#his eye contact hhhhhhhh

[sturnioloho]

oh my oh my

[what-if-i-just-did]

What about.. aliens and neurodivergents?

Like, they find out about body language, and facial expressions, and sayings, and all of that stuff. And the amount of poisons we drink for fun. And they're weirded out. And the humans don't know how to explain it, because they don't know any other.

Then the aliens meet neurodivergents. And at first they're like, wtf there are humans who don't understand humans? But then they realise, oh wait, these 'weird' humans can explain the 'normal' ones. And they start calling the neurodivergents 'h-w', 'humans weird'. So they talk about neurotypicals. And someone bring up how we poison ourselves for fun. And the neurodivergent is like, "Oh yeah, caffeine doesn't work on me, and I need like a whole wine bottle to get even tipsy and like six sigarettes for the nicotine to work but I had weed once and I got like wicked high instantly" and the alien is like wtf you're h-w you're supposed to be normal by galactic standards???

And say, the Kgrifu ship Hashalaiy has eight humans, which is almost the permitted maximum of ten, and only one of the eight are neurodivergent, and they tend to mask in public, even if the other humans aren't around. They usually turn down human applications but then they get one that states 'h-w, strong by human standards, frequently non-verbal' and they decide yes, let's hire this one, they're h-w, and if they're strong by human standards, they must be wicked-strong by galactic standards.

And this human, Bridge they call themself, introduces themselves to the other humans. The aliens look on with intrigue. Bridge keeps their eyes on the ground, talks softly, and fidgets with their sleeves. Seven of the other humans look them up and down, frown, and don't give them a second thought. The other h-w, though. Earth, her name is. She looks at them with curiousity, and exitement. When Bridge is done talking, Earth slowly walked towards them. She doesn't make eye-contact, like she usually does. "Autistic?" She asks in a soft voice. Bridge looks up, nods enthusiastically. Earth breaks out in a large grin. "ADHD with a side of OCD, on my side." The aliens don't know what those words mean. Then Bridge's expression changes slightly, and it isn't an expression any of the Kgrifu's know, but Earth immediatly replies verbally by saying "It's Earth."

The aliens observe Earth and Bridge interact the next few weeks. They're almost always around eachother, and barely talk to communicate. When they do talk, it's usually Earth- Bridge has said maybe a total of 20 sentences while around Earth, and usually they only really use one word. Rather than words, they use the 'body language' Earth claimed not to know, a few words from something called 'sign language' (an entire language of hand-movements!), simple noises such as hums, and, suprisingly.. touch. Earth will tap Bridge's right shoulder twice, or Bridge will run their fingers through Earth's hair (humans only have fur in four or five places on their bodies, and the fur on their heads are ridiculously long), and the both of them will recognise this as communication.

One time, ensign Ririfé sees/overhears (pretty much the same thing for xe's species) one of the 'normal' humans, Pietro, xe thinks his name is, look at such a non-verbal conversation with annoyance. Earth hums a specific melody, something best written as 'hmm-hmm-hmm-hhhhhhhh-hmm?', and then Bridge cocks their head to the left. Earth responds by doing a kind of half-shrug with one shoulder and saying "Tomorrow". Bridge thinks for a second before shrugging. Pietro calls out, saying: "Hey! Talk out loud, would ya!" This gets an identifiably 'angry' look from Earth, pointedly directed at Pietro, whereas Bridge, a large, muscular human, basically shrinks into themselves. Earth angles her head towards the door and looks back at Bridge. Without words exchanged, they leave. Pietro looks even more annoyed and goes over to his 'friends' (a human word for a non-biologically related pack consisting of humans (or other, sometimes!) of the general same age). Ririfé rushes to go tell the captain.

Alternatively, the aliens brand neurodivergents as the normal ones, and neurotypicals as the oddballs. The neurotypicals do not know how to handle this. I don't feel like writing a whole story for that right now but if you like the idea you should tell me.

Feel free to add on to this btw!

[liyacreate]

Hi! I really like the way you write the Obey me! boys. I hope reqs are open, if not feel free to ignore. How would they(brothers or datables) react to a very cuddly mc? I’m talking trying to bury themselves into the boys when they get to cuddle? They are very shy when it comes to public affection so this would mostly happen during more private moments. Thank you a ton if you do write this :D <3

That's such a cute imagine hhhhhhhh. Also thank you for the compliment, I'm glad you like my writing!!

Also yes my reqs are very open! I really need the ideas ehe.

Also also I wanna do the dateables too so I'll put them in a seperate post since this one is a little longer than my usual stuff

Dateables vers. (Coming soon)

Lucifer

He isn't a big fan of public affection either. He prefers to show it when it's only you two as it makes it feel more special, more intimate. He wishes you and only you to see him when he's vulnerable. Being able to be that close to the avatar of pride and being able to see him tired but content in your arms is a privilege he is willing to give only to you.

He always looks forward to your usual cuddles, especially after a long day of work. Being in your arms or having you in his arms recharges his energy and for however long the cuddles goes, he can put all his worries away. He can relax and feel that everything is fine. For the moment, he is able to take off his strict persona and just feel your warmth and comfort. He appreciates it and you never fail to make his day no matter how horrible it was before.

He likes being big spoon and feel you in his arms to remind himself that you're safe and nothing can take you away but sometimes when the day gets too stressful, he like being small spoon. He likes to face you while you're cuddling so that he can bury his face in your chest and hear your heartbeat to calm himself down. He loves it when you try to bury into him. It melts his heart and fills it with pride.

Mammon

He absolutely LOVES your cuddle sessions. He will never admit it but he gets grumpy when you miss cuddling him for the day. Mams is extremely touch starved, please don't forget to cuddle your greedy demon.

Whenever he feels horrible, he has started to instinctively seek you out. Simply being near you is enough to bring his spirits up, imagine how he feels when you're hugging. You can tell how much these cuddles mean to him every time. With how he lowers his volume to keep the relaxing vibe. How he's so gentle and careful not to accidentally hurt you. How his eyes give that look like you're the most precious thing in the 3 realms, that you're worth more than any amount of grim or any treasure that exists. With how his arms squeaze you slightly sometimes as if Mammon is afraid that you'll leave but relax when you smile at him and every insult hurled at him, every debt he has, every problem he's been faced with just vanishes. He loves you so much and these cuddles will always be one of the best things in his life.

He likes to switch things up sometimes. He likes being big spoon because it makes him feel like you'll never disapear. He also likes small spoon because he feels like no problem can reach him, not when you're holding him close to you. That's why he goes feral when you bury yourself into him, trying to get closer than you already are.

Leviathan

He malfunctions for a while at the start. Freezes up and stops breathing. Do you actually want to cuddle him? HIM?? Are you sure? Reassure him but he'll still be in disbelief the first few times. He will eventually realize that yes, you do indeed want to hold him. It feels so unreal to him that you would be fine with being in such close contact with him, let alone actually WANT it. But he won't turn you away. If anything it feels like he's pulling you in. He'll start to get extremely upset when you don't cuddle him.

Your cuddles become a comfort to him. A sort of anchor and reminder that you like him. That you like hanging out with him and don't see him as a yucky otaku that should be avoided like the plague. It makes him feel loved, something he didn't realize he's been missing for so long. Now that he has it, he can't ever see letting go of you. You allow him to feel safe and comforted. For after centuries he gets to feel that someone cares about him. And he is so thankful for everything you've given him.

He is fine with being big spoon but is over the moon when little spoon. He loves the feeling of you around him. The feeling of you close to him lets him forget anything that may be borthering him. He feels protected and loved. He will however malfuntion again if you try to bury yourself into him. Instant tomato cosplay. One thing to note is that he also has this habbit though it's more so to hide his face when he gets too embarassed.

Satan

I feel like he would also be a cuddler. Being able to keep you close is one of his life's best joys. He loves being able to hold you while the two of you are reading books together. Be it where you read seperate books or the same where one reads it out loud for the other. It ends up becoming something the two of you do at least once a week. A special event of sorts that the fourth born looks forward to everyday.

Your comfort becomes one of the few things that can calm the avatar of wrath down. So much so that everyone has realized that whenever he gets out of control, you're the person that should be called immediately. Ever since you've arrived in the devildom and wormed your way into their hearts, the amount of property damage has been reduced considerably. He appreciates you so much and he loves showing it with his cuddles. Wishing the words that even the knowledgeable Satan, who has read more books than seconds you'll live, cannot say with words alone can be conveyed by how he held you.

He doesn't mind what spoon he is but he does like it when you cuddle on a comfy chair with you on his lap, or a sofa where you two can cuddle while sitting. He loves it when you try to get closer by burying into him. It reminds him of that thing cats do when they want pets. He ends up petting you while cuddling or playing with your hair. He may sometimes even mimic it when he's sleepy.

Asmodeus

He absolutely loves cuddles. Asmo is a very touchy person and enjoys being close to other people. He enjoys being all over you, and smothering you with hugs even in public unless you tell him you're uncomfortable with it. When you have cuddle sessions, he makes sure you're both wearing very comfy and soft pajamas. He makes sure it's cute and the two of you look great even with your limbs tangled together.

He always looks forward to your cuddles. He would have you sleep in his room to cuddle every night if he could. Of course the other brothers *cough* mainly Mammon *cough* would be very vocal in their protest to that. Which is why Asmo makes sure to savor everytime he's able to keep you. He sets up scented candles, makes sure everything is soft and comfortable. He turns cuddle sessions into self care sessions and you always end up feeling refreshed and glowing afterwards. He just loves to pamper you. Also he likes being able to just hang out and be close to someone without it being a means to get into his pants. It's definitely a nice change of pace and he cherishes each moment of it.

