#look. when you’re a bullied kid you want to do whatever possible to get away from it

[acespeon]

I’ve probably been kinning Knuckles since long before I knew what kinning was

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the grid: complimenting you!

featuring: Oscar Piastri, Charles Leclerc, Daniel Riccardo, George Russell, Alex Albon, Lewis Hamilton, Max Verstappen, Lando Norris

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Oscar Piastri 

Oscar turned the corner into your shared bedroom, and he was worried. It was the first time you’d spent with your estranged sister in years, and he couldn’t even be there. Stupid media days and their awful timing.

There he found you, teary-eyed, and tired on your bed, still in the dress you changed into mere hours ago. He dropped his bag at the door and walked over to you, cupping your cheek in his hand. 

“What happened?” he whispered, gently brushing your cheek. 

You didn’t answer, just shook your head as your eyes welled with tears. You were willing yourself not to cry again. You’d cried so much in the 30 minutes you’d been home that you’d thought crying more wasn’t possible, then Oscar came in with all the care and comfort in the world and that made you want to cry even more. 

He sighed, dropping his hand. “We don’t need to talk,” he whispered. “I’ll run us a bath.”

He left you to regulate yourself again, running a bath in your en suite. He came back, walked you in, slipped your dress off of you and led you into the bath, before doing the same to himself. He sat behind you, gently shampooing your hair just how you like it, softly speaking as he spoke about his day. 

“Then Lando decided it would be a fucking brilliant idea to hide my shoes around HQ,” he chuckled softly, pressing kisses on your neck as you hummed along. This was what you needed. You needed him. After your bath, he got you both dressed and into bed, his arms around you before you started talking. 

“Nothing’s changed,” you mumbled into his neck.

“Pardon?” he whispered.

“Nothing’s changed, since we were kids. She was still the same bully. It’s pathetic really, but I really thought she’d turned a new leaf and wanted to reconnect,” you scoffed. “Silly, I know-”

“That’s not silly, it was hope,” he smiled. “And it’s not your fault that she’s an awful person. That’s not on you. You’re, frustratingly, just the person she’s decided to project her insecurities on, so you get the brunt of it. And that’s everything to do with her, and fuck all to do with you. You’re this incredible, funny, intelligent, talented, complex, beautiful, interesting woman, and you’re strong. So much stronger than the 11 year old she’s used to. She’s pathetic, and she needs to realise that you being brilliant shouldn’t take away from whatever she has going for her, but she can’t. And I’m so sorry that she upsets you, I just need you to know how fucking amazing you are, and how wrong she is about you.”

You hugged him closer. “Thank you Oscar, I love you.”

“I love you so much,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

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Charles Leclerc

Charles was no stranger to complimenting you at all. He rather enjoyed the way you reacted when he complimented you. Sometimes you smiled, sometimes you laughed, sometimes you rolled your eyes, and sometimes you moaned-

Anyways, you and Charles had been going out for about 2 years at this point, and the entire world was none the wiser. To them, you were just Carlos’s girlfriend’s friend. That’s all you’d ever be, them at least. You got to enjoy the perks of celebrity status, without ever having to compromise your privacy, it was the dream. Sometimes it sucked when you got random videos of random girls on your instagram feed claiming to be with Charles, or claiming that he was with so and so, but you knew it was the sacrifice you needed to make to continue your relationship, and keep your privacy. 

Charles on the other hand, would scream the fact that you were his girlfriend for all to hear if he could. He was obsessed with you. When you’re in the Ferrari garage, he’s constantly trying to touch you, constantly looking at you, constantly winking at you, everything is about you. Most of the time you have to remind him that you’re not dating publicly. Any time you try to remind him, he hits you with “Why don’t they find out now, mi amour?”  To which you roll your eyes. 

What you didn’t think he’d ever do, was post pictures of you on his instagram (face and all, not even soft launching) to his 16.5 million followers with the caption ‘ma femme’.

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You practically ran through the Ferrari offices in Monaco, racing to get to your boyfriend and talk some sense into him. Too bad he was busy in a meeting with Fred. Kidding, you didn’t care. You knocked on the door, walked in before getting an answer, and grabbed his arm, and dragged him behind you into his own office. 

“You’re crazy,” you sighed. “You’re fucking insane Charles.”

He gave you a guilty smile and a shrug, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I’m so sorry my love, but I cannot not let everyone know about my most beautiful girl,” he pressed his lips to your cheek. “I don’t know what else to do-”

“You can’t sweet-talk your way out of this Charles, what the fuck am I going to do? I have to be a public figure now, I have to do-”

“You’ll do fine,” he whispered, nosing at your neck, breathing in your perfume. “You’ll be alright.”

Somehow, he made you believe him. 

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ma femme

comments

arthurleclerc H20 just add water anyone? -> charlesleclerc she liked that. I did not.

alexalbon dude took hard launching to another level.

carlossainz :)

oscarpiastri wait so does that make Y/n my new mum? -> nicolepiastri Oscar?????? -> y/ny/l/n I promise he's yours :) (maybe? Charles is very attatched to you)

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Daniel Riccardo 

The FIA gala was a yearly event that you’d gotten used to attending. You were Daniel’s wife, and this year, Theo and Ellie, your twins, would finally be old enough to come with. They’d just turned 4, and you trusted them enough to behave themselves at such a public and prestigious event. The entire family was dressed to the nines, Theo and Daniel in matching black tuxedos, while Ellie wore a flowery dress, and you wore a red gown. 

You held Daniel’s hand, Ellie’s hand in your other, while Theo clung to his father like his life depended on it, and you three stepped out onto the carpet, cameras flashing, reporters shouting, people walking. 

After posing for a few photos, Ellie ran up to Penelope and Theo ran off with her, safely in Kelly’s hands. You waited with Daniel as he answered various reporters' questions. 

“And how do you feel about your wife and family supporting you tonight?” 

Daniel’s usual wide smile, somehow, got wider. He turned around and gestured for you to come over, you obliged. “It means more than anything that I have people in my corner, but especially my beautiful wife,” he pressed his lips to your cheek as you chuckled. “And my kids, of course.”

You chuckled as the camera panned to you, and Daniel couldn’t help but kiss you again. 

“She’s just the best person I’ve ever met, and I’m so lucky to have her in my life,” he grinned. You continued on with the night, and when you turned to him in your hotel bed, both of you tired and weary, you smiled. 

"I'm pretty luck to have you in my life too."

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George Russell

“How did you deal with the disappointment after your disqualification, George?” Will asked, and George fought back the urge to roll his eyes, but then remembered what you’d done for him when he got home to Monaco. 

He smiled. “Yeah well, I flew straight back home and kind of moped my way through the airport, but when I got home my lovely girlfriend had set up a dinner for us as a ‘consolation prize’- her words, not mine, and I think it cheered me right up.”

“So, your girlfriend is kind of like your rock?”

George nodded. “Completely. She’s supported my career from the very beginning and I’m very grateful to her for that, especially how she’s been kind enough to follow me around the world on this mad journey every year, all while still being the CEO of her own company, I mean, she’s just so hard-working and amazing, I just-” George was interrupted by Alex chuckling beside him. “Shut up Alex,” George scoffed, smiling. “I love her loads, so, yeah, she’s completely my rock and I adore her.”

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Alex Albon 

“And you have someone very special with you today, don’t you?” Jack smirked, nodding towards you off-camera. 

Alex smiled, looking at you, then back to Jack. “Yes, my fiancé is here today.”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “Fiancé?”

“Yeah, we got engaged just during the break,” Alex explained, the biggest smile on his face. 

“Congratulations!” Jack cheered, pulling Alex in for a hug. “I’m so happy for you both.”

“Thanks mate,” Alex smiled.

“So, now that you’re to be wed, do you want to join the interview Y/n?” Jack chanced, knowing how notorious you were for not wanting to do interviews. It wasn’t like you were rude or anything, but this was Alex’s sport, you had your own sport (figure skating), and you answered interview questions of your own all year. 

You shook your head, laughing as Jack tried to convince you to join the interview, Alex dying of laughter in the back. Eventually, you gave in, standing beside him with a big smile on your face. 

“So, wedding planning?” Jack turned to you both. 

“Nope, too busy focusing on the Winter Olympics,” you shot back, making Alex laugh. 

“Exactly, I’ll be busy wedding planning while she’s competing this winter,” he wrapped an arm around your waist. 

“Part-time F1 driver, full-time wedding planner?” Jack mused. “Taking time off F1 to plan then?”

“Sounds about right for the most beautiful girl on the planet,” Alex smiled as you felt your cheeks get hot.

You somehow got through the rest of the interview without getting embarrassed by him again, but at the end he pulled you in for a kiss in front of anyone who had decided to tune into the SkySportsF1 channel at that moment. 

Oh well, at least he was going to be your husband. 

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Lewis Hamilton 

You smiled as he crossed the finish line, another win to add to his 105. It had been a nerve-racking race, but you’d gotten through it. You followed Toto to the pitlane, ready to greet and congratulate him. And there he was, sweaty and gross, but on the top step, where he should be. Where you knew he would be. 

He ran straight over to you, wrapping you up in his arms and lifting you over the barrier. You were no stranger to this, over the years he’d always lift you over the barrier to ‘kiss you properly’. 

And he did that. He pressed his lips to yours as the entire Mercedes team cheered. 

“You did it again,” you smiled, pulling back. “Congratulations darling.” 

He smiled. “Thanks baby, I couldn't have done it without you.”

You scoffed and pushed him off, smiling. He had things to do, including the post-race interview.

“Wow Lewis, what a result! Anything special to make it just work this weekend?” 

Lewis smirked at you as you shook your head, begging him not to. “I had some good news this week that made me feel pretty good.”

You rolled your eyes as the crowd went wild. 

“And what would that news be?”

“I’m going to be a dad.” 

The crowd didn’t shut up for about 3 minutes. 

“Yeah,” Lewis continued. “My gorgeous wife is pregnant and I couldn’t be happier to have another little one of her running around. The camera panned to you and you shook your head. Lewis offered you his mic. 

“You can’t charm your way out of this,” you scoffed. 

“I can try,” he shrugged, pulling you into his side. “You are the most beautiful woman on the planet,” he smirked, speaking away from the mic. You rolled your eyes but smiled all the same.

He would be the death of you one of these days. 

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Max Verstappen 

Max sighed at his Sim as it crashed again, not noticing you coming in the front door. “This fucking thing keeps crashing!” He complained. “It’s such bullshit.”

“Did you try the thing I told you about?” you asked, walking over and leaning down beside him. 

“I did,” he lied. 

You rolled your eyes. “You’re such a shit liar,” you chuckled, starting up the software cleaner to get rid of old useless files. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to your arm as you fixed up his sim, completely entranced by you. The chat was going wild as they watched the sweet moment between the two of you. 

You chuckled. “Hi chat,” you waved. “Max is a man-child, you’re right.”

“Hey!” he feigned annoyance as you laughed. 

“I’m kidding!” you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You just need me to fix everything for you, right?”

“Well why date a smart girl and not use her brains?” he complimented and you felt yourself getting shy. 

“Shut up- just- your stupid game should work now!” you called after you as you walked off the kitchen. 

“I love you, liefste,” he laughed. 

“Fuck off!” 

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Lando Norris

“So today, we will be putting it to the test. Who is better in a kart? Me, or my F1 World Champion girlfriend?” 

“I wonder,” Max chuckled from behind the screen as Lando frowned, and you struggled to keep in your laughter. 

“Well, maybe you’ll win,” you offered, taking his hand. 

“Oh, thanks for the pity vote,” he scoffed. 

“Well, I’ve never lost,” you shrugged. To be fair, you’d had an incredible career, never dnfing, always in the top 3. You were unheard of. “Well, apart from when I lost to Max Fewtrell, our other Quadrant racer, in a race when we were kids.”

Max came on screen for a split-second, smiling about the fact that he’s the only person who’s ever beat you.

“Wait, what?” Lando exclaimed. “Max is the only person who’s ever beat you?”

“To be fair, I was 2 years younger, and it was my first time in an F3 car,” you defended. 

“How did I not know that?” Lando stared at the two of you. “You’re way too talented to have been beaten by Max.”

You burst out laughing as Max’s jaw dropped in shock at Lando’s words. 

“Thanks mate!” Max scoffed. 

“No problem,” Lando smirked back. “I mean seriously though! She’s fucking incredible! You can’t blame me for being a bit shocked.”

“Fuck off!” Max laughed in shock. “At least pretend to still respect me as a driver mate!”

“She’s my girlfriend!”

“I’m your best friend!” 

“She’s World Champion!”

Max was silent, then nodded. “Fair.”

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[theriddleskeeponriddling]

Rambling : Riddler : Empathy And Riddler’s View On Relationships

I was speaking with my friend about how my Crowverse version of riddler handles friendships, empathy, disorders, ect. I really enjoyed voicing it there, and now I wish to voice it here so I can look to it for reference and whatever. Thank you @a-sxft-chaotic for helping me by psycho-analyzing my Riddler, Much love to you silly Crane2.0. This post may be updated tomorrow when it’s not late and I can think better. Suggestions to anything mentioned here are welcome

Edward has several disorders. Autism, maybe Ocd, Npd ect. He is already born with lower levels of empathy, but with added traumatic childhood experiences, it has only gotten worse. He rarely had any friends has a child. He was too honest. Blunt. And stood out for not expressing sadness or care like other kids. After elementary school, he never made any more friends.

E (Age 7): “Did you not see the sign?”

(A kid, at an indoor pool, sitting with family and crying from a bad knee scrape after running and slipping on a puddle)

L: “Eddie! Just go and ask if he is okay..”

E: “Why are you mad? I told him there was a no running sign. It’s a pool. I told him, so he can be more aware”

L: “I’m not mad, I understand that Eddie just- It’s his birthday I think he would appreciate people checking in on him.. Not telling him he should look for signs next time”

The first closest sort of friend he makes, is a girl named Destiny. A girl often bullied for being of color, and requiring a wheelchair. She is similar to Hannah in the ways of being very empathetic and supportive, traits that Edward finds foolish but admirable in a way. He doesn’t make much effort to be her friend, giving her schoolwork anytime she is away for surgeries; Lending her books that she sees Ed reading; and whatnot. Destiny views Edward as a close friend, and believes he is nice for his treatment to her and the several times that Edward ‘mysteriously’ got her bullies to back away. (blackmail) He slowly starts to get used to her, but the girl, so morally righteous, finds that Edward bought a laptop using money stolen from his father and tells Mr. Nashton, Unaware that Edward would receive a bad fracture to his leg the following night.. This is the first point in which Edward truly starts finding friendships as an inconvenience.

Riddler calls everyone ‘friend’ even after saying how much he despises every person in the Rogues Gallery. He jokes about not having friends, and always claims it as his biggest strength. He doesn’t have anyone to be used as blackmail, He doesn’t need to worry about anyone other than himself, he doesn’t need to worry about losing anyone.. It sounds easier to him. It is a mix of pushing people away, and being overly egotistical that causes Riddler to have no real friendships. Riddler grew up accidentally appearing rude and emotionless to everyone around him, So now he believes it himself. He believes he doesn’t care for anyone, and refuses to make any real connections or offering genuine kindness. His common response to being asked why he is how he is.. “I have always been like how I am today. I’ve always been the best, so why would I change?”

Jon: You think you are the best thing on this planet. That you’re better than everyone else. You say you are too good for relationships but really Edward, you are just a scared man. You want attention. You love it. But if you care for those giving it to you.. you back away. You don’t want the people you care for to leave you Ed. You are scared of being alone, but you think that because you are so much better than us all, you would rather choose to be alone, than have friends leave you just so that your fate is your own doing and not ours.. What? You think that’s some advantage? Choosing to not have friends? Because all I see, is you screwing yourself over the assumption that nobody could possibly care about you.

Riddler is rude for three reasons.

1) His autism prevents him from understanding why he should change his blunt and honest mannerisms, which appear as insults to anyone who is faced with them.

2) He thinks he is better than everyone else, and as such, his opinions matter more than anyone’s emotions. He has so much pride, that he refuses to change anything about himself for the benefit of others. He also sees that caring for others is a weakness. It means putting emotion over strategy and logic, and in his line of work, there is no room for such a risk. Edward believes that nobody should even like him. That he is so rude and emotionally absent that anyone who cares about him, is foolish and makes no sense.

3) He refuses to keep anyone he cares about close.. Caring for himself alone is easier, and if he thinks everyone will leave him in the end, why risk the relationship at all? He is already well disliked, but if he starts becoming fond of anyone, he starts pushing them away with more negativity in the hope that they will leave him now, instead of leaving him later when he is more attached. Choosing the lesser pain.

Riddler’s sisters, Hannah(2-) and Lydia(6+), are the only two he has consistently cared for. After leaving for Gotham at 18, he cuts ties with them, thinking to reconnect again only once he makes a name for himself.. But when the name happens to be for a well known costume criminal, he further refuses to speak with his sisters. He figures they are safer in their hometown, and it means that he doesn’t have to think or worry about them at all.. When he finds out his older sister Lydia moved to Gotham as an officer, Riddler can’t handle the concern that he has avoided, and begs her to leave so that he can forget about her more and so she isn’t at risk. If she is in danger, Edward knows he would risk himself to help, but because he loves himself so much, he hates the idea that he could ever consider sacrificing himself for anyone else..

This is the end of this Rambling session, for now. I do plan to change the little speech for Jon, I need to flesh his character out more, but other than that, this is pretty much all I have going for Edward.

Edit: This Riddler Is Asexual or Demisexual. That form of relationship hasn’t existed for him. Romance is being thought of story-wise, but hasn’t happened for him at any point before age 27

[lxstfathier]

Midnight Sky

Master! Luke Skywalker x Padawan! Reader

Summary: noticing a sudden change in your behavior, master Luke decides to have a private talk with you at night. But it turns out way different than expected.

Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, mutual masturbation, age-gap, slight angst, Kylo being a bully.

A/N: this is not canon, i just wanted to have fun without worrying about timelines and all that. Luke is supposed to be in his late 40s and the reader in her early 20s, but you’re free to choose any age you want. Hope you all enjoy this!! 💗✨

Jedi training is hard. Specially when you’re a padawan under the wing of the one and only Luke Skywalker.

All of his students are expected to be perfect in every single aspect; from the impeccable robes, polished boots, well groomed hair, and clean lightsaber hilt, to the excellent behavior, calm and elegant in any situation, never faltering with fear or anger.

Everyone is just like that. Except you.

Ben Solo likes to mock you almost every single day for that reason, laughing at your shyness and weak combat skills. And you try you best to find a justification for it. Maybe it is because him, and all the other students, come from powerful families with a strong jedi bloodline, and you’re just a random girl from a far away planet who happened to be born force-sensitive for some weird reason.

Or maybe it’s because you’re not meant to be a jedi. Who knows, whatever it is, you can’t help but feel a little bit upset seeing all your classmates improving while you’ve been stuck in the same place for weeks.

That’s how you ended up here, sitting under a tree at lunch time like you always do, sharing a meal with Grogu, away from all the other loud teenagers around the bonfire who can’t stop laughing at their own stupid jokes. And if it wasn’t for the little green kid, you would feel completely alone.

But you’re really wrong if you think that Grogu is the only one who cares about you.

Master Luke has been watching you for a while, sensing your negative emotions and troubled thoughts, growing worried with that sudden change in your demeanor, thinking about what would be the best form to approach and help a young girl like you.

“Patu?” Grogu says, offering you the last roasted frog, pulling you away from the deepest corner of your mind.

“For me? oh, thank you so much Din Grogu, i appreciate it” you say with a smile, taking the little frog snack that is supposed to be only for him, but you put it in you mouth anyway, savoring the weird taste and crispy texture.

And you’re too into it that you don’t even notice Luke walking in your direction until a pair of black boots appears in your peripheral vision, scaring you slightly, feeling you heart beat faster as you lift up your gaze to look at your cloaked master.

Are you in trouble? you don’t think so, but before you can ask something he speaks first.

“I want you to meet me at midnight, by the pond. It’s not necessary to wear you robes or bring your lightsaber, i just want talk. Understood?”

Oh hell, you’re definitely in some trouble now.

“Yes, master” you answer, trying to stay calm as your mind overthinks all the possible scenarios. And after hearing those affirmative words, he turns around to go back with the rest, leaving you there with teary eyes.

You know that you’re not his best student, so you’re probably getting expelled from his Jedi Academy. Everything is ruined and your effort has been in vain. But you don’t want to upset Grogu and cry in front of him, so you do your best to hold your tears and fake a smile, letting him eat the rest of the food while you just sip on your drink.

After that, the evening goes fast, doing your usual routine of meditating alone, read on your holo-pad, take a quick shower and brush your teeth. Still with the horrible anxiety sensation in your chest.

When midnight finally comes, you just put on an oversized shirt and small shorts, adequate for the warm weather. Why would you care about wearing something nice if you’re getting kicked out anyway?.

So you get out of your room, walking under the moonlight, admiring all the pretty luminous insects flying above the grass as a way to distract yourself from your own nervousness.

Once you get to the pond, master Luke is already there, sitting on a fallen log. And you feel even more anxious than before, but you need to stay calm under any circumstance, remember?, so you take a deep breath, reuniting the courage to walk up to him.

“Take a seat, young padawan” he says, motioning for you to sit on the ground in front of him for a quick conversation.

