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winterlynightlystories · 1 year

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My nocturnal Serenade

Pt2

Tw; Sleep deprivation, Sukuna being Sukuna, fighting,

Please do not copy or steal my work.

Sukuna/Sorcerer!Male!Reader

Note; Thank you all! I never imagined so many people would like my silly little story. Here's part 2 and part 3 is already on the way!

Summary; After the discovery of your empty tomb, Sukuna remember the day he realized his feelings for you.

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Ever since they came back from your tomb, Sukuna had been restless. Never before had he felt more trapped inside his vessel than now. He needed to go search for you. Every fibre of his soul asked for you.

It didn't matter if Gojo Satoru or anyone claimed you had multiple false tombs. It didn't matter if they kept telling his vessel over and over that you had died.

He knew you.

They didn't.

They ignored everything about the bond between the two of you, about your little deal before his fall. If they did, they would have said something about you eating his heart! Yet, the subject never came.

And why weren't they searching for every single one of your decoys? Gojo did say you definitely hid one of his fingers there. Not only did Sukuna wants his finger back, but he also wanted you back.

His only weakness.

The one for who he had accepted to fall.

Even after a thousand years, Sukuna realized his feelings had never changed. You were his one and only.

His dearest.

And no one would keep him away from you.

His first, and most, victim was poor Yuji. His vessel had to deal with his now constant fight for control. Sukuna left no respite for the boy, resulting in Yuji barely sleeping. The only real problems Sukuna had to face were Yuji’s determination to keep him in check and the forever presence of Gojo Satoru.

Like a second shadow, the sorcerer followed Yuji wherever the brat needed to be. And if Gojo had to leave, he would take Yuji with him.

At this point, it was a real joke.

But it also allowed Sukuna the opportunity to mess around with the brat's mind. The kid was full of insecurities and fear.

And it was a game they both played. Because the little shit began bothering him about you and asking questions he had no right to ask. And each time Sukuna would attack him, without a single answer.

Because he didn't want to share when you two had met, you had jumped headfirst into the fight to save your friend, or when he had realized he had caught feelings for you.

They were too personal.

Because of course he still remembered when the realization had hit.

It felt like yesterday.

Sukuna sat surrounded by offerings. Uraume stood by his side, watching the villagers bringing more food, alcohol and other gifts. Sukuna had since long stopped listening to the mortals, boredom threatening to plague him. Then, he saw you.

Ignoring him, you walked down the street. One look was enough for Sukuna to see you were injured, putting as little weight as possible on your wounded leg. You were probably hiding more.

It was the perfect opportunity to strike you. Weak, you would have no chance to put up a fight. With your death, no more sorcerer would dare face him!

Yet, he did not attack.

Instead, he hoped you would turn your head and at least acknowledge him.

You did not.

Head low, you disappeared behind a house.

For a second, Sukuna didn't know what to do. He could feel Uraume staring at him, waiting for an order. He didn’t want them to interfere in his altercation with you. But at that very moment, Sukuna wanted nothing more than to order them to bring you to him. He wanted to see for himself the severity of your wounds and listen to you explaining why and how you got them.

With barely a word, only ordering Uraume to stay here, Sukuna went after you. Why? He couldn’t explain. Maybe it was because he never saw you hurt before, except by his attacks, maybe because he didn’t support you ignoring him. Even to these days, the King of curses could not answer.

He found you still walking, somewhat slower, and still acting as if he wasn't there. Something was wrong and Sukuna hated it.

It didn't take long before Sukuna appeared in front of you, a cruel smile painted across his faces. He hoped to get a reaction, any.

- “Not now Sukuna. I don’t have time or strength to deal with you.” you sighed and avoided him.

- “What? You are going to leave all those poor souls to die?” he asked, acting as if your indifference meant nothing, when in reality it bothered him more than it should have.

- “They are all already dead. Either we fight now and they become a casualty or you kill them once you get bored enough. They will live longer if I just let you be.” you answered, tired, and Sukuna finally saw the dark circles under your eyes. “Sukuna, you do realize my life doesn’t turn around fighting you, right? I have my own life, my own problems. If you aren’t offering me food and a place to rest, I’ll be on my way.”

For a good second, Sukuna didn’t know what to say. But then a wicked smile appeared on his lips.

- “And what if I did?” he asked

-” What?” you froze, raising your head to look at him in the eyes.

-” Let’s make a deal! As long as you stay with me, they get to live! I have enough food and sake for days.”

-”What sick game are you playing at?” you asked, and Sukuna saw worries in your eyes, but also hope.

-”No traps! I swear on my life!” chuckled Sukuna, bending over your head he added; “You can eat and drink as much as you want. Easy, right? Maybe you could also explain to me what happened to you?”

You stared at him, silently, for what felt like an eternity. As if you were looking right at his soul and judging him. Sukuna also had the chance to look you up and down, and what he saw angered him. Your lip was split and a large bruise had formed on your throat. Something told him that given the chance to take off your clothes, he would find more.

It would also be so easy to insult or belittle you. He already had a hundred of those on the tips of his tongue. He just needed to open his mouth to tell them.

But he could not.

And Sukuna had no explanation. He just could not bring himself at the moment to hurt you more.

Finally, you accepted with a nod. Too tired to fight or go further. Even an idiot could see you needed help. Worse, Sukuna just could not let you go. Not while looking like that. Not without knowing who he needed to hunt and kill for what has been done to you.

Side by side you walked back. You ignored all the eyes on you and sat next to Sukuna. The King of Curse silently ordered Uraume to bring you some of the food and the sake. It was only after a few bottles did you finally told him the whole story. You had refused an arranged marriage and been jumped, not only by your own family, but also the future bride’s family. And you had run away, wanting to make sure they could not marry you off.

That explained your wounds. Only you would refuse to fight back against your family, even when they were trying to force your hand into marriage. And Sukuna wanted nothing more than to go after them all.

He was interrupted in his plan when he felt you laid against him. Your head came to rest against one of his arms and you closed your eyes. You whispered a thank you before falling asleep, snoring almost immediately.

It was there. Right there did Sukuna realize what he really felt for you.

At that moment, the King of curses felt many things. Disgust toward himself, for falling for a mortal, and shame for the same reason. Then, as he looked at your sleeping face, came acceptance and possessiveness. You were the fiercest sorcerer he knew, and the only one who could rival against him. Sukuna always looked up to your fights and he only now understood; it wasn’t the fight he was waiting for, but to see you.

Slowly, to not wake you up, Sukuna wrapped his two arms around you, keeping you warm against him. And for the first time, since he could remember, it felt right.

And as you slept against him, Sukuna could only think one thing; mine

Sukuna's memories were interrupted by the voice of Gojo Satoru. The man talked about something on the tv.

Opening an eye, the first thing Sukuna saw was Gojo typing something on his phone while talking to a named Nanami on speaker. How the fucker could see a thing with his blindfold was a mystery.

Then, the news caught his attention.

On the screen; pure devastation. Buildings were still being ravaged by flames, and so were the trees, while the streets filled with the wounded and the rescuers. The streets... It was a big name for what was left of them. In live, Sukuna watched a large building fall on the ground and the victims’ screams made him smile. And his smile only grew wilder when he noticed the marks on certain buildings, recognizing them easily.

- “Yuji finally fell asleep. Just in time, he didn't see the news and hopefully won't. Things are moving quicker than we thought. It's coming dangerously close.” said Gojo Satoru, his expression serious. ”I need you to watch over Megumi and Nobara for me, until we deal with this situation. I'll keep moving Yuji, but I will also need to cut all contact. It will be safer for everyone.”

Sukuna's eye turned back on the screen, finally recognizing the place; it was Tokyo. More precisely, the district of Shibuya. Completely ravaged, there was barely anything left to identify it.

Excitement filled Sukuna's heart as he laughed, bringing Gojo's attention to him.

- “Yeah, I have to leave you, Sukuna saw it.” the sorcerer hung up, his face still turned toward the eye and mouth. “Don’t dream too much. We won’t let you go that easily.”

- “Oh, but I hope so! He must be enjoying your little game of cat and mouse right now. Y/n always loved to chase me across the country.” laughed Sukuna, turning his eye toward Gojo. “I can't wait for him to catch you! You won’t be able to hide behind your little technics, and what are you without them, Gojo Satoru? Nothing.” and again, Sukuna laughed. “And he had a thousand years of training! Oh yes! Keep lying to the brat, you will only make it easier to break him. I can not wait to watch my dearest destroy you.”

- “For that, he will have to find us. It won't be easy,” answered Gojo, crossing his legs. “Even if we have to unify every sorcerer alive in the country, we will win against him.”

- “You know, I almost envy your confidence. Almost.” mocked Sukuna.

For only response, Gojo looked away. It was becoming harder and harder to hide the reality. To hide the fact you never died and humiliated them all by convincing them you did. It allowed you a thousand years of freedom and training. What kind of beast did you become? What did you look like?

Sukuna could already feel you under his touch, taste your skin and hear your voice. You had both waited centuries to be reunited, what were a few more days? Already too much.

But soon you would be back where you belonged; at his side and with you there, Sukuna knew he would return to power without problem.

#male reader #x male reader #gojo satoru #jjk #sukuna x male reader #sukuna #fanfic #jjk x male reader #jujutsu kaisen #my nocturnal serenade

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angelynmoon · 10 months

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Back on my eldritch monster Steve bs

Part 6

They don't tell Hopper and Joyce, not right away at least because Steve is wary of the Russian they bring home, oh Steve could easily eat him and feel no guilt about it if he reacts badly but Eddie told him that he wasn't allowed to eat people.

El had amended it by saying he was allowed to eat bad people, which had led to arguments about cannabalism and the morality of it.

Steve didn't want to point out that he wasn't human so it didn't count, mostly because he really didn't want to add fuel to the fire, he was also not telling them about the fact that his kind had regularly ate one another and he'd been considered odd because he didn't hunt or eat his own kind, not even when he'd slaughtered them but it was amusing to see the arguments.

Steve doesn't mind keeping the secret, he's kept what he was hidden for so long, he's never told anyone really, they always just knew he wasn't human; wasn't right.

Even some of the people he rarely interacted with had known, stayed clear of him, some of the older folks, the ones that decended from the first ones to settle in Hawkins would even walk across the street to avoid him.

They knew he was Other, knew it down in their very bones.

Hawkins had been strange long before Brenner had opened a rift to the Down Below.

Unnatural things had been happening here since long before White Settlers had come, the natives knowing better than to linger, lest something make sure they never escaped.

No one cared to learn that the first few towns near Hawkins had vanished without so much as a bloodstain, houses left untouched, food left to rot and clothes left on the lines to dry but Steve knew, he'd known as soon as he'd crawled into this Upper World that he was not the first.

He'd be the last, of course, he would but there was another, somewhere, wandering among the mortals.

Steve had never bothered to look for them, didn't want to know them or even reveal himself to them. Part of him was afraid they'd attack him outright and Steve would really become the last of his kind, because that was not a fight he would lose, not with his family counting on him for protection.

Another part of him worried that they'd want to pair and spawn more of their own kind, raise them like they'd been raised, to hunt and eat and leave nothing but wasteland in their wake.

That had never been Steve's ideal to raise his spawn, he'd just wanted them to live, he'd wanted to raise them gentle, and loving, but life was cruel and his spawn had never broke from their cocoons.

Steve knew that they'd have to tell Joyce and Hopper eventually but right now he liked having only his kids in the know.

They were curious but their questions had less to do with what he could do, what he'd done and more to do with trying tp give him a dustpans and dinosaus name, they asked what he looked like, begged to see it with various puppy eyes that Steve forced himself to resist, if they really saw him they'd be scared.

Steve didn't want them to fear him, had never wanted to be feared at all, it was why he'd kept himself to himself in the Down Below, away from others of his kind and their expectations.

But he really should have known that his peace would not last.

Like calls to like, after all, and he should have known that he would come across the other one of his kind eventually, he had just not quite expected who the other turned out to be, but, well, it made a certain amount of sense all things considered.

A/n: I already know who I want to be the other Eldritch creature but feel free to throw guesses.

@addelyin @merricatty @lesbiabrobin @apuckishwit @0o-mushroom-o0 @starlight-archer @darkwitchoferie @just-a-tiny-void @swimmingbirdrunningrock @intergalactic-president-awesome @vampireinthesun @goodolefashionedloverboi @adhdsummer @purpleanimeoverart @space-invading-pigeon @lilaclilyroses @nohomoyesbi @plantzzsandpencilzzs @korixae @subversivecynic @flusteredcas @persnicketysquares @freddykicksasses @little-trash-ghost @cupcakesnwhiskey @cats-ate-all-of-my-pasta

#eldritch monster steve #upside down creature steve #steddie undertones #part 6 #mentioned cannibalism #not the fandom that usually applies to #From the Rot

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pixelnrd · 3 months

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obvously river ultimately made his own choices, but april put a lot of pressure on him to conform and join her dad's company and be someone he ultimately wasn't for her own gain (which wasn't necessarily NEGATIVE gain, their family needed to be provided for but still). Now it feels like instead of having learned her lesson from her own road with unhappiness from conforming she's just...doing the same thing to Dustin?? Instead of trying to figure out why he's so unhappy she's just trying to push him to do things because he's interrupting her time with the woman she left his dad for??? at least that's how it feels, idk i'm annoyed with her lol.

I can understnad this interpretation of April as being a bit... selfish? Hypocritical? She definitely is, and from the sentiments in comments about April on recent posts I get the feeling that others feel the same way about April (which is valid! not devaluing that at all).

BUT I want to counter this with a different interpretation (long post sorry!)

For all her faults, April isn't meant to be seen as unfeeling or callous. April is a product of her own upbringing and time period, and if anything she is a victim of changing societal norms in the 70s/80s with second wave feminism. Her parents gave her a great education and expected big things from her with college and a career - she became a doctor. But society also expected her to have the husband and the house and the babies. And she did all that, she played her life by the book as it was laid out to her - and ultimately found that cumulatively, over time in was a burden. It made her burnt out and unhappy. She was expected to uphold her own career, raise the kids, look after the house, have dinner on the table for them all. That's a huge burden to bear, and at a time when men weren't expected to pick up any of the slack to allow women to enter the workforce and become more than homemakers (and let's be real, plenty of men still don't do this in the 21st century). River in that sense did not make it any easier for April - he was playing his own role, one that didn't expect him to share that burden of homemaking and childreading beyond hanging out with the kids on the weekend and doing the odd handy job. He was blind to the burden that April was bearing.

April was also running in the rat race from college, to career, to wife, to mother. She didn't get time to stop and check in with herself on whether she was having a good time. In fact I don't think April could pinpoint when it started to go wrong either. It was the wearing down over time of a person who was expected to do it all and be everything for everyone.

I do feel like everyone comes out in defence for the heir (which, hey, is fair - its their story!). But I've tried to portray all my characters as having flaws and negative traits, making mistakes and not being perfect. River was far from perfect as a husband and Dad. He just slid right on into the breadwinner male role without question because in the era he lived in, that was what husbands did. He grew up in a non-traditional household and was always subconsciously rebelling against that. He grew up poor and got himself to college. He was given a career opportunity that would make him a lot of money and he genuinelly wanted that. He wanted to have material wealth to show for himself after having grown up with no electricity, eating home grown vegetables and wearing thrift clothes. Ultimately he didn't realise the cost of the lifestyle he sought, or why ultimately his parents rejected it - they were happier people, even though they had less.

It's not entirely April's fault that River went down a path that didn't make him happy. Being with April presented opportunities and a lifestyle that River bought into. But as time went on, and they had a house and kids, River became trapped in the cycle of upholding that lifestyle.

River and April were only 20 when they met. They got locked down too young thanks to societal expectations and familial pressures and ultimately they grew up during that marriage into different people. I think the beauty of their separation - even thought hurtful for all involved - was that they were finally able to explore who they really wanted to be.

That's not to say that they didn't learn their lessons. April tries to tolerate Dustin's apathy, but probably finds it hard considering the pressure her parents put on her, and the sacrifices she feels that she made to give him a great upbringing and feeling taken advantage of - after all, she was full time Mum and and a full time doctor.

When writing the character of April, I thought a lot about my own Mum and my Grandmothers and other Mums I have known in my lifetime. And I thought about how they all did double shift, coming home from their paid work to do the unpaid work of being a wife, Mum and homemaker. I wanted April to have her liberation from this system, so that was what I gave her.

