#i just need to finish doing all of my heroes and partners first

[primarinite]

replaying psmd. i think he is soooso aw.esome

(referenced post)

#pokemon #pkmnart #pkmn #pmd #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon super mystery dungeon #psmd #pancham #shelmet #treecko #oc: dalia #sorry i got lazy with that second one and didn't wanna draw a background lol #also didn't really do much to give shelmet a unique design because i wasn't sure #tried to give him some karrablast traits at the last minute but i'll definitely have to rework them #also im planning on doing a bunch of unique designs of npcs from all of the games #i just need to finish doing all of my heroes and partners first

[perenlop]

so natural of me. to be like "wow i'm gonna get a bunch of postgame and special episodes done tonight" but then immediately get distracted by making a "canon characters" folder on toyhouse

#dont bother looking its not done at all sdklfjsdlkfdsf i am setting aside time to do that another night #i stilllll gotta finish the reduxed bios for aisling and felicity and theyve had their redesigns for months now #once i color all the characters that were requested theyre getting put in the folder #for now itll just be my heroes and partners. who also need new refs (and in psmds case... refs in the first place) #this is just to motivate me to finally do all that. i need to brute force my way out of art block #echoed voice

[faesdreaming]

Yandere Miguel O’Hara Headcanons

a/n: there are two routes platonic and romantic, which will be bolded and colour-coded like this, please forgive my spanish i am breaking out my high school spanish classes.

tw: yandere themes, possessive, obsessive, and controlling behaviour, potential spoilers, suggestive themes (romantic route), captivity, canonical inaccuracies, implied neglect (platonic route)

•Becoming the hero Arachnid wasn’t something you ever planned on happening. You were just going about your regular, every day life when a radioactive spider bit you. The spider that bit you gave you amazing powers that you utilized to become the amazing, the one and only friendly neighbourhood Arachnid! Then, you were suddenly pulled into another dimension that was almost exactly like yours and discovered that you weren’t the only one of well you after all.

•You, alongside other spider-themed heroes, joined forces against Kingpin in order to return to your home dimensions. However, that wasn’t your last adventure with the multiverse. Your next encounter would occur a few months after your first misadventure. Having finished fighting the Green Goblin, you were ready to end the night there. Then, a portal similar to the one that brought you to Miles’ dimension opened up. Out came a tall, well-muscled Spider-Man and a Spider-Woman

•They introduced themselves as Miguel O’Hara and Jessica Drew and informed of the Spider society they’d formed. You were offered membership by them. Well, by Jessica. Miguel was staying silent. You don’t know why, but you felt as though he was watching you. He was, of course, he was right in front of you, but this felt eerie. Your senses were telling you something was wrong but Jessica was so nice and you really were excited and honoured to be given such an opportunity. So, you take it.

Romantic Route:

•Miguel stared at you intently. He’d been watching you for a while now, observing. You resemblance was uncanny— you looked exactly like his spouse. Not his spouse exactly, but the one the other had. You looked like the partner that Miguel had grown to love alongside his daughter. A variant of them. Although he was initially against you joining, it would be easier to watch you— look out for you if you joined the lobby.

•After your acceptance, Miguel tasked Jessica with guiding you around the lobby. He didn’t trust anyone else and he couldn’t bare to do it himself. He couldn’t handle himself around you. It wasn’t just your appearance that was uncanny, it was everything. You mannerisms, habits, likes, interests, everything. How Miguel yearned for you. Yearned to feel your touch, your kiss. Yearned for the happiness he once knew.

•But that would break the canon, wouldn’t it? The memories of his world, his family fading from existence because he broke the canon. He couldn’t let that happen again. So, he behaved coldly towards you. But as Miguel continued to watch you and interact with you, he started to doubt. You were a variant of his partner, but your dimension didn’t have a variant of Miguel O’Hara. Perhaps, he rationalized, this was canon. Your fates were meant to be intertwined. He needed you and you needed him. That was canon.

•Miguel strikes when you least expect. Spends weeks carefully planning. He stalks you, memorizes your routine to a point. He assigns you a mission, not overly-difficult but not easy. Something to tire you out. With your senses dulled and the weariness from the fight left you susceptible to his attack. Quickly, stealthily and by surprise, he subdued you. His sharp fangs biting into the tender skin of your neck, paralyzing you.

•When you come to, you find yourself in an unfamiliar room. Yet there are familiar objects lying around; trinkets and photos that had disappeared. Your spidey-senses were going off the rails and that’s when he came.

“Miguel?”

•He tells you you’re here for your safety and for the safety of your dimension. Swears you’re meant to be with him, that it’s canon. Warns you of the consequences if you break the canon. You stare at him, intaking his audacity. Then, you shriek at him. Call him out on his absolute bull. Miguel sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. He ignores your screeching and leaves. Obviously, you’re still in shock. You’ll come around.

•Almost a month later, lo and behold, you still haven’t come around to being pliant with your captor. Miguel is a man of many things, but patience is not one. He is so very tired, having to deal with Lyla’s teasing and the other Spider’s bullshit. Is it too much to ask to come home to his loving spouse? Just like he used to.

•Apparently, it is. Seeing as you aren’t his spouse, but someone he locked up, you scream at him. Unholy screeches whenever you see him. Today, Miguel’s had enough. Large hands wrap around you and slam you against the headboard of the bed you’re chained too.

“Enough.” He hisses. “¡Mierda! I won’t hear it. ¿Me entienden? You stay here. If the safety of the multiverse won’t convince then maybe the safety of your aunt will.”

•The moment the vague threat passes over you freeze entirely. You’ve lost almost everyone, everyone but her. Carefully, you suck in air. Large tears brim at the edges of your eyes. as you look Miguel directly in the eyes. His eyes, dark and dangerous, bore back into yours.

“Please Miguel,” you whisper. “I’ll stay. I’m sorry. Don’t hurt her.”

•Miguel softens at your submission. However, he still doesn’t trust you. He pulls himself off you and stalks out, leaving you laying on the bed, dazed. From that day forewords, you become more compliant. You listen to Miguel and don’t fight him. Miguel knows that he can’t keep you locked away forever. People were asking questions. With your ‘good’ behaviour, you’ll be granted more privileges. More freedom, if that’s what you can call it. You’ll never truly be free, trapped under Miguel’s watchful eyes. But you’re able to go into the lobby again. To talk with people, even if you do so bearing Miguel’s marks. You know you can’t escape him, not when he could take away the little you had left, not when he would hunt you down through every universe. For now, you know you can’t escape Miguel’s grip.

Platonic Route:

•When Miguel saw you for the first time, he felt the world stop around him. It was as though there was nobody else but you and him. You, who was the only variant of his dead child that wasn’t truly his. He watched as you swung around, mocking villains and making clever quips. Miguel’s heart ached for you, for himself, for his dead daughter and child. As he watched you, memories of holding his child as they died because of him resurface. Once more, does Miguel feel the bitter sting of grief and loss.

•Oh, how Miguel desires to hold you, to cradle you close and never let go. But he can’t, he won’t. You’re not his child. You’re not the child he failed to protect. No, you’re a child he can protect. Thus, his decision to allow you to join the spider-society, if only to watch over you and protect you. Your family clearly isn’t doing a good job at it. Miguel spends more time than necessary looking after you. Not that he meant to, of course. You were just so vulnerable. You needed guidance. You may have been s superhero but you were also a child.

•Under Miguel’s guidance you thrive. He teaches you proper fighting techniques, improves your web-shooters and other tech you have and acts as the father figure you need. His teaching method is firm yet gentle. Miguel remains stern, however, everyone notices how soft he is with you. Life is good in the lobby. To be honest, sometimes you consider staying forever. Or more accurately, Miguel implies you should.

•Yes, he was originally not going to interfere. But it was you who made the decision to stay, so obviously that meant something. And Miguel wouldn’t lie, whenever you returned to your Earth to fulfill your duties as Arachnid, he could barely think he was so worried. Every villain encounter, every scrape and bruise is another chance to fail to protect his child. Miguel gets more desperate over time. Your time in the lobby is almost exclusively spent with him. Every mission is with him, every meal is with him, almost every moment is spent by Miguel’s side. And honestly? You’re starting to get s little sick of it.

•Not that you were complaining. You’re so grateful for the opportunities Miguel gave you, but he’s so overbearing. Maybe it’s normal, you rationalize, you’re family isn’t very close. Besides, you’ve seen Peter B. Parker with Mayday. Even Miguel isn’t that clingy. Your senses are blaring danger and to get away, but your yearning for love and affection suppress them. You continue to push down your instincts until you can’t. Until you decide to listen to your doubts— only to prove them wrong, of course. However, just your luck, your instincts are proven correct. You discover a goddamn tracker implanted in your arm.

•Finally, everything clicks. Everything Miguel does? Not normal! Just creepy, especially this. Thus, you decide to leave. You dig out your tracker and stitch the wound back up. You leave the tracker where you know Miguel will find it and leave, discarding your portal bracelet. You return to your Earth for the final time, intent on never leaving again.

•When Miguel returns to find your tracker and no trace of you, he goes ballistic. You left, he can’t protect you. You’ll get hurt, you’ll die. Miguel can’t risk losing you. He travels to your Earth in search of you. There, he tracks you down to find you losing badly against the Green Goblin. You’re clutch your ribs, bruised and bloody. The moment he sees you like this, Miguel enters a blazing fury. He attacks the Goblin viciously, pounding him until a sickening crunch is heard and the Goblin’s neck snaps. You collapse, from your injuries and the shock of witnessing Miguel kill the Goblin.

•Your chest seizes, hyperventilating. You can hear your heart beat racing as Miguel turns to you. He watches you panic and slowly paces towards you. You attempt to scoot away, but you can barely move. Miguel’s mask is off. You can see his eyes being filled with the same eerie softness as the day you met. Carefully, he leans down and large hands grasp onto you. You struggle as best you can, squirming despite the pain.

“¡Ay! Cariño.” He admonishes gently. “Be still, you’ll hurt yourself.”

•Regardless of his orders, you continue to squirm. Sighing, Miguel extended his fangs and bit down on your neck. Paralyzed, you fall limp in his arms. Carefully, he maneuvers you so to not hurt you. He cradles you to his chest as he inspects you over.

“We’ll get you checked out when we go to your new room. ¿Estàts bien?”

•Unable to do anything, you lay helpless in Miguel’s arms as he takes you to your new fancy prison cell— or room as he calls it. From there, you’ll be safe. Somewhere only Miguel knows, a place he can be certain he can protect you. Yes, you’ll stay locked away in your gilded cage, guarded by Miguel. Safe from the world, from every threat but him.

#yandere miguel o'hara #yandere miguel o’hara x reader #atsv x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x y/n #yandere platonic #platonic yandere #yandere spiderman #yandere romance #yandere x reader #miguel is a little (a lot) delusional in this one #this turned out better than i thought it would #and longer

[theskit]

Stickers AU

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Part 9

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Danny wasn't sure what he'd expected when he put Bludhaven into his phone's GPS Sunday evening, but finding out it was only 30 minutes away was still surprising. He'd somehow thought it was farther away than that.

Shrugging it off, Danny found an out of the way alley to go invisible and intangible for the short flight. He'd already picked out which of his stickers he would be gracing Nightwing with tonight, now the only thing would be finding him.

Taking a rather scenic route along the coast, Danny got some interesting pictures of the rocky coastline and the water. The light pollution was still pretty bad, but it was a little easier to see the stars outside the city limits.

Reaching Bludhaven, Danny flew around randomly for a while before hearing a shout. Going to investigate he saw three guys cornering a young lady in an alley. Just as he moved to intervene, Nightwing dropped down from above, landing between the men and the lady.

"Mind if I cut in?" He asked as he hit the closest guy with an escrima stick, sending him to the ground with a crackle of electricity as the lady turned and ran. "It's just shocking how quickly I can go through dance partners, sometimes."

Turning to the other two, Nightwing fluidly exchanged punches before grabbing one guy's arm and throwing him over his shoulder into a nearby trashcan, "Sorry, you've been canned for inappropriate behavior," he quipped cheerfully.

The last guy took the chance while Nightwing was busy to pull out a knife. Smoothly dodging the first few swipes, Nightwing flipped over the guy when he overextended himself with a lunge, landing with a crouch and a leg sweep, taking him to the ground too. "Let's not get swept away in all the excitement, now!" He tossed out as he made sure all three guys were secure before calling it in to the police for pickup.

Danny practically sparkled with glee. The cool entrance! The flashy moves! The puns! He just might have a new favorite hero! Well. After Robin, of course. Teen hero solidarity and all that.

Danny landed, waiting to make sure the escrima sticks were put away before approaching Nightwing. He *definitely* didn't want to get hit with those things. Getting electrocuted was *not* on the to-do list this evening, thank you!

Coming up behind Nightwing, just as he finished contacting the police Danny smacked a sticker to the small of his back, yelled "Tag!" and took off running.

It was only after hearing Nightwing shout in surprise and then call out after him, beginning to give chase, that Danny realized he had dropped his invisibility. Whoops. At least he was in his hoodie. It was still a little bloodstained from yesterday, but it wasn't really *that* noticeable. Neither of his parents had mentioned it, and Jazz only gave him a small, searching look before he held up his bandanged finger to show her it was no big deal. It was also the only hoodie he'd remembered to pack.

Nightwing ran after the surprisingly quick child, teenager? they were kind of short... "Hey, kid! Hold up a second!"

The kid laughed, "No can do! Sorry, Nightwing! I needed one last number for my vigilante bingo card and you were it!"

The kid, a boy going by the voice, was dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a slightly oversized hoodie with what looked concerningly like bloodstains at the side. He took a quick left into another alley, one Nightwing knew to be a dead end. Turning the corner as well, Nightwing slid to a stop, glancing around the empty alley. "Kid? Hey, it's ok, I just wanna talk." He called out, doing a quick check behind the dumpster, which was the only thing large enough in the alley to hide behind.

Nothing. Scratching his head, Nightwing looked around again in confusion. There wasn't even a fire escape down this way. Where did he go? And what did he mean by vigilante bingo?

Deciding to check in with the others, he called Tim, unsurprised when he heard the rapid-fire clack of a keyboard in the background when he answered. "Hey, Dick, what's up?"

"Hey, Baby Bird! So, I just had an interesting run-in with a disappearing kid. He mentioned something about vigilante bingo, and I wondered if any of you had as well?"

The keyboard noises stopped abruptly, "He spoke to you? You actually saw him?"

"Well, yeah? Chased him down a dead-end alley, but he went poof. Gone. No sign of him anywhere."

Tim sighed heavily, "Of course. Can you head in to the batcave? We could use some insight into this. So far he's gotten you, me, Batman, and Robin, but no one has gotten a good look at him."

Already heading to where he had his motorcycle stashed, Nightwing agreed, "Sure. You need 5 numbers for a bingo though, and he said I was the last. Heard anything from Hood?"

Tim groaned, "No. Of course he wouldn't tell us if something like this happened to him."

"No worries, Baby Bird. I'll check in with Hood first and then swing by the cave to debrief, how's that?" He asked, swinging a leg over the motorcycle and starting it up.

"That would be great, thanks. If you're the one asking, he might actually tell you what happened," Tim replied, relieved he wouldn't have to try getting information out of Jason himself.

Saying goodbye and then punching in another number, Nightwing revved the engine and took off for Gotham as he waited for Jason to pick up.

"What do you want, Dickiebird?"

Nightwing laughed, "What, no hello, how you doing?"

"Nope. I'm busy," Jason said with a grunt and what sounded like gunshots.

"Well, I had an interesting little encounter tonight, and I have it on good authority you might have had one too. With a certain disappearing boy? Want to meet up at Batburger, get something to eat and tell me about it?"

A few more gunshots echoed down the line before Jason answered, "Fine. I'll meet you at the usual place in an hour."

"Awesome, I'll see you there."

After ordering the food, Dick made his way up to the roof, "Hey there, Little Wing!"

Jason took off his helmet and smirked at him as he accepted his portion of the food. "So, where'd you get stickered, then?"

Dick stared at him in confusion, "Stickered? What?"

Jason frowned, "You said you had a run in with the kid. He came up behind me, scared the hell out of me by yelling 'boo', and slapped a sticker between my eyes when I turned around." Jason paused as he stuffed a few fries into his mouth, "Shorted out my helmet cameras too, though not permanently. Didn't get a good look at him, but he had a funky echo to his voice."

Dick shook his head a bit, "He came up behind me, gave me a smack on the back and yelled 'tag' before running into a dead-end alley with no way out and disappeared. Didn't notice a particular echo, but we were already in a kind of echoey alleyway."

Jason grinned and made a little circle motion with his hand, "Give us a twirl then, let's see."

Turning his back to Jason, Dick heard a loud laugh and a camera noise. It made him happy to hear Jason laugh, even if he *was* apparently the butt of a joke. "Okay, what happened? Why are you laughing?" He asked mock petulantly as he turned back around.

Jason just grinned and showed him his phone, "Kid gave you a tramp stamp, Dickiebird!"

Dick burst out laughing as he looked at the photo, Jason joining in as he wailed overdramatically, "Little Wing! I drove all over Bludhaven *and* Gotham, *and* just ordered food with that!"

Editing this: apparently only the bitchy mobile app has a tag limit. I mostly use mobile. Guess who get to be my guinea pigs on the next installment?? 😁

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#dpxdc #theskit writes #Stickers AU #danny makes his own stickers :3 #and now danny is running around gotham like a gremlin #with a pocket full of homemade stickers #whatever will he do with them? 😈 #cries in both dialog and action scenes #whywhywhy are you so difficult to write?!?

