#THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUESTTTT

[ceruleancattail]

If you're still open for requests... Mehbe... Octatrio being the object/adoration of (Reader)-someone who'd shout their love from the rooftops, quip wit right on back at them, just someone who's unabashed in the fact that they want to make their Favorite Fish happy UvU

Octavinelle getting the Love they deserve:

Azul has a certain image to uphold. The sly, calculating businessman, who lets nothing ruffle him. He walks with purpose, the House Warden of Octavinelle.

Of course, that’s only when you aren’t around. You were… rather affectionate. Your eyes seek his in every crowd, fingers intertwining gently around his own. Just a single glance at you sends his heart racing. Whenever you’re around, Azul fumbles his words, his cheeks glow red, and his heart pounds defiantly from within his chest.

It’s hard to stay calm and collected around you, not with the way you pamper him. Whether it’s through words of affection particularly yelled to the rest of Night Raven college, or physical touch, his hand held tightly in yours.

Azul craves your love. It seems like a dream, to be able to lay his head on your lap. Nuzzling into your stomach, feeling it rise and fall with every breath you take. Run your fingers through his hair, rub comforting circles into his skin…

Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop loving him. Azul doesn’t know what he’ll do without you.

Floyd hardly listens to anyone. Driven entirely on his own instincts, he’s a daily source of terror for many students in Night Raven College. People tend to avoid him like the plague.

Although, you don’t seem to take the hint. Always running after him, you make a beeline to Floyd whenever you see him. Even in crowds, where you have to wrestle your way through hordes of students. He finds it cute. A lil’ shrimp braving the ocean just to end up in the clutches of a big, bad Moray Eel. Floyd will help you out. His hands slipping under your armpits, hoisting you up like a toy.

You don’t struggle. Instead, you curl into his arms, holding him tight. It’s an odd feeling, being embraced by you. It’s warm. A comforting sort of warmth. Much like a childhood blanket, or a treasured old sweater. Floyd will squeeze you, once or twice. You squeal, laughing at his touch. Reaching up to his face, you cup his cheek in your hand, grinning at him.

“Love ya, Floyd.”

Hey, lil’ Shrimpy. Keep that up, and he’s never going to be able to let you go.

Jade has a certain ability to walk quietly. Silent footsteps, with his victims never noticing him. Well, not until it’s too late.

Somehow, you always seem to know where he is. Jade finds himself unable to sneak up on you. Especially when you whip around, eyes shining. That gaze of yours is rather enchanting, if he does say so himself.

You seem to enjoy his company. Elbowing Jade good naturally, bantering with him until the sun goes down. You two spend a lot of time together, leaning into each other.

Sometimes, he talks. You’ll listen, always attentive. Hanging on to Jade’s every word. His voice has a smoothing quality to it, that lures you closer. You could listen to it all day if he’ll let you.

Jade will nudge you after awhile, inviting you to speak. You can talk about anything with him, prefect. He won’t tell a soul.

After all, you belong to him, do you not?

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Luke Requestttt

I was wondering if you could make a fic about Luke Castellan x reader where he really likes to pester her (I also have this idea of the reader wearing pigtails and luke liking to pull on them😈) and maybe in like capture the flag or something she gets tired of it and puts him in place so to speak or however you wanna do it! Also fluff or smut either one works for me! Thank you so much and I loved your other Luke fics sm!!

𝒞𝒶𝓅𝓉𝓊𝓇ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻𝓁𝒶𝑔

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

part 2

Warnings: sub!luke, 18+, mdni, slapping, degradation kink (Luke) enemies to lovers type thing

You hated Luke Castellan. Ever since you were both kids. You often bickered with the other counselor, some kids would say like an old married couple.

And how desperately you wanted to wipe that smug smirk off his face. He’s been mentioning capture the flag all day, already knowing how competitive you both were about it.

When he walked past you at lunch, he talked about how terrible the other side was, extra loudly. And when you trained with a new camper, he whispered to them to not join yours and Clarisse’s team.

He was starting to piss you off. That was what he wanted. You glared at him from across the river, he just kept on smiling cockily at you.

Clarisse did her yell, as she usually did before you all set off onto foot. You went separately from the others, you knew exactly where to go.

Where Luke Castellan would be. One of the biggest threats to your team. You hiked your way up, tightening your grip on your sword and shield as the fluffy curly hair came into your view.

You slowly walked behind him, he didn’t seem to notice you at all as he kept on walking to his destination.

A branch cracked under your shoe, and he whipped around, he looked at you up and down for a moment, you in a fighting stance.

“Oh, it’s just you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. Just you?

You yelled out, pent up anger finally being released. His eyes widened as he pulled out his own sword. You attacked him, he struggled to fight against you, though. You were quick, and you were able to eventually knock him onto the ground with a kick.

You stood over him, you pointed the edge of your sword at him. Then, he grabbed your ankles, making you fall on top of him. You straddled him, your cheeks growing hot. He chuckled and put his hands on his waist.

“You know, you’re a lot better when you don’t talk.”

“Shut up.” You slapped him suddenly, his mouth was agape in shock. Then he felt his own cheeks growing hot as he realized he had gotten a hard on from that. It took you a minute to process and once you did, you sat, stunned.

“Of course you fucking liked that, you freak.” You mumbled, little did you know he also liked to be degraded. You leaned down, and his lips were soon on yours.

You moaned into the kiss, you slipped your tongue in his mouth. The kiss had said unspoken words between the two of you, like how you secretly have wanted to put him in his place like this since forever. And how he thought you were the hottest person at this damn camp.

You then pulled away, pulling on his beautiful curls. He made a whimpering sound, one that sounded like music.

His hand softly grabbed your wrist, he was so needy at this point.

“Please.” He managed to spit out, it came out as more of a cry.

“Aww. Do you need something, baby?”

He nodded quickly, you just slapped him softly again.

“Beg for it.”

[kaziwi]

Hii! I love your writings very much! For the event prompt.. number 3 with Smoker? 🥺

YAYYYY SMOKER REQUESTTTT thank you sm for requesting him i was so scared no one was gonna

Link to Event

"You're heavy..."

Character(s): Smoker

WC: 778

If someone told you this morning you'd be carrying Vice Admiral Smoker on your back, you would have laughed in their face.

You weren't laughing now.

Earlier today Smoker had gotten a report that there were some pirates who robbed a marine based that wasn't too far from where the G-5 was sailing. They had stolen some important documents and weapons, and Smoker was determined to stop them. After finding the island, there was an all out battle between the pirates and the G-5. Being the G-5, you of course won, but after the battle was over no one could find Smoker. Tashigi ordered everyone to split up and search the island, and you had been the lucky one to find him. Apparently he had been hit with a sea stone bullet from one of the weapons the pirates stole. It was funny at first, seeing the Vice Admiral flopped on the ground like a fish, but when he suggested you carry him back, you got quiet fast.

And that's how you ended up in this situation.

"Could you maybe go a little faster..." Smoker groaned weakly on your back. It was hard to move when he was much heavier than you. Him being like 1000 feet tall and having the biggest, heaviest muscles in the world didn't help.

"I'm trying here," you hissed, "It's not as easy as it looks..."

Smoker was usually a calm man, but this was a very different circumstance. He wasn't trying to sound rude, but he needed to get back to the rest of the G-5 as quick as possible. He needed to know if any of his men were hurt and if they had lost anybody. There was no time to waste.

Unbeknownst to him, you had hurt your ankle while in the battle. It wasn't too bad at first, so you didn't mention it, but after carrying him and putting weight on your ankle, it was starting to get to you.

After a few more minutes of walking, you couldn't take it anymore. You slowly lowered him down, propping him up against a tree while you laid down on the mountain floor.

"Why'd you stop," Smoker yelled, "We need to get back to the ship, the rest of the men need me." If he didn't have a sea stone bullet in him right now, he'd pick you up and run back to the ship, but he was too weak to even clench his fist.

You on the other hand were dying. Not actually, but it felt like it. Your ankle felt like someone had dropped a 10000 pound weight on it and you were still exhausted from the earlier battle. You slowly turned your head to Smoker and croaked out, "You're heavy..."

Smoker didn't know why, but hearing the rasp of your voice, made him look past his worry for the rest of the G-5. He finally took in you appearance, your exhaustion, and most importantly your ankle, which look like a bone was basically sticking out of it.

"Shit..." he sighed, "Looks like we're both stuck here...no way you're moving anytime soon."

You wanted to retaliate, but you were too tired to do anything but pant.

Smoker looked defeated for a minute, till he remembered something.

"In my back pocket, there's a mini transponder snail, grab it we can call Tashigi."

You honestly did not want to move, but he did give you an order. You slowly crawled over to him and reached into his pocket. You picked up the snail and dialed Tashigi's number.

"SMOKER," you heard from the end of the other line, "ARE YOU OKAY?? WHERE ARE YOU??"

"Tashigi, calm down, I'm okay. I'm with Y/N, but we are both pretty beat up. How's everyone else?"

"Everyone else is fine sir, only minor injuries." You could almost see the weight being lifted off of Smoker's chest.

"We're gonna need some medics and a stretcher, so try to find us as quick as possible.." Smoker gave a quick description of the area you both were in, and then ended the call.

"Help is coming soon, so just relax," the Vice Admiral stated. It was quiet again, the only sounds being the forest that surrounded you and your deep breaths. Smoker cleared his throat, looking a bit nervous, then spoke again.

"Thank you, for putting up with my persistence, I just wanted to make sure the rest of the men were alright," a pause, "and thank you for carrying me even though you were injured....you should be proud to call yourself a marine."

A warm smile crept on his face, and soon you followed.

"Anytime Vice Admiral."

[aliveinacoffin]

REQUESTTTT The reader is a new teacher at UA and tries getting on all the teachers good side but aizawa is so good at keeping his emotions hidden she doesn’t know if he likes her. After the training camp incident they move into dorms and she lives with aizawa but they have seperate rooms to sleep in but everything else is shared. And during this time Aizawa “hating” her more as he always lectures her and gets mad at her so she’s convinced he practically hates her. She ends up hating him too cause he starts making her do more work. He ends up training her and she hates him even more since he wasn’t going easy and just gave her bruises or something. Then one day she was in the lounge room for their shared dorm area and she was doing something and aizawa helps her do it and BAM. she develops a crush and…. (Add ur own ending and twists because I know I’ll love it 💕💗) (also sorry this is long)

omg this seems so cute in a like, angry old man way if that makes sense LMAO, I hope you don't mind that I gave reader a quirk,,,,I felt it wouldn't make sense if she didn't

Hating You As Well

PT1(right here ^*^), PT2, PT3

You were honestly just trying to make some friends at work, but this one guy is just soo RRRR, how are you supposed to deal with that?

(i didn't want to make him too mean, but I didn't want to make him nice, obviously, so instead he's socially awkward and stand-offish and dumb, I hope that's not too far off from what you wanted ^-^)

Fem!Reader, She/Her pronouns

TW: slight, very slight angst i guess, arguing, semi depictions of violence and gore, stupid aizawa

UA.

It was the top hero school in all of Japan, and thanks to people like All Might, known in high regard nationally.

So, when you got your call back that you got accepted as the history teacher, you actually screamed. Literally jumping up and down, screaming and crying in pure, unfiltered happiness that you got the job. Of course, you opened your phone to tell someone, anyone, that you got your literal dream job, but you stopped. It's not that you didn't have anyone to tell, it's just that you didn't have anyone who wasn't your family to tell. For a second, it saddened you, but you didn't wallow in your sadness, no! Right then and there, you promised yourself that you'd befriend everyone you could at UA, even the terrifying principle.

So that's how you got here, holding the biggest plate filled with snacks from peanuts to cake while nervously walking into the conference room.

Principal Nedzu had given you a personal tour of the school after he called you, but you had personally never met the other staff members. You can't help but think your principal did that on purpose. After wandering for a short moment, you were still new so you deserved some slack, you found your destination. But something held you back, standing awkwardly in front of the door. You could hear the muffled voices and music coming from the room, its friendly aura spilling out from the hallway.

You were only a little nervous, years of being a high-ranking pro instilled a natural confidence in you, but the small thought of not making any friends slightly unnerved you. Well, better get on with it. You took a deep breath and opened the door, and while the music didn't stop, you felt like it did.

All eyes were on you in an instant, the chatter ceased and everyone turned to look at you.

After a pregnant pause, you spoke up first. "This...is the staff party, right?" Your voice came out squeaker than you wanted to, and the answer to your question seemed rather obvious.

"Yeah it is! You must be the newbie, right?" Present Mic was the first to speak up, his smile wide and infectious. Others giggled around them, all the attention on you was less negative and more positive, a newfound excitement in the air.

"Yes, I'm unfortunately the newbie. Can I set this down anywhere?" You lifted up your large platter of food, and the loud blonde practically drooled.

"I'll take that from you." He swiftly took the food out of your hands and started digging in while trying to find a place to set it down.

Midnight strolled up to you, a small smile on her face. "I'm Nemuri Kayama. Don't worry, you're not the only new staff member this year. Not only do we have All Might, but we have Toshinori Yagi too. Yagis kinda shy, he's just been kinda hanging out in the back." Kayama nodded her head to the far right corner, where the aforementioned man was just...standing alone, almost literally in the corner.

"Oh, well, that makes me feel a little better." You hid your guilty smile with your hands, not only were you glad that you weren't the only new staff member, but that you weren't the most awkward one in the room.

"Plus, it's great to have another girl on the team, it's a real sausage fest in here." She groaned, dramatically holding her head in her hand. Looking around, you realized she was right. There was a 1:9 female-to-male ratio. The male staff members greatly outnumbered the female to an embarrassing degree, but it made sense. Males unfairly dominated the hero field, and even if there was a strong female pro hero, more often than not, she was either treated as a joke or made to be crazy masculine. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but more often than not, it's not by choice, since to be taken seriously, they have to act meaner and tougher than originally wanted.

"I see what you mean, Jesus." There was a playful tone in your voice, showing no real contempt or malice.

"I'm the modern art history teacher, by the way, in case you didn't know." Kayama fully introduced herself, holding out her hand for you to shake. You gratefully took it, marveling at just how soft her hand was.

"Oh! I'll be the new history teacher, guess we're kind of twins. And I'm sorry to fangirl, but I really appreciate all your work." You gushed unashamed.

"Oh I don't mind, I also really appreciate your work! Your quirk is rather interesting, and the way you handle yourself out there is nothing to scoff at." Kayama smiled, giving you the same energy as you put out.

You blushed, compliments like that were not unusual but from one of your idols, no less? It was like a dream come true.

"Thank you, it just comes naturally, you know?" You tried to wave her off, basically saying it's nothing compared to you.

Your quirk was rather unconventional in what it was. You could manipulate the light around you, bending and manipulating the light waves and atoms. You could literally touch rays of light and bend it like a straw, plus you could take it away and 'store it' in your body. It was funny when you took too much because you became a living nightlight. Though to do it, you needed to be physically touching the rays, so you wore a rather lightweight suit with no gloves and no shoes. Hey, who needs to walk on water when you could walk on light?

Your suit was rather skimpy, maybe a reason that both you and Kayama attracted each other. You basically wore a swimsuit, with a crop top shirt that stopped at your shoulders, and basically boy short underwear for a bottom. However, you could barely see your 'pants' because of the pockets that lined the entire thing. Another cool thing you could do with your quirk is you could store the light in physical pockets that you had.

