#and in heart on your sleeve he thinks max hates him for the helmet hearts when the opposite is true

[nyoomfruits]

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask :

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

💞 Who's your comfort character?

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Thank you very much and have a good day 🧡

aaaah thank you!!! <3

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

i mean i tend to write pretty fluffy romcom-y stuff so not really? i did write a zombie au 5sos fic once that was pretty devestating but overall my stuff is pretty lighthearted haha

the most heartbreaking scene however (from my f1 catalogue specifically) is i think the 'jullie calls max dad' scene from you'll be alright like writing that just made me :((((((

💞 Who's your comfort character?

max i love max he is soooo easy to write to me i love himmmm

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

general dead dove do not eat stuff mostly? i mean i dont think i really have a trope that i hate specifically that i would never write.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

miscommunications i ALWAYS add miscommunications like in glitch i was trying so hard to for once not do a third act miscommunication like i always do and i sort of succeeded but also guess what happens in the last scene i just wrote??? a miscommunication. i will never escape this trope truly

[dreamauri]

platonic! f1 grid x gen z! driver! reader who just got into f1 but they win a pole position on their debut race and everyones freaking out bcs she won a pole position and maybe the crowd is super pissed even tho she rly deserved it and theyre all mocking / booing her angst to comfort ⁉️

♪ — 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗨𝗣 f1 grid [platonic] x gen z! fem! driver! reader (comfort) “. . . you score high on your debut but fans don't like winners”

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"Let's groove tonight! Share the spice of life. Baby slice it right. We're gonna groove tonightttttttttttt." You sang happily through the radio as you completed your cool down lap. After learning the way of the car in FP1 and FP2 and studying the track through FP3, you were able to make it to Q3 where you claimed Pole Position.

"And that is, f3 and f2 champion, L/N on pole for her debut race." You heard through the stadium speakers, headbanging and dancing slightly in your seat to the music playing in your head. "Let this groove, light up your fuse, it's alright, alright, alright, oh wowe! Let this groove set in your shoes, so stand up, alright, aaaaaaalright."

You got out of the car, dancing with yourself out of excitement. As you gently took your helmet and balaclava off, a hoard of loud distasteful noises came into contact with your ears once you took off the ear buds. Your excitement died down as you looked at the stadium and the crowds confused.

In the the corner of your eyes you saw Max Verstappen shake his finger and head no. "Who are they- ?" Your question was cut off with the answer. "Fuck you, Y/N." The crowed said infusion making you feel your heart drop between feet. Your face fell from one of happiness, confidence, and excitement to one of fear.

"Don't let them get to your head." Lewis Hamilton wrapped an arm around your shoulder pulling you away from the masses. This was nowhere near what you expected. They sang insults strung to your name and you could only plug your ears, the name your parents gave you felt tainted and stained.

Despite being pulled away, you looked back watching the source of hate with an expression of hurt. "Hey!" You averted your head to the four time world champion. "That was amazing driving over there." Sebastian Vettel ( your hero ) patted your back comfortingly. "Ignore them, your performance is too good for them and they're scared from you." You could only nod.

You sat in a chair outside your garage, watching as your team worked on the car for tomorrow. "Hey kid." Charles crouched down beside you, giving you his famous kind and warm smile. "You doing alright?" "Mhm." You nodded in reply returning his smile. Although still suffering from shock, Lewis and Seb had comforted you and shouted insults back for you ( finding you too innocent and small to swear ).

"I'm ready to go to war." Carlos came up from behind you, his hands on his hips with a frustrated look on his face. "You can't take all of them on, mate." Charles shook his head, sighing. "Watch me. Lets go, Y/N." Carlos rolled up his sleeves, dragging you along.

"Not without me." Max caught up to the trio. He was on his way to offer you a talk over a can of red bull, but the Ferrari boys beat you to him. "Cheers." He clinked his can with yours when he was finally able to give it to you.

The four of you were standing in front of the stadium of haters from the track. Carlos took your free hand 'teaching' you how to flip them off. Charles only watched interested, drinking from his water bottle alongside the red bull driver. "You think PR is going to have a hard time cleaning this mess up." Max looked at you, who was slowly gaining your confidence back with each insult you should in return.

"They're going to have a field day, mate." Charles sighed, watching you and Carlos dance together. Although this was your first time spending time with this certain collection of drivers, this was already your favourite group, one where you could feel comfortable being yourself.

Sitting in between Kimi Raikkonen and Fernando Alonso in the post qualifying press conference, you felt a little tense being one of the only women in the room and the only one with all the attention. "What do you think about the fans' reaction about Y/N getting pole."

"I think it's stupid." Kimi replied bluntly, shrugging. "I think they're scared." Fernando affirmed chuckling. "They are, they wouldn't be booing her otherwise." Kimi agreed nodding. "Y/N has a lot of potential as a driver. They know what she's capable of, and that's- that's very scary." Ferando completed laughing.

You were sitting in between the two men, a blush and a happy smile covering your face as you looked at down at your fiddling fingers. "Y/N are you looking forward to starting the race tomorrow from P1?"

"Who- Me? Uhhh . . . to be honestly, I want to put up a fight against someone, you know. I've always dreamt about winning a battle for P1." You nodded, your pink happy face grinning widely.

Maybe you should've held back a little because you were feeling pressured by all the drivers behind you. Sitting in your car at the starting grid, you felt like a goat that is going to be chased by wolves. "Relax kid, you'll be ok." Looking up from inside your car, you saw Lando who had stopped by to wish you luck.

"I'll be seeing you on the Podium, Y/N. Have a safe race." Pierre cheered as he passed by, giving you a wide smile and a wave. To say you were feeling giddy was fair, you sang songs with your team members while you waited for the race prep. "It's fun to stay at the-" "Y - M - C - A." You heard someone singing with you, your turned around in your car looking at the source of noise.

