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autumnmobile12 · 2 months

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All right, here's the thing about the Todoroki fire-users.

Most forms of glass melt at a temperature of 1,400°C to 1,600° C.

Orange flames have a range of 1100°C to 1200°C.

So unless either of them can exceed the 1400°C threshold and get into the white flame range (1300°C - 1500°C), Shouto and Endeavor cannot melt glass.

But with a blue flame that burns 1,400°C-1,600°C, this bitch sure can.

So now that in the Ambush Simulation AU I've revealed Nine and his entourage are the LoV, imagine the opening scene of Heroes Rising:

Whichever henchmen they've hired to transport the cargo in that car chase scene are careening down the highway, the Pros are in pursuit...and so's the Vanguard.

Car accidents caused by the fleeing villains have put Rock Lock and company out of commission, but Shimura's motorcycle can maneuver through just fine, so he and his passenger are still in the game like it's a Greek chariot race. Nobody really knew the Vanguard was going to make an appearance, nobody knows how they got the info on what was happening, but hey, they're provisionally licensed and can operate under Pros now, so no one's going to complain about the extra manpower on their side.

So my thoughts and prayers are with the poor driver of the armored vehicle whose sole job is to focus on the road. He just wants to survive the night without getting arrested, his comrades can worry about the Pros behind them, he's more concerned about the Pros blockading the road in front of them, one of whom is Endeavor. He's not paying attention to that loud thunk he heard on the roof.

Things are already looking a little sticky...

...and then this crazy bastard appears in the windshield and starts melting the glass. Not breaking it; it's too thick to break without a weapon. Just slowly melting it so the poor guy has enough time to contemplate and regret some key life choices.

(There's a very specific image in my head here and it's the drowned corpse scene from the anime Ghost Hunt if anyone's familiar with that one.)

Anyway, the getaway driver just panics and veers over the guardrail and down the mountainside as it goes in the film, which pretty much leaves Shimura to stop his bike and stare alongside Endeavor down at the path of destroyed vegetation in horror as the sound of screeching metal fades to silence.

Shimura: ....

Endeavor: .... *slowly turns to look at Shimura*

Shimura: *doesn't look up* Hey, don't look at me. You created that monster.

...

And recall that scene ends with Endeavor heading down the hill to investigate the crash and finds Hawks already there:

Touya: What's the situation with my leg? It feels like it's either been broken or impaled.

Hawks: Actually, it's both. That's an...impressive compound fracture.

Touya: All that and I only got a busted leg? *sits up* Oh, no wait, fuck, there's two of you and Endeavor's multiplying.

Endeavor: *fed up* ....scared me to death, you shit for brains. Where's the League?

Hawks: I think they managed to warp out at the last minute. Genius here is the only body I found breathing or otherwise.

Touya: *cackling* Shut the fuck up, Feathers!

...

Shimura: You have got to stop smiling like you regularly devour the souls of small children and their pets.

Touya: *adrenaline wearing off, pain finally setting in* I have no idea what you're talking about.

Rock Lock: *standing over both of them* Exactly what was your plan back there?

Touya: Obviously, I was thinking I could get control of the steering wheel. Not my fault the driver had the nerves of a dandelion. Also, I'm not the one who thought chasing down an armored vehicle with four-door sedans was a good idea, so why I am the only stupid one here? Now everyone be quiet, my head is splitting and I just suffered the indignity of being carried away from an accident by my father.

Endeavor: Carrying you was easier when you were four.

Touya: The last time you carried me is when I was four!

#my hero academia #touya todoroki #hawks #endeavor #heroes rising #ambush simulation #alternate universe #offshoot #tenko shimura #dabi #keigo takami #enji todoroki #shigaraki tomura #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #league of villains #vanguard action squad

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andypantsx3 · 11 months

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INCENDIARY | 8 | BAKUGOU KATSUKI x READER

SUMMARY: When you accidentally go viral in defense of quirkless people, an extremist group puts a target on your back. Pro hero Dynamight is the last person you want watching it. TAGS/WARNINGS: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, light hurt/comfort, themes of discrimination, canon typical violence, smut, aged up characters, fem pronouns + afab reader, 18+ mdni LENGTH: 3k, FIC MASTERLIST

For a few seconds, nothing made sense.

There was a rush of heat over your skin, skin-meltingly hot, and an arm around your waist. Then an explosion blew out all the sound around you. Your ears rang, and your hands scrabbled for purchase in Bakugou’s uniform as you were violently jerked backwards.

A rush of cooler air met your skin, and you realized you’d been pulled out of the car just as you watched it swerve and hit a light pole, the glass of the passenger windows shattering. You couldn’t hear the crunch of metal over the muffled ringing in your ears, but you could see the side of the car wrap around the pole, could imagine the metal squealing and screaming.

You were jerked out of the way again just as another rush of flame went flaring past you, so hot it felt like it had singed your skin, Bakugou’s arm curling around you as he aimed an explosion into the flames to blow you clear.

It was a testament to his strength and control that he was able to maneuver you with one arm, even as the two of you twisted midair, holding you tight against him as he caught his balance, bracing to steady you as you tripped wildly over yourself. He yanked you behind a parked car, blocking any clear shot at you, leveling a hand over the roof. Your hands still fisted in his uniform, you whipped around for the source of the flames—

Only to find him clearly, grinning wildly in the middle of the street, watching you over the top of the car.

Matsui looked just like the picture you’d been shown, all those months ago in the police station. He was plain, with dark eyes, thick dark brows and wisps of curly black hair. He might have been any other salaryman in the country, except for the naked hate that hung off his features as plainly as his clothes from his wiry shoulders.

Your heartbeat thudded against Bakugou’s chest, your nails digging crescents into the material of his uniform as a cold thrill of fear went down your spine.

And Matsui wasn’t alone. A jolt went through you as you noticed another figure beside him—a figure you’d last squared off against over the prickly grass of your campus lawn.

It was one of the QRAs. He seemed to be missing his other friends from that night, as the YouTube video you’d rewatched had made it clear you’d been yelling at three men the evening this had all started. And you were at least gratified to note he looked nervous, small and sweating, but the same hatred glowed clear across face.

It was funny, that all these months later, you had never actually learned his name. He was just some faceless jerk to you, a symptom of a cultural disease.

Bakugou’s voice in your ear, slightly muffled, notified you that your hearing was slowly returning to you. “—eyes on Matsui,” he was growling, and you realized he was speaking into an earpiece. “Some other fucking chump is with him, quirk unknown—”

But you knew it. You remembered from the comments of the video that had started this all: my guy out here with a pencil-sharpening quirk and he thinks he’s genetically superior.

“It’s—he can square the tip off of cylindrical objects,” you said, your voice slightly too loud in your own ears. “He was on my campus.”

A blonde eyebrow went up, but Bakugou quickly relayed the info, his eyes never leaving the pair in the middle of the street. “Get Monoma on the fucking cylinder idiot, I’ll get Matsui,” he finished. His mouth went hard as he seemed to listen to something back, grunting in return.

“Alright brat,” he said, turning to you. His tone seemed just a little bit clearer, the gravel in it pronounced. “Genius Office has a bunch of heroes on the way, not that we’re gonna need them for two fucking idiot civilians. Our backup is just a few streets that way,” he gestured in the direction of Matsui and the pencil sharpener guy. “I need you to get around them and make a run for them while I cover you. Can you do that for me?”

Your heart pounded in your throat, and your legs went weaker at the idea of moving out from behind the car. But Matsui had just torched one car—you were sure he’d be at it again in a minute.

You gathered yourself up, nodding. “Yeah. I can.”

At least Bakugou had been putting you through the paces this week so you had some level of exercise under your belt. You suddenly wished you’d had more, though. “I can run,” you said, to reassert yourself.

“Good girl,” Bakugou said, scarlet eyes flickering down to you momentarily. A little smirk touched his mouth, like he knew what he was doing.

You were embarrassed when a feeling like determination surged through you, your body responding to him even at a time like this. You let go of your death grip on his hero costume, testing your legs out under you. Somehow, the burn of your face was helping distract you from the weak, jelly-like consistency of your knees.

A spurt of flame made you jump, but it was just Matsui shaking out his hands, grinning at you over the roof of the car. He seemed to like that he’d scared you, and the guy with the pencil sharpening quirk laughed, pleasure twisting his thin mouth.

“Come on out, drunk girl,” Matsui finally crooned, his tone soft and medial. The sound of his voice made your skin crawl, and you suddenly wished for the deafening ring of Bakugou’s explosions again. “You think you’re my equal, don’t you? Weren’t you just on your way to tell the whole world that? Come on out and show me, little girl. Come out and show everyone how equal we are.”

The little pencil sharpener next to him looked smug, as though his quirk was any match up to Matsui’s either. You glowered at him, lip automatically curling.

“Just fucking run, brat,” Bakugou told you. “‘M gonna rip his intestines out right through his asshole, you’re not gonna wanna see it.”

A horrible little gurgling laugh escaped you. It was reassuring, Bakugou’s confidence. Fear still tingled down your spine but you thought if you started, you’d be able to keep running.

“Tell me when to go,” you breathed, testing your step again.

“Start running left as soon as I get out over this car,” Bakugou commanded. “He’s just some overpowered internet troll, he’s not combat trained. He’ll take the shot at me as soon as he sees me move and it’s gonna hit the right side of the car. It’ll block his visibility and you can get behind that bus stand before he’s done.”

You nodded. “And then?”

“As soon as he takes his next shot you keep going and don’t stop. I’ll handle him from there. Monoma’s in range and he’ll get the cylinder fuck as soon as I can get him clear of Matsui.”

You made a noise of acknowledgement, grateful you had Bakugou’s combat experience on your side. “Okay. Okay. I think I’m ready.”

Bakugou’s gloved fingers briefly touched yours and he nodded. Then he shook out his arms, bracing them behind him. “That’s my girl,” he said, sending a devastatingly feral smirk your way.

You had just a single moment for your heart to trip over itself, a flush breaking out across your skin. And then an explosion ripped apart the pavement behind him.

Immediately, a towering column of flame whirled past and you launched yourself out from behind the car just as you saw Matsui’s figure disappear behind it. The heat distorted the air in front of you, shimmering and waving as you threw yourself through it, tearing down the street as fast as you could.

A roaring explosion from Bakugou’s direction drowned out the slap of your feet, and you slid behind the ads papering the wall of the bus stop just as Matsui’s flames dissolved into the air. You heard another volley of explosions, crackling like fireworks, loud and obnoxious and clearly designed to draw attention.

The clatter of loose gravel pinged off of the bus stand, kicked up by the force of Bakugou’s power. Some of it skidded underneath, bouncing off your shoes in a riot of dusty pebbles and chunks.

You peered back out, trying to judge when to make your next move. You caught sight of Matsui aiming another shot after Bakugou, and your grip reflexively tightened on a piece of gravel, the rough, grainy edges cutting into your fingers. You watched as Bakugou dodged some sort of projectile thrown by the pencil sharpening asshole, too, and then maneuvered quickly as Matsui’s flames blazed to life in his hands.

