubers I had an unhealthy obsession with at the time. It was then that Lilly discovered ✨the fantastic world of fanfiction✨. And it didn’t stop.

I love reading, but I had always been one to write stories, poems, songs, you name it, I probably wrote it. And so I started writing fanfics as well. First I think it must have been the YouTubers. I also remember reading a Percy Jackson fanfic once, and omg it’s been so long, I don’t even remember the webpage I read it at, but it was like it’s own little blog with its own little colors and stuff, cool shit tbh.

Must have been around 2012 that I started a fanfic of Jack Frost. Yes ladies and gentleman, Jack Frost, he was too cute for 12 y/o Lilly. That one, is absolute cringe if I go back and read it now, but also kinda funny? The reverse harem was so heavy in that one I swear I didn’t even know that was a thing but EVERYONE was inlove with the MC.

Either way, writing longer stories really wasn’t for me back then, so I started writing oneshots. And boy-oh-boy did I love them. I must say “Thank you Bucky Barnes for existing and having me obsess over you.” I must have over 30 one shots written for him. Or more, I have never counted. Some still sitting on my drafts lol.

Then I started writing for Loki and made a small follow along fic of the series, called Time Variant 30578, and I was so proud I finished it (-ish, season 2 just came up and I still have to write for that).

Not that it’s the only thing I’ve finished, I actually wrote a book, it’s a book about a serial-kiIIer, but even if we see his life, the actual unaliving parts are told from the perspective of the victims. Pretty gory, certainly something. But I liked it. That one’s done and sitting in my computer. I still want to find time to edit it and maybe publish it one day, but who knows? Off topic.

Anyway I rewatched SPN and wrote a few shots for one of the loves of my life Dean Winchester. And I have pondered on writing a series for a gender-bend spell type of thing. A short one (but actually short this time, not like GC).

And then, somewhere in between me starting a small business of HP stuff and watching Tick…Tick…Boom! (Which had me obsess over Andrew), and the already smoldering obsession with Ben, I started reading Marauders fics. Discovering the magical world of ✨Poly!Marauders✨

And then I wrote the first part of Gilded Constellations (march this year, probably) and then the second and then the first 12 parts and then I decided to post it and then people showed actual interest?!?! And I kept writing and writing and then I wanted GC to have smut. But I was shit at smut and wanted to practice so The Five Senses was born. After a LOT of research, I kid you not, so much reading fics and even YouTube tutorials lol (on writing guys, that kind of content is NOT allowed on YouTube!). Anyway, writing just solidified my obsession with my boys. And then there was Maraudween, more smut practice but also, I kind of like writing smut at this point? And scary action filled stories??? Right up my ally.

So yeah, in short; I’ve always been a writer, I have always liked Harry Potter and I have been writing fanfics for a while and just recently started writing for the Marauders, but you’re not gonna stop me any time soon.

I like living in my own head, and I love writing stories, and I adore our boys so, you’ll be seeing so much of me you’ll get sick of it lol

Did that answer your question? I feel like one of this teachers that students ask a question to and then tell the entire story of their life. But I feel like I did answer the question.

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mwolf0epsilon · 2 years

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The Big Friendly Clone

Summary: Life at the farm is often quite dull for Luke. But when his aunt Beru sends him on a little errand to return something to forgetful Mr. Kenobi, the young boy ends up accidentally stumbling upon quite the sizeable secret.

[I just really wanted to write lil Luke interacting with Cody, and what better AU to do this with than Tatooine Odd Encounters? A prelude to this little drawing I did a while back.]

[THIS STORY IS NOW ON AO3]

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Luke is only 10 years old but he's already got quite a few responsibilities to carry on his little shoulders. When you lived as a moisture farmer on Tatooine that was usually the way things were. Work first, fun later. Even if work is long and boring and you have a lot of other things you'd like to be doing instead.

But of course Uncle Owen doesn't ever let up whenever Luke's mind begins to wander towards other things outside of the usual farm duties. The myriad of imaginative wonders in his head can always wait for after their equipment is tended to. And (even if sometimes chores took a whole day), there was always the cool sunsets atop the dome of their humble home, where he could play pilots and pirates to his heart's content.

Or at least until supper was ready. He'd never miss his aunt Beru's cooking for anything in the world. Or the whole wide galaxy for the matter!

Still (responsibilities or not), Luke is young and he'd like to not have to do errands as often as he has to. He's glad his aunt and uncle now trust in him to go into town on his own (he'd gotten far when the scary lady had chased him, and he knew how to avoid the Sand People's usual routes).

He's not that little anymore, and he likes the vote of confidence. But going to town to deliver a bunch of things to people, or to go to the shops to get certain parts that the shopkeepers are trying to overprice because they think you're too young to know this stuff, had lost it's luster on the 5th run of the week... Especially when he still had his other chores to do!

So it was with this in mind that a great big unhappy frown (uncle Owen had said he shouldn't pout, and he wasn't pouting, he did not pout) settled on Luke's face, as his aunt Beru gave him a satchel that contained some kind of parcel to be delivered to stars only knew who this time around.

"It won't take long dear." She reassured as she made sure the straps were adjusted to better fit his size. "You'll be back before you even know it."

"But then I'll still need to go check on the vapor collectors... That'll take all day!" He threw his arms up in frustration, feeling that this was all a little unfair. The other kids would all be playing bolo ball without him again, and it was because of some dumb parts that kept acting up, and all these dumb errands keeping him busy...

"Sometimes we all need to give up some of our time for things to work out." Beru finished adjusting the straps before ruffling his already messy hair. "It's never fair to have to set priorities just to ensure you're able to sleep under a roof, have a cup to drink from, or food on the table. But that's unfortunately how life works out for many."

"I just want to play with my friends..." Luke frowned even more (he didn't pout, big boys don't pout), not feeling at all comforted by his aunt's words.

"And you will. I'll have a word with your uncle once you're off to return this to Ben, that silly muppet of a hermit..." Beru smiled fondly. "I swear, if that man didn't have his head screwed on tight, he'd lose it!"

Oh, so he was delivering something to Kenobi's hut? That did make things at least a little more interesting, if only just a bit.

Old Ben didn't live too far from the farm (they weren't neighbors per say but the route was doable in less than 40 minutes if you didn't get sidetracked). His secluded little hut was just over to where the sandy dunes turned into a rocky canyon that sometimes attracted the Sand People's attention...

But as of late the path had become less treacherous as there had been lesser and lesser sightings of new camp sights, or any of their scouting parties for the matter. Something had undoubtedly spooked the Sand People and it had been a bit of a relief to the townsfolk and local moisture farmers.

Uncle Owen wasn't so easy to put at ease however, and Luke was fairly certain that his recent solo excursions to town were to upgrade his and aunt Beru's emergency riffles, rather than to check up on the progress of their speeder's repairs. Luke couldn't blame him. Not when there was a monster on the loose!

While the adults didn't speak much of it anymore, the other kids still did so on a regular basis. And what a bountiful source of ideas the children's rumor mill could be! Much more focused and less dismissive on what could possibly have taken out a heavily guarded imperial Outpost.

The consensus among the kids was that those overzealous Empire people had gone and gotten themselves killed with one of their own experiments. Their blatant arrogance more than enough to get them killed one way or another. Tatooine wasn't particularly forgiving to those that didn't respect it, and the Empire seemed to be full of jerks that thought they were better than everyone else. Making a monster might seem like a good idea to a bunch of bullies like that. And now it was somewhere out there, likely giving the Sand People and Jawas a hard time.

Uncle Owen had plenty of reasons to want to keep the farm safe from such a creature. Although, logically speaking, Luke doubted their humble little corner would ever get one such visit. A creature so big that it'd destroy an outpost single-handedly would likely never go for small fry like them, simple moisture farmers. It would be cool to get to see it though...

The trek towards Kenobi's was quiet. He pays attention to his surroundings just in case something doesn't seem right, but mostly Luke gets to go at his own pace. Gets to let his mind wander. The parcel isn't heavy and the weather is pretty nice today. A rare cool breeze makes the twin suns' rays bearable.

The scenery is almost picturesque, or whatever it was that you called painted landscapes on tourist-trap postcards. In all honesty the rocky canyon always sparked a little bit of curiosity in Luke. If you looked in the right places you might even find a few hidden treasures, like krayt dragon bones or even perfectly smoothed stones that shone like gems. It was a sight of ample opportunities to either discover something precious or catch wind of an unknown mystery.

Living there must be an adventure of its own, especially now that there's so little danger roaming about. Everyone in town (and uncle Owen) thought that Old Ben was a fool for living up there on his own, even with the Sand Folk temporarily gone. Luke thought it made him interesting. Everyone needed at least something to make them seem a little bit mysterious rather than boring.

This thought train is derailed the moment he begins to climb the last stretch of the way. Mostly because there's a rather odd (and massive) shadow cast over the path that shouldn't be there... Or at least hadn't been there the last time he'd made the trip.

The stories alone really don't do it justice. The moment he peeks behind the outcrop of rocks just over the last few steps of the top of the canyon, instead of seeing the hut with the parked speeder and the tied Eopie all Luke can see is a mass of gray. It completely hides the sandstone structure from view and (from what he can estimate), would likely blot out the suns entirely if this thing were to be standing up. That's how big it is!

The monster that had haunted Luke's (and all of the kids in town's) imagination for the last couple of weeks was here. And it was apparently asleep curled up around Old Ben's hut... Uh.

For a moment there's a little bit of concern for what might have happened to the man himself. Seeing as his Eopie is nowhere to be seen however, Luke opts to be optimistic and thinks maybe he wasn't home when the monster decided to claim it as a napping spot. Or it just ate them both and then decided to take a quick nap. Which would make Luke's errand a little bit of an impossible task, if there's no one to return the parcel to.

Well, impossible or not, uncle Owen and aunt Beru didn't raise no quitter!

First thing's first, he needed to figure out how to get past the wall of gray that was blocking his path. Which meant figuring out how deep asleep this creature was. Which in turn meant also figuring out where the front and rear end were. Hard to tell from where he was standing really...

His aunt and uncle had taught him to always assess a situation first and then to act accordingly but, seeing as he wasn't a particularly fearful child, Luke isn't immune to the wonders of impulsive thoughts. Especially when he realizes he can't find the eyes (thus unable to give himself the advantage of knowing where to run to if the monster woke up). These aforementioned impulsive thoughts tell him that in order to get a better idea of how to proceed, he should definitely arm himself with a rock or a very long stick and then get closer. If push came to shove, he could try blinding it with a well aimed rock or the jab of a sharp stick. Provided it doesn't have hundreds of eyes, in which case his tipyip might be cooked...

Small little tentative steps carry the young boy closer to the big slumbering unknown currently before him. The closer he gets the more aware Luke becomes of just how absolutely gargantuan this creature is. Likely to be around the same size of a Greater Krayt Dragon sans the multiple limbs or lashing tail. He also notices how noisy it is even while it sleeps. Big deep snores that made nearby gravel rattle, and the faint lub-dub of its heartbeat against the ground. There's also the stench... Dirty synthetic fabric and the distinct smell of sweaty skin mixed with something else Luke can't identify (and likely doesn't want to). Of all the things he and the other kids had imagined, Luke never thought that a monster would smell bad enough that his nostrils and eyes were starting to drip.

It almost makes him consider turning back and telling aunt Beru he couldn't return the parcel because obviously Old Ben had been eaten by the outpost monster that apparently stank like wet Bantha. But she'd likely give him an unimpressed look and send him back only to be met once again with this giant obstacle. You tell someone a little white lie once, and suddenly they won't let you live down the "Massiff ate my Benduday best". He'd never liked that tunic anyway...

Focusing once again on the task at hand, Luke swallowed thickly around the lump in his throat and kept approaching the gray beast. It strikes him as odd how its humongous body curves around the hut, until it clicks that it's body structure might be bipedal like that of a humanoid. Shaped like a person but the scale doesn't add up. He's no fancy-smanchy scientist but Nurse Yuna back in town had told him and the other kids that people didn't grow past a specific height because most habitable planets didn't have gravity that helped sustain that sort of body type. Any bigger than the norm and you'd find it difficult to move or even breathe, which was a scary thought.

She'd told them this because they'd been exchanging ideas about the outpost monster, and Lola Voh had suggested that maybe it was a real life giant from the tales of old. Luke was starting to think she might be right. Especially when he noticed the Imperial starship tarp covering what he assumed was its head. Whatever the monster was, it was smart enough to improvise some kind of protective cover to shield its face from the suns while it slept. An animal would have likely just picked somewhere with shade to sleep, or maybe would even burrow beneath the sand.

