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suguruplsr · 7 months

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Hi hi 👉🏾👈🏾was wondering if you could do a smut of Gamer boy Getou x Chubby Goth YN? It's been on my brain for a whiiiile

Filled to the brim!

✰ ✰ ✰ you just look so cute , so don’t blame him when he fills you up.. to the brim !

જ⁀➴ ily for this <3 i’m not familiar with goth aesthetic so i tried my best babe!

,, gamer!suguru x chubby!fem!reader , mean!suguru , reader has dark/goth aesthetic , suguru implied to be a streamer , he came in his pants <3 , unprotected , cock warming , praising & degradation , cream pie , breeding kink , brat taming ? , dumbification ? , idk

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“omw baby. do you like them? my friends said they suited me.”

suguru hearts your cute pictures of the new outfits you gained from your shopping spree at the mall. never minding the periodic dings of his phone, notifications of the money you’ve taken out his card. always knowing he could make it up with more hours of streaming. and he tends to look forward to your ‘acts’ of service, such cute apologies for spending so much money even if he doesn’t care about how you spend.

hearing the sound of his queue ending and getting into a lobby, he frowns and sets his phone down, annoyed with being unable to properly admire the photos. turning on his mic and unmuting his sound, suguru hears the playful banter between satoru and sukuna who argues over which characters to pick, “oh c’monnn, man you always pick jett!”

satoru groans, the sounds of his mouse trying to quickly lock her in, and failing, were so loud. “and? i’m better on her. loser..” sukuna chuckles, making suguru smile to himself, locking in sova, deciding to let haibara play sage for once. “he isn’t lying. plus you’ve been playing wayyyy better on gecko ever since he was released.” suguru hums, wincing when he suddenly hear mahitos, obnoxious, voice ring through his head phones. “yea dude! plus you ain’t playing raze this game!”

“could you please turn your mic down?” “yea that shit is loud ass hell bro” haibara and sukuna scold the male, their voices visibly contrasting as mahito whines, grumbling something that couldn’t be heard over the mic. “yo gojo, my chat agrees with us. so go head’ n’ lock in before the game starts..” sukuna snickers, a laugh escaping suguru, “geez man, you must be total shit on her if your fans are goin’ to his stream just to prove you wrong.” their banter only gets worse as they finally load in game, the pistol round was one of chaos, for sure.

eventually, after their ranked match ends in 16-14, with haibara clutching their last round, suguru leaves the lobby to let his friends continue their donation streams. he didn’t really even feel like playing valorant today, especially since he wasn’t streaming. instead, he logged onto dead by daylight, grabbing one of his rehab monster drinks and taking a small break as the game loaded.

before he could scroll through his reels, suguru immediately remembers the pictures you sent him, quickly going to his photos. he was glad for his unconscious acts of saving your batches of pictures before even looking at them, every time. his breath hitches at the sight, god, you looked so cute. black thigh high stockings with cute little bows attached, it matched the mini black dress you wore. it had a ruffled fluffy skirt that sat just above the stockings, the plush of your thighs poking out.

suguru was sure that if he had just bent you down he’d get such a good look at— fuck. his dick was already sticking up high, and as much as he would love to fuck into his hand just from your pictures, it had been a while since you had let him know you were coming home. he couldn’t have his sweet girl walking in on such a nasty sight. sighing and spreading legs wider to relieve the tightness, suguru views the next picture. and he’s sure you’re trying to kill him.

small platforms with cute little leg warmers and another pair of black stockings, little holes in them. with a gray large jacket zipped down just below your cleavage, revealing your busty breasts tucked into a low white t-shirt. your neck was so prettily decorated with silver necklaces too. they were similar to the jewelry coating your hands. so little left to the imagination. more like, his, imagination. he just wanted to rip those stockings and wrap your thick thighs around his head. maybe hold your large breasts with his even larger hands, and suck on your nipples greedily. he knew how much it turned you on.

suguru decides to save the last photo for later, already embarrassed by how he coated the gray sweat pants he wore with a dark stain of cum. finally starting the game, he hoped that maybe a few frustrating games would take his mind off and kill his raging hard on before you could get home. he sends a quick text to make sure you’re alright before queuing up, smiling to himself at the immediate notification he gets within the minute.

and yet the world throws another predicament his way.

“seriously suguru? i just wanna hang out with my boyfriend after being gone for so long. and he’s just too focused on his game to pay attention to me.” “baby, m’gonna get a longer ban from queue if i leave for you again” suguru sighs, feeling your arms wrap around him from behind his gaming chair, already tilting his head to get the small little kiss you usually place on his neck. always on the muscles around his neck, which left him sensitive.

suguru tries to pay attention to the skill checks, his hold on the mouse almost faltering when you don’t stop, leaving a trail of black lipstick around his neck and shoulder blades with every kiss. maybe it’s good he always walks around with those tight wife beaters on. “please? jus’ wanna hang out with you..” you whine softly, one of your hands running up and down his defined chest, cute white and black ombré acrylics grazing him through the shirt.

“c’mere.” suguru groans, watching in his peripheral vision how you eagerly slipped under his arms, sitting up on his lap as he adjusted. “how about this, you sit on my cock and after this match, i’ll fuck you. properly.” a grin curls when you waste no time in rolling down his sweat pants, him sitting up slightly so you could full undress his lower body fully. “looks like you’ve already came..” you hum, palming his leaking dick, your thumb rolling the globs over his tip.

“you looked so sexy in those outfits sweetie. c-couldn’t stop thinkin’ of you.” suguru groans, hiding his character real quick and slapping your thigh, “hurry up baby.” he moans from the feeling of your walls constricting around him, you sitting facing him, whines already slipping out your mouth and into his ears as you hide your face in his neck. “sugu.. m’gonna cum~” he huffs, paying attention to the game, chuckling, “game’s almost over. just wait. you can do it baby.”

his praise has your pussy clenching around him, and as much as you’d love to roll your hips and take his dick without permission. his new chair had arm rests, forcing you to lift your thighs over them, keeping you in place. only able to wet his cock and warm him. “but i want you to cum in me. fill me up to the brim.” your nails dig into his skin, needy for the familiar feeling of when he’s spill his hot cum in you. it was always a lot, always enough.

“only one more left..” suguru mutters more to himself than you. but you could feel his cock twitch inside you, as if trying to stretch you even further. “hurry— please!” your snarky remark was cut off by a harsh and quick slap on your ass that wasn’t hidden under the short dress you wore, him laughing sickly from how high the pitch of your voice had gotten.

“i must spoil you to much. thinkin’ you can talk to me like that..” suguru sighs, kissing your neck as he focused on the last gen that was almost finished. “didn’t your mama tell you that if you don’t have anything nice to say, then you shouldn’t say it at all? tsk. stupid thing.” his sudden change of attitude made you tuck your head, thighs shaking as your squeeze your eyes shut. you loved it when he got like this. it was so hot, yet so mean. and the sting on your ass wasn’t very nice either. curse those skimpy lace panties you decided to wear.

“m’sorry sugu.. wasn’t thinkin’..” you mumble, tears prickling in your eyes when he gives another slap but perhaps the familiar in-game sound of the exit gates powering up gave you some excitement. ready for his match to end already. “it’s okay. you’re never thinking. what a dumb girl i have. so clueless.” the feeling of your pussy fluttering once again has suguru smiling, hurrying his character towards one of the exit gates. despite his low tolerance towards your impatience. he swiftly sits up after his character escapes, not bothering to look at the end game screen and picking you up.

“gonna fuck this pussy right.” suguru grunts, sloppily kissing you as he holds you against the nearest wall, holding your dress up with a pinned hand and almost pulling out, moaning at the sound of your juices dripping on the ground. “please sugu. need you to cum in my pussy. your pussy.” your whines has him shuffling his thick girth back into you, latching his mouth onto your nipples as he begins to thrust up into you. “yea? ya want me to cum in my pussy like a little fleshlight huh?” he chuckles, gaining scratches along his back in response.

“mhm! love it when you cum in me. feels soooo, fucking— good!” your eyes roll back when the head of his cock rolls against your sweet spot, jaw hanging at the feeling of him harshly sucking off your nipples before moving to your exposed neck, holding your plump thighs tight. “bet you wanna hear it too. gonna cum baby?” when you nod quickly, suguru deeply kisses you, tongue’s fighting each other in a moment of heat as his thrusts become faster and sharper. “hear how i cum in you baby. how i fill up— fuck, my, pussy, with, my, cum.” he speaks between bated breath’s, taking away yours in one swift angled thrust, your cunt tight around him as you two stay in a silent needy kiss.

your pussy throbs from the squelching sound his cum shooting into you. you could feel how the ropes of cum warmed you up. it was intoxicating. so sensitive to the feeling of the rest of his hot cum spilling in you. you were already creaming around him afterwards, your shared cum sticking to each other as he finally pulled away.

“sugu.. can you do that again..?”

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hetaherr · 8 months

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playing video games with them | anemo boys <3

: kazuha, xiao, venti, wanderer

:mostly crack, a little suggestive but no warnings

well anyway this is another reupload!! added kuni’s part also got lazy to proof read its just a headcanon anyway!!! i play wayy to much video games and id love to share my hobbies with these sweet babies <3

kazuha

i think this baby is a really chill gamer, he enjoys the cozy aspect of video games. thats why i think games like minecraft, stardew valley, animal crossing and the sims!! cozy video game dates are a norm for you guys when its too hot outside or too rainy.

imagine playing stardew valley with him, curled up under the covers with your MATCHING SWITCH CONSOLES. you guys working through the first few years of the game as little farm people doing little farm things. he’d even find some helpful guides online so you guys can maximise your finances in the game. honestly i can see how he gets a little petty at the fact that you MARRIED some npc in the game and he had to watch the whole cutscene while you joked around that he hadn’t given you enough attention and this was all his fault. now kazuha hates that particular npc, and he’s definitely pouting the whole night. give him lots of smooches, tell him that no video game code can replace your pookie wookie baby boy <3

but there, of course are other ways you can make up for it, like asking him to marry you- in animal crossing duh!! he’d take this whole thing very seriously obviously, its a wedding silly. he’d prepare a little wedding venue in his world by the beach, even going as far to design a cute little tux. it’s adorable, also don’t think for a second that he wouldn’t give you a kiss (giggling after) when the wedding officiant says you may now kiss. i also can picture kazuha buying you a promise ring irl , with a maple leaf engraved onto it. yes it was a animal crossing wedding, but it was YOUR WEDDING non the less.

another thing i can imagine is while you were playing the sims kazuha would 100% ask to create a little family with you. he’d even help to go “shopping” online for CC that would fit your characters or homes. kazuha DIES A LITTLE inside as you carefully curate each of the characters, spending hours deciding on the perfect outfits, hairs and personalities. coming up with mini fantasy stories about the mini yous and giggling along with him when they get a little too absurd. your cute family consists of you, kazuha and a little white cat. kazuha likes watching you get a little flustered whenever his character flirts with yours, sending a romantic haiku your way. not to mention the first time your character’s woohoo’ed he teasingly said:

“its honestly a shame that they’re the only ones that get to woohoo you know?”

anyway kazuha is 100% down to try as many games as he can with you, playing games with him is 10 bells out of 10 bells hehe

xiao

gamer xiao… yea he kinda scares me. xiao plays shooter games for sure, like obviously he’s had an eboy valorant phase but lets skip past that for now. its definitely more than normal to hear him grumbling how “dogshit” some of his teammates are. he’s definitely muted from chat on several games, also banned from league most of the time from being toxic in the chats.

playing competitive games with xiao is definitely an experience, and it definitely does not feel like the stereotypical pocket sage and hyper-carry jett. so please proceed with caution. the first time you and him played together, he may have gotten a little TOO HEATED and may have cussed you out on accident forgetting it was his loving, doting and caring partner who just wanted to participate in one of his hobbies. xiao doesn’t mean to get angry at you, please bare with him when the words “how is this person so fucking bad, how are they SO USELESS JUST GET OFF THE GAME DUDE” slip out. and oh boy… xiao immediately regrets his words, he feels so bad. he was actually overjoyed when you asked to play with him, even if he doesn’t actually show it, now he definitely assumes that you won’t ever want to play games with him EVER, hell maybe you want to break up. he’s spiralling. he apologises so much and he’s so awkward and so fidgety. its hard to stay mad at him, when he’s like this you have to admit he’s a little cutie. the next few days he’s definitely cautious and on edge around you, he finds it weird that you let go of the situation so easily and just moved on. he cant believe he let such vulgar words be thrown towards you. so after a conversation about his behaviour, you both decide maybe its best you just be an observer. you’re more than happy to straddle him, chin on his shoulder when he plays at his pc. and xiao LOVES IT, there is honestly nothing more comforting than you give him a little kiss when he starts to get a little too tense. occasionally when you face the screen and watch his games, he gets so nervous to play well. and xiao absolutely DIES when you compliment his abilities. bro needs the praise please, in that moment he thinks you’re so sexy and you have such a caring soul and his ears are tinted so red. don’t tease him though, he won’t be able to play the game properly.

