#pro hero beacon

[comatosebunny09]

oral fixation | astarion a.

summary: he loves your lips. especially when they’re so eagerly wrapped around him. genre(s): erotica, romance warning(s): female anatomy described, oral fixation, face-fucking, bj, jealousy, possessiveness, bodily fluids, choking, cum-eating, brief dacryphilia, explicit language, alcohol and tobacco use (hookah), blood drinking now playing: criminal - taemin notes: please thank @nanaoise08squad for helping me write this! also, please let me know if i missed any warnings! hope you enjoy, lovelies! screenshot credit

Lips.

Your lips.

They’re his favorite—if anyone ever bothered to ask what he enjoys most about your body.

Well, other than the devastating clench of your pussy, of course.

They’re pillow-soft. Thick. Flushed like rose petals. Cute when they’re pulled into that warm smile. 

Alluring, stretched into a thin line as you glare at your enemies. 

Exquisite, stained with blood and bruises and split—he can’t help wanting to lick them whenever he sets his eyes on them, even in the heat of battle.

Perfect and sweltering, curled around him. Dribbling with globs of spit and pre-spend as you take him down your throat. His favorite of all. And those pretty, garbled sounds you release when he presses deeper, testing your gag reflexes, amplifies his love for them.

Your sinfully gorgeous lips.  

Gods.

Astarion bites his lip, threatening to draw blood. 

He observes you through the wispy haze of tobacco smoke staining the lounge, trained on every twitch and spasm of your mouth beneath the dulled lighting. Every smile, every scowl. Every dart of your tongue from betwixt them, chasing wine that glides down the corners.

Your tongue leaves a sheen of saliva in its wake. Astarion swallows thickly. Unconsciously flashes back to how you make his cock gleam like that. Glistening and flushed an angry red when you release him with a lewd pop after swallowing him down like a fucking pro.

Astarion shudders, his eyes rolling into the backs of their sockets. His fingernails pull at the plush, crimson cushions beneath him, a groan trying to make itself known.

You’ll be the death of him; he’s sure of it. 

Astarion sulks, swirling the contents of his goblet, brows weighed down in the middle by something like irritation. 

You’re doing this on purpose. Enticing him. Vexing him. Your eyes occasionally find him across the lounge. Twinkle with mischief below bowed lashes before flitting back to your company. Company he wishes would piss off.

He can think of better ways to occupy your mouth that don’t involve meaningless conversation.

However, everyone’s gathered around you to celebrate the famed Hero of Baldur’s Gate. Despite Astarion’s protests, you insisted on staying. 

You are a beacon of hope. An idol perched on a plinth, the Madonna della Pietà. Who would he be to steal you away from your adoring fans?

He just wishes his trousers weren’t so unbearably tight. Wishes he wasn’t straining against the seam of them, throbbing and pulsing with beads of pre-cum staining the thick material. Plagued by memories of the beautiful sounds he evokes from your mouth instead of your airy laughter filling his head once again.

Astarion crosses his legs with a petulant sigh and shoves a pillow onto his lap to mask his growing need. Quietly simmers, downing what remains in his cup. He swipes the back of his hand across his chin to clean up errant dribbles of wine, uncaring of how unsightly he must appear.

He’s in no mood for pleasantries. No mood to entertain others, waving off the belly dancers who try vainly to charm him with the wind of their hips. He’s too busy boring holes into the arm draped about your shoulders—one of your fans getting a little too cozy. 

If looks could kill, he would’ve murdered this imbecile a thousand times over.

His vision glosses red when the man’s thumb swipes at the corner of your lips under the pretense of cleaning off some wine.

“There you go, lass,” he murmurs, the rough pad of his thumb grazing your chin. “Good as new. And still just as pretty.” 

There’s no mistaking the gleam in his eye. The lecherous cant of his lips. A look Astarion knows all too well, having pinned you with it so many times himself. 

You chuckle something tense, finding Astarion’s gaze through the discord.

Astarion moves on instinct. Soundless as a panther, pushing through the harem of dancers that had gathered around him. Parts through the revelers assembled at your feet, and they look up at him with varying degrees of alarm.

With an abrasive sound pinched from his lungs, Astarion plucks you from the settee with a possessive hand encircling your wrist. Murmurs a curt excuse us, daring the man who touched you to protest with a predatory glare over his shoulder. 

The hairs of your neck stand ramrod stiff. A pleasant, cooling sensation pools in your belly. Trickles southward into your underwear, and you throb.

You do so love it when he gets like this. Green-eyed and seething.

You bid the other patrons farewell, unable to disguise the sinister arc of your lips. Toddle behind your beloved, your body still buzzing from the wine, your head still spinning from the nicotine. Astarion finally tugs you beneath layers of sheer, burgundy curtains, far from the grasp of the lounge’s other clients.

“Astarion,” you gasp as the world twists around you, and he pulls your stumbling, giggling self before him.

You’ve hardly any time to admire your surroundings, the swell of sound from the longue muddled and blotted out by the clipped growl rumbling in Astarion’s chest. 

You only have the gleam of his irises and the flash of his teeth as warnings before you tumble backward onto a mass of pillows, shoved into them by your beloved. You clamber to your elbows, breaths labored, pupils dilated. Again, you’re pushed into the satiny cushions as Astarion crawls overtop, fingers winding around your jaw and neck to hold you in place for him to ravage you.

He slots himself between your legs, and it’s like he’s always been there. Feasts on your mouth, pushing past the barrier of your teeth in pursuit of your tongue, thumb pressing against your larynx. He pours the most relieved sound between your lips when he finds it. Entices it into an ardent dance, and Gods, you’re so warm and wet here. He can’t help how he bears down, hips rolling like waves licking the shoreline as he presses against the stitching of your breeches.

You moan in tandem, and the air punches from your lungs, the heels of your feet digging into his back as you twine your legs around his waist. 

His other hand pulls and bunches up your clothing in search of the supple glide of your skin. Groans something satisfied when the hardened pads of his fingertips find the xylophone of your rib cage, easing upward. He grazes the underside of your breast, and he kneads and rolls your nipple with slow, meticulous circles, luring the prettiest little whine from your throat.

“Astarion,” you recite, clawing at the bindings of his breeches. It’s the sweetest supplication to his ears to hear you begging so wantonly for him. To see he isn’t the only one who missed the hot press of your body to his.

He abandons your mouth to blister your neck with kisses, fangs nipping at your clavicle, thumbs cruising down the dip of your stomach in search of your hips whilst you arch your back. He sighs around your nipple when your soft hands close around the head of his cock, tugging and squeezing, your thumbs generous as they spread pre-spend around him. Instinctively, Astarion ruts into the scorching clasp of your hands, breathing hot against your flesh, rolling your other nipple between lithe fingers.

It’s almost embarrassing how desperately he yearns for you. How he leaks and whimpers while you fist him, and his canines sink into the doughy flesh of your tit, pulling a yelp from your mouth. He licks over the wounds in apology, hips pinning your waist to the floor. He’s dizzied and overwhelmed, and the wind of your waist isn’t helping matters. 

The succulent tang of your blood provokes his tastebuds, and his hips paint a rhythm of their own volition as he pistons against you. He glances up whilst your head crashes into the pillows, your lips glistening and parting with a breath, and your lids shuttered against the wave of ecstasy sifting through your spine.

“Astarion,” you breathe, pulling so nicely on his cock. Swallow. “Astarion, please. My mouth. Need, I—you…want you in my mouth.”

How sweet you sound, begging for your mouth to be stretched wide and violated. The jumble of your words is endearing. Usually, Astarion would tease you for your impatience. But he hasn’t the tolerance to, having gone without your lips sucking him in for days.

Astarion pants, scrambling to his knees, straddling your shoulders, and tugging his breeches down, down, down until his impressive girth springs free of its confines. It slaps intimidatingly against his abdominals, a pretty, gossamer string of pre dribbling from the slit towards your chin, and his cock twitches at your eagerness.

There’s reverence in your stare. Hunger as your mouth opens and closes, and your perfect body squirms beneath him, anticipation lancing through you. You squeeze your thighs together to ward off the delicious, sparkling rush of endorphins collecting between them. 

You watch as Astarion handles himself, his hand swallowing up the bulk of his cock whilst he pumps himself, head thrown back, the tendons of his neck flexing. 

He groans something feral and desperate, his cock grinding against the hot, sticky pucker of your lips. 

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Fuck, darling. Open your mouth. Now.”

He spares you a few more stuttered rolls of his pelvis. Taps the turgid flesh of his cock against your tongue before feeding the swollen, sensitive head between your lips. 

“Oh, Gods,” Astarion sighs. Draws back, his body shivering as your mouth releases him with an obscene pop. You flitter your tongue over the slit, chasing the briny edge of pre-cum.

He peers down at you through furled lashes, irises smoldering like liquid spilled over hot coals. He chuckles something breathy, easing back into the hot suction of your mouth.

“Eager, aren’t we, darling?” he husks. Cheeky as he drives himself deeper until your jaw clicks, your eyes roll back, and your whimper vibrates around him.

Your pussy clenches, and you undulate your hips off the floor. Grip the taut globes of Astarion’s ass, urging him further inside until he agitates your gag reflexes. 

Your throat constricts around him, a fist-like vice that brings him barreling forward onto his hands. And he’s a pretty, panting mess hovering over you, alabaster curls falling over his eyes, sweat gliding down the tips, brows creased in anguish.

He gives you minimal time to adjust before taking a fistful of your hair and pinning it to the pillows, keeping you in place so he can fuck into your mouth. 

Slowly, he draws his hips backward until only the head rests on the palate of your tongue. You whine petulantly before Astarion pushes back in, building a steady tempo thereafter, your lips stretching so wonderfully to accommodate him each time.

His mouth forms around silent ohs. Breaths choppy as he fucks your face, and saliva meddled with pre-spend bubbles on your cheeks. 

Your eyes gloss over with tears, your throat rubbed raw, jaw aching. But you squeeze his ass ever tighter, urging him to use you. To chase that cresting wave of pleasure. You could die like this, with his cock distending your throat and your pussy weeping and begging to be stuffed.

“Gods, fuck, fuck, fuck,” chants your lover. His hips stutter, and his cock throbs on your tongue, fingers gripping your hair in a way that’s almost bruising. You know he’s nearing his peak, and you take to kneading his weighted, tight balls to help steer him to the edge.

It takes but a few more thrusts into the opulent warmth of your mouth before he paints your throat in thick, syrupy steaks of white. He pushes a groan through clenched teeth, eyes screwed shut whilst he cranes his neck back, exhaling his release.

You choke, the hot rush of tears blistering your cheeks. But Astarion holds your mouth in place as you thoroughly milk him, dumping the last vestiges of his cum down your throat. 

He slowly unsheathes himself. Crawls down to straddle your hips, petting through the riot of your hair and drawing your swollen mouth into an apologetic kiss. He tenderly entwines your tongues together, the briny tang of his cum coaxing a moan from him.

Astarion rolls onto his back beside you, giving you time to catch your breath. And with your lashes dewy and wet and your lips abused, you chuckle something satisfied. Astarion looks at you warily before laughing himself, seeking out your hand to lace your fingers together.

“I should make you jealous more often,” you muse once your laughter peters. You roll onto your side, propped on your elbow, cheek perched on your hand whilst you run your finger down the length of his arm. A cattish grin rounds your lips.

Astarion scoffs, avoiding your stare. “Jealous? Me?”

You give him a pointed look.

He flinches beneath the weight of your glare, a nervous smile twitching his lips. “Well…maybe just a little.”

You sit like this for a while longer, admiring the flutter of his lashes and the peachy hue of his cheeks. Finally, he breaks the comfortable silence, pinning you with a scarlet-spun gaze. 

“We should go.” Astarion slowly sits up, a smirk taking residence on his lips as he tugs you into the circle of his arms. “I’ve much more in store for you, my love. Things I can’t be bothered to do…here.”

You shiver at the thought, boneless as your lover hauls you to your feet. You fix your clothes and hair as best you can before Astarion leads you back to the main lounge, twin smiles adorning your lips.

Astarion swings by the bar to drop some coin onto the counter to pay for your drinks. Catches the eye of the man who’d had his arm around you earlier, and his mind sparkles with a sinister idea.

He draws you against him, your breath coming out in a gasp before he takes possession of your cheeks and lures you into a soul-siphoning kiss. One of tongues and teeth and sloppiness, and you find your thighs rubbing together again to curb the insistent throb between them. 

You whimper into his mouth, and Astarion fixes the man with a sinister look over your shoulder as he grips your ass and squeezes. Something of a warning, a threat. 

Touch her again, and I’ll have your head on a pike. 

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[kikis-writing-service]

Spicy Curry (Bakugou Katsuki x F!Reader) Chapter 5

Summary: Pro-hero Dynamight hides his developing hearing loss from the public. He doesn’t want them or the villains to know about what he considers his only weakness. His family knows. His best friends know. And now you, the owner of his favorite little curry shop, know. You want to live a quiet life & to protect your son. The last thing you want is to draw attention to yourself. You hide your identity, you hide your scars, and you hide your quirk. And then Bakugou, Katsuki walks in one day with dried blood on his ears, and you can’t help but help him.

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 ? ? ? ? ?

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Content Warning: This fic will contain mentions of past abuse from a “partner”, including sexual assault.

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In the golden glow of the late afternoon sun, Kouichi and Katsuki walk side by side. Their steps sync as they stroll side by side, your silhouette casting a gentle glow ahead, like a beacon guiding their path. Kouichi’s hands dance through the air with a graceful flurry of gestures—palms closing, then flinging open with a snap, his eyes aglow with endless curiosity. Meanwhile, Katsuki’s larger hands fumble, struggling to keep pace with the boy’s animated movements.

“Ever accidentally blown someone up?” Kouichi’s question hangs in the air, his hands brushing against his chest in a hesitant mimic of a heartbeat, fingers trembling before folding back. His gaze dips, then rises to meet Katsuki’s again.

“Yeah, happens sometimes,” Katsuki signs, hands rising a few inches, palms open. Echoes of singed collars, the acrid scent of burnt fabric, and a childhood friend’s laughter play behind his eyes. “Gotta be careful and have control.” His hands flutter gently, settling back down.

“How?” Kouichi’s brows shoot up, hands tracing a graceful arc in the air, fingers lingering. “Your quirk is so strong, so dangerous!” Awe flickers in his eyes as he tilts his head. Katsuki’s chest swells with a hint of pride, swiftly subdued by a wry smile. Kouichi’s innocence mirrors a younger version of himself, full of bravado and reckless curiosity.

“Training, kid,” Katsuki signs, tapping his forehead repeatedly. His hands spread open, facing forward, then push against an invisible force, arms slightly bent. Each motion conveys the sheer practice it took to control his quirk.

Katsuki tilts his head, brows raised in a silent question. “You? Got a strong quirk too?” His fingers splay briefly, then draw back, mirroring Kouichi’s earlier gesture.

Kouichi nods, his answer unspoken, hanging heavily in the air between them.

In the rhythmic hum of the laundromat, Katsuki’s imposing figure stands out against the serenity of the nearly empty space. Like a silent guardian, Kouichi claims his post before the churning waters, watching over your laundry. A playful sign from you directs him to keep an eye on the clothes as you drift toward a weathered bench, Katsuki following like a wolf shadowing a rabbit. The bench groans beneath his weight, his silent presence a reassuring anchor beside you.

His sharp, assessing gaze softens as it meets yours. “Didn’t expect you to have a kid,” his fingers sign, tapping his forehead twice, a hint of surprise lingering in the air. Even as he leans back, the tension in his shoulders refuses to fully unravel.

Your lips curve into a knowing smile. “Life’s full of surprises,” you chuckle, the vibration sending a comforting warmth through him. For a fleeting moment, he wishes to be even closer. A playful gleam enters your eyes. “How old do you think I am?” Your thumb and index finger meet, gliding straight down towards your stomach, a playful challenge dancing on your fingers.

Katsuki falters, caught between the unexpected jest and the truth shimmering in your smile. “Twenty-four,” he finally signs, hands forming the numbers, his gaze searching yours for the punchline.

The laugh that bubbles up from you seems to dance across his chest, a soft vibration against his skin. “Twenty-nine,” you confess, fingers shaping the numbers, your gaze meeting his with a playful tilt of your head. “A few years your senior, it seems,” you sign, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. Your fingers playfully count, then tap your forehead with a single finger, a silent challenge in your eyes.

The admission hangs in the air, a tangible presence filling the space between you. The washing machine’s steady thrumming echoes the beat of his suddenly racing heart. A few years? He chews on the words, surprised by the unexpected twist. It isn’t a vast difference, not to most, but in the whirlwind of emotions you provoke, it feels like a chasm.

“Really?” he manages, too shocked to use sign language, the word coming out a touch sharper than intended. The self-consciousness, that familiar foe, creeps up his neck, burning his cheeks. Is that disappointment he sees in your eyes or just a mirrored echo of his own surprise?

You lean in, a single strand of hair brushing the edge of his shoulder. His body shivers involuntarily at the warm breath against his ear and neck. “Not a bad thing, is it?” Your voice, a soft whisper against the machine’s hum, carries a hint of amusement. The warmth of your presence radiates against him, a comforting counterpoint to the cool bench.

“Not bad,” he echoes, his voice husky. “Just… unexpected.” The unspoken truth hangs heavy, a storm brewing behind his eyes. He’s not sure he’s ready to face it, let alone navigate the currents of attraction pulling him closer.

You pull back, creating a deliberate but gentle distance between you. The warmth that had enveloped him now dissipates, leaving a void filled with unspoken tension. In the quiet embrace of the laundromat’s hum, Katsuki allows the tide of his emotions to carry him, a question lingering on his tongue like an elusive catch. Curiosity and concern weave within him, creating a knot impossible to untangle.

“What about his dad?” he signs, fist-bumping his forehead twice before opening it in a silent query.

Your smile wavers, a fleeting tremor before steadying back into place. Katsuki’s gut tightens, sensing he has touched a delicate chord. “He’s not in the picture,” you respond, fist clutched near your chest, palm facing away. A swift flick sends it outward, like a discarded portrait beyond reach. Your brows furrow, a subtle head shake carrying the weight of unspoken words.

Katsuki swallows the apology forming on his tongue, aware of the pain swirling within you. He yearns to delve deeper, to inquire about Kouichi and you, but the storm cloud of your hurt lingers. Instead, he opts for silence, finding solace in the warmth pressed against his side. It seeps into the cracks of his unease, offering a shared refuge in the hushed ambiance of the laundromat.

His fingers itch with the desire to ask, the question a barbed hook caught in his throat. Torn between respecting your privacy and the burning need to understand, his hands finally articulate the words: “How did he lose his hearing?” he signs, fingers intertwining like vines seeking solace. His earnest gaze searches yours for an answer.

You pause, a flicker of something—guilt?—passing through your eyes. “He was born that way,” you sign, tracing a path from stomach to heart. “It was…hard.”

