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Ooh can I request how you think kid and killer would show their interest in you? Basically their way of courting you/beginning of a relationship. Together or separate, whatever you feel like 🖤🖤

hi anon, thanks for the ask! i'd be happy to do both :)

im a big fan of the concept of courting in general (to many period drama influences) so some of these may seem weird or ooc

kidd-

different from killer, who would take a more traditional approach to courting/wooing a potential partner, kidd's approach is more... chaotic... we'll say

we all know that this tulip head has the emotional range of a teaspoon, and therefore struggles with expressing any emotion other than rage and pride, so be prepared for a whirlwind of whiplash

he doesn't know what he wants, you don't know what he wants

killer knows what he wants, but won't be at all helpful in this case

while he will staunchly deny this until the day he dies, kidd's love language is acts of service (beating the shit out of people for you), gift giving (making you things to beat the shit out of people) and quality time (discussing in depth on how to beat the shit out of people)

expect a lot of shiny things, handmade metal contraptions, and requests for you to just sit with him (he tells you he needs someone to hold something for him, or shine the light at a particular angle, but we all know he just wants to be around you)

he fails miserably at any attempts of flirtation

the first time you cackle at him for his terrible pick-up lines, he shuts himself away for a few days. the second time, (with killer's guidance) he realizes that making you laugh would be great way to warm up to each other.

it becomes a witty back-and-forth of banter and cheesy pick-up lines, and a solid friendship is formed. you talk about whatever, he gives his (sadistic) input, he rambles on about his latest invention (probably a weapon) and you give your feedback

you don't know that each of these conversations are pertaining to the same creation, he's (very secretly, and quite skillfully (to killer's surprise)) getting your input, because he's making it for you.

it's months in the making, he probably started right after your first lengthy discussion about preferred weapon types or something like that.

i'd like to think that for kidd, it's obsession at first insult with him, so you'd probably be relatively new to the crew. he wouldn't last long enough to have known (and liked you) for years, no patience with dis man

he gets talkative when he drinks, so i guarantee you the first time he gets like black out drunk around you, he spills his guts. its an unspoked rule amongst the crew, that any 'gushy' feelings that come from that captain while he is inebriated, are not to ever EVER be brought up afterwards.

so you kind of just. sit there. thinking abt the fact that this angry tulip man like you. and wont admit it to your face.

after the first emotional moment TM you guys share, things start to pick up. you are witness to a softer side of the one-dimensional captain, and quite like it.

start seeking those out more. he won't, but the best progress is one made in emotional vulnerability. (dr. wimble advice corner approved)

he cant take a hint, so dont bother dropping any. if you wanna go forward, say something. kidd cannot read (alegedly), let alone between the lines. your best bet is to whip out your tits (gn) in front of him.

i will die on this hill, kidd is firmly a boob guy, dont try to change my mind. he lov em

there is no "so, should we date now?" phase with this guy, he just skips right to the "fucking them with the lights on" phase. a hot and heavy encounter later, and he has firmly planted himself at your side, no takes-backsies~~

you wake up the morning after hovered in hickeys and bite marks, and EVERYONE know your his now. he wont say it, but you are.

killer-

killer on the other hand, is a traditionalist, an 'el hopaness romtic' if ya know what im sayin

he will woo the pants right off you, season two anthony bridgerton wet shirt scene style (iykyk)

you probably aren't new to the crew, kil strikes me as the kinda guy who doesn't know he likes someone until it's too late. like man's good at self reflection and all, but it takes TIME to get to him, so there is no 'love at first fisticuffs' with him.

it starts with friendship (demi killer till the day i die), you two are like each others bestfriends. no one tops kidd (ehehe) for this guy, but you can tie

it's the little things at first, and more one-sided at the beginning (on your end), like complimenting his cooking, offering to help with dishes

maybe you buy him some hair stuff, he did mention that he was running out, off handedly. or, you sharpen up his knives for him while he's away

Killer's love language is also acts of service, more so on the receiving end tho, but he likes to give gifts. he'll cook for you, personally

like one meal just for you type thing. he says he wants you to try out a new recipe of his, but really, he just made you a nice meal, and cant say it to your face.

you two act like a couple already, but both deny it, saying youre just 'really good friends'

he first really realises that he likes you, seriously likes (maybe love) you when you get injured. and not like, oh little scratch, but like, almost died injured.

