#there was also a point where he tried to distract me by saying another student was making fun of me

[aturinfortheworse]

Had the most incredible thrilling experience at work today, the experience I have been training for my entire life, and it was just as good as I hoped.

at lunch one of the other teacher aides was like "Urgh have you guys had any year 9s today? they all keep asking me 'miss hypothetically if 13% of people were committing 50% of the crimes what would you do?' which is obviously bait so I just keep telling them 'I'm not answering that.'"

and I try to restrain myself but I really do rant about this for a good fifteen minutes on our way to assembly

where a year 9 once again asks her this questions. and she comes and GETS ME and says "Hey did you wanna talk to those boys about the crime thing?"

DO I EVER. I sit down with the boys. They ask me the question. I say "Who established the laws in this scenario? Does one group of people control the laws?" so we quickly establish that we're talking about Australian law (which is weird bc this fact is from the US).

Then I ask "Why are they committing more crimes?" He doesn't know; he insists it's just a hypothetical. I ask him how we can be expected to solve a problem without knowing what causes it: he doesn't know.

"What kind of crimes are we talking about?" he doesn't know. "How do we know that 13% of people are committing the crimes? He doesn't know. I suggest that maybe 13% of people are being charged with 50% of the crimes; he agrees. Apparently this kid's friend said that we should kill the 13% of people; I suggest that maybe that would just leave us with the criminals who are better at not getting caught. Or maybe there's a bigger police presence in their area. Maybe the law affects them differently.

I point out that it's not just hypothetical. In Australia, Aboriginal people are disproportionately represented in prisons. Part of the reason for that (although not a main one i believe) is that Aboriginal communities can literally have different laws. The Northern Territory has bans on alcohol in some Aboriginal communities, which means there are more laws for them to break.

This kid is having the worst day of his life. I am having the best day of my life. My teacher aide friend is having a great time watching. Eventually I let him go free, but not before pointing out that hypotheticals are never just hypotheticals, that I understand he's only asking this because it's funny, but that when he does that he is spouting literal Nazi rhetoric. He is not a white student.

God I hope another student asks me, or even asks someone else within earshot of me, but I have a feeling they'll have lost interest.

[honeybuckin10]

Hospital Beds - a Hawks x fem!doctor!reader One Shot

Summary: Hawks heals more than his wings after the Paranormal Liberation War attacks [wc: 4.6k].  

Warnings: mentions of mental health struggles, mentions of character death, descriptions of wounds, swearing, angst, fluff, comfort, potentially unpopular Hawks opinions. characters slightly aged up.

a/n: started writing thinking this was gonna be cute and flirty, ended up taking a kind of serious turn (still otherwise cute and flirty with happy-ish ending). might do a spicier part 2 at some point. as always, don’t be a ghost reader pls and ty <3

Hawks’ eyes were focused on the window, lost in thought. There was a crowd gathered outside Central Hospital. From the muffled voices through the glass, it didn’t sound like they were there for support. He felt the span of his back against the hospital bed, a sensation both foreign and grounding. The space where his wings once were stung slightly at the contact, despite the heavy nerve blockers he assumed were administered earlier.

“Back again so soon?”

You broke him from his trance as you shut the door behind you. Your eyes immediately scanned his monitors, a pleasant smile never leaving your face.

“At some point, we really do have to get your heart rate checked out.”

He didn’t actually have a high heart rate. But the machines he was hooked up to always went crazy whenever he got sight of you. He was too embarrassed to say anything, though he wondered if you noticed why his charts never reflected any underlying conditions when his vitals were checked by others.

“You’re not a very good patient, you know. Though now that you can’t talk, perhaps you’ll actually listen.”

He tried to respond, but quickly remembered he couldn’t open his jaw, not very much at least. No sound came out of the small gap between his lips.

You had treated Hawks on several occasions now, usually after incidents involving fire. Most were minor. He’d come in and joke that he’d done it on purpose to see you. You’d roll your eyes, every now and then you’d even dignify him with an actual response: ‘nice try’. But his injuries now were unlike anything you’d ever seen. You knew it was bad when he didn’t try flirting with you. Then again, it’s not like he could even if he wanted to.

Your tone was light and breezy, but the furrow in your brow betrayed your façade.

“I’m only joking, of course. But in all seriousness, your trachea was severely damaged from the smoke inhalation during the attack. Fortunately you narrowly avoided respiratory failure, but you won’t be able to use your voice for a couple of weeks. Lucky for you, technology has advanced enough that you won’t have to carry around a notepad everywhere you go. We recommend using the voice app on your phone.”

You handed him his cell phone, when Hawks noticed a plastic bag of personal items behind you with unknown origins. You followed his eyes to see what was distracting him.

“Oh yes, a young man named Tokoyami brought you a change of clothes and some other things you may need while you were out. Said he was your mentee.” You paused, searching for some kind of reaction. You thought it might brighten his spirits. His eyes widened somewhat, but there was still no smile. “It’s clear you’ve had a big impact on him.”

Tokoyami. His mentee. A child. More memories of the battlefield came flooding back. Twice. Dabi. He knew you hoped that bringing up his pupil would put him at ease. But Hawks was suddenly overwhelmed with guilt that he had put the student is such a dangerous situation.

“I also spoke with Dermatology. They informed me that sixteen percent of your body is covered with third degree burns, another twenty percent second degree, and twenty-two percent first degree. Given the severity and location of the burns, you’re also at risk of developing contractures that could compress your airways in the future so we’ll need to keep a close eye on that. Once your wraps come off, they’ve prescribed you a topical treatment that you’re to use three times a day until everything is healed. You’ll also be started on an oral antibiotic immediately, which you’re to take for three weeks.”

He attempted to use his new voice.

“What about wings?” You took a deep breath. Not good.

“I’m getting to that. I’m going to adjust your bed a little first. Are you able to lean forward?” He nodded as the bed rose up and the angle of his back moved more upright. He winced, unable to hide his discomfort but did as you instructed.

“I’m sorry, I know this is painful for you. I’m going as quickly as I can.” You talked through how you were examining his dressings, that his biggest risk at the moment was that the wounds would get infected, and that the dressings would need to be changed again before the end of the day.

“I think they will grow back. But it will be painful and it will be slow. You must be patient during this time and you’ll have to stay out of the field for a while. I’d recommend taking a well-deserved break until they’re fully healed.”

Bedrest sounded like Hawks’ personal hell. He only nodded his head. He didn’t have the energy to protest.

“You’ll also need to go through a psychiatric evaluation before rejoining field.”

Hawks let out a muffled groan. You let out an exasperated laugh.

“Really, you didn’t make a peep when I was examining your open wounds but you draw the line at psych eval?” You watched as he typed out his next thought.

“Waste of time.” Your eyes softened.

“First of all, this is standard procedure. Endeavor, Mirko, Eraserhead, all those UA students are going to have to get one too. Second, even if it wasn’t, what you – what you’ve all gone through would cause even the strongest soldier some kind of stress. We want to make sure that you’re all in the right headspace so that you’re the most prepared you can be going against whatever this enemy is. You have to take care of yourself first before you can take care of others.”

Hawks sat there a moment in silence, absorbing your words. Wondering whether you would be so sympathetic and kind if you knew the truth. He began typing.

“I killed someone,” the unnatural voice said. It came from him, but it didn’t feel like him. It echoed against the walls of the sterile room, void of emotion.

You pulled a chair next to his bed so that you were slightly below his eye level.

“I heard. That must be a lot to carry.”

“You hate me.”

“I don’t.”

“I’m a bad person.”

“You’re not.” You paused, choosing your next words carefully for the fragile hero. “I don’t know what your world is like. I wasn’t there so I don’t know exactly what happened. But I do know that we are both in the business of saving lives, albeit in different ways. My guess is you made a split second decision on what was in the mission’s best interest to save the lives of your colleagues and ultimately the lives of civilians. Nobody has a crystal ball to know whether that was the best or right choice. But it was a life or death situation, and you did the best you could in the moment. It’s natural to feel remorse and guilt, but you can’t let it debilitate you for the rest of your life either.”

What right did you have to comment on such things?

“You’ve never killed someone,” he countered.

“I have. In my OR. There are some people that can’t be saved, no matter how hard you try.”

“I think he was a good person,” he typed, wondering if that negated everything you just said.

“Good people do bad things all the time. It doesn’t make them bad people.” He sighed, swallowing the searing pain as harsh air passed through his lungs. You watched closely as the hero studied his bandaged hands, refusing to make eye contact. “For now, the best thing you can do for yourself and Japan is rest. We need you.”

He sat with your words. It didn’t dawn on him until long after you left the room that you weren’t just talking about Twice.

-

As you warned, the days passed at a glacial pace. He didn’t enjoy how quickly he acclimated to talking through his phone. He had growing pains from the nubs of his wings that began to poke through his skin. Each day brought a revolving door of doctors and healers and other specialists, by whom he was constantly poked and prodded and observed. Hawks hated every minute of it. Almost every minute.

You came in daily to monitor the progress of his wings. It was the most painful part of his recovery. But you entered his room with a smile and sunny disposition, like you weren’t about to inflict torture on him for thirty minutes. The air hurt his exposed back when you removed the old bandages. It stung when you applied antiseptic to cleanse the area. It felt like he was going to pass out when you ran your gloved fingers along the growth that was coming in. He felt all the more pathetic laying on his stomach as you did your work.

But you did your best to distract him with bad jokes and hospital gossip. Not that you had to put in that much effort. Your presence was distracting enough.

On the fourth day after the battle, you finally got a chuckle out him. What’s black and white and black and white and black and white? He shrugged as you applied ointment. A penguin falling down the stairs. You quickly realized that your methods may have been faulty as his laugh devolved into a coughing fit, his lungs still weak.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Try to remember your box breathing.”

He held his breath at the top of his inhale. Four, three, two, one. Exhale. Four, three, two, one. He repeated this for a minute before his breath finally returned to normal. He gave a thumbs up. I’m ok.

Relief washed over your face. “I’m sorry I made you choke on air. But glad to see you in better spirits today.” He began typing.

“I’m always in good spirits when you’re around.” You bit back a smile no one could see as you started redressing the incoming wings.

“Ah, there he is. Yeah, you’re definitely starting to feel better.”

“Can’t you tell? I’m the pinnacle of health.” The gallows humor was hard to miss despite the monotone robotic voice, the statement in stark contrast to his fully bandaged and hospitalized body.

“You will be, soon enough.” You finished applying new bandages. “That’s it for me today, unless there’s anything else you want to share.”

“Capricorn. 27. Single –“

“Yeah, yeah, very funny.” You pulled off your disposable gloves, turning to hide the blush creeping up your neck. “I already knew that from your chart. Nice try,” you teased.

“Didn’t know you were stalking me.”

“Goodbye Hawks, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You knew your faux sternness was hardly believable, as you caught him wink before you closed the door.

-

Two days later you bumped into Hawks and Best Jeanist in the hallway. You broke into a wide grin when you noticed the two heroes, pleasantly surprised to see just how much progress your patient had made in such a short time.  

“Good morning gentlemen.”

“Good morning Dr. y/l/n,” Best Jeanist said with a small bow. Hawks was visibly confused about his formality.

“Please, there’s no need for that. It’s just good to see you back in the land of the living.” Best Jeanist helped fill in the gaps for his perplexed cohort.

“Hawks, Dr. y/l/n was part of the team who developed the drugs to put me in a temporary death-like state to convince Dabi that you’d killed me. We can thank her for setting us up for success to get you undercover.” Hawks knew he missed out on a lot during his covert mission, but had no idea how many parties were involved outside the ordinary network of hero agencies and the Commission. You blushed at the praise.

“It was nothing, really. You guys are the ones doing all the hard work.”

“Truly, we are in your debt,” Best Jeanist piled on. You weren’t used to so much flattery and you had a job to do so you tried to end the conversation.

“Anyways, I have to get to my next patient. Jeanist, keep an eye on your partner. It’s good for him to walk around a little bit but make sure he doesn’t overdo it.”

“I won’t let him out of my sight.” He gave another bow.

“I’m right here,” Hawks typed, unamused by the turn of the exchange.

“I’ll see you in a few hours, Hawks,” you yelled over your shoulder before disappearing down the next corridor.

The session later that day was nothing out of the ordinary. The nubs sprouting from his back had formed into tiny but well-defined wings and he was able to sit up during exams as opposed to lying face down on the hospital bed. All signs of positive progress.

He watched wistfully as you documented your observations, swaying his legs off the side of the bed like a child.

“They’re coming in quite nicely, I’m really happy with where you’re at.”

“Great what do I need to sign to get out of here?”

“Ahhh not so fast. You have to stay at least another two days and even once you’re discharged, you most certainly are not ready to return to active duty.” He pouted underneath his respirator mask.

“You’re no fun.”

“Sorry, just doing my job.” You proceeded to check his other vitals before heading out. First you took off his mask to check his lymph nodes, pressing your fingers firmly against the outer side of his jaw, moving down his neck. He was acutely aware of the lone thin layer of latex that separated you. He couldn’t stop the warmth that crept up his face, thankful that most of it was still covered. His flushed cheeks may have been under wraps, but he couldn’t hide his quickened pulse from you. You put on your stethoscope and instructed him to breathe deeply a few times, the cold metal circle moving from his upper back, to lower back, to his chest.  

Your brow furrowed in confusion. “Your lungs are sounding better but your heart’s beating like crazy.”

He feigned surprise, which was much easier when he didn’t have to control his own voice. “Really? That’s odd, no one else’s said anything.”

You pulled up his chart again to check the inputs of all the other practitioners who’ve treated the hero since his arrival at Central Hospital. All values normal.

“On a scale from one to ten, how much pain are you in at this point?”

“Two or three.”

“Are you feeling nervous about anything?” He chewed his lower lip trying to think of a way to get out of this, knowing that if he said no you would run more tests which would be unnecessary and prolong his stay.

“Yes,” he lied. Kind of. He actually was a little nervous, though definitely not for the reason you likely thought. You brought your chair next to his bed again.

“Do you want to talk about it?” A loaded question.

“No.” The good thing about talking through his phone and the mask was that he could get away with saying less. Sympathetic people tended to not ask follow up questions.

“Okay. Well, you know I’m always here if you ever want to talk.” You spoke slowly, your reassuring voice laced with uncertainty. It was difficult to get a read on him when you couldn’t hear the tone of his voice or see his face. “Do you have any questions?” He nodded.

“Will you go on a date with me?” You almost choked on your own saliva. You blushed, but forced yourself to remain stoic.

“I’m very flattered, but there are strict protocols against physician-patient relationships.” Your stern message was undercut by your stammering, high pitched squeak.

“What if I promise to never get hurt again?” You tried not to smile, knowing it would only egg him on. You were failing.

“You shouldn’t be making promises you can’t keep.”

“What if I find a different doc?”

“You’ve gotten awfully good at talking through your phone,” you muttered under your breath.

“Can’t hear you.” Despite his mostly covered face, you could tell from the crinkle around his eyes that he was enjoying every moment of this interrogation.

“I-I’d have to take it up with the Board of Ethics.”

“That’s not a no.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Can I say one more thing?” You sighed, bracing yourself for whatever nonsense he was about to spew.

“I’d rather you didn’t but legally I think I have to say yes.” You watched as his thumbs frantically moved over the keyboard.

“Thank you for taking care of Best Jeanist. This operation wouldn’t’ve gotten so far without him or you.”

“Oh.” Your felt your heartbeat in your throat. “Again, just doing my job. Glad I could help.” You fiddled with some papers. “Let’s try this one more time. Do you have any other questions… about your health.”

Hawks shook his head, looking exceptionally pleased with himself. Despite the fact that you wanted to scold him for the bizarre interaction, you were reassured by his pleasant disposition, one you hadn’t seen since he arrived.

“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

-

Tomorrow rolled around but you entered an empty sterile room, bed ready for a new patient. After a few seconds your confusion passed and you saw red.

You stormed down the hall in search for any hospital staff, until a poor resident had the unfortunate luck of being in your path.

“Where the hell is my patient?”

“I-I’m sorry?”

“Room 3409. Yesterday my patient was there and today the room is empty. He wasn’t ready to be discharged so where is he?”

“I-I-I don’t know ma’am, I’m sorry.”

“Dr. y/l/n, this is a hospital, not wrestlemania if you could keep it down please. And stop traumatizing the junior residents.” Hawks’ pulmonologist emerged from his office and tried to placate you. You glowered at the first young doctor as he silently excused himself from the conversation that was definitely beyond his paygrade.  

“Please tell me he got moved to a different wing.”

“I’m afraid not.” He spoke again before you could let out another outburst. “I warned him of the risks of a premature discharge, to which he insisted he was feeling fine and that those were risks he was willing to take. I had him fill out some paper work and a consent form and he left this morning.” Your nostrils flared as you silently seethed.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that so I don’t have to report you. Oh, and one more thing…” The doctor took a deep breath before proceeding, worried he may end up the subject of your wrath. “This is probably terrible timing, but – he requested to take you off his care team,” your eyes widened “…and should he be re-hospitalized that you not be involved.”

“WHAT?” You continued mumbling a string of profanities under your breath. The doctor continued slowly and calmly.

“He made it very clear it had nothing to do with the quality of care he received from you. But he uh, mentioned something about a potential conflict of interest.” He took a step back as you burned an imaginary hole through his head with your retinas. “I cannot emphasize enough how much I do not want to know any more information about this.”

“There is no more information about it because it doesn’t exist!” You wanted to scream. “Fuck him. Fuck you. Fuck this hospital. I’msosorryItakethoselasttwoback.” You stomped your foot down like a petulant child before storming off. “FUCK!”

-

By the next day you had cooled off, that is, until you saw Hawks loitering outside Endeavor’s room as you were making your rounds.

“YOU!” you boomed. Hawks’ excitement to see you was quickly replaced with fear as you approached and you were close enough that he could see the rage steaming off you.

