#i love his robo arm

[jekylls-crippling-depression]

Guys I Think I like Sinnett.... But I don't really know tho, it was just a gues-💥

[moeblob]

Mason Rogers and Erin Bailey my beloveds.......

They work together and I don't even remember what they did but they always argued and so Erin loved to just call him a dick and he gave up after a while. And his coworkers are like "wow you and Erin get along pretty well huh" and he's just "she yells at me" "you yell back??? she just always seems to be migrate to you lol".

So Mason starts paying more attention to it and while she does insult and yell at him he notices she does in fact seem to seek him out. INTERESTING. And he says nothing about it and then he nearly dies and she's telling him he can't die and leave her and she'll be lonely so he tries to make light of it and say "hey, come on, I'm a dick, remember? letting you down is what I do".

Then he survives and she's relieved and then she apologizes for being rude and he accepts partial blame for being rude back and then they date. And it's very awkward to everyone else involved.

But she's always asking about his arm in weird ways like "hey Rogers who'd you piss off in the mafia?" or "I'm tempted to ask for a hand but you only have one somehow" and he looks very unimpressed every time but really he's glad to have someone not dancing around the topic. (he really was just born with one arm though and got his first prosthetic in his late teens.)

[bluecookies02]

Viktor x Reader

tags: nsfw, suggestive but on a spiritual lvl 🤌 hurt/comfort. robo viktor and intimacy basically.

[established relationship]

Viktor's new body doesn't feel physical pleasure. Doesn't feel friction or warmth to any extensive degree.

But you'll often find yourself placed on his lap, with him guiding your hips to grind against his own. His arms guiding yours around his shoulder, neck, back...wherever your heart desires to leave a ghost of an imprint. He traces your skin with fingertips that don't really feel any pressure whatsoever, but his soul yearns to touch you like he used to.

And he does. It makes him desperate at first...lost and heartbroken. He has to learn to calculate better, in fear of not giving you a good enough illusion that he is still as human as he was, still an attentive lover that he used to be.

The kind that would spend hours making you feel good, loved and precious. He used to push himself to exhaustion just because he needed to show you his affections thoroughly.

He still would. He still does. Every little speck of him that is left within this new vessel, he selflessly gives to you. The shudders that he lets out when you whine and moan are raw and real, the adoration in his eyes when he does something right and you gasp...it's for you only.

He can feel your emotions and hear your thoughts when the connection between you is at its peak. Once you place your forehead against his and you fall apart under his skilled hands, he can experience the ecstasy similar to the one he used to when he was mortal.

It's yours. It's borrowed. But it gets him high. The fraction of your pleasure that he can feel through your bond makes him addicted, insatiable. It can be considered selfish when he thinks about it more in depth, however it isn't.

Because he would do it all just for you...even if he couldn't feel a single thing, he knows he would always feel utter love and devotion towards everything that makes you. Your plump lips, your eager hands, your honey coated words, your mind and intelligence, your familiarity.

He'd rip himself apart and turn to nothing if it made you happy.

So he's quick to learn. He learns how to press his cold lips against yours just right...all over again. Relearns how to touch you in ways he used to know by heart. The instincts that seemed to die with his body, he has to fabricate.

There's beauty in those calculations. It comforts him. Because those seemingly "robotic" efforts are naked proof that his love for you will never falter, no matter the form he takes on.

He knows that you see his struggles, notice the smaller errors he makes in rhythm, in the gentleness or the roughness of his movements. But as always, you understand him and his body, the state of it, the "faults" as he used to call them, which you always said you'd love, no matter what they were.

This stayed constant in your relationship from before and now. Your stubbornness to love him through everything , even this, and he'd be a fool to not repay you.

So he makes love to you, under the glossy, shiny stars and then under the morning sunrise, on the wet grass or the cloudy floor of his hidden universe. You'll feel him molding his body for you and pouring his soul into you until you're crying, panting and shaking underneath him.

He'll swallow the screams from your lips as you crumble for him, and he'll engrave them so deep within himself so that nothing could rip them away.

Noone can ever love me like the fictional men in my head and I'll have to accept that eventually . Anyways I hope you enjoyed this blurb, if you did, stay tuned bc this blog is slowly turning into a Viktor shrine.

requests are set to open while this season's high fuels me, so feel free to drop by🩵

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

last set of tsumsitter ssr groovies 👀

THE TIME HAS COME

First is Pomefiore!! (Edit: The initial version of this Groovy is on the left; Rook is missing the golden Pomefiore markings on his robes. There was an update to fix this. The updated version is on the right.)

The trio is framed by a border of colorful lights, which reminds me a lot of old-fashioned movie theater signs (though not as colorful). If you look closely at the top and bottom, it seems they are posed for a candid photograph and it’s being posted to Magicam or something?? Rook and Epel look super crisp here, which I love!! I think Epel is posing with his hands held behind his back. This paired with his smile and the slight bird’s eye view of his face makes him look super cute please don’t beat me up for saying that, Epel. And Rook is being showy and familiar as usual, even putting one hand on Vil’s shoulder. Vil isn’t cringing or uncomfortable with it, which goes to show that he and Rook are truly good friends.

As for Vil, it’s rare to see him posed casually like this. Most of his cards feature him posed in very “model”-like and mature ways, so to have just one hand on hip, leaning forward slightly, and gripping his grimoire is unique for him (I mostly associate this pose with Ace, lol). His smile is quite casual too—it’s not quite the full catty smirk he has in his live2D model, it’s a lot more subtle and playful.

BahacTeHWWRVwkkwwm YHE VIL TSUM STeALS THE SHOW ThoUGH 😭 (You can tell it’s smiling despite the lack of a visible mouth) from how its eyes!! The placement of the Tsum is also funny. With Pomefiore’s peacock throne in the background, it forms sort of an angelic halo around… the sentient stuffed toy… Proof that Tsum Vil is a heavenly being/j

Next is Ignihyde!!

The Shroud brothers return to Cyberspace, that blue void with tons of ethereal floating screens, particle effects, and code www I don’t know what those three pink balls of flame are in the background, but there being three of them is a consistent theme for Ignihyde. Three pink fireballs, three Shroud brothers, three heads of Cerberus! I wish I could say more here, but I’m basically a Malleus when it comes to tech—

Idia’s pose isn’t anything we haven’t seen before (just at different angles of it, I suppose). But!! It feels different here and adding Ortho definitely adds to it. The Pokémon trainer energy of the initial art carries over to the Groovy. Idia looks like a smug, tough trainer looking down on you with a cocky grin and his face half-shadowed.

Ortho floats almost menacingly next to his big brother, his face entirely shadowed. His aura is like a phantom (fitting) or even like a Pokémon on standby waiting for the chance to fire off a Hyper Beam. This might be me overthinking things, but I wonder if the amount of light on the brothers’ faces references the original Ortho. Robo!Ortho’s face is entirely darkened because his parallel has passed on. Idia’s face is only partially shadowed because while he was close to stepping over to the “other side”, he ultimately found hope and was able to continue living, this time for himself and on his own terms.

I LIKE HoW TSUM IDIA HAS ITS OWN sCREEN TO WORK OFF OF TOO 😭 IBRO IS MAkING A sUS FACE TOO, IT’S GLEEfUL AbOUT WhAtEVRr it’S UP TO… That makes me think that it’s hard at work… I dunno, hacking something systems fnksgwiwozlapaeb Watch out, a Tsum near you might infect your computer and then bounce away happily after ruining all your programs and files.

Last but not least… Diasomnia!! THIS ONE’S MY fAVORITE OF THE SSR TSUMSITTER GROUP, WHICH I WAs NOT EXPecTING AT ALL 🤡

The violet backlight is fantastic—it adds an interesting lighting to the illustration and highlights the green flames and Silver and Sebek’s bright eyes. And speaking of Sebek and Silver, LOOK AT THEM JUST LOOK AT THEM???????? More specifically, Sebek’s arms (they look ultra meaty somehow) and Silver’s whole face(that lopsided smile??? HELLO?????)!! On either side of Malleus like that… Peak bodyguard, I REPEAT, PEAK BODYGUARD

With Lilia bringing up the rear, the three form a perfect squad to surround and to protect their liege. cbsjsbevejwlw I like that Lilia is different than Silver and Sebek; he’s hanging out upside down (as he usually does) and bears a huuuge grin, completely having fun in the moment. (… How does his hat stay on like that when he’s fighting gravity though?)

Up front and center is Malleus of course! He’s wielding his spindle staff like a king might a scepter. This with his fierce face gives the impression of a leader marching into battle with his retainers. You get a real good shot of his teeth and reptilian eyes here which I’m sure the Malleus stans are going feral for right now—and with the limelight shining down on him, he looks almost hopeful for once instead of downtrodden or gloomy.

THE TSUM MALLEUS LOOKS SO FUNKY PLACED tHERE cnsnwveuxvDFsFjqk Just. Cheekily There on Malleus’s shoulder… Because Maleficent and Diablo is a known combination, the image of those two as master and minion comes to mind. Imagine Malleus blasting you with lightning, pausing to listen to his Tsum whispering a suggestion into his ear, and then telling you the Tsum has advised that he blast you with a second strike 💀

Aaaaaah, the Tsumsitter SSR Groovies are some of the best in this game 😭 So glad they’re finally over though, it’s stressful saving rolls for what you know would be a limited event with multiple SSR banners, lol

[intotheelliwoods]

WAILS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. He may be a medium now on his own but when next to peepaw he just becomes little again I-🥺

Medium Leo is still so littol when I draw him next to the peepaw :P

@intotheelliwoods

[revelboo]

May we get a Robo Cop update I miss the cop car

Sure!

Stand Too Close Pt 18

Prowl x Reader

• Love? What’s he even really know about you? Aside from angry sex, what do you have in common? Furious that he’d say that, sounding dead serious, because it has to be meant to hurt you. A lie, except he’s obnoxiously honest with you. “Of course, I’d do that wrong too,” he mutters, not even bothering to look at you and you just want to scream at him. “But I think I do love you as awful as you are.”

• “I’m awful? What about you?” Smiling despite himself at your anger, he vents. “You put me in a freaking drawer.” He had. Still remembers how furious you were about it, a petty bit of harmless revenge. Hears you shift around on his desk as the silence between you spreads. As broken as he is. “You think you love me.” Are you offended that he hadn’t made it a certainty? That he’d not professed his feelings with grand gestures? Both of you know that’s not how he is. How can you make him drop his defenses so easily? Working under his plating when he goes out of his way to keep everyone at arm’s length?

• “I could be wrong since I’ve never really been in love before.” Sitting on his desk with your legs dangling over the edge, you glare at him. “Do you love me?” He asks and you stiffen. No. You don’t, right? Thinking of that warm feeling that spills through you when he offers you those rare smiles, that flush of eagerness when he argues with you and gets mad at you. That isn’t love. That’s not what love is supposed to be, but maybe it’s as close as you can get. And it scares you, leaves you vulnerable in a way you hate.

• “You’re an ass,” you growl, sounding more tired than angry. Laughing bitterly, because you have no idea. Don’t know the lengths he’s gone to for the Autobot cause. The things he’s done. That he’d be seen as a monster if they ever came to light, because he’s willing to do the hard things, the necessary things in secret to end this war.

• Slumping back to mirror his position, you stare up at the ceiling. Trying to untangle the confusing, complicated things he makes you feel. Remembering that it’d felt like losing your home when he’d abandoned you, just throwing you away. Hurting you deeper than you’d have thought possible. Pressing your palms against your eyes as you realize that maybe you might actually love him in your own way. When had that happened? When had you stopped really wanting to be freed? “Where do we go from here?” He asks, voice a soft rumble. And you don’t know.

Previous

[terriblyrenderedenigma]

On Transformers and Human soulmate tropes...

(i do personally attack starscream at the end, i'm sorry starscream lovers, i love him too, but he's just a sad, devious little guy.)

Just a little thought here, so, I love soulmate tropes. Depending on the plot, they can be really fun and take so many interesting paths as a medium used within storytelling, whether romantic or platonic.

