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arieslost · 2 days

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reader and little leclerc meeting at a karting comp when they were tiny and growing up charles developed the fattest crush on the reader but only later in his f1 career does she find out. not from charles himself but from carlos who ‘accidentally’ slips up and mentions it

i’m assuming by little leclerc u meant arthur so i hope i was correct 🤞🏼🤞🏼

crush | cl16

you always thought charles leclerc had some sort of underlying hatred for you, even though he was nothing but kind to you every time you interacted. maybe it was the way he’d always look at you with what you could only describe as a pained expression, like it hurt to even be in your presence.

not that he had much choice, considering you’d been racing with his brother arthur since the beginning of time.

it never evolved into a career for you, but having formed such a close bond with arthur, as well as the rest of the leclercs, you stuck around. you remained a close friend even after arthur was promoted to single seater racing and you never left karting, not until their father passed and you dedicated all of your time and effort to comforting the family and helping however you could. eventually, that evolved into you working for ferrari in pr and other various communications a year after charles signed to ferrari.

wherever a leclerc was, you were bound to follow.

which leads you to now, having landed in imola a few days before most of the team (including the drivers) to coordinate interviews, filming, photography… the list is endless sometimes, but you love your job. even more so when you’re given the privilege of briefing the drivers on what to expect for the day.

except for the fact that charles comes in and sits down without sparing you so much as a fleeting glance.

that’s how your suspicions had started— when he stopped looking you in the eye. it used to be you who was intimidated by eye contact, those green eyes of his never failing to make your cheeks heat up. but eventually you got over it, and one day you fixed him with a brave stare that left him unable to mask his surprise. and then he stopped looking at you. then the incoherent mumbling started, then the abrupt “i have to go” in the middle of a conversation. you never understood why he was acting the way he was. you still don’t.

“good morning, querida,” carlos greets you smoothly as he enters the room, and you swear you see charles’ brows furrow for a split second.

“good morning,” you smile at him, chancing a look at charles, who is still deeply engrossed in whatever’s on his phone. “there’s a decent amount of things i want to go over with you guys, so i really need you to pay attention.”

you went through the itinerary, pausing every now and then to make sure both drivers were paying attention. charles had shut off his phone, but he was still looking anywhere else but at you. when you caught his eye upon glancing upwards, he looked down at his lap like you had told him he massively screwed something up.

you’ve often thought about confronting him, but to be honest, you could never really come up with a solid reason to do so. if he didn’t want to look at you, that was more his problem than it was yours.

“okay, i think that’s all i have for—” you’re not even finished with your sentence before charles is uttering a hasty “thanks” and rushing out the door.

“you’d think he would’ve caved and told you by now,” carlos muses when the door clicks shut, shaking his head.

“told me what?”

“you know,” carlos begins, rising from his seat, “that he’s madly in love with you.”

“what?!” you exclaim.

“oh, dear,” he continues dryly. “did i say that out loud?”

“carlos sainz, so help me—”

“you’ll have to excuse me, i don’t want to be late to the media pen,” he interrupts, making to leave as well. “i suggest confronting him, that’s probably the only way to get him to talk.”

your opportunity comes after the free practice sessions the next day, where you manage to corner charles as he’s leaving his driver room.

“is it true? do you—” you want to say love me, but the words just won’t come out. they feel too intimate. “do you have feelings for me, charles?”

he opens his mouth, but you don’t give him the chance to respond. “you won’t look at me, you barely talk to me anymore, and it feels like you hate me. so honestly, just tell me anything other than saying you hate me.”

“i don’t hate you,” he says immediately. “not at all— why don’t you come in so we can talk? i don’t want to have this conversation knowing someone with a camera could come around the corner.”

fair point. you allow him to guide you into his driver room, watching as he shuts the door behind him.

“who told you?” he asks.

“carlos. in a weird, unnecessarily cryptic way.”

“classic carlos,” charles huffs, raking a hand through his hair.

“is it true?” you repeat quietly, beginning to fear his answer.

he looks at you. “what if it was?”

“charles—”

he interrupts you now. “i can’t look at you because every time i do i think about how much i want you. i look at you and i wish more than anything that i could hold you, kiss you, make you laugh. things just haven’t been the same since… since papa.”

you reach for his hand, squeezing it tightly in your own.

“and eventually i just couldn’t talk to you, because if i did, everything i want to say would come out… like it is right now,” he smiles shyly.

you never thought you could make charles leclerc shy.

“anyway, i like you. a lot.” he declares, taking on a confident tone. “i’ve had a crush on you for a while, and i’m sorry that it manifested as something else. i don’t expect you to forgive me.”

“maybe…” you begin slowly, watching his eyes light up. “maybe you could take me out.”

he smiles widely, squeezing your hand. “i think i can make that happen.”

“good. i’ll be waiting for your call.” you lean up, pressing a brave kiss to his cheek before exiting the room.

the blush creeping over his cheeks stays imprinted on your mind for the rest of the day. it won’t be the last time you see him that way.

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sweetnans · 2 days

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love me already

Pairing: f. reader/bakugo katsuki Summary: dual POV where mc is tired of waiting for Bakugo to be truth and confess his feelings for her. tw: none. Just fluff and chaos.

"Y'know, I think I'll just tell Bakugo I like him." You were drunk, and a sort sense of boldness invaded you all of a sudden.

"Girl, don't do that." Mina put his hands on your bare thigh from your skirt ridden up. "Wait till you sober up"

You were hanging with Mina after a month of not seeing each other, being pro heroes tide up your schedule so you were out of reach most of the time, only reachable by the phone. You had a blast of a night, went clubbing, and drank while dancing like old times.

"He's playing with my mind, I swear," the words spurred out of your system, and you felt like you might start to cry in any second. "He's always sending texts and asking if I'm hurt after a fight and-"

"Hey! He doesn't do that to me!" Mina whined, putting his left hand above his heart.

"Exactly! He's this obsessive fucker who thinks he's better than everyone else, always so cocky and he had me wrapped around his fingers with the details that I know he only do to me, so obnoxious" you let a sigh trying to come down from your despertarion but something made you see red again. "And yet he'd never confessed! I'm tired Mina what if he's just playing with me and doesn't want anything serious just fuck with me and hop to the next. Maybe he thinks I'm playing hard to get, and now I'm kind of a challenge to him, you know the bastard"

Now you were upset.

"Mmhm, just give him some time. He has had a crush on you since we were at UA" Mina bit his nails and poured another glass for you.

"Exactly, that's what everyone says! His mom, his dad even Midoriya who can't catch a fucking clue even if it's tingling in front of his eyes. If He thinks I'm going to wait forever for him to grow a pair of balls? He's got another thing coming. " You downed the entire glass, and Mina hurried to pour another.

...

"She haven't talked to me in an hour," Katsuki stated, folding some papers on his desk.

"Man, it's her night off duty, I heard Mina said that they were going out tonight," Kirishima made a spun in his chair. "Partying and doing girl's shit"

Bakugo hated staying in the office so late, but the papers were not going to fill themselves out. At least Kirishima was there with him, trying to calm him down, but doing a pretty bad job.

"I swear if Mina let her fall into a ditch again I'm going to-"

"For fuck sake, bro!" Kirishima rolled his eyes, almost disappearing in his skull. "It was one time! Let it go. She was fine and giggling like a mad woman when you went to her rescue"

"I just worry about her," he grunted. "I'm a hero, that's my work"

"Yeah, with civilians, but she's a real hero, y'know." Kirishima pushed. Not in the six years that he'd seen Bakugo after you, has he been able to get the real confession out of his mouth.

Bakugo checked his phone again. Nothing.

...

"I'm going to get up there and tell him that I'm done waiting for him"

You didn't know how you convinced Mina into your crazy idea, but now you were outside, in front of your apartment's lobby, waiting for a cab.

"Don't you think you need to reconsider, maybe? You're tipsy honey, what if he's not even there" Mina tried to talk to you out of it, but she knew better, you were stubborn as hell, the least she could do was following you and making sure that, this time, you didn't end up in a ditch.

"He's there, he told me," you stopped a cab lifting a finger and told the driver the direction.

The way to Katsuki's agency was a haze. You remember looking at Mina, her eyes closed, trying to rest before the chaos breaks loose.

"Do you know what you are going to say?" She mumbled with her eyes closed and grabbed your hand to reaffirm her company and her friendship.

You had no idea.

...

"This is taking ages," Kirishima complained, trying to read the papers and arrange them by dates. "Why can't we just shred them and pretend it didn't happen?"

"The TV broadcasted the fight, you dumbass"

Katsuki was tired too, but he needed to make and fill the reports before tomorrow morning.

"Did she answered you?" Kirishima asked.

It was a lame night. He was practically locked up with his best friend all alone in his office. He had a purpose, and that was making him confess his love for you.

"No," he briefly checked his phone again before returning his eyes to the files. "What if she's in a ditch?"

"She's not!" Kirishima raised his voice qhile laughing, and Katsuki only grunted in response. "So what's the deal with her? You still like her or what?"

"Who told you I liked her in the first place?" He was smug about his answer, not giving away any hint of his real feelings for you.

