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Got too cocky ig stfu

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yall cool with Aquabats? Fellas, yall cool wi SCRUFFIAN!!!! DROP MORE SLOPPY MCROBOT SKETCHES

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Hey king

I WANT TOO SO BAD! School, again my go to excuse, is evil ..like I’m on spring break rn and I STILL GOT HW LIKE- evil..so evil…but uhhhh I fear you’ve seen some old/new Mcrobot stuff on my other acc (that I share) and I think I’ll post Mcrobot stuff strictly on there me thinks.

So uhhhhh shoutout mcrobottruthers 😜🙏

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track 002. la del insta

─── ❝ todo comienza y se termina ❞ ───

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NOVEMBER 2022

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redbullracing i have been told that my previous caption was not appropriate, so here's a boring pr one scripted by salty spice himself, daniel ricciardo returns to red bull as our reserve driver. it's wonderful to have you back daniel.

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📍isabellaperez alternate caption was the honey badger is back mother fuckers!! read it and weep!!

user43 i love red bull's admin and their chaos. wonder where christian horner found them.

↳ redbullracing he found me on the streets of monaco and picked me up by the scruff of my neck and told me he had a job for me. who was i to deny salty spice?

↳ danielricciardo you would love her less if you had to see her everday.

↳ maxverstappen1 at least you got a break for a while, i've been suffering for four years

↳ estebanocon you two have it easy, i've been suffering since 2016.

↳ schecoperez i've been told to say that i've been suffering for 19 years.

↳ isabellaperez fuck you guys (except tio checo. i love you)

↳ alexalbon don't worry isa, you're my favorite red bull admin

↳ isabellaperez thank you lily's boyfriend! you're my favorite williams driver!

user07 red bull admin is checo's niece?? plot twist. honestly though, i love her.

christianhorner this is not the caption we talked about isabella.

↳ redbullracing i would say sorry but we both know it's going to happen again. it's been happening for over 4 years.

user92 she's been apart of the team longer than checo? it's kind of iconic. but why red bull and not aston martin when checo was racing with them at the time?

↳ isabellaperez aston martin didn't have a position open and red bull did. it also allowed me to travel with my uncle which i've been doing since 2011, i was only going to stop because the fia demanded it due to covid.

user59 so do you live in monaco or mexico with checo?

↳ isabellaperez used to live in LA but the influencer life was not for me (check out my youtube channel) then i was convinced by my sister and arthur to move to monaco. i travel to mexico all the time, i have to see my mami of course!

BAHRAIN 2023

the youngest mclaren driver stood off to the side, nervous for his first ever formula one grand prix. his teammate seemed less nervous, but still nervous to a certain degree. oscar truly didn't want to fuck this up, not after everything that happened in the last 6 months for him. he noticed a brunette girl staring at him from across the pitlane, she gave him a small wave before turning to go back inside the redbull garage.

the younger brunette turned to look at the slightly older one, "who was that?"

the older one turned to look at him, “you don’t stand a chance. she's checo's niece, very overprotective that man is. not excluding you know, max and daniel. take it from me, i've tried.” 

“i asked who she was not if you tried to get her number.” 

“oh, i have her number, but i have a girlfriend, you pastry. matter of fact," lando said, "you have her number too."

“it’s piastri! you know this!” oscar shouted as lando skipped, literally skipped, away from him. oscar rolled his eyes at the older drivers actions before turning to go back inside the mclaren garage.

the brunette girl stood outside the redbull garage again, with daniel ricciardo at her side. she turned to look at the empty spot oscar had once been in, then back at daniel, “can't believe i still think he's cute. he's the enemy.” 

daniel laughed, "he's not the enemy isa. you're allowed to have a crush on someone." 

isabella rolled her eyes, running a hand through her hair, “i hope him the best at shit-claren.” 

“isa!” 

the girl laughed, “it’s true!” 

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alexa, play the boys are back from hsm2!!! welcome home honey badger!! we've missed you!! (salty spice told me no more cursing on official red bull posts)

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isabellaperez we're back people!! bahrain 2023, praying for a better result than last year. please f1 gods, don’t give us a double dnf. (but at least ferrari had a 1-2!)

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danieljricciardo i know you aren’t liking your posts from the official redbull racing account

↳ isabellaperez what good is it running the red bull account if i can’t like my own posts?

user82 paddock princess is back people!!

↳ isabellaperez am i royalty like charles? people’s prince and poddack princess?

↳ charles_leclerc you wish you were as cool as me

↳ isabellaperez at least i don’t wear questionable pants.

↳ georgerussell63 she got you there buddy

user75 isabella running the red bull racing account but still being a tifosi will always be hilarious to me

↳ isabellaperez corporate espionage at it's finest (i'm kidding christian, please don't fire me)

logansargeant is it considered treason if i follow you?

↳ isabellaperez idk let’s ask alex_albon, is it treason?

↳ alex_albon he’s in the groupchat? how is this treason?

↳ logansargeant good to know

logansargeant and oscarpiastri started following you

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1-2 in bahrain! what a way to begin the season! congrats maxverstappen1 and schecoperez (i’ve been told by helmut that i need to be more ‘professional’ whatever that means)

duckling to get over my crush on oscar i’ve decided to ask arthur for ollie’s number.

super max oh for fucks sake, don’t do that

duckling maybe i should text austin then.

honey badger DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!

honey badger i will fucking confiscate your phone isabella estrella perez

duckling i don’t have a middle name. my sister does, it’s maria. honey badger i could not give less of a fuck. don’t you dare do such a thing.

super max I WILL CALL SEBASTIAN ISABELLA PEREZ!!

duckling don't threaten me with sebastian, max! that will do nothing!

super max added one person

honey badger had changed the group name to 'redbull's four musketeers'

paddock dad do i want to know?

super max ISABELLA WANTS TO TALK TO AUSTIN! TELL HER IT'S A BAD IDEA! duckling fuck you, you stupid maxi-pad

paddock dad isa, why would you do that?

honey badger SHE HAS A CRUSH ON OSCAR AND IS AFRAID OF LOVE! duckling i am not afraid of love. i’m afraid of falling in love, two very different things daniel super max yet another thing austin ruined for you. love along with getting a pet. paddock dad how the hell did he ruin getting a pet for her? honey badger honestly don’t remember but i think it was something along the lines of how his cousin had one and it got killed by a car. duckling i still want a dog he didn’t completely ruin that. paddock dad never let a man ruin anything for you or so my wife says

super max you might want to mute this chat seb, it was created to help isabella over any and all problems, small or big.

duckling okay fuck you verstappen

super max no thanks. i have a girlfriend. honey badger we're aware. we've heard nonsense super max do you really want to go there ricciardo? your wife wrote a song about only buying a dress so you could take it off honey badger DO YOU LIKE MAKING HER EYES ROLL VERSTAPPEN? DO YOU?

isabella had been so focused on her phone and texting back the others that she didn’t notice the person coming at her. she crashed into the person and her phone fell to the floor, landing with a loud crack. at least the crack sounded loud to her, but not louder than the ‘mierda’ she let out. she bent down to pick up her phone and so did the person she had bumped into, both reached for her phone, bumping heads.

“fuck,” isabella softly whispered, “you have a hard head,” she told the other person as she rubbed her head.

the person laughed, “guess that’s a good thing for an f1 driver.”

isabella’s eyes slightly widened when she realized who she had bumped into. she would recognize an australian accent anywhere, she had grown up near daniel ricciardo. oscar piastri was too busy inspecting her phone for any cracks to notice the expression she had made. he handed her the phone as both stood to their full heights, he was noticeably taller than her.