“Hey doc,” he said sheepishly.

“Don’t you ‘hey doc’ me.” You were very close to his face. He was sure he would’ve felt your breath if he didn’t have the stupid respirator mask on. For a split second he thought about taking it off but realized that would only further enrage you. “What the hell were you thinking?”

He began typing but you swatted his hand before he could answer. “Ow.”

“And you –“ Best Jeanist would be the next recipient of your verbal lashings. “You said you would keep an eye on him. Liar.”

Hawks had never seen his colleague scared before, but there was a first for everything.

“He just wanted to come for a ride-along, I promise he stayed in the car the whole time!”

“I have never been more disappointed,” you said in a low voice. Best Jeanists bowed.

“I am very ashamed and deeply regret my actions. I am sorry.” That seemed to pacify you momentarily. You returned your wrath to Hawks.

“I told you you’re not ready to return to the field. And now I hear you’re refusing to receive treatment from me? I cannot explain to you how embarrassed and insulted I am.” You allowed him time to type this time as Best Jeanist stood there as witness, desperately wishing for the floor to open below and swallow him whole.

“You’re right. I’m not ready. But this enemy is moving too quickly, time is of the essence. I’m in good enough shape that I can help off the field. I’m sorry I went against your professional judgement.” You continued to glare at him with pursed lips.

“And?”

“And I was being proactive. I’m taking you on that date.” Your face flushed immediately while the avian hero somehow remained shameless. You did your best to maintain your composure.

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise.” You crossed your arms defensively.

“After a stunt like this, I wouldn’t be so sure. Plus, since you’ve already taken it upon yourself to be discharged I’m not sure why you’re even here.”

“Now that we know about the Todoroki family connection to Dabi, we need to gather intel. Also need to consolidate info from those at the Jaku Hospital attack. Off-field work, if you will.” Your eyes narrowed, only to be met with undeterred playful golden irises.

“Fine, I’ll allow it. But I feel the need to make it known that I’m not happy about it.” The injured hero smiled again.

“Thanks, doc.”

“Again, our sincerest apologies for the mishap.” Best Jeanist did his best to make up for his companion’s clear lack of repentance.

You only gave the heroes a parting glare as you walked away.  

The rest of the day passed, otherwise uneventful but long and exhausting. You kept a professional and pleasant face for the benefit of your patients, but it was getting hard to maintain after all you’d seen in the last seven days since the attacks. Yes, there were cases of miraculous recoveries in the face of overwhelming trauma. But far more frequent were lives that were forever altered by all that had transpired, not just for patients themselves but all the other souls connected to those individuals. The hospital was at capacity, and each bed represented not just one person but a web of lives that now had to face a new crippling reality. If you thought about it too much you could cry – which you did, in the nearest break room or supply closet if had even just two minutes between appointments. Thus, your favorite part of the day became doing paperwork in your office at the end of your shift. It was methodical and soothing, and allowed you to disassociate.

It was at that moment when you were enjoying your oasis that an intern rushed into your office, disturbing your peace.

“There’s an emergency on the top floor, you need to come quick.” You immediately got up and followed her down the hall and up the elevator, asking clarifying questions about the situation.

But when you entered the room in question, all you saw was a picnic blanket on the hospital bed, two champagne flutes, a bottle, and the number two hero. The intern shrank in the doorway.

“I’m really sorry, he said he would send me a bunch of merch if I could get you here.”

“You’ve got to be joking.” You rubbed your temples, hoping it would transport you to another dimension where you never went to medical school and thus would not be here. “You are not to accept a single thing from him, do you understand?” The intern nodded aggressively. “Now go, I’m sure you have better places to be, ideally with a patient who actually needs help.” The intern scurried away without another word.

“And you,” now turning to Hawks. “Bribing medical professionals? Super illegal.”

“Sorry.” His mischievous eyes said otherwise, clearly undeterred by your scolding. You scoffed.

“No you’re not.” He shrugged. You took a closer look at the set up. “Seems kinda wasteful, doesn’t it? You can’t even drink.”

He turned the bottle to show the label. Sparkling nonalcoholic cider. The corners of your lips tugged upwards, threatening to betray your steely exterior.

 Any semblance of a smile quickly vanished, however, when he removed his respirator mask.

“What are you –“ He spoke before you could protest or before he lost his nerves.

“I’m going to be gone for a really long time after today. I don’t know when I’ll be back. Or if I’ll be back.” He cautiously grabbed your hands. “Regardless of which it is, I really want to make sure I don’t break any promises.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in when he paused. You suddenly found it hard to keep eye contact.

“This is a hospital, not the Make A Wish Foundation.” Despite your icy response, you made no effort to pull your hands away from him. He gently rolled his thumb over your knuckles, trying to memorize every ridge and crease.

Most of his face was still covered in bandages, but you liked that you could now see how his lips curved into a lopsided smirk, punctuated by laugh lines that formed around the corners of his mouth. You liked knowing that you were responsible for it. Your mind concocted imaginary circumstances of other things you could do to get him to make the same perfect expression.  Your eyes lifted to meet his when you were done daydreaming.

“I thought they were one in the same.” He was insufferable. His arms fell to his sides when you separated yourself from him. For a moment he almost looked like the defeated shell of himself that was in your care a week ago. But it was quickly washed with relief when he saw you grab the bottle.

“You are the worst patient I’ve ever had.” A satisfying *pop* echoed in the room. He knew your words were hallow, as your acquiescence was rewarded with the hero’s bright eyes and heartfelt smile that made your heart beat in time with the little bubbles that evaporated around you. You handed him a glass of cider, his fingers ghosting over yours as he took the flute from you that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Then it’s a good thing I’m not your patient anymore.”

[multific]

In the High of the Feeling

Mattheo Riddle x Cat Animagus!Reader

Warning: smut, tiny blood play, a hint of breeding kink

Summary: Much like for many animals, heat season was right around the corner for you as well.

A/N: This one has a little Omegaverse feel to it. I did try and make it different but there are similarities. Both parties are +18! 

A/N: This can be read as part 2 of this piece.

Being an animagus had its ups and downs.

Your loving and helpful boyfriend, Mattheo was definitely a bonus.

He would help with any difficulties or tried his best to help. No one in the school knew, none of the students beside him at least.

It hadn't been that long since the two of you got together and he realized your secret.

This will be the first spring the two of you will spend together and you were... for a lack of a better word, nervous.

Extremely nervous.

You knew what spring brought.

It brought a new start. Flowers bloom and animals... yeah.

It was rare for an animagus to be so tied to their animalistic side. But you were.

And with spring, came your heat.

A week where you would have the strongest desire to have offsprings.

Ever since you hit puberty, the feeling was there, but lately, as you got older, the feeling got stronger.

And now, that you had a boyfriend, you knew your body and mind will go crazy, you needed to stay away from Mattheo and you needed a way to explain this to him to the best of your ability.

But how do you explain to a horny guy that he needs to stay away from you because for once it will be you who wants to have sex all the time? With the purpose of getting pregnant.

You couldn't let that happen, you were too young.

You understood it was only nature, but still... no.

"Babe? BABE!" the yell made you snap back into reality as you looked at your boyfriend sitting across you by the table. "You have been distracted lately. Do you have another man or something?"

"Nothing like that... it's-"

"Is it a cat-thing?" he asked as he popped a slice of apple into his mouth.

"Actually, yes." you looked around, making sure no one was there to hear you. "Spring is coming." you said with a low voice and he made a face then a sudden realization. You hoped he would understand.

"You are right! More Quidditch!" you wanted to slap him.

You pinched the bridge of your nose as you let out a long sigh.

"No." you said not opening your eyes to look at him.

"No? Then what Princess? You have to go home for the break or something?"

"My heat is coming." you said, straight up, since you knew dancing around the subject won't help.

"What's that?" you finally opened your eyes and looked at him.

You shouldn't have expected for him to understand.

"Spring brings new life. Flowers bloom and animals..." his eyes grew big with realization. "Professor McGonaghall said she would give me a potion to keep my... needs at bay but apparently the very flower that you would need blooms after my heat would be over so..."

"I'm too young to be a father." was what he ended up saying.

"So am I. It's nature, unfortunately, I can't do anything with it. I will have the week off, I already spoke with the teachers. I have so many things to do. I just wanted to tell you to please just... for that week stay away from me. I wouldn't be able to control myself and... I wouldn't want to force you."

"First of all, you would never force me. I do understand your point now, but I'm also very curious. Tell me more about it. What happens? Does it hurt? What do you do? Do you touch yourself?" you could see in his eyes he was genuinely interested.

"It hurts, unfortunately, yes. But it's a very different pain from like a wound. I would say it's like a heartbreak and a broken leg at the same time. I always have a little area that I put together so I can stay there. I put soft things... pillows, blankets and- Oh that reminds me, can I borrow a shirt from you? Your scent might help me." he only nodded as he listened, he was more interested than ever. "So, yeah I just... I do touch myself, yes. It helps with the pain. I'm just worried about what might happen this time."

"Why?" he reached out on the table and held your hand in his. "What would happen this time?"

"Well, now I have you. I have a partner and my body knows that. So I'm nervous about what would happen this time."

"I see. I will give you the shirts. Many of them. When does this... heat start?"

"You can't really pinpoint it out, it's like a period but it should be this weekend/next week that it starts." you smiled at him, happy he didn't find it disgusting or anything.

"I will bring you my clothes tomorrow then."

"Thank you." but he didn't know, you thanked him for another reason.

The next morning you woke up with a strange feeling. Your foggy mind didn't even realize what was happening. You found yourself thinking more and more about your boyfriend, more specifically, him naked.

You were thankful that last night you at least build your comfort place on your bed.

Your entire body felt hot and your mind could only think of one thing.

The dirtiest images flashed in your mind.

You only ever slept with Mattheo a couple times, but now it was all you could think about.

How soft his skin was, how you could run your fingers over his scars, letting him know that it was okay.

How he smelled and felt like.

How amazing he made you feel as he just kept rolling his hips with a steady rhythm. 

The images flooded your mind as your imagination ran wild.

You wanted him to ravish you. 

To completely fill you up and have your own litter. 

You were going insane. You let out a soft moan when there was a knock on your door.

"Princess? I brought the shirts I promised." his voice, his nice voice, his intoxicating voice.

You felt your ears and tail pop out, you felt your eyes change.

You were gone. Your most basic instincts took over as you walked to that door and opened it.

He was saying something, you saw his gorgeous lips move. But you were far too gone to hear it.

When he looked at you, confused, you pulled him in and locked the door behind him, you pulled on his hair, kissing him with all you had.

Your cat-like teeth managed to scare his lips as you now tasted a little blood along with the tobacco he always smoked.

Your hands found his tie as you began to take off his clothes one by one.

"Hey, hey, slow down." he said as he pulled back as he laughed a little.

"You have too many layers." you said, not even looking at him as you began to undo his belt. That is when he jumped back, keeping you at arm's length.

"Why are your ears out?" you put your hand on his forearm as his hand was on your shoulder.

"I need you." you said with the most intoxicating voice Mattheo had ever heard. He did hear you say those words before. He did make you say and moan many things but this. this was different.

Your voice was filled with lust.

"Oh shit, this is it right? Your heat. Fuck." Mattheo looked around, he knew, he needed to go. NOW. "I-I have to... go." he said but by the time he finished you were completely nude in front of him. His eyes were glued to your body.

Men are such easy creatures.

"Matty, I need you." you said again as he looked into your eyes. 

"Okay... Okay. I-I have condoms."

"Noooo." you walked over to him, you put your hands around his neck as your mouths were only inches apart. "I need you to fill me up. I want to feel it ooze out."

He grabbed your waist with both hands.

It was all too much for him, he felt himself getting harder by the second.

"I'm so wet Matty, please." he had to gulp, he looked away from you and noticed the arranged pillows on your bed. While he was thinking you took the opportunity to make your final move.

He watched as you walked away from him and towards your bed. With your back to him, you knelt down on the bed and moved to lay down with your ass up in the air. You reached under your body and with two fingers you spread your lips, showing him your wet cunt. Then you moved one finger in and dragged it down, letting out a moan as you touched your clit.

"Please, Mattheo." is all you needed to say as you looked at him with your head on the bed.

He lost.

Thankfully he still had the mind to put on the protection.

"Nooo. No condom." you said but he didn't hear you, his focus was on your pussy. 

He jerked himself twice before grabbing your hips and slowly pulling you back, filling you up.

Just what you have been craving for.

You both let out a long moan as he filled you fully. You were finally a little satisfied, feeling his balls slapping onto your skin as his huge cock filled you up to your stomach.

He started off slow, keeping his focus as he felt your tail wrap around his leg then move up his back.

He needed to have control.

You were in a very vulnerable state. He had to remind himself.

But it seemed almost useless because every time you looked into his eyes, his common sense failed him.

Especially when he felt you beginning to move back onto him with rough movements.

"Fuck." he said as he watched you fuck yourself on his cock. "Shit, Babe." but you were a moaning mess. 

If he was far too gone, you were beyond.

"Wait." he said as he almost came, in his nearing high, he grabbed the base of your tail which made you yelp in surprise. "Sorry." he said, knowing how sensitive it was, he ran his hand up your spine. feeling the curve in which you were laying.

He loved it.

He loved you.

You patiently waited for him to began moving again, and when he did, oh how magnificent it was.

His movements were fast, you were sure his fingers will leave their marks but you didn't care.

All you wanted is to feel him fill you up.

Then he grabbed your hair and pulled back on it a little. The room was filled with the noises of skin slapping against skin and moaning.

His name was all you could say as he groaned and moaned. 

Once again you moved your tail around him as he moved you, laying you down onto your stomach, as he put a pillow under it, raising the place he wanted to reach the most. Your fingers entangled with the sheets as he moved back inside you. His two hands by your side as he continued to ruin your pussy.

"So good." he said. "So fucking good. Look at me." and you obliged, looking at him with your cat-like eyes as he was nearing his end. 

"Matty, I'm close." you said as you started to feel the familiar knot in your belly.

Upon hearing that Mattheo knew he needed to set a pace he can keep so you can cum.

He focused on you and you alone, he moved and kissed your shoulder as he felt you tighten.

"Come for me, Kitten." he whispered into your ear as you came with a loud cry. Or, you would have but he put his hand onto your mouth, he felt your sharp teeth gaze along his fingers but he couldn't care.

You felt so tight, warm and wet.

And feeling you cum around him did the trick.

He came with a small shake and a moan as he emptied himself into the condom. However, his instincts did the trick. After, he made long movements as if he was filling you with his cum. Slow and deliberate movements with his softening cock. 

It felt like heaven.

You finally came to your senses a lot more but when you felt him placing kisses along your spine, you knew he wanted this as much as you did.

You seduced him, but you didn't feel guilty about it. 

It seemed that only for a moment he left you but soon he was laying by your side as he put a blanket over the two of you.

"I could get used to this." he said as you cuddled into his side. "You are so sexy."

"It comes with the heat too, I put off a scent which is attractive for men."

"Nah. It was more than that. You were sexy before. We should have done this earlier, I didn't know you could take it so rough."

"I love you." you said as you closed your eyes, ready for a nap before you need your next round.

"I love you too, Princess. I think I could get used to this. Every year, a week where you cannot keep your hands off of me."

"Two." you said with a very drowsy voice.

"Huh?"

"I have heats twice a year. So, two weeks."

Mattheo looked at the ceiling. 

He knew he will need a lot more condoms, he suspected you will wake up within an hour or so and he needed to be ready.

But he can definitely get used to this.

Twice a year.

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Studying can't wait, and neither can he

Synopsis: Boyfriend Bokuto comes over to your dorm when you’re in the middle of studying for finals. He sees that you’re visibly stressed and decides to help you under your desk while you study.

Authors Notes: I recently reblogged a bokuto smut where bokuto finds out you're wearing strawberry shortcake panties and eats you out to filth, but you're just buddy ol pals and I love that- so I was inspired~

There are two words that every college student dreads. Finals Week. You are in fact one of those college students that is absolutely dreading the hellish week. You know you need to study, but you really don't want too. You've been pushing it off for the last week and the deadlines are drawing near. In an effort to be responsible, you stop procrastinating and decide to study.

You shout to your roommates that you're studying and to not bother you. They agree and wish you luck. You smile say thanks and get to work. Popping in your headphones you tune out any distractions. That is until your boyfriend decides to make an unsolicited visit. No texts. No calls. Just shows up out of nowhere.

Startled would be the nicest way to put it when your boyfriend busted open your door shouting your name and giving you a hug. You did scream. You can tell your roommates tried to stop him by them standing in shock in the doorway. They looked at eachother and back at you. Seeing your sully expression they spoke first.

"Uh...we'll let you guys talk this one out!" One of your roommates spoke up while pushing the other towards their room out of sight.

Bokuto looks and closes the door before turning to you.. He had jumped at your yelp and immediately apologizes. "Y/n! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!" He goes in for a hug that keeps you seated in your chair as you let out a long sigh. Swiveling around you give him a stern look.

"It's okay, I know you didn’t mean to scare me. You didn't give me a warning though! You just busted in here out of nowhere while I was trying to study!" He stood before you with a sickly cute frown and puppy dog eyes. You felt bad about scolding him for just trying to be a loving boyfriend. You stood from your chair and put your hands on either side of his face holding him close. "Look, I'm not mad. Just remember to send a text next time okay?"

He nodded profusely while holding your hips bringing you in for another hug. You squeeze him tightly for a few seconds before pulling away.

"I have an exam tomorrow and I really need to study. You have two options." He looks down at you as you hold up two fingers. "One. You can sit on my bed and wait patiently for me to get done then we can cuddle and watch a movie when I'm finished." He immediately nodded. "Option number two is that you can go back to your dorm and I'll text you when I'm done."

"No, no I'd rather sit here with you and wait. I like your company even if you aren't saying anything." Dear god he is so precious.