"C'mon, everybody knows," something dark flowed into Kirishima's mind. He felt like a child poking a mad dog with a stick. "At least in our class, I mean, I remember Todoroki showing interest in her once, and you completely beat him up in spared fight, and Mirio that time he gave her a flower from the patio, you were fuming I still remember the red shade of angry in the tips of your ears"

"Keep working"

That phrase only gave him more fuel to continue the poking the beast game.

"Man, why don't you just be truth to yourself? Like, is it that hard to accept the feelings you have for her? She's amazing, smart, beautiful, She's a beast on the field and has a great heart. What's the problem, Dynamight?

He touched a sensitive fiber using his hero name. He always bragged about being the best, bold and facing everything, and everybody who dared to get in his way, but he was acting like a real pussy with you.

"I'm scared I'm not good enough, you happy?" He was upset, and Kirishima was astonished with his confession. He expected an angry gremlin yelling at him for being so annoying, spurring out his confession between variabilities of insults, but he didn't expect his best friend, the know it all and do it all feeling like he wasn't enough.

"Not enough? Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately? Yeah, of course you have a shitty attitude, but you care for her. You're the main example of manliness. You are always taking care of her, giving her your attention, making time for taking her out of a ditch while you were patrolling, I mean, I would've left her there" Kirishima joked to make Bakugo less worried about himself. "I'm telling you man, you are it for her, but you gotta hurry the fuck up because what you see in her, everybody could see it too"

In the quietness of his office, full of papers with his best friend, giving shitty but quiet good advice, he realized that he needed to tell you his feelings, he couldn't wait anymore time.

...

You sobered up real quick. Having the massive building in front of you in the middle of a cold and freezing night, returned every sense that you needed in your body.

"You are doubting" Mina established.

"I'm freezing," you counterattacked. "Why didn't you tell me to put some jeans on?"

The dancing and the drinking made you feel hot and raised your temperature and you knew it, so you put on a skirt before going out without thinking you would come out of the house after coming from the club.

The lights were on, in the floor where Bakugo's office was situated. If you squinted your eyes, you could even see the shapes of Kirishima's and Bakugo's bodies through the glass. Or you were just still drunk.

"He won't be there forever, and you're going to catch a cold if you keep us waiting here for something to happen," Mina urged, hugging herself to keep the cold out.

"You're right, it's now or never," you said, walking determinated into the big glass doors to make yourself in.

With Mina behind you, you pushed the doors, and the guard glanced at you. He recognized you and Mina immediately, but you two put your credentials out just for safety. He gave you a nod and you continued your way to the elevator.

"Are you nervous?" Mina asked while you pressed the elevator button.

"Like shit." You watched the countdown in red numbers above the elevator doors. The elevator was in Bakugo's floor so no one was around.

The ding in the elevator startled you a little, and the turmoil in your stomach didn't make it any better. Mina pushed you through the open doors and pressed the button to Bakugo's floor.

...

"Thank god it's done." Kirishima was spining in his chair while Katsuki looked for his stuff to bring them home with him. "Are you ready to face your true feelings?"

Kirishima didn't drop the topic after the big confession and the great advice, he kept pushing his best friend and giving him ideas on how to tell you, some of them were good and some of them were trash, but Bakugo just listened and ignored at the same time.

"Shut the fuck up" Katsuki growled lowly stuffing his belonging into his black backpack.

"Isn't it romantic? Like, after all this time, you could just walk in with a bouquet of flowers and, wait no, walking? That's lame. What about a white horse? Yeah, that's manly. " Kirishima was hopeless, and even though Bakugo showed a scowl at his words he was actually having fun.

"No horses, but maybe a bouquet will be cool," he was making peace with his own feelings. At the end of the day, what was the worst that could happen?

...

"I think I'm going to pee, shit," you pressed your bladder, and Mina laughed at you.

"You can't be serious right now, we are halfway," she said while you danced funny in front of her.

"I'm sorry I process my emotions somatically," you started to feel cloudy, and your hands started to sweat.

"Hey, relax. He's so into you, maybe he'll stand like a rock for the first three seconds but then he will be all over you confessing, don't worry, and if I'm wrong you can always have Shindo"

You made a gag.

"I hate Shindo," you told her.

"But he follow you like a puppy," Mina imitated a cute puppy joining his hands under her chin and poked out her tongue.

The elevator stopped with a big thump, and you feared in a good way. You had your adrenaline up, and there were still remains of booze in your system to give you a boost.

"It's time, big girl." Mina patted your shoulder and gave you a little push.

...

Kirishima stretched himself, and Bakugo took his backpack, grabbing the zipper of a back pocket to fetch the keys of his office to close it.

He was busy looking for the keys when Kirishima started patting him in the arm repeatedly.

"What?" He told him tired and with heavy eyes. Kirishima's eyes were the exact opposite of him. They were big and surprised, looking at the other side of the glass doors of his office.

He followed Kirishima's look and stopped in you.

At first, he thought it was a kind of a mirage, then he thought that maybe he was more tired than he realized, and then he thought that maybe it was a villain whose quirk was morphing into peoples body's.

Every thought ended at the sound of your voice.

...

You walked through the hallway, practicing a speech of what you were going to say to him. You did it over and over, stumbling words in your own mind. You were there, physically and mentally, ready to take all your feelings for him out. You couldn't chicken out.

You saw his figure in the last office at the end of the hallway, body contouring to grab something from his backpack.

Kirishima was the first to notice you, his eyes wide open at the sight of you two walking in the middle of the night like you owned the place. He gave multiple pats to Bakugo's arm, and from afar, you could notice that he was tired.

Maybe your boldness wasn't the best thing to do at that moment.

You couldn't make your way out because he turned his gaze from the backpack to you in a second. By his look, you could see the gears in his brain moving to give some sort of explanation of what was happening in front of him.

He opened the door, forgetting completely that Kirishima was in his way. The red-haired boy pushed him a little, giving him courage, not caring that his best friend kinda kicked him, stumbling against him.

You two were in the same hallway looking face to face. Your two best friends a step back making themselves a crowd in what was about to happen.

"What are -" Katsuki started disoriented, looking for proof or a mark that you were injured or hurt.

"Shut up," you told him. Katsuki was very surprised at your determined tone.

"I'm liking this already," Kirishima muttered behind Katsuki, grinning like the Chesire cat.

The silence between the four of you was something that was eating your bones. It wasn't awkward, but it was heavy. You told him to shut up, but you weren't talking either, and you knew it. All the speech that you practiced before vanishing from your mind.

"Are you-

"Are you going to love me already!?"

You spoke at the same time, but your message was clear. Mina was right, Katsuki stood like he was made of stone, rigid, stoic, not even a muscle moving from your confession.

You sounded desperate. You blamed your thoughts, your desire to go pee, that you were at least fifteen percent still drunk and that you were freezing. You wanted to get over this chapter in your life, you didn't want to fool around any longer and for that you needed to know if Katsuki was on the same page as you.

"Oh my god," Mina said, holding his face with both hands.

"Shh," Kirishima silenced her. "This is better than the ditch episode"

You could tell that the booze in your system worn off just by waiting for Katsuki's response. The tic tac in your intern clock made it impossible to bear the silence.

"Are you going to say something, or are you going to stay there forever?" You hurried him, trying to hide the anxious feeling that you felt coming out of your voice.

...

Kirishima kicked Bakugo's heavy boots to take him out of his trance. It worked.

You always said to him that you were half witch, at least, always feeling before it happened. He wandered if this was one of those situations.

"I'm-

It was the first time that he felt speechless. He knew you from head to toe, and now he noticed that you were under the effects of alcohol but sounded sure about it. The way that you let it out was some kind of outburst from the time he took to process what he really felt about you. He knew he treated you differently. He liked spending time with you, and he found himself checking his phone very often, looking for a message from you. He was whipped.

He saw your bottom lip quivering, and he knew he had to do something.

...

It happened quickly.

First, you throwing your feelings at him like it was a ball of fire, then his eternal silence, and after that, your guts twisting inside of you, your throat closing, your nose pricking and your bottom lip trembling.

It was over for your fantasies with him.

Was it the worst-case scenario? Yes. Will you be able to get over it? Absolutely. Will the healing process hurt? Like hell.

You were weighing your options when the sound of heavy boots against the carpeted floor woke you up from your suffering.

He was a mere inch from you. Your body and his body were separated by a thin layer of air. You could feel the air coming out from his nose, hitting your forehead. He was tall, and you were almost the size of a elf.

"Never call me out about what I already do"

That's everything that came out of his mouth before joining his lips with yours in a feverish kiss. He wasn't gentle, but the way that he grabbed you by both sides of your face made you float in your spot.

You didn't have the time to process what he said or why he said that, forgetting what you said first, but ignoring the cheerful sounds coming from your friends mouth, you could only concentrate in his mouth moving against yours. Finally.

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viixenvi · 2 days

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𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 | 18+

Summary: You have been planning to steal some information from the Avengers compound. You successfully break in but what happens when the one person you never wanted to see again ends up catching you?

