#mp100 fluff bomb

[rebka18]

For my current fic obsession!!

you want mega fluff with tension in the middle and a urge to hit them both on the head for oblivious this is the fic for you,i love it somuch and cant wait for more chapters to come go give it a read and kudos here!!!

[gallus-rising]

@shaaknaa

Would you mind defining "fluff bomb?" Google is... interesting but unhelpful.

i think it was a mp100 only phenomenon but here's what happened based off my memories of the s1 era mp100 fandom

the original "call to arms" seems to be lost to time (which is why i censored OP's name since ig they don't want to be associated with it for w/e reason)

but basically there was some kind of nsfw-themed Russian fan event (gift exchange, prompt thing, idk if anyone ever found out) and one day everyone woke up to see the first few pages of the mp100 ao3 tag filled with Problematic ships and all shorts of nasty trigger warnings. so instead of just, you know, filtering tags ppl were like, "let's mass post cute Wholesome fluff fics to push them as far back as possible!" which i'm all for creating out of spite, but i think that's not a great emotion to write fluff fic from

from then on every time they was an influx of "gross" fics (which usually happened bc the sfw/Wholesome part of the fandom died down due to increasingly narrow definitions as to what counted as Problematic!! while the nsfw ppl who were immune to harassment kept doing their thing) someone would call for a fluff bomb to get that nasty shit off the front page so no one would see it!!

even more tldr: if you think the current mp100 fandom has a Discourse problem boy you ain't seen nothing!!!

also in retrospect the whole "let's push this off the front page bc we never look at fics any older than that!" Thing was an early warning of the current "why aren't the Content Creators making endless Content for me to passively enjoy?" attitude you see in fandom today 🙃

ok sorry for the long post. like i said i don't think ppl still do this, but i still have my knee jerk anxieties from the things that pushed me out of the fandom up until pretty recently :']

mp100 history lesson of the day is over now <(--)>

i should go ahead and apologize for the person i'm going to become over ekumob week. if it's any consolation i'm forcing myself to get some of the AroAce Feels™ out so there's that

[serenlyss]

Growing Up

Rating: G Pairing: Background terumob Summary: Shigeo decides to branch out a little. Crossposted to AO3: Growing Up

Here's my second stab at @bisexualwinry​‘s fluff prompts!

On an unrelated note, I've been looking for fellow mp100 writers here with the potential of creating a writer's discord! Specifically I've been looking in the mp100 fandom since that's the one I'm most active in rn but it's open to all fandom writers. I haven't created it yet bc I haven't seen enough interest but I feel like it could be a really fun place for writers to get together, find beta readers, workshop ideas, etc! If you're interested, hmu here on tumblr or my discord (LyssaGirl1998). You can send me an ask or an im, whatever you prefer!

“Master Reigen,” Shigeo says one day from his spot on the couch in Reigen’s office, “I think I’d like to learn to play piano.”

Reigen looks up from where he’s tapping away at his keyboard. It’s still odd to hear Shigeo call him that, after he’d admitted to being a fraud, but despite his insistence that he doesn’t need to anymore, he still does anyway. Shigeo reclines against the couch, one leg lifted so that his ankle rested atop his opposite knee. He has a book open in his lap, which he’s been quietly reading up until now.

“Piano?” The voice of Reigen’s unwanted and self-imposed secretary butts into the conversation before Reigen can reply. Tome leans forward in her seat, the seat that used to be Shigeo’s, before he’d stopped coming around as frequently. “What would you want to learn something like that for?”

Shigeo shrugs with a small smile, slipping a bookmark between the pages of his novel and setting it aside for now. The smiles are less rare now, more generously offered and less stifled and withheld. “It was thinking that it could be fun to learn how to play an instrument,” he explains. “I don’t have a lot of hobbies, after all.”

Reigen’s more than a little surprised that piano is the thing that Shigeo has decided to pursue. He’s never seemed like much of the musical type, aside from whatever music he liked to listen to in his free time, and he’d only ever taken interest in a few random activities, like exercising. But he’s in his third year of middle school now, and he’d finally started letting go of the tight hold he’d kept on his emotions for all those years, so it’s only natural for him to want to explore those hidden and repressed sides of himself now. Besides, Reigen finds the idea of careful Shigeo sitting at a piano quite easy to imagine, once he puts his mind to it. “Hmm, I think it would suit you,” he comments. “Why piano, though? Any particular reason?”