I worry that April's character hasn't come across the way I intended, and that makes me feel like I haven't done her justice. If anything that's a lesson to myself in storytelling! But I hope this essay-like response can give others a different way of thinking about April 😊

#asks #answers #april jones

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thecursedanon · 2 months

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Amusement Park Shenanigans

Alternate title: Never agree to go to an amusement park w/ Gojo. Characters: Switch!Yuji, Lee!Nanami(technically switch!Nanami, but only briefly.) Ler!Gojo, Megumi, Nobara. (brief mentions of Shoko, Suguru and Haibara.) Genre: Fluff (also some hurt/comfort if you squint enough at certain points) Word count: 6388 Description: Gojo decides to take the students to the amusement park, and drags a very unwilling Nanami along with them... after trying to failing to convince Gojo to let him leave, and one too many grumpy remarks from Nanami, Gojo decides to do what Gojo does best... cause absolute chaos. Part 2: (click here)

It was a comfortable day, the weather was beginning to cool down as they just entered into fall. The leaves began to change into varying shades of amber or red, and everyone seemed a bit more light and cheerful at the beauty of the changing season.

Well… not quite everyone…

You may not be very light or cheerful if you were stuck at an amusement park chaperoning a gaggle of students.

“Can we leave now?”

“Aw come on, Nanami,” Gojo pouted. “Lighten up! We're at an amusement park, you mean to tell me you're not having any fun?”

Or if you were Kento Nanami.

“Not in the slightest.” He retorted, still unsure just how he ended up accompanying them to begin with. It’s entirely possible Satoru had suggested he tag along and rather than argue with him, which would require paying attention, he half listened and just agreed to whatever childish assertion he had made.

Satoru grinned at his friend’s discontentment. “Where's your sense of childlike adventure and amazement?? Just look at Yuji, he's having fun.”

The white haired teacher gestured to Yuji, who was currently stumbling around the park like a baby giraffe learning to walk, evidently dizzy from one too many go-arounds on the rollercoaster they just returned from.

They had stopped in an out of the way area of the park so that the boy could recover… which evidently wasn’t going well.

The pink haired teen eventually lost his fight with gravity and fell over, if this had been a cartoon you probably could have seen stars circling around his head.

“See? Childlike amazement.”

Yuji gave a grin to the others, a dazed look on his face. “I'm having so much fun!! Just tell me when the ride is over!”

Nanami gives the boy a silent look of concern as he sighs.

“Alright alright, take five, ya finger eating freak.” Gojo laughed and bent down to pat the pinkette on the head. “But hey, don't just take Itadori’s word for it--” Suddenly Gojo was beside Nanami, whispering to him. “Because the kid is a little… strange.”

The next moment, Gojo was beside Megumi, who had a bright pink sakura flower balloon tied to his wrist and looked as though he was being held there against his will. “Megumi, you're having fun with your beloved sensei's, right?”

Megumi grunted in annoyance. “Somehow this is worse than that time you rented a bouncy house when I was ten…”

“Hey, kids love bouncy houses!” Gojo argued.

“Too bad it wasn't for them.” The edgy teen sighed, recalling what was apparently a painful memory for him.

Satoru pouted, pinching his emo son’s side, producing an uncharacteristic yip from the boy. “You can't argue that it wasn't a totally fun Friday night!”

“Fine… allow me to rephrase my question.” Nanami readjusted his sunglasses with a sigh, not bothering to cover up his annoyance with being dragged to a place full of people on one of his mythical days off. “Can I leave now?”

“Haaaah?? Why would you want to leave???” Gojo reacted as though he'd just witnessed a terrible accident in slow motion… kind of like Megumi recalling the bounce house incident . “This is family bonding day! And last time I checked you're still part of this family-- whether you like it or not!!” he quickly added at the end, sensing Nanami was about to deny it.

Nanami glanced at the group of kids they were chaperoning. “You know I hate amusement parks.” He said, this time quieter so only Satoru could hear him.

Gojo blinked in confusion from behind his sunglasses as he tried to pull a lost sequence from his memory. Did he know that? Now that he mentions it… he did recall something about an amusement park… but what?

While Satoru was silent (for once), Nanami took this as his chance to really try to convince him. “And besides… I doubt the kids would even notice I'm gone.”

Satoru stared blankly at the blonde, still attempting to force the two remaining neurons that weren’t focused on being a menace to spark the memory that was just evading his grasp… Can you hear the dial up tone?

“Hey… that’s not true!” Yuji interjected, pulling himself together as he stumbled towards his father figure. “I’d notice you were gone.”

Nanami’s face softened as he looked at Yuji. “Itadori… wouldn’t you have more fun running around with your friends? I’ll just slow you all down.” he responded, his tone less harsh than before.

“No way, I won’t have nearly as much fun without you here.” He frowned, hitting Nanami with one of the classics… the puppy dog eyes. (dun dun dunnnn)

“Y-Yuji.” Kento warned, shifting his gaze uncomfortably away from his student but no matter where he looked there Yuji was… leaning more and more into the act.

“OH! I remember now!” Gojo said suddenly, inadvertently startling Yuji and causing him to fall over, evidently still not fully recovered from all the roller coaster rides.

Nanami flinched inwardly as Gojo leaned closer to him. “What?”

“Come on, Kento… how can you say no to that sweet boy? He looks like he’s about to cry…” The chaotic teacher cooed at Yuji as he resumed his puppy dog eyes… from his new spot sitting on the ground.

Nanami huffed, turning away again as he crossed his arms. “Itadori… Just because that works on Megumi and Gojo doesn’t mean it’s going to work on me..”

“How hurtful! I think you owe us an apology for being so grumpy…” Satoru mused, winking at Yuji as if to tell him to follow his lead.

“I am not apologizing to you…” Kento grumbled, briefly shooting a glare to the white haired man.

“No? Be reeeeeally sure about that before you respond.” Gojo warned the blonde teacher.

“I said no.”

Satoru sighed softly with an almost threatening grin on his face, slowly slipping his sunglasses off and attaching them to his shirt collar. “I didn’t want to do this… but you leave me no choice.”

Nanami scoffed and turned back around to face him, upon locking eyes with the older man, he felt a familiar wave of panic flood over him. “Satoru…” Panic he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

Gojo grinned even more as he rolled up his sleeves, approaching him slowly. “Yes, Kento?”

“Wh-What are you doing…?”

Kento mentally swore at himself for backing away from Satoru, he should be standing his ground right now… but that look… he recognized that look a little too well. And he didn't like it… (or did he?)

“Well, since you’re being such a grump I figured I’d fix your attitude for you.” Gojo hummed, a predatory glimmer in his eyes as he began to close the gap between them, raising his hands. “A few pokes here, a few squeezes there… and a whole bunch of tickles right there and voila! Good as new! One happy giggly Nanami ready to spend time with us without much complaint!”

Nanami’s eyes widened as he felt the color drain from his face. “Satoru… I will end you if you do this in front of the students.” he hissed as he began to back away again.

“What students? They’ve all scampered off… well, except for that kiddo right there.”

As if on cue, Itadori hooked his arms around Nanami from behind, grinning at the soft gasp he received. “What's wrong, Sensei? You look a little nervous…” the teen grinned.

“Itadori,” Nanami struggled in his hold to no avail, Yuji was using all of his strength to contain the stoic teacher in a bear hug, pinning his arms to his sides to stop him from breaking free. “if you don't let me go right now, so help me…”

“Threatening the students now, Nanami??” Gojo gasped melodramatically, slowly reaching his hands forward towards his squirming torso. “I'm shocked! Now I really have no choice but to adjust your attitude~”

Kento paused, his eyes catching sight of the slightly wiggling fingers that were inching closer. He felt another wave of panic rush over him, but attempted to not let it show, steeling his face as he forced himself to look away from Satoru. “Yuji… please let me go. I'm sorry for upsetting you.” He tried his hand at reasoning with the student as a last resort.

Unfortunately, he didn't receive any support there either. Yuji smiled, angling his head upwards to rest his chin on the back of Nanami’s shoulder. “There's no need to be sorry… I know crowds aren't really your scene.” He sympathized. “But… I did mean what I said. I do want you here… so I'm sorry for ambushing you like this.”

“Oh, so you can apologize to him, but not me??”

“Of course I can, I actually care about him.” Nanami retorted dryly, despite his impending doom.

Satoru gasped, his eyes dancing with amusement. He leaned in closer, speaking in a quieter tone. “You know, Nanami… if you wanted to be smothered with tickles so badly, all you had to do was ask~”

Satoru leaned back, allowing his teasing words to sink in for full effect before cracking his knuckles dramatically. “Alright Itadori, make sure to hold him niiiice and still for me, okay? Our dear sweet Nanami here turns into a wiggle-worm when he gets laughing.” he grinned as Yuji nodded in support, tightening his arms around him, but not so much so that it caused him any real discomfort.

“Both of you… this is ridiculous.” Nanami sighed, hoping if he didn't give the reaction he was looking for hoping that he'd grow bored quickly and go back to whining… as much as Kento hated his incessant whining. “Can you both stop being so chi--” he promptly stopped mid sentence as he felt Satoru grab his sides, lightly fluttering his grip.

“I'm sorry, what was that Nanami?” Gojo grinned. “I didn't quite catch that… what should we stop being?”

Kento took a subtle steadying breath, locking eyes with his tormenter with a blank look on his face. He didn't even dare to so much as flinch when Gojo touched him.

“As I was saying… can you both stop being so childish?” He answered calmly, outwardly unfazed by the maddeningly light teasing touches Satoru was administering to his sides.

Inwardly though… he was struggling to maintain his composure, trying desperately not to show any signs of weakness despite how god awfully, completely and utterly ticklish it felt...

“Childish? Nanami… there's nothing wrong with a little tickling, It serves as a great bonding experience!” Satoru said cheerfully, leaning in closer to tease the blonde. “Especially when you're as ticklish as we both know you are…~”

Nanami choked back his retort, focusing his efforts on keeping his icy composure. “Satoru… the last time you… did this- was when we were in school together.” He reminded his colleague, careful with his words so as not to fluster himself any further than he already was inside. “I've long since grown out of that childish sensitivity…”

But unfortunately nothing slips past Satoru and his infamous Six Eyes, the cheeky little bastard.

“Oho, did you now?” He raised his eyebrows in amusement at his bold assertion, taking his defiance as a full blown challenge. “Well in that case, you shouldn't mind this then… right?”

He walked his fingers slowly up and down his sides, inching closer to his ribs with each trip up.

Nanami broke eye contact with him in an attempt to not react, feeling flustered at the teasing look in his eyes. “Of course I mind it… I don't like being touched by you.”

Yuji blinked, surprised at his calm and even tone. Had this been him instead of Nanami he would've been on the ground in a heap of giggles by now. “Hmm…”

Gojo knew better though, he knew he was slowly chipping away at his defenses. He could see the subtle cues, feel his muscles twitching. “Yes, Yuji? What ails you, my dear boy?” He asked, glancing over Kento’s shoulder to meet Yuji’s gaze- well, what he could glimpse of it with how the pinkette had his face angled, anyway.

“Maybe he's right,” Itadori said with a note of genuine seriousness. “Maybe he's not ticklish anymore… I know I'd be a mess right now.”

“Well, that's because you're hopelessly ticklish~” Gojo teased his student with a wink, grinning at the flustered look Itadori shot him. “So is Nanami though, maybe even just as bad as you.”

Nanami clenched his jaw in aggravation, barely resisting the urge to blush. “I am not. And stop talking about me like I'm not here!”

“But he's not reacting… not even his breathing is off.” Itadori ignored his teacher's protest, continuing to converse with Satoru.

“Well, Itadori, that's because Nanami here is what we call; ✨stubborn✨, and also shy.” Gojo grinned at his students' newfound curiosity, using this to his advantage as another form of teasing. “He needs some gentle reassurances that it's okay if he gives in to the nice tickly tickles and starts blushing and giggling like a schoolboy.”

“Shut up. I most certainly do not giggle.” Nanami hissed in protest, feeling his face flush.

Whoopsie, that was a big chunk of his facade chipped away, watch your step everyone…

“Aww, see? He's already getting blushy.” Gojo cooed, brushing his fingertips against the bottom of the blonde's ribs. “It's okay, Kento… I don't mind being patient. That cute little laugh of yours is well worth the wait.”

Nanami took a sharp intake of breath, hating the feeling of how each gentle swipe across his ticklish midsection was chipping away at his sanity. “It's not… cute.” He forced out from behind gritted teeth.

Itadori raised an eyebrow, feeling his sensei tremble ever so slightly in his hold. “Does he really have a cute laugh?” He asked, grinning.

“No!”

Gojo laughed at Kento's quick rebuttal. “Yuji, come now, what about Nanami isn't utterly adorable~?” He continued dancing his fingertips lightly across what wasn't blocked off of Kento's ribs. “You know what's reeeeeally adorable about him?”

“What's that?”

“That he can't handle being teased... He gets extra giggly and blushy~” Gojo grinned, leaning in to speak quietly to Yuji, but just loud enough for Kento to still hear. This somehow made the snarky bastard's teases worse.

“Dammit… st-stop it already…!” Nanami huffed, squirming uselessly.

“Naaanami… does this tiiiiickle?” He teased, cooing at him like a damn toddler.

The younger teacher let out a growl of frustration, turning his head to face away from Gojo in a weak attempt to hide his darkening blush. He felt his body beginning to tremble as Gojo completely demolished his defenses.

“Come onnn… let us hear that adorable laugh~” he grinned, deciding to take things up a notch. He honed in on the sensitive spots between his ribs, giving light scratches to the area.

“Stop… I mean it…” he growled, forcing back any embarrassing sounds that may have tried to escape his throat.

“What's this?? Do I see a smile on your face? but I thought you weren't ticklish anymore, Kento. What gives?” Gojo teased, grinning devilishly.

“Maybe he's finally starting to have fun spending time with us.” Yuji grinned. Thanks Yuji… we knew we could count on you to not bully Nanami too.

“Ooo, maybe! Does that mean you're actually going to ride the Ferris wheel with me?”

“Not on your life.” Kento hissed, his lips trembling as they formed a panicky smile.

“Aww! You're so mean to me…” Satoru whined, an evil glimmer in his eyes as he stilled his movements. “Fine then, since you're going to be so mean, maybe I'll go for your extra tickly spots… now where were those again…?”

Nanami froze up as he felt Gojo pull a hand back to tap his chin in thought. In the process of doing so, he skimmed his fingertips against Nanami's waist, more specifically along the edge of his stomach. “S-Satoru…”

“Where oh where were those…” Gojo mumbled to himself, unable to keep the grin off of his face as he dropped his other hand, his fingers grazing Nanami's hip. “Oh… I just can't remember… the years are really starting to affect my memory!” He reached up to gently tap Kento's forehead to add emphasis to his words, but on the way up he brushed his fingers lightly against his neck.

Each ‘accidental’ touch, caused Nanami to flinch, the older of the two making sure his victim was well aware he knew exactly where his worst spots were… in his own chaotic Gojo way, of course.

“It’s a shame, really.” Satoru sighed, while he had Nanami distracted and on edge he mouthed a command to Yuji.

The pinkette grinned mischievously, nodding his compliance as Nanami watched his other teacher cautiously.

“But, what can ya do? That's just life… as we get older, we become slower to react.” The white haired man shrugged, making sure both of his hands were perfectly visible as he did so.

And that's when he struck.

Itadori, without moving too much, reached down with a clawed hand and clawed into the spot along his waist that Satoru had sneakily pointed out earlier, having seen that Yuji was paying attention. (For once.)

Nanami gasped sharply, barking out an involuntary laugh. Shock crashing over him. “No, I-Ihihitadohohori!” The dam finally broke, laughter pouring freely from his lips. “Wahahahait!”

Satoru let out a low whistle. “What's this? I thought big scary Nanami wasn't ticklish anymore?” He smirked.

Nanami blushed, unable to stop the laughter that spilled forth. “Gojoho Ihihihi swehehear… I'm gonnahaha kihihihill you!” He threatened, though his words were… less than intimidating to say the least.

“Wow, you were actually right, Gojo.” Yuji chuckled. “His laugh is pretty cute.”

“Itadorihihi Hohohow could youhuhu?!” Kento's complaints about Yuji's betrayal were broken up by his warm, light laughter.

Yuji grinned, moving around with his writhing teacher. “You also weren't kidding, he's really squirmy!”

Gojo smiled at the two of them, his mischief briefly shifted into warmth as he was brought back to a happier time.

Watching Yuji and Nanami now, he sees years of anguish and pain melt away even if just for a moment.

For that moment, Satoru can see a young Nanami being absolutely destroyed with tickles by Haibara, Geto and himself while Shoko shakes her head and giggles at their antics.

It's definitely been far too long.

Gojo blinked, bringing himself back to the present. “Geez Yuji, I told you to keep him still.” He chuckled at how Itadori was practically hanging off of Nanami's back as Nanami had managed to double over with laughter.

“Hey, it's a lot harder than it looks!” Yuji laughed, his fingers dancing relentlessly along the side of his stomach.

“You have superhuman strength and can call on the power of the king of curses… and this is difficult for you?”