Using tools was a mark of intelligence. Or so the adults often said. Well, Luke knew toddlers could also use tools and it didn't mean they were particularly smart. Or friendly. Toddlers don't have to think about anything but themselves because they're only little. The giant, because he's labeling it as such now, likely doesn't have to think about anything but itself because it's so big.

A loud snort made the hairs on the back of Luke's neck rise up as the giant began to move about in its sleep. The young boy stilled completely, hoping that he'd go unnoticed if it woke up. To his great relief (and also annoyance) it seemed to only change positions so it was more comfortable. Back flat on hot soil, belly up, limbs stretched out and tarp still over the head (although now he caught sight of a hint of dark curls with silver streaks running through them).

The good news was that it had moved enough that now Luke could see the entrance to Old Ben's hut, which meant he could throw the parcel in and be done with this. The bad news was that one of the giant's arms was still very much in the way, while the other was slung over it's covered face. If not for the terrifying difference in scales it almost seemed like the giant was using the hut as a plush toy.

"Dank ferrik..." Luke bit his bottom lip as he whispered out a curse he most definitely hadn't heard his uncle yell once when he'd gotten his fingers caught in one of the vapor collectors, no siree.

The door was out of commission for now. But maybe, if he used the giant's arm to his advantage, he might be able to climb in through one of the windows. He just had to be very careful not to wake his improvised step ladder.

Even from where he's standing Luke is well aware that this plan isn't his brightest. But considering he doesn't know what else he could possibly do to remedy the situation, he has no other choice but to take another deep breath and approach the giant's arm. It's surprisingly firm, even while relaxed, and very warm as well. The young boy glances towards the giant's covered face and, upon seeing the lack of reaction, fully clambered onto the enormous limb.

Fleet-footed and doing his best to keep his balance, Luke crept towards the window of Old Ben's hut. Unaware that his presence had, in fact, been noticed... He only gets an inkling of an idea that the giant is awake when he plants his hands firmly on the windowsill and realizes that it's suddenly very quiet. And then a massive shadow was cast over him. Luke barely had time to scream before five truly ginormous digits wrapped around his little frame.

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Obi-wan was pleased with his find. It had taken him a few long days of careful searching and a lot of coaxing his stubborn old Eopie to help him on this endeavor. But, at long last, he'd found the perfect cave for Cody to take up residence in while he learned to truly master his newfound size-shifting abilities.

With enough time and patience Obi-wan was fairly certain this would be an achievable goal. No matter how uncertain Cody himself felt about this. It was a form of Force power, one of rather unusual and synthetic nature, but still something that should in theory be able to be controlled with enough discipline. And (while his Padawan-training track record wasn't exactly the best), Obi-wan hoped he could at least provide some help and insight if his ex-commander would let him. It was the least he could do to make him a little more comfortable in his skin, now that he was free from the Empire. First however, he'd concentrate on helping make this cave into a home instead of some kind of prison or nook where the abnormally large clone might feel he'd been relegated to for reasons untrue. Where they'd get furniture that matched his exact proportions, he wasn't sure just yet...

As he mulled over this very topic, Obi-wan startled when Silas decided to stop. The old Eopie wasn't fond of Cody in the slightest due to their rude introduction and, whenever they were to return to the hut, the rather opinionated animal would begin to fuss like this.

"One of these days my friend..." The old Jedi shook his head as he settled back on his saddle. "One of these days you'll find him endearing."

The displeased grunt he got in return seemed to say otherwise. Eopies were truly stubborn beasts of burden. Not even treats seemed to change Silas's mind all that much anymore.

"Such a fuss over a simple fright..." Obi-wan chuckled as he gave the grumpy Eopie a much appreciated pat on the side. "You'll change your tune about this yet, I just know it..."

The chuckling died down when a distant shriek rang out through the air. A loud and rather familiar sounding shriek. Mirth of the moment forgotten, Obi-wan could feel his stomach plummet deep within his core as he recognized the frightened cries of the child he'd vowed to protect. What he might be doing so far from home he wasn't sure, but if the Sand Folk had returned and caught him unawares...

He couldn't bare even think it.

Silas bellowed in annoyance as he was urged to run forward rather than walk back at a steady pace. Obi-wan barely asked of him to do so much as a quick trot, so his displeasure was felt in the way he jerked his reigns in obvious offense. Thankfully the animal obliged its rider even if it wasn't happy about it.

A million thoughts raced across Obi-wan's mind as Silas galloped towards the source of the shrieks. The familiar canyon where he resided coming into view, as he considered what might have drawn Luke so close to somewhere so dangerous. Perhaps the absence of the tribes that Cody had accidentally caused had filled the boy's mind with careless lust for adventure. Perhaps he'd come across an equally bold scouting party that had come to assess whether or not the "danger" had passed. Perhaps he might be too late to save yet another Skywalker, his mission always set to fail in one way or another. Perhaps... Perhaps he was overthinking things.

Silas came to a screeching halt as the object of his contempt came into view. Grunting in even louder displeasure seeing as he had been forced to run for naught. Because Luke was not shrieking in fear, but rather delight.

Obi-wan stared up in shock and amusement at Cody. The giant clone sat by the hut, exactly where Obi-wan had left him prior to going on another search for a place for his friend to live. One of his arms was held up straight in front of him, while the other hovered nearby just in case the young boy currently running and climbing on it were to fall off. The old commander had an undoubtedly curious look on his face as the child seemed all too happy to use him as a jungle gym of sorts.

Relief washed over the exiled Jedi as he watched them for a moment, before both finally took notice of the fussy Eopie and his rider. While he couldn't see the look on Luke's face all too well, Obi-wan imagined he must be smiling from just the way he was waving and hollering at him.

"Mister Kenobi, your friend is super awesome!!!"

It was going to be interesting to explain to the lad that he wasn't allowed to tell anyone about Obi-wan's 'super awesome' friend. As if reading his mind, Cody carefully scooped up the boy and settled him back down on the sandy ground.

"YOU FORGOT SOMETHING ON YOUR LAST TEA VISIT..." He spoke as softly as possibly, but Cody's voice was still quite deep and booming. There was a hint of laughter to it that he'd recognize even if it had become any more altered than it already was. He'd familiarized himself with his friend's subtle emoting a long time ago. "GIVE IT TO HIM KID..."

Luke dutifully ran over to Obi-wan and Silas, giving the Eopie a quick pet before taking a wrapped parcel out of his satchel. The familiar shape of it made the once acclaimed negotiator's ears burn with embarrassment at his apparent carelessness.

"Ah..." He took back his lightsaber and refused to meet Cody's eye. Knowing fully well that he'd find amusement at his expense in those large dark pools of his "My mistake."

He really ought to get a strap for that slippery saber of his. Or perhaps a bell... He didn't think he'd be living this one down any time soon.

#Eps Writes #star wars #the clone wars #kenobi #Tatooine Odd Encounters AU #Luke Skywalker #Beru Lars #Obi wan Kenobi #Commander Cody #g/t #giant/tiny #size difference #size shifting

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17, 18, 29, 35, and 40 for Dzhiya too

How well can your oc keep secrets? Is there a difference between how they handle their own vs someone else’s? To what lengths would they go to keep something hidden?

Dzhiya is fucking BALLER at keeping secrets. She's one of the best secret keepers you could give a secret keeper to. She's not a fucking snitch. Even if she's scared out of her wits by the situation, she's not going to squeal about anything - ESPECIALLY if it's a friend. Hell, she'd hold up to torture and threat of death if need be. Even if it's just work stuff - like a FLARPing group trying to keep their found treasure secret - she'd never tell a soul what she was paid to keep quiet. In fact, before i did a soft reset on her, she was actively friends with and supported a hemorebel. Their secrets are her secrets! She doesn't have much of her own, but she doesn't need to have any!

I think it would be more interesting to ask about the situations in which she WOULD snitch - and the answer to that is that she'd only do it if she felt like keeping the secret would harm her friends more than it would help them.

How does your oc fare in an emergency situation? Do they panic, do they freeze, do they take charge?

She's quite excellent at handling emergencies! As a FLARPing guide for hire, she has to be! She does everything she can to keep her teams alive, whether that's some basic patchwork first aid, or springing to action to fight back against an ambush. As I've joked before, her fight or flight response has been twisted so hard to fight that it's broken the dial. She's terrified, but by god will she stab a bitch to neutralize the scary thing. It also helps that her psionic power allows her to sense when danger is approaching and as long as she trusts her instincts, she won't be harmed. Usually.

How empathetic is your oc? Or are they closer to being a sociopath? Any reason why?

oh she is the FARTHEST thing from a sociopath. Dzhiya is empathetic to a fault! I think she'd be very easy to RP as a pale floozy, because she's easy to gain pity from! I don't think there's a specific reason for it - i think she's just got a big heart and naturally is just a people pleaser. She's a worry wart and in the toxic, high-octane survivalist culture of Alternia, Dzhiya is determined to survive and make as little waves as she can. She's also pretty fearful - so I suppose that's where a lot of her empathy comes from? The knowledge that even people who act like assholes could just be lashing out in fear.

However, her empathy does have a limit. She's no saint - and while she can easily hand out pity like candy, she knows toxic behavior when she sees it. She knows not to make herself into a punching bag for someone who does not and would never pity her back. She wants to be a friend, not a lusus, to people.

Is your oc a workaholic, or do they find it hard to be busy at all? Do they find it easy to relax, or must they have something to do at all times? Why?

Oho - A good question! Thinking on it... I don't think she's a workaholic? She works a lot, of course - her line of work isn't exactly one where you have frequent breaks. Being a FLARP guide means that you have to be available 24/7 on your campaigns. Once it's over, she does like to sit back and relax with other FLARP guides in their designated FLARP villages where they rest, recoup, and solicit more employment. She's quite good at compartmentalizing so even if things get pretty traumatic, she can focus on taking care of herself instead of wallowing in despair.

How humble is your oc? Or are they closer to royal in their self-perception? Why? Is this obvious to others?

She's very humble! She's quite aware of her own place in the hemospectrum and she's very aware of her own mortality. Watching a lot of your friends get slaughtered in front of you by a rainbow drinker will do that to someone, lol. She doesn't think she's particularly special as a person, nor does she thinks he's exceptionally skilled. Clarivoyants (as she thinks she is one, lol) are dime a dozen, and hers only works on an instinctual, 3 second ruleset. Really not the most interesting or useful power for anyone but herself! She doesn't believe she'd be the type of person who gets singled out as exceptional by anyone.

That being said, Dzhiya does think her greatest strengths are her own downfall. Her loyalty is one she's accepted could kill her one day, and her hobbies may get her into a situation she won't be able to get herself out of. Her brilliant mind that has her studying rainbow drinkers in her free time plagues her with nightmares, as she's well aware that her own obsession is dangerous and has killed her friends in the past. Her fears in life are that she's not enough. Not enough to save herself, or others. She has quite a crippling fear of loss and death!

I feel like this is pretty obvious to others.

#Dzhiya answers #dzhiya godwin #ask meme #dzhiya headcanons #dis-asterism #thank you for the ask!

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Watched Key's episode of I Live Alone featuring Renjun :P I couldn't find one video of the whole episode so I don't know if these videos make up the entirety of the episode. (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Baby photos of Kibum hiking with his parents :3

Kibum trying on a hundred beanies.

So Renjun is an avid mountain man. Nature boy indeed.

Renjun hiking with Junhui

Kibum came armed with so much equipment and meanwhile Renjun's just in a light jacket and sneakers.

Them seeing the guy with the walking poles and jeans and being like that dude's definitely knows what he's doing XD

The hosts were saying that Kibum was getting too excited by everything at the beginning of the trip and that he would tire easily lol.

Doing old people stretches to Renjun's calming voice lmfao.

I think the stamina for hiking mountains is very different from regular cardio though. There's the fact that you're constantly going up, so thighs are probably burning, but the air would also be thinner as you go up the mountain too. So makes sense that Renjun said to watch your breathing.

Kibum: I get tired when I walk to the second floor Big same

Renjun found a bigass branch (?) for Kibum to use as a walking stick XD

Renjun's enjoying the scenery and Kibum's just fighting for his life XD

Oh man the padded vest KILLED Kibum ToT He must have been so overheated.