You follow his orders, getting comfortable on the soft grass, playing nervously with your own sweaty hands until he finally decides to speak again.

“Do you know why i told you to come here?”

“To expel me out of the jedi academy? maybe?” You answer in a low voice, accepting your fate.

But he just smirks. Something he doesn’t do often.

“Why would i do such thing? you’re the best student here.”

For a moment you can’t believe what you just heard. He called you his best student. And you don’t know how you’re supposed to feel, your emotions are mixed, you’re happy but extremely doubtful at the same time.

Maybe he’s saying it out of pure pity. There’s no way that you’re the best when all the others have an excellent conduct and fierce combat skills that could put yours to shame.

“I don’t think so” you say, shaking your head. “I’m behind everyone else here. They all see me as an easy target, and Ben likes to remind me everyday that i’m too weak and fearful to deserve being trained by his uncle.”

Suddenly, that friendly smirk on his face disappears and a stern expression takes its place, noticing the way he clenches his jaw, along with a tightening of his gloved fist, clearly unpleased with the way his nephew has been treating you.

“Don’t listen to those teens. They’re still kids, they talk hurtful nonsense just for fun” Luke says, with his elbows on his thighs, leaning forward to make eye contact. “And they also have a lot to learn from me. All of them are reckless and aggressive most of the time, thinking that their worth is only found in how many combats they win. But not you. You’re different. You’re quiet and mindful, and that’s what makes you a great jedi. So please, don’t believe their words.”

Out of everything you thought he would tell you tonight, this definitely wasn’t it. And before you know it, a warm tear is rolling down your cheek.

You don’t know what to tell him. Perhaps you don’t need even need to, cause soon you feel him getting closer, with a big hand cradling your face as his thumb wipes the wet trail.

It’s weird. But you like it, you crave more, getting lost in his gentle touch and beautiful facial features illuminated by the pale moonlight, awakening some sort of new emotions in the depths of your soul.

“I want you to have this” he speaks again, this time offering you a rose gold lightsaber. “It belonged to my sister, princess Leia Organa.”

You’re hesitant about it, but you take it in your hands just to feel its heavy weight, cold in contrast with your skin, admiring the beautiful shiny hilt. All while wondering why would he want you to have such an important piece from his family.

One thing for sure is that, if everyone sees you using Leia’s lightsaber instead of your own, it’s going to cause jealousy, specially in Ben.

“Thanks, master. But i can’t accept it” you give it back to him, finally feeling brave enough to tell him what’s been going around your mind for days. “Actually, i think i would like to take a break from my jedi training, at least for a few months.”

Luke never thought he would hear those word come out of your pretty lips, even less after seeing you so worried thinking about getting expelled. But he understands you, better than anyone. His training can get quite demanding sometimes, and if you need some time to recover from it, he will give it to you without a second thought.

“As you wish, young padawan” he answers, with a kind smile to make it clear that he’s not mad at your decision. “You’re free to go away and come back whenever you feel ready again.”

No. You don’t want to go to any other place, you want to stay here, in a beautiful planet, with Grogu��� and him.

“I never said that i wanted to go away” you whisper, looking directly at the ocean of his eyes. “I want to stay here with you.”

Maybe it’s the heat of the moment. Maybe it’s all those years of pent up yearning. But you act by instinct, closing the gap between the two of you, pressing your soft lips against his.

It feels great. You could swear there are real buzzzers inside your stomach. However, you regret it immediately, thinking that he might reject your romantic advances, not wanting to get involved with one of his students who is way younger than him.

To your surprise, that doesn’t happen, and before you can push away, he puts a hand on the nape of your neck to pull you closer, deepening the kiss.

You tongues dance in sync, tasting each other, feeling that burning desire grow stronger with each movement of your mouths.

It scalates pretty quickly, leading to something more. So you climb into his lap, straddling his hips, immediately feeling a pair of big hands caressing your bare thighs in such a delicate way.

You move your lips to his jaw, and then his neck, biting slightly as you start moving your hips back and forth, humping his clothed bulge, desperate for some friction.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy” Luke tells you, in a low husky voice that you had never heard him use before, playing with the hem of your shirt as if asking for consent to take it off.

So you allow him to read your thoughts, letting him know that it’s ok, that you want this as much as he does and that you can’t wait to get your body claimed as his.

Giving in to your most passionate wishes, he helps you take off your shirt, letting his hands roam every curve of your waist and back until he finally finds the clips of your bra, unclasping it effortlessly, admiring the way your gorgeous breasts are set free in front of his eyes.

You throw the clothes to the ground, and he doesn’t waste a single second, squeezing your soft tits, slightly pinching your nipples, sending waves of pleasurable pain straight to your core.

As he has his fun, you work on his black pants, unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper, just enough to take out his cock, realizing that it’s a little bit bigger than you thought.

He’s fully hard, hot and heavy at touch, already dripping beads of pre cum, twitching notoriously when you run a finger over his prominent veins and sensitive pink tip.

You wrap a hand around his thick cock, pumping it slowly, and then you feel it, his warm mouth licking and sucking one of your nipples, making you gasp at the delicious sensation.

“Master, please” you whine, unable to resist more teasing.

“Please what, pretty girl?” Luke asks as he moves a hand between your legs, pushing your shorts to the side to explore your wet folds with two of his fingers. “Use your words.”

“I need you to fuck me already, please. I’ll be good, i promise. ”

You have no idea how he’s still calm and collected while being jacked off, and you’re there, being a total mess as his fingers barely stimulate your sensitive clit.

But he enjoys it nonetheless, smiling at the way you’re shivering at his touch, begging for more.

“Who am i to deny you, hm? go ahead and take what you want” he says, stopping his ministrations on you before leaning back, licking his own fingers to have a taste of your sweet juices.

You get off his lap, hurriedly getting rid of your shorts, and then straddle him again, this time guiding his cock to your entrance, slowly sinking down on it, whining as he splits you open so nicely.

Luke grunts when he feels you too, so tight and warm around him, squeezing your soft ass with his hands as a distraction to not cum in that exact moment.

“You’re too big, master” you say shyly, holding on to his broad shoulders. “I don’t think i can take it all.”

“Yes, i know you can” he answers, gripping your hips to push you down, sinking deeper into your cunt until he’s fully sheathed inside.

You could swear he’s all the way up to your guts, but you tough it out, fulfilling your promise of being good for him. And once you get somewhat adjusted to it, you start moving your hips at a steady pace.

Your mouths find each other again, kissing sloppily as you ride him, with his hands on your waist and yours tugging at his now disheveled greyish hair.

A minute later, you’re bouncing on his cock, just like one of those pornstars that you used to watch on the holo-net, letting out obscene moans when you feel him hit that soft spot inside you over and over.

The squelching noises are also pretty loud, your arousal being enough to take him easily, causing a creamy ring to appear on the base of his cock, slowly dripping down his balls.

It feels too good. Both of you are already close to your orgasms, drunk on each other, chasing your own releases, getting messy, rough, and absolutely nasty.

“Cum for me, love, come on” Luke says with a raggedy voice, using his gloved thumb to rub your clit, bucking his hips to fuck you harder.

The way he’s ramming into you, stretching out your tight hole, and his fast movements on your bundle of nerves are enough to make you come undone.

Without a warning you clench hard around him, moaning his name as you squirm and dig your nails on his black clothes, almost euphoric on the immense pleasure he just gave you.

Luke follows right after, releasing with a deep grunt, twitching hard inside your tight heat while he spills his seed as deep as he can, stuffing you full of hot sticky cum, not caring about the consequences.

After that, you go limp on his arms, riding the last waves of bliss, with your cunt still spasming around his softening cock, just hiding your blushed face on the crook of his neck while hearing his heavy breathing.

What you just did was out of the Jedi code, but neither of you regret it, specially not him, who had been dreaming for a moment like this since the first time he saw you on your home planet, so beautiful, young and innocent.

“Luke? am i really your favorite student?” you ask him in a low voice, exhausted and already sleepy.

“Yes. And my favorite girl too” He answers kindly, running a hand along your bare back.

Those words are enough to make a stupid smile appear on your lips, happy to hear him say what you’ve been longing for years, finally closing your eyes as you rest your head on his shoulder and your fingers trace at his black robes, not taking much to fall asleep like that, with your bodies still connected.

And even though you’re on a planet with a hot weather, it gets a little chilly at night, so Luke wraps his cloak around your exposed body.

He swore to protect you forever since you became his padawan, didn’t he?… so now more than ever he’s going to take care of you, it doesn’t matter if he needs to fight a damn exogorth to keep you safe.

But, in this moment, he only needs to let you rest and keep you warm, preventing you from catching a cold. Just holding you close as the stars shine in the dark midnight sky.

[wambsgansshoelaces]

hii! i heart ur headcanons sm, so i was gonna ask if u could right some sibling headcanons (especially with roman) of growing up and getting a chronic illness so we end up unable to work like they do so logan treats us like were useless a lot of the time. sorry if that's too angsty or u don't want to, but if you do thanks you! i have a chronic illness and it would be cool to have comfort characters so comforting and stuff but thanks again! 🫶🏻 have a good day!

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I just want to let you know that if you ever, EVER need support, my ask box and pms are open to you always. I’m here for you, I will be your best friend, whatever it is you need 🫶🏽

thank you so much for requesting, and hopefully I can make this a series for you so that you have representation - if that’s something you want, just let me know xx I will literally write whatever you want me to <3 enjoy 🩷

chronic illness (sib!roys)

ᝰ you’re a difficult to thing to talk about for the roys

ᝰ shiv is the only one who’s ever really defended you to your father

ᝰ kendall and roman still supported you, but were just too afraid of logan to do anything

ᝰ early childhood, connor made sure you took all your meds exactly when you were supppsed to, every single day

ᝰ roman would make up games that you could play that didn’t require you to run or exert yourself to the point where you got hurt

ᝰ you and shiv would read the harry potter picture books together

ᝰ kendall, in secret, would do all of your homework if you weren’t feeling well

ᝰ which was a lot

ᝰ shiv would always convince your dad to let you sleep in or stay home from school certain days

ᝰ roman would physically fight kids who bullied you or were rude at school/on the playground

ᝰ in high school, kendall wrote a five page letter to the principal and got one repeat bully of yours expelled

ᝰ shiv campaigned hard to make school more accessible for you

ᝰ roman still fought people that looked at you funny

ᝰ he tells you one night after getting a bloody lip that he’ll never stop fighting for you

ᝰ it was tradition that if you were bed bound or in the hospital, shiv, roman, and kendall would bring a deck of cards to you so you could all play

ᝰ but as you got older, you all drifted apart

ᝰ first ken moving away for college, the other two following slowly after

ᝰ they kept in contact, sure, but now you’re in this massive house, all by yourself with no one to talk to

ᝰ you did college online

ᝰ and even then, you don’t ever think you’ll really be able to work

ᝰ you avoid your father as much as physically possible

ᝰ he’s always thought you weren’t worth anything

ᝰ you’ve learned not to let it get to you

ᝰ after kendall graduates and comes back to new york to work for waystar, he visits more

ᝰ connor’s been long gone, so now it’s him staying on top of your meds

ᝰ even though you can do it yourself, you let him

ᝰ you know he feels bad for you

ᝰ some dystopian pity

ᝰ you didn’t want to talk about it with him, ever, so you just let him do it

ᝰ things only change after roman graduates

ᝰ even though he’s arguably the most afraid of your father, he came back to new york and made you move in with him

ᝰ “you don’t even take care of yourself, ro,” you tell him one day

ᝰ “so? you’re more important to me. i’m not going to let you fucking be in danger because dad’s a jackass.”

ᝰ he makes sure his fridge and pantry are stocked with solely food you can eat

ᝰ your dad never asks after you

ᝰ but oh well

ᝰ you only ever talk to roman anymore

ᝰ it changes after a particularly bad scare with your health

ᝰ and it’s just like ten years ago, the four of you cramped together on one hospital bed, playing cards

ᝰ shiv and ken never lose touch with you again

ᝰ you walk ken down the aisle at his wedding

ᝰ and at every wedding you attend for your siblings, you’re their person of honor, standing, sitting, whatever you can, right behind them

[sleepy-yn]

Veil of Secrets

Chapter 4

Warnings: Passing out (?), slight bullying

Word Count: 4079- not proofread

Y/N POV

This has got to be the longest week of my life (it’s only Wednesday). There’s a sort of pain in my chest that has me breathing out of my mouth, my nasal passage not reaching deep enough to grasp the oxygen. I always feel like this in the mornings, and I’ve conjured it up to the spirits sitting on my chest to keep me in bed for a couple more winks of sleep. But I think they might actually be trying to get me to stay in bed for reasons more dangerous than I can think of at 7:30 AM. 

The goosebumps on my legs make me itchy as I scratch them while sitting on the edge of my bed. I stare straight into the mirror atop my dresser drawers. God, if Sungchan makes me sleep in the same bed with him when we’re married, he’d definitely get a good laugh out of me. The thought of my wretched marriage is enough to make me grimace, tears somehow finding their way to hold in my eyes. Just my life, I guess. 

Getting ready is always fast- not because I have a short routine but because I try to get out of the house as fast as possible. My house may be beautiful, but is nothing short of miserable. I wish my mother’s portraits were still up. When she first disappeared, I would kiss each of them before I left the house for school. I hoped she’d feel my love and find her way home. When I shared this with my father, he just laughed at me and told me to give up that hope. The portraits were gone when I returned home. The only picture he never took from me is the one I keep on me. But I don’t even trust you to tell you where it is. 

With half a tangerine in my mouth and the other in my hand above the bag hanging around my wrist, I push on my shoes and out the door. But before I could start my walk, I ran into a wall. A wall that looks, unfortunately, familiar. 

“What the hell, Sungchan?” I quickly look between the uneaten half of my tangerine at my feet and his stupid, bored expression. 

“Don’t you ever watch where you’re going?”

“I wasn’t aware that there was suddenly going to be a wall where there usually isn’t. What are you doing here, anyway?” I regain my composure and cock a brow at him, “Stalking me, honey?” 

“In your dreams. Or do you dream of that scholarship, kid?” he bends down to my eyes, challenging me. Who does he think he is?

“If you want to kiss me, ask for permission.” My hand, sticky from where my fruit was, pushes his face away from me, and I walk on. 

“What the hell, Y/N!” he taps and tries to wipe his hands on his forehead, “Why’re you so gross?” 

“If you think fruits are gross, I have unfortunate news for your future,”. You’d think I licked his face the way this drama queen reacted. Wait a minute- “What are you doing here?” I whip around to see him still touching his forehead. 

“I came to pick you up. We do go to the same school if you couldn’t remember.” I pull a pack of wet wipes from my bag, handing it to him. “I figure, y’know, with the truce, we might as well try to be ‘cordial’ or whatever.” 

“You literally said we needed to stay away from each other, though.” 

“Look, I’m not going to explain myself to you. Just get in the damn car,” he shoves the package back into my hands and walks ahead of me. Who pissed in his coffee? 

His choice of car isn’t as flashy as I’d thought it would be—a simple black Cadillac with an agitating face peering out of its lowered window. 

“My, you are a sight for sore eyes, Princess,” laughed Wonbin. His smug smile was the most prominent thing on his face, eyes hidden behind sunglasses. 

I stop in my tracks, Sungchan running into my back. “What. The. Fuck. Is he doing here?” I’m so angry I don’t even feel when Sungchan’s hands grabbed my waist nor when he removed them until I see them in the corner of my eyes. 

“I always give him a ride,” he shrugs his shoulders, moving past me to open the door, “are you getting in or not? Cause I did not drive all this way for nothing.” “Technically, your driver drove all this way, so-”

“No, I meant what I said. I drove.”

I can feel the way my fingers start to tingle, like there are electrical currents surging through them. The intensity getting so high my fingers feel cold. If I don’t sit now, I’m sure to pass out. 

“Can- um, can Wonbin sit in the front?” I gasp out. 

“I’m not your chauffeur for you to bark orders to from the backseat. Just get-”

“Sungchan,” I look at him as best I can without lifting my head. I’m unsure if he gets the message or doesn’t want to fight, but he just sighs and gestures Wonbin to get out.

Wonbin steps out with a roll of his eyes, holding the corner of the door open. 

“You sure get just what you want, don’t you?”

I don’t answer as I get in, holding my breath and shutting my eyes. 

---

“Don’t tell me you get carsick,” Wonbin interrupts the blissful silence in the car. I was so close to falling asleep right then and there. The wave of nausea crashes back onto the sandy shores which is my internal system. 

“Don’t you dare throw up in my car, Y/N.” Even with my eyes closed, I can feel Sungchan’s staring at me through the rearview mirror 

“‘M not carsick.” The car lets off the brakes and on the gas rapidly, speeding past the other cars. “Sung- slow down.” I plead but I’m not sure he hears the whisper through the engine's revving. 

My fingers are still tingling but now it’s reached toward my arms. If I attempted to use my phone, I doubted I’d even be able to type in my password. If he doesn’t slow down, I swear to God. 

“See, my driving got you here before you could th-” 

I don’t hear the rest of his speech before I scramble out of the car. I need to breathe fresh air, real air. My knees wobble with each step; thankfully, there’s no one in the parking lot. I can’t keep walking before I stumble and grasp onto the cement pillar a couple of feet away from Sungchan’s car. 

“Shit, Wonbin, grab her bags.” Two hands are taking the bag of tangerines off my wrist and my school bag off my shoulder. Something wrapped around my waist before I was carried off bridal style. 

—

I don’t know what woke me up, but my dry mouth made me aware that I had been asleep. Blinking a few times, I realized the white light surrounding me was, in fact, not heaven but the curtains surrounding the bed in the nurse's office. Shit, what happened?

“Oh, Y/n, you’re awake!” A welcoming, boyish voice has me turning my head to see Sohee with a box in his hands. 

“Sohee? What are you doing here?” I sat up, but as fast as I could rise, I went back down- the pressure in my head killing me. 

“Don’t get up yet; wait for the nurse to come back.” His soft hands gently press my head back into the pillow, adjusting my blanket. “I volunteer here a couple of times a week, it’s good for my transcripts.” I hum in response. 

“What happened?”

“Um, well, I wasn’t here when you arrived, but the nurse said two guys came to drop you off. They said you pretty much collapsed in the parking lot an hour ago. Did something happen?”

Then I remember the car ride with Sungchan and Wonbin and how weak I felt before blacking out in the lot. I can still feel the damp air. 

“Sungchan gave me a ride to school; I just couldn’t take it, I guess.” 

“Oh, do you get car sick?”

“Not exactly.” 

“Well, it’s a good thing Sungchan carried you in when he did,” the nurse comes in, fixing her coat in place, “you had extremely low blood pressure. You’re a bit dehydrated as well. Did you happen to have a scare or something before you got here? Your charts don’t say you have any prior health concerns.”

“N-no, I don’t. I think I just got a really bad case of anxiety or something.”

Sohee listens quietly, his hand wrapped around my arm and his thumb drawing lines against it. He’s a good kid. Sungchan probably had a laugh at my fall. Wonbin especially. 

“Well, I just sent a message to your teacher. You should be good to go to class however, we’re just waiting for your escort.”

“My escort?” Now, I can finally sit up and look at her fully. “Who?”

“Me, obviously.” Oh great. 

Wonbin stands in the doorway, fixing his hair like the priss he is. 

“Why are you her escort? You hardly even-” 

“Ahem, Sohee. Would you mind helping me get some more boxes from the supply closet?”

Sohee retreats back into himself sheepishly, giving my arm one tight squeeze before brushing past Wonbin at the door. I really wish she would’ve let him stay. If I’m left alone with Wonbin, I think my blood pressure might rise.

“Don’t look so happy to see me,” he rolls his eyes, strolling into the room.

“Why are you here? What happened to me? Where’s Sungcha-”

“God, you ask so many questions,” his eyes are going to stay stuck in the back of his head at this rate. He sits in the chair Sohee was occupying, picking at his nails. “Sungchan went off to a meeting or something. He probably would have come to get you. Probably.” 

He’s not even looking at me, as if I’m some damn nuisance. He really drives me up the walls with how much of a queen he is. 

“Before you ask, again,” another roll of his eyes, this time accompanied by a sigh, “as soon as you got out of the car, you quite literally just slid to the ground, and you passed out. It was kinda creepy the way your eyes just rolled back, and your face got so pale, well, paler than usual.” Gee, I never noticed. “Anyway, Sungchan carried you from the parking lot up here. Poor guy, having to lug you up so-” 

“Alright, I get the message, you dick,” I lay my head back on the pillow, my hand finding its way to my eyes. I really should invest in some transition lenses. 

“Look, we got to get to class; you already missed a good chunk. If you’re good the whole way, I might consider lending you my notes,” that stupid smug smile. 

I don’t fight him, though; it's not like there’s much fight left in me anyway. I just want to go home and sleep the rest of the day off. I thought that after so much time had passed, this kind of thing would just go away, but I guess it hasn’t. When I get up, I realize there’s a blazer wrapped around my waist. I lift one of the sleeves toward Wonbin. 

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Before Sungchan picked you up, he put his jacket around you. Probably to shield everyone else’s eyes from whatever you got going on…” he makes a circle movement with his hand, “there.” Ouch. “Gave everyone a good view of his body, though, so I’m sure the female body appreciates you right about now.”

