#rejected heroes club

[drowsybowser]

looking for friends so pls like/reblog if~

-ohshc fan (bonus points for kyokao)

-dark academia aesthetic

-memes

-lgbt+

-mha (i am still very new to this fandom tbh)

-18+ only, no minors please

-want to listen to my stripper!kaoru playlist :^)

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[everythingspokenfor]

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓴 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼~

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Summary: You end up running into your boss, Pro-Hero Dynamight, whilst working your other job...

Pro-Hero Dynamight in his late 30s, so focused on saving the world, he barely gives himself time, has a set routine of wake-up, go to work, patrol, reports and eventually back to bed at 9pm.

Doesn't let anything or anyone mess up his routine, if he went out with the squad, he would work extra hours, all the vacation hours saved up, over the years he worked. Barely ever takes leave even tho he owns the agency.

You have seen him around, perks of working at his agency, it pays decently, enough to pay the bills, but if you want the luxury of early retirement and being the cool aunt, then you'll need more than one job, cons of being born without a quirk. What more would you really expect working data manager, tasks including hours of sitting in front of the computer typing away details of the villains.

The world isn't as harsh to your kind, as it use to be, that doesn't make it easy for you tho, working twice as hard still not being able to land a job, that doesn't matter, not anymore, you are fine have been fine for few years.

The entire time you have been working at the agency, you have interacted with Bakugou enough times to know he is a good guy, someone who has a mental checklist of things to do, of places to be and this is definitely not a place for him to be, as far as you believe.

Dingy strip club, shoved in the back alley, it's more decent that it seems if you were being honest, the bouncers and bartenders always ready to step in if something goes wrong, and it pays well, good enough to allow you to eat out few times a month, good enough to always have that expensive bottle of wine stored in your kitchen.

It's not a posh place moreover, celebrities, heroes, the high-end people seldom come here, place catering more towards the locals, the drinks mostly sugary concoctions with cheap liquor,

Maybe that's why his presence surprised you. He looks out of place, especially hunched over the bar counter, the same one, on which the dancers were shimmying out of their see through lingeries, tossing them around, collecting money from the desperate men.

He wasn't one though, eyes focusing on his glass of scotch, even when one of the dancers kneeled on the table beside him, mumbling something in his ear, but from her sudden retreat you could tell whatever she was offering was rejected.

You contemplate, whether you should approach him or not, afterall you were working here, donned in a lacy red and black two piece lingerie, you still had sheer cover-up on, that barely did anything to cover, tonight you were stationed at the counter, work focusing on getting men to buy more expensive liquor.

You signal your co-worker over your shoulder, gesturing towards your other boss, "he is a friend." Grabbing a bottle of scotch and two glasses to strutted towards him.

"What are you doing in a place like this?" You slide onto the seat next to him, eyes focused ahead as you pour the liquor into the glasses. Locking eyes with the bartender behind the counter, pleading silently, fortunately he moved away to the next customer without questioning you.

He looks surprised, either to see you here or to be caught here, you don't know, neither do you wish to find out.

"The fuck are you doin' here?" He grunts, looking over his shoulder analysing the place again, before turning to look at you incredulously, eyes wide as he put the two and two together, your outfit making sense.

"Working."

He stares at you, eyes twitching as he tried to make sense of the situation,"Why are ya' working in this sketchy strip club?" He huffed out, grabbing the glass from your hand and

"Pays well." You sip on your drink, avoiding looking at him.

"What do ya' mean? Don't we pay you enough?"

"Enough to live by, Bakugou", you wince, not used to calling your boss by his surname,"not enough to afford me an early retirement." You look over to him, finally meeting his eyes, before glancing lower, he wore dark pants, with a loose baby blue shirt.

You snort,"Where you planning on getting lucky tonight?" You tease him, still showing genuine curiosity, maybe the little sips of scotch is getting to you, why else would you ask him that.

"Non' of yer' business, nerd." His ears turned bright red, peachy blush spreading over his cheeks the longer you stared at him, his intentions obvious, despite wanting to, you don't tease further.

"Well, I have to get back to work." you get up from your stool, eye glancing over to where you co-worker was handling your spot, you turn to leave him, before you could move two steps away, his hand darts out, clasping around your wrist.

"Wait! When do you get off?", he sounds a little desperate, for a fleeting moment you wonder why before looking at the clock, it's barely mid night, still few hours before your shift ends.

"Few hours." you sighed out, his palm still wrapped around your wrist, he stands up, moving a bit closer, he towers over you.

"Can ya' not leave early?" He queried, you tilt your head up, the proximity making you dizzy, you tilt your head, eyes finding his,"Where are you gonna take me?" You shouldn't have entertained that idea, should have pulled your wrist away and gotten back to the work, maybe you shouldn't have approached him to begin with.

Alas, you are here, in the middle of the club, contemplating putting your coat on and leaving with him. Your boss wouldn't really mind now that you think about.

"There's a hole-in-the-wall diner a block away." He tilts his head towards the club entrance, somehow already aware of your decision to leave, his shoulders are still tense, waiting for confirmation, his thumbing rubbing circles on the inside of your wrist.

"Lemme grab my stuff." It's impulsive but right now you don't really care, he seems to visibly relax, hand finally letting go of your, you turn around, walking straight towards the side doors, avoiding meeting eyes with your co-worker who is still covering your shift, hopefully she'll forgive you for the impromptu duties.

You don't bother changing our of your 'work' clothes, opting to just put on a pair of pants and a sweatshirt, shoving your cover up in your handbag. You turn around to leave the dressing room, strutted over to wear he was standing by the entrance.

"You could have waited outside, ya' know," you chimed, hands stalling as Bakugou leaned in to take your bag from your hand, glittery bag looking comical hanging on his shoulder.

"Had a word or two with yer' boss," he side-eyes you, opening a door wider, slowly nudging you out with a palm against your back.

"Hopefully you won't get me fired." You snickered, cheeks taking on a rosy hue as you both stepped out of the club, the cold air nipping at your skin, as you followed him to his car.

This was supposed to be part of something I wanna write in future...

[onmyyan]

Ain't no sunshine chapter 3

A/n: canon typical violence someone gets stabbed (not you) feedback is always welcome

The clock ticks in an uncomfortable rhythm, almost pounding in your ears, you swallow around nothing and try to take a deep breath, only a few more minutes now.

Sitting cross cross felt childish but you needed the comfort of being low to the ground, before you stood a proud grandfather clock, the thing always intimidated you for some reason, maybe it's because you could smell how expensive it was, how priceless, but it was the only room in the house you could guarantee would be free of any nuisances, aka your estranged family.

A lone little Debbie cupcake in hand, a candle in another, you stick the candle inside the soft flesh of the treat, lighting it with the silver zippo, the seconds begin to count down as the wax melts, today was your eighteenth birthday, and the day you'd find true freedom. A day you'd been waiting for since you'd decided to wash your hands of the Wayne's and all who associated with them.

Bruce had begun to add to his collection of broken people one by one a new face was added to the house, and one by one you were met with the same cold indifference.

Barbara Gordon came into your life warmly, on the arm of Dick, she was kind to you in the beginning, making a point to ask you questions and listening intently when you answered, immediately you admired the older woman, her charming grin and bright demeanor was like a light inside the house, until she became who you eventually discovered was Oracle, tied up in the world of heroes and monsters, she too joined the club of exclusion, unintentionally forgetting plans the two of you had made more often than not, sharing inside jokes with Dick about last night's patrol or even taking on a mentor role for Damian, each action like a stab to the heart.

The last straw felt like the smallest one. And it came in the form of Cassandra Cain.

The girl came to the family under reasons you couldn't know, but she was troubled, you could see the same look in her eyes you had when you looked in the mirror as a child, she didn't outright reject your friendship like Damian, but she was seemingly as disinterested in you as the rest of your family, the real kick to your heart came when you walked past a moment shared between her and Bruce, he was comforting her, you couldn't hear the words spoken but you could feel the love pouring from Bruce, how he had a gentle hand on her shoulder, showing her a kind of love he'd never once shown you.

It wasn't her fault and you held no grudge against her, but it still felt like a slap to the face, and every time you saw her, every time she followed them down to their little hiding spot, the acid-like sting deep in your chest got worse. It was then you made a promise to yourself, you'd stop trying, no more reaching out to Dick or praying Jason would message you back, no more begging for Tim's attention or Damian's respect, and you were sure as shit done asking Bruce to love you.

You're brought back to the present moment by the loud ring of the clock before you, the echoing sound brought a ear splitting grin to your face, finally, you were done.

Blowing out the candle, you toss it on the floor, standing with a pep in your step. You'd had your bags moved out days ago so the only thing left was to leave. A chatter could be heard the closer you got to the front door, male and female voices happily spoke with one another, but you were so unfazed, too excited about your current plans to care they'd gathered without you on your birthday.

"Oh hey (Y/n)" Dick says after spotting your form in the doorway, see the only reason you were here is because the dining room lead to the front door, and your new found freedom.

You nod at him, taking in the sight of popcorn and half empty pizza boxes, a movie projected on the wall, ah so they decided to have a little get together?

None of your concern.

"Sorry we didn't call you down, didn't realize you were home" Dick says a look of pity in his eyes, "do you want some?" It's almost said with a wince.

"Nah." Was your simple response, and with that you walked out of their door and lives.

You'd bought an apartment with your own money, you'd been working since you were fourteen, saving every penny for this moment exactly. It was in a shit part of town with an even shitter interior but it was yours and you loved it. Water dripped into a mostly full bucket in the corner, the lights took a full forty seconds to turn on and it reeked of old cigarettes.

Yet you couldn't wipe the smile off your face.

Feeling that euphoric rush had you buzzing all night, besides the bed in your room was, questionable to say the least, so you decided to stay up. Cleaning what you could with what you had made you feel even better, this terrible little space was all yours, no condescending people or assholes in sight.

Feeling hungry, you throw on a black puffer coat and a matching beanie and start to brave the Gotham cold. Each step is taken with a new gratitude, the farther you get from that family the better you feel.

Your happiness is pulled to a grinding halt by the sound of rapid footsteps behind you, without thinking you turn, fist balled tightly in perfect form, Patty would be proud if she saw the way you decked the bastard running up on you.

You nailed him right in the throat sending him to his knees, his knife cluttering to the ground before your feet, grabbing the weapon you point it down at his choking body, your hands still despite your rapid heartbeat. The wheezing man made a swipe at your ankles causing you to bring the knife down right into his shoulder, a scream rips though his throat, the adrenaline in your body has you running on autopilot.

Kicking him in the side of the head to quickly sprint to the corner store where you'd planned on going in the first place, your hands shake as you grab your food, but again, that smile stays on your face.

Not only had you moved out today, you'd proved to yourself you didn't need them for anything, not protection, not validation, nothing, it was like you could breathe again.

The next few weeks are business as usual at the manor, until Barbara looks at the calendar and realizes she'd, along with everyone, had forgotten your birthday. The guilt ate at her until she made her way to your room knocking softly, a cupcake in hand she called out, "(Y/n)? Listen I'm so sorry about your birthday, I got my dates mixed up." The lie came easy, but no response was heard, "I get if you're completely pissed at me, at us but-"

"Miss (L/n) has moved out."

"what? How is that possible we would have noticed her moving out." As if to prove Alfred wrong Barbara opens your door, only to find a barren room, empty of any signs of life. She turns to the older man, a thousand questions burning on her tongue, but he seemed to read her, "you'd be surprised what goes unnoticed in this house miss Gordon, have a good afternoon." He leaves her with this and it only makes the guilt and confusion worse.

She pulls out her phone scrolling to a number she hadn't used in a while, biting her thumb as it rings she's hoping you clear all her confusion when you answered, but you don't, instead an automated message tells her your phone has been disconnected. Now she begins to worry, you were so young, just barely an adult, the idea of you out on your own in Gotham had her heart sinking, clicking the family group chat she sends a message that will change everything.

"We need to talk about (Y/n)."

[batsyheere]

Phantom doesn't trust the Justice League as far as he could throw them- which was a weird statement to make considering, so he might as well say he did not trust them.

First there had been the attempt to exorcise him. That had been done with some very obviously coerced members of Dark, who had eventually been stopped by a panicked Constantine who Phantom now had weekly tea with. (Because Danny needed more ways to defend himself outside of his ghostly abilities, and especially with the attention of the JL now focused on him. Constantine had not put up much of a fight, especially after that incident.)