“Well, Teru knows how to play, and he’s even offered to teach me a few times,” Shigeo replies, his smile turning a bit more shy and fond with the mention of his boyfriend. “He’s really talented, and I bet he’s a good teacher.”

At her desk, Tome makes choking noises and pretends to be sick.

Reigen ignores her entirely. “I think it’s a good idea,” he says. Shigeo deserves encouragement and support, and if he wants to try something new, Reigen firmly believes that he should.

Shigeo, at least, seems pleased with the answer, nodding with a confidence Reigen still isn’t quite used to seeing before returning quietly to his book. Reigen lets himself stare a moment longer, noting that Shigeo’s gotten taller. It won’t be long before he shoots over Reigen’s head and starts rivaling Serizawa.

He huffs out a breath that ends up sounding annoyed, turning back to his work. These stupid kids, they really do grow up way too fast.

---

Teru and Shigeo meet after their club activities often to study and, occasionally, to have a brief piano lesson. Teru can’t fit a keyboard in his little apartment, so he comes to Salt Mid instead, and the two of them take up residence in one of the school’s open practice rooms in the music wing.

Shigeo’s fingers are inexperienced and uncertain, and he’s quick to doubt the soft way he presses the keys, so different from Teru’s quick and confident playing. He’s stubbornly dedicated to learning, though, and his ear is incredibly sharp. He picks out his mistakes quickly after he makes them, fingers jerking into the correct positions with little need for Teru to correct them for him. Teru’s quick to praise him for his progress and gentle when he points out his missteps, and they quickly fall into a routine in their lessons of sitting on the bench together, close enough to brush shoulders, Teru leaning over to mess with the music while Shigeo does scales and arpeggios and sight reads the kind of music meant for three-year-olds and pretends not to notice how the proximity makes his chest warm comfortably.

---

Ritsu hears Shigeo practice, sometimes, when their mother goes to run errands, their father isn’t quite home from work yet, and it’s just the two of them in the house. Usually it’s when Ritsu is up in his room, working on his homework. He’ll catch the faint, distant sound of piano melodies as Shigeo plays whatever comes to mind: random little tunes that Teru’s taught him, old folk songs and nursery rhymes, and occasionally something of his own creation.

The tunes start out rough and shaky, large breaks between bits of the music Shigeo hasn’t quite committed to memory yet. Ritsu wonders how he can see so little progress and yet still not find himself frustrated. He shakes his head and goes back to his homework, drowning out the quiet plinks of the piano beneath him with headphones and his own music.

---

Shigeo graduates middle school.

Reigen gets invited to come sit with his family for the ceremony, and Teru does as well. They find a seat off to the side, easy to spot but not too overbearing. The ceremony is widely unnecessary, in Reigen’s opinion, and drags on for far longer than he believes it should, but that doesn’t stop the rush of unprecedented pride he feels when he hears the principal call Shigeo’s name.

He watches, speechless, as the boy he’s known for the last five years of his life crosses the stage, and hides the fact that he’s on the verge of tears by pretending he’s sleepy and rubbing his eyes. Ritsu shoots him a look that says he sees right through Reigen’s bullshitting, but not even Shigeo’s snarky younger brother can steal his good mood away from him when he eagerly goes to congratulate his student after the ceremony has concluded.

Shigeo’s parents shell out to buy him a nice graduation gift: an electronic keyboard of his own, one that he can easily put up in his bedroom and take with him when he eventually goes off to college. It’s full-sized, with the nice weighted keys that feel like a real piano’s, but compact enough that he doesn’t need to worry about how much space it takes up. Reigen pitches in to help pay for the accessories as his own congratulations, and it’s beyond satisfying to see the way Shigeo’s eyes light up at the sight of the crisp, new black-and-white instrument already set up and waiting for him when they all go back to the Kageyama house to celebrate.