"Well, I'd only assume. I'm glad that someone like you is on the team, and I'm sure I'm not the only one." Kayama looked over your shoulder, and just as you were about to turn to where she was looking, strong arms almost tipped you over.

"Heya newbie!" A light and bubbly voice yelled in your ear, you could only wonder who it was. Peeking over, Present Mic was smiling in your face, spikey hair and sunglasses almost directly in your face. "I'm Hizashi Yamada, and I don't really care for formalities, so you can just call me Hizashi!" He pushed himself off of you and was pumping up his arms in the air. Hizashi still had some crumbs on his face, and you couldn't help but laugh at his outlandish introduction.

Soon after him, one by one each staff member introduced themselves formally, telling you their real names and what they teach. In turn, you gushed and fawned over each one, calm but bright energy attracting everyone to you. Like moths to a light. Heh, get it?

Still, it was great. Even the shy Yagi comes up to you to politely introduce himself, an unspoken bond formed because it was both your first year teaching.

All but one.

A grumpy sleeping bag resting below an open window pointedly ignored all the noise and commotion going on. Determined, you walked over and leaned over the yellow lump to see if a person was even in there.

"Yes?" A dark voice drawled, and in an anti-climatic movement, the sleeping back slowly turned over. You were greeted with the image of a man in his late 20s or early 30s, with dark wild hair and a patchy 5 o'clock shadow. You nearly jumped back, but you kept your composure. You leaned over with your hands on your hips, your stomach pudging at the position.

"I was just checking if you were a person." A heavy cough behind you made you flinch, "If you were a living creature." You could hear a small 'better!' from somewhere in the background. You could swear there was a flash of a smirk on the mysterious man's face. But just as soon as it was there, it was gone in an instant.

"Well, I'm alive if that's what you're wondering." He quickly turned over, but you didn't move away. In fact, you stayed in the same exact position. "What?" His muffled voice made you giggle, and you stood up to stretch your back.

"I don't know your name. I can introduce myself first if you want?" You offered, trying not to seem as stand-offish as he was.

"I'm Ereaserhead. A homeroom teacher." That was all he offered of himself.

Hizashi popped up from behind you, pulling you away from the grump. "That's Shouta Aizawa, don't mind him, he's always this cranky."

You smiled and shook your head, "I don't mind, he seems interesting." Shrugging your shoulders as you walked away, you missed the rustling of his sleeping bag as he turned to watch you walk away.

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Turns out, Shouta Aizawa was interesting. Also, a major asshole, give or take.

All the teachers were stationed to watch different cameras for the entrance exam. Of course, there were hundreds of other workers with designated cameras and areas, the teachers were mostly there to get an overview and get a general of the upcoming class of students. You and Hizashi happily discussed what students you both wanted, Aizawa was muttering on how reckless and idiotic they all were.

"Hey c'mon dude, give them a break! Most of them don't even know what they're doing." You tried, leaning back in your rolly chair to take a peek at him. Aizawa barely spared you a glance, angrily sipping at his coffee.

"That's the problem, they're clueless and delusional. Especially that one, he's an idiot for going after the zero-point robot, and it's the only robot he's gone after." He pointed to a glowing student flying up in the air, the boy reeled his arm back to deliver a K.O punch to the thing.

"Hey, but he'll get points for saving a young girl." Hizashi butted in, normally spiked hair down and flowing all over the place.

"Really?" You turned back to the screen to watch a young girl get up to try and thank him, but he was out cold. "Well, even if he is a little clueless, he showed great effort and quick thinking to save a girl." You shrugged, looking back at Aizawa.

He scoffed and turned back to flickering through the cameras, taking notes along the way.

You made a face behind the underground heroes' back, before going back to take your own notes.

Later, Aizawa would review the footage of that mysterious green-haired boy to watch just how 'heroic' he was.

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Not soon enough, classes started. You met lots of odd and interesting students, their quirks just as amazing as the next. Each of them was either fascinated or bored with your existence, gushing about the former 30th hero. Teachers and underground heroes were placed on a different scale than billboard heroes since there wouldn't be a fair grading process. Not only did they gush about you, but they also talked about with great vigor their other classes and teachers.

This meant you quickly made aware of how Aizawa decided to conduct his first day as a teacher. Now, you knew Aizawa had been a teacher longer than you, and UA was very free with how a teacher conducted their class, but you were shocked he threatened to expel an entire class of students. His own for god sake!

(Un)Fortunately, both you and Aizawa had a free period at the same time, and you tried to take advantage of this fact.

"Sooo, some of our students talked about their first day." You started awkwardly, fiddling with your papers.

Aizawa looked over at you through a jelly packet and papers, nearly quirking an eyebrow in response.

"Did you really threaten to expel them?" You asked, a little taken aback at the mere mention of it.

"Yes, not only did I see how they performed under duress, but I saw what giving their all looks like." The whole time he spoke he was entirely focused on the papers in front of him, trying to grade the papers he already handed out the first week of school.

"Oh! That's smart, not only can you weed out all the lackluster students, you'll be able to tell when they're slacking." You snapped your fingers in recognition, proud of yourself for figuring out his odd teaching methods.

Aizawa merely grunted in response, ending the conversation with an odd air. You tapped your knees while trying to find another conversation opener.

"Hey, you know, Kayama invited us all for drinks on Friday. Celebrate the new school year, are you coming?" Truly, you did wonder if the mysterious man would go. The R-rated hero made a group chat and already asked everyone. Aizawa had just never responded, and you kinda had a feeling what his answer would be.

"I have better things to do." He grumbled, and he stood up, gathered all his papers, and just left.

"What the hell?"

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Turns out, no he didn't.

You had turned up fashionably late, and almost all of the staff were already there when you arrived. Shouta showed up disastrously late, stumbling in sometime after you. He slid into the booth across from you, flagging down a waiter for just a boring beer.

"I thought you had better things to do?" You questioned Aizawa, sipping at whatever fruity drink Hizashi made you try.

"I did, but those two wouldn't stop pestering me." Aizawa nodded to Kayama and Hizashi next to you, who were already buzzed and very happy.

Even at the mere mention of him, Hizashi perked up and grinned mischievously at Aizawa.

"That's not true! You just wanted to find an excuse to hang out with the new teacher!" Hizashi teased, eyebrows wiggling up and down.

Aizawa scoffed, "

"I don’t need to kiss ass with my coworkers. I’m only here to be kept in the loop of the going on here.” He muttered into his cup, face hidden by the large utensil.

Okay, wow, rude much? You rolled your eyes, “You don’t need to be an ass.” You muttered under your breath, more to yourself than anything. 

“No, but I do need to be professional.” Aizawa shot back, face now in full view. He had his hair up, fringe not held down by his messy bun. 

Your shoulders slouched while you gave him a ‘dude what?” look. “I've been nothing but cordial to you and others.” 

“Your carefree attitude is nothing other than annoying.” Aizawa had his arms crossed now, leaning back in the booth. Everyone else was either pointedly ignoring you or just too wrapped up in their conversations to notice or care about you two.

“I've been in the top fifty before I became a teacher, I’ve seen my fair share of blood and glory. I’m sorry I’m not a robot when it comes to my students.” Scoffing, you rolled your eyes and downed the rest of your drink, its sweet flavor dampening your bad mood.

“I’m a realist, bite me.”

“You’re a pessimist, there is a difference.” 

There was a heavy silence after that, Aizawa staring you down while you glared back. Neither of you broke eye contact, even when Hizashi made you get up to use the restroom, you still didn’t quit the staredown.

Fed up with the growing anger in your chest, and feeling the light around you start to bend around you, you slammed down what you owed and left.

You heard a drunk chasting voice as you left, but the steam pouring out of your ears prevented you from hearing it clearly.

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The last time you two talked was just as short and snappy as the last time, except now he was definitely on his high horse. He criticized your teaching methods, which pissed you off to no end because it was fucking Shouta Aizawa we were talking about, criticized how you acted, hell, he even criticized how you dressed.

You had been minding your business, making a new pot of coffee to keep you awake during the day. Footsteps behind you caught your attention, but you ignored them because you knew who it was and would rather die than deal with him right now.

“I still don’t understand how they let you walk around like that.”

Okay, ignoring over.

You turned to give him a nasty look. “Like what?”

“With barely any clothes on. What you’re wearing could be considered underwear, not a hero suit. There's no coverage.” Even though he was critiquing what you were wearing, he wasn’t looking at you. Instead, he was digging in the cabinets for a cup.

“And? This is what works best for my quirk, plus,” you laughed, but there was no real humor in it, “I’ve seen worse.”

“I have no idea how you’ve made it this far with such little clothing.” Aizawa shook his head like he was disappointed in you for your clothes. 

“Because clothes don’t matter, it’s who's wearing them that does.” You growled, angrily pouring your cup before stomping out of the room.

That was the last conversation you had before he went off to the USJ trip. Like always it was short and angry, a routine you’d unwillingly created. Truly, Aizawa was the only teacher you didn’t get along with, all the others from Hizashi to even Lunch Rush you had become friends with. Still, now you felt guilty about it. You had arrived late in regards to everyone else, blinding and emancipating a fair amount of stranglers but otherwise caught off guard by the situation. Thankfully, students were mostly unharmed, but the two teachers who had been there had been gravely injured. You only saw a glimpse of Aizawa's injuries, but your mind jumped to conclusions when you saw Kurose’s.

You had visited Kurose earlier, giving her flowers, candy, and books to read while she recovered. For Aizawa, you managed to find out he liked black licorice, so you brought a large bag along with yellow roses. Friendship.

You arrived at his room and stood there for a moment. There was silence on the other end, save for the small and quiet beep beep beep of his heart monitor. So he lives. 

You raised a hand and knocked.

“No more visitors.” He sighed from the other end, already annoyed.

You debated on just leaving, but for some reason, you opened the door and peeked in. 

“It’s just me.” Your voice was small, and your eyes quickly assessed the state your asshole coworker was in. 

“I said no visitors.” Aizawa's voice was just as deadpanned, and even though you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was scowling under all those bandages. His arms were cast, almost like prison cuffs rather than healing objects. Nearly his whole body was covered in white, almost blinding you.

“Well, I’m not a visitor, I’m a coworker.” You set down the flowers and candy at the table next to him and sat down in the chair across from him. Disgustingly, there was still warmth in it, and looking over to the second chair you could see the wrinkles in the seat.

“You’re an annoyance.” His bitterness came naturally, you realized now, that even when he was gravely hurt, he still managed to get under your skin.

"Is it so annoying that I wanted to see if my coworker was alive?" You asked, already pissed off.

"Well, I am, so you can leave." Aizawa tried to sit up fully, but he struggled to do so.

It was too awkward to just watch him struggle so pitifully, a man you've come to know with high pride and honor squirming around. So you got up and pressed a gentle hand on his back to guide him up, neither of you said anything while he adjusted. When Aizawa got comfortably situated, there was an awkward silence.

"How…how long are you gonna be bed-bound?" 

Aizawa didn't reply right away, leaving the question to awkwardly hang in the air.

"Doctor says it typically takes twelve weeks for an arm to heal, but they can cut that time in half." His gruff voice was soft, and it was the most open thing he's said about himself since you've known him.

"I hope it doesn't take that long! I have to give up my lunch to watch your class." You tried to jest, obviously attempting to lighten the mood.

"It won't, wouldn't want you to overload your work schedule." Aizawa's deep voice was back, just as guarded as usual.

That was the breaking point, and before you said something cruel to the injured man you simply got up and headed to the door. "Just get well man." And with that, you left.

"Damn it."

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He came back the next day.

"What the hell man?!" You barged into Aizawa's room angrily, greeted by the sight of Hizashi force-feeding him some sort of hearty meal.

Aizawa turned to look at you, eyes visible through the bandages.

"What?" 

"You're back? You said that the doctors said-"

"It would take him a minimum of six weeks to heal! We know!" Hizashi scolded, tense and angry.

"But no one can stop Aizawa, we just have to make him relax." Kayama scolded, going through his class papers. "I'll grade your quizzes, Hizashi can grade your tests and you can grade his assignments, can't you?" The dominatrix was looking at you now, holding stacks of papers that Aizawa had yet to catch up on, now made impossible with his injuries.

"How does a single man have so much work?" You set the tea you had been saving for the aforementioned man. You had barely made it this morning, something healthy to sip on while he healed. Quickly walking over you leafed through all the miscellaneous assignments both he and All Might had assigned. “I can do all of these no sweat.” You shrugged, taking them all under your arm.

“I’m fine. You’re all overreacting-”

“Don’t even say you’re fine! You just got out of the hospital!” All three of you yelled at him in disbelief. The sliding doors slid open once more, and Recoverys girl's small form waddled through, looking just angry and as disappointing as you all felt. 

Wanting to get a jumpstart on grading papers, since you already had your won to grade, you walked out of the room in silence, not wanting to intrude on this unfamiliar song and dance.

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The next two weeks the students were buzzing with excitement, and you saw even less of Aizawa. Always just holed up in his room. 

For some reason, you always left him a pot of coffee for him to drink on his desk. He never questioned it or brought it up. You never said anything either.

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When Aizawa fully recovered, he immediately took back all his work. He stopped by your classroom during both of your lunches. 

You hadn’t even noticed him walking in, too busy with eating and marking papers with a glitter purple pen, leaving critiques, praises, hearts, and X’s

“You can stop ruining my papers with that horrible pen.” You jumped, almost falling back in your seat at the unexpected sound of Aizawa’s voice.

“Ruining? I’m decorating. I’m sorry you take even grading so seriously.” You shrugged, putting the finishing touches on Shouto Todoroki’s paper. Ending it with a ‘Good job! :D’ 

“It’s a distraction, you could use the effort you put in desecrating these papers into your job.” He took the paper up from your desk, skimming it before he looked at you again and sighed. “Where are the leftovers.” 

“Leftovers?”

“The ones you didn’t finish, the leftovers.” He pressed like you were stupid.

You leaned back, a sense of pride and smugness filling you. “Check the date.” You smirked, eyes sharp and dangerous. 

Aizawa stared at you with an unreadable expression, but you saw his eyebrows furrow just a little. He took a glance down and his eyes widened in surprise.

2XXX/5/06

Today.

“Well, then you better catch up on your own work. It’s foolish that you-” 

You cut him off by showing your turn-in/graded basket, the graded side completely full.

“Try again.” Your smirk widened, hands raising in a flourish while you leaned back again.

He said nothing while his eyes flickered between all the papers in front of him, and he lifted his head again. “Then you’re probably behind on reports, those are important-”

You cut him off again, turning your computer towards him so he could see not only your completed progress reports but his as well. 

“Boom bitch.” For once, you had the upper hand, getting to gloat in his face while he had nothing to say back.

“You shouldn’t use such foul language in the workplace.” Was all he could say while he gathered his papers. On his way out you called out to no one in particular.

“You’re welcome! Ah, whatever.”

You stretched your aching hands, and drank your third energy drink for the day, stomach protesting from so much caffeine on an empty stomach. You dreaded your hero shift later.

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There was an impromptu meeting, and at first, you were confused about what it was about, but you knew whatever it was, it was serious.

