#but it's not like they would see you as their responsibilities or teach you how to deal with problems. ask your opinions/emotions etc.

[wordsfromthewick]

If a person is willing to run into the arms of a group that is THAT fucked up for any reason, they already belonged there. End of story.

A bar that tolerates Nazis is a Nazi bar, and if you go into it for whatever reason looking for friends/acceptance you're looking to make friends with fellow Nazis.

Anyone willing to "[hate] in the right ways" to be surrounded by people who like you, is simply surrounding themselves with people who are already like them. If these people are willing to "pretend" people in the out-group are lesser human beings than those in the in-group to be in the in-group themselves, they're not pretending. They wouldn't want to be in the in-group, unless they already believed it. They bonded because their ideals are shared not because they were tricked into it or alienated by the other group.

It isn't the oppressed groups' job to make allies feel so good, special, and awesome about themselves for doing the literal bare minimum in regards to human decency while being oppressed by that same demographic in order for said "allies" to realize or "keep believing" that the people in those groups are human too!!! 🤯

And if you feel you need that or think they should be obligated to do that, you're not a fucking ally. Your so called activism and beliefs are a performance to help you believe you're a decent human being and reap whatever benefits you were looking for through your half-hearted support.

Sucks being judged based solely on an immutable trait does it? I wonder if any of the groups you say you're advocating for can relate? Good thing the people who want you dead don't have any power to enact those words over you, bet that would be really scary huh? You might really want to avoid them then yeah? I think it would really suck if you and your loved ones were oppressed and killed for those traits systematically or something like that hmmm? Maybe you'd even be so upset you'd make generalizations about those people? About how much they suck, that you hate them, wish they were dead, even though you don't mean it? Total bummer, but good thing you don't ever exaggerate though. Still, a little weird that about everything you've ever heard a leftist say ever has always been about you though...

Now because it was pointed out that this is ESPECIALLY a male issue I will add:

It is not women's job to take on these fucked up men and teach them morals, or fuck the alt right out of them, or whatever magical thing incels think would have changed in their sad lives if they'd been assigned their dreamgirl-sextoy-babymaker-slave.

If there IS somehow a pandemic of vulnerable sad lonely misunderstood boys 😢 being tricked (by Mysterious Evil Negative forces no one can quite put their finger on) into turning bad with some sort of magic spell I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️ then I have some great fucking news, they can be friends with and help each-fucking-other!!!🎉🎉🎉

Then once they're done they can advocate fiercely as allies for women's rights, because they're good men of course and see women as completely equal people to them! And when gender inequality is all fixed women will have lots of time to focus on men's issues that they've made everyone else's problem (though I can't think of many that wouldn't be solved if all men were good men ✨)! A true win for everyone 🙌 Till then though let women worry about surviving the patriarchy.

~49% of the population who've never had the global majority of political power, only ever held a fraction of power historically, with members of every other oppressed group within it LITERALLY can't be the main cause of all this shit!!! It's statistically impossible. Men need to start getting over themselves, take some fucking responsibility, and start fixing shit! (And if that statement bothers you, you're probably part of the problem).

I couldn't have said it better myself.

[neigepomme]

cw // NSFW. virginity loss with X-02 / some spoilers for caleb's myth

thinking about the first time with caleb as X-02. buried deep within his memories is this desire to touch you, to experience your warmth, and to find out how you feel wrapped around him — to learn what faces and sounds you make when you eventually fall victim to the overwhelming pleasure.

caleb would take his time, push away all of the thoughts telling him to thrust into you harder and harder in order to satisfy his own wants. instead, he prioritizes you, just like he's always done. he taught you about the warmth of one another, showed you what happiness feels like, and made you feel alive.

he would be the first to teach you what euphoria feels like, and he'd be so sweet — but not too soft. caleb knows what's best for you, but his heart still clenches when he sees you grimace in discomfort at first. your pain receptors may have been dulled by the researchers at OTHAN, but you're still capable of knowing what pain is, and despite your body having experienced numerous wounds in battle, adjusting to caleb's size is still a challenge.

just like the first time when he exchanged energy with you, a wave of cold discomfort washes over you, but his arms embrace your body, keeping you in place while you gasp and clench around him in order to get used to that feeling of fullness. caleb knows what's good for you, and letting you squirm and run away from him isn't a good thing. so he kisses your face softly, starting with your forehead, then your eyes, cheeks, and finally, your lips — the tenderness of it all a stark contrast from the bruising grip he has on your hips as he bottoms out into you.

eventually, the discomfort subsides, and you see your expression reflected in caleb's eyes. your flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes, the quiet whimpers and moans falling from your lips. in between pants, you speak softly and wrap your arms around his neck.

"is this.. euphoria?"

your tone and curiosity, carrying hints of longing and hidden desires, act like aphrodisiacs for caleb. in your field of vision, you see drops of sweat trickle down his forehead, and he's mirroring your red cheeks — his dazed expression, full of adoration amplifying the strange tightening sensation you feel in your lower stomach. he just smiles at you before nodding, pressing another delicate kiss to your lips before moving his mouth on your neck, suckling purple bruises near your pulse point.

without your exoskeletons on, you can feel his warmth, and it's like you've uncovered the taste of the forbidden fruit. greedily, your hands shift from his neck to his back, and you try to move your hips in an attempt to meet his thrusts, seeking out more of this warmth, more of this feeling — trying to release the tight coil in your stomach.

"do you feel good?"

it's caleb's turn to ask a question, and in response, all you can do is moan and drag your nails softly down his back, careful not to scratch him too hard. you shake your head yes, and it's so hard to formulate sentences, when all you can think of is caleb. his name repeats like a mantra in your mind before making its way to your lips. you call for him, unaware of what you're even seeking. that is until it clicks for you, spoken through your body like a fact that the universe itself decreed.

you're seeking caleb out.

"wanna feel more warmth, wanna feel you more — wanna be one with you, caleb."

in response, caleb's eyes widen, and he moans, pressing himself against your body more, his hips driving into you harder than before. his restraints slowly die down as he observes your mannerisms when you get closer and closer to your release — mesmerized by the way you clench down on him involuntarily, the way you arch your back to meet his chest. his hand moves down to rub tight circles against your clit, making the volume of your cries for him increase tenfold.

when you inevitably reach your high, all you can do is babble caleb's name repeatedly, as you cup his cheeks, your foreheads pressed together. you can practically feel caleb's heart beating against yours, syncing up as the speed of his thrusts increases. you look down to where the two of you are joined, and the visual stimuli of his cock sliding in and out of you, covered in your slick and his pre-cum sends your mind and body into overdrive, moaning harder and harder as caleb's motions grow more frantic, desperate. eventually, the pace between his thrusts becomes uneven, and you feel his warm release shoot into your womb. his voice rougher yet laced with devotion as he comes, and the weight of his words reach your hazy mind.

"i love you i love you i love you — fuck, i love you so much."

breathing hard, he collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you under his weight. both of your bodies spent, yet feeling so fulfilled. stroking his hair softly, the way he did with you, you repeat his words to him, and although you don't quite understand them, they feel right. he feels right, and you wouldn't trade this unknown feeling for anything in the world.

"i love you, caleb."

🍎 pomme's notes — clang clang clang clang (usb connect disconnect sound x81981789) . erm . Ya !

[himasgod]

HOUSEWARDENS X READER

Where you are mute PART 2

How would the housewardens act towards you if you were mute?

kalim, idia, vil and malleus.

Part one with riddle, leona, azul is on my profile <3

Kalim Al-Asim

For Kalim, the fact that you're mute doesn't change how much he enjoys being with you.

If there's anyone who's never had any prejudices about how people communicate, it's him.

From the very beginning, he treats you with the same warmth and enthusiasm as anyone else.

His reaction to learning that you can't speak is more curiosity than concern.

"That's amazing! So how do you communicate? Do you have a special method? Teach me, I want to learn!"

He's not immediately good at sign language because he's a bit slow with memory :( but that doesn't stop him from trying his best.

If you use another method, like writing or using expressions, Kalim adapts quickly because he's already someone who is very guided by emotions and gestures.

Something he loves about you is that, even though you don't speak, you express so much with your eyes and your smile. He finds it beautiful how your face conveys so much without words.

When he's really excited, he forgets that you can't answer him right away and talks nonstop, but as soon as he notices you need a moment to type or respond with signs, he waits patiently with a big smile.

"Oh, sorry! I got too excited again, didn't I? Hehe, it's okay! Take your time, I want to know what you think."

Because he's so expressive, it's easy for you to understand him without him having to say much.

Sometimes just by looking at him, you know exactly what he's feeling, and that makes him even more attached to you.

If someone makes an insensitive comment about your muteness, Kalim flies into a rage. He's not the type to get angry easily, but if someone disrespects you, you can see the serious glint in his eyes as he says,

"Don't ever talk like that again."

Overall, Kalim is the type of person who loves and understands beyond words, and being with you is proof of that.

Idia Shroud

When Idia finds out you're mute, his first thought is like

“Great! I don't have to worry about talking out loud all the time-”

It's not that it bothers him when people talk, but he's someone who hates forced social interactions and finds it stressful to have to respond constantly.

However, when he starts getting closer to you, he realizes something important: it's not that you don't talk, it's that you have a different way of communicating. And that intrigues him more than he thought.

If you use sign language, Idia feels clumsy trying to learn it.

