#EXCUSE ME BUT THE NOSE™

[andy-clutterbuck]

THE ONES WHO LIVE | 1x06

[cursingtoji]

5 and 24 with nanami 🤓

(nanami as a grumpy dom bodyguard.. PLEASE SEE MY VISION Y'ALL)

𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅!𝑵𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊

plus “you’re doing great” ⊱ brat taming, fingering, a bit of car sex, oral (f -> m); the Clichés ™

🝮 Bodyguard!Nanami who was hired by your father to keep you safe and away from trouble, though he was warned you could be a bit of handful sometimes.

🝮 Bodyguard!Nanami who can’t stand brats, every time you attempt to escape without him noticing he feels like tying you up and fuck your face until you’re crying begging for his forgiveness and promising to be good.

🝮 Bodyguard!Nanami who’s super professional, wearing a full suit and tie everyday, keeping the mysterious look by wearing sunglasses even inside the house. You of course can’t get a hold of yourself and invade his personal space poking his cheek and teasing him for looking so grumpy.

“Am I not behaving well today? You know why? ‘Cause I got a date” you whisper the last part as a secret, asking him to not tell your father.

🝮 Bodyguard!Nanami who knows he would just cause more trouble to himself if he tells on you, so with a tired sigh he takes the keys and drives you to the restaurant, not failing to notice the way you pushed your breasts and wore a sweet perfume for the date. He waits patiently by the bar keeping an eye on your table, especially on your date that he can tell almost immediately it’s not worth a damn penny. The way he can’t keep his eyes on your face for more than 3 seconds without dropping to your cleavage and always bringing the topic back to himself makes Nanami wants to break his nose.

“Did you listen to our conversation?” you ask your bodyguard discretely after telling your date you were going to get a drink at the bar.

“A little bit, yes” he lies, of course he heard the whole thing.

“What do you think of him?” Nanami studies you, your fingers are nervously kneading a clean napkin, your eyes are shiny and wide expecting an answer from him, the blond side looks your date who was smiling down at his phone.

“Are you seriously asking me this?” his answer is harsh, you should’ve seen this coming.

“Sorry, it’s just that I haven’t had much luck with men lately” you confess in a moment of vulnerability, “Do you think we can sneak out without him noticing?” Nanami empties his glass of whiskey in one go before placing his hand on your lower back and leading you to the exit.

🝮 Bodyguard!Nanami who keeps wearing sunglasses inside, but he uses it as an excuse to shamelessly stare at your body. You’ve grown too comfortable around him, barely using a bra anymore, bending way too low in that little shorts and showering with your bathroom door open where, even though he can’t see you, the smell coming out of the bathroom and your humming is enough to tempt him into joining you.

🝮 Bodyguard!Nanami who thinks you have been quite good lately, it’s even a little concerning, but peace doesn’t reign for too long and as soon as his guard is down you leave the house on a little party dress and go club.

You manage to get yourself almost two hours drinking and dancing with strangers before your partner has his hands abruptly taken away from your hips as Nanami twists his arm, you look over your shoulder to see your bodyguard murmuring a threat the man you now see it was not nearly as handsome as the one holding his arm to an almost breaking point. You attempt to tiptoe your way out of his sight but he’s quick to catch your wrist, you gasp when meeting his angered features.

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be” he threats tightening his grip on you.

🝮 Bodyguard!Nanami who fingers you in the passenger seat of the car, wanting nothing more than to rip that ridiculously short dress into pieces.

“You’re so difficult and for what? Is this what you wanted all this time?” he groans working his fingers firmly while still trying to drive without crashing.

"What you gonna do to me?" you ask biting your nails in antecipation but don't have to wait longer before your bodyguard is roughly throwing you onto the same bed he sees you go to every night with a different nightgown and has to restrain himself from joining you.

Not tonight though, tonight Nanami is getting what he wanted this whole time.

"That's the only way to shut that bratty little mouth of yours, huh" he mutters with your hair around his hand guiding your head between his legs. You ran your hands from the firm muscles of his thigh to the abs under his white shirt feeling it twich on your palm, tugging the material with your other hand as plead through gags for him to take it off.

"Alright, just because you're doing so great" he opens his buttons one by one and gets rid of all the clothes covering his torso, "C'mere" he pulls your hair until his cock slides off with a string of saliva and precum connecting him to your mouth.

🝮 Bodyguard!Nanami who helps you straddle him smiling widely as he sees you pout, "Don't make this face" he runs his thumb on your lower lip, "I'll make it good for us, but before you have to work for it, it's only fair after what you put me through" Nanami slaps your ass, you understand how stressful it must have been for him so you comply, not before picking his tie from the mattress and putting it around your own neck, your bodyguard smiles giving it a hard tug until your lips are on his.

Also part of the Clichés event:

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

“Who did this to you?” Sukuna

Drunk Confession — Toji

“What happened to us?” Gojo

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

[honeesucker]

Four -

Pairing: ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader

Word count: 4,749

Series Content Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Past Abuse & Trauma Response | Profuse Usage of Pet Names / All-around Softness | Bakugo Experienced Work-Related Trauma (causing near deafness, being put on leave from the agency, PTSD) | Eventual smut™ (will be tagged in individual chapters - to include but not limited to KiriBaku, HybridxHybrid, Hybrid heat trope, sex toy usage).

Chapter Content Warnings: depictions of hybrid fights / reader being used as a bait hybrid in a fight | Noncon (brief detail, mention of knotting - hybridxhybrid) | mentions of spit, blood.

*Not proofread.

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You had finally calmed down from your anxiety attack, the tears long gone but the gentle hiccups that resulted from a hard cry were still jolting your body as you tried to take in steadier breaths. Bakugo was sitting with his eyes closed, breaths coming in a steady rhythm but his hand against your back, fingers rubbing small, gentle circles let you know he was still awake. You couldn’t quantify how much time had passed since the whole incident started, the ache from the release of the rubber bands where burning rings of skin was left told you it’d been long enough for your body to catch up with itself.

You were exhausted.  

You huffed out a quick breath of air, and fell forward on Bakugo’s chest, resting on your chin to look up at him and nose at his throat again. Bakugo cracked one eye open with a quirk of his brow and looked down at you.  

“What’cha think you’re snoofin’ at, Pup?” Bakugo grumbled with no malice in his tone.

“Ah-!” His sudden awareness of you startled you, a sheepish smile appearing on your face. “Y-you smell good, wanted to smell it again.”

“Mm, still smell Red and TetsuTetsu on me, hm?” Bakugo mused.

“No,” when you shook your head, still resting against him, your cold nose dragged against his skin, and it sent a shudder through his body. “S’different than them, something better.”  

Unnoticed by everyone else, but Bakugo could feel the tips of his ears and the back of his neck heat up at your revelation that it was purely him that you were finding pleasant. Bakugo shifted in the seat, legs and ass sore from sitting for so long in one position, and you bounced up on him as he did so – a tiny yelp-like giggle escaping you which he broke a crooked, fanged grin at you. Your guys’ time together finally being interrupted by someone behind you clearing their throat. You whipped your head back, nearly upside down which caused your newly-floppy ears to stand up straight due to the backward angle of your head – this caused everyone to smile at the silly display.  

“Puppy,” the Director had come forward, just shy of a foot away from the pair as she smiled fondly down at you, letting your head rest in her hands as she raised them to cradle your head, her eyes darting up to meet Bakugo’s quickly as he simply nodded. “I think it's time for us to let Mr. Bakugo go home for today, and we need to get you to the facility Doctor to check on your ears – they have to be hurting you, yes?”  

“Mmm... yes, but-” you shifted your eyes, looking back at Bakugo with a conflicted expression. “You don’t want to stay longer?”

“’Course I do, Pup,” Bakugo said, reaching up to gently pat your cheek. “But it’s been a long day for everyone, and I think getting some rest would be good for us, too, don’t you think?” You just nodded with a sigh, and let Bakugo lift you up in his arms, carrying you like a toddler with your arms around his neck as he followed the Director into a different building in the facility where one of the many highly trained hybrid doctors would be able to check you over. Bakugo noted the way your ears seemed to flatten a little further against your head as he said a quick goodbye, telling you he’d see you again soon and left the room. Hana had excused herself to walk Bakugo out, the Director giving her a nod as she followed the blonde Pro. The Director finally turned to you, sitting with legs swinging atop an exam bed awaiting a doctor to come and see you.

“Puppy?” The Director asked, and your response was a small hum as you glanced up at her, shoulders drooped and demeanor a bit more down. “You like Mr. Bakugo, don’t you?” The Director had her answer in the way your cheeks tinged pink and your ears and whole body seemed to perk up at the idea, fluffy tail swishing behind you as it lazily thumped in time with your thoughts.  

“I do,” you finally said out loud, not looking up to meet her gaze.  

“Would you ever want to be adopted out again?” She pressed further and you drooped again, clearly thinking hard about the implication of what that meant for you. “Would you want Mr. Bakugo to adopt you?” Your eyes widened but you didn’t say anything, didn’t move but you were soon betrayed again by your fluffy cloud of a tail, thumping wildly behind you at the idea.  

“H-he wouldn’t want to adopt me,” you finally sighed, tail still technically wagging but clearly dejected. “I caused so much trouble, and I bit him-” you were startled as the Director cut you off.

“Puppy, what if I told you he had already put in an application for you?” You froze.

“For me?” You whispered, more to yourself. “He did?” Your mind began running through so many different scenarios – the most prevalent thought being why Bakugo would ever want a hybrid like you. You didn’t feel like you could offer him anything, felt like trouble only followed you wherever you went, and bringing it to Bakugo’s doorstep wasn’t something you wanted to do.  

“What’s holding you back, Puppy?” The Director’s calm voice brought you out of the string of incessant, negative thoughts and you glanced up at her while nibbling down on your bottom lip.

“What if he decides I’m not good enough and sends me back?” Your voice was so tiny it was almost imperceptible.

“Puppy,” the Director had kneeled in front of you, meeting your pouty expression with a kind smile as she took your hands in her own. “Mr. Bakugo has been taking all the classes, and learning about you, and has come to the same decision over and over again – that he still wants to adopt you. I think he’s really hoping you’d consider it, too... there’s also a good support system in place with him, too, since you’d be able to see Mr. Kirishima and TetsuTetsu as well,” she finished, watching as your tail picked up at the mention of your silver-haired friend.  

“Who’s Mr. Kirishima?” You finally asked, and the Director simply chuckled.

“Tall, red hair, he brought TetsuTetsu to visit a while back – do you remember?” Your eyes lit up as you nodded vigorously.

“Red! M’sorry I didn’t know the other name,” your sheepish grin was a welcome sight as the Director patted your shoulder. It wasn’t much of a wait after you finished speaking with the Director that one of the hybrid doctors – Dr. Sato – entered the room and began to examine your ears. He was careful with his handling of the newly exposed areas, dictating his findings to the Director as she sat in the far corner of the exam room. Dr. Sato took his time cleaning the area, stating that he wasn’t certain your fur would grow back, but the area that was nearly necrotic, and was caught just in time to be treated and you wouldn’t have to have any surgery to your ears which you were grateful for – slumping a little at the realization of what could’ve happened in you continuing to avoid your real ears. Dr. Sato prescribed some antibiotics to help with the minimal infection around the area and gave you a cream to spread on the hairless ring at the base of your ears to help with accelerating the healing of the area. You nodded along, promising to follow the treatment plan, and the Director chimed in that she would help in reminding you about taking the medication and doing your daily cleanings.  

Dr. Sato and the Director both had continued having a conversation, while you were waiting to be released, your mind swimming with the fantasy of being adopted again.

Being adopted by Him.

Something about Bakugo drew you in, even with his terrifying stature and harsh demeanor; something about the blonde man simply made you feel the safest you had ever felt in your life that you could remember. He was friends with your friend, and his owner. He didn’t hurt you when you bit him, didn’t get angry or yell or throw you off. You caught the tail-end of the conversation between Dr. Sato and the Director, and as she was leaving the room to follow the Doctor with the expectation you would follow as well, you spoke up.

“I do,” the Director stopped at your sudden words. “I want to be adopted,” your body felt electrified with the uncertain future, but you knew at the very least you’d be around people you felt the safest with. “By him,” you clarified, “I’d like to accept his application.”

The Director took in your apprehensive demeanor, noting that it didn’t seem you were truly afraid of being adopted by Bakugo, just appeared to be nervous in general which she didn’t blame you for given your history. The smile spread across her face as she held out a hand for you to take, and you did as you jumped down from the exam table.  

She was excited to make the call – her only dilemma was wondering if she should wait for morning to give the explosive hero the good news.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Bakugo had finally arrived home, the events of the day and the high emotions left a heavy weight tied to his ankles, dragging him, and to his heart; his body on autopilot as he took off his gear from the day, leaving them scattered across the table and floor of his genkan – he stripped down to his pants and the black tank worn underneath his hero costume as he slipped into his slippers and shuffled to his bathroom. His mind was running a mile a minute, going over the day's events as he tried hard to fight off the exhaustion he was suddenly hit with. While Bakugo was always vigilant and expecting something to happen given his understanding of the world, he truly didn’t anticipate encountering a scumbag extra like the piece of trash who thought he could even come close to touching you today. Bakugo wanted to blast that son of a bitch sky high and then some, but when the officers had come for the man, and he noticed you, he simply couldn’t bring himself to fight when it looked like you needed him more.

Bakugo swallowed hard. His heart thumping wildly in his chest as he remembered how light you felt in his arms, how soft and warm you were against him – how easy it felt holding you and toting you around. His mind then switched to how terrified you looked when that rubber band snapped, how your instincts overrode everything else when you bit down to get out of his arms. Bakugo couldn’t help but wonder just what memory was triggered when that rubber band broke, when he held you tighter and you fought with an admirable strength to escape – wondering what you had to fight to escape in the past. He swallowed the hard lump that formed in his throat and just shook off the heavy feelings. He showered, he drank nighttime tea and quickly downed a spicy instant noodle just to have something in him before he dropped down into bed and closed his eyes. It wasn’t long before Bakugo’s thoughts stilled, and he finally fell asleep.

Bakugo awoke in a place he had never been before, or rather, it felt vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t place his finger on it. He sat up, propping himself up on his elbows on an uncovered mattress, filthy and creaky, with a spring jutting out into his forearm as he put pressure there. His face contorted in a disgusting scowl as he looked around the vaguely familiar room, the piles of trash and various half-broken boxes revealing equally trashy contents. Bakugo stood up, kicking around the room before settling himself by a dresser near the door, thumbing through the scattered papers with half-written nonsensical sentences in chicken scratch handwriting.

He couldn’t explain how, or why, but he knew he had to be somewhere important. Someone was waiting for him, and his feet took him down a dingy hallway, and out into the dusty expanse of a rundown warehouse yard. He could hear a hushed road of shouting, cheering and curses in the adjacent building and he walked over, treading carefully, not knowing who he would encounter there. When he pushed open the heavy metal door where the sound was coming from he was met with cheers and wide, yellow-toothed smiles and some missing more than half of their teeth before he was patted on the shoulder and led closer to the center of the warehouse where men and women of various scummy degrees were shouting and waving tickets, cursing at each other and drinking as their eyes all stayed toward the center.  

