#mrs clawford

[toxooz]

Hi, me again (senior in college)! Thank you for answering my previous ask! If it's alright to ask, could you please tell us more about Vinny and his momma (background, first squad interactions, etc)? I'm not sure if you already made a post about it or not. Thanks again <3!

- A.M.

OH BOI WOULD I ok so Vinny n his momma (Mrs.Clawford):

and her husband were a well adjusted family where Vin's dad worked at a chemical plant(made the majority of their income) and his mom works at a daycare. Vinny and his dad were super close and he would take Vinny fishing along with other activities when he could, he was a strong source of support and Vinny aspired to be like him when he grew up. When Vin was about 9 years old his dad was involved in a fatal explosion in the chemical plant and his mom had to break the news to him after getting the call. They both took it extremely hard and his mom, now having to work overtime and find an additional job to support them, could rarely ever be there for Vin. Vinny secluded himself and would often stay in his room all day playing games and would often times scrounge around the house for meals if his mom didn't have time to make something before she would leave for work. He became bitter and sulky most of the time and wouldn't say much to anybody, and while his mom did try to connect with him, in reality she was simply too tired from all the work so she could never quite be there for him emotionally for she was also dealing with the grief herself as well. When Vinny was 10, his mom put her paw down and bought him a scooter so that he would at least be outside while she was away, and she looked for a nearby park to take him to before work which ofc Ollie's skatepark was the only one in the city. Vinny hated this idea immensely and it was incredibly uncomfortable for him for he did not cope well with the sudden change of activity and being out all alone on a scooter he didn't even want, so he was NOT happy. His dad being gone and him having little closure over it meant that his pillar of support had vanished, so he was left vulnerable, anxious and alone at a huge skatepark with loud skateboards and even louder Big monsters

the first few days he was chased into a corner of the fence where he would stay bc it was too much to scoot around in fear that he may get knocked over or bullied ect. and he would hiss and swipe out of fear at people if they skated too close. A few skaters brought it up to Ollie that 'there's a lil dude who is totally Not having a good time over there' so Ollie checked it out and caught sight of the mini trembling furball in the corner evil eying everyone. He had to mosey his way over to him indirectly to not scare him more. He crumbled up his massive body to get as low and nonthreatening as possible and inched his way along the fence until he was at an interactive range with Vinny. Vinny noticed him a little too late, his fur stood up even more as he refused to look directly at Ollie while giving out a small low growl, but Ollie simply took out a candy bar, broke off a piece and ate it, then broke off another piece and calmly handed it to Vin.

Vinny reflexively looked over and hesitated a loong time before taking the piece and waited til Ollie ate another piece before he ate his. As they silently finished the candy bar, Vinny's fur had gone down and his ears came back up which was Ollie's que to ask him his name ect. and by that time Vinny was pretty receptive to it. Ollie asked him if he wanted to skate with him and while Vinny was hesitant he accepted. They eased their way through the skatepark as Ollie kept a slow pace to allow Vin to keep up and Vinny was g l u e d to the side of Ollies leg while everyone else at the park kept their distance to give them space. They did this for the rest of the day which Really got Vinny out of his shell and even made Vinny kind of excited to come back tomorrow. They pushed around for a few days as Vins personality started shining through and eventually Ollie let him try out his skateboard which Vinny was super excited about. Even though Ollies big ass board was like a surfboard to Vinny he still wanted a skateboard nonetheless so Ollie agreed to make him his own skateboard. Ponti didn't care for Vinny in the slightest and would call him 'that damn scooter kid' (he got scratched by Vin once on the tail and had a grudge against him since lmfao) so Ollie would have to defend Vin from Ponti sometimes for he would deliberately skate threateningly close to Vinny and hit him with his tail( Ponti was hostile as hell since he was still kinda new and him and Ollie still had a little beef at this time) which probably started some fights between Ollie and Ponti tbh BUT eventually Ponti warmed up to Vin as he had his own redemption arc and is now the mean older brother to him but will beat anyone to a pulp who messes with Vin. Remy didn't care for him either but was pretty passive and Abio and Oscar helped with the warm welcome. Vinny used the skateboard for a while and Ollie would take it back with him when the day was over but eventually his mom found out and she confronted Ollie n the squad about it mad as hell talkin abt how dangerous it was and how Vinny was going to break something or get in with the wrong crowd ect. so Ollie had to calm her down and apologized. Vinny was tore up abt the whole thing but when his mom saw how much fun he was having and how he had opened up she reluctantly agreed to let him skateboard sO dear god there's his origin 😭

THAT WAS LONG AS HELL MY BAD and kind of spoilery but its fine lmfao THNX 4 THE ASK!!

#vinny #mrs clawford #i had a full drawing of her but it was lost in the great burning of the library (accidentally deleting my entire blog) #sk8 squad #wheel bitten #oc lore #oc backstory #ollie #vin

[pilvimarja]

Drabble | Ficlet | ●●● | teen Lawrusso | adult Lawrusso |

Prompt used: “Indulge” and “Happy anniversary, baby.”

