#also his line about ‘having enough of these working class heroes’ or whatever. i was ready to fight him for that one

[crazyw3irdo]

saw jaws for the first time today and i can’t believe despite knowing so much about it through cultural osmosis i had no clue matt hooper existed and i love that funky little guy

#he’s just autistic about sharks and i love him for it. i forgive him for his crimes (being rich) #also his line about ‘having enough of these working class heroes’ or whatever. i was ready to fight him for that one #i knew about concerned police officer and weird old vaguely threatening fisherman but no one ever mentioned the silly little guy who just. #i knew when every jumpscare happened but i didn’t know one of the three main characters existed #he just loves sharks man. man was so funny. ‘hey i was told to tell you guys that you shouldnt all get in that boat’ ‘we’ll do it anyway’ #‘okay! they’re going to die :)’ #crazwaz posted #id seen the clip of matt discovering the body and the clip of them paddling to shore at the end!!! #but i’d never seen any clip of quint so i figured the one at the end was him and the body discoverer was a random character #he was wearing a wetsuit in the body scene and is seen from far away in behind in the final one so i have the right to not have realized ok #also weirdly enough my submechanophobia was not really triggered at all? which is wild. like one or two times it happened but like. that was #so weird to just. know that normally i’m scared of that kind of thing but it just. didn’t happen? like i’m scared of the jaws animatronic on #the universal ride! it scared me in pics and it scared me when i saw it irl! but bruce? nah she was just fine #that’s another thing i always think of bruce as she/her like. them all using he/him for the shark confused me #my brother mentioned she’s a girl in jaws 3d + in the wild girl sharks are bigger than boys so that’s probably what caused it #but i still think of godzilla as she/her and that one has like no evidence so maybe my brain just does that to them or smth

[maddascanbe-blog]

Miracu-class girls are done! It took less time than I initially anticipated, thank goodness. Let's talk re-write's and re-designs shall we?

Sabrina so freaking cute, give the girl her hat. It was probably a gift from Chloe. For her redesign I thought she would be the kind to dress in cute blouses and flowy skirts. She has tennis skirts in every color for every occasion. As for her re-write- anyone who saw how I changed Chloe probably will guess that their dynamic is drastically changes as well.

Sabrina met Chloe when they were in their tween years, Officer Roger having worked security for the Bourgeois on multiple occasions. One day he had to bring his daughter into work and Chloe found her wandering the halls. When a kidnapper tried to abduct Chloe, Sabrina sprayed him with pepper spray her father gave her and then kicked him in the dick for good measure. Chloe then declared that Sabrina should be her full-time body guard, and she technically is being paid to hang out with Chloe. But Sabrina would have done it with or without the money since Chloe is actually very endearing once you figure out how she works.

Alix is next! Alix's violently pink hair could not be ignored, so I kept it (albeit a little less saturated) Also she is in fact still short. Her outfits are probably all variations of sports gear unless she has an event to attend at the museum. I also tanned her up since I imagine she spends a lot of time outside, girl is sunburnt. She is actually a year ahead in history, having gotten too bored with junior level classes. So she's friends with some of the seniors too. I won't get into Bunnix anytime soon but- let's just say it's a lot more tragic than cannon would ever admit. The rabbit's powers are changing, and Alix still has to live with that.

On a lighter note, Juleka, as stunning as ever. Tall queen. She is a year behind since her lack of participation in classes ultimately tanked her grade in several subjects. Her band director was more then happy for her to stay an extra year though, since she is trained classically as well as electrically on the bass. She may not like talking, but she has little fear of performing when the music can do the talking. Her twin brother actually graduated early, and he's working now to help pay for the band the two want to start. Her design doesn't change much from her cannon one other than the fact I switched her ripped leggings for lace ones. I imagine she actually has many outfits in this color pallet, since Chat Noir quickly becomes her favorite hero.

Mylene, okay the change I made here is pretty obvious. I debated for a long time on whether or not I change her skin tone. And when I did the line art? Wasn't planning too. But changed my mind last second, since I thought it helped the color pallet more. This would imply she is mixed, with her dad looking pretty much the same as cannon. it's hard to tell her unless you look closely but I gave her freckles that just cover every inch of her. She is Sunkissed. He character isn't super different, she is still easily startled, but she knows what she believes and will fight for it no matter what.

And finally, Rose! The lovely Rosey! The flower child! Her nonspecific illness still definitely happened, but I like to think she has actually recovered. I do not know enough about most chronic illnesses to make any sort of specification on what she has so nameless headache disease it is! She struggled a lot as a kid, but now she's planning to start a non-profit to help kids who are going through hard times of their own. She definitely still has her down days, the fact that she nearly died so young is not something she is quick to forget. But she will do whatever she can to give other people hope, sinee she knows all too well what it feels like to be hopeless.

As for her design, she had a bucket of pink upturned on her. She did have to have her hair shaved as an affect of her illness but now it's growing back faster than ever. She gets it cut every time it gets past a certain length to donate it.

Luka is next!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous redesign #miraculous fanart #sabrina raincomprix #alix kubdel #juleka couffaine #mylene haprele #rose lavillant #akuma class #sabrina raincomprix redesign #alix kubdel redesign #juleka couffaine redesign #mylene haprele redesign #rose lavillant redesign

[prof-ramses]

Decided to rant about Striker's character and why I think he works (Warning: This ended up being massive)

The best analogy about Striker that I can make is that he isn't really a cowboy, but a comic book villain who themes himself around being a cowboy. Now that I've done the meme-y version, allow me to actually explain.

A lot of people seem to overlook that there is a single thread that holds together Striker's personality, and is the root of most of his characterization. And that thread is a need for respect.

Let's look through his appearances and explore how his obsession manifests:

Harvest Moon Festival:

In his first episode, Striker presents himself as a model Wrath imp in order to gain the trust of Millie's family and Blitz. The only person he breaks character around is Moxxie, since he assumes Moxxie's insecurity about not being good enough in the eyes of his in-laws will make him automatically respect someone who they do approve of.

He later breaks character when Blitz catches him, he tries to convince Blitz that they're too good to live their lives around the whims of nobles, he tries to show himself as someone who can get Blitz what he wants, or rather, what Striker thinks Blitz wants, again to seem like someone who's "got it figured out" .

Another note worthy thing is his very professional way of speaking with Stella in both this and the next episode he's in, we'll get back to this later.

Western Energy:

The first point of interest is easy to miss the significance of, when breaking into the Richest Cup he makes it as dramatic as possible, he's trying to show himself as dangerous enough to warrant such cocky recklessness while surrounded by goetic demons.

After he takes Stolas we see his hideout which is full of scavenged western imagery that looks like an ominous lair, but upon closer inspection is actually a meager living arrangement for a deeply troubled demon.

His actual rant to Stolas includes a line about nobles taking everything lower class demons care about, showing WHY respect is important to him, he's never felt that he, or the part of society he belongs to, have been respected, or as he later says, all nobles do is try to talk over them.

Striker torturing Stolas shows how his need for respect is reflected in him being an assassin, he thinks he can get respect through fear, that having the most primal form of authority over someone will make him feel more significant. And this is why Stolas and I.M.P. are his greatest enemies, their irreverence makes them the only targets that don't play his game, that remind him of what he really is, a desperate, fragile, hero in his own mind, willing to do whatever it takes to prove his importance, not to others, but to himself.

Once again, he's begrudgingly cordial towards Stella despite his hatred of royals, in an effort to get even a fleeting acknowledgement of his worth. Showing that his belief that he can play into people's minds to get what he wants extends to his emotional wants as well.

Oops:

Here we see Striker in a much different light, mostly due to his new employer. First off, he's much more open with his frustration and moments of weakness, despite Crimson actually being physically present there and being able to see and hear everything. I think this is because Crim is a rare example of someone Striker doesn't feel he needs respect from. Crimson is, at least in Striker's eyes, an imp who has found moderate success by mimicking the lifestyle of a royal. He might not show it, but Striker probably resents Crimson just as much as, if not more than, he resents Blitz and Fizz, since Crimson has no actual royal support (that we know of).

Speaking of Blitz and Fizz, in his interaction with them in the cage scene we get the most blatant example of Striker thinking that his victimhood as an imp makes his "accomplishments" more worthy of respect, as he completely skirts around the fact he's the only hybrid out of the three, and we also learn he's aware of all this on at least some level when he threatens Fizzarolli for comparing him to a royal due to his arrogance.

And lastly, the climax when he grabs Fizz and the moment when we get the immortal line "Why is it always a sex thing!?", and why is it always a sex thing? Why do the members of IMP and those close to them not fall for his act? Put simply, it's due to trust, no matter how skilled or intimidating he is, Striker is still a loner with no one and nothing to fall back on beside his own skill. In sharp contrast to this the main cast have strong enough bonds that they know someone will oppose him. For example, Striker's attempt at demoralizing Stolas fails because he didn't think Blitz would trust his employees enough to do the saving.

So, yeah, I think Striker currently has a better thematic through line than any other villain in the series and I'm interested in seeing where they take him next. That being said, I feel Crim could be just as great and will probably make a similar post for him after his third episode.

#helluva boss #hellaverse #helluva boss analysis #hb striker #hellaverse striker #hb blitz #hellaverse blitz #hb millie #hellaverse millie #hb moxxie #hellaverse moxxie #hb stella #hellaverse stella #stella goetia #hb stolas #hellaverse stolas #hb crimson #hellaverse crimson #hb fizzarolli #hb fizz #hellaverse fizzarolli #hellaverse fizz #really proud of this #probably gonna do more of these #don't ask when though :P #writing this actually made me like striker more #so that's also a plus #writing analysis

[that-ari-blogger]

Simple Answers

Who is Luz Noceda?

If I was to ask you this question after only seeing a scene or two from the Owl House, your answer would probably be very different to if you had watched the entire series.

This isn't groundbreaking, it's what happens when you spend time around any person or character, they start to appear more complex to you as you get to know them more.

But that's kind of the point here, because the Owl House is a series about embracing your weirdness and individuality in contrast to first impressions. A single question like "who is x person" is inadequate, and others should be added to understand the nuance there.

The First Day asks two more questions. "Who does everyone else think Luz is?" and "Who does Luz herself think she is?"

Let me explain.

SPOILERS AHEAD

The Owl House has a thing for introductions. Luz gets so many over the course of the series, and it's fascinating to see how she changes just by the way in which she gives her title. She is the good witch, or the human, or hero, whatever she decides.

The opening scene to The First Day is interesting to me, because it's an audition. Luz is being asked to present her skills, but I don't think that's what she is being tested on.

"Spells cast with paper, I've never heard of such a thing. But is it enough to pass the exam?"

Bump deliberately leans into the theatricality here, messing with Luz's confidence to see what she does. The series has established that all Luz needs to do to pass the exam is cast two spells, so why is there a stage? And why does Bump ask this question?

Because Bump wants to know who Luz is. His first impression of her has been a troublemaker, and he has seen some skill, but what else? He wants is to see how she reacts to stress, is she resourceful? Is she imaginative? In my reading, Luz had already passed the test and Bump wanted to know more about the student.

This is an episode about breaking moulds and meeting expectations, and so we are introduced to the primary conflict of the episode, that being the track system. Students can only learn one kind of magic, or they are branded as troublemakers and can't learn magic at all. You have to colour within the lines, and make what kind of art will get points.

That works backwards into the test as well. Where at first glance, it is a test about skill, it is actually more complex, just like the students undertaking it.

The school is also trying to appeal to a perception as well, with the inspector. The school only shows its best and brightest, who have achieved exactly the point of their classes. This is what the school teaches, isn't it so perfect?

The basilisk scene is also interesting on a side note because it is why I like Bump so much. For all of his flaws, the second there is a student in danger, Bump interposes himself between the student and that danger. It doesn't work, but it's an attempt, and it kind of foreshadows later on in the episode, which I will get to in a bit.

If you are studying creative writing at a High School level, you have probably been told that first impressions are everything. You need to introduce your characters well, you need to open in the action, or with a question. And this isn't wrong, I literally opened this post with a question to grab your attention.

But if you are familiar with my blog, you will probably have guessed that I take issue with this advice. Write a story how you like, it doesn't have to be good, you just have to tell it. There are rules of art, yes, but they are more like guidelines, and often the way you make something incredible is by doing your own thing. Maybe what you want coincides with the rules, maybe it doesn't. It's art, do what you want.

I can't speak for other countries, but the Australian system for teaching literary studies is seriously lacking. You get told themes to analyse your texts with, instead of forming your own reasoning. I distinctly remember a teacher telling me that "your personal voice will be shown by how you write what the HSC wants." And this is understandable as a system. It's not agreeable, but I understand why it is what it is. The HSC is designed for evaluating thousands of students quickly and efficiently. It doesn't do personability because it can't.

This carries over into creative writing. If you want to do well in that area, you need to write from your own experience. The story has to open with action. It needs to be realism, so no weird fantastical elements. The marker needs to be able to check of elements of the story. It is draconian, but from what I have heard, it is somehow a more efficient system to certain other countries.

So, why am I ranting about school? Because The Owl House is a fantasy, and the fantasy it is exploring is "what if you could change the system?" And part of that is Bump, because Bump is a character who fundamentally has the students' best interests at heart. So when he clocks on to the system being unsuited, he changes it.

"I'm smart enough to know when I'm wrong"

But perceptions go both ways, and Luz has spent the series so far battling her own preconceived notions about what the story is about. When she enters the detention track, she immediately dismisses it as boring and that comes back to bite her later.

Viney keeps coming up when people mention first impressions, and I will mention her again when that happens. Her character design actually has a cool little detail that hints at that, and its her earring. It's quirky and weird, a fishhook through her ear. But its only on one ear, meaning that when she is introduced and she is leaning on her hand, it isn't visible. But when Luz makes her smile, she turns her head and the audience can see that earring and reveal something interesting that Luz missed.

Where the coven system stands for actively restricting people into areas, the track system stands for refining people into those boxes. Its a parody of the house system in a certain book series that I am dodging around the name of. In said book series, there are four houses that students are sorted into based on core personality traits - brave, clever, evil, and boring - and that system is scuffed as all hell, because not only does it not account for the fact that the character traits aren't mutually exclusive, it forms a self fulfilling prophecy.

Evil house students are assumed as villainous unless proven otherwise, so naturally they are outcasts who want to shake up the system, some are genuinely terrible folks, but at least one is only mean because he is expected to be. And the headmaster of that school explicitly notes that its a problem and doesn't make any attempt to change it.

So, what happens when you find a person who is both brainy and brave? Or a student who shows a skill for both healing and beast magic? What do you do?

Well, you stop relegating people who are complex as "troublemakers" for one, but you also stop forming stereotypes of people.

Final Thoughts

The First Day is a sound episode of the Owl House. It's fun and engages with the themes of the series in a neat way. This is the episode when then story makes itself clear about how it is engaging with archetypal storytelling, that being how actively it subverts it. This is also the episode with some of the funniest references in it, specifically the choosy hat is a favourite of mine.

Bump is a fan favourite character for a reason. He listens, and he adapts. This is an authority figure who gets called a dingus and his immediate reaction is "maybe I am a dingus."

Also, Basilisks are extinct. Remember this, this will come up again. The basilisks were dead to begin with, as dead as a doornail.

Anyway, next week I will be looking at Very Small Problems, so stick around if that interests you.

Previous - Next

#rants #literary analysis #literature analysis #character analysis #what's so special about...? #the owl house #toh #the owl house luz #the owl house bump #principal bump #principal Hieronymus Bump #Hieronymus Bump #luz noceda #owl house #toh luz #toh bump

[voicesoffiction]

Two Steps Ahead | Takami Keigo/Hawks x Model! Reader

Summary:

You worked hard to get to where you were in the entertainment industry. You spent every single day cultivating your craft, taking acting classes, practicing poses, building your portfolio, attending auditions, and getting rejected from said auditions. The point is, breaking into “the biz” in a city as populated as Musutafu isn’t easy, well, unless you’re a pro hero. Enter Hawks stage left. This bird-child, this sesame street knock-off, this weak ass four piece nugget combo with a side of little bitch gets brand deals handed to him left and right simply because he just so happens to save lives on the regular.

Well, his jawline doesn’t exactly hurt his chances or anything but… Pfft. So!

You land a brand deal with the biggest fashion designer in Musutafu, however, it's hard to keep it together with a certain winged hero's persistent teasing. Can you keep it together long enough to make anything of your mediocre modeling career? Or will you (quite literally) burst under the pressure?

Hi, I hope you enjoy this fic! This fic also has a sequel, Four Steps Backward that takes place about six months later. There are some bits of Korean thrown in the fic as Sun Tae Hee is a Korean fashion designer and Takami knows little Korean. The English translations are in parenthesis immediately after the Korean.

Gender Neutral Reader, Mild Angst, Takami is a lil shit, But he's hot. I also have an Archive of Our Own now??? So here it is haha! This is also the first installment of a multi-part series

----------------

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”

Hawks. Mother fucking Hawks the number two pro hero himself sauntered on set vermillion wings taking up so much space like he owned the place. Which you would like to clarify by stating he did not in fact own the place. Honestly between the two of you, if anybody owned the place it was you. Okay well officially no you did not own the place in the slightest, but you were a professional model while Hawks was… Hawks was so ... did you even need to explain yourself?!

You worked hard to get to where you were in the entertainment industry. You spent every single day cultivating your craft, taking acting classes, practicing poses, building your portfolio, attending auditions, getting rejected from said auditions. The point is, breaking into “the biz” in a city as populated as Musutafu isn’t easy, well, unless you’re a pro hero. 

Enter Hawks stage left. This bird-child, this sesame street knock off, this weak ass four piece nugget combo with a side of little bitch gets brand deals handed to him left and right simply because he just so happens to save lives on the regular. 

Well, his jawline doesn’t exactly hurt his chances or anything but… Pfft. So!  

“Doll! Good to see you again!” He gave you a sickeningly sweet smile and a wave from across the set as he made his way toward you. He always did that, he always teased you on set.

“What are you doing here?” You kept your glare fixating it upwards as he grew closer, towering over you, wings practically encircling your frame. That was a dumb question. At this point in your career, you shouldn’t bat a false lash embellished eye at the man in question waltzing his way through the doors of a pastel-colored beach themed set for a magazine spread of the latest drink of the Summer. You see, you and Hawks found yourselves working on set together quite frequently. Whether it was last spring’s athletic wear shoot, the autumn cardigan line, or that god damn Christmas brand deal for Quick’n Chick’n, you and Hawks kept running into each other. You guys had done so many shoots and commercials together, fan forums were beginning to talk. But- like- come on you, and Hawks? A couple? Please. Wait not like— ~ Please, but like— whatever you know what I mean.

“What do you mean?” 

