#bonus points if they leave their own merch next to him

[jupiterjelliez]

moon should be happy, he’s sleeping

[honeyabyss]

Mc falling asleep next to them

Lucifer:

he had been working nonstop for hours now and the pile of yet to be read and signed documents wasn't getting any smaller

you had been sitting in his study silently working on your own assignments, that was until you've finished them about an hour ago

pacing his room in boredom and looking at the stuff he keeps in his closets (mostly books, records and demonus)

"Could you stop wandering around, you're irritating me!" Lucifer is stressed, annoyed, etc and your sighs, constant footsteps and opening and closing of closet doors, didn't help him to concentrate

you could have left the room and found something else to do, but you were determined to spend some time with him, as the evening work hours are quite literally the only hours where you can be alone with him

so instead you seeked permission for putting on a record to have at least some entertainment, which was both a good and a bad choice at the same time

yes you had something to enjoy and relax to, but the relaxing part worked a little bit too well

after a good ten minutes you were sleeping peacefully, stretched out all over his sofa with no care in the world

"I'm going to take a small break and get some coffee. Do you want something as well?" Lucifer asked only to be met with silence, which he didn't appreciate

he was about scold you for being rude, when his gaze fell on your sleeping form and the words seemed stuck in his throat

how could you sleep so peacefully right next to one of the strongest demons of hell, he honestly didn't know if he was pleased you found comfort in his presence or if he should be annoyed that you don't take him serious enough

nonetheless you seemed to have a good sleep and as this is often near impossible in the House of Lamentation, he decided to let you sleep

he got himself his coffee and once back in his study he moved his workplace to the small coffee table and took a seat next to you on the sofa

he adjusted your form so you weren't hanging half of the edge and put his coat over your sleeping form for some warmth

"Foolish little lamb, letting your guard down in a house of wolves, good thing I'm here to protect you..."

Mammon:

"And then I, the Great Mammon, made an action movie worthy escape and totally didn't run away in a panic, because Lucifer was chasing me..."

he had been telling you how exactly he got into the situation of hanging from the ceiling once again, as you've tried as careful as possible to cut him free, which was harder then expected with the way he kept moving around

once finally free, he dropped onto the ground, whining about the rope burns he got basically all over his body, though demons heal quicker, it still wasn't a nice feeling

with a sigh you offered him your hand and pulled him up and away to your room to give him some of the salve Satan had made you the last time you had accidentally cut yourself while cooking

you sat a flustered Mammon onto your bed while you went ahead and searched through your bathroom cabinets that were filled with products Asmo had gifted you, when you finally found it you asked Mammon to hold still while you put some salve onto his burned skin

"W-what?! N-no way! I don't need your help, I can do that on my own!" and with that Mammon stormed away with your salve and locked himself into your bathroom

you knew better then to argue at this point, Mammon would do what Mammon wants to do...until he fails and seeks protection behind your back...

be it because he is embarrassed, doesn't know how to open the salve tube, or because there were so many rope burns...but Mammon took quite long to apply the crème, leaving you to wait for him for at least half an hour now

helping out Mammon can become quite tiring, not that you mind helping him or don't like being around him, but a nap sounds nice right now

and so you lay down in your bed, it is after all your room, and just because Mammon is currently camping out in your bathroom, doesn't mean that you can't take a nap

Mammon comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, he probably needed a few more minutes to build up courage to face and thank you, but he is met with the sight of you sleeping on your bed

Mammons brain is working overdrive, trying to figure out if he should leave the room quietly, wake you up or stay and watch over you...then again he doesn't want to be seen as a creep by you, but he can't deny that he would like to stay with you

he carefully climbs into bed and pushes you a bit further in so you sleep on the wall side and don't fall off in case you move, it takes five more minutes until Mammon risks putting his arm around you all while holding his breath in anticipation of your rejection, when none comes he settles a little closer to you and falls asleep as well

"Don't worry my human, the Great Mammon is gonna keep you warm and protected in your sleep!"

Bonus: even though you two fall asleep next to each other with only Mammons arm wrapped around you, expect him to wake up on top of you holding you like your his pillow

Leviathan:

it was 5am and Levi and you were currently waiting in line in front of a shop to get your hands on a new limited edition Ruri-Chan figurine

surprisingly enough even though you turned up quite early, there were a good amount of people in front of you

the shop would only open a 9am so you still had a long time to queue in the coldness of the devildom morning

"Ah that is not fair! We planned everything so carefully, it was the perfect timing, why aren't we first in line?" Levi complained while standing on his tiptoes to be able to see and count the demons in front of him, coming to the conclusion that if everyone were to buy one figurine he'd still be able to buy one for himself...and whatever you might want

you weren't the happiest when he told you about his plan a few weeks prior and getting woken up this early you might have been a little slower than usual in getting yourself ready, now that you were here you couldn't help but feel a little guilty

you tried to cheer Levi up with the argument that if you were longer in line that also meant you could spend more time together, which resulted in Levi turning into a blushing but happy mess

you put down the blanket you've brought and made yourself comfortable on it, Levi joining you but looking a bit stiff from the closeness

you ate a breakfast consisting out of sandwiches made with whatever was left after Beels midnight snack, which wasn't much but better than nothing

afterwards as there was still a lot of time to pass you started to play some games on his Switch, trying to stay awake

the emphasis lies on 'trying', because after 2 hours or so you start to fall asleep, eyelids and limbs heavy, you don't have the energy left in you to fight the sleep and so you nod off, your head falling onto Levis shoulder who had been inching closer over the period of time...to be able to better see the Switch display not to be closer to you...

Levi.exe has stopped working

there he sits red as a tomato with Mc sleeping on his shoulder, the queue in front of him starts to pack up and move as the shop gets ready to open up, his Switch display is showing the game over screen, his mind feels fogged over and he has no idea how to react now

Mc just fell asleep and Levi feels guilty to wake them...but they have to move...

"H-hey Mc? T-the line i-is moving? Wake up....please..." his attempts are way to quiet for you to hear and even as he gently shakes your shoulder you do not wake, leaving Levi quiet in a dilemma

"N-no other choice..." he says as he packs up the stuff alone, leaving only you sitting on the cold floor...he can't just leave you here..

Levi turns into his demon form, his hands shaking and eyes flitting across your from and over the crowd of other demons, before he carefully lifts you into his arm, his tail wrapping around you as well for more stabilization, so he has one hand free to carry his shopping bag later

he never bought something faster than that day, he got his figurine and even bought you some anime merch he knew you had stated to like, all while feeling like he was running the worst fever of his life and receiving stares, giggles and smug smiles from way too may people, that was enough attention for at least a century for Levi...but he did like holding you in his arms

"This is not fair! I have to deal with all the embarrassment while you sleep...but I guess it's okay if it's for you..."

Satan:

Satans last anger fit had caused way more damage than usually, it had taken place in the library when Mammon had tried to steal a very rare book about spells, to sell it after he found out how rare it actually is...now that lead to Satan throwing down and emptying almost all bookshelves and kicking Mammon through the room

While Mammon was strung upside down from the ceiling, Satan was forced to clean up the library alone, but you had pity on him as there were quite a lot to clean up, if Lucifer doesn't find out you helped there will be no consequences

Satans opinion about you helping was split, first of all he was really thankful for the help even though he was at fault for the chaos, having to clean up all alone was a bit much, but on second thought Satan was worried that you tried to go against Lucifers orders, he's proud of you for defying his eldest brother but also feels like it's a stupid idea

but you have made your mind up and so while Satan repairs and stands up the shelves, you begin to put the books in, you might not know the exact way they stood like Satan, but for now getting them off the floor is the priority

there aren't many words spoken as you silently work away, only once in a while you point out a book which got a bit more damage, the cover hanging off loosely or a few pages ripped out, you two decide depending on the damage if it can be fixed or not

every now and then Satan asks you to hold a piece of a shelf together while he fixes it, he is surprisingly fast and knows exactly how to repair it...just as if he had to do it more than once in a while...

"Oh Mc? Can you give me the screwdriver? No no that one, the one with the cross head is what I need..." you had no idea there were so many different tools, and wouldn't be the slotted one sufficient if you just angled it right? Satan just laughs and let's you try it for yourself, only for you to fail, he then shows you how to do it correctly guiding you through fixing your first shelf

"The last shelf is standing again, I'll help you with the book now." Satan pointed out, a small ray of hope now that only the books were left, you didn't reply, which honestly wasn't really necessary, but a small affirming noise would have been nice, so Satan tries to keep the 'conversation' going, while he works on the books with his back turned to you

"...you're still ignoring me? Are you angry at me for making such a mess? You know you didn't have to help...you can go, no need to act like all high and mighty!" he was getting angry again, yes he did make a mess, but he didn't do anything to you! Had he? He couldn't remember, but humans might interpret actions and words differently…he didn't want you to be mad at him, and neither did he want to get angry at you, but with you ignoring him it became quite difficult to keep his voice low

having enough and wanting to make up before it gets worse, he makes his way over to you, who was leaning against a shelf with a book in your hand

as he sits down next to you and turns your body to him through a guiding hand on your shoulder, he startles, you fell asleep in a sitting position? That sounds more like something Belphie would do...Isn't that uncomfortable?

You must have been exhausted after filling up three shelves of books and fell asleep midway on your fourth shelf, Satan chuckles amused and relieved you aren't mad at him but simply sleeping

He picks you up and brings you to your room where he lies you down in your bed, covering you with the blanket and hesitantly stroking your hair before going back to cleaning up the library

"Thank you for being so patient with me and helping me! You can rest now and I'll make it up to you later!"

Bonus: he will most definitely take you out on a date of your choice, even if he doesn't enjoy the idea as much as you

Asmodeus:

Asmo had taken you out shopping, as he claimed his wardrobe was not having the right clothes anymore so he had to get new ones fast

he had dragged you through town for the whole day and you two only returned home late in the afternoon, you completely exhausted and ready to drop in your bed, while Asmo while being slightly tired, still insisted on putting on all the clothes and showing them off to you and his followers on Devilgram

he entrusted you with his D.D.D to take some nice amazing shots of him to gain even more followers, though that seemed impossible as it already felt as if the whole population of hell was already subscribed to his account

but as long as all you had to do was hold the D.D.D up and click the screen for a picture, you were fine, you sat down on Asmos bed trying not to disturb the bags of clothes that lay there as well

Asmos screen lit up nearly every few seconds with a new message, how did this man not get crazy with all the message?! And he must check them all, because whenever you write him, he is on and writing back instantly...maybe you should steal his D.D.D from time to time to get him away from it...

While Asmo was changing into new clothes in the bathroom, you could hear him humming a happy tune, clearly in his element and enjoying his time, which made you happy as well, but the exhaustion was still plaguing you and the bed felt unbelievably comfy and on top of that the humming of Asmo was slowly lulling you into sleep

"Oooh Mc~ I especially like this top! Just look how nicely it fits, it shows of my best parts, which are all of me haha...hey Mc?~ Look at me!" Asmo pouted as you stayed put on his bed, and climbed over your form, already expecting you to start pushing him off, only to get concerned when you don't

then he sees your eyes are closed and you seem to be peacefully asleep, he instantly coos at your sweet sleeping expression, the back of his hand caresses you cheeks softly, but you don't react much besides moving a bit into am ore comfy position

Asmo backs off and begins to put down his bags, then he tucks you under his covers and climbs right in with you, pulling you close so that you lie on his chest, his arms encircling you to keep you put

the pictures for Devilgram are forgotten for now, they're not running away anyway, you two can continue another time, but for a beauty nap sounds good

"Oh Mc! You look so cute when you're sleeping...next time tell me you need a break, I'm happy to cuddle you while you're recovering!"

Beelzebub:

you had decided to stay a bit longer at RAD today, because you still had something to discuss with one of the teacher, as well as doing some research for an essay that was due next week

most of the brothers had already left for home or different work related activities, except Beel who had Fangol practice today after school, and as you were not allowed to walk around the Devildom without someone accompanying you for protection, all that was left for you was to wait for Beel to finish his practice, which usually took place for about two hours

you sat down on one of the benches at the side of the field, waving to Beel so he knew you where you were and could keep an eye on you

you worked away on your homework and checked you D.D.D from time to time replying to all the messages you got

the practice seemed to be still not finished even after two hours had passed and you were getting a bit tired from sitting around, but you also couldn't just wander off, Beel might start worry...plus the risk of running into a less friendly demon was still a thing

so you shifted from one position into another not really being able to get comfortable on the hard wooden bench

the ground seemed to be comfier with every minute passing, and so you lay down ignoring the weird looks of the team and trainers, you're body simply wasn't made to sit on this bench longer than necessary

"Here you can wrap yourself in this...it's getting cold. Training is almost over, just hold out a few more minutes!" Beel came over and gave you his jacket and you quickly put it on revelling in his warmth

but here is the problem the jacket made you feel so comfortable that you fell asleep, right on the floor next to a few dozen demons

"We're finished! I'm hungry, let's go get something to eat, any wishes what you want?" Beel was packing his stuff and rambling on about how he could eat at least one year worth of food, training having starved him quite a lot

but when you didn't respond he grew worried and kneeled down next to you, gently resting his hand on your side, he simply laughed when he saw you fell asleep, he is used to it due to Belphie, so he carefully picks you up and carries you home, deciding to order food once there

just Beel giving you a piggy back home, softly smiling to himself and being happy you've come to be so at ease around demons..still at bit worried, but he'll protect you, no worries

"I'll stay by your side until you wake up...and then we can eat lots of good food...please just don't sleep too long or I might have to eat before you wake up."

Belphegor:

so there he was, sleeping, on your bed, in your room, without an invitation...and honestly it wasn't even a surprise anymore, coming home after a work shift at Hell's Kitchen and just wanting to sleep, but no there was no space for you on the bed

I have no idea how, but he manages to occupy the whole bed, and hog blanket and pillows to himself as well

if only he was easy to wake, just to tell him to move over, but no he wouldn't wake up unless you pulled the big guns and nobody wants to face the consequences after one dumped water bottle on his head, it would be a hundred times easier and less dangerous to wake Satan

but you were really tired and just wanted to cuddle into your bed, maybe you could maneuver him with a bit strength..actually forget that...you could always call Beel for help to carry him to his own bed, but by the way he was clinging to your blanket and pillows, that would only end in a empty mattress to sleep on and then you would get cold...

honestly it was his own fault at this point you had threatened him to do it, but he had just laughed it off...

and so you climbed into bed and lay down on top of him, wrapping your arms around him so that you would get at least his body warmth if not the blanket

to your surprise he didn't wake up and he was really comfy, his rhythmic breathing was really relaxing and it didn't take you long to fall asleep

after some time Belphie wakes up with you wrapped around him, he quickly realises that you're asleep, but is stunned nonetheless that you would actually have the guts to sleep on top of him with the risk of waking him up in a bad mood

"That's quite bold of you! You didn't think I will let that slip though, right?" he chuckles amused but shifts nonetheless to make room for you, his embrace is tight, and he hopes just a little bit that you wake up, so he can tease you, but you stay asleep looking content with your new position

"I suppose I could go for another nap...now that I have my favourite pillow with me, sleeping will be even better!" he cuddles you, just like the blanket and pillows...which you don't get any of by the way, but you get Belphie so that's even better, he's gonna keep you warm, don't worry

"You're such a odd human...no idea why I like you...anyway just stay here in my arms and sleep!"