Post-college AU or as I like to call it, the Livin' on a Prayer AU, established relationship, pet names, belly kink (I'm not super experienced with this particular kink), eating, anal s3x.

Daniel is almost dead on his feet as he drags himself up to the third floor of their dilapidated apartment building, cheeks stained with oily smudges from his last repair job of the day. His stomach lets out a loud growl at the delicious smell of something spicy just outside of Mrs. Oliveira’s apartment, and he hopes Johnny's remembered to get some groceries or they’ll have nothing but stale saltines and ketchup for dinner. Again.

He’s greeted by Princess Cindy Clawford the moment he sets foot inside his and Johnny’s little shoe box of an apartment. “Hey, girl, did you miss me?” Principessa rubs her flank against his shin and offers him a pleased purr. “Hey, Johnny, I’m home!”

Johnny pokes his head out of the kitchen door and waves a cheese-stained spatula at him. “Oh, hey, babe. Dinner’s almost ready.”

“Great! I’m starving, man. Didn’t even have time for a lunch break. ” Daniel makes a beeline for the bedroom and shimmies out of his oily overalls, hopping from foot to foot as he leaves them in a heap on the floor.

“You won’t believe the day I’ve had." He grabs one of Johnny’s t-shirts from the laundry basket, gives it a quick sniff and pulls it over his head as he hurries to the kitchen. “This lady from Encino wrapped her Lambo around a lamp post. I spent almost four hours trying to undo the damage and—”

Daniel freezes mid-step when he sees that Johnny’s set the table, like, really set it, candles, fancy tableware, the whole shebang. “Um. What’s this?” He narrows his eyes at Johnny. “Did you break something again?”

“What? No!” Johnny cries out, shooting Daniel an offended glare over his shoulder, “and the radiator in our bedroom was already broken. I just gave it a little encouraging kick.”

“Repeatedly,” Daniel snorts.

Johnny grabs the kitchen towel and wets it under the sink, patting it against the oil stain on Daniel’s cheek. “You seriously don’t know why we’re celebrating?”

Daniel’s brain comes to a jarring halt. “We're celebrating?”

Johnny yanks on the collar of Daniel's t-shirt. “You know I love to see you in my clothes, but are you sure you wanna have our fifth anniversary dinner smelling like my BO?”

“What?! That’s today?” Daniel smacks his palm against his forehead. “Oh man, I feel like a total dumbass for not remembering.”

He rushes back into the bedroom, rummaging through their wardrobe for something more appropriate than a sweaty Van Halen shirt.

"There sure is a lot of flannel in here..."

Principessa lifts her head from her rumpled nest of sheets and gives Daniel a disinterested meow.

He's pretty sure he’s never owned a suit that fits, always forced into hand-me-downs from his older cousins. He struggles into an old dress shirt and presents himself to Johnny with a little twirl.

“Better?”

“Well, someone made an effort,” Johnny observes, giving Daniel an impressed whistle, “did that shirt shrink in the washer or something?”

Daniel tugs on the starched collar. “Hey, gimme a break here, I haven’t worn this since Nonna Valentina’s eightieth birthday.” He curls his fingers around Johnny’s mullet and pulls him down for a kiss. “And I’m sorry I forgot our anniversary.”

“It’s okay, babe, I know you’ve been working long shifts all month,” Johnny sits Daniel down at the table, the yellow vinyl cushioning on the chair’s squeaking under his weight, “but I’ve got something here that’ll knock your socks off.”

Growing up in a house where every meal was made by a professional cook had left Johnny a little culinarily challenged, but he’s come pretty far from the diet of TV dinners and beer he was living on when they first got together.

He sets a large pot in the middle of the table and lifts the lid, beaming like he’s revealing a masterpiece at the Louvre. “Tada!”

Daniel peeks into the pot and his eyes threaten to bulge out of their sockets as he lays them on golden, creamy deliciousness that is macaroni and cheese.

“Oh, Johnny, baby.” He smacks a kiss to his fingers and reaches across the table to press them to Johnny’s lips. “I love you man.”

Johnny’s ears flush pink and his mouth pulls into a smile that’s almost a frown. “It’s probably not as good as yours, but you know, dig in.”

Daniel does exactly that, piling cheesy pasta on his plate until it’s threatening to spill over the edges.

“Hey, hey, save some room for the dessert,” Johnny snorts, but Daniel doesn’t miss the way his pupils spill over his irises as he watches Daniel shove a forkful of pasta into his mouth.

And they don’t do this often, but he knows Johnny has a thing for watching him… indulge.

He strokes his toes up and down the length of Johnny’s shin as he tells him about his day at the garage, but he can tell Johnny is more focused on the slow swell of his stomach as he fills his plate with a second serving of pasta.

