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SUMMARY: Pete vents his spleen on his personal pirate radio. Billy proves his boy genius mettle with some after-school tutoring, but ends up getting schooled... in matters of the heart?

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Trigger warnings: Comparable to parent series— swearing, slurs, implied xenophobia/racism, cruelty-disguised-as-affection and affection-disguised-as-cruelty

Pete eyeballed the stack of tapes on the kitchen counter before turning back to the dumpster-salvaged IBM clone he was defragging.

"Jeeze, more videos, pal? Can we take a break from movies and, I dunno, do some science?"

"Chut chut chut chut-chut-chut," defragged the PC in agreement.

"Like I actually believe you want to work," Billy scoffed, unplugging the Sega Genesis and hooking up the VHS player.

"All of a sudden you're, like, Mr. Big Cinephile," White rolled his eyes, "I don't have time to watch all this stuff, fella."

"So, don't. I'll watch them alone," Billy dismissed, throwing himself onto the couch and feeling under the cushions for the remote.

He defragged a full 5MB before Pete finally put it together, "This is so you can see that girl who works in the video store? Aw, man. You pathetic loser."

"What? What makes that pathetic?" Billy shouted angrily over the MGM fanfare blaring out of the TV, "We're friends!"

Pete shook his head, "As if."

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"Street of Crocodiles, The Third Man, and The Apple . That's quite a varied buffet you got there, Simply Red," the Riot Clrrrk remarked as she scanned each barcode into the register

"What complements a luxurious meal of caviar and filet mignon—" Billy explained, gesturing to the Quay Brothers and Carol Reed, "More than a dessert of rat shit and cocaine à la mode," and held up the VHS of The Apple like it was toxic waste.

Alison smirked hard and bit her lip. Was it a laugh? Maybe that's how she laughed – just too cool to laugh audibly.

Billy explained, "When we do a double feature, I let my roommate narrow it down from Class, Sass or Ass."

"Wow," Alison said sarcastically, looking over her Buddy Holly glasses, "You cool, cool guys sure have a jam-packed social life."

"Mock if you must, it only draws attention to your jealousy for not being on our exclusive guest list," Billy said archly, pushing his already upturned nose higher with his fingertip.

"You and that ersatz Winter brother don't party too hard this weekend. I don't want to read any obituaries on Monday."

"We will have died how we lived. Half asleep on our couch watching Cannon Films dystopian disco musicals."

She pushed his tapes to the edge of the desk so he could grab them easier.

"Have a good weekend, NYPD Blue."

Billy paused mid-stride on his way out the door.

"Why NYPD Blue?" Billy was stumped, "Sipowicz doesn't have red hair,"

"No, not Dennis Franz. The other one," Alison shook her fingers, searching for the name, "You know who I mean. His partner."

"David Caruso? He left after one season."

She shrugged, "I'm not really a regular watcher."

"Well, you should be. NYPD Blue's a great fucking show."

"Ugh, Get out of my store, Anne of Green Gables,"

Billy cheerfully waved, "G'night Alischon."

Billy conceded may have been overdoing it. He may have been going into Video Madness too often and renting too many videos. He may have been coming off a little puppy-like. He just had never had someone before he could just come by to shoot the shit with so casually. Someone who was generally happy to see him and remembered what he liked enough to recommend moves he "absolutely had to see."

Even though she posed cooler-than-thou and spoke in a bored monotone, she was matching his enthusiasm in her own way. It wasn't one-sided. She even once ran out of her store to find him out on the strip mall's one bench, waiting for Pete to pick him up after work as usual, because she was so excited about Video Madness' new arrival.

"Oh my God! Look what we just got in!" she waved the cassette an inch from his face.

"Skidoo?! I didn't think that was ever made on VHS," Billy admired, and then automatically quizboyed, "Groucho Marx's last movie. He dropped acid with Paul Krassner to prepare for the role."

"I set it aside for you," her eyes sparkled in delight, "It. Is. Horrible!"

Her passion, although bizarre, was infectious. He felt like she had permitted him to be a member of their secret two-person club— the only intellectuals sophisticated enough to appreciate the worst pop-cultural garbage that the squares overlooked. (And, as Groucho said, no one would want to be a member of a club that would have them as a member...or something)?

At home, White voiced the counter-argument.

"What really sets me off? She's a tourist," Pete circled the kitchenette as he gathered his thoughts, punching the air with his half-eaten sloppy joe in one hand for emphasis.

"'Cause everybody hates a tourist," sang Billy under his breath, "Especially one who thinks it's all such a laugh…" Billy gave him a side-eyed glance from the breakfast table and then put the watchmaker's loupe back in his eye.

Pete swung around, thrusting his sloppy joe accusingly, "A freak tourist!"

"Don't use that word," Billy scowled, guiding his scalpel through the wall of the left ventricle of the heart on the pie plate in front of him, "And you're getting Manwich juice all over the floor."

"No, pally, that's not me saying that. That's what it is to her. You're, like, her own personal sideshow. She comes around to gawk. See Jo-Jo The Pug-faced Boy! Shock! Alive!"

"You're full of baloney," Billy peeled back a membrane with tweezers, "Alischon has never treated me as anything other than a friend."

"To your smooshed up face maybe," White explained, "Behind your back, she gets sick thrills over how weeeihhhd you are. 'Ew, look at his big head. Gross! His ears are on sideways!' Etc."

"I'm not listening to you," Billy looked from the textbook diagram to the organ on his dissection tray.

"Bored suburban teenagers are boring," Pete stated authoritatively, " So, she decides she's going to go all Ally Sheedy in The Breakfast Club. Why have a personality when you can be 'so out there.'" White air-quoted with disgust.

Billy just let him rant. White sometimes went on a tear and it was best to let him peter himself out. (Peter. Heh.)

"So she dyes her hair rainbow colors. Wears ugly clothes and homemade jewelry. Claims only like annoying music and stupid TV shows. Stop me if I'm getting close, pally."

Billy flinched. White wasn't exactly wrong, in a nutshell.

"...And she needs to prove her freaky bona fides by having a weeeeiiiihhhhhd boyfriend."

Billy exploded angrily, pounding his fist on the table, "I'm not her boyfriend. Friend! We're friends."

White ignored him, affecting a 'girl voice,' "Oh, she's so avant-garde she's fucking that albino kid from our literature seminar. Wow, such out-there taste makes her so cool and different and whatevah."

Billy collected himself, "Now you're projecting."

"And you're supposed to be so grateful that this normal is lowering herself to be seen with you twisted genetic monster. And she gets off on your worship. It's all a big ego boost."

Pete shouted right in Billy's face, "Don't you get it? You're an accessory to a lifestyle. You're not a person, you're a handbag."

Billy sputtered, "I'm not a handbag!"

The commotion shook the table enough to knock the dissection subject over into a mushy pile with a squish-thud. Pete finally noticed what Billy was working on.

"What the hell is that?!"

"A sheep's heart. I bought them from the butcher at the supermarket to practice."

"To practice... open sheep surgery?"

Billy blinked. "Unless you have a ready supply of human corpses, this is the best I can do."

Pete thought a minute, then realized something. He started to speak, "Actually—"

Billy cut him off," No. No. I'm sure you could find a dead body, but I don't want to even know who you know. I strike the question from the record."

Pete tossed the remains of his sandwich in the trash and opened the fridge

Bill called out preemptively, "Don't open that Tupperware in the fridge. It's full of cow's eyes."

"Aw, you're making my favorite dinner for our anniversary!" Pete cooed mockingly.

Billy tapped his anatomy textbook, "I'm doing ophthalmology in the next chapter."

Pete bypassed the stay-fresh box of bovine eyeballs and grabbed a Fresca, "I'm going to the studio."

"You mean the shed?" Billy taunted.

"The broadcast studio, you dink."

"When you ordered it from Sears was it in the 'broadcast studio' section or the 'garden shed' section?"

Pete grumbled.

Billy dropped it, "Whatever. Go play with your HAM radio. "

"Goddamn it, Billy. It's not HAM radio, it's pirate radio. HAM radio is for weird lonely dorks."

Billy stared. "I'm not touching that set-up. Too easy."

Pete scowled at him and snapped the cordless phone from its cradle, "Stay off the modem for the next hour. I'm taking calls."

He harrumphed out the front door, attempting to slam the screen door, which only weakly squeaked shut behind him.

"Calls from who?" Billy asked the empty room*.

II. CIRCUIT BREAKER BREAKER

As much as they argued, it never ended with a huge blowout. The trailer lacked doors good for slamming required for an angry flounce. It also didn't have enough isolated spaces for solitary brooding afterward – just one long room. There was the bathroom, but occupying that any longer than necessary was both gross and cruel to the other party. Pete could climb on the roof to "get away" but he had already ripped one hole in the ceiling by doing just that. Driving around on the Conjecture Scooter to cool off was out with the price of gas as high as it was. Wandering in the desert was far too Biblical and carried too big a risk of getting lost – one sagebrush shrub looked a lot like another – with the sun coming up.

Buying a shed was an imperfect solution but was within their shoestring budget— a little prefab corrugated aluminum tool storage building so small he had to duck fit into it. It was originally just a sulking shed, but as he moved in more of his recording and broadcasting junk and then his full record and CD collection, it gradually transitioned itself into a broadcast studio without him trying. Building the aerial was a weekend project and with that up, he was in business, pirating frequencies within a 20 km radius to blast his European Only-release Duran Duran B-sides plus the latest in DIY bedroom label lo-fi off into the ether.

Was anyone listening? No idea. He gave the fax number and the PO Box on the air every show but never heard anything back.

"Okay, down to business," White cracked his knuckles over the transmitter, "Got my Wild Cherry Fresca and I got my Black Jack gum," he popped a stick in his mouth and then spit it out immediately, "Oh god, that's horrible! Why do I keep buying this?"

Every night at 10, he sent out his signal.

His college radio show was "The White Room." In his brief and inconsistent commercial radio career, he tested tryout shows under titles "The White Void," "White Noise," "Pale Shelter," and "Unto Whited Sepulchres" (during his embarrassing goth/Christian phase), none of which found an audience and were canceled immediately. The whole world was his audience now so he referred to the show as "White Nation." (It never occurred to him what that phrase actually implied; it sounded cool to him and that was as much thought as he gave it.)

"You're listening to the Evah Populah Pete White on White Nation, commandeering the airwaves from the powers that be. A lone voice in the wilderness, screaming."

He usually just plunged into his playlist, only coming on to name tracks once every 5-10 plays, but he needed to vent to somebody. The open airwaves were his best option.

He pulled the mic arm over to his mouth, set a bed track (Yellow Magic Orchestra, Firecracker) and growled "We are under attack, y'know. Don't get complacent that you got a good thing going. The outside is always trying to break in, ruin what you've got. INVADING your space."

Yeah, it was little melodramatic, but what's wrong with a little showmanship? He vamped while trying to pull the next LP out of a sleeve.

"Your happiness is under constant assault! These OUTSIDERS want to take away what's yours and even your closest friends will call you a LIAR for telling them the TRUTH that they can't see."

Damn, the record was really stuck in there. He didn't want to rip the cover.

".... these...seductive women...with their...colored hair and their...um...pigment. Turning your closest family against you. Somebody oughta do something…"

Got it. Must have caught on some old glue seepage inside the sleeve. He slid the platter out and onto the turntable. "Coming up— Talk Talk, Alphaville, Gary Numan. Now here's Blancmange's 1983 track Living on the Ceiling. He gingerly placed the needle on the spinning disc and faded the input from mic to LP-1, letting out a breath. He felt a little better.

In between Tears for Fears and Spandau Ballet, the power suddenly cut out, plunging the shed into darkness. He could hear Billy shout from back in the trailer. They were putting a lot of demands on one home-made generator. Being a self-taught engineer with little interest in "best practices" or "basic electrical safety," Pete expected his equipment to short out regularly.

"Turn it off and turn it back on again" always worked in computing...why not here?, he thought as he flicked a power strip (with 27 different fraying extension cords plugged into it) on/off button with his toe. Everything back up, no problem. It even activated a rainbow flashing party light, an executive desk toy of a tsunami in a box, and a rock tumbler he hadn't even realized were plugged in, mixed in with the piles of old junk. He could just barely make out a tiny crackling voice through static coming from somewhere in the shed.

"... fzzzt….Breaker Breaker…crrrckkkkkk."

He looked through the shelf for the source, then under piles of boxes and shifted over a stack of CDs and a bin of hex-nuts, digging to find a dust-crusted CB Radio he got for Christmas 1976. How the hell did he still have that? How the hell was it still working? Why the hell did he have it plugged in?

The CB scanned the local airwaves picking up on truckers too traditional or too cheap to upgrade to car-phone, picking up casual conversation and speed trap alerts from anyone in range. He picked out three or four different voices and CB handles.

"Get your ears on, Dinner Plate – White's broadcasting again. 97.88 AM" "I can't stomach that haircut music. I'm 10-10 on the side. Over." "Negatory, good buddy. That boy's spitting some truth. Dial in." "He's taking back the airwaves from the man, Soap Suds. 10-4."

Hey, someone was listening.

"Oh, you're listening to the Evah Populah Pete White, reclaiming the airwaves from our corporate overlords. If you're listening...if anyone is listening, you can call our studio at ___," Pete gave the number for the fax line. He usually did as a matter of routine but never got a call before.

The cordless phone suddenly rang. It startled him. Pete reached for the phone and flipped some switches to couple the line with the transmitter.

"Uh, hello?"

"Is this the Ever Pop'lar Pete White," a gruff voice with a heavy Texas accent asked.

"You've got White and you're on the air. What can I do for you, caller?"

"Oh man, that's awesome," the voice drawled, " I'm restin' at a truck stop just outside Pueblo. I drive the Juarez to Saskatoon run and I always scan my radio for your signal when I'm passing through Colorado on I-25. Tell all my friends to listen, too."

"You play them songs that remind me of high school. Y'know just 'cause I'm a trucker doesn't mean I can't like the New Wave. Driving a big rig don't mean I'm required to like country music or...or…or...CW McCall. I hate that shee-it. That is a rank ster-eo-type. Oh, sorry. Can I cuss on the air?"

"Do whatever you want, pally. This is PIRATE AIR. No rules."

"Damn straight. Anyway, truckers can like electro pop."

"Right on."

"Duran Duran really takes me back. Some of the other stuff you play, well...it's kinda faggoty."

Pete winced. Things were going so well up to this point.

"But it's really the stuff you were saying, about invaders and protecting what's ours? It just speaks to me, man. I feel the same damn way. I wanna send y'all some tokens of my appreciation."

"Stay on the line, caller and we'll take it off air. For the rest of the White Nation out there listening, here comes Orchestral Manoeuvers in the Dark."

He dropped the needle on the 45, faded in the record and switched the caller to a private phone call.

"Still there, caller?"

"Yeah, but I gotta get back on the road. Lemme get that PO Box you said on the air. I wanna send y'all stuff you might find purty interesting."

III. HAVING FUN ISN'T HARD WHEN YOU'VE GOT A LIBRARY CARD

"Alischon!" Billy said, so startled he toppled a stack of returns he was scanning into the computer as soon as he spotted her approaching the checkout desk of the North Mesa Junction Branch Library.

"I finally learned how t' read so I thought I'd celebrate by getting me a library card," Alison belted far too loudly in her best hillbilly-moron voice.

"I'll take care of this patron, Mrs. Schebeliusch," Billy cut off one of the senior librarians circling behind him.

"The tables have turned. A real reversal of fortune we got going on, Cherry 2000 " Alison pointed out, looking up at him for the first time as he lorded over the checkout desk while standing on a kik-step stool.

"Now you're in my world and the advantage is mine," Billy pronounced nefariously but at library-appropriate volume, robbing it of impact, "Eh, I'm not great at supervillain patter."

"Too much of a hero, right?"

"I'd like to be a good guy but I'm more of a neutral guy. I don't do enough to be good or evil."

"Making some brownies later?" Alison nudged Billy's oven mitt.

"My hand sets off the bar-code reader," Billy explained, waving his mitt at the infrared checkout desk wand, "I have to insulate it or the computer thinks someone's checking out 10,000 copies of The Bridges of Madison County.

He hopped off his stool and momentarily disappeared behind the desk to retrieve "new library card" paperwork. He walked Alison over to a side table and set out the forms for her to sign as he stuck a barcode sticker onto a card-blank.

"I hate working at the front desk. I'm usually in the back." he explained as she filled out her contact info, "I sort the returns and inter-library loans."

"And the bandage?" Alison tapped a square of gauze taped over Billy's right eye with her pen.

"When I applied for this job I thought it seemed less depressing to make it look like something that could get better. I told the head librarian it was a T-ball injury."

"More hopeful," Alison nodded with appreciation.

"But I've been working here for four years and no one's questioned why it's still wrapped up. Maybe they think I'm accident prone in a very specific way and keep re-injuring it."

"Had your cornea bisected by a spat watermelon seed's errant trajectory?" suggested Alison.

"Exactly. Or targeted by a random rogue owl attack. Every day it's something else," Billy agreed to the strategy, "But people only ask about it if I'm at the check out desk, that's why I prefer to stay in the back."

"You're probably not much help at reshelving books, huh?" she stated the obvious, "Or do you only do the children's section."

"Goddammit," Billy scowled, "Why does everyone just pick on me constantly."

"Because you look hilarious when you're furious?"

Billy scowled even more. Alison lit up. "See?"

Billy released a breath and shook his head. It was just his lot in life.