another thing xiao is so weirdly good at is arcade games. i can picture arcade dates and xiao is just godly at them, claw machines, those basketball ones, car racing- you name it sweetheart and he’s earning those tickets like he needs to feed his 20 kids as a single dad. xiao acts so nonchalant about it, shrugging his shoulders as if this talent of his isn’t a big deal, but inside he’s so proud that he’s managed to get you that plushie he knows you’d been eyeing the whole day. he loves the way you grip onto his biceps pulling him to another machine to test his abilities, he may grumble about you overreacting but he’s so happy just to see you smile. and having you cheer him on the side is such an added bonus, you’re such a cute cheerleader. anyway i rate xiao a “please dont scold me baby im trying my best” out of “FUCK YOU FUCKING SUCK”

venti

horror games. literally venti HATES THEM but he cant get enough of it. playing phasmophobia would be so incredibly fun, but also a total shitshow. like im talking him making you do all the work while he intentionally provokes the ghost. at the same time he’s too scared to do anything so, he’s always really close to you. so if anything ever happens, you’d be a total idiot to think he’d try to help you, venti would be the first one out the door and running away. venti is also so horrendously LOUD, literally half the time instead of getting spooked by the game, your having a heart attack inducing jump scare from his random screaming. don’t even get me started on roblox horror games, every week there’s some new game he discovered on tiktok, and you are playing it with him, you have to.

another game venti loves to play is sims, but he’s about 100 times more chaotic compared to kazuha. he loves those ridiculous challenges and he wants to have like 10 babies with you, and then proceeds to cry when they are taken away from the sims version of cps. for some reason he has all the packs and likes to screw around with everything. he makes silly little bets with you in any game, for example in the sims he’d bet with you whether your 23rd child is going to be a boy or girl, most bets are harmless like a kiss or cuddles, unless he’s in the mood.

speaking of intimacy, venti needs to be holding you while playing games. arms linked, lying on your lap or you in his, honestly you just let him because he’s so cheeky about it anyway. venti also loves playing music related games with you, duh!! karaoke, guess the song, finish the lyric. ANYTHING!! whether you can sing or not, he just loves to hear your voice, definitely teases you if you cant though hehe. karaoke is so fun, if your shy he definitely eases you into letting lose and breaking out of your comfort zone, duetting with you is something he loves because music is his passion and honestly it hits so close to home for him. you’d often find him squeezing your hand as a form of encouragement.

im rating venti a solid 8 red bulls out of “i’ve already had 15”.

wanderer

this little emo baby is 100% only ever playing single player games, things that are extremely grindy and super lore heavy (bro is on subreddits looking at game theories and conspiracies, he would love to talk to you about them if you ever asked)!! im talking about bloodborne, doom, assassin’s creed and dark souls. he hates online multiplayer games because he doesn’t want to interact with “idiots” as he’s mentioned numerous times. so unfortunately its not often that you have a chance to play any type of multiplayer games with him.

however when it comes to his gaming sessions, he’d subtly invite you to come watch him because you’re like his own little streaming audience, and he loves it. the way you comment about how cool his character looks, or ask questions about gameplay mechanics. he loves how you involve yourself in his hobbies, it turns him to mush. he also loves how you play with his hair while peeking over his shoulder to look at the tv screen as he taps away at the controller. sometimes when the game gets a little boring he notices how your breath bounces off his neck, needless to say, those nights end up a bit more differently than how you originally imagined.

also if your ever interested in the game, kuni would “hesitantly” offer you to play on a new save file. but he’s actually elated that you’re going to try his FAVOURITE video game ever. you take your place in his lap as he explains to you the basics, not many would notice but you can ever so slightly hear the excitement in his voice. kuni complains about you being so lost but he’s so careful with explaining certain things, he’s also so patient as you take hours designing your character, well he’s okay being patient since its you. kuni absolutely DISSOLVES when facing a difficult boss, puzzle or obstacle, you kinda go into a slump against his chest and beg him to help you get past it. he snickers that your so weak, but somehow he manages to get through so swiftly- i guess he needs to show off a little to you. he also may complain a lot but thats just how this baby boy is, dont get discouraged he actually thinks you’re so cute.

also if you ever find yourself playing overcooked, moving out, gang beasts or any of those party games with kuni… good luck, just because he doesn’t like competitive games like valorant, DOES NOT MEAN HE ISNT COMPETITIVE. he gets so worked up and its honestly a little cute if you can look past the crusty white dog behaviour. if you do end up getting into an argument over these games, dont be surprised. im lazy to give a rating so im giving him 10/10, again minus the crusty white dog.

edit: if you saw “anyway wanderer is a straight” HAHA i apologise maybe thats why i should straight proof reading oops hehe

#genshin impact #kazuha #xiao #venti #wanderer #kazuha x reader #xiao x reader #venti x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader

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sovasleepy · 21 days

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beauty sleep

[ gekko x reader ] — when you fall asleep wearing makeup, gekko does his best to clean your face without waking you

warnings: the reader is gender neutral, although the reader is described to be wearing makeup so take that as you will. also a brief mention of being drunk/alcohol but its not gekko or the reader.

notes: requested by anon! i hope you enjoy :)

the usual banter between phoenix and jett played out in front of you. they were high off of a victory, much like yourself and several other agents that had joined together for a victory feast at a local takeout place. what was supposed to be a quick run for food turned into a posse of idiots parading around downtown, much to the credit of an already half-drunken skye.

phoenix quickly followed her, his energy coaxing the fire that was already brewing in the hearts of the agents. a particularly important mission had gone incredibly well that day and the entire team was still riding high.

jett snorted as she shoved phoenix, laughing at whatever cheesy joke he’d laid on her.

“love the energy, but i’m far too tired to match it.” gekko spoke, leaning his head slightly towards you. his voice was much softer and quieter than their’s. it was a sharp contrast to the loud, chirpy voices of those around you.

“couldn’t agree more.” you grumbled.

as much as you loved your friends, you were happy to have them split off into their own directions once you were back at base. gekko was the only one to follow.

he padded toward your door and gently held it open for you. he watched you walk in, but hesitated another moment before speaking.

“could i come in? i know we’re both tired, i just don’t think i’m ready to sleep yet, yknow?”

you nodded and smiled. gekko always had a weird way of matching your emotional state, purposefully or not. absently kicking away a t-shirt that had ended up on your floor, you apologized for the state that your room was in and invited him in.

you proceeded to hit the mattress, and you were out like a light.

“thank you,” he spoke, words falling on deaf ears. his eyes scanned your room. he took in the decorations, noting how such small things were marked by traces of your hobbies or personality. “i just need to be around ‘calm’ for a while before i knock out, is all.”

he sat on the edge of your bed. he didn’t notice the fact that you were asleep. he continued to mutter to himself for another moment, before finally turning to see your reaction.

“well,” he spoke one last time. “that would explain the silence.”

still, he didn’t leave. he felt creepy. as though he was spying on you in some weird way. but you had invited him in, right? so there wasn’t something morally off about it, he assured himself.

he would like to deny the warmth that spread in his chest as he observed you, but that would make him a liar. while the thoughts were always in the back of his mind, he never truly got the chance to fully take you in. every curve and every feature of your face, the slight pinch in your brows as you slept, and the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest. it took him a while to realize the other thing he was seeing.

“isn’t falling asleep with makeup on bad for your skin? or your pillows or something.” he whispered softly to himself.

as he did, he slowly got up from where he sat on edge of your bed. a quick glance around your room offered him nothing, but he didn’t want to turn on your light and wake you. you looked so peaceful, after all.

quietly, gekko walked toward your bathroom. after trying for a miserable ten minutes to figure out which washcloth in your bathroom was the softest, he finally settled on one. he stepped towards your sink to dampen it, where his eyes caught a sleeve with the words “makeup removing wipes” printed on the side.

yeah, that seemed like a better idea than his.

makeup wipes in tow, he finally returned to your sleeping form. slowly, as if it would make a difference, he turned on your lamp. he froze as if to make sure you were still asleep.

he pulled one wipe from the package, gently rubbing at your skin. after a second, he pulled back and checked the wipe. he was doing this correctly… wasn’t he?

how often were you supposed to change wipes? or was it just one for the whole face? how hard was too hard to rub? how expensive were these wipes, anyway? how does he know when your face is clean? would the liquid that dampened the wipe hurt if it got in your eyes?

oh well. he could try his best, at least.

he discarded the dirty wipe in the trashcan near your bed and retrieved a new one. he continued his process of gently rubbing your face, taking extra care around your eyes and making sure he wasn’t pressing down so hard as to irritate your skin.

when he was sure he was done, he closed the container and returned it safely to the bathroom counter.

he came back when he was done. gently setting his weight on the bed, he smoothed down your hair with one hand and smiled at your sleeping form.

“you don’t really need your beauty sleep, but i guess i can let you have your sleep-sleep.” gekko commented after a beat.

he sat up gently as to not disturb you. he clicked off your lamp and shut your door softly behind himself as he left you to rest.

#gekko x reader #gekko x you #gekko fluff #gekko x y/n #gekko #gekko valorant #valorant x reader #valorant x you #valorant fluff #valorant x y/n #mateo x reader #mateo x you #mateo fluff #mateo x y/n

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fuxuannie · 11 months

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↳ pairing(s) : (seperate) omen, chamber & jett x gender neutral reader

↳ synopsis : sleep was almost impossible of the three, but with you, it was almost effortless.

↳ authors note : happy pride month!!! :: i think to stop writers block i have to actually start writing of different fandoms,, sorry hsr fans, hello valorant ones (pls exist)

OMEN didn't really.. need to sleep. He doesn't need most things that humans did actually, and preferred to spend his hours of the night knitting or working on a few plants.

So he didn't really know how to feel about 'falling asleep together', an idea suggested to you after a few months of dating and wanted to be cuddling your partner before falling alseep.

You can imagine how awkward he is when he first gets into bed, how he's unsure on how to put his arms around you in a way that you feel comfortable or even the sensation of being so close to someone for 8 hours. You didn't really mind, just letting him experiment and try to figure out what felt right.

However after a few minutes, oddly enough and almost like a cat, Omen warms up to this feeling. If he could smile, he definitely would be. He's content with the position you both settled with, your back against his chest with his arms and legs over you. You could say he's the big spoon and you're the little spoon, not that it was really surprising considering the shadow man was quite tall.

"You okay?" You'll whisper, looking up at him and watched as he nodded back slightly. "I.. like this feeling." He replies, his voice soft despite the usual hoarse coming from it. "I'm glad." A smile is evident on your expression and that makes Omen happy, his grip around you tightening slightly as you two finally drift off.

JETT's lack of sleep usually came from how often she wanted to train. Of course, having a best friend like Phoenix always meant wanting to one-up the other person in every single way, and Jett was making sure she remained on top no matter what.

When you expressed your concern for her lack of rest, she briefly brushed it off and said she could handle it because of how often she went days without sleeping.

That didn't make you feel any better.

So here she is, begrudingly laying in bed with you by her side. Jett has her back turned to you, hugging herself as she grumbled every now and then.

"You know, neither of us are going to fall asleep if you act like that."

She can't see you, but the sound of bedsheets shuffling are enough of an indication that you turned to face her. "I know.. that you're not the best with people.. but you can try for me, can't you..?" You asked quietly, almost a whisper, you loved Jett with all your heart and you couldn't dream of ever forcing her to do something ahe didn't want. And so you just waited for an answer.

To your surprise and in a swift move, Jett turns around to wrap her arms around you and pull you close to her. Head resting into the crook of your neck as you're left to be stunned for a few seconds, before beginning to chuckle softly and return the gesture with your own arms engulfing her into a cuddling position.

You hold back a few giggles at how quickly she fell asleep in your embrace.

CHAMBER was a man who prioritized his own interests above everyone elses, so for many years he had grown used to sleepless nights either for weapon making or business reasons, whichever one he felt like prioritizing first. (Which was always the weapon making.)