Everyone's somber faces made you nervous, and you leaned over to Hizashi and whispered in his ear. “What happened?”

“Apparently, something happened during the students' work studies, but no one can figure out what happened.” He shrugged, just as lost and unnerved you.

Aizawa stood up from the U-shaped table, going to stand in the middle while he looked off angry at nothing. “There was an incident during our first-year students' work studies. Three studies were put in harms way, coming face to face with the hero killer: Stain.” 

People started to murmur, but Principal Nedzu popped up from the depths of the erasing hero's scarf. 

“Now we understand your concern, as you know the situation has been dealt with. We’ve been asked by the HPSC to keep quiet and have no comment. The affected students will remain anonymous, so even if you do figure out what happened, you are required to keep quiet. You are all dismissed.” The hyperintelligent mouse hopped down and sauntered out of the room. Many staff members followed, murmuring in small groups. You, Kayama, Kurose, Hizashi, and Snipe formed your own group, staying behind to talk within yourselves.

“I knew it was a bad idea for the students to be sent off, I argued with the idea before, and now I see I should’ve fought harder.” Snipe shook his head in both frustration and disappointment.

“Well, what happened was unfortunate, but it gave other students a light into real hero work. Hard times come with drastic measures.” Kayama rebutted, though one could tell to some degree she agreed with the gun hero.

“But they’re so young, such traumatizing events should be saved for their later years.” Yamda’s voice was laced with an old sadness, and Kayama’s face fell crestfallen.

“I agree, I hope those students are well now.” You began, but the conversation was cut short by the sound of everyone's next period beginning. You waved your little group goodbye, turning around to pick up your bag and papers.

“Gossiping is unbecoming.” 

You shook your head, annoyance once again festering at you. It seemed like even when you heard his voice at this point, anger consumed you. “So is lying.” 

“Who lied?” Aizawa’s voice was full of disbelief, taken aback.

“The HPSC. We’re supposed to be quiet that three of our students were put in danger.” You turned around once all your papers were gathered, and you stared the man down.

“That’s not lying, we are merely setting measures to make sure the situation doesn’t get out of hand.” He shook his head like the answer was simple.

“Omitting information is lying under the law, do their parents know?” 

“The affected students' parents were made aware, yes.” His monotone voice was really starting to piss you off.

“So none of the other parents know? And to what degree do they know?” For some reason you dragged out this conversation, it didn’t really matter how long this conversation went on anyway, thanks to the free period.

“That’s not your place to know.” He made no move to leave.

“It is, they’re my students too.” Taking a step forward, encroaching into his personal space, you puffed up your chest. Challenging him.

“You’re an elective teacher, they’re my students, under my care.” Aizawa didn’t back down.

“So then why did it even happen in the first place? Why send out fifteen-year-olds with a murderer on the loose?” You argued back.

“Because I didn’t know. I would’ve never let them out if I had known. Your foolishness will be the death of not only you but the students here as well.” He snapped back, violently grabbing his coffee cup, and stormed out.

His words rang over and over in your ears, and for some reason shame and anger mixed in your stomach, twisting at your insides. Stomping out of the room when you snapped out of your trance, you realized guilt also twisted up inside you.

___________________________________________

Last minute, you were invited to the training camp. At first, you were going to refuse, spend your summer break dealing with the chaotic kids that were class 1-A and 1-B? Yeah, hell no. But the promise of a pay raise eventually won you over, even if you deny this. Plus, recently you have been..lacking in your skills. So busy with being a teacher your fighting skills had diminished, and it wasn’t as if you were now suddenly helpless. You just weren’t at your peak anymore, and all you needed was that extra exercise to put that pep back in your step. So thats how you found yourself packing in the early hours of the morning to pack for the four-week-long trip. 

Later in the morning, you found out who you’d be busing with. Class 1-A, or, more specifically, Shouta Aizawa. You immediately turned around at the school gates, but the sounds of students jeering at you stopped you. 

“Where are you going teach?” Kaminari called after you, and Iida chastised him for the informal name. 

“It’s alright Iida, I don't mind.” You placated the blue-haired boy and turned your attention back to the electric student. “Nowhere, I got roped along to the trip.” You sighed bowing your head in defeat. 

“Don’t act that way, we were promised extra pay and you were the first to respond.” Aizawa chastised you, coming up from behind you all, carrying a heavy duffle bag. Even his choice of luggage was bare bones!

Kaminari gasped in hurt, holding a hand over his heart.

“No need to call me out in front of the students!” You growled, shooing him away.

___________________________________________

It took nearly an hour to corral all the students on the bus, and you and Aizawa settled at the front of the bus, both in opposite seats. You waited for the bus to get on the road, and for the students to be too distracted to notice the conversation between you and your unspoken hater to bring up a thought that started to nag you.

“Aizawa.” You were facing him, and the dark-haired man simply side-eyed you instead of acknowledging you. You ignored that. “Why am I the only elective teacher here, wouldn’t it make more sense to bring someone like Hizashi or Anan’s or even Ryo? They’re all much better equipped to be here than me.” Genuinely, this had confused you. No diss to Hound Dog, or Ryo as you’d grown to know him the past couple of months, the stress on his name was that he’d be the absolute best option here. Out in an open area where a multitude of students could get lost? Why not bring the literal hound dog? 

“You’ve gotten pretty friendly with the staff.” That was his response, a non-answer, and a deflection. 

“Dude, seriously? That’s what you’re hung up about? Yes, I see and communicate with them every day, and we all go out for drinks once every week. I’m pretty sure all the teachers are on a first-name basis personally except for you.” Shooting back, your hands now rested on your knees, hunched over in a defensive position.

“It’s unprofessional. Teachers shouldn’t know each other on such a personal basis.” Aizawa closed his eyes again, trying to nap his way out of the conversation.

You flung your hands up, “You’re right, god forbid I have friends.” Unwillingly, your voice got tight with emotion. 

Aizawa opened his eyes fully, and faced you fully, also registering the vulnerability that was presenting in your voice and demeanor. 

Even though it’s only been four months, you have grown close with your UA allies. Not only that, but they all welcomed you with open arms and held you in the same regard as you did them. You had especially grown close with Snipe, even if he didn’t tell you his name (or anyone for that matter, you tried looking it up and found articles of his secrecy, mans loves his privacy), along with Anan after USJ, and naturally gravitated towards Hizashi and other elective teachers. The reason you felt so offended by his words, why you got so close with your fellow staff was because you didn’t have other friends. You barely had a family, it was just your dad and estranged siblings, who either didn’t speak to you or didn’t really care for you.

“I just meant you shouldn’t rely so heavily on others, they won’t always be there to save you.” That was reaching, even for Aizawa. 

“I don’t, and I know they won’t. You’ve made that so clear.” You swallowed thickly, a burning feeling crawling up your throat signaled you needed to shut up now or else they would be waterworks. And that would be embarrassing for everyone. Sometimes it kept you up at night that Aizawa was the only teacher you didn’t get along with. The others reassured you that he was aloof with everyone, Hizashi and Kayama just saying he was a big hardass with a big heart. But you just didn’t see it, it seemed like he was just mean to you. With people like Ryo and Anan, he was just quiet and cutthroat, but you? Just straight-up mean, brushing you off, undermining you, constantly nagging and criticizing you for everything that you did. It was annoying and frustrating since you had been nothing but nice. You genuinely wanted to be his friend, his mysterious nature and gruff attitude was cool, badass even. Plus, you couldn’t deny he wasn’t unattractive, stubble and dark hair was just so handsome. But his behavior was not. Still, you couldn’t help but seek out ways to try and get on his good side, making coffee, leaving snacks you’d found out he liked out, and taking his side whenever you could in meetings.

You didn’t bring it up again, spending the rest of the ride blinking back angry tears, or maybe it was the disappointment that he didn’t reassure you. Either way, he didn’t say anything either.

___________________________________________

Well fuck. Now you were mad at the school for trying to make the students grow up so fast, figuring out the training camp was usually only for second years due to the rigorous nature, soured your mood further. Not only that, you worried about all the children alone in the woods.

“They’ll be fine.” Aizawa placed a strong hand on your shoulder, and while it made your heart jump, it also pissed you off more. 

“It’s a pretty big fuckin forest, what if they get lost or something not part of the exercise attacks them?” You stepped forward, trying to peek at the mess below you.

“They’ll be fine, they can handle themselves. I have no doubt.” You should trust him, Aizawa was their homeroom teacher and no doubt has seen what they can do, but it still unnerved you that these young kids were just out alone. 

“I’ll just watch over them then.” You crouched on top of the messed-up fence and jumped. 

You heard Mandaly shout in pure fear behind you, but her voice died as you seemingly climbed and crawled through thin air. 

High above you watched their movement, keeping track of every rustle and shout. Lazily swimming in the light, arms, and legs pumping while you focused on slipping through the waves of the light. Your skin softly glowing and your body becoming lighter than air.

Somewhere far away, a dark-haired man realized the reason for such a vulnerable suit was to give you full access to your quirk. Still, you had no protection against sharp talons and dangerous attacks. Maybe, there was a better way?

___________________________________________

You didn’t arrive until late, and you were exhausted and hungry. You had almost fallen out of the air multiple times, your body ached and burned, already feeling the sunburn growing on your fingers and knees, places you used your quirk the most.

You were in the private kitchen, searching for something to eat when Mandalay handed you a plate of food.

“You look beat!” 

“I feel like someone dragged me through the mud on a hot summer day.” You sighed, gratefully accepting her food, and flopped down on the plush couches.

“I can imagine. I didn’t know what your quirk was, so you scared me when you just jumped. Thankfully Eraserhead explained it to me.” She sighed, shaking her short brown hair.

That made you perk up, “He did?” 

“Yeah! He seemed to know a lot about it! You must be very close. Oh, the teacher's dorms are just down the hall, we have our own spring and private bathrooms.” She dug into her food and scrolled through her phone.

Weird.

___________________________________________

You were so glad you weren’t a student anymore. 

They were really putting students through the wringer, making them get up early and push themselves to their absolute limits. You and Aizawa stood side by side while you watched over the students, you took notes and he watched dutifully. Your fingers and knees were stinging like a bitch now, skin peeling off quickly, leaving your skin raw and sensitive.

“Looks like you could use endurance training as well.” Here we go.

“Ha ha.” You rolled your eyes. “They’re only like this because towards the end I had to really look for light, it got dark fast and I had been using my quirk nonstop for eight hours. Let me see you do that.” You didn’t see Aizawa's shocked face, and you had stunned him into silence.

“I couldn’t.” 

You looked up, and stared at him in confusion. “Couldn’t what?”

“Use my quirk for that long. I can only use it for thirty minutes to an hour now, even if I strain.” Aizawa shrugged as if that wasn’t absolutely horrifying news. 

“Since when?” You abandoned your notes now, giving Aizawa all of your attention.

“After USJ. Doctor said the more I strain, the worse it gets. Plus, my eyes are dryer than before, so it makes it harder to keep them open for so long.” Aizawa wasn’t looking at you, instead opting to stare ahead, facial expression carefully neutral.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Your voice was quiet, and his adams apple bobbed. 

“There was no reason to cause unnecessary worry.” 

“Still that’s…really fucking shitty. I’m sorry dude.” 

Aizawa regretted telling you, not being able to stand that sad, kicked puppy look. Hated the reason being him.

“There’s no reason to cause a fuss, such things happen all the time. You should get used to it.” 

“Never mind.” You rolled your eyes, but there was no real bite in your tone. He finally looked at you when you said that, your empathy replaced with slight annoyance. 

___________________________________________

The next day was much of the same, with both homeroom teachers pushing and critiquing their classes to do and be better. Aizawa’s speech about being better had warmed your heart, and for the first time since you’d known the closed-off man you saw just how much he cared for his students. All he wanted from them was to grow and be better, he was strict out of love and care. It was beautiful in a weird way, but your moment was broken when Midoriya questioned why they were the only teachers there. When he walked away from the inspired green-haired boy, you stopped him in his tracks.

“Hold on.” You skipped in front of the dark teacher, standing your ground. “If All Might isn’t here to not draw attention, and other staff weren’t invited so as to not leak the location of the new grounds, why am I here?” You questioned, encroaching on his personal space to get him to finally answer you.

“It was thought you’d be a good choice to watch over the students.” Again, deflective and a not good answer. He started to walk away, but you followed closely by his side.

“Okay sure, we’ll go with that. But why me? Again, what about Ryo? Or Ectoplasm? They’re much better for wide search and rescue than I am.” You argued.

“You are also independently efficient, not needing the incentive to work hard. Plus, your relationship with the students is..friendly. You work well with the Pussy Cats with your open nature.” Again, he was pointedly not looking at you.

“It sounds like you asked me to be here.” You started to tease, a sense of pride at the indirect/direct praise.

“You were paid to be here, now are you going to waste my time with pointless questions or are you going to do your job.” Aizawa snapped, and that quickly dampened your mood. Note to self, don't tease Aizawa.

Pixie Bob announced that there would be a test of courage later. You were so-so to the idea, knowing you were probably just going to be hanging out in the hot springs anyway, the dark not really being your strong suit.

___________________________________________

It smelt like shit. 

That was the first thought in your head when you stepped outside, seeking fresh air. How weird, 1-B must really be going all out to scare 1-A. You were unfortunately still in your hero suit, only barely getting back to your room. Somewhere in the building, you knew Sekijiro and Aizawa was teaching their remedial class, and outside the Pussy Cats were watching over the courage course. So, lazily you walked to the kitchen, planning on getting a light snack before you took a dip in the hot spring, not being able to yesterday. Suddenly you jumped, a feeling of ice dumping all over you. Everyone! Mandalay’s shrill voice suddenly yelled in your head, you stopped immediately to look up. It’s possible there are more. Everyone who can move, get back to camp immediately! Even if you come across the enemy, retreat and do not engage! You felt the telepath end immediately, and your feet moved faster than your mind. You could hear the echoes of your feet slapping across the tile. Legs pumping and knees screaming in protest as you raced to the entrance. 

You had no idea what was happening, but you knew the students were in danger.

The front door came into your sight, and you burst through the doors and were greeted by a horrifying sight. A half-burnt and rotten man blasted Aizawa in a white-hot flame, and on instinct, you tackled him to the ground. 

He seemed unbothered by all of this and even chuckled. “You guys really are pros.”

You looked up to where he was looking and saw Aizawa crouching in the doorway above the entrance. Momentarily distracted, you missed the villain's hands coming up. He roughly grabbed the side of your face, digging his hot staples into your hair.

“Nothing's coming out.” He pouted, like a child. Knowing you wouldn't have your quirk either, you flipped him over and grabbed the back of his head. You dug your nails as hard as you could, and reeled back. With all your might, you slammed his face into the ground, shoving it down like a dog who pissed on the carpet.

The man dug his dirty fingernails into the innermost sensitive part of your thigh and dug, his staples ripping into you while you squirmed. 

You yelled out, and he used that to his advantage to flip you over. Aizawa quickly came up behind him, swiftly kicking the back of his head to straddle the back of him. Aizawa clutched his head and arm, still using his quirk.

“Tell me your name, purpose, number, and positions.” He growled out.

“Why.” The villain deadpanned.

