#and my teacher was bashing about how pretty she is

[ellearts]

Going to photograph a model tmrw😋😎

[norikuna]

♩ (mdni) abstract — semi-public sex, in a library, fwb, canon!gojo x afab!reader

fwb!gojo satoru who's the cockiest man that you've ever seen. sure he's the strongest sorcerer of the modern day and age. and he's a good teacher to his students. but he doesn't give a fuck about deadlines, or being a decent coworker, or being polite and quiet in the staffroom — and it's enough to send you up the wall.

he also doesn't give a fuck about being quiet when he's drilling his solid inches into you. gojo clearly doesn't care for noise when he's got bruising fingertips pressed into your hips. when he's got your staff uniform pulled to the side so the fat tip of his cock can slap thick wisps of pre against your clit.

"ya' can feel that right, sweets," gojo's chuckling, teasing and so full of himself as he sees you sink your teeth into your lower lip, trying to keep your whines quiet, huffing and snapping at the shell of his ear.

"y'know we hafta' be quiet, right, mmph — satoru!" you don't get to finish admonishing him because he swallows your concerns in a messy kiss, all clashing teeth and tongue as he slowly pushes his fat tip past your glossy, winking entrance.

and what a sight, to know that this is how you can undo the most powerful man to walk the earth, to see his pale-pink lips drop open as his blue eyes glaze over. to know that he's losing himself in the tight heat of your pretty cunt, and he's not even halfway in yet.

"s-sorry, what was that, sweets?" he's gasping into the crook of your neck, a large hand on your thigh, manoeuvring your leg wider so he can slot his frame in between your legs, "didn't quite catch t-that, woah. it's like she's got magical powers or something." all sleazy grins and bashful smirks as he pats at the mound of your groin, right where his own hips are now tacked to yours, glistening.

"charming, satoru," you breathe out, trying not to let on that you're just as affected as he is, "b-but the students, they're gonna — hnngh," your words are cut off as he bottoms out with a slick pop! but you're never one to give up, digging your nails into the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. you thread your fingers into the soft hairs of his undercut, letting satoru practically purr above you, "they could walk in any minute, don'tcha think?"

it's clear that it's not a pressing concern to gojo right now, because he just suddenly leans back, rolling his hips slowly into yours so each angry and thick vein must be swabbing your insides, "ya' think too much, sweets. there's, hah, none on campus right n-now," and he bestows a shiny, spit-slick kiss upon your waiting lips again, "it's just you and me, ohhh — and her 'course."

you respond with a strong clench of your gummy walls around his cock, and the hand that wasn't holding your thigh up ends up slamming down hard on the oaken desk, sending books and stray papers to the floor as he huffs, "w-whoops, yer' just takin' me in sooo good, fuck, i really needed this sweets, ya' got no idea. stupid higher ups got me run dry. and you looked s-so damn good in that meeting, couldn't focus," and he's babbling now, "couldn't focus and knew i had to sneak ya' back out here, get you on my cock."

you swipe a thumb over his candy lips, all mint and sugar, as you mewl in pleasure, having him batter your guts over and over so you're imprinted against his sculpted abdomen, "you gon' pull outta me if i make a stupid joke about me milking you dry?" and gojo snickers but it quickly turns into a breathy moan, "tch, ya' don't think that's w-what i want? always so good at doin' this. why don't ya' just let me take you out properly?"

[solaris-amethyst]

💫Classroom shenanigans💫

✨Pairing: Yunho x gn!reader ✨Prompt: The two of you are teachers who are bonding over their classes in the teachers room ✨Word Count: 0.9k ✨Genre: fluff, non idol au, slight humor (?), teachers au, secretly married au ☀️Authors Note: All I can say is that I remember the horse is a fruit debacle and had to bring it into this one shot! Question was that a thing all over the world or just in Sweden way back then??

"Do your kids decide that it would be a good idea to argue with you about the fact that horses does not exist and that they're fruits?" Yunho asks as he sit down with his coffee mug in the sofa looking absolutely exhausted.

"No they don't. Is this something I should be worried that my class will pick up and start arguing with me about?" You groan, not liking the idea of your class of thirty eleven year olds arguing passionately about this.

"Someone brought it up and when I told him that no, horses are in fact real and an animal he just said noooo they're not real and they're actually fruits. The whole class just agreed with him and when I showed them videos of horses they said they were animated?!" He vented before taking a big sip of his coffee.

"If it makes you feel better my students seriously thought that the moon was made out of cheese. One said she had seen it in a movie and the others nodded along. Guess which movie they were referencing." You said glancing at Yunho who shrugged, not knowing what movie they could have possibly thought of.

"Wallace and Gromit, A Grand Day Out!" You exclaimed causing your colleague to laugh almost getting coffee everywhere in the process.

"No way."

"Yes way!"

He laughs again shaking his head, he goes to take another sip of his coffee but can't due to the giggles escaping him as he clearly thinks about what you just told him.

"I love my kids but sometimes they exhaust me beyond reason." You admitted thinking back to all of the times they have done things to test your patience.

"Yeah I love my kids as well, they're kind and mean well and I have to say their passion truly is something else." Yunho said whilst patting the seat next to him, wanting you to sit next to him.

You gladly moved over to him. He wrapped one of his arms around your shoulder casually, his hand gently caressing your shoulder, tracing small patterns.

"Do you think they've figured it out yet?" You asked curiously glancing towards Yunho

"That we're actually married? No. Absolutely not. I got questioned today actually why I hadn't taken you on a date yet." He confessed, the tips of his ears turning slightly red.

"Wait, really??" You turned towards him in shock "They're really asking you that?"

"Yeah, your kids don't?" He looked at you with a smile causing you to melt a little bit.

"I mean they do tell me why we would be the perfect couple. Ever since I helped you when we went on that trip together with our classes they've been obsessed with telling me how we should get together and that there definitely is a spark between the two of us." You told him with a chuckle

"Well they're not wrong about the fact that there is a spark between us both." He said giving your cheek a light kiss causing your face to heat up, you quickly turn around and give his cheek a kiss as well smiling when Yunho get that bashful and shy smile on his face, his eyes avoiding eye contact as his cheeks grow rosy from the intimate display as if he hadn't been the one to initiate the first kiss.

"I cannot wait to see the stunned look on all of their faces once we tell them we're actually married." He says shyly causing you to take a hold of his hand which is still on your shoulder, squeezing it gently.

"I'm surprised none of them have noticed we wear similar wedding rings you know. Some of my kids have mentioned they think it's pretty and I think someone said it was similar to yours but none clocked that it was an actual wedding ring." The two of you sat in silent for a while, enjoying each other's presence. Today was a rather calm day and the two of you had been lucky enough to not have recess duty today meaning you could sit in the teachers room enjoying each other's company. Yunho had eventually put away his cup of coffee so he could bring both his arms around you capturing you in a relaxing hug.

"When do you have your last class today?" He murmurs quietly

"At 15:00, but I am staying until 16:30 to plan my next few lessons for the class. What about you?" You look up at him from your position in the hug.

"Yeah me too. Can't wait for the day to be over so I can take you out on a dinner date." He says giving your head a light kiss.

"Mhmmm I can't wait to see the place you have picked out for us to eat at. You always do such a good job at picking out restaurants." You murmur quietly closing your eyes as you lean back against Yunho.

"Take a nap. I'll wake you up a little bit before our classes start again love." Yunho says giving you another kiss on your lips before picking up a blanket on the sofa to wrap the both of you up in.

"Thank you Yunho. I love you." You whisper as sleep takes over you and the last thing you hear is Yunhos fond voice whispering a soft I love you too.

[andiv3r]

The absolute craziest and most strangely gender affirming shit happened to me at lunch today, therefore I must share with all of my Tumblr mutuals and the randos who see this. Read more if you want. T

he TL;DR is that some people at lunch were trying to figure out my gender, ⅘ of them recognized I was a guy but one of them was being stubborn and it ended up with lots of really affirming statements about my appearance being made in passing as they tried to explain to the 1 person who thought I was a girl why I did not look like a girl at all and she was wrong.

So, I draw at lunch. It's the only time during the day I get to draw without my teachers getting irritated. Today at lunch, I sat next to a group of 5 girls, none of whom I've met before, who were talking about... something. And then one of them turned over to see what I was drawing and whispered to a friend, "woah, look what he's drawing!"

Okay. Cool. First time in a while I've been correctly gendered without having to specifically request it. Then the girl she whispered to said quietly, "erm... wait, I think that's a girl." Oh, well shit. Guess they're all probably gonna start commenting on me and decide that I'm not a guy, right?

Wrong.

All four other girls just turned to her and went, "What... what? What do you mean? He doesn't even remotely look like a girl!" Just totally bashing her statement, it was awesome.

Then she said, "But... it (yes, she referred to me as "it" the whole time, but I'm good with it/its so that was just sort of amusing) looks like it has... y'know." And gestured to her chest (at this point I'm not sure how the fuck they didn't realize I was listening in, or if they did they obviously didn't give a shit, because I looked straight at her). And the entire rest of the table was just like "Okay?? Hes chubby what about it?"

Finally, trying to settle it I guess, one of the girls turned to me and asked what my name was, and I said Andy (which is the name I use to introduce myself with most of the time, Andiver is a bit hard to explain), and she turned to the one who thought I was a girl and said, "See? Andy. He's a boy. Told you."

