#This is why I have so much trouble accepting myself and feel embarrassed about being things I don’t have control over

[lemonynuggets]

“Lmao why are you fictionkin are you insane. Imagine thinking you’re a character irl what’s wrong with you” have you considered I can do whatever I want

[the-faceless-bride]

can i have yandere clawd and deuce poly 😪 iltsm( i love yr writing ur one of my fav writers btw 💞)

Omg. I love both of them so much. 🥩🐍 Bluckle the FUCK up, it's a long one. I love them so much. I gave each their own section as to how this started, then the poly together. If you want more of them... Please... Please ask me. P.s. sorry about all the monster puns, I couldn't help myself

🌕New Ghoul in School🐍

Warnings: OOC Clawd, OOC Duce, OOC Cleo?, OOC Draculaura? Clawd being a kicked puppy, yandere content, controlling behavior, turning to stone, non-con hugging, cuddling and Kisses, forced closeness, UNHEALTHY BEHAVIOR!, accusations of cheating, emotional cheating?

Characters : Clawd × Reader × Duce

Proof read : nope

Requested?: yes

You had just transferred from your normie school, Turns out people are so accepting of finding out you're a monster. So you transferred to Monster High, and being a new ghoul didn't seem so hard until you tripped an orange werecats tail and she picked a fight with you...

"and just Who, do you think you are? I don't know how you are your Normie friends play, but you don't want to mess with me Ghoul. I'll make you sorry-"

"why don't you go and pick on someone your own size Torilie?"

"yeah, Dude. Not cool."

🐾🐍 • and that's how it started. Just two Mansters defending the New Ghoul. They knew Torilie was one to pick fights and figured they would help you stay out of trouble for the time being. And the three of you became three peas in a pod. And while you all thought it was great, their Ghoulfriends... Had other ideas.

🐍🕶️ • Cleo started having problems as soon as you had arrived. Your first day she already knew who you were, what you were, where you came from, and if you were cool enough to be popular and associate with the Ghouls she does. And she deemed you not worthy. And that was putting a strain on your friendship.

🐍🕶️ • Duce was grown increasingly tired and frustrated. He loved Cleo, he did. But she could be... Emotionally, physically, and mentally exhausting. When they go out he has to change his personality to not embarrass her, she dictates who can can hang out with and when, and he has to constantly hear from her that he should be doing as she asks and says and do it happily as she goes against what her family wants to be with him. He doesn't want to do that anymore. He wants to be able to Shoot Hoops with Clawd, sit with Jackson at lunch, and talk about the Hissstory test. Listen to whatever playlist Holt made or play dodgeball with Slow Mo. Without Cleo saying when he can and can't.

But he just can't leave her. He's become so dependent on her. Hell, the last time She went to Scarise without him, he nearly went crazy as he didn't know what to do. He couldn't leave Cleo. Even if he wanted to... Unless. Maybe he didn't need to be dependent on her. Maybe. He could be dependent on you.

🐍🕶️ • Duce began to test the waters, which was the start of his obsession. For example at lunch when Cleo tells him to get the green eyed Salad and a water, he'll then turn around and ask you... Sometimes when you feel the burn of Cleo's raging stare you won't respond or say the same as Cleo, but on the days you don't pay attention or to stressed to care you recommend the meat plant sandwich and the yummy razzberry soda pop you've been drinking the past few days. And he'll pick your recommendation. And it Infuriates Cleo. He likes that with you, he has a choice, where Cleo demands and tells. You offer and recommend.

🐍🕶️ • this intimately ends in an explosive argument that Spectra has a field day covering. And Duce does something, not him. Her. Or anyone else in the school say coming. "I'm breaking up with you Cleo." a long still silence fills the halls as everyone takes a moment to process what he just said. Before Cleo screams and storms away, and Duce... Doesn't feel as heartbroken as he thought he should.

🐍🕶️ • Duce starts spending most if not all his free time with you and Clawd, well. Mostly you as Clawd gets called from Draculaura a lot. And while he's sad he can't spend more time with Clawd he's happy to spend time with you. You help groom his snakes, you help him pick which sunglasses he should wear each day, (even though they are all just different shades of red) as well as his many band sweaters. Rumors spread like wildfire, especially with Spectra's gossip site.

"Duce trades princess for new Ghoul?! Stay tuned for the possible new hot relationship??"

🐾🌕 • when Clawd first met you he thought you were great! He got a new friend to hang out with! Sure Manny, Heath, Gill, and Duce we're cool but Clawd has a thing for fashion and self-care, that's not something he really talks about with them BUT that's OK! cuz now he can talk about it with you! He ended up spending a bit of free time with you, anytime Draculaura was out and shopping or just Fanging out with her Ghoulfriends or catching up with her Cousin, he would spend his afternoon with you. Getting his hair straightened and trimmed, getting manicures so his nails don't get too sharp and ridged. And eventually, when he's comfortable with you, he'll start playing games. Like fetch or chase. The only issue is that when Duce started to come around more and Cleo trying to keep him on a leash, slowly Draculaura started calling him and needed him more and more. He didn't think much of it, until Duce's big breakup with Cleo. A week later Draculaura wouldn't leave him alone for a second, and anytime you started approaching she took his hand and pulled him in another direction.

🐾🌕 • it started becoming draining, he loves spending time with his Ghoulfriend. He truly did. But not when every two seconds she was hinting and implying all the time he spent with you was him creeping around behind her back. Nothing he did or said made her change her mind, now everything he did seemed to set her off. She was so paranoid, that he went out of his way to make her a gift to show that he loved her, but he accidentally made it worse, he had to try and hold back tears and puppy cries as she said, "Bad Clawd!" over and over while tugging his ear. He doesn't understand what he did wrong, he just made a new friend. You nor him did anything. So why was she being like this?

Any attempts to talk about it were shut down, as she tried keeping him away from you. And he just couldn't take it anymore, he liked being clingy but he was clingy because he genuinely wanted to be around his partner not just sticking to them like glue-watching like a hawk to 'catch them in the act'. He would go as far as to say this was worse than the time he was dumped for Valentine the love manipulator.

🐾🌕 • Clawd began to confide in you, Draculaura wouldn't listen to him so he was happy you did. He spent hours just sitting under a tree at the back of the school with you, drawing doodles in the dirt, ears tucked back to his head as he vented about his feelings and how the recent arguments had affected him, you tried to help every time. But eventually, word got to Draculaura about your little meetings, and stormed over one day with her ghoulfriends in toe.

Both you and Clawd had to endure the burning glare of the Ghouls, Draculaura ranting and raving and ultimately giving him an ultimatum. You or her. And Clawd's ears pinned flat to his head, he didn't want to lose his Ghoulfriend but he didn't want to lose you either. But before he could answer Draculaura said something that gave him the push to his ultimate answer. "ugh, I should've known! A guy hangs out with other guys like him! And Duce is a lying, dirty, cheater and so are you! And this new Ghoul sure has some nerve to go around sneaking with other Mansters knowing they are dating someone! If that's the kind of Manster you are Clawd then maybe... Eh *hick* MaYbe we shouldn't Be togEther!" a moment passes where Clawd looks down into Draculaura's wet violet eyes, sighs, then answers. "maybe we shouldn't." the ghoul's Gasp and Draculaura sobs, "FINE! WE ARE OVER!"

🐾🌕 • Clawd thought relieved he wouldn't be interrogated every day and being told he's bad, he's still heartbroken that the Ghoul he thought he'd spend his life with was gone. He clung to you and Duce for security and long talks to make him feel better and eventually, he did. Clawd was back to his peppy, wide-eyed, excitable self again. In fact, he's the happiest he's been. His mood wasn't Even shaken when he found out Draculaura had begun dating his sister, he just didn't care. He was happy.

🐾🌕 • It wasn't until a late-night Chat; that you and Clawd had stayed over at Duce's house after seeing a new skinwalker Scareitage Boovie that Clawd discovered that not only He had feelings for you but so did Duce... And well, he had always liked Duce maybe even more than just a bro, but this changed everything. And they agreed. A scarily wonderful idea...

"Vampy puts doggy out for good? Or does Doggy like the Dog house with his chew toy?"

🐍🐾 • now Duce and Clawd are softer yandere's than the normal. But that doesn't mean they won't use force if they need to. Duce is a Dependant, laid-back, stalker-type yandere. He's ok with letting you have wiggle room as long as he knows where you are at all times and can get to you in a short period. Whereas Clawd is a Clingy, overprotective, worshiper-type Yandere. Clawd wants to be near you all the time if you let him, but he's ok with letting you go for a while as long as he has Duce he always knows where you are because Duce knows, if at any point Duce doesn't know for some reason or he's not around Duce to find out, he'll use his nose to track you down.

🐍🐾 • You probably wouldn't know they are yandere's unless you start trying to spend more time with others that aren't them. The more you try and hang out with Operetta and Cupid they start to get a little more aggressive and demanding of your time and attention. Which can trigger some alarm bells that something isn't right. The best thing would be to try and talk and compromise they are willing to do that as long as you promise to let them keep tabs "for safety reasons," and you spend time with them immediately after.

🐍🐾 • after a month or two they start to be more openly affectionate and act like a Throuple, it went over your head at first with Duce's laid-back attitude and Clawd's over-excitable personality being normal, but the more Clawd wanted to play fetch and hug you, and Duce constantly being around you despite having the freedom to hang out with his other dudes you start to get the idea they might be romantically interested.

🐍🐾 • You opened to the idea, and the relationship seemed to be working well... Until they started to become, overwhelming. Clawd always over your shoulder, Duce always seeming to know where you are... Even when you didn't tell him where you were. And things took a turn when you tried to tell them you needed space. "You're... Breaking up... With us?" you sputtered, you definitely didn't answer and deny fast enough as you felt your body start to stiffen and cold. Duce had turned you to stone. Clawd whimpered while holding your cold stiff stone body, "im sorry sweetheart. But we can't have you running from us. Just be good ok? Please?" after that you'd been chained to them by that point. Nobody would've believed you if you told them the school's Cool guy and oversized puppy were forcing you into a relationship...