Diavolo:

yesterday was amazing, Dia had taken you to a trip in the human world and you had showed him around, visiting as many places as you two could

what you didn't know was that he had actually sneaked out of the castle to spend time with you

well you didn't know until a very angry Barbatos opened a portal right in front of you two and started lecturing Dia for at least one hour

you felt a bit guilty that you were the indirect cause of this and quickly apologised to him promising to make it up

so here you were in Dias office, overseeing him to do his work so he couldn't sneak out again and Barb didn't have to find him

after all if the reason for sneaking out was right in his room then he had no reason to go, besides the intimidating amount of work left on his desk after yesterdays excurse

Dia worked concentrated for most of the time, only now and then staring out of the window or talking to you

"Isn't it boring to watch me work? I can work alone, I promise to run away...or else Barbatos might get a heart attack from shock of seeing me gone again" he chuckled while signing another document

you reassured you didn't mind sitting next to him in silence, you had a good book borrowed from Satan, tea and cookies from Barbatos and you could stare at Diavolo all day long

your last statement made Dia flush red quite quickly and he tried to distract himself with his work, he slouched over in his chair trying to escape your gaze, but you were having none of it

your arms snaked around his waist and your head came to lean on his shoulder, Dia stiffened not sure how to react he liked the feeling of you hugging him, but now he was scared to move too much as not to disturb you or accidentally hit you with his elbow while trying to write

after a few more documents his eyes flit over to your face, cheek squished against his shoulder, eyes closed and breathing calmly

"Mc? Are.. are you sleeping?" he is whispering trying not to be too loud in case you are truly sleeping, and that you are! A soft smile graces his lips, nobody was ever this relaxed around him, he is proud and wants you to stay asleep as long as possible

he keeps working until Barbatos knocks on the door, coming in and announcing to have brought more tea, only to stop when he sees the sight in front him, Mc holding onto Dia, head resting on his shoulder and sleeping, while Dia put his finger to his lips to tell him not to be too loud

you sleep for an hour or so until Dia really has to move, apologising multiple times for having to wake you

"I'm glad you're able to relax around me, please continue to be yourself! My shoulder is always there for you to nap!"

Barbatos:

"You liked the cake that much? I'm flattered! I could teach you how to make it if you'd like?"

you had been over for tea at the castle and the chocolate cake with black-as-hell cherries was the best cake you've ever ate, it was bittersweet in taste not too much sweetness and not too much bitterness, paired with the melting chocolate, you could have eaten the whole cake on your own

you doubt you'd be able to get the same ingredients in the human realm but maybe you could find similar ones, so you were more than willing to learn with Barbatos

and so you arranged to meet the next Sunday afternoon for a baking session

Barb let you into the castle already awaiting you at the door even though you were early

you two worked on the cake, Barb explaining each step carefully, even for the easiest steps he takes his time to explain and help you, being very patient with you no matter how much you screw up

"Next we have to melt the chocolate in a pot. Wait a minute I turn on the stove for you" while you put the chocolate pieces into a pot, Barb moves behind you and turns on the stove, his arms brushing your sides, yet he stays fully focused, what can't be said for you

the cake is put together quickly with you two working together and while it bakes in the oven and the chocolate is meting, you two go ahead and start cutting and coring the rest of the cherries to decorate the cake later

"Here have a taste, they're bitter at first but the aftertaste is nicely sweet!" He holds out a cored cherry for you to taste and eats one himself, smiling gently at you while you sniff at the fruit first, which smells exactly like a normal human world cherry

the only thing left to do is wait for the cake so you two sit down for some tea at a small table in the kitchen, talking about the week, when Diavolo calls for Barb and he quickly excuses himself to help the prince out

the sweet aroma of the baking cake, the warmth of the tea and the very comfy chair you're sitting in, are a dangerous combination making you fall asleep

as Barb returns he sees you with your head lying on your folded arms on the table, clearly asleep, Barb decides to eave you there while cleans the kitchen and checks on the cake half an hour later

"Mc? The cake is ready to be decorated do you want sleep or do you want to help me?" somewhat embarrassed you stand up and help him with the decorations , Barb acts if nothing happened but he can't help but think about your gentle expression while you slept

"Next time I'll let you sleep longer... I wouldn't mind if you visited me for your naps if that meant I could see you more often."

Solomon:

learning magic was many things: exciting, frustrating, dangerous, fun...but sometimes it also was unbelievable boring

like when you think about magic, you think about casting charms, curses, making potions and all that stuff, but nobody told you that beforehand you have to learn everything about the new spell or etc in theory!

so here you were sitting with Solomon as he rambled on about how while the shrinking charm could have really bad side effects if casted wrong, sure it was important to know how to cast it correctly but did you really have to listen on to everything that might go wrong?

listening to all this just make you feel less confident, I mean technically you were practicing with a tea cup to shrink, so shrinking only a part of it wouldn't be too bad of a side effect, but what if you used too much pressure and made the cup explode and you'd hurt Solomon in the process?!

You took a deep breath, which made Solomon stop talking as he looked at you questioningly

"Anything wrong? Already giving up? Is it toom much?" his light teasing was meant to make you relax, but all you could do was give a small, stiff smile, signalling for him to continue and he did, after messing up your hair with his hand giving you a huge grin, but he talked slower now giving you more glances to make sure you were still alright

"How about a small break? I'll make us some tea..." he stood up and made some tea...in a beaker over a Bunsen burner..this weirdo..

the tea didn't taste weird though, it was just normal tea, even though the preparation would have made Barbatos get a stroke

after the break he was back to full tutor mode and your concentration slipped with each new word, until your head falls down, your chin resting on your chest comfortably, you had fallen asleep right before him

Solomon notices instantly that you're asleep and starts laughing so loud that you wake up again, he is crying and gasping for breath at your flustered state and you hit for good measurement on the arm

"Am I that boring? Fine if you're tired you can rest on my bed. I'll read you a bedtime spell book..." he doesn't stop laughing and teases you endlessly, you better be on your toes around him, you won't be hearing the end of this

"Hey sleepyhead? Do you want me to read you into boredom? I won't take pictures of your sleeping and drooling self...No promises made though..."

Simeon:

He was staring blankly at his manuscript, writers block had been plaguing him for quite some while now, but the new chapter had to be sent to the company until next week

you had offered to help him out maybe you could give him some ideas, so he invited you over and let you read the latest chapter so you'd know what had happened

you sat in his room brainstorming ideas on a small extra sheet trying your best to help Simeon out who looked quite lost

"Do you think that would work? Doesn't if feel a bit too rushed? But maybe if we combined these two ideas together..." he seemed to had found something and began to roughly write up a plan for his further writings

he continuously asked you questions about the smallest details, it was kind of cute that he relied so much on you, he probably could have done the rest himself as well, yet he kept involving you into the whole process

while his one hand scribbled like a madman, his other rested on your arm occasionally lightly squeezing it, reminding you that he didn't forget about you

you slowly fell asleep, the sounds of each others breathing, the pen scratching over paper and the ticking of the clock hanging on the wall, the inly sounds to be heard

"What about this part? How do you think it could go from here?...Mc?" he wasted no time in making sure you were lying comfortably, putting his cloak over your form and still squeezing your arm from time to time while he continued to write late into the night

only then did he notice, the brothers might worry about your absence, should he wake and bring you home? or should he let you sleep here and inform Lucifer about your safety? but the sofa you were currently sitting on, would make your back hurt if you continued to sleep here

it took him some time debating with himself, but came to the conclusion to carry you to his bed and tuck you in, giving you a forehead kiss like he was used to with Luke, only to realise what he'd done and quickly scrambling away in embarrassment to give Lucifer a quick call about the situation

"Have sweet dreams my lamb! I'll be guarding you in any realm, even the dream realm!"

Luke:

Luke, Simeon and you were having a small movie evening, watching some old Disney movies

Simeon didn't allow you to watch something else to protect Luke, but you didn't mind too much

you were having some freshly made desserts by Luke who had worked on them the whole day, as he was very excited for your meetup

you watched a few movies, talking, laughing and joking together, just having fun

"Huh? They called the mean cat Lucifer? Hahah how fitting, he kind of even looks like the real Lucifer! Ah, don't tell him that though!" Luke really liked to compare the different characters to the people he knows, but when there actually were a cat called Lucifer he was quite surprised...who would want their cute pet to be called like a demon? Why not call them angel names? Michael is a pretty cool name...

over the time you became more and more tired and Simeon seemed to notice, suggesting on stopping for today and continuing another time, but Luke convinced you two of one more movie

unfortunately you didn't last the final movie and fell asleep cuddled underneath the blanket between Simeon and Luke

Luke took some time to notice, only seeing it when he turned to you wanting to tell you his opinion about the last scene

"Oh! Simeon... Mc fell asleep..." Simeon already knew, as you had fallen onto his shoulder, not that he minded, he just told Luke to stay quiet and watch the rest of the movie

Luke cuddled up to you to keep you warm and occasionally glanced at you to make sure you were okay, and there cuddled next to you he as well fell asleep...trapping Simeon underneath your combined weight, making it impossible for Simeon to get out of the bed, so you three just slept together that night

"Don't worry Mc! I'll keep all demons away from you while you sleep!"

[just--another--daydreamer]

Todoroki & Midoriya w/ a touch starved boyfriend

» Shoto Todoroki x male reader // Izuku Midoriya x male reader

» Fandom: My Hero Academia » Genre: Fluff » Requested (by anon): Could I request a bit of fluff of Todoroki and Midoriya (separately) trying to make their touch starved bf feel loved? » Warnings: Overthinking

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Shoto Todoroki

Todoroki is extremely touch starved himself, but he only really realized that when you approached him to talk about your own feelings of touch starvation

He is a little awkward about being touched in general, so you would have to start out slow with him, holding hands occasionally or short hugs. He wants to make you feel better and loved with physical affection, but his own comfort and boundaries get in the way at first. Sometimes, he feels a bit bad for this, but you tell him not to push himself

It takes Todoroki a while to warm up. Being on the receiving end of physical affection is easier for him than giving it, so he lets you initiate things like hand holding and hugs in the beginning

When he has reached the point where he is more comfortable with physical affection, you’re in for lots and lots of cuddles. Especially when you’re alone, doing homework or spending your time watching a movie, he likes putting an arm around you or even cuddle with you

While cuddling, Todoroki enjoys it when you put your head on his chest or his shoulder. He prefers being the big spoon but based on your preference, he doesn’t mind being the small spoon either

Since Todoroki is both a heater and a cooler at the same time, it’s up to you to choose which side of him you’d like to be on. Though, he prefers having you on his right side

Even though Todoroki is not a huge fan of PDA, he often puts an arm around your shoulders or your waist, or he puts his hand on yours when you sit next to each other somewhere. Sometimes he rests his head on your shoulder

Bonus scenario:

The movie is still playing when Todoroki suddenly disappears from your arms and gets up without a word. You flop onto the mattress, the spot where your boyfriend has been laying is still warm. “Shooootoooo,” you whine dramatically, “why are you getting up?” He points at the door that leads to the hallway and the other dorm rooms.

“I was gonna get something to drink,” he states, confused. “You can’t just leave now.” “Y/N, it’ll take about a minute at most.” Todoroki frowns. “Are you okay?” You can almost see the gears in your boyfriend’s mind starting to turn as he thinks about what could possibly be going on with you right now. Did he do something wrong? Is it the movie? Maybe it is scaring you, or you are afraid that-

“No, I’m fine, I just want you to come back so we can continue cuddling.” “Oh,” a smile forms on Todoroki’s lips. “I’ll hurry up then.”

Izuku Midoriya

Midoriya is extremely shy and awkward about physical affection at first, and he overthinks it a lot. Besides that, he is really considerate of your feelings and tries to make you feel as comfortable and loved as possible

PDA is not for Midoriya. He occasionally holds your hand, but that’s about it. Anything else makes him feel nervous and embarrassed and he starts blushing and freaking out

But behind closed doors, Midoriya is extremely cuddly. He loves laying in bed, sharing a blanket, and holding you in his arms. If you’re up for it, he likes playing with your hair, which is also something he likes on himself

Probably the small spoon but doesn’t mind taking either role

Soft kisses on your cheeks, forehead and lips. Whenever he’s on the receiving end, he blushes a lot. Most of the time, he can’t stop thinking about what you just did and he’s on cloud nine for the rest of the day. It often worries Todoroki and Iida

Quick pecks in the hallways when Midoriya is sure that nobody is looking

When it comes to holding hands with you, most of the time it’s without your fingers intertwined or just your pinkies

Bonus scenario:

“Come on, Izuku!” You gently pull your boyfriend into the next store by his hand. Midoriya forced his eyes away from the All Might merchandise and instead focused on the new rows of clothes.

“What do you think of this one?” without letting go of his hand, you pull out a t-shirt reading ‘shirt’. “It’s exactly your style.” Midoriya can feel his cheeks heating up a little. He grabs the shirt nonetheless. “Y-yeah. Thanks.”

“I’m pretty sure they have All Might merch here, too.” You drag your boyfriend further into the store to a shelf mostly featuring blue, red and yellow colours. “There you go.”

Midoriya can’t help but notice the bright smile on your face. It has been a while since the two of you got to go out on a date like this. His gaze falls onto your interlocked hands and a warm feeling starts spreading in his chest. “Hey Izuku, are you alri-” he cuts you off with a quick kiss to the lips. It lasts merely for a short moment, but it leaves you speechless for a few seconds.

“Thank you,” Midoriya tells you and smiles, before grabbing another All Might hoodie from the shelf.

“Wha- what for?” Your boyfriend doesn’t answer and only squeezes your hand.

[asexual-abomination]

Plat!Yan!Chrollo x Autistic!Reader x Plat!Yan!PT - Soulmate AU Part 1.5

This is only a partial continuation, as I'm largely setting up some hopeful future plot points. Still not too much yandere yet, but we should be getting into it in the next full part!

Credits for this idea came from the lovely @kiame-sama.

I have no traditional education in writing, so any advice for writing is highly appreciated! I'd also like to once again mention that this work is largely self-indulgent and for a very specific niche.

Hope you enjoy reading!

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The next day, you woke up early in the morning, getting started on your morning routine. As you got some simple cereal prepared, you walked past Jo still asleep on the shabby sofa. Looking at their sleeping face, you felt a type of joy that everyone had always told you was reserved for soulmates. Jo was much tougher than you, broader built and louder by a long shot, and they had protected you in your childhood. You knew in your heart that no matter how perfectly matched you were with your soulmate, no-one would ever overtake Jo in your heart.

It was quiet in your home as you ate, still processing what had happened the night before. You wondered how your soulmate's friends were talking about you to him. Were they laughing about how weakly you spoke? Telling him that there was something off about you, that you didn't act like any normal person should?

"Ah, you're up!" Jo snapped you out of your thoughts. "Do you wanna talk right now? Maybe I could tell you about what we said to your soulmate?"

You asked them to tell the story of the previous night, and they excitedly launched into it. Apparently, your soulmate was very polite and well-spoken, asking respectfully about your life and listening carefully to the stories they would tell. You were glad to hear that he seemed less excitable than the others who worked for him, but the fact that he had still forgotten the day of your switch still hid in your mind.

The morning went on quietly as you decided against telling Jo about the worries you had for your soulmate. The events of the previous night were still setting in, as you attempted to rationally think of why your soulmate would possibly let such an odd switch happen.

Jo decided instead of pressuring you to start brainstorming how to find your soulmate, and what you should do when you finally met in person.

"You should show them all of your trivia and merch, I know you love rambling about that stuff of yours!"

You smiled and laughed just slightly, but didn't assent to their suggestion. It had taken so long to begin showing even Jo your most personal habits and collections, you weren't sure you could show those things to someone you had only just met.

"Oh, come on! They're your soulmate, they'll love you no matter what!"

"Yeah... Yeah, whatever."

The lower tone ends the conversation rather well, but there is an air of annoyance from both of you, reigniting the fear that you may have upset your closest friend once again. It was nothing you hadn't said to them before, but they eyed you with a grim expression. You could understand Jo's plight though, their own soulmate having passed away just shortly after their switch. They wanted to ensure that you had the best possible time with your soulmate, so your insecurity pissed them off.

"I've got to head home around now, but I'm always available to call, okay?" They got up and grabbed their keys, waiting for your confirmation before leaving. You replied in the same low tone that had overtaken you at the end of your chat, and Jo quickly nodded and walked out of your small home.

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Bonus - Shortly after the switch.

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"Aww! Look at them!" Shalnark's voice pierced the car, almost making Phinks flinch at the high pitch his voice took on. "They're just the cutest!"

Shalnark's phone was passed around the car, a picture of (Y/N) and some basic information listed to the side on the screen. As every passenger took their chance to check the image, they couldn't help but agree with their excited companion, thinking you were absolutely adorable, especially for their closed-off boss.