“Thought you wouldn’t make it, man!” The man leading Bakugo shouted over the rest of the noise around them. “Fight’s already been set up, but you haven’t missed much, just the intros, bro, time to take your seat center stage man!” Bakugo just followed along as the grimy extra kept a grip on his bicep, leading him toward the center of the large room. Between the smell of smoke and liquor, body odor and dust Bakugo wanted to puke but he let himself get absorbed into the atmosphere, waiting to see what waited for him as he was led to a bench at the top center above an in-ground pit where Bakugo could see two incredibly large wolf hybrids chained up, just enough slack in the metal to allow the brutes to get attacks in on each other. What froze Bakugo’s blood the second he heard it, and then saw it, was the scared yip! As one of the hybrids decided to take his attention away from the hybrid opposite him and snap hungrily at a tiny hybrid chained to the wall.

It was you – his little Puppy.

Bakugo watched in rapt horror as the wolf hybrid caught your tail and bit down, a fresh, wet matting of blood ruining the soft look of your fur. Floppy little ears were pressed back against your head, nearly flat, as Bakugo took notice of the flood of tears welling up in your eyes and spilling over your cheeks. Bakugo wanted to shoot up, to jump down into the pit and knock out the two hybrids just to get to you – to tell you everything would be okay, that you’re safe with him. Bakugo soon learned, however, that his part in this play was one of control – being in control of this whole situation, being the one who put you in the pit.

The people around him cheered on as the wolf hybrids took turns attacking each other to near-death before turning their aggression on you, only barely being able to reach you just enough to mark you and get a taste of blood.

The fight was called not long after, Bakugo watching at a limp wolf hybrid was pulled away by a downcast man, apparently having lost the fight. The winning hybrid was in no better shape but could be led away by his chain with no additional support. You were shaking on the ground as the man who led Bakugo into this horror show earlier picked you up and threw you out of the pit, walking over to your collapsed form to grab the chain around your neck and drag you behind him with no care if you could keep up or were even capable of walking. Bakugo shot up after him, trying to get him to let you go but he just gave a dry laugh, saying you had to go be seen by the Boss.

The Boss – the mention of the name caused you to shrink further in on yourself, and Bakugo wasn’t sure how that was even possible with how small you already were making yourself. You were led back into the house where Bakugo had come from, being pulled toward a room he didn’t see earlier until you were thrown to the ground in front of a man dressed in all black. Slick black hair and even colder, lifeless black eyes regarded you and tsk’d as he lent down and tugged on one of your floppy little ears until you screamed.

“Didn’t I tell you to get this shit taken care of?” The man scowled, spitting in your face as you flinched away from him. “Floppy fuckin’ mutt ears, what kind of prize are you to offer up if you look like a piece of mixed breed trash, hah?” The man kicked forward, knocking you down onto your face where you stayed, too afraid to get up. Bakugo had been led to a couch just two feet away from this scene, where he watched the man from earlier strip you of the worn little dress you were covered by, hands immediately fighting for the fabric as you clawed at the man trying to take your cover away. You received a swift boot to the back of the head by the man who Bakugo recognized from earlier: the owner of the winning hybrid. Wondering what was going on for only a second longer before it all clicked – what the Boss had said, how he said it, why you were being stripped... Bakugo’s stomach turned as he watched the victor lead his wolf hybrid forward, the large brute leaning forward to sniff and lap at your exposed body before you were mounted. Bakugo found that the only movement he was capable of (that was his own in this dream body) was a tight grip of his hands. He could almost feel his palms heating up to explode as the grotesque scene in front of him unfolded, sparks burning into his fingers as they curled into his palms. Bakugo could nearly force the explosion he so desperately wanted to set off as he heard your crying turn to screams, his eyes deadly at the sight of the knot bullying its way into your body.

Bakugo awoke in a cold sweat to the sound of his phone vibrating on his bedside table. Sitting up as he coughed and choked on nothing, the recollection of his dream burned into his mind's eye as he tried to shake the residual hopelessness he felt at seeing you like that, and not being able to help you. He grabbed at his phone, not even glancing at the Caller ID screen before answering the call with a low growl of a ‘Wha’dya want?’ before the familiar voice instantly set him on high alert.  

“Is everything okay? Did something happen? I can be back down there in an-” Bakugo was cut off by the Director’s quick apology, and explanation.

“No, Mr. Bakugo everything is alright, I’m so sorry to call so late. It sounds like I disturbed your rest,” her tone was truly apologetic, and Bakugo had grown quite fond of the woman over the last few weeks, unable to hold onto his anger. “I wanted to relay some news to you and felt it couldn’t wait until morning.” This had Bakugo sitting straight up in bed, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as the edges of his vision blurred, the panic already taking a hooked hold in his chest.

“I’m listening,” is all he could manage out with his normal tone of voice.  

Did you decide to reject his adoption application?

Did something happen when she took you to see the hybrid doctor? Was everything alright?

“I wanted to extend my sincerest congratulations,” she finally said and Bakugo’s whole body froze. “I had a talk with our little Puppy, and she has accepted your application for her adoption. We can have arrangements made for you to bring her home by tomorrow if that’s suitable for you?”

You said yes.

You said yes?

YOU SAID YES!

Bakugo’s whole body buzzed with relief, excitement and anticipation. He couldn’t hide the stupid grin he felt taking over his face as his right leg jumped anxiously hearing what the Director had to say about the process of scheduling a pickup.

“Yes,” Bakugo finally agreed, “I can be there first thing in the morning.”

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Morning couldn’t come soon enough for Bakugo, rushing through his shower, throwing on an outfit of all-black casual clothes... rushing out the door to meet Kirishima who offered to drive him again instead of letting him take a paid service, or use the agency provided drivers he knew Bakugo disliked.  

“Good morning, Bakugo, ready to go?” Kirishima’s bright voice greeted the rough blonde as all he got in return was a deep grunt... or a growl? but was met with a content sigh as Kirishima held up a coffee he picked up for Bakugo on the way. The exhausted blonde inhaling a deep breath of the coffee steam before tipping the cup for a drink.  

“Thanks,” Bakugo muttered, sipping the hot liquid as he put his seatbelt on and sank back into the seat.  

“Are you excited, bro?” Kirishima asked, peeking at Bakugo from his peripheral, to see Bakugo’s body go rigid as he looked out the window.

“M’nervous,” he finally said after a momentary pause, on bad days I can barely take care of myself... hell there was that month you had to come and stay with me just so I’d eat and shower... what if I fail at taking care of her when she needs me the most? It’s not just my rehabilitation, it’s hers too...”  

“Hey man, don’t worry too much about it,” Kirishima’s voice still held his normal joyful tone, but the underlying was he spoke was deep, and comforting to Bakugo. “I think you’ll be better at taking care of someone else than you are yourself, and she’ll help to remind you of how important it is to take care of yourself - because if you’re not feeling good enough, you can’t do good by her... and you know you always have me to ask for help, too, I’ll always be there for you Kats...” Bakugo just nodded, holding back a strangled sob in his throat as he continued to face out the window, afraid that if he saw the loving, understanding look on Kirishima’s face he’d just burst into tears.

The drive was quiet except for the music Kirishima was playing at a low volume, the sounds of the comfortable silence mixed with the occasional stuttered sip of hot coffee had the moment feeling perfectly... regular. It calmed Bakugo down to have his friend here with him, although the closer they got to the facility, as the large building came into view on the horizon, Bakugo felt a rush of acidic bile rise in his throat with his nerves. This was it. This was really happening!

Kirishima had pulled up and around the circular driveway and parked in front of the building... Bakugo was frozen in his seat as his eyes were glued off in the distance to something other than where he was, his head visibly out of the moment.

“You good, Kats?” Kirishima’s voice was a soft, reassuring tone, gentle but firm as his hand reached over and patted Bakugo’s thigh, before his large hand wrapped around the muscled thigh and squeezed. The action brought Bakugo back and he glanced down at the hand on his thigh and then up Kirishima’s arm to his kind, friendly face.

“Yeah, m’good just...” *Bakugo shuddered a little, this vulnerability making him a little queasy. “Nervous, is all... more than I thought I’d be.” Kirishima couldn’t help the way his toothy grin widened even more at Bakugo’s admission, and gave him a pat on the shoulder.  

“Don’t sweat it, Kats,” Kirishima reassured the blonde. “She chose you, too, and there’s a whole system in place to support you guys... everything will be fine.” Bakugo just nodded, hesitating for a moment more before downing the rest of his coffee and finally steeling his nerves enough to walk in.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

“Mr. Bakugo, welcome in!” A new desk worker greeted Bakugo, one he had met briefly at the recent community day, his smile bright and friendly.

“I’m here to see the Director...” Bakugo’s normally brash and aggressive voice was closer to a meek whisper, though his baritone always carried a strength to it.

The staff member continued to smile kindly, making a quick call as he motioned down the hallway, hanging up. “The Director is expecting you; did you need an escort to her office?” Bakugo just shook his head, already heading the now familiar route to the Director’s office as the pit of anxiety in the bottom of his stomach expanded and threatened to swallow him whole. Once he reached the familiar door, he knocked softly and was greeted with a soft ‘Come in!’ and upon opening was met with the sight of the Director, and you... you who looked so small and happy with your newly floppy ears tilting cutely as you leaned back and looked up at Bakugo.

“Mr. Bakugo, welcome back... we were just going over our little Puppy’s ear care, please, sit,” the Director said with a friendly tone, motioning for him to sit in the chair beside you. You, who despite looking away from Bakugo with a slightly nervous expression now, still wagged the fluffy little cloud of a tail behind you, unable to hide your emotions. “Now, she must apply this antibiotic cream morning and night to the areas affected where the rubber bands were, and she also has a pill she needs to take to ensure no spread of any internal viruses, right, Puppy?”

You only nodded, biting your lower lip as you looked down at your folded hands, fidgeting with them in your lap. “Yes, rub on ears and take the pill...” you said softly, nodding to yourself.

“Good girl,” the Director praised, and then turned to Bakugo, but not before adding. “Puppy why don’t you go and get all your stuff together and make sure you’re not forgetting anything? We’ll come meet you shortly, okay?” You nodded, hopping down from the chair and padding out of the room softly as you closed the door behind you... The Director now turning to Bakugo. “Before we finalize everything, are there any concerns you have at this moment?”

Bakugo thought for a moment, good and hard before shaking his head. “No, I think we’ve covered everything up until this point, and I feel pretty supported by you... and Kirishima has offered to help me adjust as well.” The Director nodded, a genuine smile on her face.  

“I, as well as my staff are here to be a resource for you, Bakugo, and we will keep in touch via email, and I am only a phone call away... I’m happy you have a friend supporting you as well, it will make the transition easy knowing someone who has been through the same thing.”

“I appreciate all of your help, and all of the courses you provided too,” Bakugo admitted with a soft look on his face. “I feel better prepared now, even if I still feel like I’m out of my element here...” The Director gave Bakugo a soft look before standing up and motioning him to follow.

“Let’s go get our little Puppy, shall we?” She said gently, leading Bakugo down a new hallway he hadn’t yet been to, to finally land in front of a white door. The Director knocked and then slowly cracked the door, peeking inside as she smiled, calling your name. “Are you all packed up, Puppy?” She said softly, opening the door and Bakugo’s heart almost melted at the sight of you sitting on your bed with one little bag beside you on the floor, your legs swinging on the overhang of the bed as you glanced up, a small, nervous smile on your face as you nodded. Bakugo watched you jump down, grabbing the bag and walking forward, opting to take his hand as you smiled up at him.

Bakugo almost fainted from the varying emotions in his body: fear, anxiety, happiness, love, a little cuteness aggression.... when you held his hand, looking up at him with a smile when you said... “Ready!”

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What Have I Done?

{I know canonically that Dick’s fears are all mental hurdles (failure, his family not loving him, etc), but I like the idea of that soul eating guilt. So enjoy this definitely far (maybe not really far, but still far) from canon fic about Dick on fear toxin 🫡}

Scarecrow’s been out of Arkham for three days. Tim managed to find his location and the Bats are at the place so they can get him back to Arkham before he causes a major incident. 

“Scarecrow’s in the warehouse, so proceed with caution,” Bruce says. 

“You got it, old man,” Jason says. 

“I’m always cautious,” Damian says. 

“That is a lie,” Tim replies. 

“Don’t fight, you two,” Dick says. “Focus on Scarecrow.” 

The five split up and start searching the warehouse. 

Dick’s cautious when walking into each area, making sure he has an exit route. After searching half of his area, he walks into a room with his escrima sticks at the ready. There’s nothing in the room beside a large bookcase partially against one wall. Dick checks behind it for anything, then turns to leave. The door slams shut and he hears some kind of click. He runs over and starts trying to open the door. 

Gas starts coming in through the vents and Dick pulls his mask on. He keeps trying to manhandle the door open when something comes flying at him. He ducks and realizes that it’s a small rock. He turns the way it came from in just enough time to see another rock hit his mask. His mask cracks and he starts cursing. Gas fills the room and Dick continues to try to get out, but the door stays firmly in place. 

He’s holding his breath, trying to avoid inhaling any at all, but that doesn’t work. He can’t hold his breath long enough. He breathes it in and starts coughing immediately. It feels like it’s burning his nose and throat. He keeps trying to get out the door until he hears it. 

“Richard.” 

Dick turns and Bruce is standing there in full Batman uniform, giving Dick the full power of the Batglare™. 

“You’re a disgrace, a plague on this family,” Bruce says. “You failed me. You’re not a part of this family anymore.” 

“No, don’t do this,” Dick pleads. “I’m sorry, Dad.” 

“You should be. You’re a sorry excuse for a partner and a son.” 

Tears well up in Dick’s eyes. “ Please, stop. ” 

“You should just go back to Blüdhaven and never come back.” 

Dick starts crying. “ Dad. ” 

Bruce starts shouting that Dick needs to leave and Dick claws his comm out of his ear so he can better cover his ears. He hears his family start screaming in pain. He opens his eyes and sees all of them being brutally tortured by Joker, Two-Face, and Scarecrow. Dick squeezes his eyes shut, refusing to believe that’s what’s happening. A loud bang interrupts his family’s screams. Dick turns and Scarecrow’s there with a big ass sword. Dick pulls out his escrima sticks and attacks Scarecrow. The two start sparring, Dick having the upper hand. 

“Dick, snap out of it.”  

Scarecrow’s not going down with the usual amount of force, so Dick stops pulling his punches as much. 

“You’re worthless. You’ve failed the city and your family. My toxins will turn this city into a hellhole of despair.” 

Scarecrow uses his sword to disarm Dick. Dick throws a kick at him but he manages to dodge it. Scarecrow raises the sword and Dick grabs the knife out of his boot that he only keeps for emergencies. He throws it and it nails Scarecrow in the side. Scarecrow drops as Dick’s vision blurs. 

“No, I need to get him into custody and stop the bleeding.” 

Dick’s body gives out and he passes out. 

Dick wakes up and he’s in the warehouse. He sits up and Tim’s beside him, bleeding. It seemed like he was trying to stop the bleeding, but he passed out before he could. Dick goes over and realizes that he can’t move his right arm without excruciating pain. He ignores it and starts putting pressure on the wound. Jason runs into the room. 

