#what up it's time someone talked more about the cons of his quirk

[teatitty]

You gotta feel bad for Hizashi because given the nature of his quirk he cannot let himself have loud emotional breakdowns in case he causes damage or hospitalises someone. Think about that. Going your whole life having to be overly conscious of your noise levels, knowing that when things get really really bad, when all you want to do is scream and cry and cuss someone out, you genuinely can't because you'd put the overall vicinity in danger

If he needs to have a breakdown he either has to find someplace far enough away from urban areas to do so where he won't disturb anyone but run the risk of destroying the nearby nature, hunker down and just silently shudder in a corner somewhere until he's got his composure back while also keeping a careful check on how loud his sobs are, or go to Aizawa and have him use Erasure on him until he's done getting it loose

Can you even begin to imagine how exhausting that must be for him

[tinybeetiny]

What's you're favorite scary move?: K.Y

Smut | 18+ | MDI

Ghostface!YeosangXafab!Reader

Bro... tell me why this took me so long to write because I either kept getting flustered or I cringe... I'm still trying to get used to writing smut so when I'm writing certain parts I just fold into myself. But I hope you enjoy this! It's a little long but I love Yeosang so much that I felt he deserved it! Also please read the warnings and skip if anything makes you uncomfortable

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CW: some typical dumb scary movie MC decisions, slight non-con… like the TINIEST, knife mentioned a couple times, roleplay, unprotected sex(protection always), oral (m receiving), fingering, overstimulation, facefucking, degradation, cum eating from both???!!?!?, multiple orgasms (m&f), hair pulling, choking, multiple positions, squirting, if I missed something let me knowwwwww.

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“Hey Sangie. I um I picked something up today. I figured we could maybe try something new?” The flush of red exploded on your cheeks as you held up a Ghostface mask. Yeosang looked at you indifferently not knowing what to say. "Try something new? As in?" He asked you raising an eyebrow. He already knew exactly what you were talking about, he wanted to hear you say it. "Well, you know... like in bed?" You say quietly the blush reddening even more if that was possible. You bit your lip shyly looking over at him, he simply stares back unreadable.

Sex with Yeosang was sweet and loving but you yearned for something more, something rough. You knew he had it in him, he just needed a little…. Coaxing. Little did you know he’s been wanting to spice things up too, he was just scared he’d scare you off. You're usually not this flustered when talking about things in the bedroom but something about this feels wrong in such a beautifully dirty way. The thought of his hands around your neck or in your hair as he's buried so deep- "Sweetheart?" You break out of your daze when you hear Yeosang calling you "Hm?" your eyes widen slightly in embarrassment "I said whatever you want to do I'll try" His smile always brought on cuteness aggression.

You set the stage with Yeosang a little hesitant, not wanting to hurt you but you assured him you'll be alright. "If you don't feel comfortable Yeo it's okay! I really don't want you to be uncomfortable" you say putting your hand in his. He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb as he smiles "It's okay sweetheart, as long as we have a safe word it'll be okay"

The apartment was empty except for you. Yeosang had an emergency at the studio, something getting ready for their comeback and the album needed some touch-ups. He said it could take a while and to not wait up for him. Even though you were the only one here you felt another presence, like someone was watching you. The anxiety getting the best of you 'Maybe I just need to destress with a nice hot shower' You think as you turn the TV off and head to the bathroom. Your body instantly relaxes under the steamy water. The shower only seemed to help for a couple seconds because as soon as you stepped out you heard the tv turn back on. You check your phone seeing no messages from Yeosang. Wrapping the towel tighter around your body you go out to investigate.

The living room is empty when you enter, the only sound coming from the show that was playing. “Yeosang?” You call out, no answer. Furrowing your brow you pick up the remote and turn off the tv. Your heart jumps when your phone suddenly rings but you don’t recognize the number. You contemplate picking it up, maybe Yeosang is in trouble or maybe it’s just a spam call “hello?” “Who is this?” A deep voice responded on the other line “umm… you called me weirdo” you say rolling your eyes “oh well my mistake, while I have you on the phone why don’t we talk for a bit hm?” There’s a little quirk in his voice “I have a boyfriend aaaaandd I’m hanging up now” “WAIT” the voice yells “you better stop before I go get him” you threaten hoping it works “oh how are you going to do that when he’s not even home” you freeze, how does he know that “he left a hour ago?” “Who are you?” You ask as your heart starts racing “turn around and find out”

You jerk around when you hear a crash coming from the bedroom “Aren’t you going to see what that was?” “Who the fuck are you?” You felt nauseous now, of course this would happen when Yeosang isn't here. You thought about running but what if he was standing outside. What if there was more than one. What if they do something to Yeo. Thinking it’s better to comply your legs shakily move towards the room. Empty. You see the lamp Wooyoung found who knows where shattered on the ground. "I told you to turn around and find out" Your whole body freezes when you hear the floor creak behind you and your heart feels like it’s going to leap out of your chest right now.

His movements are fast and before you can even turn around his arms are wrapped around you trapping you in place. You thrash around trying to escape his tight embrace but your movements still when you feel cold steel press against your neck. "Please don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want" You please feeling tears gather in your eyes. You let out a few shaky breaths as he pulls you closer to his body "Anything?" He asks sounding a little excited and you can't help but squirm in his hold. 'He smells good, really good and he's very muscular' You stop your thoughts there, you shouldn't be thinking those thoughts right now. His one hand plays with the top of your towel, one pull and it could fall down completely. The other continues to hold the knife to your throat, not hard enough to draw any blood but enough for you to know it's there. "Please, I'll cooperate. Just don't kill me" You let a couple tears escape as you try to plead with him again but your heart drops when you hear him chuckle in your ear.

In one swift tug, your towel pools around your feet and the cold air of the apartment hits your skin causing you to shiver. You feel him grab your breast, his fingers kneading the tender flesh "Please stop" your voice shaky "Hmm? I thought you said you'd do anything" His voice gets impossibly deeper as he hums against your ear. As his hand travels down further you subconsciously wiggle your hips against him feeling him grow harder and harder. You gasp as you feel his finger hover over your clit, you didn't realize how turned on you were until a whine left your lips. You shut your eyes in embarrassment, you shouldn't be this wet from a psycho who breaks into people's homes and holds a knife to them. His finger slides between your folds and you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning, not wanting to give him that satisfaction "You're so wet, is this all for me?" You could hear the smirk in his voice "No. I'm always like this" you scoff which quickly turns into a gasp when his finger enters you “God you’re so fucking tight” he groans as he starts pumping his finger slowly. You let a breathy moan, shuddering at the pleasure “you’re sensitive too huh? You gonna be able to take me?” He taunts adding another finger and you let your head fall back on his shoulder with your mouth open, panting like a dog

The situation was disgusting and you couldn’t help but feed into it. It felt so wrong but oh so fucking right. How were only two of his fingers stretching you so good? The sound of just how wet you are makes it all the more shameful and he's basking in it, egging him on. The way he curls his fingers just right has you spiraling and you can feel yourself getting closer to your release "You're close, aren't you? Go ahead, cum all over my fingers" His deep whisper was enough to push you over the edge. His fingers continue to pump in and out working you through your orgasm, he feels so drunk on how your pretty lips look letting out such sweet moans that he needs to feel them around him.

He pushes you to your knees, his hand already working on getting his zipper undone. You look up and your eyes widen when you see a Ghostface mask, why does it make your thighs clench together? He pulls his jeans down along with his boxers and your mouth waters when you see his hard thick veiny cock slap his stomach. You can't stop your hand from reaching out and grabbing the base before bringing the tip to your mouth. You stick your tongue out giving it a little lick, loving the way he tastes. He throws his head back as you wrap your lips around his pretty pink tip moving your head lower. He grabs the back of your head moving you lower until you’re choking around him.

Tears stream down your face as his cock continues to invade your throat “Fuck, that’s it you little slut. You like having my cock down your throat?” He laughs at the sight of you struggling to take him all. Your fingernails pressed so deep into his thighs leaving semicircles indented in his delicate skin but he didn’t care he was too busy losing himself to the feeling of your throat constricting around him. “Oh fuck you’re gonna make me cum. Be a good girl and swallow it all for me yeah?” You nod looking at him through your tears and he lets out a string of curses as you feel ropes of cum shoot into your mouth. Your hand reaches up to massage his balls to try and get every last drop before his hand pulls your hair back. You open your mouth and stick your tongue to show him just how good you did “That’s it, such a good cum slut” he coos as he caresses your cheek "Are you gonna let me fuck you? You took my fingers so well, I want to see how you take my cock"

You climb onto the bed and he gives you a little push so you're lying on your back, looking up at him. He looks like one of those marble sculptures made by Michelangelo, every part hand-crafted "You like what you see?" aaaaaaannnddd moment ruined. He chuckles as he climbs on top of you, spreading your legs "I can't wait to feel how tightly you wrap around me" he says as you feel his tip poke at your entrance and can’t help but buck your hips getting impatient “Look at you. So needy for me.” He coos pushing the tip in marveling at the way stretch for him. Your mouth opens and closes when he starts to push further into, almost resembling a fish. “Oh my god your pussy is so tight, ugh I love the way you’re squeezing me” he started with slow deep thrust, hooking his arms under your thighs. The sound of skins slapping and the loud squelch of your wetness fills the room and it does nothing but turn you even more. “You’re so deep” your eyes roll as you try and push him but of course it only makes him go harder “take it, you took my fingers so well. Be a good a girl now will you?” He says as he lets your legs go taking your wrist in his hand pinning them above your head. It didn’t take long before you feel another orgasm approach “please, please, please” you don’t even know what you’re pleading for at this point “cum for me baby, cum all over my cock” he groans as he feels you contract around him. Your moans grow louder as he continues to fuck into you

You whine as you try and move away from him but he grabs your legs again holding you in place. “Oh what’s wrong love? Can’t you give me one more? Be a good little whore and give me one more” he teased moving his hips faster making all the air leave your chest “I can’t I can’t I can’t” you gasp out as your brain is turned to mush and all you can do is blubber out incoherent words. “Yes you can. Now hurry up so I can flip you over and watch your ass bounce against me” his voice strained and he places his arms next to your head, his thrusts getting deeper. You let out a loud whine as the burning sensation in your stomach builds feeling different from the others. “Wait, s-slow down” you panic trying to push him away but he only swats your hand away. You feel the snap and your eyes roll back as you gush all over him. He pauses momentarily to take in what happened, looking down to see his stomach glistening with your juices. You wimper when he pulls out, clenching around nothing feeling empty.

He turns you over and you lift your ass in the air, shaking it slightly. You let out a yelp when you feel stinging in one of your cheeks and he does the same to the other giving it a matching hand print. You moan while pushing your ass against him “oh you like that? You want me to do it again” he laughs when you weakly nod your head not turning to look at him “use your words sweetheart.” “Yes yes I want you to spank me again” you whine needily. The smacking sound dances off of the walls and your back arches from the contact. He suddenly slams his cock back into your sopping hole “I just fucked you how are you still so tight” he groans as his pelvis is pushed flushed with your ass, his tip reaching your cervix. His thrusts are brutal not giving you any time to adjust and you feel him deep in your stomach with the new angle. You don’t even attempt to hold your moans in anymore knowing the neighbors are going to complain the next day, maybe even look at you different but at this moment they didn’t even matter.

He grabs a fist full of your hair pulling you up to his body, fucking into you with inhuman speed. “come on baby, squirt for me again” he groans in your ear, his free hand grabs a hold of your throat squeezing just a enough “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” your moans getting higher in pitch and little white dots cloud your vision. He hand moves from your next to rub your clit when he feels you clenching around him, you let a small scream as you cum for the fourth time tonight. “I c-cant. ‘M too s-sensitive” you stutter out a whine while you try and catch your breath but his pace never falters “I’m almost there baby, just a little longer” he encourages, releasing your hair and grabbing your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingers. He breaths start to come out as needy pants and his hips lose their rhythm. “Ah fuck I’m gonna cum, you gonna let me cum in you? Let me fill you up?” “Yes yes yes please cum in me. Fill my pussy up please” you cry disjointedly, so drunk on the overstimulation. He let out the most attractive moan you’ve ever heard and you feel his hot cum spill into you. He releases his hold and you fall towards onto bed out of breath. His hands rest on your waist and slowly removes himself from you earning a little whine. He watches as his cum drip from your hole and he can’t help but lean down and lick it up. Your body convulses from the feeling and you lean forward trying to get away feeling way too overstimulated.

Yeosang takes the mask off and sets it on the nightstand before taking you into his arms and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips which you return right away. “Was I too rough?” He asks worried thinking it was too much for you “No Sangie. It was perfect. You were perfect” you reassure him, snuggling closer to him. “Did I do a good job?” He asks giving you wide eyes “You did amazing! You had my heart going a few times. But did you have to break the lamp?” you ask looking up at him. He chuckles “Wooyoung knew I hated that lamp, that’s why he gave it to you” he says shaking his head, you just hum in response. “By the way, whose number was that?” You ask remember it wasn’t saved in your phone “Oh. Jongho’s new number” you let out an oh making a mental note to save it later. “Let’s get you in the shower” he stand scooping you up “I just want to sleep” you mumble, your eyes getting droopy “I know sweetheart but I need to clean you up and change the sheet” he says giving your forehead a kiss “I love you” you smile closing your eyes “I love you more, now come on, let me get you washed up”

[lovebugism]

Some blurb with grumpy fem reader and sunshine eddie?

He's constantly flirting with her and she only teases him or talking him down.

One time some cheerleader trying to flirt with Eddie and reader is so possesive, taking his hand and walking away. Eddie is wide-eyed, big smirk on his face and going after her with jumpy steps full of joy.

✶ ┄ SHE'S SO UNUSUAL !

summary: eddie's pretty sure he's loved you since the day he met you. you're pretty sure love is a neurochemical con job pairing: eddie munson / f!reader word count: 2.8k warnings: none? maybe just the faintest hint of angst? a/n: let's play a game of spot the steven universe reference because a clip popped on my tiktok fyp a couple days ago and even though i've never seen it, i simply haven't been able to stop thinking about it <3 anyways thanks so much for your request! hope you enjoy!

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Eddie’s pretty sure he’s loved you since before he understood what the word really meant. He didn’t know a lot of things, really, especially not as a lanky-limbed teenager trying hopelessly to navigate puberty in a world filled with assholes and uncertainty.

The only thing he could be certain of was all the love he had for you.

He’s seventeen and hopelessly stupid and you’re beautiful and eons out of his league. He concludes that having the majority of your gen-ed classes has to be fate and that making fun of you is the easiest way to talk to you without feeling like he needs to throw up. 

So he takes to bothering you every day before class and sitting at the table beside you — despite the fact that it had been assigned to someone else at the beginning of the school year — until the teacher ultimately gives up and lets him sit next to you. He pokes fun at your Blondiemerch and how the same She’s So Unusual Cyndie Lauper cassette has been in your walkman for a week straight and the way you dot your eyes with pretty little hearts.

Every joke is sprinkled with the faintest hint of truth, though.

He tells you that he hates Blondie but that the shirt looks good on you, because everything you wear looks good on you. He says it’s hilarious that you can’t seem to listen to anything other than Cyndie Lauper but that he understands because he’s been obsessed with Metallica lately — and that he’d love to show you some of their music sometime. He says only children put hearts over their i’s, but that it's real cute when you do it, when you do anything.

“You’re so annoying,” you inevitably tell him with the roll of your eyes when he tells you exactly that. He can’t tell if the way the corner of your lip quirks up is from a half-concealed smile or a look of disgust.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he shrugs and knocks his leather-clad shoulder with yours. “It’s not my fault that I’ve been in love with you since the moment I saw you. Actually, now that I think about it, it’s kinda your fault.”

He says it all with a playful lilt to hide how much he means each word. That he’s in love with you and has been since you were in middle school, when he had a godawful buzz cut and loving Rocky Horror Picture Show was your entire personality — at twelve. 

“Love at first sight doesn’t exist,” you argue while you mindlessly jot down notes from the textbook spread open between you, dotting every i with a practiced heart. “Love takes time and work. At the bare minimum, you should at least probably know the other person — and you don’t have a single clue who I am.”

He’s momentarily knocked asunder at your words, at how profound they are. It’s like a century-old philosopher is using a pretty highschool aged girl as a mouthpiece, and it only makes him love you more.

“Well, I could get to know you,” he retorts with a frown. “You just won’t let me.”

“Did you hear anything I just said?” you squint over at him. 

“Yeah. That love takes time,” he echoes and a grin pulls slow at his lips. “Good thing we’ve got all the time in the world, sweetheart.”

When two years fly by, and you’re finally a senior (and Eddie’s repeating his last year of high school over again because the one before it knocked him on his ass), you realize that he wasn’t kidding around. He still tries hopelessly to get to know you and jokes that he’s a second-year senior only because he “didn’t want to leave you behind.”

“Couldn’t just leave you by yourself, sweetheart,” he says with a defiant shake of his head. “No way. Not with Jason Carver and all the other freaks roaming around here.”

“Yeah, I don’t think they’re the freaks here, Eds,” you monotone as you put in the combination for your locker.

He immediately notices the use of the nickname. It took you a year to call him anything other than Munson, and now he’s moving into Eds territory? It feels like his heart might burst. But you don’t seem to notice it so Eddie decides to keep it to himself, like sunshine in his pocket, lest he brings it up and he never gets to hear it again.

He presses a hand to his chest and leans in next to you. “Ouch, babe. I’m wounded. Truly. Sorry for wanting to protect a sweet little thing like you.”

You scrunch your nose and swat his hand away when he tries to squeeze your cheek.

“Some would say I actually need protecting from you.”

 “I am capable of pretty dangerous things, sweetheart.”

“Like what?” you scoff.

Eddie only grins. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You ignore the chill that his words shoot down your spine and pretend to be unbothered by the way they make your heart race. You choose to roll your eyes at him and stuff your arms with textbooks. “You better have a massive dick to back up that attitude, Munson, or people are gonna be real disappointed.”

“And by people you mean you, right?”

“Obviously not,” you monotone.

“Well, joke's on you, I’ve already disappointed everyone I know.”

“That’s not true, Eds—” you shoot back but then swallow the words when you realize you were about to say something too sweet. “There are billions of people in the world you haven’t met yet. There’s still plenty left to disappoint.”

“You’re real sweet, you know that?” he jokes with a smile. “Besides, if you’re really worried about the size of my dick, we can always break out a ruler and, you know, test your theory.”

“Ooh, sorry,” you wince. “I left my magnifying glass at home. Maybe some other time?”

“How about tomorrow?” he answers quickly and easily falls into step with you when you shut your locker and head towards your next class.