a foe has never been downed faster, than when killer heard your scream of pain and terror from across the battle field, and fucking flew across to get to you.

it's obvious to anyone that mans got it badd. he doesnt leave your side until youre concious again and the promptly blows up you for being dumb and reckless and almost getting killed. its a nasty fight, one that shatters your friendship. no one expected anything like that from him. probably the most anyone has ever heard from him in one go

he is just worried, but cant tell you that he loves you, without fully knowing how you feel back. not a guy who readily takes risks like that.

it's a few weeks before he's talking to you again, afraid that he astronomically fudged it by his little outburst. the exchanges are clipped, (you, who had been pining hard for him for like ever) and you're positively sure he hates your guts (he doesnt he just scared)

he avoids you, trying to put as much distance between you two as physically possible, trying to get rid of his feelings for you. but the you go and get yourself hurt. again

it was an accident this time, he saw it happen. like slow motion, the knife you were holding was bumped out of your hand by someone backing into you, it fell, cutting your hand open, before notching itself into the flood

he blows up at the person responsible, before dragging you to the medbay to patch you up. all the while, muttering about how clumsy you are, how much of a danger magnet you seem to be.

its at that moment you know how he feels. it's not said outright, but the care he takes with you, treating you like you're glass

you lean down to kiss his mask. just a small pec, an utterance of a 'thank you' whispered after

but

his heart is beating like a wild mustang, and he freezes. he makes sure your affection wasn't just because you were grateful (after he starts working again)

your reassurance is like cupids arrow for his heart. you like him, have liked him for a while

nothing really changes between your dynamic after that, at least from the outside. really, you've started to be more physically affectionate behind closed doors.

it's a huge step when he takes his mask of around you. the lights are off, and you can't see his face, but he lets you touch it. huge step in your relationship

he's still a baddie, violent and unhinged, (to keep up appearances), but when no ones looking, he'll love on you

this feels kinda rushed ngl, but alas, when is it not? anywayz anon, hope you like it! iv'e already done poly! kidkiller here, i hope you enjoy :)

btw my requests are open, but im still in college, so be mindful if it takes me a hot minute to reply to them

#wimble writes #one piece scenario #killer x reader #kid x reader #one piece fluff #massacre soldier killer #eustass kid

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Just a tip for your writing, you don’t need to put in the comments about you not liking stuff you include, it feels judgey af when you do

I think you have the wrong blog

#asks

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So true. I think in one language and speak in another and my sentences come out like that of a first grader. Not to mention the loading sign that pops up when my words escape me

God bilingual people are so cool. I'd love to be bilingual someday.

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ANNOUNCEMENT!!!

so... its been six months since i last posted anything.

To start, my phone decided to kick the bucket, and all of the progress on CMA has been lost (cause i was a dumbass who didn't save them any cloud service, just my notes app)

secondly WE REACHED 100 FOLLOWERS!!! im thinking of doing a writing event to celebrate, any ideas are encouraged, because i have none

im almost done colege, so in the near future, ill have more time to focus on this blog :)

thats all for now. sorry to anyone waiting on a CMA update :( im going to put the whole series on a haitus for now, until i can get my phone working again.

#wimble wrants #announcement

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I am concluding that Prey (2022) is baller for a similar set of reasons to Mad Max: Fury Road (2015), which include:

Let women do things (specifically: murder)

You only need like three pages of dialogue to carry your 90-minute movie if you actually know how to write good dialogue

Sometimes 100% of the time super-complex “look at my galaxy brain” plots… are worse (cough fuckmarvelcough)

Mind-bogglingly hot shirtless dudes (who still die)

Top-notch violence without a whit of threatened sexual violence (yes MMFR has this in the backstory but not onscreen)

White ppl are fckn stupid

Bonus point for Prey: the dog lives.

#yes to everything here #but may i add #mind-boggingly hot SWEATY shirtless guys

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This is super cool and nice of you! Even if I don't get picked, I hope whoever does likes your gifts!

Two Year Aniversary Give Away!

Holy fuckin’ hell. I can’t believe it’s been two years! I almost forgot in fact. I was looking through my old pride posts from last year and saw I had a one year anniversary and was like ‘oh wow’

I have been back in the fandom for TWO years! I’ve been into One Piece for 23-24 years at this point I think? Almost near the start. I found OP by accident but man I am glad I found it <3 

So I started writing canon content all those years ago, came back and did reader x and once again fell back into canon. Sitting on that fence and dabbling in both sides as well as the OC x canon stuff which I adore!