Characters: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Warnings: Torture, fighting, reader gets caught and tied up, heavy make-outs, slight flirting, some oral (Nat receiving), reader leaves Nat high and dry, villain fem!reader (Reader and Nat hate fuck whenever they catch each other guys)

This was not my best work, actually kinda bad and not proofread so forgive mistakes and like forgive me if it's bad I just had this idea weeks ago and decided to actually write it at 3 AM

Minors DNI

It was only a matter of time before you could escape. Sneaking into the Avengers compound was hard, it took weeks of planning and landing a job as a maid.

Stark was always hiring and it was just perfect when you got a call back that you had been selected for the job. Of course, this job came with risks to your plan. If you were suspected at all by any of the avengers you'd be finished. Which is exactly why you had a disguise.

Shape shifting was your specialty. It had just happened oneday, you woke up with powers of some sorts. You had no idea how to control them or how you even got them.

You were hoping this hard drive you were planning to take had the answers to some of your problems. You could only change your appearance, make others see you differently.

The only person you had to avoid at all costs was Natasha. She knew things about you that you hadn't told anyone else. You and her had a long history, one that you prefer not to think about. You had fought her previously, working with Loki. That went down hill fast and you managed to stay low since then.

Now you were definitely going to set off their radars. You have a plan though, you always have a plan.

"Can you get the lab too while you are at it?" Tony asks me as I mop the floor. I look up and nod, giving him a shy smile. He walks away, his phone in his hand.

Perfect excuse to be in his lab. You walk towards the lab, your heart racing. It was time, finally. You felt relieved, it was finally going to be over and you'd never have to see the avengers ever again.

"You are not authorized to enter this area." The voice startles you slightly. J.A.R.V.I.S was a pain to deal with.

"Mr. Stark asked me to mop the lab," You tell him. You hear nothing or a minute before the card scanner beeps with a green light and the doors click. That was surprisingly..easy?

This was too easy, you hesitate for a moment. You glance around the lab before your eyes land on a hard drive. It's the hard drive. No way Tony would just leave this out conveniently, not when he knew there was a chance it would be stolen by anyone.

But it's right there, and you don't think you have another chance. So you slowly walk up to the table, pretending to mop and swiping the drive off the table.

It swiftly makes the journey to your pocket and you walk out of the lab, leaving the mop on the floor. You have no idea how you can get out without at least being detected.

Stark was far from stupid, but your powers deceived him enough. Now all you had to do was fake an emergency and leave. You pick up the phone, pretending to get a call and panicking.

You find Steve in the living room, cleaning his shield off. "Can you please tell Mr. Stark I have to leave? There's a family emergency!" You spit out before he can really react. You are in the elevator as he says he will.

Something about the way he looked at you was confusing. He didn't even ask if everything was alright like you thought he would. If Steve was one thing, he was compassionate.

You knew they knew about your plans, or at least that you were there to steal the drive. As if on cue, the elevator doors open and Natasha is staring right at your face.

"Hello милый," her voice is sweet, just like how it used to be. You stand there for a moment, drinking in her features. You had spent the past weeks avoiding her and you never got the chance to really see her.

"Natasha, any chance you can let me go?" You say, one hand on the back of your neck as you laugh awkwardly. She tilts her head and raises an eyebrow. So it's a no.

Her fist raises to your face and you block it, swiping your leg under hers. She falls back and manages to flip onto her feet. You land a punch to her face, which angers her.

She kicks your stomach, causing you to stumble back. Before you can even think, she punches your face. You can feel the blood gushing out of your nose. You wipe it away with your hand while Natasha stands in front of you. She's focused on your face and movements.

You could tell she was analyzing you. You both hadn't fought each other in a while and it was obvious you were holding back. You couldn't get yourself to hurt her.

Natasha runs past you, jumping up off the wall and wrapping her legs around your neck. You pin her arms back and lean down, flipping her over in front of you. She breaks free from your grasp and jumps, spinning and kicking you directly in the face.

You fall over and close your eyes, consciousness barely hanging on. Natasha is a damn good fighter and you could admit it. Natasha hovers over you, pulling the drive out of your pocket.

"Some things don't change," She says just before you black out.

When you finally wake up, pain surges through your body. The familiar metallic taste of blood in your mouth reminds you of what happened.

You move to pull your hands free but it seems they cuffed you with some heavy metal cuffs. They definitely seem to be stopping your powers from being used. You are in a bedroom, which seems to be weird for the team as they have their own interrogation room and cells.

A figure comes into view and you know it's Natasha. "It's funny, you always end up in front of me bound by something," She chuckles. I sigh and close my eyes, the headache pounding in my head is not helping the pain.

"If you are going to kill me, just do it."

Natasha pulls her knife out, pushing the tip under my chin and lifting my head. "Aw, you wound me, baby."

"Don't call me that," You spit, clenching your jaw. You and Natasha always had a love-hate relationship. You were a villain and her job was to kill them.

"Tell me why you need the drive and maybe we can have a little fun," She whispers in your ear. You decide to play along, long enough for her to get you out of these cuffs.

"If I tell you, will you take these cuffs off?" You ask, giving her a defeated look.

"Yes."

"They paid me to take it, said there are plans on it they need. I didn't get any other information. I just know that they can kill me easily." Natasha sits on the chair across from you, spinning her knife in her hand.

"Who?"

"I have no idea. Some alien guy, he's weird looking," You tell her. You try to steady your heartbeat and avoid actions that will tell her you are lying.

Natasha seems to like this answer because she gets up and walks behind you. A moment later, the cuffs are no longer clasped on your hands.

You feel Natasha's hands on your shoulders, gliding down your arms. You almost shiver at her touch. You don't want to play into this, but she has given you no choice.

There's a smile on her face when you spin around, your hands on her waist. Your lips meet hers and the kiss is almost electric. Her lips are soft and you taste the cherry lipgloss.

She pushes you onto the bed but you flip over and get on top of her, unzipping her suit. Her belt is thrown onto the floor, not before you take something out of it.

"Fuck, I need you so bad," You whisper against the skin of her neck. You kiss down it, your warm lips sending shivers down her spine.

Her hands roam your body, pulling up your shirt. You stop her before she can fully take it off. "No, let me take care of your first, baby."

She pulls you into a kiss before you descend down her body, leaving trails of kisses. You pull the rest of the suit down to her ankles, kissing up her thigh.

You reach her lips, kissing them before spreading her legs and pushing your face close. Your tongue glides over her clit, circling it. Natasha moans, lifting her hips up and throwing her head back.

You wanted so badly to finish what you started, but you needed the drive and Natasha wasn't going to distract you again.

So you pull away, crawling on top of her and grabbing her face to kiss her. You carefully place a tazer disk on her nack and get off her before activating it.

Natasha gasps and falls unconscious from the tazer and you cover her up with a blanket. This was payback for the last time she caught you. This was your thing, always leaving the other wanting more. It kept up the attraction.

This time you may have gone too far, but your life depended on getting this drive and you didn't care what you did to get it.

You won this time.

#natasha romanoff #steve rogers #tony stark #natasha x reader #angst #x reader #viixenvi #natasha romanoff smut #natasha x you #black widow x reader #smut #kinda angsty #nat and reader have a complicated past #some smut

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Sterek fic recs: Fake Dating AU Edition

Because @oldefashioned requested a fake dating rec list, here it is. These are all very funny, as fake dating fics ought to be, so I hope you get a good laugh out of it.

1. Not Your Disney Romance by Wrennefer (Wrenegadeone)

After a long-forgotten agreement of an arranged marriage between Derek and the daughter of another pack's alpha resurfaces, Stiles takes it upon himself to become the most amazing fake fiancé that a clueless, desperate alpha werewolf could wish for.

Notes: Domestic pack, my beloved. Stiles and Derek are precious here, I LOVE THEM!! The visiting pack, not so much, but who cares about them?? It's all pretty lighthearted, all things considered. It's completed.

2. Electricity In the Contact by ladyblahblah

In which Derek has been invited to the Greater Pacific Northwest Alpha Symposium (that's not what it's called, Stiles, stop saying that), and showing up unattached would mean an arranged marriage. When the rest of the pack objects, he agrees to let Stiles come along to pose as his mate. Derek is reasonably sure that he's not going to make it out of this weekend alive.

Notes: Werewolf convention fics are so good! I actually haven't found all that many, considering how common a trope it is, and it's a tragedy because they're always so well done! This one is no exception, and the mini-world building is also great! It's completed.

3. can’t be hateful, gotta be grateful by HalfFizzbin

"Be cool, Dad, we've decided to con Grandma." (Or, the one where the Stilinski men drag Derek to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma's and she gets the right wrong idea.)

Notes: this one is just *cheff´s kiss* wonderful! It's all pretty domestic and the humor is on point. College student Stiles and the Sheriff are strong armed into spending Thanksgiving with Stiles' grandma, and they find nothing better than to bring Derek with them. Pining and misunderstandings ensue and thus comes the fake dating. It's completed.

4. Gravity’s Got Nothing on You by zosofi

“Three weeks,” Derek says. “Still don’t want to,” Stiles says. “I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. Alf’s Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half of Stiles’s tuition is coming from financial aid, so… “How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.“ “My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.” “A thousand,” Stiles says, because screw ethics. Also, the Hale family is loaded. Derek can deal.

