#finally decided to just give Gadget hair

[cuddlefl00fs]

@inspectorgadget24

[stargirlygirl]

Rut Suppressants pt.1

Alpha!Shoto x Omega!Fem!Reader

Summary: You find out that Shoto's been taking rut suppressants ever since you've been together. You take them off him and get to see a new side of your husband.

Word count: 5.2k

A/n: This is PART 1 of 2. Part 2 is hyperlinked. The second part ties up all the little plot points touched on here.

🚨Warnings: Smut, 18+, NSFW, p in v, masturbation, oral sex

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You were typing away at your computer, responding to some dry work emails about tomorrow’s presentation. You had been working in a small team to design a new marketing strategy for your company’s latest hero gadgets. Of course, you had been pulling the weight of the team, you little hard worker. Or maybe your HR team didn’t hire the right candidates, you decide. It was easy enough though. The hard part was just getting your colleagues to look like they knew what they were doing by 10am tomorrow.

After responding to another email of “What does this mean?”, you heard the front door click open, grocery bags scraping against it. Ah, your mate is home. Finally, you smile. You set your desktop to sleep before leaving the study. As you walk down the hallway, half-white half-red hair comes into view. He’s got his back to you. Black shirt clinging to his sweaty muscles. Must of been to the gym too, you thought. You rest your shoulder against the fridge, arms crossed underneath your chest, taking in the sight of you husband. He’s going through the bags, rummaging through them restlessly, clearly on the hunt for something.

“Need some help?” You smirk.

He turns around, blue-grey eyes wide. His expression visibly eases, slightly opened mouth forming a closed smile. “No, I’m fine. How was work?” He returns to his scavenger hunt in the bag right at his feet.

“Fine. I’ve got it under control for tomorrow’s meeting.” You push off of the fridge and come up behind him, hand on the edge of the island bench. You look over his shoulder, curious about what he could possibly be looking for. Shoto always gave you a kiss whenever he came home, regardless of what had happened during patrol or of what you were doing. For him to neglect you like this was rather odd.

“You didn’t do all the work again, did you?” His voice had an edge to it… Interesting.

“You know how it is—”

“Well, it shouldn’t be,” he almost growled, “You should all be doing it, not just you.” He cussed under his breath.

Okay, this was getting weird. Agitated over you working hard? I mean yea but, he usually reins it it, accepts that this job is just that for you, a job. One that you’ve talked to him about leaving. Swearing? Not Shoto. Only when y’all are… you know.

“Shoto, babe, what’s up?” Standing directly behind him, you run your hand through his locks. He hums.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine, “you whine.

You watch as he starts going through the fourth bag, pulling out a small box with the label “Rut suppressants. Take as needed. Maximum dosage: five per day."

This little fucker. You snatch it out of his hands immediately, sprinting from the scene into the back of your apartment.

“[Y/n]! [Y/n] stop!” You can hear him coming after you, the sound of his feet hitting the floorboards. “Give that to me now!”

You’re running frantically, heart pounding in your chest, hands getting sweaty around the evil cardboard box. You dash into your shared bedroom, slamming the door shut. Fuck! Where should I hide it? You look around, [e/c] eyes settling on the dresser. You race over to it, emptying the contents of the box into the first draw, beneath your bras and panties.

“[Y/n]!”

Shit, he’s close to the door. You slam the drawer shut and run-stumble into the ensuite. Leaning against the door, you lock it. Okay okay, think! Think! The door knob rattles.

“Y/n! Open this door right now or I swear—” The silver handle is shaking now.

The toilet! You open the lid and crush the box in your hands; it makes those crinkling noises before you toss it into the trash bin and flush the toilet. At that moment, the door bursts open.

Shoto’s chest is heaving. His eyes are unfocused, frenzied. He’s panting… with anger you decide as there’s no way that lil sprint could of worked up the number 3 pro hero that much. He stalks towards you, grabbing your wrists and leaning down to meet your eyes.

“What did you do with it?” His tone shocks you. His voice is so low now… and hoarse. It throws you off. “With-with what?” You breath out. You’re pretty puffed. “Don’t play dumb. You didn’t actually flush ‘em down the toilet, did you?”

His face is now inches from yours. You remain defiant, eyes staring back into his. The heat radiating from his left tickles your skin. “Um… well yea, yea I did. They’re um, yea, they’re down the toilet.” He laughs. More like barks. His breath hits your face. All you can smell is his sweat interlaced with his fresh scent.

“You’re so bad at lying, you know that?” He smirks, straightening back up. His muscles pull taut as he runs pale fingers through that snowy, silky hair. You watch as he looks around the bathroom. “Where’d you really put ‘em?” He looks back down at you, scrutinising you beneath his gaze. Your ragged breaths now hitch. “I don’t—”

“Don’t deny it!” He shouts. You shrink back instinctively.

You’ve never seen him like this before. He’s always so controlled. Even when you’re in heat, he’s always got it together. Always able to draw back or change the pace when you need him to. That’s why you took the pills off him in the first place. You’ve been getting suspicious for months now since the two of you got married that he’s been on rut suppressants. It just didn’t add up. After your first heat together, you had actually asked him about his ruts so you knew when you had to return the favour.

“I don’t really rut, babe.” His hand rubbed the back of his neck, heterochromatic eyes averting from yours.

You laughed in response. “You don’t rut?” Your eyebrows raised. “Should I be concerned or…”

“No,” he said shyly, “it’s not like that.”

You waited for him to continue, watching as his eyes fluttered from object to object.

“I don’t get very intense ruts.”

Your brow was still quirked. “You don’t get ‘very intense ruts’? Like, you don’t get super aggressive and horny when you rut.”

His muscles relaxed upon hearing that. He looked back at you now. “Yea, it’s a minor annoyance. Nothing to worry about.”

You relaxed too, seeing that he was more comfortable now. “Trust me.” He took your hands in his larger ones. The temperature difference of both something you weren’t used to yet. “You don’t ever have to worry about control with me.” He gave you a sweet reassuring smile.

“Are you sure? I mean—”

“Trust me.” He squeezed your hands and leaned over, planting a small kiss on your lips. You grinned as he pulled back, trusting his word, however odd it seemed.

Had he lied to you? When you had announced to your friends that you and Shoto were (finally) getting married, they had warned you about that post-wedding baby fever. The endless marathon sex you two would be having once your cycles synced up. You had been waiting your entire relationship for that to happen and it hadn’t. So, once you two tied the knot wink, you had been hoping that the talk of ‘pups’ would come up, but it just hadn’t. That’s when you had begun to think something was off. Even if he didn’t have “intense ruts”, he would still be feeling the urge to breed you, wouldn’t he? Or maybe he just didn’t—

“Where did you put my suppressants?” He stared you down, thin brows furrowed. “Babe…” You can see that he’s getting really agitated. His hands are trembling at his sides. Maybe you should try something else. Something else that’s gonna get you the result you want.

“Make me.”

At this, he frowns even more. “Make you what?”

“Make me tell you.” You take a step forward, feigning confidence, coming close to him again and tilting your head to the side, challenging him.

He scoffs. Those beautiful eyes, like solar eclipses, flickering away from you for a moment. “Make you…” He says quietly. He stares at you even more intensely now as he’s thinks it over.

It’s time to get cocky. “Yea, make me.” You stretch up towards him, arms wrapping around his neck. “I want you,” you move to whisper in his ear, your lips brushing his earlobe. “My sexy Alpha,” you run both of your hands through his hair now. He groans right back into your neck, large hands palming your lower back. “To make me submit to you.”

In an instant, your over his shoulder, his palm smacking your right cheek. He’s carrying you out of the ensuite. You’ve done it now hehe.

As he crosses the threshold, you notice the door knob was coated in ice, hanging there, limp. Looks like you’ve gotta add fixing that to your to-do list tomorrow. He throws you like a stuffed toy onto your plush bed. His shirt’s already coming off, rippling contours all for your pleasure. Yea, make that ‘to-do next week’. Large hands already besides your head. Lean arms, meaty thighs, delicious toned frame caging you in. You’re forced to stare into those mismatched eyes. Not like you’d want to do anything else anyways.

Your breaths intermingle, just like your scents. He just stares at you, pupils dilated. Afternoon light from the adjacent windows making your figures glow. You love the way it streaks through his hair, and he loves the way it catches on your full lips. He thumbs your lower lip, pulling it down to reveal your teeth. You lower your chin, taking his thumb into your mouth. You circle your tongue over top of thumb before tasting the pad of it. It’s cold, like a popsicle you suck on in summer. You can think of another ‘popsicle’ you’d rather be sucking on right—

“I… I-I don’t…” His brows are knitted together once more. Pupils wavering between dilated and contracted, showing off those blue and grey hues you love so much. You stop what you’re doing with your tongue, opting to place both of your hands on his cheeks. His thumb leaves your mouth but rests on your chin.

“I don’t know if… if this s-safe.” You can’t stop yourself from giggling a little. What a cutie. “Pookie, of course this is safe. I was made for you. You know that, right?” You smirk. You’re a feelin’ like a cocky little shit today btw if you didn’t get that. This man’s shyness inflating your big dick ego.

“Of course I do but…” He averts his gaze, looking at your ear instead. “But?” You continue. However, he doesn’t respond. He just moves his hand from your chin and tucks a strand of [h/c] behind your ear which has suddenly become the most interesting thing in the room.

“You don’t wanna hurt me? You do wanna hurt me but don’t wanna admit it?” You tease. “No! No, of course I don’t want to hurt you.” His eyes shift back to yours. “Shoto.” You squeeze his cheeks gently. “I’m your omega. If you hurt me then you can just make it better.” You bring his face closer to yours. “You can make it better, can’t you?” You whisper.

He gulps, his adam’s apply bobbing up and down with the motion. “Y-yea,” he replies, voice low, “I can.” That last part coming out with more confidence. “Good, then don’t make me dom you, Alpha. That’s kinda embarrassing for you.” You giggle whilst leaning up to him and finally, kiss him.

You both moan into it, feeling the relief washing through you two. But quickly, it’s not enough. It’s far from enough. He growls into your lips, changing his tilt. You follow his lead. You like that. His tongue grazing your bottom lip and your lips parting immediately for him. The tangle that ensues is soul-gripping, bone-shaking, mind-blanking, breath-taking… Your fingers are gripping his locks. His fingers are gripping the hem of your thin white tank top. Saliva, don’t know don’t care whose, if dripping from the corners of your mouth. His exhale is your inhale and vice versa. He catches your lower lip between his teeth. This sharp canines sending tingles throughout your entire being. There’s nothing that gets you slicked up like a lip bite from your Alpha.

He pulls away, you two panting. Not that the reprieve is sufficient or long-lived. Soon his lips are sucking and nipping your earlobe and that sensitive spot beneath your ear. You whimper out his name. “Shoto”, “Alpha”, “Daddy”, maybe “Babe” or “Honey”… yea, those, they’ll be the only words you know for the next week. He nips at your mating mark, the beautiful white scar just above your left collarbone. He continues biting it, almost re-piercing the scar. You can’t help the moan-mumbles that tumble out of your mouth. Already, your wetness is soaking your blue lace panties and beginning to slide down your inner thighs. “Fuck,” Shoto breathes out into your other ear. You shudder at the word, one hand sliding down to his shoulder.

He continues at it, licking and sucking and kissing and biting at your neck. Soon, his fingers are tearing through your top. You mewl at the sensation of him ripping the torn, flimsy fabric off your body. His hands reach for your bare breasts, cupping them completely. Those long fingers begin pinching at the sensitive flesh. Your body responds instinctively, moaning, tiny hands (cause you’re small af obvs) grasping his wrists, breaths catching in your chest and throat. He fingers your nipples before bringing his mouth down to you, lips ghosting the hard peaks between his fingertips. He takes one into his mouth, eliciting a whimper. His warm tongue circling your nipple as you did to his thumb, but just so much better.

You’ve barely gotten started and yet, you know never get enough of this. No matter how many times he’s done and will do this to you, and so much more, you’ll never be forever satiated. You just can’t be.

He moves to the other, keeping your now wet left breast covered by his cool palm. Fuck, you love that. More moans spill from your mouth as he continues his ministrations. That slick is at your knees, probably. You can’t really tell cause it just feels like a wet, sticky mess down there at this point.

“Shoto,” you whine. He groans in response. “Hurryyyyy up,” you drag out that ‘y’ as you mewl. You shudder as he chuckles against your tender skin. Tender from his bites and sucking, of course. “You want me to go faster?” He pulls away from your breast, face coming back close to yours. You whine and nod your affirmation.

“But if I go faster,” he strokes your cheek softly with the back of his index finger, “you’ll miss out on all the fun.” His finger trails down to your chin, gripping it tightly but playfully with his other fingers. Damn, you’re getting wetter by the second. He’s doesn’t usually tease you during your intimacy.

He just smirks at you before moving back to his painstakingly slow kisses and sucks on your breast. He only moves down to your ribs once he’s satisfied and you’ve probably soaked the bed sheets with how much he’s turning you on. It’s driving you insane. Shoto’s hands wrap around your ribs, feeling their rise and fall, and their ridges. “Beautiful,” he mumbles, kissing each rung. He keeps those eyes on you. All cocky. He knows what he’s doing to you and he likes how pathetic it makes you for him. And you can’t help but like it too.

After thoroughly kissing and touching every part of your torso, your arms, your everything really, he’s finally fingering your low waistband. You sigh relief and begin wriggling, trying to get those pants off as fast as possible, but your Alpha is still having none of it.

“Be patient,” he growls as he squeezes your inner thigh, your flesh perking up between his fingers. “But Alpha—”

“I said,” he stares you down, this dark look in his eyes, “be patient.” You whine, “Yes Alpha.”

Hearing your compliance, he loosens his grip on your thigh and begins kissing your hip bones and skin just above the band. Fuck, he’s really killing you this time. I thought alphas were all, “Let’s bang. Now. Hard.” when they’re rutting but, I guess not. Maybe, Shoto didn’t completely lie to you by hinting at that his ruts were different to other alphas. Or maybe, he just wants to tease you for once.

You’re brought back to reality when you gasp reflexively to him biting into your inner thigh through your wet pants. Wet as in soaked and clinging to your hot skin.

“You’re not focusing on me.” Shoto’s voice is low, raspy. Fuck, you love it when he talks like that. Especially just after he’s woken up and you two have some fun together before getting up—

“And you’re not even focusing on me right now.” He bites even harder into your thigh, breaking through the fabric and pulling little red dots to the surface of your now red, marked flesh. “I,” you breath out, so it sounds like ‘hi’ and not ‘I’, “I thought you wanted me to be patient.”

“I want you to do both. Can you manage that? Or is that too much for my little girl?” He’s got a shit-eating grin across face. Since when was your husband such a tease, and such a good fucking one at that? It’s the years of pills, you decide.

“N-no, I can’t manage. Help me m-manage.” You imagine that you must look like some blubbering, whimpering mess right now, and you’re not even naked yet. And he’s not even naked yet. “Okay,” his grin widens.

Licking those glorious lips, those lips that you want on yours and not the ones on your face if you know what I mean wink wink, he pulls away from your thighs. He gets up from the bed, taking off his grey sweatpants and briefs. And fuck, you’re not ready for what meets you. For real. Swollen, hard, precum dripping down the shaft.

He smirks at you as he grabs his cock with his hand, moaning on impact. His other hand comes up to his face, finger pointing to the side of his mouth. At this point, your sitting up, thighs to calves, legs spread wide, dragging your [e/c] up and down his body.

“You’re drooling.”

I would say that you blushed at hearing this, but you’re already red as fuck in the face with how hot he’s been making you. You’re embarrassed and laugh it off, hand coming to wipe that spit from the side of your mouth. Yea, that was definitely yours and not his from earlier. That had already dried. “W-well, how can I not when,” you take a deep breath in and look back up at him, “when my husband looks this good.”

“Have I got your attention now?” That rasp. That will be the end of you. Or the end of these bed sheets, whichever comes first. You nod feverishly. “Good girl.”

Ah fuck. He’s praising you. Fuck. That’s it. If that dick isn’t in you within the next three minutes, who knows what will happen next. You start shuffling over toward him when he stops you.