[ssturniolo]

Hi! First I would like to start by saying that I LOVE your writing and my request is one for Matt where basically they are all on tour and the reader gets like dizzy and passes out on stage and the they all like carry the reader off of the stage and then on like the socials people are like praising Matt for how calm he was being and like a fluffy ending pls and if you don't have time or just don't wanna do this that's fine also love your work again!

Dizzy

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Matt x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - request <3

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - nothing

You smile as the bright stage lights shine down, the crowd still going wild for the triplets. This being the last show, Matt asked you to be his partner which you happily accepted.

You’ve never been on tour before but it’s exceeded your expectations, although very stressful.

Matt tosses the basketball to you, snapping you out of your little trance. Standing up from your chair, you wobble a bit, your vision going fuzzy.

“You alright there love?”

“Mhm” you blink a few times before walking up to shoot. After missing the shot miserably once again, you return to your previous seat, feeling like absolute shit.

Suddenly, the lights felts extremely bright, the voices seemed painfully loud, and you didn’t think you had enough energy to shoot again.

You push yourself off of the chair with shaky hands, ready to make your way over to Matt. It’s not like this is the first time this has happened, you’ve felt like this on and off all day today and yesterday.

“I’m gonna go get water quick” you whisper to Matt after he finishes shooting.

“Do you want some of mine?” He offers, pointing at his nearly full water bottle sitting on the ground.

You just shake your head, making your way across the stage. Your vision has gone fuzzy again and your legs feel like jello as you grab for something, anything to hold you up. So close to making it off the stage; out of the sight of so many people but you couldn’t. And everything goes black.

A gasp echos around the room as the crowd watches you collapse, each of them angling their phones in your direction.

Matt is quick to sprint over to you, swiftly scooping you into his arms before carrying you bridal style off of the stage.

He lays you down on the couch in the triplets “break” room, his face twisted with concern. Luckily, it didn’t take long for your eyes to flutter open, immediately mortified of what just happened.

“I’m so so sorry Matt I tried to make it off stage, I really did” you apologize, covering your reddened face with your hands.

Matt takes a hold of your wrists, pulling them down.

“You don’t need to apologize honey, are you ok?”

Sighing, you squeeze your eyes shut, attempting to pull yourself together. “I think I just need to eat something” you eventually say.

“But I really really don’t want to go back out there” you add, afraid to disappoint him but too weak and embarrassed to go back onto stage.

“That’s ok my love, I’ll pull a fan from the crowd to be my partner” Matt smiles gently, placing sweet kisses on your knuckles.

“Matt” you say as he gets up to go back on stage.

“Hm?”

“I’m lowkey kinda excited for the edits. You’re my hero”

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Kinda different than what you asked but I hope you like it ! :)

XOXO - Zoe

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[heich0e]

the heart is but a winding road p.2 - shouto todoroki/f!reader (1.8k) fluff, pro-hero shouto todoroki is not good with kids (lying), natsuo is the most big brother that ever big brothered, someone pls give the poor assistant a raise, i truly believe that shouto hyperfixates on random things for a few weeks at a time and you cannot change my mind, also i promise the 𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 is coming.. i just need to set the mood first.

p.1 - YOU ARE HERE - p.3 - p.4 (upcoming)

“What was I like when I was five?” 

“Uh, dunno? Guess you were kinda—hey!” Natsuo doesn’t even manage to finish his thought before something (apparently very pressing) on his end of their phone call distracts him. “Aoi! You little—get down from there! Motherf—“

Shouto listens to the chaos unfold with a completely unchanging expression.

“Tou! Talk to your uncle for a second. Your brother's gonna break his neck!”

There’s a scuffle, and before Shouto can so much as protest there’s a little voice greeting him on the other end of the line.

“Hi Oji-chan!” Touma, Natsuo’s 7-year-old, says cheerfully after having evidently been handed the phone.

He hears a little giggle and the sound of his brother squawking incoherently somewhere in the distant background on their side of the call. This is immediately followed by a series of very loud crashes and a panicked string of words which, even in his limited knowledge of childrearing, Shouto's fairly certain kids are not supposed to hear.

“Hello,” he greets his nephew curtly. “If your father’s busy, I can—”

There’s a bit more shuffling, some disgruntled grumbling and laboured panting, and then Natsuo is taking the phone again.

“Sorry, sorry,” the older man says breathlessly, and Shouto stares up at the ceiling over his sofa blankly. “Oh, okay, what were you asking about?”

“Me. When I was five.”

“Oh, yeah!” Shouto’s brother laughs. “Dunno. You were round, I guess? And pretty squishy.”

Shouto rolls his eyes. “That’s not what I meant.”

Natsuo laughs, loud and carefree like he always does. “Well, what did you mean, then?”

“What kind of stuff did I like?”

There’s a thread hanging from Shouto’s sleeve, and he fiddles with it while he speaks with his brother. It’s distracting, but he can’t quite grip the troublesome string to pluck it loose since he’s using his other hand to hold the phone to his ear.

Natuso hems and haws as he mulls Shouto's question over for a bit. “Soba and chewing on things, mostly.”

“I liked chewing on things when I was five?” Shouto’s reply is flat and unamused. He shifts to hold his cellphone between his shoulder and his ear as he lays back against the cushions of his sofa, snapping the string off easily once he has the use of both his hands.

“Yeah, you were always bite-y,” Natsuo replies simply.

The youngest Todoroki sighs. He rolls the thin bit of thread between his fingers for a moment, watching how the ends split and fray, then flicks it away disinterestedly.

“What’s all this about, anyway?”

There’s a significant amount of racket on Natsuo’s end of the call, but Shouto suspects that’s a fairly normal thing for his older brother’s home. What with two kids and more pets that Shouto can keep track of, there’s always pandemonium happening whenever he stops by to visit. He can’t help but think it’s a miracle that Natsuo managed to find anyone who would willingly subject themselves to that, let alone a partner as normal as the one he married.

“Nothing really,” Shouto mumbles. “Just curious.”

“Well, Yumi would remember that stuff better than I do anyway,” Natsuo chirps. “You could always ask her!” 

“Yeah, thanks,” Shouto nods even though he knows his brother can’t see the gesture. 

They end the call with vague plans to meet up for dinner the following week, though these plans often end up getting rescheduled or completely forgotten about in the stir of their busy adult lives. Once the line disconnects, Shouto is once more left staring up at the boring beige ceiling of his living room.

His apartment is always just a bit too cold. It’s been that way since the day he moved in. His hope in choosing such an upscale domicile had been that he wouldn’t run into issues like this one; it was newly constructed after all, and cost enough that things as simple as climate control shouldn’t be a problem. But no matter how much he fiddles with the thermostat, no matter the time of year, there’s always a chill that seems to linger in his quiet home.

He blinks up at the ceiling and listens to the pitter patter of rain outside.

It’s been raining for days now, with only the occasional break in the downpour that never lasts more than a few hours. His last four patrols have ended with him towelling off in the changing room at his agency, using his quirk to warm the terrycloth before he ruffles it through his drenched hair. His costume is fairly well-insulated, and repels the rain, but he still always feels so soggy by the time he gets home.

Suddenly, he thinks about a little yellow raincoat, and the thump of rubber boots.

Truthfully, Shouto’s not sure why he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about that strange encounter from a few days prior. The little boy in the yellow raincoat and the ill-fated, crumpled receipt.

Maybe it’s because he can’t remember the last time a kid was less excited to meet him. 

Maybe it’s something else.

Shouto’s expensive sofa creaks as he pitches himself upwards, reaching out towards the tablet he’d left resting on the edge of his coffee table. He unlocks the device, and realizes he’d left it open to a news article about the Recycling Hero he'd been reading earlier in the day.

He’s been reading a lot about Reductro lately—just about any resource he can find. News articles online, press releases, pamphlets that environmental activists are handing out on street corners. Hell, half the hits on the the guy's Heropedia page from the past week were probably thanks to Shouto.

Just earlier that very day he’d even placed an order online for a copy of the Recycling Hero's newest book.

Reductro, Shouto recently learned, has dedicated his life’s work to inspiring meaningful environmental changes around Japan; he uses his quirk that is capable of breaking down plastics and other complex carbon compounds (as well as his doctorate in Ecology and Environmental Science) to make significant improvements to the climate and the country. The man has a way of speaking that’s neither overly sanitized nor pedantic and inaccessible; kids love him for his exciting way of talking about the environment and why they should care about it, but he's equally capable of putting on a suit and addressing a crowd of adults. Above all else, he seems to be truly passionate about the work that he’s doing–a conclusion Shouto has inarguably come to through his extensive research, and by watching just about every video he's managed to track down online.

He hates to admit it, but the guy is kind of… really cool.

He gets why Naoyuki was so obsessed with him.

Shouto taps around the surface of the tablet for a moment, pulling up an article about a documentary that Reductro is in the process of producing about microplastics. He scans through the article—making a mental note to look up when it will be coming out and see if his secretary can get him an early cut of it—when an image at the bottom of the article makes him pause. It’s a recent photograph that, according to the caption underneath, was taken only a few weeks prior when Reductro was giving a presentation at a local elementary school.

A little voice rings in the back of Shouto's mind, from a rainy day not unlike this one.

“He came to my school last week and he helps to get plastic outta the ocean!”

Naoyuki may have been a bit of a menace, but he was well-intended. And ultimately Shouto has him to thank for opening his eyes to the prestige of the Recycling Hero.

He stares at the image lighting up the screen in his hands for a moment, his eyes scanning over the name of the elementary school a few times as an idea begins to take shape.

He reaches instinctively for his cellphone.

“Good evening, Shouto-sama,” Shoto’s assistant and secretary, Takahashi, answers on the second ring—just like he always does. “Are you well?”

“Hi,” Shouto greets the man in a relatively abrupt manner, brushing off pleasantries for the sake of saving time. “How hard is it to find a kid?” 

There’s a few beats of silence as Shouto’s question lingers over the line.

“Such as a missing person’s case?” Takahashi-san finally responds, though the usually proper and eloquent man sounds uncharacteristically baffled. 

“No,” Shouto shakes his head. He thinks about his next words carefully. “If i know where a kid goes to school and his first name, could you track him down?”

“Track… him down?”

For all the hard-fought takedowns Shouto has made in his career as a hero, he sure is losing this battle.

“He’s not a criminal or anything,” Shouto explains, and Takahashi hums understandingly, but it sounds sort of like when an adult is placating a child. “I met him in the street the other day."

"I see."

Shouto knows he still doesn't get it, and he wracks his brain for a way to make this whole situation make sense, even though it doesn't.

"He’s… a fan.”

Lying is bad. Shouto knows this. He happens to pride himself on knowing the difference between good and bad, as a matter of professionalism. But Naoyuki is a fan, for all intents and purposes.

Just not his.

“Oh,” Takahashi-san sounds more at ease now with this half-truthful revelation, “very well. I don’t suppose it would be all too difficult to find the child’s information. I'm sure the school would be willing to forward contact information for a legal guardian if your office were to reach out on official business.”

“His mother," Shouto replies immediately.

“Pardon?”

“He, uh..."—Shouto fiddles with the tablet in his left hand—"The little boy. He was with his mother when I met him. She’ll remember me.”

“I see. Please forward me the name of the institution and I’ll reach out to the school administration first thing in the morning.” Takahashi has always been exceedingly competent, since the first day Shouto hired him. He’s a bit stuffy, and Shouto’s pretty sure he’s never seen him smile, but the young hero strangely admires the man's no-nonsense sort of antiquated way of doing things. “I assume you’re looking to send some sort of gift. Perhaps a signed poster? Some merchandise?” 

“Yes,” Shouto says, nodding. Then he pauses. “But not mine.”

“Oh?” the man on the other end of the line—who Shouto now realizes is likely at home during his off-hours that he rudely interrupted—sounds puzzled again. 

“Takahashi-san…” Shouto stares down at the tablet in his hands, still open to the article he’d been reading before he picked up his phone to make this call. “Have you ever heard of the Recycling Hero?”

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[saturnsorbits]

Voice Over

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Angst, Smut, Insecurity, Spanking, Cream-Pie, Soft-ish Sex, Nipple Play, Friends to Lovers, Background Suggested KiriBaku and IzuOcha.

Word Count: 6.7k.

Summary: Shinso has been using his voice modulator to fulfil other people's fantasies, but all you want is for him to be himself.

A/N: This is my first dip into Shinso. It was a lot of fun and I quite liked discovering 'my' version of his character for this!

It’s by accident that you bump into Kirishima leaving Shinso’s apartment at almost eight on a Saturday morning. He’s dressed, just, in a pair of lounge shorts that look half-pulled up and an open shirt that is half tucked into his boxers. There’s only one sock on his foot when he topples over the threshold and his eyes blow wide when he sees you, phone half out of your pocket in the hallway.

‘H - Hi.’ Swallowing hard, Kirishima forces a smile to his lips. It doesn’t crease his eyes. ‘I - Uh, I was just… Uhm, I - What’re you doing here so early?’

Lifting the small paper bag in your hand, the logo of a local eatery emblazoned on the front, you raise your eyebrows. ‘De-brief and breakfast.’

‘Oh.’ Kirishima’s lips form a circle as he clings to the duffle bag he has pressed to his chest.

‘There’s enough for three, if -.’

‘Oh. No. No. No. I should, I need to get to work…’ He gives you that smile again, although it’s a little dimmer than usual.

‘If you’re sure…’

‘Yeah. Yeah… I -.’ With his legs unlocking under him, Kirishima makes for the stairs. ‘Thanks for the offer, anyway!’

‘No problem.’ You call after him as red hair vanishes in the stair well. ‘Tell Katsuki I said hi!’

His voice is dim in the stairwell. ‘I will!’

Chuckling to yourself, you turn back to the door and knock with two shallow taps. There’s barely a beat before it’s pulled open, a tired and shirtless Shinso occupying its frame.

‘He’s subtle.’ You smirk. ‘And you look like you’ve been mauled.’ Slipping past him, you try not to stare at the thick scratches across Shinso’s hips and down the length of his back.

Shinso rolls his eyes, but smiles as he drawls a bored: 'Don't know what you're talking about.' before turning to shut the door. Yawning, he stretches, lithe body pulling taught as he pulls up onto the balls of his feet and links his hands together over his head with straight locked elbows. 'You got tofu?'

You clench your jaw shut when it falls ajar and quickly avert your gaze in favour of unpacking your bag onto his low-set coffee table. 'What do you take me for?'

Padding over to the couch, he tosses himself down with a groan and tugs on the back of your shirt. As soon as you turn, peering over your shoulder with an arched eyebrow he reaches out with his palms and grabs at the air repeatedly.

'Didn't your mother teach you how to use words?'

He makes the gesture again, a grin slowly stealing his lip.

Shaking your head, you collect the few items you'd ordered for him together before dropping them into his hands.

There's a beat as he rifles through his stash and then, he's huffing and yanking a large cup from the center of the pile. 'You got tea, too?'

'Usual for now, chamomile for later.'

Shinso groans as soon as he finishes taking a long, drawn out sip from the edge and lets his head loll back against the sofa. 'You're a dream come fucking true.'

You chuckle, sifting through the bags until you find your own meal and set it on your lap. 'Are you talking to me or your tea?' From the corner of your eye you watch him smirk and press a kiss the side of his cup.

'My tea... Who else?'

Rolling your eyes, you poke around in your small take-out box hoping that the distraction will soothe the butterflies in your stomach. Your cheeks are heating, your limbs light and tingly as you steal another sideways glance at your partner.

'So...' Shinso catches your eye and straightens up. 'When do you wanna start, y'know...'

You swallow, watching the way the muscles in his shoulders and arms flex as he gets comfortable again. It's hard not to stare. Especially, when he's sat in front of you, lazy and relaxed with no shirt and his sweat-pants so low on his hips the elastic of his boxers is clearly visible. 'Huh?'

'… Going over the mission?' Leaning forward, he digs his elbows into his knees and furrows his eyebrows. The fat over his abs bunches, rolling adorably. 'You okay?'

'Yeah... Yeah.' You force a smile to your lips and shake yourself, trying not to look at his stomach and think about how his skin would taste. 'You wanna start now?'

'Right.' Stuffing a mouthful of rice into his face, Shinso shifts his food onto the coffee table and stands. He wipes his hands on his sweat pants, inadvertently pushing them further down his hips as he pads off towards his home office.

It takes a second for you to steady your heart, a palm pressed to your sternum telling you that you're a few beats shy of almost passing out as you bite your lip. The thick scratch marks down Shinso's spine are bright red and harsh, standing out vividly against his skin and dipping low into his underwear. They make your mind drift, wondering just what it would be like to leave your own marks...

'So -.'

You jump when he reappears, too caught up in your day dreaming to notice him.

Shinso stops, smiling. There's a collection of folders in his arms, binders and loose files piled high, along with a collection of discs and his mask that balances awkwardly atop the pile. The weight makes his biceps bulge. 'What's got you so distracted?'

'Huh?' Clearing your throat, you blink. 'Just – just thinking about the case.'

A wry smile takes hold of his lip, but even though he doesn't believe you he doesn't push. Instead, he skates around the front of the sofa and sits himself back down with a soft: umphf. Scattering the folders on the cushions between you, he plucks his food back from the table and re-fills his cheeks. 'That's everything, knock yourself out.'

You hum and wipe your hands on one of the small, brown napkins before digging into the mess of files. In many ways, Shinso is the perfect partner. The papers are organised perfectly, dates and times ordered, reports immaculately filled out and all the research stapled together to stop it from getting lost or mixed up. You look up, chewing on your lip as a warmth blooms once more in your stomach to see...