His fingers are fast for games, but when he tries to sign, it feels like he's casting a weird spell with his fingers.

“Ugh, this is harder than learning to program in five different languages…”

But if you use a device to type or communicate in other ways, he feels much more comfortable.

He programs a personalized app that helps you type responses faster, or even a voice synthesizer if you ever need it.

At first, he gets nervous trying to interpret your expressions, but after spending so much time with you, he begins to understand you with just a glance.

"Hey, hey, … in this new game, there's a character who communicates without speaking, just like you! Want to see it? I'm sure you'll love it."

If someone ever makes a hurtful comment about your muteness, Idia first goes pale with fright, then red with fury, and then hacks their devices to play a cruel prank on them

No one messes with his special someone and gets away with it :>

He may not say it out loud, but Idia truly loves how you communicate without words. After all, the best connections don't always require sound.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil has always believed that elegance isn't just about appearance, but also about the way a person communicates and expresses themselves.

When he meets you and discovers you're mute, his first impression is fascination.

“How interesting… You speak without words. It's a unique and beautiful form of expression.”

If you use sign language, Vil learns it without difficulty. He has an excellent memory and is a perfectionist, so he masters it quickly.

If you communicate in other ways, such as with expressions or writing, he watches closely. He becomes adept at interpreting your emotions with just a glance.

He loves the way you convey so much with so little. Sometimes, when others are filling the air with unnecessary words, he looks at you and feels that the connection you have is purer and more genuine than any empty conversation.

When you're in public with him, he doesn't let anyone make you feel inferior for not speaking up.

If someone tries to belittle you, a single glance from him is enough to make them immediately shut up.

“You don't need words to prove your worth. Your presence speaks volumes.”

Malleus Draconia

For Malleus, the fact that you are mute is neither strange nor worrisome.

He himself has spent centuries surrounded by awkward silences and conversations filled with empty formalities.

In comparison, your presence is refreshing.

From the beginning, he takes a genuine interest in how you communicate.

If you use sign language, he learns quickly, and whether you prefer to write or use gestures, he adapts seamlessly.

He isn't someone who needs words to understand you. Over time, he develops a special sensitivity to your body language, to the point where he sometimes asks you something and, before you answer, he already knows the answer just by looking at you.

"You don't need to explain anything. I can see the answer in your eyes."

He loves the reassurance you bring. In a world where people always fear him or treat him with extreme formality, the fact that you can communicate without words gives him a special kind of intimacy he's never experienced before.

When you go for a walk together at night, the silence between you isn't awkward.

Sometimes he simply sits beside you and enjoys the feeling of company without needing to speak.

If anyone dares to belittle you or mock your muteness, his dark presence becomes crushing. Suddenly lightning illuminates the sky man, and his gaze turns icy.

"You dare disrespect someone so precious to me? How insolent."

He's a prince, but to you, he's just Malleus, someone who understands you beyond words.

[jewishvitya]

Before I got married, I was made to go to some kind of one on one lesson for religious girls about marriage. My husband had similar teachings from a rabbi. One of the things they taught us is very specific to our community and our branch, it's not some broad Jewish take, but it was basically this:

If the husband wants sex and the wife doesn't want to, that's a no.

If she wants sex and he doesn't, he still has to satisfy her.

By then I already had some minor presence in feminist spaces so I had the reaction of "wtf this isn't how consent works."

But this makes me think about how easy it could be to coerce a man with a religious stamp of approval. And not many people would think of this as a possibility or as something that needs addressing.

Which makes me think about how many people, both men and women, think that men always want it and men saying no isn't actually a serious line they're drawing.

Which makes me wonder how many men might have been coerced and pressured but would never call it what it is because they don't see it as a possibility for them to be victimized by women this way.

Which makes me think of gender essentialism and how it protects perpetrators because it makes us feel like for men it's in their nature so how can you hold them responsible and for women that they're not capable of this kind of abuse.

Which makes me wonder about the statistics we have of victims and perpetrators.

Which makes me very tired.

[artisiumstudios]

Holy shit this is so beautifully written

LIKE-

YES?!

Holy-

It’s like you read my mind.

Stanley calling ford dad definitely throws him for a loop because this is his BABY TWIN BROTHER calling him DAD. It’s such a big realization for ford to think how much the dynamic between Stan and ford is going to change. Now instead of Stan acting as ford’s protector, companion, best friend, and brother it’s ford who has to be the protector; the caregiver and the responsible adult in Stan’s life. He to raise his brother and hope he does a good job because he can’t imagine putting this Stan throw filbricks teachings. Not again.

Not after he already lost his brother once because of where those teachings lead them.

And to be honest, he actually enjoys taking care of Stanley. He enjoys seeing his baby (because sure Stan is still his brother but that’s also his baby now, that’s his son) growing up and discovering his interests, his personality, and just the world around him.

It makes Ford reflect back to his childhood and seeing how even in a different environment with a different upbringing Stan still seems to love the sea, still loves marine life, and still dreams of sailing one day. Except the difference is that unlike before it isn’t to escape a home or society, it’s to explore with his dad. (And if that doesn’t bring ford to tears I don’t know what does). Not to mention it makes Ford come to the understanding that while maybe their father had (semi) good intentions, the way he acted as a father was abusive. It makes him basically have to sneak into the library (he’s banned) just to read through every parenting book possible, it makes him suck up his misogyny (you can’t tell me he wasn’t even a little bit) and join their parenting group filled with women just to be the best father figure for Stan.

And yes he planned on telling Stan his origins, his purpose, how do you tell your son that? How do you tell him that the only reason he’s even here is because this universe’s version of him is dead because their father kicked him out and he ended up suffocating in the trunk of a car? How do you tell him that you lead your brother on because you were scared of his reaction about not wanting to sail the world with him? How do you tell him that the reason he was kicked out was because he broke your science project? How do you tell him that not once after being kicked out did you try to reach out, because you were angry and because you were scared?

How do you tell him that he’s meant to save the world and that you fear that you’re going to lose him again?

Ford can’t. He can’t do it no matter how many times his mind supplies that it’s the right thing to do and that Stanley deserves to know.

All he can do is be the parent his brother deserved to have. One that doesn’t link love with monetary value. One that isn’t afraid of affection and can hug, kiss, and be gentle with their child. One who can discipline without raising a hand, and one who listens and tries to be better everyday for their son.

And it works out, because now Stanley has a diagnosis (I love audhd Stan) and ford can adequately handle Stan’s behavior and learning process without their fathers ideals (Stanley was never stupid or a knucklehead, he was just wired differently). He knows how to help Stan with homework and he can speak with his teachers to get him the best education possible. He never once belittles Stan’s interests, but rather lets him indulge and even makes sure that Stan has everything he could possibly want (another flaw in his parenting style) but he can’t help it. Not when he sees Stan’s face light up every time they head to the beach for summer vacation, not when he pays to have a swim session with the sharks that costs a pretty penny (something else Filbrick would never do, especially if they hadn’t earned that penny), not when Stan filled sketchbooks upon sketchbooks of anomalies because he wants to mimic his dad.

Not when he knows their time is limited.

But that mixed with his overprotectiveness definitely causes a bit of conflict with Stan’s want for adventure and independence. (And if he sneaks out every once in a while, we’ll thank the gods Ford is a deep sleeper)

Stanley has an important role in the grand scheme of things, specifically saving the universe. His role is so crucial that if anything were to happen to him it could lead to not only the destruction of his universe, but also lead the destruction of others. So what would happen if Ford had lost Stanley somewhere during the ten years they spent apart, only for Ford to be met face to face with the time police and what appears to be 2 years old Stanley.

His ears feel muffled as he’s handed the toddler.

Death by asphyxiation

Trunk of the car

Far too late

Paradox

The child’s timeline was already gone

The fate of the universe

His hands

The baby coos in his arms babbling as he grabs Ford’s pinky.

[lucehe]

Magikey Event by @quartztwst !!!

Thank you for this beautiful idea I love this au a lot maybe we should make some Yuu company and overthrow Crowley's agency together 🫵

"The Shooting Star" --- Yuki Rei

Don't worry, no matter who you are, where you are, and what happened, Yuki will try her best to help you!

(Detailed infos below!)

Yuno's part

Settings:

The lovely little girl who got chosen to become the magical girl by Crowley. Of course she doesn't understand much about her new ability and power, she is only 5. But don't worry, Mr. Spider is willing to help her!

Mr. Spider teached her how to use that giant syringe, its a little scary at first, Yuki hates being poked by their sharp needles! But seeing her patients feel better after then, she felt happier and braver!

Mr. Spider also taught her, she just have to do her best to help people who is in pain. If anything happened, he will give her supports. She can rest and take a break if she wants to, Mr. Spider will give her some candies and cuddles.

Ability

1 - Let me help you!

Yuki always had the urge to help people, even when she was stressed.

Its a habit she get after her father turned into a monster.

She would used her giant syringe and heal her patients. No worries to the liquid inside, its all her pure love and care.

"Its just a little mini miny pain on your butt, sir. 3, 2, 1!"

2 - Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

After gaining the magikey, Yuki starting to see the little stars everywhere!

It can be on the street, in the air, around the flowers, everywhere thats beautiful.

Its hard to understand, but Yuki likes to collect them up, and put them carefully into her little bag.

When enemies were trying to attack people, she will throw these little stars to the enemies and hit them hard!