“No. You stay there. I want you to watch.” His eyes crinkle as he smiles, amused by your reaction as you realise what’s going on. Is this how this twisted fucker wants you to help you be patient? By not letting you touch him? And by not touching you?

“I can’t. No. Babe. No please.” You’re shaking your head vigorously, already raising from the bed when his hands find your shoulders and push you back to sit down on the edge. “Watch.” His voice is commanding, absolute.

You’re forced to obey your alpha and sit there helplessly as he pumps his veiny cock with those veiny hands. The precum now all over his dick with even more leaking from the tip. His dick that should be in you right now. His eyes are trained on you, observing every stuttered breath you take in, every time you bite the side of your lip, how focused you are on how he’s pleasuring himself. That feels even better than his hands ever could. Fucking hell.

“Can I—” You start.

“No. Just watch.”

“Not you but my—”

“No. Watch.” His tone is stern. His voice strained.

Fuck. If your hands were bound then this would be so much easier, but no, you’re forced to hold back from touching yourself by your alpha’s command and your own self-discipline. You doubt that you’re even allowed to rock your hips right now.

You watch as his movements get faster and now he’s panting. His eyes half-lidded and tongue darting out across his lower lip every so often. You can see the sweat beading on his chest. You start whining, wanting to be the one touching him like that. What you wouldn’t give to just… just have him right now.

“Please,” you begin. Which becomes a slew of please daddy, please, please let me touch you, please, I’m sorry that I took your suppressants, I’m sorry okay, I’m sorry Alpha, I’m sorry that I wasn’t being patient or f-focusing on you, please Alpha, please let me touch you, please, please, please, please… You don’t stop. You can’t stop. All you can do is sit there, slick drenching the sheets below you even though you’re lower half is still clothed, and plead for your alpha to fuck you.

His pale hips jerk forward and you can tell he’s really close. Would he even let you swallow it? But he stops. He stops and comes over to you, collapsing onto you, arms around your shoulders and neck. “Shoto,” you squeak, but it’s muffled by his weight falling onto you. He huffs into your ear and you just rub his back.

“Tired already,” you jest, but he’s not in the mood to play you anymore. “Enough. I can’t cuddle my wife?” He mumbles grumpily into your shoulder before taking the flesh between his teeth. You hum, “You can always cuddle your wife, but I’d like it more if you fucked me.” He chuckles low, right below your ear. You feel it vibrating through his throat. “Yea, I bet you would.”

He holds you a little longer before pulling back, peeling his sweaty body off yours.

“Alright, I’ll give you your reward,” he smiles lazily, even showing off one side of this pearly whites. You squeal with delight. “Finally!” “Oi, settle,” he says as positions you so that he’s between your legs, spread wide, slowly pulling both pants and panties off you. Oi? “So, you’ve been on patrol with Dynamight—”

“Don’t mention him,” Shoto growls. He’s been doin’ a lotta that today and you like it. A lot. “Or anyone else right now. It’s just you and me.” You nod submissively. You really should stop riling him up sometimes. But you can’t help it. You’re a cheeky little shit after all.

The relief that engulfs you once those dreadful clothes are off brings out a sigh of pleasure from you. He doesn’t make you wait any longer. He’s already at the source of your heat, lapping up your slick like it’s the elixir of life. To him, it is. You whimper and mewl as his tongue makes its’ way between your folds. It feels so warm and wet, perfect against your swollen lips. You relish in the feeling on what he’s doing to you. Shoto eats you out like he’s been starved. Greedily, hungrily, in a frenzy. Without a break for air, he keeps going. That tongue, those long digits curling inside of you, his lips, all making you shake and mew. The whimpers and words leaving your mouth are unholy and impure, some real nasty shit. Only he can get you like this. Only he can have you saying shit like, “Fuck me however you want, daddy.” Or, “Knot in me, alpha! Breed your little omega!”

Once he’s had his fill, he moves away from your core, grabbing your hips and flipping you over, onto your stomach. His fingers are back at your folds, playing with your clit and teasing your entrance, drawing more filthy moans from you. You feel him move on top of you, straddling you. He withdraws his fingers, replacing them with what you’ve been craving for this entire time. You moan loudly as he fills you up, completely, inch-by-inch. He groans as you draw him in, tight walls clenching around his girth. He stays still for a few moments, allowing you to get comfortable, before he sets a brutal pace. You hands are by your shoulders, gripping the sheets as he fucks you. You’re body is shaking, contorting to his every rough thrust in and out. It’s got your mind absolutely filled with how your mate can do this to you. You can’t even form a sentence. You mewl, over and over, to the sound of your skin slapping harshly together. Your mingled groans and moans all that dirty shit dripping from your mouths fill the room. It’s humid. Sweat coating your bodies. Your hair is stuck to your forehead. Your favourite part — besides from how tight he’s gripping your hips, likely (and hopefully) leaving bruises on your soft skin — is how deep he gets. His tip reaches that perfect spot, making you curl your toes and bend your knees, before he draws back out, and he does it again and again.

“Sh huff sho huff shot huff to,” you moan. He grunts out in response. “Sho huff sho huff I huff.” Fuck, you can’t even get the sentence out. That’s how brain fucked, how body fucked, this man’s got you. “What?” He growls. He’s breathing hard, you can hear it, it makes you drip even more and he can feel it. “Use your words, baby. Moan What is it?”

The filthy sounds of him pounding you fills your ears. The squelching of your juices around his length. You can’t even remember what you were trying to say. Oh! That’s right! “I-I whimper Shoto whimper Sho fuck moan I’m moan I-I’m gonna,” your voice is quiet and breathy, but he still hears you clearly.

He can feel your thighs beginning to shake, the way your pussy tightens and then releases, and he knows what you mean. “I know,” he grunts in response. You continue to moan, feeling your climax coming in hard n’ fast. You gotta know if— “Just hold on for me, alright. Just huff just hold on.” You whimper in response. Not cum yet? You don’t know if you can do that. “I’ll try—”

“You will wait for me.”

Your moans and mewls get louder as you get closer, as does his growls and grunts. Even if you can’t wait for him , it doesn’t really matter, you still benefit, whether he punishes you or not. Not that he’s ever punished you, but this rut seems to be bringing out a side of him you’ve never seen before. And you’re living for it.

He picks up the pace. You never even realised he had this kinda stamina. But, you should of known. He is THE pro hero ‘Shoto’. It feels impossibly more pleasurable. It’s like he’s surrounding you. Every thrust is godsent. You couldn’t escape the pleasure of this moment, even if you tried. Your orgasm is building and building, threatening to drown you any second now.

“Shoto!” You cry out. You’ve got tears in your eyes. Your shaking, trembling, convulsing as you climax. You squeeze around him hard, sending him over the edge with you. You’re sobbing and screaming at this point, as you feel his knot swell and plunge into you. Thick, white, hot ropes spilling into you. Filling you completely with his seed. Fuck. You ride out the high together, him rocking into you and you rocking as much as you can manage back into him. Breathing out, he leans down, pulling you back and laying you two on your sides. You groan at the movement, still experiencing those last minute tremors from your orgasm. His legs intertwine with yours, arms wrapping around you. He strokes your head, drawing you close into him as you both calm down. You sniffle and he takes this opportunity wipe the tears from your tears.

You giggle, “Thanks, honey.” The words dampened by your sudden emotional outburst. “Anything for you, love.” He kisses the side of your forehead and moves to grab the blankets and pull them over you two, up to your chin. You snuggle back into him, hands grasping his forearms, a mindless smile spreading across your face. “You’re not done with me yet, are you?”

He remains silent for a few seconds, before groaning into your hair. It still smells like fresh cut strawberries in the midst of all the scents filling the room. “Only if you tell me where you hid my suppressants.”

“Than I’m never telling you!” You squeal. There ain’t no way you’re gonna give up this side of your alpha just yet. “Hey, that’s not what you should be saying.” His voice is low, bordering on a growl. “Sorry for not following your script.” And now you’re the one wearing a shit-eating grin.

“You know,” he shifts, now leaning over you and narrowing his doe eyes at you, “if you insist on acting up, then maybe I will just have to fuck you through this rut of mine.” “I hope you do,” you smirk even wider. “’Course you do,” he grumbles, laying back down again, nose buried in your hair.

You two lay in silence until his knot goes down, and he can finally pull out. He turn you back onto your stomach and pulls the blankets back, drawing out slowly, making you moan. His cum gushes out, further drawing moans from you. You can feel it dripping down your the back of your thigh. Shoto watches, enjoying the sight. Though, before he’s realise it, he’s got his fingers inside of you, finger-fucking that cum back into you. You can’t help but start whimpering and moaning even louder as you feel him fingering you.

“Shoto…”

He draws his fingers back out, letting the cum drip out again. He’s tempted to slide them back into you so that no more escapes, but he refrains from doing so, knowing that you two need to talk a bit more about kids than just “Do you want kids? Yea, I want kids. Do you? Yea, sounds good.”

He clears his throat, “I hope you’re ready, baby.” He wraps his hand around your waist and turns you over, onto your back. Your eyes find each other. The sun’s setting, illuminating how wet and dewy and bruised your soft flesh is. You breathe out, smiling happily.

“I’m ready.”

[uplatterme]

My Dearest, Cupid

a/n: happy valentine’s! i hate the transition. you can see i'm trying to tell something but i can't tell it properly. nothing too daring tbh.

cw: sub!thoma, cupid!thoma, dom!reader, gn!reader | wing kink(?), bondage, blindfold, implied voyeurism

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Thoma’s fingers shake as he continues writing on his notepad. This is his job, he has to get used to this at some point. 

He observes, then he writes. 

This is Thoma’s first time being directly assigned to someone. After all his hard work, he’s finally been promoted and is considered capable enough to handle humans.

His first mission is already a freebie, since his goal only concerns a single human, unlike the others who were known professionals who take more than he can even imagine.

The cupid follows you, continuing to take note of the things you do. He’s been doing this for a week now, his notepad filled with random information about you. He knows of your likes and dislikes, your hobbies, your measurements, your schedule…

Of course, it’s just because of his job. He doesn’t…see you in that way.

At this point, the time he’s taking to have you fall in love with someone else is already exceeding the average. He tells himself that it’s just to be careful, that he didn’t want to mess up his first day on the job. However, he can’t hide it from himself that he’s getting cold feet.

If it was Kazuha, he would have helped by whispering verses of love that could increase their human’s possibility of their confession being accepted.

On the other hand, his senior Ayato, would indirectly signal to their human by suggesting what clothes to wear, heightening their confidence about themselves.

Lastly, Miko would be the type to slip something in their human’s drink that would make them feel and look more seductive.

None of those suited Thoma. He’s not great with words to begin with, always seeming to overthink what it is that he says. He’s also not well-versed in the type of clothing that humans wear, so he can’t help in that area. 

He sighs. While he could use gadgets that would make this mission easier, that didn’t seem fair or natural.

It doesn’t even look like you need his help anyways. You seem to be doing fine on your own. The only problem was, he doesn’t know who would be the perfect match for you. 

Unfortunately, time is running out. He needs to fill up your love meter at the end of the day.

He decides based on what he knows. Your coworker looks the closest to you. All he needs to do is to shoot you with an arrow, and make sure that they’re the first person you see right after, giving you that little boost to profess the hidden love you have within your heart. Then, his objective is reached.

Thoma waits, aiming the arrow while you get out of your car. He sees you fix your hair, bending slightly so you can look into the mirror of your car. He takes a deep breath, swallowing all the anxiety away.

After parking your car, he readies his bow. He knows that your coworker will pass by this area at this time since there’s a meeting that’s scheduled for them today.

“Alright,” He whispers to himself, letting go of the arrow as soon as you exit your vehicle.

The arrow flies straight, hitting your chest directly. You stand there quietly, a weird feeling bursting from your chest. It’s a normal side-effect, so he doesn’t worry.

As he predicted, the coworker exits the building and notices you. They’re only a few feet away.

He counts the seconds left until your eyes meet…your body staying still as they walk towards you.

Everything was going to plan.

Was.

A car enters the parking lot, beeping for you to get away.

Oh no. This cannot be happening.

Your mind is still stunned, needing a few more seconds to recover.

His jaw drops in worry. No way the first human he gets assigned to dies because of an external factor.

He panics. He can’t let you die, but Thoma can’t be seen by humans either!

It’s one or the other. Either way, he’s screwed.

He’ll for sure get suspended for this.

Thoma goes quickly, grabbing your body in his hands and flying away from the situation. He made sure your coworker didn’t see anything, though disappearing out of nowhere is still suspicious.

He bites the bottom of his lips, his tiny wings fluttering in worry…

“Uhm, excuse me?”

Thoma looks down to see you conscious, still trapped in his arms. 

He abruptly lets go, unsure of what to say as you stare at him. His wings shy away, this is the first time he’s been seen by a human. Thoma gazes down at the floor, waiting for you to say anything.

“Are you alright?” You question.

“I—Yeah! I-I’m fine!” 

The guide to becoming a cupid never said anything about this!

“You know, you’re really pretty.” You blurt out.

Thoma laughs awkwardly, heat starting to show in his cheeks.

“Thank you…”

A compliment. A human is complimenting him. God, you’re complimenting him.

“Do you always wear that?” You ask, eyeing him from top to bottom.

Thoma nods at your question, starting to get embarrassed by what he’s wearing. It’s a lot different and more showy than what humans usually wear.

“You’re not going to introduce yourself?”

Thoma blinks.

Is he supposed to?

“I’m Thoma…I’m a cupid.”

He waits for you to react aggressively. You didn’t.

Instead, you tug the white fabric of his clothes and you look up at him to ask permission.

“S-Sorry. Is there a problem?” Thoma asks, letting you control his body.

You shook your head. Your hands hover over his body, framing it before touching skin against skin. He gasps a short and tense breath. 

He stares into your eyes and decides that can’t do it anymore. He squeaks, accidentally letting go of his prized notepad, landing between your feet.

“Oh, you dropped this…huh.” Thoma looks anxious as you keep reading its contents.

“Cupid, you’ve been stalking me?”

You’re not mad, not at all. After all, how could you when a handsome fellow swoops in to save you? Granted, he was the one who put you in danger—

Still, the stressed angel in front of you doesn’t look like he means any harm. Especially not with the notes written on the papers…

Come on, cute doodles of you? Your favorite ice cream flavor?

“You were setting me up?” You conclude.

He nods.

“Thoma, you do know that coworker is married, right?”

The cupid blinks at you, wondering if he heard wrong.

“There’s a ring on his finger. Did you not see?”

He thinks, and then he realizes. You’re right.

He bows his head apologizing profusely.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m glad that at least ended with me meeting you.” You reassure.

“No, no. It isn’t supposed to be like this…” He sighs in disappointment.

“At this point, your love meter won’t be filled!” He exclaims.

You stand still, a soft giggle slipping out of you that turns into a loud laugh.

“I’m sorry. A what?” That name was obnoxious. 

“I didn’t name it!” He argues. The more Thoma spends more of his time with you, the more he feels his chest aches.

“Right, right. So, how exactly do you fill it up?”

…

Thoma can’t see a single thing, red cloth covering his eyes. 

His hands are tied behind his back. It’s silent, he can’t even hear your breathing to calm him down.

He understands that’s the point, to make him feel more sensitive, he’s…written about these in his notes.

That you’re that kind of lover who enjoys these kinds of things.

“I wonder, how much is it that you know about me?”

A lot, Thoma wants to answer. Though he shuts his mouth, knowing he’ll get into trouble if he says anything out of turn.

“Are you a pervert, Thoma?” 

He shakes his head.

You hum disappointedly. “You’re not being honest. Should I read what this note says?”

His body tenses up. “W-What note?”

“Spying on me while I pleasure myself. Don’t you think that’s perverted?” 

He’s glad he can’t see your face, he knows you’re shaming him and he won’t be able to take it to see you eyeing him like that.

Your hand slowly caresses his thigh, nothing extreme yet but he knows how this’ll end up. 

“Pretty wings.” 

A slight pinch of his wings sends the cupid whining, his whole body trembling. “D-Don’t…”

“Do all cupids act this slutty or is it just you?”

“My wings are sensitive…” He says, as if you can’t tell that already.

“Such soft feathers.”