"Young man young man, are you listening to- oh sorry, Y/N." Yuki apologized once he realized you stopped singing and were looking at him. You could only laugh continuing to sing with him.

And when the time came, you were smiling as you watched the masses boo you. Throwing them the middle finger in return, the eternity of the grid copying you.

"It's lights out, and away we go!"

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[f0point5]

just saw @/rainbowslytherin say this in the Charles tag (direct quote it's copied and pasted) I feel like your view on him being more neutral/pr is interesting compared to their's.

I love how open Charles is with his feelings (sometimes it's definitely accidental) but he's so consistent that it's easy to notice a change or a reoccurring pattern.

A lot of fans knew how bad this season was going to be based on his reaction to the car. His lack of posts about wanting to fuck the car and his excessive use of 🙃 instead of ❤️😘 was so clear that we were in for a rough season and this was all before Bahrain had even happened.

His Instagram posts from each race week is a clear indication of how he felt. Some races didn't get a photodump because they weren't great, some races got a song which is even worse. The good races he posted the positive bits like Japan he posted the pitcrew because he had the fastest pitstop and he congratulated Redbull, he posted Max in his photo dump because they had a good race etc and in average races he mostly posts his helmet and car for example Singapore.

He's also ridiculously easy to read. You don't need to be an expert in body language to understand his emotions, real heart on his sleeve type of guy. A lot of his reactions and words he's consistently had since being a child so it's easy to notice a pattern like the pouty teeth grit when he's not enjoying himself, the whole "it's like this" saga etc

It's also easy to tell if he's happy with his team and teammate depending on how much he mentions them in interviews, includes them in his posts and likes tweets about them. This year Carlos is very absent from Charles Instagram (especially in comparison to Seb) to the point of Max Verstappen and Ollie Bearman both having more appearances. Charles has also done the most to avoid talking about Carlos in multiple weekends from changing the subject to ignoring the fact they said Carlos and answering it about other drivers. I don't think they hate eachother but this year was way worse than last and has really shown how much they don't get along outside of pr videos which is understandable with how often Sainz camp start saying shit about Charles and with how often Carlos drags Ferrari I don't doubt Ferrari's number one fan would be happy with that.

Okay maybe I just got schooled by a real Charles girlie lol. I’m totally open to the idea that my view on him may be all wrong, I don’t know the guy.

I just feel like, for example, body language is not something you’re able to control, and maybe he does have certain tells about when he’s about when he’s not happy with the weekend etc., but when have you ever heard him say something just totally out of pocket. I haven’t. I think he’s quite a self possessed person, and I think what he can control he does.

I just feel like most people think about Charles the way Charles would like to be thought about. And I will say, I think a part of that is his “Everyman” image and how he feeds the para social relationship. I think he likes that people feel like they know him, but I don’t think there’s anything we know about him that he doesn’t want people to know. And I know I’m making it sound madly Machiavellian but I don’t think it’s a manipulative plot, more that the guy likes being liked - who doesn’t. I think he’s very conscious of his image, and who wouldn’t be in his position?

But yeah I just get the vibe that he makes an effort to let the fans get to know him, so that no one actually knows him.

[fandom-blackhole]

If there are anymore slots open could I be part of the shipping thing?🥺

I don’t care about gender 😉 and I’m gonna say either clone wars or the bucket boys+the armorer ( I think I messed up that spelling😬)

My pronouns are she/they and I’m 20!

I have should length brown hair and those weird hazel-grey-green-amber eyes. I’m 5’3” max and have an athletic/curvy-ish body type. I’m asexual but not aromantic, a Scorpio,and a Slytherin 🐍. My favorite colors are sage green, a dark navy/indigo blue, and soft grey tones. My favorite band is AJR but I lovveee listening to musicals and orchestral music as well as country( true country not that luke bryan type stuff). I’m a very open book and have no trouble collecting friends( I say collecting because I just kinda end up with them?) even though most of them are my complete opposite. I’m in college for civil and environmental engineering, and am really passionate about the environment (ESPECIALLY ANIMALS). And on the topic of animals I have sooo many, besides my service dog (Simba) I have 2 others dogs, a bunch of fish, and am know to be that girl who can pet wild squirrels and carry around wild snakes without getting bit. I also adore children of any age ( but especially younger then 8 cause they are just wild). I’m also a big sports/athletics fan, I play golf for my college but I also love volleyball and baseball as well as track. I also have a stupid amount of random knowledge about everything. My style is a equal mix of athletic clothes and earth tones and but up shirts are about half my wardrobe ( also it’s either long sleeves or no sleeves for me). I also hate wearing shoes but love wearing socks and have the WORST TAN LINES EVER. I’m the mom friend but also the fuck-around-and-find-out friend and am also known to throw pens/pencils at people when they annoy me. People say me theme song is ‘No Body No Crime’ by Taylor Swift. I have very strong opinions and a very strong sense of self, and if you piss me off I will remember it( we don’t forgive and forget in this house we RESENT AND REMEMBER). I am very organized and good at working with others( as long as they don’t step all over me). My mom calls me her little goose ( because I am not a duck that falls into line) but my friends call my little one and occasionally the angriest bumblebee. I also have a tattoo of a turtle, a bee, a fox, and the moon phases. I am also a huge plant person and have at least 12 plants in my dorm room with another 10+ at home. My current favorite plant is a burros tail succulent and my favorite flower is a moon flower. I compost and have no shame picking up dirt/rocks/flowers that look interesting. I also write songs and poetry ( that basically no one gets to see). I love movies of any kind ( some of my favs are The Spy Who Dumped Me, Captain Marvel, and Hamilton). I also love to read and honestly prefer fan-fiction to published works. I also am pretty good at cooking and really enjoy spicy food and chicken ( but I don’t eat beef). Uhhhhhhhhhh that’s kinda all of I can think of rn so i you have any more questions feel free to ask 😂. I’m gonna ship you with Rex because I think y’all would really vibe cause of the whole exasperated parent vibe ( who is totally willing to cause mischief when with the right people) and I could totally see y’all pointedly ignoring whatever chaos the others are causing and focusing on each other😍

Hello and thank you for participating in the ships! Also you did spell armorer correctly if that was what you were worried about! (I often have to go back and fix it when I type it because I usually put an extra -er on the end for some reason lol)

I ship you with Din Djarin!