“I have a date tomorrow, actually. No can do.”

His heart stops and his throat swells and he forgets what words are for a moment or two. He can only blink at you for a few seconds. “A— A date?”

“Uh-huh. Jason Carver. He asked me out this morning.”

“You’re kidding,” he retorts bitterly with a scowl on his face. Then you start laughing at him and the world starts spinning again. He starts laughing too, but it’s more of a sigh of relief than anything else. “You— You are kidding?”

“Obviously I’m kidding,” you shove him. “Hell will freeze over before I am willingly anywhere around that guy.”

Eddie’s freshly beating heart starts to swell. It feels like more of an honor than it already has been, for you to want to willingly be around him.

“Oh, so you were just trying to make me jealous, then?” he squints over at you.

This time, you’re the stuttering mess as you try to figure out what to say.

He chuckles at you. “Because it worked, sweetheart.”

A couple of months or more go by and graduation nears — well, for you. Eddie’s still hellbent that he’s going to have to repeat another year, but you’ve made it your mission to get him to pass English.

He doesn’t even mind that it means he actually has to do the homework, as long he gets to spend time with you in the Hellfire room after school or share a snack with you at the picnic tables at Forest Hill.

It’s got him living in a state of grandeur. He’s hopelessly deluded, not only that he’s in love with you, but that you’re in love with him. And, for obvious reasons, you know that can’t be true.

Neither of you can be in love because you’re kids and you’re stupid and you don’t know a single damn thing about anything, let alone something as trivial and philosophical as love. It’s a neurochemical con job, everyone knows it. It’s not real.

Everyone thought Nancy and Steve were in love at one point, and then she called him bullshit at a party before fucking off with Jonathan Byers.

Everyone thought Jason and Chrissy were in love, too — that they would be everything Steve and Nancy couldn’t — and then she dumped him in front of the entire school after catching him being an asshole to a bunch of Hellfire club freshmen.

So, obviously, no one knows what love is. 

And by that logic, they can’t know when they’re in it either.

So you chalk up the butterflies and burning cheeks you always get around Eddie to being a dumb teenager who’s lonely and touch starved. Because it’s not love. It just can’t be.

Eddie begs to differ, though, and he swears he’s got the test to prove it.

It’s the spring assembly at Hawkins High, which means everyone’s gathered in the gymnasium on bleachers that are not nearly big enough to accommodate everyone, doing fuck all and grateful for not having to do any actual work. 

The cheerleaders do a couple of dances, the basketball team prances around the court — it’s all hopelessly pedestrian as far as you’re concerned.

You and the rest of Hellfire are located at the very top of the bleachers, as far away as you possibly can be from whatever the hell is going on below you. It checks out, though, because everyone else opts to keep their distance from the lot of you, too.

And you’re not exactly sure how the conversation started, but somehow you end up talking about crushes, and Eddie makes the too bold proclamation that you’ve got the fattest crush on him of all people.

“Leave her alone!” Dustin scolds him over the band, the only one actually trying to stick up for you. “Maybe this is something you should discuss, I don’t know, in private?”

You roll your eyes. “There’s no need. Because I don’t have a crush on you, Eddie Munson,” you tell him, stern and unwavering, as you squint over at him. Your glare follows the boy as he paces up and down the bleachers, two levels below you. “Sorry to bruise your ego.”

“Oh, so you won’t care if I tell Chrissy that I wanna take her on a date?” he asks you with a knowing grin.

“Why would I care?” you retort, then grumble. “It’s not like she would say yes anyway.”

“Well, she did ask me first.”

That quietens you instantly “…You’re lying.”

“Wanna bet?” he teases and leans down, resting his weight on the seating in front of him, until his face is level with yours. You can smell the nicotine on his breath and the mint gum he smacks between his teeth. 

If you were alone — and in some godawful teenage drama — you might’ve pulled him in for a kiss right there. At least, that’s what your brain tells you to do because your lips have started to tingle just thinking about it.

You hope Eddie hasn’t noticed the way your gaze falls on his own pink, plump, and very kissable ones. But the grin that paints his features then tells you that he has.

You play it off with a stoic expression and crossed arms. “Chrissy going from dating the captain of the basketball team to the town’s local freak would be an unprecedented low.”

“I’ll be sure to tell you all about our trip to Lover’s Lake tomorrow morning, sweetheart, don’t worry your pretty little head,” he promises before rising and spinning on his heels. He makes the trek to the lower level of the bleachers — a feat made more difficult by the crowd and the distance between it and him.

He makes sure to turn and look back at you every now and again, to make sure that you’re still watching him. You are. Of course, you are. And you hope the seething anger in your chest doesn’t show on your face.

“He’s not actually gonna ask her out, right?” Mike wonders.

“No way,” Dustin denies with the shake of his head. “The president of Hellfire can’t date a cheerleader… Right?”

Gareth shrugs. “He’s obviously bluffing.”

“Yeah, he wouldn’t do that,” Jeff agrees. He turns to look over at you. “He’s been in love with you since middle school. He just wants to upset you.”

“Well, it’s fucking working,” you grumble under your breath. Your heart races and your vision swims as you watch him near the group of cheerleaders sitting on the floor of the gym. 

You want to believe that he’s bluffing, you really do, but you don’t doubt that Chrissy’s asked him out.

After she dumped Jason, she’d gotten strangely protective over the Hellfire club — constantly making an effort to talk to them all, ensuring that the rest of the school wasn’t acting total assholes around them. Hell, she’s even started being nice to you and you weren't even in the damn club.

She’s been hanging around with Eddie a lot more lately, catching up in the library and ranting about tests between classes. Everyone’s seen it. You’ve seen it. And it’s made you unbelievably jealous. 

Maybe you never noticed it before now because you used to be the only girl interested in talking to Eddie. But now he’s got the head cheerleader around to keep him company, to ask him out on fucking dates, and it leaves you seething in your rage.

And if love is anger, then you’re head over heels for Eddie Munson.

You rise suddenly from your seat and shove your way through the bleachers, muttering lackluster excuse me’s under your breath as you go and elbowing those who refuse to get out of your way. 

You reach Eddie just before he’s about to tap on Chrissy's shoulder. You take that hand and nearly jerk it from its socket the way you pull at him. Eddie is stunned, for all of half a second, thinking it must’ve been a fuming Jason Carver at the force of the grip around him. 

But it’s just you, all but dragging him out of the gymnasium with the strength of ten men in one angry teenage girl, and it makes him smile so hard it hurts.

He traps the grin between his teeth and locks eyes with the rest of Hellfire from across the room. He brings two fingers to his forehead in salute before he’s pulled out of the gym entirely.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he teases as you lead him down a long hallway. “Thought you didn’t give a shit if I asked her out?”

You don’t respond to his teasing. You just keep tugging him by his wrist through the empty school. He’s not even sure if you’re even breathing just now, or if you’re moving strictly on autopilot and rage.

You shove him into Mr. Kamisnky’s vacant classroom and lock the door behind you.

Eddie’s chest rises and falls with the heavy breath he exhales. “Well, shit, sweetheart... If I knew making you jealous was all I needed to do to get you alone, I would’ve done it a long time ago—”

“Say you didn’t mean it,” you interject, less than amused at his teasing.

“…What?”

“That you wanted to take Chrissy on a date,” you elaborate with arms crossed over your chest, protecting yourself, your heart. “Say you didn’t mean it.”

And Eddie laughs. He fucking laughs. Like everything’s a joke to him, like the mere thought of you being heartbroken over him liking Chrissy is funny to him.

It’s not. Well, at least not that bit. It’s laughable to him that you would even think he wanted anybody but you after he’s spent so many years fawning over you.

“Of course, I didn’t mean it,” Eddie scoffs. He tries to take a few steps closer to you, but you back away, not believing him. He softens. “I just wanted to make you jealous, sweetheart. I didn’t wanna… hurt your feelings.”

“Well, you did,” you monotone.

The boy’s brows furrow. “Hurt your feelings or make you jealous?”

“…Yes.”

A smile pulls slow at his lips. He tries to hide it but fails miserably. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I just wanted to see how you would react. And I am very pleased by this reaction… Even though my wrist feels like it’s broken.”

“Sorry,” you murmur to yourself, already embarrassed at how angry you’d gotten.

“Don’t be sorry,” Eddie declines with the shake of his head. This time when he walks toward you, you don’t back away from him. You even let him take your elbows in his hands and rub his thumbs over your warmed and jealousy-prickled skin.

“Actually, you know what, do be sorry,” he corrects playfully. “And make it up to me by taking me out. Somewhere fancy.”

You purse your lips to the side in attempts to hide your smile. 

“Benny’s Burgers?” you offer after a moment.

“Ooh. Burgers, fries, a milkshake, and a hot date?" he lists with a nod of approval. "You really know how to get a guy to swoon, don't ya sweetheart?”

[httpvomitello]

Heeey, I rewatched Mean Girls (2004), I love that movie and I love Karen! Could we have the Rottmnt boys (separately) with a female reader who's just like Karen Smith? She's very cute and kind. The guys love the reader and have a crush on her, but they can’t believe someone could actually be like that and not just be pretending. Still, they love her and enjoy her company 😊

It's been so long since I watched Mean Girls, but I have to admit that Regina and Karen are the characters that left the biggest impression on the film. Karen is very funny, I even remember trying to copy her style a little 🥹. Anyways, i hope you like it! ♡♡♡♡

So what? She's cute! *⁠.⁠✧

The first time Leo meets you, he thinks you’re playing some kind of long con

No one can be that sweet and that oblivious at the same time, right?

“You’re telling me you think turtles can control the weather?” he teases, waiting for you to admit it’s a joke.

When you just giggle and nod earnestly, he’s floored

At first, he tries to get you to slip up, but your kindness is so genuine it disarms him every time

He finds himself falling hard

You’re adorable, and your pure heart makes him want to protect you even more

“You’re like a walking ray of sunshine,” he admits one day, his usual smugness replaced with genuine fondness

Leo gets defensive if anyone dares to mock your quirks. “Hey, don’t mess with her. She’s perfect the way she is.”

Raph doesn’t know how to handle you at first

You’re so nice and bubbly, and he’s convinced it’s some sort of act

“Nobody’s that sweet all the time,” he mutters under his breath after you compliment his muscles for the tenth time

But the more he’s around you, the more he realizes it’s just who you are

You genuinely believe everything you say, even if it’s a little... out there

One day, you casually tell him he’s “too pretty to be worried all the time,” and he’s done for

Blushing mess.

He’s fiercely protective of you, even if he still teases you about your occasional airheaded moments

“You really believe in that ‘if you touch a frog, you’ll get warts’ thing?” he asks, half-laughing

When you nod seriously, Raph just shakes his head, smiling. “You’re somethin’ else, Y/N.”

Donnie is convinced you’re conducting some kind of elaborate social experiment

He can’t wrap his head around how someone can be so sweet and clueless at the same time

“You think I built a time machine?” he asks one day, raising an eyebrow

“Of course! You’re super smart,” you reply with a big smile, and Donnie short-circuits

He finds your belief in him endearing, even if it’s based on wildly inaccurate assumptions

Despite his initial skepticism, he starts to find your quirks charming

He even begins to explain things more patiently just to see your eyes light up in understanding

“You really are one of a kind,” he says softly one night, after you gush about how his ‘magic stick’ (bo-staff) could probably make him fly

He’s smitten and will defend your honor if anyone dares to imply you’re anything less than brilliant in your own way.

Mikey absolutely adores you from the start

Your kindness and bubbly personality match his energy perfectly

At first, he thinks maybe you’re just exaggerating your naivety for laughs. “Wait, you really think cats can talk if you listen closely enough?”

When you nod seriously, his heart melts

He loves how you genuinely see the good in everything and everyone

It makes him feel special when you praise him, even if it’s for silly things like his “super ninja flips.”

Mikey starts calling you his “little cloud” because you’re so light and carefree

He gets a kick out of your more out-there ideas and will even play along just to see you smile

“Yeah, babe, I totally think rainbows are secret portals too!”

If anyone tries to make fun of you, Mikey’s the first to jump to your defense. “Hey, back off! Y/N’s got more heart than any of you losers!”

[amywritesthings]

Love your fic love, it's the best one I've ever read. Could you do something from Levi pov when he started realising he liked Reader and he felt about that?

first of all, thank you for such lovely words! i'm so happy you like it. second of all, i can certainly write you a levi pov where he had his 'oh shit do i like her?' moment xo

all at once. / levi ackerman x f!reader

word count: 900 warnings: language, levi pov set in the silver underground universe

( read on ao3 here )

Furlan had a funny saying about the people he fell head over heels for.

It happens slowly, he once told Levi.

The two of them were sitting around their newly-bought two-bedroom apartment, comically vacant and egregiously filthy.

With his long legs outstretched and crossed at the ankle, Furlan chose to sink his palms into the dust to tattoo his fingerprints. 

To say he was there.

(I was here. I am here.)

Levi chose a more civilized position — sitting backwards on one of the only two chairs they had in this place, his sleeved forearms folded over each other on its curved back. He peered down at his friend with the utmost curiosity, head hung under a curtain of black fringe.

“The hell’s this question coming from?” Levi grunted as he shifted his shoe on the floor.

Fucking disgusting; he wasn’t going to sleep tonight if the entire apartment ended up being this damn dirty. 

“What do you mean?” Furlan asked. "Which topic?"

“The topic of this,” Levi clarified, “and why you’re so interested in who I may be looking at on the streets."

"What, we can't gossip?"

The way Levi's brow quirked said otherwise. Furlan sighed.

"We're roommates now."

"So?"

"So?"

"I don’t think I asked who you're interested in, Church.”

“No, you didn’t,” Furlan hummed happily with a dopey smile on his face. “But now that we have this place with two whole bedrooms to ourselves, we have the luxury of inviting people over. Think about it: two young and handsome bachelors, ready to take on the—”

“Wait, invite people over?” Levi interrupted, brow rising. “This isn’t a community house. It's headquarters.”

“No, I know."

"Do you?"

"Yeah! But like I said, think about it: now that we’re taking names and carving our own legacies down here, I’m sure plenty of people will think we’re great. Maybe we'll even get some kinda group of admirers for our efforts.”

“Doubtful.”

“Aw, c’mon, Levi,” Furlan pouted. “Don’t you like anyone? There’s that one guy with the tattoos over on second street.”

“No.”

“Or the dark-haired girl who always seems to give you a discount on soups.”

“Not happening.”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

Furlan blinked.

The black-haired boy felt his temper — and embarrassment — rising.

“Because I wouldn’t know what the fuck it feels like to like someone like… that.”

Levi grit the truth between his teeth, hating the honesty that came with this ridiculous conversation. 

The Underground City doesn't quite offer anything real. Down here love was transactional. There wasn't room for emotional error.

He saw what it did to his mother.

He saw how it molded whatever the fuck he’d call Kenny.

Bottom line was that feelings weren’t good.

And then there was Furlan, looking at him like he’d grown a second head.

“Well, when you realize there's something about someone, it's slow,” the ash-blonde boy suggested, nodding with encouragement. “From my understanding, liking a guy, girl, person, whatever — it happens slowly, then all at once.”

“How’s it slow?”

Furlan smiled, knocking his feet side to side against the wooden floorboards.

“Probably because the people you actually like are kinda in the background until they aren’t anymore.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Levi echoed. "You're supposed to be attracted to them first."

"That definitely helps, but that's like... lust or whatever," Furlan challenged. "I'm talking about liking someone. Wanting to hold hands or be with them so you can listen to them talk all the time and never get bored of what they're saying."

Levi scoffed, turning his chin sharply to the right as he considered.

Slow, then all at once.

Except it was never slow.

It would’ve been really fucking helpful if it had been.

You’d been ready to rip his throat open all those years ago.

No one had ever gotten the jump on him the way you had. No one would ever come close.

Maybe watching your fights after Kenny dropped him for reasons unsaid had been the slowest part about this. Watching your sweat-streaked face as you caught your breath in the midst of folding someone double your size like it was nothing. Listening to your voice in the alleyway when you spoke to that witch of a woman. Conjuring up an excuse to talk to you, to see if you even remembered—

It’d been all at once from the very beginning.

Someone as fleeting as a ghost had haunted his once dreamless sleep.

Hell, you still did.

“Sounds like you got someone in mind.”

His gray eyes darted back to Furlan, instantly on the defensive.

The other boy sported a goofy smirk. Levi scowled.

He could tell him.

He could ask if the way his throat closed up whenever he so much as considered uttering her name was a sign that he was head over heels.

That sometimes it wasn’t slow, but as fast as a blow to the damn head.

That sometimes liking a stranger felt more powerful than anything he'd ever known.

“Nah,” Levi lied, surging from his seat to stand at full height. “Only thing I’m interested in is cleaning this piece of shit up. I’m not sleeping on cobwebs tonight, so get up, grab a broom, and help.”

James.

Maybe one day he’d face it; liking someone.

Really, genuinely, devastatingly wanting someone.

But he couldn’t afford it.

(Maybe one day.)

[actuallysaiyan]

Hey Wolfmoon(Werewolf!All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, AU where Toshinori is also a werewolf along with being a hero, colleagues to lovers, age gap, size kink, werewolves, biting, oral sex(fem receiving), mentions of blood, mentions of body pain, transformations, stalker/yandere behavior, dub con, dark themes, bodily fluids word count: 2.7k pairings: Werewolf!All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader/eventual Werewolf!Fem!Reader a/n: for @tsukimefuku's Spookinky event! Also Toshinori's look in this fic is very VERY heavily inspired by @mightytato's drawing of him here! dividers by the lovely @adornedwithlight

He knows he’s not like the others. He’s known that his entire life. But most of the time, Toshinori doesn’t have to hide it from many. In the world where quirks are the norm, why would Lycanthropy be any weirder? It certainly helped to boost his use of One For All as well.

So what if he gets hairier near the full moon? Who cares if his teeth are a little more sharp than most? And his glowing eyes never bothered anyone.

That is, until he met you…

Oh you were so sweet. Such an innocent person. Always one to be so kind to everyone. You made butterflies erupt in his tummy every time you talked to him. The only problem was he had to fight the urge to bite you and tear you to pieces whenever he thought about you a little more lewdly than normal.

So for the first time in his life, Toshinori began to hide his wolfish desires from someone. He hid them from you, in fear that you’d outright reject him. 

You joined the UA teaching crew not long after him. You, with your quirk that calms down people, were too sweet to see this side of him. You knew about his true form, and you still accepted him. You were beginning to flirt with him as well. It worried him in a way because the more you flirted with him, the more he wanted to take you home and make you his.

