#my hyperfixation is stronger than ever

[alienboy51]

idk about you guys but seeing people talk poorly about voltron feels like an attack on ME. i can talk shit about it whenever i want but when people who don't care about it do it... it like... genuinely hurts me? physically? is this the autism

[adrawee]

silly guy

[atlas-dr0wned]

*taps mic* if i wrote earth girls are easy fanfic would literally anyone care

[alvfr]

Third trimester let’s gooooo

[zincbot]

me voice: "why do i feel this way-" it's the autism. i forgot

[cataqu33rz]

Maybe I have gone mad after all....

[writermai05]

oh please, please, please go into heavy detail about tapping joaquín out at his graduation, i neeeed it 🙏🙏

Well...since you asked so nicely!

Tapping Joaquín out at his BMT Graduation :)

Pairing: Joaquín Torres x fem! reader

A/N: I know that Top Gun is the Navy, therefore this gif isn't accurate. I doubt y'all give a shit whether or not my military accuracy is the greatest, but I do kinda know what i'm talking about LOL (I have a couple family members in the airforce). Also, I was gonna do headcanons and then it spiraled into this...let me know if it's okay.

Word Count: 1,157

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to anything Marvel related, I am merely a nerd who hyperfixates a lot. I also had to make up / guesstimate a timeline since it's not to clear as to what age Joaquín is supposed to be, just that he survived the blip.

Warnings !: Mentions of taking place during the blip (only a warning because reader doesn't have any family members who survived it.)

Your flight was late last night. You would’ve been there yesterday, but due to an unfortunate series of flight delays and cancellations, you had been stuck in Miami longer than anticipated.

Luckily, Joaquín’s mother and abuela had gotten in just fine, so they were able to spend the day with him, watching the morning run and his coin ceremony. Joaquín had eagerly sent over pictures as soon as he got his phone back, the three of them at the Alamo, and at various locations around San Antonio. Your heart banged with sadness at the notion of not being able to be there, but ever the gentleman, he reassured you that it wasn’t your fault. 

Now here you were again, early in the morning at the Lackland Air force base with his mother and abuela, just waiting for the graduation to start. You had driven them onto base, seeing as neither of them had a military ID, but you were happy to do it. Your leg was anxiously bouncing on the metal bleachers. His mom tells you how yesterday at his ceremony he was awarded as the best BMT graduate. It surprises you since he hadn’t mentioned it in any of the letters he wrote to you, but the more you think about it, that is exactly something that he would do. There’s a cool breeze blowing at your hair, despite it being August, and the sun is slowly rising. Joaquín’s mother, Esperanza, gently lays her hand on your knee. 

“Cálmate, Mija. It’ll be okay.” She gently rubs circles onto your skin, hoping to soothe whatever nerves you may have. You put your hand over hers, squeezing it gently. Ever since you lost your family members in the blip, Joaquín’s family had 

“I know, Mamá. It’s just…we haven’t been separated since we started dating. What if he spent this time away and he realizes this isn’t what he wanted-“ She gently smacks your arm, making you let out a small yelp. 

“Hey. He’s your husband. We spent the entire day with him yesterday, and he wouldn’t stop talking about you, Mija. I think it’s safe to say that the two months that you two were separated didn’t impact the way he thinks about you.” You sigh as you rub at your, now slightly sore, upper arm. You know she’s right. Joaquín had only ever shown interest in you since you officially started dating all those years ago, but the insecurity that bloomed in your stomach couldn’t be helped. 

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be thinking that way…He’s a good man, Mamá.” Esperanza nods in agreement. 

“And if he wasn’t, I’d smack him too. He knows better.” That makes you chuckle. 

“I missed him. A lot.” You feel your eyes sting with tears at the thought. She squeezes your hand gently. It doesn’t help that you know this isn’t the end. He still has to go to tech school, and do more training until he can finally do Recon like he set out to do. 

“You’re gonna see him today. I know it’s just the beginning, but you two have something…I can’t even describe. It’s stronger than any distance.” His mother says gently. His Abuela chimes in a bit, speaking Spanish. You only really know bits and pieces, having a high school speaking level. You recognize the words, Love. Eyes. Esperanza translates for you. 