“Listen--” Yuji laughed again. “I can be strong all I want, but there's only so much I can do without any help!”

“Surprisingly wise words from you, Itadori.” Gojo grinned mischievously. “Alright alright, I'll help.”

He reached forward, grabbing a hold of Nanami whilst simultaneously administering some quick sneaky tickles to Itadori.

“Hehehey! Do you want mehe to fall?!” Yuji complained, trying to shift away from Gojo's soft pokes and scribbles while keeping his balance.

“Ehh… you've already fallen twice today… What's a third time?” He grinned, tickling Itadori’s neck with one hand, and targeting Nanami's hip with the other.

“Nohoho! Sahahatoru gehehet away!” Nanami laughed, trying desperately to escape the two tickle monsters he had attached to him.

Itadori let out a childish squeal as he flailed, finally falling off of Nanami’s back. He still had a partial grip on his mentor and ended up pulling him to the ground with him.

Gojo laughed, releasing both of them from his tickly hold.

Nanami had managed to twist around, catching Itadori and breaking his fall with his arm.

Itadori giggled softly as he recovered from the tickles. He felt Nanami carefully press his hand into the back of his neck, then his shoulder, then brush against the back of his head silently assessing the teen making sure he wasn't hurt.

Had it been Gojo who had fallen with him, he wouldn't have cared, and not bothered trying to break his fall. But since it was Itadori- he didn't want him to get hurt.

Once he determined Yuji was okay his body went limp, resting back against the ground while he focused on steadying his breathing.

“Thanks a lot, Gojo…” Yuji huffed, a smile still etched on his face.

“To be fair, I didn't say who I was helping...” Gojo teased, kneeling down beside the teen.

Kento huffed indignantly, his arms tightly wrapped around his middle as he caught his breath. “You're both terrible…”

Satoru turned his gaze to Nanami, an evil smile on his lips. “Oh, Kento… you didn't honestly think I was done with you yet, did you?” His blue eyes sparkled with a predatory glimmer as he launched himself onto the blonde, thanks to limitless Nanami wasn’t able to put up much fight.

“Really?” Nanami glared up at him, his sunglasses long since fallen off his face from all his struggling earlier.

Satoru smiled triumphantly from his spot on Nanami’s thighs.

“You can’t even take me on without the use of your stupid limitless ability?” The stern teacher asked dryly, knowing any struggling his did would be pointless. He wasn’t going anywhere as long as Satoru kept limitless active.

“I thought I’d save us some time… we both know I was gonna overpower you anyways.” Gojo grinned, leaning down and draping his body lazily across Nanami’s to keep him more securely in place, and in doing so he was able to murmur teases into his ear. “All I’d have to do to get the upper hand is…”

He grabbed a hold of the blonde’s hip and began squeezing them relentlessly. “This…”

Nanami gasped sharply, unable to grab the offending hands because again, limitless. “Sahahatoru! D-Dahahahammit stop!”

“Or this…” Satoru shifted his hands upwards, scribbling his blunt nails against the sides of his stomach over his shirt, drawing even louder laughter from the blonde. The fact he could barely move to protect himself made it so much worse.

“Or… this.” Gojo grinned, pressing his lips to his neck and blowing a raspberry against it whilst administering gentle scritches.

“SHIHIHIHIHIT!” Poor Nanami couldn’t even arch his back with Gojo a firm weight against him.

“I think you should’ve just rode the ferris wheel with me.” Satoru teased, blowing another raspberry.

“EHEHEHENouGH Alreheheheady! Ahahahaha!”

“I thought you didn’t giggle, Nanami sensei.” Yuji grinned in amusement, sneaking in some teasing pokes to what he could access of Nanami’s ribs.

Gojo grinned, angling his body in a way that the pinkette had more access the right side of his body while still keeping him firmly held down.

“You didn’t seriously-” small raspberry. “--believe him over me-” slightly bigger raspberry. “--did you?” BIIIIIG raspberry, followed by what Kento would firmly deny was a squeal. Because if he doesn't giggle, then he CERTAINLY doesn’t squeal.

Itadori giggled at his reactions, scooting closer to scribble his fingers up and down the side of his ribcage. “No, but I also didn’t have a basis to doubt Nanami either.”

“Oh yes you did.” Gojo laughed, pulling his face away from the blonde’s neck to glance at Itadori. “You had to know he was lying the minute he denied being ticklish still.”

Well fine… If he can’t get Satoru then… “Ihihihi-- I thohohohught Ihi told you tohoho stahap talking about mehehe like I’m not here!” Kento shot his hand out, grabbing hold of Yuji’s side and giving it fluttery squeezes, drawing surprised laughter from the student.

“Aieee! Hehehehehey! Hohohohow are you moving?! Stahahap that!” Yuji squealed as Kento latched onto his ribs next. “Gohohohohojo hehehehelp!”

“Nahhh… You’re a big boy… you can deal with him yourself.” Satoru grinned, alternating between his hip and stomach side with gentle scratches. “It’ll be a good training exercise for you… let me juuust… piss him off a little more for ya~”

“Gohohohohojo!”

“Sahahahahtoru, I swehehehear to god!”

Satoru ignored both of their protests, pushing his shirt up so he could attack his exposed skin directly. “So If my memory serves correctly, your ticklish spots are as follows,” he grinned, sitting upright. “Hips, Neck, this cute spot here~” he emphasized by fluttering his fingers briefly against his stomach sides. “Ribs are decently tickly… Am I missing anything, Nanami? Am I hitting all the nice tickly spots?”

“S-Satoru… dohon’t.”

“Don’t what? I didn’t even say anything yet.”

“I mean it…”

Satoru grinned. “But Kento, I promised to smother you with tickles… and I wouldn’t wanna disappoint you. So come on, answer my question~”

“Go to hell.” He hissed in response.

Gojo’s grin widened. Welp, nice knowing ya, Nanami.

“On second thought, maybe I will help you, Itadori.” He reached out and grabbed Nanami’s wrist and yanked it away from the pinkette, pinning it above his head quickly and firmly. In a flash, he snatched his other hand and pinned it above his head as well.

Yuji fell back with his arms around his midsection, giggling softly as he panted from the after tickles.

“Gojo, let me go right now.” Kento growled.

Satoru leaned down, grinning that evil grin at him. “Do you really think you're in a position to give me orders?”

“What are you… no… don’t you dare-- nononono!”

Gojo leaned down further, pressing his lips against Kento's exposed stomach and blowing a giant raspberry against it, eliciting an honest to god shriek in response.

“NAAAHAHAHAHAHA! GAHAHAHAD DAHAHAHAHAHAMMIT!” He let out another shriek as the arrogant teacher dispensed yet another devastating raspberry against his toned abdomen.

Yuji sat up, stunned by the sound of his loud laughter. “Holy shit, Gojo don’t kill him!”

The teacher in question grinned, placing another raspberry against a different spot on his stomach. “Jealous, kid? Don’t worry, I have plenty of tickles to go around.” He winked at the pink haired student, who giggled nervously and wrapped his arms around himself subconsciously.

“GOHOHOHOHJO STAHAHAHAHAHAAP!” Nanami pressed out between deep belly laughs, his face flushed and his eyes tightly shut.

“Aww, but why when you’re having so much fun?” Gojo teased, placing another raspberry. “I remember this used to be your favorite~”

“I SWEHEHEHEHEAR TO GAHAHAHAD, I WIHIHIHILL EHEHEHEND YOU!”

“Man, you’ve definitely gotten more stubborn and resilient… usually by now you would’ve been apologizing profusely and crying with laughter while begging me to stop.” Gojo chuckled, pausing his ruthless onslaught. “Or maybe…”

He leaned back to admire his handiwork, Kento a breathless blushing mess beneath him. “Maybe you don’t really want me to stop…” his grin widened when he saw Nanami open his eyes and attempt to glare at him.

“W-Why would… you possibly think that… i…” He gasped out softly, still attempting to catch his breath.

“Well… why else would you be so grumpy and resistant this whole time unless you wanted to egg me on?”

“To be fair… he is normally like this.” Yuji pointed out.

Satoru shifted so that he could hold both of Nanami’s arms down with one hand, using his newly freed hand to administer swift tickles to Itadori’s side. “Excuse me, but whose side are you on anyway???”

Yuji squealed and recoiled sharply from Gojo’s skilled fingers. “Ihihi wahahas just being hohohonest!”

“And now you’ve distracted me and given him time to think out his response,” Satoru huffed. “You’re definitely gonna get it later, now.”

Itadori squeaked, wrapping himself back up with his arms.

“Well Kento? I’m waiting, why are you egging it on if you don’t like it?” The older teacher turned his attention back to the now less breathless blonde, thanks to the intermission brought to you by Itadori and his big fat mouth.

“Because I don’t want to give you the satisfaction of breaking, that’s why.” He retorted, his face less flushed than previously.

“Ehh! wrong!” Satoru unleashed another tickle attack, his fingers scribbling all across his neck. “Try again!”

“Sahahahahatoru Stahahap!”

“Not until you admit it.” Gojo smirked.

“Ahahahadmit whahahahat?”

“Admit you missed being wrecked, ya big softie!” He cooed, tracing his fingers along each rib.

“I dihihihihidn’t!” Nanami yelped, squirming as much as he could under his colleague’s technique.

“Wrong again. Itadori, be a peach and come help me, won’t you? It seems Nanami requires more reassurance.”

“Ihihihitadori dohohohon’t!”

“You’re not going to tickle me again, are you?” Itadori asked carefully, eyeing his teacher suspiciously.

“I will if you don’t get your ass over here In the next five seconds.” he responded, an evil glimmer in his eyes.

Itadori let out a sound that could only be described as a whimper as he quickly shuffled over.

“Gojo, Itadori… don’t even--” His protest was interrupted by another shriek as Gojo blew a massive raspberry against his stomach side.

He released Nanami’s wrists, which Yuji instantly snatched up and pinned down. Gojo used his newly freed hands to drill his thumbs into Kento’s hips as he continued his torturous trail of raspberries and tickly death along his stomach area.

“NAAAAHAHAHAHA! SAHAHAHAHATORU DOHOHOHOHNT!”

“You know how to make it stop, Nanami~” Gojo hummed, administering another devastatingly massive raspberry against the side of his stomach.

“JUHUHUHUST WAHAHAHAIT UNTIL I GEHEHET MY HANDS ON YOU, YOU SOHOHOHON OF A BIHIHIHIHITCH!” The usually stoic teacher threatened between bouts of uncontrollable laughter.

Yuji snickered quietly. “He’s definitely stubborn...” the pink haired teen grinned, shifting so that he could pin Nanami’s hands down with his knee. “Let me take a crack at it!”

He began to claw at his mentors exposed ribcage, his fingers gentle but quick as they expertly sought out sensitive spots. “Nanami~ Does this tiiiiickle?” Yuji teased.

“IHIHIHITADORI! KNOHOHOHOHOCK IHIHIT OFF! STAHAHAP HELPING HIM!”

Gojo chuckled, pausing his attack to glance up at Itadori. “You’re getting pretty good at this, I’ve taught you well~”

Yuji grinned at the praise from Satoru. “Heh… thanks. I’m just doing what tickles really bad from my own experience.”

The pinkette noticed the higher he moved up Nanami’s ribs, the more he struggled. “Gojo… are you sure those were all of Nanami’s ticklish spots you named off earlier…?”

“Hmmmm? Think I missed a spot?” Satoru played along, grinning that cheshire grin at his student. “It’s entirely possible… he never did confirm or deny if I named ‘em all.”

“Nanami?” Yuji looked down as he stilled his hands, allowing his teacher to attempt to catch his breath. “Did he miss a spot?” he asked innocently, but that smile on his face was anything but.

“I swehehear to god…” He panted. “Whehen I get my hands on you…”

“Now Nanami… that doesn’t sound like an answer to his question~” Gojo grinned, prodding his stomach side and producing a small yelp.

“It’s okay, Gojo.” Yuji responded with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. “I’ll find out for myself.”

Then he struck. Digging mercilessly wiggling fingers into his armpits.

And boy, did Nanami absolutely lose it. Any semblance of composure? Yeah no, gone, we don’t know her.

Much like Yuji isn’t going to know peace when Nanami gets his hands on him. Rip Yuji lol.

“AAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” He absolutely howled with laughter, struggling with all his might to break free. “NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE! AHAHAHANYWHEHEHERE BUT THEHEHEHERE!”

“WHOA! Gojo you didn’t just miss a ticklish spot, you missed the ticklish spot!” Yuji found himself laughing along with his mentor in amusement.

“It looks that way,” Satoru smiled, shaking his head. “So, Kento? Anything you wanna say?”

He grinned, leaning down and placing his elbows on either side of the hysterical blonde, resting his face on his hands as he watched him. In doing this, he was almost entirely draped over him again, greatly limiting his movements.

“SAHAHAHATORU I HAHAHAHATE YOU!”

Satoru chuckled, “Not quite… I think what you mean’t to say was, ‘Satoru, I actually love spending time with all of you.’ and ‘I actually like being tickled.’”

Yuji giggled, speeding up his tickles.

“GAHAHAHAHA! I-I CAHAHAHANT… PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!” He cried with laughter, tears prickling at the corners of his tightly shut eyes. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE YUHUHUHUJI!”

For a moment, Itadori felt a little bad and looked at Gojo, who shook his head. “Trust me, kid… you’re gonna wanna keep going.”

“Why?”

“Just trust me.” was the blue eyed teacher’s vague and careful response.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!” His laughter started to become hoarse as he tried to hide his face in his bicep. “OKAHAHAHAHAY OKAHAHAHAY! IHIHIHI’LL RIDE THE STUHUHUHUPID FERRIS WHEEL WIHIHITH YOU!”

“Noooo… we’re way past that, the other paaaart.” Satoru reminded teasingly, pinching his side.

“AHAHAHA! FIHIHIHIHINE!! I LIHIHIHIKE SPEHEHEHENDING TIME WITH YOUHUHUHU GUYS!”

“Aaaaand?”

Oh, Gojo was sooooooo going to get it when he got ahold of him.

“What the hell are you guys doing?”

Yuji looked up, grinning upon seeing Megumi standing there; pink balloon and all. “Hey Megu-- ACK!”

Nobara came running out of nowhere and knocked Yuji off of Nanami. “Hey, stop picking on Nanami!” she scolded.

Satoru sighed, grinning. Eh… close enough. He rolled off of Nanami lazily, remaining propped up on his elbows next to him.

“Ow! Jeez Nobara! It’s not like I was hurting him or anything, you didn’t have to knock me over.” He mumbled, sitting up.

“He very clearly was struggling to breathe.” Megumi pointed out, eyeing Satoru. “I’m gonna guess this was your idea?”

“How’d ya know, Gumi?” He asked cheerfully.

“Whenever there’s chaos going on you’re the cause.” The edgy teen pointed out, sitting on the ground with the others to feel included.

“Are you okay, sensei?” Nobara asked, helping Nanami up into a sitting position. “Want me to kick his ass?”

The blonde shook his head, a smile still on his face as he struggled to catch his breath. “No… That won’t… be necessary…”

Yuji giggled, leaning over and hugging Nanami. “Sorry I went a little overboard… It was just really nice to see and hear you laugh… I hope you’re not too mad at me.”

Nanami sighed as he (mostly) caught his breath, he reached up and hooked his arm around Yuji’s shoulders, cupping the back of his head as he pulled him closer into the hug. “I’m not mad… embarrassed, but not mad…”

“Why are you embarrassed?” Yuji pulled back slightly to look up at him, confused.

Nanami retorted with a ‘You’re joking, right?’ expression on his face.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, we all goof around like this all the time.” Itadori grinned, beaming up at Megumi, who quickly looked away to avoid blushing at the implication. He then turned his gaze to Nobara, who also looked away with a casual whistle.

“He’s right,” Satoru chimed in, sitting upright. “It just means we really like you when we pick on you like this.” Yuji nodded in agreement.

“You could like me a little less.” Kento muttered.

“You rested enough to chase down Itadori?” Satoru asked, grinning.

“Not quite…”

“Why would he chase me down?” Yuji pulled away from Nanami, eyeing the stern teacher carefully.

“Ohhh… I forgot to tell you.” Gojo grinned more. “Yeah, there’s a reason I ‘forgot’ his worst spot… It’s because he absolutely destroys anyone who targets it as retaliation.”

Yuji squeaked, noticing the evil glimmer in Nanami’s eyes.

“Yeahhh… Let’s just say ratio can be used for more than pain… Suguru and I learned that one the hard way.” He snickered at the terrified look on Itadori’s face.

“Y-You set me up!”

“I did nothing of the sort, you’re the one who decided to try that spot.” Satoru grinned. “I’d probably start running if I were you… the more tired he is the more head start you have, and since you’ve wasted so much time letting him recover… I’d say you have about a minute to get as far as humanly possible before he hunts you down.”