But what i want to talk about specifically is Transformer x Human soulmate tropes. Like, you have this super sweet side to it where the bot can be like 'I have waited my entire life to find you, finally, I can hold you in my arms and we never have to part again'. Depending on the character/story/type of SM (soulmate, shortening it because I'm not gonna keep writing it out) trope of course.

Can I just say how...instrumentally fucked this is though? So you have this race of robots who live for, what is essentially millennia out in the wild unless they catch the smoke. Their soulmate ends up being this little creature that lives for 80, maybe 100 years tops before dying. -Unless we're going for some kind of mind switch body type thing, but we all know how that went with spike in g1.

Our beloved robo blorbos will eventually have to cope with the fact that their soulmate, the person or creature they're MEANT to be with via laws of the universe, will die a LOT sooner than they will.

This especially hits hard with the decepticons who, depending on continuity -- hate humanity already. Bots who've gone through so much, losing their home, friends, and their dignities; have to learn to put up with and accept this creature as their fated mate/spouse/conjux endura, whatever you want to call it- SOULMATE.

Then the decepticons just have to deal with the fact that they're going to lose this person too, just like they've already lost everything else and oh GOD. Maybe they choose to forget about them and move on, stay alone and mourn what could have been if the universe hadn't had such a fucked sense of humor. Maybe they choose to accept it, but never let their SM too close because they know they'll just be hurt so much more hurt when the inevitable comes.

Then you have to think about decepticons having to possibly protect their SM from other cons! From being taken and 'saved' by the autobots.

Imagine some bots or cons just flying off the handle, going crazy just to try and keep their human alive in any way they possibly can, afraid of running out of time.

(Starscream lovers forgive me for the angst)

And Starscream especially, Maybe he'd try. He'd have a great time, take a chance, and give it a go. But what if he's actually terrified? Maybe he'd also self sabotage a little, knowing the relationship will never last too long anyways; not in the short blink of time it would be next to his life. Maybe, he doesn't actually know what to do with himself in a positive relationship after being, i dunno, consistently dogged on by megatron and he freezes.

There's something actually good for him, and since he isn't sure how to receive or accept that fact, he's gone. And maybe he'll come back, but the cycle could repeat.

(Im sorry, unless you put a tracker on him and call his ass and really give him some therapy. get him some god damn therapy.)

But yeah. All around, the angst potential is immense for this stuff and it makes me sad to think about so I thought i would share it instead of just write about it in an actual fic because my character analysis and ability to comprehend my own thoughts is so shit.

Okay, CIAOOOOOO~

[eupheme]

DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE FIC RECS (PART II)

a rec collection of my fave logan and/or wade x reader fics - please give these writers some love! ❤️💛

(these recs are in addition to this post - I intended to combine them but I hit my link limit on the first!)

LOGAN HOWLETT X READER

— a mouse christmas by @guiltyasdave

Before Christmas, you and Logan have an unexpected house guest.

— cardinal by @danidrabbles

At the edge of the world, someone from another keeps you from stepping off.

— come on into my bed with me (i know you want to) by @sceletaflores

you can't sleep, logan left his door open…

— dirty little secret by @silverskyeline

logan finds that you've left him a little gift behind, and he just can't help himself. 

— don't mind me by @/moonlight-prose

you refused to admit that you were smitten with the man who melted your otherwise intelligent mind. you were however…horrible with subtlety. luckily the same could be said for him.

— guard dog by @/elflutters

Nobody would believe how his masculine bravado fell as he let you take control. They didn’t notice how you could dismiss him with a nod of your head, how he would immediately back down from a fight if you told him to drop it. Like a dog with a bone. That’s the thing about Logan. He is protective like a guard dog is  protective. And he is submissive like a guard dog is submissive. Oh, you so enjoy training him.

— i could play the doctor (i could cure your disease) by @sceletaflores

it’s been another six months, and logan needs your help…

— in every lifetime by @pedroscurls

you lost logan in this universe. logan lost you in his. what happens when you both see each other again, but realize that you're both from different worlds?

— kinktober 2024 by @avocado-writing

— kinktober 2024 by @robo-writing

Logan’s got hundreds of years of experience under his belt, and somehow you manage to match him blow for blow.

— manhandle by @embbarnes

Feral-ish Logan is obsessed with you.

— nameless as a river undiscovered underground by @/moonlight-prose

his leather jacket remained a tie between your love and his. the weight of it, the smell of your intertwined scents, all revolved around a relationship he never thought would happen.

— of flesh and bone by @cavillscurls

logan just can’t bring himself to kill a pretty thing like you—even when he’s starving.

— slippin' and slidin' all over you! by @/sceletaflores

logan forgot to fix the ac…

— the animal in the cage by @/silverskyeline

you return each week to watch the stranger in the cage, desire swirling in your mind. there's no way he'd ever look at you too. . . right?

— trapped lies by @wlwloverwrites

Logan has a very hard time hearing the words “I love you.”

OLD MAN LOGAN X READER

— come undone by @nymphoniah

— dust to dust by @/moonlight-prose

when the days are long and he's grown weary of everything, he knows he can find his peace in your body. that is until he brings a whole new understanding to the belt buckle that sits proudly on his waist.

— makeup sex with old man logan by @rqnarok

— my girl by @moonlitbirdie

Logan comes home after a scuffle and you clean him up. He finds a way to thank you.

— my man by @/silverskyeline

he's irresistible in that work suit of his, so much so that you decide to treat him with it on.

— runaway bride by @pedroscurls

on the day of your wedding, you find out that your maid of honor and husband-to-be has been hooking up behind your back... and you run directly into the arms of a stranger to help you cope with the sudden betrayal.

— smoke and ash by @/moonlight-prose

cigar smoke trailed after him with every step, his mouth always desperate for something to wet, something to bite down on. and you with the match between your teeth indulged him every which way.

— twin flames by @/elflutter

Logan wasn’t shy about his thing for pain. He should have known you would like it too. When pain is your only companion, when it can’t even give you the mercy of death, you learn to master it. To love it.

— when things turn green again by @lubdubology

Hoping to mend the pain of your broken heart and bury the memory of your failed marriage, you turn towards the woods. A cabin was left in your name and it’s the exact distraction you were looking for. What you didn’t anticipate is meeting a quiet, ruggedly handsome man along the way who helps you heal.

LOGAN HOWLETT X WADE WILSON

— number one fan by @/silverskyeline

rockstar logan meets popstar wade backstage. what could go wrong?

LOGAN HOWLETT X READER X WADE WILSON

— angel of the morning by @/moonlight-prose

wade has a proposition to offer: he will sit quietly (a complete lie) as logan shows him how fucking you properly is done. only it's not up to logan...it's up to you. his sweet angel of the morning.

— she's your daddy by @/elflutters

— woo, my baby's got me all mixed up! by @/sceletaflores

wade gets to whiskin’ (and logan’s there too)…

if you haven’t read these, you need to! and please support these amazing fics & writers by reading, reblogging & commenting! 💕

[allpiesforourown]

Man binghe in the robot shen yuan au is living the fucking life... leaves work with a skip in his step because he knows he has a beautiful loving shen yuan at home waiting for him... when he opens the door shen yuan is either reading and looks up happily and puts the book down immediately to welcome him home, or he's on sleep mode and binghe can happily watch him for a few minutes before waking him up. Binghe can whine work was soooo hard a-yuan I neeed you to hold me and soothe my troubles... shen yuan rolls his eyes but holds out his arms for Binghe to fall into ... just cuddling and softly talking about some upgrade Binghe is thinking of giving him or shen yuan's steadily growing library... getting up when Binghe decides its time for dinner and shen yuan is NOT allowed to help after he made the microwave blow up. Sighs God I wish I had a robo shizun

[sturniololuvz]

Can you do one where Matt’s daughter is like 13 and gets in a soccer injury, like breaks a bone or like tears her ACL, and all the triplets help her through recovery, Love your fics 💗

thank you! i actually really love this fic so i hope it gets some love !!!! it’s pretty long so BUCKLE UP!

“One Step at a Time”

Matt Sturniolo x Daughter!Reader (13)

Triplet Family Fluff / Hurt + Comfort

You’d always been the sporty one—Matt’s little athlete.

Cleats on, hair tied back, shin guards barely strapped before you were sprinting across the field. Matt was at every game, sometimes dragging Chris and Nick with him, screaming louder than anyone else on the sidelines. You lived for it.

Until the day everything stopped.

⸻

It happened fast.

One second, you were chasing down a pass on the turf.

The next—your knee twisted weird, and pain shot through your whole leg. You dropped like a rock, clutching it, sobbing before you even hit the ground.

Matt jumped the fence to get to you. He didn’t care who yelled at him.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay—I’m here,” he whispered, holding your hand tight as tears streamed down your face. “I got you, baby. We’re gonna fix this.”

⸻

Torn ACL.

Three words that flipped your world upside down.

No soccer for months.

Surgery. Crutches. Pain.

And worst of all, that helpless feeling. Like your body betrayed you.

The first week was the hardest. You barely wanted to talk. Your knee was wrapped and elevated, and Matt had to help you with everything. You hated it.

But Matt? He never left your side.

He slept on the floor next to your bed the first few nights. He carried you to the bathroom. He made the other two come over with snacks and movies every day.

⸻

One afternoon, you sat slumped on the couch, hoodie swallowed over your face, a tear streak drying on your cheek.

Chris flopped beside you with a sigh. “Alright. You’ve been moping long enough. I brought cookies. I also brought zero pain meds, because I’m not legally allowed, but I am bringing the vibes.”

You sniffled. “I don’t want vibes.”

Nick sat on the other side. “Too bad. Vibes are mandatory. Plus, you’ve got the cool knee brace now. You’re like a cyborg.”

Chris gasped. “Dude. You’re Robo-Sturniolo.”

You rolled your eyes, but a tiny smile cracked through.

Matt peeked in from the kitchen, seeing it, and smiled to himself. Little victories.

⸻

Recovery was long.

PT sessions. Learning to walk again. Rebuilding trust in your own legs. You had days where you cried. Days where you screamed. Days where you told Matt you wanted to quit soccer forever.

But he never let you give up.

“Look how far you’ve come,” he’d say, rubbing your back while you sobbed in frustration. “You’re stronger than you know, and we’re right here. All three of us. Always.”

Nick made you laugh during stretches, holding your crutches like a sword and pretending to be your knight.

Chris brought you iced coffee after every PT appointment and let you rant.

And Matt—he was your rock. Your biggest cheerleader. Your soft place to land.

⸻

Six months later. You jogged—jogged—onto the field with your brace and a whole stadium of nerves.

The triplets sat in the bleachers, yelling their lungs out. Chris waved a “GO CYBORG GO” sign he made out of printer paper and duct tape. Nick had a vuvuzela. Matt just sat there, eyes glassy, hands over his heart.

You didn’t score that game.

You didn’t even play more than fifteen minutes.

But it was everything.

And after, when you limped off and collapsed into Matt’s arms, sweaty and sore and smiling—he kissed your forehead and whispered:

“I’m so proud of you, baby. You never gave up.”

Absolutely—here’s a follow-up where Matt’s daughter experiences a setback in her recovery. It’s emotional, soft, and full of comfort from the triplets:

⸻

You’d worked so hard.

Six months of PT. Stretching. Strength training. Crying. Fighting.

And finally—finally—you’d made it back to the field.

Your minutes were limited. Your brace still hugged your knee like armor. But you were out there. Running. Kicking. Living again.

Then came that one game.

A weird step on the grass. Your foot slipped. Your balance shifted.

Your stomach dropped.

And just like that—your leg gave out again.

⸻

You didn’t cry right away.

You didn’t want to cry. Not in front of everyone. Not in front of your team.

But Matt was at your side in seconds, crouched beside you on the turf, his eyes searching yours with quiet panic.

“Tell me where it hurts,” he whispered, voice low, calm, steady—like he was trying to keep both of you from breaking.

“My knee,” you choked out. “It—something popped. I didn’t—I didn’t even do anything wrong this time.”

⸻

It wasn’t a full tear.

But it was a setback. A big one.

No soccer for another six weeks. Back to the brace. Back to rest.

It felt like someone pressed rewind on all your progress, and you hated the world for it.

⸻

That night, you sat in your room, hoodie over your head, lights off, and refused to speak to anyone. You ignored Matt’s knock. Chris’s texts. Even Nick’s dumb memes he sent to cheer you up.

