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tunnelsnacks · 1 day

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Deacon head canons from my old blog be upon ye!

The UP Deathclaws were never real...the L&L gang is though

“He’s sharp as a whip, feisty in the field and extraordinarily cautious with his actions and even more careful with his words”

Deacon’s favorite color is green, hazel green

If he had a character theme it would be Deacon Waltz by Christian Sedelmyer and Jerry Douglas (The name’s just a coincidence)

A very very light sleeper, before Wanderer he would only sleep for around 3 hours peppered throughout the day

It always takes him an hour to fall asleep, even after he & Wanderer start ‘their you sleep and I’ll watch over you’ deal

He’s not religious, but he still prays

Before Wanderer he’d have, what my old therapist calls, micro-bursts of stage three sleep without realizing it (REM sleep) people can do this while looking and cting completely awake, which is why Carrington doesn’t take him serious in meetings... he looked like he’s not paying attention but nada, the man’s brain was just shutting down a little bit

Because of the lack of sleep he got for so long, Deacon disassociates between himself & his body constantly. At times careless with himself...cracking jokes & laughing in dangerous situations... his brain was teetering the line between being asleep and awake so often he couldn’t tell the difference. (sleep deprivation makes you feel unstoppable...cocky even)

Another thing he lost as a result of Wanderer was being able to sleep standing up, because his body doesn’t need to take over for his mind anymore

Smells faintly of cigarette smoke (mainly because of Dez) and basil and something else that can’t really be placed

He fell in love with a school teacher once, she was the one that taught him how to read

Can write/read French but oh god pronounces every letter like how they sound in English... so he sticks to writing messages to himself that most people think are ramblings of a child when/if found

October is his favorite month... June makes him ache

If he’s not at Wanderer’s side or on his own op, he’ll be at the Church... but after Tea Party? He settles on the couch in Wanderer and Shaun’s home until she convinces him to just move in, they’ve slept in the same room for so long at this point but he can’t fathom having a home again. It’s a hard adjustment

If you look of the definition of a ginger you’d find a picture of him at age 14, the freckles keep coming back no matter how many times he gets them removed

You know how you can catch him spying on you in the settlements? Yeah, he wanted you to see him... but not near 111 or a few other places

He’s the person in the Third Rail that points Wanderer to MacCready before they meet, he can’t have her traveling alone like that when she still so green to the world

In codes, D is for Desdemona and d is for Deacon

If not written, agents that are high enough to know their names say Big D and Little D (Dez hates it but he thinks it’s cute, if not clever)

He tenses ever so slightly when he hears the name John/Johnathan

Holds tension in his jaw like no one else, it’s a wonder his teeth haven’t shattered

Hates the taste of coffee but constantly drinks it

Was a hell of a swing dancer in his youth, now he likes slow dancing though that wasn’t discovered until Wanderer showed up

He’s 37 at the youngest and 45 at the oldest

When he left the gang at 19, they shattered every bone in his left hand & wrist, it aches when it rains

Hides his eyes because they were her favorite part of him, the one thing he can’t change ironically, also the sleep thing. He can’t let people know how tired he is all the time

He was born in Rivet City and his mother was a hairdresser, father a drunkard of a city security officer

His ma taught him how to French braid hair

His last name is Deacon. Baby Shaun is the only one who knows that though... Shaun said “Hey Mr. Deacon” & he said “Hey Mr. Hale” (Wanderer’s last name) & Shaun being the clever kiddo he is, cocked his head to the side connecting some dots cause if his first name was Deacon why would he respond with Shaun’s last one?)

Absolutely fascinated with the old world, collects information and fun facts about that time forgotten which Wanderer feeds into

His favorite thing Wanderer tells him about/teaches him is the proper pronunciation of some words and how to spell others

The man has always had a temper, got it from his dad, he works very hard to keep it under control (I can think of a few pieces of dialogue where he’s talking through gritted teeth, anger threatening to boil over)

At first, he was only by Wanderer’s side so nobody could pull her away from the Railroad - he knows what a game changer she is... but they work so well together and she plays along with his tall tales so often that after a while he forgot about the first part

A terrifyingly good shot, better than MacCready and he’s doing it with sunglasses on

He 100% is John D, the terminal entry where Pinky(?) says a runner was the sole survivor and then immediately tried to get people to go back for documents?? A classic Deacon move