Yuji yelped and sprung up, taking Gojo’s advice and running away, causing the others to laugh.

“Hey, Megumi, where’d your balloon go?” Nobara asked.

Megumi smirked and shrugged. “Beats me…”

Nanami was about to get up and go after the pinkette when Gojo leaned forward, hugging his colleague, causing him to tense up. “I’m sorry, Kento… I forgot you used to go to the amusement park with Haibara on the weekends…” he whispered. “But I think he would still want you to go out and have fun… I know Suguru would want that for me.”

Nanami untensed, frowning as he thought about his deceased best friend. He hugged him back hesitantly. “I miss him… a lot…”

“I know… I do too.”

After a moment they let go. “Hey Satoru…?”

“Yea?”

“...Thanks…” He looked away as he quietly continued. “I… needed that.”

Gojo grinned. “Anytime, buddy~”

Nanami looked around curiously. “Now then, which way did Itadori go? I need to have a talk with him…”

“He went that way.” Nobara pointed off in a direction.

“He should be pretty easy to spot,” Megumi said casually, sipping his drink. “Just look for the person running frantically with a pink sakura balloon attached to his belt.”

Nanami smirked, nodding his thanks as he got up and took off after the pink haired teen.

“I so wanna see this…” Nobara giggled, getting up too. “You coming, Megumi?”

The raven haired teen shook his head, to which Nobara shrugged at and went running after them. “Nanami sensei, wait up! I wanna help!!”

Satoru chuckled and shook his head before turning to address his adopted son. “Did ya have fun today, kiddo?” he asked as he ruffled his dark hair.

Megumi grunted in response.

A shriek nearby distracted them momentarily, causing them both to laugh. Evidently Yuji had been caught.

“I’ve had worse days.” The teen answered, standing up with his parental figure.

Gojo grinned, his face brightening as he threw his arm around his edgy emo son’s shoulders, pulling him into him as they began walking. He knew that was Fushiguro for; ‘Yes dad, I had a wonderful time today.’

“Good. Now then… let’s go get some snacks or something, I saw they were selling cotton candy as big as your head at one of these stalls…”

“I'd be more impressed if they had cotton candy the size of your mouth.”

#jjk tickle #jujutsu kaisen tickle #sfw tickling community #tword community #tickle content #tickle fanfic #Lee!Nanami #Ler!Gojo #Switch!Yuji #Lee!Nanami my beloved #Gojo being Gojo xD #this started as a joke in my brain #but then i just started coming up with funnier ideas while i was heading home from work #and i was driven by my desire to add to the lee!Nanami population wheeeeee #Gojo is a teasy bastard ler and you can't convince me otherwise #poor nanami never stood a chance #yuji my sweet summer child...#how easily youre roped into his shenanigans #okay but ratio being used to make ticklish people even more ticklish??? where do i sign???#Suguru and Satoru both being little shits and getting wrecked by ticklish!ratio brings me so much serotonin <3 #megumi is a mood as usual #he's so fed up with everyones shit but still plays along because he likes to be included #whoops how did that balloon get there?#p.s nanami totally didn't mind the tickles bye #I intended to add Inumaki & Maki & even Panda but didn't want to make this even longer #whoopsies...#also rip Yuji #he's probably deceased now that Nanami got ahold of him #Gojo's next lmao #I kept cracking up laughing at the childlike amazement part and i'm not even sorry for it

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Noone was going to die.

Mostly I made this because I guess people on some platforms were saying Noone was wrong for going with the Ferryman or that she should have stayed with Otto. So I guess I made this to inform that, no, she could not have stayed with Otto. Well she could have, maybe, but she would have died shortly after. She made the best possible choice to survive when she didn't know it at the time, and here's why. In the first episode she is already ill, she survived the water sickness but still has these lingering headaches. We even get told that the flower that she got from her parents died that morning as well. Get to that soon. Following the first episode Noone's condition slowly deteriorates more and more. The headaches get stronger, she starts to scratch behind her ear. The EEG machines hurt her head as well, she doesn't like the way they feel, a burning sensation in her head growing stronger and stronger. Then along comes episode 4 where near the end of the episode she starts to react violently to whatever happened to her at the end of the nightmare. Episode 5, back to that flower I mentioned earlier. Otto gets her an exact replacement to the one her parents got her. This is where we find out what kind of flower was given to her by her parents. That flower being a Chrysanthemum. In different parts of the world these flowers have many different meanings depending on their color. However it seems to be in Europe for the most part that these flowers are for gravesides or mourning the dead regardless of color. If this wasn't important they wouldn't have bothered mentioning the type of flower. Finally the last episode. There is a time jump of 2 or 3 days. Otto says so. Noone vanished again, this time a whole night, reappearing at sunrise in the south wing of the institute. She was then confined for two days. When Otto goes to see her, I can only assume she is in a haggard state because A. her illness has progress further and B. While she is scared to sleep, she still wants to and has presumably been trying to sleep, she says the nurse keeps interrupting her, the fire in her head hurting now more than ever. She's been kept awake for two days and nights, not allowed to sleep. Her stomach is also hurting yet Otto forces her to eat the sleep inducing candy. He does not want to wait for her to sleep and needs her to be in a deep sleep. You know the rest, she goes to Nowhere. My conclusion? Everyone one knew she was going to die. Her parents, probably other doctors before coming to Otto, he's a psychologist I guess so it makes sense for him not to find out until he sent her up for radiology. This is why her parents come to see her even once! They are bad parents, this is why her disappearance will be swept under the rug. Everyone expects her to die! They used to live in a crappy apartment but moved into a rich house, probably because of money they got when Noone was pronounced a survivor of the "water sickness" as she was paraded around on television to show the world there is a cure. How do you think that would look if the kid you paraded around as cured just up and died? That the cure was a lie? If the water sickness is a huge pandemic if could even be the case that the government is involved, silencing everything to prevent the truth that no cure exists. Her going to Nowhere was the only choice she had. I don't think Otto knew she was dying, mostly because he is blinded by the pursuit of the Ferryman. But this was her only chance to continue living. Listen, if it was me and I had the choice between staying in our world and going to Nowhere, I'd stay here. Now if I'm dying? You best believe I'm taking my chances in Nowhere.

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conniesanchor · 1 year

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Hii can I request a spencer Reid x fem!reader where the Reader gets kidnapped and the unsub sends a video of them torturing her to the BAU team and they later show Spencer when he arrives and the team end up rescuing her. Lots of angst and fluff <3

lost & found

warnings: kidnapping, blood, trauma, angst, maybe more.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

spencer walked into the bau as if it were any usual day. he made his coffee, and added more sugar than any human should eat in a week, let alone a day. he made his way to his desk, expecting a 'morning, pretty boy.' from you, but when he went without, he noticed you weren't here.

"hey morgan? have you seen y/l/n?" he asked.

"no, not yet. she'll probably be here soon though. just running late." he responded, making his way to his own desk. "loosen up, kid. she's allowed to be late every once in a while." morgan comforted when he noticed his muscles tense up.

"yeah, no, i know." spencer said before hotch started rushing in with a panicked expression.

"morgan, reid. you guys have to see this." the two men had never seen their boss so afraid, and fear rushed through spencer.

they practically ran to the conference room, and when they saw you up on the big screen, they froze. you were chained to the ground and gagged. blood was all over your body but you were still very much alive. at least when the video was taken. "is this live?" morgan questioned, trying to stay calm.

"no, it's a ten minute loop." garcia almost whimpered.

"well can you track the location?" jj asked, frustration building up.

"bouncing from cell towers."

spencer was seconds away from exploding and everyone could tell, rossi was the first to say something, "hey, kid. she'll be fine. she's a badass, you know that." he comforted.

it didn't do spencer any good. his jaw was still clenched and his hands balled at his side. "dammit!" he yelled, hitting the table they were all standing over.

"hey, reid! she's gonna be fine! relax." emily yelled, "if we get pissed of there's no way we save her."

"emily, she could already be dead. she left here at 11 o'clock last night, we don't know what time whoever the hell this guys is got her. we don't know what time the video was taken! garcia can't track the ip address, we don't even know where to start." he rambled on and on only stopping when hotch mumbled a soft 'reid.'

no one knew exactly why but hotch was one of the only people who could calm reid down with one word. that was aside from you, of course, but you weren't here right now. you were the glue of the team and you were gone.

"okay. we treat this case like any other. garcia, pull up the security footage from eleven o'clock last night in the parking lot. see if anything was off with her while she got in her car. morgan and prentiss, i want you guys to go over to her house. see if her car is there, or if she just never made it home at all. jj, reid, figure out the best course of action and come up with as much as you can to help us fine her. rossi, you're with me." hotch finished, everyone beggining to move out of the room and to their assigned areas.

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soon enough they found out every detail, and garcia was able to find out where the video was from. the only thing left to do was find you. the team loaded up into the trucks. when they reached the building you were in, they slowly made their way in.

there was surprisingly only one guy. clearly it wasn't well thought out. they quickly took out the unsub, and reid rushed toward you. you were unconscious but still alive. "is she okay?" jj asked, giving space.

"she's breathing. there's no serious injuries, she'll be fine" spencer was more trying to convince himself more than jj.

the medics loaded you up onto the gurney, and now all that was left, was waiting.

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you woke up in the hospital, your entire body numb from antibiotics. there were only two people in your room, jj and spencer. "hey, how do you feel?" jj asked, placing her hand on your shoulder.

you moved to sit up but we're quickly stopped by spencers protest. "woah, hey. lie down, it's okay."

he was pressed up against the wall, his jaw clenched as it had been since the previous morning when he saw the video. jj broke the tension, though. "im gonna go let everyone know you're alright."

you smiled, nodding and then moving your gaze toward the curly haired boy. "hi." you mumbled. "you can come closer, spence. you're not gonna hurt me." you spoke, holding your hand out for him to take.

it was almost as if he was scared that if he touched you, you would just disintegrate. nonetheless, he did take your hand, moving closer to you. "you scared me, y/n/n. i didn't know if you were okay."

"he said- he said he was going to hurt you. that's the only reason i didn't put up a fight." you admitted, knowing that he was going to become angry.

"what?" he asked, anger seeping through. "how could you be so reckless? he could've killed you!" he whisper-yelled.

"im sorry, spence. i just- i couldn't lose you." you defended.

he sighed, trying to regain his composure. "i can't even be mad at you, but you don't get to protect me. okay? not like that. i can take care of myself. alright." he told you.

"we'll see." you whispered.

"can i tell you something?" he requested, moving to sit on the bed where there was room. you hummed, letting him know that it was okay. "i think- i think i really like you. like not the typical like, but like the like like where you really really care about someone and today really just proved that because when i saw..."

"spencer, shush. i like you too." you said in a comforting tone. you moved to sit up, but once again were stopped. this time, not by protests, but spencers lips finally connecting with yours.

i don't like this at all but thank you for the request!

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midnightdevotion · 2 years

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Not So Sneaky

Request: Reader is Penny's oldest daughter and Maverick and Penny find out she's more like penny than they thought.

Pairing: Reader is a teen so more Mav/penny than anything

warning: none really just a cute domestic piece

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Penny shoots up when she hears what sounds like glass shattering in the living room. Having been a light sleeper ever since having two kids. Reaching over, she's anything but delicate as she hits Pete awake.

"Pete there's someone down there!" she whisper shouts at the pilot who's eyes are still glossed over and not registering a thing. "Pete seriously it could be a robber!"

Maybe it's because he's never seen penny so freaked out that he rubs his eyes and sits up a bit. "Honey I'm sure it's just the dog" His voice is low and gravely with sleep.

"Can you go check please Mav" More than anything he just wants to go back to sleep, but he knows that there will be no sleep with penny anxious like this so he sighs and gets out of bed. Thanking the lord tomorrow he doesn't have to be up at 5 am.

Glancing at the clock on the bedside table he see's it says 2:30 am. He rubs his hand down his face as he opens the door to their bedroom. As he walks down the stairs he see's the lamp shattered at the entry way, which makes him furrow his brow, because what kind of clumsy robber would do that.

That's when he notices the kitchen light on, and the sound of someone rustling what sounds like a bag of chips. Making him more confused than anything, because a broken lamp and food doesn't sound like a good robber.

He rounds the corner and sees you in all your glory tired eyed and slouched over and very massive sandwich. He eyes the clothes your wearing and notes that you definitely didn't just stumble out of bed for this sandwich.

"Pens, It's alright you can come down" He calls up, unintentionally making you scream. He can't help the laugh that escapes him. The scream wakes up a groggy eyed Amelia, so there you are eating a sandwich after definitely failing to sneak back into the house as three tired people stand there and watch you.

"Hey mom" you grin sheepishly, you watch as her tense shoulders relax somewhat. Penny isn't outright mad at you for going to a party. You are 19, more than allowed to have a social life, she would prefer it, however, if you didn't wake the whole house up at 2:30 in the morning. She shakes her head at you, mumbling something about talking about this in the morning, before heading back up the stairs. Maverick comes around to grab a glass of water.

"You think she's super mad?" you question the tired man.

"No kid, I think she's just tired, how could she be mad anyway she did way worse when she was your age" he winks at you with a knowing smile, and you let out a laugh. Remembering all the stories people tell of your mom doing crazy things when she was younger, mostly with the man next to you.

"I don't know how people do this all the time, it wasn't even that fun. All I wanted was to come home and eat a sandwich, for like the last three hours."

Maverick lets out a loud laugh at that, you might look a lot like penny but your less reckless teen ways are way different from hers.

"Find yourself a pilot and you'll be anything but bored....but also please don't go near any pilots." you can't help but laugh as he backtracks. He finishes his water and give you a side hug.

"Glad your home safe kid, but next time don't break the lamp" He shakes his head as he makes his way upstairs to join your mom.

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"what do I say to her tomorrow mav?" Penny finally voices her thoughts as the two climb back into bed with each other.

"I think you need to count your blessings she's not doing anything crazy, a party with friends that she was ready to leave and make a sandwich for half way through? Yeah she's a good kid." They hear you and Amelia laugh from downstairs making both of them share a smile.

"Plus I seem to remember you doing a lot worse when you were her age" he smirks over at her.

"Oh shut up mav" she gently hits his chest, catching her wrist he pulls her closer.

"You've got good kids pen, they probably could stand to do a bit more stupid stuff, how you the most reckless woman I know raised the most responsible kids is a mystery to me." He laughs at Penny's glare shot his way.

"Shoulda listened to the no aviators rule myself" She grumbles, quickly turning into a grin at mavericks offended face.

"Oh shush and lets get some rest, we can wake her up early tomorrow and make her make us breakfast, that'll teach her" penny laughs at mavericks idea of punishment before nodding in agreement. Finally closing their eyes again, knowing it was no robber, just their daughter.

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"So! I was out and about in the mountains near my home city, looking for interesting creatures to take pictures of. I got stopped by a wildling kobold-- much taller, beefier, and more uh... 'traditional'? Cousins to us cityling kobolds. He told me in Scalespeak (thank Sahvriyol I speak it) that I wasn't welcome in their territory, and I may've listened to him and the pike he was whirling around if he wasn't riding a Silver Monster!!

I'd never seen one before, not even in the Phonan zoos, so I begged him for a chance to get some pictures, maybe give it a pet or two? He thought it was funny, and said as long as I turn around and leave right after, he'd allow it. Needless to say, that was the best experience I had that day! His name was Kirasir (the Silver Monster I mean) and he was very friendly and surprisingly photogenic! I don't think I got a single bad picture of him.

Silver Monsters in general are pretty friendly monsters-- they'll only attack if you have 'food' on you. They're a species of Insectoid Arcfauna, and a very close cousin of Rust Monsters who eat tarnish instead of rust: despite the name, they don't eat just silver. Wannabe pathmakers, don't forget to memorize all the metals that tarnish: steel is one of them!

They are social pack monsters, who live as part of a hive in a biiiiig underground network of tunnels that they carve from the earth. They communicate by rubbing their antennae with each other's: certain patterns mean certain things to them. Kirasir tickled my arms quite a few times with his, I'm not sure what he was saying but I hope it was something happy! Due to tarnishable metals being a little rarer than rusting ones, they're a bit smaller than their Rust Monster cousins, so they can eat less. Their carapace is also a bit smoother, since they prefer to run away when threatened: they're incredible burrowers, and they can dig a hole and hide in less than 15 seconds, even in solid stone! Still, it's probably not a good idea to go out and pester them. Silver Monsters will fight back when they have numbers or are cornered, and even if you're not wearing tarnishable armor, their bite is designed to pierce rock, so it'll certainly take a chunk out of you. However, they don't usually fight to kill, and once you back off or can't chase them anymore, they'll probably run away.

