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BAKUGOU KATSUKI X GN!READER

[a/n: i lowkey love the hc that bakugou is partially deaf/hard of hearing cause of his quirk like...it just makes so much sense to me ?? anyways i just wanted to get this one out of my system! it's not the best so...sorry but yeah...enjoy!! - bunny]

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wc: 1.6k words

warnings: none that i can think of...kinda angsty tbh, there's also more of a focus on bakugou than reader

This couldn’t be real. 

He’s not weak so…why? 

Why did this happen? 

Bakugou’s hands shook as these merciless thoughts ran through his head as Doctor’s poked and prodded at his ears. Their touch was bothersome but he supposed he was grateful he couldn’t really hear what they were discussing, any tangible noise was muddy and replaced by a ceaseless ringing. 

He had gone through all the motions. Denial being the most violent. He had screamed and cried in a clearing a ways away from the dorms where he had thought that no one would hear him but when he returned and immediately clocked your glossy eyes and trembling bottom lip, he realized how mistaken he was. 

Oh, you. Sweet, caring, you. 

He almost felt guilty for how much he had pushed you away. All you wanted to do was make sure he knew he wasn’t alone, make sure he felt loved and cared for but he mistook your empathy for pity and blew up at you. This time around it was much, much louder and much more terrifying because he couldn’t hear how loud and rude he was really being. 

He had scoffed when you clutched your fists to your side as big fat tears rolled down your cheeks. He couldn’t read lips very well but he didn’t need to when the word ‘mean’ had been formed so clearly by your lips before you ran off to your room. 

Now, he was just numb. Having accepted that this was his reality, Doctor’s poking and prodding and the uneasy sight of his mother so broken and…sad. Having to practically be held up by his father. 

This wasn’t right. She wasn’t weak. She was never weak but once again, he had mistaken her love and empathy for pity…for weakness. 

School had been on break for the spring and he was desperate to get back, he was being run through the wringer and as much as he hated to admit it, he wanted the mundane rhythm of his life back. He wanted to attend his classes again. Quirk training. English. Hero Law.

 He actually missed those idiots he calls friends. To sit with them in the cafeteria and hear about the stupid shojo that Denki was reading. Hear how Kiri can’t beat some boss level on the stupid game he was playing. Hear Mina complain about how her cuticles were as healthy as ever. Hear Jiro ramble on about a new band she found and how she thinks he’d actually like them. 

Hear…

Would he still be able to do any of that? 

He couldn’t quite remember what his condition was. The ringing was gone but all that's left is a muffled sea of jumbled up noises. He was getting better at reading lips and he was put through the master class of sign language in a week. His instructor was surprised but he knew that if you had been there, you would’ve given him a bashful smile and said, “I expected nothing less from our future top hero.” 

Ah, that’s right. 

Most of all, he missed you. 

Your smile. Your wit. Your eyes…the very same ones he made shine with tears. Your laugh…the sound he’d miss the most out of anything. 

Despite having left the way he did, you still texted him. He hadn’t responded but you still thought about him. 

“You’re doing an awful lot for a guy who told you to piss off…” Shoji eyed you carefully as you set up the classroom, helping you place workbooks on the desks and open the windows. 

“Yeah but you know as well as I do that Bakugou uses anger like a shield. He’s probably confused and in pain about all of this, it’s only fair that we help out as much as we can.” 

Your caring nature was worrying sometimes. Shoji had seen your heart shattered multiple times by people who brush you off or take advantage of your willingness to do hard work, he was worried that Bakugou didn’t deserve this kindness. 

He remembered holding you as you sobbed into his chest, it took everything in him to not run out to the common room and knock some sense into the blonde but ultimately, he decided that staying and comforting you was more important. 

And despite all that pain he caused you had gone straight to Principle Nezu and pleaded for the school’s help. Going as far as offering to do all the work in finding an instructor and getting all your classmates on board. Now, here you were setting up the classroom for the first day of sign language classes. 

The Friday before school started up again, Mitski got a call from the specialist they had been working with and with the influence of UA, Bakugou’s hearing aids were ready for him. She was ecstatic, enthusiastically waking her son and shouting at him to get ready. 

He was…startled to say the least. If he had been able to hear the yelp he had let out when he was shaken awake, he surely would’ve been a bright red. 

And so, with the promise of heading to a nice restaurant for breakfast before heading back home, Bakugou shoved himself into the backseat of the car and off they went. 

The school had covered two pairs and he almost scoffed at the design of the devices. The first pair’s earpiece was clear, swirled with red and orange and the part that hooks around the ear, an almost gaudy, bright red-orange. The second was just his hero costume earpieces with hearing aids attached. Both pairs were specially made to muffle his explosions while still being able to hear others clearly. They also had a bluetooth feature so he’d be able to listen to music comfortably.

The doctor and his parents looked on expectantly as Bakugou slipped them on for the first time, surprised by how comfortable they were. He switched them on with shaky hands and everyone waited in silence before he looked into his mother’s teary eyes. 

“Katsuki…honey? Can you hear me?” 

His eyes widened. Had her voice always been so tender?

 It brought tears to his eyes, he got up from the uncomfortable exam table, fists clenched at his sides. She looked up at him from her seat and her face crumbled. His eyebrows were pinched, a pitiful frown on his wobbling lips and tears slowly leaking from his eyes. 

“Oh, honey…” He threw himself into her embrace and cried into her neck like he had done many times when he was little. Masaru watched on in tearful wonder, remembering that this was still his son. His baby boy and he was hurting more than he let on. Shouldering an exhaustingly heavy burden on his shoulders all by himself. 

The image of his little boy, only 4 feet tall tearfully struggling to hold a boulder up above his head, arms and legs trembling with exhaustion and desperately calling out for his mommy and daddy shook him to his core. 

He wrapped his arms around both of them, his hand cradling the back of Bakugou’s head. “It’s okay, son. We’ve got you.” At the sound of his father’s steady and calming voice, the boy cried harder. “We’ve got you.” 

Standing in front of the dorms was more daunting than he thought it would be. Hiking up the steps was like attempting to trek Mt. Fuji. The only comfort being that he was expecting the common room to be empty. He expected everyone to be in their room attempting to settle back in after a week long break. 

He hated how wrong he’s been recently. 

When he opened the door, he was met with everyone cheering. It was all so loud and disorienting that, despite his hearing aids, he had no idea what the hell anyone had said. Then, you stepped through the crowd and suddenly everyone faded into the background. 

“Guys! I thought I said no shouting! It’s probably still too much for him!” 

“But you’re shouting right now…” Denki snickered, earning an unamused glare from you. 

His eyes filled with tears, heart constricting in his chest. Twisting and throbbing almost painfully. 

God, he missed you. 

“So scary when you look at me like that!” Denki shuddered playfully. 

You had opened your mouth to refute but were cut off by Bakugou suddenly roaring with laughter, squeaking the slightest bit as he hunched over, arms wrapped around his middle as he laughed. 

Shock ran through everybody’s spines, jaws on the floor. 

He wasn’t quite sure what came over him but it was an involuntary reaction. Maybe to camouflage the fact that he had a river of tears sliding down his chin. 

Once he had finished, he stood upright. Out of breath and wiping his eyes. Meeting your eyes once again made the butterflies in his stomach go berserk. They went downright psycho when your hands were held up in front of you, trembling as you carefully signed, ‘welcome home.’ 

He was silent once again. Absolutely dumbstruck. 

Midoriya watched on fondly, as did everyone, emotions overwhelming and tears filling their eyes. 

Bakugou was in complete disbelief. 

“When…” He breathed, hands coming up to sign the rest. ‘When did you learn that?’ 

It took you a second to register what he said before responding. ‘We learn over break…’ your signing was a little sloppy, he had missed a few things but caught on immediately at the end, ‘...love you. Want you feel normal as possible.’ 

He didn’t let you finish, grabbing you into his embrace and holding you tight. “Thank you.” He mumbled into your hair, you held on equally as tight. 

“You’re welcome.” Your voice so up close and intimate was a blessing. 

[kopikokun]

Spilled Drinks & Study Sessions༄ mark l.

↳ When you’re forced into a study session with your next door neighbour Mark, who also happens to be your academic rival in school, things go south very quickly.

pairing; mark lee x reader

genre; fluff, slight angst, enemies to lovers (more like friends, but anyway)

wordcount; 2503 words

author’s note; how the hell do you guys write e2l and make the transition so smooth? bro i could never. also, the header pic is different than what i normally do :/ it’s kinda eh, but i liked the picture so i had to do something with all that empty space

Request 26: Mark + “Oh, are you ticklish?” (73) + “Why are you naked?” (109)

— 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧. | 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬.

The animosity between you and Mark is intense and painstakingly obvious to everyone around you. Well, everyone besides your parents, you suppose. 

   “Can you stop being so loud? You’re distracting me,” you grumble, angrily flipping through your homework. 

   “Well, I’m sorry for breathing.” Mark rolls his eyes at you. “Would you rather I stop entirely instead and drop dead right here, right now?”

   “At least it would be quieter if you did.” You press your pen down harder, taking your rage out on your poor, innocent worksheet. If you’re going to blame anyone for the excruciating torture your homework is enduring, you’d blame Mark. Even if it technically isn’t his fault, you’d still pin the blame on him. 

   “What’re you gonna do with my body? You wouldn’t be able to lift me, I mean, you couldn’t even open that can of Coke.”

   Your cheeks grow warm, mentally replaying the image of a grinning Mark as he effortlessly opened your can of Coke, the soft hiss of its fizz taunting you. Mark had puffed up his chest triumphantly like he was some kind of hero. For crying out loud, he had only opened a can of Coke, not saved his country. It still bruised your pride though, having to ask for help from Mark, your sworn rival since middle school. Childish, you know, but you’re certain that Mark thinks of you as such too. 

   “Whatever,” you fumble for a name to call him, “nerd.” Mark snickers at you. “My fingers were just slippery.” He arches a brow, challenging you, and you scowl. “I wouldn’t be able to lift you because you’re heavy, fatass. Not because I’m weak.” You twirl a lock of your hair around your finger. “And look who’s talking, Mr. I-Can’t-Open-Doors.”

      Mark flushes crimson as he silently fumes. “That was because I was pushing the pull door!”

   “That’s even worse, Mark,” you tease, unable to suppress a smile. “Dumbass,” you mumble below your breath, enjoying the way Mark seethes.

   “You’re calling me a dumbass? If I remember correctly, I was the one who placed above you last term.” Mark haughtily flips a page in his workbook. “Which I think is why your parents want me to tutor you.”

   You throw a measly eraser shaving at Mark in rebuttal. “You know that’s not why I’m here!” Another shaving is thrown at Mark’s head, yet he doesn’t even look up at you. “In fact, your parents probably wanted me here so I could babysit you!”