When Kibum asked Renjun to sing a song, I recognized the song he sang as the song that Exo performed on Immortal Song XD

FLYING SQUIRREL RENJUN that's so cute :P He's wearing baggy clothing too so he kind of completes the look.

Kibum is realizing that he's so tired because he carried so much stuff TAT

Kibum seeing this stairway and going yeah that's fucked up

Renjun must have thighs of steel lol.

The map as a handkerchief is really helpful eh? Multi-use.

Renjun having to boost Kibum from behind ToT He was saying that it's harder if you go more slowly. I can kind of see where he's coming from.

Renjun dashing up the stairs on twos :P

Remember that there is also the camera operator who is hiking along with them XD

It is indeed very pretty though, I wish I lived in a place with mountains sometimes. Instead the place I live is flatter than a pancake ToT

Looks like the crew also has a drone camera filming them.

Kibum running after Renjun like a grandparent XD because his running was shaking the bridge.

The hosts commenting on how Renjun isn't even sweating XD

They bumped into the mountain expert who was already on his way down XD And Kibum was like "...but you're in jeans ToT"

Oh my god that's so scary ToT

Kibum fighting for his life on this stairs XD He was like "omg Renjun just leave me and go on without me I don't think I can make it"

Kibum being dragged along by Renjun lmao

They made it!!!!

OMG Kibum was carrying soooo much in his bag. He had a wholeass PICNIC MAT, he had all kinds of food ToT No wonder he was so tired.

Renjun doesn't want to eat any of the food XD Immediately after I've done something super strenuous, I don't really have an appetite, so it might be the same with him.

Renjun brought his iPad to draw XD Their priorities are so hilarious.

Lmao Kibum just having a wholeass feast.

Kibum feeling maternal to Renjun? XD

ToT Renjun's picture, so misunderstood lmao

Meanwhile Kibum pressing leaves :P

Glad there seems to be a fence around them because I'd be so paranoid about falling off lol.

We didn't see any of the trip down by foot. I kind of wanted to see how much easier of a time they'd having going down. They just walked down to the cable car station and took the cable car back down.

Kibum got through three levels of taekwondo

Renjun surfs in the summer and snowboards (?) in the winter. He's the kind of extrovert who always has to keep busy with activities!!

Omg Renjun goes camping too. Though I think what is referred to as camping might be glamping lol.

Renjun trying to think of hobbies for Kibum and suggesting magic, archery XD

This was so fun!! It made me jealous that there aren't mountains in my part of the world :< I think it'd be a nice low cost way to get some exercise and enjoy scenery lol.

#screencaps & commentaries #i live alone #kvariety #shine #kim kibum #nct #nct dream #huang renjun #key & renjun

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hi<3 the request w shouto abt fem reader talking to much is just a regular request (not part of the game) lol. thank you for taking the time to write it and i look foward to reading it !!

Omg!!!! I’m so excited my first request 😭

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Around most people, you were quiet and minded your business. Most people think you're super shy. But around your friends? You're the most talkative person in the group. You love telling stories about things that have happened to you and different funny stories. Around your boyfriend, Shoto, you could go on and on about your day and the show you were currently watching. You loved to talk about things, even if you knew who you were talking to wasn't fully listening.

Today you were on cloud 9 super happy. You and Shoto had decided to move in together, so you and your friend group went out to celebrate. "You guys are such a cute couple. Moving in together is gonna be great for you." Mina chirps happily to everyone. You smile at her and grab Shoto's hand, laying your head on his shoulder.

You spent the night laughing and telling stories with all your friends. You're telling the story about the first time Todoroki asked you out when you get interrupted by his phone ringing. He excuses himself, moving away from the table to take the phone call. You finish your story, and everyone decides it's getting late, so they should start to head home. Right, when they get up, Todoroki reappears at the table. "Hey, man. We're gonna get going. Congrats tho. Have a safe walk home." Sero says before leaving. Shoto gives him a nod and turns to leave with you.

On the walk home, all you can talk about is moving in with him. "Ooo, and you know that extra room you have that could be a guest room. And I have all these little kitchen tools I can move into your kitchen." You went on and on about what you wanted to bring to his apartment. He stayed quiet, letting you go on, figuring you'd stop talking soon.

By the time you got to his apartment, you had still been talking the whole time. He unlocked the door, opening it for you and stepping inside. "Oh, and I have the cutest blanket we could put on your bed. It would go perfectly." You say as you kick off your shoes and skip around in front of him. "Y/n, could we talk about this tomorrow? It's just kinda been a long day. I'm tired." Shoto says, finishing taking off his shoes and starting to walk past you. "Oh, ok. Hey, did I tell you about this k-drama I started watching? It's been soooo crazy. The couple keeps-"

"Y/n PLEASE! My god, do you ever stop talking? Just shut up for 2 seconds, I don't care about the stupid show, and I don't care about the stupid blanket. Just let me have some peace and quiet. You are so annoying. Ya know what, I know you're incapable of shutting your mouth, so better yet, go home and let me enjoy the last few days I have alone here without having to constantly hear your stupid voice."

Shoto snaps. He's never rose his voice at you, he rarely rose his voice at all. But when he did raise his voice, it was scary, threatening, something that could make anyone second guess why they made him mad. You stand there stunned, wide eyes starting to fill with tears, your hands slightly shaking. You never liked crying in front of people, so the second you knew you couldn't hold it back, you turned and grabbed your shoes, leaving out the door.

At the time, Shoto didn't think a second thought about what he said. He was too focused on his stuff he went straight to bed. You left, tears streaming out of your eyes as you walked home. You wanted to talk to someone, go to Mina's and explain, but deep down, you were insecure. You always thought maybe your friends did think you were annoying and hated when you told them about stuff, so instead of bothering her, you went home. Walking through the door, immediately going to your room, and climbing under the covers. Sobbing into your pillow and eventually falling asleep.

In the morning, you wake up to meet Mina and Uraraka for Patrol. While getting ready, your phone lights up. You look at it, seeing its Shoto, ignoring it, and finishing getting ready. After a few seconds, he calls again, and again, and again. Each time, ignoring it, continuing your morning routine. Eventually, you hear text messages start coming in. You don't bother trying to look at them. It wasn't necessarily that you were mad at Shoto. You were just sad. It took long for you to get comfortable enough to really not worry about if people thought you were annoying. But hearing it from Shoto, the one person you felt like you could always talk to and feel happy around, that hit deep.

You finish getting ready, heading out the door. You walk a short walk and see Mina and Uraraka waiting for you. You walk up, smiling at them and waving. Not wanting them to think anything is wrong. "Morning, Y/n," Uraraka said, smiling and waving. “Morning.”

You guys waste no time getting to patrol right away. You guys walk and talk, Mina, telling you about how last night on the walk home, she and Kirishima ran into some petty criminals trying to carjack a lady. “What about you, Y/n? Anything interesting happen last night? You been quiet, girl.” Mina says after she finishes her story. “Oh um, nope. Nothing.” You say, smiling at her. “Have you and Todoroki started talking about your place and what you’re gonna move in?” Uraraka asks, obviously happy for you. “A little.” You answer.

Both Mina and Uraraka stop and look at you. “You sure you’re ok?” Mina says, a little more concerned. “Yes. I'm fine. Just tired.” You say, trying to assure them. They seem like they don't believe you, but don't ask any more questions. After a few more minutes, you notice in the distance Shoto coming toward the three of you. “Hey, I'm gonna go check around across the street. I’ll be right back.” You say leaving them.

Just as you walk away, you can hear Shoto coming up. “Hey. Todoroki. I did not know you were on patrol today.” You hear Uraraka say before you step out of earshot.

“I'm not. I was hoping to see Y/n before I have to go to the agency.”

“She just walked away. Y/n is right over there. You can probably catch her.”

“I do not have time. Just tell y/n I came, please.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Mina nods as he walks away. Both girls head in the direction that you went. When they find you, they inform you of what he said. “Ok.” You say, ready to move on. “Wait, did something happen?” Mina asks, stepping in front of you. Before you can answer, your phone starts ringing again. You take it out and see the name again was Shoto. You do the same as before, just putting it back in your pocket. “It's nothing. It's fine.” You say, walking around her.

The rest of the day is quiet, in more ways than one. Now and then, you would get a call or text from Todoroki, but you never acknowledge it, focusing on other things. Eventually, you make it home. It's around the afternoon, and you had planned on doing some packing today, but don't feel like it anymore. Does he still want to move in with you? Did he ever? Was it you pushing him, and he never actually wanted to be around you? You're pulled from your thoughts, hearing a knock at the door. You pause, waiting to see who it is. "Y/n? Love, are you in there? I heard you were off patrol and figured you came back. Please, I'm sorry." You hear Shoto's voice.

He doesn't care. He doesn't want you to be mad at him, so he's trying to make it right but he doesn't care. You annoy him as you do everyone else. You're annoying.

You're annoying.

You're annoying

The words keep playing, over and over again, in your head. You turn away, walking away from the door, going into your room, and getting into more comfortable clothes, waiting, hoping he goes away. Eventually, it gets quiet. You figure he finally left. You sit on your couch, looking at the small things you had started to pack. Should you pack? Should you even try? You're supposed to move in with him soon. Will it still happen? Should it still happen? Maybe not. You care about him, but maybe you shouldn't move in, so you don't bother him.

You spend the night thinking, trying to get your head on straight, wondering what to do, how to deal with this. You're on your couch when you hear the front door open. You quickly turn around, on high alert, until you see Mina and Uraraka walking through the door. "What are you guys doing here? And how did you get in?" You say surprised and confused. "Todoroki gave us his key. He's been looking for you." Mina says as they come in and sit by you.

"So what happened? Why are you avoiding him? What did he do?" Mina asks. "Wait, wait. No offense, Y/n. But Todoroki is really sweet. I doubt he did something, on purpose at least." Uraraka says. "Yeah, she's right. So what happened? Maybe it was only a misunderstanding." Mina says. You shake your head, "No, he meant what he said. No misunderstanding." They both give you a sad look. "I really don't wanna talk about it. You guys can stay if you wanna hang, but if not, then please just go." You say.

They look at each other before sitting back and grabbing the tv remote, turning on a movie. You spend the night eating snacks and watching movies. As it gets late into the night, there's another knock. Mina gets up, walking to answer it. On the other side of the door, Todoroki gets excited seeing it about to get opened, only for the excitement to disappear when he sees it's not you. "She ok?" He asks Mina. She shrugs, "Doesn't wanna talk about whatever it was that happened." She says. He nods before a sudden extra sad look comes over his face. "What?" Mina asks. "She stopped packing. She told me most of the living room would be done by today." He says, looking past her, around the room, also looking to see if you were listening.

After Todoroki leaves, on the drive, all he can think about is if it's over. Were you done with him? Would you ever want to talk to him again? He didn't mean what he said. He was upset and stressed. His dad had called, pressing him about his work, his life, everything. He was just so done with all of it. He needed time to think at the time, and he just snapped. It was not your fault. You were just being you, and he loves you. He wasn't thinking.

Todoroki went home feeling defeated, feeling unbearably sad, knowing it was probably over. He knew how insecure you feel sometimes. Why did he have to say that? Why would he say that? He knew you probably never would want anything to do with him ever again.

For the next few days, you kept your distance. Not from just Shoto, but from all your friends, not wanting to weigh your problems or insecurities on them. Shoto stopped trying to contact you, figuring if you wanted to talk to him, you would, and if not, he deserved it.

One night, Kirishima invited everyone over for a movie night. You decided to go, but stay quiet, not bothering anyone. You took your time walking up to his house. From the inside, Todoroki saw you coming. In a sudden moment of confidence, he got up, walking out the door to meet you. You saw him and stopped, looking down, not wanting to make eye contact. "H-hi, Todoroki." You said, fidgeting with your fingers. "Y/n, please. Can we talk? I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. Please forgive me, even though I don't deserve it..." He says, walking closer to you. "You don't have to feel bad. It's ok, I understand. I'll stop talking so much." You say, still not looking at him. "No, no. I don't want that. None of us want that. I'm so sorry. I was stressed cause my dad had called, but that is no excuse. I shouldn't have said those mean things to you. I swear I didn't mean it. I love when you talk. I love when you tell me about your day and the shows you watch. You always get so happy, and you always look your happiest talking about the things you love. I never would want to take that away from you. I understand if you don't want to be with me anymore, but please, please know that I am so sorry." Todoroki says, pleading to you, almost in tears asking for your forgiveness.