Following that had been the JL's attempt at peacemaking and finally handling the Anti-Ecto Acts- which had simply sped up the work that Team Phantom had been working on since the majority of their group hit 17 and the threats were more human than ghost. Taking credit for the years of activism and appeal Team Phantom had already made efforts in had soured whatever they wished to gain.

Offering him a place within the teams of Young Justice or the Titans had been another layer of insult when they tried to pressure him into some sort of mentorship- Phantom very much was insulted by the implications that he needed any such help after the years of being left to fend for himself. And the implications that they thought they could control and observe him now.

The final straw was their invitation to join the Justice League itself.

"I don't know about you," Phantom drawls, tone almost apathetic as his head leans against his fist. He was hovering in the air, sat back in a pose his little sister often called his "I'm dealing with idiots and politics" posture. "But if I've repeatedly rejected and ignored an individual who asked for help, then ignored their requests to leave them be... well, I wouldn't assume they would wish to join your club and be pleased by it."

"King Phantom," Wonder Woman begins, one of the few who actually had any sense. She looks exhausted.

Another member, one of the Green Lanterns whose names Danny couldn't be bothered with after some rather volatile debates with the dead of Oa, cuts her off.

"Look, kid, you're being offered something most other heroes only dream of being offered-"

"Most other people have to be recommended or apply to join the League, or otherwise be ignored and left to handle situations such as a chunk of the Midwest sinking into the Infinite Realms through the directions of a tyrannical conqueror seeking to gain access to the mortal world."

Silence. There were a few winces, as well as a few heroes who were glancing nervously towards Superman who was frowning.

"Look, we've obviously made mistakes-" the man in blue begins. Phantom cuts him short as well.

"A mistake is dismissing a call about ghosts as a prank," he states. "A mistake is making assumptions based off the research of science and believing it to be true."

He sat up, crown flaring above his head with frost as the temperature in the room dropped.

"What you have done is blatantly allow a government to persecute and prepare acts of genocide, while ignoring the evidence and pleas of the people you swear to protect. You then proceed to ignore the word of those who have stood the line of defence and resolve the matter without any representation of the voices that fought long enough to be heard."

"What would you have us do."

It was Batman who spoke up. While not his favorite member of the League, Phantom could appreciate the fact that the man had been left out of most of the formal decision making on these matters- even Amity Park had heard of the strange mass outbreak of Arkham residents spilling into Gotham- something that had not happened in quite a while. It had kept Batman and his associate busy enough to keep away from League business, in an effort to keep the chaos contained to Gotham's borders.

But Batman had many issues and Phantom had very little care for them.

"At this time? Move on. The situation is handled, and those who have not screwed up diplomatic matters are informed and may keep contact. We want no further ties to the Justice League or it's members at this time."

[lavenderprose]

Here's an idea I'm rotating:

At some point Rook has to go somewhere on Important Hero Business (There's an I Saved The World Club meeting happening at Skyhold or something) and Emmrich has to go to the Necropolis on Professor Business and as they're packing Emmrich's just like, "Oh and don't forget to take Johanna."

Rook, eyes bugging out of her head: WHOSMT.

Emmrich explains that he doesn't want to leave her alone in the dark for however long they're both gone (Because he's very soft-hearted about his friend, even still) but it's SUCH A BAD IDEA to take her to the Necropolis. Any number of looney toons ass hijinks could ensue if the half-lich skull of a former necromancer gets near all that raw spirit energy.

So Rook takes Johanna to Skyhold and sets her on the dresser in the guest suite and they glare at each other for a good long while.

"I hate you," Rook tells her, matter of factly. "You tried to kill my boyfriend. Multiple times."

"If that coward Volkarin would take me to the Necropolis, I would try again," Johanna sneers.

Rook groans and massages her temples and ignores the fact that she feels both hungry and nauseous at the same time. "Shut up. Maker, just shut up. Why shouldn't I throw you off the side of the castle?"

"Because you can't throw hard enough," Johanna croons. "And your precious Emmrich would be so sad, because he's a sentimental old fool and--"

Rook doesn't throw Johanna, but she does throw a pillow AT Johanna, and she goes toppling off the dresser and into the floor.

"YOU STUPID HARPY," Johanna howls. "If you crack my skull, the vessel will be compromised and my consciousness will be set adrift!"

"Good!" Rook says. "You're a crazy old bitch and you should have died when we killed you!"

"That's rich, coming from a Necropolis reject! Poor little orphan never had a father, so she spreads her legs for the first milquetoast Necromancer who looks at her twice."

"You don't know anything about Emmrich and I," Rook seethes. The window out to the courtyard is looking very appealing indeed. Johanna might even enjoy the sensation of wind against her eye sockets as she went whirling to the ground.

"I know enough," Johanna snorts. "How that decrepit old ponce even managed to knock you up, I'll never understand."

"WHAT," Rook howls.

"Oh, as if you thought I wouldn't be able to tell! I'm a woman too; I may have never had children, but I know what it looks like, if only to better avoid it! Why are you on the floor. Why are you CRYING."

After a few moments of dawning horror, Johanna says, "Did you...truly not know?" When Rook just hides her face in her hands and continues sobbing, Johanna says, "Oh, you stupid girl," but it's...strangely gentle.

[maacbrem]

Thinking about Lieve’tel and Bertrand and crying at the club

She’s off putting and she knows it, knows that she moves a bit too carefully to seem entirely natural and when she speaks there’s an unearthly resonance to her voice and when she closes her eyes she sees all the threads of the world converging into warp and weft. She’s seen generations pass her by while she remains unchanged, her goddess’s voice and silence guiding her onwards, and she knows when people look at her they reject what they can’t understand. The Champion left behind his family to serve the Matron, and she takes it as her duty to watch over them even when they insult, demean, mock and dismiss her (even when they watch her back in battle and allow her to guard theirs in turn, which for warrior folk like them is as good as a declaration of care even as they refuse to meet her eyes or hold her gaze too long in a challenge she won’t answer).

And Bertrand is… normal. Ordinary. Unremarkable until he opens his mouth, and prone to sticking his foot there. He’s an aging human enamoured with the idea of being not a hero, per se, but a heroic figure. The dream of a legacy drives him. He learned to duel in fencing clubs but his first real fight was a half-drunken brawl to reclaim a bard’s stolen tips. He has a sense of righteousness but doesn’t always act on it and the older he gets the more frightened he is of dying without meaning. He makes her laugh, and then he does it again on purpose, and he keeps doing it for as long as they spend together.

She makes time for him when he’s in Vasselheim, usually scouting out the up-and-coming young adventuring parties that make their way through the city because he wants to be a mentor but hasn’t quite figured out what he has to offer yet. He attends services and makes offerings and lets her unpick his tangled anxieties about what comes after. They get thirty years in intervals of hours to weeks, and they’re not exclusive - neither of them is ever in a place to make promises they don’t really need - but they keep circling back to each other.

She knows she’s going to lose him and he knows she’s already mourning him. He gives her a bell for her prayer beads and she passes on the name of an old supplicant with a bloody past who might have work that suits him in Marquet. When he dies, she knows he’s gone before she wakes that morning. When the world is poised to end, she puts herself on the line with his token in hand because it is her duty and her honor, and because Bertrand once said that to be remembered well is to be immortal without cost, and what they had might not have been love but it was important.

[roturo]

LIKE CRAZY - dick grayson x f!reader

① NEW REQUEST FROM ANONYMOUS!: bestfriends into lovers.

→ summary: Being friends with a beautiful and smart guy like Dick had you like crazy. Plenty of girls would be asking for his number, or a date with him. But all of them got rejected by him, why? well, because he only had eyes for you.

→ warnings: SMUT. p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), use of nicknames (sweetheart, princess, baby, good girl, etc), teasing, jealous!dick, insecure reader, possessive behavior, reader is mentioned as part of the og titans, kinda of stalker/pervert behavior, size kink.

TUMBLR IS BASED ON A REBLOG SYSTEM. PLEASE REBLOG MY WORK. THANK YOU. ENJOY. SMUT BELOW THE CUT.

Being friends with Dick Grayson wasn't easy. You spent many nights of your life waiting for him to come back from patrol and heal any wound he came back with. As much you tried to stay away from any of the heroes things since the originals Titans dissolved, somehow he always found a way to make you follow him in every new adventure he found. Even if this meant to never becoming a normal person with a normal job, normal clothes, or normal dates.

Dick wouldn't describe himself as a pervert. Yeah, he has his... problems. But a pervert? Haha, no. Watching you from a distance through your windows from your apartment isn't being a pervert... a stalker? well...

He wouldn't lie he felt his bottom part of his suit getting tighter every time he saw you by accident, ACCIDENT, changing clothes, or going out after a shower in just some tiny panties looking for some shirt he left in your house to wear with no bra.

But this night? Oh this night was different. You were getting extra ready. Were you going to text him to go out? Come to your place?

And don't get him wrong, he's not in love with you. Possessive? Well, maybe. Someone had to keep an eye on you.

He's been quite busy getting the Titans together again in some way, taking care of Rachel, dealing whatever is going on with Kory, and well, Deathstroke.

And maybe he's a little upset and maybe mad at the fact you wouldn't come back to help him with Deathstroke, but he has the other Titans right? This was only part of one of his problems.

But you weren't as selfish as him, you get worried about your friends, and usually ask them how's everything going. And that also included a very descriptive situationship of Dick and Kory for your taste.

So he's finding someone new, that's okay! You can't deny every since you met Dick, you had a tiny whiny little crush on him. How couldn't you? You both have been friends since you were little kids, you were always together, had helped the other in the toughest situations...

So, what a other better way to move on than meeting someone new? This new guy was kind, funny, nice looking, maybe not as handsome as Dick, but passable, he might not be as intelligent as Dick, or as protective and fit as him, but knowing that your crush might get with someone prettier, stronger, than you, had you like crazy.

You can hear the voices in your head trying to get the pressure off you as quickly as possible in some bad ways, but you couldn't let yourself do something bad or that would affect Dick in some way.

New guy invited you to some new club in the city, you were getting ready to get lost in the lights and drunk in the dance, you got this new Cetacean blue tiny dress, which you called ¨nightwing blue¨ since it reminded you of him. Last touches of makeup and you were ready to go out. And just in time, your date knocked on the door.

When Dick saw you getting out of your room a little too excited for his liking, he got.. worried? jealous?... you were probably going out with some friends.

¨Oh¨ Were the words that left his mouth when he saw you opening the door and smiling to new guy. When did you met new guy? You never told him about him. Quickly he got his phone out and took a picture of new guy for some... future research. Right now he had another problem to deal with.

¨Sorry, wait for me a minute i'm going for my phone¨ You told him while going back to your room, but when you came back, you never expected seeing Dick coming out of your bathroom in some pajamas he probably left one day in your apartment, with a short glance before he closed the door you could see his suit somewhere in the floor of your bathroom.

¨Babe? Is this your new friend you talked me about? The gay one?¨ Were the first words he left while going close to the door and looking at your date, with a devil grin in his face he got behind you wrapping his arms in your waist in a possessive way. To say you were shocked was little, same to your now ex-date.

¨I'm sorry new friend, but me and my girlfriend have some things to talk and figure out. Maybe next time you can go out with her. If there´s a next time.¨ The last words were barely loud enough for you to hear when he closed the door extending his arm while not letting you go in a no so calm way.

What. The. Fuck.

¨Yeah, I should ask you that too¨ You didn't realized you said it out loud. ¨What are you doing here Dick?¨ Was your first of many questions, but to say the big bump you started feeling at the back of your low back wasn't making you giddy, had you wondering if all this was a dream.

¨Claiming what's mine.¨ He answered to your question, turning you around, looking at your small figure and doe eyes full of pure confusion had his pants getting tighter around his cock. ¨When you were telling me you had this new friend princess?¨ He said, moving his hand to your face, tilting your chin to a side with one of his fingers. ¨He's not a friend.¨ You told him, assuring him he's no longer a friend, knowing how Dick is, you recognized the darkness in his eyes, but also you think you're getting crazy because you swear you can see a pint of lust in his eyes. But you guess Dick didn't got your clarification as how you meant it, since he pushed you to the wall, caging you with his arms.

¨Oh, so he's not a friend? What is he then?¨ He looked at you, eyes now full of just lust, devouring every inch of your body, waiting for a word that would let him in and make you his. ¨He's nothing now.¨ you told him, locking eyes with him, is like he read your thoughts, both of you wanted it to happen and it did.