“Because this-” Aizawa broke his arm in one quick movement, “will happen, your rights next. Let’s do this logically.” He lifted his head up, but his grip and gaze never faltered. “If I get your legs, it’ll be a pain to transport you.”

“Are we in a rush, Eraser,” The man made eye contact when he called out your hero name, and it sent a chill down your spine. The end of his spikey hair caught alight. Aizawa pounded his head in the ground a couple of times to stop him. 

Rustling caught both yours and Aizawa's attention, and an out-of-breath Iida, Mineta, Koda, and Ojiro made you panic.

In a moment of weakness, the man lunged forward, but Aizawa quickly caught him. He strained for a moment before he whipped around to stare you both down. 

“Hey heroes,” His gaze was manic and crazed. “Are your students important?” Then he started to melt. “I hope you can protect them all till the end.” He disappeared through the ground, his body left a mush. 

The group rushed towards you, calling out for both of you.

“Get inside! I’ll be back!” Aizawa took off without you, so you quickly took the porch and hallway light and followed him.

“Wait!” You called out after him, knees still screaming in protest, your fingers now burning with the aftermath of stealing the light.

“What are you doing? You’re better off in the building!” He yelled at you.

“I was a billboard pro before this, I can handle myself!”

“Oh yeah, you really proved that back there. Truly pathetic.” He snarled back, and you ran faster.

“Fuck you! Nothing I do makes you happy!” Your fighting was cut short by Midoriya suddenly appearing, a scared Kota on his back. “Midoriya-”

The boy called out to the both of you, “It’s horrible! There’s so much I need to tell you.” He was out of breath, his arm mangled and red.

“Hey-” Aizawa started, slightly out of breath as well.

“First we need to make Mandalay make an announcement- He has a water quirk, you have to protect him!” Midoriya cut him off, words rushed and slightly panicked.

He’s pumped full of adrenaline. Midoriya needed to calm down.

He tried to run off, but Aizawa stopped him. “Stop! Your arm…you did it again, didn’t you? Did you forget what happened in Hosu?” 

Midorya was lost in thought for a moment, and you and Kota stood confused. Your thigh was starting to have its own heartbeat, and you could feel the heat of the injury. You’ve gotten hurt worse, scars on your back a testament to that, but he had gotten a sweet spot in your leg. It was shaky and losing blood at a moderate pace, still, Midoriya, a student, was in a worse state and still pressing on. You’d live through worse and been fine, this would be no different.

“No, but…” The green-haired boy trailed off.

“So tell Mandalay this, everyone in classes A and B, you are granted permission to engage in combat.” With that, all parties took off, Aizawa turning to the woods and Midoryia back to camp. You followed Aizawa dutifully, pockets full of light providing some light in the darkness.

You could tell thoughts were racing in his mind, but the older man kept his thoughts to himself.

Kota's weak voice broke the tense silence. “Mister, will he be okay? I hurt him, and he still got up hurt to rescue me...I haven't even told him sorry or thank you yet.” Tears were now spilling from his wide eyes, and his grip on Aizawa's scarf tightened as big emotions consumed his small body. Before Aizawa could respond, you replied for him, not trusting him to say something to soothe his emotions.

“Of course, Kota, Midoryia is a strong hero, after all of this is done, you can properly apologize. I’m sure he’s forgiven you already.” You gave him your big winning smile, face lighting up in reassurance.

“Still, after this, we’ll have to scold him for acting without permission, so make sure you put emphasis on your thank you.” Aizawa said, running to find a place to keep the young child safe. 

___________________________________________ 

“Where are we going?” You called out to Aizawa, the chaos around you making you nervous.

“To the camp, I need to get Kota to safety.” While he was talking, you all broke out of the woods and rushed into the building. Aizawa gently set the boy down, and you both took a breather. The sounds of yelling caught both of your attention, and you groaned. “We just can’t catch a break, can we?” 

Aizawa shot you a glare and ran ahead, you still chasing after him. Rushing into the remedial class you saw that burnt man again, Aizawa jumped ahead to try and calm Sekijiro down and disarm the villain. You rushed ahead while his class cheered for him, and started to do horrid damage on the burnt man, smashing his head so hard into the ground it cracked the tile. Students yelled out horrified, but Aizawa cut them off.

“It won’t matter, it’s a fake.” They all watched in horror as the man melted beneath your fingers, but you didn’t stop punching into the ground, taking all your anger out on the slush.

“Is it a villains quirk.” Iida still hadn’t looked away, curious and slightly disgusted by the mess.

“What are you two doing here?” Sekijiro called out to both you and Aizawa, getting both of your guys attention.

“I rushed out to aid in the fight, but I ended up escorting Kota back to base. Please watch over him.” He was pointedly looking at you now, and it pissed you off. “I’m going to help on the front lines.” He tried to rush out, but Sekijiro stopped him.

“Ereaser, we don't know how many there are or how powerful they’re coming at us.” Aizawa turned around.

“You’ll be fine by yourselves, plus look, the fake was merely a diversion. They’re trying to distract us pros to make up for their meager number.” Aizawa shook his head.

“If there isn't that many of them, that’s even more of a reason for me-” Kirishma butted in, voice full of emotion.

“Yes! Nothing beats strength in numbers!” Iida interrupted, filled with the same determination. 

“No.” Aizawa's voice was firm, almost scary at how strong he spoke. “If they’re trying to keep us back, then they’re going after you.” The students deflated at his words. “Bakugo’s just one of them, but there might be others as well. We are still losing by a lot with our lack of information. For now, we’ll win by everyone being safe and sound.” He rushed back out to join the fray, with you not too far behind.

“Why are you still following me? You’re better back there.” Aizawa growled out to you, running through the dark.

“Because I’m a pro. I was accepted to teach at UA for a reason.” You were now frustrated, but now it was hard to tell whether it was because of Aizawa, or because of your fuck up at the beginning. You had been caught off guard by a simple attack, and if it weren’t for Aizawa's erasing quirk, you would have been caught on fire because you got distracted.

“Yeah, I can see that.” 

You said nothing in response, any response died on your lips when you saw the leftover disaster that was left. 

We lost.

___________________________________________

The damage that was left behind was both humiliating and haunting. Both a student and a pro went missing, one who had left with a considerable amount of injuries. Fifteen students had poison running through their veins, or were injured and had to be taken to immediate care. You were questioned by the police for hours while they desperately tried to figure out any information they could. You were of no help, and you knew that the only information you could give was of that patchwork-face guy with a weird melting/fire quirk.

You, Sekijiro, and Aizawa sat in silence while the police officer made a phone call to god knows who. Your thigh was really starting to hurt now, but you made no move to complain knowing the students had it worse than you. 

Sekijiro called out to you, and you snapped out of your thoughts to look at him. “Your thigh, are you alright? You look like you’ve lost a lot of blood.” He pointed to your injury, and you didn’t even look down to check.

“It’s fine, just a scratch.” You shook your head, mind filling with self-deprecating thoughts. Even if you had gotten 30th on the billboards, did you deserve it? Popularity had a lot to do with the point system, and your outwardly friendly attitude along with your flashy quirk made good product revenue. Plus, even if you weren’t weak, you realized that now was the first time you faced a real threat. The symbol of peace always being there to pick up the real messes and leave heroes like you to pick up the crumbs.

“It looks infected already.” He wouldn’t drop it, and you finally gave it to look down.

“I’m fine-” You stopped, your innermost thigh caked in dried blood and dirt, and it looked like the villain really got in there.

Later in the hospital, a nurse who was stitching you up pulled out a staple that was lodged deep in your leg.

___________________________________________

“Stop fussing, you look a mess.”

“Oh I’m sorry that I’m nervous.” 

For the past few days, all anyone could talk about was the incident at the camp. It wasn’t as if you could blame them, the most prestigious hero school in the country had landed twenty-seven students in the hospital. In response, all teachers involved along with the principal were asked to make an apology, broadcasted all across Japan. The suit you wore was lightly uncomfortable, a little too tight for your liking. Plus, you were constantly pulling down the skirt, someone had gotten you a size too small. Or maybe you were searching for an excuse to fuss and squirm. 

You and Aizawa hadn’t talked about the incident. Not that you needed to, you weren’t a couple, let alone friends, but there was an unknown tension in the air. Sekijiro had checked up on you, and had asked how your leg was.

“It’s fine, just needed stitches and a kiss from Recovery Girl, and now I’m good to go.”

Some part of you was angry that the dark-haired man didn’t reach out to you, but it was fine. It wasn’t but it was.

Aizawa shot you a look, and you quickly shut up. Sekijiro next to you just bumped your knee in reassurance. 

“We’re live.” The man in the middle of the room called out, signaling for you all to stand up and speak. 

“We deeply apologize for our shortcomings during the incident that allowed harm to twenty-seven first years in the hero course because of our shortcomings. We apologize for creating unease in our society because of our negligence in proper defense in our place of learning.” You all bent over in an apology, and you bowed the deepest. “We are truly sorry for the damage we’ve done.” You all stood back up straight, waiting for questions.

A man spoke out from within the crowd. “Since the beginning of the year, the UA students have had four encounters with villains. What specific countermeasures are you taking to ensure the safety of our students?” His voice was growing in volume the more he spoke, getting more and more passionate as he went on. 

“Our students are of top-most importance, we will work even harder as a team to make sure they are strong enough to become great heroes.” A  non-answer, Aizawa really was good at deflecting.

Another man stood up, holding a mic and paper. “During the incident, it appears you encouraged the students to fight. What was your intention behind this?”

Aizawa leaned forward to speak into the mic. 

“I concluded that because we were unable to fully grasp the situation, it had to be done to avoid the worst possible outcome.” 

“What do you mean, ‘worst possible outcome?’” Damn it, now they were gonna dig and pry and use any answer to get under your guys’ skin to try and get the upper hand. “You don’t call twenty-six victims and one abducted the worst possible outcome?” 

“My assumption was that the villains would drive out students to their absolute limit and be killed.” Aizawa replied cooly, but you saw his own hands clench tighter and tighter with every word.

Principle Nedzu spoke up, though he was sitting in his chair with his arms crossed. “The gas attack accounts for most of the injuries. We concluded it was merely a sleeping gas from one of the enemies' quirks’. Thankfully, the quick response of Ms. Kendo and Mr. Tetsutetsue led to no grave injuries in the attack. In addition, mental support is being given to all the students, but at the moment, we see no signs of serious psychological damage done.” His voice was light, and while it wasn’t its usual cheery tone, it was calm and soothing.

“Are you saying this was a bright spot in this tragedy?” The reporter shot back, trying to twist the words of the principal.

“We believed the worst outcome is one that would’ve infringed on the future.” 

“Can you say the same for the kidnapped Bakugo? He enrolled in UA High with excellent marks and won first place at the sports festival. In addition, during the incident with the sludge villain in middle school, he resisted the powerful villain alone. He has a history of showing how tough and heroic he is. On the other hand, the violence he showed in the finals and his attitude during the award ceremony shows that he is not always mentally stable. What if the villains kidnapped him because they had an eye on him? Kidnapping him with deceitful words and dying him with the path of evil?” The reporter's long rant was not only pissing you off but your allies as well. The more and more the reporter went on, the more serious he got like he was uncovering some big truth about a fifteen-year-old. “What evidence do you have for saying he has a future?”

Oh hell no. How dare a stranger assume the life of some kid with anger issues? You’ve spent nearly every day with the kid, even if you don’t have him all day you’ve seen a glimpse into Kastuki Bakugo's life. He was emotionally unstable, but he really did have a hero's heart, even if his asshole-ish nature offset that. Aizawa stood up, and you prayed he wouldn’t pop off and snap at the reporter.

Instead, he bowed down and apologized. “As an educator, I take full responsibility for Kastuki Bakugo's violent behavior. However, his actions at the sports festival originate in what he considers ‘ideal strength’. He is trying harder than anyone in his pursuit of becoming the ‘top hero.’” Aizawa peeked up from his bowed form, eyes hard and sharp. “If the villains thought they had an opening, then I believe they are being short-sighted.”

There was a tense silence, everyone swallowing the weight of Aizawa's words. Even you were amazed at such a declaration of truth and care.

The reporter meekly lifted up his mic once more. “That is not evidence, though. It isn't a question of how you feel-”

You wanted to throw yourself across the table and throttle him. Thankfully your principal spoke up once more before you could ruin your career. “We are not standing around idly by. We will definitely get our student back.” The interview/apology was ended after that, you and Sekijiro mostly there just because you were there. 

“Aizawa wait.” You sighed, heels quickly clicking after him. All you trying to avoid the rush of questions that flew out in response to the abrupt end. “Your speech was inspiring. I have no idea how you kept your cool while that asshole dissed your student.” 

“I had no choice, flying off the handle or having a weak moment would do no good." You couldn’t help but feel like that was a dig to you. “They were only trying to get under our skin.”

You immediately became guarded once more, and you stopped back to leave the other way. “Well, I just came by to praise you, have a good day.” You felt disappointed that all he said to you was something negative, hoping for once to have a decent conversation.

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You had to move into dorms for the rest of the school year, possibly longer if Nedzu saw fit. The meeting was awfully boring, Nedzu was currently going over how the dorms will be set up and students expectations as well as teachers. “Blah blah blah dont fuck up the dorms blah blah blah set up good examples for the students blah blah blah don’t bring over random people and please don’t have loud relations with your coworkers-” Wait what-

The meeting ended, and everyone packed up their bags while having light conversations with the others. You walked over to Yamda snickering, face in disbelief.

“Hey Hizashi, what was that last part?” You asked breathlessly, a laugh on your lips.

Hizashi snickered beside you, and Nemuri smiled and shook her head. “Principal Nedzu basically asked us not to not have one-night stands and to not have loud sex with each other.”

“Oh my god.” You covered your mouth with your hand, doubling over in an effort to hide your laughter. Hizashi had no shame was laughing manically, Nemuri was just smiling and shaking her head disappointingly beside you. 

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‘Roommates’ were hand-picked by the principal, based on the quiz he had created and forwarded to all the staff members. You had honestly answered all the questions, and were now riding the elevator up into your new home. Someone told you (Hizashi) that the apartments were apparently floor-through plan, a luxury floor plan really. The whole floor was dedicated to the rooming, and it was awesome. You didn’t know who your roomie was, the principal keeping that secret as a ‘Fun surprise!’ The elevator dinged, and you hurriedly pushed all your boxes out in the small hallway, pressing the ‘keep doors open’ button over and over. Luckily it was the last of the boxes, all your clothes, decorations, and miscellaneous cooking wear. Being promised that things like couches, beds/bed frames, and microwaves would be provided. You still brought over things like spoons/forks/butter knives and real knives, plus plates and cups. 

You went to open the door, panting from all the exertion but realized it was already locked. So your roomie was already here..? You fished out the key from the bags you brought and unlocked the door. Opening the door you expected your roomie to have already decorated (you kinda expected it to be Hizashi, both of you bounced off each other pretty well) but the kitchen looked untouched.

Opening the door more, you saw the dining room and living room bare, as well as the hallway. 

Maybe they hadn’t had time to decorate? 

You shrugged and started to push the boxes in, too tired to lift them up and move them again.

“You’ll scratch the floor like that.” Your whole body froze, a dark gloom falling over you. That familiar irritating voice.