🐍🐾 • they aren't too harsh on punishments. For the most part. Once you tried to run away once, you waited for a moment to be alone before printing off trying to get somewhere, anywhere but there. But you forgot who you were dealing with and Clawd chased you down. Clawd's punishments involve many forced hugs, kisses, and closeness. If he shows how much he loves you at some point you'll see it's true and love him too! Right?

Duce will turn you to stone anytime he gets an idea you're about to run off. He makes Clawd drag you to his house. Which takes a lot of manipulation and convincing. Clawd doesn't want to lock you away to be alone. He wants you to be around them! But Duce scares him into going along with it. Even sometimes provokes him to anger to be more willing to lock you in a dirty old basement.

🐍🐾 • overall. As long as you stay and promise to love them, and don't mind clinginess it's a cute relationship... But if you reject them, you'll spend a lot of time in an old basement in Duce's home, alive but unable to move. To feel. Or scream.

[kwillow]

Ambroys basking in his cache of gifts and sweet words from secret admirers. Gotta be careful, though. If his ego is inflated any more, he'll pop.

(I wanted to doodle something to accompany a post answering some messages regarding this candy-colored cad but got a bit carried away. :P Well regardless, asks under the cut!)

Why thank you! He would drunkenly insult people, though he tends to be more passive-aggressive and backhanded rather than outright insulting - well, most of the time, anyway. He thinks he's a lot more subtle in his derogatory comments than he actually is.

Aaaw, this is too sweet!

Older Ambroys is much more reserved about seeking and accepting physical affection than his younger self, for myriad reasons (that one day I will expound upon in more detail, fate willing). He still enjoys it, though.

He's still proud of the stars on his cheeks and the gold in his hair and all that, but the signs of age are something he is not at peace with. For some, like the wrinkles, they're a sign that his time on this earth is finite - and death terrifies him. For others, like his paunch, it's more just embarrassing to him in a more mundane and vain "I was voted Prom King in high school and I was on the Varsity track team now look at me I'm an old man boo hoo hoo" type of way (though he's actually more physically adept in his older age than he was when he was younger for Magical Heritage Bullshit reasons, the sentiment remains).

As for your question, it's totally fine with me for Ambroys to be portrayed as non-heterosexual in fanfic or fanart or one's secret imaginings. Even though all of his "canon" love interests are women, I wouldn't rule out of the possibility of him developing affections for someone who isn't a woman. Chase your bliss!

Haha well both furry and aasimar Ambroys would bask in the attention, though poor aasimar Ambroys' jealousy is not going to be helped!

No shame on being a furry though. I didn't consider myself one either but I feel like it's harder to make the argument that I'm not given the sheer number of ponies I've drawn by now...

He would accept this, so long as you don't mess up his hair.

He would say: "good!" I would say "don't waste your life on him!"

Oh he would be pleased to be so distracting, I'm sure.

And sometimes we can't help but to have a type... I know I seem to have a thing for rich effete douchebags with buck teeth and big pointy noses... not quite sure what's up with that.

Yessss... yesssssssss... or perhaps I should say "I'm sorry."

I didn't mean to make him this way... I guess I underestimated the power of a brushable mane.

Ambroys DOES like being worshipped (way too much and way too literally, as you might be able to tell) but he wants to have his imperfections hidden if he can!

He's just horribly, horribly vain and unwilling to let go of his youth... even though he got to enjoy being youthful for three times as long as a mortal would.

YES that song is on his playlist (which I have for all my main characters because I'm a dork). It's just too perfect. One of the many ideas on my miles-long to do list has to do with depicting a scene from that song. The trouble is that it has to do with dancing, and boy am I not very good at drawing dancing poses. xD Oh well, gotta try for the boy!

Heh well I think we could agree that a normal horse probably couldn't pull off the breeches he wears quite so well... I'm flattered that you think of him when you see horsies in the flesh! Huzzah, I've ruined one of the Earth's beautiful creatures for you! >:)

Oh wow, my guy is stepping out of my brain and into other people's subconsciouses... I need to put a leash on him. :P But this was a fun read!

It's very in character Ambroys to try to undercut a rival's self-esteem by framing it as something OTHER people say, but oh no, he'd NEVER say something like that, of course. Mean girl behavior. He does have friends that don't actually like him - and he doesn't like them either. But one needs to have friends for appearance's sake - just one more accessory, really!

OKAY, I think that's everything! Or at least enough for this post, ahah.

Thanks to everyone for your kind words on my not-so-kind character.

Unlike him, I'm really humbled and grateful by the positive reception he's received. I deeply appreciate your kind messages... even when it takes me eons to reply to them, gah.

[disgruntledkittenface]

I started getting more involved in fandom and on tumblr a few months after my dad died. It was a weird time to become involved in a new community because I feel like I really started shutting people out during that time. I shared less of myself and held people at arm's length because I felt like I couldn't trust them with my grief. I had never had a loss like that before and I didn't know what to expect. It hit me sideways, and I felt like no one understood. And to be fair, most people I knew didn't understand simply because they hadn't been through it (and I've learned that grief is very individual – another person losing their dad might not understand my experience anyway). Grief makes people uncomfortable. They don't want to talk about it. And when I did talk about it, and I didn't get what I wanted or needed from those interactions, it really hurt.

It might have gotten easier if my mom hadn't started declining so soon after my dad died. At first, my sisters and I didn't know what was happening. I was the last of the three of us to really accept that she even was declining, and the way they would talk about her made me feel really protective of her. I haven't always been close to my sisters, and being at odds with them about how to take care of my mom really damaged our relationships for a long time. I felt like my dad wouldn't be proud of us because we weren't working together to take care of her. And I knew my mom was embarrassed by the symptoms of her Alzheimer's and didn't want people to see her having trouble with her memory and taking care of herself, so I didn't talk about it very much.

So writing fic really helped me communicate, but I don't think that translated into sharing the minutiae of day here very often. I think my Scorpio placements will always make it hard not to stick to a small, close circle, but I swear I used to be better at this. Since my mom died in January, I haven't felt very connected to the fandom. I don't feel like I fit in, I don't feel like I care about the same things. And it was really hard watching everyone have a collective experience of grief the last few weeks when grief has been so isolating for me. I can't imagine the difference it would have made to share it.

So when I thought about writing something about how I feel this morning, I felt like wait, I don't really do that, I can't do that. I felt that instinct to keep everything in and safe or something. I also worry about articulating something correctly more than maybe I should. I don't like to process what I'm feeling in front of people; I want to process and then say something. But I think that's holding me back.

The 2016 election happened less than a month after my dad died. I remember that week and it was fucking awful. I had trouble sleeping. I felt betrayed by my home state, Michigan. I thought I didn't know people who supported him. I didn't realize how white women held up white supremacy. I had no idea that he would resonate with so many people. But I didn't cry. I think I was already so fucking depressed that I just didn't have it in me.

I woke up this morning and I opened an email from NYT (which, why are they even emailing me, I'm not a subscriber) and it said that he won. And my first thought was no he didn't. My second reaction was to look for the punchline. But there wasn't one. The fact that I didn't expect it for a second time was the punchline, I guess. My husband seemed like he didn't want to talk about it at first. We talked a little before he left for work, but it's kind of like preaching to the choir when we talk because we usually agree.

I didn't cry until after my husband left. I was reading emails that I do actually subscribe to, and I just started sobbing. And it kind of took me by surprise, and I think that's because I didn't cry last time. I just really thought he was only playing to a vocal minority. When I was younger, I thought progress was linear, and it's just really disillusioning to realize that it's more cyclical. The idea of backlash to progress is just so fucking depressing. And I think I understand intellectually that people (straight white cis men and the women who uphold them) feel threatened by marginalized communities having equal rights, but emotionally I fundamentally do not understand. Like the idea of a trans kid having access to gender affirming care in Texas is somehow hurting anyone.

They want to get rid of no fault divorces so that women can't be independent and leave shitty men. They want to take away access to abortion, knowing it affects marginalized people more. But they don't want to do ANYTHING to help a baby after they're born. It's all so fucking transparent. And I don't think he believes in anything ideologically except that he should have power, and so many people's lives are going to be affected on a daily fucking basis in the name of what? (I know, white supremacy.)

None of this is anything you haven't already heard, and heard articulated better or more wittily by someone else. But I wanted to actually say it this time.

[soapy-soartp]

Trying my hand at Whumperless Whump Event of July by @whumperless-whump-event

(Pls be nice this is my first writing event)

Day: 1- EMERGENCY FIRST AID

Prompt: Self-done stitches / Alcohol as sanitizer / "It's just a scratch, I've had worse." -> different meeting Hualian AU, by a twist of fate HC stumbles upon his recently injured and very disheveled god, he invites his god to his house, naturally Xie Lian accepts

Fandom: Heaven Official's Blessing, TGCF

Characters: Hua Cheng / Xie Lian

His highness collapsed. 

Hua Cheng has finally found him again and he collapses. The ghost rushes forward to stop him from further injuring himself. He hooks his beloved's arms above his own and slowly lowers them both to the ground, his highness’ back to his chest.

Never has Hua Cheng felt as worthless and unworthy as he does at this very moment. 

His highness is here! In his arms! How dare he lay a hand on him without asking. How dare he put his unworthy hands on his highness. He has no right to, he’s worthless. After all, why did it take him so long to find him? He should apologize-

His spiraling thoughts were cut off by a barely heard wince and the person in his arms shifting ever so slightly.

“Your hi- erm Daozhang? Are… are you alright?” He asks, concern clearly coloring his tone and face as he peers down at his god.

Stupid question of course not- if he was alright why would he collapse!

“Ahaha… I’m alright! It's just a scratch, I've had worse!” Was the response and his beloved turned a concerning shade of red.

“A scratch?- You’re hurt?! Your- Daozhang!! Please allow this humble one to help!” He pleads, beginning to panic in his own right looking over the man in his arms.

That's when he notices the other’s very disheveled and filthy appearance.

“Daozhang-“ The ghost starts, obviously distressed, but he was cut off by the man in his lap trying to get up on his own.

His god must have suffered and lived in squalor for who knows how long! The thought has the ghost’s heart heavy with grief and guilt.