---

Shigeo keeps practicing. He gets better every time Ritsu hears him, his pacing more consistent, repertoire more confident. It makes him happy that Shigeo has found something he likes, that he’s willing to practice and get better at. He hopes he sticks with it.

---

Shigeo grows older, taller. His daily exercises with the Body Improvement Club show in the lean muscles he hides beneath the sleeves of the better-fitting high school uniform. His shoulders broaden and his face loses its childishness in favor of more mature, angular features, but it retains its softness in the laugh lines around his eyes and the toothy smile he no longer hesitates to show.

Larger hands and longer fingers make playing the piano that much easier, after the initial adjustment he has to make to account for his newfound clumsiness. He runs into things constantly now, banging his feet on chairs and tables that he swears are too far away to be problematic and hitting his head on low-hanging objects and shelves he used to be able to walk right under. He forgets sometimes that he can reach the high shelves now, the ones even Reigen can’t get to unless he uses the little step stool by the pantry.

He joins a music club at his new high school and uses it as his designated practice time, putting his hours into the well-worn pianos in the music room while the other club members hone their own talents all around him. It’s been months since he first touched a piano, and he’s grown confident and deft in the way he moves his fingers over the keys. He can sight read now, at least certain things. He plays whatever he feels like playing, not confined to classes or grades or any sort of classical training. He picks out song with tunes he thinks sound pretty or interesting and then he recreates them, with or without music, content to play on a whim instead of by necessity.

He never becomes so good at the piano that he’s asked to perform outside of occasional pieces he plays for his friends or classmates at his music club. He learns a few duets, with Teru or with friends who play other instruments, but he doesn’t perform in front of large crowds or even attempt to.He’s perfectly content to play for himself, and only himself.

---

Shigeo loves playing the piano. When he feels stressed, it’s an easy way for him to relieve some dormant energy and express those feelings in a productive way. He plays happy things when he’s feeling sad, somber things when he’s feeling contemplative, whatever comes to mind in the moment. He plays easy things and complex things, whatever sounds pleasing to the ear, and challenges himself by picking up pieces that he thinks may be a bit beyond his skill level. He surprises himself by putting in the time and effort into making what seemed impossible his new glass ceiling, and shatters it with every day he pushes himself out of his comfort zone.

Sometimes he plays out loud, for anyone to hear, and other times he plugs in a pair of headphones and plays just for himself. He plays as a break between homework assignments, putting his brain to work in a completely different way, plays when he’s feeling bored and has nothing else to do.

Sometimes he doesn’t play at all, too wrapped up in the business of his schedule as he balances occasional work for Reigen with hanging out with Teru and his brother and all of their friends. He never goes too long without playing, though, his attention inevitably going back to the keyboard set up by the window in his room, where he can glance outside at the neighbors walking their dogs down the street while his fingers drum against the plastic keys. It’s peaceful, and takes his mind off his other concerns.

---

When he finally leaves his parents’ house, he takes the keyboard with him.

[mp100ficrec]

Slipping Up by bethwithlit

Fic can be read HERE.

Confessions, Fluff, MP100 Fluff Bomb, Getting Together, Romance. Completed. Rated: G. Word Count: 2572

Pairings: Gouda Musashi/Kageyama ‘Mob’ Shigeo

Trigger Warnings: Blood, Fainting

“The gang goes for a run and lose Mob along the way.”

Part 14 of the Musashigeo series

[frootysparkycakes]

Ritsu has something to give to Reigen.

[bisexualwinry]

Fic: Kaleidoscope

part of my contribution to the mp100 fluff bomb! based off my first prompt ‘aura’ from this list. eventually I’ll put this up on ao3 too!!

Several things changed after the encounter with Claw's 7th Branch. Mob's power had long since left Reigen's body and he was as much as an esper as he was before, which was to say, he wasn't one at all. 

However, the brief encounter with true power had lingering side effects, one being that Reigen now had limited ability to see spirits. Weaker entities that normally would have gone undetected, even when they weren't trying to be invisible to the mortal eye were within his range of perception. Ultimately, it was relatively useless to him--it mainly just allowed him to see and hear Dimple, a spirit strong enough to manifest a semi-corporeal form and weak enough that his attempts at camouflage were ineffective around Reigen. 