He smirked down at you feigning innocence. “I’m just here to talk about the joy that is Squeeze Soda.” 

He leaned in causing you to stumble back. W-what was he doing. You barely had time to process before he reached passed you grabbing one of the aforementioned complimentary beverages on the refreshment table behind you. You shivered at the brief contact you made as he practically caged you trapping you in the narrow space between him and the table. And the worst part? He thought nothing of it, releasing you upon retrieving his drink and popping the marble cap with ease. He took a long camera-ready swig making a point to flash his Adam’s apple as it bobbed up and down with each gulp and finishing off the ordeal with a dramatized "~Aaah. Man, this stuff really is good, you should try some!" He dropped his voice to a whisper as he leaned into your ear. "Might help quench your thirst." And with that, he began to walk away. 

Oh, this photogenic asshole!

"You know what?!" You called after his retreating figure. "We may be working on set together but you’re out of your tiny little bird-sized mind if you think I'm gonna even gonna pretend to like your idiotic tomfoolery. I-" 

You were about to continue when the loud click-clack of stilettos echoed through the building. Oh, you knew the sound of those Louis Boutons anywhere. Sun Tae-hee. 

Why didn't your agent tell you that the most iconic triple threat fashion designer, photographer, and director in Musutafu would be shooting this spread?! This could make or break your entire career! Even in her heels she still barely reached 4 ½ feet and an intimidating 4 ½ feet at that with her white bob and signature oversized glasses with lenses as thick as the magazines she shoots for. She was like a judgmental grandma, with shoulder pads sharp enough to stab a bitch.

“Hawks my darling, my muse! How are you, how are you?” 

Sun’s cool demeanor melted as she made her way across the warehouse, her timid assistant close behind, pecking away at her tablet and greeted Hawks.   

“Sunny! Annyeong seyo neo jeolm-eo boinda (Hello you look young).” 

“Hawks, oh you are just as charming as ever nae sae (my bird)!” 

“Oh well, it comes with the package.”

Sun giggled before gasping suddenly, “You! With the uh mediocre clothing!”

You glanced around, everyone else was busy with the set, strategically placing beach balls and coolers down in the pink artificial sand. There’s no way she was talking to one of— wait… was she—

“A-are you talking to me?” You asked, your voice shook as you spoke. You were talking to the Sun Tae-hee.

“Yes child, is there anyone else around?” She said. And she was talking to you!

“N-no! Of course not I uh—”

“Go fetch us some iced cucumber water while we wait for the talent to arrive. The other model seems to be late not that I’m surprised and there’s no way in hell I’m drinking this rainbow vomit. I’d sooner choke on the marble inside than let that sugary monstrosity clog up my pores from the inside out.”

Hawks cleared his throat awkwardly before stating, “Uh Sunny, that is the other model, we know each other.”

Great. Your first impression on Sun Tae-hee is that you’re the help. 

“Oh. Oh yes!” Sun quipped, “We can work with this! Um, Hyung Jee?” 

“Y-yes ma’am?” The assistant stopped her typing looking up from her tablet and down at the woman. 

“Casting Director, haego (fire them).” 

“Yes ma’am.” Hyung Jee nodded and returned to her typing this time with a newly lit fire in her.

“Wait.” You muttered, “What was that, what did she just say?”

“Let’s just say it might be time for Sayoko San to consider seeking employment elsewhere.”  

You jumped as Hawks’ voice came from behind you, “when — how did you get here?!”

He eyed you for a second pupils shifting from you, to Sun and back again. Hawks gave a casual shrug “Getting places fast, s’kind of my thing doll.”

With that, he spun on his heel and trailed towards Hyung Jee whispering something in her ear. She gave a nod and pulled out her phone alongside her tablet. You watched with pursed lips as the two exchanged numbers. Wait. Is he — Is he serious? Did this man have an ounce of professionalism in his body?

“Okay!” Sun clapped her hands sharply, causing the two of you to jump. “Let’s go over the vision! There’s sunshine, pretty pastels, sandcastles, and you two! Our star lifeguards, a couple, in love, enjoying an ice cold bottle of — Hyung Jee.”

“Yes Ma’am!”

“What is the name of this bottled diabetes again?”

“Squeeze Soda.”

“Squeeze Soda! The drink of the summer, yes!”

“I-i’m sorry” You nearly choked on your own spit, “Did you say we were going to be a couple?”

Out of all the campaigns you’ve done together, you two have never been together together. You two have posed as sporty pals, study buddies, chicken connoisseurs god damn that Christmas brand deal! And you were barely able to tolerate him then! Now the most critical eye in the fashion industry wants you both to pose as a couple?

Sun paused, her next words came out very slow and calculated as if she were speaking to a toddler, “Hawks, nae sae?” 

“Yes ma’am?” He replied,

“Does your mediocre model friend not speak Japanese? Because I believe — and correct me if I’m wrong — I believe I clearly said that you two will be a pastel couple in love, yes?”

“Uh, yes Sunny that is what you said.”

“So, why am I having to repeat myself to your mediocre model friend?”

“I’m sure it was just a misunderstanding, my friend here speaks perfect Japanese but uh can be a bit slow to pick up on things, you know how models are. Won’t happen again!” Hawks flashed Sun his signature Hawks smile in typical Hawks fashion and all seemed to be forgiven. 

“Good. I sure hope not. You two head over to hair and makeup to get changed.” Sun said as she took off in a brisk walk, poor Hyung Jee struggled so hard to keep up you would have thought it was her in the stilettos. “Chop chop I have seven more shoots today and I’m thirty seconds behind schedule because someone decided they needed to be babied and have everything explained to them — Hyung Jee!”

“Yes ma’am!”

“Rehire the casting director!”

“Yes ma’am.”

“And then fire him again! I want to rub salt in his wounds, make him relive losing his job all over again. Having to tell his kids that he is no longer able to provide for his family because he is such an imbecile! And then when you’re done be a dear and book me a reservation for lunch at that Unagi place we were talking about on the way here. All this yelling really has me feeling peckish.”  

Your stomach dropped, you’ve been promoted, no, demoted?  From the help to mediocre model friend, and even worse, Hawk’s mediocre model friend. Sheesh, at least when you were the help Sun talked to you directly. 

Shaking your head, you followed behind Hawks as we walked ahead toward hair and makeup. 

 “So you know Sun Tae-hee.” 

You couldn’t help yourself. If you could you would’ve given him the silent treatment after that, “you know how models are” stunt he pulled out there, and asking the assistant for her number?! Did he take anything in this line of work seriously?! But you had to bring this up! How was Hawks so buddy-buddy with someone like her? Sun! Not the assistant, you didn’t care about the assistant. Honestly, you didn't see what he saw in the assistant. She was okay, but you wouldn’t necessarily say she was his type. That should be you! 

Again, no, not the assistant. We’re not talking about the assistant, shut up about the assistant! That should be you who’s all close with Sun Tae-hee. You were the one in the fashion industry after all.  

“Oh, Sunny?” Hawks chuckled as he spoke, “Yeah, we go way back! She handles all the costume work at my agency. She can be a bit on the uh… diva side but that’s just ‘cuz she’s a busy woman and she’s passionate about what she does.”

“And you also speak Korean?” You added.

“Oh, that?” He shrugged. “You become pretty well-traveled in my line of work. Especially with the whole…”

Hawks didn’t speak instead illustrating his point by spreading out his wings in all their vermilion glory. Several stagehands gasped snapping quick pics on their phones at the sight of the number two pro hero’s famous fierce feathers on full display, a few even cheered while you — well you choked as you got smacked with a face full of floof. The thing is, you can’t even be mad, you should’ve known. After all, Hawks was walking ahead of you, he was always ahead of you.

While getting styled, you struggled to keep the bitter thoughts out of your head.

"Pfft, ' well-traveled?' Thanks for the brag, asshole. Ooh look at me I’m Hawks and I can get whatever I want because I have back muscles for days meh meh meh."

“I do?” 

Aw fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu —

The man in question poked his head in the entrance of your dressing room. Ohoho of course this dickwad’s not wearing a shirt. Fucking, back muscles. Your thoughts were out of your head alright, so much so  that you were mumbling all of them out loud for the past five minutes. You shot a glare in the mirror towards your makeup stylist for not calling you out on it. She only shrugged and continued to touch up your foundation, taking care to cover up the growing crease in your forehead. “What are you doing here?” you seethed,  “Shouldn’t you be getting styled? A-and why aren’t you wearing a shirt?!”

“First, hair and makeup’s kinda a drag so I tend to breeze through it, and second,” Hawks gestured towards his bare chest red lifeguard-esque swimming trunks that seemed to compliment his wings perfectly, (as everything does),  “It’s a beach photoshoot, and if I’m not mistaken I recall a certain doll telling me I had back muscles for days?”

You kept your head forward, watching Hawks’ reflection in the mirror as a smirk crept its way along his features. Did the makeup artist add blush yet? Nope? She had just moved on to eyes? Okay! Cool! Just wondering!

You let out a sharp exhale through your nose, turning your head to the side in indignation. The makeup artist cussed as she watched her eyeliner work go from “ready for flight” to “jacked up in a fight” in a matter of seconds. Seriously, they looked like shit, could you keep your face still for like two seconds? Please?

There was a beat of silence before Hawks spoke up. “Listen uh, you seem pretty tense, like even for you, did you wanna talk about anything?”

“I — MMMMMMPH!” Revenge of the makeup artist! Your mouth was squished shut as she (rather violently) added some color to your lips. She released her death grip, cleaned up your eyeliner, and stormed out of the room. Rude.

You sighed, massaging your now sore lips, taking care not to smudge your powder. Maybe Hawks was right. You did feel a bit uptight and you shouldn’t be taking it out on him. You opened his mouth to respond, only to be cut off by another person shoving their head in the dressing room. “Shoot starts in five!” it was Hyung Jee.

“Thank you five!” you spoke in unison.

You and Hyung Jee made eye contact as she lingered in the room for a second, well, more like you made contact with her tablet which she held up to her face. It was like the thing was super glued to her hands only letting up to allow her to type and tap away at the keyboard. Eventually, she took her leave leaving you and Hawks alone once more.

“I don’t have anything to say to you.” You snapped.

Welp. So much for apologizing. 

You spared one more glance at Hawks through the mirror. “You should probably head back to your dressing room, see if Hyung Jee needs anything since you two are pretty close now,” you said. “Maybe you should exchange Twittergram handles while you’re at it! Since you already have each other’s numbers.”

“Don’t need to,” he said, “We were already following each other before this,” he smirked letting his eyes rest on you for a second, before taking his leave. 

The shoot was...awkward to say the least. Hawks was right, you were more tense than usual. And why was that? Normally your minor annoyance with Hawks was just that, a minor annoyance. But today, well, if you were being honest with yourself, you were being kind of… mean . Snapping at him and blatantly ignoring him. It went way past the normal banter you two engaged in.  But you weren’t being honest with yourself. You were angry with yourself which in turn made you angry with Hawks. He was the one who was so unprofessional to ask a girl for her number on set and rub it in your face . He was the one who whacked you in the face with his dumb wings. He was the one who constantly upstaged you on every project you worked together on I mean — Here you are struggling to get your name out in the entertainment industry. Your actual name, not just “Hawks and mystery model” as the gossip forums like to put it. Meanwhile, Sun Tae-hee- oh, I’m sorry— Sunny is Hawks’ personal stylist.

You couldn’t wrap your head around it. Like objectively sure, you got it. Hawks was definitely a site for sore eyes, any product you stuck his face on or article of clothing you slipped his toned body in was sure to sell and that’s... great! But! This was your chance to make a good impression on one of the — no, the biggest name in the fashion industry and Hawks just… overshadowed you.

“Mediocre Model! Focus! Are you on my set or are you in Lala Land?” Sun’s voice snaked into your headspace snapping you out of your daze. Sun shot you an impatient glare from behind the camera where she stood on her step stool. Oh. Right. 

You tried to focus on setting the scene, enjoying a refreshing beverage on the pastel beach shore, enjoying a refreshing beverage on the pastel beach shore , you mentally chanted to yourself. Sheesh, your look was less “lifeguard” and more “space cadet”. But it wasn’t completely your fault! Hyung Jee kept fluttering around the edge of the set on her tablet, it was distracting! What, was she stalking Hawks now? 

“Hawks darling,” Sun said, “lean in a little you know how hard it is to get your wings in the frame.”

Hawks gave a soft chuckle as he tilted closer to you. You felt his breath tickle your neck, the slight shiver your body gave as the little hairs on your skin prickled. You clenched the prop soda in your hand so hard you thought the glass was gonna shatter. Shit, stay focused, you’re on camera, don't let your emotions show through your face. 

“Hold that face! It’s charming, it's fun, it's — ” Sun paused, shifting his gaze from Hawks to you, “No, not you. I want Gilligan’s Island, you’re giving me Jaws. Very ‘Ah! He’s gonna eat me!’ nawt a look that will sell rainbow diabetes water.”

She was right, you were way off your game today. Come on, get it together! You two were supposed to be a couple, time to act like it. You decided to change up your pose, reclining your back against Hawks’ chest. You leaned your head back, closed your eyes, and took your own camera-ready swig of soda. 

“Yes yes!” Sun exclaimed.

Yes! You thought.

“Shower me!” Sun cried “I am the Sahara Desert on the driest day of the year, give me a cool glass to drink, give me life, give me … Hyung Jee?!”

Hyung Jee jumped, looking up from her tablet she was hovering offset by you two, tapping away.

“Squeeze Soda M-ma’am. ”

“Right! Give me Squeeze Soda!” Sun screeched, throwing her hands in the air and jumping off her step stool. In one swift move, she snatched her camera and somersaulted on the ground to get a better angle. Her eyes were wide, her glasses were crooked and her normally flawless bob was now disheveled, angled this way and that. How was she so limber? Wasn’t she like — sixty-something? Sorry , no , according to the tabloids she never aged past 25. You now understood why her shots were so quintessential. She was a mad woman.

See that Hawks. You thought triumphantly as Sun continued to snap away. You’re not the only one who can serve looks. You hardly noticed Hyung Jee fluttering around Hawks anymore.  

Hawks, being Hawks, played along splendidly and for a moment, you two actually looked like a real couple. Hawks buried his face in your neck, mumbling in your ear.

This was everything Sun wanted! A colorful bubblegum pop drink of the summer shoot!  It was fun! It was bubbly! It was —

“You really think I’m gonna eat you?” 

“PPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFTttt’’

Refreshing.

You both watched in horror as Sun produced a silk handkerchief from her blazer and wiped the Squeeze Soda that drenched her face and…everything else.

Well...She did say to shower her.  

“I believe,” Sun said after a looong beat of silence “That we have enough shots for today. Hyung Jee. Cancel the rest of my shoots, and cancel lunch. Send the helicopter I want to fly straight home and take a loooong hot bath. But before you do all that. Sun eyed you dangerously.

“I want you to rehire and fire the casting director one more time. For good measure.”

Hyung Jee gave a shaky nod uttering another one of her “Y-yes ma’ams” before returning to her tablet and typing away feverishly.

Well. There went your big break.

You woke up the next day to the blue light of your phone nearly blinding you in the dimness of your studio apartment. 

Your phone was —

Bzzt.

Your phone was —

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Your phone was blowing up okay?!

You felt your cheap comforter crinkle as you rolled over to your nightstand to check the notifications. Probably an email notifying you of the end of your modeling career. Fired.

Bzzt. 

Rehired.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Fired again.

Bzzt Bzzt Bzzt.

Oh look you got your job back!

Bzzt. 

SIKE! HAHA!

Dear Mediocre Model, 

We take great delight in informing you that your contract at Musutafu Modeling Agency has been terminated. No need to stop by cooperate to pick up your things, we’re burning them. Though, if you’d like, you’re more than welcome to spit soda on that too. It’ll do wonders to put out the garbage fire that is your modeling career. In the meantime, we hear Quick’n Chick’n is hiring! We’d send them your resume but they’d probably just use it as wrapping paper for their sandwiches.

Toodles! Sincerely —

Bzzt.

Okay… maybe you should stop imagining things and actually see for yourself what all the fuss is about.

You took a deep breath and unlocked your phone. Wait. This wasn’t an email. These were notifications from Twittergram. Someone had tagged you in a post. Hawks.

So I think we should all take a moment to appreciate this refreshing face. You all know them as Mystery Model but they’re so much more. We’ve worked together on several projects upon my request and while they can definitely be...intense at times. They photograph amazingly, even when they’re not trying. Here’s their Twittergram handle, and if these pics aren’t enough for you to believe me, I strongly reccomend booking a shoot so you can see for yourself.

You scrolled down to see... pictures of you. Recent pictures, like from yesterday. You don’t remember seeing these in the drafts after the shoot. They were mostly taken from side angles and they weren’t posed either, these were from moments in between shots. Your face was relaxed, natural, and it looked good. Hawks face wasn’t in any of these which is next to impossible because, as we already established, he’s Hawks, and if you have a chance to shove his face on something. You take it. You were perplexed to say the least as to who could’ve taken these pictures but that soon turned into full-on bewilderment upon viewing the next photo. You were in the dressing room, fully clothed, of course, sitting in front of the vanity looking right at the camera. Then it clicked.

Of course! It all made so much sense! The lingering glances, the constant hovering during the shoot, it was Hyung Jee. But… why? And how did Hawks get these pictures? You jumped as your phone vibrated again, someone was calling. You didn’t recognize the number.

“H-hello?”

“Hey doll. Did you sleep in?”

You nearly dropped your phone.

“Hawks? How did you — I never gave you my number.”

“I have connections.”

You could practically hear the winged hero’s casual shrug, that and a slight breeze. Like he was standing on top of a building or something, not even 12 hours later and he’s already back to hero work.

“You made a post about me.” You said, cautiously. You felt self-conscious as your eyes ran over his words once more. “Refreshing, So much more, worked together upon his request. So that’s why you were constantly running into him.

“Oh yeah, that.”

What did he mean ‘Oh yeah, that’?! Wasn’t that why he was calling you?

You opened and closed your mouth, dumbfounded as you tried to find words that weren’t profanity.

“Well, w-why’d ya do that bird brain?!”

All of your annoyance melted away as you heard his laugh, its rich tone caressing your ears.

“Hehe, why not?”

“I dunno.” You said, “Because that’s — that’s not you.”

“Oh yeah?” Was it just you, or did he suddenly sound, closer on the other line?

“Yeah.” You countered

“Really?”

“Yes really!”

“Interesting, cuz I’m starting to think you may not know me as well as you think you do.” You pictured Hawk’s stupid sly smirk on his end. 

“Then what should I think about you.” you said, “What kinda guy is Hawks.”

“Hmm.” He pondered, “The kinda guy who recognizes your talent and hard work. Kinda guy who knows you were busting your ass for the approval of Sun Tae Hee.”