Katsuki’s gaze steadies on your hands, a familiar pang in his chest twisting in a different way. He comprehends the feeling of being outside the box, constantly challenging a world that demands conformity. In your eyes, he glimpses a rawness, a vulnerability that tugs at his rough exterior.

Aching to offer comfort, to utter a soothing word, he finds his tongue feeling clumsy, the words caught between pride and the newfound awareness of your fragility. Softness has never been his forte; he’s a bull in a China shop, built for explosions, not delicacy. Yet, an unfamiliar urge to shield someone from the world’s rough edges envelops him. Fumbling with it, he settles for a subtle shift closer, his presence a silent, rumbling reassurance. No words needed, just the weight of his frame, a shield against the world’s harsh edges.

“Kouichi seems… secretive about his quirk,” Katsuki signs, hands forming the familiar shape near his chest, brow furrowed in a mix of curiosity and concern. His gaze flickers to yours, a hint of protectiveness glinting beneath the usual fiery intensity. “What’s up with that?”

You sigh, a flicker of worry flitting across your face. “He’s had… difficulties,” you sign, your brows mirroring his furrow. One of your hands forms a fist, resting heavily on your chest. “There was an incident at his school.”

Katsuki felt the irritation bubble in his throat when he saw the look of frustration flit across your face. His brow furrowed, mirroring yours. The sharp edge of his posture softened as he leaned back, elbows finding purchase on the worn wood. “Incident?” he signed, the question still holding its edge, but his gaze holding a curious glint.

The air thickens with unspoken memories, a tangible presence you can almost taste. You take a deep breath, the scent of fabric softener doing little to mask the phantom smell of burnt flesh clinging to the edges of your mind. “His quirk…it just manifested,” you signed, hands mimicking the familiar shape for power near your chest. You lingered a beat longer than usual, the weight of the event hanging heavy in the air. A grimace played across your face, your gaze hardening for a fleeting moment before softening. “He can raise his body temperature. Like a furnace.” Your hands wrap around an invisible heat source near your chest, then your fingers spread outwards rapidly.

A jolt of realization struck Katsuki. The singed hand you’d tried to hide–it all clicked into place. “That’s why your hand…,” he began, his voice rough with concern, lines etching themselves into his face.

Your fingertips caress Katsuki’s lips, silencing him mid-sentence. The warmth of his breath dances across your skin, sending a tingling sensation down your spine. You hesitate, your hand hovering near his face, captured by the intensity of his gaze. Your heart races as you gulp and slowly withdraw your hand, allowing it to rest on your lap. His piercing eyes follow the movement, lingering on the bandage adorning your palm. The one he’d wrapped clumsily but carefully just a few nights ago, the one you haven’t bothered to change. It’s a mess, wrinkled, and slightly stained from the spices you’ve been handling.

His brow furrowed, and his jaw tightened, a storm brewing in his gaze. He reached out, his rough, calloused fingers hesitantly brushing against yours before firmly taking hold of your hand.

“What the hell,” he mutters, his voice rough but laced with something that feels like…care? He grabs your hand, his grip firm but gentle. “You still haven’t changed this?”

Your body instinctively recoils, muscles tensing and heart racing at the slightest indication of danger. A memory flashes before your eyes: rough hands gripping you tightly, a frigid gaze piercing into your very soul, a menacing voice whispering threats that still echo in your ears. It all disappears in an instant, but the fear lingers on like a heavy fog. Your throat tightens, stifling a scream that never escapes. Instead, a meek apology slips out of your trembling lips.

Katsuki’s body tenses, his fists clenching tightly as he feels his frustration melt away like wisps of smoke. His eyebrows knit together in a mixture of concern and confusion, the two emotions warring for dominance in his stormy gaze. As a hero, he knows this reaction all too well. It’s the response of someone who longs to flee but is paralyzed by fear. The response of a person who has tried to escape before and learned the harsh lesson that it’s safer to stay put.

He reels you back in, his voice softening. “Hey,” he murmurs, his thumb gently tracing the lines of the bandage, his gaze lingering on the tremor in your hand. “’Sokay, alright? Just…take care of yourself, yeah?” You feel a prickle of warmth, a mixture of guilt, and the unfamiliar comfort of his protectiveness.

His words wash over you, each syllable a soothing balm. It doesn’t erase the memory but pushes it back, a tide receding from a battered shore. His touch, gentle yet firm, feels like a grounding anchor, tethering you to the present where the air is warm and the hum of the washing machines a steady beat. You take a deep breath and force yourself to meet his gaze, the intensity of it almost overwhelming. The fear that had threatened to consume you recedes, replaced by a wave of relief so potent it makes your head spin. It’s like stepping out of a suffocating darkness into the unexpected glow of a red sun.

“Yeah. I’ll change it,” you promise, your voice soft but determined. It’s been so long since anyone has shown any concern for your well-being. So long since someone has offered their help expecting nothing in return. You can’t help but wonder why Katsuki is being so kind to you. Sure, he may have a rough exterior and a sharp tongue, but there’s something about him that makes your heart ache with an unexplainable longing. Katsuki’s concern feels like a forbidden oasis, a shimmering pool of hope beckoning you closer.

And just like that, his warmth suddenly feels reminiscent of a ghost—like a brand against your skin. Your fingers twitch against his grip, the urge to flee as strong as the fear that had consumed you moments ago. The cruel joke of the universe hangs heavy in your mind, a bitter taste on your tongue. Why him? Why now? Why offer you this unexpected kindness, only to remind you of what you can never have? You inch your hand back, drawing a thin line of space between you and him. The worn bandage scrapes against his calloused thumb.

Katsuki senses the shift, his sharp gaze darting from your retreating hand to your now-averted face. A quiet tension hangs in the air between you, a palpable unease that he can almost taste on his tongue. A silent conversation plays out in the furrow of his brow, his hero instincts battling with the unspoken fragility he sees in your posture. He knows prying wouldn’t help, not yet. A sense of powerlessness grips his heart as he imagines you bearing this unseen weight all on your own. His hero instincts scream at him to protect you from the unknown source of your panic. He huffs quietly, frustrated at his own inability. That seems to be the trend these days, he thinks bitterly. Unable to hear, unable to be a hero, unable to help anyone around him. He’s become so damn useless, and it eats away at him like a festering wound.

His eyes trace the delicate curve of your profile, taking in the subtle changes—your eyes now lighter, fixed on Kouichi as he leans against the porthole of the washing machine. Your words from a few days ago echo in his head: “You’re Dynamight, the goddamn explosion hero. I’ve seen you blast through villains on TV. And no matter how bad things look, you always pull through, right?” His cheeks warm. He huffs again, but this time, it’s a defiant puff. A consequence of the determination bubbling up his gut. He squares his shoulders, the frustration morphing into a quiet resolve. He knows pushing you won’t help. He needs to find another way.

“Maybe I can help.” The words tumble out of Katsuki’s mouth before he has time to process it. He hadn’t meant to say it, not yet. The impulse, fueled by a potent mix of hero instincts and a strange, unfamiliar warmth towards you, simply overrides his usual caution. You turn your head, a sliver of surprise cracking through your curious expression.

Katsuki’s heart catches in his throat for a second. He’s not used to this—not used to the way you look at him with bright expectant eyes like you truly believe he could level mountains and tame storms if he sets his mind to it. He wasn’t used to the way his breath hitches when your eyes meet his, igniting a flicker of something dangerous and unfamiliar in his chest. He wasn’t used to feeling this vulnerable, so desperately in need of proving his worth, this damn human.

He signs, his fingers tracing the familiar symbols against his chest, a desperate attempt to ground himself. “I know our quirks are different,” he gestures between Kouichi and himself. “But I’ve wrestled with a powerhouse quirk myself for a while now,” he continues, his voice gruffer than usual.

You blink repeatedly, shock clear across your face. His confident gaze holds yours in place. “Besides, I’m kinda free for the foreseeable future.” With a relaxed shrug, his hands open and brush downwards. “Got nothing better to do.”

Hope blooms on your face, a delicate flower unfurling in the sun that makes Katsuki’s insides light on fire. “Really? Are you sure?” your hands sign, trembling slightly with disbelief. Your brows shoot up, mirroring the question mark your fingers form near your chin. Your hands repeat the sign for power, mimicking Katsuki’s, lingering on it a beat longer than necessary.

“I couldn’t possibly repay you,” you sign, hands open and palms up near your chest, fingers spread.

Katsuki scoffs, dismissing the notion with a careless wave. “You still owe me some curry,” he signs, a mischievous glint in his eyes. His fingers tap the palm of his hand twice, a smirk dancing on his lips.

A blush creeps up your cheeks at the unintentional implication given the sign name he gave you. “Curry on the house, forever, if you can help Kouichi,” you sign, fingers shoveling imaginary food into your mouth before tapping your chest twice. A radiant smile blossoms on your face, catching Katsuki off guard. He’s sure his face is on fire now.

Standing up as the machines finish their cycle, Katsuki feels a phantom warmth press against his side, a lingering reminder of your absence. He glances towards the washers, a flicker of loneliness crossing his face before you return, your smile radiating excitement that crackles through the air.

“Guess what?” you sign, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “Kouichi wants you to come see something.” Your hands mime holding an unseen object and thrust it playfully towards him, an unspoken invitation to share in Kouichi’s secret discovery.

Katsuki joins Kouichi, who bursts into an enthusiastic explanation of his love for the laundromat. “I like the way the machines vibrate!” he signs, forming the sign for a “washing machine” and mimicking a gentle shaking motion. His eyes sparkle with wonder, the hum of the machines his personal symphony.

Katsuki, though unfamiliar with the sign, easily catches his drift. He can hear the low rumble, but a pang of nostalgia tugs at him. He used to hear the water sloshing inside, too, a memory from a life that feels like a lifetime ago.

Kouichi glances at you, then back at Katsuki, urgency flashing in his eyes. He signs rapidly, shielding his movements from your sight. “Please don’t tell Mom what I’m going to ask.” His right palm pressed flat against closed lips, then quickly flicked down and away, fingers snapping open. Katsuki, sharp as ever, sees the cleverness in his plea.

“Sure,” Katsuki signs, a relaxed confidence in his posture. “Ask away.”

The hum of the machines fills the silence, a comfortable rhythm that underscores their budding understanding. Katsuki looks at Kouichi, his powerful quirk a hidden force within, then at you, offering a soft smile as you watch them from the bench. He takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts.

Kouichi leans in, his next question breaking the quiet. “Mom said not to ask about your hearing, but…” He signs, fingers brushing across his lips, then miming zipping a zipper shut across his chest. “Can I still be a strong hero like you, even though I’m deaf?” His hopeful eyes plead for validation, his vulnerability raw and exposed.

The question strikes a chord deep within Katsuki, stirring memories of his own struggles with insecurity. He nods slowly, the gesture heavy with meaning. “A badass hero doesn’t let something like that stop him from kicking ass.” His dominant hand forms a fist, then explodes open, fingers spread wide, mimicking his signature explosive power. He repeats the movement, each strike a testament to his conviction.

Kouichi’s face explodes with joy, his eyes mirroring the admiration Katsuki usually sees directed at heroes like Deku. Only this time, it’s for him.

The intensity in his eyes holds Katsuki’s attention. Surprise flickers across his face, genuine and unexpected. He sees a reflection of himself in Kouichi’s unwavering determination, a boy bursting with the same youthful fire that once burned within him.

A playful glint sparks in Katsuki’s eyes as he signs, “Like me, huh?” His eyebrows rise, curiosity mirrored in his hands that rise in unison, palm to palm. “Then you better train hard.” He throws a fist forward, fingers snapping open like a detonation.

“Dynamight,” Kouichi signs, his eyes blazing with ambition, “I’m gonna be even better than you!” His hands explode outwards, mimicking blasts even greater than Katsuki’s, a silent promise carried in the air.

A surprised laugh bursts from Katsuki, echoing through the laundromat. The audacity takes him off guard, reminiscent of his own brash younger self. But beneath Kouichi’s confidence, he sees a quiet strength, a determination that resonates even in the silence.

#spicy curry #bnha imagine #mha imagine #bakugou katsuki imagine #bakugou imagine #katsuki imagine #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki angst #bakugou angst

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

Roommate! Bakugou who slowly watches his friends fall in love, watches them share their lives with someone. He sees the way they look at their person, sees how that kind of love changes someone. And he’s happy for them, truly, even when it means they have less time to hang out.

But he can’t help but ache.

He’d give anything to feel that. To be that attached to someone. To be holding someone like that.

Every time time that ache starts to feel like it’s too much, that it’s going to consume him from the inside out, you’re there.

He’s had a few relationships, sure, but he’s never really been in love. Not truly. Until he fell for you, that is. Silently, painfully, and unexpectedly.

He knows you don’t mean to be his beacon. He knows it’s all unintentional, the way you pull him out of that ache. He especially knows you don’t mean to be the reason for that ache.

He knows he could love you the way you want, the way you both deserve, if you’d just give him a chance. But he also knows you’re afraid.

He’s held you while you cried over being cheated on, brought you food when you’d get so down you’d stop eating. And he was the one who broke your ex’s nose when he had the audacity to talk down to you in front of him.

He knows you’ve been hurt. He understands why you’re scared to let someone know you again. Except he already does. He knows your favorite color, he knows your favorite food, which shows you watch when you’re sad, he notices the way you stay up late and bake things when you can’t sleep, or the way you pick at your nails when you’re anxious. Inside and out, he knows you, loves you.

He just doesn’t know what it’s like to be loved by you.

But there are moments when he’s sure he gets a glimpse:

Movie nights where you end up under the same blanket as him, fast asleep and curled into his side or against his chest.

Quiet moments when he has an important interview and you have to help him with his tie, soothing his worries without him saying a word about them.

Pro-Hero events where you’re his plus one and you press close to him for pictures, smiling warmly up at him with your hand on his chest.

He wants nothing more than to feel your love unbridled, to see you love without caution. He wishes he could tell you to just fall for him, assure you that he’ll catch you.

But for now, he’ll just have to feel that ache.

#mha #t writes #cowboy anon writes #thecowboyanon writes #bakugou #roommate au #roommate!bakugou #Bakugou x reader #Bakugou fluff

[sciderman]

Hi Sci! You always have the best Peter Parker Takes™️, so I was hoping you could help me with something! I like a lot of things about Peter, but I find it so hard to reconcile the fact that he tends to be written as pro-police and politically moderate. I personally headcanon that he was more of a morally black-and-white hothead when he first started Spider-Manning, but as he grew older and wiser, he started understanding that everything tends to be shades of gray and thinking before swinging in with punches. Still, you’d think a kid who grew up poor in Queens would know better than to just go “ah you are stealing and therefore Bad” ya know?? I know these grievances are more with what the comics/film industry will publish, but still, my kingdom for some nuance!!

oh, bless you anon! god - the cop question is so interesting in superhero media, it really is - and, honestly, my take is kind of the opposite of yours. peter parker wasn't aligned with the cops in any way when he started. in fact, he kind of had a general distaste for cops because, you know, the cops kind of had it out for him.

never forget, peter being a bitchy little bitch boy to the cops is kind of his origin story.

when peter started he actually had very little respect for other heroes or law enforcement at all. he kind of just worried about himself, and his aunt may and that was all. he wasn't any sort of beacon of morality who was seeking to deliver justice or anything. he kind of just wanted to take photographs and make a buck. it took him a long time to start playing "hero" - and even when he did, law enforcement and him were generally not on the same side.

i think his first real positive relationship with someone on the side of the law was captain stacy - peter, obviously, respected him a lot and, you know, captain stacy died heroically.

still, spider-man's relationship with the law continues to be rocky at best - he's constantly being hunted by the law but also some individual cops kind of have a soft-spot for him and let him off the hook - sometimes he helps them, sometimes he's on the run - they love him, they love him not - kind of fluctuates. i think the spider-man comics are generally noncommital about the cop question and kind of just play whatever song will give peter parker the most drama. spider-man comics were are generally lighthearted about this sort of a thing.

i think it's not until a post 9/11 world where copaganda kind of became a lot more prevalent in superhero media and you suddenly started seeing all the heroes working with law enforcement. suddenly, i think, it became unquestionable - a hero had to respect the law, even if they were a vigilante. i think - especially with spider-man comics being set in new york - there was a desire to see these heroic figures working alongside "real life heroes" - so, i think all of the sentiment that peter is pro-cop came from a post-9/11 world, which - to be fair, with the first spider-man movie coming out when it did, it's no wonder that the public consensus on spider-man is that he'd be pro-cop.

andrew's spidey - andrew's spidey isn't full-on anti-police, but he doesn't exactly hold law enforcement in the highest respect

the movie itself isn't police-critical but peter is portrayed as your general "no respect for authority" kind of kid in tasm1 who's relationship with the law i guess shifts after captain stacy helps him and dies heroically. andrew and the cops are presumably bffs in tasm2 – he's kind of just totally beloved by the city in tasm2. i feel like tasm2 probably really severely under-explores spider-man. in fact, it feels like spider-man is barely in tasm2. he's barely a character. i think maybe that's where the tasm movies stumble, actually. those movies really aren't about spider-man at all. they're entirely about peter parker. and yes, there is a difference.

tom holland's spider-man is a cop. police don't really feature in his story, but he is one. funded by the elite class and basically tasked with looking after their property. hate that. gross.

i think it's why i hate seeing peter working with the avengers. the avengers are cops. he doesn't belong there. it's only a recent development where we started getting spider-man on team-rosters - he was always a solo guy who didn't really particularly want to play with others. he had his own stuff to deal with and it didn't matter to him hugely whether he was playing on the side of the law or not. he was dealing with his stuff.

personally i'm not about seeing a morally black-and-white peter parker. i don't think he's ever been that way and i still hate seeing him reduced to that - i think we see him painted as politically moderate because spider-man stories really aren't often about asking greater questions - i don't think it's the platform for it. peter is always too concerned with his own personal troubles to pursue any sort of activism - i think it's quite funny - as active as spider-man is, peter parker is generally an apathetic figure, and i think that makes him a certain degree of relatable. i think characters like gwen and mj and even aunt may are more politically active than peter parker is. peter's kind of too busy just trying to survive.

i love the thought of a peter parker that does punch first. i think that's his whole bag. he's not thoughtful. he's quick to anger. he actually isn't particularly thoughtful and doesn't always approach situations with some moral wisdom. sometimes he punches the wrong people. sometimes his anger is misguided. his energy is practically always going into the wrong places. he doesn't always know what's right and wrong. but he tries.

i'm so not into the stories that paint him as a moral beacon because - more often than not - he's doing it for himself. if he really did have unwavering respect for the law and his morals perfectly aligned with the cops, he wouldn't put the mask on. it's like, the whole point. a vigilante exists fundamentally by it's disobedience to the law. otherwise they'd be carrying a badge.

#sci talks movies #sci talks comics

[finnpeach]

In the Alley

Hey guys... sorry about this. Bakudeku, NSFW, present for @themiseryandcompany

For the ninth time today, Dynamight wipes his nose on his shoulder.