Just to start I think Din would rally love and fall for you over and over just from watching you interact with Grogu. Seeing the two of you smiling or playing never fails to make him smile softly underneath his helmet. That being said though when he walks out of his ship and sees you just surround in little critters with Grogu in your lap he's not quite sure how to react, because he knows from experience that Grogu and small animals are not something that should be mixed, but watching you introduce the animals and allow him to pet them softly allows him to release the breath he had been holding and go about fixing his ship. Well until he hears you holler at Grogu for picking up a frog and trying to eat it. Din being always on the move never really considered having a pet himself so Din will adore your service dog, though you will have to keep an eye on him because he might try to spoil the dog in a way that service animals aren't supposed to be. Din will make sure to buy you the warmest and comfiest socks for when you all are in space because he notices you walk around without shoes so often. Din also marks me as someone who is disorganized as all hell, he just doesn't have time to keep everything nice, you know, so the fact that you are organized is something he appreciates sooooo much. He also appreciates that you are good at cooking because rations get old quick and he likes that you like spicy food because mandalorians canonically (I am pretty sure) like spicy foods. Din once found a little notebook of yours with your songs and poetry in it and he just melted, lovingly pouring over every word with a smile.

Omg yeeessss, I have chronic older sister syndrome and I am pretty sure Rex has chronic older brother syndrome so this totally works lmao

Also catch us sitting in the mess just making heart eyes at each other as we drink caf and in the background there’s Fives and Hardcase who have somehow caught the kitchen on fire lmao

Thank you for the ship, I love it!

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[therainroguefanfiction]

🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 022 [Winchester’s Starting Line]

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Word Count: 3,282

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〈“You know you’re fighting in a losing battle, Making a noose out of your hollow crown. I hold a match up to your paper castle, and watch it all burn down.” Ellie Goulding, “Hollow Crown”〉

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The smoke cleared and the boss was on the other end of the room, his body embedded in the back wall. The male standing in front of me was breathing heavily, sword poised in front of him in both hands. Wait, I recognize that mop of green hair!

“Izuku?”

He glanced over his shoulder, giving me a nervous smile. “H-Hi, Jen-san.” He was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt under a green vest. His hands were covered by gloves and he wore a brown utility belt around his waist, legs covered by blue pants. He’s also a swordmaster.

“Deku?! What the fuck are you doing here?!” Bakugo yelled, stomping over to the boy.

“U-Um, I… you looked like… you n-needed help…”

“Hah?! As if I’d ever need help from a nerd like you!”

“You say that, but Winchester would have been a goner if he hadn’t stepped in when he did.” Iida approached the two, dressed in a suit of armor, his helmet tucked under his arm. He’s the knight class.

“That’s her fault for being a fucking weakling!”

“Gee, thanks.” I rolled my eyes, coughing again.

“Don’t worry, Jen, I can heal you!” Ochaco smiled brightly as she kneeled beside me, dressed in a short tan dress with a red hood over her head. Black leggings covered her legs, disappearing into brown boots. She carried a wooden staff, her right hand wearing a red glove. She’s the mage class. Ochaco hovered her hand above my stomach and it started to glow purple before my health shot up. “There, all better!”

“Thanks,” I pulled myself to my feet, dusting off my pants.

Iida snapped his gaze to me. “Why are you here? You’re not even level fifty yet!”

My eyes narrowed. “I’m half a pubic hair from being fifty. Fuck you.”

His cheeks burned. “E-Either way, this area is far too advanced for you! Show some responsibility for your actions.”

“You know, you really fucking piss me off, Prep.”

“P-Prep? My name is -!”

“I don’t fucking care,” I scoffed. “Oi, Bakuhoe. You got five minutes to finish this bitch off before I call it quits. I’m fuckin’ hungry and now in a bad mood.”

“Che, don’t tell me what to do!” He turned his back to me. “Let’s go, shitty hair!”

“Right!” Kirishima blew smoke from his nose.

Izuku and Iida joined the fight, while Ochaco stuck close to me with a magical shield up in case the boss decided to attack me again. Ten minutes passed and Kirishima dealt the finishing blow with a swipe of his clawed hand. Or is it a paw? Dragons don’t have paws right? Feet? But that makes me think of the back legs not the front.

As the boss shattered, an annoying jingling started to go off in my ear like I had just won the fucking jackpot on a slot machine. My level shot through the roof, jumping from forty-nine to seventy-nine. My body feels lighter, stronger, and now I have a shit ton of power points to assign again. For fuck’s sake.

Kirishima’s body started to shrink back to human form and he fell back onto his ass, a bright grin on his face. “I can’t believe we did it! You’re super strong, Midoriya!”

The greenette flushed at the praise, not missing Bakugo’s glare. “N-No, I’m really not -”

“Of course he is!” Iida pushed up his glasses. “Not only is he max level, but he also has the legendary Allmiber!”

Allmiber? What, is that the fucking love child of All Might and Excalibur?