Only smokes in HQ (I’ve actually only seen his idle animation of that in the church and at Mercer) unless he’s in a role or somewhere where Wanderer is comfortable... or is extremely stressed out

He hates Hancock, well not hate- but he’s not on the Christmas card list

Deacon knew Shaun was taken 60 years before Wanderer woke up. He knew and he didn’t tell her and it is the secret he hopes she never finds out

Dee’s gotta special soft spot for Tinker Tom, loves him like a crazy brother

His sniper rifle is named Church Bell, lovingly crafted by Tinker

Not sure how he feels about gen 1’s and 2’s, especially after knowing Nicky V but... if he’s gotta do it

Exclusively refers to Nick Valentine as Nicky V

He knows Preston Garvey has a fat ass crush on Wanderer but has neglected to tell her this little fun fact

Tries to shave his head nearly every morning, when he’s with Wanderer he does so when it’s his turn on watch and she’s asleep

The Railroad is his family, they mean so much but of course he’s always kept everyone distant after what happened with Agamemnon

Deacon has been with the railroad between 14 and 20 years

He genuinely doesn’t like Carrington but he’s not going to avoid going to him if he’s hurt of course

His hands are always warm, which is great cause Wand’s are always cold (being frozen for 210 years will do that to a gal)

Do I need to go into the heights thing??? He hates tagging along to set up MILAs but he’ll be damned if he lets his best friend fall off a roof again

He picked the name; Wanderer (don’t get me started on Project Wanderer and Dez’s “it seems fitting” I’ll rant for so long guys)

Doesn’t like sweet foods but fancy lads is a whole other topic

Open spaces stress him out, too much he can’t see

Non-binary but uses he/him pronouns

Doesn’t drink more than a beer or two, but has an unsettling high tolerance

He won’t ever instigate a relationship beyond what he and Wanderer have, as his va Ryan Alosio put it in an interview, his heart’s been absolutely shattered and he can’t stand the thought of being the cause of someone he loves getting hurt because of him again. He loves her but he can’t

Before he got surgery for the first time, he looked like Ryan (the devs actually tweaked his design to resemble him) his original face looks close to what he has now, not that he remembers what that face looked like

#fallout #fallout 4 #deacon #deacon fallout 4 #i realized this was only on my old blog and hidden sorry to the person who sent me an ask looking for it xx

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conchoronzon · 1 day

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Is it possible when you have the chance can you do a stepdad vore stepson because wife wanted to get rid of old family with ex husband

Joe's bachelor party was supposed to be pretty simple. His brother, Gary, my future uncle, was the one who was planning all of it. A small group of us guys just hanging out at the hotel a couple of days before the wedding. Video games, beer, poker, tanning, steaks.

When my phone went off while at the pool, Joe splashed some water my way. He may have been a suave lawyer, but he was always a little playful. "That Grindr?"

And of course, that led the rest of the guys teasing me. Gary grabbed his speedo with a chuckle and said. "I ordered some women. Wouldn't have done that if I knew we had a cocksucker here."

"I'm not going to suck your cock, uncle," I said.

Joe grabbed me. "So he gets to be 'uncle' but you still won't call me 'dad,' huh? Little shit." We went under water.

That night, we were drinking beer in Joe's room. We were on our second round of Texas Hold 'Em. Porn played on one tv on silent - gay porn, a sort of "first person to get hard has to suck everyone's cock thing, no doubt more teasing aimed at me. On another, some violent action flick I'd never seen played. The effects were outdated. My vision was getting a bit blurry. My eyes were heavy. Why was I so tired?

"You okay, bud?" Joe asked, and then I passed out.

When I cam too, groggy and blinking away the blurry lights, my head was pounding. My limbs were stiff and heavy. My breaths were small, but it wasn't like it was hard to breathe. Everything was cool and sticky. Gary was grinning down at me. He was naked. "He's awake," he called. The rest of the guys cheered.

I was on the table. The guys were over by the TV. They were all naked, including Joe. God he was handsome. Nice thick cock, too. What was I thinking? That was gross. Shit. Were they making good on the whole "having a cocksucker around" thing?

