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jazzthatonewriterchick · 7 months ago

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What The Heart Desires ❤️💚 (BakuKiriMina x Black!F!Reader 18+ Short Fic)

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Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Kirishima Ejirou x Mina Ashido x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which two lonely-hearted girls make a wish on a star one Christmas Eve for their hearts’ desires: a Daddy Dom. What they don’t expect that night after their annual Christmas party is to receive that wish in two. When their very special party guests and secret crushes show up unannounced at their door proclaiming their romantic feelings and that these two cuties are theirs, what will our two lonely hearts do? Will they have to choose?

Tags: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Pro!KiriBakuMina (Late 20s-Early 30s); Bimbo!sub!Mina x Bimbo!sub!Reader; Dom!KiriBaku; Fantasy; Comedy; Size Difference; Aphrodisiac; Dubcon/R*pe; Body/Chest Worship; Scar Appreciation; Foreplay; Messy Kissing; Spit Play; Cum Play; S*x w/ S*x Toys; Anal Play; Spanking; Choking; Hair-Pulling; Degradation/Praise; Daddy Kink; DDLG; Mild BDSM; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Slutifcation; Objectification; Multiple Positions (Doggystyle, Missionary, Daisy Chain, etc.); Polyamorous; Everyone Is Bi; Mutual Os; Creampies; Ownership; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: I had this idea pop into my head after a deep craving for Kiri & Bakugou together under my Christmas tree. I wanted to write something funny & dumb but also sexy, sappy & cute for the holidays. I hope y’all enjoy! -Jazz ❤️❤️

Chapters: ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. BONUS CHAPTER.

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ONE: Them Winter Blues

T’is the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a single thing is stirring. Not even a mouse.

Except for the many party guests cramped together in one cozy little home for a Christmas party. The house is straight out of a Hallmark Christmas movie—all cookie-cutter-like with its snow-covered brick roof and chimney pumping with smoke, fake candy cane-coated lawn, and bushes covered in twinkling Christmas lights. The owners of the pretty house are big holiday lovers.

Clearly. Anyone who threw a holiday party would be!

The home is filled with loved ones, coworkers, and friends of friends, laughing, chatting, and chatting eggnog and wine. Christmas music plays from the television overhead the fireplace mantle and the Christmas tree glittering with ornaments in the corner of the room is surrounded with party gifts for the hosts.

Everyone is feeling the Christmas spirit….except for the hosts.

Or rather one host in particular: you.

You aren’t quite feeling the Christmas spirit or the joys of the holidays as you usually do around this time of year. You’re usually chipper. Happy. Overjoyed, even!

You can never find anything better than enjoying your family, friends and your beautiful, amazing girlfriend Mina at a Christmas party in your cozy home, where the warm-baked goods fill you up and eggnog is overflowing. Not to mention decorating the tree, enjoying the snowfall, and snuggling up on the couch to binge Freeform’s 25 Days of Christmas marathon.

But not this Christmas. This coming month and this particular annual Christmas party that you and Mina, you’re not quite feeling the effects of the twinkling lights or delicious eggnog. You’re not getting those warm, fuzzy feelings in your stomach as you sit on the couch among your loved ones and meet other warm, friendly people.

You thought that your and Mina’s annual Christmas party that you throw every year at your cozy house would do you well. But so far, it hasn’t. And it’s all because of the warm, loving couple that you’ve had your eye on since they arrived.

They snuggle up in a chair next to the roaring fireplace, the two girls sitting on their boyfriend’s lap. You know them from the next block over, having met them at community meetings and block parties.

They are perfect together, the three of them. Three peas in a pod. The loving man in his suit has his arms wrapped around his two girls in their party dresses, whispering sweet nothings to them.

You sigh wistfully to yourself. Though you have such a sweet, loving perfect girlfriend, sometimes you just feel…empty. Like you’re missing something. Oh, how you wish you could find what this beautiful throuple has.

“Right, Y/N?” your girlfriend suddenly asks.

You turn to her, staring into her big, golden eyes and perfect, pink lips glossy with her favorite Fenty Beauty lipgloss. She’s wearing an emerald green cocktail dress that brightens her pink skin, her curvy yet toned body filling out every part of it.