Pete's arguments cycled in his brain, Billy hated himself for even asking, "You're not friends with me just to make fun of me, are you?"

"No, I'm friends with you because you're so goddamned sexy," Alison said completely deadpan with a blank expression.

"More jokes," Billy looked crestfallen. White might have had a point.

"Hilarious when angry. Adorable when hurt," Alison repeated while gesturing into the air like it was an advertising slogan.

Billy was still mad, but couldn't fight breaking into a big stupid grin.

"And you're cute when you smile, too. You look like a Boston Terrier."

Billy's ears blushed pink. She stuck out her tongue and flipped him the bird.

"Now, point me to the smut section, I'm gonna check me out ALL them Harlequin Romances. Woof!"

IV. EDUCATING ALISON

A week later at Video Madness, something seemed off.

Just going through the motions, Alison took Billy’s tapes (M, Malice and They Live!), scanned their barcodes and passed them back without eye contact

“No insulting nickname today?” Billy mocked, “No ‘Conan O’Brien?’ No ‘Judas Iscariot?’”

“Like from the Bible? Judas had red hair?” Alison asked vacantly.

“In some other cultural traditions,” Billy shrugged, “Shakespeare says he did. Medieval Jewish stereotypes are always red-haired and— are you OK?”

Alison had a thousand yard stare. “Oh, sorry I just…” Alison seemed to deflate, “I found out I might not graduate. I’m failing too many classes and I’m gonna get held back.”

“What classes?”

“Chemistry. Trig-B. AP US History,” Alison listed.

“Why are you taking an AP if you’re such a dumbass?”

Alison shrugged.

“I can tutor you,” Billy declared.

“As if. You’re just a little kid!”

“I’m a ‘little kid ’ with a high school diploma offering to help you get yours,” Billy snapped.

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Back in the stockroom, Alison perched on a shelf next to a pile of returned tapes while Billy skimmed her Chem test papers, wincing at the grades – 75%. 59%. 11%!

“Eleven percent? How did you get 11%? You get ten points automatically just for spelling your own name right.”

“I dunno,” Alison muttered, pushing another returned tape into the VHS rewinder.

“Are you failing because you don’t understand the material or you just don’t care?”

“I don’t really study.”

“Obviously,” Billy rolled his eye, “But can you cram enough to pass a make-up test or do you need to learn the material first.”

“I don’t know,” Alison said, embarrassed. She didn’t like this power dynamic at all. She was the one who made him uncomfortable, not the other way ‘round. Billy was hit suddenly by how young she looked, like a naughty kid told to sit in the corner.

“It’s been like ten years since I took high school Chemistry. Hand me your textbook,” Billy reached out behind him.

Alison fished it out her backpack and placed it in Billy’s metal hand. In one sweeping gesture, Billy pulled it forward and flopped it open one-handed. He traced his finger down the lines of text speed-reading, flipping the page every few seconds while his other hand mechanically filled a piece of paper with notes in precise tiny handwriting. He finished the book in a minute and a half.

He did the same with the Trigonometry and US History tests and textbooks. Each process took about five minutes from beginning to end: reading the test questions, skimming the text and breaking down the material into an outline with appropriate sections flagged and noted.

“Jeeze,” Alison sighed, “I guess you really are a boy genius.”

“This is nothing. You should have seen me when I still had both eyes,” Billy boasted, “I could summarize and write breakdowns on two books at the same time.”

“Um… why do you have only one eye?” Alison asked tenuously. He brought it up first so it didn’t seem completely rude to ask.

“A Mexican rottweiler ate it because I shouted trivia at him,” Billy said dismissively, going over his notes.

Alison was too confused to even ask if that was a joke.

“I can make 100 test prep lists with my eye closed, but if you don’t actually study you’re still going to fail. Are you actually going to make an effort?”

“Oh god, yes,” Alison assured him, “If it means I get to the hell out of school by June, I’d walk through a river of liquid shit naked.”

Billy tried not to dwell on the visual, “No one’s asking you to do that,” Billy said haltingly, “Just… study, please.”

Alison crossed her heart with her fingers and held up three fingers in a mangled scout’s salute.

“When are your make-up tests?” Billy asked. Alison showed him her schedule. Billy made an outline for what sections to re-read and what to memorize for each test. They made plans to meet during her lunch break next week to do a review and take a practice test.

“Or you could just take my tests for me,” Alison suggested.

“I don’t have the right color wig to pass as you,” Billy said, “Or tall enough platform shoes.”

“Why do you bother even helping me when I’m nothing but mean to you?”

“We’re friends, right?" Billy said, closing the textbook and meeting her eyes, "I know you don’t mean anything by those names anyway.”

“Yeah, it’s just teasing,” Alison admitted without actually apologizing, “I’m only a massive jerk to people I really like.”

Billy's heart lurched.

V. PETE DROPS SCIENCE

“Alischon’s taking me to a show as a thank you for helping her pass her make-up tests,” Billy panicked, “What do I do?”

Pete grumbled, not looking up from the paperback of None Dare Call It Conspiracy that had come in the mail the day before.

“Please, White,” Billy pleaded, “Help me.”

Pete still had reservations about this girl jerking his best friend around, but Billy never asked him for help. It was so rare Pete knew more about anything and got to play older brother and explain how life works.

“You’ve never been to see a band?" Pete asked in disbelief, "Not ever?"

Billy shook his head. No.

Pete cracked his knuckles. By the time he was Billy’s age he’d been to about 8,000 rock shows. He went to even more when he worked at a radio station and was “on the list” to “scout bands.” Free tickets, drinking all night on the company account and makin’ it with sweaty girl bassists sticky with Aqua-Net on top of filthy bar bathroom sinks. Funny how unlimited access to cocaine and the man who could get them played on the radio made him irresistible to women. He never had it so good since.

He got lost in the memory until he noticed Billy looking up at him making puppy-dog-eyes, begging White to save him from doing something lame in front of a girl.

“Number one, never wear the band’s shirt to their concert.”

“Band shirts don’t fit me. They only come in XL. It’d be like wearing a dress.”

“And don’t buy a shirt from the merch stand and then put it on at the concert, especially not over a collared shirt. Absolute massive douche move.”

“These are all local bands so I don’t think any of them even have t-shirts. Any non-shirt related advice?”

“Ok, take these,” he pressed a small plastic snap-top container into his hand.

“What is this? Is it condoms? Are you giving me condoms?”

“Slow your roll, Casanova. It’s earplugs. Brand new pack.” Billy popped the gumball-sized case; six little silicone T-shaped blobs inside stared back at him.

“Find a spot towards the front but not closer than three people in, OK? Not in the direct path of any amps or speakers. Make sure you can see the exit, too.”

Billy wrote his advice down on a square of graph paper. Still a quizboy. What a dweeb. Totally uncool. White rolled his eyes, but kept going.

“Offer her the earplugs first. It shows you’re thinking of her and you’re a gentleman . Then put yours in as the band first comes out. Just pinch and push them in with the big end facing out.”

Billy knew nothing should go in your ear that was smaller than your elbow but he also picked his nose with a metal finger until it bled so silicone earplugs seemed fine.

“They’re one-size fits all, but they’re designed for human ears. They oughta work in those stuck-on-sideways radar dishes on your head.”

Billy was too nervous to start a fight over baseline insults.

“If a mosh pit forms, move back but don’t surrender too much territory. Or, hell, jump in. Work off some of that anxiety. Just don’t clock anyone with the metal hand – lawsuit. Head butts are enough. You’d be really good at those.”

Billy nodded and walked off. White called after him, “And don’t attempt to crowd surf— they will drop you.”

to be continued...

*Billy is a huge nerd but even he doesn't throw around "whom" rhetorically even if it is grammatically correct.

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I didn’t even remember Ally Sheedy’s character was named “Allison” in The Breakfast Club (1985) until rewatching this clip. I just think of her as “Ally Sheedy in Breakfast Club."

Pete’s Radio Show Names

White Noise

Pale Shelter

Unto Whited Sepulchres (via Matthew 23:27)

"Got my Wild Cherry [Diet Pepsi] and I got my Black Jack gum” - Pump Up The Volume (1990)

HAVING FUN ISN'T HARD WHEN YOU'VE GOT A LIBRARY CARD this "music video" was aired constantly on PBS. Almost unavoidable. It bores into your brain.

Torn between what line want to hear Billy say more: "Sass, Class or Ass" or "Det. Sipowicz"

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wattpadscapcons · 2 years

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I'm going to try one of the Fluff Prompts, the 7th: “my mother adores you”, with Sora!Yuki (In the sense that it's the Reader who says it, bc Yuki's mom's dead)

Oh jeez.... This will be difficult, but I'm willing to do it. Thank you for clarifying who you wanted to say the line.

Fluff Prompt #7 with Sora!Yuki ("My mother adores you.")

"Y/N, are you sure about this?"

"Of course, and don't worry about the whole "switching bodies" thing. I've already explained to her what happened."

"I'm not sure if I should be embarrassed about that or not."

"You shouldn't be. I mean with the truth of Izuru Kamakura coming out to the public, it just makes things like this more understandable."

"Didn't Kamakura just overwrite the personality of his host?"

"Yeah, and thankfully Hinata was able to take back control at the end of Junko's reign."

Yuki was rather skittish about meeting your mother while being in Sora's body. Not that he should be, your mother has already seen what the corporations and schools were capable of at this point. She seemed to be very understanding of Yuki's situation. You did mention a lot of the topics she should avoid while he was in the room while you were at it. No need bringing up bad memories for him.

He seemed to calm down a little bit by the time you were able to get him in the car to go see her thankfully. You simply just kept assuring him that she'd like him. Getting him to listen was hard but he believes you, besides, he has luck on his side anyways. Not that he'd actually need it for today.

You kept him distracted for most of the car ride too, just to help him with his anxiety. You noticed he did something different with his hair, apparently it had got too long for him. You asked him about Syobai and Iroha. He hadn't seen them in a while, but told you he could find them rather easily if you actually wanted to see them. You talked about literally anything that came to mind up to the point when you were pulling into your mother's driveway.

"Ok...You ready?"

"Yeah."

You beat him to the door and rang the doorbell. He didn't think you'd be so enthusiastic about this. By the time he made it over, your mom was opening the door to let you in.

"Hi mom!"

"Welcome home dear."

"Hello Ms. L/N."

She offered him a warm smile in return to his nervous composure.

"Ah, you must be Yuki, come in. I was wondering when the two of you would show up."

"Are we late?"

"You're actually early. I fear I may have not had enough time to prepare for this visit."

"That's ok, I'm sure Yuki could help you in the kitchen."

"Ah! Don't just volunteer me Y/N..."

"Y/N, stop teasing him."

"Fine fine. We weren't exactly expecting you to make us lunch anyways so you don't have to slave over the stove for us."

"Hon, you know I always prepare things for guests."

"I used to live here. How does that make me a guest?"

"Y/N...I think you just gave her the reason...."

"Well I know why you're a guest at least."

"Y/N dear, if you're so eager to say you're not a guest, why don't you cook this time?"

"Is this just your tactic to get me out of the room to talk to Yuki alone? You could have just asked for me to leave."

"While that may be a benefit, you would be doing me a favor."

"You have any chuck roast in the freezer?"

"I believe so."

"Then I'm making stew."

Yuki almost followed you into the kitchen. He's so used to just following your lead by now that it almost seems unnatural for him to stay behind. He didn't exactly know what to do, so he simply joined your mother on the couch. He was blankly staring at the tv for a few minutes before your mother spoke up.

"I know I'm not supposed to talk about it, but I would like to offer my condolences for your mother."

"...It's alright. I've learn to accept it.... Y/N's helped me with overcoming that among other things."

"I'm also sorry for your friend. I know that it's.... difficult given the situation it's left you in."

"...Yeah... I know. I can tell you that it doesn't get any easier seeing someone else in the mirror everyday."

"I couldn't even imagine..."

You seemed to catch your mother and Yuki in an emotional moment when you came to announce that it was ready. Him broke down crying into your mother's shoulder.

"Yuki...?"

You were quick to come to his aid. Allowing him to cling to you instead while just trying to get him to calm down.

"Hey...it's ok....What happened? He was fine just an hour ago."

"I know I said I wouldn't bring up the past but I couldn't help it."

"Mom. I told you not to bring it up for a reason."

"I'm sorry dear."

"Can you set the table for us? I'm going to try to calm him down."

"Alright."

You could feel nothing but guilt. You could have stopped this had you just kept your mouth shut when you got in the door. It took a few minutes to get him to calm down completely, but you could wait. He didn't exactly want to let go of you even when he was completely calmed and you weren't about to pry him off of you.

"You ok now?"

"Yeah...I think so."

"What happened? I haven't seen you this upset in a while..."

He finally let go of you to look you in the eyes. His had already turned red, a sight you hated to see.

"We had talked about my mom, and the Sora...."

"I told her not to bring them up...I'm sorry."

"No, no it was my fault that this happened..."

"Huh?"

"I had turned the subject from Sora to the game, all of our friends..."

"Oh no..."

"And then I got to Shinji...."

"Hey, you have to remember that wasn't your fault..."

"I know....It just still hurts..."

"That's ok, there may never be a time where any of it stops hurting. You can only be ok with it at your own time. There's no way to just forget any of that ever happened, but you can't torture yourself like that. Ok?"

"Mhm... Your mom was saying something similar..."

"Yeah?"

"I think I get where you get your patience from now."

He let out a little laugh at the end of that, which while put you at ease, told you that he still wasn't at 100% yet.

"You think you could eat?"

"......"

"You don't have to."

"I'm fine..."

What was supposed to be lunch turned into an awkward dinner where you and your mother were both worried over him. He was emotionally exhausted by the time he finished his meal.

"I think it's best I just take him home."

"I'm sorry things didn't turn out the way you planned."

"We didn't really know how this was going to turn out anyways."

"Y/N...."

Your mother gave hugs goodbye to each of you. Yuki's lasted so long you almost thought you'd need to pry her off of him, but he seemed content like that. She ruffled his hair when she let go of him, to which he seemed to beam over.

"Remember that you two are always welcome here."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"I'll talk to you tomorrow Mom."

"I look forward to that."

Yuki seemed to sulk as soon as he got into the car. Slumping into the chair. Quite the contrast to the version of him you had seen smiling just a few minutes ago.

"You sure you're ok?"

"I just realized just what kind of impression of I made on her..."

"Don't worry about it. My mother adores you. Trust me."

"......"

"She wouldn't have tried to comfort you if she didn't."

"Ah..."

"Besides, she already knew everything you talked to her about."

"You told her everything?"

#sora!yuki x reader #danganronpa #yuki maeda #yuki maeda x reader #sdra2 spoilers #sdra2 x reader #sdra2 #super daganronpa another 2 #super danganronpa another 2 #dra #danganronpa another #drabble

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kotokos-cafe · 2 years

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A Kiss On A Bet

(Hajime Hinata x Reader)

Hajime had been reluctant when Kazuichi invited you two to the game of Truth Or Dare. It was Mahiru's idea as a way to lighten the mood after Teruteru's execution. And as you made your way to the dining hall where you all agreed to play, your best friend seemed... anxious. As if he really was dreading the game.

What could be so horrible? you wondered to yourself. Maybe he's hiding something? And he doesn't want the truth to come out? But... that makes no sense. I'm his best friend! He tells me everything!

As you two sat down at the table, Mahiru began explaining the rules of the game. Yadda yadda. You already knew, so you kind of zoned out. You stared not-so-subtly at Hajime. See, you had had a thing for Hajime for a while now... but it could never work, you figured. It would only mess up your friendship.

"What?" Hajime whispered to you. Oh shit, he had caught you. You chastised yourself for not having an excuse internally as Hajime looked confused. More and more so by the second. "Is there something on my face?"

"N-No, no!" you whispered back. Deciding to tease in order to save your own hide just a little more, you chuckled with a light smirk. "I just... zoned out. Sorry, Haji Bunny~."

Hajime blushed with that nickname. It always did something to him, but you could never determine what. You figured it was just him being tsundere. He never did like to be referred to as cute. At least, not outwardly. But you could see through that after being friends for as long as you had been.

"Alright, Big Sis Mahiru!" Hiyoko cheered. She lifted her arms up, the sleeves of her kimono pumping with her fists. She always was an excitable girl. "Let's start! I wanna go first!"

Mahiru nodded. Hiyoko's menacing gaze set across everyone, before fixing on Mikan. Mikan... Her bully victim. Poor Mikan... And then her eyes shifted to you, set on you.

"Heeeeey, S/O!" Hiyoko began. She put her hand to her lips with her cocky giggle motion. "Truth or dare?"

"Hm..." you pondered for a moment. No risk with a truth, right? But... would you look like a wimp? "Truth."

"Ugh," Hiyoko groaned in response. "Only pussies pick truth! Hmph! S/O's a pussy, you guys!"

The others shot Hiyoko a glare, especially Hajime. You were quite a beloved member of the class, and nobody took too kindly to you being insulted. Especially Hajime. Even Hiyoko believes she's the only one ever allowed to insult you.

"Alright, alright! Jeez!" Hiyoko timidly squeaked. So quick to immediately take back her insult when put under pressure. Poor thing. "Anyway! S/O, have you got a crush? If so, are they right here?"

"U-Um..." you stuttered. You stole a quick glance at Hajime, who didn't notice, and looked down. Then you nodded, a faint blush dusting your own cheeks. "Yeah... Yeah, I do. And they are."