   Neither you or Mark are right. Your parents just chucked you together because they thought that after all those years of living beside one another and having weekly dinners together, you two would be absolutely wonderful buddies, and you can’t fault them for assuming such a thing.

   Logically speaking, you and Mark are supposed to be the bestest of friends. As much as you dislike the word, it seems as if fate has decided that you two are meant for each other. Gross. 

   In almost every situation possible, you and dear Markie boy over here have been unwillingly strung together—from group projects, to assigned seats, you two just can’t get a break from one another.

   Your parents had innocently thought that having a little study session while they went out for a double date with Mark’s parents would be beneficial for you two. Perhaps even fun. Fun, your ass. 

   All those years spent with Mark hasn’t made you friends, no, it’s made you rivals.

   Yeah, so not sworn enemies, but what’s life without a little exaggeration?

   You’ve always been a bright kid, some would even go as far to say that you’re ‘gifted’, but you think ‘persevering’ is a better word to describe it. You weren’t just born naturally intelligent or outstandingly athletic, no, you’ve had to work hard, insanely hard, for that. It hadn’t been handed to you all nicely wrapped with a little bow to match, just for you to tear it open and take. You’ve had to tolerate and undergo several sleepless nights, and many agonising hours of training. 

   Up until middle school you were top of your class in all aspects. You were idolised (well, as idolised as you could be for a middle schooler anyway), loved and acknowledged. It had been blissful. 

   That was until, little Mark with that stupidly cute gleam in his eyes came along, skipping over to you in those worn-out track pants and smiling toothily as he introduced himself as your brand new next door neighbour.

   You have to admit, initially, you and him were close friends. You’d walk home together, sneak out to go to the convenience store together, share snacks together, the list goes on. You’d even given Mark your very first kiss, right on the cusp on your twelfth birthday. He didn’t know that it was your first kiss though, and he’ll never know. You’d rather be shot at point blank range than give up such private intel. 

   But when one day, in seventh grade, when Mark had begun closing in on you in rankings, outrunning you at the park and gradually being everyone’s new favourite, you found yourself isolated. Even one of your friends, a girl with straight long hair that fell past her waist, started hanging out with Mark more than with you.

   And when you invited her to your thirteenth birthday, the first thing she’d asked was, “Is Mark going to be there?”

   And at that same party, you saw her, kissing the boy you had been crushing on for the past year. And it looked like Mark really enjoyed kissing her too. More than he did with you.

   From that point on, you began to distance yourself from Mark. It was gradual, slow, but you knew Mark could tell. When he finally surpassed you academically too, you started harbouring a resentment towards him, and the rivalry between you two started.

   You were somewhat hoping he’d confront you, at least wonder why your attitude towards him had seemed to change in the blink of an eye, but he hadn’t. And that stung.

   Obviously rumours had circulated in middle school about what was going on between you two. Kids, no, people love to talk. And talk they did. 

   It had been widely known that you and Mark used to be inseparable at one point in time, and it was jarring seeing how differently you two were acting around each other.

   Mark and that friend of yours had broken up some time after that, and evidently she was pissed. It seemed as if she had begun spreading gossip about you, claiming that you had been some sort of psycho ex-girlfriend and that you had threatened Mark to break up with her, essentially, she was villainising you.

   When high school finally rolled around, Mark’s ex had moved by then—you weren’t sure where and you didn’t care to know. The rumours eventually died down with her absence, and you thought that maybe, just maybe, you and Mark could finally make amends, bury the hatchet, as one would say. But that never happened.

   Looking back, you’re a bit amused at what an eventful and dramatic childhood you had. All those scandals at just thirteen? What a boss bitch. Present you would not be able to stomach that.

   You take a peek at Mark. He’s attractive. Of course he is. He had been a cute kid, no doubt, but as he’s aged, he’s matured into his good looking features. He’s not the rugged and manly kind of good looking, he’s got more of a sweet boyish look to him, and in your opinion, it adds to his charm. 

   “What are you staring at?” 

   Shit, you’ve been caught. No, caught? It’s not like you were doing something you shouldn’t have. “Nothing.” You reach forward to take a sip from the infamous Coke can. It’s lukewarm, but you gulp it down regardless, trying to appear unfazed.

   “Were you checking me out?”

   Disaster strikes just as those words leave Mark’s lips. The putrid sensation of warm coke leaves your mouth entirely, not because you’ve begrudgingly swallowed it all, but because you’ve spit it out from the sheer shock of Mark’s question. 

   “Hey! What the fuck?” Mark stands from his chair across from you and its legs scrape against the floor with a sound that makes your skin crawl. 

   You cough and sputter, gasping for air. Once you’ve gotten past that tight feeling in your throat, you wipe the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand. A few droplets of the sugary drink dribble onto your shirt. But fortunately, well for you at least, you’re not as drenched in spit-laced Coke as Mark is. 

   “Shit!” You lift your gaze to look at Mark, who’s surprised, to say the least. 

   Mark takes a breath to say something, the words on the tip of his tongue, but he clamps his mouth shut, opting to groan in annoyance instead. “Jesus, why’d you even do that?”

   Your face burns in embarrassment. No way you’re going to admit to him that you were checking him out. Sort of. “I don’t know, it just went down the wrong channel, I guess.”

   Mark’s lips form a thin line of dissatisfaction. “Yeah, okay, whatever.” He cringes as his shirt sticks to him. “ I’m gonna go change.”

   He runs a hand through his hair, face upturned in frustration as he stomps up the stairs, his footsteps echoing throughout the living room. Your eyes follow his figure until he turns a left into his room. 

   You sigh. If you were home alone, you would have screamed in humiliation. The can of Coke on the table mocks you. You resist the urge to pick it up and hurl it into Mark’s neighbour’s backyard—well, your backyard. 

   A sliver of positivity presents itself in the form of you and Mark’s mostly unscathed worksheets. There are a few stray droplets here and there, but it’s barely noticeable. It would’ve been much worse for both Mark and you if you had drenched those as well. In fact, your homework wouldn’t be drenched in just saliva and Coke, but also in tears at that point. 

   You curse the can in your grasp, its aluminium smooth against your skin, before you dump it in the bin. Good riddance, bitch. 

   I should apologise. You can suck up your pride for that. No, this isn’t even about petty things like pride anymore. That shouldn’t matter. I should apologise, you think to yourself firmly.

   Alright. Apologising. Sorry. You inhale deeply, gathering your senses and calming your jittery nerves. Why are you even nervous? It’s not like you’re professing your undying love to him. Chill the fuck out.

   As you’re standing before Mark’s single, wooden door (which looks extremely daunting for some reason), it doesn’t dawn on you that perhaps you should knock first.

   If it had, then perhaps you wouldn’t be staring at a shirtless Mark, your hand still wrapped around his doorknob and your mouth hung agape.

   “Oh my God, Mark!” You cover your eyes, the door shutting behind you with a creak. You’re a bit ashamed at how fast your cheeks are overtaken by a hot, prickling feeling. “Why are you naked?”

   Mark, though just as startled as you are, has the common sense to reach blindly for the stained shirt he just took off, holding it in front of him. “What do you mean why am I naked? Why are you here?”

   You take a few steps back, your back pressed up against the door. “I- I came up here to say I’m sorry. You know, for uh, just now?”

   Your hands slowly fall to your sides as you burn holes into Mark’s carpeted floor with your eyes instead. 

   “Oh, uh, o-okay. Apology accepted, I guess.” Mark’s voice cracks and he clears his throat. “Let me just uhm—”

   You can hear his drawer sliding open and the faint rustle of fabric. All the while you keep your gaze glued to the floor, feeling your cheeks grow warmer by the second. Oh my God, you’re acting like a little girl who’s just held a boy’s hand for the first time.

   This isn’t the first time you’ve seen a guy naked—for fuck’s sake, Mark’s not even naked. He’s all covered up where he should be. Why is the sight of just his bare body from the waist up making your mind go blank and your palms grow sweaty? It’s not like you have feelings for him anymore. No, you don't.

   “You can uh, you can look up now.”

   You steel yourself, looking up to face Mark. Why did you have to steel yourself? It’s not like he’d have taken even more clothes off once you looked up again. You feel like slamming your head into the wall.

   You fiddle with your fingers, searching for something to say to try and ease the tension. “Uh, sorry. For spilling that Coke all over you, I mean.” You scratch the nape of your neck. “And for you know, walking in on you changing.”

   “Why didn’t you leave?”

   Your shoulders slump. “Huh?”

   Mark chuckles confidently, like he’s unabashed. His cheeks are ablaze with colour, though. “I mean, why didn’t you just back out of the room when you walked in on me changing? Why’d you just stand there?”

   You blink at him. Why didn’t you just leave? “I- I froze up, okay? Don’t bully me!” Your ears are burning.

   “Yeah, okay, okay.” Mark raises his hands by his sides, that entertained smile never leaving his lips. “Let’s go back down, okay? I still need to finish my work.”

   You chew on your inner cheek. “Yeah, whatever,” you try to find a creative name to call him.

   “Yeah, I know. Nerd.” Mark raises his brows at you, still with that amused grin. You wish you could smack it right off his stupidly handsome face.

   You huff, turning on your heel and practically booking it to the stairs. Mark catches up to you in no time with long, languid strides. Stupid long ass legs.

   “Hey, wait up, loser,” he says, a hint of delight in his voice. He pokes your side and you jump, shoving his hand away and mustering a weak glare at him. “Oh, are you ticklish?”

   You gnaw on your bottom lip. “No, I’m not, fatass!” Despite your harsh tone, your cheeks deceive you, blossoming with warmth yet again.

   Mark smiles genuinely this time, although there’s no sarcastic edge to it whatsoever. “You getting shy?”

   “No, I’m not.”

   “Hey, don’t be upset!” The next thing Mark says is nearly incomprehensible, but you hear it. Oh, you definitely do.

   “You look cute.”

   Your head swivels to look back at Mark, and you realise that he hadn’t meant for you to hear that.

   The faintest of smiles teases your lips, before you turn away, denying him the satisfaction of seeing you break out into a grin. “Yeah, whatever, Mark.”

   Now, it’s Mark’s turn to be enveloped in heat as a red tint spreads across his cheeks.

[patandpran]

Feeling Alive - A MarkxKit Vampire Au

Mark walks Kit home from class every night but one night Mark isn't there. Padbok takes this opportunity to threaten Kit again but something or someone saves Kit...

Aka the Mark!Vampire AU that only Kylie @wjmild, Violet @kimmonv and I will enjoy. Written partially as a thank-you to Violet for my gorgeous new header!

Kit had always been afraid of the dark but thankfully he had Mark at his side to make him feel safe. Mark was an annoyance to say the least - an adorable annoyance - but Kit was happy to have someone to accompany him home after his late night classes.