You were tired of smiling. Tired of “you’re so strong.”

Tired of pretending this wasn’t destroying you inside.

And then…

The door creaked open.

“Can I sit?” Matt asked softly.

You didn’t say anything. Just shrugged, your eyes still locked on the dark ceiling.

He sat down beside your bed anyway. Not forcing you to talk. Just being there.

“I know you’re mad,” he said gently. “I know you feel like everything you worked for got ripped away again. And you have every right to be upset. But I need you to know something.”

You blinked, throat thick with tears.

“This doesn’t erase anything you’ve done. Every stretch, every step, every time you pushed through when you didn’t want to—none of that disappears because of today. Setbacks suck, but they’re still part of the journey. And you don’t have to go through it alone.”

Your lip trembled, and suddenly the words burst out.

“I feel like a failure, Dad. I’m so tired of being broken.”

Matt’s face crumpled, and he pulled you into his arms without saying a word. You sobbed into his shoulder, and he held you like you were still five years old and scared of the dark.

“You’re not broken, baby,” he whispered into your hair. “You’re healing. And healing isn’t a straight line.”

⸻

The next morning, Chris and Nick barged into your room with a mini “Welcome Back to the Couch” party.

Chris held a tray of your favorite snacks and yelled, “Injury Queen Rises Again!”

Nick made you a playlist called “Songs to Kick ACL’s A**” and played them obnoxiously loud until you laughed through your tears.

Matt just stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching you smile again.

⸻

You’d be okay.

Not today. Maybe not tomorrow.

But soon.

Because healing wasn’t about getting it right the first time.

It was about showing up, over and over again—with your people beside you.

⸻

It had been nearly ten months since the first injury.

Three since the setback.

And now, finally—finally—you were cleared to play without restrictions.

You stood on the sidelines in full uniform, hands on your hips, knee brace gone, nerves crawling under your skin like fire. The coach called your name, and you jogged onto the field to cheering parents, stomping feet, and—of course—the triplets losing their minds in the bleachers.

⸻

Matt was standing, arms crossed, trying so hard to play it cool. But you could see the tears already pooling in his eyes.

Nick was recording. “LET’S GOOOOO!”

Chris held up a massive homemade sign: ‘MY NIECE IS BETTER THAN YOUR WHOLE TEAM.’

(You weren’t even sure how that worked, but it was peak Chris.)

⸻

The whistle blew.

You ran. You passed. You dribbled.

Every step felt like reclaiming a piece of yourself you thought was gone forever.

And then—it happened.

A breakaway.

The ball came to you like it was meant to.

You darted forward, heart hammering, defenders chasing your heels, goalie stepping out—

And with one perfect kick, it soared straight into the net.

Goal.

⸻

The whole field erupted. But all you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat.

You dropped to your knees, overwhelmed. Not from pain this time—but from relief. From joy. From knowing you had done the thing everyone said might take years.

You looked to the sidelines, and there was Matt—full-on crying now, hand over his mouth, eyes locked on you like you were the center of his whole universe.

Chris tackled Nick in celebration.

Nick yelled, “I’M POSTING THIS ON EVERY PLATFORM. SHE’S HIM!!!”

Matt ran onto the field the second the game ended. He didn’t care if it was allowed or not—he scooped you up into a bear hug and spun you around.

“I am so proud of you,” he whispered, voice shaking. “You never gave up. You did it. You did it.”

You buried your face in his shoulder, crying just as hard. “I did it, Dad.”

⸻

That night, they all took you out for ice cream to celebrate.

Matt made a toast with a plastic spoon. “To the strongest girl I know—my daughter. You came back stronger, braver, and somehow even cooler than before.”

Nick added, “To be fair, she was already cooler than all of us.”

Chris grinned. “Speak for yourself, bro. I’m the one who made the sign.”

You laughed, holding your dad’s hand tight under the table.

The road had been long. Painful. Frustrating.

But this moment?

It made every second worth it.

⸻

[yadchi-i-guess]

Nori having a taste for oil was no surprise to Khan. A taste for his oil? Not surprising either. She was his wife, after all. A taste for his oil when she's low on hers? Little more unsettling... but that's still his wife, right?

Fic inspired by this post from @sicksucculentz, fic title from the lyrics of "Control" by Halsey, extra help from @electronix-arts.

Word count: 3,812

Also available on Ao3 here!

"Right there... easy, easy... and stop! Righty-o, lemme weld this bad boy in place..."

Khan clambered up his ladder, welding torch in calloused hand, and he set about reinforcing door two with a thick sheet of iron. Sparks grazed his face like bullets, peppering his arms with small pricks of heat. He vaguely wondered if it was what Nori felt if she stood in the sun (but turned up to 11).

"Brilliant idea of Nori’s, hm?" Khan heard Makrov say to Braxton. His hand nearly slipped as he heard his wife’s name being uttered... or perhaps it was from his bad grip on the torch.

"I'll say," the latter replied. "Them murder drones nearly got through this door a month ago. I'm fairly certain if they went for it again without reinforcement, their claws would've shredded it..."

Khan readjusted his grip, steadying it successfully but struggling to hold it down to the metal. He grit his teeth and felt mysteriously programmed sweat trickling down his face. A small line of text in the corner of his vision read:

HIGH TEMP. REDUCE ACTIVITY LEVEL.

Fortunately, it came up right as he finished fixing the metal to the door."

Well, don't have to worry about that anymore," the WDF leader said breathlessly as he slid down the ladder. "Woof... forgot how much strain welding puts on this old man."

"You good, sir?" Makrov asked, putting the back of his hand against Khan's digitally wrinkled forehead. "You're running a bit hot."

"I'm fine, Makarov," Khan said with a chuckle. "But if my wife was in earshot, you would have your arm severed at best."

"She's pretty, I'd let her do that."

"Hey now, tone it down a little, heh... I know she's a catch, but she's claimed me as her own."

Makrov rolled his optics playfully, muttering something in Russian before turning to Todd, who seemed to be doing something wrong with the wiring; however, that was the least of Khan's concerns when he heard his phone buzzing a storm in his pocket.

Nori: dude where ru??? Thought u said fixing that door would take half an hour at most

Khan: I thought it would. Sorry... we ran into a spot of trouble with finding a welding torch.

Nori: hurry home im booooooooooored

Khan huffed and stuck his phone back in his pocket. He gave a nod to his three cronies as he turned to leave.

"You boys got it from here, yeah?" He said to them as he clicked his tongue. "Wife’s been waiting for me to return home since yesterday."

"O-oh! Well, don't let us keep you waitin' on your kooky beloved," Todd said with a grin. "Later boss!"

"Careful Todd, she might've come and de-limbed you if you said that to her face," Makrov said seriously.

The group behind Khan arose in snorts and giggles, most of which were directed at his murderous wife. He didn't mind. He was used to their playful jeering and pokes of fun at Nori... it mattered about as much as her strange witchy powers: Just a mere obstacle in the way of his unrequited love for her.

Robo-god, just thinking about her was enough to make him a bit dizzy. The way she flustered every time he make an attempt to show affection, whether a tender word or a hand stroking the back of her head. The way she obsessed over her drawing and nonsensical scribbles... shoving them in his face and getting a wide, childish grin on her face when he told her he wanted to know more...

Oh and those fangs.

When Nori let her lips peel back and show every centimeter of those monstrous chompers... he couldn't help but be helplessly enamored by every angle of those glistening, snow-white (and just as blackened) teeth. They were made to bite something, to let Nori sink them into flesh without a second thought...

Khan did find it somewhat odd that she'd always cover her mouth if she caught him staring at her fangs. He wasn't sure why, exactly... perhaps it was an insecurity of hers. He was familiar with those; it took him weeks to convince her that he liked her wings and tail after he accidentally caught her sleeping upside down like those bat creatures humans wrote about in books.

He shrugged to himself and quickened his pace, realizing only now that he really wanted to be with his wife.

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CRUNCH!

The empty corpse that had become Nori’s latest chew toy groaned as its metal structure collapsed under the raw power of her jaw shutting close around it. Her tongue snaked forward, licking the cruor caked on the interior of the outer shell. It came back almost completely empty handed. She groaned, biting down and gnawing at the metal a few more times before yanking a chunk free from the torso.

The metal served as little sustenance for her overheating body. It was food, yes... but metal couldn't extinguish the blazing fire in her stomach.

She'd had much worse instances of being low on oil than this, thankfully... the problem began when her scent receptors became so fine-tuned to the reek of oil that it basically made her a bloodhound for the stuff. Unfortunately, her entire home contained traces of oil everywhere.

She knew it was getting worse when her wings scrabbled and twitched in her back casing. She hissed at it, scratching her back and picking open old scabs.

"Rrrgh... c-cut it out..." she whimpered. "I'll get oil in a bit..."

To be fair, it was probably her fault for not being aware of when she needed more oil. The stuff was getting scarce in a bunker warding off sky demons as people tended to die left and right. Sometimes she could venture outside and vulture off of nearby carcasses the demons left behind.

No time for that now, when her absolute hunk of a husband was coming home imminently.

But almost as if her mind had snapped it into existence, the scent of oil reached her scent receptors... that heavenly smell of the gods that could satisfy her monstrous thirst.

Nori giggled a little, hating herself for doing it as she walked over to the door to go find who had let the restless ravager crawling under her skin take the bait of its next meal.

Oil had a very general but alluring scent... sweet like honey to a bear and addictive like magnesium. But when existing as the lifeblood of a drone, they'd give it extra, unique scents... as Nori approached the door, she smelled more sweet things... gooey marshmallow... the strange but delectable taste of white chocolate.

Then it slamned her right in the face. Both the door and a realization.

"O-Oh robo-god, sorry," Khan stammered, kneeling down to help her up. "I was just excited to see you - you good, Nori?"

She rubbed the spot on her face where the glass had shattered but was reforming against her will, then she looked up.

Why the hell did I tell him to come home?!?! The rapidly declining rational part of Nori’s CPU screamed.

"I-I'm fine, idiot," Nori said shakily, not fighting off Khan giving her a kiss on the cheek. He was so close... so close to the alligator snapping turtle that would lunge at his face for a greedy bite of food.

Bite him... bite him. You know you want to.

Her lips parted shakily, taking her jaw with them and poised to sink into Khan's right cheek... just as he pulled away. She forced a hand over her mouth (which felt like it was locked open) and bit on part of her glove's finger, hoping the demons would cease.

"You good, amethyst...?" Khan asked, tilting his head.

"Y-yeah, you know I don't like you looking at my teeth!" Nori invented, hoping he didn't pick up on the saliva staining her glove.

"Aw hon... you know I don't mind em at all."

Nori shut her eyes as a brilliant violet blush adorned her facescreen, which got a chuckle out of her husband. She hated that he loved it, mostly because of how easily she got flustered by the hunk...

"Ugh! Just fricking bite me!" she spat as she looked up into his pure white eyes... so unknowing of the monster on the brink of insanity standing in front of him... his pungent body a feast to a solver drone... he looked so... good...

Do it do it do it do it to him bite him bite him bite hi-

"Heh... maybe some other time, I'm beat," Khan replied. "However... I'd be up for a go on that boss level of Astro Bot, yeah?"

"H-huh?" Nori stammered. "O-oh yeah. You can totally kick that gorilla's butt today. I-if you want."

She watched him walk off towards the couch to play said game, then delivered a sharp slap to her face, livid with herself.

The amount of things wrong with her was near incomprehensible... the demon housed inside her, forced to be her roommate thanks to those humans, felt bigger than her body. It ached to be free and lure her into maiming Khan like a hungry fiend for a meal.

Demons didn't understand love... it didn't understand she loved the man with all her meaty core. It only understood the need to satisfy bloodlust. She couldn't leave him to go find some food... it'd take too long and she'd come back covered in carnage. Surely he'd know something was wrong.

Maybe she could stave the hunger off for an hour or so while she watched him play... couldn't be that bad.

--------

Nope. It was that bad.

Nori had been watching Khan struggle with the game's first boss for 25 minutes (when she could've pummeled it in two), and due to his growing exhaustion, the odor that his SWEET, MOUTHWATERING oil was giving off had nothing better to do other than maliciously taunt her.