The seams of his shirt strain against his sides by the time the pot is empty, but Daniel drags his fingers through the cheesy remains on the bottom, popping them into his mouth with a satisfied groan.

"That was so goddamn good, Johnny. Eleven out of ten."

“You ready for dessert?” Johnny grins, conjuring a tub of gelato from the ice box.

Daniel makes a show of rubbing his palm over his stomach. “I don't know, I’m pretty full, man.”

Johnny’s eyes are dark as he circles around the table. “I told you to save some room for dessert, but you got greedy,” he scolds, tapping Daniel's nose with a spoon. “Come on, baby, just a little more, for me?” he helps Daniel up from the chair and nips at his bottom lip, “it’s chocolate.”

Daniel rolls his eyes and grabs the tub of gelato from Johnny’s hand. “You know that’s an offer I can’t refuse.”

He shuffles into the living room and slumps down on the sofa, scooping his spoon through the gelato. It's not as good as the fresh-made stuff at his aunt's diner back in Newark, but the chocolate is nice and sweet on his tongue.

"Christ... My jeans feel three sizes too small." Daniel lowers his hand to his zipper, but Johnny rushes to stop him.

“No, let me do that.”

He drops down on his knees and settles between Daniel’s spread thighs, his breaths heavy as he pops the button on his jeans.

“Now this is a nice view,” Daniel murmurs, running his fingers through Johnny’s feathery hair.

Johnny grins up at him, pulling Daniel's shirt tails out of his jeans. He drags the zipper down slowly, like he’s savoring the way Daniel's belly spills out.

The first couple of times they did this were a little weird, and Daniel still doesn’t know what about his full gut gets Johnny so hot, but he’s happy to humor him, especially if he gets to stuff his face with gelato while doing it.

He savors another chocolaty spoonful and watches Johnny stroke his fingers over the pearly buttons of his shirt, feeling the way they strain against his stomach.

“Fuck, Daniel.”

“You’re really into this, huh?” Daniel asks, a little overwhelmed by the raw desire he sees on Johnny's face, "making me big."

“Yeah.” Johnny brings his fingers to the collar of Daniel’s shirt and begins to unbutton it. “I know it’s a little weird, but I love you like this,” Johnny sighs, rubbing his hands over Daniel’s stomach, "full and content."

Daniel drags his tongue against the spoon with an appreciative mmmh and flicks his eyes to Johnny’s crotch where his cock is threatening to bust through his fly. “Yeah, I can tell.”

Johnny undoes the rest of the buttons, and Daniel breathes out a relieved sigh, trailing his fingers over the pink imprints on his skin. “Jesus," he gasps, staring at his belly with stunned eyes. "It's huge."

“Yeah, but I bet you can fit a little more in there.” Johnny pats Daniel’s stomach and takes the spoon from his hand, feeding him generous spoonfuls of half-melted gelato until Daniel’s ribs are starting to ache.

“No more, or I'll burst,” Daniel pants. “Besides, this ain’t the dessert I’m hungry for," he grins, rubbing the sole of his foot against Johnny’s crotch.

“You sure you can handle that tonight?” Johnny asks, eyeing the curve of Daniel’s full belly. “I don’t want you puking half-digested mac and cheese on me.”

Daniel wrinkles his nose. “You’re a real Casanova, you know?” He shoves his hand between the sofa cushions, wiggling his brows as he waves a tube of Slippery Stuff at Johnny. "Come on, babe, give it to me.”

Johnny yanks Daniel's jeans down his legs, his voice a low growl. "Oh, I'll give it to you, LaRusso."

Daniel lets Johnny undress him and drifts into a haze of bliss, his leg thrown over Johnny’s shoulder as he savors the stretch of his fingers. It’s been a while since they’ve done this. With Johnny’s late-night shifts at the diner and the extra work Daniel's been doing for Monty at the garage, even the occasional rushed hand job has felt like a rare luxury.

Daniel reaches down to touch Johnny’s pinky finger and gives his hand an insistent tug. “Give me more?”

“You sure? You’ve already got three.”

Daniel bites his lip, clenching around the girth of Johnny’s fingers. “Uh-huh.”

Johnny snorts, squirting more lube onto Daniel’s pink rim. “You’re such a size queen.” He works his pinky finger in with the rest of his fingers and leans down to mouth at the swollen curve of Daniel’s stomach. “You feeling full?”

“Yeah," Daniel sighs, curling his toes against the sole of his foot. "I can barely move.” He eyes the tented crotch of Johnny’s jeans. “You could make me even fuller, you know?”

Johnny breathes out a watery moan, his lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he unzips his jeans, cock so fat and flushed that Daniel’s hole clenches at the sight.

He tries and fails to get up and makes grabby hands at Johnny. “Come on, put those beefy arms to good use and help me up. I wanna ride you.”

Johnny laughs, giving Daniel a little flex. “You mean these beefy arms?”