“There’s an old proverb. It means ‘Love is shown through the eyes.’ Mamá is saying that she knows you two will get through it because she’s seen the way Quíno looks at you…and I agree.”  You wipe your eyes. 

“You’re right. We’ll be fine.” You turn to grab his Abuela’s hand, squeezing it gently. 

“Gracias, Abuelita.” 

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The ceremony starts, and the three of you keep an eye out for Joaquín, though it is a little bit hard with everyone having the exact same uniform and haircut. It takes a little time but you do see him, somewhere in the middle of the pack of graduates. His face is neutral as he marches past, looking straight in front of him. He walks perfectly in sync with his fellow airmen.

As it wraps up, and all the graduates stand in their blues under the blazing Texas sun, You guide his Abuela, making sure she’s stable on the grass field as the three of you search for your husband in the sea of soldiers once again. 

The time comes when you finally lay eyes on him again. He’s standing right there, just a few feet away, his arms tucked behind his back the way that he was taught to do. His gaze is forward, and he doesn’t even fidget, a stark contrast from the Joaquín you last saw two months ago. His mom pushes you closer towards him.

“Go, Mija. Tap him out.” You whip your head around to look at her, shaking your head. 

“But-“ You're cut off by the wave of her hand.

“We got to do it yesterday. I think Quíno would like his wife now.” She takes Abuela’s hand to support her instead. They both usher you towards him, falling not too far behind.

It’s not long before you meet face to face. His gaze is forward but distinctly not on you, rather past you. You understand the rules. He’s not allowed to move from this position until you touch him. Your eyes can’t help but water at the sight of him, and even though you want nothing more than to touch him, you resist. 

“Joaquín…I am so proud of you. I missed you so much. I know it was hard to be away from us, but you’re just so strong. You’re stubborn, and just so so good. This is what you wanted, and I'm just glad I could be here to support you…” You watch as tears stream down his face, but he makes no move to wipe at them. The discipline and strength that he’s gained over these eight weeks is reflective in the way he’s holding himself now.

“I love you so much.” With that, you wrap your arms around him, effectively tapping him out. He immediately returns the embrace. You feel his tears drop against the crook of your neck as he holds you close. You press a kiss to his cheek, and he immediately pulls away so he can kiss you on the lips. It’s passionate, and comforting and it communicates exactly what he wants to say: ‘I missed you too.’ 

His mother and abuela not so subtly snap pictures of the two of you, but you really don’t even notice. All you can focus on is him. You wipe at his face, chuckling at his emotional reaction. It rubs off on him too, he chuckles and removes your hands from his face, pressing kisses to your knuckles.

“I love you too.” He whispers the words, and presses a kiss to your temple.

A/N: Feel free to leave comments and critiques. I'm always open to feedback !

[decaying-lover]

been really into these two lately. my wolverine hyperfix is back, stronger than ever.

[princessbrunette]

truly obsessed with puppy!reader x john b 🥹 my actual current hyperfixation babes!!!!

can I request what he would be like during a thunderstorm and she’s super scared!!

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each time the thunder roared, you buried your face further into john b’s hoodie.

it was a cooler night, rare for north carolina — and the thunderstorm outside seemed far from being over. you always hated thunderstorms — the sudden loud noises, the flashes of light, it made you feel like you were walking through one of those haunted houses at the fairground, filling your stomach with dread and making your heart pound.

john b was the only thing that ever grounded your fear. the hand that stroked over your cheek each time you whimpered in fear, or the way he helped you shuffle in impossibly closer when you needed to feel him. he was endlessly patient with you, even if it was the middle of the night and you were unable to sleep.

“hey, hey. dooooont cry. you’re a big girl.” he croons when you grip a fistful of his hoodie at the loud clap of thunder outside.

“that one sounded really close!” you wail, rigid with fear, voice muffled and yet clearly devastated.

