#he just can’t use too much magic until AFTER the whole bite things hehehe

[lavender-teardroplettes]

Idk so far SBN Si is my favorite design wise. 🤔

[twst-drabbles]

OCs 1

Summary: Danger only continues to climb, leaving behind more and more scars and injuries that you have just gotten almost numb to. But, of course, your friends have to react to it, because they care too much.

(Yaaaaay I got all the main requests out! Now I just have the Fish's Eye to get through. Eventually. I will be opening up the inbox for all requests at some point. Keep an eye out for that! Also hehehe, my OCs! I swear, I do care about them!)

Just when you think things are fading, that the scars and old injuries on your body were receding, something always comes around to mess you up all over again.

It really feels like you’re getting used to risking your life for the sake of saving people. In your mind, they’re your dumbass friends, but you really can’t call them that when you’re over here being a bigger idiot than any of them.

You don’t have magic, and magic refuses to heal you in the way it does others. But you go on anyway, letting your legs take you forward to grab another reached out hand, another knocked out body, and shield another person caught unawares.

You stopped keeping track how many bones you’ve fractured, how many scars you’ve gained, how nerves you’ve damaged.

You’ve almost learned to live with it, but, as always, you can’t really keep to that state of mind.

Not with all these students reminding you every so often.

“I don’t understand how you can forgive them,” Valenio hovered by the doorway, clearly intending on following right behind you as some sort of moral support. “After all that, I feel uneasy even being in the same room as any of those housewardens.”

As if those same housewardens also don’t feel uneasy whenever you’re in the same room. You’re not some taboo subject that shouldn’t be seen or touched.

Valenio means well, you know that, but it irritates you all the same.

“Don’t think about it too deeply, buddy,” you sighed out as you walked past him, “It’s a mess, but I can handle it. Just, focus on your own things, ‘kay?”

Antas was… more direct about it.

“Simply put, those pixies of yours wouldn’t stop filling my ears with their bell-like voices,” Antas waved about, as if they were still ringing in his ears, “Injuries and scars such as this are rare, you know. They think your body is giving up on you, that you’re on your last legs.”

Ah, that explains the stacks upon stacks of berries, tiny potion jars and other get-well commodities you’ve seen being left on your window as of late. But, even with that truth of those pixies concern, it’s easy to see that this was just an excuse to stretch out his own brand of concerned.

“Yeah yeah, don’t pay it too much mind,” you’re trying to keep it out of yours in the first place, even through all the occasional pain and itching, “If I’m actually dying, you’ll know about it.”

Tul’Veith is gentle to you, infuriatingly so, whenever you two meet up. He was already straining himself worrying over his body and studies, and here he was, constantly struggling to bring you more potions just to help you out.

“It took me a little bit, but I managed to get my hands on some amazing ingredients. Uh, here, this one should help with pain.”

And, you have to push it back to him. You know he’s not telling you the whole truth. He pulled from his own treasures that he used on himself, to help his own ailing body.

If you let Tul’Veith start with this worrying, he’ll never stop. And you’ll get distracted, and probably even think that you need this and drain him of everything he has.

“It’s fine. I’ll figure it out myself how to deal with it.”

Just, he really needs to stop.

And Vio, he seethes. Well, he’s always seething against something, like the whole world has somehow wronged him in every way it can think of. But, when you’re around, it seems as though it gets deeper, more sour.

He bites into his lips until they start to bleed, and he tugs at his hair until it’s out of its ponytail and is just a curly mess.

“Sorry, I didn’t sleep well at all.”

But, he doesn’t point anything out. He trudges on and at least pretends to have a normal day, coming up with every excuse to explain his mood rather than blow up in your face about your recklessness, and blow up at everyone else that gave you these scars.

You leave him alone, because as much as you appreciate him not saying anything, you don’t want any part of his mood.

Cheridal’s been persistent. He comes over to your dorm more and more, often taking up task that are generally tedious to do, like cleaning your forks and spoons to a mirror shine.

“Really? Nothing to talk about or say? No anger or resentment to speak of?” Cheridal asked as he wiped away every drop of water from your utensils before putting it in its proper drawer.

“Stop fishing, Cheridal,” you flicked water at him, almost cringing when your rubber gloves slipped down your arm, but you tugged it back with your teeth, “I don’t hate anyone. I don’t need anyone to take revenge for me.”

“Just, saying, the offer is still open.”

So he says, like he wasn’t eager to correct a perceived injustice. Your feelings are more than enough to get him to act, doesn’t really care if everyone else did something wrong or not.

You won’t let something like the state of your body be the reason you hate anyone. This was just the result of your actions. A reminder that not even magic would be able to save you if you do anything too stupid.

Whatever happens, you’ll be sure to face it as best you can.

[lideria]

Chaos. | Johnny

➥ request: can I ask for a fluff fic wherein popular johnny and introvert y/n shares a love for photography and bonds over it

➥ pairing: johnny x gender-neutral reader

➥ genre: fluff literally only fluff, college!au bc i miss it

➥ warnings: none other than a few swear words i think? as always, there might be errors because english is my second language!

➥ word count: 3.3k 

➥ summary: it’s awkward all around, but somehow you get a friend and a model out of an encounter.

➥ author’s note: this is so late and so bad, i’m sorry. i literally struggled with this so unnecessarily much and i don’t even know why exactly, because this is such an interesting concept. please excuse my bad writing in this and my lack of knowledge in photography, i have done some research but i know it probably isn’t enough. i hope the anon is still around and sees it! have a great time lovelies, and i hope you enjoy this little.. chaos heheh 💕 (i hate it here i do)

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?”

The room was scorching hot, and you were just trying to leave.

The club’s meeting had started around three hours ago for the last meeting before the big competition. One that was international and people had taken their sweet time getting ready for; a few months of preparation to potentially take the photograph that would grant them money, a lot of press, an opportunity to photograph the cover of a photography magazine and overall pride. Members had been taking about possibly restarting commission work and whether the club should do commission work as a society, free of the school, so that they could have a chance at getting better coverage from local blogs and newspapers, and requiring better payment for their work.

Nothing about the competition, really. Everyone was talented, and everyone was confident. They did not make a big deal out of it. Sure, they had been preparing for months on end as well and they had taken countless potential shots that would end up in the competition— but at this point they had long selected the one.

So when Johnny, the club president (who everyone on this campus that is home to thousands of students knows and has conversed with one way or another) stops you instead of them, the ones who could actually use words of encouragement and what not, it feels kind of weird. You stop before you can go out anyway, instead of pretending not to hear him. “Uh, sure. What about?”

Johnny makes eye contact with you when you turn around, and smiles apologetically before lifting a finger up signaling one second, and moves to close the door. He starts talking before he can come back to his place in front of you, where he had ben leaning against a desk. “I was looking over the last submissions for the competition and I couldn’t see your name,” And he is back, leaning against the desk again with his hands on either side, and a straight face. “You really won’t participate?”

Oh, so he had noticed. You thought nobody would, because you thought it probably would not matter if anyone decided not to take part in it. It would be a weird move to do so, yes, but considering free will and everything it was not undoable. “Ah, it’s just,” You shrug. “I don’t have a camera right now? It outlived its lifetime, and a couple months ago it thought it would be the right time to say farewell.”

He looks at you, crosses his arms on his chest, and furrows his eyebrows a little before lifting one up. “You could’ve just asked someone for a camera.”

“Yeah, except I couldn’t.” You chuckle, which prompts Johnny to look at you more questioningly than anything. So you explain yourself. “I didn’t want to be an inconvenience to anyone— plus, I don’t think most people would want to help a rival.”

“Well that’s just jumping to conclusions.” Despite how his words sound, he smiles. “You could borrow my camera if you’d like.”

“Johnny, there’s like a week before submissions start. I don’t even know if you have the equipments I need, or if the weather’s in my favor.” Upon your words he laughs slightly. “I know for a fact you’ve seen my astrophotography. You were looking at them last semester in the gallery,”

He then nods, just once, reassuringly. “Just look at the forecast. I wouldn’t mind.”

That had been the end point, really.

You went ahead and protested further saying you did not even know if what you wanted to appear on the photos were aligned and visible anytime soon, but Johnny had protested back saying you could just find something else to photograph; just take his camera and do something with it. When you asked him why he only told you that he liked your photography and somewhat and somehow related to it— which was a little mind boggling, considering you were not friends. Only acquaintances, and he could still compliment you and tell you something somewhat vulnerable looking into your eyes just like that and wholeheartedly, coming from his chest.

It got you thinking: maybe that was why everyone seemed to like him. He just meant things he said, and he did not really hold himself back from saying things.