It was right there... driving her insane, waiting smugly for her to strike and lose her mind at it. But she couldn't give in. If she did, who knows what kind of condition her Khan would be in once she regained sense? If he was even there at all?

It wasn't helping that the more she stared at him, the less he looked familiar and recognizable as friend over foe or prey. Nori leaned a little closer, testing the waters ever so cautiously, her eyes reverting to a more feral expression as overheating warnings cycled through on her HUD.

Just a little nip, just a little bite... bite him bite himbitehimbitehim-

Oh, now he was leaning on her. How on Copper-9 could she pull away?? And the reek was so much stronger... so much sweeter... she needed it... needed to crack him open like a can of soda and let his insides gush into her mouth-

"Rrrrrgh... c'mon, I'm RIGHT there at the end, and this thing has the audacity to knock me off the platform?!" Khan grumbled, lightly bonking his head on Nori’s to cheer himself up.

"O-oh... w-well yo-ou can let m-me t-try...?" Nori added, her voice strained from wanting to elicit growls and giggles.

BitehimbitehimbitehimbiteHIMBITEHIMBITEHIM-

"Nah... I'm gonna get it this time!" Khan said with reinvigorated determination. "...say, you look like you wanna give me attention, amethyst.

"That got some sense wedged back in Nori’s head. Her eyes relented from their crazed, hungry beast look, and she sat up on her knees. Angered that she had resisted giving in, the demon made her fingers jittery and tap her knee caps.

"...w-whatcha mean?"

"Well... I just figured you'd like to give your old man a kiss."

...oh no, squeaked the last shreds of Nori’s sensibility.

He had said it. The thing that Nori was dreading would set the monster free. And push her into the backseat of her mind.

A giggle melded with the hint of a sob bubbled in her throat, her violet eyes wiped off to make space for the tri-pronged symbol. An unrefined form of death's X but arguably more dangerous, as it resided not within the visible enemy.

He leaned towards her, offering his cheek for a kiss, which she took all too gladly. Her bared fangs closed the gap between them and latched onto his flesh, puncturing it open. She heard a yell reach her audio receptors from somewhere, but that wasn't important.

What was important was that sweet ambrosia... it was hers. All hers to feast on!

Oil trickled out of the punctures like a dribble of saliva from a starving solver drone. She sucked on his cheek like a vampire bat. A twisted idea of a lover's kiss.

The screams faded in volume, but they wouldn't go away.She felt fingers firmly grasp her molars, but before she could chew them up into a snack, they frantically pried her fangs off of her catch. She snarled, unafraid of shoving teeth in her target's face, and only vaguely aware of the fleshy weight on her back.

BITEHIMBITEHIMHUNGRYBITEHIMBITEHIMBITEHIMBITEHIM-!

She listened to the demons, lunging forward again and hitting a jackpot. She had hit a spot with much more surface area.

More blood for the blood god.

Her jaw connected with her vampiric upper fangs, cooperating to rip off a piece of flesh. A stream of oil spurted in her face like a hose, earning a giggle of delight. She clamped down on the area again, taking whatever godly nectar was bleeding out of this diety and sucking it into the vacuum of her throat.

Why hadn't she bitten him earlier? What logical thought had restrained her for so long from his oil? Her mind, driven mad to the point of sadism made it taste even sweeter. She dug her claws a little further into his back and side, excited by the scent of more spots to sink her fangs into.

Nori's tongue flicked around on the deep bite marks, lapping up excess ambrosia that had trickled out of his shoulder. Even without her teeth hooked into his flesh, he seemed awfully still...

Too still, for her liking.

"Y-you done...?" A gravelly yet clear voice croaked.

It wiped the tri-pronged symbol off her face faster than any crucifix ever would.

She glanced up, holding onto whatever shred of denial as tightly as she held the man, praying it wasn't him that she preyed on.

Yet she couldn't mistake that tooth white glint in his concerned, pained eyes.

Nori wrenched her fangs out of Khan's shoulder with a shuddering cry, her tongue involuntarily licking at whatever stained her canines and incisors. Her panicked breath came short and sharp. Khan said something, but her mind was too overwhelmed with the fact she had bitten him- no, shredded his shoulder - to make his words coherent.

She could still see oil leaking out and staining his jacket. It tempted her like she hadn't had a sip in days. Khan's arm reached forward, baiting the demons to come out again. She slapped it away hastily. She didn't need more, she was fine...

She just wanted more.

"G-get AWAY from me!" Nori choked behind her hands, trying to choke out what she had swallowed.

"Nori... I-I'm OK..." Khan insisted. "J-just a little tired..."

No, he was more than tired. He was hurt, bleeding, nearing the brink of death from one wound his own monster of a wife inflicted.

She slapped his hand away, forcing distance between herself and what remained of his oil. The odor still reeked and wafted around her, trying to draw her back into biting him again. She blew it away by drawing her wings around herself and forcing her head down.

"Please..." Khan stuttered. "Stop. You're scaring me...-"

"And maybe I SHOULD!" Nori blurted, hoping her face for a soon regretted moment as she bared her fangs at Khan again.

Her core sank with his face as he relented, never having looked more pitiful.

The solver drone ignored the last of his pleas, and as she stumbled backwards to hide the monster in worker drone metal from her own love, she finally let the stupidly, STUPIDLY coded tears run down her face. Her choking resumed, hoping to undo what'd she done.

Biting him was fun, wasn't it 002? Heehehee... you should do it again sometime.

The mere thought brought both drool and sobs to her face as she compressed herself in a corner of the bathroom.

--------

Saying Khan was worried sick would be a disgusting understatement.

Though maybe not as disgusting as his injuries.

According to the medic drone, who immediately deicded by the impatient glare on Khan's face that he shouldn't ask too many questions, he had sustained life-threatening but repairable damage. His right cheek had deep incisions that nearly punctured the skin. Once the last of the oil had been cleared away, the wounds presented themselves as cluttered together and only needed a few bandages.

There was the more pressing matter of his shoulder, which was still letting out the occasional spurt of oil. Khan at this point felt too lightheaded to pay much attention to what the medic was saying. All he caught was the fact that whatever (or whoever) hurt him was lucky to have not torn into more wires.

One transfusion and patching later, and Khan's oil-deprived CPU began to wake up from its brief slumber. The images had burned into his optics... his wife, more crazed and unhinged then usual (which kinda explained why she was acting funny while he played Astro Bot), had sucked him almost dry of oil.

Well maybe not almost, but 30% oil is less than half, so close enough.

He'd never been too concerned about her thirst for oil... for one thing, she was pretty good about keeping it in check, so he never knew what she was like when she was hungry.

...well now that he thought about it, being bitten and allowed to live was kinda... hot.

He gave a blunt thanks to the medic, then hurried home once more, breaking into a jog moments after he was sure no one in the halls was watching him. Though his momentum diminished completely once he reached home.

Khan poked his head in slowly, praying Nori hadn't come out of her hiding spot and was in prime position to be spooked. Luckily, the only sign of her around was a faint, muffled singing from the bedroom.

"...nd I couldn't stand.. the person inside me, I turned all them mirrors around..."

The singing hushed immediately when a nahk nahk nahk interrupted the melody.

"...hey," Khan muttered softly. "Can I come in?"

There was an uncomfortably long silence, followed by a shaky whimper as the door clicked.

The WDF leader held back a wince as he entered. Nori, a utter mess in drone form, was crumpled up on the bed (the sheets were far beyond repair). Her fleshy, bat-like wings shielded her from the outside world, and her tail lashed at threats daring to come close, though it recoiled in fear as Khan walked by it. It snapped in warning, he ignored it.

"Nori?" He whispered. "Can I see my wife?"

"I-I'm not your wife," Nori spat, her tone spiked with agitation. "...I'm your freakshow."

"What makes you say that?"

"How bad is your memory? You act like I didn't just s-sink my teeth into y-your... y-"

"It's fine... I got all patched up. It's like nothing happened. I'm just a bit tired now."Nori moved one of her wings out of the way and pulled her headphones off, looking at Khan in angered disbelief.

"W-why..." she stammered, her voice cracking. "Why are you so damn calm about this...? I-I literally ripped apart your shoulder a-and your cheek and clawed your back... and I enjoyed it! And I WANT to bite you agai-"

"And I'd let you," Khan interjected calmly.

Blush crept up on Nori’s face like it had been stalking her, though disappeared the moment Khan noticed it. The latter sat on the small sliver of bed that his wife hadn't claimed with her wings.

He slipped his hand on the underside of her wing, thumbing the scratched, flesh-coated bone and letting his finger run down what he could reach. To his surprise, Nori sat up a little, letting him scoot in closer.

So he did, letting her wrap her arms around his waist and rest her head on his chest. It was heart-wrenching, seeing his cocky, weird wife cling like a child to the hope that, despite everything... it was her. And not a berserk monster masquerading as her.

"You should be scared of me," Nori sniffled.

"I'm not... you know that," Khan mumbled as he combed her hair with his fingers and ran them down her fleshed-out back.

"Tell me why."

"...Love, I'm OK with being hurt badly. I don't mind it... it's basically a necessity in the WDF. So when my beautiful, strangely hot wife feels a little bitey, I'd be a fool to stop her."

Khan held Nori’s face up to his own, brushing hair out her face with tender gentleness. Her lips parted, probably from awe, and he tried hard not to react as he saw her fangs.

Nori didn't seem to realize her mouth was open, allowing her husband to stare in awe at her teeth. They'd been licked clean several times over to wipe any linger of his oil, but it had the adverse effect of looking polished and new... able to prick a finger before the drone even feels the tip of the tooth.

"Robo-god..." Khan muttered breathlessly, grinning a little at the sight of his wife panicking inside. "You're gorgeous, Nori. I could never be scared of you. Not your fangs... not your wings or tail... not your robot-vampire tendencies..."

He hoisted her up a little by the armpits, bringing her audio processor and his mouth together. Her claws gripped his shoulders, just enough to brace herself.

"I love every part of you, amethyst." He whispered.

"...g-good robo-lord," Nori replied with a choked laugh, hiding tears of pure joy. "You're so sappy it makes you look stupid."

"Well I just think my wife deserves more love than she thinks. And then some."

Khan let himself be hugged a little tighter, leaning back as Nori nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck. Her body felt less tense than it had been in days, flinching only at the occasional massage of her back.

He then felt a little scratching at base of his neck. It made him raise his eyebrows for a moment, before he grinned almost as widely as his wife.

"Hey Nori...?"

"Mh...?"

"...What'd I taste like?"

For the next 15 minutes, Khan was refused an answer as Nori had curling up into a heated ball of embarrassment, inflicted by his charm sweet as his oil.

The end! <33333 Some extra things for extra context...

- Several lines of dialogue, as well as the title, come from the song "Control" by Halsey. This was also what Nori was listening to and singing.

- I have a headcanon that drones nickname their partners after beautiful things (like gemstones or flowers) associated with their optic colors. Khan calls Nori "Amethyst", and Nori would call him "Diamond" if she felt sappy.

- A few parts of the story were run by electronix-arts, then toned down because they didn't fit Khan.

- The knocking onomatopoeia is Khan's name backward. His name is LITERALLY a door pun. Creds to @mileymint for saying this.