“well, as a thunderstorm expert. i can promise you that it’s not close at all. trust me, this old chateau has got stronger bones than you might think. she’s not goin’ anywhere.” he attempts to dispel your fear, pressing his lips to the crown of your head.

“but…” you try to find a counterpoint, hoping that if you kept rambling you’d be distracted from the sudden sounds occurring outside. your boyfriend had grown intuitive to things like this, taking action.

“but…” he smiles. “you want me to read to you? whats gonna help you sleep, pup?” he pushes to sit up a little more in bed, bringing you with him and you nod, wiping your nose on the chest of his sweatshirt. “yeah?”

it doesn’t take long— a page and a half more specifically for john b to read you into a slumber, the constant hum of his raspy voice serving as the perfect white noise to help you drift off undisturbed.

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[elsa-fogen]

So I'm assuming you won't be posting anymore radiorose content?

i mean i haven't been posting any hazbin stuff in some while now, and i'm still not feeling like it, the winx hyperfixation is stronger than ever

(may do some crossovers tho)

i'll wait until the season comes out entirely and we'll see.

theres a chance that i'll change my favorite character to fucking Lute of all LMAO but who knows, but that's an option for sure

i believe in vengeful women with spears and left-sided disability supremacy ✨✨✨

tho i WANT to continue Good Intentions before that, the spoilers... well. KINDA messed it up, but fuck it, we ball in ✨✨denial✨✨

i want to finish it, because if i do i'll be able to make one meme that has been cycling in my head for some time now HAHASHDAHD that's a motivation

[dreamweave01]

Does Raph have any after effects from the Krang (+ Mikey’s magic) being in his brain?? This seems like a Big Thing, esp cos you took the time to mention it being a permanent part of him… does he have Visions™️ or DOES HE CAUSE THE KRANG APOCALYPSE IN MIKEYS TIMELINE OH NO OH NO OH LORD NOOOOOOO

He does have some after effects actually, and it’s something that he’s very self conscious about. 

Obviously, the biggest change visually would be the parts of him still Kraang-ified (the largest and most noticeable probably being his arm.) 

Physically, he’s a lot stronger than before, and his pain tolerance is at an all time high (though that last one doesn’t really have anything to do with getting infected.) 

I mentioned it before, but the kraang-arm can change shape - inspired by my hyperfixation over the Venom movies. His eyesight has changed a lot too, like enhanced night vision and whatnot. 

Raph also has this new quirk/possible new ability where he can speak in “Kraang.” Basically, he can make a bunch of weird alienish noises. For example, when he gets super excited he starts chirping. Or sometimes when he’s anxious, he makes this clicking sound as kind of a nervous stim. 

Now mentally, there are some after effects too, (which details I'm still in the middle of figuring out.)

Fortunately, Michelangelo severed the connection between Raphael and the Kraang, so Raph is completely 100% in control now, and the Kraang will never have a say in his choices ever again. 

He does have a lot of scars though; there's a lot of trauma he has to deal with. Nightmares are a common occurrence in his household, and he’s definitely not free from that curse. 

Usually they’re memories, sometimes they’re twisted imaginations created by his subconscious. 

However, there is one dream that scares him more than the others.

His nightmares in general tend to be. . . violent.

But this one isn’t. Somehow, it makes it even worse. He doesn’t talk about this one, and if he ever chooses to open up about it, that’s his call. 

It's just that to him, it always feels real. Very real. 

And sometimes, he wonders if it really is just a dream, or something else. . .

[taliesin-the-bored]

Tag game: tag nine people you’d like to know better.

Tagged by: @oneshoulderangel (Thank you for tagging me!)

Last song: At the moment, I have "Losing Your Memory" by Alan Star stuck in my head, which I suppose makes it my current song, not my last song. Hm. I get songs stuck in my head very easily, but the last one I had there for a significant amount of time was a mashup of different language versions of "Les Rois du Monde" for about a week. "Lehetsz Király", the Magyar version, is probably my favorite of them. It's worth a listen.