He can be big spoon or little spoon. Doesn't matter, as long as he's able to hold you close to him and see your adorable face up close. He'll pepper your face with small pecks if you allow him to. He can't help how giddy he is when holding you that there's always a grin plastered on his face and he's extra giggly the whole time. Doesn't help that you like to bury yourself into him. It takes everything in him not to squeal into your ear about how much he adores you. Sometimes that everything isn't enough and he ends up tightening his hug just a little bit more while he sings praises.

Beelzebub

He's very used to cuddles, he's extremely close with Belphie after all. He doesn't seek you out for cuddles that much. Most of them happen naturally. Like impromptu cuddles where you the two of you are sitting alone while hanging out and you're both comfortably lean unto each other. The lean turns into a hug. And pretty soon it's like the two of you are tangled together. It usually happens when you watch movies or hanging around in your room. Belphie usually joins the two of you when you cuddle in their room. These moments are when Beel finds himself not as hungry as he usually is, being able to stay without food for longer than other times. As if being able to keep you close is enough to keep him content.

One of the few times he seeks you out for cuddles is after a nightmare. Being able to see and hold you lets him relax a bit. He calms down when he can hold you and assure himself that you're still here.

This giant teddybear in demon form is the second best cuddler out of the brothers. He knows his stuff thanks to experience. He's also the best person to burry into, more and bigger areas. I also think he would be great for when the weather is cold, he could become a demon blanket. He loves it when you do it too. Finds it adorable and ends up staring at you to better keep the memory in his head. He would like to be little spoon mostly so that he's less likely to accidentally hurt you. However, he does enjoy being big spoon occasionally. He wants to protect you from anything that could put you in danger. Being able to hold you gives him assurance that you're safe in his arms and he won't let anything harm you while you're with him.

Belphegore

If Beel is number 2, Belphie is number 1. King of cuddles (and demanding cuddles). He won't admit it but he adores that you like to cuddle too. It saves him the energy of asking for them. The two of you would hold each other for hours. He wishes you could cuddle for days or even weeks but alas his brothers wouldn't have any of that. But while he still has you near, he won't let go no matter how much you try to leave. Brat. /a He sleeps more soundly when you're around. You find that you also sleep better around him which is mostly caused by Belphie not only knowing exactly how to get confortable but also using his power as the avatar of sloth to make sure you have the best dreams. Say goodbye to sleepless nights.

He makes sure to monopolize you and your time. Tempting you in with promise of great long cuddle sessions. Up to you to decide if it works. I like to imagine he has pics of when you two cuddle saved on his DDD just cause he finds you adorable. Of course he won't admit it and tease you about how you snore or have drool. But even so his tone is always full of adoration that you know he doesn't mean it. For he cares so much about you and you can feel how much he does through the way he holds you.

He is either little spoon or completely on top of you. Either way his arms and legs will find a way to keep you stuck on your cuddle spot. If you try to leave he'll wrap his tail around you to keep you or whine until you either relent or make a deal to continue cuddling later. He also has the habbit of burrying himself into you so the two of you end up burrying into each other. At the end of each session it's as if you and Belphie are one.

[fiveminuterice]

HhHHHHHh thanks to you edyn and niklaus dating propaganda is not leaving my brain therefore I shall unstructurally ramble about it. my thoughts are very unbaked and just word and emotion soup rn but lo and behold: 

edyn's desire to find gillion being so strong that it drew niklaus to her (basically summoned him), and him seeing edyn, so distraught and on the verge of dying, having gone through a lot (what, exactly, he wouldn't know completely but he knows she'd suffered). He'd helped her, originally probably just out of curiosity of who this oh-so-interesting triton might be, so headstrong and also has some sort of connection to the gods (by virtue of being lunadeyis' chosen one, as he finds out later after talking to her more)

edyn, coming across this charming tiefling, who seems to be so laid-back and knowledgeable and so so helpful. the more he sticks around, the more she seems to trust him. his silky smooth voice and presence comforting her and despite everything, it feels so easy to open up to him. she tells him her story. How she'd been brought up, not with her family, but rather in the cold and isolating training rooms, under the elder's ever-harsh and watchful gaze. how she has a wonderful younger brother, bright-eyed and bushy tailed, so excitable and curious about everything. How her training never stopped. How she felt saddned about not being able to spend more of her time with her brother. How proud she was when she learned of her brother getting picked as an apprentice for a pretty high research position. How they were about to have a meeting with the Navy, and how things went from bad to disastrous in mere seconds. How her brother, about to be killed, got shown 'mercy' and got exiled. How they were going to send people to hunt him down, from what she overheard. How she left that place despite her training and duty towards her pledge of being the soldier the undersea required.

niklaus initially sticking around the chosen one, knowing that she would be bringing about waves of change with not just her prophecy but also because of the kind of person she seemed to be. soft-spoken but not taking anyone's shit. polite but calculative in terms of knowing what to say and to whom. learning the ways of the oversea quickly. her piercing blue eyes bright with determination, shining oh so perfectly in the sunlight. the turquoise and purple skin glistening under the light of the moon. her hair framing her face perfectly, her charming smile brightening the room, and her dimples making it even better.

them just growing closer over time, maybe splitting paths to move toward their own goals, but then meeting again on another island. growing closer and maybe one day over a bottle of wine, confessing their feelings to each other.

niklaus would probably try to act as he usually did, charming and nonchalant, while offhandedly mentioning his feelings in a tipsy daze. edyn, usually choosing her words carefully but for once letting loose and letting him know she liked and appreciated him in a way more than acquaintances way.

them deciding to start dating, and since they both know and understand they each have their own things to take care of, them keeping contact over conch shells.

edyn maybe coming across things which make her realise that there's a lot more to niklaus than he led on in the beginning and them having a whole talk about it.

edyn, after finding gillion, finding out her boyfriend made a deal with her brother and being internally devastated. because what could niklaus even want from him.

anyways VERY UNCOOKED THOUGHTS BUT YEAH. ALSO EDYN AND NIKLAUS MAKING OUT SEND POST <3

MY GODDDD YOUR BRAINNNNNNNNNN DAWG

Could you imagine if Niklaus made the deal with Gillion AFTER he met Edyn??? the DRAMA !!! and better yet if she finds out about the deal from Gillion and not from Niklaus like hooohhhhhh my godd

The idea of them only meeting every so often between islands is a really interesting idea. like “oh, i didn’t expect to see you again” and they *keep* meeting again to the point Edyn would specifically look out to see if she can find Niklaus. Eventually they exchange callnches or however that works, and Edyn is so HAPPY. and NIKLAUS IS SO HAPPY TOO!! he keeps up his facade, but he’s genuinely happy to know Edyn!! LIKE AS A PERSON!!

Niklaus having to kind of battle who he is as a person and who he wants to be to be with Edyn. GOD ,, i think even him offhandedly mentioning his feelings for Edyn as he’s tipsy is CRAZYYYYYY like man’s needs an excuse for himself to be TRUTHFUL TO THE WOMAN HE HAS FEELINGS FOR. BUT HE DOES LIKE HER!! I think it would be even more tragic if he really earnestly has feelings for Edyn, but whatever he felt wasn’t enough for him to tell her the TRUTH.

Also the Breakdown of Edyn realizing that she’s shared EVERYTHING about herself to Niklaus and he has barely opened up about himself at all. or worse, he has but only the parts he wanted her to know about. and now he has her YOUNGER BROTHER, essentially the only family she has that matters, at his mercy. and he didn’t even tell her. and if she never found gillion, she’d never know. how would she be able to reconcile in her mind who Niklaus is and who he showed himself to be.

[tiredf-o-u-r]

I’m having a possible memory arising of being in class with my teacher crush and just heart eyes swooning at him talking in front of the class and when he looked in my direction we hold eye contact for a second and he stumbles over his words or like trails off what he’s saying for a moment like he’s glitching and stutters over it and we don’t look at eachother for the rest of class. The clearest memory that makes me think it could actually be real though is looking at my friend after that like ?!?! And her being like oh so yall are in love now and being sooooooooooo heart go brrrr embarrassed.

I would be remiss to not also mention here the time it had to be my last semester of high school it was extra extra hot in his classroom and I pulled up the sleeves of my shirt greaser style and totally not to show off the tattoo I just got and it paid off so good cause at one point I was just talking to my friends and looked across the room and saw him staring at my tattoo like eyes locked brain empty hands fidgeting hhhhhnnnfndnblmll and then immediately saw that I had turned in his direction and made panic eye contact with me and we both looked away flustered hhhhhhhh can you believe that happened

[lunaereum]

i am a gay?

[astolfofo]

𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙤?

This was written for @dottorology​ ‘s event

Summary: Maid Kazuha takes care of you No. I will not shut up about maid kazuha, and you cannot stop me.

Warnings: Nsfw (It’s not that bad i swear-), Implied virginity loss (kind of), degrading, and crossdressing ehe. A/N: It’s my first time writing something like this... so sorry if it’s bad... AND IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG HHHHHHHH I WAS BUSY FOR THE LAST WEEK BECAUSE OF SCHOOL

Kazuha's grip felt like it was going to crush your arm.  

"Wh-what- Kazuha what are you doing?"