“So...you posted those pictures and tagged me in them to get my name out there.”

“No more Mystery Model.” 

“But why, why would you help me?”

“Remember the Christmas Campaign?”

The goddamn Quick’n Chick’n Christmas Campaign. An entire season of doing commercials and promos for the popular Japanese-style fried chicken joint which always saw an exponential spike in business during the Christmas holidays. It was the longest you two had ever worked together. You were still pretty new in the scene and had never done a video before. You would forget your lines frequently and drop your props and ugh your face flushed just thinking about it! And on top of that, Hawks would constantly tease you and distract you on set. It was annoying and — and slowly, you began to push back. It was then that the teasing turned into back-and-forth banter. Now that you thought about it, you found yourself using the quick-witted responses you came up with to wave off Hawk’s remarks as a practice for when you stumbled over your words on set. Forgot a line? No problem, you could come up with a quick adlib that was usually better than the original line. The back-and-forth between you two also looked really appealing on set.

 The client loved it calling it “fun” and” high energy” and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t boost your confidence for future commercial gigs. 

So...this entire time, Hawks was helping you?

“Okay but, how did you get those pictures from Hyung Jee?” You said.

“Who do you think asked her to take them?” Hawks said, “She does photography as a self-care hobby, apparently working for Sun is incredibly stressful.”

You laughed, “Yeah I bet.”

“You should check out her Twittergram. While you may be my favorite photo subject, her other work is pretty nice too.”

You felt your face flush. Did...did he really just say that? A-and just move on like he didn’t just say that? No really did he really just say that or are you just imagining things.

“Uh well that’s great but I don’t think I’m gonna be booking any shoots anytime soon” You said “Unless you forgot how my refreshing face spit soda all over the judgmental face of the-”

“Biggest name in the fashion industry?” Hawks cut you off, always so fast that winged hero. “Yeah, you don’t read much, do you? I thought we were passed the whole dumb model stereyotype.” 

Aaaaand he’s back to teasing you again.

You groaned “What are you talking about?”

“Check the comments doll.” He said.

“You reopened Twittergram and scrolled down to the comments, over a thousand many of them mentioning your name for one, many people asking to book you. You eyed your DM’s, hundreds of them and the number kept going up. That explained the constant buzzing. One message caught your eye. You opened it.

“Perhaps you’re more than a mediocre model after all. Call me.” 

“You’re quiet doll...Don’t tell me you’re reading Sunny’s DM?”

“How’d you know I was — ”

“I had a feeling.”

You heard sirens going off in the distance. Just what was he up to? And why was he calling you in the middle of it? 

“Anyway,” You could hear him stretching his wings. “I'm not gonna hold you up, you being a big time model with important calls to make and all.”

Was this — was this really happening? Were you really getting your big break thanks to...Hawks of all people?

“And hey — If you ever wanna have dinner with a little ol Pro Hero like me. You have my number so… Call me. And maybe I’ll show you in detail what kinda guy I really am.”

And with that… he hung up.

#my hero academia #hawks x reader #takami keigo #takami x reader #my hero academia headcanons #hawks headcanons #takami keigo imagines

[twixtandshout]

@sparkingoverload So! Wild’s DnD sheet. :3c

I’ve statted him as a modified half-elf variant. I went with Eladrin first, because seasonal Even More Fey elf felt right – I love the idea of him having leafy ear-tips and other planty offshoots that change with the seasons, but being stuck in the castle and Zelda’s royal retinue and court year-round, maybe trimming those bits so as to fit in uniform or else just quietly wilting/molding because the environment really isn’t hospitable for his wildness – but he really didn’t need to be able to teleport in a rush of flame whenever he feels like it when I’m already lining things up to give him a more reasonable teleportation option. I gave him the basic Eladrin suite besides that, Aquan language proficiency thanks to growing up in Zora’s Domain, and then stole the half-elf’s extra skill proficiencies instead of teleportation. (He also knows Goblin and Celestial.)

Choosing backgrounds was a little fun because of the whole amnesia thing. Assuming this was post-Shrine, I went with the folk hero background, which gives him animal handling and survival proficiencies, land vehicle proficiencies, and a tool. I chose chef’s tools, which went well with the iron pot the background starts you off with! Also the various cooking-related feats I gave him, which I’ll get to later. The main trait the background gives him is rustic hospitality, meaning he blends in easily with common people and is generally well-liked, enough for them to do things for him if it won’t put them in harm’s way. (That’s a trait he shares with Twilight!) I didn’t make a tenth sheet for pre-Calamity Wild, but if I were gonna I’d probably go with some unholy amalgamation of the soldier and knight backgrounds.

Equipment-wise, I’ve given him twice-enhanced leather armor (thanks Great Fairies), manymany weapons, and a very kludged Slate, complete with runes. It’s very OP, but then again, he is level 20, and it’s a one-of-a-kind item that serves as system ID. It would be fairly easy for a concerned GM to have a Yiga or whatever steal it and let there be Consequences tm.

Despite the amnesia, I’ve decided that he retained a couple levels in the fighter class. Haven’t made any decisions about which levels came before and which came after, but either way, he’s got five levels as a Champion-class fighter, which is just enough to give him an improved crit threshold, an extra attack per turn, one-time HP regen, and bonuses for fighting with archery. The rest of his levels are, as mentioned, in fey wanderer ranger. He can deal extra damage to an enemy he marks in a fight, sense the location(s) of magical creatures within a mile, travel easily even through difficult terrain, melt into nature to become magically invisible for a turn, and reroll low damage rolls when he attacks with two-handed weapons. Thanks to his fey associations, he not only has advantage on charm/fear saves (and a bonus to any charisma check!) but can reflect the triggering charm/fear effect back on the caster. He can also deal extra psychic damage on practically every attack, and can’t be tracked except through magic unless he wants to be.

Cool spells:

On/Off (cantrip): Turns electronic devices on or off at a range of 60′.

Sudden Awakening: I love giving this to him, Legend, and Time, lol. None of them are gonna get caught in comas again if they can help it!!

Goodberry: Create a handful of magic berries. Goes well in cooking – well, presumably; I’m not sure there are any rules for how adding magic hp+ berries to hp+ cooking works, but it’s nice thematically at least.

Alarm: Good for setting up perimeters around camp! And for avoiding getting a Yiga surprise.

Summon Vehicle: Master Cycle, go! Plays very nicely with that land vehicle proficiency from his background.

Conjure Barrage: Technically you’re supposed to throw(??) a piece of ammunition to create a barrage of it that rains down on your target, but I think it’s way cooler to draw back one arrow and fire a whole 60′ cone. Being sick as hell is really the only reason I need for this one, but it also kinda maps to his whole air-archery thing.

Freedom of Movement: The toad cannot be contained. This would let him basically clip out of any restraint, including shackles. I can totally see the Yiga taking him and some of the others hostage and locking them up in a dungeon somewhere except. oops.

Summon Beast: Technically he shouldn’t get this one but I say it’s okay because it only summons Twilight.

Misty Step: Comes from the fey wanderer subclass. Twice per day, he can teleport <30′ for free, and as a bonus he can bring one other willing person with him! Tell me you can’t see him and Hyrule sneaking off like this.

The Observant feat gives him lipreading proficiency and bonuses to passive investigation/perception, and the Stealthy feat not only gives him stealth expertise but also the ability to openly move up to 10′ without being spotted so long as he ends the turn under cover. Excepting an ability score increase to Wisdom, his last two feats concern food and health recovery! The Chef feat lets him cook for the party during short rests to give everyone HP-replenishing food, and the Remarkable Recovery feat means he gets extra HP any time he regains any and bounces back easily from the brink of death.

I’ve given him the Boon of Peerless Aim, which lets him basically auto-hit one shot per short rest, and gave him the Champions’ gifts as spells (one cast per day free) instead of a blessing. He’s also got homebrew mechanics for ADHD, autism, scarring, chronic pain, and PTSD.

#linked sheets loz dnd thing

[kyriolex]

Would you say that the New Gen Kids are Carbon Copied Clones of their Parents?

To this day I still hear complaining about how The New Gen Kids are clones of the Konoha 11?

Do you agree or disagree with this Notion?

As far as I as MY personal Opinion goes :

Boruto: Design wise he definitely is a Clone of Naruto, but as far as Personality wise? He's a lot different...

I really don't know how to explain it, but personality wise he's just.... Not Naruto...

Sarada: Physically she's a Gender Flipped Sasuke with Glasses which technically isn't really a physical clone.

As far personality goes, she's leans more towards Sakura but she's not quite there either? It's actually kinda hard to place Sarada. I don't see her as a Clone regardless

Mitsuki: LOL

Cho-Cho: Looks like a Mix of both Parents.

Personality wise She more confident in herself than Chouji was but doesn't have the anger issues Karui had. In my opinion she's not a Clone.

Shikadai: Has Temari's eyes but otherwise is literally just a Shikamaru clone

Inojin: Physicallly looks like a Mix of both Ino and Sai but Personality wise leans more towards Sai. I dunno if I can say he's a clone or not

Metal Lee: Physically he looks like Lee with Pretty eyes

Personality wise, this one is hard to say since we have no idea about his Mother. But I can say he's definitely not a clone of Rock Lee.

Himawari: Physically she looks like a 50/50 Mix of both Naruto and Hinata. So much so to the point of literally having BOTH of their Eyes lmao

But Personality wise.... This one is a another oddball case like Sarada, where she doesn't really feel like either parent? She's Nice and Cheerful but she's definitely not Shy or Timid but she's also not a Class Clown either? Either way I don't consider her a Clone either.

(Ironically enough, I honestly think Sumire, Namida, Yuina, and even Eida/Ada feel FAR more closer to channeling Hinata than Himawari ever does despite the aforementioned 4 not even being related to Hinata lol)

What is YOUR opinion tho on this topic tho?

I'd like to hear your thoughts on each of these next gen kids personally.

Unpopular opinion: I think most of the kids are actually a good mix of their parents. Even Shikadai had traces of Temari with his sharp eyes and strong older sibling energy. That doesn't mean all of them are GOOD characters, but at this point they're clearly their own people.

I think the reason this generation feels like a copy of the next is because, well, most of the kids' goals are to be a ninja like their parents. But unlike the old gen, they actually have a choice in this career path - it's not a matter of survival anymore. So the fact that they choose to follow in their parents' footsteps feels derivative rather than organic.

It would be different if Boruto's plot had a destination. The original Naruto show, for all its pacing flaws, had "become Hokage" and "rescue Sasuke" as finish lines to work toward. On the other hand, Sarada's the only kid who seems to be working toward a clearly defined goal. Boruto and the others seem to be fine doing whatever until the next plot point shows up.

As far as who I think inherited each OG character's "role":

Naruto: Kawaki's definitely his heir. He's an outcast with a rough past and scary powers.

Sai: Mitsuki absolutely inherited the "traumatized teammate who the protagonist teaches how to be a person" position. Both were also

Sakura: If I had to pick an heir, I'd say Sumire. Like genin Sakura, Sumire hides a lot of anger and cunning behind a cutesy smile. And also like Sakura, the writers have dumped all of the anime's love triangle nonsense solely on her shoulders, which has derailed her character arc from "pinch-hitting powerhouse" to "cute nurse girl wringing her hands with worry over the heroes."

Sasuke: Boruto is literally his disciple. Enough said.

Shikamaru: I think Shikadai inherited Shikamaru's role as the strategist and the author's favorite character. But personality-wise, he feels a lot more like Temari to me, since he's a LOT more serious and responsible than Shikamaru was at that age.

Choji: Chocho is another one I think inherits her own parent's role. She's the buddy character who fills out the cast and plays comic relief.

Ino: Honestly, I feel like Sarada inherited her vibes as the book-smart, type-A leader. She's the boss, and she's going to lead her team to victory no matter what.

Hinata: Either Metal or Namida could be her heir. They both fill the role of "socially anxious teammate who can be strong once they believe in themselves."

Kiba: The anime itself pointed out how much Iwabe and Wasabi both resembled Kiba. They're both hot-headed but look after their squishier teammates.

Shino: I think Shinki is best heir for Shino. They're both mysterious and very strong. They're also brimming with unused potential because their powers are a pain to animate.

Neji: Tsubaki is the undisputed genius of her team. She's very old-school and deeply values tradition, but she loosens up after a while.

Lee: His heir is probably Denki, who is trying to be a ninja in an unconventional way that people haven't considered before.

Tenten: Inojin is the straight man of the comic relief duo on his team. Like Tenten, he's a jack-of-all-trades who should be a fantastic ninja on paper but can't seem to catch a break on screen.

#boruto naruto next generations

[reno2005]

When did you begin playing Resident Evil?

Why is Leon your favourite?

Top 5 favourote RE and/or Leon facts?

Do you have any headcanons?

It’s kinda long, sorry lol but thanks for reading if you do!

1. An older brother of mine showed me a video of a comedian at a gaming convention and the whole joke was how cartoony kingdom hearts was compared to how hardcore resident evil 4 was.(it was a different time for sure) so I was fascinated with how hard this game seemed.

One day I went to a swap meet with my dad and this man selling used video games had a copy of RE4. At the time I was too nervous to ask to get it since my dad was… not the kindest to put it lightly. Anyways I saved up the money, I begged my dad to go back to the swap meet to get the game, and luckily it was still there.

2. I had gone into RE4 hearing how cool Leon was.(like I said it was a different time, a lot of people on tumblr think he’s cute but back then he was Chad McGee, I still think he is but whatever that’s just me, don’t think I’ll judge anyone for how they see him)It was probably the hardest game I had ever tackled at the time so having gone through everything the game throws at you blew me away. Like, I’d never seen a man jump like 10ft out of a mining cart and climb to safety. I was so blown away in fact I had shown a friend of mine that one scene in particular like it was Jesus walking on water lol

Leon had such cool lines and his look was pretty cool too(as a kid of course I was “discovering” myself and my tastes). Y’know as a kid you see someone you admire a lot and you want to be just like them and him and the game as a whole was an escape from my pretty bleak childhood. If Leon could get through all that and still win and look that cool while doing it I wanted to be as cool as him. I wanted to look like him too, I discovered I was trans without knowing what that was until a friend told me about transitioning years later.

Right afterwards, because I couldn’t get enough of this guy I found out he was in RE2, so I bought that for the psp. Idk about you, but if I had to go through that shit, that licker would have killed me at the beginning.(which it did, a lot lol) I was fascinated with the game and I would start new games just to run around as Leon shooting stuff. It’s why I believe he’s so cool myself. You don’t get RE4 cool Leon without being already a bit cool.

Also a random addition, I think he’s really kind and caring.

In conclusion, he was my childhood hero.

3. I think it’s pretty cool he graduated top of his class and had extraordinary marksmen skills.

Something about him wanting to solve the disappearances in RC tells me he has an observant and critical mind.(which is why I don’t get why people call him dumb? Or maybe I’m just “old” now and don’t “get the joke”)

The “John Wick” thing Leon does is called the Center Axis Relock(CAR) and the cool swish swoosh stuff he does with Krauser is called Kali. We know he knew kali in OG 4 but with the addition of CAR in 4 remake we can assume he learned that back then as well.(which I’m happy about for preferential reasons)

Leon knows several different Martial arts styles. I don’t know the names but I used to watch martial arts movies a lot when I was younger.

From what I remember reading, his outfit in RE2 is a combination of different parts of varying types of police clothing (winter, summer, etc). Which makes sense since he’s trying to cover himself up as much as possible to avoid bites and grabs.

4. I think he’s a coffee guy.

He’s clearly a meat guy. If I saw a rotting cow carcass and thought of cooked juicy meat, I mean lol to add to that I always imagined he’s a decent cook.

I’d like to think he gets his hands on Matilda and then continuously gets it taken away in some form or another. Poor guy can’t even keep his favourite gun.

Maybe at first it was a new thing to him, but I feel he developed a taste for working out.

Not that he doesn’t like other genres, but if he’s a rock fan he has to like classic rock as well. It just makes sense.

I think he’d actually be pretty good with social media,memes, jokes, and etc.

Not that it’s his whole world, but he gives the impression he cares about fashion/his look to some degree.

I think he likes a fun lighthearted challenge just going off of his lines after completing merchant tasks and if he actually canonically stops by the shooting range.

I’m not sure how to word this one, but he seems nervous about rides and such if they’re out of his control. On the minecart and castle seat shortcut he either audibly shows distaste or uncertainty at the experience the ride will give. But on the jet ski he gives a cool reassuring line with no hesitation.

That being said, I do not think he’s bad at driving, steering, etc. but I’d rather not say anything more than that.

#reno2005

[kinetic-elaboration]

March 5: The Expanse 1x06

Fell asleep after work, which was NOT the plan, but whatever. Got up for dinner and to watch The Expanse after a 2-week break, and soon I will return from whence I came (bed).

I’m a little rusty on… everything, and I think the plot is coming together just enough for me to be confused. Like, it’s starting to make sense but in a way that makes me actively want to make sure I’ve got everything, not enough where I know I’ve got everything—though maybe that’s fine, given there are still 4 episodes and plenty of time for everything to come together in a clear way without me doing any work. Before I was riding on pure vibes, is my point, and now I’m starting to feel like I should be following along better lol.

I definitely see things starting to come together, though, so I trust the show. Episode 6 is a good time in a 10-episode arc to start putting forward a coherent bit of exposition like Miller’s speech to his boss explaining the clip of the Phoebe Station scientist. I presume there are more details and possibly more twists, but we do have a pretty traditional story set forth there: discovery of Something Big (war McGuffin), and now the people who know about it want it, and they also don’t want other people to know about it or to know they know etc. etc. I’m not unentangling the specifics but basically all the deaths, attacks, etc., are part cover-up, part-housecleaning.

I feel like the Rocinante crew is also getting a more pointed, sharp story line, too. They’ve spent most of the show just kind of bouncing around from location to location, and now they finally have a bit more specific of a mission, so I’m looking forward to that panning out. I am also starting to like them more as characters and appreciate their various relationships (friendships? Hmm, maybe), and I like how Holden’s Hero Transformation is coming along. I buy it. I think they set him up well early on, as someone whose ambition didn’t match his skills and intelligence, not the other way around, and who has just enough moral core that when he feels guilty or otherwise beholden to these other people, he will act selflessly and smartly to protect them—basically, he’ll trip and fall sidewise into leadership etc. etc.

I still think Butcher Fred’s introduction last episode was pretty clunky, comparative to a lot of other things in the show, but I like him as a character. I felt like he was actually on the same level as Holden and Naomi… somehow most of their previous interactions haven’t given me that impression, even though they’re not exactly coming up against fools. And his voice is so great. Sort of weirdly soothing, even as the things he was talking about were pretty serious and dark.