Joe made his way to the head of the table or, rather, where my head was. His heavy balls pressed down against my forehead. They were so warm. "Too bad you didn't want to call me daddy while choking on my dick, kid," he said. He called me that when he wanted to piss me off. I'd just graduated college. I was a grown-ass man. Him being a prick like that sometimes was why I refused to call him dad. Not to mention, he still wouldn't be my step-father for a few more days.

He ground his balls against my face, then pulled away and leaned over me with a wicked grin. "If you had, I probably would've kept you around. But your mom wants a family of our own, and if you don't want to be my pet, then..."

His jaw unhinged like some creature from a horror movie. My slow heart stopped for a moment. When it came back too, the world was dark and wet. His tongue pulsed beneath my head. His teeth gently scraped over my back. Slick, wet sounds, swallowing sounds, filled my ears as I slipped further... inside my mouth.

Joe was eating me.

My head dangled over the abyss of his throat. Outside, the guys cheered him on. Someone was rubbing their cock between my feet. Others were engaging my hands.

A slight, impossible light filled his throat. Saliva spilled down the pink walls of his throat. "Stop," I whispered. I didn't have the energy to scream. Then I was falling head first down the cavern. It pressed tight against my flesh and, shameful though it was to admit, it felt amazing. I was hard and leaking by the time my cock slid into Joe's mouth. His tongue slipped between my cheeks and prodded at my hole.

Almost as if it were a last breath, I moaned louder than I had in my entire life. It was a plea, though what for I couldn't tell. To cum? To get fucked by future dad? For him to finish eating me?

When my feet passed between his lips, they were covered in the cum of his brother and buddies. I curled up in the tight, warm, slightly smelly embrace of Joe's stomach. He belched, and the sound rattled my brain. I went dizzy.

"Looks like I'm pregnant with you now," Joe said. "Gonna call me dad now that I'm pregnant with you?" Of course he was teasing me. He never refused a chance for that.

"What did you do?" i asked.

"I ate you. And now I'm gonna turn you into a big steaming pile, you piece of shit," he laughed. "You want to be my shit?"

The warmth was starting to sting my skin and the inside of my mouth and nostrils. "I don't want... to be shit, daddy," I pleaded.

"Lesson learned: never turn down daddy."

I woke in a sweat, my dad's thick, hairy arms wrapped around me. We were naked in his bed. We started sleeping like this on my 21st. I drank with him for the first time and started crying about mom's death. He cried too. One thing led to another, and he ended up pounding my ass like a beast.

It was a dream. It was just a dream... but...

"What's wrong?" Dad asked, snuggling into my neck.

"I had a dream you ate me," I said.

Dad pulled me tighter against him. When he whispered, there was a growl. Something hungry. "Did you remember being daddy's shit? Getting flushed down the toilet? How you kept begging me not to digest you? You told me I'd get to fuck you all I want." His cock hardened against my ass. "You know... It might be time for me to put my boy back in his place." His big hand grabbed my cock. "Steal all your youth while you melt away into a big meaty soup in my gut. Maybe next time you'll remember sooner. Beg me to eat you." He licked my ear. "Wanna test it out, baby? No promises I'll let you out."

Despite the pounding of me heart, I nodded. "Yes, daddy."

#my writing #family vore #gay vore #male vore #father son #asks

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thegreymoon · 2 days

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The Story of Minglan

There is no chance I will finish this episode tonight because tomorrow is a work day and I must sleep, but I was PROMISED a scene with Madam Zhang and Minglan just now and I have no self-control 😔

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Aww, cutiepie 🖤

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NOOOOO, GU TINGYE TURNED HIM INTO LUNCH 😭

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LMAO, idiot, you are sitting alone in the middle of the forest right in his line of sight and he's obviously looking for you.

What do you think looking away is going to do?

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Congratulations on the baby but condolences on having to fuck your worthless husband to get there 😔

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OH MY GOD.

KILL ALL MEN.

OK, Tingye, Changbai and Shitou can stay, but to the dumpster with the rest of them.

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LMAO, drag him, Changbai.

I also feel like he is making problems where there shouldn't be any.

Just get rid of the damn concubine yourself, OMG, and continue fucking your legitimate wife in peace.

But no, he wants the dramatics.

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LMAOOOOO, GIRL, HE IS YOUR HUSBAND!! 😅😅

I AM THINKING HE IS GOING TO BE A DIRECT PARTICIPANT!