He was right on top of you. His white hair covered half of his face, but you could tell his face was a blushing mess.

You could hear Kazuha breathing heavily. You could feel your face getting hotter. Awkwardly, you tried to avoid eye contact.

"I'm sorry (Y/N)... please.. forgive me.... I can't hold back any longer."

"What-"

Without warming, his lips crashed onto yours, which caused you to gasp in surprise. Then, you slowly closed your eyes, and began to relax. After what felt like an eternity, your lips parted, which allowed you to breathe. Still, a small strand of saliva still connected the two of you. "You're... still wearing the maid outfit," you muttered.

Kazuha smiled, "Of course I am.. After all, you did say you liked it more..."

"Wouldn't you be uncomfortable though? Espically with the thigh suspenders... those aren't meant for guys."

"Don't worry! It's fine!"

His face was so close, your noses were touching. "Besides... I'll do anything you ask of me. I don't mind."

"I-"

"It's our secret though, master. I'd prefer if you didn't tell anyone."

"Hey!"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding."

You looked away in embarrassment.

"Although... I wouldn't mind being your maid though..."

His bandaged thumb gently touched your lower lip. "It would be my honor to serve someone as precious and beautiful as you."

You looked away. "I'm not either of those things..."

"Of course you are."

His hands slowly moved to your shirt. "Stop being so modest."

"I-I'm not-"

And then to your pants.

"You are."

"It's a fact! I'm just an average person. I don't have anything special."

He bevan reaching for the waistline of your pants.

"You're not. Not to me, anyways."

Kazuha untied your pants, and began pulling them down.

"But that's just what you think."

Your pants fell to the ground, leaving your thighs exposed.

Kazuha took off your pants, and threw them in a corner.

"Then... fuck what everyone else thinks."

"Hey... what are you doing...?"

Kazuha didn't answer. Instead, he pulled your underwear down.

"H-Hey... stop..."

You tried to close your thighs, but Kazuha held them open.

Your eyes widened.

"Oh my (Y/N)... Your panties are drenched. All of this from just one kiss?"

"I... I.. shut up...."

Kazuha smirked, "Is master having a difficult time? Don't worry... I'll help you."

Kazuha's hand moved up your thighs, towards your pussy.

He spread your legs further apart, slowly inserting one digit.

This action made you gasp in surprise, seemingly because you had  never felt such a sensation before.

"You like this don't you? I never thought you were so nasty. You act so composed on the outside compared to this."

His fingers reached that spongy spot inside of you, which made you moan in pleasure. Kazuha slowly began pumping his fingers for serveral moments straight, until he felt you clenching around him.

You felt something get tighter and tighter inside of you, until it felt like it was going to break. "Cum for me, (Y/N)."

Your mind was overtaken by pleasure, almost as if understanding his words, you instantly came. Waves of euphoria crashed over you as you came back to your senses.

Kazuha took out his fingers to taste your cum. He licked some of it off, while blushing slightly. His skirt was covered in your liquids. That was okay though: it was better that way.

A sort of pride washed over him. He had basically taken your virginity. Kazuha smiles in a mysterious way. An emotion that couldn't be explained.

And as long as you were his master, and he was your loyal, dedicated maid, nothing else in the world would ever matter.

[altocat]

hi! sending an ask again because i really love your writing, but how do you feel about writing something happy with child! sephiroth? bittersweetness and time traveler aus are super welcome! :)

Hhhhhhhh I really want to do a wholesome time traveler AU oneshot for sure. Namely something that involves Cloud. I'm gonna add that to my list. Until then, here's a bit of fluff!

In which Cloud travels back to end Sephiroth's life prematurely but honestly just kinda ended up snatching him away from Shinra and taking care of him instead. Because child!Seph is cute.

"I'm not supposed to."

Cloud could handle being stuck here. He could reconcile himself with the fact that he technically hadn't even been born yet. But the words were the worst part, nagging, following them everywhere they went, every town, every other hour. A constant barrage of cringing, mewling dejection, not outright refusal, but an apology, an open declaration of shame directed towards whatever invisible demons tailed the child even this far away from the facility.

"I'm not supposed to."

Gods, what had they DONE to him? Cloud didn't know and he'd be lying if he said he didn't care. This was his icon, his childhood paragon of strength and courage. A shrinking, cowering creature that constantly clung to his arm, his large green eyes staring up into Cloud's face with both fear and open adoration.

"I'm not--" He'd begun for the sixth time that day as they entered the shop.

"Shut up. You gotta eat something. And the bakery's the only place that's open here. So don't whine about it."

Sephiroth had flinched, ducking his head and pressing closer to Cloud. "Yes, sir." Cloud hadn't remembered Sephiroth being terribly touchy, at least not in Nibelheim. Now, it seemed he needed constant contact, his little fingers clutching Cloud's hand like a lifeline.

The dark-brown slab was presented to the child with an unceremonious plop, Cloud dumping it into Sephiroth's small white palms and strolling casually ahead down the path. Sephiroth eyed the frosting-coated treat and balked, face scrunching, lips pursed.

"What is it?"

"Cake. It was on sale. Breakfast."

"Cake??"

"You know what that is, don't you? Try it. It's sweet."

The boy only stared, head tilted, his silver bangs bobbing. "I'm not suppos--"

Cloud had glared. Hard. And the child nearly rammed it into his face, his pale cheeks stained with chocolate, his green eyes glistening with sudden realization and wonder.

"Iffs gooffffth."

"Yeah. Figured."

The boy was licking his fingers, running up to Cloud's side. He held up the remains, that momentary guilt returning, his little shoulders lowering in supplication.

"Nope. Yours."

"Mine?"

"You think I want to eat that? You massacr--well, you made it all messy. Enjoy."

Sephiroth looked quizzical, nibbling hesitantly on the final pieces. Cloud sighed and moved forward, watching the trail of a hawk as copper wings blocked the orb of the sun overhead. It was going to be a long day. They had a long way to go to get to the mountains. Sephiroth took his hand again and Cloud glanced back down. The boy's face was filthy. He looked ridiculous. But there was a smile, yes. Just enough of a smile to matter.

"Ugh. Now my hands are sticky. Nice job."

Sephiroth laughed.

"...Brat," the blond muttered, trudging ahead.

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

Notice Tails's body language with his tails in the scene where he further explains his backstory to Sonic: first his tails are resting in the opposite direction of Sonic, then he sets his tails directly next to Sonic, then it looks like he's about to wrap his tails around Sonic, and then it finally cumulates with him fully covering Sonic with his tails as they sleep (and somewhat unrelated but Tails noticeably doesn't make eye contact with him when he reveals he was an outcast)

hHHHHHHH

[nanamis-bigtie]

My smut approach towards Zoro is... Weird, lightly saying.

I see him and think: feral, rough sex, domination, pain & pleasure, rough grasp, bite marks, hickeys, either standing or from behind.

But at the same time I know he's one of those people who are lowkey in awe with their partners, so he does his best to be gentle and loving, even if he most of times fails with that - because this poor man is so not used to being gentle with anyone nor anything, and his face is almost apologetic, despite carnal desire in his eyes as he holds you close and thrusts into you harder than he intended, and trying to cover his roughness by eye contact and strong yet tender embrace and hhhhhhhh

[potatotrash0]

I had this one au where Post Game Future Foundation Agents! Komahina somehow get blasted back to the past and to the simulator, and meet their in game counter parts, like about right after the second trial where everyone thinks Nagito is crazy. Why?

-The class of 77-B seeing a version of Nagito in the future that got the help he needed and is growing beautifully from his trauma, and therefore able to socialize with Nagito and have a genuine connection and understand him.

-The class asking what's up with the whole fancy suits and PG! Nagito's metal arm, and Nagito being a little shit and lying through his teeth, telling a story with enough holes in the plot that will give cheese a run for its money, and his lover a stroke.

-The class of 77-B, and the in game version of themselves being incredibly shocked and flustered when they find out PG! Nagito and Hajime are a couple, and are doing couple things like hand holding/kissing, etc. Like healthy couple stuff-IG!

-IG! Nagito and Hajime asking PG! Hajime what his talent is and Hajime having to like, try to avoid the conversation desperately. PG! Nagito watches in amusement and his smile grows when his lover flares at him for being unhelpful.

- PG! Hajime also knows how to fluster Nagito like no other, and will use that on IG! Nagito when he gets worked up. He also knows how to ground Nagito when he spirals as well. (This is definitely not because he likes his own boyfriend getting a little huffy and jealous at another version of himself, no sirrr)

-PG! Nagito with long hair tied in a low ponytail and that becomes the center of attention because who thought Nagito's rat nest looking hair would be so soft and silky?

-PG! Nagito also getting back at his Hajime by giving attention acting like IG! Hajime's sugar daddy to IG! Hajime. IG! Hajime does not think of it as anything at first but feels weird around him, but PG! Hajime knows his Nagito is getting back at him for not showing him enough attention, and also knows Hajime doesn't know it yet but he's also gay as fuck and his boyfriend is the target of his attraction. FFs.