“I'm fine! I'm fine! I patched myself up!” The man in tattered robes says as he shakily tries to stand, but he falls again with a low hiss.

The ghost swoops in to steady the other and he says earnestly, “If this Daozhang wouldn’t mind, it would still make this one feel better if you allowed him to check your injuries… I fear you may have reopened a wound or something got infected, so if you could?”

“Ah… No no! I couldn’t possibly trouble you, um?” The other insists, but it’s obvious he could definitely use the help.

“This Daozhang can call this humble one San Lang and it is no trouble at all!”

“San Lang…” After a moment of deliberation the fallen god nods and whispers an embarrassed, “Thank you”

He helps his highness settle on a relatively clean and flat rock and he motions for him to show his injury. The fallen god nods and pulls up his dirty and distressed robes to reveal a nasty looking cut on the inside of his calf. True to his word he did try to patch it up but…

The ghost king can’t help the grimace that appears on his face, he hates seeing his beloved, his god be hurt. He would’ve liked to be more subtle in his approach but there's no time for that when his god is suffering so.

“… That looks bad, this honorable Daozhang did a fair attempt at patching it up but I’m still concerned about infection and whether it’ll reopen again…” The ghost king explains then his hands twitches, “May this one touch…?”

His god nods, face still a light pink, and expression sheepish, “Ah, yes well I did use some wine to sanitize it before I started stitching? And please no need to be so formal, San Lang.”

“…Wine-“ A flicker of despair flits over the ghost's face before he smooths out his expression and looks up at his god, “Gege…? Would you allow this one to take you to his residence? It’d be much better for you to recover there.”

He can’t help but invite his god to come with him, after all with him in ghost city it would be much easier to ensure his well-being and happiness. And his beloved looks very much worse for wear, his white robes tattered and dirty, his cheeks and eyes a bit sunken, skin pale and obviously he’s had quite the experience while Hua Cheng wasn’t with him.

“I couldn’t possibly-“ His god begins but in a moment of bravery he earnestly interjects, nearly pleading with the other to let him whisk him away to a better life.

“Gege please… This one swears it would be more troublesome for me if I were to just let you go without providing proper aid!”

The god stares at this strange youth (who is suspiciously finely dressed for being so deep in this forest). He stares down at those earnest eyes that seem oh so familiar, and makes his decision.

“Alright San Lang, take me away?”

[xxwhisper255xx]

This is kind of a continuation of this post where I headcannoned that MC was left with chronic pain after absorbing the magic in the repository, and had to learn to let her friends help her.

Natty & Poppy

MC stood at the top of the stairs, glaring at the winding staircase that led to her next class. She had stepped back to allow for the crowd of students to pass her, not wanting to get in their way, and was now mostly alone in the hall.

“Hello, my friend! Is everything alright?” Natty appeared at her side with a friendly smile.

“Hi Natty, yeah I’m okay. Just mentally preparing myself,” MC laughed awkwardly.

“May I join you? I also found these stairs rather difficult during my recovery. We’ll go together, yes?” She offered her arm. MC saw no judgement on her friend’s face, leading her to accept and loop her arm through hers. They began slowly descending the stairs.

“You would think that magic stairs that appear out of thin air would be able to move on their own. Wouldn’t it be nice if we only had to stand while it moved beneath us?” Natty said.

Footsteps came up behind them, and MC braced herself to be pushed past. To her surprise, Poppy appeared at her side and took her other arm.

“What are we talking about girls?” She asked, smiling brightly.

“I was telling our friend here that magic stairs should move on their own, don’t you think?”

“Ooh yes! I wish I could bring Highwing into the castle, he’d make it much easier to get to class.” Poppy agreed.

The three girls talked and giggled the whole way down, and MC got to class with a couple minutes to spare, grateful that her friends were so willing to accomodate her without a fuss.

Garreth (ft Sebastian)

“Hey MC, ready for potions?” Garreth was the last to leave the classroom, finding her a few steps outside the door. She was walking slowly through the hall, and he matched her pace.

“You should go on without me. Don’t let me slow you down, Garreth.” MC smiled in embarrassment.

“It’s fine. Besides, Sallow would have my head if I showed up without you.” he smiled at her.

“You’ll get in trouble for being late, you know Professor Sharpe is willing to use any excuse to give you detention.” She told him.

“Well I won’t leave you to get detention on your own.”

Garrett’s eyes lit up suddenly and he turned to her with a cheeky smile.

“I think I know a way for us to both arrive to class on time. Do you trust me?”

Sebastian stood outside the potions classroom, scanning the sea of students. He was debating going to find her when her head appeared above the crowd. She was moving towards him quickly with a smile, and he furrowed his eyebrows. Why did she look taller than usual?

Garreth suddenly sprinted out of the crowd with MC on his back, who was giggling wildly. He skidded to a stop in front of Sebastian, panting.

“What’s going on here?” The slytherin questioned.

“Garreth was kind enough to help me get to class on time,” MC laughed as she slid off his back. Sebastian immediately wrapped an arm around her waist, using her unsteadiness as an excuse to pull her away from the other boy.

“Thanks for the help, Weasley. I’ll take it from here.”

He guided her into the classroom, and she looked over her shoulder to see Garreth wiggling his eyebrows at her. She stifled a laugh and turned back to Sebastian as he guided her to her potion station.

Imelda

“It’s not fair! Why doesn’t she have to do it?”

MC looked up from her book, spotting the ravenclaw boy who was talking loudly to his friends.

“I think she’s injured,” a hufflepuff girl said, glancing her way. MC sighed upon realising they were talking about her. She looked back down at her book and tried to ignore them.

She had told the professor at the beginning of class that she didn’t feel well enough to fly, not trusting her aching body to stay upright on her broom. Madam Kogawa had nodded in understanding and allowed her to spend the class studying instead. She had then left to help some students struggling to lift their brooms, not hearing the complaining students.

“That’s dumb. She looks fine,” the ravenclaw scoffed.

Imelda swooped down on her broom, hovering just in front of the boy’s face.

“So if I kick you between the legs, you won’t feel pain right? You know, since we can’t see it.” She spat.

The boy spluttered and a few of his friends snickered.

“That’s what I thought. Leave her alone.” Imelda told him, and the boy hurried off in fear. She turned to MC, who smiled at her thankfully. She nodded back and zoomed off into the sky, leaving MC to laugh at the image of the boy’s face ingrained in her memory.

[autogeneity]

some feelings on like ability and lack thereof

cw for self-directed ableism or something like that

[NB: afaict I only feel this way about myself and do not endorse it. if I have been applying it to anyone else I am endeavoring to stop]

so I have a general sort of admiration and respect for capability, right. but I had a possibly-troubling realization the other day that at least for myself, this also biases my compassion.

specifically, the thought of appreciating all the things that my body has accomplished and how far I've come...took me from being about to post this

to actually sympathetic and willing to rest it and take care of it.

which is not great, right, like, my body should not have to earn care through uhh athletic accomplishment what the fuck

anyway I've been feeling a bit shit recently in my common ineptitudes. it seems so universal that something like cooking or keeping your home clean is something that is deeply embarrassing and shameful to fail at. nobody has great respect for the slob.

and I claim to have difficulty with this and that, but fact is: people go to bed at 3am and still get up at 6. people work multiple jobs and still manage to cook and clean. people have discipline and self-control and persistence. why don't I. *

and then I see some people here complain about similar issues, but then they have a million other things to show for it. maybe I could earn a messy house if I read or wrote gazillions of stories or made amazing software or whatever. but I don't.

it feels like I can never actually be a person anyone respects this way. even if they could 'love' or accept me hypothetically, there is nothing to admire.

*the actual thing prompting the feeling of lacking those things is in fact even stupider. so much so that I feel embarrassed to even name it. suffice to say I guess fucked up thought patterns can awaken from dormancy surprisingly easily.

[hypergamiss]

Maybe you can help me understand the way insta's recommendations work....But I think If someone has ever had your phone number, you will be suggested to follow them on insta and vice versa. I think this is the gist, I've tried reading thru the policy but can't find anything that explicitly states this.

Anyway, I'm bringing this up because I'm about to change my phone number because I keep getting suggested to follow people I haven't seen in 6+ years. Like co workers and people from group projects in college. I have accidentally stumbled across so many girls' OF/sex work accounts and it makes me sad and embarrassed for them. The trend, especially for gen z, is to give sex work a chance because the media tells us it's lucrative. I'm so glad I chose not to put myself out there like that--the internet will do you dirty every time. The fake user names are not hiding anything.

I just got done reading thru mess on twitter. A young girl who had a lot of promise, went against my advice I gave her years ago and gave up a full ride for OF content. She really thought she would be better off without a degree. Well, she found a pimp/bf and they're both struggling while they rely on her content to pay the bills. Selling pics of her privates for 8.99 a month. I found all this because she was randomly suggested on insta. Neither one of us have the others numbers anymore, yet because we had that digital connection several years ago we will never be able to escape each other online.

I'm a sex positive woman, but I hate that so many girls lacked guidance and discernment when they made these decisions. If I am stumbling across these accounts against my will, imagine who else in their life is seeing this. The internet is forever and people are not as stealthy as they think they are. I just feel so sad knowing this digital footprint is going to haunt them later on. I had a SD in college but I met him through a friend and didn't need to put myself online. He was actually the one who taught me how to be truly anonymous online because he knew I'd be thankful for it once my career took off.

I'm not very knowledgable on instagrams recommendations but I'm guessing that it's using data that goes back all the way to when you first created a facebook profile since Meta became a thing and they're all under one umbrella now. There is so much that is being done with everyone's(personal) data, at this point it might have to do more with your email than you're phone number(or both).

I never fully understood the pimp dynamic. I legit thought the pimp concept was a made up thing that they used only for films and music videos(naive, I know). Then I grew up and one day met a "pimp" in real life(laughed at his face, I thought he was joking about it) and my jaw was glued to the floor. I still can't fathom why any woman would just hand over all her earnings to a man so he can just live off of her income and work her to death. Oh and they have multiple women at once??? My brain still doesn't want to accept that pimps are a real thing😅 Obviously now I assume that a trouble history and maybe drug abuse might lead women to this path, but even then. Pimps are NOTHING without women...