He’s never been touched there intimately. His body reacts almost as if he was under some sort of love spell. Thoma’s body moves as you brush your fingers carefully. You were being gentle, yet somehow that annoys the cupid, he’s not that delicate.

He muffles the sounds emerging from his throat by pressing his face on the pillow. He doesn’t like hearing himself sound so whorish…for the lack of a better term. He writhes on the bed, laying on his stomach while he lets you have your way with him. His ass beautifully bouncing with each nudge.

His cock grinds on the soft cushion, the friction immensely satisfying him, a whimper spewing out. After a while his hips start moving on their own, the teasing of his wings getting to his mind.

“Are you that desperate, angel?”

“It feels good…” He says, moving away from the pillow. He can’t see it but he’s well aware of how he’s drooling on it.

“Alright, I’ll let you.” 

He lets out a grateful hum, his wings fluttering as he positions himself. He then squirms as bright light greets him, your fingers taking off the blindfold. Thoma’s taken by surprise, seeing your smile and lifting his body up with ease.

The ties on his wrists make it difficult to resist. Not that he wants to, anyways. 

You position him to face you, his hands still behind his back.

“Do it then, since you’re so desperate to get yourself off.”

His mouth gapes, not sure how to reply. 

“I-In front of you?” He can’t even look you straight in the eye even when just having a normal conversation and you want him to…do that when he’s positioned like this?

“Must I remind you what your notes say again?” You tease.

“N-No! It’s okay. I’ll do it.” Thoma states. 

He grits his teeth, his face burning while he starts moving his lower half.

He’s shaking but it’s more due to the fact that you’re staring at him while he moves his body as if he’s performing for you. He wishes he could put the blindfold back, to at least relieve himself of the humiliation and pretend that you aren’t there.

He can’t cover his mouth or his eyes, forced to sink in the shame. 

Thoma’s not good at this, his movements are sloppy, and each tingle he feels has him needing to stop and take a breath before he could continue even further.

You’re not saying anything, just looking at him with boredom in your eyes. He worries. Did he do something wrong? Is he taking longer than you expected?

And just like that, he crumbles.

“P-Please look at me.” He begins to quicken himself, allowing his mouth to let out whatever lewd sounds it wants.

He looks at you, eyes half-lidded from how he knows that each thrust on the bed succumbs him even deeper and closer to his climax.

His pleas eventually mix with moaning. His voice gets louder as he chants your name, as if he’s fucking you when in reality all he’s doing is humping the bed pathetically.

Shit.

With a sultry whine, Thoma’s drenched in white. 

White that matches his skin, his wings, his tears.

He trembles looking at you for some sort of approval. He excitedly awaits your response, seeing you come towards him.

“Great job.” The cupid expects a pat on the head with those words, though what comes after was more surprising.

A soft kiss planted on his lips, perfectly soothing away all his worries. The cupid’s heart feeling as if he’s the one struck with the arrow.

Oh no.

He’s supposed to make you fall in love, not him!

[annebd]

i’ve often thought that the daily wordle guess list could be fun as a quick fic prompt. i finally got around to giving it a try. my guesses for the day are listed at the end, with the correct answer in bold. spoiler if you haven’t done today’s wordle. :)

Daniel is pumped. It’s the first day of summer break, and he has decided: diets be damned, they’re eating good tonight. He’ll readily admit that he’s not the world’s best cook- he’s mostly survived this far on meal prepped food from his trainers, or takeout from a rotating list of three restaurants near his place in Monaco that don’t get too annoyed with all of his allergy and dietary restriction requirements. But he’s not entirely hopeless. He can fire up a grill and throw some steak on it, and it doesn’t take too much effort to toss together a quick salad and a baked potato. Simple fare, but delicious. It’s going to be great, and he knows Max will enjoy the home cooked meal as much as he will.

He bounds into the apartment and toes off his shoes at the door while calling out, “Maximus Decimus! The gods have decided- tonight we feast! And by ‘gods,’ I mean me. I’ve decided. Steaks, baby. The shop had filets on sale.”

There’s no reply. Daniel strolls further into the apartment, poking his head into the living room, where he expects to find Max zoned into his sim rig, headphones on and unaware of the outside world. But the living room is empty, save for Sassy perched delicately on the very top of the bookshelf, cleaning her face with a paw. Daniel frowns- had Max gone out? He hadn’t mentioned anything when they’d texted earlier.

He meanders into the kitchen, dropping off the dinner supplies on the counter and giving Jimmy, who chooses that moment to weave between his legs as a quick “hello,” a scritch on the head. “Where’s your daddy wandered off to, hmm?” he asks.

Jimmy gives an unhelpful “mrow?” in response, which Daniel accepts as the best answer he’s likely to get.

He leaves the kitchen and turns to head down the short hallway towards their bedroom, where he hears the faint twinkling of music. As he gets closer and then finally pushes the door open, he realizes that the TV is on low in the background. It’s some random infomercial with a slightly overzealous flute solo as the musical accompaniment to the attempt at advertising various kitchen gadgets. Daniel didn’t realize infomercials were even a thing anymore.

The room is mostly in darkness, the curtains drawn, just a hint of late afternoon sun spilling a strip of warmth across the foot of the bed. He doesn’t see Max at first, until he notices the lump of covers on the bed slowly rising and falling. Daniel peeks over the edge of the duvet and sees a tuft of blond hair sticking out. He pulls back the corner and sees Max, sound asleep, curled into the fetal position with his hands tucked under his chin. His cheeks are flushed blush pink, and his breaths are coming slow and deep.

It’s been a long season already, and Daniel knows the bone deep exhaustion that can settle in. Max has needed this. Daniel brushes his thumb across Max’s cheek, tucks a lock of hair behind his ear. It springs right back- the fresh haircut leaving it slightly too short to be tamed in that way.

The clock on the nightstand reads 16:26. Plenty of time for a quick nap before their feast of kings. Daniel turns the TV off, sending the room into a pleasant silence, interrupted only by the rhythmic sound of Max’s breathing. Daniel rounds the other side of the bed and pulls back the covers. He slides in behind Max, fits his body around the curve of Max’s, sliding one arm over his waist to rest over his heart, and tangling their feet together. He presses a gentle kiss to Max’s shoulder.

Max stirs for a moment, offers a mumbled “hrmph?”

Daniel rubs his chest softly and shushes him. “Go back to sleep, Maxy. We’ve got time.”

They sleep.

-

fresh/flute/fetal/filet

[reareaotaku]

Being Friends w/ Kim Possible [& More]

Romantic & Platonic Themes Tw: Slight struggle w/ sexuality

Kim became friends with you because you were both on the cheer team

She took a keen interest in you because you were smarter than the average high schooler. You found out about her fighting crime, while no one else knows- Though, it's not like she has a secret identity or something

She's very impressed with your knowledge on gadgets and how to make them [Like laser lipstick]

She uses your intelligence to her advantage

She finds you very entertaining and even asks you to help her sometimes when Ron fails

You end up spending a lot of time together... Especially alone... A lot...

You become very well acquainted. To the point where Kim knows more about you than she does Ron

Though, you're such an easy person for her to click with. She feels like you understand her on a deeper level. You understand her 'girl' things when no one else [Ron] does

She loves having sleepovers with you. It makes it easier when you both have to go fight crime

At first she was pretty iffy about involving you in her crime fighting, because she didn't want you getting hurt, because she would feel responsible. But, you kept pushing it and you were relentless. Like you did not give up. She finally decided to let you join when you snuck on a mission and helped defeat Shego

Ron feels like a third wheel when hanging out with you both, because you are both so enthralled with each other

"Oh, Y/n I love what you did with your hair!"

"Oh my gosh Kim, that move you did during practice was incredible. You have to teach me!"

He'll roll his eyes and make some snippy comment about leaving you 'love birds' alone. ["Well, since you guys love each other so much, I guess I'll leave you two alone."]

"Okay, Ron. Have fun doing your thing," Kim said waving him off, not really listening, since she was showing you a video on her phone. She was just so happy to have a girl friend

Loves doing your makeup and then you doing hers, even though she doesn't wear make up often

Loves spilling tea and getting silly drama from you

Talking about all the cute boys and all the girls on cheer

You just clicked so well with Kim. She had truly never felt this way about anyone before.

Though, it was a strange feeling... Like different than how she felt about other people

Like she wanted to be more than a friend- But, no she couldn't

That kind of thing wasn't normal... But she really liked you. She liked you like boys like girls or girls like boys... But you're both girls?

Girls can't like girls... Can they?

She tries talking to her dad about it first- Bad idea- but he isn't even listening to her, so Kim goes to her mom. Her parents are very open-minded, so Kim's mother is quick to tell Kim it sounds like she has a crush

"But mom, she's a girl."

"So? What's that have to do with anything?"

"Girls don't date girls..."

"Yes they do. And boys date boys and so on and on. It's natural, even if some say it's not. You know, penguin's partake in homosexual relations."

"I'm not a penguin, Mom."

"Well, if it wasn't a thing, we wouldn't have a name for it. You know, I think you should tell her how you feel."

Kim is hesitant at first- But she's forced to when almost seeing you die

Dr. Drakken had pushed you off a cliff and Kim watched you fall to what she presumed was your death

When she saw you again, she hugged you super tight and all her feelings just came spilling out

[elfqueen006]

A Gamble With The Reaper

Slasher!Jack x fem!Reader

A/N: See! I told y'all I was gonna write that chase scene!! Consider it my deposit for the Halloween week.

CW: Dubcon, makeout, slasher au, murder mention, predator/prey, slight plot-ish? more like context provided.

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The branches scraping at your calves did little to deter you from trying to run from your assailant, not even a few steps behind. He'd already murdered your friend in cold blood. There was no telling what he'd do if...no -- when he caught you.

He was massive and - judging by the heavy footsteps behind you - fast; running was just preserving the inevitable. You sobbed dryly as you come into contact with a tree, and all you can do is slump against it.

The man's snicker elicited a sharp gasp from you as you quickly turned around to see him towering over you. Pushing yourself onto the tree, you covered your mouth to fruitlessly stifle your whimpers.

Around the studio, you knew him as Mr. Haberdae. He was The Sunnytime Crew Show's for all of three years running before they'd decided to change actors and the lead role was passed down to Ian, who was his understudy.

Safe to say he was... more than a little pissed off.

The image of the blood spraying from his sliced throat was still clear in your mind.

And currently the knife used to slice it open was being brandished in front of your eyes.

"O-oh, God," You whispered.

"No honey, just me."

Goosebumps trailed up on your skin. You'd only seen him in character so much that it was hard to remember he had this low, southern twang he could turn off at will.

"So, you're my understudy's... little Sunshine." The knife was brought to your chin, forcing you to tilt it head up.

Up close, you noticed he'd grown a bit of scruff at the edges of his chin. He'd dyed his hair a bright blue, likely to match his character, and ironically enough it looked almost synthetic as the wig under the shining moonlight.

Stupidly, you blurted, "Don't kill me, oh please, God..!"

He chuckled, "Aw, don't think your little tears are gonna butter me up, Sunshine." He brushed the hair out your eyes with the blade, "When the predator catches the prey there's only one outcome after all."

"I'll do anything!"

Tears marred your vision as they welled up. You couldn't even see the look of mild intrigue he'd given. A subtle brow was raised while he titled his head.

"Anything." He repeated it like it were a new gadget being advertised. Voice laced with muse and curiosity. Leaning down and finally lowering the knife as well he asked, "Would you give me a kiss?'

You sniffed, blinking the tears away to see his expression. Unreadable, but almost soft.

Gnawing on your lip, you glanced between his eyes and lips before nodding. Not really willing, but there was panicked compliance behind your actions.

Like that, his lips crashed into yours. He swallowed a subtle gasp by almost enveloping your lips. There was nowhere to run, and you had no choice but to comply. The bark of the tree began to dig into your clavicle. The discomfort everywhere else had you resist the urge to fidget.

The scruff on his face itched in a weirdly pleasant way, and when his kisses became mouthier you tried not to moan. And he could tell, judging by the twitch of his lips against yours.

"Did he ever get you like this?" He said between kisses.

Something about that had you pause, and he watched your expression carefully as it went through stages of shock, bewilderment, and embarrassment. The heat coming off your face as you realized you actually enjoyed kissing the man who killed your ex.

"I-I..."

Suddenly he raised his knife high, causing your words to be caught in your throat, before he brought it down to rip at your shirt. The action caused you to scream.

He grinned, the freak. Ripping the last of your shirt off and leaving you in your bra, he immediately went for your neck, kissing and sucking on it.

You found your voice in a high octave, "O-Oh geez! Oh-"

"Hey!"

His movements stopped, and he turned in the direction of a policeman's flashlight shining in the distance. "Shit!" He raised off you and looked around before dashing away. Hearing his footsteps fade in the crushed leaves you slumped down against the tree, damn near hyperventilating until the cops found you.

It seemed someone had reported the disturbance in your house earlier and got the police department down in the nick of time. Though grateful, you hadn't said anything while at the station beyond the violent occurences of that night.

They, however, drew their own conclusions from the hickeys on your neck.

[ahummingbirdwitch]

OH MY GREAT HEAVENS your Cypher are so good,, I would love to request a fluffy Cypher x Reader fic, possibly one where he tries to DIY a gift for you (it ends up looking not as he expected)

Thank you sm anon!! Here ya go :)

Makeshift (Cypher x F!Reader)

Summary: Cypher DIYs a gift for your birthday. So sweet it’ll give you cavities.

Pairing: Cypher x F!Reader

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 944

Warnings: none

Notes: I had the same Reader character in mind from my usual Cypher fics but y’all are free to imagine anyone you like!

Your birthday was coming up, and your gift had to be perfect.

Cypher wasn’t one to brag, but he liked to consider himself the best gift-giver in Valorant. There was no competition, really. He had every agent’s passwords, to all their devices and accounts; he knew what kinds of sites they perused, what things they added to their carts while shopping online, so when birthdays and holidays came around, he was practically Santa Claus. It wasn’t a secret how he knew what his friends wanted, but they were all grateful nonetheless.

The ones he cared about, anyway. Sova got a lump of coal every Christmas.

You were no different. He knew pretty much everything you liked, all your favorite sites and items and things you were saving up for. He could easily just buy you the first thing on your wishlist or have your favorite meal delivered to HQ, but you weren’t just any agent to him, and this wasn’t just any birthday. You were his girlfriend, and this had to be special. You deserved something straight from the heart.

So, after much deliberation, he’d decided to make something himself.

He’d made plenty of gadgets in his life, all for work, but he’d never made anything of that nature for someone. Nothing meant to be a gift, anyway. He’d thought about making you something practical, like a hair dryer or an electric massage stick, but nothing seemed personal enough. You needed something sentimental.

You loved bears, so at last, he decided he’d make his first real robot: a little bear-shaped friend.

In all honesty, Cypher struggled to put it together. He was good with tech, that much was true, but his devices weren’t nearly as advanced as Killjoy’s. He’d thought about asking her for help more than once, but ultimately, he’d stuck to his work and pressed on alone. This was his gift to you, and he could do it himself. No challenge was too big.

The night before your birthday, it was finally finished. He wiped his forehead and took a step back, admiring his handiwork. It wasn’t as flashy as something Killjoy would’ve made, but that was okay. He’d done it all himself.

He just hoped you liked it.

^ ^ ^

“Alright,” Cypher said, guiding you towards your desk chair. “Sit down, and close your eyes, dear.”

“Ooh, is it time for my surprise?” you asked, giggling as you took a seat.

“Yes. Come on now, close them.”

“Okay.” You did as you were told.

Cypher removed the bear from its box, taking a deep breath before holding it out to you. “Okay. Open them.”

You obeyed. The second you saw the bear—a miniature version of your teddy bear in white and blue colors—your eyes nearly popped from your skull. “Aww, Amir!” you exclaimed, accepting it from him. “It’s my Teddy! But he’s little!”

Cypher’s face flushed under his mask. “Do you like it?”

“Like it?” You were grinning from ear to ear. “I love it! He’s so cute!”

His heart warmed, fluttering with love and relief. “I was calling him Mini-Bear,” he said. “But you can call him whatever you like.” He took a step closer, taking the bear from you gently so he could feel around the back. “He… also speaks.”

He pressed a button, and his own voice came out of the bear: “I am always watching you, my dear.”