Your Mina is truly a gift. So many people around the world think so too. As the pro hero Pinky, why wouldn’t they?

She and the others, your mutual friends, are staring expectantly at you on the couch. “Huh?” you dumbly ask. Your friends immediately begin laughing, humored by your adorableness.

You instantly feel your body flush with embarrassment and you grip your glass of wine tighter. “S-Sorry, I spaced out. What were we talking about?”

Denki snorts next to Mina, nudging her in the side. “Must be too much of that wine,” he jokes. Jiro aka Earjack scoffs and smacks his chest, sitting on his lap. “Says you, Mr. Sloppy,” she mutters, squealing when he pokes her side.

Mina is happy to fill you in. “Sero here was just talking about how good your cookies are and I was telling him that you make it all from scratch.”

Sero aka Cellophane vigorously nods from beside Denki, his mouth full of Christmas cookies that you baked especially for this party. “It’s true,” you reply, forcing a smile. You originally would be over the moon from the compliment, but it doesn’t even give you a stir.

Sero’s eyes widen. “Even the dough?! Seriously?!” Jiro cringes at the pro talking with his mouth full, turning away to sip her wine.

“Well, she is a baker, Hanata,” Mina chuckles, placing a hand on your knee. Her touch and her gushing over your occupation only does so much to overjoy you.

You originally met Mina five years ago when she saved your bakery from being demolished by a villain. From then on, she always visited and you always gave her a free treat with the super girly Frappuccinos she would often order. You still can’t believe you managed to bag a pro hero for your partner, but you’ve never been happier with your choice.

Sero winks at you, ever the charmer. “Don’t remind me. I’m already makin’ a plan to ransack that bakery for me and Denki’s NYE party. You two are comin’, right?” You nod despite not being able to even think ahead to another party. “Boy, I hope Santa puts you under my tree tonight if you can bake like this,” he jokes. “That’s all I want for Christmas.”

Mina scoffs and smacks his side, making him hiss in pain. Denki hugs Jiro close to him, running a hand down her back. “All I want is a new suit upgrade. What about you three cuties?”

“Definitely a new motorcycle,” Jiro chuckles. “And a haircut.” She runs a hang down her long bang that cascades down the right side of her face while the left is shaven.

Mina snuggles next to you, sipping her wine. “I want BTS to go back on tour,” she giggles, making Denki and Sero roll their eyes while Jiro’s light up like a Christmas tree. As a secret K-POP stan, she approves. “What about you, babe? What do you want for Christmas this year?”

You take a moment to think about it. “Um…” You pause, not sure if you should lie. Mina always knows when you lie! But then again, you aren’t sure how they would all feel about you blurting that your Christmas wish is for a third piece to your and Mina’s puzzle.

Even more than that. A Dom. But only from one person…or two people that you know would fit the bill for you. Two people who aren’t here right now.

You must have been quiet for some time because Mina puts a hand on your knee, her eyes concerned. “Y/N?” she worriedly asks. “What’s wrong?”

Quickly, you brain moves to focus on something to make an issue out of. “O-Oh, we’re just out of cookies, it looks like!” You pick up the Santa plate and quickly stand. “I’ll go get some more. You guys stay here.”

Quickly, you rush off to the kitchen in your heels and red sweater dress that hugs your body, making your thighs and ass look so squeezable and your skin look vibrant. The kitchen is empty, filled with only extra snacks and bottles of alcohol from your guests.

Finally away from the prying eyes and the PDA from the throuple, you take a deep breath. You press the Santa plate to your hammering heart, doing your very best to calm its erratic beating. You hate feeling like this! You can’t even enjoy your annual Christmas party with your amazing girlfriend and your friends.

Speaking of your amazing girlfriend, she sneaks in behind you and wraps her arms around your waist. You instantly know it’s her judging by the sweet, intoxicating vanilla cream frosting body mist she wears on her skin. She leans her chin on your shoulder, fitting perfectly because of how short she is.

“Hey, you,” she softly says. “You disappeared on me. Us weirdos gettin’ on your nerves?” You turn around in her arms, still holding the plate. “Never,” you sigh. “I’m sorry, I’m just…feeling kinda tired.”