He lets you use his computer to check the alignments and the forecast and the cloud formations for the upcoming days and surely enough, the day after the next the sky would be something you could work with. Not ideal, but better than nothing. “Where do you want to shoot the thing?” He asks over your shoulder, perhaps a bit too into your personal space than you are used to with an acquaintance, but it does not feel weird somehow. Probably because you know that he is not a creep that is peeping over your shoulder.

“You know the little beach at the lake?” He nods. “There.”

“Okay.” You close shut his laptop, and get ready to hand it to him, but he stops you midway. “Where do we meet?”

Wait. “We meet?”

That makes him chuckle. “Unless you want to shoot the sky in the dark all by yourself.”

In all honesty, that is what you usually do. Is it fun to do? Definitely not, because the quiet of the dark can get incredibly boring especially when you are not really seeing what you are shooting. The Milky Way was so hard to spot— it would take at least half an hour of your eyes adjusting to the dark before you could see any of it, and even then it would just be a mess of dark purple, blotchy gas with stars sprinkling over. Without any exposure and brightness it was not the most exciting thing, although it still held its magic to it.

The planets were, yes, definitely more visible than the Milky Way could ever be but again: they basically just bigger stars without proper effects. And considering the shoot usually went as setting the camera up somewhere, turning on all the necessary settings and toying with them until the view looked right enough, and leaving it for hours on end by itself and only getting up and taking stills a few times throughout the said hours; looking at and sitting under the night sky with naked eyes all alone proved to be very boring at times.

“Just give me your phone number.”

What you actually end up settling for is meeting at the lake because you realize you are living much farther from each other, at least compared to what you would have expected. You have to use different buses to be able to meet, and unless there were campers on his bus, he was also one of the only people that would take the bus to the lake at the dead of the night. Dead of the night being literally 2 AM in the morning.

When he arrives you are already there sitting on the sad excuse of what must be sand but is more of a weird mush, looking at your phone, checking the forecast last minute to make sure everything would be as what you expected throughout the night. The beach was fairly small and you were the only one there, except for the couple of abandoned beer bottles that had not been thrown away in the trash most likely out of laziness and lack of respect for the environment.

Johnny sets the camera bag down next to you before he drops down as well, setting his other bag next to him. “Hello there,” He greets you, and you mumble a greeting in return. “Getting here was so hard, why don’t you shoot at the hike trails? There’s a clearer view of the sky.”

“Mm, light pollution’s worse there. I can’t deal with that.” You still mumble and shake your head slightly, biting at your hangnail as you look at your phone. Johnny does not like that, the fact that you will not look at him and that biting a hangnail is often a nervous thing for a lot of people— it nerved him, made him think he is somehow unapproachable even though that is the last thing he would want to seem as. “Let’s set up the camera?” He suggests in hopes that it will get you moving or looking at him.

Which it does, because you lock your phone and look at him. It is a bit hard to see you in the dark, but he does not mind. “Thank you for letting me use your camera, Johnny.”

It is not what he expects. But he takes it as the reason of your seemingly nervous antic. “I forgot to thank you for it before, so.”

A smile plants itself on his face before he can even realize it. “It’s no problem. Now, come on.”

Johnny helps with setting the camera up, letting you fiddle with the lenses and the lights while he deals with the tripod and the height. He lets you walk around with the camera in your hands and waits for you to find a reasonable place where the sky can come out good and the environments can enhance the shot, and it happens to be a few feet away from where you were first sitting. He secures the tripod right then and there, and watches you deal with the settings for a good few minutes before he can catch somewhat of a smile.

Though, he knows that it will take a lot more than just a few minutes to find your ideal settings, and it does. You fiddle with the buttons and the settings, take a few test stills, go back and middle some more, bend your back and stretch since you are leaning down the whole time and it is hurting your hips a little, take a few more stills and… It takes a lot of time before you can actually start your time-lapse. Throughout all of it, he waits for you in silence.

And when you are done, he smiles at you. “All done?”

“Yeah,” The relief is both audible and visible as you breathe out. “There’s Saturn and Jupiter tonight, looks super nice. I just hope I can get good stills out of this.”

“I’m sure you’ll be able to.” He clears his throat before continuing with his words. “I brought a few snacks, if you’d like some.”

You look out at the lake a little and frown at how it is wavering a bit, presumably because it would make it harder to take stills later. He hears you huff for a short second. “Sure.”

He does not necessarily like the way your voice sounds when you are supposed to be agreeing to his suggestion, but you walk around the camera and go sit down with him next to his bag anyway. Johnny takes the snacks out only hoping you would like what he has, and takes some napkins out, thinking you would need them if anything melts in your hand and everything gets a bit sticky.

An idea strikes him then, something he had learned from his friends way back in high school when he was in yet another photography club. After handing you the snacks and a napkin, he holds out the pack of napkins again. “Take another one.”

“What for?” He shrugs and pushes his hand further to emphasize. “Just take one.”

You do, and do not think much of it because you turn to your bag and take a thermos out, taking the cap off and filling it with the liquid inside. The grey trail of steam and scent makes its way to his nose; it is coffee.

Johnny just about becomes friends with you when you hold the cap out to him. “Thought we could use this to stay awake.”

“This is a saving grace,” He chuckles, and does not hesitate to take a sip. A dark and heavy brew, the way he loves it. “Thank you. Now, do me a favor and tear one of the napkins up.”

You chuckle a bit as you take your own sip, which results in you choking up a little. “What, why?”

But Johnny does not answer that question of yours. It prompts an awkward silence, both of you sipping your coffees once more. It proves to be unbearable, though, so you end up doing what he asks of you. Even though it sounds extremely weird.

When you are done with tearing the napkin up, there are dozens of unusable pieces in your hand and it feels somewhat dusty. “What am I supposed to do now?”

He looks at your hand for a brief moment, and lets out a laugh that sounds like a puff because of the way it is stuck between his lips. His shoulders shake, although not violently. “Well,” He starts. “You’re supposed to say a truth for every piece you have, it’s kind of a game.”

Your face must have morphed into such a shocked and taken aback mimic that Johnny actually bursts into laughter this time. “I’m not telling you this many truths, the hell?” Because, in all honesty, you do not think you ever told anyone that many truths in a game before. All of the truth-and-dares combined.

Johnny does not care about that a whole lot though, so he just shrugs. “Better start telling me. You can just stop when you get bored with it, I guess.”

With a huff, you start.

At first it is just you admitting doing sets of embarrassing things in your childhood and teenage years, how you wasted two semesters in the debate club dreading absolutely every competition and club meeting since you are more of an introvert, how you are most definitely going to fall a couple of classes but it is okay since you had taken extra credits last academic year, how although loving photography you do not want to do it for a living, how the coolest thing about it would be you starting a blog that thousand of people would follow— just for your astrophotography.

After that point it turns into a mutual conversation about photography. You tell him how astrophotography never fails to be amazing even though the things in the sky never change, and how every time you take a shot it will look just like the others but so much more different which is what pulls you into it when he asks you why you do it in the first place. Johnny also asks you if you should be doing a simple sky shoot for such a competition, and you answer saying you are not really aiming for first place already; you know for a fact that while looking at the submissions, people will stop scrolling the website just to look at your shot and that is what matters. Because they will find it so interesting, even though it will be just like any other night sky shot they have seen before, and it will be so interesting because it will be something far from what they can see with their naked eyes. They will try to memorize everything about that photo before moving onto the others.

And that is what matters to you. The fact that they will pay attention means much more to you than getting first place.

He, although jokingly, calls you a true artist. It somehow feels true to you.

Then, you proceed to compliment Johnny on his astrophotography, because some of his shots are in your all time favorites. There is a way in how he lets the light spill in his shots, how he links the city and the sky together that you respect so much, and you really wonder if it is all camerawork or also a tonne of editing. “It’s mostly camerawork,” He says with a smile on his face. “I can teach you someday if you want me to.”

You take up on his offer, of course, because you can grow with every bit of knowledge— plus he was fun to be around. The conversation just seemed to flow.

The conversation seemed to flow so fluently, in fact, that you almost did not realize that the lake water was about to drag the tripod away and tumble it down if it was not for the waves hitting your shoes after the wind picked up.

Both of you made a run for the set-up, but one of you were not all that lucky to be able to make it.

Johnny slips when he runs and falls backwards on the mushy, weird mix between dirt and sand, sending you into a hysteric laughter as you hold the camera. The laughter doubles you over probably because of your sleepiness (no, the silhouette as he fell in his clumsy moment was too funny to not howl over it), but you make it a point to ask in proper etiquette. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” He stands up, laughing just as much himself. “But I’m muddy all over.”

“Just go in the water.” At that he looks at you as if you are crazy, so you argue further. “You can either be wet, or muddy. It’s up to you.”

Johnny runs into the water and properly dips in this time, sending the two of you back into your fits of laughter.