Shinso's eyes almost roll clean into the back of his head when he takes a bite of the sweet pastry you'd sneaked into his breakfast order. There's crumbs on his lips, the skin wet and rosy from where he's licked them. A groan breaches his mouth, the dull timbre vibrating in the back of his throat and making his Adam's apple shake.

In many ways, Shinso is the perfect partner, but in other's he's the worst.

'Can you, like, not.' An all too familiar rush of heat makes its way up through your stomach making you want to curl over around it. Clenching your jaw, you suck at the sides of your cheeks and will the heat not to drift lower.

'What?' He speaks around a mouthful, cheeks puffed out, all evidence of his former seduction wilting quickly as he tries to chew.

'N – Nothing, just...' You swallow and attempt to roll your eyes, adverting your gaze, but get caught as he anxiously licks his lips again.

His eyebrows raise, concern etching itself onto his soft cheeks. 'Have I got something on my face?'

'No.'

'My chest? I haven't managed to drip...'

'No.'

'Why're you staring then?' He blinks.

Finally managing you wrench your gaze from him, you glare at the folders on the couch. ''m not staring.'

Shinso wriggles closer, a smirk itching at his lip. 'You were.'

'Can we just get on with this?' Snapping your eyes back up to him, you sigh. There's something wriggling in your stomach, something that only seems to worsen when his look of smugness transforms into one of reservation.

'Yeah. Sure...' Twisting, he slips his meal back onto the coffee table before taking up his mask. He fiddles with the dials on it, large, calloused hands looking almost dainty as he manipulates the metal making it click dull into the new silence of the room.

You try not to sound dejected when he falls straight back into work mode. His shoulders are still relaxed, but there's a new tension making the vicious scratches on his shoulders look taught and angry. There's a littering of bruises too, still purple and fresh scattered down the side of his neck – only visible when he tilts his head just right. It makes your stomach flip. ‘We need the voice mod frequencies you where using too…’

Shinso nods, pulling the mask onto his face he secures it quickly and hauls in a breath before... 'This was the -' Bakugo’s voice sifts through the air, pushed easily through the metal bars of Shinso’s mask with an airy breath. His eyes are dragged wide, a soft blush peaking out from above the edges of the voice modulator. He laughs, attempting to break the tension, but winces as soon as Bakugo's harsh snorting leaps into the air from his mouth. Unbuckling the mask, Shinso slips it off of his face to reveal reddening cheeks. He looks caught, like a child preparing to be scolded.

You tilt your head, feeling a rush of something cold trickle down your spine. 'Why'd you do it?'

'What?'

'Fuck people who want you to pretend you're someone else.'

Shinso blanches, the redness of his cheeks quickly vanishing back into the paleness of his skin as he blinks. Swallowing, he sinks into the couch, turning just enough to press his entire back to the cushions. When he speaks, it's quiet, but firm. 'I'm helping them.'

You shake your head. 'You're hurting yourself.'

He shrugs. 'Are we going to go through the report, or -.'

Part of you wants to push, wants to force him to explain... but, you drop it when you notice that he's knotting his hands in his lap. His knuckles look red, raw from where he's bending them around each other. You grit your teeth. Then, before you can think better of it, you reach out leaning across the folders between you to prise his hands from one another, stopping his twisting. He let's you take his hand with surprising ease, replacing his own fingers with your own as you press your palm to his and entwine your digits.

Staring at your hand, encased in his as it sits in his lap, Shinso feels his heart stutter in his chest. Feeling your touch loosen his tongue, he keeps his eyes trained on your hands when he lets his jaw drop to speak. 'Me and Kirishima...' He starts. 'We haven't been... It's only been a few months.'

You hum. 'He wasn't the first?'

Shinso shakes his head and chuckles. 'Nah...' Shifting his grip, he resists the urge to brush his thumb across the soft skin of your hand. 'Uraraka.'

'What?'

'It was Uraraka. The first one, the one who... Y'know.' He chuckles, but there's no humour under his words. 'She was trying to get over Midoriya before... Well, before they figured their shit out.'

'That's...' Your nose wrinkles. 'And you said, yes?'

'Seemed like a good idea at the time... Didn't expect it to, y'know, turn into a whole thing.'

Lifting your thumb, you brush it across the back of his hand and shuffle until the folders are digging into both of your thighs. 'But, doesn't it -.'

'I don't really think about it any more.' Despite himself, Shinso finds himself sinking further into the touch. He drags his eyes up, following the flow of your body from hand, to wrist, to elbow and shoulder until his gaze is dragging across the plain of your neck and settling on your lips. 'It's just sex.'

'...Where you pretend to be other people.'

'Role play is a thing.' For the first time in a while, a smile tugs at his lip. He squeezes your hand.

You let his smile infect you, bringing one to your own lips before curiosity is itching at the back of your neck once again. 'When was the last time you didn't use it?'

'The modulator?' He blows air of out his nose and whistles low. 'Uh... Maybe -.'

You arc an eyebrow and reach over him, pinching at his elbow with you empty hand. 'You can't remember, can you?'

He flinches, but chuckles. 'I can, I can – I just...'

You pinch him again. 'Don't lie.'

'Just let me think!'

And again. 'You're thinking up a lie.'

Twisting himself, he snatches at your hand and wraps a palm around your wrist. 'So what if I am?'

Rolling your eyes, you play at his hand with your fingertips, routinely lifting each digit and putting it back down with a soft little tap. 'You're insufferable...' You twist your wrist in his grasp until you can get hold of his forearm. 'Why won't you give me a straight answer?'

A cold chill breaks out across his shoulders when your question hits him, but it melts easily off of his shoulders when he catches your eye, replaced by an awkward smile. He wants to tell you, to open up his stomach and spill his guts, but he can't. The words jam in his throat, caught below the idea of appearing pathetic to... Well, to you.

'Just spit it out... Shin, it's just me... I -.'

He groans. That's the problem, he thinks.

'C'mon, it's hardly as if you can't get laid without it. I mean, fucking look at you...' You giggle, eyebrows raising high off of your forehead. 'You can't not know you're hot.'

Shinso's mouth drops open.

'Oh, fuck off, Shin. I've been sat here trying not to drip onto your damn couch because you're just wondering around with no shirt on...' You slip your hand from his and gesture at him, voice slowly growing more animated as his eyebrows somehow migrate higher into his hair line. 'And those pants are so low I can practically see the start of your cock, so I don't know where you get off trying to -.' You yelp, flinching back when Shinso leans over to wrap a large hand around your jaw, effectively silencing you.

'Really?'

With your cheeks pressed together, your words come out awkward and slurred. 'Huh?'

'You...' He licks his lips. 'You think, that I'm – me – I -.'

'Hot, yes... How're you struggling with this?'

'But...' Shaking his head, Shinso releases your chin. 'We work together.'

'Yeah.' A chuckle leaves your lips as you mourn the heat of his hand on your skin. You're tempted to chase it, to press your cheeks back into his palm, but you don't. 'So you can imagine how hard my life is...'

A smile creases Shinso's mouth, lips stretching wide as something curious creeps into his eyes. 'Would you want to...'

'Want to...'

He rolls his eyes so hard the strain burns. 'You've just admitted that you're wet -.'

You squeak and hit him. 'It was hyperbole.'

'So, you don't want to fuck me then?'

Licking at your teeth, you squirm. 'I didn't say that.'

'So...' Shuffling, he untangles his hand from yours and snatches his mask from the table. His hands manipulate the buckles, twisting and turning until they unlatch and he can raise it to his face. 'Who do you want me to be?'

Your shoulders sag. There's a stone in your stomach, one that only sinks deeper as you watch him hold the modulator over his cheek bones.

'You already know I do a pretty good Bakugo...' He fiddles with the dials at the sides of his mask. 'Or... I could do: Todoroki?' This time, when his voice slips into your ears its encased in ice. Todoroki's flat tone is a weird comparison beside Shinso's natural lazy drawl. 'Or...' Giving one of the dials a decent turn and causing the machine to whirr horribly, he coughs twice before... 'I could be Midoriya?'

Your nose wrinkles.

'Definitely not Midoriya, then...' Instantly, his hands are back twisting at his mask, but before he can spit out another foreign voice your hand is covering the front of his masks grill.

''Toshi...' Shifting closer, you move the folders that separate you and test the waters by laying a soft hand on his shoulder. He presses into your touch, which bolsters your confidence encouraging you to swing a leg over his hips. You come down softly at either side of his thighs and catch his jaw in your hands tossing the mask off to the side to reveal his face again. 'I don't want you to be anyone else...' You smile, pressing in close until you can feel his breath hitch against your lips. '… I want you.'

'Holy shit.' In his chest, his heart races beating an odd beat against his ribs as he sinks into the couch. He doesn't know what to do with his hands, doesn't know what to say or how to breathe. 'I -.'

'I just want you, 'Toshi.'

For the first time in a long time, Shinso doesn't have to think before he acts. There's no thought behind the way he reaches for your waist and kneads at your skin in his hands, no wondering if he's acting like the person he's pretending to be, if the movement matches the voice. No. Instead, he acts. Just acts. Surging forward, he cranes his neck to kiss you and swallows down the soft moan you grant him when your lips touch his.

There's something easy in kissing him. Your lips knead against his, stealing soft gasps as you rock yourself deeper into his lap. Your pelvis meets his, the thin material of your pants doing nothing to cushion the growing swell poorly hidden in his sweatpants. Pulling back for half a second, you let your forehead rest against his. Your heart is beating out of your chest, the thin later of muscle and bone separating it from your skin seeming more fragile by the second as you wriggle, paused and nervous. 'Don't you want me too?'

'Yeah.' Shinso leans up, forcing you back on his thighs, but before you can get far he's wrapping his arms around you and pulling you flush against his chest. 'Fuck, yes.'

A smile tickles your lip as he echoes your expression. You feel it, the grin, on your chin and neck as he pecks at your skin. The first kiss he litters on your body is at the turn of your jaw and dry. The second, wetter – thanks to a quick lick of his lips - is placed gently along the line of your pulse. The third however, isn't a kiss at all. Starting at the base of your neck, he licks a thick, long stripe from the plain of your shoulder to the edge of your ear.

'Can feel your heartbeat...' He mumbles, lips pressed to you skin. The dull thumbing of your heart radiates through his skin, each beat like a siren call as he wonders how worked up he can get you. 'Feels like you're a little excited.'

You chuckle, but rock forward making sure that your pelvis presses heavily over his hardness. A gasp leaps from his throat for your trouble. 'Feels like I'm not the only one.'

He hums and bucks, forcing you to feel more of his cock. His hands squeeze at your waist, palms flattening as they slip down your back with his fingers playing at your spine. Slipping his hands half-underneath your ass, he gropes at you kneading the flesh before sitting up straighter. 'You keep on like this and we're not gonna get to my bedroom, baby.'

Reaching behind you, you prise his hands from your ass and slip off of his lap. His forwardness has you eager, your body already flaming and desperate, but as the mood steadily grows heavier you come to one, startling realisation... It's Tuesday.

He reaches for you, fingers brushing the skin of your wrist as if to pull you closer once more, but before he can gain purchase on your limb you're taking a solid step backwards.

'Best get moving then...' Tilting your head, you offer him nothing but a coy smile and a raised eyebrow before darting off in the direction of his bedroom.

'Oi!' He's on his feet in an instant, eyes wide with a chuckle on his tongue as his socked feet and hard cock make a mischief of trying to catch you. 'Come here you little shit!' Slipping, he skids around the side of the couch and all but tumbles down the corridor after you, only to have his own bedroom door slammed in his face. 'Oi – what...' Pushing against it, he's surprised to meet resistance. 'Baby?'

Behind the door, the pet name makes you shiver, but there's no time to indulge the tingling that seeps through your stomach as you flick open your pants and fight with the hem of your shirt. 'One second...'

'You're -.' The door handle jiggles. 'You're in my room. I thought – I don't know what kind of sex you've been having, but I don't really get how I'm supposed to fuck you through the door.'

'You're not!'

He presses a shoulder to the door, pushing a little harder against it. Whatever you've jammed behind it is already giving. 'Then let me in...'

'In a second.' Struggling still, you're almost all the way out of your t-shirt when the door slams open, revealing a confused and slightly panting Shinso.

'What...' He hauls in a breath. 'Was all that about...'

'I -.' Biting at your lip, you try and swallow the embarrassment coiling in your stomach. Your whole face is burning, you can feel it even obscured by the bulk of your shirt as it sticks to your elbows and shields your face.

Slowly, he pads towards you. Taking hold of the hem of your shirt, he peels it upwards and grins crooked when you finally reappear. With your t-shirt in his hands, he thumbs at the material. 'What's all this about?'

Your hands cover your chest.

'If you don't want to -.'

'No...' It leaves your lips as a shout, louder than you had intended.

'Okay. So... What's with the...' He gestures you with your shirt. 'Y'know.'

'You can't laugh.'

'At what?'

Hauling in a breath, you squeeze your eyes shut. There's hardly any hiding now anyway. Gingerly, you remove your hands from your chest and slip your thumbs into the open waistband of your pants, slipping them down your legs. 'I didn't know that... Y'know, and – Well, I'm not exactly -.' Your explanation is cut short when cold fingertips meet your hip.

'Is that a hole?'

'No.' You squeak and swat at him, batting his hand away from what is definitely a hole in the seam of your underwear. 'Yes... I – I've been working overtime and with this stupid mission I haven't had time to go shopping and -.'

This time, when Shinso touches you, he drops your t-shirt to place both hands on your hips. His thumbs brush across your skin just above your underwear. 'That's what this was about?'

You nod, biting viciously at the inside of your cheek. 'I kind of...' Swallowing a chuckle, you look down at your feet. 'I kind of wanted to be sexy... Not -.'

'You are sexy...' Releasing your hip with one hand, he places it under your jaw to tilt your head back up. 'Even with holes in your underwear.'

Part of you wants to snap back, to deny him and call him a liar, but that's hard when he's looking at you like he wants to devour you. His eyes are dark pits, molten and burning as he tears his gaze hungrily across your body. Tip-toeing slightly, you press your nose to his – a silent request.

He grants you it easily, letting your lips come together. His hand return to roaming, slipping down your back and cupping your ass to give it another healthy squeeze. When he pulls away, his eyebrows are furrowed. 'Have these got writing on?'

'No – I.'

A broken chuckle escapes his mouth when he grabs your arm and spins you on the spot. His eyes land on your ass, the plush flesh wrapped in green cotton that has definitely seen better days – the word: 'Tuesday' written in faded gold right across your cheeks.

'Stop laughing at me...' You whine.

'Not laughing...' His voice is smoky as he places a kiss on your shoulder. 'Just admiring.'

The slap that meets your ass is hard enough to sting. You gasp and tilt forward, only to be caught by strong arms wrapping around you. With his chest presses to your back, you're free to grind against the cock pressing to your ass – earning yourself your own chuffed moan of appreciation.

'Appreciating...' Purring over your shoulder, he kneads your ass in his hands. 'You have a great ass, you know.'

'Your sudden obsession with it might have given that away...' A soft kiss is placed on your shoulder, making you stretch out your neck. Your cunt flutters, heartbeat causing it to drool straight into your underwear as Shinso continues to grope at you and litter kisses up and down your neck.

Letting his hands reluctantly drift back up your sides, Shinso leans back just enough to unclasp your bra and slip it from your shoulders before spinning you until you’re chest to chest again. He urges you backwards, slow steps pushing you closer and closer to the edge of his bed until, with a squeak, you fall backwards onto it. You're barely given a second to bounce before there's a knee at your hip and his body is towering over you.

You reach out, fingers pressing to the skin of his chest as you trail soft touches down his stomach. It makes your stomach tense and flutter, being able to feel him like this. Each hard ridge of muscle is cushioned, layered gently with fat the squishes under your hands. Dragging your nails back up his chest, you thumb at his nipples and earn yourself a sharp groan.

'Fuck.' With his head rocking back on his shoulders, Shinso makes a place for himself between your thighs. Hauling them up, he encourages you to cling to his waist as you play at him earning more moans from his throat.

Licking your lips, you lean up to press your lips to the cleft of his pecs. 'You like that?'

'What? Me moaning isn't enough?' He snarks.

'Maybe I just want to hear more?' Laying out your tongue, you press the flat to a nipple and flick at it making sure to keep your eyes on his. The bump of his Adam's apple bobs, locking away a whine that makes his whole body shake. Wrapping your legs around him tighter, you dig the heel of your foot into his ass to press him close making him feel how wet you are even through the layers still separating you.

Shinso hisses. Snatching at your hands, he pins them above your head against the mattress in one of his. He smirks before dipping his head to your chest and treating you in kind. Kissing at the highest point of your breast, he takes his time working his way down to your nipple. His teeth graze your skin making you buck and wrap around him tighter as your chest arcs from the bed, but even if you wanted to escape, you're not sure you'd be able.

Just by tasting your skin, Shinso knows he's done for. Sucking a bruise into tit, he finally lets his mouth wrap around your nipple. A chorus of moans flood his ears making his cock kick in his sweats. Already he can feel the simmering heat in his stomach bubbling.

You grind against him, cunt searching for a friction it can't find as you roll against him again and again while forcing his hips flush with yours.

You feel good, almost too good. Shinso pulls back. He's no stranger to sex. There's barely a week when he doesn't have at least someone anxious to join him in bed and yet, now, he finds himself paused. Something vicious wriggles in his stomach, sharp thoughts poking at the soft sides of his mind.

