#and he said dont worry about it he will be fine

[mallory524]

Hii can I request John Walker (or Thunderbolts if u dont write for him) with a reader who like passes out if they overuse their powers?

tyy love ur headcanons!!

(I LOVE THIS!!)

john walker x reader

tags- losing consciousness, canon level action/violence, teammates to lovers, comfort, implied no olivia (doesn't affect anything)

word count- 1020

notes- I am a proud John Walker girl and i straight up giggled when i saw I’d gotten a request for him😭(also you’re so sweet!! thanks!!)

The first time it happened during a mission, John thought you DIED. Even days later, he was still thinking about the moment he saw you collapse to the ground. He had rushed to your side in the midst of all the chaos and started frantically trying to find your pulse. Yelena had to tell him repeatedly that this happens to you sometimes, and that you just overdid it and you were fine. John figured she'd laugh at him for "overreacting", but she didn't. Yelena understood, and neither of them ever addressed the tears that had been in his eyes.

That whole incident forced John to address the very real feelings for you that he’d started to develop. You're so attractive and smart, and every time you use your powers, John's just mesmerized by how cool you look. He thought about you all the time, and those 40 seconds he was convinced he had lost you were terrifying. He didn't want you pushing yourself too hard like that again.

He kept worrying that all the energy you were exerting was hurting you. Whenever you guys were on missions, he’d be constantly glancing over at you to make sure you were doing okay. Sometimes he'd step in to help if he felt like you were trying to take on too much at once, even if you were handling things just fine.

As helpful as that all was, you misinterpreted it as John making fun of you. One night while putting your gear away, you noticed him closely watching you, like he was ready for you to collapse at any moment.

"Oh, cut it out, Walker."

"What are you talking-"

"I'm sorry I slowed us down that one time, it won't happen again. Geez," you had said. When you turned to meet his eyes, though, you were floored by the amount of real concern in them.

Instead of arguing back like he always does, John just sort of wearily throws his hands up in surrender. "Sorry. I know you know what you're doing."

Things were different after that. You were both terrible at communicating with one another about your feelings. About 3 months later, you actually started being honest with each other and a relationship started!

Now, you don't feel like you always have to hide your affection or your concern for one another, because it's all out there in the open.

John is way more comfortable letting you know he worries about you than he was before. He has trouble with the words sometimes, but he shows it in little ways.

He washes your suit, awkwardly folds it, and leaves it on your bed the night before a mission. He fills up your water bottle and he makes sure you're getting enough to eat. He knows that if you overuse your powers, you'll pass out anyway and a balanced meal probably won't change that, but he figures it can't hurt. He's your biggest cheerleader, and everyone jokes that he's the one running the fan account they found that posts clips of you from the news and other public appearances. John says that “obviously” he doesn’t have time to run a fan account, but he does at least follow it.

Despite his constant reminders not to overdo it, it still happens. John’s always there to carefully scoop you up and take care of you for the rest of the day.

One night, you guys are way outnumbered, and John's trying to fight this guy who’s definitely been enhanced in some way.

John might be doing okay now, but he's getting tired and the man's started to get the better of him. He's far away from you, and this man is obviously powerful, so you're really going to need a lot of energy to hurl this guy out of the way. That's energy you don't really have.

More people are closing in on you and that man is starting to pummel John and the rest of your friends are getting ambushed too- it's too much. You know you’re running out of steam and now you're getting overwhelmed. You take a deep breath in, try to steady yourself, and you finish this. Your moves are intentional and carefully aimed in many directions, but anyone watching would just see one big burst of light that illuminates the dark street and ends the entire fight. When the dust settles, all of your adversaries are down, but so are you. You don't do that kind of thing often; it's too much at once, and it's too much on your body.

When you wake up, you're in the car, and John is tending to your injuries and Alexei high fives you, saying you did a great job.

You're injured, you can feel that, but you notice John's pretty roughed up, himself. "Are you okay?" you ask him quietly through a yawn.

"Oh yeah. I heal quickly, you know. That guy was just really strong. You're a lot stronger than I think you realize, too."