"Ooh!" Sonia cheered. Of course the foreign princess would be excited. "Who is it?! If they are here, then surely they must know already!"

"Y-You only get one question!" you borderline shouted. In truth, you just wanted to hide your crush. You didn't want to ruin the friendship between you and Hajime, after all. "Hm... Kazuichi! Truth or dare?"

"Dare!" he cheered proudly. He looked at Sonia for a second, who didn't even look at him. That guy's relentless crush on Sonia got old after a while... He was clearly trying to impress her. "Heeeeey, Miss Sonia!"

"Alright, alright," you lightly said to take Kazuichi's mind off of Sonia. You thought for a moment. What's silly, fun, and not able to harm his reputation further than it already is? Hm... "I dare you to wear one of Hiyoko's bows!"

"Uh..." Kazuichi muttered. He sounded unsure, as if Hiyoko would hit him if he even tried to get close. Knowing Hiyoko, it wasn't a far-off assumption to make. Hiyoko grumbled about it a little, but handed over one of her hairbows. Kazuichi placed the kitten hairbow with a green ribbon in his hair and smiled. "Done. Now... Hajime! Truth or dare?"

"Hm... I think I'll go with dare," he said bravely. Hajime always managed to surprise you. You felt a little cowardly in comparison to Hajime sometimes. But he never let that stop him from being the best friend he could be to you. "No gross stuff, alright?"

"No worries," Kazuichi replied. Suddenly, he looked as if a light bulb went off in his head, and his usual sharky grin came onto his face. "Hm... I dare you to kiss your crush if they're here! With consent, of course."

"Uhhhh..." Hajime stuttered. He was stunned. Slowly, he took a deep breath, and made his way over to someone. It was... you?! It was you?! It was you! "S/O... C-Can I...?"

"S-Sure..." you answered politely with a huge blush on your cheeks. You had to be dreaming. No way you were his crush all along, too! But... when he slowly pressed his lips to yours, you were convinced it couldn't be more real. Eventually, after a minute or two, Hajime pulled away so you both could breathe. "Woah..."

"I l-love you, S/O..." he told you. His eyes darted away and he blushed, being the tsundere he is. Scared of being rejected, perhaps? "I understand if you don't feel the same way, really! I just... thought you should know. I'm sorry, S/O, I—"

"I love you, too," you cut him off. Your classmates stared in awe. They didn't think he'd actually do it. And now... you were a thing! "And I'd be honored to be your lover."

"DAMMIT!" Akane cried out. She banged her head on the wall lightly, to convey frustration. But what did she possibly have to be frustrated over? Nothing involving you, right? "Now I owe Ibuki twenty bucks!"

You and Hajime, now wrapped up in each others' arms, laughed out loud at that. Because in that moment, nothing else mattered. You two loved each other, and therefore, that was all that was needed.

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prttyt0ni · 2 years

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Babysitter (ch. 1) || E. Munson x female!oc

©prttymunson (if you want to translate, please contact me first)

pairing: Eddie Munson x female oc words: 1,923 introduction oc Name: Ramona Murphy age: 20 (1966) gender: female height: 5"6 (167cm) eye color: grey hair color: light brown

synopsis: Ramona Murphy is Robin's best friend. She kidnapped her and then begged her to keep an eye on Eddie "the Freak" Munson, who supposedly killed Chrissy Cunningham at Reefer Rick's residence at Lover's Lake.

a/n: I actually wanted to go for y/n, but i decided on an own character as "y/n" since it feels more natural to me to use a name instead of "y/n y/l/n". you're of course 100% free to use your own name, pronouns, and visual appearance as Ramona Murphy if you want to. also, since i've already written nearly 2k words, i decided on an actual ff with multiple chapters. I'm always open for feedback or any suggestion for improvement enjoy :> toni

Ramona POV.

Finally home! After giving what felt like dozens of hours of private lessons I finally arrived home and laid down on my bed. Soon after the phone started ringing.

"Hello?" I ask as I answer the phone. "Hey Ramona, Robin here. Would you mind coming to Family Video? I really need you to do me a favor!" Robin burst out as soon as she heard your voice.

"Well, I-" I respond before getting cut off by my best friend. "Great! See you in 10!" she said and hung up. "Curse you Robin Buckley for exactly knowing my address!" I yell through the house before getting my jacket and driving to Robin's workplace in the deep of the night.

narrator POV.

Ramona arrived at Family Video in exactly 10 minutes, just like Robin said. She turned off the engine and went into the shop soon after.

"Great that you're here." the girl heard both Robin and her co-worker Steve, with whom Ramona had algebra in sophomore year, say before they pulled the young adult out of the store and into the back of Steve's car.

"Yo, what the fuck is that supposed to be, you know my car is still in front of Family Video's, don't you?" Ramona asked angrily since she basically has got kidnapped. "Don't worry about that Ramona, just... trust us," Robin said stressed out. "You saying this that way surely doesn't make me trust you! Why can't I just follow you in my own car instead of you kidnapping me or something?"

"It's more save this way. Steve will bring you your car as soon as possible, okay?" Robin tried to explain what stressed Ramona out even more.

"I STILL FEEL LIKE YOU'RE KIDNAPPING ME SO I'M NOT SURE IF I WANT MY KIDNAPPER TO DRIVE MY CAR" she yelled at Robin in stress. "Listen, Ramona. You've known me ever since I first shat my pants. Do you really think I would kidnap y-" Robin tried to calm Ramona down, but she cut her off: "I mean, you never know–"

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" she yelled annoyed, quieting down everyone, even the radio. "The point is, you're the only one I trust, without having to worry it might go wrong." Robin continued and Ramona finally agreed on being kidnapped.

"Wow, Robin. I've never expected you to love me this much, I think I'm gonna faint!" she replied teasingly, acting as if she was about to faint, soon after Robin calmed down a bit to annoy her even more. Steve and Robin looked at themself and Robin said "See... it'll be fun" smiling at Steve

"Wait, what will be fun? Hello? Talk to me! Where are we driving?!" Ramona started yelling again stressfully. "Jeez, Ramona! You'll know when we're there! She's worse than all the kids combined." Steve said in annoyance.

"Listen Harrington, if you got kidnapped and didn't know where the fuck you're going, would you stay all calm and goofy and chill?" Ramona asked the male, leaning over to directly look at him from the side. Steve didn't say anything at first until a quiet "good point" left his mouth and he turned left into the woods.

"Oh wow. Now we're heading into the woods... and you still want to tell me this is no kidnapping?" she asked again stressfully. No one answered so she decided to look out of the window, hopefully spotting something familiar (which was harder than it sounds since it was in the middle of the night).

"Wait, are you driving me to Reefer Rick's place? What the fuck is going on here?" she asked as soon as she recognized the way. "Is she always talking this much?" Steve asked Ramona's best friend. "Nope, only when she's very, like very, stressed out"

Steve stopped the car and the three of them went outside. They were at Lover's Lake, in front of them; Reefer Rick's residence. "I knew you were dragging me to Reefer Rick's, but... why are we here?" Ramona asked. "Just follow us!" Robin said, grabbed her by the wrist, and pulled her to the shack directly at the lake.

She opened the door fastly and everyone inside flinched as if their lives were about to end. Ramona took a closer look at who was there and noticed Max Mayfield, her neighbor Dustin Henderson and Eddie "the Freak" Munson. She started chuckling. "What the fuck am I doing here?" she asked herself. "Robin? Why am I here?" Ramona asked her best friend looking at her in slight disbelieve as if she was about to cry.

She started to explain everything to her from the Upside Down and what it is, to all the monsters, to Chrissy and Vecna. "And that's where you join the game. Could you please, please, please, please, please stay here with Eddie?" Robin asked and did the best puppy eyes Ramona as ever seen on her.

Ramona's chuckle turned into a laugh. "What am I supposed to do? Play the babysitter for Eddie "the Freak" Munson?"

"No, Ramona, just... accompany him. You know, in case something happens." Max stood up and made her way to the young adult. "Jeez, fine, but I can't guarantee for anything." she finally capitulated after basically everyone begged her to stay.

As they all left to... actually, no idea why they left... do... spooky stuff? Anyway, Ramona turned around on their heel to face Eddie. As the two of them looked at each other the whole shack was filled with silence. "You know, you don't have to be here if you don't want to, Murphy." Eddie suddenly said.

"No, Robin asked me to do it, so I'll do it. Also, my car is still at Family Video and I really don't want to go there alone in the middle of the night." Ramona replied stubbornly and leaned against one of the tables.

"What are you scared of ghosts?" Eddie laughed, making fun of the girl.

"If you're so brave Munson, how about you go get my car? Don't forget to say hi to that Vecna dude from me!" Ramona replied teasingly with a sarcastic smile on her face and threw her keys to him. "Witty... I like that," he said with a grin on his lips as he put the keys into his pocket.

And then silence again. Ramona walked around the shack to take a look at what she had to deal with for god knows how long. "So, uhm? What do you usually do around here?" she asked while she inspected the dirty shack with disgust. "You know, hide.." Eddie started and chuckled. His chuckle faded away as soon as he noticed that Ramona surely wasn't amused. "Okay, Captain Obvious, what else?" she asked again. This will be... interesting.

"No need to be passive-aggressive. You know, I can't do much around here since going out isn't really an option, but I play my favorite songs" he continued as he jumped towards some strings on the other side of the shack and started using them like guitar strings and hum a song that sounded very familiar to Ramona.

"Creeping Death Metallica," Ramona said with a smile on her face and left Eddie shook. "You listen to Metallica?" he asked in disbelief. Ramona nodded and Eddie faked a heart attack which frightened the female. He stood up fastly and started laughing. "Jesus, Eddie! Do that again and the next heart attack won't be faked," she said, supporting herself with the column next to her, but laughing as well.

"Sorry, I just don't believe you listen to Metal," he said, looking her straight in the eyes, still in disbelief. "I do indeed. There's much no one knows about me," she answered with a smirk on her lips. "Wow, I. That's like super cool, Ramona. You don't seem like that at all."

"Don't judge a book by its cover" Ramona said and Eddie repeated it shortly after.

The two of them continued talking a bit about basically nothing, but for them, it was everything. They sat on the ground facing each other. "How come I've never noticed you?" Eddie asked in suspicion. "I can't tell you because everyone has noticed me at least once," Ramona replied and both of them started chuckling.

Ramona looked at her watch. "Holy shit, it's already 2am. We should go to sleep," she said, stood up, and looked for a place to sleep. "You got a key to Reefer Rick's house or do we have to sleep in here?" the girl asked with a disgusted expression. "Nope, no key. But i can try to break in." Eddie suggested and the two made their way up to the backdoor

Eddie crawled onto his knees to exactly face the keyhole, asked Ramona if she got a hairpin, shoved it into there, and moved it around a bit until the door was open. "m'lady," He said as he held the door open for Ramona to enter. "m'lord, she replied and made him a curtsey before going in.

It was as dirty in there as it was inside the shack, but at least it was warmer and safer. Ramona looked around to get to know the environment. "Okay, there is a bed upstairs and the couch down here, where do you want to sleep?" she asked when she came down from her inspection, only to find Eddie in the kitchen eating something that was either expired or simply disgusting. Still, Ramona was slightly hungry as well. "Yo! Eating without me? How fucking dare you!" she said, walking towards the male and taking a look at what Eddie was eating. "Oh ew... never mind."

"Fuck you, it tastes better than it looks!" he said to justify himself. Ramona took a look through the kitchen; dirty dishes everywhere, half-eaten cans on the dining table, and not a single kitchen counter was usable. "Ew... this needs to be cleaned up..." Ramona said after a while with the same disgusted face she had looking around the shack. "Okay princess, not everyone cleans their house so that you can eat off the floor," Eddie said with his mouth half full with whatever canned food he was eating. "Well, they should be. Also, it's disgusting to talk with food in your mouth," she replied in disgust as to what Eddie decided to mimic her, which resulted in him getting Ramona's jacket thrown at him. They both started to laugh.

"So, Eddie..." Ramona started. "Where do you want to sleep? Upstairs or downstairs?" she asked while letting down the curtains.

"You decide," he said before continuing to eat. "I don't care, actually." she did care actually. She hoped she could sleep on the bed since it was more comfortable than the couch.

Then suddenly, Eddie remembered something. "Weren't you supposed to watch after me?" he asked with a teasing smile. "I'm not here to please your mommy issues, Munson," Ramona replied wittily. Eddie chuckled. "But what if someone breaks in when we sleep and kills me... or sacrifices me to the devil," he suggested sarcastically, hoping that Ramona agrees with sleeping in the same room. Now was her time to chuckle.

"Jesus, fine. I will come with you." she gave in because she was that tired, she couldn't even look straight anymore. "But if we both get sacrificed at a satanic ritual then, I'll haunt you in hell and torture you for the end of all days," Ramona added, waiting for Eddie at the stairs. He finished his midnight snack and rushed to the stairs.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #stranger things season 4 #netflix series #netflix #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things season four #stranger things s4

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fantastic-bby · 3 years

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Pairing: Reader x Jisung (ft best friend!Jeongin and Minho)

Word count: 1.4k

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Jisung finds both you and your rainbow sneakers adorable but doesn't know how to ask you out.

Prompt: Fluff - 3. I like your rainbow shoes

Warnings: -

A/n: this was very roughly edited but I wanted to post it before I forget lol

Masterlist

[11:58]

“I like your rainbow shoes,” Jisung chuckles the moment you step into the dorm. You look up at him before down at the rainbow painted sneakers that you were in the process of taking off, cheeks reddening as you stare at them. “Oh! No, I didn’t mean to fluster you or anything, I just thought they looked cute.” He clears his throat awkwardly, suddenly feeling guilty about accidentally embarrassing you.

“I just wasn’t expecting anyone to really notice it, but thank you,” you quickly reassure him as you place them on the shoe rack by the front door.

“Jeongin mentioned that you were coming over. He didn’t mention what time. If I had known, I would’ve actually put on something less messy.” His hands gesture to his outfit that just screams ‘lazy day in’ with the basketball shorts and the oversized white T-shirt with a cartoon cat printed on the front of it.

“I’m only here for a moment. He promised that we’d actually get to hang out today since you guys have been so busy with work and all,” you laugh awkwardly, hands clasped in front of you and your weight shifting between your feet when you realise that Jisung’s blocking the main entrance into the dorm. You can’t actually get in unless he moves, which leaves you just standing with your lips pursed into a straight line while you stare at him.

“Oh! Jeez, sorry,” Jisung quickly moves out of the way, his face blushing madly. “I-I uhm..”

You take a few steps past him, “it’s okay. I didn’t really know how to say it either.”

“(Y/n)!” You turn just in time to catch Minho as he crashes into you, surprising you from the impact and bringing you to the ground with him when he just decides to fall. You fall onto the ground with a groan, the dancer barely making an effort to even get off of you while you try to squirm your way out from underneath him. “You’re here! We haven’t seen you in so long!” he exclaims when he lifts himself up.

“Blame Jeongin for not inviting me over more often,” you quip. Jisung extends his hand towards you to help you up. “Thanks, Ji,” you hum, hands brushing over your clothes while he helps Minho up as well.

“We’ve already said that you’re free to come over anytime you want. You have all of our number. You're our friend now, too,” Jisung reminds you. Your hands pause for a moment when you remember that you do, in fact, have all of their numbers because Hyunjin insisted on bringing you into their group chat after your best friend had introduced you to them a few months back.

“That… that is something that I forgot,” you sheepishly admit.

“You should come over whenever we have movie nights. We usually just order food and watch whatever we feel like because Changbin hyung lets us use his Netflix.” Jisung’s offer makes you tempted. You’ve always wanted to spend more time with them, but since you were Jeongin’s friend first, it feels intrusive for you to be in their space.

“Where is Jeongin anyway?” Minho questions when he realises that Jeongin still hasn’t left his bedroom.

“He said to just let myself in around now,” you mutter as you look at your watch to check the time.

“I’ll go look for him.” The older male leaves you with Jisung while he heads in the direction of Jeongin’s bedroom.

“What were you guys planning on doing?” Jisung asks once Minho’s gone.

“Jeongin wants to try out this new café a few minutes from here. He said they have really cute cakes that he’s pretty much dying to try out,” you explain.

“Ah.” He’s pretty sure he’s heard the maknae mentioning it a couple of times before, but no one in the group was too keen on wanting to check out the new café since Jeongin’s food standards were essentially “if edible, then eat”. Another thought pops into Jisung’s head that has him turning to you, “are you guys going to the arcade? Minho hyung and I were planning on going there later.”

“Mhm,” you hum. “We haven’t been to the arcade in ages with how busy Innie’s gotten, but maybe we’ll meet you guys there after we’re done at—”

“I’m up! I’m up!” Jeongin’s whines cut you off and the two of you turn to the distressed voice of the man to see Minho dragging him out of the bedroom.

“(Y/n)’s already waiting for you,” Minho scolds when he stops right in front of you and Jisung.

“I was just taking a small nap,” he grumbles before turning to you. “I swear, they like you more than they like me.”

“(Y/n) actually likes us back, so…” Jisung snorts, earning a cheeky giggle from Minho and a glare from Jeongin.

“Were you waiting long? I accidentally fell asleep while scrolling through my Instagram.”

“Not at all,” you shake your head with a reassuring smile on your face. “I was just talking to Jisung about how he and Minho might be going to the arcade later so we can meet up with them there after lunch.”

