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[tired-college-student-writing]

Loading the Dice

Summary: To most Dungeons and Dragons was a game, Whether they thought it was just a good way to pass the time, an escape, or even a calling card for worshiping Satan, at the end of the day it was still just a game.

To Others, it was no game, the risks were real and the enemies fatal. Not that anyone would ever believe him.

That is of course until his old adventuring party arrives to rescue him from the demo bats.

Part 1

Part 2 (coming soon)

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He knew he was different.

Not different in a way he could really explain. It wasn’t like when someone said it and meant they were just a bit slow, or when it was clear the world was trying to pretend someone was straight when they weren’t.

No, He knew he was different from the memories and skills that made no sense to the rest of the world.

He remembered growing up in Tal’Dori, remembered the weight of the morningstar between his hands that his mother had given him, her smile as feral as he felt as he learned to use it. He remembered the people coming to take his mom away, whispers about where she had gotten the bones she used in her weapons bouncing around the town. He remembered crafting a persona to hide how much these accusations hurt, because he knew he helped her hunt every single animal used in the weapons, his mother would never hurt anyone, but no one would listen. He remembers throwing himself into fighting rings just to work through the rage coursing through him until the healer at the ring looked at him, through his mask of rage and assholery, and told him to do better.  

He remembered trying, trying so hard to do better, to be better, discovering new aspects around him, powers he never dreamed of, and somehow it ended up with him meeting and joining an oddball group of adventurers who he quickly found he cared way too much for, and suddenly he wasn’t throwing himself in danger anymore for the thrill of it but rather to keep their sorry asses alive which was a harder task than he ever imagined himself willingly taking on.

It was in one such battle that had led to him ending up like this, being trapped in a world so vastly different from his own, years younger than he had been adventuring, and the people around him all seeming to think he had always been there. The magic and creatures he was so used to seeing vanished, replaced by technology and a seeming safety that made his skin crawl.

He hated it. Hated how his hard-earned muscles and scars were gone, the stories that went along with them nothing but make-believe to the friends and family he supposedly had here. He hated being called stupid as he stared at words in a language he had never seen before, forced to teach himself how to read and write again in secret because no one would believe that his ‘scribbles’ were the language he was used to. He hated how quiet the house he could never actually bring himself to call home was, missing the cramped shared rooms after taverns that never got remotely quiet but it didn’t matter because the only alternative was camping, and fuck if he didn’t love the feel of even a lumpy ass mattress after more then a few days of sleeping on the ground. He hated easily the mask he had crafted in between fights at the hidden rings slipped back on his face once more.

And if he was being honest with himself, which he very rarely was, he hated how the hope of his friends, of his true family showing up to save him, dwindled each passing day as he grew from a child just shy of eight to a teen and then even older still.

He hadn’t really expected the return of monsters in his life to be so gut-wrenching. He had expected it to be exciting, his friends finally arriving to bring him back to his real life, the thrill of battle coursing through his veins as he saw how rusty he had gotten from lack of fighting. Instead, he got pure unadulterated fear and a wish that he could have been ignorant.  

He hadn’t expected to find that this world wasn’t as magicless and mundane as he had thought as he was met with infernal-looking monsters and a plane mirroring the one he had been sent to. He didn’t expect to fear the names of monsters he had heard horror stories about, seen scars given by them to other unlucky adventurers over pints of ale, and a kinship born only from those that understood the true nature of the magical planes. The appearances were nothing like what had been shared in the quietest voices possible in taverns, healthy respect given to these creatures that could tear through unprepared adventurers like his morning star through paper, but the pure reverence they brought was the same.

Which lead to now, trekking through the Upside Down, without a clue of what to do, and woefully unprepared to even survive the hellscape alongside three people that two years ago he never would have even considered calling friends, attempting to get back to Nancy's house so they could find weapons and maybe some shoes for Steve, cause yikes if his old party could see him now…

The group was quick to pause as a tree to their left started to spark and glow, cracking open slowly to reveal a swirling gate.

As quickly and as quietly as their panic-stricken motley crew could manage, they dived for cover, hands gripping their make-shift weapons as tightly as possible. They held their breath as they frantically glanced around at each other, trying to form a game plan as they saw that he hadn't moved.

"Steve?" Robin breathed, terror dripping off her barely there words as he simply stared, frozen in place.  

The gate opening up in front of Steve felt different. The energy around it was familiar to him like the comfort of a well-worn shirt when rediscovered, wrapping him in warmth and comfort. It seemed to grow into the Upside Down instead of tearing into the flesh of the plane like the usual orange Gates did. It spread wider and wider and through the almost cheery green light streaming from the portal Steve could see the clear silhouettes of people drawing nearer and nearer. Silhouettes that he would recognize anywhere, even after all these years

“Steve, what the hell?” Robin hissed louder, more anxious this time, as he stepped forward.

“Harrington,” Eddie whispered grabbing at him only to be shoved away, Steve’s eyes never leaving the gate, “You’re freaking me out!

“Stev-!” Nancy finally snapped as he rushed forward only the word to die in her throat as a woman collapsed through the portal, Steve just barely managing to catch her.

Steve didn’t need to look down at the woman in his arms to know exactly who had come through, didn’t need to let his eyes trace over her flaming red hair and freckled cheeks, over her kind brown eyes and pale pink lips pulling into an ecstatic but exhausted smile, but he did because it had been so very long since Steve had seen her face and he had truly thought he never was going to see it again.

“Hi Keyleth,” Steve greeted softly, tears almost making him choke on the words, “I’ve missed you.”

He’s pretty sure the weak laugh the druid lets out is the single most beautiful thing he has ever heard.

#stranger things #stranger things spoilers #steve harrington #tlovm #vox machina #keyleth #dnd campaign #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #st s4 vol 1 #st s4 spoilers #critical role

[tired-college-student-writing]

Tim’s Secret Weapon pt. 13

So... It's been a bit huh? I kinda got burnt out on this story and I had so many different changes happen since I last wrote for this story but I suddenly got the inspiration for it recently so here we are. I hope I can continue writing for this story and bring it to a conclusion.

Summary- Tim has always seen the numbers floating above people’s heads, been able to perceive their threat levels with a single glance. After being a hero for so long he thought he was desensitized to seeing high numbers above people’s heads until Damian brings a new friend home.

Part 1

Part 12

Part 13(HERE)

Part 14

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The younger man looked up at him and waved a hand at the chair across from him, “How about you take a seat, Uccellino, and we can compare notes on what it’s like to be meta.”

Tim’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull before he sat down on the wall next to the bluette.

“You’re meta?”

Luka offered an understanding smile, “Yeah, it’s not very different to yours in the fact that I can’t really show people how mine work, but I’m sure it helps out without hero work about the same.”

Strumming a tone that was overly focused and seemed to buzz from one melody to the next with little rhyme or reason, Luka explained about his Heart songs, a melody that flowed from each person constantly, changing with emotions and events that played out in front of him.  

“Guess you’re more used to seeing stuff than hearing but… well it is interesting to hear how other metas sound.”

“No, I get it,” Tim chuckled listening to the song Luka was playing mellow out as the tension left him the longer the other boy talked, “So you’re playing my melody right now?”

“I’m doing my best too,” The boy agreed, “Most only sound like a single instrument but yours… It's mainly violin but I keep getting strings of other instruments, mostly the ones nearby. It’s almost like your song is repeating them back or working them into yours like I said interesting.”

“I guess it’s similar to you,” Tim agreed, looking at the 14 circling the boys head, resting his chin on his folded arms on top of his knees, “Usually the numbers are almost matte, never really changing by the outside world only by the experiences of the person they’re connected to. Yours however is metallic, mostly steely grey but if someone comes close I can see their color shine on yours just briefly.”

“Told you I’d find him!”

The pair turned to see Marinette smirking at Jason, though the man was too busy smirking at the pair on the wall, close enough to brush shoulders. The majority of the group had either drink carriers or boxes of pastries in hand with the very familiar Dupain-Cheng logo on the side. Dick smirked as the heroes all came to sit along the wall.

“Well well, looks like someone found a snake.”

Tim rolled his eyes seeing the look reflected in all of his brother’s eyes, fighting down a blush as he subtly leaned away from the other boy. After all, it was the look that they had given Damien when he brought Marinette home, the one they sent Bruce when he finally gave a ring to Selina, the one that they sent Dick when he was with Barbra or Jason with Roy.

Apparently, they thought he had a crush on Luka.

That was absolutely absurd, sure the man was flirty but they had just met, any interest he had in him was certainly just curiosity.