Usually, he takes his lovers from behind. It works better that way... If they can't see him. Allows them to squeeze shut their eyes and lose themselves to the feel, to the voice of their choosing that snakes into their ears after being warped by his mask. It allows them to forget that it's really Shinso that they're sleeping with.

In this position, with you on your back underneath him, he can see everything. Not just your tits, that sit perfect and inviting barely a foot from his lips, or your throat and the way it hollows as you gulp down air, preparing the next pretty sound you'll let free, but your face. It's your eyes that do it. The cupid's bow of your lips and the easy fall of your mouth is tantalising, but it's nothing compared to the raw and complete lust that burns in bright iris' as you look at him.

Him.

It makes him feel hot and suddenly, he becomes frighteningly aware that when the final throws of pleasure slip from his tongue, it is his voice you'll be hearing.

'Shin...' You mumble, eyes searching his face as you watch his cheeks pinken while the rest of the colour slips from his features. 'Hitoshi...'

'Are...' Gulping, he lets the pit in his stomach eat away at him. 'Are you sure you don't want me to get my mask?'

Your eyebrows knit as the hand wrapped around your wrists keeping you down loosens.

'I could do -.' He's half way up, hands now placed on your calves as he moves to try and wriggle entirely from your hold.

''Toshi.' You follow him, unhooking your legs from his waist to let him sit on his haunches at the end of the bed.

'My Grand is a bit rusty, but -.'

''Toshi.' Reaching out, you cup his cheek and brush a thumb across his skin. 'If I wanted to fuck Bakugo or Todoroki or Shindo... I'd be in one of their beds right now, not yours.'

His mouth drops open. He wants to believe you, wants to be able to submit to the fluttering in his stomach, but -.

'Stop it.'

He blinks.

'I want you, 'Toshi... Just you -.' Shuffling closer, you bump your nose to his and fold your knees until they box in his hips. 'Let me show you... Please. Let me prove it.'

Your eyes swell, iris' bursting as he finds himself unable to turn away. His cock is still hard and bobbing, unperturbed by his emotional dilemma as he slowly lets himself melt into you. It's a new feeling, this, being wanted... Being seen, but as he watches your gaze eat hungrily at his features he can't help, but allow himself to believe you, just a little. 'Okay...'

A smile almost ruins your next kiss as you bring your lips together slow. Linking your hands around the back of his neck, you urge him down until your body is covered by his once more. 'Take your pants off...' You mumble against his mouth. 'Let me see you.'

He hauls in a breath, but consents moving only far enough away to be able to awkwardly shuffle out of his pants. They're tossed aside, his underwear too in the vague direction of his washing basket leaving him bare to you. His hands skate up the outside of your thigh, thumb slipping under the hem of yours. 'Can I?'

You lift your hips in answer and let him strip you, although his hands are gripping your hips where the elastic had been moments before.

'You're so fucking pretty.' Shuffling on his knees, he straddles one of your thighs and inches closer.

Biting your lip, you share your gaze between the wildness in his eyes and the heaviness of his cock. He's not the biggest you've ever seen, but solid and lithe. Longer than he is thick, his pale skin darkens as it reaches the tip where it glosses a deep rose and leaks in translucent droplets that dip against your stomach. Winding violet veins weave their way down his shaft, pulsing slightly with each twitch of his cock before vanishing entirely into a wiry mess of purple pubic hair that runs from his base all the way up to his belly button thinning as it goes. ''Toshi...' You whine.

He shivers, breathless, cock kicking again. 'Yeah?'

Releasing his neck, you slip a hand down your body and skate a feather-light touch along his cock before reaching the mound of your cunt. You make sure his eyes have followed your hand, glowing orbs locked on the stickiness you spread for him between stretched fingers. 'Touch me...'

There's no telling him twice. His thumb taps at your clit causing a shock of pleasure to shoot down your spine. Rotating his finger slightly, he rubs at you until his skin dampens with your slick and then, he's slipping down, down, down.

He stretches you out with two fingers but despite his being larger than your own – it isn't enough. You writhe and roll your hips, attempting to force him deeper, but each of your efforts reward you with nothing. 'Hitoshi... Hitoshi, I need more.'

His stomach tenses, something spinning in his chest as the sound of his own name slips your lips. It's music – something he'd never thought he'd hear and coming from you... Well, he doesn't think he'll let anyone else say his name again now. Licking his lips as spit collects in his mouth, he still somehow finds his mouth dry when he asks: 'Say my name. Say my name again and I'll give you anything you want.'

'Hitoshi...'

'Again.' He curls his fingers.

Struggling to keep your eyes on him, you feel the coil in your stomach tighten. 'Hit – oshi...'

'Fuck...'

You almost whimper when he pulls his fingers from your cunt. His absence burns, making you desperate, but the soft kiss of his cock against your folds is enough to lock the noise back behind your teeth.

'You want it?' He rubs his tip against your clit, smearing both of your stickiness together.

Nodding, your hands snap around his elbow as he curves himself over you and presses in. The first inch feels like heaven. He carves you out, forcing your body to submit to his as he feeds you more and more.

Shinso shifts, rocking his hips just enough to bottom out as he encourages one of your thighs up and holds it close to his chest. The position lets him sink in an extra inch and he revels in the dul hiss it earns from between your teeth. His other hand falls to your clit, massaging barely-there circles into your skin as he begins to move.

'Shit...' Pleasure fizzes impossibly in your stomach, your whole body burning as you press your shoulders back and into the pillow under your head. 'Feel so good... Just – just like that 'Toshi.'

Preening under your praise, he thrusts into you harder while keeping his touch on your clit light. You feel divine wrapped around his cock, tight and warm and squeezing him so perfectly that it's hard for him to keep a set pace. Fixated on the connection of your bodies, he watches how you swallow him down, cunt hungry as you take everything he's willing to give, but his breath is stolen from his lungs when his eyes flicker to your face.

'Shit, 'Toshi... Ha – Harder...'

Your eyes have glossed over, wet lashes glowing faintly as you struggle to keep your eyes on him. He can see it, the urge to let your body snap back and curl, but you fight it. There's nothing, but pleasure glowing on your cheeks, making you look like a vision. A vision he wants to see come undone. Adding more pressure to your clit, he makes sure each of his strokes hits the sponginess inside of you, earning more babbling moans. 'Don't...' He clenches his jaw, feeling his balls pull up and tight. 'Don't know how much longer I'm going to -.'

'Close.' You choke. There's a static in your mind as Shinso somehow shoves you closer to the edge. It takes barely a minute before you feel the tell-tale rush, the blinding pleasure that has your cunt pulsing and beckoning him to a mutual end. A dull scream is torn from your throat, hands balling in the sheets beside your head as he fucks you through your orgasm and almost makes your vision blank.

'I'm – I -.' His chest heaves as he tries to rein himself in, even with his hips still frantically rutting into you. 'Where... Shit – where do you want me, me to -.'

Curling upwards, you drop your leg from his chest and wrap it around the back of his waist forcing him flush against your pelvis. He pulls out, despite the pulse of your cunt, but before he can wriggle more than a few inches free you're tensing your leg and urging him back in.

'Shit. Baby, baby, I can't – I'm gonna – Gonna cum in – ins -' It isn't panic that zips down his spine when he finds his cock spilling while still buried deep inside of you, instead, his whole stomach fills with heat. There's something about filling you that clouds his vision and turns him stupid, allowed to think of nothing that isn't your body and how well it takes his. Tipping forward, he braces himself at either side of your shoulders and lets his forehead rest to yours.

It's ethereal, watching him come apart as you swallow each of his needy pants and whines. He's shivering, cock still pulsing and spreading white in your cunt as you wrap your arms around him and cling. One of your hands slips into his hair, nails scratching and tugging, forcing more stuttering moans out of his mouth.

You won't look away, eyes burring into his as he feels his entire body grow heavy and pleasure fade to his fingertips. It's takes a while for him to come back to himself, for his cock to settle and his breathing to level out again, but when he does... You're still looking at him.

'You look beautiful when you cum.' You itch at the base of his skull and smile.

His chest expands. It's strange, he thinks, he quite likes being looked at by you. Your touch is soft as you trail fingers down his spine and he's helpless not to sink into it. 'Yeah?'

'Yeah...' You press a kiss to his lips. 'Sound pretty good too.'

A blush blooms on his cheeks causing him to shuffle back. His cock slips free, bringing with it a gentle flood of cum that has him somehow, blushing deeper. 'I – uh...'

'Still think I want you to wear that stupid mask?' Cocking an eyebrow, you pull him back down and tangle your limbs as soon as he hits the mattress beside you. You settle against his chest, his arms looping around your shoulders as a smile tugs at his lip and a dull chuckle vibrates in the back of his throat.

'You might have convinced me.' He presses a kiss to your forehead.

'I can fuck you again if it'd help?'

'You know what?' Tilting his head, he shifts you until his hand can travel down your side gripping at your flesh as he goes. Rounding the turn of your hip, he lays one, hard slap against your ass. 'It might.'

You squeak, jolting against him, but nip at the turn of his neck in retaliation. He groans, settling to take a grip of your ass to squeeze instead.

'Hey, baby...' Shinso noses your cheek.

'Mmm?'

He taps your ass. 'Isn't it Saturday?'

-> Masterlist

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[welldonebeca]

Android Hero (1)

Summary: Worried about your well-being, your sister convinces you to accept the robot your company has been given. Steven cooks, cleans and takes care of everything you might need in your house. When you jokingly suggest that he start making the decisions on your life, your relationship changes to something very different. His program really is irrelevant. aka.: Obsessed robot boyfriend Steve. WC: 900+ words Warnings: Future AU. Robot!Steve. Underlying angst, I think.

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You took your coat off as you walked into your house, grunting as you hung it by the door, expecting the mess you had left behind before work to be waiting for you, but stopped midway when you inhaled the clean smell of lavender in the room.

Oh. Of course. You had someone to clean up for you now.

You still had no idea why Wanda insisted you take this company gift. In fact, you were starting to think it was less of a gift, but more something to pawn off into someone else’s hands.

Your company was gifted the first line of androids from Stark Industries, one of your tech partners, and they were apparently a little bit of everything. A walking-talking Alexa who can also do your chores and maintain conversations with you naturally.

They were called Android Heroes, a very pretentious name.

"It can help you around the house," Wanda had said when trying to convince you. "I know you... Struggle with chores. And self-care. Maybe it will keep Pietro off your back."

Your older siblings were very protective of you. Too protective, sometimes.

It was annoying, especially considering you were too close in age for them to hold any wise years over you, but between then, Pietro was the worst.

"Right on time, miss Maximoff," you heard as you walked to the kitchen.

This model was Steven. Steve, he told you he liked to be called.

So you did, as much as it sounded weird to you.

He worked well, knew your schedule to a T and made sure to work with your needs.

"What are you making?" you asked.

He flipped the fish in the pan.

"You need some extra protein today," he said simply. "The executive meeting this morning was too early, and since you didn't finish your breakfast, I thought your favourite meal would be a good mixture of nutrients and comfort food."

You nodded along.

"Thank you, Steve. Let me just get out of my work clothes."

You walked out of the kitchen, and he threw you a look on your way.

"I already left your loungewear at your bed," he affirmed. "I figured you were feeling like wearing green today."

You looked down at your black shirt, confused, and opened the door to find your green pyjamas waiting for you.

Dammit, he was right.

You slipped them on, and by the time you were comfortable, he had already set your plate of food on the table.

A single serving.

You took a seat, trying not to sigh.

There was only so much he could do. It wasn't Steve's fault you were the only one who could eat between you two.

You took your first bite and moaned at the flavour.

If there was something you had learned in the last three weeks was that no one could make food as good - for you, at least - as Steven.

“This is so good,” you praised him. “Steve!”

He smiled, so genuinely that it crinkled the corner of his baby blue eyes.

“I’m glad you like it,” he nodded. “Enjoy your meal, Miss Maximoff.”

He stepped to leave, but you interrupted him.

"Wait," you called. "Where are you going?"

"I need to wash and iron your clothes for tomorrow, miss," he explained.

Miss. Always calling you Miss.

Couldn't he sit and be a little more? Talk a little bit?

"Well, that can be done later," you tried to reason.

Steven watched your face for a moment, tilting his head.

"Would you like my company, Miss Maximoff?"

You almost scoffed, feeling patronised, but didn't. He was only doing what he was programmed for.

He was programmed to make you happy, after all.

So, you took another bite of your meal.

"Let me tell you about that meeting," you sighed, at last.

And you talked, telling him all about it throughout your meal, and even after, when you were done and followed him as he washed the dishes. He was a very attentive listener.

"If I may offer an opinion," he interrupted you suddenly.

Your eyes widened. He had never done this before.

"Yes?"

"Have you considered taking some time off?"

You almost laughed in his face - you absolutely wanted to.

"And do what?" you asked.

Your work was your only life.

"It's... It's my family business, Steve," you tried to explain. "I can't just take time off. Wanda and Pietro need me."

But he turned to you with curiosity on his face.

"Is it really about your siblings ?" he asked. "Or something else?"

You just arched him an eyebrow.

"Humans are social creatures," he pointed out. "Work is the only place where you get your social needs met."

You scoffed.

He was too smart for his own good.

"You have no close network outside your family," he continued. "That can't be good for social relationships."

You stared at him, offended.

“Are you saying I don’t have friends?”

Steven turned to you, either blissfully ignorant of your reaction or just uncaring for it.

"Technically speaking, yes," he confirmed. "You have no friends."

Not so technically anymore now, okay.

"Well, since you think you know what's best, you tell me what to do," you sassed.

He frowned, a little confused.

"Tell you what to do?" he repeated.

"Yes," you confirmed. "You are an android with all the internet inside you. So you decide what's best."

How bad could that even be?

He stared at you for a solid minute, as if processing the information behind his eyes, and finally nodded in comprehension, at last.

"Your wish is my command, miss Maximoff," he decided, voice almost sultry now.

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[snailsbigrace]

You Are Enough

A/N: My first ever post so I hope it's not too bad!

Pairing: Pro Hero! Izuku Midoriya x Gn! Reader

Warnings: None!

Genre: Angst + Fluff

Summary: You're not feeling the greatest about yourself, but Izuku helps

Word Count: 1.5k

Izuku was sitting uncomfortably in the chair in his office, typing away on his keyboard. It was a late night of answering emails that he had to fill out so he could get home to you, his loving partner. He stood up when he finished, letting out a groan as he stretched. He picked up his duffle bag which inside held his hero costume.

The drive home was a long one, he couldn’t wait to get home, take a shower and relax. When he got home he forced himself to wake up slightly, so when you saw him, he’d be full of energy, like he always seemed to be. He stepped out his car and quickly grabbed all he needed so he could get inside as soon as possible

“Baby, I’m home!” He called out, hoping he’d hear an answer. But none came. It was weird enough that you weren’t waiting for him, you usually were. Of course that’d be okay, maybe you could’ve been doing something at the moment, plus, sometimes he didn’t come home at the time he said he would. He had definitely missed the mark today, being more than a few hours late. But you didn’t even bother to answer him, that was extremely unlike you. He dropped his bag on the floor near the couch, walking around the house to find you and where you could be. No food had been made, not from what he saw, nothing was out of place, and there was no you. You were not around. “Honey? Are you home?” He questioned, checking in the bedroom, but you were not there. He sighed. Where were you? Maybe you weren’t home? That had to be it. He decided a shower was in order, he couldn’t think like this. His brain was all fuzzy after using it all day. He grabbed a tank top and headed towards the bathroom, hoping to relieve himself of the stress that had been looming over his body. When his hand grabbed hold of the door handle he heard a loud sob come from the bathroom. He paused and tensed up. It was you, it had to be you. He slowly opened the door, it let out a small creek. He saw you. You were on the floor, you were wearing shorts and you had no shirt on. Your eyes were puffy from crying. You froze up when you heard the door open. 

“‘Zu?... ‘Zuku?” You asked even though you knew it was him. It was just your luck. Of course he had to find you now out of all the times he could’ve found you. You quickly tried to wipe away your tears as the hero approached you, crouching down to your level. His warm hand found its way to your shoulder. You were cold, a lot colder than normal. You bite your lip, trying to stop warm blobs of water from falling from your eyes. “I- I’m sorry.” You mumble out. His brows furrow, trying to figure out what's wrong.

“What’s wrong Baby? What happened?” He questioned, sitting on the cold, tile floor, deciding to pull you onto his lap hoping that his body heat would warm you up. His arms were kept tightly wrapped around your waist. You accepted his embrace, quickly resting your face against his chest, taking in the smell of his cologne. It was a smell that helped calm you, just as it always seemed to. It was him, it was always him.

“I- if I tell you, do- do you promise not to get m- mad?” You hiccuped, scared that someone like him, someone who was so used to being hurt and distraught would find your sources of pain to be nothing. Even though you knew better, he had told you many times that he’ll be there for you, that anything that makes you upset like this is valid and that everyone's sources of pain are different. It was hard to believe him sometimes, and he was painfully aware of that.

“Of course I won’t get mad Sweetness. I could never get mad at you, you know that.” He sighed softly, rubbing soothing circles on your lower back. “Now, will you please tell me what's wrong?” You pulled your face away from him, needing to be able to answer him clearly so that you wouldn’t have to repeat it to him over and over. You look up at him and his heart just freezes over and shatters into a million pieces. He’s never seen you this pained before and he wishes that he could make it so you never feel pain ever again. But he knows he can’t, but he’ll try his hardest if it means helping his baby

“I- I was going to take a shower, and- and when I took my shirt off I just- I just didn’t like what I saw!” You sobbed out, your face finding its rightful spot against his chest again. You grabbed at his sweater, tugging at it for dear life, trying to remind yourself that he was there and he would make it all better.