The second he started talking, tears flowed out of your eyes, you being unable to stop them. You wanted to forgive him. You wanted to just run to his arms, so that's what you did. You opened your arms, running to him, hugging him. Shoto immediately wrapped his arms around you, letting out a sigh of relief. "I love you." He says. “I love you. I'm sorry too, I should have been more observant of how you were feeling." You say, still crying. Shoto holds you tight, not ever wanting to let go.

After a few minutes, you don't feel like going in. You want to just spend time with Shoto. When you tell him, he's quick to agree, taking your hand, walking away toward your home. You spend the rest of the night with him, and it doesn't take long for you to get back to normal. Smiling, laughing, telling him about this you were excited about. He sits, smiling, loving listening to you. He helps you pack for a few hours before getting tired, and you guys lay down to watch a movie. You're happy, happier than you ever were before, safe and sound in Shoto's arms.

Again thanks so much for the request!! I hope this is what you were asking for and you like it-😅

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uwusenpaiuwu · 3 years

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Baji Being A Menace To Society (And Your Relationship) 2.0

Sequel to: Baji A.K.A. The Worst (Best) Matchmaker

Summary: Baji’s at it again, acting out-of-pocket and creating chaos for absolutely no reason, other than to see you suffer. In his own Baji-esque way, of course.

Pairing: Sano Manjiro | Mikey x Male Reader

Warning(s): Boku no Pico is mentioned, but there is absolutely nothing graphic; mentions of masturbation

Note(s): I am so sorry if it isn’t funny. Sadly, I am but an amateur writer, not a comedian. Still, I hope you all enjoy! ^^

"(Y/n), want some ice cream? My treat."

Usually, you'd be the first to jump at an offer for a sweet treat, especially when you don't have to pay. However, as of now, the word 'ice cream,' when said by Baji, instantly triggers your fight-or flight-response. Paired with the fact that he’s broke as hell, your suspicions only increase for the sudden indulgence.

Since you know you're no match for the long-haired menace, your body automatically prepares to flee, legs twitching to lurch into a sprint. Unfortunately for you, just before you can get the fuck out of there, your hand is being grabbed by Mikey, who leisurely begins to tug you along to claim your dessert.

“You like ice cream, right?” he turns to ask, eyes unbelievably soft when looking at you.

And because you’re weak for him, all you can do is nod stiffly, trading in your sanity for the pleased grin that spreads across his face, his confident strides thereafter likely a result of him successfully remembering another miscellaneous fact about you, as has been the case since you officially started dating him. From the most trivial of things, like which brand of pens and pencils you prefer, to the slightly more important stuff, like ice cream being one of your favorite desserts; he’s made the effort of remembering them all.

He really doesn’t need to do any of that, ‘cause you’ll love him either way, but the conscious decision to do so is what makes you love him even more.

Zoning back into reality, you shake your head to reorient yourself. It isn’t the time to be going over the reasons why you’re such a lovesick puppy.

No, there are other things to worry about, mainly Baji.

You squeeze Mikey’s hand as you’re led to the nearest ice cream parlor to try and calm yourself. It works for the most part, especially when you get a reassuring squeeze back.

‘Right,’ you tell yourself, ‘it’s going to be okay.’

After all, Baji wouldn’t do anything too drastic, right?

~~~

You were wrong. So, so wrong.

Despite nothing having transpired yet, every alarm in your head is going off, pounding at the door of reason to get you to wake up and realize that it’s Baji you’re talking about, the same person that sets cars on fire when hungry and punches the first unfortunate soul he passes by on the street when sleepy.

You really should’ve listened to your survival instincts and ran. Alas, it’s much too late to escape, leaving you to wallow in your anxiety, while you wait for misfortune to strike.

And strike it does.

“Please, don’t sit next to me. You make me nauseous.”

“That’s cruel. I bought you ice cream, and you treat me like this?”

Yeah, he may have bought it, but you refuse to eat it because of how intensely Baji is staring at you. Fucking weirdo.

"Oh, do you want some of mine instead, (Y/n)?" Baji accentuates his question with a sensual lick to his ice cream from the edge of the cone to the finessed peak, making you extremely uncomfortable as he stares you down with the full motion.

As slowly as he licks his frozen treat do you slowly raise your middle finger, eliciting chuckles from the other occupants of the table.

You think you won that mini battle, though?

Ha! Nope.

Baji mirrors the vulgar action, not once breaking eye contact as he dips the tip of his finger directly into his ice cream, pulls it out, and proceeds to lick that, too.

Disgusted, you promptly avert your attention elsewhere, praying that Baji won’t continue being, well, himself.

Your prayers fall on deaf ears.

"It's cold!" As soon as the exclamation leaves your mouth, your blood runs glacial, knowing that you've unintentionally played into Baji's trap. The appearance of a sly, almost feral, smirk when you whip your head around to glare confirms what you already know.

The curtain has risen, and you’re standing center stage in a performance you can’t break free from.

"Aw, can't let it go to waste,” Baji continues, reaching over to scoop the ice cream you’re 100% certain he purposely spilled on the front of your shirt, with his fingers.

Then, to your horror and everyone else’s shock, he asks, without an ounce of virtue to his name, "Want me to lick it off with my mouth?"

Chifuyu is seated on the other side of the table, hiding his face in his hands. “Baji-san...”

"It'll stain if it dries like that." Dear God, how you wish to un-see Baji batting his eyelashes at you.

“I don’t care!” At this point, you’ve resorted to clumsily scooting your chair as far away from him as possible, which isn’t actually as far as you’d like considering your surroundings. Hell, so long as you put some distance between yourself and the crazy bastard that wants to see you suffer, you don’t mind having to force yourself halfway onto Mikey’s lap. (The firm hand that keeps you steady by the waist proves that your presence isn’t unwanted either.)

"Geez, (Y/n), you're such a scatterbrain."

Seeing Baji sell the line with a slow tugging of his hair behind the ear has you torn between laughing and dying a little more. Truthfully, his acting is frighteningly impressive, and you would’ve applauded his performance, if not for the fact that the role he’s playing still haunts your dreams.

By this time, most of who accompanied you to the ice cream parlor have figured out what kind of drugs Baji is on this time, which also means that those fuckers have seen, or are at least aware of, the cursed trilogy of questionable porn that’s being reenacted before their eyes, with you as an unwilling co-star. Those that are puzzled as to why people are shoving their fists in their mouths to refrain from laughing are obviously God’s favorites.

“The fuck is going on? I wanna laugh at Baji’s dumbassery, too.”

“Pah-chin... I think it’s best you don’t know.”

Interestingly enough, the one you’re most concerned about hasn’t said anything yet, splitting his attention between observing the scene unfolding and eating his portion of a deluxe sundae.

Then, out of nowhere-

“I understand.”

You and Baji freeze where you are, each of you grasping the other’s collar, you to shove him away, and him to draw you closer.

“(Y/n),” Mikey says, your name rolling silkily off his tongue in a tone much too fond for his next words, “if you like roleplay, just tell me.”

...

“Huh?”

“I’m fine with pissing, remember? So, roleplay shouldn’t be a problem.”

Heat rises to your face at an alarming pace, and it continues to climb as Mikey takes your free hand in his, which serves not to comfort but to unintentionally remind you of the humiliating experience from a few months back. And just when you convinced him that you didn’t want anything to do with getting freaky with the body’s excreta, too.

“You’ve got it wrong! I don’t- arfghfgh?!”

Your prayer to help cool down your flushed cheeks must have been heard, but you’re pretty damn sure you didn’t ask for Baji to shove his ice cream in your mouth!

“Oh, yeah. (Y/n)’s a fuckin’ geek when it comes to roleplay,” the unhinged bastard speaks in your stead, indifferent to the nails clawing at his hand clamped over your mouth. “You should try it with him. We were doing a scene from his favorite anime.”

Mikey tilts his head, interest positively piqued. “Which one is that?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, leader?”

Mikey raises an eyebrow.

Baji opens his mouth.

You lunge.

It’s a series of events that happens in the blink of an eye and ends with loud crashing as you tackle Baji to the ground.

“Listen up, Baji Keisuke. We took an oath that day, and if you dare utter a word of what went down, I’ll consider that a breach of the code of secrecy and take you down, making sure you drown in a pit of your own shame and despair.”

Surprised to have been pinned down so quickly, it takes a while for Baji’s brain to catch up, but when it does, he’s frustratingly unfazed at the threat.

“Oho~ How scary. Too bad for you, I have no shame.”

“Not even if I tell Mama Baji where your porn stash is?”

That has the great Baji tensing up.

“You wouldn’t dare use an underhanded tactic like that.”

Your lips turn into a wicked grin. “Are you sure? I have as much dirt on you as you have on me, and like you, I won’t hesitate to use it to my advantage.”

If your grin is wicked, Baji’s is downright evil, showing off his sharp, gritted canines and all.

“You got balls, (Y/n),” he snarls, “but mine are bigger.”

The boy beneath you opens his mouth, and faster than you can stop him, he just...does it.

“(Y/n) (L/n) watched Boku no Pico and liked it!”

Silence.

Silence is all that’s heard for a good, long minute following the booming roar of the revelation.

You dare not look up to gauge everyone’s reactions, instead keeping your icy glare fixated on Baji, who looks smug as shit for having caused the glorious eruption of heat to spread like wildfire across your entire body, from the tips of your ears down to where your skin disappears under the collar of your jacket.

This...

This is war.

Taking in a deep breath, you answer his uncalled for declaration with your own thunderous shout of, “Baji watched Boku no Pico and jacked off to it! Twice!”

Baji laughs. “Oh, pray tell, saintly (Y/n), how many times did you jack off to it?”

“None of your fucking business, asshole.”

“Pretty fucking sure it is, since we were in the same room.”

Someone chokes, while you choke Baji.

“We. Swore. To. Secrecy. You. Asshole,” you practically growl, with each of your words accompanied by a ruthless back-and-forth shaking of the other boy’s person.

“Let up on the choking, dude. I’m not into that. You, however-”

Unable to take the ceaseless slander to your name anymore, you reel your fist back, but, upon seeing Baji’s cheek turned to you, jaw jutted out, as if inviting you to take your best shot, you hesitate. You know you wouldn’t be able to pack enough of a punch to actually leave an impact on him, which is terribly upsetting.

On the bright side, there’s still one tactic you can use that’ll be just as effective, a technique courtesy of your health teacher, who happily taught it to the class to use in case of an emergency.

Technically, it’s meant to be used to assess a person’s level of consciousness, but you suppose it can be used to get back at inconsiderate idiots, too.

“Ow! Ow! What the fuc-! Ow!”

You keep a straight face as you continue to rub your knuckles against his sternum, fully intent on delivering the worst possible pain to the current bane of your existence. It brings a sort of sadistic satisfaction to hear the ever prideful Baji’s screams of pain, and while it doesn’t completely undo the damage done, it does help soothe your wounded self-esteem.

“You want me stop? Beg for it.”

“Pissing, roleplay, choking, and begging? Goddam- OW!”

Your reign of terror comes to its untimely end when you’re lifted up into the air by the armpits, and through the haze of your power trip, you realize that Baji’s saving grace is Draken, who proceeds to carry you out of the parlor with ease.

“People are staring,” he coolly explains when you protest to having unfinished business.

Pouting, you cross your arms over your chest. “It’s his fault.”

Once outside, Draken doesn’t immediately put you back on your feet, until Mikey strolls out of the parlor. Only when the gang leader has his arms outstretched to you are you promptly deposited on the ground and taken into his embrace.

“Are you done letting off some steam?” is the first thing he asks you. Even though you can’t see his expression, the way he holds you and the way he cradles the back of your head, handling you with the utmost care, is indication enough that there will be no reprimand for, essentially, assaulting your division commander. (You would argue that it was an act of self defense against verbal harassment, but whatever.)

There’s just an overwhelming amount of love. So, so, so much love for each other.

“Yeah, I am,” you eventually answer, followed by a content sigh.

“Good.”

Naturally, that’s the perfect time for the tinkling of the bells above the parlor door to pilfer your attention. Baji’s appearance causes your face to morph into a scowl.

You cling tighter to Mikey, peeking over his shoulder to flip the ravenet off and mouth, ‘Go to Hell.’

As always, Baji answers your attempt to appear opposing with an obnoxious smirk.

‘See you there.’