The girl snorted and said, "Uh, that can be a girl name. I still think it's a girl."

And finally, one girl turned to me and said, "Hey, you're not a girl, right?" And I frowned and, in the deepest voice I could muster (pretty deep, sounded really masc & im proud) said "No??" Like that was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard, and she whipped back around to her friend and said, "See, I told you! I mean just look at him, he's got sideburns and a mustache!" And I almost melted on the spot, because I didn't even realize that my facial hair was really noticeable but I'm so fucking happy it is. And then they all asked to see my drawing (an aziracrow sketch I'll show when I finish a lil more of it) and they liked it. And that was just. So silly. Loved that.

[tojiscumdumpster]

CHAPTER TWELVE - TOJI

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 Something fucking hits my chest hard when I watch Y/N from afar, waiting for me by the sit-down restaurant where we agreed to meet. 

 She’s just casually sitting there, scrolling through her phone with a soft smile on her face, and I could bet money that she’s watching animal videos. Something I learned about her. Fucking obsessed that woman is. 

 I’ve never had social media before meeting Y/N, but I solely made an account so she could send me those videos of owners washing their dogs or naked cats fighting each other. 

 But what I’m feeling right now is burning the living shit out of my body… in a good way.

 We’d video chat a couple of times throughout the week, and if our schedules align, meet up on the weekends. I know what Y/N looks like. Her face is engraved in my head. But right now while I’m looking at her, I can get over how fucking pretty she is.

 The fresh loose braids that fall to the tip of her ass. The natural glow she has when she sits under the sun, bringing out the brown of her complexion. The fucking floral-printed dress she’s wearing that she sent me a photo of this morning that had me ripping the skin off my cock, holding tight around her waist and flowing down a little past her knees. 

 Everything.

 Everything about Y/N is fucking perfect. 

 Perfection is a myth. A bullshit concept, but for her it’s not.

 Can’t think of a single flaw when it comes to that woman.

 She’s too good.

 For me.

 That’s what my mind will always tell me, and I’ll believe that shit, too.

 When she finds out the real me, she’ll leave. Probably forget we ever happened. Still, the time she’s giving me now, I’ll take it.

 Like on cue, feeling someone staring at her like a damn creep, she looks up at me and holds contact. That huge fucking smile that spreads across her pretty lips has me thinking when was the last time someone was that excited to see me?

 Fushiguro, what the fuck? Why would you care? 

 I don’t. At least, that’s what I’m trying to convince myself. 

 It’s just a nice feeling to have, alright?

 I start walking toward Y/N and she closes the distance by throwing herself at me. Her arms wrap around my neck, and I fold one of my own around Y/N’s waist to squeeze her tight against my body. 

 So damn sweet she smells. Always like vanilla and warm berries. And soft, comforting, even. It feels almost too domestic to kiss her neck repeatedly, but I do it anyways because it’s fucking addicting. 

 “Hi, big guy.”

 “You okay?” She nods, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “You look beautiful, sweets.”

 She pulls apart from my embrace, but keeps her arms around my neck and looks at me, bashful as shit. “Thank you.”

 I pull Y/N back to me and kiss her. It’s like she was waiting for that because the minute my lips are on hers, she relaxes. 

 The taste of her mango flavored gloss lingers on me.

 No tongue. No lip biting. Just a kiss that felt warmer than our other ones.

 She grabs my face to peck my lips back to back until she feels content, and honestly, I didn’t want her to stop.

 Not when she tastes that fucking good.

 PDA isn’t my thing. I actually hate it. Y/N just makes it hard for me.

 Managing to keep my hands to myself when I see her is like expecting pigs to fly, knowing that shit wouldn’t happen. 

 “I know you feel my dick pressing against you,” I rasped. Because the more she keeps kissing me like that, the more tempted I am to fuck her.

 “Maybe I enjoy taunting you? Never crossed your mind that I’m a sadist?” She asks, teasingly.

 “You? A high school teacher?”

 “Being a high school teacher is my seven to three activities, Mr. Fushiguro. After hours is a different story.”  The sexy smile and wink she flashes me has my cock throbbing even harder than before. A fucking minx Y/N is. 

 The day I do fuck her, I’ll make her regret teasing me like this, but a slap on her ass to help that cute yelp will do. 

 After we sat down, the server came over with water and took our orders.  Our conversation was comfortable while waiting for our meals. I split my attention between listening to Y/N and being lost in my thoughts. 

 Hanging out with her feels good. Always does, but it feels so fucking foreign yet familiar. 

 I don’t do this. 

 I don’t invite women out to lunch or other dates. Don’t sit on the phone with them for hours or video chat in silence just to feel their presence while they’re grading high school papers. 

 I don’t have the urge to kiss them every damn second of the day. And I definitely don’t stare at them with a goofy smile on my face, either. 

 But I do with Y/N. Everything about her, us being around each other, feels too fucking intimate. 

 Like how she giggles while swiping the crumbs off the corner of my mouth or me calling her adorable whenever she shies away from my compliments. 

 Her playing with my hair while talking to me. It’s too fast. We’re too fast. 

 Maybe I should step back a little. Can’t grow attached because I know all this is temporary. 

 Everything good is. 

 You unlovable child. 

 Yeah, I know. The Zen’in made sure to remind me every fucking day. 

 “Toji?” Y/N calls for me, sounding like it was her third time trying to get my attention. “You okay, big guy? You zoned out on me for a second.”

 I shake from my musings and clear my throat. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.”

 “Then you should’ve stayed home and got some rest.” Her voice is soft when speaking to me. She doesn’t seem bothered from my horrible excuse to why I’m tired (I’m not). 

 Just pure concern. 

 “Nah, I’ll be fine. Wanted to see you, plus I think the kid would appreciate having me out the house.”

 “How is everything going with Megumi? Still rocky?”

 I chuckle. “Like walking on fucking eggshells.”

 Y/N rests her chin on her hand and gives a reassuring smile, still playing with my hair. “He’ll come through, Toji.”

 “Why are you so positive about it? Me and Megumi’s relationship?” 

 “Hm, because he’s a good kid and I know you’re trying to be active in his life,” she answers. “Yeah, he got suspended from school because he was fighting. And honestly, I shouldn’t be saying this as a teacher, but the reason for the fight was… valid? Or should I say understandable?”

 I raise my brows with a teasing smirk. “Miss L /N? Advocating for teens fighting?”

 “No, silly.” She returns the banter, rolling her eyes at me. “I’m just saying I see your protective nature passed down to him.”

 I quip a brow, confused. “Yeah?”

 “Mhm, one of his classmates was being picked on by the seniors and Megumi defended him. Well, I suppose calling them friends wouldn’t be far-fetched.” The shocked look on my face has Y/N just as confused. “What?”

 “He left out the part where he defended his friend.”

 “Really? What did he tell you?” 

 I throw my head back and laugh, running my hand through my hair. “That they were making fun of his English. You know he’s trying his damn hardest to convince me he doesn’t have friends?”

 Oh, I’m definitely going to hound the kid now with this new piece of information. To make it even better, Y/N tells he has three friends he sticks with throughout school. 

 Why does this shock me? Because my fifteen-year-old boy is finally making friends. A little sign to show that he won’t be a fuck up like me. 

 Didn’t have any myself when I was in school. Those Zen’in fucks were proud to make me their punching bag. It even spread around the school I went to, so no one wanted to be around me.

 Like I gave a fuck. I eventually dropped out anyway. 

 But Megumi? It’s my job as his parent to make sure he doesn’t experience the same shit I went through. He wasn’t always an introverted or shy kid. 

 When it was me, him, and his mother, he was always animated. Gave me a hard time, but always made sure to show affection to his old man. 

 Papa, carry me on your back!

 Love you, too, Papa.

 Papa… Ha, can’t remember the last time I heard him call me that. 

 Nostalgia weighs heavily on me. 

 Guess I should be grateful he still calls me Dad, at least. 

 The weight of Y/N’s stare reminds me I’m not alone. Big brown, glossy doe eyes casting the softest while looking at me. She must’ve noticed the strained expression on my face. 

 My response would be I don’t need pity, but that’s not the face she’s giving me. 

 I grabbed her chin and leaned forward to kiss her lips, groaning upon contact because she’s has the softest and sweetest mouth I ever fucking tasted. 

 A pleasurable sigh escapes her nose while our mouths become acquainted with each other, but I pull back before it deepens. 

 An old fucking pervert like me getting hard at a deli restaurant ‘cuz he’s kissing an outrageously hot woman? Yeah, calm down, big guy. 

 “I’m fine, sweets,” I reassure, answering her unspoken question before we kissed. “Just nice knowing he’s making friends.”

 “I know.” Y/N rubs the right side of my mouth where my scar sits, something she does a lot to comfort me. But never once has she asked me how it got there.

 Maybe she’s just waiting for me to open up. 

 Maybe one day I will. 

 Her phone timer goes off and she groans. “That hour went by way too fast.”

 “Too late to call in sick?” I teased.

 “Yeah, I think I’m about five hours too late.”

 We enjoy some more conversation while we wait for the server to come back with the bill. 

 But the second I was about to say some perverted joke to Y/N, some fucker interrupts us. 

 “Y/N?”