Daniel lets out a pleased squeak as Johnny wraps his arms around his waist and lifts him up like he's still the scrawny little twig he was back in high school.

His knees dig into the peeling faux leather of the couch as Johnny settles him on his lap, and he tries to reach between his thighs, flushing red when he realizes that his stomach is in the way.

Johnny’s mouth pulls into a toothy grin. “Can’t reach?”

“And who’s fault is that, huh?” Daniel pouts.

Johnny drags his gaze over the bloated curve of Daniel’s belly, the very picture of self-satisfaction. “Mine.” He fits his cock against Daniel’s lube-slick hole, giving him the full length of it in one go.

“Ah!”

“You okay?” Johnny pants, blinking at Daniel with boyishly big eyes.

Daniel nuzzles his nose against Johnny’s flushed cheek. “I'm good.”

And it’s nice, the stretch of Johnny’s cock and the heavy fullness of his gut, the open desire in Johnny's eyes as he slips his thumb into the dent of Daniel’s belly button, fucking his finger in and out, in and out.

“Are you-are you into this?” Johnny asks, a little breathless.

“I like that you’re into it,” Daniel says gently, stroking his fingers over Johnny’s knuckles.

Johnny’s mouth stretches into a dopey grin. “I’m into you.”

The struggle of staying afloat with minimum wage ain’t no bed of roses, but Daniel wouldn’t trade his life with Johnny for anything, and he presses a gelato-sweet kiss to his lips. “The feeling’s mutual.”

Johnny drags his fingers through the trail of dark hair below Daniel’s navel and slips them under the obscene curve of his underbelly, jerking him with lazy strokes as he fucks into him.

“I can’t believe it.”

Daniel blinks at Johnny, eyes heavy-lidded. “Huh? Can’t believe what?”

Johnny stills his hips, his gaze darting around the small living room. “That you’ve put up with me for five years…”

“Oh, Johnny.” Daniel strokes his thumb against Johnny’s chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby.” Daniel leans in and plants a soft kiss to Johnny’s lips. “You’re so good to me. And you know my Ma loves you, as does my Nonna and my cousin Livia, especially after you played the guitar at her wedding like you were Eric Clapton or somethin’,” he snorts, “I bet they’d want you to put a ring on my finger if we could get—”

They share a knowing look and Johnny seals his lips against Daniel’s mouth as his smile begins to falter.

The kiss is hungry, all teeth and desperate want, and Daniel wails as he comes against the hard line of Johnny's abs in wet spurts, shaking with his orgasm.

Johnny presses his finger to Daniel's mouth. "Shh, not so loud." They both turn their eyes toward the ceiling, snickering at the familiar thump thump thump of frail old lady feet.

"I swear, one of these days, you're gonna get us evicted, you little slut," Johnny snorts.

"Hey, you're the one fucking me," Daniel grins, "I'm just enjoying the ride." He reaches back to touch where he's stretched around Johnny's cock. "You close?"

"Y-yeah," Johnny pants, hips jerking up from the couch. "You want me to pull out?"

It'll be messy with no rubber, but Daniel shakes his head, pressing a kiss to Johnny's flushed cheekbone. "I want you to come in me."

Johnny thrusts into him, his palms splayed over Daniel's belly as he fills him up like a round little cream puff. “Happy anniversary, baby.”

#Lawrusso #Lawrusso drabbles and ficlets #This one took a while because I rewrote most of the smut to include some belly kink #fun fact: i've never eaten macaroni and cheese

[trvelyans-archive]

ted lassooooooooo

oh you get me bestie...

blorbo: mr ted lasso himself and also ms rebecca welton <3

scrunkly: SAM OBI-SAN-YAAAAAAA. what i wouldn't give to kiss that man and take him on the best romantic date ever

scrimblo bimblo: ms bowen !!! literally where is the ms bowen and jamie tartt enemies to lovers arc. where! (it better be in season 3! they better not introduce that cutie queen for nothing!)

glup shitto: nora my cutie daughter. oh god she's so precious. and WILL MY BELOVED

poor little meow meow: cindy clawford and earl the greyhound :( and. regrettably. nathan shelley :(

horse plinko: rupert fucking mannion. die bitch

eeby deeby: also rupert. to quote sassy. every day i dream of his funeral <3

send me a fandom and i'll tell you my blorbos

#THANK YOU FRAN DARLING #ask

[bolbianddolanhouse]

BNHA self insert AU [Book 2]

Lost and confused? Read this post to catch up!

Chapter 6: Dear Diary, I Couldn’t Find My Diary...

It’s still one more day until move in! Luckily for me, I don’t have to babysit anyone’s brat on this fine Sunday.

“Hey mom” I called out for my mom from the couch “can we watch your iconic fight?”

“Oh sure! I have it saved under high school fights on the digital library” she yelled back from the laundry room “it should be the first one on the list.”