"Okay. Here's some headphones you can use and feel free to also use my blanket. It's a little chilly." You said pointing to the blanket rolled up on top of your mattress.

"Okay!!" He said planting a kiss on your cheek and practically hurling himself onto your bed. The screams of the springs make you cringe but you can't help but smile at his pretty face.

Turning around you get back to work and start to shuffle through your notes trying to find that specific paragraph that has the answers to your last topic for the exam. You've been looking for this stupid section for at least 10 minutes, flipping and flipping pages without any luck. It should be here. You remember writing it down, so where is it? You can feel yourself tensing up but you can't stop growing more furious by the minute. Letting out many sighs and groans of distress you shouldn't be surprised when your boyfriend comes down and gives you a hug from behind and plants kisses on your cheek.

"Not the time Bo." You cut him short of his affection. You're in the zone and plan to stay there until you find that god damn paragraph.

"You seem upset. It's not good to study when you're upset. You won't remember anything other than being mad." Your heart swells at the way he says it. You can feel the hurt laced in his voice, the concern.

"Bo, I have to. If I don't find this part there's a good chance I'll fail this exam tomorrow." You shake your head turning to him. "I know you're worried about me being stressed but I'd be more stressed if I wasn't studying. I just need to find this section and I promise I'll give you attention and take a break." You try to turn around but he holds you in place, his and your face nose to nose.

"What if you took a little break? It'll help you calm down enough to help you study after. Maybe even help find that paragraph cause your head will be clear." He looks like a kicked puppy with the pout on his face.

"Fine, but only five minutes. You wanna cuddle?" You ask looking up at him.

"No. I wanna eat you out." How crass. He states that as if it was obvious! His hands make their way towards your pajama pants.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what?" You say startled grabbing his hands. "What's all this about? I thought you just wanted to cuddle and watch a movie?" Looking down at his face you can see a little sparkle in his big bright eyes.

"No, you said we could cuddle and watch a movie. Which I'd love to do, but I'd also love to eat you out." He said hands massaging your hips. The feel of his tight grip has a shiver running up your spine, or was it the cold air from the fan? Either way, his handsome face was pretty convincing.

"Okay, but like you said only five minutes. And you better make me cum." You say teasingly, a small smirk on your face as you lift your legs over his shoulders.

"When have I not sweetheart?" A smirk spread across his cheeks as he starts peeling off your shorts. He flings them over his shoulders when he finally gets them off making you chuckle as he takes in the fact that you weren’t wearing any panties. “Naughty naughty girl.”

Before you could retort back he dove down and all you could do is let out a squeal. Tongue flicking up and down on your clit as his middle finger circles your hole. You gasp as his middle and pointer finger sink into your pussy. Pumping slow and steady at the same pace of his tongue sucking on your clit. You check your timer and it’s down to 3 minutes 26 seconds.

“Three minutes bo.” Your voice gives out on you in this moment, your statement coming out in between pants. Your hand finds his hair digging into his scalp a little harder than anticipated. Bokuto can’t help the groan he let out, you sounded so pathetic. You looked so strung out from his tongue and two fingers alone. He always loved watching you take his cock. He groaned against your pussy again as his cock throbbed hard against his other palm.

Your head rolls back as his fingers begin to curl delicately, desperately against your walls. You clench around his fingers hard. It feels so damn delicious.

“Don’t fucking stop!” You beg beginning to grind against his face. He closes his eyes trying his best not to cream his pants. Sucking a little faster and pumping the same steady rhythm, going opposite of your hips. You see white as you feel your walls spasm against his fingers. Fuck.

“Bo I’m cumming!” You whimper out. He doesn’t stop. He keeps going until you shudder under his touch a little sensitive but mainly horny. You pull his face out of your pussy and he finally looks you in the eyes. He’s love drunk.

“What are you doing? The five minutes isn’t up!” He stammers coming up from between your legs and kisses you hard.

“You could masterbate over my pussy?” You stop leaning over to check the timer.

“A minute fifty five left.” You say almost like a question. He can’t resist when you flutter your pretty lashes up at him.

He finds himself standing up and pulling his dick out in less than a millisecond. He’s stroking himself over your pretty swollen pussy running against your red clit. You let out a tiny moan, not wanting your roommates to hear these antics. You both find each other’s eyes, list filled tension filled the gap between you. Even with the cold fan pointed right on you both, you were both hot to the touch. Right as the timer goes off he moans slightly to loud and busts all over your clit. You moan quieter than him and grab his throat pulling him into a deep kiss. You fumble for your phone to turn off the alarm and separate from the kiss.

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STUDYING WITH THEM !!

all of my characters i write for + my ocs!!

pt one

warnings;; gn! reader, cigarette and weed smoking, age of the reader will differ depending on the character, high school/ college student! reader, fluff to the extreme, so sweet you'll get cavities.

(a/n) since it's back-to-school season, I'm terrified for anyone and everyone in school, so have this as a soft reminder that school is coming or is already here !!

THE LOST BOYS

David;

do NOT go to david if you need help studying, he will not help you focus, he'll do the opposite

he is a fucking menace

your attention isn't on him, so he's clearly upset

he is chain smoking cigarettes as he attempts to distract you

"y/n, why are you taking so long?" "cuz you're not helping me at all, unlike i asked you to."

you've got two options, ignore him and have problems later, or risk failing

funniest thing about all this, I hc that david was once a college student

^ obviously when he was still alive but whatever

but i'm a strong believer that he was a history major

do NOT ask him to help you if you are a history major, he will bully you, and he will not help you at all

to conclude, don't study around him and don't ask him for help at all, it will be the worst and most stressful experience of your life

Paul;

he is so AHHHHH! i love paul so much, you don't understand

anyways, he is so helpful, unlike some people

he is asking you questions, reading your notes, and much more

blessing on earth frfr

he is so sweet and rewarding, every time you get something right, you get a small reward

whether it be a kiss, a small hickey, or a chance to sit in his lap

he wants his love to succeed in life, so he is very, VERY dedicated to his job as an at home tutor

even though he has no fucking idea what you are studying

sometimes he is stoned while he helps you and it isn't all that helpful, he'll fuck up on his words and will definitely confuse you

but in conclusion, he is much more helpful than previous people, and he cares a lot more about you succeeding, i love him so much

Marko;

lord help me, he is so unbothered

he won't help you unless you ask him

even when you do ask him, he will do the bare minimum

he is begging and pleading for you to quit studying and cuddle him and kiss him

like bro, please

anyways, when he does help you, he'll read you the textbook in the most teenage boy way ever

he is struggling to read the most basic words ever

learning disability marko my beloved

but he is constantly asking you to tell him how to read and pronounce the words to the point where it feels like you're the one helping him study

"babe please, how do you say this?" "babe please, please!"

if you don't help him, i swear to god

in conclusion, marko tries when you want him to help but just know, that you'll be his tutor more than he'll be yours

Dwayne;

husband

anyways... he is such a sweetheart when he helps you

lemme set the scene cuz lord

you're sitting on his lap, you're textbook in hand, his arm around your waist and his head on your shoulder

he's softly reading to you as you take notes and his voice is so soothing like GOD PLEASE !!!

"are you still paying attention?" "come on, tell me what I just said to you."

bitch if you aren't paying attention, i just, UGH

similar to paul, he is a strong believer in rewarding his lover when they do well so expect a lot of kisses and cuddles after your little study session

i love him so much lord help me

he is so caring and loving when it comes to you're education, also similar to paul, he wants to see his lover succeed in school

so of course he is helping you in any way possible

in conclusion, dwayne is another blessing on earth, who cares about his lovers education and desires to see them succeed

thank you for coming to my ted talk

anyways thank you for reading

likes and reblogs are appreciated and hcs about our boys are very much welcomed in my inbox !!

please do not steal or repost my content as that is plagiarism and a crime

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The chase

Run. Run for your life, as fast as you can. Get as far away from it as possible. What are you running from? Oh, nothing you can't handle, really.... just the impish love child of the energizer bunny and monster energy drinks.

Zipping down the halls dodging students, avoiding all deadends, and keeping to crowded halls made it difficult for your pursuer. Luckily, you also kept to low ceiling areas so that they couldn't fly either. You could hear the students' shouts and startled grunts as both you and him plowed through.

'Nope, nope, nope, nope, awwwww heeeeellllllll no.' You forgot about the stairs. You had no way of stopping at this point and nowhere to turn so down you go. Taking three at a time, you made your way down. Hearing a slam, you giggled, knowing Robin-San probably couldn't slow down enough and had slammed into the stairwells wall.

Running back down another corridor now, you found yourself sliding into the teachers dorm like you were about to steal home base. 'Huh floor must have just been mopped.' Waving off the thought you quickly, your army crawled between desks and past the couch, making the shush signal at anyone who saw you.

You could hear the door being kicked open by Robin as he excitedly shouted. "I know you're in here! You can't escape!" You tried desperately not to laugh as you slowly crept past some of Suzy-sans plants. Only to spot a shoe in your way. Of course, that shoe had to be connected to a foot. And yes, that foot happened to be connected to Dali-San.

He offered you a malicious grin as you shook your head and pressed a finger to your lips. 'Don't you dare.' You gave him your best, 'I will beat your ass so help me devi' stare, and you had to give him credit for not laughing out loud. "Oh Rookie~" he called out to Robin, who eyes immediately locked onto you.

"Shit!!!!!" You screamed, scrambling away. "Interference, this doesn't count you had help from an outside source!" You accused as you tried to put more distance and furniture between the two of you. "You mean like when you had Kalego-Sempai interfere by using him to distract me." He asked you gasped as you had about 3 feet between the two of you now.

"How dare you, I did no such thing! It just happens that he was actually looking for you." You felt your back hit the fridge, and you squeaked when both of the demons' arms bloked your escape route from both sides. "No where to run now, no where to hide." His green eyes flashing with triumph.

"Robin-San, I had no idea you felt this way!" You covered your mouth with your hands, trying to hide you smile. "Huh?" He looked confused, leaning slightly closer and not realizing he was falling for your trap. "I mean so bold, a double wall slam!" A small chuckle from some of the others as Robin-San tried processing what you meant.

During his brief lapse of concentration, you ducked under one arm and zipped away. "Hey! That's not fair. I caught you!" You could hear him scream moments later. "It doesn't count if you don't say it!" You called back.

Honestly, you had no idea what brought you to playing tag of all things with another teacher, but.... you couldn't stop now. It was just so much fun! There were so many close calls, but they quickly became near misses as you would find something to distract him or a way of escape.

"I'm won't lose!" You could hear him gaining on you. 'That's it. Keep running. Catch me if you can, this is so much fun!' Volting over some discarded textbooks and now weaving between the shelves in the library you were gasping for air at this point but you couldn't stop the wide grin as you felt a pair of arms swing you around.

"Tag" Robin-San was also out of breath, but the gleaming eyes and happy smile told you that he felt the same way. So exciting, let's go again! As you both crashed to the ground on wobbly legs. A mess of tangled limbs and laughter.

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LONG LIVE

Long live the walls we crashed through How the kingdom lights shined just for me and you I was screaming, "Long live all the magic we made" And bring on all the pretenders One day we will be remembered —Long Live (Taylor’s Version), Taylor Swift

In which Joshua and Dion were high school sweethearts.

Joshua and Dion used to be high school sweethearts. Joshua was a straight-A student, Dion was a varsity swimmer.

Dion was older than Joshua but they’re in the same year level due to Dion missing classes for competitions.

They fell in love over freshman year summer break, when Joshua was assigned to tutor Dion over catch-up lessons. Dion was an eager learner, Joshua was a patient teacher.

They went out to the beach once on their first date, getting sand in their sandals with gentle waves lapping over their bare legs.

They kissed for the first under a mistletoe that Christmas. They didn’t know it but Clive happened to catch them in the act, but didn’t say anything.

Soon, Dion went higher up the competition ranks. He may even represent the national team at this point. He had to take another leave of absence from school to prioritize his training.

This ended up with him dropping out of high school altogether and moving states to where the training camp was. Dion and Joshua promised to keep in touch.

They didn’t.

Life got busier and busier for Joshua, but also more troublesome. On his junior year, the Rosfields planned to get a divorce, and Joshua had to figure out what to do with his life. Clive was away at college, and last Joshua heard, wasn’t exactly having a good time there either. He didn’t want to worry his brother.

Clive found out about the divorce a little too late, and this caused a temporary rift between the brothers. Joshua was all alone. He wanted to call Dion, find comfort and support. But Dion was preparing for an international competition. Joshua didn’t want to disrupt Dion’s concentration, and so he didn't call.

This was how they began to drift apart.

Dion did eventually find out when he came home to visit one time during Joshua’s senior year. They fought for the first time, not in shouts but in silence. Dion was angry , hurt that Joshua didn’t confide in him. "Is that how little you think of me," was his armor-piercing question. "Am I not even friend enough for you to lean on me?"

They decided to give each other space indefinitely. Joshua cried for the first time in a while since his parents’ divorce.

Clive regretted not having been there for Joshua when all this happened. He was graduating in a semester, and went home on some weekends to help the family (Elwin, Joshua) adjust. Sometimes Jill came along.

Clive met Jill, a freshman student librarian at college at that time, during his junior year when he was failing most of his courses. She was a huge help to him at that time, becoming his rock and moral support while he found his focus again. Clive was able to process his parents’ divorce a little better because Jill was there. They got together during Clive’s senior year.

Joshua graduated from high school. He attended a state university on a scholarship to help with the family finances. The GPA requirement was ridiculous but given his grades in high school, it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. Clive also moved back home for work, and things were okay for a while.

Annabella invited the Rosfields to dinner a year after the divorce. There they got a huge surprise: she revealed she remarried and was expecting. She brought her new husband and stepson.

It’s Dion. Joshua turned pale and breaks into a cold sweat. It’s him it’shimit’shim—

He asked to use the restroom, and Clive followed him. Annabella scoffed at the rejection. Dion was clearly uncomfortable.

Joshua excused himself for the rest of the night and sneaked out alone to a coffee shop still open at midnight. Lots of students were pulling all-nighters, it was a good distraction as any. He ordered a cup of hot coffee—Dion’s favorite roast. He tried hard not to cry.

At 1AM someone asks to share his table. Joshua looked up. "Hello," Dion awkwardly waved.

Dion ordered Joshua’s favorite drink—a hot chocolate drink. They sat in silence for half an hour, not daring to look at each other.

To this day, Joshua didn’t know who between them was hurt more when they broke up. But it wasn't right to compare, is it? Each person’s pain is different. He never even asked Dion how he was doing, so what right did he have to complain?

At 2AM they both blurt out at the same time, "I’m sorry." Dion backed off, letting Joshua explain himself first. "It’s all right, I won’t get mad."

So Joshua poured his heart out, at how so many things overwhelmed him, how much he missed Dion, how he regretted not keeping in touch, for presuming. He realized that he’s changed so much and that Dion must probably hate him as he was now.

"I could never," Dion said softly. "And you’re still the same Joshua I know. Stubborn as ever, but earnest and kind. The one I fell in love with."

If anything, Dion’s the one who’s sorry for not keeping in touch. He didn’t want to be seen as clingy, needy. During his time away he became homesick, and the pressures of winning and excelling at competitions ate away at him. His father became stricter and stricter, and Dion wished it would all end.

Then suddenly one day it all did. He gravely injured his shoulder due to overuse. The damage was so severe that he might need surgery. They have the means for it, but it would also mean that he would miss this berth to qualify for the World Championships. But not getting it fixed would mean a life of chronic pain and possible disuse of his arm. He had to choose.

Dion chose to give up swimming. It was a painful decision. He didn’t leave his room for days until his scheduled shoulder surgery. After that was done, he was all on his own. His father didn’t care anymore. No matter—Dion had the means to support himself for now anyway.

Soon Sylvester remarried to Annabella, to Dion’s greatest surprise. "Oh, aren’t you the boy my son was tutoring back then?" Dion could only nod numbly.

Truth be told, he’d been dreading this dinner as well. Dion never called Joshua all this time, never told him what was going on, never asked for help when he needed it the most, since he didn’t want to worry Joshua. Damn if that didn’t sound suspiciously familiar, Joshua thought, finally laughing brokenly.

They were both thinking the same thing after all. Like two peas in a pod. They really were idiots. Dion concurs with a rueful smile.

All that was finally cleared up, and they hold hands again for the first time in a while. "So where do we go from here?"

"We’re now legally relatives so that puts a wrench into things," but more than that, Dion thinks he’s changed, too. More than he'd realized. He never really thought about it seriously, though, until Joshua had opened up.

"We’ve become two different people, but I’ve never regretted being with you. Loving you." A tear fell from Joshua’s eye, and Dion found it beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time. "I had the time of my life with you, Dion. The moments we shared, the magic we made together—all of it."

Dion brought a hand close to Joshua’s face, catching the fallen tear on the edge of his finger before cupping his cheek. "Who would’ve thought we’d connected the way we did? All the walls we’ve crashed through, all the mountains we've moved?"

"I love you, Joshua," Dion said, softly kissing Joshua's hand. "You’ll always have a special place in my heart."

And Joshua knew it isn’t the kind of love they once had for each other, but it was still love all the same. "I know, Dion. I love you, too."

[fumikomiyasaki]

I put braincells for picks but mayhaps: 5 with Atticus/Louis, 56 with Aiden/Keres or 86 with Verde/Ame? Go wild bestie

Indulgent Tropes

one muse pins the other to a wall

Even if the servant kept up well to hold a good reputation among the other RSA students, Louis had those days where quickly everything bothered him... on that day it didn't help that he had to endure Kimon being visited by Andrew and tried hard not to spill tea over him... Then this full of himself hero had to sho him out of the way cause he didn't want his dumb attractions to get out... His temper was already on edge... and whats worse he had to run into Atticus at that point for some related task where Carol recommended him to ask Gaius for advice cause she couldn't come over.