-PG! Hajime letting his boyfriend go a little feral, as a treat, and fuck around in the simulation just to make Monokuma's life harder. This is so long and stuff I'm so sorry but I have this au for so long and I love them and this au and I had to infodump

hey anon your brain is so huge actually i love this with all my heart??????

kdnfksnxkdbx i love that both pg! ko and hajime decide to fuck with each other just a little bit for funsies. it probably confuses the heck outta their ig! counterparts but i don’t think either of them would really mind that much for gay reasons <3 (sugar daddy is literally sending me rn skdjdkdnx)

god i can just see pg! hajime watching some of the stuff ig! nagito does/says to him and just turning to his nagito like “how. how did i not get the hint back then ;;;;;;;” and ig! hajime getting annoyed that he’s not getting the joke dkjfkdfbkd. ig! nagito is also a bit confused but also definitely has to cover a few laughs with his hand bc even future hinata-kun realizes he’s rather dense sometimes.............

hhhhhhhh how do you think nagito would react to him even still being alive after the killing game......... ahhh if pg! komahina were from a couple years into the future, i could see ig! nagito not really understanding how he could have lived that long, what with his diagnosis. especially if pg! nagito has his natural hair growing in again because he’s getting healthier......gahhhhh.........

oh oh do you think everyone would flip over pg!hajime’s red eye skdbskxbdkx. he probably has to scramble for a cover story and just spits out that he uses contacts. like. just. just one. for the aesthetic yknow ahahaha..........and pg! nagito does his best not to give hajime away but he’s totally dying laughing inside because even if hajime has a good lying face bc of his talents, nagito knows he’s panicking big time. (someone (probably hiyoko) says that he looks a bit like monokuma with the left red eye and pg! hajime sulks for the next hour)

ahhh wait i’m thinking about ig! hajime going to pg! hajime and asking what it was that made him fall for his nagito. and then while pg hajime is listing off the things he loves about his ko, ig hajime finds himself thinking of his nagito and realizing he kinda maybe feels that way too. and pg hajime looks at his past self and sort of smiles knowingly because he remembers how it felt to realize he was in love with nagito, even if he found out a little, or maybe a lot, later than this version of himself.

[kuroos-babie]

Gachapon

Iwaizumi Hajime x fem!Reader

[ Oneshot ]

Request: I’ve come back for mooooore!!! You’re literally so great at writing 🥺🥺 Can I get a oneshot/fic of the reader overhearing a conversation between Iwaizumi and Oikawa (her brother) where they’re talking about Iwaizumi’s crush on her? — @lordeofthunder

a/n: sdjfksfdj ily jas u make mi heart go boom boom but i am literally shit at writing oneshots istg i cried over 67 tears trying to write this one,, i kinda like how it turned out tho hehe hope u like this one too hHhHHHhH

“I’m home”, you announced to no one in particular as you swung the front door open.

It was a blistering summer afternoon and you badly wanted to just strip down to nothing but your underwear and bask in the glory of your room’s air-conditioner. But recalling your brother telling you he’ll be having his bestfriend over today held you back at the thought.

With eyes quickly scanning the dimly lit living room and finding no one, you figured they were probably upstairs, doing things boys do when they have friends over or something. 

And you wanted in.

This was no rare occurrence in the Oikawa household; you often finding yourself trying to squeeze in between your brother and his bestfriend, not wanting to be left out.

Tohru would always whine but he would always let out a soft chuckle at your antics and scoot over to give you some badly wanted space.

“Iwa-chan~ why are you fussing so much over this?”, your brother’s voice spilled through the door which was cracked open, letting out light from his room and into the dark hallway.

Deciding against calling out to your brother, you continued up the stairs but stopped when you heard Iwaizumi’s voice.

“I don’t know if she’ll like it...”

There was so much uncertainty and anxiety dripping from his tone and you couldn’t help but listen in some more, curious on who this “she” is because how dare she make the Dependable Iwaizumi second-guess himself.

“You’re thinking this too much, Iwa-chan. I’m pretty sure Y/N will like whatever you give her, she’s very fond of you, you know?” 

Eyes widening at the mention of your name, you bit your lip in excitement? agitation? you weren’t sure, but you were certain your heart was about to jump out of your throat at the next words you heard

“But it’s not like she likes me like that, shittykawa”

“What?”

“That’s why you’re going to ask her! When you confess! While giving her that!”

“What????????????”

Iwaizumi let out an exasperated groan and plopped down the mattress, carefully inspecting the small item between his fingers with furrowed eyebrows

“But it’s so stupid”, he mumbled

“What made you think that confessing to your bestfriend’s little sister with a gachapon was a good idea anyway?”

“Shut up, shittykawa!”, his words were brash but he couldn’t stop the warm blush creeping up his face and tinting the tip of his ears, “It was cute, reminded me of her”

The last few words came out so softly that they didn’t quite reach your ears but your face still burned red with the idea of Iwaizumi possibly confessing to you any time soon.

And of course you liked him back-- who wouldn’t? He was strong, dependable, fun to be with and built like an absolute greek god. It was always him with his warm hugs and soft chuckles that never failed to make you feel all fuzzy inside. 

He’s always been all the comfort you’ve known since you were kids, his soft embrace the only solace you needed when Tohru was too much to handle or when they didn’t have your favorite ice cream flavour or when Chemistry was a little bit to hard on you or when you just really needed to be held at the moment.

“Whatever, I’m gonna go grab some water, I’m parched.”

You didn’t hear Iwaizumi’s words let alone notice the door opening wider, revealing him with wide eyes and mouth agape. 

“Y/N?”

The way your name left his lips shook you awake from your reverie and you’re suddenly face to face with the man who filled your thoughts just moments ago.

“I-Iwa, I was just-- I didn’t”

“Ohoho what’s this?” Oikawa chirped, standing against the doorframe, “Let me get that water for you Iwa-chan, okay?”

With a single pat on his bestfriend’s shoulder, Tohru skipped past you and went for the kitchen.

So now you were left with Iwaizumi and the incessant thrashing of your heart.

His face was as red as yours, if not more, and he scratched at the nape of his neck all while not breaking eye contact, “So you probably heard, huh?”

“H-heard what? I didn’t hear, no I didn’t. Not a thing.”

You felt the erratic beating of your heart in your throat and you felt light-headed with all the blood that’s rushing to your head. 

“No? I’d have to say it all again then”, there was now a playful smirk on his face, finding amusement in your distress.

“No! No no no-- No please, you’re going to break me” 

Your hands laid flat on his chest, trying to stop him from doing whatever it is that you didn’t have the capacity to think about anymore.

Iwaizumi let out a chuckle, gently removing your hands on his body and wrapping an arm around you, “God you’re too cute.”

With a frantic shake of your head, you wrapped your arms around his waist as well and he could’ve sworn his heart skipped more than one beat.

You both stayed like that for a few moments, trying to calm your hearts down. 

It was you who broke the silence, lifting your head up and looking at him with a pout.

“Where’s my gachapon?”

Iwaizumi chuckled once again before fishing it out of his jean pocket and dangling the small bear keychain in front of you, but before you could even snatch it, he held it up higher while leaning in close to your face.

“Gimme a kiss and maybe I’ll consider giving it to you.”

“Do I have to? Tohru said you should give it to me while confessing.”, you said all doe-eyed, trying to be smug about the situation but still having your arms wrapped around the man.

“All right then,” 

Leaning in closer and closer to your face, Iwaizumi smirked as your eyes grew wider and wider and all shades of red flushed your face, you sucked in a breath and shut your eyes tight.

You felt his warm breath on your lips and a soft peck on your cheek not even a second after,

“I like you, Y/N.” he finally said, a soft whisper in your ear.

[illfoandillfie]

Oh my gosh what about 40 except it’s her who texts the wrong person? With any of the boys I can’t choose lol

40. Called/texted the wrong person but she he was into it anyway.

Okay babe, this was a Very Good prompt. Originally didn’t plan to have quite so much smut but hhhhhhhh its midnight and i am worked the fuck up after a day of writing these things. Also it’s like 1500 words so I’m gonna chuck this one under a cut.