“Sweetheart…” His voice is somehow softer than before, trying to provide you with any sort of comfort. He didn’t say anything else, he just let you cry in his arms. You cried for what seemed like an eternity before your sobs turned to sniffles and your death grip on the hero loosened. You slowly looked up at him, your eyes still somehow filling up with tears but burning at the feeling of them slowly going down your face just to land on Izuku’s pants. He gives you one of the gentlest smiles you’ve ever seen. “You feeling any better?” He questions, eyes fixed on your own, never once looking away, until you look away, nodding your head slowly, wiping away the remaining tears as best as you can.

“‘Zuku? ‘M sorry… ‘M so ugly and- and-” Before you can finish he silences you with a kiss. It’s gentle and sweet, almost like if he kisses you too rough you’ll break like glass. After a moment he pulls away, cupping your cheek with his hand.

“Y/N, you are not ugly, nor are you stupid, or unflattering, or weak, or whatever else you might say to convince yourself that you’re not enough but I can tell you with all my heart that you are enough. I know that maybe you don’t want to believe me or just can’t believe me but I will repeat it for the rest of my life until you do. You are enough, you are amazing and talented and lovely and charming and funny and so much more that I could go on for hours naming. You are Y/N L/N. The greatest and by far the loveliest person in the whole wide universe.” He leans his head down to kiss your chest, and you giggle when he does so, his green curls tickling you. You can feel him smile against your skin. He presses a few more kisses to your chest before bringing his head back up to give you a lazy smile. You grab hold of some of his curls, yanking them. He’s caught off guard by the act and grits his teeth from the slight pain but chuckles a little after.

“That speech you made ‘Zuku? That was probably the most cliche and dorkiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.” You smile slightly, letting go of his hair and watching as the curls on his head bounce when your hand is no longer there to support them.

“It worked though, no?” He questions, giving you an interested look. He can’t help but smile when you do, that’s one more thing he loved about you, your smile was highly contagious and it infected him almost all the time.

“I mean- I guess so.” You roll your eyes dramatically with a groan, he’s just beaming now and you can’t help but notice. You give him a curious look, asking him silently what he was smiling for.

“I’m glad that I get to have you in my arms Sweetness, that’s all.” He mumbles as hides his face in where your shoulder and neck meet. You two just relax there for a few comfortable moments, just enjoying being with each other after a long and stressful day for both of you until finally you decided that you were going to get back to this shower business. You slipped out of his grasp, standing up on your legs which shook for a moment. He whined at the loss of warmth you provided him, but he too, slowly stood up. “You good there? You seem to have a case of the ol’ jelly legs.” He chuckles once more.

“Yeah, I’m alright. I’ve just been sitting for a while.” You shrug, looking at the hero, your hero. “Now I’m sorry to ruin this sweet moment I’d like to continue later in the form of cuddles in bed but I have to take a shower.” He gives you an understanding smile, happily nodding his head to agree with your idea but you can’t help but look at his curls, they always seemed so lively. Sometimes you thought they were more alive than him.

“Sounds good to me!” He agrees eagerly, walking out of the bathroom to give you your privacy, but before he closes the door he looks back at you, giving you one last reassuring smile. “Remember Sweetness, you are enough.” 

Thanks for reading! <3

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[idyllic-ghost]

a helping hand; mingyu x reader

request: Omg omg omg I just had this scenario in my head where like the reader and Mingyu are co-workers but enemies and do not get along but one day they both take the same subway home and it is unusually crowded and packed and the reader starts to get a bit uncomfortable with so many people and a bit claustrophobic. Mingyu notices it and takes the reader to a corner near the doors and like puts his hand on the wall to support himself while towering himself over her but still maintaining the necessary distance so that she gets some space from the crowd and it's just a very cute moment between them where they don't consider each other enemies for a moment. (requested by anon)

synopsis: your usually bitter coworker becomes your hero during a train ride home

a/n: sorry this one's so short, i have a lot of requests to get through!

warnings: crowds, social anxiety mentions, phobia for dark places

genre: coworker!au

word count: 1.4k

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"Please make a copy of these for me, Y/L/N," Mingyu said coldly as he walked past your desk and slammed a stack of papers down in front of you.

You glared daggers into your coworker's back as he walked away, not even paying attention to the stack of papers cluttering up your workspace. For as long as you had worked for this company, Kim Mingyu has been trying to make your life a living hell. He started just a month before you, but for some reason he had decided to take the role of your personal manager.

"Why can't you do it yourself, Mr. Kim?" you asked loudly, making him stop and turn back to you.

"I'm off on my lunch break, and we need a copy of those papers for our next meeting." He shrugged. "It's only logical that you take care of it."

"I think it would be more logical for you to finish all of your duties before going on break," you snapped back.

"You're a part of this team too, Y/L/N," he said. "We're supposed to work together."

With that, he walked away. You sighed and picked up the papers, making sure that they laid in a straight pile instead of a messy mass as he had left it. It was clear that Mingyu wouldn't be making those copies, and it needed to be done. If you tried to complain, it would likely only backfire, so you walked over to the copy machine and got to work. You couldn't wrap your head around what Kim Mingyu had against you. When you first met he seemed nice, social, and definitely not hard on the eyes - but you would never tell anyone that. He seemed like everyone's dream partner, work partner or otherwise, until he started being an asshole to you every chance he got. It wasn't blatant rudeness, but it was enough for you to notice.

Most of the things he did were just petty; like filling his coffee cup more than he should just so that he could take the last of the coffee from you, or making you run errands for the company by strategically putting himself to work before your supervisor could hand him the task. Because they weren't outright harmful acts, you couldn't complain about it without seeming petty yourself - resulting in you trying to be petty in response.

After your last meeting, you started packing up and making your way home. Both you and Mingyu took the same way home, you even got off at the same train stop. Every day you would be a few steps ahead of him. You had the habit of putting on joggers after your day at the office, finding that bringing an extra pair of shoes was worth it for the walk to the train. Mingyu stayed in his rather uncomfortable, but fancy, shoes, so despite his long legs he never caught up to you.

When waiting at the platform, you stood a few meters away from each other but close enough to get through the same train door. You did this in order to not have to talk to each other, but you also didn't seem like you were avoiding each other. Avoiding one another was strictly childish behavior, and neither of you would sink to that level.

Today was different, as the station was more crowded than usual. You ended up standing shoulder to shoulder with your coworker, but the loud surroundings made it impossible to talk - which made you eternally grateful. The big crowd made you incredibly anxious, you had never been good with being surrounded by a large group of people. It was similar to feeling wet food in the sink, or the feeling you got when the elevator takes a few seconds longer to open. Dread filled your nerves, and you wanted nothing more than for the train to arrive so that you could get home. You started fiddling with anything you could; your finger nails, the ring on your right hand, the hem of your shirt, anything. The fidgeting alerted your coworker, who wasn't pleased with the situation but in a way that was annoyed rather than anxious.

As the train arrived, most people on the station started getting on. You considered taking the next train, because maybe there would be fewer people on that one, but you couldn't. Being so close to the entrance, both you and Mingyu were pushed through the door by the sheer force of the crowd. At this point you were on the verge of tears, starting to become overwhelmed with the amount of bodies surrounding you. Pressed up against everyone around you, you could do nothing but follow the stream of people onto the train. Your skin was tingling, like the feeling of an itchy sweater, and sweat started building up under your collar. Everything was too loud, and everyone was too close.

Once inside, it didn't get any better. You felt someone grab at your arm, and when you looked to your side you saw Mingyu again. He was pulling you through the crowded train. All the seats were taken, but he managed to find an empty corner which he guided you to. He put his hand on your back and urged you to stand in the empty area. When you were in place, he stood in front of you like a shield. With him towering in front of you, you couldn't see anybody, and more importantly you weren't surrounded by the masses. You looked up at him and mouthed a "thank you", and he responded with a knowing nod before he turned his head to look out through the window. You took the opportunity to study his face for a moment. It was something you had only done briefly right as you had met him. Now that you were looking at him so up-close, you noticed that his furrowed brow was more out of concern than frustration - and that even with that slight frown his lips looked incredibly soft and delicate. Kim Mingyu, your unofficially sworn work-enemy, might actually be worried about you. If it weren’t for the fact that you were the underdog in the situation, you would’ve definitely poked fun at him.

The two of you stood in silence, you didn't even have the courage to take your headphones out from your pocket. For whatever reason, it felt like if you moved an inch, it would end in catastrophe. The moving train was enough to make you cautious. There was nothing for you to hold onto, so you had to focus all your willpower on making sure you could stand on your own two feet. However, the train didn't appreciate your attempts at keeping your normal work-relationships after this ride, as it shook when running something over on the track. The shaking itself was enough to make you stumble. If it had only stopped at that, you would've been fine. Life found it's way to make you miserable, though. The train came to a halting stop, which sent you flying into Mingyu's chest. He held you by the waist with one hand, holding onto a railing with the other.

"There has been an accident on the rails, please be patient as we solve the issue," a voice said over the intercoms.

A few groans could be heard around the train cart. Some people had fallen. Due to the massive amounts of people, most couldn't hold onto something to keep themselves steady. You, however, did. Your arms were still wrapped around mingyu, your face pushed against his chest.

"I am so sorry-" You tried to get away from him but then the light flickered.

Mingyu's grip on you tightened as the lights turned off. Your ear was still against his chest, and you could hear his heart beating a mile a minute. He was scared of the dark. In any other situation, you would've teased him for it but now it wasn't the time. You decided against bullying him, since he had helped you while getting on the train. Instead, you let him hold you without saying a word. His strong arms held you tightly, and you could feel his hand shaking as he kept it on your back. There was a low murmur throughout the train, as people talked about what could've possibly happened, but the two of you stayed quiet. Mingyu was practically frozen, only relaxing his muscles once a voice started speaking over the intercoms and the lights flickered back on again.

"We are happy to say that no one was injured in the accident," the voice over the intercoms said. "The train will start moving again shortly. Thank you for your patience."

Mingyu let go of your waist and cleared his throat, looking away from you as you did the same.

The next day at work you first saw Mingyu when he walked into the morning meeting. He looked tired, as if he had already been here for a while despite it being so early in the morning.

"Excuse my late arrival," he said as he sat down. "I was busy copying up the new schedules and the copy machine was down."

Making copies. A job he would usually settle you with, specifically when you had just sat down in the meeting. Mingyu handed you a new schedule, your fingers brushing against each other. When you looked up at him he gave you a soft smile. This was new...

Neither of you said anything about the day before. There was nothing to say. You had taken the train together, then walked your separate ways home, but for some reason everything had slightly shifted. He was still an ass to you, but from time to time he would do something unexpected. Something had changed, and you definitely didn't mind.

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[amive2567]

idk how to do this todoroki hot chocolate cuddling stuff idk ok its 6 in the morning and I've been up for 30 hours

Ingreadients: Shoto Todoroki x gn!Reader, Toya Todoroki (Dabi) x gn!Reader, Natsuo Todoroki x gn!Reaer, Fuyumi Todoroki x gn!Reader Contains: cute cuddles, mention of spiders, tiny argument, overworking, not really proofread Type of order: hot chocolate (fluff), macarons (headcanonss), bubble tea (request) A/N: You've been up for 30hours?! Jeez I hope you can finaly get some sleep soon. Don't overwork yourself please. Thank you for your request. I didn't know which Todoroki you ment so I wrote something for the whole bunch of siblings. ❤

Shoto Todoroki:

you were just tired and all you wanted to do is to cuddle up with your boyfriend of the couch

tiredly you stepped through the door of your apartment, you undressed your shoes and walked into the kitchen to get yourself something to eat

the shower could be heard and you knew that Shoto was showering right now (obviously)

He must have come home a bit earlier than you 

You stood there in the kitchen exhausted, but now you wanted to cook your boyfriend a nice meal

thawed food was not the stuff you wanted to eat right now and delivery food just didn’t suited the situation now you thought

you sorted out all the ingredients for some good old easy fried rice

while you prepared everything and started cooking you boyfriend entered the kitchen

“Welcome home, love.” he hummed and hugged you from behind

he was just as tired as you were

“Hi, honey. How was your day?” you asked, while attempting to hide your tiredness

“Tiring. We only had paperwork and it was boring.” he mumbled and nuzzled his head in the crook in your neck

he became comfortable to physical touch after years of your relationship and everytime he was tired he acted like the touch starved boy he is

“When are you done with cookin? I wanna cuddle.” he mumbled pouting. 

“It’s almost done.'' We will eat something and then we can cuddle. I really need some cuddle time right now.” 

After the food was finished you ate

After that you changed into your sleep attire and went to bed

“Now is cuddle time.” you announced and Shoto immediately wrapped his arms around you tightly

You could hear his heartbeat and it was just perfectly calming

Your hands massaged his scalp and he sighed relaxed

“You are the most perfect partner. I am so thankful for you.” he whispered into the darkness of the room

your heart swelled with love, but taking and replying to compliments was still hard

“Says you. You make me feel alive, like I can finally be myself again. Thank you for being there after a horrible day.” 

The serenity filled the room 

He shuffled towards your face and kissed you on the cheek

“My love, we should go to sleep now after this exhausting day.”

You knew him so well you new his cheeks were blushed

“You’re right. Goodnight, I love you.”

“I love you more, love”

Toya/Dabi Todoroki:

The heist went wonderful and all of you went back into your hiding

“Go to sleep, we will discuss our next mission tomorrow.” grumbled Shigaraki

“Sleep well shiggy.” hummed Toga as she walked to her room

The other ones also disappeared and Dabi finally talked to you again

“What the fuck were you thinking? Kurogiri nearly needed to take you to this motherfucker Overhaul.” he tried not to scream, but it was still to loud

“I just protected you.” you shrugged your shoulders and went into your shared room

“You risked getting caught and hurt. The heroes don’t give a damn about our lives. You could have fucking died.” he yelled by now

You felt guilty and you tried to avoid his gaze

He put his fingers under your chin and made you look up to him

“‘m sorry, but I can’t lose you. You’re the first person to make me feel like I am worth something and not a total loser. I just need you, you are my real family.”

You didn’t know what to say or what to think, so you just hugged him

He also wrapped his hands around your waist and kissed your head

“You’re not going to lose me. We live a risky life, but I will stay by your side. Always” you mumbled at his chest

You stayed like this for sometime, but your legs got tired

“Can we lay down, my leg is still hurting?”

He simply nodded and carried you on the slowly crumbling bed

He never interrupted his touch on your body

Even after you fall asleep, he still hugged you

Natsuo Todoroki:

The energies, the coffee and the zero sleep made i hard to concentrated on the book in front of you

The illustrations and letters were just one colorful soup on paper

You stopped reading and walked to the dorm of your boyfriend

Health students were the unlucky ones who had to have classes until afternoon

So you could maybe take a quick nap in his room 

BUt as you entered his room he was already there

“Had a good day, babe?” he asked you as you entered

You just shook your head and instantly set on his lap

“Sweety, you should really take more care of yourself. Drinking coffee and energys doesn’t help you with studying.” 

he stroked your back soothingly

“I am just so stressed. Everybody has good grades and I am just passing. I want to be better.” 

“But you’re destroying yourself. The grates of the others don’t matter as long as you are healthy it’s alright. Passing is pretty great in college. You are such a smart person. Besides that (your major) is a pretty hard subject, you will be fine.”

You hummed in disbelief, but didn’t wanted to argue, since Natsuo always had his way to cheer you up

He would be a great doctor in the future

He hugged you tighter and hummed a song to you

With every second you grew more tired and you finally drifted off to sleep

Fuyumi Todoroki:

The kids finally were able to go home and Fuyumi waved them goodbye

She got her bag and papers and also left the school

You've been waiting a few minutes to pick her up from her work, just like every day

She opened the door of the car and entered it

“Hey, honey. How was your day? Did the kids pay attention?” you asked her with a bright smile

“Hey. They were playing a prank today and put a fake spider into my desk.” she smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes

“Oh no. Nasty children. Are you alright? They didn't meant to scare you that badly I assumed.” You patted her back awkwardly in the small car

“It’s fine. I just want to go home”

you drove off and got her home

Accompanied by a pleasant silence you entered the apartment

“Lets forget about the day and just cuddle on the couch.” you said and walked towards the coll leather sofa

“But what about..” she started, but you silenced her with a kiss. “That can wait. We can do it tomorrow.” 

You guided her towards the couch and put a blanket around you two

“Are you comfortable?” you asked and she nodded in response

You held her close and creased through her white hair

“I hate spiders. I was so frightened.”

“I know darling. Tell your students please that they should never pull another prank like that.”

Your grip tightened around her 

You just wanted her to finally feel safe

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[msfcatlover]

Moonbeam Duke (Reverse Robins)

Duke was... tough. There's not nearly as many differing designs to draw on for him, and frankly I don't like a whole lot of them. I do like the mainline Signal costumes I've seen (both the black symbol w/ full-face helmet, and the glowing symbol w/ jaw exposed) but they really have more "Independent Hero" vibes.

(These designs are all dope, but not great sidekick material.)

Digging through reference images led me to realize that even in his Elseworld appearances, Duke almost always gravitates towards those knightly vibes. Boy likes his armor with a little fantasy-flair.

("Future's End" & "White Knight" a bit less so, but I still get cyberpunk-knight vibes from both—maybe it’s just me.)

Those that aren't all knightly tend to be stylized but durable street clothes, that are just out there enough to pass for a costume but could just as easily be worn by someone in their everyday life.

(Last one is this redesign by @sufroyo, but gods do I love it!)