It’s been a blast being here and indulging in everyone's art, fics, cosplays and the rest. Seeing the creative people, being part of that community and getting to be seen. Thank you all for the support, the reblogs, the requests and the messages! I very much appreciate it and love being here.

So I decided I would do a giveaway!

-Rules- - MUST be following - No giveaway blogs. - No blank blog reposts/likes - Reblog is 1 entry - like is 1 entry - BONUS say what you like about my writing or just something you enjoy about my fics <3

- I will draw three names at random when the event ends which will be JULY 7TH.

–Prizes– 1st place: A free Thousand Sunny tote bag! [I will pay for shipping] and a 1k Fic of your choice! 2nd place: 1k fic of your choice 3rd. 500 word drabble of choice.

Here is the tote bag! [Brand new ooooooh]

These bags are lovely! I have a Moby Dick one I use often <3

You can also buy these super cute bags from here! Created and designed by @rosiinante

#one piece #cyborg franky #reblog

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Love self indulgent fics. I think the passion for what the author is writing and how much they enjoy it is very contagious and fun to see

many thanks anon, I assume you speak of Intentions . I agree with you, it sparks some kind of joy to see people coming up with their own interpretations of media, how they would have done it, etc,.

#wimble wanswers #anon #one piece #mha

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not me reading my own fic thinking, "man this shits good",,,, like hello, I'm a bit full of myself?

also, CMA gonna get an update and maybe a taglist?? in the coming weeks hopefully

#bnha #CMA #Call Me Alpha #wimble writes

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i have 85 followers. shitting myself a little harder

I have 43 followers. shitting myself

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can i be added to the call me alpha taglist pls

yes.

also sorry for the 2 months late reply

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intentions

killer x reader (not specified, but how i imagined it while writing) (also only they/them pronouns cause i said so)

a follow up to this post because i want more very specific representation

finally you got it.

granted, it had taken a fair bit of explaining, but you finally got it.

they liked you. in more than a friend way too. it was surreal, and not in a bad way.

they'd finally had enough and decided to sit you down and have a lengthy discussion about their wants and intentions with your relationship; they wanted to be more than friends. there wasn't any push for sexual encounters, and by the look of sheer disgust that graced your face whenever the topic of sex came up, they settled on the conclusion that it might never occur between you two.

they were strangely okay with that. they had ways of satisfying themselves.

they wanted to be intimate; emotionally vulnerable and physically affectionate. they wanted to call you theirs. they wanted to be yours.

looking back on it with a fresh explanation, you'd come to realize that they were always hinting at pursuing something more with you. the hand on the back, the constant desire to be around you; it all made sense now.

you'd simply come to your own conclusion that they were like that with everyone, but in private. you couldn't pay attention to their interactions with others because you simply didn't care. they were free to do as they pleased because you had no claim on them. something that others were very confused by.

after the explanation, it clicked; they thought you two were romantically involved. the thought made you laugh.

you felt bad for them as you burst into a fit of laughter, here they were laying themselves bare infront of you, and you were laughing. but you couldn't help it. laughter was a nervous tic for you.

the look on their face was one you'd never seen before; and having to get people to explain facial expressions for you, you very clearly didn't know what it meant.

"i-i'm sorry," the hiccups and giggles slowed in between you words. "I don't know what to say." finally calming down.

"I don't know if i feel the same. what is it supposed to feel like?"

they looked a bit taken aback at this, but accepted it as another one of your quirks.

"it's like... " the paused, trying to sum up the feeling in words. "like when someone eats your food, you know the feeling? like you've just spent hours cooking a meal for them, and they sit down and eat it. they tell you they like it. that bubbly feeling you get."

you loved cooking, its how you show your love for others; platonic and otherwise. the comparison helped.

"and seeing them with another person, acting the same way they do with you, its like the feeling you get when they don't like your food."

they'd witnessed one of your breakdowns once; you'd made cookies for a friends birthday, and they'd told you everything they didn't like about them. you'd kept composure until you managed to escape the event, finding a small alcove away from the party to cry.

you could taste the acrid tang in the back of your mouth, the feeling of your heart being squeezed by an invisible force, the lack of air from suddenly forgetting how to breathe.

that's what they felt? seeing you with another person? you act the same with everyone; so they didn't like you interacting with anyone?