It’s also the twenty-eighth time he’s sniffled, the fourteenth time he’s cleared his throat, and the third time he’s gotten that far-away, hazy look in his eye before he shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

Which marks Izuku’s third boner of the day.

They’re patrolling on a cold day in January. To anyone, they may blame Katsuki’s constant sniffling and congestion on the chilly weather, but Izuku knows better. 

Kacchan has a cold.

He’d heard it this morning when his boyfriend had slid out from under the warmth of their duvet to blow his nose in the bathroom and cough like it was his job. He’d heard it when Katsuki complained about how cold it was outside, his vowels marred by the viscosity of congestion. And he’d heard it when Japan’s top pro-hero had yelled at the poor receptionist at their agency when she dared suggest that he might have a cold. 

“A cold?! As if Dynambight would ever have somethi’gg as pathetic as a cold! Do you hear this, Deku?!”

Katsuki’s voice had cracked and fizzled with each strained word, betraying just how sore his throat was. Izuku had known then that his boyfriend was feeling under the weather. It's been so long since Kacchan had lost his temper so easily, and even longer since Izuku's had to drag his boyfriend away before he caused an even bigger scene.

Their patrol has been quiet. Boring, in fact. There’s a light frosting of snow on the ground and the harsh whip of the wind keeps Tokyo’s residents indoors. To keep himself entertained, Izuku has taken to counting the number of times his boyfriend sniffles, wipes his nose, almost sneezes. Izuku hasn’t been lucky enough to see him sneeze yet, but he hasn’t given up hope.

“Hey, Deku! Snf!” Twenty-nine. “We’re going this way. We haven’t checked out this alley since December.” His boyfriend stops in his path and points to a small alleyway up ahead, adjacent to the 7/11. Maybe he can convince Kacchan to stop for some tea at the convenience store before they continue on their route.

Izuku follows Kacchan’s pointed finger, wrinkling his nose in uncertainty. They tend to ignore this alley simply because it’s boring. People only use it to pass through if they need a shortcut, and the most interesting thing about it is the spray paint of graffiti along the brick.

Still, not one to argue with the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, Izuku follows. “There? Okay.” 

The alleyway is small, hardly big enough for them both to walk side by side, so Izuku walks behind his boyfriend. His broad shoulders take up most of the space in the alley, and though he’s wearing his winter pro-hero costume, Izuku can tell that Kacchan is cold. In the quiet of the alley, he can hear the blonde’s teeth chatter.

It’s not uncommon knowledge that fire-type powers get cold easily, and have a harder time producing flames (or in Kacchan’s case: explosions) in cold weather. But Izuku has never seen his boyfriend shiver before. 

The desire to get him warm, comfortable, overrides any responsibility he feels towards investigating the alley. Izuku turns and looks at the beacon of light illuminating the 7/11 behind them. Snow is starting to fall from the hazy grey sky.

“Hey, why don’t we turn around and go get some tea from–”

“hhKSsh’IH!” The harsh sound of a sneeze cuts through the air, echoing off the brick walls in the alley.

Izuku doesn't turn around. He’s too scared to. If he looks, will the moment disappear? He can hear his blood pumping in his ears. 

Another shaky breath. “Hh–!” It sounds sharp, desperate, like the gasp one makes when a cold hand is pressed to the warmth of their skin.

“h’ihKTsZHHh–hh…” Softer, no exclamation. Izuku can hear the wet kiss of spray on Kacchan’s lips. He can picture his shoulders sagging, can picture him holding onto the wall for support. Izuku doesn’t need to see it to imagine it. 

“Hhdt–!” Another? Something must really be bothering his nose. “hihh–nghKT! ih’KssCH’hyu!” Two. The second one brings more spray, a consequence of stifling the first. The blood rushes from Izuku’s ears to his abdomen, warm and sweet like syrup. 

Izuku’s personal orchestra of sneezes concludes with a wet, heavy sniffle and a stuffy sigh that tells him everything he needs to know about Kacchan’s cold..The sounds replay in his ear like a vinyl on its last groove, repeating over and over again for his own pleasure. 

When Izuku finally turns around, Kacchan is indeed holding onto the wall, just like he imagined. His head is bent forward, though he quickly straightens up as if he sensed Izuku’s eyes on his back.

“What’re you looking at?” he grumbles, turning on his heel to face his partner. His eyes are narrowed into slits. Izuku can see the most delicate, damp sheen on Kacchan’s cupid’s bow.

“N-nothing,” Izuku stammers. The words ‘Bless you’ die on his tongue. His face is hot. He brings his hands up to his chest, exposing his palms in defeat. In his tight costume, there is absolutely no hiding his erection, so he does his best to keep Kacchan’s eyes from wandering too low.

Kacchan sniffles again, still glaring, then wipes his reddening nose on his shoulder without looking away. Ten. It’s not really possible to wipe it anywhere else, with his grenade cuffs. 

“What’s with the erection?”

How had he noticed?! Izuku can feel himself turning pink, from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. His tongue swells thick, useless in his mouth. “I– well, it’s… You know how I–”

“‘How you’ what?” Kacchan steps closer. The alleyway is too small for Izuku to slip past Kacchan, and he can’t go back onto a public street with such an obvious boner. It would be all over the news, ‘Japan’s Pro-Hero Indecent in Public!’

So Izuku presses himself against the wall. The skin on his back alights with goosebumps as he makes contact with the cold brick. Kacchan steps closer, like a lion on the prowl. 

“How I– you know. That.” He can’t say it. Kacchan knows how he likes sneezing. He’s always known, he figured it out himself at U.A. University. It’s not exactly a secret that they don’t discuss and, more often than not, his boyfriend uses it as a way to tease him.

“Use your words.” Kacchan’s voice is deep, congested in Izuku’s ear. He stands an inch away, his thigh sliding between Izuku’s legs. Izuku’s face has turned from pink to red. Kacchan bends his head down, lips a hair’s breadth from his boyfriend’s sensitive throat.

“Kacchan– aah…” He’s cut off by his own gasp when Kacchan’s lips find his throat. Gentle kisses that turn hungry, ravenous. One hand finds Izuku’s hips to pin him closer to the cold wall while the other palm is pressed flat against the wall by his head, trapping him. 

A shiver runs up his spine when Kacchan sniffles right by his ear. The sound is urgent, like his nose has just started running again. Another kiss and a small bite. Izuku is losing himself in his partner’s touch.

“I’ve needed to– hh…! sneeze for thirty minutes now. Why do you think we came down this alley?” Kacchan says between kisses, his gloved hand finding its way inside Izuku’s costume. Izuku feels himself turn to jelly.

It makes perfect sense. Kacchan would never let the general public see him so vulnerable, so pathetic. To Dynamight, sneezing in plain view would make his enemies see him as weak. Hiding away in an alley to sneeze came with the added bonus of trapping Izuku, too.

He has no words to describe how hot this is. Pinned to a freezing wall by Japan’s #1 pro-hero, who is also weakened by none other than a pathetic cold, makes Izuku feel as though he’s on fire. His cock grows harder in his costume, breaths coming in choppy pants.

Kacchan’s lips glide from the arch of his throat to his jaw, pressing kisses everywhere he goes. Eventually, their lips meet, working in a perfect dance for balance as they push and pull each other. 

It’s only interrupted when Kacchan’s breath falters.

“Hih–!” His eyes open, then slip shut again, nose wrinkling beneath his black eye mask. He looks so pretty like this. The lightest brush of snow has started to collect on his shoulders, chilling him to the bone. His head tilts back with a final serrated gasp. Izuku watches with bated breath.

“ihk–dZSchh’h! h’hKschhh’YIH!” He doubles forward, sneezing between the both of them. A warm mist intermingles with the falling snow, melting any flakes before they can reach the ground. With each sneezy exhale, Izuku can also see Kacchan’s hot breath condensing in the frigid air to create a fleeting, misty cloud.

Izuku swallows. He touches his boyfriend’s wrist, the one by his head, to hold on for support. Let him know he’s there. Kacchan isn’t done, clearly.

His breath staggers again. Hardly a warning, before– “hh’iiIHZSChh! –izzthhuewH!” That one had sounded different, like the tip of his tongue had been caught between his teeth. 

He’s never known Kacchan to sneeze this much. The thought fills Izuku with a strange mixture of pleasure, concern for his boyfriend, and eagerness to figure out just why so he can add it to his pro-hero book. It can’t be due to his cold alone, can it? Maybe there’s a certain temperature at which fire-types get sneezing fits from, or a certain condition to the snowy weather, or–

“Deku.” Kacchan pulls him out of his haze, flicking his finger against Izuku’s temple. “Pay attention to me. I’m not– hh! Done yet.”

The way Kacchan demands his attention makes Izuku smile, his freckled cheeks rising against his eyes. His petulance is endearing. “Sorry, Kacchan. I’m watching.” 

“Good,” the pro-hero grumbles, moving his hand from Izuku’s hip to grab the curly dark hair on top of his head. He leans in again, his rose petal lips just brushing Izuku’s. How strange, that someone so rough could have lips so soft. “Because I’m.. heh.. Gohhnna…”

His nose crinkles again, eyes slipping shut. Izuku can practically see the exact moment when the itch escalates beyond tolerance, promising relief if he only gives in…

“Hyieh– hKSshh’iu! Hkt’KySCHhh’IEWH! Hah…– hh…” The final sneeze seems to toy with Kacchan, leaving him stuck in a transitional space of sneezy misery and liberation. The spray from the two previous sneezes settle between them and Izuku can just make out the thin, dew-drop shine collecting atop Katsuki’s top lip. He longs to rub it away, help him through it.

It doesn’t seem such a bad idea, really. Cautiously, Izuku releases his grasp on Kacchan’s wrist and traces his gloved finger down the curve of Kacchan’s twitching nose. His eyes are still shut, so he can’t see it coming.

“Hihh–!” Kacchan only gasps when he feels Izuku’s finger touch his nose. A tear rolls peeks from the crescent of his eye, sliding down his cheek and leaving a frozen trail in its wake. The slight touch does the trick, somehow, because in an instant he’s pitching forward again. 

“H’idhKzSHhh! hEh’kchZShhyh!... hh… hk–dzSHhhyih!” He sneezes through his nose, against Izuku’s shoulder. The misty feeling settles through the thin fabric and leaves a chill on his skin, covering his skin in goosebumps.

Izuku shivers, but not because he’s cold.

“Bless you,” Izuku manages. Kacchan sniffles and pulls his hand back from his boyfriend’s hair to pinch his nose between his fingers, coughing slightly. When he sees just how red Izuku’s face is, his lips spread into an arrogant grin.

“Knew you’d like all that. C’mon, we’re behind on our patrol now, and I want some tea from the konbini.” He presses a kiss to Izuku’s flushed lips before he turns on his heel and leaves his boyfriend stranded, fully erect, against the wall.

“W-Wait, Kacchan!” Izuku calls, one hand covering his crotch. His face is bright red, burning hot against the cold snow flakes. Desperately, he wills his boner to go down just as Kacchan stumbles, still sneezing, into the 7/11 across the street. The last thing Deku hears before the automatic doors slide closed is his boyfriend yelling at the shopkeeper that he should consider himself lucky because he just heard THE “Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight” sneeze.

#my writing #brrrrrr enjoy. my only bnha fic to see other eyes #lemme know if I got their personalities right #this is a one off before I go back to my patrocchilllessss #hope everyone had a good xmas #sneeze kink #sneezefic

[tparker48]

Request for Winnylose

It’s been almost a month since Myko discovered his spider powers. From the day he got back from his college field trip, the world he knew had turned upside down. To think helping the doctors with their project would result in him having power like these. It could have been anymore it could have been bestowed upon, it must be luck. Or a curse, the doctors required a tiny to fetch the samples, and he was unfortunately around to fit the bill.

Over the span of weeks, he honed his skills to tame the chaotic mess from unraveling, using a few soda cans in his rooms as target practice. The fluid began to manifest faster. Grow more thicker as his wrists swelled. It was only by accident that he discovered the fruits of his training, along with a bowling ball sized hole in the wall of his room.

He searched the web for other heroes just like him, and found a forum dedicated to potential heroes in the making. Sidekicks from around the city gather to share their talented gifts with well known heroes in their field. He searched through their posts and found they hosted mentor sessions to hone their skills, His mind frothing as he relished at what mentor he’d get. Train in the magic arts by Doctor Strange? Learn to harness his hearing by daredevil? His mind raced to the moon and back with possibilities of his adventures.

So he decided to have a crack at it, it couldn’t hurt after all. He sent in a few of his web ball shots, showing the magnitude he could at least disperse at the time. views slowly poured in during the first hour of posting, but it died down quicker than he could eat his bagel. All pointed toward a common theme, he was too small according to pros. Too much of a liability to have out in the field.

It nearly crushed him, looking at the feedback from the heroes. If they would let him have a chance, who else would? He dragged his mouse over the delete button of his profile, assessing it was the best course of action to relieve him of shame. but he paused when a soft chime rang from his computer. A notification shined over his logo like a beacon, sparking his dream once more. He clicked on his profile, and his eyes bulged.

“A mentor proposal from spiderman?!” He gasped.

His eyes glued to the letter attached in his DMs, scanning over his comments about his web videos. His heart fluttered, He liked them, he really liked them. He scanned the letter to the bottom of the page, and his heart skipped a beat. “He wants to test out my stuff in person? In Person?! Yes!!” he raised his wrist to the air, a webbed cannonball breaking from his palm and into the ceiling. “Oops..”

—--------------- The following day had begun as Myko raced from his apartment, taking to the streets of New york. Spiderman organized a meeting at a place called Feast. He heard of the place from one of his volunteering sessions from his class course, but he didn’t have the chance to visit there himself. What better opportunity than now he supposed.

Rigid along the side of an inbound bus, he hopped onto a trash bag along the sidewalk, looking to a structured building that filled a portion of the city street.

"This must be the place." Myko said, approach the steps as people traveled to and from the metal doors. His hands started to shake, his heart on the brink of jumping from his chest. “Alright Myko, you are about to meet the world’s famous webslinger. But!..but, no need to panic. Just keep it cool, you got this.”

He took a deep breath, approached the cemented stairs as it grinded at his torso like sandpaper. A bystander soon approached from his flank, tying their shoes at the staircase behind him. How convenient. He snuck to the side of the stairs, their hands fastening the laces of their sneakers as their feet began to move.

It loomed to the step above him, and he clinged to the flap of their jeans, his own feet leaving the ground as they advanced into the building. The leg jerked around, his lower half swaying to and from the leg as they traversed through the lobby. “And here I thought the bus was rough.” he muttered.

The motion continued as the bystander walked through the main hallway, cutting a corner as more people brushed into another pair of sliding doors. He found himself in the gym of the building, locals from the streets scattered to their own portions of the building as they traveled to and from corridors further ahead. Like a colony of worker ants, they huddled together as most bumped shoulders while others moved toward their beds.

“Man, this place sure has a lot of people.” Myko said, his phone chiming in his hand. “And this is where I get off.”

He scared the floor for a place to land, spotting an inflated mattress next to the bystander. He jumped from the bystander’s leg and onto the mattress. Its spongy surface cushioned his falls as he slid from its side, taking to the wooden floor as he scanned the herd of other new yorkers. He looked through his phone, following the spiderman icon plastered along his gps.

"Let’s see, if the gps is correct, the meetup should be right around..: He cast his phone to the air, watching the pointer of the gps turn as it followed the logo. The signal grew stronger as he turned to his left, a few tables standing in the distance. “There!”

He followed the path ahead, approaching a gap in the gym where other beds resided. Citizens from either side of the building moved in packs, blocking his path with a river of boots and sneakers as the tables rested beyond. He had a feeling this wouldn’t be easy, not in this time of day. but, despite the obstacle ahead of him, it revealed the opportunity to test his acrobatic skills. If spiderman was going to be his mentor, he might as well fit the role, he thought to himself.

He took a step back, grazing his heels into the side of the rubbery mattress. Eying the tables through the pillars of legs, he launched himself from the mattress like a track star, bolting toward the flowing traffic.

He looked to his left as boots flowed overhead, rolled under the other as he ran.. “Let’s see, from the videos I saw online Spiderman is quick to flip and spin. Okay..seems easy enough.." He muttered to himself, spiraling beneath another set of shoes. "Flip.. kick…, roll." He chanted to himself, maneuvering through the crowd like a monkey upon a series of trees.

One after the other, he hopped through the crowd as he flowed by, swinging upon the laces of a sneaker as he used its forced to gain ground. This was easier than he thought it would be, no wonder spiderman enjoyed it so much. But he doubted he’d be impressed with jump leaping around, he had to add a flare, something to really turn his head. His eyes laid upon another new yorker, top heavy compared to the others as their jeans sagged over the heels. There was just enough room to get a running start, he thought to himself. A spin move would be just the thing he might need.

He returned to the flow of passing people behind him, the wind rushing him as it were from a speeding train. Taking a deep breath, he was off.

He kicked from the grant in fierce stride, eying the burly new yorker as he waddled closer. “Just enough speed, now to get the legs moving and-”

A loud splashed came from the left of him, a foamed cupped tilting from a woman’s tray as a tide of soda raced his way. It cold fluid tackled his left side, sweeping him away i it’s fizz as it flowed to a mattress distant from him. The taste of pepsi seeped into his mouth, his lungs o fire as he got to his feet.

“Ah come on man, do you know how long this is going to take to..” A darker surface came from the left of him, a flatfoot in dress shoes stomping at the ground. Myko struggled beneath the banana peel, its silky surface slipping from his grasp. The person came closer, a gust carrying the dust particles away before they were sucked into the updraft of their steps. “Out?..”

Dandruff trickled at his nose, hurtling toward him like a speeding bullet.

He shields his eyes. "This is it! I'm getting pancaked!"

A wisping sound struck the air, a force pulling his back as the shoe stomped at the solid ground. dust prickled at his back, a sturdy substance pushing at his hair as he came to a slow stop. His arms trembled. His hands lifting from his eyes as the smooth sheet of tablecloth waved overhead like a tapestry.

He patted himself down, and a bubbly sensation overcame him. "Hehe, I'm alive. Oh I'm alive."

"That was a close one, thought I missed ya." A voice said from above. He jerked once more as he was dragged through the air, a pair of shoes resting below him as he lifted into the arms of a lea man.. "Name's Peter Parker."

"You did that? Oh thank.." He paused, looking toward the wirey cord coiling his legs. Its stuck to his clothes, almost as if they were..webs.. He followed the line of the string to Peter’s wrist, silky thread seething from his sleeve.. "Y..you're-!"

A finger placed along his lip, a palm raising to Peter's mouth. "Not here, secret identity."

He opened his shirt pocket, and deposited Myko inside. it snugged against him like a swift blanket, the chest beneath securing him as Peter turned into the corridors of Feast. The chattering crowd slowly dwindled as he turned into another hallway. Heading into a storage room as he closed the door.