Outside of that, most of the supernatural things Reigen actually encountered at work either didn't fall within the threshold of evil spirit or possessed power levels that complicated and interfered with his ability to see them. Not that it was any sort of disappointment to him; Reigen was good enough with his words and his own intuition that he could manage well enough on his own.

Gaining the ability to sense an esper's aura, though, was something else entirely. It was as if Reigen had learned a second language overnight. The psychic energy that hovered around espers like static around an old television, previously formless and incomprehensible, now made sense to him in a way that was only possible through having held that power himself. It wasn't something that became immediately obvious, as he figured the buzzing in the roots of his teeth and the ring in his ear like a wet finger stroking the rim of a wine glass was a result of the adrenaline from the fight still rattling his system rather than the presence of three espers. It only occurred to him that something was different when Mob came into work for the first time since the incident and the bones in his jaw started humming again in the tune to his student's aura, the subtle not-quite-there ringing white noise Reigen could feel more than hear adding to the strange ephemeral chorus lighting up his nerves. He knew what was causing it in the instinctive way that one can tell when they're being stared at, and from that point on, came to welcome it as a familiar constant.

He soon discovered that no two auras were alike, even between the Kageyama brothers. Where Mob's was like the slide of refined, stainless steel, whirring like discs and singing like a well-oiled machine, Ritsu's was the spangled shine of molten zinc over steel, broiling with a heat that rose up under the skin and left a metallic tang on the back of the tongue. The blonde kid, Hanazawa, had an aura like a thumb pressing too hard on an LCD screen, a blooming pulse of color behind closed eyelids and the squeeze of the air pressure around him changing with the level of his power. And there was Serizawa, who had an aura like the waves on the ocean, frothing and sloshing with an effortless strength that made it feel as though the floor had been flooded with the sea and the place where one stood was unsteady as a rubber raft, helplessly caught in the pull of the current.

Frankly, Reigen was out of his depth, and had been ever since Mob had first shuffled into his office looking unsure, lost, and looking for guidance. It was even more apparent now with this ability to feel psychic aura. But even if Reigen didn't know the first thing about being an esper, he did know a lot about being human. He could give Mob that much in the way of advice, and maybe that was enough.   

[lo2writes]

“Goodbye. For now.” - mob psycho 100 fic

ao3 link here!

Summary: Mob and Reigen walk back to the bus stop after one last exorcism.