"no cracks," oscar told her as he handed back her phone. she smiled politely at him, "thanks."

"and your friends are blowing up your phone. i think you had like 10 messages come in while i was checking to see if it had any cracks. not that i read them-"

isabella waved him off, "it's just max and danny, they were arguing about who had the horniest songs written about them."

oscar laughed, "i'm oscar piastri."

"i know, i'm isabella perez" she replied, "i saw your alpine tweet, plus arthur talks about you a lot."

"i know," oscar replied, "arthur leclerc? you two know each other?" he questioned as they began walking together. isabella didn't know where he had originally been heading but now the two were walking back to their hotels.

"he's dating my sister, dulce? you might know her."

"oh, you're isa. i always wondered why they called you isa and not bella."

"because i will stab anyone who calls me bella," isabella emptily threatened. too enthralled on her phone she failed to notice the small smile on oscar's face.

"okay, bella."

isabella quickly looked up, glaring at him, "i'm glad you dnf'd."

"ouch," oscar dramatically muttered, "you wound me bella."

the two were interrupted by a voice shouting for oscar. they turned around and were met with the sight of alex albon and logan sargeant, both williams drivers also walking back to their hotel.

"alabono!" isabella shouted, rushing to hug the bleached-blonde. the taller driver opened his arms and accepted the hug, "hi, isa. did you have a good day?"

"no, charles dnf'd, so the ferrari in me is crying. however, the redbull in me is screaming for joy."

before alex could reply a ding interrupted him and caused isabella to look down at her phone. her eyes widened, and she handed her phone over to alex, "can you give this to max or danny later? i'm catching a flight on air-max later tomorrow."

alex nodded, "see you in glendale. or sooner."

"bye alex, bye logan, bye piastri!" isabella shouted as she ran off. logan looked confused between isabella's phone and alex, "why'd she give you her phone?"

the phone dinged again and alex sighed as he switched the phone to silent, "it's quite the story, one that either isa or dulce should tell you, not me."

"okay," logan said, he turned to oscar, "why'd she call you piastri?"

"oh, i called her bella," oscar replied, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. alex's eyes widned and logan knew their was a story there but he didn't pry. he wasn't close to any of the other drivers besides oscar, so he wasn't going to ask. he could be nosy sometimes but even he knew his limits. alex didn't want to talk about isabella's phone so maybe the phone had something to do with calling her bella.

"surprised you're still standing," alex said, "last time someone called her bella she kicked him in the nuts, and they had just met. he stopped calling her bella after that."

the two rookies exchanged looks as alex pocketed isabella's phone and pulled out his own phone and began to type furiously on it. logan's phone dinged moment's later but he ignored it, not wanting to make oscar suspicious. however, when his phone kept dinging oscar turned to him curiously and logan waved him off, silencing his phone.

"just friends from home, they were planing a party," logan quickly lied. oscar shrugged him off and logan was quick to divert the conversation to a random topic.

alex albon OSCAR CALLED HER BELLA AND HE'S STILL STANDING. NO BALLS WERE KICKED!!!!

dulce perez HE WHAT? BUT SHE HASN'T LET ANYONE CALL HER THAT FOR YEARS! EVEN AUSTIN WASN'T ALLOWED TO CALL HER BELLA

daniel riccardo THIS IS BIG NEWS PEOPLE!

lewis hamilton will you people shut up? some of us have an early flight to catch tomorrow.

fernando alonso mute them, i usually do that until the next morning. lewis hamilton i should start doing that

daniel ricciardo CARLOS DROP EVERYTHING NOW!!!

bailey winters MEET ME IN THE POURING RAIN! daniel ricciardo NOT THE TIME BAILEY! bailey winters IT IS ALWAYS THE TIME FOR DAPHNE JONES SONGS!

carlos sainz what happened? what did i miss?

arthur leclerc that's not fair, i've known her for years and i still get punched on the arm when i call her bella

dulce perez that’s because it’s usually “this is the skin of a killer bella” lando norris to be fair it’s a great line, and robert pattinson is great. team edward all the way daphne jones for legal reasons, team jacob natalia ruiz shall i tell suki lando’s in love with her boyfriend? lando norris CAN I MEET HIM? TELL ME I CAN!!

carlos sainz QUE ESTÁ PASANDO?! SOMEONE EXPLAIN!!

logan sargeant what’s the big deal with him calling her bella? it’s her name, no?

carlos sainz QUE? HE CALLED HER WHAT? dulce perez the only people allowed to call her bella was our dad, tio checo too, but ever since dad passed she hasn’t let anyone call her that. she says it was his name and only his. arthur leclerc her ex tried calling her bella and she kicked him in the nuts when they first met. he still did it every time he was angry at her. charles leclerc which was everyday and she always cried because only her dad was allowed to call her that. logan sargeant so the ex was an asshole? max verstappen biggest understatement of the year.

logan sargeant and that’s why she gave her phone to alex earlier.

mick schumacher HE TEXTED? AGAIN? I WOULD STRANGLE HIM IF I WOULDN'T LAND IN JAIL

daniel ricciardo i’m going to punch that guy. take a hint dude.

logan sargeant why don’t you guys just block him?

dulce perez oh why didn’t we try that? WE DID THAT YOU AMERICAN!

natalia ruiz seb said we needed to teach her to not reach out to him on her own. we're starting with confiscating her phone anytime he texts her and we give it to her the next day. it was hard to get where we are now, trust me. she used to fight us on it but now she just hands her phone over.

mae jones we're not quite sure what the next step is but we're making progress. maybe we can get her to block him on her own.

george russell so what exactly is the next step in operation osbella? obella? iscar? what's the official name?

fernando alonso how about 'all of you need to stop being invested in isabella's love life and go the hell to sleep?"

lando norris yes papa nando. fernando alonso that's going to stick isn't it? max verstappen absolutely lando norris 100 percent daniel ricciardo already making t-shirts lance stroll papa nando, papa seb, and uncle lewis mae jones good luck explaining that one to isa and oscar in the other groupchat.

¡leclerc-s speaks! it's austin gp weekend! (i live in california) anyways hope you enjoyed this one before quali today or after. expect more posts this weeked, maybe? i'm not sure yet.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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Melting Point: Chapter IV

A Sculptor Din Djarin x Art PhD Reader Series

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Chapter IV: The Patient/Surface Roughness

Summary: In the last month. you've become an essential piece in Din's life. An unexpected event will make you grow even closer.

Words: 3594

Warnings: Blood! Hospitals and medical terminology, This is a slow burn, you've been warned!; a lot of talking about Art and PhD life; Reader is not Grogu's nanny but this is very Grogucentric if that makes sense; And Reader is Din's employee too; Very grumpy and antisocial Mando; Grogu is human but the only thing described are his eyes; Reader appearance is left blank; Age gap of 10-15 years; Fluff fluff fluff

A/N: It's been a while since I've updated this fic, but the other day in class I felt a sudden need to sink into this story again and handwrote 24 pages of this on my iPad. I hope you enjoy my little AU!

Din and you fell into a comfortable routine. You helped him with the admin parts of his business while he worked on his art. Green Karga dropped by a lot, and you learnt that he babysat Grogu while DIn was working. He was like the kid’s grandfather and it was a delight to see them together

But sometimes the toddler would come to the studio, even though you weren’t sure if that was the safest option. In defense of din, he wouldn't use heavy tools those days and the dangerous stuff was locked away.

The boy normally just wanted to do the same as his dad, so if Din was drawing, he’d sit next to him and scribble on a sheet.