That’s how Mark and Kit had met in the first place. Pha had always been the one to walk him back to his dorm but when he suddenly disappeared, Kit dreaded his evening classes as the campus was practically empty at such hours. It creeped him the hell out - not that he was ever going to let anyone know that.

Kit had been walking home one night where it was particularly dark when Mark stepped into his path. He had heard about Mark, Wayu’s best friend, but had never met him in person before. Kit was immediately startled by Mark’s presence but something about Mark made him feel completely at ease. Kit wasn’t the type of person to trust others quickly but Mark seemed to be an exception to that rule.

Mark had introduced himself and insisted on walking Kit home now that Pha was not around to do so. Kit was suspicious of Mark’s intentions but considering how pushy the younger man was, there was not much Kit could to argue the arrangement.

So here they were. They had their nightly routine of Mark waiting outside of Kit’s late night classes and chatting his ear off until he safely delivered Kit to his dorm building. Mark was outrageously flirty, annoying beyond belief and he never stopped talking but Kit would have to be blind not to recognize how attractive Mark was. Plus, an even more embarrassing part of Kit found Mark kind of charming and loved the attention he was getting from Mark. Kit had never experienced someone being so forward about their feelings before and it was kind of addicting.

Kit had started to look forward to Mark picking him up so the one evening when Kit walked out of his class and didn’t find Mark waiting at the picnic table or stairs as well, he noticed just how disappointed he felt. Had he been too mean to Mark? Had Mark suddenly found some other person to aim his affections at? Had he been reading too much into their interactions all this time and Mark was just being a Good Samaritan?

Sighing, Kit adjusted his bag strap on his shoulder and tried to remind himself that Mark had not been in his life for very long. He could go on without Mark. It wasn’t like Kit needed him anyway. There wasn't anything wrong or unsafe about him walking alone on his own.

Kit pulled out a set of earphones and put them in his ears, queuing up a playlist that would hopefully make him feel a bit better. He felt ridiculous for sulking so much. It wasn’t like him. What had Mark done to him? It made Kit feel pathetic.

With music blaring in his ears to accompany him on the journey to his dorm, Kit set off. The moon was high in the night sky and thankfully the stars were quite bright that evening as there was not much street light. Kit tried to ignore how dark it was by focusing on the melody of the music that was blasting in his ears. He hummed along and quickened his pace.

Kit suddenly felt as if he was not alone. The hairs on the back of his neck raised and he looked around to see if his suspicion was correct. He yanked his earbuds out so that he could survey his surroundings more attentively. Kit’s heart began to race as he looked around him and saw that there was no one in sight. Kit was alone but he still had a stark feeling that he was being followed.

“Hello?”

Kit called out to the darkness. There was no response that followed so he chalked it up to his paranoia. He decided that it was best not to continue to listen to music and increased his pace even more. Sweat sprouted on his brow as he continued on his way.

Just as he was passing by an alleyway, someone tapped him on the shoulder. Kit held in a sheik as he whipped around to see who was interrupting his journey home. There was a part of him that hoped it was Mark catching up to him but instead he saw someone who made his heart sink: Padbok.

Earlier that day, Thanu had met up with Kit to borrow some more notes to make sure he was ready to return to class and despite Padbok’s earlier threats to stay away from Thanu, Kit had gone ahead and ignored him.

Despite the fact that Padbok had already attacked him, Kit puffed up his chest and demanded, “What do you want from me?”

A sickly grin spread across Padbok’s mouth. “Someone that looks as cute and innocent as you shouldn’t be wandering around the streets at night like this…. alone.”

The emphasis that Padbok put on the word ‘alone’ sent shivers down Kit’s spine. The taller man looked down at Kit and Kit took a few steps back before responding, “I think you should leave me alone.”

This just made Padbok look even more amused. He began to stalk toward Kit, backing him into the darkened alleyway. Kit wanted desperately to stand up for himself but Padbok had already back him up against the cold brick wall. Kit winced and balled his hands into fists, desperately wishing he had the courage to fight Padbok. The issue was that he didn’t want to make the situation even more dire by riling Padbok even more by trying to fight back.

“Why couldn’t you just listen to me, Kit?” Padbok growled in a low tone.

Just like the first time, Padbok wrapped his hands around Kit’s neck and Kit tried to react. Unfortunately, it seemed like Padbok had come alone this time so Jack did not know to warn Mark about the attack. Where was Mark when Kit needed him the most?

Kit could feel his airway closing as Padbok pressed down harder, coiling his long fingers even tighter around Kit’s neck. Kit started to feel faint and lose consciousness due to the lack of oxygen and felt his knees grow weak. With every last remaining amount of strength, he tried to claw at Padbok’s hands but it did nothing to help his situation.

Just as the darkness started to close in, Kit thought he saw something move across his vision at an inhuman speed. His vision was too blurry to distinguish what it was but a moment later, he felt the tension on his neck release and he fell forward, his wrists hitting the pavement. He was too disoriented to tell what was going on but he heard a groan that must have belonged to Padbok a few feet away from him.

Before Kit could figure out who or what had saved him, he fell unconscious.

++++++++++++

Kit slowly opened his eyes and his throat was extremely dry. He breathed out and it sounded slightly like a wheeze but he felt strong enough to push himself up into a seated position against the headrest of the bed he was sitting in. It took him a moment to realize he was in a room he didn’t recognize.

“You’re awake.”

Kit’s attention snapped to a darkened part of the room. Out of the shadows, Mark emerged, a concerned look on his face. What was odd about the whole thing was how Mark was keeping his distance. He never interacted with Kit without being a close as humanly possible. It confused Kit greatly but maybe he was just being respectful.
 “Is this your room?” Kit wondered, running his hands along the sheets that seemed like they had never been slept in before they were so crisply folded, aside from the spot where he now sat.

“Yes.” Mark explained, his voice somewhat shaky. “Sorry. I don’t know your room number or I would have brought you to yours.”

Kit surveyed the room and found that there was little personal possessions around the space. It was all very minimalistic. Kit turned his attention back to Mark and asked, “What happened to Padbok?”

Mark’s brow furrowed deeply. “Don’t worry about that. He got what he deserved.”

“What does that mean?” Kit asked and suddenly brought his hands up to his throat where Padbok had injured him. He suddenly remembered just how emotionless Padbok’s eyes had become when he was choking him and wondered if Mark was right about Padbok.

Kit let his hands fall to his side, “So… you were the one that saved me or did you just find me?”

“Saved you is a bit of a dramatic way to put it.” Mark mused, leaning against a wall. “I’m hardly a hero.”

“Some people would call you one.” Kit muttered shyly, his gaze falling to his palms which he saw were covered in scratches and dried blood.

“Heroes don’t let the ones they care about get hurt.” Mark explained and Kit’s breath hitched at the response.

He had never seen Mark look so serious before. In fact, it was almost chilling. Kit somewhat missed the annoying and lighthearted side of Mark that he was used to.

“You don’t owe me anything, Mark.” Kit answered. “It’s not your job to keep me safe. I can handle it myself.”

“I don’t know if I would call what was happening in that alleyway ‘handling it’.” Mark shared.

For some reason, this pissed Kit off. He blurted out in frustration, “Well, if you had been there after class then no one would have had to ‘handle it’.”

The room became ridiculously silent. Kit wished he had not said anything. The last thing he wanted was to reveal to Mark just how much he cared about him. He didn’t want to embarrass himself like that.

“I’m sorry, Kit.” Mark’s voice sounded broken somehow, the guilt dripping from his every word. “I was…”

“You were what?” Kit spat out, looking up at Mark with an intensity that scared even him. “Flirting with someone else? Walking someone else home?”

Mark’s gaze dropped to the floor and the silence in the room grow even thicker. Kit couldn’t believe how he had let himself be drawn in by a playboy like Mark. All the flirting, the stolen kisses, it all meant nothing. Mark didn't care about Kit. He cared about the chase. The game of it all.

Kit still did not feel well enough to leave but he needed to be alone so he pushed himself off of the bed and made his way to Mark’s bathroom and slammed the door.

“Kit! Don’t!” Mark cried out but Kit ignored the protests.

He turned on the tap and splashed water on his face, hoping that he might be able to catch his breath and recenter himself somewhat. Out of the corner of his eye, Kit spotted a laundry basket where a shirt had been discarded. It was drenched in blood to the point that Kit’s jaw dropped. How had Mark lost so much blood and was still standing?

Kit threw open the door and stalked toward Mark, “What the hell happened in that alleyway, Mark?”

“Kit. Keep your distance. Please.” Mark scrambled backward, terror in his eyes. “I’m serious, Kit. Stop.”

“Why was your shirt covered in that much blood, Mark?” Kit demanded, pointing to the bathroom. “What did you do to Padbok? I’m a medical student. I know that someone doesn’t look that much blood without consequences.”

“I…. just, please, let me explain!” Mark called out and Kit shook his head in disbelief.

Once again, Kit advanced on Mark and Mark tried to get away. They played a game of cat and mouse for a moment before Kit finally was able to corner Mark. Kit put both hands on either side of Mark, blocking his escape. Mark turned his face away, wincing and thrashing as if he was in pain just because of Kit’s proximity.

“Kit.” Mark choked out. “Get. Away. From. Me.”

Kit noticed that the wounds on his palms from the pavement had opened again and blood was trickling down his hand. As a drop hit the floor, Mark’s nostrils flared and his eyes popped open, his pupils wide. There was a wildness about the way that Mark was looking at him that both terrified and fascinated Kit.

A low growl came from Mark and just as Kit was about to back away, Mark took Kit’s bleeding hand in his and turned Kit’s wrist toward his mouth. Mark had kissed them there before Kit sensed this time was different. He could hear his heartbeat thundering in his ears and watched in shocked stillness as Mark opened his mouth to reveal a set of pointed fangs.

Instinctively, Kit yanked his hand from Mark’s grasp and stumbled backward, his mind reeling at what the hell was going on. There had always been something different about Mark but Kit had obviously not realized how different.

As Kit put distance between them, it was as if Mark got a handle on himself again. He shut his eyes and shrunk to the ground in a crouch and covered his mouth with his hands. He looked as if he had betrayed himself and Kit was shocked to find himself sympathetic to Mark’s situation. Mark looked beyond horrified with his actions but Mark had no idea how to comfort someone in this kind of circumstance.

Plus, he couldn’t help but still be incredibly drawn to Mark. Kit sat down to the ground as well and waited quietly, keeping a good distance between them as Mark seemed to regain his composure slowly. The shaking stopped and Mark opened his eyes, looking more guilty than Kit had ever seen a person before.