As you watched, a sudden, overwhelming incredulity seized you. Matsui and the little pencil man were so dedicated to the idea of their own superiority that they were willing to risk life and limb against pro hero Dynamight. Their inflated fucking egos surpassed even quirk supremacy—like they thought they needed to feel truly supreme in all things, even against the firepower of one of the most dangerous pros of all time. Even as Bakugou clearly was just drawing attention and dodging until you were clear of the situation. He was so obviously just playing with them.

It was insane. It was stupid—they were so fucking stupid. They were so unbelievably full of themselves, and a white hot feeling choked you, all-encompassing in its intensity.

A certainty gripped you, like the memory of that night on campus when you’d first encountered the pencil sharpener QRA. It was so reductive, the idea of measuring yourself against someone based on arbitrary traits like strength or quirks. It was the ideology of a child, of an idiot, of someone so insecure in their own place in the world that they needed to dig people out of their own places so they could be insecure too.

But people were better than that. People could learn to be better than that, like Bakugou.

If anyone was lesser in this world, it wasn’t quirkless people. It was people who let themselves act lesser like this in their desire to be more, instead of confronting the reality of their own character.

And you had already proved you were not the type of girl who could keep taking things lying down.

Before you knew what you were doing, your grip was tightening on the piece of gravel. Your vision squared in on Matsui and the QRA, and your arm drew back, hefting the gravel in your hand. And then in a wild fit of emotion, you sent it arcing through the air, spiraling tightly, a messy but certainty-fueled throw.

It hit the pencil guy square in the back of the neck, knocking him into Matsui. Matsui stumbled, and the flames at his fingertips stuttered and guttered out.

Even from a distance, you could read the surprise on Bakugou’s face. An ugly, shocked laugh suddenly escaped him. Matsui quickly staggered back to his feet, wheeling on you.

But then an explosion swept across the street, blowing Matsui and the pencil guy right into the side of a building, your distraction the only opening Bakugou needed. They hit the stone with a dull thud, sliding down in a heap together, the pencil guy letting out a groan.

Bakugou and the hero you recognized as Monoma were there in an instant, strapping quirk suppressors right around their wrists, bearing them down to the ground. As soon as they had, a flood of other heroes and officers came washing out into the street, boots quickly scuffling in their direction.

You watched as officers cordoned off the street, ushering curious civilians back into their homes, and began to document the damage Matsui had caused. Several squad cars and an ambulance rolled into view, their lights sending flashes off of the surrounding windows, and Matsui and the pencil QRA were bundled away into them.

An officer came over to take a statement from you, and you fumbled your way through an explanation, mind still churning. You’d ended it. For all the talk about the superiority of their power, all it had taken was a wild throw from you to make both Matsui and the QRA stumble. All it had taken was the strength of your conviction to give Bakugou the opportunity to disable them for good.

Bakugou stalked over as soon as he’d given his own report, tearing off his gloves with his teeth and stowing them on his belt. His hair was a little windswept, and there was soot along the hinge of his jaw, but he was otherwise unharmed, not even a single burn through the fabric of his uniform. He glowed with the flush of a fight, of a job well done, and you thought he had never looked quite so handsome.

“Nice shot, princess,” he told you, flashing you a wicked white smile, sending a searing heat pooling in your stomach. “Thought I told you to run though.”

But he didn’t seem angry, because then his calloused fingers came up to take your chin, and he seized your mouth in a hard kiss.

You felt yourself flush all the way down to your toes, kissing him back eagerly. You were heady with your own success, with the way Bakugou had looked at you.

“We’re gonna be late for the interview,” you said when he finally let your mouth free.

Bakugou looked momentarily like he would rather bear you back off into the safehouse than let you go to the interview. And you did plan to thank him incredibly thoroughly for the save, once you’d made it back into some semblance of privacy together.

But you had things to say, still. Things to say now especially that you’d shut down a couple more internet trolls so handily. Now that you’d proven the ferocity of their ideology didn’t hold up in the real world—not when regular, everyday people like you had something to say about it.

“Always running that fucking mouth, brat,” Bakugou said, but his tone was nothing but appreciative. He set upon a nearby officer with alacrity, commandeering him and his car to shuttle you over to the studio, stuffing himself in after you resolutely.

He kept a hand on you the entire way, and stalked after you down the halls of the studio, sending the hordes of producers and production assistants into a frenzy. When they finally let you out of hair and makeup after scrubbing all the street grime off of you, he watched you carefully, those eyes hot on you as you settled into the chair opposite your interviewer, his mouth quirked up in a ferociously appreciative smirk.

The interviewer greeted you, and you answered her back, feeling safe and warm and secure under your boyfriend’s watch. And then the interview began, and she prompted you carefully, the same questions you’d been running over in your head for days.

“We’ve asked you here today for commentary on the cultural barriers that quirkless people like yourself face, and the National Diet’s efforts in passing a bill that would help tackle these issues,” she said, nodding at you warmly. “Is there anything you think is especially important for people to know about what it’s like to be quirkless in a society like ours?”

You took a breath in, and reviewed your answer determinedly. You’d bash quirk supremacy the way you had Matsui, like it was a neck and you were a bit of gravel, kicked up in all the fighting.

You leaned in and ran your mouth like you always did. This time, with nothing but firm resolution, assurance, and one admittedly hot, supportive boyfriend behind you.

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pagesfromthevoid · 1 year

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Cowboy Like Me | d.d.| 14

Don Djarin x princess!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Canon violence. Fucking FLUFF

Author’s Note: Thanks for all the love. This is it! This isnt the end I lied Jk. Listen to Getaway Car if you’re inclined <3333

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The Way

There was no time to treat her wound, leaving it exposed to the elements as they tore through the capital city of Senex. The speeder bike was easily commandeered from someone at the party, allowing Din and his princess to escape as Han and Leia distracted Calisto and Gideon. Several party goers joined the fight as well, supporting their princess and her attempts to escape. But many evacuated, allowing for the two to sneak out with the crowd.

The Crest was not far off, allowing for them to get a headstart on their getaway. But Din knew better than to assume they were safe; they were far from it. Storm troopers were hot on their trail, though he had the advantage of the Crest being hidden away. They were together, however, and that’s all Din cared about as they skid to a stop outside the Crest. With the ship’s hatch opened and ready for them, he hopped off the bike and took her good hand, leading her into the ship.

“We need to get off this planet,” Din announced, flipping switches in the cockpit of the ship.

“Really? I thought we’d get married in the fields,” she retorted, sliding into her own seat.

He rolled his eyes under the helmet, handing Grogu to her once she was strapped into the seat. “We can’t go back to Sorgan; it’ll be the first place they look.”

“Or Nevarro –I’m certain your bounty hunter friend wouldn’t be thrilled with us.”

“We need to find the other Mandalorians,” he settled, starting the engines of the ship.

Blaster fire suddenly rained down on the ship, and she ducked down over Grogu to protect him. Din looked over at her, frowning deeply as he pushed the ship to take off, but the damn thing was too old for it’s own good sometimes. The engines were too cool, and with Calisto and Gideon’s men trying to keep them down –Din had to take the offensive.

“You know how to fly?” He asked, standing from his seat.

She gave a half-hearted shrug. “Kind of. My father tried teaching me, but our ships were newer –,”

“Doesn’t matter,” he pointed out, motioning at each control and explaining the purpose of each one. She watched closely, moving out of her seat and into his. If their lives weren’t in danger, it would have been a hell of a sight. “When I say, you need to get us into the air.”

“What are you doing?” She demanded as he started climbing down the ladder. “Din, you cannot take on a squad by yourself.”

“Didn’t you tell Calisto I’d like my odds?”

“I was trying to scare her. Not encourage you.”

He waved her off, climbing down into the hull. Opening the armory, Din pulled out several grenades and attached them to his belt then took out his pulse rifle, looking it over for a moment. Then, he opened the hatch on the roof of the Crest, climbing up and keeping his feet hooked into the ladder.

“Can you hear me?” He asked through the comms, into the cockpit.

“Uh, I can, yes,” she responded, though her voice sounded muffled through the speakers. “The engine is still heating up. Please be careful, Din.”

He didn’t respond, instead opting to lower himself against the metal of his ship and take aim. As the chaos of the troopers shooting raged around him, he tried to remain calm and focused. Din knew that his skills were the only thing standing between them getting out of Senex alive. As he fired shot after shot, he could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. This was what he was born to do - to fight, to protect, to survive. And he would not stop until everyone trying to hurt his clan was taken down.

“How’s that engine looking?” He asked as a trooper dropped onto the roof of the ship and swung a boot into Din’s face. He grabbed their ankle and dropped them though, shoving a knife into their leg and shoving them off the roof.

“Almost there,” she promised as the ship began to shake with preparation. “I’d hold onto something if I were you.”

Din couldn’t, given the situation at hand, but he appreciated the concern as he aimed at the speeder bike that was barreling towards him. One calculated shot later and the bike –and two others –were blown up and the Crest was taking off into the air. He thanked the Maker as he dropped back into the ship, shutting the hatch, and rushed back into the cockpit.

Grogu was sitting in her seat, hands in the air as she pushed the throttle forward and the ship took off over the capital city. Din hovered behind her, hand gripping the back of the seat as he pushed various buttons and prepared to exit the atmosphere. But other new ships were appearing around them; Imperial ships that he was certain belonged to Gideon.

Din's heart sank as he realized how outnumbered they really were. While he knew a clean getaway was a long shot, he should have known better than to assume Gideon wouldn’t have brought an army of his own. He quickly assessed their situation, trying to come up with a plan of action.

"We’ve got company,” he said, his voice low and urgent in her ear.

"I see them," she replied, her hands moving deftly over the controls as she tried to evade the incoming ships.

Din activated the ship's weapons systems, ready to defend themselves if necessary. He knew that they were outnumbered, but he wasn't going down without a fight. As they flew through the sky, lasers from the Imperial ships streaked past them, narrowly missing their ship.

"We can’t fight them, Din,” she pointed out as he took control of the ship’s blasters.

“We don’t need to fight them if we can distract them,” he offered as reassurance, turning the ships guns on the Imperial fleet that was catching up to them.

But the ship needed to gain more speed if they were going to jump into hyperspace, and he needed it to last long enough against Gideon and Calisto’s forces to do that. Din gritted his teeth as he fired the ship's weapons at the incoming Imperial fleet. He knew that their best chance of survival was to distract them long enough to make the jump to hyperspace. But he also knew that their weapons weren't strong enough to hold off the Imperial forces forever.

"We need to go faster," he said, his eyes scanning the control panel for any way to increase their speed. "Can you give me more power to the engines?"

“I don’t think so,” she admitted, looking over the panel herself with a deep frown. “Din, I-I don’t know if we’ll get out of here alive.”

“We will,” he promised, returning his attention to the fleet that was on top of them.

“Din, tell me the vows,” she insisted, her hand reaching out to grab his arm.