“We’re going to the arca—Oof!” Minho’s rudely interrupted by Jisung’s elbow digging into his stomach to stop him from talking and he immediately catches on. “O-Oh, yeah, Ji and I were planning on heading to the arcade,” he wheezes out while holding onto his now aching stomach.

“You didn’t tell me that,” Jeongin pouts. “If I had known, then I would have invited you guys out for lunch with (Y/n) and I.”

“Decided it just now,” Jisung hastily says. “Don’t worry. We weren’t really planning on leaving until like an hour or two from now.” The younger man eyes him skeptically before turning to you.

“Sungie hyung is weird,” he mutters as he takes a step closer to you. “Let’s go before the café gets full.” You nod and turn to follow him out. Jisung and Minho watch as you do, waving when you turn around to wave them goodbye before leaving the dorms.

“Is that really your way of asking (Y/n) out?” Minho snorts once you’re out of ear-shot and the door’s closed.

“Well, can’t exactly do that when you’re tackling them to the ground, now, can I?” Jisung scowls as he turns to look at him.

“Maybe next time just text them and go ‘hey, let’s grab some lunch together’ or something. Like you said, they’re not just friends with Yeni anymore.” Minho thinks it’s comical how Jisung has been trying to ask you out for months but keeps bailing at the last minute.

“I’ll figure it out eventually,” he rolls his eyes. “It’s not that easy. What if they don’t want to go out with me? I’ll just end up—” Jisung almost chomps on his tongue when the front door swings open and you’re rushing back in.

“Have you guys seen my house keys? I think they may have dropped out when Minho crashed into me,” you ask as you look around on the ground. Minho looks down at his feet and immediately notices the sleeping Kirby keychain that’s clipped together with a Shiba Inu keychain and a set of keys. He picks it up and extends it towards you. “Ah, thank you,” you let out a sigh of relief as you took it from him. Minho takes a step back and pretty much shoves Jisung in your direction, stopping you from leaving the dorms out of surprise.

“Jisung here has something to ask you, right Ji?” He gives the rapper another nudge and Jisung’s scowling at him while he turns to look at you.

“I-uhm…” he clears his throat, struggling to actually get the words to leave his mouth. It’s funny how he struggles with words when he writes lyrics for a living.

“Yes, Ji?” Your voice coaxes him to continue and he’s clearing his throat once again.

“W-Would you like to grab lunch? Sometime? With me?” Once Jisung’s managed to force the words out of his mouth, he’s squeezing his eyes shut tight out of both embarrassment and the fear of your reaction. Your voice, though, makes him open his eyes once again because you’re chuckling softly.

“I would love to.” Jisung feels his entire body lighting up. “Just text me when and where because if I leave Jeongin waiting any longer, he’s going to have my head.”

“Sure!” he blurts out, head nodding ecstatically. “We can—uhm—I’ll just send you the details.”

“Alright, I’ll see you guys later,” you wave as you turn towards the front door.

“Later…?” Jisung trails off softly before it clicks in his mind. “Oh! Right! Later, yeah. We’ll see you at the arcade.” His nervousness makes you smile as you leave, not without muttering a ‘cute’ under your breath that makes Jisung’s entire face burn up while Minho stifles a laugh.

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its-nebula · 3 years

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Kokichi, Shuichi, and Hajime x Former Playboy S/O

Warning: NSFW Content + Themes

He was at your place, on the bed while you were out with some friends.

Laying there, watching TV, relaxing after a long week's worth of work.

He started to doze off, when suddenly the remote fell off his lap and under the bed.

Sighing deeply, he reached his hand under the bed trying to find it, but was surprised when he came in contact with a stack of paper.

"Huh...?"

He grabbed it, and realized it was a magazine of sorts. The remote had falled on top of it. Once he grabbed it, he noticed something very particular about the cover...

"Playboy? S-S/O doesn't read these! Wait a minute..."

Was that you on the cover?

No, no. It couldn't be...right? RIGHT?!

"Curiously", he started to flip through the pages, feeling himself starting to blush. He didn't look at the other women, only you. He felt bad otherwise.

But hot damn. Seeing you in fishnet stockings, in that sexy bunny costume, it made the gears in Shuichi's head turn.

It made him...excited.

After he finished looking through that one, he looked under your bed once more, and found a stack of old photos.

He felt bad about looking through your things, but he just couldn't help himself.

Biting his lip, he felt the bulge in his pants start to get bigger. He imagined the thought of you modeling like that for him one day...

He heard the door open and close.

Quickly, he tried to scramble to put his newfound treasure away, but he wasn't fast enough.

When you saw what was in his hands, you gasped.

"Ah! I-I-I'm sorry!"

It was awkward for a moment before he spoke again.

"You look...really nice in the pictures. Maybe you could...model like that for me sometime?"

He was so shy when speaking, but something about that little glimmer in his eye told you he really, really desired it.

Hope you kept your costume, S/O.

He just got really, really bored one night.

Decided to go through your closet just because he damn well pleased.

"S/O doesn't have anything fun in here!"

Just as he was about to quit searching, he noticed he stepped on something.

"What's this? A calendar? A Playboy calendar?"

His eyes widened as he inspected it. It was really old, but jeez.

"Well, well! I didn't know S/O was into that sort of thing, nishsishi~"

As he very cheekily flipped through the pages, he stopped one one particularly surprising image.

"Is that...?"

He couldn't believe his eyes as he saw your perfect frame, staring oh so sexily at the camera.

"Why wouldn't S/O tell me about this...?"

He licked his lips as he thought about how sexy you must've looked while taking the pictures.

As he turned the pages, he saw another photo of you, nearly dying.

His finger traced over the outline of your body, and by this time his mouth was salivated.

He wanted to taste you.

Right fucking now.

He didn't know why but...

"Oh S/O~" He called out to you while you were in the other room.

Once you saw what he'd found, you already knew there was no point in trying to hide.

"You naughty little devil! Didn't anyone ever tell you just how rude it was to keep secrets?"

As you tried to explaining that you didn't do that anymore, that you would never show thise pictures to anyone except him...

"I think we could make a good use of your skills just one last time, don't you?"

You were packing up things to move in with Hajime.

Today, you were packing up your room.

You left Hajime alone in there for a few minutes, going to make a phone call with the movers.

He was sweeping up under your bed. Water bottles, loose changes, dust...

A magazine?

It looked pretty old, but he noticed the title. Playboy Magazine.

He very quickly glanced at the door to make sure you weren't coming, then swiftly picked it up.

There were a few models on the cover, but then he saw one that looked exactly like you.

"There's no way S/O would do that. They would've told me...right?"

Hajime tried to tear his eyes away from the page, but he just couldn't help himself.

He felt the heat starting to rush to all parts of his body as he nearly dropped the broom on the ground.

He threw it on the bed, thinking he would forget about it... but he just couldn't focus while cleaning.

He kept making quick glances to the magazine back to his duties, but his curiosity got the best of him. The thought of your body was consuming his thoughts.

Smirking a little to himself, he reached for it again...

Until he made eye contact with you at the doorway.

"S/O, I can explain!"

He had nothing.

"It's not my fault that you fill me with impure thoughts, you know."

You blushed at this, surprised that he would say something like this to you. Well, your boyfriend always has been one to speak his mind to you, but this was even surprising to you.

"How did I ever get so lucky to have someone as sexy as you in my life?"

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #imagine #headcanons #imagines #danganronpa imagines #shuichi x reader #kokichi x reader #hajime x reader #kokichi oma #shuichi saihara #hajime hinata

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catacomb231 · 3 years

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Mine or Hers?|Bakugou x Reader PART FOUR

Sum:When a sudden blackout happens at the dorms, the class soon finds out that villains have infiltrated it but they can't defeat them in the dark! It's as if there are no villains there except for one..

A/N:Y'all will enjoy this😏 also, the reason I described Bakugou's scent as Burnt Caramel instead of actual caramel, is because that's actually how Nitroglycerin smells like. And Happy Thanksgiving!

Part Three

"Jeeze! Calm down will ya you idiot? I need space to breathe!" Bakugou grumbles at you as you snuggled against him close, wrapping your arms around him tightly as you smiled.

"I'm sorry, but I'm just happy to finally cuddle against you during a movie!" You reply, closing your eyes in content. He was so warm and had his burnt caramel scent. It didn't bother you one bit.

"Then watch the movie." Bakugou tells you. It was faint but you could see the faint blush on him. So you knew he was enjoying just as much as you!

But suddenly the lights and TV in the room flicker, before they completely go out. "Huh?? What the heck happened??" You ask looking around frantically. "Relax! The circuit breaker probably just blew a fuse." Bakugou reassures you as he lights up the room with his phone flashlight.

You two walk out of the room to see all of the hallways were dark too. "The whole building must've had a power outage too." You point out. "Yeah. It just happened suddenly." A voice suddenly says behind you two.

The two of you turn around to see Todoroki's face lit up with his small fire in his palm. "But it should come on shortly. Mr. Aizawa said he'll go check the power box." He adds.

"But it's outside! And it's night time! Are you sure he'll be alright?" You ask. "He's our teacher. He'll be fine." Bakugou replies with an eye roll.

So about 10 minutes pass and Aizawa comes back in. By now everyone had a flashlight. Even him. "For some reason the power isn't coming back on. The breaker isn't working." Aizawa tells them. "Well that's bad!" Mina exclaims.

"Relax! Kaminari, do you think you could try to power it-" Aizawa begins but a disembodied distorted voice suddenly echos out throughout the dorms. "Don't bother! It's no use! You're stuck in the darkness until you guys can find me!"

"Oh dear! It's a villain!" Uraraka calls out. "Show yourself now!" Aizawa yells to the disembodied voice. "No thank you! You have to find me! Consider it as Hide n Seek in the dark! Good luck!" It says before it doesn't respond anymore.

"Ugh. We'll have to split up then. Go in pairs and be safe!" Aizawa tells them and they all nod. Of course, you and Bakugou went together and everyone split up throughout the dorms.

"I hate the dark! And now that I know a villain caused it, I'm more scared!" You tell Bakugou as you looked around, shining your phone flashlight around the dark empty halls. "Relax. I won't let anyone hurt you." Bakugou mutters as he also looked around.

You glance at him and smiled a bit.

But then you heard a noise and you both stop dead in your tracks. "Who's there??" Bakugou asks narrowing his eyes, shining his phone light at a corner that turned down another hall.

You both waited in silence as you heard footsteps approaching it. That's when Ume turned the corner, shining a flashlight. "Geeze! Calm down! I'm just helping to find this villain like you guys!" Ume explains.

It surprised you but you figured that despite her hating you, she would want to get rid of a villain. "That's fair.." You mutter.

Ume then walks off, which seemed strange but you and Bakugou shrug it off to keep looking.

"This is pointless! I swear we've searched the whole building! And this villain isn't here!" You exclaim. You had also split up from Bakugou to cover more ground.

But suddenly, you get hit in the head, causing you to fall forward, your phone sliding across the floor. "Ow! What the??" You exclaim as you desperately crawled over to your phone, grabbing it, and shining the light behind you. Your eyes widen from fear, shock, and confusion, to see Ume standing there with a baseball bat.

"W-what are you doing Ume??" You ask getting back up. "You're really stupid huh? I'm the UA traitor! I have been since the start!" She reveals.

Your eyes widen from terror. "You mean.."

"That's right! I was responsible for the USJ attack, the attack on the training camp and Bakugou's kidnapping!" Ume reveals. She was the fault of everything!

"But why?! And why are you telling me this now??" You ask. "Because I've grown tired of waiting! The best way to get the heroes' spirits to break and to shut down UA, is to kill one of their students! And you just happen to be my least favorite person." Ume explains.

There was nothing but pure craziness in her eyes! "I have to tell the others!" You yell and turn to start running away but Ume takes chase and tackles you. "NO WAY! This is the end!" Ume exclaims as raises her baseball bat to bludgeon you with.

But you quickly throw her off you and get back up to start running again. At the same time, you activate your quirk, releasing a very relaxing lavender scent behind you to calm down Ume so you could escape.

But Ume must've come prepared because when you looked back, she wore a gas mask. You trip and before you know it, you feel the bat smash against the side of your head. Good news, you're still alive! Bad news, it hurt like HECK!

You scream in pain and Ume is about to finish you off when the hallway lights up for a second from an explosion that Bakugou's set off on Ume, sending her flying away.

"Y/N!" Bakugou shouts as he ran over to you. You had already passed out from the pain and blood was slowly pooling out of your head.

"YOU LITTLE-" Ume begins shouting when suddenly Aizawa's capture keeps Ume back and captured. "Don't you dare hurt anymore of my students." Aizawa warns in a dark angry voice. "Mr. Aizawa!" Bakugou exclaims.

"Get her to Recovery Girl's office!" He tells Bakugou. Bakugou just nods and picks you up bridal style and runs off with you. On his way the lights come back on.

Class 1-A stood on the front porch of the dorms watching the police take Ume away in cuffs while Aizawa talks with the officer.

"I can't believe she would do something like this!" Uraraka exclaims. "I'm not. She was kind of weird from the beginning." Kaminari adds.

Bakugou wasn't there because he was sitting by your bed. You were still passed out with your head healed and bandages wrapped around it. "Don't worry she'll be fine. You should go join your classmates." Recovery Girl tells him.

Bakugou unwillingly sighs and gets up and leaves.

Ume will pay for this.

#mha #bnha #mha reader insert #mha oneshots #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #mha bakugo x reader

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sleepysnk · 4 years

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I'm so excited the Request are Open againnnnn

May I request a Levi x Fem! Reader one shot, were some cadets ask the reader to go on a date with him in the Mess Hall where everyone heard it, but Reader immediately said she's already dating someone. Which shock them even more since she wasn't that open when it comes to her personal life and Levi was heartbroken hearing that Reader already had someone. Until one day, he cornered Reader asking her who was the guy and it turns out she doesn't have one, it was just an excuse for cadets to stop asking her and Levi confessing his love for her and wanting it to be him.

That's all thank youuuu

oh. my. god. THIS IS SO GOOD OMG. i find this request very creative! i definitely had a lot of fun writing this one! i really hope you enjoy this! ♡.

Levi x Fem!Reader: Who is It?

Warnings: None

It was no doubt that (Y/N) was quite the attractive woman. From when she first started as a scout, most men basically 'claimed' her in a way. Not in a creepy way, but most just wanted one night with her, even if it was something small.

She gained the attraction from someone she'd never expect either. Captain Levi. Levi was never one to show his emotions, especially towards love, but (Y/N) was someone that he just couldn't get his mind over. She sort of got into his head, and he let her just fill his mind up.

He'd never show it though. He felt like she would become uncomfortable, and he didn't want to force this burden onto her. Levi had liked her for so long though. Probably about 6 months? Nothing has changed. Although, he has wanted to break a few skulls, because the men would always gossip about her. It made him feel grossed out.

Now, (Y/N) was never one to share her personal life. In a way, she was more of a reserved person, she liked to keep her business out of the way of others. Levi admired that sometimes, he liked that she wasn't making her shit known to everyone.

That's until one day in the Mess Hall, something happened that snapped in her. She was eating with her friends when a few guys showed up to her table. This was odd to Levi, none of them had the balls to ever approach (Y/N).

"Hey (Y/N), I got a question" one of them said and smirked at her.

Levi looked over at the table. "Yeah what's up?" she asked and nodded.

"Will you please go on a date with me? I really want to take you out" he asked and looked at her.

Everyone in the Mess Hall sort of stared at the table. (Y/N) was quiet, she sort of just stared at the guy.

What was she going to say? Levi's mind was racing at the moment.

"I'm sorry, but I have a boyfriend" she replied and looked at the guy.

The guy in front of her had a blush on his cheeks. "What? You do? I've never seen you with a guy" he said and blinked.

She sighed. "I just rather keep the relationship private" she said and shrugged.

Levi felt as if his heart was crushed. She had a boyfriend? I mean yeah (Y/N) kept her life private, but he never knew having a boyfriend was one of those things. It did make some sense though.

"Levi? Are you alright?" Erwin asked and broke him out of his thoughts.

He looked towards him. "Yeah.. I'm fine, I'll see you later" he said and stood up leaving the table.

Hanji and Erwin found this odd. "Jeez, his mood changed quick" Hanji said and looked at Erwin.

He shrugged. "Maybe he is just tired" he replied and continued eating.

Levi wasn't okay at all. All that time he spent thinking about (Y/N) was all a waste. He hadn't felt this way ever. Was this heartbreak or something? He had strong feelings for her for a long time, so it is understandable why he was feeling the way he did.

(Y/N) on the other hand, was a bit nervous. Everyone in the Mess Hall heard her announce that she had a boyfriend, and people began to question her on who it was.

Throughout the night, Levi was trying to think about who it could be. Eren? No, it can't be. Eren is more focused on titans than loving somebody. Maybe Jean or Armin? Jean could be a suspect, but Armin is ruled out. The boy wouldn't want to date.

Levi was at a loss on who it could be. Maybe it was someone he never really knew. He wanted to know, but then again he didn't want to force anything out of her. He was just curious, he wanted to see who she picked out of all men.

What was he going to do?

As days went by, he only felt worse. He tried his best to push away his feelings, but whenever he saw (Y/N) he felt his heart begin to beat quicker. The idea of her being with someone else made his stomach sour.

He decided to ask her who it was. She had to help him clean today, so it would be the opportunity.

He was broken out of his thoughts when there was a knock at the door. "Come in" he said and looked up.

Levi watched as (Y/N) entered his office. "Good morning Captain" she said and saluted to him.