I agree with you on the digital footprint topic, I wish everyone took it more seriously.... It's a forever thing. More permanent than a tattoo or a marriage will ever be!

It also saddens me that many young women don't have the guidance that they could really use. I wish I could personally be there for each and every one of them.

[seriously-nobody]

I was gonna turn on anon but I decided against it, would it be okay if I actually asked you a question? Since I know you write reader insert fics yourself I thought you would maybe relate to what I’m feeling and if so I wanted to see how you deal with it. I absolutely love writing x reader fics, I get really attached to my favorite characters and I love pouring that love into writing form for myself and others to enjoy but sometimes I still feel embarrassed/ashamed/anxious about it and about how others might perceive it. I know there used to be a big stigma behind it and I got made fun of for it for a while and even now when I’ve gained enough confidence to start posting them to public places I still get a little worried that someone is sitting being the screen and thinking “wow this is cringe” especially because it’s most of the content I write and I don’t often write about ships or storylines like a lot of other people do. It’s a bit silly because so far most people have been nothing but nice to me but I still feel a little bit anxious about it especially as I keep writing more and more of them and wonder “oh man is this getting irritating for people”

I apologize for the slight vent, I just found it a little difficult to articulate the emotions in a more simple way. Have you ever felt like when you write fanfic? And if so what helps you kinda push through it and start accepting your writing more?

You don’t have to reply to this if you don’t want to or if it doesn’t really apply to you, and again I’m sorry for dumping a wall of text into your asks- I just got stuck in a little rut while writing my next chapter today and am having trouble getting out of it.

First off thank you so much for the question, I'm really glad u asked and were confident enough to send this without the anon on. Second I'm going to answer questions or comment on certain things as I read this, so here we go.

I don't really write for myself, I mostly write for the people who want to read it. I have a small audience but from the few people I have talked to, on here and from my ao3 page, they like it, so I write it for them.

The thing about the stigma is I still feel it. Not for x reader specifically but for fanfiction and fandom in general. But I just have kinda gotten used to it so I just kinda live in it now. I mean I keep my tumblr to myself and of course y'all on here, but that's it. I don't talk about my fics to people I don't trust not just because of the stigma but also because I write some batshit crazy stuff.

I'll tell you this, I don't think people r going to read something that they think they're not going to like. Especially if you label your works right the worst thing they're going to do is scroll away. (But if u do get a negative comment @ me and I'll find them :) ) Also I think my own work is cringe and I've just accepted that it is at this point so I'm kinda immune to someone telling me that I'm cringe or that what I do is cringe because I am and that's just how it be man. I am one with the cringe and the cringe is me. I've lived too long past my experation date to be worried about some default settings incel telling me my Haunted Mansion fanfiction or tumblr blog is cringe. Like uhm ya of course it's cringe? It's supposed to be?? (also it's my brand now that I'm the jester of cringe, thx to @spookyhollowart)

O dude, lemme tell u something, one shots r the best. You don't have to stick to a big storyline, relationship growth, or character arcs. Literally the best. I can't wait to do my one shots because most of them r short and I won't have to be looking back 6 chapters ago to what color some random ass dude was wearing or some bullshit like that, because I have to do now in my current fic.

Trust me the nice people scare me too. It's like WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE AND WHY R U BEING NICE TO ME??? AND WHY DO YOU LIKE WHAT I WRITE?? (U scare me a lot too btw)

O god no! It's not irritating at all! Quite the opposite, I absolutely love ur stuff, especially ur latest one, Soul Ties. Seriously looking forward to the next chapter, I'm super invested in how the reader acts, I very much relate.

Plz don't apologize this was awesome to read through and answer/comment on.

Man that's a big question, uh Ig I can say that for a long time it felt like a joke to myself that I was writing fanfiction. I was writing it seriously but it didn't feel serious/real to me. I'll say this, I accept the storyline and that I came up with it, but I don't accept the way I'm write it. Because I beat myself up for typos, bad flow, not good enough dialog, not enough descriptors, too many descriptors, too short chapters when I have writers block, not good enough, that kinda stuff.

I'm honestly just glad to have someone else writing hm stuff because I love this fandom so much and I love reading other people's work. I hope you get out of ur rut soon. Take ur time, there's no rush, and don't stress on it.

[mageofseven]

If matchups are open may I request one? I’m fine with being matched with any of the boys.

My pronouns are he/him. I have a shy personality and can be socially awkward especially around new people. People often see me as aloof and closed off but in reality I am just very anxious in social settings. I also have trouble trusting and opening up to people so I always take things extremely slow when it comes to new friendships/relationships. Around people I trust I am much more extroverted and confident in myself. I still have a habit of hiding my struggles though mainly because I hate making people feel worried about me so I tend to act like everything is fine even when it isn’t. I’m very protective of the people I care about and I also tend to be the cheerleader of my friend group since I will support them no matter what.

My hobbies include dog training (positive reinforcement only), hiking, spending time in nature especially since I live in a wooded area, meditating, listening to music, and reading. I am big on environmental conservation and treating others with kindness. People who are hateful or judgemental of others make me uncomfortable and I am very sensitive to things like that because I feel bad for the people who are being talked about in a negative light. I’m not into things like trends and I’m usually completely out of touch with celebrities and things like that which can sometimes make it hard for me to relate to people my age.

My dislikes include gossiping, being center of attention, being far from nature, and not being able to have space when I need it.

I have OCD and this can cause me to be extremely paranoid especially when exposed to one of my triggers. I also have compulsions which I am embarrassed of and I get intrusive thoughts daily. This is why I am passionate about things like therapy, understand psychology, and practicing coping mechanisms like meditation which has helped me a lot.

Hmmm. Okay~

So two Boys popped into my head for you, but one way more strongly than the other.

Because of this

I pair you with...

Solomon

Honestly, I think you're quiet and aloof nature would be too tempting for this man and he'd love teasing and flirting with you just to see what reactions he can get out of you.

Whether you love him or hate him at this point doesn't really matter--you are stuck with him.

Over time, this cute pest of yours would get to know you easily to the point where he knows what your feeling from exactly one muscle twitch in your face. I know, it's weird, but this sorcerer man has been around for a hell of a long time and has become an expert at reading people.

When you two get closer, he'll stop messing with you in ways he knows you hate and will only tease you in small ways.

In truth, this man won't be able to recognize when he gets so protective of you, but once he sees it in himself, he just accepts it and goes with the flow he's found himself in.

Again, this man can read you incredibly well so even if you try to hide your emotions, you'll fail with him. When he sees you getting overwhelmed, he finds a way to get you out of the situation that's causing it. If he can tell your mind is racing with bad thoughts, he'll try to distract you or ask if you'd like to talk about them. This is a man who notices every little detail about you and uses that info to take care of you the best he can.

On the interest side of things, I can see him also loving reading and being in the outdoors. This man often goes searching for his potion ingredients and would love if you tagged along.

Over all, he'll be a thorn in your side, but one you will grow to love and be grateful for 🥰

[ghooostzone]

BZZZT

Memory #? [extracted from ???]: Brother Ezekiel

(under a cut bc it's long)

It was eerily dark in these hallways, walking down them alone; you couldn’t guess it wasn’t night yet. 303, 303, my room is 303. Am I even going the right way? A form slowly makes its way towards me. Step… Step… Step… It’s a person draped in a familiar robe with an unfamiliar color for it – red – since when did they come in red? Was this person important? Taller than me with messy black hair and heavy eye-bags. Excuse me –

“And what are you doing down here?” He cuts me off. Hello…. My name is Ezekiel and I’m looking for my room. It’s supposed to be 303… Ignoring the second part of what I had just said, he tells me his name: “You can call me brother G██████”. Rubbing his chin with his left hand and looking off to the right instead of at me: “You’re in training yes, brother Ezekiel?” Brother. Err um yes I am, I was told to stay in The Eye for a month to complete it. 

“Do you know why?”

Well…

I’m embarrassed about being asked on the spot and not fully remembering the answer. Um well being in the middle of a Hell Zone tests our. Spirituality? So we can withstand demon influence….? My body language gives my nerves away but it’s not like my words help much either.

“Don’t worry, brother Ezekiel, I’m not testing you.” He calls me brother again. Despite how the interaction is going I feel a genuine smile coming on. “I was just curious about what they’re teaching nowadays – since I haven’t been able to leave. It’s alright if you’ve forgotten.”

“Because Your Answer will reach you regardless.” He adds. “A saint died here but that might not actually be Your Answer.”

The man straightens his back, clears his throat, and begins:

“God’s Will is that You find a will of your own. Your own Answer. Your own Self. We serve Him not by serving Him but by existing and sharing the different forms of love. You have to live, and others will see You living and they will live. People will tell us to die so we must live. Demons were never the priority, there are no demons in The Eye. 

The world is made of love and every part of our body is love and all of nature is love. We need to accept our negative feelings as well but this is the gist of it. Your Answer will lead to paths that create more love. For Yourself. That is why we come to The Eye. And if you Listen to The Eye it will speak to You, udder onto you truths about Yourself. The saint who died lives here, he breathes here. His lungs are in the walls and I lull myself to sleep in their rhythm and in his arms and in the walls. And he speaketh unto me. And I feel the music in the air - for you see, music is a form of love – and the music speaketh unto me. And the fear of dying and the fear of living it all leaves me. Because I confirm that I am alive and You are alive, there is no dread. And people will tell us to die and kill us but we will live. And they will live. The music will speaketh unto us. The warm flesh in the walls will speaketh unto us. For you see – we too are in the walls. When the world finally reaches the closest we can to peace, we'll be outside the walls. We can all speak to each other. Do you understand?”

Um…. A little bit? Not entirely, I’m sorry….

He smiles at me gently, giving a light nod. “That’s quite alright. I’m not the best at explaining things. But Your Answer will reach you regardless.”