You feel a pang of guilt for lying to her. You never lie to Mina about anything! She pouts those pretty, pink lips at you, her face soft with worry. “Baby, why don’t you rest and let me handle the snacks? You’ve been on your feet for the past two days baking!”

And you have. Mina can’t bake for shit, so you took it upon yourself to bake the Christmas cookies and min-cupcakes dressed up like mini Santa hats. “Is there something else wrong?” she whispers. “You’ve seem so…I dunno….off tonight. Is your social battery running low?”

You look down at your shoes, ashamed. Yes, your social battery has been on about E for hours now, but you feel more ashamed admitting that it would be better if your two guests of honor showed up.

However, Mina’s soft-eyed look makes you feel as if it’s okay to admit that you’re hoping to see the hot-headed platinum blonde and sweet, kind-eyed redhead tonight. Both tall, standing about six-foot-something towering over you and Mina. Both built like twin Adonises. Both kind in their own ways and top-notch, passionate pro heroes.

Both hot. Both sexy. Both sporting piercings and tattoos that make you swoon every time you see them. It is safe to say that you are down bad for both Bakugou Katsuki and Kirishima Ejirou, longtime friends of yours and Mina’s.

“I-I just hope Kiri and Bakugou come,” you weakly say. “We have their presents wrapped and ready for them, so…”

Bakugou and Kiri had accepted your and Mina’s invitation to your party two weeks ago when you sent them invites to their agency. Kiri had said they would both be there if duty didn’t call, even calling you to tell you to save them a spot.

You and Mina hurried to buy them special gifts for Christmas that day…as good hostesses and because you always give your guests gifts, you had to! Maybe you went a bit overboard with Kiri and Bakugou though. But now, they aren’t here and you feel as if your special gifts will go to waste.

“Baby!” Mina laughs, squeezing you in a hug. “You’re acting like we can’t just give them the gifts later! You know that we’re all friends, right?”

You are. You met Bakugou and Kiri through Mina after she invited you to a party at their heroes agency. You brought cookies shaped as Bakugou’s blasters and Kiri’s RR belt that the guests got a kick out of and you have been close ever since. Unfortunately, your crushes on the two pros also developed and have grown overtime as well, but you know better than to act on it. The possibility of ruining your and Mina’s relationship and friendship with Bakugou and Kiri scares you more than anything.

“I know, I know,” you sigh, feeling even stupider now. “It would just be nice to see them.” Mina nods in understanding, comfortingly stroking your back. “I know how you feel. They said they’d come around if they weren’t busy, but around Christmas time, almost every pro hero is busy.”

You sigh to yourself, gripping the plate tighter. She’s right. Luckily for you and her, you clocked in your extra hours, refusing to work on Christmas Eve when your party was planned for the day already.

However, some pros decide to work during the holidays for extra pay and because Musutafu, in all of its increasing wonder and crime, is usually vulnerable around Christmas due to petty theft and villains looking for their big break.

With Bakugou aka Dynamight being rated pro hero #2 and Kiri aka Red Riot being at #4, they are in high demand in their line of work. But dammit, if Deku and Shoto, sitting at #1 and #3, can show up at your party, why can’t they?!

Seeing the hurt on your face, Mina moves the plate out of the way and places it on the couch. The party rages on outside, the guests singing a bad rendition to the Jackson 5 Christmas Album. “Are you sure that’s all it is?” she whispers, raising an eyebrow at you.

You button your lip, refusing to tell her the true reason you’re so down. You can’t have her thinking that she isn’t enough as a girlfriend. “You know, if you really aren’t feeling this, we can cut the party short and—“

“What?!” you exclaim, your stomach dropping. “No way! We didn’t even get to exchange gifts or do our Christmas toast! Plus you didn’t decorate this place just for the party to end so soon.” Mina smiles at you, gently stroking your cheek. “A cute little host through and through,” she says, admiration in her tone.

You practically melt under her touch. “We both are,” you giggle, squeezing her hand. “Don’t you worry, babe. I’m fine!” You plaster on a big smile and peck her on the lips to reassure her. “Now let’s get back to our party.” Your girl smiles at you and it is enough to make the snow outside of your cozy house melt.