”That’s looking good, pal,” you commented, crouching next to his spot on the floor. Grogu grinned at you and clapped his hands in excitement.

“Good afternoon everyone,” greeted Karga entering the studio with his usual bright smile. The toddler chirped and went straight to the old man’s arms, who was already prepared to lift him. “Today I’m not comin’ for you baby, I’m here for business.”

Din, who had been absorbed by a drawing on his workbench, lifted his gaze as if he had just noticed you had company.

“What brings you here today, Greef?” In the month you knew both of them, you still couldn’t discern if they were friends or hated each other's guts.

With the kid sitting on his hip, the older man hovered over Din’s shoulder.

“What are you working on?” Din rapidly pushed aside and hid the drawing he had been working on.

“Nothing of your business,” he snarled, and Greef let a loud guffaw out.

“I’m your rep, you’re literally my business.” Din rolled his eyes at this but you could pick up his smirk.

“Grogu, do you want to play outside while your dad and grandpa talk?” You asked the boy, noticing that the two men had some serious talk to do. You had been sitting for a while now and needed the stretch, too.

The boy escaped from Karga’s arms and ran towards the back garden.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” You smiled at the men and went after Grogu.

“Thank you,” your boss said, stopping you on your tracks, a softness in his eyes that you thought was only reserved to his son.

“I’ll make sure he has a snack too,” you winked cheekily and ran to the backyard, where you were sure the toddler was already elbow-deep in the pond.

“Is everything okay?” Grogu was chewing a homemade lemon cookie you baked at home. He was sitting on your lap and the crumbs were already covering your chest.

Greef Karga had just left and your boss was looking worried. He was leaning against his workbenches, messing with his scruff, gaze lost.  You noticed that cute spot where his beard didn’t grow. It was kind of endearing.

”Karga just told me the museum needs the pieces sooner than we had accorded,” his voice was serious, tinted in worry.

”How much?”

”A month.” Wow, that was a lot. Din was already working long hours to meet the deadline.

”I’ll speak with the providers so they put you on priority then,” the gears on your mind were already working, thinking about how you could be useful to Din. “I can start packing the pieces that are already completed too…”

”You don’t have to,” he deadpanned, looking stern. You were already at your desk, Grogu on your lap and phone in your hand, ready to negotiate with DIn’s providers.

”I’m here to help you, Din.” You frowned, not understanding his sudden attitude. “You don’t need me any longer?” You won’t recognise, even to yourself, the tight knot that formed in your stomach when you said that.

Grogu looked like he sensed your unease and emitted a quizzical sound.

”No, of course I need you.” Din closed his eyes and swept his hand across his salt and pepper hair. He was looking more tired than ever “This...will probably be more than you signed up for,” he admitted, looking at his son for a moment. 

Your eyebrows rose and Grogu mirrored your expression, looking super cute. 

”DIn I love helping you here, I’m not afraid of a bit of hard work.”

”What if it puts you behind with your other responsibilities?” Was he really worried about your PhD now? The man was just so nice for his own good.

”I’ll speak with Professor Armourer, I don’t think it’ll be a problem if I put some of my duties aside for some time.”

”Let me speak to her first.”

”Okay, thank you.” A tension you had been holding was released. For a moment you thought he was getting rid of you. It surprised yourself how your heart felt like sinking for a moment. You told yourself it was because of the prospect of losing your livelihood, nothing more.

”Din.”

He had already resumed working, so he turned at your call.

”Are you paying me the extra hours?”

To your surprise, he let out a low chuckle and then nodded.

”I’ll send you a new contract,” he stood up and walked towards you, a gentle expression softening his handsome face. “I’ll make sure it acknowledges you as part time babysitter too,” he joked, lifting Grogu from your lap.

You chuckled Bach, removing the cookie crumbs from your breast. 

“I do it gladly, you know,” you assured, giving him your warmest smile.

Din didn’t take long after that to start warming up to you. I’d softly answer your questions about his craft. Your curiosity was endless, and you were afraid he’d grow tired of your inquisitive nature, but it looked like he was a willing teacher.

It was becoming clear to you that you had a crush on your boss, and it only deepened with the passing of the weeks. Din was a silent companion, but his mere presence made you feel at ease. He was warm and caring and falling for him felt natural. He worked so hard to provide for his son and he tried to be the best dad he could.

Your life was in a good spot, you reflected. More hours working for DIn meant more money too, so you were feeling more serene on that aspect. And hanging out with the sculptor and his son was a big plus of the job. On the side, you weren’t neglecting your studies, trying to keep up with the readings and your weekly meeting with Professor Armourer.

There was only one thing you missed in your life, and it was sculpting. You hadn’t had the space or time to sculpt since leaving your hometown. Of course you could ask Din if he ‘d let you borrow a corner of his studio, but you couldn’t get yourself to ask for it. You didn’t expect him either to let you touch his sculptures, but when you signed up for this job, you thought at least you’d have a bit of contact with the craft. Now being so close to it, you carved terribly to put your hands on some metal.

”I’ve already finished my tasks for today, can I help you with something?” You asked today, shyly opening the possibility of helping him.

He was wearing his welding mask and leather apron. Stopping the cutting rod he was using, his visor fixated on you.

”It’s ok, you can go home early today.”

Your shoulders dropped in disappointment.

”Of course, thank you Din,” you said trying to hide your true emotions.

He only nodded in response and resumed working. You picked up your things slowly, putting them inside your tote bag.”

”I’ll see you tomorrow.” You closed the metal door behind you and started walking towards the bus stop. Your thoughts went, inevitably, to your boss and how lonely he looked. Did he hang out with anyone except from Karga? You remembered the woman from the other day, when you picked up Grogu in the middle of the storm. Maybe they were involved in some way. You didn’t have to linger too much on how that thought made you feel. Either way, it seemed like the man didn’t need human company that much. Although around Grogu, he opened up a bit and became more talkative, even though the toddler was still non-verbal.

When you arrived at the bus stop, you reached for the book you had been reading to pass the time, but you noticed it wasn’t there. You left it at Din’s most probably.

Looking at your watch, you calculated that you would still arrive home early if you returned for the book,  and you really wanted to advance your reading on Mandalorian History. You started undoing your path towards Din’s workshop.

”Din! It’s me, I left my book” you announced opening the door. By the, you already had the habit of just slipping inside because Din never heard the door when he was working.

Fumbling through the papers on your desk, you found the book in a short time. 

“I have it” Silence. Din was a quiet man, but he normally responded when you spoke, maybe only out of politeness. And after paying attention, you couldn’t hear any tool or even his radio. “Din?” you asked, starting to wander around the workshop.

It was then when you saw the disc grinder laying on the floor, carelessly tossed away. Din always was reverent towards his tools. You were starting to worry when you saw the blood.

All your alarms set ablaze when you noticed the large drops of blood painting the floor. It wasn’t difficult to follow the trail that led you towards the small bathroom.

“Din, it’s me, are you okay?” A long silence followed and you were starting to get fidgety when you heard his voice, calling your name. Without a doubt you stomped into the bathroom. The scene inside was one you were not prepared for.

Your boss was on the bathroom’s floor pressing a towel to his right arm. The fabric was soaked and his face was contorted in a grimace. You instantly dropped on your knees next to him, trying to remember everything you’d read about first aid. There was a lot of blood pooling around him.

“I’m gonna be late…” His warm chocolate eyes looked at you pleading. You untangled your flannel from your waist and tightened it around the dripping towel. He let you work “I…have to pick up Grogu…”

“Din, we need to take care of this first,” you urged him, trying to not sound panicked, even though your heart was broken seeing how he thought of his son in a moment like this.