Suddenly I’m grabbed by the arm. An older sister, one of the guides here, flashes the man a look as she drags me away by a few steps. “Sister E██, do not wander needlessly.” then “███████, you should not be out of your room.” He gives her the same smile, bows to each of us separately, then walks off... I guess he’s used to getting in trouble for this. But why?

“You’re not supposed to talk to that man, ok?”

“Why so?” I ask.

“He must stay in his rooms and. Meditate. To rid his body of demons.”

“He was not possessed, though. I did not sense anything on him.”

“But you heard how he talked, right? Clearly he’s mad.”

“He was not possessed.”

“Wasn’t he frightening?”

“No, sister.”

As we go back-and-forth, the sister’s face contorts with annoyance. I turn my gaze from it to over her shoulder and the lecture begins. Okay, I see, well okay – nodding my head, recognizing the argument was unwinnable. Oh, the door behind her says 100 → so I was going the wrong way → no one even told me → drats.

I left a week earlier than planned; forboden from returning. I never saw brother ███████ again.

[molerat]

Idk why but i like talking in the tags way more than in actual posts. I guess because its like more private? Honestly no one in their right mind should follow me in the first place so on the rare occasion i do make posts just to kinda talk into the void i dont feel too guilty. Still like putting most of my thoughts in the tags though.

[luminnara]

alpha!erasermic x pregnant!reader | ABO fluff

Request:  Hiya! i’m wondering if you can do an alpha! erasermic x pregnant! omega! reader? maybe when both alphas leave their lunch at home and she goes to bring it to them. the reader and both alphas collectively have custody of hitoshi and eri, and the reader is heavily pregnant. preferably a female reader please, and none of class 1-a have met her. this is my first time requesting stuff so i hope i did okay! 😅

You did wonderfully! I love writing cute fluffy stuff like this, and it’s my first time writing any kind of erasermic thing even though I love them so much, so hopefully I did okay! Idk where exactly this sits timeline-wise, don’t worry about it, it’s omegaverse and I can do what I want lol. I took this prompt and sort of RAN with it, too

*also Mirio has his quirk back in this because it’s fun, and the reader has kind of a dodgy past because i wanted to add a little SPICE*

Warnings: a/b/o, pregnancy, the implications of Aizawa’s scarf and all of its uses

You sighed, resting a hand on your swollen belly. “Those two...”

You had only just gotten Eri out of bed, and, upon heading into the kitchen to fix her some breakfast, you saw two lovingly-prepared bento boxes sitting on the counter. Shota and Hizashi must have forgotten them in their hurry to get to UA earlier that morning, and while you knew they could very easily grab something to eat in the cafeteria, you hated the thought of these meals going to waste.

Besides, your inner omega was a bit miffed that they hadn’t taken your home cooked food to work with them. Was Lunch Rush’s food so much better than yours that your alphas would rather eat at school? You refused to believe that, even if his quirk was cooking. There was no way that he could make your alphas a meal that could compare to the kind you always cooked for them, and maybe it was the pregnancy hormones making you extra bristly about it, but you were determined to march right on over to UA and bring them their proper lunches. 

Even if you were heavily, heavily pregnant. They’d probably have something to say about you leaving the house and waddling around Musutafu with only Eri as company, but you were tough enough to fend for yourself. And besides, it was only a quick train ride to the station outside the school, and if you did get yourself into any kind of trouble, the city was chock full of pro heroes and their sidekicks, many of whom you were on a first name basis with. 

“Eri!” you called, grabbing a bag to carry the boxes in. “Are you dressed yet? We’re going to visit UA!”

You could heard a thump, followed by the sound of little feet thudding as she ran to meet you. When she appeared in the doorway, her eyes were wide with excitement, her long hair falling around her shoulders messily. “Yes!”

“Go brush your hair and then we’ll go,” you laughed, ushering her towards the bathroom. 

“Why are we going?” the little girl called. 

“Hizashi and Shota left their lunches,” you explained. “We’re bringing them so that the food doesn’t go to waste.”

“Can we visit Deku and Togata?”

You paused to think. You hadn’t actually met any of Shota and Hizashi’s students before, your alphas always preferring that you stay home and away from the sometimes dangerous school they taught at. Well, you knew Hitoshi, of course, and since he had yet to move into the dorms on campus, he still lived at home with the rest of the family. At least he had remembered to grab his lunch. Would your adopted son be embarrassed to see you appearing at his school? Hitoshi always carried himself in a very collected manner, and the thought of being able to show up and pinch his cheeks and coo at him made you laugh. 

And you knew that everyone in Class 1-A would be over the moon to see Eri. The little girl that had been rescued from Overhaul was popular amongst the young heroes-in-training, from what you’d heard, and if you were going to go all the way to UA, you’d be damned if you didn’t let her see her friends there. 

“Of course we can,” you said with a smile as she came running back in, her hair significantly less tangled. “Ready?”

“Ready!” she beamed up at you.

“Do me a favor and carry this?” you offered her the tote you’d tucked the bento boxes into and she took it from you eagerly, bouncing towards the door. 

You grabbed your purse, made sure your keys were inside, and followed her out, taking her free hand. Together, the two of you made your way to the nearest train station, a few neighbors waving hello as you passed. There were no villains to be seen or head of, and the pros you saw out on patrol all looked happy and relaxed. They all knew who you were, some of the betas and omegas approaching to chat about your pregnancy and ask how things were going. The alphas hung back, calling greetings or offering waves, none of them wanting to get too close to a pregnant, mated omega and risk the wrath of your alphas if their scents happened to cling to you. 

The journey went smoothly, Eri sticking close to your side the entire way. You were both excited to be going to visit UA--Eri, because she would get to see Deku and Mirio, and you because you hadn’t been to the school in years--and as you stepped off the train and the gates finally came into view, you let out a happy laugh. 

“Ready?” you asked Eri, leading her towards the entrance. 

“Mhm!” she nodded eagerly, pulling you forward. “Let’s go! Let’s go let’s go let’s go--”

“Hang on, hang on,” you waddled after her as quickly as you could, fishing around in your purse. When you finally found what you were looking for, you pulled out an ID card, holding it up towards the sensor atop the UA Barrier gate. “You have your card?”

“Yep!” Eri said, grabbing the card hanging from the lanyard around her neck and mimicking you. 

“Special ID accepted,” a robotic voice chimed. “Welcome to UA High, (y/n) and Eri.”

The gate opened and you led Eri through it, the big school looming just past it. The special ID cards you both had were a result of Shota insisting that you be able to get to UA if you ever needed to. With the upgraded security measures, and so many of the students living in the dorms, it wasn’t easy getting onto the campus without either a student or guest card. You probably technically weren’t even supposed to have one, but no one was going to argue with Aizawa and Yamada when it came to ensuring their omega would be able to get to them in case of emergency.

This wasn’t exactly an emergency, but it was still an important mission, so you had absolutely no qualms about using your special ID privileges today. You just hoped nobody else would be mad about it.

 “Hey, is that Eri I see?” a voice called. 

You turned to see a blond haired, blue eyed boy jogging towards you and recognized him as Togata. He was dressed in a PE uniform, and as he stopped in front of you, you could see that he was panting. 

Eri immediately set the bag down and rushed toward him, running into his open arms. “Lemillion!”

Mirio laughed as he scooped her into a hug. “What are you doing here? Aizawa didn’t mention anything about a visit!”

“Aizawa forgot his lunch today,” you said, nodding towards the bag Eri had dropped. “So we thought we’d bring it and visit.”

Mirio straightened up a bit when he realized you were there. You had to be absolutely covered in your alphas’ scents, and even if they never told any of the students about you, there was no way that Mirio hadn’t figured it out by now. Besides...your bond marks were very big and very visible, one on each side of your neck just below your scent glands. There was no way Mirio didn’t know what that all added up to. 

You had never officially met him, but you’d heard plenty about all of UA’s Big Three, and after he and Deku saved Eri from the Shie Hassaikai, you’d heard even more about him. He was selfless, going so far as to sacrifice his own quirk to keep Eri safe and get her away from Overhaul, and for that, you’d always feel a little indebted to him. He’d luckily been able to get it back, but Aizawa had told you that there had been a long period in which nobody was sure it could even be returned to him. 

“Oh, s-sorry!” he bowed to you. “I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced! I’m Togata Mirio, I was there at the Shie Hassaikai raid--”

“I’ve heard plenty about you,” you laughed as he straightened up again. “I’m (y/n). I’m the stay at home omega that keeps Shota and Hizashi from starving all the time.”

Mirio’s laugh was probably one of the most raucously happy sounds you had ever heard. “We’re all grateful for that! As for me, personally, I’m really glad Eri has such a great mom now, too. And you’ve got more on the way!”

“Sure do,” you groaned, a hand on your lower back as you tried to lean and stretch it out some. “Due date’s in just a couple weeks. Can’t wait to get ‘em outta here.”

“Well, at least you already know how to do the parenting part!” Mirio was still all smiles as Eri grabbed for his hand and he took it, picking up the tote bag as well. “Come on, it’s my free period so I’ll take you to 1-A’s classroom.”

“Thank you, Togata,” you said, hand on your belly as you followed him into the school. 

“It’s no problem!” he beamed at you over his shoulder as he led the way. “It’s almost lunch, too. Perfect timing!”

“Is it really?” you glanced up at a clock on the wall, and sure enough, it was nearly noon. “Wow. Guess we took longer than I thought. But...ugh, I didn’t bring any food for myself or Eri...”

“That’s no problem! Lunch Rush always has tons of options in the Grand Mess Hall.” at your slight glare, Mirio added, “...But I’m sure even his best cooking is no substitute for a homemade meal!”

“That’s right,” you growled, waddling along down the hall. 

When the three of you reached the 1-A door, Mirio used his permeation quirk to stick his head straight through it rather than knocking, and judging by the resounding scream of surprise that nearly shattered the windows, he had scared Hizashi half to death.

Mirio pulled back and opened the door, revealing a room full of groaning students, all clutching their ears. Hizashi was the only one who seemed unbothered by the sheer volume of the scream he had let out, clutching his chest instead. 

“Why can’t you knock like a normal person, dumbass?” a blond boy snarled. 