~~~

“Boku no Pico, huh?”

“Draken, don’t laugh! Baji forced me to watch it!”

“All 3 episodes?”

“Twice.”

“...”

“Favorite scene...?”

“As if I’d have one.”

"Actually-"

“Ahh! Shut up! Why are you here, stupid Baji?! You live in the other direction!”

~~~

“Hey, (Y/n). Want to try doing the same thing with me?”

You look up, perplexed. Mikey literally just walked into the room, and that was the first thing he said to you.

“Do wha-?”

Your breath catches in your throat when you turn your head, only for you to come centimeters from bumping noses with him. And because he can, he lovingly knocks your foreheads together, too.

“It’s okay. I promise it’ll definitely be fun.”

You should feel ashamed for recognizing the same sequence of lines from Boku no Pico so quickly, though any coherent words are overtaken by an incomprehensible, high-pitched screech, a feat achieved solely by a teenage boy going through puberty.

A combination of shock and amusement crosses over Mikey’s features then. He’s never heard you make that sound before.

It’s cute. Strains the ears quite a bit, but cute.

While Draken lurks beside him, questioning Mikey’s standards of what constitutes as ‘cute,’ you’re sprinting across the room, red-faced, to Baji, who’s already grinning from ear-to-ear.

“Stop tainting my boyfriend, you piece of shit! Give him back his innocence!”

(Unbeknownst to you, whilst immersed in your fit of hysterics, your use of the word ‘boyfriend’ has a certain blond beaming.

“Did you hear that, Ken-chin? He called me his boyfriend.”

“Wow, congrats.”

Mikey either doesn’t give a shit or is simply too smitten to acknowledge Draken’s apathetic response.)

Baji blinks, unable to believe what you’re trying to insinuate. “Innocent? That little gremlin motherfucker?”

Both of you look in Mikey’s direction. When he sees you staring, he breaks out in a smile and throws a wave.

Your heart involuntarily skips a beat at the sight, and, okay, you’re convinced. Mikey deserves better than knowing of that cursed series’ existence.

Clearly, you’re down bad for Toman’s leader, and as such, Baji figures he can use that to quench his boredom for the day.

“Ooh, if only you knew what he gets off to.”

The tone in his voice instantly rouses suspicion. You narrow your eyes at him. “I don’t care what kind of porn he gets off to.”

“Porn? Nah, ya silly goose-”

“Don’t call me that.”

Baji ignores your comment as he moves to sling one arm around your shoulders, the other raising up to mimic an obscene tugging motion that no teenage boy is a stranger to.

“He jerks it to yo-”

BAM!

One second, Baji is lazily hanging off of your person, the next, he’s sprawled out on the floor, face down, and groaning in pain. You expect nothing less after witnessing him receive a rather impressive flying kick to the chest from Mikey.

Before you can assess the full damage, your view gets obscured by a pair of keys.

“Wanna take my bike out for a spin?”

Yes, you know Mikey is trying to divert your attention from whatever Baji was going to say, and, yes, you probably should check on the figure that has yet to get up.

But do you really care?

You take one glance at Baji’s concerningly unmoving body and quickly come to a conclusion.

You do not.

That being said, you quite literally drag Mikey and, by extension, Draken out of there, chanting an excited, “Let’s go!” on your way, abandoning Baji to wither on the ground.

Baji?

Baji feels betrayed.

~~~

"Chifuyu?”

“Hm?”

“Y’know, I was joking.” Baji flips onto his back with a grunt. “Man, who knew Mikey was all grown up?”

The vice captain of the first division hums, seemingly uninterested in his commander’s musings.

It goes quiet for a few minutes, the sole instigator of noise being Chifuyu flipping the pages of his manga.

Unpredictable is Baji, and the same goes for his train of thought.

“I should punch Mikey for kicking me.”

“No, you’d get beat up.”

“...”

“I should punch (Y/n) for Mikey kicking me.”

Truly, unpredictable and senseless.

“You’d still get beat up.”

Baji opens his mouth to argue.

“By Mikey.”

He promptly closes it.

“Fuck it. I’ll keep spicing up their relationship as payback.”

Sighing, Chifuyu closes his book to crouch down next to him. “Baji-san, with all due respect, you’re an asshole.”

Baji Keisuke has experienced betrayal twice today.

And he deserved it both times.

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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Demigod MC Series: Hades

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades

Lucifer

Well… this is awkward…

He’s actually met Hades multiple times for business reasons (Underworld-Devildom relations are amiable if not a little odd. Hades was something of an uncle figure to Diavolo as a wee demon lad, which should speak for itself really). He’s a gloomy fellow and not much for chit-chat, but he never thought they’d end up taking one of his kids by accident…

He had to send a formal apology letter to the Lord of the Underworld immediately, but thankfully he didn’t seem very concerned for his offspring - if anything he appeared to think the Devildom would suit them nicely which was… concerning.

And he was not wrong. The darkness, demons, ghouls, and frights of the Devildom hardly seemed to faze the MC, if anything they fit right in. He’d dare say they were thriving if not for one thing…

They were So. Damn. Bleak.

Getting a smile out of this one AT ALL was rare. For once he felt the need to check up on someone constantly just to be sure they were alright... They’d keep assuring the House that they’re not actually as sad as they look but it’s hard not to assume…

He was a little mortified at first when they first met Cerberus cause… well they called him “Cerbi” and the massive demonic guard dog rolled over for them like a Golden Retriever!

Apparently he and the Cerberus that they knew are from the same litter and they must have smelt familiar... He would have probably limited their interactions just to keep his dog on his side but after seeing the MC smile for once while they played with the big oaf well…

Cerberus got a new playmate and the MC got a massive, three-headed therapy animal. Win-win. 😌

Mammon

Do ya really gotta be such a downer all the time, MC…? 😔

He thinks they’re nice, like really nice. They’re always super concerned when his brothers attack him or when he gets injured, but he’s pretty sure it’s because they’ve seen people die before so…

At first, he had no idea why he had to be saddled with this depressing wisp of mortal but over time he started to understand that they weren’t all that sad. They had… Resting Gloom Face? Is that a thing?

They also had a different way of seeing things. He could win the lottery and they’d tell him to stay inside so he wouldn’t get hit by lightning or if he pissed off the wrong people, they’d joke about him keeping his fingers and toes. Dark stuff, but not intended to be so… well morbid.

However, what he eventually found out that the REAL advantage to having a Hades kid in the Devildom was that nothing scared them. Literally nothing. Not even the ghosts - which to reiterate, are terrifying!

Cue Mammon getting dragged to horror movies nights with his brothers and pulling the MC along to be his personal security blanket. He’ll hold onto them for dear life as they just pat his head or something, watching and not even flinching at the jumpscares.

The first time the House had an unexpected power outage he clung onto the back of their shirt like a lost child while they calmly looked for the circuit-breaker...

If he could jump into their arms every time something scary happened like Scooby-Doo, he absolutely would. His brothers make fun of him, but after seeing the MC handle Cerberus like a puppy any time something frightens them they hide behind the mortal as well…

Leviathan

In some ways, he totally relates to their moodiness but come on! Who can still look so sad when watching The Magical Ruri Hanai: Demon Girl?? Ruri-chan can make anyone smile! 😠

When he first met the MC, he was a little confused about why they didn't find him intimidating at all. He even reverted to his demon form and showed his fangs but no dice! All they said was, "I've walked along the edge of Tartarus. You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that, buddy…"

That was probably his first sign that the "human" wasn't normal…

After Mammon told him who their Dad was, things made a lot more sense. A child of Hades in the Devildom? That's ironic enough to be its own anime plot!! They certainly felt like an angsty protagonist at times. 🤷‍♀️

Truth be told, they could relate to each other in a lot of ways. You wouldn't think that an offspring of the Underworld and a demonic shut-in would have much in common but the one thing they share between them is that sense of never really fitting in.

Turns out that Hades kids are black sheep, even among other demigods, and Levi? Well, he's had trouble relating to others since his angel days. He and the mortal were like off-beat kindred spirits!

Which, I mean, you wouldn't get just by looking at them together. Levi being the impassioned super-otaku rambling their ear off while his somber companion would just go along with him quietly, but hey, there's more beneath the surface. Probably.

Now if he could just get them to cosplay as the Lord of Emptiness with him… They'd be perfect! Perfect he says!!

Satan

Highly considered drugging their food with antidepressants for a while…

This was before getting to know them better, of course, but for the first couple months he honestly couldn't shake the feeling that the mortal looked miserable!

Now, he's one to particularly care for the comfort of strangers, but just looking at them like that every day would sour his own mood quite considerably. It was very irritating...

It was only on closer inspection that he realized there was something else at play, though.

The mortal was different - even for a demigod he imagined. They took to the Devildom easily and the realm almost accepted them right back!

The flora looked better in their presence, the hellish beasts that roamed the wilds would roll over for them, and they even seemed to be welcomed in by the never-ending shadows…

It was fascinating. Like the effects of the Underworld were baked into their DNA and mingled with the environment around them… Two layers of darkness coexisting within one person.

I mean, what other creature - other than Lucifer - could ride Cerberus around like a pony??

Had they not been so kind, they'd probably scare him shit-less... Their potential power was too great to ignore. But after getting used to their gloom, at least they made for pleasant company. 🤷‍♀️

Satan likes them well enough, but even still he has to wonder just what they were capable of… you know?

Asmodeus

Oh. My. WORD. What a buzzkill!!!

Really, the new mortal was no good at parties or pictures for that matter!

Not because they looked bad, or even because he couldn't get them to smile, but because GHOSTS would always photobomb any pictures they were in!! 😫

One time he got a selfie with them on the couch and a creepy ghost child could be seen hiding behind the cushions so NOPE. No more photos with the mortal around!!

Aside from that, he couldn't say the mortal was all bad or anything…They were pretty friendly, despite their general look and feel.

Though, personally, he thought they wore far too much black... Even in the Devildom, there's normally a pop of color, you know? Was that just the Hades dress code?

And you want to know the weirdest thing? Despite everything about them screaming "Doom and Gloom," they're straaaangely popular among the RAD dating scene…

Like. Not as some heartthrob, "Love'em and Leave'em"-type, but he's found that there's a LOT of his demonic classmates who think they're cute or have a crush on them in some way…

Naturally, he can see the appeal of the mysterious, moody demigod with a dark, troubled past. It's just the demigod in question is completely oblivious to it! 🤷‍♀️

He tried to give them dating tips or play matchmaker from time to time but eventually gave up when it was clear they weren't interested. Alas, students of RAD, this is one forbidden fruit that refuses to be shared…! Such a tragedy… 😔

Beelzebub

They remind him of Belphie… like. A lot.

The similarities were obvious. They had a similar feel, made similar jokes, and even the same somewhat dreary attitude about them...

If he were being honest, at the beginning there were times when he'd open up to them a lot more than he intended because he'd forget that he wasn't actually talking to Belphie…

Thankfully, he knew better than to try and treat them like his replacement or anything. They were two different people after all. But it didn't stop him from feeling extra protective around them for a while.

Besides, there was ONE thing that set them leagues apart from Belphie and that was the fact they were a shit cook. Not quite as bad as Solomon but uh… Actually no, that's a closer call than it has any right to be...

Apparently, Hades kids don't need to eat as much and when you hang out with shades and skeletons for most of your life, you don’t really worry about making food that's any better than… "Well, technically it's edible." 🤷‍♀️

Their food won't kill a person like Solomon's, but you WILL start seeing stuff you probably shouldn't. He tried their "soup" once and swore he saw the ghost of his mother… and he doesn't even have a mother!!!

He swears that if he ever sees the MC and Solomon working together in the same kitchen he's skipping town… Whatever culinary abomination the two of them could create would probably gain sentience and eat HIM instead. He's always figured he'd go out with Death by Food, but not like that!! 😫

Belphegor

Ever meet someone who’s like looking in a mirror? Yeah, he’s getting those vibes…

He never expected the "human" to be so similar to him, it was kind of uncanny.

Upon first laying eyes on each other there was a pause… then a squint… and then… a nod.

Honestly, their combined dry wit, dark humor, and pessimistic outlook played off of each other surprisingly well. Too well for him to hate, really.