The stars would help her, making shiny lights and blind the enemies!

"Hehe, I did it again, thank you, little stars."

3 - Take a break, Yuki

It only happened in specific scenarios. Yuki always fought with the other heros since she is a supporter and healer.

However, when it comes with Yuki being separated from the group and unable protect herself, Mr. Spider will showed up and guard Yuki.

Not many people have seen Mr. Spider's human form yet, and everytime he and Mr. Crowley met, Mr. Spider will try to eat him (actually just to scare him and threaten this fuking crow)

"Don't worry Yuki, do you see the people over there? I'll come to find you ten minutes later, you can help them a little and eat some biscuits. Its blueberry flavour."

Bonus

Yuki's mother was horrified when she knew her daughter gained the magic key, as a single mother who raised her daughter alone, she can't do anything but watching Yuki doing her "responsibility".

The villains were acting more frequently recently, and the government will make these who have the ability to work, to fight for the weaks.

She is only 5, she will got hurt, she is just a innocent, naive little child

Yuki doesn't know her mother's fear, she is happy that she gain new powers that can save people.

Its her dream to be someone like a superhero, to be a cool doctor!

Maybe she can make new friends, maybe people will like her again, instead of thinking her as a criminal's daughter.

Her father used to be a cursed magikey user, yet he got corrupted and hurt so many people.

So she will fix all of these, she will change how people feel about her family, she will protect her mommy!

Yes, I will create one more post for Yuno.

I mean I love to see magical creatures protecting the magical girl or something

Its a lovely dynamic, and Im going to make that man unhinged

[lovemepartly]

smoking with namgyu ✩

warnings: drugs - smoking weed, vaping.

a/n: based off this request! honestly, smoking with namgyu would probably heal me lol. also, this is based on my own experiences, so i just want to note that drugs can react differently for everyone - what’s written here might not apply to how everyone feels or experiences them.

just a reminder - i’m not responsible for your actions, and this is just a fanfic. please stay safe! <3

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

you leaned your head back, resting against the park bench. you took a hit of namgyu’s pen, feeling the adrenaline coursing through your veins. as you drew it from your mouth, you coughed slightly, the sensation of the drug making your heart beat a little faster.

you looked over at your boyfriend, who had a smirk on his face as he watched you cough from the hit. there was something amusing to him about the way you stifled your coughs in an attempt to impress him. but he secretly loved nights like these with you, slowly ruining your innocence by letting you try his drugs - although, you’d always be his pretty little thing.

you happened to really like smoking with namgyu. weed relaxed him and made him softer, kinder towards you. it was when he drank that made him more aggressive and rowdy - but you really liked these nights with him.

you handed the pen back to him and he smiled, noticing your lipstick stains on it. he wouldn’t wipe them off. it was his way of letting the world know that he was yours - anyone else that would borrow the pen would see the stains of you.

he drew it to his mouth, taking a long hit and letting it settle in his lungs before blowing some of the smoke out. “you feeling it yet, darling?” he asked, pulling you closer to him. one arm draped around your shoulder and with the other he comfortably rested his hand on your thigh, tracing small circles with his fingers.

you rested your head on his shoulder. “mm, not sure.”

he laughed. “you’ll know when you feel it.” you watched as he put the pen away in his pocket and pulled out his vape. you had vaped a couple times - all with namgyu - and honestly, didn’t really like it. weed was relaxing to you, but nicotine only made you feel more anxious.

you watched as namgyu brought the vape to his mouth, inhaling the smoke, before blowing out three or four rings. you laughed and reached up to stroke his cheek, “i don’t know how you do that. it’s so cool.”

he smiled at you and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “want me to teach you a trick?”

you shook your head, “i don’t like that thing.”

“c’mon, baby,” he smirked. “let me at least blow smoke in your mouth.”

well, you couldn’t resist that offer. you nodded, smiling, and watched as he brought the vape to his mouth, inhaling deeply. his hands reached to cup your face, holding you softly and connecting your lips. he parted his mouth at the same time you did, and you felt the smoke pass from his mouth into yours. the sensation was unpleasant, as it always was, so you quickly pulled away, coughing.

namgyu only smirked and pressed another passionate kiss to your lips, his hand on the back of your neck to pull you closer. “do you feel it yet?” he murmured against your lips.

“yeah,” you replied. “i think i do.” your eyes were feeling heavy and your heart was beating faster, so you knew the weed was beginning to kick in.

“me too.” namgyu replied and his hand reached over to cup your cheek, placing a messy but passionate kiss to your lips. his tongue slipped into your mouth and he pulled you closer, one hand still cupping your face and the other slipping down to your hip.

when you pulled away, you noticed an older couple who was walking in the park give the two of you a disgusted look before scurrying off. you turned to look at namgyu and he smirked at you, making you giggle.

“we should probably head home, baby,” he murmured, standing up and grabbing your hand to pull you up.

your body was feeling heavy and tired as you got up from the park bench, and you let yourself nuzzle into namgyu’s side as he draped his arm over you, pulling you closer.

the walk home was quick, you and namgyu both too high to speak much. he would occasionally stop to point out mundane things to you, things he wouldn’t typically notice - “look, baby, the moon is so pretty tonight. is it a full moon?” or “these flowers are cool. i’ve never seen them before.” the silence was comfortable and as you entered your shared apartment, namgyu pulling you into a passionate kiss, you knew on nights like these that you could spend forever with him.

[notbojack]

Hello, hope you're doing well! I have a headcanon request :]

I was wondering if you could give your take on the Lin Kuei bros and an artistic MC/reader? Sorry if someone asked this already lol, I just thought the idea was interesting and fun!

Hi and ofc bbg 😍

I tried to include different art forms lol

Gifs/pics not from me

Lin kuei bros x artistic reader

Bi han

Hey (uncle Aaron rizz)

Starting off, I think he does secretly kinda likes art. Would he admit it? No, it's bi han duh. But he still would admire it subtly, despite saying it's a waste of time and that you could be training instead

Don't listen pookie he just jealous (lol)

Btw he would stand beside you to see what you're drawing. He definitely doesn't care about jumpscaring you, he'd say shit like "a Lin kuei warrior must always be on guards"

Bbg wants to see what you're drawing

Is it his business? No. Does he wonder what's in there? Yeah

This man DOES NOT care. He will look even if you try to hide it away from him

It's his responsibility to check up on his warriors after all

Well, at least that's what he said. Truth is he just wanted a peek of your sketches soo

He looks through your notebook, his expression impassive. He flips through the pages, seeing various drawings there. Honestly, he's impressed by this, but he doesn't quite say it.

"I suppose you have artistic skills, but don't mistake it. You still should be training"

Bi han is allergic to compliments or what?? Nah just kidding, he does congrats you, though still wanting you to be a warrior

But, if he finds you doing some sculpture, that'd a twinge different

I can imagine him walking by and just randomly seeing you sculpting something, his frown still on his face but interested

Especially if it's ice sculpture. Cuz, yk, that's kinda his element?

He'd be a sucker for that. Do an ice flower and it's a proposal

Just kidding (maybe)

The grandmaster eyes you as you carefully handle the ice cube, your expression concentrated. He doesn't say anything, he wouldn't want to distract you when you're focused

Then, he can see an ice flower slowly forming from what once was just an ice cube, amazed

The cryomancer cautiously inspect your work

"Again" he commands. Seems like he liked it. Be prepared though, he wants to make a whole bouquet of them

Kuai liang

I gotta start with saying, I don't think kuai liang is very inclined to art

It's not that he doesn't like it, he just doesn't care about it

But if he likes someone, he'd get interested in seeing what passions they may have

He's like "yes pookie you're doing a good job"

Jokes (maybe)

All that being said, I think he'd be fascinated to see you work through your passion. He always love people who stand in what they believe in ofc

I don't think he'd be too intrusive with it (*cough cough* bi han *cough cough*) but he'd still show that he's interested

Though I admit, I think he'd have a soft spot for literature

He's glad when he sees you writing. He does wonder, what are your thoughts you scribble down there? He wouldn't invade your privacy of course, the pyromancer would wait until you were ready to share your ponders with him

He always has admired how dedicated you were. He'd support you through your hobbies

So when the day comes that you show him what you wrote, he cherishes it. Dearly. Kuai liang knows how important it is for you and that it's precious

The ninja occasionally hums as he reads your writings, his eyes focused. When he finally looks at you, he relaxes. "I admire your bravery to show me your vulnerabilities. I won't forget it." He mutters "you shouldn't doubt yourself. It's beautiful." He says while looking at you. You can't properly see it but he's smiling beneath his mask.

Sorry got a little romantical here

I think he'd remotely be the same if he finds your painting

Though, to try and show interest to things you like, he asks you to teach him (lol)

I don't think this guy can hardly draw a stickman but he's trying

I think he'd just end up trying to draw a campfire. Emphasis on try

You see, Lin kuei aren't really trained to be artists so.. yeah, be indulgent

Hyperpigmentation type shi irl

"You've been painting for ten minutes, let me see the product.. is that a campfire? No, no it's nice! It's so nice! Oh.. it never looked better!" "I don't think it looks good-" "it is FANTASTIC!"

Tomas vrbada

Huh.. guys.. huh..