Genre: Fluff, bittersweet

Word count: 1,134

Warnings: none

~~~~~

Mentor and student walk back towards the bus stop with slow, leisurely steps.

“Another job well done, wouldn’t you say Mob?” Though Reigen says it as more of a statement than a question, as if he doesn’t expect his student to reply. They’ve done this routine enough times before that he doesn’t really need an answer. There are plenty of times Mob has remained quiet for lack of better things to say.

Still, Mob replies anyway. “Yes, Shishou. I’m sure the client's sink won’t leak anymore.”

Reigen shoots him one of his notorious grins, showing gleaming white teeth and making his eyes crinkle with a faint hint of crow's feet at the corners. Then, his pace slightly quickens, walking a few steps in front of Mob so he can’t quite see his face. It’s quiet for a moment, with only the sound of birds chirping faintly as dusk descends on Spice City.

“Y’know, I’m always happy to have your support, Mob. Thanks for coming with me today.” His voice is softer, without the sharp sting of a businessman’s sales pitch that permeates his usual speech pattern.

Mob is puzzled. “But I always come with you to exorcisms.”

Reigen’s steps slow a bit for some reason, but quickly resume pace. “True, but that doesn’t make me any less grateful.”

“Ah, I see. You’re welcome, Reigen-shishou.”

That makes his master’s steps falter again. It’s not often that Mob calls him by name, even with the honorific. Mob wonders what prompted him to do so in the first place.

There is silence for a minute before Reigen interrupts it again. “So. You’re going to university tomorrow.”

“Yes,” Mob replies, but his voice comes out more quietly than he wanted, too quiet even for him.

“Are you excited?”

Mob ponders that for a moment. “I’m not sure. It’s… It will be different.”

“Hah. Well, it’ll give you the opportunity to have new experiences at least. Make sure you take advantage of that, Mob. I don’t want to see you getting bored when there’s so many things for you to do.”

“Yes, Shishou.”

There’s silence again, but it’s not an uncomfortable one. Mob appreciates the feeling of a slight breeze drifting alongside them, the sound of birds chirping, the bright oranges and deep purples of the setting sun, the sound of their feet padding against pavement. They walk toward the end of an era.

It’s not long before they reach the bus stop.

Reigen turns abruptly and offers his hand with a lopsided smile. Mob looks at it, then meets his piercing brown eyes, the same eyes that gave him so much comfort when he was scared of himself, too scared of what he could do to think clearly. They were the eyes that always let him know someone was looking out for him.

They’ve known each other for seven years, and this is the last time they’ll be together for a long while. Mob feels the heavy weight of nostalgia and reverence overcome him and, above all, he feels deep gratitude toward his mentor who has watched over him in his own obscure, strange way. So Mob takes his hand firmly, with more confidence than he ever would have otherwise if it weren’t for Reigen giving him that calm, reassuring smile.

The bus rolls up behind him, whining and screeching as it comes to a stop. He turns and recognizes the route advertised on the neon sign as his own, and he knows that it’s time for him to go. Reigen has to take a different route to get back to his apartment on the other side of the city.

“Well. I guess this is goodbye, Mob.” Reigen gives his hand a small squeeze.

“Yes, it is,” Mob observes. For anyone else, they would hear the same monotone he was known for. But for Reigen, Mob knew he picked up the slight stutter in his words, the hint of a solemn smile breaking apart the monotony of his ever-stoic face.

“Thank you. For everything, Reigen-shishou,” Mob says. There it is, Reigen’s name again. Perhaps he’s using it so much because he knows he won’t be able to for a long time.

Reigen’s grin widens, shows teeth, becomes so genuine that it almost hurts Mob to look at it. “Anytime, Mob,” is his reply. But then he tilts his head downward to break eye contact, his mouth pressing into a sad smile. When he looks up again, Reigen’s eyes are flooded with tears. “Kageyama Shigeo.”

He looks so, so proud.

Mob blinks and feels the gentle trickle of a tear falling down his cheek.

“Goodbye, Reigen Arataka. For now.” Without thinking, Mob reaches forward and embraces the man who told him, so many years ago, that he was a human being. That he was just as important as anyone else in the world. That he should accept himself for who he was.

After a millisecond of hesitation (or perhaps shock?), Reigen’s arms wrap around his shoulders with incredible surety in return, his breath hitching slightly as Mob squeezes around his ribs and lets his forehead fall into Reigen’s shoulder. Mob is a little taller than his master now, but Reigen will always seem like a giant to him. After all, Mob had stood on his shoulders and was able to see further. How lucky he was that this man was always there to catch him, guide him to safety, to carry the burden of his powers if just for a little while. Even now, his aura surrounds the two of them, but it’s a blanket rather than a vice. A gentle touch rather than a fierce grip. He hasn’t lost control of himself like he used to for a long, long while. Mob feels safe, and so, so incredibly loved.