You wince upon hearing that, even though John's softly smiling at you and clearly not mad. "Yikes, sorry. I was hoping you wouldn't get caught in the crossfire."

He just kisses your forehead.

"Don't apologize. But stop overworking yourself... and don't do that move again, it was terrifying."

"Well, stop trying to take on the scariest people we run into, that's terrifying," you say as you reach for the first aid kit to patch up a long cut on John's face, but he gently swats your hand away.

"No, get more rest. I'm fine. Lay back down. It's a long drive."

You don't even try to argue with him on this one. You're exhausted.

You know how the rest of tonight will go, too. John will make sure no one wakes you up again for the rest of the car ride, and then he'll carry you back into the tower and gently set you down on your bed. He'll be there for you in the morning to help you with anything you might need help with. He'll always be there for you. No matter what.

[feelfreetopleasemexo]

We’re fucking done.

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Synopsis: You get badly hurt in battle and kacchan says maybe you should quit being a hero as you keep getting hurt, have a nasty fight then break up. Meet up a year later at a reunion.

As you give the customer their change, they hesitate slightly and tell you they recognise you, asking if you used to be a pro hero at the Bakugo agency. You glance away, slightly embarrassed as you say they’re mistaken and that you get that a lot. As they apologise and leave, you shut up the shop, and start to clean down. As you’re sweeping the floors, your mind wanders to memories of the last time you saw Katsuki.

A harsh wind battered your face, as he stood over you, staring at you with disappointment and rage. You staggered to your feet blood pooling in your hands as they grasp at your waist, as he put your arm over his shoulder and helped you walk to his car.

“You can’t keep getting fucked up like this. There’s only so many times I can get to you just in the nick of time. I have to focus of catching the villains…I thought you were strong. What happened?!” His voice sharp and intrusive, you try not to let the tears well in your eyes, but his disappointment this time was heavier than usual. As he sat you in the passenger seat of his car, he knelt down and grabbed the bandages from the footwell and helped patch you up. “Maybe this hero shit isn’t for you anymore Yano….”

You snap your eyes to him, the tears finally falling down your cheeks, as your eyes widened.

“What the fuck….i know I fucked up, but giving up? Not a fucking chance.” You push his hands away as aggressively as your wounds would allow, and continue to wrap the bandages around yourself.

“Look, im not saying you’re shit… you just keep getting badly hurt, Iike its every fucking mission now. I….” His eyes dart to your hands as he tries to push them away but you slap his hand hard and continue to fix yourself. “Fine. Stubborn ass. Fix yourself.” He snaps, standing back up and slams the car door. You look out of your window and see him pacing angrily, muttering something to himself, pissing himself off further. As he climbs back into the car, the silence fills the air as if it’s taking the oxygens place, the only sound his grip tightening on the steering wheel. He drives you home, and as he stops outside, he doesn’t even turn to look at you as he speaks.

“Take some time off. Rest up, re-evaluate your fighting style then we can talk.”

You climb out of the car slowly, and as you’re about to shut the door you look back at him,

“Im done.” As you slam the door, he jumps out of his side and angrily walks over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“What do you fucking mean you’re done? I just sai….” You interrupt him,

“We’re fucking done.”

His furrowed brow softens slightly as worry fills his eyes, you look back at him with an emotionless stare, and his gut clenches.

“What do you mea”

“Did that villain fuck your hearing?! I said WE’RE DONE. You dont get to decide if I get to carry on being a hero or not. You dont get to dictate my life. Not everyone can be the fucking best okay Katsuki. Just because I’m not the great fucking dynamite doesn’t mean im not good at what I do. You kick the villains ass and I save the civilians. It’s how it’s always been…but suddenly it’s not good enough for you? Suddenly im not…..good enough…” As the tears start to fog your vision, he tries to speak but you interrupt him with a sharp slap to the face. He doesn’t shout, he doesn’t slap back, he simply leaves.

And that was the last time you saw Katsuki Bakugo.