This is when he begins to distance himself from you.

It doesn’t take long for you to notice. You wonder if there’s anything you’ve done wrong. You ask all your colleagues, and instead of giving you a concrete answer, they all seem to be sharing the same secret from you. You were beginning to wonder if maybe you had made a mistake and that everyone was making you pay for it.

A few weeks go by, and Toshinori returns to being your friend. It was almost as if nothing had happened. So you just let it slide; yourself being lonely and wanting to find someone to confide in.

But the closer it gets to the next full moon, he’s once again distancing himself. And he’s getting the colleagues to lie to you again. This time you’d get to the bottom of whatever was happening.

It started with seeing him in the hallways. You notice how he seemed to have more stamina around this time of the month. He’d often be in his muscular form, even if he usually didn’t keep it up to save on energy. You noticed that he looked almost taller, if that was even possible.

Then you started noticing other little things. Despite him avoiding you like the plague right now, you still worked together in the same building. So catching a glimpse of him wasn’t uncommon. And the more you looked at him, the more you noticed even more things that seemed to align with a little theory you were forming in your mind.

Surely someone would call you insane if you told them you thought that Toshinori was afflicted with Lycanthropy. But everything was adding up just a little too much to be a coincidence. So you were wondering how you could find out for sure. You were beginning to think you’d need to set up a trap.

What you didn’t realize was that Toshinori was already at his limit of how long he was going to be able to stay away from you.

It was the night of the full moon now. You were lying awake in your bedroom, looking at different articles and forums on your phone for some sort of idea on how to attract the man to you. How would you be able to get him here or even close to you to prove your little theory?

Unbeknownst to you, the man was stalking you. Your scent had grown unbelievably delicious to him. It was making it almost impossible for him to even concentrate. Seeing you in the hallways had been even too much. The way you made his skin crawl with pure lust just by existing near him, it would certainly push him into an early grave.

Tonight, as he begins to feel the first little signs of his transformation, Toshinori knows he won’t be able to stay away from you. He knows where you live from the file he found on you in the school office. He knows exactly where you are right now. And he’s practically vibrating with pleasure just thinking about breaking into your home and claiming you.

He finds your home with ease. You’re still awake; yes, he can sense that. You smell delicious, even more so now that he’s close to you. Toshinori lets out a soft howl of excitement, trying not to let himself be found just yet. Even just being this close to you has him salivating.

You aren’t paying too much attention to anything besides your research. Scattered on your bed are old books from the library on local legends and legends from Europe and North America. Through the different pages on cryptids such as the Wendigo, the Skinwalker, Mothman, the Banshee and many others, you found much information on Lycanthropes.

But now you were scrolling through a video social media app. There were hundreds of videos of people saying that they had seen a werewolf before. Stories of their colleagues and friends and neighbors turning into ferocious beasts on the full moon. You were starting to piece it all together as well.

A noise from outside breaks your concentration. You begin to shiver at the thought of what happens if Toshinori is what you think he is. Suddenly you don’t feel as safe as you did moments ago. Being so wrapped up and enthralled in your research, you weren’t too scared. Now even just the thought of seeing him in that form was terrifying.

You stay on your bed, trying to remind yourself that your mind would be playing tricks on you. Then you scroll through a few more videos, trying to get back to the subject at hand. You jump when you hear the front door bursting open. You suddenly feel very terrified.

A loud howl is heard from the entryway. Your blood runs cold when you hear that noise. You try to think of the best place to hide now, but you are trapped in your room. The door isn’t even closed. You had been so confident and comfortable, you didn’t think your own research would come to fruition.

You hear loud footsteps coming down the hall. Toshinori smirks as he makes his way to your bedroom. His tail is wagging with every step closer to you. You were so close! He’d be able to be near you and finally claim you. This is what he’s been dreaming of since he first met you, after all.

Suddenly, you hear him just outside your bedroom. He presses himself up against the wall, peeking from the doorway. His glowing eyes are enchanting in a way, and you’d want to stare into them if you weren’t already petrified with fear. You try to scream but your whole body is locked in fear.

“There you are, little mate!” He growls loudly.

You’re stunned. All your theories were right. Here was Toshinori in all his werewolf glory. His fangs looked so sharp, just as much as his claws looked like they were ready to shred anything. You notice the way he looked harrier. The tail was wagging behind him as he let out another howl.

Then without warning, he pounces on the bed. The frame creaks under both of you, almost threatening to break from the obscene amount of weight now on it. You look up to see the wolfish grin on Toshinori’s face. He then leans in to lick your face, shuddering at the way you taste.

“Been tryin’ to keep myself away from you,” he slurs. “Can’t do it anymore. Need you so badly.”

As if to prove his point even further, he pushes his crotch against you to make you feel just how hard he is. You let out such a cute little moan, it makes his cock throb. How was he going to be able to go easy on you? His head was already swimming with pure lust.

“Please please please…don’t make such sounds like that unless you want me to fuck you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat at his lewd words. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t completely in love with the man. But to be intimate while he’s transformed like this, you worried if you’d even be able to handle it without getting incredibly hurt. Though, judging by the way he keeps pushing his erection against you, you weren’t sure if you could even run from him.

“I wanna be gentle, sweetness. I really, really do.” He growls. “But you’re makin’ it so damn hard.”

You whine as he grips your ankles and pulls your legs apart. You try to keep yourself calm, but with the way he slots himself between your legs and you realize he’s just that big, you realize all logic has been thrown out the window.

He howls when you wrap your arms around him, petting the fur on his back. He’s absolutely loving every moment of this. It’s making him so happy to be able to finally kiss you and hold you in the way he’s been fantasizing about.

“Mine,” he growls as he begins to undress you. He’s becoming much too impatient to even really take the clothes off properly.

With your clothes shredded and your body exposed to him, you feel so vulnerable. Yet when you see the look of pure love in his eyes, you suddenly feel so calm. He tries to caress you, but his hands are so calloused and his claws drag against your soft skin.

He then kisses a trail down your body, stopping only to take greedy inhales of your scent. He’s drooling now as he spreads your legs. Then he leans in to begin devouring you. 

You let out such a cute little yelp. As your body begins to shudder under the total onslaught of pleasure, it only drives Toshinori to begin lapping at your cute little cunt even more. Oh how you taste even better than he imagined. You have such a sweet taste with the perfect amount of musk. It’s making his cock leak all over the inside of his underwear. He begins to rut against your mattress, making it creak under his immense weight.

The way you cry out his name as you fall off the edge has him howling again. Your hips cant forward as you begin to grind against his tongue and his nose. Toshinori’s grip on your hips tightens, but he’s good to let you continue to grind until you’ve had your fill of pleasure.

You slump against the bed, looking down at your new lover. He’s looking so proud of himself for bringing you so much pleasure. When he grabs you and folds you into the mating press, you let out a little squeak. Toshinori pushes his pants and underwear down and your eyes widen when you see the size of him.

“I can…I can make it fit. I promise I can make it fit.” He moans as he uses the head of his cock to slide through your sticky folds. “I can make it fit.”

You want to believe him, but when he prods your hole, you swear you’re going to get ripped in half. Slowly, he slides himself in. The more of himself he gets inside you, the more he begins to pant. It’s like you were a fucking vice around his cock.

“B-breathe for me. Breathe cause you are so tight.” Toshinori whimpers in your ear. “Going to make me blow my load way too quickly.”

You manage to take a few deep breaths and relax as best as you can. Eventually, Toshinori gets in all the way. You marvel at the way he’s balls deep inside of you. You feel a slight bulge in your lower tummy. Then there’s this new pressure inside of you. Toshinori lets out a little howl of pleasure as he rests against your chest.

“Fuuuckkk,” he groans. “I fucking knotted.”

The words almost sound foreign to you. You had heard of this happening, but even just thirty minutes ago, you didn’t think werewolves were actually real. You can feel the swollen part of his cock keeping you two locked together. Toshinori can’t help but begin to rut deep inside of you.

“Need to cum!” He pants in your ear. “Lemme cum, please please please!”

You don’t even have it in you to really reply. You begin to nod eagerly, trying to let him know he’s allowed to cum. He’s growling and grunting as he fucks himself deeper inside of you. The bed is creaking under both of you now. You’re worried it’s going to break but it’s the least of your issues now.

Toshinori nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck. Your scent almost seems to be stronger in this area. Without even thinking about it, he bites down and breaks the skin. He’s drawing blood from you.

Your walls are pulsing around him as he bites down. He’s fucking into you faster and harder and with a loud grunt, he falls off the edge. The knot keeps you both connected as he slowly rides out the rest of his high.

When he pulls away, you notice the glow in his eyes has dulled just a bit. He seems a little more docile. This is when you notice the blood on his fangs. His eyes widen and he’s cursing at himself.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!”

You try to make sense of what just happened. Your heart starts racing in your chest as something seems to take hold of you. A low whimper comes from you as you clutch the wound on your neck. It feels hot to the touch. Your blood was boiling.

“I never meant to do this to you.” He finally says, pulling out of you and cradling you in his arms. “I’m so sorry…I love you so much.”

The words are fuzzy as you are going through something you don’t understand. You cry out as extreme pain rushes through every nerve. Then as quickly as it came, it disappeared. Toshinori is holding you, rocking you slowly to calm you. Then you open your eyes and you pull him in for a kiss.

“I love you too.”

EPILOGUE

The moon is full. It’s the first one since your encounter with Toshinori. And now you are about to have your own transformation.

He’s with you at home, keeping you in bed. The bedside table is littered with electrolyte drinks, high protein snacks and sedatives in case you need them. Toshinori knows how volatile he had been during his first transformation, so he was going to be prepared.

Then the moon reaches its peak. You had been in pain this entire week, and while you had done everything Toshinori had informed you, it still wouldn’t soothe the pain that was coming from this.

You yell as you feel your bones shifting in your body. Toshinori keeps his arms around you, knowing he can take anything if you were to lash out or attack him unknowingly. You growl louder as the pain becomes even more intense. Your teeth grow sharper, your nails turn into claws. 

“Toshi! Toshi go!” You growl, but he’s shaking his head.

“No, I’m not leaving you.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m here.”

The pain becomes even more unbearable. You cry out when you feel like your body is about to give out. Then slowly, it’s starting to ebb and flow. You cling to your lover, hoping this will give you the comfort you need.

And when you open your eyes again, you notice that everything looks a little different. Your sense of smell is even more keen now. You can smell the musk coming off of Toshinori, and this is what makes you push him onto the bed.

With your new claws, you shred his clothes. Toshinori grins up at you, loving your new outlook on the situation at hand. He pulls you in for a deep kiss, cementing your newfound love and new life.

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[blessyatoz]

longfic (+55k words and on posting) tags: pro-hero izuku midoriya, manager au, falling in love, humor read all on AO3 excerpt from chapter six: how to (try to) do a photoshoot and attend to a hero-con [excerpt w fluff, bit angst, humor; no smut]

MARIN'S POV

The event was nearing its end when we left the special screening of an All Might documentary.

Midoriya-kun, obviously, couldn’t stop talking when there—his eyes practically glowing with excitement and admiration as everything coming out of his mouth was about his mentor. At one point during the session, I asked how they met in the first place. Midoriya-kun spoke so fast, but what I got was that it had something to do with him jumping in front of a villain to save his friend Kacchan (who’s Dynamight?!), All Might taking him under his wing as a disciple, and his late-blooming quirk awakening.

Damn, Midoriya-kun had a crazy teenagehood, no doubt about that.

Someone told us to shut up—so we focused on the documentary and picked up the conversation again after the session ended.

He told me how hard it was—and I didn’t doubt it for a second. Broken bones. Always having to give his best—because everyone was already ahead of him, given how late his quirk had developed. Always having to do more because if he didn’t, it wouldn’t be enough to become the hero he wanted to be. A hero who saved everyone, no matter what, always with a smile; 

“Kitagawa-san, I want to be a hero strong enough that no one would have to worry about me.” as he said at that moment too (That stuck with me. Stuck—Why?). A hero who honored his mentor’s legacy.

As he spoke, I couldn’t help but think about the enormous sense of responsibility he had with all of it: becoming the hero he always dreamed of, fighting to protect people…

Slowly, the outlines for my article started to take shape in my mind. One that wouldn’t just honor All Might’s legacy but would do justice to Deku’s. His own. As Deku.

That’s what I wanted to do—what I wanted people to know. I wanted people to experience how genuine, hardworking, sincere, and real Pro-Hero Deku was.

“Oh! And All Might was also my teacher, back at UA. He was an amazing mentor! He really was! He really took care of me—even when I didn’t deserve it. I learned a lot from him—and from Aizawa-sensei, too.” Midoriya-kun chuckled softly. He seemed to recall those days fondly. “I… I miss him. All Might. It’s been a while since we last saw each other. But we still text all the time!” He stared off into the distance, like he was reflecting for a moment before turning back to me and saying: “I… I hope I can one day be at least 1% of the hero he used to be… I—I already have my own hero path! And I’m following it, o-of course! I’m really happy with that.” He looked ahead, almost nostalgically watching a bunch of kids running around in All Might costumes, holding special trading cards in their hands. I followed his gaze. “But… to inspire people the way he did, inspire them to be the best they can be, overcoming whatever life throws at them… To always go beyond, no matter what…”

Purpose. Determination. That’s what I felt while looking at him now.

“That’s the kind of hero I’m working to be, too.”

The smile of that little girl from early came to my mind—and the gratitude shining on everyone’s faces when they saw him, whether he was stopping a villain or helping out with the simplest task possible. Even the regretful tears of today’s wrongdoers, who seemed like they’d rather die than commit another crime after hearing Deku-kun's words.

The look of admiration from that child who so kindly asked him to sign their school notebook.

“You’re already doing that. A great job. More than that, even.” I spoke softly, kindly—but not as kind as he was. That was impossible for me. I’d known that for a long time. So many smiles, so many admiring looks of ‘I want to be like you’ came to mind, all directed at him. At them. “You know that, right?”

I waited for him to blush, like he usually would. Then I’d laugh and say, ah, Deku-kun, for God’s sake, you need to get used to compliments, man!

But the blush never came.

Deku’s expression seemed to drop—and he became a little distant.

Not shy, not embarrassed—like usual. Just… distant.

“Not enough, though, Kitagawa-san.”

I frowned.

But before I could say anything, one of the kids dressed up and running wildly around Hero-Con bumped into us.

“Oh, sorry, oni-san!” Then he grabbed the hand of the kid next to him, dragging him towards a group of people gathering nearby. “Come on, Tsuki! Let’s go get a Hawks hero tattoo, hurry before they’re gone!”

“I don’t want one of that stupid parrot!” The other one looked surprisingly disgusted. “I want one of All Might! And Red Riot, 'cause he’s so manly!”

“Whatever, dude! Let’s go!”

Midoriya-kun and I watched them run off like two little rockets.

“Oh… Hero tattoo stickers… I always wanted to get one of those when I was a kid…” I heard him say softly, like he was talking to himself. A bit nostalgic, even. He blinked, realizing I was still there. “Kacchan never wanted to get one with me, though, when we were kids. Said it was stupid and useless—since they come off with water. Something about it being for dumb kids—which was funny, thinking about it now. We were kids.” He laughed.

I glanced over at the booth: kids, adults, and teens crowded around it. Some were cheering, others celebrating when they saw the tiny less-than-8cm disposable tattoo fixed on their skin. They were grinning from ear to ear. They looked happy.

I grabbed his hand energetically—I could feel the roughness of his scars, the lines they made against my fingers, the history and effort they carried.

Then I smiled.

“So, what are we waiting for?!” Practically shouting with excitement, practically shouting please, smile like that again Deku-kun, I said: “Let’s go!”

“W-w-what?!”

I was already dragging us over.

“W-wait, Kitagawa-san! W-WAIT!”

Fifteen minutes later, I had a small tattoo of Fat Gum's face hidden on the side of my wrist. Midoriya-kun had one of All Might��comically flexing his muscles.

He stared at the tattoo, a bit goofy, a bit embarrassed, and a bit incredulous.

But he looked happy.

“I can’t believe we did this…!”

“Well, believe it! BELIEVE IT!” I threw my arms up in the air and flexed my muscles. I puffed out my chest—and then struck the same pose All Might was making on his tattoo. Making that face. “YOU DID IT, MIDORIYA-SHONEN! IT WAS YOUR BRAVERY, HOHO.” Then I laughed, all proud, just like All Might would. “It’s never too late to fulfill your childhood wishes, shonen.” I winked.

Midoriya-kun burst into laughter. The kind of loud, genuine laugh that’s just contagious, you know? The kind that makes you want to laugh just from being there, listening to it. His hands held his stomach, tears of laughter streaming from his eyes.

I dropped the All Might pose, grinning widely at him.

Not enough, though, Kitagawa-san.

What makes you think that? That’s what I wanted to ask him as I watched him laugh and laugh, smiling and laughing in that sincere, genuine way he always did. The way he showed it to everyone. What makes you think that, Midoriya-kun?

That’s when I realized: maybe… maybe Midoriya-kun carried more on his shoulders than he let on, more than I had imagined—must be a hero thing… like him. Like them.

Because they carried the same too. They carried the same, and I was too young to understand that back then.

But I’m not a kid anymore.

I can fight to keep others safe now, in my own way. Smiling.

And I don’t need to be a Pro-Hero to do that.

“How long did you practice that, Kitagawa-san?!”

“A month, I think?” I was about to say it was for an All Might cosplay shoot I did a few years ago, but I stayed quiet.

Midoriya-kun’s eyes practically bulged out of his head like they were gonna fall to the floor.

“Whaaaaat?! It took me years!” He sounded half-surprised, half-impressed, and half-indignant. “That’s not fair!”

“I’m a natural, pretty~” I flipped my hair, all smug. “Get over it.”

Midoriya-kun gave me the biggest side-eye in the universe.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that!” He shook his head and started walking toward the exit. I thought I saw a flash of a shy smile on his lips—and that familiar blush again. Huh? “Midoriya-kun? Midoriya-kuuuuun!”

He suddenly stopped in the middle of the path, his head lowered slightly.

“Thank you, Kitagawa-san.” His voice was soft, embarrassed—but sweet, gentle. And when he looked me in the eye, that’s exactly what I saw, too.

I broke into a smile.

“It was nothing, Midoriya-kun! Really!” I winked cheerfully at him, bouncing up to stand in front of him. “That’s what friends are for, right?”

He paused for a second.

And then there it was: that smile again.

“Yeah, it is!” And that laugh, too. “You’re right. It really is.”

“But I’m also your manager, so strike a pose so I can snap a picture of you with that super cool and not-at-all childish tattoo right in the center, please.”