After Gaius helped him with the task atticus stopped him from walking out the dorm.

"So how did that scuffle with the red haired noble go?"

"I don't wanna think about him neither nor talk about him."

"Stop being so childish really. I did my best to defend you from not getting a scuffle with a noble house and that was how you thank me."

It was true... his aggresion got him in trouble and he appreciated Atticus helping him out of this mess... worse despite their bickering he knew some feelings lurked inside his heart... yet he decided to ignore them for one sake... he swore himself to not get distracted by his duties to take care of Kimon... yet he could be oh so easily swayed as well.

"Just cause you have a feud with him don't let your foul mood out on me."

"Thats not it... "

"Then what is it, be clear about why excactly you have such an aggresive tone to me."

He glared Louis right in the face, suddenly something inside him made him snap... he pressed his shoulders to the wall and pinned him against it with his arms... leaving Atticus confused and a little red from him being that close.

"You idiot its cause I don't wanna admit it."

"Admit what?"

Now he done it... he had to say it but there was no backing out now..

"I been sorta crushing on you since seeing you in court like that."

"What?!"

Seeing his bright red faced somewhat relieved Louis and made him be more bolder, he leaned a bit closer holding his hand on his face and nodded.

"I didn't want to admit it cause... after all with my job I don't even know if I can handle a partner too. But it happened."

"Tch... fine then I admit to it as well."

"You admit?!"

"There is a reason I took more time then on some other cases with yours... cause I wanted you to suceed over that, aside seeing that redhead eat his words. I guess I like you as well in a way... even if you piss me off as well."

"I can only give that back."

Suddenly both kinda realized how close they were to another... Louis couldn't really pass up the opportunity, especially with the tension surrounding them... and so he grabbed his wrist and placed a kiss on him... catching him even more off guard...

"Well, then I guess I will see you later."

He quickly made his escape, after all he was busy enough but he also didn't want to face the awkwardness of the situation... at least he got out what he wanted to say.

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one muse is oblivious to the other’s feelings for them

Somewhat Keres was kinda stumped visiting Aiden, because they were greated with quite the chaotic sight. The Kitchen was full of displayed horror themed dishes, some with movies they even recognized well and called among their favs... everything was much more spooky themed and the oddest was seeing him turn around from cutting something ,face splattered in a bit of red sauce before he washed it off his face.

"I didn't expect you stop by this early..."

"You asked me to come so I did, but was today a theme day or why does everything look like this. I didn't expect there is so many ways to imitated the movies."

He sighed a little dissapointed.

"No I made them myself..."

"ALL OF THESE?"

He gave a small nod... in actuality he wanted to surprise them with it in a way to show a bit of why he likes them and maybe get a chance to show them but it being misinterpreted already made him tired enough. Seeing them nerd out about each dish however returned that smile and made it worth it.

"Pick any of them, the rest I can still give to my dorm members."

"Then I will keep this one.... but say why do so much work when it wasn't for an event."

"It was cause its for you..."

"Huh!? You don't need to go through that much to cheer me up or something. Or pity me."

"Thats not it."

They still didn't get it... yet he was so bad at getting his feelings across...

"Come to the Balcony with me, then I can tell you."

With a bit of hesitation they nodded and followed along. Just for him to take a deep sigh and turned to them.

"I have feelings for you."

"A-as a friend right?"

"No as someone who is in love."

".....is this a prank or something..."

Slowly he got frustrated and to have to get it across he seemed like he had to prove it. So he grabbed their wrist and placed a small kiss on them.

"Does that get across what I mean?"

No response... however their face turned as red as a tomato and they lost a bit of balance as he catched them a little.

"I s-see... I just... didn't expect you to."

"I know. But it is true."

"Why me then? There is so much better options."

"You really are an idiot are you... who else spend so much time with me and didn't run away from me."

They really had to process all this, but Aiden was fine with that, he settled to hold their hand explaining himself and hoping to at least finally get through to them... this would take a while for him to explain.

our muses are partners in crime

"So here is the deal, you can turn invisible, right?"

"Yup yup, so you are gonna flock those marbles around and I will always take it out and put it somewhere else so the person loses right?"

The both were again up to no good, Verde making one of his games on the street while Ame helped him manipulate things in his favour... this plan worked at least untill eventually someone had the right UM to figure them both out... and so they both went on the run, Ame forgetting in between that Verde can't float trough objects like her...

And so at least she went back and floated him up the building to escape so they can hide away... floating over his shoulder as he counted the money.

"That was totally worth it, look at how much we got."

"Well done master!"

"You still have to call me that?"

"I dunno, its fun to me, especially cause I promised you, I will be bound to you like a contract."

"Hope fully one that doesn't cost me anything."

She chuckled and leaned forward.

"I will take smooches as payment."

"Fine you will get one."

At least for now they both had time to get a bit cuddly at least untill the air was clear and they would find a good way back to their schools... Ame couldn't help to tease Verde into some danger onto their way back but at least... they were both laughing a lot.

[confessions-official]

i need to find a way and time to kill myself i genuially cannot handle going to this school anymore and i hate the baking classes because half of the time i dont do anything and i hate being stared at and i assume peopel would think im ""better then them"" when i use my phone and i dont do anything so i stare at the floor but i dont ask my teachers to he;p around (semi-verbal, not an excuse tho thats 100% my fault) but also when ive tried they would take what i was doing and do it themselves, i was told twice by two different students that i was good for nothing and when i was able to do sometihng the group of girls just snickered and kept making comments and i couldnt focus, but also in geeneral the teachers SUCK and the students too like i know that there wont be a place where the teachers and students are 100% good but god are they so much horrible idk where they find them i wish i could just be sick for once but i cant get myself and i cant fake it with how my parents r slightly more involved and slightly nosey (they still keep their distance but god r they so boring at explaining like i just zone out the whole time idgaf) the whole school except for afew rooms is just plain white so "we dont get distracted" its like a fucking mental insititution and id say that for a school that preches alot about hygine (and me being a minor germaphone ngl) they wont clean at all like ive had afew coffee cups i forgot to throw out still under my desk a week later and then they complain about our room looking like a mess no shit you also just left it like that, and theres also a teacher which i have 3 very similar classes with and i have to write EVERYTHING down but the thing is that hes basically reading the entire goddamn textbook and im one of the like 3 students to write in his class and i hate it because then im known as a teachers pet or whatever when im just doing this for my parents like i dont care and i wouldnt have done it but my parents want me to do it so they can """'explain""" afterwards i dont care anymore its confusing and i dont understand anything because he just keeps on going and i cant keep up with him i hate him i hate them i hate everyone i cant find another school becaseu A) the other schools are at a much higher level of education B) im 11th grade theres no point in moving idc if i have a year left i cannot fucking stand going there

 

[spidey-boyy]

saw ant-man: quantumania last night,,,,, it was okayyy. i don’t think it ‘twas was good though. it had some nice moments but overall, i don’t think it wasn’t very stronggg and it low-key sucked

spoilers belowww

- first of all, idk what’s happening with marvel and it’s story pacing bc this movie literally had ten minutes in the beginning of establishing, poorly in my opinion, what has been going on with the ant-man people and then we jumped right into the action. it didn’t really feel like there was a cohesive first act, like what was happening on earth before we went to the quantum realm felt like was interrupted so we could do a whole new story.

also, i didn’t like how it kept going back between hope, hank, and janet and cassie and scott as two separate groups. whatever they were doing was just not connected also in a literal sense; the cuts/ transitions to the other scenes felt like we were being thrown around to random moments at some points.

- the dialogue in the beginning felt flat in some way. it felt generic and, again, it didn’t set up too much for me. i think it was interesting to see a somewhat of a gap between scott and cassie bc it’s different than what we’ve seen before, but i guess i didn’t feel any connection to the lines. to me it felt like all of them in that diner scene were saying words just to say them

- the cgi. idk what to even say man because that’s always the wonkiest part of marvel movies now. darren or modok or whatever??? when he revealed his face my whole theater was scream laughing (i mean it was a theater full of college students so,, i’m not really sure if that was the indented reaction though). but yeah, he was just reallyy distracting when he was on screen and physically looked out of place. also with the characters hope, janet, and hank were with, i wish they went with a more guardians of the galaxy approach with makeup where they could have. i think it woul’ve looked cool

the end fight was fine, obviously they would spend more time on that, but in general, as a whole there were too many times were i thought, “damn, that’s really a green screen alright.”

- i also want to talk about just darren real quick and the editing i guess. back to the cuts and transitions, there were certain moments where the cuts took me out of what was happening for a second and especially with darren’s flashbacks. i think it was to take place of luis’ flashback stories as being a humorous gag,,,, but it didn’t work. luis’ stories were stylized and exaggerated an unique to him and this wasn’t for darren.

also his whole character taking the place of comic relief was annoying. his whole character was annoying 💀. it was low hanging fruit to bring him back only to reduce him down to a dumber version of himself. 

- the world building sucked in my opinion. we jumped into the the quantum realm and besides the visible setting, i don’t feel like i learned anything particularly new, or more surprising about it. again with the pacing, janet was just taking hank and hope to different places and no one was staying in one area long enough for me to understand the different settings. 

i know they talked about the realm in ant-man 2 and that the rules (i’m gonna talk about that laterrr) were explained there, but so much as happened between then and now that i didn’t feel immersed in it. like all of a sudden, there’s different people and tribes and we didn’t get to know them too much at all before another fight scene started. they were just there to deliver lore/exposition and that was it.

it felt like the movie was hiding behind janet’s unwillingness to talk about her time in the quantum realm to not expand on the world. 

(side note: i really liked the scene were scott tried to get the power core and how he was being multiplied and all that. i thought that was really cool and visually it looked cool too. i just wished they did more stuff like that i guess that’s specific to the quantum realm too.)

- one thing i’ve liked about the ant-man movies was that they were self contained for the most part and it’s not that i don’t think this wasn’t,,,, but it felt like just another stepping stone to whatever plan the mcu has. i was excited that this movie was going to be bigger for scott than what we’ve seen, but it didn’t feel specific to him as a hero and was just setting up kang and whatever the mcu is gonna do with the multiverse.

- no hate to the actress who played cassie, but i just didn't like her much here... she had good moments but overall, i don’t think her and scott had much father-daughter chemistry like we’ve seen with younger cassie and tbh the actress who played her in endgame for two seconds.

something about it felt disconnected and I think it also goes back to the dialogue and her characterization. i liked the idea of having some sort of tension between them, but to have cassie kind of mock scott constantly in the beginning of the movie saying all of the things he’s done in the past was lame or not important like she didn’t look up to him all the time when she was young felt out of character. and yeah she’s a teenager, i get that, but it didn’t follow in line from what we’ve already seen so many times. 

like i’m thinking of the endgame scene were scott goes to see cassie for the first time, for her in five years, and she just looks so overcome with emotion and happy to see him. at the end her, hope, and scott are together looking happy too.  ,,,, the choices made for the tension between cassie and scott in quantumania didn’t feel natural. 

if it was from the fact that she didn’t see him for five years, that was fine and it is interesting to explore especially since cassie has been more of a secondary character in the past, but it wasn’t explored too much. just snarky remarks here and there and then her and scott make up in the end because they’re fighting together.

- when scott was really pissed off towards the end at kang about cassie!! i liked it, it was fine and good and all that bc we haven’t seen him angry like that and i love how scott’s love for cassie has always motivated him, but then he had his damn helmet on and it didn’t add to the emotion. i know this s a small thing but its just a peeve 

- ALSO, for a character who’s films emphasize on family and stuff, idk everyone just felt awkward with each other, wHicH goes back to the dialogue.

also i missed luis, dave, and kurt!! they were apart of scott’s family and even if you say nah they weren’t, they’re still pretty damn close i think, at the very least luis was. also maggie and paxton wasn’t there at all.

and i know if all of them were included it maybe would’ve been too many characters to deal with, but it just felt like they were forgotten about. scott’s movies i think always showed the importance of family and how different it can look, but half of them weren’t even mentioned and it makes me think “why did they have so much importance before then?”

- the new characters, could not care about them, i didn’t even catch their names. they weren’t important and had bland dialogue,, again. tbh it felt like they were trying to go for a thor: ragnorok thing with valkyrie, korg, and the grand master which was frustrating bc these quantumania characters had little character anyways. they honestly could not have been in the movie and i think it would’ve been fine.

- lastly,,,,, i don’t think it followed the rules of the quantum realm... how long did they stay in there?? it was a couple of hours, so wouldn’t a couple years past by up in the regular world? how small did they go then?

but yeah, there were a couple of things i liked, but overall, i was just left feeling disappointed

[sailorspazz]

This chapter was full of surprises! I was truly not prepared for everything that went down, as it was all entirely outside of my expectations haha.

Fabio (and the readers) certainly got a shock when Suzuki laid a kiss on him. I was screaming SUZU YOU SLUT in the Discord that morning lol. Is...is Fabio still going to post that video? Did Aki see any of this and assume her Totally Straight partner was just fooling around for funsies? I don't think Suzuki is necessarily backing away from Sugiki for internalized homophobic reasons anymore (his willingness to kiss and sex other men makes me think he doesn't worry as much about that now), but rather he puts Sugiki up on such a high pedestal, and sees himself as a damaged being who would bring him down (is that what the kneeling and begging was about? We still haven't seen him explain that). I think he only sees his lust as getting to a pornographic level because it's never been fulfilled and satisfied, whereas in the past when he was looking for women to bang he would just find the quickest option and move on. Now it's been built up so much that he might turn to just about anyone to try to distract him from it (I thought back to vol. 2 when Fabio first appeared and asked Suzuki to sleep with him in Spanish, and at that time Suzuki was very much in denial about having any attraction to men. If Fabio tried asking again now, he might actually get to end up straddling Suzuki like he wants to lol).

Ernie was once again a part of a very important video call...his main role in the series is to give everyone advice from afar haha. He seems very in the know about everything that's going on, including Al's motivations. The second big shock of the chapter was Nino wanting to be Suzuki's coach. I'd kind of had my ideas already about what the roles each of the connections Sugiki introduced to Suzuki would play. For Nino, I thought it was just about whether he would accept Suzuki's participation in the 10 Dance or not, since as far as we know he still doesn't have the correct certification and it would take someone with Nino's power to override that. And he'd been so down on Suzuki to the point where he didn't think it was worth watching him dance that even that seemed like an uphill battle. After witnessing Suzuki's monstrous performance, I then thought he might say he needs to tone that down so he doesn't hurt people. And maybe that is part of his goal in coaching him, to help get that under control. But yeah, I had no idea Nino was going to take on this role, and it makes me wonder about how things might change for Suzuki again.

Max was extra dilfy this time, what can I say...and he brought the third shock of this chapter when he offered to make Sugiki his successor! Another character whose role I thought I already knew since he's the patron financing Suzuki's profession, and he's also become a friend/father figure to Sugiki (even after the questionable things he's done in earlier chapters). And now he wants to take it a step further. This could bring about a big change for Sugiki if he takes up this offer, and I can't even predict how it might turn out (hopefully with Sugiki in hot slutty business suits).

I'm so happy to see Suzuki make a cute face near the end, since he's been looking quite angsty recently. He's so happy to be called a monster like Sugiki, that's fucking adorable. And I am intrigued by the shot of Norman noticing something, is he going to waltz over (lol) and get involved in this conversation? Is he going to have to let go of his fuck buddy star student sooner than expected, or will there be some sort of multi-coach shared arrangement? Is there going to be Drama? (almost certainly haha, it is Norman and he's like 80% drama)

Based on the first part of 40 and its talk focused on relationships, my thought on chapter 40 as a whole being teased on Twitter as being about the Shinyas' futures and those who will guide them meant that it would be about their progress with each other. But with Nino's and Max's offers, it seems to refer more to their professional lives. But their profession also binds them to each other, and the vol. 7 chapter notes did say they'd start down the path to happiness from here onward, so what in the world can we expect to see next? I'll be eagerly waiting as always!

10 Dance - chapter 40, part 2 summary

At the after party for the Japan International, Nino seeks out Suzuki to talk to him about a decision he's made after witnessing his performance. Also, Max talks business with Sugiki, and puts forth a proposal for him to consider.

Full summary and highlight images under the cut

Chapter 40, part 2: Come On-a My Life

Published online on July 14th, 2023, available to purchase on Comic Days, or rent for 10 days on Yanmaga.

At the after party, Nino walks purposefully through the venue, ignoring various people who keep calling out asking him to join them. He thinks to himself that the steps he's taking now are toward the future, down a path heading to the unknown.

Elsewhere in the room, Fabio asks Aki to come give him a kiss on the cheek as he holds up his phone to take a selfie. She complies and asks what the photo is for, to which he replies that he'll post it on Instagram. She comments that he seems to be in a great mood, and he gleefully says that he managed to score a contract with Max. Aki thinks that's amazing, and says Fabio should have a lavish advertising budget now.

Suzuki is nearby, and he takes a drink as he reflects on Sugiki freezing up during the honor dance. He mutters to himself that he didn't let Sugiki go just for things to end up like this. Fabio comes over and asks Suzuki to kiss his cheek for a TikTok video, and as Suzuki does so, he continues to think about Sugiki, how he's top-notch, beautiful, and independent. He couldn't allow his desire for such a dazzling man to cause Sugiki to falter. That's why he had to separate himself from Sugiki, as Suzuki believes himself to have always been deeply flawed. As he thinks about this, he recalls kissing Sugiki backstage, and ends up grabbing Fabio's face and letting his lips drift from his cheek to his mouth. Fabio's phone starts ringing and Suzuki breaks off the kiss, apologizing as he steps away. As Fabio answers the phone, he mumbles that Suzuki teasing him like that could end up with Fabio straddling him. Nino is on the other end, and he asks Fabio if Suzuki is with him. Fabio replies that he was just there, and giddily says that he was being a total flirt. Nino demands for Fabio to keep Suzuki there, and asks where they’re at.