I scroll through the digital library on the TV and the robo doggy jumped up on the couch to take their ‘nap’.

“It still creeps me out that your robo does normal dog functions” Hoshi spoke up.

“Huh? What’s so weird about it?” I asked genuinely confused on their feeling.

“Like they bark, talk, sleep, growl and even pretends to eat at meal times” he looks at the little robo “I didn’t know these things were programed like that.”

“Oh this is the original robo dog and my mom and her friends made for their intel class project” I found the section mom what talking about as I talked “this one has a completely different set of internal devices and mechanics from what’s produced now. Uncle Jin says this AI is different too, Mr Muffins is programed to be a house pet, security bot and learning AI but this was his best at that time.” I tried to remember what else Jin told me “Oh! and his coat was hand sewn by my mom and repaired over the years to preserve the memory of her childhood pet.”

“That’s so sweet actually” Hoshi had a change of heart and pet the napping robo “looks like the rest is history huh?”

“Yup, speaking of” I click on the video “heres the video of that fight.”

We watched the video in awe on how the first two teams failed in the beginning and how my mom, Mimi and Jin just plow through the beginning like nothing. I noticed on how much they didn’t use quirks unless it was necessary for escape. Their roles changed so much in the fight and they all take turns taking the lead, that gave me a few ideas for new formations. We finally got to the part that made the fight iconic.

“Oh hey, that’s my dad and his friends” Hoshi’s eyes lit up “look how young they look! Heh I see why Nejire calls Tamaki chicken feet! Man’s feet are exposed, toes looking like they belong on a farm.”

I stifle my laugher and playfully hit Hoshi “Shut up! I’m trying to pay attention to the fight!”

He stayed quiet as the next part was crazy! I don’t even know how to describe it other than mom tricked all three of them into capture. The last part where she phased into the ground to escape the man’s grip to pop back up, naked and finished the electrical field for the kill. Ending the video with them holding hands as they cross the finish line. My jaw was on the floor.

“That was incredible! Your mom’s friends are just” Hoshi was trying to find the right words “I don’t even know what to say! Why does my dad even bother with those three? Anybody with common sense wouldn’t pick another fight with those three after an ass beating like that!”

“Didn’t they tell you?” my dad said, startling us.

“Tell us what?” Hoshi and I said curiously.

“Your mom and your dad used to date” my dad casually dropped as he took a sip of his canned orange juice “back in my first year, it didn’t last obviously, but that really put your mom on the popular scope at school. And this fight dethroned Mirio from his popular status and made your mom the one to take the spot.”

“My dad dated your mom?” Hoshi was in disbelief “that makes sense! His weird obsession with her and why your mom doesn’t want to work with him” he put everything together in his head “my dad has been harassing her for years because she was the only one that put him in his place!” 

“It’s my specialty!” Mom chimed in with a basket of fresh laundry “your dad had this whole plan to convert me into a hero because I was over powered and rare combination of double quirked. His plan fell through when he got me mad and broke up with me weeks later” she smirked “jokes on him, I hid my second quirk and gave him the slip in that fight when I showed up. If you should learn anything about me, it’s that I’m always 10 steps ahead of the enemy.”

“It’s true, that’s why you’re the queen of spars” my dad put his arm around her waist “smart, beautiful, powerful and witty...And all mine.”

Mom sneered at dad’s move on her but blushed “O si? Okay then Casanova” she phased right through him and replaced her hips with the laundry basket so he was holding it instead “you can put your laundry away, King of Order!”

“Aw I thought I got you there” dad laughed and sighed “all these years and I can’t land a single upper handed flirt.”

“10 steps ahead!” Mom said as she walked away “never forget it babe!”

“Mr. Iida, why did you continue to pursue her?” Hoshi asked like a child asking where babies come from “she was clearly out of your league in so many ways.”

“I was friends with her before we dated, we were so close and she opened up to me about her traumas when I was being nosey” Dad fixed his grip on the basket “and I kept those secrets along with other secrets. We had a deep trust and a different kind of bond that didn’t cross the line. So love wasn’t too far off and boy was I the stubborn one.”

I love my parent’s dynamic to the point of wanting what they have for each other. That gave me an idea once my dad went upstairs. “Let me show you my favorite home video!” I pull up my parent’s wedding video.

“Look how young your parents are!” Hoshi awed “OH THOSE ARE MY PARENTS!” he yelped as he pointed at a couple in the background “and my mom was pregnant so that means my brother is in there and my older brother was maybe like 2 or 3 at the time.” He sighed “what a lovely wedding, your uncle and aunty really know how to plan a wedding!”

“Right?! But my favorite part is coming up” we watch as the video transitioned from my parents running out of the church to the reception “here, the first dances are my favorite!”

Hoshi watched the dances with awe “Oh! That’s the ballroom move you came up with! This is were you got it from?”