Just kidding

I think Tomas would be a little more inclined than his brothers in art. No he won't do a masterpiece, but it'd be better than for example kuai liang's painting

I can imagine him just being behind you looking at what you're scribbling. Stealthy like that. He's a ninja, he literally wouldn't make a sound, not wanting to startle you

Though one day he does muster up the courage to speak to you about your drawings. Smokey bear tries to sound casual but really he's kinda nervous

It'd be fun to draw with him. I mean, he can both take things seriously and play around, so you can expect him to lock in on drawing and then sketching something silly

He's like that

I think he'd be really impressed if yk.. you can build stuff or something. Like forgery or sum. Idk if it counts as art but idc

Tomas would always compliment your work and go to you if the clan needs something, like weapons or sum

I mean, you could do whatever and he'd still praise it

Or tease you like a little shit, depends on the day. All friendly banter though

He'd keep it if you gave him a drawing or something you built, treating it like a treasure

Tomas likes to keep things from his closed ones bc he's always scared of them dying like his previous family. He kept things that reminded him of his old family when they died to keep the memories alive

So in case something like that happens again, he has stuff to remember them in a positive light

Sorry I got a little depressed here

All that to say, the ninja would engage in your artistic hobbies

Heyyyy sorry I took long to write it. I literally have no excuses I just didn't feel like writing lol

[raatri]

I want to share a perspective that might make some of you uncomfortable, but I urge you to keep an open mind.

To all the elder sisters out there, especially those with younger brothers...be open with them. I have a younger brother and I make sure he grows up seeing women as human beings, not mysteries.

I ask him to grab my towel, my pads, or my clothes when I need them. If I’m changing my shirt and he sees my bra, I don’t rush to cover up like it's something shameful. I watch movies with him that introduce natural intimacy..not in an inappropriate way, but in a way that normalizes affection and prevents unhealthy curiosity. I never want him to grow into a man who objectifies or disrespects women just because he was kept in the dark about their realities.

But it’s not just about that. I make sure he knows how to cook, clean and take care of himself. When I cook for him, I ask him to help..peel garlic, chop an onion, fetch ingredients.. because I know if I don’t, he’ll grow up thinking the kitchen is a place for women. I get him to wash utensils, mop the floor, do the little things that build respect for labor, regardless of gender.

And I talk to him...really talk to him. I ask him questions that make him think, like, ‘Whose death would break you the most?’ He answered ‘Mom’ with tears in his eyes. That moment mattered. I let him know it's okay to feel, to cry, to be soft when the world tells him to be tough. I teach him not just to respect women, but to respect people. He’s very conventionally handsome and I don’t ever want him to become a man who takes advantage of that. I want him to be kind, empathetic and responsible.

And to the elder brothers out there..you can do this too. You can teach your younger siblings, especially your brothers, to be good men by being one yourself. Talk to them. Let them see you struggle, be vulnerable, be human. Be there for your sisters when they need help, when they’re in pain. Buy them pads, bring them chocolate on their periods, listen to them when they rant about life. Because good men don’t just happen..they are raised, they are taught and they learn by example.

Be that example.

[greensagephase]

@ridiculous-hibiscus Awwww, Hibi!! 🥹🥹

No, seriously, the vibes are so warm! It's just so incredibly cozy. I swear it feels like a still from one of those Christmas movies (a romcom xmas movie perhaps? 🤭🥹) because of the vibes. You captured the energy so beautifully!

And about the background, I could see that it looked different from the rest, but I didn't want to assume it was a photograph beneath it because either way, I loved the vision you went with. You've made me realize that I could actually try and use this method in the future as I continue my own drawing journey, so thank you for teaching me that!

Also, omg, I love that you used the dancing hearts (using 'dancing hearts' alone is chef's kiss, I love that!) as a way to foreshadow that! Like, that's so SWEET and THOUGHTFUL. Thank you for sharing your thought process behind it! I already loved the detail alone and now knowing the reasoning, even more! Also, I did notice that the tree was a little bare, but I suspected it was because they were in the middle of decorating it and about to make their clear ornaments :') (I wish we could do that for real with Miguel *sighs*)

Hibi... My heart can't take this, but I understand what you mean and I appreciate you sharing it!😭 I just sat here, observing the pic of the room (the before) for a few minutes and honestly (maybe I'm extra and too emotional), I felt an overwhelming loneliness looking at it. It feels like I'm looking at one of those fake rooms in furniture stores, void of any life. It's exactly what life was like for Miguel before Dulzura! And then looking at the after... The same space screams WARMTH, PEACE, COMFORT -- HOME -- and all because of one single person who has changed Miguel's life forever (I'm not ok right now 😭).

HIBI, HIBI, HIBI, HIBI!!! You want to make me cry, don't you? You think of me as Dulzura?

That is SO SWEET -- I'M ABOUT TO CRY, HIBI, BUT HAPPY TEARS! 🥹🥹💖💖 It means so much to me that you tried to represent me and that you think of me as Dulzura! Thank you for that and for sharing the fact with me, also, it's not strange at all! It's very kind and thoughtful of you. 💕 Also, thank you for the sweet compliments! 🥺

Girl, you nailed the moment so wonderfully! And Miguel!🥰🥰 I just want to cuddle with him on the couch (still)! Omg, I'm always so interested in learning how people imagine Miguel's scent, so thank you for sharing that! I'm gonna need to go and find something similar to what you've described, but I feel like I'm imagining it decently and if it's how I'm imagining it...

I just know he smells AMAZING! There's no doubt about that!

Awww, hehe! I'm touched that my response made you happy! It's always so sweet knowing I've at least made one person happy with me being here on tumblr🥹

Also, I try, Hibi! I don't want to disrespect anyone, so that's why I always ask artists first!💕

Wait, a possible fanart of the ice skating scene...?

That would be SO SWEET SJKDFJKDJOSI I would literally scream at the top of my lungs because that's literally my second favorite scene of this chapter! I would be over the moon, but no pressure at all, pookie, and please take care of yourself first!! 🫵🏼😤 I am honored that you've drawn this beautiful fanart and even considering doing another one, like, THANK YOU!!!😭

Thank you SO MUCH, pookie! This fanart truly means so much to me!🥹 I hope you're having a great evening so far and that you have a wonderful and restful weekend! 🫶🏼💖

p.s. I've never been in one either, hehe, I just did some research to get an idea of the layout. It's funny how many things we writers look up for our fics sometimes.💀 And awww, I swear you're too sweet with all these compliments, I'm seriously about to cry! But oof, I'm just so grateful to be able to write and share my writing, and that you guys enjoy it! It's my honor, truly ❤️

Hiii, Alondra! 👋 🥰 I finally got some time due to a break from work to make some fanart for NC! This is inspired by Ch 22 (tbh, there are so many art-worthy moments in that chapter, but I only have so much time) 🥹!

Note: I know they don't actually have both trees up in the same room, but I found a little stamp on IbisPaintX that looked holographic to me, so I included it to show you how I pictured the futuristic holographic tree with the little ornaments.

Also: I loved how Miguel's white cable knit sweater turned out. Still learning to paint and render, but our muses Dulzura and Miguel are helping me! 💞😍

Hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed reading your work, as always ❤️💙❤️💙

Love, Hibi 🫂

Hibi! What if I cry?!?!

THIS IS SO LOVELY, HIBI!!! 🥹🥹💖 The way the living room looks so COZY and WARM! I seriously love the way you decorated the space; from the couch to the coffee table to the curtains and art on the wall. The trees! I adore both so much and I love how you imagine the holographic tree! It looks so cute! I actually really love the little hearts effect, which I hadn’t thought about before, but would make so much sense for people to be able to add effects to their tree like raining hearts or stars, or something of the sort. That detail and the tree overall are so cute and cozy, Hibi! I appreciate you sharing your vision of it! 💕💕

Also, is this lovely girl your spidersona, or you? I know you said in a comment you've been struggling with your spidersona, too, so I'm curious if this is her, or it's you! Either way, she's so pretty and looks so sweet!🥹 I also love the expression on her face; she’s so immersed with the clear ornament and totally oblivious to the flustered Miguel at her side after calling him cute, haha!!🥹

Which by the way, FLUSTERED MIGUEL!!! AAAAAAAAA, I LOVE HIM SCRATCHING THE BACK OF HIS HEAD, HIS WIDE EYES, AND THE BLUSH ON HIS CHEEKS — SCREAMING FROM THE ROOFTOP!! And the freaking WHITE CABLE KNIT SWEATER — HIBI, YOU’VE BLESSED US!! 🥹🙏🏼 He looks so, so, so cute, handsome, toasty, and cuddly. 🥺😩 I just want to snuggle on the coach with him, head pressed to his chest and letting our warmth become one while I smell his comforting scent, augh! It turned out amazing, friend, you should 100% be happy (more than happy!!) with how the sweater turned out! It truly looks so cozy. I also want to talk about Miguel in his socks… WHY IS HE SO CUTE ?? 😭😭😭 It's such a small detail, but I feel like it further shows how comfy and open he is with Dulzura in their home (as best friends🙂). He just looks so freaking homey!🥺🥺

Also, the two coffee mugs! This is literally me when you guys include them in your art:

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS PRECIOUS FANART, HIBI!!! I swear it makes me want to go and read part 22 and pretend it's December and not March because the vibes in your art are pure peace, coziness, tenderness, and warmth!! ✨️🎄🎁🥹 It means so much to me that you drew this on your free time, too, seriously, thank you!! 😭🥺 I most definitely enjoy and LOVE this fanart, pookie! There's no way I don't!