 She looks up to see who’s calling her and the smile that was on her face drops like she drank sour milk. 

 “Ken? I mean, Principal Nanami. What are you doing here?”

 Principal Nanami? You mean the jackass who submitted her name to that summit crap? Her fucking ex? My posture immediately becomes rigid and I let out a deep breath. 

 I don’t know this fucker from a can of paint, but I know enough from Y/N what told me, and let’s just say I’m not a fan. 

 She never badmouthed him. Y/N isn’t that type of woman. She loves hard because even with the heartbreak he caused her, she still finds a way to stay positive.

 Not me, though. Last thing I want to hear from her is how some motherfucker broke her heart because he didn’t give her the time that she deserved. 

 And if you think I’m supposed to give a damn that he’s the principal at my kid’s school, I don’t. 

 My fist is itching to connect to his face, especially when I see the motherfucker checking her out with the eyes only another perverted ass man like me would know. 

 Y/N notices the change in my demeanor, so she begins talking to relieve the tension and silence in the air the moment her ex felt comfortable coming up to us.

 Us…

 “Uhm, are you grabbing lunch?” She asks, nervously. 

 Not nervous like she’s been caught doing something she isn’t supposed to do. But nervous because she knows her ex is on my shit list. 

 One thing I can say about him is that he has balls. He feels my glare piercing his skull, but instead of avoiding it, we have a stare down. 

 “Yes,” he answers, still looking at me. “Appears that you’re leaving? You were on your free hour?”

 “Yeah. About to head back now.” She stands up and runs her hands down her dress to smooth out any wrinkles. And it only gave her ex a better look at her appearance. 

 That’s when the stare down ended. 

 “You look lovely. I’ve always admired that color on you,” he admits, like I’m not fucking here. 

 This motherfucker is really testing my patience.

 Before she responded, I stood up and interrupted. “Everything’s okay?”

 “Why wouldn’t it be?” He asks.

 I shrug, fisting my hands in my pockets.  “Don’t know much about manners, but it makes sense to speak to everyone in a setting you entered.”

 Like I give a fuck about manners. But he has another fucking thing come if he thinks he’ll talk to Y/N without addressing me. 

 “Oh,” he chuckles. “My apologies. Nanami Kento.” And offers a handshake, which I ignored.

 “Fushiguro.”

 “Hm.” His attention returns to Y/N. “Y/N, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the teacher’s summit. If you could stop by my office after you’re done with your classes for the day.”

 “Alright,” she deadpans. 

 “Well, I don’t want to take up any more of your time. Enjoy the rest of your hour.” Is all he says before walking inside of the restaurant. 

 Annoyance still rolls off my skin even after the fucker, but Y/N laces her fingers with mine, and surprisingly enough, I calm down.

 “That was awkward, wasn’t it?” I know her question was rhetorical. A way to lighten the mood, however, I answered it anyway.

 “No. I wanted to punch him.”

 She lets out a short giggle and shifts her weight onto one leg. “You can’t punch my boss, Toji.”

 “Boss? No. Ex? Yes.”

 “Whatever. Come on before I’m late.” Y/N began pulling me toward the street before the waiter came back, so I left enough cash to cover for food and tip.

 We walk in a comfortable silence to her car, and it’s something I appreciate. 

 I’ll never get tired of listening to Y/N’s voice. It’s calming. But just having her next to me is enough. Hand holding and all. 

 Didn’t take us long to get to her car and it made me fucking wish she parked farther. 

 “Thank you for lunch. That spot is good,” she says, breaking the silence. Y/N takes out her keys to unlock her door and I open it for her. Before she gets in, she turns to look at me. “Sorry… You know… about earlier.”

 “Why are you saying sorry?”

 “I don’t know. He was-”

 “Any fucker would act like that if they saw their ex that they clearly miss out with another guy,” I interrupted. “Me? Probably would’ve sat down and crashed your date.”

 She shakes her head, smiling. “Remind me to never break up with you.” And immediately she realizes what slipped past her mouth, trying to clean it up. “Uh, I don’t mean break up. I mean, uhm… whatever is going on between us… you and me.”

 Us.

 You and me. 

 “Yeah, whatever is going on between us,” I mock softly with a small smile on my face. “Text me when you made it safe.”

 For a quick second, something changed. Y/N looks down and tucks a braid behind her ear, fumbling with her keys. Maybe she’s overthinking the breaking up comment. 

 Yeah, it threw me off, but I can’t blame her for thinking we’re together seeing how fast we’re moving.

 Sometimes I forget my damn self. 

 She needs reassurance, and of course my words are stuck in my fucking head. So I do the next thing I think would help. 

 I tipped her chin upwards and kissed her. Usually I kiss Y/N hard. Libido driven. Aggressively with the intent to make her know how badly I want to fuck her. But right now, I kiss her softly. With tenderness and longing. 

 Kissing Y/N will always give me that burn I crave whenever I need to clear my mind. 

 I sound sappy as shit, I know.

 Only for her. 

 “Text me when you made it safe. Alright?” I repeated.

 “Alright,” she answers softly with a tiny smile. 

 I give her a quick kiss on the temple and tap her ass. She shoots me a playful glare that makes me chuckle.  

 Been doing a lot of that ever since I met Y/N. 

 The only fear in my soul is to lose Megumi because he’s all I have left. But these feelings that’s been brewing in my gut about Y/N these past six weeks are scaring the living shit out of me. 

 I was convinced I couldn’t feel this way anymore, that all my ounce of decency and love I had was buried with my wife. Yet here I am, liking another woman. Probably fucking more than that. 

 And I can’t keep saying I don’t know Y/N.

 Because I do know her.

 Just don’t know from where.

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things are finally starting to pick up. i hope you guys are still with me. thank you for reading. i would love to hear your thoughts. (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ♡

[epickiya722]

Hello, previous anon here. I would like to thank you for replying to me.

Now, the reason I thought it was weird to view the Izuku/Ochako scene as platonic was because, for as far as I remember, they never really had a fallout or anything of the sort. Of all the people in Class 1-A, Ochako was always Izuku's "friendliest friendship" as they never had any sort of prior conflict, so I'm not sure how exactly you could go further from here.

Like, rereading of the chapters, I feel like people underrate Ochako a lot as a love interest. She was effectively the first person in his life to actually stand up for him, doing so entirely out of selflessness. With that in mind, is it really strange that she is considered Izuku's most special person? Or that he would be attracted to her (yes, he does think she looks cute in a school uniform)? Hori changed the dynamics a bit by making her attracted to him instead, but it's not a development that came from nowhere. It was always gradually built upon.

Meanwhile, Bakugou is pretty overrated as a friend, coming off as really nasty early on. And still is even after his character development, with a lot of unprovoked violence (it's wildly uncomfortable to be reminded that Katsuki almost gave Izuku a crianial hemorrhagy at one point, and have that depicted as funny). The contrast between those "friendships" is just really notable when you take in account all the moments, not only the major ones.

It's also why I think the Bakuangst stories that makes Izuku come off as thankless for the suit are very tasteless, especially because he wasn't the only person who funded it anyway. If anything, he did slightly more than the bare minimum, and he's lucky that he has a normal relationship with Izuku now while retaining his usual aggressive tone after all the years of bullying (not trying to bash Katsuki here. I understand that he is an anti-hero and needs flaws). I think Katsuki, like Izuku, is also heavily misunderstood, although mostly to paint him as a better person than he actually is. Frankly, he is better off with the likes of Eijiro, Shoto or even (God forbid) Monoma, since those are the people who can stand up to his Bakugoisms.

Continuation of this ask here!

I still don't see how is it weird to view Ochako and Izuku as platonic... when they are platonic in the canon material. Do they have to have a fallout to then become friends again?

They couldn't just be friends and want to hang out more in later years because they haven't since their high school years (possibly)? Wouldn't that make it even better for them to hang out more because before they didn't have bad blood?

Heck, wouldn't that would make a romance between them great because they were friends first? Who wouldn't want their friend to also be their romantic partner? That means that if I trust you enough to be my friend, I trust you enough to be my romantic half.

Like, who wouldn't want that for Ochako and Izuku?Again, I never said they couldn't be romantic.

You just proved what I said even bringing it up how "Ochako's attraction was built up" because during that time they were friends.

But let's not forget that when it was pointed out that she has a crush, it was pointed out by someone who was obsessed with love (Mina). That's the same person who got giddy seeing her homeroom teacher and Ms. Joke together when there was no romantic build up at all between the two. Same person who teased Midnight and All Might and had to be shut down by the former who points out she isn't into older men.

So honestly, I think it's unfair that people want to keep bringing up about how Ochako's feelings when at a lot of the time how she feels is stated by other people. I feel like that was something she could discover on her own and be sure about it.

With that in mind, you bring up Izuku's (possible) attraction to her. Throughout the story, they do have their cute moments but he also didn't have anyone in his ear telling him how he should feel about Ochako. Again, unfair to Ochako because while her feelings are often pointed out, Izuku's aren't.

On a romantic level, it does come off as one-sided or at the most 30/70. On a platonic level, it does not.

But who is denying that they can't put in a romantic 50/50 romantic bond in the future and make those decisions ON THEIR OWN?

And I wouldn't say that Ochako is "underrated" as a love interest. There is plenty of ship content both in and out of the canon material.