Nino flashes back to a video call he had with Ernie (who was inexplicably donning bear ears, paws, and seemingly little else). Ernie said that the reason Alberto didn’t want Nino to go see Suzuki dance live is because he felt it could pose a threat to his own position. Nino is the top coach for the top-level pros, and Al knows that their arrangement doesn’t rely just on money, but on Nino’s assessment of them. What Al is most afraid of is for Nino to discover a new “it couple”.  Ernie said that for this reason Nino absolutely must go see Suzuki’s dancing in person.

In the present, as Nino continues walking, he thinks how each step he takes toward Suzuki makes him realize even more clearly that dance has been used as a tool for communication since ancient times, and regardless of one’s place in society it’s as free as the human spirit. Nino finally reaches Suzuki and declares that he wants to be his coach.

Back at Max’s mansion, Sugiki coughs as he tastes the drink Max gave him, saying that it’s not rum like he asked for. Max takes it back from him and says he’ll make it more palatable. He pours the liquor into a taller glass, adds ice and stirs, then adds carbonated water and stirs again. He asks Sugiki to try it now, explaining that it’s a Yamazaki single malt whiskey. Sugiki says he doesn’t drink whiskey since the smell makes him think of old men. Max says he can just try a sip, which Sugiki does begrudgingly. Max says that it’s time for them to get down to business, and talks about how in the Muldaur family with its far-reaching influence, the parents typically pass along a unique sort of education to their offspring, similar to training royalty on how to rule. He notes, however, that his daughters and their husbands have no interest in following in his footsteps, as one has to have the resolve to leap head-on into a whirlpool to do what he does. As Sugiki finishes his drink and Max starts to make him another, Max asks if he wants power. He says it looks to him like there’s currently no core that unites the dance industry. That’s something of great interest to his family, as they’re always on the lookout for markets they can invest in and expand. It helps those industries flourish, and brings profit for themselves, so it’s a win-win for everyone. However, doing this requires a specialist who is highly familiar with that world. Sugiki says that he’s not going to let Max use him for this, and Max says that this is about more than merely using him; he actually wants Sugiki to be his successor.

Back at the party, Suzuki barely has a chance to react before Nino says he has to be the one to take the reins of a nonstandard, monster class dancer like Suzuki; in fact, he believes no one else could possibly do it, and he finds Suzuki to be utterly fascinating. Suzuki thinks about being classified as a monster just like Sugiki, and smiles with a little blush as he wonders aloud if what Nino is saying is really true. Nino sighs and says that he’s going to explain Suzuki’s true nature to him.

Previous chapter: #40 part 1

Next chapter: Though a specific date has not yet been revealed, according to Inouesatoh's Twitter this chapter will be released in three parts over consecutive months, so we can anticipate part 3 sometime in August 2023.

[tealfloyd]

EVERY DORM'S GOT AN MC

"You could say that MC's the new Cater~"

SUMMARY: Due to an alchemy accident, MC has now seven counterparts resembling all the Night Raven College dorms (Everyone x Fem!Reader)

WARNINGS: Fighting in Savanaclaw's part, some curse words.

CONTENT: Everyone being a simp. Ortho's part is platonic. WORDS: 5K+

A/N: Okay, I committed a grave mistake... I deleted the account where I originally posted this *heavy sigh* I almost cried, and now I'm listening to KICK BACK (Kenshi supremacy) to distract myself.

But it's fine, all the request I got will be posted eventually. I'm just... Trying to recover from this.

Though it's a shame I can't read the comments and reblogs anymore; that's what really saddens me, but as Dwight said; life goes on, and so must I.

The good news is that I can answer with this account now.

*another heavy sigh* Now, onto the fic~

Chaos. Chaos everywhere, and not the usual kind that someone would encounter while being on NRC, but way more than that.

The cause? Well, it all started when the prefect of Ramshackle divided into seven. Quite literally.

Let's rewind to a few hours ago.

Earlier that day

“Remember that every step in the making of potions is important, so make sure you are reading correctly," stated Crewel, passing by the students to check their work.

“He's talking about you Ace," joked Deuce while reading the instructions, guiding himself with his index through the page.

“Shut up Juice, I never make mistakes!” He defended himself, making sure he was grabbing the correct ingredient.

A scoff was heard beside him, turning his head to see the culprit. “Yeah, and what about last class when you turned me into a goat?” You said mockingly, looking through the test tube to check the color before adding it to the substance.

“You shouldn't be making jokes out of it! Remember how you bumped into me? I should be the one mad at you!” Because of his tone, Crewel glanced at him while coughing, catching his attention and muttering a small 'sorry' before continuing his work.

“Man, you're being overdramatic, I didn't bump you that hard, and also, life is too short to not make jokes out of it," you let out a gasp, clapping your hands together. “I did it!”

“Let's see," Crewel approached the little group, inspecting your potion before nodding proudly. “Everything's made perfectly, good job pup."

“That's nothing, you should see my potion!” Grim also tried to get a 'good job' out of Crewel, but in his way of showing him his work, he tripped and the content of said substance laid on you.

“Not this again—” You said, worried of what might happen to you, and said and done, you started to feel a little dizzy.

Soon, the whole classroom was covered in a cloud of colors, all of them resembling the different dorms, confusing the entire class.

Ace, Deuce and Grim screamed your name, as well as Divus, who was just as worried as your friends.

“I'm fine! I'm fine!” The fog didn't last long, as it dissipated a few seconds after it started, so it was easy for them to recognize you.

Yet they weren't expecting to see other seven figures behind you.

“What the actual fuck—” Muttered Ace, shocked at what was happening.

“MC and... more MC's?” Deuce was shocked as well, and you turned your head so you could look at what the other guys were looking at. Let's say you almost fainted at the sight.

Seven MC's, seven figures who looked exactly like you: same face, same height (though some of them wore heels, but you get the point). You wondered if this was reality or the potion effects.

Turned out, it was both.

“My, what a curious place," said one of them, starting to walk around in amusement.

“One I would love to leave...” Uttered another one, hiding herself with the cloak of her jacket.

“Agh, my nostrils are suffering; who made this disgusting potion?” One added, gracefully covering her nose with a handkerchief.

“Oh no, this is bad...” Crewel stated, bringing his gloved hand to rub his temple, trying to think a solution. “It seems MC has been divided into every dorm's characteristic personality."

You grimaced, gazing at your counterparts. “But, why?”

“I need some time to figure it out, as well as the punishment for the pup who made this," glaring at Grim, he continued. “I need you to keep them here while I inform the headmaster; if they really are the same as their dorms, they may cause great problems."

Dismissing the rest of the class, the alchemy teacher started his route to the headmaster office, leaving the troublemaker quartet in the classroom, hoping that they would do as he said.

Well, certainly having this first years as a resort wasn't the best option, given that when you all turned your backs for a brief second, every single one of the clones escaped.

Before you could panic, Ace voiced out an idea.

“Wait, they said they were based off the dorm's personalities, so what if they are in their dorms?” You were about to deny the suggestion, but you actually thought about it and you were surprised he actually came out with a good plan.

“You know what? Let's do it, it's not like we have a better idea. Off to hunting MC's we go,"

THE HEARTSLABYUL MC

Walking like she was the Queen of Hearts herself, she made her way naturally into Heartslabyul; cape swinging with grace as she fixed her gloves, checking on everything to make sure it was perfect. If she encountered something off place, it's off with your head, and only she knows if it's really off with your head.

Riddle is speechless, in a good way. The fact that this MC remembers and applies every single one of the rules the Queen made herself has him almost head over heels for her. Almost because, one: she's a bit snappy, and maybe that made him realise how he really acted when a rule was broken. And two: even though he likes the way this MC is, he loves the way you are more, and there's nothing that can change his mind.

Trey doesn't know what's going on. He's the mediator of Heartslabyul, so having another person that acts as Riddle has him at a loss of words, and what's worse, you are the one acting like Riddle. But there's also the fact that he thinks she looks cute while eating pastries, he connects it with a chipmunk with their cheeks stuffed. So, prepare your stomach, he's going to bring you pastries for a while now.

Cater is excited. He can't wait until you gather every clone to do a group selfie (spoiler alert, it didn't happen), that would look so cool on his Magicam! I mean, it's not every day that one of your friends and crush has 7 counterparts, they're basically septuplets. Also, clones?? He's flabbergasted, to say the least, so you better check the tags he puts on his photos later because he may or may not sneaked up a confession there.

Ace straight up thinks this is the worst one. Not that he could ever hate you (even though is not really you), no no no, but at the same time seeing you in Riddle mode is kind of... Disturbing? He doesn't want to have a crush on his dorm leader! Though a bonus point for him is that you look good in the Heartslabyul uniform.

Deuce is just confused. Yes, he was in the crime scene, and yes, he knew about it but he's still confused. He's watching you interact with another you but that one is basically his house warden? He doesn't know how to feel about this. Either way, he also thinks you looks good in the Heartslabyul uniform. That's because they both share a braincell.

You found the girl sitting at the center of the table, chatting with the other dorm members as if nothing was happening. Hello, guys? Can't you see there are literally two MC's?

They're confused at first, as they should be, but when you explain what happened at alchemy class they understood immediately.

Even if this MC is really strict (not at Riddle level, more than that), she is really kind to you, making you wonder if that would be because she's technically a part of you.

She doesn't put up a fight when asked to come back to the classroom, only inquiring if she could finish the birthday party.

You were considering it, because she was sitting with two of the most responsible people you know, so you decided to give it a chance.

You made her promise she would stay composed, telling her to return to the classroom after the party ended. She agreed, so you sighed and turned your back, expecting Ace and Deuce to follow you.

Bold of you, they were too busy gazing down at her (since you're still short, sorry for that).

Seems like you're going to hang on this one, MC.

THE SAVANACLAW MC

Short in height but damn up in confidence, this MC walks like she owns the school; newfound ears and tail twitching in discontent because of the strange looks she was receiving. She wasn't searching for a fight, just a place to sleep, but now that she's at it she has to win.

Leona is amazed. He respects and admires women in general, but holy shit, his respect for you just skyrocketed because he saw how this MC knocked off a guy 40 centimeters taller than her, sitting on his defeated back while smiling menacingly, asking if someone else wants to try. He gulps when she gazes at him, already knowing who has the upper hand- Actually, scratch that, he always knew that you had the upper hand from the start.

Ruggie feels intimidated. Don't get him wrong, since he is from the same land as Leona, he also respects women, but he's based off a hyena, and male hyenas are naturally intimidated by females. Please understand him, he just saw the usually kind prefect of Ramshackle fight a 6'2 guy and winning, so to be fair he does have a point. Either way, his mind can't help but wonder how you look so beautiful while being so menacingly, like, how?

Jack is amazed, part two. Really, these guys are wonderstruck lovestruck. He doesn't know how he should react when this MC talks to him out of nowhere, asking him if he wants to fight as well. Of course, he denies it (he knows she will beat the shit out of him), tail wagging out of frustration because he doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of you her.

That's when you enter, mouth about to ask what happened until you see the unconscious guy on the floor; your curiosity ends there.

The following scene was a mix of bizarreness and comedy; two identical persons (one being the original and the other a clone) fighting like they were a mother and a daughter it's certainly something that you can't so easily forget.

You refused when she said that she would stay, at first, telling her she had to come back with you immediately if she didn't want to be dragged off her ears (very cute lioness ears may I say).

You ended up agreeing with clenched teeth, after she assured you that she will just nap and walk back to the classroom when needed.

Asking Jack for help, he said he will make sure this MC will return, so one less thing to worry about, you guess.

Relying on her brute force and Jack, you made your way to the next dorm.

THE OCTAVINELLE MC

Perfect business smile? Check. Collected demeanor? Check. Knowing everything about deals and how to ruin people's lives? Check. She may not know anything about anyone yet, but give her time; finding some new underlings to found out everything about the people at this school wouldn't be hard, nor is wrapping them up in shady contracts. Not that they know about it though.

Azul feels threatened. He's just watching this MC, pacing around his establishment while talking about the improvement that could be done. And he was listening, at first, until he saw that look. The same look he does whenever he gets someone to sign his contracts, and he's slightly shivering when she asks some questions about his business. Like, MC? Why are you asking about the clients? He is whipped for you, but he won't let his hard-earned commerce down just for you and your angel face. Help him, he actually would do anything for you.

Jade is amused, like always. She acts like Azul, but at the same time it didn't seem like a façade; he thought that this was natural for her, talking about deals and basically just acting like a mafia leader, and that makes him chuckle. He already found you interesting (being in trouble almost every day and winning against several Overblots), but now? Be sure he's sticking to you for a few days - even weeks if he's feeling like it, lord help you - from now on. Also another one that wants to meet the other MC's, though he's completely certain this one is his favorite.

Oh my god, Floyd is beaming from the excitement. Shrimpy is now acting like Azul!? Man, he's not letting this MC breathe, and the fact that said MC gives him attention (she actually thinks he's adorable) doesn't help. Another one that would be stuck to you, and he won't leave for anything in the world, even bringing you to work, so be prepared to have two eels behind or in your back.

You knew you had to search in the Mostro Lounge as soon as you stepped into Octavinelle.

And goddamn, were you right. There she was, chatting with Jade while Floyd was draped on her shoulder, Azul seated right beside Jade, making a face that resembled a frown.

You swear to God that the twins have a sixth sense or something like that, because the second you passed through the door Jade was waving at you and Floyd was yelling: "Shrimpy~!" Before engulfing you in a hug death crush, even lifting you a few centimeters off the ground.

You just wondered if this MC would want to stay as well.

Goddamn, were you right again.

She finds the restaurant truly amazing, and while she may look like she's planning something, she really is just curious to see how they manage it not like they plan to open a restaurant to rival it, no no no.

You said yes, again, telling her the same conditions as the others. But this time you had a hard time trying to leave because of Floyd's 6'2 body almost crushing you, having to call upon the help of Jade, who told him that he would have much time with you once everything was solved.

Thanks Jade. Your help is very much appreciated.

THE SCARABIA MC

A sly MC for sure. In terms of intellect, hers rivals the Octavinelle one. Ambling through the halls, she finds the Scarabia dorm in a matter of seconds, letting out an astonished grin while watching the gigantic building in front of her. Whether she's planning to conquer it or just visit it, it's a matter than she would decide later.

Kalim is brighter than before. He doesn't recognize the suspicious smile that this MC is sending at him even if he tried. Kalim is just too pure for this world, especially when it comes to talking to one of his best friends' crush! To be honest, he would give you the world if you asked, so please mind your words around this boy. Not that the other MC minds, a little disappointed at how easy it is to manipulate him.

Jalim is wary. He knows what that smile of hers is hiding (the fact that you're charming isn't going to distract him). Yes, he likes you, but that doesn't mean he necessarily likes this MC (he is amazed by her thinking skills though), so be mindful that if she makes any bad moves on Kalim, she will have to face Jamil. But that would be an interesting fight to watch.

Regarding the actual catching, this situation was very special, just because you didn't know where to start searching first, since Kalim was showing Scarabia to the other MC, and Jamil was with him to make sure she didn't do anything... Jafar alike. So that meant that they were constantly moving.

But luck was finally striking you. Quite literally, Kalim's magic carpet knocking the air out of your lungs as soon as you rounded the corner, making you swear you looked like an unconscious cartoon right now.

Jamil jumped off the carpet as soon as he recognised you, checking your head to make sure that you weren't bleeding, as well as your arms and legs.

You had to reassure him that you were fine (certainly the time you passed with Vil has really improved your acting skills), and you fixated your gaze on the other MC, who saw the scene in amusement.

Kalim genuinely thought that she was you he also was very scared when you collapsed, so he looked at you in shock for a brief moment before tackling you in a hug, earning a scolding from Jamil.

This time you were sure you would get this one look to the classroom. The twist? Kalim wanted her to stay, and you really wanted to say no, but Kalim's sad puppy face made you relent, sighing in defeat.

You didn't even have to ask Jamil for help, he was already nodding the second you said 'Jamil, can you-'.

Well, staying there with probably a broken rib wouldn't bring the other MC's back.

You really hoped the next one would be easier to spot.

THE POMEFIORE MC

Possibly the most gracious out of them all, and the tallest as well. Her 7 inches heels make the students she passes by wonder how she does it so effortlessly. And she knows what these guys are thinking, letting out a light chuckle at it. A soft and precious sound that a nearby hunter couldn't help but hear.

Vil is confused. When Rook presented this MC at him, he wasn't expecting to find such an endearing human being. Perfect makeup, perfect hair, a neat uniform and an elegant posture. When did you learn to do all of this, and most importantly, when did you learn to walk in such high heels? Vil tried to teach you last week and he had to catch you because you almost broke your ankle (not that he was complaining), and now you're walking even better than him? The only thing that he knows is that that crown suits you, he should get one for the real you.

Rook is delighted, but surprisingly, he isn't attracted to this MC. He was the one that brought her to the dorm for Vil and Epel to see, and although he was amazed by her Pomefiore like personality, he loved the real MC, and he knew that she wasn't acting like the usual kind prefect of Ramshackle. But either way, that doesn't mean he can't appreciate the beauty of this particular version.

Epel is baffled. Seriously, the boy doesn't know what to think. By one side he thinks you're absolutely stunning like this, but by the other side he doesn't like how you're acting towards them: like Vil but in a female version, and that kind of ruins his view of you. He's basically the same as Ace, he doesn't want to have a crush on someone that resembles his dorm leader. He misses the old and messy you.

Remember how you said that you hoped the next one would be easier to spot? Yeah, well, you didn't expect to find the whole Pomefiore dorm outside the common room, waiting to see someone.

Jesus take the wheel. The moment these guys saw you, they started to argue in confusion while asking you different questions that you didn't quite understand.