Overall, though this episode was heavy, and heavy on the exposition/plot versus just general worldbuilding, I really enjoyed watching and I’m enjoying the season as a whole. I think what I’m really enjoying is that it has so many extremely classic story elements—the ragtag crew of misfits, the reluctant hero, the noir detective trying to untangle a case through a field of corruption, class warfare, etc. etc.—which are both comforting/familiar and fun, and the way each of these elements is developed implies to me that the writers really knew the tropes and how to fashion them. But at the same time, that they’re all thrown in together at once, and in the context of this interesting, vast, complex sci fi world, keeps everything feeling new. My familiarity with the tropes and genres being used is a good thing, not a bad thing. They’re helpful sign posts, and they’re also just… enjoyable! I love a good craft.

#the year 2024 #2024: fandom thoughts #2024: the expanse

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

hello, i'd love to request a matchup for jjk and genshin impact if you have the time!

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual

zodiac/mbti: sagittarius and infp but to be honest i do not believe in these at all. sorry girlie </3

appearance: i am a lovely kawaii hello kitty princess (east asian) girl of 5'3 stature with light skin. i also have dark brown hair and dark brown eyes which i'm sure is absolutely shocking. my aesthetic is mostly within the soft girl, girly girl, and elegant girl archetypes and you can almost always find me in a pretty dress. also a huge fan of dangly korean-style earrings and glittery pink makeup.

personality: apparently i look very normie and sweet, but that perception of me is quickly shattered as soon as i open my mouth. i retain almost no sense of shame and am not afraid to say something completely insane and out of pocket at a volume loud enough to have me labeled as a public menace. i love to talk and have a wide and varied range of hobbies and opinions that i can discuss at length about; but nothing delights me more than having something happen to me which i can then call 4-5 people in succession to complain about.

i have always been academically driven and push myself to excel in my studies and take on as many extracurriculars as needed to succeed. i'm always the first to voice my opinions, and i like to confront my issues head on and directly, whether that be homework or a conflict with a friend. i have strong ideas for how things should be done, and i value my own independence and autonomy. but i also want a dominant partner so take that as you will ...

in terms of relationships with others, i'm very much anxious-attachment. with people i haven't known for long enough, i consistently seek verbal affirmation they care about me, and i frequently get jealous when my friends get together or get closer without me. i always want to be everyone's number one, or failing that, somewhere within the top five. i'm also the world's most neurotic person ever!!

i would say i'm an introvert when it comes down to it, but i frequently socialize and enjoy going to the occasional party. my first love is peace and solitude, but my second love is spending time with others. i'm always around other people, and i'm always trying to talk to them.

likes and dislikes: i love pretty faces and intelligent, capable people. desserts, shopping, and pretty clothes occupy more of my likes, along with academic validation. i tend to dislike stem subjects, physical exertion, and waking up early.

hobbies: i have chronically online femcel hobbies so i have very good working knowledge of video games, anime, manga, web novels, and a variety of other things. i consider myself a media omnivore and i can watch/read/play almost anything with a plot. and i love to write!

other info: my sense of humor is not to be mentioned in polite company, but i promise it is completely wrecked. every single year i land somewhere in mitski's top 0.1% of listeners. i'm a notorious night owl who sleeps when my roommates wake up, causing me to be late to classes and hangouts much to everyone else's disappointment. my free time is very limited in that i usually have either classes, homework, extracurriculars, or plans lined up every moment of my day. if someone wants to see me, they have to schedule a week in advance and have me put it into my google calendar.

thank you so much for taking the time to read this entire mess lol ...! you are a hero for even doing matchups and i hope your day goes wonderfully. if you asked i would put you into my google calendar btw.

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like your matchups!

In Jujutsu Kaisen, I match you with...

You and Gojo are so similar in so many ways. You’re both very vocal about your opinions and have no filters, saying whatever comes to mind. Being together only makes it worse.

However, that’s not to say you’re always going around causing trouble. Gojo enjoys being able to relax with you in silence as much as you do. With a job as stressful as his, it’s a nice change of pace.

Enjoys going shopping with you. He’s got a good eye for fashion and knows what styles you like so you’re always sure to find at least one new item of clothing to leave with.

I see Gojo as someone who also enjoys playing video games with you. He’s good at multiplayer games but has a preference towards simulators and calming games. He already deals with enjoy chaos on a day to day basis.

Loves going to parties with you! You both bring a whole lot to any event you attend and he enjoys being able to spend time with you in fun, energetic places like parties.

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

Unlike Gojo, Jean is more likely to balance you out. She’s got to maintain a certain amount of discipline due to her position in the Knights of Favonius so that will inevitably wear off on you.

Very good with verbal affirmation. Jean knows how to rally people around and encourage them to continue doing their best and you’re no different.

I see Jean as someone who has a secret sweet tooth. It’s something she tries to control but if you bring her afternoon tea when she’s had a long day, she’ll be very grateful.

Jean’s also someone who needs a schedule so she’s more than happy to help you organise your day as well. She’ll try to work it so that you both have free time together.

At the end of the day, there’s nothing she likes better than being able to relax with you in silence, away from everyone else. It’s a nice de-stress time for her.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #genshin impact #jean

[valleyrunearchives]

Binary

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Chapter 34/?

“Binary code is a series of zeroes and ones strung together in a specific sequence. On paper, it’s useless. Annoying. Worthless. But put that same string of zeroes and ones into a computer, and suddenly it’s a language far more complex than the human mind can comprehend. I was the same way. The world decided I wasn’t good enough in the physical plane, so I went digital. That’s why I chose the name Binary. And you should be very,” He smirks at the underground hero on the screen, “Very afraid of the reach I have here. Aizawa Shouta.”

Or

Midoriya Izuku is tired of the world treating him like nothing. So he decides to becoming a hacker to show the world that nothing can be anything.

Featuring Midoriya Izuku as the Genius Hacker Aizawa Shouta as the problem child wrangler Yamada Hizashi as the moral support to his husband Tsukauchi Naomasa as the man who needs a long vacation PLEASE Shinsou Hitoshi as the intentionally adopted one Toga Himiko as the unintentionally adopted one Dabi as the really didn’t want to be adopted one but he guesses this is his life now and Nedzu as the Rat God of UA

Previous | First | Next

Click here to Read on AO3!

"So what's your class going to be up to today?" Himiko asks Izuku and Hitoshi on their way to school.

"I don't know," Izuku admits, tapping away at his phone for one reason or another, "Aizawa keeps our classes pretty under wraps, doesn't he Toshi?"

Hitoshi grunts something of an agreement before walking ahead of both of them. Himiko blinks before turning back to their younger brother, "Did he forget his coffee or something this morning?"

Izukue rolls his eyes, "No. He's still pissed at me about the Bakugou thing."

"Ooooh!" Himiko intones, "He's still on that? Yeah, okay, sure I don't like it either but I can't stop you for your opinion. Stupid as it is…"

"I have my reasons, Himiko. Just leave it at that."

She mumbles an acquiesce and doesn't speak of it further. The rest of the walk is silent before Hitoshi stops suddenly in front of them, "Whoa…

The blonde and green haired teens exchange a quick look before moving up beside their tall brother. Himiko gasps while Izuku's eyes travel across the scene in front of them. Press members are lined up tight against the front gate of UA. They're shouting various questions at any student who passes through them just to get to their class. Izuku whips his phone back up and starts tapping away rapidly. 

"How are we going to get past them?" Himiko asks.

"I'm working on it. Give me a sec," Izuku tells her. 

They stay back as Izuku works, waiting for his signal or whatever he's got planned. A few moments later, one of the press crew's cameramans reaches up to their earpiece with a look of confusion before shouting, "What-? They're saying our equipment is down!"

His reporter also shrieks in shock before more join in; Each proclaiming that they'd completely lost signal for their cameras and microphones. Izuku tucks his phone away, "Go. Now. That's only set to last for a few minutes."

The three take off. They run through the disoriented crew and into the school. They see a couple of others coming in behind them; Also taking advantage of the chaos the press are experiencing. Izuku and Himiko share a giggle at the scene of the distraught media crews. Even Hitoshi lets out a small chuckle at the sight. Izuku takes it as a sign in the right direction for finally getting him off the “pissed off at Izuku” train.

They get into school and part ways with a wave. The rest of the morning is fairly quiet. Well, as quiet as it can be being a part of this year’s class 1A. There was the obvious chatter from most of his classmates filling the room. But it was more of a white noise sound to Izuku at this point. No one was actively trying to talk in an overly loud way so they weren’t distracting. Just enjoying company. It was nice.

When the bell rang, they all quieted down quickly with Aizawa’s approving nod, “Right. Homeroom today will be selecting class representatives. I don’t care how you do it, just get me the selections for your rep and vice rep before the end of the period.”

With that, their esteemed teacher went into his signature yellow sleeping bag and fell asleep against the wall behind the podium. A moment of silence passes before words finally start flying around the room. 

“Oh! Oh! Me! Me! I wanna be the class rep!” Denki, as he insisted on being called by their class, shouted.

“What?! No way! I wanna be the rep!” Uraraka countered.

“But, like, it sounds like so much fun! I think I’d be a good rep, don’t you guys?” Mina, as she also insisted on being called, added in.

The voices just keep rising over one another. Izuku and Hitoshi both, in a moment of pure sibling solidarity, reach up to cover their ears to block all the noise. After another few moments of pure cacophony, Iida slams his hand down on his desk and stands up shouting, “This is getting us nowhere! We’ll take a vote like civilized class members!” 

“That won’t get us anywhere though! We’ll all just vote for ourselves!” Hagakure points out.

“Then we’ll make a stipulation that you can’t vote for yourself. You have to pick another class member,” Yaoyorozu calmly suggests, “Then, whoever has the most votes will be our rep and the second most is our vice rep.”

Everyone mumbles out an agreement while Yaoyorozu makes a hat and small slips of paper for the votes. Each of the slips are passed out. Izuku taps his pen against his face before writing Iida’s name down for rep. He likes how he came up with an easy solution amongst all the chaos. Plus, he’s a nice friend. 

He folds the paper up and puts it into the hat when it comes around. He goes back to the notes he was making before this all occurred. He wasn’t paying much attention when the hat finally got back around to Yaoyorozu and she started counting and writing down the votes on the board. He didn’t tune back in until he heard her voice, “Okay. So that means, Midoriya-kun will be our rep!”

“... Huh!?” he cried in shock. 

“Oh! That makes perfect sense!” Mina cried. He whips around to her, “HUh?!”

“Yeah! Midoriya’s so organized! He’ll be so good at it!” Sero add. He whips his head back to him now, “HUH?!”

“I feel as though we’ve made the most auspicious choice in selecting the leader of our dark flock,” Tokoyami adds.

“WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!” he cried out, pushing himself to his feet frantically, “I really appreciate the votes and the confidence but I don’t want the position of rep!” 

“Aw c’mon, Midori-babe! You would be great at it for reals!” Mina tries to convince him.

“No! I-!” He takes a deep breath, “Look, again I really appreciate it but that’s a lot of pressure when I’m still getting used to being a part of an in person classroom that doesn’t automatically hate me just for the quirk I don’t have. I don’t want to be in a position of being the class rep. I’m sorry.”

It’s quiet for a moment before Hagakure coos out an, “Aw! Don’t apologize!” 

“We really didn’t think about it like that, Midoriya. If you don’t want to be class rep, we’ll respect that and you,” Asui agrees. 

He sighs in relief as they finally get it, “Thanks Asui-chan.”

“Tsu. Call me Tsu, Midoriya.” 

“Right!” He smiles sheepishly at her correction. He settles back into his seat as Yaoyorozu erases his name off the board. “Okay so that leaves myself as rep and Iida-kun as vice rep. Is everyone okay with that?” Yaoyorozu asks.

Everyone voices their agreement and Yaoyorozu passes on the information to Aizawa once homeroom is over. Before the man leaves the room for their first class, he calls out, “Midoriya.”

“Huh? Yes?” He asks with a slight tilt of his head.

“During lunch period, bring your food and come to my office. There’s some things I wanted to discuss with you that can’t wait until the end of the day.”

Izuku blinks. What could he want to discuss? Regardless, he’ll have to go. “Yes sir.”

___

The morning passes by without incident. According to the teachers, the press are still pressed tightly to the gate; Apparently demanding an interview with All Might. In Izuku’s most humble opinion, what a waste of their time. All Might’s not even considered a teacher anymore. Though it was, apparently, still up in the air if he would even be considered a teacher’s assistant or if he would be leaving UA entirely. Seems the outside world hadn’t caught wind of that situation yet. For the best, probably.

When lunch comes around, he gathers up his food and heads for the faculty lounge to meet with Aizawa, per his teacher’s request. Hitoshi mentions when he goes that he’ll let Himiko know where he’s gone. He could’ve sworn he saw a bit of worried hesitance in his gaze though. No matter for right now. He gets to the faculty office with his boxed lunch in hand and knocks.

Mic-sensei is the one to open the door, “We’ve been waiting on you, little listener! C’mon in! Aizawa’s just getting something together then he’ll take you to his office!”

“Thank you very much, Mic-sensei!” He replies kindly with a genuine smile. The blonde teacher has been nothing but wonderful to him, both in and out of class. Izuku doesn’t see any reason to not respond in the same manner. He steps in and waits patiently for his homeroom teacher to finish up whatever he was doing. When he is finished, the man gestures for him to follow him. Izuku does so without complaint. They each take a seat in the man’s office.

“Feel free to eat as we talk. I don’t know how long this will take and I don’t want you to miss lunch,” Aizawa tells him.

“Ah… thank you then sir!” He opens the box and snaps his chopsticks apart, “Will you be eating too, Aizawa-sensei?”

Aizawa shakes his head, “I’ll eat later.”

“Alright. Doesn’t seem very healthy though…” He mumbles but takes a few bites of food.

Aizawa lets him eat for a bit before speaking again, “I wanted to speak with you again about the Bakugou incident.”

It should come as a surprise to him that that’s the reason Aizawa wanted to speak to him. But for some strange reason, it doesn’t. He nods in understanding and waits for Aizawa to ask whatever questions he has.

“I just wanted to confirm, once and for all, to really clear the record; You truly want to advocate for Bakugou to not be expelled from UA?” the man asks first.

“Yes that’s right,” He replies without hesitation.

“And we can opt for any other punishment so long as it’s not expulsion?” 

“Preferably.” 

“Preferably?” Izuku hums in response to that question while taking another bite of his lunch, “I know that you’ll be having a meeting amongst all the staff to fully decide on the selected punishment. I, as the victim of the whole ordeal, put in my two cents on the matter but that doesn’t mean that I’ll argue if you decide differently. If you, the rest of the staff, and Nedzu-sama decide that expulsion is the only route of action in this matter, then I will defer to that judgment. You all are the teachers, after all.”   

“Please don’t call him Nedzu-sama to his face… His ego is already way too big…” Aizawa gripes before sighing, “May I ask the true reason why you opted to advocate for Bakugou?”

Izuku pauses with his chopsticks resting on his lips. He knew this would also come up eventually. He sighs, placing them down on top of his lunch and pushing the box away a bit. This will require his full attention for the time being. He folds his hands together on top of the table. “It’s because of what I heard just after the accident occurred.”

Aizawa blinks in what Izuku believes is confusion but doesn’t ask him to clarify; Probably knowing that Izuku is about to do that on his own. Izuku turns his head away to not have to look him in the eyes right now, “I know that Recovery Girl and the others said I was unconscious for forty-five minutes after the accident. But that’s not entirely true. Shortly after the rubble collapsed on me but before I was freed from it, I regained consciousness for a short time. It was probably for no more than three to five minutes. When I did, I heard Bakugou speaking.” 

Now he turns his eyes back to Aizawa, maintaining intense eye contact to stress the importance of what he was about to say, “He was frantic. Panicked. He kept saying over and over, ‘I never should have listened to her. Why did I listen to her? I’m so sorry, Zu. I promise I’ll get you out.’ I thought at first I had dreamed it but the memory of it was too clear even after I fully came back into being awake.”

“While Bakugou mentioned being in contact with someone, he never mentioned any of that.”

“Shock most likely, but it also got me thinking about some things,” He places his fingers on his lips, a habit when he’s deeply thinking, “Firstly, Bakugou left me alone after I moved to homeschooling in middle school. Not once did he attempt to contact me or find me while on the streets. I never moved out of our prefecture even after moving to homeschooling so we probably passed each other at some point at least once in the four years since that point… but just about a year is when he actively started seeking me out again to bully me. Why then? What changed?”

“He got into contact with that person,” Aizawa guesses.

“That’s my thought too. I know it’s my mother by the way. You don’t have to hide it.”

Now it’s Aizawa’s turn to be shocked, “You know it’s your mother?”

“Yes. She’s the only woman Bakugou would’ve had contact with about me in a negative manner. Bakugou’s parents actually like me, oddly enough. They were more protective of me than my own mother after my diagnosis when Bakugou and I were considered friends. There was no way it was Bakugou Mitsuki. It had to be her and no one else.” 

“That does match up quite well. The Bakugou’s even admitted to cutting contact with your mother after discovering her treatment of you and wanted you to know that they always thought of you fondly.” 

Izuku smiles, “Aside from their son - no, that’s a lie, sometimes even with their son, I thought of them fondly too. So yes, I figured out the ‘her’ Bakugou spoke of was my mother. But why would she contact him? After so many years? What was her gain? Just to have him bully me again? For what reason?” 

Aizawa hums in agreement. Good, that means he’s listening. “Secondly,” he continued, “He called me Zu. He hasn’t called me that since we were four, before that awful diagnosis of quirklessness. It really drove home to me that he was scared. For me. Not only that but he promised to get me out. He promised. You know what was the last promise he made to me?” 

“What was it?” Aizawa asks, truly curious.

“That we’d be friends forever.”

“When you were four,” his teacher guesses. 

“Exactly. He’s bringing up nicknames from when we were kids and using promises again like when we were kids. I’m not sure what’s fully going on but for some reason it’s making me think that there’s more to what’s going on than what we see on the surface. Something’s happening and Bakugou was just a pawn into whatever plan my mother has cooked up. And somehow I don’t think she’s alone in her planning. Who she's planning with and what that plan is, I have no idea. I do know that Bakugou is a victim of it too, however. And I think that needs to be remembered when selecting a punishment for him.” 

“I agree,” Aizawa says with a nod, “I’ll bring up everything you’ve told me to Nedzu as well. He should be able to at least pull the messages and calls from your mother to Bakugou to see if there’s some kind of clue there.” 

He gives his teacher a grateful smile, “Thank you, Aizawa-sensei. I really appreciate you taking all my concerns into consideration about this; Especially with you knowing a bit about my past with Bakugou. Again, I’ll defer to whatever judgment you and the other teachers make about Bakugou’s punishment, but I really just wanted to make my thoughts known. I’m glad you’re taking me seriously.”