“How the fuck did you hit max level?! And where the fuck did you get the most OP weapon in the damn game?!” Bakugo demanded, trying to grab the front of Izuku’s shirt, but the anti-PVP system prevented him from doing so.

“That’s so cool!” Kirishima jumped to his feet, eyes sparkling. “Only five people in the entire game have managed to find Allmiber!”

“And you, shitty hair!” Bakugo’s vermillion eyes snapped to the red-head, pointing an angry finger at his face. “How the fuck are you a Dragonling?!”

“What’s a Dragonling?” Ochaco whispered from behind me.

Izuku answered, his eyes shining. “Dragonlings are the rarest race in the whole game! They can’t be chosen or even bought, you can only get it as a drop from a powerful boss. The drop rate itself is only .01% and the drop location changes every week. They say that Dragonlings are unbeatable because of their massive health bars and insane defense and armor. They’re also the only race in the game that can change their forms in battle! Their dragon forms have been called the gods of the game! Did you know that the creator -”

I glanced over my shoulder at him, sweatdropping as he continued to ramble on about the game. A simple, ‘it’s rare!’ woulda been fine, ya know. But Ochaco and Iida are listening intently to him, as usual, nodding their head every few words.

Kirishima laughed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I was just killing some scarecrows for a quest and it dropped.”

“You got a Dragonling from a fucking level five quest?! I’ll kill you!”

My lips tugged down as I watched the two groups interacting with each other. Why do I feel a sudden pang in my heart? I cursed, turning toward the exit portal that had opened up after the boss with destroyed. It took me back to town and I quickly logged out of the game, pulling myself off the wooden floor and turning the console off. I can still hear Bakugo screaming over the phone and I hesitated.

Should I say something? I decided I didn’t want to bother them and just ended the group call without a word, glancing at the clock. Nine-thirty.

The front door opened and closed, Toshi stepped into the living room looking tired and ragged. He smiled when he saw me. “Hello, young Jen. What would you like me to make for dinner?”

I grunted, pushing past him before he could step into the kitchen. “I wanna work on my cooking skull. You don’t mind, yeah?”

He sent me a confused look, but it soon melted to one of warmth. “That’s fine with me. I’m guessing tacos since I lifted the ban?”

“Nah. I’m in the mood for some curry.”

“Oh…” he shifted in the doorway, watching me closely. “Is anything bothering you?”

I sent him a small smile. “I spent all day playing an RPG with Bakugo, so I’ve just got a bit of headache.”

He sweatdropped. “That’ll do it. I’m gonna go take a shower.”

My smile dropped as soon as the bathroom door closed. To be honest, I don’t really know why I’m suddenly feeling so… isolated and down, I guess? I don’t wanna worry him, especially when I don’t even technically know what my problem is. Thinking about it, a lot of time has passed since I came to this world, since I started at U.A.

While everyone else has been forging friendships, I’ve been too damn busy keeping people at a distance. I haven’t made any efforts at all. Bakugo only asked me to play with him because he had no one else, but now he knows that the golden trio and Kirishima also play. They don’t need a low level to babysit that knows nothing about the game.

I groaned, rubbing my forehead in frustration. “Why is this bothering me? Get a grip.”

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My phone buzzed for the millionth time and I sighed, opening my messages. From Bakugo:

‘Where the fuck did u go?’

‘Oi, fuckin answer me’

‘…somethings wrong aint it?’

‘Stop fucking ignoring me!’

And from a number I didn’t recognize:

‘Hey Winchester! Got ur number from Bakugo!’

‘This is Kirishima btw’

‘Whyd u log out so suddenly? Everything ok?’

‘That sword u got is really cool btw, it costs a million gold!’

My brow furrowed. Why did he give my number to Kirishima? Why’d he want it in the first place? Are they really worried about me? And that sword… why did Bakugo give me something that’s worth so damn much? I don’t understand anything.

I sighed, throwing my phone onto the couch before plopping down onto the floor so I could put my sneakers on. I heard shuffling behind me as Toshi walked quietly down the hall, pausing when he noticed me.

“Young Jen, you’re up early!”

“Don’t sound so surprised, Toshi.”

“You’re never awake when I leave in the mornings.” He commented, sliding his feet into the over-sized loafers. He suddenly grinned, his body expanding as he took on his muscle form. “Shall I carry you to school today? Ahahaha!”

I rolled my eyes as I pushed the door open. “I’m not a kid, but I’m sure Izuku would take you up on that offer, though.”

He laughed again, closing and locking the door. “I’m sure he would! By the way, I wanted to thank you for befriending young Midoriya. I feel more at ease knowing that you’re there to watch his back.”

“I’d hardly call myself his friend,” I muttered under my breath.

“Hm? What was that?”

“I said you’re welcome.”

He smiled brightly, slapping my shoulder. “Be safe on your way to school, young Jen!” He kneeled down, kicking off the ground as he took to the sky. I waited until he was out of sight before starting to walk, stuffing my hands into my pockets.

It was still dark outside, the neighborhood peaceful as the residents slept. Crickets chirped tiredly in the distance, pausing when the wind blew through the trees. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always found solace in the darkness. I’ve always been a night owl, preferring to be awake through the night rather than during the day. Maybe it’s because I hate the sun, or maybe it’s because there are fewer people around at night… I don’t really know the reason. This little strip of time before the sun starts to rise makes me feel at peace.

I took my time walking to school and the sun was just starting to glare over the horizon as I walked through the archway, casting shades of orange and purple across the sky. It was beautiful, sure, but I ain’t fond of the sun.

I entered the school building, heading for class 1-A. The room was empty and, for a minute, I just stood in the doorway. It felt weird without the loud chatter of the other students. It was eerie, like I had just stepped into an alternate dimension or some shit.