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They are not being subtle at all, lol 🤣🤣

We get it, okay, a baby is coming to the Gu family!

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Oh, fuck off.

It's about time somebody told you to shut up.

And the worst thing is, there is no point to her ugly scheming and backstabbing. Her son is useless and can't function on any level, what is he going to do with a noble title even if he was to inherit it? He would run the entire family into the ground within a few years. If she just quit even now, both she and her son and all their descendants could live in wealth and splendour for who knows how long, but no. She is rotten to the core and just can't help herself.

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He is Sheng Hong the Second.

So weak and self-serving. He doesn't deserve his magnificent wife.

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She's finally being honest and if he has any brains he should listen and reassure her.

The truth is, as a woman, she is so limited and reliant on his whims. How can she trust him? He is asking too much of her too soon.

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OMG, set your ego down for five minutes, please.

She's a smart woman, of course she is. She's just trying to survive.

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Oh, shut the fuck up.

Right now, he reminds me of those men who run around screaming, "There is no gender discrimination anymore! Men have it worse!"

He's usually so smart and now he's letting his insecurity get the better of him.

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Drag him, Minglan.

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Oh, ffs.

Is he seriously bringing this up again? I thought he was better than that.

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I don't know about her, but you are seriously starting to get on my nerves.

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She should have smacked him harder. WTF was that entire scene, in front of other people, no less.

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I'm so tired 😑😑

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LMFAO

Definitely my favourite couple here.

They should give me a drama with just Xiaotao and Shitou being up to no good and stupid in love. And make it a comedy.

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Aww, TGCF flashbacks 🦋🌹

Luckily, Hua Cheng is a ghost and therefore already dead, so life is already over and done with and the banquet can now truly be neverending with his immortal god of a husband.

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LMAO, yes, Tingye, when are you going back to your wife's room?

You're messing with his love life too because Xiaotao is now mad at you both 🤣🤣

I love them so much 🖤

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Empress Dowager gets on my very last nerve.

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Oh, ffs.

Haven't we all already agreed that you should shut up forever?

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Oh, Tingye 😔

At least this will (hopefully) buy you some pampering from Minglan.

#the story of minglan #tsoml spoilers #tsoml ep55

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ct-multifandom · 10 months

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I don’t usually make posts like this, but I’ve been seeing a lot of anti-intellectual junk lately, and I really think we need to put the word “pretentious” up on a shelf until people learn what it actually means.

It doesn’t describe someone who likes artsy-fartsy deep meaning media. People who are pretentious are fake. They’re posers trying to be sophisticated and unique, not like other girls. They pretend to only like stuff they think will make them sound cool when they talk about it. They want to act like they know something you don’t, and they want attention for it.

By definition, if you genuinely enjoy something, you can’t be pretentious. If it resonates with you, and you analyze it, and you don’t care what people think, that’s the polar opposite, actually. If you love obscure experimental prog music, if you watch underground high concept indie films through English teacher eyes, if you spend hours in a modern art museum reading each piece as a vessel for storytelling, if your backpack’s full of poetry books that inspire you, if you play underrated games that were someone’s passion project, if you have an interest in studying the classics or the masters, you are not pretentious.

Of course, some people just don’t like some stuff, and that’s fine, but that’s not what this is about. Don’t let anti-intellectuals shame you for enjoying things just because your interests are inaccessible to them, because they refuse to be brave and put effort into critical thinking. You’re not stuck up for refusing to overlook the craft of artists.

