#Hopeless SideKick
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the-slaylus-parable ¡ 1 year ago
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Why isn’t villain’s henchman x hero’s sidekick talked about more often? Think about it. Imagine the two of them having a playful relationship, their fighting becoming less and less serious every time as their bosses argue and brawl. Imagine them knowing each others true identities, hanging out on the weekend. Imagine them having a weird combination of enemies to lovers AND best friends to lovers. Imagine them flirting as they play fight when they know damn well they should really be aiding their superiors in combat. Why is this not a thing?????
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strawberrymochin ¡ 21 days ago
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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐚' 𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐬!
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synopsis- dared by nobara, Yuji decides to pull a prank on their physics professor— gojo satoru, infamous for his wickedly handsome face and his notorious mouth. He spikes gojo’s coffee with a few pills of viagra, suppressing the jolts of illegal excitement bubbling up his veins— which soon dies when gojo offers the cup of coffee to you instead.
warnings- college!au, SMUT, physics professor gojo with huge d, you having a hopeless crush on gojo, nobamaki as your sidekick, age gap(6yrs), use of APHRODISIACS, oral male receiving, mutual masturbation, SQUIRTING, CHOKING, unprotected sex(sort of), VOYEURISM, I feel sorry for Yuji, cursing, dirty talk, some great latin words.
w.c- 4.8k
a/n's note- Yuji will always be remembered as my brave soldier! Next will be nanami in the series!! i hope you like it. comments and reblogs are much appreciated!! Taglist is open!
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“Professor gojo is always a hot topic for the girls” nobara stated blandly to her senior maki, sitting opposite to her at their regular corner cafeteria table. 
Maki rolls her eyes at the statement, unable to pinpoint what exactly girls like about their professor. Even you— her best friend has an insatiable crush on him. She unwrapped her chicken cheese burger taking a huge bite before muffling “yeah, nothing new…”.
Gojo Satoru, your physics professor, has been a topic of constant gossip ever since he joined the university. He was surprisingly young, menacingly handsome and had a notorious way with his tongue. His carefree attitude and indelible impression caused students to mark him as the— infamous professor among the trio of young havocs. 
Girls swarmed around him sprawling new tattles each day. And another one that randomly popped out at the chatter page of your university was— professor gojo having an extremely high sex drive. 
An anon posted it in the forum and disappeared and it blew up overnight. People agreed over online, some simping, some getting disgusted or jealous(mainly boys), and some concocting new scandals having seen him going out with two different women in one day. 
Today was no different. The chatter forums have been buzzing with news and rumors and among them the trending one was professor gojo’s libido discussions. 
Nobara dragged her finger down the screen of her phone, refreshing the page hoping to see something new. “I can't believe they don't have any better discussions other than this.” Her disappointment was clearly visible as ‘gojolibido’ thingy still remained at its position on the top. 
she placed her phone down on the table, sipping up the last of her drink. 
Yuji leaned back in his armchair, his head resting against the cool metal frame, his body partially slouched. His crumpled paper wraps of sandwich sat messy on the table, “come to think of it, professor gojo never declines any of the stuff…” 
The college rumors spread like gasoline set ablaze. There was little to no chance of him not being aware of the sizzling situation. 
Maki dropped her half eaten burger, placing her elbows on the table top leaning in a bit. “He probably enjoys it.” 
And maybe he does. There are sure subtle hints. The slight curve of the corner of his lips when students gawk at him as he walks past them, hearing them fawning over him. Or the smug side eye he gives to his male students— almost satirical. Or the infamous way of his wicked tongue, it's as if he was mocking them. 
No one can say for sure. 
“If that's the case I'm sure he wouldn't mind some pranks too…” Yuji straightens up half joking. “What do you mean?” asks maki. 
“Like some pulling up a bold act…” he suggested, stretching his arms out before letting them fall on his thighs, rubbing his palms over the rough fabric.
“Woah!” Nobara almost jumped up in excitement, looking at Yuji as if he finally had some sense knocked in his head, “And here I thought Itadori never grew a brain,” she sprinted her head to maki who was gnawing on her burger. 
“How ‘bout we get y/n pull something on gojo sensei?” 
“Bruh—” maki leaned back in her seat, narrowing her eyes as a little smirk crawled up her face. 
You've had a crush on professor gojo. And this was no secret from your friend group. Plus they already had enough of you sighing dramatically at the mere sight of him. They can only wonder how you even manage to behave normal when you're assigned to help him sort out some paperwork after class. 
“This is gonna be awful. And fun to watch.” Maki turned her head to spot you in the cafeteria line, currently buying lunch for yuta and inumaki. 
They have a paper due the next day so they requested you to buy them lunch to save time. 
As you leave the cafeteria with lunch boxes in your hand, heading towards the classroom yuta and inumaki might be stressing over work, maki, nobara and Yuji join you. 
“Done buying the idiots lunch?” Maki came up wrapping a hand over your shoulder. “Woa— yeah! On my way delivering it as you can see…” 
“Sure thing.” Nobara said. 
“Well you know we're playing truth and dare.” Maki continues dragging out the ‘dare’ part. 
“Yeah lame shit…” 
“So, we’ve got a dare for you.” She announces outright. 
“Bitch i wasn't even playin—” 
“Yuji wants to pass his dare to you.” Yuji looked baffled at nobara, but decided to play along anyway. “Ah yeah y/n senior, can you please take the dare my stead.” 
Aww, you pitied the pink haired boy, one year junior than you. You nodded you head in sympathy, feeling sorry for what ridiculous of a dare maki and nobara might have imposed on him, not caring what they might impose on you. 
“It's really simple okay….” maki says comforting you with her grip on your shoulder. “You just need to go and pull up a bold act on professor gojo.” 
Your nodding halts as her word registers in your mind. You look up questionably at her with one eye twitching, face cringing.
“You want me to do what?” 
“Chill, I'm not asking you to get naked or edge play with him. Just a little flirting will do…” nobara nods aggressively at maki’s words, eyes sparkling to convince you. 
The lunch boxes stayed in your hand, before giving it away to the stressed duo who found it strange for maki, nobara and Yuji swarming around you, looking this excited considering your freaked out expression. You eventually agreed to them, unable to resist their sparkling eyes and it wouldn't be a lie to say you yourself were itching to try it out. 
You sort of had a head start when things came to professor gojo. Atleast that's what your friends thought, though you tried to convince yourself the opposite. You were just an average student. Not too good not too bad. 
It was a coincidence that he out of all the students ‘randomly’ chose you to sort out paperworks. 
You even wondered if he knew your name. Not once has he addressed you with your name from the previous two paperwork sessions. Not being able to ask, you decide for yourself that he doesn't. After all, why would he even try to remember you? Bet he doesn't even glance twice at your face. 
“Go!” Maki whispers at your ear, pushing you at your back, urging you. 
Professor Gojo was standing outside his office. A rare scene indeed, he seemed immersed in his phone screen typing something. 
You gulp once before looking back at your friends— whom you definitely cursed in your mind. Nobara pulled yuji’s collar down to her level, whispering something, which made him suppress his bubbling laugh. 
Your face twists bitterly, feeling a burn of anger, which soon dies as they push you off causing you to stumble mid corridor. 
Awkwardly you try regaining your balance as a string of curses slip past your mouth. You should have never agreed to this in the first place. Why did it matter anyway? You'd be graduating in a few months and will barely see the pink haired guy again. 
Gojo’s gaze shifts in your direction as you try to maintain a straight posture. Your best friend and the juniors hid themselves behind the small alcove, eavesdropping eagerly. 
“Yes?” Professor gojo stuffs his phone back in his pockets, one hand coming up to slide his rimmed sunglasses up his nose bridge. 
You suck in a sharp breath, suddenly aware of each hair in your body and every single sensation coursing through your body causing them to stand in attention. “Eh—”
Gojo eyes you up and down, a discreet smile tugging off his lips, as he comes forward closing the distance between you two. His towering body blocked the sun rays pooling over your body from the huge glass window. “Have a doubt about the previous lecture?” 
Maki and others sigh face palming themselves. Your frozen stance grows their doubt even stronger, questioning how you even manage to stay after class for the paper sorting sessions. 
“Yea— i mean I want to ask you something— ” you fiddled with your fingers, looking the other direction as gojo leans down to your level. A familiar embarrassing burn creeps up your cheeks, soon spreading up to your ears. 
“Um—” 
Gojo hums encouraging you to speak up, his sunglasses slipping down a bit as one sapphire eye peeks at you. 
You could feel maki and the other's gaze piercing through your back, suddenly wondering how come your professor hasn't noticed them gawking yet. 
Gojo looks at you expectantly. 
Okay, you've got this— you only need to pull a little bold stuff like flirting as nobara suggested. You can go with some pick up line, even related to physics for highlighting the pun intended, for example you can say ‘i know the spring constant of my mattress, wanna take some data?’
Okay, that was shit. What if you ask him to expand your polynomial? That's even more weird. 
“You oka—” 
“Cubitum eamus?” 
“ -what?” Gojo straightens up, scrunching his nose, resting one hand at his hip. 
Red spreads down to your collarbone, seemingly flushed yet relieved when gojo doesn't gets the hint. “Nothing.” You say before sprinting away downstairs, your friends following you down from the alcove. 
“Y/n wait-” maki huffs catching up to you, the juniors following behind huffed out. “What the heck did you say?” 
Her further inquiry made you even more flushed, eyes shutting as you take in another deep breath grabbing maki before shaking her by her shoulders. “I. Said. Nothing. You get it. NOTHING!!” 
Maki showed you a thumbs up, as Yuji halts your action, saving her spinning head from your ass. 
You calm yourself before making up and excuse and running away, still flustered, while the entire gang had no idea what the heck was wrong with you, coming to the conclusion that you were probably high. 
“Bruh what did she even say? A curse or something?” Nobara cracks up as Yuji was still trying to rescue maki from her brain shaken plight.
“I swear,” Yuji agrees holding a eye- spiralling maki from her arm, “i could have done better than her.”
“Better?” Nobara lends a hand to Yuji.
“Yeah…much better.” 
“Itadoriiii,” her eyes narrowed, a wicked grin blooming on her face, “I bet you're a man of your words.” 
And this is how Itadori Yuji, was dared-convinced that a he could ofcourse pull a better prank than his senior, such as spiking professor gojo’s coffee with aphrodisiacs. ‘i mean it wouldn't hurt to see him ache a bit.’— was what nobara had said yesterday. ‘We've got so many rumours about professor gojo atleast someone have to confirm them.’ she shrugged sliding the ziplock of crushed pills in his shirts pocket, before slamming on his back. 
Yuji checked once again at the front door of the office, his hands stirring the spoon on the hot coffee to let the powder dissolve. He somehow managed to sneak into gojo's office from the back door when professor geto called him out for a bit. The classes are over, and now would be the perfect time to get a look over the amusing scenario about to unfold. 
Yuji gets alert when he hears footsteps coming near, abandoning the cup before scurrying to the back door in order to slip out before anyone notices him. He intends to hide in the men's washroom before coming back near the back of the gojo’s office peeking from the small gap in the door he'd left open. 
As you enter professor gojo’s office with the bundle of written assignments the juniors had submitted, you see Yuji rushing out from the back door. 
Confused, you tilt your head. “What the heck was he doing here?” You mumble to yourself. The embarrassing moment of the last encounter you had with professor gojo flashed through your mind, face cringing red as you shook your head to forget those thoughts. 
Fortunately professor gojo didn't mention about the last encounter, he just asked you to collect the assignments from the juniors and bring it to his office. As usual he'd need your help evaluating the credits. 
You did feel a bit awkward after what you'd done but you tried to feign indifference, which didn't actually work, your palms were sweating wet. However you nodded as usual and went on with your work. 
You place the bundle of papers on his table, when your eyes travel to the cup of coffee, slow tendrils of warm stream rising upwards. However it was slightly displaced from its previous position, and— even the spoon in the coffee sat opposite from what you've seen before. There were slight sprinkles of white dust surrounding the saucer.
Your mouth forms a small astonished ‘o’, head turning back to look at the back door, with the small open gap. You weren't sure whoever you saw was Yuji or not, but you did spot a hint of pink. 
Your brows knitted together.
Did he spike the coffee? You thought.
But why would he do that? Yuji wouldn't go and do something like this. As you try to connect the dots with the situation, the creak of the door draws your attention back from it. 
Gojo entered back, his gaze briefly met yours, acknowledging you before turning back swiftly and sliding the door shut. 
He slipped back into his directorial chair, hand gesturing to the chair across his table. “Have a seat.”  
“—yes.” 
He ran a hand up his hair, getting hold of the first assignment among the bunch of papers, “take my laptop and register the credits.” He flipped through the pages, scrutinizing some parts longer than the others as you obeyed him. 
The excel sheet was already on screen as you opened his laptop, ready to type in the credits as he dictates. 
“Y/n,” you raise your head, eyes wide at him. This is the first time he said your name, even more shocked that he did remember it. 
“Yes.” 
“Have the coffee.” 
“—i'm sorry.” 
Minutes of silence pass, before gojo flips through the last page of the first assignment, separating it from the others. “I said. Have. The. Coffee.” 
You gulped at his persistent nature, did he spotted the white dust laying around? 
“I— I'm not very fond of it.” 
“Of coffee? Or of me?” you almost choked on your spit as he raised a cocky eyebrow, halting his hand midway from another assignment before picking up the metal spoon and stirring the lukewarm coffee once again. 
“Coffee. I m-mean.” 
“You seem nervous,” he placed both of his elbows on the table between you two, “I'm sure it will help you calm your nerves.” 
“T-thank you but I rea—” 
“You know you shouldn't reject your professor’s kindness.” your mouth felt dry, never have you ever seen professor gojo being this intimidating and hot, and if your brain already wasn't a freak, it was sort of turning you on. “Why are you adamant about it? Try it once.” he slid the saucer to you, as he let his face fall on the palm of his one hand, eyes watching your every movement with an orphic gleam. 