¨Good girl.¨ The last words that left his mouth when he started kissing you, it's like both of you were waiting for this moment to happen because the kiss was full of passion. You could feel his smile while kissing you, with a small bite of your lower lip that made you let out a small whine, he started kissing your neck, every time going lower and making sure to leave a bruise that will turn purple by tomorrow. ¨You don't know how much I missed you princess¨

His words made your legs weaker, and a wet feeling became stronger going down your thighs. His hand started going towards that place were you needed friction, and when you felt his fingers playing with your panties a small moan left your mouth. ¨Oh sweetheart... all wet for me. Just for me right?¨ He pinched your clit with his thumb and index finger making you squint and give small nods to him. ¨Words baby, I need words.¨ He started playing with your clit, his mouth not leaving your neck.

¨Dick... Please...¨ You said, putting each hand of yours in his shoulders for support. ¨What do you want princess?¨ His hands moving your underwear to the side, getting his fingers wet thanks to your fluids. ¨I need you Dick¨ You moaned at the movement of his fingers playing with your hole, clenching around nothing.

¨Where do you need me baby?... Here¨ He introduced one finger into your needy hole, making you leave a loud moan. ¨Here?¨ His finger moved towards your clit, playing with it. ¨Or... Here?¨ He introduced his wet finger into your mouth, making you taste yourself at which you gratefully sucked his finger. ¨Everywhere, I need you everywhere.¨

With no more words needed he unlaced his sweatpants, taking his cock out, an angry reddish tip needy for attention was leaking pre-cum, ready to be introduced to your as equal needy cunt.

He turned you around, with no care, he broke your panties in the need of freeing your cunt. Your hands looking for support got into the wall, the cold breeze of air feeling your cunt, got you needier. ¨Can you please just fuck me Dick?¨ You said, moving your hips backwards looking for some friction of any kind. ´´Greedy, aren't we?¨ He chuckled at you being this impatient for him. Never in a thousand times, he though he would have accepted his feelings for you. But almost loosing you to another man, had him like crazy.

So with no time wasted, he inserted himself into you, making you moan at the process, Dick threw all his self-control and started thrusting into you. All you could say was small mumbles of his name and words like ¨more¨ ¨faster¨ ¨harder¨

Like if the feeling of his cock inside of you wasn't enough one of his hands moved all the way down until he found your clit and started playing with it. You were sure the other hand who was supporting you by grabbing you by your hips was going to lease some bruise tomorrow.

¨This pussy is all mine. No one's else, all mine now love.¨The last four words were said each by one hard thrust into you, perfectly touching your g-spot with each one. ¨You´re all mine now sweetheart. I won't let anyone else have you.¨

His words and the sound of skins slapping made you dizzy enough for your vision to start turning blurry, the pleasure becoming too much for you, your climax came like a rollercoaster. But that didn't stopped him, it made him even more desirable of having you all for him. You didn't think his thrusts would become faster or harder but oh boy... the did.

And that didn't stopped you for coming again, clenching his cock with a loud moan when your liquids started going out of you. You squirted all over him and it felt so good. That brought Dick over the edge and made him cum. Giving some last hard thrusts into you to deposit all of him, he just smiled while giving you little pecks in your neck and back.

¨I love you.¨

He hugged you, ¨And i'm sorry this is the way you're finding out, but I couldn't stand seeing you getting ready for another man that isn't me¨ He turned you around, the lost of the feeling of him inside you made you whine.

Inserting his cock again into his pants, and adjusting your dress, he gave you another kiss, this one full of pure and sincere love, his eyes no longer full of lust but now full of passion.

¨So you were stalking me?¨ You said between a giggle, which turned into a small laugh when you saw his face turning into shock and his ears getting red. It's like you didn't know he was watching you almost everynight getting ready for bed, and maybe some nights you gave him a show of your naked body.

¨Uh...No?¨ Was all he could say before you kissed him again and laughed at his shyness of being discovered.

You were sure this guy was the love of your life.

[1-800-local-slut]

Hello ☺️ , I wanted to request if you could please do a miraculous holder reader but she uses both the ladybug and black cat miraculous (like hero name lady noire) in invincible. She is what the invincible universe needs like do you see the amount of damage those heroes and villains be doing to the planet . Ciecil is thanking the heavens everyday that she exists . Mark inlove with her hero identity while she's inlove with his normal identity (basically marinette and Adrian ) . Obviously later on they're discover each others identities and date . They would be such a cute couple together . Omg 🤩🥰😍 Mark needs a lady noire in his life , girlboss there keeping him grounded in his most struggling times .

This is such a fun request omg! Thank you so much for this ask, I love it. I broke this up into separate parts to kind of give examples of your relationship with Mark. Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy!

Mark Grayson x Black! Miraculous-holder! Reader!

Warnings: Swearing, it's long but skip to the middle for the reveal if you want to skip all the back story and stuff between them

Notes: I couldn't do the whole 'shy reader whose pathetically obsessed', and I wanted to explore a different character dynamic. Popular girl x nerdy guy type of thing but I've never done it before, so I was excited to take this opportunity.

Also this took me three days but I couldn't figure out a solid plot so I decided to do headcanons so I hope that's okay baby 😭😭😭

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🐞So for starters, you two are dumb as hell.

🐞 Just silly as hell actually

🐞 You two start out normal, just two heros who have seen each other in passing

🐞 Mark actually liked you wayyy before he got his powers. He had tik tok edits saved of you, he could've been the president of your fan club tbh!

🐞 But Mark never thought he would really get a chance with you considering he was just some guy. You were Lady Noire, he was just Mark who worked at BurgerMart for 14 dollars an hour.

🐞You liked Mark. Mark was sweet, he was funny, he saw you as a person. You were one of those girls who lights up a room. You're a star in real life. Everyone knew you, but no one knew you. Mark didn't treat you differently because of who you were. He wasn't overly desperate to please you and that made you feel seen

🐞 There was like a loneliness, a chasm between you and all your peers. Like yeah, you're awesome. You're pretty, charismatic, self-confident, mature. But that made it so hard to make real friends. Because almost every other girl you'd interacted with seemed to try and mirror those qualities but didn't realize you were just a girl like them

🐞 Only two people treated you like a normal girl. Mark, and your ride-or-die friend Diamond. Diamond was basically a reflection of you. She was like your sister almost, except you two looked nothing alike. Except for the same dark skin and massive amount of hair you two looked so different it was a little impressive.

🐞 But Diamond wasn't just your best friend because everyone knew you two, but no one truly knew who you were inside. No, she was your best friend because she kept it real. One thing for certain, two things for sure, Diamond was gone keep it real with you

🐞 She was the only one who knew you were Lady Noire, serving as your girl in the chair. In addition, she was your personal advice machine even when you didn't ask for it because she was entirely correct.

🐞So when you told her that your hero partner, Invincible, asked you out she was already planning the wedding! Until you told her that you actually rejected him for Mark. Then she just rolled over in your bed and went to sleep.

🐞 Woke up a few hours later to yell at you.

"You need to either ask him out or move on, what the fuck. You just got asked out by the finest dude in the city."

"Diamond please. I don't even know the man! But I know Mark."

"You and Mark have been friends for like five years and you and Invincible have been working together for like a year now!"

"Okay, so, let me get this straight. You want me to give up on the guy I've liked for five years for a guy I've known a year? Invincible can't ever know my identity! How would that relationship work?" She was right and you knew it. You moved the container of wingstop off the bed before you rolled over and laid comfortably under your sheets. Diamond was on her feet, ranting at your stupidity with her voice getting louder.

"YES! What, girl yes! Give up. Give up or ask him out. Okay, you liked him for five years and ain't shit happened so what are you talking about. Notice how you said 'guy I've liked' not your man or nothing. How are you being this loyal to a man who sees you as a friend and changes in front of you because he doesn't see you like that?

And maybe you and Invincible can get to know each other? Like what are you doing?"

"Why are you yelling at me?!" You cried, hiding under a pillow in shame. She was right. You needed to make a move because that was getting so embarrassing.

"Because! You're busy, you have a lot going on right? So, you know that and you're refusing to do shit about how you feel about Mark because you don't want to handle it. But then all you do is moan about how much you like him. It's not healthy for you girl, and I know you want someone. I hate seeing you kill yourself like this."

Her thighs appeared next to your face, the smell of your body wash permeating off her skin. Like a sad puppy, you looked for comfort in your best friend. Resting your head on her thigh, you let out a sigh.

"I don't need a man, I have you."

With a chuckle, Diamond tied her hair up for bed and wrapped the band of her wig around her hair for bed.

"I love dick too much, sorry."

🐞 But like always she was right. You couldn't risk ruining your friendship with Mark though.

🐞 You moved on. A boy named Carlos, who never questioned your absences or sudden disappearances. He just trusted you and that was so important.

🐞 Lady Noire and Invincible were still America's favorite couple no matter how clear you made that was not the case.

🐞 He still cracked corny jokes, he still protected you when he could, but after another suggestive hangout offer you made it clear.

"It's not like I don't like you. You're a really really cool guy. But I have a boyfriend, and I don't think he'd take kindly to us having rooftop dinners all alone. You're a really good friend to me. I don't want to fuck that up. You're an awesome partner; I don't want to fuck that up either."

"No, I get it. I know things have been weird since I confessed but you're a good friend to me too. I'm not trying to ruin things or piss you off. Just being friends. Plus, I'm too good looking to be the other man. I respect your relationship because I respect you." A pinky was extended, and you locked your fingers in just to be safe.

🐞 From there you two were back to normal. After battle hugs, fist bumps, working together seamlessly. But things were now weird in your personal life.

🐞 The more time that you did spend with Invincible, the more old feelings surged up. Old feelings for Mark. That same fluttery feeling in your chest, the way anything he does just makes you happy to see.

🐞 And outside of you refusing to explore the possibility of liking Invincible, in real life your friend Mark was having some issues. He had his girlfriend, Amber. Cool girl, honestly really fun and you love hanging with her. But your boyfriend was so not a fan of Mark.

🐞 Carlos was actually a really cool dude. That's why you liked him. He went to a different school for starters, part of the appeal. But you're already a pretty high energy person. Carlos gives you the space to be calm and collected. He helps redirect that hyper energy somewhere else, he's even been teaching you how to play the guitar

🐞 But something about Mark he just did not like. He didn't like how Mark looked at you (Mark loves his girlfriend), he didn't like how Mark laughs at your jokes (everyone laughs, you're just naturally funny), he didn't like how you and Mark seem to have the same interest (you've been friends for half a decade, of course you like the same shit), he doesn't even like when Mark likes your IG story, let alone views it.

🐞 No matter what, he just didn't like him, and all that insecure jealousy was just...ew. So things just didn't work out.

🐞Diamond rejoiced that night. Real shit, she jumped for joy. Because apparently, she never liked Carlos.

🐞 But life goes on. Mark, Diamond and Amber were there for you, you were still Lady Noire and you were still kicking ass.

🐞 Except now your stupid heart kept jumping around Invincible.

🐞 He gave you butterflies no matter the situation. Even if he just offered to fly home with you while you swung through the city, you still got butterflies. But no way were you about to confess to the guy you already rejected.

🐞 He even covers his eyes if you needed to de-transform for the sake of protecting your identity.

🐞 Things were going fine. In your personal life, you just went about your normal business. You ignored your feelings for Invincible. You and your friends were enjoying the last year of high school as much as possible

🐞 It wasn't until one day where things got weird.

🐞 Specifically, you and Mark had study plans. He and Amber had long since broken up ever since that Viltrumite chick tried to snap her neck. In the past few months, Amber became the third person to you and Diamond, and you still remember how hard she sobbed when you and Diamond slept over afterward

🐞 You and Mark had study plans, so imagine your surprise when Invincible flew into your best friend's bedroom

🐞 Debbie loves you btw, you're one of Mark's oldest friends. She makes deserts you like if you're coming by for dinner

🐞 But she let you in, you sat on Mark's bed playing a game on your phone before Invincible flew in like it was nothing, mask in hand.

Pure silence, y'all sat in pure silence just staring at each other. How did you not realize? It was so obvious! They even had the same haircut.

"DUDE WHAT?!" You exclaimed in shock.

"SHHHHH! What are you doing here?!"

"Trying to study and graduate! You're Invincible?! How did I not see that!"