Machi sighed, "They look exactly like how they talked, we shouldn't leave this one out in the world for too long."

The others nodded and hummed in agreement, knowing the fate that could await someone like you if your soulmate was discovered.

Chrollo, who had still barely spoken since he returned from the switch, spoke up at that point, "Hmm... We shouldn't have to worry too much, but I agree, they can't be left unattended for too long."

"What the hell do you mean, 'we shouldn't have to worry for too long'?!" Nobunaga exclaimed, "I don't know what you see, Boss, but I can't see this one holding their own if any assassins or hunters get sent after them."

"I understand your concern, and it's true they may not be as strong as we are..." Chrollo trailed off for a moment, a look of anger overtaking his features, "But there is someone protecting them already, who I'm sure can prevent any harm until we get there."

"Really, you think some friend of theirs is gonna be able to protect them from people who are after us?"

"Yes. Unfortunately." A moment of confusion took over the atmosphere of the car, "I trust in that friend of theirs to keep (Y/N) safe while we get there, but once we arrive they must be disposed of."

The passengers in the car could only begin to fathom the depth of emotion that was overtaking Chrollo's heart in that moment, but they could tell simply from the shift in his aura that there would be no mistakes in retrieving this soulmate.

"And Shalnark?"

"Hmm?"

"Call in the rest of the Troupe."

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Thanks for reading!

[akirakurusuimagines]

May I get a request for Akira having a fem s/o with high functioning autism spectrum disorder. It would be hard to tell, but after seeing her be kind of awkward in social situations, being fixated on her interest, and etc, it all would click. If he were to confront her about it, she would be scared of him leaving because of that trait about herself. Bonus points if her current fixation was the phantom thieves and talk about how cool they are, only to found out her boyfriend was the leader! 🤣

I tried to stick primarily to the descriptions in the ask and variety of sources, but I’m not autistic and so my portrayal might not be accurate. If there’s something I should change, let me know, and thank you for your request! 

If Akira was any less observant, he honestly isn’t sure that he would’ve realized there was anything different about you to his other friends⁠—he simply assumed that you were a bit skittish around people but had a lot to say about things you were interested in. It wasn’t very different from someone like Yusuke or Futaba. 

So when Sojiro brought up the possibility of Futaba being somewhere on the autism spectrum and potentially getting her to a psychologist for a professional evaluation, Akira began to zone out; memories of your flushed face and bright smile as you told him about whatever your current fixation was at the time. 

The more he pondered over it, the more he wondered if he was actually onto something. Akira laid in bed that night, arms folded behind his head and staring up into the ceiling, recalling fond memories he had of you. 

The way you shied away from interacting with his friends for a while and totally avoiding interacting with strangers, but being so comfortable with him that you would talk and absorb yourself in conversation. He assumed it was the same reason Ann broke down in front of him when they were nothing but strangers, or how others come to him seeking aid, but looking back on it now, he wondered if that was everything.

Akira’s lips quirked upwards as he remembered the excited way you spoke of the Phantom Thieves, his heart fluttering as you began gushing over how cool they were in the way they stole the hearts of corrupted individuals and showing him the new merch you had purchased to help show your support for them, not knowing that he was the leader of the aforementioned group⁠—an identity he kept hidden from you, but not maliciously.

He had planned on telling you before, but the current state of things made him hesitate⁠. Ever since their battle against the false Medjed, he’s been less inclined to get you involved in this mess, only wishing for your happiness and health as the shackles around his wrists grew heavier, the stress of being the leader as popularity skyrocketed stressing him out more than he would admit to anyone. 

He sighed and shook his head, startling Morgana awake with the way he shifted, and apologized.

Akira turned over, and brought his mind back to what he was thinking of before. He wondered if it would be rude to ask you about potentially being on the autism spectrum, but it isn’t anything to be ashamed of, and either way, it wouldn’t determine how he felt about you or treated you. It was more out of curiosity than anything. He hoped you trusted him enough, though wouldn’t pry if you weren’t comfortable with the conversation. Akira figured tomorrow would be a good time as any to ask, and perhaps, confess his own well-kept secret.  

The next day, Akira had greeted you at the station as he usually does, brushing his hand against yours and giving you that gentle smile that always sets your heart aflame. As you two walked to school, hand in hand, already telling him everything you loved about the Phantom Thieves. His cheeks reddened at your words, but you paid no mind to it.

Right before you two entered the classroom, he gently tugged your hand back, stalling for a moment of your time. “Meet me on the roof at lunch, I want to spend some more time with you,” he said. You nodded, face heating up, before Akira let your wrist go with a gentle kiss to your temple, watching with amusement on his features as you scurried off to class. 

It wasn’t the first time Akira had invited you to the roof for lunch, and hopefully wouldn’t be the last. Your mind was completely preoccupied with the idea of lunch with Akira that you hardly paid attention in class, and the moment you were dismissed for lunch, you bolted out of the classroom and up the stairs.

When you arrived, you saw Akira was already there, two containers of pre-made curry on the discarded desks left on the roof. He waved you over and gently tugged you down, giving you a soft kiss to make up for not being able to do it in the morning. “I hope you aren’t getting sick of curry,” he laughed, amused by the blissful expression on your face already as you sat down to eat the food he prepared. 

Things were light and comfortable for most of the time, but you noticed Akira slowly pulling away from the conversation you two were having on the Phantom Thieves and who their next target would be, anxiety sinking into your bones when Akira opened his mouth again to ask if you two could talk. 

“If you won’t want to talk about it, I won’t pry, but I was just curious. Are you on the autism spectrum?” 

Your blood ran cold at his words, panic flooding your face and fear igniting every nerve. 

Akira took note of your frightful expression and took his hands into yours, gently squeezing them to help ground you. “It won’t change anything⁠—”

“You won’t leave me?” 

He wasn’t expecting that⁠. He was honestly shocked to hear you say that, wondering what kinds of experiences made you fear him leaving you. “No.” he was firm and his face set with strong determination. 

You trusted him, even with the nagging fear that he would leave you if you admitted to being on the autistic spectrum. “Yeah, I didn’t mean to hide it from you, but…” 

“You were scared,” he finished, watching you nod to his words. “I understand. There’s something I want to tell you, too, but I’ve been scared to, especially now.” 

You stared at him quizzically, unsure of what he could possibly say. 

“I understand that you might not believe me, but I need you to promise to keep this a secret, it’s… it’s important that you do.”

At his sudden confession of being the leader of the Phantom Thieves, your jaw nearly dropped to the floor, searching everywhere on his body language and expression to tell you that he’s joking, that he’s playing a cruel trick on you, but when you saw none of it, you meekly whispered, “you are?” 

Akira rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and sighed. “I was reluctant to tell you because it’s only getting more dangerous, but you have the right to know, being my partner and all. It was really hard to keep it to myself when you would gush about us like that, the amount of times I had to stop myself from kissing you⁠—” 

A startled yelp escaped him as you tackled him in a hug, holding him tightly and laughing so joyously. “I never…. I never expected it would be like this,” you said, burying your face in his neck and feeling him wrap his arms around your waist. “You’re perfect, I can’t believe this.” 

Akira sighed with relief as he held you against him, a smile of his own feeling permanent on his face. 

“I love you.” 

[thenamesblurrito]

ladies and gentlemen this is ask dump no. 5

aw scrap here we go again!

answered asks include body modification as the opposite of empurata, Mutacons making bandages out of kibble, kibble used as furniture, numbers of Sweeps, a DILF alligator, RID15 Tidal Wave, a BIG infodump on dealing with the circus that is Iacon’s media, Cybertronian muppets, a WIP of Elita Infin1te (or rather her sword), and the many secret sufferings of Alpha Trion.

yea, sorta! body modification in SNAP is more limited than in canon. you can’t simply switch out your body like the total frame reformats of IDW or TFP, and losing a limb can be permanent if not healed in time. for the most part, the frame you have is the frame you’re stuck with, and those frames fall within specific parameters.

HOWEVER-

some modification and upgrades do exist! the most prominent here would be a prosthetic helm like Lugnut. if the processor is left intact and attached after a helm injury, a new helm can be sculpted, with extra optics to make up for the lower quality of artificial optics, and as visibly different as possible to differentiate from empurata. other replacements and prosthetics are common after debilitating injury where the original body part cannot be saved. whether or not the prosthetic is as good as the original depends on the individual and the specific injury. there are also functional medical upgrades, like thicker armor attachments, alt mode additions, etc. almost every upgrade is for the express purpose of improving one’s frame for their function, and there’s definitely a limit to them. you can’t give yourself new limbs if you only had four to begin with. a grounder cannot become a flier. the spark can only power so much mass in the frame, and some people have adverse reactions that mean the upgrades don’t take and must be removed.

this sort of relates to the next point here-

yes, with some caveats.

Cybertronians are a segmentary species, so they can detach some body parts for a bit without negative consequences, as long as that body part is reattached for revitalization and repair. many folks can do this without any medical assistance for the less integral kibble. for instance, Kup uses his tow arm as a walking stick, but he has to reattach it whenever he wants to go into alt mode, and if he doesn’t transform he still needs to reattach it for a couple hours every day at minimum. so if a Mutacon were to create a makeshift splint out of kibble and detach it, it would likely be fine, as long as they got that kibble back. otherwise, they’ve lost a whole chunk of their body that they can’t just regenerate.

for shifting armor to cover a wound without detaching it, that depends on the nature of the wound. if it’s ragged, large, or in areas with a lot of joints or movement, it might be difficult to shuffle around plating to cover it. a more superficial injury in a less delicate area would be easier

sort of! it’ll depend on the individual’s kibble, of course! double checking SNAP Bulkhead, i don’t think he could, because his kibble isn’t large enough. but Scylla could probably use her alt mode arms as a chair, Wreck-Gar has a built in backpack and belly bag, and of course the Necrobot uses his wingcloak as hands. different kibble with different bonus uses

the ideal number of Sweeps is seven, since less than that means they don’t have enough collective processing power to function optimally. more than seven, however, puts a strain on that collective processing power to smoothly operate so many at once. so there’s usually packs of as close to seven as they can get.

as to how many can just exist at the same time, it’s limited only by how many Scourge is willing to forge. he first invents them in s1e06 A Use for Army-building! An Upgrade to Sweeps. by the next episode they figure out that having dozens of them running around is... well it’s about as chaotic as having dozens of flying puppies with hands and weapons would be. in large numbers they’re very difficult to control. good thing Galvatron is excellent at commanding his new army!

(the post this is referring to) @oldboyjensenhinglemeier​ thanks Dilf Waitress, i can always rely on you

(the post this is referring to) i think that’s fantastic, i’d love to see a Cybertronian whale. imagine the size of the holding cell you’d have to have for him!

oooohohoho what a sticky subject. here’s a quick rundown on faction ideology to give you some context for how they operate and thus deal with the media. the heroes aren’t referred to as heroes, but rather as vigilantes at best and violent gangs in a turf war at worst. Froid has remotely diagnosed them with pathological dissent. at the same time, some folks have jumped on the market to make hero merch, and it becomes a very lucrative business for some. public opinion is constantly torn between fear and anger at how they do whatever they’d like and gratitude and admiration for how they throw themselves in harms way to prevent disaster and save people. it’s really a giant mess all the time that changes by the day.

there is of course the whole snafu surrounding the media’s portrayal of the Elite Guard as a backup team for the Autobots, and Elita 1 as Optimus’ sidekick. and Elita 1 is Not Happy about that. Elita 2 is startlingly good at winding the reporters around her little finger and always seems to know just what to say, whereas Elita 3 just grumbles at the cameras, even sometimes demanding they respect boundaries or be locked in the nearest building with the use of her powers. Elita 4 barely notices them unless she’s in the mood to prank someone, and Elita 5 just avoids them, as they tend to dramatize her size and thus her danger. given their excellent teamwork and how they’re (mostly) in favor of reform instead of anarchy, the Elite Guard would actually have a good shot at getting along with the news, except they bow to precisely no one, including the people wanting to interview them, so instead they come across as a standoffish and self-serving clique with dangerous habits

the Decepticons are in the bad-boy limelight and they love it. well, at least Galvatron, Hellscream, and Thunderblast do. Galvatron takes advantage of every opportunity to pontificate on the evils of society and the right to rise up for freedom. broadcasters have learned to cut the cameras as soon as he starts speaking so his ideas don’t get the chance to spread too far. Hellscream cares less about principles and more about scaring the living daylights out of every reporter he sees, often leaving them with cracked equipment and ringing audials from the sheer destructive power of his voice. Thunderblast just wants to preen in all the attention and boy does she get it. Cyclonus actively avoids most gawkers, Scourge talks too long and complicated to make good news, Drift either ignores them or sends them away with some lofty spiritual advice, and Triptych is dangerously unpredictable so most reporters have learned to stay away from him.

the Predacons came into existence in a negative light, and they were grimly prepared for it. after all, Sixshot used to be a Decepticon, and their falling-out and defection caused quite a stir. when Abominus first appeared, the fearful reaction of the public to such an ‘abomination’ is actually how he chose his name in the first place. Airachnid loves tormenting reporters with nuclear-grade sarcasm and subtle threats, but if anyone makes her truly mad she’ll string them up in her web cabling and leave them hanging. she also flaunts that cabling by using her darts to knit nets, shawls, and other decorations, despite the fact that getting cabling tangled up in seams and joints can lead to something called entrapment protocols, mentioned in the seventh ask here. Enforcers use capture equipment designed to trigger entrapment protocols, so her mimicry of that as nothing more than a casual accessory is a big ‘frag you’.

Soundwave.... is a category of his own. he only comes into being in the fourth season, but the media soon learns to quake at the thought of encountering Soundwave, and his minicons are little better. there’s at least one instance where he Rosanna-rolls the entirety of Iacon.

the Autobots keep wavering between ‘the only true good ones of all these vigilantes’ and ‘the worst possible people in the world, hide the children, lock the doors’ in the eyes of the media. Optimus does his best to treat everyone fairly, and the Mistress usually has something encouraging to share. much like Galvatron but for completely opposite reasons, broadcasters have learned to cut cameras when Ultra Magnus starts talking, because his encyclopedic knowledge of law means he regularly lists every instance of malpractice, abuse, illegality, and disrespect that he sees in the average reporter, Enforcer, or politician, which is not the kind of upbraiding that would serve the propaganda machine. however, it does get him the attention of Tyrest, who leverages legality and public opinion to try and draw Ultra Magnus into an agreement during s3e03- A Councilmember’s Boon! An Upgrade to Legality. Rodimus is a chaos beast who has been known to snatch cameras for selfies. it’s kind of a tossup as to whether Cheetor will be going slow enough to show up in the footage or not.

now, i can’t talk about the media without mentioning the feral force of nature that is Rewind. the best of the best, he’s the only one willing to brave the battlefields for an up-close look, constantly endangering himself in order to get the freshest scoop. he might not always hold opinions in line with the mandated propaganda about these vigilantes, but the media lets him get away with it, since he’s the most successful at getting them more news. this has caused him to be targeted at least once, unfortunately.

love this question. love it. you know those lil remote controlled robot dogs, or things to that effect? i’m imagining that’s what Cybertronian muppets are like, since they can create robotics and animatronics with a lot more finesse and ease than we can. in fact, making fabric is probably harder for them than robotics, since they don’t have the same materials as we do to work with. but anyway, these muppets wouldn’t be limited by what a hand can do to puppet them around, being instead remote controlled from off stage, so i don’t know if they’d have that kind of visual gag. maybe instead there would be fourth-wall breaking where one muppet snatches the remote of another?

the painful thing about this answer is that i have a design i’m happy with EXCEPT FOR THE HELM i have sketched and resketched a dozen different ideas ugh. the body looks fine, all five of them combined in a way that makes sense to me, but i just CANNOT get the helm right i’m so angry. anyway here’s the Cyber Caliber, all of their swords combined into one massive weapon

the more accurate question is, what hasn’t happened to him. he’s been through a lot, the poor mech. but i’ll list some things for you:

that one time he had a sibling be erased from reality

that one time he had to murder another sibling because they decided evil was fun

that one time a fragging beachball stole his work

the fact he doesn’t know if his twin is alive or not

that one time he was a junker running for his life

that one time he was too late to save the Terminus Blade, and it was stolen

that one time his pride and joy, the Athenaum Sanctorum, was destroyed, and everything archived there was lost

that other time the same fragging beachball stole his work

that other time he was a junker hiding for his life

the fact that the theft of his diary started a whole new branch of religion and he has to read his own words as if they’re sacred

the fact that the title of Trion was in fact derived from his diary, and the sheer painful irony of being given the title of Trion.

that one time he had to rip off some fingers to fit in

that one time Trypticon showed up, awhile before the JAAT was founded, and he had to take it on alone

that other time Trypticon showed up when the JAAT opened and he had to hand out some precious relics to children to protect the school

aaaaand his current reason for drinking! the fact that of all twenty-something heroes running around, he only knows who THREE of them are because he only gave out THREE RELICS! and relics just keep disappearing from the collection he’s guarding

someone help him he is not having a good time. and it’s only going to get worse...