I want to ask :)) Is it okay if I link this post to the NC fanart post and tag you on it? Please let me know if you're OK with that! I would love to add this beautiful fanart and you to the post! 🥰🥹

Thank you so much, Hibi! As always, I'm so grateful and honored that my fic inspires you guys to draw and that you feel comfortable to share it with me! 🥹 I swear, just thinking about it makes me want to cry each time. 😭I'm sending you a big and warm virtual hug right now!! Please take care and rest my dear, Hibi! 🫂💖

Alondra❤️

p.s. the penthouse is such a vibe, Hibi. Wishing I was there right now with our favorite Spider-Man 🥹💕

[ananke-xiii]

I think the only thing I'll never change my mind about SPN is that I moderately enjoy Bobby (until he's alive at least, after that I wish they had just stopped but no, I was stuck with the ghost of Bobby past and the ghost of Bobby AU forever) but I'll never agree to see him as the "Good Father Figure" that fandom (heavily fuelled by canon, I have to admit, it's not a fanon thing or something like that) makes him out to be. And I say "fandom" because, while it makes sense for the characters to see Bobby as "Good Father", I'm very limited in my understanding as to why people usually don't question this view and take it at face value.

And I blame "Death's Door" for this because, on one hand, the "death is a door/ the door of death" concept is something that I deeply, deeply ADORE so this ep. is just SOOO enjoyable to watch. And, also, the implications that whatever you didn't deal with in life you'll have to deal with in death? This is my jam, LOooOOOoooVE this. Not only do we get to see Bobby's GIGANTIC trauma but we get to see it via him re-living it? Uhm, yes, more of this, thanks.

On the other hand, the bad: side characters' backstories that become really interesting only before they die is a meh for me. I can't make myself like this type of overly-emotional writing cop-out so this is a me-problem. Well, the other thing is also a me-problem, lol: Bobby's death reframes his life as "worthy" because he was "a good father to two heroes" or whatever he says in the episode and to me this is very boring. It shouldn't be, because it's a noble and wonderful thing, I just find it boring precisely because of what the episode has just showed me, i.e. Bobby's HUUUUGE trauma. As far as I see it, you can't explain trauma away like that. It's a very mediocre view of healing from trauma but still understandable from a writing pov because, well, Bobby is a side character and his death his functional to the main characters' story, sadly. But my point is that it could've been so without the resolution of his, I repeat, BIIIIG trauma thanks to him rejecting his own father's accusations by saying that, after all, he did something good with his life and this something was Sam and Dean. I think Bobby should have had his own moment there, face to face with the fictionalized version of his father but should've engaged with him differently. We had 6 seasons of implied parent-child relationship between Bobby and Sam and Dean, this extra glorification wasn't necessary, imo.

It's this over-explanation that bores me and it's also, I think, a huge factor in how lots of people seem to interpret Bobby as this "Good Father" type which he, let's just say it, isn't. And it's totally okay because that's the core of his character! Like, he was a deeply traumatized man who was aware enough of his own issues to decide that having children wasn't for him and this decision caused him (and Karen, his wife) some big problems. And then, and theeeeen, after tragedy hits him again, he finds out that, yk what? perhaps not only does he LIKE being a father, he'd also make, probably, a good father. But he's not. We think he's good because compared to John anything and anyone are better parents than him. The bar is in hell (lol) and all that. And because the show itself can't really imagine what being a good father actually means. Like, in SPN playing baseball and learning how to drive are portrayed as peak father-son moments but they're definitely not. They can be but, per se and without context, they're not, they're just conventionally accepted images of what a "good father" is supposed to do with his son.

It's, of course, way, waaaaaaaaay more complex than this but, essentially, a "good father" is "just" a parent who Loves his children. But, like, the very first STEP you need to take in order to be able to Love your children is to start working toward loving your inner child, which is another way of saying that you have to give yourself the Love you haven't received or, at least, some grace. Which is WEEEERK, loads and loads and loads of it. And this is impossible on Supernatural, duh, because it's the self-loathing people show where the "work" they have to do is something else entirely and it's more like a "job". But they went SOOOO close to get this in "Death's Door", all they had to do was for adult Bobby not to confront his own, imagined father but to hug himself as the scared little child he was. That was it. That would've been a huuuuuuge first step for the show as a whole.

So, to me, Bobby couldn't actually be a "good" father because he hadn't resolved his deep, deeeeeep, immeeense trauma that he brought to his DEATH. But the interesting thing about him is that he could have been a great father. It's the unexplored potentiality that makes him compelling and quite tragic, frankly. I mean, he's "The One Who Tried To Do The Very, Veeeery Minimum At Least" and that's actually already a lot in that show.

This, thiiiiiiiis I like. So this is the Bobby that I moderately enjoy.

[divine0]

i dont even want a dick i just wish i was born withone so people would stop seeing me as a girl

[idiaa-shroxd]

Unfortunately I don't play Genshin anymore due to storage problems BUT IM ALSO A WANDERER MAIN LMAO AND OMFG THANK YOY VERY MUCH FOR THE COMPLIMENT COMING FROM SOMEONE WHO'S ONE OF MY FAV AUTHORS AND YES FARUZAN SUPREMACY AAAAAAAAAAA ILY SM<333

I'm literally going crazy bc you replied to my crazed fan ask HAHAHAHAHA

\(//∇//)\ i am definitely not responding late!! i perceive time like a normal human would.. and that’s so crazy!! ♡

i have loved wanderer since maybe my first time hearing his existence?? i’m not a day-one-er but quite close! so glad he did not get signora’d. if you play on mobile you can try deleting the app and redownloading because the clear old files option doesn’t actually clear everything, and sometimes a redownload may be able to fit within your storage! i absolutely adore faruzan though!! peak character design even if she is genshin’s hatsune miku, not complaining though i think her glass looking dress-skirt is amazing. (*´∀`)♪

i’m happy to be able to talk and respond to people!! getting asks just talking to me or people sending things like how they think my writing style is pretty makes me super happy!! so i’m equally as fanboy-ing when you and others talk to me!! ╰(*´︶`*)╯

[snekdood]

i love my gma but man I really wish she didn't take on Every Household Responsibility Ever growing up bc she did for a long time take care of my cat for me, which I think is partially why hes such a loud demanding asshole who thinks hes owed the world because she has a tendency to let people (and sub-sequentially animals) walk all over her .-.

[holeforzenin]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ UNCLE KENTO.

Tw - a bit dubcon, vibrator usage, age gap. Idk what this is. Not proofread

Dad’s best friend Kento pressing the pink vibrator that he found hidden inside your drawer flushed against your swollen clit while you’re sitting on his stiff cock. He’s buried all the way inside of your cramped cunt— filling up every existing space to the brim.

You can feel his plump, mushroom-shaped tip expertly pressing and rubbing against your sensitive g-spot as he places gentle kisses on your temple, urging you to stay quiet or else your parents will hear from the other room.

“Nanami… it feels weird—“ you whimpered softly, You stared down at the buzzing wand that’s assaulting your poor clit— the vibrating sensation making your legs tingled because of how overwhelming it felt along with his cock molding your insides at the same time. It was nothing that you’ve felt before.

It was quite embarrassing to have your dad’s best friend seeing you all exposed like this, considering how close and familiar Kento has always been with you and your parents. He’s practically like family so It made you rather, shy.

You slightly squirmed on his big lap, feeling his hard muscles tense in response, causing him to let out a low guttural groan before he quickly cleared his throat because of the sudden movement of your velvet walls contracting around his sensitive cock.

“Nanami? I’m sure your father raised you better than to call your elders by their name like that” he uttered sternly, almost sounding disappointed as he increased the vibrator’s intensity. “It’s Uncle to you, Darlin’.. Uncle Kento”.

Your head unwittingly collided with his firm chest, jolting you with the overwhelming scent of his minty, expensive cologne that clouded your senses. “S-sorry uncle!” You stammered as you sheepishly apologized to your uncle, prompting a fond chuckle from him because of how adoringly cute you are. So respectful and sweet.

He never intended to disrespect your father in this manner, having his needy cock cockwarmed by his daughter's tight, warm pussy and completely stretching and ruining it for any other man but what he’s doing isn’t entirely wrong… at least he’s someone your dad trusted and knows, that’s poking deep inside your cunny and not some young, stupid dude that would take advantage of a sweet girl like you.

He always thought you were a pretty little thing, always so nice and respectful— offering him his favorite green tea and the delicious cookies you baked every time he visited your home. Your thoughtfulness towards him never went unnoticed; You’re so precious to him so it’s only safe if your first time is with someone as mature and experienced as him. Someone who will be gentle and handle you like a fragile rose petal.

He never intended to accidentally stumble across the vibrator while he was searching for your charger in your drawer. You were in the shower, and he was staying over at your place for the night, so he required a charger and your dad told him that he could burrow yours. But he just couldn't ignore the pink wand poking from between your clothes. It caught his eye.

To his horror, you weren’t as innocent and pure as he once thought you were but that’s okay because it’s all for him. Uncle Kento will take good care of you.

He’s planning on teaching you about a lot of things, first starting with how to properly use the vibrator and taking his fat cock, both at the same time.