At first, he found it cute whenever you tried to stay up with him until he'd grow tired and just go to bed but it didn't last long whenever he saw you tired around HQ and felt guilty for your exhaustion.

The man loves you far too much, so the day after he wanted to try and finally sleep early just so he wouldn't have to see you barely make it through work with 3 hours of rest.

However, with his body so used to staying awake, the French Marksman struggled in finding an ounce of a tired feeling in his body. His mind racing with thoughts of anything else he could be doing at the moment, until he feels you bury yourself closer into him to feel his warmth.

Maybe he was madly inlove, maybe the several hours of sleep he missed was getting to him, but it was like that a single touch from you had him in a sleepy trance.

You're already asleep, just your body naturally wanting to be closer to the man you loved most, but Chamber plants soft and quick kisses on your nose, cheek and lips while whispering a 'Thank you.' after each one. Eventually falling asleep in the comfort of your warmth.

#˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ bailu's candy stash #valorant x reader #valorant x you #valo x reader #jett x reader #omen x reader #chamber x reader

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prrism · 1 year

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Language Lessons

Summary: You’ve been teaching Techno how to speak English for a little over a month now, everything’s been going well so far, then there’s a knock at your door…

Characters: Techno x Reader

Relationship: parental

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

“Now, what do you say when you greet someone?”

“Hi.” You give a playful eye roll at the blunt answer. You’ve been teaching Techno English and he’s caught on to it pretty quickly, much to your delight, although there was still a lot for him to learn.

“Okay, while that’s technically true, I was looking for a bit more then that.” You say with a soft sigh.

“Hello… greetings… salutations… good day to you…” He lists off several other greetings he’s learned.

“Alright, alright. I’ve heard enough.” You hold your hand up to pause him, seeing the smug smile on his face. “I don’t recall teaching you this much sass, mister English major.” You playfully tease, ruffling at his hair, he swats at your hands in retaliation.

“Ah, stop.” He whines still trying to swat your hands away.

“Who needs to stop what? Come on, use your words.” You encourage still messing with his hair.

“Sensei, stop…… please.” You could see he was trying to look for the right words to use, you stop your actions and grab a hairbrush.

“Okay, that’s good enough for now. Why don’t we fix up that rats nest.” Now he’s the one giving a playful glare but nods and lets you kneel down to start to carefully brush the knots out. You halt your actions when you hear a loud knock at the door, your grip on the brush handle tightening. You didn’t invite anyone over, and even if it was a surprise visit from one of your friends, no one would’ve knocked that harshly. You stand, instinctively shifting to a more defensive stance as you stare down the door, another set of knocks are heard, slightly harsher then before.

“Sensei?” You look over at Techno, who also took a more defensive stance.

“Upstairs.” You simply say, voice low and firm.

“But-”

“Now!” You approach the door, taking one more look over your shoulder to confirm that Techno had indeed listened before opening the door to two individuals you really hoped not to see.

“Good morning, (y/n).” The first says blankly

“Jett, Tarlin… Well I’d say my morning was good, until you showed up.” You reply just as blankly.

“Ahem,” Tarlin clears their throat, you raise an unamused eyebrow their way. “It’s come to our attention that you may have-”

“I’m going to stop you right there.” You’re quick to cut them off. “I don’t care what you’ve heard or what it is that makes you think you have any power around here, but let me make this clear: Try anything stupid and you will deeply regret it.” You say dangerously, giving a sharp look to both of them.

“Is that a threat?” Jett puffs out his chest to try appearing more intimidating.

“Well that depends.” You start nonchalantly, leaning in uncomfortably close to them, making Jett step back a little. “You feeling threatened?” He grabs his sword’s hilt on instinct, you just laugh. “I dare you to pull that on me, see how far you get.” You say, ready to pull your own sword from your inventory.

“Please now, we’re trying to be civil here.” Tarlin intervenes pulling Jett away, you roll your eyes.

“If this is your idea of civil then what’s being uncivil look like?” You chuckle to yourself, neither of them seemed to like your joke. Your expression hardens again and you give a firm glare. “I’ll say this one more time. Try anything stupid and you will deeply regret it, because as far as you should be concerned I’m the most dangerous thing around here. Now get off my property before I make you for trespassing.” With a low grumble and some nasty stink eyes the two begrudgingly take their leave. You close the door with a relived sigh and finally acknowledge the little eavesdropper. “You know you’re lucky those two aren’t very observant, otherwise things could’ve been a whole lot more complicated.” You turn and look up the stairs at the young hybrid peeking around the corner.

“……” It’s barely audible but you catch him trying to say something, ushering him over to you.

“You okay?” Your tone lightens up and your expression softens into one of concern.

“I… I know them. I saw them before.” He spits out, hands balling into fists.

“Let me guess, the Nether?” He gives you a a low snot and curt nod as response. “Yeah… sadly I’m not surprised.” You look away from him a second tensely but quickly relax again, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Don’t you go worrying about them now. I promised I’d keep you safe from people like them, and I intend to keep that promise.” Your words of reassurance help relax Techno more.

“Wait… If you’re going to protect me, who’ll protect you?” He questions.

“Hmm, good question… I guess, myself?” You shrug, Techno shakes his head in disapproval.

“No, not good. I’ll do it.” He says as if agreeing with himself.

“Really?” You raise an amused eyebrow at him. “I don’t know, there’s a lot of danger out there for a small piglin like yourself.”

“Then I’ll get big and strong, then no one can hurt us.” He places his hands on his hips triumphantly, you let out a quiet laugh with a side smile.

“Well if that’s the case, I’d say our English lesson is finished. Why don’t we move on to some combat training, yeah?” You offer, your smile getting bigger at the excited nod he gives you.

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thewidowsghost · 8 months

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hiii can I request an enemies to lovers with Maddox x reader? thank you!

Sure!

A/n: I went with a Season 3 Maddox on the Yellow team vs. R on the blue team :)

Thanks for the request <3

“Rise and shine, Shallow Lake!” Corbin Bleu yells in the boys’ bunk.

“Intruder!” Ricky screams. “Get him!” Ricky stumbles out of his bed, and charges towards Corbin.

“Ricky, stop!” EJ grabs Ricky’s arms. “It’s Mr. Bleu.”

“What if I didn’t have a shirt on?” Carlos exclaims.

“Looks like you have three shirts on,” Channing, the cameraman, replies.

“You. You filmed me behind the bush,” Ricky says angrily, pointing at Channing.

“Hey, you,” Corbin blares his airhorn, looking at Jett. “Up.” A stuffed duck tumbles from Jett’s bunk. “Cute duck.” Corbin comments, and Jett jumps down, grabbing the duck off the floor.

“I’m calling it,” Kourtney comments, stepping into the boys’ bunk and looking at Corbin with disdain. “Corbin Bleu has officially lost his mind.” Then she catches sight of the duck in Jett’s arms. “Cute duck.”

“Folks, we’re two hours away from Camp Shallow Lake’s most exciting tradition. Tune in to see a bunch of theater kids get their heads out of the clouds and into the game.”

“I’m praying the game is chess,” Carlos deadpans.

“Report to the amphitheater at 8AM sharp for a day of sports. It’s Color War!”

. . .

“And then turn the paddle up near the ceiling near the end,” Maddox tells Gina. “Over and over again.”

“Like that?” Gina asks, mimicking the motion.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Maddox says.

“Okay,” Gina keeps making the rowing motion.

“Yeah, got it,” Maddox says. “Natural.”

Gina laughs.

“You just gotta commit to one side,” Maddox says, and Gina looks over, seemingly bewildered. “Of the canoe. Or else you’ll fall out. You’ll be fine. (Y/n) always is, and she’s so bad at canoe racing.”

“I heard that,” two figures walking through the barn door. Gina and Maddox look at the door, and both girls’ expressions brighten.

“She isn’t wrong,” EJ says, nudging his sister with a shoulder.

“Yeah, I hate both of you,” (Y/n) deadpans, but she winks at Maddox.

“Good morning,” EJ’s gaze falls on Gina. “And ahoy?”

“Oh, brother,” (Y/n) grumbles.

“Yes?” EJ asks, and (Y/n) lets out a groan. “Come on, Maddie,” (Y/n) says.

“Good luck, sailors,” Maddox says, and she and (Y/n) head out the back door.

. . .

“When I heard that the camp that’s putting on Frozen for Disney Plus has a day that’s emotionally similar to the 2006 to 2008 Disney Channel Games, I and the folks at the Mouse HQ jumped at the chance to include this in our docu-series. Dewey, you wanna explain the rules?” Corbin asks the camp director.

“Uh, sure,” Dewey steps forward. “Yeah. Every camper is required to participate in a few challenges. There’s two teams . . .”

“And within each team are teammates,” Corbin interrupts. “Okay, I got this. Okay. You know her. You love her. The captain of the Yellow Team, Maddox!”

The campers cheer, and (Y/n) nudges her friend.

“Not sure everybody loves me, but thank you,” Maddox says, and (Y/n) cracks a grin.

“Didn’t say they all did,” Corbin replies, and Maddox takes a spot at the front. “And the captain of the blue team, we’ve got the youngest Caswell, (Y/n).”

“Let’s go,” (Y/n) says, and everyone cheers. (Y/n) steps up beside Maddox. “You know my team is gonna win.” She says. “My team wins every year.”

“And every year, we’re on the same team,” Maddox says, her lips twitching. “Maybe it’s me, and not you.”

“Ha, you wish,” (Y/n) replies.

“No, with a big smile,” Corbin says, handing (Y/n) the clipboard, “tell the camera which of your Frozen friends are on each team.”

“What about the other campers?” (Y/n) asks.

“We had to blur their faces out for the doc, so, legally, we aren’t naming any other names unless they’ve signed the release. Yeah,” Corbin replies.

“Okay,” (Y/n) says. She clears her throat and reads. “On my team is Ricky, Ashlyn, Gina, and EJ.” The blue team cheers, and they gather around (Y/n) up front. “And on Maddox’s team, has Kourtney, Carlos, Jett, and Emmy.” When (Y/n) says Jett’s name, Maddox freezes slightly, and (Y/n) notices it out of the corner of her eye.

“Just so y’all know,” (Y/n) hears Kourtney say, “I’m scrappy. I fight dirty, and I will cheat.”

“Hmm!” Maddox says. “So it’s in the bag.”

“I’m also incredibly afraid of heights,” Kourtney continues.

Maddox’s smile falters. “Okay, so plus, minus.”

“Guys, if you were on a deserted island and could text one person, who would it be? Your mom? Your ex? Your life coach?” Corbin steps off the stage and up to Channing, who is still holding the camera. Tomorrow, the winning team can text whoever they want when they get their phones back.”

The campers cheer loudly, talking loudly with their fellow campers.

“Get your team colors from the bins,” Corbin continues. “I’m Corbin Bleu, and you’re watching Disney Plus.”

. . .

(Y/n), now clad in all blue, runs over to find Jett lying on the ground picking at the glass.

“Hey, man,” (Y/n) sits down beside him. “Gettin’ in the zone?”

“Not exactly,” Jett replies, picking up a yellow and black soccer ball and throwing it between his hands.

“I guess it was pretty intense last night,” (Y/n) says.

“Do you think I’m the worst? For the stuff that Maddie yelled at me about?” Jett sits up, looking at (Y/n).

“I’ve done more than a few things I’m ashamed of, dude,” (Y/n) replies. “I’m not one to judge.”

“I thought those texts came from a guy, and I was like, why does she get to date and I can’t. I didn’t even know what I was looking at,” Jett says.

“Does Mads know this?” (Y/n) questions.

“Not sure she’d even hear me,” Jett replies. “We used to sing together all the time as kids. Now we barely talk.”

(Y/n) crosses her legs underneath her. “So, I once knew this girl who was pretty mad at me, and I’ll tell you, I deserved it. Um, but the one thing that really helped is that I threw myself into something she cared about. Like, I joined the crew, and I worked really hard.”

“Is being a theater kid the answer to, like, everything in your world?” Jett asks.

“It doesn’t always have to be theater, but . . .” (Y/n) takes a moment, knowing that what she was about to say might make her team lose. “Look, Maddie loves camp. It’s Color War. Maybe help her win?” (Y/n) leans back. “I mean, it’s a fifty-fifty shot, dude. One team wins, or the other does.”

“Or there’s the third option, where they toss the results in a pizza oven,” Ashlyn walks over.

“I get it, that’s good,” (Y/n) laughs.

. . .

“How you feelin’, Maddie?” (Y/n) asks, nudging her friend.

“Oh, you know I’m gonna win,” Maddox replies, turning to face (Y/n).