He placed him along a box of magazines. "Sorry about the accommodations, Miles needed some help around the facility, and I can't exactly say no to his mom." he scratched his head. "so, you're the new rookie, right? name's Peter, but many call me pete."

"Myko." he replied, doing his best to hide his sense of glee. "I'm a webster just like you. Or well..hope to be like you."

"A webster, huh? well you certainly look the part. Though I’d say the jumping needs a bit of practice.”

His cheeks glew red. “Yeah..not much of a jumper. I saw you doing it in your videos, and thought I’d give it a try. It’s a lot harder than it looks.”

A finger brushed along his head, Peter’s soft smile lowering into view. “Hey, you at least tried, that’s what counts.”

Myko raised his head, sharing a smile in response. "Through my entire dream, I've always wanted to take part in heroing. Seeing footage of my peers saving the city, it lit a spark in me more than anything else in my life." Myko said, but sighed as he clinged to his arm.. "I just wish my size could make up for it."

"Ay, it's the heart that counts, remember that." Peter said, Myko’s smile returning. a buzz rang from his pocket, his hand digging through his pant’s pocket for his phone. "Ah great,"

"What?"

"Rhino's making a mess downtown again, the police are in pursuit near the dam." He readied his suit from beneath his clothes, read and blue leather shedding from his shirt as the black spider logo wrapped at his chest. "I’ll let miles know I'm stepping out. He'll fill you in on-"

"Wait!" Myko hopped aboard a box closer to Peter. "Let me help out."

"Sorry little buddy, but rhino isn't one to play nice. I can't risk you getting hurt."

"Please, this could be my shot to see what I can do. Or at least give me a true experience in the field." he said. "I'll stay out of sight, just..take me with you.”

Peter’s gaze furrowed, contemplating on the decision. He let out a heavy sigh, lowering a palm to the corner of the box Myko stood upon. "You know, you and miles may just get along,you remind me of his time when he was a rookie." he said. " Very well, you can come, but let me handle the fighting, understand?"

Myko let out a squee, hopping upon the palm as it lifted to Peter. "You got it! I swear to you, you won't regret."

"Where have I heard that before." Peter laughed. "Let's see since this thing doesn't exactly have pockets. Its only safe to go for the next best thing."

Traffic collected through city square, red and blue lights sparkled through the other cars as officers rushed to the crisis ahead. Overhead Spiderman would be following them, casting strings of web along the city buildings as he swung forward. Beneath his chin, a little lump bulged from the flap, Myko peeking out from the opening like a small kangaroo.

He tugged at the collar of his shirt as he fanned it out, warm heat rushing into his face."Do you think you could slow down a bit? my clothes are getting a little sweaty."

"You're sweaty? Try being in my shoes. This suit’s sweatin' like a wet wipe. Not a good feeling." Peter said. "We should be closing in on the site. Remember what we said back at Feast?"

"Keep out of sight and watch the pro handle it."

"Exactly. By the time we're done, you'll know what it truly means to be a webslinger."

A chopper flowed from a higher structured building, soaring further down the street as smoke rose into the air chopper. Louds zips filled the street as officers fired their weapons into the fiery chaos, a car parting its smoke like a curtain as it crashed into the police cars. A metal stubby foot crumbled the hood of a burning car as Rhino approached, his snarls overshadowing the officers’ ammunition as hulking mass charged into their cars.

"Looks like it's showtime. You got your seatbelt buckled buddy?"

Myko snugged against the bulging flesh of Spiderman’s neck , giving a soft thumbs up. His stomach turned as the webslinger flipped into action, swinging low to the ground towards the chaos. A car rose as it hurtled toward the officer, the hero’s palms extending as a net of webbing snagged at its tires like a fish net.

"Ay Aleskie, didn't anyone tell you this watering hole isn't for free. You gotta pay the toll like the rest of New York."

Rhino flicked his head a chunk of oiled metal from his horn, turning towards them. "Pauk, I was wondering when you arrived. Makes it easier to crush you."

“Crush, I’ve had a lot of crushes. Though If you’re asking Aleski, you’re going to have to get in line.”

“Pesky spider! You bore me with bantering!”

"You're right. But here’s an idea. How’s about we talk about it. Me, you, and a nice cell at Rikers."

Rhino smiled. "I got better Idea."

He marched over to a topoled truck, jamming his horn into its side as he threw it at Spiderman. The webslinger hopped away. Landing on a pole as sparks skidded from the truck as it crashed into a staircase..

"I don't think that worked." Myko peeked from the sleeve.

"Yeah it never does, but it's worth a shot."

Beastly snarls erupted from ahead, cars thrown to the side as Rhino bulldozed toward them. Spiderman Jumped as his horn skewered the passenger side of a car, watching rip from its hinges like tin foil as he jumped upon his bouldered shoulder. He bombarded the metal husk surrounding his head, hoping to dish enough blows to subdue him.

“Get off, Pauk!” he snarled, thrashed to shake the webslinger as webs latched upon his shoulder.

"Woah there! This horse gots a kick" Spiderman said.

"Annoying spider, relieve yourself from me!"

"And let you try and kebab me, I'll pass."

He shot a web into his face, jumping as an armed palm grasped the empty air he once stood. Rhino scowled in rage, pawing at the sticky substance as Spiderman from a cement block. Curious of the commotion, Myko eased the flap of the suit and peeked from beneath the hero’s adam’s apple, he and spiderman sharing glances.

"So, Whatcha you think so far bud? You got the best seat in the house."

"It’s amazing sir, I never thought flipping around like that would be so fun! to think I'd be this close to the action." Myko said, eying the scowling villain. "But is it a good idea to make him enraged?."

"What Rhino? If there’s one thing Aleskie’s known for is his temper. But no worries, your profound mentor spiderman will-"

"Truck."

"What?"

"Truck!"

sirens screamed as a firetruck wisped through the air, spiderman flipping as he and Myko saw their reflection across the dark glass window. It crashed into another building, a titanic foot plowing at the webslinger’s back as the pavement cracked beneath him.

"Got you now, Pauk!" Rhino soothed through his grunts, four toed foot grinding at his lower back.

Spiderman groaned as weight applied at his body, rubble uprooting from the cracked street as it seeped into the gap of his collar. Myko was in no better shape than webslinger, compressing both of their weight as grovel tenderized his body. It was like being steam pressed by a giant ship, its weight see-sawing as his bones popped from discomfort.. "Pet-..Spiderman, it’s getting too tight in here!"

"Not to worry.. I'll have us-"

The foot pressed deeper. Cracks in the pavement carved through the street. “Who are you talking to, Pauk? I see no one but your weak flesh.” Rhino said, amusement stringing through his voice as spiderman wheezed underfoot.

Myko tried to speak, clambering his lips to muster words. But it was to no avail. The bulging neck squeezed overhead, squeezing his body beneath its weight. The collar loosened as he was lodged deeper into the suit, warm plump muscle cushioning him like a sponge. He crawled in efforts to reach the surface, pawing at the bottom as it sealed the way out.

“Come on, I gotta get through.” he muttered, digging at the skin. But it refused to budge.

The area grew smaller. The tender walls looming closer. With little choice he decided to venture deeper into the suit, hoping to at least fined the sleeves of the leathery ware. It wasn’t his ideal choice, that much he was certain, but what other choice did he have? Gritting his teeth, he pushed over the hill of the flattened pectorals, his body skidding against spiderman’s as his heart drummed deeper within. He poked his head from the bottom of them, the leathery suit funneling to the webslinger’s arms.

“There’s the sleeve. Now just to get there and-”

"What's wrong Pauk? Your body feels flat like dry cleaning. but don't worry, I’ll flatten the wrinkle."

The pressure beneath Myko loosened as the world hurled backwards, spiderman and Rhino’s grunts lingering beyond the suit. Gravity pulling Myko from the pecs, bulldozing across the tender abs as the navel acted as a speed bump. He slid deeper, and Wired thin rose over the horizon, buncheched together by round muscle as a smaller hill pulsed.

“Oh no. No no-”

Ripe sweat overlapped the air, hairs entangling his limbs as he collided against the small lump. Its surface was as hard as a mattress, warm flesh skiiding across his cheek. It glided against him at a snail’s pace, sweat soon secreting his clothes as he rose to the bell of the webslinger's shaft.

It swatted against his face, radiating its body heat with his. "ah come man, why here?"

He winced as the fabric at his head caved closer, arching his face into the puffed corner as he loomed across the tip. Its soggy lips smacked as his nostrils overtook its pungent odor. It was as if it were bathed in smelling salt, his nose scooped a portion of its fluid as a souvenir.

"Enjoy your flight, spider!" Rhino roared, gravity yanking Myko past the head as he plunged into the round spheres between spiderman’s legs. He battered against the baggy skin, fighting its sags as the flailing legs kneaded him over the taint.

A crashed boomed from outside, a loud squelch signifying its landing as a car alarm screamed through the air. "Okay, definitely gonna put a word to your supervisor." Spdierman groaned. He looked into his sleeve, but found no sign of Myko. "Myko, buddy? where'd you go?"

"Down here." his distorted voice came from below, spiderma puzzled as he leaned over the dented car. A swift motion struck the depeths of his glutes, poking into their bubbled surface like tweezers..

"What in the world are you doing down there?!"

"I went the wrong direction." he wiggled harder as the soft flesh rebounded, a flex subduing him. "Give me a second, I'll try to climb out."

"what? no, that's not..mm..necessary. I'll get you out as soon as I can. but first I-" He paused as his body jolted, the hard surface decompressing as the sound of screeching metal boomed through the air.. "Another truck, Aleskei? Seriously!”

Rhino's laughter carried in the wind, destruction ensuing as webs cast through the air.

The suit compressed and squeezed. jumbling Myko around the steamy orbs as their skin wrapped around him like a blanket. A shower of sweat oozed from the depths of the skin, lubricating the slippery walls as he was dislodged from his stationary position. He moved between the mounds like a windshield wiper, pawing weakening as his mouth was splashed by its salty substance.

"Gah, it's so sweaty in here!"

"Told you!" Spiderman said, webs spinning from the outside.

The sound of destruction muffled outside, the cheeks gyrating over the other in efforts to smother Myko in between. Their soft surface hardened as they dragged him to the musty hole in the funnel of the meat pocket, Its heat rivaling a sauna, as his feet were suckled by its folds.

He jerked his feet from his hold. "N..nope, I'd rather not see the rest of the space."

He looked up and toward the seam of the crack, the lining of muscle rubbing in efforts to overwhelm the other. He managed to reach an arm from his side, pawing at the tender surface as they flowed back into place. He corkscrewed his body, and muscle swirled around his waist. He squirmed to undie its rubbery hold, his legs battering against the hole below to dislodge them, but to no avail.

“Come you lousy legs, you have to pull your weight if we’re gonna a-”

A tear roared from the fabric, A gray pillar cutting through the clothing like a knife as it tore a hole to the outside world. Sunlight shined as the mounds separated, but quickly darkened as Rhino’s ugly mug peered into the space, His gaze laying eyes on Myko. He froze at the sight of the villain’s eyes, waving sheepishly in response.

"What's this? A spider baby?" Rhino bursted into laughter. "Has spider become too chicken he lays offspring?"

"Low blow rhino, low bro." Spiderman muttered in shame.

Myko stammered to get free from his muscled restraints, just as armored fingers pinched him between its digits. The weight of a titanic ship squished at his arms and legs, slowly beginning to quake as he was forced into a crouching stance. Myko strained to keep them apart, his back burning to relieve himself of the mountainous appendage.

He saw the struggling foot of webslinger shifting in Rhino’s other had, jerking in efforts to free himself. But its struggling was seized by a clench, rhino beaming face filling the space as the fingers squeezing harder. "Little spider like eggs, yes? Then allow Rhino to scramble your puny body."

The titanic finger magnetic closer to one another, his fingers slipping as the weight from the digit planted his back. "Not exactly..appetizing.."

Rhino released a soft glee within his laughter, holding Myko higher as if to show those around the terrible predicament. Spiderman was among the few to take notice, kicking at the fist locking his arms. But the attempt barely rippled the hide of the palm, a soft chuckle escaping from the villain.

The palm squeezed harder, and Spiderman strained." Myko.. I think.. now may be a good time to show him your cannon balls.”

“Cannon balls?” he muttered, his knees caving into his chest.

“Hah! Cannonballs? Your putrid jokes makes me soar, Pauk.” Rhino bellowed, his gaze turning toward Myko. he loomed his face closer, his nostrils flaring as droplets sputtered into his hair. “But now has me curious. Go on puny one, show us these ‘cannon balls’ he speaks of.”

Myko strained as he tilted his head, looking to the webslinger, who gave a slight nod. He held his hands forward, his wrist concaving as they aimed at Rhino. The brute laughed as they pointed weakly toward him, the fingers squeezing closer as his aim lowered. “Alright..you.. asked for it!”

He placed the remainder of his strength into his legs, flicking his wrists as fluid rushed toward his palms. Webs strings in the gap between his arms, swelling in size before it erupted from his wrist, and spiraled toward Rhino’s face.

The villain scowled in pain, their headplate smothered with webbed goo as he and spiderman were dropped from his grasp. Myko stammered to his feet, dodging the stomping from Rhino before a web yanked him toward the feet of the webslinger.

"Good work on the Cannon balls" he said. "Thing really packs a punch."

"Told ya. But I don't think we're out of the woods yet." Myko looked ahead, Rhino prying his webs to reveal his fiery gaze. "We still got a villain to take care of."

The two of the readied their stance, facing Rhino head on. In a stare down with the massive villain, his gaze looked up to a crane resting on the side of the dam, a magnet attached to the end of it. “Think we can use that crane over there?”

spiderman followed his gaze. “Yeah?.”

“Let’s try and get him into its path.”

“I can do that. But you suppose we get him to take the bait now. But can’t do that and leave you exposed..”

Myko puzzled to himself, caressing his chin before looking at the incisor between spiderman's legs. With a heavy sigh, he hopped upon the hero's legs, burrowing himself back between the mounds.

The glutes squeezed together, sandwiching his body. "H..hey!" Spiderman looked behind him. "That's a sensitive spot you just hopped in."

"Sorry, it's the best I can think of. And I don't exactly have mobility like you do. Keep him busy at the front, and I'll wail him down with some web bombs."

"That's not how..you know what, that actually might work." Spiderman said, lowering to the ground. "Alright, we'll follow your plan Myko."

Rhino roared from the front the end of the street, charging as his mass toppled cars to the side. He rammed his horn forward, Spiderman jumping as its spiky end pierced the rear of a car behind.

"Olay! You can do better than that Aleskei!"

"Save your tongue, spider!" He retorted, yanking the trunk from its hinges thrusted it toward him.

Spiderman jumped again as it stuck to the cemented wall of a building, hopping to another vehicle. "Oo so close. I know rhinos have poor vision, but I didn’t think they were that bad."

""You dare mock me!" He charged forward, throwing a fist rising its crashed as it caved the wall.

Spiderman played keep with Rhino as he flipped from car to building, keep ahead of the destruction that followed as boulders from crumbled buildings were flung in his direction. He continued his bantering, loud grunts from the villain responding as he charged mindless after him. The plan was working just as planned. Now that he had his undivided attention, it was time to put the next step to action.

“Will.you.stand.still?!”

He hopped onto a pipeline, extending his arms to his side. “What’s wrong Aleskei? Tired of chasing a moving target. You must really be getting out of shape.”

“I’ll end you!”

He dragged his foot upon the ground, side arming a boulder as he rushed forward. His grunts became monstrous as he charged forward, his fiery gaze not leaving spiderman as he raised his fist to the air.

Spiderman looked to the giant magnet dangling from the crane overhead, jumping just as gorilla-like forearms slammed into the pipeline. “Hopa!” he flipped through the air. “He's all yours Myko."

Spider pulled cheeks apart, Myko’s damped arms pointing at Rhino. His wrists swelled as pressure rocketed from his sleeves, spindling into a wad of web as it tackled onto his clasped fist.. More wads erupted from his wrists, sending a barrage of large balls as they decorated Rhino like a painted canvas.

His arms stuck to the pipeline, and his legs now stuck to the grovel. "Why you-"

Myko shot a web at his face, smothering his enraged scowls. "That should hold him, you’re up Spiderman!"

He shot a web upon the magnet, yanking it from its restraint as chains ripped from their stems. He thrusted it forward, and watched as it plummet toward Rhino. It crashed into his back, his body caving into the side of a metal pipe as he was locked beneath its weight.

Spiderman hopped from the crane, plucking Myko from his rear. "Tsk, really should watch where you’re going Aleskei."

“I don’t know, always wondered what a pancaked rhino would look like.” Myko chimed.

"You think this over! I am merely subdued for now. Just you..wait!"

The bulk of his shoulder grinded against the magnet like gears, the soft sound of webs tearing as the deteriorated.

Webs shot from Spiderman’s wrists, patching the torn gaps. "Sorry, Rhiny. But I don't think new york can handle another one of your temper tantrums."

Sparkling lights shined within the distance, a crowd of people gathering like a herd of sheep as cameras flashed. Spiderman turned to greet them, but froze as he looked at his weakened suit, its snared flap flying through the warm air like white flag.

"We'll let the officers handle the clean up, I gotta get a wardrobe change stat" He pointed his shooters to his flank, spraying the top of the tear with a sheet of webbing, before swinging off to the rooftops.

-----

The ride back to Feast was like a slow ride in a taxi, Spiderman’s weight tossed around as he swung through the streets of new york. The motion of Spiderman’s swings were a different kind of sensation than the first time he swung. The soft flow of the wind flowing into his body, almost comparable to a breeze than the gust that whipped his face. It almost put him to his, but solid ground planted beneath them, shaking him from his dazed state as Spiderman entered the stair exit of the building.

He peeked at the live stream of the scene on his phone, the heavy lifter from Riker’s personnel hauling the rhinoceros villain in a giant cubicle. Watching the cage shake as he entered, his spine screamed in the reminiscents of being held by him. How spiderman was able to handle that countless times was beyond him..

Firm thumps shook the collar, the slender flap inhaling as fingers scooped him from inside.

"I really gotta work on getting these things enforced. That's the fifth suit in a row that has been scarred." Spiderman said. "How are you holding up bud?"

"Aside from an aching back, I'd say I'm good."

"Good. You know, you really surprised me out there. Not many are able to keep up in the battle. Guess you really are like miles."

"Yeah well, I couldn't have done that without your help out there, I'd be pancaked by now."

"Ay, least you're in one piece." A finger brushed at his head, the scenery shifting toward a bench as a mirror stared at him. "I'd say you'd passed the test of being an honorary web slinger, could learn a thing or two from ya that's for sure."

"You mean it?"

"Sure I mean, you earned it little buddy." He lowered a fist behind him, arching toward Myko.