[whirlybirbs]

— CAN'T WE BE SEVENTEEN? ; shoto todoroki ; 焦凍

summary: he's loved you since he was seventeen. pairing: f!reader x pro hero!shoto ; reader was a 1-A student tags: mutual pining, heavy make-out, thinly veiled sugar daddy shoto, reader does not go pro, touya might be a dick but he's a hero now, shoto is bad at feelings wordcount: 5.6k a/n: i do not fucking know what came over me, enjoy your food my little todorokinas. yes the title is what you think it is. no i will not elaborate.

You never did go pro.

Truthfully, you thought there would be more pushback when, in your senior year, you announced your plan to pursue a degree in early childhood education with a focus on non-conforming quirk development. 

The War changed a lot. It changed you, your classmates, and the world. But, through it all one thing stuck with you:

What if someone helped Tenko Shimura?

How different would his life have been? How different would history have spun? 

You graduated at the top of your class and joined the faculty at Chiba Prefectural Preparatory School for Quirk Specialties two years ago. 

Chiba Prep was opened eight years ago in response to a societal cry for more infrastructure around what was dubbed "non-conforming quirks": a nice way to say quirks that can injure, maim, or kill. Maybe even all three on a bad day. Some parents still see their child being labeled as a non-conforming quirk user in the national database as akin to social suicide. 

You see it differently.

Your quirk allows you to manipulate emotions — anger, sadness, betrayal, love, hatred. If you can feel it, you can sink it into another's psyche deep enough to drive them to act. You can even imbue things with feelings. For example, a cup of warm milk can transform into more than just a simple comfort, now it can hold the feeling of home and safety, or even exhaustion strong enough to put even the biggest foe to rest. 

You could easily use your quirk with nefarious intent. 

You could steep hatred in someone's bone so deep it drives them to harm themselves. You could sew fury so solid into someone's mind it drives them to violence. 

Just a touch and you can control others with something so intrinsically personal it only exists within themselves: their feelings.

What makes you any different from little Asuke, a shy little girl with a quirk that allows her to see people's greatest fears, and then manifest and control them? You're convinced she can use this for good, if only with practice. In your mind, her future is bright and glimmering. Perhaps she will become a therapist, focusing on exposure therapy? Or, maybe the most prolific horror novelist in their time? 

Or, bright and sunny Tao — a transplant whose parents sought out Chiba Prep's specialized education — whose heteromorphic quirk makes his bodily fluids, namely saliva, eat through nearly anything but his own biologics. A sneeze is quickly the most dangerous thing in the world for the cheery, lizard-bodied class clown. 

He's just a boy given a quirk that needs more care. 

He isn't a villain-in-training. 

None of them are.

It's important to teach them that young — and as their teacher for Year 3 of their elementary schooling, you aim to hammer that in as much as possible. They deserve to feel normal. To feel loved and supported. They aren't scary, they're children. 

So, you take it upon yourself to insist on pushing for privileges like field trips. There aren't many public spaces that welcome the classes of Chiba Prep with open arms. Over the years, there have been plenty of incidents. But, a day trip into the city to visit Tokyo's Hall of Heroes is green-lit with bubbling excitement from both faculty, the children, and their parents. 

You usually keep your history as a graduated member of Class 1-A quiet. 

After all, you never did go pro.

And even still, Shoto Todoroki never stopped thinking about you.

He remembers that weekend everyone moved back in for their last year before graduation. He remembers you smiling at him, and helping him drag up a duffel of luggage from the common room to his dorm. You made a joke about how you're sure he got taller over the summer, and how his hair is longer now. You said you liked it. 

It was the beginning of the end, then.

His crush was a silent, smothering thing. It made it hard to think. Shoto had enough on his plate thanks to Touya's acceptance into the Villain Rehabilitation Program and his father's insistence on staving off retirement. Not to mention his parent's divorce — no matter how amicable, it was still a separation. Add on training, tests, studying, finals, and j-term classes... And a desperate, writhing, burning crush on the nicest girl in class? 

Touya's elbow digs into Shoto's side.

It drags him back to reality — to the stifled quiet of the historical Hall of Heroes. 

Suddenly, the doors to the wing squeak open, and a tour guide ushers in the elementary school class. The buzzing excitement and wonder are visible on each of their faces as the attendant — one of the HoH's lead tour guides — excitedly explains the newest, in-progress addition to the Hall:

Endeavor's wing. 

There's a whisper of awe that ripples through the children as their teacher and co-teacher follow, and as the class moves through the large, open space. They're staring up eagerly at the gilded statue in the center of the room. It's larger than life and intimidating. Years ago, Shoto might have had to fight the odd tremble in his knees at the reminder it brings: to be small in his father's shadow again. But, things are different now. 

Very different.

Touya scoffs. "I thought this wing wasn't open to the public yet."

"They're just children," Shoto hums, turning his back on the gaggle across the way to inspect the large mural winding along the back end of the installation, "I'm sure it's—"

"Oh, ho, no way!"

Shoto quirks his brow at his brother's outburst. His elbow digs into Shoto's ribs again. 

"Ain't that the pretty girl you never got the balls to ask out your senior year?" comes the rasped drawl of his older brother's voice. Touya is clearly amused, his white hair hanging in his eyes as he leans forward to squint, "She is cute, Sho'—"

"Shut up," Shoto grits, turning his head over his shoulder; he tries to bite back the flurry of nerves that ignite in his gut, "Stop talking."

It is you.

You look... good. 

Happy. 

You're crouched by a small, timid girl in the back of the crowd. Your hand is in hers, and you're pointing upwards at the large paneled screens replaying Endeavor's most historic fights. You're explaining something to her, your knees bent as you squat. You look... the same. As if in the six years since they graduated, you sat still in time. 

For a second, it's like he's seventeen again.

It's his senior year, and he's stuck at the corner of the gym's edge with a half-empty glass of punch in his hand. The lights are low, and there's slow music playing. His tie feels too tight. Bakugo keeps telling him to 'ask her to dance already', and Kirishima is considering bashing his head through the wall. Even Midorya is trying to persuade Shoto. 

"It's prom, man! C'mon, this could be your last chance—"

Touya is about to be a real pain in the ass — his favorite pastime — and make some comment about your ass, but when he turns to lob the one-liner at his baby brother, Shoto's gone.

Shoto is on the move.

The crescendo of gasps draws your attention first.

Then, the cry of "WOAH, IT'S SHOTO!" leaves you dumbfounded. The rippling murmur of excitement bleeds into the children as their eyes — and the eyes of the tour guide — widen at the sight of the approaching Pro Hero. 

Shoto Todoroki.

He looks... good. 

Really good.

He's a bit older, and a bit more filled out than when you were both teenagers. You can see the strength in his arms and shoulders — it's a distant echo of his father's physique, though Shoto is so much more elegant and much... prettier. He's always been.

For a second, you're seventeen again.

It's your senior year, and you're sprawled across Momo Yaoyorozu's bed.

They had finally wrangled out of you who your crush was: something they hadn't been able to do in all their years as classmates.

There's a sticky, Miss Midnight-themed face mask clinging to your expression as you try to flip through the large magazine in your hands as nonchalantly as possible. Mina's voice, as she paints Ochaco's nails a bright pink on the floor, is sweet and saccharine as she looks up at you.

"I think you and Shoto would be, like, the cutest couple ever." 

You're still crouched when the tour guide nervously — like she was caught doing something naughty — introduces The Pro Hero Shoto to the already-aware crowd of elementary school students and their teachers. It's like igniting a match; the uproar of excitement leaves you laughing as three of your boys push forward to bombard him with questions about his quirk. 

Asuke is smiling shyly, now. That's a small win. She's intrigued by the appearance of a real hero, not the "scary statues" — and her big, fat tears stopped rolling the moment you laid a gentle hand on her to quell her anxiety over the new environment with a push of comfort through your quirk. She unhooks her pinkie finger from yours as you guide her towards your co-teacher. 

"Boys," you call with a crisp air of authority as you stand and lead Asuke toward the bulk of the field trip group, "What have we learned about personal space?"

"It's fine, really, Insight," comes Shoto's voice; as warm and placid as you remember. 

"Insight?" mutters your co-teacher at the presumed hero-name; a look of confusion plasters itself on her face, and her big, feline ears perk up. She leans in to whisper in a way that borders on conspiratory, "Do you two know one another?"

"Old classmates," you confirm, not daring to get into the finer details.

Shoto's attention is entirely rooted in the way you manage the kids. There's something beautiful about the ease with which you handle the bouquet of students; you quell the excitement into a manageable decibel like it's as easy as breathing. 

"Shoto," you start as you gesture to him, "Has a very special quirk — Toyamai, he has ice like you. And, fire like Tojiro. He can regulate his temperature. Can anyone tell me what that means?"

There's a wave of hands shooting up, a few me, me, me's rise from the gaggle. 

You're using him as a teaching moment.

Shoto's smile is soft.

You nod at Ogomi, excitedly nodding as the reserved child speaks up. Normally, he hates public speaking. But, recently, he's started working with the speech pathologist during lunch. The boy bounces a little as he answers. "He doesn't g-get too hot, or too c-cold."

"Exactly! Isn't that cool?" you grin at the lazy attempt at a pun, "This is why it's important to learn about our quirks as much as we can!"

Touya thinks this whole thing is just too cute. 

You're different than he remembers — but, granted, things were sorta different last time he saw you. He was a little too busy tryna kill his old man and lil' Shoto. He's different now, too. A changed man! A real licensed hero. Support items and all. 