[obeymeluv]

The Bros and School Headcanons

I have other stuff in mind but this is something short I can put out for now.

It’s my headcanon on the types of school/college people the bros are. I guess you can consider it college AU?

Lucifer

The Type-A asshole everyone probably hates

Doesn’t originally start out that way, doesn’t mean for people to hate him. Soon LIVES for it. Seriously, it’s like his coffee.

Prideful AF. MUST be top of the class!

His motto: “Do it right, do it once.”

Runs on an insane amount of coffee and just as insane (read: little) amount of sleep

The type to remind the teacher about assignments that were due in class if it seems like they’re going to forget about it

Asks about extra credit on day one

If people ask repeat questions that were LITERALLY just answered, he gets pissy and silently suffers

Ends up a little sad and burnt out, wondering if the grade was worth skipping out on other opportunities

Says he’s not going to do it next semester, but gets addicted to that grade high

The “friends” he makes in class are usually fellow rivals and they have a hot and cold relationship that somehow works really well

When he drops the grade-chaser stuff, he’s actually really nice to be around. He has really deep, interesting conversations that are between philosophical and educational (you just have to pull his head out of his ass first)

Mammon

Some people wonder how he got into the class, some people wonder how he’s passing it

Mammon is the dude who looks like he doesn’t know about the subject but is an absolute FOUNTAIN of knowledge

Always has sunglasses on and has some kind of drink within arm’s reach. Usually a very big coffee with lots of espresso

Constant bedhead (even if he says he fixed his hair)

Tried sitting in the front row the first week, kept getting sleepy. Now sits in the back row towards the doors.

He’s either early or late. Never on time.

The one that brings a notebook and a pen to class. Nothing extra.

Usually falls asleep or cat naps. Says he learns through osmosis

This asshole is really good at auditory learning and gets by recording the lectures

Blows through exams like they’re nothing. He’s a good BS’er and gets C’s, minimum. Usually low B’s.

This guy laughs at the Type-A stresser’s and enjoys his minimum studying

Can be suckered into group studying fairly easily but most people won’t study with him because he turns study sessions into anything BUT studying

Knows people who know people. Could probably get his hands on old tests and stuff. If he can, it’ll cost you. A lot.

Levi

This poor baby has testing anxiety hella bad when it comes to subjects he’s not super interested in or that he’s already struggling in

If he likes the subject and feels confident in it, there’s no testing anxiety.

Also brings a drink to class. It’s an energy drink.

Always comes to class early and is usually in a pair of wireless headphones, browsing on his phone

A great visual learner.

His notes are written sloppily and kind of sporadically but they’re decently organized with notes in the margin and things like that

Doesn’t like asking questions out loud. Will either email the teacher, ask after class, or make a friend that isn’t afraid to ask them for him.

If he’s having a good day, he’ll try to make jokes that only make a few people laugh. It’s usually bad timing and he’s a little sad.

MUCH BETTER AT DRAGGING PEOPLE! It’s not something he thinks about. It just slips out! Before his face can overheat, he realizes people are laughing and he kind of basks in it for a while.

Has coordinated stationary; is probably animes he’s into or colors he likes

If he has a laptop, it’s absolutely smothered in stickers

The BEST guy to have a study session with. Something about being in a library or quiet area ramps up his focus and he’s like a second-hand teacher.

Very different from his in-class persona, but is often spot on with ‘If I were the teacher, I’d put this on the exam.’

Want to be friends? Comment on his merch. He’ll start a conversation if he sees a shirt/pin/bag/pencil or anything he likes. It helps if you offer Starbucks or snacks in exchange for being tutored

Satan

Takes pride in his grades but doesn’t go out of his way to make people hate him

Will casually drop his grades when asked, but won’t own up to being the top grade. Very vague (”I did okay. Just like I expected.”)

He more or less enjoys the satisfaction of seeing a good grade come back to him after all that studying

Prone to over-thinking

Probably the first one done, but he’ll do 2 or 3 look overs to check everything before turning it in

Low-key exhausts his professors with written assignments because he gives them a fucking book. It’s all technical and correct but, really, it was only supposed to be three pages!

The one that will yell at the obnoxious people interrupting lecture. Will throw things at them if they’re in reach.

Super protective of his books and class materials. Has a hoarding/scooping reflex when messy people spread out their stuff or unwrap food. The books are not to be desecrated!

If an obnoxious eater/drinker is beside him, he thinks about strangling them to the point where it distracts him from lecture

Usually reads ahead and works ahead

If he gets points off of something, he’ll want an explanation. If he feels the points were taken away unnecessarily, there will be words

If he gets too overstimulated with noises or just hits a point of being fed up, he’ll leave lecture

Rarely brings food or drink to class but can be found at the Starbucks on campus before class. Maybe after. Some days it’s both.

Best notes around. Very technical and perfectly organized. Not colorful or anything, but definitely the envy of people.

Sells his notes/study guides each semester for money

Asmo

That guy who can slide into any friend group

Socially sharp. Can tell who the most prepared are and has an instinct for who the strongest class partners will be

Makes friends with the TA’s before the professors.

Totally convinces that TA to give him hints about the upcoming exams

People either love him or hate him. Most people love him, some people hate them because they can’t be him.

Almost always has a drink and it’s rarely the same. Usually a healthy smoothie or one of the cute juice drinks from Starbucks.

The type to bring in outside food and pick at it while he listens to lecture. Tries to listen, anyways.

Really easily distracted. Gets bored with monotonous voices and HATES teachers who just read off of a powerpoint.

His notes are very colorful and aesthetic but may not be the most informative

Does his best to stay on top of assignments but usually has 2 or 3 big screw ups a semester

Somehow always gets his ass saved. Boy has good karma in stock

This is the guy that things ALWAYS seem to work out for, and they fall in his lap

Proposes cute/semi-extravagant study dates. They are rare and exclusive. Extended to a few choice people (no, it’s not to sucker anyone into giving him class notes.)

Aim’s for C’s because anything more is just a bonus. D’s and F’s are unacceptable.

Will drag a bad partner in a heartbeat. If they didn’t help in the group project, their name isn’t going on it.

Beel

Also one of the types that doesn’t look like he belongs, but he does

Is a fountain of random knowledge

Very strong memory, but not perfect. The type that needs a little push before the absolute WALL of information comes out.

Really strong test taker

Brings tons of snacks to class

Once brought a whole-ass meal to class. He ate it one-handed and took notes with the other.

The guy that somehow gets roped into favors by other people. It’s usually quick stuff and he’s good about setting boundaries to make time for himself and his studies

Want him to study with you? Mention about splitting a pizza or something.

Your hype man. Good guy to reassure you before tests if you get test anxiety

Sick and skip class? He’ll check in on you AND send copies of his notes

Doesn’t always get assignments in on time. Only late once or twice a semester. Either eats the point difference or convinces the teacher to give him an extension.

Will take you out for post-test fun errands

Belphie

Does he exist? You won’t find out until it’s time to take an exam.

Belphie does a lot of research before he signs up for a class. Would like to go 100% online but knows that isn’t realistic, so he combs teacher reviews to get nice, easygoing professors

Has a photographic memory, so all he really needs are the powerpoints and to check out reference copies of the textbooks from the libraries

Tries to take the same classes as his brothers so he can swipe the textbook for a bit

If his only option is a morning class, he DEFINITELY picks the same one as one of his bros to make sure he gets up and goes

More of a night owl

The one that’s addicted to caffeine, stays up all night, and somehow gets 7 assignments done. Has periods of intense focus then it’s back to not knowing what day it is. He just wants sleep.

Usually seen with Beel or Satan. Tends to show up at events with free food.

Loves finals week when they bring in dogs and pets.

Has wireless earbuds and is always listening to a podcast, Tedtalk, or something soothing

Catnaps through class. Even if he’s woken up from a dead sleep, he can answer whatever snarky question someone asked

Takes advantage of the meditation classes and alternative therapy walk-ins promoted by the Mental Health Clinic. He really likes guided meditation with singing bowls.

[nockfellblues]

How would sal and Larry handle their scatterbrained s/o being a lil sis to the lead member of sanity falls but forgot to tell them? Maybe they find out by an protective angry big bro busting in after hearing they have a boyfriend?

These poor bbys ;u;

Sal: He was so used to his s/o’s tendency to forget things that he never really put much thought into the fact that they didn’t talk about their family much. He’d met their legal guardian, of course, and he knew a bit about their parents and that they had a sibling who was in a band... Really, it didn’t worry him all that much. It’s not like he’d told them a lot about his own family, aside from having met his dad on multiple occasions. Sal didn’t really expect anything strange, beyond the usual family awkwardness, when he got invited to their house for a holiday party that year. His s/o warned him that their brother would be there and that he could be a little intimidating, but really he was just protective. What Sal truly wasn’t expecting was for the tall lanky form of the Stevie G, front man of Sanity’s Fall, to come barreling into the living room and sweep his s/o up into a spinning bear hug. To say he was floored would be an understatement. S/o casually introduced their big brother, Steven, and Sal could feel his stomach drop out of his body when they introduced him as their ‘boyfriend,’ and Stevie’s eyes trained onto Sal like prey. But if there’s one thing Sal is a pro at, its keeping his cool(of course the prosthetic helped or he was sure he’d die on the spot). He introduced himself, internally praying his hands weren’t as sweaty as he was thinking, and could have sworn his soul left his body as he was given the obligatory, “hurt my sister and you die,” speech with his s/o tucked under his arm like it was nothing. “Steven, Sally’s super cool, don’t worry! He’s like.. the nicest person I’ve ever met. Plus! He loves your music! He can even play some of your songs, so he can’t be all that bad, right?” And cue Sal absolutely dying when Stevie agreed and then spent the next hour talking guitar riffs over Christmas cookies and eggnog. Later that night: “S/o, how did I not know your brother was in Sanity’s Fall?” They shrug a little, “I’m sorry, Sally. I could swear I told you at some point-but it’s all good! It worked out great, and he totally loves you!” They were right, of course, but how the hell was he gonna tell Larry that he was gently threatened to be hung upside down by his pigtails by their shared musical idol if he ever broke up with his little sister???

Larry: This poor boy forgets things almost as fast as his s/o does, so it’s not uncommon for conversations to be completely forgotten once in awhile. Honestly, it’s kind of a blessing, since they get to reuse terrible jokes all the time. So when his s/o burst into his room one day during summer vacation because they’d forgotten to invite him on the family camping trip, he wasn’t surprised in the least. Bonus was that it was just outside of a city that a huge metal music festival was happening in during the same weekend- and his s/o’s parents had already gotten them all tickets! Larry came beyond prepared with his best Sanity’s Fall merch, some borrowed spending money from his mom, and had even gotten permission to share a tent with his s/o. They’d all just finished supper and gotten settled to make s’mores around a roaring fire, when an tired old pickup pulled down the dirt trail to their spot- his s/o had mentioned their brother might pop in for the night if he was able, but the point was shrugged off as a side note. What Larry wasn’t expecting was for the frontman of his all time favorite band, THE Stevie G of Sanity’s Fall, to come running, at breakneck speed, toward his s/o and tackling them off of their folding chair like a tv wrestler into a bone crushinhg hug. Larry.exe has stopped working. After the hugs comes the inevitable of Stevie, all 6’5” of him, looming over poor Larry as he, in no small amount of detail, described the exact number of ways he’d eviscerate Larry if he ever hurt his sister. It seemed like every animal in the woods went silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop, as Larry stood in dead silence. “Isn’t... I’m sorry, did you just... quote part of ‘Evisceratus’ to me..?” “Dude, you know my music!?” And cue our poor boy’s soul leaving is body as his idol pulls him into a hug and proclaims him his new brother-in-law. Later, he and his s/o are bundled up in their tent for the night when he just has to ask: “When were you gonna mention to me that your brother is Stevie G?!” “I’m so sorry, Larry, I totally forgot! I mean.. I think I might have said it once..? ... maybe?” And they both have to laugh at how often this exact conversation seems to happen. “It’s all good, though! He adores you, didn’t you see the way he moved to sit next to you around the fire?” “Uh.. he moved to sit between us, babe.” “So?”

[yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy]

Why So Jaded? Chapter 1

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Ok, so forever ago, I wrote this story called Why So Jaded for the pairing of Synlet (Buddy “Syndrome” Pine/ Violet Parr) and when I originally wrote it- I got halfway through and lost my drive, inspiration and motivation and I gave it a really lack luster/shoddy ending just to finish it and move on to something else. Which I felt guilty over because the story had so much potential to be something amazing. But I didn’t know how to really wield it then. Well, fast forward several years (9 to be exact), and I’ve grown considerably as a writer. And guess what is getting a revamp? This. So to put this into a real setting, I’ve face casted the crew. Bottom right Aged Up Violet Par who is now 24. Middle redhead. (You will not believe what I’ve gone through to find the right face model for him) Bartholomew “Buddy” Pine, aged. 31. Blonde on the left. Phillip Sebastian. Aged 26. 

FFN AO3

Ten years after the events in the movies yet in a modern setting. 

Violet Parr as Invisigirl, has since disappeared from the public eye several years ago. She became a protégé to none other than Mirage and has had an incredibly successful career still working for The Agency but working as a spy and agent behind the scenes and foiled more Villains than most Superheroes combined, all without anyone but The Agency ever knowing that she was the one who foiled them. 

However Superhero Work has it's price- mentally, emotionally and most of all physically and now Invisigirl has to come out of the shadows and work one last job as a public handler for an Aristo-brat, genius, billionaire, playboy- Mr. Phillip Sebastian who has his own tricks and agenda and requests Invisigirl specifically. Which in turn- put's her back on the radar and put's her under an iron clad contract with not just The Agency but with Mr. Sebastian himself. And it's this one last job that will be the answer to all of Violet Parr's problems. After this, she can disappear for good and never, ever, be found again and live in peace and seclusion.  However this job has it’s perks. A handsome asset, one hell of a paycheck and the bonus is that it puts her back into Metroville with her parents and the rest of her family who live just across town, still in suburbia. It's a three year contract and she is already a year in and everything is going perfectly. 

Until- Bartholomew aka “Buddy” Pine decides to try his hand at corporate espionage. His target? Phillip Sebastian. Which complicates- everything- for one Miss. Violet Parr. What’s a girl to do?

Why So Jaded?

Chapter 1

Buddy Pine tried to take a calming breath as he continued to work the safe, inside was gold and jewels and other precious things he could care less about. But in the far corner, in an unassuming box would be the nanochip to end all nanochips. It would give IRize all the edge it would ever need on the market. But the more he fought with this stupid safe combination biometric lock, the more frustrated he felt. The biometrics? Easy to fake and duplicate- it was basically a cake walk for him but getting the right three numbers on the combination? Ironically, almost impossible it seemed. It shouldn't be this difficult. But it was. He had built an empire in his relatively short lifetime of just 31 years on this earth and he was on his way to building a second that would dwarf the first. But a damn combination safe lock? It was practically laughing in his face and taunting his defeat at him and he was ready to bash it with his head or just laser the damn thing open and he was so focused on opening it, he didn't notice how the hairs on his arms and neck suddenly rose up to stand on end but the chill down his spine finally pulled him out of his hyper focus which gave him pause.