Unwillingly, you raised your hand, getting hold of the cup before bringing it to your lips. 
You gulped thickly not wanting to drink. You weren't sure if it was Yuji who spiked the drink or not, but it was sure spiked. You couldn't even bring yourself to tell gojo about it since you didn't want to blame Yuji for nothing but—
“drink.” 
You sip it. And— it tasted normal. Maybe you were just overthinking. 
Half an hour passed and you kept typing the credit scores on his laptop, as he continued checking the assignments. 
Everything was fine except you felt hot- like extremely hot. Your shirt stuck too tight to your skin and you wanted to take it off, your chest was heaving, sweat beads were forming on your temple even though the ac was on. 
“you okay?” gojo asks when you don't answer him. “Yes, I'm sorry, what was the score again?” 
“You seem to sweat awfully? Is something wrong?” Gojo rose from his seat, pushing the chair back slightly as he did so. He moved away from the table and approached you till he was in front of you. 
He extended one arm to you as his fingers touched your burning temple. You suck in a breath, his cold fingertips in contrast to your burning temple sent shivers down your spine. Heat pooled down your lower stomach as you felt the urge to clench around nothing. 
Was the coffee spiked with—
Gojo narrowed his gaze when you didn't answer him, retreating back to the almost finished cup of coffee, pouring out the rest of the remains into the saucer as the white powdery residue became visible. 
He swiped two fingers on it before rubbing and speculating it, sniffing it from his fingers. “tch, so you drugged it with aphrodisiacs.” 
“Huh?” you gawk at his accusation. 
“First you ask me to sleep with you, second you drug my coffee, do you really want me that bad?” 
You wanted to deny his accusations, you wanted to tell him that you didn't drugged his coffee but the way his words were laced with a hint of mockery, especially the fact the he knew what you said to him the last day, increased the dull ache of your core even more, thighs squeezing with each other to get some relief. 
You take a deep breath, calming your mind and open your mouth to deny him when he inserts his fingers in your mouth, the one with the white residue. 
“Suck.” your eyes widen once again, you shouldn't be doing this, you didn't drug his drink, so you should be telling him the truth. But what if you played along, what if you sucked his fingers as he said. 
What if—
Your tongue lapped the residue off his two fingers, sucking it clean, as he pulled his fingers out. He leaned down, hands on your arm rests caging you. 
“Such a good girl.” His breath tickled your burning skin, “I was going to wait till you graduate but since you're so impatient…strip.” 
It was an order. Unable to resist, you give in, if there was this mere possibility of him fucking you why not let it happen. You've had a crush on him since the very beginning and after all, this was the golden opportunity for you to confirm all the rumors about professor gojo you'd read in the forums. 
You let out a shaky breath, setting his laptop aside before hands come up to undo your shirt. Gojo straightens up, watching you shamelessly strip out of your shirt without blinking, gaze predatory even as if he wanted to devour you whole. 
You rise from your seat, letting your shirt fall on the chair you occupied before unzipping your skirt, its fabric pooling around your legs. 
You were now almost naked, only in your lace bras and your drenched panties. 
“Was the aphrodisiacs strong? You are pooling wet down there, it's almost dripping down your thighs.” And as if you weren't flushed enough, his mocking yet firm tone sent sparks dancing around your body. 
He didn't waste any more time before yanking you against his table and ripping off your panties. 
You hissed out a breath, which gojo swallowed with a bruising kiss. His one hand snaked his way to the hook of your bra while the other drifted down to your pulsating core. 
Oh god. He murmurs against your lips.
He barely even touched you and you're so achingly wet. Not that he expected any less with the uncertain amount of aphrodisiacs you swallowed. 
With one click, your bra loosened, before falling to the floor joining your torn laces. 
There you were completely naked, whimpering, withering mess under him as he kissed and suckled your lips. 
The infamous professor gojo satoru was kissing you, his hand down your pulsating core sent jolts circling the rough pad of his thumb on your red clit brutally.  
Gojo pulls away from the kiss, letting you feed chunks of oxygen to your lungs. A slim string of drool attaching both of your lips. “Open my shirt.” He says guiding your hand to his shirt, before latching onto your neck, marking you. 
You fumble with his shirt buttons hastily opening them before discarding his shirt on the floor. The way he was kissing his way down from your neck to your chest didn't allow you to take a look at his bare body, but you could feel it, muscles —defined, carved and chiseled. His hand reaches out, capturing yours, and he guides it across his chest, till it reaches the edge of his trousers. 
“Woa—” you gasp at his pent up fabric when gojo eased himself, grinding on your hands. 
A rumor confirmed: gojo had a big dick.
“Go on, do what you want with it.” He raised his head from your chest, now covered with red marks. He signals down with the corner of his lips curving sassily as he slips two of his fingers inside you. 
You suck in a breath. 
He draws back his free hand, cupping one of your breasts, caressing the neglected peaks of your arousal, while the other slowly fingers in and out of you, curling in so sweetly that it has your mind going dizzy. His fingers have you so full, that you feel you might just orgasm right now. The feeling of his rough fingers inside you was so different from yours, the way it pressed on different spots causing you to jolt of sensitivity, the way his thumb stimulated your clit, soothing the hot desire bubbling on your bunch of nerves, was otherworldly. You tried holding back your orgasm for this heaven to last longer, for him to lick on your nipples a little longer, for him to plunge his fingers in and out a little longer.
You heave out whimpers, trying to focus on something else other than your building hot white pleasure, unbuckling his belt as you unzip his trousers, letting it fall. 
His cock sprang out in full bloom as you pulled down his boxers, taking it in your grip causing him to hiss.
It was thick and angry, already leaking precum. Your breath came out in harsh raps as you started jerking him, trying to match his rhythm. “Mmhh fuck” he lets out a growl before withdrawing you of your pleasure, leaving you empty and dripping sticky. 
You suddenly regret holding back your orgasm. Will he stop? Will he say it's not right to do what you are doing now? Leave you unsatisfied, denied from your release, embarrassed and insulted. 
He pushed you down to your knees, as your grip on his cock loses which is soon replaced by his hand. Jerking rough and slow. 
“Open your mouth.” 
You couldn't react when his hand closed around your neck, squeezing it tighter and harder until darkness surrounds the edges of your vision and you gasp your mouth open barely managing to drag in a chunk of air when he shoved his cock in. 
“Yeah, now suck” he releases his hand from your neck only to tangle his fingers in your hair, forcing you down to gag on his thick cock. 
“Mphfh.” drool leaked from the corners of your lips and dripped down your chin.
Gojo tugged your head back until only the tip of his cock remained in your mouth as he looked down at your tear filled eyes. “isn’t this what you wanted?” He plunged back down your head again with a sharp thrust. His tip was touching the back of your throat that you could feel it twitching slowly in your mouth and if this wasn't too much, the urge to relieve your throbbing clit intensified. You slide a hand down to your core, rubbing circles as he pulls back your head again. “Tch. Tch. Y/n. You're so needy for me. Cubitum eamus?” he says gently wiping off a tear from your cheek.
Fuck. 
Before you could answer he starts fucking himself mercilessly into your mouth, his low grunts mixed with the obscene sound of your gagging caused another sensation of heat coiling down your stomach. This time he didn't even touch you yet you were this close to your orgasm. You were sure to release this time with his cock throbbing inside your mouth, fucking furiously, and tears clouding your gaze when he pulls out. 
“Mmhh—” your protests die down as quick as they arise when he pulls you up and lifts you to his table, jerking aside the bundle of papers you brought. 
He adjusted your hips, before spreading your legs wide open with his knees, yanking you closer, letting your back fall on his table, “so eager ain't ya’,” his voice was raspy with lust, as you pushed yourself up with your elbows to look at him when he thrusts himself in, nails digging on the plush of your hips. He slides in without much resistance as he grows a smile, “so horny that ya’ drugged ma’ coffee. Don't worry your professor’s gonna get you riling nuts.” He slides out before slamming in with one sharp thrust. Driving deep and hard with every single thrust. The table was shaking at the intensity of him pounding into you. 
You cried out, mind getting blank, unable to process any coherent thoughts other than the sensation of his skin sliding with yours. His veins became more prominent with each thrust, flush getting deeper and deeper as his cock buried into you inch by inch till it touched the hilt of your ecstasy, which came down so sudden and so erratic, spilling down his cock onto his table till it dripped down the floor. 
The table banged with each thrust yet you were too numb to even care for things to fall and shatter down on the floor as if the second wave of your ecstasy wasn't arriving, building up hot and raging along with the thrusts of your professor. 
You clamped hard around his cock taking it all in, being so good for him that he hissed out his moans, more ravenous than he'd ever been. Your pussy clenched and stretched so good that he felt his blood running erratic, thrust getting more sloppy as your second high crashed down, cunt rippling with juices over his cock drilling into you, incoherent chants of his name spilling out your mouth. His head fell back, mouth opening in a breathy moan, as his eyes roll back, he knew he was close and might cum inside you if he didn't suppress his clawing desire. 
With his muscles tensing each fucking second, he painfully let go of the warm sleeve of your cunt, the air feathering cool at his red cherry tip, before spurting out strings of cum on your stomach. 
You barely could get hold of your consciousness, fucked feral by gojo satoru, laying naked on his desk with your stream of orgasm dripping down and marks of his arousal sticky on your stomach. Your hair was messy, skin marked from his iron grip and you looked dumb, wincing from the sudden emptiness— yet you were the most beautiful sight to him.
Yuji stood behind the door peeking from the gap he left open, you— his senior lays fucked on the table, his grip over his aching cock had the white of his cum slicking down from his knuckles. Oh what a scene it was, to let you have the blame for his misconduct and see you getting bullied by their professor, and to jerk off watching the entire scene unfold. 
He felt bad for what he did, and yet he kept looking at the way you gagged around gojo’s cock, the way gojo sucked your nipples, and the way you squirted for him. He knows he shouldn't feel like this yet he was turned on, even though he came twice he was still turned on. 
You don't remember much of what happened later. You only heard the rustling of papers, fixing of chairs and the only blurry sight you can regain was papers collected next to you, the mess of both of your arousals clean and the slight press of his lips on your temple. 
Professor Gojo was fully dressed and calm. And you were in his car, wearing back your clothes except for your panties which were torn. You don't remember how you even got there. 
“Where are we going?” You manage to ask, your voice hoarse from all the shouting. 
“Home.”
Who knows you might be able to confirm the truth of the other rumors from the forums, however you were too spent to think any of that, slumping back into your slumber.
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vintagegeekculture ¡ 4 months ago
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"Greetings, Starfighter. You have been selected by the Star League to defend the Frontier against Xur and the Ko-Dan Armada."
Happy 40th Anniversary to the Last Starfighter (1984) directed by John Carpenter protĂŠgĂŠ Nick Castle.
Beginning as a scifi update of Arthurian Legend, with an arcade machine instead of a sword from a stone, the Last Starfighter is about a kid in a trailer park who discovers that a video game he achieved a high score on was actually an Excalibur-esque test to determine if who could make it as a real life star pilot, and is recruited to defend an interstellar civilization.
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It's amazing how much of this movie stands out in the memory. Grig, the starfighters' "gung ho iguana" sidekick, played by warm character actor Dan O'Herilhy (the main villain of Halloween III: Season of the Witch). Rylos, the planet where men and women alike have male pattern baldness. The silent, sober menace of the Ko-Dan barbarians contrasted against the Caligula-esque madness of Xur. The fact that it was set in a trailer park, where the palpable hopelessness and desperation (but also joy and community) were in contrast to the bucolic suburbia seen in most 80s movies. "Death Blossom." There are so-called "better" movies that nobody remembers as well as this.
Called a "Star Wars ripoff," there are actual Star Wars movies that weren't as good as this.
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gfguren ¡ 1 year ago
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pro hero!bakugou x sidekick!reader | fluff, mutual pining, blatant flirting, bakugou calls reader darlin', bakugou is soft(ish) | cw: injury, mentions of alcohol, name calling (idiot), kisses kisses kisses
-bakugou tends to your injury, pining for you nearly as much as you do for him-
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Your arm burns in waves, like kindling fire, the plain between your elbow and wrist a bramble of red and purple. It stings like a million tiny thorns pricking your skin.
"Why'd'cha get in the way, y'damn idiot!" Bakugou's words are fierce and his brow is drawn, but you see the way his cheeks flush. He's embarrassed, guilt-ridden though it's not his fault. Not really.
You were both too overzealous for your own goods, determined to land the final blow on the villains. But his quirk was bigger, more explosive, harder to stop when your hands inevitably collided. You're just lucky your arm took the brunt of it.
Still, you smile despite the pain and his frown deepens, "What? Hit y'r head too?"
You take a step forward, then two, crossing the threshold of your front door, reveling in the way his blush travels to his ears. "Did you come all the way here just to nag me?" There's a lilt of amusement in your voice, and he huffs, exasperation on his breath. "Or are you finally gonna give me that?"
You point to the bag dangling from his fingertips, pharmacy label half hidden by his baggy combat trousers. He's still in costume, mask pushed up over his wild, blonde hair, light sheen of sweat dotting his forehead and shoulders.
He's a proper distraction from the pain at least.
His gaze falls to his own hand, as if he'd entirely forgotten. There's a palpable moment of hesitation, and then he grunts, knuckles clenching; he thrusts it against your chest.
"Did'cha sterilize it, at least?"
You're half listening, shuffling through the contents of the bag. "Mhm, rinsed it with water when I got home."
"Y'r hopeless, darlin'."
You shrug, "If a little burn could take me out, I wouldn't be much of a hero, now would I?"
He snorts, "If y'were such a good hero, you'd have dodged in the first place."
"You think?" You humor his attitude, heart swelling in your chest when you spot your favorite candy hidden beneath the ointments and bandages. You have half a mind to tease him about it. "Are you gonna help me put this on?"