It's just that with Ochako, I doubt Horikoshi was trying to make her just the love interest. With her character, despite that crush, he was also trying to be make her stand out as her own and not as "Izuku's girl" because she isn't. She is Ochako Uraraka aka Uravity, someone who wanted to become a hero to help her parents financially but also because she wanted to help people and put smiles on their faces.

I don't think Ochako should only be seen as Izuku's love interest. He's a part of her story, not the reason for it. And much of it doesn't even revolve around him. After all, let's not forget she does put her feelings aside for him, at some point.

All of her traits are admirable and Izuku respects her for that.

That's why them being friends is also great for them being in a romantic relationship, if you wish to see it as such.

I don't think it's strange that Ochako is a special person to Izuku. But I do think it's strange that Katsuki can't also be seen as a special person to Izuku.

They're not competing for his attention or anything. While it's true Izuku and Katsuki had a falling out, it's not like they weren't friends at some point and haven't been each other's lives since they were children.

They were childhood friends. And let's not act as if even when their relationship wasn't rekindled, Izuku didn't show any care towards Katsuki because he has multiple times.

Katsuki isn't "overrated" as a friend for no reason.

Yes, Katsuki has his flaws and no, he isn't the best person. But he did become a better person and yeah, I do think that is something to admire especially when he did recognize his flaws, he was just a teenager compared to the many adults in the same story who later realize their own flaws. (I do believe you can recognize your flaws at any given time in your life.) He caught how he was just in time to change his life around. I'd rather for that than for him to not ever recognize how wrong he was.

Katsuki would probably agree with you that is lucky he still has any kind of relationship with Izuku. But I also don't think that he can't have any relationship with Izuku when it's Izuku who has that choice.

He's not being captive to be Katsuki's anything or vice versa. He's always been able to make his own choices. They all are.

And you bring those other characters being able to stand up to Katsuki and his behavior, but so does Izuku as the story progresses. In fact, him standing up to Katsuki is in the earlier parts of the story.

Honestly, at this point, I feel like some of the fandom feels as if Izuku isn't free to do anything. It's like there's always this constant need to point out he's a victim, and he is, but also in the same breath some people like to downplay that he is able to stand on his own two feet. That is he is his own person. It's like he has to be this and he had to be that.

Just like Katsuki (as you pointed out) and Ochako, I do feel like Izuku is heavily misunderstood. In fact, probably the most misunderstood character in the story.

I'm sorry, but you saying it is weird for Ochako and Izuku to be viewed as platonic gives me the same energy as when people think it's some strange phenomenon that a woman and a man or a girl and a boy are just friends and don't want to be romantically involved. It also gives me the same energy as people thinking that a pair could only be viewed as platonic or romantic, it can't be both.

Characters they are, but I am a real person. I am a real person with my own opinions based on feelings and how I feel about 431, Ochako, Katsuki and Izuku is not going to changed unless I chose to change those feelings and I don't want to argue about it.

I'm going on a limb here and saying you feel like I was wrong about seeing IzuOcha as platonic. It's why you called it "weird". You ignored that I used the term "also", meaning there's room to see them as romantic if you want to.

I'm not trying to dictate how people should view these characters, I don't want to. But I don't think anyone should turn around and try to do so to me.

[acecase0]

No cuz do you ever just realize how powerful lucy is?

She was able to conjure ALL of her celestial spirits, 3 or 4 of them being fricking ZODIACS, all at once and being powerful enough to be recognized by the celestial spirit king? And all in the first season? Where she hasn’t even had her star dresses and other abilities she has learned?

Not to mention this theory about her being a descendent of the goddess Anna, the best Celestial Spirit user.

And im rewatching it rn, and ive already encountered a moment where if she didnt interfere, natsu would have died. The arc with phantom lord where natsu is battling gajeel? Gajeel had eaten iron but there was no fire for natsu to eat, and so Lucy gave him that fire by using Sagittarius. Without that fire, natsu definitely wouldnt have finished that fight.

People are always saying ‘oh well that may be so, but if she hadn’t joined the guild-‘ Phantom lord would have most definitely attacked them for another reason. They wanted to remain the best guild in Fiore. Fairytail challenged that, so it was just a matter of time before they fought.

“Well, she always gets in their way-“ Yeah, considering the fact that she grew up in a household where her fathers only concern was the family line, she wouldn’t exactly have time to practice her magic. The only spirit she really had was Aquarius, and we can infer that she only brought her out on very few occasions. And she also wouldn’t have been able to build up any target practice or any muscle building, since Jude would say, in the stupid old fashioned way, ‘women don’t need muscles. All you need to do is make yourself look presentable to find a husband.’ He definitely wouldn’t have wanted her practicing her magic.

Meanwhile, all the others grew up in an environment where they could practice their magic freely with other wizards. They had teachers and activities that enhanced their magic and physical builds, she didn’t. So of course she wouldn’t be able to be on their level so soon.

Also, the amount of magic it takes to summon a silver spirit is a lot, but even MORE so for a Zodiac. Mashima explained that it pretty much is on a scale from 1-100. Plu being the easiest to summon at one, and her highest silver key being Lyra at 18. Her golden keys on the other hand, has Aquarius at 100 and the lowest being Cancer at 52. Others talk about the spirits only being able to use as much magical power as Lucy uses to summon them, but i doubt that theory/statement.

And its also amazing even then because she can keep those gates open for a tremendous amount of time, and multiple on some occasions. I don’t know if this part is true, but i believe that the mage has to have at-least some level of concentration on the gate for it to keep open, so if that’s correct, then it makes it even more astounding that she is able to focus on the bond at all times while fighting. And i only say this because her spirits go back to the spirit realm when she is knocked out.

Also during the E.N.D arc, (haven’t gotten there yet, seen bits and pieces) she literally REWRITES the E.N.D book that Zeref HIMSELF wrote. She literally rewrote his fate. And yes, i know that Gray was there to help her out, but at the same time, most people would have still not have been able to handle the mental and physical strain that causes.

And im just guessing on this part, but didnt she learn an entirely new part of her magic by someone in blue pegasus and learned how to preform the spell in like a week? Month? Some other very short time span?

Anyways i just love lucy and i would litterally rather show everyone my ao3 library before letting her get hurt/bashed. Lmao

[skylarmoon71]

Matt Murdock (Daredevil) - Chapter 12

Longer Post: 2K+ Words (With a little bit of spicy). You have been warned XD. Enjoy!

“Matt, I got a 93 on my final!” 

You were dancing the second you stepped into his dorm and he lifted his head from the seat on his bed. Foggy looked like he was getting ready to head out. 

“What a shock, the nerd got an A. I'm stunned.” Foggy says sarcastically. 

“I think it’s great. Good job (Y/N).” 

“Thank you Matt, it’s nice to be appreciated. I get that not all of us can be geniuses.” You elbowed Foggy and he just laughed pushing at your forehead. The force caused you to fall back onto his bed. 

“You punk!” 

He was already hightailing out of the room. When you finally got up, he’d already dashed out the door. 

“One of these days I’ll take him out with my muscular physique.” 

Matt is smiling from his spot. 

“I think you did that last time with the John Cena move. “ 

“Hah, you’re right. He was sore for days.” 

The memory is a nice one. You walk over to see what Matt’s doing. There’s a book in front of him and you stare as he runs his fingers along the pages. You’ve seen him study many times, but it’s always amazing to you. You know it’s a bit impolite to stare, but you can’t help it. 

“I can feel you staring.” 

You straighten in your spot, not moving a muscle. Matt just leans his head to one side. 

“Did you just freeze in place?” 

“If I don’t move, you can’t hear me.” 

He starts laughing and you join in when he closes the book, placing it on the desk next to his bed. 

“Come here.” 

He opens his arms and you trot over. Dropping right onto the bed, you hug him. Matt places a kiss on your cheek and you flush, smiling. No matter how many kisses you shared, you still became bashful being close to him like this. 

“Summer break is coming up, do you know what you’re going to do?” 

Matt nods. 

“There’s a job opening at the library for summer tutoring. I’m a pretty good teacher so I figured I’d put it to use. What about you?” 

“I’ll be in the Dean’s office. I’ll go home for a week when finals are done, but then I’ll come back. My dad misses treating me like a wounded kitten and my mom keeps cooking like I'm still at home.” 

“Sounds like they’ll be happy to see you.” 

“Mhmmm. I just need to make sure they don’t try to keep me there longer than I intended to like last time. My dad is pretty good at bribes.” 

“I bet.” 

You lay back against his chest, just enjoying the feel of him. 

“Wait, where did Foggy go?” You ask. 

“To see his girlfriend, I think.” 

“Wow, that guy is obsessed, I swear.” 

“I don’t know, if she’s half as amazing as mine, then I can fully understand it.” 

His smooth words have you blushing. You pull back just a little, and you can already see that little smirk on his lips.

“You’re really good at sweet talking me Murdock.” 

“I’d hope so, I wouldn’t be much of a boyfriend if I wasn’t.” 

You giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips and he leans in. Matt shifts on the bed, and soon you’re on your back. He parts for a second, giving you a chance to catch your breath and him an opportunity to remove his glasses. Once it’s gone, he turns back to you and you swallow, right before your lips rejoin.

