Hey Guys, I Just Wanted To Hop On Here And Ask If There Were Any Characters I Haven't Written For That

-He unfortunately has work the week of christmas

-So the two of you don’t do much once all the decor is up

-It’s a little lonely and he’s the most apologetic he’s ever been about having to work.

-He does go along with your little scheme under the mistletoe

-Yuji sometimes stays with you guys over winter break

-He likes to shop for other people so Christmas is usually a good excuse to do so

-Every year at least one person buys him a tie

-He loves to spoil you literally every year<33

How would present mic, aizawa, midnight and ms joke act if one of their students sacrificed themselves to save the teachers life

Eraserhead

Devastated. Pissed. Literally any negative descriptor. We all know that his students are basically his children and to have one of them sacrifice their life? He put fear strong enough to kill a man into the villain, using it as a distraction until it was time for the parents of the student to be informed where he left their residence with his head hung low as grief radiated through the house and through himself. He can’t even sleep without seeing it on repeat again and again in his dreams and they all ended the same; with one less student then they entered the battlefield with. Overall I think he’d be the most distraught of the teachers in a situation like this.

Ms Joke.

Cannot for the life of her figure out where everything went so wrong but tries to cope using comedy. This led to her essentially ignoring her own feelings about the situation until they crashed through her mental barriers with the force of a tsunami. Slowly, things she used to enjoy seem less and less interesting, and her brain was always scattered as she fought to improve both her own strategies and that of her remaining students to prevent the situation from ever arising how it did again.

Present Mic

He was in both shock and denial for a while until it came time for him to speak at their funeral service. He gave his speech but then had to quickly excuse himself and ended up sobbing in his car as guilt overflowed and only multiplied as he spotted the students grieving family watching as the casket was lowered into the ground. He was forced into mandatory therapy before he was allowed to go back to doing his pro hero and teaching duties.

Midnight

She hadn’t noticed the villain coming up behind her until she heard the thud of bodies dropping behind her. She was distraught and wracked with guilt beyond what she knew was possible. She blamed herself for months despite knowing that the student knew full well that being a pro could cost them their life, even while in training, even when patrolling with someone more experienced. The press had a field day with the story, so much fun that it was hard for some people to tell what really happened. The only constant among all the stories was that she was to blame for the loss of that student and it haunts her everyday.

He was never home.

Today was no different of course, he wished you a good day before you were even awake and now here you are. Sitting in his favorite restaurant, in his favorite dress, dressed to the nines all for him and he didn’t show up. Your texts have gone unanswered and your calls sent to voicemail as you wait for your husband to hopefully show up.

He never did.

So you brushed off the sympathetic glances and left in the rain, and when you finally made it home, the wound left by being stood up only stung more as you had forgotten about the rose petals you had scattered that were meant to be a surprise upon the end of your date. A date the two of you had planned for months. A date he said he wouldn’t forget. But here you sat, forgotten as easily as anything else outside of his work despite his promises that it wouldn’t happen. You sighed knowing you were gonna have to clean this up before he got back but you just couldn’t find the strength to do so as you dragged yourself to your shared bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, your heart heavy and eyes glazed with tears. You had waited hours only to be forgotten and you knew it would only happen again causing you to cry and sob into the bed until your eyes grew heavy and your breathing even. 

Only hours later did your husband return, his blonde hair disheveled from his work day and confusion crossing his face as he walked in to see you vacuuming up the rose petals no longer dressed up and your face stained with tears. “What’s wrong love?” He asked concerned as you stepped away from him “you forgot Kento, again” you hissed as he looked at you confused for a moment before it finally slapped him in the face; he forgot your guys’ date. 

“Love, I’m sorry work ran long and-” he started only to stop knowing excuses wouldn’t make this better, not anymore. “I’m sorry I forgot” he whispered, pulling you to him gently unsure if you would even let him hold you. But you did, you let him pull you in apologetically “I’m so tired of being forgotten” you sniffled knowing if you spoke to much on the matter you’d only cry more and you weren’t sure you had enough tears for that “I waited in the rain for you ya’ know?” you told him as he only held you tighter “It won’t happen again love I swear it” he whispered as you shook your head “it’ll happen again, it always does” and he couldn’t deny it, not when you seemed so sure of the fact and you were right it happened again and again, but somehow he always made up for it and somehow he always would.

Cowboy Mammon Drabble <3

Thinking About…

Thinking About Cowboy Mammon! Who looks oh so good fixing the fence. Nail between his teeth, the same teeth that left you marked after every encounter. The ache of your body is no longer a deterrent once he strips himself of his shirt leaving him in only his low-slung jeans dirty from the day's work. They don’t stay on long though as you go to bring him a cleaner, less sweat covered shirt only to be slung over his shoulder as he takes you to the shed and bends you over Lucifer’s workbench and eats you out till your essence is dripping down his chin, your screams the only thing to be heard across the acres of farmland and his brothers red in the face as the screams reach the main house, but neither of you seem to care as you lower yourself to return the favor.

A quote from the 10th chapter of a book I'm writing :)

'I was waiting to show my mother in law my new painting so it was still propped on the easel long since dry.  Despite that I couldn’t help but wander towards it taking in the different gray brush strokes that were visible around the painted silhouette of a familiar man with horns propped up on his head and eyes as deep as all of the world's oceans. Taking the portrait of the easel I set up a clean canvas and got to work putting thoughts into paint and just as before the devil appeared in my art as though it was there solely to remind me that my soul belonged to him and him alone.'

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