"I figured I would find you here," Invisigirl accused only a second later as she dropped her invisibility as she leaned her back against the wall next to the safe and casually folded her arms in front of her, watching him closely while putting on an air of amused disinterest as Buddy nearly jumped out of his skin and had a heart attack before he took a moment to realize what was happening and who exactly had snuck up on him before he recognized his new companion.

"You shouldn't sneak up on people like that Invisigirl ," Buddy chastised as he stopped for a moment, seeing if she was going to stop him or arrest him or something. Meanwhile Invisigirl was impressed he seemed to know who she was. Most assumed she was another super. But he didn’t. He seemed to know exactly who she was. Interesting. 

In a decade or so she had gone from tween to fully realized Super but she wasn't always walking in her parent's footsteps. In fact very few people even knew where she really stood on the Superhero/Villain or even antihero line mostly because she never did any press or appearances. She had no merch, no public presence and other than foiling a few public villains, she liked to keep her work all behind the scenes and very secretive, if not quite clandestine. She was more of a secret agent and a spy than a superhero and in reality she had done countless jobs without the villains even realizing she was ever involved at all and the few who did realize who had foiled them, rarely got to live long enough to tell anyone who had taken them down, but word had still come out, whispered among closest of allies on both sides. Enough to build a dangerous and lethal reputation among Supers and Villains and even antiheroes alike. It was like she was a ghost most of the time.

Besides, she wasn't even supposed to be here, she was supposed to be half a world away with him, her employer and Buddy’s real competition and target, but who was sadly, one of many competitors. Only about a year ago, there was a paparazzi picture that popped up of her as an assistant of her current employer and it was the first time she had shown up on any radar in the last several years. And it had been an old colleague that had even brought it to Buddy's attention and his jaw had dropped when he realized who she was and ever since Buddy had noticed she got closer and closer to her boss to the point it was rumored that she was his right hand woman if not one woman security detail even though her employer was still guarded by a full security team. A rumor also sprang up that she was also his steady girlfriend because she was his shadow and he never went anywhere without her and coincidentally, it was also the same man who owned the safe he was trying to crack and who had become Buddy’s number 1 rival after his fall from grace a decade earlier. Buddy would have to fire his trackers, they were completely useless now.

"Actually you technically sneaked up on me, I've been here the whole time, and that thing you do with your tongue when you're really concentrating is kinda cute," Invisigirl countered in dry sarcasm with an air of teasing as she examined her gloves, looking for imperfections even though she had carefully crafted her look so that even in the smallest details, she was immaculate. Even her suit had changed. Instead of the traditional red and black of her family, she was in holographic black with sheens and shimmers of the colors of the rainbow with ultraviolet accents and even his eyes could see the brilliant nano armor built into the ethereal fabric that looked remarkably like snake scales. It had been Edna's greatest creation yet and Violet wore it like a second skin. Her long black hair was straightened and even her hair had a super glossy silky sheen as it laid over her shoulder since she had swept it to lay there. She had been growing it out so that it would hit the small of her back and top of her butt when she wore it down, accentuating her gorgeous hourglass figure. While her mother had been bottom heavy and her father had been top heavy. She was perfectly balanced between the two and if anything, ideally and beautifully balanced and proportional, if not dangerously curvy herself and was now a stunning beauty in and out of her suit apparently. Her thick long eyelashes delicately fluttered as she blinked and the wicked curve to her grin was as disarming as her big gorgeous doe eyes in that deep but brilliant shade of violet- that Buddy felt he could get lost in for millennia. But her eyes had many years ago- lost their innocence but gained a sense of worldliness, wisdom and discernment as she looked from her glove back over to his face with a serene if not expectant look on her coquettish features. If Buddy didn't know of her prior, he would think she was the real thief in this situation, if not his competition to get into the safe. And her relaxed posture was clearly non threatening even though he could discern everything about her was in fact, a threat .

But Buddy took her banter and her posture as a sign that she wasn't going to stop him so he continued working the dial, trying to crack the safe and they were silent for a moment as she made no motion that would suggest she was leaving anytime soon as she appeared to settle in and the only sounds to be heard was their breathing. Invisigirl's was calm and even, while Buddy's betrayed just how worked up he was over this combination part of the lock.

"You know, I never thought you would ever be the kind of guy who would do his own dirty work, I thought with this kind of thing you usually used a variety of accomplices, if not some little device or machine, what happened? Your safe cracker device is broken? " Invisigirl instigated as she gave his work a dismissive glance before her eyes traveled up his hands to his arms to the rest of him. Gone was his old suit and eccentric hair style. He was simply wearing black tactical gear and his hair was much shorter, slicked back and still handsome as her eyes took notes of his extensive scarring that even she could see he had been trying to fix with lots plastic surgery so he looked more or less like himself as she refolded her arms loosely under her chest and instead appreciated the painting on the adjacent wall, the glass covering the priceless art giving her the perspective she wanted so that she could look like she was appreciating the art instead of actively watching him as she waited for him to figure out that safe combination as she mentally wondered if she should just open the safe herself to save him this excruciating ordeal because the guy was clearly getting even more flustered now that he had an audience which she thought was telling.

"As a matter of fact, it is. But if you want a job done right, you do it yourself." Buddy managed to answer as he tried to focus on the task at hand as he noticed that answer gave her wicked grin a deeper curve.

"It sounds like you haven't tried to crack a safe in your life, are you even trying to crack it or are you trying to break the locking mechanism by zeroing in on all of those false contact points or will you keep twisting that thing until your fingers fall off?" Invisigirl further instigated as her boredom began to tax her patience. He was supposed to still be a genius. He should have had it by now. She knew she was being distracting but this was bordering on ludicrousy.   

"I don't suppose you know the combination?" Buddy drawled, getting annoyed and frustrated with himself that he was getting so flustered by her distracting and alluring presence, let alone the damn lock.

"Of course I do, the combination is your birthday, the creator is a big fan of yours, perhaps one of your biggest, but I'm sure if you simply asked him for the nanochip, he would have given it to you rather than you going through all this trouble of stealing it from him," Invisigirl answered.

"I didn't know your boyfriend was the sharing type," Buddy quipped as he turned the dial with now deft fingers, opening it now with ease. Invisigirl snorted a laugh and shook her head.

"Well at least my cover is intact," she alluded as she pushed off the wall and stretched a bit- bringing her arm over her head and stretching her shoulders and neck. "By the way it's the box on the left, not the right," She added as she began to walk away, flipping her hair off of her shoulder to her back as a cascade of soft silky black hair began to hang down her back as she gave him one last look over her shoulder to make sure he actually got the nanochip and nothing else.

"Wait a minute, you're just going to let me get away with this?" He asked incredulously.

"Yeah, it's not my fault you broke in on my vacation when I'm supposed to be in.. Barcelona? Or is it Madrid? Is that where your goons think I am? By the way, you need to get new ones, they don't blend in at all and their loyalty is flimsy at best, they report their tabs that they keep on you to him before they ever report thier tabs on him to you because his pockets are deeper than yours and who doesn't like to collect at least two paychecks for the same work?" Invisigirl divulged as she continued to lazily saunter away, her hips swaying in a near hypnotizing rhythm that had almost completely distracted Buddy from the safe altogether.

Buddy narrowed his eyes at the contents of the safe, it would be something he would deal with later. "Wait, so he's not your boyfriend?" Buddy inquired as he stowed the nanochip safely away and locked the safe up again before catching up to her and walking beside her for a bit.

Invisigirl gave him a side glance. "Not even close, he has a thing for the thin, ballerina- runway model types, uses them faster than Kleenex," Invisigirl answered flippantly with a waive of her delicate and slender fingers before turning a corner and opening a door to an office and walking over to the window, opening it and getting ready to jump out.

"You're jumping?" Buddy inquired knowing that his exit route was eerily similar.

"Again. Not even close," Invisigirl practically laughed as she tapped on the device in her ear, a sliding door to a small hovercraft opened right in front of them as the outline of it began to warp the view around it as it moved closer to her. "You didn't think I'm the only thing capable of disappearing did you? I would offer you a ride but, something tells me you already have one, see you around Syndrome," Invisigirl bid him with a mock salute as she gracefully hopped from the window sill to the waiting door and into the aircraft.

"Hey, haven't you heard? Syndrome died, like a decade ago, he got pulled into a jet turbine. Horrible painful death. He ain't coming back from the dead." He called after her which made her pause and turn to look at him curiously.

"Did he? Well in that case. Good riddance to him then, the world's a much better place without him." She called back before the door closed and vanished completely again. The only evidence that it was gone was a stiffer than normal breeze. Buddy could just barely hear it fly away and felt his stomach collect a few butterflies as a smile bloomed on his face. A jaded Invisigirl was a sexy Invisigirl and she knew it. Color him intrigued, if not quite impressed as he wondered if he was one of the first to ever get to see her in action and live to tell about it.

[kewltie]

“Papa, we need to talk,” Kasumi says, strolling into the living room with a thick binder tucked against her chest.

“Yes?” Papa stops folding their laundry and turns to her, adopting a serious expression on his face. “Unicorn’s vomit?”  

Kasumi nods her head. Unicorn’s vomit is their secret code for dire, serious business that requires their full attention. “It’s about your marriage,” she answers gravely.

Papa blinks. "Say that again?"

"Marry," she says, enunciating the word carefully. "It's about time for you to get marry, so I brought some options for you to choose from."

"Kasumi-chan, I thought we’d talked about this." Papa frowns, looking concern. "I'm happy with just us two. I'm not looking for another person to add into our family."

Kasumi sighs, because they did but Papa fought it off every time like it's her happiness is on the line here and not his. She got this though. Didn't spend an hour rehearsing her argument to not win.

“Papa," she starts, "I’m getting older now and one day I won’t be able to take care of you anymore—“

“You’re ten,” Papa cuts in.

Kasumi scowls. “That’s not the point though! I’m just saying I can’t always be with you and I don’t want you to feel lonely when I’m not there.”

“I won’t be alone,” Papa points out. “I have your grandmother with me.”

“Who will die before you,” she counters viciously. And then, she sends a silence apology to grandmother for using her against Papa. “And where will that leave you?”

Papa winces. “Can we please not speak of death so early in the morning?”

Kasumi’s lips thin in displeasure, but she lets her shoulders hunched over, making herself smaller as she says, “I just want you to be happy and surrounded by someone who can love you even when I’m not there.”

Papa's eyes soften at her words.

Jackpot. Now going in for the kill, Kasumi looks away for a second and drops her voice to a slight tremor like she can barely contain her emotion. "A—and I always wanted to know what it's like to have another parent like all the other kids."

"Oh, Kasumi-chan," Papa breaths, and there's a slight wet sheen to his eyes. He catches her free hand in his and squeezes it comfortingly. His lips wobble precariously but he holds firm enough to says, "Okay, I understand."

Kasumi tries not to smile but it's near thing.

It's a silence and unacknowledged victory, but she'll take it. "Perfect," she declares, pulling away from Papa enough to show him her portfolio. "This," she points toward her binder, "is 'Operation: Get Papa a Rich Handsome Alpha Husband' or as I call it 'Get rich or Die Trying'."

"That's—" Papa frowns, making a face before finally settling on, "a cute name."

Kasumi puffs up her chest proudly. It took her some time to come up with it. "Isn't it?" She opens the binder and steers Papa's eyes to the first page. "Now, I'd carefully handpicked and narrowed down a handful of viable candidates so far for you. I'd chosen only the best of the bests for you, Papa!" She flips to the next page where several categories are listed out. "I placed each candidate in order by how they fair in the ratings in the criteria I found them in."

Papa cocks his head thoughtfully. "Such as?"

"Well, wealth for one, then looks, family oriented, reputation, employment," she starts, listing them off one by one, "character, likeability, past relationship, education, health, and feelings toward the quirkless."

Papa's eyes twitches. "That's very thorough, Kasumi-chan."

"I did my homework." She preens. It took her several months to gather all the necessary information needed for her data sheets, but she'd pulled through. The fact that a lot of things can be found on the internet had helped a lot, but it was a long and arduous work. Anything for her Papa, indeed.

"Thank you for the hard work." Papa's eyes crinkle and he smiles softly at her. "You're amazing as always, Kasumi-chan." And it's this kind of thing that make Kasumi's heart soar because only Papa, her dearest Papa, make her feels so elated that he wants to launch herself into his lap and scream in joy. She’d known that she’s strong and mighty only because she got Papa to support her up.

At the end of the day, Kasumi is really no good without her Papa.

So, right, she got a mission to complete. "Of course." She clears her throat. Turning several pages forward, she lands on a spread with a picture glued to a corner, several graphs, and blocks of text all over it. "Now, the no. 1 candidate so far at a 7.2 rating is Hirota Ryuu—"

"Our family doctor?" Papa's brows furrow. "And your highest is a 7.2 out of what, a ten?"

"Yes, Hirota-sensei! And there's always room for improvement." She huffs. "Not everyone can be as perfect as you and me, Papa."

Papa stifles a laugh into his hand. "Okay, go on."

"Alright," she says, straightening her back. "For one thing: he's handsome enough that you won't get bored looking at his face, he's a doctor so he must make enough money to spoil you, and he's nice. All the kids and parents I'd interviewed like him a lot. And so do you." Kasumi eyes Papa pointedly and Papa blushes. “He’s blond. Just your type, Papa.”

"Well, he is handsome," he admits wistfully. “And I do like blond hair.”

"Good," she nods her head, pleased with herself, "because I gave him bonus point for that. Anyone that you attracted to get extra points for making you happy,” she says, touching a careless hand to a stray blond hair of her own. Papa really does like blond hair.  

Papa's lips wobble again and he reaches out for a hug but she steps out of the way, shaking her head. "Nope, not until I'm done then you can give me all the snuggles and kisses you want," she says, like it's a heavy burden to be basked in Papa's loving attention and care.

Papa's face fall as he sits back down, but he holds himself still and rapt in attention before her again. "Okay, so," she plows on, "Hirota-sensei scores pretty good all across the board, but the only reason his score is that low is the fact he's a serial dater." She makes a face."I can't have Papa competing with others for sensei's attention when it's the other way around. Your partner should always put your first and foremost!"

"Right," Papa agrees in amusement, which made Kasumi's narrow her eyes slightly because this is serious business.

It's Papa's happiness on the line here, so she's not playing around. "Alright, so next we have as candidate no. 2 is," she says, flipping several pages ahead, "Todoroki Shouto or as he is known to the public Hero Synergy. He's a 7.0 and a pretty good catch overall. I think he’s good secondary choice."

Papa perks up at that.

"You love heroes and he's from a family of them so that gave Todoroki-san a huge advantage over the other competitors,” she continues. “And if you look at his income bracket—”

Papa grimaces. “Kasumi-chan, is that category really necessary? Isn’t just enough if I like him at all?”

Kasumi gives him a look. "Papa, I may be young but I'm no fool," she says, rolling her eyes. "Love alone is not going keep a roof over our head and put food on our table. Here," she points toward a number distribution chart, "this is the average annual income for a top ranking hero. Since his father was a former no. 1 and he also got a good reputation with the public, Todoroki-san has a good amount of sponsors and contracts. That’s mean he’s loaded, Papa,” she says the last sentence carefully in case Papa hadn’t pick up the clue yet.

Papa heaves an amused sigh and nods. “Alright, he’s rich got it.”

“Now, his only downsize," Kasumi grimaces, "is that he got the personality of a brick wall."

Papa chokes out a laugh. "You shouldn't say something like that, Kasumi-chan!"

"Well," she starts, looking heavenward in annoyance, "he is a little dull. His interviews all come off as tedious as watching paint dry and I nearly fell asleep a minute in watching them. His beautiful face can only get him so far. A handsome partner is fine but if their personality is nothing but a stale bread then you'll only get bored later. Emi-chan told me that a relationship need some spice in it to spark passion," she explains. Emi is only a months older than her, but she held hand with a boy before so she knows what she's saying.