He hangs back. 

He... I mean, he is a jack-ass but he isn't gonna ruin this for Shoto. 

...It's kinda cute.

Just about as cute as Fuyumi said it was. 

Apparently, Shoto had opened up to her and Natsuo about his feelings after graduation — about how he regretted not doing anything about it. Fuyumi then told their mum, who then off-handedly mentioned it to Touya... and well Touya dug in because, duh, he is a whore for good gossip. He might be the family's black sheep, but Shoto is the glue that binds. 

And he deserves to be happy.

Your co-teacher is ushering the kids to the next installation — a viewing of All Might's Legacy, a new documentary following the retired pro's teaching career. It will be a good wind down for them, in comfy seats and the dark. It's hardly the sort of content an elementary school student would find riveting, but it is All Might. And they love him.

You hang back. 

Shoto's heart is hammering in his chest.

"Hey."

"Hi," you greet back, closing the door to the theater and stepping forward as you weave your arms around you, "Long time no see."

"Yea," Shoto breathes, his hands in his pockets as he meets you halfway across the museum's marble floors, "I... I see you're teaching."

His eyes are as pretty as they were back then. Slate grey and piercing turquoise. "I'm in my second year," you confirm softly, fiddling with the material of your sweater, "Congrats to your old man."

You gesture up at the statue, then wave around to the rest of the installation.

Shoto inhales, then nods; he's staring at your face, blissfully realizing you're just the way you were all those years ago. Kind. "I'll pass it along."

"How's he handling it?" you ask, your eyes raking across his expression and trying not to stick to the sharp slope of his jaw, or the bob of his Adam's apple, "Retirement, I mean."

"He's happy, I think. Touya and I are working together and... things are...  good."

Last month, Endeavor finally retired. He cited his age, and his dedication to passing his legacy to his two sons: Shoto and Touya. Shoto has planted himself firmly within the Top Ten in the last year or so, and shockingly, Touya isn't far behind. People love an underdog's redemption story, you suppose. 

And the underdog in question can read a room. 

This is getting a little too sexually tense for even him.

"Heeeeey, girl," he rasps out, staggering backward with a thumb over his shoulder, "Nice t' see ya. I'll let you two catch up, yea? I'm gonna go pop my head into the theater, see how the kids are handling the snooze fest on screen—"

You jump.

How long has he even been there?

"Hi, D— Touya," you strain, wincing a little; the rehab'd villain doesn't seem to mind.

"Hi, teach'. That cool with you?" he asks, wobbling his thumb and quirking a pierced eyebrow; it's comical, like he's trying to disarm you with humor, "Don't want you thinkin' I'm corrupting your youths—"

"It's fine," you breathe, ignoring the sting of age-old mistrust. You know better. Shoto wouldn't be here, with him, if Touya Todoroki hadn't changed. Endeavor wouldn't be entrusting his legacy to the ex-League of Villain member if he didn't believe in his capacity for good, "Just don't be disruptive."

Casting judgment on someone whose life was nearly destroyed by his own non-conforming quirk would go against everything you taught the kids anyway.

"Touya's whole thing is being disruptive," Shoto grits as his oldest brother slips silently through the doors, "I apologize for him—"

"No," you wave him off, laughing a little, "Don't. It's... nice to see you two together."

Shoto's expression is soft as he wanders a little closer. "It took time — and a lot of therapy — but we've all managed to come out the other side."

"That's great to hear, Shoto," you breathe, your eyes flitting across his face, "I'm really happy for you."

There's a long silence, then — and you can't help but ignore the roil of butterflies in your stomach. The eye contact is heavy with some unspoken thing, and both of your tongues are weighted by secrets-never-turned-confessions. 

It's like finally this dance you've been doing around one another for years breaks — and the two of you throw caution to the wind at the exact same moment. 

"Would you like to—"

"Are you free—"

Hesitant, slow grins bloom on both your faces.

"Dinner?" is all he manages after a sweet moment of soaking up your soft smile, "If you're available...?"

You make yourself available.

Yaoyorozu almost dies when you call her that night — winded from tearing through your entire wardrobe. You explained you had nothing to wear a-and you needed something nice, and you only have an hour to get ready, because Todoroki — yes, stop screaming, Todoroki — is picking you up at 8pm.

Little bro is nervous. Touya can tell. 

From his spot on the sofa, the white-haired ex-degenerate scoffs. Natsuo is digging around for some cufflinks in Shoto's dresser.

"Seriously, Sho'? A suit?" 

"It's a nice restaurant," his brother says tightly, adjusting the collar of the black button-down, "I booked the upstairs dining room for privacy." 

"Who the hell told you t' do that?" Touya quirks a skeptical brow.

"Father was the one who suggested it."

"...That old dog." 

Natsuo rolls his eyes at the exchange before throwing his hands as he emerges from the closet. "Do you have any links that aren't emblazoned with U.A. High School's crest?"

The ones in Natsuo's hands have his graduation year on them.

Shoto winces.

"Want me to ask dear ol' dog of a dad?" Touya snarks from the corner, his posture becoming less and less upright as he scrolls on his phone.

"Already did," comes the soft voice of Fuyumi; she's smiling, padding into Shoto's room with a velvet box, "He offered up his nicest pair. He also says not to screw it up with Insight. He likes her."

Of course, he likes her. You worked under Endeavor for a brief work-study period during your third year. Shoto remembers hearing grumbled praise over dinner one night about your talent for de-escalation.

"You told him who I was seeing?" Shoto asks incredulously, taking the box and working the cufflinks on. He's starting to feel exasperated.

Fuyumi nods, popping down beside Touya. 

"He asked. I'm not gonna lie to him."

"Did y' tell ma?" Touya rasps, peeking up over his phone to inspect Shoto's outfit. Not half bad, honestly. He looks good in all black. A man after his own heart, "M'sure she's gonna be real excited—"

"Yes," Shoto grumbles, "I called her earlier—"

"Chiba Prep is a really good school, y'know," Natsuo buts in as he tries to find a tie that matches Shoto's outfit. Ultimately, though, the middle brother decides against it and tosses the options over his shoulder, "They're, like, on the leading edge for quirk therapies."

"Hey, nerd? Quiet down. The big kids are gossiping," Touya shirks, turning back to Shoto, "What did mum say?" 

"She wants me to call her after—"

"One, you're gonna call mum the morning after," Touya raises a finger, "Because if you don't get laid, I'll be so fuckin' disap—"

Fuyumi slaps Touya's chest. He lets out a pained yelp at the solid smack.

"Uh, ow," he rubs his sternum. "An' two, take a deep breath. You look like you're gonna shit yourself. Those are my pants and they're expensive."

Shoto lets out a long breath. 

Fuyumi's smile is sweet like honey. "Aw, Sho'! It's gonna go great. You two have known each other for such a long time, and catching up is going to be amazing. Just be yourself! Confident and kind—"

"—Hold the door open for her, and pull her chair out," Natsuo adds as he adjusts Shoto's collar for him, "Car door, too—"

It's Touya's turn. He's dead serious. "—And do not chicken out on kissing her at the end of the night. I swear to god."

Easier said than done.

You never did go pro.

Those years of hardened battle instincts have lost their edge. You try to remind yourself this is just Shoto, not The Shoto — but you're a little lost in the whole celebrity of it all when he picks you up in a very nice, sporty little car with ENDVRplates. 

You answer the door and he forgets how to breathe.

He has flowers for you. They're blue and blooming and beautiful. 

Fuyumi's contribution. 

You settled then you were going to kiss him at the end of the night.

The restaurant is... nice. Really nice. The sort of nice you could never aspire to experience on your teacher's salary. Even the valet is a concept that has your head spinning. But, Shoto handles it all with cool ease. The entire time, his hand is settled on your lower back. 

It feels like you've been lit on fire.

You're glad Momo was able to create a dress fitting for the occasion. It's sleek and black. Comfortable, too. Not much can be said for your heels on that front, but it's fine. 

Somehow, Shoto managed to book the entire upper floor of this place in all its glimmering glory — it's just the two of you alone in a sea of tables. 

The waiter is pouring you a glass of the chef's suggested pairing of sake.

You thank him, smile, and take a sip as Shoto unbuttons his suit jacket and watches you. 

For a second, you're seventeen again.

Sero and Kirishima were always in cahoots when it came to parties back then — somehow, between the two of them, they always managed to smuggle enough booze onto campus to obliterate any semblance of promised sobriety from even the most stoic members of 1-A. 

You remember one night, after a lot of hounding, you finally gave in and joined a few of your classmates on the back lawn for a few drinks. 

A few beers turned into a cup or two of wine, and then another big gulp of whatever deranged jungle juice concoction Kaminiari managed to cook up. It tasted terrible, but you were too drunk to really care. Shoto was no better. He was nursing his fourth drink of the night — a rarity he was even drinking at all — and seemed completely fine with the way your arms brushed as the two of you sat close in the grass. 

He was always so nervous around you. Now, he just seemed... happy. 

"I can't believe there is only one week left until graduation."

Graduation day was the last time you saw him. 

Until this morning, that is. 

You smile into your drink. 

"What?" you ask when his eyes never leave your face.

His fingers twitch towards his own glass. Shoto blinks, then rolls his jaw. He was caught staring. He clears his throat, looking a bit shy. "Nothing."