“What the hell did you do?” Jason asks. 

“What did I do?” Dick replies, confused. 

“Tim was fighting you, so yes I’m asking you.” 

Dick backs away from Tim, realizing that he wasn’t fighting Scarecrow. He was fighting Tim. Jason rushes over to Tim. 

“What is wrong with you right now?” Jason asks. 

Dick’s back hits the wall and pain shoots through his shoulder. He ignores it as tears well up in his eyes. 

“What have I done?” Dick asks. 

Dick runs out of the room and he hears Jason shouting his name but he ignores it entirely. He makes it outside and trips. He lands on his knees, then throws up. Once he finally stops throwing up or dry heaving, which takes almost ten minutes, he looks for his comm. He doesn’t find it though. 

I must have left it inside. I remember I took it out because all I could hear was Bruce saying that I was a… I am a failure. I almost killed my little brother. Tim’s been through so much and I probably just gave him so much more trauma. He’ll never trust me again.  

Tears start falling and Dick quietly sobs there, unsure what else to do. 

“Dick.” 

Dick turns and even though he can barely see past the tears, he recognizes the outline of Batman. He starts crying harder, all of the things Bruce said earlier rushing back into his head. He feels Bruce’s hand on his good shoulder and he tries to push the hand away. He doesn’t deserve any kind of comfort. 

“Jason’s gotten Tim to Leslie and he’s gonna be fine,” Bruce says. “We need to get you there too.” 

“No.” 

“Tonight isn’t your fault.” 

“Yes it is. I’m supposed to protect my siblings, and I almost killed Tim. How am I supposed to live with myself, Dad?” 

Bruce pulls Dick into a hug, careful of Dick’s shoulder even though he didn’t tell him about the injury. Dick hugs Bruce back tightly and the sobbing resumes. 

“You’ll take it one day at a time, like we always do.” 

Bruce rubs Dick’s back until a small beep sounds. 

“I hear you. We’re on our way back now,” Bruce says to whoever’s on comms. 

“I… I can’t face him, Dad.” 

“I’m gonna take you to Leslie. We can discuss you talking to Tim once you’ve completely detoxed. I’m going to pick you up now, is that alright?” 

“Sure.” 

Bruce gently picks Dick up and takes him to the Batmobile. The drive is silent, Dick silently crying. When they get to the Cave, Tim’s nowhere to be seen. Leslie’s waiting for them though. 

“Go see Tim, Dad. I’ll be fine,” Dick says. 

“Are you…?” 

“Yeah, I’m sure.” 

Leslie gives him a checkup and aside from having to bite down on his lip hard enough to draw blood when she checks his shoulder, she doesn’t seem concerned. Dick’s barely hearing what she’s saying, but nothing concerning. 

“I don’t know exactly what’s wrong with your shoulder.” 

Dick turns to look at her. 

“I want to take you in to get scans,” Leslie says.

“Great, sounds perfect,” Dick replies.

“Don’t be sarcastic with me.” 

“I’m not. Get off my ass about it.” 

Leslie looks surprised and Dick sighs. “Sorry, I don’t mean that. I just… I don’t really want to be around right now, and I don’t really want to go to the hospital.” 

The elevator opens and Damian comes out. Dick watches as Damian makes a beeline for him. He braces himself for a lecture or criticism, anything to live up to how people should be treating him. 

“Are you alright, Grayson?” 

“God only knows what’s wrong with my shoulder, but other than that I’m peachy. Is Tim alright?” 

“Yes, Timothy’s fine. He didn’t lose too much blood thanks to the three of you and I apprehended Scarecrow with Father. Nothing for you to worry about.” 

“I hurt Tim.” 

“Under the influence of fear toxin. You clearly thought that you were protecting yourself from someone that would cause you permanent harm. No one blames you.” 

“Other than me,” Dick says. 

“Other than you,” Damian echoes. “I’m going to stay here with you for a while. Father’s speaking with Timothy and Alfred’s otherwise occupied.” 

Dick notices that Leslie’s in the elevator, but he doesn’t care to say anything. 

She’ll be back.  

Damian sits in front of Dick and leans against him. Dick runs his hand through Damian’s hair, quietly humming. 

“What song is this?” Damian asks. 

“I don’t know,” Dick answers. “My mom used to sing it but I can’t remember the words well enough to look it up.” 

“My mother used to sing to me as well.” 

“Yeah, it kinda seems to be a thing that moms do. Jason said that his mother always used to sing this one song to him and he always knew that it was time to settle down. He didn’t tell me what song it was because I would abuse that, which he technically isn’t wrong about, but even Tim said that his mother sang to him when she was around.” 

Damian nods and Dick goes back to humming. Damian falls asleep after a short while and Dick keeps running a hand through his hair, trying not to cry again. Jason comes down with his hands in his pockets. 

“What the hell did you do?”  

Dick looks back down at Damian so Jason can’t see the tears starting to fall. 

“My sweet baby,” Dick whispers. 

“Hey. Can we talk, Dickie?” Jason asks quietly. 

“Sure,” Dick answers, surprising himself with how steady his voice is. 

“I… You…” Jason takes a breath. “I’m sorry.” 

Dick looks up at Jason. “For what?” 

“I… Tim told us that you possibly had been affected by some kind of drugs and I blamed you the second I saw Tim’s condition.” 

“It’s my fault, Jason.” 

“It was the drugs.” 

“It was me. Drugs or not, it was my hands that hurt him. That wasn’t Scarecrow.” 

“Get your head out of your ass,” Jason says. “That’s not how this works. Those drugs make you completely hallucinate something different than what’s really there. As someone who’s killed people on that before, it’s not black and white. Tim’s fine and that’s great, but you need to get out of your head.” 

Dick goes to snap back at Jason and he finds he has nothing to say. Jason’s not wrong, but all Dick can think is that he hurt his little brother. That it could have been Damian. That Tim could have been a little less prepared and died because of him. 

“Jason…” 

“Yeah?” 

“I forgive you. You took the exact approach I did.” 

“Thanks. Leslie’s probably gonna be storming down here any minute.” 

“Did she tell Dad that I was refusing the hospital?” 

“Oh, she was going when I saw her. If that approach doesn’t work, then she’ll just come down here and give you a lecture.” 

“Yeah, sounds nice. As long as she isn’t too loud and wakes Damian.” 

“Oh, Damian got the normal fear toxin and the cure administered. He’ll be sleeping till morning regardless.” 

“Well, that makes him falling asleep in this position make more sense.” 

“He likes you.” 

“I’m sure he does, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s sleeping on me in a way that was perfectly normal for me with Bruce.” 

Leslie comes down with a triumphant look. 

“Bruce must have told her that you should go,” Jason says. 

“When was the last time he was the boss of me? I’m not moving.” 

“Alfred said that you had to get your shoulder checked out,” Leslie says. 

“Fine, I’ll go,” Dick says. “Jason, can you take Damian?” 

Jason gently picks up Damian, who huffs, but doesn’t wake up. Dick gets up and follows Leslie. She drives him to the hospital and she must have called ahead because it was ready when they got there. Dick goes through the process without complaint, even though he’d rather complain a lot. 

“How did this happen?” Leslie asks as she looks over the scans. 

“I don’t know,” Dick answers. “I barely remember most of tonight. That probably won’t stick, but I don’t know.” 

“Alright, I’ll see if Tim can let me know. If not, that’s fine. Your injury, thankfully, isn’t as bad as I thought it was. You’ll still have a recovery time for it, but it’s not too bad. No working while this is healing.” 

“I think I’m just gonna stay at home and hug my baby brother.” 

“I doubt Damian will let you hug him that long, but feel free to do that with one arm.” 

She goes through the plan with him and gets his arm in a sling, which is annoying. She takes him back to the manor and when he walks in, Bruce is sitting at the dining room table. 

“Hey, Dad,” Dick says. 

“Hey,” Bruce replies. “How’s your shoulder?” 

“Fine. I’ll be in this thing for a little while, but that’s not the end of the world. Why aren’t you with Tim?” 

“Tim wants to talk to you, so I was waiting for you.” 

Dick takes a breath, then nods. The two walk upstairs and Tim’s arguing with Jason about the proper way to hold Damian. 

“I am holding him just fine. He’s still asleep and he’s not complaining,” Jason says. 

“Hey, Dick,” Tim says. 

Jason turns. “Hey, Dickie.” 

“Hey, you two.” 

“I’ll give you guys a minute,” Jason says. “I’m gonna get Damian into his bed.” 

Jason heads out and Dick takes a seat. 

“I’m not mad at you,” Tim says. “I know it wasn’t you.” 

“Thanks, buddy. I’m sorry that I hurt you,” Dick replies. 

“Did I hurt your shoulder?” Tim asks. “I don’t really remember the end of the fight.” 

“I actually don’t know. I don’t really remember my shoulder getting hurt. I’ll be in this for a while and be fine, so it doesn’t really matter who hurt my shoulder.” 

“Hey, Dick?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You still see us as equals, right?” 

“Of course.” 

“So no hard feelings then. Batman’s kicked the shit out of ninety percent of the Justice League and they still don’t hold a grudge, much.” 

Dick nods. “Okay, deal. I didn’t think of it like that.” 

Tim shrugs. “Sometimes you need a more objective view. I’m trying not to be so objective about my relationships with you guys, but it’s good for things like this.” 

Dick ruffles Tim’s hair. “Alright, I’m gonna try to get some rest.” 

“I’ll see you in the morning, Dick.” 

“See you in the morning, Tim.” 

Dick heads to his room to try to get some rest.

[goshilovemesomemonsters]

… I hear you.. AND BOY DOES THAT GIVE ME IDEAS!! 🤩

An image of how Reader heals the Pilgrim gang~

✨Wukong✨

Gentle as can be~ takes her time to slowly heal every possible (or imagined) scratch and bruise, all with a loving hand~ …. And while teasing the absolute shit outa him… 😜

🤝🏻 Sandy 🤝🏻

Her bestie? Her BFF?? The go to method for healing the big blue good-boy™️ is of course their secret best-friends handshake~ 😎

😐 Pigsy 😐

Every time this guy tries to go in for a hug.. and every time he gets slapped in the face.. healing through violence… somewhat contradictory? Perhaps, but it works~

🙏🏻 Tang 🙏🏻

… She pinches his nose in a firm grip, and start lecturing him.. “repeat after me, I will NOT listen to Pigsy and go near the obviously suspicious Bogota in the distance, especially when everyone else tells me not to!” basically a Mom moment~

🐴 Ao Lie 🐴

Gentle head pats.. after his own Father sentenced him to death, the poor kid deserves some form of genuine affection.. another Mom moment~

YOU. You get it.

And if you don’t mind me adding on to this~ because this in turn gave me more ideas lmao

Honestly Wukong doesn’t even go to you for healing to begin with. He’s the Monkey King??? Immortalx6???? He doesn’t need your healing he can just heal himself 🤨. Yes it does hurt him to have to regrow or repair himself, I imagine it’s less that he heals himself and more just…speeds up the process of the injuries healing themselves meaning he gets a fuckton of pain all at once, but given he is both immortal and impatient, he doesn’t really think much of the pain…or he tries to tell himself that anyway.

But after one of the battles where he’s forced to go to Guanyin for help he finds himself angrily sulking because he doesn’t like having to ask for help. But then you come over and just…place a friendly hand on his shoulder and heal him. He is prepared for it to hurt like how he heals himself but it doesn’t?? In fact it feels nice??? What the Fuck™. He could have been getting THIS the whole time??

Every battle after that he is first in line to get healed (listen it’s just quicker if you heal him ok don’t look too deep into it-) even going so far as to push Pigsy out of the way at points. Don’t come between the monkey and his (excuse to get your hands on him) heals. See he thought he knew what he was getting into. A quick heal and (your touch…) he’s back to full health. He was wrong because reader is wise to his schemes and makes it their personal mission to fluster the shit out of him.

“Why is this taking so long??”

“Because you keep fidgeting”

“Well you need to hurry up!!”

“I’m adding on a minute of heal time for every time you rush me.”

“What?? No just finish up already!”

“Three minutes.”

“Stop going so slow!!”

“Four! Do I hear five?? Goodness your gonna give me the wrong idea if you keep this up. It’s like you want my hands on you~”

All the while you’re slooowly dragging your hands across him and he’s doing everything in his power to not think about how good it feels, how nice it feels to have your gentle and delicate touches on him and looking anywhere other than at you. Jokes on him though he may not blush super easily but his ears are always the first to show it.

Sun Wukong was NOT prepared for this. He’s used to admiration from his subjects, fear from his enemies, respect from those he’s fought. But this??? This is new. He’s not used to this. Even back on flower fruit mountain he was never subjected to this kind of attention. He doesn’t…hate it per-say, but he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He might try to cross his arms, make himself look intimidating he doesn’t know-

“Nah-ah, uncross those arms mister I need access to your chest.”

He is suffering. Your going to kill him he’s sure of it. This is how he dies. Just by being subjected to your ministrations. Yes he knows he could leave at anytime but he’s not going to.

It doesn’t really occur to him that you’re taking your time on purpose at first because it’s not exactly like he was paying attention the first time you healed him and he accepts your explanation of it being more precise when you touch him like that readily enough. To his credit he does eventually catch on to what your doing by being purposefully slow and handsy. But like by that point he’s down bad and doubles down.

He flips the script BIIIG time when he goes from “feelings are dumb” to courting/relationship status though. If he was a menace before now he is INSUFFERABLE.

“You missed a spot”

“Oh? Where?”

“Move your hands lower”

“WUKONG.”

“I am injured! Don’t you want to see me get better? 🥺”

Or otherwise now he is intentionally doing whatever he can to increase how long it takes

“Hey you still intend to go slower if I rush you right?”

“Probably? Why do you ask-“

“WOW you are going so slow you need to hurry up and finish already because this is taking forever, we’ve been here like all day seriously how much longer is this going to take??”

“…”

“How long does that buy me?”

“…”

*Insta-Heals him*

D:<

As for the others,

Sandy/Sha Wujing is an absolute sweetheart, always patiently waiting for his turn to be healed or for you to finish. Always asks for heals with a please and thanks you every time. Secret handshake is absolutely how he gets healed. 10/10 would heal again. Best patient ever.

Tang is….fine most times. He’s real sorry for making you go through the trouble though. Really sorry. Has he told you how sorry he is? Because he is. He’s really really sorry. Swears he won’t do it again. A simple shoulder pat is all he really needs as he feels reaaaaally sorry and just feels the worst about this. No but fr he feels SO GUILTY. Healing him is part actually healing him and part feelings jam because he probs needs to be reassured that what happened wasn’t his fault.