Shortly after your argument you get a letter through the post saying your position at Bakugo Agency had been terminated. You spent the next few months wallowing in self pity as you questioned your hero status, finally deciding to hang up your cape and call it quits. You spent the next year helping out at your fathers bakery, playing dumb when customers recognised you from tv, claiming to just slightly resemble the electric quirk hero, and that it was a frequent mistake everyone made. The sting of memories popping into your head at every mention of your previous hero name started to slowly fade as you tried to settle into your play pretend new life.

Until your phone rang as you finished up sweeping the floors, it was Denki from your UA days. He apologised for not reaching out more frequently since you guys had graduated from UA,but mentioned about a last minute reunion happening that night at the local bar. You decided not to reply as you sat staring at the list of attending names he sent. His name was there. Last on the list and with a question mark placed next to it. Your chest tightened as you felt your heart clawing its way up to your throat, a short snap of electricity pulsed from your fingers.

After debating the invitation for an hour or so, running every single possibility through your head, you decided to bite the bullet and go. You replied back that you would meet everyone there, and denki quickly replied with a selfie of him and kirishima apparently already at the bar, and tipsy. As you grabbed your coat and locked the shop up, you hesitated at the crosswalk, debating just going home and crying yourself to sleep, but looked back at the selfie denki sent and decided to push through and try have a nice time.

After a few drinks and reconnecting with a few of your old class mates, your anxiety lessened about him turning up, and for the first time in just over a year you finally felt happy, content. You walked to the bar to get you and denki another beer and stopped in your tracks as soon as you saw him turn around. He was wearing a dark red shirt with a black waist coat, and his hair looked even more precisely spiked. As he looked at you, his face tightened and his jaw clenched, he suddenly looked down to his feet. You’d never known him to avert his gaze, ever. As he walked up to you, you could feel your hand tighten around your glass, nearly shattering it in, as you took a deep breath, gearing up for an awkward passing ‘hi.’ He stopped right infront of you and looked up at you, his eyes soft and concerned, not an ounce of anger or fire remained behind them, for the first time in his life.

“You doing good?” His voice broke you. You could feel your heart screaming to punch him, to kiss him, to kick his fucking ass right here right now infront of everyone. Your mouth opened and a squeak emerged as your throat was tight, you cleared it and replied a simple ‘Yep. You?’ He looked down at his slightly trembling hand as he screwed it up into a tight first against his thigh. “Not really. What’s it’s been, a year or so now? That slap fucking hurt by the way.”

Your eyes widened at his lack of aggression, it made you uneasy when he was being this soft, at least when he was an asshole you knew how to deal with it.

“Yeah well. You deserved it. You broke my heart.” You look away, putting your glass on a nearby table.

“I broke YOUR heart? I was trying to help you. Trying to save you.” His voice hissed, cracking slightly as his aggressive tone crept back in.

“SAVE me?!” You snap back, your eyes filling with your annoyance as you try to calm yourself back down, and failing. He always knew how to get you riled up.

“Look….”he takes a deep breath, trying to defuse the situation, which was the EXACT OPPOSITE of his usual demeanour. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just…..I just wanted you to be safe. I couldn’t save you, you always ended up hurt, and I felt like it was always my fault. I wanted…fuck….i wanted a family with you. And each time I saw you nearly die, it felt like my dreams were being ripped away from me every single time….” You started to cry silently as you stared at him, bearing his soul to you, for the first time ever. His hand rubbing the back of his neck as he slowly brings his eyes up to you.

“Why didn’t you tell me.” You try to reply, your voice breaking as the lump in your throat grew bigger and bigger.

“You told me we were done, and if i couldnt make you happy, I wasnt going to force you to stay with me. If you were happier without me then so be it. As long as you were happy, I did what I had to do.” He brushes his thumb against your cheek, wiping some of your tears away, lingering his hand to your cheek just a little too long as he stared into your soul.

“You….wanted kids….” You reach your hand to his, holding it against your wet skin, crinkling your eyes tightly shut as you leaned into his warm palm.

“Of course I did you fucking idiot, look at you. You’re telling me our kids wouldn’t be god damn super models? Annoying little assholes but still, super models.” He smirked, tilting his head slightly, soaking in every inch of your face.

