JT JUST UPLOADED A NEW FNAF MOVIE SONG 30 MINUTES AGO AS I TYPE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPSQpfY3xiA
Shoutout to you for being SUPER on top of this! Unfortunately I am 12 days late aldgdkDKFHSKLG
[Link to the song]
Holy shit. Oh my god. Oh My God.
I'm. I'm obsessed with this. It's a PERFECT mix between slower and faster parts and, as always!, JT never misses!!!
That one bridge where you think another fast section is starting but it goes slow instead is SO. ITS SO. FUCK. Once again another case of not being able to pick a favorite line because all of the lyrics are so cool, though I would like to shoutout "Hope it doesn't leave you burnt / Battered, and broken, and bruised / But you were broke as it were / And beggars don't get to choose" cause GODDAMN!!!!!
HGHGHFHFG I AM SHAKING THIS SONG LIKE A DOG TOY THIS IS SO COOL THANK YOU FOR SENDING ME THIS IM OBSESSED
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proherobakugo! x preschoolteacher!reader save me...
you and your students are all huddled up on the rug that lays in the front of your classroom. it's career day! all of them are dressed up in adorable little outfits, and one of them even dressed up as you and said they wanted to be a teacher when they grew up.
some of them came dressed as pro heroes, some in onesies that resembled deku in his suit, one wearing a muscle shirt resembling red riot, and one wearing ear pieces that mocked katsuki's.
as you quieted down the class for the last surprise, they waited in anticipation. as dynamite walked out they all went crazy, she put a hand over your mouth to stifle your laugh as the kids were so excited to see him.
he spoke calmly with a gruff face, explaining the ins and outs of hero work, the boring parts, the cool parts, and "beating up losers." all as he sat cross-legged on the rug alongside you, in his full costume. he let the kids examine his gauntlet too, and explained how it worked when they asked.
the kids though, went from asking about how cool it was to be a hero, to more personal questions, like "do you have a girlfriend?"
he'd shrug nonchalantly, and very obviously take your hand into his gloved one, as he said, "she's right here, duh."
the class went wild as you lightly shoved him on his chest, making him laugh.
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anyway, since im in financial aid hell with my school rn....
simon riley who really is only an acquaintance to you, some guy you're friendly with because you seem to have a similar routine when it comes to the cafe two blocks from your house and the physical therapist office you both attend.
simon, who's on extended medical leave from a torn rotator cuff surgery and six weeks into twelve of his own physical therapy treatment.
simon who overhears you with a friend in the cafe one morning venting your frustrations with the cost of school and the limits of your own finances. who doesn't mention it until you're both in the waiting room, sitting with one chair between you as usual (he's a big guy, he likes the space to spread his legs. he pretends he hasn't seen your glances).
"going back to school, then?" he asks, quiet and gruff as always.
you wrinkle your nose at the reminder of your current stresses. "yeah," you say, staring down at the carpet. "dunno if i can afford it, though. rent's already so high, and groceries, and then this..." you gesture vaguely, but he knows you mean whatever condition it is you're here for is bleeding you dry.
"shame," he says, and leaves it at that.
"what do you do?" you ask after a long moment of silence. a muscle in his thigh twitches.
"military," he says, meeting your eye when you finally look at him.
you nod, a puzzle piece sliding into place about why he must be here in this office with you. "ah."
"benefits aren't bad," he says, quietly. "medical's paying for all o' this." he nods around the room, a much more leisurely mirror of your earlier hand gesture.
"i should hope so, considering they probably put you where you got whatever it is you're here for." the corner of your mouth lifts in a wry smile.
the conversation stops there when one of you is called in to your appointment. simon doesn't bring it up again, not until something changes.
you run into each other at a bar.
simon's got a beer in hand, something cold and refreshing while he catches up with soap and gaz in the corner. they're on a brief leave and stopped by to visit for an evening before fucking off for a week to wherever it is they have plans to be. simon won't ever say it in as many words, not right now, but he's glad to see them, happy to listen to whatever story they're telling him, until he sees you.
he downs the beer for an excuse to go get another, waving off the two men who offer to go get it when he says "need to stretch my legs," eyes fixed on you the whole time.
"celebratin'?" he asks when he slides into an empty space beside you at the counter, catching the bartender's attention for a refill with a lazy raise of his empty bottle.
"simon," you greet in surprise. he nods at your drink and your slight smile slides away. "not really," you reply to his question. "more like drowning my sorrows. i don't think school's gonna happen this time."
simon frowns, eyes scanning you up and down. your drooped, sad shoulders, the sad, slightly bitter smile that doesn't reach your eyes.
"you know," he says, slowly, as if hesitant. normally wouldn't even dare to think it if he hadn't had just enough to drink. "there's plenty scholarships for military spouses."
it's a wonder he can keep a straight face at the shocked raise of your eyebrows.
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