Considering lake mud is the worst type you can get stuck on your clothes, you think he does the right thing. While he cleans up, you take some more stills— not caring too much when he walks into the frame at some point while making his way back to his bag.

Well. You actually take rapid photos of him at some point because you get a potentially great idea, but you would never admit to doing that. He would learn about it if it worked your way anyway.

You wait for him to squeeze his clothes so as much of the excess water is out as possible, and do him a favor and take the set-up down all by yourself, taking the memory card and putting it into your wallet as well. The footage is way shorter than how they usually are for you, but considering it is nearing five o’clock in the morning and Johnny would be freezing if he stayed more, you decide it is whatever. Any still would do the job according to your policy.

What really proves to be hard, though, is finding a taxi for Johnny. There are at least a few of them that pass by before you can convince one to take in your ‘drunk’ friend, telling them the address Johnny had told you for the second time after deciding on this little plan for him to be able to go home. Unlike him, taking the bus back is much easier for you especially after the sky ever so slightly starts lighting up, giving you the prettiest view to watch with your headphones blasting music, craving sleep.

Both of you do not really hear from each other until the next week, with you being too busy editing the still you had chosen trying to get it to be splendid, and him simply too busy with seminars and classes and the last bit of feedback he is giving on people’s submissions. You can only text some nights, but that is about it.

That is, until he calls you less than five minutes after you send him your submission. “Why this?”

You look at the laptop in front of you and the still you have just sent him— the silhouette of Johnny and his hair being flicked, sending droplets of water everywhere; because of his tall stature perfectly on and in between the stars, capturing the purple of the sky and the silver and red and green lights of the stars, and some of them just shine like how water does. Saturn and Jupiter are at the tip of his nose, and somehow his silhouette emphasizes them. Again, somehow in this weird state of him just walking away from the frame and the weird state of his arms and overall body, everything looks merged well together.

Chaos above in the sky, and chaos just down on the ground. “Well it’s pretty, isn’t it?”

[mysteira6]

Present! Human!Sans x Frisk: Love Me, Sans

THIS IS A (VERY LATE) BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR @sinfulzany !!! I noticed that you liked my previous sexy one-shot of Sans and Frisk, so I thought, why not another for your birthday? ^3^

Also, I was thinking of continuing this (with those really erotic scenes, hehehe~). BUT! I don’t want my blog to have some smut which will trigger the safe mode option, so I can’t really write those smut scenes (even though I really want to ><).

If @sinfulzany wants them though, I might post them... somewhere. ^^

Until then, enjoy this!

“In the end, you never even cared about us, did you?”

“What…”

“No, you never even cared about me, did you? That’s the truth, isn’t it?”

The bed creaked in her sleep. “No…”

“If you never loved me, why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell me anything? Did you really think I could read that selfish mind of yours?”

“Please… Stop…”

“I should have known. Humans will always be the same, selfish and only after their own desires. If I have known better, I should have gone for a mage that was way better than you-”

“Stop!!” The girl bolted upright in her bed, her blanket flying across them mattress. Her right hand flew to her chest as she took in deep heavy breaths, beads of cold sweat dripping down her temples. She had to blink a few times in order to ascertain her current location.

Walls adorned with hand-drawn pictures from her childhood. A nearby study table covered with worksheets and her wide array of stationery. Bookshelves filled to the brim with thin and thick novels that she gathered due to her new pastime of book-reading. Then her eyes caught the sight of a wooden shelf above the full-length mirror next to her closet, the shelf had three photograph frames of herself and a man with white hair. Although his bright blue eyes contrasted with her dull brown ones, he looked just as happy and delighted as she was in those pictures.

Those pictures… A year ago, those pictures didn’t even exist. So much had happened since then, some bad but mostly good. And yet…

She didn’t have the courage to accept reality after all. Her nightmare was the evidence, a clear indication that she just couldn’t believe it…

After she heaved a heavy sigh, the brunette got out of bed, rubbing her eyes gently as she tiptoed out of the room, closing the door behind her quietly. She wasn’t the only one in this house, after all. It would be rude to wake the others.

But little did she knew that someone was already wide awake when she left.

The steel kettle landed on the cork coaster as the teenager turned the stove off, the blue flames that were quietly roaring minutes ago disappearing. While waiting for the boiling water to cool, she opened the cabinet and took out a small box, consisting of all types of tea bags, including golden flower tea. She remembered her adoptive father, Asgore, telling her that if she was ever feeling troubled, she should drink tea to calm down.

Calm down… calm down… calm down… Those words repeated her head like a mantra.

After pouring water into the ceramic mug, she dragged her heavy feet to the sofa, warming her hands with her hot drink. Her mind was full of thoughts, echoing over and over again in her head, even though they shouldn’t be. Yes, she managed to get her happy ending. Yes, everyone else was happy as they were right now. And most importantly, she could never reset and make everything happen all over again in an endless time loop.

But even so, why was feeling this… scared? It was not long before she realised that it was not worry that she was feeling; it was fear, fear for the future and fear for her wellbeing. And she didn’t know why.

She sighed again and took another sip of her tea. This was certainly getting nowhere. She felt nothing but sleepy, and she hadn’t calmed down a tiny bit at all. A few seconds had past before the teenager turned her head skyward, staring at the ceiling as the minutes flew by.

“Fly me to the moon,” She hummed quietly, lost in thought. “And let me play among the stars. Let me see what’s life like on Jupiter and Mars,”

“In other words, hold my hand. In other words, darling, kiss me,”

The light breeze from outside blew against the windchimes by her door, but the girl paid no attention to it. It was even stranger that it was windy now, in the dead of night of all times. Instead, she continued to sing softly.

“Fill my heart with song, and let me sing forevermore. You are all I long for, all I worship and adore.”

“In other words, please be true. In other words…”

Somehow, her voice trailed off at the last lyric. Try as she might, she could not bring herself to say it. Those three words that had been bothering her ever since she woke up in the middle of the night.

Luckily, someone sang it for her. A deep baritone voice entered the living room as graceful as a swan, a voice that had resonated in her head for a whole year. A voice that she never got tired of.

“I love you.”

The girl let out a startled gasp as she whipped her head to the side, facing the entrance of the hallway, where a white-haired boy was leaning his shoulder against the wall, his sea blue eyes gazing at her affectionately. Although his arms were crossed in front of his chest, there was a cheeky, mischievous smirk on his face, a smirk that she saw very often, even when he was mad.

“Sans-!” She yipped in surprise, watching as he slowly sauntered over and sat next to her on the sofa, his eyes never leaving her. “Heya, Frisk,” He calmly greeted her, ruffling her hair a little, making the ends of her lips curl a little. “A little early for tea, ain’t it?” He joked, leaning in to give her a kiss on her head. “Whatcha doin’, singin’ my favourite song at midnight, hm?”

Her eyes brightened at the mini PDA he gave her (okay, they are not in public but STILL). This guy really knew how to make her feel all better within seconds. And it wasn’t his magic, no it was all him, speaking the sweet talks and making his affectionate moves on her. That was one of the many reasons why she loved him.

But… Frisk thought, her smile turning sombre as she remembered her dream.

“No, you never even cared about me, did you?”

Does he love me back?

“Sans?” She whispered to the older boy, inadvertently leaning against his shoulder, her eyes wandering around the room. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure thing, Frisk,” He answered immediately, smiling at her sweetly, as he always would. He knew that Frisk shared the same dreams that he had before the Barrier broke, the dreams that forced her to watch helplessly as her friends and family were killed over and over again. That said, he was accustomed to comforting Frisk about those nightmares, the same way that she had always comforted him whether he had them as well. “What is it?” He encouraged her.

She hesitated before speaking, putting her mug of tea on the coffee table. “Sans… Do you really love me?”

He blinked, quickly turning to her, raising his eyebrows. This was certainly new. “Now, what makes you think that I don’t?” He grinned in his usual jokester manner. “Of course I do, sweetheart,” He hastily assured her when she began to lower her head. “Why would you be here if I didn’t?”

She didn’t respond for a while. Then she spoke softly. “But… Aren’t there times when I’m just… a kid?”

“Does this have to do with me calling you ‘kiddo’ so much?” He chuckled. “I’ve said this before and I’ll say this again: ‘kiddo’ is just my special nickname for you. I don’t call anyone else by that name, you know, so it’s become my way of showing affection, too,”

“That’s not what I’m worried about, Sans,” She replied, her voice sounding more troubled now. Hearing her boyfriend talk about something that was kept between the both of them was certainly not helping her conquer the doubts she had about their relationship. “It’s… something else,”

Sensing her stress, he coiled his arm around her shoulder and lightly caressed her cheeks. “So, what is it then? What made you wake up so late, hm?”