Unlike Rust Monsters, which are a bit more aggressive, Silver Monsters make great pets! They're very friendly and they have a surprising amount of personality-- they're even great with kids! However, I implore you to do a ton of research before you go get one. You don't want to be one of the people that has their houses fall down when the braces to your support beams get eaten! However, it's certainly possible if you're wealthy enough to keep them well-fed and you have a large enclosure made out of non-tarnishable, sturdy metal. I hate having to say this so often, but when you're getting a pet, especially an exotic one, do. Your. Homework. However, the groups who have the most unanimous success with Silver Monsters are the wildling kobolds.

I guess I should probably talk about them too, huh? Wildling kobolds live in tribes out in the wilderness-- they would make great insight for all kinds of beasts if they weren't so territorial. They make great smiths, combatants, and beastmasters, making Silver Monsters perfect companions to them: not only can the wildlings feed them well, but they're small enough to ride the Silver Monsters as mounts! Wildling scouts like the ones I met patrol the crags with hooked pikes, designed to grab and pull to make up for their height disadvantage. Coupled with the facts that Silver Monsters can climb on walls and up trees, a skilled wildling kobold rider is an amazing fighter, able to use their environment to gain all kinds of advantages over their opponent.

I'm glad that guy (I forget his name, sorry) thought I was funny, because I admit I was pretty intimidated to see him! He was a pretty relaxed guy once the initial tension died down. I will say, DO NOT DO WHAT I DID. I am a kobold, and even if I am a cityling, wildling kobolds still somewhat see us as 'kin'. They are extremely territorial as I said, and they will not give a non-kobold a second chance. You've been warned! "

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Written by @pyyakelp, slightly edited by me. In case y'all didn't know, we share lore with our stuff.

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piedpiperart · 1 year

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Mothzuku part 4

Part Five

Shinsou was quiet throughout dinner. It wasn't much of a surprise, Aizawa more or less expected it. Switching houses and families two days into the school year was a big change, especially moving to live with one of his teachers. Aizawa himself wasn't even sure how long he’d be fostering the kid, but unless Shinsou said otherwise, he was preparing for throughout high school at the least.

Adoption had crossed his mind, but he’d want to talk to the kid first, and that was a conversation best had months later. Probably. Shouta had only had to foster one other kid from UA, and they’d just needed a place to stay for their last year and help to become emancipated after graduation. They were a fantastic underground hero now, named Radio Silence. Her quirk allows her to be completely silent, and is able to transfer the complete silence to other people for a set time. She was off living in Tokyo last he heard, and still visited during the holidays.

Shouta knew Shinsou was going to need a lot more help than that during his years at UA. And he was willing to be there every step of the way. He wasn’t opposed to adoption, Shinsou was no doubt a good kid, but he would want to wait until the school year progressed a bit more and Shinsou would have a bit more time to think about it.

The current issue though, was the fact that Shinsou wouldn't stop fidgeting. That in all wasn’t a problem, he understood that it was a new environment, and the kid was nervous, but this was one of those fidgets that meant ‘I have something important to tell you and I don’t know how’ kind of fidgets. After a few minutes of eating in silence, cats occasionally meowing and trying to get onto the table, Aizawa was getting worried.

“I need your help. “Shinsou blurted at the same time Aizawa asked, “Are you okay?”

“S-Sorry, uh. I know you just helped me and all,” Shinsou started, staring at his now abandoned plate of curry and fidgeting with his hands. “A-and I’m really grateful about that but I was going to tell you at school but now I-it’s kind of complicated now,” Shinsou swallowed, exasperated at the complicated mess that is his life,”But I don’t need help- um, this time- but my friend does, and I don’t want to bother you about it because you just did a lot for- forme and I appreciate that, a lot, but he needs help too; a lot more than I did and-”

“Shinsou, calm down,” Aizawa said, now much more attentive than before. Another kid in trouble? Was it another bad fostering situation? How was it worse than Shinsou’s situation? Recalling the green blob on the drawings in Shinsou’s room, Aizawa couldn’t help but dread a small child in a horrible situation. He really hoped this wasn’t a case of abuse. Taking a breath to calm himself, Aizawa continued slowly, voice softer than usual,“Just take a breath, you don’t have to rush through it.”

Shinsou paused, taking a breath and shaking his hands out minutely. “Okay. Um.” He looked up to Aizawa, face a little red. “When…when I got to the foster house I spent a lot of time wandering around, I guess,” Shinsou started. “I came across a treehouse in the forest, and um. I sort of stashed my things there, and uh, I kept food there.” Shinsou paused, noting the concerned yet attentive gaze of his teacher. Right, he was probably worried about another kid in danger and I should get to the point, Shinsou figured.

“Um, so food started going missing, and I ended up meeting a kid,” Shinsou continued, sounding less anxious than before. “And I didn’t know what to do; I asked a few people for help before and nothing good came out of it. So I figured if I got into UA, I could bring it to your attention. O-or someone at UA. I was going to tell you- before all this,” Shinous gestured around the table nervously, avoiding eye-contact with his teacher-guardian-person.

“You met a kid?” Shouta asked, trying to get Shinsou to focus and get the details. If this was a homeless kid situation, it would be a much bigger issue than just taking him out of foster care. “Is he in danger right now?”

“No. Well, not really,” Shinsou stammered, a hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “I think he’s my age, but I don’t really know because he has a mutation quirk that makes him have fur and wings. Uh, anyway, he’s been living in the woods on his own. Like, since he was a baby I think. And when I met him he didn’t speak at all, and I didn’t know how else to help him at the time but I’ve been trying to help him read and speak and just, you know, blankets and things to make sure he doesn’t get sick or freeze to death. I.. I really don’t know what to do, so youre.. You’re kind of my last hope here.”

“Alright.. Just to make sure, you met…a feral child?” Aizawa clarified. That was a bigger problem than he assumed this conversation would be. He groaned internally, regretting ever sticking his nose into his student’s problems. Not really, of course. Shouta was just dreading the work ahead of him at taking care of and reintegrating one of his students- now his foster kid’s- feral friend. At least Nedzu would get a kick out of it, Shouta mused.

“Yeah,” Shinsou sighed, looking back to his plate in frustration. “I tried asking other people for help but,” Shinsou shrugged halfheartedly. The kid looked exhausted, Shouta noticed. The amount of stress put on him for taking care of a whole other child must have been hard on him. “I didn't want him to end up in some mental hospital or crappy foster home. I thought UA would be the best place to go to about him.”

Aizawa nodded. It was logical. UA had many programs in place in case of all types of situations. Oftentimes they housed kids or teens who need protection or rehabilitation, but only special cases. Nedzu always had a soft spot for kids in trouble, and Aizawa had no doubt the feral child would be welcome at UA. The rat might even want to teach him personally given the history there. “Can you tell me more about him?” Aizawa prompted. If the kid wasn’t in danger at the moment then he would need all the information necessary to make calculated decisions.

“All I could do was bring him food and water, and try to teach him stuff. He knows basic japanese now, and can read picture books mostly without help. Zu likes to draw, a lot. He sleeps in the treehouse during the time I'm at school, and he, uh, hunts wild animals for food at night. I just, I try to do what I can but you’re- you know how to deal with this better. I think. I know he can't keep living out there and I’m scared he’s going to get sick and die someday.”

“I’ll admit,” Aizawa sighed, pinching the top of his nose,”This is pretty unexpected.” Very unexpected. Shinso’s face fell. “But, UA does have a program for kids like him, not exactly, but I’m sure we can work something out. I’ll do my best to help him, I promise.”

Shinsou nodded, shoulders slumping in relief as hope shined in his eyes. “I’m going to talk to Nedzu tomorrow and try to get a plan scheduled for him to be re-integrated. I’m sure we can set up a school system for him at UA when he’s ready. In the meantime, we’ll see if we can try to slowly introduce him to the apartment, food and being around people as much as we can.”

Shinsou let out a relieved breath. “Thank you. Really, I- I’ve only known you for a few days y-yet you’ve-you’ve done so much f-for me-e, and-”Shinsou sniffed. All the emotions throughout the day finally seemed to come crashing down on him at the table, and before he knew it he was enveloped in a hug. Small hands grasped the fabric of Shouta’s jumpsuit, and he could feel wet spots forming in his shirt.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that all on your own,” Aizawa said softly, holding gently onto the kid as he cried. “You did the right thing, it's okay now.”

Hitoshi nodded into his chest, gripping his shirt tighter. Aizawa sat patiently with him as he cried for a few more minutes before they ended up on the couch with blankets and cats. Until bedtime, Shinsou spent the night telling Aizawa all about Zu, and they made up a few plans to help him integrate into human society.

It was going to be hard, but to both of them, it would be worth it.

“Hey, Zu?!” Shinsou called up to the tree house. He was very nervous, but hopeful that introducing the two would go okay. Hitoshi and Aizawa had left school a bit early that day to have Eraser meet Zu, so here they were at the treehouse. It was about a half a mile away from Shinsou’s old house, on the outskirts of the forest, but the treehouse was barely visible from the outside of the forest.

Hitoshi fidgeted nervously while thumps could be heard inside the treehouse. Shinsou assumed he had just woken up. “Hoshi!” Zu called, his head sticking out of the hole they used as a door. Hitosh’s nerves settled when he laid eyes on the messy bedhead and asymmetrically bent antennas. He must have just woken up, Hitoshi mused. Zu beamed at him and climbed to the edge of the door with a wave. Hitoshi waved back and nervously glanced at Eraser, who was watching Zu with concern, and something else Htoshi couldn’t name.

Jumping out in the sun, he climbed out of the treehouse and fluttered gracefully to the ground on his dark wings, catching a bit of light on his feathers that seemed green to the two on the ground. The purple haired teenager then noticed Zu was wearing fluffy cat socks Hitoshi got him. Pretty much the only clothing he would wear were socks, and had consequently stolen all of Hitoshi’s fuzzy ones. After letting the kid try on a bunch of clothes, they found that shirts didn’t work with his wings, and despite pants fitting, Zu absolutely hated them and vowed to never wear them again.

Zu reached the ground in front of Hitoshi and immediately pulled him into a hug. Seconds later, Zu stiffened, just now noticing Eraserhead, who was standing a few feet away. Aizawa stayed still, giving Zu space for now.

“Hoshi…” Zu narrowed his eyes, pulling Hitoshi tighter. Shinsou felt a bit of panic for Eraser when he could feel the sharp nails pricking his shirt.

Shinsou laughed, pulling out of the hug, but still holding onto the boy’s arms. “You’re not going to say hi to Eraserhead?”

At those words, Zu’s antennae shot straight up and he looked back and forth from Eraser and Shinsou with wide eyes. “Raser?!” Zu shout-whispered. His previously distrustfulness vanishing instantly and replaced by pure excitement.

“Hey kiddo,”Eraser slowly waved, stepping closer to the two. “Shinsou told me a lot about you.”

Suddenly shy, Zu’s feathers ruffled in nervous excitement as he looked to the ground. “H-Hi!” Zu waved, staying attached to Shinsou.

“Do you want to show him the treehouse?” Shinsou asked, and Zu’s eyes lit up. “You had all those questions you can ask him now that he’s here.”

“Show Teehouse?” Zu bounced, looking over to Eraserhead. His shyness seemed to melt away at the prospect of showing Eraserhead around his house. “Show drawins?”

“Yeah, you can show him your drawings too,” Shinsou said, nodding to Aizawa.

As they made their way to the treehouse, Zu bounded over and took Eraserhead’s hand, no longer shy, and led him towards the treehouse. “I help,” Zu clarified, no doubt remembering all the times Shinsou had fallen during the rainier days. “No fall.”

“Thank you,” Aizawa smiled fondly. Shinsou had described the kid perfectly, but words couldn't do the bright green eyes justice. From what he could tell, he wasn’t aggressive, and showed trust in humans. Even from living in the woods his whole life, the kid was thoughtful and polite, if a bit oblivious. But that was to be expected.

Zu bobbed his head happily and led him up the rickety footholds after Hitoshi had gone up. As Shinsou was climbing, Eraser could see Zu watching out of the corner of his eye. Sweet kid, making sure Hitoshi wouldn’t fall, Aizawa thought. For a pro hero, it was pretty easy to get to the treehouse, even with Zu hovering over him like a worried parent. Once they made it to the top, Izuku busied himself with showing Eraserhead all of his drawings of Eraser himself, Hitoshi, Zu, and Present Mic.

“Present Mic is one of my favorites too,” Aizawa commented after Zu showed him a drawing of what looked like Present mic breathing fire. “He’s also one of my best friends.”

“Really?!” Zu gaped. His eyes were wide at the revelation, and turned to his notebook. After thinking for a moment he turned back to Eraser and asked, “h-he really, really loud?”

“He’s really loud,”Aizawa confirmed, and Izuku went to scribble it down in one of his books. It was mostly written with crayon, and filled with other words he was practicing. “I bet he’d love to meet you too.”

Zu gasped,”Me? Presen’ Mic come here?”

“Maybe,” Aizawa replied nonchalantly. Though, Present Mic would definitely love to meet Zu when he learned what w “Or you could visit him. He works at Shinsou’s school. Would you want to go to Hitoshi’s school?”

“S-school?” Zu repeated. “I.. learn..?” Zu asked, looking a little hopeful, but at the same time hesitant. “See Presen’ Mic be loud?”

“If you want to,” Aizawa said. “You’d be able to meet a lot of heroes and other kids like Shinsou.”

“Oh!” Izuku exclaimed, suddenly jumping to his feet with an idea and running over to a pile of books. Aizawa sighed fondly at the kid’s attention span. Overall though, he supposed it could be worse. From what Aizawa could tell the kid was as healthy as he could be, if not a bit malnourished and uneducated, none of which were his fault. Zu opened one of the folders and pulled out some slightly crinkled pages, then rushed back to Aizawa to shove at him. “Th-Them?”

A smirk made its way to Aizawa’s face when he saw drawings of his students in a different style than the ones Zu had shown him. It was obvious that Shinsou had drawn and labeled the kids in his class for Zu, despite the boy’s proclamation in class to not make friends. “Yeah, you’d be able to meet them. Did Shinsou draw these?” Aizawa asked, and Shinsou’s face went red.

“Yep!” Zu nodded. “Hoshi’s good draw-er. I pr- pra-tic-ing,”Zu enunciated. “Hoshi good re-read-er too, but no good hunting.” Zu informed him. “Zu hunt good-er.”

“Yeah, but I can’t eat what you eat anyway,” Shinsou sighed dramatically.

Izuku nodded solemnly, turning to Aizawa. “Hoshi hunt poptars,”He informed, making Aizawa stifle a laugh. Shinsou’s cheeks turned pink and he looked away to avoid Aizawa’s gaze. At least now Hitoshi didn’t have to live off of poptarts, Eraser thought.

“Well, Hitoshi is living with me now, so he gets to eat a lot more than poptarts,” Aizawa says.

“You learned about a lot of foods, right Zu?” Shinsou reminded the winged boy.

“Yes!” Zu exclaimed, rushing back to the book pile and retrieving a kids book with food on it. “I know food,”Zu stated proudly, sitting up against Aizawa’s side, one wing enveloping part of the man as he opened the book so Aizawa could see. He didn’t bat an eye at the invasion of personal space, fine with letting the kid get used to him. The kid had to be at least a little bit touch starved, and also unaware of boundaries in general.

“Shu-shi,” he pointed at the page, finger hovering right near a bright illustration of a sushi roll with a face, and went along through the book pointing out some of the foods mentioned. Admittedly, there wasn’t a lot, but it covered staple foods and some traditional Japanese foods.

“We have a lot of those at home,” Aizawa said. “Do you want to come with us for dinner and try some?”

Zu looked hesitant at that. “Not pop-tars?”

“I was going to make Katsudon tonight, but you can have pop tarts if you want,”Aizawa promised. He did in fact, have pop tarts at home for Shinsou and Zu in case they wanted some. Shinsou had said it was Zu’s favorite out of all the other junk food he brought. Shinsou confessed they weren’t really his favorite, but not to tell Zu that.

Zu seemed to ponder on it for a while, but the prospect of trying new foods and spending more time with his only friend and newest friend seemed to entice him. “With… you and Hoshi?”

Shinsou nodded. “Eraser and I live together now, so we could all eat at the house with you if you visit.”

“Not…here?” Izuku asked, fidgeting with the food book in his hands. He seemed to want to go, but was nervous about leaving the woods. Aizawa wondered if the kid actually ever left the woods.

“You can bring whatever you like with you, and if at any time you want to come back, we will take you back here,” Aizawa assured. “You’ll be safe with us, okay? Just tell us if you are feeling uncomfortable.”