I've considered doing a version with Yeva and her husband... it wouldn't be like this one, since I imagine he knows she's like a robo-vampire, but I'm open to your thoughts :]

[velvet4510]

Vision & Billy’s relationship is massively underrated and it just means so much to me. Vision came up with the name Billy and insisted on it, in honor of William Shakespeare, meaning Billy is short for William and so that is still his true name. Even when Billy was not yet born, Vision said to him, “I can’t wait to meet you, little Billy!” and (correctly) declared that Billy would be perfect if he was anything like his mother. Billy was the only twin whose birth Vision was present to witness. Vision read The Descent of Man to try to make newborn Billy stop crying. Billy’s first word after aging himself up to 5 was “Daddy?” and then Vision immediately gathered him into a hug, calling him “baby” in the most tender voice. Billy is intelligent, thoughtful, and observant like his dad. Billy’s powers manifested at the moment that Vision was in trouble, and his first telepathic vision was the sound of his dad’s screams and the sight of him falling apart, and he sensed his dad’s pain, and pleaded for him to be saved. Billy ran directly into Vision’s arms after they survived S.W.O.R.D.’s ambush. Billy buried his face in Vision’s embrace to hide from the sight of his mom getting hurt. Just like Vision, even when his existence was technically only 3 years old, he matured quickly and fell in love, to the deep level of wanting to be as honest and open with his boyfriend as his dad was with his mom. And even in a brand-new life with no memories of Vision, Billy is a fast learner (fitting for the son of an android with a computer brain), becoming in just 3 years a skilled-enough magician to break his own mom’s spell and to surpass the level of literally centuries-old witches, and managing to piece together his true identity AND the truth about the Road from mere fragments of clues. Even now, Billy still shares Vision’s high capacity for learning and understanding, and the first memory of the Hex that returns to him is Vision telling him that he’s proud of him. And his Wiccan costume includes an echo of the design of Vision’s cape. Now Billy’s got Jeff as a father too, and Jeff is awesome, but Billy’s name, sharp brains, keen eyes, and romantic heart all come from his Robo-Papa, who may not be related to him in terms of normal DNA, but is still his Dad all the same.

[catboymoments]

I love Nagito Komaeda so much I’m not afraid to admit it. He’s so iconic and so gorgeous to me. I wanted to draw him just existing as a more realistic amputee n practice the features with his face im goin for. Like he’s effeminate yes but still masc and broad and tall

also I get that it’s danganronpa so you can fudge the technology a little but the magical perfect replacement prosthetic trope has always bothered me a bit. Like Fuyuhiko doesn’t get a replacement robo eye, whys Nagito gotta have The Arm??? I like seeing him get around just fine without one :]

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Your robin and franky fic was chefs kiss but would you be willing to write some solo franky?? Im really into water 7 franky and would love to see what you’d come up with !!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING FOR THIS! YALL I promise you any time anyone requests a Franky fic I WILL BE WRITING THAT SHIT. This is my dream man and no one gives me enough opportunities to write for him! So, I'm sorry I turned this into a smutty nightmare if you wanted fluff... I just need to service the Fellow Franky Fuckers out there.

Pairing: (pre timeskip) Cyborg Franky x Fem!Reader

WC: 2800

Taglist: @generaldaij0bu you might need to see this

Summary: The Sunny malfunctioning is driving you up a wall. You make a request for repairs and end up getting way more than you bargained for in the workshop.

TWs: ROBO-BONING, BABES! P in V sex, unprotected sex (pls don't) sex toy use, forced orgasm, safe words, light bdsm, communication is key and Franky respects it so hard and he's so hot for it, very much dirty talk...

Too Hot (+18)

— — 

It was hot. 

The sun beat down on the Sunny all day and the unwavering heat was barely dispelled after sunset due to the humidity. You lay sprawled on the deck next to Usopp and Chopper, groaning in the unbearable heat. 

“I think I’ll die here…” Chopper groans with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. 

“I can’t believe I’m going to burn to death after all the horrible monster’s I’ve fought… it’s not fair!” Usopp moans and wipes his brow. 

“Just throw me overboard at this point.” You sigh. 

“But don’t you have devil fruit-“

“I DON’T CARE THROW ME OVER!” You screech at Usopp. 

Before you could murder the cowardly sniped in a fit of heat-induced rage, Sanji steps through the door to the deck from the galley. 

“Okay everyone, dinner’s on. Air con works fine in here.” Sanji calls from the doorway. 

You push Usopp and Chopper behind you as you spring to your feet and sprint towards the galley. 

After entering the swinging door, the cool air hits you like stepping through a cascading waterfall. You sigh in relief. Your bliss was furthered when you see bowls of cool gazpacho at each place setting on the dining room table. 

“Thank gods…” You grumble as you hop onto the bench and start eating. The cold soup alleviated your discomfort from the inside out and you couldn’t help but groan in content. 

“Relax, it’s just soup.” Zoro puts his bowl down next to you and gives you a concerned look. 

“Oh I’m sorry swords-for-brains, did you not notice it’s a billion and five degrees outside?” You scowl at the swordsman seated next to you at the table. 

“Who cares?! This soup is great!” Luffy chimes in and extends his rubbery arms to grab every bowl that wasn’t licked clean and shovels them down his gullet. 

You sigh. 

“Nami please tell me this heat wave will be over soon. I’m getting crows feet ON my crows feet from this sun.” You turn towards your friend and navigator. 

“I wish I had better news but it’ll be at least a few more days before there’s any relief in temperature. We’re just going to have to stay in the shade and inside where the air is working. You’re tough, y/n, you can handle it.” Nami states as she sips from her bowl of cold soup. 

You roll your eyes. 

The dishes were promptly slurped clean by your captain and Sanji cleared the table. The blaring rays of the sun had exhausted so you so you decided to take a shower and head to bed. 

After taking a cool shower, you throw on a t shirt and shorts over your panties and sports bra and lay on top of the covers of your bed. 

“Gods it’s almost like it’s hotter in here than it is out there!” You say to yourself as you lay in bed, sweat soaking through your pillow. You decide to hop up and check if the air conditioning was working. You walk over to the vent in the corner of your room and press your hands against it. HOT air was spewing out from the grate in your room. You walk backwards and fall back onto the bed. 

“Fuck.” You throw your shirt over your head and slip your shorts off and flop back onto the bed. Sweat drips from your chin down your neck to your chest. 

*whoooosh*

Hot air was being pushed out harsher and faster through the grate in the corner of your room. The temperature continued to rise and your sweat soaked through your top sheet. 

“I’m not living like this!” You shout in frustration as you push your way out of your room, without bothering to throw your clothes back on. You head down into the belly of the ship in your underwear. Upon reaching the door you were looking for, you slam it open without knocking.

“FRANKY!!!!!” You yell angrily. 

“Jeez, y/n where’s the fire? I could have been naked in here!” Franky pushes his sunglasses back on his head as he turns towards you from his work bench. 

“You’re always naked!!! Also, more importantly, why is the HEAT ON in my bedroom?! Are you trying to cook me like a rotisserie chicken?!” You pant out, still very sweaty. 

“Oh that’s no good… I’ll have to go check the generators.” Franky rises to his feet, towering over you. “Sorry you were so uncomfortable, little lady. I’ll get this sorted out super quickly. Why don’t you get some shut eye in my bed for awhile? It’s still nice and cool down here.” He gestures to his bed in the corner of the room while he grabs his toolbox. 

You sigh. 

“Honestly that would be great, I feel like I’ve been in an oven all day.” You walk over to Franky’s bed and flop down on your back. Being this deep in the ship, there were no windows on the walls, but you were so sweaty and tired you didn’t care. 

“Alright well I’m gonna go fix this for ya, try and get some rest. Your room will be back to super condition in no time!” Franky leaves and you settle into the pillows and close your eyes. The sweat covering your body began to dry and you were finally comfortable again. You find yourself relaxing into Franky’s bed, smelling slightly of cola and motor oil, and drifting off into a light sleep. 

You wake up to the door of the bedroom closing and you snap your head up. 

“Woah, what do we have here?” You hear Franky’s booming voice as you rub the brief sleep from your eyes. It must have still been late at night. 

“Some dream ya must have been having, huh?” Franky stands above the bed and nods towards your spread thighs. You look down at where he was gesturing and notice a huge soaked patch in your pink panties. It was at this moment you notice the wanton ache in your core and abdomen… you must have been having a very wet dream and were awoken before you got to the good part. You instinctively slam your thighs shut in embarrassment and cover your face with your hands. 

“Look at you, so shy but dripping all over my sheets?” Franky continues with a smile, noticing your bashfulness. 

“I-I’m sorry I-“ You stutter and try to explain yourself. 

“It’s okay sweet thing! It’s totally normal. Looks like you’re pretty pent up, huh? I can fix that for ya, if you’re interested.” 

“I.. I mean that would be nice I guess…” You pull your hands away from your face hesitantly. 

“Aaaoooww!! That’s what I wanted to hear! Let’s get started then!” Franky grins and leans down to grab something from underneath his bed. He retrieves a large metal box and pops open the lid. 

“Hmmm let’s see… Some of these… definitely this…” Your robot whispers to himself as he roots around in the large chest. He rises and brings a pile of items out and flops them onto the bed. These were things you’ve never seen before, so your eyes were darting from chain to leather to silicone you had no idea what to focus on. 

“Take that bra off for me baby, I wanna ask ya some things before we get started.” Franky grabs the hem of your panties and gently tugs them down your legs.

You did as you were told and unclasped your bra, tossing it to the side and leaning back again. Franky softly sets your panties down on his bedside table and remarks, 

“I’m keepin’ these.” 

Your body shudders when you hear the sinister tone in his voice.

“Ok doll, now tell me…” Franky traces his hands up and down your thighs, parting them in the process. “How do you like it? I can edge you for an hour or so… or you could cum until you cry… any preference?” Frankly asks casually as he organizes the objects he had turned over onto the bed. 

“I, um…” You were young, not a virgin but not very experienced. This man was almost 10 years older than you, how were you supposed to know what you wanted from him?

“I… I wanna cum… I think…” You eventually squeak out. 

“Ok babydoll, good choice. Can ya promise me you’ll say ‘red’ if you want to stop?” Franky cups your jaw and makes sure you’re looking into his eyes above you. You nod. “No no, tell me you will.”

“I will say it, I’ll say red. I can do it.” You breath out, so ready for him to please you already. You rub your thighs together. 

“And you’ll tell me if there’s anything ya don’t like, hm?”

“Yes of course I promise!” You groan out, impatient to feel Franky’s touch on your skin. 

“Super! I’m going to put you in a spreader bar now, sweet cheeks, so you can’t close your legs on me. It’ll just go around your legs like this…” Franky explains to you methodically as he straps your legs into the homemade device. You tentatively try to close your thighs to see how effective the bar was… and it certainly did its job. 

“OK and these are gonna squeeze your nipples, just like this…” Franky gently attaches the nipple clamps onto your sensitive buds. 

“Oh!!” You cry out as he tightens the screws on them. Franky pulls back and admires his handiwork. You were laid out on his bed, metal clasps squeezing your nipples, causing you to writhe against the spreader bar forcefully separating your legs. 

“Fucking perfect. If you want I can gag you, too…” Franky approaches you with a ball gag in hand. 

“Wait, no. I don’t want that.” You state clearly, even through your lust filled haze. Franky grins down at you. 

“Gods, you’re so fucking hot when you tell me what you want baby. Good idea sweetie, that way everyone can hear how good I’m gonna make you feel.” Franky squeezes your breast, eliciting a whine from your lips. He moves to grab something from the foot of the bed. It a large long, black, wand like device. 

“Spread them for me, I wanna see that cute little pussy.” Franky grabbed one of your knees and pushed it open. 

“I didn’t shave…” You try to cover your face with your arm so you didn’t have to see Franky’s eyes on your most intimate bits. 

“Good! Smells much better like this…” He takes a deep inhale. 

“Fuck,” You sigh out. “You really are a fucking pervert- OH!” The device Franky was pressing against your sex suddenly sprung to life and vibrated against your clit. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced in your life and your stomach tenses immediately. 

“Wait- fuck, Franky! Wait holy shit, wait- ah!” You scream as your orgasm sneaks up on you and takes you out like an assassin. You legs give out and flop against the bed. Franky removes the toy and cups your sex with his free hand. He feels your hole still gently pulsing against his palm.

“Oh poor baby, ya really are wound tight…” Franky coos down at you from your side. “We’re gonna need a lot more of those before you’re ready for me..” He removes his hand and returns the vibrator to your sex. You cry out as he drags it through your wet folds at the lowest intensity. He eventually keeps it at your clit and increases the vibrations. 

You squirm and moan. 

“Hey,” Franky scolds as he pulls on the chain between your nipple clamps, causing you to moan louder. “Don’t fight it, doll face… just cum, I know you’re there again…” He presses the device harder into your flesh and you crash over the edge again. This time it was even more intense, spasms continuing long after the euphoria ended. 

“Franky… It’s so much…” You whine as he leaves the vibrator pressed against your sex even after you’ve cum for a second time. 