Why would he do that? I mean, it was already enough trouble carrying me all the way here, surprised he even had a second thought about taking care of that issue. 

Stepping out of the nurse’s office, the bustling sounds of the hallway hit me like a tidal wave. Students chattered, lockers slammed, and the occasional laugh echoed through the space. My head was still spinning slightly, but I managed to keep myself upright—barely. Wonbin, naturally, walked a step ahead of me, as if he’d been put on this earth to lead me around like some lost puppy.

He kept his hands tucked casually into his pockets. His posture screamed indifference, but I couldn’t ignore the way his eyes flicked over his shoulder every couple of steps, checking on me. Awe, maybe he does have a heart. Or he’s hoping he’ll lose me in the crowd of people. 

“Are you seriously going to keep that thing tied around your waist all day?” he said suddenly, nodding toward the blazer. “You’re gonna look like a middle schooler whose first boyfriend just gave her his sweater.”

“Why do you care?” I shot back, tightening the knot just to spite him.

“Because I’m the one stuck having to look at you.”

I rolled my eyes. “You know, I’m starting to think you volunteered for this just so you could annoy me.”

“Right. Because my lifelong ambition is to hang out with you, Y/N,” he deadpanned, though the slight curl of his lips betrayed his amusement.

Rounding a corner, I can’t control the way my stomach growls. 

Wonbin must’ve noticed because he slowed his pace and glanced at me. “Hungry?”

“I’m fine.”

“Right,” he said, clearly unconvinced. Without another word, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a tangerine. One of MY tangerines.

“Eat. You’re useless enough as it is; I don’t need you passing out again.”

“Wow, you really know how to make a girl feel special. This is mine anyway, what happened to the bag full of them?” I muttered, beginning to peel the skin.

“Hey, I’m just here to make sure you don’t keel over on school grounds. Anything beyond that is out of my job description. And anyway, me and Sungchan ate them,”

“You what?!” I could feel my blood and its pressure rise expeditiously. 

“It was the least you could do after we saved your ass,” he scoffed. 

I don’t say that I’d rather have been left in that parking lot with my bag of tangerines.

Despite his infuriating personality, he wasn’t wrong—I needed something to eat if I wanted to make it through the day.

As we made our way to class, the weight of Sungchan’s blazer around my waist felt heavier than it should have. My fingers brushed over the fabric absently, trying to make sense of it. Sungchan didn’t do things like that. He didn’t care. Not about me, at least.

“Stop overthinking,” Wonbin said, breaking the silence.

“What?”

“Whatever you’re thinking about. Just stop. You’re making that face.”

“I don’t have a face.”

He smirked. “Oh, you do. It’s that scrunched-up, ‘the world is ending because I’m the main character’ face. You’ve got it down to an art.”

I glared at him but didn’t bother responding. He wasn’t worth the energy that I didn’t have at the moment.

We reached the classroom, and Wonbin opened the door with a dramatic flourish, as if announcing my grand return to the world of the living.

“Look who survived,” he said loudly, earning a few chuckles from the students already seated. Sungchan, sitting by the window, glanced up at the commotion. His eyes briefly met mine before darting back down to his notebook, as if nothing had happened.

I slipped into my seat as quietly as I could, ignoring the whispers and side glances. Wonbin, of course, took the opportunity to saunter over to Sungchan and drop into the seat next to him. They exchanged a few words, their voices too low for me to hear, but whatever Sungchan said made Wonbin grin like he’d just won the lottery.

Great. Whatever they were plotting, I was sure it didn’t bode well for me.

I could feel the way some girl's eyes were glaring at me. Shit the jacket. I stand, unwrapping it from myself and making my way over to Sungchan. He doesn’t even glance up as I approach him. I drop it onto his desk with a small “thanks” and return to my seat. As I turned to head back to my seat, I could still feel the weight of their stares. Some whispered behind cupped hands, others outright glared, their gazes bouncing between me and Sungchan. The jacket had been a curse, apparently—one I should’ve gotten rid of sooner.

“Y/N,” Sungchan’s voice stopped me mid-step. It wasn’t loud, but it carried enough weight to freeze me in place.

I turned back, half-expecting him to scold me for making a scene or accuse me of wrinkling his precious blazer. Instead, he tapped the corner of the desk where I’d dropped it. “Next time, fold it.”

The audacity.

I narrowed my eyes at him, biting back a retort. The smirk tugging at the corner of his lips made it clear he was doing this on purpose.

I spun on my heel and walked back to my desk, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flustered. Wonbin let out a low chuckle from his seat beside Sungchan, and I could hear him say something, probably teasing, though the words didn’t reach me.

As I sat down, I stared straight ahead, willing my face not to betray any embarrassment. But out of the corner of my eye, I caught one of the girls in the row next to me leaning toward her friend, her voice low but pointed.

“Can you believe her? Acting so casual with him like that,” she muttered.

Her friend giggled, glancing my way. “Yeah, who does she think she is?”

I clenched my jaw and forced myself to focus on the board, pretending not to hear. But my mind was already racing, and my cheeks burned with the effort it took not to react.

Sungchan’s stupid jacket. His stupid smirk. His stupid everything. Can you believe I have to marry that jerk?”

I kept my eyes glued to the board, scribbling notes even though my brain wasn’t processing a single word. The whispers around me were fading now, but the tension in my chest didn’t. It never did, really—not in places like this.

Just as I let out a shaky breath, the sound of a chair scraping across the floor caught my attention. I glanced over to see Sungchan standing, his hands tucked into his pockets as he strolled toward me.

My stomach twisted. He wasn’t… he wasn’t coming over here, was he?

He stopped at the edge of my desk, and the hum of quiet conversations in the room seemed to drop a few decibels.

“You forgot this,” he said simply, holding out his blazer.

I stared at it for a moment, confused. “I gave it back.”

“You dropped it on my desk, Y/N,” he said, his tone flat but somehow teasing at the same time. “It’s not the same thing.”

I could feel all the eyes in the room on us, some curious, some clearly annoyed. My palms grew sweaty.

“I don’t need it,” I muttered, not meeting his gaze.

“Yeah, well, I don’t need it either,” he said, leaning down slightly so his face was level with mine. “But I didn’t give it to you because I needed to. Take it.”

Before I could argue, he set it neatly on the corner of my desk and straightened up, giving me a pointed look.

Then, with that infuriating smirk of his, he turned and walked back to his seat, completely unfazed by the spectacle he’d just created.

I stared at the jacket for a long moment, debating whether I should just crumple it up and throw it back at Sungchan. My cheeks burned as I felt the stares of half the class boring into me.

Wonbin’s laugh broke through the silence. “You’ve got her all flustered, man,” he said, loud enough for me to hear.

I clenched my fist, resisting the urge to launch Sungchan’s stupid blazer across the room at both of them. Instead, I shoved it into my bag and ducked my head, willing the day to just be over already.

But as the teacher resumed the lesson, I couldn’t help but glance over at Sungchan. He wasn’t smirking anymore. He was just sitting there, tapping his pen against his notebook like nothing had happened.

As if a prayer had been answered, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. The scraping of chairs and the chatter of students filled the room as everyone began to pack up and leave. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. I had barely moved to pack my things when Sohee’s familiar figure appeared in the doorway, holding a small paper bag in his hands. He looked a little out of place, glancing around the classroom before his eyes landed on me. “Y/N!” he called softly, stepping inside with his usual bright, boyish smile.

“What are you doing here?” I asked as he approached, surprised to see him.

“I wanted to check on you,” he said, placing the bag on my desk. “You didn’t look so great earlier, and I thought maybe this would help. It’s just some herbal candies and a sports drink. They’re good for when you’re feeling lightheaded or dehydrated.”

The thoughtfulness of the gesture made my chest tighten in a way I wasn’t used to. “You didn’t have to go out of your way for this,” I murmured, glancing into the bag.

“It’s no big deal,” he said with a shrug, his eyes warm. “I just… wanted to make sure you were okay.” Sohee always knew the right thing to say. The events that had transpired before the day even began were pushed to the back of my mind, I was only focused on Sohee’s kind gesture.  

But, of course, peace was too much to ask for.

A low chuckle came from behind me. “Wow, look at this. Y/N’s nurse is back,” Wonbin’s voice drawled, cutting through the moment like a blade.

“Knock it off, Wonbin,” Sohee said, his voice calm but firm. “Why don’t you mind your own business for once?”

Wonbin raised his hands in mock surrender, smirking. “Easy, Sohee. Just making an observation. Didn’t realize Y/N had a whole fan club.”

Sohee didn’t even flinch. “It’s called being a decent person. You should try it sometime.

Wonbin smirked, glancing between me and Sohee. “You’ve got a real soft spot, don’t you? Guess that’s what happens when you’re trying to keep those scholarships. Gotta look perfect all the time, huh?”

The tension between them was thick enough to cut. Sohee’s jaw tightened, but before he could respond, Sungchan’s voice cut through.

“What’s going on?” he asked, his sharp gaze flicking between the three of us.

“Nothing,” Sohee replied, there was a tightness in his voice, and I couldn’t ignore how he looked at Sungchan. He gave me a small smile and gestured to the bag. “Take care of yourself, okay? I’ll see you later.” I nodded, feeling a little guilty as he left the room without another word. But as he walked away, I couldn’t help noticing how his shoulders tensed.

 “Wow,” Wonbin said as soon as Sohee was gone. “That guy’s got a hero complex or something. Always so righteous.”

“Wonbin, shut up,” Sungchan said flatly, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“What?” Wonbin laughed, clearly unbothered. “It’s true. You can’t tell me that guy doesn’t have some kind of agenda.”

Sungchan’s jaw tensed, but instead of arguing, he turned to me. “Let’s go. You look like you’re about to pass out again.”

I frowned, tempted to argue, but the exhaustion from the day left me with little fight. Sungchan didn’t wait for an answer, already walking toward the door.

“Guess I’ll see you later, Princess,” Wonbin teased as I followed after Sungchan.

As I stepped into the hallway, I glanced at the bag Sohee had given me and couldn’t help but feel a strange warmth in my chest. For all the chaos in my life, at least someone genuinely cared.

And yet, the tension between Sohee, Wonbin, and Sungchan lingered in my mind, like there was something they all shared but couldn’t admit.

a/n: do you guys prefer these long chapters or would you guys prefer shorter chapters broken up scene-to-scene?

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[jujutsukgojo]

How All For One came to be

Summary: All For One is the most notorious villain in history. But he was a big brother first.

TW: death, abuse, violence, angst, AFO is his own warning. If there is anything else pls let me know! I don't own bnha and this is not canon. it does have spoilers tho!

cross posted from ao3

8k+ words

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 Giichi swings his fist but misses the bastard by a hair. The jerk with the shorts, who Giichi assumes is “Saito”, hits him right in the gut as Saito’s friend aims for Giichi’s back. Before the friend’s elbow can land a blow on his back, there is a harsh swing of a branch at the kid’s face. The friend spits out blood and a tooth.  

  Giichi looks up to see his younger brother, Yoichi, glaring his green eyes at the two bullies. “Leave my brother alone!”  

Saito tries to get Yoichi but he swings the branch again and ends up hitting the boy’s knuckles. Swollen and possibly broken, he cries out. “Stop it! There’s no reason to continue. Giichi c’mon!” 

  His brother reaches out to him, hand extended. Although Yoichi is younger than him, Giichi admits he is brave and has his wits about him. Just as Giichi reaches for Yoichi’s hand, a third boy pops up and hits Yoichi right in his ribs. The kid laughs until Giichi’s brother throws up on his face.  

It ends up being worse for Yoichi. Even still, he tries to stand. Giichi has had enough of these fools. Enraged, he releases it. He can’t let something like this happen again. Not when Yoichi takes just a couple of hits and is down for the count.  

  They end up running away from the two brothers. Yoichi continues to cough as he reaches for Giichi’s hand. 

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It wasn’t fair. Every day, every single day he pushes against society for nothing but scraps. People like Yoichi get bullied every day and no one stops it. He comes across worthless dirt too but at least they are somewhat reluctant. With Yoichi it’s different. He might be brave but he can’t do much.  

Once they entered their shabby home, their mother gives them the news: him and Yoichi are finally going to be placed with their father.  

Giichi Shigaraki would rather die than stay with that bitch of a mother. As Yoichi’s older brother, it is vital for him to protect Yoichi. Yoichi is frail. Born around three months early and wasn’t given the proper care, it affected him greatly. That bitch didn’t have the slightest clue what to do. Or perhaps she just didn’t want to what is right. After having an affair on Giichi’s father that resulted in Yoichi, Giichi’s father was furious and repeatedly took it out on their mother, who took it out on Yoichi.  

  His father left early and just now wanted to help. To repent for his sins or something. Whatever. Giichi will just use the bastard for shelter since he  knows  that there is a catch. Giichi can smell the lie from a mile away. His father wanting to help has to be a lie. No way would that worm take them in. Especially Yoichi.  

Giichi hears shuffling behind him. Over the years he has developed a slight flinch. People have to be alert. “Sorry, big brother. I should have told you I was here.” 

Yoichi holds their current favorite manga,  Atomic Boy . They are so close to finishing it! This is the very last chapter of this amazing series. Giichi puts a blanket over their heads as they sit on their new bed. One twin sized cot for two is a step up from the floor.  

In Yoichi’s hand is also their flashlight that they use to read it. Yoichi flicks it on and like always, Giichi starts out reading with his hero voice and Yoichi deepens his as best he can to play the villain. 

“Why do you smile when you’re the bad guy? Villains aren’t supposed to smile.” 

“They do it to fill a void.” Yoichi reasons. Snorting, Giichi replies, “Fill a void?” 

Nodding his head, Yoichi explains it. “Well, I heard mom talk about filling a void and when I asked her what it is, it made sense. Everyone has to smile to make something better.” Giichi doesn’t know what to do with his little brother.  

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“Why? Why can’t you listen, Giichi?!” His father goes to hit him again. When it first started happening, Giichi was shocked. This jackass was supposed to be a step up. Never had his father laid a hand on him or Yoichi. Yet, time took its toll on his father. Now older and greying from his once brown hair, now thicker around the middle. Money was not coming in as it used to. Giichi knew that there was a catch and there was. A check would come in the mail due to raising two children. That’s what his father wanted. The check.  

  The shock was the violence.  

 Giichi is prepared for his hit. But it never comes. The harsh impact never rushes to his face and leaves an ugly mark like his father planned. No, instead what he sees is his sickly brother on the floor with blood in his mouth, taking the hit for him. Just like when his mother would threaten Giichi in order to make Yoichi submit to her violence. Trying to be a hero like always.  

Yoichi tries to stand. “D-don’t hit my brother.” Rolling his eyes, his pathetic excuse of a father goes to kick him while Yoichi is down. Coward.  

Giichi has never been so angry. This is his dad, not Yoichi’s. He gets why his dad doesn’t like him. Their mother had an affair and then a child yadda, yadda, yadda. Who cares! Yoichi can’t take the hits. Yet, he takes the punishment that is meant for him. Why does he do this? Why does he try to save him when all he does is get hurt? 

  Giichi reaches down to grab his dad’s foot and twists it with all of his strength. It goes all away around, completely broken. As he howls in pain Giichi jumps on him and doesn’t stop releasing his rage in the form of his fists until he is pulled off by his coughing brother.

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Giichi has gotten used to fending for himself and his little brother. His dad has proven to be a damn useless nobody. An absolute nobody that Giichi wants to run over and destroy. What is his use? He barely pays for anything other than beer and cigarettes! All he wanted from this bastard is a roof and he can barely do that. It’s all so disappointing. That jack off limps around saying woe is me. So what!  

Giichi would gladly do it again out of sheer hatred.  

Yoichi walks behind him, animatedly talking about the latest manga that he thinks they should read. Given to him from Haru, a neighborhood kid that hangs out with Yoichi from time to time. Clutching it to his chest, he excitedly tells his older brother, “I heard from Haru that it’s the best. Better than Atomic Boy. Can you believe that? I mean-”  

  Giichi waits for him to finish his sentence but he all he gets is horrendous hacking. He turns around to see his frail brother coughing uncontrollably with his hand over his mouth. “Yoichi? H-hey c’mon.” He pats him on his back, hoping that it helps.  

Yoichi wheezes and removes his hand from his mouth. With teary eyes, his baby brother calls out to him and faints. 

Giichi doesn’t waste time. He places his brother’s arm over his shoulder and goes to the nearest clinic. It isn’t much, but that is all he can do right now. He’s only sixteen. His brother’s fourteen. This is too much. Way, way, too much for them to handle. No, no, he’ll handle this. Right now, Yoichi has enough to deal with.  

He better be okay. I swear to God I will destroy this world where it turns if he isn’t.   

“Help! Somebody, please!” He screams as he runs down the street. No one even bothers to look. They don’t even care. These blind and selfish people ignore them. 

He pushes past the door and to the front desk. The lady looks at him with wide eyes. Her bun is pulled back so tightly that it seems to be stretching her face. Giichi doesn’t have time to tease her right now. Later, he promises himself. “Okay, okay. Do you have an appointment?” 

“What?” 

“An appointment. We don’t allow walk-ins.” She informs with a bored expression. This world. This is how it is, how it always will be, huh? “He could be dying you heartless  bitch.”  

“Look, we see this all the time. Kids running in here pretending to be sick just to steal the condoms. That’s why we no longer allow walk-ins. You think you’re slick.” She pops her bubble gum at him.  

“Fucking condoms? I don’t want your condoms I want you to help my brother! Just look at him!” Why in the hell would she accuse him of such a thing?! Yoichi is literally dying right now. 

He starts getting closer, growing angrier by the second. His brother’s breathing is still wheezy. Security is called in no time as Giichi goes across the counter and grabs the woman’s jaw so tight that it is bound to leave a bruise if not more.  

“Why won’t you help us?! Why will none of you help him?! He fainted and his breath is wheezy, and his heart beat’s all over the place. At least tell me what it is!” 

They don’t.  

“Tell me what it is!”  

And as luck would have it, as they are thrown out (literally), a kid with an inhaler is close by. The kid in the ugly stripe shirt takes a puff and doesn’t realize that they’re in danger by being too close to a desperate boy that will grow up to be an apex predator. 

 

  Yoichi has gotten better since then thanks to Giichi’s quick thinking. When they got home, he forced his father to drive them to the hospital, he discovered that the problems that his brother face will be lifelong. They gave him the treatments he needed for that current issue but the bill was outrageous. His father was furious and almost took it out on Yoichi. So, Giichi took it. What didn’t sit right with either of the brothers is the verbal abuse that was given to Yoichi.  

Yoichi knew that he wasn’t biologically his. He knew this. Having it thrown in Yoichi’s face as an insult and acting as if he is a burden stayed with him.  

Giichi was perturbed about everything. The incident at the clinic, his brother’s health, his father, the bill, humanity, all of it. He’ll change it all. Without a friend in the world, he will still change it. For the better, he swears.  

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“Do you want to read the manga with me?” His brother comes up to him with that stupid purple puffer thing. It’s temporary, the doctors said. How can they be so sure? Have such confidence when they just glanced at him? At both of them? 

Did they not see the pain, the suffering? There isn’t a way for them to be absolutely sure like that. Yoichi lifts it up and takes a breath out of it.  

“Alright. Just don’t strain yourself.”  Please. You’re all I got.  

Holding the first volume of the new manga he was talking about, he gives it to Giichi and goes to get the blanket and flashlight. Slightly tripping, he chuckles from embarrassment. “Whoops.”  

“Pfft. Klutz.”  

  What if his heart starts acting up next? They could never afford to help him. Giichi  looks at the cover.  Captain Hero.  He wonders where the author got such a crappy name. Captain Hero, whose real name is Justice, wears a cape and poses like Superman. With his hands balled into fists on his hips. A blue cape, yellow boots, and no mask to conceal his identity. How vain of him. To walk around without a mask on. It screams to Giichi that this “Justice” or “Captain Hero” guy wants people to know that when they see his face, they see justice, salvation. Well, it is obvious within his name.  

  Giichi starts to question it all.  

“Got them!” Yoichi walks over to where he sits and places the blanket over him. Giichi, before the cover goes over his eyes, realizes, digests, how weak he is. Only a year and a half younger, Yoichi could be easily pushed by him. So fragile.  

“Hey, I know this is probably girly to you, but I got us these!” Yoichi pulls out two chains. He hands one to Giichi with a bright smile. Slipping his on he says, “They match, see!”  

  Giichi does think it’s girly but he puts it on anyway. They read the manga, completely intrigued. When it is his brother’s turn to read it, Giichi looks at the chain his brother gave him.  

Giichi admits that this manga is good. He also admits that the Demon Lord had a magnificent point.    

He only read to chapter three, when the Demon Lord won. It was all he needed. Yoichi kept reading it to the very end. He constantly asked Giichi to join him like old times but Giichi rejected the offers. As time went on, Giichi grew up and knew that they could never afford his brother’s care. So, he worked hard. He worked his ass off to support himself and his brother who supported him emotionally. Who was always there to lend a hand. That is what he loves about his brother. Yoichi can’t do much physically but at least he’s there with a smile.

  

  Giichi worked hard. He worked in Mcdonald’s and several retail shops throughout his time in community college. Graduating early with a business degree, he then worked as a receptionist. All while his brother decided to write and become a moderately successful manga artist.  