You looked up slowly, face contorted in a forced smile. 

Aizawa Shouta.

“What are you doing here?” There was no way, in all of Nedzu's wisdom and knowledge that you and Aizawa were roommates. For the rest of the year. Or maybe, the rest of your career.

“Isn’t it obvious? We’re roommates.” He shrugged like an open admission wasn’t a death sentence. 

“But, how is that allowed, we’re different genders?” You literally wouldn’t have minded if your roomie was the same gender or not, but it was the fact that it was him.

“Gender doesn’t equate to things like sexuality or self-restraint. Are you saying we shouldn’t be roommates because you cannot-” How he said this with a blank face bewildered you.

“No! I’m just saying we don’t work well together, we can’t go a single conversation without going for each other's necks.” You cut him off, now becoming bewildered. 

“Well then, I guess you’ll have to show some self-restraint in other ways.” He shrugged and turned to go back into the room he already chose, which was annoying because why did he get first pick?

“Okay woah wait,” You followed him, the floor changing from kitchen tile to the carpet in the hallway. “I’m the one starting fights? Says the man who always has something negative to say, or who always just cuts me off and criticizes me.” He opened the door, and you saw a glimpse of his bare bedroom. 

“I don’t always have something negative to say, you always have something to improve.” With that, Aizawa closed the door in your face. You growled out and angrily continued unpacking. This will be fun.

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Even if you were being sarcastic, living with the man was absolutely not fun. Aizawa's criticism and nagging got worse, and now he's deluded to actually fucking lecturing you like you were a kid.

You were hanging up old pictures of family members, along with scening paintings and newspapers with you in them.  Aizawa came out of his room, baggy clothes as usual and stopped you.

“Are you serious? Not only are you being extremely loud for eleven p.m., but you’re already putting holes in the new walls. You’re not even using the right nails, they’re going to snap after a few months of use.” He grabbed the hammer out of your hands, along with the nails you had in your other hand.

“I’m not even being that loud, plus who cares, I’m going to hang stuff up eventually why does it matter?” You tried to grab your supplies back, but Aizawa leaned away from you so it was out of your grasp.

“Because this is a shared living space, it’s rude to just hang stuff up without permission.” He set the tools on the ground, accidentally kicking over your pictures.

“Oh I’m sorry, do I need to ask you when to take a shit too?” You slightly lunged at him, puffing your chest out.

“Stop acting like a child, is it so hard to respect basic formalities?” Aizawa asked you, staring you down.

“Stop acting like a dick, is it so hard to be nice?” You threw his words back in his face, already pissed off.

“Enough, I’m tired already and you’re only putting a damper on my mood.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, turning back to his room. You found out he stole the larger room, with the walk-in closet and bathroom, leaving you with a tiny closet and no personal bathroom.

That was kinda how you two had been living for the past week, constant bickering over every single thing. Maybe he left stains on the tupperware and cups because of his horrid coffee addiction, or maybe you left your mess in the way of the living space, or maybe one of you just breathed too hard. Whatever it was, it started angry arguing with one or both of you storming out. 

Whatever, recently you started to train in one of the personal gyms at the school, taking out your anger on the environment around you instead of murdering your roommate. That was our only place of solace, being able to jump and crawl around and hone in on your close combat. To be honest, it had been lacking, and the event at the camp left you self-conscious and hesitant. Noting the lights were already on, you walked in and dropped your bag at the door, gathering some light to use as stepping stools later. Quickly swapping your sweatpants and sweater for your hero suit, you walked out of the changing room and froze when you saw a figure right beside you. 

Stepping out of the male changing room.

“Are you stalking me?” You turned to him, already angry.

“I could ask you the same thing, you seem to follow me wherever I go.” He snapped back, adjusting his capturing scarf. 

“Because you’re always there. Like, I can’t even take a piss without you popping out of the corner to tell me the amount of toilet paper I’m using is wrong.”

“That’s an inappropriate example.” He watched you storm off, going to your corner of the gym to start your practice. You quickly climbed in the air, running across the left side of the gym while doing flips and jumps. 

You could feel his cold gaze on you, analyzing your every move and jump. Self-conscious, you tripped mid-jump and panicked, years of hero instincts out the window. Your quirk deactivated, and you could feel yourself free falling through the air. You are fully prepared to hit the hard ground, tensing up your body to prepare for impact. 

Instead of hitting the hard cement, large hands wrapped around you, holding your back and stomach protectively.

“Are you not a hero? What was that?” Aizawa growled, quickly standing you up and holding your shoulders while he looked you over.

“I got nervous! I panicked!” You shocked him away, holding yourself.

“Nervous about what? You were doing fine.” 

“You! I could feel you judging me, so I just tripped and I freaked out!” Yelling at him, you missed his hand clutching over his heart.

“Freaked out? What if there was a student in danger, what if you were in danger?” His voice was getting as loud as yours was.

You clenched your fists, nails digging painfully in your palm. “Why do you care so much?”

Aizawa went silent after that, his face angry but he himself was quiet.

There was a heavy pause, he seemed to mull something over and you just sat angry at him.

“Because I will not let my staff be weak.” You looked away, already done with the conversation, done with him.

“I’m leaving, I’m done.” You tried to stroll past him, but he stuck out a hand.

“Wait.” You glared at him, and the bottom half of his face was engulfed with his scarf. “Train with me, let’s spar together.”

“Why would I ever-”

“Let me finish. It’ll allow me to train you to be better, and would let you get your frustrations out on me.”

That was..odd for Aizawa. You couldn’t deny the idea of beating Aizawa into the ground didn’t seem fun, but the idea of him being a teacher to you made you feel a type of way. You thought about it for a moment, but eventually, your anger won you over.

“Fine, but don’t blame me if you walk into your classroom limpiING-” Your sentence was cut off when Aizawa swept his feet under you, knocking you into the ground. You lay on the ground, arms flexing with the burning desire to knock his teeth out. 

“You’re on asshole.”

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His strong hands clutching you, only there for seconds while he threw you to the ground, his dark eyes following your every movement, fast and calculating, the way he was so sure of his movements, fast and strong.

Those were images and thoughts that ran in your head when you stepped into the shower, hands delicate over blooming bruises and scratches. You managed to get a couple of good hits on him, your knuckles still raw when you clocked him right in the jaw and your legs slightly shaking when you pushed him off of you. Aizawa never fully gave you the chance to use your quirk, allowing you to fully focus on hand-to-hand combat, his specialty. 

“You need to work more on your confidence and ability in close combat. Tomorrow we’ll do the same thing.” His monotone voice was a little more tired than usual, and he held an ice pack to the same spot where you punched him. 

“Same time?” Your voice was just as tired, and you barely kept in a yawn. He simply nodded in response, turning in for the night.

Those interactions, those thoughts kept you up all night, wondering why thoughts of him infected your mind.

You turned over, needing sleep to make lesson plans and help with schedule planning.

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At first, training with Aizawa was fine, not great, but not exactly bad. But over the recent few weeks, he seemed to get even meaner than before, if that was even possible. You learned quickly he was holding back on you, and it made your class time very awkward.

"Hey, Ms. where'd you get those bruises from?"

"Rough night?"

It was embarrassing, especially the rougher he got.

"Fuck." You coughed, a swift kick in the chest downed you, and now you leaned over on your knees panting for breath. "Jesus dude, this is just training not the real fucking thing." You looked up at him, hand cupping your injury.

"You could have easily avoided that. I overestimated your skills. Get up." He didn't even sound sorry.

"Let me catch my breath first damn." 

"No, get up. Do you think a villain will give you the same opportunity?" He taunted, hands on his hips while he looked down at you. 

"I would've blinded the villain by now, give me a break." You waved him off, and he took the opportunity to grab your hand and haul you up.

"Or they could've killed you by now. You need to be stronger. Get ready." Aizawa quickly got into stance, fists ready to punch you again.

"Aizawa. Give me five fucking minutes, that hurt like a bitch." You backed up, creating a wide berth between the two of you. 

He stood up, and because of his baggy hero suit, you couldn't see he was still flexing his muscles. 

"See, was that so hard?" You sighed, rubbing at your chest. Taking a deep breath in, you looked up and closed your eyes. You yelled out when suddenly he tackled you to the ground, flipping you over to twist your arm.

You scratched at your bandages, fucker gave you a goddamn professional indian burn. A while back some of your advanced kids took their finals, each had to write three different essays about three different historical moments in their lives, in hero history, and Japanese history. You had put off grading them until the summer break since that was what you were originally planning to do at the start of the break. It was hard to grade so many papers when your arms and hands hurt like a bitch, and it was hard to focus with an achy body that hurt all over. 

Groaning, you threw your head back and sighed, feeling a major headache growing on your head.

"What's your problem?" Aizawa's voice came from behind you, opening your eyes you saw his upside-down form sipping from a kitty cat coffee mug.

"Other than you, these goddamn papers. I put them off and now I have too much work to do." You sat back up, picking up your red glitter pen. You heard him sit beside you, the couch dipping under his weight. Aizawa picked up a random paper, skimming over it while he placed down his coffee cup.

"If you can't do it by yourself-"

"I can, thank you very much."

"-then I suppose I could help you. It doesn't seem that complicated." He shrugged, quickly putting his thick hair up in a bun. You watched his hands, and heat pooled in your cheeks at the sight. Even after all this time, you still couldn't deny the aggravating man wasn't attractive. His strong and long neck which was usually hidden was just so…hot. For lack of a better word, it made you feel like a medieval man seeing a woman's ankles for the first time.

"That's because that's one-third of the students' final, and that's the personal essay. If you want, you can do the personal ones while I do the hero and Japanese ones." You pushed the large stack of papers towards him, handing him a black glitter pen. His thick fingers slightly curled around your hand at the contact, making you swallow. 

"Seriously? Do you not have any normal pens?" He asked, deadpanned.

"Nope." You turned away quickly, drinking some water to cool your body. What was wrong with you? 

You scratched at your bandages again, wishing you could just rip them off. Suddenly, hands engulfed your forearm. 

You turned over to your injury, seeing pale olive hands adjusting your bandages. You looked up with wide eyes and watched him fix them for you. 

"Stop messing with them. You're going to agitate it more, and it will be more painful tomorrow." Aizawa's voice was firm, but his hands were so soft. So caring and gentle, fingers kindly moving them so they covered up everything. He looked up at you, awaiting whatever snappy response you had.

"You're agitating." 

And for a moment no one did anything. The only sound was the whirring of the AC and the tick tick ticking of the analog clock above the kitchen doorway.

"You're infuriating." Aizawa responded, but there was no bite in his voice. Subtlety, every so subtlety, you two inched forward. His strong hand left your forearm to your shoulder, and you dropped your pen to inch your hand to his thigh. 

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, eyes solely focused on him.

You didn't know when, or where, or even why but sometime from when you met Aizawa to now, you sought for him everywhere. Even when he pissed you off more than anyone, you still wanted him to look at you, talk to you. You were the one always inviting him for drinks and hangouts with the staff, always tagging him along when you stayed at Hizashi's house. Even if he hated it, you always sent him cat memes and tiktoks, or sent him videos about coffee or teacher hacks. And every time he would grumble or complain something about professionalism or how it was stupid of you to do so. But every time, he'd respond, every time he tagged along, and he would even send you tiktoks back, things he thought you'd like.

It had always been him. And it was always you.

You were so close, your hand on his chest, his heart was hammering, almost as fast as yours, and his hand was splayed on your back, holding you. So close.

"OH FUCK! GET IT!"

That broke you both out of your trance, both of you pulled your hands back like they burned.

You quickly looked at the coffee table in front of you, staring down while your white knuckles your knees.

Aizawa cleared his throat but said nothing.

"EEEEE!"

Hizashi's loud squealing reverberated around the home, and you laughed. Mostly out of nerves, but still laughed.

Aizawa sighed, cursing under his breath. "Fucking Hizashi and his fear of bugs." 

Wiping a tear from your eye, (from embarrassment maybe?) you turned to look at him. Aizawa was also pointedly avoiding eye contact and had already snatched up the pen and paper again.

"I remember watching the footage from your guys' finals, that shit was hilarious." You giggled, face still red. 

"Not so much when he ran to the emergency showers screaming his goddamn head off. I had to follow him to make sure he didn't blow the damn building away." With quick hands he put down his hair again, but not before you saw how red his ears had become. Not only that, but you saw him trying to hide his shaky hands.

Leaning over you also continued your work, like you were supposed to, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach and the raging blush you were sure you had. 

Later that night, laying alone in your bed you screamed into your pillow. A horrifying realization that was going to make your life so much harder.

You hated Shouta Aizawa as much as you loved him. And you were almost sure he felt the same.

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HOT DAMN, OVER 11K WORDSSSSS. literally crying /j this is now my magnum opus. i hope this gets at least one like because FUCK lmao

anyways, was planning on writing an alt ending but idk, eat up bitches. reqs are still open lmao. also if yall want specific emojis for anon that's okay

edit; literally pissed, i used the wrong name for present mic, I used his last name instead of his first km, dw I fixed it so his dialogue makes more sense now

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I need more stuff about Miguel x Peter x MJ x Reader😭😭 (fills my need for a polyamorous relationship :') )

Poly relationship Headcanons | Miguel x Peter B x MJ x Reader

a/n: Me when I accidentally became a polyamorous relationship promoter/advocate 🫣 Thanks for the requestttt <33

SFW

MIGUEL IS IN LOVE WITH YOU

He always has been, ever since you first mumbled an 'I love you' while half-asleep and cradled in his arms that one morning. He woke you up just to tell you he loves you too.

Marrying you was only natural, since you complete him and he was the only one to understand you, too. When Miguel looks at your eyes, the only thing he wants is to get lost in them forever. You being his wife is something he'd always boast and mention in the PA system in Spider Society tbh (not because he was a lonely oldie before u 💔) but because he's happy you're with him in everything he does. Your presence as he works, as he hyperfixates about the multiverse, as he eats, as he sleeps, has made his life ultimately better.

MJ HAS A CRUSH ON YOU

She started having butterflies in her stomach for you at such an inconvenient time—before getting married (for a second time) with Peter B. You were there beside her, helping her breathe in and out when she doubted Peter B would even be at the end of the aisle.

She could've sworn that your eyes sparkled in that blue dress you wore as her maid of honor. She almost made the stupid move of kissing you as you were comforting her, but that must've been the wedding jitters, right? Right? (She realized she was wrong when she returned from her honeymoon and palpitated when she saw you in a dazzling outfit).

PETER B THINKS YOU'RE COOL

Not as cool as his wife (obviously), but he absolutely enjoys your company. When you visit his and MJ's house to babysit Mayday or to have a chat with his wife (or him, though not as often), your good vibes spread throughout the house. Peter considers you a reliable confidant.

When him and MJ were running out of ideas on how to feed Mayday vegetables, you came up with a solution to hide them under a heap of rice. When Peter was having trouble thinking of what to give MJ after an argument, you suggested he just apologized clearly and authentically, and everything would work out. Peter starts getting suspicious of you, though, and why you know so much about his wife.

How did you four decide you wanted to be in a relationship with each other?

Honestly, you have Peter to thank for that. He realized that his wife's feelings for you were getting stronger by the day and that your feelings for her were getting harder to ignore every double date night. He didn't think it was bad—on the contrary, he just wanted you two to confess, so you could talk negotiations.