“I… I didn’t want you to find out like this.” Mark murmured and he looked as if he was about to start crying. Could a creature like Mark even cry?  “I… I understand if you never want to see me again.”

Kit didn’t know what to say. There was no script for something like this. He didn’t know how to navigate it properly but there was a question he needed answered immediately: “What happened to Padbok?”

“I… got carried away.” Mark explained. “But don’t worry, I didn’t kill him. I was able to get you both to my car and I dropped him off at the hospital. He’s going to be fine and he won’t remember anything.”

“Won’t remember anything?” Kit repeated in a daze. He was relieved that Mark had not killed anyone though.

“I can erase the memories of my… victims.” Mark shared, his words dripping with embarrassment.

A worried thought shot through Kit’s mind and he blurted, “Have you ever erased my mind?”

Mark looked at Kit with such sadness that it broke Kit’s heart. Mark muttered, “I never want to hurt you, Kit. That’s why I always feed before I see you… but today I got delayed which is why I wasn’t there when you got out of class. When I finally got to campus, you were gone but I followed your scent to that alleyway and when I saw Padbook, I just lost it.”

Kit’s eyes widened at Mark’s honesty. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He murmured, “So… you feed every night before you meet up with me so that you can… be close to me?”

“I know it sounds so weird and perverse.” Mark answered, looking beyond ashamed. “This isn’t something I chose. A few years ago I was attacked and I was given the decision whether to change or die… I was an idiot kid! I should have died but… I’ve tried to make the best of it.”

Kit felt himself relaxing into wrapping his head around what he was heading. Mark continued on,  “I don’t kill people… I take just enough to keep me going, erase their minds and send them on their way. The worse that usually happens is that people have to take some extra iron pills for a while. I’ve tried to keep under the radar, to keep my distance from people but Wayu encouraged me to try to get back to normal… so I applied for university and when I got in, I took all evening classes for obvious reasons… and then I met you.”

“What do you mean?” Kit wondered why this was an important part of the story.

“You changed everything again, Kit.” Mark explained, a smile on his lips. “I met you and everything just clicked. I felt something again, when I hadn’t felt anything but emptiness in so long. I had floated through life ever since my change…. but you…”

It was as if he couldn’t properly form the thought so Kit whispered, “What, Mark?”

Mark looked up and locked eyes with Kit. “You made me want to start living again.”

Without a second thought, Kit crawled toward Mark and threw his arms around him, pulling him in tightly. The swell of emotion that filled Kit because of Mark’s words had blocked his better judgment but he didn’t care anymore. He trusted Mark with his life, even if Mark was likely the most dangerous thing that he had ever encountered. The whole thing was a ridiculous paradox but Kit no longer cared. All he wanted was to be near Mark.

Mark felt stiff at first in Kit’s grasp but he quickly relaxed into the contact. Mark breathed in and nuzzled his nose into Kit’s hair before pressing his lips to Kit’s neck. Kit was momentarily shocked by just how cold Mark’s kiss was but the thought disappeared as Mark continued to trail kisses down along his collar bone, along his arm and down to his favourite spot: Kit’s wrist.

Kit’s breath hitched as Mark kissed his wrist, the most vulnerable spot on the human being aside from the neck. The realization sent thrilling chills down Kit’s spine. Mark dropped another kiss on Kit’s wrist before looking up at Kit through thick lashes, “I love that spot the most because I can feel your heartbeat.”

At that, Kit surged forward and captured Mark’s lips in his own. The whole situation was ridiculously intoxicating and they both seemed to be getting lost in it all. They slowly sunk to the floor, wrapping each other’s arms around each other once again as they continued to kiss.

Kit was about to deepen the kiss once again, when one of Mark’s fangs pierced his lip and Kit pulled away in pain. Kit brought a hand up to his mouth and winced and Mark muttered, “Oh, shit. Sorry.”

Kit couldn’t believe how ridiculous the situation they were in was. He began to laugh and couldn’t help but fall into a complete giggle fit, still in Mark’s arms. “This is… beyond insane.” Kit remarked, shaking his head.

“Welcome to my world.” Mark beamed fondly at Kit and brought one hand up to cradle Kit’s cheek.

“I can’t believe I’m becoming a doctor and my boyfriend is a creature that has to feed on the blood of the living.” Kit shared, an amused smile on his lips. “Seems kind of backward, doesn’t it?”

Mark’s eyes grew wide. “Your boyfriend?”

Kit narrowed his eyes at Mark. “That’s not seriously all you took away from what I just said.”

“I call it selective hearing.” Mark expressed.

“Don’t Vampires have really good hearing?” Kit lifted an eyebrow.

Mark frowned slightly, “I don’t like using the ‘V’ word. I’m not into labels.”

“And yet you liked when I accidentally called you my boyfriend.” Kit answered.

“You can’t take something like that back, Kit.” Mark pouted and Kit couldn’t help but find it adorable.

Kit rolled his eyes. “Fine. We’re boyfriends. Happy?”

“Ecstatic.” Mark responded, dropping another kiss on Kit’s lips. “You know, when you first kissed me, I wondered if you were like me…”

Kit was confused. “Why?”

Mark’s eyes danced with mischief. “Because you bit me.”

“MARK!” Kit cried out and balled his fists up and battered them against Mark’s chest.

“No matter how hard you hit, Kit, you’re not going to restart that heart of mine.” Mark shared, an amused look on his face.

Kit let out a frustrated huff before looking up at Mark, “You have to promise me one thing though.”

“Anything.” Mark didn’t miss a beat.

“Don’t make me walk home alone ever again.” Kit stated, his tone serious.

“I think I can make that commitment.” Mark promised and pulled Kit in close again.

Kit rested his head against Mark’s chest and was somewhat surprised when he couldn’t hear a heartbeat. There was a lot that Kit figured he was going to have to get used to but it was more than worth it….

…For when he was with Mark, Kit had never felt so alive.

[blackvelvetwriteson]

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄

                                                (  ~ Shinsou Hitoshi x Gender Neutral                                                               Reader Insert ~ )

GENRE: Fluffy Angst!                                                                

FANDOM: Boku No Hero Academia (My Hero Academia)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: This one is full of HELLA violence and angst. Talks of blood, suicide (briefly), etc is portrayed in this fic, even suggested drug abuse. There’s also curse words here. Shinso and Reader are aged up to 18. Class 1A and General Studies are mentioned a lot but they’re all 3rd years in this fic, I’m just going by Shinso and Reader only knowing the Class 1A kids strictly BECAUSE they were in the hero course. I’m gonna start clarifying that because, even though these students are generally in my age group, I still don’t want the image of these teenagers going through sexual encounters or heavy stuff like this being broadcasted. At least not from MY platform, whatever platform it may be.

SUMMARY: After a big villain/ hero battle, you and Shinso were the only heroes on the scene forced to flee, the villains having surrendered. You were teetering in and out of consciousness. The villains that were antagonizing you got into your head and you’d pushed those thoughts off to the side until they came back one night a week and a half later...

WORD COUNT: 4498

(Headers are mine, but the art inside of them are not! Please don’t steal or repost without credit!)

  “HITOSHI!” You screamed out his name as you were becoming surrounded more and more, the villains sneering at you as more came from around the way, your quirk not strong enough to keep them at bay. Not by yourself at least. You took a side glance and noticed that your partner was having troubles too, knowing that he’d be having issues as well as his quirk was even more ineffective in this situation than yours. You were staring at him, watching him get beat up, but as you were about to move you were greeted by a swift kick to the stomach. Grimacing, you shuddered and shakily tried to move towards your boyfriend, feeling your hair getting tugged roughly, yanking you back into place as blood dared to trace your bottom lip. You looked over with glassy eyes as one of the villains came forth from a thick mob of their cohorts.

    “Mmm… Pitiful, weak hero. Calling for someone who isn’t willing to answer. You know…. Hero society is so damn corrupt…” The menace that’d been tugging your hair twisted their hand, wrapping your locks around his fingers causing you to cry out. You tried to reach behind you and you finally let the tears that were in your eyes fall. “L-Let me g-“ you were interrupted by a cold clock jab in your already bruised face, knocking you out.

   Just then you jolted awake, gasping for air that didn’t want to come down, trembling, your face already soaked with tears, meanwhile outside there was a harsh storm brewing up, the wind whipping through the tree’s leaves and branches. You shrieked quietly as you heard something outside break and you whimpered softly, looking down and seeing that your love, Shinso Hitoshi, wasn’t next to you anymore. Where could he have gone at this hour? Especially in this storm? It was 3:30 in the AM, and you shook your head trying to comfort yourself.

    “I-It’s just a nightmare…” You felt your clammy sweat sheening your forehead, only illuminated by the occasional lightning that cut across the sky.

     “For fucks sake…” You tangle your fingers in your hair and crush your head between your knees, screeching as a loud thunder clap knocked on the roof of the house, everything shaking and photos even falling off of the wall. You feel your chest get tight, your palms moist with sweat from having your hands balled up, more tears non consensually running down your face, searing into your skin as your flashback prevailed.

    “What a worthless weakling like you. A hero that can’t save anyone much less yourself… Hah.. Funny. ‘Hero’ scum…” The villain smirked as they leaned in closer and examined your face. “And stupid too.. Why are the two of you fighting for a system that hates you?” They scoff as they cross their arms, dragging the tip of their knife over the underside of their chin. “You, me, and that purple haired fellow… We’re not so different y’know.”

   “I-I’ll NEVER be like you! You have n-no p-power over me!” 

   The villain smirked once more and clicked their tongue. “Hmm…. Are you sure about that? Any of it?”

  Damnit. They’d noticed and picked up on the uncertainty in your voice and now they’re using it against you, maybe. The heroes love you, right? They supported you… Right? The heroes are… Fair for everyone… R..Right?

  You slap your head trying to bring yourself back to reality and then the villain’s words had branded their spot into your brain rent free, your breathing shaky, your lips trembling, your eyes darting around the room.

    “I’m just like you… My quirk so… Useless that it might as well be like I don’t have one in the first place. Huh… I’m just somebody that the heroes cast aside because I couldn’t be of use. I used to be in the hero course too, yknow. What they don’t tell you is, ‘if you don’t have use; not conventionally attractive, no flashy quirk, and not a money maker, then nobody loves you, and they’ll throw ya out’.. Just like they did to me. Like that damn All Might. And he’s supposed to be a teacher for you guys- what a joke. I mean look at me! My tooth is all chipped… My hair is super short… My hands and face tainted with scars… You’re one of the pretty ones… And he’s not half bad looking either… Though he could do with more sleep. While I’m at it, you could to..” The villain stroked over your cheek and  you flinch, finally letting tears fall, your nose burning as you held back and tried to hold out for back up that’d never come to your aid. “Shinso over there deserves a spot in the hero course- More than about three of those damn pesky hero wannabes- and that’s just off the top of my head,” The villain continued to press on. “… So tell me why exactly you’re both in general studies or whatever?”