“He’s gonna think I’ve forgotten…” he slurred, hissing of pain when you tied the knot to hold the improvised bandage.

“Can you stand?” Surrounding his ample chest with your arm, you tried to support his weight by yourself. “I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

WIth every ounce of strength you had, you stood up dragging your boss with you.

He was heavy as fuck.

“I can drive…” he frowned at you, his gaze looking a bit lost. Your worry only grew.

“Din, are you only hurt in your arm?” you asked, trying to drag him towards the pick-up.

“I think I hit my head…” he looked at his injured arm, slightly panicked. “I…can’t feel my hand.”

You felt alarmed but tried not to show it.

“It’s probably because I tightened the flannel too hard.”

He looked at you, a bit less concerned.

“I’m firing you if I lose my hand”, he threatened, sounding more lucid.

“Are you seriously threatening your saviour right now? Because I could dump you here right now.”

He lowered his head and chucked lowly. You were sure he had a concussion.

“I need to call Omera, Grogu’s at hers.” He said when you finally reached the truck and opened the passengers door to him. You jumped in the driver’s seat once you made sure he was strapped and helped reaching for his phone. It was slippery from the blood. He noticed then your clothes were stained too.

“Uh I’m sorry, I’ll buy you something new.” 

“Make up your mind, are you firing me or buying me clothes?” you joked, trying to distract yourself from how big and vulnerable his eyes were looking. Luckily, Omera picked up the phone.

“Omera! Hi, I’ve had an accident…Yes, it’s ok, but I won’t be able to pick up Grogu…Can he stay playing with Winta for  a bit, do you have more patients for today?...Thank you, I’ll send Pali or Karga…And pay you for the extra time…You’re so kind to us Omera.” He hung up, looking relieved.

For a moment, you thought about his words and how Din had called Grogu “Omera’s patient”. So maybe they weren’t involved after all? It wasn’t the time to think about that, and while smiling for yourself at the prospect of Din being single, you focused on starting up the truck.

Din lifted an eyebrow at your attempts.

“Are you sure you know how to drive?” He asked after the third time you’d failed to start the car.

“Of course! It’s only this ancient junk, it’s not cooperating!”

“Be careful with that mouth, the Razor is older than you.”

“I don't doubt it.” The pick-up finally starterted up and you manoeuvred it out of the workshop and into the road. To be honest, it had been a while since you had driven, but you won’t admit that to Din. “Are you doing ok?”

You looked at him with the corner of your eye while you adjusted the mirrors to your height. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was in pain.

“It’s ok, I’ve had worse,” he rescinded between closed teeth.

“In the army?” You shot your lucky guess. He opened one eye, his face looking serious.

“How did you know?” His tone was raspy, and you hoped you hadn’t trespassed any boundary.

“See you at 1200,” you impersonated how husky his voice was behind the welding mask.

“Smart girl,” he gave you a lopsided smile. Something in his tone gave you goosebumps.

“So is it true?” Your curious nature won’t let you keep your mouth shut. He sighed as if a ton of beskar was on his chest. “You don’t have to answer, I’m sorry.” You were starting to feel awful, your knuckles white gripping the steering wheel.

“I was there. The Night of the Thousand Tears,” he admitted, looking defeated. “That was what you wanted to know, wasn't it?”

You swallowed feeling hot in your cheeks. Were you that obvious?

“I’m glad you survived.” Your voice was small but your gaze didn’t divert from the road. He didn’t respond. His eyes were closed again. “Din.”

“Mmm…” Was he losing consciousness? Your adrenaline hiked up and you pushed the gas pedal.

“Stay with me, boss.” He hummed again in response. You checked the GPS, it wasn’t long until the hospital. “Tell me about Mandalore.”

You could hear your heart hammering in your eardrums waiting for his response.

“I wasn’t born there,” he finally answered, his eyes still closed. “My homewold…was destroyed. When I was a kid.”

You feld a hit of sorrow. How many losses had this man beard in his life?

“So you aren’t a Mandalorian?” You asked, trying to keep him awake,

“Mandalorians rescued me…I was a foundling and they raised me as their own in the covert.”

“Is there where you learnt how to sculpt?” You noticed he was drifting off.

“Yeah…the Armourer…She taught me.” His voice was so weak, but you felt incredibly relieved when he spoke.

So your mentor was Din’s too. How old was the Professor then? You had never seen her face, and her voice didn’t give her age away.

“Thank you for sharing this with me, Din” You felt really moved because of his  harsh past. It really made you want to know more about him. But it wasn’t the moment nor the place.

“We’re here.” You stopped the car at the ER door and rushed to his side. He almost crushed you stepping down from the truck, but you tried to stay strong. The paramedics saw you and were soon helping you inside. “You’re gonna be ok, DIn.”

It didn’t matter to you that the nurse said that you could go home because he was out of risk. When you overheard there wasn’t anyone in his contact list to call, you bought an Americano and got comfortable in the plastic chair.

You were nodding off when the nurse called for you.

“He’s awake. We had to get him through an emergency surgery.”

You felt your stomach drop.

“Was it that bad?”

“His tendon was severed and he had a concussion, but the surgeon will explain it to you in detail.”

You swallowed hard, feeling worried about Din. Will he be able to work again?

“Oh, welcome. I’m Mr. Djarin’s surgeon, are you his partner?”

You almost flinched, your eyes opened wide. It was a millisecond decision.

“Yes.” Your eyes travelled to his sleeping form in the hospital’s bed. It looked like he had a good insurance plan since he was alone in the room.

“I’ll explain it to you then, take a seat.”

The surgeon said a lot of technical words about tendons and arteries. They had to fix his tendons that were cut by the disc grinder. It even reached the bone, luckily only making a dent, but they had to remove the shards from the wound. He had also lost a lot of blood. You were suspecting where this was going.

“Will he be able to sculpt again?” You fidgeted with your fingers and looked at Din, concern in your eyes.

“Not for a while. And once the tendons are healed, he’ll need a lot of physical therapy to restore its normal function.”

You sighed, sulking deeper in the chair.

“He has a deadline close…”

“If the wound doesn’t heal properly he could lose mobility in his hands and fingers.”

You closed your eyes and pinched your nose bridge.

“Thank you, doctor. I’ll keep him out of the studio then.”

“It’s my job. I hope he can work again soon.” The surgeon looked really worried about DIn. “Call the nurse when he wakes up again.” And with that, the doctor left you both alone.

You sighed and looked at Din’s bandaged arm. Were you supposed to tell him the awful news? Observing him, you realise how pretty he looked this relaxed. In your day-to-day, you always saw him with a scowl or his mask on.

“I’m sorry boss, but I’m sure we’ll get over this.” Absentmindedly, you tucked his comforter while admiring his sharp profile.

“Boss? I thought I was your boyfriend now.”

Your stomach twisted when you heard his husky voice.

“Din!” You immediately pressed the button that called the nurse and started panicking. He started to open his eyes slowly. “Did you hear everything,” you asked while twisting your hair.

“Yeah…It was like I couldn’t open my eyes or move, but I felt completely awake.”

He spoke slowly, still under the effects of the anaesthesia.

“I’m so sorry…”

“Don't worry about that. I was careless.���

“What happened DIn?” You sat next to him in the bed, doubting if you were being inadequate although it felt like the right thing.

“I underestimated how well I welded two pieces. When I tried to separate them with the grinder, the disc went flying unruly towards my arms.” His tone sounded ashamed and you felt terrible for him.