A small return smile slips onto Aizawa’s face before dropping as an alarm starts ringing out loudly. Izuku looks around in a panic, “What’s that?! What’s happening?!”

“I don’t know. Stay here Midoriya!” The man jumps up and races out of the room, closing the door behind him. Izuku waits until he’s fully gone before whipping out his phone and wireless earbud. He places it in his ear and asks, “CATRA, what’s happening?”

She appears on his screen in a moment, also pulling video footage of the front gate of the building where the press are swarming in, “It seems someone let the press into UA by destroying the gate. Based on visual analysis, the gate has been turned to some substance similar to dust or ash. Disintegration is likely the cause. Staff is currently en route to try and handle the rabble.”

“Couldn’t have been one of the press members. They would have done it long before now if that was the case. Search the hallways for anyone standing out.”

“That will be a bit difficult. The students are in quite the uproar right now from the alarm,” She moves the cameras to the hallways to show that several gaggles of students are running about as if chickens with their heads cut off. Ugh. And some of these are supposed to be hero students. Izuku sighs, “Text Hitoshi and Himiko. Maybe they can figure out a situation to calm the panicked masses. Then look for someone who’s remaining too calm amongst the crowd.”

He watches intently as the screens zip by with various identifier boxes passing over faces. It eventually stops on a hooded figure, calmly walking in the opposite direction of all the panicking teenagers. CATRA purrs proudly, “Excellent idea, Izuku-kun.”

He smiles and focuses on the person, “Do we know who that is?” 

“Negative. They seem to be male in stature but I can’t find anything in facial recognitions even from what I can see. I know they’re not a student here but I don’t know who they are beyond that.”

He hums and continues watching. The person slips into the faculty lounge, which makes Izuku tense a bit. He was in an office off the lounge. What if the person was looking for something from Aizawa’s office? He could be in danger. Luckily, it seems Aizawa’s office wasn’t the target. The person walks to the desk of one of the other teachers - a horribly messy one - and starts rifling around on it. He squints. Whose desk is that? 

As if reading his thoughts, CATRA informs him, “That desk was All Might’s.”

All Might’s? He watches entranced as the person finally picks something up off of it. It’s a piece of paper but he can’t tell what was written on it from the angle. He notes that the person’s pinky is raised from the sheet. Five finger point connection quirk; Just like Uraraka’s. He carefully slips his notebook and pen out of his bag, and starts scribbling notes about the person. He even includes a small sketch of the person’s stature, stance, and the hand with raised pinky. The person leaves after a moment with the sheet still in their grasp. He watches them on the cameras until they reach a closet in a hallway and go in. He squints in confusion, “Any cameras in that closet?”

“None,” the cat avatar answers, “It’s one of the only blind spots in the whole of UA.” 

“And this person clearly knew that somehow. Keep an eye on the closet. Let me know if they leave. I have a feeling they won’t, for whatever reason.”

He tucks his phone and earbud away after getting a confirmation purr from CATRA. He quickly finishes his lunch and tucks his lunchbox away. Then he waits with bated breath for either Aizawa to return or for CATRA to let him know that person had left and was on the move. 

Somewhat sadly, Aizawa returned first instead of the latter. He perks and jumps up, “Aizawa-sensei!” 

“You’re still here Midoriya? I’m surprised you didn’t go back to your friends. That took awhile…” 

“I thought about it but then someone came into the faculty lounge so I thought it was safer to stay here!” 

The man’s dry eyes widened at that, “What?!”

“I heard someone coming in so I peeked out the door because I didn’t hear any talking from the other teachers!” He takes his notebook and passes it over, “I couldn’t really see their face but this is what I did see! I think whatever they’ve got in their hand came from All Might’s old desk!” 

Aizawa’s eyes scan the page intensely before he motions to it, “Can I tear this page out to take with me?”

“Of course!” Izuku agrees immediately. Aizawa quickly follows that by tearing the page out. Then he ushers the boy out of his office, telling him to return to class. “Thanks for being so attentive in what you saw. I’ll get this information to Nedzu and hopefully we can use it to figure out who this is and what they took. I wouldn’t panic over this just yet but be alert just in case.”

Izuku nods in understanding and heads out of the lounge just as Mic comes up to ask Aizawa about what was going on. He did head back to class but with an idea in mind. He has his own research to do later this evening.

#bnha #bnha fanfic #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfic #mha fanfiction #hacker!izuku midoriya #izuku midoryia #aizawa shouta #bnha shinso hitoshi #himiko toga

[gentrychild]

the au ask: uh, not sure how this works, but, let's say an au where the slime incident never happens?

Anon, no! I have about five AUs for that! You could at least tell me if you want it to be angst or crack!

More seriously, it's such a fun prompt because it avoids All Might telling Izuku he can't be a hero without a quirk, which is the start of so many vigilante/villain/quirkless Izukus.

But since I am a benevolent writer, I will not talk about the AU where Tsuyu and Mineta dies, then Iida, then Kota, then Mirio, Eri isn't saved, and so on.

Okay, it got really long so it's under a Read More.

All Might arrests the Slime villain before he gets in the sewers so neither Izuku nor Bakugou are attacked by him. The problem is that it also means that All Might never meets Izuku, never break his little heart, and Izuku never has the chance to prove his worth to All Might so no OFA.

Life goes on. Izuku still wants to become a hero. However, since his homeroom teacher told his entire class that he wanted to go to UA, his entire class, led by Bakugou, has decided to make his life a living hell over it. Constant taunting and people laughing at him.

It takes its toll on him.

He still doesn't doubt that a quirkless hero can exist but the more days, weeks, months pass, the more he keeps thinking of how easier it would be if he had a quirk.

A dangerous thought. One he usually doesn't allow himself to think because why whine about what is impossible to have? But one boy can only take "What a useless quirkless Deku like you do?" before he starts to get haunted by strange thoughts. Cough... urges... Cough.

It also makes him eager to prove himself. Maybe that's why he intervenes that evening when he sees a villain trying to hurt someone. Except that once the civilian he helped is running to call a hero, he is reminded that he is a smol child made of only skin and bones and that the guy in front of him is about to bash his head in.

He tries to protect himself, his hand grabbing the villain by the head and in this moment, as he is sure that he is about to be killed, he thinks the one selfish thought that he ever thought:

"It's unfair... that this quirk belongs to someone like you... instead of me."

And just like that, Izuku takes a quirk for the first time.

The villain runs in terror and Izuku runs (in the other direction) in confusion. Soon, it's pretty clear that he apparently had the ability to take and give quirks (thank you, Mom, who has volunteered to try the villain's quirk. Though it's strange how she keeps trying to call someone on her phone these days. But it's probably not important.) Which is a very cool quirk.

Izuku now has to pass from "No quirk at all" to "Can have whatever quirk he wants", which is quite dizzying.

He is so fired up for the UA exam, five months from then. Ridiculously happy bean.

Meanwhile, Mirio gets OFA because no successor showed the self sacrificial spirit that could have inspired All Might and both GT and Nighteye kinda pressures him into choosing a successor ASAP.

This has disastrous consequences as OFA is way too powerful for Mirio and starts to put an insane strain on his body. One month later, while fighting a villain (he has his hero license), he collapses on the side of the road, black lines all over his body as the quirk is killing him.

Izuku finds him and calls an ambulance ASAP but Mirio is is really bad shape. He asks him what happened and Mirio, half delirious, tells him that his quirk is killing him.

Izuku is very "????" but he can help! He can take the quirk away! But Lemillion would be quirkless! He can't take this decision! But Mirio can so he asks.

Mirio is half conscious. Completely in pain. He didn't even want that quirk. He likes Permeation. So, half delirious as he was, he might have mumbled something like "Take that thing out of me."

Izuku does, realizes that Mirio has two quirks so he leaves him the one that doesn't feel as heavy as a freaking dwarf star. Lemillion immediately starts to stop looking like he will drop dead any moment from now and the ambulance arrives, taking the hero student away.

Since Izuku doesn't have the All Might telling him that OFA is a good quirk, he acts like a sensible person: this quirk doesn't feel normal and it apparently kills its user. So he waits about 20 seconds before getting rid of it. He finds a nice and sturdy lizard, who, unbeknownst to everyone, becomes the 10th user of OFA.

The quirk comes back to Izuku.

Quirks aren't supposed to do that.

The freaking quirk is cursed. Izuku accepted a cursed quirk.

I cannot begin to describe how Izuku doesn't trust OFA in this AU. He doesn't use it. He intensively dislikes it. He tries everything and more to get rid of it but no matter what living organism he selects, the damn thing keeps coming back.

Meanwhile, Mirio wakes up from the hospital alive :) then remembers he gave a host-killing-quirk to a smol child. O.O

Panic ensues.

All Might realizes that whoever took OFA put his hand on Mirio's head, the same way AFO does. So it was probably AFO with a fun new shapeshifting quirk.

More panic ensues.

Meanwhile, AFO, alive indeed and who has been watching Mirio wastes away and enjoying the hell out of it (though he would have preferred it had happened one generation sooner) is furious that Yagi 2.0 isn't dying anymore because it means OFA passed to someone else! And since everyone in the OFAteam is quite panicked, they apparently lost the quirk he gave his little brother!

He gets so upset about it that he somehow misses the hundred of phonecalls from his wife.

So AFO and All Might alike are looking for someone with OFA but since Izuku just isn't using it, they aren't finding it.

Meanwhile, the Vestiges went from "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH, SOMEONE WITH AFO!!!! AHHHHHH!" to "What do you mean: You don't want to use us? We're not good enough for you???"

So OFA is doing the quirk equivalent of a cat purring and showing its belly so it can get some pet.

Izuku: "You know what? I know it's a trap but since I don't want to outright call a quirk evil, I will give you one chance to prove to me you're not a cursed power that wants my death."

Cue two broken legs.

Well, that's it. Izuku gave that nasty quirk the benefit of the doubt. He is never using it again. And since the damn thing is trying to contaminate his other quirks, he is vaulting it forever!

The irony is not lost on First.

The day of the entrance exam arrives and Izuku does quite well with his good, non cursed quirks, thank you very much.

And as he is leaving, he sees Lemillion! He is happy to see him in good health! He waves at him!

Meanwhile, Mirio spent the last five months trying to find that awful quirk he lost. He was half convinced he had given him to the Symbol of Evil and had trouble seeing the problem because if OFA would eat AFO, where was the problem? He is wondering if he condemned a kid to death. He Is Going Through A Lot.

He wants to say so many things, ask so many questions. And the one thing he manages to blurt out is "GET HIM!"

Tamaki and Nejire immediately shoulder slam a small child. They didn't even hesitate.

That's the story of how the Mighty team found OFA again.

Izuku loves hanging out with All Might but not even him can convince him that the quirk isn't cursed.

#This got slightly longer than expected #ask game #bnha au #closed ask game #bnha spoilers #cursed quirk au

[todoscript]

how he would ask you out

request: pls some headcanons of how the boys (shinsou/tamaki/shouto) would ask the girl they like out 🥺

characters: shinsou hitoshi, amajiki tamaki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff

word count: 3.3k+ total, 900-1200 per character

tags: pining, confessions, fem!reader

author’s notes: sorry if this sounds rushed?? i can’t write 

copyright 2021 todoscript, all rights reserved. i do not allow my creations to be published or translated anywhere else.

SHINSOU HITOSHI

two years after his enrollment into the hero course, shinsou had finally came to terms with the feelings he’s been holding for you for quite some time now.

what began as just friendly encounters and kind gestures felt like something more to him. after all, you were one of the key people that led him to transition smoothly into the class, with your helpful demeanor and coming to his aid whenever he was stressed and troubled by the new environment.

you went out of your way to organize study sessions and small arrangements to mingle and get to know the other students better.

you reiterated to him that if he ever had any questions about anything, he could always come to you.

initially, shinsou thought he was being a burden—that he was just heavy baggage that tied you down.

however, you assured he was anything but, and stated that you were more than happy to help him, even going to say you enjoyed spending time and getting to learn more about him.

at your response, shinsou was appalled at how genuine you were.

appalled… but also very grateful.

eventually, there came a point when he realized there was no mistaking the affection he felt for you—not when he subconsciously noted every one of your habits and intricacies, able to tell whatever emotions were running through you at a simple glance, or when he would stop to admire the way you decided to style your hair differently or changed your look, thinking you seemed even more charming that day by the confidence you exude.

no, at that point, he’s sure it was painfully obvious. so obvious, in fact, that kaminari and mina had chosen to skip today’s group study session in favor of letting the two of you have your “alone time”. whatever that could mean.

shinsou had grimaced over their excuse of “being too busy that day” when you had told him the reasoning they gave you over text, despite knowing their next exam was only a couple days away. recalling just how nosy and enthusiastic they could get when involved in these kinds of affairs, he had an inkling of what exactly those two were planning. you, on the other hand, seemed completely oblivious to their schemes.

however, what did latch onto your mind was the thought of spending the day with only shinsou, in his very room, sitting across from each other with your textbooks open in front of you. though you should be more attentive to your studies, you couldn’t help the palpitations beating loudly in your chest and your wandering eyes that snuck glances at him after every question you answered.

unbeknownst to you, shinsou mirrored your actions all the same, reciprocating the flustered behavior, albeit a bit more subtly.

keep calm, hitoshi. why are you getting all worked up? he would say to himself, putting on his usual facade.

although he came off as relatively calm and collected on the outside, it’s difficult to keep his emotions in check when actions never lie.

that was especially true as he reached his hand out for the eraser you two were sharing between each other. with his eyes continuing to gander down at his notes, he hadn’t noticed that you were lunging for the same thing—not until your fingers had suddenly touched and you both pulled away at a speed equivalent to making contact with fire.

his stare unfaltering, shinsou was surprised to discern the embarrassed look on your face that immediately fixed itself as you rummaged through your pencil pouch. a second later, you pulled out another eraser, one that was notably smaller than the one you were sharing.

“um.. i’ll just use this,” you offered, and shinsou rubbed the back of his neck, the whole situation more awkward than it needed to be considering you never had any trouble sharing your supplies with each other before.

through some examination of your demeanor, shinsou had made a… bold enough claim, thinking that maybe—just maybe—you held the same kind of affections for him as he did for you.

it’s like he recalled earlier—actions never lie—and shinsou didn’t let the quiver of your lips or the intense concentration at your work to avoid meeting his gaze go past his head. that’s what spurred him to finally act on his desires.

without warning, he leaned forward on his seat to lay his hand over yours that caught your attention. you met his eyes, astonished to say the least, but more so concerned by how your eyes widened before you were about to open your mouth to ask him what was wrong.

the violet-haired male beats you to your words, voice resonating firmly, “y/n.”

you blinked. “y-yeah..?”

“i know this might be a bit late coming from me, but,” you could feel his hand tighten atop yours, “after exams, do you want to catch a movie together? just the two of us?”

shinsou fought the urge to look away, bashful at how he made his declaration for your time. the warmth surging under his skin was alleviated at the smile that slowly curled on your lips as you rotate your wrist, your palm touching his. the expression washing over your features told him you’ve been waiting for him to ask you this for a while now.

“i’d love to.”

AMAJIKI TAMAKI

ever a shy and introverted individual, tamaki has never had the heart to ask you out despite years of harboring a crush on you.

every time the thought had crossed his mind, he’d reason poorly with himself that you wouldn’t be interested in him in that way.

it didn’t help that his low self-esteem only deepened that thought that had now rooted itself in his brain.

at such a prestigious school like u.a., you were bound to find someone far more compelling than him—someone with guts, confidence, and great social skills. not a guy like him who conjures the image of potatoes at every anxiety-inducing encounter he comes across.

he was relieved enough to settle himself comfortably as just your friend—a title that allowed him to stay close and keep within your circle, all the while subjecting him to simply admiring you from afar.

but his eyes that held a hidden longing for more weren’t overlooked by a fellow student of his. or to be precise, the ever curious and free-spirited, hadou nejire.

always aware of his surroundings, it was hard not to notice that peculiar stare she’d aim at him during moments where he might’ve just finished speaking to you, or when you’d pass by and his head would naturally drift in your direction.

it was like she was picking apart every detail laid on him and it made tamaki absolutely restless.

tamaki’s suspicions and anxiety were later raised during one instance at the lunch table. he was at his usual seat next to his other big three companions, mirio and the aforementioned nejire, who was eyeing him with a gleam in her eye.

even with his self-consciousness, tamaki did his best not to pay any mind to the undesired attention and munched on his plate of takoyaki—the octopus nestled in the batter sure to come in handy later in training that day.

to his dismay, you passed by their table with your tray of food in hand, and nejire did not waste any time calling you over in that cheery tone of hers.

she invited you to sit down with them. you gave her invitation some thought before ultimately placing yourself in the free spot next to mirio, with nejire and tamaki already seated across from you.

the girl was all smiles and hums while tamaki was in a state of distress, both at his friend’s odd behavior, which was starting to spell trouble, to having you pulled into all of this. mirio was just being mirio, welcoming as always.

you greeted everyone at the table, making eye contact with mirio and nejire, but tamaki evaded your line of sight. he simply waved his reply without breaking away from his balls of takoyaki.

luckily for him, you didn’t give his lack of words much thought and started digging into your own lunch. it was then that nejire found it appropriate to start up a conversation.

“y’know, y/n, i’ve been meaning to ask you this, from one girl to another,” she mused, finger waving around playfully, “are you interested in anyone here?”

upon hearing her question, tamaki almost choked on his bonito flakes, his cheeks puffed and eyes blown. meanwhile, your chewing slowed as you gave your answer some thought.

“uh… well–”

“i’d say fujita from class d is quite the looker! think you’d be interested in them?”

after swallowing the food in his mouth, tamaki began to subconsciously listen in on the conversation. he paid close attention to your responses with bated breath, a small part of him anticipating your answer highly.

“fujita’s nice and all, but i don’t think we’d really get along as a couple.”

tamaki mentally sighed, relief evident all over his face. it was then that mirio had started fitting the pieces together after watching his close friend’s brow wrinkle throughout the entire exchange before finally relaxing at your words. crossing his eyes with nejire’s only confirmed his suspicions as the girl sent him a wink.

as a friend, mirio wasn’t about to let nejire’s operations fall flat. getting up from his seat, he motioned tamaki to come with him.

“i heard they have extra yakisoba bread right now! we should go check it out!” he said as a guise to give the other two time to themselves, free from tamaki’s prying ears.

unaware that mirio had caught on so quickly, tamaki didn’t object to tagging along with him. mostly because he thought of this as an opportunity to get some fresh air and calm his racing heart, finally feeling the effects of the blood rushing to his face.

with tamaki supposedly out of earshot, nejire was free to go about her questions however she wanted.