   As much as you didn’t want to believe it, it was the truth. Did it irk you so much because those words that you heard your late parents utter come from a villain’s lips? Why did you feel so much about it? Why did you feel so much for the villain? Why the FUCK should you care?… But also, what’s with the hesitation? They’re the enemy! They tried to kill you at the end of the day…. And you know that they damn well easily could… But they didn’t.

You threw the covers off of you and you shook your head quickly.

    “NO! No no no no!!!! Get out of my head!” You hit your head against the mattress, your body aching and coated in lazily wrapped up bruises, cuts, scars and slashes that’d scabbed over and opened back up, the blood searing your skin-or so it felt like- as it slid down from your injury. You suddenly remembered where Shinso went- out to get a medicinal refill. One for your pain and another for these harsh flashbacks. You tried to relax, sliding out of the bed, the thunder rumbling making you way more jumpy than usual. You made it to the bathroom and locked yourself inside, pressing your back against the wall, sliding down until you were sitting on the ground, hugging your knees, crying in the darkness, your eyes narrowed out in rage as you relived the scene, the villain now jeering at you as you squirm helplessly within their henchman’s grasp.

    “O-Of course I’m sure…” But were you really? You winced as you felt the villain closing in, smirking, his lips practically touching your ear, his hands on your hips… Protectively? You try and kick away and you’re roughly pushed against a broken building on fire. They smirk as you squeak, trying your hardest to push them off of you but you can’t muster up the strength from your broken body and you end up a mass of tears. How the fuck did you even manage to escape the henchmen and fight them off long enough? You might as well have stayed held up… You cornered yourself. Freedom short lived but also at the hand of Shinso’s safety.

    “If only I was smarter… He would be able to fight off longer…”

       “Aw, honey. What are you so scared of,” they teased and taunted, wiping your tears gently. You tried to think… What WERE you afraid of? You assumed already that becoming a hero wouldn’t be an easy or particularly safe job, you knew what you wanted- to save people. Were you scared that suddenly you were powerless against a pretty powerless villain? Or that none of the bigger heroes had came to your aide? Or… Maybe it was what the villain said was true and you didn’t want to accept it. Maybe it was because you didn’t have much power, and because of that, the death toll of surrounding civilians continued to climb higher. Maybe it was the fact that finally you might be dying. Maybe you were scared for Shinso? But… He was still fighting. Why couldn’t you? Your face overcame a weak shade of red as you heard the villain snicker in your ear, their breath tickling at your ear lobe. You flinch and try and push away, a sharp shard of debris from the broken building plunging into your skin and muscles, narrowly missing your spine. You wince and yell out loudly, wondering how long you could keep going, your knees weak, hero costume torn and tattered, your knees giving out as you lean against the enemy for support wondering when your fucking support was gonna come. It’d been HOURS and you and Shinso have been holding your own both of you wishing you could’ve ended the fighting sooner, but physically unable to.

    “I guess… In the end, they were right. I DO indeed make a much better villain… These people.. They give me everything I could have ever asked for… A home. Acceptance.. But you fucking assholes… You’re trying to take that from me! WE DON’T NEED MONEY OR ANYTHING FLASHY TO SUCCEED! I’m sick of the world only saving certain people. That’s why we do what we do… SO the world can save everyone… But you motherfuckers don’t see it.. You’re trying to destroy it… And guess what? I have backup and you don’t. OUR family is more loyal than yours… You know they can all see you right? You’re the face of everyone’s screens… You’re on the heroes’s radar. But they don’t give a DAMN. You’re. Not. Them. Now.. Enough of that. I asked you a question. Be a good little hero and answer it or I’ll just have to kill you,” they shrugged, unsheathing a beautiful blade with vines engraved so neatly, the shine reflecting orange and yellow on your skin. They started dragging the tip up your arms. “Was it what I said? Are you realizing that it’s the truth,” they hissed in your ear.

    “Mmm.. Cmon… Speak up. I can’t hear you.. But before you lie to me… Look around. Where’s that beloved All Might of yours? Where’s Endeavor? Or Ecto, or Orca? Eraserhead? Your own teacher?! Nowhere. Just you and Shinso. How the hell are you two supposed to defend against all of us? They sent you out to die. They know where you both are but they aren’t here. Huh. And yet-“

    “SHUT UP,” you cried out, wiggling against your restraints trying to push those thoughts to the side. “Fuck fuck fuck… Please… Please shut up!” They ran their fingers through your hair, leering over you as they admired the beautiful tears that fell from your face at first from being scared and then next from realization. “Oh sweetheart~ You say I have no power over you, just you wait,” they winked and they backed away dropping their weapon and ogling you. “I’ll just help you out. We ALL surrender,” he retreated, yawning, the spotlights falling over you and a beat up Hitoshi, panting and bleeding though you were more broken, the villains surrounding the both of you receding into one clump. Your knees gave out and you dropped to the ground having no crutch, the villain antagonizing you having fell back. You were falling unconscious practically, your eyes fluttering and unresponsive. 

   “(Y/N!)” You heard Shinso’s smooth voice barely before you tried to answer with a small grunt. You felt new warmth taking over as he dropped next to you, brushing your tattered hair out of your face, his eyes wide with rage and worry. “(Y/N), answer me,” he said softly, cradling your head against his chest.

    “Y-Yeah..” You managed a small response, your mind instantly becoming foggy and your body warm as he activated his quirk, his voice chiming quietly in your head.

    “Just stay with me, baby. We’ll get you to the doctors… Rest…” And that’s all you heard before you’d slipped, your body tingling from the blood  loss. 

   You were ripped from this flashback and you were cradling yourself, trembling on the cold tiled floor of your bathroom waiting for Shinso to come back, knowing that you couldn’t take much more of this.

    “They were right,” you whispered quietly. You went to talk to All Might about what happened, asking to seek counseling and help because of these severe PTSD episodes and he simply brushed you off with, “All heroes are expected to perform at top! Meds and further counseling could be damaging to your performance,” and Endeavor pretty much told you to get over it. You remembered how all of the villains had back up and they even seemed to have your back too. They knew that they could all kill you AND Shinso in the same breath but instead they surrendered and opened your eyes. You didn’t want to believe it… Did you really belong in the hero course? Were they just saying that to get in your head? You didn’t know what was going on anymore.

    “Why are those fucking hero course kids treated like fine china?? Why do they get special counseling, training, and shit and we’re stuck here?! Why?! WHY! I’m trying to work my ass off even more than they do because they have flashy quirks!” You slowly stopped crying, sitting up on your knees absolutely enraged as you stared at the floor.

    “They had loads of support… Where was everyone when we needed them…? Did they really send us out to die?” You rubbed your arm as you tried not to slip into your previous mind state, waiting patiently. There was a gentle knock on the door, causing you to jump and shriek.

    “(Y/N)? Are you okay?” It was just Shinso… The very person you’d wished to see. But why did suddenly it feel all wrong? You heard a small paper bag rustling on the other side and you sighed softly, draping your hand over your forehead, slowly unlocking the door, your knuckles broken and bloodied from pounding at the floor. Shinso��s eyes widened. He knew that your episodes were bad but you never went so far as to do this. It was mostly just crying and trembling. The answer was obvious but the both of you didn’t really care for the honest truth. You’d broke… You lost faith and hope. Your hard work, busting your ass trying to catch up to the hero course kids— Even MINETA! He’s a fucking perv that wears a bowl as his hero costume!

   “(Y/N)… What happened..?” He asked with caution, probably already knowing what’d gone down in his absence. Your eyes teared up as you saw his expression, his eyes swirling with intense dejection and brood. Suddenly you felt that you were in the way. In the way of his happiness and your fellow students. But… How could you just stand by and watch as your friends try and fail to reach the impossible status of the Hero Course kids. You didn’t hate Class 1A for this, it’s not their fault after all. It’s always been like this even before they knew how to say UA High. You were deflated instantly, but still you were determined to find answers but too weak to accept the truth if it came from a villain’s lips. Shinso noticed the lax that seized your posture and he sat on the ground beside you as you refused to answer his question. You zoned out.. AGAIN, your eyes now fixated on that white paper bag that sat beside your boyfriend’s foot.

   “(Y/N)?” He snapped in front of your eyes a couple of times and you jumped, snatched back to reality, his messy purple hair sunk in front of his eyes, his eyes looking even more tired than usual. You couldn’t help but to think it was because of you. Then, he saw that you were back with him and not the monsters of your mind, his sleepy smile replacing the look of worry that was on his face when he came back to see you broken on the ground. 

    “H-Huh? O-Oh! S-Sor-“ And just like that, you were under his spell. He’d asked a question and you responded. His eyes were a little more hopeful and you gave in immediately to him as he gently commanded you around.

    “Come here and cuddle me,” he said softly, his words the only thing present in your head. With each command he gave, your body had a surge of warmth flowing through your veins causing you to shiver. This was the most relaxed you’d felt since… Since you got accepted to UA. You scooted a little, sitting up and straddling his lap, your legs wrapped around his waist and your head rested on his chest. He smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, picking both you and the bag up off of the floor and walking back to your room.

     You snuggled into his chest, your mind still fuzzy as he sat down at the foot of the bed, hugging you tighter, the bag now rested at the side of you.

     “Relax, baby,” he whispered in that soothing tone in your ear and suddenly, your body’s tension melted away and you leaned into him more. “Good kitty,” he chuckled softly as he started to rub your back. “Now.. Tell me what happened.”

       Before you knew it, you were spilling your guts starting with details of the fight to the breakdown you were going through and he grunted softly with a small nod, his jawline tensing up. “Hitoshi,” you whispered softly against his chest. “When will it get better?… When will I stop looking at pill bottles with malicious intent… When can we finally be good enough for everyone. I mean fuck.. We’re third years now and the kids that were in class 1A are still held on the highest possible pedestal,” you whimper as the pain of your injuries become more apparent, your brain coming down from the numbing high he put you under. “…When will I stop getting in the way of you,” you added quietly, shifting a little and wincing, holding back more tears as you bury your face in his chest. Why’d you let it slip? He stroked over your hair and he continued to lull you into relaxation with his words.

    “Hey… Listen to me, (y/n),” he started, his hand on your hip the other ducking under your chin, his eyes locking onto yours as he guided your head up. “You’re NEVER in the way of me, okay? I understand… You think your hard work was all for nothing… Hero society is kind of.. Fucked up in that way, but listen to me. Okay? Are you listening?” His jawline tensed as he stared at you and you nodded slowly, brushing his sleek purple bangs out of his face.