“No,” he snapped, looking down at her for a moment. “No, not like this.”

Din felt a surge of energy as the ship's engines roared to life, propelling them forward at an incredible speed –the engines were finally catching up to the urgency that engulfed the cockpit. While the Imperial ships were caught off guard by their sudden burst of speed, Din took the chance to pick off a few more of the fleet.

But the Imperial fleet was relentless, and their ships were quickly closing in on them. Din knew that they had to make the jump to hyperspace soon, or it would be too late.

“Tell me the vows,” she demanded again as a blast hit the side of the ship, too close to the engines for comfort. She yanked on the exposed part of his arm, drawing his attention to her. Her eyes were watery with unshed tears. “Marry me, Din Djarin.”

The dawning realization that they might actually not make it hit him hard, and he couldn’t argue. “Repeat after me, okay?” Din remained focused on firing the weapons as he spoke. “Mhi solus tome, we are one when together”

“Mhi solus tome,” she repeated, eyes locked on the ships that she was maneuvering around. “We are one when together.”

“Mhi solus dar'tome,” he continued, bracing against the controls as another round of shots hit the ship. “We are one when parted.”

“Mhi solus dar'tome,” she closed her eyes for a moment as Grogu cried out, as if he knew something was going wrong; that they were on more danger than ever before. “We are one when parted.”

“Mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde,” Din concluded, looking down at her finally as one of the engines stuttered. “We will share all, we will raise warriors."

“Mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde,” she finished, looking up at him now as well. “We will share all, we will raise warriors.”

Din couldn’t pinpoint why it felt right to marry her right there, in the middle of battle, but it did. Perhaps it was the adrenaline pumping through his veins, or the realization that life was precious and fleeting. Maybe it was the way she stood by his side, fearless and determined. Whatever the reason, Din knew he couldn't let her go.

“Kiss me, Din.”

His heart almost broke, realizing now that they were married –and very well could be dying at any second. But he nodded, finally abandoning his post at the weapons control. His hands here on his helmet, hesitant for just a moment, before he lifted it and set it down. Decades of wearing the helmet, not showing a single living thing what he looked like –all abandoned now as he faced his wife for the first time.

She stared up at him with wide eyes, the tears finally falling as she reached up to touch his cheek. Her touch was warm against his face, where her fingers stroked the scars that had settled there. Blood still caked her nails, but her wound was wrapped and he had to look away. He could see the worry in her eyes, but he also saw the trust and love that she held for him. He leaned in slowly, savoring the moment, before finally pressing his lips against hers. It was a gentle kiss, but it held a depth of emotion that words could not express. For a moment, the fight around them faded away, and all that existed was the two of them, locked in a tender embrace.

But the ship still rocked from gunfire, reminding them that the end felt too close. They pulled away from one another just barely, foreheads resting against one another. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling as her eyes traced over his face, taking in everything she could. He had never felt so exposed, yet so liberated. It was as if he had shed a heavy burden that he had been carrying for so long. He reached up and cupped her cheek, staring deeply into her eyes. There was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to express, but the words eluded him. Instead, he simply leaned in and kissed her again, pouring all of his emotions into the tender touch of his lips.

“Falcon to Crest, do you copy?”

Both of them looked to the comms, then at each other before finally pulling away. His helmet slipped back on, ensuring it was only her who would ever see him.

“This is Crest,” Din announced, leaning against the control panel.

“It’s Han,” the pilot explained, and gunfire could be heard in the background. “Leia and I are holding them off –got a handful of Senex fighters on your side out here.”

He looked to her, then back out the window of the Razor Crest. “You hold them off and we can get out of here.”

“That hunk of junk can hit hyperspace?” Han ribbed, and Din knew the man was smirking. “Gotta love classics.”

“Gideon got away,” Leia pointed out, voice gravelly through the comms. “So did Calisto. But if you get to the Outer Rim again, you should be safe for a while.”

“If you’re gonna jump, now is the time,” Han warned as Din moved her from the pilot’s seat and took over again. “Good luck with whatever the hell it is you two are up to.”

She laughed and Din glanced at her, smiling beneath his helmet. With his hands on the controls, Din hit the switch and pushed the throttle forward –the jump to hyperspace knocking them both back into their seats. As the stars streaked by in their blur, Din felt a sense of relief wash over him. The battle was over, at least for now. They had emerged victorious, and for the first time in what felt like ages, he allowed himself to relax.

Beside him, his wife let out a contented sigh, her hand reaching out to take his. He laced his fingers through hers, relishing the warmth and comfort of her touch.

“I can’t believe we did it,” she whispered, taking a deep breath as she looked up at him.

Din turned to her, his heart full. “It’s not over yet,” he reminded her gently, taking his hand back for just a moment. She watched in curiosity as he lifted his helmet, revealing himself once more to her. “But whatever is out there –we’ll handle it.”

She stared at him again, slowly standing from her seat. Her hands –covered in dried blood and streaks of sweat –reached for his face. For a long time, she simply stood above him, eyes and fingers tracing over his features. One hand held his jaw as the other ran over the bridge of his nose, up to his brow and over his eyes. Her thumb skated over his cheek, against the stubble that had grown over the last several weeks.

“You have brown eyes,” she whispered, both hands now resting on his jaw to hold his gaze. “You have brown eyes and you are so beautiful.”

He’d never been called beautiful before, and the compliment made his heart ache as he reached up to hold onto her wrists. Her touch was warm and gentle, and it sent a shiver down his spine.

For a moment, they just looked at each other, lost in the intensity of their emotions. It was as if they were the only two people in the galaxy and nothing else mattered except the connection they shared.

Finally, Din broke the silence. "I love you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled at him, a soft and genuine expression. "I love you too," she promised, her voice barely more than a breath. “I get to look at you for the rest of my life.”

Din felt his heart swell with love for her. He knew that he had found something special, something worth fighting for. And no matter what the future held, he was determined to keep her by his side. As they soared through the galaxy, her touch on his skin, Din felt a sense of hope for the first time in a long time.

Grogu cooed suddenly, drawing their attention to him. He held his arms up and she laughed again, lifting him into her arms. Din took off his gloves, tossing them to the side, so he could run his thumb over their child’s face.

The future was uncertain; there were still threats out there. People hunting them down. But with his princess and their child with him —he knew this would be The Way.

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armins-main-hoe · 6 months

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HEYYYYYYYYYYYYY HOPE YOUR DOING WELLLLLLLLLLL 😋

ANYWAYYYYYYYY THE BAKUGO WITH SISTER READER ABSOLUTELY CAUGHT MY ATTENTION!!!

CAN I REQUEST A REQUEST OF ALL REQUESTS THAT Y/N GETS HERSELF IN LOTS OF SHIT- LIKE MAYBE SHES GOING THROUGH A LIFE THREATENING SITUATION, AND LIKE- I JUST WANT BAKUGO’S REACTION TO THE NEWS AND HOW’D HE REACT WHEN SHE COMES BACK ALL BLOODY AND BRUISED 😆 THXXXXXX MAKE TO TO DRINK FOOD AND EAT WATER!!!

OFC!!!

You take in the sight before you, the city was a ruin. Hardly any signs of life or civilisation left anymore. With so many villains out on the run now, Japan is a mess. Heroes have died during the Paranormal Liberation War. Its been a while since then, Midoriya left UA. UA sends training heros out with pro heros on patrol throughout the city to catch any villains out causing any more damage than what's already been done.

Thats what you're doing right now. Jumping down from a roof, you walk through the ruins, looking out for any remaining survivors or danger. It has been a hell of a journey to get where you are now, not that it's one you can say you're proud of considering exactly where you are right now. However, if you were to count the positives, you got a lot more battle experience than any previous hero-in-training in history and thats made you and your brother one scary duo.

Too bad the two of you still prefer to work solo, if given the choice. As students, the two of you have grown a lot, admittedly, there still is a lot of space left for growth but considering what you were before you entered UA, you've come far. You used to be a bitch. A real snarky bitch and to be fair you might still be considered a bitch. Just far more understanding and wary of others around you now. Your brother has gone through similar changes. Still hot-tempered but he takes others into consideration before his actions.

As for your bond as brother and sister, it's still a working progress. You would describe your relationship with your brother as a classmate rather than a sibling. The arguments are still there, the constant competition is also still there. Yet you can tell there is much more peace between you both than before, its just still not as visible.

"Look at what we got here." A deep rough voice pulled you out of your thoughts as you look at the person who spoke. No. Not person. A villain.

He was a tall man, with worn out clothes. His hair tied back into a bun with strands falling out. Though what was most noticeable about the villain was the large scar running down from his forehead to his chest where the top few buttons of his shirt were lost.

You immediately brace yourself in a fighting stance, your gaze hardens as you sneer at him.

The man laughs at you. "I can't believe they've got kids to come do their dirty work. Whats a little bitch like you gonna do? Huh?" He taunts you.

You should be careful, you don't know his quirk yet.

He steps forward, lifting a fist up. His body grows as ,what you can only assume, metal spikes appear out of his skin. He starts running towards you, aiming to hit you with a fist. You easily propel yourself upwards int o the air by blasting the ground below yourself. He makes a tisk sound while catching himself from stumbling. You then send a blast towards him.

However, he blocks it with the hard metal coming out from his body.

"Well aren't you annoying?" You mumble.

You continue to fight him. You're blasts would break his spikes but he would regenerate them just as quickly. You kept focusing on your explosions, trying to put as much force in them as you can, but not enough to kill him and trying to dodge his constant attacks was putting your stamina to test after 25 minutes.

You caught yourself slipping up, taking hits from the villain. You breath out your fury, trying to calm yourself down so you can concentrate again. You spit out the blood in your mouth before sending the most powerful blast yet at him.

It knocks him down, sending him crashing into a the remaining ruin of a building. You wait a few seconds, to see if he would stand back up. After he still laid down you slowly began to walk towards him.

After confirming that he was knocked out, you let out a sigh, frown still on your face.

'Katsuki would have been able to have knock him down quicker', you tell yourself. 'I should have done better'.

You hear someone call out your name and you turn to see its the pro hero you were grouped under. She visibly winces when she sees you.

"Damn girl, how many hits did you take?" She asks, pulling out a pocket radio and then speaking into it. "Bakugo down, sending her back to UA."

Your eyes widen. "What? I'm not down!" You argue. No. You want to stay. You need to stay.

The pro hero puts her radio back into her pocket. She shook her head before taking your arm. "You're in no condition to fight more today." Behind you the other hero students are picking up the villain to take him away.

"Yes I am!" You fight back, pulling your arm away from her.

She looks at you sternly. "A hero knows when to fall back. If you fight another villain in this condition you'll do more harm than good."

Was the damage that bad? You look down at yourself, blood was seeping through your hero suit, it was torn at places, places where spikes had gone through your body. You then look at the ground around you, you left a trail of blood wherever you went.

"Come on." The pro hero spoke softer now, gently tugging you along with her.