You stared in awe, looking absolutely delighted. “Oh my God. That’s so sweet!” You took the bear back from him. “You really made him all by yourself?”

Cypher chuckled. “Yes. It was… a bit tricky, I’ll admit. But I think he turned out okay.”

“He turned out great.” You hit the button again, beaming when another line came from the bear, also in Cypher’s voice: “Thinking of you, sokar.”

Cypher blushed. “Maybe don’t run through all of them right now…”

You gave him a cheeky grin, then hit the button again. “Sleep well, princess,” the bear said.

“Princess?” You smiled coyly. “I haven’t heard that one before.”

Cypher scratched the back of his neck. “It is… cheesy, I know. But the bear said it, not me!”

You laughed and hit the button again. “Goodnight, my dear,” the bear said. Suddenly, it began to stutter. “I—I love—love—love—”

Cypher froze, panicked. “Shit,” he muttered. He hurried to grab the bear from you. “I—oh no. Oh dear. I thought—I thought the voice box was stable.”

You looked up at him, eyes round, still smiling. “Hey, it’s okay! It just glitched for a sec.”

“No, no.” He looked over the bear, wanting to phase through the floor and disappear. “Shit. I can—fix that. It was—not supposed to do that.”

Especially not when he’d been in the middle of saying… that.

“Amir.” He felt your hands on his, and slowly, he allowed you to take the bear. “It’s okay, I promise. I love it.” You cradled Mini-Bear in your arms, blushing as you smiled down at it. “That line… were you saying what I… thought you were saying?”

Cypher looked at you, heart full. Embarrassed as he was, he could see as clear as day how happy you were, and relaxed. “Yes,” he murmured at last. “I have… been meaning to say it. For some time now.”

You got to your feet, leaving Mini-Bear in the chair before wrapping your arms around Cypher. “Thank you, Amir,” you whispered. “I love him. But I love you most.”

Hearing those sweet words from you made all of his work worthwhile, even if it hadn’t all turned out perfect. He held you closer, hugging you tightly as he closed his eyes, savoring the moment. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

[xelmokidx]

jinx x f!reader where reader has to help Jinx clean all that bundle of hair just Jinx’s hair being cool!

Dilemma only a Girlfriend can fix 

Jinx x Female!reader

Request?: Yes!! (send more plsss) 

Jinx needs help washing her hair whilst Silco is away, luckily her trusty Girlfriend is there to help 

Jinx had a dilemma. She had needed to wash her hair. Like, two weeks ago. She was putting it off because her father was always busy. She couldn't do it. Well, she could. But she would get distracted halfway through and then her hair wouldn't look right for a week. Silco just had this magic touch. When he did her hair, it was always more shiny and smooth and was always braided perfectly. But, Silco was away on business, and he had been for the past week. He wouldn't be back for another week. So, Jinx was on her own. She sat sulking for a while, deciding whether to wash her own hair or wait for Silco to return. Then, she remembered she had a girlfriend. A worthy person to touch her hair. So, she called you, asking for a favor, but not giving the details. Why would she ruin the surprise? Jinx was ecstatic, she got to give her hair a very much needed wash, and she got to spend time with you. What more could she want? 

You, on the other hand, were stressed. Her message to you was, 

“Get here quick, it's an emergency” with nerve-inducing seriousness. What could she have blown up this time? Did her schizophrenia go crazy again? What possibly could have happened? You rushed over to Jinx’s lair with lightning speed, carrying your weapons of choice, pink and blue graffiti covered throwing knives. Sometime In the past few months you had got them, Jinx had got ahold of them and added her perfect touch. You loved it. As soon as you got there, knives in hand and panting like a dog, you called out to Jinx. You expected her to be either curled up in a fetal position or dead. But you find none of those to be true. Instead, she was sitting at her desk, her roll-y chair turned towards you, with a cheshire grin spread across her face. 

“Why did you call me saying there was something so urgent, that I had to come all the way from work to come and help you?” you inquired. Jinx slowly stood up and started to saunter over to you, her hands behind her back and messy looking braids flowing softly behind her. Once she got to you, she wrapped her arms around your neck and nuzzled into the nape of your neck, as she usually did when she saw you. You were confused. Your eyes scanned the room for a dead body, a pile of bombs she was going to somehow dump onto Piltover or anything she could possibly use for destruction. But, you found nothing, only her Mylo doll, which you helped make soon after his death and her unfinished gadgets she was working on. You wrapped your arms around her after a while, a confused look on your face.

 “Hi toots, ready to be here for like,” she stopped, her brows furrowed together to think “Five hours?” She finished. Your eyes widened in surprise. Damn she was straight forward. She scanned yours, then she widened in return, finally getting your facial expression. “Oh wait, not like that. Unless, you wanted to”  her cheshire grin came back, and your face returned to a stoic one. “Why did you call me, Powder?” You return the conversation to its original topic, calling her by her previous name. Jinx knew that when she was called by this name, you meant no shit and that you were completely and utterly serious. Her smile softened and she finally told you what she wanted. “I want you to wash and braid my hair, toots.” You turned the other way and started towards the door, not even wanting to deal with what was to come. Jinx grabbed your arm and spun you around to turn to her once more. “Comeon~” She says, with the words ‘come on’ sounding like one word and strung out. You think for a while, gazing at her long braids. You knew what was at hand. If you did decide to unbraid, brush, shampoo, condition, brush, then re-braid her hair, it would take forever. You knew how braids worked. They were deceiving, looking shorter once in the protective hairstyle, but longer once taken out. And Jinx, her braids went to the floor. So you knew that her hair was taller than her in theory. Dealing with that amount of hair with Jinx’s personality, was a disaster ready to unfold. Then , you gazed into Jinx's eyes. Blue pools of anticipation and love gape at you. And both of you know that you can't turn down her puppy eyes. You sigh. Loudly. “I suppose I can call in sick to help you.” You groan as Jinx does a little spinny happy dance. (think of that one dance Merida does in Brave :D) and squeals. “Yes!” she shouts, pumping her hand in the air in victory. 

Jinx led you to her makeshift hair washing station, filled with different colored products and rubber bands everywhere. You made her sit down near the tub, and started to run some warm water. Despite Jinx’s reluctance, you had her undo the braid on the right, whilst you did the one on the left. She, not scared of pulling her own hair, got done in record time. Meanwhile you, where slow and careful, are scared to pull your precious girlfriend's hair and hurt her. Jinx watched you while you worked with her hair, love and appreciation in her eyes. She had never had anyone other than her sister, who obviously couldn't help at the moment, and her dad touch her hair. To her, it was sacred. It meant growth, she wasn't the little girl she used to be. And even though you knew her as Powder, and sometimes you still call her by her old name, you grew to love the new person she became. You knew her as both Powder and Jinx, and you loved them both. No matter how bad she fucked up, or how many times she blew up at you, you still loved her faults, scrapes, tears, scares, and fuckups. And she would do anything to keep it that way. 

“Alright sweets, done with this side, now put your head in the water.” You order, snapping Jinx out of her daydream.  She got up, her bright blue head of hair dragging behind her, and plopped down in front of the tup. You gathered her hair, and placed it softly in the water, making sure no strand was left unnoticed. You got a cup, pouring the warm water over her scalp, making sure all of her hair was saturated with water. Jinx closed her eyes, a sense of calm and safety washing over her as you cared for her. “This is nice,” she blurts, slightly scaring you. You nod and let out a “Mhmm” before reaching over to grab her ungodly cotton candy scented shampoo. You thought it was too sweet and artificial, but it was so her in every way. So, you adored it, even though you thought that cotton candy scented shampoo should be a crime. You lathered the shampoo in your hands, and applied it to her scalp. You rubbed the product into her hair, suds of rainbow reflecting bubbles rinsing off into the water. Once you were finished with washing her hair, you grabbed the conditioner of the same artificial scent, and applied generous amounts to her hair. Waves of blue circled in the water, clusters of bubbles surrounding the hair.

Jinx had fallen asleep a while ago, soft snores leaving her lips. ‘This is nice’ You repeated softly to yourself. She was never this calm, and even though you loved her erratic personality, a little calm suited her once in a while.You had started to brush Jinx’s wet hair. The brush glided through her perfectly, the braids she always has keeping the hair tangle free. After brushing her hair, you rinsed it out once more. Jinx had awoken when you rinsed out the conditioner and was now ramling about her day and how Mylo was annoying her when she was working on Fishbones. You smiled.

You loved her rambles, always being the one she could spill her day out too. And you would drop everything and listen. Everytime. “Tell Mylo that i'll beat his ass like that one time when he stole my candy,” you say, which in turn caused Jinx to erupt in laughter, giggling and cackling whilst trying to repeat the words to a dead Mylo only she could see. Your smile widened at your girlfriend and her obnoxious slightly scary laugh.

As Jinx had finally calmed down from her laughing fit, you brought her head and hair up and rung it out carefully; once again careful to not pull her hair too hard. She stood up, wobbling from the hours of sitting down on the floor. Her hair wrapped around her in wet cyan strings, twirling with every move she made. You grabbed her with her reluctance, and sat her down near an outlet where a very worn down blow dryer sat. She sat on her roll-y chair and you plugged in the blow dryer. It came to life with a roar, and air bursting out. You blew her hair dry, which took forever. Obviously. With her hair finally dry, you began to braid her hair. Jinx was still talking about random things and whatever popped into her head. As she spoke her hands flailed around erratically. You continued to braid until there were two very long pigtails of hair carefully taken care of. “Alright chatter-box, I'm done.” Jinx immediately shot up and spun around to engulf you in a hug, which you took gladly, a wave of calm and tiredness coming over you as you embraced your girlfriend. Your hands were wrinkly and hot from the constant working on her hair, and they got a couple cramps here and there, but you would do it again in a heartbeat. 

[hrefna-the-raven]

Bona Fides

Fallout masterlist - main masterlist

Summary: a few drabbles about Deacon and his desperate attempt to hide his growing love for the sole survivor (reader)

Warnings: none for this one, just a friendly banter :)

Notes: I went a bit off canon for this one as I never understood why the Railroad didn't take parts of Covenant as their new base^^

Part 1

You've been aiding the Railroad non-stop, going from one mission to another in order to save as many Synths as possible. Deacon greatly admired your empathetic nature, which has led to a fast and close bond between the two of you. After getting rid of the Synth hunting inhabitants of Covenant, you helped the Railroad establish a new headquarters in doctor Patricia's underground facility nearby, while you and some settlers occupied the well-protected houses within Covenant's walls.

In the back of the old prison cell room, Deacon sat alongside Tinker Tom, offering his assistance in assembling a new gadget,  or, more precisely, he read one of his pre-war books while listening to Tom's enthusiastic rambles about the device he was currently tinkering with. Deacon's excitement soared when he heard footsteps approaching the entrance, he'd take anything to distract him from the tasks at hand hell even a deathclaw crashing through that door would beat the boredom. Moments later, you walked in, and you and Desdemona briefly discussed the mission while you handed her some of the holotapes you found. Deacon couldn't contain his joy at the sight of you and eagerly rushed over, enveloping you in a tight hug, planning on not letting you go away again. It had only been a few days but the lack of your presence left its marks on him.

"Well, well, look who finally decided to show up! I've missed you, Charms!", Deacon exclaimed with a broad smile, releasing you after a moment.

"Hey Deacs! How ya doin'?" you chuckled, trying to hide the slight blush that crept onto your cheeks from the closeness of the embrace.

The man laughed at the nickname, brushing his fingers through extensively styled black hair before crossing his arms and leaning against a nearby table with a satisfied grin on his face.He found it quite endearing, the way the corners of your mouth twitched ever so slightly as soon as your eyes locked on his, the pinkish hue on your cheeks whenever he touched you, whether hands brushing against each other by accident or in a hug like before. All this made him feel giddy, a sweet tingling within his stomach, quickly spreading through the rest of his body until he felt light as a feather.

"I'm doing great as ever; been working on this new device with Tinker Tom for some time now. We made some great progress today. It's definitely going to help us with a few missions."

"You don't even know what this thing is besides you were just reading while I did all the work!", Tom exclaimed, looking up and giving Deacon a playful glare. 

Desdemona chuckled and went back to analysing to the holotapes, hoping to find something useful that would finally allow them to take on the Institute.

"Everyone's gotta do what they're best at," the spy shrugged, turning to you, wrapping an arm around your waist to lead you away from the other members, "now it's your turn. What went down while you were out?  Heard there was quite a stir up out there."

"Oh, you know, same old, same old! Taking out raiders, petting molerats...", you shrugged nonchalantly.

"You really need to stay away from those things", Deacon  rolled his eyes with a smile, "I get that they're somewhat cute but damn."

"Well, perhaps I require the company of someone more experienced and more in tune to this time and world to accompany me, so as to prevent me from making any further mistakes," you playfully challenged him, a grin spreading across your face.

"Are you really suggesting that I accompany you on your next mission? I mean, I could... if you'd want me to. So you got yourself a deal.",  he responded, unable to hide the hint of excitement in his voice.

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words. Since the moment you first met, disregarding the fact that he had been spying on you from exiting the vault for the first time up to your arrival at the Church, there hadn't been a single moment when you didn't want him by your side. He had become your guiding light in this crumbling, forsaken world you didn't seem to belong in, and he grew more and more on you with every passing moment. Trying to suppress the blush creeping up your cheeks as thoughts of how much you missed the charming spy consumed your mind, you rummaged through your backpack and triumphantly pulled out a full bottle of whiskey that you had found in an abandoned house along the way.

"Look what I've stumbled upon!", you proudly announced, "would you care to join me as I open this and finally get some well-deserved rest tonight?"

Deacon's eyes sparked with excitement as he laid eyes on the bottle, swiftly snatching it from your grasp with a mischievous grin.

"Ooooh Charms! Why didn't you show me this earlier? Let's head back to Covenant, to my room, I got a set of the comfiest chairs and  and I know just the thing to mix with this to make it even more delicious, trust me on this one. One of my favourite pre-war recipies and  I absolutely need your expert opinion on my mixing skills." 

"Firstly, I never said it was yours to take. I merely invited you to share a drink with me. And secondly, you won't want my opinion on adding a simple Nuka-Cola to this fine liquor," you huffed, attempting to snatch the bottle back from his clutches.

Deacon maintained a tight grip on the bottle, his smirk widening as he reveled in the playful banter exchanged between the two of you.

"Oh, I know that. But that's not the point here. I just don't want anyone swooping in and swiping it from me, I mean us of course. And let's be clear, I wasn't just asking either," he chuckled softly, dramatically raising the bottle in the air. "I claimed your invitation and accepted it. So, according to the unwritten law of the Commonwealth, this is now mine."

You rolled your eyes in feint annoyance and playfully slapped his shoulder before starting to walk towards the exit.

"According to my very own unspoken rule, if you don't follow me, you won't have the pleasure of my company. I'm going to get some much-needed rest now, whether you join me or not."

Deacon burst into laughter at your remark, a broad grin forming on his face as he walked after you, his steps matching yours as his eyes constantly darted between your figure and the path ahead. You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest every time he looked at you like that. There was something different about his laughter today, a raw honest hint of truthfulness that rarely simmered through his carefully constructed facade. Although it felt like you were blessed to witness it more frequently lately as if it only ever appeared within the closeness that connected both of you.

Little did you know that Deacon had been hiding a secret, one that weighed heavily on his mind with each passing day. One more secret among the many that shaped his true self and yet this one would be harder to keep, unable to prevent it from dripping slowly though the cracks of the person he created to shield himself from the world. It was, or more like, it wasn't simply friendship that bloomed within him, it held a deeper meaning. Dangerously, love had taken root in his heart yet again, despite his experience with Barbara, and it grew stronger with each moment spent by your side. He longed to tell you, show you somehow, but the fear of rejection and the pain of a broken heart held him back. After all, he was a fraud, a man with a false identity, a hidden past, flaunting proudly his ability to shroud himself in a mysterious mist of lies. How could he possibly reveal his true feelings without jeopardising the friendship you had? Insert something Shakespearean involving death and your inevitable doom here, he thought to himself. Love and happiness was not for the likes of him.

Feel free to reblog if you enjoyed the story :)

[gurt-the-great]

During Rosie's intro post, I mentioned that every Sonic character has been aged up by 10 years! Well I went ahead and designed five of them.