Now a full-grown adult and out of school, he is a successful business man. In no time he ran the company. He made a small business grow into a monster of an enterprise. Wearing suits that as a child he could only dream of, shoes that shined like stars, had women at his call, and gold that never lost its touch. Giichi made sure that Yoichi was set as well. Yoichi was bound and determined to live by himself, to support himself. So, he helped him secure an apartment not too far from him.  

Giichi would hate it if Yoichi just died one day and he didn’t know because he wasn’t there.  

That is his worst nightmare.  

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“I’m telling you, I am  fine.”  His brother walks with a red mug to give to him. “You always say that, little brother.” 

“Please don’t miss this opportunity because of me. Seriously, okay? I’m taking my meds, my treatment, all of it.”  

He sounds out of breath. Kind of wheezy too. Giichi gets up from leaning against the olive-green couch and places his head against his brother’s chest to hear his heart. “It’s erratic, Yoichi.” 

“I drank coffee.” Yoichi admits. He breathlessly laughs and ends up coughing. “It’s the coffee, I swear on our mother.” 

“You’re not supposed to! And why the hell would you mention that whore?” Yoichi scoffs. “It’s a jok-”  Giichi places his head there again. This time, Yoichi hugs him. “Giichi, please. I'm fine, I swear it.” He tries to comfort the worried one, hoping that his condition doesn’t scare him that bad. Giichi is no fool.  

He removes himself from his brother’s touch. His cold and slim fingers no longer hold onto him. “You told me that someone pushed you. Is that also why you’re wheezing? You hit your ribs again?” 

“It was just some guy. Actually, he looked a little familiar. Saito, I think? Remember that one kid that always popped his gum. Man, he’s gotten old.” Yoichi chuckles, trying to brush it off. To ease the tension but it isn’t working.  

Giichi hated it. How can someone do that? How can someone not stop that bastard? Where were the police? The ones who are supposed to stand for people like Yoichi? 

Then again, how can Yoichi stand for it. Why not put that ass-wipe in their place? Suddenly, Giichi’s perception on Yoichi starts to differ than what it was before. Only slightly. He still does greatly care for his brother, truly, but frustration starts to set in.  

Why does he not fight back? Does he wait for a hero like the mangas? Is he looking for Captain Hero to pop up and save the day? Giichi wonders how long will he be like this.  

“I think I will go. In the meantime, why don’t you think about why the ever-living fuck you don’t do  anything .”  

“What?” Yoichi is taken back. He reaches out to his brother again. “What do you mean?” 

“There are no heroes, Yoichi. And I am certainly not one.” 

He leaves and slams the door on his way out.  

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In China, Giichi looks out of his open window where he can see the hospital. Taking a final puff of his cigarette he puts it out on his window sill. A light erupts from the hospital building all the way to the sky. His body starts to tingle. It starts to shake. Goose bumps pop up, he can  feel  his blood move in every direction. A spark like feeling all around his body makes him want to vomit. His head starts to spin as he stares at this golden light. With an aching body, he falls to the carpeted floor.  

  For an unknown time, he blacked out. There was no warning of this. He went to the doctor’s earlier this month and has a clean bill of health. His body feels heavy but what he felt has subsided. Looking out the window again, the light is out and people run and scream. Cars are tipped over and buildings are broken. Giichi reaches for the remote to turn on the news. Something must have happened at that moment, right? Unless he ignored what they were saying on the news which is unlikely. He likes to keep up with the world. To see its disfunction. Perhaps that is not a healthy way to live. He'll take it wholeheartedly though.  

  Propping himself up with the help of a table, he sees himself in the mirror. White hair, red eyes, but his normal face. Did he age this quickly? He feels fine. He doesn’t have wrinkles or creaky bones. How can his hair turn whiter than snow and his eyes like rubies? 

  “Just in, an infant born just today  glows-”  All of the reports say the same thing. A glowing baby, people changing subtly, people start performing miracles, a new age.  

That baby is not a light baby. That baby is a beacon, calling for evolution.  

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  Leaving his luxurious hotel room in China, he cuts the visit abruptly with a short phone call without an explanation. Placing sunglasses over his eyes and a hat on his head, he gets on the plane. People are screaming at others. A child, who starts to cry at the ever growing mob, she throws her fist down and stomps her feet out of a growing anger. Out of her fists are a strong gust of air, as strong as a canon. The ground starts to crack. People run for their lives. “Oh no!” The little girl runs from the cracking of the ground.  

  She bumps into him. “Sorry, sorry!” He reaches down and pats her head. “Are you okay?” 

So strong... 

Her black hair cascades past her shoulders. Her brown eyes are round from fear and still teary. “No. I’m not.” 

  With another pat on her head, he feels it. Almost like a need for air, a pulsing feeling. He can’t describe it! But he knows what to do. 

  “Do you want me to help you, make you normal again?” She shakes her head yes and squeezes his legs. “Can you help our daughter?” 

A man that looks so much like her says. He keeps a distance away from his child. Pathetic. Running away from his own kid. “Yes, I can.” Giichi doesn’t know how but his response is automatic and as always, charismatic. Giving into the odd feeling is a desperate need. He can’t help himself.  

Placing his large hand on her head, he feels a smooth sensation coming through his hand and up his arms. It feels like something drawing inside him. There isn’t a rough transition at all.  

“Try it now.” She does, with all her might, and nothing comes out. Happy, she bounces and giggles. He chuckles but for an entirely different reason. 

----

 

Back at home, he is greeted with his brother’s voice. Giichi gave his brother a key.  

“Please let him be okay...” 

“Yoichi?”  

  Giichi can hear his brother come to the foyer. “Giichi! Something awful happened! Are you okay?” Like him, his hair has turned white. Instead of curly brown hair like his was, Yoichi had long, straight, black hair. What they shared were their green eyes.  

  Taking off his sunglasses, his red eyes meet green, a color once like his. That was the only way you could tell they were siblings really. They had the exact same eyes. Eyes like their mother. “Giichi...” 

“I’m fine baby brother.” 

“H-how? Are you sure?” Walking up to his frail brother, he places a hand on his head to see if he can feel it. He can’t.  

“Of course not. Of course, you had to remain this way.” Frustrated at his brother, he leaves his own apartment. “Giichi! Don’t go back out there it’s madness!” 

And madness it was. And Giichi enjoyed every moment of the ruination of the country that screwed him over time and time again.

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In no time did Giichi get to the top. In no time did the world see the corruption of how it was before. Giichi offered salvation, a haven if you wanted to be weak. Be “normal” like how he tricked that child in China. Giichi truly was the definition of sane. How could it not be sane to satiate this itch in his skin to take what is rightfully his? To destroy what he hates and at the same time acquire friends? 

Because it would be insane to not be the boss. It is madness to not make the world right. To take the meta-abilities that they do not want or need and replace it with utter devotion to Giichi is what he has always wanted. More, more, more, is all he feels right now. And the desire to be someone that will not be pushed.  

One thing that did bother him repeatedly was his beloved brother, Yoichi. Believing in heroes and unicorns. How is his world right but Giichi’s isn’t? How is it that Giichi is immoral? 

All he has to do is make Yoichi see it. Make him see that what he is doing is for the greater good. For them both. Everything is at their fingertips now. Yes, before he ran a company and was rolling in wealth. But was it truly satisfying? Was it what he really wanted? No. He conducted negotiations much to his chagrin. Rolling with the waves when he should have been eliminating them.  

 He wanted justice. He wanted to win for once. He wanted vengeance on everyone. How many times did he pass people on the street with torn clothes, bloody and bruised, dirty, while standing on the corner begging for change? How many people cared? None.  

What they had been through was hell. It was something out of a pamphlet that people take and ignore when they leave those centers. They threw them away and don’t look twice. Does Yoichi not remember the clinic? How they completely disregarded his life? What about the hospital? They took one look at him and he still has problems. However, that baby could be the answer.  

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  Giichi walks to the hospital where a crazed doctor supposedly is. “Hello Dr. Garaki.”  

The man with black hair and a mustache stands. “H-hello.” His glasses accentuate his eyes, making them twice as big.  

  Giichi had heard a theory from a curious woman. One that he had to know the truth about. “I am only here for an answer. Answer honestly.” 

Doctor Garaki nods. “Is it true that those with meta-abilities have better health?” 

Clearing his throat, he starts. “I find that that is true. When the light baby appeared and meta-abilities right after, patients started to fair better. Not deep wounds or near death but those with sicknesses did get better. Some not by much and others made great progress. Not that everyone is completely healed but no one can deny this. I ran a study about it and took samples of DNA. Well, I saw something.” 

He hurriedly walks to the table. “Here are cells from those who are normal. Here are those who possess an ability. Injecting both with a disease...” He does as he says.  

“The cell of the one with an ability is more resistant. It fights it. Look, the disease didn’t take! This meta ability didn’t have the power to regenerate or heal yet it did this. It is something like extreme echolocation but more like a detector. It’s difficult to explain-”  

The man goes on and on and Giichi just listens. It's all very fascinating. He wants to find this meta-ability. Without eyes, ears, and a nose, this person can sense things anyway.  

“I believe you are right.” 

“Y-you do?” 

“Of course. It’s right here, isn’t it?” Dr. Garaki instantly brightens. “W-wow! You’re the first! Would you like to hear my other theory? Well, theories.” 

“Absolutely.” 

  Giichi sits down on a stool. “I don’t know what to name this one yet but it is about meta-abilities in general. Okay, what if all this time cells are actually like popcorn kernels and easily change?” He smiles brightly. 

Giichi stares at the man for a good hard minute with a blank face. “Pardon?” 

Dr. Garaki clears his throat and straightens up. “What if they mutated? What if the conditions that the light baby’s mother faced effected the fetus. The effect on the cells could be so miniscule that we may not be able to see it under a microscope," Dr. Garaki laughs, clearly excited that someone is listening rather than doubting.

"It's as if the baby’s meta ability is some kind of radiation and got rid of what we didn’t need and replaced it with something we did. Like the extra joint. Those with meta-abilities no longer have a joint in the little toe. Just like you and I.” 

“What would the woman had to have come in contact with in order for the baby to even develop it? Why only effect some?” They are good and genuine questions. With an even brighter smile the doctor answered.  

“Pollution. It is worse than it ever has been. It was only a matter of time before something happened. That child with a meta-ability of mega radiation effected people and that was it. Why only some? Who knows. But if I am right and the child got rid of what wasn’t needed, it could be that the pollution is so bad that we needed to evolve in order to deal with it.” 

  Tilting his head, Giichi asks, “Is that actually possible?”  

Messing with a pencil that was tucked behind his ear, Dr. Garaki responds. “Well, the meta-ability holder's cells were resistant. I think it is true. We evolved to adapt to the conditions. Either way, one thing is clear as I have shown you: those with meta-abilities are stronger. And soon those without it will not exist. Everyone will have a meta-ability because of cross breeding. It will be chaos.” 

This is what Giichi wanted to hear. That there is a chance at a longer and fuller life if you have a quirk. “And the chaos isn’t happening now?” Giichi recalls how it looked when in China. It was madness. People running around hitting others they assumed were gifted. Reactions like that were happening globally.  

  A gleam enters the doctor’s eyes. “Not nearly. I call it the Singularity Theory. Well, I'm still working on the name. In the future abilities will be too powerful to handle.” 

And Giichi will be there to tame it. What is more powerful than him?

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Afterwards, Giichi finds exactly who he was looking for. The detector that the doctor had mentioned. A gift like that is perfect for him. Not only is it quite beautiful, but it will help him out tremendously in finding people, finding meta abilities. 

A man who was reading a book looks up, obviously being able to tell Giichi was there. Wearing boxers and a white tank top with a stain on it, Giichi scoffs as he compares the man’s ensemble to his own suit and the differences of class despite his origin.  

For a second, the man has no idea who Giichi is. Giichi, however, knows this bastard. He pushed Yoichi down just because Yoichi needed to get into the train. Saito, was it? He’s one of the fools from their past. One of those jackasses that would pick on them. That’s right! He was the one with the knuckles that Yoichi beat. Could it be that Yoichi felt bad for that after all these years and that is why he didn’t do anything? 

Either way, someone like  Saito  shouldn’t be gifted like this.  

Giichi allows himself into the apartment, takes what he wants, and the man, Saito, who begged for his life, is gone forever. Giichi shoves the body into the pantry. He doesn’t want to look at that man’s face anymore. His brother might be weak but he still doesn’t like when he’s pushed around by someone that’s not him. 

 “Dear, you would not believe it. There is a woman who has a baby and that baby is gifted already. It's all over the news, this woman defending her infant from the world. It’s crazy. She gave meta abilities a new name,  quirks . Isn’t that-” A woman walks into the apartment with bags, obviously struggling. “Hello?” 

  Giichi walks up to the woman. He starts to play, making sure she doesn’t run off. He turns his head towards the kitchen where the body is. “Hello, ma’am. Saito, you didn’t tell me your wife was this lovely!” 

He has no idea who this woman is. He is telling the truth though. She is gorgeous. “O-oh! Thank you!” Giichi has always been charming and it has doubled over the years. He grabs the paper bags and places them in one arm. ”Unfortunately, the big oaf didn’t tell me your name,” He jokes. “Which is?” 

“Emi.” He hums and kisses her hand to see what her meta-ability is. A stockholding ability? Like his almost? It...fits.  

 “Emi-dear. I like it.” He starts to take it from her. As her knees buckle, Giichi holds her up by her waist with one of his hands holding his. He lets go of her grocery bags which she doesn’t look happy about. “Y-you!” Fear flashes in her eyes as she tries to get away. She recognizes his ability, not his appearance, apparently. She tries to get away from him.  

“Nah ah ah, Emi-dear.”  

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Soon, no one had that problem that Emi did. Everyone recognized Giichi Shigaraki, or as he is now known, All For One, the name of his quirk. People try to fight back but lose every time under All For One’s command. He is adored by all except those who believe the same as his brother.  

The weak, the “normal ones” are fading drastically. Years have passed since the Beacon was born and more people are having meta-abilities by birth and by the Beacon’s quirk going off several times. Garaki, just as All For One suspected, was right. All of those who have quirks are better off than those without.  

  All For One walks next to his brother on the street. People part for the two of them with admiration for All For One and disdain for Yoichi. All For One couldn't help but be a little smug about it yet somewhat proud of his brother's confidence. He is not letting them get to him at all. Yoichi has always been a strategist, a visionary too. Just like him. They are much better together than alone. After he showed Yoichi the people’s devotion, All For One compared the crowds of people to Yoichi’s remaining few. Of course, Yoichi’s stubborn ass believes they are being fooled.

Yoichi remains silent as All For One boasts. With a hand on Yoichi's back, All For One can feel his brother's coughing even when he tries to hide it. Anytime Yoichi coughs, All For One reminds himself that all Yoichi needs is a quirk. It doesn’t have to be the best. It just has to be there so he will be stronger and confident.

“I do care greatly for you, little brother.” All For One says as he walks his frail brother to the place that he lives. The large home is fit for a king. It is what he deserves. He only read up to chapter three of Captain Hero, but it was all he needed to believe that even the worst win. Yoichi might tell him different. Tell him that good guys always win. No, they finish last and their life is proof of that. All For One tried to play by society’s rules until now. There’s a reason he is so strong and it is because he was never meant to be at the bottom.  

Now, he wishes for Yoichi to understand this. That he isn’t wrong at all.  

Two men appear in front of them. One an average grumpy looking man and another with a jagged jaw that is clearly a quirk. After telling Yoichi of their sympathetic stories, All For One exchanges the quirk from one man to another. “Don’t! You will just his pawn!” Yoichi is instantly tackled. “Now, now. Gentle with him, he’s fragile.”  

All For One gives a grin at the sight. Over time, he has become increasingly corrupted. His smile is only reserved for misfortune and his brother. The offender backs off of Yoichi and picks him up. He tries to fight him off but instead coughs an abundant amount. “In the chamber, why don’t you? I will talk to him in a moment.” 

And in that moment, another cell of Yoichi’s believers are demolished. Yoichi waits in the cold room racked with guilt. What feels like hours of sitting there after banging on the door, trying to push it open, and kicking it, it finally opens to reveal his smug brother.  

There's an explosion on the tower where Yoichi’s hopes lie. When will he learn that believing in fantasies will only hurt him? “Look at them Yoichi.”  

“The bad guy always loses in the end, Giichi. You may think you’re right but you’re not. Murder is wrong. Manipulation is wrong.” 

 All For One scoffs. “Manipulation? Is that not what vigilantism, pretending to be heroes, is? Manipulating people to put their faith in them to take over? Why shouldn’t I be the one to?”  

“ No!”   Yoichi yells. All For One touches his brother’s head and transfers Emi-dear's quirk to him. All For One has been searching for a healing or regenerative quirk, those are such a rarity. Soon, soon he will. Right now, One For All suits Yoichi just fine. A quirk just for him.  

The quirk hits Yoichi hard. He can feel the change already as he struggles against All For One’s grip on his head. “I’m only telling you this, Giichi. Either way it’s wrong. What's not wrong is protecting the people around you. Standing for those who are weaker than you-” 

“Don’t you know weak.” Yoichi stands firm despite his brother’s jab. “I do. And because I do, I don’t want others to face what I, what we, had to. I want a better life for them. For all of us. Something peaceful, something beautiful without sin.” 

  All For One looks down at his feet. “I can provide a future where there is peace. Where we can have a better life-” 

Yoichi interrupts. “You want revenge and superiority.”  

“I deserve it. But now, I have friends who are willing to give that to me. I work hard for it, y’know.”  

  Shaking his head making his long hair flow, Yoichi wonders, “How did you become like this?”  

  The man standing straightens up at his brother’s question. “How did I become a winner, you mean?” 

  With teary eyes, Yoichi stands to meet his brother’s gaze. “The bad guy always loses. You only read till chapter three and missed that. But I'll save you, Giichi! I am not much, but I will save you, my best friend.” 

“You’ll lose.” All For One turns around. “Wanna bet?” Yoichi returns. All For One has always been competitive and along with it comes aggression.  

“Don’t worry, little brother. When you lose, I will be there to catch you. You’ll face the truth, fool.” 

All For One, with a smirk, slams the door shut on his way out. Yoichi save  him ? Without a quirk he is nothing. Now that he has given one he may stand a chance at living longer and to the fullest. They deserve a life of ease and good health. As a business man, as much as he liked it, it was not fulfilling. This is as well since it is hollow.  

He hears the voices of those he has taken from but his brother makes it better. All For One may be taking too much but at least he still has something to hold onto so he doesn’t lose himself completely. Although, picking on his brother is always a joy ever since they were kids.  

  All For One closes his eyes only to hear the damage he has done. Seeing the people he has taken a quirk from rise from the ground calling out to him. They look skeletal and angry, yet like the souls he had no right to ruin, no right to take. Shivering, he snaps out of it and is called when there is a deadly issue.  

 Later, a complete nuisance, Haru, if he remembers right, breaks Yoichi out, infuriating All For One. Not only does Haru come out of nowhere after being absent for years in their life, but he took his doofus brother using the issue as a decoy.  

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A month later they meet again. One of Yoichi’s followers are close to killing All For One. Of course, Yoichi prevents it and tells them that killing isn’t the way to go. 

It impressed him, his authority. In such a short while he has become something. But if they wanted to be safe, then they should have done it. That day, he destroys Yoichi’s hide-out and obliterates that follower. He has never seen the look of pure anger on his brother’s face until then. All For One laughs at his brother’s attempts of “saving” him and the rest of Japan.  

Then, Yoichi’s face turns to a quiet heartbreak. No tears, nothing like that. Just furrowed brows and sad eyes. Green eyes that look like they sent a message that All For One wasn’t paying attention to. Only the victory over his brother and society.  

Nothing but two months after that, he sees Haru. Haru, has an enhancement quirk. Fast and is so strong that he needs gauntlets on his arms since they cannot take the full measure of it. It’s a good quirk if that little drawback wasn’t there. Anytime he tries to fight Haru, the latter escapes with his friend in the ponytail. All For One notices that he hasn’t seen his brother in a while.  

  After every meeting with Haru, All For One clutches his chain. 

-- 

Finally, a year after Yoichi’s escape, All For One attacks Haru. Beaten, Haru can barely stand. The fading light of the sun dances on something shiny on Haru’s gauntlet. All For One freezes once he catches it. Yoichi’s chain. And in Haru’s pocket of his ugly cargo pants, is the comic book  Captain Hero.   

Haru lays both of the items down and backs away from them. His determined black eyes now softened when looking at All For One. Yoichi would never take off that chain, would he? He hasn’t. “What is the meaning of this?!”  

  He wants a different answer than what he thinks.  

“You already know.” Eyes widening, he demands further explanation. Denial, guilty, and fear in his voice. At the sight of his brother’s favorite manga and the chain in Haru’s hand, the realization is growing more devastating at the minute.  

“He knew he wouldn’t be able to beat you. He knew he wouldn’t survive the transition of One For All to me either. It was a sacrifice he had to make.” 

 In that damn comic, there were no sacrifices such as this. Was his brother that mad at him that he condemned himself to death? Was his cause this great? A sacrifice he had to make. “Stop.” 

“Take them.” Haru gestures to his brother’s things that lay on the ground, growing dirty. “He wanted you to have them.” 