"It's not that i don't like seeing you with others, its that i want to be the only person who can make you smile and laugh. like how you told me once that you want to be the only person who gets to bake."

Oh, like that.

the mask on their face kept you from seeing their expressions, which you were usually content about. they would tell you if they were feeling a certain way, and you would trust them, because in your mind, they had no reason to lie to you.

but they weren't wearing their mask now. they'd taken it off to show vulnerability. to properly tell how how they felt.

you wanted them to put the mask back on. the inability to read their face made your stomach twist in ways that had you feeling sick, made your palms sweaty, they room to hot to properly think.

"you don't have to feel the same way. i just wanted to tell you so that you would know going forward. i know you like to mull over your decisions for a while, so i'll leave you to think for a bit-"

"why do you think this would change our relationship?" you were blunt, almost rude. "would we not go back to acting the same?"

"but the fact that you know would make you aware of my actions-"

"i don't care. you will still act the same, and i will still act the same, the only difference is that we are now on the same page in terms of views. you said before that it might make our relationship awkward."

"yes, because you will be questioning every move i make, and every encounter that we have."

"how do you know? if you don't specify the intention behind the action, then i will presume that there is none."

they sigh at this. and then smile.

"you make things unreasonably easy."

"no, everyone else makes things unreasonably hard"

they chuckle at this. they can tell you are completely serious, which makes the statement funnier to them.

you hop down from where you were sitting.

"lets go make some cookies." they follow you to the kitchen.

your relationship, they realize, will only progress to something more if they are forward and intentional with their actions. why they didn't realize this before is laughable.

it makes sense that you would need to be told upfront about their feelings.

later, you would tell them that while you weren't sure if you felt the same, but you were perfectly content to pursue a more romantic relationship with them if that's truly what they wanted.

#killer x you #killer x reader #killer imagine #one piece #one piece fanfic #i hate how people expect me to read between the lines #like bitch i can barely see #how do expect me to read?? #anywayz this is how i feel like all romantic encoumters in ffs should go #manifesting autistic coded mcs in 2023 #one piece x reader #wimble writes

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whenever I imagine story plots involving romance of any kind, I always imagine the mc absolutely not picking up what is being put down. oblvious bordering on autistic cause that's how I am with romance. and the only way mc actually finally gets it, I when love interest grabs them (consentually) and shakes them while yelling their intentions at them. I want more of this in fanfiction. more autistic coded mcs / love interests where the only way they will reciprocate romantic affection is if you look them dead in the eyes and "kiss me goddammit!"

#its so hard finding fics like this #i will just write my own #get fed up and diy my own fics #it will be full on self insert #only the few will comprehend its magnitude of wtfuckkery #writting prompt #bnha #one piece #one piece fanfic

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this is far to relatable I haven't done laundry in 5 weeks

Source

#adulting #why is doing chores so hard? #my brain says do the thing #and then my other brain says no #like????

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Call Me Alpha - part 7

synopsis: you and bakugou are forced to work together as a team for each of your high-school careers. you suffer through doubts in your relationship with Mei.

pairings: none, everyone is broken up :'( (jk) bakugou x reader

warnings: none... I think 🤔.

Author Notes: I'm back bitches!!! after 3 months of not posting, I have returned to give you the long awaited part 7. idk where the story is going, I'm kinda making it up as I go, so yall might not get another update for a while

I need people to send me requestssss pls!!!! I need interactions!! 😫 also lmk if you wanted to be added to the taglist :) thx and enjoy!!

at some point, later that night, Katsuki asked himself if you were really his fated. you seemed to ooze a hatred for him so intense that maybe the bond hadn't clicked for you.

maybe it would never. he could smell the alpha that deku was paired up with as his support person on you; it told him more that he wanted to know.

he had to keep his rage on a tight leash at the idea of you sleeping with another alpha. he was beyond pissed, but also incredibly depressed. you hated him, and slept with another alpha, obviously you weren't meant to be.

yet he still held out some hope. with this school mandated support pairing, he might be able to worm his way into your heart, where he belonged. getting rid of the alpha wasn't his top priority; it was getting on amicable terms with you. then he can start to picture all the ways he'd "punish" the alpha currently fratenizing with his omega.