(Y/n) looks over and watches both Gina and Ricky miss their practice shots, “Yeah, you’re probably gonna win this one.”

Maddox looks over at her friend, studying her face. She looks away quickly before (Y/n) turns her attention back to Maddox.

. . .

“Gina,” (Y/n) shakes her friend’s shoulder. “Gina!”

Gina sits up, her forehead slamming into (Y/n)’s nose.

“Oh my god,” Gina says apologetically, as (Y/n) clutches at her nose.

“I’m fine,” (Y/n) replies, her eyes watering. “Are you? You collapsed?”

“I’m, uh, fine,” Gina replies and Ricky and (Y/n) help her to her feet.

“You still have a chance to be our hero,” (Y/n) says. “We’re tied. If you make the shot, we win.”

“You got this,” Ricky says. “Probably.” He hands her the basketball.

“Back up,” Gina says, and everyone takes a few steps back.

She spins a few times, throws the ball and it swishes into the net.

“Blue Team wins!” Corbin yells and the Blue Team cheers.

“Nice, G,” (Y/n) offers her hand for a fist-bump. Gina accepts.

“That was crazy!” Ricky says.

(Y/n) turns to Maddox. “Nevermind,” she jokes. “Blue Team might just win after all.”

. . .

“Hey, Dewey?” (Y/n) hops on one foot. “Is Simon gonna sue you for stealing his game?” (Y/n) asks.

“I don’t know Simon personally,” Dewey replies.

“Breaking news,” (Y/n) jokes still hopping on one foot. “Dewey Wood locks Simon of Simon Says in his basement.”

Maddox laughs.

“Dewey says stop!” Dewey says and the campers stop hopping. “Dewey says dance like you’re at the camp prom.”

The campers begin dancing, except for Ricky and Ashlyn.

“What he say?” Ashlyn asks.

“There’s a camp prom?” Ricky asks.

Peep, says Dewey’s whistle. “You two, out,” he says. “Stop.” Gina stops spinning. Peep, “Out,” he gestures to Gina. “Dewey says spin in a circle,” Dewey says. “Simon says stop.” (Y/n) stops spinning. “Oh! I’m Dewey, not Simon! You’re out.” (Y/n) hops over the line. “Dewey says that is a great victory for the Yellow Team. Congrats, you two.” Jett and Maddox are the only two left.

“Whoa, hello, new person who’s trying really hard today,” Maddox turns to her brother.

“Yeah? Let’s keep it going!” Jett says, lifting his hand for a high-five, and Maddox accepts.

Jett passes by (Y/n), breathing a thank you, before he goes to stand by Carlos and Kourtney.

. . .

“Okay. Hi,” Val steps onto the stage, all the campers having gathered back in the amphitheater, now sitting sorted to color. “Um, it’s a tie game,” Val says, “so the outcome of this cheer-off determines the fate of Color War.

“Wooo!” Ricky cheers.

“Let’s go Blue!” (Y/n) adds, and the Blue Team cheers louder.

“Okay. So, this year, I have picked It’s On from Camp Rock 2,” Val continues. “And I’ve printed off lyric sheets, but if you don’t know the words, that means something went deeply wrong in your childhood, and you didn’t watch this iconic sequel. Oh, and as a reminder, when I stop singing, somebody has to take over. Here we go.”

“Drums,” Jett starts.

“A little guitar, please,” Val takes over. “One, two, three, four,” Val continues.

“I hope you're ready for the time of your life Just look at me, I put a gleam in your eye Buckle-up, we're gonna take you for a ride”

“Let's go, we gotcha goin' good in a vibe Everybody put your hands to the sky Buckle-up, we're gonna take you, take you high” (Y/n) takes over, passing in front of Maddox and winking.

“Show me, show me, show me, show me, show what you got Come on, come on, come on, come on, ready or not La-la, la-la, la-la, let me see how you vibe It's on, it's on, it's on” All the campers join in.

“Get crazy, crazy, crazy, take it over the top 'Cause we, 'cause we, 'cause when we rock we let it rock Rock it, rock it, rock it, rock it, dance 'til we drop" It's on, it's on, it's on” All of the campers again.

“Okay now, are you ready? One, two, one, two, three, four” Jett takes over.

“Show stoppin' when I step in the place Before it's done, you're gonna beg me to stay Get on board, come on, let's ride the wave” Jett continues.

“Let's go, let's go, we just do what we do Watch me break and pop, I'll pass it to you You wanna rock like us 'cause we're never second place” Maddox takes over, passing by (Y/n) and doing a similar wink.

“Get crazy, crazy, crazy, take it over the top 'Cause we, 'cause we, 'cause when we rock we let it rock Rock it, rock it, rock it, rock it, dance 'til we drop It's on, it's on, it's on”

“Okay now, are you ready? One, two, one, two, three” (Y/n) takes the mic.

“Th-th-there is no competition That's why we in the number one position Your crew can't hang with us, man, we're too dangerous” Jett takes another mic.

“Ain't got the style or the stamina” Maddox takes Jett’s mic. “Just doin' my thing, get hooked on my swing” Ricky and Ashlyn take (Y/n)’s mic.

Rockin' the place, droppin' the bass, makin' all the girls sing” Carlos and Kourtney chime in. “Yeah, we make the bell ring

It's on, it's on” Jett and Maddox sing together.

“Show me, show me, show me, show me, show what you got Come on, come on, come on, come on, ready or not La-la, la-la, la-la, let me see how you vibe It's on, it's on, it's on Get crazy, crazy, crazy, take it over the top 'Cause we, 'cause we, 'cause when we rock we let it rock Rock it, rock it, rock it, rock it, dance 'til we drop It's on, it's on, it's on Show me, show me, show me, show me, show what you got Come on, come on, come on, come on, ready or not La-la, la-la, la-la, let me see how you vibe It's on, it's on, it's on Get crazy, crazy, crazy, take it over the top 'Cause we, 'cause we, 'cause when we rock we let it rock Rock it, rock it, rock it, rock it, dance 'til we drop It's on, it's on, it's on” All of the campers finish.

“It's on,” Jett finishes, and the Yellow Team lifts him on their shoulders.

“America, I am so glad that the missing camper got rescued, because he just won for the Yellow Team!” Corbin announces in his mic.

Val walks over and hands Jett the trophy-oar, and he shakes it in the air happily.

“Whooo!” Jett says, as yellow and blue confetti explode from the confetti cannons. He steps over to his sister. “Hey. Don’t tell anyone, but today wasn’t the worst,” he hands Maddox the oar.

Maddox looks at her brother for a moment. “Quite the turnaround, Jett.”

“We did it together, Maddie,” Jett says as (Y/n) watches the two. “We got the win,” Jett adds.

“Yeah,” Maddox’s tone softens. “Yeah, we did.”

Jett steps off to talk to Ricky and Gina, and (Y/n) steps over to her friend.

“He’s a very committed young man, huh?” (Y/n) nudges her friend.

“Yeah. Yeah. I’m not sure exactly what changed,” Maddox says.

“Maybe he just wants to show you he cares?” (Y/n) asks.

Maddox looks up into her friend’s face. “(Y/n), I think I see what you’re trying to do, and I appreciate it so much. But we’ve had good days before and . . . I just don’t wanna let my guard down and get hurt again, you know?”

(Y/n) nods thoughtfully, and Maddox wraps her in a hug.

“I meant it when I said I appreciated it,” Maddox says. (Y/n)’s expression softens, and she returns the hug.

. . .

(Y/n) heads down to the amphitheater and begins helping pick up some of the blue and yellow streamers off the ground.

“You know you don’t have to do that,” Maddox says, though her tone is teasing. (Y/n) rolls her eyes playfully.

“You say that every year, Madds,” (Y/n) walks up to her friend. “And every year I still help.”

Maddox grins, amused, at her friend.

(Y/n) studies Maddox’s face closely, taking in her friend dirty blonde hair, and splash of freckles.

Suddenly, both girls surge towards each other.

Maddox cups her friend’s face, and presses their lips together. She suddenly pulls back, “I-i’m sor–”

(Y/n) snorts, and pulls Maddox back in, cupping her face this time.

The fireworks go off overhead, and Maddox pulls away, looking at the beautiful colors in the sky.

“Fireworks,” Maddox murmurs.

(Y/n) laughs delightly. “Makes total sense to me,” (Y/n) looks back down, looking into Maddox’s face once more.

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gremlincum · 7 months

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Could you write a fluffy fic about joan jett where like the reader is upset and she comforts them?

Nyx's notes: I've been on a bit of a writing hiatus this past year due to some family and health issues, but I'm hoping to be coming back over the coming months, I was looking through requests and had inspiration strike so here you loveleys go!

Enjoy!

Crimson and clover -

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, cussing?, best friends to lovers because I'm a sucker for that trope, and fluff

You laid on your bathroom floor covered in sweat and beer. You didn't know why you put yourself in these situations, you hated hosting parties with a passion, yet you always let Joan convince you to throw the next biggest rager at your house.

You lived in a small two-bedroom house on the strip. It was falling apart in everyway possible, and probably couldn't pass inspection, but it was close to your job at the dennys on the corner and that's all that mattered.

Shortly after you moved in, you put an ad for a roommate in the paper, and the next day Joan called you. At first it was supposed to be temporary, but there was just something about Joanie that made you want to keep her around.

She made your stomach twist and turn in the best ways possible. Whenever she was around, you truly felt on top of the world, but you were most definitely not willing to lose an amazing friendship over some silly crush.

That brings us to our current scene. Hiding from the growing party in your bathroom, like a complete loser. A hard knock at the door made you lift your head and scoff.

"Go away"you grumbled, hoping the person on the other side would go away.

"Cmon (y/n)! I gotta piss!"Joan yelled. Of course. Speak of the fucking devil.

You pushed yourself up and tilted your head at the door. Debating if you should even open it.

"(Y/n) I know you're in there! Just let me in please", her voice was softer now, as if it twisted into one of concern.

You sighed and reached over to unlock the door. "Come in Joanie", she cautiously opened the door, afraid of what mess she found behind the door.

"Oh shit..."she snickered"you okay?" She reached her hand out for yours, completely ignoring what she originally came for.

"Yeah m'good Joanie"you muttered shamefully, ignoring her offer to help you up. You didn't want her to see you so vulnerable.

"Dont lie to me"she said, dropping to the floor looking at him. "We're friends, we need to be honest. We are with each other."

"Joanie, I can't keep doing these parties. can't a threesome happen in my room right now" you said, with a slight chuckle.

"And all these people make me nervous. They don't clean up after themselves, they break stuff, they ruin my sheets. I'm scared of even sitting on the couch."

"That's all you had to say" Joanie told you with a smile. "I don't ever wanna see you upset like this want."

"Y'know, you're a great person Joan"you told her with a big smile,

"I don't know about all that, I'm a mess"she scooted closer to him. "You're great though," she smiled with a slight blush going across her face.

It was impossible to ignore Joan's beauty. You saw through her "confident" facade and saw a beautifully damaged soul.

"I love you Joanie"you whispered, laying your head on her shoulder. She glanced over at him, her signature smirk plastered on her face.

"Yea?" She asked, giggling a bit."I love you too". She planted a kiss on her head.

You picked up your head, a blush evident on your face, and slowly leaned in interlocking lips with Joan. She leaned forward and cupped your face, stroking your cheek softly.

"Sorry"you murmured with a smile as you pulled away shyly.

It truly was a sight to behold, you two with your legs unintentionally intertwined on your bathroom floor as a party emerged outside the door.

But at this point you didn't care about the party, you just cared about you and Joan. And the undeniable tension between the two of you.

"Don't know why you're apologizing", she looked down. "I thought it was pretty obvious I wanted to do that for a while.

"I guess I was oblivious"you laughed, biting your lip before coming to the realization "Didn't you have to use the restroom?"

"Yeah"she replied, looking at you, leaning back."It can wait a little bit longer."

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bbokkie · 2 years

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Weak For Your Love

(Yoru x reader)

"Little lady you have me so weak, weak for your love."

Scenario: Phoenix and Jett help Yoru confess to GN! Reader !!

This fanfic is requested by @sleepless-nxghts ><

(Sorry this was deathly late, it's currently 11:30 and music is playing outside my house and it's honestly AGGRAVATING 😠. Sorry this was late again, I'm so busy during Thursday's - Sunday's. 💔 Anyways I wanted to do a thing where I put songs which helped me make fanfics, lyrics from songs surprisingly help me a lot with fanfic writing and I wanted to share you guys my cool ass music taste!!)