Currently watching: Normally, the answer would be "random mostly terrible old movies/shows" or "nothing much", but I currently have a hyperfixation on the musical Roméo et Juliette and have been watching it in multiple languages. (Thus, the song).

Three ships: This is hard. Maybe as a result of being on the ace and aro spectrums, I'm more likely to care about which characters are interacting than whether it's romantic or platonic. Here goes:

Kedivere/Bedikay. It can be romantic, platonic, or queerplatonic, but whichever way, I'm here for it. I probably spend too much time thinking about how in Cullwch and Olwen, when Cai gets mad at Arthur and marches out, Bedwyr stays behind, keeps acting like nothing's happened, and isn't the one to avenge Cai's death. The feeling of betrayal on both sides has a lot of unexplored potential. And the version where Bedivere dies and Kay fights to bring his body back safely while mortally wounded himself... And the version where Bedivere survives Camlann and Kay isn't said to fight in it, so they might be left together after their world has fallen apart...

Platonically or queerplatonically, Galahad and the Grail Heroine. I really like the tragic Grail Quest friendships, but I like theirs most, maybe because there's something weird and otherworldly about them both. I like it when characters are strange and endearing and doomed by the narrative.

Ever since reading John Matthews' retelling, which I read before the original, I've had a soft spot for Caradoc and Guinier. The Story of Caradoc is very disturbing, and I have some major qualms with Caradoc over a detail Matthews cut out, but all the same, there's a reason these two have the best track record with magical fidelity tests. Each of them would go to the ends of the earth for the other, and together, they're stronger than any curse.

Favorite Color: Blue, particularly royal blue and some teals.

Currently consuming: Black licorice with chocolate.

First ship: This is a hard one, since through elementary and most of middle school, I tended to go along with whatever I thought the author's intentions were and was more likely to unship something. The first non-endgame ship I got invested in was Sonya/Nikolai in War and Peace. I didn't like Nikolai, but Sonya did, and she was my favorite character, so I wanted her to be happy. The first non-canon couple I thought was meant to be together was also in War and Peace: Marya Bolkonskaya and Julie Karagina. My eighth grade self did not think their letters could be interpreted platonically. I still don't.

Last movie: If the musical doesn't count, the last movie I watched was Quest for Camelot, which was awful. Though not Robot Monster-level bad, Robot Monster has an elegance to its simplicity which Quest for Camelot lacks.

Currently working on: Various fics, most of them Arthuriana or CotRK-related (I am woefully behind on the Badfic Bingo), and (theoretically) an epic-style poem, though I haven't gotten much of it written for quite a while now.

Tagging: @gawrkin, @emperorcandy, @wildbasil, @gorewound, @knightsofsomethingorother, @ladyminaofcamelot, @tasosotaso, @amashelle, @gingersnaptaff (I have no idea who's been tagged so far, apart from the people on @oneshoulderangel's post, so I apologize for any multi-tags)

[crescenthistory]

This sounds kind of vague but regulus nd reader bonding over bugs… I think this strange little guy would appreciate a good bug. Doesn’t have to be specifically romantic either I just thought it was cute

i don't think i can write a fic on this, especially as i am not an avid bug-knower myself, but i'll share my thoughts and headcanons with you of course darling<33

regulus black bonding with you over bugs

regulus bug-lover, evan anatomy-fanatic, barty carcass-searcher and pandora bones-collector; in this essay i will-

dorcas thinks they’re a bit odd but love them as the freaks they are

no, but in all honesty i can picture this so vividly. regulus has such an obsessive personality, he is bound to have some niche and severe interests

if that is bugs and it is a shared one between you two – then that's just fantastic luck, yeah?