“Yup, it’s my favorite dance move but obviously I need a partner to perform it” I sighed “I really like ballroom dancing but I was really good at ballet that I just stuck with it and didn’t do much ballroom when I was in my private lessons.”

Hoshi stands up and sticks his hand out “You have me, let’s dance together!”

I giggled “I’d be a fool to refuse a dance from you!” I take his hand and we clumsily danced to pass the time. We didn’t notice my parents looking on from the stairs.

“Is that what we looked like?” Tenya whispered “no wonder everyone pushed me to say something.”

“How do you think I felt? It took so much self control not to kiss you” Ita whispered back “but I’m afraid history is going to repeat itself.”

“Oh those poor kids are going drive themselves crazy” Tenya sighed then smiled “but I’d do it all again and fix the last part of 3rd year.”

“I’d just connect the kiss at the dance, get all the weird shit out of the way” Ita slapped Tenya’s ass, startling him “we could’ve skipped the after party and jumped straight into bed with you~”

Tenya turned red from the bold statement “Well, that’d still be one of the best nights of my high school years.”

-Dorm move in day-

Both of my parents decided to come even though I asked them just drop us off at the curb of the dorms. I don’t mind my mom accompanying me, it’s my dad I’m concerned about. He tends to get emotional every time I go through a new phase of life, it’s embarrassing.

“OH HONEY LOOK!” dad pointed at the commons room “they kept the cat tree!”

“Oh shit that means-” mom gasped as she searched for something in the room. Dad joined her in the search.

“Um, who’s the weirdos in the commons room?” asked a passing classmate that stopped to see.

I sighed stressfully “Those weirdos are my parents and I have no idea what they’re looking for.”

“FOUND THEM!” my mom jumped up with a cat in her hands “Tenya look! They’re a chonky wonky.”

We watch as my parents coo and pet the cat “Oh gross they’re baby talking the cat” I take a deep breath “it’s like they’re teenagers!”

“I think it’s cute that they act like they’re still young” Hoshi chuckled “so carefree and madly in love with each other, couple goals.”

Sensei walks out of their quarters and spots my parents “Ugh it’s like I’M in high school again” he rubbed his forehead “get a room! geez and put Clawford down!”

“It’s name is Clawford?!” my mom squealed “so cute ahhhhh! I’m gonna cry!”

“Sensei, can we get the dorms unlocked?” said the classmate “I just remembered what I came out here for heh.”

“OH? They’re locked?” sensei and our classmate walk off.

“Locked? Hmm, I wonder if I can warp in my old room” mom pondered as she put the cat on the cat tree “it’s this first one in this hall.”

“That’s the boys side?” I observed.

“The school did your mom so dirty with the accommodations our first year” my dad explained “she lived among the boys hall, used the shared bathroom with us and did laundry in the shared laundry room until 2nd year” he pointed out the window “then she moved into the proper dorms, right over there with your uncle and aunty.”

“Oh my god TENYA COME!” my mom cried out as she opened the door of her old room. My dad ran in and we followed “they got balconies! do you know how much easier life here could’ve been if we had these!”

I watch my parents geek out again, then I looked at the name plate “Hmm, this isn’t a claimed room.” I turned around to see the other door’s name plate “wanna find your room Hoshi?”

“Sure” they walk with me down the hall ��I wonder what happened in these halls when your parents where here!”

“A whole lot of my mom causing chaos” I smirked “dad and his friends told me of her iconic roasts and other quips she said that caused big reactions.”

We find his dorm and called my mom over to open it from the inside “Oh this was Shoji’s room!” she reminisced before warping in and opening the door “I wonder what happened to him after that huge fight in Chiyoda a few years back.”

“He’s alive and well but he’s not in hero work” dad answered “but it has been a while since I last spoke to them, maybe we should pay him a visit soon.” 

“Well in any case, Lets get your things from the van Hoshi” mom said as she held her hand out “I’ll warp us there.”

I watch them warp out, then turned to dad “Which one was your room?”

“It was the dorm closest to the shared bathroom” he chopped to the room down the hall “or if you’re everyone else in the class, 5 doors down from the love of my life.”

“Oof that type of classmates” I laughed then I thought about what my mom said about their old classmate “Hey, are you in constant contact with your old classmates? I know the ones that come by the house and invite us to their events, but what about the others?”

“Well, as much as I wanted all of us to stay together like we used to” he fixed his glasses and sighed sadly “I haven’t seen our good friend Aoyama for 10 years, just the occasional video and card. Sato is another good friend that I know is well but runs a business and does hero work, so no time to socialize. Oh and sweet Hagakure, she’s a mystery in itself! Haven’t seen her since I married your mom! Kota travels all over the world lending his voice to help all sorts of animals, not that he talked much to humans anyways. Asui is too wrapped up raising a whole pond of kids nowadays. And I think that’s all of them.”

“Oh that’s not that many” I counted them on my hands “then your class was bigger than mine!”