“Excuse me for enjoying a conversation with someone who fucking understands,” Tim grumbled, stealing Jason’s coffee and downing it with a grimace. Why must the older man ruin coffee with so much cream?

Jason didn’t even blick just plucking another coffee from his holder, eyebrow waggling, “Awww he understands you?~”

“I think Uccellino was referring to our meta abilities instead of whatever you’re referring to, Felce Rossa.”

The bats’ heads swung around to gawk at him and Tim couldn’t quite bit back a snort as the tune Luka was plucking out made a noise, not unlike a cartoon character falling off a cliff from the gentle piece Tim had assumed was Dick’s.

“See,” Tim laughed, “He already understands having meta abilities and how to shut you all up.”

“Wow wasn’t expecting it to be that big of a response,” Marinette giggled.

“You knew?” Damian questioned.

“Well duh,” Chloe huffed taking a bite from her macaron, “He’s always playing people’s heart songs for them at nauseam.”

Luka just offered a sly smile as he switched songs to a much more fast-paced and regal-sounding tune.

“Playing my song doesn’t change my statement Couffaine.”

“What about this?” Luka’s fingers shifted and suddenly the air was being filled with a slow relaxing number.

Chloe just groaned as her shoulders relaxed, “Ridiculous, you can’t even play fair.”

“I can stop,”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Not my fault everyone loves Marinette,” Luka argued drawing the Bat’s attention.

Alix snorted, “Ain’t that the truth. Hey Kim how long did your crush last again?”

“Oh no,” Kim shot back, “You don’t get to do that to me when you had a crush on her for almost as long.”

“What?”

Kagami merely offered a small smile at Damian’s bark, “ Luka’s plays Marinette’s song when we need to relax as it brings… a sense of safety to us. Mariette is a very liked individual. Nearly everyone at our school who is into girls has had a crush on her at some point, myself included.”

“Adrien was too busy being in love with her alter ego to realize he had a crush on her,” Luka added, earning himself a rude hand gesture from the blond who didn't even pause in his conversation with Max about some video game Tim didn't really care about.

“That’s enough, scalie,” Mari cut in with an eye roll.

Luka gasped dramatically, hands flying to his cheeks, “Mari! How cruel! No wonder we’re such bitter exes.”

“EXES?!”

Marinette groaned at the shouted word from the teen at her side, “You just had to rile him up, didn’t you?”

“Oh yeah,” Luka snickered, as he moved to place Jason and Dick who were openly cackling at the red entering his youngest brother’s face, between him and the couple.

“Yes, Dames,” Marinette sighed, “Luka and I dated three years ago for a few months, almost six months before we even met in person. Can you chill with the jealousy now?”

“Do-”

“No, I don’t still have romantic feelings for anyone other than you,”

“Wh-”

“That includes Adrian and Luka, those ships are long past sailed.”

“I-”

“If you threaten my teammates with your katana I will tie you to the top of the Eiffel tower in your boxers.”

“...Fine.”

“We got incoming,” Tim warned as his eyes were pulled away from the scabbling couple and towards a copper 9 and orange 5 that was bobbing just around the corner.

The group had just enough time to compose themselves from the giggles that Marinette’s and Damian’s fight had put them into before Lila and Alya came around the corner, both talking at Alya’s phone in what seemed to be an interview.

The pair froze as they saw the group on the wall.

"Well there goes my appetite," Chloe sighed handing her half-finished cookie off to Kim who scarfed it down without a second thought.

"Awe, the tapeworm you swallow starting to act up again?" Lila cooed mockingly.

"Oi Fuck off," Jason growled, finger tapping his calf just above where the Bats knew his holster to be.

"You have no business butting in," Alya snapped, "You don't know what she's done."  

“I do know that you have called my Habibiti names and accused her of scandalous behavior while claiming I was cheating on her ” Damian huffed.

“Nah it’s all good,” Alya argued with a dismissive wave, “Sorry for the mix up turns out Lila’s now ex was lying about being you. Luckily Prince Ali and her Uncle Lex was able to figure it out. So no hard feelings right?”

“Uncle Lex?” Dick repeated slowly, eyebrow raised in slight disbelief because there was no way she was saying this, not to them.

Jason was barely holding back his laughter, “Really now? Luther’s niece?”

Lila fluttered her eyelashes at him, “Well of course! Uncle Lex and I have always been close. He even offered to take my closest friends and me to Metropolis to see the sites and said he could get Alya an internship at the Daily Planet.”  

Tim gave an absent-minded nod, phone already ringing, “Right, just hold on a second.”  

“What are you-”

“You better have a good reason for calling me at this ungodly hour, Todd. We’re not supposed to work on the details of the joint project until next week,”

The young CEO sent a sickly sweet grin at Lex Luther, taking just a little more glee from both the dark bags under the bald man’s eyes, and the sickly shade of grey of the little liar's skin was turning.

“Luther,” Tim greeted, “Late night heist get busted by Superman again?”

The deepening glare just made Tim smile wider.

“As far as the law is concerned, I’m a fine upstanding citizen,” Luther growled, “If you must know I was up until two hours ago with the branch managers of the Chinese and Japanese branches.”

Tim didn’t even have to fake a wince at that, “Yikes, I know how rough those can be.  I’m actually checking up on the Paris branch with Bruce currently, and forgot we aren’t in the same time zone.”

“Ah, Is that why we’re discussing business in french? I thought you had stayed up for a week straight again and forgotten what language you were speaking in, if you switched to Japanese I was going to be forced to call Bruce.”

Tim rolled his eyes, but knew Lex had picked up on the fact that Tim had someone listening in that he wasn’t sure knew English, “Either way I’ll make this quick, I really just wanted to check something with you first, before calling the lawyers.”

“What are you accusing me of this time?”

“You? Nothing… probably.”

Lex gave him a disbelieving look, but simply sighed, “What is your question?”

“Do you have a niece I don’t know about?”

It had been a while since he got that level of bafflement to break through Luthor’s mask, though Tim was going to blame the lack of sleep the man had had.

“You’ve met all of my family that I’m aware I have.”

Tim hummed, eyeing the pair of girls that were looking more sick with each word, though for drastically different reasons, “And if you did have said niece you didn’t tell her about any plans for a hostile takeover of the Daily Planet?”

“Why on earth would I tell anyone that I was planning on taking over?” Luther sighed rubbing a hand over his face, before adding, “Even if I had an interest in your company's newspaper?”

Tim could feel Lila wanting to bolt as Jason and Dick snickered behind them.

Instead of saying anything else, Tim angled the phone to catch the young Italian girl in the frame and gave a sly smirk to the confused billionaire.

“Luther, meet Lila Rossi,” Tim introduces, “Yesterday She claimed to my brothers and me that she was dating Damian Wayne who she called Dami-bear~ and was trying to convince her school that Damian’s actual girlfriend was ‘skanky enough to sleep with someone twice her age’ when Dick went to pick her up from school.”

Luther looked taken aback, “She said that about Damian and Marinette and that demon let her walk out of the confrontation with her arms attached?”

“It was close,” Tim admitted, making the Italian’s eyes snap towards Damian, wide with fear, “But you know how much she and Dick have been working on his anger issues with him. Either way, I was fairly certain her excuse that she had her dear Uncle Lex, who offered to fly her and her friends out to Metropolis and was going to give her best friend an internship at the Daily Planet, looked into the imposter who has snuck into a charity rally under the guise of Damian Wayne was just another lie to try and cover her own ass but thought it was best to check. Plus now you can check to see if there are any more fraudulent claims of kinship being made from Paris before you sick your lawyers on her, too.”

“Lawyers!” Lila squawked as Alya paled, trembling hands still holding up her phone. Oh, was she live streaming?  

“Oh, yes,” Luther said with a stern disapproving look, “As someone as prominent as myself and the Waynes are, we’ll be forced to contact our lawyers about what you’ve been saying since I doubt Drake would have called me if this was a simple case of schoolyard gossip.”

“Yeah,” Tim agreed, panning over to Alya, only for Dick to step in with a cheeky grin.

“Meet Rossi’s BFF for eva, Alya Césaire” Dick announced, as if presenting her on a game show, “aka owner of the second most popular blog in France who gets a couple dozen thousand views per day and is currently live streaming to 5.5k people as we speak, oop make that 6k.”  

“Lovely,” Lex sighed running and hand over his face, “I’ll contact my lawyers in the morning. Should I have them collaborate with the Waynes’ Team or work alone?”

Tim panned the phone over to where Bruce had been leaning on the wall, content to observe.

“I’ll let Dolores and Eric know to expect your team’s call,” He offered, ignoring the girl’s jumping at his voice as if they hadn’t noticed him up until that point, “No need to have both teams do all the leg work.”