regulus is the type of person to not just liking something, it becomes his everything (that boy has never felt normal about anything ever)

finding someone who loves the same things he loves would slot them right beside that interest in his mind, thus making any infatuation that much stronger; he associates you with what you both love

i think his favourite bugs would be spiders, of course, but also termites and beetles

there is definitely a certain level of "this creature is so misunderstood and i relate to it" going on here

on that note, he is more inclined to hyperfixate on bugs like worms, cockroaches, fleas, bed bugs, etc. than the more accepted/cutsey bugs like bees and butterflies

though i don't really picture him disliking any bugs – he would rather spend his time focusing on the ones that resonate with him

regulus most certainly has a scientific approach to his interest

he reads and learns and then reads some more and learns some more; he wants to know all there is to know and be able to use jargon and refer to biology when discussing bugs

if you struggle with reading, he is more than happy (see: fucking elated) over being able to recap any relevant book to you and teach you what he just learned

if you enjoy it as well, he wants nothing more than to ditch your coursework for the night and read up on your own interests side by side<3

my regulus is a poet, and i imagine that he would use all his scientific knowledge of bugs to use them as more effective and accurate metaphors

i think his favourite bug to refer to in poetry is cicadas

he is usually very guarded with his poetry because he writes to process and work through his intense emotions, but your shared love for bugs would be a lower-barrier entry to sharing his writing with you

he would show you some poems that focus primarily on bugs, maybe even use the excuse that you can double check them for "accuracy", and over time he grows more confident in showing you more and more

sitting with regulus in a corner of the slytherin common room or the edge of the courtyard whenever you get some alone time, looking for and admiring the bugs that creep around there

taking note of what spots in the castle are the most abundant with insects and going there together

maybe he would even call you an insect-related pet name? my suggestions: mantis, hopper, buzz — maybe any french speakers know of some cute ones in french?!

regulus feeling seen and known by you on another level as you bond over insects – an interest of his that most of his friends and family members have shunned and gagged at, but that set your eyes alight with a spark similar to his own

daring to be himself more fully with you beyond his interest, because you showed him it is okay

realising he is in love with you when you're reunited after a summer apart and you show him that you have started a journal, documenting the unique and rare insects you stumbled upon over the holidays to show him

starting one of his own for you

proposing to you by asking you to help him look for a special insect in the earth outside your flat/house and when you go you see has dug the ring into the ground, diamond poking out

[missempanada]

10 random facts about Spain you might wanna know for your fan work

My Hetalia hyperfixation came back this 2025 and it's stronger than ever. So to celebrate, I decided to make this post to share with you a little bit of real contemporary Spanish culture and to debunk some stereotypes. If you're writing or creating art about Spain this might help you add some details that will make the character, as well as his relationships with other nations, feel more authentic.

#1. We have two surnames, not a compound one (so it's "Fernández Carriedo", not "Fernandez-Carriedo"). I explained how that works in a post some years ago.

#2. We don't really drink sangría when we go to bars. It's considered a thing for tourists, especially considering how much they can charge you for it. Instead of that, we drink tinto de verano which is a mixture of red wine and either sparkling water or sparkling lemonade (usually the second one). When we do drink sangría, it's usually at a house or student delegation party and the methods we use to prepare it are usually not... very clean or sophisticated. It’s usually just cheap wine mixed with soda, with some chopped fruits thrown in, and it’s often made in a large plastic tub or basin without much concern for presentation or hygiene.

#3. Likewise, the dish that we like the most isn't paella, but tortilla de patatas. You'll find a plate of tortilla in every household when it's time to watch a football match, celebrate a birthday or watch the Eurovision grand final. Also, the only thing this tortilla has in common with the Mexican one is the name.

#4. The olive oil stereotype is way more accurate than the tomato one. We put olive oil in everything. Though if you wanna combine both stereotypes, most Spaniards love to have a toast with tomato pulp, olive oil and salt, either as breakfast or as a snack. The name and preparation of this toast can have slight variatons from region to region.

#5. Most Spaniards don't like bullfighting and even advocate for it to be banned. According to this survey, only 24% of Spaniards like bullfighting and it's usually those amongst the older generations. We usually consider the bullfighter stereotype to be offensive but we also think the imaginery slays (no pun intended) with fashion designers such as Palomo Spain using it in their works (this is the costume he designed for our entry in Eurovision 2022). It's kind of contradicting so take this information as you will. But basically: killing bulls, NO; pretty and shiny costumes, YES.