  All For One snapped. Haru may have been a friend to Yoichi, but God knows he isn’t one to All For One. The likes of Haru have no right to touch his beloved brother’s things.  

Lunging at Haru, he dodges each enhanced hit. Matching Haru’s enhanced speed out of pure anger, All For One knows it’s misplaced aggression. The fault lays with him, right? That brought his worse fear to life.  

Yoichi died without him being there. This is too sudden. Anti-climactic, no sobbing or a snotty nose at a bedside to grieve over him. 

Despite his sins, he never wanted this to happen. He wanted a healthy, long, and great life for the both of them. As a business man that towered over other companies, he provided plenty. But it didn’t have the joy that their mangas had. One thing after another and it became so obvious that they didn’t have a real friend in the world. Is it wrong to want to change that? 

  And now, there is no hope without One For All. He  has  to take it from Haru; the bastard who said Yoichi’s death was a necessary sacrifice. In no way shape or form did Yoichi have to die. With One For All, there is hope for some kind of resurrection with Garaki’s help. A few modifications with people have proven that there is life beyond an original’s form.  

  “ Give it back!”   He just has to get it back from Haru. When he does, he will be able to transfer his brother’s consciousness back to Yoichi’s body and let the doctor do his job. After all this time fighting, All For One has gotten good with hand-to-hand combat. Run ins with Haru have let him study his movements.  

 Suddenly, All For One touches Haru’s arm. Shock and a hint of what he can think of is betrayal is expertly covered by a fake smile. Haru only has the simmering embers of the quirk that kept his brother alive and healthy. A friend of Haru’s, one whose name he doesn’t care to know, shines in All For One’s eyes. He can feel the call to him. All For One decided right then that he needed to expertly hone in his skill on finding One For All.  

“Where is he.” 

 “He’s dead, Giichi. Don’t play stupid.” He squeezes tighter. Haru winces at the sudden tightness on his bicep. All For One uses a quirk he was recently given. With a single touch can pain be inflicted on the target. Using it on Haru is a pleasure. “The  body.”   The corpse of the frail man. With the body, Garaki can have an easier time helping Yoichi.  

 With a sadistic smile, Haru states what feels like the obvious. “You’re losing your mind.” Haru shakes his head then mouths the words that All For One assumes are ‘I’m not telling’.  

  The simmered ember user swings at him one last time only to have his neck snapped. His limp, lifeless body falls flat on the ground. The bastard never told him where he was. A man pops up to stare at his comrade’s body that All For One repeatedly kicks and stomps on. All For One stares at the third user, a man that has a pony tail and thin eyes. Now that his anger is unfolded, he senses One For All clearer without the need to touch. Perhaps this is the upgrade he needed. He hates himself for thinking that.  

“Give me back my brother.” He means this figuratively and literally.  

  Third user runs for the hills. Debris of the wrecked buildings swing around as another glass covered building falls. All For One tries to keep up with him but as it turns out, Haru’s quirk and the original quirk of the third user blends together perfectly.  

  All For One’s friends block him from retrieving One For All. They mean no harm; they’re just following his orders to attack what was once Yoichi’s believers. Still, he has no patience with them. No kindness to extend as he can feel Yoichi slip away from him even more.  

Finally out of sight, the third user escapes completely. His mind is everywhere and he isn’t able to focus Saito’s quirk. As it turns out, they ran in a big circle, making All For One end up at the place of stupid Haru’s body and more importantly, Captain Hero and his brother’s chain.  

   Rain starts to fall unceremoniously on the bereaved man. He wasn’t there. Without that quirk that was specifically made for him, Yoichi had died. All For One never got to say goodbye to the one person that had his back: his frail, brave, dumb, artistic, imaginative, helpless, stubborn, loving little brother. He never got to pay Yoichi back for everything he has done for him. Taking hits for him, giving him the rest of his lunch and faked his fullness when in reality he was still hungry because all they could eat was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Who would listen to him rant and give encouraging words even when his older brother was antagonizing.  

Yoichi, who truly was the greatest friend anyone could ask for is gone. All For One ranted about how they had no friends, no help, when truly he did have a friend. He had always had Yoichi. Why is he now just wanting to thank him when he is dead?  

  “Because he would brush it off and say there was no need if he was alive.” He chuckles at the irony of it all. He studies the items on the ground, picturing a young Yoichi who didn’t get to see All For One’s vision of how the world in their mangas would look. Yoichi loved mangas, they both did. He just wanted to make this world a place where they could be happy. With friends, peace, and the control that always seemed to get away from them.  

  So small he can barely hear it himself, All For One gasps. Does he already accept Yoichi’s death? It was so rushed and sudden, something that isn’t fit for Yoichi and him. They are brothers. It was not supposed to be this quick. It wasn’t supposed to happen at all. Now here he is already talking about him in past tense.  

All For One wanted to save Yoichi while Yoichi wanted to save him. Isn’t that a laugh how they both failed? He called himself a winner when in reality he is the biggest loser to hit the streets. He’s a failure like always. For the first time, he is actually alone in the world.

It has been a long time since he had cried. No one is near to see or hear his growing emptiness. Gripping his white hair, he screams at his brother’s things as if they were the culprit in Yoichi’s death. The wails of pain echo to the sky as he takes his pain out on everything. Not even the body of Haru is spared. The emptiness engulfs him completely besides the growing voices of people’s quirks that he has stolen over the years. They call out to him, terrorize him. His brother made it okay despite the noise. All For One found some type of happiness with Yoichi since all this started.  

 A wide smile that has no meaning stretches on his face. He silently laughs as he remembers Yoichi’s words that a villain needs to smile to help  fill a void.   

Hatred seethes out of him now that the anchor that really did weigh down the monster that still had some reserve is gone. Yoichi never stood a chance at life. It isn’t for the weak no matter how hard All For One tried to save him. Now, there isn’t anything left in him but greed and hatred. Self-loathing for failing the one thing that he held close.  

One day he’ll take back what is rightfully Yoichi’s. As long as Garaki keeps his longevity quirk and is willing to help him, he can still save Yoichi. He can still make a difference in the world using his own determination of how it should function. He can still make it. Although the new resolve is somewhat keeping him together at the moment, it doesn’t erase what took place.  

As thunder booms above him, his pain subsides to nothing. A soulless smile still graces his face as this new outlook places itself with his rage and hatred. The one thought that consistently stays like a thorn in his side to remind him that he is still human is the thought that he wasn’t there to say goodbye to his best friend.  

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AN: I hope you guys like it. I made it in 2021 so it is an older oneshot. Anyway, excuse any mistakes i may have made!

[alyjojo]

Thinking of You - July 🌛 2024 - Aquarius

Whole of their energy towards Aquarius: The Fool rev

They don’t want to grow up, they want to stay a Toys R Us kid 👧 One that’s jealous, inwardly bitter, snide and snotty. A bully brat mentality. You scare the hell out of this person and intimidate them. You could make them feel insecure about how they look, or generally outshine them, which may be completely unconscious to you with The Moon here. There’s also a lot of inner trauma by this ending, like how dare you just walk away from them - whatever this relationship is, it’s over with, and they’ve stayed stuck mentally ever since. Needy, insecure, but also snotty af at the same time, idk what you have that they want but they’ve got evil eyes coming at you like daggers 🗡️ They do not want you to win.

Feelings: 2 Pentacles rev & 5 Swords rev

They literally can’t apologize to you and mean it, because that would be a lie. They regret nothing. Did you steal this person’s romantic partner? That’s a whole vibe. Or their person likes you, maybe has mentioned it, maybe they like your person and the daggers are for your relationship - even platonically - but something involving love has this person twisted af when it comes to you. Their person may not allow them to speak to you or that’s the assumption, idk. If they themselves aren’t the jealous person, then whoever they’re dating is. Or they may knowingly be a liar you’ve dealt with, even when they were are partner or friend, because I’m getting they’re not anymore. They still stalk tf out of you though 😬

Intentions: The Empress rev

This person hasn’t changed whatsoever. Every card of being a manipulator is at the bottom of the deck, they’re unreliable and full of shit, if you were to let them back in the games would start that same day. Mind games, emotional games, this person is *extremely* immature and childish with Page of Cups rev and the reversed Kings at the bottom. Possibly narcissistic. Maybe. They have no control or attention here that’s why, their shit doesn’t work on you and because of that - you scare them. In the preshuffle it was shown that if they came forward they’d have to spill or face everything, whatever that means, and they *cannot* do that. They’re unable to.

Actions: 8 Swords

Their hands are tied, there’s nothing they can do. For some, you’ve blocked them entirely. Could be a family member, an ex, someone connected to your person. They hate that you’re happy, and they have no power over you (or your person) anymore *because* you’re/they’re happy. You’re not like them, they think you’re better (or this wouldn’t be a thing), or someone does and it twists them all up inside. The pride. The self-importance. Whatever else is going on with this person, they’re feeling sorry for themselves and hating you with every breath, just use it to motivate you and keep it moving 💯 This could be family, or they’re jealous of your family, you’re not currently connected to this person & being away from this bs is the best thing for you. They don’t have any connection to Spirit and don’t understand what’s *meant* for you is for you. Which also means what’s meant for them is theirs but they’re probably blocking that abundance and growth with all of this shitty behavior. Idk man. Pray for them 🤷‍♀️

Character Card: The Muse

Someone could have an alcohol problem, and they’re very social. Life of the party, which shows they come off as very friendly to others generally, but it’s probably fake. You know the real them, and you’re probably not the only one, but they know how to charm a stranger and they love the attention. They may distract themselves from the realities of life by making up reasons to celebrate, drink, get attention, this isn’t someone that’s self-aware at all. Forever a child & dreamer at heart, it’s left them feeling jaded and rejected at times. You’re probably one of those times.

Messages:

- Superficial 💅🏽

- We don’t value the same things and it bothers me.

Possible signs:

Aries, Aquarius, Gemini & Pisces

If you’re dealing with:

The World rev shows unfinished business, things left unresolved for one or both parties, but it also shows you being close to putting a cycle to rest. Or many. You could be in a mindset of putting an end to the past or an old way of operating, changing in yourself and figuring out who can stay and who needs to go. Others may be doing the same thing.

Aries - quit drinking, quit playing around, they’ve quit something and they did it for you

Taurus - coming back around but not saying anything so…they’re a lurker or something

Gemini - has no argument for you releasing them or them releasing you, they wish they did

Cancer - can’t handle an apology, can’t apologize to you, feels like they have to compete with you but refuses to (or shouldn’t have to?)

Leo - jealous & insecure about what you have whether it’s money or family, superficial shit, could be this person

Virgo - a stable relationship and happy home that’s going somewhere positive, you could be engaged to or moving in with this person 🏡

Libra - someone has played around with the other person and faced Justice, either/both

Scorpio - has good news to celebrate regarding work, love, or both - a good friend ❤️

Sagittarius - someone took too long making a decision and so it was made for them, or someone is finally seeing seeing something that’s taken them a loooong time to see

Capricorn - arrogant, controlling, throws their weight around and thinks they’re the boss, you could be telling them to have a seat (or getting in trouble?)

Aquarius - shining a light on the things they hold grudges with or why they hold back - in order to address & fix them, if possible. Could just be saving money for a major repair.

Pisces - feels sorry after you abandoned them, or that’s switched, they feel left out/excluded

[hannysarang]

Control // Twenty One.

Summary: Draco hasn't been able to enjoy sex and a little birdie tells him Hermione likes to take control. Is he willing to give it up? Can Draco Malfoy give up control?

Chapter 21 ————————

The mission quickly came to an end once Draco arrived back at the Ministry with McGonagall. Members of all three groups trickled in but he just watched the old professor as she sat in the middle of a crowd of Healers, wrapped in a warm blanket.

In all his years at Hogwarts, he was convinced McGonagall didn’t like him one bit. Though he was a little fussy about it as a kid, to present day Draco, her not liking him felt justified. Not only was he always bullying kids, but he was also the son of a Death Eater and had tried to kill the headmaster and a few others on multiple occasions.

So it came as a surprise that she had faith in him and had known about yet let his pranks pass by without any consequences. She believed in his skills and trusted his knowledge. She had trusted him with her safety and maybe even her life. 

Draco quickly turned away when McGonagall looked his way.

Turning his attention to the returning wizards, he searched for the tall Asian man only to discover that he had not yet arrived. Tapping his foot, Draco impatiently waited for Hermione to come back and was relieved to see the man apparate in, holding a little witch in his arms.

“Life is so much easier when you can physically carry people,” Draco heard Hermione complain as she handed off the witch to a Healer. 

Straightening up when Hermione started walking his way, Draco stretched his shoulders back with one arm carrying his torn cape.

There was a small worrying crease on the Asian man’s forehead. “Hey, you okay?”

With a short nod, he sent Hermione a tight lipped smile. “Perfectly fine.”

He was, in fact, not perfectly fine. His muscles still ached from whatever curse had hit his back and his back was a little raw, but she didn’t have to know; it could have been worse.

“Are you alright?” he asked back.

“Of course I am,” the man replied, brushing his fingers through his hair just as Hermione always did.

Visibly gulping, Draco’s eyes followed his hands as it went through his hair and dropped to his side. Merlin, the size and structure of his hands were making Draco think of unthinkable things, things he never thought he’d like.

If Draco were an artist, he would’ve called this man to the Manor every week and sketched every inch of his body. He wanted to know everything about this body.

“You’re staring, Draco,” Hermione chuckled, bringing her hand up to stroke his cheek and gently tap his lips with her thumb.

Almost subconsciously, Draco opened his mouth, following her hand as she pulled it back with a smirk.

“Again, I didn’t know you were into men.”

“I’m not, I swear,” he groaned. “It’s just you.”

“Hm,” she smirked. “That’s good to hear.”

Eye attached to her lips, Draco nodded blank mindedly.

“Those who need the attention of Healers, please come find them here in the front,” Kingsley’s voice boomed across the room. “We’ll send a team to retrieve any bodies as soon as possible. Thank you for being with us tonight.”

“Thank you,” McGonagall weakly added.

Individual cheers and chatter broke out at the wrap up but Draco was still staring at Hermione.

“Do you want to come to my flat?” offered Hermione. “I believe we have something we need to talk about.”

They did. Well, he did. And he really wanted to get it off his chest and tell Hermione so that he could finally go back to waking up by her side.

“Yeah, okay. Let’s go,” he sighed.

When the pair apparated to the entrance of her building, Hermione looked at the cape in his arm. “What happened?”

“It protected me from a curse,” he shrugged.

Chuckling, she replied, “Good for her.”

They climbed the stairs together, steps synchronised, but Draco froze when he saw Blaise standing next to her door, his back leaning on the wall.

“Blaise?” said Hermione, causing the wizard to look up.

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[stephsfanworks]

Chasing Happiness | Calum Hood *Chapter 1*

Chapter 1

“Abigail, get up for school NOW!” Abby Longstaff heard her stepdad, Sam Christiansen, bellow from the bottom of the stairs. “Don’t make me come up there!”

Abby groaned as she rolled her pregnant body out of bed, and then looked at her watch. It was 5:16 am, leaving her with an hour and a half to get herself ready for the day and get to school on time.

This pregnancy was the result of Abby having had sex with her now ex-boyfriend, Noah. She needed to get away from it all and be happy for once. However, the pregnancy had been the reason for their split; Noah hadn’t wanted anything to do with the baby.

Abby put on 5 Seconds of Summer’s “Sounds Good, Feels Good” album as she showered. She spent this cleansing time considering the possibility of running away from home. Ever since her mom, Mallory, married Sam, Abby’s life has taken a downward spiral. She hated it here and needed to get out of town.

Suddenly, there was rapping on her door. “ABIGAIL!” Sam barked. “Get out of the shower and turn off that godawful music!”

Abby got out, turned the water off, and wrapped herself in a towel before she confronted Sam.

“5SOS makes me happy!” she defended.

“Well, they’re making too much noise! I will NOT have noisy music playing in MY house! Now, turn it off and get dressed!”

“It’s NOT noise, it’s pop punk!”

“Whatever!”

Sam finally retreated downstairs, mumbling about “stupid teenagers and their stupid music”. Abby wanted so badly to retort, “I heard that!” but she bit her tongue instead, afraid of what his reaction would be.

Abby dressed herself in a pink long-sleeved crew neck and jeans, then pulled her curly brown hair back with a white headband. By the time she got downstairs, Sam had just left for work.

“Hey, sweetie,” Mallory greeted her. She was hard at work, making eggs and toast for her daughter. “Happy Friday!”

“Yeah, happy Friday,” Abby said, reaching for the cereal in the pantry. She selected Honey Bunches of Oats, poured it into a bowl, and added milk. After she sat down, she realized she wasn’t all that hungry.

“Honey, eat!” Mallory urged, placing a plate of food in front of Abby. “Did Sam yell at you again?”

Abby nodded. “Why can’t you just divorce him and get back with Dad?”

“We want to stay together because of you. You don’t want to have to live through another divorce, do you?”

Abby took a bite of egg and decided she was, in fact, hungry. “At this point, I don’t give a fuck.”

“Abby, language!”

“Sorry.”

After breakfast, Abby gathered her books and left for school. When she got there, Abby was accosted by her usual bullies.

“Hey, slut,” Devyn Stone taunted. “What did one leg say to the other?”

“Nothing – they never met!” Mikaela Case yelled, fist-bumping Devyn.

Abby tried to ignore them and walk by, but Devyn punched her in the face, causing her nose to bleed and her bottom lip to swell up. This earned an uproar of laughter from not only her bullies but all the other kids in the hall.

Crying now, Abby ran to the nurse’s office to get her face checked out. When she was sent back out with tissues for her nose and an icepack for her lip, Abby arrived at her first class just in time for the tardy bell to ring.

When Abby sat down, her best friend, Bridget Tipton, gave her a sympathetic frown.

“Did those girls beat you up again?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Abby said with a slow nod. “Should I just run away?”

Bridget was shocked. “But Abby, what about me? I’ll miss you like crazy if you do that!”

“You’re honestly the only good thing in my life right now, besides Mom and this baby of mine. I need to leave this town!”

“Your stepdad will kill you,” Bridget pointed out. “And besides, you’re only seventeen!”

“I don’t care! My life is in shambles right now, and I need a better life!”

Bridget sighed. “Well, if you really want to… but don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

“Ladies, I’ve started the lesson,” Mr. London scolded them. “Please pay attention.”

“Sorry,” Bridget whispered.

Luckily for Abby, both Mallory and Sam were heavy sleepers. This would give Abby ample time to get all packed. When she woke up at three in the morning, she worked tirelessly until almost five on getting together the things she needed. Then, she loaded everything into her small car and started driving, only stopping for breakfast and to use the bathroom.

Four hours after her breakfast stop at a Chick-Fil-A in Bristol, Abby was getting onto an exit ramp in Crossville, Tennessee, to get an early lunch when her car suddenly started making weird noises. She wanted to continue driving, though, but less than a mile later, her engine started to sputter.

“Ugh, GODDAMMIT!” she cursed out loud, trying to restart the car.

It was no use. She slammed her head against the steering wheel in defeat, causing the horn to give a brief honk in the process.

Eventually, Abby heard a tap on her driver’s side window. When she looked up, Abby saw a very angry older man, probably in his fifties, staring her down.

[oh-katsuki]

Golden Boy (Izuku x Reader)

Masterlist 

Pairing: Izuku x Reader

Summary: Izuku was a nice boy, except when it came to you. Yup, UA’s golden boy really knew how to treat a slut like you. 

Content Warnings: Dubcon, slight noncon, dacryphilia, size kink, face fucking, overstimulation, creampie, degradation, humiliation, spit kink, choking, finger choking, pet names, ooc izuku

Word Count: 5.6k 

A/N: I got SCARY h-word over this man and decided that I literally wanted him to hurt me and spit in my mouth. He’s too nice to not be a fucking freak, goodbye. 

Anyway, thank you to @eremiie , @mikaberries , and @veroyktv for beta-reading this!! I appreciate y’all !

Izuku tormented you all through high school. It was almost shameful to admit the way that his gentle teases melted into something far more sinister as the weeks bled into months and years. What started as subtle comments turned into  outright taunts and then the contactless threats no longer remained empty. 

No one believed you. And who would? 

Izuku was a model student and a good friend, someone with a kind disposition who wanted nothing more than to become the greatest hero. What reason could he possibly have to bully you? You’d never done anything to him. 

But he did. For three years he mercilessly taunted you and it only got worse your final year. 

Izuku would pinch at your thighs, sneering at you in the hallways when no one was looking. He’d snake his hand up your skirt and squeeze the supple flesh hard enough to leave bruises that eventually littered the entire inside of your thigh. They looked incredibly vulgar and Izuku would torment you about it endlessly, despite knowing that he’s the one who left them. 

He’d crowd you against the lockers after most people had gone home, knowing you’d be there late after your tutoring sessions. 

“Tsk. Quite some marks you’ve got there.” He’d say, stepping up to you, his broad shoulders squared, a half smile creeping onto his face as his eyes studied the inside of your thighs. The marks littered the otherwise smooth skin, visible when looking at you from the front. 

“You get them from slutting yourself out?” Izuku would ask, stepping toward you again. “Y’look like a bit of a whore, don’t you?” 