Notes: this had such a chokehold on me when I first read it. Absolutely wonderful. Enemies to lovers?? Maybe. Assholes to assholes-in-love, is a better descriptor. There's werewolves, and magic, and it's awesome! It's completed.

5. He’s Not Mine by Sonnee

Derek comes home to find an abandoned werebaby on his front porch and Stiles volunteers to help him out. Surprisingly, that is just the beginning of his problems.

Notes: again, it's all very domestic, like most fake dating fics ought to be. It's a kid fic, Sterek are mates, we have all the love. Not much else I can think to add... it's completed.

6. Real life isn’t a movie (life doesn’t make narrative sense) by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie)

Somehow accidentally insulting a hot guy in a coffee shop leads to pretending to be his boyfriend in front of a house full of werewolves. Stiles Stilinski is living his best life and making the most of his Hallmark movie moment.

Notes: this one had me cracking up because it's so funny! Stiles is living his best life, for real. Derek... suffers. But it's okay, because he gets a boyfriend out of this whole thing! They are disgustingly sweet in that assholish way they have. It's completed.

7. You look like my next mistake by Vendelin

“So, are you dating someone new? Someone who doesn’t mind that you’re frigid?” Kate cocks her head to the side, smiling as though she just asked him about where he bought his shoes. His entire body sighs in defeat as his shoulders grow square. Just as he opens his mouth, someone comes up to stand beside him, snaking an arm around his shoulders. When he glances to his side, expecting to see Isaac, his brain seems to malfunction. Because it isn’t Isaac. It’s Stiles Stilinski, the lacrosse talent of the year, a senior who Derek has seen multiple times from far away, but never ever talked to. In which Derek is a nerd jock, and Stiles is a frat guy, and Derek falls for him even though he knows he shouldn't.

Notes: this one had me HOWLING it's so good!! Frat boy Stiles, my beloved. It's technically not fake dating because it turns into an actual relationship pretty quickly, but it starts as fake dating so I'll take it. Stiles is an absolute sweetheart in this one, I love him! And Derek is shy, and insecure, but he's so great, and everyone gets a happy ending except Kate, which is always a good thing. It's completed.

8. All’s Fair In Orgasms and War by bleepobleep

AVN BREAKING NEWS-- DIAMOND VISTA RIDGE BREAKS HIS CONTRACT WITH HALE HOUSE "We haven't seen much of our favorite rock hard stud from Hale House ever since that indie twink dethroned him as champion in Orgasm Wars, but it's just been confirmed that Diamond will no longer be working for the legendary studio famous for producing some of our favorite werewolf-on-human works. Don't fret, Diamond fans, it looks like he's been spotted cozying up to True Alpha Studios! Apparently he couldn't get enough of that one human and then followed him home. Could it be true love? Keep your eye on this studio-- us at AVN think we're about to get a lot more of Diamond in a very new way!" ~ The one in which (almost) everyone is a porn star, and Derek just wants to curl up with his fluffy blanket and watch the Hallmark channel, but work and falling in love gets in the way.

Notes: okay but is this fake dating? Maaaaaybe. It's kinda complicated. Basically everyone here is a porn star and the pack has this studio where they cater to werewolves and have a whole thing about established relationships, which is where the fake dating comes up. It's surprisingly very fluffy, considering this is a porn au, and Derek is the softest goober in this one. Stiles is completely enamoured. It's completed.

9. Wanted from the You Are series by Asterekmess (Livinginfiction)

With the Hale pack finally settled and safe, it only makes sense that something would happen to screw it all up. To top it all off, Stiles has to pretend to be Derek's mate, or face a pack of angry Alphas. He's doomed.

Notes: Alright so this series is wonderful. The world building done for the Alpha pack is also great, and that's the center of the second part (which has the fake dating). I do recommend reading the first part before jumping on to Wanted because it is a direct continuation. Also, it's an amazing au! It's completed.

10. For Love is Not Ours to Command by weathervaanes

Where Derek's skills at thinking on his feet mean that he and Stiles have to act. For the sake of Stiles' dad, of course, for the sake of the pack. No personal interest interference at all, whatsoever. Right. -0- “Why does my dad say that you and your boyfriend are a bad influence on me?” “What?” “Yeah, what boyfriend? Dude, you are not allowed to not tell me crap like this. You didn't think I'd like be a douchebag or something. Right?” “No, wait, what? I have no boyfriend.” “He says you were with him at the police station.” Stiles blinks. “Uhm. Oh shit.”

Notes: Stiles just wanted to find dirt on Raphael McCall to blackmail him. Somehow, he got himself a whole ass boyfriend. It's complicated. That's it, that's the fic. It's completed.

11. Stiles Stilinski, Boyfriend Extraordinaire by MareLoup

“Beacon County Sheriff's Department, this is deputy Mahealani speaking.” “Oh thank god!” “Stiles?” “I, uh, I need some advice.” “Advice?” “Yeah. So, hypothetically, say you met your boyfriend’s mother and sister for the first time ever. Completely by accident. In the grocery store. And they convinced you to help them make a dinner to surprise aforementioned boyfriend when he got home after work. What would you do?” Danny paused, and then, “Stiles, you don’t have a boyfriend.” “That’s not the point! And I said hypothetically.” “Stiles...what are you doing right now?” *** Stiles never imagined he’d be in Derek’s kitchen cooking a surprise dinner with Derek’s family while they waited for Derek to get home from work. Partly because their visit was a complete surprise. But mostly because Stiles didn’t have a boyfriend. Or even know who Derek was. But he’d already come this far and Papa didn’t raise no quitter!

Notes: this is to date one of my favorite Sterek fics. I laughed so much while reading this, I'm not even joking. The whole thing is a comedy of errors gone right. Stiles somehow finds himself pretending to be Derek's boyfriend, only he has no idea who Derek even is and why his family knows Stiles at all. His inner monologue is one of the funniest I've read, and his slow descent into (good natured) madness is wonderful. It's completed.

12. Love Like An Ache In The Jaw by Anonymous

“So let me get this straight,” The sheriff massages his temples, “You found a magic book, and performed a magic spell that has backfired and magically bound you to Derek Hale, rendering you both in agony if you’re not in the same room.” Derek and Stiles exchange a look. “Um. Yes.” Stiles says sheepishly. “Right. And just to be clear, when we’re talking agony… exactly how agonizing is the agony?” Derek clears his throat. “Sir, I’ve had a pole stabbed through my chest and held there for an hour. This was… similar.” - In which boredom, magic and dumbassery come together to produce a Christmas miracle slash disaster. Oh, and Stiles' grandmother who knows absolutely nothing about the supernatural happens to be in town. Oops.

Notes: another hilarious one. Stiles does Stiles things and ends up magically bound to Derek. No one is amused except Stiles' grandmother, who's having the time of her life, here. It's completed!

#fake dating #fake dating aus are great #and sterek has this natural chemistry that makes it even better #derek hale #stiles stilinski #fic recs #fic rec #sterek #sterek fic recs #eternal sterek #eternalsterek #teen wolf #ao3

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Cora was one of, but not the toughest little girl I ever had to train. She fought me tooth and nail, and she did not want to be a baby and honestly I really enjoyed it, I was actually sad when I finally broke her, even though I knew she would become a Babygirl eventually, part of me was routing for her.

She was 18 and had dropped out of school when she was 16 and run off with some guy who according to her parents was a hoodlum.

She kept telling me they were in love and she had a good life with him. Supposedly, they had a home, and both had good jobs and had plans for the future. I don't know if any of it was true or not , but I had been hired to do a job.

Her parents had told me they wanted their baby girl back, they were tired of this rebellious teenager who refused to listen to them and was ruining her life.

When she arrived, she was dressed in a nice business suit. I had ordered her to take it off, but she refused. I had to forcibly take it off her myself. She had on a nice bra and a thong underneath. I told how inappropriate a thong was for a baby girl. She stood defiant and said I am no one's Babygirl !"

I cut the bra and panties off her, and she stood there naked. Then it was a trip over my lap and a spanking till she cried like a baby. When I told her to get on the changing table in the nursery, she refused. I then spanked her again, but this time with the paddle. I told her to get on the changing table again, and still she refused.

So I lifted her up and put her on the changing table, and tied her down. I then injected her with a syringe filled with a serum that would make her weak, It took away her bladder and bowel control, and it made her mind a bit fuzzy.

I dressed her in a very thick diaper and a pretty little yellow dress. I strapped a pacifier gag in her mouth. I put her hair in pigtails and cute little bows. She tried to talk, but all that came out were muffled whimpers.

I told her she was now a baby, and when I was done with her, she would be happy and obedient. I then untied her and lowered her to the floor. She tried to get up, but her body was too weak. She kept trying to stand up and failing. I heard muffled words of anger from behind the pacifier gag, I couldn't understand exactly what she was saying, but I was pretty sure if I could have, she would have been getting another Spanking and her mouth washed out with soap.

I walked over to her and stood above her. She looked up, and she still looked defiant, but I could see a little fear in her eyes. Follow me, I said and started walking. I heard a loud muffled scream, and I looked at her and said crawl ! She looked at me and crossed her arms, giving a mean look. I have a yummy dinner for you in the kitchen. You can come in and eat, or we can go to level 3 on the Spanking chart! Personally, I hope you chose the Spanking, I really this one, I said to her in a mocking tone.