Song: Weak For Your Love by Thee Sacred Souls

Yoru actually never knew why he loved you, can you blame him though? A person like him would honestly be too stubborn to actually see and feel their own feelings, it might sound weird but highlighters with weird hair like Yoru doesn't really have a grasp on love or reality.

Most of the time he found you aggravating, the way you mostly never looked his way, the way you never usually talked to him, the way you never really batted him an eye. I guess that was why he found you annoying, it was because he never got your attention.

But there was something in you that made him stuck to you like a magnet, no matter how far he would try to run away from you, the magnet would pull him back.

He loved the minimum times that he actually got to interact with you, your gentle hands touching his brass skin as you mended his wounds. He loved your smooth yet firm voice you had which had him weak. He loved everything and anything about you yet he felt like he never even knew you.

In conclusion, he was undeniably weak for your love.

Phoenix kept catching his gaze wander off somewhere which wasn't his own mirror or something, yet to another table who had a single figure. At first Phoenix was worried he wanted to kill you, never in his entire life had he seen his friend deep in his thoughts while staring at someone with such intensity that wasn't the intensity of wanting to kill them.

Worried, Phoenix called over his other friend, Jett to see what was wrong with Yoru.

"What happened to him?" Jett asked. "I don't know, he's just staring at Y/n! I think he wants to kill them." Phoenix whisper-shouted. Jett looked at her friend's expression longer, trying to capture just what was going on in that tiny mind of his. "I think that's admiration." Jett whispered to Phoenix. "What!?" Phoenix whispered loudly which eventually caught Yoru's attention. "What are you looking at?" He asked. "Nothing. We were just waiting for you to stop staring at Y/n like you're obsessed with them or something." Jett rolled her eyes, sitting down. "What? I'm not obsessed. Stop spewing your bullshit." The male scoffed, defending himself all too quickly. "Chill, it's not like you like her, right?" Phoenix joked, sitting down shortly after Jett.

Then there was a short but telling silence.

"Right?"

"No way! You like them!" Jett pointed at Yoru, almost bursting into laughter. "No I don't! What gave you that idea!?" The male shouted. The more he denied it, the bigger the blush dusting his cheeks would grow. The more he denied it, the more Jett and Phoenix knew of his feelings. "How many times do I have to tell you! I don't like them!" The male grew angry and stormed off shortly after being laughed at by his own friends. "Come back! Don't go!!" Phoenix laughed as his friend walked away, his figure shrinking by the seconds.

Yoru never really liked opening up to other people especially about love. He wanted to keep his feelings away from everyone, he never wanted anyone to know what emotional layers awaited them. But now, two of the most obnoxious and loud people know that he has a teensy crush. This was definitely going to be an annoying journey.

"You should totally confess." Jett smiled. "Hell no!" Yoru said quickly. "We'll help you!" Phoenix offered. "You two will do nothing but mess it up anyway." The male grumbled. "So so you do like them." Jett gasped. "That's not what I meant!" The male's cheeks flushed of red as he tried his best to hide his feelings which obviously and painfully failed.

"Come on, if you don't confess, I'll tell them you like them." Jett threatened. Yoru had a foul expression on his face, he was practically backed up in a corner with no escape. "Fine. But you better make it good." Yoru finally gave up, submitting the future of his relationship with you to Jett and Phoenix. He basically either signed up for rejection or something that could really spark and change his life.

"Okay so maybe like in the rooftop?" Phoenix suggested. "What, and let Yoru push them off?" Jett joked. Yoru just sat there with no clue of what was happening or what year it was, he sat there listening to Jett and Phoenix's stupid ass ideas that would practically lay out his entire love life.

"Okay, maybe outside the building? Y'know, where the trees are? Trees are romantic, right?" Phoenix said. "Plausible, surprisingly." Jett nodded.

Yoru was basically in his own world, he was thinking of how to confess to you and what to say. If he hadn't put on a poker face, his expression would be the equivalent of "panic"

"So it's settled, now we just need fancy words for him to say." Jett clapped. "Don't worry, Yoru. I had to make an essay about Shakira- I mean Shakespeare when I was in highschool. That dude knows lots about fancy words." Phoenix nodded confidently.

"Say something casual." Jett suggested. "Yeah, don't recite Shakespeare!" Phoenix slammed his fist on the table. "Maybe ahh.. I really like you, if you're free maybee let's bang?" Phoenix snickered. "Shut up, Phoenix!" Jett shouted. "I know what to say already, are we done here?" Yoru sighed. "What is it?" Jett asked. "None of your business, now can I go?" Yoru stood up. "Okay, okay! Let's just revise the plan once more!" Phoenix said, pulling Yoru back down to his seat.

The day finally came, the day where Yoru would finally confess his feelings to you.

Jett asked you to come out the building 8 minutes before the supposed confession. She made up a stupid lie that there was a new agent outside. When she came into your room she was all giddy and excited. She told you to meet someone outside the building. Without much to do you followed her instructions and went outside the building shortly after she left.

"Okay, you remember the plan?" Phoenix whispered. "Yes, you told it to me 7 times in the past 30 minutes." Yoru rolled his eyes. "Give this to her." Phoenix said, pulling out a flower. "A flower?" Yoru scoffed. "Do you want a partner or what?" Phoenix rolled his eyes, shoving the rose into his palms. Jett quickly went back to her friends, telling them the news. "Okay, she's coming!!" Jett giggled. "Go get em rift walker!" Jett whooped, shoving the male out the bush. Yoru grumbled profanities but got out of the bush.

"God, he walks so awkwardly." Phoenix commented.

As minutes pass, you finally came out the building. You looked around and it was dead silent. In the middle was Yoru looking down on the ground embarrassed.

"Evening, Yoru." You smiled which made him jump. "What're you doing here?" You asked. "I just- wanted to ask you something." The male stumbled. "Go on, you can tell me." You chuckled. "Phoenix.. wanted me to give you this." He pulled the rose from his back, giving it to you. You giggled. "Is Phoenix the one who likes me, or do you?" You said, the male froze. "I really like you, Y/n." He mumbled, underneath the moonlight you saw his cheeks flush of red as his bashful eyes averted away from yours. You smiled to yourself, in the light he looked so pretty. "I like you too, Yoru."

You have my heart inside your hands

Baby, be careful what you do with me

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shadowqueen402 · 9 months

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Corpse Maren: Undying Love (Chapter 16)

Everyone all turned to see Caspar and Sia standing there with sinister smiles on their faces. "I always find weddings to be so romantic, wouldn't you all agree?" Sia asked. "Especially since my brother wants a wedding of his own…" She stopped when her gaze landed on Reala who was protecting Aria.

"You…" Reala said to Sia.

"R-Reala!?" Sia cried in shock.

"You!" Reala glared at her bitterly.

"B-But I left you!" Sia stammered. She didn't want to believe that her ex-lover was there.

"You and Caspar left me," Reala grumbled. "For dead." The revelation had caused the corpses in the church to gasp in shock.

"It was you two!?" NiGHTS demanded. "You're both the reason why my sibling never came back!?" They glared harshly at Sia and Caspar.

"I never cared for Reala's well being," Sia explained. "See, when we discovered that our deadbeat father decided to leave everything to our older sister, we were not happy to say the least. Because that would mean that we would never be able to continue living a life of luxury."

"So you robbed his chances of getting married just for your greed!?" Jett barked, his eyes turning indigo.

"But since Reala is now a corpse, he can't get married," Caspar said. "Now, if you excuse me, I have a bride to marry. Come with me, Aria."

"No!" Aria clapped back.

"What!?" Caspar was furious. "You dare tell me no!?"

"The deal is off, Caspar," Roy said. "We've changed our minds. Aria will no longer be marrying you. She will decide who she will wishes to marry."

"And I wish to marry Reala," Aria revealed.

"Let me remind you all something; nobody says no to a Von De Rijkdom!" Caspar snarled as he grabbed Aria by the wrist.

"You take your hands off of her!" Jett growled, readying his powers.

"And who are you to stop us!?" Sia asked, glaring.

"You're answering to us!" Leona said, readying her powers. "Let Aria go!"

Caspar and Sia readied their hidden swords. "Let's dance," They both said.

And just like that, the four clashed at each other.

Aria, her parents, Caspar, and Sia belong to me.

Jett and Leona belong to @jettthespeeddemon

#balan wonderworld #ocs #fanfic #balan #lance #reala #nights

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morallyinept · 4 months

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Grumble, Grumble - A Pero Tovar GIFLET

Uh, Jett, what the heck is a GIFLET?

Just a short 500 words or less drabble, based on inspiration that I got from a GIF. Simples.

Pairing: Pero Tovar x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It's you, bub.)

Word Count: 499

Scoville Smut Rating: None, it's fluff. You’re safe. Very brief mention of Pero's boner.

Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here.

GIFLET MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

Enjoy! 🖤

This GIFLET was inspired by the below GIF 👇🏻Thankies to @rhoorl for my Spanish lesson - translations at the bottom of the story 🖤

He comes in grumbling and gripping at his left shoulder.

Spanish expletives get lodged under his tongue piling up against his teeth, as he tries to find a comfortable position and fails, growling furthermore.

It’s almost as though he never left on his wily travels months ago, leaving you waving him off as his horse disappeared out of view, and returning with wares that were looted from dead men, with bones more battered than when he left.

The house had missed the sounds of his constant discourse for anything and everything, and admittedly, so had you.

You busy yourself with the tin bath, paying his stony grumbling no mind; filling it with hot water and healing salts, despite airing his grievances about it as the familiarity of his tone fills the empty corners of your home again.

You beckon him forward stoutly, and he struggles with his linen undershirt. You pull it up over his head, and he hisses with the pain like a serpent as you strip him of it.

“Enough of your petulance, Pero.” You say, pointing at the tub.

Sighing heavily through his nostrils like a castigated child, he drops his pants and climbs in. You instantly bathe his shoulder, marred purple with the encompassing bruise, the heat from the wash cloth making him groan as he sinks into the water further.

“At least nothing is broken this time. How did this happen?” You ask, noting the mark, as the water trickles down his skin making clear tracks through the dirt that has coated him.

He simply shakes his head and pouts, refusing to answer through dark, sullen eyes.

“You are obstinate as you are filthy. Perhaps your arrogance has sought to reward you with comeuppance, hmm?” You simply smirk as he glares up at you.

“You are pleased with this, eh? Perhaps you do a little dance while you mock me, woman.” Pero grunts, huffing.

“You always like it when I dance.” You confirm with a smile, continuing to wash his scarred body down.

“Cabrón!” You snicker as he pulls your chin towards him, binding you tight against his chest.

“It has been a while, amante.” He reaches forward and hoists you into the tub on top of him.

Water sloshes over the edge of the tin bath and your dress is soaked. He grumbles at the strain of doing so with his shoulder.

“Ah, but you have missed this cabrón, eh?” Pero taunts.

“Perhaps,” you say, trying not to smirk.

He snorts. “I think you lie to yourself,” he says as he gropes your ass lavishly over your saturated dress. You can feel his swelling hardness press into your belly. “Tell me, you missed your filthy, bastard husband, eh?”

Pero presses his dry lips to yours and you sigh contentedly into his mouth tasting and recalling him again.

“Why don’t you show me exactly how much you have missed me, amante?” Pero says, as he hoists your saturated dress up over your bare ass.

Spanish Translations:

Amante - Lover

Cabrón - Bastard

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#pero tovar #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #pero tovar x f!reader #pedro pascal characters #pero tovar the great wall #jett's writing #jett's giflets

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noisydiary · 10 months

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so like. for a little while i've been running over the idea that Iselin still has phantom pain, even though she has a functioning arm- i would imagine it has haptic touch (aka there's arteficial sensors in it that replicate feeling), which make the feeling of phantom pain Even Worse- seeing as she has this arm that functions, and most of the time, feels like a real arm- but its not. that it's a fake and that if she peeled away the metal and the wires, her arm would be there, waiting to wake up. so the pain is doubled, almost- that she has this arm attached to her and it could be real and it's not. this, all in all, is a long winded intro to a stupid idea i'd had following a tiktok i saw: Iselin, running over her prosthetic and wincing as she picks at the cracks in the metal, muttering to herself as she futzes with it. To be fair, she doesn't pick and choose when the damned thing acts up- the ache and soreness in a limb long gone. So, there she sat in the common room, zoning out from the show that Jett was watching.