“O-okay.”

“And let’s take a selfie too! Showing off our hero tattoos together! They won’t last long anyway~ We gotta capture the moment!”

[bugs1nmybrain]

shigaraki fucking you in front of some of the LOV members (im about to climax)

This is SO funny because I've thought of this prompt so many times. I've been scared that it would be out of pocket but I consider Shigaraki my safe place to get crazy with my nsfw work. If I'm honest the only LoV member I'm down to write watching Shiggy and the reader fucking is Dabi, because Spinner and Twice don't seem like the type to get much into that. I hope you Dabi bitches like this.

Minors do NOT interact!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: NSFW, fem-reader, exhibitionism, voyeurism, Dabi doesn't even touch the reader but he watches Shigaraki fuck you silly, rough sex, blowjob, overstimulation, dub-con, humiliation, reader is shy and doesn't talk much, masturbation (Dabi), possessive Shiggy, blue-haired Shigaraki (season 3ish era), Shigaraki and Dabi call the reader a slut/whore, not proofread (I also wrote this while listening to nsfw Shigaraki audios so it could be jumbled), Dabi flirts with reader, reader has long enough hair for a ponytail, Shigaraki calls reader babygirl, praise kink, slight aftercare, unprotected sex

"I can't believe you pulled one, Shigaraki. Not your disgusting ass."

"What? Jealous?" Shigaraki cackles.

"Yea okay. I'm just saying you're ugly as fuck and an incel at best. How you managed to get a girlfriend is beyond me."

~

You've been hanging around the league for a couple of months, via your relationship with Shigaraki. Honestly, you didn't even talk to them much. You were just there to keep Tomura company. Shigaraki, in his own twisted way, surely loved you. However, you felt as if he was making you his trophy at times.

Shigaraki never had a girlfriend until you. He hadn't even had sex. Sure, he watched a criminal amount of porn and somehow managed to get a few blowjobs from sex workers when he conned Kurogiri into giving him money for "online gaming packages." Aside from that, he had no experience. Especially no romantic experience.

So, yeah. He felt a bit of pride when you came into his life. As much as what Dabi was saying was pissing him off, Shigaraki found himself asking the same questions. Look at him. Dry, itchy, chapped lips, bony, a brat, and above all else, his quirk. But you chose him, and you were so beautiful that he had a hard time not popping a boner around you frequently. You were just so cute, how could he control it?

"You act like you're any better. Burnt flesh? Staples? Who'd want to fuck you?"

"At least I'm not annoying. Or pathetic."

That got Shigaraki, you could tell. You could see the rage in his eyes and you saw a fist forming. Shigaraki has gotten to a point where he wouldn't threaten life against his comrades, but that didn't mean he wouldn't beat their ass if they gave him lip. It's happened before. You reach out and grasp his wrist, gesturing him to calm down.

Shigaraki turns his face at you with a scowl. You give him a look that screams, "chill the fuck out." He digresses, slumping behind on the couch with a pout.

"I bet he's awful in bed, huh?" Dabi scoffs at you. If Shigaraki wasn't pissed before he sure was now. He doesn't get physical, though, just mouthy.

"Listen, patchwork. You better mind your business before I piss in your cheerios tomorrow morning!"

"All I'm saying is that a good-looking chick like her deserves to be with someone more competent. You seem like the type to get in and go haywire. I bet, I know, you have no technique. You're an incel."

"You're a broken record. Who are you to assume anything? Also, you better lay the fuck off! If you try anything with her I'll kick your ass out with no hesitation!"

"No need to get defensive. You wouldn't be getting so pissed if I was wrong, would you?"

If you're honest, if Dabi had brought this up a couple of months ago, he'd be right. Shigaraki had no clue how to fuck a woman when you first had sex. He knew where your clit was but didn't know how to use his fingers meticulously. When he penetrated you, like Dabi said, he let loose and just used you like a pocket pussy. Surprisingly enough, Tomura took your constructive criticism well. He was bratty and defensive but ultimately he did want to make you cum, quake, whimper, and scream for him. So he learned and he learned well.

"I'll have you know I made her cum a total of eleven times this week!"

"You count?"

This was awkward, them talking like you weren't even there.

Tomura growls in frustration. It was apparent that he wanted to take out his frustrations and he begins itching his neck.

"You better watch your fucking mouth. I don't need some rude dickhead like you judging my sex li-.."

Shigaraki stops talking, and the anger he is expressing turns into a sinister smirk on his face. Like he snapped in the complete opposite mood. Shigaraki leans against your side and slips an arm around your waist, pulling you to become smothered in his embrace.

His lips hover beside your ear and his raspy voice slips a seductive comment out, "would you say I'm bad at fucking you, Y/N?"

Your heart paces unexpectedly. Tomura always got you with those sly murmurs in your ear. Some people would consider his voice annoying, maybe cringy, but to you it was hot.

"Um...no.." you blush and your form closes in on itself. You couldn't help but feel very shy in this scenario.

"Right, don't I know how to make my babygirl feel good?"

Dabi cocks an eyebrow in curiosity, picking up on your timid demeanor. You can feel a quick pool of arousal forming in your panties, completely proving him wrong.

"Is that true? How good is he?"

You couldn't manage to really say much. This was a confusing situation. You felt a tad objectified. As they sat here and talked about if Shigaraki made you cum or feel good you felt in limbo. Yea, he did, but why was it Dabi's business?

"I mean.."

"We could show him, couldn't we?" Shigaraki begins stroking your hair affectionately, doing all the things he knows to make you melt. Dabi perks up, certainly intrigued by Shiggy's proposition.

"I don't know, Tomura.."

"Shhh it's okay. I'll treat you good, just let him watch. Let me show him how pretty you are, yea?"

Your face was flushed and your eye contact glued to your thighs, to which Shiggy began stroking the insides. He firmly seperates your right thigh to the side, leaving your pussy on display (which was covered by your panties, of course). You were wearing the prettiest black skirt and tank top, which showed off your beautiful cleavage. Tomura actually had some complaints about it, not wanting anyone but him to see how pretty you are. This situation you were in certainly contradicted that.

With your panties on display, Dabi could see the wet spot formed in between your thighs.

"Heh..she's already wet.."

"Really?" Shigaraki hadn't even noticed, being sitting beside you. He reaches his fingers down to glaze your panties, looking for the evidence. Surely enough, you were wet. "Heh.."

Shiggy runs his middle finger up and down your pussy over your panties, making sure to rub your clit upwards when he reached it. You whimper uncontrollably. He hardly did anything to you yet, but being in front of Dabi with Shigaraki showing you off like this? Your body was having instinctual responses you couldn't help.

Shigaraki begins circling your clit before crumbling away your panties, giving him full access to your heat, and displaying it to Dabi. You tense up, nervous and feeling exposed. He continues stimulating you, whispering sweet, empty nothings in your ear, "relax.."

Tomura pleasures your clit perfectly, not missing a beat in his attack on it. You begin moaning at the pleasure, which sends a shock of arousal to Dabi's cock.

"You wanna show him how much you love my cock?"

Your eyes shot wide open and without much warning Shigaraki pulls your tanktop below your tits, exposing both of your intimate areas. Your pussy grows more wet, and your clit twitches in excitement. Dabi notices how flushed your pussy is and continues to watch smugly, "Damn, I'm a little jealous, boss."

"You should be. She's gorgeous, right? Don't get any bright ideas, though. This is a privilege for you."

Shigaraki stands up and unzips his pants before encouraging you to kneel in front of him. You comply, getting on your knees and taking responsibility yourself. You grope his cock from the outside of his pants before pulling them down, revealing his cock.

"You've got a short dick," Dabi slys.

Shigaraki turns and shouts at him, "You have a real hard time with shutting the fuck up don't you?"

You turn your head the other way and chuckle a little. Their banter was funny, if you were honest.

"Hey chuckles..how about you use that pretty little mouth the right way?" Shiggy tilts your face towards his cock and presses it against your lips. Dabi wasn't wrong. Shigaraki didn't have the biggest dick. Maybe a little under 5 inches, but he had a decent girth that more than made up for it. You loved him just as he was, though. It wasn't a bother that he was a bit small.

You open wide and Tomura pushes his dick to the back of your throat slowly. You gag immediately, eliciting a laugh from him.

"What did you say, Dabi? Short dick?"

"That doesn't count, you know it."

Shigaraki scowls and grunts, but you distract him by wrapping your fingers around his base and dragging your mouth along his dick. You bob your head beautifully and pull up to lick around his tip. Shiggy groans with his raspy tone and forms your hair into a ponytail while you suck his cock.

You were able to catch a glance at Dabi and you saw him sitting there with his cock out, fumbling with his glans while he watched you suck Tomura's cock. You yelp on Shigaraki's cock, to which he thrusts in deeper.

"Mmm...you adore my cock, don't you?"

Yes, you did. It was hard to feel totally into this, though. While being watched and objectified. You knew that Shigaraki loved you, but he was clearly using his love for you to his advantage. He knew that because his love was somewhat sincere he could win you over to do pretty much anything. You never said no, though.

"Stop."

You look up, confused.

"It's your turn, Y/N. Up."

We were going all the way then, huh? You supposed it couldn't be helped and you stood up. Shigaraki pulled you into a sloppy kiss, while he glanced at Dabi with a competitive spirit on his face. Shigaraki turned you around and rested his hand on your back (but making sure to avoid a finger for obvious reasons). He pushes you down and presses his cock against your ass and you felt utterly exposed and vulnerable. You refused to look at Dabi, but you felt his burning gaze on you regardless.

Shigaraki ran his cock up and down your folds, teasing his cockhead along your clit. You whine in pleasure and embarrassment. Shigaraki coos at you, "shhh..."

He probably knows you're embarrassed, but he can't get enough of one-upping Dabi like this. He slowly guides his cock inside of you, savoring the warmth of your wet pussy. You moan in response and quickly enough, Shigaraki begins plunging his cock in and out of you at a musical rhythm.

"You're so pretty, Y/N. Such a good girl, taking my cock in front of him like this. Maybe I'll buy you that cute pink headset you've been wanting as a reward," Tomura chuckles.

"Good girl? Try slut. Out on display like a little whore," Dabi comments.

"Fuck off. She's only my slut. An obedient one, at that. Isn't that right, babygirl?"

"Mhm~!" There we go. That praise from Tomura was just what you needed to get you nice and comfortable. He knew it too, he wasn't stupid. He takes one of your hands and holds it backwards while he fucks you fast. Your tits dangle and bounce in front of Dabi and your pussy is dripping in arousal, running down your legs and dripping on the floor.

"Aah! Tomura!"

"That's it. You're going so well. Doesn't she look so sexy?"

"Mhm...can I have sloppy seconds when you're done?"

"Go fuck yourself. You wish."

At least Tomura had enough decency to know that you wouldn't like that at all. You only wanted him. Though, he may have only said that out of his own possessive nature, not for your comfort.

You continue to pant and cry out in embarrassment and arousal. Shiggy keeps smacking his hips against your ass and filling you with his cock. His dick certainly wasn't too short, as he rubbed up against your g-spot nicely, and he angled it the exact way you liked it.

Some sick part of you was beginning to feel a creeping orgasm approaching. Typically, you needed clit stimulation to cum, but the way Tomura was fucking you and how exposed you were was causing a newfound pleasure you hadn't experienced before. Your breath becomes heavy and you begin speaking gibberish.

"Tomura..Mm! I-, I'm, I'm gonna-"

"That's it..cum all over my cock. Show him how good I fuck you!"

Dabi strokes his pierced cock fastly and clenches his teeth, amused at your submission to Shigaraki. He fucks you even rougher and hits your G-spot in repeated rhythms. Your clit begins to spasm as you feel an internal wave of overwhelming pleasure surge throughout your whole body. You cum heavy on Tomura's cock, and the twitching walls of your pussy almost send him to a high as well, but he fights back for a bit.

Shigaraki fucks you silly even after your orgasm. Your sensitive cunt trembles as his cock continues it's assault. The sensations are overwhelming and almost hurt.

"Tomura..it's too much.."

"Just a little longer, baby. I gotta get my serving, too."

Your pussy keeps being pounded by Shigaraki as he has no restraint now that he's made you cum. Still, he hits your spot perfectly. His thrusts are desperate and yearning. He eyes Dabi with a cocky grin, "Told you. I told you I fuck her good. You oughta think before running your mouth."

"Mmff..you may be right. My apologies.."Dabi chuckles with a heavy sigh. As Shigaraki keeps fucking you unapologetically, Dabi cums all over himself watching you as you're being used as a trophy for Shigaraki to show off. It's not long after before Shigaraki also releases his load deep in your pussy with a heavy growl. He grips your hips as he holds you down on his cock, not missing a drop of his cum.

Your body is shaking from the intensity and you fall to your knees. Shigaraki bends down to pull you in his lap and strokes your hair.

"You did a good job..."

You had no words and could only bury your face into Shigaraki's neck for comfort. Tomura looks at Dabi with a look of victory on his face.

"Who's awful in bed, again?"

"Hey, I accept defeat. I guess you aren't as pathetic as I thought, boss." Dabi puts his cock back in his pants. "You got yourself a pretty one, you better treat her good."

"I plan on it."

Dabi gets up and goes to his room, closing the door. Tomura looks at you and messages your neck with as many fingers as he can.

"You're sticky. Come on, let's get in the shower."

"Okay.."

"Hey."

"Hm?"

"You know I love you, right? Even though I fucked you in front of that punk, you're my babygirl, and only mine."

"I know, Tomura. I love you too," you smile at him, feeling more content now that it's only you and him.

"Good. Let's get clean. You stink of cum."

[curiousquirks]

Caught Your Attention (18+)

Pairing: AFO x Fem!Reader

Content Warnings: Non-Con, Pegging, Fem-Dom, Reader referred to as Female and AFAB, Aphrodisiacs, Degradation, Mommy Kink, Overstimulation, Orgasm Denial, Blackmail, Light Collar Play Word Count: 4,755 A/N: Reader has a quirk (meta ability) that allows them to produce an aphrodisiac from their body. This is also set back in the day when AFO was far younger but was gaining power rapidly. Other than that, there wasn’t any specific plot because this is shameless smut. Requested by @jennoah

The spontaneous creation of Quirks also saw the creation of people willing to selfishly use them for their own gain. Exceeding amounts of power and influence carried All for One quickly through the ranks of rising villains. He was no stranger to people wanting to compete with him to try to topple him from his growing tower. Being younger and on the front lines of people scrambling to gather as much as possible left All for One having to learn as he went. Naturally he was bound to make some mistakes in his early days. He still fared better than most though. Some would say it was natural born talent that gave him an edge most people didn’t have.

All for One was a very charismatic man, he knew exactly how to talk to people. It allowed him to sway conversations and manipulate people precisely how he wanted. It wasn’t fool proof though. It didn’t work on you; and you were such a mystery. He had interacted with you a few times, but heard plenty in passing. You had a Meta Ability too, but he just didn’t know what it was. You weren’t interested in any of his tactics and you were certainly self-sufficient and powerful on your own. You never accepted anything he had to provide, you certainly had no desire for another Meta Ability. So, what could he possibly offer you?

Nothing. 

He was a cocky, arrogant and narcissist bastard who you wished to never have to interact with. You didn’t want him dead. That was too extreme, especially when he could still have his uses. He had a lot of influence and power, more than you have gained especially considering how young he was. It irked you. His web of connections was too strong to sever, leaving you with little options to even try to dismantle him. Leaving you with a crazy idea that honestly could humble him. Afterall, breaking someone this proud gives you more room to get better negotiations right? Especially when you leave room for easy blackmail. Proud men like him don’t want to look bad, let alone be humiliated by a woman.

Since he had such a complicated network building, it only seemed fitting to try to catch him like a fly in that little web. He wasn’t the only one with contacts and he can’t have his guard up all of the time. You didn’t even have to worry about him trying to break free or potentially killing you. Once you had him in your hands, the last thing he’d want to do is leave. Outside of the effects of your meta ability, men were always really easy to control with sex. It would take time, but thankfully you were patient. Setting yourself up and carefully positioning yourself, waiting for the right timing. Which landed you in your current perfect position.

You pressed your back against the wall, taking a glance around the corner. Your vantage point in his place gave you a view towards his open bathroom door. Either he’s really good at pretending to not notice you or you were successfully evading his detection for the moment. Who knows what he has up his sleeves right now; it was always hard to figure that out. Subtly and mystery saved him, not letting anyone know what he had to utilize at any given moment. Worked the same for his meta abilities as it did for his emotions. He was busying himself with personal grooming it seemed, his hand delicately holding a shaving razor. His frame leaning closer to the bathroom mirror to keep attention to detail. 

He briefly paused, putting you on edge as you expected his eyes to lock onto yours in the mirror from your hidden position. He didn’t though. You weren’t too far away, just far enough to be safe but it was still in range of your Meta Ability. You lifted your sleeve allowing a faint mist to float off your skin letting it drift into the room towards him as you kept eye contact on him. You had been doing this subtly for a few minutes now. Your ability worked better with direct contact, you had figured that out through trial and error. Soon enough you’d be able too. He placed the shaving razor down as he moved to rinse his face. You watched expectantly as you waited for your ability to affect him. He turned off the facet and reached for a towel to pat his face dry. He seemed to pause again, making a subtle adjustment in his posture. 

He seemed to brush it off as he made his way out of the bathroom, turning the light off and closing the door. He made his way towards his kitchen. You could barely see him but thankfully you still could keep some watch over him. You mentally cursed, normally it shouldn’t take this long. Shouldn’t be surprising that this insufferable man had a high tolerance for this type of thing. It would allow him to not be easily distracted. Just another thing that had you gritting your teeth in annoyance. Your eyes slightly widen in surprised amusement when you see your work starting to pay off; there’s a flush spreading across his skin and growing bulge in his pants. He adjusted his posture again, shifting on his feet as his eyes narrow. 

His fingers reach for a cup drying on the rack, which he holds for only a second before slamming it down on the counter. Your body slightly jolted from the sudden movement but you held steady. You blinked rapidly as you watched him intently, making quick work to continue into the next phase of the plan. 

He made a quick but annoyed click of his tongue as rolled his neck, seeming to try to shake off some unexpected tension. He paused again before making a quick move to turn in your direction just in time to feel a sharp sting in the back of his neck. His body started feeling as clouded and fogged as his mind, a clear sign that the potent sedative was working. His heavy lidded eyes locked onto yours, only briefly, before he collapsed onto the floor. You stood triumphantly above him, observing your prey as your grin was full of mystery and maliciousness.