“Ah should have known you were listening in,” Lex huffed, “But I’ll pass on the message.”  

“Awww,” Jason chirped, “You’re willing to work for us this time?”

“She called Marinette a harlot,” Lex countered, “I can’t very well let her call my favorite designer such awful things.”

“Oh speaking of which,” Mari gasped as she remembered, “I forgot to tell you your new suit is in the mail. It should be arriving by Tuesday, you have to let me know if it needs adjustments before the gala, don’t wait until the last second again.”

“I’ll make sure,” the villain agreed with a quirk of his lip, “Though I doubt more than minor adjustments will be needed, just like usual.”  

Marinette huffed, “You all have way too much faith in me.”

Damian gave her a pointed look, “I’m sorry, I think I misheard you. What did you say?”

“I’ll take that as my cue to leave,” Lex huffed, “Good night, Marinette.”

“Bye Lex!”

The phone went dark and Tim pouted down at it, “How rude, he didn’t say bye to the person who actually called him.”

“He likes Mari better than you,” Dick teased only for Bruce to lean over and grab the last croissant.

“Everyone likes Mari best,” He quipped.

“Please refer back to our recent conversation on everyone who has had or has a crush on Marinette,” Max added.

“We’re not diving-”

“AKUMA!”

All eyes snapped towards where Kagami was pointing, and Tim found it almost unnerving how Damian’s and Dick’s eyes continued to scan the sky when the unnaturally black and purple butterfly fluttered closer to the two shellshocked girls to their left. The trembling of Lila’s fists and 9 made her the most likely target but Alya’s slowly reddening face made her a close second.

Before anyone could say or do anything Jason reached out and struck both girls on the back of the neck, causing them to fall to the ground unconscious.

“...What the fuck?” Max asked after a long second, only to earn a shrug.

“Can’t get agree to take the powers and get possessed if they’re knocked out.”

“Sadly,” Alfred broke in, eyes trained on something high in the air, “That won’t be so easily deterred.”

A deep blue feather drifted on the wind growing closer and closer by the second. The set of Alfred’s jaw spoke of deep pain barely concealed by the butler’s usual neutral mask.

Duusu’s Amok.

“Alley. Now.” Marinette called and she disappeared with Adrien, Kagami, Chloe, and Luka.

The Bats and reserves stayed frozen, however, eyes going back and forth between Alfred and the feather that only some of them could see.

It landed on Alya’s glasses and started bubbling up with inky black light slowly taking form.

“Hello Old friend,” Alfred said with a hollow laugh as the sentimoster, a tall woman dressed in white, eyes hidden behind a red ribbon blindfold, “It has been much too long.”

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I would like to apologize for disappearing off this site. I’ve been busy moving and getting started in my new job, but I would like to put up that I’ve been actively updating Here we go Loopty Loo on Ao3, as it’s a massive stress reliever.

Formatting the new chapters on here is a real pain so would you guys be okay with me putting a link to the new chapter up on Ao3 instead?

Let me know, and enjoy reading, I’ve gotten 12 chapter up since I last updated here lol

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[tired-college-student-writing]

Here we go Loopty Loo pt5

Summary: Graduation was supposed to signal the final time they all spent time together at UA, to show they have all grown into the Heroes they dreamed of being.

It was supposed to be, but when has anything ever been easy for class 1-A?

pt 1

pt 4

pt 5 (HERE)

pt 6

___________________________________________ Loop #8 ___________________________________________

No one sure who said it, but the dull roar that was filling their ears as Aizawa tried in vain to get through the damn lesson was becoming too much. He knew they knew the material, and would prefer to just give them practical training instead, but it was a required safety lecture today, one that Nezu would have his head if he skipped. So instead he forced them to sit and listen and fill out the stupid packet ever second year had to complete during this lesson.

But the dull call made them all perk up and freeze for a split second before they were moving.

“The Floor is Lava”

Their reflexes were so finely tuned that even Tokoyami who had been half asleep was moving within a half a second. Aizawa was in the air before he realized he was moving, coming down to land perched on his podium, hand bracing himself to not slip down the slanted surface. Around him the students had all clamored onto their desks, supplies scattered along the floor, blinking at each other in confusion.

After a beat of silence, Ururaka let out a small giggle and suddenly the whole class was laughing at the absurdity of what just happened.

“Welp,” Aizawa sighed, “Since the floor is currently untouchable, all materials on it are lost until the end of the period. Do you all have your packets?”

The students all perk up, checking to see what had been lost to the lava. It turned out only Jiro, Sato and Kouda had lost their packets, though quite a few pencils and pens had been knocked to the floor. Before he could suggest how to ratify the situation, Shoji’s arms were already stretching to grab three of the extra packets Aizawa was holding, but instead of handing them to the students that required them, he placed them on Momo’s, Midoriya’s and his own desks, the three quickly copying the information they had already taken down before the impromptu game had begun. Iida, on the other hand, had jumped to the storage cupboards in the back of the room, leaning down to pull out the spare heroic texts books stored there and quickly handing them to the other students who passed them around until each student had a nice hard surface to write on. Those who still had pens and pencils on them were giving out their extras to their classmates that lacked them, coming up with a final total of 16 before Momo finished up the second set of notes for Sato and offered to make the final four writing utensils.

By the time everyone had settled back on their desks, only three minutes had passed, and their moods had clearly improved. A quick glance at the clock revealed that they had 25 minutes, and only ten minutes of lecture left, now usually he’d give them the last fifteen minutes to finish up and compare notes to make sure they got the entire lecture, but…

Quickly he finished the lecture up and told them to make sure that their papers were perfect as he texted the teacher’s group chat with an idea he was sure his friends would get a kick out of.

It took five minutes to get an agreement from the other teachers as long as they were allowed to view the security footage of the class period, which Nezu was all too happy to supply.  

“Alright, Problem Children,” He announced to the class, having all of their heads snap up, after all, he only used the moniker on all of them if things were going to get interesting.

“The teachers and Nezu agree with me. So we’re going to have so impromptu quirkless training,” He told them as he stood up on his podium stretching, “We’re sacrificing all but five of you to the lava and the five that remain are going against me. Rules are, No Quirks, No weapons, including my capture weapon, and the floor is still Lava so stay on high surfaces. If I catch you with Capture tape or get you in the lava, you’re out. If even one of you survives until the bell rings or knocks me into the lava then the class wins.”

The class was mumbling to each other before Shinsou asks the burning question, “What are the stakes, sensei?”

He bared his teeth bare in a feral smile, “If I win the class has to do twenty extra laps tomorrow.”

The class winced but Jiro narrowed their eyes and asked, “And if we win?”

“If the class wins then next Thursday you all have the afternoon off to do whatever you like, including leaving the campus, as long as you tell a teacher where you’re going and don’t go alone. This includes forcing me to go with you to do whatever you want until curfew.”

The room fell silent as they all shared a look. Half a day off from classes and training was huge, especially if Aizawa was essentially at their mercy. It was a no brainer to take the challenge, even if the odds they were against were not in their favor.

Finally, the class started jumping down from their desks, Tsu, Iida, Midoriya, Sero, and Mina left on the desks. He smirked, pulling the first role of capture tape out of his utility belt, bouncing it on his palm before launching himself at Tsu, forcing the students into motion as those being burned by lava cheered for their peers.

The thrill running through his veins was already worth having to come up with an excuse for this to his friends later.

___________________________________________ Loop #26 ___________________________________________

Having their genders swapped was starting to feel normal, which was a scary thought, but Aizawa was at least happy that she was in a jumpsuit this time instead of a crop top like she sometimes was, even if it was tighter then what she wore when she was a he.

It didn’t seem to bother any of the other loopers either so she saw no reason to mention it, even if she had to catch herself a few times from using the wrong pronouns or given names of the students, herself, or Yagi.

Even now as she observed a lesson of Yagi’s she couldn’t help but notice the changes from their usual costumes to the ones they had now, but that had nothing to do with why she was here now.

They were having mini partner duels in five individual rings, the first team to both be knocked out of the ring or knocked out lost.

Aizawa waited patiently, walking through the rings giving out calls of advice as she went, stopping on the left side of the room, with the best vantage point to see the chaos, as she watched the clock near the end of the lesson.

“The Floor is Lava!”

She leaped onto the bench she had been standing next to, feeling it jump slightly as Yagi did the same, taking in the class.

Sero had instantly attached herself to the ceiling by her tape, Ashino who had been fighting her leaped up to dangle off of her legs as their teammates, Kouda and Hagakure sprinted out the circle without a second thought, scaling the walls to the balcony.