At one point, Peter just asked outright, "Do you guys have a thing for each other?" And you two laughed like crazy while him and Miguel were like ??😫??

The answer was yes.

For Miguel and you, it didn't affect your relationship in its entirety. But he was a bit pouty. "Am I not enough for you? Is there something I'm lacking?" was his mantra at the start of it, but you had to reassure him that this wasn't true. You're always open and transparent with him, which made him trust your judgement. Also, you give him more kisses to stop him from sulking a lot 🫶

For Miguel and Peter, it made them a bit awkward at first, before Miguel realized that no other spider-person checks up on him or dotes on him as much as Peter B does. Peter B always left small offerings for Miguel when he worked late at night in the 2099 lab. "I brought you a blanket me and Mayday crocheted. Don't forget to rest, big guy! Sleep on the floor if you have to. Better than not sleeping at all." Miguel keeps all the notes Peter leaves him.

For MJ and Peter, it was more of a 'how-to-explain-this-to-Mayday-thing,' Especially, if Mayday was at that stage where she would be able to tell what kissing, what romance, and the like could look like. Neither of them were that worried though. "I mean, honey, Mayday sees a lot of insane stuff in Spider Society all the time~!!" Peter B would argue.

For MJ and Miguel, it brought them a bit closer, considering they had more in common now. MJ hoped that it wouldn't be so weird for Miguel, but every now and then, she says something like this: "So, your wife tastes good— I mean, your wife's cooking tastes good! Her pork carnitas are amazing. Yes, that's what I meant. Sorry." "Be honest, that's not what you meant."

For you and Peter, it definitely opened up more bonding opportunities. Despite you four dating, you and him always think of each other as besties; which is why you both peer pressure your two lovely, more reserved spouses to stuff like kayaking, boat rides, halloween trick-or-treating. "Hey, do you think MJ and Miguel would be cool with going to an adult playground for brunch?" "IDK, Will there be brunch?"

For you and MJ, it was basically extending your already-intimate friendship to even more intimacies. She cuddles!! A lot!! And you kiss her on the forehead, just as many times as she needs it!! Your relationship with her was an understanding one; she always initiates touch with you. "Baby, stay here for longer, please." "MJ, you're so cute, but Peter's like... right there"

RANDOM STUFF

In terms of cooking skills: You > Miguel = MJ > Peter B

MJ would bake for you! Cookies and bread for you to take home so you can munch on them when you and Miguel would watch movies and cuddle at the sofa at night.

Peter B would invite you and Miguel to picnics or beach outings with him and MJ!! He would always bring Mayday to play frisbee with him and Miguel, if ever it was a 👁family-safe👁 occasion

Miguel would ask MJ for help when it comes to surprising you for your birthdays. He understands that you're BIG on birthdays, so he needs all the help he can gets to make sure the day is extra-special for you!!! He'll dress up as a bunny just to make you smile 😞

SUPER MARIO PARTY and Peter B always chooses Bowser Jr.!!!! Miguel likes Donkey Kong "just because" and MJ picks Yoshi because he's silly-looking.

The first one in Spider Society to find out that the four of you were dating was Gwen. Because she was about to drop off the hair-dryer that she borrowed at your doorstep, only to see that Miguel and Peter kissed as he and MJ were leaving your house.

Gwen tried keeping the secret, buuuuuut she told Miles, who told Pav, who told Hobie, who told Margo, who told Noir, and at some point, Lyla just had to inform Miguel that the secret was out 🤓

In terms of who gives the best back massages: Miguel > Peter B = MJ > You

For everyone's sake, do not give a back rub.

The four of you love each other 🫶 and it's so evident in the way all four of you stay supportive in everything you guys do and in the way that you're all tender with each other's presence

Thank you for reading ✨ I'll upload an nsfw version if it's in demand (feel free to request)!!

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🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 Please can I request a 17 with Ominis? If it hasn't been done yet? Thank you so much!

YES AN OMINIS REQUESTTTT I love my precious boy so much! I hope you enjoy! I really really liked writing this one :)

17 - "for years i have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence."

Warnings: None :)

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The letter wrinkled a bit as she kept it clutched it tightly. She had received it less than a day ago, but she had already memorized every word, reading it over and over again as the train rattled across the tracks.

It was from Ominis--the man she had loved since they met at Hogwarts. Even as the years had passed, she had never found anyone that compared to him. She closed her eyes, reflecting on the words once again, so lovely in is neat script.

My dear friend,

I no longer have the strength to carry on as if I do not have a war brewing inside me---as if it has not waged since the day I met you. I've always known this want and desire is nothing but futile, but I cannot let it go unknown any longer.

I am in love with you, as the sea loves the shore, as the day loves the night. I am incomplete without you; a mere man in misery, longing for a heart he does not hold. For years I have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence, knowing I should be grateful you consider me your friend. But I could not help it. Do you even comprehend the music that is your voice? The fire that is your touch? I cannot describe it. There is so much to you I could never put into words.

I am sorry for this letter. Sorry you read the words of a man so filled with longing, he lets it destroy him. You need not reply. You need not apologize for the beauty that has so completely ruined me.

Forever yours, though you are not mine,

Ominis Gaunt

She had booked a ticket to the next train to Hogwarts, unable to properly express herself in words as he had done. She needed him to know she felt the same. She needed him to know she was hers, completely.

When the train stopped, she rushed to the Floo station, and found herself in Feldcroft in an instant. He had bought a small cottage there after school, wanting to stay near Anne and Sebastian. It had been too long since she had visited him. She never knew his heart had ached the same as hers when they were apart.

Her knuckles rapped against the door, and she held her breath, the letter still held tight in her hand. Finally, the door opened, and there he stood---beautiful, but a bit distraught. His hair was messier than usual, not kept in neat, perfect place, and there were shadows under his eyes. They both stood there for a moment, in silence. Then his mouth opened as he said her name---he had smelled her perfume.

"Is it... what are you doing here?" His voice trembled. His hand held tightly to the doorframe beside him.

"Is it true?" she asked, desperate. "Ominis, is it true, what you wrote in your letter?"

His lips pressed together, and he sighed, hanging his head. "Every word. I told you, you didn't need---"

"I needed to tell you that I feel the same," she said, stepping closer to him. "I can't say it as beautifully as you, not even half as well, but I love you, Ominis. I always have."

His posture changed immediately, tension falling from his shoulders. "You... you love me? Truly?"

Her hand came up to rest on his cheek, pulling his face to turn towards hers. "Truly," she whispered.

He couldn't bare another moment with distance between them. His hand cupped her face, thumb brushing over her lips before bringing them to meet his own.

And for the first time, he felt complete.

[agreyraincloudd]

Hii, for the TLK prompts could I please have 11 and 8 with Sihtric please

thank you for the requestttt enjoy!

Sihtric x Reader

Prompt 11. "I won't let anything bad happen to you"

You and Sihtric were…indifferent to each other. 

You found him obnoxious and cocky and he had on many occasions told you just how much you annoy him with your facts and critiques. And yet you made a perfect team. Much to both your dismay. So when Uhtred suggested you and Sihtric sneak into Eoferwic first following the siege of Brida, you tried not to sign too loud. Sigtryggr explained the underground tunnels leaning deep into the city and as you and Sihtric stood shoulder to shoulder you held the Pagan charm around your neck - praying for safety as the number of men you’d have to avoid were recounted. 

Night had fallen when you finally made your way over to the tunnel entrance to the city. 

“Is this a sewage way?” You were already standing knee deep in the water as you looked up at Uhtred and Sigtryggr. The latter nodded as the former laughed. 

“It is” 

You said your farewells to the men as you turned and shoved Sihtric through first. He stumbled slightly before shooting you a glare over his shoulder, the two of you stepping into the dark. 

“What’s the plan then pretty boy?” His second evil glare of the day made you smile. 

“Get in, locate Stiorra, make an accurate account of Brida’s men and get out”

“Unseen, unheard”

“Exactly”

The water had risen to your hips and a drop in the unlevel ground had you trip over yourself, falling against Sihtric. He grunted as you landed against him and sloshed the murky water up his back. His arms had caught himself against both sides of the small tunnel when you fell, stopping you until you readjusted your footing. 

“Are you done?” His voice was snappy and mean. 

He was more tense than usual. 

“What’s wrong with you today? You usually thrive in these circumstances”

“I’m walking through shit water with only you for company. This isn’t exactly how I thought I’d be spending my night” 

“Sihtric Kjartansson” He turned fully to face you, the water just above your waist. “Are you scared?”

He looked at you deadpan, holding his ax close to his chest before he turned back and continued on. 

“Aw little dane do not fret”

“Y/N” He warned. 

He whipped around and took a step toward you when a voice sounded overhead. Somewhere along the way you had entered the city walls and were standing under a drain, a man yelling commands at someone from above. You shoved Sihtric against the wall with your hand over his mouth, hoping the ripple of the water wasn’t too loud as you moved. With one hand covering his lips, you pointed up as his brows furrowed in confusion, his hand enveloping your wrist and head nodding in understanding when he realized what you pointed at. 

"I won't let anything bad happen to you"

When the man above the drain seemed to move on, Sihtric leaned into your neck, whispering by your ear. 

“Stop goading me” He pushed your hand back down to your side as he carried on walking. You decided to pin the way your body tingled to the frozen water around you. 

Following your silence you finally made it to the drain grate you needed. Working with Sihtric, while your attitudes towards each other made small talk difficult, came easy to you. In silent motions, you fell into action with him. His hands held your waist as he lifted you toward the opening above you. You were used to the way he made you feel by now but it never made the way his touch sends waves through you any less obvious. You’d been at war with yourself for months before a drunken conversation with poor Osferth had you confessing your attraction toward the dane man - you only hoped the planned ignorance to said feelings would be enough to stop them from turning into something more than physical. 

With a huff of struggle you managed to lift the grate and pull yourself up, scanning the small alleyway before turning and offering your hand down to him as he did the same. 

You knew the routine of spying by now, you left each other swiftly and parted to find your way to higher ground while he found Sigtrigga’s people and wife. You were by no means the vision of a soft saxon woman but didn’t look dane enough to stand beside Brida’s men unnoticed so you crept around with your bow drawn. 

Under the cover of night, you managed to slip through the streets and crawl upon a tall house to look down on the crowd in the centre. There Brida stood, savage and blood thirsty as she tortured Christan men and called out for Stiorra. You counted how many danes walked in and out of sight and noted the barricades they’d crafted around the main gate. You went to move on when a hand grasped your ankle and dragged you down. You gasped when the familiar eyes of Sihtric found yours. He pulled you down in one great yank from the thatched roof, his body over yours as he shushed you. Silently, he rolled off and pointed toward where two men were making their way around the edge of the city, their eyeline directly falling where you had previously sat should they look that way. A nod from yourself thanked the man and you went to signal when something caught your eye. From across the rooftops, the slight disturbance of movement from a drain behind Brida’s execution ring made you freeze. 

Stirorra. 

You pointed her out to Sihtric who looked equally as relieved to see her alive, albeit hiding in the tunnels. 

“Come on” You slid off the rooftop with Sihtric just behind you. He was close and you presumed he’d follow until he pulled you back and into a shadow. 

“You can’t just walk over there”

“I can-” You pulled your arm out of his grasp. “-and I will”

“Don’t be foolish, we have no idea how to get to her” He had to lower his voice as he got a little heated. The presence of both of you so deep behind enemy walls putting the two of you on edge.

“We’re scouts. We will find a way”

“Y/N” 

He went to argue again when you turned back to him, closer this time, more riled up.

“She is Uhtred’s daughter and my friend. I will not leave here knowing she’s trapped”

He took a step toward you, one too big not to make your breath stop as he was inches from you. You were both breathing heavily as he calculated his words. 

“I will not risk your safety for others”

“It’s what we do”

You barely felt the brief touch of his fingers against yours. A hesitation on his part as he tried to contain himself. 

“I would allow it for anyone else but you”

“Do not make this about me”

Somewhere along on the way you’d gotten closer to each other, the darkness offering a blanket of testing as you pushed further than you’d usually allow - his breath against your cheek as he begged. 

“It’s not that easy to stop thinking about you when you’re right here” 

“Sihtric”

“We need to go. We can tell Uhtred what we saw and at first light they’ll come for her. We know she’s safe” 

“I would do the same if it was you down there and you’d do it for me”

He stopped. 

“Wouldn’t you?”

He hesitated before agreeing. 

You carried on pleaing “If we figure out how to get down to her-”

“We can’t take everyone alone and more than two of us will be a challenge to the gods to get caught” He whispered. You went to respond when his hand cupped your cheek suddenly as he lent his forehead on yours. 

“Stop fighting me on this”

You did - allowing yourself to savor the moment. 

“Okay”

You pulled away from each other. Your blood ran thicker as the adrenaline had you on edge while you made your way back to the tunnels - Sihtric close behind. 

The cold water was a somewhat welcome shock as you lowered yourself in.

“We’ll get her back Y/N” 

He misstuck your contemplation for worry after too long letting the sound of the water flowing around you fill the silence. 

“Do you want to kiss me?”

You didn’t turn to face him as you led the way down the tunnels. 

“What?” Your question threw him off. 

“If I asked you to, would you?” 

He pushed past you and stopped you in your path, eyes worried as he looked you over. 

“Why are you asking?”

“You know why?”

He wet his lips with his tongue. 

“Would you like me to?”

“But you don’t like me” It was almost a question. 

You saw him swallow.

“We need to keep moving” You tried to pass him but he moved into your way. 

“Who told you that?”

“What? That you don’t like me?”

He laughed. This whole situation was laughable - waist deep in water under a captive city with the one man who made you feel so…bothered. 

“You hardly made offerings of friendship to me Y/N”

“You have teased me since the first day we met” 

You urged him to keep walking, talking to each other as you stared at his back. 

“You threatened to punch me”

“Only because of how rude you were”

He looked back at you. 

“I’m a dane”

You shoved him forward but he pulled you with him. 

“I will kiss you if it is what you want?” 

“Do you?” 

“Are you asking me if I want you?”

“Yes” You were frustrated and tired and didn’t understand the feeling of his lips on yours until he had pulled back. 

“What was that?” You almost shouted. 

“You wanted me to kiss you?”

“I asked if you would want to?”

“And I did”

“Why?” 

You had been playing this game with him for so long - the back and forth, the stares and the looks. It finally made you snap as the sudden burst of want wracked you. 

“Because I am in love with you” His smile faded. “Because I love you”

“Why do you act the way you do around me then?”

“Because you do. You act cold and mean and I only give you it back”

“I act that way because I don’t know how else to deal with how you make me feel” You were both quiet until you pushed on his chest. “Don’t smile like that” 

“How do I make you feel huh?” He was teasing. Even in the dim light you could see it. That smirk. 

“You piss me off”

He took a step toward you.

“Oh I do, do I?”

“Yes you do” You felt like stomping your foot had you not been standing in such deep water. 

“And is this you finally admitting you have feelings for me”

“If I admit such things can we get out of here”

“When we do, will you let me kiss you again?” 

You hesitated before pushing him with a smile toward the exit, mumbling a yes. 