Duke will probably want some of that knightly vibe, but Moonbeam is kinda my Robin figure in this AU; he needs to look like the less-experienced partner to Gotham’s Dark Knight, rather than a Knight in his own right. And I should combine that with his preference for practical, durable, almost-understated fashion.

So… streetwear-squire. Let's see what I can do.

First off, we can get both sets of vibes by starting with a gambeson as our base. Go for a shorter one to emphasize that jacket look, and while they come in a whole variety of styles, I think off-center clasps looks just a little bit more modern. I'd also say he doesn't buckle up his neck, giving it that popped-collar look Duke seems to like.

(Off-centered clasps, as well as a couple casually worn gambesons to show the kind of effect you can get. Duke's is definitely the kind that covers the hip to brush the top of the thigh, but given most people think of gambesons as being knee-length, that's still short.)

And, hell, if Robin can wear bright colors then so can Moonbeam. Using the "It'll help you learn to sneak better" excuse, Duke's gambeson is cream colored. (It also looks better contrasted to Batman's black.)

I like the idea of the gambeson having built-in gloves like in Duke's "Final Knight" costume, but I don't really like the look of Final Knight’s Duke design(s). Erm, any of them. I'd define the difference on the sleeves a little more by giving him hand & arm bracers to wear over the top, probably some simple pauldrons, and maybe a gradient on the arms from cream to grey.

(Not 100% on the gradient, just think the fully light sleeve might not work even with the bracers. Keep the metal simple & understated, though, and remember the lines in the sleeves are from padded fabric rather than any kind of wrappings.)

Still, that's a long stretch of one pretty plain color. The main body needs to be broken up, and Duke should probably have a bit more protection, but we don't want to hamper his mobility. Let's add a demi-brestplate (also called a demi-cuirass or "heroic armor") on top. That protects the upper chest without going past the rib-cage, to avoid hampering movement.

(I really, really like this fluted design, but can't find anything smiliar in a demi. I've also always liked the look of breastplates which are 2 pieces held together by straps under the arms. The last one is just to give you a better idea of the size/form of the thing.)

And a steel-grey utility belt, obviously.

(...I should probably mention, none of this metal should be highly-polished. It's not glinting like a mirror whenever Duke's not redirecting light away from him, it's just a step or two above matte-finishing.)

I'd say Duke's symbol is an iridescent/opalized circle right in the middle of his chest, representing a full moon (or the bat signal minus the bat.) So it looks white, but it shimmers rainbow when it catches the light. Probably has either a black or gold ring around it to help it stand out.

(A normal opal, and opalized glass with light shining through it. No, the ring does not seem to exist outside of pinterest.)

There's also a matching smaller "jewel" on the back of each gauntlet, and Duke claims he uses them to focus his light powers. Whether he does or not, I don't know.

I don't like the look of Duke's "We Are Robin" helmet in-context, but I think it could work here. Match the grey to the breastplate & gauntlets, match the stripes to the gambeson, replace the eye-slits with a thin, one-way visor, lose the ear-circles.

(I did consider having the colors be the other way around, but that felt a little too close to Ghostmaker's look for my liking.)

Give him some dark grey cargo pants, a pair of these sports boots (minus the logos), and some metal knee-pads to finish the look.

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A handful of these characters I do actually have a degree of costume evolution in mind beyond just changing identities; Duke is one of them. In this case, it becomes more knightly as time goes on.

In particular, I think Duke swaps the gambeson for a chainmail tunic and the demi-breastplate for a laminar chest piece.

(I like the short sleeve tunic style, and I'm picturing Duke's "White Knight" armor as the basis for the chest piece. I can’t seem to find any laminar reference photos that have that same look; I’m almost picturing a scapular, but made from metal plates.)

The sports boots become combat boots, the knee-pads & bracers get swapped for splint greaves & splint bracers over black leather gloves. The “jewels” are now on the back of the gloves directly, rather than the metal, as the new bracers don’t cover his hands.

He also adds the Bat ear-points to his helmet, adds a dark undersuit to the top to replace the sleeves, and generally ups the contrast by darkening the greys & either polishing the armor or painting it metallic white (if the latter, the chainmail is probably a light, brassy brown to make them pop.)

(These colors, I believe would depend on the artist; it seems like one of those things people would disagree on.)

All of which helps evolve the look toward the Signal's "motorcycle gear meets knight armor" mash-up.

#reverse!robins #reverse robins #reverse robins AU #reverse order robins #reverse order batkids #reverse batkids #reverse batfam #reverse batfamily #duke thomas #the signal #robin duke #robin duke thomas #robin!duke #robin!duke thomas #the signal dc #batfam #batfamily #bat family #bat fam #batkids #bat kids #bat siblings #batsiblings #my life #mine #// #I don’t love this as much as the Shadow costumes; but then this is one full day’s work rather than a whole week. #Moonbeam’s been giving me trouble since the start so I’m mostly spitballing & rolling with my own design sensibilities as I go here.

[call-me-copycat]

Hiii Copycat! ^-^ I was hoping I could make a request? I was hoping for angst to fluff? With Aizawa who takes in/adopts a vigilante reader with an illusion quirk? And maybe she starts to develop a crush on Shinso too?? Thank you!! <3

Hello there! First of all, I saw your ask as soon as you sent it, but the reason I didn't respond was because my phone was (and still is) broken, but it's getting repaired, so I can respond now. Also I only have a phone, no computer or anything, so it's a bit hard, but I'm working on it! (o´Д`)=з

I'm very sorry for the wait, and I apologize again because there will still be more waiting until I finish the story, but I promise you it'll be worth the wait! I'm already nearing 14k words, and it's still going. I can't thank you enough for your patience, along with the fact that you're the first one to ever give me a request, so thank you very much! And feel free to request whenever you'd like, I really enjoy getting to write stories for people, and it makes my day, so you don't need to hesitate! (*´∇｀*)

Anyways, since I'm still working on the story, I originally wanted to post it all once it was done, but then I decided that since it might take awhile I'll post the first part and see what you think. I actually really like this idea because I was thinking something very similar to it around the time of your request. I hope you enjoy this bit, and please remember, I haven't forgotten, I'm just trying to work with a broken phone so it's a bit difficult, but it's advancing greatly and shouldn't be too long of a wait anymore. Thank you for your patience! ୧꒰*´꒳`*꒱૭✧

Escaping The Night (Part 1)

Welcome! - Introduction and Request rules (Important if you want me to write for you or if you want to know who I am)

▶ Characters: Shinso x Fem reader (although I used "they" in some areas) + Father/Mentor Aizawa

▶ Genre: Angst to Fluff

▶ Summary: Teenager Reader is a Vigilante that roams the streets with their friends, always on the lookout for crime and injustice. However, something disrupts Reader's world when they get themselves captured by the police. What will happen to them next?

▶ Warnings:

- Panic attack

- Reader got hit with a tranquilizer

- And an extra warning because I had to make a few characters just for this story (not necessarily OC's, just background characters. I know some people greatly dislike this so this is a warning, even though they're not that important).

- Also since this is part 1, you won't see Aizawa mainly until part 2, and Shinso is a bit further ahead. Another warning for those that don't like to get into a story and then have to wait

▶ Word Count: 3,201

➤ {This is Part 1}

➜ [Part 2]

➜ [Part 3]

➜ [Part 4]

➜ [Part 5]

➜ [Part 6]

➜ [Part 7]

➜ [Part 8] Coming Soon!

Tik...

Tik....

Tik...

The hands of your watch sounded endlessly as if it was mocking you, in a way, how it had infinite time while yours was limited.

You gritted your teeth and focused the best you could on the situation at hand. You and your partner were situated atop one of the city's numerous buildings, keeping an eye out for a particular sly little villain.

There were repeated reports of a variety of break-ins, ranging from small restaurants to higher bank robberies. At first, the people waited for the heroes to find this villain. But it seemed that they always had bigger fish to fry, always having excuses.

"The paperwork!"

"There's bigger issues at hand then some late night thief"

"We looked but didn't find anyone, sorry"

"Have you tried getting a better security system? I think that's the problem here"

It drove you mad. You didn't hate all heroes, not wanting to be like those anti-hero people who got upset everytime a hero wasn't there immediately whenever they ran into the smallest issue. But you did have a grudge.

You just didn't understand how the very heros that society put on a pedestal didn't do the simplest things that were expected of them sometimes. Too busy getting caught up in the paperwork and red tape.

Being a Hero once was something that was only ever dreamed of, something that one couldn't ever get close to. When quirks were introduced, this changed many mindsets, and completely flipped the many laws of reality that so many had believed. It was groundbreaking, revolutionary. Society advanced at faster speeds, and new technologies were pouring out.

But, unfortunately, what goes up, must come down.

On the beginning, the definition and laws of a hero were choppy, they didn't really have any boundaries due to the fact that no one had anything to go off of. But, as time progressed, more laws were put into place. A hero simply couldn't go and fight a villain and be done with. Now, they had to fill out reports, and sometimes the villains successfully won court cases over this.

The foundation of what it meant to be a hero was put into place. Or had it? It was still a very controversial topic, but the main idea was set, and that's all that mattered.

Now in current days, heroes still look like the same cape-wearing muscular doer's of justice, but many times, they're either doing it for the gold or the glory. Or they don't do anything at all, restricted and bound by paperwork and invisible strings. They know what's right, and they have the gift to help and save. But if they're told "no" then they follow.

That's why you preferred being a vigilante. You got to battle villains and help people, all the while avoiding the specificities. Yeah, you did have to run from the cops every now and then, sometimes a hero or two, but that just made it all the more interesting.

Plus, you got to be a part of a sort of underground society, one that was shielded from public eye and hidden away in the depths of existence.

So, here you were doing the heroes' jobs, again.

You looked to your partner, who was watching the entrance of a significant jewelry shop that hadn't been touched by any villains yet. You were currently using your illusion quirk to cover both of yourselves in a sheet of invisibility so you could better the possibility of your expected outcome.

Your quirk was powerful, and full of possibility. Though you were never fully nor formally trained, you still understood the limits of your quirk enough to use it exceptionally well. Long, intense training sessions over a span of time allowed you to gain a deeper insight into the inner depths of your quirk, to which you've come to the realization wasn't just any ordinary quirk, even going as far to call it overpowered at some points.

Your thinking was cut short when your partner signaled to you with a silent fist up from where you two were laying. You looked down and finally spotted the villain you were looking for. He didn't look too strong, nor did his face ring any bells, so that meant he was just some lowly villain who lucked out with a shifty quirk.

From the rooftop where you laid, you and your partner watched together to see what the man was going to do next. You noticed he looked like any other person walking around the town, short black hair with a black hoodie on over a pair of black jeans, and you realized that it was surely no accident he was dressed so camouflaged since it was late in the night.

Your eyes followed the man, curious as to how he was able to get in and out of robberies so quickly. The man walked up to the back door of the bank, and your eyes widened when you saw his body begin to shift and distort, slowly closing in until he was perfectly 2-dimensional, and looking at him made you think about all the cartoon characters that you watched when you were younger.

Upon this discovery, the plan was set in motion as you and your partner both hopped down the fire escape of the building and went in for a silent chase across the street, as the man had already slinked underneath the door. He had unlocked it for an easy exit, you thought possibly because he couldn't turn other objects flat like him.

Your partner, Omonifukai Hanawadashii (whom you called Fukai for short) whispered for you both to split up so this villain would think that it was only him, since you were better at stealth rather then combat like he was.

Fukai's quirk was one that seemed simple, but had proven to be incredibly strong when used right. He was able to control the density of different objects, including people or even specific parts of people. His specialty was increasing the density of his hand to the point to where it was easily able to crush anything under it, to which he normally used to knock villains out. A positive side of his quirk was he could still lift anything he used it on, but his drawbacks caused him to feel more pain than normal if hit or attacked.

Your agreed, and uncovered him from the blanket of your quirk, revealing him to reality just as he had once been before you put it on him.

Fukai ran in the direction of the villain as you ran in the opposite direction, going for a higher point so you could see the action and use your quirk properly.

Unfortunately the building wasn't as tall as it was wide, so you had to stick with crouching behind one of the jewelry counters, trying to stick as close to the wall as possible in order to remain unseen.

As luck would have it the villain seemed to have been thinking in a similar manner, as you watched Fukai chase after him as he slithered across the wall, a cheeky grin resting on his face as Fukai grew frustrated at his devious tricks of escape. The alarm started to blare as Fukai tripped one of the wires, cursing low to himself as the villain chuckled at the misfortune.

You studied the villain, watching as he glided across the walls and the floor at times, and you realized that he was able to move at an increased pace when aligned to a flat surface, in contrast to standing straight up as he did earlier. You came to the conclusion that he was a villain of cowardice, preferring to get in and out without a fight, and opting to use sly skills instead of risking a fight with a person of stronger status.

With this new information secured into place by your observations, you devised a plan in order to catch the villain and leave him be for the police.

You used your quirk and dug into his subconscious, a grin of your own growing on your face as you located your target, an almost cruel idea forming in your head at the expense of the villain. You had found his fear.

The villain dodged each of Fukai's attempts at landing a blow to him with such an ease it seemed as if he had all the time in the world. He was cocky in his own skills, having had been in worse scenarios and still escaped.

The villain looked directly at Fukai from where he was seated on one of the walls, almost laughing at the sight of some random teenage boy thinking he could play hero and catch the big bad villain.

Fukai noticed you signal to him with your hand up, closing and opening from the corner of his eye and understood that you were going to set off your quirk. Without this context, most people wouldn't understand that some of your illusions work directly in your opponents mind, meaning that your opponents would react to something surrounding people couldn't see. Fukai understood, and he backed off a bit in order to not disrupt the illusion.

The villain was about to mock Fukai a bit more before departing, but his smirk quickly fell at he noticed a large, hulking figure appear behind the kid.

His eyes widened and breathing became still as he made eye contact with the one and only symbol of peace, All Might himself.

Shocked to the point of motion becoming forgotten, the villain's thoughts suddenly started bouncing all around, before erratically trying to think of different plans, anything he could do to get away. He ran into a dead end with every single trick up his sleeve as he recalled seeing the massive hero defeat some of these biggest, baddest villains known to Japan into a pile of defeat. No, there was no solution to this problem.

Just as you both were about to take out the villain in his moment of vulnerability, everyone in the room jumped as a man wearing all black with a large scarf resting around his shoulders dropped from one of the pipes near the roof of the building. His absolute silence despite his sudden movements made you wonder how long he was there for.

Your illusion was ruined as the intruding man walked through it, unable to see it. The villain's frustration grew as he realized that he had been duped, but before he could do anything the man's scarf that had once been still suddenly jumped to life as it floated all around the dark-haired man's head for a second, before violently snapping around the villain, and your eyes grew as you saw the man's hair rise in the air in a very similar manner. Surreal. Before you knew it the villain was back to normal, and you quickly realized that this man was most likely a hero of sorts.

You saw Fukai looking over at you as he shuffled to the walls while the man was busy, but narrowly avoided being caught in the man's scarf as it aimed to close around him just as it has done to the villain moments ago.

You signaled for him to run, and he hesitated for a second, worry filling his eyes, but ultimately decided to listen and trust you as the scarf slithered around his ankle, to which he just barely managed to shake off.

You heard the man in the scarf curse as he watched your friend go, not wanting to risk letting the villain go in trade.

You toiled a bit, trying to tackle the problem that presented itself to you without introduction. A hero showing up so early wasn't part of the plan, nor was it expected considering most of the heroes' patrol routes were situated a slight distance away.

So, you wondered, who was this guy?

Your thinking was interrupted by the interrupter himself.

"I know you're there. Don't try to fool me into believing you're not."

You gasped a bit, not considering how he was able to know you were there when you were under your quirk. That is, until you held up your hand and realized that it was visible again, and right behind it was the man in the scarf, hair afloat and glowing red eyes situated directly on you.

He had the villain unconscious on the ground, tied in that scarf of his, which he held two parts of in his hands in order to keep it secure. But there was plenty of the scarf to go around. You realized this as you came face to face with the snake-like entrails of the scarf flickering and snapping at you, seeking to seize and bind you along the villain.

You were lucky your face was covered, because this man didn't seem to be as ignorant as some of the other heroes (especially sidekicks). You didn't speak as you dodged and ran, not wanting to reveal who you might be.

To your devastation, as soon as you opened the back doors from where you came you were met with police offers running in your direction from the front of the building. Panic built up in your chest as you didn't have much energy from continuously covering yourself in your quirk, along with having it disrupted twice.

You still pushed yourself to at least run, deciding that you could easily lose them in the plentiful twists and turns that filled the little seaside town.

You understood that if you ran in the direction of your place that you and your things were were currently at, then you would most likely give it away to the police and you'd have to deal with them being on your back as you looked for a new place to stay. But you didn't want to outright run in the opposite direction in case they thought of your plan, so you settled on running in a sort of zig zag, not wanting them to be able to predict your path of travel.

You turned randomly at each turn you ran into, landing in alleyways, on top of dumpsters, underneath large trees heavy with leaves, and eventually up and over fences of backyards as you found yourself in some sort of comfortable little neighborhood nestled in the small town.

Your panic shrunk a bit as you realized that you had thrown off most of the police officers that were chasing you, having been diminished to a small few stragglers that refused to let up.

Sweat poured down your face and blotted your underarms and neck, making you grimace in discomfort as you also had to deal with the sharp pangs that made their way up your legs and back.

You awkwardly sprinted as a little dog chased you across a small yard, and hopped another fence, looking to find somewhere to turn or hide, just anything to get them off your back.