Not that it mattered because they didn’t believe him for a second when he tried to trick them (they had dealt with loads of lying monsters before). He hated to admit it, but they had a good head on their shoulders and knew better than to trust a locked up demon…

And yet, they seemed to stick around with him anyway. Because of the good conversation or just empathizing with his loneliness was anyone's guess. 🤷‍♀️

Sometimes they'd come up and sit outside the door in comfortable silence… Or they'd talk about whatever:

MC: *sitting out by the attic with their back against the door* So what happens to demons when they die…?

Belphie: *laying on the floor on the other side, staring at the ceiling* Depends on the kind. If I die, I'll just reform later.

MC: Like a reincarnation?

Belphie: Eh. *shrugs* Maybe. Haven't died yet.

MC: You could die in there, you know.

Belphie: *throws a side glare* Well thanks for bringing that up…

MC: *shrugs* What? It's true. But don't worry, I won't let you. *small-ish smile*

Belphie: *stares at them wide-eyed and pink-cheeked before turning on his side quickly* Ugh… whatever…

They did their word, somehow. They eventually got the door open and let him out, but by that time the anger was gone and he was just happy to finally talk to them face-to-face...

And good thing too, because apparently it's not smart to fight a death-child in what is essentially their element - as he saw when they summoned an army of skeletons to kick Levi's ass when he cheated them in Devil Cart...

He would not have lasted in that fight... Dodged a bullet there.

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wri0thesley · 3 years

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A Well Rounded Education (2): Grading Boundaries (Fem!Reader x Nanami Kento, 7.5k)

series synopsis: You are a teacher’s aid to teacher Gojo Satoru, training to be able to take over your own class next year by shadowing and helping him out. Gojo does not make things easy for anybody.

chapter synopsis: the father of one of your students requested a meeting to ask about ways of improving his son’s grades. after working with him for a few weeks, nanami wants to thank you for helping yuji out in his own personal way.

NSFW. AFAB reader, fem pronouns. oral sex (male on female and female on male), massage, nanami is just a gentleman after toji tbh.

(a well rounded education m.list and navigation)

You oversleep the next morning and for the first time since beginning your work as Gojo’s teaching aid, the other man is at his desk before you manage to rush into the classroom. He’s relaxed, arms behind his head, feet up on the desk – and when he sees you, he gives you a cheery wave and a grin.

“Found this on the floor this morning!” He says to you, using his thumb to flip you something small and round that you only manage to catch through sheer dumb luck. You stare down at the thing you’re cradling in your palm; one of the round buttons from your blouse, that you guess you missed after Toji had left and you’d had to try and pull yourself together.

““S-sorry about that,” you babble, your mind working eighty miles a minute to think of a proper excuse. “I-it got caught on my jacket when I was getting ready to leave last night, I wondered where it had gotten to--”

“How’d the meeting with Tsumiki go?”

“Huh?” You ask, blinking down at the button still, trying to fight the heat that is crawling up your face as you shove the accusing object into the pocket of your neatly tailored jacket. “Oh! It wasn’t Tsumiki. It was Mr Fushiguro, actually. M-Megumi’s father?”

There’s a pause in the air, almost as if it’s rippling with tension. When you look up, Gojo is staring at you, his eyes implacable behind dark lenses.

“I see,” he says. “That’s unusual.”

“I gave him all the paperwork, explained the probation and everything,” you hurry to say, almost tripping over your words. You don’t like the way he’s staring at you, and you find yourself shifting from foot to foot, hoping you don’t look like someone who let their student’s father rail you over their boss’ desk. “Megumi’ll be back in school next week, and hopefully nothing like this will happen again--”

“Mm,” Gojo says. You’ve never heard him sound that serious before, ignoring the chance to poke a little fun. His voice usually pitches and modulates, laughing, before he cracks some kind of inane joke that makes you and half the class wince. “I’ve got a meeting tonight, by the way. I was hoping you’d sit in with me.”

“Please don’t palm off more of your dirty work on me,” you say to him, as you go over to your own little makeshift table in the corner of your room and begin to rifle through your bag for the things you’ll need for the day. “To-- Mr Fushiguro was kind of scary, honestly.”

“Oh, it’s nothing like that!” Gojo waves your worries away with a hand, immediately dismissing it. “No, it’s Yuji’s dad – he wants to talk about his grades, I think? I said I don’t think it really matters, and he got really quiet and kind of angry on the phone with me.” Gojo shrugs. Of course Gojo said something like that. You’re not sure Gojo himself has ever worried about something in his life. “Honestly, he’s a. . . businessman type. Very serious! I just want someone to diffuse the tension a bit!” Gojo grins at you. “So you’re my human shield!”

Right.

Far be it for you to think that Gojo might have an educational reason for wanting you to sit in on this meeting. Still . . . you really like Yuji. You know that sometimes his inability to understand things frustrates him – he’s constant energy, and his mind just can’t keep up with the pace of the rest of him. You’d like to help where you can! And you know that Gojo’s probably not going to be able to offer any helpful advice – his classes might work for some kids, and Yuji does really like him, but that’s a boy who would probably benefit from some individualised attention and someone a little quieter.

You don’t like the idea of him with a father who pushes him academically and doesn’t care about his other achievements. Biting your lip, you nod, busying yourself with laying out the pens on your desk and flicking through one of your training books to see if there’s anything about meetings with parents. This one, you think and hope, is definitely not going to end up the same way yesterday’s meeting did.

There’s a kind of nervous energy in Yuji all day. He drops his pen, he shoots you agonised looks until you come over to check his work, and as everyone is milling out to go to lunch, he comes to stand in front of you, kicking his toe on the floor. You smile at him, seeing how he’s vibrating, rocking on the balls of his feet – hoping that the smile might at least calm him down some.

“My Dad’s meeting with Mr Gojo tonight,” Yuji eventually blurts. Without Megumi in class to tamper down some of his more bombastic nature, Yuji’s voice pitches and wavers. “I’m-- Mr Gojo doesn’t care about grades, but my Dad’s like, ‘you should apply yourself more, you have it in you’ and . . . and I guess I’m worried?” He brings a finger to his chin, dwelling on the thought. The way he says it, it’s almost like he’s not usually aware of the idea of ‘worry’ – oh, to be a twelve year old boy!

“I know,” you say, after a proper time has elapsed to make Yuji think you’ve really dwelt on the situation. You reach into your own bag to pull out the carefully prepared lunch you have in there – you could go to the staff-room, but honestly, you’re still feeling a bit wobbly after last night’s events and you don’t want to go around into the hum of people who’ll gather you up into bubbles of small talk. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m sitting in on the meeting too.” You hope your smile is reassuring. “It’s not going to be all doom and gloom, I promise.”

That actually . . . does seem to soothe Yuji.

“My grades are really bad,” he says. “I just . . . I’m not smart, y’know? Megumi knows all this stuff, and I’m just . . . dumb.”

“Being good at school stuff isn’t everything,” you say to Yuji. “You’ve got your own talents. Look at you on the sports field!” He blushes in the way young boys do when they’re being complimented by anybody, a kind of awkward ‘oh, shucks, don’t make me think that I’m good at anything’. You smile. “I’m sure your Dad understands that too.”

“Oh, he does!” Yuji’s eyes widen. You feel a little lock around your chest loosen, just a bit. There’s hero worship clear in Yuji’s eyes now. “He just thinks I should live up to my . . . what’s he call it? Full potential!” He twists his lip, and then leans in, conspiratorially. “He doesn’t like Mr Gojo. He doesn’t think he’s serious.”

Despite yourself, your lips curve into a smile. You aren’t going to trash talk your colleague to a kid that you’re in charge of, but all of the other staff just seem to roll their eyes and let Satoru Gojo get on with whatever he’s doing because apparently he was a prodigy at college or something. It’s nice to know at least someone is on your side, even if you’ll hopefully only ever see him once or twice during your whole year here.

“Don’t worry,” you say to Yuji. “I’ll try and handle it. Now, you should go! All the other boys look like they’re about to play a game of football--”

Yuji’s eyes brighten and he grins, turning away immediately, mind quickly flitting to something more pressing. He shouts a goodbye and a thank you to you even as he’s racing out of the door, almost too fast to be believed.

Kento Nanami (Itadori is his ex-wife’s name, he tells you with a sigh, but the name that Yuji was born with and he’s reluctant to have it changed) is very obviously a businessman, in a well-pressed grey suit and a navy shirt, a yellow tie tight to his throat. He’s wearing suspenders beneath the jacket, an expensive watch on his wrist, and a pair of small glasses perched on a sharp nose. A solemn face, sculpted jaw. He has cheekbones that you think could cut fucking diamonds into pieces, a wave of carefully styled blonde hair over a proud forehead--

What the fuck is going on at this school that it seems like all of the dads are so hot? You do your level best not to look at him too much, as Gojo introduces you and he shakes your hand. He looks at you with his eyes narrowed just a touch; you think he’s trying to get the measure of you, and whether you’re just going to be here to back up Gojo. There’s an air of tiredness to this man that suggests he will not take any of your colleague’s nonsense, and that thought bolsters you when he puts down his briefcase and neatly folds his hands on his lap, looking from you to Gojo.

“I want to talk about Yuji’s grades,” he says, “and how we can help him improve them.”

You like him already. The way he says ‘we’ instead of ‘you’ – the withering gaze that he sets on Gojo, as the white-haired man stretches his arms out above him.

“I told you on the phone,” Gojo says. “They’re just grades--”

“Grades that will follow Yuji throughout his career in this school, and eventually to high school, and eventually to college,” Nanami’s voice is very sure of itself, cutting through Gojo with ease. “I just want to ensure that he has the best chance possible. I want to make sure he’s living up to himself.”

Gojo – fucking Gojo – stifles a yawn behind his hand, and you see that Nanami’s hand flexes on his thigh (wow, his hands are big). You cut across before the two of them can come to blows.

“Yuji’s a bright boy,” you say. “He just needs . . . a little extra help. Someone to sit with him and explain what’s going on, maybe just go over the material again.” You give Nanami a nervous smile. “He’s not the only one in the class, honestly. I-- Mr Gojo’s teaching methods can be--”

“Innovative—” (Gojo says).

“Erratic—” (Nanami says).

“Unusual,” you decide on, in the end, “and not every child is going to thrive.”

“He won’t let me ask them to move into Miss Utahime’s class,” Nanami says, wearily. “Yuji is very fond of Mr Gojo.”

(You know that, and so does Gojo; the white-haired man gives a cocky grin to both of you).

“I enjoy teaching Yuji,” you say. “He’s good-hearted, enthusiastic – he throws himself into everything he does.” Nanami’s tired eyes seem to brighten behind the glasses at the compliment to his son, his lips lifting at the corners in the briefest twitch of a smile.

“He does,” Nanami says, and it’s clear from his tone that he’s very proud of Yuji. You feel bad for thinking he might be the kind of pushy, demanding father that you’d been warned you may encounter in this profession. With Nanami in front of you, it’s clear he just wants the best for Yuji and is concerned that Gojo might not be that ‘best’. You can’t blame him. You often think Gojo behaves more like a child than half of the kids in the class. “Yes, those are all of his best qualities.”

You nervously shift your gaze to Gojo, who is waiting for your next move.

“I’d be happy to work with him,” you say, eventually. “Maybe set up some kind of . . . drop-in, for students having trouble with the work, over free periods? I won’t make them, of course, but . . . I think my methods and Mr Gojo’s are very different, Sir.”

Nanami’s shoulders relax just a touch. He stands, nodding, taking your hand to shake it.

“I don’t doubt it, Miss,” he says – and as he touches you, a frisson of electricity seems to pass between the two of you. His hands are big and surprisingly soft, and as he grasps your hand you can suddenly sense strength behind the grasp. You hope that your surprise doesn’t register in your face, as he turns and inclines his head slightly at Gojo (Gojo does not get a handshake, you do not fail to notice).

“I hope that it helps,” Nanami says, as he leaves. And honestly . . . you do too.

Nanami asks to schedule a meeting with you, two weeks after you’ve begun working with some of the lower-achieving children in the class. Yuji’s grades have been improving, slowly and steadily – the boy looking at you with a grin when tests are handed back with letters far higher up in the alphabet than he’s used to getting.

“Ah, I can leave you to deal with that one,” Gojo says, grinning at you when he hears about it. “You’re the one working miracles, after all! I think Mr Nanami would just be displeased to see me sat with you, and I’m not gonna complain about not having to deal with a guy like that!”