His arms fold across his chest, half a scowl twisting his face. He leans back, tapping a heavy boot against the floorboards. "And why would I do that?"
He must think he's subtle but you read him like a book, finger the pages, read between the lines. There's worry in his brow, guilt, turmoil, anger directed at his own self.
You figured it would help alleviate his conscience, at least.
"That's fine. I'll get around to it eventually." You turn on your heel, adding a cheeky "probably" to accentuate the wave of your hand, nudge him into action. It works.
Warm fingers encircle your wrist and you bite your tongue, suppress the laugh inching it's way up your throat. Predictable, cute. It takes everything in you not to grin.
Two big hands push you down by the shoulders, cushions folding beneath your thighs. Bakugou holds a palm out expectantly and you place your own atop his, reveling in the way his nose scrunches in frustration.
You don't miss the way he lets it linger—just for a moment—before finally swatting it away with a half-hearted flick of the wrist. "The ointment, idiot."
You relent, handing him the thin white tube. He spreads a stripe down his fingertips, seat dipping beside you; he extends his opposite hand. "Now your hand."
You grin, fingers gently curling around his own. It's not meant to be romantic, the way he draws you forward, presses your knuckles to his chest. He's just trying to get a better look at the wound, head tilting this way and that. But his hand is so warm, and he's so pretty from this angle, and when his eyes rise to meet yours his breath hitches in his throat; and so does yours.
It's intimate, familiar.
It makes you want to break whatever this unspoken 'something' is that the two of you have fostered—this growing affection you're both too proud to admit that wears on you, leaves you yearning to lean just a little closer and finally concede.
Just like all those nights ago, when he got a little too drunk at the hero convention, quickly annoyed by the crowds and reporters, the loud, boasting heroes. His champagne glass was quickly emptied once more, grunting when he pushed back in his chair. You remember leaning closer, close enough to discretely ask if he was alright. His red hot stare followed, burned through your chest and down to your core, left you shifting restlessly in your seat.
The air was thick when he finally careened upward, swaying perilously as he took you by the wrist, led you up and out of the dining hall until it was just the two of you, alone in an empty corridor. You could still hear the echo of stranger's voices, but it didn't bother him, not when he crowded you against the wall, not when his big hand fell to the space beside your head, or when his face dipped to linger just close enough to have your heart beating wildly in your chest.
"What about the party?"
"'S boring." He'd replied, fingers 'round your wrist, lingering on your pulse; he feels it stutter beneath his touch. "Y'scared?"
You would be, should be, if it was anyone else. Big, leering, all rippling muscle and explosive temper—but it was Bakugou, your mentor, your best friend, heart of a hero and handsome as hell. You've loved him as long as you've known him.
"No."
He'd grinned, leaned forward til' his lips found yours, deeper, sweeter than you'd ever imagined, and gods you had, too many times.
"Good."
You're so lost in thought that you miss the way skin meets skin, thin buffer of ointment between you, and it burns—his fingers against your aching forearm. Your cheeky smile twists into a grimace and you can almost taste his guilt.
"Quit bein' a baby." Bakugou's bark holds no bite, touch softening until his rough fingers border featherlight. "Y'r a hero, r'member."
You watch as he carefully applies the medicine, touch gentling each time you flinch until he's barely touching you at all.
"You've said that a lot today. 'Hero'." You muse. "It's usually sidekick this, sidekick that."
He shoots you a look before wiping the ointment from his fingers. "Y'r my sidekick."
"Yeah?" You tilt your head, leaning forward to rest your chin on your unattended hand. "And what's the difference?"
He could answer you honestly, if he wanted. You're capable, brave, strong in your own right—beautiful to boot. You're the best of the best; Bakugou would never settle for less after all. Not that he was going to admit that.
Instead his lips twist in amusement, curling, lopsided, askew; you realize you won't be getting a straight answer.
"Y'should know by now when t'stay out of my way, is the difference." He pulls a bandage as big as his fist from the bag, pressing one corner to the flat of your palm, working it up and around until it reaches your wrist, and further still. "Was perfectly capable of handlin' it on my own."
"Seemed like you had your hands full with the big guy," you quip back, rubbing your thumb absently over the scratchy bandage. "Was I supposed to watch while the other one pummeled you from behind?"
He quirks a brow, you're not sure if he's annoyed or amused. "Woulda been fine. How d'ya think I made it to the top twenty, 've practically got eyes on the back of my head."
"You sure? Think I recall a time or two you've been whacked upside the head."
His eyes stray for only a moment, simmering up at you beneath dark lashes. "Think we might need t'get y'r eyes checked, darlin', seems y'r seein' things."
"Guess I need a hearing test too, since I remember you being a total crybaby about it."
He centers the tips of his thumb and pointer just above your brow, fingertips bouncing off your forehead, a tepid flick! and he's resuming his handiwork.
"Hey!" you pout, rubbing the offended area with your unfettered hand. "I'm injured, you're supposed to be nice to me!"
"And who's fault is that." He grins, light and easy and gone in an instant, with a flash of realization, guilt that reaches his eyes and worries his brow. It's his, still.
You sigh, "Look at me." And he does, begrudgingly as it may be. "It's not your fault. I should have trusted you more. And you should have trusted me. We're both idiots so quit blaming yourself." You lightly flick his forehead in return; he doesn't flinch, eyes never leaving your own. "Finish the wrapping and we'll call it even, yeah?"
He grumbles something lost on you, stretching the last bit of fabric beneath your elbow and tucking it into itself. He turns your arm over in his palm, lightly, carefully inspecting it before leaning back against the cushions. You can feel his guilt dissipate, the stress in his shoulders slowly deflating.
"Y'hurt anywhere else?" His voice is low, quiet. He desperately hopes not.
You think for a moment, read his face, his body language, and then you're rubbing the space above your brow, faking a pout if only to lighten the mood. "Yeah, some brute bruised my forehead earlier, think it needs medical attention."
He crosses his arms, muscles flexing, brow tightening in discontent. "I'm being serious."
You struggle to suppress the laugh bubbling up in your chest. "So am I. What a devastating injury, I fear I won't live long." You dramatically throw yourself over his lap, knuckles laid flat over your brow. There's a conflicting look in his eye; you struggle to read it. "If only a big, handsome hero woul-"
You nearly miss the annoyed huff, the subtle roll of his eyes, too enamored in the way he encircles your wrist with one big hand, guides it to rest against his chest before leaning down and pressing his lips to your forehead.
You're sure there's hearts in your eyes when he straightens his shoulders, hand still idle against his heartbeat; his thumb absently strokes the soft underside of your wrist but his gaze doesn't linger. A hint of a blush creeps up his neck, eyes fixated on the opposite corner of the room. "Done bein' a crybaby?"
You try and fail, miserably so, to hide the delight dancing in your chest and curling your toes. There's a grin splitting your cheeks when you sit up, face an inch from his own. "Mhm."
You can feel his breath, his hesitation, the slippery, fluttering feelings he's struggling to catch, and name, and put into words. He decides it's easier to turn his back to them, to you—again.
It's always the same song and dance, one step forward, two steps back.
He's up in a moment, fidgeting with his tank, his gloves, his mask, anything he can get his hands on. You sigh, pushing off the couch, taking one step, two, arms wrapping snug around his middle. "What're y'doin'?"
"Checking something."
"And what's that, hah?"
"Whether or not you have eyes on the back of your head." He ignores your teasing, so you press a little further, tease a little more. "Either you don't," you squeeze him tighter, closer, smush your cheek against his back. "Or you totally just let me hug you."
He croons his head to stare you down, if looks could kill, you'd be very very toasty right about now. Still you laugh, hide your smile in the shadow of his broad shoulders, tip toe around him when twists around to face you.
Finally he catches you, two big hands clamped down on either shoulder. You wait for him to scold you, tongue between your teeth, bated breath in your lungs. But he only grunts, fingers curling around the base of your neck until he can slant his lips over your own.
You sigh, it's the second time Katsuki Bakugou's lips have been on yours. But they no longer taste of saltines, white wine, impulse or hesitation; it's not some drunken mistake or whimsy he'll pretend to have forgotten by morning. This time he's kissing you because he wants to. Because the feelings he harbors are just the same as yours.
And when he pulls away his red eyes have mellowed, a dull amber, an expectant cinnabar. There's a palpable silence, one beat, two, three—possibly. His impatience gets the better of him. "Well?"
You stifle a laugh, keen up at him, hands absently against his chest. "Well what?"
"What d'ya mean 'well what'?!"
What ever self control you had wavers, the incredulous look in his eyes sending you over the edge until your devolving into a fit of laughter.
"What's so funny, hah?"
"'m sorry." The laughter rattles you, chest like a suitcase too small to pack away the joy that fills you, spills over the brim in fits of laughter. It's infectious; Bakugou grins.
Your hands cup his cheeks. "You're too cute not to tease."
He sucks on his teeth. "Cute huh?" His hand cups your wrist, thumbs the bandage, careful, cute. "I nearly cooked ya and 'm 'cute?'"
You lean forward, bump your nose against his. "Mhm."
"There's somethin' wrong with you."
"Yeah, it's called the guy I like is completely oblivious and won't tell me he likes me."
"I kissed ya, twice. If y'didn't take the hint, that's on you."
You're smiling when you press your lips to his—quick, tepid, chaste, and over and over and over again.
He breaks away, eyes full of suspicion. "What was that for?"
"What? Didn't you take the hint?" You slant your mouth over his, linger a little longer this time. "I like you." You kiss him again, again, again.
He snorts, palm falling to the small of your back, big hand heavy on your skin. "Point taken."
He dips his head low, kisses you, soft and slow, fingers flexing against your shirt, dragging you closer when you move to pull back. "I like ya." His breath is hot against your mouth. "Always have."
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redhoodinternaldialectical ¡ 1 year ago
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Every time I learn something new about Batman: War Games I lose my mind a little bit more cause just, just fuckin, look okay so here's the thing:
Stephanie Brown tries to implement a contingency plan of Bruce's just after he fires her from being Robin and because of that gets tortured to (almost) death and no one knows she survived.
THIS STORY RUNS IN THE NEWS:
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So, you know, anyone who might be paying even half a fucking ounce of attention to news about ROBINS would definitely absolutely notice this!!!
And then very very soon afterwards Jason comes back and specifically targets Black Mask to ruin the criminal empire he tortured Stephanie to get
As a way to torment Bruce about the fact that he doesn't take care of the nastiest criminals and they continue killing people
And how Jason should have been the last to die
and SOMEHOW
these two things are in no way related and Jason has nothing to do with or say about Stephanie Brown, fellow Robin, fellow martyred soldier, fellow child dead due to Bruce related villains.
HOLY DEAD SIDEKICKS BATMAN, DO YOU COMPREHEND THE MAGNITUDE OF MISSED OPPORTUNITIES HERE????
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please walk with me down a timeline in which:
Lost Days Jason at first just tries to go after the Joker and can't because who he's really mad at is Bruce.
Then he sees Who Really Killed Stephanie Brown and the utter horror of another Robin dying on Bruce's watch (not just dying, but tortured to death!) is what convinces him to try to straight up kill Bruce via car bomb
Roman Sionis is no longer merely a tool against Batman, but another figure to demand vengeance be brought upon, another attempt to give Bruce a chance to right his wrongs and do what needs to be done
The confrontation with him and the Joker being all the more tragic due to how obvious Bruce's answer would have to be once Jason knows Bruce isn't going to avenge Stephanie either
Does Jason, once he escapes the rubble after UtRH is over, kill Black Mask anyways? Does he decide to avenge her himself? Or does he think that she too would demand that of Bruce, and find his death by a different hand unsatisfactory?
If he doesn't kill Black Mask, then when Steph is back, I feel confident he approaches her, tries to reach out to the other dead Robin, almost certainly makes the offer now that he can ask her. Does she take him up on it, gaining an ally and slipping into a far darker role? Does she instead refuse, either appealing to forgiveness or far more interestingly refusing both vengeance and forgiveness? How would Jason handle a refusal, which I gut instinct feel is more likely?
If he does kill Black Mask, then when Steph is back Jason drops his corpse at her feet like a loving housecat with a dead lizard and she has to grapple with her feelings about having someone really and truly avenge her!!! Like how DO you react to someone who you have been warned is wildly dangerous and mentally unstable coming up to you and saying, "I'm glad you're back, like me. I'm sorry you're back, like me. I made sure you could rest knowing he was dead, because I know what it feels like."
Like no matter how each character reacted to this happening there would be so much high stakes emotional shit to explore with both of them!! Revenge I feel like is such a pivotal thing for both characters, they mirror each other in so so many ways, they could be really interesting together if DC would just fucking let them!!!
Jason had a criminal father who he missed and wanted to avenge. Stephanie had a criminal father who she wanted vengeance on.
Jason started off as a fairly gentle soul who progressively became more violent and more hopeless as he was exposed to genuine horrors during his time as Robin. Stephanie starts off violent, angry and rash and finds her own courage and hope through her time as a crime fighter despite of the horrors she's been through.
Jason went to Africa and died there after Bruce failed to save him. Stephanie was taken to Africa via a fake death in order to save her from Bruce and the vigilante lifestyle.
I just...
There's just...
There's SO MUCH HERE I am genuinely fucking confused as to how this is not all deliberate?? And it's all just left on the cutting room floor because for no reason apparent to me they all just decided Stephanie and Jason were not gonna interact!
AAGHHHH!