A symbol of honor rose before him, the fist of his mentor raising before him. A smile crept upon his face, pounding his own fist against the middle knuckle. An honorary webslinger,Heh, guess fighting a villain and wrestling with a butt managed to pay off.

“Speaking of earn, I think your rear could use a bit of stitching.” Myko point out, watching the slim webbing deteriorate to the ground.

Spiderman aimed his wrist toward the flap, sputters the only thing coming out as it simmered like a dried spray bottle. “Ah, out of webs. Think you can uh..give me a hand?”

“Sure.” Myko said, hopping onto Spiderman’s hand. It lowered toward his rear, the smooth mouth breath peeking from the side of the withered webbing.

The sound of the door chimed as a figure entered the frame, Miles stepping inside as he mumbles lyrics from his headphones. He turned his gaze to face the room, and froze as he saw the two upon the bench. Myko sticking out from his backside. "Am I..interrupting something?"

Myko and Spiderman looked at each other, the webslinger clearing his throat. "I can explain?"

#musk

[phantasmiac]

dabi

☆ phoenix quirk au - based on the fandom’s phoenix quirk theory, in which dabi’s quirk awakening allows him to regenerate by rising from his own ashes

part one, part two, part three

★ “in which dabi is captured, and you are his beacon of hope”

☆ high school sweethearts au

part one, part two

★ drabble about dabi dating someone with a mean cat

☆ pro wrestler!touya

★ best friends brother!touya

part one, part two

☆ “dabi who has no concept of having loving sex until he meets you”

★ tattoo artist!touya

drabble one, drabble two

☆ crybaby dabi drabble

bakugou

☆ “in which you agree to wait for pro hero!bakugou, and time is a fickle thing”

tags

★ dabi thoughts

random little headcanons or rants about dabi

#phantasmiac masterlist #dabi x reader

[soosuke]

* romance is not dead (if you keep it just yours) ｡

- character(s): bakugou katsuki x f!reader. - word count: 1.3k+ - additional tag(s): pro hero dynamight, idiots in love. - warnings/notes: reader is implied to be from the countryside; reader wears heels.

Sometimes, Tokyo’s sheer size still leaves you reeling.

The throngs of people flowing through its congested veins, the constant humming ambiance echoing off the sidewalks. Traffic lights and gleaming billboards and glowing windows all bleeding together into a sprawling, shimmering, tawdry imitation of the starless sky above.

Watching Bakugou lead you around winding corners and through narrow shortcuts that parallel the main streets, you wonder how he doesn’t get lost in the labyrinthine layout.

He seems most familiar – and comfortable – with the quieter corners of the city that you didn’t know existed. Away from prying paparazzi and entitled fans and the litany of requests that flows from both of them. Where the alleyways are nearly desolate, overtaken by the shadows of looming skyscrapers and apartments, only infrequently illuminated by vending machines that glow like beacons.

It’s kind of like the floor of a rainforest, you think. Underneath a canopy of buildings and power lines, where garish lights can’t reach you. You can easily see how these parts of the city would take a more menacing, foreboding edge had you been navigating them alone.

But you are stumbling alongside Japan’s No. 2 Hero, half-jogging to keep up with him, and an odd thrill is fluttering within you. It feels like you are two teenagers sneaking out past curfew, the city unfurling like a limitless playground before you.

Bakugou must notice the way you are struggling to match his longer strides, because he slows his pace. 

Had you known this date was going to consist of a brisk pilgrimage through Tokyo alleyways, you wouldn’t have worn heels.

Still, his grip on your hand is ironclad, your fingers clandestinely intertwined in one of the pockets of his black parka.

It was a product of compromise. The early January wind, frigid and cruel, cutting through your coat to nip at the flesh underneath. You underestimated how cold Tokyo could get and were pathetically underprepared to brave the elements.

Bakugou had taken one look at your outfit, at the way you kept rubbing your bare hands together to keep them from going numb, and called you a dumbass. 

Before you could pout or cry out in indignation or form any response at all, he was tugging his scarf from around his neck and looping it around yours. It was already warm from his body heat and you caught a hint of his cologne as the fabric swallowed the lower half of your face, thankfully hiding most of your moonstruck, dazed expression.

As he began to peel off his gloves, though, you protested. You wrapped your fingers around his wrists to stop his movements, and he winced at the icy touch, nearly flinching out of your weak grip.

You didn’t want his hands suffer that numbing freeze because of your carelessness. When you told him this, he rolled his eyes and proceeded to pull one of his hands free of the fabric.

You had huffed, a childlike stubbornness rising within you, and refused to put them on.

Bakugou gawked at that, and then he called you a dumbass again. But he could tell by that stubborn wrinkle between your brows that you weren’t going to budge. He had to bite back an irritated huff of his own.

Unstoppable force, immovable object. He almost forgets how damn pigheaded you can be.

Wordlessly, he still took the one glove he had removed and shoved it into your grasp. You had blinked down at the garment and started to protest, but he beat you to the punch.

“Relax. You’re not getting both of ‘em,” he snapped, his expression unreadable. “Just put the damn thing on.”

Your retort died on your tongue, and confusion beckoned you to do as you were told.

He grabbed your free hand with his now-bare one, and shoved them both into his coat pocket. It was an immediate relief from the cold and, once you processed his intentions, an affectionate warmth bloomed through the rest of you.

Now, as you two head towards a destination unknown to you (a hole-in-the-wall izakaya, you were willing to guess), that warm feeling persists, a beaming incandescence at the center of you. You feel dazzled and dizzied by it, lightweight and elated. 

A flash of light jolts Bakugou to a standstill in front of you, causing you to barrel into the side of his back. 

You cry out in surprise and nearly lose your footing at the abrupt stop, but Bakugou shushes you as he peers into the darkness of a nearby alleyway. Seeing the immediate way his stance changes, adopting that Dynamight demeanor, you fall silent and follow his gaze.

“Who the hell’s over there?” Bakugou calls out, his voice a harsh lash against the eerie night.

You hear the light shuffle of footsteps and immediately tense, drawing closer to Bakugou on impulse. He squeezes your hand in his pocket, and you know it’s meant to be reassuring.

A gangly form materializes out of the shadows, a glint of light catching on his glasses. The way his fingers are curling around a Kodak hung over his neck, you nearly sigh in relief that the disturbance isn’t a villain looking for a fight.

It’s a bespectacled paparazzo. You had never seen one in person before, only caricatures on television, and you are now realizing those depictions aren’t exaggerations after all.

You don’t have to see Bakugou’s face to know that the look he’s giving is absolutely scathing. You think you see the other man flinch a bit under his gaze.

“My apologies, Dynamight!” He exclaims, raising his hands in innocence. His camera swings against his chest as he continues, “I didn’t mean to startle you. I was just— Oh? Who’s this?”

The faux surprise in his tone was palpable. You’re certain that the reason he was trying to photograph Bakugou in the first place was because you – someone unknown to the tabloids – were with him. 

The man keeps trying to nonchalantly peer around Bakugou to catch a closer glimpse of you, but the blonde is standing in a way that purposely obstructs his efforts. You curl closer to him, trying to hide yourself in his coat.

“Civilian,” Bakugou replies, keeping his tone curt and unrevealing. “New to the area. Said she needed help getting home.”

“Ah, a hero’s work is never done, is it?” The paparazzo hums, smiling. Then, imploringly and not at all subtle, “What did you say her name was?”

“Dunno,” Bakugou says. He tugs you back into motion so suddenly that you nearly trip again, effectively distancing you from the night’s interruption. “We’re in a hurry. She has to take a shit.”

“Katsuki!”

The blonde breaks out into an unexpected jog, dragging your stumbling form in his wake. You hope the man is too distracted by Bakugou’s crassness to notice the informal way you had cried out his name.

Bakugou keeps going for an obscene distance, the pinch of your heels becoming increasingly difficult to ignore as the two of you plunge deeper into the depths of the city’s crevices. You’re certain that, if the guy wanted to follow the two of you, he’d have a hard time mimicking Bakugou’s winding path without getting lost.

He doesn’t stop until he deems the two of you a safe distance away, slowing to a stop around a corner that looks identical to every other one that you two have passed.

Breathless and mortified, you turn to face him and slap his chest.

“I can’t believe you said that!” You try to sound affronted, you really do. But you can’t bite back the laughter that bursts from you at the sheer absurdity of the entire situation. “What would that headline even look like? ‘Dynamight Helps A Mystery Woman to the Toilet’?”

“My mind went blank, alright!?” He says, his tone warbling just enough for you to notice that he’s trying not to laugh, too. “I was just trying to get that nosey extra off our backs.”

“I thought heroes were supposed to be good at thinking on their feet,” you tease, reaching up to playfully thump at his forehead. 

He swats your wrist away with his free hand, and you belatedly realize that your other hand is still clasped around his. He never let go.

“It’s your fault.” Bakugou leans down to close some of the distance between you, tugging your – his – scarf below your chin so he can press his lips against yours. “Ya’ make me nervous.” 

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou imagine #bnha x reader #please turn a blind eye to any grammar or spelling errors slkgsds this is the fastest i've written something in ages #mine

[tqmies]

Congratulations on 1k you deserve them so much!!! Can I request au Haechan + superhero / villain ( Hyuck ) + prompt 3 / 4

Bad for Us | Lee Haechan

Part of Tqmies 1K Event!

Superhero x Supervillian!Haechan, 3.“I fucking hate you.” “No you don’t. Take that back right now.”  4. “You know I’d do anything to have you stay by my side, right? Anything.”  wc. 1.7k note: we really all are suffering from hyuck brainrot huh... Warnings: reader makes a hard choice, moral dilemmas, death, explosions, and bombs, ANGSTY

When you and Lee Donghyuck entered the academy at fourteen, you were sure you'd be together for the rest of your lives. You two had been friends since you were kids and had done everything together.

The minute you two got your powers, you both had no qualms about applying to the same hero school. You were both equally as nervous, but ended up getting in, though in seperate classes.

Your hero name was mirage, and it was exactly as it suggested. You could create illusions, of or around you. Even things such as duplicating yourself, or putting your opponents into false scenery. You basically could shield yourself from them and become almost invisible, leaving them vulnerable to attacks.

Of course, there were downsides to your ability, as there is with anyone's. Sometimes, you can't even tell what's real or what's an illusion, as you can't fully control it.

Despite this, you had the utmost hero potential, and was placed in the main class.

Donghyuck on the other hand, was placed in the lower level. His ability was simply sun, as he could shoot beacons of light from his body. Sometimes he could even light his entire body, blinding an opponent momentarily. Though, it could only last so long and he didn't have a good grasp on it either.

Now, this didn't have much attack value, and he was seen as more sidekick potential. This discouraged him a bit, but he remained, adamant that he could hone his skills into superhero level in no time.

Things changed when you graduated.

You both graduated and passed exams necessary for becoming a pro hero. Despite what most had said, Donghyuck worked hard and proved everyone wrong, and you had never been happier. He had even adopted a cute hero name, Haechan.

You were both certified members of the hero league - rookies albeit - but this was your dream come true.

Mirage and Haechan, untouchable, well for the time being.

It was only your second mission.

You both were working with another hero, Moonlight, who met you two at the scene. She was a lot more experienced than you all, so naturally you looked to her for guidance.

"So I was thinking, I'll use my ability to get the passengers out of the train. I'll put up an illusion so the conductor doesn't notice it happening." You nod, sure you plan was a good one.

The hostages in there were being drove to their death by a super villain who posed as the conductor. The cars were equipped with a bomb that would blow up when it came to as stop, and he was planning to explode in a busy part of the city.

But Moonlight shook her head. "We can't save them."

You stopped in your tracks. "What do you mean?"

"There's no time." She admits, dejectedly. "If we're going to keep the train from hitting the station and blowing up half the city, we need to get that train to stop farther away."

Haechan furrows his brows. "But once it stops-"

"It blows up." Moonlight finishes, "Yes it does."

"But what about the people inside?" You yelp, watching the train continue from the hill you're all atop. "I can get them, just give me five minutes and-"

"We don't have time." She interrupts, sternly. "We stop that train now or we lose thousands of people."

"Moonlight," Haechan tries to protest but she stands her ground.

"Of course you rookies are confused." She looks down. "You'd risk a train blowing you and tons of people up if it meant you could try and save thirteen in there. Always something to prove."

But it wasn't that way at all. "Who are you to decide that their lives aren't worth just as much?"

"A pro-hero." She snaps. "And when you're one, you have to make these decisions, okay?"

"The people in that train have families," Haechan speaks. "They have children, jobs, - their own lives."

"And so do the people in those buildings, which that train is heading straight for." Moonlight responds. "Now ask yourselves this, would you rather save thirteen peoples lives? Or a thousand?"

Haechan looks bewildered. "I'd want to save all of them." And he moves to get down the hill, ready to risk his life.

"Donghyuck-" You grab him by his arm. "Don't."

"Are you serious?" He asks, brushing your arm off.

"There's nothing we can do, let's just stop the-"

"I can't believe you." He says, whispering as he stares at you with wide eyes. "You want to let them die?"

"We don't have a choice."

"There's always a choice." He responds.

"If we don't act now, then that train is going to crash into that station and explode everyone!" Moonlight steps in, looking between you two.

"What happened to saving every life we could?" Haechan stares you in the eyes, referencing the promises you had made as kids. "Even if it meant risking our lives?"

"This is not a risk, this is a death wish!" You state, and Haechan looks away.

You turn to the train, closing your eyes as you take a deep breath. You gather up your energy and cause a projection of a building to take place in front of the moving vehicle. It abruptly comes to a halt as you assume the villain grew confused and stopped.

Then the explosion followed.

Moonlight directs her attention towards you as you watch in horror. "Mirage, stop anyone from seeing it."

"W-what?"

"Use your ability to cloak the explosion, we don't want anyone to see." She repeats, and you follow, hands shaky and head muddy.

Haechan steps back from behind you, watching in distress as you put your powers to work. He grows even more terrified as the scene becomes clean, like nothing was never even there.

You had masked it all, the train, the rubble. The bodies.

Moonlights eyes widen, taking in the scene. "Wow, it's like it never even happened."

Haechan feels sick to his stomach.

You can only nod, willing yourself to stop the tears that threaten to slip. You had to keep it together, this is what being a super hero was about. This was your job, this is what you do for your city, for your people.

"How could you say that?" Haechan spells in disgust as he points to the empty area. "Of course it happened, those people are dead."

The elder hero just tilts her head up. "Their sacrifice will be remembered."

Haechan's had enough of this, this isn't what he signed up for. This wasn't how you saved a city, this was wrong. And it stung that someone he knew his whole life complied, he felt like he didn't know you at all, like you were a stranger to him. How could you?

"Donghyuck-"

"I fucking hate you." He sputters, turning around.

You freeze. "No you don't. Take that back right now."

"I don't even know who you are." He admits, and you want to cry.

You almost fall to your knees, pleading. "It's me, Hyuck you know me."

"Not anymore, the person I knew would've never done this."

"You did the right thing." Moonlight reassures you, holding your hand. "Good to know that Haechan here would crumble under pressure."

"You know if this is what being a hero entails, then I want out."

"Oh so you go running from your first little challenge? Did you think it was all going to be fun and games?" Moonlight continues as you stand motionless.

Haechan just brushes her off, giving you one last look before he begins walking away.

"And where are you going?" She shouts after him, anger present in her voice. "Abandoning a mission?"

Haechan doesn't even look back once.

The next time you see Haechan is when a raid takes place at your base. It's been two years since you last saw him, since he last told you he hated you.

It still stung, but not as much as what you found out after.

Haechan had joined the villain's league. He had been apart of them for about a year now, and you always wondered why. You figured after he resigned from being a hero, that he would just live a quiet life as a normal civilian. But that wasn't very Haechan-like, was it?

No he saw an injustice, and made it his priority to oppose what the heroes were doing. Especially, you.

"I won't hesitate to kill you right now, Donghyuck."

"Oh I know you won't." He laughs. "I've seen it myself."

"Stop," You shake your head, it had taken a while to get over the entire thing yourself. It was your duty as a hero, and you had saved lives that day, you just did what you had to do.

"And call me Haechan, that's still my name."

"Haechan was your hero name," You seethe, fighting against the restraints. "You're not a hero anymore."

He claps his hands. "And thank the lord for that."

"Untie me Donghyuck."

"Haechan," He corrects, and he shakes his head. "What would be the fun in that?"

"Why are you doing this?" You speak, closing your eyes.

"You're here to make a decision." He laughs, eyes crinkling.

You stay quiet, "What do you want."

"There's a bomb in here." He states, and you tense up. "Sound familiar?"

"What-"

"You have two options. One, you can use your little illusion to get out of here, leaving your friends to die." He nods, and he stops you from responding. "Two, you can try to rush in and save everyone. Either way, this bomb's going off in three minutes."

"You can stop this, you can just walk out now. I promise, we won't go after you, I won't tell-"

"Shut up." He stops you, "You did this."

"Me?"

"Me?" He mocks before tightening the rope around your hands. "I loved you, you know? I looked up to you too, worked so damn hard so we could be heroes together. Pushed myself to my limits so I could keep up and be just like you."

You look in confusion. "I didn't know that."

"But then you let me down. My hero, and you let me down."

You don't know what to say, "We can work this out. Please, Donghyuck I'll make it up to you."

"Shut up." He rolls his eyes. "Timer starts now, better get to running."

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[princess-of-the-corner]

Basically, here are the three confirmed "High Leaders" of the White Fang and there methods:

Ghira Belladonna: Nonviolent protest, politely asking humans to please stop being racist. Confirmed to have not been very effective at getting results. A better diplomat than activist. Scolded Adam for ACCIDENTALLY killing a human who was trying to kill him after Adam had nonlethally disarmed the rest of their assailants.

Sienna Khan: Respect through fear. Willing to use violence against humans who refuse to accept peace. She also believes in RESTRAINT, as she stops Adam from murdering a human who is downed. Won't lose any sleep over killing someone. Apparently a HORRIBLE judge of character as all three confirmed members of her inner circle were all canonically plotting to kill her in pursuit of their own glory. Prioritizes saving Faunus over hurting humans. Completely willing to hear out a human who respectfully approaches her, even if she is skeptical of his intentions. Understandably does not trust humans. Trusted Adam to train Blake, unaware of his actual intentions towards the girl.

Adam Taurus: Canonically willing to let his subordinates die if it will let him kill humans. Does not care if things get worse for the Faunus as long as it will let him play the hero. While willing to talk the talk, he is ALSO willing to sell out his subordinates to die for a "human cause" if he thinks it will further his own goals. Helps destroy Beacon and tries to destroy Haven in order to live out his rebel leader power fantasy. Groomed a 12-year-old Blake Belladonna to be his trophy wife because he figured every hero needed some arm candy. Regularly gaslit and berated and guilt-tripped Blake whenever she confronted him on his more violent actions. He is especially brutal whenever he fights women, even before jumping off the slippery slope. While he never commits sexual assault on screen, his acts of violence towards women are framed in a VERY specific way. Ordered Blake's parents (one of whom is Menagerie's newest appointed Chieftain and a beloved leader in the eyes of the Faunus) assassinated JUST to spite his ex. His co-conspirators regularly have to reword his orders and fluff them out to make them more palatable to the White Fang. Had no idea his co-conspirators were planning to make him a martyr.