He’d lean in close to your ear, venom seeping into each of his words as he cornered you. His hand crept up your skirt, eyes trained on yours which widened with fear as he pinched down, relishing in the yelp of pain that escaped you.

You wondered how someone like Izuku could make you feel so small and so insignificant.You couldn’t even bat his hand away as he made a fool of you, pinching at the inside of your leg with thick, calloused, and scarred fingers. It didn’t matter how tall or strong you were because it always seemed that Izuku was bigger, domineering in attitude and words. He really did know how to reduce you to a helpless thing. 

It seemed Izuku was growing more desperate by the day as graduation gradually crept closer. It was like he made less of an effort to hide it, blowing into your ear and whispering vile shit to you while in class, things that would make anyone squirm in their seat. He’d start bumping into you, singling you out, making an effort to get you noticed by his friends so he could have you as a little plaything whenever they hung out. 

And you let him. You let him make a toy out of you, tagging along with Iida, Uraraka, and Asui on Saturday outings, letting Izuku pinch and prod at you from across a restaurant table.

The truth was, Izuku Midoriya fucking terrified you. 

So you couldn’t say no to him. To everyone else you looked like nothing more or less than one of his many admirable friends. Promising quirk and a promising future, what a match for UA’s golden boy. 

You were at your wits end and by the time graduation rolled around. No one listened to you. Hell, people often brushed off Izuku’s very genuine threats as classic childhood teasing. “You’re such a good sport!” they’d say as Izuku patted your back, laughing an all too cheery “just kidding!”

How were you supposed to focus on graduation day, all dolled up in your cap and gown, unwilling to admit to yourself that maybe it was for him? Still, you found yourself automatically flinching whenever Izuku came around, eyes following him across the lawn as he ignored you in favor of photos. Izuku had a promising job offer waiting for him, and his many awards won during the ceremony earned him several congratulatory handshakes as well as pictures for the school’s newsletter. 

Still, he’d catch your eye when smiling for the camera, an all to familiar glint in them. His smile made you sick to your stomach, made it churn in the worst of ways. It was doing back flips as he stalked across the lawn towards you until his sturdy frame was against yours. He leaned down, lips brushing beside your ear to whisper one final taunt. 

“It’s a shame you’re not wearing that little skirt of yours,” Izuku breathed, eyes flitting over the cap and gown. “Would have liked to pinch those skank thighs of yours one last time. S’what you deserve.”  

And then he stood there, watching the way tears began to crowd your waterline, threatening to spill over as three years of tormentation came to what felt like an underwhelming head. Izuku tilted his head, watching the way water stained your made-up cheeks, before taking his thumb and wiping the tears from your eyes. 

“Don’t cry, doll.” He taunted, voice far too sweet for the words that fell from his lips. “I’m not near done with you yet.” 

Why was his tone so comforting? So confusing that you weren’t sure if it was dread or relief that filled your senses, ears suddenly feeling clogged with water. Your eyes darted from his to anyone on the lawn who could see you, who might be watching as Izuku pushed you to tears with only a few words, until you caught Bakugou’s gaze. 

Ah, Bakugou Katsuki, someone who’s done to Izuku what he does to you. It’s a bit of a fucked up little triangle because while Izuku was bullied by him and you are bullied by Izuku, you couldn’t help but hope that Bakugou would be the one taunting you, the one pinching your thighs. At least that’s what you told yourself. Maybe he’d help you, after all, he was probably the only person who’d believe you in the first place. 

So once Izuku had wiped your tears with a condescending thumb and left to go partake of other party activities, you pulled Katsuki aside by the shoulder, fingers digging into the meat of his bicep. 

“What in th- you?! The fuck are you doing?” Bakugou asked, eyebrows furrowed in the permanent scowl that he wore so frequently. 

“Sh, look please just, hear me out.” You spoke, voice hushed as your eyes shifted around. You had the feeling that if Izu saw you with him, you’d be in for it. “I just- I really need help.” 

Bakugou was about to scoff, was about to roll his eyes and walk away until he saw the redness under your eyes that the makeup couldn’t hide. The way you sniffled slightly as you asked and the way you looked to the floor. He’d never seen you like this, almost broken. It was something he’d seen often in Izuku, but something about seeing you like this made him ache. 

“What?” He responded, trying not to seem too invested. 

“It’s Midoriya.” Your voice grew quiet, almost in shame as you spoke the formal version of his name. 

“And?” Bakugou was impatient. He cared about you but not enough to sit here for five minutes while you stuttered. “Spit it out.” 

“He- he won’t leave me alone.” The words tumble from your lips so fast and before you know it, your hands are balled into fists on his chest, the material of his gown scrunched inside them in a plea. “He’s a nightmare, he pinches me and says the most awful shit to me. I- I mean, the inside of my legs and thighs are littered with bruises and n-no one believes me.” 

“Midoriya? As in, ‘shitty deku’ Midoriya?” Bakugou takes a step back in slight shock. 

“Yes!” You shout, far louder than you intended, pulling him closer slightly as you hush your tone in a whisper. “What the fuck am I supposed to do?” 

He nudged you off of him, brushing off his gown. Bakugou would be lying if he said it didn’t make his blood boil. Sure, him and Midoriya had buried the hatchet a long time ago but he still wanted dirt on the guy, plus he thought it was a coward move for him to bully someone as pretty as you. Though after seeing the way your eyes get wide in fear, he can’t say that it wasn’t incredibly tempting. There was something enticing about how you looked when you begged, no doubt Izuku saw it too. 

“You’re too sensitive.” He scoffed, meeting you gaze and watching the way your expression fell. “What you do is graduate and forget about that shitty extra. There’s really nothing else to it.”

You reached for him again out of habit this time, like if he turned around now you’d really be thrown to the wolves. 

“N-no, Bakugou, please.” You plead again, tears once again gathering in the corners of your eyes. “I-I can’t. I just need help.” 

Oh, he gets it now. 

He sees what makes you so appealing, what makes it so easy to walk all over you. You looked pretty when you cried. So he leaned in, his scowl turning into a smirk before speaking again. 

“No.” Bakugou’s smirk turned into an outright grin, eyes crinkling at the corners before he stood back up. “I graduated. Shitty Deku is your problem, not mine. Deal with it yourself. Just stop talking to him or whatever.” 

And with a wave of his hand he was off, walking towards his group of friends. Well, there goes your life line, the one person who actually believed that Izuku was tormenting you wouldn’t even lend you a helping hand. You supposed it was too much to hope though, and he was right, you could forget… stop talking to him. Why did the idea of that suck almost as much as staying under this thumb? 

“____!” Bunette locks bounced as your friend came towards you, hand outstretched in a wave before she pulled you into a hug. “We’re all going to Midoriya’s place to celebrate graduating, come with?” 

You liked Uraraka. Well, you actually liked all of Izuku’s friends. They were sweet and honestly none-the-wiser to Izuku’s torments and taunts. She wore the kindest smile, eyes bright with the excitement of finally starting her adult life. 

You glanced at the rest of them, eyes flitting around friendly faces until your gaze met Izuku’s. He looked upset, eyebrows furrowed slightly and eyes cold as he stood there. They all agreed, urging you to go before Izuku spoke up, smiling gently at you over the top of Uraraka’s head. 

“You should come. We’ll miss you if you don’t.” The rest of the group nods their agreement, but it wasn’t them that pulled the small okay from your lips. It was Izuku, the way his eyes had a threatening glint to them as he spoke, a smile creeping into them in the most unsettling of ways. Your stomach was turning again, twisting over and over because something about the way Izuku looked at you made you squirm. 

“Yay! Okay, we’re all gonna meet there after!” She smiled, taking your hands in hers and giving a small squeal. “It’s gonna be so fun!” 

And with that she was bouncing off with Asui in the direction of Kaminari and Kirishima. 

Izuku stayed behind, walking slower than his friends so he could bend down to speak to you. You could feel his breath against your neck as he spoke, words sending shivers down your spine. Despite the way your heart hammered against your rib cage, you tilted your head to hear him better. 

“You better be there, doll.” He muttered. “It’ll be worse for you if you’re not. Be a good girl for once, yeah?” 

He sounded more upset than usual, hand coming up to squeeze your shoulder hard enough to make you flinch, and when you looked up to meet his eyes, he didn’t wear his standard grin. Izuku looked angry, furious even. It made your skin crawl, made heat creep up your neck and onto your cheeks so furiously that you found it hard to see through. 

All you could do was nod, fighting the pout that tried so hard to paint your face. You squeezed your thighs together instinctively at the phrase. He never praised you, not even once. Hearing the words “good girl” drip from his lips so angrily made them fly shamefully south. He gave a small laugh before walking off. It was almost like he knew, leaving you to rub at your sore shoulder. 

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Why were you here? You could have just not come and then you never would have had to see Izuku again, never would have had to deal with him until one day in the future when you’re too successful a hero to pinch. Still, you wouldn’t admit it to yourself or anyone else, but you might miss him. The teasing was a nightmare but it was attention, something that reminded you that at least Izuku still saw you. 

He couldn’t be ignoring you if he was calling you a slut. 

You arrived after everyone and Izuku opened the door for you with a jeering grin before stepping aside to let you in, pinching at your thigh again. He noticed immediately that you wore a skirt and he didn’t have to wonder why. It was an invitation for him, of course. 

You’d actually never been to Izuku’s house, so sitting in his living room eating snacks and drinking was unusual to say the least. It was surprising because beyond pinching you in the doorway, Izuku was being oddly kind. 

He sat next to you, his thigh pressed against yours, but he didn’t try anything. Didn’t whisper in your ear or grab at the fat on your side. You couldn’t help but ask yourself why. Even as the latter half of the day droned on, you were on edge despite being treated, finally, like one of the group. What did you do wrong? Was he no longer interested in you? Most importantly though, why were you upset that he wasn’t pushing your buttons? 

The end of the day came quickly, dark settling over the house while everyone gathered their things to leave. You’d all walk home together, leaving Izuku alone in his house. He smiled as everyone waved goodbye, bittersweet tears in his eyes as his final high school hang out came to a close. He cried at the ceremony while delivering his speech and then again at his house while Uraraka babbled on about her appreciation of UA. You can’t say you felt the same. 

“Not ____.” He said as you slipped on your shoes, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll walk her home since she lives in the opposite direction. Plus, I gotta give her something.” 

Izuku smiles at his friends, who all nod their understanding. They wouldn’t suspect that he’d do anything wrong, that he’d be keeping you behind to maybe, finally, torment you. What a fucked up way of thinking. The door to his house clicked shut and your blood ran far colder than you thought it would as he approached you. 

“What’s wrong, doll?” He taunted, a fake pout adorning his features. “Thought I’d let you off easy? After today?” 

Izuku raised an eyebrow before rolling his eyes at the realization that you don’t know what he’s talking about. 

“Wow, you really are a slut aren’t you? Clinging to Bakugou so shamelessly today?” He scowled looked over you. 

Your eyes widened, lips parting as you remembered grabbing at Bakugou’s shirt, pulling him towards you earlier that day in a plea for help. 

“Did you think he would help you?” He sneered. “Bakugou’s just like me. He doesn’t care about a whore like you. Did you think that if you pushed against him like that he’d cave? Fold because your perfect body was flush on him?”

Izuku took your face between his pointer and thumb, spitting venom at you, waiting for you to respond. His compliment flew over your head. 

“N-no.” Yes. “I swear Izuku… I- I didn’t-” 

“You- you- you didn’t what?” Izuku responded, mocking your miserable stutter. “You’re my toy. Pisses me off when you let other people play with you.” 

And then he’s dragging you towards his room, pulling you into the cramped space and closing the door behind him. He’s muttering like he usually does, pushing you onto his bed so you’re sitting on the edge. 

Why were you so relieved right now? Why was your cunt already sticky with arousal? Why did every single word he was saying to you go straight south? You take your bottom lip between your teeth trying to find a way to shake your head in protest— to get up and leave— but the movement just wouldn’t come. Instead, you hang your head, eyebrows pulled up and cheeks flushed with heat as he stares you down. 

“Why are you doing this?” Your voice is barely a whisper, hardly audible over the sound of his frustrated breathing and your own rampant heart beat. “I’ve never done anything to you.” 

Izuku scoffed this time, stepping forward and taking your face in his hands again. 

“Haven’t done anything?” His words are venomous and his face is inches from yours, hot breath fanning across your cheeks. Were his hands always this big? “Dressing like that and saying you ‘haven’t done anything’?” 

His eyes flit down to the fat of your thighs, free hand groping the flesh hungrily, hard enough that it had you sucking in a sharp breath. Izuku couldn’t take it anymore, squeezing your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours in an aggressive kiss. 

Truth was, you drove Izuku batshit crazy. Right from the moment he saw you he could hardly contain himself, prancing around in that tiny fucking skirt with an ass like that. Daring to act so innocent when he was gripping the edge of his desk to keep from pouncing on you as you introduced yourself to him, as you hung all over his middle school bully, or as you flashed your hot pink panties while in class. 

To him, you were asking for it and the way you played dumb only made his blood boil further. Izuku was a nice boy, always had been, but the day that he made you cry, telling you that you kind of looked like a slut in your skirt, was the day he knew that he’d have way too much fun with you. 

Your eyes got so big, welled up so quickly with tears that he knew were caused by him. It made him proud, made his chest swell at how quickly he could completely ruin your day. This must be how Bakugou felt, to some degree, except chances are that he wasn’t thinking about what your puffy, swollen lips might look like when you’re choking on his cock. 

He’d been thinking about it since he met you. Pushing you further and further because you were just so fucking cute when you cried and if he couldn’t consume your thoughts because you like him, then he’d have to settle for consuming them because you’re afraid of him. 

You grunted against him, eyes going wide as his lips crashed into yours. You were spinning, heart pounding as his tongue dipped into your mouth hungrily. He pulled away from you quickly. 

“Drive me fuckin’ crazy, looking like that.” Izuku seethed. “If you’re gonna play clueless, y’might as well make use of yourself. S’what you deserve.” 

And without asking he pushed you from the bed and onto your knees in front of him. You knew where it was going, knew that Izuku wasn’t going to let up because this boundary was being crossed. Still, you shamefully rubbed your thighs together, blinking up at him in confusion and arousal. 

“Such a whore.” He said, freeing his cock from his pants and letting it slap against his stomach. Izuku relished in the way your eyes widened, in the way you unconsciously licked your lips. And then he’s tapping the side of your mouth with his cock, head tilted back in a taunt as he watches the way your eyes brim with premature tears. He’d show you real crying. 

“Suck it.” A simple command, but one that had you shivering. He kept his hand on your shoulder while his fingers dug into it with a force that was all too familiar. is cock throbbed in his hands as you sniffled and parted those pretty, glossed lips. 

Izuku didn’t wait, no, he couldn’t wait, pushing his full length to the back of your throat and beyond, groaning when it entered the tight, wet space beyond your mouth. His head fell back and his mouth fell open at the way you choked on him. Tears forced their way out of your eyes and down your cheeks as he began fucking your mouth. 

“Y-you’re a real crybaby, huh?” He cooed, a lazy half-smirk gracing his face. “You did this to yourself. Such– a fucking– tease.” 

He accentuated his words with harsh thrusts into your throat, drool pooling in your mouth and dribbling down his cock to his balls. It ran down your chin, mingling with tears as he continued to fuck your throat. 

Izuku was big, far bigger than you expected him to be. He completely filled your throat, stretching your unprepared mouth open. You could feel the sides of your mouth pulling at his size, lips cracking as you struggled to take all of him with each of his thrusts. Still, when you looked up at him through big teary eyes, knees growing sore from the way his fist held you to the floor, other hand pulling you against his cock, your cunt grew wet with arousal. 

He pulled you off him by your hair, watching the way you gasped and sputtered and sobbed. He loved the scratch in your throat as you coughed and he picked you up by the arm and crawled between your legs. 

“Wearing such a tiny skirt to my house.” He spit. “You knew what you were doing, lookin’ like that with your ass out and shit.” 

Izuku’s eyes scanned over you hungrily, like he’s been waiting to get you here for so long. Fuck, he still looked big, hovering over you and supporting his entire weight on one of his arms as his other hand wandered down. He flipped up the fabric of your skirt, admiring the way you flinched as his hand ran up your inner thigh. 

His hands ran over your figure, squeezing at the fat of your stomach, thighs, and chest. Izuku has been dying to get a piece of you since you met, since he first laid eyes on that frustratingly sexy figure of yours that led him to spiral to this moment. His hands dipped back to your inner thigh, ensuring that your skirt was out of the way, though it was so small already that it proved no obstacle at all. 

His breathing grew heavy, hand gently gliding along the supple flesh that he’s pinched so many times, marks from your final day of classes still fading. Izuku’s eyebrows were furrowed together as his hands found your panties, touching you over the fabric that was now soaked through. His eyes snapped to you so fast as he pulled the fabric aside with calloused fingers, wasting no time dipping his fingers into your soaking folds. 

“You fucking pervert.” He sneered, glancing down to show you just how wet you’d gotten, all for him. “You like it when I’m mean to you? So fucking dirty.” 

Izuku rubbed a swift circle around your clit and you brought your arm up to hide your face, biting into your forearm to muffle the sounds. You shook your head, squeaking out a no as his fingers curled up into you. 

“You sure about that? You’re dripping.” Izuku grunted, curling his fingers with his entire forearm and hearing a moan from you. “See? Fucking slut, giving me those eyes, like a lost puppy.” 

It was undeniable how you clenched around him and he let out a curt laugh of disbelief. 

“Oh… you like that name, don’t you, puppy?” He dipped down to bite at your neck, humming into the skin. 

You squirm beneath him but he has you caged in under, your legs unable to move around. Your stomach still turned in fear of him, but that fear was mixing with the intense pleasure building in your core. Even his fingers were a stretch and you could feel his thick cock hitting your abdomen with each aggressive curl, your mind consumed with just how good it would feel for him to break you open. After all, he’s chipped away at almost every ounce of self respect you had. In fact, he practically already owned you mentally, now he was just claiming what he should rightfully own physically. 

“I hate girls like you.” He spat, fingers picking up their pace as you were sent barrelling towards your high. “Acting like you don’t know what you’re doing to me. So fucking stupid. But look at you now— Your cunt is practically drooling on me— pathetic.” 

You were close, hot with arousal as he lifted your arm from your face. 

“Getting close huh? I can feel your whore cunt clenching. Y’wanna cum?” He grinned widely through furrowed brows. 

Your eyes were glossed over, tears spilling onto your cheeks and for a moment Izuku almost felt bad for you. Still though, you were just too fun to fuck with, too fun to absolutely ruin. You looked prettier than he could have imagined right now; face sticky with tears of arousal, embarrassment, and fear. Izuku was a nice boy, he really was, except when it came to you because now he just couldn’t stop himself from ruining your cunt. 

You were close, impossibly close as you bit your lip in an attempt to muffle the whiney yes that breached your lips. It was involuntarily, almost a survival response as his fingers continued making that delicious squelching sound. Those years of torment were beginning to twist. You were beginning to convince yourself that no, it wasn’t so bad, it’s okay to want to cream on his fingers and be his good girl. 

So you nodded, dew-filled eyes stricken with fear meeting his predatory ones in a confirmation. He was building you up so well, your stomach turning over and over, the knot tightening and set to break. And then he pulled his fingers from you as you clenched around nothing, a blinding orgasm ripped from you all by his fingers. Your back arched up off the bed and pathetic whines left your lips. 

“You’ll have to beg for it.” He smirked, sitting back on his knees, discarding your panties with a hard tug and running the head of his cock through your slick while you whimper. “Tell me you like it. C’mon. I’ll let you cum on my cock if you do.” 

Right now you were certain you’d do anything if it meant you were allowed to cream over him, so you parted your lips, hiccuping through broken sobs. 

“P-please Izu, need to cum.” Your voice was low and quiet. 

Izuku pushed the head of his cock against your entrance, glowering down at you as he pushed the fabric of your shirt up over those perfect tits that he couldn’t get enough of. He sucked in a sharp breath, facade falling for a moment until he brought his eyes back to yours. 

“You like it when I’m mean, huh? Lemme hear you say it.” Izuku gave a cruel smile, eyes darkened with lust. 

“Yes! Yes, I like it.” You shout, hand coming up to grab his arm, speaking through desperate tears. “Please fuck me, please Izu.” 

Izuku bottomed out in one fell swoop, hearing all he needed as he throws his head back, a groan of fucking pathetic falling lazily from his lips. He rolled his head across his shoulders, starting to move in and out of you, stretching your cunt open with each push and pull. 

“So fucking tight. You a virgin?” His tongue swiped at his teeth as he relished in the stretch and the way pain wet your cheeks. 

God, he fucking hated you. Hated every part of you. He hated the way your lips looked so good around him, the way your thighs squeezed so nicely around his waist, the way your tears only egged him on. It all made him want to hurt you. You brought out the worst in him. You were too fucking tempting, too easy. 

You weren’t a virgin but the stretch of his cock made you feel like one. God, you could feel him in your throat as you gripped pathetically at his biceps, a plea to get him to slow down. Izuku wouldn’t listen though, pounding into your gummy walls mercilessly. 

“Not gonna answer?” He laughed, low and threatening before folding your knees to your chest. “Tells me all I need to know. How many men have fucked this cunt of yours, huh? Bet it’s more than I can count on one hand.” 