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ethereange ¡ 6 months ago
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you saw him first. it had always been that way, your perceptiveness betraying you. a quick run to the store for some painkillers after you popped the last couple for a migraine, left you frozen in place at the sight of the ash blonde. your awareness heightened at the fact you were in a giant, beat-up hoodie with mismatched socks, your hair frizzy and gave the impression that you were hungover. and suddenly toughing through a headache at home didn't seem so bad right now.
katsuki was scanning over the jars of protein powder. his hand reached for the one with clean white packaging and a simple black font. the one he always liked. but it faltered, retreating, skipping over to one with a blue label.
since when did he like blue?
your head was throbbing and waves of tears threatened to form at your eyes, but you knew it wasn't from the pain.
he turned around, and all you could do was face the hopelessness of his gaze locking with yours. with him seeing firsthand the look on your face that would crack open until your heart shattered all over the tiled floor.
but it never happened. he never even looked your way.
"kacchan, did you find anything?"
kacchan? but it wasn't izuku's voice..
"i told ya to stop callin' me that," katsuki grumbled.
"i know, but it's so cute! i can't help it after deku used it for you!"
you clutched your bottle of advil. her clothes sat just right. her hair was what you spent two hours in front of the mirror with an iron for. she had eyes so blue it made the ocean pale.
was that why? was she why you liked blue now?
"oh!" she gasped, "is that the powder i talked about?"
"yeah, but," he sighed, "it's shit and i'm not gettin' it."
"what! how is it bad?" she exclaimed.
"the macros are terrible. i'm gettin' my usual."
you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.
"you're no fun," she scoffed, "we need to get some gluten-free snacks, can you come?"
there was a pause, before he said, "nah, i don't eat that crap, i needa check somethin' first." the girl blinked at the bluntness, but shook it off and walked down the aisle.
"need somethin'?"
your heart skipped a beat.
piercing eyes of ruby met yours, the same as they always were. something that took years to read, always changing, always something behind the enchanting hue.
"no-" you whispered, mouth dry. "no," you repeated, clearly this time, "i was just on my way to checkout."
"checkout's the other way if ya didn't know."
your face burned red, but you steeled your gaze as best as you could and nodded, turning away.
"she's an intern, by the way." you stopped.
"what?"
"she's an intern, third-year. but she's not tryna be a sidekick, she's aiming for personal assistant. but i'm not picking her up- too chatty."
you swallowed, "okay, and?"
"just thought you wanted to know," he spoke, softly, as he reshelved the jar. "do you.. have another brand i can try?"
you stared at him, and you sighed. as you stopped at his side, you gazed over the rows of containers. "why didn't you like this one?" you gestured to the one he just placed on the rack.
"the macros were fine... i just don't like blue."
you let a laugh slip out, and a warmth budded in your chest, an all familiar feeling.
the pain of your migraine dulled as the pains of the past were slowly, carefully, starting to be stitched up. because you and katsuki were hunched over the protein powder, just like you were all those years ago. and for some reason it brought a sense of peace that you never thought the sight of him would bring again.
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ilsanslut ¡ 5 months ago
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QUESTION FOR YOU LOVELIES!
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in the future, would you guys like to see more dark content oriented bots/fics?
if you DO NOT like dark content, please continue scrolling. this has nothing to do with you, cuties. respectfully. <3
however, to those who DO enjoy/dabble in dark content, please continue below the cut.
while i don't typically post "dark content", my blog is dc friendly and i actively interact with it (whenever i remember that tumblr exists oop-). i've even dabbled at making a few private dc bots that i have yet to post until i receive some feedback from the public. dark content fics, however, have yet to be in the works, but in the future, i would like to try my hand at writing some.
when i say "dark content", i mean it in every sense of the phrase, as long as it doesn't push my own personal triggers/boundaries/limits. i'm talking topics like cnc/non-dubcon, kidnapping, blackmail, power play, instaloss, bully plots, specific kinds of kinks, corruption, stepcest, yandere, 18+ age gaps, etc, etc.
(bully)senpai!gojo + (bully)senpai!geto x kouhai!user vessel swap!sukuna x yuji's partner!user vessel swap!sukuna x megumi's partner!user sukuna x weak sorcerer!user sukuna x concubine/scarifice!user toji x megumi's partner!user toji x adopted zenin!user
incel!shigaraki x innocent streamer!user incel!shigaraki x onlyfans cosplay model!user DONE dabi x shoto's partner!user DONE dabi x endeavor fan!user big brother!dabi x endeavor's favorite/step-sibling!user endeavor x shoto's partner!user endeavor x housekeeper!user scumbag!hawks x innocent!user bully pro-hero!katsuki x forced sidekick victim!reader DONE dabi + tomura x captured hero!user
12 kizuki x kidnapped hashira/demon slayer!user tengen x forced fourth partner!user scummy!rengoku x innocent kinoto slayer!user yandere hashiras x tsuguko!user hantengu clones x kidnapped tsugoku!user
ayato x hopeless maid!user neuvillette x hopeless secretary!user kaeya x trainee-knight!user yandere shenhe x innocent!user cloud retainer x innocent adeptus!user tyrant archon!ei x innocent/kidnapped concubine!user scummy!wriothesley x innocent/wrongly accused prisoner!user archon era!zhongli/morax x sacrifice!user xiao x newley-appointed hopeless adeptus!reader
post-rumbling king!eren x best-friend-turned-concubine!user eren x captured marleyan!user
above are just a few examples of specific pairings and plotlines that i have in mind. granted, there are more detailed plots/prompts behind them, but i thought it was better just to give a summary of what i had in mind for now. :3
is this something you guys would be interested in interacting with, or would you rather keep the bots on a tamer note?
if posted, these bots will STRICTLY be limited to j.ai and unlisted c.ai links.
plots that are not made into bots will most likely be turned into fics/drabbles in the future.
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the-knight-of-the-stars ¡ 1 year ago
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Little details I really liked in the Miraculous Awakening Movie and that I feel added to the characters:
—Marinette wistfully looking at the dresses on the stores and imagining how she could dress the people around her, showing what she could CREATE if she was more confident on herself.
—Gabriel going to work and see him actually being a designer.
—Adrien and his headphones. It made the isolation he has put himself in and his depression feel so real.
—Nino and Alya having a simple enough and cute dynamic of Nino having a crush on her but not being able to express it and the promise that they could become something else.
—Natalie showing from the start that she may be distant but really cares about Adrien. And is worried about how all this is affecting him.
—Sabrina letting Marinette go.
—The little dynamic Marinette had with her dad.
— All the ladynoir interactions being more intense and the way their playing slowly becomes more flirty.
—The whole "You are my sidekick" to "I'm her sidekick" pipeline. Adorable.
—Adrien being the most dramatic teenager ever hearing the most cliché music on his mind when the falls for Ladybug and then lisening to that same song and crying when he gets rejected.
—The underlying anger on Adrien's depression. I could feel him at every scene hidding how angry he was to his father.
—Being Hawkmoth physically taking a hold on Gabriel. Show him distancing himself from the rest of his life because of his obssesion, how much paranoid and miserable it makes him to not let go.
—Ladybug and Chat Noir being literally stronger when they are together.
—Chat Noir having a secret hideout inside the old theather where his mom used to preform, and him being surrounded by stray cats 😭
—Adrien saying "You have to let it go" to his father and it signifying he has begun to do that as well.
—Coming back to the begining, Marinette literally unlocking the power of creating things because now she belives on herself.
—The way Ladybug and Chat Noir looked so much happier and relaxed when they are together, showing how thay have found an scape with each other. All tied to why they feel so hopeless when they think they may not have those personas anymore.
—How in the end they both come to terms with not needing the mask to be happy, literally tosing it away.
All signified by their clothes that resemble their superhero suits, but wearing them on civilian form. Because the freedom they found being Ladybug and Chat Noir is fully a part of them now
And them ending so content with the thought of not being superheroes anymore because what matters is that they found each other 😭
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awkward-walking-potato ¡ 2 months ago
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Hello! I'd like to request sfw/nsfw alphabet for Wade Wilson please! Your fics are really good
SFW Alphabet:
A - Affection:
Wade is incredibly affectionate, but in his own strange way. Expect playful teasing, exaggerated gestures, and over-the-top compliments. He’ll never shy away from showing you love, even in public.
B - Best Friend:
You’re his partner-in-crime—literally. Wade loves having a sidekick or someone to bounce his crazy ideas off of. He’s loyal to the core and would do anything to keep you safe, even if it means annoying you half to death.
C - Cuddles:
Wade loves cuddles, but they might turn into playful wrestling matches or tickle fights. He’s all about physical closeness, especially when it makes him feel grounded and loved.
D - Domestic:
Wade in a domestic setting is chaotic but sweet. He’ll cook (though it might not be edible), attempt to clean (probably leaving more of a mess), and randomly serenade you with ridiculous songs while doing chores.
E - Excitement:
Everything with Wade is an adventure. He thrives on excitement and unpredictability, so being with him means you’ll never be bored. Expect surprise dates, random road trips, and unexpected (and often dangerous) escapades.
F - Flirting:
Wade’s flirting is constant, outrageous, and hilarious. He’ll make inappropriate jokes, use cheesy pickup lines, and always try to get you to laugh, all while genuinely admiring you.
G - Gifts:
He’s the kind of guy who gives you odd but meaningful gifts—think a grenade shaped like a heart or a plushie of his favorite X-Men. Wade’s gifts are usually a combination of thoughtful and utterly bizarre.
H - Hugs:
Hugging Wade is like getting tackled by a hyperactive puppy. He’s warm, a little overwhelming, and never lets go until you’re both out of breath from laughing.
I - Intimacy (Emotional):
While Wade puts up a tough, joking front, he’s deeply emotional underneath. He craves genuine connection and trusts you with his vulnerabilities, even if he hides them behind humor most of the time.
J - Jealousy:
Wade is surprisingly possessive when it comes to people he loves. His jealousy manifests in dramatic, humorous ways—he’ll start over-the-top rivalries with anyone he perceives as competition, but it’s all in good fun.
K - Kisses:
Kissing Wade is always an experience. He’s spontaneous, and his kisses can range from soft and sweet to passionate and wild. Sometimes he’ll sneak kisses mid-battle just because he can.
L - Lazy Days:
On lazy days, Wade loves binge-watching trashy TV shows, stuffing his face with snacks, and lying on the couch in a cuddle pile with you. It’s the rare quiet time that he cherishes more than he’d admit.
M - Mornings:
Wade is not a morning person. He’ll grumble, pull you back into bed, and try to convince you to stay in bed with him for "just five more minutes"—which, in Wade time, could mean hours.
N - Nicknames:
He’ll come up with the most ridiculous and creative nicknames for you, often changing them daily. They’re always endearing, if not a little embarrassing in public.
O - Open:
Wade is an open book, often oversharing or giving you way more information than necessary. He has no filter, but it’s part of his charm. He doesn’t hide anything from you—emotionally or otherwise.
P - Protective:
Wade is fiercely protective of you, often to the point of going overboard. He’d take a bullet, sword, or bomb for you without a second thought, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, even if he’s a little reckless about it.
Q - Quirks:
Everything about Wade is quirky. He talks to himself (and sometimes the audience), breaks the fourth wall constantly, and finds humor in the darkest situations. Being with him means embracing the chaos.
R - Romantic:
Wade is a hopeless romantic, though his idea of romance might include explosions or elaborate stunts. He genuinely tries to sweep you off your feet, even if his methods are unconventional.
S - Supportive:
He’s your biggest cheerleader, always encouraging you to follow your dreams and be the best version of yourself. Wade might joke around, but when it comes to your happiness, he’s completely sincere.
T - Trust:
Once you’ve earned Wade’s trust, he’s loyal to a fault. He doesn’t trust easily due to his past, but once he lets you in, he’s all in, trusting you with his life (and heart).
U - Understanding:
Despite his chaotic nature, Wade is surprisingly understanding and empathetic. He’s been through a lot, so he’s patient and supportive when it comes to your own struggles.
V - Vulnerable:
Wade hides his vulnerabilities with humor, but when he’s feeling particularly down, he’ll turn to you for comfort. In those rare moments, he’ll let his guard down completely and let you see the softer side of him.
W - Wild:
Wade is wild in every sense of the word. He’s unpredictable, daring, and always full of energy. Being with him means embracing the wild ride that comes with his lifestyle.
X - X-Factor:
Wade’s X-factor is his resilience. No matter how many times life knocks him down, he gets back up, and he always does it with a smile. His ability to keep going, no matter what, is one of the things that makes him truly remarkable.
Y - Yearning:
Wade is the kind of guy who craves love and connection, even if he acts like he’s fine on his own. Deep down, he’s always yearning for that special someone who truly understands him.
Z - Zany:
Everything Wade does is zany, off-the-wall, and unpredictable. You never know what he’ll say or do next, but that’s part of the fun of being with him.
NSFW Alphabet:
A - Aftercare:
Despite his usual chaotic demeanor, Wade is surprisingly sweet after sex. He’ll make sure you’re comfortable, might crack a joke to lighten the mood, and will offer cuddles or snacks if you’re up for it.
B - Body Part:
Wade loves everything about your body, but he’s particularly drawn to your butt. Expect cheeky (literally) comments and playful grabs whenever he’s nearby.
C - Cum:
Wade is pretty open about everything, including this. He finds it hilarious to make jokes about it during the moment, but he’s also surprisingly considerate about cleanup.
D - Dirty Talk:
Wade is all about dirty talk—expect a constant stream of filthy, outrageous, and sometimes downright hilarious comments during sex. He’s got no filter, and he’ll say whatever comes to his mind.
E - Experience:
Wade has been around and has definitely picked up some tricks along the way. He’s confident and adventurous in bed, always willing to try something new to keep things interesting.
F - Favorite Position:
He doesn’t have a favorite because he loves switching it up constantly. Whether it’s something classic or a more creative position, Wade’s all about variety and fun.
G - Goofy:
Sex with Wade is never boring—it’s always filled with laughter, jokes, and playful teasing. He doesn’t take anything too seriously, which makes everything feel relaxed and fun.
H - Hair:
Wade isn’t particular about body hair—he’s seen it all and doesn’t care much about appearances. He might joke about it, but he’s really into whatever makes you feel comfortable.