You’re inclined to agree. So you watch Gojo leave that afternoon blithely, like he hasn’t got a care in the world – his bag is full of essays that need to be marked over the weekend, but somehow you think you’ll have a stack pressed into your own hands on Monday morning, more than a little crumpled, as Gojo insists you should get used to doing some marking yourself.

You wait for Nanami with your head in a book, steadfastly ignoring Gojo’s desk and sitting by your own table in the corner of the classroom instead. Last time you were alone with a student’s father in this room, you got to know that desk far too intimately.

Nanami is exactly on time, the second hand of the clock just ticking past the twelve as he knocks on the door and you call for him to come in. Gojo does have an office, and he’s said you can use that if you want – but the few times you’ve been in Gojo’s office, you’ve been overwhelmed by the chaotic mess that the man surrounds himself with. The classroom, if nothing else, at least looks peaceful.

Nanami sits across your table, well-mannered and polite, as you put your book down and smile.

“You wanted to talk about how Yuji’s doing?” You ask him. “It’s only been two weeks, but I think we can already see quite a bit of improvement--”

“Yes,” he says. “I think we can.”

Nanami does not heap you with praise; you get the impression that he’s not the kind of man who heaps anybody with praise. You get the impression he’s the kind of man who gives you an approving look, a pat on the shoulder, a nod – you find that you’re craving that approval yourself, looking at him across from you.

“I look at his homework sometimes,” Nanami says. “He’s getting a lot more of it himself, now. Not pulling his hair out at the dining table. You’re . . . you’re really doing a very good job, you know.”

Your insides fizz at the compliment. Gojo doesn’t give them out, either – but you’re the kind of person who occasionally needs to be told they’re doing the right thing, in order to motivate them to carry on. Nanami’s compliment carries a weight in your heart that lodges there like a secret.

You can’t remember the last time someone said you were doing a good job.

You and Nanami talk through the grading rubric, the other topics that are set to be covered before the end of term – how you’re trying to get Gojo to be a little more academic in his lessons, but it’s not working. You mention that lots of the other kids seem to be thriving under having a chance to go back over the material that your mentor occasionally skips and side-steps around, imparting his knowledge in his own particular way. Thoughts of Gojo make your mind swim with fatigue.

You hadn’t realised, until you started talking about it, but you also can’t remember your mind not being consumed by thoughts of your work at any point in the last few weeks. You’re always worrying about something; your mind always rushing from one possible bad outcome to the next. The kids, your training, Gojo, the school, the heavy weight of choosing a career where the next generation depends on you--

“You look tired,” Nanami says, his face twisted in sympathy. “Have you been getting enough sleep?”

You haven’t, really – thoughts of the class, and your work, and whether you’re even cut out for this as a career have been haunting you more and more recently, as you watch Gojo stumble irresponsibly from day to day. You feel like you get home, do some work for the next day, go to sleep, and immediately go to work again with nothing in between. You look at Nanami, who’s all concern, and you know you shouldn’t, but--

“I’m just getting stressed from everything happening all at once,” you say, forcing yourself to smile. “I have a lot of assessments coming up, reports I should be writing, reports that are written about me. Ah, those ones-- those are by Mr Gojo--”

“Ahh,” he looks incredibly sympathetic at that one.

“There’s just,” you falter. “A lot. And if I don’t come to work feeling my best and supporting them all, I feel like I’m letting the kids down, but I also just feel kind of bone-weary aching all of the time—”

Nanami’s hand reaches across the table, taking ahold of yours. His palms are warm and rough, and the thumb that rubs soothing circles against the base of your own is comforting. You sigh, eyelids half flickering closed.

“I shouldn’t have said anything to you,” you murmur, the small moment of intimacy (when you’ve spent the last two weeks feeling like you’re lurching from place to place and nobody is paying attention) sending a much-needed hit of comfort to the marrow of your bones. “You shouldn’t have to listen to my problems.”

Nanami’s lips tilt.

“I’d say it’s the least I could do,” he says, drily, “after everything you’ve done for Yuji – and after you’ve had to deal with Mr Gojo.” The look he gives you is quietly private, a shared in-joke between the two of you that makes you smile in response. His response almost makes you forget that he’s touching you, and though the touch is innocuous, you also know it’s unprofessional--

You stare at his hand on yours. It’s the same arm that he wears his expensive wristwatch on, and the sleeve of his suit jacket has ridden up to reveal just a hint of the shape beneath, a prominently veined wrist. Your throat goes dry looking at it, as you think of how strong he had seemed that time he’d shook your hand--

He’s looking at where the two of you are touching, too – a faint spot of red fading in high on his cheekbones. He coughs, awkward, but doesn’t move his hand. He swallows.

“You’re very pretty, you know,” Nanami says, and your body seems to flood with heat. You should say something about how inappropriate that is, thank him for coming to see you and the sweet words he’d said about how you were helping Yuji along, but somehow you can’t bring yourself to do it when he’s looking at you like that. “It sounds very hypocritical coming from me, because anyone who knows me will tell you that I don’t get enough of it myself– but you should rest more. Relax.”

You can imagine him ramrod straight behind a desk, eyes narrowed behind spreadsheets and numbers. You can definitely imagine him tired and drooping, working too hard. You smile again, helplessly, the look apologetic. You’re not very good at things like that.

“You look stiff,” he says. “Here--”

He stands. You’d forgotten how tall he was, the breadth of him – he unbuttons his jacket neatly, laying it over the back of the chair. Without that, the width of his shoulders is really apparent. You don’t realise you’re staring until he makes a little noise, a ‘hmph’ of amusement, eyes not meeting yours, thumbs unbuttoning his cuffs and pushing the sleeves up to his elbows.

He’s behind you.

“I’ve been told I’m good at this,” he says. “Big hands, I suppose?”

You’re about to ask him what he’s doing when those same big hands are suddenly on your shoulders, the same thumbs that were just rubbing tender circles onto your hand digging into your shoulder-blades in a massage that you feel down to your toes. You don’t realise you’ve let out a noise and relaxed back into the massage until Nanami lets out a low hum that you think is mirth.

The noise you make as he works out that persistent knot in the back of your neck is near-on pornographic, and both of you know it – heat rushing to your face, Nanami clearing his throat. If somebody walking by had heard that – if they came into the classroom, to see you getting a massage from Yuji’s father--

How do you keep getting into these situations? Nobody warned you about this part of working in a school. Why do his hands feel so fucking good on you, fingers digging into your skin – you moan again, rolling back into his touch.

There’s a clipped quality to his voice when he speaks;

“Wait a second.” Your eyes flutter open as his hands leave you, watching in distress as he walks to the door. If you’re expecting him to leave, you’re surprised when what actually happens is that he twists the lock, so nobody can walk in on the two of you doing something so. . . incongruous with both the classroom around you and the knowledge of what exactly the relationship between you is.

He gives you another one of those half-smiles and you feel a familiar throb in your lower half. Oh, this is unfair – he’s so handsome, so unruffled, so gentle as he takes back his position behind you and touches you again.

“This would feel better on your bare skin,” he murmurs, the words ghosting along you as a politely worded request, and obediently your fingers deftly unbutton your blouse without hesitation. This time, you’re glad that there’s no clatter of lost buttons on the floor – this time, you’re able to push it off your shoulders yourself. Nanami sighs as you let the fabric drop, pooling behind you in a crumpled mess. One of his fingertips traces your spine, raising gooseflesh on the sensitive skin.

“Don’t you have someone at home to do this for you?” He asks, voice soft and low like velvet, as he kneads the skin, tension draining out of you more and more with each passing minute. The question is worded carefully, but both of you know what he’s asking.

“Just me,” you say, as his hands slide forward, thumbs digging into your shoulders but fingers resting over your collarbone, his hands so big on you.

“Pity,” Nanami breathes, but it doesn’t sound like he’s particularly unhappy about it. Your breath catches as he moves from your shoulders, further, further, fingertips brushing the swell of your breast in your (sensible, today) bra. He leans forward, his lips against the shell of your ear. “You can tell me to stop if you want me to.”

“I don’t want you to,” you find yourself saying, and his thin lips curve into a smile that you feel.

“I’m glad,” he murmurs – and then, fingers diving beneath the cups of the bra, kneading the soft flesh, the plush of your body. You’re relaxing bonelessly into his touch when one finger brushes your nipple, sending a frisson of electricity right to the place between your thighs. Your bra straps are slipped off your shoulders, a slight lean forward so he can unclip the thing and let it fall onto the ground. Nanami sighs, almost reverent – when he moves his hand from your chest, you feel their absence keenly, a soft noise of dismay escaping you.

“Pull your chair out,” he says. You do; the legs scraping across the floor. Nanami himself moves so he’s no longer behind you, coming around to the front – casually, unhurriedly lowering himself to his knees in front of you. He reaches up to his face and removes his glasses, laying them neatly on the table to one side of him.

His eyes drink you in and you find your skin prickling with heat. You should be embarrassed; you shouldn’t be here at all, actually, alone in your classroom (again!) with someone’s father (again!), willing to let them look at you and touch you and more (again!). But Nanami reaches in, touching you so gently, fingertips and thumbs delicate as feathers as he strokes over your breast and waist and stomach. As he leans forward and licks a slow, agonising lap over your nipple until it hardens and pebbles, your entire body thrumming with desire. As he sucks it into his mouth, teeth nipping just hard enough at the bud that your body lights on fire, before he kisses a line across your sternum to give the other nipple the same treatment.

He slides his hands past your waist, unbuttoning and unzipping your pencil skirt with one hand, the cotton pulled down over your thighs. Nanami sighs again, cupping your hips, nudging your stockinged knee with his cheek.

“You’re lovely,” he says, affectionate, and it feels so intimate that your heart beats too fast against your chest. “Can I--?” Hands against the sides of your underwear, sliding over you in a way that leaves hot trails of fire behind him. You should be embarrassed that he can clearly see the wet patch, the way the sodden fabric clings to the petals of your sex – but when he’s looking at you like that. . . You can’t make yourself feel it. You nod, sighing, lifting your hips from the seat of the chair to assist in the removal of that particular garment. A light touch on your inner thighs has you spreading your legs further for him, his eyes drinking in the slick folds, the needy glint of your wetness.

He brings his face closer, taking a long breath in, inhaling your scent. The wash of his breath across you on the exhale fans across the length of you, your clit aching with need to be touched, paid attention to. Nanami takes his time, though – your thighs are kissed, first, his lips lingering on the soft skin, suckling gentle love-bites into the flesh. Occasionally, the briefest flash of his teeth, scraping across the sensitive area – always followed by a soothe, a kiss, a lick. Every one of them makes your body bloom into warm needy desire; you can feel how wet you are, know it must be soaking the chair beneath you even before Nanami has used his mouth on you properly.

He huffs out a chuckle as you whine, your hips tilting towards his mouth.

“You want me to use my mouth?” He asks you, his tongue gently lapping at one of the places he’s kissed. “On you, sweetheart?”

“Mm—mmhmm,” you say, breathlessly, not entirely sure that your mind is able to form any coherent sentences with Nanami knelt between your thighs. He places a chaste kiss on the mound above your clit, pulling back.

“Use your words,” he encourages you. There’s a stern dominance to him; coated in fondness, yes, but . . . an order, nonetheless. “I can make you feel so good--”

“Please use your mouth on me,” you whimper, soft as a mouse. Your hand flexes onto the seat of the chair beneath your thighs, and Nanami smiles against your soaking cunt.

“Good girl,” he praises, like liquid honey – and when his tongue finally, finally makes contact with your sex, the other hand has no choice but to curl into his hair as you let out a needy mewl, all of the heat that’s been building up within you since the very first moment you laid eyes on Kento Nanami coming to a point in the crux of his lips and tongue lapping hungrily at your slick.

Your lashes flutter closed, your thighs trembling, as Nanami sates himself on the taste of you, making you relax helplessly into his talented mouth. He knows exactly what he’s doing; the flat, broad strokes against the folds of your cunt, the lower dip of his tongue as he flirts with stretching your hole open with it, the teasing flick of it as it dances, dallies with the idea of your swollen clit.

You can hear the wet sounds of him between your legs, suckling and kissing and licking and lapping – not all of it’s from your slickness, you know, but an embarrassing amount of it is. His tongue pushes into your hole, thrusting a few times, imitating the actions of fingers or cock – and your thighs flex, almost squeezing him between them, your fingers tugging on his hair with a soft squeal of surprise escaping you.