Izuku brought his hand up to your face once more, squeezing your plump cheeks together. 

“Don’t worry, puppy. Gonna make it so you can’t take anyone else.” He spits in your mouth, forcing it closed. “Fuckin’ mine now, yeah? My little whore, always have been, right?”

You screw your eyes shut, swallowing sloppily as spit drips down your chin and tears streak from your eyes. Where did he learn to speak like this? 

“Say it.” 

You’re close again, so full of him, so desperate for him to give you what you want. You can’t resist him, so you might as well submit. Maybe it will make everything easier because you were finding it harder to pretend that you didn’t like it now. 

“Yours, m’yours.” You choke out, hand flying to his large one to move it over your throat. “Belong only to you.” 

Izuku squeezed the sides of your neck with startling force. It’s almost hateful in how strong it was but it made you whine out against him, voice raking against vocal chords that he forced closed. 

“Slut. S-such a slut.” He stuttered as you clenched around him, hitting your high with a roll of your hips and a pathetic whimper. “C’mon, gimme it, puppy.” 

Oh god, the pay off was unbelievable. The way you whined his name was better than any sob he pulled from you to date.You were so helpless,your body wracking with waves of pleasure and your pussy clamping down around him. This is what he saw in you the first time he made you cry— this expression. He knew you could make it, eyes big and wide, filled with tears and your mouth open in a deep moan. Fuck, he loved it. 

“God, so tight. Good puppy, good fucking puppy.” He fucked into you faster, chasing his own high now as he assaulted your overstimulated cunt. 

Your head spun, no longer preoccupied with the taunting or the tormenting. You were stupid on his cock, his good little puppy, like you were meant to be. You should have given in earlier, should have let him shove his dick down your throat sooner because even though you were struggling to get off his fat cock, you couldn’t, and you loved every single second of it. Izuku was only mean to you, only mean to his puppy. 

You’re so overstimulated, barreling towards another orgasm and now all you can think about is how bad you want him to fill you up. 

“C-cum inside.” You managed to choke out between pathetic sobs and whimpers. You’re crying for it, begging. “Please cum inside of me.” 

Izuku let out a low chuckle before bottoming out one final time, shoving his thick fingers down your throat and filling you up. When Izuku came, he came a lot. It flooded your cunt before leaking out the sides where he had you split open. Izuku couldn’t hide his true nature for long, his thighs beginning to quiver and a low groan becoming a high pitched whine as he emptied his balls inside of you like he’d been wanting to for so long. 

He stayed there for a moment before pulling out of you and crouching down to watch the way he spilled out of you, admiring your ruined pussy and body. You’re stretched out from him, tears staining your cheeks and cunt gaping from his cock.

And then he’s biting at your thighs, marking up the inside of your leg as you can barely manage to push out a squeal. He’s leaving the marks he’s always wanted to. Those pinches on the inside of your leg were a stand in for the ones he’d create with his teeth. He nipped at the sensitive skin before dipping his tongue into your folds to collect the mixture of him and you in his mouth. 

Izuku watched the way you twitched as he cleaned you up, admiring the way your legs flinched whenever he ran his tongue over your sensitive clit. He’s much gentler now but his eyes still frightened you when he came up from between your legs to spit the mixture of cum and arousal back into your slightly parted mouth, ordering you to swallow puppy. 

When you finally do— too tired and fucked out to think about protesting, he smiles— standing up off the bed and buttoning his pants with a heaving sigh.

Izuku turned back to your form on the bed, watching the way your chest heaved and the way your pleated skirt crowded at your hips, ruined cunt on display and shirt pushed up over your bitten up breasts. He made a mental note to remember to take your clothes off next time.

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Hi, I have a request! Can you do a Chris Hemsworth x daughter!reader? Maybe the reader is adopted and is gettung bullied for it? (preferably if the daughter is asian because I think it adds as a reason the reade rgets bullied, I'm asian btw) That's it!

Notes: I’d like to thank (anonymous) for the request! I hope you like it.

I mean no disrespect by writing or posting this, and in no way do I take the themes and topics discussed in this post lightly. So if you’re triggered by any of this, I suggest not reading it.

I don’t own any of the gifs/pictures used.

Warnings: Slight angst; bullying; reader is bullied for being adopted; inaccurate information on adoption processes; possible inaccurate information on Australian school systems; brief implications of racist comments; spelling/grammatical errors; bad writing; whatever else I failed to mention ⚠️⚠️

Word Count: 666 (give or take)

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Chris and Elsa always told you about the day they adopted you

One of the happiest days of their lives, as they’d put it

Your sister was only a few months old, and your parents didn’t want to wait to have another kid

They’d always talked about adoption but they always felt like they never had an opportunity to go through with it

After your sister’s birth, they found that was the right time

And after further discussion they opted to go with international adoption

You’re originally from Cambodia, and the couple fell in love with you the second they saw you

They wasted no time with the adoption process, and in no time at all you were a Hemsworth

Chris and Elsa gave you as much love and attention as they gave their biological kids

You loved your family with your whole heart

But their love wasn’t enough to protect you from the harsh words and comments of kids your age, or the looks you’d sometimes see on adults’ faces when you’re out with your family

Kids at school calling you names, making fun of your appearance

Making fun of you for being adopted; saying your birth parents must have hated you for giving you up

That your adoptive parents only got you because they felt bad for you

The teachers never really did anything, only giving the bullies a slap on the wrist and you an almost pitiful look

You were quickly starting to feel doubtful of your parents, questions flooding your mind

Did they really adopt you cause they felt bad? Was their adoption story a lie? Did they even love you? Did your birth parents hate you, is that why they gave you up?

Chris and Elsa were quick to notice that something was wrong

At first, they waited in hopes that you’d approach them with the issue

When that didn’t work, they decided to approach you

Carefully, of course

Elsa was the first to talk to you

You and Elsa were extremely close, so she was hoping you’d open up to her and Chris could slowly be included in the discussion

You were hesitant, shutting down her attempts to talk

Chris approached you a few days later

Still no progress

That is until one day, when they both decided to pick you and your siblings up from school

They saw a small group of kids—maybe 4 at the most—gathered around you

India was trying to get in between them and you, visibly upset and yelling at them to stop, but one of them pushed her away, and she nearly fell from the force of it

You weren’t looking at any of the kids, your face red and your shoulders slumped

You looked scared and embarrassed

The kids were spewing insults at you, calling you all kinds of names

India was quick to get back into the fray, quick to defend you

That’s all Chris and Elsa needed to see

They’d gotten out of their car and called for you and India to get in

You practically ran over

The other kids were quick to disperse

Never in your or India’s life had you seen your parents so mad

They marched into that school and you could only imagine what they did

You opened up to your parents about what was done to you when you got home

They had meetings with teachers and principals

Parents were called

Meetings were held

Punishments were put into place

After that, you weren’t bullied anymore & your parents wasted no time in reaffirming their love for you

India and your brothers too

It took a long time to get those words out of your head

It took a long time to erase those looks the teachers gave you

It was a slow process, but you saw the lengths your family went for you

They loved you

It didn’t matter where you came from

You were their child and you couldn’t have asked for a better family

[give-soup-please]

You briefly covered bullies in narrator as a father figure, can you do one just about narrator with a reader that gets bullied (you can choose if it’s people bullying at work or at school, but I would like to see this as a platonic prompt!)

Father figure narrator with a reader who is getting bullied (platonic)

The days are getting harder. You dread getting up in the mornings, all the routines, because each step you take forward leads to your bullies. Why get out of bed? Why get dressed, when all that waits is torment?

The narrator has to encourage you to progress through the day as much as possible. “Come on, reader. It’s beautiful outside, and I’m not going to stand by and let you become part of the bedding. Up you get.”

His concern is growing. While everyone has their ups and downs, it seemed like you had been on something of a negative spiral for a while now. What’s happening to you?

You walk to school, backpack and heart heavy. Maybe you’ll get lucky and they won’t notice you today? But then, apart from the narrator appearing in your life, luck had never really been in your favor.

The school day progresses normally. You begin to relax as the end of the day approaches. The last bell rings, everyone bursts out of school in a rush and-

Your bullies spot you, and you inwardly cringe. Maybe if you make a run for it-

They catch up to you quicker than you’d hope. The teachers are looking the other way, absolutely useless. Your backpack is torn, you have scratches and bruises, and are left a crying mess. They’re towering over you, calling you names. 

The narrator, coming to walk you home from school sees this, and he’s furious. Without thinking about what he’s doing, he rushes forward and grabs the nearest bully to him by the shirt collar. 

The narrator hasn’t manifested a visible body for the moment, and the bully is scared out of their mind because it appears that they’re being held up by nothing. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing to my kid?” The narrator growls. The other children scream and run away, finally alerting the teachers that something’s up. 

The teachers are running over, not sure what’s going on, and the narrator says just before dropping the bully to the ground, “Listen here, you little guttersnipe, if you ever hurt them again, your punishment will be tenfold for whatever damage you do.” 

The narrator steps away for a moment, watching the teachers swarm and try to work out what happened. Your school sucks though, and everyone ends up getting punished. 

He walks you home, and you don’t speak for a very long time. As soon as you cross the threshold of your house, you burst into tears. “I’m sorry!” You cry out. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I-” The narrator holds you close in a protective hug. 

“It’s alright, reader, it’s alright. I’m not upset with you. Hush now, you’re going to be okay.” He says this and other comforting things as he rubs your back. His heart is breaking. This shouldn’t be happening to you. He leans back a bit, and begins to wipe your tears away.

“Am I correct in assuming that you kept these problems to yourself because you thought I’d be mad at you?” He asks. You nod, ashamed.

“Oh, reader, (sigh) I only wish you had said something sooner, so I could have helped. Being bullied isn’t your fault, it’s theirs. They’re the ones with a problem. Little bastards.” His swearing makes you laugh a bit. He sees your small smile and begins to focus on cheering you up.

“...Did you see the look on that kid’s face when I picked them up? They looked like they were going to wet themselves.” You laugh harder. 

He begins to pull out his first aid kit and starts applying band-aids. There’s not much he can do for the time being about the bruises, but he can guard you in this small way.

The narrator keeps his tone light as he works, trying to shield you from the worst of his own feelings. Inside, he vows to make a plan. 

He doesn’t want you to go on like this. You don’t deserve to be the target of these people.

First, he keeps a closer eye on you when you’re in school. If this is repeated behavior, he documents it and steps in when necessary. 

Second, he manifests a visible form and starts protesting at the PTA gatherings. If someone thinks the narrator can be intimidating when mad, they haven’t seen him spearheading a meeting on the subject of schoolyard bullying. He’s pushing for policy change with a dedication that hasn’t ever been seen in the school’s history.        

Third, he makes good on the threats if the bullies don’t get the message. He’s not going to strike out at them directly, no. It wouldn’t be good to punish them physically. But small accidents start to happen. Homework gets shredded, lunches are forgotten at home, objects begin to float, spooky things like that. Those bullies get the message soon enough, if the first meeting wasn’t enough to stop them. 

Above all else, he wants you to be a happy, healthy kid, and he will see to it that you’ll get everything you need to succeed.   

[phoenixyfriend]

Commander Buir

Follow-up to this post. Not in any particular order, just spitballing ideas, with contributions from several friends on discord.

Like presumably it takes long enough for them all to meet up again that Anakin and Cody do, in fact, end up treating each other like family, just so I can have that good good "well, guess I'm Dad now" energy. Shmi isn't entirely sure what's going on but she's not a slave anymore and her kid seems to like this rando mando, so.

Anakin gets to have a mom and two dads, though one of the dads is arguably younger than him.

Also when they all meet up again and Cody explains the "General Skywalker got shrunk" thing, there are three reactions: (General) Obi-Wan: Oh, Anakin. Obi-Wan: [gestures to take him, ends up with an armful of clingy padatoddler] Anakin: You can't blame this on me, Obi. Obi-Wan, a little teary, because babies cause emotions: Of course I can, you absurd human being. ------ Rex: That's... my general. Anakin: I am, Captain. Rex: Cool cool cool I'm gonna go stand where I can't, uh, break you. Anakin: I'm not THAT fragile! ------ Ahsoka: [gasp] Skyguy is SKYKID! Anakin: Padawan, this is-- Ahsoka, grabbing him and cuddling: Oh my goodness you're adorable this is the best day ever. Anakin: This is humiliating, Snips, put me down. Ahsoka: Never.

Anakin hates being a toddler because of the lack of independence but Cody keeps picking him up when he's cranky and just holding him until he falls asleep and that's... nice.......

- The brain limitations aren't quite as bad as the situation with Sokanth and Ylliben in the other AU, but - Even if his brain is mostly adjusted he’s still got a tiny body with different needs that he’s not used to. Like, he needs to sleep more but he’s got more energy than usual when he’s awake and it’s all weird.

Cody carrying around toddler Anakin like "God you give me ulcers but you're adorable, you little shit."

Inconveniently tiny body aside, Anakin has a pretty great time in this au. His family are all together and safe and within reach. His wife isn't around, but toddler brain means he doesn't have the Romance Drive, so that's not as bad as it could be It could be significantly worse.

@atagotiak asked: Does Anakin get annoyed about being called cute? - To which I say, He bites the first few times but Shmi tells him that's Naughty so he stops. - Babies are cute so you packbond with them before they’re annoying, Anakin is cute as a self defense mechanism - He’s extra annoying so he needs to be extra cute

You know how you need to keep an eye on toddlers so they don't, like, fall down the stairs or put something toxic in their mouth? - They need to keep an eye on Anakin specifically so he doesn't rewire the ship they're in while they're in hyperspace. - He has less self control on account of being smol. He still has all the mechanical knowledge! Just less comprehension of y’know, consequences.

Anakin, with a sippy cup: This is demeaning. Ahsoka: Your hands don't work great enough to avoid accidents yet. Anakin: It's still embarrassing.

General Kenobi can't just kill Maul, not when Maul is baby right now (sixteen, which is baby enough) so he just. Kinda. Kidnaps a baby Sith. (It's fine. He's fine.)

General Kenobi (not to be confused with Padawan Kenobi) decides to declare Maul his new padawan because someone has to deal with this teenager, and Plo already claimed the rest of Ahsoka's training. And Anakin's three, so.

"What do we do with Maul?" "Eh, I can handle him. I dealt with teenage Anakin getting arrested for illegal pod-racing twice a month, I can work with this."

Maul bites, but only slightly more often than Anakin, it's fine

Ahsoka definitely bullies Maul whenever possible

Consider: Rex holding very still because Anakin wanted to be tall, so he climbed Rex. Being unexpectedly climbed is better than being unexpectedly yeeted. It's still extremely nerve-wracking. - Cody is perfectly capable of running around with a backpacking toddler General, but Rex freezes like a statue. - Ahsoka finds this hilarious

You know how little kids like to be thrown around and swung in circles and stuff like that? This must get even more ridiculous with force users. Can throw a child real high and catch them safely. - Rex panics whenever Ahsoka throws her chibified Master

Literally everyone except Rex loves being yeeted. Even Maul can appreciate a good tactical yeet no shut up he's not having fun this is TRAINING - Rex is Suffering - Cody, a very Tired Dad, deserves to mock his vod'ika a little, as stress relief - Rex, a certified Little Brother, shoves Cody off something tall. Jokes on him, Cody thinks freefall is fun too.

Tia asked: So the people who didn’t exist yet got flung bodily back in time and Anakin did the mental time travel. Why did Obi-Wan not become Padawan Kenobi? (I mean “because I want it that way” is def a good enough answer I’m just wondering if there’s any reason.) - Which, well, it really was mostly "I want to" but here's two options, both of which come down to Blame Daughter and Father. 1. They figured a responsible adult Jedi Master was needed to convince people. 2. Nobody was supposed to get de-aged but Daughter figured they needed to make Anakin less liable to kill things for a few years. - Also IDK the Force God-Manifestations also took away any risk of rapid aging and early death from the clones because uhhhhhhhhhhh I said so

Rex and Ahsoka are fumbling their way through a relationship where ages are just really confusing and awkward, so they're keeping it to just kisses and cuddles for a bit.

Cody is so tired he doesn't even realize anyone's hitting on him until it's been three years of co-parenting with Shmi and his General. - Somehow Anakin knows Cody is in a relationship before Cody does. Cody has never been so embarrassed. - How did he manage to be less observant than Skywalker? -- it was sabotage; all his brain cells were taken up in managing said Skywalker -- Because Skywalker was up at three in the morning whacking a training droid with a stick so he didn't have the energy for Relationships

Also Shmi's come-ons are super subtle, while the General's are... well, Cody's gotten very used to ignoring anything ambiguous on that end because fraternization rules, and also because Obi-Wan flirts a lot with everyone. So.

Please imagine Cody and General Kenobi walking around with Anakin tucked into a toddler sling while they do whatever work they've ended up with at the Temple. - Yes, Cody is helping the Jedi figure out the best plan of attack to take down this slave ring because his grasp on tactics is phenomenal and he knows how to deploy people at greatest efficiency, but also he's got a nosy toddler on his hip who keeps offering his own insane-but-competent ideas. - General Kenobi ends up with a Council Seat just on account of, like, being the kind of person he is. As often as not, he's got Anakin tucked into his robes, chewing on the ear of a stuffed tooka or something.

IDK what Shmi's doing but apparently Legends had it that some of the administrative and support positions in the Temple were held by non-Jedi civilians? So probably something like that.

GENERAL KENOBI LECTURING PADAWAN MAUL WHILE ANAKIN'S BALANCED ON HIS HIP AND GLARING AT MAUL FOR STEALING HIS DAD

General Kenobi: Ahsoka's babysitting. Anakin: I'm her master, I don't need babysitting, this is-- General Kenobi: Fine, then you need supervision, so that you don't blow up a training salle again. Anakin: And you think Ahsoka would stop me? General Kenobi, eye twitching: Fine, I'm leaving you with Plo.

Even if he’s mentally an adult Anakin always needs supervision Look at canon! Anakin was left without supervision for like two days and he became a Sith

Quinlan gets distracted by how attractive General Kenobi is and tells Obi-Wan "dude, you're gonna be so hot once you can get rid of the stupid haircut" and Obi-Wan pushes him into the nearest pond.

They end up with this weird "Uncle Jango" situation (uncle to Anakin, via weird brotherhood-ish to Cody) because Rex and Cody are just like "Uhhhhhhhhh yeah okay" about him eventually, and Jango just like. Drops by. Trying to Earn Affection Of Blood Kin by bringing weird gifts for them and their (ugh) Jedi.

"Okay, Rex'ika, I stopped by Shili--" "What?" "--and apparently this is a delicacy there, so just... your girlfriend will like it." "She's not my girlfriend." "..." "Okay, I can't call her my girlfriend. Jedi have rules about that sort of thing, and--" "This will make your Jedi happy, probably. Just take it, kid."

Baby Anakin got his arm back but for some inexplicable reason still has The Eye Scar. He matches Buir.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 322: IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME

Previously on BnHA: Endeavor was all, “Kirishima please take Hagakure and Aoyama and put them away somewhere out of sight until we’re finally ready for the U.A. Traitor Plot.” Shouto was all “HEY DEKU DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT MAYBE YOU WANDERING THE STREETS LOOKING LIKE A GOTH PRAYING MANTIS IS EXACTLY WHAT AFO WANTS.” Deku was all “I’M SORRY I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF MY CRUSHING MARTYR COMPLEX AND ACCUMULATED TRAUMA.” Mineta was all “HEY DEKU YOU SWEET THANG, IF I COULD REARRANGE THE ALPHABET I’D PUT ‘U’ AND ‘I’ TOGETHER, ANYWAYS HMU 💖”, or at least that’s what fandom apparently thought he said. Everyone was all “WELL SINCE WE’RE BACK HERE IN KAMINO WE SHOULD DO THE THING” and did the whole “launching someone into the air to save someone by dramatically grabbing their hand” thing that everybody fucking loves to do in Kamino so damn much. Iida was all “[bombards me and Deku with feels].” Deku was all, “ू(ʚ̴̶̷́ .̠ ʚ̴̶̷̥̀ ू).” I was all, “(;*△*;).” Horikoshi was all, “my work here is done.”

Today on BnHA: 

oh my god.

so I finally went back to look at what I wrote up for 321 last week, and it’s a hot fucking mess lol, and I really don’t want to deal with that right now, so we’re just gonna skip it and go back sometime in the next few days or something because I really want to read the new chapter and I have no self control. I’M SORRY IIDA

oh my god he’s breaking out the narration word bubbles oh my god. shit is about to get epic isn’t it

has there ever been a chapter that opened with these that WASN’T epic? serious question. anyways all aboard the Feels Express I guess

YEP

I saved a bunch of other crying kaomojis when I was looking for ones to use in the “previously on” summary, and right now it’s looking like that was a good fucking decision you guys. if I’m going to be an emotional wreck I might as well do it in style ʕ ಡ ﹏ ಡ ʔ

AND BY THE WAY!!