Most of these characters have a connection to Rosie, Shadow and Tails having the strongest bonds to her. This will officially be the 10 years later AU, or just Gurt's Sonic AU since it adds and focuses on my ocs.

The individual refs and more info for everyone will be under the cut

Sonic was a little tricky to figure out in this AU. He's not the type of character to settle down and he wouldn't have a typical job since he's not one for authority figures. Also he's 25 now, he's got to grow up at least a little bit, especially now that the down-time between Eggman's schemes have gotten longer. He needs SOMETHING to occupy the time.

Then I thought "what if he was a professional air-boarder?" Sonic Riders was the COOLEST Sonic racing game and Sonic being an extreme sports Tony Hawk-esque guy made sense to me.

The design was easy to figure out once I decided on his profession. I brought his riders sunglasses back, the SOAP shoes from Adventure 2 and gave him a cool racing jacket with new gloves.

Sonic doesn't have a strong bond with Rosie but he does know her since Tails was friends with her growing up.

Tails was easy to age up, all I did was give him a ponytail, some accessories, new shoes, and some brown fur on his limbs and ears.

Tails is an Engineer in the AU! He already makes gadgets and trinkets, why not make a career out of it? He actually made Rosie's boots!

Tails and Rosie have a very close bond, the two had accelerated courses in school together due to their high intelligence. They visit each other frequently and Tails feels like a part of her family.

Rouge was pretty fun to design for this AU! I took elements from the elite agent outfit in Sonic Forces speed battle, Rouge's outfit in Heroes, and her regular look as well. I gave her bangs too but I like to think she messes with her hair often.

I don't have many notes on Rouge, She's still a G.U.N. Agent but also she's married to Knuckles! This is the only ship I'm canonizing in my AU for now. I might add more ships later on, we'll have to see.

Rouge works with Rosie pretty frequently and tries to get her to come out of her shell. She thinks that Rosie is pretty and could use that well, but Rosie is hopeless when it comes to using charisma. Rouge still likes her though and tries to teach her.

I did not NEED to design Cream but I really wanted to! She ended up being my favorite design here. I didn't really have a major direction to go in for Cream's design since she's still a teen without any job. I took inspiration from different Cream designs I seen online and just merged some concepts I liked. The only big change is making her tall, I thought it'd be cute if I based her on a Flemish Giant rabbit! I wanted an excuse to make her taller than Tails for comedic purposes.

Cream is still the polite sweetie she was as a kid but now she does work with Chao! She volunteers and donates to local Chao gardens and trains Cheese and Chocola for races. Cheese evolved into a hero Chao! Being with Cream throughout the years and going on some adventures helped him evolve. Chocola is neutral fly type Chao! It's one of my favorite Chao evolutions and I wanted Chocola to be more different from Cheese.

Cream and Rosie don't have much of a connection but I'd say they get along well enough. They're both friends with Tails so I'd say they all hang out sometimes.

And finally we reach Shadow! Shadow was easy to design as well. I just gave him a cool jacket. I don't think Shadow would visibly age much since he's the ultimate life form.

He's still a G.U.N. Agent and an incredibly important person to Rosie. Rosie idolized him as a kid and wanted to be like him. Shadow took on a mentorship role to Rosie, seeing great potential in her. He would personally teach Rosie the various ways that chaos control is used and would also teach her chaos spear. He does care about her even if he's tough on her at times.

If you read all that, thank you! I've put a lot of time and thought into this AU and I'm excited to share more! If you have any questions about my AU or ocs, my askbox is open! I hope y'all enjoyed the post!

[dolly-gutzz]

Dilemma only a Girlfriend can fix 

Jinx x Female!reader

Request?: Yes!! (send more plsss) 

Jinx needs help washing her hair whilst Silco is away, luckily her trusty Girlfriend is there to help 

Jinx had a dilemma. She had needed to wash her hair. Like, two weeks ago. She was putting it off because her father was always busy. She couldn't do it. Well, she could. But she would get distracted halfway through and then her hair wouldn't look right for a week. Silco just had this magic touch. When he did her hair, it was always more shiny and smooth and was always braided perfectly. But, Silco was away on business, and he had been for the past week. He wouldn't be back for another week. So, Jinx was on her own. She sat sulking for a while, deciding whether to wash her own hair or wait for Silco to return. Then, she remembered she had a girlfriend. A worthy person to touch her hair. So, she called you, asking for a favor, but not giving the details. Why would she ruin the surprise? Jinx was ecstatic, she got to give her hair a very much needed wash, and she got to spend time with you. What more could she want? 

You, on the other hand, were stressed. Her message to you was, 

“Get here quick, it's an emergency” with nerve-inducing seriousness. What could she have blown up this time? Did her schizophrenia go crazy again? What possibly could have happened? You rushed over to Jinx’s lair with lightning speed, carrying your weapons of choice, pink and blue graffiti covered throwing knives. Sometime In the past few months you had got them, Jinx had got ahold of them and added her perfect touch. You loved it. As soon as you got there, knives in hand and panting like a dog, you called out to Jinx. You expected her to be either curled up in a fetal position or dead. But you find none of those to be true. Instead, she was sitting at her desk, her roll-y chair turned towards you, with a cheshire grin spread across her face. 

“Why did you call me saying there was something so urgent, that I had to come all the way from work to come and help you?” you inquired. Jinx slowly stood up and started to saunter over to you, her hands behind her back and messy looking braids flowing softly behind her. Once she got to you, she wrapped her arms around your neck and nuzzled into the nape of your neck, as she usually did when she saw you. You were confused. Your eyes scanned the room for a dead body, a pile of bombs she was going to somehow dump onto Piltover or anything she could possibly use for destruction. But, you found nothing, only her Mylo doll, which you helped make soon after his death and her unfinished gadgets she was working on. You wrapped your arms around her after a while, a confused look on your face.

 “Hi toots, ready to be here for like,” she stopped, her brows furrowed together to think “Five hours?” She finished. Your eyes widened in surprise. Damn she was straight forward. She scanned yours, then she widened in return, finally getting your facial expression. “Oh wait, not like that. Unless, you wanted to”  her cheshire grin came back, and your face returned to a stoic one. “Why did you call me, Powder?” You return the conversation to its original topic, calling her by her previous name. Jinx knew that when she was called by this name, you meant no shit and that you were completely and utterly serious. Her smile softened and she finally told you what she wanted. “I want you to wash and braid my hair, toots.” You turned the other way and started towards the door, not even wanting to deal with what was to come. Jinx grabbed your arm and spun you around to turn to her once more. “Comeon~” She says, with the words ‘come on’ sounding like one word and strung out. You think for a while, gazing at her long braids. You knew what was at hand. If you did decide to unbraid, brush, shampoo, condition, brush, then re-braid her hair, it would take forever. You knew how braids worked. They were deceiving, looking shorter once in the protective hairstyle, but longer once taken out. And Jinx, her braids went to the floor. So you knew that her hair was taller than her in theory. Dealing with that amount of hair with Jinx’s personality, was a disaster ready to unfold. Then , you gazed into Jinx's eyes. Blue pools of anticipation and love gape at you. And both of you know that you can't turn down her puppy eyes. You sigh. Loudly. “I suppose I can call in sick to help you.” You groan as Jinx does a little spinny happy dance. (think of that one dance Merida does in Brave :D) and squeals. “Yes!” she shouts, pumping her hand in the air in victory. 

Jinx led you to her makeshift hair washing station, filled with different colored products and rubber bands everywhere. You made her sit down near the tub, and started to run some warm water. Despite Jinx’s reluctance, you had her undo the braid on the right, whilst you did the one on the left. She, not scared of pulling her own hair, got done in record time. Meanwhile you, where slow and careful, are scared to pull your precious girlfriend's hair and hurt her. Jinx watched you while you worked with her hair, love and appreciation in her eyes. She had never had anyone other than her sister, who obviously couldn't help at the moment, and her dad touch her hair. To her, it was sacred. It meant growth, she wasn't the little girl she used to be. And even though you knew her as Powder, and sometimes you still call her by her old name, you grew to love the new person she became. You knew her as both Powder and Jinx, and you loved them both. No matter how bad she fucked up, or how many times she blew up at you, you still loved her faults, scrapes, tears, scares, and fuckups. And she would do anything to keep it that way. 

“Alright sweets, done with this side, now put your head in the water.” You order, snapping Jinx out of her daydream.  She got up, her bright blue head of hair dragging behind her, and plopped down in front of the tup. You gathered her hair, and placed it softly in the water, making sure no strand was left unnoticed. You got a cup, pouring the warm water over her scalp, making sure all of her hair was saturated with water. Jinx closed her eyes, a sense of calm and safety washing over her as you cared for her. “This is nice,” she blurts, slightly scaring you. You nod and let out a “Mhmm” before reaching over to grab her ungodly cotton candy scented shampoo. You thought it was too sweet and artificial, but it was so her in every way. So, you adored it, even though you thought that cotton candy scented shampoo should be a crime. You lathered the shampoo in your hands, and applied it to her scalp. You rubbed the product into her hair, suds of rainbow reflecting bubbles rinsing off into the water. Once you were finished with washing her hair, you grabbed the conditioner of the same artificial scent, and applied generous amounts to her hair. Waves of blue circled in the water, clusters of bubbles surrounding the hair.

Jinx had fallen asleep a while ago, soft snores leaving her lips. ‘This is nice’ You repeated softly to yourself. She was never this calm, and even though you loved her erratic personality, a little calm suited her once in a while.You had started to brush Jinx’s wet hair. The brush glided through her perfectly, the braids she always has keeping the hair tangle free. After brushing her hair, you rinsed it out once more. Jinx had awoken when you rinsed out the conditioner and was now ramling about her day and how Mylo was annoying her when she was working on Fishbones. You smiled.

You loved her rambles, always being the one she could spill her day out too. And you would drop everything and listen. Everytime. “Tell Mylo that i'll beat his ass like that one time when he stole my candy,” you say, which in turn caused Jinx to erupt in laughter, giggling and cackling whilst trying to repeat the words to a dead Mylo only she could see. Your smile widened at your girlfriend and her obnoxious slightly scary laugh.

As Jinx had finally calmed down from her laughing fit, you brought her head and hair up and rung it out carefully; once again careful to not pull her hair too hard. She stood up, wobbling from the hours of sitting down on the floor. Her hair wrapped around her in wet cyan strings, twirling with every move she made. You grabbed her with her reluctance, and sat her down near an outlet where a very worn down blow dryer sat. She sat on her roll-y chair and you plugged in the blow dryer. It came to life with a roar, and air bursting out. You blew her hair dry, which took forever. Obviously. With her hair finally dry, you began to braid her hair. Jinx was still talking about random things and whatever popped into her head. As she spoke her hands flailed around erratically. You continued to braid until there were two very long pigtails of hair carefully taken care of. “Alright chatter-box, I'm done.” Jinx immediately shot up and spun around to engulf you in a hug, which you took gladly, a wave of calm and tiredness coming over you as you embraced your girlfriend. Your hands were wrinkly and hot from the constant working on her hair, and they got a couple cramps here and there, but you would do it again in a heartbeat. 

[notsodailykurudoro]

Day 23

(day 19 continuation)

“Not a problem!” Dororo gleamed, giving the smaller man his space as he stared around the place. 

It was… something. 

“I could help you tidy up this place if you so let me.” He offered.

Kururu already had started eating and boy was he going at it, he took a brief break of trying to feed his starving self to muster a “Suit yourself” between bites.

And I shall, thought the taller man, tying together his long hair to work better on the stinking mess that was now Kururu's room. He swore he'd seen burrows ten times neater than whatever the everloving heck was going on here. 

Luckily, he came prepared. A soft smile drew onto hidden lips as he began tossing visible junk on a big plastic bag. The room was dark, barely lit by three monitors from the ostentatious mumbo-jumbo that shaped together Kururu's rather expensive setup. Sometimes he wonders where he gets the stuff, sometimes he is brave enough to inquire about such, and sometimes he gets a halfhearted answer. Sometimes, he worries.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't actually worried all the time. For him, for them, for everyone. 

Had anyone ever paid him back?

That was also a sometimes. 

He kept working on the task at hand, he had a long way ahead but he’ll manage, he was more than satisfied with just having managed to get the hermit to eat something that wasn't artificially made or not even proper food at all. 

He could tell by all the wrappers and boxes discarded on the sticky floor that he'd spent at least weeks eating garbage, if not more. A pit sank in his stomach, well known worry setting in his limbs, sensitive enough to feel his vacant eyes stinging. He tried not to think too hard about it in order to stop himself from shaking, but he knew Kururu's health was worsening by the second and he couldn't help but feel unfathomably sad about it. 

He steadied his breathing, squatting down to toss what seemed like a bunch of crumpled papers next to the ginger's bed. 

Dororo squinted, stopping in his tracks as he tried to fix his gaze on a single not ruined sheet lying on the floor beneath the disgusting mass of quilts, gadgets, clothes and pillows that was the litter. 

He held it gently between long fingers, glancing quickly at the smaller nerd that was too distracted eating while he pondered at something on whatever in the world those screens were showing him, before returning to try and take a read at the messy handwriting. 

It was, again, very dark, however he was well accustomed to see among shadows.

So he read. 

…

…?

And he read again.

…

…

… It was a suicide note. 

He felt his heart stop for a whole second, eyes wide as could be while trying with every fiber of his being to not freak out audibly at the fatal discovery. He swallowed, dry, debating whether or not it was a good idea to bring it up to his companion. 

This was awful! Why would he think about such atrocity? Had he arrived too late, or just in time? He looked… rather bad, but honestly he could never tell the difference and that made him feel even worse. 

He had to think, read the room, think about his feelings, plan out how he was gonna say it so Kururu didn't felt awkward and decided he didn't want Dororo in his life anymore, think about his tone and words and when and how and

“WERE YOU ACTUALLY GONNA DO IT?” A heavy teary eyed Dororo exclaimed as he held onto the hikikomori with one hand and held the note with the other.

Startled outta his mind, Kururu tried to narrow his own fucked up gaze towards what he was trying to show him, the contact making him uneasy as well as the crying. 

“I- uh- wuh-” He stammered, finally focusing on what he had in his hands and feeling his heart stop for a solid split of a second. 

Unbothered, a strained almost permanent smile kept the snarky bite on his words as he reached for the note. 

“Now where didja find that…?” 

“WERE YOU? KURURU-DONO, PLEASE! YOU HAVE TO TELL ME-”

“Where?"

“Th-T-The bedframe, beneath it…” The martial arts enthusiast sniffed, easing his grasp on the technician as to not keep bothering further. He was honestly kinda surprised he didn't instantly shoved him away. 

The yellow devil remained silent for a few beats, rereading the thing as if having forgotten that he, at some point in his recent life, stood so ridiculously low to write such a pathetic excuse of a letter. 

The flash of a thought came to him, who was ever gonna read it anyway? but after glancing out of the corner of his vision and seen the barely illuminated ninja shed abnormally large tears, he reconsidered. 

He crumpled the note and tossed it away. 

“Don't worry about it.” He lazily elaborated, slumping forward once again to keep scrolling on what seemed to be a shady forum long forgotten by even god himself, stuff that Dororo could not get even if he tried or cared enough. 

“DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT!?” The taller man quickly retorted. “Y-Y-H-HOw am I sure you’re not gonna shorten further y-y-your lifespan!?”

Kururu cringed ever so slightly. 

“And I-I apologize deeply if this is still a sour subject to you, but sir, I hold deep worry towards your well being!”

“I know.”

“I'm serious!”

“... I know.”

“So, please do I beg you… Would you tell me if something greatly bothers you? If there's something straining your chest with anguish?”

Kururu seemed so distant from his spot, even if merely inches away, he always seemed to hide just enough to be unreadable yet clear enough to tell he was going through it™. It didn't helped to ease Dororo's nerves. 

“Please? At least would you try?”

“... ‘k” 

“Thank goodness…” He sighed with relief, wiping away some of his tears with the back of his bandaged hand. “I won't ask about the letter, you’ll know when to reach and I'll assist.”

“Will do my best I s’pose.” Kururu muttered, barely audible. Dororo catched it either way, and felt happy about it. “Y’can go back to whatever you were doin’, ain't going anywhere.” 