“Fuckin’ creepy,” I muttered, flicking on the light before heading to my desk. What do I do now? I left my phone behind, so I can’t play any games. I guess I could work on my homework… I started it last night but couldn’t concentrate so I ended up giving up and going to bed. Scrunching my nose up, I grabbed my notebook and the worksheets we had been given and got to work.

The door slid open a few minutes later and I glanced up, meeting surprised heterochromatic eyes. I returned my gaze to my notebook, where I was working on a doodle of Deadpool wearing a taco hat. At least he ain’t glaring at me, but the day is still young.

The legs of the chair scraped against the floor as he sat at his desk. He was quiet for a moment before speaking up, almost hesitantly. “Good morning,”

I raised a brow at him, but he was staring down at his desk. “Uh… sure.”

“Are you all healed up?”

“Yeah,”

“That’s good,” he nodded his head, pulling his notebook from his bag. “Does my voice really keep you calm?”

I nearly snapped my pencil, a bead of sweat rolling down my cheek. Damn, talk about being blunt. I cleared my throat, “Why are you even talkin’ to me?”

His eyes met mine, growing wide. “Should I not be?”

I shrugged. “You’ve always seemed perfectly content just glaring at me.”

Peppermint quickly looked away, his hair covering his eyes. “I’m sorry. You just… remind me of someone.”

“Who?”

He was silent for a moment and I figured he wasn’t going to answer. When he finally did, his voice was like ice. “My father,”

I raised a brow, humming. So a pretty boy with daddy issues, huh? Interesting. “Right. Good to know I remind you of an old man.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he mumbled, his cheeks gaining some color. “Will you answer my question now?”

“Yes, you have a calming voice. Happy?” I sighed, turning back to my notebook. Man, I accidentally stabbed Deadpool in the face.

The door slid open again and Fumi stepped inside, tilting his head as his eyes met mine. He approached my desk with a smile. “Good morning, Jen-san.”

“Sup, Fumi.”

“You’re usually one of the last to arrive. It’s quite alarming to see you here so early.”

“Sheesh, a girl tries to be a diligent student and everyone thinks the world is comin’ to an end.” I grinned, leaning back in my chair. “I wanted to try somethin’ new, but don’t worry, I hate it and won’t be doing it again.”

He chuckled, his eyes scanning my notebook. “You did this problem wrong,”

“Heh?” I glanced at the math problem he was pointing at. “Fuck math,”

“If you’d like, I can give you a hand.”

“For sure, thanks Fumi. The last thing I need is a lecture from Ectoplasm about not paying attention in his class.”

He nodded toward the pencil. “May I?”

“Go for it,” I watched as he scribbled down a number on the corner of the page.

“You can message me anytime you find yourself stuck and I will do my best to assist you.”

“Yeah, I will.” I smiled at him. “Thanks, Fumi.”

He nodded, returning the smile before heading to his desk. I caught Peppermint’s gaze but he quickly looked away. What’s his deal today?

Students slowly started to filter into the room and the silence morphed into loud chatter. In a way, their loud natures is annoying as all hell, but… I think I prefer it over the alternative.

“Wait, who are you?”

I glanced up at the sound of Alien’s voice, seeing Rin standing in the doorway. What’s he doing here?

He bowed, offering a kind smile. “My name is Hiryuu Rin from class 1-B next door. I’m looking for Winchester,”

Her eyes fell on me, half-hidden behind Momo. I stood up and approached him, grabbing his wrist and tugging him from the room. I could already hear her excited whispers. I swear if she starts spreading some stupid shit… I brought Rin to the stairway, which only had a few students passing by. As soon as I turned toward him, his arms were thrown around my neck, my body tensing at the contact.

“Uhh…”

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” He spoke with a voice full of emotion, his grip tightening around me. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest. “I heard about the attack, about two students being seriously injured along with Aizawa-sensei and Thirteen-sensei. I came to see you yesterday, to see if you were okay, but your entire class was gone. I was so worried about you, Winchester!”

My body relaxed as I wrapped my arms around him, gently rubbing his back. “The faulty thought it would be a good idea if we took a day off after the attack. Me and Izuku were a bit reckless, but it ain’t a big deal.”

“‘A bit reckless’?” He pulled back, eyes narrowed in frustration and worry. “You could’ve been killed.”

“I didn’t think you cared that much,” I muttered, scratching my cheek as I glanced to the side.”

“You’re my friend, of course, I care!” He sighed, letting his arms fall to his sides. “You’re okay, that’s what matters.”

My heart skipped a beat, my chest growing warm as my lips curled up. My hand rested on his head. “I’m sorry I worried you, Rin.”

“Call me Hiryuu.”

“Only if you call me Jen.”

“Deal,” he grinned.

“Hey, Rin! Class is gonna start soon!” An orange-haired girl smiled at us as she walked by with a girl that looked like she just stepped out of My Little Pony.

“Be right there, Kendo!” He called before turning back to me, pulling his phone out of his bag. “Can we exchange numbers?”

“Oh, uh, sure. I forgot my phone at home, though, so I’ll text you back after I get home.” I gave him my number and we parted ways, entering our own classrooms. Two numbers in one day? You’re turning into a player, girl. My good mood fizzled a bit when I entered class 1-A, eyes locking with angry vermillion.

“Morning, Winchester!” Kirishima grinned. “Last night was so much fun, let’s play again sometime!”

“Ooh~ What did you two do last night?” Alien asked, clapping her hands excitedly. “And who was that boy? Is he your boyfriend, Winchester?”

Satan, grant me the strength I need to not kill anyone today. “No, he’s just a friend.” I ignored her disappointed pout as I headed for my desk. I was almost there when a hand grabbed my shoulder roughly. Green met vermillion as we stared at each for a moment.