“okay then, if not fujita, then who? there has to be someone, right?” the girl scooted further in her seat out of pure curiosity. “tell me, is it perhaps someone in our class?”

it was your turn to be stricken by her boldness. you tried picking at your food, stuffing it into your mouth to avoid answering, but nejire’s tenacity outmatched you.

finishing your lunch, you opened your mouth to speak, “actually, the person i’m interested in is pretty close to you…”

nejire feigned ignorance, innocently placing a finger under her chin. “who? mirio?”

“ah no, it’s tamaki, alright?!” you ended up blurting, voice hushed but frantic.

bingo. hearing exactly what she wanted, nejire returned to her original position, a triumphant grin plastered on her lips. replaying what you said out loud in your head, you buried your warm face in your hands.

unbeknownst to you, tamaki had ended up hearing the whole exchange around the corner coming back to their table as mirio lightly snickered at his revelation of an expression.

the blond patted his shoulder. “go on then, you know what to do.” he threw tamaki an encouraging thumbs-up.

the boy gulped in response before inhaling a deep breath of air to prepare himself for what would arguably be the most important yet stress-inducing moment of his life so far.

noticing you getting up to discard your tray, tamaki—through a final push from mirio—went to make his move.

hearing him suddenly call out to you, you were caught off-guard. after admitting to your crush on tamaki to nejire, you felt your cheeks get hot just seeing his face right afterward.

“oh hey, did you get your hands on those yakisoba breads?” you scraped up a way to start the conversation.

“right... that… mirio managed to get the last one in the cafeteria,” he answered. then he brought his hand to rub his elbow, fidgeting in his spot as he found it difficult to look you in the eyes again.

“tamaki? something wrong? are you upset that he got the last yakisoba bread?”

he shook his head. “no, i… it’s just… i’ve been meaning to ask you this for a long time now, but never had the courage to say it to you because i didn’t think you ever liked me that way. but…” he finally mustered the determination to face you head-on. “would you go out with me, y/n?”

at first, you were speechless—absent of words as you relayed his request in your mind over and over again. then, your eyes softened, lips easing into a smile as you reached out for his hand.

“i thought you’d never ask.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

it’s no surprise to many that when it came to asking someone out, todoroki didn’t exactly know the first thing to do.

mostly because he’s never asked anyone out to begin with.

you were the first person he’s ever felt these kinds of emotions for, and to be frank, he wasn’t sure what to make of everything that had been going through him when that root of infatuation had started to bloom inside him.

rather than sulk or contemplate on his thoughts for too long, he surmised it was best to simply come clean and ask for advice.

but when he confessed to what had been on his mind lately, he wasn’t expecting such a vigorous response from his friends.

“i’ve been thinking about asking y/n out.”

there was a layer of uncomfortable silence amongst the group before all hell eventually broke loose.

midoriya, uraraka, and iida immediately sprung from their seats in the common room, yelling “what?!” in unison. tsuyu and her frog-like mannerisms were more idle, but still surprised nonetheless.

todoroki was unfazed by their reactions, actually expecting it to go that way considering he’s never brought up any topics of that nature before. at the very least, he’s thankful he decided to say this when it was just the five of them. compared to what the whole class’s reaction would have been like, this was incredibly tame.

todoroki was used to always listening to what others had to say and never being the subject of the conversation when it came to dating.

but now things were different. he was openly admitting to them that he was regarding someone romantically. that he possibly sought a relationship with this someone—wanting to be committed to them and become the very best person he could be right next to them. to the four, this was coming completely out of left field.

after everyone simmered down and let the news sink in, the dual-haired boy resumed his thought,

“but i’m not sure how to do it.”

though the entirety of the group never had any experiences when it came to dating, they knew enough from media and pop culture to get an idea on how to help him. more than todoroki could imagine on his own anyway.

“i know! how about we go with the romantic and suave approach!” uraraka suggested. the rest asked her to elaborate.

“it’s simple! it starts by you leaving a note on her desk right before class, saying to meet you on the rooftop of the school! before the designated time, you should wait there for her with a bouquet of flowers, and then when she arrives, confess your feelings and ask her out!”

midoriya rubbed a finger against his cheek, skeptical. “i don’t think that sounds as simple as you’re making it out to be.”

tsuyu chimed in beside him. “those kinds of ideas usually only work well in books, ochako.”

pursing her lips, uraraka gave her plan a once-over, and realized it did seem a bit more involved and out of character than what todoroki was used to.

despite sharing a few more ideas with one another, they couldn’t narrow it down to any perfect one.

that was when iida clapped his hand, bringing everyone’s attention to him.

“alright, i think we’re starting to blow this whole ‘operation’ way out of proportion,” he said.

“if you’re honest about the way you feel about her and show it sincerely, i’m sure she’ll consider your feelings. you don’t have to do anything extravagant when it comes to asking someone out.”

listening throughout every word, todoroki nodded. meanwhile the other three were astonished that their class representative could be so whimsical when it came to romance, which in turn, iida was conflicted by. however, at the very least he was glad they could help out a friend. and so, todoroki went about his day with their discussion in mind.

he found that in many occurrences, whenever he crossed by you and thought of it as a chance to ask you out, there would always be someone to come in and take your time away. leaving him to stand there awkwardly before dismissing the fated question for later.

eventually, the sky dimmed and evening arrived, and by then, the whole class was already back at their dormitory and about to have dinner.

through some rather convenient circumstances, you two were actually assigned on kitchen duty that night.

“it’s been getting pretty cold lately so i was thinking we should cook up a hot pot for everyone.” you gave your idea to him as you pulled out some ingredients from the fridge, waiting for his reply, but it came a few seconds later than you were expecting.

“right. sounds like a good idea,” todoroki answered a tad late. upon realizing it was only going to be the two of you making dinner tonight, his mind was occupied by what he and his friends spoke about earlier.

that was when he started overthinking the situation and absentmindedly half-assed his work.

“todoroki, the cut on the tofu is slightly uneven.” you reviewed his cutting board. looking down, he saw the inconsistent slices of tofu limp in front of him. if bakugou were the executive chef for the evening, he would’ve had to hear an earful from him.

“sorry…” he apologized quietly, reaching out for another cube of tofu to cut.

“is everything okay? i know you’re still learning how to cook, but i’ve seen you show some significant improvement on your knife skills recently.” you voiced your concern for him.

the white and red-haired boy stared at the white bean curd while hearing your worried tone and couldn’t find it within himself to continue the task. it was now or never he thought. he laid the knife flat on the cutting board.

“actually, i wanted to ask you something.” he turned toward you. “do you… want to go out with me?”

nothing but the sound of the fire running on the stove could be heard in the kitchen. todoroki didn’t move his eyes away from you, watching you nearly drop the plate of siu choy and shiitake mushrooms out of shock as your mouth was hanging open.

when you caught onto your bearings, you let out a small laugh. “oh… i… wasn’t expecting that,” you admitted honestly, placing the ingredients on the counter safely.

the boy furrowed his brows. “is that a no?”

“n-no! i mean that isn’t my answer! i–” you fumbled with your words, cheeks warming up now that his confession had finally sunk in. in the meantime, todoroki found your reaction quite amusing. the corner of his lip quirked into a grin.

“what i mean to say is that yes, i’d love to go out with you.” you accepted the offer wholeheartedly. todoroki would be lying if his heart wasn’t throbbing from anticipation. he’s glad he’s able to rest and put that aside.

“now let’s continue making this hot pot together!” you cheered, smiling widely and he found comfort in your words before resuming slicing the tofu.

#bnha x reader #bnha imagine #bnha headcanons #shinsou x reader #shinso x reader #tamaki x reader #todoroki x reader #mha x reader #bnha scenarios #mha headcanons #shinsou hitoshi x reader #tamaki amajiki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #bnha x y/n

[yanderechuu]

Shower Thoughts

yandere!Class 1A x fem!reader

[3.2K]

Summary: Momo wasn’t as trustable as you had presumed.

Warning: Larceny, nonconsensual touching, masturbation

│

You used to spend roughly ten minutes in the shower, only ever needing to soak your body in the water, apply shampoo and body wash before rinsing all the foam of products from your skin and scalp. Shower thoughts simply consisted of the day’s agenda or any special occurrence that had happened the past week, never really drifting off to existential questions and dark notions that would keep you from leaving the bathroom later than usual. You neither necessarily liked taking a shower nor did you dread it, as to you it was only ever a mandatory routine of the day which you handled with a neutral mind.

But now, ten minutes were already a slow thirty, and majority of the time you bothered not to move your arms to make work of your hair, or lather your skin with soap as you normally would do had it not been for the questions plaguing your mind like how your classmates would terrorize your time and space.

Right, your classmates - who would spend every hour of the day with you as if they didn’t have anything better to do. As if you were an important subject of matter next to hero training. You never appreciated it, because from the start, you did not want to have anything do to with them. They smothered and coddled you as if air wasn’t that important to you, disregarding the way you felt about personal space, how it was very significant to you. Rare were the moments of peace as a few of them were always by your side, ‘ensuring your safety’ as they would like to quote it. Why ensure your safety? You had not been a prominent figure in the sports festival, neither did you have a quirk that could be of great utility for the villains unlike Bakugou or Tokoyami. You weren’t a problem child, either. Their justification of following you around like you were some sort of high-maintenance prisoner made no sturdy sense to you.

“There’s this new package of green tea my mother had sent me this week! Would you like to try it, (y/n)?”

“Sure.”

But if you had to choose among your classmates one whom you would tolerate for the following years you’d be in U.A., that would be Yaoyorozu Momo. She was kind and considerate, often determining your feelings before you could voice it out (not that you really had the courage to, most of the time). She was organized and pristine and never had you met someone more befitting for the definition of ‘mom friend’ than her. She was perfect in nearly every way, and even though you’d have the occasional pang of jealousy at some times her perfectionism was displayed (gender envy, isn’t it, (y/n)?), she never seemed to bear mal intent, so you would let the emotions slide. You’d see the galaxy in her eyes if you would stare long enough. Her tea was best substitute for coffee, too.

You never considered her more than a very great friend, though, and to her, that was a problem.

As you sauntered your way over to your dorm with her, you shuffled your bag to take your room key buried in the side pockets. “I’ll go down in a while, but you better make sure you’re in the common room before me.”

You wouldn’t allow your classmates to take advantage of your lone self simply because Momo wasn’t there to fend them off.

“Mhm! Lemon green tea as usual, correct?”

“Yeah. Thanks again, YaoMomo.”

Your use of sotto voce tone on her nickname gave a pleasant shiver down her spine; her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head had she not restrained herself. Having been always kept to yourself, you never felt the need to adjust your volume for others to hear properly, so oftentimes your voice came out in a whisper - not that she minded, of course. You sounded more sensual that way.

“Are you going to take a while or will I have to brew tea right away?”

“Training was more strenuous than usual, and my muscles can’t seem to relax,” you explained, “so I’m going to take a quick shower.”

From your peripheral vision as you were focused on your bag to fish out the key, you saw Momo’s jaw slack upon hearing your plan to take a bath. It was odd, but you didn’t give particular attention to it when you finally took out your desired item. You failed to notice the way she abruptly settled her gaze on the key, inspecting it as if she was deliberating its shape, form, and material, and installing it to memory.

“Oh- oh!” She exclaimed. “I do remember having some body wash that help soothe muscle strains and body aches. I can hand them to you if you want.”

You shook your head, smiling lightly. “You’re too kind, YaoMomo. But I think just hot water will do for me.”

She watched as you opened the door to your room, giving her one more smile before disappearing inside and locking the door with a distinct click. As soon as you did so, she pulled the sleeve of her wrist up, developing with her body lipids a key the exact copy of the one you had held.

You certainly lied when you had said you were going to take a ‘quick’ shower. Already ten minutes into it did you only decide to sleek yourself with liquid body soap, initially absentmindedly rubbing it on your body, before you gradually got rougher with your movements and soon you found yourself scuffing your own flesh with vehement motion.

They were excessively touchy again, your classmates. Denki got too close to your face while delivering a pick-up line that made you wish you didn’t exist in order to hear it, and upon nearing you did Bakugou pull you away from him, cursing at him to buzz off. He took his time feeling up your waist - the part he used to grab you - while at it. During lunch, as you were once again coerced into joining his group to the cafeteria, Izuku refused to let go of your hand as you walked, and Uraraka as adamant with hugging you by the hips with one arm. It was what girlfriends did, she said, and you were not entirely sure whether or not she referred to that word romantically.

And if not, then did girlfriends also normally touch the parts of which you did not want to be touched on? You felt, clear as day, a bare hand resting on your thigh when you sat on your usual spot, dangerously close to lifting your skirt for everyone to see, and when you gave Hagakure’s faceless face a questioning look, she asked you what was wrong. Her uniform sleeve was literally floating on top of your lap, and still she had the gall to pretend as if she was not touching you with lacking consent. 

 You were not safe from Shoto, either, when he offered to readjust your uniform tie and you were in no place to decline (you had the right to, but they just stripped you off of it), his breath hitching in ecstasy as his fingers brushed your chest; he was, audaciously enough, not hiding his bliss. Then he rubbed your shoulders to ‘warm you up,’ when all he really intended to do was motivate his own fantasy that you were his and he was simply scenting you like some fucking alpha to his omega.

You turned no blind eye to their gesticulations. You never once found it endearing, and wished they would stop with whatever the hell this was called, because you were quite sure this was past the border of molestation and could already be rendered a form of bullying.

But not once did you consider the possibility of having a class obsessed with your quaint self.

So you supposed that until you’d find a way to deduce their idiosyncratic actions and tendencies then you would have to make do with your own bathroom as your safe space. Momo was the only classmate you could confide to, so at least she was there.

Unfortunately, you had yet to see the other side of her coin.

Because as she was just right outside your bathroom door, obsessively taking in every bit of item you owned inside your dorm room like a madman, you were left with the impression that she was all you could ever ask for in a friend. You didn’t know how she was not any better than the rest of your classmates, adoring your very existence to the extent of insanity; how she’d crave for you so often and so terribly that she’d feel herself clench when you do so much as merely spare her a glance. And you had done that a lot today - she would have to relieve herself for it.

She spotted the heap of clothes right by your bed; it became apparent that you had stripped yourself off of it before entering the bathroom and taking a shower. Walking towards it, a portion of your seamless underwear came to view, and she resisted the urge to render into a mound of horniness in order to pick it up and inspect it closely.

It was a lighter color of (s/c). A plain, simple, modest undergarment item, still it evoked a particular feeling on the bottom center of Momo’s hips. The heat came rushing along her midriff and instigated the muscle of her legs to falter, and as soon as she felt it, a hand of hers drifted past her skirt, feeling up the slick accumulated on the fabric of her own panties only with the knowledge that your panties were currently in her possession. She needed release, but you were nearly finished with your bath, and she was still inside your room.

You walked out of the shower the moment she shut the door of your bedroom. You saw it closed, but you didn’t catch the culprit.

This unnerved you to no end. Undoubtedly, you thought, this had to be one of your classmates. Who else was it supposed to be? Aizawa-sensei (...)? You had yet to know their ultimatum, but you were sure this occurrence was another one of their schemes. You had assumed that all their weird, unappreciated antics were just to get you to socialize with them, but now you didn’t understand why it had gotten to the point of entering your room without permission.

You couldn’t keep this to yourself.

So you planned to bring it up to Momo, a representative of your class and someone whom you deemed trustable enough to share it with. Quickly, you dressed into your casual indoor attire, and rushed outside your room to head to the kitchen, where you presumed she’d be in the process of making your tea. But she wasn’t there.

Instead, she was in her own room, your panties muzzled right into her face and her own fingers buried deeply inside her cunt.

“Oh- oh, god- Ah! (Y/n)!”

Oh god, your panties. Oh god, your panties. The object most intimate to your parts of intimacy, soaking every bit of womanly secretion from your genitalia. Of all the masturbation sessions she had done to the thought of you, this was the hottest. She wasn’t quite sure whether to imagine your cunt on her lips in a position of mutual cunnilingus or your fingers thrusting into her in place of hers. She wanted both.

A whine slipped past her lips. To think that moments ago, she was in the same space as you were nude. Oh, to join you in the bathroom, doing inenarrable things to each other with the use of the showerhead. To touch your skin selfishly rather than only watch as she would do during class hours.

She came with a squeal, falling face-down to bite the duvet of her large bed. Gone in her hazy mind was her promise to you of lemon green tea, and as she still basked in the pathological euphoria of getting off, you were in the common room, anxiously waiting for her return.

But just as you had expected, someone was bound to spot you alone and take this as an opportunity to be with you, and they just so happened to be-

Oh. Aoyama.

He offered you a slice of cheese with his usual grin before settling down a few feet beside you, enough to leave you be in your personal bubble. You gave him occasional glances, unwrapping the cheese from its casing and he just sat there, eating his. He was alright, you guessed - another tolerable classmate of yours next to Momo. Perhaps it was because you used to always be alone in the classroom with him during break time that you were at ease with his presence. Or maybe he just seemed so gay and that, for some reason, comforted you. One gay presence could comfort another lol.

“It’s delicious.” Your comment came out inadvertently.

“Oui. Only the best quality for the best person.” He flaunted.

You weren’t exactly sure whether he was referring to you or to himself, but you paid little attention to that as the cheese was certainly delicious; you were not lying.

“It’s odd how your chose to take a bath at this time of the day.” He spoke.

You stopped chewing.

He meant to refer to your damp hair, but having just suspected your class of breaking and entering your room, you thought otherwise.

“I-” You choked on the cheese, ending up needing to gulp it like liquid content instead of breaking it down to fit your throat. 

Immediately, he sprang up in concern, stepping over to you to gently thump you on the back. “Are you alright?”

“No- I mean- I just-!” You wheezed, occasionally having to clear your throat. You swatted his hand away from you; you hadn’t meant to appear rude, but you did. You stood up in a rush. “L-look, I have to go.”

“Don’t you want to drink water?”

“I’m- fine,”

With your words, you took off from the common room area and headed back to your room. There were two sets of emotions that mixed to form the bile in your throat. One was wrath and humiliation upon the discovery of Aoyama’s actions. The other was betrayal and confusion from Momo’s absence when she had said she’d be brewing tea for you, and it wasn’t the tea that disheartened you. She knew of your issue with the class, and if she were busy, couldn’t she have texted you a heads-up?

She shouldn’t be surprised when at the next time she saw you, you interacted with her less. Your intention to distance yourself from her was most prominent, and it didn’t help that your classmates took notice of this, because now they were taking advantage of the situation, tagging you along with them in spite of your futile attempts to decline now that Momo was nowhere to tell them off. When she’d talk to you, you would answer, though your voice was back to speaking to her like she was a stranger. 