Papa reels back, flushing. "You're too young to have that kind of conversation with your friends."

"Okay," she lies effortlessly, like the lying liar that she is. "So moving on to no. 3 now." She turns the page once more, but this time reluctantly as she lands on the next one.

"He's—" she pulls a face, "not my prefer choice but, here is Bakugou Katsuki or Hero Ground Zero as you may know him with a 6.9 rating."

Papa immediately stiffens at that name and eyes zeroes in on Bakugou's page right away. No surprise there.

Growing up, how can she not noticed that Bakugou have always been a trigger for Papa. "I don't like him," she states flatly with narrowed eyes. "Sure he's handsome, powerful, and is the no.1 hero in Japan but he's also rude, belligerent, and annoying." She can tick off all his flaws all day, she isn’t going to waste her breath on him. "There are other candidates fairing much better than him all other categories. He's only rated so high," she eyes Papa meaningfully, "because you like-like him so much."

Papa stutters. "W-what?!”

"I know about the photos of Zero you've collected and hidden under the bed! You don't have to lie to me, Papa," she says, smiling sharply. "I know of your crush on him. You watched his entire interviews and bought all his merchs like you don't know I wasn't going to find it eventually. I even think he’s the reason you have such a blond fetish."

“Don’t say fetish. Who even taught you that word?” Papa drops his face into his hand and groans. "Mercy. Mercy, please, Kasumi-chan. Let me live.”

“I just pity any offspring produce from his DNA,” she grumbles. “They’re probably as terrible as him.”

Papa lifts his head and breathes, “Oh, Kasumi-chan, you’re going to regret those words so much.”

[dapper-ships-herself]

I doubt I will have the motivation to do all these prompts, but this one is cute. Reverse self ship. Part of @fofebruary

Dazai picked up the first volume on a whim one day just because he was bored and he'd randomly found it. He'd expected not to like it all that much, because it's a magical girl series and those are all full of ~light~ and ~hope~ and all the believing in the purity of the world bullshit. But this series had a sense of realness. Still steeped in the classic magical girl themes, but it never shied away from showing the darker parts of the world too and got a bit bloody at some points. What really got him hooked was the purple magic knight, Gillian. She is disillusioned about a lot of the world, struggling to find her place and her reason to be alive, but even those doubts never stop her from trying and fighting for a brighter future and for her team; bonus points, she's adorable and a doofus. He bought every single volume that had been released so far, binge watched the anime, and got every game and so much merch like immediately. This was all back in his mafia days and carries over to the present. He will talk anyone and everyone's ear off about Gillian aka "my goddess!" and openly calls her his wife. Everyone just chalks it up to Dazai being Dazai and that he's a weird otaku but whatever, nothing new.

Not much for romance usually, he honestly can't help falling in love and picturing himself and Gillian together, going on dates, kissing, double suicide, jk actually while Gillian isn't able to outright cure that tendency, he is surprised that the hope of her and her show rubs off on him and knows she would be disapointed hearing him talk about it or offer it

Chuuya hated the series just because Dazai likes it and talks about it nonstop but one day sees a clip of Gillian and gets a crush and he fucking hates it, absolutely denies that he also loves the series now.

Yosano also loves the series and is less open about it but she and Dazai have had discussions about why Gillian is their favorite.

Gin very secretly enjoys the series and often gets all blushy under her mask thinking of Gillian. Tachihara once accidentally found out and she almost slaughtered him when he started to make fun of her.

Higuchi has merch in a shrine in her closet.

Lovecraft does not have any merch but has watched the series after he was introduced to it from seeing Margaret giving Mark a hard time for his figurine he owns. Margaret only does that because she wishes she had the courage to buy more merch but has the whole series tucked secretly away where the rest of the guild can't find it.

Poe has 100% written his own reader insert fiction and uses his ability to experience it.

Also, Ranpo loves the series too and even though he has never really wanted a sibling before finds himself thinking she'd be a good sister. Fukuzawa once pointed out that he seemed attached to this character and he got super embarrassed about it.

Fukuzawa sees Ranpo watching and sees Gillian's struggles and Adopts, nobody but he himself knows this.

Mori thinks she's cute and also adopts and has figurines with changeable clothes, pretty open about it.

And Francis's daughter probably watched and so he bought tons of merch as gifts for her and then later sees it again and gets reminded of his own daughter a little by her favorite character and so mentally adopts, mentions this to no one.

Oda also wishes he could adopt and has spent many hours listening to Dazai rant about her, Ango gets roped in against his will.

Kouyou probably notices Kyouka secretly watching it mostly for the adorable mascot and feels sympathy for Gillian and joins in on the adoption train, sort of tells Kyouka that she wishes she was there to guide the young girl.

Yumeno is given the series to keep them self company in their cell and imagines her as a big sister that would take care of him and not leave him alone, has no one to tell.

Dialogue: "Shall I enlighten you, young Atsushi, on true perfection?."

Erza hears about this book series not long after escaping the tower of heaven and joining the guild. She finds strength in Gillian's refusal to stop fighting and her dedication to her friends. She gets a crush, but the series stays in the back of her head until years later she finds it again and rereads and this time falls in love with the purple knight. She has a whole bunch of merch but refuses to tell anyone about her love out of embarrassment.

She also secretly has two requips where one is a cosplay of Gillian's magical outfit and the other is a piece of armor that she thinks looks like what her magical outfit would be. She never uses them to fight, and requips into them for fun sometimes when she's home alone, cosplays and imagines she's one of the magical knights too.

Dialogue: "What'cha got there, Erza?"

Byleth saw this play while she was traveling around as a mercenary and was instantly captivated by the story of Gillian the purple knight. Her design was really what drew her in, but as they continued on their way she kept thinking about her and thought about how amazing she is. The next town they reached that had a production of the play, she insisted on watching again, and so it continues everytime they find a troupe putting it on. They come across a merchant one day who has a wall scroll of Gillian, and even though she knows it's silly and that with all her traveling there's not even a wall for her to hang it on, she buys it and carries it around. She's not sure what she feels, since love is kind of out of her reach at this point, but she knows she admires Gillian.

Her dad suspects she has a crush on Gillian and thinks it's cute. She won't go out of her way to talk about the play or Gillian, but she will talk about it if asked. Her students know that if they want to get on their teachers good side and try to get a grade bump that they can give her anything related to the series.

It's only after she starts being able to really feel her emotions that she realizes she's in love with Gillian.

Dialogue: "Isn't she cute?"

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lights will guide you home

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Jake never thought he’d be the kind of person that felt a particularly strong bond to his home. He never saw himself loving his home, or longing to return there in the evenings, and he’d made peace with it.

He had grown up with home meaning loneliness - an empty apartment with various paint supplies and action figures arbitrarily scattered over free surfaces, sometimes loosely grouped after a half-hearted attempt at tidying up. If his dad was home, being home had too often meant slamming doors and raised voices, fighting echoing through walls and stripping away what bits of safety Jake associated with his living quarters.

He had resorted to other places for a feeling of home - to his Nana’s apartment and Gina’s house, to any other place where a safer, better home had been created for him to borrow when he needed one. He’d seen the charm of a home in the snack-filled fridge and softly playing music of his Nana’s apartment, in the sparkling decorations covering near every inch of Gina’s room. He’d felt comfortable there, felt happy, but he still hadn't thought of it as his home - only the closest thing he had. A bonus to the home he rarely enjoyed spending time in.

His college room hadn't been much of a home either. It had been a place to stay, dump his school books and store his alcohol and learn how to sleep with the noise of his roommate Kyle’s sonorous snoring filling the room. He tolerated it, felt a certain kind of pride and self-fulfillment when he put up a cherished Die Hard-poster over his bunk, but he hadn’t thought of it as home. Ending the day there had been a necessary ordeal rather than a goal to look forward to.

He spent the odd weekend and breaks at his childhood home. In a way, it was easier to stay there now, where even one home-cooked meal was an improvement to his abysmal college eating habits and even a night of playing charades and watching TV soaps with his mom was better than a ten-minute phone call, but for every time he returned there, it felt less like a current home and more like a past one.

The first place that truly became his own was Nana’s apartment, given to him as a gracious rent-controlled gift after she passed away. He’d filled the space with massage chairs and mix boards and Dorito bags, put up Die Hard-posters wherever there was free wall space to be found and created something which closely resembled a John McClane shrine in the bedroom. As far as living places go, Jake was convinced this was the best one of his life thus far. There was no one to complain about the mess or insist he’d get rid of the life-size Bruce Willis cardboard figure, no other person telling him to go to bed or snoring like a chainsaw or stumbling in drunk in the middle of the night. It was his home and his rules - whoever else spent time there only did so because he wanted them to. In comparison to anything he’d had before, it was heaven. He supposed it had to count as a home.

After graduating from the academy, Jake quickly discovered a thing about the reality of police work which hadn’t quite dawned on him during his many years fantasizing about it - it was time-consuming. Slowly but surely as the late nights and early mornings piled up, more and more of his smaller belongings made their way from his apartment to his desk, his changing room locker, his car. He saw less and less of his mom and non-work friends, more and more of his colleagues. With the hours spent at work increasing, the ones spent in his apartment decreased in a rapid decline, and soon briefing rooms, worn-out desk chairs with at least one broken rolly wheel and snack machines felt more like home than his apartment ever did.

The day he got promoted to Detective was the proudest and most nerve-wracking moment of his career. Proudest because he’d achieved one of his life’s goals, most nerve-wracking because it meant leaving his desk and his work partner Steve and every ounce of familiarity Jake had found at the 78th precinct. He was going to the 9-9 now, closer to his apartment but unknown to him otherwise, and he was queasy with nerves when he first exited through the fourth floor’s elevator doors. 

He hadn't known it then, but there had been no reason for him to be nervous. A short-grown, overly enthusiastic man introduced himself to him after a mere two minutes, and from that moment onwards, Jake Peralta had a new best friend in Charles Boyle. He worked his first case together with Rosa Diaz, his classmate from the Police Academy, and found himself getting along well with both the precinct’s Captain and Sergeant of the Detective Squad. He learned how to handle the temperamental microwave, how to avoid the men's bathroom right after detectives Hitchcock and Scully had been in there, and found an old toy police car in his room to place on his already messy desk. He ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner in the break room, showered in the precinct’s facilities, and learned how to deal with the stank of the break room couch enough for occasional catnaps. 

He barely noticed it happening himself, but when he went for a simple dinner at his mother's house and told her all about his new workplace, Karen had smiled and said: “Well, doesn't it look like you found your home?”.

Jake accepted that he had. After all, home was where your heart was, and his heart was firmly lodged somewhere in the cracks of the walls at the Nine-Nine.

When his poor financial skills forced him to exchange his Nana’s spacious flat for Gina's cramped starter apartment, he’d wondered for a while whether he would come to miss it. It had been his first own place, after all, but it hadn't ever felt like his home - more like a place he was borrowing for the time being. It was always someone else's place, lent to him but never truly his. Jake moved the belongings he kept to his new, smaller Cobbleditch flat, and in a few days, his living place was characteristically messy again. It still didn't feel much like a home or anything he looked forward to coming home to in the evenings, but he didn't mind. He had the Nine-Nine anyway.

The number of hours he spent in his apartment decreased further when he started dating Amy Santiago. Her apartment was bigger, cleaner and her shower had infinitely better water pressure than his own; it was heaven in comparison, however hesitant he was to admit it. He could see why Gina liked to make fun of Amy's taste in interior design, but Jake found it homely and comforting. It almost reminded him of what his Nana's apartment had looked like before he moved in, only better because it had Amy. 

He never truly noticed the shift, but as the days and weeks turned into months, he found himself longing for the moment work was over in a way he had rarely experienced before. As much as Jake loved his job, he now lived with the knowledge that something - someone - waited for him when his shift was over. Evenings spent on a couch in front of Property Brothers with Amy there, her head leaned against his shoulder and her arm wrapped around his torso while laughing at his commentary of the program was a million times better than the evenings Jake spent alone. Evenings with her were something he wanted to come home to.

It was becoming clear to him before, more so for every night he fell asleep listening to the sound of his girlfriend’s breathing and woke up to the noise of her moving around in the bedroom, but it turned a salient, unquestionable fact to him during the time he spent in Witsec in Florida - he’d begun to see Amy’s apartment as more than a temporary place to stay. Florida was humid and foreign and wrong, Larry’s house was nothing like the comforting aura of his own or Amy’s apartment or even the Nine-Nine, he was in the wrong place and he wanted to go home. Seconds before the phone call, he’d been talking to Amy about taking the serious adult relationship step of moving in together and here he was miles and miles away from her, no clue of how she was doing or when they would next see each other. Jake had been further away from Brooklyn in terms of distance before, but he’d never felt further away from his home. 

He came home from Florida with an injured leg, frosted tips, a head woozy from pain medication and a heart full of gratefulness about the fact that he had a place to call his home. Between the Nine-Nine, his own apartment and Amy’s place, Jake wasn’t certain where it was, but he knew for sure they were all paradises in comparison to the hellscape of Coral Palms. He fell asleep in Amy’s bed the first night back, being held close by the pair of arms he associated most with safety and love, and he woke up to soft kisses pressed to his cheeks, neck, nose - wherever she could reach. Reaching for her face so he could do the same without having to get up and put weight on his leg, he’d grinned wider than ever as he’d opened his eyes to her beaming smile. He’d known it then - this was coming home.

He moved in with her shortly before Christmas, rushing it once the decision was made. Jake had been reluctant to give up his apartment; the prospect of having it taken away made him think of it much more as a home and something he wanted to keep, but he'd eventually realized a substantial part of the reluctance was pure competitiveness. He’d understood it after he let her win; what items he truly associated with his home, like Die Hard merch and sneakers and his favorite cozy blanket with arms - a beloved Christmas gift from Charles - was stuff he could bring with him to Amy's place. He was sure they would even be able to find a place for the basketball hoop somewhere. What mattered was that he was moving in together with his girlfriend of one and a half years, earning himself more grown-up points than ever before while making a happier life for himself.

It was a weird change at first. They already spent most of their time together split between work and two apartments, but this was something else and something yet more intense. Amy was always around, and he loved it but felt unsure of how to handle it when she complained about his sneakers or tendency to forget taking out the trash. Likewise, he learned that Amy at least once a week tried cooking something that left their kitchen filled with a new abominable stench, and that she had a habit of moving his things away when he was just getting around to looking at them.

It took adjusting. It took a long, messy and wonderful month of adjusting for them both, but eventually, they had settled into a routine that suited them both. Amy learned to ask before she moved something of his, Jake let Amy write a post-it note about the trash to stick to the inside of the cupboard, and they made a deal about how often and under which conditions Amy could try her wings in the kitchen. It wasn't long before it felt so natural Jake wondered if this was the home he’d searched for all of his life; not just Amy, but also the space they shared. The one thing he knew for certain was that he wanted to stay forever. If he’d felt this way about the Nine-Nine, it was multiplied tenfold now.

The distance from home wasn’t the worst thing about prison, but out of the hundred-or-so things Jake could come up with, it was at least in the top five. He missed Amy, missed his work and his friends, he missed meals that didn’t taste like blended cat food and he missed home. It would hit him when he lay awake long after the sound of Caleb’s snoring began, the realization slamming over him like a militant wave, and he would force himself to stay silent but a few tears would slip out anyway.

He missed getting up in the mornings and finding his clothes quickly with the help of the organization system Amy had arranged in his closet. He missed making coffee for two and pouring them in matching mugs. He missed eating breakfast in tranquil silence, her reading a newspaper while he looked at his phone, both of them looking up at odd moments for a shared smile. He missed going to work together and he missed coming home at the end of the day. 

Coming home soon became one of Jake’s most common daydream topics in prison. Not just getting out, but coming home, walking through the doorway and breathing in that particular home-smell he only sensed when he had been gone for a while. He never understood the charm of it when he was younger, never found enough sense of comfort in a place to desperately long for it, but in the murky darkness of his cell at 02.30 a.m., it was crystal clear. He wanted to go home. Not just to the Nine-Nine, but home home.