As soon as you stepped into the infirmary, you had ignored the looks you got from other students. You had avoided walking through the crowd of the public who were taking refuge in UA, to avoid them seeing the one who is supposed to be saving them all beat up.

You sat on a bed, a nurse coming up to you to attend to your wounds. Its now that you stopped fighting, stopped thinking that the pain finally hit you.

And it hit you hard.

You felt as if you were dying, the nurse laid you down, she began saying something. What was she saying? You can tell that she was speaking but you couldn't hear her. A white noise took over your ears as you looked around. It looks like the nurse was shouting.

You see other people running around the room, but you then notice someone else running. Running towards you.

You're eyes close before you could look up and see who it was.

You wake up, groaning at your eyes adjusting to the light. You take in the environment around you. You're still at the infirmary, the pain no longer there. Looking over your body, someone, a nurse probably, had changed you into looser clothing, your wounds fully healed with only scars on your body in their spot.

"You're up."

You look over at your side and see Katsuki walking over to you from where he sat on the chair. His hair visibly more messy than usual, dressed in UA uniform without his tie. But his eyes, it was his eyes that made you concerned.

His twin red eyes had irritated pink skin under them, as if he had been..

"You're a fucking idiot you know that." He wants to shout, but he can't seem to raise his voice.

You sit up let your legs over the side of the bed, looking up at him.

"As if you're the one to talk." At your remark his face softens. Which is weird because usually when you talk back, matching his rude comments, he would fume and come back at you.

“You came back as a bloody mess.” He said, still glaring at you but his voice softer.

“I’m fine.” You say.

“Don’t look it to me.” He scoffs.

You roll your eyes. “Wow. Thanks for your concern kats.”

He would usually sneer and tell you off for using that nickname he finds annoying but he didn’t. Which just added to more of the uneasy feeling you were getting from him.

You stand up and he immediately pulls you in, hugging you.

"Thank god you're alive." He whispers, you feel his arms tighten around you.

You haven't hugged your brother in... well you don't know how long and you don't bother remembering as you hug him back.

“Of course I’d be alive, idiot.” You mumble back. He didn’t say much else as a reply though, he just kept hugging you and you could have sworn you heard sniffles from him. However, you didn’t feel like calling him out on it so you just let him hug you for a while longer.

Honestly, you’re just glad that you and your brother are healing, even if you had to get physically hurt for it, even if there is a chance you may not heal much before you get hurt again from this war.

You’ll take what you can get, and you’ll hold onto it for as long as you can.

#mha #my hero acedamia #bakugo twin sister #bakugo x y/n #bakugou x y/n #bakugou imagine #bakugo katuski #bnha bakugou #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #mha x reader

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clementine-thedestroyer · 6 months

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Aroura Borealis - König x reader - Part 2

Series master post - Read on Ao3

Chapter specific tags/warnings: None really, slight PDA.

The whole thing reminded you a bit of an overgrown shed.

A nice overgrown shed, but still in essence something designed for practicality, not curb appeal.

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

Please go to part 1 to read the tags and warnings (which have been added too) associated with this fic. As with last chapter, most of them don't apply to this chapter, but here's your warning that they will start to apply next chapter.

You had tried again to help with bags, picking up one you recognized as your own before starting your trek up the path, only for König to meet you halfway on his way back to the trucks.

“Here, I’ll get these for you. You go look around.” He says, intercepting you and trying to take the bag from your hands.

“No- König, let me help bring stuff in.” You say, holding the bag close, knowing that if König had his way, you’d not be allowed to help bring things in at all.

“But it’s a vacation!” König teases, taking the bag from you before turning to start walking back the way he came.

“It’s a vacation for you too!” You protest, having to take long, fast strides in order to keep pacewith König’s massive figure.

“But it’s a surprise for you! I planned it, I already know where we’re staying.” He says, and even with the scarf pulled up and his hat and hood pulled low, you can see the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. “Go look around, Schatz! It’ll be dark soon. Go choose your side of the bed and find all the coziest blankets for us, yeah? I just want you to have fun! To relax!”

You open your mouth again to retort, but König beats you to it, stopping and turning to face you at the end of the trail- where it opens up into a clearing with a small cabin and a few other structures- catching you as you nearly walk into him.

“I do this, and you can unpack later, fair?”

Reluctantly, you nod, giving in. Half the bags were brought in by now anyways, by the time you would have got him to let you help he'd probably be done anyways. And it was true that you had been excited to look around- König had hardly told you anything about where you two were staying or the trip in general.

König smiled, tilting his head slightly to the side as he looked down at you.

“Good girl.” He said, and you nearly gawk at his public use of the phrase. König seems to not think twice of it, ruffling your hair slightly through the hood of your jacket before leaving you with a light pat on the ass.

After a few steps away, he looks back at you over his shoulder, grinning and clearly pleased with himself.

“Horangi says there’s a marten den in the woods behind the cabin, you should go see if you can find her.”

You’re left standing at the mouth of the trail with a red face and stiff stance- situation only made worse when Horangi walks past you, hands stuffed deep in his pockets and giving you a mean side-eye.

The realization he heard König’s words is enough mortification for you to quickly avert your eyes and attempt a quick get away- starting towards the back of the cabin without so much as another glance at either of the two men.

You almost wanted to go straight inside and start unpacking things, just to spite König, but the the promise of a moment to yourself (along with the possibility of seeing a cute animal) was more appealing at the moment- even if for no other reason than having some time to clear your head and cool your face.

The cabin at the center of the clearing was on the smaller side, but it would be more than enough space for you and König. The exterior was painted a dark green and not much else. There was no trim around the single window or front door, and what little other color there was came in the form of wood or the galvanized metal.

The building itself was a single cell structure with a small shed to the north side. Both were topped by a slanted metal roof and the cabin had a small protruding wood stove chimney poking out of one of the upper corners of the roof.

It was raised up, not quite on stilts, but you could tell it was built for heavy snow and long winters. The only window was south facing and quite large, and there was a set of wooden steps leading up to a small porch area with black, slightly peeling traction strips laid down on them and an old, well used coir doormat in front of the door.

The whole thing reminded you a bit of an overgrown shed.

A nice overgrown shed, but still in essence something designed for practicality, not curb appeal.

When you rounded the side of the house, you found a large, metal firewood rack up against the side of the house behind the shed. The rack was mostly full and was covered by an old, well used gray tarp. There was paracord looped through the silver grommets along the tarp’s back corners and edges and tied to the short legs of the rack, while the front was simply held down by a few large logs where the tarp’s edge laid on the ground. There were also a few bungee cords stretched over the tarp, seemingly to keep the wind from catching it.

At the back of the house, close to the wood pile was what appeared to be a designated wood-splitting stump. It was relatively big with nicks from an axe littering the top and old bits of bark and slivers of wood mixed in with the snow around it. It also looked right out of a movie or some “Life Below Zero” style TV show, all it was missing was an axe stuck in the top of it.

Behind the house, there’s about 10-20 feet of clearing before the trees get too thick to easily move through. You’re not exactly sure what a marten looks like- let alone what to look for to find one’s den- but you think it’s something like a ferret or weasel.

Either way, you see no sign of one during your relatively quick and shallow walk through the edge of the treeline. You do, however, find something that looks vaguely like a trail- though you don’t follow it, opting instead to leave that sort of exploration to when you’re not running on fumes and more likely to get yourself lost than find anything interesting.

Circling around to the front, you pass by the final side of the house you’ve yet to see.

You find the building’s sole window- a big thing entirely blocked out by blackout curtains from the interior and facing out into the trees, where a small bird feeder sat on one of the closer trees.

Back at the front of the house, you find König and Horangi standing near the door. König has his back to you and Horangi’s side is to you. Both of them are in the same closed off, stiff posture you’d seen them in earlier in town- arms either crossed or stuffed deep in their pockets and backs stiff as if at attention.

As you walk towards them, you’re able to make out certain parts of their conversation despite the distance.

“Should — safe———the well.”

The words come from Horangi, judging by the movement of his jaw under his mask.

“— the solar—————enough?”

The second part comes from König- who’s even harder to hear since he’s facing away from you.

“So—————not a dumbass.”

Just as you’re getting in range to hear more than vague snippets of their conversation, Horangi sees you in his peripheral, making a small nod in your direction to König and going quiet. When König turns around, you see his serious expression slip into one of general pleasantries- furrowed brow and pursed lips quickly hidden by a smile.

“What are you guys talking about?” You ask, taking big, high steps to more easily move through the thick snow. Along the trail, the snow hadn’t been too bad. The tree canopy kept some of the snow from reaching the ground and what did reach the ground was packed down by König and Horangi before you. But in the clearing, the snow was thick and for the most part, undisturbed. It was almost up to your ankles, and you’d quickly discovered that trying to drag your feet through it and walking normally was going to leave you with sore legs and not much else.

“Nothing important.” König replied immediately, side stepping the inquiry without a second thought. “So how do you like it? Cozy, right?” He continues, placing a hand at your back when you’re close enough to direct you to his side.

“It’s nice.” You say placitivley, leaning against König’s side as he drew you close, but unable to feel any of his warmth through all the layers between you two.

König practically beams at the praise, focusing his attention on you to pinch your cheek and start going on about how he’s glad you like it, how perfect the whole trip is so far, ect.

Horangi seems mildly displeased at your interruption, although maybe more about its effect on König than your actual presence.

“Do you need anything else from me?” Horangi asks, tone flat and not bothering to wait for a break in König’s words to speak up. You can’t really blame him for being ready to leave, especially considering that König seemingly has no qualms with PDA in front of the man.

“You can go.” König says, dismissing Horangi with a wave and no more than a glance. König doesn’t seem to care at all about the potential rudeness of the gesture, but neither does Horangi- who simply turns and starts his walk down the trail, completely unbothered.

Before you can think about it more, you’re swept up into a König-tornado: a rare event where König’s excitement to do or show you something leads to you occasionally being dragged along if you fail to keep up. In this case, it’s about showing you the interior of the cabin.

The second Horangi is gone, König takes your hand and practically drags you up the wooden steps to the cabin.

“Let me show you inside, Schatz.” He says, herding you inside before shutting the heavy door behind you two. “I put our bags by the foot of the bed, we can unpack them after we start some food and a fire.” König says, roughly pulling open velcro of the zipper cover on his windbreaker open and unzipping the jacket with a sharp zip noise before yanking off his hat and scarf.

His hair is messy from being under a hat all day- all you want to do is run your fingers through it, even if only to mess it up further- and his cheeks are tinted a light pink from the cold outside.

It was nice to see his face again. Despite spending the entire day together to get here, you’d hardly seen him without either a face mask or some other face covering since you two left home. It makes sense- airports were very public places, but it still made something inside you happy to see him so relaxed around you.

The cabin’s interior turns out to be mostly 1 room, with only one small room separated by a wall.

Of the main room, one corner had clearly been designated as a kitchen with a sink, countertop oven, hotplate, a landline marked “for emergencies”, and a few cupboards, while another held a small couch, quilt rack, coffee table, small wood rack, and a black wood stove with a metal chimney going up and through the ceiling. The rest of the space was separated by a large, partially drawn burgundy curtain that seemed to block off a bedroom type space.