But as Mina exits the kitchen with more cookies, your phone dings on the charger set up by your trusty coffee machine. “Hang on, I’ll be right there!” you call before reaching for your phone. At the sight of Kiri’s contact blinking on your screen, your heart does a somersault. He called. And he left a voicemail.

Did he come? Are he and Bakugou outside and you just missed their call? Quickly, you pick up your phone and punch in your code to listen to the voicemail, biting back your dumb little smile. You are extremely down bad.

You know it as soon as you hear the redhead’s deep, raspy voice curling in your eardrum. “Hey, Y/N, it’s Kiri,” he says. “I don’t know why I just said ‘cause you know it’s me.”

His sheepish little laugh is both endearing and sexy. In the background, Bakugou grunts in agreement above the sound of squealing tires. “I don’t know why either, dumbass,” he grumbles, his gravely, growly voice like an aphrodisiac to you.

“Anyways,” Kiri sighs, “I’m sorry to call so last minute, but we were on our way over to your house, but the HSPC called us. Apparently, there’s a villain attack downtown that they need us for.” He huffs to himself and you picture him rolling his vermillion eyes. “The job never ends.”

Oh, don’t you know it. Mina often comes in from work haggard from patrols and missions that may call for days apart from each other. Those times apart can be hard on two needy little lover girls like you and her, but you make it work.

“We’ll try to come over later, so your ass better stay awake,” Bakugou growls, pausing to cuss at a honking car. “You and Pinkie. We’ve got these gifts here for you that we paid at least a couple thousand for.”

Your heart flips at his slip of the tongue. They bought gifts for you?

“Bakugou!” Kiri whines. “You’re not supposed to tell ‘em we got gifts for ‘em!”

“Then what the fuck are we goin’ over here for?” Bakugou barks. “It’s true, ain’t it?”

You giggle at the hot-headed pro, always snapping and barking. Bakugou sometimes reminds you of a chihuahua, but unlike those tiny, bug-eyed dogs, Bakugou actually does look like he could kill someone with his stone-cold gaze, toned muscles, and sadistic smile while fighting villains…and may try to. For good reason.

Kiri is the exact opposite. While his big, buff appearance, tatted arms, and piercings give off the impression of a bad-blooded man, he is as sweet and cuddly as a teddy bear. But like Mina, if you ever cross someone he cares about, he will absolutely fuck you up…after trying to talk about it, of course. Total opposites, yet he and Bakugou make a great team.

“Anyways,” Kiri continues, “we’ll try to stop by tonight and if not tonight, then tomorrow. We hope you have a wonderful night and a Merry Christmas. Wish we were there with you.”

He says the last words so softly that you almost miss them, but once you catch them, they send you on a high that will last at least all night.

Another car honks and Bakugou swears. “Shit, Kiri, watch the goddamn road!” he shouts. “There’s a giant fuckin’ snowman right there tossin’ cars n’ shit!” You hear something that sounds like an explosion and you cover your mouth, afraid for their safety.

“See ya later, cutie,” Kiri huffs, sounding exhausted already. “Tell Mina the same. Talk soon!”

The voicemail cuts and you are left feeling sorry for them, but giddy. If they do decide to stop by tonight after their mission, you know just the tricks to make them relax from a night of kicking ass and taking names.

With that, you put your phone back on the charger and skip off to the party, your blues chased away and your head only filled with thoughts of your favorite pros kicking butt somewhere out there in the snow.

#black fanfic writer #smutty smut #my works #black coded reader #bimbo reader #mina x black!reader #bakugou x black!reader #kirishima x black!reader #black writers #bnha smut #poly smut #poly love #kiribakumina #poly kiribaku

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 7 days ago

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Move-In Madness: Wayne Edition

by Skyle_r1107 Damian Wayne is ready for college—or so he thinks. What should be a simple move-in day turns into a full-blown circus when his entire Bat-family insists on tagging along to help Words: 1106, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake (DCU), Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Alternate Universe - College/University, Tim Drake Needs a Break (DCU), Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Overprotective Batfamily (DCU), Poor Civilian Roommate, batfam chaos, bruce Wayne being a dad, titus the dog - Freeform, Bat-Cow Cameo, Cass Rules the World, Alfred Avoids Drama Like a Pro, Dick Grayson is a Literal Sunshine Dad via https://ift.tt/yLowQgc

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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ds9anonkinkmeme · 11 months ago

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Interest check

Hi, just doing an interest check for an idea we have about making a DS9 anon kink meme! A kink meme is an ongoing prompt event where people can anonymously request fics and others can choose to anonymously fill any prompts they feel inspired by.