“It was an accident.”

“I know, but it was my fault. I’ve been so focused on finishing the pieces for this exhibition I haven’t been taking good care of my tools.”

“I can check the tools for maintenance when we return to the studio.”

He sighed, looking incredibly tired. You noticed that his eyebags were deeper than ever.

“Would you do that for me?”

I’d do anything for you.

Your thoughts scared you. When had you grown so attached to your boss?

“Of course Din, I told you I know my way around machinery.”

He sat up in the bed and swept in left hand over his face.

“You’ve been so helpful around the studio.” His warm gaze was melting you in the spot.

“I’m your employee. It’s my job,” you responded trying to keep a neutral face, but you wouldn’t stop fumbling with your empty coffee cup. He tilted his head, his gaze inspecting you from head to toe.

You’re more than that and you know.

Those were the words you secretly wished to hear from his pouty lips.

“That wasn’t what you told the doctor?”

Your face got hit by a wave of heat and you instinctively covered up with your hands. Was he this cheeky and chatty because of the blood loss or the anaesthesia?

“Relax, I know why you did it.” If you said you weren’t a relative of his or his girlfriend, they would have kicked you out of the room. Ans you didn’t want that. 

Your shoulders slumped in mortification and he chuckled deep in his chest. A passing thought about how you loved that sound made an appearance. You could get used to this version of Din.

“Well, are you getting me a coffee or not?” Your smile widened and you nodded, grateful that Din was ok. You will reflect on your feelings about him later…or maybe not.

Next chapter

[sweetie-peaches]

I love tubbo and Bads dynamic, even if it’s a little bit infuriating as I’m on team “kill kill kill”

I imagine Tubbo has a spray bottle of holy water that he sprays on bad everytime he gets a little too blood lustful, he also has one of little kid backpacks tied onto him

But also, bad will occasionally scruff Tubbo like a kitten (or a demon kit) and drag him off from situations. Despite Tubbo being the leader, bad chids him for swearing or doing something dumb and he LISTENS

Several times Tubbo has patched up bads wounds after a fight, complaining about how “this wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t try to kill everyone in sight”

Several times bads slung tubbos arm over his shoulder and half dragged half carried him out of a fight while he babbled nonesense

When they were put together on a team the admins, or the big eye, or whoever probably thought they would fight each other to the death. But instead they are the most unlikely friends and should be enemies, but god damn the look out for each other

And it’s amazing <3

[cyber-crustacean]

is sam strong, or does he have noodle arms. like could he pick up pumpernickle (i think they're both the same height/general size last i remember) or is he pulling a digital muscle......

Ohhhh that begs me the question if he's coming out as he is now, Or in his previous avatar,,, Yknow. The big scary one

In the smaller one he might be a bit offbalanced, but he could totally do it. He'd probably lift her for a few seconds and then fall on his ass. He wouldn't be as strong as Sonny who has actual admin, but it'd still be damn inhuman

If he was coming out in the big scary one he could fucking scruff that thang-

[furryricksblog]

"Don't mind me, I'm just seeing what this whole craze is about. Don't be afraid to look my way, 'kay?"

Mun is a minor!

admin - @drawmanations

Furry is aroace, no romantic or NSFW asks!

Mun ≠ muse

dividers by @felonsmojis

this blog will discuss dark topics such as: torture, mental health and abuse.

Furry is taller than the average Rick, standing around 9'8 (or whichever height lets Rick reach below Furry's chest). He's also stronger than the average Rick, basically being able to scruff them.

Despite this, he is a big softie. He doesn't let himself emote much, but he won't complain if he's hugged or being pet.

Asks, Dms and RPs always open!

proships & antiships can interact, I don't really care. Just no NSFW asks or asks/mentions of incest and pedo ships

if you want to discuss roleplays, you can DM on here or on Discord :3 (I'll DM you the discord)

[yvonnesrespite]

APPRECIATION MAIL INCOMING!! ♡ — to all the admins behind the l&ds rp blogs, from an anon who appreciates them dearly <3.

thank you for your hard work beloved admins!! please make sure to drink enough water, eat healthy & take care of yourselves! and please don't stress yourself out over the amount of asks you guys get, you are always free to take a break whenever you like, and take your time to reply to them! you aren't obligated to rp with everybody, I'm sure you guys know that. thank you so so much for building this little l&ds rp community! it's been so much fun around here, you guys have been doing awesome! always remember that all the people interacting with you guys love you all very dearly and wish the best for you all! good luck & keep going our lovely admins! thank you for everything!! <3

- 🕸️

(I'll be copying this to the other admins!)

Aw, thank you swe-

*grips Yvonne by the scruff and tosses her off stage* Babygirl this ain't about you, but nice try.

Anywho, thank you hun! I'm just as grateful for those who interact with and follow my blog. I've made some incredible friends here and honestly, the LNDS Tumblr community is probably the only one I feel comfy in considering it's not as fast paced. Tumblr is also a platform where you don't exactly broadcast your life, but your interests. So I think that's a huge part in the equation as to why I really love being here.

I haven't been as active as I personally would like to be but that's because ya girl just graduated from her concept art program! Woot woot! But trust me nonnie dear, I'll take care of myself. You better practice what you preach too! I send lots of love and soothing vibes.

Remember to be kind to yourselves today, tomorrow, and so on. If a flower isn't budding or blossoming as well as you would like it to, you wouldn't yell at it angrily or rip it from the ground, hm? You'd try to find what the problem is and give it the love and care it needs. Handle it carefully. Be gentle. Play it some soft music. Talk to it and hear it out. Hear yourselves out, you deserve it.

I shall descend into the floorboards now before Yvonne roasts my fit of the day. See you around loves, and don't be shy with Yvonne or myself!

[chapterofbeauty]

My office was one floor below Killian’s. As the CEO of the family business and the building’s owner, he got the biggest office on the thirtieth floor. As his wife, perhaps I should have been able to get a bigger office than the one I had now. It was simple, about 350 sq ft., and I was fine with it, honestly.

I had to remember that no one knew Killian and I were married and that they wouldn’t ask why I wasn’t on the same floor as him. He didn’t wear his wedding ring and neither did I. It made no sense. It would only open up a can of worms that I had no intention of trying to fake my way through. Our last name was common enough for no one to be the wiser.

The first half of my morning was busy. Because the James’s owned such a large corporation, they had hundreds of employees on their payroll. I was one that worked in HR, specifically as one of the admins that dealt with timesheets. Sometimes it was hard and frustrating, but it was fast paced work and it made the day go by quicker. Not to mention, it kept me focused and my mind rarely strayed.

You know what was funny, though? How rarely I saw Killian here since we’d gotten married. Even during lunch when I’d venture out for a walk or a quick sub down the street with colleagues, I never saw him once. Not in the lobby… Not unless I headed upstairs to his floor and asked his assistant if he was free for a meeting.

Could you believe that? I would have to ask his assistant to see my husband. Ridiculous. My family put me in this mess, just because his father and mine were such good friends. After today though, perhaps I’d feel a bit more free. Some relief. We’d see.

After lunch, I dived into a pile of timesheets that had been corrected by employees and sat waiting for my approval. It was tedious work but I knew what I was doing so I was proficient. Of course, that was if I didn’t have distractions, like Mr. Adrian Martin. At least three times a week, he knocked on my door to chat and it was always whenever I was the busiest.

“Miss James,” he said with a grin, slipping his hands into his pockets.