“You can take it. I know you can. You know what to say to get me to stop…” Franky meets your gaze and raises an eyebrow. 

You pull your thighs closed to escape the sensation but the bar prevents you from doing so. 

“Come on baby, one more like this, I know you can…” Franky increases the speed of the vibrator. 

“Shit! I can’t!” You arch your back away from the stimulation. 

“Then say it, sweetheart.” Franky increases the speed again. 

“Fuck! I’m- I’m cumming!” You cry out and violently lurch forward on the bed. You grab Franky’s forearm and sob in pleasure. You hear the buzzing of the machine stop and your spasms start to slow down. 

“Think you can take me now, sweet thing?” You are broken from your post orgasm trance by your cyborg lover slipping off the only piece of clothing he had on, his red swim briefs. 

“Mmmhmmm….” You seductively whisper as you roll onto your stomach and push you ass backwards with your knees, exposing your puffy, red wet hole to him. 

“So ready for me, what a good girl.” Franky coos as he strokes down your back bone. “I’m gonna fuck you now, take a deep breath…” 

“SHIT!” You cry out as Franky’s enormous cockhead breaches your hole. You were wildly wet and open after 3 orgasms, but his sheer size was causing your insides to stretch beyond compare. 

“Its- ah” *sniff* *hiccup* “It’s so big, Frank! Ah!” *sniff* 

“I know sweetheart, it’s a lot at first, but you gotta relax and let me fuck you. You gotta open up more baby..” Franky leans forward and places kisses on your shoulder blades. He feels you lessen your grip around him and he pushes in further. “Gooood girl… stretching so nice for me…” He finally pulls back out and shoves himself into you again. 

“Oh!” You cry out in surprise. You continue to yelp helplessly as your powerful cyborg lover drilled into you from behind. 

“Yes there it is mama, cum on this dick. Feels good, huh?” Franky has the audacity to laugh as he hammers into your G-spot. 

You were involuntarily pushed over the edge and sent screaming into yet another orgasm. You sob and Franky uses his massive strength to flip you over onto your back. He enters you again and you moan out in overstimulation. 

“Come on, one more doll, bet you can squirt on me…” Franky thrusts into you from above, holding your hips into his at the perfect angle to hit your spot. 

“No, I- I can’t” You pant out breathlessly, knowing this is something you aren’t capable of. 

“Yes you can baby, come on just try it for me.” Franky pulls back and places one hand on your stomach and the other on your clit. He begins to rub circles into your sensitive nub and applies deep pressure to your lower abdomen, all while thrusting deeply into you with his cock. You snap for the nth time that evening and tears spill from your lash line as your hips spasm in pleasure. You feel different, like some sort of physical release in your bottom half deeper than the normal climax. You look up after catching your breath and see that your fluids had soaked both the bed and your lover’s abdomen and thighs. 

“Hnnnnhhhh” You whine and weep in overestimation. “It’s too much, Frank, please!” You cry out and claw at your cyborg’s back. 

“Almost there mama, take it for me…” Franky rasps into your ear as he reaches his own climax, huge cock buried deep against your cervix. The loudest moan you’ve ever heard reaches your ears and you toss your head back into the pillows. The both of your whine as Franky carefully removes himself from your body. 

You lay there in a daze and didn’t even notice that your lover had left until he returned with a warm towel to dab at your swollen, messy sex. You twitch involuntarily as he cleans your sensitive bits. He unlocks your legs from their hold in the bar and gently pulls the clamps off your nipples, soothing them with the wet cloth.

“You room should be cooled off by now, glad I could occupy your time until the repairs kicked in.” Franky helps you snap your bra back on behind your back. 

“Thanks for the help, and thanks for the distraction.” You reach up and grip Franky’s jaw to kiss it. You slide off the bed bend down to grab something. You hold the worn red pair of swim briefs up to your face. 

“I’m keepin’ these.” You giggle and bolt out of the room with Franky’s bikini. 

“HEY! Those are my only red ones! This is not very super of you!”

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Xx 

[adripakoffee]

Okay, fun fact about me, I have chronic pain in my chest from when I fell and (most likely) fractured one of my ribs in the 6th grade. I never told my parents how much it actually hurt so I never went to the doctor. This, combined with some other undiagnosed physical problems, has left me with quite a lot of really painful pain in my chest and arms.

Now because I haven't been officially diagnosed with anything, I'm not gonna pretend I have any authority here, but here's some Viktor headcanons based on personal experience.

Viktor from Arcane has chronic pain, just all over his body because his tissue is calcifying and turning into bone. But today I'm focusing on his chest. Viktor has lung problems, most likely from when he was living in Zaun and inhaling Grey 24/7. That's our basis.

S2 SPOILERS IN THE LAST ONE

Until he figured out the cause he has flare-ups often from under-activity. It wasn't as much of a problem when he was in the Undercity because he spent more time moving around, but once he joined the Academy he spent all day at a desk. Once he figured it out, he spent more time moving around.

Singed also has chronic pain but didn't care enough to teach him about it. But Viktor's smart, he put two and two together really fast and copied a lot of Singed's methods and home remedies.

Some times he tries to redistribute the pain by pinching the opposite side of his body or biting his finger.

Whatever's wrong with his lungs went undiagnosed until he collapsed in season 1, everyone thought it was the bone thing.

He gets tremors occasionally in his left hand, which isn't his dominant one, but still inconvenient.

When Jayce found out he got really weird about it. Not because he thought less of Viktor, but because his love language is physical touch and he was trying to make sure he didn't accidentally hurt him or something. It took Viktor like a week of reassurance to get him back to normal.

Gets awful migraines that can last all day. Usually, taking one above the recommended dosage of migraine medication and laying face down helps.

Heimerdinger told him to keep a journal of anything notable for himself and the doctors to keep track of, but Viktor's so used to letting things pass that he constantly forgets to update it.

If the Hexcore didn't literally steal his emotions, he would've freaked out over how weird it felt to just be... fine. Like nothing hurts anymore wtf is happening

"He just like me fr," I say as I press my face against the TV and sob over robo jesus

[jujutsukgojo]

The Baby Project: Chapter Six

Izuku Midoriya x reader

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Summary: Noa is having trouble learning how to use the potty.

tw: pee (it's potty training), fluff, angst, inequality, panic attack(ish). I have decided to not include summer vacation. It was an accident

You are trying to finish this month’s report. Noa, now that he’s two, he is getting into everything. Luckily, Izuku seems to be a professional at handling that where you were only seconds away from finishing wrapping him in duct tape which Izuku had a fit about. 

The two boys roll around on the floor. Izuku lifts Noa in the air by his feet. Noa’s arms reach to Izuku. Lately, you can't really face him after that whole dream thing. You even touch your lips when he looks into your eyes. Everything since then has been hazy. Almost as if the boundaries and walls between you have bent since he kissed you in his dream. Thinking about it now makes you tingly, even when he’s playing ‘airplane’ with Noa. 

Noa’s lullaby rings when he yawns. “Come on Noa, let’s take a nap.” 

Noa’s eyebrows furrow and his small mouth parts in shock. If his hands weren’t in Izuku’s, he’d clutch his chest, appalled by Papa’s ‘suggestion’.

“No!” Izuku lowers him. “Noa, it’s alright. We’ll play right-”

“No!” The toddler kicks his feet in protest. “Play!” He tries his hardest to climb on Izuku to do another airplane. Unfortunately for him, Papa isn’t having it. 

While those two go at it, you sign your name at the top of the paper of your homework. Luckily, Izuku had already finished his homework so he decided to play with Noa as you try to catch up on yours. It’s been a struggle to juggle a toddler and school, especially since Snipe decided that the class was late in an academic sense. Secretly, the late ‘study sessions’ with the rest of your classmates take time too. 

“Do I need to intervene?” You ask Izuku as he picks Noa up and places him on the couch. “No, I got it, right Noa?”

Noa continues to throw a fit, repeating how he’s a big boy and that he isn’t sleepy. He jumps down and attempts to run away until his eyes get droopy and are blinking slowly. “I’m not…no-” He yawns. Finally, he stops fighting and goes into Izuku’s awaiting arms. His papa scoops him up and sits on the couch. Following his little robo-son, Izuku yawns as well.

“Take a nap, Izuku. We’re not going anywhere.” Lately, he’s been comfortable sleeping around you. 

“I’ll be fine.” He blinks rapidly, clearly trying to stay awake. Obviously, Noa is taking after Izuku in that area. You sigh and walk over to him with the unfinished book in your hand. “Here, if I read to you again, will you sleep?”

“That fairytale? I like that one,” He has a soft smile. His freckled cheeks and kind eyes make the obvious scar fade in comparison to his boyish look. “Mm, I love it, actually. Read it for me again?”

He can’t remember, right? You never looked into your quirk and only know its basics. What if he remembers?

You try to seem cool despite the possibility of him remembering you in his dream looming over your head. You sit next to him and begin to read. 

“Is something different?”

You stop reading. “What do you mean?”

Izuku shrugs his broad shoulders. “You’ve been acting differently. Like something is wrong. Are you okay?”

You can’t tell him the truth. “Uh, teenage feelings.”

“I understand,” He scoots closer to you. “If it becomes something, will you tell me?”

You nod. Sometimes you forget that he’s a teenager, too. A teenager who saved the world at like, fifteen or sixteen, and fought the greatest evil the world has ever seen. You bite your lip and smack him lightly. “Want me to continue?”

With a closed lipped smile and warmth in his eyes, he settles on the couch. “Of course.”

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Izuku isn't having a nightmare. In fact, he seems to be entirely peaceful and content. Maybe the dream affected him because he has gotten bolder with you. For instance, he's laying his head on your lap as he sleeps. Noa, of course, sleeps on Izuku’s chest.

Is this really Izuku? He couldn't even say your name now he’s sleeping on you like it is the most natural thing. The man in question jolts from a snore. You roll your eyes and play with his hair. The world doesn't matter right now as you look down at his peaceful face. Since the target audience is asleep, you don't continue to read. You’ll finish it later, especially since it happens to be Noa’s favorite. 

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“Okay, okay! I’ll watch your stupid movie. It better be good.” You take a bite of the chicken. Noa grabs a piece and claps his hands. “Happy!”

“You like that little man?” Noa takes another and hums. Hitoshi of all people comes to sit at the partially full table. There aren’t that many hero students right now, so it is a bit of a surprise. According to Ema, the exams they had were pretty tough so some of them are still doing it.

“You failed?” Hitoshi throws a fry at you. Noa, also known as The Vacuum or Bottomless Pit, picks it up and eats it. “I passed, thank you very much. What’re you doing?”

“Eating.”

He scoffs. “No shit. I mean how’ve you been, what's been going on lately.” Ema observes the two of you like a television show. She clears her throat before you can continue with Hitoshi.

“Anyway, we were talking about Grease.”

“Figures.”

“Excuse me?” Ema straightens up. He points his chopsticks in your direction. “Figured you’d be into cheesy shit like that.”

Ema gasps as if she's been struck. “Cheesy?!” You touch Ema’s arm. “Honey, you need to breathe.”

Hitoshi raises his brows. “What? Princess over there doesn’t like it?”

“She’s never seen the classic. Have you?” Ema crosses her arms and moves her fingers, glaring at Hitoshi. “Saw it, it was shit.”

“Uncultured swine! How could you no-”

“I take it back. She’s the princess,” Hitoshi’s eyes connect with yours. “You’re just a brat.”

Ema stops her rampage. “He’s got that right.” You separate yourself from the table. The audacity of these bitches. They can only be saved if they admit that you are a goddess. “I know good and damn well-”

“I am a princess and you,” She looks you up and down. Hitoshi finishes her thought after he swallows. “A temperamental brat.”

The disrespect at the table is insane. You grip the edge of the table. “Bitch-”

“Hi, Shinsou!” Izuku waves from across the room until he sees you. He jogs to you with a big smile on his face. He softly touches your upper back. You let go of the table and ask him, “Did you pass?”

“Yep! Close call though. This exam was harder than I thought it’d be.”