In general, it was nice- cozy and comfortable in a way that felt warm and inviting even as a new space. Most everything’s either some form of wood or black metal, with occasional dark pops of color like the curtain.

In the entryway, there’s a small rug, a hinged bench that appears to be some sort of shoe chest, and a row of hooks on the wall where König hangs up his snowgear and motions for you to do the same.

König is already on his way to the pile of bags nearby as you do so, making sure to leave the entryway rug under the jackets and boots to catch any drips of water from the snow on your clothes melting.

The cabin wasn’t quite warm- in fact, it’s not at all, really. The only thing it had going for it over the outdoors was a lack of wind and some insulation. Even though you still had your hat and undermost jacket on, you still felt cold.

You follow König to the pile of bags, starting to look through them and formulate a plan for unpacking as he pulls the big curtain to the side, only to notice König frowning down at you.

“Are you cold?” He asks.

You look at the man in nothing but a compression tee and khakis in front of you and asking if you’re cold- slightly dumb founded.

“Are you not??” You ask, looking up at him with an incredulous expression.

He seemingly thinks for a moment, eyes staring ahead blanket before he seemingly comes to a conclusion.

“I guess it would be cold in here.” He says, starting to walk towards the wood-stove in the corner. “Sorry Schatz, I guess they don’t keep the heat running in the offseason- I’ll start a fire.” He says, ruffling your hair on his way past, his tone slightly lighter.

“Please.” You affirm, watching him for a moment as he walks away before going back to unpacking.

For about the next hour you unpack you and König’s things into the various draws and shelves available to you. As you do that, König first starts a fire before announcing he’s going to bring in more wood and make sure the power is fully on.

As you unpack, you find that the only room in the cabin- aside from the main room- was a small bathroom with a combination bath shower, toilet, sink, and some cabinet space. You find some towels, washcloths, and even some basic pads and tampons under the sink (and you decide you actually quite like Horangi at that, even if the feeling’s not mutual). You also find a large first aid kit in the bathroom, and you end up putting the (massive) one König brought next to it- along with the rest of you two’s bathroom stuff in one of the two drawers.

You also find that the area behind the curtain was in fact a bedroom, with a large bed shoved against the walls with a heavy comforter, assortment of pillows, and extra blankets over the foot board. There was a small night stand on the side of the bed not against the wall- which, you could already tell König would claim as his own- and a window above the other side. The window itself was covered by heavy black out curtains, and when you nudged one aside and wiped away the condensation from the glass, you had a perfect view of the bird feeder and forest. Finally, there was also a set of drawers and a rug beside a wardrobe past the bed’s foot.

By the time you were done, König had come back inside and the house had warmed up enough for you to take off your hat and unzip your jacket. Dinner that night was a box of Mac and cheese made in a pot you found in one of the bottom cabinets and the hot plate from the back of the counter. The meal was spent cuddled up on the couch with König in front of the fire and watching a show you’d downloaded on your laptop ahead of time.

All in all, you were enjoying yourself. It was nice to finally be able to relax for once. The cold weather and short days were going to provide the perfect excuse to sleep in late and cling to König, who- being the bear of a man he was- made a great personal heater, and the cabin really was homey, you already felt comfortable there despite the short time frame. König was right, this was a great idea- you just needed to be comfortable letting someone else make the plans and handle things for once.

When you two do go to sleep, you do so bundled up under a mass of blankets and curled up against König’s chest, feeling safer and more relaxed than you have in a good long while. It’s perfect, and you’d live in this moment forever if you could- or at least try to keep your eyes open just a bit longer to savor it- but you’re too tired to do much, and it’s hardly a minute before you’re out cold.

Only to wake up in a cold sweat not even half past midnight.

#fem!reader #könig x reader #könig #könig call of duty #könig x you #konig x reader #könig cod #fem reader #cod modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #konig call of duty

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This is a snippet of the Twister imagine (also the Reader-ish OFC / Dusty thing). It is very much written quickly and a literal play-by-play of how it was unfolding in my head in real-time. So not really structured as properly as a regular fic. Part of me WANTS to flesh it out properly for a fic but I also feel that if I try to it might just never happen where if I release it this way at least SOMETHING will get put out.

Anyway, this is how I introed it in my drafts:

I am in the mood for a fluffy, summery imagine so here's something (note - it's actually just me writing out the daydream I was having earlier) (note 2 - there is absolutely hints of 'reader' and dusty crushing on each other) (And here's another note - I ended up putting a read more cut due to length, I didn't realize this would be so long also it gets VERY Dusty/FReader under the cut all hints out the window really lol You know the 'only one bed' trope? yeah it's that, except there's only one shower oops - but there's nothing explicit sorry friends):

If you're interested I'd love feedback on if you'd prefer it to be released in ANY format (as in this style being ok or actual fleshed out story) OR if you're only really interested in a fully fleshed out / polished format. Again, I'll be honest, this might be the only thing I have motivation for (and it is still taking me some time) so IDK how a more "polished" thing would go BUT I am still interested in feedback. Or if you like where it's going or whatever. I'm considering switching from F!Reader to OFC if its more polished but that's not set in stone either. All of this is a lot of scenery so far. lol

INTRO TO FIC/IMAGINE/SOMETHING BELOW:

You're in the pool, at first sitting on the bench between Haynes and Laurence; she's reading a trashy gossip magazine (she would otherwise be on her phone doing the same thing but she's not one to bring valuable electronics around the pool even if they're water resistant), and he's got a book and nearby a waterproofed go-pro. Eventually you do decide to journey off the bench and begin simply walking a circle in the shallow-end. After about twenty minutes of what is basically your attempt at water-based exercise just for the heck of it you start feeling even warmer than when you'd first gotten in so you decide to actually submerge yourself up to your neck and explore the deep end; swimming back and forth between there and the shallow end. Every so often you sing softly along with the music but not loud enough for anyone to really hear.

Off the shallow-end on the deck Jo is getting in some sun on one of the lounge chairs. She's wearing brown-tinted sunglasses that, thanks to how dark they are, anyone could easily assume she was asleep but knowing Jo she's keenly aware of what everyone's doing. On the lounge chair next to her is Melissa (because I like to imagine they could all be adults and remain friends despite all the events they been through). Melissa, like you, is wearing oversized sunglasses. She has accented her swimsuit with a large sunhat. She has a novel in hand and her work cell on the table between her and Jo's chairs next to the pitcher of iced tea that is dripping with condensation. Melissa's glass is nearly empty where Jo's sits half full next to her almost empty bottle of Twisted Tea.

Over at the gazebo Bill, Joey, and Preacher sit, each with their own bottles of beer in hand. They're having a conversation but between the music and their distance from you, the sounds of the water as you swim through it, and the shouts from the rest of the gang the only bits of their discussions you can hear are their intermittent bursts of laughter. Scattered around the tables under the metal roof were bottles and cans of different beers and sodas belonging to the men otherwise unaccounted for by the pool and in the gazebo.

On the opposite side of the pool, the farther side of the yard, the open grassy area is being utilized by the rest of the group. The volleyball net had been taken down and gently placed along the fence to make room for a game of touch football. Dusty and Beltzer VS Rabbit and Sanders. This group was particularly raucous. Laughter, shouts of playful jabs, whoops of celebration, expletive exclamations of defeat and disagreement over calls. Occasionally one of them would call over to the gazebo group demanding a referee call - often answered by Joey who was paying slightly more attention to the amateur football game than his conversation buddies but occasionally answered by Bill if the debate was getting too heated.

At some point in your playlist the new Luke Combs song, Ain't No Love in Oklahoma, comes on which gets some of the group singing along, none more so than Dusty and Beltzer, however. The sound of them shouting along the words almost drowned out the actual audio from the speakers. It made you, Haynes, and Jo crack subtle little smiles. Jo because she enjoyed seeing her group having a good time, Hayne's because she enjoyed seeing Beltzer have a good time and found his singing enjoyable, and you because you enjoyed seeing Dusty having a good time and always thought it was cute when he would get so into things and just be fully and unapologetically himself; loud, fun, goofy, sweet - all of it.

#twister 1996 #twister #twister movie #dustin “dusty” davis #dusty davis #i am tagging him because of the developing #dusty x reader #that originally was going to be a hint but turned out to be hinted at in the same way a train hints at a car that its too close to the trac #by slamming into it at full speed #“like comment subscribe” because i wanna do this in a way people like and not just write into the void lol

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honeybunsart · 4 months

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How Buck Dies

Tw: Death (obvs), Suicide, Underage Smoking / drinking, murder, weed, sappy love story, ghosts

the “she” is Caroline and Wesley is his bestfriend for some context

Buck was created with the soul purpose to die. His life was to carry this story forward. To end the story he needed to die.

hey y’all sorry this is lowkey dark but idk i want to share this masterpiece.

credits to me

Buck was done. Everyone he loved, well not *loved*. Kind of loved. He thought a second and a face came to his mind, really probably loved. He thought of his name. Loved. He loved them. God he loved them. They were gone.

He’s sitting there, where not too long ago he was with them, getting drunk, high, having the time of his life. Now he wanted it all to end. No one knew what happened. A fucked up accident. He looked at his hands. He could swear they were red with blood. He washed himself enought time, his skin had been raw. He was clean. He didn’t do it. *It was an accident*

That’s when he finally looked up. There he was. His best friend. He was standing there. “Wesley?” His voice was shaky. Where was his confidence? His confidence was dead. Buried in that coffin the day they put Wesley under.

“God DB, you changed.”

No he didn’t. No. No he was the same DB he has always been. That voice wasn’t real. It couldn’t have been.

“No.. no you’re dead..”

He turned to leave. He needed air. He needed to breathe. There she was. God. Did she always look like that? Was he missing something?

“Buck..”

Her voice made his skin crawl. He knew she was dead but death never looked this good. He wanted to hold her hands and smoke enough so whatever he said to her was just nonsense. He meant every word.

“Caroline I’m sorry..”

“You know what you have to do.”

The gun was never in his pocket. Had it been? It had been there the whole time. He held it up. Yeah. That’s a gun. Wow.

He thought about it. There weren’t any pros anymore. Everything was a con. And he had read that data and was done.

The cold metal against the roof of his mouth felt weird. And then, like some knee-jerk reaction, as if his finger possessed him. Like he’d done it a thousand times before. He couldn’t feel a thing.

But he could now, hold her hand

#art #artists on tumblr #original character #dean buckley #my art #writing #creative writing #writer #on writing #writeblr #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #writers #female writers #emo #angst

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rotteneldritchhorror · 1 year

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Fresafieldscenic

[PT: Fresafieldscenic]

A gender that feels or looks like the scene of a strawberry field on a bright spring day, being overlooked by a small cottage up on a hill, covered in overgrown plants, as well as a scent of strawberries and coffee.