Adrian was a handsome man, that I couldn’t deny. He had thick black hair that was slicked back and a bit of scruff on a strong jawline. He was lean and muscular, or so I assumed with how fitted his shirt was, straining against the muscles on his arms.

“Adrian,” I answered, sitting back in my chair with a loud, playful sigh. He narrowed his eyes at me and I wanted to giggle but managed to swallow it.

He and I had become fast friends when I started working here a year ago. I hadn’t known that I’d be marrying Killian then so I was grateful for the opportunity to be a part of such a large corporation. Now.. Well, I was still grateful for my job but I just wished other parts of my life were working out, too.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺?

It’d been a while, especially since I was upset with them for springing this situation on me. I only agreed because I had a crush on Killian and thought perhaps something could come out of it. Boy, was I wrong.

“What are you doing tonight?” Adrian asked as he made himself comfortable in one of the small chairs in front of my desk.

𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵.

I shrugged, splaying my palms out for a moment. “Nothing. You know I never have plans outside of work.”

He chuckled with a dip of his chin. “Yeah but you never come out with us, either. That’s why I was asking, actually. A few of us are going to the new lounge that opened up down the street. You’ve heard of it, right?” He waited for me to acknowledge his question with a nod of my own before he continued. “Tonight, at seven. Don’t be an old granny,” he teased as he stood, showing off his pearly white teeth. “I’m gonna have to buy you a cat.”

With a glare shot his way, I rolled my eyes before shooing him away with both hands. “Get out before I throw something at you.”

“Stop flirting with me, Ryan,” he crooned, using my first name. As much as others liked that it was my name, I chose to go by Anastasia, or Stasi for short. He knew that.

Scrambling to find something on my desk to throw at him, he quickly left my office, his booming laughter catching the attention of others. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯. 𝘈𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦. But he brought a bit of joy to my otherwise dreary mood so I couldn’t be too upset.

[mcrobottruthers]

women jumpscare

[serostuffsmh]

Stubble Kai just makes me wanna ride him

Dude, that’s the end goal. If you get that then you succeed.

[notasimpleslater]

Some more pics of Ethan from the Tootsie premiere.

[ofhouseadama]

my wife and I were talking last night about at how at some point on post-canon Cardassia where Julian has been working as a doctor, maybe has a work visa, maybe is working on permanent residence, the Federation or Starfleet or Section 31 finally comes knocking for him while he's on shift at the hospital and the hospital admin or maybe the chief of medicine just scruffs him and puts him in her office and tells him to call Garak, now

and like, all of Julian's coworkers know that he's know in the third act of any good Cardassian romance novel where an opposing family's military force or syndicate has arrived to snatch the heroine away from her chance at a happy ending and are eagerly waiting what comes next

but Julian entirely thinks he can talk his way out of this because it's illegal and you can't just arrest me, I've done nothing wrong and his coworkers are all nodding along like, yes, yes, he's saying all his lines, when does the dashing hero loyal to the State rewarded with a title and power and prestige show up and some steely old nurse is trying to explain to Julian that this will all be over with soon, it'll be alright, Garak will do his duty by him, he's a good man and Julian is just like ???

and Garak arrives, with his security detail, because the chief of medicine had her assistant call his assistant, and everyone knows that Garak and Julian are about to be married in the chief of medicine's office because that's just the done thing when someone comes to arrest you on a bullshit charge, you marry your politically relevant and kinda scary boyfriend and then they're too scared to arrest you. the height of Cardassian romance: political convenience.

and Julian's like. oh! oh. and Garak is overjoyed for once in his life to be in the fun part of a Cardassian novel and that Julian might let him off leash and hurt someone

(he does not. the Federation agents are allowed to leave the hospital under their own power. this time.)

they spend the rest of the afternoon in Garak's office in whatever is the Cardassian equivalent of the Rayburn House Office Building in the Imperial Plaza and Garak's staff is delighted to finally have some good political spin and an excuse to drink on the clock. Garak tries to attend one meeting of the government and Natima Lang kicks him out

[carbonateddelusion]

1, 4, 8!

1. What's an art program you have but don't use?

iirc... gimp, mspaint, and I think I also have an Adobe product on my computer

2. What's your favorite subject to draw that is very difficult TO draw?

I am grabbing gore by the scruff of its neck. This bitch is SUCH A FUCKIN' PAIN IN THE ASS FOR ME. You'd think someone with as much awful stuff in their stories as I do would be very good at drawing gore, but I keep it to only blood and the cartoony bones for a reason.

4. What's an old project that you're lost interest in?

Mm.. probably Admins. Haven't touched that in a long while. It used to be a collaborative effort between me, Ben, and an ex-friend, but our portion of it kinda disintegrated once we lost contact with said ex-friend. IRL (Eris) and Red (Pen) are still alive and kicking, but I still really like the multiverse idea of Admins and it isn't currently being used.

[bubsthebee]

Can’t Say It.

Aizawa x Reader

Word Count: 3,541

A/N: Fluff, dragged out but it’s a happy ending. One shot. Age difference (9 years) Reader is 22 while Aizawa is 31. Mentions of alcohol.  

Reader is a young teacher at UA who has a unique relationship with Pro Hero and coworker Eraserhead. After a while of getting to know each other, will they realize their feelings? OR will they let self doubt get in the way. 

CHARACTER REPORT

Position: UA SCHOOL ADMINISTRATION 

Job Description: Quirk Analysis and Evaluation Processing. 

Name: (L/N), (F/N)                Power: 2/5 D    Intelligence: 4/5 B

Birthday: (5/10)                     Speed: 2/5 B    Cooperativeness: 5/5 A

Age: 22                                 Technique: 5/5 S

Sex: Female (She/Her)

Quirk: Analysis 

-(Y/N) is able to instantly analyze a person and their abilities after observing them, familiarizing themselves with their qurik. This also includes evaluating/predicting situations with higher than average accuracy. With this ability, she can use this information with or against a subject. She can keep up to three peoples' worth of information perfectly memorized at a time. Anymore, her analysis starts to create more errors and her accuracy decreases. 

--

Ever since (y/n) started working at UA, everyone knew that Aizawa’s single streak was in danger. 

While the scruff chined 1-A homeroom teacher taught his bustling young hero course, she supported the admin staff! Specifically falling under processing and evaluating every student's quirk and how to help progress their potential. This means every homeroom teacher ran their notes and evaluations about their students through her every quarter, possibly more depending on how active and intense their training has been. She and her small team are a key to the school’s successful hero and support course. No matter how a quirk was used, they would find the best way to help them improve it. 

Classroom 1-A currently holds the record for most updates and changes to analysis (surprise). With an increase in updates, (y/n) has spent more sleepless nights making sure her work was perfect than she originally thought she was going to. Not that she minded of course! She was young, and found that it helped drive her to improve her passions and skill. Besides her administrative work, she also works as a substitute teacher for English, and Hero Strategy lessons twice a semester. If needed she is more than happy to help with summer lessons. 

Aizawa has had more than his fair share of interaction with the young lady, more than others if one was keeping track. After the hero noticed (y/n)’s sleepless nights because of his students, he offered to stay and bring her coffee. When (y/n) noticed extra heavy bags under his eyes, there would be a nicely wrapped lunch on his desk with a cute thank you note in return. 

Over time a unique relationship developed between the two that anyone looking in could clearly see. Including the students. 

“Mr Aizawa! Your lady friend left ya another lunch, you’re so LUCKY.” Denki and Mineta whined without hesitation. 

“Why don’t we get cute lunches made by cute girls?” 