He nodded. "Good morning (Y/N)" he replied and stood up.

She looked around his office. "So what needs to be cleaned today?" she asked.

Levi looked towards her. "We just need to clean the bookshelves" he replied and tossed her a rag.

(Y/N) noticed Levi seemed to be different. He looked more tired, she knew about his insomnia, but he had darker bags under his eyes. He also seemed to be in a more bad mood that usual, which confused her.

"Why are you just standing there? Get to it brat" he said and began to walk over to his bookshelf.

She blinked and went over to it as well. "Sorry Captain" she replied and began to remove the books.

Levi tried his best to not stare at her, but she was so beautiful to him. Any man who got to have (Y/N) was lucky in his eyes. He also thought about who it could be, he planned to ask.

Some time had went by and it was too quiet. Levi needed to say something before he snapped. "So... (Y/N), what I heard in the Mess Hall was someone asked you on a date" Levi said and looked towards her.

She looked over and nodded. "Oh yeah, I turned him down though, I have a boyfriend" she replied and looked back at the shelf.

She wanted to avoid this as much as possible. "Ah I see... may I ask who?" he asked.

What should she say? (Y/N) began to feel her heart race right now. "Oh, um it's private, I rather not say" she replied and continued cleaning.

Levi wasn't satisfied with that answer. "I see... is he well known?" he asked.

She stayed quiet this time. "May I use the bathroom sir?" she asked and looked at him.

He nodded. "Yeah... it's in my room, you should see it" he replied and watched as she went into his room.

Why was she avoiding the question? He understands if she wanted it private, but to be that secretive? Jeez.

The only way Levi could get it out of her, is if he cornered her somehow. Not in a creepy way, but it would be the only way she would tell him anything. He made his way to his room, and shut the door. He saw that the bathroom door was shut.

Levi watched as it opened revealing (Y/N). "What are you doing here?" she asked and nodded.

"(Y/N), who is your boyfriend?" he asked and crossed his arms.

She rolled her eyes. "Captain, it isn't your business. I'm not sure why you care so much, I rather keep him out of this" she replied and tried to walk past him.

Levi stood in front of his bedroom door. "You're not leaving until you say who" he said and leaned against the door.

(Y/N) was starting to get antsy. Why did Levi want to know so bad?

"Why do you wanna know? You shouldn't be worried about me" she asked.

He looked at her. "I'm just curious. You can trust me (Y/N)" Levi replied and shrugged.

Should she just tell the truth? She was battling herself on the inside.

"Ugh, Levi I need to tell you something" she said and looked down.

He furrowed his brows. "What is it? Don't tell me it's Jaeger or something" he said.

She sighed. "I don't actually have a boyfriend. I lied so the cadet's would stop asking me out on dates" she replied and looked at him.

Levi was shocked. He actually couldn't believe what she said. He sort of understood why she did it though, sometimes you have to do certain things to get out of the situation.

"Makes sense, I could see why you lied. Those men make me disgusted sometimes" Levi said and looked at her.

(Y/N) nodded. "I was just looking for a way out of that attention" she said and crossed her arms.

Levi felt his heart beginning to race. Should he tell (Y/N) how he was feeling? He rather tell her now than another man getting her.

"I need to reveal something to you as well (Y/N)" he said and walked towards her.

She looked at him. "What is it?" (Y/N) asked and nodded.

Levi looked down at her. "(Y/N)... the only reason why I wanted to know who you were dating, is because I truly have feelings for you. I've admired you for so long, and when you told those cadets you had a boyfriend, it made me so curious on who" he explained.

She couldn't believe her ears! Levi out of all people had a crush on her?

"I understand if you don't feel the same way, but I wanted to be that guy. Your guy. I want to make you happy (Y/N)" he added.

(Y/N) looked up at Levi. "Levi... I don't know what to say" she said and smiled a bit.

He blinked a little fearing rejection. "You don't have to feel the same" he replied.

She giggled. "Levi! I would love for you to be my boyfriend. We could take it slow" she said.

He stood there shocked for a second. She didn't reject him? He was for sure she wouldn't have picked someone like him.

"R-Really? Are you sure (Y/N)?" Levi asked.

She smiled. "Yes Levi, I'm sure! We should discuss it more later" she replied.

He couldn't help but smile himself. "Well, if that's the case, meet me in my office later for tea" he said and looked down at her.

#anime #attack on titan #aot x y/n #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #aot imagines #snk x y/n #snk x reader #snk fanfiction #snk imagines #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman #levi x reader #anime fanfic

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boxofbadaddiction · 3 years

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The Missing Piece

Fred Weasley x Reader

George Weasley x Reader(Platonic)

All I Wanna Do Continuation

Warnings: Swearing. Angsty.

A/N: I know this was only meant to be a two part series...but I'm hopeless. So I present to you; Part II of (?)

It had been a couple days since y/n ran into George in Diagon Alley, revealing the hardest of truths to her long time friend. That being of her secret child to one Fred Weasley, conceived only the day before his death. The one whom she kept secret from her whole old life in London, after running from it. Marcos was the Weasley no one knew existed.

It had been more than difficult when George discovered the truth, seeing a young Fred with peircing y/e/c eyes barrell towards the two adults during a casual conversation between old friends. It'd hurt George more than he thought it were possible to hurt, no injuries sting ever coming close to the one he felt that day. However, after a night spent bonding with his newly discovered nephew and multiple nights of y/n explaining everything to him. From the night before the battle; which involved a little too much information in Georges opinion, to the day they accidentally crossed paths, he'd found a way to forgive her.

He'd been so angry in the beginning but now that they'd spoke and he saw her side none of that mattered. He couldn't stay mad. Not really.

It turns out though that y/n and Marcos had been staying in a small Muggle Inn as y/n searched for a place to relocate whilst Marcos reddied to begin his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Something which George refused to stand for, and so that's how for the past 4 days the two had been living happily above the store of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes, number 93 Diagon Alley.

George hadn't been happier in so long, to have someone else living within the flat with him. To have someone to come home to. A family no less. Y/n felt the same way. But that didn't mean the dread of letting the rest of the Weasley family in on her dirty little secret were any less prominent in her life. Even George had to admit he was nervous as to how they'd react.

Of course since Marcos had learned of the additional family members, he were yet to meet, he'd been pestering the pair as to when he'd finally get to see them. So, often y/n and George found themselves up late planning the right way to go about it.

They'd decided on a meal at the Burrow with the entire clan present. No exceptions - meaning Dragon Boy himself, as well as the Workaholic. They'd worked out all the kinks through countless Owls flown tirelessly back and forth and it was settled.

Tomorrow at 5pm, the three (two as the family expected) were to arrive via the Floo network, in accordance with the fact Marcos had never travelled by Floo before and was eager to experience it. Though if you asked Mr and Mrs Weasley the reasoning, they'd say the pair simply preferred that way.

At 4:52pm, the day of, Marcos could be found waiting eagerly and very impatient by the fireplace of the Twins flat. "Come ooooon, Mum!" He whined staring to his uncle and mother fussing over whatever he-knows-not, whispering seriously to one another by the kitchen counter. "In a moment, bud." George answered, receiving a huff in response.

George had his hands placed firmly on y/ns arms to steady her as he spoke sternly, eyes fixed directly onto hers. "Everything is going to be okay. I'll be with you the whole time. They're going to love him." "It's not him I'm worried about." Y/n croaked, voice thickly laced with emotion, "I know this is what's right and he'll fit in perfectly, that they'll love him unconditionally. But what of me George, I kept him from all of you. How could they ever look at me again. Let me in that house again. I know it sounds selfish but I'm not worried for him at all. Because it's what's right. But just because it's the right thing to do doesn't mean it makes this whole mess any easier. There wouldn't even be a mess if it weren't for me." Y/ns head dropped, picking at her nails in attempt to distract herself from the burning that set in behind her eyes and in her throat.

"Hey." Lifting a delicate finger to the underside of her chin, George pulled y/n's attention back to him, "You did what you thought was best for you at the time. What you did wasn't easy and I understand it now, just like they will. Once you explain and they meet him...there's no way they can stand against you. Okay? It's going to be okay." The whites of y/n's eyes burned red as she held back the tears which were ready to spill. All it took was a nudge, in the form of a tight comforting George Weasley style hug, to knock them over the edge.

"Can't you hug when we get there?" Marcos groaned, rolling his eyes in frustration this causing his Uncle chuckle. Y/n pulled back and looked to the clock on the wall, 4:59pm. Wiping the few stray tears still running down her cheeks she stepped toward her son. "Sorry sweety." She smiled sadly, fixing his hair. "Why are you crying?" her son asked simply. "It's just...it's just been a very long time since I've seen any of these people. It's got me a tad emotional. Don't worry, we can go now." "ALRIGHT!" The boy yelled excitedly, jumping into the large fireplace. George placed a hand to y/ns back, guiding her in next to Marcos as he grabbed a handful of powder and stood to the boys other side.

"Everyone ready?" George spoke with a wide-eyed, unnerved expression to y/n, "ready!" Marcos bounced on the balls of his feet excitedly while his mother, unknownst to him, offered back a grimace and shrug. "Yeah that seems about right" George spoke more to himself. Looking back out over his living room tight-lipped he grasped the boys shoulder, "The Burrow." He dropped the glittering dust in a swift motion and the three were quickly engulfed in vivid green flame. Here goes nothing.

This dinner would be the first time everyone had been together in years. Since the war if you were to include y/n in the family head count, which Molly did. So as you can imagine she had been fussing over every nanodetail to ensure the whole night went perfectly.

"Molly dear, you must try to relax. You've out done yourself, everything looks splendid and they'll love it." Arthur assured his wife, with a light kiss to her cheek. "I just haven't seen her in so long, not since...well-"

Y/n and Molly had shared such a close bond as she grew up alongside the Twins. The sort of connection Mothers dream of having with their daughters. Y/n came to her about absolutely everything; classes, grades, bullies, boys. There was nothing the two couldn't talk about. So when y/n disappeared after the War, well to Molly it were as if she'd lost another part of her family: the pain she felt neared that of losing another child. That day Molly Weasley very well lost a piece of herself.

It was no wonder her emotions were currently running ragged at the thought of finally seeing her again.

"I have so missed her." "As I'm sure she has you but that is no need to overwork yourself dear, come sit in the lounge." Arthur directed his Wife back from the kitchen to where the rest of their family were gathered.

"Jeez mum, wish you loved us that much." Charlie joked over his mother's flustered form. "It's just y/n" Ron groaned. "The house looks lovely, Molly. But Arthur is right. You must relax." Fluer spoke from her place beside Bill. Though she appreciated the sentiment, their words did little to soothe her excitement and nervousness over tonight. "I know, I'm sorry everyone I'm just so excited to have her back. It's been so long after all." Arthur had his arm placed over her shoulders, stoking her arm contently as she stared to the clock on the wall. 4:52pm.

The group fell into comfortable conversation as they awaited the final two guests, all far more excited to see y/n than they'd care to admit aloud. This would be the first time any of them had seen her in over a decade.

A loud crash and a flash of green from the kitchen alerted the family huddled within the lounge just as the clock struck 5:00pm.

"Oh! They're here!" Molly spoke excitedly. George was the first to step out of the fireplace, ruffling his hair to rid the ash which coated it's ends: appearing like smoke from a flame as it hung from the ginger locks. The family moved quickly from the room, essentially jumping from their seats, to come greet them, however they were suddenly halted.

"Before you all swarm us!" George declared with palms raised towards the group, "there's a little uh-...announcement to be shared first. Or rather an introduction. You see we've brought someone with us." He looked back over his shoulder to y/n who was staring up at him with scared eyes as she trembled slightly in fear of what was to come. She glanced back to her son, hidden by the corner of the large stone wall of the fireplace before looking back up to George as if to say 'it's now or never'. "Just...try to have an open mind." His eyes were pleading for his family to understand even if they hadn't the foggiest what was going on. All their faces contorted as they looked between one another in confused anticipation.

George lowered his hands with a nod satisfied no one was going to tackle them in a crushing embrace or otherwise hectic greeting typical to that of the Wealsey family. Turning to the side so he no longer stood infront of y/n and the wall of the fireplace he encouraged his friend to continue. Y/ns eyes barely left George, aside from a quick nervous flick back over the gathered audience.

Turning back determinedly she reached her arms out for Marcos to hold, helping support him as he stepped down from the slightly elevated floor. There's a kind smile on his face as he moves toward the sitting room where the family is waiting. George places an arm on the back of Marcos nudging him forward slightly, with a nod to y/n, who is staring teary-eyed at him, breath hitching as she starts to panic. "Everyone..." he turns back to his family, "this is y/ns Son, Marcos." "Hello" he says simply with a warm smile.

Everyone looks like they've seen a ghost. Staring silently with mouths agape.

Though covered head to toe in soot his firey red hair sticks out like a Dragon in a flower patch. The Weasley hair. Not just that, it's his face. His entire body. His voice. It's everything but his eyes.

Marcos is quickly becoming uncomfortable as everyone just stares at him, this wasn't what he'd expected. He looks back over his shoulder to his mother. She steps forward and grabs his hand, placing her other on his shoulder, looking to George for strength as she speaks quietly, "I know I have a lot of explaining to do" she swallows hard looking back to the pale faced Weasleys, "but this has been too long coming and it couldn't wait any longer. If George's reaction is anything to go by I know you all have quite a few words to say to me. And I'll hear them all. I deserve it for what I've done."

Marcos looks up to his mother confused, what had she done? For all he knew they hadn't met simply because they lived in different countries. That's no reason why she'd be in trouble is it? He looks back around the room then to George who smiles warmly to him in reassurance. "Sorry isn't enough I know, but I am. Truly. It's time though, Marcos needs you. He needs his family."

No one says anything. Though all silent there's a mixture of strained emotions held within the room. Many teary eyes. Some white knuckles and poorly hidden anger. But mostly it's shock.

Bill's looking around his family, worried, someone needs to say something. They can't just stand there any longer gawping. Dropping Fluers hold he walks forward, heads turn at his sudden movement. He squats infront of Marcos smiling as he shakes his nephews hand with both of his "It's nice to meet you Marcos. I'm Bill," he turns slightly on the spot to point towards his partner, "that's Fluer, my wife." She offers a small smile and wave, then Bill turns back to face him "I'm the eldest of your uncles." He states proudly, "And the coolest" he winks speaking the final line in a whisper. Marcos smiles, whispering back "But Uncle George said that he's the coolest" "yeah don't listen to him, or any of the others - there'll be a lot of that going around." Bill chuckles.

Marcos starts to relax at his uncles attempt in conversation. Y/n and George smile sweetly to one another but with nerves still evident in their expressions. "How did you get your scars?" Marcos asks abruptly. "Marc-" y/n warns, "ah, now THAT is a pretty awesome story" Bill grabs both his hands in his once more, bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet etching ever closer to his nephew as he readies to tell the story, "you see there was this fight, at Hogwarts, before the War where I was up against this Werewolf-"

"Alright, alright, Bill, don't hog the boy with your boring old Greyback story." Another redhead interrupted, walking forward from the group to push his brother to the side, Marcs face contorted in confusion, brows furrowing and head falling to the side. Did he just say his story, with a werewolf, was boring!?

"I'm Charlie" the man knelt before the boy smiling widely "and I am by far cooler than these ones don't listen to them." "How are you cooler?" Marc asked "I work with Dragons." He widened his eyes in mock surprise before smiling again. "REALLY!? DRAGONS!?" Marc lit up like a Christmas tree. Charlie turned his head over his shoulder with a smug shit-eating grin on his face as he taunted his siblings for the reaction he'd elicited from such a simple statement. "Yep. Dragons." "Do you have one!? Can I see it!? Are they really as dangerous as everyone says?" Marc was firing questions at him quicker than his breath could carry, his enthusiasm endearing and contagious as the rest of the family made their way to make their introductions.

"Move it Charlie" stated a firey haired young girl "Merlins bollock!" "Marcos, Language!" Y/n warned but her son paid no mind to the woman too engrossed in the individual before him. "I know you! You play for the Hollyhead Harpies!" It was Ginnys turn to grin smugly to her brothers as they were pushed to the side. "It's lovely to meet you Marcos." She hugged him warmly. George and y/n stepped back a couple paces to allow the family more room for introductions.

Y/n was quietly crying as George had his arm placed securely around her back listening along to the excited conversation of everyone present, her son in particular, each time he was met with a new face. Until it seemed to reach a peak.

"YOU'RE HARRY POTTER!" "There it is." George whispered amusedly in y/ns ear. "The one and only." Harry smiled, "I must say, you look so much like your father. Except the eyes of course you've got-" "-my mothers eyes. Yes. So people keep telling me." Marc nodded with thin lips, this being maybe the hundredth time he'd been told so. "Sorry, trust me, I know that line gets a bit old." Harry smiled to himself.

Y/n was wrapped up in the various pieces of conversation that met her ears as more introductions were made. She always felt something had been missing from her life, she assumed it were simply Fred. She was wrong. This is what she was missing. They were missing from her.

They were her missing piece.

"Hello, my boy, I'm Arthur - your grandfather it'd appear" he stated warmly very much liking the sound of that. "What do you do?" His grandson asked curiously. "I work with the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts in the Ministry. Tell me..." Arthur began in a firm murmur, "do you know how exactly a 'microwave' works? I've been told it is a box which produces heat a-" "Daaaad not now!" Ron had grumbled. "I'm Ron. I'm an Auror with the Ministry" "like Mr Potter?" "Exactly." "Wicked".