The bus has been waiting for a minute too long. The driver must have taken a liking to the two strangers embracing at the first inbound stop of the Shio line. Mentor and student break apart, holding each other at arm’s length. Reigen squeezes a reassuring palm against his shoulder and smiles, bright and true. It tells him that everything will be alright.

Kageyama Shigeo steps back and boards the bus, taking a seat on the left side. He watches his master as the vehicle pulls away, toward his home, toward a new chapter of his life. Each raises a shaking hand in farewell, the same solemn smile softening Mob's face as his master becomes smaller and smaller through the window. He watches until Reigen's form becomes a speck in the distance, his hand still raised when the bus rounds the corner and he disappears completely from view.

Somehow, Mob knows this isn’t really goodbye. Rather, this is a reassurance. A promise.

They will see each other again.

[bibliophilea]

The Sound that Scared Him the Most

A part of the fluff bomb kicked off by @reitziluz. Inspired by @bisexualwinry‘s Fluff Bomb prompts.

Prompt: 100% and ???%

NOTE: This leans more towards angst than fluff.

ao3 | ffn

Ritsu had thought he'd known what sound scared him the most.

He'd heard it only once, the day he met the thing that wasn't Nii-san, a not-sound that emanated from it in waves. The waves of not-color that accompanied the not-sound were terrible - stealing the vibrant blue of the sky, and the golden glint of sunlight off the fence, and the splashes of red on the concrete that couldn't be blood because there was too much of it - replacing them all with oppressive greys and blinding whites and dark, terrible blacks. But the not-sound devoured noise from everything it touched, tore the harsh thud of impact and the explosion of rubble from the air as the thing threw the older boys and Ritsu away from it like pebbles in a hurricane, reached into Ritsu's throat and snatched the sound of his pained, terrified breaths and his cries for Nii-san away from him, replacing it all with a void that smothered Ritsu worse than the pain in his head, a void somehow centered about the thing that couldn't be Nii-san.

The not-sound had haunted Ritu's nightmares, waking him before his whimpers could reach Nii-san's ears, forcing him back to the day the thing that wasn't Nii-san took Nii-san's warm rainbow aura and turned it black, cold, a dangerous and terrible thing that had lashed out at the older boys and Ritsu alike without thought, without compassion, without mercy. The not-sound resided in the back of Ritsu's head, cautioning him to take heed of everything he did, everything he said, while in Nii-san's presence, pressing him to make sure Nii-san's needs were met lest he hear it again. The not-sound was all he could think of when he saw Black Vinegar Middle School tear itself to pieces and fling itself into the sky - for what else, save the thing that wasn't Nii-san, could possibly unleash such destructive power?

But despite all this, it was on a different day - the day the world shattered beneath his feet (again), the day Nii-san had to fight with everything he had to save the world from a man mad with power, the day Nii-san let down all the barriers holding back his emotions and his psychic powers - Ritsu knew he had been wrong. Nii-san's laughter - ecstatic, insane, but unmistakably Nii-san's - was far worse than any not-sound that emanated from the thing that wasn't Nii-san.

At least the not-sound didn't come from Nii-san.

That laugh - mad with unlimited power though it was - couldn't have been anyone else.

[ao3feed-esperboys]

Superheroes and Such

Superheroes and Such by Kas0114

Luster Lad also known as Teruki Hanazawa is the best superhero in Seasoning City. He doesn't need help, nor does he want any. However, when a mysterious hooded vigilante named Mob accidentally intrudes upon his territory and Teruki meets the eccentric crew of Superheroes and Such, he may need to start rethinking his policy of solitude.

Words: 6341, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Mp100 Fluff Bomb, Part 3 of Superheroes and Such

Fandoms: モブサイコ100 | Mob Psycho 100

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Hanazawa Teruki, Kageyama "Mob" Shigeo, Kageyama Ritsu, Suzuki Shou, Reigen Arataka, Serizawa Katsuya

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Secret Identity, Costumes, Canon-Typical Violence, References to One Punch Man, Manga Spoilers

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10752747

[shinji-kamuro]

i am writing for the fluff bomb! pls read if you like gay and rambles

[mobu100]

Hey guys. 

A few of us were thinking we could establish a TeruMob week since we have Ritshou and Serirei. It is likely to be next year April though. So you guys have enough time to think and prepare. 