I - Intimacy (Physical):
Even though Wade’s usually joking around, he’s surprisingly attentive in bed. He’ll make sure you’re enjoying yourself and will do whatever it takes to please you, though he’ll do it with a playful twist.
J - Jack Off:
Wade is open about his masturbation habits and will probably make jokes about it at the most inappropriate times. He’s also not shy about letting you watch if you’re into that.
K - Kink:
Wade is open to just about anything and loves trying new things. Whether it’s role-playing, light bondage, or something a bit more extreme, he’s always down to experiment and see what works for both of you.
L - Location:
Anywhere and everywhere is fair game with Wade. He loves the thrill of spontaneous encounters, whether it’s in a bedroom, an alley, or somewhere completely unexpected.
M - Motivation:
Wade’s always ready to go, but what really gets him in the mood is seeing you happy and confident. He’s turned on by your excitement and loves knowing that he can make you feel good.
N - No:
While Wade’s open to almost anything, he’s respectful of boundaries. He’ll never push you to do something you’re uncomfortable with and is surprisingly understanding about your limits.
O - Oral:
Wade is a fan of giving and receiving oral, and he’s very enthusiastic about it. He loves the reactions he gets from you and will often tease or prolong the moment just to drive you wild.
P - Pace:
Wade’s pace is usually fast and playful, but he can slow down if the moment calls for it. He’s adaptable
Q - Quickies:
Wade loves quickies. The thrill of sneaking in a spontaneous moment of passion, especially in unexpected places, excites him. Whether it's before a mission or during a mundane task, he’s always up for some fast-paced fun.
R - Risk:
Wade is all about taking risks and loves the idea of getting caught (or not caring if you do). He’s adventurous and doesn’t shy away from more dangerous or thrilling locations for your escapades. That said, he’s still mindful of your boundaries and ensures you’re on board with any risky play.
S - Stamina:
Thanks to his healing factor, Wade has insane stamina. He can go for hours, multiple rounds, and still be ready for more. He’ll make it a point to match your energy, keeping things exciting and varied so neither of you ever gets bored.
T - Toys:
Wade is a big fan of incorporating toys into the mix. He loves experimenting with all sorts of gadgets and devices, and he’s not afraid to raid an adult store with you. Whether it’s vibrating toys, restraints, or something more exotic, he’s always eager to add a little extra spice to the fun.
U - Unusual:
Sex with Wade is rarely traditional. He’s into trying new, unusual things and finds excitement in the unexpected. Whether it’s an unconventional position, a strange location, or some absurd roleplay scenario, Wade thrives on making things weird (in the best way possible).
V - Volume:
Wade is loud during sex. He’s constantly cracking jokes, making exaggerated noises, or offering running commentary about what’s happening. He’s vocal in every sense—whether he’s giving praise, making dirty jokes, or just making you laugh, expect a lot of noise.
W - Wild:
Wade’s sexual appetite and style are wild, untamed, and always unpredictable. He’s game for almost anything and loves pushing the boundaries of what you’d expect in bed. His wild side keeps things exciting, making every experience feel new and exhilarating.
X - X-Ray:
Wade is completely open about his body, even with his scars and imperfections. He makes light of his appearance but always reassures you with humor and confidence that what matters is how he feels about you. He’s also obsessed with how much you enjoy his body and won’t hesitate to ask (or joke about) what parts of him you like best.
Y - Yearning:
Wade is deeply passionate and craves closeness. Beneath all his jokes, there’s an intense need for affection and physical connection. He’s always eager to be near you, whether it’s through playful teasing, affectionate touches, or full-on passion, and his yearning comes through in every intimate moment.
Z - Zzz:
After all the excitement, Wade is more likely to pass out from exhaustion than drift off peacefully. He’s always full of energy, so when he finally crashes, it’s sudden. You might find him snoring almost immediately after, tangled up with you in the aftermath of all the fun
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gothofasaia ¡ 1 year ago
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What your favourite nevermore character says about you 🫵 (personal edition)
Lenore: you’re a hopeless homosexual
Annabelle lee: you’re a hopeless homosexual but with a very bad taste in women.. (type of person to pet a venomous reptile)
Duke: you’re a sucker for sidekicks aren’t you? you’re praying that he won’t die (again) aren’t you?
Pluto: you’re a furry and all of your Original characters have a tail and cat/dog ears (I see that mcr t shirt in your closet you can’t hide it)
Berenice: Nothings wrong with you you’re perfect (please let my family go now)
Eulalie: So,,, how’s that autism diagnosis process going?
Montresor: You think he’s hot and you’re desperately waiting for a redemption arc (not happening buddy.. sorry)
William: you didn’t have many friends growing up did you..? stop hanging out with people you don’t like just because you’re afraid of loneliness
Ada: No amount of tiktok “share and they’ll fall in love with you” videos will save you from your very bad talking stage (you’re also hoping for redemption aren’t you?)
Morella: you have definitely unironically referred to yourself as a smol bean/potato in the past and own at least one frog related item
Prospero: he’s your AroAce kin isn’t he? (i don’t blame you, i see it)
Theo: … you’re sad he isn’t in more panels and desperately trying to find fandom content about him
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flammingnachos ¡ 5 months ago
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“𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘴“ 𝗄𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗄𝗂 𝖻𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈𝗎 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 (𝘔)
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𝖲𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌;Katsuki Bakugou is your teacher - and maybe a little more. You push his buttons just a LITTLE too hard one day. Remember to stay quiet, this is a library after all...
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Sighing to yourself as your foot lightly tapped the metal leg of your desk, your thoughts pondered on what you could do at lunch.
You could wander around the grounds and find a nice spot under a tree and advance your quirk? Maybe you could huddle into the food court with the other UA students? or lastly, there was the library. You still had a paper to write for Mr Kirishima, which was due in 2 days, so that option deemed most wise. Yay.
You had completely zoned out now and unaware of the imposing presence towering you, until a cough broke your chain of thought.
"Miss [ l /n ], my class really that boring huh?" The gruff voice of your homeroom teacher spoke.
A little surprised, you looked up at him and mustered an apologetic smile.
"Sorry Mr Bakugou. I... Er..."
He looked pissed. Not full on angry, but pissed enough that his lips pouted slightly. Wow, he really did seem like a child at times, you thought.
"Lunch, be here." was all he said before making his way back to the front. "Anybody else want to not fucking pay attention whilst I speak?" his dark eyes scanned the class, and everyone hushed. No one dared even breathe too hard when he almost scrutinized everyone like this.
"Good." He said firmly and carried on with the discussion you had not been tuned into earlier; although now, since his overpowering aura still lingered around you, he had your full attention.
* * *
The bell rang out for lunch, and Mrs Izuku smiled warmly before dismissing the class, and reminded everybody to fill out their sidekick applications. As third years, now was the time to think about becoming a sidekick. Everybody would be scrambling for the top 10, and you had your eyes on a particular hot headed pro; Katsuki Bakugou.
It was rumoured he was leaving UA after you graduated to keep up his pro status. After pro heros Deku and Shoto dommed the top two spots, The explosive pro hero Bakugou took time out to help the up coming stars. It didn't seem like something of his character, but it was also rumoured he had been bribed by an old time hero, Eraserhead.
Either way, you had your sights set. He was exceptionally powerful, he had morals and knew how to get a job done; albeit he was a little rough around the edges, he noticed your quirk and even made a point of saying how strong you are. He said you had potential to be great, and since that encounter, you've wanted nothing but to be along side him. So, his retirement from teaching after only 3 years was a blessing.
You'd sat back at your desk and was waiting for Mr Bakugou to return for your...detention? He didn't explicitly say that, but it seemed to be what he was aiming at.
The classroom door opened, and as if he'd just been reading your mind, in walked Mr grumpy pants himself. His crimson eyes looked over at you, and he stood at the front, shoulders back and almost looking down his nose at you. Why was he so attractive?
"So, zoning out in my class is more fun for you, huh?" He spoke, his booming voice bouncing off the walls and causing you to flinch in your seat. He wasn't exactly scary to you, just, his aura screamed power, and when his moods were foul, he could be intimidating.
"N-no sir. Unfortunately being seated next to the window causes my mind to wonder. I'm kinda hopeless..." You rubbed the back of your neck and smiled at him, hoping he'd take it.
"Not good enough." he barked, walking toward you. He stopped a couple feet in front of your desk. Hands sunk into his trouser pockets, an arch on his brow as his top lip curled. "I expect your undivided attention, and as you want to become my sidekick, I expected more from you."
That stung.
"Hey, that's not fair!" you protested. You had a lot on your mind with the end of the year not too far away, exams, and project papers to hand in. Besides, it was him who told you to advance your quirk.
"Don't bullshit me [f/n]. Are you serious about becoming my sidekick?" He was frowning now, and boy did it look good from this angle.
"Of course!"
"Then fucking act like it!"
You huffed, turning to face out of the window. You knew he was your teacher, and that he had no choice but to ride your ass every once in a while, but he was also your (sort of) boyfriend, and this was cutting close.
"Katsuki.... you're not being fair." You spoke softly, and he knew just by the tone that you were upset.
His demeanor softened, and he looked around to make sure no one was looking, even if the classroom was empty aside from you two. Sighing, he sat himself on your desk, and looked down at you.
"I'm sorry..." It almost sounded like a struggle for him to say, but came out in one piece none the less; definitely an improvement from the first time he had to apologise for upsetting you.
"I'm not hard on you, not compared to others. I want you as my fucking sidekick, but you have to give it your all in classes too. I used to think I knew it all, but fuck, once I stepped out into the real world, it bit my ass." He reached out, and gently cupped your cheek, forcing you to look up at him. "I don't want you to get out there and fuck it up. You have to be good on paper too."
"I know..." Your voice was soft. Too soft in fact, and his expression was void of all anger from just moments ago. You rubbed your face against his open palm. There was nothing more attractive than a bad boy, who was only good to you.
"I want to be your sidekick, it's just, the last year is tough.... I know I'm getting distracted, but I will not let my grades slip. I made you a promise..." Your eyes locked on his, and it seemed like he was searching them for a flicker of regret in your words.
The corner of his mouth twitched into a lopsided grin, and he leaned closer to you. Your heart squeezed; his more gentle side was deadly.
"Then focus in my class, dumb ass." His breath ghosted against your lips as he spoke, and you couldn't wait any longer. He was teasing you, and you had to bite back.
Closing the inch gap, you pressed your lips to his and kissed him slowly. He shifted a little from where he sat, and his other hand came up to grip the back of your hair. Mr Bakugou was rough at many things, and kissing was certainly one of them. He dominated over you, and forced his tongue into your mouth. You moaned, allowing him all the access he desired, and attempted to lift yourself in your seat, curling your fingers in his shirt, and pulling him closer. Closer. I want him closer.
Katsuki noticed your need, and broke away from the kiss, his forehead pressed against yours.
"Later." he panted, his voice husk with arousal. "Now get out of here before I forget where we are, and fuck you."
You moaned at the thought, but knew better. He had a job he needed to keep, and also a reputation. Pecking his lips, you got up from your seat and placed your bag strap on your shoulder.
"See you later." You faked innocence, and before you could get away from him, he reached over and spanked you. You let out a small yelp and your face flamed. He was wearing his fuckable half grin, and you struggled to walk out of that classroom without pouncing on him
You had opted to go to the cafeteria instead of the library to do your paper. You had 30 minutes to eat, no thanks to a certain someone, and there was the option of getting on with Mr Kirishima's work during free period later on.
You managed to get something to eat and spotted your friends at a table. During the time of you lining up and getting to your seat, Mr Bakugou had entered the lunch hall, and your eyes immediately locked. You had given him a small smile, and he gave a subtle nod. It was a modest exchange considering you'd just almost been dry humping.
Now seated with your friends, you had began eating whilst they talked. They had finished before you even sat down, but that didn't bother them or you much.
Yumi, the lively brunette to your left, was nit picking at her crush, a raven haired boy named Hiroshi, sat facing her. They bickered back and forth, which caused you to giggle. Atsushi, the pale blue haired male to your right leaned in closer to you.
"They're like an old married couple, aren't they?" His voice hushed just for you to hear. You turned to face him and nodded, laughing as you did.
"I don't get how they can't see it themselves." You shrugged, turning your back on the practically married duo.
Atsushi was fairly tall, and a kind person. His quirk was Giant, and his dream was to become a sidekick to depend on. You had talked in length with him about him becoming pro, but it just wasn't in his stars, or atleast that's what he would say. You got along well, and it dawned on you after Katsuki had pointed it out, that he had a crush on you. But that didn't stop your friendship, much to the fiery blondes dismay. Plus, you enjoyed how jealous the older man got over it.
"So Kirishima's paper, have you started that yet?" Atsushi quizzed, knowing the answer already of course.
"Well, you see, it's a working progress." You laughed, and he shook his head. Reaching out his hand, he ruffled your hair and sighed, feigning frustration.
"Whatever will we do with you." He poked your nose and you let out a small giggle. Then you felt the need to look over past Hiroshi, and Katsuki's ruby eyes bore into you. Knowing full well the reason, you were more than relieved when the bell rang to call everyone into their classes. He tore his gaze away, got to his feet and left the mess hall. Your heart sank a little; he didn't smirk or give a 'I'll-make-you-pay-for-that' look like he usually would. Maybe you had over stepped the mark this time?
You said your goodbyes to Yumi, Hiroshi and Atsushi, promising to meet up after school to walk home together. The trio belonged to class 3-C , whilst you homed class 3-B. It sucked being the only one left out, but there was nothing you could do about that. Besides, he was your teacher next period, and your gut felt heavy with a bad feeling.
You entered the room, Katsuki was at his desk leaning on his hand, calling out names of the class to check everyone was present. He didn't bother even looking in your direction as you crossed the room to your seat at the window, and set yourself up.