...

you and Mei slept together again that night after school. the whole school probably knew that you two were bonded at this point. the smell was acrid and pungent, meant to ward off any who might want to get in the way of it. to you at least, it was pleasant, brought upon a sense of calming and belonging.

it didn't go unnoticed by you, Katsukis reaction to your smell. you saw the way his fists clenched, the way his perma-frown deepened. he exuded rage. you felt a sense of pride filling you, alongside the sickening pit of guilt being dug deeper as you thought about him.

why? why did you feel so... disgusted with yourself?

you were happy with Mei. She took care of you, like an alpha should. you felt like you could be your omegan self around her, let down those walls.

was she happy? you felt like you kinda forced the relationship. maybe she felt obligated to care for you?

her arms pulled your nude form in closer to her own, as if you were a pillow she wanted to cuddle. she was fast asleep, had been for the while now.

and yet you still went without sleep. for the whole night. the feeling of guilt panged and pulled and pushed and against your chest. at one point, you got so worked up and ended up puking.

that was the moment you knew you had to end it with Mei. the guilt of keeping her tied down to you, and the look and Katsukis face was enough to solidify the decision.

the bond would fade soon enough. by that morning, you were restless, despite not sleeping a wink.

Mei could tell something was up. your usually chipper and smart-ass-ness was replaced by a pale horror etched into your features. she didn't push, didn't want to make you feel anymore uncomfortable than you already were.

...

by the end of second period, Mei had had enough dancing around your unresponsive form. any affection she tried to show, you accepted with a stiff and rigidness only attributed to a silent cry for less affection.

she let up, and interrogated you in the girls bathroom. making sure to check the stalls and lock the door.

"You have been acting weird." not accusatory, just an observation.

"Sorry, I didn't sleep last night, probably just tired." the sheepish nervousness in your voice made itself ever more present with each word.

"not just tired. distant. unwanting. it's been a 3 weeks since we bonded, 3 days since we first had sex. are you unfulfilled with me?"

you made to speak, but she interupted.

"I won't be angry. as your alpha, I need to know if I did anything to hurt you."

she wasn't angry. Mei didn't get angry; she got frustrated and melancholic.

"I-" the tears that had welled up fell freely.

"I-, I wanted this to work. I swear I did. but I'm so full of guilt. originally we were just doing it as a front, but then I got lonely, wanted more from you. I feel like I forced the relationship into romance."

"I wanted it just as much as you. you can't blame yourself for something that we both wanted. if it turned out that you didn't want it, then we know what to do."

"but the bond-"

"will expire in a week. we keep up that facade, I can even mark youbagain if you want to keep alphas away."

"but?"

"but no more romance. I don't want my feelings getting played around with. I'm sure you don't want that either."

"I'm sorry." You crumpled to the floor, unable to stand anymore. not sleeping last night + neglecting to eat meant you were a bit woozy.

one trip to a vending machine and another crying fit, and you and Mei were on amicable terms. She understood what you were going through, but was holding you at an arms length for her own emotional health.

you couldn't blame her, cause you did the same. from now, you would be friends, and only friends. she wouldn't renew your bond mark, letting it fade away into nothingness, but still scented you.

you were after all, still packmates

...

the next week, a weight you knew was there was lifted off your chest.

that was also the week that you had your first meeting with the hero class. they would come to you with requests to modify their hero suits, and you would comply.

eventually, they would come up with a suit that suited their needs, but that wouldn't wouldn't for a long while.

Bakugou found his way to your little desk cubicle; each student got a desk cubicle for privacy and focus. yours was tucked into the farthest corner.

the actual desk was covered in drafts for support items and lists of possible mods you could make to his suit.

a detailed sketch of his preliminary suit was pinned to the wall, along with a list of materials, and more suit sketches; variations for varying situations.

"Are you obsessed with me?" His tone was cocky.

you whipped around in your chair, and stared him down. after a minute of your intense gaze, his cocky facade fell, and he regarded you with a neutrality you had yet to distinguish.

"sit."

he pulled up a chair.

"where are your skematics and lists?" he had walked into the classroom empty handed.

he tapped his head, as if to say 'in here'. you gave him a look.

"I don't need them." You sighed so deeply.

"You idiot, they're for me, not you."

"who're you calling idiot!?"

"You, idiot."

"whatever. I can just tell you what I want."

"you're not gonna get what you want if I don't have a drawing, or atleast a list to help with visualization." You stressed your words, trying emphasize his lack of preparation.