Trespasscenic

[PT: Trespasscenic]

A gender related to “No Trespassing” signs, (typically illegal) urban exploring, abandoned places, the night, fog and misty days, cold weather, bugs common in abandoned places (such as spiders, cockroaches, flies, mosquitoes, etc), cobwebs and spiderwebs, overgrow, and/or places being reclaimed by nature.

Metalrainsoundic

[PT: Metalrainsoundic]

A gender related to the sound of rain hitting against a metal roof (or metal of any kind)

Cavedripsoundic

[PT: Cavedripsoundic]

A gender related to the sound of water dripping in a cave.

{ Photo ID help?: @liom-archive @radiomogai @mogaidescribed }

DNI: bigots, radinclus, radexclus, pro-endo, if you’re going to try and argue with me on any of these points, if you demonise mental illness, pro-transid (eg; transabled, transage, transrace, etc), proshippers/anti-anti, MAPS/NOMAPS/necro/zoo

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luckyluan · 4 months

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CHAPTER 8.2: THE CHASE

“Well, un-hepta the lock, Max, and please hurry. We got two Slender skating on our four o’clock.” Antwan quipped.

He took his husband’s instructions and jammed Bernard’s fingers against the lock four more times and the corresponding lids popped open. The sixth time, however, the keypad light did not change.

“Try a combination!” Antwan growled.

Maxim pressed Bernard’s middle and ring finger to the keypad, and it lit to a golden hue. He tapped the ring finger against the seventh lock and the touch, again, lay dormant. Maxim groaned. He fumbled to Bernard’s pinky and the final slid shot open. Maxim wasted no time. He sank his arm—to the elbow—into the depths of the case and his fingers connected with a weighty package. He pulled it out and turned under the noon day sun. The purple package was the size of a small tablet and violet paisley patterns shimmered across the matte violet exterior. Maxim tore it open, and the paisley patterns scattered like disturbed ants.

He tipped the envelope into his hand and a cold sliver of metal made his palm heavy, but he saw nothing. Maxim pressed his fingers to its invisible sides and a series of grooves revealed themselves under his roving fingertips. He flipped it over and the metal card let loose a rainbow of colors. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through its tiny gashes and the invisible card cast a single word onto the tattered tan upholstery in the backseat.

“Armistead.” recited Maxim.

“There was a metallic thud and something heavy dropped onto the top of their ride. A deep crater formed in the roof and Antwan aimed his gun at the ceiling. The second Slender landed on the hood of their vehicle and Antwan let a copper bullet fly.

“Drive!” Maxim ordered.

Antwan wrenched the key over, and they thundered into traffic. Their gnarly hood ornament bared her silver fangs and Antwan mashed on the gas. Glass flew into the cab as her head created a jagged hole in the front window.

The Bronco swerved down the two-lane street in a flurry of screeches and sparks. The slimy creature, lodged in the windshield, thrashed around violently. She hissed and Antwan pelted her temple with the butt of his gun.

“Watch the road!” Maxim scolded.

“Then shoot the bitch!” Antwan fussed.

Maxim’s hands were mashed against the sinistre’s chin, and he pushed its head up toward the rearview mirror. Antwan’s thundering punches sent the slender’s eyes rolling into the back of its head; and he steered the car over the jagged Louisiana street like a pro.

“Yup, we’re home.”

Antwan spat his words through gritted teeth as the car dipped into a pothole. The car unleashed a giant shudder and Maxim’s stomach turned when a wicked shard from the windshield buried itself in the slender’s scaly neck. Its body went limp.

“One down!” Antwan shouted.

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murumokirby360 · 6 months

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1st & 2nd Image(s) [Prologue] 📷📲: ↑

Hello, March! ☀️ If one parcel wasn't enough, how about another one? This time I ordered it from Lazada 🇵🇭🛒🌐! 📦😁 So, are you ready to reveal it, you two? Yeah, I bet! Let's go with this recorded video! 😊

My Recorded Video [edited by: Filmora 9] 🎦🎞️: ↓

My Brand New Phone case for my Tecno Spark 20 Pro - Part 1 (w/ my paper dolls) [Recorded: Feb 4th, 2024)

Okay, now that you watch the video, here's my spanking brand new phone case for my precious Tecno Spark 20 Pro! 📱🙂 So, let's review with, shall we?

And in case you've missed out on my new phone, then please → [CLICK ME!]. 😉

So, without further ado, let's get started!

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• Once again, let's transition to the photo section, shall we? Here's what it looks like after unwrapping it. It is a thick phone that will snug my Tecno smart, much like the slim counterpart (which came from the box). Unlike the latter, my new phone case had unique tricks on its sleeve (no pun intended), like a swivel metal ring that acts as a stand for portrait and landscape mode, a thin metal inside for placing the magnetic car holder (with the extra support from the aforementioned metal ring), and my favorite is this sliding piece to cover the camera lens from unwanted dust. One thing I noticed was this phone is only suited for "INF Hot 40 4G", meaning its "Infinix Hot 40 4G" smartphone. But as I said in the video, it can also fitted on my Tecno phone, as well. And for those who unaware, both Tecno Mobile and Infinix Mobile companies (as well as Itel Mobile, Carlcare, and Oraimo) were the same roof from the parent company, "Transsion Holdings" [CLICK ME!]. 📱📱😊

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• And here's side-by-side with my recent Tecno Spark 20 Pro smartphone, who still wearing the slim phone case from the box's accessories. 🙂 What do you think, you two? Are you gonna miss the gorgeous "Frosty Ivory" color? Well, I've already recorded it, though, so feel free to watch it again. Or go watch on YouTube to see that particular phone for more, with different color variants. 😊

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• Anyway, here's what it looks like after replacing the slim case. And man, it looks dope, in a good way! 😄 The holes for the speakers, ports, and fingerprint scan we're a perfect fit. Meanwhile, the back of the phone was pretty darn good, especially with that sliding piece. However, I shedding light from the LED flash while it was covered doesn't fit the bill for me. However, nobody is going to do that, right? 🤷‍♀️

Unfortunately, I have to stop here because I've got so many snapshots that won't fit than just 30 photos. But fear not, I have "Part 2", right here → [CLICK ME!].

Tagged: @lordromulus90, @bryan360, @carmenramcat, @leapant, @rafacaz4lisam2k4, @paektu, @alexander1301

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animelovelover123 · 9 months

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TodoDeku - Just For a While, Let Me Take Care of You

Synopsis: Izuku loves his job as a pro-hero, helping and taking care of people and being their hope. But with it comes a lot of pressure, much of it from himself. He has been struggling lately and he just needs some time to relax. Even just for a couple of hours, he wants to be taken care of, and he and his fiancé have a pre-established way to do just that. Tags: Daddy kink, age regression, pampering, comfort, established relationship, characters aged up,

“How could you let this happen Deku!?”

“I’m sorry.”

“14 shops, ruined. If you had dealt with that villain faster, then these people wouldn’t be coming to us for compensation.”

“I understand.”

“Tsk, just finish up your paperwork and go home early today.”

“All right, thank you.”

The moment Izuku made it back to his desk, his forehead hit the surface. Or, to be more specific, the messy stack of papers and notebooks that covered it. He curled his arms around his head to block out the other heroes and office members working around him as he tried to calm down.

It was his fault. If he had just been fast, worked a little harder, moved the civilians to safety a bit more efficiently, then those buildings wouldn’t have been damaged. Those businesses could be people's whole livelihoods and he let them get destroyed. He had become a pro hero over a year ago, he should be better than this. He should-

The ding of his phone signalling an incoming text snapped him out of his sinking thoughts. He turned his head without lifting it and watched the device for a moment, a small part of him suggesting he ignore it just to stave off any more incoming negativity. But the chances of it being an emergency or a loved one in need of something won out over his trepidation and he lifted his phone so it was on its side, and he could read the screen.

The first thing to appear was the time, 5:36 pm, and then the notification. It was a text from his fiancé, Todoroki.

Izuku sat up straight and quickly unlocked his phone. It had been a few hours since he had sent his last text, so he re-read the last couple of messages to remind himself what they had been talking about.

You forgot your lunch again.

10:14 am

Did I!? I’m so sorry, I’ve been so forgetful lately.

10:15 am

It’s all right, you don’t need to apologize.

10:17 am

Would you like me to bring it to your work? I have the day off.

10:18 am

That’s all right, I’ll just visit the convenience store.

10:18 am

Again? Haven’t you been worried about not eating right?

10:19 am

You’re right, but I wouldn’t want to make you travel to my work on your day off. You’ve been working hard as a top hero and deserve some rest.

10:22 am

I could say the same to you.

10:23 am

I’ve been worried about you Midoriya. You have been taking extra shifts, not eating right or sometimes at all, and I know you have been sneaking out at night to train. You need to rest.

10:34 am

I won’t pressure you to change if this is what you feel you need to do. But if there is anything I can do to help you relax, please let me know.

11:09 am

Could we maybe do that thing? You know…

2:47 pm

If it isn’t too much trouble.

2:47 pm

Of course. I’ll be ready for you when you get home.

5:36 pm

Thank you.

Sending

Izuku tugged off his gloves to dig through his bag for his keys to his and Todoroki’s shared apartment. When his fingertips hit the metal, it felt as cold as the icicles hanging from the edge of the roof above, making him yelp. Even though the noise he made was small, Izuku could hear the scraping of a chair from inside the apartment and the approaching steps. He rushed to try and open the door, wanting to beat his partner to it so as not to bother him, but with how dark the night was he fumbled inserting the key too many times and lost the race. The door swings open to reveal Todoroki with his usual expression which may seem emotionless, but Izuku knew him well enough to tell the subtle differences. Todoroki was happy, which was always nice to come home to.

“Midoriya, welcome back.”

“I’m home.” Izuku said out of habit as he continued to fumble with the keys he was now pointing toward his fiancé rather than the door. “Sorry about that, I almost had it.” He gave a little chuckle, hiding the nugget of regret he held for Todoroki going out of his way to open the door.

“It’s all right. Here, come in.” Todoroki stepped out of the doorway and motioned Izuku in. "Dinner will be ready soon.” He was purposely speaking in his usual cadence, knowing that it would not begin until they were out of the public eye.

Izuku mumbled a quiet “thank you” as he slipped inside. He was so distracted but removing and storing his gloves, hat, and jacket, that he barely registered the sound of Todoroki closing and locking the door beside him. In fact, his mind was so focused on the task that he was a bit startled when his bending to remove his boots was interrupted by Todoroki’s left hand gently cupping his face. He was made to look up into his fiancé’s eyes, which had softened along with his smile.

“Welcome home baby boy, I missed you.” Todoroki said, his tone lowering a bit and his voice gentle with affection. He waited a moment, not proceeding until Izuku recognized that they had started and to see if he would respond in kind.

“I… missed you too Daddy.” Izuku accepted quietly, his cold cheeks starting to warm up as he blushed. He was always like this no matter how often they did this, a bit bashful and unsure at first. This did not deter Todoroki though. If anything, it made him put forth more effort so that Izuku could realize and enjoy this special time together.