You’ve become a lot more comfortable since the little make out session on your couch. Even so, there’s still a bit of hesitation. His kisses are deep, passionate. You can feel that he wants more. You push lightly against his chest and Matt pulls back. 

“What’s wrong?” 

It’s a whisper, and when he brushes your cheek, you can spot the worry. You hate that you’re making him feel like he’s done something wrong. Truthfully you should have told him about your lack of experience. Maybe you wouldn’t feel so uneasy about the whole thing. 

“It’s nothing you did, I just..” 

You’re not sure how to word it without sounding like a prude. Matt just offers a smile. 

“It’s okay if you’ve never done this before. We can wait until you’re ready.” 

You’ll never understand how he so easily reads you, but you’re more than grateful. You press your hands over your eyes, thoroughly embarrassed. 

“I-I’m sorry. I-I should have said something I just really didn’t want to mess this up.” 

Matt shakes his head, pulling your hands away softly as he leaves a kiss on your forehead. When he pulls back, that smile is so bright. 

“You’re not going to mess up anything. I like this, the way that we are. I’m not planning on going anywhere anytime soon, are you?” 

You shook your head. 

“Then we’ll both be fine. We have all the time in the world.”

How you snagged someone like Matt is still a mystery to you. He leaves one more kiss on the top of your head before he moves to straighten, but you grab his arm, halting him. 

“W-Wait!” 

He pauses, still somewhat leaned over you. Elbows against the mattress, he just waits. 

“I-Is there something else..that we can do?” 

Your voice is soft, almost a whisper. He can spot the embarrassment behind the question and he easily picks up on the way your heart rate has doubled as you await his reply. Your innocence when it comes to the topic is very endearing. You turn your head.

“I-I read somewhere that there are other ways for two people to..y-you know. Without t-that stuff..” 

The more you speak the cuter you seem to get. He has to stop himself from laughing. He doesn’t want you to think that he’s mocking you. The entire situation is just adorable. He wishes he could see just how red your face is right now. 

“You’ll have to be very specific, tell me what you want me to do.” 

He knows exactly what you’re asking, but he wants to hear you say it. As naive as you are about this, to some extent you must know what you want. 

You gulp, eyes moving from his lips, then down to his hands. You feel like a mouse under him. Completely captured. 

“I..I want you to touch me Matt. D-Down there..” 

You’re not sure why it sounds ten times dirtier out loud. 

The smile makes its way back onto his face and he adjusts his position to become a bit more comfortable at your side. You’re not really sure what to expect. You’re just glad that you’re wearing a decent pair of underwear today. You had a tendency to sport boxer shorts. Today you’re indeed wearing panties and a pair of shorts. You’ve never been more grateful, because if this was going to happen, you’d prefer it to be at least a bit sexy. 

“If you change your mind, I’ll stop immediately, okay?” 

You nod, and Matt brushes your hair away from your eyes as he leaves another encouraging kiss on your cheek. Your heart is still hammering, because all of his movements feel so slow. His hand starts from your cheek. He smiles and you return it when he slowly goes down your body. It feels like he’s trying to appreciate every inch of you. Your shoulder, arm, finger tips, breast, torso, hip..

You close your eyes when his fingers slide under the waistband of your shorts. 

“What color are your panties?” 

It’s a whisper in your ear. 

“R-Red.” 

He smirks, nipping at your ear and you bite down on your lip. 

“That’s my favorite color.” 

You can’t stop the moan that escapes, he just chuckles and when his hand finally makes it where you need it to most, your eyes shoot open. His fingers have stopped right at your entrance and you reach over, grabbing at the front of his shirt as you lean into him. He welcomes it, expects it. 

He strokes, slowly, he wants you to get used to the feeling. Your body quivering against his hand is all the confirmation he needs. You’re letting out soft sounds. A moan, a gasp, a whimper. It all sounds so delicious. He wonders if it’s possible that his heightened senses have enhanced all the sounds, because it’s like music to his ears. 

The friction of his fingers is starting to cause a reaction. There’s a subtle wetness that’s beginning to become present. He licks his lips and you seem unprepared when he kisses you deeply. You let out another moan and he holds in one himself. He lectured himself not to get too worked up. 

He didn’t want to scare you, but now it seems almost impossible because he’s already started to stiffen in his pants. Your closeness doesn’t really help. He pulls back when your hips grind into him. With a gasp he withdraws his hand. Your lips are still parted and you look at him with a mix or arousal and confusion. 

“D-Did I do something wrong?” 

He shook his head, swallowing as he tried his best to cover the bulge that was now throbbing between his groin. The covers were a nice barrier, but you were still impossibly close. 

“No..y-you didn’t do anything wrong I just need a minute.” 

He was trying to find a way to slip away into the bathroom without you seeing his problem. 

“Matt just tell me what’s-” 

Your words stopped and he heard the shift against the covers. Your eyes were aimed right at his crotch.

“Oh wow..” 

He grimaced, with every intention to just dive off the bed, but you grabbed his arm, stopping all movement.

“W-Wait where are you going?” 

“I..I need to handle this before we continue.” 

“Handle..” 

As in he was going to..

Your cheeks warmed. When you started this, you had every intention of letting him take the lead. But now, you sort of want to know what it’s like. He’d only been touching you for maybe three minutes at most, but you were sure you were about to lose your mind. You can’t help but wonder what Matt would look like in such a state. 

“C-Can I do it?” 

You saw the way his brows furrowed, like he was trying to make sense of what you were asking. He must have settled on a solution, because the crease evened out. 

“You don’t have too.” 

His voice sounded deeper, heavy, like just the conversation was a task for him. He tried to move away again, but you gripped a bit tighter. 

“I want to. I do. Please Matt.” 

His head sank into the pillow at the plea. How was he supposed to say no to that? Just the thought of your hand wrapped around his length had his gut tightening with anticipation. 

“Please.” 

He nodded, letting out a breath. 

“Okay.” 

He sounded a bit more calm now, and you smile, releasing him now that he didn’t look like he was going to make a run for it. His body relaxed and you just stared as his hand moved to the button of his jeans. Your eyes were strictly focused on his crotch and Matt chuckled under his breath. 

“It’s a bit daunting if you’re staring so intensely.” 

You flinch. 

“O-Oh! Sorry.” 

You looked up and Matt laughed again. You could still hear the rustling of his clothing against the sheets. The little sound he let out under his breath must have meant that he’d gotten just a bit off relief from his restricting clothing. 

“Here.”

He reached for your hand, and when he placed it carefully along his length, your mouth fell open. You kept your eyes focused on him. His breathing had picked up a little, hand over yours, guiding you. 

“Just stroke it like this.” 

He made slow gestures and you followed each action, every instruction. 

“Just like that..” He hummed. 

His eyes closed and you took in the way he seemed to melt against the bed. He pulled his hand away when he felt comfortable with your actions. His lips were slightly parted and you could feel yourself becoming wet just at the sight of him. 

The pleasure was written so clearly across his face. It was better than you expected. You’re so used to the smug or smiling Matt. This expression on his face was exquisite. Your motions only slowed when you felt something begin to drip on your hand. You looked down, eyes taking in everything. His length, girth, it was all so arousing. 

“A little came out…” 

Matt nodded, and you loosened your hold to stare at the liquid now coating your fingers. You were distracted, and you weren’t sure why, but your lips twitched at the sight. Your pause caught Matt’s attention. 

“(Y/N)..?” 

You hadn’t said anything, and he heard your hand lift. For a moment he wasn’t sure what happened. But the sound of your tongue brushing against the skin of your fingers had his eyebrows lifting in surprise. 

“Did you just-” 

“You taste good Matt.” 

Your words were like a jolt. He almost came right there and then. He didn’t expect it when your hands reached over and pushed him flat onto his back. He was practically gaping and when you started kissing your way down his body, he was almost convinced that he’d taken one too many punches to the head and the effects were starting to set in. One of your hands pushed up his shirt and when he felt your lips on his chest, he held back a shiver. 

“(Y-Y/N) w-wait you..” 

He couldn’t get the words out. The lower you got, the less he felt the need to stop you. His mind was clouded by pleasure. He knew he should have been stopping you. At least that’s what he told himself. This was supposed to be your experience, not his. Your tongue circled a pattern right on his hip and he gripped at the sheets, breathing labored. He was responding to everything, reacting to everything. 

Your hand finally took a hold of him, soft, almost tentative. Clearly due to your inexperience, you weren’t trying to hurt him. Your touches were careful. He had a second to recall what he’d planned to say. Before he could form the words, your mouth covered over the tip of him and he all but lost his mind. Your tongue ran over the slit and he moaned, louder than he intended too. You hummed at the sound, clearly satisfied with his reaction. Your tongue was tracing patterns over the tip of him as your hand started to pump slowly. 

“Fuck!” 

He hadn’t intended to curse, it just slipped out and when he heard the sound that you released, the vibrations traveled throughout his body. He had to physically force himself not to jerk into your mouth. For someone with no experience, you were doing great. 

You couldn’t take the full length of him into your mouth, and he found himself a bit grateful because if you did, he was concerned that his senses might go into overdrive and shut down. His entire body was a trembling mess as you increase your pace. You were bobbing your head slowly against him, while you continued your careful pumps. 