Finishing the attendance register, he got to his feet and walked to stand before the class, again not even looking in your direction once. This was bad. He began his lesson, he spoke and acted like normal, only he avoided choosing you to answer when you had put up your hand, and also didn't pick you to answer any on the spot questions.
You grew agitated; how could he be acting so childish? he is a teacher for crying out loud.
"Sir!" You said a little too loudly, and everyone, including Katuski, looked at you confused.
"What?" He replied with his usual bluntness.
Shrinking back into your chair, you shook your head and looked away from him and around at the other students still watching you. A couple girls at the back started to laugh, and you'd never felt so embarrassed.
"I aint got all day [l/n], wanna get on with it?" his tone was assertive and you flushed from it.
"Sorry sir. I've forgot." You managed, still sunken into your chair.
Katuski tsk'd and then carried on, ignoring you once again.
"Thanks for today, and don't forget to actually do something fucking productive with your free period.." Mr Bakugou stated, his deep voice sounding almost lazily when he spoke.
"Yes sir!" The class unitedly exclaimed, and with that he went to sit back at his desk.
You watched him, and when he looked up at you, you quickly turned away. Two can play that game, sir.
You heard him tsk as you left, but honestly, at this point you didn't care. He had no right to get so annoyed, and even though you admittedly enjoyed his petty jealous side, ignoring you was another level.
* * *
The library was quiet considering it was a free period, but with it being a beautiful summer day, people likely opted to study outside, or go home. Sighing, you wished you had that kind of self control. If you were to leave early, there was no way this paper would get done, and you'd have to spend lunch time tomorrow starting it. No, this had to get done. That way you could submit it early, and Katsuki would know how determined you are to keep getting better.
You had become engrossed with your writing, and hardly realised almost an hour had passed. Stretching, you groaned lazily at the tingling feeling, and slumped over the mass of paper spread all over the desk. You were actually half way through and found it surprisingly easy. Mr Kirishima wasn't a devil, so his assignments never took too long to complete. You just had a hard time getting started was all.
The door for the library suddenly opened and closed, and you turned to see if you could see someone through the shelves. There was only you and the lady way back at the front desk, it would be nice if one of your friends came in to keep you company - but you saw no body, which wasn't a shocker considering you were pretty much buried in the middle of the monstrous room. Facing your paper again, you decided to read over it before calling it a day and going home.
Absorbed in your homework, you didn't even sense the person coming behind you, and didn't realise until a hand was cupping your face and turning you to look upward.
You almost screamed and fought, but then caught ruby red eyes and a smug smirk.
"What the fu-" You began protesting, before Katsuki quickly closed the gap and pressed his lips to yours.
"Shh, or the hag at the front will hear you and think you're under attack." He let go of your face, but still remained imposingly over you. You narrowed your eyes at him, and pushed his hand away.
"Now you want to speak to me, hmm." You challenged.
"What are you talking about? You're the one flirting with a giant toothpick!" He countered, and you pressed a finger to your lips signalling him to hush. He huffed at that and rolled his eyes, clearly exasperated, but you wouldn't budge on this, he was acting a tool. Crossing your arms defensively over your chest, you stuck up your chin and raised an eyebrow.
"You're acting like a jealous child."
"Yeah, fucking sue me." He scoffed, his usual pissed off pout on his face and his eyes narrowed dangerously at you. "I'll go flirt with hag lady at the desk, how about that."
You gave him a once over and got up out of your chair, forcing him to take a step back and slammed your book shut, then huddled the scattered pieces of papers together.
"Y'know what Katsuki, I'm not doing this. Go take a damn chill pill, and then come speak to me." You said, trying to gather your stuff together. His hand then came in contact with the book you were about to pick up, keeping it firmly on the table.
"Don't piss me off." He warned, but you had had enough of his shit for today.
"Or what?"
With your threat came a punishment; but an extremely satisfying one.
Katsuki had you pinned against a ceiling high bookcase in a matter of seconds, his tongue hungrily wanting access to your mouth. You denied him, until his hand came up to clasp firmly around your throat, squeezing just enough for you to open your mouth for him. He smirked into the kiss, as arousal churned in your stomach.
Was he really going to do this here?! The answer to your unasked question, yes, yes he was.
His free hand roamed down your back and to your butt. He worked under your skirt and grabbed a handful of your ass. You moaned softly against his mouth, which earned you another slight squeeze from the hand around your throat, like he was making sure you stayed quiet. You felt a finger gently start to stroke you from under your skirt; your eyes shot open to look at the older man, who was already staring down at you. He pulled away from your lips, his mouth hanging open just a little as he whispered 'shh'.
Nodding your understanding, he had moved his fingers into your panties from behind, shifting so he could get easier access when needed. You arched forward, hand gripping onto his shirt and fisting into the fabric. All that could be heard was your slick wetness as his fingers picked up speed rubbing your clit, and your hushed gasps of pleasure.
"Fuck. You're pretty dirty huh [f/n], getting excited in a place like this." You could hear the smug smile in his voice, but the sensation kept you from biting at him. You nodded, biting your lip and placed a hand on his arm for support. How're you this worked up already from just being stroked by him?
He gave a satisfied hum, and slid a finger inside of you, which in addition caused you to gasp a little louder. Your mouth now hanging open, he grinned and pecked your cheek.
"Shh, baby." The husk of his voice made you wetter.
The closed in area, the heat, the pleasure, everything about this situation was filthy in the best way imaginable. You'd never have pegged him for an exhibitionist either.
Your head dropped to hang, and you reached out to place your hand on the bookcase in front of you. He'd added another finger as you'd been in your thoughts, and the sound of him pushing in and out of you grew louder as his pace quickened. Staying quiet was a struggle now, the pleasure growing more intense. The mere smell of his cologne was making you horny.
"Kat-suu-ki.." You managed between breaths, in an attempt to not be louder that necessary.
"What?" Same bluntness as always, even in moments like these.
"I want y-you now..." Your voice was meek, but demanding. If he didn't take you now, you'd go insane.
His fingers still working you, curling and lightly rubbing at that blissful spot inside you, he thoughtfully hummed. You moaned shakily, giving a small whine as you did to edge on his decision.
"P-please." You begged, the knot growing in your abdomen.
With that, he pulled out his fingers without warning, and ripped down your skirt, your panties following. He was on his knee's now, his hands running up and down your sides, inner thighs, your ass; he bit and sucked against the skin of your hip, groaning his approval of your slickness as his fingers ghosted your vagina.
He got to his feet, unbuttoning his shirt, as you helped with his pants. You left them hanging open, and he lowered you at the waist, face pressing against the cooling surface of the wooden library table. He looked around, making sure to check through the gaps and up and down the isle. Clear. He readied his cock in his hand, and ran the other up your back, causing you to arch at the touch. Once meeting your neck, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and slowly pushed himself in. He didn't edge, he just slowly went straight to the hilt. You inhaled deeply, feeling the delicious type of full you loved, and gripped onto the table edge with your left hand, the other palm down next to your face.
He let you get used to him for a moment, then began thrusting punishingly into you. The table creaked under the weight of you both, and the forcefullness of him. You almost swore he wanted you to get caught. You could feel the soft fabric of his trousers against your bare ass, and for some reason it turned you on more; he'd never fucked you with clothes on before. It was hot as hell.
Katsuki buried himself inside you repeatedly, with as much power as his explosive fire blasts. He wasn't just an animal when it came to his quirk. You became neglectful of your surroundings, and a moan escaped as you tried to lift yourself slightly from the table, arching your back as Katsuki pulled on your hair. He leaned over, his top half still clad in his shirt, and pressed against your back, causing you to yet again use the table as a pillow. He groaned breathlessly against your ear,
"Quiet. This is a library after all." He growled lowly, and still mercilessly thrust into you.
At this point, you wondered if it mattered. There was no one here, and even if there was, they would certainly know what was going on by now. The lewd slapping of skin against skin, the creaking of the table, the hushed breaths and odd muffled moan from being held down. For good measure though, you brought your hand over to cover your own mouth, and closed your eyes tight as the knot tightened inside of you. Mr Bakugou hit the sweet spot inside of you and your legs buckled; thank god for that table.
You bit down on your lip and a smothered moan left your wracked body. You breathlessly tried to gather yourself as Katsuki fucked you through your orgasm, and then his own. He had withdrawn from leaning against you and was stood straight, shoulders back as he brusingly gripped your waist. He gave one last thrust then came to a halt, panting heavily.
You had fixed yourself and watched the handsome blonde man as he did too. He ran his fingers through his hair to give it his signature spikiness; it had dampened to his head in the front from your session, which you quietly thought looked adorable. Katsuki stood in front of you, looking down at his hand as he opened then clenched it into a fist, you tilted your head questioningly at him.
"Just aches from, that." He stated simply, and you nodded. Sometimes during your intimate moments he would release his quirk, but since he almost burned you that one time, he now has to fight not to. It hurt him sometimes, but he'd go blow off some steam in the gym after school.
Mr Bakugou leaned over and pressed a kiss to your forehead, and with a half smile, shoved his hands into his pockets and turned to walk away.
"Get home safe. I'll see you tomorrow in class."
"User!" You yelled at him playfully, which earned you the middle finger as he took a turn heading out of the library. You giggled to yourself then jumped off the table; bad move. Your legs still shaky, you quickly looked at the clock. SHIT. Yumi, Hiroshi and Atsushi were likely waiting for you at the gates. There was no choice, you had to persevere.
* * *
"Hey [f/n], you're late?" Yumi questioned, whilst both her and Hiroshi looked you over quizzically. "Why're you so red?"
"Fever?" Atsushi pitched in, to which you gave a nod.
"I fell asleep in the library and woke up like this. It's nothing to worry over though!" You said, waving your hands in front of your face to fan yourself. That seemed to stow them. Yumi latched onto your arm and began dragging you along, your Bambi like legs still unsteady, it took all your might not to fall.
You had started walking off of the school premisis, and turned to look over your shoulder. You caught Mr Bakugou getting into his car, he lifted his head up and you gave him a smile, which he returned in a ridicuously handsome fashion. Your attention turning back to your friends, and you thought about how if they knew what you had been up to just a few moments earlier, they would definitely have heart attacks.
You could feel the heat of a bruise blossoming on your hips from his vice like grip, and your insides tingled at the memory. You knew having a relationship with your teacher wasn't exactly good, but like Katsuki had told you once before; when you become his sidekick, everything will be fine and you could be together openly.
Your heart swelled at the thought, and you then went on to enjoy the rest of your evening with your friends; even if you had jelly legs.
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pianokantzart ¡ 2 years ago
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Broken Warp Pipe AU
Based off of a concept by @multicolour-ink and @wiz-witch​ where the warp pipe in Brooklyn breaks down, leaving Mario and Luigi stranded separate dimensions: X.
From there I just went off the rails.
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Mario (Brooklyn Side)
Mario has not stopped working toward finding a way to The Mushroom Kingdom since he and Luigi were separated, and has run himself ragged in the process.
He started off trying to discover if there is a working warp pipe somewhere else in the world. After all, if there was one just under their noses in Brooklyn, surely there’s another somewhere! He just needs to search, and search hard.
He’s always on the move, working some side-gigs to stay afloat while spending every second of free time pursuing and studying warp pipes. He eats bad, sleeps bad, and even smokes sometimes when he’s sleep deprived and can’t focus (though he always feels guilty about it afterward. Luigi would NOT approve.)
Mario hates being alone, but spends most of his time alone, because he feels that’s what he deserves at this point. He’s reached so many dead ends he feels like he’s already failed his brother, but refuses to slow down all the same.
When he’s feeling particularly hopeless or lonely, sometimes he talks to nobody as though he’s talking to Luigi. This helps a little. 
He calls his family every couple of months to let them know he’s okay, and to see if there’s any sign that the Brooklyn warp pipe is working again. These phone calls are brief, and he never properly explains where he is or what he’s doing.
 Mario has stolen (and usually returned) many ancient artifacts and documents, and broken into many a location trying to uncover a warp pipe. He hasn’t hurt anyone, but his impatience and determination has earned him a bit of a criminal record in the human world. 
In his travels, Mario found one or two working warp pipes, but they led to weird alternative dimensions not even close to The Mushroom Kingdom. He has done some heroism in these places whenever the situation presents itself (he’s still a good guy), and has been rewarded with helpful information about warp pipes and how they work.
Through knowledge he gleaned from his travels, combined his own advanced skills with traditional plumbing, Mario eventually pieces together how to repair warp pipes, which he uses to fix his own pipe back in Brooklyn.
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Luigi (Mushroom Kingdom Side)
When Mario first got trapped in Brooklyn, Luigi desperately tried to fill his brother’s shoes until he returned. When Bowser inevitably reattempted to destroy The Mushroom Kingdom, Luigi tried to channel his brother by taking the tyrant on alone. He was very nearly killed as a result. DK, Toad, and Peach successfully fended off Bowser in the end, but Luigi was left physically and emotionally scarred in a way he has not quite recovered from.
Luigi still does his best to be a hero despite everything, but is only barely functional unless he has someone backing him up. Princess Peach sticks close to him whenever possible, and Toad is ecstatic to have him as a friend and adventuring buddy.
 Luigi has an official place on the Toad Brigade, and is happiest when he’s doing missions with them.
He eventually develops into one of the most formidable heroes in the dimension, especially after he gains the powers of the thunder hand. He rarely gets recognition for this though, because he very much does not behave like the traditional hero, and far prefers the sidekick position. He wouldn’t have it any other way.  
Luigi does not spend a lot of time in his and Mario’s house, save to keep it clean and tidy. He has not moved any of his brothers things, except to keep them dusted. A part of him still holds out hope that he’ll be back one day.
Princess Peach hooked Luigi up with an apprenticeship with Professor E. Gadd during one of his slumps, and he spends most of his nights sleeping over at the lab. The professor is happy to have him around; Luigi keeps the place so neat and organized, and makes the best cup of coffee!