Also also, I went with Gwil because I haven’t had any gwil recs so blease be kind I don’t write him so often.

~~~

“u up? I need u” you sent the text quickly, hoping the guyyou’d had an off and on fuck buddy setup with would be around to answer.

“It’s 1am, why do you need me?”

More words than you’d expected. Normally he’d reply with athumbs up or down. But you didn’t think about it too much before replying. “myvibes out of batteries and my fingers aren’t working”

There was a long pause. Also unusual. Normally if he wasfree he’d reply within seconds. You glanced back up at the previous messages.Why was there a text in there about leaving your sweater at his place? You hadn’tbeen to his place recently. Your brain ticked over, slowly putting the piecesof the puzzle together until you realised your mistake. You took another lookat the name of the person you’d texted. GWILYM. Oh fuck. With all the speed youcould muster you began typing out a quick apology and explanation but beforeyou could hit send he’d responded.

“Poor baby girl. Can’t leave you like that, can we. Yours ormine?”

That was the last thing you’d expected him to say. Youshould let him know you’d texted him by accident though, shouldn’t you? Thatwas the polite thing to do. Your thumb hovered over the send button but youdrew it back again. The thing was, he was apparently not opposed to the idea.And if you told him you’d been thinking of someone else then he’d probably loosehis nerve or his interest. And really that would just leave you to booty call aguy who may or may not respond. But this was an almost guaranteed fuck. Sure,the potential for awkwardness was much higher but Gwil was very attractive andit wasn’t like you hadn’t considered it before. You deleted half the apologymessage and stopped again, reconsidering. Maybe he’d been joking. You retypedthe next three words of the apology. But he didn’t sound like he was joking. Sofuck it. Right? Yeah, fuck it. You’d just fuck Gwil instead of the guy younormally went to. You finished deleting the apology quickly typing back “mine?”

“I’ll be there in 10,” It came through a lot faster than theprevious messages. Okay. So he was coming over and he was eager. You lookedaround your room to make sure it was tidy enough for company, swinging yourlegs out of bed and walking towards your front door to wait. You stood, armsfolded over your chest for a couple of minutes, but the chill of the tiles creptup your bare legs, so you began pacing up and down the corridor, waiting forGwil to arrive. Around ten minutes later you heard a knock on your door, startlingyou from your reverie. You didn’t bother pretending to wait a few minutes,instead opening the front door before he’d managed to lower his fist. You weretoo worked up to worry about whether or not you looked desperate.

“Hi,” he said as soon as he saw you, “apparently you needme?”

All you could manage was to nod as you stepped out of thewalkway, letting him in.

“You that needy you can’t even talk?” He chuckled softly,dropping his overnight bag by the door and stepping in close to drag his thumbover your lips. You watched his eyes slowly creep up your body, taking in your nakedlegs and the oversized shirt you wore, “Good thing I’m here then, isn’t itdarling? Your room’s down this way, if I remember correctly?”

“Yeah,”

He laughed again as he let you go, turning to walk towardsyour room, trusting you’d follow. Which you did, of course.

“I think I know what the answer to this is but I’ve gottaask anyway, I was a wrong number right?”

“Yeah,” you said sheepishly, closing your bedroom doorbehind you.

“But you’re still okay with me being here?”

“Yes. I just really really need a good fuck,”

“Don’t worry about that, darling, you’ll get what you want.But you need to understand something. I’m not just some fuck. I don’t expect usto date after tonight or even for this to happen again. But I’m not just arandom booty call you can use and then lose. Okay? So if that’s a problem foryou, speak up now.”

“No, there’s no problem. I understand.”

“Good girl,”

You felt a shiver run through you with his praise. Or maybethat was because he was once again standing in your personal space, slippinghis hands under the hem of your shirt. You had to grab onto his arm forstability when his elegant fingers came into contact with your core.

“You poor desperate little thing. Completely soaked already.”

“Please Gwil, I want you so bad.”

“I know sweetheart. But, while you might be ready, I’m not. Youable to help me out?”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth you were droppingto your knees, making short work of his fly and pushing his pants down hislegs. He calmly told you to wait as he stepped out of them and added his shirtto the pile before finally allowing you to touch him. With a look up at him tomake sure he was okay with the morning’s events you leaned in and ran yourtongue along his half hard length. You went as slow as you could manage consideringyou were running on pure need, trailing hot open-mouthed kisses up and down hisshaft until he grew impatient enough to warningly say your name. You took thehint, switching to suck on his tip as you pumped him slowly. He tangled his fingersinto your hair, making you hum as you slowly bobbed your head over him. He hadto remind you to be patient n a few times, his voice a low growl and his gripon your hair tightening slightly. But you could hardly be blamed for want tomove things along a little faster. You were just about dripping with how badlyyou wanted him in your pussy.

Eventually he relented, praising you for being such a goodlittle cockslut, sucking him off so well.

“But you want more, don’t you darling? Want me to fuck yourneedy little pussy?”

“God yes Gwil, please.”

He held his hand out to help pull you to your feet, “How doyou want me?”

“I don’t care,”

“Alright, I suppose you’ve waited long enough. On the bed,on your back. I’m going to watch your pretty face when you cum and I expect tohear you moaning my name.”

He didn’t have to wait long to hear it, a rough, “oh fuckGwil,” falling from your lips as soon as he entered you. The slight burn fromthe stretch only made it more delicious as you finally got what you’d so badlyneeded. Another shaky moan was pulled from you as he readjusted your position,lifting your legs up over his shoulders, letting him sink even deeper. Hestarted carefully, giving you a moment or two to adjust to him before he beganrolling his hips against yours. Almost gentle at first but your pleading formore, faster, harder had him changing his pace, thrusting into you roughly,making you cry out with every one. And he kept up a string of praise, callingyou a good girl for being so vocal for him, telling you how turned on he wasbut how fucking wet you were, how good you felt. You shook when you finally came,finally got the release you’d been craving, Your voice caught in your throatand you grabbed at the sheets so tight you thought you might have ripped themwith your nails. He kept fucking you through it, even when his own release hit,his grunts puncturing the air until you were choking out his name.

Carefully he pulled out of you. You were vaguely aware thathe’d got up, left the room, half expecting to find him gone when you finallysummoned the strength to move. But he returned a minute later with a glass ofwater and a warm cloth.

“Do you mind?” He asked, holding the cloth up. You shookyour head, and he cleaned you up as carefully as he could. When he was done hegave you a hand to sit up and handed you the water.

“Drink, Y/N.”

You mumbled a small thank you and gulped down the entireglass.

“Better?”

“Yes, thanks. Are you staying?”

“If that’s alright. I brought an overnight bag but I wasn’tsure.”

“I’d like it if you did. Plus, you must be tired after that,can’t ask you to drive now.”

He smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m gonna go pee. I’ll grab a change of sheets on my wayback.”

“Wait, put this back on,” He handed you the shirt you’d beenwearing when he arrived and you noticed his underpants were back in place.

Together you managed to get the sheets changed, and thencollapsed onto the bed, snuggling in close to each other.

“I don’t know if I want to know but can I ask how I compareto the guy you meant to text?”

“So much better. He usually leaves as soon as we’re done.”

“Maybe you should forget his number. Call me again.”

[keiarchived]

*his small smile curls into a lightly cocky grin, his palm tightening in the slightest fraction where it lays across her back to guide her impossibly closer. He allows himself to settle into the feeling of her nuzzled against him, eyes drifting closed in content. He hums at the contact, glancing down from underneath his lashes to watch her*

Hmm, maybe I am.. What if I was, hm? Could you blame me, wanting to keep my pretty girl all to myself?

- Chisaki

(hhhhhhhh so many thoughts AAAAAAA n also- kith kith for you too bb <3 - mod)

A delicate chuckle rumbles at the base of my throat, with its vibration spreading across his skin teasingly as those plush lips nibbles at those expose skin along the side of his neck leading towards his Adam’s apple. Hands curling and resting against against his chest.

Mhn... You can just admit that you are, Kai~ Promise I won’t tell anyone.

Giggling before pulls away slightly at last, locking eyes with those drowsy golden hues with a playful smirk lingering across my lips.

Buttt I suppose not, you’ve always been just a little possessive haven’t you? And... I kinda like that, maybe I should go hang out with Chrono today too, you’re gonna be busy today too, are you not?

[twstsimping]

Could I request ♅ for Jay and Gian? 👀

This was way too much fun to write,,

It was a normal day, just like any other. Jay and Gian had arranged to meet up to ‘study together’, but yet again Gians puppy eyes had prevailed and the two had just ended up eating snacks and cuddling.

They topic had turned to Jays homeland, and she had started excitedly telling all sorts of stories from her childhood. She was telling a particular story about when she broke her leg, which seemed to require a lot of physical expression, as she was keeping from table to bed, cackling as she did so.

Even though he was actively showing much less excitement, the swishing if Gians tail and the lazy smile he wore proved that he was enjoying listening to the story just as much as Jay was enjoying telling it, even going as far as to ask the occasional question.

As Jay was dancing around the table, her foot landed haphazardly on a book that had been abandoned around the beginning of the hangout. As her feet slipped out from under her, she found herself reeling towards the ground with no means to stop herself.

Gians ears pricked up in panic as he saw his friend falling, and on instinct he lunged towards her, not quite catching her but managing to break her fall. Jay, who had braced herself for contact with the hard ground, was surprised to find that she landed on something much softer.

“Hhhhhhhh— Eh? Gian?!?!” In her infinite wisdom, she didn’t think to get off of her friend, instead shuffling around to check if her was ok. He sprawled on the floor beneath her, looking quite alarmed.

“Jay! Are you ok?!” Gian didn’t seem to be too worried about their position, too concerned for his friends well being to realise how it may look to an outsider. Jay wore an equally alarmed expression as she half shouted, “You’re the one who I should be worried about! I’m so sorry! I must be heavy!”