So yeah, Sienna Khan is probably the best leader the White Fang has ever had.

Yeah like!

Much like irl causes re: fighting for the rights of the oppressed, I can see the complicated subject and nuance in what both Ghira and Seinna are doing and the pros and cons of these actions.

Meanwhile Adam is just. Yeah he's not here to fight for anyone's rights he's just using the cause as an excuse to do whatever the fuck he wants.

[storiesbyrhi]

The slightest break in our usual Eddie Munson programming for me to scream about Teen Wolf: The Movie.

Spoilers below the cut.

I'm an original Sterek shipper from back in the glory days. I watched the new episode each week. I was queerbaited to death. In the year 2023, why must I continue to suffer like this?

You chose the villain most associated with Stiles, but can't convince Dylan - the heart of the show - to come back? The reason Stiles is M.I.A. is that he has his 'own fires to put out' with the F.B.I. Lazy?! Lazy writing! He would have come A.S.A.P., but especially after Sheriff was taken by the Oni!

"Maybe you should call your son." What the fuck?

You give me this shitty Stiles-free movie, and then make Derek's son Eli a) obsessed with Stiles' Jeep and b) have the personality of Stiles? And have Derek and Sheriff Stilinski buddy up? And have Sheriff kind of go all dad on Eli too?

Don't get me started on Derek's death. I'm very pro-major characters dying but Derek has suffered unbelievable cruelty and yet, he triumphs. He builds a real life. Then you kill him. Not just kill him, but send him to, what, hell?

"Derek had complicated feelings about that Jeep." Give me Sterek or leave it alone.

Also, on the subject of Derek as a hero - @thisdiscontentedwinter made a succinct and absolutely correct post about it here.

AND, you chose a villain heavily reliant on Kira, her culture, and her family but won't pay Arden what she's worth? You use Japanese folklore and Japanese-American history (e.g. internment camps in the U.S.) but can't even begin to service the meaning or legacy of that? Kira isn't even mentioned?

You replace Kira with Hikari, a young Japanese-American woman, and a Kitsune. Don't worry - she's also Liam's love interest! That means she's got character! Right?! RIGHT?! She literally is just there to deliver Japanese lore, be another body in the fight, and make foxfire and ramen. "We're here for our pain," she says. Yeah, Hikari, you sure are. (Hikari is played by Amy Lin Workman, who is not Japanese.)

Nostalgia couldn't even save this. When you bring something so problematic into the current year, all it does is draw attention to how fucking problematic it was to begin with. Jeff Davis' ego is far too big for him to admit mistakes and rectify them here.

The only good things were Jackson being so Jackson, the introduction of more gore and swearing into the Teen Wolf universe (sorry but I love a "fuck" where there were previously no fucks allowed), Peter's entrance (he's even campier now), and Lydia and Allison's friendship being important.

There's already a huge catalogue of posts on Tumblr about why the movie was so fucking shit lmao. I'm going to enjoy reading them. And, oh my god, am I going to start reading Sterek fanfic again?!

Also, why is everyone wearing flannel?

I miss Isaac Lahey.

How'd everyone else feel about it? Are we all crying in Beacon Hills?

#Teen Wolf #Teen Wolf: The Movie #Sterek

[bakugotrashpanda]

Two Truths and a Lie

Chapter 8: A Ring, a Red Carpet, and an Ex

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

◈ Pro Hero, Fake Engagement ◈ Word Count: 2834

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!!: cheating mention

You step onto the red carpet with Bakugou for the first time.

Options, options. There’s too many options on the damn tray in front of Bakugou, and none of them are right.

“What about this ring?” you ask, picking up a thin band with a modest stone in the center. He takes it from you and holds it close to his face. If he has to hold it like this to properly see the gem in the middle, it’s not good enough. 

“From me? That’s too simple.” He puts it back in its spot on the velvet lined tray and surveys the other rings in front of him. One catches his eye above the rest. “I like this one.”

You take the ring and slide it on your finger. Based on the way your lips pucker, you’re not a fan. “Yeah, if I want to have a freakin beacon on my finger.” You move your hand in the light. An explosion of sparkles dance around the ceiling of the hotel room. “I could signal SOS if I’m lost at sea.” You rip it off your finger and put it back among the others. Both of you pick up another and hand it to each other. 

Bakugou frowns at the simple silver band that twists around itself before settling behind a princess cut sapphire. “This would be one I’d get you if we were straight out of school and had no money.” It would work, but now that he’s made a name for himself and built up his bank account, he can do better — will do better. 

You frown at the pear-shaped diamond nestled in a halo on an intricate band. It doesn’t even get the privilege of sitting on your finger for a moment. “And this one is on every ring shame group on social media.”

“You could say it’s basic and move on,” Bakugou says flatly. What the hell does he know about rings? Ring shame groups? People complain about that shit when it’s supposed to be a symbol of love from the person they want to spend the rest of their life with?

You try, and fail, to cover a snort with a cough. Your hand shoots out and picks up a thick rose gold ring. The entire ring is encrusted with pink and white stones with a large diamond sitting at the apex. “This,” you laugh, “This is way too outlandish.”

“At least we can agree on that.” Bakugou shakes his head. “What about this one?” The square stone is as big as your knuckle. Truly awful.

“I will wear that when hell freezes over.” You fan yourself with your hand and stare up at the ceiling, teardrops welling up in your eyes from laughing too much. 

You both stand there for a moment longer, the challenge of finding a ring seeming like a never-ending task. Bakugou sighs and picks up another one. When will it end? Is there even a design that’ll satisfy both of you? Halfheartedly, he hold out the ring and shrugs. “What about this one?”

You gingerly take the twisted band, one strand dotted with small diamonds and the other plain, all topped with a cushion cut diamond. You slip it on your finger and study it silently. Bakugou watches as you turn it this way and that. “I can live with that I guess,” you nod. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

Success. 

A voice calls out from the door. “Verity, we're ready for you.” Looking at your finger one last time, you walk off towards the rest of the rooms rented by the agency on the floor for gala preparation. Bakugou’s heart stutters for a second when he sees the way your lips curve and your eyes glitter as much as the ring on your finger.

“Wow, you two sure argue a lot.” A hand slaps his shoulder. Of fucking course he’d show up.

“Kaminari.” Bakugou’s stomach curdles. How much had he heard? You’re lucky neither of you talked about… your arrangement. “Didn’t your agency rent out the other half of this floor? On the other side of the building?” Where’s Kirishima when Bakugou needs him to be a social buffer?

“Just making an observation,” Kaminari says cheekily. “And we’re all friends here, what does it matter where I get ready?” Bakugou shrugs Kaminari’s hand off his shoulder and heads out the door.

With seven rooms on the floor dedicated to his agency, not Kaminari’s – Kaminari’s area is down the hall past the elevators – that one particular room was only jewelry. Bakugou didn’t need anything yet, maybe some specialty cufflinks later once he has his suit. There are also rooms dedicated to hair, makeup, clothes, and changing rooms.

“Get your head out of your ass and tell me what’s on your mind.” He shoves his hands in his pocket and walks towards the clothing room. With any luck everyone will kick Kaminari back to his section and Bakugou can dress in peace. “You know I hate it when you beat around the bush.”

“That’s Midoriya’s ex.”

“Yes.”

“Are you really marrying her?”

Bakugou stops in the middle of the hallway. Designers and stylists bustle around him, leading other heroes at the agency to their rooms. “Are you saying I shouldn’t because she’s been with him?” There’s an ache in his jaw and Bakugou has to remind himself to release the tension before he breaks a tooth. Again. 

How dare he say that? Rage floods Bakugou from his heart out to his fingers. He takes three long strides over to the blond and jabs him in the chest. In a low voice so no one else hears, he hisses, “Of all people to give me shit about this, I didn’t expect it from you.”

“No! You’ve got it all wrong!” Kaminari takes a quick step back and holds his hands up defensively. He looks around as if he has the biggest secret in the world before whispering to Bakugou. “I know Midoriya didn’t want them out, but we all knew they were a thing for years and they broke up what, two months ago? Doesn’t it seem… soon?”

Two months ago…? But two months ago… he’d been about to ask Ochako out… and had a horrible lunch where he practically stomped off. 

No. There’s no way. Sparky must’ve fried himself one too many times and messed up the timeline. 

You didn’t talk about how things ended, and honestly he didn’t want to hear it. If you wanted to talk about feelings and crap, you could go to a counselor or something… Had you mentioned the breakup? He knew you were together for five years, but that was it. 

Golden eyes wait apprehensively. Right. Gala. Kaminari. Bakugou doesn’t want to lie to his friend about this. He mulls over his words until he can find the right ones. “We’re engaged. We’re happy. You and everyone else can mind your own damn business.”

“Dynamight, we’re ready for you,” a stylist says as he walks down the hall. The man doesn’t even wait for Bakugou, expecting that the hero will follow. Bakugou may be the hero in the streets, but for the stylist, this is his world and Bakugou is his pawn.

“Y’know what?” Bakugou raises an eyebrow at Kaminari as he takes a step back. “That asshole was wrong about her. In every way. It’s his loss.”

Bakugou’s had many moments in life where his heart, for one reason or another, nearly stopped; being taken by the slime, watching All Might nearly sacrifice himself, the countless times there had been ‘close calls’ on the job. Now he can add ‘seeing you walk down the hallway dressed to the nines’ to the list.

Even as you fidget with the bracelet on your wrist and tug at the side of your dress, he can’t help but stop and stare. When you finally notice him, you stop and take a minute to gawk at him.

“Well?” you say and strike a pose. “How do I look?”

Bakugou holds his hand out and spins you around slowly once you take it. “Stunning.”

“I feel ridiculous,” you lament.

“Stop. Everyone’ll be lookin’ at you the moment you step onto the carpet.” The way you stare into his eyes, fear of the unknown that you’re walking into… This is your first time. He’s never seen photos of you at these types of events before, nor does he remember fucking Deku taking you anywhere. Maybe that was how you wanted it. Or maybe that bastard thought he could tuck you away until he found something better. “He never took you to one of these, did he?”

Bakugou already knows the answer.

“No.”

Fuck.

“Follow my lead then. Smile at the cameras and ignore the questions.”

“When do you ever smile for them?”

Bakugou pointedly ignores your question. “Get ready.”

The cacophony of questions and flashes hit him like a freight train. He does his best to situate himself in front of you to lessen the brunt of everything, but even from the small glance your way, he can see the strain on your face. 

Guiding you up to the first mark, he takes his standard pose – with one minor alteration. Instead of having both arms crossed or both hands in his pocket with his signature sneer, he has his left hand securely around your waist. Your right hand grips the back of his suit jacket as if he’d disappear and leave you alone in front of the wolves.

“Dynamight! Dynamight! Over here!”

“Verity, is this the ring?”

“Tell us how you met!”

“When’s the wedding?”

“Dynamight, what quirk do you expect your children to have?”

“Is it true you were dating Pro Hero Deku before this? Why didn’t you two ever go public?”

“Dynamight is this your first relationship?”

At some point in the barrage of questions, you laid your left hand against his chest and turned up the charm. From the corner of his eye he watches you bat your eyes and smile coyly at the cameras. That is, until the next couple is announced.

The first question from the paparazzi directed at them shatters your facade for a mere second.

“Deku! Uravity! Are there wedding bells in the future for you as well?”

Bakugou suavely takes your hand from the death grip at his back and spins you around once so you have a brief moment to collect yourself.

“Let’s go,” he whispers.

The inside of the conference room turned extravagant for the gala is jaw droppingly gorgeous, and Bakugou’s sure that under normal circumstances, you’d be stunned into silence taking everything in. But right now you look like you’ve found the sourest lemon on earth and decided to eat it whole.

“Well this should be… exciting,” you say tartly.

“We can leave.” Her first event and that fucker already ruined it. We didn’t even get in the door.

“No,” you wave him off, “You’re expected to be here. Plus if I say I’m not feeling well then there will be ten tabloids running ‘Dynamight expects first child’ headlines.”

Bakugou catches your elbow before you can turn away and pulls you in close. His mouth is against your ear so only you can hear the genuine concern in his voice. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Are you?”  you counter, “This is the first time you’ve seen her since…”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine.” And surprisingly, he means it. “I’ll go find out where we’re sitting.”

It doesn’t take long to find your name placement. Since he’s one of the best, you’d both naturally be near the front. Thankfully, everyone else at your table was well known, and more to the point, not Deku. Only fate with a cruel sense of irony would place Deku and Ochako at the same table.

You’ve moved from the spot he left you at though. Scanning the crowd, Bakugou finally sees you near the bathrooms – with fucking Deku at your side. His smile and gestures may look genuine to most, but the way you back away from his touch and your fists curl, whatever’s being said is anything but pleasant. You snap out some retort that he can’t hear, but it irritates Deku and his smile falls. 

Bakugou sees red as you’re backed into a corner. Whatever that asshole has to say, he can say it to the both of you. He doesn’t care how many people he shoulder checked on his way over, you’re the only one he cares about.

“Deku.” Bakugou says frostily as he tries to approach with forced casualness. “What are you doing with my fiancée?” Smooth.

Midoriya smoothes out his frown and replaces it with his trademark smile. Given what Bakugou saw before, it feels extremely out of place. “I need to talk to her.”

“And I said I would rather choke on Shigaraki’s crusty ass dick.”

“And there’s no need for dramatics,” he replies with faux-concern lacing his brows together.

“Don’t patronize me,” you sneer.

“We’re at table three,” Bakugou interrupts the rehashing of the conversation. Already some eyes wander your way. “Get some water. I’ll meet you there.” The silent conversation that passes between the two of you practically has him begging for you to back the fuck off. Little do you know, he knows things.

Only when you’re well out of earshot does Bakugou speak. “Let’s walk.” He leads Midoriya towards the entrance, away from 

Midoriya breaks the silence first. “You’re really with her.”

“I told you that when you fucking texted.”

“Kacchan, I-”

“Don’t ‘Kacchan’ me,” Bakugou sneers. “You don’t know me. And she doesn’t know what you did.”

“What are-”

“Smile, Deku. The cameras are watching.” He smiles smugly and waves at the paparazzi aiming their cameras at them. No doubt some lesser tabloid will spin this into a meeting of the rivals. For once though, that’s alright with him. “You’ve been with Uravity for what, a month now?”

“So what?” Midoriya says through a forced smile.

“That’s funny,” Bakugou tilts his head. “Because when we got lunch, she told me you’d started dating a couple months ago.”

There’s a long silence. Too long. Check mate. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Wouldn’t it be funny if that got out? That Deku and Verity were dating two months ago and yet he was also dating his current girlfriend? What would the public say about their darling number one hero? What would your precious girlfriend say?” Bakugou turns his back to the cameras and leans in, ready for the kill. “Because even if the public didn’t believe me, she would. Think about Ochako’s reputation. She’d be labeled a homewrecker even though she didn’t do anything wrong. I bet my next paycheck that she didn’t even know about Verity.”

Bakugou could’ve tied a board to Midoriya’s back with how stiff and straight he stood. “What do you want?”

Bakugou’s smile falls. “Stay the fuck away from my fiancée. She doesn’t need you. She has me, and I make her happy. Unlike you.” With that nail in the coffin, he stomps off, not wanting to hear what the bastard has to say. Any paltry excuse would only make him mad.

Bakugou takes the flute of champagne from your hand and sets it on the table beside the two of you. He cups your face in both his hands, the whirlwind of needing to find you crashing with the wish that time would slow down. His thumb strokes your cheek as he drinks in your features. He makes you happy. 

Tilting your head towards his, Bakugou closes the distance. Your soft lips taste of the dry, sweet champagne and he can’t get enough of it.

“Katsuki,” you murmur, stunned from the kiss. “What happened?”

“He won’t bother you anymore. Let’s get out of here.”

“But everything’s about to start?”

“I’ll write them a check,” Bakugou says and tugs your hand, leading you towards the exit.

You pull him to a stop. “What’s the hurry?” The way your brows knit together and worry presses your mouth into a pout has Bakugou weak. He wants to smooth away your worry – anything to see you smile again. 

“You. I…” Bakugou takes a deep breath. She’s not my actual fiancée… It’s all pretend… except… For tonight, I want it to be real. “I want to ruin you. I want to rip that dress off you and run my hands all over your body.” His chest is pressed against yours, his mouth and hands ghosting over your skin. His lips come to a stop, hovering over yours, waiting for permission to close the far too wide gap between the two of you.

“Katsuki,” you murmur, the taste of your breath intoxicating to him. “Take me home.”

Truth: Katsuki makes you happy.

Truth: Seeing Midoriya in person for the first time since the breakup felt like all the air was sucked out of the room and your lungs were seconds from bursting.

Lie: You and Katsuki both woke up alone, in separate rooms.

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[aribaran]

Two former hockey pros. One struggling team. And a battle of wills that might just turn two headstrong coaches from rivals into lovers… Ryan “Sully” Sullivan is a winner. So when the former hockey great accepts a job coaching the bottom rung Boston Beacons, he’s ready to win it all—even if his new assistant coach isn’t exactly his #1 fan. Eric Aronson’s wins have always come with a well-earned reputation for trouble—and were never quite enough to bring home championships. When the new guy skates in and takes the job he’s worked so hard for, he’s not about to fall short again. Tensions rise as, no matter what they do, the Beacons can’t pull a W, and a heated argument between Sully and Eric over coaching tactics turns physical—only, not in any way they could have ever imagined. That kiss changes everything. And suddenly, being able to find the back of the net isn’t Sully and Eric’s only challenge. It’s figuring out who and what they are to each other. And what winning it all might actually mean.

guess what, we've got a cover for home ice advantage, and it's my favorite of the three so far. i basically sent the art department a picture of young elliott gould with grover from sesame street and hoped for the best. and it worked!

in this book you will find:

🏒 middle-aged heroes 🏒 coaches!!! 🏒 grumpy/sunshine 🏒 size difference 👀 🏒 one Jewish man & one most Boston man to ever live 🏒 coffee as a plot point

#home ice advantage tag

[laprincesitabella]

Unbreakable Bonds/ Izuku Mydoria x you

Once upon a time, in the bustling city of Musutafu, (Y/N) led an ordinary life. She had dreams of becoming a hero, but little did she know that her life was about to change forever. It all began when she enrolled in U.A. High School, one of the most prestigious hero academies in the world.

In her first day at U.A., (Y/N) noticed a timid yet determined boy named Izuku Midoriya, also known as Deku, who captured her heart with his unwavering dedication to becoming a hero despite lacking a quirk. Something about him intrigued (Y/N) deeply, and she felt an immediate connection with him.