Around them, Ojiro, Sato, Aoyama, and Kirishima did the same. Sato and Kirishima effectively losing their match against Shoji and Jiro who had used Shoji’s extended arms to launch the slight male into the rafters before she sprinted out of the ring to follow her classmates up the wall.  

Tokoyami, Uraraka, Todoroki, Bakugo, and Yaoyorosu had all easily used their quirks to avoid leaving their rings. Tokoyami and Uraraka both flying into the air, grabbing Midoriya and Shinsou respectfully and landing in the rafters only to continue their battle above everyone’s heads. Todoroki and Momo instead created platforms out of their quirks to place them out of the lava, standing calmly as they glanced around. The explosive blonde easily launched herself into the air with her explosions, catching herself on the rafters.

The most amusing response, however, was Kaminari and Asui sharing a brief look before knocking the startled Iida down and sitting on her back, effectively pinning her, sacrificing their opponent to the fiery depths to save their own skins even as she let out an indignant cry.

Aizawa couldn’t help but laugh, snapping a picture of the fallen girl to send to Tensei… er, Sumire, knowing she loved seeing her sister’s misfortune.

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“The Floor is Lava!”

Not exactly what Aizawa was expecting right before the class fell through the portals summoned by Kuroguri once they arrived at USJ for the anticipated fight against the League of Villians, but it didn’t stop him from leaping onto the shoulders of a villain before knocking them to the ground. He almost laughed as he played the game alone of keeping himself from touching the ground, instead using the backs of the villains as stepping stones.

He could picture the students around the compound doing the same, using the more enclosed areas to their advantage to avoid the ground as they waited for Yagi to make his appearance.

At least they were finding ways of keeping themselves preoccupied, he thought as he evaded the Nomu, moving to the trees around the courtyard to give himself more elevated space.

He could hear Shigaraki getting madder and madder as he toyed with them, slipping by every swipe the Nomu took at him, never getting close enough to Shigaraki for him to use his quirk on him.

“Well, Well, Well,” Eyes snapped up towards the entrance of the compound as a familiar Blond figured appeared.

“Floor is Lava, All Might,” Eraserhead called instead of explaining, making the senior hero yelp as he jumped into the air, coming down on top of the Nomu, leaving a crater in the middle of the courtyard, shaking the entire compound.

Shigaraki looked horrified, but Aizawa just rolled his eyes, “Don’t bring the entire place down, we should be able to finish up here soon.”

“Finish-” Before the decaying villain could even start his sentence a glacier surged around them, Bakugo, Todoroki, and Midoriya standing on it looking pissed.

All Might smiled widely as he leaped onto the ice, “Ready to show these villains why you don’t mess with UA, my boys!?”

The cracking of knuckles from the boys let Aizawa know he was safe to stay where he was, quirk ready to be turned on Shigaraki at a moment’s notice.

Sure they were planning on letting the main players, other then Kurogiri escape, having a solid plan to keep the man here even as the other’s would ‘slip from their fingers’ through the cloud villain’s portals, but right now, in the tree he was claiming as his own, he was going to let his problem children and Yagi take care of the Nomu as he stayed safe from the imaginary lava.

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The 1-A bleachers were loud as they always were during the Sports Festival because while they weren’t new to this type of thing at this point, there was always something extremely exhilarating about being able to have a school-sanctioned brawl with the world watching, especially when they were in a basic loop with very few changes from the original. All they had to worry about was putting on a good show and having fun, especially since Aizawa wasn’t wrapped up like a mummy up in the box with Mic, instead snarking each and every competitor’s choice in every event, seeming to have almost as fun as his friend up above everyone else.  

Now with Bakugo and Uraraka readying for their 42nd face-off so far, bets were already placed on if the Zero-G hero could tie up the score, or if Bakugo would pull ahead.

Just as Aizawa called for the round to start, Jiro jumped to her feet and shrieked,

“THE FLOOR IS LAVA!”

The stadium was stunned as not only did all of 1-A jump onto their seats, but the two competitors screeched, launching themselves into the air, refusing to come down for anything.

“SO!” Mic said after a second of dead silence from everyone but the aerial fighting pair and their classmates, “It seems Class 1-A is using an inside joke to make the fight between their two members more difficult then it needs to be! What an… odd turn of events!”

Aizawa just chuckled over the loudspeaker sending a chill up the majority of the crowds’ spine “What can I say about the Problem Children? They’re all about Plus Ultra.”

“Says the man currently on top of the viewing screen,”

“Bold words for a cockatoo burning in Lava.”

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Taglist: @i-like-fairytail-and-stuff @plaguedoctorsnake @the-real-gingakid

#bnha #boku no hero academia #aizawa shouta #allmight #midoriya izuku #all of class 1-a #present mic #bakugou katsuki #uraraka ochacho #nezu #floor is lava #shigaraki tomura #nomus #sports festival #genderswap

[tired-college-student-writing]

Can i be added to the taglist for #WayneAngel

Please read the author notes and multiple other posts I made about tagging

Not only is #WayneAngel a completed story with no plans to create a follow up, but I also do not take tag requests from anywhere but comment sections on the most recently posted chapter of a fic.

I’m sorry if this comes off as rude but I have answered this question so many times and yet I still get it constantly

[tired-college-student-writing]

Hello! I’m a very new follower to your blog and I just had to say I love your work. I look forward to what you write in the future and plan to scroll through all your other works too🤩 Your stories and writing style are enthralling and I love how you capture such fun interactions between characters. I love and appreciate the work you do🙏 Be merry!🥳🐉

Oh wow, this is so very nice! 

Thank you so much, I’m glad to hear that you like my writing so much!

[tired-college-student-writing]

Let’s do this friendos

#personal #name change

[tired-college-student-writing]

Alright three names in the running right now for my name change are:

Why-is-this-tired-child-writing

Not-a-student-but-a-teacher-still-tired

And

Who-gave-her-a-laptop

Any other suggestions to add to my list before I make a poll?

Legit question

I am no longer a college student, I graduated in May and am starting a full time teaching position in July, so should I change my username?????

#name change seems favorable #im down #might change my theme too

[tired-college-student-writing]

This one

This one I like

I’m adding it to the running

Petition to change your name to something along the lines of either: "how to properly adult" or "who put me in charge of kids"

Okay so here’s the thing...

A) I may be a 22 year old that pays an electric bill and rent but I in no way know how to properly adult, I legit cried over running out of primer this morning and my parents yelled at me to clean my room yesterday.

B) I’ve been a mom friend since I’ve had friends, I understand how to get along with children better then I do with my own peers, let alone anyone older then me, which is not helped by the fact that I have a baby face and stand at 5’2” and commonly get mistaken for a freshman in high school. so really it’s more like “Why is this tired child teaching??”

[tired-college-student-writing]

Pfft that’s actually pretty good, I’ll put it into the running!

Petition to change your name to something along the lines of either: "how to properly adult" or "who put me in charge of kids"

Okay so here’s the thing...

A) I may be a 22 year old that pays an electric bill and rent but I in no way know how to properly adult, I legit cried over running out of primer this morning and my parents yelled at me to clean my room yesterday.

B) I’ve been a mom friend since I’ve had friends, I understand how to get along with children better then I do with my own peers, let alone anyone older then me, which is not helped by the fact that I have a baby face and stand at 5’2” and commonly get mistaken for a freshman in high school. so really it’s more like “Why is this tired child teaching??”

[tired-college-student-writing]

Petition to change your name to something along the lines of either: "how to properly adult" or "who put me in charge of kids"

Okay so here’s the thing...

A) I may be a 22 year old that pays an electric bill and rent but I in no way know how to properly adult, I legit cried over running out of primer this morning and my parents yelled at me to clean my room yesterday.

B) I’ve been a mom friend since I’ve had friends, I understand how to get along with children better then I do with my own peers, let alone anyone older then me, which is not helped by the fact that I have a baby face and stand at 5’2” and commonly get mistaken for a freshman in high school. so really it’s more like “Why is this tired child teaching??”

[tired-college-student-writing]

I do not want to go back to college, please don’t make me 😰

Legit question

I am no longer a college student, I graduated in May and am starting a full time teaching position in July, so should I change my username?????

[tired-college-student-writing]

Legit question

I am no longer a college student, I graduated in May and am starting a full time teaching position in July, so should I change my username?????

#personal #what do yall think??? #help

[tired-college-student-writing]

Here we go Loopty Loo pt4

Summary: Graduation was supposed to signal the final time they all spent time together at UA, to show they have all grown into the Heros they dreamed of being.