"here," you handed him some paper and pencils. "draw it for me. don't talk until it's done. if you do, I can have you kicked out, and you get shit." your tone held malice and the promise of pain.

he complied somewhat unwillingly. five minutes later, and he slapped the paper against your light box.

"here's your dumb drawing." for five minutes, it wasn't as childish as one would think. of course Bakugou could draw well.

the paper had a dummy printed on it, and he had scribbled his hero suit onto it, detailing where he wanted mods.

"is this it?"

he nodded, "for now."

"You can leave now." you swiveled back to the drawing board.

"that's it?" He stood there with his arms crossed. he expected more, yet didn't give any kind of context.

"what? you gave me your list of mods, I don't need you anymore?" sarcasm laced your tone in an incredulous way.

"not that. the alpha I scented on you last week. what was all that about?"

"Why do you care? besides it not being any of your damn business, what gives you the right to pry?

he had no righ to look as taken aback as he did.

"No right?"

"No. Right. Need me to spell it our for you?"

he just scoffed. "I understand you just fine."

"clearly not, cause you're still here. leave me alone."

he gave you one last look, as if to say 'bitch', and turned and left

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Call Me Alpha - part 7

synopsis: you and bakugou are forced to work together as a team for each of your high-school careers. you suffer through doubts in your relationship with Mei.

pairings: none, everyone is broken up :'( (jk) bakugou x reader

warnings: none... I think 🤔.

Author Notes: I'm back bitches!!! after 3 months of not posting, I have returned to give you the long awaited part 7. idk where the story is going, I'm kinda making it up as I go, so yall might not get another update for a while

I need people to send me requestssss pls!!!! I need interactions!! 😫 also lmk if you wanted to be added to the taglist :) thx and enjoy!!

at some point, later that night, Katsuki asked himself if you were really his fated. you seemed to ooze a hatred for him so intense that maybe the bond hadn't clicked for you.

maybe it would never. he could smell the alpha that deku was paired up with as his support person on you; it told him more that he wanted to know.

he had to keep his rage on a tight leash at the idea of you sleeping with another alpha. he was beyond pissed, but also incredibly depressed. you hated him, and slept with another alpha, obviously you weren't meant to be.

yet he still held out some hope. with this school mandated support pairing, he might be able to worm his way into your heart, where he belonged. getting rid of the alpha wasn't his top priority; it was getting on amicable terms with you. then he can start to picture all the ways he'd "punish" the alpha currently fratenizing with his omega.

...

you and Mei slept together again that night after school. the whole school probably knew that you two were bonded at this point. the smell was acrid and pungent, meant to ward off any who might want to get in the way of it. to you at least, it was pleasant, brought upon a sense of calming and belonging.

it didn't go unnoticed by you, Katsukis reaction to your smell. you saw the way his fists clenched, the way his perma-frown deepened. he exuded rage. you felt a sense of pride filling you, alongside the sickening pit of guilt being dug deeper as you thought about him.

why? why did you feel so... disgusted with yourself?

you were happy with Mei. She took care of you, like an alpha should. you felt like you could be your omegan self around her, let down those walls.

was she happy? you felt like you kinda forced the relationship. maybe she felt obligated to care for you?

her arms pulled your nude form in closer to her own, as if you were a pillow she wanted to cuddle. she was fast asleep, had been for the while now.

and yet you still went without sleep. for the whole night. the feeling of guilt panged and pulled and pushed and against your chest. at one point, you got so worked up and ended up puking.

that was the moment you knew you had to end it with Mei. the guilt of keeping her tied down to you, and the look and Katsukis face was enough to solidify the decision.

the bond would fade soon enough. by that morning, you were restless, despite not sleeping a wink.

Mei could tell something was up. your usually chipper and smart-ass-ness was replaced by a pale horror etched into your features. she didn't push, didn't want to make you feel anymore uncomfortable than you already were.

...

by the end of second period, Mei had had enough dancing around your unresponsive form. any affection she tried to show, you accepted with a stiff and rigidness only attributed to a silent cry for less affection.

she let up, and interrogated you in the girls bathroom. making sure to check the stalls and lock the door.

"You have been acting weird." not accusatory, just an observation.

"Sorry, I didn't sleep last night, probably just tired." the sheepish nervousness in your voice made itself ever more present with each word.