“And you don't have to today, you can come tomorrow if you want to think about it,” Shinsou added, feigning nonchalance. In reality he was brimming with nervous excitement, anxious to get Zu integrated into the apartment as quickly as possible. He waved his arm dramatically in an arch, “We’ll just have to eat aaallll that good food all by ourselves.”

Zu’s eyes widened in a moment of panic, and he sat up. “mmOkay! I come!” Zu exclaimed, wings twitching with excitement.

Twenty minutes later, Zu was twitching with nervousness, peering every which way. “And you’ve never been in the city?” Shinsou asked, surprised they had never talked about it.

Zu shook his head, tightening his grip on Shinsou’s hand and Aizawa’s shirt as they walked along. “Loud’n scary. Fol-follow cat and s...see person. Person mean, and I go home.”

“Did they hurt you?” Aizawa asked, frowning. Zu shook his head.

“No!” He chirped, wings fluttering a little and almost smacking Shinsou in the face as he forgot his nervousness. He was still wearing the fluffy socks, but at some point his claws had poked holes and were sticking out the front. Not to mention they had collected an insurmountable amount of leaves and dirt and sticks. Every now and then you could hear them scrape on the pavement. They weren’t fully into the city yet, but getting closer. “Person see me and yell and I run home.”

“Just be careful if you come down here,” Shinsou sighed in relief. “It’s safer with us around, but it can be dangerous if you’ve never been here before.”

Zu nodded, shuffling closer to them. The memory of the last time he was there seemed to resurface along with his nervousness. “How far?” He asked, his antenna swishing to be stuck to the sides of his head. They had chosen to walk instead of drive because of Zu’s wings and the fact that he had never been in a car before. They figured introducing him to cars would be a problem to be solved at a later date.

Zu had been fine until they made it to the busier parts of the area, leaving behind a lot of comforting greenery and replacing it with concrete. It made Zu antsy, and while they were all proud of him for making it this far, they’d expected him to take a lot longer to agree to this- he was about ready to go back home.

“Just a few more minutes,”Aizawa reassured. “I know it's loud and scary, but you’re doing a great job.”

Zu just gave him a small smile in response. Shinsou turned to offer him the purple frog he’d brought from the treehouse. “You want to hold him?”

“Thank you,” Zu murmured, clutching the stuffed animal tightly in his arm while still holding onto Hitoshi and Aizawa. Zu’s nose wrinkled at some of the strange smells, and stayed away from some of the people on the street. Cars passed by every once in a while, making the mutant boy flinch at how fast they were. It was overwhelming, and he was starting to get overstimulated in such a new environment.

A particularly loud semi truck cruised by, honking loudly and sending Zu to the ground. “Zu!” Hitoshi exclaimed, dashed forwards to try to catch him. Aizawa followed, and the two ended up crouched down next to the trembling kid on the concrete.

“Zu, are you okay?” Hitoshi asked, holding onto Zu’s shoulder, and Eraser on the other. Zu just shook his head and covered his ears, trembling against the building they were closest to. They could hear faint whimpers from the kid, and his wings were shaking anxiously.

“You did great Zu, but let’s get you back to the treehouse, okay?” Aizawa said softly, patting the boy reassuringly.

“No-” Zu gasped, clutched at Aizawa’s sleeve, probably tearing little holes in it with his claws. “I- I want go. W-with you.”

Aizawa regarded him carefully. “Are you sure?” He asked. Zu nodded.

“Ju-Jus loud. Scary,”Zu shook, but his eyes were determined. “Wan-want to… go.”

“Alright.” Aizawa conceded, Shinsou glancing between them worriedly. “Do you want me to carry you the rest of the way? I promise it’s quiet in the house.”

Zu just nodded, and leaned forward to latch his arms around Aizawa’s neck gently and buried his face in the man’s capture weapon. “You okay kid?” He asked, receiving a nod in return. Hefting the kid up, he was surprised to feel how light the kid was, yet how heavy the wings were. Overall, it was a little awkward to walk but he managed it. The kid was easier to carry than he had expected. Glancing back, Aizawa nodded at Shinsou to follow.

But Zu also looked in awe at the shops they passed, pointing at every dog on a leash he could spot, and staring at signs to try to figure out what they said.

“We’re almost there,” Aizawa said, pointing out where the apartment building was, across the street.

Zu steeled his nerves, determined to eat the Kat-soo-don no matter what. Even though the city was scary, he felt ten times more safe with Eraser and Hitoshi with him. The smell of Eraserhead helped calm him, and the scarf dulled the sounds of the cars and people around.

After what seemed like forever, they arrived at the apartment. “This where y-you live?” Zu asked, seemingly at awe with the door in front of them. Letting Zu down so he can look around a bit, Shinsou took Zu’s hand so he wouldn’t run off on accident. Aizawa confirmed and opened the door with his key, startling Zu when he opened the door.

“It's okay! It's just a door,” Shinsou reassured, squeezing Zu’s hand tighter. Zu’s mouth formed a tight line and he spent a moment to smooth out his feathers from where they’d puffed up at the door opening. “Sorry, next time we’ll tell you if something is going to happen.”

Aizawa stepped through, gesturing to them to come inside. Zu paused to look at the door handle though, and turned it back and forth while watching the two take off their shoes. After a moment of debate, Zu sat down and took off his socks to be added to the pile. He wanted to make a good impression.

Shinsou was too nervous to comment on it, though Aizawa, had a pinched expression. “Wahhh,” Zu breathed, taking in the living room. He seemed more comfortable in the quiet space of the apartment versus the busy streets, and roamed around with his stuffed animal clutched to his chest. Shinsou huffed as his best friend’s wings almost knocked into him again, brushing his side instead.

“You boys will be alright while I go make dinner?” Aizawa asked. Shinsou nodded, while Zu barreled past in a flurry of feathers, completely ignoring Aizawa’s question.

“Like book!” Zu exclaimed, turning to Hitoshi. He hadn’t touched anything yet, just observing the whole space and getting close up every once in a while. Zu looked very closely at the couch, poking it gently. He walked over, marveling over the pillows and rubbing his feet on the carpet in awe. The winged teen went around pointing at all the things he did and didn't recognise, saying 'couch!', or pointing at something and looking at Shinsou as if silently asking for him to tell him what it was. One thing that really captured his attention was the light.

“Yeah, just like the houses in your book,” Shinsou said, sitting on the couch. He watched Zu flutter around the house with a fond smile. “Everyone around here lives in a house.”

“Ever-one??” Zu exclaimed indignantly, then whispered,”So many…” to himself ridiculously. Shinsou smiled at that.

Zu climbed up on the couch next to Hitoshi. He went slowly and carefully so as to not poke holes with his claws, but was sitting backwards so his feet were up against the back and his wings drooped off the front. “Soft…” Zu said, touching the couch with his palm.

“Where Raser?” Zu asked, leaning over to Hoshi. He was very close, and one of his wings draped over Hitoshi’s legs.

“He’s in the kitchen,” Shinsou said simply, used to the close contact by now. “We should stay out here though, or I can show you my room?” He offered.

Zu nodded enthusiastically, unaware that there were more rooms to a house. Aizawa and Shinsou had plans to slowly see how far Zu could make it if they offered to have Zu over. Shinsou wasn't sure he’d make it to the streets, but it seemed Zu was more determined than he thought. A pang hit Hitoshi’s heart at the feeling that Zu was going so far out of his comfort zone because he was lonely.

Aizawa had talked with Recovery Girl about foods best for Zu, determining bland high-calorie foods were optimal for a malnourished kid who had never eaten spices and only ate pop tarts and junk food before. Recovery Girl had protested the slow integration though, saying the kid should be examined in a hospital and given a sort of shock therapy transition. Yeah, no. That wasn’t going to happen.

Eraserhead set up a schedule, and if today went well, they’d get Zu set up at their place and wean him off of the forest. Introducing him to UA was also on the list. They were hoping that the closed environment at UA would work in helping Zu interact with kids their age and learn more. UA even had an urban training field he could run around in. After the apartment he would visit Recovery Girl for a check-up later on.

In conclusion, it was a whole lot of work and it was going to go slowly, even if it seemed faster to Zu. They were all happy he managed to make it to the apartment at all. Aizawa knew Zu would probably want to go back home tonight, since he was nocturnal and used to being active during this time, but that was just added to the list of complicated changes to make to Zu’s schedule.

On the other hand, finding out who he is and where his family is was another top priority. They had managed to convince Recovery Girl to do a home visit to make sure he was healthy, take some blood tests, and then when he was more comfortable he would go to UA for other examinations. Aizawa had also talked with a detective to come over later in the week to talk to Zu. So far they hadn’t made any progress with the case, but started with kids going missing or dead in or around the area Zu was found in. It was slow going.

The hardest part would be to convince Zu to leave the forest behind. At least, it would be for Shinsou. He felt bad playing psychology games on his friend but if it helped Zu integrate to normal life then he’d do it.

“Take some… um.. to treehouse?” Zu asked, holding onto some of Shinsou’s fluffier stuffed animals and blankets. It shot a pang through Shinsou’s heart to see the bright eyed boy with an armful of giant fluffy stuffed animals. Too damn cute.

“No,” Shinsou sighed, hurting when the fluffy boy’s expression drooped. “They’d get all dirty and wouldn’t be soft anymore. Just like your frog, see?”

“Oh,” Zu’s eyes widened, looking from his faded and a little dirty purple frog to the big plush Corgi. He petted it a few more times before climbing back out of Shinsou’s bed.” Warm.” He determined, nodding his head to himself.

“It is pretty warm, I like it,” Shinsou nodded. Noticing Zu’s longing stare at the plushes, he added, “If you stayed here you could get a room like this too.”

“Me??”Zu gaped, antenna twitching forwards. “like treehouse?”

“Better than the treehouse,” Shinou gestured. “It would have a bed, stuffed animals, blankets, and as many books and coloring things as you want. Just like this room.”

“Can I?” Zu’s eyes sparkled. “Treehouse look like this?”

Shinsou shook his head. “No, the treehouse has to stay. You would have a room here in the apartment like me, and stay here all the time.”

“But no... more treehouse,” Zu refuted. “No hunt here... too much… house.” he added, looking at the walls and gestured with a clawed hand at the walls.

“Well, if you change your mind let me know,” Hitoshi said, trying and failing to not let himself feel guilty. They had to make Zu think about leaving the treehouse on his own and pushing forward the idea of living with Shinsou and Aizawa.

“Mn,” Zu responded, watching the room and contemplating. Shinsou noticed Zu’s claws digging into the floor a bit, eyebrows furrowing in thought, and decided to stop pushing for now.

“Want to see all the books I got?” Shinsou asked, walking towards his shelf. “Aizawa and I went shopping and we found a bunch of cool ones when we were looking for things for the room.”

About a half hour after they got home, dinner was ready. Shinsou helped set the table as Zu watched them in awe. He was still nervous about the new environment so he refrained from touching most things that seemed important. He did casually run his hands along different furniture and blankets though when he thought the other two weren't looking. Aizawa assumed the kid liked the different textures, and added some textured toys to his mental shopping cart for the boy.

Aizawa dished out portions for all of them in bowls and everyone sat down at the table while he explained to Zu what Katsudon was. Zu then climbed up on the stool Eraser brought out rather than the chair because of his wings, but after looking at the other two he sat down, dangling his feet as he copied them. He was trying his best to learn, and didn’t want to do it wrong in case they changed their mind about giving him food. Food was hard to catch all the time, and this smelled so good.

Usually, he ate one or two animals every night, just enough to keep him not hungry, but sometimes when he couldn't find food he just starved or ate snacks Hitoshi brought. Usually he saved the snacks for worst case scenarios in times where he couldn't find food or if he was only able to catch mice or small birds.

So when he looked at the bowl of food in front of him he almost couldn't believe his eyes. “Hoshi! So much!” Zu exclaimed. He looked at the two of them, making sure they had enough food too because no way was there so much. They must have hunted for so long, or caught something big!

“There’s more in the kitchen too if you’re still hungry,” Aizawa nodded, taking a bite of his food with a weird shiny stick.

“More??” Izuku gaped incredulously. He turned to look at the kitchen, almost expecting a mountain of food overflowing inside, but just saw more furniture. His eyes caught on a bowl of fruit and concluded the kitchen was magic, and could give them whatever food they wanted.

“I can pack you some for you to take to the treehouse later,” Aizawa offered.”That way you wouldn’t have to hunt all night.”

Not hunt? Zu had never heard of such a thing. What else would he do the whole night? He thought to himself. Maybe he could color? He wiggled excitedly at the thought.

He snapped out of his thoughts when Hitoshi nudged him, “You should try it before it gets cold.”

Zu snapped his attention back to the steamy bowl in front of him. He’d never had hot food before. Sure, he had warm food when the animals were fresh, but this was different. It didn't look like anything he’d eaten before either, but he knew it was food from the books he read. Glancing nervously at the other two he saw they were using metal stick to eat, and saw one next to his own bowl.

Zu delicately picked up the stick and, glancing back at the other two, shakily dipped it into the bowl. He soon realized it was a lot harder than the other two made it seem.

“You don't have to use the fork if you don’t want to,” Aizawa offered, and Zu slumped in relief, dropping the ‘fork’ and reaching his hand into the bowl.

Zu almost pulled his hand back at the sheer warmth radiating from it, but scooped a bit of the brown stuff and ate it. It was.. different than what he was used to but it was still good. The middle part sort of tasted like a bird. It wasn't bad, but he still thought a fresh rabbit was his favorite. He scooped up a bit of the white stuff next. It was… weird. It had an odd texture, and wasn’t as tasty as the brown stuff but it wasn’t bad. Food is food and he didn’t like to waste, especially warm food like this.

Shinsou and Aizawa ate their food quietly, watching Zu dig in with his hands out of the corner of their eye. “How do you like it?” Shinsou asked.

“Mmm!” Zu murmured enthusiastically, not pausing in eating. Shinsou huffed in amusement as Zu proceeded to make a mess with the rice. He grabbed the rice messily and palmed it into his mouth, leaving rice stuck absolutely everywhere. It was hard not to laugh.

Aizawa had laid out a placemat for Zu, but even that wasn’t big enough to cover the mess, as bits of rice were stuck to the fur on the boy’s arms and chest, the floor and on his face. Shinsou thought he could see some in his hair, too, and thought maybe they should give him a bath after. Or given him less messy food. Like a sandwich.

They talked about random things after that, foods Zu would want to try in the future, to which he responded “all of them”. It was nice, and Zu had never felt so incredibly full before. But despite how full he was, Zu was amazed to see more food in his bowl. Looking at the other two he was shocked to see their bowls almost empty. He could have sworn they had the same as him, right? Was he supposed to eat all of it? He didn’t want to waste it, but Zu felt like he would explode if he tried to eat more. Looking at the table, he only felt guiltier when he noticed the mess of rice solely around him, while the other two had clean spaces.

“Are you done?” Aizawa asked, and Zu looked at his food. Zu shook his head no, but couldn’t bring himself to eat any more. He didn’t think he’d ever felt so full in his whole life. Would he ever be hungry again? He didn’t think so. “You can save it for later if you want,” Aizawa offered.

Zu’s head shot up and he looked over to Aizawa. “Huh?” He asked eloquently. Save what? How would you save food? Heroes saved people… why would food need saving?

“I can pack up the food you don’t eat, and you can have it later,”Aizawa explained. “You don’t have to eat it in one sitting.”

“We don’t have a microwave at the treehouse so it won’t be as warm,”Shinsou added,”But it will still be good.”

Zu nodded. “Yes. Keep.”

PART FIVE COMING SOON

#Of course shinsou and Izuku's hero suits are gonna match #Izuku also doesnt like clothes #Sorry this is so long I dont know how to make the 'keep reading' thing #mothzuku #mothman izuku

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brainyrot · 7 months

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Hello fellow “Bendy is actually very mischievous, weird and creepy but actively represses himself to be accepted” truther

Here’s a question: do you think if Babitim bendy didn’t have to practically raise Boris, he would’ve been more mischievous as a kid?

What are some odd or freaky things you think lil bendy did in his childhood?

Well, taking care of boris is surely one of the reasons why he had to hold back. He had to be an example, and taking care of a child while you're a child yourself dosen't allow you to freely be yourself, as you put all your energy on the child. It's frustrating, it's just draining.

but his main reason, in my head at least, is society. He grew up knowing he was wrong, he was just born wrong, and he was evil. and this fucked up his mind. He grew up working and working endlessly, even now, to be liked, he had to be a specific way even if he wasn't that was at all.

He's not evil, he's mischievous. He likes doing pranks, he's chaotic. He's the usual demon but as the childish version. He doesn't kill or wants to, but like any demon, he's a fan of chaos and mischief, but he wasn't allowed to be "the usual demon" or "himself", he was forced to be a father, he was forced to be silent, obedient, anything that would have made people like him.

if he actually truly showed his actual personality, people would have mistaken his innocent mischief, as something like bloodlust or simply as "being evil".