“Katz…” you say through a sniffle as you try to stop crying, a smile pinching at your lips. “I’ve fucking missed you.” He brings his other hand to your waist, pulling you close as he presses his forehead to yours. His burning hot skin feeling like a relief to your stone cold brow, a flame to a frozen survivor. As he let out a small laugh, he lifted your chin to meet his stare.

“Ive fucking missed you too, sparky. Every single day I’ve wanted to come by and apologise, beat the shit out of you for hanging up your hero clothes, wanting to kiss you and tell you how crazy you were, how crazy you made me….. How hot you look in that cute pink pinafore at work…”

“Stalking me now are you?” You chuckle as you lean your head closer to him, teasing your lips dangerously close to his,

“Who wouldn’t? You’re fucking crazy, but hot as shit. And….mine….” As soon as he said it, it felt more like an undying question rather than a demand, his soul asking to try again, anything to get you back into his arms for good.

“Best get practicing for that family then I guess, it has been awhile. Im worried you’ve forgotten how…” You tease, your smile widening and showing off most of your front teeth. His hand tightens around your waist, pulling you even closer into him, almost pushing the air from your lungs.

“Fucking try me. “ He growls, before pressing his lips to yours in a terrifyingly passionate way.

[ohburgee]

HAI HAI I AM A BIG FAN OF UR WRITINGS‼️‼️

I hope you're doing well and having a nice day! Can i request for a 1x1x1x1 x reader? Like, image during pre-forsaken, reader as shed's close friend and take care (or keep her company) of 1x4 for him (i apologize in advance if i dont get the lore right t_t) and after forsaken'd he and reader will have a reunion. I kinda prefer romantic more, but its up to you to decide!

Feel free to ignore this! Tysm <3

an: I really appreciate that you are big fan of my writings, and I hope you have a great day. I hope I got your ideas, and I just did a bit of romance on it. Thank you for your beautiful request, anon <3

𝘞𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘦

1x1x1x1 x Gn!Reader

tw: Mentions of violence, kidnapping, emotional manipulation, possessive behavior, and mild horror themes.

Shedletsky, your close friend, asked you to keep his creation, 1x1x1x1, company. You didn’t hesitate; you always wanted to help your best friend.

“I’m sorry I have to ask this of you,” Shedletsky said as he adjusted his coat. He was heading off to meet Builderman for a development project they’d been planning.

“No, it’s fine. I’m happy to help,” you replied with a smile.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a green figure with long white hair sitting quietly in a chair, looking like someone who had been forgotten.

“Well… thank you again,” Shedletsky said. Just as he was about to leave, he turned to you and added with a smirk, “Don’t worry, I’ll bring fried chicken when I get back.”

You closed the door behind him and walked toward 1x, who remained silent, his gaze lowered.

“Are you going to stay quiet?” you asked, glancing around the peaceful, quiet room. 1x didn’t respond, still staring at the floor.

“You know, I heard you and Shed don’t have the best relationship,” you said, standing up from your chair. “But he actually cares about you.”

Finally, 1x lifted his head and looked at you.

“He’s lying. He doesn’t show it,” he muttered.

Your smile faltered for a moment before you brought it back. “Even if he doesn’t show it, I know he cares. He just doesn’t like to show emotions openly.”

He looked at you again, as if your words had struck a chord.

“Don’t let those negative thoughts get to you, 1x,” you said with a soft smile.

A faint smile appeared on his face, and you noticed.

“How about some cake? I’ll bake one,” you said as you got up from your chair. “You can help me.”

He followed you into the kitchen, handing you ingredients as you worked.

Once the cake was in the oven, boom. A delicious chocolate cake was done. You both ended up eating it peacefully, laughing together as you comforted him with sweet words about him and Shedletsky.

You just wanted to keep him happy. And he was trying.

...

But everything changed.

Like an asteroid crashing down and wiping everything away.

You and Shedletsky were suddenly teleported to a strange place. A game, Shedletsky said. A survival game. The goal: survive.