The noise just spurs him on. He fucks you on his tongue for a few more thrusts, before dragging the flat of the muscle through your folds, forcefully parting them (his mouth feels so hot, there), until he can reach the throb of your clit. He uses his tongue to roll the bud, swirling the tip of the muscle around it, drawing patterns over the place that all of your hot, desperate need is concentrated. Your other hand jerks into his hair too, your hips thrusting against his hungry mouth as he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. You almost white out for a minute over the sheer overwhelming sensation of Nanami’s lips sucking on you, the displacement of air – you’re panting out breathy, whimpering noises, Nanami groaning as he edges you further and further towards your peak.

Fingers on your inner thigh. Nanami’s index finger, liberally coating itself in your slick and Nanami’s spit, dragging down the length of you that isn’t currently being utterly ravaged by Nanami’s lips--

He pushes one lone finger into your entrance, and that pushes you over the edge.

Your walls flutter around him, sucking him deeper inside your plush walls. You bite so hard into your lower lip you think that you might bleed, but it only serves to quiet the moan that escapes you by a little. Nanami groans against you, pumping the finger, sucking on your clit, guiding you over the peaks and mounds of your orgasm as he continues to enjoy the taste of you gushing into his mouth, overwhelming with the syrupy sweet stickiness of just how good you taste.

He guides you, too – with careful, slowing licks, lazier pumps – through the weak aftershocks and trembles of your peak, as they come to a slowly twitching halt. Your eyes are glassy, lips swollen from bits, as he places another chaste kiss over your sensitive clit and pulls back. His finger pops out of you with a wet gush that makes you feel so embarrassed at your own neediness you can barely stand it, but between your thighs Nanami is straightening up, a smug glint to his tired eyes.

“There,” he murmurs, standing, drinking in your quivering body, the slick on your thighs, how dark and satisfied your eyes look as you gaze up at him, half-woozy from the pleasure. “Don’t you feel a little more relaxed, now?”

You’re afraid if you speak you will simply slur your words, your tongue feeling unfamiliar in your mouth. You try and focus on Nanami instead – unfairly tranquil, aside from the wet of his chin, the damp spot darkening his collar. He places the finger that was formerly buried inside you into his mouth, the glint of arousal on it consumed by him with a tilt of the head as if he’s savouring the taste.

You can’t help but notice that there’s an outline of something putting pressure on the fabric of his slacks, there, between his thighs – something that looks hard, and stiff, and uncomfortable. You blink at it through a hazy mind as Nanami goes leans over you, gently taking hold of your chin, checking that you’re alright.

“C-can I help with that?” You manage, only a little bit garbled. Nanami’s eyebrows raise in surprise, a light pink flush to his cheeks – what does he take you for? That you’d let him eat you out so well that your toes curl and then just let him leave without seeing to his own issues?

(It’s a confidence boost, honestly – knowing that he’s hard because of you. You know that this isn’t the kind of man who would fuck you on his tongue in his son’s classroom if he didn’t find you attractive, but still . . . Someone like Nanami, with those cheekbones and those lips and those shoulders, wanting somebody like you?)

“I-- ahh--” He seems nervous about it, a little flustered, clearly not expecting you to offer something like that – but then, you raise one hazy hand and gently pet his crotch through the fabric and he whistles through his teeth, the organ giving a welcoming throb beneath your hand. You swallow at how it responds, the size and heat of it.

“Please?” Plump lower lip caught between your teeth. “I’d like to repay the favour.”

He swallows, raising a hand to loosen his tie. You see the bob of his throat as he moves, pulling out the chair he was sat on before, parting his own knees.

“I’d like that,” he says, and that’s all of the encouragement you need to sink from the chair onto your shaking knees, half-crawl towards him until you’re situated between his thighs. Your hands reach up to his waist, undoing his belt buckle carefully. The heat of his cock radiates through the fabric, brushing against your arm as you undo the belt. As you undo the button. As you tug at the zipper, the noise of the teeth indecently loud. He sighs himself, a hand cupping your cheek. “You’re so pretty,” he says, repeating his earlier compliment. His eyes on your face make you feel hot and flushed, the way he watches you eagle-sharp as your smaller hands reach into his underwear to pull out his already hard cock.

He’s not as big as Toji was, but that doesn’t mean he’s not big. His cock is elegant, a light upward curve, the head ruddy pink and slick with precome – and as you lean forward and let your tongue trace the slit of it, as you taste that same precome in your mouth, he groans quietly. He brings the hand not on your cheek up to his mouth to muffle the noise, and you can’t help but pout.

“Please,” you say. “I want to hear you--”

A pause. He drops his hand, taking a chest-deep breath. His fingers slide across the apple of your cheeks – you know he must be able to sense how warm you are, how shameless and brazen you feel.

You give the head of his cock dainty kitten licks, getting used to feel of him – getting used to the soft breaths he keeps making, the way that the hand on your cheek moves to knit into your hair. You know you’re teasing him, but the way he looks down at you like you’re the one doing him a favour has you all giddy and light headed.

You envelope the head in your waiting mouth, tongue messily lapping at it. It’s been a long time since you’ve done something like this – judging from the sigh escaping Nanami’s lips, the light thrust of his hips, though, you’re not doing too bad of a job on it.

You take him a little further, willing your mouth to open wider. Your tongue is still moving against him sloppily – tracing the veins of his shaft, licking fat stripes where you can manage to get it around. You feel a trickle of drool escape your lips as you widen your mouth a bit more, so much you can feel a light ache in your jaw.

“Fuck,” Nanami breathes, deep and ragged. “Fuck, that’s a good girl.”

The praise just eggs you on further, makes you want to take him deeper – makes you want to win more noises said by that dark, low voice. You push too far and have to pull back a little, your makeup smearing (you’re glad you’d foregone a darker lipstick today), your eyes watering. But you’re determined, and after you’ve managed to draw a choked breath around the cock in your mouth, you’re back on it, kissing and sucking and licking as best you can. Every so often, Nanami will groan from above you, his hips jerking, the hand in your hair guiding you just a little to the left. The other hand comes to cradle your face, so tender and careful with you.

“You feel so good,” he says, soft, like he can barely believe where you are. “Your mouth is so good, sweetheart--”

The flat of your tongue is dragged over the slit, his taste flooding your senses. You squeeze your thighs together, the friction thrilling even considering how slick your cunt still is (you’re grateful that your skirt is dark, because you know you must have soaked through your underwear).

His hips are moving more regularly now, but you can tell that he’s still holding back – that he doesn’t want to roughly fuck your throat, though he easily could. You look up at him with your eyes dark and wide, your lashes trembling, trying to get across that it’s alright for him to do that without having to stop hungrily licking and sucking at his cock. He sees your gaze, your lips wrapped around him, your cheeks hollowed in your attempts to impress, and he breathes out a shaking exhale.

“Is it really okay?” He asks you. “I don’t want to hurt you--”

You hum your affirmative around his cock and his eyes roll back into his head for just a moment, groan escaping his parted lips again, as he begins to rock his hips into your mouth. You gag around it at first – so big, so thick, even though he’s not going that fast yet – but as he begins to pick up his pace, your mouth gets used to moving in tandem with his thrusts and the tugs on your hair.

The ache in your jaw begins to be pleasant; you begin to feel like you’re meant to have it open that wide, that the bump of his cockhead against the back of your throat is right and perfect. His face is flushing, his breath getting shaky – whistling in his chest.

His chest. You stare at the bare collar above the buttons of his shirt, the lean shadows of his collarbone – you think, judging by the broadness of his shoulders, he’s probably built beneath there. You’d love to find out. You’d love to be somewhere other than in the classroom with this man, somewhere where you could learn his body by heart, where the floor beneath your knees isn’t quite so hard--

“Fuck,” he hisses, fingers tightening so hard that you groan, your throat vibrating around his cock. “Sweetheart, my good girl, I’m gonna--”

You hear the warning in his voice and you suck harder, swirl your tongue faster, coaxing him forward – his abdomen flexes under the shirt, his cock juddering in your mouth, pulsing as your mouth suddenly fills with the hot, wet, salty and unmistakable taste of Nanami’s come--

You keep sucking. You keep licking, swallowing pump after pump, draining forth every single drop of his release that you can until he’s shuddering and his cock is softening, his head thrown over the back of the chair to reveal the tempting column of his throat.

He’s taking deep breaths, great heaving ones that his shoulders move in time with, as the last few thunderbolts of his release travel through his body and he groans in the pleasured way that someone who has orgasmed their worries away does.

Nanami’s hand in your hair eases, his breaths evening out from the shakes and groans. His fingers are quiet and affectionate, as you pull back, swallowing the final few drops of his release. He looks down at you with those intense eyes half-lidded, his face briefly free of lines and stress and worry. He sighs, hand diving into the jacket still hung on the chair behind him – when the hand emerges, he’s holding a handkerchief, that he brings up to your face like a lover.

Tenderly, he wipes a bead of his come from the corner of your mouth. The action is so warm, so fond, that you can barely breathe for looking up at him. You feel like you’re knelt at some kind of altar – that Nanami had prayed to you, and now you are responding with your own supplication.

“Are you alright?” He asks you. “Your knees? Your mouth?” He’s so gorgeous; unfairly picked out under the classroom lights, like he doesn’t belong here at all. In another world, he’s avenging like an angel with a weapon in his hand. Now, he’s softly rumpled with his shirt unbuttoned and one of his suspenders fallen down his shoulder, his knees spread wide.

“Yes,” you breathe. He smiles again – he does not grin. His mouth is just a light uptilt, as he leans forward and brushes his lips over your own.

“Good girl,” he murmurs again, the words sending another shiver down your spine. “Do you need some help getting dressed?”

You rise onto unsteady legs and Nanami is there, supporting you carefully, rising with you. He rescues your skirt, your bra – deft fingers re-doing buttons, catching eyes with hooks, zipping up until you look – if not immaculate – at least presentable. Someone who had seen you this morning would probably recognise that your skirt is creased and your blouse is crumpled, that your hair is falling around your face--

Nanami’s fingers capture those strands too, tucking them back behind your ear, smoothing them out. Every single sweep and caress of his fingers makes you feel like you’re about to break into pieces from how soft you feel, how cherished. It’s a stark difference to how you had felt after Toji had swung out of your classroom, leaving you prone and leaking his come.

He leaves you, after you’ve regained your balance, to get your bag and coat, to grab the book you had been reading before this meeting had commenced – and he sets himself to rights with a calm, assured aura. If someone looked closely at him, you think perhaps they’d notice the tie not quite as tight, the hair not quite as neatly swept from his brow – you yourself can barely take your eyes off him. Is there something in the water in this town?

He grasps his briefcase, clips his glasses into the top pocket of his suit jacket instead of placing them back on his nose. His entire being seems to have lost tension, his eyes not quite as tired, his shoulders not quite as strained. As he finished, he comes to stand beside you – an arm gallantly curving around your waist just loosely enough that the touch could be read as friendly and not romantic. As the two of you walk across the classroom, he says quietly;

“You really should relax, you know. You don’t have anything to worry about. Yuji adores you, and I’m sure the rest of the children do too.”

(Your cheeks heat, the compliment warm and convincing in the sonorous bass of Nanami’s voice).

“Even Gojo isn’t permanent,” he says. “Anybody would be lucky to end up with you.” A cough. “That’s . . . as a teacher and in other ways.”

He pauses at the door, unlocking it with a final click that feels like he is saying that this little adventure has truly come to its natural end. His eyes linger affectionately on your face, a brief touch of hesitation colouring his features – before, once more, he leans in and brushes his lips against yours with a feather-soft touch that has you gasping in surprise against his mouth. The hand not on the briefcase takes your own hand, fingers entangling, and if you had thought your face was warm before, you’re quickly taught that you didn’t know what heat was.

He draws back a little breathlessly.

“I hope you’ll continue working with Yuji,” he says, sincerely. “And perhaps, if it’s agreeable to you-- perhaps we could schedule a catch-up meeting in a few weeks? So I may see. . . how things are progressing?”

“Of course, Sir,” you say, words very breathy.

When you get home tonight, and probably for the next few weeks, you’ll take a really good look at the grading rubric. You know. For the kids. Not because of Nanami’s sharp cheekbones and wicked tongue and the glint that had been in his eye when he had pressed his mouth against your heated core – not because of how his cock had felt heavy and thick in your mouth, and how it would feel pressed inside of you--

Nope. Not at all.

Definitely for Nanami’s son.

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