Oof but when it’s because of Pigsy starting shit again and pulls him into danger? That’s when the pinching starts. How many times have you and Wukong told him not to listen to Pigsy?? So many times?? AND YET??? …he’s still really sorry tho

Ao Lie doesn’t really need healing all that often due to being a horse most of the time but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t occasionally sidle up to you and push his head under your hand to ask for it. Carrying the monk all that time has gotta be tiring, even if he is a dragon. Especially since he isn’t even doing it in his natural form! So that little boost of energy you give him really helps him out. Also a sweetheart 10/10 (why can’t Pigsy be like you and Sandy FR)

Pigsy tho…bless Reader’s heart you TRIED to actually properly heal him once. But unfortunately with Pigsy being Pigsy that went about as well as expected. As soon as he found out you heal through touch it was all over. “Oh my fair friend I am dying!! Only your sweet kiss can heal me. 😚” which did result in the slap heal. To his…tiny tiny bit of credit he does stop the antics after the first few times. Not because he realized that it won’t happen, but because Wukong won’t let him. Literally, he tries to be his fail-suave self during a time when Wukong is standing right behind you and one very intense glare coupled with a hand going to his ear to pull out his cudgel is all it takes to get him to stop….mostly. Still tries it when Wukong isn’t around though. Always results in a slap.

[olailamajnoon]

The Justice League was mid-discussion about a No Doubt Very Important Mission™ when Zatanna suddenly raised her hand and, without waiting to be called upon, said as loudly as it was possible for her (which was loud enough, given that she was trained in opera) “Batman, have you been snooping on my ChatGPT history?"

Since this was both a ridiculous question from Zatanna as well as a plausible thing for Batman to do, the rest of the team looked at Batman.

Batman looked up from his notes, fixing Zatanna with his trademark deadpan glare. "No."

"Hmm.” Zatanna frowned into her screen, tapping away. “Maybe I'm paranoid. I've always suspected that I was paranoid." There was a smattering of throat-clearings from around the room. 

“You know,” she continued, “snooping would be a really creepy thing for you to do. ChatGPT is my best friend.” She was seemingly being unironical. 

Batman did not miss a beat. "That’s sad."

The room was not silent, but neither was it noisy. There was just the right amount of sound to indicate that people were amused, but not willing to be audible about it.

Zatanna looked up indignantly at the sound. "Excuse me, I’ll have you all know that ChatGPT is very supportive. For example I asked her ‘Is Batman an asshole?’ And she keeps saying, ‘No, Batman is a superhero and a symbol of justice in Gotham.’"

Batman sighed the put-upon sigh of someone dealing with something they considered too beneath them to acknowledge. Zatanna shot a look at Batman. "But then I asked a bunch of people around you, and they say you are. So who should I believe?"

His face was unamused. "Believe whatever gets this meeting back on track."

The meeting went on, but with Zatanna typing furiously into her tablet. After a minute, she groaned dramatically. "Ugh, GPT keeps fighting me! ‘Batman isn’t by definition an asshole because he saves lives!’ Blegh."

“You have a problem,” said Batman. 

Barry grinned. “Maybe ChatGPT’s just scared of Batman."

"I mean,” said Cyborg, considering, “it—sorry, she” (this was from Zatanna’s stare) “knows everything, right? She’s probably seen what he can do."

Two seconds later, Zatanna almost jumped out of her seat with excitement. “Aha! I got her to admit that Batman’s sometimes an asshole."

The League was looking at her, intrigued and trying to hide it. Batman exhaled a long-suffering sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. He had finally recognized this wasn’t going anywhere. "Really,” he said, not having to feign any feigned interest. “How did you manage that."

"By informing her how you boss everyone around, and beat up people you don’t like."

"She’s… not entirely inaccurate,” said Superman. 

Batman ignored that and fixed Zatanna with a steady glare. "Do you plan on contributing anything useful to this meeting, or should I add you to the list of people I ‘beat up because I don’t like'?"

Zatanna narrowed her eyes at him, and pressed a few keys on her tab, putting her ear to the tinny voice emanating from the speaker. “Congratulations. GPT’s upgraded you to ‘complete asshole’,” she informed him.

“What a tremendous blow to my ego,” said Batman. "How will I ever survive." He tried to carry on with the mission briefing. “Where was I.” 

“You were talking about how the world was going to end in seventeen minutes,” Superman supplied helpfully. 

Batman glanced at his watch. “Fifteen, now. Thank you, Zatanna.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, unhelpfully.

[seiya-starsniper]

Could I humbly request a Dreamling 1 or 19 for the Soft™ fic prompt meme 👉👈 

1. slow dancing or 19. ‘it made me think of you.’ 

I somehow managed to fit both prompts in here 👀 👀 

Sorry for being slow about this one friendo, work’s been kicking my butt lately but hopefully this was worth it! <3 

Fic could be considered a companion piece to this fill, since I'm such a sucker for weddings ahaha.

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“Please welcome the newly wedded Gadlings!”

Hob pulls Dream excitedly through the entrance to the ballroom as soon as they’re introduced. They’re both flushed with excitement (and wine from the Dreaming) as they wave at all of Hob’s friends from his current life.

The crowd for their wedding reception is sizable, not nearly as large in attendance as their wedding in the Dreaming, but still large enough to cost Hob quite a bit of money in food and alcohol. He doesn’t care. The glowing and easy smile on Dream’s face is worth far more than any worldly currency.

“And now,” the DJ announces once they’ve reached the center of the room, “it’s time for the newly wedded couple’s first dance.”

The lights dim everywhere except for where they are standing. Hob pulls his husband (his husband) flush against his own body and wraps one arm around Dream’s waist, the other settling into his open palm. They move easily together once the piano intro begins to play, and Lionel Richie’s voice echoes throughout the room.

My love There's only you in my life

“You’ve always had a strange sense of humor,” Dream says, brow raised in amusement as they sway and step easily around one another. Hob knows Dream’s body like he knows his own breath, and it is little effort for him to step back and easily maneuver Dream into a quick twirl.

“Excuse you,” Hob says with mock offense as he pulls them back together. “Endless Love is a classic wedding song.”

“Is that so?” Dream asks, eyes literally glittering with stars and mouth turned up in a challenge.  

Hob nods assuredly. “It was Diana’s Ross’s best selling single,” he says, diving into his encyclopedic memory for music. Dream’s expression lights up as he continues to talk.

“Couldn’t escape this song on the radio back in the 80’s,” Hob continues. “It was nominated for a lot of awards. too. You could say it’s one of the defining songs of the decade,” he adds, then wrinkles his nose. “Film’s absolute shit though.” 

“You say that about many films,” Dream notes, probably remembering the time Hob had given him a twenty minute mini-rant on the origins of Tears in Heaven. Or maybe it was Can’t Help Falling in Love. Come to think of it, most of Hob’s favorite records were tie-ins to terrible movies. 

“Yes, well,” Hob shrugs before he pulls Dream closer to him. “Sometimes great music is made for shit films.” 

“So I take it ‘Endless Love’ is not on the list of your ‘must see films’, then?” Dream huffs, tilting his head playfully towards Hob.

“Not even close,” Hob grins before he leans and captures Dream’s lips with his own. The crowd around them erupts in applause and cheers.

When they pull away, Hob twirls Dream once before, before he tilts the Endless backwards into a dip. Dream’s back arches beautifully, and it steals Hob’s breath for a moment before he remembers to pull Dream back up. When their bodies are pressed together once more, Hob dips his head and admits a secret against Dream’s ear.

“I also may have picked this song because I’m a sap,” he whispers, grinning as he feels Dream shudder beneath him. “It made me think of you a lot, you know.”

“Did it?” Dream asks, pulling his head back to meet Hob’s gaze. 

Hob nods as he begins to mouth the next verse, his focus solely trained on Dream: 

And love, I'll be a fool for you, I'm sure You know I don't mind 'Cause you, you mean the world to me

“I think I’m beginning to see the appeal,” Dream says before he kisses Hob once more. 

[7official7moose7]

Here's a Chase doodle and some headcanons because he is seriously my favorite

He always has a pack of mentos mints on hand. No matter the circumstance, there's always mints in his pocket

I think its because he used to smoke cigarettes

He calls them "cancer sticks" now

Speaks pretty good english, but forgets some words/gets them mixed up and often just opts for replacing it with the French word

This is more common when he's tired or frustrated

Julia often corrects him with the english word he was looking for

"Miss Argent, could you pass me the- uh. The um. What is the word..."

"The white board?"

"Yes that thing. Thank you."

He's a bi disaster and didn't even know it until fairly recently (Ivy told him she was dating Carmen and it made him do some reflecting)

I honestly don't know if I hc him as trans or not, but I really love the concept and all the fanfics that come with it jgdgjhkdsh

Chase probably didn't have the nicest family

He has a sister named Angeline that he hasn't spoken to in like. Seven years or something

He rarely speaks about them to anyone, but when he does, it's either a very brief/vague mention or a whole oh shit that got real moment

Chase is very aware of his arrogant/egotistical tendencies, and he has a lot of guilt about it

("I feel like Im the worst so I always act like I'm the best" - Oh No! By MARINA)

He is very prone to migraines (especially after the truth extractor) but often works through them until someone forces him to stop or he is on the verge of Death Itself™

Same thing with sickness in general, despite taking days off with that excuse, you would never ever catch him taking an actual sick day off

He treats Zack and Ivy like his own kids despite claiming he's terrible with children

They get up to extremely stupid shenanigans and Julia is the mom friend that pinches the bridge of her nose in the background

CHASE DEVINEAUX PLAYS ANIMAL CROSSING AND SPLATOON, DO NOT ARGUE WITH ME

He and Julia both moved from Poitiers to San Diego to be closer to team red and ACME

They live in the same apartment complex, you can pry this one from my cold dead fingers

He's honestly just a silly goofy man with an unknown traumatic background fr

[schwarz-san]

Pokemon x DP

This idea just won't leave me alone for some reason.

So yeah, it's been a millenia and Danny has been the ghost king for a very long time.

Probably longer since time flows inconsistently and in a nonlinear fashion in the infinite realms.

He just finished all of Pariah's Neglected paper works and messed up and he's Stressed and Dead Tired™ that he needs to relax.

He completely skim through every media entertainment he could get his ghostly hands in to, managing to finish One Piece, Detective conan, MCU, DC, Spongebob, the entire pokemon franchise (games, manga, anime, movies included), complete slew of movies of different genres, games and many, many more.

He's still stressed though…

So Vacation it is!

He had a hard time deciding where he would go before someone joked about going to another multiverse just for a vacatiin and you know what? Danny like that.

(Tucker wasn't serious obviously, he was just kidding!

"Danny! Wait—! Aaaaaan he's gone."

Sam entered the office with a bunch of ghost behind her carrying ghostly paper works and request from multiple Gods, Death Gods, and Eldritch entities.

She take one glance to the office and to tuckers sheepish expression and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Okay spill, where's Danny?"

"Funny, you see—"

After the explanation, Sam sighed.

"You do the paperworks then."

"What?!"

"You dig your own grave and your own coffin, you sleep on it."

"Excuse you! I'm not Vlad! And FYI! I sleep on my Sarcophagus!"

"Don't care, what ever.")

Danny then remembered pokedex entries:

[Phantump–the Stump pokemon]

[These Pokémon are stumps possessed by the spirits of children who died in the forest. Their cries sound like eerie screams.]

Just like the kind of universe he belongs to!

Ignoring Tucker's voice, he opened up a portal and immediately dive in.

(He could sense the presence of the dreadfull paperworks getting closer, better skedaddle before he got caught)

He grinned and transform himself into human before shifting his age to that of a teenager, this is gonna be fun.

___

If you tell Paul previously that he would end up travelling sinnoh again with a fresh team and a traveling companion like a certain World Champion from Pallet town does all the time, then he would have scoffed or sneer at you before insulting youe intelligence.

"GET DOWN HERE YOU MENACE!!!"

Paul screamed at the tooof his lungs towardshus travelling comoanion. The said menace just grin before—

"WAIT—STOP!!!"

The menace jumped off the fucking cliff.

Paul almost have an heart attack before his companion harmlessly lands on the ground with both of his feet.

There was a big explosion of dust and dirt that Paul had to cover his eyes. The ground gave in and he could see the dark haired teen standing on the crater unharmed.

He gawked, before sighing in resignation.

Of course, he just have to get a super human, just like a certain boy from Pallet, for a travelling companion.

"Come—on Paul! Live a little would ya? Look at me, I'm half dead yet I'm having more fun than you! Give it a try for a yourself!"

Its official, this is karma for being awful and for all the things he did and said before.

[craftycheetah]

fever

a pediatrician and a bar owner. what could go wrong?

tags/warnings: ABO, no quirks, heat cycles, phone sex, dildos, knots, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, licking

taglist: @pharaohanubis0

Word Count: 9.6K

A/N: back at it again with the tumblr bestie @endeavours-jockstrap

“hey girly pop,” mina, your best friend, grins from the doorway of your office. “ready for a fun night out?”

you look up at her, confused. “i’m sorry?”

“i told you we’re going out tonight, remember? this new alpha i’m seeing—so hot by the way—his friend owns the komori club and he got us in for free.”

“oh yeah, i remember,” you smile and finish arranging the files. “i’m not really feeling so hot. i’ve been working all day and—“

mina puts her finger up. “imma stop you right there. i don’t care. you’re turning thirty tomorrow and tomorrow is the only day you have off all week so we’re going out tonight, end of story.”

you pout, knowing you can’t argue and reluctantly agree. “okay…”

“yay!”

she helps you press your hair and pick out a cute outfit, practically dragging you into the uber. the komori club is the hottest club in town. anybody who is anybody went there.

mina shoves you both through the line to the bouncer at the door.

“i’m with eijirou kirishima,” she says confidently with her hand on her hip.

the bouncer gives her a once over. “i’m sure you are. back of the line.”

“ugh, bitch!? he’s literally my boyfriend!”

“that’s what they all say.”

she angrily takes out her phone and dials a number while you just stand helplessly next to her playing with your scent patch. mina yells into the phone for a full minute before handing it to the alpha bouncer. he listens intently for a moment, then gives it back. “my bad. come on in.”

“yeah, that’s what i thought, bitch,” she scoffs and pulls you inside as you mouth apologies to the bouncer.

it’s loud inside. loud and crowded. your nose is bombarded with a cocktail of scents despite a strict scent patch rule in crowded places like this.

“there he is,” mina squeals and hops the velvet rope of the vip section. she sits on the lap of a stocky redhead, kissing his face over and over again.

“mina,” you whisper-shout. meeting the gaze of the scary bouncer. “hi.”

thankfully he lets you through and you scurry up the short steps into the booth. “oh my god he’s so scary.”

“eiji, this is my bestie y/n,” mina introduces as you take a seat across them and sink into the soft cushions.

“help!” you squeal and flail your legs.

the electric blonde next to you helps you sit, laughing uncontrollably. “are you okay?”

“mhm,” you hum. “thank you.”

“no problem. my name’s denki.”

“y/n.” 

he goes back to talking to his friend, sipping a yummy looking cocktail. you try to get a waitress’ attention to no avail and just end up sitting stiffly on the couch. mina’s occupied with her new man, playing with his dyed red hair while he rubs her thigh.

so you just play the sims™ on your phone and get lost in your own little world.

the plush couch suddenly dips, jerking you sideways into a very solid torso.

“watch it,” a voice growls above you.

“s-sorry,” you squeak and scramble to sit upright, eyes fixed on your phone. the alphas scent fills your nose: something smokey with an undertone of burnt caramel. daring to sneak a peek, you catch a tattooed arm peeking out of a folded silk, black sleeve and more in the open button-up chest.