The simultaneous action felt like too much. He wouldn’t last long like this. He was already at his limit. Maybe you knew, because you drew him in maybe just an inch deeper than the last and his hand moved to the back of your head. He gripped your tresses when his releases came. His intention had been to pull you back, but you offered resistance. 

He couldn’t stop it, he came, emptying himself into your mouth. His hand dropped and you finally pulled back with a soft pop. His body sagged against the covers, chest still rising a bit quicker than normal. When he turned his head, all he caught was the sound of you swallowing. He groaned at the realization that you’d just swallowed every last drop. 

You licked the edge of your lips, admiring his disheveled form. His hair was a beautiful mess, shirt partially covering his chest, pants and briefs settled around his mid thigh. His muscles were relaxing and contracting with each breath he took. 

You couldn’t recall ever seeing anything so breathtaking in your life. 

“I came.” You confessed. 

Your shorts had been discarded, but your underwear now had a significant wet spot at the center. Matt pressed a hand over his eyes, still fighting to gather his bearings. It’s like you’d just deliver one surprise attack right after the other. 

He underestimated you, that was for sure.

[oogaboogaspookyman]

Lmfao N says fuck fic how original

[SNAP]

"So, N..." Uzi sits down on her Spinny Chair Of Genius™, as she likes to call it, as N sits on a beanbag. "Since i am your new apparent admin, this means i have some form of control over you and V, yeah?"

"I guess?" N shrugs "I mean- i don't know, i'm not the human that made me, i don't know my inner workings..."

He suddenly has a small thought start to grow in his head, and immediately lets it slip out of curiosity. "Wh- what are you trying to do?? Are you gonna look through my settings..?" He scratches his head in a bashful manner, blushy as it's literally some very delicate and probably private stuff.

Uzi grins like the absolute gremlin she is, sharp teeth shining like the blade of a knife, as she fidgets with her fingers at the most chaotic thought she's had so far. Key word being: so far.

"I'm just gonna make a test, nothing harmful~" She giggles. N looks at Uzi with a metaphorical drop of sweat running down his visor as he thinks of the times Cyn giggled back in the mansion. She definetly made giggles way less scary than Uzi's.

Next day...

It started with Uzi's alarm going off. She slaps her own visor, turning it off, and promptly gets up. N seems to be deep in his sleep... Wonder what he's dreaming about? She kinda hopes it's her, but it's not something she'll reveal to any one schmuck at ALL, so thank me later.

i don't want to kill you. i don't want to kill anymore. i need you. don't go. don't leave me. please. i don't want to kill you. the universe is at risk. i can't lose more people in my life. i have to protect the universe. but you are my universe. please. no. don't go. please. i love you. i'm sorry.

XDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDDISASSEMBLYREQUIREDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXD

M1S5 M3? :)

"N!!" He wakes up screaming, startling Uzi who's sitting conviniently really close and in front of him. On top of his lap. Like in those bits in movies where the love interest is uncomfortably close to the main character. Like that. Yeah.

"Hi Uziii...??" N whispers in bashful surprise as she processes the situation. Okay so i'm sitting here right in front of him and he just woke up and sat up really close to my face it's looking like something else is gonna happen and oh my robo-god i am going to fuckin' pass out hhhhh-

"aaaaaooOKAYWEGOTTAGOORELSEWERELATETOTHEFUCKINGSCHOOLSHITAAAA" N yelps Uzi pushes him away by the face in a rush. N gets back up to yell (but like- not angry or anything, more like yelling so she hears him clearly) "Language! Your dad's around, you know?? It's why i say"biscuits" instead, i don't wanna be rude!". It's a long pause of silence as he thinks, realizing... "How can you even swear at all by the way???"

It started with a horrible, terrifying, traumatic, very lore heavy nightmare along with a scare and rush to school. This day is certainly not gonna go all too well and i am here for it he's boutta SNAP lol.

Next it was Lizzy doing her usual popular girl spoiled brat bullshit, and N cannot kill her because murder as a whole is wrong and it's no solution to anything at all. Uzi knows this and it bothers her so much more than i can describe.

Next was the teacher being this smug idiot doing whatever, giving the class a dumb thing to do without caring about anything, only looking through his phone either busy with other work or straight up messing around. Uzi and N are very much bothered by this and Uzi wants to speak up... Which she does. To no avail, as the teacher ran out of fucks to give. N just tolerates and tries to lighten up the mood by being his friendly self (got a dude and a chick head over heels for him and he doesn't realize, thinks they're just extra friendly), but it's mostly very little effect. All because he doesn't wanna be rude. It's gonna get real soon enough though.

Next was the discrimation towards N, as he is a Disassembly Drone and they're pretty scared of him... Well at least it's not ALL of them, some are very much enjoying his presence. Why that is i'll tell you in the dms because i don't think i can say it here lmfao.

Next was the teasing. Yes some drones in the school figured out the whole Nuzi shebang and are now teasing them about it. "Hey purple girl, how's the biting like?", "How does your murder buddy kiss? I'm just curious~", "How's it like living with a small girl like her? Bet she likes it when you pick her up~", "N you are so much better than her, there's that other murderous girl out there that killed Doll's parents, she seems right up your ally!", and it just doesn't stop. Ever. N is genuinely bothered by this, he's very uncomfortable.

Inconvience after inconvience, minor and major, impactful and not, it just doesn't friggin' STOP.

Luckily that's all there is, they're going home! Albeit not very happy but they're going to their comfortable space of a home nonetheless!

But i did say he's gonna snap at some point.

"Uzi, have you seen my glasses? I gotta read something important" Says Khan, not actually needing glasses as he's a robot, he can see just fine, but everyone in Copper 9 is all mimicking humans so Khan doesn't realize that and needs glasses anyway.

"I'm getting them, Mr. Uzi!" N chirps, happy to help like all the time, as he jumps up from his seat and walks around, looking for Khan's glasses. "Thanks, Uzi's very lucky to have you as this potential boyfriend!" Uzi lets out a very UNHOLY screech of embarrassment as she yells "HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND". N does sigh at this, but he's too busy looking for Khan's glasses to care.

"Ooh! There you are!" N whips out a pair of glasses from inside... Uzi's wardrobe?? Does she prank him often??? Anywho, he found the glasses!

"I got 'em Mr. Uzi!! I found them in Uzi's wardrobe which is very weird and raises a few questions but i found them nonetheless!!" Khan processes the statement and wheezes as a response.

"What? What's funny??" N is very confused. Khan chuckles as he pats N in the back, "What just happened while i was sleeping was that Uzi just hid them away as a prank of sorts, she's very mischievous!" He's giggling as he explains, and so does N because come on it's funny how could he not?

Oh and N drops the glasses in his giggle fit. Resulting in them breaking upon landing. They stop laughing as they notice this.

N's eye twitches as his hands vibrate.

"N it's okay, i'll just get new ones-" says Khan, immediately interrupted by the next paragraph under this one

"MOTHERFUCKER!!!"

Khan is startled and frozen up in shock. Uzi heard that from the other room and is also shocked. If there were birds in Copper 9 they would fly away in flocks.

"Are you- are you okay-" Khan's interrupted again. "NO I'M NOT OKAY SHIT JUST KEPT HAPPENING AND I'M FUCKING PISSED ABOUT THAT AND BECAUSE I COULDN'T FUCKING DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. SON OF A BITCH THEY KEPT ON TEASING ME AND BEING WEIRD AROUND ME AND OH MY FUCKING GOD WHY CAN'T I JUST BE TREATED LIKE A NORMAL FUCKING DRONE?!?!?!"

Khan is frozen in shock as Uzi silently giggles to herself from the other room. "It worked! I turned off his filter holy shit it worked eheheheheee!"

"I'M... I'm going outside for a breather, be right fuckin' back" N storms out through the front entrance, as Khan holds a hand out trying to stop him, "it's sunny outside, careful-" but it was too late.

"FUUCK!!" And so N storms right back in, with burns on his casing, "I'm going to Uzi's room then"

"I DID IT!!" Uzi whisper-yells to herself. Somehow.

Twas a very loud and messy day, hope you enjoyed this lmao

[bengiyo]

Cooking Crush Ep 7 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Metha and Pang came through with steel chairs to bash through the dumbass bullshit Ten and Prem were getting caught in. Metha made Ten recognize that he was serious about Prem and getting jealous, and Pang made Prem realize that he was being a cowardly people pleaser for people who didn't respect him. So those two went on a series of non-dates after their last cooking lesson and had a really satisfying kiss. Ten came back the next day, and my man is ready. However, Prem forgot that Samsi and Dynamite were coming over to film their video entry for the cooking competition. Prem hid Ten away with Pang's help, but then Chef Changma arrived and now drama has ensued. Meanwhile, Dynamite has backed off of Fire for now, but he knows that Fire is likely interested in him. Jane also seemed to notice, and asked Fire directly if he's holding back because of his mom.

I love how direct Dynamite is all the time.

I love that Ten is actively cockblocking Changma. It's what he deserves.

Dish 7 - Shredded Pork & Sticky Rice - Waiting For Your Return

I am personally not that big on pesto.

Damn, Changma, you are determined.

I like Ten a lot. I like him being direct with Prem about feeling uncertain about their standing.

As much as Changma is set up as a romantic rival for us to dislike, I like that he's here to show that Dynamite is not rude to respected seniors and teachers.