As fate would have it, they were placed in the same hero course, and over time, they became inseparable. They spent countless hours together, studying, training, and supporting each other through the challenges they faced as aspiring heroes. They grew closer with each passing day, their friendship blossoming into something more profound and meaningful.

(Y/N) admired Deku's resilience and the way he never gave up, no matter the odds. She admired his kindness and the way he treated everyone with respect and compassion. He, in turn, admired (Y/N)'s determination, intelligence, and bravery, finding himself drawn to her radiant personality.

One day, as they trained side by side, Deku mustered up the courage to confess his feelings to (Y/N). "I've admired you from the moment we met," he admitted, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. "You make me want to be a better hero, a better person. I think... I've fallen for you."

(Y/N)'s heart raced as she looked into his earnest eyes, realizing that her feelings mirrored his. "I've fallen for you too, Deku," she replied, a smile spreading across her face. "You've been my inspiration since the day we met. You're my hero, and I love you."

From that moment on, their love story flourished. They faced both joy and hardship together, supporting and encouraging each other at every turn. Their bond was unbreakable, and they found strength in one another as they worked towards their dream of becoming heroes.

As the years passed, (Y/N) and Deku graduated from U.A. and became pro heroes, fighting side by side to protect the innocent and uphold justice. Their love only grew stronger, and they knew they were destined to be together.

In a city where villains lurked in the shadows, their love shone like a beacon of hope, inspiring others to believe in the power of love and kindness. Together, they proved that love could conquer even the darkest of evils.

And so, (Y/N) and Deku's love story became a legend in the hero world, a tale of two hearts united by destiny and a love that could overcome any obstacle. They stood together, ready to face whatever challenges life threw their way, knowing that as long as they were together, they could overcome anything.

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I take request: one piece, My hero, Sonic, danganronpa, Love stage, jujutsu, naruto, and more so comment what you want pookie (spiderman too) HEEHEHE

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[prongsmydeer]

Ayesha Liveblogs She-Ra S5 

“You’re not She-ra anymore, remember?” Unlike Bow, Adora is not adjusted to fighting without her powers LOL

You know, it didn’t really occur to me to question it until now but why do only five of the princesses have runestones? Spinerella and Netossa are princesses but they don’t get to be part of the balance of planet LOL

Scorpia, Entrapta and Micah in the intro ahhhhhh! I love this for all of them

“What is this?” Akorradora trying to access the Avatar state again:

Shockingly tactful for Entrapta to suggest they’ll figure out where Glimmer is soon. You know what that is!! Growth!!!

“You saved me, and you’re gonna save my little girl.” Micah said: Have you heard of father figures. I am available

Ffhkjhg @ Adora defiantly charging every enemy she sees, magicless

“It seems [Hordak] had very little love towards you at the end.” Hordak said: I looked into my brother’s memories just so I could figure out how to hurt your feelings, Catra 

How nice of Horde Clone #1 to warn Team ScorDorBow that their camp was being attacked LOL if Micah hadn’t sent a signal they still could’ve gone back

[Shadow Weaver saves Micah from a bot] [Micah grunts, perhaps in both thanks and resentment] “You’re welcome.” The funky little aunty trauma emerging from Micah and Shadow Weaver. Call me compelled

Horde Prime offering his flagship speciality, Genoc!de Jello: 

How does Glimmer get this whole view of the camp being attacked but somehow DOESN’T see Micah. Feels intentional 

“Ah, here she is, your beacon of hope. Adora.” Horde Prime is smarter than I gave him credit for in identifying Adora as the leader

Though, he saw all of Hordak’s memories. So. Eh on credit

“These princesses are so predictable with their feelings.” “As were you. Elevated heart rate, dilated pupils. Adora means something to you.” I was half-kidding about Horde Prime trying to figure out how to hurt Catra’s feelings but it was true

“Cast aside this false hero and deliver her to me.” Okay Lorde Hordemort

I know I’m like. Technically Millennial/Gen Z cusp. But as a self-identifying Millennial, the way this show was DEEPLY written by a Millennial. The media influences are clear 

I googled it and he was born in ‘91. HA

LMAO @ BOW TOSSING EVERYONE OUT OF ADORA’S TENT INCLUDING THE KING. PRIME MEDICAL ADVOCATE:

I think Frosta should get to punch Horde Prime, as a treat

UNBELIEVABLE THAT ENTRAPTA STILL CARES MORE ABOUT TECH THAN FINDING GLIMMER HAHAHA. DIDN’T YOU JUST SAY LIKE TWO EPS AGO YOUR MAIN COMPLAINT WAS BEING ABANDONED. ONE STEP FORWARD, TWO STEPS BACK LMAO

Whatever, much like Mermista, I’ll take it if she’s not pro-Horde

Also: Djjfkjfkhfkj funny that Scorpia is now the mediator

Also also: Scorpia’s really good at impressions! 

“Little sister, why do you rebel against my commands?” Horde Prime calling Catra his little sister gives me the heebie jeebies. You are nothing like Daddy Hordak!!!! Not that Hordak was a good guy, but like. Hey. He had something to offer as a family dynamic

Ohhhhhhhhh poor Glimmer: 

HAHA @ PERFUMA PUTTING ENTRAPTA ON A CHILD LEASH

“You don’t care about Glimmer or any of us. You only care about tech.” Are we FINALLY going to have Entrapta show some remorse. I hope so. AGAIN. I get that she’s probably representing a specific like. Cognitive situation. But NEURODIVERGENT PEOPLE CAN CARE ABOUT THEIR FRIENDS!!!!!

“I thought maybe, if I could use tech to help you, you’d like me.” This line is a hard sell. Why then, do they have to talk Entrapta into doing anything for/with her friends by offering tech? Literally done so in this same episode? Just lean into the fact that she didn’t realize how much she’d hurt them rather than rejecting responsibility and suddenly deploying a tragic underlying motivation! 

I do genuinely like Entrapta!!! She is endearing in her way. I just think that they make her so neutral towards most people (save for Hordak, with whom she shares both technology and a seemingly familial-esque bond), and then inconsistently suggest she is people-motivated. Be accountable to your actions, babygirl!

“Glimmer needs us.” FINALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY

“Focus, Entrapta! Glimmer needs you,” said Entrapta, to herself. Loving Entrapta’s Empathy Era. Good for her!!

Ahhhhh Adora needing to let go of She-Ra to move on. <3333

“Yeah, it turns out I’m an awesome leader, so we’re gonna be fine.” Also loving Mermista’s Rebellion General Era!!!!!!!

“You want She-Ra? Come and get her!” MICAH, KING OF COSPLAY

“See you soon, babygirl.” I SWEAR IF I DO NOT GET A MICAH, GLIMMER AND ANGELLA REUNION, I WILL BE SO SAD

“You remember me, don’t you? Here’s a clue. You don’t like me. Hordak.” RETURN OF DADDY HORDAK AND THE FUCKED-UP FAMILY REUNION:

Bow’s mediation skills and level-headedness are unmatched. If Adora is the Heart of the Rebellion, then Bow is the Head

The powerful healing energy of teenage girls sitting on the floor:

“Your Adora causes you nothing but suffering.” Actually, I think Catra causes most of her own suffering, Horde Prime. This is just the manifestation of her Repressed Furry Space Lesbian Feelings

Platinum Hordak has such sad little eyes as he goes to the memory bath

Poor Bow is clinging onto his hinges for dear life trapped on a ship with the two princesses with the worst impulse control (aside from Bestie Glimmer LOL) kjhgkjhgjh

“You will be exalted, raised up above the other creatures of your wretched home world.” Is this Horde Prime’s way of saying Catra’s gonna be in his museum of war horrors

“I’ll never say sorry to anybody, ever,” said Catra, at age 7, and then she stuck to it for the next ten years of her life

“I want to do that one good thing in my life. Like you said.” YEAHHHHH CATRA AND GLIMMER

(Cannot help but feel this will immediately bite Catra in the ass though)

WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH CATRA SAVING GLIMMER (AND INDIRECTLY, ADORA) AT THE COST OF HER OWN SAFETY. I LOVE U CATGIRL

“There’s no one left in the entire universe who cares about me.” [Immediate cut to Adora] WRONG

“Adora, I’m sorry, for everything.” I FORGIVE YOU IMMEDIATELY CATRA, THAT WAS ALL I NEEDED TO HEAR

Me last season: Catra/Adora is gonna be hard sell given how hurtful Catra has been for every single episode of this show

Me this season, after seeing Catra be nice twice: IT’S FINE

I keep thinking how unrealistic it seems that no one is being killed but at least with Catra it makes sense that Horde Prime would keep her, as she is the Adora Bait 

Adora is taking being used as a weapon WAY better than I expected jkghkjghg. I mean good for you but you’re allowed to be a little mad at Glimmer! 

“Like, one time, Kyle told me he had a crush on Rogel—” the Lizard Boy who speaks no words??? Kyle please. Also Kyle/Rogelio forever ❤️

“This is all my fault. Horde Prime only found us because—” “Because YOU activated the Heart of Etheria.” Bow is mad enough for the both of them, actually:

”That was forever ago. A lot’s changed since then.” Bow said: Now I have broader shoulders, you have a different hair, and you’re a war criminal, Glimmer. Times have changed

I looked it up on the UN website to see which War Crimes Glimmer has committed, and I count at least two:

“Intentionally launching an attack in the knowledge that such attack will cause incidental loss of life or injury to civilians or damage to civilian objects or widespread, long-term and severe damage to the natural environment which would be clearly excessive in relation to the concrete and direct overall military advantage anticipated.” (Using the Heart of Etheria)

“Subjecting persons who are in the power of another party to the conflict to physical mutilation or to medical or scientific experiments of any kind [...] and which cause death to or seriously endanger the health of such person or persons.” (Turning the princesses into the weapon)

Starla with her boomerangs and magic owl and immediate sharing has already won me over

Do the robot arms imply that Tallstar is a double or quadruple amputee? Wild as hell

“I’m not leaving anyone behind!” YEAHHHH ADORAAAAAAAAA

“Ready to do something that probably won’t work?” “Always.” Oh, how I’ve missed the Best Friend Squad

“We’re going to fight Prime, and take back our home.” Love this for the Star Siblings as well ❤️

“You get to be mad, for as long as you need to be. But I’m not going anywhere.” Glimmer is speaking MY love language

Swift Wind making magic radio calls to Adora every night is v sweet

How have none of the Horde clones alerted Horde Prime about the intruders in their server room lmao

Are we sure this isn’t Hordak? The crying seems kind of on-brand:

Hahahaha, Wrong Hordak is a delight. The implication that all of the Horde clones are incredibly emotionally vulnerable sad boys if left to their own devices kjhgjhgkjgh. Hordak never stood a chance of being well-adjusted lmao

“I brought her to the light. Isn’t that right, little sister?” Hate every part of this for Catra. However. This animation fucking rules:

“But you have already hurt me. Prime has set me free of that pain.” Quit blaming Adora for your repressed gay middle school crush, Catra. If it were about abandonment issues, please see the past five seasons when Adora has repeatedly extended her hand to you

I also like Catra’s new haircut. The hair changes in this show are good

“We both know I don’t matter.” “You matter to me!” 💞

BABYGIRL BACK IN ACTION. NOW I BELIEVE SHE’S 8 FEET TALL:

I really hope the Helpful Hordak that they brought with them IS actual Hordak. I want to see him and Entrapta reunited

Update from thirty seconds later: It was not him, but he knows she is looking for him. Daddy Hordak will get his favourite daughter reunion soon enough

Helpful Himbo Hordak is my new favourite character. If anything happens to him I will [redact] everyone on this ship and then myself:

IGFHKJFHKFJH SCREAM THEY ADDED HELPFUL HORDAK TO THE INTRO. I’M LOSING IT HIM HOLDING THE WRENCH AND SMILING 

“What do you care? I know you all hate me.” “I never hated you!” I am glad Catra is literally the first ex-Horde soldier to actually be dealing with some lingering guilt and complex dynamics emerging of her actions

Also. also. For the final time. Someone desperately needs to fix the captions of this show and stop dropping important words. The captions here drop the words ‘I know,’ which are important, because it signifies 1) Catra’s pre-empted conclusion (i.e. I don’t need to talk to anyone, I know how they feel about me) and 2) That this feeling of being hated is entirely rooted in herself (I feel that I am hated). I get that it probably has been outsourced and done as quickly as possible. But it is deeply inaccessible to people who rely on captions to understand what’s being said 

All of this caption mess is really a piss-poor-how-dare-you-say-we-piss-on-the-poor moment

Also. Kind of unrelated but something I’ve been thinking about since I looked up the Millennial who wrote this show. Why do the credits use a name he doesn’t go by anymore? The show is recent enough to reasonably be updating it. Like Umbrella Academy also had someone involved in the change their name, and they changed the credits on every prior episode to say Elliot. Did the creator for She-Ra choose to leave it? On Wikipedia it describes his production credits for this show as ‘credited by deadname’ which like, to me, suggests it’s not something he actively chose. For a show which tries to weave representation and inclusion into its fabric, its Netflix presentation is bizarrely thoughtless when it comes to real people!

We interrupt all the meta concerns to say: Hee hee, leetle kees on the volleyball court

“Did you think she was going to just instantly become a different person?” LMAO @ ‘a different person’ being Glimmer and Adora’s code for ‘Catra trying not to be mean for more than 30 seconds at time’

There’s something very poetic and funny about Micah desperately wanting Frosta to accept him as a friend, like Frosta wanted from Glimmer

[Ominously] “Why don’t you stay for supper?” I KNEW something would wrong with Elberon ever since the Flutterina thing. Something has been brewing in the water here

“Horde ships coming right for us,” from Entrapta also sounds kind of like, “hardships coming right for us,” which is also true

I really feel like Adora should’ve yanked the chip out of Catra when she was still in She-Ra mode. Is it like. Connected to her brain stem?

[Groaning] “My daughter’s gonna hate me.” Micah is the love of my life

“It’s like they’ve been replaced by totally different people.” Hmmmmm

Elberon has gone full Spooky Mode. I love the constant Haunting Lighting:

Entrapta clearly remembers every time she’s been wronged (being left in the Fright Zone, Catra taking her work and sending her to Beast Island). But somehow NEVER retains anything she’s done to wrong others (hacking the Black Garnet, creating the portal which took Glimmer’s mother). What kinda selective memory jkghkjghgjh. [Entrapta as Aslan meme voice] I forgor 

Wow. Catra admitting she wants Adora to stay is a real breakthrough!

“Just stay with me while I do it okay.” It’s a day of breakthroughs for Catra. I’m very proud of her!

You know. Aside from Adora being a literal alien. They’ve already established that she’s impervious to the cold, so why not, to her free-floating in space? 

Bold of her to jump out without checking though!

“Chip appears to be fused with the subject’s nervous system [...]” I guess Horde Prime did put it in her brain stem!

Catra said: I do apologies AND thank-yous now. I’m a new catwoman!

Glimmer and Bow immediately moving aside so Catra can sit between them. I love the Best Friend Squad!

Not Spinerella being chipped!!!! Don’t harm our happy background emotional support couple

“Onward to a secret underwater party adventure.” Screaming over the fact that Scorpia, Perfuma, Mermista and Sea Hawk have decided the way they’re going to deal with the citizens of Etheria being turned into robot spies is by having a fancy dress party:

I love that Perfuma is an excellent actress, good for her

LMAO @ MERMISTA AND SEA HAWK HAVING TO BEAT UP HALF OF THE PEOPLE THEY SEE. Feels like perhaps the easiest version of this plan would be leaving Sea Hawk at home 

“I just wanted to know what [setting someone’s boat on fire] felt like.” [Gasps] “You are everything I’ve ever wanted.” Mermista x Sea Hawk 5ever

The ratio of musical numbers really does increase as the shows goes on. Also losing it at Scorpia literally singing her deception to a room full of people: 

“Strangest thing but I think we’ve met before.” DHJKDHDJHD has Prince Peekablue been replaced by Double Trouble

Update from 30 seconds later: Yes

Good for Netossa for noticing right away but for someone who has full access to his victims’ brains Horde Prime is sure not good at acting in-character for them. He should take a lesson from Double Trouble 

I should’ve figured that Mermista would be the one to get chipped at the incredibly convenient and inconvenient location of underwater but NOOOOOOOOOOO MERMISTA

They are messing with ALL of the emotional support background couples this ep

This party is not really going well for Team Princess at all: 

THEY GOT PAPA GLIMMER TOO??? OH MICAH 😭😭😭

“That’s your cue, Hot Stuff. Let’s go.” Hahahah is Double Trouble calling Sea Hawk Hot Stuff because he likes to set boats on fire or just because they think he’s cute kjghkjghgkjhg

Kind of bizarre that Scorpia, despite being under water, has seen no impact of water conducting an electrical current. SHOULDN’T THAT BE A MAJOR ADVTANGE? 

SCORPIAAAAA. I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO BE A NICE LITTLE REPRIEVE NOT HALF OF THEIR FRIENDS BEING LOST TO THE HORDE. THE FANCY DRESS OUTFITS BETRAYED ME:

Very haunting when they end episodes with just silence ahhhhhhh

Ohhhhh the chipped friends going into the antagonist slot in the intro 😧

“Your plan is to ram through an armada of ships?” “No... Maybe!” Rare voice of reason moment for Catra LOL

Dhdkjhdjjdh Helpful Hordak immediately spilling Horde Prime’s vulnerabilities at the slightest prompting. Me oversharing about my health problems when people ask how I am 

Someone please clarify how they had a spacesuit with cat ear slots so readily available to them in the middle of hiding from a nearly omnipresent enemy. Was Adora just keeping this on board always in the hopes Catra would get her act together hahahaha: 

LHFKJHFJHFKJH Bow and Glimmer looking between Adora and Catra perplexed whenever they make Lesbian Eye Contact 

Lesbian Eye Contact Count 1: Adora giggling at Catra as she tries to take off her unexplained custom-made helmet 

“So, wait. The plan is to barge ahead into the structurally unsound building to find some mystery person that we know nothing about, in the hopes that they somehow know how to defeat Horde Prime?” Catra is experiencing culture shock from the Rebellion planning strategies

It really takes Shadow Weaver like seconds to figure out how to get under everyone’s skin: 

You know, surely there’s some kind of risk in plugging Helpful Hordak into this new building. You don’t really know what his reset button is

Lesbian Eye Contact Count 2: Adora staring as Catra makes a new door in their mysterious abandoned building:

“Seems Wrong Hordak has begun to question the meaning of life. [Sobbing] “Who am I if not an exaulted brother of Horde prime?” Helpful Hordak bursting into tears the moment he has to deal with anything that he’s not used to. Relatable content

Catra was right to hesitate to take her helmet off, I think. Just because they can breathe doesn’t mean those glowing spores are safe

“I think the feeling I had about this place is a bad feeling,” said Glimmer, as they were chased out of a hallway by numerous spikes trying to impale them 

[Deadpanned and emotionless] “Go through the door on your left.” That Entrapta message doesn’t at ALL sound suspicious

Update from 1 minute later: It was not Entrapta speaking 

“I thought it was bad but it’s not. It’s magic.” Ohhhhhhhh love that Glimmer’s understanding of magic has grown with time!!! Her being the first to understand the illusions they’re seeing: 

Is the illusion creature a cat or did it just choose to be a cat for Catra?