“Yes but also technically your mom didn’t count in the official count in our hero class” he said as she warped in with all of Hoshi’s boxes “I was just talking about you! And the classmates we haven’t seen in ages.”

“I’m seriously missing Aoyama!” my mom reminisced “my eyes hurt every-time I look at him but I’ll be damned if he didn’t appreciate a good flashy piece!” she turned to me “Okay, your turn to settle in! I saw more people roll up.”

“Oh shit okay!” I refocused on moving in “see you later Hoshi!” Later found my room on the next floor up and took more time than I thought getting things laid out. I walk out to my balcony and see what I can put to occupy the space I didn’t plan for. Then my attention was shifted by the loud muffled music coming from the other dorm building. Mom said that intel students party hard because school rules don’t apply to them, she also said that not to crash their parties or I’m going to get my ass beat. I believe her so I’ll keep my distance. Then I looked at the balcony below me, I wonder who’s my next floor neighbor? I cut a piece from my practice muslin bolt to make a rope ladder and made my decent. I took a good look and it was Hoshi! I jumped onto their balcony and knocked on their sliding door.

“Knock Knock neighbor! May I borrow a cup of sugar?”

“What the? Lili?!” Hoshi opened the door “is this allowed?”

“What’s sensei gonna do? Oooh! I’m soooo scared to get a sticky ball on me!” I sarcastically acted out as I walked in his room “but dang your room looks so lively! I like where you moved your bed.”

“Thanks! I was just organizing my closet” he pointed to his empty boxes “I’m trying to figure out what to do with these.”

“Save them for move out?” I suggested as I was looking at his desk and a picture caught my attention “hey, who’s that in the picture?”

He looked at what I was pointing at “Hm? Oh! That’s my mom” he picked up the picture to show me “This is my favorite candid of her, I keep her around when I need a little pick me up.”

“You look so much like her” I pointed out “the same icy hair, light blue eyes and smile.” I then remembered something from when we were leaving Hoshi’s house “hey, um who’s Hime? If you don’t mind me asking.”

The smile disappeared from Hoshi’s face “Um, well that’s my...my old name.”

His tone made me realize that it was a sensitive topic “Oh, OH! I’m sorry if I hit a nerve! I didn’t-”

“It’s okay! You didn’t know and I’m comfortable enough to talk about it” he took a deep breath “I was born Hime Togata and I was raised like how I was named, like a princess, dresses in all sorts of colors and dollies. I wasn’t bratty or anything but my family spoiled me because I was the only girl but I wanted the attention of my mom.” his smile came back “I only wanted to wear those dresses and play princess with my mom because she was the loveliest person to be around. She taught me all about being good and how to be a better person to others. Imagine my poor little heart when she died, I felt like I lost my best friend and I didn’t want to wear the dresses anymore because it hurt too much. I didn’t want to play princess or smile anymore because my reason to do so was gone” he wiped his tears “then I showed signs of my quirk and my dad was extra obsessive of me and put me right to training. I didn’t want to do that either! I didn’t want to be hero or my dad’s prodigy child, I just wanted to have somebody to make me feel happy again and for things to make sense.” He turned to me “then I met you, when you played with me, that was the first time I smiled in a long time. You were different and so sure about who you wanted to be, I wanted to be like that and it gave me the courage to make my wishes come true. Things back home were getting worse and worse but I held on to that wish. At 12 years old, I decided to change my name to Hoshi and made the physical changes to be more masculine. Because it felt comfortable, it felt more like the real me!”

I was straight up crying “Hoshi what the fuck?! Like, I actually love that for you!”

“You’re actually crying!” he laughed and wiped my tears “but I have to thank you for everything. For being yourself, for accepting me, for saving me in more ways than physical.”

He held me so tightly that it knocked the wind out of me, but I welcomed it. I never thought of myself as somebody’s savior but he said it like I was divinity. Theres those warm feelings again, feeling small like a baby in their parent’s arms. How this boy reduced me to such!

“Oi Togata-kun” hollered and knocked one of our classmates, interrupting the moment “can you help us with moving Toei-kun’s furniture?”

“Uh yea! Be right there!” Hoshi broke the hug and refocused “you should probably head up your room, I’ll see you later.”

I climb up the rope ladder to my room and decide to keep it there for quick travel to each-other’s room. As I reach my room, I see all 7 of my female classmates in my room, giving me that look.

“Soooo, where does that rope ladder lead to?” said one of them.

“That’s none of your business” I responded “why are you guys in my room?”

“I was knocking and thought you died so we jumped balconies to see if you were alive” responded a different classmate “then I saw the rope ladder and figured you were busy. Then we all gathered here.”

“Come on Iida-san! We saw you come with Togata-kun” coaxed my classmate “your parents basically treated him like he was part of the family! Just say you two are a thing, we’re supportive of this ship.”