When the day finally arrived, it was nothing like his dream scenarios of golden limousines and tons of reporters asking him and Rosa questions, but perfect simply because Amy picked him up. A car ride, flight, and car ride later, they were standing outside the well-known red door.

“Are you happy to be home?” She had asked, and he’d looked right at her to confirm that he had never been more exalted in his life.

Prison did bring him a new level of appreciation for his home. Small details which had bothered him earlier, such as the volume of his girlfriend’s 6 a.m. alarm and their upstairs neighbor’s tendency to do workouts with lots of jumping late at night, were now things he cherished all because they were part of his home. After living most of his years questioning whether he’d ever find a home aside from his workplace, Jake promised himself after prison to be grateful for every day he spent in the Brooklyn apartment. Twice in his life now he’d been forcefully separated from it, and twice he’d been allowed to return. He would never take it for granted.

Instead, he was thankful for every day he got to come home and drape his jacket over a chair, try to prepare something edible for dinner or a snack depending on the time of day, and make himself comfortable on the couch. Most often with Amy, sometimes alone - the perfect chance to watch Die Hard without her complaints - and every now and then with Charles, who claimed Jake’s television was much better for Disney movies. He longed during slow or tiring days at work for a day off to sleep in, wake up next to Amy, convince her to stay in their bed with him a little longer. He was grateful for every family game night with the Nine-Nine even though it always ended with something breaking, every slow day off where he didn’t feel the need to leave the house, every occasion his and Amy’s combined efforts in the kitchen produced a decent meal. 

He’d lost it all before, couldn’t know for sure he wouldn’t lose it all again, but until that day came - if it did - he would spend every day appreciative this was his home.

It was a home shared by two people, and then one day, they started preparing for it to be shared by three. A rainy November evening, Jake carried his sleeping daughter in the car seat over the doorstep, and from that moment onwards, it was her home, too. 

 He would make sure that she never associated her home with slamming doors and raised voices, but always associated it with safety and love. He’d promised this to himself before she was born, but repeated it to her the first time she fell asleep on him on the couch. 

The Peralta-Santiago apartment adjusted okay to a third inhabitant, but began to feel just a little too crowded once the number was raised to four. They searched for months led by Amy and a thick house hunting binder, but eventually, they found the perfect object to buy. 

Despite already being a married father of two when it happened, Jake had never felt quite as grown up as he did when they signed the papers for their new place. A two-story, four-bedroom house with a newly renovated kitchen and small garden in a child-friendly area was theirs, and they high-fived afterward, laughing together in disbelief.

Packing together with a four-year-old and an eleven-month-old proved a near-impossible challenge. Their oldest daughter could be some help if she was in the right mood or motivated by the promise of ice cream, but their youngest found the prospect of using the boxes to stand and then emptying out whatever items were in there one by one to be funnier than anything else. Packing became something they had to do late at night or with someone babysitting, making it that much more difficult to find the time. Jake thought it was practically a miracle they even got done before the new owners moved in.

He stood in the doorway for a minute extra before they left on moving day, holding his youngest daughter and thinking that she was the only one of them who would never come to remember this place. 

This apartment had been the first place aside from the Nine-Nine where he’d found a home he was safe in, a home he loved and wanted to come home to at the end of the day. He never thought he’d find one, but he had, and it had changed his entire world for the better. 

He was going to make a new home now - together with Amy and together with their daughters. Despite the pressure, he’d never been more excited.

A small hand, tugging at his shirt from behind, brought him back to reality.

“Dad”, Leah told him with a decisive glare. “Come on, we have to go.”

He’d smiled, taking one of her hands in his. “Do you think you’ll miss this place, Lee?”

The four-year-old had simply shrugged at that, not stopping for a moment of reflection. “No. You said we were getting a trampoline when we move and mom said I could maybe get a Moana wall. Let's go!”

She’d pulled at his arm and Jake had no choice but to follow, leaving their old home behind without a last glance.

Home is where your heart is.

They were getting a trampoline for the new place, after all.

[bnha-archive]

Maybe some angst headcanons about Tamaki, Kirishima, and Mirio’s s/o dying in battle? If that’s too angsty I understand lol.

uH I love angst, bet. It’ll be titled like the other angst headcanons about losing a loved one but geared around combat. Also, WOW this got super angsty!!

SPOILERS FOR MIRIO’S HEADCANON

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Headcanon: Losing a Loved One

Eijiro Kirishima

He kept telling himself that you’ve had worse, being thrown threw through a wall wouldn’t be enough to take you out of the fight–let alone… but he didn’t want to dwell on that possibility. 

It happened so fast.

One moment you were running back to the fight.

The next, you had been launched into a building, crashing through what must have been concrete.

He stumbles over rubble and debris (he’s bleeding from a couple of different places), calling for you.

Finally, he spotted you: face down with half of a wall collapsed on top of you.

He calls your name again and you stir, well you try to. The lower half of your body is pinned down.

He can’t lift it–there’s too much and relieving the pressure might hurt you more than helping. 

He hands shake as takes your bloodied ones in his own. 

Your eyes are hazy and he tries to keep you conscious and talking.

“H-hey! It’s gonna be alright. We’ll get Uraraka over here and Midoriya–we’ll get you out of there! We can go see that movie you keep talking about, the one from that book series?”

But you know the truth he doesn’t want to acknowledge.

“I love you, Eijiro. I love you so much. You’re such a great hero.” 

The light leaves your eyes and your hand goes limp. 

The world around him went silent, the air stilled.

No

He didn’t remember what happened after that. 

According to Midoriya, he passed out from blood loss and shock–still holding your hand. 

As soon as he wakes up, he asks about you.

The look shared between Midoriya and Uraraka share tells him enough.

His time in the hospital blurs together, people come to visit him–Mina, Sero, Kaminari, and Bakugou.

Bakugou would visit the most, bringing good, games, books and what might even be called a ‘cheerful’ attitude (well as cheery as Bakugou could get)

He offered Kirishima a place to stay if he didn’t ‘want to stay in that dusty-ass apartment’. 

Kirishima appreciated the excuse to not go back to the home that the two of you had shared.

Going there… he couldn’t face it. 

Your funeral had been a public affair–thousands of people had turned up to mourn your loss.

Eijiro sees the tears of civilians: men, women, and children (some of whom were wearing homemade merch).

It was only after your funeral when he was finally alone that he cried. 

Kirishima would retire from the Hero scene two years later on the anniversary of your death.

The only person who gave him a hard time was Bakugou, “You think taking yourself out of action is gonna make you feel better? That it’s gonna make it easier to grieve or some shit?”

“I’ve been through therapy, Katsuki. I tried throwing myself into work–but that didn’t help. I’m not unbreakable anymore man. And if I can’t do my job, what’s the point?”

The blond just scoffed but didn’t make any more attempts to dissuade his friend.

Time, that’s what everyone said he needed. Time to heal.

But he knows there’s no amount of time that could bring back his confidence as an invincible shield. 

Mirio Togata (spoilers)

Overhaul was taunting him for losing his quirk. The villain was practically baiting the rest of the team… and you knew it.

You held your ground in front of your battered boyfriend and Eri as Nighteye charged the yakuza. 

“I’ve got your back, now get out of here Mirio and take Eri!” You gave him a grin that hid the exhaustion and anger. 

Midoriya appeared to get the two of them out of the room.

You turn to help your teacher, who faced off with Overhaul.

“Alright, you sonovabitch, you’ll pay for what you did!”

Those were the last words Mirio ever heard you say–he lead Eri away. 

At that moment, two spikes shot out of the ground and rammed themselves through the body of Nighteye.

You screamed as if you were the one who had been impaled as you threw yourself at Overhaul with the intent to kill.

Another spike appeared where your abdomen should have been and blood spurted out of your mouth. 

You tried to move, to unimpale yourself, to keep fighting–the adrenaline fueling you.

But you were stuck.

And the corners of your vision started to go dark…

You thought of Mirio and panicked–he would be so upset! Not the mention how angry Nighteye would be at you for becoming sloppy at the last moment.

I’m sorry

They would find your body among the rubble, expression pained and eyes looking toward where Mirio had escaped with dried tears on your cheeks. 

In a fell swoop, Lemillion lost two of the most important people in his life and his quirk.

He had lost everything…

But he couldn’t sit around doing nothing. 

With gusto, he takes up the role of being Eri’s companion.

He wasn’t sure how to live in a world without you, without Nighteye. 

Mirio knew that the two of them would have scolded him if he just moped around all day. 

Nejire and Amajiki weren’t sure how to help, other than being there for him if he needed it (which he did).

He would find a new purpose.

Bonus:

Everything went dark and silent around Nighteye. Mirio’s face faded from view as a great sorrow overtook the pro’s heart–he lost one pupil to Overhaul and other he had to leave behind. But he knew that Mirio would be alright, he had seen it after all.

“Sir!” His eyes snap open and he sees you in front of him–holding a small pile of manilla files and an attentive expression. “I brought the files you asked for, is there anything else?”

It was his office, spacious, organized and sprinkled with All Might merchandise. He looks to you, young and whole… and he allows a small smile. “No, this is just what I needed. Thank you.”

Tamaki Amajiki

He was foolish for thinking that something this good would stay in his life.

Foolish for believing you when you said you wouldn’t leave him. 

But… he wanted to believe you–wanted to stay with you for as long as possible.

Apparently, the universe had decided the expiration date for the relationship was today. 

It was supposed to be his day off–you were only going to go to Fatgum’s office to drop off some completed paperwork, then you’d be home. 

But duty called and you were available so of course, you dropped everything to go help.

He loves loved that about you, your selfless nature and willingness to sacrifice.

Just this once though, he wished you could have been more selfish. 

He fell asleep on the couch waiting for you to come home and only awoke when his cellphone rang 3 hours later.

“…Fat?” He mumbled in a sleepy haze

“Have ya been watchin’ the news, Tamaki?”

“No, I fell asleep… did something happen?” The silence on the other end sent his stomach turning in knots. It’s then that the dots connect. “Fat… please tell me that everything is ok and everyone is fine.” More silence.“Please.”

“Meet me at the office.”

So he did.

From the Pro’s office, the two took a car to a nearby hospital, Fatgum explaining best he could.

Apparently, you’d shielded a civilian family from an explosion and took heavy damage. But with your quirk (No Pain) you’d walked it off.

No one had known until it was too late–you collapsed on the pavement and medical examination proved their worse fears.

The explosive force had given you a severe concussion which had only been exacerbated by continued combat.

In short, you received so much damage that your body shut itself down to cope. And in doing so had put you into a coma. 

Tamaki wanted to believe that you would be alright.

He wanted to believe that you would wake up.

But he knows deep down there’s no chance of it.

Brain scans revealed limited and low activity.

Hell, you couldn’t even regulate your own body right so machines had to do it for you.

This wasn’t the first time you had been in a coma, your quirk made you highly susceptible to them.

But this would be the first and last time you wouldn’t wake up from one.

Eventually, all signs of brain activity ceased–and the only thing that kept your heart going was machinery. 

You were gone even though a monitor making noise said otherwise.

You were given a Hero’s Funeral–big names from all across the country appeared to honor your passing. 

If pressed, Tamaki would confess he doesn’t remember much of what happened during or after the funeral. 

Fatgum decided to consign the younger man to desk-duty, insisting that it would be temporary.

But Suneater knew that there was no way that he could go out into the public sphere.

The chance of him messing up was too great.

Mirio would show up randomly at his apartment or work with food and then proceed to eat with his best friend.

 Tamaki never said it, but he was grateful for the company.

Well, the company of someone who was still alive anyway.

He would see you flit by his desk, he could hear you as you would hum as you read reports. 

Sometimes, he delved into his mind and relived some of his fondest memories of you. 

And then there would be the days when he realized he couldn’t remember what your voice sounded like. 

Or how you smelled

Or what your eye color was.

He was terrified of forgetting you.

[bbq-hawks-wings]

I AM HERE W/ THE NEW IDEA! this time it’s a bit more angsty since most of it stems from the music video/song by Lauv called Superhero (if you watch it, it would make more sense I think) but to summarize the story was about a guy who has a long distance relationship with a girl & when they met up they had a very bad fight so he went to lauv’s concert alone & wrote a note saying “I met a superhero. I lost her. I want her back.” & left it in a box that lauv had ppl leave notes of their feelings PT1

PT 2 so lauv found this note and made it into the song. Anyway this song hits me with all the emotions, mainly ones of longing and missed love so I thought it could turn into a story scenario for Hawks. I feel like they would’ve gotten together at first when they were younger but then had a terrible falling out that led to a lengthy over the years separation. I really want to see what his inner thoughts and emotions would be like & how he would go about to get her back if he tried to. It can end happily with a reunion/them getting back together if it suits your fancy! Bonus points for using lines from the song (I met a superhero. I lost her. I want her back. OR Cause they say if you love her let her go. They say if it’s meant to be you’ll know. OR Don’t want to talk about it. I was so wrong about it. Can’t do a thing about it now.) I hope this all makes sense and sparks some inspiration :)❣️

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So much of his young life was spent running towards some new goal, some new test, or some new record. A young middle school boy who might otherwise be spending his spare time playing video games and hanging out with his friends was instead drilling and training every aspect of himself mental and physical. He was taught to not mind his peers. They were peripheral and inconsequential.The only ones who mattered were those in ahead of him to catch up, and everyone else would slowly fall behind as he overtook them. It was cold, calculating, and impersonal. For that budding young man, who should have been learning how to interact with others to build an interpersonal network for his own sake and learn how to express the overflowing new, nuanced emotions welling up in him, he was left in a sterile, minimalist box- taught instead to shut himself down. There was no room for fear, for doubt, for rebellion, for individuality. He toed the line, held an unfeeling gaze forward, and awaited instruction like he’d been taught his whole life.

That is, until she showed up.

She also trained, but when told to jump she never asked how high - just leapt as far as she could go. She listened, but she questioned every lesson taught, trying to punch holes in flimsy logic and fill in gaps of knowledge as she went. She was fierce and competitive, taking on and taking down every challenger; and she picked herself up and learned from the fights she never should have started. But she was also kind and curious, poking her nose from behind shoulders that found her annoying and offering help to those struggling even when their obviously-hurt pride would assure that they would never accept it. She challenged everything he had been taught, everything instilled in him; but she did it with a smile and he hated it. He especially hated how she made him want to be more than just a glorified mercenary but want to be a good person.

“You’re annoying.” Was the monotone reply when she offered to help him with the self-study assignment he’d been struggling with.

“Yeah, well if you don’t figure out this assignment, the schoolmaster will discipline you.” He hated that she was right, but he didn’t want help.

“Why are you like that?”

“Like what?”

“Why do you work so hard to do other things for people? You don’t exactly have the best marks either.” He looked up from his desk to look her in the eye.

“Well, that’s what being a hero is all about, right? We help people to the best of our ability.” That was a line he’d heard parroted by a lot of people; it wasn’t the philosophy he’d had drummed into him about the subject; but it was never one he’d heard spoken so sincerely in this place, either.

“You really believe that?”

“Well, if we don’t then what’s the point of all this training?”

To be someone’s puppet? Their ace in the hole? Someone to get their hands dirty for someone else’s sake. “To be the best.” was his reply.

“The best what and why? I know there’s people here looking to make it big through this job, but I think the real cream of the crop are going to be those not in it for themselves.”

“Hmph…” He thought there might be truth in what she said, but he wasn’t yet ready to admit that.

“So how’s after school?”

“Fine.”

Studies became commonplace for the two. So did practice drills and sparring. Things became warm between them. The ice carefully hardened around his heart melted layer by layer until he became warm as the sun itself whenever he walked into a room. They were both fire, and he found himself fond of her.

Come high school they were inseparable. The two’s performance was neck and neck, but they considered themselves a team. Yet, it was undeniable that Hawks was able to do just a bit more, push a little harder, hold a greater margin for error than she could. It was the only point of contention between them - not because of rivalry, but of his overbearing protectiveness.

“I’m not a child! I can take care of myself!”