Resentment was stronger than ruing the lack of intimacy between you two. It was as if she had received your panties in exchange for the time she’d be spending with you, oddly enough. After much deliberation, she came to realize that this was your little ‘tantrum’ after not being able to meet with her the other day. 

It was pretty cute, she thought, that you’d try and make her acknowledge the fault on her part by ignoring her.

You didn’t walk with her back to dorms as per usual that dismissal. Instead, just like what you had used to do before finding consolation in her, you walked alone, accomplishing being able to avoid your classmates as you did. By the time she reached the dorms, you were in the kitchen, fetching a glass of water to satiate your throat. She took a hold of your wrist before you went back to your room.

“(Y/n),” she pleaded, “tell me what’s wrong.”

You looked at her with a reluctant expression. Perhaps you should. After the short while that you had been hanging out with her, her presence turned into something you came to miss. You wanted her back, but not in the way she wanted you.

“I-it’s just,” you stammered out, “y-you know how I feel being alone in the common room without you. I... I’m not comfortable with our classmates when you’re not around.” She took pride in this. “I don’t take it lightly how you left me alone the other day...”

Your voice faltered out the longer you spoke.

So she was correct; you were certainly having your little ‘tantrum.’ With a guilty smile, she left your wrist to hold your hand tenderly, and suddenly it dawned upon you the feeling of whenever Bakugou held your waist, Shoto nuzzled his face on your neck or Izuku invaded your personal space.

Fear and apprehension.

Before you could preach your objection to whatever she had planned ahead for you, she dragged you along with her and you both reached her dorm room before you could comprehend where she was taking you. 

“I’ll make it up to you.” She said, making you sit on her large bed.

Then she proceeded to make you tea, boiling water with an electric kettle situated on top of her study desk; there also laid a tea set next to her three books, which you assumed were those of which would aid her in the utility of her quirk, like encyclopedias. Beside those was a piece of cloth, unfolded, unkept - a (s/c)-colored silk fabric.

Your face drained of color.

She pushed the books towards the cloth, completely obscuring it from your view and leaving the table disorganized. You knew Momo, neat and orderly as much as possible; she wouldn’t do that without reason.

Now that you thought about it, the same day someone had barged in your room, your underwear had been missing from your set of laundry garments. You spent the next whole day actively avoiding Aoyama, thinking he was the culprit to this felony. At the present moment you were reconsidering your allegation.

“U-um, Momo, I need to go-”

“Here!”

She yelled it so giddily, so uncharacteristically, as she pushed the cup of tea towards your way. How she did so was very quick that you had not the time to take it properly, and steaming liquid fell to your décolletage, past the cotton of your uniform and streaming down the valley of your breasts. It was a moist mess. She loved every bit of it.

“Oh! Oh, my bad. I’ll- I’ll clean you up!” She exclaimed, all flushed and excited.

You didn’t find it in you to push her back when she began to do exactly what she had said, taking your blazer off, loosening your school tie and unbuttoning the dress shirt underneath, only ever being able to stare at her with eyes that evinced betrayal, because it slowly occurred to you that she was satiating her own selfish obsession with you all under the ruse of maintaining a decent friendship. 

“(Y/n),” She breathed out, “I adore you.”

She was no different than the rest of your classmates, and you were a fool to think otherwise.

#bnha x reader #bnha #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia #yandere x reader #yandere class 1a #class 1a x reader #reader insert #x reader #yandere bnha #momo yaoyorozu x reader #momo x reader #momo x y/n #yandere #yandere momo yaoyorozu #yandere momo #yanderechuu

[kaidenya]

Getting Caught ✧ MHA

Description: Headcanons for getting caught in a intimate moment with Hitoshi Shinso, Tenya Iida, Mirio Togata, & Tomura Shigaraki

WARNING: NSFW, suggestive content NOTE: This is a repost of an old SHITPOST headcanon I had on my previous account so if this looks familiar I hope you enjoy it the second time around!

“Nobody will know...”

Shinso

Shinso would go to his grave claiming that you were to blame for this situation

But in all honesty, he had been allowing things to build for far too long

You two weren’t necessarily a secret, but most people just assumed you were bEsT fRiEnDs 🥴

It was an honest misunderstanding

You had decided to keep physical contact to a minimum after an unfortunate attempt at holding his hand left you believing he didn’t enjoy any forms of PDA.

Shinso had just assumed the same about you.

However, as the two of you grew more serious, you found it more difficult to keep your hands to yourself

It just so happened your boyfriend had been working extremely hard in the hero course and it s h o w e d

You had found yourself admiring his changing physique and in turn, found you weren’t the only one admiring your boyfriend.

You weren’t necessarily jealous— you trusted him more than anything, but he tended to be socially constipated

And nobody seemed to know about you. Thus giving the other interested parties an unintentional greenlight to flirt with him. And there was one girl that had stood out among the sea of suitors.

Each time you saw the second-year girl perch next to Shinso it made your skin crawl, but no lines had been crossed.

Until they were.

Your knuckles were gripping the strap of your bag so tightly it ached when you made your way to where your boyfriend was perched outside

The second-year didn’t even acknowledge you as she continued her flirtatious ways and you don’t resist the urge to roll your eyes as you settle into the place next to him.

He had flashes you a lazy smile before focusing back on his phone screen.

Then her hand landed on his upper thigh

Let me tell you: sleepy boy was shocked when she touched him, but he was EVEN MORE SHOCKED when you took her by the wrist and tossed her hand to the side

You waste no time threading your fingers with his, rising to your feet and all but hauling him from his seat

His amusement only grew as he realized just how jealous you had gotten, a smirk forming over his lips as he set to teasing you

‘What’s the matter, kitty? You don’t like anyone touching daddy?’

NO, YOU DO NOT

You have no idea how you ended up on your knees in a supply closet??

Shinso is feeling very sure of himself above you, using the hand that was gripping the back of your neck as leverage to hold you down on his length

k i n g of dirty talk 🤭

Absolutely cannot help himself when it comes to telling you how pretty you look choking on his cock

Honestly doesn’t last long, but what do you expect? Seeing your jealous and possessive response to the girl he had given little to no acknowledgment had lit a fire in his chest

He was desperate to get his hands on you, to remind you that he was just as much yours as you were his.

And when he does— oh MAN he makes you forget all about the second-year girl

He has one of your legs draped over his shoulder as he goes down on you, licking and sucking at you in a way that had you trembling

You accidentally knock over a pile of brooms and mops, neither of you paying them any mind as your head lulled in bliss

If only you had remembered to flick the lock on the door…

Kirishima really thought someone was banging on the door for help. It wouldn’t have been manly— or heroic not to make sure someone wasn’t in trouble

Besides, why else would someone be making so much noise in a supply closet if they weren’t stuck??

So when the door swung open and he locked eyes with you, still panting and moaning as an all too familiar head of purple hair buried further into your heat—

He let out the loudest shout he could muster. Apologies poured from his mouth as he fumbled to shut the door

However, your boyfriend made no move to let you go. Instead, he hummed against your skin, only leaning back to nip at your inner thigh before speaking in a heavy voice

‘Better make this fast, kitty.’

Iida

So you’ve tried to keep your relationship on the down-low bc Iida doesn’t want anyone to think he’s distracted

We all know he just doesn’t wanna be called out for his obvious favoritism

Before you got together you were constantly pushing him, breaking minuscule rules in favor of gaining his attention. Nothing too immoral, but enough to get under his skin.

Like slipping into class just seconds after the bell had rung, nearly avoiding Aizawa’s attention, but never making it past Iida.

Or when a class had gotten a bit too stressful, the room filling with hot air as tensions rose and you had to pop open a few buttons of your uniform top

Then there was your favorite offense; desk sitting. If there was one sure way to get a reaction from your stickler of a boyfriend it was to place yourself on top of a desk.

Which is what you found yourself doing at the end of an unfavorable week. The two of you hadn’t gotten a moment together outside of your studies and you were growing needy.

So with a few moments of free time before class began, you decided to chat with Tsu and Uraraka, settling atop the desk between them when you had grown tired of standing

The desk belonging to none other than Tenya

Your ankles were crossed as you leaned forward to speak with Tsuyu and he was beyond s h o o k

Immediate hand chopping.

He’s towering over you, ranting about how your behavior was improper while keeping his hands clenched in an attempt to keep from running his fingertips along your thighs.

When was the last time you were this close to him? It had to have been longer than he realized for him to have such a strong reaction— are you biting your lip??

Any response between you died off as Aizawa addressed the class and you were sent back to your seat, leaving Iida far more frazzled than you realized

The moment class ends he has you tucked under an empty stairwell to continue his lecture

Only he doesn’t get very far

Tenya Iida has an authority kink. I take no criticism.

When you look up at him from under your lashes, muttering the words ‘yes sir’ as he chastised you, his resolve was shattered

Has you pressed against the wall immediately, fisting your blazer as he dips to press his forehead to yours

‘Why must you push me?’

Doesn’t even let you answer before his mouth is covering yours, hips arching to grind his obvious arousal against you

Knowing he had been just as affected by your as you had him was enough to spur a moan past your lips and he takes the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth

Although he was MORTIFIED at the impropriety of it all, he couldn’t resist the sweet noises you made as he expertly worked against you

His hand eventually slides between you, pushing past the waistband of your bottoms and grinding his palm against you teasingly

‘Now, who do you belong to, darling?’

You you youyouyou—

Your hand was rubbing along Iida’s hard cock, his length straining against his pants to the point you’re almost worried they’ll rip

Somehow the two of you had been so lost in one another that you hadn’t heard the door open at the top of the stairwell

Denki and Mineta honestly weren’t creeping this time— they just wanted a snack from the vending machine adjacent to you!

Got a whole ass meal instead 👁👄👁

A moan tore from your throat, quickly being smothered by Tenya’s parted lips as you came on his fingers

You had barely made out the echoing sound of objects clattering to the ground through the ringing in your ears

But your boyfriend had heard

His lips separated from you in an instant, shocked gaze shifting into something closer to anger as he recognized your classmates

Denki began stammering out an apology, looking close to short-circuiting as his attention flickered between you

Mineta had let his gaze linger on you for too long. His eyes taking in the way your exposed chest— Tenya must have pulled the buttons loose

You cringe away from his gaze, post-orgasm haze™ spurring you to tuck yourself closer to Tenya to avoid their stares rather than snap at them

It was your obvious discomfort that had kicked Iida into gear, twisting to thread your button your blouse together before rounding on the others

If embarrassment wasn’t enough, the thought of them having seen you in such a vulnerable position had him seething as he began his lecture

Attempts hand chopping them into submission, but they kept disregarding his words in favor of catching another glimpse of you in a fucked out state

All fondness for his classmates had vanished as he stepped into their line of sight, shielding you from their gazes. His eyes almost daring them to continue

Whatever words lingering on their tongues died off, heads bowing in shame as they agreed to keep the entire situation to themselves

After all, the potential wrath of Tenya Iida was not something to be taken lightly.

Mirio

Mirio’s love language is touch, without a doubt, so it’s honestly surprising when he’s NOT trying to get handsy with you

He’s always defended his obvious displays of affection by claiming he had so little free time— he’d be a fool to waste the opportunity to touch you!

Mirio jumped at the opportunity to feel you against him. Whether it was a heavy kiss to your lips after walking you to class, a hand slipping under your shirt to caress your back, or his fingers trailing teasingly along your thigh.

However, as much as he was attentive, he was also forgetful.

It was because of that forgetfulness that you found yourself alone in your dorm. Countless boxes of takeout were lined up on your desk and a pre-planned movie was ready to play on your small tv.

After a few hours and countless delivered messages, you succumbed to disappointment.

The following day Mirio can’t seem to figure out why you’re avoiding him, but he refuses to give up without a fight.

Definitely thinks it’s a game of some sort and takes it upon himself to break your silent streak

It wasn’t easy being upset with Mirio. He had an uncanny ability to brighten any room he stepped into and being irrevocably in love with him only strengthened his effect

He’s always hard for you and loves letting you know just how you affect him— so why not place a hand on your hand, pressing firmly against your back when he slips past?

You always look so stunning— why not feed you compliments at every given moment?

How could he not look at you with the most iNTENSE GAZE undressing you with his eyes in front of everyone?

It’s when he realizes that you aren’t reacting to his teasing and flirtatious behaviorist that he caves.

He finds you between classes, stirring you away from the crowd, despite your wordless protests. It isn’t until you’re tucked away in an abandoned hall that he finally asks what was wrong

You had fully intended on dragging it out, allowing anger to push you on. But he spoke to you in the softest voice, looked at you with eyes filled with so much devotion that it was nearly overwhelming

He is shocked when you shove him away— were you tearing up??

Actually gets super defensive because he doesn’t realize HES the one that made you upset

Once you finally cave and remind him about the date he had missed it hits him like a freight train.

The two of you so rarely got time together and he had stood you up.

‘I’m so sorry, baby. I’ve been so busy lately— I didn’t realize I was neglecting you.’

Does not waste time making it up to you. He cups your face in his hands as he starts placing soft kisses on your face, cooing softly as tears roll down your cheeks

Did somebody say praise kink?

How can you stay mad at him when he’s telling you how sorry he is and that he loves you and you’re the only one his dick will get hard for??

It isn’t long before he’s pinned you between him and the wall, hitching your legs around his waist while coaxing you into a heavy kiss

His hips flex to grind against you, his hot length slotting between your thighs as he digs his fingertips into the curve of your ass

Mirio does not care that somebody could see— his quirk leaves him naked all the time and he’s shameless 🥵

But again he’s so forgetful—

And he was meant to go straight to class 1A to talk with them alongside the other members of The Big Three

So when he didn’t show up Aizawa had sent Tamaki and Midoriya in search of their future number one hero

How were you supposed to know they would turn the corner just as you arched from the wall?

Mirio had no idea anyone was there as he used the hand that was wrapped around your throat as leverage to grind you over the edge—

bOY were you embarrassed when you heard the two boys audibly g a s p

Midoriya’s embarrassment nearly gave Tamaki a run for his money. You were quick to turn away, immediately hiding your face in his chest as he greeted the duo in an overly cheerful voice

Absolutely teases the three of you over the incident FOREVER!!

Shigaraki

Shigaraki was obsessed with you.

There was no way around how infatuated he had become and it only seemed to grow alongside your relationship

He was touch starved. The moment you began giving him physical affection and attention it was game over

He had no shame, especially when it came to his desire for you, which is how you often found yourself perched on his lap no matter the company.

That being said, the leader of the League of Villains became intolerable when the two of you were separated for long.

And a recent spiral of events has prevented you from returning to the hideout, thus leaving the others to deal with him

You weren’t expected to return until the following week. Aside from texting Shigaraki endlessly (didn’t he have anything better to do?) and assuring Twice and Toga that you’d be returning as soon as possible, you hadn’t had much contact with the League

Shigaraki was wound up tight, lashing out at the others far more than usual. That was how he ended up sitting at the bar, Father concealing his annoyance as Kurogiri took over the meeting.

And suddenly you were walking in, muttering a quick apology before taking the only available seat beside Toga

Shigaraki could not keep his eyes off of you, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by the others. It was the most present he had been since you left.

Of course, that meant Dabi has also noticed and never missing an opportunity to mess with their ruthless leader he shifted closer from his place behind you, muttering small talk into your ear

There is no doubt in my mind that Shigaraki was staring at you both like 😠 behind Father

Luckily the meeting had been wrapping up upon your arrival and the group was dismissed, many leaving to handle their own business.

However, the moment you had leaped to your feet Tomura had vanished from the room

With a sigh you moved over to the bar, sliding into the seat that had once been occupied by your man and Kurogiri placed a drink before you

By the time you had downed the last bit the bar had gotten eerily quiet, though when you shifted to speak to the Misty Man he was already looking over your shoulder. With a single nod, he had left the room.

The moment he was gone leather artist gloves shoved under your top, your heart racing at the all too familiar feeling as a palm settled between your shoulders

‘I’ve missed you, pet.’

There was a harsh tone to his voice, but it was contradicted by the trail of open-mouthed kisses he pressed along your neck and shoulder

Your entire body arched against him, head craning back to catch a glimpse of him, smiling widely as you met his gaze and returned the sentiment

A scoff slid past his lips, though you could see the amusement dancing in his gaze as his hand reached around to wrap around your throat

Despite the gloves, he kept a pinky in the air

His mouth covers yours in a sloppy kiss as his hips jolt sharply against you, knocking you against the countertop

Absolutely cannot control himself as he ruts against you, wasting little to no time in pushing your bottoms down past your thighs

Heat pooled in your stomach as his free hand reached between you to pull himself from his jeans

His dick slid between your thighs, a throaty whine sliding past your lips and despite the slick from your arousal the thick head stretched you perfectly

You had been completely lost in him, moaning and whining freely as he continued to rut against you.

There was a click throughout the room, similar to the door handle being twisted and your attention was adverted to the source

However, Shigaraki was faster.

He grabbed the back of your head and using his hold as leverage to press your face flat against the bar-top while his other hand worked against your sensitive center. A loud moan that was undoubtedly his name tumbled past your lips

‘There’s my little slut— louder, make sure they know who makes you feel this good.’

Unbeknownst to you, the person he wanted to be sure knew you were his had entered the room, Tomura meeting his gaze with a smirk as you began chanting his name like a prayer

A harsh thrust of his hips sent you over the edge as you came on his cock, filthy praises slipping past his lips as his hot release rolled down your thighs

He placed another sloppy kiss on the back of your neck before parting from you.

The moment you lift your head and begin adjusting yourself you lock eyes with Dabi

Embarrassed didn’t even begin to explain how you felt as Tomura let out a loud laugh, reaching down to pull your bottoms up after he had tucked himself away

‘Go wait on my bed while I speak with Dabi and I may let you come on my tongue.’