Jay was cut off in her apology by the door being flung open, Johnathan running in, ears pricked up and tail puffed up. “Gian, are you ok!—“ he stopped, blinking at the scene before him, before averting his eyes, making a face that clearly said ‘try to be a bit more discreet.’

Jay, realising what it looked like, instantly went red, attempting to jump to her feet as she started stammering out an excuse. As she tried to get up her foot once again slipped on the fabric of Gians top, making her fall onto his chest yet again. She swore loudly at her bad luck, somehow going even redder.

Gian in turn also felt his cheeks flush, however he wasn’t so quick to stammer out an explanation. He knew he could explain the situation later and clear up and misunderstanding later. However he couldn’t deny how embarrassed he was.

Johnathans face wasn’t making it any easier for Gian to calm his embarrassment as he turned away, trying to hide his face. However, in his attempts to hide his embarrassment, he only made the situation worse, burying his face in Jays top. Jay somehow got even redder, just stammering out words in her language.

Johnathan had at first assumed it was a misunderstanding if he was being honest. Neither of them were that forwards. But as he saw the situation escalating, he found himself slowly becoming unsure. Gian wasn’t the type to be so phased by a simple misunderstanding, especially if it was him.

He chuckled to himself, deciding he’d spare the two and confront Gian about it later. “I’m sorry for uhh... interrupting.” He smirked before closing the door.

Extra-

“Jay... that’s definitely a bad idea.” Gian tried to plead with her friend. However she was clearly having none of it.

“No. I can’t risk facing him. I’ll just leave out of the window it’s fine.” Jay still hadn’t cooled off from her embarrassment, and in an attempt to avoid Johnathan was planning on scaling the side of the building.

[the19thduckpotato]

The Ties That Bind Part 6 (MHA fanfic)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

In which difficult questions are answered and one powerful question is asked ((a long one but I promise the last part is worth it))

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"You're awake, excellent!  It's so nice of All Might to visit patients, even after being retired.  Are you a fan of his?" The doctor cheerfully chattered as she inspected Izuku, marking her clipboard and checking the monitoring device.

“....Yes.” Izuku watched her closely as she bustled around. “He’s my favorite hero.” He started to relax a bit, but kept watching.

"That's lovely, dear!" she chirped as she made a final mark.  "Remarkable, such quick recovery!  Must be your Quirk.  Going to be a pro hero some day?"  She began to remove the various gauges and dots, carefully so as not to startle or hurt Izuku.  When the monitoring device gave an indignant beep, she gave it a pat.

“Yes.” He checked himself. Wait a second! Don’t count your chickens.... “I hope so.” He kept watching her intently, There weren’t quite alarm bells in his head, but somehow he kept waiting for her to burst out sharp teeth and try to bite his head off. Did I have a nightmare like this once...? All Miiiiiight, why did you leave me alone with herrrrrr, he indulged a bit of childish whining in the privacy of his mind.

"Okie dokie artichokey, looks like you're good  to go!  I'll get this paperwork going and we'll try to get you out of here real soon, ok?" She trotted out the door and bumped into a waiting Toshinori.  Startled (and maybe blushing), she gathered the papers she had dropped then said in a bit of a rush:  "Sir Mister Might, please don't forget your appointment we've scheduled." With a faint squeak, she high-heel clicked away, leaving a perplexed Toshinori standing in the doorway. "What on earth...?" he mumbled as he slipped his phone back into one pocket then turned to Izuku.  "Hey kiddo!"

Ar..ti...choke..y...? Izuku grinned, liking her a bit more just as she was leaving. He watched her blush and giggle over All Mi— Sir Mister Might?? He grinned even harder, then bounced in his seat as Toshinori approached. “Hi!” He cherished the word “kiddo”, replaying the greeting over in his head a few times. “Ready to go!” He waved his now-free hand and stood up. Then looked down at his hospital gown. “....Where are my clothes.”

"Easy, they still need to do all the requisite paperwork first.  I think your mom may have left some new clothes over there."  He pointed to the carefully folded stack with a bit of guilt. "His mother must have chewed you out good." "She uh... she refused to answer my calls.  That's why I need your help, Tsukauchi." The cop's kind laughter petered out and he winced.  "Ouch.  Well, I guess she knows me, at least?" "She'll be here in an hour to pick you up.  I'll keep you company for a bit longer but I have an appointment of my own soon."

“I—“ Izuku’s eyes widened and his stomach dropped. “She was... she’ll be— hhhhhhhhhhh....” He lifted his hands up, then dug them into his hair. “I’m so toast....” He dragged his hands forward to cover his face. “She’s gonna be so disappointed that I got hurt again and worried and she’ll cry and I’m gonna just melt into the floor where I stand... aaaaaahhhhhh....”

Toshinori settled himself back in the chair next to the bed, making calming hand motions.  "Trust me, she's just glad you're ok.  She--" He looked at the folded pile of clothes then reached out and gently squeezed Izuku's shoulders.  "Breathe."  A playful smile danced on his face.  "And tell me why you were on my phone, mmm?"

“Nnnnh—?” A still-freaked-out face looked up at Toshinori. “Oh... it rang,” he said innocently, as if it was obviously the natural thing to do.

The blond chuckled.  "OK but do me a favor and let it go to voicemail next time?  I..."  He looked at his hands helplessly, not wanting to offend Izuku.  "I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea.  See...uhm..."  He was starting to do that awkward scrunch in which he wished he could be far smaller than the universe had chosen him to be.  "...if someone--the wrong someone--found out you had access to my phone..." Two bright spots dotted his sharp cheeks.  He shifted uncomfortably.   "Nothing personal, kid, honest."

Izuku’s eyebrows decided this would be a good time to try and meet together. “Who’s... wrong?” He tilted his head. Tsukauchi? But no, he was good... maybe he means someone bad, who’d try to get me to unlock it for them.... He bowed his head, suddenly embarrassed. “Oh. ...I didn’t think of that. I just thought...what if it was an emergency... y’know?” He looked up again.

Toshi smiled, a deep genuine smile. And he wished, oh how he wished, he could trade away everything he had just to have a normal life with the kid, to say don't worry about it, you did good. "No more emergencies," he murmured instead.

"Oh, o-okay!" Izuku smiled up at him, a little confused as to what that meant, but happy because Toshinori was happy. People are still gonna call him with important things though...? Ehh. Maybe he means in general. He bounced on his toes and waved his arms a tiny bit, looking like a little teal penguin in his hospital gown.

"Hehehe.  You and Tsukauchi have a good talk?  He likes you.  Says I got good fans."  His narrow chest puffed proudly at that.  "'Course I do." He's safe, he's happy, his family is coming for him soon.  Everything's fine now. So why this tiny gnaw of something wrong?

Izuku stifled a pleased giggle at that. "Well, you are good! Of course you attract good fans!" He beamed up at him. Okay, well actually there are some... not-nice people in the fanbase... but they don't appreciate All Might for who he truly is, either, they just think he's cool and can punch the weather. If you don't acknowledge that All Might stands for striving to be the best you can be in heart and action as well as physical strength, I think you're missing the point.

"We had a very interesting conversation." "Mmm," Toshinori replied. "One you need to have with him." "Mmmmmm..." "Come on, All Might, please don't shut us out." "Tsukauchi." "He's really worried about you.  And he really cares about you.  You, not just All Might.  That's important and you know it." Toshi studied his hands some more.  "May I ask...?"

"?" Izuku made a little noise and tilted his head.

"....what you two talked about?" He said it before he could regret it, feeling his knees go weak as he did.  Whoo boy...

He sounds so scared... what did Tsukauchi tell him?? Oh no, oh NO, I thought I could trust him not to volunteer that information-- I'm so stupid, of course he'd pick his bond with All Might over me, I-- rrrgh, just.... ... ...But if Tsukauchi told him, why is he asking like that? As if he really... didn't know? ... ...What's going on...? Izuku stared up at Toshinori, jaw open slightly as he tried to figure out what to say. If he really doesn't know, then... maybe Tsukauchi just prompted him to talk to me, and... oh. ... "...You." He was suddenly able to swallow his nerves, his voice oddly calm for something he was so worried about. "And that I'm worried about you. About what happened." He looked down and shrugged. "I can start to imagine what I'd feel in your place, and I don't think I'd like it very much." He looked up again, watching Toshinori's face carefully for any signs of the true depth of his emotions.

The weakness at his knees ran down into his feet then raced up into his chest and squeezed.  He half heard what Izuku was saying, trying to pick out the words he needed to hear, feeling them plink against his soul as he heard them. "...You." "I'm worried about you." But then: "About what happened." He could feel his heart climbing in his throat. "Ok then," he managed.  "If you've got questions, I'll answer them.  No holds barred." what are you DOING?!? I'm doing what feels right He returned Izuku's look, a naked, honest, earnest gaze.

Izuku kept his gaze, grateful for the opportunity to search his eyes. What questions are there to ask...? He waited for one to come. Still looking in Toshinori's eyes, he said slowly, "I know you're going to be okay. But..." His searching gaze became even more concerned. "...Are you now?" I'm here, he tried to say with his eyes, with his stable posture. I'm here if you're not. And if you are, but... I can't imagine that you are. Unless you're just Not Remembering like me. ....That won't last, you know.

retreat retreat retreat smile fake it pretend you're the Symbol of Peace for crying out loud stop dumping your problems on some kid who ".....no." Toshi blinked in shock, staring at Izuku, for a moment wondering who had spoken. His mind played it back again. "...No?"  His eyes roved the room, searching for the right answer. He heard the running footsteps again, the cries, the criminals laughing That one piercing scream of shock pain terror His breathing came in short gasps now as he remembered how immediately and powerfully his rage had ignited.

Izuku’s hand reached out slowly and touched the tips of Toshinori’s fingers, unsure whether human contact would help right now or increase his distress, but unwilling to keep back in fear of it.