“katsuki!” denki grins and reaches over to rub the top of katsuki’s shaved head. “what’s up bro?”

katsuki smacks the hand away. “don’t touch my fucking head.”

“my bad. it just feels like a peach.”

katsuki’s red gaze finally settles on you. “who’s this?”

“eep,” you squeal when you’re perceived.

“she’s with mina,” eijirou supplies.

“tch, whatever.”

you’re shoved again by someone sitting between you and katsuki.

“hey babe~” an overly sweet smelling brunette sing-songs and rubs katsuki’s chest. “sorry i’m late, traffic was crazy.”

huffing, you try and get your purse out from under her ass. “umm, excuse me?”

she turns with a bored expression, blue eyes darting from your toes to your head. “what?”

“you’re sitting on my purse.”

“mm.” she ignores you and goes back to talking to katsuki.

unbelievable.

“excuse me…excuse me!” you say a little louder.

the bitch ‘accidentally’ sloshes her drink with an exaggerated laugh and a few drops land in your low neckline.

“ma’am!” you huff.

she finally turns and plasters a condescending smile on her face. “look, you’re kinda harshing my vibe here so can you just…not?”

“you are sitting on my purse!” you finally snap. 

she gets up, sweeps it onto the floor with her hand and sits back down. “there you go.”

“ugh!” you scoff and pick it up. “mina!”

she’s too busy chatting and laughing to pay attention. you abruptly stand up and stomp down the steps up to the bouncer. “where’s the bathroom?!” he raises his brow at your tone. “i’m sorry,” you say a little quieter. “where’s the bathroom, please?”

“right there.” he points towards a graffitied wall.

“thank you.” you make your way through the crowd to the quiet solace of the bathroom hallway. of course there’s a line. you don’t even need to pee, you just need to clean up and take a breather.

a drunk omega bulls into you as she exits the bathroom, apologising through slurred words no matter how many times you say it’s fine. you see her scent patch is peeling and offer one of your own.

“oh my goooshhhh, you’re sooooo nice,” she smiles and tears up when you plaster it on. “you’re like, my new bestieeee.”

the wonders of club bathrooms. “you should totally hang out with me and my friends at our table. this guy i went to highschool with owns the place and he’s my boyfriend's friend’s friend so we’re totally cool.”

wow, this owner has a lot of friends doesn’t he? you ponder the offer. it can’t be any worse than the nonsense you just went through. she touches your hair softly.

“oh my gosh you’re soooo pretty. imma wait for you right—right here.” she leans against the wall.

“umm, let’s just get you back to your friends first,” you chuckle and help her off the wall. “can you show me where they are?”

“ohemgee yassss, i’ll show you.” she takes your hand and leads you to another set of vip booths where a bunch of women are sitting. “girls, i made a friend~! she’s so nice and we’re literally sisters now.”

they all start squealing and fawning over you, complimenting your hair and makeup.

you feel loads better after you finally get your virgin long island iced tea and get roped into pictures with these random girls.

“it’s actually my birthday at midnight,” you tell them and they collectively gasp.

“how old are you?”

“i’ll be thirty.”

“oh my god you look soooo freakin’ good for thirty,” the omega from earlier, who’s name you learn is camie, slurs. “what’s your secret?”

“camie you’re thirty two and look twenty,” a red haired alpha woman giggles.

“yeah but that’s cause of surgery. did you get surgery?”

“um, no, i didn’t,” you laugh. “thank you though.”

she convinces you to stand and dance with her, pulling you to the dance floor. you shyly try to follow her steps, giggling when she bumps you with her hip.

a wrong move makes you trip and nearly tumble into someone.

“oops, my bad,” you apologise and look up to see it’s the alpha from earlier.

“you again?” he says.

“oh…hello.”

camie appears and squeals, hanging onto katsuki. “suki baby! where have you been?! this is my new best friend in the entire world w/n.”

“y/n,” you correct.

“that’s literally what i said,” she pouts. “this is katsuki, my boyfriend’s friend's friend.”

wait but that would mean, “you own the club?”

“yeah,” he replies curtly.

you blank, not sure what to say to that. “okay.”

he holds up something pink and glittery. “this fell out of your bag back there.”

you gasp. “my phone. thank you so much!”

camie groans. “this is boring and my feet hurt, let’s sit down.”

katsuki surprisingly follows you back to the booth, sitting next to you. camie squeezes next to him, sighing dramatically. “suki, rub my feet.”

“i’d rather die.”

“meanie.”

you giggle and sip the rest of your drink as you go through your phone. there’s a dozen texts from mina asking where you were. you respond and tell her you’re okay and just having fun with some other people and she should enjoy her time.

katsuki rubs his chin, peering down at you through the corner of his eye. you’re cute, a little shorter than he’s used to but he likes what he sees.

“what’s your name again?”

you peer up at him with doe eyes. “y/n.”

“mm, okay. can i get you a drink?”

that takes you back. why would the owner of the komori club want to buy you a drink?

“umm, okay.” you smile politely.

both of you sit bide by side in one booth, leaning in close to hear each other over the music.

“so what do you do?”

“i’m a paediatrician.”

“so you deal with bratty kids all day?”

you take another sip of your drink and nod your head. “i do. i love my job.” 

he shrugs and picks a speck off his orange shirt. “i couldn’t do it. think that’s more of an omega thing.”

“we have lots of alphas there too and—“

camie’s squeal right in your ear makes you wince. “ohemgee y/n it’s midnight! happy birthday!”

you smile and let her clumsily hug you. “thank you, camie.”

“s’ your birthday?” katsuki inquires.

you nod and read the messages coming in from friends and family. 

“happy birthday or whatever.”

you grin up at him. “thank you.”

under the colourful lights you don’t see the slight blush on his cheeks.

hours pass and you start getting sleepy.

“think i’m gonna head home,” you murmur and stand up. the girls all whine and protest and it makes you sad but you get their numbers with vague promises to hangout.

katsuki stands too, towering over you. “i’ll walk you out.”

“ooohhhh~,” camie swoons. katsuki flips her off behind your back.

mina meets you outside with eijirou, absolutely plastered and grinding up on her amused boyfriend.

“thank you again,” you thank katsuki shyly. without the loud music and dim lights, you feel a little more nervous talking to such an intimidating alpha.

“whatever,” he says offhandedly. “gimme your number.”

you gasp loudly, and he stifles a laugh behind his hand.

“take the damn number,” mina grits out, not so quietly.

your hands shake on your phone as you exchange information.

“y-you can call me whenever,” you mumble. “not whenever, i mean i’m usually free after six o’clock but i’m free all day tomorrow.”

“mhm.” he looks down at you with heated eyes, making you squirm.

thankfully the uber arrives so you can help mina inside before she can pass out.

“goodbye.” you wave at katsuki and eijirou as you enter.

eijirou waves excitedly while katsuki just watches the car leave.

“your scent is swelling,” eijirou comments. “you got a lil crush, bro?”

katsuki ‘tch’s’. “whatever. i don’t do crushes.”

“mhm. we’ll see.”

*

mina wakes up in your shared apartment, in your bed after she insisted on sleeping there, more hungover than she’s ever been. she groans and rolls over to see you wrapped in a towel, just getting out of the shower. 

“hey birthday bestie,” she smiles before groaning softly. “ugh my head. you’re up early.”

“i left you aspirin on the bedside table.” you pat her thigh and pick out some loungewear. “drink plenty of water and rest.”

“yes nurse.”

“i’m a doctor, not a nurse.”

mina sticks her tongue at you before reaching over for the medicine. “so, what's the plan for today?”

“nothing?”

“you’ve gotta go out, y/n! treat yourself and do something. you’ve only got one life y’know.”

you hum and put on two floral scent patches on your neck. “i like to use my day off to relax, mina. sit down with my computer and watch netflix.”

your phone vibrates, and mina sneaks a peek. “uh who’s this calling you ‘bestie’?”

“hm?” you pick up the phone and read the message from the unknown number. “no idea.”

“want me to tell them off?”

“no. i think i know who it is.” you text back, and sure enough, it’s camie. “it’s this omega i met in the club. i didn’t expect her to text me to be honest.” 

“hmm, is she nice?”

“i think? she was plastered when i met her and after she dragged me to her friends she was teasing that guy who owns the club and was all over him.”

“maybe they’re dating?”

you hum softly and shake your head. “i don’t think they were dating. she said he’s her boyfriend’s friend’s friend or something.”

“boyfriend’s friend's friend? woah. what does she want?”

bar girl

>>we should totally get bdb 

me

&lt;&lt;bdb?

bar girl

>>b day brunch(*^ω^*)

me

&lt;&lt;you remembered?

bar girl

>>uh ofc i did🙄🙄🙄🙄

>>there’s this place downtown that gives you free pancakes on your bday (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

me

>>that sounds good

>>can i bring a friend

bar girl

>>a friend or a *friend*??? 😏😏

>>or a fwb  uwu

you look at mina. “you two will get along.”

you and mina get dressed and drive to the address camie sent, meeting her in the parking lot.

“i always pass this place but never go in,” you hum and let her hug you.

“well today’s the day!” she giggles before reaching out to give mina a handshake. “hi, i’m camie.”

“mina. love your dress.”

“thank you! i love your hair. it’s so big and pink. like cotton candy. i love cotton candy, it’s soooo yummy.”

“thank you,” mina snickers.

“let's go in, i got us a table already and there’s bottomless mimosas.”

“oh, i’m driving so i can’t drink,” you tell her.

“boooo,” camie pouts.

“tomato tomato,” mina adds, mimicking throwing tomatoes at you.

you playfully shove her inside and follow camie to the window booth.

you sit down and idly chew one of the bread sticks while camie goes on about how much she travels and where she wants to go for winter. perks of being an influencer you suppose.

“you should totally try it, you’re really pretty,” she grins. “just take some pictures.”

“pfft, her social media is so dry you could use it to light a fire,” mina chides. “she barely posts anything.”

“it’s not that bad,” you mumble and open your instagram. all you have is a few milestone pictures and some of you and your family. the last time you posted was two years ago when you officially became a doctor.

“realising how bad it is?” mina snickers.

“shut up, it's not. i think it’s practical.”

“uh huh.”

camie peeks at your phone. “like…ew.”

“ew?

“it’s so empty. who’s this?” she taps her acrylic on a picture of you and a cousin. 

“my cousin. it was his birthday.”

“he’s cute or whatever, but girllll, what is this dry ass shit?!”

you thank the waiter that puts your pancakes down. they’re cute and heart shaped with ‘happy birthday’ spelled out in chocolate syrup. “yay, pancakes.”

“we’re coming back to this after eating.”

“aw,” you pout and take a bite.

“don’t feel so bad, bestie. everyone gets busy.”

“i don’t feel bad, what’re you talking about?”

“you’re clearly in denial,” mina shakes her head.

“no i’m not.”

“sure. let's finish eating.”

mina listens to camie direct you on how to update your social media while eating her biscuits and gravy.

“but i don’t understand why i have to take a picture of my food.”

“to show what you're eating! also to show how good it is!

your eyes dart from the food to the phone. “okay. i have a follow up question.”

“just take the picture.”

“okay! okay.” you snap a photo of your pancakes and show it to camie. “is this good?”

“no. the angles are weird and the lighting is off.”

you huff, not wanting to make her mad but you put your phone down. “i’m just going to eat my food if you don’t mind.”

“wait! take the photo now! the lighting’s perfect.”

you sigh and take the picture anyway. a message pops up before you can add a caption.

scary alpha from club

>>wyd?

mina waves her hand in front of her face. “whew. why do you smell nervous?”

“really?! is my patch peeling up already?” you touch the scent patches on your neck.

“no, bestie, your scent just bled through it just now. are you okay?”

“yeah, um, that guy from the club last night just texted me…”

“who?”

“katsuki?!” camie gasps loudly. “he never ever ever texts anybody! what did he say?”

“he just asked what i’m doing. should i just tell him?”

“yes!” “no!” camie and mina shout simultaneously.

“huh?”

“don't listen to her. let him know what you're doing. he seems interested in you enough to text you. did he say happy birthday?” camie asks eagerly.

“he did at the club and he bought me two drinks.”

“oooh, that's a good sign.”

inhaling deeply, you text back.

me

&lt;<eating brunch with camie and mina

scary alpha from club 

>>cool

>>you busy after?

you stare at the phone wide eyed. 

“well, what'd he say?” mina asks with a big grin. 

“he asked if i'm busy after this…”

they both squeal, drawing a few stares.

“well, what're you gonna say?!” camie gasps.

“no, i guess?”

“say ‘no, why?’ and add a smiley face!”

“seriously?”

they start talking over each other, overwhelming you. “okay, can we calm down? i’m just going to tell him i’m not busy and see what happens after that.”

“my bestie's going on a date!” camie squeals.

“your bestie?! i've known y/n since high school.”

“umm club rules say we’re literally bffs forever now.”

“the last ‘f’ is already ‘forever’”

camie blinks at her. “oh…i knew that.”

ignoring their bickering, you text katsuki.

me

&lt;<;no i’m free after

&lt;&lt;fhtdrkt

&lt;<we’re going shopping for a new outfit for her

&lt;&lt;;ajdheieo

&lt;<sorry, camie took my phone

katsuki looked at his phone and let out a subtle snicker.

eijirou walked into the living room of their shared penthouse. “hey man! woah, are you smiling at your phone?! who is it? tell me tell me please?”

katsuki rolls his eyes as eijirou gets in his face. “back off, shitty hair! you're like a nosy golden retriever.”

eijirou keeps trying to peek before stopping when katsuki growls at him. “fine then, keep your secrets. it’s probably that omega from yesterday~”

the spike in katsuki’s scent tells him he’s not wrong.

“oooh you do have a crush~” eijirou teases. “she’s cute though.”

katsuki side-eyes him and sends a scent out that clearly says ‘back off’.

eijirou raises his hands in placation. “relax bro, i’m not going after your omega, i have mina. you should just talk to her.”

“duh, that’s what i’m doing.”

“like an actual person and not a throwaway.”

“yeah. this time, i actually am.”

“good for you, man. so what’s the plan?”

“said she’s birthday shopping with mina and— what’s icy hots friends name again?”

eijirou stares blankly. “shoto has friends? is it that kid from that extra course you took?”

“yeah. his girlfriend i guess. that girl who talks like a valley girl.”

“oh camie,” eijirou realises. “i like her, she’s cool. a little dumb though.”

katsuki stands from the couch and stretches his shoulder. “let’s go.”

“where?”

“shopping.”

“ooh, where?”

katsuki stopped for a moment.

me

>>where are you guys going shopping

club omega(cute brat doctor)

>>this is camie （＾ω＾）

>>going to the daimaru mall

>>tddkhvk

>>i’m sorry about her

>>but yh apparently that’s where we’re going

me

&lt;&lt;;i’ll c u there

you squeak in terror. “what does he mean?! is this code for something? camie!”

“y/n, relax, he’s just meeting us there.”

“he’s meeting us there?!”

mina sips her orange juice, opting to drink something else after her fourth mimosa. “it’ll be fine bestie. i think i had too many drinks.”

camie orders a pitcher of water. “suki knows all the best shopping spots. his parents are fashion designers. you know the bakugous.”

“i think i’m gonna pass out…” you mumble, fanning your face. 