I stood there for a moment watching her think. She had 2 choices, and she knew as well as I did she didn't want a 3rd Spanking so soon after the 2 she had just got. I watched as she started crawling to me, I decided to rub it in. "That's a good girl, I said . Come to Dada, it's time for yum yums, I am so proud of you crawling all on your own. I saw the humiliation on her face and knew it was another victory for me.

It is very important that I never let it show on my face that I know it's a victory for me, but instead, I have to praise them and act like what they did was so good and I am so proud of them. At first, that praise will anger and humiliate them, but in time, they will crave it and believe it.

When we got to the kitchen, I picked Cora up and put her in a highchair, I put a strap around her waist and tied her arms and legs to the highchair. I then brought over 12 jars of baby food. Each jar was a different flavor. I looked at Cora, and I said, "Babygirl, I am going to take the pacifier out of your mouth. Now I know you are going to want to yell and say all sorts of mean nasty things, instead of eating your yum yums, but all that is going to happen is you will eat this food either way, one way you will take a nap in the crib after and the other is you will say naughty things and be punished. It's your choice, "I said and unstraped the pacifier gag.

As soon as the pacifier was out, she started, "How dare you inject me with drugs. I want out of this highchair now. I am not your baby. You sick, twisted piece of... I slammed my hand down on the highchair tray and told her you have already earned yourself a level 3 spanking and a bottom punishment, If you curse, I promise you it will not be worth it. She looked me in the face and said F*#k you, you peice of sh!t I will do whatever I want, and you are the one who will be getting punished."" I honestly felt bad for her, but I did warn her, and this is my job.

I looked at her and said, "Feel free to run your mouth," because after the punishment you have earned, I will not add any more punishment to you tonight. You will not be the same after tonight, that I promise.

I then opened a jar of baby food and held the food up to her mouth. Of course, she refused to eat. I took out this wire face feeding assister. It has a strap that goes on the back of the head with wires that have plastic pieces that go in the nose so she can't breathe through her nose. It then has a chin gaurd that makes it difficult to close your mouth. This way, she can only breathe through her mouth. She is able to close her mouth again, but it is difficult and takes a few seconds. I then proceeded to feed her only the less desirable flavors. Beets and liver, she really hated, but I made sure she ate all of it. She looked very cute with her messy face and bib. I cleaned her up and told her it was punishment time.

I had her crawling behind me , I had told her it would not be a good idea to upset me while we were doing this. When we got to the room, she watched as I unlocked the doors. Before I opened it, I looked at her and said if you behave after this, you may never have to enter this room again. I picked her up and held her close to me.

As soon as we got in the room, her eyes went wide, and she started wiggling and trying to get free. With our size difference, she would not have had a chance of getting away on her best day, but with the serum at full effect still she barely bothered me. She looked around at what was basically a modern-day dungeon.

I walked her over to a bench and strapped her in. The bench put her head to the floor, her bottom up in the air, and her legs spread with her knees on the floor. I picked up a paddle with metal studs on it and showed it to her. She was scared now, and it showed, but she tried to hide it. Whap whap whap, her face was red, and tears were in her eyes, but she was fighting to not cry. Whap Whap Whap I continued and gave her ten more. She was crying now but still trying to stay strong. Whap Whap Whap I was giving her 10 more, and at 7, I heard I say OK, please enough. I learned my lesson. I continued and finished the 10.

I then asked her what you say? She said I am sorry I learned my lesson." What is that, I asked her? She was thinking and then said I should listen to you. That's part of it, I said and spanked her hard 10 more times. I heard her really start crying, then whap whap, and I spanked her 10 more times. Now she was crying like a baby and she kept saying she was sorry. Whap Whap five more times. I then looked at her and told her I will give you a clue of what I am looking for. Call me Daddy and promise to be a good little Babygirl.

She was almost ready to give in, but her pride was holding on. 10 more spanks with paddle, and she was crying, begging, and promising "Daddy I will be a good little Baby". She promised over and over.

I spanked her one time hard and asked, "What are you, Cora? A baby she cried, I knew it hurt her to admit it, WHAP and who am I ? I asked. Daddy, she said you are Daddy. Who makes the rules, and who do you obey? Daddy Daddy Daddy, I obey Daddy!

Are you sure I asked and gave her 2 hard spanks. She cried yes, yes, I am sure Daddy. OK, how you handle your next punishment. I will determine if we are done spanking tonight or if I give you another spanking just like that, but starting from the beginning. I could hear her wimper "no please no." What was that, Babygirl? Did you have something to say to me? Did you want to curse at me? Threaten me? You had a lot to say earlier, but you are not saying a lot now, I warned you, didn't I? I bet you will listen to Daddy in the future, won't you? I just heard her crying, and I picked up the paddle and smacked her bottom hard. I expect an answer. Child, I yelled at her. I am sorry Dada, please, please, please, I will be good, please. I am so sorry. Will you listen? I asked her firmly, holding up the paddle. Yes, Dada, I will always listen.

OK, now let's finish your punishment, I took out a large bulb, I lubed up her bottom and pushed it in, she cried and whimpered but she didn't dare speak. I quickly started upstrapping her as this bulb would be dissolving quickly, and it would take away any bowel control she had for 48 to 72 hours. Then the diaper I put on her was very thick, and it would last overnight, and then some, it was also very cute and Babyish.

I brought her over to a special crib. It looked very scary, but it was basically a regular crib, with just a few additions. I put Cora on her back and told her to lay still. All she had on was her big puffy overnight diaper. I put a strap across her stomach, holding her down tightly and pushing on her stomach. Next it was her hands and feet strapping her down in an X shape in the crib.

I looked down at her. Much of the fight was gone from her , but not all of it. I then took a pacifier gag from the top on the crib and put it in her mouth, and strapped it on. This is for your potty mouth, I told her. Do you see this tube attached to the back of the pacifier? Cora nods yes. This will be dripping a nasty tasting mixture of soap and water in your mouth all night, and it will take a few days to go away after. But I want you to understand that any time you ever curse, you will get this again. But of course you want to be a good little Diaper baby for me from now on, don't you? I could see the little bit of fire still in your eyes, and I said again. DON'T YOU? Cora nods yes in fear.

The next morning, I walked into the room. It had been 10 hours since I left her there all alone and she actually looked happy to see me. I started taking off the pacifier gag, and I looked at her in her eyes and asked, "Are you going to talk like a good Babygirl or should I leave this on for the day? She shook her head. Are you not going to be a good girl? I asked, and she started nodding. So I should leave it on? She started shaking her head. I knew what she meant, but I wanted her to learn, and I do enjoy teasing her. Here, let me take this off, and you tell me what you want to say. As soon as it was off, Cora was like, "Me be a good girl. I promise, please, me will be so good"

I then looked down at her. She was still strapped like an X, and her super thick diaper was very full.

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I’M LOST IN TRANSLATION, COULD I NEED YOU THIS MUCH? | CHAPTER ONE - ROADTRIPS WITH DUSTIN HENDERSON.

CHAPTER WARNINGS; does not follow the events of ST, there’s nothing really to label as a warning this chapter honestly, maybe keith though???, dustin being nosey ???, eddie being a bit snappy, but other than that, nothing!

an; chapter one is here! i hope you all enjoy this and im super excited to start doing CRAZY angst in this series. so buckle up!

CHAPTER LIST | PROLOGUE | CHAPTER TWO.

Eddie’s sneaker is making a slight squeaky noise in the waiting lobby of the Hawkin’s State Penitentiary. There’s a woman who has chunky frame glasses and annoyingly chews gum behind the chunky computer - the mouse clicks annoyingly under the polished, red coffin nails.

Eddie chews at the loose skin around his nail as he stares at her and he can feel a small eye twitch as he watches her. He’s beginning to grow annoyed because his break is almost up and she’s taking her sweet, sweet time. He’s still yet to eat.

“Does this take all day? Or…” His brows lift and he lets out a small, agitated laugh. “Or are you just trying to waste my time?”

He doesn’t mean to snap. The woman behind the plexiglass only lifts a brow and her eyes cut over towards him. She says nothing in response, only going back to the clacking of the keyboard. Eddie wants to scream.

He can’t lose this job - an ‘actual’ job - because it’s helping Wayne with the bills and he’s aware that the old man is appreciative of what he’s been putting forward to the bills and the groceries.

Playing around in sales was fun, but he knows that it can’t go on forever and he wasn’t really making any money anymore since he graduated and all the popular, rich kids went off to their ivy league colleges.

He’s also been putting cash on his father’s books - nothing too much for the man to keep expecting it will continue. He’s still yet to face his father and actually have a conversation. But putting money on his books is sort of like a conversation - right?

It’s like, ‘here. Thinking of you. Get you some cigarettes. Or a Honey Bun. Or whatever.’

He’s not even sure if Alan knows that it’s Eddie sending the money. For all he knows, it could be Wayne sending the cash to get him whatever he wanted.

“You’re all set.”

Blinking, he stares at the lady with a crunchy perm. “It took that-”

“Computers are slow.”

“You could’ve told me that instead of me just wasting time standing here,” He scoffs. “I also have a job as well.”