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The first thing he noticed through his blurry vision was your form standing over him. He then felt hot fingers pressing ever so lightly into his skin. He tried to sober up, but his brain couldn’t catch up fast enough. He let out a sharp hiss when the slightest pressure touched his clothed aching cock. He tried moving his arms, barely registering that they were tied behind his back. His eyes snapped to the movement in front of his face, taking multiple seconds to register the fingers snapping clearly aiming to get his attention. His eyes blinked as slowly as his mind was moving.

“Good morning, princess.” Your voice echoed in his mind, followed immediately by your intoxicatingly cruel laughter. “Glad to finally have your full attention,” Your hand gently palmed his cock, his hips immediately bucking up against you as a shiver ran down his body. “Especially since certain parts of you woke up already.”

“What do you–” He began before taking a sharp intake of breath as your fingers glided over his bare skin again. “What do you think you’re doing?” His tone was full of venom, and it wasn’t hard to see the hatred in his eyes. 

“I’m taking my time in getting some justified blackmail as I watch you fold and crumble beneath me.” You heard his scoff before he gritted his teeth. “You, on the other hand, are going to lay here on the floor and obey my every command like a good boy.”

His breathing got more ragged, it was hard to fight off the pure lust consuming him he had to admit. Before he had even had the chance to make a snide comment back you had run your bare hands along his skin. That faint mist from before radiated off of your skin infecting his mind, body, and soul. Every touch of your fingers against him radiated electric sparks that made him want to ravage every fiber of your body. He felt hot, the fabric of his pants feeling too tight as the layer of sweat coating his body forced them to stick to his legs. He felt weak. 

“How are you feeling now, huh tough guy?” You teased, your fingers grabbing his chin as you forced his frantic and distracted attention back onto you. Your voice alone caused his throbbing cock to twitch with every syllable. “I bet you wish you could just sate your desires, to just sink your cock deep inside me.” You mocked, your other hand making quick work of undoing his pants. 

If you kept talking, that might have just forced him to finish on the spot. His eyes fluttered the second the cold air hit his cock once it sprung free. His breathing hitched as your fingers ghosted against it, every shred of what little willpower he had left was preventing his hips from bucking up. He cursed the very molecules of your existence but he lacked the ability to voice anything out loud. It was a strong Meta Ability indeed. He tried focusing on what little sanity he had left to try to figure a way out of this. 

“I’m just trying to focus on figuring out which end goal you’re trying to achieve here.” He spat out, struggling heavily as he tried wiggling his body slightly to assess and figure out the type of restraints you used. “Do you intend to kill me after you’re done toying with me? Extort me some more for power?”

“If I was going to kill you, I would have done so when I had the chance. I got your guard down, I had every opportunity to do it at that very moment. You are on the right track though. I want your resources. I want you to owe me.” You explained as you straddled him. You could feel his heart rate increase dramatically as you grinded down against him. It took everything in him not to react, to give you the satisfaction. His cheeks were flushed as a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. “Actually, no. I want to own a powerful man such as yourself. Men would kill to be in your position right now, you know. You’re a lucky man.”

He scoffed again, his eyes narrowing dangerously at you. “I’d much rather be in control than be–” He began before you interrupted him.

“Humiliated?” You asked, a grin playing at your lips. “Every powerful man like yourself secretly loves this shit though, don’t you. You just want a woman taking control to give you what you need, not what you think you want.”

“I’m afraid you’ve got that wrong, my dear.” He retorted, fighting back a shudder as your hands ran up and down his bare chest. “You just look like a desperate whore. Having to do these depraved embarrassing acts just to get your hands on a man, because no one wants to touch you.”

“Oh?” You could admire how much willpower this man is managing to hold onto. There was so much venom in his voice, he was using all of his power and using it to fuel his anger towards you.  If you respected him, this would be impressive. You scooted yourself down his body, resting on top of his lower legs as your fingers curled around his cock. “We’ll see how you really feel soon enough.”

Your thumb swiped over the tip of his cock, feeling the twitch immediately against your hand as you gave it a few strokes. You locked eyes with him for only a moment before you had dipped your head down, running your tongue against the throbbing vein along the bottom of his cock. You then circled the tip before wrapping your lips around it. You heard him gasp out a sharp breath. Your moment of triumph was soon upon you, surely he wouldn’t last long at all. His hips bucked up, forcing his cock deeper down your throat. The warm wet feeling engulfing his every thought. 

“G-Get off me–gah…” He choked out, followed immediately by a curse under his breath. 

His words fell on deaf ears, your attention focused on creating suction around his sensitive tip. Your hand grabbed his shaft and created a steady rhythm. You could feel the muscles in his legs tense up, as his breathing got more ragged. You suddenly and without warning pulled yourself off of him. He let out a gasp of air as his muscles clenched tightly, his release so harshly delayed leaving him aching.

“You bitch…” He whispered, gritted through his teeth, but you heard him. “Enough with your games.”

Your fingers wrapped around his cock again, using your own spit as a lubricant as you started pumping it at a fast pace. You watched with sick glee as his eyes snapped shut, his muscles tensing up at the exhilarating pleasure coursing through him. At a much faster rate than before you had pulled your hand away suddenly, causing a choked noise to escape his lips. Your fingers ghosted over his twitching cock, his hips instinctively bucking up towards your hand. A growl reverberated somewhere deep within him as his eyes shot open to glare at you. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, now that’s not very nice of you.” You mocked, softly wrapping your hands around his cock again. You set a painfully slow pace as you positioned yourself against his legs to prevent him from moving them too much. “I didn’t say you could come yet.”

“I…don’t need–stop” He scrambled everywhere in his brain to get something cohesive out, but his brain was foggy with thoughts of your body, your mouth, your voice. Every possible scenario comes up with that involved drilling his cock deep inside of you; warm, wet, dripping and consuming. 

“You really want me to stop, you seem close? Hm, you sure you don’t wanna come?” You teased, focusing extra pressure near his tip since he is extra sensitive. Even though you’re only doing soft slow strokes, every touch feels magnified. His body is on fire. He whispers a simple please beneath his breath and your hand immediately retracts from his cock. 

“Fuck...” He grits out behind his teeth, his chest rising and falling at an accelerated rate. His aching cock twitches again, more pre-cum leaking from the tip. He deflated against the floor again.

More mist floats off of your skin and into the air and he swears he can see stars. He honestly thinks that if you even ghost your fingers against his cock again, that’ll be it. Every fiber of his being can only think about you; in every carnal way, in every primal way. His glassy eyes locked onto yours, completely fucked out of his mind. The future most feared man in the entire country, looked like a desperate puppy beneath you. Like a desperate whore. 

“Are you gonna behave now?” You asked, testing to see just how far gone he was. He nodded quickly and eagerly, his light hair sticking against his sweaty forehead. “You're gonna be a good boy for mommy?”

You could see the gear shift, something in him changed. The name, the title; something unlocked. He groaned as looked ready to come on the spot. A grin quickly spread across your face. You knew it. Perfect.

You got off of him and stood up. You snapped your fingers and made a gesture that asked him to sit up. He quickly obeyed, with some struggle, and perched himself onto his knees. You cooed at him and cupped your fingers under his chin, tilting his head up. 

“Such a good boy.” You praised, taking in his breathless flushed face. “You want mommy to make you come?”

He nodded and you wasted no time in laughing at his misery. His face burned with humiliation and growing defeat. The ache deep within himself was too strong, he couldn’t focus on anything else. You walked over to the bag that you had brought with you and reached in to grab something, his eyes watching you intently the entire time. You pulled out what looked to be a collar. You walked back over to him and attached it around his neck. You grabbed and attached the leash into place too, giving it a good tug. He held his place well, almost like he had expected it. Your Meta Ability can’t cause people to suddenly be into shit that they’re not. So to say you’re surprised is an understatement. You expected some fucked up shit, but it was more of a joke thought. 

“Don’t you look like such a pretty boy.” You praised, knowing it was so degrading for him to be referred to in such a way. You wrapped the end of the leash around your hand a few times before leaning down towards his face. “Are you going to behave for me? I’ll give you exactly what you want if you do.” 

He held an intense stare, multiple strong emotions swirling in those piercing red eyes. His face held a stoic expression but the deep flush spread across his face gave him away. A layer of sweat was coating his body, his hair matting against his forehead. He was struggling to keep a steady breathing pattern too. A sick grin spread across your face, relishing in how you didn’t even have to do anything to get him in such a state. He had some strong willpower but he still wasn’t as compliant as you would’ve hoped.

“I didn’t hear an answer.” You said, irritation apparent in your tone. “You’re not getting shit from me if you don’t give me an answer.”

He just held that same intense stare, clearly trying desperately to hold onto his resolve. Well, it’ll definitely feel more fulfilling to break him completely. You were hoping it wouldn’t come to this but anything for your mission at hand. You used your other hand to roughly grab his chin as you yanked the leash towards you, forcing his face closer to yours. You didn’t give him much time to process, barely allowing the shock of the situation to surface before you crashed your lips onto his. You could immediately feel his discomfort and disgust as you forced your tongue into his mouth. The second your tongue brushed against his, that’s when you felt the shift in his demeanor. Your meta ability affects your body fluids too.

He melted into your kiss, a stifled groan catching in his throat as you melded together. You didn’t stay long, just long enough, pulling away as a thin line of saliva broke between both of you. His eyes were softer now, his breathing more noticeable and his panting louder. His face attempted to follow after you, chasing you like a puppy. A smile pulled at the corner of your mouth as you loosened the leash wrapped around your hand. That should work perfectly now. Only one way to really test that theory though.

“Are you going to be good for mommy now?” You mocked, eagerly awaiting his reaction.’

“Yes.” He said breathlessly and immediately. 

You held your surprise well. There was just something in the way he said it. You had figured that he would completely cave at this point but something about this man submitting to your will was different from the others. You moved backwards, tugging the leash to signal him to follow you. His lust filled body moved to stand and follow after you towards the bed like a love sick animal, his legs shaky and wobbly to stand on. In a clearer mind he would finally register what room he was in. He couldn’t care less at the moment about the details, only doing whatever he had to in order to appease you for his own selfish needs. 

“That’s a good boy,” You praised, reaching your hand out to pat your hand on the bed. “Now get up here and lay down on your stomach for me.”

He seemed hesitant, moving slowly but still following your commands. He struggled slightly, with the restraints holding his arms in place behind his back but he managed to do exactly as you asked. He groaned as his throbbing cock pressed against the comforter, the friction driving him insane. You cooed from somewhere behind him, having moved away. He tried turning his head to see where you went or what you were doing, but the angle wasn’t providing him with much. 

“No peeking, wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise.” You teased from somewhere behind him. 

He waited for what felt like ages, resisting the urge to press himself against the bed to gain some relief. He didn’t have to wait long though, his brain too muddled to focus on much aside from his raging desires which kept him thoroughly distracted. He felt the weight difference on the bed as you pressed your knee into the mattress. You placed your hands on his hips as you used your knees to push his legs apart. He didn’t resist at all, letting you move his legs. In one forceful motion you dug your fingers into his skin as you lifted his hips into the air. One of your hands left his hips as you snuck it between his legs, wrapping your fingers around his cock. He shuddered, his hips jerked at the sudden contact. He bit back a moan, as your hand skillfully set an agonizing rhythm. 

He hadn’t noticed your other hand left his body until he let out a surprised choked gasp as your finger placed cold lubricant against his entrance. His eyes shot back towards you, surprise clearly evident across his face despite the fact that you can’t see most of his face. You circle your finger around the rim before slowly inserting your finger inside of him. Your other hand never stopped your pace, despite how much he started squirming against you. You pumped your finger in and out of him for a minute before inserting another to help stretch him.

“Look at how you’re sucking me in, you must love this.” You teased, feeling his legs tense up. “You’re into more kinky shit than I thought. You poor thing, never getting to express yourself in such a depraved way because of that pride of yours.”

You heard him curse on his breath, feeling that building heat that was robbed from him multiple times already. He fully expected you to do it again. Your fingers curled inside of him and he pressed his face into the mattress. You could feel the shakiness of his legs as you worked him into a beautiful release, hot spurts of cum shooting against the comforter. His groans were muffled into the fabric but quickly became choked as you continued stroking him and pumping your fingers inside of him.

“F–Fuck…Stop–” He tried to cry out, almost biting down on his tongue. His body shook underneath you, his cock painfully twitching against your hand as his body tried desperately to get away from you.

“Aw, look at you baby. I thought you wanted to come?” You mocked, finally giving him some peace by removing both of your hands from him suddenly. You watch his body collapse against the bed, gasping for air. “You look so pretty.”

His brain struggled to regain any control once he was able to breathe again. He didn’t have much time before your bare hands were running along his ass, groping at his body, your meta ability still actively at work and continuously affecting him. His groaned, electric shocks jolt through his body as you move his ass into the air again. He didn’t have the time to process the foreign object pressing against his ass before he heard the shutter noise from your phone’s camera. He turned his head towards you to look at what you were doing before your hand was on his face pushing it back into the mattress. 

“Ah ah ah, what did I say before?” You chastised, gripping the strap-on in your hand and rubbing it against his asshole. The slick cold feeling of the silicon against him had his body jerking forward. His eyes widened as they glared back at you. Despite the anger trying to show through his eyes, the lust was far stronger. “You are going to lay here and take mommy’s cock like a good boy.” A grin spread across your face as you felt his leg twitch as a jolt of pleasure went straight to his cock. “And you’re going to love every second of it.”

“I…I already finished.” He tried to retort. 

“You don’t get to decide when I’m finished.” You told him, lining the strap-on with his entrance as you slowly started pushing it into his twitching hole. “Now, you’re gonna sit here and fucking take it like a good boy.” 

You felt his entire body tense up as you pushed it all the way to the base. You dig your nails into his hips as you savor his muffled groans and whines. “You’re taking this better than I thought you would, you must be a real whore.” You mocked, slowly pulling out the strap-on before slamming it back into him. “Fuck I can’t even feel it and I know your hole is tight and just sucking it in. You love getting fucked like this, huh?” 

The pain was burning, but your meta ability was forcing his brain to only focus on the lustful enjoyment. Morbidly twisting the painful stretching into blinding pleasure. He bites back any noises that threaten to spill from his lips, his heavy breathing escaping through his parted lips. His face shoved to the side, desperately trying to keep a little grasp on his sanity. One of your hands reaches down to grasp his weeping and throbbing cock, the jolt of his hips causing one of the hidden noises to finally escape his lips.

“There you go, let mommy hear you.” You attempt to coax him, setting a rhythm as you stroke his cock and slam your hips into his. “You're taking me so well.”

He finally started letting those noises slide past his lips, the vulgar and dirty noises filling the room were too late to actually cause him more humiliation. He was too far gone, lost completely in the pure pleasure coursing through his entire body. “Please–...” He choked out, his muscles tensing up as he felt that burning feeling building for his release. “Mommy, please–”

“Come for me, baby.” You cooed, making one last slam into his ass as you gave quick strokes to his throbbing cock. More hot cum spurts out against the comforter again, causing a worse sticky mess. Your hand didn’t relent in its torture of his cock though.

 

“S-Stop–” He cried out, his body violently twitching. “Fuck–”

“I want to make sure I get out every last drop.” You teased, continuing stroking his twitching, throbbing, aching cock. His whole body was tensed up, strangled gasps escaping him as he tried with every fiber of his being to pull himself away from you. The struggling was moving his hips against your strap-on though, causing more jolts of electric pleasure surging through him. “Just a little longer.”

You watched him struggle and writhe beneath you, completely losing control over his body. You didn’t make him struggle much longer though, watching as his body completely collapsed against the bed. He struggled to catch his breath, more sweat coating his body as his chest heaved. You pulled the strap-on out of him, smirking at the noise he made when it was fully removed. He squeezed his eyes close for only for a moment before they snapped open when he heard that shutter sound again.

You quickly sent this photo away too, having it stored safely away for the perfect blackmail. You looked down at him, more menacingly than before. “I can do this any time I want and you’ll let me. I own you now and you love it.” You said, not threatening him at all as you were simply explaining exactly how he felt. You bare hands run softly over his back, a shutter wracking his body. “Rest up, I’m not done with you yet.”

[star-junk]

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Alastor x ReaderOC, Vox x ReaderOC, Future Lucifer x ReaderOC

Second Person POV, Change of POV, Slow burn (or fast burn - really moving through the plot quickly), please forgive the typos.

Warnings: Dark Themes: Altered state of consciousness, possessive behavior, mention of dv, non-con elements in the future, cannibalism and just things not being nice--it's Hell.

Speaking of not nice, Alastor... still not sure if I'll go for the canon asexuality or if I'll deviate so just keep that in mind. Also, operating under assumptions on Season 2 so pls walk with me

Only Bones

Chapter 1:

“Extermination Day is canceled!”

It’s the first thing you hear emerging from the cellar under the apartment building where you and other sinners hunkered down on Exterminations Day since your arrival to Hell two years ago.

“What?” You ask, processing the news.

Your neighbors are just as confused coming up behind you. Mr. Marion, an amphibian demon stops someone passing by to ask what’s going on.

“Extermination Day is canceled, Lucifer’s daughter kicked angelic ass! They flew back to heaven with their tales between their legs!!”

Oh. Really?

Though the lack of carnage on the street seems to confirm that. Still, you walk over to the electronic store around the block to be sure and...

News666 is providing special coverage of what took place while you and your neighbor’s took cover. A growing group of demons already gathers in front of the screens featuring Carly or Harley defending her Hotel against hordes of angels. That’s, wow, that’s quite amazing. The scene then cuts to a static image of the Radio Demon doing not so well against one of the more powerful looking angels, Katie talks about that for a bit before the coverage is switched to a tiny one eyed demon. The crowd chuckles and awws as she fumbles through her interview. After getting the general gist of the current situation you hurry over to check on the shop, more immediately concerned about that than the power vacuum left the news anchors kept going on about. You hope your business was left intact, unlike last year.

Jo, is already waiting at the front of the shop leaning against the delivery van.

“Guess that deal with the cannibals is really working out, huh?” The imp says, pointing a thumb toward the store which was, in fact, left intact.

You chuckle, “Guess so. Glad you’re okay Jo.” You answer and proceed to mess his pale locks. “And how many times have I told it's not a 'deal'?"

"Hey!" He swats your hand away.

"Seems like little Ms. Morningstar saved our butts this time too, so double the win.”

"Oh man, yeah she was so badass!"

“Are you guys open today?” A mummified demon girl asks, interrupting your convo. There's more people behind her. You suppose now that they won’t be immediately double killed, people are really eager to celebrate.

You quirk an eyebrow at Jo. “You up for it, kid?”