Seemingly enough, though, Jett picked up on the grumbling- turning away from her show to see Iselin fixated on her arm. As if knowing better, she chimed, "Oh, just stop thinking about it!" Hearing the words, Iselin took a moment to look up, staring straight at Jett with eyes that could kill a man. She pulled her real hand from the metal as a thin smile met Jett's, feigning shock at her suggestion. "…Herlig! It's fixed!"

Confident with that answer, Jett turned back to her show, "Coo-"

In that moment, Iselin's smile fell, as she walked over to Jett- before winding up her left arm with enough power to dent metal, and slapping Jett across the face. "FUCK-" A truer smile came to Iselin, before she pulled her hand back- realising that the ache passed once the haptic sense gave a response to her mind. Chuckling, she pulled back to her seat, "That. Did actually work, thank you." Rubbing the sore spot, Jett scowled, "You didn't have to hit me though..."

#valorant #deadlock #jett valorant #headcanon #rambles

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starrysymphonies · 11 months

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Reading through book 3, only on chapter 3 right after the mindtooth attack

“Jayna and Jett rushed to Liza’s side, sitting her down in the nearest chair. Micah, seeing the state they were in, hurries to the imposter to check for injuries, but Makiva waved him off with a scowl.

‘What is with him these days?’ Micah grumbled as the false Zed headed off to the barracks to clean up.”

Micah goes straight to heal Zed even though his sister is also injured??? Dude, you are NOT hiding anything. Plus he like, very early on has noticed that “Zed” is acting super off

#the gaydar can detect gay people AND possessed people apparently #the adventurers guild book #the adventurers guild #zicah the adventurers guild #Zicah #zed kagari the adventurers guild #micah guerra the adventurers guild #micah guerra #zed kagari

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ellemany · 11 months

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Stressed Out - Chapter IX

<<< Index

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Energy Transfer

Recommended Music: This is me trying - Taylor Swift

The term energy transfer is used to describe the transfer of excitation from one body to another, the same or different, or between groups of the same molecule.

The Chamber body cautiously tries to perform an energy exchange with the Viper body. He just need to know if she will accept it or not.

They died.

He was electrocuted and she was stabbed in the head.

Well, it was an occupational hazard.

When Viper regained consciousness, she was in the Protocol ward, lying on a stretcher and wearing a hospital gown. The healing process was supposed to be over a while ago and they pulled her out of the resurrection chamber so she wouldn't be taking up space. She had a hell of a headache. The muscles tingled. And she had a horrible taste of spoiled bread in her mouth.

Viper sat on the bed dropping a groan, resting her head on the metal backrest. She took a deep breath, with the smell of infirmary hitting her.

- How are you feeling?

Viper could recognize that timbre anywhere. The calm and gentle intonation made him relax. The muscles stopped tingling.

She turned to him. Chamber was on the gurney next to hers, wearing the same hospital gown. He moved the uncomfortable tissue, as if he wanted to get it out of his body as soon as possible. Chamber was out of glasses, which meant he was practically blind. Viper wondered how he knew she was there.

- With a headache. – Her voice came out hoarse. She put her hands together on her lap, playing with her thumbs. - That Jett's reflexes were sharp as hell. - She said, grumpy.

- At least you saw where that came from. - Chamber grumbled, running his hand through his hair.

- I told you it's a bad idea to be in the same place all the time. - Viper spoke with a little contentment, knowing that he had ignored her advice to move tactically.

- But I can always hit at least one. - Chamber argued defensively. - How was I supposed to imagine that psycho Sova would shoot two arrows exactly where I was?

Viper breathed a sigh, squeezing her lips to contain her smile.

- The spike was disarmed? - She controlled her voice so she wouldn't get more fun than she intended.

-Yes... Killjoy used the turret for what it heard.

- Hell, I hate that little robot. - Viper wrinkled her nose, thinking of Killjoy's annoying robot. - My clone must have died trying to destroy that little thing.

- It's very irritating. The boombot too.

- Oh, I still have nightmares about that happy little face...

-Serious? I thought you were the only one. Usually I dream that there's an army of those little things trying to break into my apartment and blow me up in little pieces. - Chamber spoke with fun and almost, almost, made Viper let out a laugh.

They let the silence flood the infirmary. It was light and comfortable. They heard the base moving in the distance. That postmortem moment between them seemed soft, contrasting with the tension of the plane.

-Can we...? - Viper turned to Chamber, waiting for him to speak. His face was facing her, his eyelids almost closing as he tried to see something.

Viper controlled herself so as not to laugh at his face, while also wanting to yell at him for everything that he put her through. She took a deep breath, lifting one of her shoulders.

- Now?

- You want to wait for us to die again? - Your speech was a mixture of humor and nervousness. Chamber snapped his tongue, scratching his eye. - This could be the last time... And... I don't want to wait to find out if it's going to be or not...

Viper wet her lips, thinking that, unfortunately, Chamber was right. They could die on the next mission. It wasn't worth rooting for being resurrected once again to try to solve their issues. Every opportunity, every moment, could be the last.

- Ok… - She spoke without really wanting to face what was to come. She pressed her hands tight in her lap, controlling herself so as not to cross her arms. The scientist sniffed, thinking that more than one last moment, that was a decisive action.

- Ok… - He repeated and bit his lips before he spoke. - I... Why didn't you go on the test of the new projectiles?

Viper raised her eyebrows, surprised that he touched on this subject. She reflected for a moment, recalling when he had spoken to her that he would take the test. Three days ago, when his intonation was that of an ice cube and made her respond in the same way.

- I thought you didn't want me around. - She spoke candidly, remembering how sore her heart was by the way he spoke that day. - So I didn't stay around...

Chamber let out the air, wetting his lips.

- I never said that.

- The way you said it, it looked like. - The words came out quickly, as if her heart wanted to let go of everything that hurt her. - It looks like you... Push me away. - Viper had an ironic laugh. - By the heavens... It even looks like me. - She sniffed, looking the other way, where a curtain was parting her from the other area of the infirmary. She kept analyzing the balls that decorated the fabric. Viper swallowed dry and squeezed her hands. She wasn't used to it at all. - I don't want you to... Be like me... Drowned at work and driving everyone away... I... I know what it's like. And And... Oh, shit. - Viper gave up, hugging herself.

This was the first time she had given a way to express her feelings to anyone. It was weird, embarrassing and... Okay, she was feeling a little lighter, but that didn't mean she didn't want to get in a hole for saying all that out loud.

Viper's arms were hurting by the force with which she held them, her nails stuck in the flesh. She heard Chamber's stretcher creaking and turned around, watching him. Of all the feelings that invaded her, the last one Viper expected to hit her was fun. Since it wasn't every day that she saw Chamber with his arms stretched out like a blind man, trying to reach her. And he was totally lost.

- Can you ou merde! - He slammed his little finger on the corner of one of the tables with medical devices between them, making a grimace. - Why did this have to happen now? - He whimpered, groping the table, trying to locate himself.

Viper let go of the air with a smile, putting her hand on her face afterwards. She shook her head and leaned over the stretcher, holding his wrist.

- This way. - She guided him around the table, helping him get close to her. Viper gave him space to lean on the gurney, moving away a little. - Ready. Better, blind guy? - She raised an eyebrow, with a debauched smile playing on her lips. - Next time I'm going to get you a cane, too.

-Wow!. How funny she is. Ha ha. - He spoke ironically, his face turned toward her. Chamber narrowed his eyes a little. - I don't see you yet.

- No wonder why. - She rolled her eyes squeezing her lips a little to contain another smile.

- Can I be closer?

Viper looked at him for a few seconds, thinking about the proposal. She knew that the closeness Chamber spoke of was enough for her to see that his brown eyes were honey-like. That his nose was a little crooked to the left and that his lips were inches away from hers.

It was the proximity of a kiss.

Viper missed when they got close like that every day.

She decided it was time to kill the many longings she felt.

- Come here. - She touched his arm, pulling him a little.

Chamber climbed on the gurney, groping until he lay on his side. Viper lay on the stretcher facing him, feeling his breath against her skin and his smell instilling her lungs. That colony won't come out even after he dies. Viper was grateful for the good quality of the fragrance that she always liked.

- Better? - She whispered reluctantly, as if to tell a secret to someone special.

-A little. - He responded in the same way, struggling to focus his gaze on her. With his fingertips, he put a lock of her hair behind her ear. The soft touch like a feather was sweet enough for Viper to feel her cheeks warming. She scolded herself for the automatic response of her body. Chamber took a deep breath, pushing his hand away from her and Viper struggled not to hold him to keep him close. - I... I'm sorry I had a fight with you. - His voice transuded his repentance and pain amid the slurred words, each uttered with difficulty. Taking down his pride was harder than it seemed, but, somehow, Chamber managed to keep going. - You tried to do something for me that I didn't even realize I needed and... I was so stressed that I discounted on… Everything I said... Sabine... I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. - Chamber's eyes trembled, as if he wanted to look away, but he didn't. His nose was as red as ever. - Those days you've been away... I think hell must look like what I felt... I don't want to push you away… And I don’t want you stay away from me...

Chamber gave up, looking away. Viper watched him for a few seconds, feeling her heart inflate by that man in front of her like never before. Her remorse dissipated much faster than she expected, giving way to the simple and pure love she felt for him. Looking at his resigned feature after giving that clumsy statement, Viper knew that she didn't want to walk away from Chamber either. On the contrary, she wanted to be close to him. As close as their atoms and the space between them allowed.

She took her hand to his face, stroking his soft cheek with her thumb, feeling that familiar electricity go through her as always when she felt glued to him. He held her hand in his face, closing his eyes. They entered a contemplative silence, digesting everything they just said.

- That's... Weird, huh? - Viper commented, resting her head on her arm.

- Too much weird. - Chamber nodded.

- We can't fight anymore. I don't want to repeat that. - Viper swallowed in dry, wetting her lips.

- Me neither. - Chamber denied it with his head, pulling her hand a little and kissing her wrist.

Viper gave a slight smile and approached him more, supporting her forehead on his, closing her eyes.

- I’m sorry for ruining your kitchen - She muttered, shrugging her shoulders a little as she remembers the stated she left his kitchen.

Chamber gave a corner smile, pressing her hand.

- It's over... I... I can teach you how to make food... We can try again.

Viper let go of the air, thinking of sending a "not in this lifetime" to his proposal.

But giving up trying was never her style.

- Of course we can... - She muttered, passing her arms around him, hugging him affectionately. She listened to his heartbeat and she enjoyed his breath against her, until she remembered something. - Actually... - She tilted her head back, looking at his face. - I think we should do something else first.

As Viper opened a mismatched smile, Chamber made a confused face, with no idea what she was talking about.

>>> Next Chapter

#valorant #valorant fanfiction #valorant viper #valorant chamber #Chiper #Bitemark #Stressed Out #Chapter IX #me trying

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agentark88 · 1 year

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Think: Chapter Eighty-Eight: Quirkphobia

My Hero Academia Fan Fiction by Agent ARK 88

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction using characters and settings from My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not claim any ownership of characters present in this piece that are owned and created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not own My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia.

Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Warnings: This work contains mild language and violence.

Please be aware this piece is in second person perspective, following my original character, Think, Anna Kokoro, who is a transfer student from America.

Chapter Eighty-Eight: Quirkphobia

Bakugo was outside your door the next morning as promised. He was no longer covered in the previous night’s grime. Surprisingly, Shinso actually waved to you on his way by both of you. It was the most positive thing that he’d done since you’d come back. Bakugo flipped him off as he passed, and Shinso returned the favor after lowering his hand from the wave.

Bakugo must have told Kirishima he couldn’t come this morning because he wasn’t anywhere in sight. Bakugo had ripped your backpack off of your back, and he was carrying it along with his own.

“What the hell you got in here? It’s heavy as shit,” he grumbled.

“You can give it back,” you said. “I don’t mind carrying my own stuff. It’s just books.”

Bakugo clicked his tongue. “Just books my ass.” He tightened his jaw. “It’s heavy, not too heavy for me. I’ll carry it.”

You pressed your lips together, trying not to say something else that might upset him.

“I wouldn’t mind us working next to each other during my work-study,” he mumbled out.

“What?” you asked in surprise.

“Don’t read too much into it, Big Brain. I just mean it would be better if I could keep an eye on your clumsy ass while you’re out in the field.” His face flushed. He shifted your bookbag over his shoulder.

“Oh,” you said dejectedly.

“Not that you fall much anymore anyway,” he huffed out.

You faintly smiled at that. You rubbed the back of your neck. “I’ve got a bit of catching up to do since my leave of absence. Can’t really argue about my clumsiness. I’ll do my best so you won’t have to keep an eye on me as much,” you said.