RIP to the pasta.

I'm really enjoying seeing these two sort out their new relationship and expectations.

Ten is so embarrassing and I love him. I love that he is so forthright about his attraction to Prem.

Not Ten throwing his glasses to the ground in the stacks!

This is a classic problem for young people who are ready to go. I love it.

Gun is just so pretty, and they were so correct to focus on his lips after makeout hijinks.

Why does Fire always look like he's about to go golfing?

Oh, shit. Coming through for us again with a queer woman is Lookjun. HERE WE GO, LESBIANS! She said, you're cool, bro, but I'm serious about this girl and you're thinking about a boy. Sort your feelings about your mom and give yourself a break.

It's missing my grandmother hours. I like how she assuaged Ten's dad and then immediately turned around and gave her full support to Prem.

This man is drunk in the stacks. Hell to the no. He better not make Dynamite come and take care of him.

Oh, Dy, I know you're excited this man called, but you are in for it.

Mhmm, it's not sexy at all. Dynamite is not amused by any of this.

Why does he keep bringing him back to this mean bag??

No, don't fall asleep here!

Time to fight the dad.

How the dad gonna slap Ten after he brought up the mom first.

Oh, lord. Prem, this is not your fault, baby boy.

I'm okay with Prem and Ten taking a break at episode 7 to figure things out.

That's right, Dynamite! Walk away from that closet case until he's ready!

Never take off the glasses?? What the hell?

I don't know that I agree with Ten's dad, but I don't mind Prem doubling down on succeeding as a chef.

Oh good, Fire has to go after Dynamite next week.

I love OffGun. That whole kissing montage was hilarious. I am actually excited about this mid-show separation and what kind of character work we get out of it. I continue to love Dynamite, and love that he's not going to let Fire treat him any kind of way. There was not enough Samsi this episode. I don't care for Changma; he confessed and then fled.

[abigailthedreamer]

ALRIGHT HERE SHE IS

Just dance s/I :3

If u wanna hear about her and her parents go to the link cuz this will be more focused on her actually in game. Also I settled on 2 songs for her. one for JD23 and 1 for JD24. Here we Go- O-OOOOOOO---

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The Daughter of That Psychotic bride? How amusing. And she Harbours feelings for my own Son no less? Well, you know what they say, Like Mother, Like Daughter.

Quite reserved and shy when Abi's not in her comfort zone. She currently resides in a part of the Dance-verse called Scrap-side. A place that used to be quite quiet and housed, u guessed it, scraps. It was quiet until a lot more residents began coming in because of Night swan's takeover.

The outfit on the left is what she'd call her 'Uniform' rather than her outfit. She thought if she dressed like her environment she'd be unassuming. That is until, during her dance of 22 By Taylor swift, Wanderlust, Sara, Brezziana and Mihaly dropped in to get her.

But they came in early during Abi's dance, causing her to, quite hilariously, get knocked out by the Little mirror ball. Causing her to have an interesting dream of running up a semi sinking wedding cake, and when she makes it to the top, a certain red suited man is there waiting for her. (Pretty much implying that she's always had a sorta celebrity crush on Jack Rose. She's never been able to attend a live performance of his due to her autism.)

Coming too, Abi agrees to join Wanderlust and Co since the Coaches coming to Scrap-side are her friends from JD 1-3 and she just wants to help get their homes back.

What She DIDN'T Realise is that the next coach they recruit is the very same Jack Abi has admired. So, quite bashful and nervous, she hides behind the girls and Mihaly while Wanderlust confronts Jack. If you know how Majesty begins, it doesn't go well.

As the gang splits off to save some of the coaches, Abi saves 3 herself. The dog DJ from who let the dogs out (JD1), The Big girls you are beautiful Coach (JD2) and the Crocodile teacher from land of 1000 dances (JD3).

Soon the crew take the fight to Night Swan and is able to send her away. Abi is satisfied for now, since she believes that Night Swan is the Culprit behind her parents disaster wedding.

Through IYWP and post JD23, Abi insisted on keeping in touch with the gang, Mainly Jack Rose, as you can imagine she doesn't want this chance encounter to end.

Scrap-side, thankfully is close to Dancity, So Abi and Jack would meet there on the off chances they're able to meet, Given now that Eternyx is very unstable without their leader.

Then one thing leads to another, Abi and Jack Rose do end up getting together, The roses on her headphones are ones that Jack has put on himself. So all is well.

Also since I know JD got like seasons, maybe I could have it that these two have a dance on the night they confessed. But again, all is well.

For Now.

(A minor story detail but keep it in mind for later, Jack Rose would always sing to Abi, a song he'd sing to her the most would be Treasure, again keep that in mind)

JD2024 Lore time.

Abigail, hanging out in Scrap-side, but get's a strange feeling that Something is very off. So her dance So Am I By Ava Max plays (A nice contrast to The Bride's Sweet But Psycho dance) as she as well as her 'Band of Misfits' all put together a plan to head up to Eternyx and Swan Tower to see Jack. Which includes a disguise of Night Swan's minions.

She puts it on over a surprise new outfit as the rest of the dance is her heading through Dancity and to Eternyx.

Near the end, she ends up sneaking into Swan Tower and meeting up with Jack. When the beat Drops near the end, she sheds her disguise, revealing her New outfit (One on the right) and her newfound confidence as she finishes her routine.

Jack Rose would dance with her but, he was also just awestruck at Abi's transformation. Afterwards, Jack and Abi hurry off together, Hoping to find where Wanderlust and the others have gone.

Then, Treasure happens. while the pair goes through the palace, Night swan silents Wanderlust, and presents Jack with the 'ideal' outcome, hence Treasure begins.

Where's Abi in this vision? Why, among the crowd of Jack Roses, trying to worm her way to the stage. But as the song goes along, the more she's lost and consumed by the crowd.

See why i brought up Treasure earlier? Jack would sing it to Abi when she felt insecure about herself. Night Swan took that song and twisted it to a song of utter self absorbance and narcissism.

After the song, and into Swan Lake, Jack and Abi get Mihaly's message, and Into tainted love, it's a race against the clock to get to Night Swan's ship.

But...Jack and Abi are too Late. They, Hopelessly, watch as the Ship Takes their friends away. It's now up to the pair to save them and the Danceverse at large.

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And that's all of my S/I's Lore! If u wanna do art for my S/I or the Ship between my S/i and Jack, then i'd be so damn honoured!

And yes, JDAbi is the only one to not have a dark self. (Her and Jack if u count the fact that Treasure was just a vision.) But hey, Maybe she does get her dark self in JD25 or it remains a what if.

That's it now. You're free to ask questions as well!

[doombum]

Can't believe it's already the last day of the #CC Weekend Bash. Thank you to @and-stir-the-stars for this event (and all your comments that warmed my heart), it was really fun !!!

Monday 8th: Free Space

Trigger warning: Mentioned deaths (the usual ones)

To everyone he had ever encountered in his short life, he was the sensitive kid, the one everyone always walked over.

He cried all the time and was scared of everything. He would whimper at the sight of robots, cower in the dark, panic at any loud sound. He had been a pretty pathetic kid, and everyone knew it.

At only 5 years old, he was bullied by his brother, mocked by his sister and ignored by his father. His classmates laughed at him any chance they got and his teachers pitied him.

He was miserable, both at home and at school. He had no friends, and people always gave him weird looks for talking to his plush or crying over nothing.

He hated it. He always had.

But those times were long gone. With his death, he had become a new person. No-one laughed at him anymore, they were the ones who were scared.

In Golden Freddy, he was powerful, he was strong, he was scary.

He amused himself by scaring the night guards, showing them who was in charge. It was exhilarating to see the fear on their faces. See them cower in the dark and cry in the corner.

He moved, from location to location, meeting other people like him. Kids who had lost their life to his father and were scared of their new gift, but he showed them the way. He made them embrace their new life.

He met Cassidy and showed her how powerful she had become. Her and the others had become vengeful - obsessed at the idea of punishing their killer - and he only laughed at the sight of his father getting caught at his own game and springlocked, all alone in the basement of his beloved restaurant.

He saw his brother, from time to time, drowning himself in guilt and driven only by a need for redemption. He left him alone for the most part, content to see him suffer for what he did to him, but he couldn't resist scaring him off when he worked night shifts, making him as terrified as Evan had once been of him.

He never got to see his sister again, but with what he had heard about her and her descent into madness, the longing to meet her again that once plagued him quickly faded into nothing but pity for what she had become in a foolish attempt to make their father proud.

He ended up better than all of them.

He watched as they died. He watched as they moved on. He watched as their souls were released in that fire, and they left him all alone. All over again. It was just him. But it didn't matter anymore. Because he wasn't scared of being alone anymore.

He was stronger alone. He would survive them all. He would be the last one standing. He would see them all die and he would live to laugh at their fate.

They thought he was weak. Pathetic. That he was a coward, who would never do anything in his life. But look at them now.

Look at him now: Evan Afton. Golden Freddy. The one you shouldn't have killed.

[lifmera]

Hello! I saw you do matchups so I wanted to request one!! I'd like to request a Hazbin Matchup. If you can't get to me that's quite all right, take you're time!

I'm 18, my pronouns are She/Her, and I'm Pansexual. My favorite color is yellow. My zodiac is Saggitarius (December 21st). I'm 5'3" (short/average).