As you tried to swallow the news, you realized something else: if Mark was Invincible, and Invincible had feelings for Lady Noire but you are Lady Noire, and Lady Noire has feelings for Invincible, and you liked Mark...oh man this has been a massive waste of time

So much time. Just wasted when it was so simple from the beginning. And would you believe another stupid thing happened?

Your purse was left open on the bed, when you jumped to your feet guess what spilled out. Your ring. The earrings always stayed secured in your ears for quick transformations, but a ring was the easiest thing to put on. Plus, you didn't want to draw suspicion by wearing a very identifiable ring.

The same ring that almost gets stolen from you regularly by crazy villains attempting to harness your powers of creation and destruction. PLUS, the last place anyone expected it to be your purse.

The same ring that Mark Invincible took one look at before he said

"There's no fucking way."

You turned, attempting to follow his eyes with confusion until your eyes landed on the silver band. You felt your eyes go wide in terror as Mark put the pieces together.

"NO!" You shrieked, diving for the ring. Only for Mark to remind you that he's actually a superhero.

"YOU'RE JOKING! YOU'RE LADY NOIRE? HOW DID I MISS THAT I SEE YOU EVERYDAY!"

"Well, I see you every day and didn't know you were Invincible, so I guess we're both stupid!" You lunged for your ring back, jumping on the bed as he floated higher and held the ring from your reach.

"I need that back." You bit out.

"I need some answers." He responded, palming your face while he inspected the ring.

"Well I have some questions." You shot back.

After a stare down, you both sat down. He sat in his desk chair, tossing the ring back to you and you folded your legs onto his bed.

You both stared at each other in silence.

"So-." You both began then quieted down.

"Okay. So. I'm Lady Noire. You're Invincible. We have been working together this entire time and didn't know."

"Yes."

More silence. Did you say it? Did you dance around it? A little voice in your head started to speak. The voice of Diamond actually. Saying 'ask about it, stop being pussy. ask him ask him ask him, girl what is wrong with you?'. So, you took a deep breath and did what every girl has done at some point. You channeled your bestie.

"You confessed your feelings to me. I rejected you because I liked someone else."

He gritted his teeth and nodded. His suit had a rip in it, probably from whatever superhero business he had to tend too.

"Yes."

"Okay. So, the guy I liked was you. I liked you. For a few years. You confessed to me, but we didn't know each other enough. I have a crush on Invincible, which I guess is you. I just wanted to tell you. I don't know where you're at. You're flirty in costume, I did not reciprocate because like I said I had really deep feelings for you."

"Had?" His brows furrowed, tongue poked out to lick his lip as he leaned back in his chair.

You shrugged, your shoulders. As nonchalant as you looked, you were actually melting on the inside.

"I had to move on. Nothing was happening. You got with Amber. I knew you didn't feel the same."

"...I only did that because I really liked you. Or Lady Noire or however we're addressing this. I thought I had no chance, because you already rejected me. I still do have feelings for you. I just thought after everything you weren't interested, and you told me you and your boyfriend broke up and then I was like 'woah, my best friend and her boyfriend just broke up and my girlfriend and I called it quits.' so I figured heart break was just going around."

"Okay. Cool. Cool cool cool cool. So, this was a big ass waste of time, and we could've been together this entire time?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah. So I'm gonna head home, I'll see you in school."

🐞 From sheer awkwardness you transformed before you swung out of the window and all the way home. Until Diamond and Amber came over with a stolen bottle of wine and three glasses.

"Okay...I don't have the emotional strength to respond." Diamond sighed, reclining on a bean bag in her pajamas. She was always down for an impromptu sleep over.

"I do! I say go for it. I don't care." The thing you loved about Amber was that he was smart. She was smart as hell. Smart enough to see you were on the fence considering you two were bffs and it was chicks before dicks forever.

"You don't?!" You and Diamond exclaimed in disbelief.

"No. Mark and I were trying to make it work but it just wasn't working. But you fit into his world perfectly. That's the best thing about y'all. You two can understand each other. Plus, I have my lil college boo."

"Oh yeahhh. What's his name? Kenneth? Kelvin?" You guessed, brain trying to remember the guy you met weeks ago. Diamond looked at the ceiling, trying to recall the mans name.

"Kyle."

"Right. Okay so, you have Amber's vote. I don't even care to yell at you anymore and it wouldn't help right now. You have our support, Mark likes you, you like him. What's stopping you this time?" Diamond asked, swirling her glass and taking a small sip.

"Well..." You began only to be cut off by a loud 'UGHHHHH' by your girlfriends.

"I don't have all night; I'm going to BED." Diamond huffed, pulling on her bonnet and downing the rest of the white wine.

"No wait! Okay, so now I'm not sure how to go about this. I just feel like I don't know where to go from here. Like do I ask him out? Does he ask me out? What do I-" A knock on the glass cut you off. More like the noise of little consecutive knocks then a loud object colliding with your window. You snapped around quickly, opening the window.

You caught a rock just a centimeter from colliding with your face. Looking down you saw Mark being held in place by a red-haired man. Mark tried to escape without causing the man bodily harm but froze the moment he realized you already opened your window.

"HEY! ARE YOU THE GIRL MY FRIEND WON'T SHUT UP ABOUT?!"

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!

"YEAH, IT'S YOU. LISTEN, MARK WANTS TO KNOW IF YOU'RE HIS GIRLFRIEND NOW."

"You're joking!" Amber and Diamond cackled from behind you. Your face burned as you looked at the red-haired man. For a second it sounded like Rex but that couldn't be. Rex didn't even know where you lived. That's what you told yourself to convince yourself this didn't really happen. "UH...WHAT?"

"DATE MY FRIEND! HE LOVES YOU!"

"Okay! Goodnight girls, we're leaving now." Mark's face turned bright red before he finally freed himself. Then with a gust of wind Mark and his friend were gone.

"Wait before you say anything-"

A video from her phone began to play. Your own voice yelled out 'WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!' and you realized that they caught part of that on video.

"Dude we have to drive by his house and just scream 'she said yes' for like an hour." Amber suggested before the two girls went back to cackling. You still hadn't moved from the window.

The cold December wind blew through your braids, and a warm feeling settled over your chest. This wasn't even embarrassing. Mark loved you.

🐞 From there, you had no more time for over thinking. It's been six years at this point, there's no more time to continue this back and forth. You liked Mark, just Mark for five. And for the last year you liked him along with Invincible. Over half a decade, that's just shamefu

🐞 The next time you saw Mark it was at Gaurdian's HQ, where Cecil was in a nice enough mood to give a Christmas bonus.

🐞 You get a bigger one because you save the GDA so much money in clean up

🐞 You decided there was no more beating around the bush. You couldn't afford to be emotionally closed off like always. You couldn't be sly and seductive like Amber. Once again it was time to channel Diamond.

While everyone mingled around HQ and exchanged gifts, you stood right in front of Mark where he sat on a couch reading a Christmas card.

"Are you my boyfriend now?"

"Huh?"

"Do you want to be my boyfriend now? Yes or no."

"Yes."

"Okay. Good job, you have a girlfriend now. You picked the right choice." Then you went to the bathroom to stop yourself from throwing up. Your palms were sweating, your head was spinning. But you did it! You bagged the man you always wanted and didn't fumble this time. Give yourself a round of applause!

🐞 You guy are a pretty normal couple

🐞 He loves you. Like when you guys were just friends he already had less boundaries. Like sitting on your lap, eating your food, simple stuff. But as your boyfriend the man doesn't understand personal space

🐞 Always touching. In battle? He's floating near you or leaning on you. In school? The man doesn't care if you're with your friends, he's gonna come kiss you

🐞 You two spent enough time together as Invincible and Lady Noire

🐞 Y'all make everyone physically sick with how perfect you guys are.

🐞 Mark loved Lady Noire before he loved you so he's always getting flustered. You say something cool in battle? He's having a heart attack. When you do that one move he loves? Someone carry him away. When you two are just chilling and recalls how you used your lucky charm yesterday? He's climbing on top of you and squeezing you with love

🐞 He still watches edits of you

🐞 He's also very ticklish by the way. So yeah, just know when he's being clingy and you need him off just tickle him until he runs out of steam and has to calm down.

🐞 He flies you everywhere. One time he flew you around so much you forgot how to use your staff and yo-yo, and you had to stop

🐞 Especially after that clip went viral of you losing your balance on your own staff and slipping off. The Mauler Twins pointed and laughed at you, and you ended up maneuvering a bus at them

🐞 Also late snack runs! Mark would do anything for you but he prefers to do it with you. He can fight alone but he wants to do it with you. He can go to the store at 10 o clock alone but guess what? He wants to do it with you. He'll actively wait for you, no matter what you're doing or how long it takes you to wake up and get dressed he will wait

🐞 You like to take care of him. Your man has been through so much. He deserves to be spoiled.

🐞 He's weak for massages. You'll give him foot rubs, back rubs. He melts under your touch, sometimes not realizing how tired he was until he got the chance to relax

🐞 You've always imagined being able to be with him. Just to lay with him, in his hoodie. Doing nothing just scrolling on your phones. Maybe snacking on some ice cream, getting to smell Mark and it not be weird

🐞 You can finally stop holding back. You're just as crazy about Mark. You can jump on him in a hug and sniff him. You can play with his hair. You can hold hands and cuddle while he's shirtless.

🐞 Speaking on Mark shirtless.

🐞 Okay, after a while Mark understood just how crazy you were over him considering it's been a few years of you silently pinning

🐞 So pretty soon he wasn't shocked by you biting him. But you discovered something you didn't even know you wanted. You licked his abs once and never went back

🐞 He woke up one day from a nap with you. You weren't beside him, you weren't on his chest, you somehow got under the sheets and had your head laid up on his rock hard abs. You had the happiest smile on your face too. The picture is still his favorite thing.

🐞 You squealed in happiness the first time he caught you staring and said you could touch. Then he couldn't get your hand off and he's just been amused since then.

🐞 But he's the same way with your legs, so he has no room to judge

🐞 When Mark starts to forget he needs balance you're right there

🐞 You have the powers of creation and destruction, literally you balance everything. When he gets in his own head, you're there to pull him out. To remind him that he has a life to live.

🐞 You take him on little errands with you to appreciate the mundane stuff and keep his mind off whatever was threatening the universe

🐞 Buying toothpaste, going with you to the dentist, grocery shopping with you and your mom. The boring shit really.

🐞 Just all the little shit.

🐞 Mark helps take some things off your plate. Between school, being a superhero, maintaining a social life, you were busy

🐞 He does anything to help. Taking your car to the car wash, cooking for you when you're exhausted, and just holding you until you're fast asleep

🐞 You observe everything about Mark. Not in a creepy way, more in a 'my boyfriend liked this snack, I will remember it.' then you get that snack for him again

🐞 Mark is the same

🐞 He's also your biggest hype man! Taking pictures of you, helping you train, helping you pick hair and nails

🐞 You like to trust fall. It scares him so bad, you always pick some place high. He knows you can catch yourself but he's still terrified when he sees you free falling while giggling through the air

🐞 Overall, it took a long ass time for y'all to get it together, but y'all made it. You don't have to hide your feelings for him. You can be a little freak whenever you want. Hug up on him alll you want.

🐞 Mark loved you and Lady Noire now, the same way you love Mark and Invincible. But you might love Mark just a little more.

[singto-prachaya]

Looks like Chalarm and James are shooting pilot for a book adaption of Teach Me Touch Me

The hero (Kantee), 34 years old, is the owner of a luxury imported car showroom who often goes to his close friend's club after work. He is also a special customer who holds a VIP card of the club that can use the fifth-floor room if he likes someone and takes them up to get to know them more deeply. One day, the hero, who does everything normally, deals with a familiar person to a fifth-floor room. But suddenly, the person who opens the door to the room is the main character, a fourth-year student with an innocent face (Gear), who keeps apologizing for walking into the wrong room. When Kantee sees this behavior, he is worried that someone is tricking this child into going up to the fifth floor. So he asks him questions and finds out that Gear went up to the fifth floor willingly. But because of his nervousness, he goes into the wrong room. The hero suggests walking back to the room. But suddenly, Gear says that he doesn't want to leave this room anymore. The hero, who can tell what the young man in front of him is trying to convey, asks him what he can do. But the answer he gets is disappointing because Gear has zero experience in bed. Kantee immediately refuses because he looks innocent. Not being good at bed is not my type at all, even though Gear begged him to teach me. Several days later, the two met again. Kanthi saw Gear kissing a man awkwardly as if forced. Immediately, he felt annoyed. Kanthi took Gear away from that man and asked until he found out that Gear was learning to have fun like other people for some reason. He wanted to change himself to be more colorful than the plainness he used to be. The attraction that arose made Kanthi teach Gear to kiss. He didn't know that the innocence and awkwardness that he had rejected was the most attractive and interesting thing. Everything started to go too far. Kanthi offered to teach Gear about bed and after that, everything was an important lesson that Gear learned to his heart's content. It made Kanthi unable to withdraw. And the reason why Gear wanted to learn about bed urgently was going to bring some problems to Kanthi.