#anti intellectualism #media #movies #books #music #critical thinking #my friend who primarily listens to one very popular band once said that people who listen to obscure music are annoying and pretentious #which rubbed me the wrong way because 1 she knows that I listen to obscure music and 2 it’s such a cowardly consumerist take. anyone can #make music and hey a lot of the people who do make GOOD music. and this goes for all *obscure* media #this post was mostly inspired by people talking about Barbie and those anti pick me girls like the pick nobody girls who insist thinking is #for boys and having fun with an empty brain is for girls. Greta gerwig is an artist. I haven’t seen the movie yet but I know it has a deeper #message than haha cute pink! I’ve seen the summaries about the true meaning. the pinkness and popularity doesn’t negate the narritive.#though in the notes I saw a lot of tumblristas comunistas shitting on the film for being one big ad that people *fell for* which tbh is #tbh almost as anti-intellectual. don’t get me wrong they milked this film to sell hella shit but I don’t believe kids who play with dolls #are the target audience as these people claim. Barbie is a culturally iconic symbol almost archetypical of societal expectations for women #you say barbie people think unblinking perfect plastic pink girly. reminds me of the poem The Last Mojave Indian Barbie. yeah yeah you all #hate brands but this one carries undeniable significance and makes for a powerful literary device. it’s been used many times before #sorry for writing a tag essay about a film I haven’t even seen but I’m tired of internet people focusing so much on proving others wrong #that they end up oversimplifying everything just as much as the other person. god I saw people doing this to Nimona saying transphobes were #looking too deep into her character and they’re reactionary clowns for making that jump. like for once the transphobes are right. she is #trans. it’s a queer story. and irl the first people who notice queerness are the bigots who can tell you’re different. sick owns telling #them the story’s not that deep is harmful and it’s like they’re ignoring the real message on purpose. okay enough rambling hehe! thanks #barbie #nimona

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iknowwhereyousleepatnight · 6 months

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hey guys just doodling the guy again (i am booed offstage)

#death note #l lawliet #bright colors #eyestrain #my art #yeah it’s him again #went to actually draw something but like #eh #might as well draw this guy #i’m projecting my tiredness onto him but is it really projection if he’s also tired? i don’t think so #i would pay cash money to pass out for the next 24 hours dm me and i’ll give you my location and u can bonk me on the head w a bat #genuinely think the lack of sleep has been aggravating a lot of my issues i’ve been weirdly flipping between like #paranoia and weirdly happy and irrational anger and just deeply numb #which actually now that i think about it is exactly what happens every time i don’t sleep enough for long enough #methinks i should sleep more snork mimimi it makes my brain work better #god i want to sleep so bad rn #but i have to do laundry and make 2 pies for other people to consume tomorrow #i plan on decorating the crusts w dicks or smth bc i hate the people it’s going to and they are very conservative religious sorta vibes #but some people there would get a kick out of it (the good ones)#u know i was wondering if i really complain about being tired enough for those anons about sleep and y’know what #i really do #and i will forever #if i’m tired u will know of it and thats because it’s always #maybe i should try that caffeine shit people rave about (<- has not drank energy drinks or sodas or coffees since i was like. 14)#actually i think my heart would give out idk what’s with it but it gets silly sometimes so i don’t think it would like caffeine #or maybe idc who knows #the best solution imo is passing out forever and ever and waking up and hopefully being refreshed or smth

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sipsteainanxiety · 2 years

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one of the things you've come to learn about bakugou katsuki was his weakness towards praise. compliments.

particularly from you.

it all started when you first met the man—after you'd been hired at the ground zero agency to work down in its support lab. he didn't do the hiring, just cleared your papers, so you didn't actually see him throughout the entire process. not that you were complaining, of course. you'd heard stories of lord explosion murder king death god dynamite and well, they didn't quite paint him in a... positive light.

you met the other heroes running the agency over the first few weeks you were there, all of them assuring you that it was fine to address them by their actual names. they popped in and out of the support lab to drop off their suits that needed repairing after tough patrols or missions. you ranked them in your head based on how often their gear was damaged.

kaminari was at the top—he came down more often than not to drop off his busted shooters. you noticed he flirted with you quite a lot whenever he was around and liked to linger in the lab to avoid his paperwork responsibilities. sometimes you wondered if he damaged his stuff on purpose just as an excuse to come talk to you.

next was kirishima, though you gave him a pass since his quirk required him to physically put himself in the path of danger for anyone. he was a delight to talk to and never seemed to run out of conversation topics. he also sometimes snuck you some snacks on days you worked really long shifts.

tied for third place were sero and ashido. they'd made it a competition once you'd told them their ranking in your little mental system, but they were still neck-to-neck even after all this time. there was a point where they'd started sabotaging each other, but you shut that down real quick—you didn't want more work, thank you very much. still, ashido was great to talk to whenever you wanted the daily agency gossip, and sero was pretty fun when he wasn't pranking you.

and way, way at the bottom... was dynamite. you didn't see him around the lab too often—maybe because his suit didn't get roughed up much, which you guessed was likely seeing that he was the number two hero and all. he had to be good at his job, right? or maybe he went down for repairs whenever you were off duty or something. you didn't know and honestly, you didn't care all too much.