It was supposed to be, but when has anything ever been easy for class 1-A?

pt 1

pt 3

pt 4 (HERE)

pt 5

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Loop #49

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To ask for normalcy in this class was too much, Aizawa knew this.

It was like asking it to rain gumdrops to expect these 20 idiots to behave like normal human beings for five minutes in the original timeline, and it had only gotten worse as they all fought off apathy at their time stuck just kept going.

But how Aizawa wished they would stop getting caught so he didn’t have to deal with the other teacher questioning it.

Cockatoo: Uh Shouta?

Cockatoo: Should I ask why Bakugo and Kaminari are yelling ‘Fuck your chicken strips!’ at a shellshocked Todoroki?

YallMight: I think it has to do with them finding out that Endevar and Hawks are dating.

Chloroform: THEY WHAT????

Sleepis4theweak: I wish Yagi was joking

YallMight: At least they aren’t singing ‘She thinks my tractor’s sexy’ this time.  

He glared at the tall blond he was eating lunch with, “Fuck you, I know you put them up to that.”

“No proof,”

“Shut it,”

“If I make you smile will you, forgive me?”

“Maybe,”

Yagi just grinned, “I just helped Jiro finish a parody song of Aint No Rest for the Wicked, called Aint No Rest for Endeavor, where they diss Endeavor for three minutes straight, including some… uh, classified information and are going to play it during the Cultural Festival with Shoto taking lead vocals.”

Aizawa wasn’t fast enough to stop the snort from escaping, “These fucking kids,”

“It’s better than Bakugo’s idea of writing a parody of “Fuck You” to call out Overhaul or All for One… or both.”

“As long Dabi gets a recording,” Aizawa chuckled, “I’m going to allow it.”

“You were going to allow it either way,” Yagi teased, not even batting an eye at the fact that Aizawa basically adopted the villain, “But I suppose he would like to see his younger brother roasting their father.”

Aizawa shrugged, “I’ll talk to the kids when we get back, making sure they time the parody when they have the largest crowd. I’m guessing I’m going to be on ‘Stop Endeavor from burning down the school’ detail again?”

“I can take Eri during it if you would like,”

“Nah, I’ll let Mirio handle her, she misses him anyways. They can’t make more of a scene then the Host club they held last year. ”

He glanced back down at his phone, to see the flurry of texts had continued.

BloodyMess: Why is your class full of the troublesome ones? And why haven’t you expelled any of them??

Cockatoo: Cause Sho is soft for his ‘problem children’

Chloroform: Yeah, plus they take care of his daughter like they’re her big siblings and I’ve never seen Sho look softer.

YeeHaw: Soft? Are we talking about the same man?

Cockatoo : *SmilyBoi* Read em and weep

BloodyMess: Oh shit, the dude can actually smile and not look like he’s trying to murder you

SpaceCadet: Aw, he’s wearing a bow!

Cockatoo: Eri put it in his hair, he wasn’t gonna remove it after she called him dad

Cockatoo: Oh shit

Chloroform:???

Cockatoo: Monoma said something to a table of Class 2-A kids and Shinsou appeared out of nowhere and brainwashed him. He’s now dancing to Toxic by Brittany Spears in the middle of the courtyard.

Chloroform: Omg, please say you’re recording!

Cockatoo: I am, but now Kaminari and Sero are being backup dancers

Cockatoo: Mina just had to stop Kirishima from taking off his shirt when he joined

Cockatoo: We have a full-on flash mob going on right now.

Cockatoo: Sho, come get your kids. I don’t know when they had time to choreograph this stuff but it’s not really school appropriate

BloodyMess: Aizawa, control your class

Chloroform: He’s probably trying to stop a migraine from forming

YallMight: No, he finds the whole event funny.

Cockatoo: How do you know????

Yagi smirked snapping a picture of the usually stoic teacher wheezing at the mental image of his stupid kids before the picture was texted over the group.

Chloroform: Oh? Having a picnic together, are you?

Sleepis4theweak: And? Aren’t we talking about my dumbass class?

Cockatoo: Pretty defensive there Sho, anything you want to share?

Sleepis4theweak: I have no idea what you’re talking about

Cockatoo: Come on Sho

Chloroform: Let’s change tactics

Chloroform: @YallMight are you fucking Aizawa?

YeeHaw: You trying to kill the man, Midnight?

BloodyMess: The man spits up enough blood without you being like this nem

Aizawa shot his companion a look, “Don’t you dare,”

Toshinori raised a brow, a shit-eating grin crawling onto his face, “Too late,”  

YallMight: Rawr (*ΦωΦ*)

Aizawa could hear the screaming from here, though that was probably just Mic losing control at the unexpected response from the world’s Golden Boy for all that was good and pure.

Oh, if they only know how corrupting spending 145 years with mostly horny meme teenagers is.

Aizawa couldn’t breathe at this point, putting his head down on the table they shared, gasping for breath around his gales of laughter the stitch on his side pulling. Toshi looked way too pleased with himself, as his full belly laughter echoed around them. After a minute the taller man shifts and looks away, laughter drying up almost as quickly as it had started.

Aizawa squinted up at him, “What?”

“Should we let them think we’re dating?”

Shouta felt a slight flush crawl over his cheeks as he leaned across the table, “Aren’t we?”

Yagi relaxed at the words, “I… wasn’t entirely sure where we stood on that. You know how tricky emotions are in these loops.”

Aizawa shrugged because he knew the man was right. Sexualities and attractions seemed as fluid as everything else in the loops. He’s gone through marriage, dating, divorce, breakups, flings, and hookups at this point, whether he weathered them himself or just recalled them from the memories he received from each loop. He had been romantically involved with Hizashi, Nemuri, Tensi, Oboro, Emi, and even Yagi at one point or another.

In this timeline, however, he had been devoid of any romantic attachments, his timeline memories not recalling a single long term partner, and only a handful of one night stands. His emotional attachment for the kind, gentle, flawed man went beyond anything that resembled normal, but what in their lives was normal anymore, and he wasn’t going to deny that even in the timelines where he was straight the number one hero was attractive in both forms.

He would admit that this was a loop where his physical attraction was... fairly overwhelming.

Aizawa just grasped Toshinori's hand in his own instead of answering, earning a blinding smile that made his heart flutter. If the attraction is mutual then, why not allow themselves some happiness in this mess?

His phone pinged again, his Class chat text tone… That rarely bore good things if he was tagged in it.

Sonic : *MaybeWeWentTooFar?* @dadzawa @DadMight um help?

“I’m gonna kill them,” He sighed as he opened the picture of Monoma standing on what seemed to be an ice version of Pride rock, holding Nezu aloft while most of 2-A and 2-B were kneeling at the base.

“And having them all prank you before you remember them next timeline?” Toshinori teased, puffing up as he rose from his seat, “I don’t think so.”

The homeroom teacher sighed but silently agreed. Dying before graduation seemed to dump affected loopers earlier in the loop then everyone else. They could arrive anywhere from a few hours before everyone else, to years earlier and there didn’t seem to be a set reason for how long they were sent back.  After the first three times, the class seemed to come to a silent agreement to mess with each other as much as they could during the time they spent before everyone else remembered. Aizawa was still proud to say he had the best prelooping revenge on his problem children, even if it started accidentally.

“If I told Hizashi that we were engaged, what would you do?”

The sunflower man choked slightly at the out of the blue question, coughing up a mouthful of blood as he deflated once again.

Aizawa continued walking hiding his smile into his capture weapon as he neared the courtyard.

Yagi jogged slightly after him, already puffed back up, before offering a counter with a shit-eating twinkle in his eyes, “If you dodge the question until tomorrow I can have rings by morning.”

He slipped his hand into the other’s hands in his way of answering. They were practically married anyway, pretending to have a secret engagement wasn’t gonna be hard in the slightest. Toshi even came over enough that Eri probably not question it either, and it just gave them longer to be the happiest they could be during the loops.

His hair rose as he glared at Shinsou, capture wiping out to grab Nezu away from Monama as his grip slackened as the mind control faded from his system.

The whole courtyard whirled to look at them, and Aizawa notices too late how Midoriya’s eyes flash between him and Yagi, down to their hands and over to where Mic was still filming, a straight-up evil smirk flashing for barely a second before it was perfectly covered in a scandalized mask.

“OMG AIZAWA-SENSEI ARE YOU FUCKING MY DAD?!?!?”

Welp murder was outweighing the possible embarrassment of preloop pranks. Maybe he could bribe Dabi with those embarrassing pictures Toru had taken of Endeavor...

“Young Midorya!” All Might gasped, chopping his hand through the air similarly to how Tenya would do, “That is highly inappropriate! What my fiance and I get up to in our free time is our business and our business alone!”