"Greetings, Marcos. I'm Percy" came the next, posh, voice. "Hello, what do you do?" "I work within the Ministry-" Percy began before being interrupted by a sarcastic voice, "yeah don't worry about that one, Mate. Percy is in no running for the favourite uncle." George had spoke loudly causing a wave of chuckles to issue through the room.

Everyone was so warm and inviting and excited, it made y/ns heart swell. Hand placed to her chest as the other muffled her quiet gasps as joyful tears fell from her eyes. It was perfect, until she noticed something.

Where was Molly? Her eyes scanned the room, she was here not a moment ago where had she...

George noticed her shifting gaze and tensed posture. "Something the matter?" He whispered before his own eyes scanned the crowd of people. She needn't say a word as realisation struck swiftly, causing him to straighten himself. Dread flooded his body. "Don't fret, love" he whispered once again, gently rubbing her shoulder blades before taking a step towards Charlie - the closest member of his family - tugging on his shirt sleeve. Charlie leaned himself back towards his brother, eyes not leaving Marcos, nor the smile leaving his face. "Where's mum?" George asked. Charlie shrugged in response with a slight shake of his head "no idea".

Worry set in across Georges face, caught by Ginny across the room, whose head fell to the side as she silently asked the question, mouthing a simple "what?" To this George mouthed back "Mum?"

Her gaze quickly fixed to the room, brows furrowing as she noticed her mother's absence. Ginny looked back to George, shrugging she mouthed "up stairs?" George grimaced. It wasn't like his Mother simply to disappear. He certainly hadn't expected such a reaction. Given the circumstances, she should have been the first greeting him. With a suffocating hug and some offer of food.

"One sec" Ginny mouthed, holding up a finger while she quietly ascended the Burrows staircase in search of Molly.

George placed a firm hold around y/n again as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Ginny returned a few minutes later, arms wide with a shake of her head to let him know her search came up empty. George nodded a thank you, turning his head over his shoulder toward the kitchen. Empty. But the door...the door wasn't latched.

With a final squeeze to y/ns shoulder and a light comforting kiss to the top of her hair line he left her side for the first time since they'd arrived.

Y/ns arms wrapped around her body feeling far too vulnerable in the moment without George by her side. But she knew he had to be the one to find her.

Charlie's attention had been turned to the pair as he noticed Ginnys shrug in their direction. Looking just in time to see George walk towards the door as y/n tensed, insecurities and anxiety setting in.

He was unsure how to react. On the one hand he was ecstatic to discover he had a Nephew, one which oozed confidence and joy. One exactly like the Brother he'd lost. He fit like a puzzle piece into their lives, filling a hole they thought would never be filled. Though the cracks were still there, and he could never truly replace Fred - not that they'd want or expect him to, Marcos was the missing piece they needed in their lives. More than any of them probably realised.

On the other hand, however, Charlie was angry. Worse than angry. He was full-fledged fucking furious. Not an emotion usually acquainted with Charlie Weasley, the most carefree and open minded Weasley in the clan. To think someone he considered a friend, no. family. For years could just up and disappear from their lives, hiding this boy from them, this part of their family from them for more than a decade...it was a thought that made him sick. Feeling his throat close over and stomach turn at the disgusting lie he'd been unknowingly living. Talk about hard pills to swallow. Could he look past this?

Staring at the girl infront of him he did what he's always done. He began to reason. As painful as this is he knows there's two sides to every story and lashing out in anger is not going to solve anything. So he looks at it from her perspective; she'd just lost the man she loved. Perhaps she didn't know at the time she was pregnant? After that she ran, he remembered the last time he saw her. She'd broke down saying she can't stay in England any more, he'd thought it was just the emotions talking but she was gone days later, once everyone who'd died were buried. So she ran, and found out she was pregnant. She was alone and grieving and terrified. Still he couldn't see why she didn't think she could come to them. That was beyond even his reasoning, he assumed she'd explain all of this in due time. Until then what she really needed was for them to be there for her.

So, swallowing all those festering venomous thoughts he stepped toward her. Placing a tentative hand to her shoulder with a brief half smile. She looked to him defeated, his name falling from her lips in a sigh the beginning of an apology followed as she trembled before him. He silenced her with a shake of his head, wrapping her within his arms in a hug to let her know everything would be okay. "We're here for you" he whispered simply.

As George stepped out of the house in search of his Mother, eyes squinting as they adjusted to the bright unfiltered sunlight beating down overhead, he scanned the hills and the veggie patch - where she wasn't. Walking slowly he headed for the back garden - where she was.

Sitting with her back to him on their concret garden bench, her posture was stiffly straight but her head hung low. The light sniffle of her nose told him everything he needed to know about her current emotional state. He had been fully prepared to find her seething with anger, afterall she had never been afraid to cry infront of the family before but anger was something she rarely liked to broadcast. Unless of course a scolding was in order for her children's bad behaviour. But here she was crying.

He placed a gentle hand to her shoulder unable to think of the words to make his presence known. She jumped at the touch before placing a hand atop his own. "Mum?" He asked hesitantly, she didn't speak, only wiped the fresh tears which had fallen from her eyes with the corner of her appron. George moved to sit next to her, hand not leaving her shoulder. He patiently waited for her to speak knowing it best not to force any conversation.

His eyes travelled over her face; eyes puffy and red, lip trembling slightly. Then down to her hands which both now played tensely with her frayed appron ending. He always hated to see his mother so upset, usually he had a joke to crack making her smile but since Fred he had trouble 'picking up the slack', as it were. Never able to break an awkward silence the way Fred had. He needed that first line from another to prompt any sort of sarcastic or witty remark. Hate to admit it but he were a tad envious of his twin in that respect.

After several long minutes Molly spoke. "Oh, George..." she sobbed defeatedly. His attention was immediately back on her face, waiting for her next strangled set of words. "He-he...he's..." "he's not mine." George nudged playfully in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere but it comes out a tad sad in his opinion.

"He's so much like him. Exactly like him if not for the..." "eyes." George spoke, smiling fondly at the thought, "he has his mother's eyes." Molly faced him finally, "Why'd you leave?" He questioned. Gingerly running a hand through the hair above her sons scar she replied sadly "It was just too hard." And more tears fell.

"It's hard for all of us Mum, I know it's a lot and this would be the last thing you'd ever expect to come from the fireplace but it's what came. And through all the bad and confusing you need to see the good. You have a Grandchild. Your first. What you've always wanted." "But George, it's not-he..." "he looks exactly like Fred, sounds exactly like Fred and acts exactly like Fred. But he's not, I know. He's not Fred. But he's a piece of him. More than what we had." Molly was shaking with tears now as George spoke with her. A similar burning taking root behind his eyes, but he had to hold strong. The family needed that right now. "I know it's hard, believe me when I found out I-well...let's just say some bystanders were scared they were about to witness a murder" he chuckled. "I'd never been so angry. But y/n explained everything. She talked me through it and she'll do that with you. With everyone. You just have to give her the chance."

Molly scoffed slightly as she let out a long breath. Looking up to her son her heart swelled to think she was able to raise such a strong, passionate and caring young man. She'd never been prouder of him. Seeing how, through everything; the war, losing Fred, finding out the truth about Marcos. How he managed to stay that compassionate and loving young man she always knew...it was beyond her how he could do that.

She'd lost so much during the wars. In the first she lost her brothers, and countless friends, then she lost a son to the second. When had she lost herself along the way? It was then she knew she needed to be the mother he deserved. That they all deserved, stronger than she had been before. She had to be with her family now. The family which just grew by a member. "What do you say, Ma, Ready to meet your Grandson? Cause you know I've been telling him all about how his Grandmother is the world's best cook. Don't know how much longer he's going to be able to wait for one of your homemade apple pies I've been telling him so much about."

Molly began to smile through her light tears before her face dropped completely. "Oh no!" She'd near shouted placing hands to her mouth, jumping from her place on the bench and startling George in the process. "I didn't cook any apple pies! I didn't think to! Usually we only eat those on very special occasions and- well, yes of course this is the most special occasion...but I had no idea!" Molly paced back and forth fussing over the fact she had no pies prepared "oh, George, you don't suppose he'll be too disappointed do you? I'm sure I can whip up a batch before dinner. Oohh but I haven't any apples! I'll have to run to the store".

George sat smiling fondly as his mother twidled her fingers together stressfully. It was endearing he thought, how quickly her priorities change. It wasn't till she started running her hands through her hair and down her appron he knew she needed to be calmed down.

He stood, placing both hands to her elbows to stop her pacing, looking down to her with a grin "Mum...relax." "oh George but the pies!" "MUM! How bout, first things first...you meet the boy." Silent laughter radiated through his chest as her eyes flew open "oh of course! How could I be so selfish! Do I look okay? I don't want to come across as some nutter" "doesn't matter how you look, you'll ways be a nutter." Molly smacked her son's arm as he laughed.

Slowly the two made their way back inside, his arm tight around her shoulder. He found it concerning at how slow she were walking but knew this was a difficult situation.

As the kitchen door swung open all eyes fell to the pair. Marcos was sitting on the small coffee table of the sitting area as everyone was gathered around, filling him in on anything and everything he wanted to know. Y/n was tucked closely under Charlie's arm on the sofa. Everyone went quiet once again as the two rejoined. Y/ns eyes flew to George who nodded at her, letting her know everything was okay.

Y/n was the only one to move as George and Molly approached the group. She stood, grabbing Marcos by his hands and moving him towards his Grandmother.

He stood straightly, smiling before her as y/n knelt beside him. "Marcos, this is Molly. Your Grandmother" y/n smiled sweetly but nervous up to Molly who only had eyes for the boy infront of her. She had a hand placed to her mouth as she held back glistening tears. "It's nice to meet you" he held out his hand for her to shake, but she didn't move to take it.

"Wait for it" George smirked knowingly. Marcos dropped his hand slightly, head falling to the side in confusion. Wait for wha-

Molly instantly swooped down, engulfing the young boy in a bone crushing hug as a heavy breath left her throat. "We're so glad to have you here, my boy." She let him go, leaning back to place his face between her palms smiling brightly through joyful, unfallen tears. "Bit peaky, what's say we begin dinner" she asked warmly. "That sounds nice" Marcos mumbled through squished cheeks.

"Come, this way Dear," Molly placed a hand to his back directing him to where they'd be eating, fussing over the boy more with each step.

George and Y/n watched on as her son happily seated himself at the table and Molly began piling various foods onto his plate as the rest of the family did the same from the lounge, basking in the small moment shared between Grandmother and Grandson.

'This is how it should always have been' Y/n thought with a heavy heart. There was a calmness in her mind as she watched on, replaying the way the family had greeted the pair as they entered. Things might just work out better than she had feared. Might.

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🍁✨Autumn Troupe Headcanons!✨🍁

Hooray for more uncensored swearing! Sorry, this took so long! It’s hard to think of things for the Autumn Troupe since I don’t know them super well!

🍁🧡Banri Settsu🧡🍁

Whenever it's time for practice, Banri begins by smacking the back of Juza's head! (Not super hard, but enough for it to piss him off)

Diluc main, that is all. Before he got Diluc he was an Amber main, and somehow was good. Still uses her every once in a while!

Slightly intimidated by languages sometimes, I dunno how to explain it, so hopefully the dialogue does!

“Banri, come here for a second.”

“Hell no, I’m in the middle of a match right now.”

“Banri.”

“Sit your ass down and wait, Chikage! I’m busy!”

"Halika dito! Huwag kang humintay na papatayin kita at iwanan kitang dumugo sa lansangan! Inumin ng mga aso ang iyong dugo at kukunin ng mga uwak ang iyong laman. Gusto mo yan?!" ("Come here! Don't wait for me to kill you and leave you bleeding in the street! Dogs will drink your blood and crows will take your flesh. Do you want that ?!" ) I'm unsure of the translation, since the filipino was from Irumaaaaa_saaaaamaaaaa's comment on my Ao3! I just put it into google translate

“Damn! Fine, fine, I’m comin! Chill out!”

His older sister gave him a leopard plushie when he was a kid, which is why he’s fucking obsessed with animal prints!

Plays drums and almost broke the coffee table because he “jammed too hard” on it!

Constantly messing up Taichi’s hair, or he’s drumming to songs on his head.

*boom boom bap boom boom bap*

“Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise, playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday! You got mud on your face, you big disgrace! Kicking your can all over the place, singin'-”

“We will, we will rock you!”

“Haha! Hell yeah!”

🍁💜Juza Hyodo💜🍁

Likes carrying Muku or Kumon on his shoulders! Sometimes they still parade around!

“Are you sure about this, Ju-chan?”

“Yeah, you’re real light, y’know.”

“What the hell are you doing, Hyodo? Practice is soon.”

Chews on things a lot when he’s nervous! He always has gum or a lollipop to avoid chewing on his shirt, his nails and other inedible things!

Uses shorter Mankai members as an armrest, but only the ones who are okay with it! He’s polite like that.

On nights where he just can’t sleep, he’ll go on walks or drive around on his motorcycle!

Terrible with eye contact and looking like he’s paying attention. Sakyo has to snap his fingers at him to make sure he’s listening!

Y’know the awkward sibling hug from Gravity Falls, he and Kumon have done that...a lot. It’s not actually awkward though, they just liked the show!

“Awkward sibling hug?”

“...Awkward sibling hug.”

*embrace*

“...pat, pat.”

....

“Hyodos, what the hell?”

🍁💖Taichi Nanao💖🍁

Cried twice when he got his piercings, the first time was because he was very, very afraid, the second time was because he was so happy that he looked good with them!

Has Heelys! One time, he tried to 'heely' into the rehearsal room, but he immediately fell over!

Plays the ukulele! He wanted to play guitar because he saw someone serenading their partner with it at school! He borrowed Masumi's guitar but bar chords suck and his hands are kinda small, so he settled for the uke!

"Aghhh! How do you play that! That hurts my fingies!"

"I have bigger hands and more experience."

"But you're only like an inch taller than me!"

"Height doesn’t really have anything to do with this."

Has a Tiktok! He doesn't post often, it's more for looking at memes or sick outfits. (He does the dances though! He's pretty good at them but they're all in his drafts since he's not super confident in them!)

Y’know how kids crawl up the stairs really fast. He does that. Constantly. Kazunari joins in, sometimes. It pisses Sakyo off a lot, but he gave up on trying to get them to stop.

"Taicchan, what are you doing?"

"Kazu-kun! I got the zoomies!"

"Nice! Can I join ya?"

"For sure!"

*Rapid thumping up the stairs*

"Aren't you gonna stop them, Sakyo?"

"...If I had that ability, they would've stopped a long time ago. Those idiots don't listen."

He LOVES Sk8 The Infinity! Langa's his favourite character! He's also probably a Reki kinnie!

🍁💙Omi Fushimi💙🍁

(It's blue like his regular shirt and Tumblr doesn't have any other colours ;-;)

Despite being tone-deaf, he hums a lot when he cooks! No one seems to mind it!

Enjoys scrapbooking! He kind of prefers scrapbooks to albums, since scrapbooks have a more homemade vibe, you know?

Gives the best hugs, and tends to hold hands with the younger members when they cross the street!

Regularly has this conversation!

“Banri, have you eaten?”

“I dunno Omi, have YOU eaten?”

“...I have. But that's not what I’m concerned about.”

“...I had a granola bar like, an hour ago.”

“...I’m making you something.”

When he first joined the company, he took notes on what everyone liked and didn't like to eat, plus if they had allergies! He still has it, he just doesn't need to use it anymore!

I feel like something like this has happened once!

“Ah, Omi! Can you help me grab something?”

“Oh, sure. What do you need, Sakuya?”

“Homare asked me to get some of that tea, but I can’t rea-”

*lifts Sakuya like Simba*

“Ah! Omi, haha! What are you doing?”

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it! Do you want me to stop?”

“Oh, no, it’s fine! It’s kinda fun actually.”

🍁💛Sakyo Furuichi💛🍁

Absolutely blind without his glasses, like it’s really bad. He walked into a doorframe without his glasses. Thankfully, no one noticed (he thinks).

He has a bit of bubble-wrap in his a pocket all the time and sometimes he uses it as a threat! (Hopefully that made sense...)

“Settsu, move over.”

“I literally can’t! Your fat ass is taking too much space!”

*pop*

“Just scoot your lazy ass over.”

*pop*

“I can’t I already-”

*pop*

“...Alright, I get it! I’ll shut up! Jeez, how is that so threatening...”

“...Asshole.”

*pop*

“...Sorry.”

Definitely told Azami that Santa wasn’t real when he was like 6.

Sakoda got him a mug that said #1 Dad but he crossed it out and replaced ‘Dad’ with ‘Aniki’! Sakyo still drinks out of it, sometimes!

Azami also made him a friendship bracelet when he was a lot younger. Sakyo doesn’t wear it (because it doesn’t fit him anymore) but he still has it! He likes rubbing the beads between his fingers.

Good at trivia! Like, really good. He somewhat enjoys Trivia Murder Party. (I just watched a play through and skipped to a random question, I have no idea if it’s actually hard lol.)

“Which body of water connects the Mediterranean Sea to the Atlantic Ocean?”

“Wh- How are we supposed to know that?!”

*Sakyo answers ‘The Strait of Gibraltar’ and is the only one who answers correctly*

“Fuck, my thumb slipped.”

“That shouldn’t be allowed. Sakyo’s shitty and old, he shouldn’t be able to know and remember things.”