See below the poll for our initial thoughts on pros and cons and considerations.

On ao3 we could very easily set up a prompt collection open for anyone to add prompts or fill prompts anonymously. But we don’t know how easy it is to maintain momentum on an ao3 prompt collection. Maybe that doesn’t matter and it can be an ephemeral thing until people forget about it and it becomes inactive, and then the next generation of folks in the fandom can start up their own new one in a few years haha. If we do it on ao3, should we make subcollections for individual “seasons” or “rounds” (there would likely be no actual deadlines, it would just be whatever length of time it takes for the list of prompts to get too long and unwieldy to be usable), or should we have people put all the prompts into a single collection that just grows and grows and grows?

On dreamwidth there would be comment threads so there would be a way to anonymously register enthusiasm for a prompt even before it gets written, which seems really good for encouragement and feeding off of each other’s hype. (Dreamwidth might also tell you when new comments are added to the community, unlike prompt collections on ao3?) But we are less familiar with dreamwidth so we aren’t sure there’s enough ds9 fandom hanging out there (or willing to make an account there) to sustain it over there.

Tumblr doesn't seem like an option for a number of reasons (can't post fully anonymously to tumblr except via asks, and having everything be done via asks would make it difficult to organize and connect prompts with fills because to keep them both anon they'd have to be separated, and tumblr is a website with a famously terrible search function).

If a DS9-focused kink meme already exists, we’d love to hear about it! We’ve found a few seemingly inactive ones in our research. But if there’s an active one out there, we could absolutely just pivot to supporting/participating in that, instead of making our own thing and dividing up the fandom’s energies. (Another question we don’t know the answer to: Is it possible/desirable to work on reviving one of those inactive ones, just by encouraging a collective effort to start participating in one again? Or do we think the mods of these inactive ones have abandoned them and might be stressed out to suddenly see new activity?)

If you have something to say but don’t want to say it publicly, we also have an anonymous, slightly expanded google form version (that can be found in our pinned post) with space to leave freeform feedback. You can vote in one or both forms of this poll, depending on what you feel like.

We’d very much appreciate reblogs to spread this poll around since we just made this account, but no pressure to do so. We still want your vote in the poll if you’re interested in this idea, even if you don’t want to reblog a post about it. <3

Anyway, if you have any thoughts on this DS9 kink meme idea (or messages of encouragement!!!), please feel free to send them in! <3

#ds9 #deep space nine #star trek deep space nine

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steddieunderdogfics · 3 months ago

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please mommy, mommy, please by lydiah135

Rating: Explicit

10,218 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things)Slice of Life, Established Relationship, Trans Steve Harrington, Nonbinary Steve Harrington, Transmasculine Eddie Munson, Trans Eddie Munson, Top/Bottom Versatile Eddie Munson, Bottom Eddie Munson, Top/Bottom Versatile Steve Harrington, Soft Dom Steve Harrington, T4T Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Age Play, Spanking, Lactation Kink, Panty Kink, Feminization, Steve Harrington Has a Mommy Kink, Eddie Munson Has a Degradation Kink, Hair-pulling, Anal Fingering, pussy slapping, Foot Fetish, If You Squint - Freeform, Aftercare, Praise Kink, Anal Sex, Frottage, Virgin Eddie Munson, Pervert Eddie Munson, Orgasm Denial, Ass Play, Rimming, Kink Negotiation, Kink Exploration

Summary:

"What about, wife Stevie Harrington returns from her husband's work party to find her young baby-sitter, Eddie Munson, at home. Maybe, just this once, it's nice to have someone waiting for her when she comes back?" "Yeah, except I'm a filthy underwear thief and a pervert and virgin all in one." "Yeah, and then I fuck you." "Yeah, exactly!" (or, the barbies from the pro dom eddie fic role-play something a lil different)

This is a MOD rec as a part of our Fic Fridays.