Make that two murders.

Definitely two murders.

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Taglist: @i-like-fairytail-and-stuff @plaguedoctorsnake (I’m so sorry for forgetting to tag yall in pt 2)

#bnha #boku no academia #yagi toshinori #aizawa shoto #all might #erasermight #all of class 1-a #midoriya izuku #presentation mic #midnight #bnha monoma #shinsou hitoshi #endevour #fuck endeavor #dabi is a todoroki #these children are memes

[tired-college-student-writing]

Here we go Loopty Loo pt 3

Summary: Graduation was supposed to signal the final time they all spent time together at UA, to show they have all grown into the Heros they dreamed of being.

It was supposed to be, but when has anything ever been easy for class 1-A?

AN: A Yagi central chapter for the big guys big day!

pt1

pt 2 

pt 3 (HERE)

pt 4

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Loop #12

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Looping was… odd to say the least, even after so many years, they had yet to find a point of origin for their travels through time and dimensions.

Shouta and the students were making it through the best they could but the man could help but feel increasingly isolated.

Every single one of his students were partially his children at this point. Though he wasn’t going to admit that to their faces, he was fairly certain from the grins he got when he grouched about them they had guessed how he really felt.

He supported them throughout the trials and hardships of being stuck as high schoolers for nearly forty years now. They had plenty of happy, sad, uncomfortable, and embarrassing moments between them at this point, especially when the dorms ended up being built each first year.

He stocked them with enough candy, soda, and junk food to give them all heart attacks by twenty-five if they ever broke out of these damned loops, but also encouraged healthy eating ad spent more of his own money on keeping fresh produce and food in their kitchen then he was willing to admit.

He trained them passed what he ever had before, knowing that while their skills and abilities reverted each time they returned back to the start, the knowledge and muscle memory stayed and he wasn’t going to allow them to slack no matter how much he wanted to. It didn’t mean he was above treating them enough that Mic and Midnight had accused him of going soft more than a few times.

He allowed them more freedom then he used to because he knew they weren’t as naive as they once were, turning a blind eye if they brought alcohol back to the dorms, or got up to some ‘extra training’, though he took a certain twisted glee in forcing them all to sit through the safe sex talk each time they switched genders. He was not dealing with any of them getting pregnant, even if it meant throwing condoms at the red faces of his children and talking to Recovery Girl about getting the girls on birth control.

Even so, he felt so far separated from the students that were sixteen years younger than him. He was the adult, the only adult in this situation. Sure he was making sure to keep his relationships with his friends and lovers in every timeline they ended in, putting in the effort to be a good friend and allowing a few more of his walls to fall around them then he ever would in the original timeline, but there was only so much that could be helped when he could discuss the strain time traveling was having on him.

Sure he could talk to the children but… what kind of father was he if he put his own problems onto the kids that were just doing their best to stay afloat? He was their support, they didn’t need him breaking down on them to weigh them down further.

That’s how he found himself in bed at 3 am, on the first day of school, trying desperately to go back to sleep before he needed to go see the brats for the ‘first time’ all over again.

Had he slept in his bed the first time? He couldn’t remember, though he would appreciate it if the switch didn’t happen at ungodly hours of the morning.

Finally, at 5:30 he gave up and slowly made his way to the school. If anyone asked he could just claim that he had covered a patrol the night before and curl up into his sleeping bag until he had to be down in class 1-A at 8:45.

He tried to think over the changes to the timeline, as he entered the school, memories of this timeline crowding around his memories of the original and subsequent timelines, though he found himself fidgeting with his capture weapon in a way he hadn’t since high school, seems as if he never kicked the habit after Mic teased him one too many times this go around.

Everything seemed to be similar enough to the first timeline based on his memories with a few minor changes, he and Mic weren’t dating, this go around, but were still good friends. He had almost not made it into the hero course his first year due to taking second in the Sports Festival, but it was found out during the break between semesters the kid that beat him had cheated and was subsequently demoted to Gen Ed while Aizawa has been moved up. He still worked with vigilantes, though he was more friendly with them then he originally was.

Nothing too major for him to keep in mind about himself then, what about recent events?

He recalled watching the entrance exams, seeing the students through an overly critical eye, making snide comments he hadn’t truly believed since the third loop, he can’t think of any major changes from his kids, except… Midoriya…

He hadn’t shattered three limbs this time, had he?

No, if he remembered correctly the boy had actually managed to wrack up a mediocre five points from the robots this time from a lance and throwing knives he seemed to summon out of thin air before the Zero-pointer had appeared. He had still launched himself to impossible heights by a pair of wings that seemed to be made of light and blasted the robot back with a bolt of pale green lightning before passing out. Recovery Girl said there was nothing she could do for him but let him sleep. He hadn’t bothered to check up on the boy after that, not knowing him yet.  

Whatever his power was it was powerful, but was it still One for All?

It didn’t seem like it. That would be new, not seeing the boy cultivate the power bestowed upon him by All Might.

But now that he thought about it he couldn’t remember the meeting introducing All Might to the staff including the truly mind breaking revelation of the man’s true skeletal form… was it possible that he never got injured… Was he still the Yagi that Aizawa had started treasuring as a friend almost as much as he did Hizashi, Nemuri, and Tensei?  

His answer came sooner then he thought when he entered the staff room, blissfully empty at this earlier hour, only to hear a quiet sob from the adjoining bathroom. He slowly worked his way over, mind racing as he tried to figure out which of his coworkers could possibly be having a mental breakdown before the first day when he started making out the mumbling.

“-do this. It’s just a bit different than times before. You just need to… make friends again and find a way to train Young Midoriya to be your successor again… or is his current quirk to different? Damnit can I still give it to him without the other teachers growing suspicious? … I can’t give it to someone else… even if he’s not the same… it’s always been him…”

Yagi was… what did he mean by again? He couldn’t possibly…

“Stupid Stupid Stupid. Why are you even looking for a succeeder? I have a lot of life left in me now, I’m only 49… I really am pathetic, huh. Even now...”

The sobs were becoming too much for Aizawa to listen to without intervening, he had to know…

All Might jumped and whirled around to stare at him with wide eyes as Aizawa stood in the doorway. The tear tracks and red rim eyes worried Aizawa but he couldn’t help but notice the man in front of him wasn’t quite filling out his suit, even if it wasn’t quite as noticeable as it usually was, the shadows around his face receding almost entirely and his iconic bunny ears were gone, framing around his face in crinkled strands instead.

“Aizawa-kun!” He squeaked, scrubbing his face harshly, attempting to paint his famous smile back on, “I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here for another hour… I’m sorry that you had to witness me like this, it seems I was more panicked about teaching then I-��

“Toshinori,” He cut in causing a startled gasp to escape the man, who he couldn’t recall ever telling them his true name this timeline, “If I said the names Eri and Overhaul, what would you think of?”

The number one hero stiffened, hands clenching next to his legs as his shoulders shook.

“A very sweet little girl that needs saving and a maniac that harmed Eri-chan because of his quirk. How would you describe them?”

Aizawa couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his cheeks, “My daughter that I never get enough time with, who loves apples, Deku, Mirio, and to braid my hair with purple ribbons, and a sociopath with a god complex that despises quirks.”

All Might’s legs gave out after he started describing his little girl, sinking to the floor with another sob on his lips.

“You’re stuck too,” He whispered, as Shouta came to sit next to him, “You’ve been going through these damn loops just like I have.”

“Number 12,” He agreed, “You’ve been through this alone?”

The man nodded, but a real smile was already pulling his lips upward, “But, we have each other now, right? We don’t have to be alone anymore!”

Aizawa didn’t fight a smile, “Optimistic as always, you damn sunflower.”

He laughed, “How can I be upset? I’ve just received the best news I’ve had since this entire thing has started!”

“I don’t know,” Aizawa huffed, “I think finding out you still have your stomach and lung is pretty good news.”

“It came with the price of Young Midoriya knowing me, however,” He sighed, a sad tinge entering his words, “I prefer the constant pain to not having my boy being with me.”

“Well…” Aizawa drew out, “I don’t know if that’s entirely true.”

When Aizawa marched into class with the number one hero in tow, the students all froze, Kaminari snatching up the eraser to erase the words he and Bakugo were already writing on the whiteboard Momo must have created when she arrived. A glance over the room confirmed that all 20 students were there.

“Hello Class,” He greeted with a slight smirk, “I would like you to meet Yagi Toshinori, or as you know him better, All Might, he’s Looper number 22.”