     “You’re everything to me… I know you’re thinking of ditching this UA bullshit.. Hell I was whenever everyone told me how great of a villain I’d make because of my stupid quirk,” he said lowly, his voice a little wavery as he began to well up himself.

      “But…. Why can’t we become heroes that save everyone? We could.. I dunno make a smaller group.. For people with smaller quirks when we become pros. It’s not a matter of if.. And we don’t have to be super popular. I mean, think about it… Eraser isn’t too popular… But everyone knows his name and knows him as an underground hero.. And he’s got a quirk just like us. If he could do it then we definitely can… Just stick it out with me a little longer, baby. I promise you that things’ll get better.” He caressed your cheek gently and you let his words replace the villain’s. You pushed your head into his hands and you looked away from his eyes and down at his chest.

    “They surrendered for us… Toshi.. They were more of a family… They were together… And once ONE said to back off they all did… H-He said that the heroes could see us.. We were on the radar and we were ignored… How am I supposed to take that? I just.. I want a place where I can finally feel fucking normal.. Safe… Protected… He said it in the best and worst way.. We’re not the money makers here… So big name heroes don’t help… We exist too…”

   Shinso nodded and a small smile crossed his lips as he shed his jacket and wrapped it around you, the harsh punches of hard rain hitting your window finally subsiding a little.

     “Baby. So what if they saw us? They didn’t help and that’s on them. WE’RE known now though… If they are doing it for the money… Well then they’re not real heroes. We’re becoming heroes to save people.. Not… Money. Not fame. We’re gonna be the ones that save everyone and not just certain people… And maybe- just maybe.. We can coax those villains that we were fighting against out of villainy and maybe they’ll join us… Who knows?”          

      You smile at his hopefulness and you sit up again, pressing your lips against his and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He returned the kiss, both arms around your waist, a soft breath escaping him as he pushed into the kiss more. After a long, lingering moment, your drowsiness is more apparent and you pull away slowly, your lips still barely touching his, his forehead rested against yours. He opened his beautiful, exhausted indigo eyes and he stared into yours and you both sit there smiling at each other.

     “I love you, Hitoshi,” you whisper quietly as you start to play in his hair.

     “I love you too, Kitty,” he smiled more and held up the bag. “Let’s get you something to eat so you can take these okay? I think… Maybe a counseling session is in order? Since… We’re not hero course kids… We’ll have to pay for it ourselves, but it’ll be worth it! I promise,” he smiled at you as you take one of the bottles out of the bag. Once again, his pep talks calmed you down but this one inspired you. The incident was now seen in a new light… YOU weren’t the victim.. And you were gonna see to it personally that nobody else ever went through what both you and the villain did. You were going to make it, the villain’s and Shinso’s words to be the driver of your success.

      “Hey Toshi?” You asked quietly as he set you on the bed and made his way into the kitchen. You followed him and leaned in the doorway, playing with one of the smooth pills in your hands as you looked at him

     “Yes baby?” He rose an eyebrow as he sifted through the cabinets.

     “…We’re all in the same school… We’re all students trying to be heroes.. So why are the rest of us treated like shit?” He made his way over to you, kissing your forehead, a pack of fruit snacks, a small container of cookies, a bag of chips, and a bottle of water in hand.

     “You know.. That’s a good question… Maybe you should ask that when we’re top pros. I’ll be right by your side… Every single step of the way. I promise.” Your face burned with a bright blush and you grabbed Shinso’s hand, something slick and drenched rubbing against your legs. You jump and squeal quietly.

    “AH! WHAT THE FU- Oh! Snowball? Why were you outside during the storm??” You picked up your fluffy cat and Shinso smiled, holding your waist from behind, kissing the cat in the middle of his ears. He’d begged you to get a cat for so long and you finally got one, against the advice of the teachers. You guys were adults now. You were gonna act like it at least.

     “Hey… I have to take a shower… I’m all bloody and stuff.” He dragged you into the room, picking you up and tossing you on the bed along with the snacks. “Toshiii!!” He hopped on the bed next to you and climbed over you, kissing you gently everywhere but your lips, even attacking your neck a little.

     “Kittyyyy,” he mocked you and rolled his eyes playfully. Snowball made his way in between the two of you and he took his place on your chest purring loudly. “I think Snowball wants you to stay. And I do too.”

    “But-“

    “Shhhhhh…. Just stay a little while, okay? Then I’ll let you go take a shower.” You smile a little at his words and he lays down on both you and Snowball. Snowball purrs louder and stares at your boyfriend, his arms draped over you and his eyes closed as you play with his hair, his head rested next to Snowball’s on your chest. He hummed quietly as you take the pill, your fingers massaging at his scalp. He and snowball both fall asleep on you and you just stare at them, playing soft music from your phone. Despite Shinso’s talk, you were still afraid to sleep, however.. You didn’t mind staying awake, staring down at your beautiful boyfriend with his jawline so sharp it could fucking chop cheese, his messy purple hair still sprawled out though it rested more in his face than it did a few years ago. The pain of your injuries began to subside. Your mind was clear. You look at the purring cat and he looks at you through his squinted eyes before he falls asleep.

    Just his luck that the last thing he saw before he went to sleep today was that beautiful smiling face of yours.

[hero--for--fun]

Hi! For your how hot is that character: Mumen Rider, Amai Mask, Zombieman and Saitama. Also, who is the person in the middle in your header? Is it you? Thank you!

MUMEN RIDER

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

He is genuinely one of my favorite characters, and such a good boy. I wish they’d let him win at least one fight so he’ll be confident enough to Class B.

Imma put the others under a cut, purely because I’m using images

AMAI MASK

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

He’s handsome, and normally I’d give into that, but he’s really not my type. He looks like the kind of guy who’d make a big thing about how he’s taking the unpopular girl to prom, but then when he wins prom king he ditches her for the popular girl. He looks like he’s about to insult my anime keychains in that “Sorry not sorry” way, like “Wow, I didn’t know that anime was so old, surely those are from your childhood!”

ZOMBIEMAN

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

You’ve found my biggest weakness. I’m a sucker for scary/bad guys who are good with kids! The second he talked to Child Emperor, my heart fluttered.,,,I want to hold his hand.

SAITAMA

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

His looks are a meh for me unless he’s in his serious form. Even serious Saitama is a bit meh, but you know what, he’s alright. 

(Art done by @iudormu )

Yep, that’s technically me in the middle!

I started playing A Hero Nobody Knows recently and made my character into my self insert/OPM oc. Her real names Inuko, she has a twin sister, and the association picked her hero  name because a mix of her fighting style and making fun of her for something they witnessed.

[sparklyaxolotlstudent]

Ladybug Puppet Show

How to Succeed Thanks to Spite Part 3

“what”

That was the flat reaction of Nino during lunch break, when Alya had checked the Ladyblog after sitting with Marinette and him to get lunch, and had told them the number of views their video had gotten.

“A million views.” Said Alya, still not believing it.

“But we just posted it yesterday! Even your most popular video hasn’t passed the thousand views in a day!”

“Well, like 20 views of those views are mine” confessed Marinette.

“Same” Replied Adrien, putting his tray down and sitting at Marinette’s side. “That video was hilarious, and everyone seems to hate the movie, so it’s natural it went viral.”

“Viral? We went Black Plague!”

“Oh yeah, other ladybug blogs are linking to your video too” informed Nathaniel, who sat at the other side of Marinette.  

“… You follow other ladybug blogs?”

“… well, the Daily Ladybugle did pay me for some art for their headers, soooo…”

“Traitor”

“Cheapstake”

Alya and Nathaniel blew a raspberry at each other and then laughed at their own in joke.

“Weren’t you freaking out?”

“Oh right, sorry.  A MILLION VIEWS?”

The day went normally after that, with Alya checking every now and then the ladyblog, with the views numbers getting bigger and bigger each time. Even Miss Mendeleiev congratulated Nino and Alya during class, although she did point some of the weak points the video had, which at first annoyed Alya, but she took her advice seriously when Ms. Mendeleiev had told her “Good Work”.

The day of classes finished, Miss Bustier dismissed the class and while everyone was gathering their things, Alya’s phone buzzed, indicating a new e-mail. She decided to look at it.

“WHAT THE… bug” she quickly corrected when she noticed everyone was looking at her. Luckily their teacher was gone already, as was half the class.

“What’s wrong?” asked Marinette and Nino almost in unison.  

“That… GUY!” said Alya in a very angry tone. Marinette immediately motioned to reassure her friend, not wanting her to be akumatized. Alya gave her phone to Nino, who read quickly through the e-mail.

“Whoah dude! That’s not nice at all!” Half the people who had gathered around them questioned what wrong, with the other half giving reassurance to Alya. “It’s a cease and desist letter from the lawyers of the director of the Ladybug Movie. Apparently they saw our video and want it down. They even say that if we don’t delete the video they will take the whole Ladyblog down”

Everyone started to protest.

“They can do that?”

“Legally no, but I don’t doubt they will make it very very hard for Alya to keep it” Answered Adrien. “That guy is a real piece of work.”

“But it’s not fair, we worked hard in that video!”

“Unfortunately, you guys used material from the trailer and that is most likely copyrighted”

“It should still fall under ‘fair use’ as a parody”

“Still, if this is really real, we can’t afford That Guy suing us.”

“Well, your video is awesome. Why don’t you make it again but without any of his material?”

Everyone looked at Kim as if he had grown a second head. Alya was about to protest the unfairness of having to work again, but relented, as Kim’s idea was actually good. Nino seemed to think the same.

“That’s genius! That way we can claim we are making a parody of Ladybug and Chat Noir themselves instead of that awful movie!”

“Wouldn’t that be a little mean to them? Like, it will look like you’re making fun of our heroes”

“I’m sure they’ll be fine with that” Marinette added, but Alya was thinking.

“No, no, Rose is right; it could be seen as something mean. I’ll ask Ladybug and Chat Noir when I can, until then, that video is going down.”

“I’m pretty sure they’ll be fine with you making a parody of them. They probably already saw the original video too!”

Alya and Nino looked at Adrien weirdly.

“Holy cat, I never thought of that! What if they didn’t like the video? What if they thought we were making fun of them?”

“Oh my phone! What if they agree with That Guy?”

“Guys relax, as Ladybug’s best friend, I’ll ask her next time I see her”

And now everyone looked at Lila. Alya had to use all her willpower to not laugh at her face. She muttered a “thank you” and along with her closest friends, she went out of the classroom and the school.

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Ladybug was a bit nervous. How would she be able to convince Chat to patrol near Alya’s, when they almost never got there? She lived in a nice neighborhood without many incidents, so unless an akuma or another trouble got them near her, they barely went there.

She saw Chat very near the bakery, almost giving her a heart attack. Damn cat was too close… she should be more careful or he could end up thinking she was in love with ‘Marinette’ or something even more awkward.