Toshi jumped, his hands retreating.  He looked to Izuku, a worried and wounded look. Not these hands.  They're dangerous. "F-forgive m-me," he stammered out.  "T-that wasn't...  here."  He returned his hands to where they had been and willed himself to stay still.

Izuku’s hands hovered and twitched in the air. He suddenly felt a flash of the emotions in Toshinori’s eyes rise up in himself. “Do...” he breathed, “...do you want me to...?” He watched carefully for any reply, verbal or otherwise.

No holds barred, remember? He looked down at his hands once more.  "You--and so many others--have always admired the power in these hands."  A faint smile as he could see innumerable faces lit with joy and hope and determination, of let me fight to protect, too! "But...these hands... are dangerous, too."  It hurt to say those words.  Verbal knives, cutting him as he spoke them.  And now comes the disappointment because I'm not perfect.  Now comes the fear, knowing what I'm capable of. Even so, he willed his hands to remain where they were. I'm not a monster.  ...please...  it doesn't matter what any of the others think, not in this moment.  I just need to know that you don't think... And in reply to his successor's question, he merely murmured:  "Do you?"

Izuku reached forward, slowly and carefully. No sudden moves. Curling his short fingers around Toshinori’s long ones. Bringing both those hands to his chest and hugging them close, overwhelmed by thoughts of no, no, you’re good! Your hands do good things... like hug people and pet kittens and hold flowers and...  and hold me... and make tea, and... and protect, even if they went too far this time. You always do your best to do the right thing. Your hands are good because you’re good. He lowered his head, burying his face against long, awkwardly-held fingers. “‘Course I do.”

Healing words.  Healing touch.  He felt Izuku's warm breath on his hands and bowed his head over Izuku's. I don't deserve this. His reason for living, so small in front of him and yet so much bigger in heart and spirit.  Toshi knew it was unwise to think so but also knew, if asked, that he would do anything Izuku asked of him. Very soft words, spoken so softly they couldn't be made out.  The smallest of tch!s as he felt the sting of tears, squeezed his eyes shut tightly. No, you don't get to feel sorry for yourself.  Stop it.  Stop it right now. Even so, for the moment, the door to his soul stood open as his fingers twitched against Izuku's.

Izuku lifted his head and looked up at Toshinori's inaudible words, giving a soft, "?" Still holding his hands close.

He gulped a breath then shakily repeated himself:  "...I'm scared..."

Izuku's eyes filled with tears. He let go of Toshinori's hands and wrapped his arms around his mentor's middle, gently pulling him close. He rocked back and forth slightly. ...Me too.

Toshi trembled, unsure what to do with his hands.  "I'm scared," he whispered hoarsely, "...because this isn't..." His body tensed but he forced the words out.  "This isn't the first time I've... I've..." I'm no hero, Izuku.

Izuku swallowed hard, letting out a shaky whisper. "...Who...?" Who were you protecting? Who did you last love this much?

He tried to say her name Six years ago No one knows I made sure of it All those years, believing I had killed someone For justice.  For vengeance.  For her. He covered his face with his hands, betraying no sound but shaking now.

Izuku bit back a sob, burying his face against Toshinori's torso. He pulled a bit, nudging Toshinori in the direction of the hospital bed, hoping he'd sit down.

Toshi went willingly, hands still covering his face.  His shoulders hitched but he fought for control Answer him "Master..."  he finally gasped out.  And he could see her again, in her prime, smiling huge.  Teaching him, guiding him, letting him know he mattered when no one else did. A soft, pleading sob.  And another struggle for control. "I loved her.  I loved her so much.  She was like my mother.  I wanted her to be my mother..."  A quiet realization gently nudged at the back of his mind but not now this isn't the time "And when All for One slaughtered her in front of me--"  His hands clenched into fists.  Even now, so many many years later, he would never forget her pushing him back into Gran Torino's arms.  Of Gran Torino bounding away from the battle, her bloody smile swallowed whole by the explosion, the scream of anguish that had torn Toshi's throat raw. His fists dropped into his lap, open hands once more.  "--it was something I could never forgive."

Izuku climbed up beside him, wrapping arms around his shoulders, able to hold a bit more securely now. He gave a slightly-teary chuckle that didn't really have any business being called a chuckle. There wasn't any laughter in it. "Well, I'm not surprised."

Toshi turned his head to half smile at his boy then furrowed his brow.  "Remember when I showed you my scar?  And that I told you that battle had been kept under wraps?"  His gaze drifted up to the ceiling.  "You thought it had been Toxic Chainsaw?"  He echoed Izuku's shuddery not-laugh.

Izuku sniffed and scrubbed at his face with a hand, nodding. He half-smiled too, realizing... “...Wrong?”

Toshi leaned back on his hands now, still gazing at the ceiling with faint wonder.  How long had he kept this memory so jealously guarded... ...only to have a small green bean child to come along and so easily pry it from his hands.  Not that he have given much effort to thwarting Izuku from doing so. "Ha.  It would have been so much easier if it were.  No."  He leaned forward now, clasping his hands then side glanced his successor, care carving weary lines into his face.  "...All for One."

Izuku brought his arm back up around Toshinori, clasping it with the other one. He pressed his face against his mentor’s shoulder. Holding tight.

Toshi draped an arm about his student, quietly marveling at his warmth.  Still healing?  Sometimes I almost regret passing my burden to you, son. "It was automatic.  As soon as I saw him, I went into a blind rage."  He recited the memory in a lazy tone but within, his heart thudded with the same storm of emotions he had endured that day. "How unfair was it that the villain should still be alive, walking free, when my master....my master...." His fingers twined with each other a moment before he continued. "It was an impressive battle.  Moreso that my team was able to keep it as quiet as they did.  For which I am eternally grateful.  No one needed to know that All Might..."  His face twisted in an ugly grimace.  "...is a murderer."

Izuku sniffed the last bit of his tears away, then scrunched his nose, a doubtful expression his face. "There's... something wrong with that statement, but I don't know what." He set his chin on Toshinori's shoulder, thinking for a moment. "Oh right. He's a centuries-old man who's done unspeakable crimes longer than either of us has been alive, and if he was brought before a judge and jury no one would be able to prove that, because his very existence is erased from history and it's records." He blinked, his deadpan manner surprising even him, but continued. "He did that. On purpose. But if he had a fair trial for all his crimes, it is blindingly obvious what his sentence would be." He blinked again, this time in consternation. "And-- he's alive--??" He gave Toshinori a look of confusion so intense it was comical.

Toshi's face crinkled into a smile.  "Ok yes but let me finish and you'll see what I mean."  He paused, wondering if it was right to tell Izuku of such grisly details then decided to choose his words carefully.  He needed the kid to understand...but not to terrify him.  After all, Izuku would have to face him one day... When I won't be able to help any more... You stop that, right now. The blond blinked in surprise for a moment then continued. "This scar," he said, gesturing to his side, "was the first time I ever lost control.  You've held a bit of One for All for a while now.  I don't need to tell you how dangerous it is to lose control of One for All. "I let my anger and my grief dictate my actions... and got a gaping hole in my side for my pains.  I could have avoided it but so intent was I in unleashing all my pain onto All for One that I forget common sense. "And in my foolishness, my actions then reduced me to what I am now.  My health destroyed.  And One for All nearly lost.  All for want of revenge. "But it didn't end there.  Even as All for One tore into me, I returned the favor."  He looked grim now, eyes all shadow with no hint of the familiar blue glow.  "Ya ever wonder how All for One ended up like that?  Like most of his head...melted?"

Izuku winced, scrunching one eye shut, one half of his mouth pulling up in a not-quite smile. "Eeewww." It sounded totally inappropriate to the situation, like someone would say "eeww" about a squashed bug or old takeout. He cringed internally. Why... why did I say that....

One blue eye glowed with quiet amusement.  "Trust me, he looks much better than when I last saw him..." He decided against the gory details, simply saying:  "I don’t know how he did it but he was quite dead that day.  You don't...you don't lose that much of your head and survive."  He looked at his hands and shuddered. Let's not think on that now. "That's one of the many reasons why we worked so hard to make sure no one learned about that fight."  He folded his hands.  "No good citizen should ever be afraid of All Might."

Izuku huffed a breath of agreement and nodded against Toshinori's shoulder. He squeezed a little tighter for a second, swaying slightly.

"I dont think anyone was more surprised than I was that All for One seemingly came back from the dead at Kamino." Maybe he didn't die, maybe I grossly misremember that injury. No.  You can't mistake what happened that day for anything but exactly what it was. "And he tried to rile me up again.  I kept it together for the most part.  I wasn't going to make any more foolish mistakes.  I couldn't afford to because..."  He studied one of his hands.  "...I knew I was going to die that day. "Then you--" he suddenly yelped, pointing at his boy, "--you and your friends had to go and mess that all up!  Well," he added, starting to laugh, "mostly just you."

Izuku squeaked and covered his face, several emotions rising up. Another long squeak slipped out, and he trembled slightly.

"H-hey," Toshi said nervously.  He gave Izuku a clumsy hug.  "It's a good thing, I swear.  All for One made a mistake that day.  He was trying to throw me into a blind rage again.  And he chose you.  As you went sailing overhead to save young Bakugo, I did get mad.  Absolutely furious.  But All for One is a villain and therefore doesn't quite understand heroic motivations. "He knows you have One for All," Toshi continued quietly.  Then he held up a finger.  "What he underestimated was how much of a fart in the wind he became by reminding me of you." Toshi leaning over and gently flicked Izuku's forehead.  "I couldn't die because you were too important.  Are too important.  I wasn't mad because you did something stupid.  ...eh, mostly."  He shrugged and laughed weakly. "I was mad because you were crossing paths with him, completely unprepared.  I was mad because I was terrified that you would have ended up..." He pulled Izuku into a rough hug and buried his face in the green messy mop of hair. "...like her..."