“Bakugou! You shouldn’t swear in front of esteemed upperclassmen!” a black-haired boy with glasses said. 

“It’s not just me you’re swearing in front of!” Mirio said, still smiling, like always. With a nod of his head, he tugged Eri into the room.

Everyone lit up, and you even caught Bakugou’s harsh expression softening some at the sight of her. 

“Eri!” a freckly, green haired boy exclaimed, jumping up from his seat. 

“Deku!” the little girl yelled happily, letting go of Mirio’s hand to run towards him.

You watched as he knelt down to greet her, the rest of the class all getting up, or at the very least leaning over in their seats to say hello. All except Hitoshi, who looked up, made eye contact with you, started to roll his eyes, and then sighed. 

Oh, you were so going to embarrass him today. 

Hizashi was still trying to catch his breath, but now, with the students all distracted by Eri, he finally had a chance to notice you. You could see his nostrils flare as he recognized your scent, his head whipping around to spot you standing there in the door.

“BABE!” he rushed toward you, pulling you into a hug. 

“Hi, Hizashi,” you laughed into his shoulder, clinging to his jacket as he rubbed his scent gland over your hair. 

He immediately pulled back, holding you at arm’s length as he looked you over. “What’re you doing here? Everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” you chuckled. When he glanced down at your swollen belly, you added, “we’re fine.”

He let out a relieved breath. “Okay. Okay, good. Had me worried there for a sec.”

“They came to bring you lunch!” Mirio said, holding up the bag he had carried in for you. “I ran into her and Eri outside while I was out for my daily jog.”

“Togata here was very helpful,” you said. “He even carried that bag for us.”

“Gotta help everyone who needs it, whenever I can!” the teenager gave you a thumbs up. 

“Thanks, Mirio.” Hizashi said, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you up against his side. “Means a lot to me that my family stays safe.”

“Family?”

You turned to see all of Class 1-A staring at you. 

Hizashi cleared his throat, the sound practically echoing. “Everybody, this is my mate.”

The room suddenly erupted. 

“Who is she?”

“Is she a pro?”

“Can’t believe anybody would put up with him...”

“Bakugou, quiet! Don’t be rude!”

“But, wait...” Deku said, still kneeling with Eri. “I thought Eri’s been living with Mr. Aizawa..?”

The students all glanced to each other before their eyes swiveled to you and Hizashi. 

“Oh, Hizashi,” you teased. “You never told them?”

“I, uh...” a slight pink tinged his cheeks as he blushed.  

Luckily, before he had the chance to stumble over his words any longer, he was saved by the appearance of a very tired, very disgruntled, Eraserhead. 

“What the hell is going on and why the hell are you screaming in my classroom?” he growled from the doorway. 

Hizashi turned the two of you to face him, and you saw the anger immediately drain from Aizawa’s face. 

“...What are you doing here?” he asked, his bloodshot eyes full of concern. “Everything okay?”

“Hi, Papa!” Eri chimed from her spot next to Deku. 

“...Hello, Eri. Why are you also here?”

“You both forgot your lunches,” you said, practically scolding them. “I worked hard on those!”

“So you came all the way here just to bring us lunch? You realize we have an entire cafeteria here, right?”

“Don’t even think about it,” you growled. 

“You shouldn’t be walking across Musutafu without at least Hitoshi with you. It’s too dangerous.”

At the mention of his name, everyone’s heads swiveled to look at Shinso. He sighed, slumping back in his chair and dragging a hand down his face. 

“You know, if you wouldn’t forget the lunches that I so lovingly put all that hard work into, I wouldn’t even have to go all the way across Musutafu to bring them to you.” you said haughtily, nose up in the air as you stared your alpha down. “And besides...you know better than anyone that I can take care of myself, and Eri, no matter how pregnant I am.”

Aizawa sighed. He knew there was no arguing with you when you got in a mood like this, and besides...you were already there. 

And you were right.

Before he could even come up with something to say, the bell rang, signaling that it was time for lunch, and soon, you were walking down the hall between your two alphas, Eri riding on Deku’s shoulders as Class 1-A flooded out along with you. 

You ended up sitting in the mess hall with the students, sandwiched between Hizashi and Shota. Shota didn’t seem entirely pleased with it, mentioning several times that he’d much rather be in the teachers’ lounge where it was quieter, but Eri was far too happy to be with Class 1-A for him to actually tear her away from them. She was across from you, sitting next to Deku and a brown haired girl you learned was named Ochako. Mirio had left to go find his own friends, the other two members of The Big Three, and you could see him just a few tables over, laughing loudly with a blue haired girl with a boy with pointy ears looked like he was trying to will himself out of existence next to them. 

“It’s so exciting that Mr. Aizawa has a whole family!” Ochako said. 

“And with Present Mic, too,” Tsu, the frog girl, said from her spot next to her. 

“How long have you been together?” the pink girl, Mina, asked.

“Don’t ask so many personal questions! We should respect their privacy.” Iida said, in true class rep fashion. 

When Shota only offered a grunt in reply, too focused on his lunch to actually talk with his homeroom class, and with Hizashi already stuffing his face, you took it upon yourself to chat. 

“Oh, I don’t mind the questions!” you said with a good natured laugh. “I met Hizashi and Shota when we all went to school together. Then we lost touch, because I...well, I sort of...chose a different life path than they did.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Hizashi slurped up his soba. 

“Here.” you looked up to see Hitoshi had brought you and Eri each a tray of food, setting them down in front of the two of you. 

“You’re so good to your mother,” you cooed, reaching up to grab his cheek. 

He dodged you expertly, ducking out of the way and going to sit with Bakugou and his friends on Deku’s other side. You narrowed your eyes at him, making sure he knew that he couldn’t run forever, and as Denki watched the exchange, he spoke up. 

“...Wait. You didn’t become a pro hero?” he asked. 

“I took the hero course here at UA.” you explained, grabbing your chopsticks. “I ended up dropping out before graduation. This is actually my first time back since then.”

“So...” Deku seemed nervous. “Were you, uh...”

“A villain?” you asked. 

When he nodded quickly, you laughed and offered a nod of your own. 

“Yeah, I suppose I was. My quirk used to be wild, and hard to control...I got so frustrated when I wasn’t making any progress with it that I decided to just leave school. I was mad at everyone, and I fell in with people who felt the same way. One thing leads to another, and next thing you know, I’m running from the loudest, most obnoxious pro hero in the city.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Hizashi, who was doing his best not to choke on his lunch. 

“And he never caught me,” you said adoringly, leaning against his shoulder. 

“I never caught you on my own,” he corrected. 

“Made my ears bleed a few times, I think.”

“Yes, and I don’t regret that.” he pressed a cute, fluttery little kiss against the tip of your nose. “You were absolutely going to kill me.”

“Not absolutely!” you protested. 

“I had to rescue him.” Aizawa spoke up, his voice gruff and tired, like always. “Had to cancel your quirk and keep you tied down until the others could get to us.”

You smirked at your first memory of his scarf and what it could do, and as you did so, he realized that he had just admitted to tying you up with it in front of his idiot students.

“And that’s when I fell in looooove,” you grabbed his arm, batting your lashes at him obnoxiously. 

“Not another word.” he growled. 

The students were all staring at you with wide eyes. All except Hitoshi, who was rolling his. 

“I guess you could say I was reformed,” you said, grabbing some noodles. “Then one thing led to another, and...here we are.” You patted your belly. 

“That’s so romantic,” Mina sighed, leaning her chin on her hand. 

“What’s your quirk?” Ochako asked. 

“I could show you!” you said eagerly, moving to stand.

“Absolutely not.” Shota held onto your arm and forced you to sit down again. “You are due in two weeks. No nonsense until after the pups are born.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes now. 

“Fine,” you mumbled with a sigh. “I never get to have fun anymore.”

“But pups are so exciting!” the invisible girl, Hagakure, said. 

“Yeah!” Mina agreed. 

Then, the rest of the girls bombarded you with questions. 

“How many are you having?”

“What day are they coming?!”

“Can we meet them?”

“Mr. Aizawa, please can you bring them in to the dorms??”

“--But Mr. Aizawa, this is the safest place in Japan. There’s no way anything bad would happen to them--”

“--And besides, (y/n) has a super strong quirk, right? She said so!”

“Come on, just let us see the brats when they’re old enough to travel.”

The sound of Bakugou’s voice had everyone staring at the blond boy. 

“...What?” he bristled. “It’s not like I care, I just want the girls to shut up.”

“Uh huh. Sure, Bakugou.” Kirishima snorted. 

“...maybe.” Aizawa relented, eager to shut them all up. 

That was enough for the girls, and they immediately began talking chattering about the cutest baby clothes, the best toys, and then the differences between their own upbringings. You enjoyed listening to them throughout the rest of lunch, and by the time the hour had ended, you were sad to be leaving. 

“Hang on, hang on,” Hizashi said as you took Eri’s hand to leave. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home,” you furrowed your brow. “Why?”

“We told you,” Shota said, standing with his hands in his pockets. “We don’t want you wandering around the city.”

“And I told you, I’m fine--”

“Just stay here for the rest of the day.”

“...What?”

“We’ll all go home together later.” Hizashi smiled. “You and Eri can hang out in the lounge. I bet Midnight would love to pester you about the bump, too.”

You smiled, walking towards your alphas. “Alright. Alright, yeah. That sounds nice.”

As Class 1-A lingered at the end of the hall, watching for as long as they could get away with, Denki elbowed Hitoshi in the side. 

“Dude, your mom is--”

“Don’t you dare say hot.” Shinso growled. 

“Actually, I was gonna say badass, but that too--”

The purple haired boy glared at him. “Shut up, Denki.”

“What? It’s a compliment!”