#6. According to a survey, Portugal (#1) and Italy (#2) are the two countries most liked by Spaniards. According to another survey, those two countries along with Greece would be the ones we'd be the most willing to help in case of a crisis. Can't tell if it's reciprocated, but according to every Spanish student's Erasmus experience ever I would say yes! (If you're not European and don't know what Erasmus is, look it up. Might be useful for a college AU). Also, there seems to be a rise in the idea of Mediterranean/southern European/PIGS pride among youths of any political inclination, often making memes like this one, which may or may not be related to the data I just provided. I'd say we consider the Portuguese to be our siblings, Italians to be our cousins and Greeks to be our distant cousins.

#7. The "th" sound in the neutral European Spanish dialect (the one you hear in movies and shows) isn't a lisp, but a phenomenon linguists call diferenciación. If anyone wants me to explain this in detail, I'll gladly make a separate post about it. If you don't know how it works I suggest you don't use it in fics and stuff because we will point and laugh at you. Especially considering some provinces in Spain only pronounce the S sound, just like Latin Americans.

#8. Though Enrique Iglesias is great, he's not the most popular singer in Spain at the moment, especially since he's retired from music. Spanish girls and gays usually listen to Rosalía, Ana Mena, Lola Índigo or Belén Aguilera, amongst others. Straight people usually listen to Quevedo (ew). David Bisbal was very big in the 2000s and he's still universally loved by all, whether we actually like his music or see him as a living meme. Collaborations with Latin American artists (examples 1, 2, 3) are also very popular and collaborations with Italian artists are becoming increasingly popular (examples 1, 2, 3). I have a playlist of Spanish pop artists (mostly women) that you can check here. If your fic or artwork is set on the 20th Century, you might wanna check this playlist instead. And here's another one for Spanish classical composers.

#9. Doraemon and Crayon Shin Chan are a cultural staple amongst Spaniards raised in the late 90s-2000s-early 2010s. So much so, that there's even an episode of Crayon Shin Chan in which the Nohara family goes to Spain on vacation. I've bonded with Japanese people over this lol

#10. We typically don't use the word "gringo" to refer to USAmericans (though it's becoming more popular now since younger generations are more used to hearing Latin American slang because of both the Internet and recent migrations), we use "guiri" instead. This word is used to describe people who are whiter than us, for lack of a better explanation. So, basically, Central Europeans + Nordics + Brits + USAmericans + Canadians. Like most words in Spanish, it can be considered either a neutral descriptor or a pejorative term depending on the context and intonation. For example, if a Spaniard has an English or German partner, they may call them "mi guiri" (my guiri) as a light-hearted tease. However, if we're talking about drunk English tourists jumping from balconies... then yes, it's definitely pejorative.

I'd love it if anyone else in the fandom does this with facts about their country because I love learning new things about other cultures and peoples. So if you write a post like this, please tag me so I can read it! Also if you want me to confirm or debunk any stereotype let me know and I'll do it in the comments.

Bonus fun fact: Spain is the gayest country in Europe (based on the percentage of people that identify as LGBT+).

[feinv]

can i kindly req for a arthur morgan x hyperfem reader.... pov he is just so so so in live with her...

arthur morgan x hyperfem!reader.

a/n. introducing my other hyperfixation on this blog. hope this won’t flop. if you don’t wanna see this you can block these tags! hope you like this dolly <3

arthur morgan is a romantic.

spending the majority of his life being without a significant other, he kept repressing all those emotions. and repressing just made them stronger.

but lucky for him he has you!

he doesn’t understand why a sweet thing like you would even look at his direction. but you did. and he wasn’t a fool to let you go after that. he absolutely gives you princess treatment. will do like. literally anything just to see you smile.

arthur loves taking you to beautiful places he encountered while riding around. seeing your eyes sparkle and that pretty smile you flush him is enough for him to die a happy man right there next to you.