“Hey Kitty”

“M’Lady, How are you in this purrecious night?”

“Good good. Uhm..”

“Hey, I was thinking about Alya’s video, and I think we should swing by and tell her how much we loved it!”

Ladybug smiled; she loved it when Chat and she were in the same wavelength. She nodded and they went right to Alya’s, which, unsurprisingly, was looking out for them.

They talked about the video and Ladybug had to feign surprise at the cease and desist, while Chat had some words of choice that he would probably don’t repeat in front of kids. Luckily Etta and Ella were playing in the living room and he had to censor himself, after both girls glared very effectively at him.

“It was a cool video. We laughed a lot at it yesterday”

“Really? It didn’t offend you guys?”

“Nah, you were making fun of that awful movie…”

“And even if you were making fun of us, it would be cool. It sort of humanizes us, unlike that movie who tried too hard to make us otherworldly and unapproachable.”

“So… my friends and I were thinking about maybe doing another video without material from the movie… but I wanted to ask first because it might look like we were making fun of you guys and.. “

Ladybug raised her hand and placed it in Alya’s shoulder in a gesture of reassurance. “Don’t worry about it. Like I said, it humanizes us, and I bet you and your friends will make an amazing work with it.”

“Yeah, you have our blessings! Just make sure to get my rugged handsomeness and witty humor right” said Chat while doing some poses. Etta an Ella giggled and approached him.

“We made this for you Chat!” they said in unison. It was a similar drawing as before, with Chat sporting nyan cat attire. They giggled again and left the living room.

“Hey, it seems they did capture your rugged handsomeness exactly right” Chat was staring at the drawing, when Ladybug noticed tears were starting to form on his eyes. “I’m joking, I’m sure they didn’t mean to…”

“This is the nicest thing anyone has ever given to me ever. I should totally get a nyan cat suit.”

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Had some trouble writing this one. The adventure start next one!

Also no, Lila will not get a call out this time. Everyone knowing she is delusional is more fun for this particular fic.

[dramapetit]

oii, poderia fazer headers de weak hero class 1 (com o sohu e sieun) por favor! desde já agradeço <33

feito! <3

[th4rr]

HyunWook Headers / Icons 🖤✔️

[the-thus]

Wolverine a one Marvel hero Worst Enemy in Comic Named as 'Cookie'

Wolverine a one Marvel hero Worst Enemy in Comic Named as ‘Cookie’

Wolverine is a miracle hero who doesn’t want to mess with you — so it would surprise fans to learn she was once bullied by a chef named Cookie. Wolverine, the most challenging member of the X Men, is known to be one of the most dangerous mutants on the planet. Fans of Marvel miniseries Origin, however, know that before Wolverine manifested his mutant powers, he was a weak boy … And his life was…

[tipsoctopus]

Raul Jimenez could become even better if Wolves land veteran attacker this summer - opinion

This article is part of Football FanCast’s In Numbers series, which takes a statistical look at performances, season-long form and reported transfer targets…

This summer Wolves have seen two of their Championship-winning promotion heroes walk out the door with Helder Costa and Ivan Cavaleiro heading off to pastures new.

For a side who played as few as 21 players in the Premier League last term, this is somewhat alarming.

On that evidence, Wolves need depth, particularly with Raul Jimenez at the risk of burnout following an arduous season which culminated with victory for Mexico in the Gold Cup.

However, one new signing could be particularly beneficial for him if Wolves do finally bring in some fresh faces during pre-season.

One of the names to be linked with a move is 35-year-old veteran Ricardo Quaresma.

In the video below, find out which former Chelsea star could be set to challenge Raul Jimenez as top dog at Wolves…

The Portuguese, who has 80 caps for his country, scored just three times last season in the Turkish Super Lig but still stood out despite his age.

What was most outstanding about his play in 2018/19 are the 11 assists he claimed in the league, demonstrating the creative class he has in his locker.

Quaresma has always been a flashy player and it’s the ability to produce something out of nothing that makes him an attractive proposition.

Yet, with 2.3 crosses per match to his name last term, he could be game-changing for Wolves’ attack and Jimenez.

Why? Because the more crosses he puts into the area, the more likely their Mexican is to find the back of the net.

Last season, no Wolves player managed more crosses than Quaresma. In fact, barring Joao Moutinho, who managed 1.7 per 90 minutes, it was incredibly underwhelming.

The next best player was Cavaleiro who managed 0.7 but he only started on six occasions.

In one fixture last campaign, Quaresma managed to deliver eight crosses for Besiktas, whilst he completed a further six in two other games.

But analysing where Jimenez has his shots from could also prove telling.

In 2018/19, he had 27 headed attempts at goal, per Understat, but only three of them found the back of the net. Below in green, are the areas from which he scored from for Wolves in the league.

As demonstrated, rarely does he get a chance inside the six-yard area, however, one of his goals in that position on the pitch was actually a header.

That area of his game is quite weak but it could become even better if they sign Quaresma.

Per WhoScored, barely any Wolves players were able to provide many crosses and as such, chances were limited for Jimenez. That could change if they land the Portugal international, however.

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Lionel Messi’s 600th goal marked him out as one of best ever and he doesn’t look like slowing down

In Argentina, they are obsessed with the idea of ​​ el pibe – the kid. From Diego Maradona to Ricardo Bochini, it's the small, slight No. 10 from the streets that they use to sum up their game.

The problem for Lionel Messi is that while he is short , while he wears that famous number and while he plays like he is from the barrios of Rosario, he is getting better with age.

El pibe is meant to fade out. By the time Maradona had turned 31, he was dogged by off-field scandal and punished by injury on it. Messi, at 31, defined a Champions League semi-final, further marking himself out as arguably the greatest player of all time.

Lionel Messi scored twice against Liverpool in the Champions League on Wednesday night

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His second strike, a sensational free-kick into the top corner, was his 600th Barcelona goal

Even his first goal for Barcelona's first team, technically scored twice, was something special

BARCELONA'S TOP SCORERS Player Goals Lionel Messi 600 Cesar Rodriguez 232 Ladislao Kubala 194 Josep Samitier 184 Luis Suarez 177

His 600th goal for Barcelona was something special. At one stage in his career, Messi's free-kicks were considered a weak point. Now it is the equivalent of a penalty for him.

But to really appreciate Messi, you have to go back to when he was a kid. Ronaldinho already knew the talent Barcelona possessed: "Messi was always very shy, but always a fantastic player.

" We lived on the same street, so I had a great relationship with him and his family. Just then I knew he was a better player than me. "

They had known from the off in his hometown or Rosario. His grandmother started a coach to let him play a junior game at the age of four. When he was allowed on, he ignored the first pass to him and it seemed like an error.

One of the defining goals of Messi's early career at Barcelona came against Getafe in 2007

He darted around gathered defenders, beat them all and then struck past the goalkeeper

MESSI'S FAVORITE OPPONENTS Opponent Goals Sevilla 36

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Atletico Madrid 29 Valencia 27 Real Madrid 26 Espanyol 25

Then he collected another, danced around defenders and let everyone know he was something special.

Barcelona snapped him up and the chatter around Messi started. By the age of 14, he was being noticed by avid Football Manager players, including Alex McLeish's son Jon, who tried to get his dad to take him on loan at Rangers.

At youth level he shone – those videos are now famous in hindsight. Then there were cameos for the first team and the moment, against Albacete in May 2005, when he scored his first. He was introduced from the bench and, teed up by Ronaldinho, he lobbed the goalkeeper. The flag then went up for offside, the blow to Messi clear.

So Messi just did it again. The same set up, the same goal. Finally, he had his first as a senior player in a Barcelona shirt.

Messi scoring his brilliant header in the Champions League final in 2009 against United

If you can score the same goal twice in a game, you can probably score 600 in 683 appearances. But when that ball hit the back of the net against Albacete, no one in the modern game posted those figures.

It's only because of Messi and, to a degree Cristiano Ronaldo, that we speak in those terms.

Messi took another 1721 days to hit his hundredth – the best along the way probably a slaloming run and goal against Getafe – although it has been a rapid falling of milestones since then.

He needed 654 days to reach his 200th goal, 473 days to reach the 300th, 791 days to reach his 400th and 735 days to score his 500th goal.

The Argentinian forward holds his shirt aloft after scoring his 500th at the Santiago Bernabeu

MESSI'S GOALSCORING MILESTONES Goal number Date Opponent Stadium 100 16/01/2010 Sevilla Nou Camp 200 01/11/2011 Viktoria Plzen Synot Tip Arena 300 16/02/2013 Granada Los Carmenes 400 18/04/2015 Valencia Nou Camp 500 23/04/2017 Real Madrid Santiago Bernabeu 600 01/05/2019 Liverpool Nou Camp

That double against Liverpool that took him to 600 was 739 days after his strike at the Santiago Bernabeu – his favorite away ground, with 15 goals – when the hero out his shirt towards the home fans.

Messi has scored 0.9 goals per game for Barcelona. And that has taken him to a level that is 368 more than their previous all-time scorer, Cesar Rodriguez.

Think about the pantheon or greats who have graced the Well Camp and know Messi has more than doubled his closest goalscoring

Messi is also the greatest goal scorer in the history of La Liga, with 417 strikes, and his 50 in the Copa del Rey show just how he has dominated Spanish football since his debut.

It is not just goal after goal against minnows either. Messi lights up the big stage. When there were doubts in England about his ability, he put a sword through Manchester United in the 2009 Champions League final with his head – responsible for 3.7 per cent of his goals – his boat flying off in the process.

Messi even scored against United with his boat flying off his foot – he kissed it in celebration

Then in 2011 there was what might be, in retrospect, deemed the Messi final. Again United were the opponents and again, they could not contain him. The truck from outside the box, where a huge 16.4 per cent of his goals come from, completely befuddling Edwin van der Sar.

Real Madrid and Espanyol both also feature in his top five for goals scored against opponents, at 26 and 25 goals respectively, while only Ronaldo has scored more than his 112 in the Champions League.

In fact, it is only Ronaldo and Messi who have scored 600 or more goals among active footballers and none of the top five, barring Gerd Muller, played in what could be deemed a truly competitive league. When it comes to Pele, for example, there remain doubts about what standard of opposition he faced for his supposed 1281 goals.

Messi also shone when Barcelona took on United in the Champions League final in 2011

The conversation around Messi has now become appreciate him while he still plays. How many more times will we get to see that left foot, responsible for 81.8 per cent of his strikes, wrap around the ball?

A few years ago, as fitness deserted him, it seemed like that was a limited time frame. Yet this season has been among its best.

The destroyed Spurs at Wembley with his double, also playing a sensational pass to set up their first. His chip against Real Betis went viral.