Though they have some wardrobe changes, both Mario and Luigi have their original hats, and are extremely protective of them. 
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mari-lair ¡ 3 days ago
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Shit I might want to read this, it looks cute. What is this?
I am assuming you're talking about the manga with a cute art style, the one with this trio, which I love dearly
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If so, I am very sorry Anon, my blog is misleading propaganda. None of these three are the protagonists, or even sidekicks to the protagonist, they are either stuck as a gag character for half of the manga, pushed to the side, given an antagonistic role/a role that have a diferent belief from the mcs, or all of the above simultaneously.
This is not their story.
They do eventually get focus, there is a reason I have grown attached to their arcs more than the protagonist's stories, but I am aware most people do not vibe with them. Many actually hate these three. They aren't the heart of this story. If you read this manga, rest assured it won't be for them.
So let me try to give you a more accurate idea of what the story is about without any major spoilers/details.
The manga is called "Toilet Bond Hanako-kun" which is a strange mainstream translation considering "suicide boy Hanako-kun" is the more accurate one. Very different vibes between those two translations, right? That's how the manga feels too, it is a mix of strange and goofy and 'oh, shit got dark'.
The story takes place in a fantasy world where supernaturals and ghosts exist and the trio in the spotlight are these three goofballs!
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The red eyed girl is our main protagonist, Yashiro Nene, she is in love with the idea of love, a true hopeless romantic!
She attracts trouble and have a wild imagination, easily getting stuck inside her own fantasies as a form to both find strength and avoid tragedies. She is an insecure but very kind soul with a lot of hope in her heart, but she is not that smart. While she does have her moments, if you dig strategy stories and logical characters this story isn't for you, it's more about whimsy and vibes.
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The boy with the cap is the main lead and our titular boy "Hanako." He is a ghost, more specifically a supernatural, which are ghost whose soul got corrupted for staying in our world instead of moving on once they died. He is also the main love interest. A mischievous morally grey spirit with no self-love, no hope, and a lovely mix of being apathetic and caring too much. He is dangerous, selfish, awkward, and possessive and he hates it.
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The blond one is Minamoto Kou, an exorcist who never exorcised anything, he is a kind and insecure guy, not very smart logic-wise but his emotional intelligence is surprisingly good (bad habits aside). He is selfless to the point of concern, and starts out determined to be Hanako's eternal enemy but they become besties by accident. He is desperate to help, very determined, very impulsive, very easy to trust. Horrible at being an exorcist.
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The friendship between these three is very sweet. You feel like it will be a generic love triangle on their intro but no, they all care about each other. Romance may be a big thing in this manga but this trio are besties.
The humor can be hit or miss, sometimes it's so silly or dry that I love it, but sometimes it's passes my bar and becomes overly exaggerated. Some of the gags just don't land (at least to me), and if you think about the story too much, is not hard to find inconsistencies, but the main sell of this manga is character comflict, which is usually real good, and the supernaturals elements/stories which are the main events of the manga. All the supernatural stories are amazing.
I don't want to spoil the powers and rumors and tragedies but here are some 'vibes' of the supernatural elements.
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It is a rollercoaster of cool ideas and vibes and creative ways to explore the wishes and fears of the characters.
A lot changes through the story, this trio won't be the main dynamic forever but it is the heart at the start, and the supernatural stuff is strong during the entire manga! So if the pros sound better than the cons, go check it out!
You can read it: here
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whatthehellami ¡ 11 months ago
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"Please let me join you, please, I can't work under that wretched villain anymore!"
The hero looked around awkwardly, avoiding the villain's sidekick at their feet. The department had clearly told them that they could not recruit anymore because their budget was practically nonexistent.
"Please, that stupid villain does not give me any bonus even after I robbed three banks singlehandedly. Three! Do you get it? Singlehandedly!" The sidekick thurst three fingers in front of hero's face. "The last time I got a bonus was four weeks ago that too only twenty thou-"
"You're getting a bonus?" The hero's sidekick piped in. "We're lucky if we get paid on time."
The villain's sidekick let go of the hero in dismay, betrayal and hopelessness in their eyes. "None of you have any money and you still want to fight like dumb kids? I'm done. I'M DONE! I'm leaving this terrible country with zero money and you guys can go and fuck each other!"
"Now, that's a nice idea." The villain smirked while wiggling their eyebrows at hero.
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eclipsejynx ¡ 8 months ago
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Familiar.
Before you read, I just wanna say this prompt is from @alise2109! You can see the prompt here! They make great prompts :D
Summary - Villain's feeling annoyed when they find something about Hero familiar to them. After going on a stealth mission to steal documents at [ Hero HQ ], they find out why.
TW: Flirting, manipulation(?), drinking (wine), swearing, searching through another's stuff, looking through diary
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In the [ Villain HQ ], Villain lay on the couch, feeling as devastated as a hopeless romantic.
“I don’t get it!” They complained, feeling annoyed. They just came back from fighting Hero, and they felt fucking horrible. Their body ached, but not as much as their heart. Every time they fought, every snarky remark Hero made, something was so oddly—
Sighing, Villain lazily opened one eye to see their sidekick’s awkward face. “What do you want, Sidekick?”
“Supervillain requested a meeting again.” They spoke quickly and efficiently, though their eyes darted around the room. Villain sighed again.
“Again? For what?”
“They didn’t say.”
Clearing their throat, Villain strained up and ruffled their hair, trying to compose themself. “When’s the meeting?”
“Well, Supervillain said as soon as possible.” Sidekick sounded unsure but attempted to be slightly helpful. However, their uncertainty only aggravated Villain more.
“Go on then,” Villain said, speaking like they would to a dog. “Be a doll and tell them I’m coming.” Sidekick vigorously nodded and scurried away, going towards Supervillain’s office.
“Fucking hell,” Villain spoke tiredly. They looked down at their outfit — A baggy, worn-out shirt with loose shorts. They sighed again. “Fucking hell.”
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Villain knocked on the door, hearing a muffled “come in” on the other end. They opened the door, looking at the shadowy figure hidden by a shadow.
“You requested me, Supervillain?”
“In fact, I did.” Supervillain stood up from their desk and walked to a cabinet, grabbing something out of it. Out of it, Supervillain grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses. “Care for a drink?” Villain was shocked at the gesture but nodded. Supervillain went back to the desk and poured them both a glass. Villain and Supervillain both took one glass, drinking together. Supervillain and Villain sat in front of each other, the only distance between them a desk. “I’m sure you’re curious why I’ve requested your presence, right?”
“I mean, you’ve never called me without a reason.”
“Well, is it wrong to see a good old friend?”
“You clearly want something.”
“Clever (wo)man.” Supervillain chuckled, taking a sip of the rich red wine. “I’ll admit, I didn’t call you here for nothing. There’s a mission I’ve requested for you, and you’re the only one I can trust who has brain cells here.” Villain gave their own laugh but didn’t dare sip the wine. They knew better.
“But, before we go to that, tell me something.” Supervillain started, their once calm expression turning slightly tense. “What’s got you so worked up, huh?”
Villain froze at the sudden confrontation. “How’d you know?”
“Practically everyone can hear your groans of frustration. Unless, of course, it’s just your ‘private business,’” Supervillain spoke suggestively, smirking. Villain blushed.
“No no no! It’s not that! Get your head outta the gutter, will you?”
“I wasn’t suggesting anything,” they denied. “I’m simply asking what’s got you so worked up tonight.”
“Well… It’s stupid, really.”
“Nothing’s stupid, darling.” Villain winced at the nickname. Supervillain shrugged it off. “Besides, any conflict here could result in poor reports, right? I’m just worried about your reports.”
Villain was hesitant to answer. Supervillain stared them up and down. “Of course, if you don’t feel like answering because you don’t trust me, I won’t mind.” They took another swig from the wine glass, seemingly disappointed. Sighing, Villain set down the full glass of wine on the table.
“It’s not that I don’t trust you. I just don’t know who to trust anymore,” Villain explained, Supervillain showing interest.
“Oh, really?”
“Duh. That's what I just said.”
“How humorous.”
“I’m serious, Supervillain,” Villain threatened, though they both knew Supervillain had the upper hand at all times. “Since the last mission, I’ve just…” they sighed, their cheeks turning pink. “... Hero’s been on my mind–” Supervillain’s eyes widened.
“Hero? As in your ‘oh so mighty goody-two-shoes’ Hero?”
Villain sighed and nodded. “They just… I dunno. Every time I look into their eyes, they look so familiar. Like someone I’ve known–”
“Well, that’s saying something. Not everyone’s as hot as Hero,” Supervillain interrupted casually, sipping their wine again. Villain groaned in frustration, their cheeks feeling warm.
“It’s not just that!”
“You’re not saying they’re not–”
“That’s beside the point!” Villain screamed, their face the same color as the wine. “I just don’t know what’s wrong with me!”
“Well, we’ve got wine for a reason.”
“How helpful,” Villain mocked, but reluctantly picked up their wine glass and drank anyway, the drink cooling the back of their throat. They sighed with satisfaction and swirled it around in their glass while leaning back on their chair. Supervillain smirked at their reaction, taking in every bit of it. Villain looked at Supervillain observing them and scoffed, continuing their meaningless rant. “The way they speak sarcastically, hurling insults towards me, even how they fight seems oddly… fuck, I don’t even know.” Villain continued sipping their wine, feeling tense. “Every time I see their face, I just wanna–”
“Kiss it?”
“OH FUCK OFF, SUPERVILLAIN!”
Supervillain cackled at Villain’s flustered and angry reaction. Sighing, Supervillain grabbed the wine bottle and gently poured over their glass. “Would you like more wine, darling?” They offered, acting like nothing happened. Villain grumbled at the nickname but handed their glass, patiently waiting for Supervillain to refill it.
Supervillain handed them their newly-filled glass. “So, are you planning on doing something about this… discovery?”
“What discovery?”
“That you might’ve known Hero? At least find out the connection?”
Villain scoffed. “Fuck no. It’s just a waste of time.” Villain let out a chuckle, but it felt a bit empty. “I mean, I may be feeling deja vu with the person I hate the most, but I still have a job. I’m not stupid.”
“Fair enough.” Supervillain shrugged. “Wouldn’t want my dear to get hurt from the past, now would I?”
“Since when did you care?”
“I don’t.”
“Well, shit.” Villain and Supervillain giggled a bit as they drank their wine. “By the way, what’s the mission you referred to earlier? My mind’s a bit foggy from the wine.”
“Already?” Supervillain teased. “Thought you had a better tolerance.”
“Thought you removed that foot up your ass.”
“Aww~ Is the little puppet sad?”
“Fuck off, dumbass. Now, can I hear the mission or not?” Villain’s patience was growing thin, and they growled when Supervillain laughed.
“Your mission is simple, yet complicated. Sneak into the [Heroes HQ] for valuable information.”
“Wait, what–”
”I hope your little deja vu doesn’t get in the way. But it won’t. You’ll ensure that no distractions are caused. Right, Villain?” Supervillain purred, sipping their wine with a smug grin.
“Oh, you shit-eating–”
“Now now, dear,” Supervillain said calmly. “Wouldn’t want a fuss before your mission. After all, it would be a shame to replace you.” Supervillain put one hand on Villain’s neck as they caressed it. “And embarrassing for your image, and you know an image is everything.”
Villain blushed slightly at Supervillain’s cold touch. Their arms felt shaky from the sudden contact as they slowly sipped their wine.
“An image gives you power and control over others that see who you are.”
Villain carefully set the now empty glass on the table and shivered.
“So, you’ll do it, right? I mean, It’s not like you got a say in it anyway.” Supervillain’s hand reached up to Villain’s jaw, tracing the edges. “And you’d hate to disappoint me, right?” Villain gave a slow, nervous nod.
“Y–Yeah…”
“Good to know.” Supervillain let go and smirked, drinking their wine. They licked their teeth. “You’re mission’s in a week. You’ll have plenty of time to prepare.”
Villain’s body was slightly shaking from embarrassment, their body slowly turning pink.
“Want more wine?’
“I’ll pass.”
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After an agonizing week, the Villain suited up, covered it with a baggy hoodie and sweats, and walked through the buzzing city. Many were too distracted or busy to acknowledge them, so at least there were a few pluses. However, the loud screeching of tires and shrieking of passersby made it almost unbearable.
But they had a mission to complete.
A buzzing in their pocket vibrated against their skin. Sighing, Villain pulled their phone out of their pants and looked at the screen.
[ CALL FROM UNKNOWN ]
Pressing answer, they put the phone against their face while walking.
“Are you there yet?” An aggravating noise spoke against Villain’s ear.
“Not yet.”
“Can you hurry up? It’s almost nightfall.”
“Geez, were you always this pushy?” Villain groaned.
“Not my fault you suck at being not slow,” Supervillain mocked, clearly annoyed Villain wasn’t as fast as anticipated.
“It’s called sucking at being fast, idiot.”
“Whatever. Hurry up. The heroes are gonna be there soon, and we don’t wanna risk–”
“Yeah yeah. Do you need anything else?”
“Other than you not being a dick?” Supervillain questioned. “No, no I don’t. Ciao, darlin.” Villain quickly pressed end call and shoved the phone into their pocket. Grumbling, they found an alleyway and hid there for a while, staying out of sight. The shadows from the walls concealed their face, only their [ eye color ] eyes piercing through the darkness. They remained completely still until they found their target.
Hero.
They were strolling past their alleyway, oblivious to their stalker. They weren’t busy or anything, just walking around while giving a casual autograph here and there. “Perfect,” they thought and followed from the depths of the shadows. Of course, it was easy. Almost everyone was following Hero. Reporters, huge fans, even some fangirls and fanboys begging for a photo. Some were even trying to latch onto their arms, begging for attention.
Ew.