“I don’t know, last time we took the day off after an Extermination… ” He says, inspecting his claws.

“I’ll pay you double.”

“Let me just park the van in the back.”

Great! You turn to your loyal customers. “Give us a few minutes, we should be opening soon!”

That day’s earnings were record high. You think to pay Rosie a visit to thank her for the Pie Shop’s promised protection once the dust settles and her cannibals regroup.

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Sometimes it surprised you to think that life in Hell was not as bad as it used to be when you first arrived. You just had to adapt.

So adapt you did. 'Stay calm, but observant and sharp' your grandmother used to say. Advice you never took too seriously in life but here, things were different.

But also the same.

A strict class hierarchy existed, with Overlords and Royalty at the very top and the rest left to suffer or get by as best they could and of course this life was meant to suck, but still… some people truly weren't that bad.

There are some demons who won’t attack or take advantage of you—not right away, at least and that meant something when this was meant to be the end of the road for everyone here. Others kept to themselves, appearing to get by just fine for the most part. You were one of those, and it had worked out for you so far. Even got a little lucky, got your business going and everything without having to step on any necks!

At night, you sometimes wondered if things could have been different in life, had you made different choices.

Been less stupid.

But what’s the use of regret, all that remains before you is the present and the hellfire of eternity before you. Harlot’s or whatever her name is was definitely delusional, it’s what you thought when news of her Hotel spread. It’s what you still think even now after its Grand Reopening.

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After the fanfare came and went, things in hell more or less remained the same, at least on the surface, but a peculiar air of uncertainty and edge remained. Even the Turf War that usually ensued Extermination Day ended swiftly with most territories staying with the same boundaries from the days before.

That was his assessment when walking around in Pentagram CIty for the first time since. The tense corners of his mouth like sharp daggers still pointed upward, even with the slowly healing wound on his torso.

Yet Alastor was pleased to learn his reputation remained mostly intact despite the… unfortunate outcome of his encounter with Adam. After all, not many could claim survival against the leader of the Exorcists. And if there were any doubts of his abilities, at least other demons were smart enough not to voice them directly to his face. The same vermin from before still showed him the same respect, the day they stopped doing that will be the day he'll worry.

His thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the sight of a line going around the corner.

Oh, This is new. It had been a while since he strolled through this part of the city.

Humming to himself he followed it, thinking it might be a new entertainment club or something equally—but then a sweet savory smell hit him.

It was a Pie Shop of all things!

"Apothecary Pie Shop" The sign read. Oh what a curious name for a business that was.

His back straightens, twirling his mic propmting the crowd make way but before he can set foot on the shop’s stairs, a male imp bursts out shouting at the top of his lungs:

“Folks, we’re all out of pies!” The people already gathered curse at him, some even throw trash at the poor soul. “Oh fuck you too—!” He says dodging an empty glass bottle before his eyes finally land on Alastor. “Oh shiiit!”

“Why hello there!” He greets, “I was just strolling around the neighborhood when I came upon your fine establishment. I had never seen it before so I thought I would take a look. Seems I was a bit late though.”

“No, no… I think we might still have some p-pies left for you… S-sir.” The poor imp fumbles with the doorknob behind him, hastily trying to get back inside. His display of deference puts Alastor in a magnanimous mood.

“Oh that’s quite alright, young man. No need, I’ll just be sure to stop by some other time. Bye now!” He says waving as he continues on his way.

Good to know some businesses still know how to provide good service even in Hell!

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Going to Cannibal Town always makes you nervous, well aware you are one of the few allowed to come and leave in one piece as promised by Rosie herself. Jo had offered to come with you, but you decided it would be best if he didn’t. Still the hungry stares you got only made you grip the van’s steering wheel tighter. The town reminded you of the suburb you moved into the last year you were alive, all order and niceties hiding something dark underneath.

Pulling up, you take out the pies as quickly as possible, in-and-out is what you aim for. You’re halfway up the path to her shop when Rosie spots you pushing the loaded utility cart.

“Oh, but if it isn't Nuria!” She calls from the porch where she's having afternoon tea with fellow company.

You wave, doing your best to show a genuine smile. “Mrs. Rosie! How do you do this hellish afternoon?”

She excuses herself from the table to come closer, her white serrated teeth framed by black lips tilt upward in a radiant smile. “Very happy to see you safe and sound after everything that has occurred, my dear!”

Your perfect opening, “Well, we have your people to thank for that, they were all over the News. Very brave and heroic.”

“Thank you for saying so, dear. They are a sturdy bunch for sure, though I must admit we did incur losses.” She says, procuring a fan to dry the tears at the corners of her eyes. "I'm just happy their sacrifice was not in vain."

And now you feel awful for bringing it up at all. “I- I’m sorry, I didn't… What I mean to say is that I came because I wanted to thank you for my shop as well.” You rush, motioning to the cart full of packaged pies. “These don’t have your preferred filling, but I hope everyone likes them all the same.”

“Aren’t you precious, Nuria, you didn’t have to go through the trouble. After all, it’s all part of the contract!” She answers, placing one slender cold hand on your shoulder. You try not to shiver.

And yeah, it was part of the contact but still. “I truly had to, Mrs. Rosie, I am eternally grateful to you for taking a chance on me.”

“Look at you,” a hand to her chest, “you sure know how to give a gal good lip service. Won’t you stay for tea? An old friend will be stopping by soon, he’s a riot! Such an entertaining character that he is! Theo, dear, would you kindly take these inside?” She wraps an arm around your shoulders already pulling you toward the porch and that’s when you have to tap out.

“I really can’t, Mrs. Rosie.” You twirl around taking the hand on your shoulders into yours as if you were about to deliver devastating news to show how terribly sorry you were. “I have to get going. We have to prep for tomorrow, a big day awaits us!”

You weren’t lying about that at least.

“Oh alright, I understand, you’re a busy woman and all.” She relents.

“Thank you, Mrs. Rosie. And should we be expecting a new shipment of ingredients for your custom orders soon?”

“Absolutely!” She winks and lets you be on your way.

It never ceased to baffle the Cannibal Overlord how such a hard working girl ended up down here. Life, or the afterlife in this case, was really unfair sometimes—but then again she still had yet to get the full story out of Nuria herself. So who knows, that would have to be tea for another day.

[sadbigemini]

Hiya, back again with more MHA fic prompts– or more like one prompt with two versions of it. Anyways, let's get started!

Delinquent Class 1-A Reform Program

They were all in juvie but were handpicked by Nezu and Aizawa for the program.

m*ne*a is added bc he has family on the school board. Neither of them thought it was a good idea.

They have group therapy and live in dorms on campus bc they are living their sentences at UA

Maybe Kouda and Sero are in juvie together. And it's kinda shitty so there are bugs everywhere. So, Sero helps Kouda get over his fear of bugs.

What they're in for:

QUIRKISM: Midoriya (blamed him for Bakugou getting arrested so they called an anonymous tip saying he was talking about selling his notebooks. Which as we know have extensive info on heroes), Shouji (just bc his looks smh), Shinsou (he used his quirk to save himself from being killed– either from bullies, abusive fosters, or abusive parents), Ojiro & Tsu (at a protest and got arrested– it was mostly peaceful and for heteromorphs. They do not know each other), Tokoyami (see Quirk Accident(s)), Hagakure (see Pranks/Vandalism),

QUIRK ACCIDENT(S): Tokoyami (Dark Shadow went overboard defending him against his bullies who followed him after the movies to beat him up. They did not believe that he didn't do it on purpose), Satou (he hurt some people during a sugar rush), Kaminari (someone deliberately scared him in the pool, knowing he would spark. They scared him so bad that he short-circuited. Some people might have died)

PRANKS/VANDALISM: Hagakure (she pulled pranks all the time at school to get back at her bullies. However, nobody could prove it was her but they all knew it was . So, they framed her for stealing things), Sero (he does both but is a famous graffiti artist which is what landed him in juvie. He was caught defacing an endeawhore billboard).

VIOLENCE: Bakugou (being himself and how he went too far– surprisingly it wasn't on Mido but Mido did intervene) Kirishima (he beat a guy half to death for being a pedo to Mina), Mina (punched a cop for being too rough with a cooperating Kiri. He was letting himself be arrested but the cop knew the pedo so), Jirou (same thing but also at the heteromorph protest she decked a hero for being handsy), Iida (for vigilantism- it started with getting revenge for someone hurting his brother but then another vigilante straightened him out), Shouto (the vigilante that straightened him out. His sperm-donor let him be arrested to 'teach him a lesson').

FRAUD(?): Yaomomo (made things w/ her quirk and gave them to the poor some being yen or diamonds), Aoyama (was raised by grifters, con artists and he was involved in several of their schemes. They shifted all the blame on him, pretended it was all him, and acted like concerned parents)

THIEVERY: "Hagakure", Aoyama, Uraraka (she was really hungry and maybe homeless), Kouda (technically- he released several animals from several facilities that were being held captive and experimented on– Nezu likes him lol)

?: m*ne*a being himself

Aizawa: "Some of you don't deserve to be here. Whether it be because of discrimination, teenage rebellion, poverty, your families, or quirk accidents. And there are those of you who do and need to learn restraint and/or had good intentions but broke the law, got caught."

UA’s Delinquent Reform Program

Quirkless Midoriya Izuku.

All of these who are also seen above can have the same reasons for being arrested.

Midoriya, Shinsou, Kaminari, Hagakure, Kuroiro (quirkism), Shishida (again quirkism and maybe a quirk accident), Shouji, Tokoyami, Tokage (quirkism but also probably pranks), Monoma (again quirkism), Kamakiri (again quirkism but also bc he beat up his bullies and harassers everytime), Hatsume (blew up too many things, too many times), Toga, (you know why, you could use the canon story of why she ran away), OCs(?), and m*ne*a ARE IN THE PROGRAM.

Tokage, Toga, and Hatsume are besties.

Hound Dog is their homeroom teacher. They have group therapy sometimes.

Most of them are there for discriminatory reasons and don't actually deserve to be there. Some were there for more lighthearted reasons like pulling pranks. Or both. And others deserved to be there and redemption doesn't seem to be in their future or it is just very far.

A lot of them fight for a chance to be in the hero course. While some want to go into other courses. Though not all of them get the chance to make it into either (the OCs and unredeemed grapist).

There are times where students are removed from the program. Sometimes it's because of the three strikes and you're out, stipulation. To be considered a strike it has to be something serious. Like physical bullying, sexual harassment, and etc.

Other times it's because the student never belonged there in the first place. A lot of these students still want to stay in the program even if they don't need to be there. Either it's because then they'd just be in ‘boring’ Gen Ed or they made some friends and don't want to leave them (ppl who actually understand them). Or its bc Hound Dog thinks they need to be there to heal. With these students if they are negatively affected by the program they are pulled. Such as being bullied or triggered and it's bad for their mental health.

Final exams are the program���s check point. They stay in the program if by final exams they haven't made good progress. Or if Hound Dog recommends the stay for a while longer. There are also students who are moved into the program after final exams. I.e. Bakugou and maybe m*ne*a

After school and Gen Ed classes when heroics is going on they have classes about discrimination, bullying, sexual harassment, managing quirks, and so on and so forth.

Some villains target UA students because of the LoV like it's an internet trend.

How about during the USJ a group of the villains stormed the main campus and all the teachers had already left for the USJ. Believing its security would protect the remaining students and that the threat was only at the USJ. Unfortunately, they were wrong. Luckily our Delinquents come to the rescue.

Sir Nighteye asks Midoriya if he's the one who refused OFA and is pissy about it. It's at his internship bc Mirio thought that Sir could help with Mido's analysis.

Self-defense is an extracurricular/club. Ecto, Eraser, and Snipe teach it but mostly Ecto. Those trying for the hero course take it.

Also RG knows them very well bc Kamakiri rubs off on them.

They also have dorms on campus before everyone else.

I hope this makes sense

[winksasleeplesseye]

File #002 - Nightmare

City of the Dead

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x OC

Word Count: 3k 

Fandom: Resident Evil 

Summary: Amara learns the horrifying truth of what occurred at the Spencer Mansion, visits a few familiar faces to get answers, and meets a new soon-to-be familiar face. 

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September 3, 1998. 

It’d been a week and a few days. 

Amara had been holed up in her apartment, watching life go by from her fire escape. Originally, she and Monet, her older sister, would spend evenings sitting out on the fire escape and talking about whatever came to mind. Of course, that was before Monet decided to go back to school at NYU, handing over the keys and the lease to Amara only a few months prior. 

Sometimes, Amara wishes she had followed suit but she knows her heart would probably always lie in this line of work. Education is a noble pursuit, but the same could be said for working in a profession such as this one. 

Amara scanned her eyes through her space, it was quaint but it was home. 

She wasn’t much of an architecture connoisseur, but Monet is. It’s the only reason she knew that the building was constructed prewar as if she couldn’t tell from the appliances when they had first moved in.

With her salary now, she could’ve opted for something a little more modern, but nothing beat vintage. 

Her eyes fall upon the manilla folder once more. The words on the cover are still the same glaringly, angry red as they were when she grabbed the file. 

Amara had clung to the file, against her better judgment and Max’s knowledge, taking it back here but she still hadn't read anything from it. It sat untouched on her coffee table, already gathering dust as if it hadn’t been touched in years rather than days. 

Why? She wasn’t sure, the title stood out clear as day but the churning in her stomach wouldn’t stop. 

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew what she would read wouldn’t be good. But curiosity gnawed at her like a dog gnawing at a bone.

She weighed the pros and cons again, the same way she did the very night she brought the file back with her. “Fuck it, rip it like a bandaid.” 

Her eyes comb over every word, John certainly wasn’t the one who wrote this but whoever did almost seemed to take delight in recounting it all.

The file goes into gruesome detail, spanning even before the team’s involvement in May, detailing an outbreak of some sort within a lab underneath a Spencer Mansion outside city limits. 

Amara recalls that they were tasked with this assignment at the beginning of July due to the bizarre attacks since that time in May. Most of the RPD and the teams chalked it up to cannibalism and cultists, but considering that she wasn’t present for the said mission, she never did get her answer until now. 

It was reading to her that this wasn’t, in fact, cultists or cannibalism. Her stomach turned even more with every word, someone had recounted everything her team went through, what Alpha Team went through. It sounded like hell on earth. 

The more Amara read about what had happened at the Spencer Mansion on July 24, the more she felt a mixture of disgust, shock, and disbelief. She had been one of the few members of the S.T.A.R.S. team to survive, alongside Jill, Chris, Barry, and Rebecca, but the cost had been high.

Amara's friends, and comrades, had been mercilessly slaughtered by the monsters that had lurked within the mansion. And now, as the truth became clear, she learned that it had all been orchestrated by their own captain, Albert Wesker.

The anger and the sense of betrayal that rose up inside Amara were almost too much to bear. 

Wesker had been someone she had looked up to, someone she had trusted implicitly. He had his quirks, as most people did, but to learn his were more of the nefarious persuasion sent her into a spiral.

And now she realized that he had been using them all along, manipulating them for his own twisted ends.

She clenched her fists, trying to push back the overwhelming emotions. There was a pounding in her temple and the contents of her stomach threatened to come back up as a dry retch rose in her throat. Amara realized she was breathing fast with her eyes squeezed shut like her body was more than ready to pass out. 

She took a few deep breaths, no longer hearing the blood pulse against her eardrums and her heartbeat beating more than a mile a minute, like a child afraid of the dark. Everything is fine for now. 

Amara could only imagine her comrades' reactions to these revelations were much, much worse. But another thing that would endlessly confuse her was why she had been spared. 

                                                             —

Amara was still reeling from what all the files had revealed to her. And her shock and grief were made even worse by knowing the very same Captain-no, Doctor, who they’d all looked up to, depended on, wanted their deaths. Their silence. Their battle data, whatever the hell it was. 

All for Umbrella. 

Survivor’s guilt gnawed at her endlessly, why had she been spared? Was she just lucky? 

Quite frankly, Amara had grown impatient in waiting to hear back anything from Max after leaving them for him to look over. So, she does what any impatient person does, go to find answers herself. 

Amara marches right through the halls of the RPD. To hell with the desk sergeant, she knows who she’s here to see and knows exactly where they are. 

The “bullpen” - for lack of a better term, hasn’t changed a bit, not that Amara really expects it to within a short amount of time since her firing. Most of the officers she recognizes and they’re all going about their duties, making phone calls, filing paperwork, making reports…you know, boring stuff. 

She notices Rita and another female officer gushing over a file on the former’s desk. Knowing her curiosity, Amara quietly sidles up behind them to get a view of what’s got them giggling. Though, her stealth skills have been a bit rusty lately so it didn’t take long for them to become aware of her presence. 

“Moore, what are you doing here?” Rita haphazardly slams the folder shut on the desk before Amara can even catch a glimpse. 

“Where’s Lieutenant Branagh? I need to speak with him.” She tries to put on a cheerful front, considering what she knows now. The last thing she’d want is to dampen the moods of the others. 

The other woman answers, “Went to the library or something.”

Amara nods. “For something? Guess I’ll have to head-” In one quick motion, she snatches the file off the desk and turns her back to them. 

“Hey!-” Rita whined, like a child that had their toy stolen from them. 

“Come on, ladies! You know I love to be in on the fun even as a civilian!” Amara flips open the file, “Now, let’s take a gander at what has you both blushing.” 

And that is when Amara meets Leon S. Kennedy for the first time. Well, on paper, at least. 

Judging by the contents of the file, Leon is one of the new recruits joining the force in a few weeks. But, she can also see why the women were blushing and giggling all the same. 

She would have to be blind to not notice the picture on file is doing him all the favors. She lets out a wolf whistle, reading over his info. Graduated top 10% of his class. High marks all around. Amara couldn’t help but be impressed and realized he wasn’t too unlike her in that regard. 

A man truly after her own heart. 

“He’s a looker, isn’t he?’ Rita asks, leaning her chin on Amara’s shoulder to take another look, though she already knows that the former knows the answer to that. Leon’s eyes are piercing even through a picture, and Amara’s face heats up the longer she stares. 

“Are we sure that he’s an actual cop? I could swear I’ve seen a guy just like him on a GQ cover.” Amara points out as she hands the file back to Rita. 

The other female officer, whose name tag reads Knox, jokes, “Well, that’s certainly not a bad thing when you see the cops we’ve got to work with around here.” 

Eliot–who Amara remembers fairly well as a jerk–pipes up with a scoff. 

“Please, you guys are exaggerating! It’s not like this guy is Leonardo DiCaprio.” 

“Jealous, much?” Knox snickers. 

Somehow, this devolves into a debate over someone none of them have ever met to said movie star. Unfortunately, Lieutenant Branagh just so happens to stroll back in.