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"fuck." anger first---the embarrassment's there, yes, but above all, she despises that the damn thing had been so expensive but wouldn't do what it was made for. "i'm so sorry about that. here." hurriedly, she forces the rest of her signature onto the paper, gritting her teeth past the crookedness of it. then she pushes the paper back over the counter, clenching her ink-stained hand back to herself. @ HAERAN ---

she looks briefly back up to her when she mentions the glasses, smiles easy, hums before she goes right back to work. "they do. i've been working here for awhile, but it still tells me more things than i can tell with my own eyes, even as good as i tend to be with these things." yeona murmurs, and she's worked hard for that pride, a pride in something that she'd given herself and knows she's good at, had seen the results the longer she worked here, the more she bought and sold.

going through the motions is easy, she knows this, and it's second nature to her, now. she thinks, idly, the one thing different is to have someone that pretty on the other side of it, even if the hesitance locked in her heart is the root of the source between her fingers, the ring that hints that something else was here before her. it makes her wonder how much of it still lingers, how much time had passed for those things to fade, just as she'd found that they tend to do.

"of course." she hums, and thinks that maybe the ring will go to a new home, and mean new things, and maybe that's all anyone can ever hope for, is to move forward, to find new meanings, to grow. she tugs the glove off of her hand after she moves the ring underneath the counter to where she'll catalog the new addition, replace it in the jewelry case later on before she closes the shop. flexes her fingers and takes off the glasses too, placed onto the counter.

yeona doesn't mind the idle talk as she waits for her to sign, tries not to look too hard at the joints of her hand, of hearing that clicking underneath the tone of her voice and wishing she could fix it, knowing she could make it better. "sometimes more than others, but it's usually pretty slow. it is pretty quiet, it's why i have the music." she offers, hand gesturing towards the radio that plays low, when yeona feels herself start to drown in the hours here in the florescent lights, with nothing else to break it up.

she makes a soft noise when the ink splatters across the paper as the prosthetic snaps, and she reaches beneath the counter for a clean towel without thinking, bringing it out, palm upwards as she offers it, clutched in her fingers. slides the contract to the side, ink staining her hand, uncaring, as she shakes her head.

"no, no, don't be sorry. here, i can--- i hope this isn't too forward, but i know how to fix cybernetics. i can help with your hand, if you wouldn't mind me looking at it?" yeona offers, all of the words tumbling out of her as she says it. the contract, the ring, forgotten, even the spill of ink across the paper as she holds that towel out for her, the distance between them the length of the counter that she aims to close.

her brows furrowed, concern etched there as she keeps the towel clean only for her hand, even as she clutches it to herself. "it's something i like doing. don't even need the glasses for it, can do it all myself." she jokes, clearing the previous concern in her eyes for easy acceptance, hoping to come across as calm as she means.

"i have some tools in the back, and we were going to close soon anyways. so it wouldn't be any trouble, really, i'd feel bad letting you leave when i know i can fix it for you. i won't ask anything for it, either, just being able to look at it and fix it is enough for me."

[heyhoeudoin]

INDEBTED TO YOU

"No matter what you tell me, I will always be by your side."

pairing: master!bakugo katsuki x servant!reader

words: 2.4k

genre/s: fluff, a bit mature

warning/s: swearing, mention of 'woman' but other than that no pronouns (unless i slipped, then sorry)

synopsis: you sworn to serve under the bakugo family, especially their son

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a/n: inspired by kuzupeko from danganronpa, i love them so much. also this is done in no particular order, so it's going to be a bit messy. enjoy either way!

you are the personal servant of bakugo katsuki

why?

because you and him grew up together, literally

the bakugo family took you in from a very young age, apparently you were found alone in an alleyway and from there on out they decided to take care of you

and since then, you have decided to protect this family and serve under them

most especially their son, bakugo katsuki

the one you fell in love with

of course, you told both mitsuki and masaru about your feelings and plans (on becoming their personal servant)

they allowed it because you insisted so much on it that they got tired of you asking everyday and they trust you as well

the bakugo family are loaded bro

and you took advantage of that

you got yourself to learn many things; multiple lessons on hand-to-hand combat, on using weapons (guns, swords, etc.), and other basic needs to become a servant (cooking, medical knowledge, cram school etc.)

how did you get yourself to balance all of these while still going to school?

well, your ambition is that big

katsuki, at first, denied of you being 'servant' to him

"i don't need someone to protect me at all times, i'm going to be the number one hero! i'll be the one to protect myself and you!"

it was sweet, not gonna lie but it hurt your ego also

"oh yeah? let's make a bet then. let's fight and if i win, i'm your personal maid or servant and if you win, then i won't be your slave- er servant."

spoiler: you won

and this all happened during middle school

speaking of

everyone thought you two were dating, that's why nobody really approached you since you're always next to katsuki

where ever katsuki is, you're also there

even midoriya thought you two were dating because he never saw you two not together

and no one ever asked because they didn't wanna bother you

by bother i mean no one had the guts to approach you two

the two of you are the power couple of the entire middle school!

everyone knew who you two were and are

you: the intimidating tall poise woman

katsuki: the arrogant aggressive man

yeah no one bothered the two of you that entire middle school (except for midoriya, sometimes)

okay so anyways,

when you won that fight to become katsuki's servant, that's when he finally actually noticed you

after middle school ended and when the two of you are training (well, you coaching him), but then suddenly

katsuki stood in front of you holding his water bottle, with a firm look yet nervous look, "i'll damn be the number one hero." he announced then paused and took a deep breath, "so you better be second best, right after me." and with that, he hurriedly stomped off

mother fucker practically just confessed to you

but no, it wasn't a confession

it was an acceptance

of you

you've been with katsuki since children, so you understand his language now (sometimes)

and you ended up not seeing him the entire day after that

why? because he's embarrassed (how cute!)

then u.a. came and holy shit the amount of times you almost died of a heart attack

why? because of fucking villains and shit

speaking of, remember the slime incident?

yeah... you got in so much trouble for almost killing the slime creature for even hurting and traumatizing your katsuki

and you also started working too hard on yourself saying that you weren't strong enough

yeah, you're pulling a bakugo

and of course, katsuki noticed and stopped you in his own way

katsuki watched you from the doors, you aggressively punching your way into the concrete wall. why? "i need something stronger." is what you said, like a fucking idiot is what he called you then. he stomped over to you, "stop fucking yourself over. take a break you asshat." he took hold of your collar and dragged you away to the showers.

this man just keeps making you fall all over again

that was his way of saying he's worried about your health <3

anyways, back to u.a.

stuff like the quirk apprehension test, battle trial, etc.

you did amazing at because of your intense training throughout childhood

and no, shockingly, you didn't win first place in the sports festival because of a sudden quirk mishap when fighting todoroki

but then why didn't you hold back though, for katsuki?

are you kidding? you're not that much of a fucking idiot. doing that is the biggest mistake and insult to katsuki ever

and you'd rather die than offend him in any way

also same thing happened as middle school; people felt kinda intimidated by you two

but the difference is that people talked to you both this time and slowly they aren't that intimidated by the two of you

thus the bakusquad!

oh also, no one thought you two were together

why?

because katsuki asked you to keep the entire relationship a secret which was hard to do, for both him (he can't just come to you for a conversation or for comfort) and you (you can't be next to him all the time and being overprotective of him)

kaminari flirted with you a bunch of times when hanging out with the squad

katsuki had to keep it in to not get all worked up while you had to keep it in to not slice his entire neck off and say you belong to katsuki only

but the two of you resisted (good thing)

and then usj happened

that shit was a fucking fever dream

there is only one memory in usj you vividly remember is when katsuki was about to get hit by the nomu

your heart pumped loudly through your ears as time stopped or slowed down. you didn't know what to do and dreaded for when you didn't do anything, but you did do something. a large hand appeared from the ground in front of katsuki, palm wide, protecting him from the running nomu.

he didn't get hit, but you did faint.

your quirk?

it's called duplicate and with it you can replicate and sprout pieces of your body from the surface of any object or living thing (like the hana hana no mi that nico robin has from one piece)

anyways,

then interns happened

and of course you wanted to go along with katsuki but he told screamed at you to go with who you wanted

and shockingly, you went with eraser head

yes, he offered you an internship because your quirk is fit for the underground life (his words) (you're also his favorite but we don't talk about that)

it was hell

and let's leave it like that

BRO CAMP WAS A NIGHTMARE FOR YOU

PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY

it was fine at first then the next minute you hear katsuki is the target

of a kidnap by the league of villains...

and holy shit you snapped

every time a villain was in front of you, you wouldn't even hesitate and just immediately attack them

and while doing that, you used your quirk to spread multiple copies of your hands with either ears or eyes on the palm to gather information quickly

this took a lot out of you

but what especially took you out was when it finally happened...

a laser beam shot out of the bush, hitting the man with the mask on the face and because of that, he spit out the two marbles where both katsuki and tokoyami is held captive.

you, shoji, todoroki, and midoriya reactively ran towards the two marbles (well, midoriya couldn't because he broke his legs again :D). shoji was able to grab tokoyami's marble, however, you and todoroki weren't able to get katsuki's.

the villain named 'dabi' was the one who got it instead.

he grinned ear to ear as a portal appeared behind him and the masked man, "confirm it now, release them." he told the masked man as he scoffs and says something about his show being ruined.

with a snap of his fingers, both marbles starts to glow and there came out both tokoyami and katsuki.

there he is. right in front of you. katsuki stood next to dabi, who's hand is wrapped around his neck, "no problem then." you, meanwhile, didn't listen to a word he's saying and just focused on getting katsuki back.

using what's left of your energy, you took off towards the portal with your hand outstretched with copies of your arm forming out of your palm as well. "katsuki—!" you screamed out, desperate but he didn't reach out.