“Then you should’ve come on your day off.” She fires back. The printer behind her spits out a freshly printed copy that she pulls from the tray.

“I don’t have a day off this week,” He mocks her voice and her cheeks turn a pink shade. “If I’m fired because of you,” He points at her. “Then I’m suing.”

He wouldn’t actually sue.

And he wouldn’t be saying all this either because Eddie is nice, despite what others might think. He’s always nice to others while they’re working because he knows what it’s like to have someone down your throat constantly for something you can’t handle.

But some people (example - woman behind the counter) doesn’t have the decency to be as nice. When he stepped in, he smiled, she never smiled back.

Speaking as nicely as possible, she seemed far away. Eddie tried to make excuses for the woman - maybe something was going on at home and she wasn’t 100 percent today. But she’s always been like that.

Today was the final straw.

He doesn’t let her say anything back to his commentary, he doesn’t have the time. He walks out quickly and towards the van that he had parked up front. Slipping in, he’s slamming the door and rubbing at his forehead.

He doesn’t have time to sit and think about how long and irritating everything was. His hand shoots down and starts the engine and he quickly buckles because he’s about to burn rubber.

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It’s fifteen minutes past his break when his tires squeal on the pavement from turning into a parking space too fast. The small yell he lets out is behind gritted teeth and it sort of makes him wince from the vibration.

He’s fumbling to kill the engine and unbuckle all at the same time. He makes it work, somehow, and he’s gripping the green vest in his passenger seat, hopping out and quickly jogging towards the entrance door of Family Video.

Being the gentleman he was, he allows a customer to walk in before him - not to say he wasn’t snapping his fingers discreetly beside his thigh, maybe they just thought it was a tic and hopefully the strained smile he gives off is anything besides that, strained and worried.

The girl looks at him weird and a boy comes up from behind her, a hand squeezing at her shoulder as he leads her in. Eddie rolls his eyes, stepping inside and sees Steve and Robin.

And a fuming boss named Keith.

A man who smelled of cheeto dust and flirted with every pretty girl that stepped into his workplace. Eddie always felt awkward around the man, but even more so when he was the only one on the shift and Keith came in and stayed until Eddie closed the store.

“Munson,” He starts, arms crossing over his chest. He tries to seem tougher than he actually is, everyone lets him believe it. “You’re fifteen, almost twenty, minutes past your lunch break.”

Eddie stares at him and suddenly he feels like he’s in school again being scolded like he always has been. He clears his throat and gives a small smile as he walks towards the register. “I had an urgent thing come up. Sorry, Keith.”

A palm is lifted and Eddie stumbles into a stop so he doesn’t run into the clammy thing. “You’re fired.”

“What? No, Keith, I need this job. It won’t happen again,” Eddie had never pleaded for a job before, this is the first one he ever pleaded to stay and he feels weird doing it - especially when he knows there’s a Now Hiring sign at a local pizza place around the corner.

But the smell of grease and cheese everyday doesn’t sound to nice at the moment and he’s grateful more people are able to handle it so he can eat the delicious-

He’s hungry.

His stomach grumbles and Keith’s eyes look down at his stomach when he hears the sound before looking back at Eddie’s face. “Did you even eat?”

“I told you,” Eddie huffs. “I had something urgent to take care of - I was trying to rush. Please, it won’t happen again. I promise. If it does… then you can fire me.”

He wants to smack himself because he knows it probably will happen again.

Keith sighs and looks at Steve who quickly looks away, as if he wasn’t listening, whistling a small tune. Robin drops a tape when his beady eyes cut over to her.

He then sighs. “One,” He holds up a finger. “more chance. That’s it. Don’t let it happen again.” He walks around the counter causing Eddie to lean against the outer edge of the counter, watching him walk out of the store.

Eddie shakes his head, running a hand through his hair as he steps behind the register.

“Dude, what happened? Where were you?” Steve’s even more nosey now, especially since Keith just left and he doesn’t have to ‘tone it down’ as Keith had told him too before.

Eddie rings up a girl who had been waiting a while in line, ignoring Steve for the time being. Waiting till she’s out of earshot, he turns and leans against the counter with his arms crossed. Robin comes up and places the remaining tapes.

“Nothing. I got stuck in traffic.” Eddie didn’t want the two to know about what he actually does every second Thursday of the month because he doesn’t know what they’d think about him giving money to a criminal who didn’t deserve it.

Steve’s brows lift, head tilting. “Where did you go?”

“Because you obviously didn’t eat anything,” Robin points out when she hears the grumble of Eddie’s stomach again. He mutters below his breath. “Your stomach has been rumbly-tumbling for the past ten minutes.”

“Okay, Pooh,” Eddie scoffs, turning down and leaning on his elbow instead of letting the hard wood poke into his skin. “I just went on a drive is all. I wasn’t hungry at the moment. Now, where are the tapes that I need to reverse?”

Steve sighs and points towards the EMPLOYEE’S ONLY door that had chipping green paint around the golden doorknob. Eddie clicks his tongue and does finger guns before walking towards the door. He steps in and spots a single Honey Bun on the desk - and it’s one of the iced ones.

Puckering his lips in thought, he turns his head and glances over his shoulder. He hums to himself and shuts the door quietly before walking towards the desk and grabs the sweet treat and when he opens the plastic, his eyes shut and a groan breaks free from his throat. He can feel the stickiness around his mouth when he takes a big bite.

“Good God…” It’s muffled against the food and he takes another bite before chewing. If anyone walks in at this moment, he’s sure he’d cower like a wild animal while hunching his back and hiding the Honey Bun. He chuckles at the imagery.

Sitting down, he tilts his head back as he chews. It’s not necessarily safe, but he can’t find it in himself to care at the moment.

Once he finishes, he lets out a heavy sigh before wadding up the trash as he sits up and tosses it into the trash. Reaching for the phone, he dials a number.

“Hello?”

He grins. “Henderson, what are you doing tonight?”

“Uh, nothing. Why?”

“Pack a bag. You and I are going on a little road trip tonight.”

“Why didn’t you call me earlier?”

Why is everyone wanting to know his business? “Because I was busy, Dustin. Do you want to go on a road trip or not?”

“Okay, okay. Jesus, take a chill pill, dude. What time?”

Eddie leans back into the chair and it creeeaks slightly and he turns as he looks at the clock. It’s currently 3:15 and he still has two more hours to go at least, then he has to pack.

“Just to be on the safe side, give me til seven,” There’s a small sigh on the other end. “Hey…I’m not forcing you to go if you don’t wanna, just thought you’d wanna go. Buuuuut, if you don’t want to see what I have in store, that’s fine.”

It’s quiet for a moment before Dustin finally replies. “Fine. I’ll see you at seven. Wake me up when you get here.” The line goes dead and Eddie grins, dropping the phone back into the receiver.

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Dustin is grumpy when Eddie wakes him up but a smile breaks out when he notices the snacks that Eddie had bought him - plus a slushee.

His mouth is all blue and he watches the You’re leaving Hawkins sign pass by in a blur and he’s looking over at Eddie. Water drips down the cup slowly and splashes onto his pants. “Where are we going anyway?”

Eddie’s blood red lips pucker as his eyes stay on the road. If he looks at Dustin, he knows the kid will immediately sort of figure out maybe why he suddenly decided to do an impromptu trip away from Hawkins.

“Just needed to get away,” He shrugs. It’s not a lie. And every so often, it’s nice to get away from a place you’re living in. Eddie never considered Hawkins a home, per se, he only stays because of the people he’s grown with over time into the person he is now. “Thought it might be nice to take someone with me.”

Dustin narrows his eyes and slowly slips his cup back into the holder. He doesn’t believe that’s the only reason Eddie took this trip, but nonetheless, Dustin doesn’t pry because he doesn’t want to be tense the whole way there if Eddie spills something he’s not comfortable with spilling just yet.

“Thanks for inviting me. My car isn’t looking too well so I have no way to go out of town if I wanted to.” Dustin looks out the window again.

Eddie glances towards him and his mouth drops into a frown. “I can take a look at it once we get back.”

Dustin looks back at him quickly. “Really? You’d do that for me?”

Eddie nods. “Yeah. I’d help you with anything.” He reaches over and playfully messes up Dustin’s hair. Dustin lets out a small laugh, slapping his hand away.

“Thanks, Eddie.”

“No problem, Henderson.”

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𖡡 AGUSTA, INDIANA

Eddie parks in an empty parking space and glances over at Dustin. His breath fogs up the window and his hat had fallen to the floorboard. Eddie quietly reaches over and grabs it and places it on the dashboard before looking out his window.

Across from where he parked at some janky motel that was cheap enough for a night was where he had come two weeks ago for that concert and yet, he couldn’t get you off his mind.

It’s closed for right now, but Eddie plans to take Dustin inside tomorrow and let him play for however long he wanted. He saved up enough. Sliding out quietly, he stretches out his limbs and walks into the lobby.

It only takes a second, since only truck drivers who pass through, pay and get keys. Eddie decides to take the bags into the room, clean up the trash before waking Dustin.

“What time is it?” He mumbles, eyes looking around as he wipes at the slobber.