She took a deep breath. “I had a nightmare again,” She began, biting her lip. “And this time, it… it wasn’t about a genocide run,”

“Who was in that dream?”

She paused, as if she was afraid of saying the next few words. “There was no one other than me and you,”

“And what happened?” He spoke after a few seconds of silence.

Her own hands wrapped around her chest as she reminisced. “You… you were saying a lot of stuff to me. And I couldn’t respond to them at all. You were shouting at me, saying that I never loved you or cared about you and that you should have found someone else to be your girlfriend instead of me,” At this, she could not help but start crying, tears peeking out of her eyelids and her voice cracking slightly. “I-I couldn’t say anything, and you just never stopped. I was s-so scared that you mean all t-those words and t-that you didn’t l-love me anymore…”

As her tears fell, Frisk buried her head into his chest, wrapping her hands around him and holding his tightly, as if he would disappear if she let go. Words started to spill out of her mouth as she cried. “I j-just don’t know… I don’t know if I c-can accept all th-that’s happened… I feel scared o-of facing people when I’m s-scared for the future… when I’m s-scared of losing you, Sans…”

The expression on his face saddened as he rhythmically patted her hair, getting his fingers tangled in her short brown locks. His other hand gently lifted her off the sofa onto his lap. (it was a good thing that she was light, or was that another bad sign about her stress?) Nonetheless, he steadily stroked her hair again and again as he held her in his arms. Times like these, Sans knew that words were not enough to comfort her. But this time, he couldn’t help but murmur softly.

“Frisk, you have no idea how much I love you,” He spoke, burying his face in her hair. “I know I don’t show it a lot, but I really really love you. There’s no one in the whole world who could be as sweet and kind and understanding and beautiful as you, okay? Don’t ever forget that,”

“I know… I won’t,” She replied in hiccups, still weeping quietly as she leaned against his chest. A moment of silence ensued in the living room.

Then Sans had an idea, and although it wasn’t really the best cure for a fearful heart, he had the feeling that it would do the trick. “How about this, I’ll show you how much I love you, sweetie,”

She looked up at him in curiosity. “How?”

“Tell me what to do,”

“What?” She tilted her head in confusion.

“I want you to tell me what to do, for the rest of the night, until daytime, Frisk,” He explained. “It could be anything you want, just tell me what you want, and consider it done,”

“But what does that do? I don’t understand how it proves that you love me…”

“Because, Frisk, love is built on trust, the trust that we have for each other. I’m asking you to tell me what to do, because I trust you,” He proclaimed, grinning again.

She took a minute to take it in and afterwards, she began to giggle. “Is this some censored way to tell me to dominate you?”

He widened his eyes, taken aback by her response. “Wha-where did you hear that word, sweetheart?”

“Don’t ask,” She waved her hand dismissively.

“But-”

“Don’t ask!” She interrupted him, although she was smiling. “You just told me to tell you what to do, so don’t ask me that, understand?” She seduced him assertively, her hands suddenly stroking up and down his back.

The white-haired mage bit his lower lip, holding back a moan as her fingers continued to sweep up and down his back, her fingers soon reaching under his shirt to touch his skin. This wasn’t what he was expecting, hell it was far from what he was expecting.

But he could roll with it.

“I-I understand,” Sans muttered, closing his eyes as he tried to stifle his moans. Sensing his submission, Frisk smirked triumphantly. It was such a fun new game for her that she forgot all about her nightmare.

“Sans,” She spoke softly as she raised her hands and wrapped them around his neck. “Bring us back to our room,”

“Yes, Frisk,”

One finger snap later, and they were both in her room again. Sans was holding her in his arms bridal style as he looked to her. “What’s next, my dear?”

“Bring me to the bed,” She ordered gently, her face slightly pink.

Sans sauntered to the bed and tenderly placed her down, on top of the crumpled comforter. Although she was lying down, she sat up immediately and waited as Sans settled down next to her cross-legged figure. “What’s next?” He asked again, in the same submissive tone.

She was almost startled by that tone he was reusing but that did not stop her from saying her next command. “Kiss me,”

Obediently, he approached her and brushed his fingers across her cheek, lightly pulling her face towards him until their faces were only inches apart. Gradually, his lips perched on hers and pressed deeply into her. Her eyes shut at the romantic gesture and she wrapped her hands around his face, tilting her head to the side to deepen the kiss. His hands fumbled about, gripping tightly to her shirt as he delicately pushed her down on the bed, his lips still connected with hers.

In the pale moonlight peeking out from the binds at the window, Sans kept on smothering his girlfriend with passionate kisses. When he got bored of giving her kisses on the lips, he reached for her head and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so that he could trail sweet butterfly kisses down her neck, with her moans and whimpers as his fuel. When he finally stopped, Frisk whined in complaint, her eyes half-lidded as she stared at him. “Why, in the world, have you stopped?” She breathed.

“Because you gave me the command to only kiss you,” He replied in a seductive tone. Right then and there, Frisk could feel the room getting hotter and hotter by the second, especially when Sans leaned in close to her face again, his left hand caressing her chin, and muttered in a sexy voice, contrasting the submissive voice he had before. “What’s next, my princess?”

Frisk gasped at the sudden change in her nickname, and even though Sans was the one who asked that question, she already knew that now she was the submissive one. With her face completely red and her cheeks red-hot like iron, the brunette reached out for his hands and twirled his fingers around his. In a low and anticipative voice, she whispered quietly. “Love me, Sans,”

The blue in his eyes glowed with a sapphire aura as soon as he heard those three magic words. She could hear the door to her room being closed and locked within earshot. When she looked back at him, she could see a burning desire in his azure eyes, an expression full of hunger and erotic want. Blue was often a cool colour, she thought to herself, but in this case, his eyes were anything but calm and collected.

“As you wish, your majesty,” He mumbled into her ear, his hands already reaching for his pants. 

SO! What an ending, amirite? :D

I’ll leave it up to your imagination. ;D

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BNHA self insert AU

New to the AU? Start here!

Part1 Part2

Chapter 40.75: Step the FUCK Up Kyle!

The two arrive at the venue after everyone thanks to Jin’s portal express. Seeing everyone have fun sparked joy and even more excitement for the future. There was no gift or money giving because both of us were well off and just wanted everyone to attend. No garter toss because Tenya drinks respect women juice but I did toss the bouquet. That turned out to be a disaster because Pixie Bob, Midnight and some of the other single heroes were fighting each other for it. Then came my favorite part, the couples dance. We danced to Around by Niki with a slide-show of pictures on the screen behind us. We did a bunch of fancy floating moves with our quirks and we finally had our slow dance kiss at the end. Then came cake, it was almost too pretty to eat and I got a little dodgy when we were supposed to feed a piece to each other. The wedding photographer unfortunately captured all that nervousness but it was funny to look back at. I did so much dancing and drinking with my agent friends that Tenya had to take care of me toward the end of the night. We said our goodbyes and thank yous before going home.

“Tenya! I love you bitccchhh!” I was drunkenly serenading him.

“I know you do”

“I’m never gonna stop loving you, bitccchhhhh!”

Tenya was trying to undo the straps on my dress “Hold still, I’m trying to get you out of your dress.”

“Oh I’ll just-” I teleport out of my dress with just my underwear on “oops, I’m nakey hehehe.”

“Ah so that’s how you do it” he finally figured out my secret to fast undressing and dressing “you teleport in and out of clothes!”

“Yup” I teleport out of my underwear “now I’m true nakey” I throw myself onto Tenya “I’m not a virgin but I want you to do me like one.”

“No darling, you’re drunk” he took off his suit jacket “but if you wait a bit, we can bathe together.”

“Will you wash my hair?”

“Yes”

“Will you take off my makeup?”

“Of course, I’ll even do your skincare” He hoisted her up and took her to the bath “you want me to braid your hair after?”

“Yes please” I respond as I watch him make the bath “would you still love me if I was a boy?”

“Yes of course!” Tenya looked at her “I fell in love with the person you are.”

“Would you still love me if I wasn’t rich or successful?”

“I loved you before the riches and success, regardless, my heart is yours.”

The bath was ready and I didn’t have anymore questions, just too much affection as he tried to bathe me. I didn’t even remember what I said when I was drunk, I blacked out at the venue when Mimi and I pounded shots while the DJ played some oldies. Next thing I knew I was waking up next to Tenya with a bunch of love marks and bites on him. We went on a honeymoon to a government protected piece of coast where anybody can use their quirks, it was one of those quirk tourism things that peaked my interest. We spent our time getting drunk and beating the other couples at the quirk games that were being hosted. Just a whole week of just that, then things got pretty serious work wise when we got back.

-Robo Dog INC offices-

“Not to cause alarm” Beizu spoke up after reviewing some spreadsheets “but we can’t keep up with demand.”