Know a fic that deserves extra love? Submit through our asks or the submission box!

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie fic recs #steve x eddie #steddieunderdogfics #fic friday #mod zooms #trans steve harrington #trans eddie munson #trans characters #nonbinary eddie #nonbinary steve #virgin eddie munson #rated e

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fluffydeoxys · 5 months ago

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may I ask how you developed your relationships for zero, both romantic and platonic. I kinda need help with my own and you’re one of my favorite oc x canon artists at the moment, I love your work and you’re a huge inspiration !

ouuu... thank you.... (big wet eyes) That's a huge, very high compliment to me thank you!

If you have any further questions feel free to ask! I LOVE developing OCs and stories. I wouldn't say I'm any type of 'authority' on the matter, but I just love the process of creating, of developing and exploring. There's a reason why I named my mascot "The Editor" hehe, but anyway.

Putting a cut here because I talk a lot. I think if I put this on people's dashes it would be legitimately annoying LMAO. But if you're interested in reading about some of Zero's creation process and character dynamics, there's a fair bit of that in here

With Zero I had a lot of existing elements to work with, so some of her dynamics/ideas got a headstart. In addition, I wanted a romantic dynamic with 2BHank, so I asked myself: how could I make it interesting without losing the essence of 2BHank?

The Arena Mode story provided the blueprint for Zero and 2BD's dynamic. Initially, it's not dissimilar to how the story goes and the two have mutual respect. Doc is a little more eccentric and egotistical but he likes how obedient and efficient Zero is. He has a fondness for that, which unravels into genuine attraction with some more unhealthy elements when he learns of her "true origin."

With Hank, I wanted some sort of foil/parallel to his tendencies/mannerisms. Arena Mode also provides a perfect example of this. Zero's killing is duty-bound. It is boring. Hank's killing is freeform. It is fun. They are similar yet different, largely silent to mute characters whose existence is to kill, to maim. They learn from each other, in a way. But I didn't want them to overlap too heavily because that ended up being quite boring, so I wanted some contrasts.

Contrasting elements can be good on a character interaction or thematic scale. Foils are important to demonstrate key elements of what you want to say with a character or their story, and for me, how HankZero kills is important. How they perceive life and death and interact with it in the context of Nevada is an integral part of the story I wish to tell with them.

I think essentially look at what story you want to say, or if not something on that type of scale, what kind of dynamic you want to explore. Hell even start with one character, and then think about the scenarios you want to put them in. It's how I started with the multi-character concept that I'm currently working on.

Also take inspiration from media! Sometimes I do so deliberately, other times its quite subtle or unintentional. The dynamic between Rory and Jane (who I will reveal soon) has a lot of similarities to Elita One and Bumblebee, which I didn't plan but it helped refine their ideas. Conversely, Zero was inspired a lot by silent indie game protagonists, the Courier from FNV, etc.

When it came to evaluating Zero and the relationships she has with others, it was important to remind myself of the core aspects of each character. Sometimes I literally list them out as positive/neutral/negative traits (old technique from my OC development), or outline them as dot points. I also do this to help keep the character clear in my mind, and to ensure they stay relatively balanced in "pros" and "cons." It has helped because somewhere along the line with Zero I realised I didn't actually know what I was "saying" with her. Hence my current rewriting.

One element I definitely fail at/find lacking is creating conflicts between characters. I subconsciously make a lot of dynamics where they're usually on fine terms. Zero is mostly because she is quite forgiving and neutral, almost to a bad degree. But I think it's more fun and compelling when characters aren't perfect, they argue, and they have faults and flaws that make them clash. Hank finds it annoying how obedient Zero is sometimes. Doc finds it annoying when Zero and Hank fight and end up killing each other and wasting his time. Zero has an extremely hard time talking about what's bothering her so sometimes she's perpetually irritable and closed off.

When it came to reflecting on character dynamics as a whole, I stepped back at looked at the fundamentals of Zero. She is essentially a silent protagonist who came into this world feeling nothing. The way she was made, formed and trained makes her distinctly inhuman. Many of her relationships highlight this aspect of her in some way. But she has found herself through the people she has formed bonds with. That serious part of her interspersed with some silly charm. She doesn't express much, but those who know her can see the subtle differences. She is a guardian to all life, protective of the weak. But she will kill. She has learned she cannot save everything.