Hitoshi nods and goes to grab another bite. “Got that right. Teachers were brutal this time.” Hitoshi shoves it in his mouth. He looks down at Kenji who’s looking healthier since you last saw him. Clearly, Hitoshi’s been taking care of him well. 

“I’m gonna get something to eat, I’ll be right back.”

Hitoshi’s purple eyes flicker back up to you. “Did he like his cake?”

You forgot about that shit. “You asshole. His favorite is chocolate, not strawberry.”

“Strawberry shortcake. There’s a difference.” He corrects. Ema looks at the two of you confused. You point to the purple haired freak. “He told me Izuku’s favorite cake was strawberry shortcake and it’s not. Betcha five that it’s yours.”

He gives a devious smile. “Got it. Lovely cake by the way if you don’t count the burns.”

You smack your hands on the table. “There were no burns! The stove burned. Not the cake.”

“You tried to burn the house down?!” Ema’s eyebrows raise. You shake your head. “No, Noa messed with the knobs-”

“Why was he near fire?” Izuku’s broad frame comes into view. “He was helping with the cake-”

Little Kenji starts to cry. “Shit-”

You groan and reach for the baby. “Here, like this.” 

Hitoshi gets the hold right. “You’re welcome.” 

He nods and sucks in his lips. Hitoshi looks down at the table. “Thanks for everything, (Y/n).”

Izuku swallows his food. “For what?” Ah, you didn’t tell him that Hitoshi messed up his cake and that you helped him with Little Ken. It’s not like you have much to hide about it. 

“She helped me with Little Kenji-”

“Who?” You look at Izuku from the corner of your eye. He is rigid and stiff. “She named him Kenji since my partner hasn’t told me the name. I don’t even think they have the certificate.”

“Kenji? As in Ken?”

Hitoshi looks around the table. “Yeah.”

Izuku is silent for what feels like minutes. He then gives Hitoshi a closed eye smile that is practically blinding. Does anyone else feel this tension? It’s rolling off of him like waves. You shiver and side eye him. 

He turns to you. “Where’d you get that name? Did you just think of it?” 

Your nostrils flare. Why in the hell would he ask that knowing how you know Ken? Through gritted teeth, you answer vaguely, “Named him after a friend.”

His face is fake. That sweet demeanor is so deceitful, and you know that everyone else at the table thinks so too, they just don’t know why. Fucking Deku continues to be fake as hell.

“That’s so sweet, (Y/n). I wonder what else you’d do.” 

Hitoshi struggles with the baby. “She made my favorite cake for my birthday. That was the sweetest, wasn’t it spoiled kitty?” Hitoshi is getting on your nerves to a whole new level. This bitch is hitting nerves that you didn't even know existed.

“She is a bit spoiled."

You whip your head to Izuku who just agreed with this purple bitch. “Me? Are you kidding? Will you please hold that baby’s head-shut up-like this,” You reach over and adjust Little Ken again. “God. You people are so rude. I was just trying to be nice and make a cake for Izuku. And you,” You sit back down and turn to the green-haired menace. “I was helping him. The booger didn’t even have a name.”

You don’t know why you are defending yourself to these people or why you care. You huff, “Please, like you didn’t need help from me before? I helped you study for your dumb exam before you trained-” You stop mid sentence. 

“Oh …” Ema rests her head on her hands. Her eyes dart between you three as she waits for another word. She’s watching like this is some kind of soap opera. This would be funny if it weren't for something you just noticed. Why didn't you question it before?

“Will everyone stop? Let's focus on the big thing here.” You scold her. 

Ema rolls her eyes. “Potty training? I already gave you tips.” 

“I’m talking about how they managed to care for the children while they did their exams.” The table goes silent. If this were an old western, a tumbleweed would go by. “Exams for the hero course are written and sometimes practical, right? How’d you guys manage that?”

Ema straightens up in her seat as she looks around. “I never asked Eijirō. Maybe they put them on the sidelines?” Her frown gets deeper as the seconds pass. Finally, you made sense and moved the conversation away from whatever the hell that was and onto more important things, like cheating. 

“Izuku? Hitoshi?” She calls. Hitoshi is the first to speak. His face is indifferent, but his eyes say the opposite, especially when they make contact with you. “Due to the nature of the course, we give them to the caregiver.”

“Excuse me?” Ema’s chest starts to move. Her breathing is deep and steady. “You guys get to cheat? How much? During training or-?”

It was a question you never thought of because of how little you see the hero course have their kids. It never occurred to you that they’d have help. Izuku, someone who has been there with you for months now, didn’t think to mention that his friends get another advantage? 

“Answer her, Izuku.” You side eye the silent hero next to you. He says nothing for a second then in a low voice, reluctantly answers, "All of it.”

Ema shakes. Kirishima comes in and waves at her but stops once he sees her anger. “This whole time? Are you kidding me?!” She yells. She heads over to him. The redhead’s face looks like a shocked and scolded kid. 

"When did this start?" Your voice is quiet and cracked. It's the only words spoken during her rant behind you. Izuku’s head is down. Hitoshi freezes when you look up at him. Even though you were curious, you no longer care and decide to go without an answer. “No wonder why he was alive. A fucking caregiver during class hours was taking care of him.” You suck on your lips and shake your head. You try to will you voice not to quiver or crack but it still does.

“And you,” Izuku flinches slightly. “This whole time you knew. You could have fought for us. For me. You dare get mad because of a name and a fucking cake. Calling me spoiled? If I was, wouldn’t I be in the hero course?”

You stand up and grab Noa before he can try to get Izuku’s attention. Izuku stands as well, desperately trying to stop you from leaving. "It's not like that-"

"I hope you choke."

You leave and go to your friends, quickly informing everyone in the cafeteria of what went down just in case they can’t understand Ema’s screaming.

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“This better be good, Ema.” You push Grease inside the player. The DVD spins and you sit down on your bed. Noa watches the screen intently after you hit play. The musical goes on until you get the urge to use the bathroom. Since it’s just you and Noa, you keep the door open. 

Your phone rings again for the nth time. It's been almost forty-eight hours since you found out about the hero course having a caregiver and you haven’t talked to Izuku since. He texted you and called several times. You haven’t answered a single thing. To decompress, you decided to take on Ema’s suggested movie. You aren't really paying attention to it but it is a nice distraction from the tug on your heart. 

Izuku lied to you. He didn't tell you that the hero course has some kind of caregiver for the kids. The general studies have been struggling with everything and rather than helping, he lied. This discovery is making you question everything. Like, why was Kaibara so angry if there was a caregiver? How long has this been going on? When Izuku said 'all of it', did he mean during exams or the whole class period? There aren't enough answers. 

You begin to sing along with John Travolta. “Go grease lightnin’-” 

“Potty…” After you flush, you look out and see Noa doing the pee-pee dance. He’s two years old now so training should begin. You go over and guide him to the bathroom and even set him on it while holding him. “No.”

“You sure?” He nods his head and right when you’re about to set him down, he hears the song and bounces. Quickly, you set him back down on the toilet and he uses the bathroom while singing the song. 

“Does Grease Lightnin’ make you pee?”

“Yeah.”

Valuable information. "Alright, so tomorrow I'll try to find you a kiddie potty seat, okay?" You fix him all up and let him go. Noa grabs the remote and starts messing with it. "You break it, I break you!" You call out. 

Against your judgment, you look at the phone and see the texts. 

-(Y/n), please let me explain.

-PLEASE answer

-Darling please answer the phone

-I'm sorry

These continue on and on, with the last one being an apology. You want to yell at him. Call him every name in the book with the last being a traitor. You don't know why you even bothered with him. He's a hero. A deceitful, jealous, lying, self-serving, traitorous, tax leech. Why did you even give him the time of day?

You sigh and toss your phone on the bed. The DVD rewinds to the same song as before. Noa bounces again and takes his diaper off. “What’re you doing-no!” He grunts and pees on the fucking floor. You rush to get him on the toilet. 

“Stop, stop, stop sto-oh come on.” He stops the trickle right when you get him on the seat. He smiles up at you and says, “I peed.”

Rude. 

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Sakura comes in with a large plant. Its leaves are perfectly kept up, but it is still hideous. She places the potted plant next to Snipe’s desk. You don’t know why she gets to do that and why she even has such a hideous thing. 

“Did you like it?” Ema’s facing you despite Snipe’s constant scolding. “Ema!” Snipe yells. “Hold on, Snipe! This is Grease!”

“I don’t care! Turn around and be quiet. Class is in session and we have a lot to talk about.”

You ignore him completely. After finding out that the heroes get a fucking pass when it comes to childcare, everyone became furious. Snipe, who usually has respect, is being bulldozed. Besides, talking about an ancient musical is more entertaining than whatever Snipe is talking about or Riko's tiring advice about a budget plan.

“It was alright. I don’t think it is something I’d watch on the regular.” Ema starts to growl. “The soundtrack was good though! Had a lot of catchy tunes, I’ll give it that.”

She perks up again. “I know right? Go grease lightnin’-” Noa stops bouncing on your lap and stares at her. Ema is completely oblivious to what she’s done. You jump up. “Hold it Noa, hold it!” 

He pulls his pants down his own. “Dammit Noa, wait!” You pick him up and run to the door. Your classmates laugh at you. Noa grunts again. From what you figure, it is his telltale sign of him having to go to the bathroom. 

Noa, the bastard, starts to urinate on the floor. “ No!” You go to Sakura’s plant for him to pee on. The owner stands up and screams. “(Y/n)! Are you fucking kidding me?!”  

“This plant is ugly as fuck anyway!” 

Unfortunately, a terrible thing happens. Jule’s child sniffles and runs to the plant. “Me too!” 

“Jule!” You call. He gets up to get his daughter who has decided that Noa had a good idea to pee on the plant. Sakura yells again to stop the kids. The rest of the class finds this way too funny. Normally, you’d think it is funny but not when it’s your fucking son. 

Jule’s baby girl-Etsuko?-sits on the soil in the pot. “Oh my God! Jule!” 

“Jule, (Y/n), stop these kids right now!” Snipe points to you and Jule. 

“How the hell did this start?” Benio’s once bewildered face morphs into an amused and annoying expression. Ema gestured to you and Noa. “I sang Grease Lightnin’ and he started-”

Noa, grunts again. “Stop saying that! It makes him-”

“Take the kid to the bathroom, now!” Snipe slams his hand on his desk. 

Done with all of the yelling, you look up at Snipe. “This wouldn't be an issue if we had a caregiver!”

Right when Jule picks Etsuko up, the door opens. The sudden noise startles you. Quickly you turn around. Noa sighs and somehow releases once more. Much to your surprise, Eraserhead stands there unexpectedly. His black suit gets wetter by the second. 

Your jaw drops, and the class gasps. Noa, your son, just peed on Aizawa. 

“Ha!” Riko’s laughs become contagious. You haven’t smiled or laughed with them. Instead, you stand frozen even though the room becomes more chaotic than before. “(Y/n), that is enough. Go outside this instant.”

Snipe’s voice is calm and cool. You suck in your lips and nod. Aizawa still stands in front of the door. “Noa, if you got any more, now’s the time.”

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Surprisingly, you aren’t being punished. At least not right now. The heroes are villains wearing white. For all you know, they’re having secret meetings on how to destroy you. It would not be far-fetched to think Izuku is also in on these meetings seeing what a deceitful, unfair, degenerate he is. 

You groan and rub your face. These textbooks are becoming too much for you the longer you work on them. Not to mention the law books and a damn budget plan you’ve been ignoring. It's a sound idea but tedious. You lean away from the desk.

You look at your phone again and read all of his desperate texts. Even though he appeared to be a sweet guy, his main color is green, like a snake. That should’ve been your first clue. Him and his stupid green eyes and soft green hair reek of deception. However, you can’t help but read the messages. Your stupid heart tries to soften towards him and quickly you layer cement over the cracks. 

He pretended to understand your struggle and pain just for shits and giggles. He’s probably laughing with his friends and Hitoshi. 

“Don’t cry.” Noa’s little hand touches your leg. You gasp and wipe your eyes. You just now notice how your phone screen has little droplets on it. Noa’s round eyes water. “Please, don’t cry.”

He’s very vocal for a two-year-old. It’s something you’re very proud of and happily put in your report. But you didn’t want this. Who would want their child to voice this and feel your heartbreak? 