Rook spotted you from like a mile away, and he just carried you bridal style, quickly taking you and Grim to where the others were, along with the Pomefiore MC, who was busy fixing her nails.

Before they even registered what was going on, you told them the whole story; they were confused but at least they got an explanation.

And you did all of that while Rook was still holding you, but it wasn't unwelcomed since your legs were still a little bit sore after that crash in Scarabia, so you let him be, much to Vil and Epel's annoyance.

You asked the MC to come back with you, trying to sound as demanding as possible, no room for complaints- Oh, she said no.

To be honest, you were a little bit scared. All of the MC's wouldn't actually hurt you since you're the original and they respect you, but that doesn't mean they wouldn't argue against you. It's like she's a rebelling teenager and you're the mom.

And so, you lost. At this point you should already know that you aren't made for this type or arguments, so you ask her to at least come back after she had her fun (which was basically just exploring and being in the spa).

She agreed, leaving you dumbfounded because you actually didn't know if most of this MC's would come back.

Rook sensed your distress, and so promised you that he would bring her back, if necessary, which you were really grateful for.

Asking him to let you down, you sneaked your way out of the dorm to go to the next one.

THE IGNIHYDE MC

Extremely gloomy and reserved. An introvert by heart as she hides in her cloak and discreetly roams through the halls, trying to find a safe place where she could play and be alone; enter the sight of the Hades's dorm, a place where the majority of its students weren't at one's sight, so she just sat in the big sofa that was completely free, flinching when a cheerful voice called her out.

Idia just freezes in place. He just resets when he sees this MC using the dorm's uniform, wearing a slight scowl on her face as she is obliged to talk to him. He just babbles nonsense words while trying to comprehend why she is suddenly so... Cold at him? Sure, she shares a bunch of things in common with him, but at the same time, he enjoyed teaching and showing you all the cool things at his dorm; that and the fact that you were kinder than this. She's a bad winner; he flinched multiple times while playing one round of Mario Kart just because her demeanor. Someone help him, he misses you, like, the irl you.

Ortho, contrary to his brother, is super excited to meet her. He was casually strolling through the dorm when he sensed that someone similar to MC was in there. He immediately went to check on her only to find her being a little more like... An Ignihyde dorm member, slightly confusing him since it looked like MC, but at the same time no. Yet he still dragged her off to his brother's room, which she only agreed to after being told she could play with the highest technology.

You texted Ortho before going to Ignihyde, hoping that he actually found the MC, and you mentally slapped yourself since you could have asked for his help from the start.

But whatever, what's done it's done.

He responded a second after you send the first message, and so you speed up your pace as fast as you could, making your way to Idia's room.

When you got there you saw Idia curling up in a ball in his gamer chair, and a really cheerful MC, who was just bragging in his face about the evident loss.

You asked Ortho about what happened, and he just told you that this MC has been kind of mean to him for the past 20 minutes; at that moment Idia got up from his chair and saw you, and his mind just reset again before hiding behind your back.

This MC was pretty stubborn, even more than the Savannaclaw one, and this time it really seemed like you were arguing with your daughter (are they your clones or your daughters at this point?) by the way the whole conversation was carried.

Ortho tried to play mediator, but poor of him when this MC blatantly insulted him (it wasn't a deep cut, more like a scratch type of insult but you get the point).

It was then when you straight up yelled at her that she had to come with you, sounding as demanding as you could and to your surprise, it worked.

She hid her face, shyly nodding before apologising to Idia and Ortho for her behaviour, and you felt like you were picking your child from kindergarten after she had a fight.

After that, you promised to Idia that you would play with him the next day as a way to make up to him, as well as kissing Ortho in the forehead as an apology.

So here you are, walking towards the last dorm with a scolded MC behind your back.

THE DIASOMNIA MC

Out of the 7, she is the scariest one. Her large cape and her perfectly arranged uniform making her look menacing - aside from her newfound horns -, and even though the original MC is magicless, the other ones aren't, so try to imagine the strength that an MC coming from a dorm that emphasizes on magical ability can show. But in reality, she is just wandering, not noticing the frightened looks of the other students, looking slightly surprised when an old fae appeared before her, hanging upside down.

Malleus quirks a brow, surprised to see this MC being quite like... Him. He's a bit like Rook, right now; he finds this MC interesting, yet no one can up the endearing feelings he holds for you, so it's mostly out of your new personality and knowledge about the fae culture and the Briar Valley. But he has to say that talking to you about gargoyles was pretty nice, and as a bonus, he really loves your horns, maybe he should get you to use them sometime.

Lilia is having the time of his life. He has seen plenty of alchemy accidents, but nothing like this, so he can scratch off his list: “multiple clones that have every NRC dorm personality." He loves the way this MC acts and was the one that brought her to the dorm, so everyone could see this version of you. He probably already knew that she was a clone, given that he overheard a little about the exchange (aka panic situation) that you and your dear friends had earlier, yet he wasn't sure till he saw her aimlessly roaming through the halls.

Silver doesn't understand the whole situation. Lilia tried to explain to them all based on what he knew, but he didn't get it, mostly because he just woke up to an MC who was curiously staring at him, sort of looking like his young master. He likes this MC, but it seems kind of weird that you are acting like Maleficent herself, but a little softer. He doesn't know how he ended up resting his head in her lap, but at this point he doesn't mind.

Sebek is overexcited. When Lilia first told him that this MC was a clone and had a Diasomnia-like personality he, regrettably due to his loyalty, didn't believe him. But when she made a magic demonstration... He's singing your praises, worshiping the ground you walk on; for him, she's like his second young master. But don't be mistaken, he would always like you more; that doesn't mean he wouldn't like this MC too, especially when she is like his young master.

Actually, you were in your way to search for the Diasomnia MC when you encountered Malleus. Literally. You bumped into his chest, rubbing your nose because of the impact.

He had to admit that you looked very cute doing that, but that thought was quickly replaced with the confusion that grew over him when he saw your clone, hidden behind your back as she was scared of this extremely tall fae-dragon man.

You promised to explain later, since you had to find another MC that looked like she was from Diasomnia, and it was then when he told you that she was in the living room of said room, talking with the others.

Your eyes widen, asking him if he could bring you there, which he happily complied (it involved taking your hand in his, unintentionally intertwining your fingers).

This MC sensed that you were there, softly accommodating Silver head into the couch so she could walk up to her, asking her if she needed something.

You sighed, relieved that she actually was set on listening to you, and you asked her if she would come with you back to the classroom.

She said yes. Good, two out of seven, now you just needed to check if everyone was already at the classroom, so you bid your goodbyes to everyone (Malleus put a frown when letting go of your hand and Sebek didn't know how to feel about this situation. Silver was just sleeping).

You walked out of the intimidating dorm, grabbing both MC's by their hands while silently hoping that the other ones were already there.

The Sevens must have heard you, because when you got there all 5 MC's were waiting for you, along with some guys that probably dragged them off there (them being Jack, Jade, Floyd, Jamil and Rook; the Heartslabyul one insisted that she remembered the way back. She got lost and Jack helped her).

After some time, Crewel came back, holding a potion in his hand. “Where are Trappola and Spade?”

“In Heartslabyul, though I don't know if Riddle punished them again," he sighed at the response, nodding before adding the potion to another mixture, putting the new liquid into a sprayer.

He sprayed the mix into every MC's face, which led them to slowly fade away, and you finally let out a tired noise, relieved that the whole situation was over.

But you had to deal with a new one as Floyd embraced you, sad about the fact that this MC was gone but happy that you were there, as well as everyone in the room and in the other dorms.

Truth is that no matter what MC was presented to them, they would always choose you, as you are the only one that really makes their days happy and bright.

THE END~

DO NOT REPOST.

EVERY CHARACTER BELONGS TO DISNEY AND YANA TOBOSO, AND I DON'T TAKE CREDIT FOR THEM.

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Hizashi and Aizawa kidnapping a young teenage girl, and her bonding and quickly finding comfort with Hizashi, leaving Aizawa to awkwardly attempt at being super soft and all the more gentle to his sensitive little girl, his heart panging with pain every time she flinches or cowers away from him. “You don’t need to be scared of me, kitten.. please”

your little acts of favoritism weren’t necessarily intentional, you hated both of them. they were your brothers teachers, and whoop dee doo, they kidnapped you. but... you liked hizashi more.

it was just something about him that made you believe he was some form of comfort item, probably because he wasnt brooding, and didnt have a mean face, and he was the first human yud ever seen in this place, that all combined into one and he became your rock, your shoulder to cry on. he was just... so nice, although his quirk was loud, somehow he managed to speak softly with you. it was such a bright contrast to at home where two firey blondes always scream at each other, and your father tries to calm it down.

on your first night ever here, you had tried to jump out the window, and were captured by the thick scarves you once admired, hed lectured you, yelled at yiuu even, all you could see were those red eyes of his, and hear his voice. and he scared you, he scared you so much. i guess it justtranslates to now, first impressions are everything, and to you, he looked like a big scary man who would yell at you.

eventually, you stopped caring about how you hated him, or how you wanted to leave, as you clearly never were. so, instead of glaring at them, or crying, you accepted the fact that he was taking care of you. hizashi, hizashi was taking care of you... aizawa though? no way in hell, he was just so... you'd never seen him with a smile, he never tried to talk to you, he just kinda watched you, and it freaked you out, at some point you started believing he was trying to kill you, don't even ask how you came up with that conclusion.

you just couldn't manage to warm up to hi as you'd done so quickly with hizashi, and it showed. you were always tense when alone with him, like he was going to jump out at you any second and stab you, you didnt talk to him , sometimes you felt so anxious around him that you would outright start crying, shaking in some form of fear, or hide yourself under a blanket. although hizashi was proud that you loved him so much, he knew that this was hurting his husband, that his own little girl was scared of him.

so he would always try to coax you into doing things with him, saying things like "can your papa come and help" or "how about we have papa do this with you while I make lunch?", just trying to get him included so you would feel just as comfortable around him as you were with his own self. Sometimes he just left the room to let you have alone time with him. He’d even lectured his husband about how he always looked angry, and that he has to smile form time to time, and not the creepy “I’m gonna kill a villain” smile.

And so Aizawa started trying, not trying to be like hizashi, even that was too much for him, but trying to be nicer, he was a gentle person when he wanted to be, so this came with ease for him, he would tuck you in at night, read you stories, hold you if you cried, feed you, help you bathe (which you usually liked hizashi to do, and in general, inserted himself as a gentle roger in your life. You would expect taht this would work, that because he was so nice to you, because he was so sweet like hizashi, you would accept him as your father.

But nope! Again, first impressions are everything to you, and now, he was written off as the villain of you story, now, you jsut ran off to papa whenever he was around, and didn’t even give him the chance to hang around you, it just made it worse honestly, because now, not only did he look scary, but he also looked fake, which is never good. Every time he would try to if you, you would clutch onto hizashi for dear life, acting like his hand would do nothing but burn you.

Tears would cloud your vision, and he would pulle back, not wanting to cause you any more pain, and jsut stare in. Pure jealousy at his husband, who cooed and gave you a hug.and guess what? You hugged him back, and hid yourself in his chest, willingly, without a fight, without a tear, instead with a smile, most of the times mic wouldn’t interfere, wbatigg ns this to everyone a safe space for you, a place where you should naturally do things, but sometimes, he would give you little bushes int he right direction. Like disappearing completely for my he house so you’ll be forced to talk to Aizawa.

This is one of those times.

Yo been wandering the house for about ten minutes now, waking up form a nap, to find mic absent from his usual place in the rocking chair at your bedside. It was a little after lunchtime, and they’d only given you a small cup of fruit for breakfast (intentional, from mic), you were fairly hungry, and usually he was there to give you food, but you had no idea where he was, you had heard the… other one on the phone in their shared office, but you did not want to talk to him right now.

Aizawa could tell you were awake by the fact that all of the cats were meowing like crazy, and little pattering footsteps had followed his hearing around, mic had left abruptly, probably some little plan of mischief again, he was hizashi after all. He was just waiting for you to either 1: go back to bed, or 2: come to him for help. Mic had specifically told him to follow these rules for after nap time, so he did. And grew progressively more worried as over twenty minutes, trying to read through his students grading work, too distracted by the urge to go find you to accomplish anything.

His worries dissipated though when he saw your little head poking through the door, cat in hand, confused and tired looking, small tears beginning to prick th corners of your eyes, little sniffling sounds left you. His wha specked up form the desk, you’d given up walking around the whole house, your restarting had slowly pent up, you couldn’t manage to find him, and you were so hungry.

“Oh- hey honey, I didn’t know you were up. Do you need something?” He questioned, smiling intently at you, you just inched back into the door frame, breathing heavier by the moment, your hands shook and your head felt like it was going to explode at any point. Youbcontenoajted runnign back to your room and waiting till mic came out where you could hear him, but your stomach grumbled, reminding you how hungry you really are.

“I’m- im looking for daddy. Where is he.” You spoke, a very hushed tone overtook your words, making them almost inaudible for him. His face sunk slowly, he tougher you were actually gonna come for him, but the he remembered taht patience is key, and that he shouldn’t get mad, because it is t your fault taht you’re just a little sensitive, too fragile to handle more than one attachment, he gets it. He jsut at least wanted you to look at him, instead did your little feet, I’m Ayer if you could meet his eyes the. You would see how much he loves you.

“Oh, he left a. Little while ago. Is there something you need from him? Your papa can give him a call if you want, you could even talk to him!” He exclaimed excitedly, plastering that happy smile across his face to seem more inviting, liek mic had told him to do. He stood out of his chair, rounding up the papers and putting them in his file folders.you tried to sink back furthers, almost disappearing behind the doorway, you shook your head aggressively, almost running off, then yet again, your stomach made another noise, and forced you to stay.

“I- no. I’m- im hungry-“ you spluttered, not caring if it was embarrassing that you were stuttering so much, you just wanted food. And calling mic would just get you a lecture on how you could’ve just asked your papa, the same thing would happen whenever you went to uncnecesary lengths to avoid the man, your daddy would make sure you knew that it made him feel bad, while you’d at there bored. Not caring, at all.

“Oh- well you should’ve told me sooner kitten, if I’d known I would be up already. Cmon, let’s go to the kitchen, your daddy made you some food earlier” he spoke, rising from his chair slowly, you cowered slightly as he walked over, clutching the little kitten right to you for comfort, he mewed and snuggled closer, completely asleep. The man sighed when he saw you backing away from his grasp, he knew you were still scared. But he was just so impatient… he was tired of waiting, he wanted to hold you, even if it was jsut foena few minutes. He needed it feel you there with him.

Is he acted quickly, moving in a matter of seconds, he swooped his arm under your leg, and hooked his other around your torso, pulling you straight up into his grasp. Youu huh froze, his hands felt cold as ice on your skin, like they were burning you, immediately after he started walking, it snapped you out of it and you threw a fit. You dig your fingernails into his skin, and kicked and flailed in a panic, still trying to keep the little kitten in your lap safe. A full blown panic washed over you, clogging all your senses.

The dam holding back tears form your eyes crashed, and immediately you were sobbing, biting at his shoulder to let you go, he tried to rub your back to calm you down a bit, but just made it worse, as his hands felt like living anxiety creeping up and down your spine. He didn’t know what to do, let you ride it out, andkk no possibly have you get sick because of how much your crying in an empty stomach? Or let you down and go straight back to square one.

Your veined felt like pure ice had flooded in them, and it felt liek someone was repeatedly jabbing you in the head with tiny needes, fear was jsut so prominent in your sense, it overcame you, and made you whimper and scream.

“Whoah, breath for me alright? I just want to hold you. I’m not going to hurt you okay? I would never hurt you. Kitten… you don’t have to be scared of me” he spoke, trying to keep a proper computers, he wanted to cry with you, he wasn’t a very soft or emotional man but honestly, he was so upset with himself already, this was jsut pushing him for the edge. You cried, and cried, at some point you weren’t even crying and screaming at him, more with him. He held you close, you’d stopped the struggle almost five minutes ago, letting him hold you. It was odd. It almost felt… nice.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m being stupid again” You alien through your remaining little hiccups, shove my your face into his shirt, smelling the woody scent he carried around with him. He cooed, letting you hide yourself from him, savouring this soft moment was of top priorirty in his head… you jsut looked so sweet, so different from those harsh cries that would sound usually whenever he came around.

Who would think, shouts aizawas hand couldn’t feel nice? The same ones that had just been burning you, the ones that made you scream, felt like a breeze on a spring day, he actually felt warm, he felt like happiness, like contentment.

“No hon, it’s not stupid. Your scared. I know that, we all get scared and it’s not a bad thing, I love you, I really, really love you kitten. Just know that” he continued on with his little speech, leaving down to kiss you in the forehead, Jsut to be suprised when you didn’t flinfh, you were too tired to be scared; and too hungry, plus, he was really warm, the cat had pretty much snuggled up to him already, who says you shouldn’t.

“I- um- I love you… to?” You spoke, more of a question than anything, you’d spent so long Harding him that you didn’t know if you even could love him, it didn’t even feel possible, then again, you litterally cling to hizashi like a koala, and your mental state has relaly said “swoopity swoop” and scattered itself everywhere. Maybe having two comfort items was actually better than one… huh.

“Well, let’s go eat then. All taht crying probably made you tired, I’ll let you watch a movie in my office, you can watch pinto again, I know you love taht one. Cmon, let’s go” he spoke, and started walking again, you cuddled closer to him as he did, smiling slightly at the warmth. Hizashi was very extravagant, exiting, and hyper, this man felt very cool, calm, it was such a dark contrast, but it worked so well. You jsut… you Jsut liked it.

Well… now we’ll just have to wait and see who’s the favorite

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Thank you for requesting! It was super fun to write and had me feeling super happy when I finished :)

I’m thinking about doing yandere todoroki family asks, because I’m litterally in love with @i-cant-sing one… so, requests are open for those if you want to put them in (please do I’m begging)

Anywho, have the most wonderful to days today! Goodbye!