Eddie blows out some smoke to the side and holds out the keys for him to take. “Two in the morning. Go lie down. I’ll be in, in a minute.”

Dustin slips out of the van, walking towards the door - or stumbling in a sleepy haze. The door slams once he’s inside and Eddie turns as he shakes his head. He stares at the building.

He’s not exactly sure if you’re even working tomorrow, or if you’ll remember him. He’s hoping you will, especially if you said you were going to look for him at the concert next month.

He’s not even sure what he’s going to say.

‘Oh, I was passing through! Wanted to say hey!’

That could work. You don’t know where he’s from technically, that you’re two hours away from where he lives. You don’t have to know that this was all a planned trip.

So that’s what he’ll do. He’ll say he was passing through and wanted to make sure no boys were messing with you.

He nods to himself and lifts his foot up to press the end of the cigarette into the bottom of his boot. He walks around his van and walks towards the room before stepping inside and locking the door.

He notices Dustin didn’t even have the energy to kick off his shoes or pull the covers up. Eddie shakes his head, walking over and pulling off each shoe carefully and dropping them by the nightstand. He pulls up the covers before turning off the lamp.

Walking around, he kicks off his own shoes before falling down. Curls spread around his head and he lets out a small sigh as he reaches over and turns off the lamp by his bed.

Eddie is quick to fall into a deep sleep.

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Dustin stumbles when a kid runs past him with a long line of tickets. “You drove me…here? To play arcade games?”

Eddie’s looking around, attention elsewhere. “Mhm. Yeah, bud.”

Dustin gives him a look before looking around as well. It’s been awhile since he’s been to an arcade and this one is nice so he isn’t going to complain.

Eddie pats Dustin’s shoulder. “You go look around, I’ll go get you some coins.” He points to the coin machine. Dustin nods and parts from Eddie.

Eddie turns and looks at the register. And you’re behind it, handing some kid a gel bracelet that they’ll probably snap, but you’re all smiles - he believes you could probably convince him to get one.

He glances over his shoulder and notices Dustin is further down the line of games before he decides to stand behind the kid and his mother.

“Thank you for playing! Have a wonderful day,” You wave at the kid before they turn and leave the arcade. Eddie steps up. “Hi, can I-” Your brow lifts slightly. “Weren’t you here two weeks ago?”

He chuckles and waves awkwardly. “That’s me. Almost got a good fight in,” You smirk a bit and nod. “Eddie,” He reminds you, even if you didn’t ask. “Uh, anyway. I was about to get some coins and saw you, wanted to say hello.”

“And make sure no one was bothering me, hm?” You’re only teasing, but Eddie finds himself nodding.

“Eddie! Where are the coins?!”

Eddie turns to look at Dustin before looking back at you. “I wanted to bring my little brother to play,” Dustin blinks, lips opening to speak up. “But, I won’t bother you any longer. Bye!” Eddie is pushing Dustin up front and towards the coin machine, fumbling in his wallet for a twenty.

“Little brother?” Dustin whispers to Eddie. “That’s the best you could come up with?” The back of his hand swats at Eddie’s shoulder.

“Hey! Don’t…Don’t do that. Don’t speculate anything.”

“Who said I was speculating? I never insinuated myself of speculating anything. Unless there is something you’d like to tell me that I should speculate about.” Dustin grins.

Eddie rolls his eyes and takes a cup from the top of the machine, dumping the coins inside before shoving them into Dustin’s chest. “Go play and bother someone else.”

“Shouldn’t have invited meeee.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and follows behind Dustin. He glances over his shoulder at the register, stopping in his tracks. There’s a tall guy near the edge of the counter - real douchey looking - with a nice tucked in shirt into some blue jeans and perfectly styled hair.

Your hand intertwines with his after someone else takes your spot and you emerge from the back before exiting the arcade.

“Ouch.”

He flinches and looks over at Dustin with a narrowed look. The young boy is quick to hold his hands up in mock surrender. “Don’t shoot me down with a look, sir.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Go play.” He wants to sulk in peace.

[ this story is based on my ‘truck driver!eddie au’ which you can find HERE. ]

— @joshlmbrt 2024

🕹️ thanks for reading! comments, reblogs, feedback, & requests are always welcomed, encouraged, & deeply appreciated!

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We Search For Stolen Personhood - You’re Scared

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cw: pet whump, box boy universe/bbu adjacent, Institutionalized slavery, past abuse, conditioned whumpees

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He was trembling. He was not supposed to tremble, to quiver, to anything of the sort. Guard dogs - attack dogs, whatever he was anymore - don’t do that.

But he couldn’t help it.

Everything was a blur. He let fall a quivering breath, chest heaving in and out as he clenched and unclenched his clammy fingers over and over, harder and harder. Sensations pounded like rocks to his head, spinning him in circles with sickly dizziness, even if he couldn’t recall ever hitting his head on anything. He was sweating, body full to the brim with heat that spilled out in juice, even when the air was a stale chill.

He clung to his companion, the two of them shoved firm into a corner instead of the bunkbeds the woman had directed them to, refusing to allow him any give inside of his restricting embrace. Prince whined, animalistic and gratting, attempting to wriggle out from his never ending grip, but Mutt couldn’t let him go. He couldn’t.

What if they hurt him?

They would, they would, they would, everyone else is bad and only master is good.

Mutt couldn’t forgive himself if they did. No one could hurt Prince except for his master, as much as he hated Prince being hurt at all, that privilege was reserved to him and only him, and those were the rules. It was Mutt’s job to enforce those rules like the good, so obedient dog he was, to protect Prince at the expense of his own safety.

He… he was a good dog, wasn’t he?

Alas, the lines of his expression were scrunched with fear, his face stuck between the nape of Prince’s neck, and several times now he’d been forced to choke away an oncoming, lingering wave of emotions, something he wasn’t supposed to have.

He could nearly feel the burn of his collar, see the dreaded remote pressed between Handler Brooks’ fingers.

Show no weakness, ‘520, ain’t that right?

Fix it.

“Show no weakness,” He whispered to himself, shoving away feelings back into the drowning abyss that was his belly, evening his face to placid emptiness. “Show no weakness.”

“Squee- Squeezing-,” Prince gasped, hand pushing off his chest, a desperate and pitiful try for air.

Mutt weakened his grip on instant, allowing Prince to collapse in a heave of a breath. He hadn’t even realized he was clutching tighter. “S- sorry. So sorry, ‘m so sorry.” Mutt apologized profusely, so very pathetically, so very soft and kind. How could he not behave so to Prince?

“‘S okay.” His legs tightened around Mutt’s abdomen, as well did the hold around his neck. He was scared too, and there was nothing Mutt could do to stop it beside hold him, and Prince the same.

“H- hi.”

He whipped up to the door, wide open and leaking a path of light throughout the room, and Prince’s hair tickled his throat as he turned to gaze as well.

There a woman stood, shaded by the brightness flooding in from behind her, hands held up before her front in a gesture that said I’m innocent. “I won’t come any closer. If you don’t want me to.” She mumbled, gravel seeping into the edges of her words, a natural rasp that stuck to her voice even when quiet.

Mutt paused, swallowing, and after a moment dared to shake his head, a movement so weak it almost went unnoticed. He’d never shook his head before, only nodded in acceptance, as it was practically the same as saying no, and pets don’t say no.

“I just… um,” she started, studying them with uneasy fascination, “You’re scared, aren’t… aren’t you?”

No response. He didn’t know what to say. Show no weakness, the little voice in his mind that sounded exactly like his handler - only warped - told him, over and over again, keeping him perfectly silent.

But he was scared.

He had always been infected with an overbearing sore of sensitivity, a weakness, never truly fit for his designation, for the title he got to wear.

But he was good at pretending.

My champion.

“You don’t know what’s going on.” It wasn’t a question, but rather statement of knowing, as if the stranger could possibly understand how he felt. “You, um, we’re here to help you. No hurting.”

He gradually met her gaze with eyes that glimmered in the shining light, sparking with watered down hope. “No… hurting?”

“Nope. No hurting. I mean you’ll maybe hurt sometimes- we all do - but, not because of us, I mean, no, none of us will hurt you.” She took a soft step forward and he froze, fingers dipping marks into Prince’s skin until he whimpered, telling him without words to release.

“Stay.” Mutt snarled, a low, bellowing growl, utilizing the last of his strength to order her around as if he had the jurisdiction, but she still followed.

“Sorry.” She whispered, hushed, ceasing her movement. Her fingers scratched at the sleeve of her bulking sweater, the area around her arm that mirrored where his own tattoo sat. “Do you… where’s your master? What happened to them?”

His master.

The blur that was a wound of the mind reopened, just a smidge, tearing through the walls of his brain. “Don’t, don’t know, want Master, want, need Master-” He was supposed to care for him, to serve him, to protect him, he was supposed to die for him-

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. Your master’s okay.” She trailed off, gnawing at her lip and itching harder at her arm.

“Rea- really?”

You’re a real idiot, mutt, and I can only guess that that’s why you signed up for this.

Did he really fucking believe her?

“Yeah, I think so. Probably.” She shrugged, biting her lip. She paused for a moment, thinking. “So… you didn’t run away, did you?”