And just so happens to zero in on Amara. Fair enough, considering she sticks out like a sore thumb among most of the uniformed officers. “Somehow, it’s always you causing trouble in my bullpen.” 

The smile Amara wears comes off a tad dopey, “Me? Safe to say I’m innocent this time.” 

She doesn’t hesitate to bridge the distance and hug Marvin. He’d become almost like a father figure to her and going a long time without seeing him was a tad bit of agony for her. 

“You know Irons will have your head and mine if he finds out you’re here.” 

“Well then, lucky for us both that this conversation will be quick.” She sends another small smile his way. “Even better, both our heads won’t be over his weird mantle in his office.” 

That makes Marvin laugh briefly.

Amara always kept her interactions with Chief Irons brief, and she was glad for it. She’d met enough creeps in her life to know that he set off all her creep alarms, just thinking about the taxidermy animals he proudly displayed sent a shudder down her spine. 

She shakes the thought of that man. 

“That stuff I brought you and Max, any weight to it?” She asks in a hushed tone. 

Marvin’s face reads of disappointment. “Irons discredited it and an Umbrella representative seems to have had evidence proving otherwise with John.”

Amara laughs humorlessly. “Oh, that’s such bullshit! There’s no way stuff like that can be discredited.” The emails. The files. All of it. Anyone who read those could easily see that Umbrella was not presenting itself as just a do-good pharmaceutical company, there was way more to it.

They used her teammates as test subjects for gruesome monsters.

“Well, he did.” Marvin shakes his head, almost as if he’s still in disbelief at what he’s saying. “I was in the meeting and saw it all.”

“And you believe it?”

“They didn’t give reason to believe otherwise,” Marvin said. His words mean one thing. But his face reads otherwise, clearly trying not to actually convince Amara of their side. 

“Shit. Now what?” 

“How about this? Go see Jill, she’s still in town. I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to see you.” Marvin ushers Amara by the shoulders gently. “Maybe you two can gossip about the rookie you were ogling in my files.” 

She can just hear the smirk in his words, letting out an exasperated sigh and rolling her eyes at the insinuation. 

“Oh, my god. I wasn’t ogling, just curious!”

“Right, and Rita and Knox weren’t either, now get a move on!” 

                                                         —--

Amara drove through the streets of Raccoon City, her eyes briefly scanning the people as they went about their daily lives. 

There were couples holding hands, families with children, business people hurrying to their offices, and old folks sitting on benches. They were all so busy with their own lives, completely unaware of the horror that lie within their own city. 

Amara couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding as she drove through the city. 

She knew that something was coming, something terrible. But the people around her were blissfully ignorant, going about their days as if nothing was wrong.

She looked at them with a mix of pity and envy. Pity, because she knew what was coming and they didn't. Envy, because for a brief moment, she wished she could be like them, oblivious to the dangers that lurked just beneath the surface of their seemingly peaceful city.

As she pulled up in front of Jill's apartment building, Amara shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She knew she had to focus on the task at hand, on her mission to uncover the truth about Umbrella and their involvement in the Spencer Mansion incident. She got out of her car and made her way up to Jill's apartment, wondering what more Jill could tell her about everything. 

Amara knocked three times, expecting to hear Jill at least answer, “Coming!” But she only heard shuffling, footsteps, and the locks being turned. 

After a few moments, the door opened to reveal Jill, looking as though she had been up all night. “Oh, hey.” 

The greeting sounded less like a surprise, and more like Jill had seen a ghost in Amara. “Come on in.” 

Jill’s apartment had seen better days, Amara took in her surroundings, noticing the meticulous wall of evidence that dominated the space. There were maps and newspaper clippings, all with red strings connecting them in a spiderweb-like fashion.

Jill gestured for Amara to come inside, a small almost strained smile playing on her lips as she noticed Amara's curiosity. "I know it looks crazy," Jill said, "but I promise I'm not a conspiracy theorist."

Amara chuckled, following Jill further into the apartment. "It's impressive, actually. I don't think I've ever seen anyone so dedicated to their research."

Jill's smile faltered slightly, and Amara wondered if she'd said something wrong. But then Jill shrugged and said, "Yeah, well, after the mansion incident, I couldn't just sit around and wait for anyone else to do something. So I decided to take matters into my own hands."

“I guess you’re already aware of why I’m here then?” Amara asked, scanning her eyes over the pins on the wall. 

“More or less. But you should probably explain anyways, so I know we’re on the same page.” 

Once they were seated on the couch, Amara explained the reason for her visit. "I've been investigating the recent supposed suicide of an Umbrella researcher, John Clemens. He knew that Wesker sent S.T.A.R.S. to the Spencer Mansion to get hurt and retrieve battle data of B.O.W.s. He knew, or at least someone did, as far back as May what had been occurring and tried to become a whistleblower and send something out to us, but that was intercepted.” 

Jill's expression hardened at the mention of Wesker. "I've been investigating Umbrella since then," she said. "We confronted Irons about what happened at the mansion. He didn't take it well."

Amara leaned in, intrigued. "What did he say?"

"He tried to brush us off, said we were making a mistake. But I know what I saw at the mansion, what we all saw and I know that Irons was involved in covering it up. I've been gathering evidence ever since.” 

Amara nodded, impressed. "You're one step ahead of me. I didn't realize you'd been working on this for so long."

Jill smiled wryly. "I've been living and breathing this for a while. It's good to know Chris and I are not the only ones now.” 

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment before Amara spoke up again. "Do you think Irons is behind the researcher's death?"

"I wouldn't put it past him," Jill said. "But we need more evidence if we're going to take him and Umbrella down."

Amara nodded in agreement. "I'll do whatever it takes to help. We have to stop Umbrella before they do any more damage."

“Agreed,” Jill gives her a small, sad smile. Both of them seemed equally haunted by the friends they had lost. But Jill had been in the thick of it at the mansion, while Amara was only privy to the knowledge secondhand, relegated to the sidelines. 

"I'm sorry, Jill," Amara said quietly, breaking the heavy silence. "I wish there was more I could have done to help. I wish I had known all of this sooner.” 

Jill gave her a closed-lip smile and placed a comforting hand on her own. "You couldn’t have known when you left, Amara. We certainly didn’t. We were up against something much bigger than us."

Amara nodded, her guilt weighing heavily on her. She had been so happy to escape even for a brief time from her duties that she had failed to be there when her team needed her most. And now, because of her choice, people were dead and the truth had been buried. She feels the slightest bit of disgust at the relief of not having been amongst them. 

As they sat in silence, the static on the TV grew louder. Amara knew that she had to do more to make things right. If not for her, then for those who weren’t alive to do it themselves. 

Jill seems to have noticed the look on Amara's face and spoke up. "Hey, you okay?" she asked.

Amara nodded. "Yeah, just a lot to take in," she replied.

Jill gave her a small smile. "I know. Listen, I'm leaving the city soon to investigate Umbrella. I think you should lay low for a little bit until we gather all the evidence we can and know more about what's going on."

Amara frowned. "What do you mean by 'lay low'?" 

She was a bit confused by that, if anything, Amara had done nothing but lay low. Being in their line of work kind of gave her the skill of keeping quiet when necessary. Knowing the things they did, didn’t exactly allow for her to go running around like an idiot. 

Jill shrugged. "Just don't draw too much attention to yourself. Stay out of trouble and don't do anything reckless."

Amara nodded, understanding what Jill was getting at. "Okay, I'll do my best."

Jill stood up from the couch and made her way to the door. "Stay safe, Amara," she said as she opened the door. "And keep in touch."

Amara stood up and hugged Jill. "You too," she said as she pulled away. "Good luck out there."

With that, Amara left, leaving herself with a moment to think about what she had just learned and what the future might hold.

[jamiesfootball]

i am the leverage anon and i choose to reveal myself to you! as a token, i present to you the first scene of my leverage au!

•••

“Here you are, sir,” said Mae, passing two pints over the bar.

“Oh, I don’t know about any ‘sir’. You can call me Ted, Miss Mae,” Ted replied with a smile as he took the pints. Mae smiled back, and Ted turned back to the corner table where Beard was already sitting.

Beard took his pint, and they tapped their drinks on the table, then cheersed. Ted let the man get a solid quarter of the way into his drink in silence before asking.

“C’mon, now. Penny for your thoughts?” he asked, tilting his head. Beard took another long sip of his drink, eyes fixed on a point in midair, unseeing.

“We need a bigger team,” he said finally. Ted had long since learned to not be surprised at his friend’s ponderings. If he let himself do that, he would never get anything done. He’d just spend the whole day gasping and asking “Really?”. Not ideal for either of them.

“Expound,” he said, gesturing towards Beard with his beer.

“Stateside, I was fine with just myself. Ran the smaller cons, got the smaller rewards. When you came onboard, we got to up the stakes a little, and we knew the territory. Here, we’re flying blind. We need a bigger team to help us acclimate, and locals would make us less conspicuous.” Ted nodded slowly, absently watching the bartender.

“Those are quite a few good points,” he said. “If I could make an assumption, I’d say you’ve already got someone, or a few someones, in mind?” Beard nodded, setting down his pint.

“Grifter,” he said. He unzipped his jacket to reach into an inner pocket and remove a few photos. “Anya Graham,” he said, setting down a picture of a tall woman with shoulder-length blonde hair, wearing a long cream-colored coat and not looking at the camera as she exited a car. “Gwendolyn Chalice,” he said, setting down a different picture of a tall woman with long, curled blonde hair, wearing a black, sequined gown with a long slit in the side, smiling at a man with a hand on his chest. “And Jordan Kelly,” he said, setting down a picture of a tall woman with short, spiky blonde hair, wearing a leather jacket and spiked choker, sneering at someone out of frame.

“Huh,” said Ted, peering closely between the images. He could feel Beard’s gaze on him, and looked up to meet the man’s eyes. “So, which one’s her real name?”

Beard’s mouth quirked up on the left side, which was the Beard-quivalent of raucous laughter. Ted took it as a win. Sure, Beard had been in the business longer than he had, but he knew when he was looking at three pictures of the same woman. It would take a little more work than that to trick him.

“No one knows for sure. Most recent, and most well-known, was Rebecca Mannion. Or Welton. She just got divorced.”

“Mannion?” Ted asked. “She used to be with ol’ Rupert over here?”

“You know Rupert Mannion?” Beard asked.

“Well, we never dated, if that’s what you’re asking,” Ted replied with a smile. “But the name just rang a bell. I remember Nate used to talk about working on his accounts when I went across the pond. That was a good kid.” Beard hummed. “She any good?”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t ask me that,” he said. “She was one of the best, before she got married the first time. But Rupert might be the last time. He’s not the most… upstanding of men.” Ted nodded understandingly. The type of fella he understood Rupert to be wasn’t ordinarily overly concerned with things such as morality. Or monogamy, for that matter.

“You think she’s back in?” 

“She’s already hit a couple marks. Right before we got to London, as Ms. Anya Graham and Lady Chalice,” Beard said, tapping the respective pictures. “Successfully. Sources say she’s on a job right now.”

“Sources?” asked Ted. Beard pulled one of his phones out - Ted never could tell the difference between them, but the man had at least seven - and brought something up, sliding it across the table to Ted.

“The CCTV footage,” he said. True enough, the video on the screen showed Ms. Rebecca - dressed in the leather getup shown in the picture of Jordan Kelly - in the midst of an intense conversation.

“When were you thinking we should talk to her?” Ted asked.

“Tomorrow morning, at 6:30 AM, she’ll go to a very specific coffee shop in Central London. We’ll say hi, introduce ourselves, and give her the rundown.”

“And by ‘we’ll say hi’, you mean I’ll say hi and you will watch from a few yards away.”

“Precisely,” said Beard. “But they say metres here.”

“Right, right,” said Ted. “Meters. It’s spelled weird, too, right?”

“T-R-E, not T-E-R,” Beard replied, not missing a beat.

“Hoo, boy, England is gonna be a challenge!” Ted said with a grin.

“But we love challenges,” Beard reminded him.

“Everything worth doing is a challenge, ain’t it?”

AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

wHERE do i start?

I mean, Rebecca in a choker with spiky hair and a leather jacket. I'll start there. That's. This makes me happy. This makes me so happy.

"Well we never dated" <- Ted I cannot even with you and I can hear him in my head this is so-

"They say metres here" that's my Beard!

And Mae! Mae from the get-go!

The banter!

The antics!

I LOVE IIIIIIT

[fictional-reylin]

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ Tricked into being his

Warnings: mention of : burglaries; gun; jail; cops. Shigaraki kills someone with his quirk.

Word Count: 1,374

Author's Notes: Shigaraki one-shot cause first of all, I'M A SIMP FOR THIS MAN, second of all, I started re-watching The Rookie and I need to get it out of my system.

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As the sun rose in the sky, painting it in beautiful hues of orange, you walked up to the door of your flat, ready to take your keys out, when you noticed the door was unlocked. Thanks to your quirk, you always managed to enter everywhere without much trouble. Little downside to that, burglaries were far too common in your life, so you swiftly took out your gun out of your jacket, ready for defence.

As soon as you got in, you were greeted with a rather familiar face, and your body instantly relaxed. Putting the gun back in its place, and throwing your belongings wherever they landed, you sighed as you walked over to the old man currently sitting on your couch.

“Enjoying my tea, Giran ?”

You greeted him, eyes lazily scanning the area that he was sitting in for any damages or changes. The old man smiled at you; his demeanour completely calm, as expected from how many times he came to you asking for favours, almost like you were his long-life friend and not a hostage turned business partner in the past year that you two met.

“Ah, my favourite pass key ! I thought I’d find you home this early, it was pretty upsetting to not see you.”

“You never come to me” You walked around your flat cleaning the mess that he made, mostly in your kitchen. His chatter entered from one side of her ear and exited from the other, finding the amount of used tea bags in your rubbish more interesting. That is, until he got up, lighting up his cigar, a common habit that he developed before talking business.

“I have an idea of a potential recruit for the league of villains… Problem is, he’s in jail.”

“And you need me to get him out” You finish, pressing your lips together as you close your eyes to think about it. Being used for stealing equipment or money ? Piece of cake, you have done it since the first time he pointed a gun at you. Getting someone out of jail, with cops all around the station, that was absolutely not fair of him to ask of you.

“Why can’t they take him out themselves ? Pretty sure they’re not against killing to get what they want.”

“They want to stay low-key for the moment, they just lost their hideout you know, and with the symbol of peace now gone everyone is on high alert”

You tapped your foot on the ground, looking at the pros and cons of accepting. You could either get some money out of this, or you could get arrested for trying to get someone out. Finally, you let out a sigh. Screw the cons, your quirk could get you out of Tartarus, and you were currently short on money.

“Fine. But I’m not going in by myself.”

“Weren’t going to. Shigaraki wants to greet his new ally in person. I’ll send you the info later.”

And just like that, you were left alone again. You felt a sweat run down your forehead as you headed to the shower. This was going to be a long day for you, and you were not excited about it in the slightest. You managed to stay under the radar for the past year, working only for Giran and being extremely cautious. Doing something for the league was most likely going to put your innocent civilian facade in jeopardy.

Standing a bit further from the police station, you waited for Shigaraki to appear, looking at your watch. Eventually, he appeared in your line of sight, walking towards you and having only a mask as a cover. Uncrossing your arms, you walked over to him, holding eye contact as you spoke.

“You seriously only wearing a mask ? That doesn’t really hide you that well.”

“Only because you were looking for me. People are too self-absorbed.”

He walked off towards the police station, not letting you put in another word. You rolled your eyes before eventually following after him. You two stopped in front of the entrance, you looked through the small windows on the door, counting the number of cops that were in. Too many for any criminal’s taste, especially since you were accompanied by a major criminal.

“Come on. Get in and give me a show.”

You snapped your head towards him, giving him a glare, but he just held your gaze. You were pissed, but not to the point where you would risk getting dusted. Taking a deep breath, you stepped into the police station, looking around before spotting where they kept their criminals. No uniform, no entry, so you had to play mind games with the ones that looked the naivest. You stood close to the cells where a man spotted you, asking why you were here.

“I was being processed, and then the cop was called for”

“And you didn’t run ?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You want me to ruin my life by running away from cops when I could just be released later without trouble ?”

With a shrug of his shoulders, he escorted you to the cell where the future recruit was kept. You told him what was going on, and he just nodded along, happy to get out. And thanks to your quirk, the officer that was keeping watch got distracted and the door to your cell was unlocked. The both of you got out, swiftly passing through the station before walking out and joining Shigaraki outside. He seemed, almost, impressed with how easily it was for you to take out the recruit. But as soon as the three of you were out of sight, you watched as the man became nothing but dust. Your pupils dilated as fear overcame you, but he grabbed your wrist with four fingers before your fight or flight response could kick in.

“Why the hell did you-”

“This guy… was just some F-Rank villain that would’ve served me for one mission. As a distraction at most, you, on the other hand…”

Now it all made sense why Giran figured out where you lived, why he asked you this weird, out of the ordinary mission, why Shigaraki of all people wanted to supervise. You weren’t going to save any recruit; you are the new recruit.

“So, are you accepting, or do you miss having death threatening you at every step ?”

He threatened you with a voice so cheery you would’ve thought he was asking you on a date. And frankly, with the kind of life that you had for the past year, this was the closest that you would get to a date. So, you just accepted the offer and as the two of you went to the current hideout that the League was using. He seemed way too watchful, to the point where it seemed he wanted to engrave your face into his mind.

“The hell you’re starin’ at ?”

“You’re pretty”

Your mouth opened automatically at that. That was the last thing that you expected to come out of this guy’s mouth, and yet it did.

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or worried”

“Not my fault, you turned your back to me. And your ass…”

Yeah, that’s it, that was the last straw of your patience. Without much thinking, you pushed him to the nearest wall, caging him between your hands. The bastard had the audacity to smile at you, and that just made you even more willing to punch him. And fuck did he look creepy while he smiled.

“You look like a walking corpse dude. Ever hear of skincare care, or at least hydration ?”

“You can start with my lips if you want”

You let out a dry chuckle, it was bad enough that he was offering, even worst that it was tempting. You had to admit, you were desperate and being a criminal didn’t really give you the kind of action that you wanted in life. Plus, you had so somehow bond with your new boss, even if it was through smashing your lips on his while desperately pulling him to come closer. You felt every inch of his body on yours, and whispered curses each time you shortly separated for breath.

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alpha: Champion of Kirkwall

“I’m an older brother to twins. I’ve learned from the best how to ignore someone trying to get on my nerves.”