“You didn’t fucking answer my messages,” Bakugo’s voice was surprisingly calm as he gauged my reaction.

“I fell asleep after getting offline,” I lied, keeping my expression blank.

“Why the fuck didn’t you answer when you woke up, then?”

“Forgot my phone,”

“Stop fucking lying to me!”

I grunted, pulling myself from his grip and plopping down at my desk. Why do I suddenly feel so guilty about lying? Why did I even lie in the first place? It had been an instant reaction, I didn’t even consider it. We’re not even friends. He just tolerates me because I do the same for him.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance before stomping back to his desk.

“Hey, you guys! Did you watch the news?” Invisigirl asked, excitedly. “It was so cool that we got a few seconds of screen time. Though I bet nobody noticed me hanging out in the background…”

“Probably not,” Octo agreed.

Tail sweatdropped. “It is difficult to stand out when you’re just gloves…”

“We’re totally big deals.” Sparky’s voice was full of arrogance. “Those news channels love us, we’re basically celebrities!”

“Yeah, it’s kinda crazy, right?”

“Get over yourselves. The hero course that pumps out pros was attacked and that’s what they care about.”

“Who knows what woulda happened to us if the teachers hadn’t shown up.”

“Death. That’s what woulda happened.” I commented, dryly.

“Why’d you say that?!” Grape freaked out, his eyes full of tears. “I’m gonna pee myself just thinking about it!”

My lip curled back in disgust. Why is this fucking brat even in the hero course? I’ve seen more heroism from a fucking cockroach.

“Ah, shut up! Grow a pair, loser!!”

“Did you guys see All Might fighting the bird guy? That guy was super strong and he still destroyed him!”

“Yes, his strength is truly a thing of wonder.”

“Attention! Homeroom class is about to begin! Everyone stop talking and take your seats!” Iida ordered as he stood at the front of the room.

“Uh, we’re all sitting.”

“You’re the only one standing.”

Iida fell into his chair, body shaking. “Dang it,”

“Don’t sweat it,” Ochaco smiled. She’s honestly too precious for this world.

The door slid open and a heavily bandaged Aizawa appeared. His face was still covered, and both arms were in slings across his chest. “Good morning, class.”

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Underneath Your Beskar

MandoxReader RATED: E

She trudged through the woods of the moon called Endor in search of a quarry that was becoming quite hard for anyone to find. Quite a few bounty hunters got the puck at their guilds or directly from their bosses. Even Din Djarin received it. Her “arch-nemesis.” Well, maybe he wasn’t exactly that but, more of a competitor. Why? He is a Mandalorian… and so is she. They were both foundlings and had gone through their training together as young children. There was never a dull moment between them. They were always bickering and fighting. Their adoptive parents even made them sparring partners during their training. It was the only way to get them to shut up sometimes. 

Now that her and Din were older now it didn’t get as bad. Then again, they didn’t ever see much of each other anyways. That was until she had gone on this mission for the quarry. He was a well known smuggler throughout the galaxy and who had friends in high and mysterious places. Instead of finding him, she ran right into the Razor Crest instead. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said as she stopped dead in her tracks on her hunt through the woods. The ship hissed and she knew it had just landed. Engines were being shut down. The Razor Crest belonged to none other than Din and she was very interested as to why he was here. He would normally go out onto some wild planet or something else on the further edge of the galaxy but, here he was. She took a knee on the forest floor behind some bushes and was startled a bit as she heard the door hiss open. 

 He walked down the ramp of his ship moving his neck from side to side, stretching. 

She watched the male Mandalorian as he slowly looked around into his surroundings. She stared. She didn’t remember his shoulders being so broad and how tall he was or the way his beskar armor was glinting in the light of the stars. She even noticed that he finally had a signet. A mudhorn. Now maybe she had some attraction towards the rivaling Mandalorian. She pondered it and questioned it every time she would see him on other planets and the same thing went for this situation now. 

He abruptly stopped looking around, head snapping and facing the direction to the bushes in which she was hiding. She knew he could see her. They have a special vision in their visors to do so. Her heat radiated from her body. His hand was already slowly going for his blaster but stopped and put his hand back down. She was able to release the breath that she was holding in. He stared into her direction for what seemed like an eternity. She has never been as anxious as she was now to just up and run. This was embarrassing. Forbidden thoughts flooded her mind. She didn’t want to believe she really did have a thing for him but, again, here we are. So, let’s admit it, she’d thought of him quite a few times during those late nights that she couldn’t sleep.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a jet pack revving up. She bolted as he took off towards her in the bushes. The forest had grown darker and she turned on her night vision as she ran. As she darted through the trees she looked back to see him gaining on her and decided to use her pack as well.

She trembled trying to find the buttons and almost fell over a tree trunk. Relief hit her as fire and air came to life from the pack and lifted her off into the air. She flew up and out of the woods above the treetops. She hovered above them and looked around to realize that she didn’t see him anywhere near her at this point. There’s no way that she had already lost him.

Something hard hit her from above and she recognized it was Din. They went hurdling down towards the forest floor. She tried to release herself from his iron grip but couldn’t. She balled her self up in a fetal position and landed a front kick to his chest instead. He maxed the speed on his pack as she did this and it sent her almost falling faster but, he caught her. She clung onto him this time.

At this point she just decided to give up at this point and deal with the cards at hand. She was caught eye-fucking THE Mandalorian. Otherwise known as Mando. To her, it was Din. So yes, she couldn’t get out of his grip and escape him. Curse the tired muscles that plagued her from lack of sleep the past few days. One of her flaws. That was one thing that Din liked about her: she clung to her humanity and still acknowledged her human flaws even after all the wreckage they faced in their lives as young children. She was known for being fair but fierce and knew when to show her emotions and when not to.