You tried not to act so differently around him when you surfaced at the other end. But among all the telling, informing Uhtred about the number of men, of Stiorra, you noted the way Sigtryggr smiled to himself when he caught Sihtrics fingers brushing yours.

[halamet-chalamet]

So i have a requestttt can you do a mgg or Spencer reacting to his s/o getting bangs? I just recently like chopped half my hair off and got bangs

Sis same! I would love to, let’s gooooo

It wasn’t a big deal. People cut their hair all the time. But it kinda felt like a big deal. My hair was lighter, I felt prettier, and I was no longer getting neck pains every time I wanted to wear my hair down. Spencer was out of town on a case for a few days, but tonight he was coming back. The hair cut I got two days ago was now being restyled in the mirror so Spencer could see it at it’s best.

“Y/n, I’m home!” Spencer’s voice echoed through the small apartment.

“Hi!” I ran out of the bathroom to wrap my arms around his neck. “I miss you Spence. You’re home early!” I muttered into his shoulder taking in his familiar and missed scent.

“Y/n?” He asked pulling away a little.

“Yeah?” I asked. Oh i almost forgot!

“Your hair…” he started, running his fingers through the newly shortened locks.

“Yeah…” I began to feel self conscious, what if he didn’t like it.

“You look so…” he was totally speechless. He had only ever seen me with long hair. “Pretty.” He finally breathed out.

“Do you think so?” I absentmindedly fixed my bangs.

“Yes! Yes I do!” He exclaimed, raising his voice and octave. He awkwardly cleared his throat, embarrassed by his voice when he gets flustered. “You look pretty.” He said more assured this time, still enamored by the new look.

“Thank you!” I kissed his nose which made him scrunch his face.

“Y/n?” Spencer’s voice asked as I started to pull away.

“Yeah?”

“Can I brush it?” He asked in almost a whisper.

“Yes…” I tried not to sound as happy that he asked to brush my hair as I actually was. “But first let’s get you settled back home!”

[ael-draw]

Your art is so gorgeous, thank you for sharing it with the world 😭

Do you have a favourite Aizawa or EraserMic fic?

Anhw, thank you so much!! 👉👈 I'm so so happy that you find it gorgeous 🥺

(Somewhere in the background, you can hear Oboro and Hizashi wheezing their soul-)

Ahh, that's a good question !

I've read so much fanfiction in my life that I doubt I can remember every title x) (the fact that I started reading in English like two years ago didn't help, there is sooo much more like that 👀)

But, recently I've diged in the /reader side of AO3 with Aizawa (there is so much stuff with him there, and I still can't believe I've manage to reach the oldest one published, in like two months lmao), I'm just so fond of fluff fic that makes my heart melt even if there is some sadness in it and Aizawa is an amazing character for that 😳

So my two fav' currently are "A gentle touch" (AO3), it's soooo soft even if it's breaking my heart because they all deserve so bad to be happy 🥺🥺 and "Hating you as well" (AO3 and Tumblr) even if I couldn't bring myself to read the latest update yet 😭 (I fear so much the angst, because I crave happy endings for my mental health well-being lmao)

Thanks again for asking me, I'm happy to answer it 😁

(pls, do not repost my art on other platforms ;;)

[ad0rebrial]

I just really loved your Ashley Campbell date thing, and might I ask for more Ashley love? The vision I had was her favorite things to do with reader (preferably a reader with long hair)

YAAAAAY ANOTHER REQUESTTTT!!!!! IM SMILING SO MUCH RIGHT NOW!!

It is true, we do need more Ashley love and I’m here to provide it! Thank you so much for requesting this!

EDIT:TUMBLR ACTED STUPID AND NOW I HAVE TO START ALL OVER ON THIS.

Ashley Campbell’s favorite things to do with her S/o.

Number one - Sleepovers! Ash’s one favorite thing to do with you is have sleepovers with you. The sleepovers may seem very classic, but you both make it very fun for each other! the night before the sleepover you two gather up crap tons of snacks and drinks just to eat them all while binge-watching some of your favorite TV shows and movies. not only that you two also play some board games for hours on end, talk about people from your school, and even braid each other's hair! as adores your hair so she makes sure to style your hair very nicely and she’s very happy that your hair is pretty long because now she can do lots more stuff with it!you too must try to pull all-nighters every single time you have a sleepover it’s whether to pull an all-nighter or go to sleep around five in the morning and sleep for half of the day.

Number 2 - Walking To Class Together! you both have a daily morning routine at school before the bell rings you two will wait for each other at one another’s locker every morning just so that you both can walk to class together or whichever class you both share! it’s unbearably obvious that you two are a couple due to you both holding hands while you speed walk down the halls of the school and head to your class even if you two don’t share the same class you still walk each other to class and go your separate ways until class of yours finally occurs. It’s like you both attached to the hip!

Number three - Shopping! Ash loves shopping and she loves you too so put that together and you got a fun time on your hands shopping with Ash is like getting spoiled because she will buy you whatever you want and if you’re behind a few dollars on something that you do want to buy, she will lend you some of her money just so that you can buy it for yourself despite the arguments that you may have because of her doing this she still does it for you just to see you happy even though you don’t really appreciate her spending her money on you just because you didn’t have enough money to spend on your own, but you do appreciate her effort and making you happy and allowing you to get something that you wanted in the mall and swear that you’ll pay her back, she tells you not to do so! Not to mention, she loves your hair. She have long hair herself, but she just loves yours as soon as she saw it she immediately fell in love with your hair. It just looks so lovely so why might get some accessories for it?

Number four - Taking a Walk! this one may sound boring but trust me it’s not boring in the slightest with the two of you as two will be walking with one another holding hands and chatting about everything! This ranges from how your morning went and just talking about random things that pop inside your head that you would like to share with the other person for whatever reason. The other can rant over something and the other will listen carefully and pay attention to what they are saying. sometimes you both get sidetracked and end up. I’m doing more than just walking around the town. Sometimes you find yourself getting a bite to eat or just running off to the park!

Number 5 - Dates! Ash loves herself some good dates with you! She enjoys your company so why wouldn’t she enjoy going on dates with you? Ash considers whenever the both of you hang out it’s a date she can’t help but automatically think that every single time you find yourself hanging out with another or having a sleepover or anything that involves you two spending time together she just thinks that it’s lo date that you are going on!

Number 6 - picnics! ash loves herself a good picnic with you normally one of you would be in charge of the drinks and the other will be in charge of the snacks. That’s usually how it goes for when you are having picnics. You pick a nice lovely day to go on a lovely picnic with one another to just get out in the sun and enjoy yourselves just having each other‘s company and eating some nice snacks and having a nice cool drink to go along with it!

overall, Ash can’t help but love you dearly she finds herself craving your company and your love almost every single day she’s attached to you by the hip and you know it her love for you continues to grow and consistently does so there’s nothing that she can do to control it either nor does she want to. She loves everything about you and she loves spending time with you every single chance that she gets to spend time with you, she takes it immediately in a heartbeat. It’s the fact that she loves you completely from inside and out. She loves your hair how long and lovely it looks. She loves your eyes and she could stare into them for ages and ages, she loves your sense of style because it’s so unique. She loves everything about you and she shall continue to do so.

I’m so happy that I got another request. It makes my day when I receive request from you guys and I know that had to return my gratitude to you guys! I hope this request meets your expectations and thank you so much again for requesting! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 

[gayassbish]

EEEE THE HIGHSCHOOL AU IS SO CUTEEEE!!

If you take requests - could I have- dating headcannons for Furina with that Highschool Au? I’d love to see the bratty cat in action :D

Tysmmm and remember to drink water 💙

OMG OMG MY FIRST REQUESTTTT!! YESS OFC I’ll get on that right now… ooo I already have some ideas in mindddd hehe and thank you anon! Remember to wear your seatbelt!

Love, Roo!

[whats-k-popping]

same hungry anon one more time!!

last requestttt pls emeto an high fever-----]

kIM NMAJOON kimseoKJIN MINNF YONG JUNTK KOHSEOK BARRK PINJIMN KIM TAEHYUNG EJON JUGNKOYK GTS

Welcome back Anon! I got both your asks and kinda combined them since one was a ship and ones a symptom request. I hope that's what you wanted. Please enjoy! Thanks always for the request!!!

Pairing: MiniMoni - modern setting non-idol AU || romantic relationship between members

Words: 2113

Warnings: Romantic relationship between members || Sick Member || High Fever || Fever Delusions || Emeto/Nausea

Jimin’s been waiting at the cafe for nearly an hour. He’s sipping on his third water and the waiter he’s shooed away four has been giving him curious looks from the counter. Jimin interprets those looks as pity. Jimin said he was waiting on someone. 

It’s no secret to anyone in the cafe that Jimin’s supposed to be on a date. He’s dressed up. He’s wearing make-up. His hair is styled. He knows he’s naturally attractive, but he still always goes the extra mile to impress. He can’t help it. He really likes Namjoon. And he wants Namjoon to like him back. 

Jimin checks his phone constantly. He re-reads the conversation where they made the plans over and over again. Does he have the wrong day? Wrong time? Wrong cafe? No. It’s all clearly laid out. Jimin’s done everything right, but his hyung couldn’t be bothered to show. He can’t even be bothered to answer any of the 17 texts Jimin’s sent him in the last hour. 

It’s past the point of hoping. It’s nearing the desperation category. He has to accept the facts- he’s been stood up. At the one hour mark, Jimin apologizes to the waiter and leaves a large tip on the counter for wasting a table. He exits the cafe devastated. 

The sadness doesn’t last long before it’s replaced with rage. How could Namjoon do that to him? Namjoon’s the one who asked Hoseok to connect them. Namjoon’s the one who put effort into the conversation while Jimin was still testing the waters. Namjoon is the one who keeps asking him out on dates. He’s determined to give Namjoon a piece of his mind. 

He calls Hoseok, huffing through the microphone when his hyung answers, “Hobi-hyung. Where does Namjoon-hyung live?” Jimin does little to suppress the fire in his voice. 

Hoseok hesitates to answer. He can tell Jimin’s mad about something. But it’s not his fight. “I’ll text you the address.” Hoseok replies before hanging up. He knows he doesn’t want to get caught in the middle. But he’s secretly rooting for the couple. Whatever it is, he wants them to work it out. 

Once Jimin’s got the address on his phone, he’s en route. It’s not even three blocks from the cafe. Jimin rolls his eyes, Namjoon must think he’s not even worth 200 meters. It hurts his heart. He would’ve traveled 200 kilometers from Namjoon.

He’s standing outside of Namjoon’s door. A glimpse of doubt crosses his mind. Is it really worth it? What’s he going to gain from shouting at Namjoon? But rage wins out in the end. He’s furious and he wants Namjoon to know it. He knocks hard against the door. It’s an old building, the door rattles with his knock. He’s worried the hinges might just fall off. 

He knocks again, lighter this time for the door’s sake. But to add some urgency to the situation, Jimin shouts, “Namjoon-ssi! It’s Jimin! Open up!” He doesn’t care that the neighbors can hear him. 

There’s rustling behind the door. Jimin notices how thin the walls are in the building. Why does Namjoon live here? Jimin hears a raspy cough approaching the door before it opens, revealing the man in question. “Jimin-ah?” Namjoon asks, his voice is hoarse. He coughs into a tissue that he’s holding in his hand, “How did you know where I live?” 

Jimin bites his tongue. He had so many words he wanted to say. He had his whole speech planned out. He put so much effort into being angry. But when he sees Namjoon, pajama-clad, pale, sweaty, sick Namjoon, all that anger just washes away. He feels like an ass for ever thinking Namjoon would stand him up. He should have known something was wrong. “Hobi-hyung.” The younger answers, shuffling around in the doorway. 

Namjoon turns away to cough. A deep hacking sound that must be painful. When he looks back, he’s confused. “Okay. Why?” 

Jimin bites his lower lip, “Because I asked for it.” He tries to sound cute. Hopefully Namjoon’s not mad about him showing up uninvited. He clearly wasn’t expecting company. Maybe he can change the subject before Namjoon asks any more questions. “You don’t look so good, hyungie.” 

“I don’t feel so good. I’ve been sick since last night.” Namjoon hunches further. The open door is fully supporting him at this point. His knees wobble. He can’t stand for much longer. “I think I caught the flu.” 

Jimin brushes his fingers across Namjoon’s sweaty forehead, tsking at the fever he feels. “Come on, hyung. You should be lying down.” He puts one hand on Namjoon’s shoulder and the other on his waist. He guides Namjoon back to the make-shift sick bay he finds in the main room. He sits Namjoon on the ratty second-hand couch and wraps a blanket around him. Jimin thinks the couch looks older than he is. 

He takes in the rest of the room. There’s a cooking pot on the floor half-full of vomit. It’s starting to leave a smell in the air. Crumpled tissues are everywhere but the waste bin. Namjoon doesn’t seem capable of taking good care of himself in his current state. So he decides to stick around. He grabs the vomit filled pot, “Hyung, where’s your bathroom?” 

Namjoon points in the general direction of several closed doors. Jimin snorts out a laugh and decides to just wing it. He locates a storage closet and Namjoon’s bedroom on his travels. But finally finds the bathroom and rinses out the pot. He finds a cleaning bucket in the bathroom and thinks that might be more appropriate for Namjoon to use to be sick into. He brings it back to the main room and sets the bucket next to where Namjoon sits. He then picks up the used tissues and throws them away. 

Answering the door proved to be too much, Namjoon is spent. His fever’s steadily rising. The elder watches Jimin move around his apartment. It’s such a domestic feeling, like Jimin has moved in with him. He thinks of asking Jimin to move in. “Jimin-ah is so pretty,” Namjoon says aloud. Jimin blushes shyly and thanks him, resuming cleaning. “So so pretty. No, handsome. Jimin-ah is so handsome. My handsome boyfriend.” 

Boyfriend. Namjoon’s never called him that before. Because they’ve never officially established if they were boyfriends or not. But Jimin doesn’t hate the sound of it, so he doesn’t correct him. Besides, Namjoon’s just muttering things out in a fevered delirium. He won’t remember any of what he says once the fever breaks anyway. “Hyung, when did you eat last?” 

Namjoon has to think about the question. He vocalizes and dramatizes the thinking with uhs and ums. “I threw up. Before you got here.” He says finally. It’s not the answer to Jimin’s question. But it’s the only thing he can come up with. He knows he ate. He just can’t recall when or what. He does know that it didn’t taste as good coming up as it did going down. 

Jimin seems to understand. He wonders how Namjoon was managing things before he arrived. It scares him to think about Namjoon being so feverish all by himself. What if he’d passed out? He shakes the thought from his mind and decides on making toast. If Namjoon’s throwing up, he should stick to a bland diet. Once he’s got the toast, he puts some rice in the rice cooker. If Namjoon can stomach the toast, maybe he could eat some plain rice later on. 

When Jimin goes back to the main room, Namjoon’s got his phone in his hands. The elder’s face falls, “I forgot about Jimin!” He exclaims with fervent worry. “My date with Jimin! Now he’s going to hate me.” Blankets fall off the couch as Namjoon scrambles to get himself untangled. 

Jimin sets the toast aside and goes to console his bo- his Namjoon. “Joonie-hyung. Hey, Hey. Jimin’s here. I don’t hate you hyung. You’re sick. I forgive you.” The younger whispers soothingly into his hyung’s ear.