Cyrus “Crabapple” Hawke Champion of Kirkwall. Primarily Blue

Male. He/Him/His. Panromantic, demisexual. 13 Bloomington, 9:10 Dragon. Lothering, Ferelden. Mage; Primal and Force magic.

Eyes: Light blue. Narrow, hooded. Looks perpetually skeptical. Hair: Very pale blond, but more gold than white. Smooth, slightly wavy, just past his shoulders. Usually pulled back, though he’s not fussed about how. If it’s down, he spends most of his time pushing it out of his face. Skin: Typically pale, but tans relatively easily. Gets freckles easily. Height: 5'9". Build: Average height, stocky, with well built arms and shoulders. Generally looks like he can deck someone pretty solidly in the face. Notable Details: Electrical scars up his arms. Very prominent bump on the bridge of his nose. Scar through his right eyebrow. Voice: Standard male Hawke voice.

Positive Traits: Kind to a fault, general grumpiness aside; he likes to help and to give what he can, and he likes to keep people safe and happy and tended to. Patient, even if he’s grumpy; it takes a while before his default grumpiness turns into actual anger. Modest and willing to take input; he knows he’s not the top of every class, and accordingly he’s willing to take advice. Decisive; it typically doesn’t take him long to pro and con a situation and decide on a course of action, and he’s not prone to waffling once he’s made his decision. Team player, good at cooperating; he doesn’t necessarily need to be in charge, even if that’s how it frequently works out, and he’s happy to defer to someone else when that would be best. Negative Traits: Irritable and grumpy, and is typically always some level of exasperated, like he’s just assuming the situation is going to turn weird; Varric calls him Crabapple for a reason. Strict, even when it’s not required; it’s more of a knee-jerk reaction carried over from the fact that Kirkwall is a deathtrap, and he’s duly chastened when called on it, but it happens again regardless. Overly blunt, to the point of being tactless; it’s not even an ignorant thing, since he’s generally aware that what he’s saying is not the most polite option, but he wants what he thinks to be known anyway. Neutral Traits: Ambivert. Deadpan. Dryly snarky. Agreeable to most things that don’t sound bat shit crazy. Casual and not too fussed about ceremony or formality. Gets a bit scatterbrained when it’s quiet. Gets a little theatrical at times. Optimist vs. Pessimist: Optimistic, albeit cautiously so; attempts to be a realist. Quirks: Prone to nonsequiturs. Likes having company, but doesn’t always want to talk to his company. Prefers a day to be structured, which probably contributes to his grumpiness.

Religion: Agnostic and uninterested. Likes: Dogs. Kids. Music. Dance. Finding new and bizarre uses for magic. Savory-sweet combos. Coffee. Mead. The night sky. Heavy storms. The rare chance to see a good landslide. Dislikes: Templars. People who are very insistent that The Circle Is Good Actually. Being underground. Most authority figures, until they prove themselves. Being hurled into the limelight. Getting caught in heavy storms or a good landslide. Being preached at. Favorite Colors: Electric blue. Grey-blue. Crimson red. Electric yellow. Hobbies: Finding unconventional magic uses. Can play the piano. Cooking. Dog-training. Helps in the clinic. Somehow winds up babysitting most of the children in Lowtown even once he lives in Hightown.

Family: Malcolm Hawke (father, deceased). Leandra Hawke (mother, deceased). Carver Hawke (brother). Bethany Hawke (sister, deceased). Gamlen (uncle). Dog: Decker. Romance: Anders. Friends: Fenris. Merrill. Aveline. Varric. Carver. Note: He’s a little embarrassed to admit that Sebastian always made him a little uncomfortable, what with his utmost faith in the Chantry and the Circle and Cyrus’s greatest fear being getting thrown into the Circle. *everything in this sectioncan of course be tweaked or disregarded entirely for specific threads, if you’d rather.

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a-z SFW prompt | b.floyd

synopsis: the SFW alphabet for bob floyd

note: two posts in one day, who is she?? here's some soft bob for all the bob peeps!! this was cowritten and is dedicated to @callsignbob my wife for life and the biggest bob girl you'll ever meet !! likes, comments, & reblogs are always appreciate. enjoy !!xx

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Bob is the most affectionate man on the planet. He has a quirk that requires him to be touching you at all times no matter what. Even if it’s just a small pinky finger resting on your thigh -it’s enough. He’s an anxious individual, that’s for sure. He relies on you to help keep him grounded. He has more of a ‘classic’ mindset. He’s opening up doors, having you stand on the opposite side of the sidewalk so you’re not near the street, and he sleeps closest to the door in case of intruders. You and your happiness are at the forefront of his mind every day.

He’s also a note writer. He leaves a post-it on his pillow as he leaves for work in the early mornings. ‘Be back for dinner, have a good day gorgeous. I love you! -Bob’. He’s always signing his name as if you don’t know who wrote the note. On special occasions he’ll write a longer love letter that perfectly describes the feelings he can’t say.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Bob was too nervous to share his feelings for a long time. You ran into him at the coffee machine and decided to introduce yourself. He was immediately enamored, but couldn’t really get the words out. He managed to squeak out his name before hurriedly making his way back to his desk. You found him absolutely adorable. 

He was always the person that you could go to with your problems. You would ask him if he would like to have lunch, which he always would. You would then go on a tangent of something that was bugging the heck out of you. He listened intently and gave you the most sound advice you had ever heard. He even check in later that day to see how it went. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He’s the cuddliest boyfriend in the world. He’ll come home, looking tired, and just plop himself in your lap so he can compress. He’ll let out a long sigh and a soft ‘play with my hair please”. Pressure is also something that calms him down, so he particularly enjoys you laying on top of him on the couch, letting your heart beat against his. It’s almost like his own personal guided meditation. The tickle of your hair on his nose and body curled atop his lulls him to sleep every time.

Before bed he faces you as you lie together, talking about things to do the next day and double checking commitments you’re supposed to attend that week. He looks at you with such dreamy eyes you’re practically melting. You watch as his nose twitches as he begins to fall asleep and you have to convince him to just go to sleep.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Dear God does Bob want the white picket fence lifestyle. He pretty much knew after the second date that you were someone he wanted to keep around for a very long time. He would daydream of the beautiful house the two of you would own, matching cars, and even children. Bob would walk around as if he were on cloud nine. Phoenix had to constantly elbow him before missions to get him back to reality. She was also the one person who had to hear about you constantly. “Y/N this, Y/N that.” It got to the point where she had to sit him down and say “Bob, just propose already.” He ran to the jewelry store that afternoon.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

The man would be an absolute mess. He would’ve lost days of sleep just contemplating how to say it or what to do. This was not a situation that he took lightly. He made a very detailed pros and cons list. If the cons outweigh the pros he would instantly crumble.He would have tears streaming down his face as he apologized  for what seemed like hours. Although, Bob would be that ex that always stays around in a positive way. He would still text you happy birthday, or congratulations, if something important happened. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Let’s dive deep into Bob and his proposal. 

For your first date he had taken you to a local diner that had a Southern quality that reminded him of home. It was a random place that he had found when he felt adventurous and homesick one day. It meant a lot to him, and he knew that you would understand the sentiment. He was so nervous to take you there, hoping you wouldn’t turn away. It ended up being the best first date he’d ever been on.

So, he takes you back. He claims it’s just a chance to get out of the house and have a date night. You have absolutely no idea of what he had planned. While you were getting dressed, he had called up the joint, speaking to the waitress that was always working. She was a lovely older woman who had taken kindly to the two of you. The plan was: once the check comes she puts on ‘Wouldn’t It Be Nice’ by the Beach Boys on the jukebox.

Dinner and dessert came and went and you were feeling great. When the check came, Bob didn’t go for it like he usually did. Normally, he would snatch it in an instant so you couldn’t see how much you spent and he would take care of it. Instead, he slid it in your direction. Odd, you thought. Upon opening the booklet you saw a diamond ring placed where the check should be. You look up to see Bob wide eyed and beaming. Who could say no to that face?

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s the softest, gentlest man alive. He caresses you as if you’re made of glass. His touch is so light on your face. He holds you like he’s holding a piece of art from the Louvre. Yet, every touch sends an electric shock through your nerves and your head get a bit dizzy. He’s also incredibly soft spoken. If an issue arises he’s the first to say he wants to talk and he sits you down at the kitchen table to fix it. 

“This happened the other day and honestly I didn’t feel great,” he would state. “I would appreciate it if we could fix that, please.” He wears his emotions on his sleeve. You never have to ask how he is feeling. Whether it’s good, or bad, he’s talkative and upfront about how he feels. It’s something that you really appreciate and it keeps the relationship healthy.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Bob’s a hugger. Before he leaves for work he makes sure to pull you into a tight embrace, with a kiss to your hair, and take a minute just to hold you. That imprint of a hug keeps him warm and happy until he gets back home. When you’re resting on the couch at the end of a long day he likes to have you in his lap, running his fingers through your hair and down you legs as he watches the evening news. 

When at the bar together he keeps a soft arm around your waist, resting you against him as he sits at the bar stool. His fingers play with your belt loops as he laughs at the boys playing pool. If a slow song comes on he likes to hold you from behind and gently sway about the beat.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It was another moment of Bob’s word vomit. It was several months of being together when he had an epiphany during the night. He tossed and turned wondering if he should be the first to say it. He had to. He had to get that off his chest before it gave him a heart attack. You had invited him over to cook him a nice dinner. He seemed off that night, knee constantly bouncing and sweat beading at his hairline. You weren’t sure if he didn’t like the food, or what the issue may be. 

You sat across from him, nursing the drink in your hand. Out of the blue Bob pulled out a pack of Post-It notes and began scribbling. You quirked an eyebrow at the scene, having absolutely no idea what was going on. As he put his pen down, he silently pushed the note over to you. In red ink read the words ‘I’m hopelessly in love with you”. You stifled a cough out of surprise as you told him, “I’m hopelessly in love with you too.” It was the first of many notes to be received from him.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s not too jealous. It’s more insecurity than anything. He’ll watch as Hangman tries to chat you up and wonder if you may be better off with him instead. There’s a constant fear in his head that he’s not doing enough, that he’s not like the other guys on the squad. It’s the one part he’s terrible communicating on. You’re practically pulling teeth to get it out of him. He’s quiet the rest of the night and has a hard time keeping eye contact. After a few questions of ‘what’s wrong’ or ‘what happened’, you’re finally piecing together what happened. He apologizes profusely until you reassure him that absolutely nothing and no one would take you away.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Bob has the softest lips on the planet. There’s not a single part of your skin that doesn’t crave the feeling of his lips. He’s always peppering them on your shoulders as he’s behind you, swaying to an imaginary beat as you cook dinner or fold laundry. He’s placing kisses to your hair as you rest in his nap as he reads - taking a pause after every page.

He places chaste kisses to your lips in the middle of a sentence because he’s been staring at your lips for the last ten minutes. He’s waking you up with soft pecks to your nose as he watches it crinkle in reaction. He’s giving you a forehead kiss as you’re at the bar, for no other reason than to just kiss you. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Children are easier than adults. He has no problem jumping into kid mode. He’ll play soccer with a young boy at the park that asked him to play. He’s teaching him how to properly kick and score goals. He’ll have a conversation with a little girl that randomly came up to him to say hi. “Hi, I’m Bob! What’s your name?” “You’re four?! Wow that’s so cool!” “What’s your favorite color?” You nearly burst into tears watching him carry on a conversation.

He’ll smile and coo at a baby that stares him down while grocery shopping. “Hi!” he beams as the child produces a gummy smile. He can’t wait to have kids of his own. He’ll daydream about what your future kids will look like and what names you may give them. He may already have a few names picked out. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Bob wakes up early on purpose. He likes to sneak out of bed, making a cup of tea or coffee and breakfast, and surprise you with breakfast in bed. Except it’s not really a surprise when he does it every day. He’ll get dressed for his off day as you eat your breakfast, asking your opinion on how it looks or if he chose the right color. 

You happily watch his fashion show as he second guesses his button down and decides on a t-shirt instead. He’ll take the tray from you and run downstairs to clean it up. He’s back again before you can blink and diving head first into the bed for a kiss. He gives you an itinerary of his day and offers for you to tag along if you wish. He’ll send you a text of his location so you don’t have to worry and then he’s off, probably being bullied by Rooster.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

It’s 9:00 pm. You’ve decided to retire to your room with your fiance for bed. As the two of you change into sleepwear, Bob pulls out two custom robes that he had made. They’re both a soft and fluffy white with your initials embroidered into the pocket. Where your usual last initial would be now sits an ‘F’. It may be the sweetest gift you’ve ever received. Bob helps you put it on as he ties the belt for you. He’s practically beaming.

The two of you enter your shared bathroom, placing roots at the sink to do skincare and brush your teeth. The room is silent save for the sound of toothbrushes cleaning teeth. You steal glances in the mirror, both too sheepish to say much. His cheeks and nose are glowing red, something that happens when he’s reached the height of happiness. 

From the bathroom you make your way to the bed, Bob already has your side covers pulled down so you can easily slip in. The two of you open your night reading, lamps providing the only light in the room. You read in comfortable silence until your eyes begin to grow heavy. The book is too good to put down, so you slide it over to your fiance, silently asking him to read aloud. Your head rests on his lap as you’re lulled into sleep by the sound of his voice.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Bob says everything all at once, all of the time. He’s a great conversationalist, always finding a new topic to talk about when the other has run its course. You spent most of your first date talking about all of the basic topics: where you’re from, why you moved here, what you do for work. It was simple and easy flowing conversations. Although he didn’t fully up about serious topics.

That happens in baby steps. He’ll slowly reveal a serious topic, but once he’s started he can’t stop. He’ll spiral into a long winded story about something that happened in his life that made him who he is today. You hang on to every word, mentally taking notes. You always love hearing the sound of his voice and always offer to let him tell you the next story.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Bob doesn’t get mad. He’s the most slow to anger person you’ve ever met. You once accidentally broke his electric razor and fully expected a lecture. Instead, he reminded you that it can be easily replaced and he ordered another one on Amazon without another word about it. It doesn’t matter what happens, he’ll talk about it and solve it. He doesn’t believe much happens with fists. He’s very much a pacifist. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers every single tiny little detail. He knows how you like your eggs, what milk you prefer in your coffee, even the type of records you collect. His calendar is filled with important dates including your birthday and anniversary. He has a scheduled delivery of your favorite flowers every week. He constantly keeps your toiletries stocked up so that you never run out. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The day you moved in was a bright and gorgeous Tuesday. He had spent the previous week deep cleaning the house and making sure you had all the space you could possibly need. Half of his closet and an entire dresser was prepared for your clothes, the skin cleared for your products, and the living room couch ready for your decorative pillows and blankets.

He hated being apart from you. Having you to himself every day was an absolute dream come true. Bob was practically skipping bringing your boxes in. He gave you the time and space you needed to be comfortable and constantly reminded you that this was now your home too and you could decorate however you wanted. 

The first night together in a shared bed in your now shared home was eventful. Bob let out all of his loving emotions and continued it into the early morning. From then on he was always bright and cheery at work every single morning.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

When it comes to physical security, Bob is the best. Every night he makes a routine of checking windows, locking doors, and setting the alarm system. He would never forgive himself if something happened to you - especially in your home. You wait in bed for him to come back, asking a quick “all good?” and he replies with “house is secured”. You never thought that such a phrase could hold such meaning to you.

No matter how anxious he can be, when a situation arises he is the first to step up. Anxiety flies out the window and all he is concerned about is protecting you. He would square up with the tallest man in the world if it meant keeping you safe. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Every anniversary, birthday, or date night is extravagant. He’ll spend months planning for your big day and doing things he knows you’ll love to do. All he wants in return is to see that beaming smile on your face. He thinks you’re the most deserving of love and happiness, and there is no expense that would limit that. 

Even on the daily, he makes sure to do something for you, whether that’s folding your laundry if you’re feeling too tired, making you a smoothie while you read, or turning up the heat if he sees you shiver.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Not necessarily ugly, but he does tend to get highly anxious and insecure easily. There may be days where you have to cancel plans because he’s feeling ‘under the weather’. He would beg you to still go, but you couldn’t leave him there alone wrapped under a million blankets in bed. He just needs to hear your reassurance that he’s doing a good job and that he’s a good boyfriend.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s the least concerned about his looks. Of course he may point out some under eye bags or a stress pimple, but that’s really all he notices. He doesn’t take time to look at himself in the mirror or do his hair. He just throws on his classes, combs his hair, and he’s good. He’s never really seen the point in spending lots of time on his appearance. He loves to make fun of Rooster every time he catches him staring at himself in a mirror.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Bob can’t survive without you. You’ve taken over every part of his life. When you’re gone he’s curled up with your pillow and sweatshirt, taking in the scent of your lotion and perfume that still remains. He’s texting you, asking how you’re doing and how your day was. He loves to see you off having adventures with loved ones, he loves looking at all of the pictures that you send back.

He’ll spend his time moping around, a pout permanently on his face. Phoenix does her best to cheer him up, but nothing works. The only thing that can remove the dark cloud from his head is your return. He engulfs you like he hasn’t seen you in months. It was only a long weekend. He refuses to let you, following you around so you aren’t away from him again. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Bob’s a dancer. If it’s a sunny Saturday with nothing to do he’ll play some music on his speakers and whisk you around the house. He would never be caught dead dancing in public, but he feels comfortable around you. He’ll attempt some Tiktok dance that he saw while scrolling one day. It’s a sight to see as he’s pretty uncoordinated in the dance department. It’s endearing nonetheless.

Late at night, unable to sleep, he’ll play a soft classic song, one from the 50’s or 60’s, and ask if you’d like the dance. The entire house is dark, save for the few candles that are burning in your bedroom. The scent of lavender and the feeling of being in Bob’s arms is enough to make you feel as if you’re dreaming. He sways you side to side, spins you around, late into the night.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He can’t be with someone that’s rude. Bob is sunshine in human form. He’s kind and generous to every single person that he meets. He could never put up with someone who is rude to others. You don’t have to be the nicest person in the world, but there’s a certain line of negativity that he refuses to let be crossed. If you’re rude to waiters, workers, or anyone in general he will quickly give a spiel before saying he just couldn’t do this anymore.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He’s a sleep talker. Occasionally you’ll hear a few random words escape the mouth of the man sleeping next to you. You’ll roll over to see if he’s awake, only meeting a Bob lost in dream land. “No, that’s not the bathroom,” he would snore out. You managed to muffle your giggles as you listened to the rest of his imaginary conversation. Randomly the talking would stop, but you would make a memo of all that was said so you could ask him the next morning. Of course he found this embarrassing, and his face would light up red as a strawberry.