Ain't dying soon he would had said instead, but he didn't felt like tormenting the man further. Not today. 

“I shall.” 

The ninja bowed lightly, and that's the last he heard of him as he fixed again on the screens, tired eyes fully hidden under glasses that were hit directly by the blue light. 

He felt arms wrap around his frame and he almost jumped at the sudden touch, the scent of incense and pinetrees giving away the perpetrator if not already painfully obvious. 

“Wh… Why…” Words couldn't leave his mouth properly as he fought with his own weird stoicness and months of being a touchstarved sociopathic freak. 

“I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself, I hope this isn't uncomfortable to you-”

Kururu considered. His smell was awful if not just rotten, had the temperature of an oven on Christmas and not for the reasons anyone thought, and the feeling of someone else touching him was just indescribable pain. 

And yet…

“... I don't mind.”

Maybe that's what the mask was for. 

They remained like that for a short while before the long haired shinobi retreated and kept trying to tidy up the room, and he went back to mess on his computer, none of them said a word afterwards. 

It was nice. 

[parkquimin]

Giving Hobie a makeover HCs

In which Hobie notices that you've been giving everyone a makeover but him.

You've always been into giving your friends makeovers due to your caring nature. Your friends would often reach out to you asking you to touch up their roots, paint their nails, have a spa day, etc.

You were always willing to help, given that your friends offered you fair compensation in the form of free food.

Hobie noticed that you had been stocking up on more beauty supplies than usual, and true to his curious nature, he asks you about it. It's a sunny afternoon, and Hobie is sitting at your kitchen table while you unload your latest beauty supply haul.

"Love, why do you need 3 bottles of bleach, and like 15 face masks? Have you got some sick project you've been 'iding from me"?

"Oh that? I'm bleaching a few of my friends' hair soon and then we're gonna have a little spa day after", you say turning to him. Hobie nodded and tsked. He thought about all of the times you would stock up on things like that and realized just how often you did this. This thought process led to him wondering why you never asked him to participate in your spa days. Deciding it's better to ask, rather than stewing in his thoughts, he reaches out.

"Why don't we ever get to do spa days? Somethin' wrong with how I do it"? he nudged you playfully.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his question. "Well, I guess you never asked and I just kind of thought you wouldn't be into that kind of stuff..." you trail off realizing your mistake. Hobie raises his brow.

"Love. I'm into all kinds of things, I'm into wha'ever you're into. You got that?" You smile at that. You walk over to him and place a kiss on his cheek.

"Well then. How about we plan a spa day for the both of us next time you have a day off? Does that sound good to you?" Hobie grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap.

"It's a date" he says as he kisses your lips.

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Today is the day. You and Hobie are going to have your spa day and it's going to be perfect. You and Hobie decided that it would be best to do the spa day at your place seeing as you already had all of your stuff there and there was no reason to lug it all the way to his place. You excitedly laid everything you needed out on the dining table. Hobie was due to return from the Spider Society HQ any time soon. As you place the last few things on the table, you hear the sound of the door unlocking. You spun around just in time to see Hobie waltz through the door, swinging your spare key around his finger. You jump into his arms and he laughs swinging you around.

"'ello love. What've you got planned for us today?" Hobie hums as he gently lets you down. You squeal in excitement as you take his hand and drag him into your kitchen.

"You're going to LOVE this!" you tell him as you proceed to show him an array of nail polish, face masks, hair products, and gadgets he had never even heard of. "So what do you wanna start with", you say turning to him. He looks to the ceiling deep in thought.

"I think we start with the hair, and we can work our way down. What d'you think?" You nod and usher him to the bathroom. Once you two have taken turns washing each other's hair, and taken proper care of it after, you move on to skincare. You sit Hobie down on the toilet seat and pull out five different sheet masks. "Pick your poison" ,you smile down at him. He stares for a moment and finally decides on one with purple packaging. You nod and rip open the packaging. Hobie watches intently as you unfold the mask, and gently lay it on his face. He shivers at the coolness, but revels in your touch.

"Let me know if it starts to feel uncomfortable, okay", you say sternly. Hobie salutes you, and you turn back to the sink and lay yours on before setting a timer. Hobie makes a face when he sees how long you set it for.

"So we're jus' supposed to sit 'ere for 20 whole minutes"? You playfully roll your eyes.

"No, we don't have time to sit around we're moving on to nails!", you squeal excitedly. You waltz out of the bathroom to the living room and Hobie follows watching you intently. You set your nail polish collection on the coffee table along with a few other tools and bottles. Hobie flops down onto the couch and picks up the first tool he sees.

"What's this for?", he shows you the tool as soon as you look up at him.

"That's a cuticle pusher", you tell him while demonstrating how it works. He nods and continues surveying the rest of the items you put out. Once you're finished you grab your polish collection and set it in front of him "So how do you wanna do this? Do you wanna pick a color, no color, clear polish, etc.?" He contemplates for a minute and then replies with a simple "surprise me". You nod and motion for him to put his hands out. As you're filing and prepping his nails for the polish, you can't help but admire how his hands feel in yours and how nice they look. Hobie catches onto this and smirks at you.

"See somethin' you like"? You blush and start rifling through your nail polish searching for the perfect color. You settle on one and show it to him to make sure he likes it. He gives you a thumbs up and you begin painting his nails. After you get two coats on, you move on to the top coat. Just as you finish painting his pinkie finger, the timer on your phone goes off. You shut it off and announce that it's time to head back to the bathroom. He stands and you warn him not to touch anything with his nails. "Well then how am I gonna get this thing off my face"? he turns back to you. You stand and grab his shoulders.

"I'll take it off of you silly" you grin sweetly at him and he all but melts at the sight. You gently peel off his mask and rub the product into his skin. You give him a kiss on the nose and he returns it enthusiastically.

This turns into a biweekly occurrence, because Hobie finds that he likes to be pampered by you and vice versa.

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AFTER WEEKS OF WRITERS BLOCK ITS DONE SLAYYYYYYY

maybe ill do a part 2 where Hobie gives reader a makeover

[insomniac4000]

A special visitor-Willne 1636 words

Will sat at his desk, eyes fixed on the dull screen of his computer. The once-vibrant creative space now felt like a hollow shell, filled with the lingering shadows of a six-month-old heartbreak. His girlfriend, Mia and him and broken it off, taking with her a significant part of his joy and inspiration. Since then, Will had been moping through his days, his days filled with making YouTube content during the day and laying on his sofa watching TV in the evenings.

The studio, once buzzing with energy and ideas, had grown quiet. His editor, Mikey, had noticed the shift but was unsure how to address it. Will's banter, once a hallmark of his channel, had diminished to a mere whisper, he tried to keep up appearances when the camera was switched on but there was a slight feel of uneasiness, a pang of sadness still lingered.

One brisk Monday morning, Mikey entered the office with a new level of enthusiasm. He had been out on a task and was holding a folder in one hand, his other arm around a young woman.

“Hey, Will!” Mikey called out, his voice unusually cheerful.

Will looked up from his computer screen, barely masking his disinterest. “What’s up, Mikey? Who's this?”

Mikey grinned. “I’d like you to meet my sister, Emily. She’s in town for a couple of weeks and I thought it’d be nice for her to see where I work. I asked you last week and you said it was okay.”

Will blinked for a few moments, he completely forgot about that conversation until Mikey had just reminded him, he looked over at the girl Emily, with her light brown hair tied in a casual ponytail and a friendly smile that seemed to light up the room, waved shyly. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity and warmth. Will’s eyes met hers, and for the first time in months, he felt a flicker of something, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Hi, Emily,” Will said, trying to sound as genuine as he could.

Emily smiled back, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Nice to meet you, Will. Mikey’s told me a lot about you.”

Mikey, sensing a positive shift in the atmosphere, nudged Emily toward the lounge area. “Why don’t you sit here and get comfortable?"

"So how long are you in London for?" Will finally asked.

"A week or so, I've been toying with the idea moving down here for about a year so I thought I'd do some research and annoy my brother in the process."

As they talked, Emily’s genuine interest in the minutiae of the office and her easy laughter began to slowly draw Will out of his shell. They talked about everything from the latest tech gadgets to their favourite movies. Emily’s enthusiasm was infectious, and Will found himself genuinely engaged for the first time in a while.

"If you like gadgets we've got a huge pile of crap from different videos," Will then stood up and walked over to a cupboard motioning for Emily to follow him, she did so curiosity etched on her face.

"Seriously, lower your expectations but every now and again we get a banger," Will said bending over as he pulled out a box from the cupboard and placed it on the table with a thud.

"Just don't break the internet again!" Mikey warned. Will just ignored the remark, recently on a video Will and James tested a gadget which blocked internet signal, unfortunately for the whole building and the group of Youtubers and Podcasters that had production spaces there, it worked and it took weeks for everything to go back to normal properly.

Hours passed, and Emily’s presence continued to brighten Will’s day. By the time she left, she had managed to coax a smile out of him, something that had become increasingly rare. Mikey noticed the change and, with a knowing grin, decided to give Will a little push.

“Why don’t you take Emily out for lunch tomorrow?” Mikey suggested as they were wrapping up for the day.

Will hesitated. “I don’t know, Mikey. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything like that.”

Mikey was persistent. “It’s just lunch. It might be good for you to get out and have some fun. Besides, I think you two hit it off.”

Will mulled it over. There was something about Emily that had intrigued him, something that felt different. He still wasn't sure though if this was something he wanted in his life yet, he was still healing plus he was really annoyed that Mikey appeared to have an ulterior motive to all this and he was now left wondering if Emily was part of the plot too, however she was completely unaware.

"I'm going to go back to the hotel, it was really nice to meet you Will. I wish you the best of luck with everything," Emily gave her sweet smile, Will noticed the dimples on her face and before he knew it he found himself speaking.

"Lunch!" He cried out, Mikey shook his head and placed his head in his hands at the awkwardness of his boss, Emily furrowed her brow in confusion as Will waited for the ground to swallow him up.

"Sorry?" Emily asked, the smile was back on his face.

"Sorry sometimes my brain works faster than my mouth which is a surprise considering how much of a gobshite I am. I was wondering if you had any plans for lunch tomorrow?" The silence was absolutely deafening for Will even though it must have only lasted for all of two seconds.

"That sounds good, thanks Will."

When Will turned up to work the following morning wearing a shirt and some cream coloured trousers Mikey couldn't help but chuckle.

"Look at you making an effort!" Mikey teased, Will just rolled his eyes and put his headphones on.

"Don't pretend that you're watching the latest edit. Look Will, I brought her here to cheer you up, she broke up with her boyfriend a year ago and was in the same place you are. I'm not expecting you two to fall in love and run into the sunset together but I just think it might be nice for the pair of you to talk about some common ground."

"Does she know you're doing this?" Will asked frowning.

"No. And she'll probably kill me when she finds out, despite these guns she's deceptively strong." Mikey flexed for effect causing another eye roll form Will.

Emily met Will at the office, but outside this time, when Will met her he forgot just how beautiful she was. She was definitely his type, brown hair which was down this time and framed her face beautifully, piercing green eyes and beautiful clear porcelain skin.

"I didn't know if you had any dietary requirements or were weird and picky like your brother so I haven't book anyway but I know pretty much all the places 'round here," Will offered as they started down the road, Will placing his hands in his pockets.

"Oh I am much more open than Mr plain chicken and bananas," Emily quipped as the pair continued to stroll. They settled on a nice Italian place with an open kitchen where you could see your food being prepared right in front of you.

Emily was thoughtful and engaging, and her insights into various topics often led Will to see things from a different perspective. Being slightly further along in her journey Will enjoyed her insights around the need to being alone and despite the loneliness, it was actually quite healthy. The afternoon was a refreshing change from his recent monotonous routine. By the end of the night, Will realized that he had genuinely enjoyed himself, something he hadn’t felt in months.

As the days went by, Emily and Will’s interactions became more frequent. What began as a lunch turned into regular outings. They explored the city, enjoyed various activities, and shared stories about their lives. With each passing day, Will found himself more captivated by Emily. Her presence had become a bright spot in his life, a source of inspiration and joy.

Emily, too, seemed to appreciate Will’s company. She admired his creativity and dedication to his work. It wasn’t long before she began to notice the subtle ways in which Will was starting to open up and rediscover his passion. His content improved, and he seemed more engaged with his projects.

One evening, the day before Emily was due to go back home they sat on a park bench overlooking the city skyline, Emily turned to Will with a thoughtful expression. “You know, Will, I’ve really enjoyed these past couple of weeks. I’ve seen a side of you that’s so different from when we first met.”

Will looked at her, his heart feeling a mix of hope and apprehension. “I’ve enjoyed it too, Emily. You’ve brought a lot of light into my life.”

Emily smiled warmly. “I’m glad to hear that. I’ve felt the same way. There’s something special about our time together.”

Will took a deep breath, feeling a surge of courage. “Emily, I want to be honest with you. I’ve been struggling a lot since my breakup. Meeting you has been a breath of fresh air. I don’t know what the future holds, but I really like you.”

Emily’s eyes softened. “I like you too, Will. I’m not in any rush, but I’d like to see where this could go.” The way she saw it, it was a win win situation at the moment. She was currently living in Northampton still which provided the perfect opportunity for them to do something casual and see where it went. If it worked out there was no doubt in her mind her move to London would be solidified.

[butterfly-writer]

if isn’t too much to ask I loved loved jinx request and I l wanted to ask if u can do part 2

Maybe takes place where it left off and Bakugou still in shock and feels guilty about what happens to reader he tries to find to fix his ways but things don’t end up well he does find reader

But reader wants vengeance revenge but deep down she still broken girl she was before bakugou sees that tries to help her

But reader doesn’t want help she just jinx who ruins everything around her and league help her through they saw her as someone who is more then a jinx she perfect

But when Bakugou tries to reason not give up she get conflicted and has breakdown

Like that once scene I acrane maybe reader like This is a trick your playing me Shut up I’m in no mood (talking to herself) something along the lines like that

The ending can be up to you I let you decide but this prompted idea I had for part 2 I hope this makes sense :)

DOUBLE JINX!!

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bakugou tries to find his old victim but she finds him instead. Oh? Will Bakugou try to reason with her as the League of Villains try to recruit him? Will she accept?

★☽A/N: I wouldn’t mind doing another part! Though this part may be a bit longer… But I hope you guys will like it!!

★☽A/N 2 weeks later: Haha! Nevermind!! It’s definitely gonna be super long, I’m having too much fun on this. ENJOY!!

Contents: Angst - mentions of breakdowns - bullying - harsh words - A VERY LONG FANFIC

Y/N’s quirk: Arcanna (Allows the user to create crystal-like balls that can be used to boost the user’s stats, power up weapons (Like guns), and can be used as explosives when crushed.)

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It was a week after the U.S.J accident. Kirishima decided to report the fact that the villain that attacked the redhead himself and his friend knew the blonde. Katsuki Bakugou was then interrogated to know what he knows about the villain. He explained how she was an old classmate and her name is Y/N L/N, but must’ve changed it into Jinx, leaving out the reason she’s targeting him. It was a full day, getting asked questions but he finally finished and was able to go back home.

With Jinx, she was planning the perfect revenge that involves her beloved babies! She plans to torture the blonde with all her gadgets and even torture him mentally, how she knew about his terrible personality, how he harassed students, and even about the snarky comment to poor Izuku Midoriya. Oh sweet, sweet revenge.

Back in U.A, Bakugou tries to convince the teachers to at least reason with the H/C girl, saying that she's just been misguided (shocking to be coming from him). Midoriya, as an old classmate of hers, also asks to try to reason with the villain, stating the same reason as Bakugou's. But U.A didn't really believe them since she was part of the League Of Villains group.

As the weeks went by, the problem was forgotten as they prepared for the Quirk Training Camp for class 1A and 1B. Little did they know, LOV decided to join in the fun. And with a few new members, they were ready to invade.

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On top of a mountain, away from the naked eye, stood the LOV.