There seems to be an eng trans okayed by the writer:

Please I'll watch anything with them as the leads

[azari-31]

All my secrets away - Joaquin Torres x fem!OC

Summary: When Joaquin was transported to the hospital, Izzy found herself at a crossroads. Would she run, as she always had? Or would she finally admit her feelings and stay?

Word count: 2700

Warnings: none :) maybe a little ooc Joaquin

A/n: First, see the hashtags. Second note - Secrets by OneRepublic was playing on loop while writing this. Also, I wrote another version of this part. Feel free to check it

Part 1 - Back to you

Part 2 - The one who left

Part 3.2 - What have they done to us

Enjoy!

Izzy Deveroux sat on the bench outside the hospital, unmoving. Bag with Joaquin’s clothes laying beside her. Brutal reminder of his last mission. She had been there for a while now, staring at the ground, trying to convince herself to walk inside. But she couldn’t. He was awake now, and with that came the inevitable confrontation — with her feelings and the weight of their last argument.

Her mind was consumed by Joaquin. His last mission played in an endless loop — their fight, the moment the missile struck, the way his body plummeted into the ocean. She had been frozen, paralyzed by fear. Even if there had been something she could do, she hadn’t moved. After that, everything was a blur. The helicopter transporting him. The emergency surgery. But when the doctors had to restart his heart… she broke.

At that moment, she regretted being only human. Regretted every harsh word she had thrown at him before his mission and ever leaving him. Joaquin was a hero, with or without the suit. And she… she was just an agent. A scared, pathetic excuse for one.

With shaking hands, she unlocked her phone, scrolling until she found the photo from three years ago. It was the last one she took before leaving. The only one she saved after her escape. Memories from that night flooded her mind instantly.

A club, dimly lit and buzzing with music. Joaquin’s arm draped lazily around her shoulder, both of them flushed from the tequila and the warmth of laughter.

"Come on, Quino!" Izzy giggled, leaning into him as she held up her phone.

Joaquin groaned, but the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. "Iz, you already have, like, dozens of pictures of my stupid face."

"Yeah, but this one’s gonna be my favourite. Come on! You're the Falcon now!"

The camera clicked just as he rolled his eyes, dimples showing, while she grinned like she had the whole world in her hands.

She had laughed, tequila warm in her veins, as she leaned into Joaquin’s side. He hugged her and smiled. The bar lights flickered gold and red, casting shadows over his sharp jawline, the playful glint in his eyes. The camera clicked again.

And then it hit her.

It wasn't the tequila. It wasn’t the rush of the night or the music vibrating through the floor. It was him. The way he looked at her, like she was his favorite story. The way his arm stayed around her shoulders even after the picture was taken and how it made her feel. How he made her feel. The way her heart tripped over itself when he laughed, completely unguarded, completely him. 

She was his friend, nothing more. But she wanted to be more than his friend. And yet she couldn't bring herself to say something out of fear of rejection. 

That was the night she left him. To protect their friendship and her heart. Because in the end, someone would be hurt and Deveroux couldn't afford to lose him. 

She had spent years calling him her best friend. But in that moment — staring at the photo, feeling the warmth of him beside her — Izzy knew.

From that moment on, Joaquin Torres wasn’t just her best friend. He was more. And instead of admitting it, she locked those feelings away.  For her, their friendship meant more than her own feelings.  

"—You okay, kid?" Izzy jumped, startled by the familiar voice. Sam Wilson had appeared beside her, sinking onto the bench with a weary sigh. He looked just as exhausted as she felt. Joaquin was his friend and Sam almost lost him the same way he lost Riley.

"Kinda." she murmured. "I think."

Sam studied her for a beat before shaking his head. "Nobody will say it out loud, so I have to. I know you care about him. Probably more than you want to admit."

A dry chuckle escaped her lips, but it didn’t stop the tears. She swiped at them quickly. "Nothing gets past you, huh?"

Sam just pulled her into a one-armed hug, letting her lean into him."I saw the way you looked at him," he said gently. "You love him."

Izzy swallowed. And then she spilled her heart's darkest secret. 

"I love him so much I would leave if his happiness depended on it."

"But do you love him enough to stay?" Sam's question left her speechless. He saw her internal turmoil. "Tell him."

She let out a shaky breath. "I don’t think he’d want to talk to me after… you know." She twisted her fingers nervously. Sam sighed. 

"Izzy, that kid loves you. Last fight didn't change that."

"He hates me, Sam. You didn't see the way he looked at me on the ship." 

"Trust me, Izzy. Tell him everything, no half truths, no lies. You both need each other now. More than ever." 

===⭐===

As the conversation about his new wings wrapped up, Joaquin leaned back in his bed, arms crossed. Sam could tell there was something else on his mind.

"So," Sam started, watching him carefully, "what is it?"

Joaquin hesitated for a moment, then exhaled. "You said you’re putting a team together."

Sam nodded slowly. "I am."

Joaquin exhaled slowly, his gaze unwavering. "It’s not about that. It’s about getting someone who can get the job done, no matter what. The team could use her skills."

Because having her in his life, even as an enemy or a stranger, was still better than those three years without her — better than the silence, the unanswered questions, the hollow ache of missing someone who was still alive but was impossibly out of reach. 

At least with her close, he could learn how to love her in silence, keeping his feelings hidden in a way that wouldn’t make her uncomfortable being around him. At least she would be close, near him. But those years without her? That kind of loneliness was something he never wanted to feel again.

Sam let out a thoughtful hum. Wilson knew his partner was lying, but he decided to play along with Torres, just to see his reaction."She’s got baggage."

"Who doesn’t in this line of work?" Joaquin shot back. "If you trust me to be part of this, then you can trust her too."

Sam smirked, shaking his head. "You’re really vouching for her, huh?"

"With my life."

Sam exhaled, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "Alright." He stood up, giving Joaquin a knowing look. "Good thing she’s already waiting outside."

Joaquin stiffened. His heart stuttered for a second, but he forced himself to keep his expression neutral.

"I thought she had somewhere else to run." he muttered, more to himself.

Sam barely smiled. "She didn’t run this time."

Silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken thoughts. A little spark of hope ignited in Torres’s heart. Then, softer, Sam added, 

"She wanted to, hell, she was close to do this. But she stayed by your side every day."

Joaquin’s breath caught, his gaze flickering to the door. The weight in his chest shifted, something uncertain yet undeniable settling in its place.

She was still here, to Joaquin's shock, fighting against every instinct telling her to run. Maybe that meant he should fight too—not just for her, but for them. For whatever future they still had. He just wanted her to be close to him, whether if she was his girlfriend, friend or just a stranger.

Joaquin’s jaw clenched. "Last time we talked, she made it pretty damn clear she didn’t want to be my friend anymore. I wasn’t without fault either."

Sam hesitated, then spoke carefully. 

"I won’t say much, but… she cares about you, kid. So much that it scared her. Let her explain."

Wilson silently opened the door and left Torres alone. Deveroux looked up at him and stood up in a second. 

"You can do this." Sam said and left her all alone with her thoughts. Deveroux took a deep breath and wiped away her tears. And then, she made a first step towards Joaquin's room.

When Izzy finally stepped inside, her heart lurched.

Joaquin looked pale, weak — but he was alive. Burn marks scarred his neck and possibly some parts of his body too. Barely breathing, she sat beside him, her fingers gripping the hem of her shirt.

"How are you feeling, Quino?"

His eyes flickered toward her, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "I felt better, but it’s good for now."

“I brought you clothes, so you wouldn't parade in this hospital gown.” Deveroux pointed at the bag she put down beside his bed. 

“Thanks.”

"You scared the shit out of Sam," she said, trying to keep her voice light.

Joaquin exhaled, wincing as he shifted. Even now, he smirked. "Yeah, but you can’t kill the cockroach."

A strangled laugh escaped her. But then — silence came. Thick, suffocating. Izzy swallowed hard, trying to steady herself, to find the words that had been clawing at her for years.

"Joaquin, I'm sorry for—"

He cut her off with a tired shake of his head. "You don’t have to apologize. I’m the one who screwed up. You warned me I could die, and I almost did."

"That’s not —" she exhaled sharply, frustrated. "That’s not what I wanted to say."

Joaquin scoffed, looking away. "Maybe not, but I saw it in your eyes."

Her stomach twisted. He thought he knew. Thought he had her figured out. And maybe, once, he did. But not now. Not like this.

She opened her mouth to speak, but Joaquin beat her to it.

"Sam’s planning to reactivate the Avengers." His voice was steady, casual — like this was just another conversation, like nothing had shifted between them.

Izzy blinked, caught off guard. "He is?"

Joaquin nodded. "Yeah. Said the world needs a team that can handle the impossible again." He hesitated. "I told him about you."

She stilled, fingers curling slightly against her jeans. "You — what?"

"You’re one of the best fighters and agents I know, Izzy." He let out a breath, studying her. 

Her heart pounded. There was a time she would have run from this. From him. From everything. But not anymore.

Still, she wasn’t ready for what came next.

"I figured you’d say no, though," Joaquin added, forcing a smirk. "You always did have a habit of walking away."

It was meant to be light, maybe even teasing, but Izzy felt the weight beneath his words. Her stomach twisted.

"That’s not fair," she muttered.

Joaquin exhaled sharply, his smirk fading. "Isn't it?" His voice softened, but there was something raw beneath it. "Tell me something, Iz. If I hadn’t gotten hurt, would you have even come back?"

Izzy swallowed hard, looking away.

"I don’t know."

His jaw clenched, his eyes dark with something unreadable. Anger? Hurt? Maybe both.

"Of course you don’t," he murmured, shaking his head. He let out a humorless chuckle. "That’s all you ever do, isn’t it? Run when it gets too real?"

Her breath caught in her throat.

"I—" She hesitated. What was she supposed to say? That he was wrong? That she hadn’t been running for years? Deny that everything told her to run? 

Because they both knew the truth. Noone said it out loud, but they knew because of Sam. Izzy fought through her thoughts, grounding herself onto the floor. 

Joaquin watched her carefully, his expression unreadable. Then, his voice dropped lower, quieter.

"How long?"

Izzy frowned. "What?"

His gaze didn’t waver. "How long did you hide that you loved me more than a friend?" His voice was steady, but his fingers curled against the sheets like he was bracing himself.

Then, softer. "Don’t even deny it. Sam told me."

Her breath hitched. Joaquin knew — and it terrified her.

"Three years. Since the night you got the Falcon suit."

Joaquin exhaled harshly, shaking his head. "Why?"

Izzy clenched her jaw. "I was scared, Quino. That’s why I took the offer S.H.I.E.L.D. gave me. I knew being close to you would finally destroy our friendship. And I didn't want that."

"So you ran?"

She let out a shaky breath. "I needed to," she admitted. "I thought if you weren’t close, my feelings would disappear. If I kept my distance, it wouldn’t hurt."

Joaquin scoffed. "That’s some messy logic."

"It was the only logic I had."

Joaquin stiffened.

Izzy forced herself to meet his gaze. "You were the only constant in my life. The only person who had my back, who was there with me every step of the way. You were my friend, and I didn’t know what to do." Her voice broke, but she pressed on. "I love you, Joaquin. I just—I needed you to know that. Because I know I won’t be able to say it again."

Joaquin stared at her, his chest rising and falling with each uneven breath. Then, slowly, he reached for her.

Before she could even process it, he pulled her in — closer than she had ever let herself imagine. And then he kissed her. Something she had dreamed of, hoped for — prayed he would do one day. One day, when she finally would find the courage to stay.

It wasn’t careful. It wasn’t hesitant. It was years of silence crashing down all at once. A mixture of anger, relief, and every emotion they had suffocated until now. His fingers tangled in her hair, gripping like she was something he couldn’t lose again. He had wasted enough time pushing this down. He wasn’t about to waste another second.