That’s all it took for Midoriya to launch himself out of his chair and leaping across the room into his mentor’s arms, who caught him on instinct as he looked like he was about to start crying again. Aizawa had done his best to help Izuku through the strain of being so close yet so far from his mentor as he went through the motions of getting to know him over and over again even though he already knew the stories of One for All and All for One down to the finest detail and knew Yagi enough that he had called him dad in almost every timeline they had been in so far. From the tight hold Yagi had on his successor, and the gentle way he cupped the back of his head, it was clear the strain had been mutual.

The others stood back, eyes wide as they kept looking back between the hugging pair and Aizawa.

He merely sighed lightly shoving Yagi’s shoulder, “Get in the room idiots, unless you want to explain why you’re hugging a student you should not know in any fashion.”

“Easy,” Todoroki offered, “Just claim you’re his secret love child.”

Midoriya groaned, pulling his face from his mentor’s neck, “I told you for the last time, Shoto. I’m not biologically related to All Might!”

Yagi just laughed, withheld tears causing his voice to be raspier then anything, “Well…”

Aizawa smirked, “Oh? Do tell Toshi.”

The man moved Izuku to one hip rubbing the back of his neck with his open hand, “Two loops… or maybe three loops ago, Young Midoriya was my biological son, though Inko made me promise to not tell him until he turned 18, even after finding out I was training him to be my protege. I decided it didn't change the bond we were forming so why did it matter?”  

“Oh my god,” Deku whispered, “I can’t believe your conspiracy theories came true.”

“I’m not really surprised by anything anymore when it comes to these damn loops,” Shinsou sighed getting a groan of approval from around the room.

“Enough talking,” Aizawa snapped, “Y’all know the drill by now.”

Yagi raised an amused brow, “Y'all? It looks like I’ve rubbed off on you a bit my friend,”

“Shut your star-spangled mouth, I want to get this over with as soon as possible so I don’t have Midnight and Mic pounding down my door to ask why I’m going so easy on the class.”

Mina snorted, “Like they didn't think you tried to adopt us all by the second month in the original timeline.”

“Detention for slander, Ashino,” He called as he walked to the front of the room, cuffing her lightly on the back of the head as he passed.

He forcibly had to stop himself from rolling his eyes as he sees the whole class grinning up at him as he leaned on his podium. All Might having sat on his desk with Midoriya still fused to his side.

“Okay since Katsuki and Denki are leading this thing this time you get to explain to All Might what’s we do every time we start a loop.”

The kids launch into a quick explanation as Katsuki rewrote all the rules again and copied down the major changes they had noted already.

Midoriya’s new quirk, Astral Weaving, was in the number one spot, but under it was also a few changes about families and old classes. Most interesting was how Shoto was still in contact with Toya but was pretty sure based on his looping memories that his brother was still Dabi.

“I got nothing to add,” Aizawa hummed turning to his coworker, “Yagi?”

The man just smiled before smoke began rising from his form, causing Deku to blink as his seat only shrunk slightly.

“Holy Fuck!” Sero cried, causing the entire room to be up in arms, awe, and happiness rushing through them to see their teacher was okay for the first time since they meet him.

Aizawa didn’t even try to lessen the smile on his face as he saw the first real All Might patented grin, not just a facade, not just the fake plastered on one that never seemed to reach his eyes that he had gotten so used to seeing since the beginning of the loops.

Surrounded by his friend and their kids, Aizawa could finally see the silver lining again. ___________________________________________

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#bnha #boku no hero academia #aizawa shoto #yagi toshinori #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shōto #mina ashido #all of class 1-a #execpt for the grape #angst #time loop #time travel #Yagi isn't hurt #Midoriya has a quirk #dadmight

[tired-college-student-writing]

Do you have any ideas for The Painter's Daughter that haven't/couldn't be added to the story?

I’ve been trying to write more for it but I really want to show more of Marinette growing up and interacting with the creeps and building her relationships with them.

Just baby Mari being totally unaffected by the creeps, but knowing how to avoid being their victim,

[tired-college-student-writing]

Here we go Loopty Loo pt 2

Summary: Graduation was supposed to signal the final time they all spent time together at UA, to show they have all grown into the Heros they dreamed of being.

It was supposed to be, but when has anything ever been easy for class 1-A?

pt1

pt2 (HERE)

pt3

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Loop #7

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The Rules had begun in Loop #7 when the class realized that things weren’t always identical to the original timeline.

They realized this by waking up in class on the first day before the Quirk assessment like they had the last six times only to find each and every one of them was the opposite gender.

Aizawa was not proud to say he lost all cool in front of his students as he jabbed the frankly too large globs on his chest swearing obscenely as they jiggled. It did not help that instead of a jumpsuit he was wearing a skintight long-sleeved crop top and fucking tights with high heeled boots.

On the other hand, the students were not doing much better, each looking at each other and screaming, as they seemed to forget common courtesy and smacking each other’s chests.  

Some, like Midoriya, Jiro, Backugo, Ashido, and Todoroki looked similar to their usual appearances, while others like Sato, Iida, and Uraraka looked drastically different to the point that the only reason Aizawa could tell who they were were the mannerisms he was overly familiar with from them.

After a few minutes, he wrapped his head around it enough to slam his hands down on the closest desk and order them to calm down.

“Okay, I get we’re all having an existential crisis,” He snapped, “I get it, this wasn’t what I was expecting either. Clearly, we aren’t just returning to the start of our own timeline unless I’ve always had fucking D cups and no one deemed it important to share with me.”

The first order was to get everyone to their seats so Aizawa could go through the class list, going through the new names he… she knew the students would mess up more than once.

Aoyama Aki

Ashido Mareo

Asui Susumu

Iida Sumiko

Uraraka Kaito

Ojiro Megumi

Kaminari Emiko

Kirishima Etsu

Koda Kaya

Sato Riko

Shoji Miki

Jiro Kazuo

Sero Hiroko

Tokoyami Jakushitsu

Todoroki Suzu

Hagakure Taku

Bakugo Kasumi

Midoriya Kumiko

Shinso Toshiko

Yaoyorozu Kado

Great, she had to learn all their names again too, which reminded her, “My name is Aizawa Saki. My hero name has remained the same. Your other teachers are Yamada Himari, aka Presentation Mica, Ishiyama Kamin, aka Cemetoss, Kayama Naoki, aka Midnight, and Ectoplasm still demands we don’t tell the students her name, so deal with that.”

“All Might is Yagi Yoshiko,” Modriya piped up, “But she still coughs up blood when I call her anything other than All Might so let’s let her relax for a bit.”

Mo- Yaouarozu raised his hand, “Si- Sensei would creating a list of rules and changes that happen from each timeline so that we don’t trip up as much? I imagine this loop will be particularly difficult for obvious reasons.”

“You’re not wrong,” She agreed, rubbing a hand over her eyes, “Would it be possible for you to create a rolling whiteboard? It’ll be easier to hide and keep up for the next three years.”

The creation quirk user seemed more at ease now that he didn’t have to worry about flashing the entire class to create such a large object. It didn’t take long for it to be set up and Aizawa took the offered blue marker.

“Alright,” She breathed, drawing a seven at the top of the board before splitting it down the middle, “Rules to take through loops if we keep going and rules and changes to keep us from getting in trouble in this loop, how does that sound?”

The agreeal rang out as she started listing off things she’s used as rules of thumb since she had been sure they had been looping.

#1 - Only talk to the others that are looping about looping and previous timelines.

#2 - Do your best to make the changes between your consciousness from the original version of yourselves from this timeline seem as natural as possible, we do not need people thinking we’re Toga.

#3 - Reveal all relevant information on the changes to the timeline that you know at the first awakening, or when we’re all together after the first awakening.

#4 - If the stress gets too much talk to us, we’re all going through it together.

She paused from writing, tucking her still long hair from her face with a soft sigh before turning back to the students.

“Can anyone else come up with any other rules right now?”

The silence was all she needed, “Great, we can edit it down the line as things change, but I want you all to remember these rules. They might be the only thing keeping us sane depending on how long we’re stuck in these loops.”

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Loop #10

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He was going to bash their heads in, he swears to god these children were sending him to an early grave. Midoriya, Todoroki, Iida, and Uraraka had managed to track down the Hero Killer to try and get him to change his ways wasn’t a huge shocker, what had been a surprise had been that Mina, Tsu, Denki, and Jiro had joined forces with Stain to try and destroy quite a few heroes that were abusing their positions in society to harm others as they had discovered in previous timelines.

The result had been a huge nightmare and a media shit show. How the next two years were going to go now that these eight had to pretend to hate each other was going to make him go grey.

No one commented as their irritated teacher scrawled down a new rule. It seemed fair enough.

#5 - Any major timeline changing decisions are required to be discussed with the entire group present.