Bakugo shrugged. “I don’t mind keeping an eye on you.” Bakugo tugged absently at his loose school-uniform tie. “But, don’t get used to it, Big Brain.”

“Okay…” you responded, watching his tense expression. “Thank you, Katsuki.”

Bakugo’s eyes widened, but he refused to look back at you. His face turned as red as his eyes. He muttered something about you being an idiot before trekking far ahead. You covered a giggle, picking up the pace to keep up with him.

Bakugo remained with you for the entirety of the day. Jett Gibson and Neito Monoma did not appear once. As Bakugo held the door open for your dorm room at the end of the day, you caught Shinso walking by. He paused in the hallway this time, raising his hand lazily in greeting to you. You raised your hand in return, grinning. Maybe, he was ready to start talking to you again.

Bakugo’s glare flashed over to the teenage boy. “Keep walking, Brain Drain,” he snapped.

“It’s a public space,” Shinso said, content expression falling. “I can do what I want.”

“Feel free to do nothing, like you did when they forced her to leave here,” Bakugo shot back.

Rage filtered through Shinso’s expression. He clenched his jaw. “Don’t act like you know everything I’ve done for her, sacrificed for her.”

“Hitoshi,” you said softly, heart breaking. You never asked him to take on any burdens, especially on your behalf. He was hurting far more than you thought he had been.

Shinso balled his fists at his sides. His glare bore into Bakugo. “You have no right��”

“Bullshit, that I have no right!” Bakugo cut him off. His fingers dug into your dorm door, and the wood cracked. “You knew what happened! I thought you were just suffering like the rest of us, in the dark, not knowing where they’d taken her. I gave you the benefit of the doubt, even stuck my neck out for your shitty attitude, but you knew what had happened the entire time. You didn’t stay awake wondering. You didn’t tear your room apart, hoping to find something to remember her by. You didn’t spend hours trying to find a way to bring her back. You didn’t have to worry. You knew. And, you watched me fear that the worst had happened.” Bakugo released the door from his grip, crossing the hallway toward Shinso.

You grabbed the door before it could slam shut again. Bakugo’s words slowly sunk into your mind. He had worried, worried more than you thought that he had. Aizawa should have been able to give him enough information so that he knew you were okay. Bakugo didn’t have to torture himself like that for you.

Bakugo shoved his finger into Shinso’s face, pointing him out as if he was the culprit for all the pain he’d been feeling. “You didn’t—”

“I did,” Shinso snapped. “I did worry. Is that what you wanted to hear? I spent every night, wondering if I had said or done something different that day that she would have still been in school with us. She gave us a second chance to stay here, or did you forget? We would have been expelled if she hadn’t stuck her neck out for us. So, of course, I was trying to do everything in my power to get her back. I pleaded with Mr. Aizawa to tell me more, tell me where she actually ended up. I didn’t have the pleasure of getting that information. All I knew was that they took her away from here, from me.” Shinso clenched at his chest. “Don’t tell me that I didn’t do anything, when I did everything that I physically could to get her back, but it wasn’t enough.”

Your heart tightened in your chest. Your bottom lip quivered as you realized, even though you were no longer with them, that you were causing them such anguish, such heartache. You shut your dorm door, reaching your hand out toward them meekly.

Bakugo lowered his accusatory finger. “If you think keeping quiet about the last time you saw her was the right thing to do, then you’re a bigger dumbass than I thought you were, Eyebags.” Bakugo clicked his tongue.

“What could you have done even if I told you?” Shinso bit back. “You’re not exactly level-headed about situations, and you eventually found out as much as I did. A lot of help that was. Neither of us found her on our own accord. It took a villain threatening her again to get us to her.”

“I’m standing right here,” you choked out. Tears blurred your vision. “You don’t have to talk about me like I’m not right here.” You clasped your hands together, sniffling pitifully. You tried wiping away at the tears with the palm of your hand to no avail. You knew you looked a mess. You were a mess. “I’m sorry.”

Bakugo and Shinso turned to you in a simultaneous reaction of concern, nearly colliding with each other in the process. They stopped short, scowling at one another.

“Don’t fight because of me. It was my fault. I messed up one too many times. I’m trying to do better,” you said, attempting fruitlessly to quiet your sobs.

“Stop it,” Bakugo snapped at you, which only made you freeze momentarily before you burst into more aggressive tears.

“Really?” Shinso asked Bakugo.

Bakugo glared at him, but he refused to respond further. Shinso slowly approached you, keeping his hands firmly in his pockets.

“Kitten, it’s not your fault,” Shinso said softly. “No one thinks it’s your fault you left. Not even Mr. Aizawa.”

“But, it is my fault.” You clenched your fingers over the bottom hem of your skirt, fidgeting with the pleats restlessly. “It’s because of my quirk that I kept getting attacked. Sure, it wasn’t fair for my parents to blame U.A. for what had happened, and I can’t help sleepwalking, but I should have laid low. It’s my own fault that I keep getting so much attention. It’s me. If I could just… I should have just…” You bit hard into your bottom lip.

Bakugo’s and Shinso’s eyes widened at your confession.

“You and your quirk aren’t the problem, Anna. Your parents filling your head with those anti-quirk ideas are the problem,” Bakugo said.

“They were attacked because of me too,” you choked out.

“No, they weren’t,” Shinso said. “You’re not to blame for what villains do.”

“I am. This time I am,” you confessed because you truly an honestly knew that it was your fault. Kobura attacking your parents was your fault. All you wanted to do was get back into U.A., and Kobura knew how to do it. He hurt your parents for you.

“What are you on about?” Bakugo asked.

“It’s my fault.” You tugged absently at your braid, feeling like you wanted to curl up in a corner.

“Kitten, calm down,” Shinso gently said.

“My quirk is—”

“Anna! Will you stop it? Your quirk has nothing to do with you being forced out of this school. This school was built for quirk users. Nothing you did or have done has ever been out of hatred. Nothing that has happened to you is your fault. It’s the damn Extras around you that’s the problem. So, stop your blubbering.” Bakugo scowled, jerking his head in the direction of Shinso. “Eyebags and I aren’t fighting anymore, so you can stop beating yourself up over it, alright? We just want you to be okay.”

Your gaze darted between the two of them, small sobs still escaping your gasping mouth. “You’re not upset with me?” you asked.

“Of course not,” Bakugo snapped back. “It’s not your fault.”

Erratic breathing replaced the crying. Shinso adjusted his posture, leaning toward you. His hand was out, but he didn’t try to touch you.

“Breathe, Kitten. You’re okay. Everything is okay,” Shinso said. He offered out his hand, and you latched onto it. He drew small circles over your knuckles with his thumb.

Slowly but surely, your breathing regulated. The tears dried and embarrassment set in. Shinso let you release his hand in your own time, but as soon as you had detached from each other, Bakugo swept in. It frightened you how quickly his hands were on your face. His thumbs brushed away your tears, and he helped fix your posture, your hair, and your clothing.

“Was that at all necessary?” Shinso asked, rolling his eyes.

“It’s like it never happened,” Bakugo said softly to you. “And, we’ve talked about this before. You need to be kinder to yourself, Anna.”

This earned a disconcerted noise from Shinso, but Bakugo ignored him. As if to avoid upsetting you further, Bakugo helped you back over to your dorm room. He helped you open the door, holding it like he had done before. He cringed as his fingers settled into the damage that he’d done to the door.

“You need to rest,” he said, gently ushering you inside your room.

You glanced back at Shinso. Bakugo noticed but held back a snide remark. Shinso gave you a reassuring smile, lopsided as it usually was, charming.

“Go ahead, Kitten. We’re all good here. You don’t need to worry about us. We can behave when we want to,” Shinso said.

Bakugo clenched his jaw but shrugged when your attention shifted toward him again. You finally entered your room, and Bakugo gently shut the door behind you. He tested the door before he left to make sure he hadn’t broken it. You barely heard Bakugo and Shinso exchange muffled words, before it went quiet again.

…

You were startled awake by an explosion rattling your wall. You shot out of bed, and you reached the door in an instant. Your fingers brushed the cold metal handle, and hesitation coiled its tendrils around you. Before you could contemplate why you’d reacted in such a way, another blast shook your wall. You ripped the door open, turning in the direction of the noise.

Jett Gibson grinned smugly up at Katsuki Bakugo. The two of them were no more than three feet away from your door. Bakugo’s palm was smoldering, planted just above Gibson’s head, on the wall, as if he’d been threatening him only moments before. Jett’s orange eyes shifted. His gaze met yours, and a shiver ran through his body.

“Don’t even look at her,” Bakugo snapped, slamming his hand into Jett’s chest. He bared his teeth like a beast at him. He’d gotten riled up before, sure, but it didn’t seem like Bakugo to get physical like that with another student, especially when he’d tried so hard not to in the classroom earlier.

“W-what’s going on?” you managed.

“This Extra was just passing by, weren’t you?” Bakugo growled out into Jett’s face.

Jett didn’t even flinch. His attention was wholly on you, your movements. It didn’t make sense. He was acting like Bakugo wasn’t the threat at all. He was acting like you were the most powerful thing in the hallway.

“I came to apologize,” Jett said with a shaky voice.

“Bullshit!” Bakugo snapped, pressing his forearm into Jett’s neck. “Don’t listen to a word this prick says.”

“I’m not sure why you’re being so violent when I have yet to attack you,” Jett said calmly back to Bakugo.

“You know exactly what set me off. Don’t play dumb,” Bakugo snarled at him. You had no idea how long the two of them were talking before you’d appeared, but it was enough to make Bakugo practically seethe.

“Katsuki, give him a chance to talk,” you said.

Bakugo’s eyes widened. A muscle feathered in his clenched jaw. “He’s done enough talking. And, if you try that persuasion bullshit on me again, Extra, that wall’s not the only thing that will be smoldering, got it? I’ve dealt with far more suggestion quirks than yours, asshole.” Bakugo glanced in your direction, before he was back on Jett. “You try anything else with her, and you’re dead.” Bakugo paused, scanning the boy in front of him. He took a step back, releasing Jett, but ready to jump back in if need be.

Jett swept back his disheveled hair. His hands shook between the strands. “As I was saying, I came to apologize.” Jett couldn’t seem to meet your eyes.

You crossed your arms over your chest, willing to hear him out but not really sure how to respond.

“I know I have been cruel to you in the past, but there was a reason for my behavior,” Jett said. From his back pocket, Jett procured a white rose. “I shouldn’t have acted so deplorably before, but you have to understand, I hadn’t realized how powerful you’d become.” He twisted the rose between his fingers, a thorn pricking his thumb. “If I’d known what your quirk actually was back then, things might have been different. Everyone thought you were weird, that you used their thoughts against them, and I thought the same. When you confessed to me, I just thought you were using me, so I got scared—”

Bakugo clicked his tongue. Impatience practically steaming out of his ears. He kept his words to himself, as you’d yet to speak.

“I liked you too,” Jett admitted.

You blinked at him, remembering the cruelty in his actions, in his words all those years ago. You carried that scar from your past for so long. It was hard for you to believe that he actually liked you. Those feelings that you had had for him had long since been dead and gone. After being rejected, you were heartbroken. You knew the kind of person Jett was, and it was anything but what you had known of him when he was your friend.

“You’re lying,” you said, feeling your past child-self quiver with anxiety. It had taken you so long to trust people again, and you wouldn’t be so easily swayed by honeyed words.

“But, I did really like you. If I had confessed my own feelings in front of everyone, our classmates would have just tormented us both.” Jett put his hands together, the rose hanging lifelessly in his grasp. “Don’t be selfish, Shortcake. You have to see things from my perspective. You would have done the same thing in my position.”

“She would have never—” Bakugo’s enraged retort was cut off by a pleading look from you. He shifted his offensive stance, fingers quaking and ready to fight. He held his tongue, only because it was you.

You eased forward, keeping your face as emotionless as you could. Jett smiled in eagerness. He held out the rose toward you, anticipating you to reciprocate his “feelings.” The way he held it toward you was like someone holding out a snack for a rabid predator. He seemed exhilarated yet terrified by your approach, and you began to put the pieces together in your mind. He was scared of you, of what you had become.

You reached out for the ghostly flower. Bakugo looked ready to spring on you both. His eyes tracked your hand the entire way to the bloom. Bakugo shook his head, scowling.

You picked the rose from Jett’s hand, feeling past emotions rush through you like a summer wind. He was the only one who had shown you any form of kindness back then. He broke your heart, that much was undeniable, but it couldn’t have all just been to rip you apart. At least, that’s what you wanted to think.