“Oi, brat. I’m not that old. You’re not the one who got the answer right.”

“You’re not the one who literally never learned this!”

🍁❤️Azami Izumida❤️🍁

Has smacked too many cans/cups out of Itaru and Tsuzuru’s hands!

“Wh-”

“Drink actual water. And jeez, go take a nap or something. Your skin is even worse than I thought it could get. Aren’t you supposed to be the responsible one in the Spring Troupe?”

“Ah... I guess, you are right. Thanks for looking out for me.”

“W-well! W-we can’t have you on stage looking like a raisin! S-so!”

Often criticizes Izumi’s eyeliner and ends up just doing it for her. N-not that he minds or anything!

Played Love Nikki at some point, I do not take that much criticism.

Because I think the troupe/play themes are canon, he definitely helped with Shake the Shape and wrote some of RESPAWN!

Always has extra hair ties on him, even though most of the others don’t really need them. Most of the time, the hair ties end up being used for...other purposes.

“Ready.”

“What?”

“Aim.”

“Azami, I swear to whatever god is listening, if you fire that elasti-”

“Fire.”

“...You shitty brat-”

“Oh shi-”

Part of the ‘wears nail polish’ squad! He hates stickers. (Most of the time they somehow fall off) His go-to is an alternating pattern of black and red.

#a3! incorrect quotes #a3! headcanons #Autumn toupe #Banri Settsu headcanons #Juza Hyodo headcanons #Taichi Nanao headcanons #Omi Fushimi headcanons #Sakyo Furuichi headcanons #Azami Izumida headcanons #Autumn Troupe headcanons #akigumi

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jenodunno · 3 years

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Studying

a/n: aish i’m sorry i haven’t written in a while, i have no excuses for myself other that i had no inspiration to write. Anyways i hope you enjoy this cute little story of Jaemin tutoring you hehe

pairing: Jaemin x Reader

warnings: none ?

"How can you even get good grades in this class" You sigh looking at your boyfriend's test paper that the teacher just handed out.

"I don't know," He shrugs looking over at the grade on your paper "But I do know I'm better at it then you" He lets out a small laugh

"Instead of laughing you should be a good boyfriend and help me" You sulk, laying your head on your desk.

Let's just say Human Anatomy isn't the class you do best nor do you even like it, but the sadly you still need to pass the class to no disappoint your parents.

"Of course I'll help you out, love," He smiles looking at you before petting your head "I'll come over after school, like that we can get started"

"Wait, what ? Now ?" You asked in disbelief "I know I asked for help but not right away I want to rest my brain a little"

"Yah...no, the faster we study the faster you'll understand what's going on and anyways the next test is schedule for next week so it's best if you start now, love." He says letting out a small laugh at the end when you sighed once again for like the one hundredth time.

"Fine" You mumble burying your face in your hands.

Wednesday at your place, (A week till the test)

"Wait" Jaemin says trying to hold back his laughter while looking at the test you received back from your teacher yesterday because he's a great boyfriend and doesn't want to laugh at your failure "You're really going to tell me you don't know where the esophagus is,"

"No, I know where it is, It's just that-"

"Then why did you put throat instead,"

"Because technically-"

"No baby no, technically it isn't our throat"

“Well technically yes because when we eat food goes down in it-“

“I can tell this is going to be long” He sighs chuckling

“Heyy don’t laugh at me !” You huffed, pushing him lightly “can we take a break we've been reviewing for hours" You sighed

"It's only been 30 minutes, my love," Jaemin says and looks at you with an 'are you serious' face "And I pretty sure we'll need more than that if you don't know where the esophagus is" He chuckles

"You're really not going to let me go for that one" You say getting up off the floor

"Nope" He smiles at you, before kissing you on the nose.

Thursday at Jaemin's place, (6 days till the test)

"Maybe you'll focus more at my place" Jaemin mumbles opening the front door for the both of you.

"What's that suppose to mean" You say looking up at him

"I mean that, maybe studying in another environment that's not your usual one might help you focus more" He explains

"I practically live here with you, Jae" You looked at him laughing a little

“Yeah yeah whatever, come on” He laughs stepping a side a little letting you go in first before closing the door behind himself.

After getting settled on the kitchen counter with all the school work laid out in front of you guys and Jaemin to your left you try to pay attention. In the end you actually are paying attention to what Jaemin is showing and explaining to you, maybe he was right earlier....

"So as long as you can try to remember this graphic by heart you'll at least get a 10 out 35 on the test" He says trying to make you feel better

"Yah but that isn't enough," You blow out a breath

"I know it isn't, love, but that's still better than the grades you got yesterday, and anyways I'll try my best to help you" He says grabbing your hand into his own "Anyways let's focus on this chapter, most of the vocabulary and work that'll be on the test is in this chapter, okay ?" He says softly looking at you and when you nod at him he starts explaining.

After 2 hours of studying flying by, you both decide to take a break.

“You know I hope you focused more on what I was explaining to you and not my face.” He smirks before drink out of his water bottle

“W-what do you mean,?!” You answered back in a flustered state “I was paying attention to you.”

“Yeah to me or to what I was explaining,” He chuckles before raising an eyebrow at you “because to me it seemed like you were paying more to me, as in my face and not the work.”

"T-that's not true," You defended

"Come on just admit to it and I'll give you a kiss" He once again lifts the corner of his lips forming a smirk

"J-jaemin !"

Saturday at Jaemin's place, (4 days till the test)

You don't know if Jaemin is actually a really good tutor or he is a good tutor because suddenly you can understand things you didn't think you could or at least you think so. I guess you could say you were lucky to have him.

"Are you guys really studying on a Saturday ?" Jeno says walking in Jaemin's house as if it's his own with a basketball in his hands

"Hmm, Oh yeah I'm helping my princess over here not fail for our next test" Jaemin hums a response to Jeno barely acknowledging his presence "Anyways, do you understand the graphics over here, It's explaining how the fluids in-"

"What's up fuckers" Donghyuck says bursting into the living room with a football soccer ball in his hand "Jeez it's literally the weekend and you both are in here studying, tsk, you know it feels really good outside ?" He smirks at you, dropping his weight on the couch "I would say the weather is about 28 degrees with a few clouds and the wind is-"

"You know it's better to stay in here than to be outside with your presences," You playfully glare at him

"Oh come on, stop acting like you hate me when you don't" He laughs before throwing the ball his holding in the air before catching it again.

"Stop being lame Donghyuck," Jeno chimes in "Anyways come on Jaems, It won't kill to take a little break and have fun, right Y/N ?"

"Okay, okay fine how about about we take a small break," Jaemin says getting up before smiling at how happy you looked

Let's just say it wasn't a small break you both took.....

Tuesday afternoon in the library (The day before the test)

"I'll never understand why it's so important to learn this, I honestly don't care about the human anatomy and how it works," You whine pushing your folder away from you

"You know your only learning about this because you chose this course" Jaemin says letting out a small laugh at your defeat

"Yeah well I only chose the scientific course because I wanted to have Laboratory but even that is hard and boring, I should have chosen the literature course like that I would of gotten art and I'm pretty sure that is much more fun and less hard than this human body thing. And also I wouldn't be alone because Renjun is there" You ramble out.

Jaemin pauses looking at you, then looking at all the school work flared out in front of you both before letting out a small sigh with a light laugh at the end.

"Look baby, I'm going to be honest with you. I know we've been studying for this test since last week but going the way we are going and the fact that the test is tomorrow, you're going to fail this test, I love you, but there's nothing we can do about it now" Jaemin says looking over at you before you let your head fall on the table with a bang gaining peoples attention. Jaemin just smiles at them before bringing his attention back to you caressing your back

"I knew it, I'm going to fail again and like you said there's nothing we can do" You mumble out lowly with a sigh following at the end

Jaemin doesn't respond but just sits there and comforts you.

Wednesday, ( test day )

The moment the teacher handed out the test papers, you knew you were doomed. On the first page you barely understood anything and the second page even less, though on the third page there was the graph that you studied so hard to remember, which you shockingly did. While filling out the graph you started remembering a few things Jaemin had taught you a few days prior.

30 minutes passed by pretty fast before you heard your teacher's timer going off "Okay times up, everyone pens down" He then proceeded to collect everyone's papers before going back to his desk to grade them leaving the class to do whatever.

"So how do you think you did ?" Jaemin says looking over at you, who was staring at the bracelet you were wearing

"Hm ? Oh umm well honestly I'm pretty confident, after I completed the graph suddenly things you had explained came into my head and I feel like I got a lot of things correct !" You say cheerfully. You honestly do think you did pretty well, all the answers suddenly came into your head at one pointed so yeah you are confident in yourself.

"I'm glad to hear that you're confident, It puts me at ease knowing I tutored you well" He smile at you like always

"Of course you did, you're a pretty good tutor y'know now I understand why Jisung always comes to you for help" You laugh softly

"Good morning everyone, i hope that today has been a pretty decent day for you all" Your teacher speaks out to the class walking in front of his desk. "Now before you ask yes I've graded yesterdays test, I will now hand them out" Your teacher announces.

"Yay finally, I could barely sleep last night because of this." You giggled cheerfully

Your teacher finally reaches yours and Jaemin's desk handing out your papers. When giving Jaemin his paper, you didn't miss your teacher giving him a small pat on his shoulder before giving you your paper with a small smile on his face. Giving him a small smile back you checked out your grade on the top right of the paper. The moment your eyes landing on your grade, you practically had stars popping out out of them.

With a little squeal of happiness you turn your paper around to show it to your lover with a huge grin on your face.

"Look !" You beamed happily at your boyfriend "Ahh thank you so much" Leaning in giving him a hug

"You're welcome my love," He chuckles looking down at you on his chest, reaching to pat your head "But you do know that having a 14/30 doesn't exactly mean you passed"

But you were quick to look at him and shush him with a finger to your lips "Don't ruin it for me, it's the highest grade I've gotten in this class" As your face changed from having a playful pout on it to having a smile letting a few giggles escape from your lips.

#i'm pretty proud of this one #jaemin x you #jaemin x y/n #jaemin x reader #jaemin fanfic #jaemin soft hours #jaemin imagines #kpop fluff #kpop writing #kpop imagines

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ohdeersthings · 3 years

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Love Festival

Kirishima Eijiro x F!OC

Summary: Being Fatgums adopted daughter can be challenging, especially when it comes to meeting his new interns while also having to keep watch over Eri.

Quirk: Ram

Quirk fact: Bring able to run, jump and react like a Ram, the user is able to also headbutt and cause great damage with their strength and horns. They also can digest anything like a Ram. Also has a fluffy wool tail, and a wool band around both wrists. Her legs from the waist down are ram legs, so she looks more like a Mythical Fawn.

Warnings: Fluff, cursing, enjoy!!

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"Oh hey Eraser Head! What's going on?" Fatgum answered his phone while sitting at his desk in his office at Fatgum Agency. "Fatgum, Midoriya and Togata have requested for Eri to be present at our School Festival, seeing as how Eri has bonded with Aki, do you think she'd be willing to join her on that day?" Aizawa questioned, standing outside Eri's hospital room where the young girl was currently having her lunch.

Fatgum pondered for a moment,"Well I don't see why she couldn't. I guess she could use a break too, between her assignments and being with Eri at the hospital, I'm sure she'd love it!" "Alright, I'll be sure to let the class know so they don't freak out. Speaking of, only Amajiki and the others in the Big Three have met Aki right? She was away on another assignment when Work Studies happened," Aizawa knew his students would probably freak out when seeing Eri's caregiver and friend, who was the same age as them but on a whole other level.

"You're correct, so Kirishima hasn't met her. It'll be fine though, I have full confidence that everything will be fine," Fatgum smiled into the phone, nonchalant about anything going on. "Alright, we'll discuss details later then," with that the two hung up.

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"Oh hey Togata!" Midoriya called out to Togata, waving him over from where Togata was hiding behind the bush. Togata narrowed his eyes, realizing he'd been found out before he can surprise them.

The dance team looked on in surprise as Togata stuck his bottom out from the bush, Eri standing beside him looking surprised as well, "Hey guys! I brought a PEACH for ya,"

"Eri!" Midoroya called out as he, Uraraka and Tsuyu ran up to greet them. "That dress looks so cute," Tsuyu commented, "You are precious!" Uraraka gushing in fondness. The girls couldn't help the big smiles on their faces.

"Midoriya, I finally got permission from the Principle," Togata climbed out of the bush and began brushing off his pants as Aizawa spoke, "in order for her to not get stressed, we're allowing her to roam around today before the Festival, also there's someone you all need to meet as well,"

The other dance team members came forward to introduce themselves to the young girl. "Well hello there, you must be Eri, I'm Iida, nice to meet you," "Wassup I'm Mineta, man you're gonna be a looker when you're older huh~" Mineta smirked, but the young girl hid behind Togata, "I want Aki,"

The name had taken them by surprise, "Aki? Whose that?" Midoriya questioned, confusion written on the Work Study kids faces. "Oh right, you haven't met her yet. Aki is Eri's caregiver, well when she's not on Assignments for Fatgum," Togata explained, "Eri can be a little shy around new people, but her and Aki get along very well,"

"Its perfectly alright to be shy," Iida commented, softening his voice to not scare Eri further. "Let's start the tour! Aki should be here soon, so I wanna show her as much of the school as I can so she can see what we do here, you wanna come along too Midoriya?" Togata extended the offer, knowing that since Aki isn't here, Eri might be calm with Midoriya around too. "You bet!" "Hey Dance Team! New idea!" Kirishima's voice broke out, before realizing Eri was there.

"Oh hey Eri! Wait, we've never been officially introduced," Kirishima crouched down to meet Eri's gaze when another voice broke out.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, someone decided to rob a gas station on the way over and I couldn't just leave the situation," it was a soft, silky voice that came from behind Aizawa. The students all turned their attention to see a young dark skinned girl about their age.

Her hair was a dark auburn red that came to below her shoulder blades, soft waves accentuating her purple eyes that seemed to have a swirl of white in them but were framed with thin gold wired glasses. Freckles dawned her nose and cheeks that were flushed with red, giving her an innocent look. What caught their attention the most was the Ram horns that protuded from her head, her legs being Ran legs with red fur like her hair but black hooves. Her outfit consisted of a off the shoulder wool dress she seemed to be wearing that came to stop at her upper thighs, a bell was wrapped around her neck and jingled everytime she moved, of course it also brought attention to her chest that was framed by the wool.

Some of the boys blushed, and Kirishima found himself entranced by her. "Aki!" Eri exclaimed, walking over to the girl who crouched down to her height, "I missed you!" Eri reached her arms out to her, Aki smiling and welcoming the girl into her arms, "I missed you too," giving Eri a nuzzle as the girls closed their eyes and embraced eachother.

"So you're Aki! It's a pleasure to meet you!" Midoroiya smiled, the class seemingly broken from the momentary shock. "The pleasure is all mine! Thank you for what you did for Eri, I would've been on the assignment too if Papa hadn't sent me on a different one," Aki greeted, before realizing she needed to properly introduce herself.

Standing up, Eri still in her arms as she bowed, "I'm sorry! My name is Toyomitsu Aki, it's so nice to meet you all, please call me Aki!" Straightening up, Eri wrapped her arms around Aki as rested her head on Aki's shoulder.

"Wait, Toyomitsu? Why does that sound familiar?" Kirishima wondered aloud, rubbing his head as if it would bring the answer to him. "WAIT I KNOW YOU!" Midoriya yelled out, eyes growing wide as he pointed toward Aki,"YOU'RE RAM-RAM, THE YOUNGEST PERSON TO EVER BECOME A HERO, YOU'RE ALSO FATGUMS DAUGHTER!" Now the students outside all yelled in shock, "WHAT!?"

"Oops, guess the cats out of the bag," Togata laughed, Aizawa just shaking his head in embarrassment from his students. "WAIT, you're really Fatgum's daughter!? Why didn't I know this!" Kirishima cried out, his head a mess knowing the girl he found cute was actually his Mentors daughter.

"Yeah, Papa adopted me when I was a baby, I hope this doesn't affect us becoming friends?" Aki smiled nervously, her small tail twitching in anticipation. "No way! That's so cool, let's take a break everyone, it's tea time!" Mina chimed in, hoping to calm everyone down from the excitement, "There will be more time to explain later, get on with the tour, we don't have time to waste," Aizawa called out, Togata and Aki nodding as Midoriya went to go change his clothes really quick.

"So if you're Fatgums daughter, you must know Amajiki right?" Kirishima questioned, trying to push through his nerves in front of the pretty Ram girl. He was determined to get to know his Mentors daughter. "Definitely! Tama-Kun is so nice, I love going on assignments with him, especially when he shares his food with me like Papa," Aki gushed, her red cheeks getting even darker with excitement, a closed eye smile making Kirishimas cheeks match hers in color. "My name is Kirishima Eijiro, my hero name is Red Riot, I'm actually a new intern at your father's agency for my Work Study," He introduced himself, holding out a hand in greeting.

Aki's jaw dropped and sparkles seemed to erupt from no where, "NO WAY! Papa has told me all about Red Riot, your name is a play off of Crimson Riot right!? I love that, he's such an amazing Hero!" Aki rambled, Kirishima feeling himself fall even harder.

Togata chuckled and took Eri from Aki, who was so engrossed in her conversation she didn't even seem to notice the weight lifted from her arms. Eri looked between the two red heads and noticed that Aki looks so happy, like when she finds a good object to chew on, then again anything was good to chew on for Aki.