he is absolutely feral at how adorable you look. like all the time. we all know 1800s underwears were like just a plain white fabric. but you still managed to stitch them up in a certain way and add a few small bows to make them look cuter! he is honestly so amazed that nothing ever stops you from doing your girly things, and he is always there to tell you that you did a good job and it looks perfect <3

he loves showing you off, especially when he knows he has the pleasure of calling you his. he will do any dirty job and hard labor just to get money and buy you anything you want.

he knows it's hard feeling beautiful when you have limited resources in a camp. so he would buy you whatever clothes you want, whatever jewelry and accessories you look at for more than five seconds when he takes you to a town. (he might even steal some really expensive ones and tell you he traded for those)

of course he would think you look gorgeous even if your entire face was covered in dirt and mud. but it matters to him that you feel happy and confident in yourself. and it's his mission to fulfill that goal for as long as he alive.

every time he would bring back a little something that reminded him of you — a book, a small painting, perfumes that smell just like you, and everything else in between.

he would help you with chores however he can just to ease some of your work and have more alone time together. the boys would tease him for being "a housewife," but he wouldn't give a shit. he might as well do every single of your chores if it meant he would have you all to himself in the confines of his tent.

showers you in compliments. all day 24/7. he knows the words will eventually fail him because he physically cannot tell u how infatuated he is with you and how flawless you are to him. but he will try either way.

“you are so beautiful, darlin'. my pretty girl,” while his fingers gently tuck hair away from your face, his thumb soothing your soft skin. and you would blush and avert his gaze because like :< but he would simply pepper feather light kisses all over your face before connecting your lips in such a tender kiss you would forget that’s a 6 feet tall ripped cowboy.

his side bag and some of his clothes in general would have small hearts or bows engraved in them with pink thread. every time he looks at them he gets reminded there is someone waiting for him to come back. and his heart just swells at that thought.

would also sneak you away from the camp to a pretty field where the two of you could just stargaze together or lay on the grass for hours. you would ramble about your day while he sketches you, your sweet voice literally making him float in the clouds.

arthur morgan loves being around you, being with you. you don't even have to be doing anything together, he just loves having you near him, close and safe :3

©️feinv, 2024.

[pinksugarscrub]

Tinker

Bakugou Katsuki x fem! Inventor! Reader (x Midoriya Izuku)

Scenario: your best friends want to be heroes so you'll support them from the sidelines

(Beta reader: @hyperfix-wip 💜)

Chapters: ???

Word count: 1,051

Warnings: Katsuki (swearing)

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Class 1-A had its fair share of problems. They started off to a rocky start. League of Villains and all. But as third years their troubles only seemed to double. You were thankful they weren’t life threatening but that didn’t make growing up any easier.

The bright side to this, was the access you had to them. Two students in particular. Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku.

While you ranted about male ignorance and circuitry they babbled on about power moves and internships. Mostly Izuku. Entirely Izuku.

To go back to the male ignorance part of your vernacular you’re referring to one man in particular. Your father.

The Goya family had a long line of doctors and was dreadfully traditional. You being the youngest child and only daughter to your father caused a plethora of arguments and disagreements.

Be sensible he says. You say screw it and apply to UA in middle school along with your friends. Friends he also isn’t very fond of but people you would protect with your life.

To be completely honest, it’s their influence that pushed you toward the path of heroism. The only difference was your goals didn’t match theirs.

While they prefer being out in the field making change, you create it.

You inherited the quirk that created your family’s legacy, blueprint. In the simplest of terms you have the powers of a master builder (if you know you know). You can break down an object, living or inanimate, into its core components. You can also build up an object to its highest potential. That is reserved for inanimate objects.

While you still struggle with dry eye your quirk has gotten significantly stronger over the years. Just as much as Izuku and Katsuki have. Which brings you back to the present matter.

Getting Kacchan to spar with you without killing you in the process.

“Come on Kacchan please,” you whine. Trailing after him like a lost duck with your notebook tucked under your arm. “It’ll just be for today. One day and I won’t bother you again.”

“Bullshit,” he scoffs. Not sparing you a glance as he sharply turns the corner to the training rooms. “You’ll be here tomorrow then the next. I can’t have you screwing up my training.”