Joaquin’s fingers brushed against her cheek, his touch featherlight, as if he was afraid she might disappear. Izzy melted into him, her hands gripping the front of his hospital gown like an anchor, grounding herself in the reality of him—of this.

When they finally broke apart, their foreheads rested together, breathless and unsteady. Izzy let out a choked sob, tears slipping down her cheeks. 

Joaquin cupped her face, his eyes dark with something raw, something desperate. “Promise me,” he murmured, his voice trembling. “Promise me you’ll never leave me again. That you won’t run.”

Her breath hitched, fingers curling tighter into the fabric of his gown. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He let out a shaky laugh, brushing away her tears with his thumb. “I’m sorry it took us so long.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “Te amo, princesa.”

The moment the words sank in, something inside her cracked open. The weight, the fear, the wasted time — it all suddenly disappeared.

Joaquin exhaled, shifting against the hospital bed. His fingers trailed down her arm before finding her hand, his thumb tracing slow, absentminded circles against her skin. Izzy swallowed hard, the warmth of his touch grounding her, steadying the whirlwind of emotions still settling inside her.

For years, she had kept this love locked away, too afraid to want it, too afraid to hope for more. But now, with his hand on her and his voice still lingering in the air, there was no more running, no more denying. Joaquin loved her. He had always loved her.

And finally — finally — she could love him the way she had wanted to for so long.

Her fingers tightened around his, a silent declaration of everything she felt, everything she had never been able to say.

Joaquin smiled softly, as if he understood. His grip on her hand firmed, but he didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.

Instead, he kissed her again.

This time, it wasn’t desperate or reckless. It was slow, lingering—filled with everything they had been too afraid to say. A silent promise woven between them, stronger than words.

Four years of Joaquin’s aching silence. Three years of Izzy’s pretending. And now, finally, it was over.

Joaquin was hers.

And Izzy was never going to run. Not when she was finally home.

"So tell me what you want to hear

Something that will light those ears

Sick of all the insincere

So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time, don't need another perfect lie

Don't care if critics ever jump in line

I'm gonna give all my secrets away

All my secrets away,

All my secrets away"

[spider-jaysart]

Today I'm introducing a dear oc created by both me and my friend @paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 !!

Marco Grayson!!!

(Click for better quality) The first pic is their hero suit and the second one is their casual, default outfit

Name: Marco Grayson and Markoand'r in Tamaranean (which is a name of one of Tamaran's first Kings/Warriors "Markoand'r the deathfire". A little headcanon by @pin-crusher2000 )

Hero name: Starwing

Age: 6-7 years old

Personality: Fierce, stubborn, is always too brave without a care, sometimes is weird in his little way, often passionate/determined, and is a sweet kid with a good heart

Orientation: Gay

Random facts:

Marco is the third and youngest child of Dick and Kory

Marco's favorite Uncle is Damian. Marco looks up to him a lot too and they get eachother, since they're mostly similar in their ways, and are usually chaos together because of it

For others Marco is also close with besides him, it's their Siblings Mar'i and Jake, their 6 year old Aunt Helena Wayne, Wade West, and two playful civilian friends from school named Jarred and Lizza

Marco is in a hero duo with Wade West (aka The Blur) called SpeedStar. They are best friends who grew up knowing eachother ever since they were babies (another headcanon by @pin-crusher2000 )

Marco loves dinosaurs and they are their fave animal. They even own lots of toys and other things of them because of it and they also know lots about them too, because of their interest in them. Bruce and Marco bond over this a lot and on special days, Damian will usually gift them cool art of dinosaurs too

Marco's fave films are the Jurrasic park movies and they're also not the type to mind the gore and instead thinks horror like that is cool

Marco has the condition CIP, which never let's them feel pain at all. This causes many worries most times from family, especially their parents. Dick and Kory usually have to check them to see if they're really okay anywhere, even on normal days for anything, since they don't understand how bad pain is or what it's like at all, which can often make them feel overbearing to Marco, but they only do it cause Marco would never be able to tell them themself if there ever was a problem, so they both have to always keep up with them for their child's own good just to be sure

Marco actually has 7 stomachs while both their siblings have 6

Marco's voice sounds like AJ's from TellTales the walking dead games series in season 4, but slightly lighter on the heavy part

Marco is ticklish on their feet like their Dad, but their most sensitive spots are their ears and ribs

Marco will eat anything, which can also be concerning sometimes. They get this from Kory who isn't a picky eater and Dick who just be tasting anything that's apart of clues like it's normal💀 Marco's fave foods tho are cookie dough and their Mom's more stranger cooking, which are unlike her usual Tamaranean dishes

When Marco becomes a teenager in the future, they begin going by They/Them pronouns and have a boyfriend by that time too, who is Dorin (aka Green Troia), the Son of both Donna Troy and Kyle Rayner, and is also a popular supermodel who sometimes takes up gigs in his spare time (once again another headcanon by @pin-crusher2000 and that oc is created by him)

Marco got help on their hero suit from Mar'i and Jake and got it approved by Damian after immediately taking it to him for reviewing lol. Damian was impressed by the results of the design and the only thing he suggested was a mask, but Marco rejected the idea, since they like the idea of being free like their Mother and big Sis, which left Damian a bit grumpy internally but he just dealt with it lol

Marco is a proud member of the Robin!Damian defense squad/fan club with their Aunt Helena, since Damian is one of them that just gets too much hate a lot of times

Unlike others who often make fun or judge it, Marco actually loves Damian's horned boots and thinks they're so cool, since they remind them so much of dinosaurs

Damian has a nickname for Marco, which is Goofball

Marco is one of the only special ones Damian gives out forehead kisses to as a habit from Talia always doing it to him when he was younger. But it's only between them, cause he has a tough reputation to keep still lmao

Marco has the the unique ability called Starblast, which is being able to breathe out a huge blast of Starbolt energy from their mouth after transferring it from both of their hands up into their lungs (think like Godzilla)

When Marco watched fireworks for the first time at 3 years old, they got so excited and overjoyed from the show, so since Starbolts are so similar to them, that's when their powers finally came out, when they were imitating them with their hands

[yiqiuqiu]

thinking about growing up next to a murderer. thinking back on sunday family outings and thursday game nights and how they slowly became less and less frequent over the years. thinking back on how you were always trailing behind him, trying to impress him and prove your worth. thinking about years and years of trust, of hero worship, of foolishness. thinking about how some things as mundane as strawberries have been ruined for you forever because of a few summers spent in germany picking fruit to eat straight off the stem. thinking about working up the nerve to visit prison for months and months, and when you finally do, you are informed your visit has been rejected. thinking about how people don't just become murderers overnight. thinking about reconciling the kind older brother you knew who had debating club on wednesdays and helped you with your essays and whose favourite drink was pink lemonade with the stranger staring back at you from the newspaper headlines. thinking about clearing out your apartment, so cluttered and yet still so empty, spraying solution everywhere to catch any last dregs of poison, finding none, and for some sick, twisted reason, feeling disappointed about it. thinking about how he didn't care enough to even try to kill you.

thinking about whether he ever even cared at all.

[emojellyace08]

Hello! How've you been? Can you please write jealousy headcanons for lookism men with a female reader? The reader and they are not in a relationship but they have a crush on her and they get jealous when she hangs out with her guys best friend? Thank you ❤️

♡♡♡♡ Jealousy "Hey, would you please focus on me?" (Lookism Men x Female Reader)♡♡♡♡

A/N: Sorry for the really late reply @serenesoulseeker but I've been feeling a lot better lately! (been trying to recover from a cold rn) And sorry for the inconvenience bc I have other requests to do and other important tasks (this has been sitting on my drafts for a while -_-''''') but I hope my writing reaches your expectations. Ty! Genre: angst to fluff Warnings: jealousy and neediness (a bit of possessiveness), not in an established relationship with the character of choice at first, (yandere on Samuel, Olly, and Jiho's part), slight mentions of assault (night club), mentions of physical fighting, shouting, toxic relationship on the last part (NOT CONDONING THIS IN REAL LIFE) reader is gender neutral!

Daniel Park/Jay Hong/Zack Lee/Vasco (Lee Eun Tae)/Jace Park/Duke Pyeon/Eli Jang/Johan Seong/Jake Kim/Lineman/Brad Lee/Jerry Kwon/Jason Yoon/Jiho Park/Young Jinyeong Park/Yuseong

Getting to know him for a very long time is a ride. You've been childhood friends with him and he's one of the people you cherish a lot. You always got each other's back. You often scare those little bullies away when they're taking their insults personally again just to make him insecure. And at times you got to scold him while patching up his bruises when he gets beaten up by those thugs, he just really wants to protect you from those types of people.

He may get wounded because of his hero complex getting in the way at times, but it's just him being him. You may come out as strong and bold at times but he knows you got that soft spot in you once he gets to know you better. You're both glad that you get to know each other. In times in rich and wealth, in sickness and in health, in both of your ups and downs you're always partners in crime. Spending his extra time with you shows that he really values you as you're with him. Despite having your own business and focusing on both of your perspective goals, that spark just never faded away. You're both thankful that your friendship stays the same, even getting better even when you're not with him at most times.

Your relationship with him even developed the more you stayed beside him especially when he's down like there's a dark cloud above his head. You don't have to be there for him always, yet you chose to. That triggered something he never felt anything before. Something warm and exciting. He usually never engage in romance since he's afraid of getting rejected and hurt. But he felt so much in ease and comfortable with you. When you tease him he usually doesn't mind it since he knows that you don't mean it and you actually see the good in him. It took a while for him to realize that he's been crossing the line that he's not prepared for.

He's enlightened, nervous, and anything between scared and happy. If he confesses to you, will like him back just because of his looks? Or will you turn down his offer or live both of your best lives as lovers? Will you avoid him? He's not sure. Though he will respect your wishes if you want boundaries. But he can't help but to feel jealous when you mingle with other people, especially with other boys. He knows that your kind and uplifting spirit makes the other guys ask for help when they need to so he doesn't really have a problem with you spending time with them as long as they don't do anything scandalous to you. He knows that he's not your boyfriend and vice versa, so there's no need to feel jealous. Right? But he can't really control it at times. He wants to pin you on the wooden table as he wants to tell you his feelings, "Hey, would you please focus on me?" but he can't seem to tell it on your face. He doesn't mean to pout when you won't pay attention to him. But he gets really hot and sweaty when you lean closer to him when you're helping him out with his homework! Or he can't help but to admire your cute face that you make when he teases you.

He's really insecure about what he's feeling and about himself. But after collecting his courage, he decided to talk to you and face that wall that he's been trying to overcome. He doesn't care if you even reject him anymore. He's trying to act tough and strong so that he can keep up with his image and to your standards. But I guess it's now or never.

You are chatting with him as you view the beautiful scenery of the sun falling down as the moon starts to appear on the pinkish-blue hue of the sky. The wind's blowing is soft and gentle as leaves softly rustle and danced on the atmosphere falling off on the tall and strong trees. Birds are flying on the sky as children flew their kites and sweet couples enjoy their quality time with picnics or sitting on the bench, just chatting and laughing at pretty dumb stuff. Despite the background sounds getting a bit loud, he really enjoys this moment with you.

"Hey Y/N," "Hm? "I want to ask you a question." his voice became stern as you gave him your attention. "Yeah, what about that?" you can see him getting a bit sweaty as he gulped, not trying to be so harsh or obvious. "Ehem, do you have s-someone you like?" he asked as your eyes widened in surprise. "Oh about that," "Yeah?" "I-I have someone I really like." You replied feeling your own cheeks grew hot as his mouth curls into a frown. He shouldn't have been hoping for you reciprocating his feelings. But he can't help but to get curious about this type of yours. "Okay, what is he like?" he asked with a hint of discourage on his voice, his eyelashes fluttering as he tries to stop his tears from falling down on his soft face. He never meant to be overdramatic, but his jealousy along with his insecurities and personal problems consume him at times. "Well, he doesn't realize it but he's really handsome, nice, talented, smart in his own ways. But that's not the reason I started developing feelings for him. He's so soft and gentle at me all the time, even being patient when I'm acting like a drama queen/king. But he's been so understanding at my problems even when I'm at fault at times. He doesn't give up on me and he actually made me a better person in some ways." you replied honestly as both of you avoided eye contact. "And I don't mean to offend anybody but," "Huh?" you faced him as you leaned a bit closer to him as he panics. It doesn't mean that he hates it, it's in fact the opposite. He can't help but to stare at your pretty face, but as the guy/someone who developed feelings first, he should be making the first move! "What if I told you that it's you that I like?" "E-EH!"