“Oh shit really?” I questioned as I leaned over to see the sheets “fuuuck you right, does that mean we’re closing off or postponing consultations?”

“Closing off for 3 months at least!” He rubbed his face “I have some this week then I’ll be turning away people for robo companion.”

“How about you just schedule them 4 months out?”

“That might be a better idea” He sipped his coffee “but we need to start looking into expand the work floor” he sets his empty cup down “we can’t hire more people to work until we have the space for more.”

“I know! But to be honest, all the bigger buildings are too far to my liking” I slumped in my chair “I have to wait for a nearby one to go on the market.”

The company was in need of a lot of things in terms of expanding but I didn’t want to start any of it yet. And it was a good thing I didn’t because there was a rise in the villain world. The League of Villains recruited more people for an uprising and Black Phantom was called upon to take it down from the inside.

“I really wish we could’ve just sniped the hand-man while we had the chance” Jin sighed as he put on his gear “then maybe everything would be at peace.”

“Yea but he’s a good source of intel” I responded “but you know the goal for tonight, we get the hot one with the bird-mask and get out.”

“Why the fuck do all the villains gotta be so hot!” complained Mimi as she loaded her holsters “it’s not fair!”

“Can we refocus please?” I sternly snapped “we’re close to the hideout, if we get lucky, we could smoke them out again.” I lowered my visor “voice changers on yall, it’s go time!”

We raid the place silently and it seemed almost too easy this time but it was easy. Who knew that everyone was sleeping with no guard? I floated us in and once we found the person of interest, Jin just floor portaled them to the holding cell and we followed after.

“Oh man that was scary easy” I was in disbelief “did yall see all the spooning going on?”

“Yea! That was weird as hell but oddly cute” Mimi commented “speaking of oddly cute, who is this perp?”

“This is Kai Chisaki, aka Overhaul” I pull up the criminal record “he was responsible for some black market quirk erasing bullets and one count of child endangerment.” I show them the picture of the victim “you remember this little girl? The one the green twink and naked man rescued?”

“OH I remember! Poor girl was in pretty bad shape but she’s all grown up now!” Jin recalled “so this is the man that got away?”

“Yea apparently after Mirio got his quirk taken away but just before the green one ran off with the girl” I put the holding cell on lockdown “this guy and Nighteye fought but then he ran off and disappeared before he sustained serious damage. And he remained at large for years, almost cold cased until the new intel on the League.”

Mimi peered into the holding cell “Why are all the hot ones the most fucked up?!” she watched him thrash about “so we’re just gonna leave this one up to the interrogation team huh?” I nod in response, she sighs “are you going to pay a visit to the little girl?”

“Yup but this time I’m not going to dread this house visit” I smile “Aizawa got full custody of her when she turned 10 and she’s like 14 now.”

-Two Days later-

“It’s so nice to see you again Miss Palma!” Eri excitedly exclaimed “er, I should say Mrs Iida!”

I stifle my laugher “Oh it’s nice to see you too Eri!” I get pounced on by the girl “very lively! But I don’t have much time to play I’m afraid” I turn to Aizawa “thank you for letting me visit today, I know it’s your day off and you much rather nap.”

“Not a problem! You’re allowed to disrupt my free days” he motions me to sit in the living room “Eri, would you please serve the tea?” We sit as Eri walks out of earshot “Soooo, are we expecting another turbo child?”

I choke on air “Oh you got me fucked up! I’m not pregnant” I chuckled “sorry to disappoint but I don’t want a child just yet” I look at the picture on his end table of him, Mic, Eri and Shinso “children don’t just magically appear at my doorstep for me to care for like you!”

“Well, I was excited to be a grandpa, because I’d still be hot” he joked as Eri came back with tea “Okay then, what do you need to tell us?”

“Thank you Eri” I politely accepted her pour of tea “it’s about Overhaul, I caught him and is under custody in our facilities.”

“You’ve done it?!” Aizawa almost spilled tea on himself “how? The Hero Society deemed it cold-case!”

“I’ve been gaining intel from the League and other villain groups for years now via a spy” I sip tea “the moment we got word that the League was hiding him with confirmed sighting, my team and I swooped in and captured him” I hand him a folder “here, I know you’ve been working tirelessly to solve this for her sake. You’d be surprised what we found.”

“I don’t believe it!” he skimmed the pages “he’s been hiding right under our noses, of course Hawks had something to do with it!” he closes the folder “does that mean Eri can-”

“Yes, it means that Eri can attend a hero academy if she wishes to do so” I smiled as I finished his sentence “it also means that she no longer needs protected accompaniment, can travel beyond the 10 mile radius and can apply of a drivers license when she’s of age.”

“I can go to the mall by myself?!” Eri perked up “and I can go to UA?!” she turns to Aizawa, starry eyed.

“You’re not going to the mall by yourself! I’ll always be there with you” he said sternly but then chuckled “but yes you can go to UA, and just in time too! Entrance exams are coming up.”

“YAY! Thank you so much Mrs Iida!” she pounces on me again for a hug “I promise to do my best for all you’ve done for me!”

“Oh you sweet child” I start to tear up “it’s not a problem! I know you’ll do your best.” We say our goodbyes and I make my way home. It’s October now and I’m so satisfied with my life. At least, as much as I can control it. It’s been a month since the last I’ve heard from my caseworker about everything back home. Nothing has gotten better, more people I knew had fled their homes, leaving their parents behind in all the violence. It seems hopeless and I wish I could do something to help. At least my family is safe and getting by, I send them money so they can live as comfortably as they did when we lived in the old house. I miss my old home but I’m more excited to establish family to make it more homely.

“How was the visit?” asked Tenya, breaking my train of thought.

“Oh it was great!” I stretch my back “Eri is getting so big! And she’s planning to attend UA now that I’ve solved the cold case.”

“Thats amazing!” he comes closer to give me a tight embrace “you make such an impact in our community and I’m so proud of you every time you change the fate of others.”

“I’m just doing what I can within my power” I hug him back “you know I don’t give up on anything it I could help it.”

“It’s one of the things I love the most about you” he lifted her up “how lucky am I to have one of the sweetest souls in the world as my love?”

Luck had nothing to do with it, I best describe my time in this country as a train wreck that gets progressively weirder and it’s fixed with some duct tape. But I only live one day at a time, I’ll worry about the destination later when the time comes. Time passes us fast, once you get married it’s like time passes faster! It’s been a year and some change, I’m 25 and still very humble with all the riches and successes that has followed me. Tenya is 26 and slowly reaching the upper 20′s in the hero ranking, thanks to his brother and myself to help him along the way. It’s mid January, Tenya gets sent on a week long mission in Sendai, it’s the first time in years that we spent time apart. I made sure I make his welcome very momentous, because I had so much to share with him when he came back.

“I’m home!” Tenya yelled excitedly as he walk through the door “I missed saying that!”

“Welcome home Tenya” the little robo yipped “Mom missed you, she’s waiting for you in the main room.”

“Oh? Thank you” he was a bit taken back by this change of greeting, he’s so used to hearing Ita respond back. He makes his way to the living room, passing the kitchen and hallway to the guest room.

“Welcome home Tenya!” I yelled once I saw him “I missed you soooo much!” I jump on him for a tight hug “mmhm! I don’t think I like you being gone for so long” I pepper kisses on him “I need my man to love me so I can annoy him with my affection.”

“You know your affection doesn’t annoy me” he laughed at my clinginess “I miss giving you besitos and holding you close at night” he lingered on my hug “oh darling, it was rough out there but I’m so happy to be home.”

“I hope you’re hungry because I cooked you a grand meal!” I excitedly lead him to the table “ta-da! a four course meal in the candlelight!”

“Four courses?! Oh you missed me, missed me” he was shocked by the amount of thought I put into his welcome. As we ate, he told me of his time in Sendai and the other heroes that were called upon “...and I really hope that family is safe. Also do you think this trip will boost me up the ranking?”

“I talked to Tensei about that actually the other day” I said as I was walking back with dessert “he said that it will if you make it onto the media, like if they name you. Otherwise it won’t.”

He watches me set down dessert “Berry tart! Oh what splendid memories just flooded back” he cracked a big dumb smile as I served him a slice “remember when we went to that cafe at the end of 1st year and I was too shy to sit that close to you?” he took a bite “and as usual, everything you make is delicious! Oh man if only I told you that day I had feelings for you, it was a perfect winter day spent with you.”

“Oh stop! You had your chances, even on the bad days!” I playfully hit his arm “but I would’ve probably started to cry right there on the town plaza if you confessed” I suddenly remembered my big piece of news “Oh! I almost forgot, this invitation came in the mail earlier in the week” I levitated a yellow envelope with ‘Iida Household’ on the front of it in nice handwriting “I wanted to wait for you to come back to open it, since it’s addressed to both of us.”