“We’re going back to the Razor Crest,” he said. “You owe me an explanation!”

“You’ll have to figure out how to get it out of me Din! Can you even accomplish that?”

He ‘hmphed’ softly and looked ahead as he flew towards his ship with the female Mandalorian in tow.

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The fire was warm… even if you’re tied up to a tree with your hands above your head. She managed to drift to sleep a bit as she waited for him to put “his kid” away to bed. Everyone who was anyone Din stole the bounty from some former Empire member. The bounty on Din’s head was no longer valid though. She looked up when she heard his footsteps coming down from the ramp of his ship. She watched him as he went and sat down on a large rock close to her. He picked up a twig on the ground and twirled it in his fingers then threw it into the fire.

He looked her way and sighed.

“What is your problem Din Djarin?” she asked loudly.

“Seems to me you’re the one that has the problem. You spied on me… Did you get a good look?” If his helmet was off you would’ve seen his face all smug. She knew it.

Her reply was a loud

and the roll of her eyes.

Now Din Djarin had his theories about this woman. She didn’t know it but, he’s seen her stare plenty of times when they’ve had encounters in the past and have had some interesting conversations at a few cantinas in the past too. One thing was for certain; he was going to find out tonight just what her intentions (if she had any) and her thoughts were. He got up from the rock he was sitting on and walked over to her. It was too bad she couldn’t see his face because she would’ve seen the smug smile as he looked up at her bound hands.

She got a bit nervous as he walked slowly over  and even more as he tilted his head up a bit. It was as if he was thinking about something. She had no idea why he had tied her hands up in the first place but, the action itself simply seemed... arousing. This scared the female Mandalorian. He placed both hands on either side of her and she held her breath. His helmet was inches close to hers.

Now on Mandalore, two helmets touching was an act of affection. It was usually a kiss. She had seen her adoptive mother and father touch helmets and they had done so to her. Of course it wasn’t the same as touching lips but, they took an oath to never take off their helmets. That was the life of a Mandalorian. This is the way.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. You can tell me why you’re here

you can tell me why you were spying in the bushes over there,” Din said as he motioned his head to the side.

“You really think I’m just going to tell you everything, huh?”

Din waited five seconds and then quickly ran his hand up under her helmet and softly grabbed her face. An audible gasp came from her lips. She’s never felt anyone’s hands on her face for a very long time, much less ones with gloves. Din’s gloves. Her heart pounded and she slowly replied, “there was… a quarry that I was after. That’s the only reason I’m here. I-I didn’t expect company… especially another Mandalorian.”

“Why do you hate me?” His hands softened even more and his fingers moved along her cheek and down her jawline.

“I don’t! I never have. Even as children. I just always saw you as friendly competition.” Her shoulders shrugged and you could hear that she was toying with him.

“Good,” he said. “I have never hated you… I actually admire your personality. Don’t get too cocky though. We’re not done here yet. Your charms won’t weaken me. But, since you don’t hate me you must really, really… like me then?” His thumbs now traced her lips. Through his gloved hands he imagined her lips to be a pinkish color and as he could feel them a bit they were definitely full and soft.

She jerked her head to the side to try and get away from his hands. She signed and calmly spoke, “you already have your answers, Din. Now let me go about my business. We can part as friends… o-or acquaintances. Whichever you prefer.”

“But you were spying, m’lady,” he said. “Maybe this will give me some more answers…” He then ran his hand gently over her stomach, then to her sides and up her back. He did it over her armor first then he went as much underneath it as he could.

“D-Din!!”

“Tell me,” he said softly, “Tell me what I’ve always known. You can’t hide from me, sweetheart. Nobody can.”

That was very much a threat. His hands went to the straps of her armor and started undoing them. His heavy breathing gave her chills. He was anxious. Her shoulder pads came off. She tilted her head to him and gave him a soft, slow reply, “I will tell. You. Nothing.”

He sighed and started undoing her chest plate. “Well then, shall we continue?”

His hands ran over the black, long sleeve shirt she wore under her armor. It was a tight fabric that showed much of her upper figure.His hands ran across her breast and she moaned quietly and she pushed her chest forward slowly, trying not to make it obvious. He ignored the gestures and went down to the armor on her legs. Again, skin tight, black fabric covered her. He was on his knees by now and ran his hands up her legs and her ass. She moaned a bit louder this time.

“That’s right, Din,” she said laughing playfully and sighing. “Worship… me….” She placed one foot on his shoulder and he paused to look up at her. “Perhaps then you’ll get answers out of me.”

Din chuckled at her bargain. “I think I got all the answers I need now.”

He took off her one boot that was on his shoulder and then the other one. He traced his hands, once again, all along her legs, her ass, breast and then her arms. He took off her gloves to reveal such soft and delicate hands. He traced the inside of her palms.

He touched his helmet to hers.

“Take off your gloves,” she said.

Din quickly took them off and threw them both over his shoulder. He placed his hand under her helmet again and she let him cradle her face. He moved his thumb to her mouth and caught him by surprise when she opened it to place it in her mouth. He moaned. He switched it up and placed his index and middle fingers in next. He took them out after a bit and placed them down into her pants. Her voice cracked from her gentle cries as he ran two fingers up and down her wet entrance, enticing her bud to become engorged. She lifted a leg up to his hip and he caught it with his other hand. He played with her entrance by only placing a finger tip inside. He never went fully in and she whined and begged him for a full finger. Her clit throbbed.

“Please let me down now, Din! Please!” she begged. He slipped his hand out of her pants and slowly started to take his armor off.

His voice was cracked from desire and although his helmet made his voice sound different you could hear the deep, honeyed baritone voice as he replied back to her wanting.