“You’re so cold, baby boy.” Todoroki noted as he used his quirk to heat the hand on Izuku’s face. “Would you like a bath?” He slid his hand from one side of Izuku’s face to the other, warming the other side with the back of his fingers.

“No thank you.” Izuku said after a brief pause for thought. “I just want…” He hesitated, feeling a bit shy and selfish for wanting to request something that was actually simple. Todoroki understood right away.

“Of course I can hold you.” His tone was soft and reassuring to hopefully impart how Izuku’s desires were nothing to hesitate for. “I’ll take care of you.”

Just hearing those words was enough to make Izuku’s heart flutter and his shoulders feel lighter. All day, every day, he had to take care of everyone. Not that he hated his job. He loved being a hero with all his heart. But all of that responsibility piles up and weighs on him. And though he can take more than most, he is still human and there is a breaking point. But this, having someone take care of him, even if only for a couple of hours, eased the strain.

“Thank you, Daddy.” He whispered, his expression relaxing into a small smile and gently curved brows.

“No need to thank me, baby boy,” Todoroki slid his hand around to hold the back of Izuku’s neck and pulled his forward a tad to rest their foreheads together. “this is my duty as your Daddy, to take care of you. To make you feel comfortable, safe, and cherished.” This was always his priority when they did this, but he still felt that he needed to repeat it to help Izuku accept and understand that right now, he didn’t need to worry about anything.

For a moment they stood together like that, just relishing in the moment of closeness and quiet peace, with only their soft breaths and heartbeats filling their ears. Eventually, though, Todoroki pulled back.

“Firstly, let's get you out of these boots.” He knelt down and started to undo the laces and strap of Izuku’s boots, softly hushing his fiancé when he got flustered and tried to assert that he could do it. “I know you are a big boy and can do it yourself, but I want to do this for you.” He waited for Izuku to lean forward and brace himself on his shoulders before slipping the heavy work boots off, the weight on Todoroki’s shoulders being light but pleasant as he offered stability. “There we go. Now,” Todoroki said as he placed the boots aside. As he stood back up, he hooked an arm around Izuku's legs, just under his rear, and lifted the smaller man, who made a surprised squeak as his feet left the ground. “let’s get settled on the couch, shall we?”

“R-right.” Izuku mumbled, a curled-up hand raising to his mouth in embarrassment. He did not fight it though. Instead, once Todoroki turned around and started walking effortlessly, Izuku leaned more on his Daddy. He draped his arms around Todoroki’s neck and buried his face in his two-toned hair, taking in a deep breath so he could smell the lingering smell of spices used for the currently cooking dinner and his fiancé’s natural scent. His feet, free from having to support himself, lifted up in happy, playful little kicks. And when Todoroki bounced him up a bit to get a better hold on him, Izuku giggled quietly like it was a ride.

Seeing that Izuku was enjoying this, Todoroki chose to draw it out longer in hopes of hearing more of his fiancé’s child-like giddy voice. He passed the living room and went right to the kitchen where a large pot was simmering atop the stove.

“What are you making Daddy?” Izuku asked curiously, lifting and turning his head to look at the pot. He also unconsciously pressed his cheek to the side of Todoroki’s head just to be a little closer.

“Since it has been so cold lately and I know you haven’t been eating properly,” Todoroki said the last bit with a playful disciplinary tone as he used his free hand to poke at Izuku’s stomach, making him wriggle and giggle. “I decided to make some curry for us. Would you like to be Daddy’s taste tester?”

“Yes please!” Izuku answered right away, his eyes lighting up and his hands curling and flexing in excitement. The two worked in tandem as they opened the lid of the pot, Todoroki being sure to shift Izuku onto one hip and turning him away from the rush of steam, stirred the content and scooped up a half spoon for tasting.

“One second.” Todoroki interjected before Izuku could lift the spoon to his lips. Using his free right hand, Todoroki stroked the underside of the spoon with two fingers, using his quirk to cool down the contents to a more comfortable temperature. “Good boy.” He praised Izuku for waiting as asked. “Now you can have it.”

Izuku made a light, proud ‘hm’ sound at being praised before taking the bite. It was a pleasant wave of heat and flavour, at least in comparison to his chilled body from walking home and the practically flavourless convenience store food he had eaten that day.

“Is it good?” Todoroki asked despite seeing the big smile on Izuku’s face. Izuku gave an enthusiastic nod in response, his mouth still holding the food. “Can you please get some for Daddy too?” Another nod from Izuku as he turned and carefully gathered more curry on the same spoon. He lifted it towards Todoroki’s mouth but stopped when Todoroki simply opened up, ready to take the food without the same regard he had shown Izuku.

“It’s hot Daddy.” Izuku reminded, pulling the spoon away a little.

“Right you are. Thank you for looking out for me baby boy.” Todoroki praised, giving Izuku’s legs that he was holding a little squeeze to simulate a hug. Todoroki did not need to cool down the food for himself as he was accustomed to more extreme temperatures thanks to his quirk, and he also didn’t have to have Izuku spoon-feed him. But he did it anyway just to make Izuku happy and to strengthen their bond just a bit more. “It is good, but it still needs some time to simmer.” He decided after tasting his curry. He plucked the spoon from Izuku’s hand, placed it aside, and replaced the potlid. “I’d say another half hour, maybe 45 minutes.” He shifted Izuku in his arms so they were facing each other again. “How about we rest while we wait for dinner to finish.” Todoroki waits for Izuku’s little nod before receding.

He exits the kitchen and goes into the living room, all while still carrying Izuku securely in his arms. He seats himself on the couch and then maneuvers Izuku to side sideways on his lap, the position Izuku prefers in this play as he can lay the side of his head against Todoroki’s chest and listen to the steady beat of his heart, which he does right away. Once in position, Izuku lets out a long, heavy sigh. He settled quickly, feeling content sitting in his fiancé’s arms and listening to the lullaby that was his slow breaths and heartbeats. The world felt quiet and at peace when they were like this. No villains hurting anyone. No one in pain crying for help. No boss yelling at him for not doing good enough. And none of his own thoughts telling him the same. Any possible negative thought that tried to rear its ugly head up was washed away when Todoroki started to run his hand through his hair. A little whimper slipped from Izuku’s lips as his eyes fluttered closed. He nuzzled his cheek against Todoroki’s chest to return some affection and signal that he wanted him to continue doing what he was doing.

Not only did Todoroki continue, but he piled on more. His other hand patted, stroked, and caressed Izuku’s body, his face, shoulders, arms, hips, and legs. And every so often he would whisper compliments and praises, some specific and some general.

“I saw what you did on the news recently. You stopped the villain without letting a single civilian get injured. That’s amazing.” “You work so hard, and so many people appreciate all that you do.” “You’re strong and brave and selfless.” “I’m so proud of you.”

It was all lavished on Izuku and though he would usually deflect the praise, right now, while playing this role, he didn’t. For a while, he just took all of it in and believed Todoroki when he said he was “more than enough”.

This innocent praise and affection were wonderful, but as time went on, Izuku’s body started to react differently. The petting of his legs made him focus on how high his hand went. The compliments of “you’re so beautiful baby boy” became not just flattering, but with how Todoroki whispered it near his ear it also became arousing. Izuku’s legs and fingers fidgeted and he started to crave more. This was all just him being a pervert though, or so he told himself, and it was wrong for him to turn this comforting moment into an intimate one.

While Izuku argued with himself and tried to fight his blood from heading south, Todoroki was fully aware of what he was doing, purposely moving his hand closer and closer to Izuku’s growing need with each pet of his leg. He knew that Izuku would not ask for it himself, harbouring this unfounded idea that adapting what kind of affection you craved in a moment was somehow selfish. Well, Todoroki was playing the role of ‘Daddy’ right now, and as a good Daddy should, he would teach his baby boy that he could be a little selfish because Todoroki would give him anything and everything he could ever want and need.

“Daddy, we can’t. I’m still messy and tired and dirty from work and I-” Izuku whimpered out before being cut off by his own stuttering gasp as Todoroki slid the side of his pointer finger up and over the growing bulge in Izuku’s pants. “Please~” He pleaded as he turned his head to hide his face in the crook on Todoroki’s neck.

“Please what?” Todoroki prompted, wanting Izuku to try to be more honest with his desires and trust in his fiancé to fulfill them. “What would you like baby boy?”

“I…” Izuku hesitated, his fear of being too selfish and needy conflicting with the comfortable, cared-for feeling of having his Daddy cradle him to his chest. “I don’t know.” He finally said, voice quivering a bit as if he was about to tear up.

“I understand.” Todoroki specifically used a phrase to minimize the chance of Izuku reading his response as disappointed or annoyed. Todoroki’s desire was second to calming and reassuring Izuku down from his burgeoning distress. He slowly moved his hand away from Izuku’s need and instead placed it on his knee to be comforting and not as bold. He kept his right hand still of Izuku’s knee and continued to run his hand through his fiancé’s green hair to help relax his growing anxiety. After a moment of simply holding and destressing his partner, Todoroki spoke again. “How about this,” He shifted a bit to encourage Izuku to lift his head and look at him, which he did. “would you like to relax, play a game, or have Daddy touch you more?” He gave options to lessen the strain of thinking through all possibilities and their implications. Todoroki waited patiently for a response, continuing to pet Izuku and smile down at him gently, even looking away in brief moments so he did not add pressure with his watching.

Izuku shifted and wiggled a bit as he thought, something Todoroki accommodated as needs, so he felt safe and free to move about, and lifted a hand to his mouth to rest against his lips. His mind raced with conflicting concerns, most being about things relating to other people like how this might affect his ability to work well tomorrow and how Todoroki would feel if he rejected his attempts to be more intimate. But the longer he lay in Todoroki’s arms, feeling his gentle and supportive touch and sensing his content aura despite the situation, the more relaxed he became and, oddly enough, the more focused he got on the moment at hand and his thoughts on it.

“I’m… really tired. I think I just want to relax.” He admitted, his gaze cast down as if he was ashamed for making this choice. “Can we please just cuddle for now?”

“Yes, we can do that.” Todoroki leaned his head atop Izuku’s and moving the hand on his knee to wrap around his waist in a gentle hold. “Thank you for being honest with me baby boy.”

Izuku let out a quiet sigh as Todoroki accepted his decision, even if he knew deep down that he would. Still, the ever-burning flame of doubt flickered in him just enough to make him apologize.

“I’m sorry Daddy.”

“Shh, none of that now.” Todoroki quickly hushed; his voice filled with tenderness. He lifted his head, cupped Izuku’s cheek, and led him to look into his eyes. “Your pleasure, your desires, your limits—they are all valid and important. I am here for you, always.” He leaned forward a placed a lingering kiss on Izuku’s forehead.

Izuku’s heart stopped for a beat then fluttered. His lips curled up into a thankful, content smile.

“Thank you.” He breathed. When Todoroki pulled back though and their eyes connected, for once his fears and self-doubts stayed silent, allowing him to close his eyes, lift his chin, and silently ask for a kiss, which his Daddy gladly gave.