He opens the envelope “It looks like a... birthday invitation?” he furrowed his brow and thought for a moment “who’s birthday is coming up? I can’t recall anyone’s except yours.” He opens the card and reads aloud:

Dear Iida household,

Hello! I’d like to invite you to my birthday! You see, it’s my very first one and I’m very excited to see you attend. You don’t know me but I’d like to get aquatinted with the both of you. There’s not much about me but my birthday is on July 28th, I’m a Leo. It’s a long way from now but I wanted to let you know because I know how busy being a Hero and a CEO must be. Anyways, I hope to see you then!

Yours Truly,

p.s. It just occurred to me that I don’t have a name yet, maybe you can help me with that and that’ll be your present to me!

“Huh, a person with no name?” he reread the invitation “and no address to said birthday” he turned to me “did the couple a few rows in front of us have a child that I wasn’t aware of?”

I stifle my laugh “Nope, read the invite again” I point to the p.s. part “see how they’re asking you for a name for a present?”

“I see that but what an odd request” he chopped, missing the point “wouldn’t it be customary to give a gift for a growing child? It’s their first birthday!” he sees me hold in my laugh “DON’T LAUGH! Tell me what am I not getting, you’re the riddle and puzzles expert.”

“Tenya, what did I serve you in this 4 course meal?”

“Baby quiche, side salad of baby greens with snow peas, steak with baby carrots and baby corn” he pointed at the tart “ and berry tart...but I don’t see how the meal relates to this mysterious invitation?”

“Oh goodness you’re hopeless” I laugh as I stand up “think long and hard Tenya, lots of baby named food, invite to a birthday 6 and a half months away, person that wants a name as a present and that we don’t know.”

He spends a good 5 minutes of mumbling to himself, trying to make sense of all the clues I pulled for him “I’m afraid I can’t crack this case” he checks the envelop for anything he could’ve missed “what did you piece from this?”

I couldn’t contain my laughter, I was tearing up laughing “Welp, I guess I’ll tell ya” I grab his hand and put it on my stomach “welcome home....daddy.”

He didn’t get it at first then it all clicked “Ita...your pregnant?!” he fell to his knees and put both hands on my stomach “oh my- I’m such an idiot!” he put his forehead on my stomach “why did you marry me, I can’t figure out something that’s so blatantly written out for me!”

“Silly, it doesn’t matter now” I put my hand on his head “we’re going to be parents! Isn’t that exciting that we’re building that future we thought we’d never get to?”

“Yes, I’m so excited to see the life you’re growing” he looked up at me, tears in his eyes “I said you could start your happy family with me, now it’s all coming together.” he kisses my stomach “you hear that? I can’t wait to meet you!”

I go through pregnancy once again but this time I took maternity leave at both jobs right at the 5th month of my pregnancy. I mainly did it to avoid publicity and cameras, so I can do my thing in peace. Surprisingly, I was the first one in my company to go on leave and it made me want to rewrite the leave so you’d get 8 months off instead of 5. So on said leave, I did the rewrite and had Beizu do all that paperwork and update everyone. He hated me for it but at least I wasn’t in the office overworking myself while heavily pregnant. We didn’t want a baby shower, mainly because we were already well off and it seemed like theft if we made our friends come and give us baby stuff. I ordered the baby stuff online for in-store pick up and uncle Jin and aunty Mimi would go get it for me. They were very excited to be an uncle and aunt to the point of jumping ahead to how my baby will interact and love them. My parents and in-laws were super pleased with the fact that we were pregnant. The In-laws announced it to the rest of the family and they all cheered that the family name will stay nice and strong. We decided to just have the crib and other baby stuff in our bedroom so we don’t have to have a baby monitor and have our baby within reach. It was nearly go time when Tenya got leave and I was in that nesting mode.

“We have to set up the bottle warming station!” I said franticly setting up the small machine “I’m going to pumping so much it’s not even funny! OH! can you-”

“Relax Ita, please!” Tenya begged “you’ve been up since 6am and hardly sat down” he rubbed her shoulders “why don’t you let me set this up while you take a nap nap on the couch? I’ll have a snack waiting for you when you wake up.”

“Alright, if it will make you feel better” I lean into his hands “then I’ll take a break.” I lay down and the baby started moving like crazy, not letting me sleep. 

“Oh you woke up?” Tenya asked as he saw me quickly sit up after an hour.

“Not to cause alarm” I slowly turn to where Tenya was and calmly spoke “but my water broke....deadass.”

Now Tenya was in panic as I calmly called Mimi and Jin that it was time. As we got in the car, I called my parents that I was on my way to the hospital to give birth. I can’t go to a regular hospital, so I have to go to a government protected one that’s an hour away from the gated community. Lucky me that Jin can portal us there in an instant. I was in labor for a while and gave natural birth to our first child. I didn’t need to go into stasis nor get stitched up, so I got see my baby for those crucial first few days. We got home just before the first summer storm.

“Oh wow look at you!” I cooed at my baby “you’re not scared of the rain or any of those big scary noises huh?”

“Is that normal?” asked Tenya, still trying to figure out how babies work.

“Not sure, but my mom said I was a very quiet and unfussy baby” I yawned “so maybe they got it from me.”

“Come on, both of you take a nap!” he coaxed the new mom to the couch “I’ll hold you both in my arms.”

“You’re too much” I yawned as I nestled myself in his arms with the baby in mine “but I love you.”

Tenya took in his surroundings, the house was quiet and the rain was coming down hard with some thunder in the far distance. He looked down to see the baby looking back up at him, the same way Ita would look at him when he’d hold her. “Can’t sleep? What is it?” he asked the newborn “this is your home, we’re going spend every waking moment here with you. Doesn’t that sound nice?” the newborn freed one of their hands from the blanket to extend out “Oh my sweet, little girl” he kissed their hand “I can’t wait to see the person you’ll become in our hectic and wonderful world.”

About a month later, we invited our friends to meet our baby. Literally, Tenya wanted a ‘meet our baby’ party instead of a birthday party because he REALLY wanted to show off our baby. I don’t blame him, we made a cute baby.

“What a cutie! Awww” Midnight squealed “what did you end up naming her?”

“Lili Perla” I responded with the baby in my arms “like the flower. Would you like to hold her?”

“I would!” she cradled the baby gently “Hello!~ It’s your aunty Midnight! I can’t wait to see you grow up into a little turbo kid like daddy. Or curly haired rebel like mommy.”

“Nemuri, isn’t my niece the cutest baby?!” cried out Tensei “I can tell she’ll have most of the Iida strong traits!”

“That terrifies me” I split my gaze between the two brothers “I can’t deal with yo rectangular like, fucked up brows havin asses! My baby is gonna be the prettiest little thing with all my family’s beauty traits.”

“I hope she’s outspoken like you” Midnight hands me back the baby “we need more Itas in this world.”

“Oh look it’s Lili-chan!” cooed Ochako with her son in her arms “say hi Maru! She’s going to be your friend and play with you when she gets big enough.”

“Don’t be shy Maru” coaxed Midoriya “the Iida’s are our friends and Lili will be a very loyal friend just like their mom and dad.”

We watched the little boy wave and Lili waving back “Oh she’s picking up fast!” exclaimed Midnight “that’s peculiar.”

“Right?! She already knows basic things like greetings, waving, attention grabbing and flails her arms to music” I giggle a bit “like, she can’t talk but she gives a little yell when Tenya comes home and a long yell when she needs something. She doesn’t cry for anything!”

“Hey guys, I heard baby talk and had to see the little lady” Mineta said as he walked up to me “may I hold her?”

“Sure, make sure you support her head.”

“Hi there! I’m your cool uncle Minoru” he cooed at the baby “one day I’ll give you a cousin to play with.”

The baby didn’t bide well with the grape man and started crying “Oh no! She hates you” Todoroki said flatly “here, let me.” He held the baby and she instantly stopped crying “See? She doesn’t mind me.”

I started laughing “Oh fuck she’s learning a little too fast!” I saw that Shoto brought Touya with him “Hi Touya, surprised to see you here.”

“Yea, I had to see for myself that you had a baby” he said as he peered over Shoto’s shoulder to see the baby “what a cute little squish” Shoto hands him the baby “you don’t know me but your mommy saved me from some baddies and brought me to my family, don’t you grow up and give your mother trouble!” He turns to me “she isn’t afraid of me.”

“Seems like she isn’t afraid of anything yet” Touya hands me the baby “I’m sure it’s just a curiosity phase and she’ll be crying more as she gets older.”

“May I hold her?” Tokoyami asked me “lets see if she will cry with me.” I hand her over and she smiled as her hands touched his beak “nope, she’s like her mother, curious and giggly” he nuzzles her and Dark Shadow comes out to see the baby. Lili sees it and starts to grunt to touch it “You want Dark Shadow? Um, okay.” 