You used your quirk with scarcity as you looked over your back to the best of your ability and hit 3 of the remaining 5 officers with an illusion of yourself tripping over the fence to which they turned to. The other two tried yelling at them that it was a trick, but decided their attempts would be pointless as they kept up the chase, not faltering.

You frowned, squinting as you felt an impending migraine starting to make its way into your head. You knew that you were overexerting yourself, and that the migraine would only serve as a distraction if it grew, but you were so very close, you didn't have any choice but to keep going.

You hopped the next fence without as much strength as you originally did, knowing that it only drained your energy faster having to constantly boost yourself up and down rather than running and turning. You wouldn't be able to keep it up for long.

You remembered that there was a cluster of empty houses that weren't sold yet somewhere nearby, so you ran in turn, changing your course of action by jumping out into the street from one of the backyards you were in, missing the pair of curious violet eyes watching you from a window in one of the houses.

You ran down the street into a more disheveled neighborhood that connected to the newer one you were just in, looking over to see only one officer remained. You didn't remember when the other one disappeared, but you excused it because you couldn't constantly look over your back when running.

You sharply turned a corner to get out of the sight of the remaining officer, heading to the end of the neighborhood where the empty houses were before throwing yourself through the open window of the first one you saw without thought, you just needed a place of hiding.

You breathed a heavy sigh as you propped yourself down for a second, having been through way too much action than you signed up for. You knew the police would probably think you ran out back towards the desolate fields that laid behind the houses.

To them, the houses were legally listed as private property*, so they wouldn't think about you bursting into someone's home without warning. You knew they were empty though from your days of scavenging for goods to survive, in fact you learned a lot about your surroundings because of that, and that's how you were able to evade the police for such a long time.

You held your breath as you heard him pass by, but once again fate seemed to be voting for your downfall, as you heard crunching of footsteps walk around the house instead of right past, and you started to grasp at what they were doing.

As soon as the backdoor flew open was the exact moment you recognized just where you were, and what house you had chosen.

You started to hyperventilate, air whooshing in and out of your lungs as the room around you started to spin.

Home...

You were home...

But this wasn't home...

It was a house once filled with horrors, pain and agony, which now reeked of death. A familiar smell you knew all too well.

Your legs moved indistinctly, as though they had minds of their own and yet still understood your internal logic.

Heart racing, eyes watering, you refused to let yourself get caught, especially in the very place you gained your new life after the death of your old one.

Mind numb, and filled with only thoughts of 'escape', you ran to the doors, but remembered they were glued shut, along with the windows. You had done that once so very long ago.

The remaining open window was shut and blocked by the police officer that was chasing you earlier, who was now the one cornering you right by it. You could see a look of compassion and understanding in his eyes, but you saw it as a look of pity instead in your moment of frustration.

You could hear not one, not two, but three voices surrounding you, and anyone that was surrounding you blurred into one giant mass as your fear started to overwhelm you, overtaking your very mind and filling every crevice it could find.

In a moment of desperation you tried using your quirk, trying to create the worst, cruelest entity that you could create, but nothing came out instead.

Your eyes started to warm as you felt tears of frustration and fear building up, but you didn't cry, you refused to. Your emotions started to slow down as you saw one of the police officer aiming what looked like a gun at you, finger on trigger. At that moment you gained slight control of your thoughts, your mind painfully screaming at you to get out of there, to protect your pride and dignity.

In your panicked state you turned and tried slamming the window to escape, but all you attempts were futile as it wasn't going to budge. You heard the trigger being pulled and braced yourself, but all you felt was a little stab on your arm. You looked down and realized that it was a tranquilizer dart that had lodged itself into your upper arm.

Your mind started to fill with fog and the edges of your vision started to slowly fill in as you banged your hand on the window in one last attempt of escape.

And then your world went dark.

A/N:

Alright, so that was part 1! I do hope that it was good enough for you, I'm trying to learn from past mistakes when writing, and I feel as though I'm in improving little by little everyday.

Don't worry, if writing the story takes too long then I'll post the parts one by one instead of waiting until it's all finished. This is my first time writing something so long, but I enjoy it!ദി ᷇ᵕ ᷆ )♡

Any feedback or constructive criticism is completely allowed, and if you see any mistakes then please notify me so I can fix them.

If you wish to send in a request as well, once again, please don't hesitate!

I'll be working on this as much as I can, but my progress is slowed until my phone gets completely fixed (which it will soon-hopefully anyways). I appreciate your patience! (๑´ㅂ`๑)

For the first *, that basically means that I have a note about whatever is near it. The note for that was I have absolutely no clue how buying or selling houses and property works, I just made that up on the spot. I know there's a 99% chance it's wrong, so just please go with it, I'm sorry for any annoyance.

This story is ok for reposts or other uses such as those YouTube channels that read out fanfics and things like that. My only ask is that you tell me beforehand for everything but the reposts. I just like to see other people interact with things I make, it makes me happy (⁠^⁠^⁠).

Thank you so much for reading this complete mess, I know I wrote a lot of things that aren't the story, and once again I'm sorry about that.

I hope you have a lovely day!

ヾ(>᎑<`๑)ﾖｼﾖｼｨ

年2022/月12/日01

#Escaping The Night #bnha aizawa #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #aizawa shōta #aizawa x daughter reader #shinsou x reader #dadzawa

[bigbadivy]

Chess Partner

Rival had that glint in his eyes, she noticed, the one he recently has when they play.

"Things don't look too well for you, don't they?"

The perfect, still, poker-face Heroine mastered kept away any information he tried to get.

"That is what you have said last time."

He frowned a bit, but his eyes kept their shine.

"So you do have a plan..."

"Hopefully."

"Then I shouldn't eat your knight..."

"If you doing this is in my plan."

Rival leaned in and squinted at her. Sometimes, just sometimes, he was too dangerously cute. Heroine hated to admit that to herself, but the way her lips urged to smile at his sight left no doubt.

"So you DO want me to do this...!"

"You can try to interogate me all day, or actually think for yourself."

Hero almost let out a chuckle as she answered. He pouted again, adding a frown and a crooked nose. She finally let out a laugh, dropping her straight face.

"You're a pleasure to play with..."

Rival was quite for a moment, his smile was... It has never been that soft. God her heart beat so fast.

"I can say the same for you."

He blushed a little and looked away. Scratching his scalp, Heroine used the distraction to take mental notes.

He brushed his hair, which she doesn't remember him doing in any other day they met. A warmth grew in her as she hoped that she read the signs right. His clothes were nicer, too. He replaced the usual seeatshirt and sweatpants with a polo shirt and jeans. The shirt's sleeves were shorter, which was nice and...

He has a scar. Right at the back of his forearm, barely noticeable.

"That's it. I'm not eating that. It reeks with a scheme."

Hero knows that scar. And she knows that man. Villain grinned at her.

"Knew this was your plan. Scared now?"

She immediately returned her poker face.

"Plans change."

She played her move quickly and quietly. Villain took some time but made finished his turn.

"I'm gonna win this time, I can feel it."

Hero didn't respond or banter back. She didn't say anything for the next few turns, no matter what he tried to do to tease or make her laugh. He grew more worried each turn.

"Hey ummm..."

She needs to finish this and think of the next step. This was her chance to catch him once and for all.

"You good?"

Looking up, she noticed his worried expression. It was completely geniune when she smiled and reassured him.

"Yes, just got lost in thoughts for a bit."

He smiled back.

"I actually had something weighing on me too, mind if...?"

"Go ahead."

He took a big breath. That moment, she knew what was about to happen. What she wished one of them will be brave enough for. She wished for this ever since they first played her. Ever since he truly challenged her. Ever since he took his loss with a laugh and adoring eyes.

"I know we only ever meet here to play, and that I have annoying jokes and... And an annoying self..."

Even the dread she felt didn't stop her from chuckling.

"But I like... I don't know... This. Playing wit- Even when you win. So you I thought..."

The fact that she knew of his identity didn't stop the butterflies she felt. Making her wish he was who she sees now. Just a softhearted, clever guy she met at an urban chess.

"We could go get ice cream aft-, or something less childis- I mean... Well you-"

This is her chance. Even if not for love. She showed him the best smile she could master.

"How about coffee tomorrow? I know a perfect place."

A coffee shop 50 meters away from a police station. It will be easy.

He smiled shyly and let out of all the air he held in his lungs.

"Sounds perfect..."

His blushed and relieved face turned her stomach. Imagining how he'd look at her tomorrow, when he'll realize who she really is.

But now Heroine must forget about it. She'll smile and laugh and be happy, genuinely happy, that they like each other.

They were chess partners, and she can't allow him to guess her next move.

#f/m #enemies to lovers #rivalry #rivals to lovers #heroine #creative writing #m/f #hero x villain #creative inspiration #romance #prompt #otp prompts #writing snippet #writer #writer stuff #writeblr #Creativity #heroes and villains #imagine your otp #imagine your ship #Imagine #Fluff #Chess #Intellectual rivals #Rivals #villain x hero

[benzjr]

The 2024 reboot no one was expecting...

Those of you who have been around for a while might just remember back when I did fanfiction, and if you do, you might remember the story of my Supernoobs OC Josh Carter, the aspiring social butterfly, future superstar and reluctant superhero whose life was getting way more complicated these days...

Back towards the end of 2019, I was really starting to lose steam with him; the inspiration I had for him was really starting to wane, especially given the fandom seemed to peter out and my previous partner-in-angst-crime Pumpkin (@whynotzoidbergdotorg) moved on to other creations. I've definitely missed creating fandom work over the past few years, but between not really finding anything to grab my attention in the same way and a series of setbacks in my life (not to mention the grind of growing my YouTube channel), things just happened to fall by the wayside.

But it seems I wasn't posting into the void after all! Josh and his story left a huge impact on the small but surprisingly resilient Supernoobs fandom, and over the past few months I've been pulled back in, thanks especially to @ghostlyapivorous' @superastral-official and @jaspydunks' @noobs-rewritten. So much so, that I've been re-motivated to return and at least continue (I don't think I should be presumptuous and suggest "finish") Josh's story. In addition to a few unreleased chapters from the original run, I've been working on continuing the story, and I've almost gotten to the end of Dancefest, where we originally left off.

We'll be picking up from there soon, but it didn't seem fully right to go back to using the old 2016 designs of our main cast — my artistic workflow has completely changed since then. So, it was time to give them all a glow-up. The primary goal was mainly to get them looking closer to the show's style, though I've also taken the opportunity to resolve a few longstanding annoyances with some of the characters and change some things up. Despite not being part of the main cast, I also decided to do an image for Zoey, given she's a pretty recurrent character in the series. Just like the first time around, expect to see new art of these kids in the future (though I don't think I'll spin up @joshcartersblog again).

Look out for the continuation of Josh's story very soon, but in the meantime, catch up on how Josh got here:

A Future Super-Something, the first story: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Perfect Disasters, the second story: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Over and Out, the third story: 1 & 2 3 4 5

Diamonds on the Rebound, the fourth story

Reminiscence, the fifth story

A Hero’s Prelude, the sixth story: 1 2 3

Dancefest, the seventh story (so far)

Text versions of everyone's descriptions under the cut.

Josh Carter

Josh Carter has only one goal in mind: becoming one of the popular kids. Enamored with fame and starry-eyed about celebrity, he's chasing the top of the Cornbury Middle School food chain with the help of his friends. Clever, ambitious, and seemingly carefree, he'll stop at nothing in his quest to rise to the top without losing himself, while making plenty of buzz along the way.

…But will something bigger and more destructive than the current popular clique or a mortifying social mishap stop him in his tracks?

Dreams of a social media-perfect lifestyle

Friends with Jock Jockerson despite not being a jock

His "walk-in closet" is practically a department store for one

The Yellow Superdude

As elusive as he is mysterious, the Yellow Superdude is the newest addition to Cornbury's local team of intergalactic virus warriors. But he doesn't seem too happy about having the opportunity of a lifetime; honestly, it seems like he doesn't get along with the other four at all. With the heroes already building local recognition and facing even bigger battles, can he ever become the hero the Earth needs — and does he even want to?

Alias: ???

Powers: Energy blasts, stretchy body, shapeshifting, possibly more if he ever actually went to training

Always has messy hair for some reason

Simon Parker

Josh's best friend since forever, Simon is the realist of the group. As much an inventive strategist as an easygoing wingman, Simon's a true ride-or-die in Josh's popularity adventures, turbocharging their social game while keeping his starstruck bro down-to-earth. They've been there for each other even in their lowest moments, including Simon's brutally public one last year. It's a trust that makes Simon unafraid to be honest with Josh. But despite all this, is Josh keeping a super-sized secret from him?

Enjoys the outdoors with his parents

Still recovering from a 7th-grade incident where he was dubbed "The Whale"

Maintains countless inside jokes and references with Josh

Rebecca Hewitt

Rebecca is a punchy wildcard who's garnered her own notoriety. Since stumbling into Josh's high-flying life in sixth grade, she's been looking to find herself somewhere in the many aesthetics Josh's influencer adventures bring into her world. Rough around the edges but fun at heart, she's not one to mess with, but worth having in your corner.

Recovering horse girl

Still throwing out Mini-Horse Friendship Force merchandise

Best dodgeball player in the class

Zoey Miller

Zoey is the intrepid reporter behind The Cornbury Hound Dog, Cornbury Middle School's unofficial school news blog. Zoey can be eager and persistent to a fault, the perfect attitude for hunting the next big story. She keeps up on all the gossip around the halls — especially Josh's ambitious search for teenage stardom. Totally not because she has a crush on him or anything…

An ace at alliteration

Has a venerable collection of visor hats

Elaborately daydreams of meet-cutes with Josh

#supernoobs #supernoobs oc #josh carter oc #fanart

[bkdk-art]

The Ghost of a Touch

Chapter 2

Summary: Izuku and Katsuki attend a late night show, a game of dares resulting them into getting closer. They both react very differently to that, which makes both of them feel like they’re being rejected by the person they've been in love with for ages.

Fandom: My Hero Academia / Boku no hero academia

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Bakusquad, Dekusquad

Pairing:  Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku

Word Count: 4,000

Rating: General / Teen

AO3-Link

Notes: Takes place after UA / Izuku and Katsuki are hero partners / i know it's been over a year since i posted a full fic, i hope you enjoy it!

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3

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Izuku was finishing up his report, totally exhausted from their patrol today. They've had to stop two robberies, each time going up against skilled fighters with powerful quirks.

Him and Katsuki had taken them down, of course, but they've had to go to the infirmary at their agency to get themselves patched up.

Izuku closed his eyes at the memory of Katsuki supporting him, one arm draped around the blond’s neck, because Izuku’s leg had been wounded. Having Katsuki touch him was driving Izuku crazy.

Over a week had passed since their appearance on the late night show and… their kiss. If it even counted as such, Izuku wasn’t sure. It had been a fan dare in favor for a charity project! And a short one on top of that.

But however short and whichever context, it was impossible for Izuku to just get over it.

He had accepted that Katsuki wasn’t into him. The blond was bold and confident, declaring what he wanted without hesitation. He had been like that their entire lives. If he would be interested in Izuku he would’ve done something about it. And Izuku knew he was pretty short on looks, not being a fitting match for Katsuki at all.

So… even though it was hard, Izuku knew all of that and most of the time, he was handling it all quite well. But that didn’t mean that there was no longing, no imagining.

And the feeling of Katsuki’s gentle touch against his cheek, the little tug, the soft huff against his lips when they had parted – all of this had Izuku just falling right into an endless loophole of yearning, filling his whole body up with heavy sadness.

He was just so hopelessly in love with the blond, it actually hurt.

All he could do right now was low key avoiding Katsuki without being too obvious because he just felt like crying every time he saw Katsuki outside of work. And as soon as he would start crying he would be ending up spelling his guts, which would make everything complicated and awkward!

Izuku let his face fall into his hands, groaning.

“Midoriya, are you ready?”

Izuku jolted in his seat but relaxed when he realized it was just Todoroki.

“Yeah, just give me two more minutes, okay?”

Todoroki nodded and pulled out his phone, probably checking the news while he waited.

Uraraka had demanded a group outing, to a) distract Izuku or b) give him the opportunity to talk about this mess, depending on what he felt like. But right now, Izuku wasn’t really sure what he wanted or what he needed.

He for sure wanted Katsuki but that wasn’t in the cards, that’s why they needed that get together in the first place. And had needed a bunch of those in the last couple of years.