[amarguerite]

Yesterday I was thinking about Anne Elliot and Cpt. Wentworth, as I do nearly every day, and I remembered the scene from the end of the book where Anne is talking with Cpt. Harville. This is when they're standing by the window and discussing whether men or women love the longest. I've always thought that scene to be one of the most interesting criticisms of society that Austen has in her books. Anne argues that, rather than by nature, it is circumstance that causes women to remain in love longer. "[Women] certainly do not forget you as soon as you forget us. It is, perhaps, our fate rather than our merit. We cannot help ourselves. We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us," and of women "loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone."

All this is to say I wonder that if the roles were reversed and Wentworth had to remain at Kellnych while Anne was able to leave and be active, whether Wentworth would be more melancholy. Obviously, part of their reactions to the separation are due to their character as individuals, but the influence of surroundings is an interesting idea. Not only was Anne isolated emotionally, with no real way of gaining new friends, she had to stay in the same place where she fell in love and there was little to distract her from reminiscing constantly. Meanwhile, Wentworth embarks on an exciting new chapter in his career, going to entirely new places with new experiences, and needing to lead and be confident for his crew.

It seems to me that Anne is more self-aware of her feelings than Wentworth when he first visits in Uppercross. She acts much more accepting, while Wentworth tries to convince himself that he's over Anne by acting cheerful and pretending to everyone that nothing ever happened. But maybe that has more to do with how their approaches to "moving on" reflects their way of life; Anne is more passive while Wentworth is more active.

I'm interested to hear what you think! Austen's commentary through Anne of how society confined women physically and emotionally (and intellectually) really hit home for me how frustrating she and other talented/independent/ambitious women must have found life. It also makes me wonder what Austen really wanted for her heroines; whether it was happiness, security, independence, or something else, as she herself never married. What kind of ending would, say, Mansfield Park have if Austen wrote the same storyline today? Or Persuasion, if Anne had the greater options of today? Marriage was the best option for all her main characters in the time she wrote them, but not the only or best one in modern times. I think that's part of what made your "Mr. Bennet Time Travels" fic so poignant: he loves his daughters and wanted better for them than the world was willing to give them. Maybe Fanny would be a schoolteacher or college student today! And while being a governess was some kind of an option, Jane Eyre definitely is one example of how it's not a very good one.

I've rambled another essay at you, but I hope it's interesting at least! 😅💖💖

oh wow, sorry i didn't see this earlier, but thank you so much for all this!

i am really burnt out this month so i'm afraid that I don't have a lot to say to this-- certainly nothing that is as eloquent as you've written here-- but i think you have a great point that anne and wentworth definitely are austen's examples/ stand-ins to her larger points about female vs. male socializations and opportunities. i think one thing to keep in mind with austen, as you've alluded to, is that gentlewomen really didn't have any option for a happy future in that society without marriage, so if austen was writing modern day stuff, her conceptions of what happiness for her characters might look like would be different. but i think it's important that even when her heroines all end up married, they're all drawn to vastly different lives-- and i think austen is the kind of writer who had such great theory of mind and who has imbued all her characters with such deep interiority that she always keeps in mind that everyone is made happy in different ways. so i mean, at least when i write modern aus, for me the happy ending involves advancing in a career, or securing a better job, or finishing some kind of social goal-- like a degree or a gold medal-- that is not expected and available for women in whatever time period it's set.

[peskygirl13]

MK SO-

I just got the Pokémon SWSH DLCs and I was wondering what it would be like for some legendary Pokémon to come to twst and cause some trouble(Legendarys I’d like to do ( you c an pick just one: Kyogre, Giratina, or Groudon)

If you can i want it to be just Diasomina!

This turned out longer than I expected and I got so mad with myself because I was almost done with writing this and I accidently deleted all my new work, so I had to start over from my last save point which is one of the reasons it took so long to post.

I’ve been binge playing the old Sinnoh games and rewatching the anime, so this was fun to write (despite me deleting my work). 

This will have references to the Pokémon Platinum game, so spoilers if you haven’t played the game and plan to. 

Hope you enjoy!

Malleus's favorite time of the day was night time. Night time was the best!

The world was at peace, it was quiet, everything was asleep, save for a few nocturnal creatures much like himself, he could hide from SIlver and Sebek and have some time to himself, and there were no students or humans who would see him and run away in terror.

But his favorite thing about night time was probably when he got to visit his favorite human, (Y/n).

Their situation was a bit odd, having appeared out of nowhere from a world full of creatures called Pokémon, but Malleus didn't care. They weren't afraid of him. After spending a lifetime of having people fear him due to his name, it was a nice change.

Malleus arrived at the Ramshackle dorm to find you already sitting outside, cleaning your Empoleon's feathers.

"Greetings, Child of Man." He greeted, happily walking up to you.

"Hey, Tsunotaro." You smiled, putting down Empoleon's brush to wave at him.

That was another thing Malleus adored about you. Even after finding out who he was, you still didn't fear him and continued calling him by that amusing nickname you gave him.

You both entered the dorm, along with Empoleon, and he was instantly greeted with the rest of your strange creatures. Luxray, Togekiss, Glaceon, Garchomp, and Lucario.

You headed over to the kitchen to make some tea while he got comfortable on the couch. Once he was seated, Garchomp laid its head on Malleus's lap, implying that it wanted scratches.

By the time you had returned with two mugs of steaming tea, all the other Pokémon had already gotten comfortable and most had fallen asleep.

You handed Malleus his mug before sitting down in your chair. Glaceon hopped up and curled up in your lap before falling back asleep.

After you both got comfortable, you began regaling Malleus with stories of your world.

Malleus loved hearing your stories.

From your gym battle challenges to your contests. Catching all your Pokémon and even receiving an egg from a woman named Cynthia that hatched into a Togepi that which layer evolved into your beloved Togekiss.

Malleus has never left the Valley of Thorns, except for school, so he enjoyed hearing about your travels. Your freedom to journey and see so many different places, never being tied down, he envied it.

“May I see your badges and ribbons again?” He asked.

“Sure.” You agreed, getting up to grab them.

At the movement, Glaceon, rather huffily, got up from your lap and moved to Malleus, curling up on his lap instead. He instantly started stroking her with one hand while the other continued scratching Garchomp. He only stopped when you handed him your badge and ribbon case.

He immediately opened them both and admired your impressive 7 badges and 5 sparkling ribbons. 

You had told him that even though you had collected the required number of ribbons, you were transported to Twisted Wonderland before you could compete in the Grand Festival. You also hadn’t yet had the chance to earn your 8th and final gym badge, which allowed you to challenge the Elite Four and the Sinnoh Champion. 

“They are very impressive, Child of Man.” Malleus complemented.

Even though there wasn’t a gym challenge or contests in Twisted Wonderland, Malleus could tell how much value each badge and ribbon you earned had.

“Thanks, Tsunotaro.” You beamed, positively preening at the complement. “Maybe when I find a way home you could come with me and have your own journey. There are a bunch of dragon type Pokémon I bet you’d like. Maybe your starter could be an Axew. Or a Dino. Maybe a Gible seeing how well you get along with Garchomp. There are also rock or electric types. OOH- Maybe a fairy type!”

Malleus tuned your rambling out. His head was both empty and racing.

Him? Go on a journey in another world? The idea was preposterous! Yet... also tempting.

Traveling around with no chains. Nobody knowing who he was, thus no one quivering at the sight of him. No overbearing, but well meaning, guards to coddle him. He liked this idea!

Unfortunately, he didn’t have long to dwell on the tempting daydream when Ramshakle’s door slammed open with a loud bang.

“WAKA-SAMA!!!”

Speak of the devil.

You and Malleus turned to the doorway to a disheveled and hysterical looking Sebek and a normal sleepy looking Silver.

“Sebek.” Malleus greeted, hiding his annoyance of being interrupted during his time with his Child of Man.

“Waka-sama, you mustn’t leave without telling us! What if something happens to y-”

The half-fae was cut off by and ice beam, freezing him solid. You and Malleus looked over at Glaceon who was angry about having her sleep disturbed for a third time. Now quite irritated and huffy, Glaceon angrily marched upstairs to try and get some sleep in your room.

“My apologies.” You jumped when Lilia appeared behind you without warning, hanging upside down as usual. “They ran off when I wasn’t looking.”

You looked back at the other Diasomnia residence. Silver had already fallen asleep, using Togekiss’s soft, feathery body as a pillow, while Sebek was slowly beginning to thaw out of the ice.

You wish you could say this is the weirdest thing to ever happen with them.

After having Lucario use force-palm and free Sebek, you all sat down near the fire.

(You left Silver be since he was already asleep.)

Sebek wanted to know what was so fascinating about you that Waka-sama would continuously come visit you. 

The only thing you could think of was telling them about your journey.

“After I won my seventh gym badge at Snowpoint, I had to meet my friend, Barry, at Lake Acuity and right after that I had to meet with Professor Rowan and Lucas at Lake Verity.”

“Why did you have to go to those lakes?” Lilia asked, genuinely curious as to what value they had.

“Uh, well-- mmh-- pthbbt.” You tried to think of a way to avoid that question, or at least dance your way around it, and the stuttering and raspberry blowing was obviously helping you be discreet in avoiding the question. 

“GLACE!!”

A loud yell echoed from upstairs thatw as loud enough to wake even Silver. You were momentarily grateful that you had been interrupted before realizing ‘Oh shit that’s my Pokémon.”

“Glaceon!” You yelled, bolting from your chair and rushing up the stairs with your Pokémon and the Diasomnia boys at your heels.

You opened your bedroom door with a loud bang and saw Glaceon in a defensive stance, hissing at the mirror with Grim looking frazzled.

“Fgaah! Minion, control your Pokémon! I was asleep and then it started shouting and tried to attack the mirror!” He yelled angrily, before stalking off to the living room to continue sleeping.

You sighed before looking over at the mirror. You held out your arm towards your Pokémon so they knew not to do anything yet. You inched closer to the mirror, pausing only for a second to pet Glaceon and calm her down a bit. You walked forward a few more steps until you were face-to-face with the mirror. 

Now that you were closer, you could see the shadow of something moving within the glass. You didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t Micky. You leaned a bit closer, trying to make out the figure--

“GIRATINA!!”

Everything went black.

~

The first thing you noticed when you could see again was that you were clearly not in your room. Or your dorm for that matter. 

Everything was weird. You weren’t sure of any other way to describe it other than weird.

Weird and familiar.

“The Reverse World.” You muttered, shocked by your sudden return to the feared Giratina’s playground. 

You didn’t have long to stay dumbfounded when you remembered the Legendary who lived in this world. You frantically looked around you and saw that your team and the boys were with you, which did nothing to curb your panic. Grim wasn’t with you all, so you assumed hoped that he was still at Ramshackle.

You first woke up your Pokémon. They freaked out for a second before realizing where they were, putting them all on guard. They carefully scanned their surroundings for anything they found threatening while you quickly crawled over to the boys, traying to shake them awake. 

“Get up. Guys, get up! We need to move!”

The Diasomnia boys hardly registered what was happening and where they were before you pulled them away. Your team created a barrier around you all as you lead the boys through the strange new world. All they could do was look around wildly.

“Careful, gravity gets weird here.” You warned them. 

True to your words, the piece of land you all were walking on started to curve in the air until you all started walking upside down. Even Lilia, who was used to hanging upside down, was a bit thrown off about this.

“What is this place?” Silver asked what everyone was thinking, knowing that you were the only one who could give any of them an answer.

“The Distortion World.” You explained. “Also known as the Reverse World. It’s kind of like the Underworld of my world.”

That explanation only provided them with more questions but went they entered a place that had these large bubbles floating around them they were quickly distracted.

“Hey,” Silver called, gaining everyone’s attention. “This thing has headmaster Crowley in it.”

Said bubble did have a picture of Crowley in his office, working late into the night. Huh. Who know he actually did anything.

Silver raised a hand towards the bubble. 

“No, don’t touch it!” You exclaimed. Unfortunately it was a second to late and the bubble popped at the slightest graze of Silver’s fingers.

The boys looked over to you at the sound of you yell, seeing your panicked expression.

“Don’t. Touch. Anything.” You order, stressing out each word. “Everything in this world effects the real world. If you aren’t careful you could kill someone through this place.

The boys looked positively alarmed.

“Will the headmaster be alright?”

You waved off their concern, continuing to lead the way. “He’ll be fine. Popping that bubble didn’t kill him, but it did feel like he was hit with a bowling ball.

“How do you know this? How do you know so much about this place, (Y/n).” Lilia asked, dead serious. 

You glance over your shoulder at them before sighing.

Guess it was time to come clean.

“There are some things that happened during my journey that I didn’t tell you guys about.” You confessed.

“While journeying through Sinnoh, I constantly ran into an organization called Team Galactic. Their leader, Cyrus, believed that the world was ugly and needed to be destroyed. His plan was to capture the legendary Pokémon, Palkia and Dialga, and the Lake Guardians, Uxie, Mesprit, and Azelf. Those three were the reason I met Barry and Professor Rowan at the lakes, Lilia, to try and save the Lake Guardians from Team Galactic. Anyway, Cyrus claimed that he was going to create his own, perfect world using the powers of the legendary Pokémon. At least I think that was his plan. He talks like Shakespeare and I have a middle school education. Anyway, before he could create his ‘perfect world’ Giratina appeared and took Cyrus away to here, the Distortion World. This is Giratina’s domain.”

The boys were stunned into silence. They knew you were strong, but for you to have done all that as well as fighting overblots? They were truly impressed.

“What happened afterwards?” Malleus questioned, enthralled by your story.

“Cynthia, the current Sinnoh Champion, and I entered the Distortion World to save Cyrus. Unfortunately, he saw this place as his ideal world and didn’t want to leave. In the end, we had to use force and I beat him in a battle. And, after that, I had to face Giratina itself. But, I don’t know how, but before I could face it, the Dark Mirror called me to Twisted Wonderland.”

You stopped walking, taking a deep breath before turning to face the boys. 

“We need to find Giratina. Giratina’s the only Pokémon that can travel between worlds and its the only thing that can get us back to Night Raven.”

Your tone alone was enough to my the Diasomnia boys understand the severity of the situation.

“Human, if this creature is as powerful as you claim, then how do you expect to get it?” Sebek interrogated. 

You reached into your pocket and pulled out a purple ball with an ‘M’ on it, showing it the the boys.

“This is a master ball. I stole it from Cyrus’s base when I went to save the Lake Guardians. It can catch any Pokémon without fail. All we need to do is find Giratina.”

“Lucar!” 

“Luxray!”

You all turned to Lucario and Luxray who were growling in the same direction. Looking closely, you could see something coming at you all. Your team took their battle stances and sure enough, there was the Angel of Darkness itself, Giratina. 

Even Malleus had to admit, that creature was terrifying. 

It looked like a dragon and centipede mixed together, but it towered over everything, easily dwarfing them all.

You waisted no time.

“Empoleon, Hydro Cannon!” You ordered. Even Sebek had to admit that your authoritative tone was hard to ignore and resist, full of confidence and superiority. 

Empoleon listened without question, fearlessly attacking the towering giant.

“Lucario, Aura Sphere! Glaceon, Ice Beam! Luxray, Thunder! Garchomp, Dragon Rush!”

All your Pokémon attacked at once, hitting Giratina square on. The legendary screeched before firing a move of its own that your team narrowly avoided.

“Great job. Keep attacking!” You ordered shooing the boys out of Giratina’s firing range.

“What do we need to do to help, (Y/n)?” Malleus asked. He was already gripping his pen, ready to fight.

“Nothing. Just stay put and don’t move.” You ordered sternly. The boys were stunned.

“What?! (Y/n) we can help-” 

“I know you can help,” You cut off. “But I don’t need to defeat Giratina. I just need to distract it.”

You ran off before they could question what you meant, whistling for your Pokémon.

“Togekiss!” You called, jumping off the edge of the land and easily getting caught by your flying type, who flew you behind Giratina. 

You let your team get in one last group attack before throwing the master ball at Giratina. 

The legendary effortlessly went in and after a spectacular dive made by you and Togekiss, you caught the ball and returned to the boys.

The boys ran over to you as you climbed off Togekiss, looking at the ball in your hand.

“I can’t believe you actually caught it, human!” Sebek exclaimed, flabbergasted. 

“Thanks, Sebek.”

“So what now?” Silver asked. The group all turned to you expectedly and you rolled your eyes before turning around to the wide open space and releasing Giratina from the master ball. 

“Giratina,” You called, “Please take us back.”

Giratina stared down at you before letting out an echoing screech and lowing its head to your level.

Immediately understanding what it wanted you to do, you crawled onto its head before waving the boys over.

“C’mon. We its going to take us back.”

Hesitantly, the boys climbed on with your Pokémon and once everyone was on, Giratina soared through the air.

This was different from riding a broom or riding Togekiss, who was happily flying beside you all, but it was exhilarating at the same time.

Too soon for anyone’s tastes, Giratina slowed down to a stop before lowering itself down so that everyone could climb off. 

The place were Giratina dropped you all off was a small patch of land with two lakes on it. You and the boys could see your bedroom in one of the lakes, making you realize that you were looking through your bedroom mirror.

“Alright!” You cheered. “Let’s get back.” But before you could step through the reflection, Empoleon called out to you.

“Empoleon!”

“Huh? What is it, Empoleon?”

He was looking in the other lake, pointing at something. 

You, your team, and the boys looked through the refection and you couldn’t restrain the gasp that left your mouth.

You could see the Mesprit, the guardian of Lake Verity.

“That’s Mesprit, Lake Verity’s guardian!” You exclaimed, coming to several realizations at once. “That’s close to Twinleaf Town. I-I could go home!”