“Shut up! That’s Ms. (L/n) you’re talking about, not some side chick you dumbos. I think it’s really sweet.” Mina cooed alongside some of the other girls. 

Their homeroom teacher could only sigh, carefully tucking away the lunch box into his work desk as he partially ignored their scattered comments. “Lucky or not, you all should have your notes out and study. Your test scores from  last week clearly tell me I haven’t given enough in class work time. Do I have to cut down on our outside training hours?” The instant shuffling of paper and pencils brought a small smirk to his face. Nothing got his students off his back faster than less training hours. As he took attendance and organized his schedule, the small peeks at the lunch box reminded him about his last encounter with his….coworker. 

--

“Midoriya is such a strange boy you know? I’m surprised his quirk doesn't instantly tear his body apart every time he uses it. I’m glad he’s getting a handle on it, I hated seeing him hurt himself so often.”  You were sat cross legged in your office chair, typing away at your laptop underneath a bright desk lamp. 

“I agree, he needs to learn how to use his body with his quirk.” 

“Exactly!- Well, it looks like his rate of injuries compared to training has decreased. Based off of Recovery Girls records, his quirk usage deteriorated his arm muscle effectiveness. This means he’s got to either limit his usage on his arms, or learn how to use the rest of his body to compensate.” Rubbing your eyes shifted your reading glasses off of your face, exposing the bags that were starting to grow underneath them. 

“You shouldn’t be getting such heavy bags under your eyes like that, you’re too young for those (L/n).” He always notices them, no matter how well hidden. 

“Ya, okay GRAMPS. You’re not that much older than me and YOUR eyes are just as bad, if not worse. And call me (y/n), we’re friends aren't we?” 

Rolling his eyes, Aizawa gets up with a huff to pour some coffee from the nearby coffee pot. “Midoriya is your last report tonight right? Go home, you’ve got Hero Strategy classes tomorrow.” as if on cue, he hands you the cup of warm coffee while you reach out for it with a quiet “Thank you”. 

The way you hold the cup in your hands and let the warm steam brush against your face leaves him staring at you with a soft look. 

“I guess I could leave a little earlier than I thought....” blowing cool air onto the coffee, you slowly take a sip of the warm beverage. Every time you see that look on his face, you can’t help but wonder what he’s feeling. 

After a short while, you both clean up and close the office up. It’s 1 AM and both of you are more than ready to get at least a few hours of sleep in. Like usual, he walks you halfway to your home before bidding his own goodbye. 

“Goodnight (L/n).” As Aizawa turns to walk away, he feels a small tug at his sleeve. 

“I uh-” Turning to look around, he sees you with pinker cheeks underneath a streetlight. How do you always look so...nice? No matter the light you always look nice. 

You slowly slid your hand down his arm to gently hold onto his hand. It was so soft, not just the hold but your skin. You couldn't even look at him but your voice was clear as day. 

“Thank you, for staying with me. I know how tired you must be too….so I feel honored that you decide to spend your important time with me- er, to help me. You’re a great teacher and man Aizawa. Good night.” Just as quick as the moment had started, your touch was gone and you made your way home. 

He was alone, yet he could still feel your touch on his skin. Aizawa stood there for minutes, looking at his hand in awe and strange curiosity. His coworkers and friends told him multiple times, “You two aren’t a thing?”, “It’s obvious that you fancy her Shouta.”, 

“She has to feel the same, you don’t see how she looks at you when you aren’t paying attention.” 

--

         The school bell alerting the start of their first class was what pulled Aizawa out of his mind, looking up to see (y/n) walk into the class with your information tablet. ‘Ah, right. Hero Strategy.’          “Good Morning class! Great to see you all again.” She was chipper as always, her makeup easily covering her endeavors from the night before. The young teacher wore simple black tights with her training sweat jacket, everyone murmured in excitement because this meant that there would be out of class training and demonstrations          Rubbing his exhaustion from his face, the black haired male stands up to go stand near (y/n). “You all have ten minuets to change and get to the field. Any longer and you’ll be stuck in cleaning duty for the week.”

         Iida is quick to stand and grab his fellow classmates attention. “Quickly but in order, please gather your things and head to the gym! No RUNNING!” As valiant as his efforts were, everyone rushed out of the class in fear of being put into the cleaning crew while it was out of their turn. 

         The small smile he saw on your face was sobering, calmly following behind you as you made your way to the gym. 

         Usually, Aizawa would sneak into his sleeping back and nap during other teachers' lessons. These ones were different for him. He would sit off to the side and observe how you worked with the kids.

 While some students could take simple suggestions and immediately apply them, others needed physical examples. You were more than happy to adapt to all their needs as they all trained with their new plans and teachers notes. While Tokoyami nodded and talked with Dark Shadow about your observations, Uraraka carefully mimicked your moves as you slowly countered her attacks explaining how they affected her opponent's momentum even more. 

         He knew you were a natural when it came to children and hero work. The obvious proof was right in front of him. That and he was nine years older than you, yet you both were doing almost the exact same job. That's where everything starts to blur for him. 

         After a quick practice round with Shoji, a rundown with Bakugo about his quirk usage along with Midoriya and the rest of the class, their first class of the day was over. 

         The rest of the day went normal, and (Y/n) left to finish the rest of her lessons while Aizawa did the same. 

 --

         After a long week, you were more than happy to have the weekend to yourself, or so you thought. 

Incoming Call: Keigo <(‘v’)> 

“Keigo?”

 “Hey tiny, sorry to bother but I felt like I should call in and see how you were doing.” 

 “I’m fine, just getting ready to watch some movies and order take in. Had a long week. You?” 

 “Gonna be heading out to an event soon! Glad to hear you're doing good. Any luck with your crush on the office grandpa?”

 You roll your eyes as you wiggle yourself into more blankets, clicking through the different documentaries you could find on YouTube.

  “I don’t have a crush on Aizawa, and even IF I did he is NOT a grandpa. He would probably want someone closer to his age anyway. The whole life experience gap and everything.” 

 “Yeah okay, whatever. Don't get mad at me when you realize I’m right and you're missing out on not being single anymore.” 

 “You’ll be the first person I call when you’re actually right. ” “Ouch-” 

 “Pfft, talk to you later Kei. I have an hour long video about the origin of heroes and it’s calling my name.” 

 “Bye bye!” 

-

         No matter how relaxed you were or how interesting the documentary was, you couldn't get you know who out of your mind. Could you have a crush on Aizawa Shouta? Silver Fox hero of the night? Grumpy man who likes taking naps in the middle of the day? You couldn’t lie, he was attractive and his personality was more than pleasant to you at least. It always felt like something was there between you two..between late night talks and having lunch together sometimes. It felt like there was a connection, and the only thing keeping you two from connecting was a waterfall of hesitation and doubt. 

 “Whatever…”

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         “WoooOO! Staff Party, this is gonna be a blast Listeners! Present Mic here to keep your evening thrilling with an amazing music selection!” 

         Upbeat music with minimal words played through the old speakers of a rented out ballroom. It was the end of the first semester staff party, everyone was dressed semi formal with their hair done nicely and makeup to match. The decorations were nice, and tables were laid out with food, drinks and chairs to relax and chat. 

         Aizawa was one of the first to show up since he and Yamada came together like usual. Although he socialized with other teachers as they passed by, he stayed closer to the walls and talked with Kayama most of the time. He was dressed fairly well, a simple fitted dark g suit coat with normal slacks. The usually wild and wavy mess of locks was neatly tied back into a very clean half knot that showed off his handsome face. 