I also set up an events blog dedicated to the pairing, including romantic and platonic (but no NSFW)  The idea is to have a TeruMob event on and off throughout the year. Like maybe a one day event to mark Valentine’s Day or a week dedicated for Christmas.

The rationale is because sometimes we can’t make it for a particular week or day so we can either choose to wait for next event or just do something small like a single drawing or a small 300 word fic.

Also it would help keep the tags fresh and at the same time flush it clean (part of the MP100 Fluff Bomb)

I would appreciate if we could reblog this so we can spread the word and start preparing for Christmas One day event this year and next year’s TERUMOB WEEK

[ladysunamireads]

Growing Up

Growing Up by SerendipitousLyss

“Master Reigen,” Shigeo says one day from his spot on the couch in Reigen's office, “I think I'd like to learn to play piano.”

Shigeo decides to branch out a little.

Words: 1778, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of MP100 Fluff Bomb One-Shots

Fandoms: モブサイコ100 | Mob Psycho 100

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kageyama "Mob" Shigeo, Hanazawa Teruki, Kageyama Siblings' Parents, Kageyama Ritsu, Reigen Arataka

Relationships: Hanazawa Teruki/Kageyama "Mob" Shigeo, Kageyama "Mob" Shigeo & Reigen Arataka, Kageyama Ritsu & Kageyama "Mob" Shigeo

Additional Tags: mob plays piano asmr, this is just me projecting my love of casually playing the piano onto mob, bc i feel like he would appreciate it

Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/18651973

[kasisnotofimport]

Superheroes and Such

Luster Lad also known as Teruki Hanazawa is the best superhero in Seasoning City. He doesn't need help, nor does he want any. However, when a mysterious hooded vigilante named Mob accidentally intrudes upon his territory and Teruki meets the eccentric crew of Superheroes and Such, he may need to start rethinking his policy of solitude.

For Reitziluz’s fluff bomb back in April, based on a prompt by Bisexualwinry: #12 Disguise. What it sounds like, a Teruki-centric superhero AU for all your Mp100 Superhero AU needs. I’m gonna expand on this, but not for a while.

Complete!

Rating: Teen and Up

Pairings: None

Trigger Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Description of Strangulation, Non-Graphic Description of Blood and Injury

Read Here!

[serenlyss]

Aura

Rating: G Pairings: Just generic friendship stuff, I guess some Ritshou if you squint but it’s not explicitly romantic Summary: Ritsu contemplates the nature of aura. Crossposted to AO3: Aura

So the AO3 MP100 tag has been pretty uuhh gross lately with the incest/pedo stuff so prevalent so @bisexualwinry made some fluff prompts for people to write and put some positivity in the tag! I'll be doing at least a few of them and I'll put them all under one series so you can read them all if you want. Today's prompt is "Aura". It's the first on the list but I'll be picking and choosing as inspiration strikes anyway. I'll leave a link to the prompt list here as well if you want to look at it! Anyway I hope you like this, it was nice to write something that was more stream of consciousness style.

MP100 Fluff Bomb Prompts

Ritsu considered his aura to be an extension of himself, as he was certain any other natural esper would agree. It was a part of him, and always had been, laying dormant beneath the surface of his skin until the moment it could finally be released. Now it was constantly there, humming in his muscles in a way he only noticed if he was looking for it. Over time, he’d started to notice the ways that his friends’ auras were different than his, each one unique. He noticed how they reflected the personality of their host and moved in ways that were starkly similar to that person’s own personality and mannerisms.

His aura was blue, he noticed, fading to bright magenta hues and, occasionally, showing a splash of teal in its ever-changing pattern. It never stood still, constantly fidgeting, tiny needles poking out from its otherwise smooth surface. His lack of experience created room for practice to smooth over the jerkiness of its movements and the bumpiness of its surface, something he strove for with ever menial task he turned to his telekinesis for. When he willed his aura to spill outward, to reach out for an object or person on whom he wished to use his power, it moved quickly and with precision, a reflexion of his own stubbornly single-minded nature. If he failed to concentrate fully, his aura would sometimes bubble and lose its shape before Ritsu hurried to reign it back in again. He’d spoken about it to his brother, who had confirmed that better control would come with practice and dedication.