still, it was only inevitable that you would eventually meet dynamite.

kirishima had invited you to join him for lunch in one of the agency's breakrooms, as he tended to do once in a while when your schedules matched up. sometimes you were both joined by others, but today it was just you and kirishima in the empty breakroom at one of the two-person tables. it was nice being able to sit down and chat about this and that—he often told you stories about his patrols or missions he'd done in the past.

you got so wrapped up in the conversation that you almost didn't notice when dynamite entered the room. you raised an eyebrow when kirishima suddenly brightened up in the middle of a bite of his sandwich and waved an energetic hand at someone behind you.

"yo! bakugou!" he called out—loudly, even though there was no one else here. you almost choked on your drink. what did he just say? you twisted your upper body around, the straw of your drink pinched between your lips, just in time to see the man the myth the legend himself trudging over.

dynamite was dressed in a black shirt and matching black sweats—a contrast from his hero suit that you usually saw him in on the news or from a distance in the agency. the short sleeves of his shirt showed off the muscles and veins that bulged from his arms—the scars that littered them. he looked disgruntled, but then again, he always did, so you were sure that was just his default expression. you watched as he came to a stop near your table, a short "what" escaping his chapped lips.

"done with your patrol?" kirishima asked cheerfully, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth to get rid of the crumbs there. dynamite nodded, his eyes flicking over to you briefly. you sipped at your drink slowly, just as something to do, but nearly choked again when kirishima looked between the two of you and said, "oh! have you guys met yet?"

you set your drink down on the table and looked up at dynamite with a raised eyebrow. you didn't think you'd ever seen him this up close. he kind of looked a bit different than what you were expecting. in a good way, though. "nope. you'd think i'd see my own 'boss' more, working in the same building as him, but i guess not," you joked. you stuck out a hand for him to shake. "'sup?" he stared at you for a moment, then at your outstretched palm. you almost thought he wasn't going to respond, but he eventually gripped onto your palm with his own to give it a short, firm shake.

but before he could pull away, you found yourself opening your mouth as you continued to stare up at him, words coming out of it before your brain could even process them. "you've got pretty eyes."

you both froze. kirishima's jaw dropped open.

"hah?" dynamite was the first to recover, his eyes widening as his hand clenched down on your own, worryingly tight. his top lip curled up, exposing some of the watermelon pink of his gums. you gave him a sheepish smile, wondering if the sweat you were feeling in your palm was your own or his. you weren't lying or anything—he really did have pretty eyes. a bright crimson, like smoldering coal, framed by thick eyelashes that models would absolutely kill for. you'd never noticed before—not in images or videos of him you'd seen online.

you opened your mouth to ramble off some excuse, but before you could, kirishima butted in with a wide, bright grin on his face. you knew that look—it meant trouble.

"hey, we've got the same color eyes, does that mean mine are pretty too?" he asked with a snicker, fluttering his eyes at you once you turned to give him an unimpressed look. you rolled your eyes and slipped your hand from dynamite's—surprisingly easily—so you could cross your arms over your chest.

"fishing for compliments now, huh?" you replied dryly. you glanced back up at dynamite, who was still frozen in place. he glared at a spot on your table, a flush creeping up his neck and tinging his ears. shit, was he mad or something? dynamite was infamous for his temper, wasn't he? you gave him an apologetic look when he briefly flicked his eyes at you. "shit, sorry man, it kinda slipped out." there was a moment of silence. you had the sudden urge to run.

"whatever," he eventually grumbled under his breath, promptly turning on his heel so he could stomp back out of the breakroom, not even grabbing a snack or anything. you watched him leave, confused at his sudden retreat, then looked over at kirishima who'd suddenly burst out in laughter.