"don't come, y/n!"

and with that he's gone.

and so is your sanity.

you stood in front of where the portal was, not moving or breathing. your eyes as wide as they can be, your fingers twitching here and there, your mouth open but nothing comes out.

suddenly a bunch of arms arise from the ground, holding onto you everywhere; your legs, your waist, your shoulders. everywhere. slowly you were pushed onto your knees and soon enough you laid on the ground.

and that's when you finally lost it.

a scream. an ear curling scream rings throughout the entire forest and it's coming from you. your body struggling against your own quirk, that is holding you captive. they knew that you'd react like this. however, you wouldn't let it hold you down any further. you kept thrashing about as if you've gone feral as you called for katsuki with that hoarse voice of yours.

your nearby classmates noticed and immediately went and restrained you. they even had to give you a sleeping drug to calm down.

when you woke up in the hospital, katsuki has already been rescued

he also heard about what had happened to you

and man did he worry, a lot

this sudden act made his friends a bit suspicious and shocked like "bakugo? worried? what?" or "when was he and you close?" and such

you and katsuki had a moment to yourselves, alone in the hospital room

when he first barged into the room, he started shouting at you in worry about your quirk acting up again

but you knew that this is all an act (well, kind of) to get you to not find out about his mental health

but you knew

you always know

so to give both of you some relief

you pulled him into a kiss

just kidding, it was a hug

okay no, yes it was a kiss

the two of you made it official then, but at the same time wanted to keep it a bit slow

when your friends found out, they were shocked and betrayed

because the two of you kept it a secret that you two knew each other since forever!

then the two of you started dating also

well, actually, you and katsuki were supposed to keep your relationship a secret until you're both ready, but then they found out because of katsuki blowing a fuse

ever since the dorms happened, you suddenly became the ultimate maid and worked on every thing; cooking meals, laundry, cleaning, and more!

you weren't bothered by it but katsuki was

one time when the class gathered in the common room for game night, everyone was asking orders from you; "y/n, could you get all of us drinks?", "y/n, get us blankets also!", etc.

katsuki had enough of his dumbass classmates and decided that enough is enough

you were busy getting every thing ready for game night while katsuki watches you from the couch. he would go and help you, actually, he did try to help you, but you locked him in place with your quirk before he could stand up.

"let me fucking help you, you shitty woman." katsuki grumbles out as you just chuckled at him then shook your head. "of course not! i won't let my master attend to matters such as this. besides, i'm okay with being the class' maid. it won't change our relationship, after all." then you narrowed your eye, "unless there's something you're not telling me." you barely whispered out.

"stop talking in a shitty way! just talk how you normally do, we're alone. you don't have to act all fucking poise or some shit." he pouts which makes you swoon.

"katsuki~sama!"

after you finished tidying up for game night, everyone slowly started to gather in the common room.

you and katsuki sat next to each other on the couch while the rest of your friend gathered around the two of you. they also started teasing the two of you ever since the camp incident for 'being secretly crushing on each other.'

how did they get to that point?

your reaction to when katsuki got kidnapped and his reaction to hearing that you were hospitaliized.

suddenly your classmates started asking you for things or to do things. of course, you obliged after all it's in your nature to accept. however, katsuki is shaking in anger as you just easily accepted to do your classmates biding.

even your friends have noticed how much they've taken advantage of you and stopped asking favors from you and instead help you from time to time.

but katsuki had enough.

he stood up and took a hold of your wrist from doing more errands, "enough already, you fucking bastards." he exclaimed with a glare on his face. you turned to him in confusion and worry, "katsuki?"

he pointed to you, "stop ordering around y/n already! stop acting like y/n is a fucking maid or some shit, they're here to become a hero! get your shit together, and do it yourself!" he roared out, "if i hear anyone telling y/n what to do, then be damned and i'll fucking kill you myself!"

you couldn't hold it in anymore.

you jumped onto katsuki and plastered him in kisses. "oh katsuki!~ i love you!" then you placed your hand on your hips, "but don't kill them." you turned to your classmates who watched the scene in shock, "for every errand they asked me, it will add to their debt they' have to pay to me." you announced with a wide devilish grin on your face.

yea, your the one who let out the secret but either way your classmates now know that you two are together and not to be messed with

the end

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[twistthenoches]

Yandere!Leona x reader

• The first time you both met was kind of... Hectic.

• You were doing some tasks that were given to you. One of them happened to be in the botanical garden, where you accidentally stepped on someone's tail. This tail belonged to Leona Kingscholar, the dormleader of Savanaclaw. You apologised, saying that you didn't see him, but then he started to scold you. Saying how you should look at where you're walking. You yourself couldn't believe what was happening. Of course you had to defend yourself, so you simply said: "You know... For a guy that is supposed to be royalty, you don't know anything about manners or how to behave in public. A bed is a place where you should be napping at. Not places where you'll be in others way." He of course didn't appreciate your words and was about to attack you until a teacher stopped you both.

• You both were being scolded by the teacher, how embarrassing this may be for you both, you had to apologise to each other. With much trouble, you both apologised and were planning to not see each other EVER again. Well... fate had other plans for you.

• The following times you bumped into each other you both always glared at each other. Making remarks about each other. Whenever you both had to be somewhere together for some tasks that were given to you. Like cleaning the library bookcases, or watering the plants in the botanical garden. HE would always take a nap while you worked and say things to him like: "Aren't you going to help? It's a task also given to you!" He would either ignore you or just make remarks/directions on what you should do.

• You absolutely couldn't stand him at first. Though, somehow his company whenever you're doing these things made you feel comforted. Of course you didn't like it when he was smart talking, but at least you're not alone and had someone to 'talk' to. Well... You're just calmly responding to his sometimes insulting words. How you managed to stay calm? Even you didn't know

• Leona, found you amusing. How you would do your tasks and just complain, but nothing more than that. On some occasions when he's really tired he would just leave and nap elsewhere, but there was some part of him saying that he should stay and just observe.

• After you both spent more time together. You doing the tasks, he just laying down. You both went quiet. You had nothing to say to each other. You focussed on your task which was... Quite difficult to do alone. You don't think of yourself as someone weak, but a task where you have to get a few items, which were on the heavy side, into certain rooms was a bit too much for you to handle.

• You gave up on asking Leona to help since, whenever you do ask. He just either leaves or ignores you. You tried to move the things, but it went very slowly. As you tried to speed up the progress you accidentally drop the heavy item on your foot. You cursed out in pain, where Leona for some reason reacted on by walking up to you and helping you out. He brought you to the infirmary and finished the job by himself.

• You found this weird. He NEVER helped you, but did this time? You thought, maybe this guy takes things seriously the moment someone gets hurt... But I am surprised that he didn't call me stupid or clumsy.

• The next few times together he has been helping you which was a pleasant surprise, but confused you. The moment you have to do something that looks difficult he would stop doing his work and do the task for you. Then go back to his work.

• You didn't know how to feel about this. To be honest you liked him more now that he's actually helping. Of course he'll sometimes do the job lazily or he would just take a nap right afterwards, but he still finishes it.

• Leona didn't know what happened to him. Normally he's able to ignore anyone. It didn't matter if they're a bit hurt or are scolding them to go to the class. So why is he concerned whenever it was about you? He isn't dumb of course, he knew that he had fallen in love with you since you're up until now the only one that withstood his constant insulting in a way.  

• He had to test out how he felt, he thought... But that thought was thrown away the moment he saw you with the person he absolutely hated. Malleus. You were smiling at your best friend and Leona felt more and more jealous. He waited... He waited until Malleus was gone and he had a chance to talk to you. When Malleus disappeared into tin air, leaving fireflies in your presence, leaving fireflies in your presence. He revealed himself and asked you, soon after Malleus left, if you would hang out with him and he made it clear that he won't be napping, since he know that you would expect that from him.

• You found this weird, but accepted his offer. Curious about what he would do when you do hang out. Out of free will this time.

• The following times that you hung out went very smoothly. In fact, you both opened up for each other. Eventually you were crushing on him and he confirmed his feelings about you.

• He decided that he should make you his. How he did this was not very romantic, but you didn't really expect him to be the very romantic type anyways. You both were doing tasks in the classroom. That's when he blurted something out.

• "Huh?... Could you repeat that again?" You asked, not believing that what you've heard just now was true.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. "... Listen now, I won't be repeating myself again after this... Can I be your boyfriend?" He asked.

• You needed a moment to process this, but he wasn't this patient.

"Nevermind... This was stupid to begin with..."

He said, he felt scared somehow. Scared of rejection. Scared of feeling that you would say no and that you liked someone who was 'superior' than him. Scared that you would start looking at him like all the people back home did whenever they were comparing his brother and him. He at least wants to be friends if you didn't have an answer, but he wouldn't know what to do if you rejected him. Why wouldn't you reject him? When you both met each other you were already at each others necks... He at least was happy that there wasn't bad blood between you both anymore.

Your following words did surprise him.

• "Sure, why not... I did start crushing on you after all." You said.

This simple sentence alone was enough to have him ecstatic. He never really showed it and rather played it cool, but he was relieved.

• The following months went great, you both loved spending time with each other.

• Whenever you both would cuddle each other you would sometimes just enjoy each others presence. Whenever he felt talkative, he would talk about his day or softy whisper compliments in your ear.

• He opened up a lot to you and to you only. You knew more about him. More than almost everyone you knew. Of course... The only person that knew him better than you was he himself.

• He knew that he was starting to get possessive of you. He knew how he truly felt whenever you would hang out and laugh with others. He knew how he felt. He knew his thoughts and he knew that if he actively went to act upon his thoughts and feelings that you would probably leave him. He would love to have you locked up and him being the only one to be able to see you, but wasn't able to do this.

• He had to work secretively. Whenever you hang out with people he would glare at them. Especially if they're getting too close to you. He likes to have some distance between you and other people. To do this, he would intimidate others. Glaring them down as if they would be his next dinner if they were, in his opinion, too friendly with you.

• He would often nap at places where you like to hang out. Sometimes hiding too smartly to make his presence unknown, while he's just listening in.

• When he's napping and you're not around, he would often send Ruggie to check up on you and would do this in a way to make it seem like Ruggie went to you out of his own free will. If he's planning on moving and checking up on you himself, he would hide near you. he knows that you would suspect him to be somewhere else, just lazily napping.

• If you did notice him, he would say that some kids were disturbing him and that he's finding another spot to rest. If he's feeling extra possessive, he would drag you with him. Since you're his cuddle buddy too.

• When you both are resting and he's smelling someone else on you his face would sometimes scrunch up. He would either ask (demand) you to wear his clothes just to get rid of the smell. Or he would make very bruised up hickeys on your neck or collarbone. These hickeys would sometimes be hard to cover up.

"Tch... You smell weird. I won't be able to sleep with that stench around.  Did you hang out with __ again?... Time to remind you that you're mine and mine alone."