Distraction, Izuku thought as his insides churned with his unrequired love, Distraction for sure.

~~~

Yeah, well, he should’ve known his friends wouldn’t let him get away with not talking at all about what had happened, since he had mostly blocked them out for over a week, even leaving them on read for two days straight after the show.

And of course, talking about it a little, meant it turned into talking only about it.

After eating at a restaurant they regularly visited, they ended up at Todoroki���s place because it was the closest. And now they – Izuku, Todoroki, Uraraka, Iida, Asui – were sitting in the living room, eating ice cream.

“I”, Izuku said with a thick voice, holding back tears, “I just don’t want things to be weird between us, but I can’t help it, I can’t face him right now.”

“That’s totally okay, Deku-kun”, Uraraka said, “You have to do what feels right for you. I will say though- no don’t roll your eyes!”, she reached out to gently grab his elbow, “I know we’ve told you a hundred times before that Bakugou likes you back and you don’t believe us but come on! He kissed you!”

Izuku shook his head, looking at his hands. “That was for the child-charity.”

“As if that was a selling point to Bakugou”, Uraraka said with an arched brow.

Izuku shot her a disapproving look. “You know it was, don’t say that!”

“Midoriya-kun is right, Bakugou-kun is an exemplary hero, even though his temper sometimes gets the best of him. He would do everything in his power to help children in need.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that”, Uraraka apologized, waving her hands in front of her.

“But still, kero”, Asui said, “Kissing someone because of a charity, is one thing, but for Bakugou-chan to do it without any complaints? For him just to go with it?”

“On national television!”, Uraraka stressed.

“They’re right”, Iida said, fixing his glasses, “It makes definitely more sense to think Bakugou-kun is interested in you than to think he’s not.”

Izuku looked back at his hands, playing with them.

“Then why hasn’t he made a move yet?”, he whispered, almost impossible to hear.

“Why haven’t you?”, Todoroki asked him back.

Izuku rolled his eyes, somehow annoyance was fighting its ways right past all the hurt.

“Because I couldn’t risk losing him! Not after everything, I mean-“

“I don’t understand you.”

Izuku’s mouth snapped shut. He just looked confused at Todoroki.

“I don’t understand you”, Todoroki repeated, “You keep saying that. ‘After everything’, this is your reason for not telling Bakugou your feelings since forever. But isn’t that rather a reason to tell him?”

Izuku swallowed hard, slightly shaking his head. “What do you mean?”

Todoroki started his sentence a few times but ended up pondering, holding up a hand as if to say “Give me a minute.”

“I think what Todoroki-kun is trying to say”, Uraraka said after a while, “is that you two have been through so, so much that it’s hard to imagen your bond would break because of your feelings. Because of anything, to be honest. And let’s face it, Bakugou kissed you, he did make a move! Either because he’s interested and saw his chance, or, because he knew nothing could ever tear you two apart, no matter what.”

Todoroki pointed at Uraraka while she spoke, heavily nodding, obviously agreeing with her. Izuku smiled at his serious face.

He had great friends.

“Tell him, Midoriya-kun”, Iida encouraged him, “It’s the logical next step to end your ongoing torment. Especially when your chances are looking this good.”

Izuku huffed. “I hope they not only look like they’re good.”

He still felt insecure.

It wasn’t like he didn’t trust his friends or their judgement. It was just…

“Guys, I can’t lose him”, and that’s when the tears started to pour, “As my friend, my partner, even as my rival, I can’t lose him, our lives are so intertwined! I cannot not have him in my life!”

“Deku-kun”, Uraraka put her arm around his shoulders, “You have to trust Bakugou on this! Trust him to feel the same way about you, regardless of the potential romance. Please, Deku-kun, believe that you can matter to others in a way they would never ever let you go!”

Izuku cried even harder at that, his sore chest telling him, Uraraka had hit ground there.

The others came close too and they merged into one big, warm, heartfelt group hug.

~~~

[Shitty Hair] Come on, some distraction will help you!

[Pinky] You can’t ignore us forever!

[Pikachu] Mina, don’t challenge him, please ＞︿＜

I said no, just shut it

[Tape] Man, come on, let’s just hang out for a while

NO

[Pinky] Okay Bakugou, then we will start our intervention here

[Pikachu] That’s right

I’ll block you all, no problem

[Shitty Hair] Dude. Just… talk to us

[Shitty Hair] Please

There’s nothing to talk about

I kissed him, he’s been avoiding me since then like I’m the plague or some shit

Which means he’s not fucking interested

And stop telling me he is, it’s fucking with my head!!

[Pinky] Oh Blasty….

[Pinky] But I really think he feels the same way, everyone can see it

[Tape] Yeah, it’s always Kacchan here, Kacchan there, Kacchan and the rest

Guys

I’m so serious right now

This is torture

Stop it or I will leave this group chat and block you all

[Pikachu] Tbh

[Pikachu] If you feel like he’s acting weird, then he def is. You know him better than any of us

[Pikachu] But I don’t think it’s just because of the kiss, that would make no sense! I kissed him practically under the same circumstances, at some UA dorm party playing spin the bottle

Thanks for reminding me there was a reason to absolutely hate your guts

[Tape] Come on, everyone in Class A kissed everyone

[Shitty Hair] Except for Mineta, no one wanted him around for those games

[Pinky] And neither was Blasty because he always chickened out

[Pinky] You could’ve kissed Midoriya ages ago

[Tape] Like the rest of us glorious members of The Bakugou Agency have

I hate you all

And I didn’t chicken out

I just wasn’t interested in your stupid drinking games

And had training to focus on

[Pikachu] So did Mido and he did fine

Fuck you

[Shitty Hair] For real though, that’s a good point! He never avoided anyone after those games, even if it was awkward as hell

[Pikachu] Right?? I don’t think it’s just the fact that you kissed him

Yeah well, thankfully there’s still the factor of me doing it on national television on a show, which was uploaded on the internet for every.goddamn.person.tosee!!

[Tape] Both of your popularity pools have gone through the roof though

Not the point

[Pinky] Yeah, everyone loves you

[Pinky] Respectively but also together!

Still not the point

[Shitty Hair] The point is that a little peck isn’t something that would make Mido turn his back on you. Not even the whole broadcasting thing, he would just scold you backstage and tell you, you went off the road with that

[Tape] I agree, it’s not like Midoriya at all to avoid you like that

[Pikachu] Talk to him, Blasty, most likely it’s just a stupid misunderstanding

[Pinky] I think so too

[Pinky] There’s no way he’d distance himself from you over something like this

Yeah but over me being in love with him when he’s not in love with me might be a good fucking reason, don’t you think?!

[Shitty Hair] ….

[Shitty Hair] Even though you might block us all for this but as Mina said, everyone who has eyes and ears, realizes how you two feel for each other and even if we are all wrong and dumb and were fooled into thinking so

[Shitty Hair] What’s your plan then? Avoiding him back for live?

[Pinky] Ei is right

[Tape] Bakugou?

[Shitty Hair] Are you still with us?

[Pinky] Blasty, why aren’t you replying??

[Pikachu] Oh no, did we push him too hard (⊙_⊙;)

[Shitty Hair] He hasn’t left the chat tho

Yet

[Pinky] Oh, there you are, thank goodnessssss

I know we’re going to figure this out

Eventually

It’s just that

idk

[Pikachu] You have to panic first

[Pinky] It’s part of your process

Tch

Shitheads, stop spending so much time on social media

And I wasn’t replying because there was someone at the door

[Tape] Omg

[Shitty Hair] It’s him, right??

Well, yeah

So

Stop blowing up my phone

[Pinky] Omg, Blasty, please, please, PLEASE be honest with him and tell him how you feel

[Pikachu] You can do it, Kacchan!!!

[Shitty Hair] But give us an update later!!

[Pikachu] If he won’t be too busy for that ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

Fuckingggg

Shut upp!!!

[Tape] Are you blushing?

[Pinky] He definitely is

[Pikachu] Cute

[Shitty Hair] Come on guys, don’t be like that

[Shitty Hair] Good luck, man! Not that you need it!

[Tape] Fingers crossed!<3

[Pikachu] Double crossed<33

[Pinky] Triple crossed<333

Katsuki scoffed and locked his phone.

They could be annoying as hell, but they were great fucking friends.

Katsuki took a deep breath before turning to Izuku who had settled on his couch, being a fidgeting mess.

“Hi, Kacchan. Sorry but can I come in?”, he had asked when Katsuki had opened the door, too stunned for a moment to say a word.

“Get inside, I’ll be with you in a second”, he had said and had rushed to the kitchen, trying to compose himself.

Izuku was here. After avoiding him for over a week.

Katsuki was finally able to make this right. Whatever that meant.

“Weren’t you supposed to be with your nerd group”, Katsuki asked now while also sitting down, for the moment as far away as possible. Not to give the nerd the creeps or something.

“I was, yeah”, Izuku said, his eyes nervously jumping all over the room, “But yeah, they, I mean, we… I…”, he let out a deep groan and buried his face in his hands.

Katsuki watched him with a pounding heart.

He didn’t know what to do.

~~~

Izuku didn’t know what to do.

After the heart-to-heart with his friends, he had just rushed over to Katsuki’s place, not being able to stand the tension anymore. The not-knowing.

And now he didn’t know what to say, tumbling over his own words.

“Nerd”, he heard Katsuki say, “Are you okay?”

Izuku let out a long breath and let his hands sink, finally meeting Katsuki’s eyes.

Even in sweatpants and an old Deku-Merch-Shirt – which made Izuku’s heart jump – he looked phenomenal, like some model.

This realization was almost enough to make Izuku sprint out of the apartment, ignoring all of his prior resolutions of confronting Katsuki.

“I’m glad you’re here. You for sure gave me silent treatment.”

Izuku gasped for air, surprised at those words. And instantly feeling guilty.

“Sorry”, he whispered back, “I know I’ve been acting distant lately. Sorry if I upset you.”

Katsuki slightly shook his head, lowering his eyes and the way his face twisted made him look so sad it was almost painful for Izuku to look at him.

“’s okay”, he said after a while, seeming a little hesitant, “I mean, was it… was it because of the kiss?”

Izuku watched as Katsuki played with a loose thread of one of his cushions.

Be honest, he told himself, Trust that you can work through it. Together.

“Yes”, he admitted.

Katsuki slowly nodded. “Are you mad at me?”

Izuku pressed his lips together before answering: “No.”

At that Katsuki’s eyes shot back to Izuku’s. “You’re not?”

Izuku sighed, shaking his head.

“Then…”, Katsuki started carefully, “why did you shut me out?”

Izuku looked at Katsuki for a few moments without saying anything. He just wanted to remember everything about Katsuki, taking in every little detail about him before he might ruin their relationship forever.

“Because I was sad”, Izuku said, his voice shaking.

Katsuki slowly shook his head, clearly not understanding. “What do you… I mean... why?”

Okay, Izuku thought, Be honest. Just do it.

“Because I… because I liked it”, Izuku burst out and his view got blurry with tears, “I liked it and I’ve wanted it for ages and when I finally got it, it was only for the tiniest moment and only the ghost of a touch and it just painfully reminded me of what I could never have and I… I just”, Izuku’s voice cracked, and he held up his hands to hide his face, not wanting to make this more of a scene than necessary.

For a moment there was just silence.

“I just thought I needed some time to reset myself”, Izuku hiccupped and when he was about to add an apology, he felt warm hands on his wrists, pulling his hands down.

“Izuku.”

Feeling Katsuki’s soft touch, hearing his gentle voice made Izuku’s stomach flutter with trillions of butterflies.

“Izuku, look at me.”

And Izuku did. He looked up and met crimson, tender eyes. Izuku didn’t dare breathe.

“Nerd”, Katsuki whispered, “Don’t play with me right now. Do you… do you mean all of that?”

The pleading in his voice had Izuku gasping, nodding forcefully.

“I do, Kacchan, I do!”

Katsuki's eyes grew wide. “I’m about to kiss you senseless, I hope you know that.”

Izuku made a surprised sound. “What?”

Katsuki clicked his tongue and closed his eye.

For a moment Izuku was able to simply look at Katsuki’s face. It was flushed, his brows furrowed only a little bit and a smile was starting to stretch over his face.

Once again, Izuku marbled at his beauty.

“I swear, Izuku”, Katsuki breathed out when he reopened his eyes, “You can have all the kisses and all the cuddles and just fucking everything you want from me, you just have to say it.”

Izuku blinked a few times. “You want me, too?”

Katsuki scoffed, shaking his head while grinning to himself.

“I want you, I love you, I need you, pick one, it’s all there, waiting for you.”

Izuku’s face flared up, heat washing all over his body. Was he dreaming?

“But…”, he started to protest, “But why didn’t you say something?”

“Why didn’t you?”, Katsuki shot back, just like Todoroki had earlier.

“Well, because”, Izuku huffed, “I mean, I didn’t want to scare you away and I was so sure you weren’t interested!”

“Don’t you have eyes, nerd?”, Katsuki frowned.

Izuku snorted. “I could ask you the same! And Kacchan, you just go around and claim everything you want and then earn it. I thought if there was the slightest possibility of you wanting me, you would’ve… you would’ve just-”

Izuku wanted to sound accusing, more in a joking manner, but instead new tears spilled out of his eyes, years of perceived rejection aching in his chest.

“Shit, nerd, don’t”, Katsuki whispered, letting go of Izuku’s wrists and instead placing his hands on Izuku’s face to brush his tears away, “I’m sorry, okay? I just didn’t think about how my usual behavior would make you think like that. But I get it now. I should’ve said something.”

Izuku sniffled, melting into Katsuki’s touch.

“Why didn’t you?”, Izuku asked again.

Katsuki let out a shaky breath, still caressing Izuku’s cheekbones with his thumbs, even though there were no new tears.

“Where do I even start with that…”, he mumbled, more to himself.

Izuku shrugged, studying Katsuki’s face. “Whereever.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, a small smile tugging on his lips. “It was just that…”, he started, “I mean. I wasn’t sure if you really liked me that way. Yeah, sure, you’ve always kinda been fanboying over me since we were little, but I thought that was it. Admiration. And even if it was more than that, let’s be honest – I just know I won’t ever be able to match your pure energy. How could I, probably the country's rudest pro hero, possibly deserve you? How could you want this?”

It hurt Izuku to his bones to see Katsuki gesturing to all of himself.

“Not to mention the shit I pulled when we were younger.”

“Kacchan!”, Izuku called out when Katsuki’s voice broke, leaning his forehead against Katsuki’s, “Please, don’t say that. Your heart is just as good, don’t put yourself down, we talked about this! You just show your affection and your care in different ways than I do.”

“Is this about your stupid love languages again?”, Katsuki tried to joke, but his voice was still shaky.

“Don’t call them stupid”, Izuku smiled softly, “They really help me to understand myself and others better. And to manage my expectations.”

Katsuki was silent for a while but eventually nodded. “I know. Same.”

Izuku made a content sound, taking in a deep breath to address something else Katsuki had said. Something that would always weigh heavy on Izuku’s chest: “And please. The past is in the past, we worked through it, and I forgave you. I hope you can start doing the same.”

Izuku could feel that Katsuki was holding back a sob. After a few moments passed the blond nodded.

They stayed like this for a while, eyes closed, sharing a breath.

When Izuku finally leaned back, he said: “I’m not that pure anyways”, he smiled a little, “I do get jealous and greedy and possessive and hostile. Like, a lot.”

Katsuki looked at him doubtingly, scoffing.

“I do! When it comes to you, I do”, Izuku explained, “I want you all to myself and I hate it when people talk badly about you and oh my god, Kacchan, I just get so mad when people get into your personal space! And whenever I see people flirting with you who are in your league and not just plain looking like me I could smash a whole building and I-“

“Hold up, hold up, hold up”, Katsuki interrupted him, squeezing his eyes shot while shaking his head, “Did I just hear you call yourself plain? Did that just really happen?!”

“Eh…”, Izuku was confused at Katsuki’s strong reaction, “Yeah?”

“Okay”, Katsuki suddenly let go of Izuku and got on his feet, waving at Izuku to join him, “I have to beat your ass for that, stand up, nerd, I’ll get some sense into you.”

Izuku couldn’t help himself and started to laugh. “So dramatic!”, he called out, holding his belly.

“Tch”, Katsuki clicked his tongue, “You’re hot as fuck, cute as fuck and beautiful as fuck, it’s messing with my heartrate regularly, so shut the fuck up about you being plain. The hell?!”

Izuku was quite stunned, all he could do was stare at the blond.

After a few moments Katsuki seemed to grow uncomfortable. “W-what?!”

Izuku just looked at him in awe for a few more seconds before saying: “I just love you so much and I want all of you, I still can’t believe you just asked that. There’s absolutely no question about that for me. Every mood, every emotion, every thought of yours, everything. I want it all.”

Izuku watched as tears pooled in Katsuki’s eyes.

“And I... I just can’t believe you love me back and that you like how I look and that I-“

Izuku got interrupted by Katsuki swooping forward, pressing him down on the couch, cupping his face and starting to kiss him. Like really kissing him this time.

Izuku immediately arched into him, kissing him back with a hunger only years of pining could create. And even though their bodies were pressed together, he couldn’t get enough. He would never get enough of Bakugou Katsuki. Never, even if they would get to spend a thousand lifetimes together.

“Fuck, nerd, I can’t believe every weird shipper’s dream will come true”, Katsuki panted when they parted to catch their breaths.

“Come on, don’t say that, some of them wrote really sweet stuff about us.”

“Yeah, and very, very smutty shit too”, Katsuki smirked.

“You read it!”, Izuku laughed disbelieving, running hot once again.

Katsuki barked out a laugh. “Well, you obviously did too, judging by the fact that you look like a strawberry right now”, Katsuki pinched one of Izuku’s flushed cheeks and lowered his face again, “Shit,I totally get why I bit you back then.”

“No, Kacchan, don’t, you will bruise me!”, Izuku started to laugh even harder, wiggling against Katsuki’s hold.

When Katsuki’s lips left soft kisses on Izuku’s cheeks and jaw and mouth, he stopped his protest and snaked his arms around Katsuki’s neck.

“As much as I hated this stupid show with their stupid made up dares, it finally made me make my shot”, Katsuki said in between kisses.

Izuku huffed, closing his eyes dreamingly. He was so happy they went to that show even though he had regretted it for the past week. And he was so happy he had decided to confront Katsuki even though he had dreaded it for days.

“Thinking about the dares, everything besides the kiss was so lame. It’s kind of pathetic to think they were preparing it all beforehand and didn’t come up with better dares.”

Katsuki snorted, grinning down at Izuku.

“You really can get cheeky, huh?”

Izuku used his newfound confidence that Katsuki’s words about his looks had sparked in him and grinned right back. “I guess you have to come find out, Kacchan.”

The look on Katsuki’s face was priceless.

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