Like him, Shigeo’s aura consisted of cool, gentle colors, blues and greens fading to saturated purples as it radiated off him. It rolled off him in waves, smooth and so very gentle, its touch soft and diminutive. Shigeo had always been careful with his powers, after all, and had gained a careful and intimate understanding of them over years of coexisting. When he used them, his aura moved like water, stretching and expanding to fit the space it needed, his movements concise and always exactly as he imagined them. Of course, they couldn’t always be perfectly tamed. In times when his emotions were high, his aura would build and expand from its usual space, jerking and shooting out in sharp needles as he fought to keep them safely contained. In times like these it appeared to those around him that such a large amount of power couldn’t possibly be contained in his tiny body. It would spill out of his body like a too-full bathtub, crossing some invisible threshold and bleeding out around him until he could calm down enough to suck it back within him. But he always calmed down, eventually, and he always apologized afterward, no matter how little anyone actually blamed him for it.

Teruki’s aura came across much brighter and louder, saturated yellows and oranges and greens spiking up all around his body much like his hair did. As a stark contrast to Shigeo’s carefully-contained aura, Teruki’s swirled around him almost constantly whenever he called on it, with a restless energy and bite to it that spoke of his underlying stubbornness. It coiled around him at his bidding, changing its shape at its owner’s whim and moving with a fluidity and flexibility that was reflected in its usefulness and variability. The multi-purpose nature of his aura combined with his incredibly quick mind and adaptability lent itself to his ability to pick up the subtle tricks and techniques of his beaten opponent, making those tricks his own and throwing them right back almost immediately. It was mesmerizing to watch how quickly and fluidly it would change, taking a dozen different forms within only a few minutes.

Claw’s artificial espers were different. To Ritsu, they were in a category of their own, their power all deriving from a single unending source, spread just a bit thinner over their ranks. They had all emanated that sickly red glow, dark and foreboding, each one a carbon copy of the next. The power was borrowed, and it was clear in the way their hosts would whip them back and forth with no real purpose. The power bent to their will, of course, but it wasn’t the same as if the power had really been truly theirs. There was a gravity to it, a tiny thread that inevitably connected them all back to the ocean of energy from which they came. That tie could never be broken, as much as the false espers might want to claim the power for their own.

Then, there was Shou.

Shou’s aura was very different from any other esper Ritsu had ever met, including the artificial espers of Claw. Bright red and orange and sizzling with carefully-contained energy, it clung to him like a wild animal, sinking its claws into anyone who dared get too close. It was fast and unpredictable, except to the person wielding it, and it crackled with something akin to electricity even as it laid dormant. Despite its wild tendencies, though, it bent to Shou’s pushes and prods immediately when he commanded it, well-trained and receptive to his commands. It was almost hypnotizing, watching the way his aura would flip this way and that, picking up items and discarding them with a flick of the wrist, always effortlessly under control. Ritsu could only imagine what it must have been like at the beginning, to be privy to a power that moved with such ferocity and vigor. He’d found Shou’s powers to be very intimidating at first, even after they’d become friends, but despite the way his aura moved it was always gentle and soft when it touched him. Now, the way Shou’s aura would reach out to him when they were close, would swirl around him protectively when he was in danger, was reassuring, reminding Ritsu that there was someone nearby he could rely on. He was lucky to have a friend like that.

Everyone’s aura was different, and each one of them fit its respective host perfectly and completely, whether it was Shigeo’s calm and comforting presence or Teru’s boisterous and energetic one. In any other person, those powers would cease to be compatible, like two personalities that didn’t mesh and constantly fought each other. The world was full of people, each one with a personality as unique as their own fingerprint, impossible to replicate and filled with discovers ripe for the making.

Yeah, Ritsu thought, laying on his back on his bed and staring up at the ceiling above him, the world really is full of so many kinds of people, isn’t it?

[mp100ficrec]

Hands by SparkyFrootloops

Fic can be read HERE.

Fluff, MP100 Fluff Bomb, Developing Relationship. Completed. Rated: G. Word Count: 958

Pairings: Kageyama Ritsu/Suzuki Shou

Trigger Warnings: None

“Ritsu notices that Shou tends to avoid touch, that's ok though. He's happy with the way their relationship is now.

or

Shou avoids touch, until one day, he doesn't”

[mustdang-100]

My contribution to the mp100 fluff bomb!

Summary:

Reigen Arataka saw the heavy glass paperweight flying straight for his face, and in that instant, knew he wouldn't be able to duck in time.  

And the day had been going so well.

Reigen Arataka is usually very good at getting himself out of trouble. But when he finds himself in a tricky situation, having such a dedicated new employee comes in handy.