“I’d given you a red rose, hoping you would have accepted my feelings for you. You’d shown me such kindness…” Your finger prodded at one of the white petals. Strands of memory surfaced in your mind. Your hair floated on an invisible breeze. You hesitated for a moment, glancing up at Jett.

Jett was frozen in place. His smile had tensed. There wasn’t affection behind those eyes. He sought to make amends because he knew what you’d become, but if he had actually cared about you the way that you thought he did, he would have known that you yourself hadn’t changed. Or, maybe, in some ways, you had. Your quirk and power were the only visible changes that had happened, but on the inside, you had changed. You were no longer the scared little girl who would do anything to hide her quirk.

You glanced at Bakugo. His expression was almost the exact opposite of Jett’s. Emotion creased the corners of his eyes. A vague sense of worry put tension in his jaw as his attention shifted between you and the flower. He kept his fidgeting hands at bay, although his instincts to protect you were obvious by the way sweat glistened off of his skin.

You gave Bakugo a weak smile. No, you hadn’t changed much. You were just able to express yourself better now. You let your mind stream toward Jett’s, letting him see what you saw of him, before that day: the hours of mindless conversations, the care in which he took to make sure you were smiling, and the evening walks you’d shared together. You played games when you were younger, heroes and villains. Though you both always wanted to be the hero, and you cried when you ever had to pretend to be mean to him. He’d always share half of his cookie with you when your parents weren’t looking. He’d always make sure to slow down his pace when you couldn’t keep up. You didn’t show him how things had changed, drawing your mind back before the rumors began to spread about your quirk. You didn’t show him the bullies that would wait for him to leave. You didn’t want to show him slowly slipping away from the good times, though you knew it was happening.

Things were different now. You’d almost forgotten the good times because they’d been overshadowed by the bad, by that day. You wished you never handed him that rose. You might have been able to become friends again. Things might have been different.

Jett stumbled a bit back after you stopped sharing the past. You saw the confusion. He didn’t remember those times like you did, did he? You cupped your hand around the head of the flower. Jett’s eyes widened. You gently lifted the rose with your quirk, sending it back to him.

“You had been kind to me in the past. I’m afraid my feelings have changed since then. I can’t accept this. I’m sorry,” you said.

“But…” Jett was at a loss for words. He stared at the floating flower in utter horror, afraid to grasp it out of the air. “You liked me. You couldn’t possibly think that you’re better off without me—”

Bakugo let out a low growl. His patience was wearing thinner by the minute. You stood firm in your resolve, knowing now that you had moved on. Things were better for you. With friends like Bakugo, Shinso, Kirishima, and Shoto, you weren’t alone anymore.

“Things aren’t the same anymore.” You smiled bitterly, turning your gaze downward. “You started treating me poorly, but I forgive you for that. We were much younger then after all. I want to move on from the pain.” You shrugged. “I hope we can become friends again, like we were in the past. But, I don’t think we could ever be exactly like we were when things were the best, and that’s okay.”

Jett’s eyebrows furrowed. “You forgive me?”

Bakugo visibly tensed at the coarseness of the question. Your resolve wavered.

“I didn’t do anything wrong. How can you forgive me?” Anger rippled away from Jett like a wave of heat. The hesitation within him flickered. He aggressively snatched the flower from the air, and you felt the forcefulness against the ebbing strand of your mind. He crushed the flower like he’d done so many times before. “You should be begging me for forgiveness! I-I don’t care what your quirk has become. You’re the one that’s wrong here.”

You winced, taking a step back.

“That didn’t take long, asshole,” Bakugo snapped, taking your sudden change in posture and demeanor as a form of permission, as he drew back a sparking palm to make contact with Jett.

“You won’t touch me, dog!” Jett yelled at him. His modulation quirk grated on your senses with harsh vigor, as you felt the persuasive vibrations in his throat being released.

Bakugo’s hand stopped inches from Jett, as if hitting an invisible wall. You cupped your hands over your ears to keep out the strange sound of Jett’s voice. A door down the hallway creaked open. A dimly lit figure plodded out into the hallway. Shinso’s disheveled indigo locks shifted into the light as he leaned back.

“What is all the damn noise for? Some of us are trying to get to sleep. Don’t you think you should find somewhere else to be idiots?” he called out groggily. His bare chest and loose-fitting blue pants reflected his exhaustion. He spotted you first and then Jett and Bakugo in a frozen battle.

“Mind your—” Jett’s voice caught in his throat. He had answered a direct question from Shinso, and he was now under his quirk’s power.

Shinso grinned like Aizawa as he approached Jett from behind. “How about you mind your manners and go to bed?” Shinso’s slender fingers clamped around the boy’s shoulder. He leaned down to whisper into Jett’s ear. “While you’re at it, I’m going to give you a little suggestion of your own. Leave Anna Kokoro alone. If you see her, you’ll turn away and won’t say a word, got it? Now, go.”

Jett obeyed. His zombie-like form marched in the direction of where you could only assume was his dorm room. Shinso watched Jett’s retreating form with exhausted amusement. Bakugo finally shook off Jett’s previous suggestion, freeing himself just as Jett had entered the stairwell. He spat out a string of swear words, glaring at Shinso.

“Took you long enough,” Bakugo snapped.

Shinso shrugged off the comment. “You didn’t invite me to your little face-off. I’m just glad there will be some peace and quiet in this hallway. You were causing a damn racket out here.” Shinso’s violet eyes slid back toward you. “Kitten, you good?”

You straightened, nervously fidgeting with a loose strand of hair. “Yeah,” you said softly. But, you weren’t sure if you were or not. Things had happened so fast. You were glad that you stuck up for yourself, but it didn’t turn out the way that you had hoped for.

Shinso’s gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, before sleep drew a long yawn from his lips. “If you need me, you know where to find me,” he said drearily.

Shinso stood still for a breath or two, maybe, to give you time to request him to stay, but you didn’t. Shinso slowly made his way back into his room; the click of the door being shut sent a wave of dread through you. You gulped, hands shaking. You crossed your arms awkwardly over your chest to keep the quivering from showing.

It was only you and Bakugo now. His vermillion gaze watched you tentatively, seeing right through you, like it did everyone else. He crossed the hallway, his calloused hand already on your elbow, guiding you toward your door.

“Let’s get you back to bed,” he said.

Bakugo waited for you to unlock your dorm room door, before, surprisingly, he guided you inside. The door shut behind both of you, and you gasped in a breath as Bakugo’s arms circled you in protection. He put his face on your shoulder, making it difficult for you to turn back to him.

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t more careful. I was trying to take care of it myself.” Bakugo let out a breath of air that sent heat from your neck all the way up to your reddening cheeks.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “Did you stay out there all night because you were worried Jett would come to my dorm?”

Bakugo clicked his tongue, but it was half-hearted. “I wasn’t worried.” He shifted, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, a surprising amount of affection coming from him. “I just wanted to make sure…” he trailed off. “I knew that prick would try to mess with you again. He’d be an idiot to try something with me around you, so I thought he might confront you when you were alone.” Bakugo buried his face closer to your neck, when you tried to get a peek at his expression. “I’m glad that I did stay because he did try something, but I had to lie to Mr. Aizawa to do it. I think Aizawa knew what I was up to because he looked ready to drag my ass to bed when I told him that I was going to the common area kitchen.”

You stiffened in Bakugo’s hold. “What if you would have gotten in trouble?” you asked, but you suddenly felt relieved that he had been out there the whole time. Had you had to confront Jett yourself, things would have gone very differently.

“It wouldn’t have been anything new,” Bakugo grumbled out. “Besides, it was worth it to make sure you were okay.” He tightened his grip on you as if you’d suddenly disappear. He breathed in shakily. “That Extra doesn’t deserve you in his life. He doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you.”

“What?” you asked.

“I wanted to rip him apart for accusing you of being the reason for his cruelty. I know damn well that he was the one that chose to mistreat you.” Bakugo pulled his head back, turning his face away from you. “Still, I admire your ability to see the best in people. You were willing to give him another chance, and he didn’t deserve it, but you still offered to let him start over.” Bakugo sighed. “You can forgive what happened in the past?” His last statement came out like a nervous question, as if he was asking it to reassure himself of something.

You tilted your head, trying to get a better look at Katsuki’s face. Still, he kept it out of your line of sight. When you tried to wriggle your way out of his arms, he only snuggled closer to you. If he squeezed you any tighter, it would be difficult for you to breathe.

“I think I am more willing to forgive people because I would want them to forgive me too,” you said. “I’m not always going to make the right decision based on the circumstance, and, maybe, people act certain ways because they think it’s what they should do. I can’t fault them for trying to do what they believe is best.”

Bakugo scoffed. “You don’t need to apologize to anyone for anything you’ve done. You’re by far the kindest person that I’ve ever met. Any decision you make will always be the right one.”

“I’m not perfect, Katsuki,” you said.

“I’m not perfect either, Anna,” he replied. “It may seem like I’ve got all my shit together, but I’m not perfect, and I’m starting to hate that everyone else thinks that I have to be. I know I run my mouth, always saying that I’m going to be number one, but it’s just what I believe in.”

You pressed your lips together, falling quiet. Bakugo let you go, but you stayed still, feeling his emotion ripple over you like a somber wave.

“I can be the number one hero without changing who I am, can’t I?” Bakugo asked. “I don’t want what happened in my past to hold me back.”

“Why would your past hold you back?” you asked. You turned to him, and his calmness crumbled under your gaze.

He crossed his arms over his chest. A muscle tightened in his jaw. “I was a little shit back then, and I’m starting to realize it now.” His shoulders tensed as if speaking constricted his body with anxiety. “Gibson, that was that asshat’s name, right? He started out nice, or at least that’s what it seemed like, and then he was an asshole, and then he continued to be an asshole.” Bakugo tapped his foot impatiently, struggling to explain himself. “I didn’t start out nice. All I cared about was my power, and I dictated my behavior on that. I trampled over those that were weaker than me because I could. I’m afra—” Bakugo’s gaze met yours, cutting himself short. “Seeing that Damn Nerd Deku here and meeting you, it just slowly started hitting me that I wasn’t a good person. I hadn’t acted like a good person. I’m still not a good person. I don’t feel like I can be forgiven for something like that.”

“You are a good person,” you said.

Bakugo smiled bitterly. “You say that because you are a good person. You can see the best parts of me, but you don’t know who I used to be.” Bakugo shrugged. “I’m not even sure why you give me that much understanding. I’m pretty rotten to you too.”

“You’re a better person than you think that you are,” you corrected. “You’re right. I don’t know who you were in the past.”

Bakugo clicked his tongue. “Yeah, you didn’t,” he said in disappointment.

“But, I know that you’ve changed since then, not in the way that you think everyone is forcing you to, but for yourself. I know you’ve grown up because I did too, at least a little from when I was little. We were just kids, Katsuki. We are still kids, but we’re much older now. We know a lot more about who we want to become.” You shrugged, giving him a warm smile. “I would have never been able to forgive Jett back then. I would have been too scared. But, with what I’ve learned, with you by my side, I had the strength to be the better person.”

Bakugo’s face reddened. “I had nothing to do with it.”

“You can deny it all you want,” you teased. “I’m stronger because of you. And, I hope that you’re stronger because of me too. I think you’re a better person than you realize, and I’m not just saying that because I’m kind. Everyone sees it. It’s why our classmates turn to you in complicated situations. It’s why you have ‘The Bakusquad.’” You giggled when he frowned at the name of his friend group. “I think it’s also why Midoriya still tries so hard to keep up a relationship with you. I don’t know what the two of you used to be, friends, neighbors, or just classmates, but I can tell he sees something kind in you too.”

“I don’t care what that Damn Nerd thinks about me,” Bakugo snapped.

Your smile faded. Bakugo’s gaze flickered on you again, and he let out a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I only care about what you think of me,” he admitted. “And, if you think that I’m a ‘good’ person, then I guess that’s all that matters.”

You froze, feeling heat rush to your face in embarrassment. “I-I…” You weren’t sure what to say.

Bakugo crossed the room, standing only a couple of inches away from you. You blinked up at him in surprise, your gaze trailing the crimson brushing his own cheeks. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, releasing butterflies into your stomach.

“Get some more rest before morning, Anna. I didn’t mean to keep you up so late.” He pulled away, leaving warmth where his lips had been. Bakugo left your room, leaving you to wonder if your late-night conversation all had just been some weird dream. But, the ghostly feeling of his lips on your cheek still remained.

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