Now after talking it through out you're going to be a lovey dovey couple. If you're the shy type you're going to be a blushing idiot around him and vice versa. Though after confessing to each other he wants to take things slowly and surely so both of you wouldn't hurt each other's feelings and waste your friendship, memories, and time at the end. He fully respects it if you want to focus on your studies, family, and with your future career but just remember that he's always here for you all the time even if you're lovers or not :) (but trust me he's going to be one of the most loving boyfriends in this verse so it's now or never ;)

Warren Chae/Zack Lee/James Lee/Goo Kim/Sinu Han/Jake Kim/Vin Jin/Young Elite & Tom Lee/Kuroda Ryuhei/Olly Wang/Yoojin/Gongseob Ji/Kwak Jihan &Jibeom

This f*cker is insane. If you met him on your middle school, high school or in your workplace one thing you know is that he's going to piss you off (in a really good and bad way). He doesn't usually engage with his love life, he might have flings and flirts there and then but he's not really emotionally ready for mature understandings in a couple relationship. And besides he doesn't really want to either, he has other plans, goals, and other businesses to handle before getting into a committed relationship. Having a crush is fine he guesses.

But meeting you for the first time is something that feels different yet familiar. Two things crossed on his mind. First, why the f*ck does he need a partner for his work/school activity? And second is that even if he didn't want to admit it but something about you looks interesting. You look like someone who's pretty chill, and even if you won't shut the hell up he has another bicker friend to make and chat with. So it's a 50/50 win.

But one thing he sure know he's wrong about. You're more than your skills, beauty, brains, and talents. Even if you're the introverted or extroverted type, one thing he knows is that you're actually helpful and reasonable. What he likes about you is that you're pretty realistic in some situations that most people can't handle with. And you might sound harsh at times but it's just you being honest and giving constructive criticisms. It might not be obvious that he likes you because of him making you loose your temper and patience at times, but it's just him being him (an annoying little brat). But whenever things get serious, you always got his back and vice versa. You and him are one hell of a disaster if someone or even many people tries to mess with your shit.

Even if he seems to act bold, cold, intimidating and monstrous, he's actually a bit of a scared cat when you bring up the topic of him getting a girlfriend/boyfriend. His body just tenses when you talk about someone who looks physically attractive to you or when they show you acts of good and kind-hearted services. At first he conflicts to his subconscious that it's just him acting like an older brother to you as he scowls and hisses at them like a possessive cat. He can't help but to raise his eyebrows and roll his dark looking orbs when you giggle about your previous crushes, even cringing and boasting that he's a better man than that wimp will ever be. "HAH?! HIM?! REALLY?! Jesus Christ Y/N I didn't know that you have a really bad taste at picking men." he smirks as he bites on his strawberry-flavored lollipop while laughing at your grumpy looking form with him obviously being taller and muscular than you. "You don't even know him! He's not only kind but he's also helpful and bonus points, HOT!" he chokes on his sweet while he lets now a loud guffaw that can be probably heard at the whole building. This bastard really knows to piss you off. But it's just him being jealous. He thinks to himself that he may not be the best in showing affection and even coming out as arrogant at times, but he'll definitely change his misdeeds and wrong doings just to be a good influence on you. He might flirt there and then just to see you getting flustered while smacking his arms to stop. But he wouldn't go too far to make you feel uncomfortable around him. Respect.

Whoever tries to touch you without your permission gets smashed on the face by him. He may not be your boyfriend but whoever pervert who takes it too far and doesn't know boundaries deserves to feel his stinging and even gut-wrenching attacks.

It was on a late evening when you wear your clothing of choice to hang out on your own on a night club. You messaged him that you're going out on your own to get a few drinks with him answering that it's best if he can accompany you if you don't mind. But you reassured him that you'll be okay and you'll come home safe and sound. How wrong are you on that part. A skinny looking dude kept approaching you for your number while you politely decline that you're fine with your own. But he couldn't just stop bothering you, the fight have even turned into physical if you asked me. He was about to slap you on the face but then your friend stopped his attack by putting pressure on his wrist making the drunk bastard groan and grit his teeth. "Oi you dumb fuck, is that how you treat a person?" "Why the fuck are you getting out of the wa-" Your eyes widened as he landed an attack on the poor guy, but he just deserved it since he's not being responsible.

Both of you have to get out of that place filled with stench of smoke and alcohol. You're not really on the right mind either as the *alcohol/drink of choice* is starting to kick in your system. You crying and wailing on his arms like a little toddler when your toy is taken away from you. "WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU FOLLOW ME HERE?! I ASKED FOR MY OWN TIME! I COULD HAVE PROTECTED MY SELF THERE!" you sobbed as you keep hitting him on the arms as he tries to make you calm down. "OI YOU REALLY THINK THAT I CAN JUST LEAVE YOU ALONE THERE?! WHAT IF YOU GOT HURT OR WHAT IF SOMETHING ELSE HAPPENED TO YOU?!" he was about to scold you more before you hit him again despite not being hurtful at all before you puked on his new bought shirt, ah what a dumbass you are at times. "SCREW YOU! YOU ALWAYS GET IN MY WAY! EVEN TEASING ME WHEN MY FEELINGS ARE ALREADY GETTING HURT! YOU DON'T EVEN CARE WE ARE JUST CO-WORKERS/CLASSMATES!"

He'll make sure to give you every detail about what happened that night and he'll apologize on his shortcomings, even being honest about his mistakes which you can feel a bit uncanny since it's not like him. "Sorry Y/N for being an asshole at times. Sorry if I offended you. I may not be sounding sincere right now but I'll try my best to make it up to you. We're partners in crime after all". Nonetheless, if you and him can make it work out and talk about your problems with each other you and him will make a great couple :).

Gun Park/Kwak Jichang/Taesoo Ma/DG (Kang Dag Yeom)/Young Charles Choi (Elite)/Daniel Park (post-training with Gun arc)/Johan Seong/Cheon Taejin/Magami Kenta

He's another one who doesn't really focus on his love life. He does feel that being alone can be lonely at times but one main advantage of being single is that he can have quality time for himself and he can keep an eye on his goals. But he can definitely feel a spark between the two of you the more he gets to know you better if he really likes you. He's just him chilling in his own world I guess.

He doesn't really get jealous? At all? He might have some moments of feeling disappointed when you're busy with your schooling/work or when you turn your attention to your classmate/co-worker but he just wouldn't speak about it unless if you're doing it intentionally he still definitely gets jealous.

He can simply control his emotions in times especially when both of you are out for business. He maintains his professionalism intact with him since acting like a crybaby about it would just make a ruckus between the two of you and he doesn't want an argument in the first place. He wants to keep each others' boundaries, love, connection, and self respect for one another so he'll just ask about your day while he listens to your rumbles in your school/workplace as long as you listen to him as well ;3.

He's also very honest about his feelings and what upsets him the most. He wouldn't be afraid to voice out his concerns most of the times. At times he's feeling very hesitant to talk about his or your issues since he's already mentally exhausted and he doesn't want to bruise your heart. But he knows that running away from something won't make anything better. So as much as it hurts your part, he's willing to give some constructive criticisms even if you're the sensitive type and he'll also listen to your point of view in situations while he also explains his side of things (he doesn't emotionally abuse you don't worry).

And your friend might feel a little glare or you might see a little pout on his face when you don't give him attention. He really wants to get showered with love and care even though his inferior is tough and strong. But he's still a human, feeling emotions like jealousy so expect for him to gently grab your chin while he looks at you with that demanding and fierce, yet soft and sparkly eyes to lock on you especially when both of you are alone keeping each others' company. "Hey, did you take notes to what I am talking about?" "E-Eh?!" "Keep your focus on me even just for today, I'm not emotionally free when I'm out for work. So listen to me right now."

But his demeanor will completely change once a fucker who knows that you're in a relationship with him tries to flirt with you. It's not even a feeling of jealousy at this point. He's going to feel rage once someone tries to touch you inappropriately. It's going to be a massacre if you don't convince him to stop since he doesn't have a beating for a while now. Your one of the people whom he only listens to so as much as he wants to teach that guy a lesson he'll consider sparing them, he might not want to see their face though after he tries flirting and taking advantage of you.

Samuel Seo/Olly Wang/Jiho Park (villain arc)/Vin Jin (at start of Lookism when he's still super toxic unlike today he's still an asshole at times)

Oh girl/boy, do I even need to start? -_-'''' 🚩🚩🚩.

Literally the definition of "pure" red flag inside out.

This guy has daddy issues, family issues, mommy issues, inferiority complex issues, literally any issue. He also (probably) has abandonment issues so he pretty much won't let you go if he feels like you're the "one for him".

Pretty creepy with the face that he makes when he gets excited for beating someone when somebody tries to get closer to you (especially his rival). He might take this as a big challenge to see which one deserves to be with you.

A literal gangster inside out. Y'all saying that you can fix him, are you Bob the Builder or smth? Like there's a literal whole construction site dedicated for him 😭.

He MIGHT change his values and goals once you taught him how to love and appreciate his self for the way he is but so far it's probably going to be a toxic relationship if you're also a really hard headed person.

He easily gets jealous out of the bunch even at the smallest things. No matter how many times you try to convince him that you're not flirting with your schoolmate/co-worker, once he lost his cool he'll be literally scary and monstrous. Literal shouting, screaming and crying will be heard on your room while he throws things on the wall when he loose his temper at you. *Sigh* Idk about it.

Definition of insecure (I don't know if I'm describing or insulting them at this point).

A literal ass most at times. Yikes.

[daydreamingoveracupofcoffee]

Your post of the pro hero’s finding out that their soulmate is a villaness was really good! Especially loved present mic’s one that he would write songs about his soulmate and put them on his radio station to show her his love. If I could ask could you make a post of present mic finding out his soulmate is a vigilante underground singer? Like a christina Aguilera kind of singer? Maybe she couldn’t get anyone to hire her as a professional singer so she does underground shows under a different persona?

Or different ask, you could choose either, just a further post of what present mic is like as a soulmate? Much thanks!

Present Mic and his singer vigilante soulmate:

Hizashi has always been curious about his mark but never obsessed over finding his soulmate, trusting fate to bring them together. [Anon's name], however, is skeptical of soulmates, believing her vigilante lifestyle and underground career make her unworthy of a destined partner.

She dreamed of being a professional singer, but music labels rejected her for her quirk’s unpredictability and her refusal to conform to pop idol standards. Frustrated, she began performing in underground clubs and using her music to inspire hope in marginalized communities.

As a singer, she moonlights as a vigilante, using her quirk to subdue petty criminals and protect the underprivileged in areas heroes often overlook. She operates in the shadows, wearing a sleek black mask, leather jacket, and dramatic makeup to conceal her identity. Her performances double as a cover for gathering intel on local crime.

How they meet:

Hizashi, always on the lookout for new music scenes, hears rumors of an electrifying singer performing at a hidden venue in Musutafu’s underbelly. Intrigued, he attends one of shows in civilian clothes, instantly captivated by her raw, soulful voice and commanding stage presence. Her set includes powerful ballads and high-energy anthems, with lyrics that speak to rebellion and resilience.

During her performance, a woman's wrist wrap slips, revealing her soulmate mark. Hizashi, seated close to the stage, notices it matches his own. Shocked, he tries to approach her after the show, but she vanishes into the crowd, wary of strangers.

Determined to find her, Hizashi starts frequenting underground venues, using his hero network to track the woman's movements. He catches her in action as a vigilante one night, stopping a mugging. When he calls out to her, she mistakes him for a hero trying to arrest her and flees, leading to a rooftop chase.

Cornered but defiant, the woman removes her mask to confront Hizashi, revealing her face and the mark on her wrist. Hizashi, grinning ear to ear, pulls down his shirt to show his matching mark. His soulmate is stunned, torn between disbelief and fear that her vigilante life will ruin his hero reputation.

Relationship dynamics:

The woman is hesitant to embrace the soulmate bond, worried her illegal activities will drag Hizashi into trouble. Hizashi, however, is thrilled, seeing her as a kindred spirit who shares his love for music and helping others, even if her methods skirt the law.

Music becomes their common ground. Hizashi invites her to his radio studio, where they jam together, blending her soulful vocals with his DJ beats. He’s in awe of her range and encourages her to keep singing, promising to help her find a legitimate stage.