“Mmm!! I mean, I don’t like this. It’s not cute.” A blonde girl complained, adjusting the mask to fit her face. “This was made by the designer behind the scenes, right? Appearances don't matter, as long as it’s useful.” A guy in a middle school uniform and a green firefighter hat and a smoke mask said. “I’m not talking about that! I just don’t wanna wear it!” She whined. “Hi!! Sorry for the wait.” Another villain appeared from the shadows with shoulder length brown hair. “Work…work…” A villain, covered in black leather with only his mouth visible but was forced open with metal rods, repeatedly said. A lizard looking dude also appeared, along with some others, including a certain H/C. “That makes eight.” A raspy voice counted.

“I don’t care, just let me at ‘em. I’m getting too pumped up.” One of them demanded, A burnt looking man turned his head to look behind him, “Shut up, you crazy bastards.” He said with an annoyed tone. “Not yet.” He reminded them, “We’ll move when all eleven of us are here.” He smiled widely with his eyes widened, looking down at the rest of the forest. “Gathering a bunch of punks who are just strong will only increase the risk. It’s better to have a small group of experienced elites.” He said. 

“First, we make them realize.. That their peace is resting in our hands.”

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Class 1A and 1B were having the time of their life! Training hard to improve their Quirks to become the ideal hero they hoped for themselves, while the extra lessons students weren’t having that much fun as their energy was drained from their bodies. The hero agency they were staying with, The Wild, Wild Pussycats, planned an activity for both classes to participate, except for the ones who failed the practical exam. A class would have to scare the most students of the other class who would be walking through a path around the forest property of the agency. It was called "The Test Of Courage." Class 1A would be the scarees and 1B would be the scarers first. Class 1A pulled out a piece of paper to determine their partner for the test. Each pair would have to find cards with their names on it in the middle of the route in order to win, they had 3 minutes to do so before switching with another pair of students.

After grouping the students, they finally started off the challenge. Time went by as the screams of students roared the forests until group number 5 was next. “Ribbit-kitty, Uraraka-kitty, go!!!” A pussycat member yelled.

The two girls, Uraraka and Tsuyu, walked along the dense forest’s path in great fear. “I’m scared, Tsu… There are so many screams…” She whispered softly to the green haired girl. “Kyoka and Toru, huh? Let’s hold hands.” Tsuyu said, “It’s fine, I’m not scared.” She assured, extending her hand out for Uraraka to hold. “Let’s go.” She encouraged the brunette as they walked deeper into the forest. 

Three students of 1B were laughing away at their amazing scares to class 1A. One of the students smelled something odd. “Hey, doesn’t it smell like something is burning?” She pointed out. “Huh? Now that you mentioned it, it suddenly got smoky…” One of them realized. A sudden smoky purple mist quickly spread around their area. “Did Bakugou and Todoroki get so scared, they fired off their quirks?” He jokingly said but suddenly he stopped in his words when he suddenly felt sleepy and passed out, causing both his classmates to worry. “Honenuki?!” An orange haired girl called out and was sent in shock when he felt hard on the ground.

“Yui! Don’t breathe it in!” She called out, using her Quirk, Big Fist, to cover her friend. She covered her nose as well, she looked around as she took in everything around her. ‘This smoke.. It’s poisonous!’ 

Back in camp with the rest of the students, one of the Pussycats smelled the air, taking in the burnt smell. ‘What is this smell?’ She wondered. “That’s…” A student pointed out, the two pro heroes looked out to see black smoke. Students started to worry about the smoke that was emanating from somewhere. Suddenly a huge explosion came out of nowhere! Creating more smoke around the forest.

Deep inside the forest, the cause of the burning smell and black smoke was a burnt looking man with dark purple scars, using his quirk to fire a tree to create smoke to fear the students and heroes. The cause of the explosion was a H/C girl, creating crystals out of nothing from her hands and smashing them to the ground to create them.

“Now… It begins..”

Suddenly one of the pro heroes got grabbed and was pulled away from the students. “Pixie-bob!” One of the students called out.

Uraraka and Tsuyu, unaware of the rising problem, walked deeper and deeper into the woods, unknowing a certain blonde ready to attack them.

Pixie-bob was on the ground, a metal that was covered with cloth was pressed against the side of her forehead, causing it to bruise and bleed. “These pet cats are in the way.” The villain spoke. Mineta slowly stepped back in fear, “Wh-Why?” He cowardly asked. “I thought they made double sure…” He muttered. “Why are villains here?!” He yelled in fear.

“Pixie-bob!” Midoriya called out, running towards her but was stopped by the two other Pussycats. “Oh no..” One of them muttered. Midoriya realized that her nephew, Kota, wasn’t with her.

‘Kota!!”

“We, the Vanguard Action Squad of the League of Villains, will take care of them.”

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“Isn’t it fun, Dabi?” A villain asked, smiling widely as she threw her explosive crystals to the ground. “Shut up, you crazy child…” He groaned. “Child? I’m 16!!” She whined, “But you act like a child..” He replied back. “Hmph! Rude burnt nugget.” She insulted, turning back and starting to walk away. “I’m gonna go with Mr. Compress, I heard we have to collect someone.” She inform but Dabi couldn’t care less. “I don’t give a fuck, just go you lunatic.” He spat and she laughed it off, “My bully in middle school did worse! You can’t hurt me!!” She yelled out as she walked further away from her old position.

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“How are you on this fine evening, U.A High School?” The lizard looking villain asked, “We are the Vanguard Action Squad of the League of Villains!” He introduced proudly with his arms out. “The League of Villains?!” Ojiro repeated, “Why are they here?” He muttered. “Shall I crush this lady’s head? What d’you think?” The villain asked, pressing harder on her head. “Well, what do you think?” She asked again. “Like I’d let you, you!-” Tiger was enraged from seeing his comrade being pressed against the ground by the huge block of metal. “Wait, Big Sis Mag! Don’t be hasty! You too, Tiger.” The Lizard said, cutting off Tiger’s words. “It all depends on whether having power over life and death follows Stain’s tenets or not.” He said. “Stain..!” Midoriya muttered, remembering the Hero Killer, Stain.

“So you’re the ones his ideology brought?” Iida asked, already having his fighting stance. “That’s right!” The villain confirmed, joyfully admitting with his arms out. “I’m– Oh yea, you, with the glasses!” He was just about to introduce himself when he recognized Iida’s appearance. “You were the one who put an end to Stain at Hosu City.” The lizard realized. “I apologize for my late introduction.” He apologized with a grin, taking out a covered weapon to reveal a leather stick with hundreds of sharpened swords and knives attached to it by some leather belts. “I’m Spinner, the one who will bring his dreams into reality!” He introduced. 

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Back in the forest, there were students from 1B and pairs of 1A trying to get out of the forest and follow Mandalay’s orders to get back to camp. Kendo, a student from 1B, ran as fast as she could with her two friends in her fists. She suddenly stopped when she heard noises from the bushes and her name being called out. It was her classmate, Tetsutestu with Ibara in his arms. “Tetsutetsu, Ibara! What’s with the masks?” Kendo asked, “Yaoyorozu from class 1A made them! Awase’s showing her the locations of the other 1B students so they can go rescue them!” He explained. “Hurry, grab one! I got a bunch on me.” He said, turning to his side so Kendo could grab them. She put her two friends out of her fist and grabbed masks for herself and the others. “Thanks!” She thanked him, already putting on the mask on her face.

“We need to get back to camp. It’s dangerous out here since we don’t know where the villains are.” She said, “No, I’m going to fight too.” Tetsu declined. “Protect Shiozaki and Kodai.” He ordered Kendo. “Huh?! But Mandalay said not to fight!” She argued. “You’re always rebuking Monoma but didn’t you feel it in your heart somewhere? The difference between our class and 1A’s?” Testu asked. “I’ve been feeling it! We got into U.A with the same exam, studying the same curriculum. What’s the difference? It’s obvious! What they had that we didn’t… A crisis! They turned their crises into chances! It’s only natural! How can a hero turn their back on wrongdoers?” Testu wholeheartedly said, “Testutestu!” The orange haired girl said to stop him from going. “Don’t try to stop me, Kendo.” Testu ordered, “If we don’t stand now, then when will we?” He said, “I’ll definitely find the villains and beat the living daylights out of them!!” Testu said in determination.

“Woah!! That’s a really good speech!”

A sudden voice spoke from the depths of the forest, catching the three conscious students off guard. ‘A villain!’ Kendo noticed, looking around frantically for the villain. “I just love the determination heroes have! I used to have that..” The voice spoke again, “Show your face! Stop being a coward!” Testu yelled out. “Man.. You’re no fun!” The voice groaned. The ravenhead of the group suddenly saw a figure in the branches. From H/C H/L hair, to the clothes, and the expression. “Oh?” Someone spoke, dashing out of their hiding spot, they pounced onto the ravenhead. “You’re super cute!! D’you have a partner? The villain smiled.

Kendo quickly used her quirk to push the villain off, making them bash into a tree. “Tch! You’re no fun!!” The villain angrily yelled, brushing off the chipped wood off their body. Revealing their figure from the shadows, “You haven’t even let me introduce myself! But I’ll forgive you for that.” They smiled. Kendo and Testu kept on a fighting stance as they prepared for the worst. “My name’s Jinx! It’s a pleasure to meet class 1B! I honestly like you guys better, very underrated.” She said with a smile. “How did you know that?” Kendo asked cautiously. “The sports festival! Testutestu, you have a very similar quirk to Kirishima, perhaps you both are related?” She asked, slowly walking towards the students. “What? Actually- Are we?” Testu muttered, his guard down as he tried to think of an answer.

“You guys are really boring… Hmm.. Bye!!” She said before creating a crystal out of nowhere and smashed it into the ground, creating an explosion that took her off the ground and away from them.

“Wait!!” Kendo called out but it was too late, the H/C villain was already gone.

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Everywhere in the forest was pure chaos. Midoriya was going to fight Muscular, a villain who killed Kota’s parents, to protect Kota himself and back in camp were students who had extra lessons and the pro heroes who were busy with their own company.

But all of that chaos was unknown from Bakugou and Todoroki’s perspective. 

“DAMN IT!!” Bakugou angrily said, stomping along with Todoroki with his hand covering his face to prevent smelling the gas that was emanating from the forest. “Is this gas a villain’s quirk?” Todoroki wondered with a soft voice, carrying a student from 1B on his back. “I’m worried about the others, but we don’t have a choice.” He said, looking at Bakugou. “We’ll avoid the finish line and get back to camp.” He instructed, looking back straight ahead.

Amidst the forest was Mr. Compress, waiting for the signal. He suddenly heard rustling and quickly turned around to only be spooked by Jinx. “BOO!!” She shouted, giving him a scare. “My goodness! You gave me a fright, Jinx!” He expressed. “Hehe, sorry!” She apologized. “Anyways~ Watchu doin’?” She asked with a curious tone. “I’m waiting.” He replied, “Waiting for what?” She asked again. “The signal.” He responded. “What signal?” She asked again.

“The signal to capture our new recruit.” He responded which Jinx nodded, confirming that she now understood. “Who are we recruiting? Is it one of the students? Oo! Someone my age for once!!” She clapped her hands together in excitement. Mr. Compress chuckled in amusement, “Yes, it’s one of the students. Shigaraki said he will be very viable for us.” He confirmed.

“YIPEE!!” She yelled loudly, jumping up and down the single branch she was sitting on. She jumped a bit too hard and caused the branch to snap and she fell down hard onto the ground. “Ouch! I’m okay!!” She assured loudly and gave a thumbs up with a smile. Mr. Compress just gave her a thumbs up back but she didn’t know that he was smiling in amusement. ‘Such a lovely kid, such a shame society failed her.’ He thought before looking around for that recruit.

[Extra]

A few weeks ago, Mr. Compress has just been recruited. He walked up to Jinx, “Would you like to be my assistant? You have a quite similar Quirk to mine.” He asked her, “Really?! Absolutely!!!” Jinx excitedly agreed, hugging Mr. Compress and lifting him up with her strength out of joy. “Thank you!! Thank you!!” She thanked him with such joy. 

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[SKIP AGAIN]

Deku quickly jumped off the cliff where he left Muscular, a villain he defeated, buried into a dent of the cave he punched him into with Kota on his back. He thought back to what Muscular asked.

“Where’s the kid called Bakugou?”

Deku had a bad feeling about it, he was worried about the state of Bakugou now that he had a feeling the villains wanted to capture him.

He quickly dashes through the forest. ‘Almost there!!’ He estimated. “Hey, look!!” Kota pointed out loudly. Deku looked at where Kota was looking at and it was Eraserhead! “Mr. Aizawa!” Midoriya called out to his teacher who stopped to look, “Midori-” He stopped his sentence and realized that Midoriya was shirtless with two broken arms and with Kota on his back. “It’s terrible right now! There are a lot of things I need to tell you!” Midoriya spoke in his frantic state.

Midoriya kept on rambling about how he had to tell Mandalay and how he had to bring Kota back but he was cut off by the calls by his teacher. “I said hey!” Aizawa said, finally catching Midoriya’s attention. “Please take care of Kota!” Midoriya pleaded to him. Midoriya started to ramble a bit again but all Aizawa could think of was that Midoriya was in no state to keep on running and helping the situation de-escalate.

“Please!” He pleaded again and ended up dashing into the forest again before Aizawa got the chance to talk. “Wait- Midoriya!” He called out, Deku stopped to hear his words. “Those injuries… You did it again, didn’t you?” “Did you forget what happened in Hosu?” Aizawa reminded him. “For uncertified individuals to cause injury with their Quirks without specific instruction from their guardians or supervisors is a clear violation of the rules.” Those words from the hound dog back in Hosu repeated in Midoriya’s mind.

“No, but..” He was about to protest but had no reason to, “So tell Mandalay this..” Aizawa said before telling Deku about everything that he wanted to share with the rest of the students.

In the camp, everyone was fighting hard. Just as Mandalay was gonna get hit, two feet landed hard on Spinner’s weapon. “Mandalay! Kota’s fine!” Midoriya said, assuring the pro hero was shocked by his arrival, “You..!” She remembered. Midoriya fell with a slide onto the ground, “And here’s a message to Mr. Aizawa! Tell everyone with Telepath!” He pleaded.

“Everyone in 1A and 1B! In the name of the pro hero, Eraserhead, you are granted permission to engage in combat!” Midoriya said loudly for her to hear. She quickly nodded and repeated those exact words to every single student that was in the forest. 

After she finished, she ordered Midoriya to get back to camp immediately because of his abnormal injuries. Midoriya denied and asked to send one more message.

“The villains. At least one of their targets is… They’re after Kacchan!”

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[I’m going to spare the wait and just give the main event!!]

Todoroki and Bakugou just saved Tokoyami by using their Quirks to calm Dark Shadow who was destroying everything in its path.

“Tokoyami, are you alright?” Shoji walked up to Tokoyami with Midoriya on his back. “You did a good job doing what we asked.” He praised Tokoyami. “Sorry Shoji…” He apologized, feeling truly guilty for his actions. “You too, Midoriya.. I was too immature. I let my anger take over and released Dark Shadow… The influence of the darkness and my anger spurred on that guy…” He added, looking down at his shaking hands. “In the end, it got so strong that I couldn’t hold it back and ended up hurting Shoji.” He blamed himself. “We can leave that for later. That’s what you would say, right?” Shoji said, shocking Tokoyami from his statement. He looked up to see Shoji looking at him with such kind eyes with Midoriya who was behind him, smiling an assuring smile. 

“Oh right! We confirmed that one of the villain’s targets is Kacchan.” Midoriya said, quickly getting back into serious matters. “Bakugou? Are they trying to kill him? Why?” Shoji asked. “I don’t know. Anyways, I think the camp is the safest place since there are two pros, Vlad King and Mr. Aizawa, there.” Midoriya said.  Bakugou was looking at the 3 talking in a pure confused state. “I see, so now our mission is to escort Bakugou there, correct?” Tokoyami asked in confirmation.

Midoriya continued to explain the situation back in the campsite, how the Pussycats were still fighting and that going through that path would bring attention from the villains and they would lose time. He then suggested a shortcut, cutting straight across the forest. “We don’t know how many villains there are. We might come across one suddenly” Shoji presented a con. “We could use Shoji’s search ability. And we have Todoroki’s freezing, and if Tokoyami is okay with it, an invincible Dark Shadow with built-in controls..” Midoriya suggested.