You turned to your team and the Diasomnia boys, your eyes sparking with both joy and a few unshed tears. “With Giratina we can go home and still stay in Twisted Wonderland!”

Mallues watched you with soft eyes. He had seen a side if you tonight that he had never seen before. Your courage, your confidence, your skill. He had these too, but yours stemmed from experience. This wasn’t something you were taught since you were born like him, these were abilities you learned through trial and error with your team. Something that he wanted.

With a new found determination, Malleus turned to his most trusted knights and friends.

“Lilia, Silver, Sebek,” He began, quickly gaining everyone's attention, “I have decided that until it is time for me to receive the crown from my grandmother, I want to travel (Y/n)’s world with a Pokémon of my own.”

Even you weren’t expecting that announcement.

“WHAT?! WAKA-SAMA ARE YOU FEELING WELL?!?!? WE MUST GET YOU TO AN INFIMERORY!!”

“I’m fine, Sebek. And I’m not joking.”

“WHAAAAAAAT?!?! YOU, HUMAN, YOU HAVE GIVEN WAKA-SAMA THIS DANGEROUS IDEA!!”

“I think its a great idea.”

“MASTER LILIA?!?!”

“zzzzz”

You couldn’t help snorting at the scene in front of you. A rather calm Malleus simply being unmovable about his choice of coming home with you, a hysterical Sebek trying to talk him out of it, an impish looking Lilia who actually supported Malleus’s idea, and a snoozing silver, who could still sleep effortlessly despite the chaos surrounding him.

You leaned up against Empoleon’s belly, him and all your other Pokémon already lying down, knowing that this was going to take a while. Even Giratina was curled up!

But, You thought, watching the group was a soft smile, you know that no matter how much you wanted to go home, you would've missed this. And this, your friends and NRC, was something that you never wanted to lose.

Bonus:

After sorting everything out with Crowley, you returned to your world to reconcile with your friends and your mom. It took some explaining, but bringing Grim back with you as well as Malleus with his magic and horns was enough to convince everyone what happened to you.

Afterwards, you were able to compete in the Grand Festival. You didn’t end up winning, however you did make it to the finals. Your opponent, Dawn, had only beaten you by a few points.

The Diasomnia gang, as well as Grim, the Adeuce combo, and the Pomefiore Trio were all present to see this and couldn’t have been prouder.

Once the Grand Festival had come to a close, you headed over to Sunnyshore City and won your 8th and final Gym Badge, permitting you to challenge the Elite Four and Cynthia.

The Pomefiore Trio didn’t watch these challenges, but the other did. 

Their nerves were through the roof when you finally faced Cynthia. And when your Garchomp miraculously out sped her Garchomp with the finishing move nobody cheered louder. 

In the end, you took Malleus to the place where you caught Garchomp back when he was still a Gible and caught Malleus his own, whom he unironically named ‘Gargoyle.’ 

Malleus did have to return to the Valley of Thorns, but not without you promising that the upcoming summer would be the start of his own Pokémon Journey. 

I wrote most of this forgetting about Grim, so sorry he doesn’t have a bigger role or more screen time.

Fun story; I got in trouble for writing down my ideas for this at work even though I did it while the store was dead and I’ve worked there for nearly two years and have either written something or drawn something almost every shift I have. Litterally no one but the manager to caught me cares. 

And, just to irritate me more (whether she was aware of it or not), said manager takes my writings and decides to read them and then proceeds to put them back in the wrong order before lecturing me.

So, yeah, that was fun.

[riku-writings]

ADMIRATION

Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x Fem! Reader

Summary: Reader likes to fantasize about The Home Economics Club Leader's Hands.

Warnings: Smut with a smol plot, Fingering.

A/n: I am not really sorry about this ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡,,, inspired by that one megumi oneshot in wattpad that i read ages ago. . .((edited hundred times since i just realized now that some of the smut parts were messed up even though i checked it multiple times,,, I'm sorry for the confusion i hope i got the order right ಠ,_｣ಠ)

Wc; 2k

It started with just an innocent admiration of him being a charming dude, that's all. The guy's a good student, an overall husband material with his sewing and cooking skills. He was heaven sent with his overall visual ( dyed hair, piercings and his eyebrow slits). Everyone knows he's a delinquent because of that Pehyan dude who would fight with Yasuda-San just to excuse mitsuya out of the club. Despite his delinquent bg, Mitsuya was respectful and patient. Making every girl and boy swoon over him.

A bad boy with a soft hubby side. Best of both worlds they would say.

You were part of it. The Home Economics Club, they were lying if the whole club wasn't a simping club for the one and only Mitsuya Takashi. It was only yasuda and you who took the club for extra credits. The others well, you could say they were there to see him. Eitherway everyone was cooperative and hardworking.

Not only were you with him in that club. You were his classmate. Even better, his seatmate. You always get a view of his charming side profile.

You find yourself just staring at his features, from his long lashes to his pointed nose, down to his lips. Sometimes his tongue would dart out, out of pure concentration. (You noticed this whenever you try and get his attention to check your work in the club)

Your eyes always latching itself down to his hands. Not that you're a complete freak but you appreciate it. Like if someone asked you what body part attract you the most. You would definitely answer, hands.

His hands were the prettiest especially when its enclosed with those rings that has a cross engrave on it. It was veiny, fingers elongated and a bit bony. Nails cleanly cut. His wrist always had a silver bracelet on it. You don't know why was that attractive.

You had an unpopular opinion that it was soft to touch. You wonder if your thoughts were true. You can feel yourself blush at the thought of him just holding your hand.

You can't help it but you just stare at them with pure admiration. Due to this, you noticed how he liked twirling a pen around his middle and index finger. Fascinated, you tried it once, though you failed. You not knowing he was looking at your failed attempts. Grinning.

"y/n are you listening?" A voice called pulling you out of your own embarassing thoughts. You look up at the owner of the hands you've been staring at for a while now.

"U-uhm yes?"

"Tell me how did you end up with this then?" Mitsuya raises his brow, your messed up fabric lifted up by him. The girls around you giggled at your clumsy behaviour. You retrieved it. "Ehm, I'm sorry leader can you explain it again?"

"Alright, listen this time dummy" He says with a teasing grin, ruffling your hair gently. He sat next to you. Using the seam ripper to remove your mistakes. You just stared at his fingers pointing at where you should redo it.

You wondered how he would shove it in your mo—

You mentally slapped yourself. As you crossed your legs together at the sudden image that came over your mind. "You okay? y/n?" Mitsuya stared at you noticing how you pressed your thighs together. "Hmhm" You responded.

"Leader! can you check this?" Another called out for mitsuya. He stood up and pats your shoulder.

"alright, I'll leave it to you then" He smiled.

The next days you tried to scold your mind for having intrusive thoughts of Mitsuya and his hands. Unfortunately, your mind developed a sudden kink with it. Making every imaginary situation more. . . . lewd.

"Hey Y/n! Hold up your hand" Your classmate suddenly called you lifting his hand towards yours. You knew exactly what he was trying to do, since he's been busy tryna do that with the other girls this morning. "Eh? I don't want to." You replied.

"Bet if mitsuya did it, y/n would do it!" Another classmate of yours shouted from the back. You raised your middle finger, continuing on cramming your homework.

"Leader~ Can you do that for us~" The boys teasingly called mitsuya. Who was back from his lunch raising an eyebrow at them. Hands pocketed "Do what?"

"We're just comparing hand sizes" They shrugged lifting up their hands. "Y/n won't let us~~"

"Eh? Stop bothering y/n." Mitsuya say in his deep voice his feet landing a hit on their butts, before proceeding to you. The men in the back groaned.

Bending to meet your gaze. He grinned "Now you owe me, work on your missed templates with me later" The lilac haired boy reminded. You just rolled your eyes on him mocking a tongue out. He chuckled. "And I thought you just saved me, leader."

You stayed with him in the club room. Doing your templates beside him. Him just handstitching a bunny like doll. The room slowly darkening as the sun sets. He turned on a lamp beside his table. Slowly the other girls started to leave the club room, waving their goodbye's to Mitsuya.

"Hmmmm you've been spacing out lately, are you okay?" He coughed softly referring to your messed up works recently. Eyes going to you.

"Me? spacing out?" You acted dumb, you scoffed in a fake manner. Brushing your hair with your fingers to shake off your stiffening state.

Not meeting any of his gaze, you just continued to sketch.

Did he figure it out? Did he catch me staring at his hands? Nah I need to stop overthinking.

"Alright then." Silence invaded the whole club room again. Your eyes roamed around realizing the rest of the girls left already leaving you two alone.

"Hold your hand up." Mitsuya suddenly commanded. Eyes going to him, you raised your brow. "I wanna know— our hand difference." He explained raising his hand infront of you. Placing his doll down the table.

"You know the boys in our class are just a bunch of perverts right?" Speaking like a fucking hypocrite, your actions didn't match up with your words. Almost instinctively, you faced him holding them up. He pressed his against yours.

Your insides melt at this gesture. Your theory confirmed that he has actually, soft hands.

"You have cute small hands" His lips curled up, slowly his fingers intertwined with yours, locking it with his. "Well yours rough" You lied, cheeks burning as you looked at your connected hands. "Is that so?"

Abruptly, mitsuya pulled you close to him. Making your other hand rest on top of his shoulder. His face centimeters away yours. Lips almost brushing.

"So is this what they're trying to do with you?" He asks in a low voice his eyes piercing through you. Craning his neck, curious.

"Yeah. . . " You broke eye contact. "Good thing I stopped them." He chuckled, eyes closing. He leaned back. Patting your head.

Funnily, that interaction with him didn't stop your thoughts. Actually it made your whole dirty secret worse. Just seeing him tapping his fingers on his lips as his chin rested on his palm. Made your mind run thoughts about the things his hands would do to you.

You leaned back looking around the morning peace in the clubroom. You were always the first one to go here. Since it's more quiet that way.

You closed your eyes craning your neck side to side. Loosening up a bit.

What would his fingers feel wrapped around your neck— no. no.

You shifted on your seat, pressing your thighs together. Mentally slapping yourself.

Changing your attention, your sight caught your pen. Picking it up you tried to do that cool trick again. Trying to twirl it around in between your middle and index finger.

"Ohhh you're trying to do it again?" Mitsuya popped out of nowhere. You jolted a bit, making him laugh. You clearly didn't see him coming in.

He hovered behind you, his chest pressed on your back as he rested his hand on your desk right beside yours. He leaned in observing your half-done project. "Again?" You asked head turning towards his face.

"Well I saw you trying to do this"

He pulled his other hand up grabbing your pen, his fingers did it in ease. "no need to brag leader-san" You tell him grabbing your pen back. "Looks like you're gonna stay with me again later" Mitsuya mentioned pointing at your work.

After classes you proceeded to your clubroom already, knowing you're gonna take so long with your project. Though you were greeted by yasuda leaving you with her tasks because apparently she also had friday plans like the others. The others always had friday plans that it would leave you, yasuda and mitsuya with the work.

"It's okay yasuda-san! I promise to clean up and remind leader to lock the door!" You assured her, she then finally nodded. "Fine fine— Also don't let that slimy delinquent distract leader" She added, you nodded giving her a big thumbs up, she then waved her hands leaving you all alone with the mess of excess papers and fabric from this morning.

You tied your hair as you clean up the place before doing your own project. You actually sat on the front desk as you look around feeling satisfied. Finally continuing your hand stitch. (You gave up after breaking 3 needles into half with your machine.)

You stay seated on the front desk, comfortably doing your own project. Humming a few songs here in there. The door then slid open.

"I'm guessing yasuda san has plans?" Mitsuya came in seeing you on his desk. "yup" You nodded eyes focused on your stitch. Sudden fingers gripped your knees.

"You should stop manspreading in that skirt" He scolded you pushing your knees together. You shivered at his touch against your skin. Due to this sudden awareness of his hand still gripping your lower thighs— you accidentally pricked your finger on a needle.

"Ouch." You hissed as you saw your finger starts to ooze out blood. "You're so clumsy" Mitsuya clicked his tongue removing the cloth on your hands bringing it down to the side. He grabbed your hand and started sucking on your finger.

"U-uhm" You widened your eyes as you saw the sight of mitsuya sucking your index finger. You blushed profusely at this. "Eh? I- I — you didn't have to do that" He finally let go of your finger.

"I don't have bandages on me—plus that always does the trick" He says wiping it. You just nodded looking around. "Tsk what is it that got you distracted again hm?" He questions furrowing his brows he leaned closer to you. He layed his hands on the table, locking you in.

"Ugh you really want me to say it huh?" You groaned. He craned his neck to the side. Waiting for you to continue. "Okay— I may have a small admiration towards your hands. . ."

"Admiration?"

"Well it was honestly innocent at first until it got all dirty and as much as I wanted to get it out of my head you suddenly do things to me"

"And what was my hands doing?"

"Mitsuya . . "

"No dove tell me" He said as the choice of endearment shoot straight to your core. Making you shift on your seat.

"hm shoving it in my mou—"

Mitsuya shoved his middle and index finger inside your mouth. Your cheeks burn at the sudden action. His other hand held your waist, holding you closer. "You like this?" He asked with hooded eyes. Your tongue twirled around his finger, he slowly discarded them letting out a popping sound as it came out of your lips. Feeling your chest warmed up down to your lower belly.

"Is this why you're so distracted lately? because you're too busy thinking about my hands?" He then held your chin with his fingers as he hummed. Lips inching closer to yours. You just nodded feeling feverish. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

Once again you nodded. You can feel the growing lust underneath your skirt. Pressing your thighs together to relief the heat. Mitsuya following the movement. His eyes went back to pierce through yours.

"Say please" He smugly commanded. You pouted.

He taps your lips. Wetting it with your own spit.

"Please kiss me."

Mitsuya leaned in to claim your lips, you lightly gasped as his lips finally touch yours. Closing your eyes, you melt into his kiss. He smirked at his before his hand on your waist went up to your hair tie, pulling it to let your hair flow against your shoulders.

He then licked your lips, instinctively you opened your mouth allowing him to enter his warm wet muscle inside. You whimpered at this, feeling your feverish state get warmer. Spreading all over your body. He caressed your cheek as he kissed you deeper. His other hand caressing your side, slightly brushing up against your chest. You hummed against his lips.

Biting onto your bottom lip he licked it. Before leaning back, placing a soft kiss on yours before taking in your whole panting visual.

"Do you want me to touch you, dove?" He questions, his thumb now pressing onto your bottom lip. His left hand went down on your thighs, softly pinching them.

"Please touch me, takashi"

With that his fingers indulged inside the band of your damp underwear. "Hm you're so wet, princess" He hummed letting his finger brushed up against your folds. You squirmed under his touch, your pussy clenching around nothing.

"Is this what you're thinking about in class?" He whispered next to your ear, placing a hot kiss on your cheek. You nodded, biting onto your red lips. As his middle finger continued to slide so easily with your wet slick. Up and down teasing both of your sensitive clit and your pleading hole.

You then felt the pad of his fingers teasing circles on your entrance, you looked at him with glossed eyes. He licked his lips seeing you practically begging for it.

His other hand held the back of your knees spreading your legs to gain more access. You leaned back supporting your weight with your hands.

Letting your skirt ride up, He bit his lips as he saw your ruined flimsy panties with his hand in it. You just looked at him with a pout wanting his fingers to penetrate your hole. "Please" You plead him trying to grind into his hand. Without caution he plunged his two fingers in your heat.

You bit back a moan. "Don't hold back now, dove." He said with a smug as he felt your hole clench around his fingers. "I-I can't takashi" You say feeling little under him. He chuckled at your pouting lips before placing a kiss on them. "Acting shy now huh"

Mitsuya curled his fingers inside making you squirm. "Don't move." He warned before pounding his hand into your writhing pussy. His long fingers hitting your soft spot almost immediately. You moaned letting your forehead clash itself against his. "You're taking my fingers so well baby. So noisy" He said referring to the slick slapping sounds of your wet pussy. You blushed at this ashamed on how you were making a mess on his hands.

"Aa you're so lewd— bet you've touched yourself multiple times thinking about this" He said adding another finger in your hole easily. You sobbed at the sudden feeling of fullnes inside "Hmm too much"

"Too much? you're a good girl you can take it" He says kissing your cheek once agaib. He thrusted his three fingers into your hole curling it up to feel your spongey walls clenching into him tighter.

"Mmn t-takashi—k-kiss" You mumbled feeling yourself itching up to your own orgasm.

"You want a kiss baby hm?" He hummed as his thrusts got harder and faster. Knuckles deep, the tip of his fingers hitting your sensitive spot. You purred nodding, He kissed your lips deeply making your moans muffled. You felt hot inside you as you panted trying to comprehend everything that he was doing to you. With that you felt your orgasm continue to build up. Your head leaned back breaking off his kiss, grinding back into his hand. Mitsuya felt yourself tighten continuing to hit on your sweet spot. Your own wetness beginning to drip down.

His thumb finally taking notice of your abandoned nub. He played with it. You squirmed as you feel it burn against his thumb.

"'m close" You squeak biting onto your lips. "Go on baby cum on my fingers" He said littering kisses on your neck, hands pounding into you harshly. With those words and his thumb rubbing your sensitive clit. Your thighs started to fidget. You closing your eyes shut as you panted.

You came onto his fingers. You let out a whiny moan as His fingers slowly ride out your high.

"Good girl" He said pulling his fingers out your panties. Your eyes opened seeing him cleaning his fingers clean with his tongue. He smirked as you lolled your tongue out. He placed his fingers on your tongue, letting you lick and suck them clean.

"You look so pretty like that, dove" He say as you finished pulling his fingers out popping out of your lips. He held your waist with his arms, moving you closer again. Leaning in to kiss you softly this time on your forehead. "How was that?"

"Better than what I imagined actually"

"C'mon it looks like we have friday plans too" Mitsuya said kissing your lips. Bringing you down the table. You smiled.