"not just tired. distant. unwanting. it's been a 3 weeks since we bonded, 3 days since we first had sex. are you unfulfilled with me?"

you made to speak, but she interupted.

"I won't be angry. as your alpha, I need to know if I did anything to hurt you."

she wasn't angry. Mei didn't get angry; she got frustrated and melancholic.

"I-" the tears that had welled up fell freely.

"I-, I wanted this to work. I swear I did. but I'm so full of guilt. originally we were just doing it as a front, but then I got lonely, wanted more from you. I feel like I forced the relationship into romance."

"I wanted it just as much as you. you can't blame yourself for something that we both wanted. if it turned out that you didn't want it, then we know what to do."

"but the bond-"

"will expire in a week. we keep up that facade, I can even mark youbagain if you want to keep alphas away."

"but?"

"but no more romance. I don't want my feelings getting played around with. I'm sure you don't want that either."

"I'm sorry." You crumpled to the floor, unable to stand anymore. not sleeping last night + neglecting to eat meant you were a bit woozy.

one trip to a vending machine and another crying fit, and you and Mei were on amicable terms. She understood what you were going through, but was holding you at an arms length for her own emotional health.

you couldn't blame her, cause you did the same. from now, you would be friends, and only friends. she wouldn't renew your bond mark, letting it fade away into nothingness, but still scented you.

you were after all, still packmates

...

the next week, a weight you knew was there was lifted off your chest.

that was also the week that you had your first meeting with the hero class. they would come to you with requests to modify their hero suits, and you would comply.

eventually, they would come up with a suit that suited their needs, but that wouldn't wouldn't for a long while.

Bakugou found his way to your little desk cubicle; each student got a desk cubicle for privacy and focus. yours was tucked into the farthest corner.

the actual desk was covered in drafts for support items and lists of possible mods you could make to his suit.

a detailed sketch of his preliminary suit was pinned to the wall, along with a list of materials, and more suit sketches; variations for varying situations.

"Are you obsessed with me?" His tone was cocky.

you whipped around in your chair, and stared him down. after a minute of your intense gaze, his cocky facade fell, and he regarded you with a neutrality you had yet to distinguish.

"sit."

he pulled up a chair.

"where are your skematics and lists?" he had walked into the classroom empty handed.

he tapped his head, as if to say 'in here'. you gave him a look.

"I don't need them." You sighed so deeply.

"You idiot, they're for me, not you."

"who're you calling idiot!?"

"You, idiot."

"whatever. I can just tell you what I want."

"you're not gonna get what you want if I don't have a drawing, or atleast a list to help with visualization." You stressed your words, trying emphasize his lack of preparation.

"here," you handed him some paper and pencils. "draw it for me. don't talk until it's done. if you do, I can have you kicked out, and you get shit." your tone held malice and the promise of pain.

he complied somewhat unwillingly. five minutes later, and he slapped the paper against your light box.

"here's your dumb drawing." for five minutes, it wasn't as childish as one would think. of course Bakugou could draw well.

the paper had a dummy printed on it, and he had scribbled his hero suit onto it, detailing where he wanted mods.

"is this it?"

he nodded, "for now."

"You can leave now." you swiveled back to the drawing board.

"that's it?" He stood there with his arms crossed. he expected more, yet didn't give any kind of context.

"what? you gave me your list of mods, I don't need you anymore?" sarcasm laced your tone in an incredulous way.

"not that. the alpha I scented on you last week. what was all that about?"

"Why do you care? besides it not being any of your damn business, what gives you the right to pry?

he had no righ to look as taken aback as he did.

"No right?"

"No. Right. Need me to spell it our for you?"

he just scoffed. "I understand you just fine."

"clearly not, cause you're still here. leave me alone."

he gave you one last look, as if to say 'bitch', and turned and left

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Hellloooo, could i be added to the 'call me alpha' taglist (if its open that is) pleaseee, mwauh thank youuu

helloooo, yes you can be added, but I'm on a writing hiatus atm so there won't be any updates for now! glad you like it though <3

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reasons i haven’t replied back:

- i’m socially exhausted - i don’t have the time right now - i don’t know how to reply - i have a bad memory and got distracted - i’m having a depressive episode and don’t have the energy to socialise

not reasons i haven’t replied back:

- i’m ignoring you just because - i hate you - i’m fed up with you - i don’t want to be your friend anymore

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