Rolling their eyes, Villain followed inside the crowd and eventually reached the giant building known as [ Hero HQ ]. As people tried to follow Hero through the gates, multiple bodyguards guarding the doors pushed everyone away. Still, it never stopped people and reporters screaming questions and requests through the barred gate, or flashing a camera through the tight bars for a blog article. Before leaving inside, Hero politely waved to everyone, but once their eyes laid on Villain’s civilian persona, they faltered, their unwavering grin falling for a split second. They froze, the paparazzi taking this opportunity to flash cameras in their face. Villain noticed this, wondering what was wrong. Though, when they stared into Hero’s eyes, they felt a sense of recognition.
Almost like they’ve been here before.
After snapping out of their trance, Hero abruptly turned around and hurried inside, slamming the doors. An audible groan rang throughout the crowd, slowly departing from the front of [ Hero’s HQ ]. Villain felt their body frozen, replaying it all in their head. It was like looking in a mirror. Hero looked just like how the Villain pictured themself feeling deja vu. It had to mean something.
Villain pulled out their phone and redialed. They too left the front gate and walked along the building’s edges. The buzzing turned to a bit of static and a familiar, soothing voice came.
“Back so soon?”
“Hey. Quick question,” Villain started. “What’s the earliest I can strike?”
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As the clock struck twelve, Villain hopped from roof to roof. The mission was similar to previous ones, but it always gave a sense of thrill and fear.
They perched on a single, towering roof, looking down at the [ Hero HQ ]. It was a building that resembled most government official buildings; A pearly white exterior with a most likely soft golden interior. Villain didn’t care much. All they had to do was get inside and steal any information they could keep. Of course, Supervillain did an honor by not giving any details about what data they wanted. It wasn’t out of character for Supervillain to be secretive and vague. Still, they’d rather not face another punishment from them. Last time was a bit complicated.
Observing the building’s layout from above, life was gracious enough to give Villain an opening; the guards from earlier were all dealing with the paparazzi again. Most of the corners were open. Bingo.
They stealthily jumped down, their footsteps blocked out by camera clicks and screaming to get inside. A big party was being hosted inside for all the heroes. It was to celebrate the defeat of [ Other Supervillain ]. Villain didn’t care much about [ Other Supervillain ] but was glad the asshole was gone. They were a manipulative narcissist who couldn’t give two shits about his employees. Still, the heroes weren’t any better, hiding any murder as a safety protocol and shit. Still, they didn’t have time to rant.
When they got close enough, they jumped the fence. If the heroes were smart, wouldn’t they make better security? Villain chuckled to themselves as they carefully looked at the walls. A couple of windows, a few with lights on. That was a no-go. They walked along the perimeter and found a window. It was pitch black, probably a room. Even if it’s on the third floor, scaling them would be the easiest part. After a few minutes of climbing, Villain reached the window. It had a weak lock on it. After picking at it, it snapped open and Villain climbed inside.
The room was spacious at least. It was dark though, and Villain would prefer to keep it that way. Bright lights attract bugs and hero-like pests. Pulling their goggles over their eyes, Villain’s sight adjusted to their dim surroundings. The goggles were night-vision, equipped by Supervillain themself. How generous after sending them on a risky death mission, huh?
Looking around, it was just a dorm room. It was similar to those you’d find in a college. They took in the details surrounding them. It had a single bed and a messy desk swarmed with papers, and the walls were decorated with posters. “So much for a hero. Can’t even save their room from messiness,” Villain thought. They approached the pinned documents and looked at them. They were scribbled layouts of buildings and warehouses, each written in chicken scratch. They sighed. They didn’t even have neat handwriting. How stupid. Still, it was a bit readable. “Huh… Warehouse Operation Zero?” Villain wondered aloud, reading the title. “explosives in the back… safety protocol five, organization three… the fuck?” Villain murmured. Something was going on, but Villain knew better than to assume. The paper was a planning sheet. It said “undergoing development.”
“Might be useful.” Villain shrugged, pulling out a scanning device. They set the paper on the table and took photos and copies, sending them to Supervillain. Villain looked around more, searching through cabinets and drawers. More papers were going about Operation Zero, so Villain did the honor of sending more scans. Villain gave a devilish smirk. This room was the jackpot. This hero must’ve been a stupid newbie.
Villain decided to snoop in some more. After all, all the documents were already sent, and the party was loud enough to send vibrations through their body. There was no way the heroes could hear Villain.
They looked in some small containers on the desk. “Huh… trading cards?” Villain questioned, taking out the cards from the box. They were the heroes' official trading cards. Of course, they were popular among children and teens, but a hero having their own trading cards? How laughable. Villains never had trading cards. They weren’t exactly popular with the public. No, what really shocked them was the fan-made trading cards of villains from their HQ. Villain stayed silent, looking at them with surprise. A hero making trading cards of villains? It was weird. Finding new curiosity, they shuffled through them. Henchman, Other Villain, even fucking Supervillain! Instead of mocking them, Villain actually felt giddy. They were so detailed. Trading cards of heroes were usually a bit more animated than realistic, looking like semi-real cartoon characters. This hero got the style just right! The shading was amazing, how they captured their expressions. Henchman looked cold as always, Other Villain looked crazy, looking like they were plotting out a scheme, Supervillain seemed slightly flirty and mischievous, and-… was that Villain’s card?
In awe, Villain set the other cards down and looked at their own card, their name printed in bold. It was shiny, glistening in the moonlight. Despite wearing night-vision goggles and almost everything looking a shade of blue, they could tell it was them. They looked malicious, yet intelligent. Almost like you were falling into their trap. After staring for a while, Villain noticed something in the top-right corner of the card. Squinting, they realized it was a watermark.
Hero.
They froze. Hero made these?! Villain couldn’t tell if they should be annoyed or flattered. How the hell did Hero, probably their worst enemy, make freaking trading cards?! More importantly, why? They frowned. Hero was the reason they were feeling feelings. Their speaking patterns, the way they moved and fought, everything was familiar. The fact Hero seemed to falter when they saw Villain’s civilian persona makes it worse. They knew something, too.
And they hated it.
They growled and tossed the trading cards on the floor. They started to slam open the drawers and containers, looking for something, anything. They felt irritated. This was exactly what Supervillain warned them about, but they didn’t even care anymore. Tears started to fill their eyes. They felt confused, hatred, and… a feeling of weakness. They were so stupid. They let emotions get in the way, and emotions make you fragile. That’s what they were always taught, and that’s how it was supposed to go.
So why did Hero make them feel so vulnerable?
So much for a stealth mission. The room looked completely trashed. The once neat bed had its blanket on the floor. The messy desk has most of its stuff fallen on the floor from Villain’s rage. Sobbing, Villain quivered as they looked around for something familiar to them. Something to give comfort and warmth.
Wait, no.
No no no no no.
They shouldn’t want comfort.
They shouldn’t need it.
Wiping their tears, Villain looked around, hugging themself. Something shiny on the nightstand caught their attention. A beautiful leather book. They carefully stalked closer, gently grasping it. The unclasped the lock and opened it, reading the messy handwriting. Villain couldn’t help but let out a choked-laugh. They skimmed through, reading the shaky writing. It seemed like Hero kept it since they started the hero agency, or even before that. The dates went years ago. Suddenly, they spotted an entry from today.
X/XX/XXXX
Today, I thought I saw [ Villain Civillain Name ]. It was weird, really. They looked so familiar, but different. But I know what I saw. They’re dead missing(?). I’m just hallucinating, or being weird again. What was really ironic is they looked back with a similar look. Well, not really, but they seemed confused. They seemed nice, though. It was like I was looking back on the past, or something like that. They had a few scars, like a small one on their cheek. They had beautiful eyes. Reminded me of the Moon, honestly. Their outfit looked cute. Something [ Villain Civillian Name ] would probably like. Their hair was messy, but in a good way. Looked like they cut it themself. I wished I had that type of hair. They looked pretty in general. Maybe I can see them later. I mean, if they were following in the crowd, then they might be a fan, right? I’ll probably try to see them in my civillain persona, just to make sure they’re nice in general. I feel guilty, honestly. It sounds like I’m trying to replace [ Villain Civillain Name ], but life just feels empty without them. If I had someone like them, maybe it’ll feel less empty? I still feel like I’m being selfish, but it hurts.
I miss you, friend.
At the end, there was a picture. It was of two kids under a tree, posing for a photo. They seemed barely teenagers.
Villain and Hero.
They dropped the book, taking frantic steps back. Their mind was swirling with emotions, clouded with confusion and recognition. They felt annoyed, confused, disappointed, humiliated, they didn’t know anymore. Their breathing was heavy and uneven, their eyes darting around the room. They had to get out of here. They snatched the book and darted towards the window, jumping out. They landed on their face, but got up and ran out of there, ignoring the yells of the guards. They jumped over the fence and sprinted away, going along the road. They felt numb, but kept moving regardless. It was dark, the eerie street lights illuminating the alleyways and buildings. It was quiet, but Villain’s mind felt so loud. After they felt like they were far enough, they went inside an alleyway and curled into a ball. They started to sob, feeling a rush of emotions. Hero was their friend. They used to be friends, and Villain tried to kill them. Hero tried to kill them back. They didn’t know what to do. The notebook was still in their clutches to they hugged it tight in an embrace. For some reason, it made them feel safe.
A buzzing from their pocket brought them out of their trance. They shakily brought their phone out and looked. Supervillain was calling. The answered and put it against their ear.
“Villain! Where the fuck are you?! You were supposed to get out of there half an hour ago!” The familiar shout of Supervillain made them sob again, and Supervillain spoke in a more concerned and soft voice. “Villain..? Is… Is that you?”
“Y–yeah,” Villain replied, their voice cracking. The sniffed, their noise runny. “I-... Y-you go the plans, right?”
“Yeah… Villain, what–”
“I’ll be at the base in a few,” Villain said. Before Supervillain could protest, they ended the call. Sighing, they got up and shoved the phone in their pocket. They started to walk towards [ Villain HQ ], still holding the notebook near their chest.
This was the safest they felt since.
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Honestly, I dunno how I feel about this :\ It feels off to me- I don't really like it, but I spent a while making this to prevent writer's block, so this is what you get-
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mikuni14 ¡ 7 months ago
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Wandee Goodday - Ep 1
The long awaited first episode of Wandee Goodday is finally here, I'm sure I wasn't the only one who had been chanting "save me Wandee Goodday, Wandee Goodday save me" for the past few months lol
What I liked:
lots of humor, especially in the 4/4 part I laughed non-stop, although I must admit that a lot of the laughter was from second-hand embarrassment 🙈
Great and Inn are just beautiful (it's good that Great has loose clothes now, I was always worried about the buttons on his super tight uniform in MoD, fighting for their lives)
Thor and Fluke are also lovely, I really like the fact that their characters are already a couple and are completely in love with each other (and horny for each other 🔥) and so open about it
side characters add a lot to scenes, even if they appear for a moment, like a salesman offering technical advice on sex, or a doctor who sprays water on naughty subordinates, also nurses!
I really like Dee as a doctor, as an employee who doesn't let himself be treated like shit by clients and as a friend. He is nice, strong, confident, reliable and capable. Which is in stark contrast to how hopeless and lame he is in his love and sex life 🙈
I like how Yak and Dee felt an immediate physical attraction to each other, which is fighting against an equally immediate strong dislike lol The natural flow they have in their relationship: from physical attraction, through fights caused by negative circumstances, to the night spent together shows that this kind of relationship can be done, without humiliation bordering on bullying, as it's between Phum and Peem in We Are
I really like Yak who can just… stop when he has any suspicion that his partner is not fully in the moment, not fully sure. It was so cool, no forcing Dee to continue by putting pressure on him, making him feel "guilty", no awkwardness, complete chill. I like it when sex is treated so casually that even if nothing happens, the partners just sit and talk and there is no sense of pressure, everything is just so... normal and chill. I loved it.
Kao as a friend, a sidekick, a "token lgbt friend of the main character" 😄, who has his own life and although he is very funny, he is not a serial clown and comic relief, as is often the case. And he is asexual with credible dating problems. So interesting! Also: Drake 💖
I feel kind of vindictive happy that my most hated trope, wiping food from the mouth of the "love interest", is shown here as messing with Dee and giving him false hope for a relationship (?) The day this trope dies will be the day I win. I plan to get drunk when this happen hehe (vain hopes, of course, this disgusting trope will never die)
What I have a few, teeny-tiny reservations about:
at this point I don't really understand Ter's motivation: was he deliberately seducing Dee, or was he just too chummy with him, which he misinterpreted? Not that it matters tho...
8 years of all this? oh Dee… 🙈 (I love how Kao described this pathetic situation in just a few words)
I also don't really like making Dee a silly kid and a 🤡 when it comes to love and sex, especially since he's shown in other scenes where he's a full adult. He's a grown man with a serious profession, so it felt weird watching him as if he were a 15-year-old kid in a slapstick comedy. I get that there's a comedic element to it and it was funny and I was laughing, but the amount of cringe and second-hand embarrassment was downright overwhelming at some point. What is fine as convention in MSP or Only Boo no longer looks so good in series about adults
the comedy of the sex scene completely stripped away the hotness of these scenes, ngl
the above comments are not complaints, they are just loose observations. It was only the first episode after all 😉
Overall, the series started well, I had a great time watching it, I laughed a lot, the characters are cool and very attractive, Great has the body of a young god 🔥 I can't wait for their first kiss and a truly hot night - with fun, but no comedy. What a wasted opportunity for them not to watch MANNER OF DEATH and the uniform buttons! hanging for dear life! Like seriously, it was right there 😤
The series is very pretty, just look at those aesthetic shots in a public toilet:
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Omg, this guy:
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Me:
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Me 🤝 Dee about coffee:
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(I shouldn't pick on Dee, if someone brought me coffee just the way I like it, I'd be as stupid as him 😑)
One of my 457,869 screen shots of this man, gosh, he's so fine:
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