"Nothing?" you press playfully, cocking your head to the side.

"You..." he starts, then bawks. You're stunning, and it's making it hard to even think straight. He thought these feelings might have mellowed out over the years but seeing you again has just reignited everything. He feels like a hormonal teenager again, "You look beautiful."

Your expression falters into something lovesick. You chew your lip. "You're not so bad yourself, Todoroki."

He manages a half-smile. "Touya had me worried the suit was a bit much."

The idea of Touya offering him advice on his outfit strikes a chord in your heart. It makes you smile even bigger than before. "Well, you can tell Touya that I like it. A lot."

You rake your eyes up and down him. On purpose.

He notices.

Shoto's face feels hot. 

He tries to shake the bone-deep want that has swept his entire body up in its grip, but it's difficult when every single word out of your mouth reminds him just how in love he was with you back in school. You explain, excitedly, why you chose to teach at Chiba Prefectural Prep and catch him up on where you've been living since graduating. He's pleased to learn you're still in the area, living in the city, and decidedly in love with the commute to the school. 

Shoto's always been a good listener — but you can see how much he's changed when he begins to speak about his career. He seems so much more sure of himself than he was all those years ago. It wasn't that he was... unsure... but, no. He was shy. Quiet.

Now, less so. 

It's adorable. 

Dinner comes and goes with conversation over sushi that is far too good for you to even process. It's easy talking to him. It was easy talking to Shoto back, then, too but... Things are different. You're both different. Not in a bad way, but in a way that feels like coming home. 

While you both wait outside for the valet, Shoto shrugs his jacket off and puts it over your shoulders without a single word. Suddenly, you're cradled in a warmth that's very Shoto — his cologne clings to the collar and you bury yourself a little deeper into it. 

Shyly, you step closer and steal his hand. It's calloused and warm. He laced his fingers with yours as if practiced. You bite back a grin. You give his hand a little squeeze when you spot the car coming around the corner.

His silence is calming — and he squeezes your hand back. When you look up at him, you realize he's already looking at you. 

His face is close. It's so... intimate. Very. Nearly better than a kiss. 

But, you've wanted to kiss Shoto Todoroki since you were seventeen. 

The valet driver interrupts the moment with a respectful call of Shoto's name and offers the keys with a shake of the hand. With a little bit of hesitancy, Shoto remembers the thing Natsuo said — the car door, too — and moves around the passenger side to open the door for you. 

It's sweet.

Really sweet. 

The car ride back to your apartment is punctuated with easy conversation — you ask him about Bakugo and Midorya, and you're pleased to hear they're both doing well. He asks about Momo, and if you still keep in touch with Mina and Ochaco. He smiles to himself when you admit you did call Momo for help with an outfit. 

"She did a beautiful job," Shoto breathes, a palm moving from the gear shift to brush over the dress' fabric on your thigh.

His hand settles there. 

Your stomach does a flip. 

You chew your lip, swallow down a sudden burst of nerves, and let your hand rest over his. You squeeze it. Shoto tries to focus on the road. His gaze drifts for a moment at a red light, his heterochromatic eyes dancing across your figure. 

Keep it together. 

He isn't seventeen.

He's twenty-five. He's a Professional Hero. One of the Top Ten in all of Japan. He's more than capable of keeping it together in the face of physical touch from the woman he's dreamed about for years. 

...Right?

Green light.

His hand is still on your thigh when he pulls up to your apartment. 

The touch is relinquished in favor of putting the sports car in park. 

It makes your chest ache.

Shoto swallows thickly.

Do not chicken out on kissing her at the end of the night.

He'll never forgive himself. But, admittedly, he's bad at this. He's not good at reading body language, or even knowing himself enough to realize he looks mildly terrified as you blink up at him in the passenger's seat. His heart is hammering a mile a minute.

What if you don't want to kiss him?

When would he even kiss you? Now? Or at the door?

Why does he feel like he's going to die?

"This was really... Shoto, are you okay?" you ask as you unbuckle your seatbelt; you pause, your brows knitting tightly. 

"What?" he asks, blinking back to the present moment. The look of fear disappears, "Sorry. Yes. I'm fine."

You're working his jacket off your shoulders, gently leaning to fold it neatly in your lap. Your voice dips low, into something playful. "You didn't look fine..."

"I—" Shoto clamps his mouth shut as he leans an elbow on the center console, "Sorry. I suppose I'm just nervous."

"Nervous?" you grin, a little giggle punctuating your words as you wriggle in the red, leather seat, "Why?"

Your expression makes his expression crack. He ducks his head as he huffs out a laugh. You continue to egg him on via expression alone. "I... Stop it."

"Stop what?" you push some more, your back pressed to the door as you face him in the car, "You're the one being weird—"

"I'm not being weird—"

"Then what's wrong, Shoto?" you tease in a sing-song voice.

"I'm nervous because I want to kiss you."

His words are punctuated by a slow look that takes in every inch of your face. Butterfly wings kiss your stomach walls. And your knees. You feel a little tremble in your chest. 

It feels like someone has sucker punched you square in the sternum. Shoto's no better. He isn't entirely sure what the expression on your face means. Is that... good? Are you happy?

Your voice is a little quieter now. You duck your head and fiddle with his suit jacket as you lean back against the seat, a little closer now. 

"You don't need to be."

Shoto's breath catches at that.

So, he makes his move.

His hand comes first — his calloused palm settles nicely against your face, his thumb brushing your cheekbone as his pointer finger brushes the underside of your jaw. Shoto is slow. Methodical. It's like he's trying to ground himself in the moment. 

Truth be told, he thinks he might be blacking out.

Your eyes flit up his wrist — a dark leather band around his wrist with an expensive watch face, a dark dress shirt with glimmering cufflinks, strong arms and a broad chest, and you can see the dip of his collarbone where the top two buttons of his shirt remain undone. 

He looks so damn handsome with his sharp jaw, pretty eyes, and his trademark white and crimson hair. Even his scar is beautiful. 

The touch pulls you in like he's got his own personal orbit.  

Your elbows are braced along the center console, your eyes flicking across his face as his fingers continue to brush along the soft expanse of your cheek. You wring your fingers together. 

Then, his eyes stick to your lips.

"Can I kiss you?" he whispers, his breath fanning across your face. 

You never did go pro.

But, Shoto did. 

It shows. 

Because, at this moment, all you can do is nod feebly before you're swept into the sort of kiss people go to war for. It's the sort of kiss that sticks to your ribs, that feels like warm, fresh food. It's the sort of kiss that would drive you to the brink, that would make you nod and agree sure, let's get married and have three kids, let's name one after your father, and paint the house blue like your mother's favorite flower—

His mouth is eager, but not in an overbearing way. It's gentle. Slow. As if he needs to remind himself this is real and not some midnight fiction that leaves him aching and alone. Shoto reminds himself to be tepid, pliable, and easy, which is easier said than done when somewhere deep inside of him there's a seventeen-year-old screaming in victory. 

It's better than anything he could have ever imagined. 

And then you whimper. 

It's a sound tied between bliss and relief and it's muttered against his mouth as you lean in and let your fingers brush the fabric of his dress shirt. The tips of your fingers brush his abdomen and he flexes, the feeling foreign and warm. It warrants his other hand to drift to your face and you break for a breath; he doesn't care that there's lipstick smeared across his mouth. He's kissing you again — this time a little bit more feverish, a little bit more aching. 

You melt against him, this time your hands trembling to grip his wrists.

He needs to slow down.

He is not having sex with you in his father's car.

That's shameless.

He needs to slow down.

He has to, or he'll lose himself in this and he refuses to fuck this up. 

Shoto's breath is ragged when he finally peels himself away, his lip parted and eyes half-lidded. His grip on your face is still so soft, so gentle. It's very him. 

You're glad you didn't do this when you were seventeen.

It would have permanently altered your brain chemistry, you're sure of it. How could you ever kiss someone else again after that? 

He's rubbing your cheek with his thumb. You swallow, and try to level out your breathing. It's hard when he's still so close, when he's so... perfect. 

"I've wanted to do that," he murmurs against your cheek, "Since our last year at Yuei."

A well-kissed smile breaks across your face. You reel back, your nose wrinkling as you shake your head in disbelief. Shoto is smiling. A real smile. The sort that's so rare you can count on one hand the amount of times you've ever seen it in person. 

"Are you serious?"

"Very," he says, chastely pressing another to your other cheek as he leans back.

"Me too," you admit shyly, "Can we... do it again sometime?"

Shoto's eyes widen incrementally. Then, his smile eases back onto his face. 

"Are you free this weekend?"

"I can be," you reply easily with a honeyed look, "And I will be. For you."

"I get off patrol on Saturday around seven," he explains before asking timidly, "We could... do dinner again?"

"Works for me," you breathe as you move for the handle of the car door, "After all, I never went Pro. Weekends are free."

Shoto scoffs. 

Then, as you open the door and swing a leg out:

"Oh, and tell Touya I thought the suit sexy."

Shoto's laugh is dry. You leave his jacket on the seat and scurry into your apartment with a lovesick wave. He swears he sees the silhouette of a familiar ponytail greet you at the door, but he doesn't dwell on it. He waits until you're inside and the lights to the front door are shut off.

Then it hits him. He has another date with you this weekend. 

Not so seventeen anymore, Shoto Todoroki.