“N- no, never run. Never run from Master, it’s a rule.” It didn’t even need to be a rule, because Mutt never had and never would even think of running, and Mutt followed the rules so very well. Where else would he go? He’d been with master ever since he finished at the facility, and he surely did not have any urge to return to there for any reason.

“Mm. I understand.” She said, and somehow, for some stupid reason, he believed it. “Do you know why you’re here?”

“No, no, sir.” Mutt didn’t know why he was answering, why he gave her any reply at all, but maybe being scared messed with you like that, like how it was to him. Scattering his thoughts and leaving him so terrifyingly helpless, in need of any possible smidge of guidance.

“We, um, well I don’t know everything, but… I guess they found you guys or something, and, um, we took you in so you didn’t have to go back to… to the facility.”

“The facility…” That couldn’t have been the only reason they wanted them. The two were high value products, that’s what his master had always said, and so the only conclusion Mutt could muster up was that these people wanted to sell them. That was only plausible.

“Yes. They would, um, re- refurbish you, and send you to a new master. Cheaper.”

Mutt detested the thought of his first time at the facility, memories coiling into a wounded ache, and the prospect of ever going back brought a foul strengthen on the fear pent up inside of him. He didn’t want any more of the white walls, and the shocking sticks, or the lumps of gray mush. He was lucky, oh so very lucky to have been bought instead of rotting there any longer.

He couldn’t go back.

She must have noticed him getting wrapped up in his thoughts, because she reached behind her, behind the wall, bringing two items into frame. “I brought you guys… I mean, you’re supposed to pick them out yourselves, but these are the only two we have right now ‘cause Isaac hasn’t gone shopping for more in, um, forever.”

“Dog… toy…?” That’s what they appeared to be, fuzzy, colorful, and stuffed like the ones his master would gift him on the most special of holidays. He wondered if they squeaked just like those did.

“Stuffed animal. They’re for you and your friend. We all get one.” She smiled, her face softening the slightest bit. “Oscar thinks they help. It… kind of does.”

Prince piped up, a shock to the ears, voice the crack of a knife slicing through butter and hitting the plate beneath it. “Thank… you.”

“You’re welcome.” She muttered, fingers pulling at the fraying strings of her top. “Anyway, you two should, um, get some sleep.”

Mutt shook his head yet again, saliva in his mouth churning like the taste of a sour candy. He’d never had candy in any form before, but somehow that’s what the stinging acid of bile slinking up to his mouth tasted like. “Can’t, can’t sleep.” He’d never talked this much before in his whole life, and each word scratched raw at his throat.

“W- why?”

“I must protect Prince.” He stated it matter of fact, just like it was. That was his duty, and Mutt was going to fulfill it.

“So, so that’s his name… okay. Well… um, you do that. I guess. G’night.” She turned to leave, but before fully out of sight she stopped. “Oh. My name’s Joey, by the way. ‘S short for Josephine.”

She left without another word.

He swallowed, again shoving down the ever so inching hiccup of confusing emotions and vomit.

All of that thinking for himself was making Mutt ill.

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╰┈─✩ ˚ ‧ All the ways I love you ‧ ˚

✧˖° synopsis : The Jjk first years and their love languages !

✧˖° cast and crew : Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori & Nobara Kugisaki x Black Reader < 3

.ᐟ content warnings : General tomfoolery and mushy mush cause FUCK THE MANGA.

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ authors note : It’s been actual decades since I’ve posted any form of writing….I feel so unseasoned LMAO. This is just a quick lil hc post, nun crazyyy 😽

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Megumi “I’ll do it” Fushiguro : Acts of Service king.

Now one thing about Megumi??? He’s gonna hit you with the “I got it” EVERY. SINGLE. TIME without fail. Doesn’t matter what time of day, doesn’t matter what he’s doing, he’s gonna make sure you don’t lift a finger for anythinggg.

Is he gonna complain whilst doing it? Of course.

But that’s just true Megumi fashion. It doesn’t mean he ACTUALLY hates doing things for you. Whether that be grabbing you snacks or completing mundane tasks for you such as carrying your bag or opening doors for you, HES GONNA DO IT EVERY TIME. You don’t even have to ask.

Def brings a “if he wanted to he would” typa vibe to the relationship and obviously you appreciate it ten fold (despite the tough guy act he tries and subsequently fails to put on. He loves him some you.) And what better way can he show that than through actions?

They speak louder than words, right?

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Yuji “I love you” Itadori : Words of Affirmation goat

Ok y’all listen here, this boy is a certified yapper through and mf through. ESPECIALLY when it comes to you.

He will never fail to let you— or anyone for that matter, know just how much he loves you and appreciates your presence. You’re like some sort of higher being to him, the best thing since sliced bread if you will.

All day everyday he’s spouting all sorts of “I love you” and “I’m so lucky to have you 🥲” and he’s gonna get emotional EVERY TIME. Like he won some sort of award (the prize being you of course.) And that doesn’t even include the impromptu monologues about how you’ve changed him for the better, and how glad he is to even have someone as amazing as you.

He loves you REAL BAD, why wouldn’t he tell you?

He’d scream it from the rooftops if he could.

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Nobara “Look what I got you” Kugisaki : Gift giving queen

Now, I personally consider Nobara to be a mixture of quality time and gift giving, but I’m leaning more with the latter because damn is she a great gifter.

Not only does she love spending money (me too girl, me too.) But, she LOVESSSSS you. Two birds with one stone she’d say, because she loves having an excuse to drop a couple dollars and make you happy in the process.

If she sees you eyeing something while window shopping? It’s yours automatically— whether you actually intended to buy it or not. She’s not good with the whole “lovey dovey” schtick, that’s just not her style. But to make up for it, she makes sure that you have whatever you want when you want it, even if you express she doesn’t HAVE to.

SHE WANTS TO, and you can’t tell her otherwise.

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⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ closing notes : hey guys…ahahaha…

LOOK IK I SAID I WAS GONNA POST A MONTH AGO BUT LIFE WAS LIFING LMAOOO

I also got a new job now so I won’t have AS much time to post and be silly on here (not that I was super active before but yk.)

Anyhow, thanks for reading and putting up with my lying ass 😕🫶🏽

Love y’all BOOTS DOWN

Mwah 💋

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herofics · 23 hours

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Hi do you do requests for continuations of fanfics you did 5 years ago😭.

For contacts it is the one about Aizawa's adopted kid gets killed in a villain attack, I don't know if you're long over that but I was thinking if you did continue it could it be like other student's reactions🙏. (love your works btw❤️)

A/N: Oh I will gladly write some more for that. I just picked some characters and mashed them all together into HCs. The post mentioned is this one (I think at least). Thank you for liking my stuff :D

•When Aizawa carried your lifeless body out of what was left of the dorms, everyone was already in shock from what had happened, and your death certainly didn’t make things any easier

•The police and paramedics had been alerted and teachers were pouring to the scene to help and make sure everyone was alright

•Almost everyone else had gotten out with only minor injuries, except for you

•The whole class was quiet, some because of the shock, some because they were showing respect

•You were put into an ambulance and taken away, even though no one could help you anymore, Aizawa wanted to go with you, but he also had a responsibility to his class, so he decided to go to the hospital later

•”Is everyone okay?” he asked as the rest of class-A stood there quietly

•Everyone muttered something akin to a “yes” but no one knew what else to say

•”They pushed me out of the way” Midoriya said

•As if he doesn’t carry the world on his shoulders already, the blame he placed on himself for what happened to you was certainly enough to drive anyone past the breaking point

•Aizawa assured him that it wasn’t his fault, but how could it not be? If he just had better control of his quirk, if he was as fast as All Might, you wouldn’t be dead

•There was a lot of buzz outside the school as to how it could have happened, how does a student get killed in the UA dorms?

•The whole class and Aizawa were so tired of hearing all the theories and the media blaming everyone but the actual culprits

•The whole class brought something for your desk in the class, candles, incense, flowers, food, things like that

•It became a sort of shrine to you

•The whole class was understandably distraught about what had happened, but your closest friends were the most messed up about it

•Bakugou didn’t yell at anyone for at least two weeks, he just muttered to himself whenever someone annoyed him

•He knew heroes die on the job all the time, but you weren’t a hero, you were a student

•It drove him to train harder, study harder, so next time something like this happened, maybe he wouldn’t feel so fucking useless

•Midoriya got the worst of it, he blamed himself, no matter how much everyone else told him it wasn’t his fault, he just wouldn’t listen

•He too started training harder, developing his quirk and his control over it, he didn’t want this to happen again

•In a way you motivated the whole class to be better, get stronger, it just sucked you had to die for that

•Yaoyorozu started practicing more extensive first aid after that, she took some courses outside of what the school offered, and started taking lessons from Recovery Girl too

•Some of the class followed her example, such as Uraraka, Tokoyami, Asui and Todoroki

•Yaoyorozu also made sure to learn how to make certain medicines, hemostatic gauze and things like that with her quirk, that could help in a situation like what happened to you

•His students efforts brought some light into the dark time Aizawa was going through, and the little shrine on your old desk was a nice gesture

•Even though it was sometimes a painful reminder, it was also a reminder of how much you were loved by your classmates and friends

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