“I want you to feel how I felt all those years watching you.” His boots came off with a thud to the ground. He stood there waiting for her to reply before he could continue.

“You have no idea Din Djarin.”

He pulled a knife from out of his armor on the ground and quickly cut her bonds from above her head. She threw her hands over his head while he threw his knife to the ground and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Their helmets touched once again. He lifted her shirt up to reveal her breasts bound by a cloth. Something some female Mandalorians did. She helped him to unravel it while he watched intently and grabbed onto her tits as soon as the cloth came unraveled. She arched backwards a bit into his arms as he lightly pinched her nipples and massaged her tits. He picked her up and carried her a little closer to the Razor Crest and the fire. It was getting a bit colder out.

Din set her onto the ground and traced the contours of her breasts down to her hips.

“Everything must come off, Din. Except the obvious,” she said as she tugged at his waistband. She noticed his hard on showing through his pants and she went to grab it. She traced it with her index finger and heard his breathing start to shake. She took the head of his cock and traced it with her thumb and noticed that he already had liquid forming at his tip.

“F-fuck!” he exclaimed and she ran circles on it. He grabbed her hand and pushed her back down onto the ground, stood up and took off his pants.

“You’re gonna have to turn around while I take off my shirt,” he said to her and she obeyed and turned on her stomach.

“You’ll have to do the same, Din.”

“Not tonight,” he replied. “I don’t have the patience for that right now.”

She turned back around when he told her to do so. She stopped everything and stared at him. His body was hard and cut but scarred from battles from the past. His skin was the color of an olive toned tan. His cock was magnificent and she reached for it again. He stopped her to take off her pants and then her undergarments. He threw those to the ground and looked back at her in awe. He traced his fingertips lightly starting from her shoulders down her chest, her stomach and down her slit. She closed her legs as the sensation was all but too much for her.

He quickly grabbed her legs from behind her knees and pushed them backwards, exploiting her pussy to him. He gasped seeing her slit open a bit to reveal deep pink, soft, wet flesh. She whined softly as he looked at her. She was dripping and he wished that he could taste her. She felt a soft breeze tease her already wet cunt and she cried out his name.

“I already told you… I was going to make you wait. So cry all you want, sweet girl.”

He kept one of her legs in his hand and put the other one down and ran his fingers up and down her slit  again. He placed his fingers inside her and thumbed her bud. She arched her back and cried out as his fingers went in and out, anticipating her orgasm. He took his fingers back out now wet with her juices and then rubbed her clit with both fingers vigorously making her scream and shake. She tried to grab onto the dirt below her to brace herself but, once again, he stopped suddenly.

“Oh Din! Please!”

“So you do want me, huh?” he asked while looking down at her. She could feel his eyes looking through his helmet and into her soul.

“Yes,” she whispered and then got a bit louder, “yes! I always have There I said it!” Her hips arched trying to reach his cock. He grabbed it and pushed her back down. He slid the head of his cock at her entrance.

“Well… that wasn’t so hard now was it?” Before she could answer him he had already slowly inserted himself into her pussy. He was thick and she felt her entire center stretch open for him. A jab of pain jolted through her for a quick second and she cried out grabbing onto his forearms. He pushed both her legs backwards and leaned on them slightly while driving in and out of her. He sat up after a bit and placed his hands under her knees. He watched himself as he would disappear into her tight cunt. Fast and then slow. Every thrust was met by a mewl from his female Mandalorian.

“I want to come!” she said in between his thrusts and her cries of pleasure.

He stopped and spread her legs wider. His thrust was more animalistic now and harder and he grabbed onto her tits while doing so. She screamed and her eyes started to water. She moved her hand down to her center and played with her clit while he drove into her. As he watched her do this he let out a big “Fuck!”

“I-I-I’m gonna cu-” she was cut off by the stars in her eyes and the pang of pleasure throughout her body. She convulsed and gasped his name. Din kept thrusting into her, a bit slower now and continued to rub her clit when she had stopped. She cried out as he did this and he held her hands so she couldn’t stop him. Her body continued to shake and her legs trembled. He flipped her over on all fours.

He rubbed his hands over her back and her ass then back up her body. She was still panting and shaking. He teased her sore entrance with the tip of his cock and she moaned. He caught her by surprise by slamming into her.

“O-oh fuck Din! Fuck!” she panted as her tired body followed along with his thrusts.

Within four more thrusts he had pulled out and spilled himself all over her ass. He moaned as his cock convulsed in his hands. He then wrapped one arm underneath her body and dragged her down with him onto the ground. Her head laid down on his chest, one leg placed on his. The night was quiet again. In the distance you could hear nocturnal creatures calling to their mates. A gentle breeze swept through the forest and gave them both goosebumps. Din wrapped his arms tighter around her and traced circles onto her shoulder.

“So…” he said and paused.

“So what?” she replied.

“What happens now?” He tilted his head a bit to see her.

She signed and replied back, “I’m still going after the quarry.”

There was a long pause. Din didn’t know what she would say if he asked her to accompany him. He wasn’t nervous to ask and he wouldn’t be too upset if she denied him. He wanted her to be comfortable with her decision. He wanted her to want to go if he asked.

“My ship crashed a good few miles away,” she said. “It’s an older model. I was gonna have to get a new ship at some point but I was hoping to repair it within a few days.”

“Don’t,” he said. “... come with me.”

If only he could see the smile on her face. It's like he had read her mind. She was planning to ask him if he wouldn’t mind company anyways.

“Two Mandalorians taking over the galaxy, huh?”

He chuckled softly at her response. He was relieved that she didn’t shoot him down. She gently grabbed his helmet and faced him towards her putting their helmets together and said, “that sounds like a plan.”