I'm still refining and adjusting elements on a day-to-day basis. More recently I've fleshed out her relationships with Deimos and Sanford. I think there is a subtle romantic element between them, but nonetheless, Sanmos is the more 'human' exploration of her. Deimos is lively, a huge chatterbox and quite silly. Zero has a great fondness for that and sort of follows him around like a silent shadow. She sees his vices and has little judgment for them (she doesn't really have a ton of personal opinions), so Dei feels strangely vulnerable and safe around her. He's great at reading her face, cus he got a lot of practice from when Sanford was really closed off. Deimos was the first person to hear her voice (besides Dave).

Sanford is her emotional bedrock. He was in a pretty similar situation to her (emotionally speaking), shutting everyone out and stonewalling emotions/life/etc. He empathises with her deeply and wants to help her, and is the first to notice/reach out. Zero takes a LONG time to open up to him, but eventually, she does and she's much better off for it. They share tender physical intimacy; Sanford likes to put his hand on her shoulder, and Zero will stand closer to him. When she needs quiet and to relax, she usually seeks Sanford out. Because Sanford understands Zero, she also understands him, so in their worst moments they support each other.

For the rest, I definitely want to flesh things out more. I've been thinking a little more about the aspects with Dave, but I'd like more detail for Skinner and Pava. And of course, I'd actually like to get QBert and Bossman in there somehow, because I can't think of a particular "point" that would make them interesting. Eg. for Pava, it was the weapon modification.

Having a good grasp on the character individually can also help with thinking of more random interactions. I don't think Zero is super interesting on her own, but putting her with Sheriff for example was pretty funny. Her passive demeanour and face looks eerily similar to Hank, which frightens the fuck out of him. But she just thinks he's cute, especially with how flighty he is. She has a lot of respect for what he's built with the MERCs.

Her relationship with the Maker is also interesting too, I think. I'm still reworking it alongside Zero's story so I hesitate to explain the particulars right now, but it's quite similar to the Pale King and the Hollow Knight.

Hopefully that explains? Some things? There's a lot of me talking about my own stuff but hopefully there's some useable advice/ideas in there. hehe

It sounds lame and boring and overdone to hell but genuinely reading/watching a lot of different things can inspire you in ways you didn't expect. It's something I need to do a lot more of.

#_mail #oc: zero #i ain't readin allat im happy for u or sorry that happened ass post

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wisteriawater · 2 months ago

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Welp. The puppyshipping was getting loud. Loud enough to threaten my main fic, so now they have their own fic. From this post.

Yomi Ship (1883 words) by RestlessRiver Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler/Kaiba Seto Characters: Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler, Kaiba Seto, Kaiba Mokuba, Yami Yuugi | Atem Additional Tags: puppyshipping - Freeform, Violetshipping, Pining, Mutual Pining, loss of a loved one, Bakery and Coffee Shop, (coffee shop story after taste), Post-Canon, Afterlife, Canon Compliant, Character Development, Character Death, Depression, Found Family, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Loss, Mythology References, Travel to the Afterlife, Falling In Love, Love Confessions, weird circumstances, Cohabitation, Bickering, Guilt Tripped into Cohabitation, Tags Shift with the Story, Matchmaker Kaiba Mokuba, Trans Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler, Jou is a second big brother figure to Mokuba, The Maid is Savage, Supernatural Elements, Canon Universe, Canon-Typical Violence, post dsod, Bi Icon Jonouchi Katsuya, Bi Dumpster Fire Jonouchi Katsuya, Demi Kaiba Seto, Kaiba Seto Being Kaiba Seto, Kaiba Seto Needs a Hug, Protective Kaiba Seto, Misunderstood Kaiba Seto, Denial of Feelings, Denial, No beta we die. Just. In general. Summary: Jonouchi Katsuya had finally accepted that life for him was going to be pretty mundane. He of course would never give up on his dreams of being a pro duelist, but he came to terms with the fact that taking it slow wasn’t a bad thing. He found himself a comfortable job, even if it was an entry level position at a Kaiba Corp cafe. He could even start paying off his old man’s debts now that he was in the black! But, when it rains it pours. With everyone going off to live their own lives he had gotten pretty lonely. His work family and his vp regular had become the world to him in just a matter of months, but when that little regular seems to vanish things get complicated. Jou thinks nothing of it at first, but then someone at the Kaiba mansion brings him a prewritten letter spelling out a plea for him to help Seto with the fallout- written by the missing boy himself. Now he's been guilt tripped into being the sour puss’s live-in companion, with mild investigator sub duties. Traveling to the Duat with his ex enemy(?) was not his idea of a life plan… (flipflop of the Mokuba kidnapping troupe. The boy holds the cards. All with a coffee shop au after taste.)