Izuku wrapped himself around Toshinori as much as possible, clinging on for dear life. I thought I might lose you.... A very undignified, emotional snort escaped him as the tears started coming back.

Toshi felt his kid's fingers dig in and sighed fondly.  He brushed the green hair as he heard the snort and looked to the ceiling again, blinking back his own tears. "Then last night."  He took a deep breath.

I'm sorry.... He wasn't sure what he wanted to apologize for. For being there. For being in danger. For causing all of this. I'm sorry.... He held even tighter, trembling.

Enough already.  He's shaking.  He gets it.  Stop. He held the kid, letting Izuku tremble but trying to radiate calm and safety. "I'm here," he said.  "And I'm trying to do my best by you.  I promise."

“—I’m sorry....” Izuku choked out in a whisper. “I’m sorry for making you feel like you needed to do that, that I was that in danger....” He held on tight. “I don’t ever want it to get to that point, I don’t want to scare you....” He cried into Toshinori’s shoulder, the closest to repenting of his reckless tendencies that he’d ever been.

"W...wha...?" Toshi hadn't been expecting this response.  He was floored, unsure what to do. "Izuku...hey, no, it's ok, it's not... I made that choice, all right?  Hey," he said, trying to get Izuku to look at him.

Izuku made a squeaky sobbing noise, still holding on.

He held his boy, his son, rocking back and forth, letting the nudging realization from earlier make itself known. It's myself and Master all over again...

“I don’t... but I was responsible, I was the reason,” Izuku sobbed out, “and if I hadn’t been in trouble then you never woulda needed to....” Izuku trailed off, the rest of the sentence lost in tears. “I shouldn’t have tried to fight them, when I saw there was two I shoulda tried to run—“ He curled further into Toshinori’s comforting arms, whimpering out, “...I thought I could take them....”

Toshi held him and let him sob.  He squeezed gently, hoping Izuku would listen to his words. "There's never anything wrong with a hero needing help.  How many times have you helped me?"  He smiled at the memories. "Izuku...kid..." His heart ached to see him so upset, to see him blame himself for what happened.  That's not right. "Son... listen..."

One giant, hiccupping sob wrenched his chest. Son.... He started relaxing, leaning on Toshinori, beginning to have cried himself out.

"Helping you wasn't the problem.  How I chose to help you was." He dwelled on last night, one fist beginning to curl again... then felt Izuku settle against him. He's ok.  It's going to be ok.  You have to let it go. Toshi's breathing calmed, his arm still about the kid. "I warned you, when we met, that being a hero isn't all fame and money.  It's a deadly dangerous business and people get hurt.  I forgot that.  I just" Say it. "I put that man in the ER.  Because I was terrified of losing you too." His hand half curled into a fist but without any real form. You've seen who I really am.  Time and time again.  And you've stayed.  It's more than just fanboyism. How long since I've last let someone in this close?  How many times have you saved me?  Not just during battles... but just by being there.  By being the one that cared for All Might--the real one. By giving me a reason to want to live again. I wish I could explain to you the enormous impact you've had on my life.  Words aren't enough ...but let's try. "Because these past two years..."  His face scrunched.  Waterworks, old man, cut it out, you're going to set him off again. "They've been..." He couldn't stop the quiet tears as he felt gratitude overflow.  Instead, he let them fall and leaned against Izuku, his head tilted to rest on Izuku's. "...thank you."

"Thank you," Izuku croaked out, pressing his shaking head against Toshinori's shoulder, his sobs slowing down. "You've given me--" another gasp "--everything...." Everything I could ever have dreamed of, so much more than that... a purpose... a home... someone to love... and you love me.... "Thank you...."

"You're welcome, young Midoriya.  Just... learn from me and my mistakes."  Toshi sighed.  "I'm having trouble forgiving myself right now.  I took it too far.  And what truly scares me is that I knew what I was doing.  I wasn't completely blind in my rage." One for All plucked gently at him and he grimaced.  He didnt want to break contact, not yet. But knowing the kid didn't think him a monster--it was enough.  Just enough to help contain the thoughts, the worries, the fears and concerns. Little fanboy... No. Future Symbol of Peace.

Izuku sniffled, suddenly all too conscious of the fact that Toshinori's borrowed shirt was soaking up the mess he just cried into it. "I--" he squeaked. He gave a shuddering exhale, letting himself go completely limp for a few seconds in an attempt to get himself to reset his breathing and stop crying all the way. He breathed deeply again, then coughed a few times, clearing his throat. "Th... th-at's--" Sniff. "--that's good, actually." He nodded, moving his arms up to circle around Toshinori's neck in a looser hug and laying his head down again. "You stopped yourself. You didn't... actually. Go too far." His squeezed his eyes shut. "Not all the way." He clenched his jaw, silent for just a second, before admitting so quietly, "...I would have. If I ever got that angry. I wouldn't know when to stop. Or to stop at all." He shuddered, the memory of All Might's pure, concentrated fury coming back. Tears tried to spring to his eyes, but he wouldn't let them, forcing his heart to quiet and relaxing his muscles. No more. No more now. "I truly admire the restraint you have, to hold back your actions even as everything in you wanted to... to give everything to protect. To do anything." To give everything... but others' lives aren't ours to give. And he knows that. And he stopped himself in time. "You truly are the strongest person I can imagine. To fight yourself, n your own instincts, as the same time you're battling someone else." He stared off into space blearily, unnaturally quiet in both mind and body now that his tears were over.

"Oh kid..."  He`s got such a way with words. He took Izuku's hand and squeezed it.  "So much faith.  And I have that same faith in you. "You'll forgive me for this but... you're going to need to learn to control yourself.  And I fully believe you can.  I've seen you do such amazing things with One for All that I, in all my years, have never been able to.  Let alone begin to imagine.  There's so much more to it now but I believe that you have the ability to unlock One for All's true potential... as well as the ability to bend One for All to your will.  Heck, you've already shown that you can!"  He laughed gently as the Quirk prickled at his fingertips again. "But," the blond added, somber for a moment.  "You need to learn to control it.  Given our relationship, it's imperative that you do."  He squeezed Izuku's hand again, protectively, fondly, worriedly.  "Do you know why?"

Toshinori's words were good, were encouraging, but Izuku's heart sank at them. I don't know if I can. If I should. To bend this huge power to my will... no one needs that much. I don't want to know what I could do with that much. And no amount of control would matter if I were angry enough to decide to use it anyway. ....? He looked up at Toshinori's last question, face still temporarily blank from the sudden emotional exhaustion of the past few moments. Then he scrunched puzzledly. "Ah... going with how that question is usually answered... "Because I Am Here?"

Toshi laughed, a relieved sound, and he tousled Izuku's messy hair.  "Ok, fair." Say it.  You have to prepare him. Toshi made a distasteful noise-- Can't I let him be a kid a little while longer?  Please? You know this is the reality for heroes. --and his hand rested atop Izuku's head, no longer tousling. "I'm going to say something difficult to hear...but hear it you must.  As your master, it's important that I give you every tool necessary to succeed in our shared goal." Deep breath. "It's important you learn to control your heart.  To control.One for All.  Because All for One knows.  He knows about you.  He knows about us.  And he will twist that to his advantage. "Izuku, there may come a day when you have to make a difficult choice.  And I implore you to listen to me.  No.  To listen to One for All and all of its Holders. "If All for One ever tries to use me to get to you--do not let him." He closed his eyes.  "By being a Holder, you've agreed to carry on its legacy to defeat evil once and for all.  So you cannot allow yourself to lose control.  Ever.  Not for your friends.  Not for your family.  And especially not for me.  In the grand scheme of things, I'm... " The softest whisper as he realized her bloodied smile her pushing him into Gran Torino "...not worth it." He emitted a humorless laugh.  "Sorry.  I know that's a burden.  But it's one you have to know about."

Izuku closed his eyes and leaned forward, touching his forehead against Toshinori's. What can I say to that? What can I say? If it comes down to him or the world... I know what he'd have me choose. All for One can never have One for All. I know. But this? It's hard to imagine doing. I couldn't choose. I can't... I can't.... ...Maybe, if I... ...if I learned to control myself under anger, I could use it. Let it fuel me. I could fight back. I could fight for him. He squeezed Toshinori's hands, promising him silently, I will fight for you. .........Oh. This is how he felt about me, isn't it. Izuku's cheeks felt like they were about to blush, and he was barely able to keep an inappropriate-to-the-conversation sheepish smile off his lips. I get it now.

Toshi peeked at his protege and was surprised, relieved, and--let's be honest--proud to see Izuku wasn't a panicked sobbing mess at this new information.   The kid had taken it in and was quietly mulling over it in his Izuku way.  Maybe looking for loopholes, cracks, a solution to both protect One for All and save his teacher. Godspeed, kiddo.  I know you can do it. He closed his eyes and smiled. "Son." It was just a single word but poured into it was all the heart and love and pride and every other good thing he had ever wanted to tell Izuku. Maybe...maybe this was how Master felt, too?  Maybe if she had had the chance...? And he knew in that moment that every time he showed his fierce love for the boy, he reflected the fierce love his master had felt for him. I would do anything for you. Just like she did for me. And so, that single word hung in the air, carrying with it so very many unspoken words.

Izuku opened his eyes and lifted his head a bit, shock pouring through him. His hands went slack, almost dropping out of Toshinori's. One single heavy breath left his lungs. Everything suddenly seemed very close and real, Toshinori's face barely inches from his. Izuku heard him breathing. He knew there was no room to have misheard any of the love and devotion and promise in that word. He meant it. The thought felt like it had stabbed him in the stomach with its sharpness, but he wouldn't trade the feeling for the world. All the way. It's not just a figure of speech... not even partly. Izuku trembled ever so slightly. He took in a shaky breath, and in a half-whisper, asked the smallest, youngest-sounding question in the world. "...Dad?"

((TBC))