         “No date Shouta? I was sure that pretty young thing would be with you tonight. (L/n) Right, she’s such a lovely girl.” Kayama’s hair was curled beautifully around her, a long fitted dress with a deep V cut showing off her lovely charm. Aizawa only rolled his eyes, sipping on his Champaign class to avoid talking even if it was just for a second more. 

         “It would make more sense for her to come in with someone closer to her age or with a friend. She is the youngest person on staff you know.” 

         “Age this age that blah blah BLAH. I know love when I see it-” 

         “Not love, this isn’t some romance film Nemuri.” 

         With a small and understanding smile, Nemuri reaches out to gently pat her dear friend's shoulder. “Someday, you’re going to realize that the things that are holding you back are nothing but a reflection of your own worries. I know you’ll figure it out. You both will. Now try to have fun-” Her attention was stolen away for a moment, a glint of excitement in her eyes clear as day. “If you’re worried about how she feels and how she’s doing, why don't you go show her around and make sure she feels welcomed?” 

         Turning around, the first thing Aizawa see’s is you. A cheesy thing to say, but he almost feels his heart skip a bit.  

         You wore a black turtleneck underneath a midnight blue spaghetti strap dress that fit you just right. Knitted knee high socks and stylish black heel boots finished off your look along with a beautiful pearl pendant necklace. Your hair looked soft and styled in a way he had never seen it before. Your eyes were done up just enough in a way that made them shine even more than they usually do.

         He’s trapped, and he is slowly realizing that he never wants to be set free. 

         When your eyes scan the room for anything familiar, they finally land on a set of eyes that are looking right back at you. You have to stop yourself from visibly gasping, why did his eyes feel so intense? What was he thinking as he made his way across the room to you. 

         Like Moses and the sea, everyone carefully parted to let you both have your moment. They all knew the chemistry between you too, and were more than happy to leave you  alone as they carried on with their conversations and laughter. 

         “You look beautiful.” His voice was low, and held a sense of hesitant tenderness even he was unsure of. You knew he meant it. 

         “And you look very handsome, you even shaved for the party.” With a small laugh you gently ran the back of your fingers across his shaved cheek. This wasn't new, you had done this exact touch multiple times before when you made fun of his stubble yet- it felt more intimate than it ever had before. Aizawa knew he didn't mind it. 

         Carefully sliding his hand into yours, he lifts it up to press a soft and long kiss to your knuckles. “It is a special occasion. Would you like to join me tonight?” He was never a man who cushioned his words, straight to the point and expressing just how he felt was never an issue. You were different. 

         Accepting his offer, you move to accept his offered arm. The night starts slow as you both walk around and chat with other faculty members you work with. With Aizawas help you were confident that you were able to make some new friends, maybe going to this party wasn't so bad after all.

         Everything else almost felt like a breeze. Laughs were shared, drinks were drank- and barriers were being broken down. You and Aizawa found yourselves slowly standing closer and closer together, close enough to where your fingers would brush against each other when one of you moved. All of Pro Hero Eraserhead’s friends could only watch with warm and excited smiles for him. 

         Like always, nights must always come to an end. 

         While some people left to retire for the night, others stayed longer to help clean or help more than drunk coworkers make it home safe. “I’m helping Nemuri make it home Sho! You gonna be okay making it back tonight?” Yamada had Nemuri balancing into his side, laughing as she drunkenly waved some of the others goodbye. “Oh! You all can head back home together if you’d like. I’m just helping clean a bit before I head back home.” you politely cut into their little chat, holding a medium sized black trash bag in your hands. 

         Taking a moment, Aizawa starts to shrug off his coat as he takes the garbage away from you. “I’ll stay behind to help clean. If you’re alright with it I can walk you home.” with wide eyes, the younger teacher could only nod before she turned away to hide her reddening cheeks to pick up more trash and plates. 

         “No worries, now get em TIGEr. RaaArW-” As Kayama tried to cheer her friend on, Yamada tugged her away with an amused laugh of his own. 

          Not even an hour later, everyone was out and the sky was as dark and it could be. The only stars you could see were the large ones as the light pollution shrouded out the smaller and weaker stars. 

         This time around, Aizawa's coat was wrapped around (y/n) shoulders, her head resting on him as they linked arms on the walk back to her house. Instead of splitting off halfway, he walks her all the way up to her front door. It was silent for a moment, the events from tonight silently washing over them. 

         “Thank you Aizawa, this...was a really nice night. I don't think it would have been as enjoyable as it was without you.” (y/n) broke the silence, turning to face and look up at the man she knew she would never look at the same again. Rubbing his mouth in thought, his eyes flicker between the young woman standing in front of him and the road. 

         “I want to thank you as well. I-.” He paused for a moment. 

         “I would like to kiss you, but I understand if you wouldn't. I think after tonight you know what my feelings are for you. I didn't even know about them fully until tonight. Kayama- Midnight was right. I was letting my worries hold me back when I should have been forward like I always am-”  

         Time freezes when he feels your hands pull down his face, your lips eagerly pressing into a kiss with such raw love and desperation. Instantly his arms move around to gently lift you up into him. One minute, two..three. You both only break apart for air and your warm breaths mingle against each other. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while now I think. My friend was right haha...maybe I do have a crush on you. I was just worried because I had no idea if you would even be interested in a relationship, let alone with someone as...young as me. I feel like a high schooler again haha.” 

         The fact that you were able to laugh the way you did and still hold him in your arms brought flutters to his chest. He knew now that he more than just saw you as a coworker or a close friend. He wants to be more. “I know what you mean. Who would want to be with someone as old as me? I would never want to make you feel like I was holding you back.” He would never admit it, but he felt like a young adult experiencing love for the first time...it was a bit embarrassing (in a good way.) 

         “You make me feel so helpless sometimes you know that?” pulling his head down again, (y/n) presses another soft kiss to Aizawa’s forehead. “What am I gonna do with you Aizawa?” 

         “Shouta.”

         “Huh?”

         “Shouta, call me Shouta if you want.” Thankful that it was dark out, he could feel himself heat up at the intimate suggestion. 

         With the way your eyes sparkled while you said his name, he knew he was hooked. There is no going back.          “What am I gonna do with you, Shouta?” 

         “You’ll figure it out eventually. I’ll help you along the way as long as you’ll help me too.” The shared silence was an unbroken promise to do the best you both can. 

         After sharing your final kiss good night, you watch Shouta walk down the street and out of view before returning into the comfort of your home. The jacket around your shoulders smelt strongly of the stoic man you now called yours. Enjoying the warmth and comfort his coat brought you, kicking off your boots you hop over your couch and settle into a comfortable position. 

 Calling: Keigo <(‘V’)>

 “WHY are you calling me at….2 in the MORNING. You gave me a damn heart attack-” 

 “You were right.” your voice was soft and held no regrets. 

 “Right? Right about what?” 

 “You were right, I did have feelings for Shouta. I said you would be the first person to call if you were right. And well, you were right.”          The next hour was spent catching your best friend up on everything that happened tonight. 

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         On the other side of the story, Aizawa finally made it home and had no problem finding sleep that night. He felt as ease knowing that things weren't going to turn out as bad as he thought it originally was going to be. 

         He can't say it, not yet. 

         But he is in love. 

         And so are you.

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I join the Union for the joke and suddenly there’s a whole rp I’m not even aware of?? What happened????

(From the admin of @starkid-heritage-posts)

I have no idea. I had impulsively joined to entertain myself through an existential crisis and then upon returning a week after was held by the scruff of my neck to continue for reasons unbeknownst to me. I do know that sonicheritageposts has had a fairly large impact on it all though.