You wasted no time hurrying away from the two, heart pounding from both excitement and humiliation as you rushed to do as you were told

#iida x reader #mirio x reader #shigaraki x reader #shinso x reader #tenya x reader #mirio headcanons #iida headcanons #shinso headcanons #shigaraki headcanons #my hero academia #my heado academia headcanons

[deru-shigaraki]

Yandere Leviathan (obey me one shot)~Smut warning

You weren't happy with the arrangement. It was ridiculous that your mother was moving in with her new boyfriend so soon. Not that you didn't believe that she was happy. You've never seen your mom act this way. She was like a dizzy teenager, so love struck. Their honeymoon phase was striking hard and it cute yet somewhat disturbing. You hadn't minded them spending all of their time together. It gave you the opportunity to indulge in a new found freedom. Your mother used to be fixated on your social life, making it hard for you to do your own thing. However that beautiful privilege was going to be taken from you. It was cold the evening you had finally gotten settled in. You weren't the type to complain. You were a go with the flow type of girl. However going from your usual carefree lifestyle to having to share a room with someone was the icing on the top of a fucked up cake. Leviathan was the son of a friend of your mothers boyfriend. He had been staying with him for a few years due to family drama. When you ended up coming to stay as well, there were no other rooms, meaning that the two of you, practically strangers, had to share a living space. You had met Leviathan multiple times before, but it could hardly be considered meeting, given the fact that he hadn't made any effort into speaking to you. Even now as you made busy organizing your side of the room, he only glanced. You realized really quick that he rarely took his eyes off his game, but when he did, his glaze was fixed on you. It was creepy to say the least. You didn't like him already, and him acting creepy wasn't helping you adjust at all. Levi did his schooling online, meaning that when you left for classes during the day, he stayed behind. It hadn't crossed your mind that something weird could happen until you started noticing that a few of your things had gone missing. Articles of clothing mostly. You doubted he was stealing your clothes to wear them so you had dismissed it as being your imagination but even so, it placed a heavy bit of doubt in you. Coming home from school was always awkward. Both of the adults worked late and then would stay out together even later, meaning that it was just the two of you for hours until you went to bed. Today was no different. You sat in your bed, reading a book. Levi was on the floor in front of his tv, playing video games peacefully until the my hero academia theme song sounded off on his phone. You chuckled at his cute ringtone. He blushed lightly, glaring at you as he answered. "That mom and dad?" You asked and he shook his head standing up. "Girlfriend." He muttered before leaving the room for more privacy. You didn't think anything of it. You knew that he had a long distance relationship with some chick on the internet. That was it. He wasn't much of a talker in the first place so opening up about his love life wasn't something you had expected. Much like the sob that interrupted your chapter. You looked up from your paper back and stare in the direction of the slightly cracked door. Out in the hall you could hear Leviathan's voice. You were surprised, never hearing him get so loud. His tone was distressed, whatever she was telling him must not have been good. You didn't want to eavesdrop but a part of you was way too interested in what was going down. You put a piece of scrap paper into your book and set it down before sliding off of your bed silently. You didn't want to alert him. It would just be a little listen and then you'd hurry back to your bed before he even knew it. Though you wish you hadn't had that idea. You couldn't quite make out with what his girlfriend was saying but after hearing Leviathan response with: "Why? What have I done? Please don't do this! Think about it, you love me, and I love you." Listening was one thing you could have scolded yourself on, but you ignored even that and took a peak out the cracked door. Leviathan was pacing back and fourth, his body trembling in what you guessed as anger or maybe intense sadness. As soon as the call was over, he dropped his phone before balling his hand into a fist, striking the wall with an aggressive punch. You gasped as he repeated the action, again and again. As soon as he started to use both of his hands, you decided enough was enough. You rushed out into the hall way and grabbed his shoulder. He pushed you back. "Stay away from me brat!" He shouted and you paused. Your eyes were wide, staring at his bruising knuckles. You glanced back and forth from his hands to his eyes, feeling like you were about to cry with him. Leviathan sighed, closing his eyes and tucking his hands in his hoodie pockets. He muttered an apology before pushing past you, entering the room. You followed him, not trying to get in his face but you wanted to help, or at least wanted to know the drama. Leviathan was laying down on his bed, body sprawled out on his back. He was obviously suffering over what had happened. You weren't exactly sure what you were going to do about it. You sat yourself next to him. He glared at you before reaching up to cover his face with his hands. He tried to hide his wet eyes and red face but you could clearly see the way he was trembling. You didn't want him to be upset. It was going to be a few hours before you were going to bed and you didn't want to have to sit an awkwardness. You scooted closer to him before laying down next to your roommate. You waited a moment before speaking. "Sooo, do you wanna talk about it?" You asked and her growled before turning over onto his side, facing away from you. He gave a few angry sniffles before letting his guard drop just a small bit. "My girlfriend broke up with me..." You gave a little nod to yourself. "Yep...Do you-" "She said I was too clingy! How!?" Levi rolled over, startling you as he continued. "How could I be controlling her from across the ocean?! How big does she think My bank account is that she's accusing me of hacking her phone!?" You attempted to throw in your two sense, however he wasn't giving you the chance, continuing to get worked up, his body was leaning into your personal space more and more. "It's not hacking if I correctly guess a password to something!" You quirked an eyebrow, slightly amused by his tantrum. Leviathan then started getting a little too close, his leg swinging over your body. "If I was hacking her, she would have never even known!" He added, now straddling your hips. For you that was crossing the line and you had reached up to push him off before he caught your hands in his. "I would have done anything for her! I deleted her friends to protect her, I leveled up by body!" He growled the last part, lifting up his shirt, surprising you with actual abs underneath his layers of clothes. He forced your hand up against him and your face flushed with confusion as well as embarrassment. "This was going to be hers." He tipped his head back in thought, closing his eyes and moaning softly. His fingers were firm, holding your hand securely against his body. You were starting to shake, not sure how to react to this. Your mouth twitched, wondering what to say. He was getting a bit lost in his own mind. His hips were relaxing into you, making you feel even more uncomfortable. You had to stop this, it felt out of place, wrong even. You cleared your throat and pulled your hand away from him. As this he responded with a look of realization. He looked down at you for a moment before sighing deeply and dropping his hoodie. "I'm sorry...." He dropped his upper body down, his arms holding him up as he stared down into your face. You nibbled at your bottom lip. "It's fine, Just try and take your mind off of it, how about we play your games or something?" You suggested and his cheeks brightened up. "You'd play with me?" His voice cracked slightly, but you pretended not to hear it. He sat up, rushing to get controllers for the two of you. It was possibly the oddest night of your life. Levi was attached to your hip, leaning up against you while you both played on the tv. It wasn't that bad, you figured he just needed a friend to get his mind off of the breakup. It wasn't that much of a hassle to look after him. It only started getting really weird when it was getting later into the night. You were feeling a bit sleepy and he noticed. "Bed?" He asked and you nodded, standing up, and grabbing a set of clothes to change into. You went to the bathroom, slipping on a pair of shorts and a tank top. Coming back you caught a glimpse of Levi stripping. You scolded yourself for peaking. It was so wrong to spy on him. You just couldn't believe that he was that fit. You never seen him exercise, where did that body come from. You waited for him to put on something more than a tee shirt and boxers. After a minute or so of him just waiting there, you realized that he wasn't planning on putting on pants. You were confused as to what he was up to. He always slept with a hoodie and sweatpants. This was the least amount go clothes you've ever seen him in. Not only that but he was also fixing his hair. It was incredibly strange but that didn't stop you from walking in to your room. You tried to act like you didn't notice his eyes staring at you as you crawled into your bed. He stood there, in the middle of your room, rubbing at his wrist nervously. You laid there on top of your covers waiting. "Um...You can turn off the lights, I'm just gonna crash-" "Could we talk some more?...I mean if you wanna sleep that's fine, But I'd like to vent a bit more." Your eye twitched, out of exaughstion and of slight concern as to where this was going to go. You decided not to be rude and said sure. Much to your surprise he slapped the lights off and threw himself into your bed, his body scooting in close to you. His face was blushing as hard as yours was. "Wouldn't you be more comfy on your own bed? Mine is kinda small." You suggested but he didn't make a move to get up. He only scooted towards you, pressing his legs against yours. You closed your eyes, tight at first, just embarrassed by him acting weird towards you. However after awhile you found yourself leaning into his hand as he stroked you hair, opening your legs so that he could tangle his with yours. You were far too sleepy to put up much of a fight as he wrapped himself around you, hugging you in your sleep. It was warm, so warm and so comfy. Your head against his chest, his heart beat steady and soothing. You passed out soon after he started to hum to you. In the morning you woke up alone. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, for a split second wondering if maybe you had dreamt up that whole thing. You carried on with your morning runtime. Gettin ready for school, putting on makeup, getting dressed, doing your hair. It seemed like a normal morning, until you walked down the stairs. The smell hit you instantly. The sweet aroma of syrup and the yummy scent of waffles greeted you as you entered the kitchen. You were completely shocked seeing Levi standing there. He had his back turned to you, unloading waffles from the maker. He was listening to a soft anime soundtrack playlist as he cooked. He was wearing the boxers he had slept in, but now he had on a shirt. When he finally turned, you realized that he also had on an apron as well. It was a purple one, a shade lighter than his hair. He had a plate of waffles in one hand and a bowl of fruit in the other. "MC! You're up! Good, I just finished breakfast." He set the food down, offering you syrup and a glass of juice. You sat down, a little concerned with his rapid change of pace. He was never up this early, you had stepped over his sleeping body a dozen times before in the morning, yet here he was. For no reason that you could see other than that he wanted to feed you. You watched as he made you a plate. He took his time in placing fruits in certain spots in your waffles, covering them with syrup. He then set the plate in front of you, taking the seat beside you. You reached for your fork, noticing how Levi was staring at you. Trying not to let it bother you, you just started to eating. After a few moments of stuffing your face and looking at your phone you looked up, Levi coughing you off guard. He leaned into you, closing his eyes as he licked the side of your mouth. You panicked, pushing him back and getting off of your chair to avoid him. Levi also stood and rushed towards you. "MC, What's wrong?!" He looked concerned, trying to get close to you, but you refused to let him in your space. You circled the kitchen's counter. "N-no, stay back." You told him and Levi gave a hurt expression, his hands holding his chest as if you had stabbed him in the chest. "You're...mad at me?" His voice was quivering, almost making you feel sorry, but you couldn't. "You licked me." You hissed, crossing your arms over your chest. Levi frowned. "I was just..." He brought his hand up to his forehead, rubbing it angrily. As he continued to speak, you noticed how his voice was getting lower, almost more threatening. He cleared his throat, eyes closed tight as if he was trying to hold back a ton of aggression, and yet you could hear the frustration in his voice. "I'm sorry..." He spit out, taking a breath, finally looking up at you with glossy eyes. He slowly started to inch closer towards you. "You just looked so, cute...I couldn't help it." He mumbled and you shook your head. "N-no, Levi, come on. You're being really weird, I'm just gonna go to school ok-" "No! You can't." He rushed towards you. You weren't fast enough to escape, his hands gripping your wrist, as he used his body to force you up against the wall. You yelped, hitting your head, not too hard but you cringed, making him curse. "Fuck! Are you alright?! I'm not trying to scare you, I just need you to understand." He panicked and you shut your eyes. "L-levi, You're just upset over your ex. I know that you're messed up right now, but you can't take out your feelings on me, you need some help, maybe you should talk to mom or someone-" "NO! Don't tell anyone, please, I only trust you. If you tell mom and dad, they are going to split the family up, they'd be so disappointed...You'll ruin the family." He threatened and you stared at him shocked. You struggled against him, Levi growling. "Stay home from school today, let's just stay in bed, cuddle like we did last night." he cooed, his hips now pressing into the lower half of your body. You started to tremble in fear, "Stop it Levi!" Your cries for mercy didn't do a damn thing, he just continued to grind himself against you. His face held a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. He was ashamed of what he was doing, a bright blush on his cheeks and apology in his eyes, but his growing erection was proof that it didn't matter to him, his body was reacting positively to you being defenseless against him. "MC, stay home with me~Please stay, please be with me." he begged and you just shook your head. "Leviathan, I-" He cut you off with a kiss. It was passionate and messy, his mouth forcing it's way inside of yours. You were panicking, the only way you knew how to stop it was by biting down on his tongue. You flinched as he drew back, stepping away from you as he spit out blood. "You....You hurt me..." He mumbled under his breath. You stood there, watching in fear as he thought out the situation. "You're such a bitch...I've worked so hard to be here with you...And you've ruined it." He glared at the table where your plate was still sitting along with the other breakfast supplies. "I had it so perfectly planned." He sounded heartbroken, his voice cracking slightly. He then turned back to you. "You're not even sorry...You ruined our breakfast together, and then you bit me!" he shouted, scaring you into backing away. He stalked towards you. " I didn't want it to be this way, I was so excited...there's only one thing that I'll except as an apology." He said darkly and you bolted. It was no use fighting him. As soon as he caught up to you, it was over. Levi was so much more stronger than you, and quick too. He's whole demeanor changed, his sweet persona new replaced with a cruel alter ego. He was treating you like a naughty pet, which was even stranger before in order for you to earn his forgiveness, he had wanted you to dress up for him, so that he could take pictures. You were terrified of the older boy in front of you. He was humming happily as he did your hair, putting it up in pigtails, adding on some cat ear clips to finish off the look. You looked up at him with a pleading expression, but at this point, he was in his own reality, not registering the situation at all. That's what made him unpredictable. "So cute!" He beamed, offering you his hands so he could pick you up off the floor. You glanced over to the mirror on the wall, gasping as you seen yourself. Levi had fully dressed you. You had a two piece on, a black and white maids top and a matching shirt, thigh highs going up your legs. You also noticed the tail that was pinned you your shirt. Levi was putting in some final touches. He crouched down in front of you, making sure your thigh highs were up all the way. He looked up at you with almost a loving expression. He then wrapped his arms around you legs, hugging you, his face burying into your thighs. You blushed as he held you. "I'm so glad it fits, I bought it a month ago, I figured you were a medium but by the way your curves are popping out, mm you might be a large~" He mumbled still snuggling you. You caught his words. "A month ago...You bought this for me?" You asked and Levi nodded. "Of course, I thought-...ha..." He stood, up his face red, caught in a lie. You frowned at him. "A month ago, you were still with your girlfriend...What do you mean you bought this for me?" You asked, your hands crossing over your chest. Levi scratched the back of his head nervously. "I had to make you comfortable with me...I knew that it was going to be hard, you moving in with a boy. I thought if I had a girlfriend, you might warm up to me faster, knowing that I wasn't going to do anything..." You stepped back, shocked. "I heard her on the phone, this whole time? You mean you faked it this whole time? I don't understand, why would you-" "Please don't be upset with me! I did it for you, I wanted you to relax before we got closer." he explained and you shook your head. "Levi, you're insane." You mumbled and he grabbed your shoulders. "MC. I'm in love with you. Ever since I seen your pictures, I knew I liked you, and getting to spend all this time, so close to you...It's not enough, I need you. I need you to accept me." he begged and you just shook your head. "This is crazy, you lied this whole time, to what? Make me your girlfriend?" He looked ashamed as you shook your head. "I don't like you that way...I have other boys I'm talking you-" "No." He growled. "I won't let you, I worked too hard." He wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you into him. You closed your eyes as he kissed your forehead. "Promise me, that you're mine...." He hugged you tightly. You shook your head. "No, Levi." You whispered and he started to laugh. You pushed away from his as soon as his hands released you, scared that his personality had switched. You yelped as he grabbed your wrist. He sat himself down in the chair in front of the mirror, pulling you onto his lap, without much effort. He had one arm wrapped around you, keeping your arms at your sides. You of course struggled but it was no use. He sighed, his other hand lifting up your skirt so the two of you could see the reflection of your panties in the mirror. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see yourself so venerable, so paralyzed in fear. He moaned, you yelping as his dick started to harden underneath you. "I refuse to let all of my hard work go down the drain. I won't let you get taken away from me by some fucking piece of garbage. Only one person deserves you and that's me." he growled in your ear. You were shaking, terrified as his free hand slipped underneath the skirt, his fingers dancing along the fabric of your panties. He felt the lips of your pussy through them, a wetness beginning to form. You hated yourself for getting turned on by his hands. His chin rested on your shoulder, kissing the side of your face as he watched himself in the mirror. "Lift your hips up for me~" He whispered into your ear. You were hesitant, but didn't have a choice, lifting yourself up, Levi making quick work of taking himself out of his pants, his dick free, now placed between your legs. Your pussy flooded at the feeling of his thick cock rubbing against the insides of your thighs. He pulled it up closer, urging you to close you legs around him. He then used his hips to push up into you, fucking your thighs, his mouth letting out little grunts as he fucked up into them. You felt so dirty, his precut dripping down the tip of his dick and leaking down onto your thighs. The slickness traveled down in between your legs, offering his cock more lube to go faster. He buried his face into your shoulder, groaning desperately. "Oh my god, you're so soft~Squeeze your legs tighter together." He ordered and you did as you were told, just hoping it would be done quicker. Your pussy was burning at the friction of his dick. You bit your lip, trying to hold in your own moans, you didn't want him to know that there was a portion of you that was really enjoying this, the way he felt, how big he was. You peaked at yourself in the mirror, seeing how much of a mess you were. Levi's eyes were closed, head tipping back as he moved his hips faster. "Fuck! I'm so close." He paused his movements, grabbing your thighs, and forcefully opening them, his hand grabbing your panties and pulling them aside. You started to panic! "Levi no! Not there! Please not there!" You begged, but he kept you held still, as his cock forced itself inside of you. You screamed feeling him bottom out, his dick twitching inside of you, your body not excepting the lack of movement, You needed him to move. You couldn't take it, you shamefully began to wiggle your hips, Levi's arm releasing you, your hands pressing against the mirror in front of you, your hips lifting and dropping onto his cock feverishly. You couldn't stop yourself, you didn't know what you were doing but the pleasure drove your movements. Levi was just as surprised, his face twisted in intense heat. He grunted as he thrusted up into you, meeting your pace. You were a moaning mess, screaming for him like a slut. You were so caught up in the feeling, that you hadn't noticed him pulling out his phone, taking pictures and short videos. When he felt himself again get close, he threw his phone down, giving your ass a hard slap before grabbing your hips, forcefully holding you down onto his cock as his orgasm gushed into you. You struggled against him, your body shaking, tears falling from your face. You looked at yourself in the mirror, completely embarrassed. Levi leaned back in the chair, his head tipped back, his cock still giving your spurts of lust, his cum starting to overflow your pussy, leaking down your legs. You looked over your shoulder at him with exhausted eyes. He smiled at you, giving a light pat to your thigh, "Up baby." he ordered, his voice soft as you struggled to stand. His dick made an obscene sound as you stood up. He tucked it back into his boxers. You whined as he lifted you up, carrying you to his bed. You clasped into the sheets, grabbing one of his pillows instinctively. You hugged it close to your chest, too sore to move. You felt so messy, so slutty. Levi on the other hand was acting as if nothing was happening, turning on his game, sitting on the bed next to you. You whined, getting his attention. He looked back at you, his hand resting on your head, petting your hair, taking out the cat ear clips. "You can get undressed if you'd like. I'm done for now." He explained. You used the last bit of your energy to strip from the outfit he had put you in. Levi looked back at you and smiled. "Sore?" He asked and you nodded. "You'll get use to it. I won't go so hard next time." he explained, making your stomach do flips. He was going to do this again...you really did belong to him. 

#obey me #obey me fandom #obey me fanfic #fan fiction #obey me leviathan #leviathan #Levi x mc #leviathan x mc #leviathan x reader #Levi x reader #Levi smut #leviathan smut #leviathan fluff #Yandere Levi #step bro #demon brothers #seven rulers of hell #shall we date