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This story was created from an ongoing conversation with my friend. In my stories, I like some Daddy/mommy kink, but my friend does not like it at all. They aren’t a hater or anything, they just don’t understand it personally. Anyway, we got talking and they explained that they have read a handful of Daddy kink stuff, but it was all just the “you have been a bad girl/boy so will be punished” kind of thing. I, though liking that aspect sometimes, more so like the comforting, age-regression side of the kink. My friend said they haven't read any stories like that so I am making one for them to read. And why not post it for others to enjoy, right?

Todoroki x Deku was specifically chosen because it is a ship we both like that we both can see fitting into this kink. Or at least my friend can accept it more than other ships.

Also, I have this really cool setup for the text conversation where the text is on either side of the page but Tumblr does not have that function. If you wanna see it in its intended form, you can look at it on my AO3.

#tododeku #shouto todoroki #izuku midoriya #deku #daddy k!nk #age regression

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gamesbongsandvariousshit · 9 months

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trixeraptops · 2 years

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My second ever commentary post how fun

This time it's Enola Holmes 2

This is a live reaction so there is no context, suffer.

Warnings for swearing and all capsAnyways let's hop in the carriage and travel back to Victorian(?) England.

Ooh letter burning for the logo fun

Ok I doubt any of this is true don't lie to me bitch

Why is she running away from the police?What did she do

I will say she looks good

Yeah you should explain and I do remember you

Oh yay she opened a detective agency

Awww she kept Dash how cute

But didn't she give it Sherlock in the end of the last movie?

She forgot how sexist and ageist her time period is lmao

Hah they all just want Sherlock221B!!!!!

Trying not to draw attention, blows up a mailbox

Tewksbury is champion for change and progress I love it

Girl you have time for a little distraction you fucking tsundere

Chrysanthe-mum

Oh her agency is already shut down

2who is it

Aw a little girl she's so. Cute I love her scarf

Ooh the cinematic shot

Enola looks so out of place lol

I hope this is pro Bono I don't think this girl has much

Enola don't look so put off, not everyone is rich as you

Ew rat

We weren't sisters in the usual way, love that

It soesnt mean anything to the Lil one but to Mae it clearly does

Aw this is so sweet

The game is afoot Jesus your finding a missing person not hunting one

Changed her name to Hilda

They're looking for disease at the entrance omg

Bruv you're gonna get yourself and bessie in trouble bruv

That was smart tho

Ooh torn pages that's sus

She stole the pages?

Oh that woman has such a soft voice it's so pretty but I can't hear her

Mae definetely knows somethingMae was involves in the theft o.o

Haha 'young lady I'm afraid I'm married'

Damn she's in a bar and it's fucking rowdy in here

Mae is a showgirl isn't she?

She is

That was a fun jaunty number

The missing worked with Mae as a showgirl

Jesus Mae

Lol fake knife

False bottom! I knew she was a top lmao

It's a sappy romance poem

She ran away to marry someone didnt she?Ooh drama

Dun dunbdun mysterious blurred fellow in the background

Ew he's following her

He hid but he's very loud what is cane made of metal?

Sherlock! He's drunk

Lol roasted

His bullshit tips are everything

Now sh I'm thinking you should write that down

You shouldn't get so drunk ehen you have no way home write that down

Wait is she gonna live with her brother or is this is a John reveal?

Jesus christ he's really fucking observant even when drunk and hungover

I don't need tour help! But I'm still taking the food you offered

Don't speak with a mouthful

Tewksbury!!!

Ooh she sits where he walks to work so they can run jnto each other.

She looks so upset after making a joke

That was so awkward lmao

Feel a need?

It's a coded poem! Open mouth

She's so excited

You didn't have to say you don't sew bruv we get it your not like other girls

I doubt this case will get media coverage

The doors open o.o

Suspecious...But not as sus as her for breaking into someone's house

Oh this shows a struggle and abandonment

MAE she's dead!

This case just got alot more interesting

Inspector!

It'd mr.clangy

Sarah is wanted oof

Oh he tried to be respectful but superintendent is a bitch

I hate this guy I'm calling him mr.clangy forever now

Lestrade is so fucking calm, your boss just got punched in the gut

Hah he doesn't remember you bruv

Just a friendly visit cause your sis is running away from the cops

I cant I can't, maybe I can

He's such a fangirl omg

Damn she roof hopping

Shit she almost fell, she gone die

Wait what the fuck

Enola Holmes is turning all the men in England trans lol

I wonder if the cases are related

Wait Moriarty maybe?

I'm a slut for BBC Sherlock so forgive all the speculation that's purely based on BBC Sherlock, I know they aren't related

He has this walk

Grail

Immediate recognition lmao

AH VIOLIN

Enola looks weirded out

You tell Sherlock! She made it bout herself, she wants media attention not to help

Haha callback

He just walks past them lmao

I think Poppy might be a chick but I could be wrong

A hat! Dun dun dunnn

A TAPER CROWN HAT I KNEWBTHEY WERE RELATED

It's not a date it's a place!

Williams for reds not a Poppy at all

I'm going to a ball yay! Ew

Smh Enola

I love her cloak

Her dress is so pretty

Why is the music so sus when they light the cake

Lol the chaperone

She keeps forgetting what her society is like

Bitch you live here how do you forget this shit

He's actually leading Sherlock in a dance lmao

Oh she gone get caught

Tabitha Timothy lol

Fan language!!! Oh thats so clever and cute!

But she doesn't know fan language hahaha she immediately messed up

Omg Tewkesbury

Of course he's doing something with plants

This is so weird and cute i love their little relationship

Haha I love her

You're a man when I say soShe's such a bitch

She's a natural at dancing or maybe just with Tewksbury

What does that mean lmao

Don't touch the ginger cake!

Wait dance cards are an actual thing lmao

ID the writing ON SIGHT

TSUNDERE

jealous bitch

Cicely seems nice, she complimented Enola even if she had an outdated dress

Dislocated and I'll scream, ICON

He knows Bessie!

Ooh a secret meeting how funBunch of random letters returns

ITS MORIARTY OMG OMG

I LOVE THIS

I hope their as gay as the BBC

Oh my lord JUST SAY ITS ABOUT YOUR CASE

Not the police barging in

She gave him her evidence! How sweet

Cecily is the only one who looks concerned for her everyone else is making fun of her

Keep silent Enola!

Shut up mr.clangy no one likes you

Oh no he's gonna kill Bessie isn't he :(

His job is to kill match girls who are needling out the corruption?

Sexist

Oooh mr.clangy stopped Sherlock from getting her

Oof

POLICEMAN IS HIDING HIS HAND

Those fingerprints are blurry at best

Ohmygod I was typing the last line then Sherlock kicked a fucking sign and scared a cat

It's the jujitsu woman!

It's ok you can say it

Ew I don't like how that guard looked at Enola

Wtf whyd they push her into the center?They're gonna hang her? Or beat her? What?

IS IT HER MOM?!

No its jujitsu lady

AND HER MOM

Prison break bitches

Her mom really likes bombs huh

Carriage chase carriage chase

Theure giving people typhus or something

He's gonna jump on isn't heNot anymore lol

Mr.clangy you bitch stop shooting st them

You go girl

Holy shit he just broke their wheel

I hope the horses are all right

Probably are they disappeared with the crash

Fuck off you bitch

I LOVE THEM, I LOVE THEM OMG

HOLY TRINITY INDEED

DAMN HE GOING FOR THE KILL

THE CARRIAGE IS A BOMB

Genius

Aw they changed her into new clothes how nice

Her mother is initiating boy talk

He ain't my Boi

I love that's she's acknowledging her part in Enola self isolating

She's encouraging her to get allies ♡

I love these women

She just winked? Why?

Get a haircut as your parting word lmao

I knew it

They're killing the match girls by giving them typhus through the MATCHES

FUCK YES

And Sarah figured it out

She and Mae were expirementing eith it

Genius

They tested flies, mice, plants

Extraordinary I love them

She went to Tewkesbury!!!

His flat is filled with flowers and plants ♡♡♡♡

I love him

Yay their allies

Jealous bitch

IS CECILY SARAH?!

Shut up you awkward bruv

SHE IS

I FIGURED IT OUT MOTHERFUCKER

To be fair they spelled it out

TEWKESBURY YOUR NOT EVEN COURTING AND YIU DAID ILY

She sent Ily to William too

OHMYGOD I LOVE THIS

SHE HIT HIM

AAAHAHHHHHHH SHE RETUREND FEELINGS OMG OMG OMG

We live we laugh we love

Just tell em your a lord, I am, then they'll believe you omg

Sherlock!

The contempt in their voices I love this sibling dynamic

I knew they were connected I KNEW

Is that guy dead

He is

Mr.clangy

Moriarty is dead :(

Haha Tewkesbury

It's a set up!

Is Moriarty actually alive

He is

Ooh William thankyou for golding onto that

It's a letter isn't it

Nope map

Dora Dora Dora the explora

He can't fight lol

She's just beating him up until he pussies up and fights her

AH THEY KISSED

After she punched him multiple times lol

They're so cute

Secret treasure

SARAH!

She was wearing a wig this whole time damn

Uh oh they have to tell her he's dead

Aww poor Sarah ♡

Ew mr.clangy

BESSIE NO

YOU GO BESSIE BITE HIS ASS

SHERLOCK NO

Tewksbury is getting fucked up

Ooh but he's got a sword now

Fuck off clangy

Did Sherlock just kill someone?

How many bullets has he got? It's a small gun can't be too many

HAHA HE RAN OUT FUCK YOU CLANGY

ENOLA NO

Retractable knife for the win!

Ah shit she got knicked in the head real bad

Yes Tewkesbury fuck him up and get your girl

Shit clangy is dead Enola full ass killed him

Now that murder charge is valid

Sherlock you dramatic bitch

THE SOFT VOIXE WOMEN IS MORIARTY

WHAT A TWIST

I LOVE THIS

Go off queen! Tell him, dick him down verbally

Society creates yet another villain

For now at least, love thatOh no is the bad guy gonna win?

He paper burning is beautiful though

But the movie isn't over yet

Revolution!

Shut up boss man

Sometimes an inspiring speech doesn't work

At least not right away

Yiu go Bessie I love you girl

This is amazing I love this

I think this music was at the end of the other movie too

She runs her agency out of the fighting place now :)

Holmes and Holmes ♡♡♡♡

But I glad she refused

The running write that down gag ♡

They're gonna meet with jne another ♡

Ah they're so cute

MORIARTY ESCAPED O.O

I love them so much

Ohhhh the true part was Match Girl Strike that makes more sense

I thought I heard of match girls before

ENILA GOT HIM A FLATMAYE LMAO

IS THIS JOHN

IT IS OMG OMG OMG

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

♡♡♡♡/5 I loved this movie

#enola holmes #enola 2 #netflix #Sherlock #lord tewksbury #Long post #Commentary #movie commentary #Live reaction #tw: swearing #tw: caps

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