“Jimin-ah. When did you get here?” Namjoon asks once he realizes Jimin’s sitting on his lap, “How did you know where I live?”  

Jimin just chuckles at the question to avoid the same go-around. He presses his forehead against Namjoon’s and feels the fever boiling under his skin. There’s no medicine bottles around, so he assumes Namjoon hasn’t taken anything recently, if at all. The fever is concerning, and Jimin wants to get it under control. “Hyung, do you have any medicine?” He realizes he’s probably not going to get a coherent answer from the sick man. But it’s worth a shot. 

“Bathroom?” Namjoon replies questioningly, like it’s a guess. Thankfully, Jimin already knows where that is. 

All the medicine in Namjoon’s bathroom cabinet is in liquid form. He smiles fondly thinking that the tall, strong man he’s falling for can’t swallow pills. He reads each bottle carefully, checking expiration dates and dosage information. He doesn’t want to unintentionally make Namjoon sicker. He brings back a bottle of fever medicine and a bottle for nausea relief. But he’s too late. Namjoon’s got his whole head in the bucket, retching and splashing sounds echoing through the room. The slice of toast he set aside is gone. Jimin swears he was only gone for maybe 7 minutes, tops. 

Too late to change anything now. Jimin rushes over to comfort his hyung as he expels the simple piece of toast. “Oh, hyung.” The younger coos, brushing back Namjoon’s longer strands of hair. “You shouldn’t have eaten it so fast. Small bites for upset tummies.” Another hand strokes Namjoon’s back. 

“But I’m hungry.” Namjoon makes out between heaves. It was only one piece of toast. Why is it taking so long to get it all up? 

“I know, jagi.” Jimin validates, no use trying to argue that the hunger Namjoon’s feeling is probably just nausea. “Once your stomach settles, we can try again. But little bites next time.” 

Namjoon picks his head up and wipes his mouth on his sleeve; Jimin cringes. “Okay, okay. Little bites.” The sick man agrees. 

Jimin doses and administers the anti-nausea medicine and the fever reducer quickly before preparing a second piece of toast. This time he doesn’t leave it unattended. He rips off small bits for Namjoon to slowly chew. He sneaks in little ice chips for Namjoon to suck on as well. 

A half hour passes and Namjoon seems to be on the mend. His fever’s going down, he’s more aware of his surroundings. He's been able to keep both the toast and medicine inside his stomach. And now he’s tired. Jimin sits beside him, using one hand to massage Namjoon's neck. He sees Namjoon start to doze off. “You want to go to your bed?” Jimin asks.

Namjoon shakes his head. “Movie night?” He asks, “To make up for the cafe date?” He really feels guilty about it. But he’s grateful to have spent the afternoon with Jimin anyway, even if it wasn’t how he originally wanted. 

Jimin’s certain Namjoon won’t make it 10 minutes into a movie. Drowsiness was a side effect of the fever medicine, he recalls reading. But he doesn’t want to leave just yet. So he agrees and grabs the remote for Namjoon’s TV. “Sure, what do you want to watch?” Jimin wraps an arm around Namjoon, pulling him closer. He opens his chest for Namjoon to use a pillow. 

“Will you be my boyfriend?” Namjoon doesn’t hesitate. 

“I’ve never heard of that one. Is it new?” 

“I’m asking you, Jimin-ah. Will you be my boyfriend? Like officially,” The sick man asks again. “I wanted to ask you on our date today, but…” Namjoon doesn’t finish the sentence. They both know what happened. 

It’s not the romantic way Namjoon wanted to ask. And it’s not the romantic way Jimin wanted to be asked. But it’s perfect all the same. Jimin blushes a deep red and kisses Namjoon. “I will absolutely be your boyfriend.” 

Namjoon chuckles, “Don’t kiss me, you’ll get sick.” he scolds. 

Jimin kisses him again, just to spite him. Namjoon’s not pulling away, so he can’t be too bothered by it. “I won’t care. You can show up unannounced to my apartment and take care of me,” he kisses again. 

“How will I know where you live?” Namjoon asks. 

“Hobi-hyung knows.” Jimin answers. 

Namjoon’s eyes get wide, “Is that how you ended up here?” Jimin roars with laughter. 

They put on a movie, random. Neither of them cares. Namjoon’s snoring before the opening credits even end. And Jimin’s entertained just by watching the rise and fall of Namjoon’s chest.  

A/N: As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

[moonxknightx]

hihi!!! i just found your page through the nsfw moon knight headcanons and LORD IM OBSESSED. followed immediately. anyways, i have a requestttt

matt murdock rough fucking you in the guest room at foggy's house cause you guys are staying over or somethin- but like half-heartedly trying to keep you quiet, spanking, squirting, basically matt being a smug fuck and then just...fucking the reader like his life depends on it

matt makes me very voyeuristic hdgulfdgdjf

bonus points if theres a little scene at the end of y/n, matt, and foggy all having breakfast together and foggy avoiding eye contact, y/n not being able to sit quite right, and matt drinking his coffee like nobodys business

thank you thank you thank you!! hope this is okay, if it isnt, totally fine, lmk <33 much love mwah mwah

THIS IDEA IS LITERALLY GOLD OMG

I’m gonna start writing this right now i swear😩

I’ll tag you in it once it’s finished! (And i’ll use the prompts you send me😉)

Also thank you for following me, i’m really happy you liked the nsfw headcanons for the moonboys❤️

[sageteapost]

THANKS FOR DOING MY REQUESTTTT IT WAS SO NICE!!! your so talented ;v;

~✨anon

❝My pleasure.❞

AWW thank you!! I'm so glad you liked it. And nice to meet you ✨ anon! When you get the chance, could you send me your pronouns so I can add you to the anon list?

~ Mod Noct

[turtle-babe83]

Oh my I have another requestttt. 94. And 132. With Mr. Sex (Raphael).

Requested by @raphielover

Absolutely hon! Rough stuff with Mr. Sex himself 😈

Pushing Buttons

Raph x F!Reader

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only

Lick.

Lick.

Slurp.

Your thighs trembled, sprawled on either side of your boyfriend’s face. He was in one of those moods tonight. You had to admit it was partly your fault. You had been in a bratty mood, pushing and poking at the big bear until you finally woke the beast. In his defense, he warned you what was coming if you didn’t behave.

The last thing you had said that pushed him over the edge was, “Don’t threaten me, buster. I am an independent woman. I do what I want.”

His big hands massaged your ass, giving the occasional smack. His tongue thrust deep, rubbing just the right spot, bringing you to the edge again, and then back to licking your juices like he didn’t just ruin another orgasm.

“Raaaaph,” you whined, desperate to cum.

A deep, “Hmm?” rumbled against your swollen folds.

Your clit was bordering on raw, he had lapped and sucked at it for so long. His chin ought to be pruny from how wet it was. He was relentless in his feasting, but you didn’t think you could take much more.

“Please Raphael,” you pleaded.

Raph chuckled, “Ya must be serious using my full name like that.”

He nibbled on your labia, teasing with his teeth, until he drew a long moan from your lips. You pressed your cunt harder against his mouth, rocking your hips to encourage him to put you out of your misery. Instead, you felt a huff of air from his snout warming your mound as he nuzzled you. Damn him! You needed his tongue, his finger, his cock, something to fill you up!

“Raphael, if you don’t stop teasing me, I swear to-“

Suddenly, with his ninja speed, Raph sat up, holding you tight as he flipped around and you found your back to the mattress edge, legs shoved up to your shoulders (thank god for all the yoga you had been doing). His long, thick tongue lapped the crease of your ass almost violently, then plunged deep into your pussy. A loud cry ripped from your throat as he plundered your hole. He stabbed deep and fast, the bed shaking from the motion of his head bobbing down. His hips rolled as he ground his leaking erection into the end of the mattress for relief. Your whole body was shaking as your orgasm began to build again.

The band in your belly was stretching to nearly painful proportions when suddenly, it snapped. You wailed as the euphoria crashed over you, and while you still quivered, your big bara stood, setting the heels of your feet on his shoulders as he lunged forward. His huge cock never failed to shock you, no matter how many times you two fucked, and as he filled you up in one thrust, your pussy clenched greedily around him, your release still too fresh. A deep churr vibrated your entire body as Raph shuddered in response. Then, the lust took over.

His grip on your ankles was bruising as he held your legs up in the air. He was slamming his cock hard and deep, low growls and churrs rumbling like thunder. You gripped the sheets in tight fists as you just held on for the ride of your life. Every thrust jostled you, sending your boobs bouncing and your breath hitching. And what made it all even sexier was the tight control he held onto. You would have marks, but he would never intentionally hurt you. He was always too careful for that. If he caught even the slightest hint of your pain or discomfort, he would stop instantly. He might struggle with controlling his temper, but when it came to you, he was a master.

Abruptly, he pulled out and before you could protest, you were unceremoniously flipped onto your stomach. You yelped as you felt his teeth sink into one plump cheek, then he slapped it for good measure.

“Raph!” you shouted, indignantly.

“That’s for runnin’ yer mouth earlier,” he grunted, shoving his cock back into your welcoming heat.

He punctuated each of his next words with a hard thrust, “Act. Like. A. Brat. Get. Treated. Like. One.”

God, he felt so good. You could feel drool gathering in your mouth, about to spill over. But words like that could not go unchallenged. So you swallowed hard, and clenched your inner muscles around him, hearing him groan in response.

“I might be a brat….uuuhh mmmm….but, you fucking…ah, love it!” you managed to whimper.

Raph grabbed your hips roughly as he began to pound. Your ass jiggled against him as he rocked harder and faster, savoring your breathy moans of his name, praising his abilities with every cry from your lips. You were caught up in your second orgasm of the night, this one more intense than the first, when he spilled his seed hotly into your womb. A few pumps more, and he was empty. He pulled his still half erect cock from your body, watching his cum dribble down your shaking legs with satisfaction. Lying next to you on the bed, he gathered your limp form into his arms and pressed sweet kisses to your sweaty forehead. You nuzzled into his neck, feeling like a sleepy kitten.

Raph whispered into your ear, so sweetly and tenderly, the words almost didn’t register, “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.”

You were too tired and much too satisfied too retort. He could win this one, you decided. There was always tomorrow night….♥️

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[petersnya]

life before | anakin s.

anon ask; Hii can you write an anakin one shot about how reader and anakin are talking about there lives before the jedi order and anakin tells the reader about how great his mom was but the reader had an abusive mom and they just can’t relate? it can be fluffy with anakin telling the reader that they turned out so much better than their mom or something like that

thank you for the requestttt :) i changed it just a tab bit (the mom wasn’t physically abusive) and made it fluffy and angst. i hope you don’t mind! hope u enjoy it - xo 🥰

warnings; none really- fluff, angst (lowkey cried but it’s fine) , kissing, cursing, just cute shit lol wc; 1k+

“She was… amazing.”

His life before the jedi order sounded damn near wonderful. You couldn't imagine him as a child anyway other than happy.

But your life was the opposite. You had two siblings- an older sister and older brother. Your grandma stayed with you, your parents and older brother (your sister was twenty five and moved out as soon as possible). Now, you loved your family- to death. You would do anything for them; but your mother was a different story.

She didn’t physically hurt you, but she caused many self esteem issues. You couldn’t even walk past her without a negative comment coming for her that hurt like a ton of bricks being dropped on you at once. So, naturally, your bond gravitated to your grandma and older sister. You didn't like to talk about your life before the jedi order, so you just sat and listened to anakin. You didn't mind either. It was nice seeing him so happy. How light his blue eyes got as he reminisced.

So, you continued to sit, with a smile on your face, and listened.

“- oh! And this one time when we.. sorry,” he let out a breathy chuckle, “i'm talking too much. What was life like before the jedi order?”

Your stomach stank at the thought of your life. Not the it was like you lived like a slave, and were abuseded or neglegted. You were just embarrassed. For some reason, you felt like it was your fault- like you could have done something different to make your mom actually care for you how you wanted her too. But it was too late, and that feeling of guilt never went away.

“Oh no- no, no, no it's fine i promise.”

“No really. I've known you for what..two, maybe three years now? And you have never told me about your childhood,” Anakin looked at you with a grin, anticipating for you to give him the details he wanted. The two of you were sitting on his bed in his quarters- leaning against the headboard, but Anakin had shifted to sit in front of you. He shifted your legs that were criss crossed open for him to be closer to you; staring at you with love in his eyes.

Ugh, I don't deserve you.

Anakin's smile faltered. You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at him with confusion. Then it hit you. Usually your force walls would be up, but you were comfortable with Anakin, so you kept them down when you were with him.

“Why would you say that?,” you could feel his aura- and it was strong. It was filled with sadness and confusion. The same feeling of guilt that you felt for years ran through you as your heart cliched at the sight of anakin's shoulder slumping.

You slowly moved your hands away from his- he had been cradling them loosely. Your fingers started to pick at your nails, your breathing becoming shallow- trying your best to avoid his gaze. The feeling of your heart rate picking up quickly sounded in your ears. You watched anakin's mouth move but you couldn't hear a thing - the only sound was the fast thuds sound in your head. Flashbacks of your mom looking at you in disgust filled your head- and all the sudden.. You were a nine year old kid again. Once you became twelve, you started having flashbacks of the bad part of your childhood; those flashbacks led to panic attacks. Just small ones though. You never told anyone. To this day, you still talk to most of your family, and you still have yet to tell them. But you can't bring yourself to do it.

“Hey… hey.. y/n? Are you okay?” Anakin's voice was filled with panic as he watched your video eyes stare past him as a black wall. He didn't know what to do. He had never seen this happen before.

Anakin's hands flew up to grab the sides of your face. He tried his hardest to get deep inside your mind to figure out what was going on. You continued to stare as Anakin shut his eyes tightly- focusing solely on you. Then he got in.

Only flashes went by. Memories of your mother yelling at you, then you running to your sister and her holding you tightly as you cried. Then another flash went by. You were sitting on your bed- shaking as you stared blankly with tears streaming down your face. Anakin groaned in what seemed to be pain as he watched you. He soon realized that this memory was recent. Just as anakin's force got to weak for him to hold it much longer, he heard you whisper in your memory-

“I'm sorry ani.”

Anakin's eyes snapped open as he watched you take a deep breath. Your breather slowed to normal- you looked down at your hands and noticed how red your fingers were. “Damn it,” you cursed under your breath as the realization sunk in. there's no way you just did this in front of anakin. No fucking way.

He didn't even speak. He didn't say a word. Anakin's arms just wrapped around you tightly while holding you head to his chest. Your fingers instantly went up to his hanging padawan braid and twirled it, trying to take your mind of what happened.

“I'm so sorry ani. Im so fucking sorry for not telling you-”

“No. no please don't be sorry y/n/n. It's ok. I've got you,” Anakin pulled you fully on his chest, lifting your head slightly to connect your lips in a tender kiss. Your lips molded together like puzzle pieces. And everything stopped. Everything that you were worried about just faded into nothing. You felt safe. For the first time in a long time, you realized just how deeply he carried for you. And you felt the same.

Your lips moved in sync with passion. He soon moved his lips from yours and smiled. He didn't need to say anything, cause you knew what he was thinking.

you will never go through that alone again, cause i’m right here with you.