Hizashi struggles with his soulmate’s vigilante work, torn between his duty as a hero and his loyalty to her. He tries to convince her to go legit, offering to sponsor her for a hero license, but the woman values her freedom and distrusts the hero system. They compromise by working together on low-key missions, with Hizashi covering for her when heroes or police get too close.

Hizashi’s larger-than-life persona clashes with the woman’s need for secrecy. He wants to shout their bond to the world, but she insists on keeping their relationship under wraps to protect her identity. This leads to adorable moments of Hizashi sneaking her into UA for late-night dates or disguising himself to attend her shows.

The woman’s rejections from the music industry left her with self-doubt, but Hizashi’s unwavering enthusiasm and cheesy compliments (“Your voice could make All Might cry!”) help her rebuild confidence. In return, she grounds Hizashi, reminding him to take breaks from his hectic hero-teacher-DJ life.

Moments:

Hizashi secretly organizes a charity concert at UA and convinces [Anon's name] to perform, promising her identity will stay safe. They perform a duet, with Hizashi on backup vocals and the woman stealing the show. The crowd goes wild, and for the first time, she feels like her dream of singing professionally might be possible.

During a vigilante mission, the woman is nearly caught by Aizawa, who’s patrolling the area. Hizashi distracts his friend with a loud, improvised radio broadcast, giving his soulmate time to escape. Aizawa suspects something’s up but lets it slide, trusting Hizashi’s judgment.

After a heated argument about her risky lifestyle, the woman admits she’s scared of losing Hizashi or tarnishing his career. Hizashi, in a rare quiet moment, tells her he’d rather face the consequences than lose his soulmate. They share their first kiss under a neon-lit city skyline, her mask discarded on the ground.

She starts recording music under Hizashi’s guidance, releasing tracks anonymously online. Her songs go viral, catching the attention of a progressive music label that values her authenticity. With Hizashi’s support, she begins transitioning from underground gigs to a legitimate career, though she keeps her vigilante persona for special causes.

Interactions:

Aizawa: Suspicious of Hizashi’s secretive behavior, Aizawa eventually meets [Anon's name] and grudgingly respects her passion, though he warns her to stay out of trouble. He becomes an unlikely ally, turning a blind eye to her vigilante work as long as she doesn’t cross major lines.

Midnight: As Hizashi’s friend, Midnight is thrilled about his soulmate and becomes her biggest cheerleader, offering fashion tips for her stage persona and encouraging her to embrace her quirks (literal and figurative).

UA Students: Class 1-A catches wind of Present Mic’s mysterious girlfriend and tries to play matchmaker, unaware she’s his soulmate. Jiro, a fellow music lover, bonds with [Anon's name] over songwriting, inspiring her to mentor young musicians.

Epilogue:

Years later, [Anon's name] is a rising star in the music world, performing under a new stage name that blends her persona with her true self. She and Hizashi co-host a late-night radio show, where they play indie artists and share stories of hope. His soulmate still occasionally dons her vigilante gear to help those in need, with Hizashi as her enthusiastic lookout. Their soulmate marks, once a source of doubt, are now tattoos they proudly display, a reminder that their voices—together—are unstoppable.

[ayagiho1]

headcanon

Damian Wayne

   Damian had a fight with Bruce,it was bad, and I mean very bad, Bruce was so mad he sent him to Paris, what was the fight about? well Damien was accused of something bad, without any evidence and due to his past behaviour it was hard to believe him.

   Damian calls everyone with their last name, it's a fact, but it's different with marinette, here's how So at first he calls her "dupain-chang",Because that's how he's been raised by his mother and grandfather, and because of his time in the league,he has a hard time trusting people, and to show his high class.Then when he started to trust her he calls her "marinette", this is where he started to trust her more,he started to open up to her and actually made friends with other teens in their class, like alix and nathaniel,he can relax around her

And as time passed by,he'll start calling her "mari",at this point he's at the chilling with your best friend kinda situation(like how they crash into your house, and eat all your food

He doesn't do that but you get what I mean)at first tom was a little hesitant, seeing how serious Damian looks, compared to adrian and luka, and how formal he is, but soon they started to understand that it's just his personality.

     Damian loves art, you can't tell me otherwise,so when marinette asked him to join the art club,he wasn't very excited it didn't show it,so she asked him to just try it once, and he agreed,at first,he wasn't too happy about it, but when he saw how everyone is focusing on their own thing, and helping each other,it remains him of his art club back in Gotham academy,he didn't feel out of place (he won't admit it though),And he does love animals no doubt,he meets up with marinette at the park, so she can play with titsu, and sometimes back to the Wayne Manson in Paris to play with the rest of his animals and she brings with him some vegetarian cookies and other snacks for the animals,Yes, Damian is a vegetarian in this au and also part arab,I think it suits him,he does eat meat as long as it's fishes,the only reason why Damian became vegetarian was because he saw in the u.s.a how they kill the animals and it's very inhuman for him, back in the league they do it in a gentle manner so they animals won't feel as much pain as possible,he also doesn't eat pork and hate pigs,he finds them filthy and disgusting

   He has a crush on marinette ever since the bubbler where marinette refused to tell Adrian the truth about the scarf,he thinks it nice and kind of her, even though he doesn't agree with it, and then there's the Evillustrator incident where she went out with the Akuma,boy he was so jealous.

   as black jaguar, he's personality changes he's not that strick and actually relaxed a little, he's supportive and listens to ladybug,when she's in a stressful situation or on patrol, unlike chat noir,he doesn't try to confess his feelings for her, because he doesn't have any,he sees her as a partner and equal, someone he can trust with his life,he does try to figure out her secret identity.

    I believe that the kuwami changes the personality of the welders, I think Damian wanted someone to hear and accept him, to see him as someone other than the heartless assassin or the son of the billionaire Bruce Wayne, or the son of Batman,I think he'll grow up to be the type of hero who'll be there for others and listen, like actually listen to them instead of going on on his own, he'll be there to help them and won't reject them if they try to help him,of course they have to earn his trust.

Marinette

    Marinette is a sweet and nice girl,she likes to help others regardless of their past (Sabrina), she has a hard time standing up for herself, until alya came along (let's not forget the miraculous situation), when Damian first came to Thier class,she noticed how he distance himself from everyone, she knows how it feels like to be in a different environment, she let him be and only enteric with him if it's about school, until stormy weather incident,they started to hangout more with each other to the point where they became close friends,she usually go visit him in his Manson since it's Usually empty, and only servants are there,she have a lot of fun playing with his animals thou she keeps her distance from Jarry the rat.

    She has a crush on Adrian,even though she tried to confess to him, things get out of hand and she has to transform to save Paris,she may not see it, but Damian tries so hard not to scuff when she mentioned the model,she joins the art club and convince Damian to join too, she's happy to see him interact with other classmates,she can be very selfless, and give more than she receives,she calls him by his name Damian, but sometimes she calls him dami,(I saw this on tiktok, where Damian is arab, the thing is dami is a close to the pronunciation of the word demmi 'دمي' aka my blood,why is that important, well in arab cloture we use organs to show our love, because we can't live without it, like my heart, my liver, it's our way of showing affection and I think it's sweet that she/and his siblings calls him that, and they have no idea and Damian being the only one who knows )

   He personality changes when she's ladybug, she's more confident and in control of the situation,she became very creative with her lucky charm object, she's less clumsy and feels more powerful, and boy does she love that feeling

Chloe

    Chloe is entitled and spoiled, that's a fact,but she only act out because it the only way she could get attention (to her),she does care about Sabrina, the only way she knows how to show it is by giving her expensive things, Chloe believe that only way to get People to like her is by buying it, she's envy of  marinette, because she has the life she wish she had,that's why she bully her, Damian on the other hand,she keeps her distance from him,Chloe is the only one who knows how rich he is and doesn't try to play the 'my daddy is the mayor' card because she knows he'll expose her and her dad's activity, because the mayor has no power over anything and can't control anyone outside his office let alone fire them,she doesn't care about the rest of the class,she knows they only like her because of her power and money.

  She used to like Kim, but dealing with him is tiering, when they used to date he plays all sorts of pranks on her and Sabrina, sometimes he plays pranks on the guest in the hotel,she knows if she kept dating him the hotel will be a desert,so she break it off with him,she cares about Adrian like a friend not a lover,she knows how deceiving people can be and she knows they'll take advantage of him,so when kagami and Lila come along, she was willing to make a trus with marinette to keep them away

   Her personality changes when she's queen bee, since bees are known to work in a hive and their job is to protect the queen in this case ladybug, Chloe hopes to get ladybug to approval, the one thing she couldn't get from her mother who left her when she was a child,she feels more connected with Adrian because they both lost their mother.

[misskattylashes]

I have finally written it!

The Car is a concept album about an almost middle aged, somewhat isolated man looking back on his youth, and where TBHC was all about what a mess his life was due to being famous. The Car is about him being at that point we reach where we’re old enough to have a past, but young enough to look forward to a future without making some of the mistakes you’ve made. It is also loosely set like a stage production.

The show opens where our hero is emerging from a personal and professional crisis. He has temporarily lost his great love, his ‘mirrorball’, his person made up of many broken pieces, but who shines great light into his world. They have let him down previously ‘where’s that appetite for the moment when you look them in the eye and say baby it’s been nice’. But this is still one of the worst things that has happened to our hero and is causing him to reflect on his life.

Next up we deal with fame and his superficial life. Parties full of fake people who blend into one, and socialising is a chore. But he can see both islands, his fake and vaccous life, and the other island, the one where he can be happy and be with someone who makes his spine tingle. Controversially I maintain Riviera is a metaphor for a French person and she is coming into land for said ‘formation display of affection’ ie fake ‘romantic’ photoshoot.

Next our hero is reflecting on the other terrible thing that happened to him. His magnum opus being vilified and rejected because it was so different to what he was known for (‘whilst wondering if your mother still ever thinks of me’ – he has been famous for so long his young fans’ parents were once fans too). The opening line ‘how I am supposed to manage my infallible beliefs while I’m socking it to you’. TBHC was his special interest, his true self, but he was still expected to be the relatable young rock star singing about girls and going clubbing. The song ends with another glimpse of the future. Time spent with his lover who can help him step away from being himself. Living in a society with other people who have lived hidden lives. But the song ends with ‘I’ll sing a tune’, so he goes back to being the performing monkey.

Jet Skis on the Moat is about the first tentative meeting with the estranged lover. Jet Skis on the Moat quite possibly being an injoke shared in happier times. The lover is equally depressed ‘didn’t recognise through the smoke, pyjama pants and a Subutteo cloak’ sparks images of someone who has let themselves go. Our hero points out that the lover left quickly, not giving their relationship a chance. But this not a time for reproach. If the lover wants to cry, he is there for him.

If this was a stage musical, Body Paint would close act one. Our hero realises what a mess he has made of his life trying to keep up so many different faces and thinking he could have it all. His inner voice is singing to the famous persona, pointing out how he can never shake the personas completely and ends up hurting himself as well as everyone else around him.

Act two starts with our hero looking back at his childhood. Foreign holidays, being expected to behave and play in a certain way, and already starting a life of pretence, by pretending to fall asleep on the way back, quite possibly because he didn’t want to communicate and preferred his own little world.

Next he looks back on his days with the band. ‘I’ve conjured up wonderful things’. His big ideas that the band were always excited to hear, and despite all his regrets, being with them has been a thrill. He doesn’t blame fame entirely for his shortcomings because he has enjoyed so much of it.

Hello You is our hero talking to the estranged lover once again. They’re still dragging out a long goodbye and our hero is saying sorry. He talks about times they spent together as youngsters recording an album in rural France ‘overtaking the tractor, waiting for sets of winds and bends to level out again, picking a moment along a country lane, the kind where the harmonies feel right at home’. He offers to go back to the start and capture that feeling they had as young boys.

If this was a stage show at this point the lover would come onto the stage and our hero would sing to him, asking him to be patient while our hero plays the role he has to for the people around him. But one day he hopes, when the time is right, they will get a third attempt at getting their relationship right.

The show ends with our hero alone, looking back on his life and refusing to carry on beating himself up for doing what it’s taken to find happiness in the past, be it having fun with the warm up act (the lover who started off as a warm up act for the band), or drugs (delivered to a hotel), he looks back and sees it’s what he’s needed to do keep sane. But he needs to remember that his life isn’t a race and things will happen in their own time.