"h— holy shit!" he choked out, one of his fists slamming onto the table hard enough to make it rattle. "holy shit i can't believe you told him that to his face! wait until denki hears—"

"it really did just slip out!" you interrupted defensively, a pout lingering on your lips. your voice lowered into a mumble. "not my fault his eyes are nice-looking..." kirishima only gave you a sly look and took another bite of his sandwich.

from then on, you started seeing more of dynamite. it was obvious kirishima had told the others what had happened, and it was even more obvious that they were determined to get you and dynamite to hang out together. though, you were unsure why it was such a big deal. it was just a compliment, right? surely dynamite was used to it by now... that was what you kept telling yourself (at least to make yourself feel better).

in any case, you didn't mind, not really. it was fun hanging out with everyone whenever they would invite you to one of their little group outings. which was where you were at the moment—a quaint little restaurant with all six of you crammed into a booth in the back.

you picked lazily at the noodles on your plate as you listened to kaminari ramble off about one of the more recent villain battles that had aired on the news. you remembered watching it on the t.v. down in the support lab. it had been a very impressive fight—impressive, but dangerous as it always was.

"—we'd wrapped everything up easy-peasy!" kaminari boasted as he leaned back in his seat with his arms behind his head. the epitome of confidence. "villain was taken to tartarus and i got the number of this sweet babe—"

"uh huh," you interrupted, still swirling noodles around with your chopsticks. "i bet she was so impressed—especially with how much you wrecked your shooters, right?"

you lifted your gaze to look at the blond as he spluttered out, a cheeky grin on your face. "well!! we won anyways—"

"yeah but guess who had to stay up all night to fix your shit for the next day," you interjected, giving him a faux disappointed look. sero snickered from next to you as ashido let out an "ooooh." you pointed a thumb at dynamite, who'd been sitting quietly across from you in the seat near the wall. "why can't you be more like dynamite here, huh? efficient. he hasn't fucked up his gear in a hot minute."

"oh come on!" kaminari whined out loudly. "you're holding me to too high of a standard here!"

"efficiency!!!" you cried out dramatically, reaching over sero to shake kaminari's shoulder. "responsibility!!!"

kaminari just reached back over sero to shake you as well, a mischievous smile on his face. you made a face at him that he copied, the two of you locked in a battle of endurance and high-wit. though, you both had to eventually stop roughhousing when sero got sick of being the man in the middle and karate-chopped the top of your heads.

you settled back in your seat with a silly smile splayed across your lips, your hand rubbing at your head. your gaze moved to look at dynamite—automatically, maybe, purposely seeking him out—and you noticed the way he'd turtled into his collar. you could see the way his ears were red, his neck flushed as he glared down at his plate.

he made eye contact with you briefly, then seemed to flush even more as he looked away with a small scoff. his jaw tensed. you felt heat in your cheeks as you focused on your food once more, missing the way ashido nudged kirishima meaningfully.

later that night, when dynamite dropped you back at your apartment, he told you to call him bakugou in a quiet voice.

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the more time you spent with bakugou, the more you learned about him. the man you saw at the agency was nothing like how the news painted him to be and you wondered why you'd let the media influence your perception of him in the first place.

he started coming down to the support lab more—a surprise, of course, but welcome all the same. every time, he came with the gruff order that he needed his gear tweaked. a dent here, a cracked cover there. you diligently obliged to his requests, tinkering away at your desk. he liked to linger, sometimes, not that you were bothered by him. he made good company. though, you did notice a suspicious lack of visits from... other heroes. you weren't dumb—you knew what they were pulling; you couldn't say that you minded.

sometimes you'd catch bakugou staring at you, your eyebrows raising in silent question each time.

and he would always say the same thing when you asked what was up: "nothin'. jus' making sure y'aren't fucking anything up." yeah he made good company, but he was also a little shit.

one day, you needed his help with fitting together some small pieces together for his bracer. you could do it, but it was taking you longer than usual with all the individual parts. plus, your fingers were kind of greasy and the metal kept slipping from them.

bakugou grumbled a bit about how it was your job, but he approached your desk and pulled over a stool to plop himself down on. you gave him instructions on what to do and slid over all the tools he would need. he immediately got to work—diligent, you thought to yourself—which gave you time to get up and wash your hands at a sink in the corner.

you grabbed a paper towel and wiped your hands as you wandered back over to your desk and peered over bakugou's shoulder to watch him quietly work. his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, ash-blond hair partially covering his ruby eyes.