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Loop #21

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“Shit,” Mina cried the moment they woke up, “I’m the mole!”

“Oh I get a break then,” Aoyama hummed, “Oh exciting, the League was getting tiresome”

While it was nice to know ahead of time who to keep an eye on, Mina played the double-double agent a bit too well, informing them of everything they could possibly want for the timeline to go seamlessly, all the students could feel the

Aizawa didn’t even bother to get out of his sleeping bag when Iida stood up unprompted in the middle of the test he had given them, mostly for appearances since he knew they could ace it easy at this point, and stomped to the closet where they stashed the whiteboard.

#6 - If you have information that could make the timeline interesting if kept secret (such as being the mole) keep it secret.  

He stood next to the board, as if daring anyone to counter him, but Aizawa nodded.

“As much as peace is nice if I have to go through another timeline that’s this easy I might actually expel all you brats.”

“Does that mean we can be vigilantes?”

“No, I refuse to deal with you during the night if I decided not to see you during the day.”

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Loop #24

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The class just blinked in confusion as the villains fell to their knees in apparent pain. The USJ attack was old hat to them at this point, but the fights had barely started.

Dabi tried to stagger to his feet, hand held out as if to call forth his flames, only for nothing to happen. Around the different zones, the heroes were having similar dilemmas as they faced the seemingly depowered villains.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Midoriya screeched, once the time travelers had made it back to the classroom. They had rounded up all of the villains, confusion evident between the villains, pro heroes, and students on why the villains had suddenly lost access to their powers.

All Might suggested that perhaps All for One had something to do with it since it had appeared to be his quirk but couldn’t come up with a reason his enemy, who he knew from the large scar on his side was that he was, in fact, a villain this time, and not just a kindly father like had happened before.

He received an answer from an unexpected place.

Sero gave a small laugh, “So… fun fact, my great grandfather may or may not be All for One this time, and I may have All for One as a ‘second’ quirk…”

“Fucking hell,” Yagi groaned, face planting on the desk as the class stared at Sero with a combination of awe and fear.

However, the intrigue of their classmate having All for One was short-lived as they realized that the villain mastermind was not going to attack anytime in their next three years as he now had to recruit new henchmen to fight them, and well that took time to cultivate villainous intent that stood a chance against them.

It wasn’t even the end of year 1 and they were already so tired on just… being normal heroes in training. Even Yagi was at the end of his rope, deciding to retire early even if he hadn’t had to use up the last of One for All.

Bakugo glared at Sero as he amended rule six, the rest of the class staring down the sheepish boy.

#6 - If you have information that could make the timeline interesting for an extended period of time if kept secret (such as being the mole) keep it secret.

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Loop #63

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Aizawa coughed harshly trying to clear the dust from his lungs as the rumble shifted around him.

An ambush, it had to be, but… the class had been acting the same as ever. Aoyama had let slip that he wasn’t the mole this timeline, so the hunt for the mole as the attacks changed kept them all on their toes.

Yagi had assured Aizawa he would keep an ear out, telling them he was sure All for One was still out there, even if his wounds weren’t quite as grievous as they had been in the first timeline, causing him to look more like a sleek runner then skeleton true form they were used to seeing him in, though he could still transform into his buff form, holding it for almost the entire school day even after passing on One for All to Izuku.

It was a nice change overall, even if it was nearing the end of the class’s second year without a sighting of the evil bastard. The students had filled the space they usually spent in the longer battles tormenting Endeavor, with Aizawa giving convenient alibis for the students each time as long as they made sure to keep the dorm kitchen stocked with his favorite coffee brand.

But now, on a solo patrol, they struck.

He should have predicted this, but after almost 200 years of doing the same thing with only minor changes over and over again, he was growing sloppy, too comfortable with the norm to remember what it felt like to have pure adrenaline and fear running through his veins.

“Oh darn, you’re still breathing, I thought that would end you for sure,” A familiar voice groaned, causing Aizawa to try and spring to his feet only to find his leg pinned some of the fallen building.

A familiar lithe form sitting on top of the pile, staring into his soul with clear mirth in the oh so wrong looking purple depths.

“Toshinori?”

“Hello, Shouta-kun,” The man hummed, a smile pulling at his lips, a cruel imitation at the normally blinding grin, “Suprised?”

His eyes bulged as his heart lept to his throat. There was no way… All Might…

“What?” The symbol of Peace asked, “You were oh so busy looking for the mole with among the children, the other staff, even growing suspect of your closest friends, but you didn’t even bother letting me be a possibility did you?”

“But you’re All for One’s nemesis,”

The man laughed hopping down to stand over his fallen, “Oh I was, but the man you’re referring to is dead, Shouta-kun. He’s been dead since I fought him six years ago. ”

“You said he was still out there,”

“No, I said All for One was still out there,” Purple eyes blazed as he tapped the rubble, watching it explode, disassembled to the very base level.

“Overhaul…” Aizawa didn’t even try to get up, feeling ice going through his veins, “How…”

“When I faced All for One he became desperate,” Yagi explained with a sigh, as if reminiscing about a pleasant date, “He tried to shove as many quirks into as he could, hoping I’d explode from so much power in my system, but that’s the great thing about One for All, it stockpiles power. He didn’t realize until it was too late that by opening the connection between us, I was able to take his quirk from him. He crumbled into dust once the last of the quirks were left him. The powers, however, refused to join.”

“And you just what?” Aizawa demanded, “Decided to become the villain? What about giving Midoriya One for All?”

The man just laughed, “What’s a villain without a hero trying desperately to stop him? I spent so much time trying to save a society that doesn’t want saving, perhaps Young Midoriya can finally get through to them.”

“Kuruigiri,” He called before Aizawa can answer, and suddenly the pair were pulled through a portal and into a dimly lit cell, the other members of the League of Villians jeering around them. Aizawa felt overwhelmed, heart beating harder then it had in a long time, real fear churning in his gut.

“Nori?”

He felt the other time traveler pause at the name, understanding the silent demand.

They had made a system years ago, Aizawa couldn’t even remember which loop now. If the students ever needed one of their teachers to talk about the Loops, they would call them Shouta-sensei and Toshi-sensei, if they needed to call on each other, they became Nori and Sho.  

“Leave us,” Toshinori barked, and slowly watched the villains dissipate into the dark misty portals.

“Wh-”

Toshinori held up a hand and an ear-piercing ringing passed over them before fading.

“What was that?”

“Siren,” Toshinori hummed, “Until I release it they can’t hear what we say but they can still see us, so keep up that grumpy look of yours.”

His scowl deepened but the panic that had started clawing up his throat began to retreat, “What is going on?”

Toshinori chuckled, “I was under the impression that rule #6 was still in effect.”

“You’ve…” Aizawa couldn’t stop the laughter from bubbling passed his lips, “You sly old man… you played us all like a fiddle this time didn’t you?”

“Fiddle?” Toshinori hummed, strutting across the room to a chest just outside the cell, “No, fiddles actually take effort, this was shockingly easy. After all who would ever believe the Symbol of Peace would be the big bad evil~”

Aizawa hummed in agreement, as the hero… villain turned back to him.

“So no, Shouta-kun,” Toshinori continued as he entered the cell, “I didn’t play you like a fiddle, I played you like the cheap kazoo you are,”

“I’m going to kill Denki for teaching you memes,”

“If they find you,” Toshinori chuckled, grabbing his wrists and handcuffing them to the bed.

“Oh, kinky,” Aizawa mumbled, “Haven’t seen those in a few loops.”

“Maybe next time we’ll be hit by a sex pollen quirk again,” Toshinori suggested with an eye roll, “Now hold still while I treat your leg.”

“Isn’t this counterproductive to your whole shtick?”

“Rule #6. What fun would it be if I let you die or stole your quirk?”

“Your buddies won’t question it?” Aizawa hissed as his wound was cleaned out.

“No,” Toshinori hummed but didn’t elaborate, sealing the bandage over the wound, “No stitches needed.”

“Good, your stitching is shit.”

Toshinori just huffed before rising, “I better return to the students, they’ll be oh so devastated to hear you’ve been taken.”

“ ¥ 10,000 Todoroki puts it together first,”

“ ¥10,000 says Young Shinsou catches me,” Yagi counters, not turning around.

“No giving him hints,”

Yagi just smiled as the ringing reappeared, “Wouldn’t dream of it, Shouta-kun.”

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#bnha #boku no academia #aizawa shoto #yagi toshinori #all of class 1-a #midoriya izuku #mina ashido #aoyama yuuga #sero hanta #league of villains #all for one #time travel #time loop #gender bent #villain au #Chaos #crackish