“Katsuki,” you groan. Speeding up to catch up to him. “I can’t finish my project without you.”

Puppy eyes don’t work on Bakugou. At least not now. The one thing you both can agree on is your work is your work. Disrupting his training would be an inconvenience but you’re hoping he’ll make an exception because well, you’re asking.

Aside from Izuku, Bakugou definitely has a soft spot for you. It didn’t show its face until the very end of first year but it was there.

“I’ll take you out for ramen after.”

“You don’t fucking-”

“Ok I’ll pay for our next coffee run.”

“I don’t drink that shit.”

“Fine, I’ll call your mom.”

He stops. “You wouldn’t.”

You would. But to truly hit the last nail in the coffin you utter your next words with the utmost class and refinery.

“Izuku trained with me. Guess he’s just better at managing his schedule than you.”

You grin triumphantly as you see his brow twitch. There’s even that little vein popping on his head that you’ve seen ever since you were children.

“See, I- ah!”

You yelp as he unceremoniously picks you up and throws you over his shoulder like a sack of flour. His arm holds you firmly but that does little to stop you from hitting his back. His other hand preoccupied with holding onto your notebook.

“Put me down! I can walk asshole!”

“Shut up dammit! I’m helping you aren’t I?”

“That doesn’t mean you have to pick me up!”

“You’re slow as shit!” He huffs. Adjusting you when you start tilting forward.

You open your mouth to protest before slumping in defeat. “Yeah ok.”

Bakugou steals your grin and your victory.

“You sure you want to do this brain?”

“I’m starting to regret asking.”

“That’s the spirit.”

-

“Hey Bakubro I- who is this?” Kirishima’s smile falls. He would not be an accomplice to a kidnapping. Kidnapping is where he draws the line.

Kirishima watches as you fall to the mat with a grunt. Glaring at Bakugou before kicking him away.

“Thanks a lot dickwad, I’m pretty sure you broke a rib.”

“Stop whining.”

You mimic his voice in a mocking tone. Blowing a raspberry towards Bakugou’s back once he turns away.

“Bakugou?” Kirishima asks again. Somewhat relieved but also concerned at the dynamic presenting itself.

“Brain, Shitty hair. Shitty hair, brain.”

“That’s not an introduction Kacchan!”

“Kacchan…?” Kirishima mumbles. Now he’s thoroughly confused.

With a start you stand to your feet. Jogging over to the two but mostly keeping your eyes on Bakugou.

“You didn’t tell me you already had a partner. If you had just said something-”

Bakugou thrusts his hand in your face. Narrowing his eyes at the guilt making its way onto your expression.

“Don’t be stupid. You need all the help you can get, right?”

“Well-” you pause,“yeah…”

“Then?”

You sigh, shoulders sagging as you admit defeat again. “Mm, I get it. Thank you Kacchan.”

He clicks his tongue and looks away. Gesturing to Kirishima before stepping off the mat.

“Oh, right.” You chuckle nervously. Flicking your eyes over to a redhead currently lacking a shirt. “Goya, (f/n). Go-Go is fine.”

“Go-Go?” Kirishima laughs. The pieces clicked together in his mind. “Kacchan? Both Midoriya?”

You nod, a smile replacing your earlier expression. “Izuku has a knack for names.”

“Nerd,” Bakugou chortles. Returning with wrapped hands and a roll for your own.

“I’m Kirishima Eijiro.” Kirishima interjects. Smiling so brightly you almost shield your eyes. “Nice to meet you Go-Go.”

You hum in agreement. Glancing over to Bakugou when you feel his calloused hand on your wrist. Skillfully wrapping your hands in white bandages.

“Explain.”

You don’t have to be told twice.

Kirishima isn’t surprised by the enthusiasm you extrude because it’s similar to Midoriya’s rambling. He is, however, peeking glances over at Bakugou.

He’s not sure he’s ever seen Bakugou act calm for anyone but Midoriya. Even then it’s short lived.

He’s definitely getting your number after this. His classmates will be thrilled with the news.