After that, they began walking through the forest according to plan with Bakugou complaining about the arrangement. Along the way, they were met with Uraraka and Tsuyu who were up against a villain named Toga Himiko, a name they learned later on. 

Tsuyu then pointed out with a question after Midoriya explained that they were escorting Bakugou back to camp because of his big target on his back, “You’re protecting Bakugou? Where is Bakugou?” Midoriya was surprised at first, “What are you saying? Kacchan is right behind–” He looked behind to see Bakugou missing! Where has he gone? 

“Katsuki Bakugou?” An unknown voice sounded out of nowhere, making Midoriya look up to the source. “I took him with my magic.” The man with an orange coat was standing atop of a branch of a tree. Tossing the marble with Bakugou inside, he said, “This talent isn’t someone who should be on the hero's side.” “We’ll take him on a stage where he can shine more.” He explained. “So! You’re telling me he’s the recruit?” Another voice, a female one, sounded from another branch. “Yes, Jinx. I apologize if this inconveniences you.” He apologized.

‘Y/N!!’ Midoriya looked up to see Jinx on another branch. “Midoriya?! You have a Quirk? That’s certainly an amazing miracle! I really envy you for having such a powerful Quirk!” She said, sitting down on the branch. Midoriya looked back to Mr. Compress with an angered look on his face, “Give him back!” He demanded.

“Give him back? That’s a strange thing to say. Bakugou doesn’t belong to anyone. He’s his own person, you egoist.” He said back. “And also, why would you want him back? He has been nothing but awful to you.” Jinx jumped in. “Awful?” Todoroki naively asked, “Yes! Awful! He bullied sweet little Izuku because he didn’t have a quirk. Even though Izu has one now, he didn’t have one back in Middle school and Kacchan treated him horrible. And that snarky comment!” Jinx explained. “Do you know it? Katsuki Bakugou said, “Just pray that you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life, and take a swan dive off the roof of the building!” To Midoriya, baiting him with suicide! He told Midoriya to go kill himself! An aspiring hero said that, to a Quirkless boy, no doubt!” She finally said it, she exposed him to that terrible statement he said to Midoriya.

“Give him back!!” Midoriya yelled once more, Todoroki quickly asking Shoji to move before releasing a spike of ice towards Mr. Compress and then at Jinx. They both jumped away from the students, catching them off guard. “The path he’s on now with its fanatical values is not the only path he can take. Kids these days are made to choose their paths based on their values.” Mr. Compress said, holding onto his hat to prevent it from falling before landing down softly on a tree with Jinx by his side.

Shoji looked behind him and realized that Tokoyami wasn’t with them and told Midoriya who also just realized. “To go out of your way to talk to us… You’re underestimating us.” Todoroki said, glaring at the villain. “I was originally an entertainer, you know? It’s a bad habit of mine.” The villain said, twirling a marble on his fingers. “Taking Tokoyami was simply an improvisation on my part.” He explained, revealing a second marble.

“You bastard!! Don’t take them!!!” Midoriya yelled with anger. “Calm down, Midoriya!” Shoji said, trying to calm his friend down. Todoroki was enraged, quickly asking Uraraka to hold the 1B student he had on his back and quickly stepped hard on the ground and released an entire mountain sized ice attack towards Mr. Compress and Jinx.

“Sorry! Tricks and running away are my only redeeming features!! There’s no way I’d fight students who are heroes in training.” Mr. Compress said loudly from a far which left Todoroki surprised. “Here’s a trick to keep you entertained!!” Jinx said before creating a crystal and threw it hard onto Todoroki’s ice which set off a huge F/C explosive which left the group’s ears ringing which bought them some time to leave.

“Vanguard Action Squad! Target successfully collected! It was just a short while, but with this, our show has come to a close!! As arranged, head to the retrieval point in the next five minutes!!” Mr. Compress reported. “And if you’re late, we’ll leave you behind!~” Jinx sing songy said before hanging up with Mr. Compress.

“Come to a close..?”

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“Huh? No one else is here yet?” Toga was first to arrive. “You lunatic, did you get the blood? How many people’s worth?” Dabi called out to her. “One person’s worth!” She proudly said. “Just one?!” Twice joined in. “Weren’t you supposed to get at least three??” He complained. “It couldn’t be helped. I thought I was going to be killed.” She sadly responded. “Anyways–”

They continued talking when Dabi noticed something from afar. Mr. Compress was suddenly pushed onto the ground with 3 students of 1A on his back with Jinx beside him, shocked by the attack but couldn’t act on time in the air. 

“Hey, hey, hey, hey!!” Twice said in a panicked voice. “I know these kids!!” He recognized them. “Who are they?!” His second personality said.

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“KACCHAN!!!”

There was a quick fight. The 1A students successfully got Tokoyami back but lost Bakugou in the hands of Dabi who was already in the portal and was out of reach. Everyone was rather distressed about it. Kirishima is trying to get Midoriya to join him to try to save him but Midoriya and his classmates said otherwise. Not because they didn’t want to save him but the amount of restrictions they have as heroes in training and that Eraserhead’s permission was dismissed so they had their hands tied.

When Todoroki and Midoriya had some time alone, he wanted to ask him something. “That thing that Jinx said.. ABout Bakugou telling you to go die… Is that true?” He hesitantly asked Midoriya. Midoriya stayed silent for a while before responding, “Yes, but it’s all in the past and I’m sure he didn’t mean it.” Midoriya smiled at Todoroki. “It’s a serious offense, are you sure you’re that okay?” Todoroki asked. “Yes, I’m sure.” Midoriya assured him.

In the little bar base, the League of Villains tries again to pursue Bakugou into joining them.

“I’ll ask you one more time, aspiring hero, Katsuki Bakugou.. Will you join us?” Shigaraki asked once more, every single member staring at the student who was strapped onto a metal chair with many leather straps and a huge cuboid shaped metal trapping his hands to prevent his Quirk from activating and attacking them.

Bakugou just simply smirked and said, “If you’re gonna talk in your sleep, you should go do that and die.” With his snarky tone, glaring at Shigaraki. “Why did you even join these extras? You’re way better than them.” He said, turning his attention to Jinx, “You were second best, you had the second highest scores after me.” Jinx just chuckled darkly and walked out of the shadows and stood beside Shigaraki. “You know.. It’s funny how you still try to keep your ego by saying “You were second best after me” I mean, come on? Are you trying to keep your ego or trying to “change” me?” Jinx said, sounding sarcastic at the word, “Change.”

The TV started playing. It was Mr. Aizawa, Vlad King, and Mr. Nezu, presented on TV for the accident at the training camp. They addressed the press and apologized for their actions. Just as they started the questionnaire, Shigaraki turned off the TV.

“It’s so strange..” Shigaraki started, “Why are the heroes being criticized?” He questioned, sounding “upset” by the heroes’ situation. “The way they were dealing with things was just a little off the mark.” He complained. “Is it because it’s their job to protect? Everyone makes a mistake or two. Are they supposed to be perfect?” He wondered. “Modern-day heroes are so uptight. Don’t you think, Bakugou?” He asked the ashy blonde.

“Once heroes receive compensation to protect people, they aren’t heroes anymore.” Spinner, a wannabe Stain, said. “That is Stain’s teaching.” He explained.

“The strange system of transforming people’s lives into money or glory… The society that sticks tight to those rules… The citizens who blame the losers rather than encourage them.. Our fight is to question: What is a hero? What is justice? Is this society truly just? We’ll have everyone thinking about it. We’re planning on winning. You like winning, too, right?” Shigaraki boasted with a grin on his face but was covered by an ashy decay-like hand attached to his crusty, non-moisturized, ugly face.

“Dabi, release his restraints.” Dabi turned to Shigaraki with a confused face. “What? He’s gonna attack, y’know?” Dabi pointed out. “It’s fine! We need to treat him like an equal, since we’re recruiting him.”  Shigaraki assured with his arms out as a form of “rest assurement” towards the entire group. “Equal my ass..” Jinx mumbled.

This conversation went on long enough until All Might saved the day by pretending to be a pizza delivery guy before bashing an entire opening in the abandoned bar. The group was captured and was restrained by wood by Kamui Woods. Shigaraki was distressed and yelled his words in anger towards the heroes. A splash of goo turned into a massive amount of goo spilling out of the LOV’s mouths and suddenly, they vanished within the goo that engulfed them!

The group was saved by All For One. They tried their best to keep Bakugou within their grasp but a small group of 1A students, consisting of Midoriya, Yamomo, Todoroki, Kirishima, and Iida, who came all this way from the hospital to save Bakugou.

Jinx became furious, breathing heavily in anger. She couldn’t let him go so easily! The voices in her head were speaking loudly in her head, messing her up. She grabbed her grappling hook like weapon and blasted towards Bakugou. It latched onto his legs and she pulled him back, making him lost grip on Kirishima’s hand. He was pulled by Jinx who grabbed him hard on the arm and ran with him to somewhere no one knows.

“BAKUGOU!!” Kirishima yelled from the sky as he felt Bakugou lose his grip.

Jinx dragged him to a small abandoned lower level apartment. It was her hideout, her home. She put him on a chair and tied him up, using a similar metal to restrain him from using his quirk. She sighed, “We’re finally alone. Just, the two of us.” She said, walking at an even pace around him. “You seem to have good friends, they cared so much for you!” She complimented. “I wished I had that.” She hopefully said, with her head done with a smile as she looked at the ground. “But, you were the one to have that. How lucky.. You have always been lucky.” She felt envy towards him for having a better life than him.

“Y/N, let me go. We can sort this out with U.A and the pro heroes. It doesn’t have to be this way.” Bakugou tried to pursue her. But that hit a nerve in her body.

“Heroes? What nonsense!”

“How dare he say that!!”

“He’s lying!”

“He’s just like ####!!!!”

Voices became the scream in her head, scribbles all around the place, creating monsters, drawn devil horns and an evil face doodle on Bakugou face. The voices became stronger, washing over Bakugou’s words.

“Y/N, listen to me. You don’t need all of this.”

“Yes you do!”

“He thinks he has the privilege to say that?!”

“He has a better life than you and he says that?”

“I can help you!”

“No one can help you, you’re nothing but a Jinx!”

“JUST SHUT UP!!!!” She yelled loudly, shocking Bakugou by the sudden yell. She breathed heavily, practically having smoke come out of her nostrils like an angry dragon. She turned towards Bakugou.

“You were nothing but mean to me. You used to hit me, kick me, make me almost go deaf by your explosions! What did you call that one move where you exploded so many times in my ears? Oh, right! “Boom boom! Bye bye ears!” Not very creative if you ask me. The orphanage tried so hard to fix me but they couldn’t. The children would laugh and beat me! I wasn’t that affected, because your actions hurted so much worse. You were the reason I was seen as weird, a freak! You destroyed my life, just because I was an orphan. I have seen the most traumatizing thing happening to my caretaker, my sisters, and my friends, do you know what it was? It was a massive explosion. It killed the people I loved right in front of me, do you know how much pain I had? Of course you don’t, you were given everything on a silver plate! Rich parents, good grades, friends, a powerful quirk, being the best at everything. I didn’t have that! You used your privileges to be seen as someone superior than others and with that, you bullied others you deemed lower than you.” Jinx said  in front of Bakugou as his face kept his scowl face but it seemed to have a bit of sadness in them, hm. “Look, the League of Villains shouldn’t change you. You’re Y/N L/N, maybe the dumbest and naivest person but also the most caring. You’re not what they say you are. They made you think you’re a Jinx but you’re not!” Bakugou kept a straight face and said it in the most serious voice he could do.

“Wanna know a secret? All for one thinks he made Jinx. With all of his rants and his hard-one lessons.. “Exile your doubts, Jinx.” , “Be what they fear, Jinx.” But, he didn’t make Jinx…” Jinx said, holding her home-made pistol, she suddenly aimed it at him with her head tilted to the side and looked at him with her eyes, but wait- Weren’t they E/C? Why were they pink? She stared at him with those eyes, those angered yet sad eyes, she glared at his vulnerable position.

“You did.”

BANG!!!!!

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★☽A/N: I am so sorry that this took so long!! If you’re wondering, “Did Bakugou die???” Maybe he did! But it would disturb the flow of events to come after this arc so I’mma say no but you can imagine that he did! I really hope you enjoy this. Thank you again to @supernerdycookietrashblr for requesting this! Might be my favorite request of all time!! <33

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eleventh doctor x gn! reader

character: 11th doctor (doctor who)

request? no

wrote like the last part of this half asleep so im sorry if it kinda sucks lololol

There was rarely a moment where you had nothing to do with the doctor around - but rare didn't mean never, in fact, at the moment you were just scrolling through your phone with nothing to do.

The doctor was under the control panel of the tardis, occupying himself with whatever new fix or upgrade he had to do to it, and you were sitting on the stairs that lead from the panel to who-knows-where. There wasn't much noise other than the low humming of the tardis, the doctors occasional banging two devices that you could never even begin to understand the function of together, and a few videos from your phone.

You got bored of your phone pretty quick and put it back in your pocket before hopping down the stairs to the doctor. Finding a place to sit, you settled down cross legged with your elbows on your legs and head in your hands.

Staring at the doctor was something that wasn't too rare of a sight when you got bored, and it was the most that you thought you’d ever let your romantic affection shine through.

Yes, romantic. You’d had a crush on the doctor for quite a while now, but you weren't going to tell him that - no way, firstly, crushes was what you’d say if you were what, 7? And secondly, he probably didn't like you back in that way, and being friends with him was enough for you if you had to be.

Today though, it was different. Instead of just letting you carry on staring and minding his business, he looked over at you with a lost face. He put down his gadgets and walked over to where you were sitting. The place you were sitting was technically the floor, but it wasn't under the control panel, so it was higher, and it went up to around the doctor's waist.

When he stopped right in front of you, he first put his hands together, before putting them somewhere else, and then finally deciding to cross them with a little frustrated noise.

“Why do you stare at me so much? I mean- not that it's a problem, except if i was a karmot, then it would definitely be a problem, they take it as a serious crime- wait no back to my question. Why?” he said, sounding like he’d been thinking about it hard, which came as a bit of a surprise to you, since it looked like he didn't even notice most of the time.

“You just have a nice face” you said with a shrug, which wasn't very out-of-character of you, but still dusted his cheeks a bit pink since it was the first time it was directed at him. You could be very blunt at times, pointing out if you thought something was nice, even when it would embarrass most normal people to say it.

He uncrossed his arms before putting one hand on his hip and the other combing through his hair, and released a sigh. It was times like these where he just wanted to give you a big smooch on the lips, but did not because he just didn't know your feelings for him. Even with your straightforward nature, you were surprisingly hard to read, and it was part of what intrigued him about you.

Suddenly, he put his arms down on the floor at your sides, looking directly into your eyes and you felt yourself slowly heat up, your eyes widen, and your jaw clenching slightly. He didn't usually come this close to your face. You also took your hands away from your face and put them down into your lap, fiddling with your fingers.

A moment or two went by before he finally broke the silence with a phrase you’d never thought hearing from him of all people aimed at you.

“I love you.”

When your jaw dropped slightly, he slowly raised a hand to hold the side of your face, observing your reaction. “You- you mean it?” you said slowly, still processing the words in your head and making sure that you didn't mishear it for something else.

With a light smile he gave you a little nod, and you put your forehead down against his, raising one of your hands to put it on top of the one holding your face.

“I love you too.” you answered, now smiling softly down at him. He smiled back and non-verbally asked permission when his eyes darted down to your lips for a second before looking back into yours, and when all you did was widen your smile, he took it as a yes and locked your lips with his.

It was slow and soft, showing only the love that you and him felt for each other, and he honestly just thought about how he should've told you sooner with how good your lips felt against his. Pulling away, he just grinned and you returned with an equally as happy smile of your own.

“So why’d you decide to tell me now?” you asked, still looking into his eyes with love but an underlying layer of confusion in yours, and he thought of why. Why was it? Was it because of that gaze which anyone but him of course would mistake for just curiosity, but it had a hint of longing? Was it the way that the soft tardis lights shined just the right way on your face and made it even more ethereal than usual? But he didn't really care, just happy with how it turned out.

His grin turned into a smile, and all he said was “There was about a 50 percent chance that you’d reject me, and a 50 percent chance you wouldn't, so I decided ‘why not take the risk?’”