“it’ll be fine. let’s finish our food and head out,” mina suggests.

camie nods and you take a deep breath.

“okay.”

you sit near the fountain in the mall as camie and mina talked to some guy at a kiosk about a set of diamond earrings.

“hey,” a voice calls out.

you look up and see katsuki’s tall and bulky figure before you, his chest and abs defined underneath his black shirt.

“eiji!” mina jumps and hugs eijirou, wrapping her legs around his side waist. “what’re you doing here?”

“kat said we’re going shopping so i just followed him,” eijirou tells her and rubs the top of katsuki’s head. his hand gets smacked away immediately.

you stand abruptly, lost for words. “you actually came?”

“i said i would.”

you swallow nervously and fiddle with one of the patches on your neck. scanning through your brain, you give him the first compliment you can think of and say, “i like your hair?”

“…my hair.”

mina facepalms.

“yes? a shaved head suits you.” you give him a stiff thumbs up. 

“are you alright?”

”yup, i’m great. perfectly fine.”

he waves his hand over his face. “you’re stinking up the place.”

you clap loudly and smile. “i need to use the bathroom. excuse me.” you cover the side of your face to avoid his gaze and stride past him towards the bathroom.

mina looks in your direction and follows after you. you’re splashing water on your face in the sink when she finds you.

“hey, bestie, you okay?”

“i’m a fucking idiot…”

“nooo, that’s not true.” 

“it was horrible! he probably thinks i’m stupid now!”

“no, you were just nervous. everyone gets nervous when they meet someone they might like. c’mon, let's go back. i’m sure this will go over well.”

back at the fountain, katsuki sat with arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

“don’t worry man, i’m sure she went to wash her face. you were nervous too when we got here.”

“shut up shitty hair…”

as you and mina walked back over, katsuki noticed you were still nervous but not as much as before. 

“hey.”

“hi.” he nods.

“sorry about that,” you apologise and play with the pink sleeve of your sweater.

“don't worry about it. where did you guys want to go shop?”

“ooh, dolmas,” camie grins. “then some jewellery from tiffany’s.”

katsuki looks down at you. “is that what you want?”

you peer up at him. “i’m fine with anything but i wouldn't mind going to h&m.”

“what do omegas even like? soft shit, right?”

“i like comfy stuff…”

“good to know. you really wanna go to h&m?”

“what’s wrong with h&m?”

“you can do better.”

“but i like h&m. i got my outfit from there.” you look down at your outfit.

“your outfit looks nice, sure, but an omega like you should have a couple lavish things or something. follow me.” he and eijirou start walking in the opposite direction.

“an omega like me?” you repeat and look at camie. “what does that mean? is that bad?”

“relax, girl,” she dismisses. “it’s a good thing.”

the three follow katsuki and eijirou towards a store where you see a mannequin in a white button-up and a pink plaid skirt. you go inside and search for it before your nose wrinkles when you look at the price . “oh lord, that’s like a month of groceries…”

a looming presence stands behind you, making you nervous.

“you like this?” katsuki rumbles above you.

“huh? oh yeah, but it’s too much for me.”

“get you size then hand it to me.”

“huh?” you stammer. “n-no i can’t let you do that.”

“consider it a birthday present.”

you reluctantly look through the options and thankfully find the size you always wear. “i should try it on first. these things usually run small.”

“i’ll be out here waiting for you. what size are you? i saw something else i thought you’d like.”

you tell him and he hums, wordlessly walking off.

“how’s it going?” mina whispers after witnessing the scene.

“he’s so…weird.”

“weird how?” 

“i dunno, just weird. not bad weird though. he’s different than what i’m used to.”

“different is good sometimes. he seems nice based off of what eiji told me but he just looks mean on the outside.”

“very mean,” you mutter and look at another dress. “we’ll see.”

you’ve never really been a fan of shopping. more likely to just buy stuff online and hope it fits and if it doesn’t just send it back. so you’re exhausted after just two hours of looking through different stores.

“my feet hurt,” you whine. “i shouldn’t have worn wedges today. mina can we go home?”

“we still have like five more stores.”

you whine louder.

katsuki comes back with a long-sleeved dress and notices your irritation. “you okay?” 

“my feet hurt and i’m tired.”

“how about you sit outside. i’ll buy the dress and i'll meet you there.”

“okay,” you hum, stepping out and looking for the nearest bench. you see some empty ones around a little kakigori stand and buy some.

“strawberry for the pretty lady,” the cashier grins. “i put a little extra something on the side.”

“hm?” you hum, look at the side of the cup and notice a number written onto the sparkly paper. “oh…thanks.”

you sit and eat some of the ice, feeling a little awkward about the unsolicited phone number. but he is cute. maybe you’ll text him later and see what happens.

katsuki comes out of the store with a small bag of clothes and sees you eating your treat while darting your eyes between it and the guy behind the kakigori counter. ‘what the fuck is going on…’

the guy comes over to talk to you, making you laugh slightly at something he says before he hands you a small piece of paper and goes back to the stand.

katsuki comes over and turns his head at the smell of horny alpha. ‘ew.’ “you feeling better?”

“i am, thank you,” you smile.

katsuki side eyes the alpha who shrinks into himself and scurries off. rolling his eyes, he sits next to you and looks at your food. “how much was that?”

“700¥.”

“what size is that?”

“a small?”

“700 for a small?! that’s not worth getting up for. y’mind sharing with me?”

“oh, um, but i only have one spoon. let me ask for another one.”

“we can still share.”

you chew your lip. “that’s not very sanitary.”

“it’s not like we’re sick or anything. just hand over the spoon,” katsuki sighs.

“the doctor in me says germs are everywhere…”

“and the not doctor part?”

you think for a moment, then hand him the spoon. “i might as well let loose a little on my birthday.”

“good,” katsuki grins and scoops some of the ice. “is this strawberry?”

“it’s my favorite,” you smile.

“mine too.” he noms the scoop, licking over his lips and fangs. 

you clear your throat. “i never asked what you did outside of owning the club.”

he passes you the spoon and rubs his chin. “i used to model for my folks but i got bored of that. but i’d say the clubs are all i do.”

“is there any other stuff you’re interested in?”

“i don’t know really. the clubs are interesting and the business is good.”

you hum and eat some of the kakigori. “so it’s just business with you?”

he searches his mind for something else. “i like to cook.”

“are you any good?”

“all the food served at the clubs are my recipes.”

“ooh. i didn’t try any but hopefully one day. i’m not a good cook, which is ironic since i love to eat.”

“i could teach you,” he offers.

“really? i don’t want to be a bother,” you mumble.

“you’re not being a bother trust me. just let me teach you the basics.”

“i’d like that.” you smile and his alpha preens proudly.

he glances at the piece of paper and sees it’s a number. when you’re not paying attention he slides it over to himself and crumples it up.

“totes cute,” camie comments from where she’s watching with mina and eijirou.

“i’m happy for him,” eijirou smiles. “so manly.”

mina playfully rolls her eyes at eijirou before smiling at you while you share shaved ice with katsuki. “they have to get together. she always messes up relationships cause of her anxiety.”

“uh mina, kat has anxiety too. he just doesn’t show it as often.”

“really? they’re both perfect for each other then.”

*

eijirou helps load the bags, and mina who’s finally tuckered out from those drinks, into your car.

“i had a great time,” you smile at camie. “we should hangout more often.”

“ohemgee, we should! you can totally come to my place whenever and we’ll have so much fun. also, happy birthday,” she grins, handing you a small bag from tiffany’s.

“camie, you didn’t have to,” you gasp.

“but i did. you’re welcome. inasa said he’s gonna pick me up so i’ll see you two again, okay?”

you nod and give her a hug. “thank you.”

you walk over to katsuki and smile up at him as he playfully raises an eyebrow.

“what is it?” he scoffs softly.

you take out a packet of tissues from your purse and wipe his mouth. “you got syrup on you, katsuki. today was fun. whenever you’re free, you can teach me how to cook like you said.”

“sure, tiny.”

“i’m not tiny, you alphas are just big for nothing.”

“you’re small to me, tiny. you’re practically fun-sized,” he chuckles as your chubby cheeks puff up. ‘cute.’

“can we gooooo?” mina groans from the passenger side. 

“i’m coming, relax. bye katsuki.” you wave.

he holds his hand out for you to shake, which you do with a little amusement. some of his scent from the gland on his wrist rubs off on your sleeve.

“later, tiny.”

“bye, giant,” you scoff before walking back to your car and driving off.

a few minutes after you and mina leave, camie squeals and shakes katsuki’s arm. “you like her~” 

“i’ve only known her for two days.barely two days, a day and a half at most.”

“babe i can tell you like her. my crush meter is never wrong!”

katsuki scoffs and walks to his audi. “whatever. let’s go, shitty hair.”

“bro we can’t just leave camie,” eijirou protests. “that’s so unmanly to leave a lady by herself.”

“good thing you’re with her then.” katsuki enters his car and starts the engine.

“you’re not seriously leaving me here are you?!”

katsuki gives him a look.

“bro!”

“so not cool,” camie pouts.

“fine. get in the car so we wait. i don’t feel like standing and waiting for that bald headed bastard.”

eijirou and camie stifle their laughs. “bro, you’re bald too.”

“i’m not bald. it’s a buzz cut, shut up.”

“i can see your scalp, babe.”

“i’m blond! of course it looks like this.”

“if you say so.”

over the next week, you and katsuki have been texting each other a lot, sharing recipes, and getting to know each other. throughout the week, he’d have someone deliver food to you for lunch under the claim of wanting you to eat right while being busy. the food was amazing, and you’d tell him every time after you eat the dish. monday, he made you kushiyaki, tuesday, it was gyoza, and wednesday, the delivery man comes as usual and meets you outside the hospital but he comes empty handed. he also looked a little different. taking off his hat, he revealed himself to be katsuki.

“katsuki!” you gasp. “hi.”

“hey tiny. i like your getup.”

“it’s a lab coat,” you huff. “what did you bring today?”

“nothing, i’m taking you out for lunch.”

“what, are you serious?”

“yeah, let’s go before your lunch is up.”

“ i can’t go too far but there’s this yakisoba vendor just around the corner.”

katsuki bends his elbow for you to slide your hand into, he rumbles when you do and bleeds happy alpha pheromones into the air. your cheeks heat up, and you suppress a purr as you walk.

the yakisoba is delicious. you happily eat it, blissfully unaware of katsuki watching you.

“yours looks yummier than mine,” you complain half-heartedly and point your chopsticks at his packet.

katsuki tilts it and smiles softly when you twirl your stick in it and take some. you hum and fan your face, swallowing the bite. “spicy. very spicy. oh my god.”

“can’t handle the heat?”

“i like spicy food, i just wasn't prepared.”

“whatever you say, tiny,” katsuki chuckles and hands you the coke he’s drinking.

“thank you,” you hum, drinking some of his soda before eating more of your noodles. 

katsuki walks you back to the clinic after lunch, stopping at the entrance.

“i’ll see you soon, tiny.”

“i hope so. thank you for lunch.”

your genuine smile makes his alpha preen and starts rumbling.

“whatever, you don’t have to be so soft about it.”

“im just being polite but, okay.”

you save at katsuki as he starts walking down the block, your omega swooning a little as you go back to your office. 

“someone smells happy,” mina comments when you walk into the apartment. “did you see another cute baby?”

“yes but that’s not why i’m happy,” you hum and kick off your shoes. “katsuki came to see me for lunch.”

she looks up from her laptop. “oh?”

“yeah. he was really nice and we ate yakisoba.”

“so you went on a lunch date~”

“we did,” you squeal and plop onto the couch next to her. “he’s so cute.”

“you think he’s cute? ooh, bestie has a crush!”

“mina stooop,” you whine, hiding your face in a throw pillow.

“next thing you know he’ll ask you out on a date, then he'll be your boyfriend!”

“no way. an alpha like that is not going to date a paediatrician.”

“he seems pretty interested in you already. who knows, it might go well. so are you going to spend your heat with him next week?”

you gasp, scandalised. “no! he has better things to do and im still too nervous,” you pout.

“you gotta be confident and put yourself out there bestie! he might even say yes!”

“i dunno…”

mina loops her arm over you for a hug. “you’ll get it.”

next week, you took your mandatory week off from work. the first few days aren’t so bad; just hot flashes, hunger, and horniness.

mina gives you as much space as you want but brings you food and water.

on the third day, you turn around in your nest, whimpering loudly. 

you moan in pain as you get another cramp, your fingers not enough to ease the pain in your pussy. your eyes settle on something pink hanging from the laundry basket, your scent mixed with something sweeter catching your nose. standing up, you pluck the sweater you wore last week and press it to your nose to inhale the smell of burnt caramel.

your eyes roll back as you let out a loud moan. ‘alpha. need alpha,’ your omega whines. 

you blindly reach around for your phone as you rock your hips against your hand.

katsuki finishes loading the dishwasher, pressing the button to start the cycle.

his phone buzzes in his back pocket as he opens the fridge to grab water before after morning workout.

y/n(tiny omega) is calling…

katsuki’s eyes widen as he sees the contact. ‘oh shit.’

rushing up the stairs, he shuts the door to his room and sits on his bed. “hey tiny.”

on the other end, you let out a cross between a keen and a moan.

“tiny? you okay?”

‘alpha. need you,’ you whine. ‘miss you.’

“y/n, are you okay?”

‘no, hurts too much,’ you whimper. ‘want you.’

‘she’s in heat. i can’t just hang up on her,’ katsuki thought to himself.

��i’m here omega. it’s gonna be okay,” he mumbles as you whimper softly. “imagine i'm there with you, ‘mega. spread your legs for me, can you do that?”

you whimper out a yes and spread your legs a little wider.

“good girl. lemme know how you're feeling, okay?”

you whimper into the phone and start rubbing your clit. ‘alpha.’

“you're touching yourself aren’t you? what’s running through that pretty head of yours?”

‘you, alpha,’ you keen.

“yeah?”

‘mhm,’ you hum into the phone.

“what would you let me to do to you, pretty girl?”

‘anything,’ you pant. ‘whatever you want.’

katsuki fishes out his dick, languidly stroking himself. “what’re you wearing?”

his phone buzzes again.

y/n(tiny omega)

>>{image}

katsuki opens it and sucks in a breath when he sees the picture of you from the neck down in the familiar loose pink sweater and nothing else, the collar loose enough for him to see the swollen scent glands shiny with oil.

“fuck, you look so hot,” he groans softly, stroking himself.

you whine on the other end and press two fingers into your slick hole. 

‘do you have a heat toy?’ he asks you.

blearily you pull your fingers from your pussy, your omega whining at the loss, and open your bedside drawer to take out a purple and pink jelly, knotted dildo you bought ages ago to help with your heats. “i do,” you whine into the phone.

‘fuck, change the call to face time, pretty girl. i wanna see you.’

you roll onto your back, contemplating if you should. ‘need alpha,’ your inner omega whines.

you tap the button on your phone and set the phone at the head of your bed while you wait for him to switch the call. you softly rock against the toy and whine softly before it finally connects.