If he was allowed, he would be exactly like in the crack up comics, maybe a bit different because of the story, but pretty much the same.

he was supposed to be zany, that's why chaos likes him so much. Because he naturally bends the rules. He naturally is a zany, he's just the way he is, but he repressed himself so much he turned out to be this closed off TEEN, who is afraid of even using some of his powers because he was convinced they would hurt people, when he showed that he could use them for good things.

At least, that's how I see it.

but, for the question, here's some of my thoughts:

- pranks. kind of Halloween style, just this little kid scaring others by just yelling "BOO!", y'know, hiding and then scaring, sneaking up people so he can scare them with just the sound of his voice, that stuff. And it's canon because he did them in the orphanage, but only to people he didn't like

- the small naughty kid who steals candy. He would steal food and just eat it, this is also a small reference to a bendy short where he refused to pay

- he would convice kids to do things for him to get stuff, nothing too serious, but he would definitely be that kid who would make others take stuff so he can eat them. Like taking the jar of cookies.

(remember that all of these are thoughts with the idea that the others aren't immediately afraid of him)

- he would be that type of kid who would appear innocent but he's just doing anything naughty. That good kid who never gets in trouble because he never gets caught. (Me. I'm that kid.)

- generally the kid who likes going out to explore creepy places like haunted houses or take home wild animals, from racoons to snakes to baby alligators.

He would scream "HEY GHOSTS, IT'S YA BOY!"

- despite him being naughty, he's nice. He's a sweetheart. He would give kids flowers and candy and SHARE with no problem, even if they don't ask. He just wants to share.

- he would have no filter. you're ugly in his opinion? You'll know that soon. You're pretty? You'll know it next time he sees you.

But he wouldn't be interested in anything romantic, he just wants to have friends to play with.

- unlike in the fic, where he wasn't able to experiment with his powers, if he was allowed, he would have. Shadows and shapeshifting mostly I think, he would treat them like a magic trick to impress other kids.

- he's that kid who can't sleep so he spends the night eating whatever.

#bendy and boris in the inky mystery #babtqftim #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #bendy the dancing devil #bendy the dancing demon #headcanon #technically an headcanon #because it's how i think he would have been as a kid #answer #answers

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angryteapott · 8 months

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I think one of the things I actually like about Fang Duobing's and Di Feisheng's relationships to Li Lianhua is that they don't get him all the way, but truly understand a specific part of him.

The part that Fang Duobing gets is they both have a genuine desire to do good. I'd also argue that both of their ideas of good can be hypocritical and inconsistent in similarly emotional ways. I think Li Lianhua becomes truly interested in Fang Duobing for the first time when he tries to get justice for those unrelated guards, and over and over it's shown they share each other's overall goals even when they're supposedly not working together. They share the same broad ideal.

But Fang Duobing has a very different view of their current world and what people owe each other- twice in the conversation at his shiniang's house Fang Duobing brushes off Li Lianhua's regret, and especially earlier in the story he sees the world as something that can easily be reverted back to righteousness through personal effort- the difference between becoming a detective and trying to change the institutions of the world by founding a court. Li Xiangyi saw the world's structure as something that needs correcting, and while he gives that up Li Lianhua sees how circumstances push people. This makes perfect sense; Li Lianhua was orphaned and treated unfairly, only rescued by others while Fang Duobing is a rich kid whose struggles (being sick) were overcome by personal effort (and expensive medicine, which he would take for granted) which rings as ableism to me as a plotline but im not disabled so idk

Di Feisheng gets this other half- he intimately knows how viscerally cruel and unfair the world is, and so he gets Li Xiangyi's need for excellence and control issues and Li Lianhua's sometimes cold eyed assessment of things. But he wasn't rescued nor allowed to save others so he sees that cruel world as something he can act honorably within but whose dog eat dog nature he can't change- be a swordsman not a hero.

Neither of them get how Li Lianhua's drive for good and his knowledge of the world's injustice create guilt for his what too bold actions (which FDB endorses) in a cruel world (which DFS sees as inevitable) resulted in, driving him to egotistically and self destructively attempt to "finish his business". They also didn't truly get his love of a simpler life, his exhaustion with pain and striving, and how he was ready to let go. In part because he never told them that in a way that wasn't tainted with guilt or lies my guy stop saying it in ur bs tone and just say how ur feeling i swear to

So neither of them really understood him fully, which is human especially when someone's lying to you 24/7 li lianhua im in ur walls. Understanding something fundamental about someone doesn't mean comprehending their every thought.

I think what makes Fang Duobing closer to understanding him in the end is that he was trying so hard to listen and understand Li Lianhua, constantly trying to meet him three quarters of the way there. That's why I'm obsessed with that conversation at Madam Qin's- Fang Duobing misunderstood and denied his regret once then twice, then said, fine, you're right. You should've tried harder in that relationship, and I should've tried harder in ours. We already said we're friends. I was wrong for the moment where I wasn't reaching out for you. But Li Lianhua never reached back.

#mysterious lotus casebook #mysterious lotus casebook spoilers #me making 30 thousand meta posts about essentially the same thing

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meatballdonut · 2 years

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For some reason, I cant add an actual title

Part two??

Summary: Never having a place to call home can do something to a person. The most apparent side effect, never getting attached. Eddie Musnons changes everything for you, but will you be able to get over your issues?

Warnings: Physical/ Emotional Abuse, Brief mention of an eating disorder, Eddie being Eddie, mild angst.

Characters: Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader, Steve, Dunstin, Mike, random made up people, shitty parents, Jason Carver.

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader (not really a relationship, but it's hinted that it will eventually happen)

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When most people say they have a home, they mean they have a place they will always feel safe, welcome, and loved. That is why you have never had a home, sure you've had a place to sleep, but never a home. You've been with your parents youre entire life, but you've never felt welcome, wanted, and nowhere near loved. Instead, you feel used, unimportant, and unneeded. A home doesn't need to be an actual house, a home can be a person, thing, or an idea, another thing you've never had. As far as you can remember, this is how you've always been treated, nobody allowing you to get close, nobody taking the time to get to know you, and certainly nobody took the time to befriend you, giving you your reputation as the “weird” loner girl who sits by herself all day. This wasn't the worst reputation you could have, it also wasn't false. You did prefer to be by yourself, saving you from both the awkwardness of getting to know someone, and the fear of becoming their friend.

There was another mis represented person in this school, Eddie Munson, most commonly called, the freak of Hawkins. You have never spoken to the so-called “freak” but you could tell he meant well. He was usually hanging out with the other kids in the school that didn't fit into any social groups, giving them a home. Putting on shows for everyone to see in the lunchroom, jumping on tables, picking fights with the basketball players, being everything you werent. You weren't quite as lucky as the other kids he's brought into his group, yes you were out of the social norm, yes, you didn't fit into any social group, no, you were not a part of the home Eddie has created. You weren't sure if you wanted to actually be a part of his group, or if you just liked the idea of belonging. Though it was probably for the best, you couldn't help but feel hurt that you were more of an outcast than the “freaks'' of the school. Being so much more of an outcast than them that you didn't belong with them either. Confirming your role as the schools number one loner.

School goes by in a slow blurr, classes where teachers call on everyone but you, other classes where students work with their friends and you're left to work alone. Except for biology, today was different. In today's class you were meant to dissect a frog, great, but with this project you were also assigned a partner. Jason Carver, the biggest jerk in this school since Billy Hargrove. “How did I get stuck with the weirdo?” He sounded angry, furious at the thought of having to work with someone outside of his social status. “Mr. Carver, I think you will find that y/n here is very intelligent. You might even find you lucked out with your pairing.” The teacher knew what she was doing, giving him the student that would do the brunt of the work. “Whatever” He made no attempt at making his way over to your table, so when the rest of the students took their seats with their partners, you made your way over to him. Neither of you speaking a word, you began reading over the assignment. “Let's lay down some ground rules. You're doing the work, Ill present it, deal?” With a heavy sigh, you dont speak and simply nod acknowledging and agreeing to his terms. You weren't necessarily mad at the arrangement, you wouldn't have to speak with him too often, and you wouldn't have to worry about one of you going over to the other's house. So you began working, laying out the assignment, figuring out the best way to complete it, and then, dissecting the frog. You've always been squeamish, not liking the sight of blood and certainly not the sight of another creature's intestines. Nonetheless, you finish the first part of the assignment, while neither of you spoke, you could feel him watching you at times. Taking in your focus, and the way you pretended as if he wasn't here. You had caught the attention of the worst person in the school. “You know what, I'll help you with the project. How does your place after school sound?” Oh no, no no no no no. This couldn't be happening. “N-no it's okay, i prefer working this way” He couldn't come over, nobody can come over. He let out a light chuckle, no way YOU were rejecting HIM. “Nope, i'm coming over after school, and we are going to do this project” The tone of his voice alluded to his very obvious ulterior motives. That's not what you were worried about, your parents would kill you. “Can we do it in the library here at school? My parents hate when I bring company over” For the first time in that class, or ever, you meet his eyes. Trying to show how truly desperate you were for him not to come to your house. By the grace of god, he agreed. The both of you are planning to meet there directly after your last class.

School ended faster than you had hoped, this was the most social interaction you had gotten in ages. Wanting to get this over with, you went to the library and began working on the project. “I've been walking around for a few minutes, thought you stood me up” You could see straight through his fake kindness, he didn't want to be your friend, he wanted you for your looks and the title he could have. “No, i've been here, we don't have much left to do” You could feel the smugness radiating off of him, you couldn't practically hear him smirking at you. “I think we should focus our attention on something more interesting than the project.” There it was, you knew that's what he wanted, and you knew that it was going to be put on the table. “No, I would rather focus on the project” Silence, gut wrenching silence. He didn't know what to do, or to say. Nobody had ever rejected him so flat out before, How could they? He was Jason god damn Carver. “Think about what you're doing right now y/n, think about the reputation I have compared to the one you have. I could make your life a living hell, so I'm going to ask again. Why don't we focus on something more Interesting” What could he do that would make your life worse. “Pass” your fate was sealed, there was no going back from this moment, but what's the worst that could happen. His threat quickly coming to fruition, he took his hand and swiped all your work off the table you were working at. “You're going to regret this y/n” with that, he walked away, and you stayed putting everything back on the table and continuing to work on your project.

You werent there for much longer, maybe another thirty minutes. You decided it was time to go home, hoping to either find your parents passed out drunk on the couch, or maybe they wouldn't be home at all. Instead of your hopes coming to life, they were very much intoxicated, which of course means they were mad about something you did. Even if that something was nothing. “About damn time you showed up” Your mother spoke, her words slurred, eyes crossed. Things were about to get bad, as they usually did. She stood up and made her way over to you “where were you” . She has mastered the ‘I'm drunk and I want to sound scary’ tone, and as most people are, she is a considerable amount taller than you. Your mother looms over you, waiting for an answer that will satisfy her expectations. “I was at the school working on a project for biology” you know not to sound scared in these moments, if you do it won't do anything but encourage her to continue. Her nostrils flare, her eyes grow a few centimeters,she's pissed. “Liar” then starts the nightly routine of your parents taking turns to ‘discipline’ you, even though you are well in your teen years and not in need of discipline. Punches to the gut, face, arms, legs, any place they can manage to land a kick or a punch, you better believe they will.

This goes on for a few hours, nobody daring to interrupt them during their violent episodes. You know, as well as everyone else knows, that the walls of your trailer are less than sound proof. If you can hear a car door close from three trailers down, you best believe that they can hear the yells coming from both you and your parents, and yet nobody does anything about it. You've always hoped that one day someone would be the knight in shining armor that you read about when you were a child, but as you've grown you have realized that those were just fairy tales.

________________ As the days passed, Jason kept his end of the promise, making your life a living hell. Between your home life, and the beatings led by Jason at school, you have no true peace. Nothing to look forward to, nothing. At lunch you try to sit in peace, taking a moment to yourself, but that is quickly ruined by the cool sensation caused by someone pouring their drink directly on top of you. This was your breaking point, finally allowing yourself to feel everything you have been holding back. Tears quickly spill down your face, looking down hoping nobody would see. You honestly needed for people not to see how truly broken you felt. “Guys we finally did it, we broke the weirdo” you could see just how truly happy the person was that you had broken. Before anybody could be too happy about your downfall, someone stepped in. Your hero, the freak himself, Eddie Munson. “I think you've made your point, yeah?” His tall, looming figure doing his best to intimidate anyone watching. His dark clothes, big hair, and striking image managed to get the jerk who poured his drink on top of you to scamper off. “I'm sorry they did that to you” you didn't know what to say, this was the first time someone had spoken to you with no ulterior motive, and this was sure as shit the first time someone had spoken to you after preventing someone from bullying you further. All you could do was look at him, a glimmer of happiness held in both of your eyes, as a sudden weight was lifted off of your shoulder. The weight of not having anybody in your life that you can trust, because, in this one short and fleeting moment, you had him. “Thank you” A smile grew on your face, causing one to grow on his. The way his lips curled up into their natural position, a smile. His natural position was a smile, while yours was a frown. His eyes are bright, while yours are dim. He was everything you weren't, he was strong enough to handle the maltreatment of the jocks at school, and he was strong enough to stand up to them for a total stranger. “It's not a problem really, I've been wanting to tell that guy off for a while now, and I've also been looking for a reason to talk to you” He took his seat next to you, while also offering you a spare shirt he had. “Drinks have been poured on me more times than I can count, I always keep a spare '' His smile still had not faded from his face. He was bright, happy, and warm. “T-thank you” nobody had ever shown you this much kindness, nobody had ever looked for a reason to talk to you. Eddie Munson has been in your life for all five minutes, and he has already been the first person to do a lot of things. “Are those the only words you know?” You could tell he was joking, the lopsided smirk planted on his face, the shining in his eyes, nothing about his demeanor hinted at any malice coming off of him. “Sorry I guess I'm kind of in shock, nobody has wanted to talk to me before, let alone stand up for me” Your words were small and quiet, but he was listening. Someone was listening to you. “Why don't you come to sit with us? We've been meaning to add someone else to our crew of misfits” Your stomach did three summersaults, he wanted you to sit with them. He wanted you to be a part of their family, their home. “ I would love that Eddie, I really would” a cheesy grin grew on your face, you had done it, he had done it. Maybe now you would belong somewhere, maybe now you could finally have it. A Home.

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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The Bodyguard (Loki x Female reader) (Au) (18+)

Read Chapter 9 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 10

Summary : The day of Katlyn's party doesn't go as well with Loki as you thought it would, you both come to a realisation

Warning : Harsh language, bodyshaming, fatshaming, mention of neglect and abuse, emotional abuse, Unhealthy Eating Patterns, starving and under eating, implied smut, mention of drug use, some weird feeding kink I'm (loki is) developing?

When you woke up the next morning you showered, put on a dress and did your makeup. You were at Steve's house and you didn't want anyone to comment over your features, the little belly fat you had was already the reason for your constant humiliation, it wasn't even visible from under the clothes but they all just loved bullying you.

You remembered what Loki said, you wondered how different your life would have been if it was Loki in place of Steve. He would never make you feel so horrible about yourself.

As you stepped out to the dining area, everyone was already there, they were kind enough to allow Loki to sit with them but then you realised it was Katlyn's idea and you knew why she did that, she wanted to fuck him and you hated the thought of it. She always enjoyed taking away everything you wanted.

You sat in front of Katlyn and Loki, your dad was on the chair left to you and Steve was on the right side, his mom sat next to your dad followed by his dad. They were all laughing about something, discussing their frivolous lifestyle and business but your mind remained focused on how Katlyn kept trying to indulge Loki with conversation. Bucky sat on the other side of her and he was being ignored royally by her.

You raised your feet up and your toes brushed against Loki's shin, his breath hitched and he looked at you.

He shook his head a little so you looked away but your toes kept rubbing over his shin.

He was stuck there, with the most annoying woman he has ever known, she kept talking and he had to be courteous. He was working for these people afterall.

"Happy birthday Katlyn" you said to her and she chuckled.

"You remembered just now? you sat down five minutes ago, but it's okay I get it, the sight of food always makes you forget everything right?" She giggled and Loki clenched his jaw, he didn't understand why these people kept bullying you for eating. This was so damaging for your self esteem and because of this constant scrutiny you practically lived on one meal a day.

"You should have seen her as a kid, she was so cute like a fat pig " she mocked you and everyone on the table chuckled as if it was the most humorous sentence they have ever heard.

"I blame her mother for that, she ruined her eating habits " your eyes teared up as your father mentioned her, the only time he ever mentioned her was when he wanted to blame her. He couldn't leave her alone even after she was gone.

"Let me just slide the butter away from her before she'll gorge on it" Steve said jokingly and that's when you got up and stormed out of there.