I am an actor (mainly a stage actor). I love to sing, paint (abstract cause its more forgiving), and cosplay (a lot).

I talk a lot. Some say too much and I was often bullied for it. I curse like a sailor. My teachers are sick and tired of my foul moth they don't even say anything anymore lol. Im very social and like making friends, though i dont have many. But i still try and be a friendly presence and someone people can feel confortable around. I have anxiety as well. I'm super clumsy its actually ridiculous. My family gets nervous everytime I'm near stairs, and I have a scar next to my eye from being so clumsy (I tripped and fell into the corner of a coffee table and bashed my face next to my eye. After my stitches were taken out and it healed, I tripped and fell again, bashing my face into a doorknob in the exact same place 🙃). I'm a danger to society from just how much I fall :) but I'm getting better at catching myself.

I like anime and video games (mainly indie horror [Batim, DDLC (is DDLC indie??), Poppy Playtime, Fnaf, and others.]), and D&D.

I also love musical theatre :)

I'm kinda sensitive as well so please be nice to me. I have an insane fear of Needles and Dogs (which Is super unfortunate). I like fruity flavors over chocolate when it comes to candy.

I hope this is enough info to help you figure out who to match me with :) if not you could just respond and say it's not enough and I'll give more :)

Thank you so much :)

Hey Hun!!

You might hate me, or love me.. BUT..

I’ve paired you with.. ADAM!

Dont hate me.. i love him..

He would definitely force you to act for him. He’d enjoy it so much. And honestly he’d want to play with you!!

He loves your paintings, at first he didn’t really understand why… but when he saw the final product, he loved it!

He’d also force you to cosplay for him.

He’d be like .. “could you cosplay a cute cat girl..? Please? 🥹” (you could kick him in the balls its ok.)

He would bully you, AT FIRST. I think if you confided in Adam he genuinely would stop. He already lost two wives, it probably took him a lot to even bag someone.

Adam seems like a dick head but he would do anything for his s/o.

He would love that you curse like a sailor. You guys would cuss other people out like its a job.

He loves that you are friendly with other people, but holy shit this guy would be POSSESSIVE.

Especially after how clumsy you can be??

This guy is by ur side 24/7. On ur ass like its his LIFE MISSION

Hes definitely a clingy man.

You can talk to him about anything, but just as long as you are able to listen to him too. He just talks ssooo much.

Although like i said, hes pretty much an asshole, he’d get better for you.

He will change for his s/o, because if anything, if he loses another one? Thats just… 😅

He would totally feed you sweets and fruits though, he loves them too!

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PLEASE DONT HATE ME 🥲🥲🥲

[megaderping]

When Akechi came down the next morning, he found Nanako seated at the kitchen table with a tense, troubled look on her face. A handful of potted tomato seedlings formed a neat little cluster on the tabletop, and she hummed to herself and fidgeted in her seat. Come to think of it, she had mentioned the seedlings the night before. "Um… so the teacher asked us to grow seedlings at home. I don't really know where to start, though." From the kitchen, Yu smiled and said, "Well, what about that plot of dirt next to the house? It's kinda late, but we can check it out in the morning." "Smart thinkin', Senpai!" Kanji gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up. "I always figured that's what all that dirt and cement was for, anyway." The fact that it had sat there untouched for so long suggested that perhaps it wasn't Dojima's idea. Had his wife at one point wished to garden, and due to the connection to her, he simply couldn't bring himself to get started? As he pondered this, Akechi took a seat next to his sister. "It'll be all right, Nanako-chan. There should be plenty of soil for your little seedlings." She peeked up at him, clearly bashful. "I know, but I've never tried growing seedlings before. Is it hard?" Akechi's fingers rapped softly against the table. "To be honest, I've never tried either, but I imagine it's simply a matter of tending the garden and harvesting regularly." "That's pretty much it," Yu said from the bottom of the stairs. Somehow, he came down while evading detection this time. What was he, a secret agent? Akechi cocked an eyebrow at him. "For crying out loud, Yu, is there anything you don't know how to do? The multiple jobs, the cooking, the clubs, and now this…" Previous Chapter | Full Chapter | Read from the Beginning

Thanks to everyone who responded warmly to my spur of the moment Akechi meta post the other day! For those who may have followed me from that, I've got a monster of a longfic ongoing featuring a smol Akechi ending up in the care of the Dojima family a little before Persona 4 starts. This is the latest chapter. xD

[kawaiibunnora]

help

tw: transphobia, suicidal thoughts, suicidal ideation, sh

I am a senior in high school who occasionally presents fem at school. My father is extremely transphobic, so in order to dress fem, i have to smuggle my fem clothes to school and then changes in the mens bathroom.

My entire school is pretty accepting, and I never feel in danger or uncomfortable when dressing fem. This year, I was voted the "Most Changed" male, so I decided to wear a dress for the partner pictures (with a girl I barely knew). Everything went fine and dandy until I talked to my mom (who's accepting of me).

Yesterday, she suggested telling my dad now so that he'd have time to process before the yearbook came out, so that's what I did. In the moment, he reacted very harshly, very irrationally, and he said a lot of hateful things that I wasn't surprised by: He called me selfish, he threatened to kick me out of the house, he called all my teachers bastards, etc.

Anyways today we had another, more civil, conversation. He was still being extremely transphobic calling cis women "girl girls" and trans women "boy girls", and his main issue was how some of our family friends might ostracize us and how people will see our family. At one point, he brough up how he saw a trans girl at a senior banquette and his only thought was "I feel bad for his parents".

After that conversation, I hid in my room some more until he called me out to talk to me again. He told me to get the yearbook pictures removed or else he's going to the principal. (Mind you, the pictures were duo pictures, so I'd have to involve the female winner, who I barely know.)

I don't know whether I should just submit to my father's wishes until I graduate and move out or if I should stand my ground. I hate having to drag my partner and the yearbook teacher into this, but if I don't, I worry worse things will come.

This is also the first time I've ever thought about suicide. Not enough for me to actually go through with it, but I'm imagining myself hanging, with a note addressed to my dad saying "you did this."

I have the urge to bash my head into a wall or to cut myself or to run away and never return. And the worst part is that these feelings stem from a feeling of failure. I feel like I'm a burden for my parents. Like Ive caused them so much harm. The suicidal thoughts are coming from the fact that I wish I wasn't trans. I feel like I wouldnt be as much of a burden if I was "normal". I hate myself for not being the perfect son.

Logically, I know it's all untrue, which is why I don't think I'll actually go through with any of these thoughts, but that doesnt mean the feeling isnt there. Logically, I know I've done nothing wrong. Logically, I know my dad is being a dick.

But i feel like such a burden

[cassiopeialake]

ok after thinking about it a bit here’s my pitch for an abbott/sunny crossover since that seems to be what we’re in for

Title: New Uniforms

Logline: After Abbott's new uniforms are misprinted, Melissa is forced to call in one of her shadiest connections - but it may end up costing her more than she bargained for.

Outline:

- the school gets new uniforms for the kids but there's a misprint and the shirts say "ABBORT" (tbh the whole pitch is based around this. i just find it very funny. i hope they do smth with abbort elementary at some point)

- they scramble to find a solution but the district won't give them more money. they need someone with an embroidery machine who'll let them use it for free

- melissa knows a guy who's into some real shady stuff, he used to run a sweatshop in vietnam. probably has a couple machines still lying around.

- she and janine (and maybe a few others idk) set up a meeting with the gang. however unbeknownst to them the gang kidnaps them (mac thought this was a kidnapping/squeezing the teachers for money kinda deal. dee: you idiot, they're teachers they have no money!)

- they're "interrogated" for a bit

- it's revealed that mac and charlie went to liberty elementary (the rival school) and they gain some respect for the abbott teachers bc "those abbott kids were tough, man! took a few more punches than it usually does to knock them down!"

- frank appears and they get to negotiations. he'll fix the mistake for them, but there's a catch

- the gang (specifically dennis) wants the leftovers from the seventh graders frog dissections. the teachers are grossed out so he clarifies it's "not sexual" and the teachers are like...well those frogs were just gonna go in the trash anyways...

- the deal is made and the gang starts working on the shirts, we get a cameo from sewing charlie ofc

- however when the teachers come back in a week to check in on the finished product we realize that they "fixed" the spelling mistake by removing the extra B and spelling "ABORT ELEMENTARY"

- something something plot happens to make them fix it (melissa has dirt on frank that she threatens or something idk. she dangles a frog in front of a salivating dennis)

- at the end they go back one final time to pick up the finally correctly spelled shirts

- we find out that mr johnson knows charlie through the janitorial network, they compare rat bashing sticks, etc.

And that’s the episode (or at least the A plot)! I missed a few of the teachers and how they would interact with the various characters but i think that wouldn't be too hard to put in at the end or just add more characters in the scene where they first meet. like ava for sure needs to go toe-to-toe with the gang

but yeah that’s the pitch - tbh i’m quite proud of this only because i feel like it’s pretty realistic, like i wouldn’t want an over the top crossover with the characters fully intersecting lives or even sets, i feel like the idea of skimming into this underbelly of philly but then immediately getting out suits the tone of abbott better. i think also this should work for anyone who hasn’t heard of sunny before or isn’t familiar with the characters.