“My parents are just nice people!” I was heavily dismissing these assumptions “plus, well, Hoshi is going through a lot lately with things at home. I kinda don’t want to leave him alone for a while until things are better” I fixed my glasses and sighed “we’re just really good friends.”

“Oh I’m sorry that he’s going through it” winced a classmate “now I kinda feel like an asshole for assuming.”

“It’s all good, you didn’t know” I smiled then my stomach growled real loud “oh wow that was loud hehehe, guess we should figure out dinner?”

We all make our way to the kitchen to see there ain’t no fuckin’ food except dry pasta. Turns out (but to nobody’s surprise) Mineta sensei didn’t get all the arrangements done to get us food. And I did what any girl with my status did... I called my aunty Midnight and told her that I was hungies and there was no food. And that’s how I got whole class pizza for dinner that night.

“Iida-san you shouldn’t just call a pro-hero like that!” scolded the class rep “what would your father say?!”

“My daddy won’t say shit! He knows how I get when I don’t get food first!” I huffed as I was feeling very hangry “if anything he’d do the same thing and personally deliver it to me!”

“Thanks Iida-san! We appreciate your efforts!” cheered the rest of the class.

“See, everyone else isn’t complaining” I crossed my arms “I get things done!”

“Your daddy also got things done” chuckled sensei “he was class rep when I was in high school. Great guy but he’s so dorky!”

“My dad was class rep?” I perked up “I mean it suits him but he’s like me?”

“Yup OH! I can show you!” he pulls up a video on his phone “heres a video from our 2nd year, your mom put my friend on the flag pole by the briefs.”

“...and for the last time, just so it gets through your thick head, NO I WILL NOT GO OUT WITH YOU!” blared the familiar voice of young mom.

“AHHHHhhhhhGUAHHHHH!” cried out the yellow haired boy as an unseen force pulls the back of his underwear that hung on the top of the flag pole.

“ITA! Get him down this instant!” demanded young dad, with the iconic chops.

“You can’t tell me what to do Tenya!” yelled young mom at dad “the boy had it coming! He put his hand on my ass!”

“I don’t care! DON’T WALK AWAY FROM ME!”

“Get bent you square!” young mom retorted as she warped out.

“Dang it! DON’T WORRY DENKI! I’LL GET YOU DOWN!” assured young dad as he made some calls and got him down in a few minutes.

“I still can’t believe he married your mom” sensei shuddered “she’s not a force to be reckoned and had kicked your dad’s ass multiple times! On and off the field.”

“Why do you still have that video sensei?” asked Hoshi, almost too scared to know the answer to that.

“Every-time that girl gets to fighting” he puts his phone away “she makes it into a spectacle and at the time nobody could figure out how to defeat her. So we’d record her fights and study them so we could have an idea on her weak points.”

“Has anybody succeeded?” I asked.

“Nope, she’s too unpredictable and brash” he sighed in defeat “her roasts were too devastating that they would end me instantly without her touching me!”

“I’m suddenly feeling less and less secure on sensei’s abilities to protect us” spoke up on the the girls. And everyone nodded in agreement.

The pizza comes and it looks like my mom paid for it from the receipt notes. I didn’t think much of it but everyone else was.

“What does your mom do for a living?!” asked one of my classmates “I know sensei said that she’s not in hero work but if she’s powerful and tactful PLUS can afford to buy us all pizza on a whim, what or where does she work in?”

“She’s the CEO of RoboDog INC and works as an independent unit with the Emperor’s Coup” I say before taking a bite of my pizza.

“I WAS WONDERING WHY SHE LOOKED SO FAMILIAR!” screamed the classmate that saw her in the commons room “oh my gosh Iida-san! Your mom is one of the most powerful women in the country and she’s just roaming around in public like that?!”

“I mean, she’s just living her best life” I responded before swallowing my bite “my mom taught me that simplicity and hard work is the way to go, she’s humble and gives back to the community.”

“Yup, she’s one of the school’s biggest donors” sensei spoke up “she’s the reason we have a botanical sanctuary garden and why we have a very expansive and stable international student program” he wiped his mouth “oh and a music program, wish we had that when I was a student.”

“Wow your mom really does care” said another classmate in awe “tell her we said thank you!”

All that affirmation made me feel good. It’s way better than being treated coldly at the dance academy. That night I went to sleep feeling much better about my stance in hero school... lets see how tomorrow goes!

-Chapter 6, End-

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#bnha #mha #self insert au #book 2 chapter 6 #not canon #will update regularly #ask me anything #//Palma-sama Speaks #oop backstory! But it's a wholesome one :3 I got a few asks to reveal Hoshi's past and here it is #also thanks for all the trans positive messages for Hoshi! I wish I knew how to draw so I could do a post of Hoshi reading them #I'm not trans nor enby BUT I'm your fellow internet Ally and I have nothing but love and respect for all trans and enby folk #and I hope I did this trans character justice for yall :3 but there's still more to come