He scored twice against Spurs at Wembley this season and was the best player on the pitch

His chip against Real Betis also went viral earlier this year as an impressive attempt

What can still be said about the free-kick against Liverpool, less than 24 hours on from it hitting the back of the net?

Now the kid has become a senior star. At 31, it no longer seems unlikely that he will hit 700 goals. Who cannot foresee him playing for another five years?

The image has been busted. This pibe will not fade away.

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2017 Acura NSXs

Sprinkle the reanimated NSX adhesive future. If 3868 pounds, All Wheelchair Hybrid drives you as a passionate action on BtMTiteight NSX, you’re not alone. As the engineer’s performance leader engineer Jason Weirer said that the initial possibilities of a gas-powered NSX spread out as a herb that pulls them out as a maximum handheld within the corridors of Honda. . In the early days of brand new car, the NSX tents regularly quickly broke the battery power support system quickly.

It was over 5 years ago, and the NSX’s hybrid electromagnetic system is now a fully installed piece of speed speed. Mayorsol combines automobiles outside Ohio, completely two Turbo Chargers, three electromagnetic motors, 4 proprietary wheels, six cylinders, and 9 high equipments to perform a stable supporter. This would not be less important. There are an unusual number of questions about what the restarted NSX is. Performance is a rolling test bed for the future of performance technology which has performed. “You will not discover a car in its rating in ten years that will not supply electricity. I believe in it,” says Wedemer.

So we are the NSS X, not its first type of mesh to make electric and hydrocarbons mesh in achieving this speed, however, in a democratic way, with a high degree of credit in a democratic way. Even with the initial rate of $ 157,800, the NSX has such a difficulty in the troubleshooting economy. 2015 Excluding Porsche 918 spider performance and pure electric driving capability is a $ 700,000 reduction in its mid-engine heroes.

Wadmer may be discussing McRerson, Lamoroggies and Ferrors, when he predicted his 10-year-old prediction, but he would not have the power to perform the work in supermarkets. In order to prevent physics, electronics are designed to run inactive in automobile, where there is more resistance. Hybridized 911s and BMW M3s are not a scene, not only a possibility. It is an adhesive root of NSX accessories.

Our test vehicle reached $ 11,860 tires and break-ups. Base NS X iron brake uses routes and low aggressive summer weather tires.

For Acura, hybrid system that fully plays in the role of NSX 500-HP V-6, both old and new. Initially, the contemporary SMS civilizes each as a civilization as it is early. Seats, broad cabinets, and adjusting adjustments to specific Americans are important in this class such as electric motors that give offline lines offline. It is complicated without God, as simple as an automobile with engine behind a bike and six rate rates on the window might be possible.

More than any other contemporary automobile, NSX is active in a moment of 4 modes – chip, game, game plus, and track activity. Generally with calibration communication opportunities, with electronic help steering, adaptive dumpers and durability control systems, the NSX depends on individual combustion and electronically, depending on the individual’s handling. She is not sport: sport mode

Because there is no “normal” about 573-hp, talkk vectoring, gas-electric middle engine Akora, engineers have named NSX’s default road mode “game”. It removes us as an error, although the fact that NSX needs to be very intuitive, deliberately thermal inputs to accelerate rapidly in this mode. This is the best in metropolitan settings, where the power motors-2 is moving forward and engineers by dragging nsx with a high line of traffic compared to the traffic from a large system, but more than 3000 engines Without rpp without it

The engine cover designer may show that the final care Jaffie Pop. The size of two suspension settings for a little bit is a siege.

If you do not have an account yet, register now! I’m sorry to hear from you. With $ 1960, ParliPP does not throw traffic er wheels to raid the hills, despite our test cars and truck continuous mode disperses the steering input every minute on the road. Even as the weight ramp of guidance with more aggressive settings, the NSX is with motivation and accuracy. Many outstanding, NSXs never get it, it does not matter how fast and fast. Feel extraordinary, and as long as such fung is smooth, the body remains flat.

This body is so hybrid as powerful. It is basically made of aluminum castings, stamping and extrusions, however, A-pillar, ceiling beams, and windscreen headers are made of all steel, indicating that in the NSX body of 27 years The more ferrous metal is the original. Front floor boards are just a structural carbon fiber bits, although $ 21,600 roofing system, engine cover, will only buy enough carbon fiber to distribute.

Trains, Sandes, Disassers and Errors Seeing Our $ 202,960 Testing Car Outdoor panels are a mixture of aluminum and mold plastic. That is not peace: Peaceful Mood is with modern lightweight game mode, security mode itself is effective, there is almost an apology way to slow down the pilot, Origami Superintendent by the Walesia Red Pearl Paint crowd; when possible Kills V-6 However, there is not a real silent mode. As long as you start the automobile in chip chip mode, the engine is still fire, though it 1500-rpm promptly quickly and Honda Odyssey Money runs the drivers as heat. When the powertrain is hot, the security mode works mostly like a startup stop system. You will not be satisfied if you intend to pieces the city with high speed dumps. With a small lithium-ion battery pack (Acura will only determine its capacity “about a kilowatt hour”) and Honda Civic electric motors are less than Horse Power, NSX rarely engineered Over the rotating speed without shooting. It moves on the 3.5 liter V-6 speed and cruises to reach 50 crores to speedily when the road is flat or downward. Slow motion mode does not lighten down soft or steering. It’s just a dimmer switch for gas engines, more work in electric motors is moving and the battery is working hard. NSX refers to any effort to run hard in this mode. This disables the pedal transformer and prevents transmission to transmission at 4000 rams when it moves fast. And when the silent mode reduces the volume by closing the valves and consumption resonance pipe to both the outside and out of the car, it rarely feels busy with the difficulty. Tears on the continuity of the engine become instantly tire. NSX Risk: Game Plus Mode

The clear way is Sport-Plus, which has never stopped the gas engine and we never saw the shift of nine-speed transfer on holiday to our adaptation. The game Plus Talkometer should be reached again from 8000 to 9000 ramps, but the red line remains at Rs 7500, which is also better that V-6 builds its peak 500 horse power.

The 75-degree V-angle of the engine resulted in a minimum of 60 degree designs and crankshaft helped reduce a broader width than a 90-degree system. Internally linked to cranshifts, bars and valves. Fuel is injected in consumption ports to take full advantage of both combustion chambers or power and effect at the same time. Engine does not always sound sound nor drives unusually as it continues to read.

These are the negative effects of the performance of electric motors. He has emphasized that they should take part in the full part of the gas-free engine. Fast-moving and NSX motors, turboos and backward pistons caution in low-end torque, midrange additions, and high end-power waterfall. If you can isolate the feeling from echoing the ease of your skull, then it will encourage the initial basket of power supply along with a 9000-rim P. Porsche’s relatively endless bridge. Even during the part of the throne changes, gearchanges strictly registerably, with the motors who bend temporarily in the motor engine torque torque. Our VBOX test devices, which are 100 times per second, transmit transmission when there is no reduction in speed trace.

In the game Plus, left-left box in the auto mode will fall down, even though not very aggressive. The transmission is a choice to modify between 3000 to 4000 Rpm, and with Paddle Transformers it seems more natural to find the right gear. Even after that, the transmission usually refers to the final down-identify identification in the last device as you can slow down for stop signals, and as soon as you’re stuck at high speed, you still have the rest in seconds. Will stay

Acura compete with a problem of providing a different damper calibration for each drive mode, which is very good by us. Germans are generally acquired to get a different but similar dangerous tone for each drive mode. Feel alone, 2 Acura settings use a very tight part played by Bandwidth’s magnetic dimers, with a position covering the game plus and track mode and a soft tune cover for security and sports. Is.

Although the weak position relates to the quality and body control of the flight well, the siege status proved to be very high on our 10 best loop. Stand on NSX wrapped parts, the engine has seen mounting and socking as a moving tire between the light and the heavy legs, which makes sense of tremendousness that puts itself in confidence. More compliance with the game mode, dumping allowed the body to move more quickly on the same part of the road. Sadly, there is no way to eliminate harmful settings from Drive mode.

In the track, the NSX starts showing some raw edges and finally it seems as if the middle engine supporter. This is extraordinary cars and trucks that will crash during the prompt of launch during the launch controller. The track presents Tom Launch with 2500 rpp and relatively soft clutch engagement with a wheelchair, but there is no fault of sea landscape errors for anything except this speed. Sixty miles in 3.1 seconds per hour, and only 11.2 miles per month.

These figures are increasingly sharp, but competition seems to challenge Wadmer’s claim that “We have demonstrated electrical energy.” Unlike “Junior Recognition” in our August 2016, Audi R8 V 10 Plus, MacLine 570S, and Porsche 911 Turbo S-provided speedy speed without all electrical support. And they reduced at least 150 pounds each.

You may feel that the NSX has made a comfortable request of 120 mph an hour because the two ends have ended in 36-hp. However, their function is more advanced than the main line speed. Motors do much to change the NSX to speed up the vehicles, and they are not even more reliable than in the track mode. NSX produces a variety of feelings of a variety of less torque than the familiar action behind the front-axis vector syncing. A token vector rear difference, as found in the Lexus GSF, often increases the systematically. In NSX, motors only turn towards the vehicle, instead of increasing the automobile slip angle. The result is closer to breathing out of the throne rather than power monitoring.

NSX is probably keen to leave it

Its tire tire slip, and traffic flow. Background with 1.06 g, it rarely wants to slide in front of the siege. As a result of dealing with balance, almost all of the sudden sandals are harmful, which can translate some car magazines as a supreme cover. This kind of purpose is not here. You wish for any car when you take a while Buy V-8 Chevy Camaro. The four-wheel drive and the middle mountain engine is ready when mixing the button above. NSX has no discount. NSX’s 70-degree zero-stopping set determines 142 feet tied to 9900 carbon ceramic brakes. The breaking system is basically a break wire setting with pedal speed, which is equivalent to electrical signals, which are presented to mix brake re-generated bricks from electric motors and hydraulic calcars. . When you stand on it, the pedal is a bit spring, but otherwise it meets the general criticism of hybrid breaks: they are hard to unorganize and handle. Once your feet are released again to feel, NSX every time you go to the left-hand side. Hybrid Power Train is the same thin thread that connects to the NSX rest andAurora Showroom. Acura lineup is not a valid legal game to shower in the NSX radiation halogen light, and it is not likely to change at any time soon. Instead, Acura can only claim that the elements of the power are primarily a valid reflection of the system used in the RLX game hybrid. NSX can highlight the electrical hardware, if it will completely use the test tool for breaking the driver. , Either in less stylish options or standing alone, with alternative alternatives. Become another connection with a pedal driving device, enabling an active person to activate battery charging and timing management with maximum intention of high-speed applications. If we were Acura, we would consider it.

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