"She's still not able to take a joke? I just hope she won't embarrass me at our parties, our daughter in law will have to follow some rules and regulations, I won't tolerate this type of behavior" Pamela huffed and Rocky assured her that he'll take care of your attitude.

Loki was beyond infuriated at this point, they didn't even allow you to have a bite of food in peace. They were the reason why you felt so conscious about your body and they were enabling the unhealthy eating habits you have made.

"Let her be, we are going to the beach right? Wouldn't want her to look fat in a bikini anyways" Steve said and Katlyn laughed.

Loki's appetite was gone too, he has worked for wealthy selfish people before and has seen so much but he has never seen anyone treat their own child like that.

He got ready as he had to be wherever you'll go, he waited outside your bedroom while you got ready,

"Hello handsome" he heard Katlyn's voice and that made him groan internally.

"Hello mam"

"Jeez stop calling me that" she walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You are so hot, I want to fuck you before you leave" she placed a kiss on his cheeks one by one and she was about to kiss his lips. He was going to stop her but it was right then you opened the door and found her curled up to him. You felt insanely jealous, hurt and you felt angry with him. You had no right to feel so but you did. You stormed past them so he followed you quickly.

Katlyn grabbed his arm and he tried to pull it back but she didn't let go.

As you all stepped out, you glared at him but his eyes softened as he looked at you.

"Big bro can I borrow this bodyguard for the trip?" Katlyn asked him and Steve smirked. He knew this would affect you a little, you always hated it whenever your toys were shared with Katlyn,

"Take uncle Rocky's permission, he works for him" of course your dad didn't deny, Steve was going to be with you so he didn't care about your safety at all. That's not how Loki thought this day would go for both of you especially after last night. When nobody was looking he somehow managed to slip a granola bar in your handbag and texted you so you could eat whenever you'll get time.

Rocky, Mason and Pamela took one car, Loki and Katlyn went separately and you were stuck with Steve and Bucky.

You took out the granola bar to eat as your stomach grumbled, why did you feel so hurt and jealous? He wasn't your boyfriend, he wasn't even your friend. He was nothing. Right?

"Let me see how many calories it has?" Steve snatched the bar away from you and threw it out the window. Bucky chuckled at the action so you glared at him, ever since you fainted Steve has gotten worse for some reason, he wasn't this critical about your body or food before that. Your dad always kept you on a diet but Steve gave no shit, he only cared about the benefits he got from being with you. So why was he being so evil now?

At the beach, Steve showed off his chiseled abusive body but it did nothing for you, your eyes were focused on how Katlyn was trying to get cozy with Loki, he looked uncomfortable but if he was then why didn't he stop her? He clearly could stop her if he wanted to.

You took the beach dress off and went for a swim, Katlyn glared at you as you showed off your toned body while she had zero muscle mass to compete with you. She couldn't even lift 20 pounds.

Loki couldn't stop staring at your body, he found you all kinds of sexy, your toned arms and legs, that bubble butt that he had the privilege of seeing before as well made him real uncomfortable between his legs. He loved your soft little belly, you had abs but it was hidden by a layer of fat that you couldn't get rid of and he absolutely didn't care about that, he liked everything about you, the more he got to know you, the more fucked he felt for you.

You went from being daddy's spoiled little princess in his eyes to being darling y/n, the girl that he knew was being hurt and abused every minute and he wanted to protect you so badly but he was failing. He was a slave to his employers here, these people were capable of chopping his bones up and feeding them to the sharks, nobody would bat an eye if he went missing right this moment. He had to be cautious with his actions towards you and for you, he had to be really smart about it.

As you all went back to the mansion and Katlyn decided to allow him to breathe, he knocked on your door but you politely asked him to fuck off.

Okay so he wasn't the only one going through a grind here. You were jealous right?

He tried to talk to you but you ignored him throughout the day, at the party you put on the bodycon dress just to spite him and that made him upset. You purposefully found the hottest guy in the room and clung to him, even though all you wanted was for Loki to hold you in his arms, the way he just allowed Katlyn to grope him didn't sit well with you.

He watched you dancing and pretending to have fun when he knew deep down you were just trying to rile him up and it was working.

Katlyn got super drunk, like embarrassingly delirious, so Steve asked him to take her to her bedroom..

"Careful miss" he mumbled as she stumbled on her heels and held onto him. Your dad got busy at the party, and Steve entertained himself with other people, so you followed them both and you hated every second of the closeness they shared.

You decided to go to your room as your eyes teared up, why did you have to get attached to him? He hugged you twice and you thought he cared about you?

"Nobody cares about you..you dumb fool" you threw a vase in the corner to let out your frustration, just a little. It didn't work.

After a few hours when the party died down, you heard a knock on your door, when you opened it, it was Loki of course. With a tray of food in his hands.

You turned around to get inside and he sighed.

"Why are you upset with me?" He asked you and you crossed your arms,

"I'm not upset..why ..why would I be upset?" You said that but your eyes gave it away. He could see the hurt in them.

"Sit down, you are going to eat" he said softly and placed the tray down on the bed, you were still in the dress you wore at the party, he saw the shards of broken vase splattered all over the room.

"Did you eat the bar I gave you in the morning?" You shook your head as he asked you that.

"Why darling?"

"Steve threw it away" your voice choked and that made him run his fingers through his hair in anger and frustration.

"Did you fuck her?" You asked him and he glared at you.

"That's none of your concern" he snapped at you and you chuckled at the tone of his voice. His anger was misplaced and he regretted it almost immediately.

"Get out"

"Y/n.."

"Get out please..I can't..I can't take this..you..you are all the same.. everyone..all the same" you broke down into a fit of cries, this has never happened to you before, you had learned to drown your emotions then why was he affecting you like this?

He heard your broken cries so he walked towards you and tried to hug you but you took a step away, he didn't let it deter him from comforting you. He grabbed your shoulders and pulled you closer to him, his own eyes teared up because he didn't want to be the reason for your sadness, he wanted the opposite of it.

"I'm sorry..I'm sorry darling, I'm sorry" he whispered softly as he kissed the top of your head. You cried your heart out and it was only when your sobs diminished is when he pulled you away from him. He caressed your cheeks with his thumbs and made you look at him.

"Now talk to me okay? Why are you upset with me? Hmm? Why are you acting out? Is it because of Katlyn?" He asked you and you nodded like a child as you sobbed again,

"She means nothing, I don't care about her" he whispered softly and his lips lingered on your forehead.

"And me? You care about me?"

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't care about you"

"I don't..don't want you to sleep with her or be her friend, she's horrible, shell take you away like she took him" you sniffled

"Who did she take away from you?" Tears slipped down from his eyes because your broken little sobs were too hurtful.

"Him.. he was..my first boyfriend..we were sixteen, and she told him horrible things about me, and she took him, he didn't want me anymore, he only wanted her" you hugged him tightly and he wrapped his arms around you to make you feel safe and protected. Years worth of pain and abuse from the people you called your friends and family, what else were you hiding inside you? The carefree slutty persona you showed him the first day he met you was just a facade, this scared shattered girl in his arms was your real self.

"Okayyy ssshhh stop crying, just calm down for me...breathe for me okay?" He caressed your back softly as you held onto him tightly. You couldn't stop crying for some reason, it was as if you couldn't just hold it all in anymore. Once your breathing leveled and sobs diminished he picked you up and made you sit down on the bed.

"Look at me..hey" he cupped your cheeks so you looked at him

"I'm not going to sleep with her, I'm not going to be her friend and I don't want her, she can't take me away alright? I'm your…I'm your bodyguard darling and I.. I am your friend.. nobody is going to take me away I promise "

"You promise?" You asked him and he nodded

"I'm sorry I.. I'm sorry for all of this..I don't know what's happening" you mumbled softly, the aftermath of the breakdown always left you feeling embarassed and stupid .

"It's okay..we will figure it out, I'm going to protect you okay? You're my responsibility" he mumbled softly as he kissed your forehead.

Then he grabbed the plate of food and fed you each n every bite until you were all full and couldn't eat anymore. You skipped not just breakfast but lunch as well, you just had a few drinks at the party and he didn't want you to get sick again.

"Can you do something for me?" He asked you so you nodded

"I want you to eat three proper meals everyday, okay? Can you do that for me?" You looked down as he said that, you always skip lunch.

"I.. I don't want to gain weight, I have to fit into my wedding dress" your eyes teared up as the reality of your situation hit you like a wave. Just two more months and you'll become Mrs Rogers. What will happen to you and Loki then? Would you continue to see him like this? It wouldn't be possible you knew that.

"You won't gain anything, I'll take care of that, we will go to gym everyday, but I need you to eat properly to justify all that heavy workout you put your body through, it's not healthy to keep going like this, are you listening to me darling?" You nodded as he said that, you were listening to him. That's all you wanted to do, he was the only person you wanted to listen to from now on.

"Okay, I'll listen to you" you mumbled meekly and he kissed your forehead again.

"That's my good girl, the best ever, three meals yeah? I can't feed you all the time so you just have to do it for me alright? Don't listen to them, listen to me, I would never want to hurt you, you hear me?" You nodded as your arms flung around his neck.

"Do you have a granola bar?" You asked him so he took one out of his pocket and gave it to you but you gave him back.

"Feed me" you mumbled softly so he unwrapped it quickly and placed the bar in front of your mouth, you took a bite and closed your eyes as you chewed on the piece. His eyes lingered over your plump lips and he desperately wanted to kiss you.

You grabbed his hand and brought it to your lips as you took another bite of the bar, you hummed or moaned in contentment, he couldn't figure out the sound but he knew he was turned on from the sight. He never thought feeding someone like this could give him such feelings but here he was exploring whatever this was.

You are so young, so beautiful, so hurt and so terribly sad. Even though you have access to every amenity this world can offer, you are the most broken little thing he has ever known. Money can buy almost everything except genuine feelings, the care, the love, it only grew and built with time and his love for you was building everyday, more and more.

In that moment he knew that it would destroy him to allow you to slip away from him. He didn't want to fail you.

And as you placed a kiss on each of his fingers after you finished the bar, he knew that's how he wanted to take care of you for the rest of his life or until the moment you'd want him to do it for you.

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bacchicly · 2 months

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List day + a bit of journaling

I am feeling sorry for myself today - amid a mix of other emotions and I know that when I start to get resentful of the universe it can lead to bad things...especially if I push it down or try to pretend that everything is fine. The challenge is I feel guilty about feeling cheated. I compare my pain to those around me and know that I actually have it pretty good...VERY good. But feelings...they don't understand scale and feelings are not there for anyone but me. If I am to talk to myself the way I would talk to a friend (isn't it annoying that hackenied advice like that is actually good? Gah.) I have to tell myself I am allowed to feel what I feel and not worry about it...not feel guilty...but yes make a choice to express it in a way that will not hurt those I care about and love. Express it in a way so that it doesn't poison future moments. I need to lean into my decision to live like I matter and that I deserve care and that I may not be able to choose how I feel but I can take steps to choose how I express them. (Oh god...it's like I am turning into an after-school special...a televangelist or pop psychologist...blech).

Context - I took this week off partly because my kid was supposed to be at school this week and had an overnight school trip planned for tonight...but...and I 100% know it is worse for them...they are coughing too much to go. So they are going to be home today and tomorrow and then into the weekend. And my time I planned to spend mostly alone doing chores or hanging out with my husband is now not going to happen.

Ok so what am I feeling?

Afraid- I had things to do this week and frankly I have done none of them yet. And I know I can still do them but having my kid here makes it more complicated and there is no way I am going to get as much as I hoped done...and I know people always tell you that there are more things in life than a clean house...but guys? Mine is not untidy. It is filthy. It is covered in pile and piles of stuff - not all of it mine of course - but that just makes it more complicated to tackle. If it was all mine - yes it would be easier - but then I would also be alone and not have the good things. Easy is not always good. Simple is not always the more beautiful choice...But if I am choosing a life that is complex....then I need to bring more complex skills to the table. I need to give myself the gifts of time and kindness and space to practice them.

Gah. I need that meme...the one that is about taking my stupid body for a walk...or the grumpy penguin making valentines...

You know what I hate? I hate that manslowe's hierarchy of needs makes it seem like it's a linear process that if you are self actualized you have clearly mastered the lower stuff. That is fucking hooyie. I am great at self actualizing. I am terrible at some of the lower stuff and so are many maybe most of us. Fuck you manslowe. (No don't come at me I know that wasn't exactly what the pyramid was trying to say...but the long term impact has not been good...well except the legacy of those memes that alter it. I fucking could eat those.

Ok. So what else do I feel?

Angry? Disappointed? Why me? Frustrated?

Yeppers. Life is sometimes not fair and it is no one's fault. And I am allowed to feel that shit. I deserve to. It's part of life's tapestry. But...I can choose how I process it. I can learn new skills. I can vent to strangers and friends on the internet and not be a jerk (knock wood) to my family. I can sit and let the feelings take me on their glorious rollercoaster. I can enjoy thinking about why anger is so much more comfy for me than fear or sadness or helplessness. I can think about how lucky we are to have petty disappointments and tragedy (for now at least) and use this time to practice my skills for when it is harder. When I don't have time or space to process right away. When it is something harder and less clear cut - with far fewer upsides. Using tragedy to practice for tragedy feels gross and grizzly in some ways... but at least it is doing. At least it makes me stronger and less likely to hurt people I love. At least it makes it easier to ask for what I need to keep going.

I downloaded a new app... Designed to help manage ADHD...it costs a fair amount for the year - but about the same as one massage or therapy appointment - and I have a 7 day trial. So I am trying to decide if it's something I should commit to. It's confusing though because I know my first while with anything new is a honeymoon...and eventually I will disengage. But I am working on taking that into account but also not not taking opportunities because of it. I think this could be good for me. Therapy has fallen by the wayside for now... And my other apps aren't working. This is working right now...but...while I have no plans on changing...change will come. Friends or myself will have life things that may prompt us to either change apps or the app itself may cease to exist or even if I use tumblr ...or the list day thing may just stop working...I mean it morphs regularly already and works sometimes and not others. So I just need to keep swimming. Fortunately I love swimming.

I think though...this new app and tumblr could work well together for awhile. And me going through the structured learning and activities wouldn't hurt. And not actually having to talk to a therapist means...well it's a bit like writing fan fiction...I can jump right in...I don't have to paint the picture and go through the usual rigamarole of having to explain the nuances of my character and life to give the therapist context....which tends to just make me feel defensive and kind of bored. My life is so far from anyone's textbook...it's hard to catch people up quickly (and then they want to keep telling me "everyone" feels that way about everything and I just feel like shouting ...keep up! I know that! I am not stupid! Besides if I want to take an hour out of my schedule to talk to someone...I'd rather spend time with someone I am allowed to love and care about or at least produce things with...therapists can only be therapists. You aren't allowed to be friends or write a play together or draft new policy. And it's unfair because they are always such interesting and dynamic people. No. I will talk here. I will paint the walls of my blog and write fan fic and then have coffee with my husband and go camping with my kid. I will carve out time to finish the plays I am writing and email the director I was talking to last week and arrange to do a reading of one of my WIP.

Yes I have mental stuff. Yes I have physical stuff. Yes I have a difficult but rewarding job. Yes I have a difficult but wonderful home life. But that's what life is. Plot. Improv. Contribution.

Ok I feel better. I can and will do this life thing. One step.... One blog post... One list at a time. There is too much beautiful and terrible not to. I will kiss the damn whole thing open mouthed. I will fucking make a meal of it. I will go big and be home!

Ta da! Tra la! Ok now for my list. It is 11:43... And I have the whole damn day to make the world a bit of a better place...

Journal - ta done!

Make list - started!

Go downstairs and make lunch for me and my gang.

Eat and watch Golden girls with my kid. Tell them how proud I am of them for making the decision to stay home (I was ready to make a decision if pressed but instead I did a good job of setting it up so my kid could make the decision on their own. I am proud of that.)

Do the dreaded dishes but revel in how brave and awesome I am at it - even the yucky parts. Take that stupid dishes! I will set a damn timer for an hour (audio book) and race to finish. Stay on task!

Clean out the fridge drawer of death. Light sabers optional.

Find the library book that is tragically overdue. See if I can still return it or if I have to pay the replacement fee. Get my library card reinstated. (If you guys ever think ADHD is not a thing or that I am not the poster child...we'll give your head a shake.

Sit at the library for an hour or so and do whatever the fuck I want. Delicious.

See where I am at.

If you read this far...or even just skipped to the end. Thank you for being here. Whether you comment or like or just lurk and leave nothing...please know just by being a witness to this tiny side show you are making a difference. Me being able to use this space ...to feel like someone out there is watching... It helps a lot. It makes me much stronger and more likely to behave in a way I can be proud of. It means I do less harm. So thank you.

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