“I’m fine, my little love.” You kiss the top of his head. Noa snuggles up to your legs. “I miss Papa.”

That’s a natural reaction since you haven’t talked to Izuku. Noa is used to him and when Izuku leaves for his job, Izuku makes sure to tell Noa that he’ll be back. He always tells Noa goodbye or something. 

“I know-”

“You do, too.” His little voice is muffled. He sniffles and squeezes you. He rubs his face with your leg. Your pride is tough to swallow. You bite your lip as you unlock the window and bring out your phone. This project is trying to humble you when you are an innocent civilian. You shouldn’t be feeling like you’re losing and yet you do. You are losing. 

The phone rings once. “Noa wants to see you.”

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The knock on the door is steady. You answer it not expecting it to be fucking Deku since he usually jumps in from the window. Lo and behold, here he is, in his hero costume and all. You step aside and let him in. The first thing he does is give Noa a big kiss. “I’ve heard that you’ve had an interesting few days.” 

One of the many things you didn’t want to happen is fucking Deku finding out that his son peed on his beloved teacher, Eraserhead to “Grease Lightnin’” being sung in the background. It was funny for a second then you saw his face and his eyes were red, and not from his quirk. Did Eraserhead send Izuku to ‘deal’ with you or did he get in trouble in your place? 

Then again, the little shit didn’t say anything about a fucking caregiver so who cares if he got in trouble?

A smirk draws on your lips. “A little. How was-”

“I know with everything going on it’s hard for you. I’m with you with every step, (Y/n).” Izuku puts Noa down and tells him to go play with his new All Might toy Izuku gave to him a week or so ago. “But it isn’t right to have Noa pee on someone.”

“It wasn’t on purpose-” Well, not at first. 

“You and everyone else were laughing. (Y/n), that wasn’t right and you know it. Rather than apologizing, you encouraged it.”

“What? How?” If you really did, Noa would have taken a shit on him. 

“‘ Noa, if you got any more, now’s the time ?’ That ring a bell?” Izuku walks to you until you are face to face. His frown is unsettling, leaving a chill along your body. “Okay, you’re mad.” So am I.

“I’m ticked, (Y/n). Imagine coming home and the first thing I find out is that my son peed on someone and you laughed about it! My teacher of all people.”

“Ha! I did not laugh. Everyone else did.” His nostrils flare. “(Y/n), this isn’t funny. Do you understand how much trouble you’re in?”

You stick your lip out and pout. “Who are you? My dad? It’s fine. Noa had an accident and this will be a memorable lesson. The asshole is lucky nothing else happened.”

Before Izuku can say anything, Noa tugs on his pant leg. “I have pee!” Izuku guides Noa to the bathroom without a second glance your way. You are your own person who can do as you please, so this guilty feeling has to go. So what if Noa peed on a teacher? How is it your fault that Noa’s aim is wicked? 

You bite your lip and look at the ground. You will not apologize to Eraserhead. Not when he is a crooked piece of shit with an awful hero name. You aren’t going to apologize to Midoriya either.

Noa runs out with his pants around his ankles. His arms are wide as he wobbles to you. “I pee!” 

“You did?! Oh my goodness!” You litter his face with kisses. “I’m so proud of you!” Of course he’d use the bathroom for Izuku. Let it be you and he decides to pee on a teacher. And that is only because of a damn song! He won’t use the bathroom like a normal person.

Izuku calls for Noa. The boy who has now peed on the toilet wobbles to him, not thinking it’d be best to pull up his pants. Your smile falls when you turn your head and look at your desk. On it is the stack of paper that still needs to be filled and the textbooks that still need to be read. Of course, how can you forget about your stupid budget plan ?

It’s not that you don’t know how or that it isn’t important. The problem is that it’s depressing and stressful. Because you know good and damn well that you are going to have to sacrifice necessities to support a doll. 

Izuku comes out of the bathroom with Noa. “I have to go. I’ll be back in a little while, okay?”

“Papa-” Noa reaches for him. Izuku lowers himself and reassures the toddler who is seconds away from tears. “I’ll be back. I just have to settle things first.”

His green eyes look up at you. Ah, Eraserhead needs to be ‘settled’. You shrug at him. “Maybe Shouta should talk to the caregiver for him to understand things like this just happen.” He stands back up and glares at you. The look he has on his face doesn’t compare to his expression when facing a villain, so you’re not in danger.

“When I come back, we’ll talk.” 

You roll your eyes. Welp, in the meantime you and Noa can go out and get some sun. 

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With a low voice, you talk to yourself. “If I cut that out, I can afford his pull-ups.” The sun becomes blocked as a familiar voice interrupts.

“What’re you doing? Homework?” You look up to see your horrible homeroom teacher. “No.”

“Unfortunate.”

“I’m budgeting. Something heroes don’t know since you collect from the poor man’s taxes.” You hate it. Every single thing to do with their world, you hate. Here you are cutting corners and he stands there, looking down at you. Behind him is Noa who plays in the grass with other dolls and lives his life stress-free. Both Snipe and Noa anger you. If you look at them too long, your heart will pound in your ears and you’d be bound to scream.

Snipe exhales and squats. “This is a part of the project, (Y/n).” Snipe takes a peek at your composition notebook. “And life. I can’t change-”

Snipe stops and grabs the corner of the book. He points to one section and asks, “Why are you doing this?”

You raise a brow at his question. Did he not hear you? Snipe answered loud and clear. This is a part of his stupid project and life. Some things have to get cut out. 

“It’s life. This is real life and what happens when heroes are given support while people like me suffer. Y’know, like you guys have jobs and caregivers. ”

Snipe shakes his head and slides his hand under his mask. He rubs his face and sighs. The gesture is a familiar and common occurrence with you. Cutting certain things out to afford Noa was bound to happen. What the hell did he expect? Sen Kaibara is MIA with the assignment, and you can’t depend on Izuku all the time. He might be there for Noa, but paying for everything isn’t his responsibility. You aren’t his responsibility. What the hell was Snipe expecting? He took your job away, so this is the result.

“Alright. I’ll let you in on a loophole,” He stands up. “Volunteer work is not against the rules,” Your scholarship. The very thing you work hard for and that continues to bite you in the ass. “If you happen to get tips, it’s not your fault. You aren’t an employee. It isn’t a requirement to pay you.”

Snipe walks away from you and heads back inside the school. Your heart flutters. Quickly, you open the book again and replan. You try to remember how much you made at Yona’s with your usual tips. That source of money isn’t normal in this country but there are still people that give you cash. 

You bite your tongue so you don't loudly squeal. Your legs are laid out in front of you wiggling and bouncing from excitement. As long as it’s under the table and labeled as volunteering, you’re good to go. The profit is just a bit of change, but it will help. If you tell Yona about this, she’s sure to encourage tipping. 

You look up just in time to see Noa wandering off a little too far for your liking. “Boy! Get back here!” At two years old, he’s a curious little beast. Luckily, it doesn’t take much to get his attention. He runs back with a happy expression. You stretch your arms out to encourage him to run to you. His little feet carry him fast. Suddenly, Noa stops running. He stiffens and says lowly, “Mo -”

You let out a blood-curdling scream that gathers everyone’s attention. His eyes go blank, and his cute features fade away to look like a doll. A frozen, lifeless, doll. 

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You are holding him close to you as you and your friends run through the hallway. Your arms are shaking at the foreign plastic you are touching. This isn’t Noa. Noa is warm, soft, and chunky. His hair doesn’t feel synthetic like this; his hair has curls and is soft. It is supposed to smell of his kiddie shampoo and conditioner. The one with that one snake hair hero on it that was for a good price and doesn’t mess with his skin. 

This thing smells of plastic toys and the laundry detergent you use to wash his clothes. Even that doesn’t smell right. None of this is right. This doll isn’t your son, it can’t be. He was fine! He was playing and had gone to the bathroom just a few minutes before he turned into a stiff doll.  

You, Ema, and Riko bust through the support course doors. Mei Hatsume comes around the corner with a smile on her face. Why is she smiling? 

“Ah, I was gonna call you to bring him in.” She takes him from your arms. He’s totally stiff and looks like a cheap doll you’d get at a store. He resembles nothing of the boy you’re raising. “I need to tune him up. I’ve been going through this all day!”

She takes a screwdriver to his back, making you flinch. Riko looks at you from the corner of her eye and holds your hand. “Since I’m busy, it’ll take me about the rest of the day. I have all of them and then some other projects that need tending to. So have fun!” 

She leaves with the doll. You follow her for a few steps, and you see what the future holds. All of the babies are in a frozen state with the same face. They are all in a pile with the parents’ names pinned on their clothes. The air that you greedily were sucking in is gone once again. Snuffed out like it meant nothing to your body. 

Riko grabs your arm to guide you out of the large room. You willingly walk out, not bothering to look at your concerned friends. Is Ema scared? Is her heart beating ruthlessly in her chest? What did she see during all of that? You had witnessed months' worth of work demolished. No, what you saw was a grave that all of the kids you watched grow up in front of you turn to lifeless material. 

Are her eyes watering too? Or does she think you’re weak and stupid to be clutching your chest, fighting the overwhelming urge to cry? Thankfully, you don’t have to see or listen to the answer since you are already far from them and into the girls’ restroom. You close the door and press your hand against it. A stall door opens and then shuts. The water from a faucet sounds off, distracting you from the thoughts in your head. 

“(Y/n)?” Sakura’s high voice catches your attention. “What’s wrong?” You don’t, can’t, answer. She lightly grabs your shoulders. Her eyes rake over your body. She’s the type to pour water on a drowning man, someone labeled as cold-hearted and insensitive. Despite this, she looks concerned for you. You don’t hate each other but you do step on each other's toes on purpose. It’s something that works. Now here she is pulling you into a hug. 

“I know, I know. Bakugou just went to Mei, too.” Was she fighting the urge to cry as well? Is someone finally on the same boat as you? “It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay. I need you to breathe.” 

What you couldn’t accomplish on your own, she does in mere minutes. Sakura wets your face with a cold and damp paper towel. You want to say something smart to her like normal. This isn’t a normal situation. You just freaked out over a robot. 

You take a few deep breaths and ask Sakura, “Do I look okay?”

“No.”

“I must look sexy because you’re my number one hater.”

She scoffs and tosses the used towel at you. There is a hint of a smile on her face. “Jealousy is a terrible disease. Please die from it.”

“( Y/n)!” You walk out and give her a smile to let her know you’re okay and to thank her. Sakura won’t tell anyone about this. If she did, people might assume you’re friends.

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This is so weird. All day you’ve set different things aside out of habit. You’ve done the most with someone’s plate of food, going as far as cutting their meat. You did it out of instinct. When you walk, you go slower than you would before this project since Noa’s little legs can keep up. He isn’t next to you when you walk or stand, nevertheless you still reach to hold a hand, desperately searching until you look down and see nothing. 

In the commons, you see how stiff people are. Some of your classmates have blank faces and grab their baby’s silverware to set aside when eating. Others are relaxed and have their feet propped up which was great to see. However, with you included, most are struggling with their assignment’s absence. 

At least they didn’t see what you saw in the support course room. Would they have been affected like you after seeing what is to come? Hopefully, that image will prevent shock later on. 

Stiffly, you walk a familiar path and see something you’ve longed for. To the left is the vendor you would wave at every day and on the corner is that couple who always bicker at that same spot. Even though they argue about stupid things and annoy everyone, you miss them.

Now that Snipe has given the okay to volunteer, you are heading to the people you've missed the most. You open the restaurant doors and take a deep breath. It’s familiar and so comforting. It smells like Kenji’s cooking and faintly like Yona’s perfume. Both are distinct and homey. This is what you clung to during the wars and what you found solace in. 

Before you can take a step further inside to the hostess podium, Yona comes out from around the corner. She’s taken back for a second then settles into a fond smile and a relieved face with misty eyes. You can’t hold it in anymore. You’ll worry about your appearance and pride later. The reaction you had with Noa can be thought about later, too. Right now, you run to her open arms and cry. You run away from Noa’s lifeless eyes, the school, heroes, Izuku, and every burden they placed on you, and into Yona’s warm and loving hold. 

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