“I don’t believe it” Shinso smirked “you two managed to make the ideal baby in one try” Tokoyami hands Shinso the baby “oh the things you’ll get to experience with your mother, lucky you” Lili tugs on his shirt “what is it? You like the satin shirt?” Lili grunts in response “Ita what are you feeding this child to have them this...smart?”

“I’m just breastfeeding her I swear!” I look to Tenya “we have no idea if her level of response is because of a quirk or it’s her own level of intelligence and we’re just doing a good job at stimulating her enough.”

Seeing her grow up into little Miss Independent was quite the journey for a new parent. She was walking at 11 months old and running a few weeks after her 1st birthday, causing a lot of mischief. At 1 and 4 months she was talking in English and Japanese, small phrases like ‘howdy’ ‘mom’ ‘dad’ ‘doggy’ ‘hot’ and ‘not nice’. Her first word was doggy because Muffin 2.0 had to switch roles from security to nanny when she’d run around the house. When she turned two, her quirk grew in, smaller rocket-like engines on her feet! The amount of joy the Iida family got from hearing about this brought them to tears that the legacy will live on. My family was impressed that it wasn’t telekinesis and was excited to see another random quirk in our gene pool. But it didn’t stop there, when she got a little runny nose and blew her nose, her clothes instantly turned to threads! She had a second quirk, Master Thread! Tenya and I were so happy that she was blessed with two separate quirks that we helped her in anyway possible to develop her skills better at home. She really liked dancing and all the pretty costumes, so I put her in private lessons and fell in love with it. We didn’t stop at her though, we had another baby after Lili’s 3rd birthday, a baby boy named Iwata El Roca. And 4 years after him, twins! A boy and girl named Hanaka Rosa and Tensei Oro...can you tell who named who? It was a full house come Christmas time of six people and a robo dog. Everyone was tired and sprawled about on the couch, Lili was holding Hanaka on the far side, Ita was holding Iwata as she leaned on Tenya’s shoulder. Tenya was cradling baby Tensei and everyone was asleep after a grand meal and watching a holiday movie, except for Tenya. He took in his surroundings and sighed. He was in a new home, the house was quiet with just the sounds of his family breathing, snow was falling outside, everyone was safe and warm. How weird that everything fell into place when he fell in love with one person, now he shares his love in 5 different people that show it back.

“Hnn, Tenya” Ita drowsily spoke “we have to put the kids to bed.”

“Just 5 more minutes, please love.” He softly responded “When will we ever have them this little and peaceful again?”

“Fine, 5 more minutes” she pulled her son closer to her chest “I love you.”

“I love you more” he kissed her forehead.

-Book 1 End-

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Temptations(Part 2)

Length: 3,623 words

Sebastian Stan x reader

Intro(fluff, some smut, beginning of angst)

A/N- Well here we are, part 2. I am gonna let you know that I want to hear from you guys about ideas to play into this. Its gonna get a little rough on the emotions though so be prepared. But- also more raunchy to match it. Hehehe.

  Grinning at him under you as he feigns helplessness as you slowly tease his neck with long, drawn out kisses. Your body’s slow ache for him after two long months was short lived as it built quickly once he put his hands on your hips. The feel of his warm palms embracing you, letting his long fingers move around your lower back as they moved up slowly with precise intention of their destination. “Your overdressed my dear..” he whispers to you since you haven’t changed from your work clothes yet. Luckily enough for you the job isn’t picky about what you wear as long as your being modest for the most part and working with babies there are only a handful of things you can’t wear so you quickly get the t-shirt you have on above your head & you see his deliciously devilish smile appear as his eyes dilate to seeing you uncover your soft body underneath. The way he looks your body over like it’s the first time again.. you have no idea how he still manages to look this way at you every time you are intimate with him, but it makes your heart smile when he does.

 It catches your attention that the song is on repeat when you finally hear the words, though in Spanish, you manage to translate at least the chorus some and blush. “Babe, I don’t know that you know what this song is saying.” When he looks over at his phone playing the song he looks back and smiles “Good thing for google huh? But if you wanna tell them to me I won’t object either.” God this man sometimes is too charming for his own good, and he knows it, with no shame sometimes using it to coax what he really wants from you. Biting down on the corner of your lip you sit up some and gently trace his chest as you listen for the chorus to come back around. The song has a great rhythm to it for dancing but the song is definitely not about actually dancing so you use that to your advantage to seek out some teasing. “Slowly..I want to breath on your neck slowly..” as you lean into his neck then whisper “..let me tell you things in your ears so that you remember me when you’re not with me.” Then grind against him starting your slow torture as you continue ..”I want to strip you off with kisses slowly, sign the walls of your labyrinth, to make your whole body a manuscript…” moving down from his neck to his collarbone when you hear him gasp and let out a light moan. His chest tightening up some under your hands but you make sure to inform him of the last part of the chorus as you lick down his chest teasing his nipples like he would be doing to you ..”let me surpass your danger zones, to make your scream and forget your name..” and that does him in before he grabs your hips and rolls you off to climb onto you instead. The quickness in his breath lets you know he has had enough teasing but you just smile an innocent grin as you move your hands to his abdomen, letting your nails barely graze his skin sending a chill through him.

 “Problem?” you say fighting back a giggle as you grin a wide smile at him as he seems to be in a state of concentration as if thinking of what form of punishment you should be getting for teasing him like that. He growls at you before kissing you hard. His lips pressing in almost bruising as he opens his mouth and licks at your lips, which you happily oblige to let his tongue work its magic. Sliding your tongue up and down his as you moan into his mouth from his kisses and now hardened cock pressing against the inside of your thighs as he grinds into you which sends your heart racing to continue since you don’t have to be up early as usual with your son being out. You suddenly hear an insistent buzzing and his phone lighting up which generally is not an issue, he ignores it and continues but seeing who it is he stops suddenly, excusing himself, looking upset for having to stop but whoever it is needing something from him.

 Frowning as you lay back in frustration yet curiosity. His manager knew he was home and wouldn’t dare call unless it was about a role that was something big cause everything else can be done with a text, his mom was usually on Tuesdays and anyone else he again, usually ignored when he was home. As bad as you know it is you try to listen in to see what it could be but he’s whispering which puts you on guard…

 “So what brings you to New York, business, pleasure?” Sebastian asks as you both start walking to the park he mentioned. “Here recently its been training actually. There is a big program for teachers and I try to come up every session if I can to further my knowledge. That and my son had a music thing with his school this same week so it worked out for both of us this time.” Smiling as you see his face with a very quirky smile of both impression and admiration at you. ‘How the heck can he manage a look like that’ you think to yourself. “What about you? Big ol’ New York home to you or just visiting?” you ask wondering if maybe he’s a constantly working man himself, to which your answer suddenly appears in the form of screaming women who apparently have been following him for a while before he ducked into the coffee shop you happened into. Suddenly its autographs, pictures, some random man asking you about your relationship with Sebastian with a recorder in his hand.. “I’m gonna go..” as you back away from the insanity that is happening and duck away before another picture of you manages to be taken. “Jeez man, what the crap was that?” you ask yourself before hitting your destination a few blocks up to get your sons pressed tux for his performance tomorrow night. He was going to play with his orchestra group and then had a solo as well. You loved to encourage him in his passions, though it was a major hurdle in a lot of life decisions you had to make, as with all the important things once becoming a parent you gave up everything to make sure they succeeded. Getting used to the sound of a trumpet however in its early stages is about as interesting as it gets, as with all musical aspirations. Lots of practice, lessons, band trips and money later it was all worth it to see him playing at a well-known place on live tv as part of all his hard work though at the young age of 10. God knows all the parents here with the group have put forth the same efforts and struggles so it was a tight knit group of you that made the cheering/support group for them. Finishing up your errands and heading back to the hotel you are surprised when the front desk stops you and states that you have a message when you got back.