"Totally manly right! Hey, are you gonna be here for our School Festival? It'll be totally killer, we're putting on a performance!" "Of course, I'll be chapperoning Eri that day so we won't miss it," The two had seemed to have fallen into their own little world, the other students just watching in amazement.

"I don't think I've seen Kirishima this excited before," Tsuyu commented, Uraraka and Mina nodding in agreement. "Oh jeez, he's got it bad," Ojiro laughed, Mineta seething from the mouth that he didn't get to touch the pretty animal girl. "He's got what?" Shoji asked, looking to Ojiro for answers, although Hagakure answered instead, "Kirishima is totally falling for Aki! What better romance is that!? An employee and the Bosses daughter? It's so forbidden but romantic!" Hagakure couldn't contain her excitement and started to swoon, Mina grabbing her shoulders as she tries to balance her friend.

"Hey Aki! Let's get this show on the road!" Togata called out, waving his arm to grab her attention. "Oh, coming MiMi-Kun! I guess I should go, we'll talk again soon, right?" Aki questioned, taking Kirishimas hands into her own, a bright smile on her face as her eyes seemed to sparkle. Kirishima felt his face warm up, but nodded, a nervous smile on his face from how close she was,"Definitely, we can meet up sometime at the agency maybe,"

"See ya later," she giggled, walking over and taking Eri's hand into her own. Kirishima could only watch with his heart beating out of his chest as the beautiful girl left, when he felt a hand on his back slap him forward, "OH MY GOSH KIRISHIMA, YOU'RE SO LUCKY, YOU SLY THING YOU!" Mina exclaimed, repeatedly hitting him in her excitement. "Way to go dude," Ojiro laughed, the rest of the students all smiling and calling out their support for him. "Come guys this is so not manly," he whined, embarrassed having realized they watched him and Aki. Yet he smiled and couldn't help but think 'Maybe this Festival will be good,'

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Walking around the school seemed to excite Eri and Aki, both wondering how all the different classes worked and what each class would put on for the School Festival.

Meeting up with Amajiki and Hado excited Aki to the point of her having steam come out of her nose in puffs, "Tama-Kun!Nene-chan!" She called out to them, Nejire flying over in greeting as they began to discuss the beauty pagent in detail and how Nejire was going to win this year.

"Hey! Maybe you should join Aki! I bet you'd be a shoe in for runner up!!" Hado squealed, wanting the girl who was like a little sister to join in on the fun. "Oh I'd live to Nene-chan but I'm not a student here," Aki smiled, though Midoriya thought her smile seemed a little forced, "plus I wouldn't wanna ruin your chances by competing, I'll be sure to cheer you on though!" Aki grinned, giving Hado two thumbs up who returned it. Eri looking between the two and then to her hands, mimicking them but smaller, though everyone swooned.

After visiting the Support Class last, they went to Lunch Rush's in the cafeteria to give Eri somthing to eat to finalize the tour. "Well that's all of U.A!" "What did you think of our School Eri?" Midoriya questioned, Eri though looked unsure, "I..I don't know," both boys looked at eachother nervously, but Aki smiled at her which gave Eri enough courage to continue, "But I can see how hard everyone is working, so I do wanna see how it turns out," Aki gave her a grin, proud of Eri for trying to speak out more and explain her thoughts and feelings.

At the end of the day, they returned Midoriya to Heights Alliance and said goodbye. "We'll be back on the day of the festival," Togata explained, pumping his arm in excitement, "So make sure it's killer,"

As they went to leave, Aki spoke up, "I will catch up with you in a moment MiMi-Kun, I wanna ask Midoriya somthing really quick," Togata nodded and escorted Eri out.

"What is it Aki? Is everything okay?" Aki stared at him for a second, before her eyes sharpened and it made him jump back, "What is your deal with Eri? What are you hoping to gain?" "W-what?" Midoriya was taken back, 'How can such a sweet and cute girl get terrifying to quickly!?'

"You seem very focused on making her happy. Why? I don't want anyone near Eri who was bad intentions," "It's not like that! When we found Eri that first time, I was so upset we couldn't do anything. I beat myself up everytime I think about it, I wanna be a hero that saves people with a smile. But Eri hasn't smiled once, so I wanna help her smile. I wanna help her become a child again, especially after what she went through," Midoriya was firm with his answer, now staring Aki back in the eyes, hoping to show her the true meaning of his intentions.

Aki suddenly smiled, sparkles surrounding her like with Kirishima earlier, "Okie dokie. I hope your goals come true," Midoriya sweat dropped, 'How bipolar can she be?' Aki then bit her lip nervously, arms behind her back as she shuffled, "I do have one more question, more of a favor though,"

This caught him by surprise, "Sure, what is it?" Holding out a folded up paper, she asked, "Can you give this to Kiri-kun for me?" "Huh!? KIRISHIMA!?" "Y-Yes, I know this sounds silly but.. he's very cute," Aki admitted, her face turning red and her tail stub swished back and forth.

"U-uh sure, I can give this to him. Wouldn't you wanna give it to him in person though," "I-I don't know..I don't wanna over step," "Nonsense, come on,"

With that Midoriya led her inside, the rest of the class unwinding in the main sitting area, though they looked in surprise with the girl in tow with Midoriya. "Hello again!" Mina greeted, "Guys this is Toyomitsu Aki, she's Eri's caregiver," Midoriya introduced the girl, her bowing to the class with a smile.

"Hello everyone, so pleased to meet you," her smile made them all flushed, 'SO CUTE'. "So what are you doing here? Is everything okay?" Jirou questioned, "I-I was hoping to speak to u-uh..Kirishima-kun," Aki was embarrassed, now noticing how many people were staring at her intensely.

"Did someone call me? Oh hey Aki! What's up?" Kirishima questioned, having just walked out of the kitchen, but smiled big when he saw the beautiful girl from this morning.

"H-hi! I just wanted to u-uh, give this to you," stumbling over her words, she tried to act relaxed but was dying on the inside and outside. "O-Oh, thanks," Kirishima blushed, taking the folded up note from her out stretched hand, when their fingers touched however they both jumped apart and their faces burned red.

Of course, Mineta took this time to try and sneak up behind the girl. Reaching his hand out to flip the bottom of her dress, mumbling on how it was so short, it'd be a crime to not go through with it. Thankfully, Kirishima took notice and pulled her to him, hardening his hand as he punched him away, "KNOCK IT OFF," He growled, holding Aki close in his left arm.

Aki shivered, noticing how his muscles squeezed her like she'd dissappear if he let her go. Tapping his chest, he realized he was holding her and jumped back, "I'm so sorry! He can just never keep his hands to himself and it'd be so unmanly if me to not step in," Kirishima freaked out, waving his hands and trying to plead his case. He froze though when Aki walked up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "It's alright, thanks for being my Hero," she winked, suddenly finding some courage in his embarrassment. "I'll see you at the festival like we talked about earlier, right?" Aki asked, let her hands rest on his chest, "U-Uh YYEaH Suree," his voice cracked, his whole mind running in auto pilot. "Awesome, I'll see you then," she turned on her hoof and began walking toward the exit, she looked over to the class in a whole and waved goodnight before exiting Heights Alliance.

A loud thud made everyone turn toward where Kirishima was, noticing he'd fallen over, his eyes swirling and a giant grin in his red face. "Aki's so cute," he chucked, Kaminari and Sero whooping for him while Iida lectured about proper PDA in the presence of others. All Kirishina knew is that the festival couldn't come soon enough.

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On the day of the festival, Aki and Eri sat in the back if a taxi has Togata sat up front and was going over the schedule for the day. "We'll catch 1-As performance, then race over to 1-B for their play, then it'll be lunch and the pagent, does that sound alright?" He turned to face the horned girls in the back, Eri's outfit was a cute red and white dress while Aki wore her usual wool dress only this time it was red to compliment her hair.

"Sounds great, we can probably catch 1-A setting up before they perform," "oo~you just wanna catch Kirishima before he performs, maybe to wish him luck~" Togata teased, Aki gritting her teeth and raising her hood, kicking him in the back if the head leaving a hoof print, "Hehe, nevermind," Togata smiled, Eri looking up at Aki, "Do you like Kirishima?" "U-uh well, I admire him so to say," Aki tripped over her words as Togata laughed at her misfortune.

Once they'd arrived at the school, Aki mentioned she was going to see Nejire before 1-A to wish her luck before she got ready.

"Nene-chan, are you in here?" Aki knocked, hearing a lot of voices from inside the dressing room. Opening the door, Aki was met with Hado, Yuyu, and a few other students. "Oh sorry, I just wanted to come wish you luck," Aki smiled, holding her hands together in front of her.

"Ram-Ram!?" The other students exclaimed, shocked that a young hero would show up here. "Oh hello! Wonderful to meet you," she bowed, greeting them as they momentarily freaked out before bowing back.

"Hey hey! What're you doing here Aki? Where's Eri? Or Togata?" "They went to go see 1-A real quick, I was about to go see them, just wanted to see you first," Aki sheepishly explained, Testutestu suddenly appeared in front of the girls face making her lean back in surprise.

"Wait a second are you that girl Kirishima is always talking about!? The pretty red haired Ram girl that is Fatgums daughter!" Aki flushed hearing the red haired boys name.

"Well it's nice to know he thinks of me," she said happily, before looking at the clock, "I've gotta go, I hope everything goes good for you girls!" She cheered, waving as she walked out leaving the others stunned, "Why does Kirishima always get the good opportunities," Testutestu cried out, falling to his knees depressed that a beautiful girl like that was already taken by Kirishima.

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"Hey! I'm not too late am I?" Aki called out, running up to the 1-A group. "Oh Ram-Ram! Welcome," Yamomo greeted, fiddling with her keyboard to make sure it was on the right setting. "We've still got about twenty minutes until we go on, Midoriya should've been back by now, he went to go get rope earlier," Kirishima mentioned, cheeks going a light pink at facing Aki again.

"Well I'm sure it'll be amazing, are you doing special affects?" Aki questioned, leaning close into Kirishimas personal space, "Y-Yeah, I hope you'll enjoy them," he smiled, running a hand through his hair. "HEY SHITTY HAIR, LETS GO WE AINT GOT ALL DAY!" Bakugou yelled out then realized Kirishima was talking to a girl.

"Hey Sheep Ass! What're you doing in here?! Don't be trying to pull anything dammit," Bakugou seethed, his teeth gritting together in annoyance of a new person.

"I was just wishing you guys luck," Aki began to ring her hands nervously, "Well we don't need luck! We'll kick ass either way dammit!" Bakugou exclaimed, getting in her face. Aki decided he needed to calm down and quit yelling.

Ramming her head into his stomach, Bakugou lurched forward coughing as he fell to the ground holding his stomach,"Damn Ram Bitch. What the fuck was that for," he gasped, rolling around on the floor in pain. "I didn't appreciate you being in my face," she calmly spoke, turning to Kirishima again who looked at her in awe at her strength.

"I'll leave you to it, you'll do amazing," her lips pressed to his cheek again, although this time they grazed the corner of his mouth slightly. Giggling she turned and left the room.

Silence ticked by for a second before Kirishima belted out, "GUYS THIS HAS TO BE AMAZING, TOP NOTCH MANLY," He hardened up without knowing, the others in the class around him sweat dropping at the sudden mood change.

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As the curtains opened and a deafening explosion happened, Aki smiled as Jirou started her song, the dancers and musicians knocking it out of the ball park all at once.

The beat had Aki dancing in place, Togata laughing at her as Eri watched in surprise of Midoroiya dancing, well at least until he went off stage for some reason. "He left," "He'll be back, let's keep watching," Togata assured her, the music still blaring into their ears.

The song kept continuing to grow in progress when all of a sudden a lot of special effects went off, Uraraka swinging out to the crowd and lifting some audience members off the ground, one of them being Aki who laughed and brought Eri with her who couldn't hold it in any longer, throwing her arms out and laughing, a giant smile on her face. Aki and Togata had tears in their eyes as they smiled, knowing this young girl had finally broken free from her shackles of a pervious life. Aki hugged her tight before spinning in a circle with her, both girls laughing together in glee as Togata cheered them on. The song came to an end as the audience screamed and cheered, Aki and Eri now holding onto Togata as the three of them embraced in a hug. Eri had finally smiled and it made the two older ones warm with happiness.

As the gym filled out, the three met up with Midoriya on his way back in, Togata congratulating him on a job well done. "It was so crazy! First there was a loud sound and it was scary, but then everyone started jumping, even Aki was dancing and then Deku you went away for a little bit. But then there was a spinning guy and it started to get cold and I saw a lot of birds and people went "Wow" and you know what I said? Wow too!" Eri rambled on, her arms being thrown everywhere in excitement as Togata and Aki copied her from her side. "It was so much fun! Especially when Aki flew in the air with me and we danced," Eri stopped when she noticed Midioriya getting tears in his eyes, "I'm so glad you had fun Eri," this caused Eri to smile wide at him, Aki not able to hold it in anymore and swooped her up, spinning in circles as both girls laughed together. The boys looking on with their own smiles.

Heading outside, they met up with some of the boys that were melting the ice. "Ah dang this ice is too big, hey Bakugou can you-" "Kick Force!" A voice cut off Kaminari as a blur of red jumped in the air and came down on the giant block of ice, breaking it into little pieces. "Whoa!" Peoole passing by stopped and stared, Aki standing up and fixing her glasses. "Is this okay?" She asked, tilting her head with a smile.

"Hey its Ram-Ram!" "I didn't know she'd be here!" "She's so cute!" Voices came from behind her, causing her to turn over her shoulder and smile at the students and give a wave causing them all to flush red from the adorableness.

"Hey Aki! How'd you like the show?" Kirishima asked, hands on his hips, but he quickly put them put to catch Aki who jumped at him, landing in his arms as hers went around his neck that was turning red, "It was so amazing! The lighting, the music, the dancing, it was so beautiful! The affects were so awesome too! It was a rush of adrenaline for sure," Aki couldn't help but gush over the performance, Kirishima grinning and twirled her around, cheeks still flushed, "THAT'S GREAT! I'm so glad you guys enjoyed it! I did happen to catch you dancing a few moves too," he winked, catching her off guard but she laughed and nodded, finally getting set back in the ground.

Togata watched for a second before smirking, "You know we still have about two hours or so before the pagent, why don't you show Aki the rest of the festival Kirishima!" Aki and Kirishima turned bright red, but both agreed to it as the rest of the class came out to begin their own sight seeing if the festival too. Kirishima grabbed Aki's hand and began to drag her out of sight, she looked back over her shoulder to see Togata and Eri waving to her, both smiling as she disappeared from sight.

Both red heads walked around, looking at all the different food vendors and games, before coming upon the High Striker game, where you bring the hammer down to ring the bell and win a prize. They went to walk past it before Aki noticed fluffy Ram and Shark plushies. Kirishima looked to her and then the prizes before waking up to the student running it. "Hey dude! What do you have to do to win those two?" Pointing to the plushies Aki was eyeing. "You've gotta ring the high bell, you only get one try though," the student informed, gesturing to the tallest one they had which looked to be about fifty feet high. Kirishima grabbed the hammer, Aki stopping him momentarily, "You don't have to do that Kiri-Kun" she informed, but he shook his head, "It wouldn't be very manly of me to not win a pretty girl the plushies she wants, so just sit back and watch," he grinned at her before turning his attention to the game in front of him. He hardened his body as he swung the hammer up and brought it down full force, the little rod shooting straight up and knocking into the bell, denting it but ringing it nonetheless.

Aki cheered in amazement as Kirishima was handed the two plushies, the student behind the counter complaining to himself about needing a new bell now. Aki was handed both but then looked to Kirishima and handed him back the Ram one. "Seems only fair you get one too, right," she giggled, Kirishima smiling and nodding, taking Aki's free hand into his again as they continued down the path. Both could agree that this was probably the best day ever.

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Standing at the gate to see the three off, Aki and Kirishima stared at each other for a minute before smiling softly to one another. "I'm glad you could join us, maybe you can come back another time?" Kirishima asked, hopeful he'd get to see her again, preferably outside of Work Studies and School. "Mmm, I don't know. I have my assignments and taking care of Eri too," Aki admitted, her purple eyes staring into his Ruby red eyes that were full of hope.

"Actually, I guess it's alright to tell you that you'll be seeing everyone alot more. We're planning on moving Eri into the dorms here, to keep a better eye on her and her progress with her quirk. Of course, her care taker is gonna have to be with her," Aizawas voice cut in, making both teens turn toward him in shock before turning back to each other.

Kirishima whooped and picked up Aki, spinning her around as they both laughed, setting her back in the ground, he blurted out, "Would you like to go out sometime?!" He realized what he said and burned red, but kept his eyes trained on her shocked face but she soon smiled shyly and nodded, "I'd love to, maybe you can show me a nice Cafe around here?" She asked, Kirishima nodding as he took out his phone to get her number so they can plan it for the day she comes back.

Aizawa and Togata watched the two as Midoriya and Eri said goodbye a little ways to the side, "I'm gonna regret this aren't I," Aizawa sighed, feeling the need to go to bed after such a long day, "Awe come on Eraser Head, it's cute," Aizawa merely shook his head, turning to walk off, "Some School Festival this turned out be," Togata only laughed and called out, "I'm pretty sure you mean Love Festival!"

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Hiiiii. Hope you enjoyed it. Let me know your thoughts! I know some people don't like OCs that much but I thought I'd give it a try.

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