‘you look so fuckin’ pretty like this. you wish it was me, don’t you?’ he chuckles, groaning as he fists himself a little faster. ‘you wish it was me stuffing you full right now, pretty girl? show me how you like it.’

you lay on your side and bend your knee towards your chest, giving him a full view of your front. you reach behind your thigh and press the dildo to your hole, sighing in relief when it’s buried up to the knot.

“wish you were here, alpha,” you whimper as you rock against the toy before slowly withdrawing it. katsuki sees the thick, shiny, slick clinging to the toy and your hand, and licks his lips.

‘holy shit, you’re soaked, pretty girl,’ katsuki groans as he starts bucking into his hand. ‘keep going, just like that.’

you swallow thickly, gathering up the courage to ask him to move the camera. “can i see you? please?” there’s some desperation behind the question, how you breathlessly beg for him to show his dick. the sound of your whimpers fill his ears, riling up his alpha. 

katsuki flips his camera around, showing his hand wrapped around himself, his cock, shiny from the precum while his knot was starting to swell from seeing you like that.

‘alpha, you’re so big,’ you gasp from your end before moaning when the dildo ghosts over your g-spot.

“yeah? is it the biggest one you’ve ever seen?”

‘i’ve never seen an alpha’s dick before…only betas,’ you admit shyly.

“oh yeah? well what do you think?”

‘you’re so thick, katsuki.’

“call me katsuki again,” he groans as you keep thrusting the toy in and out.

‘i want you katsuki. you and your knot, alpha,’ you whimper and smell your sleeve again to imagine he’s there. ‘fuck.’

“what was that?”

‘my sweater smells like you, alpha. you smell so good.’

katsuki squeezes his knot, trying not to cum. he exhales loudly, his voice tight as he fights off his orgasm.

‘wish you were here, katsuki,’ you whine and push the toy deeper inside you. the fake knot catches your sore rim. ‘you’d treat me so well. you’d be such a good alpha. you’d be the best sire to anyone’s pups.’

“shit, pretty girl, you can’t just say things like that,” katsuki groans as he tries to hold back.

‘but it’s true,’ you moan. ‘anyone would be lucky to have you as their mate.’

“even you, pretty girl?”

your eyes widen as the words slip from his mouth pushing you over the edge. ‘fuck!’

katsuki watches as the knot disappears between your legs as you buck wildly. ‘shit that was hot,’ he thinks.

you whine into the phone and look into the camera. ‘katsuki?’

“hmm?”

‘i wish it was you, instead.’

katsuki’s eyes roll back as his nose scrunches up, his groans echoing throughout his room. “fuck.” his knot pops, pulsing as his dick spits cum all over his abs and hand.

‘alpha?’ you call out from the phone. ‘alpha are you still there?’

katsuki flips the camera so you can see his face. “i’m still here, pretty girl. don’t worry.”

you start to whine and whimper, your omega disappointed in the fake knot. katsuki hears the door open and some footsteps.

“whew. you’ve been busy,” mina exclaims and taps your shoulder. “uh oh. this is why i told you to get a heat partner.”

katsuki’s alpha growls at the sight of someone else touching you when you’re so vulnerable.

“bestie, who’s—shut up, you didn’t! i’ll go get some rags and some food for you but i’m so happy! she’ll be out for a couple hours.”

katsuki watches the beta give you aftercare, growling when she reaches between your legs to take out the toy. you whine and grab her arm. “knot!”

“it’s okay, you can use it later. you’re such a good omega.”

you purr at the praise, letting go of mina and resting your head on the pillow with a blissed-out expression.

mina picks up your phone. “i’ll let her text you later. byeee~” she sings and hangs up. katsuki stares at his home screen for a moment, then becomes hyper-aware of the cold cum on his stomach and hand. “ew.”

katsuki goes into his bathroom and takes a shower before opening his window and changing into a clean pair of boxers and sweats.

walking inot the living room, he passes eijirou while making his way towards the kitchen.

“damn, bakubro,” eijirou calls out. “what’s got you all worked up?”

“nothing. i’m just getting something to eat.”

“you stink.” he waves his hand in front of his face for effect. “is your rut early?”

“mind your business, shitty hair!”

“did you get cockblocked?”

“shitty hair…”

eijirou holds his hands up in surrender and goes back to watching his movie.

you wake up sore, the fog of heat a little clearer after an orgasm and a nap. you turn over and see mina sitting behind you with her laptop in hand watching a movie. “mina?” you mumble.

“nice to see you’re awake, bestie,” she hums.

you glance at her sitting on your blanket. “you’re in my nest…”

“i can go if you want me to. i just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“how long have you been here?”

“about an hour.”

you sigh and lay back down. “i’m just tired. what happened?”

“apparently you spent an hour long face time call with katsuki.”

“what! oh no no no no no. i probably acted like a horny bitch,” you whine and cover your face in shame. “i’m a terrible omega.”

“what, no you’re not, bestie. you’re a great omega and anyone would be lucky to have you as their mate. and he texted you back.”

she shows you the notification on your phone.

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>text me when you wake up

your omega purrs but you shut her up. “i’m so embarrassed.”

“this is a good thing!”

“what if it’s not!” you whine.

“only one way to find out.

me

&lt;&lt;hey

he replies almost immediately.

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>you okay?

me

&lt;&lt;yeah

&lt;&lt;;feeling better

&lt;<i’m sorry for bothering you

&lt;<i probably did sumn weird

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>no you didn’t

>>don’t worry about it

“he’s being so cool about it,” you mumble. “why?”

“almost like he likes you,” mina says and steals a fry from the takeout bag.

“no he doesn’t, does he?”

“he wouldn’t have stayed on the phone if he didn’t.”

“maybe you’re right. hopefully he does like me back.”

“are you saying you like katsuki?”

“i’ve only known him for two weeks, mina. but i think he’s cute,” you say quietly.

“bestie’s got a crush!”

“no, i don’t, shut up!” you whine.

she squeals quietly. “your first actual crush on someone you know in real life and not just instagram models.”

you huff and feel your stomach start to flutter. “i—i should call my alpha.”

mina packs up her things and puts the leftover food on your nightstand. “i cleaned your toy and left it in the drawer. good luck.”

when you’re alone again, you call katsuki and hold your phone to your ear.

‘hey pretty girl,’ katsuki’s voice echoes through the speaker.

“hi alpha,” you smile to yourself.

‘you feeling better?”

you whine and it tells him what he has to know.

‘go get your toy, pretty girl.’

*

two days later you’re coming down from the peak of heat, extremely tired and spent. mina leaves you wrapped up in your blankets with plenty of water, netflix and snacks before going to work.

in the middle of watching inside job, you hear a knock at your front door. you trudge your way over in your self made burrito and open your door. the smell of burnt caramel and smoke hit your nose instantly. “alpha!” you chirp, hugging him and rubbing your cheek on his chest before pulling him inside.

“glad to see you’re feeling better, pretty girl.” katsuki rubs his chin on the top of your head, scenting your bonnet.

you purr contentedly, hugging him tighter. “what’re you doing here? how did you know where i lived?”

“eijirou’s girlfriend gave us your address so i can check on you. i brought food.” he shows you the brown paper bag.

“such a good alpha,” you mumble and pull his free hand. “come into my nest.”

“are you sure, pretty girl. i don’t want to impose on you.”

“i want you to see it. please?”

“all right, lead the way.”

you show him your bed piled high with pink and white blankets and a pastel pink throw. a cat squishmallow sits by your white headboard.

“cozy,” katsuki comments as he sits.

you purr happily as you sit next to him in the nest. “what’d you bring?”

“omurice.”

“that sounds yummy,” you chirp and tug the front of his shirt. “can you take this off so i can put it in my nest?”

“you want my shirt?”

“mmhm.”

katsuki chuckles as he removes his shirt and adjusts himself so he lays on his side. “is this better?”

your eyes trail along his torso, ogling his large pecs, slight six pack and the full sleeve on his right arm and pec. “yeah.”

you tuck the shirt under your pillow and lay down so he’s spooning you and can see your computer screen.

“what show is this?”

“inside job. the guy that made gravity falls is a producer.”

“mm,” he rumbles and rubs your hip. “never heard of them.”

you giggle at the feeling and watch the episode, letting the conspiracy jokes flow through your ears.

“is that a half dolphin half human man?” katsuki mumbles.

“yeah, he was in some military testing and it went wrong, but it’s funny.”

“you’re weird sometimes, but it’s cute,” he mumbles as he presses his nose to your neck. “and you smell so good.”

your omega preens but you choke up, suddenly freezing as katsuki’s rough tongue laps against your skin.

katsuki groans as he tastes your butterscotch scent, his hips rutting against your ass.

you turn your neck enough to face him. “katsuki, i don’t want to go all the way during my heat…”

“that’s okay,” he rumbles. “i won’t push you.”

“you’re so sweet,” you purr, tilting your head back to smile up at him. “but…we can do other stuff if you want.”

“like this?” katsuki whispers as he leans in and cups your face, eyes flickering down to your lips before laning in and kissing you softly.

you turn around and lean into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

katsuki rumbles softly as he cups your face, deepening the kiss.

“alpha?” you murmur as you pull away.

“mhm?”

your scent flares a little with post-heat heaviness.“need you.”

katsuki’s pupil dilate at the change in scent. ‘holy shit.’ “you sure, pretty girl?” he mumbles as you stare up at him.

“please?”

he kisses your neck and shoulder, tongue darting out to taste your scent gland. his hand slips your sleep shorts off and your legs open on impulse. his alpha rumbles loudly but he knows your heat is the one talking.

“where’s your toy, pretty girl?”

“drawer,” you whine, tilting your head allowing him to nose more against your scent gland. you cling to him while he stretches his arm to your drawer to take out the dildo.

you whine when you see the toy, pulling his sweatpants. “knot!”

“can’t give you the real thing yet pretty girl. not when you’re like this,” he coos, kissing your forehead.

you whine and paw at his sweats. “alpha.”

“i’m sorry but i’m not taking advantage of you like this.”

you whine and you try rubbing your ass against him.

“no, y/n,” he sighs, gripping your hips so you stop. he adjusts both of you so he sits on his knees between your legs while you lay on your stomach. “i’ll still help you.”

he leans over you and allows you to inhale his scent. your hips buck up against him, covering his sweatpants with slick.

“easy, pretty girl. i’ll give you what you want.”

rubbing the dildo along your hole, he taps it a couple of times on your clit before slowly pushing it in.

“oh fuck, alpha!” you whine as you buck your hips.

“i’m right here, y/n. y’like that don’t you,” he whispers as you moan into your pillow.

his eyes focus on the way the dildo easily glides out of your cunt, slick starting to drip down and wet his fingers. the air is thick with your scent with the lingering heaviness of heat but not as strong as a few days ago.

your hands grip the blanket next to your head.

“is it too much for you, pretty girl?”

“more,” you whine. “please.”

“faster or harder, omega?”

“yes,” you whimper, arching your back more.

katsuki places a hand on your lower back as he moves the toy at your request and leans over you, kisses behind your ear. “you’re such a good omega, y/n.”

you choke on a moan when you cum, whining into your pillow. your hips cant backwards against the toy. “alpha, knot me please!”

katsuki pushes the toy ask the way inside you with a soft pop, grinding the tip of it into your g-spot to draw out your orgasm. your body falls flat on the bed, knees and arms weak but your omega is satisfied.

“good girl,” he whispers, rubbing your sides and kisses your cheek. “you stay here, i’ll go get your food and some water.”

you whine at the mention of katsuki leaving. “nooo,” you mumble. “alpha stay.”

“just relax. imagine this is my knot.” he wiggles the toy and you sigh. ‘it’s not as big but it’ll do.’

katsuki kisses your temple and walks out of the room to get the omurice he made. ‘dammit it’s fuckin’ cold. i might as well just remake her food.’

about ten minutes later, katsuki comes back in with two plates of food. “you awake, pretty girl? y/n?” he calls out as you groan softly.

“alpha?”

“there she is. i brought you food.”

he places a plate on the other side of the bed then goes into your bathroom looking for a washrag so he can clean you up.

once he’s done he helps you sit up and sets you upright, draping an arm over your shoulder while handing you the plate of food. “eat up, pretty girl. can’t have you starve during your heat.”

“such a good alpha,” you mumble with a dased expression. 

katsuki chuckles softly and scoops a piece of egg and rice up. “y/n, you gotta eat. open wide for me, pretty girl.”

you rest your head on his shoulder and open your mouth. “ahh,” you groan softly.

“you want me to feed you?” he chuckles after you take the first bite.

“no, i can—i can do it,” you mumble, reaching for the spoon. “this is good.”

“i know,” he chuckles as you drowsily feed yourself. 

“what about you?”

“huh?”

“aren’t you gonna eat?”

“not right now, i’m worried about you.”

you pout as you look up at him and scoop some of your rice and move it towards his mouth. “eat.”

“it’s not for me, y/n. thats yo—”

“no, eat.”

he takes a bite, chewing as you take your own bite.

“yay,” you hum taking your own bite before feeding him again. you squirm happily and keep doing this until you finish your food. “oh, there’s no more…”

“are you still hungry?”

“no. can we cuddle some more?”

he takes the bowl away and puts it on the nightstand. “sure.”

you turn around and rest your head on katsuki’s chest. your omega purrs happily at the closeness. “katsuki?”

“yeah?”

“thank you,” you hum.

“no problem, tiny.”

mina returns in the late evening and sees the pair of slides by the door. your scent is in the air but mixed with another.

“y/n? i’m home. who’s car is by the curb?”

mina doesn’t get a response. 

“y/n?”

she knocks on your door before peeking her head into your room, instantly holding her nose as she smells yours and katsuki’s heavy intertwined scents with an undertone of sex.

she peeks into your room and sees you wrapped up in your blanket burrito next to katsuki sitting up on your headboard. your head is on his chest while you sleep and he watches netflix. “oh, you two have been busy,” she chuckles. “hi bakugou.”

his head perks up at the sound of the door opening. “you saw nothing,” he glares.

“how is she?”

“satisfied. we didn’t do anything so don’t get any ideas.”

you let out a small snore and shift closer to him, rubbing your face on his chest and purring from his scent.

“i wasn’t worried about that. i’m glad you care about her,” mina smiles as you purr quietly.

“yeah yeah. go tell your boyfriend i’ll be late tonight.”

“i will,” she giggles.

“and don’t go making it a big thing!” he hisses.

she will.

katsuki gently shakes you awake after you’ve been asleep for an hour. “i’ve gotta go, tiny.”

you pout and stop your omega from whining. “do you have to?”

“i’ve gotta go to work tonight, so yeah. i wanted to ask you something before i go? are you free next saturday?”

“saturday? mm, i have a shift but i could sacrifice my day off for a free saturday. why?”

“i wanna spend time with you. my parents have a show that day then i could take you out for dinner.”

“katsuki, i’d like that,” you smile as he looks down at you. he grabs the shirt but you grab the other end. “can i keep it?”

“i have to wear a shirt, tiny.”

you look up at him with big pleading eyes, bottom lip wobbling. katsuki relents and lets it go. “fine. you can keep it.”

“yay!”

“alright, i’ll see you then, pretty girl,” he chuckles and kisses your cheek before climbing out of your bed.

you watch him walk out of the room and swoon softly. “bye…”

the front door shuts and immediately, mina rushes in, flopping onto your bed. “tell me everything. he didn’t take advantage of you during your heat did he?”