SHOULD I JUST THANK HORIKOSHI NOW AND SAVE MYSELF SOME TIME LATER. THE MAN ALWAYS FUCKING DELIVERS WHAT ELSE CAN I FUCKING SAY GODDAMN. IS IT TOO EARLY TO DECLARE THIS MY NEW FAVORITE CHAPTER? I SHOULD PROBABLY READ FURTHER THAN ONE PAGE BUT I’VE JUST GOT A FEELING

(ETA: it’s like. maybe my second favorite lol. A HUG WOULD HAVE PUT IT IN FIRST, I’M JUST SAYING.)

anyway so Ochako is releasing Iida, which is actually hilarious, because idk if you all know this but Iida can’t fucking fly you guys

like, I assume Ochako released him because she already knew that Kirishima was in place to catch him, but I really love this split-second of panic on Iida’s part where he’s all “HMM, IS OCHAKO TRYING TO KILL ME, ACTUALLY”

LOL THERE’S A THOOM AND EVERYTHING

that’s some plus fucking ultra on Ochako’s part right there. “IF THEY DIE THEY DIE” goddamn girl did you leave your chill in the same locker as Momo or what

now poor Kiri is all “DAMMIT DEKU ARE YOU PASSED OUT OR WHAT, I DIDN’T GET TO TELL YOU MY THING GODDAMMIT”

oh my gosh he is curled up so small you guys oh my fucking lord

RESIDUAL “LOST CHILD” FEELS FROM LAST WEEK COMING IN FOR A LANDING!! PLEASE MAKE SURE YOUR SEATBACKS AND TRAY TABLES ARE IN THEIR UPRIGHT POSITIONS OMG ( ˚͈͈͈͈̥̆ ₍₎ ˚͈͈͈͈̥̆ )

LMAO IIDA IS TRYING TO CONFIRM THAT OCHAKO PLANNED FOR KIRISHIMA TO CATCH HIM, AND KIRISHIMA IS ALL “NOPE I’M JUST HERE BY CHANCE BRO”

Ochako is the U.A. Traitor confirmed. Hagakure I am so sorry I doubted you. Ochako get over here. so are you Toga now or what

anyway so now everyone is running over before Iida can react to this casual announcement of his attempted murder. and now Mina is taking her turn, and Horikoshi is all “HEY BTW IS MINA CRYING ON THE LIST OF THINGS THAT MAKE YOU CRY?” and of fucking course it is, you bastard. I’m not made of stone

( ɵ̥̥ ˑ̫ ɵ̥̥)

SLDKFJLSDKJ:LKWEJ

IS THIS THE PART WHERE I JUST START SCREAMING INCOHERENTLY FOR THE REST OF THE CHAPTER LOL. SURE FEELS LIKE WE ARE GETTING TO THAT TIME

OH MY GOD KACCHAN AHHHHH

I CAN’T OMG LOL I ALREADY GLANCED AT THE NEXT COUPLE OF PANELS, AND HE’S STARTING A WHOLEASS MONOLOGUE ABOUT ALL OF HIS DEKU FEELS AND OH MY GOD

“HERE YOU GO MAKESTE, A WHOLE CHAPTER OF ALL YOUR FAVORITE META TOPICS JUST THE WAY YOU LIKE THEM” THANK YOU HORIKOSHI YOU’RE A BRO (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

SLKASODIFALWKFLKJ

THEY’RE JUST DEKU AND KACCHAN. holy shit you guys. because oh my god, but it’s like when Deku was talking to the Vestiges about saving Tomura, and he turned into his little child self because his heart and intentions were so pure?? and it’s like that again, except that we’re seeing them as their child selves because that’s who they are to each other?? like, not that they actually see each other as children, but just, they can see past all of the stuff on the outside and see each other to their cores, to who they are inside, and when they look at each other they each simply see the other boy that they’ve known their whole entire life. idk?? does that make sense??? DOES ANY OF THIS EVEN MAKE SENSE I DON’T KNOW WHAT WORDS ARE ANYMORE I’M JUST SWIMMING IN FEELS OKAY. I’M TRYING HERE

they’re just boys, is what I’m trying to say, I guess. just Deku and Kacchan. all the walls are down, all the gaps are bridged, and all it is is the one boy reaching out and connecting with the other, and just,,, (꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

OH MY GOD [GRABBING YOUR SHOULDERS AND POINTING WORDLESSLY] !!!1LK1

DO YOU ALL KNOW WHAT THIS IS YOU GUYS

HOW PERFECTLY FUCKING RAD. WELL LET ME JUST ENJOY THESE LAST FEW SECONDS BEFORE MY LIFE IS FOREVER CHANGED, I GUESS

OH

MY

GOD

CAN HE EVEN SAY THAT??? IS THAT EVEN LEGAL??? IS HE EVEN FUCKING ALLOWED TO SAY THAT. WHAT IS HAPPENING

OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

─=≡Σ((( つ ◕o◕ )つ

GET IN HERE, EVERYONE!!

Y’ALL HE REALLY DID IT. “BAKUGOU IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE HE HASN’T EVEN APOLOGIZED” WELL GUESS FUCKING WHAT. GUESS FUCKING WHAT, YOU GUYS!! LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO ((((／￣∇￣)／＼(￣∇￣＼)))) AHHHHHHHHHH

OHHHHHHHH

HEH. I’M ALREADY DEAD, HORIKOSHI, YOU BASTARD. DO YOUR WORST. GO ON

YOU CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON “US”, HE SAYS. ALONG WITH A BUNCH OF OTHER STUFF OMG. KACCHAN, YOU STUDIED!! YOU UNDERSTAND!! PREACH!!

OH NO!!

OH WAIT!!!!

LOL I GOT SCARED THERE FOR A SECOND BUT ANYWAY! EVERYONE GET IN HERE!!! GROUP HUG!!! OR WAIT, NO, WHAT ABOUT -- [GRABS YOUR COLLAR URGENTLY] YOU DON’T THINK -- COULD THEY POSSIBLY -- !!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ARE YOU GONNA HUG!??!?!?!?! I AM NOT OKAY!!!!!!! !!!hgk

REACTION PANELS LOL EVERYONE ELSE IS ON THE EDGE OF THEIR SEATS TOO WE’RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER

LOL OCHAKO

I KNOW THAT IN REALITY THIS FACE IS JUST BECAUSE SHE’S CONCERNED ABOUT DEKU’S FRAGILE STATE RN, BUT I KEEP THINKING ABOUT THE WAY SHE JUST DROPPED IIDA COLD THOUGH, AND I CAN’T HELP BUT FEAR FOR KACCHAN’S SAFETY LMAO. THAT FEELING WHEN THE CLASS PERV AND THE CLASS BULLY BOTH BEAT YOU TO THE LOVE CONFESSION. KACCHAN WATCH YOUR SIX

OKAY BUT LOOK, IT’S NOT THAT I DON’T LOVE ALL OF THE OTHER KIDS, OKAY, BUT CAN WE PLEASE!??!?! HELLO?!?!? MOMO, JUST -- COULD YOU JUST FOR A MINUTE --

NOOOOOOOOOOO

“DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, I HAVE TO SAVE SOMETHING FOR THE FINALE” HORIKOSHI YOU BETTER WATCH OUT, I’M COMING FOR YOU WITH A TWO BY FOUR!! NOT THAT I’M UNGRATEFUL!! BUT JESUS CHRIST, YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT, AND THEN ALMOST DO THAT, AND THEN NOT!! OMG I HATE YOU

sure let’s cut to Thirteen then, yay. I mean I’m glad they’re alive lol, don’t get me wrong

(ETA: I think that might have sounded a bit sarcastic so I just want to clarify that I really am happy Thirteen is alive and on the job again lol.)

it’s just that if your name doesn’t begin with Baku or Deku I honestly am not interested for just these next five minutes okay lol. like I’m just gonna be completely honest. I am too invested lol, please, they were having a moment, JUST LET ME HAVE THIS PLEASE

OH DAMN U.A. GOT SWOLE AF

THIS SCHOOL HAS BEEN JUICING WTF. I THOUGHT YOU WERE TARTARUS LOL

I’m literally not even reading the speech bubbles though omg I’m so sorry. I really hope there is not a quiz, I promise I will come back to it later scroll scroll scroll

okay so they brought him back to U.A. and he’s all tired and out of it yes

oh goody Hagakure knows all about the security system

(ETA: is it just me or is Horikoshi really laying it on thick with the hints about these two guys lately? I’m on to you sir.)

THAT’S WONDERFUL NEWS. GLAD THIS CRITICAL KNOWLEDGE IS SAFE IN THE HANDS OF THE PEOPLE THAT WE TRUST

ffs Deku

WHAT WILL IT EVEN TAKE TO CONVINCE YOU THEN?? SWEET JESUS

-- holy shit, what??!

they know?? how did they find out??! holy shit???

I’m about to cancel the whole of Japan lmao. fucking try me dudes

-- THE PRINCIPAL!?

NEZU GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!! WHAT THE FUCK

“a ticking time bomb” tell you what, this man is just asking to be punched in the face. literally begging for it omg

(ETA: I have been advised that I misread this part; Rat Principal told everyone how safe U.A. was, but he’s not the one who ratted out Deku; that was “the rumors”, apparently. which, if I had to guess, were probably started by AFO.)

oh I see, so it’s to be Feels, Part II then

he looks so sad and tired and lonely and she goes right for the hand, god bless. though if Kacchan’s not gonna hug him, you’d think someone would at least. or is it because he still smells bad. hmm

AND THE CHAPTER’S ENDING ON HER LOL WELL OKAY THEN

I MEAN IT’S GREAT AND ALL, I LOVE OCHAKO REALLY I DO, BUT WE WERE PROMISED GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GODS, WHAT GIVES SOB. I WAS ALL READY TO BREAK OUT INTO SONG AND EVERYTHING. SURE, HE DID THE APOLOGY, BUT WHERE IS THE FOLLOW-UP GODDAMMIT

(ETA: just to clarify the reason for my rambling here, I was really waiting for the hero name reveal and the presumed deeper meaning behind it lol. but I guess that is a conversation still to come! and we still need Deku’s response to the apology too for that matter. lots to look forward to still.)

WELL WHATEVER, SO THAT IS THE END OF THE CHAPTER! SHOUT OUT TO MY BOY RAT “LET ME JUST TELL EVERYONE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ABOUT DEKU’S SUPER SECRET IDENTITY, I GUESS THAT’S ALL RIGHT NOW, NOTHING BAD COULD POSSIBLY COME OF THIS” PRINCIPAL. listen here you little shit

anyway but if you’ll excuse me... IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME. IF I COULD FIND A WAY. I’D TAKE BACK THOSE WORDS THAT HAVE HURT YOU, AND YOU’D STAY. I DON’T KNOW WHY I DID THE THINGS I DID. I DON’T KNOW WHY I SAID THE THINGS I SAID. PRIDE’S LIKE A KNIFE, IT CAN CUT DEEP INSIDE. WORDS ARE LIKE WEAPONS, THEY WOUND SOMETIMES. BUM~ BUM~ BUM~, I DIDN’T REALLY MEAN TO HURT YOU. BUM~ BUM~ BUM~, I DIDN’T WANNA SEE YOU GO. I KNOW I MADE YOU CRY, BUT BABAY, IF I COULD TUUUUURN BACK TIIIIIIIIIIIME...

[souichi-simpings]

Bullied into submission (NSFW)

/Souichi meets a girl who ends up being tougher than he thought.../

Honestly, not very happy with this one but decided to publish it anyway!

Knife play, slight dubcon

"9,000 Yen? Are you kidding me? I ain't paying that much, old man!" You scowled at the handsome tall man who was  calmly grinning at your angry tantrum. "I assure you, miss. It's very well worth the money." He tried to reason to you "If you wish, I can accompany you and show you all the scariest sights inside. Satisfaction guaranteed!"

"Hmph. Whatever, if I ain't scared you better give me my money back." You sulked as you went through your backpack, looking for your wallet, at the same time checking that you had your butterfly knife with you, thinking that you will get your money back one way or another. The man's grin grew at your words, as he opened the door behind him. "Well of course! Welcome to my haunted house, miss...?" "Y/N." You responded bluntly, making his smirk falter, as you walked past him and entered the house. "Tough customer huh...." He said quietly to himself, making you stop in your tracks and turn around to face him. "Excuse me, old man? What was that?" You asked him, staring at his face grimly. What's up with this girl?

"Uh, n-nothing miss Y/N, nothing at all!" He stammered as he attempted to stay calm "Would you like to see one of my favorite spots?" He tried to hurry you forward, but you wouldn't budge. You grabbed his tie and pulled him down to your eye level, making him yelp at the sudden action. "You better shut the fuck up, or I'll make you shut up, old man..." He started to panic, his seemingly everlasting smile wavering. "Is this any way to treat a lady, huh?" Your cocky smile just barely noticeable, you were enjoying tormenting the man, his charade of confidence falling apart. It was making you excited. "What's your name, old man? Do you want trouble, because that's what you'll get if you cross me!"

He gulped, the proximity of your face stirring him. You were pretty for sure, but scary. "S-Souichi, miss..." He said, his voice trembling. Damn this girl!

"Souichi," you whispered to his ear, still holding his tie, your gentle breath on his ear making him shudder "behave, and I'll be on my best behaviour too." You let go of him, giving him a devilish smile as you turned around to walk deeper into the house. He stood there where you left him stunned and, weirdly enough, aroused. "Souichi, are you coming?" He heard you call out from another room "Yes miss, just a moment!" He croaked as he hurried to the next room. The room was filled with severed heads, badly constructed, but there was a surprise at the end of the row. His sister was waiting to scare anyone who entered and.... Wait! Where was she!?

"Hmmh. I don't know what is supposed to be scary about these fake heads. I'm not impressed." You said flatly as you poked one of then, making it fall over. You looked behind you where Souichi stood, sweat rolling down his face as he cussed in his mind. Damn Sayuri, where the hell are you! "Honestly, old man, this isn't worth the money. Did you make these yourself? Store bought would've been better. Is this one of those 'scariest sights' you meant to show me?" Your arrogant smile making Souichi's confidence fall to depths unknown. "I- I-, uhh..." He stuttered, his eyes darting around the room. "I think we better move forward, miss Y/N! This is just the beginning!" "I wonder...." You muttered and took the strap of your backpack off your shoulder, Souichi looked at you confused as he tried to peek at what you were doing. "Miss? What are you doing? Photographing inside the haunted house is forbidden." You took out your knife and jabbed it in one of the heads, piercing it with ease. "Paper mache? Are you kidding?" You chuckled and held the head up by the knife. "Why do you have that with you?!" Souichi exclaimed, backing away from you. "Hmmm, you never know when you might need a knife" You hummed as you twirled the butterfly knife skillfully in your hand before sliding it in your skirt pocket. "Besides, I know a lot of neat tricks with it, it's fun." Souichi swallowed dryly and fidgeted with his hair "I see. W-Would you like to see more of the attractions?" He felt nervous, but still tried to keep you moving forward. He really needed the money, so he attempted to get you to at least finish the tour.

You rolled your eyes "Alright, wow me." Souichi prayed that the rest of his family was still in their positions as he led you forward. "O-over here, we have the cursed well" He tried to make the atmosphere a little more spooky, failing miserably "The story is, an old woman was murdered and her body dumped here, they say her soul is still haunting it, cursing everyone who dares to .... Eh?" You peeked inside it before looking at him unimpressed, then again at the well. "Old man... This isn't very convincing." Souichi felt his heart drop. "What do you mean, miss Y/N?" "It's just a fake well." You leaned onto the edge of the well, taking another look inside. "What's up with this hatch in here? Someone supposed to jump out from there and spook you?" "N-no, I mean, yes, but..." Souichi faltered. "This is soooo booooring..! I might as well just go home!" You sighed, dramatically turning around, smirking as you pretended to be leaving. "Ohhhh no no no, miss please! I swear you will like the next attraction, please don't leave" He rambled on in panic, hurrying towards you as he tried to come up with something to keep you there.

"Although... I have a better idea." You twirled around to face him with a huge smile on your face, making Souichi stop in his tracks confused. "You know, Souichi, you look awfully cute like this" You told him as you snagged the lapels of his coat, "Makes me want to just eat you up!" Souichi felt his face turn red. "C-cute? What do you mean cute?" He questioned as he watched you lick your lips hungrily. You pushed him against a wall and rubbed your thigh against his crotch. "Already hard..." You thought contently to yourself. "What do you think I mean? You look absolutely adorable." You rub your thigh against his cock again, making Souichi let out a moan. "Your face all red..." You kissed his neck and took your knife out of your pocket, pressing it gently against his chest. "Your false confidence gone.." You whispered as you applied slight pressure to the knife, damaging his shirt. "I like it a lot." You slid the knife under his necktie, and with a swift motion cut it off his neck. Souichi felt spellbound, he couldn't resist you and your advances. Instead, he wanted more. "Miss, I don't understand..." He tried to calm himself down as you pushed yourself against him. "Ohh? I think you do!" You smiled at him devilishly. You took a firm hold of the back of your neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. He tasted so sweet, it was driving you crazy. He took a tight hold of you, deepening the kiss as you moaned into his mouth.

You broke the kiss, looking at his breathless form as you chuckled "Oh, you liked that? You're naughty, mister. Would you like some more?" You lightly brushed the knife against the skin of his neck. Souichi gulped as he nodded quietly, a desperate look in his eyes. You let out a pleased hum. "Come here then." You said as you pulled him back towards you. He exhaled hard as your lips collided, he tried to slowly relax himself as his hands tugged your shirt up and made their way underneath to grope your breasts. You practically tore his coat off his body in your frenzy, dropping your knife to your feet as you swiftly opened the buttons of his shirt, feeling his soft, pale skin against yours as you slid your hands down, opening his belt and undoing his pants.

You broke the kiss to take off your underwear, the material coated with your slick, glistening, dropping them to your ankles and kicking them aside. "Sit down." You commanded Souichi, sitting astride in his lap as he complied. He took a better look at you as you were on top of him, your hips slowly rubbing against his hard member. You looked beautiful, your hair messy and eyes filled with lust. He reached under your shirt again, feeling your breasts and sliding his hands up and down your sides, he wanted to touch you everywhere he possibly could. You pulled your shirt off over your head and threw it somewhere on the dirty floor, your bra soon following. Souichi was enchanted by your beauty, trying to take it all in at once was overwhelming, yet he still wanted more. "Miss Y/N, please..." He groaned as you ground your hips against his.

"Be patient, you'll get what you want" You lifted your hips so that you could tug his pants down, freeing his throbbing cock from his underwear. "You ready?" You asked, stroking his cheek. You slowly lowered your hips down, feeling the tip of his cock against your entrance. He nodded in agreement, letting you take control of the situation. You pushed yourself down on him, feeling his member fill you up. You pause for a moment to get used to the size of his cock, it was bigger than you anticipated. "Oh god, so tight...!" Souichi groaned as he gripped your waist. As you got used to the size, you slowly started to move your hips, moaning when his cock brushed against your sweet spot. Souichi moaned as he slightly bucked his hips against you, making you let out a small mewl in response.

You placed your hands on top of his chest as you worked yourself on top of him, your pace getting more vigorous as you chased your high. "Y/N, slow down please" Souichi panted, his hands desperately clinging onto your thighs so tight you were sure it would leave bruises on you. You had no intentions of doing so, you enjoyed watching him squirm under you, struggling to keep his composure as you fucked him. "Sshhh, just let it out" You exhaled as you rolled your hips against him "I want to hear your voice" You hummed as you slowly brought your hips up before smacking them down again, making him groan as his eyelids fluttered. "But Y/N, I'm so cl-close" He uttered huskily between his moans. "Please, you have to pull out..!" Just hearing that made you more aroused, the thought of the man coming undone under you and making him let his seed out deep inside you was irresistible. You bend down, entwining your arms around his shoulders, holding him close to you. "It's alright, let it all in, please!" You mumble in his ear. Hearing you say it was too much for him, he desperately needed to fill you up. Souichi took a tight grip of your hips, rutting his hips into yours relentlessly as you held on him for dear life "Souichi, please fill me up" you whined as his pace became more erratic. He sunk his teeth into your shoulder as he let out a throaty groan and brought your hips down against his, letting his hot seed fill your insides. Each throb of his cock sent a shudder up your spine, your legs trembling as you savored every drop of his semen. "Oh god, that felt so good..." You exhaled as you rest your head against his shoulder, giving him a small peck on his neck. Neither of you had the energy to get up, leaving you two breathless on the floor. "You really are quite something, miss" Souichi sighed underneath you as he petted your hair lazily. "Just Y/N." "Hmm?" "Just... Call me Y/N."

You both laid down in silence, before you lifted your head up slightly to look at his face.

“You really need to work on your stamina though...” You mumbled to him, making him groan in annoyance.

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"1,000, 2,000...." Souichi counted your money with a defeated expression on his face as you whistled a small tune cheerfully. "9,000. There you go." Souichi handed the money back to you dissatisfied. "Thank you very much!" You smiled, victorious, as you put your money back in your wallet. "Hmph, whatever..." Souichi grumbled as he took out a cigar, placing it between his teeth and lighting it. He emptied the small cash register as he started to count his profits for the day, mumbling and lost in his thoughts. You silently studied his face for a while, thinking. "Hey, old ma-, I mean, Souichi." "What is it now?" He asked, eyes fixed on the small piles of money. "I like you. Let's go out tomorrow, like a date. My treat." You turn your face away from him, trying to hide the slight redness of your cheeks. Souichi lifted his gaze up from the counter, looking at you with a surprised look on his face. "Uhm, y-yeah, I would love to!"