“Except for when you can’t. Someday you might push yourself too far, and then what?”

“And what do you suggest to make you feel better? Are you gonna babysit me forever?”

“No, I ju-”

“I’m my own person. I chose this life. I may not ever be as strong as you, but I can be amazing; and I’ll do it without your help.”

It had finally come to a head. Though disagreements had always happened, this was the first one that left a permanent rift. He wanted to and often tried to remedy the relationship between them, but she avoided him - sometimes it seemed she was still angry, but others it seemed she was embarrassed. Either way, graduation came and went, and he found himself alone.

It was lonely at the top. He had risen so high so quickly that he didn’t make many friends at all on the way up. He had graduated, and by the end of the next year he was in the top ten making names, selling merch, and performing interviews.

“So, Hawks, you’ve risen so quickly through the ranks! You must have had some real drive to make it this far. What was your inspiration?”

“Well, you see…” he had intended to stick to the scripted answer, but something about the studio lights and camera flashes and the nostalgic nature of the question clouded his thoughts and he found himself wandering.

“I met a superhero, and I lost her, and… I want her back. She’s ok and isn’t anywhere as well-known as I am, but she’s the reason I’m here now. She said that the best of the best will be because they aren’t doing it for themselves, so I can only do so much being here for selfish reasons, but she deserves to hear that she’s the reason I’m here, and I’ll be waiting for her!”

Had the nature of such “live” interviews not truly been live that take wouldn’t have been cut from the broadcast, but at least he had put it out into the air and admitted it to himself. Now he could continue hoping to see her again.

[omgnsfwisnsfw-blog]

The Beginning Is The End Is The Beginning: Second Chapter Prologue

It was nighttime, and the waning moon was, for some reason, vividly bright. Mike McGuire was laying in the middle of the ring in their backyard, staring up through the branches. The leaves had yet to sprout, but the buds were set to start opening up anytime. Same could be said for the young plants newly set in the soil near the back porch- a small plot of land freshly tilled up, planted with varying marigolds, daffodils, impatiens, and centered in it all, a rosebush received for Valentine’s. It was nice and neat, every plant perfectly arranged. The same could not be said for the garage.

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It had all began not even a few days ago. A few days ago after losing their beloved tag team championship belts at the biggest show of the year. They had spoken little. They showered, dressed, went to the hotel, slept, got on the plane the next morning. And somewhere over the ocean, John had turned to Mike, and in a rare initiation of conversation…

“Mike.”

John was looking out the window, like he did with every trip, and there was a quiet mesmerization about it. Mike startled a bit. He didn’t usually initiate conversation. Sometimes early on they wouldn’t speak for hours, and when Mike asked why he wasn’t talking to them he simply replied ‘you didn’t say anything.’ Him breaking his ‘speak when spoken to’ habit usually indicated he had something important on his mind, so they’d shifted and given him their full attention. “Yeah, bud?”

“I turned 42 two weeks ago.”

He didn’t sound overtly happy about it. John’s emotional inflection was a subtle, nuanced thing, but by now Mike had become very attuned to picking it out. Still, they offered him a wavery little smile, probably in an attempt to cheer the both of them up. “You shoulda told me that. Woulda made you a cake.”

John shrugged.

“Better stuff to celebrate.”

His hand touched the window briefly.

“Like us.”

He turned to Mike in his chair and spoke low.

“But what I mean is that … maybe I can continue to do this. Maybe my body holds up a little longer. But I’ve come to realization that I don’t want to.” They sat up bolt upright, their head tilting to the side. For a moment they resembled an Irish Setter who just heard a far-off dog whistle and was trying to process what in the world that sound was. “You wanna stop? Like… this minute?” It wasn’t accusatory- more like confirming that the sounds coming out of his mouth were forming words that they were understanding the meaning of.

“Yes.” “You sure?” “Yes.” They sat back in their seat, expression a little dazed, as if showing mild signs of shock. Then they closed their eyes, inhaled, exhaled. Managed a smile, wobbly for a different reason than their previous one, and reached over, giving his wrist a squeeze. “...okay.”

The declaration had caught Mike completely off guard. In a way, they thought, they should’ve seen it coming at some point- he’d made some remarks about the ugliness of the business, beginning to think past it. But they hadn’t thought it would happen so suddenly. It was like driving at 60 MPH and then suddenly slamming on the brakes, the sudden jettisoning into the seatbelt knocking out all your breath and leaving your insides hurting. They went home. He planted his garden, seeming serene and perfectly content. Mike gave Alundra a once-over- they’d had her painted in their absence, the vivid yellow and red flame paintjob traded for an emerald green with orange flame one. The new vanity plates installed- NSFW 1. Something stabbed inside them. The next day. Grocery shopping. Mike going over their particulars. So much had been provided for them that had to be taken into account now. Health insurance- the extended coverage wouldn’t last forever, and though they could easily afford it, plans for two people in their shape wasn’t going to come easily. Something pricked at their eyes. Mike kept staring at their phone. It would ring eventually, they just knew it, a gruff voice on the other end demanding what in the blue hell they thought they were doing, is this what I wasted my time on you for, pulling yourself out of obscurity and stumbling into the perfect partner just to vanish like a fart in the wind? They weren’t sure the old man would say that. But what would they think, when they heard? How would they explain ‘he wanted out and I couldn’t deny him that and I can’t keep going in good fucking conscience without him’? And so on till today. This evening. Just now. Mike found themselves in the garage. They looked around. A small box was on the table- a prototype of a new piece of merch. A snowglobe. Little figurines of them under a dome of glass filled with water. They held their title belts. Shake it, orange and green confetti glitter swirled around. Pieces of fanmail, notes on their Twitter, asked where they’d gone. Some wished them well. Some worried that they were hurt or worse. Some said they felt betrayed. Why couldn’t you have even said goodbye? We believed in you. Quitters. Mike’s grip tightened on the snowglobe, their teeth gritting together hard. ‘It got taken from me and I wasn’t ready, and it fuckin’ sucks. So bad.’ Their own words from a year past slam into their brain and with a roar, they throw the snowglobe down, sending a shatter of broken glass and glitter water splatting over the concrete floor. A t-shirt snatched from a box, the phoenix that’d been emblazoned on their viking flags torn in two with an obnoxious ripping sound, the rest of the box kicked over. Their head whipped around, glaring viciously at the cardboard face of David Scott. Screeching, all but consumed by their fury, they dashed forward, grabbing him by the top of his large, scowling head and tearing the cutout apart. They couldn’t believe their own anger. They felt robbed, cheated, resentful. And all those feelings made Mike feel even worse, because they didn’t want to direct them at John. They couldn’t have kept going if he hadn’t wanted to. They didn’t want to be one more person who knew his desires and chose to ignore them. Mike’s train of thought slowly cooled their anger. All that was left was a giant mess of broken glass, torn t-shirts, dented boxes, ripped up cardboard. Something sick heaved in their chest and they left the garage, numbly trekking through the backyard until they found themselves in the ring.

-------------- So there they were. Maybe they could salvage something. Maybe the fans they hadn’t completely alienated would still want them, for old time’s sake. If they got back into auto repair maybe they could even sell them there as a bonus. Nostalgia was always a hot ticket, and somebody in the future was bound to remember that one tag team that got super hot and then vanished without a trace out of nowhere. Raising an arm, they laid it over the bridge of their nose, shielding their closed eyes from the moonlight as they tried not to sob. Don’t be fuckin’ stupid.

John stood in the doorway of garage backdoor. Behind him was the aftermath of the disturbance that woke him. He had noticed immediately that Mike was gone. He had sat up from the bed and waiting until the noises subside. Quietly, he went to the garage and looked upon what had happened. His emotions ticked up slightly to disappointment that the quiet last few days had been a simmering pot and it had just spilled over. Soft footsteps went across the yard to the source. He stood just outside the ring, keeping his distance for the moment. He cut through the ambience of the night.

“I know you’re angry at me.” There was a long pause. The soft, occasional chirp of an early cricket or two. “‘M not mad at you. I feel shitty that I’m mad at all. S’ fuckin… complicated.” They didn’t move, their speech muted. If their anger was a fire, right now they were the embers that some knowledgeable Eagle Scout had doused with water and stirred up with a stick. Only You Can Prevent Wildfires. “...i didn’t want to not give you this. I feel like I’ve let people down. Myself a little. And then I get mad at myself cuz the alternative is what? Making you run yourself down when you don't want to anymore just to feed my own fuckin’ dream that I should’a grown out of? It… I…” Sniff. “...it just happened so fuckin’ quick. Like slammin’ a book shut ‘fore you read the end.”

John circled around to the wooden steps leading up onto the apron. He put a foot on the first step.

“I thought it would just be the end of a chapter.” Slowly lowering their arm from their face, they scooted themself across the canvas a bit away from the center- not a recoil, but an invitation. Reaching up, they curled their hand around the bottom rope. They knew that. It made them feel even more foolish for exploding the way they had, the silvery light of the moon accentuating the blush standing out on their damp cheeks. “I’m bein’ a fuckin’ dumb baby, aren’t I…”

“No. Not happy that I advertently made a decision for you as well.”

“We’re a package deal. Can’t do it without you. Don’t want to. I know what you said’s right. Our story ain’t over. Just feel like I’ve been thrown violently into the next scene without any time to brace myself. But I’ll get over it. Get over myself, maybe.” Their right arm, the one not gripping onto the rope, reaches out to the side, fingers beckoning a bit. “‘M sorry I broke all that stuff… poor Milscott…”

“It was just that. Stuff.”

He stepped up onto the apron.

“I believed in what we said. All of that talk about hall of fames and being the greatest. It was fun. It lit a fire inside of me. But it made me feel like we were walking down the wrong path. Like we almost did before.”

“Mouthy little shit talks a big game.” There was a dry chuckle at that. All that talk of being the first tag team in the EWC Hall of Fame would likely amount to just that. Talk. It was one of the things that’d jagged at them these past few days, that their ultimate legacy was apparently a foul-mouthed hothead who made big grandiose boasts only to bail without warning. Exhaling, they turned their head toward him, hand still reaching in his direction. “How so? We weren’t bein’ dicks again, were we?”

“No.”

He walked along the the edge of the apron, stopping just before them.

“Don’t think it was that simple. Our words, though? They started to mirror something we swear we’d never be. Started to have some folks nod along that weren’t before.”

It took Mike a moment to puzzle that one out, their mouth pursing, flicking two and fro, nose crinkling a bit. After a few seconds, though, their red-rimmed eyes popped, left hand releasing the rope and going to their mouth with a gasp. “Noooooo. You can’t fuckin’ mean… no. No motherfuckin’ way we were sounding like him. … Were we really?”

“Maybe not exactly. But it made me think. Readjusted a few priorities.”

He had finally stepped through the ropes and entered the ring. He stood over them.

“I would have gone as long as we had those belts. And sure, there were amazing possibilities on the horizon. I love the sport. But I had been wrong in the assumption that it was the only thing I was meant to do. You made me see that.” Mike looked up at him. From this angle he looked impossibly huge, and it made them feel smaller in comparison. Physically anyway. John never made you feel small as a person, and if he did, you probably deserved it. “...maybe I’ve had it backwards this whole time then. I kept seeing things as… I don’t fuckin’ know… a block building. You take out any one part of it- me, you, our home, the business- and everything falls to pieces. I mean I figured we’d stop someday, maybe in a year or two, kinda ease out of it, tell everybody where we were going an’ why. But in all those big fuckin’ pipe dreams I didn’t think about what you thought. I just assumed you wanted the same thing I did when it came to the business an’ that was fuckin’ selfish of me. I’m really sorry.”

He knelt down beside Mike, before finally sitting back, crossing his legs.

“I wanted all of that. But there’s more to us, I believe. I’d be naive to think there isn’t conflict elsewhere in the world but it is less likely than what we were doing. I had remembered what I loved about the business before it was taken all away. But more importantly, I now have something I never had.”

“...VIP customer status at Barnes and Noble?” The cheeky grin that flicked onto Mike’s face wasn’t the wavering, willing-yourself-to-smile expression she’d given him the last couple days. Like a breath of fresh air, it was real. Slowly, they pulled themself up to a sitting position, folding their legs likewise, facing him, reaching for his hands. Without hesitation, John placed his hands into theirs. He smiled in response to Mike’s joke. Sighing softly, Mike ran their thumbs over his knuckles tenderly. Even if they had been mad at him, it wouldn’t have lasted. They could be mad at a lot and hold grudges for ages, but never at him. Something about John was impossible to be angry with- least that’s how Mike saw it. “So… now what?”

John shrugged in response. But in that same moment, he felt an answer come through.

“We stop hiding who we are.”

[mortal-orvus]

Orvus’ New Gadget

Summary: Upon hearing that there is a market at the Korthos depot, Orvus travels to the Korthos sector to see the wares available. Little did he know how shady the operation there was. And it gets even shadier when he finds a pair of Lombax hoverboots.

Orvus knew that if he was going to explore the galaxy in search of his son, he would have to be prepared in every way, shape, and form. Though he wasn’t sure how his preparations led him to such a place. All he heard was that there was a market operating at the Korthos sector depot, but he didn’t expect the said market to look so...shady.

It was nothing but a blue alien and his pet bird selling some of the things he “scavenged” throughout the Polaris galaxy. Just looking at all of it gave Orvus a bad feeling. And him getting bad feelings meant something was very wrong. Even the wares were giving him the shivers. Agorian bombs, Drophyd commando suits, space pirate treasure, among other dangerous objects to own. At least there was no Zoni technology.

But one alarming thing did catch his eye. Sitting casually on the ground was none other than a pair of Lombax hoverboots. This was...surprising. Lombax technology was something that next to no one saw nowadays. Not since the Lombaxes left this dimension. What was a pair of their hoverboots doing here?

“Howdy there, friend. Can’t help but notice that you’ve been looking at those hoverboots quite a bit,” the Smuggler said, walking up to a now startled Orvus.

The mortal Zoni took a breath before folding his arms, “Eh, yes, pardon me for staring at them for so long. I was just wondering...how did you get ahold of a Lombax gadget like this?”

“AWK! He’s onto us! Throw him off the depot! AWK!” The bird suddenly squawked, but the Smuggler was quick to quiet him down.

“What my associate is trying to say is that when you’re selling merch like this, you stop thinking about where it came from and start focusing on where it’s going. Speaking of which,” the Smuggler picked up the boots and held them up to Orvus, “I’d say that these boots look to be about your size, don’t ya think?”

“Wha-? Me?” Orvus placed a hand on his chest, his eyes going wide. Was he really trying to seel him Lombax technology that shouldn’t even be in this market in the first place? It felt morally wrong in a way. But, at the same time, they could be useful. He shook his head, “I...I don’t know…”

“Listen here, friend. You’re not the first person to question something like this. I can see that you’re concerned about these hoverboots being sold off in a place like this. You wouldn’t want these ending up in the wrong hands, right?” The Smuggler replied, brushing some dust and dirt off of the boots.

“I suppose…” Orvus muttered.

“Well, then I’ll make you a deal. Being the generous person I am, I’ll let you have these boots for just fifteen-hundred bolts. You’ll get to keep these boots safe with the bonus of using them for yourself and I’ll be able to get them off my hands. Whaddya say?”

“AWK! Buy them or scram! AWK!” The parrot squawked.

The mortal Zoni frowned a bit. He was not a fan of that bird. But the Smuggler did bring up a good point. Lombax technology was very precious. It felt wrong to just leave the boots here for anyone else to take. Also, on a bit of his selfish side, he did desperately miss his ability to float. With these hoverboots, he would be able to recover some of his old fighting techniques. And even invent some new ones. His mind was now made up. He nodded and pulled out the necessary bolts. “Alright, I will take them.”

“A very smart decision. But do me a favor and keep this purchase between you and me,” the Smuggler said before tending to his other wares.

“I will keep that in mind,” Orvus said, taking the hoverboots and quickly going back to his ship. That smuggler may have been shady, but he had to hand it to him, he was a good salesman. But leaving all of that behind, Orvus looked at his new pair of hoverboots. It looked like he had some new training to do.