“no.” your eyes dart to your drawer. “he didn’t. he was really nice and helpful, he even made me omurice.”

“anything else?”

“we watched netflix together and cuddled. he asked me out on a date for next saturday. now i just have to find something to wear…”

“i have just the thing!” mina squeals. 

“i don’t want anything short! mina your clothes aren’t my style.”

“mmm, nevermind. ooh, what about that outfit you bought when katsuki went with us to the mall?”

you think about the pink plaid shirt sitting in the back of your closet with the long-sleeved white shirt. “i would but i don’t want to mess it up.”

“girl, this is the first date you’ve had in ages. wear the skirt.”

“okay okay. i will. now leave, i wanna do…stuff.”

“uh huh. have fun,” mina snickers before walking out and closing the door behind her.

you fish out the shirt from under your blanket and bring it to your nose, shuddering slightly. ‘alpha.’

eijirou hears the front door open as he’s getting ready in his room and peeks out. “hey bakubro. where’s your shirt?”

“don’t worry about it.”

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[andy-clutterbuck]

Andy™: Behind the scenes of The Ones Who Live

[raw-law]

thank you L for encouraging me to share my dramatic life i think i will occasionally save these stories as i remember them✨

starting off with "how the FUCK did no one catch on that i was autistic" a series of mini stories from like- elementary school.

so when i'm like 6, my mom got custody over me during the school year (we will get into when/why they weren't living together and got divorced in another story) and that meant i had to leave behind my old tiny small-town school where i spent kindergarten. a lot of schools have this like- open house thing where kids can see their new classrooms and such, and i was at this open house, sitting at a desk in my new classroom and not looking at the other things around the room. so obviously the teacher comes up and asks how i'm feeling, and i respond by looking at her VERY seriously and ststing that i was "very concerned" about the upcoming school year. small reminder, i was 6.

around 2nd grade was the time i got SUPER into pokemon. like i was utterly obsessed from the moment i watched a couple episodes on my mom's ipad before bed. i liked many pokemon, but if i had to pick one, i would have picked pikachu. my mom got me a small pikachu plushie as a tooth fairy prize (there's an interesting story there too, believe it or not) like about the size of a hamburger. i LOVED this pikachu plush (and still do) and carried it with me everywhere. i cuddled with it every night. i had a frantic meltdown any time i didn't know where he was. and that was my first comfort object. i kept carrying him with me up until like 6th grade, where i went to only taking him to things like therapy or doctor's appointments because those places are scary, yet i still need to know where he is to feel okay.

the second comfort object was this pikachu jacket my mom got me from target one day because i begged her to. as soon as i got home, i Immediately put it on and went to watch one of the pokemon movies with it zipped up, hood over my head, my knees to my chest. my mom still has a picture of me from that day. and good god, i wore that jacket EVERY day, carrying little figures around in the pockets, and NO ONE could get it off of me. even in the middle of midwest summer. and as such, it got super ratty and dirty, but i refused to let it get replaced until mom finally just had to do it because it was 'unsalvageable' as she put it. keep in mind, maybe somewhat odd but excuseable behavior for a young child, but i had this jacket up until 7th grade when my mom finally managed to wrestle it away from me and replace it.

i have more similar ones but this ask is getting godawful long, i'm cutting it off now lol.

-rainbow dash

L:

my god.. this is. very amusing.

i feel like any child with an oddly sophisticated vocabulary and an odd obsession with pikachu should automatically be suspected of having the autism™. it's just too on the nose at that point.

i guess i can use this as an excuse to relate and share some weird things i did as a child.

i think i brought up the mancala set i had before in another ask, but i don't know if i properly emphasized how much i really liked that game. because, i think when i was around 7, i met a girl who liked mancala as well, so we would only ever play that each time we saw each other. i wasn't good at talking to other kids my age, so playing together was the only way we could really have conversations. it was just easier to communicate through the game. but then one day, for a reason i can't remember, i got really mad at her halfway through a game, pulled the board to where she couldn't reach, and started playing the game by myself.

she then proceeded to stomp on my foot, say i was stupid, and she refused to play mancala with me ever again.

i'm not sure if that was proof i was autistic, but at the very least i knew it was when i realized i liked girls. so.

i suppose i haven't changed much.

Light:

Um.

I'm very sorry, but I can't relate...I'm very neurotypical, so.

But I did rather enjoy listening to both your life stories. RD, kudos to you for managing to weasel a little of Ryuzaki's back story out of him. I'm very proud of you for that.

And I'd love to hear more of your stories, RD! Feel free to share them anytime, or when you're comfortable too.

[redbelles]

Ok how about the ⭐️ thing for chimneys?

oh hell yeah! i'm going to be insane about this in an aviation direction (shocking, i know) so, uh, here:

It’s Marge, prettier than any Vargas girl his boys ever painted on the nose of a Fort [...]

i did this because a) the image of bucky thinking of marge as a vargas girl grabbed me by the throat and shook me half to death, b) we were fucking robbed when it came to nose art* in masters of the air, and c) it's funny to me, personally, because of the dick bong of it all. gale cleven if he hadn't fallen in love with the big bird:

bucky, sulking just off camera: Maaarge.

in all seriousness though, i'm very fond of this moment for chimneys!bucky because while he's,,,,, sort of kind of maybe acknowledged to himself that he's in love with both of them, he hasn't really looked at it. he's wrapped it all up in misery and the unshakeable certainty that he'll never have either of them, that he's awful for wanting them in the first place, and tried to pretend it away. buried it, ignored it, run away to the east coast trying to get away from it, and yet! it's been there the whole time! you measured every woman you saw—painted pin up girl or flesh and blood dame—against marge! three years on from the war and she's still the standard! you can't escape it, buddy! and that's not even touching on the whole paulina thing. which: lol. lmao, even.

anyway, i'm insane about that line both for Meg Redbelles: Aviation Nerd™ reasons and also because it does a lot of character work. and you know what? fuck it, i love it because it's sexy! the trifecta, if u will.

*someone please ask me about wwii nose art i was a heartbeat away from writing my thesis on wwii nose art i am d y i n g for an excuse to talk about wwii nose art

send me a director's cut ask!

[alan-duarte]

TIMING: Current LOCATION: A latte to love PARTIES: Boyd Adkinson Jr. @saveah0rse & Alan Duarte SUMMARY: Alan and Boyd meet in an overcrowded café and share a chair and a chat. CONTENT WARNINGS: n/a

Having a large family often meant that there were rarely enough chairs around the table for all of them. Alan’s parents, his nieces and nephews were seated already. The elders were waiting patiently for the rest of them to get chairs, the kids weren’t nearly as quiet about it. 

It wasn’t his problem, he left the parenting to his brothers and sisters. He wasn’t precisely trying to be the cool uncle™ but it never failed to make him gloat whenever the kids went on about how Uncle Alan was less of a bore than the lot of them. Thank you very much. 

He gave the barista a glance and an apologetic smile. They’d put the chairs back where they belonged, and tip accordingly, obviously, but even he agreed that the Duarte table could have been any introvert’s definition of hell. There were 16 of them now, but as far as family reunions went, this was a small party for the Duartes. The cousins weren’t even there, you see. And their spouses, and their children. 

Looking around at the diminishing chair supply, Alan finally set his eyes on one that appeared to be free. The man who sat there might have been waiting for company. Still, Alan made his way toward him, fixing his hair mechanically as he asked : “Excuse me, is the chair free?” 

So, maybe letting himself be goaded into doing a couple shots with the regulars at the bar last night wasn’t his best idea, but the coffee Boyd was nursing was soothing his pounding head. It had been nice to get a sound sleep for once, even if he paid for it in the morning. Eventually, he’d have the energy needed to keep hunting the Agropelter he’d been looking for for the last couple weeks. For a sick animal, the thing was elusive. He was sure at the bottom of this coffee lay the energy boost he needed. Boyd had been prodding at a danish for the better part of an hour when a huge group walked in. A Latte To Love was great for people watching, and today they just didn’t stop coming. The number of people in the little cafe made him happy he’d already ordered. They made him want to duck out as soon as possible. 

Boyd wasn’t at all surprised when a member of the large party approached him to ask for the chair across the table from him. The man had kind eyes that caused a little flutter in his chest. Maybe that’s why when he tried to respond, instead of saying “go ahead,” or “take it away,” like he had intended, he blurted out, “Go away.” Cheeks flushing, Boyd cleared his throat. “Sorry, sorry. I meant to say, go ahead. Take it away,” he clarified. He tried to deflect with a small chuckle. “One of those days,” he said with a dismissive shrug. 

“I’m so sorry, I startled you, didn’t I?” Alan gave the other a bashful smile, his eyes drawn to the shade of red on his cheeks at first, then at the dark sweep of the man’s long lashes, the brush of freckles on the bridge of his nose. Right, the chair. Feeling heat rising in his own face, Alan rubbed at the back of his neck while he clarified. With light laughter, he nodded, wrinkles intensifying at the corner of his eyes while he crunched up his nose. “It’s fine, I’d also be at loss of words if I saw that walking in on Sunday morning,” a nightmare that Alan only appreciated because it was composed of people he loved dearly. 

With a happy sigh, he set his hand on the back of the chair, ready to take it away. “We all have those days. I hope it gets better,” a pause, “maybe I can pay for your next coffee cup? To pay for the chair,” right. Of course, Alan, to pay for the chair. 

The crinkle of his eyes, the light blush that lit up his cheeks–if Boyd didn’t know better, he’d say there was still some booze in his system the way he was feeling. Was this guy flirting? It had certainly been a minute since the cowpoke had been on the receiving side of any flirtation, and he was feeling rusty. “I won’t say I wasn’t a bit taken aback. You got a big family,” he said with a nod in the direction of the large party. “Always good to have your people, though.” 

The wish for a better day could be brushed off with a friendly smile, but the comment about repaying him caught him off guard. It seemed this handsome stranger was full of surprises this morning. Boyd looked down at his coffee cup and then back up to the man before him as his smile grew. He nodded with a chuckle. “Right, for the chair. I just might have to take you up on that.” 

"It's like that every Sunday," except on full moons. Alan never knew how he'd feel when he woke up, and every now and then, skipped Sunday meetings under pretext of a business trip or an important seminar. "We'll try to keep the volume reasonable," that wasn't a promise he was sure to be able to keep, though he would at least try. The key was to keep anyone from mentioning sports or politics.

"Just tell them to put it on the tab for Alan Duarte," he didn't need his family name and he was just asking to get stalked online. He'd allow it because he'd first find his business' page, then his social media pages. "Nice meeting you," he smiled. "Thanks for the chair," and with that, he left, shaking his head as his youngest sister gave him a knowing look, as if to say again?

“Nice meeting you,” Boyd repeated, watching as the man–as Alan departed. He hadn’t even told Alan his name, he couldn’t just charge the man the price of a cup of coffee for nothing. He turned back to his coffee, his danish, and questioned if it was strange to look Alan up. Maybe it was. Maybe he shouldn’t do it. Maybe Boyd would just have to come back another Sunday. The thought had his cheeks warming up again. Yeah, he’d definitely need to be back next Sunday.

[crikey01]

YES to this

and also, crowley showing his affection through physical touch but masking it with his 'bad demon cred™'

oh you called me nice? in the softest voice ever ,, with hearts in your eyes? ah yes, perfect excuse to get close enough that our noses touch, let me just press you against a wall.

closer than he'd dare to get if he was being sincere. he doesn't want to scare aziraphale away by going too fast, so reverts to the age old 'hereditary enemies' facade

(i also think that aziraphale feeds into this sometimes too. like he knows if he tells crowley he's nice then there's a chance crowley will get close to him)

I have this theory that Aziraphale has always wanted to be more affectionate/physical with Crowley but hasn't because of them being "hereditary enemies" and has simply waited for Crowley to use his 'bad demon cred™' to make a move for him so he doesn't have to (the way Crowley used Laudanum as an excuse to do something good) and gets very very annoyed every single time Crowley doesn't take the hint.

He was finally getting his moment here but no, they were interrupted. (the way his gaze lingers shut uppppp)

You can't tell me he wasn't absolutely annoyed here.

And the thing is, if Crowley has ever picked up on it, he definitely didn't/wouldn't act on it because hes absolutely terrified of scaring Aziraphale away.

"You go too fast for me, Crowley" absolutely altered Crowley's brain chemistry and not for the better.

[ahamedmizan2611]

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Problem 1: Is It Acne, Allergies, Or Rosacea?

Rosacea can be easily mistaken for acne or seasonal allergies due to its very similar symptoms, which include:

Facial flushing

Acne-like bumps

Small, dilated blood vessels near the skin’s surface

Swollen bumps along the nose and eyes

As someone with sensitive skin, I am extremely prone to rosacea flare ups and break outs.

Solution: 5 Habits To Help Beat Rosacea

Here’s what I’ve found helpful for avoiding those annoying red, splotchy patches.

Use face creams that contain anti-inflammatory properties. Tre’Yours Avocado Corrective Face Cream works particularly well, as it is made with naturally anti-inflammatory Certified Organic avocado oil, and retains the slightly green color of avocadoes, which can help balance out redness.

Drink coffee! The high caffeine content in coffee helps to close dilated blood vessels that instigate flushing. I’m not ashamed to admit I’m a coffee addict, so any excuse to drink more of it is fine by me.

Avoid the sun and always apply sunblock. Be sure to check ingredients first though. Some sunblocks contain potentially harmful or irritating ingredients, especially for those of you like me with sensitive skin. Ingredients with natural UV protective properties like Shea Butter and avocado oil are always a plus!

Avoid hot and cold temperatures. Also, try not to switch rapidly between hot and cold environments.

Steer clear of spicy foods and alcoholic beverages. This one is always hard for me as I love Mexican cuisine and going to the local pub, but it’s good advice nonetheless.

The natural green color of Tre’Yours Avocado Corrective Face Cream also saves me from having to over-apply my foundation to cover up redness, which in turn helps my skin to breathe easier (yes, skin needs oxygen too) and makes my rosacea not last quite as long.

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Yes you do. The way I like to explain it is if you were to think of the rest of your skin as a house, with strong wood beams and insulation to keep you safe and warm inside, the skin around your eyes would have the sturdiness and insulation of a makeshift tent. When you consider that, in addition to being so thin and fragile, the skin around the eyes must contend with 22 muscles in perpetual motion throughout each day and night, and that a person blinks up to 10,000 times per day, it’s not surprising that the skin around the eyes can be one of the first areas to show signs of tiredness when someone fails to get enough sleep, and one of the first areas to show visible signs of aging such as fine lines and wrinkles.

Research has shown that our eyes are able to detect a 20% change in the topography of our skin’s surface, and given the important role our eyes play in communication, we are naturally more concerned with the appearance of our eyes.

We are drawn to areas of contrast ensuing from shadows made by high amplitude/low-frequency features such as lines and wrinkles, and consequently, taking care of the skin around our eyes is even more crucial.

Solution: AvocadoEyes™

I personally use AvocadoEyes™ by Tre’Yours and I love it! It is made with Certified Organic avocado oil, which has natural UV protective properties (in fact, it has one of the highest natural SPF ratings

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