"your hands are surprisingly nimble," you commented as he clicked on a latch and fit a tiny screw in its respective hole so he could start screwing it in. you reached over to grab the section of his bracer that he'd finished in the few minutes you took to scrub your hands. you let out a low whistle. "quick too! nice work!"

his shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly as you set back down the bracer and rounded the desk to grab some more parts. as you turned back to sit next to him, you noticed he was pointedly avoiding your gaze, the apples of his cheeks dusted in a red to match his eyes. a familiar scowl danced across his lips.

and it was then that you finally realized that flush wasn't him getting angry. he was embarrassed. at you and your offhanded compliments.

the discovery was surprisingly humanizing—he could get shy over things, who knew! your gaze softened and you took your seat next to him once more, doing your best to pretend you didn't notice the way his movements turned slightly robotic and his hands lingered over your own whenever you passed him something.

it took time, but you soon realized that it wasn't dynamite you were complimenting—it was bakugou. and that made a world's difference to him.

bakugou, who was so used to people giving him compliments and praise when he stood before them in his hero suit—an invincible hero, a god amongst men. who never got compliments when he was just... himself. and that affected him more than you would ever know.

as you got closer and closer to him, you found it was easier to praise him over the smallest of things—things that you just noticed. and every time, it always filled you with a sort of warmth when he would flush and turn away with a scoff. it was kind of funny, when you thought about it, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop.

you dared to test how far you could go one day when bakugou dropped by the lab with a large box in his hands.

"oh!" you perked up as you hopped down from a table and cleared the space so he could set the box down on it. "it came already?!"

"mmhm," he hummed once he stepped back and wiped the sweat off his brow, "jus' got here."

"hell yeah." you grabbed a box cutter from a drawer and cracked the box open so you could rummage around in it and pull out the wrapped items. you'd asked bakugou to order you new materials for you to experiment with on his gear: carbon fiber sheets, mesoporous silica, zetix, etc. they hadn't been cheap.

"you got everything!" you grinned as you pulled out more black sheets and set them off to the side. your lips twitched slightly as you hummed, then said, "good boy!"

you could practically sense the way he'd straightened up then stiffened. you dared to chance a quick look up at him—hovering just in front of you on the other side of the table. his face had turned a bright red, as though someone had lit it on fire. his hands had clenched into fists at his sides.

"you—" he forced out hoarsely in a way that made you finally raise your head to properly make eye contact with him. he glared at you, lips pulled back in a snarl that wasn't all too intimidating with how much he was blushing. "—you... fuck, do y'know what you fuckin' do to me?" he swallowed thickly and you had to force yourself to not trace the bob of his adam's apple.

you tilted your head to the side and opened your mouth to respond, but he cut across you sharply. "sayin' this shit on purpose— are you fuckin' trying to piss me off? hah?" he sneered at you and your heart sank, just a bit. "make me look like a fuckin' idiot?"

"bakugou." you dropped everything so you could round the table and step up closer to him. you reached out to hold onto one of his clenched fists. he looked down at you with a heated glare, and yet his lips trembled—minutely. if you hadn't been watching him so carefully, you never would've noticed. "i—"

"yer takin' me for a goddamn fool," he rasped out, eyes narrowing. the redness in his face had faded only slightly. "i hate people who say shit they don't mean."

your gaze softened at his words and you released his hand to reach up and hold his warm cheeks between your palms. there was a moment where he seemed to want to step back—to pull away—but he didn't. you took that as a good sign.

"bakugou," you whispered gently to him, "baby, i meant every word." your thumbs traced over his apple cheeks. "all those compliments? you deserved every single one. okay? they were genuine, i swear."

his eyes flicked over your face, searching for something. it seemed like he wanted to protest—to argue—but suddenly, like he'd been popped with a needle, he deflated. he leaned his head closer down to your own. relieved, maybe. accepting. defensive no longer for things he didn't think he deserved.

"shaddup," he mumbled, the hot puff of his breath fanning across your face. "you and yer sappy shit. gonna kill me one day."

you chuckled. "you like it, though. i'll sing you praises for forever if i must." you gave him a cheeky wink, your lips curling into a grin. "wherever and whenever you want, bakugou." he huffed out through his nose.

"katsuki," he told you gently, bopping your head with his own. "call me katsuki."

#call him a good boy and his brain just explodes LMAO #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou x you #bakugou imagine #bkg being insecure is a fav of mine #oh my god i am SO fcking tired and this is unedited af and probably sucks doo doo #bc it got away from me esp at the end #but enjoy it LMAOO

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