“How in all things holy did he find me?” you ask as you read the note left for you from Sebastian. ‘I am soo sorry about earlier. As you can see I work in something that makes going around town kinda crazy. Please call or text me when you get this. -Seb.’ A heavy sigh comes out and you debate for a good five minutes before you actually have your curiosity get the best of you. “So… you’re a professional stalker as well?-(y/n)” you send to him tossing your phone to the bed and hanging up the tux in the closet before opening up your laptop to pull up the itinerary from work for your trip and looking everything over to make sure you have enough time to get back to get ready for the concert. Your phone is ringing suddenly which makes you jump since you were so focused on the computer. “Hello?” you answer knowing the number is one you just made contact with. “Hey doll, so I am soo sooo sorry about all that earlier, I just wish you hadn’t run off so fast. I wanted your number before you booked it like a bat out of hell.” You hear with a chuckle. “Well seems like you had no problems finding me just off the little bit of info I apparently told you so looks like you got it anyhow..” you say with a smile. “What time is his concert, I would like to see the group in action, when I looked up the event it looks like a great night of music in store.” He responds. “Tickets by now are either sold or you may still get some but its gonna be like $225 for them. I’m surprised you would want to come though.” You say a little more reserved, the weird stalker feeling coming back to the surface. “Well, I’ll explain it this way, it supports the schools I presume, which in turn helps you so I’ll fork out whatever it costs for educational purposes. Is that ok with you? I won’t come if you don’t want me to though (y/n)..” and you stop. Your heart flutters a few beats and you can’t form a sentence from hearing your name come out so.. enticingly. That would be a good word. “Yea I mean if you don’t mind a 3 hour concert that is. It starts at 6. Do dress accordingly and please leave the people you had earlier at home, there will already be camera crews and all there..” you finally respond back. “Great, well… can I text you until then?” a more serious but sweeter request coming across. “Yea, sure.. busy day with my teaching courses but I can try through the day.” Trying to not sound somewhat excited that less than 12 hours ago you were ogling this man in a coffee shop and he is now wanting to talk more with you. “Awesome! Thanks so much (y/n)! I’ll text you soon doll.” It almost gives you the creeps actually at how fast this had become a thing that you wanted to text him back and tell him to not come but of course it was an “open to the public” showcase so you knew even if he didn’t try to find you he would go just out of support for the arts if he really was as interested as he seemed.

 Letting out a long sigh and figuring it best to drop the matter, you toss your phone back to the bed and get back to reviewing and scheduling the day to be ready for tomorrow. Luckily most of the work you had was going to be done by 1-2 pm so you had at least a few hours before the showcase. You head to pick up your son and grab dinner on the way back to the hotel. After showers and last minute reviews you head to bed and just as you nearly doze off the familiar text bing goes off. You lay there deciding if it’s important enough to look at, figuring it may be one of the teachers, you pop up on your shoulder and check. ‘Thank you for another chance (y/n), I really want to show you that it’s not always as crazy as it seemed earlier. See you tomorrow night, sleep well printesa.’ Realizing you are grinning way too much at a text when you catch the last word not recognizing it. “Ughh bump it, I’ll google it tomorrow.” You mumble as you pass out for the night.

 The next morning you both head down to the breakfast bar to get ready for the day and then as you start to head back to the room you realize you left your phone up there & hope nothing important had happened. You both scramble to the elevator since it’s the only communication to the teachers and your colleagues that can reach the both of you and of course ‘2 missed calls, 1 unread text’. Sighing as the voicemail plays letting you know that your son needs to be there another hour prior to the already scheduled time since the other school prior to his performance apparently is having to use more space than they were granted and seating arrangements need to be redone, the next is the lead teacher and your friend from work letting you know she would be there at 6:50 for you to get to the panel and to wear comfortable shoes cause they changed the location due to an overbooked hotel conference room by someone else.

 “Fan-flippin-tastic” you mumble as you let your son know and smile as he groans himself but you two get changed and greet the chaperone just down the hall that is gonna be with him and the other 4 kids that she was assigned. She was a nice mom but you didn’t know her as well as the others so you hoped he was at least alright and behaving with her. You get downstairs and squint at the sun already trying to cook your somewhat tan but still pale skin on your arms as you both made your way & suddenly realizing you meant to look up that word he sent last night You meet your coworker and closest friend to head to the convention. Giving her a general run-down of your events yesterday she smiles as she says “Well he can take my plus one ticket if he is so insistent..” she says. “Ohh hell no.. you wouldn’t quit bugging me for days about this showcase for him, you’re going!” you fuss back teasingly. “And besides, he wants to drop some big bucks for a ticket to support the kids school who am I to tell him no? Helps me in the long run with future trips.” you say smiling at her. Forgetting completely that you had a text this morning you check it and its from Sebastian. “Good morning, hope you slept well. Just curious, is it just suit and tie or more formal?” you read, wondering if he even has more than just a regular suit. “Well, its dressy but not entirely ‘black dress party’ or wedding formal” you texted back to him and felt a little stir about seeing him in a nice suit that you had quickly dismissed since you were entering the conference room and didn’t need that sort of distracting thought to get you into trouble so you switch to ‘Do Not Disturb’ mode until break time and get ready to learn.

  Three and a half hours really drag when you aren’t hands on with the learning or actually doing your job and your brain is desperate for fresh oxygen. During the lunch break you check your phone “5 texts received” and you check through them, 3 more from him and 2 from the other parents. Nothing serious with the parents so you check back on his. “What color are you wearing tonight, or is that important?” “Scratch that, plain black and white usually work, sorry about bugging you, hope your day is going well. =)” “I really can’t wait to see this performance, I’m excited about it!” you sigh/groan rather loudly than intended and suddenly like a ghost your friend is at your side staring at the messages and then grinning like an idiot at you. “OOOOOO so he’s the one tagging along with us I see..” as she plays it off coolly seeing your expression of loathing but love for her and her timing. “Yea would you wanna see him before tonight?” asking jokingly at her when she grins and nods almost like a bobblehead doll. “You are hopeless..” you grin back then text him to see if he will send you a contact picture for you. While your waiting you see the word from the text last night and look it up. “Thank the stars for mobile internet” you say as it pulls the translation base from Romania. “Alrighty then…” when you see what it says is “princess”. “Well, okay then..” as you blush and of course a new picture message that only took about a minute to receive and you chuckle to yourself. When you see it and stare at least a good 30 seconds before showing her the picture, then she shrieks which damn near deafened you. “The hell is wrong with you?!” you spit out in a hushed but fussing tone and yank the phone back as quickly as you show her. “(y/n) PLEASE tell me you know who that is!!!!” she questions almost breathless. “Ummm.. enlighten me?” as her whole face is beaming now with excitement and what some call a “fangirling moment” when she explains that he is a character from the movie called “The Covenant” you went and saw when it came out & that he plays in the Marvel movies that have been coming out and that the cave you live in must be tucked somewhere on a deserted island for you to not have known him. “Sorry to burst your bubble but I’m sure Gil knows, you know the kid likes all the superheroes.” and that’s when you are now forced to google him and when it pulls the pictures up your jaw drops. ‘My god it is him’ you think, ‘How in the heck did I manage this?!’ you wonder knowing now why he was bombarded by people and photographers. “Well I stepped in some serious shit now..” you mumble then realize you have to remind your friend to stay quiet cause you certainly did not need another scene made with the two of you. She swears to keep her silence though her smile is screaming otherwise and you both head back in for lunch and the rest of the presentation.

 Four pm comes too quickly and you find yourself taking your makeup and hair stuff with you to the performance area and getting ready there with your son is practicing away. You have your nerves on edge as the final touches are done just before 5:20. you stash away your stuff before rushing out front for photo ops and to watch the director answer interviews and talk about their part for this evening. Your phone vibrates in your hand and you nervously check it. “I can see you from here and you are stunning..” you see from him and quickly glance up scanning the cameras and people around when you feel a hand slowly at your lower back and look up to see him with quite a sweet smile as he looks you over, taking you in as your black v-cut dress hugs all your curves and the small black heels help you almost come eye to eye with him. You can’t help but blush when he urges you forward slightly to follow behind the class and that’s when it happens “SEBASTIAN, SEBASTIAN OVER HERE!!” from the middle of the group of press and then its all over. Struggling to see so you can walk you are now moving your arm through his as a brace to get through the insane amounts of flash and screams for a picture. You see your son looking back through the commotion at you and can’t tell if he’s in shock or joy that apparently a superhero was holding his mom at the hip to him.

 When you finally get in the doors and can see again you try to rub your eyes gently to not mess up your makeup and feel yourself being led through the seating area and then realize that you are much closer than your original seats were and you stop looking for your friend who was supposed to be with you. “I have to find my friend, we were supposed to sit together.” Scanning the audience again when you see her almost running to keep up with you two and nabbing the 3 seats that were suddenly available to you when you were told it was arranged by the schools. Apparently his “status” gave you some pull with seats only 3 rows back in the center instead of the far right about 10 rows back.

“… I’m sorry baby.. Where was I?” when you are snapped out of the memory and see him, a big smile plastered on his face and you let out a giggle. He clears the room in only 3 steps before he’s back on top of you propped on his elbows staring into your eyes. “You ok?” he says with a more concerned look now and you nod slowly. “How about you? Seemed more important to rush out on a nearly naked woman to answer a call..”

 “Well I have a proposition for you, it can wait if you want but I forgot a friend was coming over tonight soo…” with an unreadable look on his face that you would normally presume as embarrassed but now you are the one who’s nervous..