You both managed to make it through a few rounds. Now, the next one was about to begin.

You looked up at the sky, wondering what had happened to 1x. You and Shed had vanished without warning, leaving him behind.

*Damn it,* you thought. *He must think we abandoned him.*

A loudspeaker crackled to life. The next round had begun.

You stayed close to Shedletsky, he was the only one you trusted here. You followed the others too, but staying near Shed felt safer.

Then, a sudden slash of a sword separated the two of you. Before you could run back to him, someone approached.

The killer.

“Go, Shed!” you yelled. He hesitated, but nodded and ran, just as you did, taking a different path.

You heard footsteps closing in. Before you could reach a nearby building, black tendrils wrapped around you and dragged you toward the killer.

You gasped when you saw a familiar green aura. Your eyes widened.

It was 1x.

But he looked... different. Dangerous.

He pulled you close, and you stared at him, shocked and worried.

“1x…” you whispered.

He lowered his sword and gently cupped your cheek. “I found you, my dove,” he said with a smile, sinister and unlike the gentle one you remembered.

“W-what happened to you?” you asked.

He chuckled, pulling you even closer. “You’re supposed to ask me if you missed me.”

You looked at him, confused, but yes, you had missed him. You hugged him, and he hugged you back. His white hair was longer now. You reached up to touch it gently.

He noticed and chuckled. “It grew out. I took your advice.”

You smiled faintly, remembering how you told him to grow it out. But your mind quickly returned to the present.

“Shed… he’s—”

“No. Don’t mention him,” 1x snapped, his expression darkening.

You blinked, confused. Before you could speak, someone appeared, another player. He raised his sword and knocked you out before you could react. The tendrils carefully lowered you to the ground.

As your consciousness faded, you watched 1x begin slaughtering the remaining survivors.

You wanted to stop him, but everything was going dark.

“Sleep, my dove. I’ll wake you when we’re alone… together.”

n: since I'll be limiting my Forsaken content, I'm going to fulfill the Forsaken requests that you send to me, thank you again for your request/ideas <3

[sirstinksalot]

The poisoning potato eater

[xxplastic-cubexx]

if i said i picked up this issue for anything but drunk erik i fear i'd be lying

(Wolverine (2020) #3)

[oceanwithouthermoon]

maybe its just me but i cant stand when people are like "it just doesn't sit right with me how teruhashi thought about aiura 🥺" like yes... its not supposed to ??? because her thinking badly of other girls and prioritizing male validation over everything is one of her main flaws ??? can we talk about that WITHOUT making it seem like shes not allowed to have a single actual flaw without suddenly becoming an awful person? nobody can handle complex female characters at all and its so fucking annoying

[fobnsfwdoodlesbackup]

I would love a drawing about how tiny Pete is compared to Travie, like, Travie scooping Pete up and carrying him around, doesn't have to be nsfw but I can think of sexy ideas of Pete being so tiny if you want

Hellloooooo did you know I love trete so much like so so so much like I made this a year or so ago

Anywhooooooo here ya go, I drew all of these with hearts in my eyes and I hope you can tell 💕

[faunandfloraas]

"it was an effort to look good" Innie, buddy, you look good always without having to do all of that stuff, i promise.

[rosykims]

ok im awake and pouring one out for varric nation

[stupidlovepurplepeace]

Rest in peace Mateo, I'll miss you

[depresseddepot]

they rejected my application :(

[tommygotwrittenoff]

i need eddie to get another guy friend in season 8, and buck loses his shit about it (again), so he breaks up with t because he's convinced that the weird feeling he gets when he sees them together is because he is Really attracted to the new guy.

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

uh oh the metaphorical doctor in my head is getting mean

[the-kneesbees]

yk I felt really bad about this whole thing at first but looking back I think maybe I dodged a bullet

[bangcakes]

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[lecliss]

I think a 10yo just got attached to me in genshin and if this keeps up its gonna make me not wanna play cuz I don't wanna come off as mean if I have to tell her to give me some space, but I wanna play in peace ya know?