“I’m sorry I got angry. It’s something I’m working on.” [Endeared] “Oooh. You are?” Me and Adora being impressed and endeared whenever Catra shows the bare minimum of growth hahahaha

I can’t believe the payoff for Catra’s five season fursona is that she can speak alien cat hahahaha

“They dug into the ground. Built machines.” “The First Ones. That’s what they were doing. They were mining this planet’s magic, just like on Etheria.” Everything eventually circles back to space colonization

God I love the addition of Melog, Space Cat to Team Princess

“Brothers, Horde Prime lied to us. He is a false ruler. We must rise up against him and free the universe from his unjust reign.” We love the self-radicalization of Helpful Hordak. He said we will seize the means of production and overthrow the bourgeoisie (his rude brother)

“Etheria isn’t a weapon. It’s a living creature.” Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh Shadow Weaver said I see your Space Cat Friend and Raise You Planet Friend

“We can destroy the restraints the First Ones built, set the magic of Etheria free and use it against him.” Didn’t work too well when you tried that on Daddy Hordak, did it, Shadow Weaver? Shadow Weaver said: Never forgive, always forget

“What is this tingling sensation?” “That’s warmth, buddy.” That’s Rough Buddy vs. That’s Warmth Buddy stand-off in the streets

I was wondering if Melog was going to be added to the intro in this ep and while Melog wasn’t, I did notice how the Catra and Adora fight has changed to more of a friendly and playful ahhhh I love when intros match the emotional stories of the protagonists

What good is the Hive Mind if it can’t see She-ra right in front of them LMAO

“Oh... expressing facial emotion is a privilege reserved only for Prime,” said Helpful Hordak, like doesn’t burst into tears every time he’s stressed

Obsessed with Helpful Hordak mimicking any expression he sees ❤️: 

[Horrified gasp] “Princesses? Where?” [slams door] wild that the princess propaganda that Catra and Adora were raised on as Horde children has eventually circled back to being true 

Hahahahah Glimmer and Bow are incapable of not trying to recruit people to the Rebellion for even 30 seconds in a shop

I like that Melog is now Catra’s means of using magic. If you're not born into royalty, adopt a giant cat with whom you develop a symbiotic magic relationship and it’s basically the same

“My fight is over. Lord Prime has given me peace.” [popular Netflix show voice] There’s no war in the City of Light

HAHAHAHAHA @ CATRA BEING OFFENDED AT ADORA HESITATING TO FIGHT HER CHIPPED HOMIES, WHICH IS NOT AT ALL THE SAME AS FIGHTING A FRENEMY WHO WAS A BELIGERENT BELIEVER IN TYRANNY UNTIL 4 EPISODES AGO

Adora: How are we supposed to fight our own friends?

Catra, scoffing, like she didn’t instigate 98% of their fights: It never stopped you before

I think Spinerella’s use of the word beloved (a term Netossa has said they don’t use) is Horde Prime being purposely cruel ☹️

“I must access the memories stored in this version.” Can’t believe we’ve graduated from Daddy Hordak to Grandpa Hordak 

Speaking of Daddy Hordak, I have been waiting all season for him to find Entrapta and join the Rebellion. It feels like a matter of time 

Side note though: I do think he will sacrifice himself for the Rebellion and Entrapta. He’s done a lot of damage so I can only imagine that’s how his story will end with four-and-a-half episodes remaining

“So the only person I’m fighting here is... my own wife?” WIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HER WIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

“We were gone. We weren’t here to help our friends.” Bow you literally were helping your friends!! You can’t be every at once, sweet boy

“We won’t abandon Erelandia,” said Glimmer, before teleporting away

Perfuming crying because she hates managing people. Same girl:

“But can we circle back to your not-at-all-weird-and-very-detailed theories on our weaknesses?” Netossa said: I have a had a lot of time and trauma while you were gone

“Glimmer: Crippling self-doubt mixed with overwhelming hubris.” “Whoa, whoa, whoa, that’s like, really personal compared to fire.”

1) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

2) True

3) Same

“Your negative vibes aren’t appreciated here, Catra.” Perfuma directly calling Catra out for being a vibe killer

“They can’t defend themselves. They’re dads.” This is such a wonderful line, I feel like they just breeze past it jkdhkdjhdj

“’What did the First Ones say when they burned dinner? It was ruined.’” Bow’s parents leaving him a note about their secret hiding place with a doodle of themselves, drawn hearts and a joke inside is peak parenting. Lance and George deserve an award for this kind of communication:

“This one’s mine.” Perfuma wants to stay above fighting her friends but Netossa truly has no such qualms about fighting her wife. She said: Are you kidding me, my wife will kill us, we gotta kick her ass

“Mara wasn’t alone. She was working with a group of rebels going against their First One’s leaders.” OOHHHHHH ARE WE FINALLY GOING TO RESOLVE MARA’S PLOTLINE? I LOVE

My money is on Arxia being the Fright Zone or Bright Moon

“Friendship isn’t a weakness. It’s my greatest strength. And Scorpia’s too.” Is this cliché? Yes. Do I adore Perfuma being too nice to hurt her friends anyway? Also yes!!!

“Because Spinny, you’re my weakness.” AHHHHHHHHH NETOSSA:

Perfuma reassuring Catra that it’s okay to keep your heart open is why I think she should date everyone she interacts with. She just has the vibe of everyone she knows living in her heart

Well, colour me incorrect! Arxia is on Mystacor, I kinda forgot about Castaspella and Shadow Weaver LOL

Netossa and Spinerella being reunited in the intro with a kiss 🥺💘 I’m love them

“Would a ‘please’ kill you?” Fjlfjfjhfjkh that ‘a’ really sounded like an ‘I’ and was really thinking Castaspella was escalating hahahah

“Micah was an exceptional sorcerer even then. It’s a shame it didn’t run in the family.” Shadow Weaver is determined to antagonize everyone who has joined her on the Arxia Rebellion Field Trip

“This isn’t about tech. It’s about our chipped friends. If I can get this to work, I can save them.” THAT’S RIGHT BABYGIRL, ENTRAPTA’S EMPATHY ERA HERE TO STAY

Lesbian Eye Contact 3: Adora loving that Catra is trying to rescue her and Catra being embarrassed about it

RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEIR TERRIBLE FOSTER MOM LMAO

“I see you and Catra are close again. Do you really think that’s wise?” Yaddah Yaddah Generational Trauma: Emotional Distance Edition 

Also this is horseshit, every time Adora has transformed this season has been in the interest of protecting a loved one

Speaking of generational trauma, DADDY HORDAK IS BACK BAYBEE:

This is certainly a rough way for Glimmer to reunite with her father 

“Adora, it doesn’t always have to be you!” Ohhhhhhh Catra

Vhjkvhjvhkjvh I know it’s like. To prevent them from wreaking magical havoc. But wild for Adora cave-in Micah and two other sorcerers in a hidden magical prison without food or water 

“[Sacrificing yourself for Etheria] is what you’ll always choose. I don’t have to stay and watch it happen.” Someone was listening to Shadow Weaver’s emotional distance lecture a little too hard

“Adora doesn’t want me! Not like I want her.” It took her 51 episodes but Catra is finally admitting that her feelings for Adora are not entirely platonic LOL

Having non-verbal communication and comfort from an animal friend was really an element we’ve been missing until Melog. A talking horse just doesn’t hit the same feelings: 

YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GO REBELLION:

We are back to the realm of the Romantically-Charged Friendship Simulation. I wonder what Bow and Glimmer will see in here, if anything

You’re telling me instead of needing a bunch of princesses, all Horde Prime needs to do to activate the Heart of the Etheria is to invest in an auger drill? LMAO

"I never could’ve done any of this without you. Thank you for being the best friends anyone could ask for.” ADORAAAAAA ☹️☹️

Catra going back to warn Adora only to stumble on to Shadow Weaver getting drunk in the middle of a war while Adora takes all the world’s burdens. Incredible. Truly representing the average parenting energy of this show

FINALLY they’re acknowledging that water conducts electricity. Just as the planet is about to explode

I can only imagine Entrapta being captured will trigger Daddy Hordak to turn. [Rafiki voice] IT IS TIME

“Take care of her, Horde Scum.” “That’s the plan, Sparkles.” I LOVE CATRA BEING IN THE BEST FRIEND SQUAD 😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️

“Bow. I love you. I love you. I love you.” “I love you too.” Kind of figured Bow and Glimmer were headed in that direction. Every single friendship in this show is romantically charged hahahaha

More like the Best-Friends-To-Lovers Squad, am I right? 

“You’re worth more than what you can give to other people.” MARA 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“Doesn’t it remind you of the first time we met? You also tried to kill me then. 😌❤️” Sea Hawk for Most Boyfriend in the History of Etheria

Everyone’s suddenly being really forthright about their romantic feelings. That’s TWO I love you exchanges from the Team Princess and self-admission from Catra. They said if we’re gonna die we might as well speak our feelings

“Hello Babygirl.” Micah for Most Haunting Use of Babygirl Award:

“How strange. I must have fought her. I must’ve known her face. But I have no memory of it.” Last minute theory of Light Hope/Mara/Horde Prime love triangle. I don’t really think it’d happen, but it would HILARIOUS to me if it were true 

CATRAAAAAAAAAAAA (also Shadow Weaver). Ex-Horde reunion LOL

“My mother raised me to be brave. My friends taught me to be kind. And I’m stubborn. I get that from you. I will never stop fighting. And I won’t lose another parent.” GLIMMER 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Side note: Until this point I have kind of been assuming Angella would be freed from her dimensional trap during the finale, but it doesn’t seem like that’s going to happen 

I love that Bow and Entrapta’s knowledge together is what takes down the chips!!!! TECH BOY AND TECH GAL FORCES UNITE

“It’s time to take back our world. It’s time to fight.” BABY BOY BOW INSPIRING ALL OF ETHERIA TO FIGHT BACK

WHAT DO YOU KNOW, IT SEEMS SHADOW WEAVER CAN LEARN SOMETHING:

“It’s too late for me. But you, this is only the beginning for you. I am so proud of you, Catra.” Shadow Weaver said: The cycle ends with me, actually

“Whatever happens, I am staying with you.” Catra said: ‘Til death do us part, Adora

“I made a life of my own. I made... a friend. I am Hordak, and I defy your will.” I knew Daddy Hordak was incapable of killing his favourite child: 

Hordak didn’t really think through the whole Hive Mind thing when he threw his brother/parental figure/supreme overlord into a bottomless pit

Adora’s dreams for the future are so sweet ahhhhhhhhhhhhh:

(On a less serious note: What wild hair choices for everyone LMAO)

“Don’t you get it? I love you. I always have. So please, just this once, stay.” They got there eventually! GOOD FOR THEM 

Not to be dramatic but lesbian love is literally going to save the whole universe. I repeat: GOOD FOR THEM ❤️❤️❤️

I’m not sure if I fully understand why the hell the First Ones did all of this planet weaponization if all it took to defeat Horde Prime was She-Ra finding a lover she could find strength in. They really took the path of Most Resistance 

“I remember you.” I cannot believe that She-Ra just exorcised the Horde Prime out of Hordak as if he were a particularly vindictive ghost and not his clone brother/paternal figure/supreme overlord controlling via Hive Mind:

“Hordak! I’m so glad you’re back.” AWWW ENTRAPTA AND DADDY HORDAK REUNION 

(Does no one care that Hordak has been terrorizing society for over a decade prior to this, and is probably responsible for killing a bunch of their parents? No? I really thought he was going to die, LMAO)

Edit after posting: Befuddled by what the creator had to say about this relationship, DO BETTER AT DEPICTING AGE AND DYNAMIC LMAO 

“Hello! I’m your dad.” GLIMMER AND PAPA MICAH REUNION 😭❤️

Scorpia said, to Catra: My kekkei genkai is forgiveness

“So are we all just like, okay with this?” asked Mermista, glancing at Hordak suspciously, verbalizing what I believe they should all be thinking jgjhkgh

The Fall of Salineas could not be THAT long ago omg 

“Look at us. From capturing you to us now being buddies. This is so dope.” Hahahaa, the off-screen dialogue in this scene is def improv

“What a sweet and optimistic ending of everyone having a peaceful friendship, familial and romantic reunions and the protagonists deciding to plan a fun little road trip to bring magic back to the universe, which could not possibly backfire on them given the amount of space colonization that has happened in order to harness magic as a weapon thus far. As with Hordak, we will pretend we do not see it 😌❤️:

#ayesha liveblogs she-ra #ayesha says things #liveblogging #she-ra #long post #television #spoilers for all of she-ra s5 obvs #also i will not lie to you the end of this liveblog refused to save so i had to retype the last eight minutes THREE TIMES #which really represents how much energy i had to put into completing this show in general LOL #like the characters: i got there eventually #also by coincidence i finished this on the three year anniversary of its ending

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RWBY: Vibranium Shield AU: Jaune’s Day at Beacon with new gear (Harem)

Jaune after a solo mission of recon mission of just following some White Fang, Ozpin decided he could have a day off and just do him for awhile, Jaune took this opportunity to then decide to put on some fresh smelling clothes after a long shower and decided to have a nice walk around Beacon with his shield on hand or on his back?

He worn a black tank top, some cargo military navy blue jeans and some of his old steel toe cap Dr.Martens, he grabbed his wallet and scroll and headed out for the day.

As Jaune walked out and passed some people, mostly girls and few Guys he was being watched and lusted as the girls saw his muscular arms and hidden abs and pecs while seeing him looking like a Soldier in training, most males got a bit annoyed and jealous of the attention, Sun however just gave him some respect as he was showing off the abs like a pro.

Half way out he was passing the teachers lounge and Glynda even managed to choke on her coffee and blushed hard while thinking she should give him her crop and use it on her.

As he exited the school he then headed to the comic store that was only a few miles away and decided to Jog there for some small exercise.

An hour later as he jogged back with some new comics he was then noticing that Team RWBY, Pyrrha, Coco, Velvet and Glynda where all staring at him and had some lusting looks on their faces.

Jaune: umm?…..you guys ok? And are you ok Ms. Goodwitch?

Jaune: “Lays in bed”

Jaune: That mission took longer than it should’ve.

Jaune: “Yawn”

Jaune: Got make sure to wake up early for class.

Jaune: I… can’t be… late… again.

Jaune: “Shuts eyes”

“Morning”

Jaune: “Opens eyes”

Jaune: “Stretches”

Jaune: “Checks time on scroll”

Jaune: “Closes eyes”

Jaune: “Eyes widen”

Jaune: Crap, I overslept guys we gotta get t-

Jaune: “Looks around room only to find it empty”

Jaune: They probably already left.

Jaune: I gotta hurry.

“Scroll rings”

Jaune: Hm?

Jaune: “Pulls out scroll to find message”

Jaune: Ozpin?

Mr. Arc we appreciate your improvement, you have made incredible progress as a leader and a fighter. Even going as far as to risk your own life to save an ally of another team. Because of you’ve Improved in such short time you are excused from your classes for the day I have already sent a message to your team and peers. We are grateful for your selflessness and courage - Headmaster Ozpin.

Jaune: Huh.

Jaune: Dodged the bullet there.

Jaune: So I have the day to myself.

Jaune: What should I do.

Jaune: “Sniffs shirt”

Jaune: Ugh, well first I gotta take a shower.

“30 Minutes Later”

Jaune: “Looks in closet”

Jaune: Where the heck is my hoodie?

Jaune: “Looks under bed”

Jaune: Where could it be?

“Meanwhile”

Ruby: “Looks under school uniform”

Ruby: Hehehe.

Jaune: “Continues to rummage around closet”

Jaune: “Spots black tank top”

Jaune: Why haven’t I ever worn this?

Jaune: Well no better time than now.

Jaune: “Trips on shield”

Jaune: Ow.

Jaune: “Stares at shield”

Jaune: “Grabs shield & places it on his back”

Jaune: Just in case.

“Hallway”

Jaune: “Walking down hallway”

Students: “Staring”

Female Student: Isn’t that Arc

Female Student: Yeah, when did he become such a hottie.

Female Student: I totally let him take me out.

Male Student: Lucky bastard.

Male Student: He was the weakest student and now he’s a chick magnet.

Male Student: Dudes lucky.

Sun: Yo Jaune.

Sun: Looking good my man.

Jaune: Heh thanks dude.

Glynda: “Sipping coffee”

Glynda: My class begins in a few minutes, I should get going soon.

Glynda: “Sips coffee”

Glynda: “Spots Jaune”

Glynda: “Spits coffee”

Glynda: “Coughing”

Glynda: 😳😳😳

Glynda: M-Mr Arc he is is.

Glynda (Internally): Am I getting fluster over a student?

Glynda: Oh how he would look in a crop like mine.

Glynda: 🤤🤤🤤

“Vale”

Jaune: “Walks in a comic book store”

Jaune: “Looks through comics”

Jaune: Yes the new X-ray and Vav issue.

Jaune: “Sees shield wielding hero”

Jaune: “Smiles”

Jaune: “Takes comic”

Jaune: “Sets comics on counter”

Female Employee: Quite the selection.

Female Employee: “Looks at Jaune”

Female Employee: 😳😳😳

Female Employee: Woah mama.

Jaune: “Pulls out wallet”

Jaune: How much do I owe you?

Female Employee: “Hands comics to Jaune”

Female Employee: There on the house handsome.

Jaune: Really, wow thank you.

Female Employee: Oh a comic lover who’s ripped thats so rare.

“Beacon”

Ruby: Seriously Yang what were you doing with Jaune?

Yang: It was nothing, why do you keep bugging me about it?

Weiss: Because you continuously dodge the question whenever we ask it.

Yang: Look what happened was my business and-

Yang: “Spots Jaune”

Yang: And…

Ruby: Yang?

Weiss: You dolt whats distracting you from our conversation?

Blake: That.

Blake: “Points at Jaune”

Ruby & Weiss: “Turn to see Jaune”

Ruby & Weiss: 😳😳😳

Ruby: Holy-

Weiss: How dare he get so muscular and stop flirting with me.

Blake (Internally): Lucky for the rest of us.

Coco: “Raises her sunglasses”

Velvet: “Stares at Jaune with lust”

Pyrrha: “Covering face”

Glynda: “Covering bloody nose”

Jaune: Is everyone staring at me?

Jaune: Are they okay?

Jaune: “Looks at Glynda who’s nose is bleeding”

Jaune: Is Miss Goodwitch okay?

#Rwby #jaune arc #weiss schnee #ruby rose #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #pyrrha nikos #coco adel #velvet scarlatina #glynda goodwitch #sun wukong #Vibranium shield au #ask & answer