#puppyshipping #violetshipping #yugioh fanfiction #it's not *really* a coffee shop au. It's just Katsuya's day job. But the elements are there. Sometimes.

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midnightpink · 10 months ago

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Bridges

read it here on ao3

Yaomomo sighs. “We’ve got a little bit of a situation, Bakugou. Ashi—uhm, somebody might have accidentally signed you up for that modelling gig.”

Katsuki holds up a hand. "So what you’re telling me here," he says, "is that you told Calvin Klein I would model for them. In my underwear.”

Ashido sinks behind a desk to hide. “Yes.”

(The thing is, they really do need the money. And Katsuki's technically the leader of this bunch of morons, so he finds himself taking the job even though his pride will never recover. And even though nobody thought to tell him that he'd be working with his ex-boyfriend. You know, the cute freckled guy from high school who went and broke his heart.

So, yeah. This whole situation kind of sucks.)

by: supercrunch

Words: 18,018, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Collections: GBFOAT: Greatest BakuDeku Fics Of All Time 💥🥦, HighQualityBNHAFics, A Labyrinth of Fics, The Good (finished) BkDk, Best of BakuDeku, Favourite_fanfics_of_all_time_mixed_fandoms, BakuDeku AO3 Collection (Shin), All Time Fave BakuDeku Fics I've Read (Shin), Mha fanfics I’ve read/reading, The "I wish I had amnesia so I can read this all over again" BKDK Collection, bakudeku love :) <3, fics i wanna hold hands with, Worth It BNHA Fanfics Reading List - Completed, Stellar Fics: A Wonder Duo Collection ☆★, BakuDeku is HEART, Read in reverence by rune, Almost every Bakugou fanfic I have read, losing myself in, Re-read ALL the time, bkdk one-shots that will make you scream, mha fics that make me want to scream into the void, BNHA_FICS, class1akids bnha recs, BKDK Brainrot (TiaLee), Literature I could lick off my fingers, Cheesing or crying I can’t tell, clips best of bkdk, lil’ bkdk box of skittles (+others), bkdk goodness, my hero academy <3, my top top bkdk/dkbk faves, The Foxy List

Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta, Bakugou Mitsuki

Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Bakugou Katsuki & Yaoyorozu Momo

Additional Tags: Past Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Past Todoroki Shouto/Midoriya Izuku - Freeform, Endgame Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku

yaomomo joins the bakusquad, Characters Are Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), bakugou gets bullied into underwear modelling, bakugou's personality issues present Real Problems, deku is Tired, they should really learn to communicate i mean honestly boys what are you doing, Yaomomo is a good friend, fake dating with a slight twist, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, i saw the opportunity for manservice and i ran with it

#bnha #mha #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #deku #momo yaoyorozu #todoroki shouto #kirishima eijirou #denki kaminari #mina ashido #sero hanta #bkdk #fic rec

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susiecarter · 3 months ago

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Can answer off anon: where do you find your prompts/fic exchanges?

:D Thank you for asking and for permission to post the answer publicly ♥♥♥ and all my apologies it took me so long to get here, AND the answer to this question, baseline, is: on Dreamwidth.

Specifically—Dreamwidth may be a lot more old-school and a lot less active as a platform than Tumblr or Bsky or who knows where else, but there are actually quite a lot of gift exchanges on the AO3 (for both art and fic, often) that are run via communities over there. The Fandom Calendar comm is a great place to find out about new events (not just exchanges, but also prompt fests, bangs, and other stuff) or learn which ones you've done before are going to be running again, and when!

I have a Dreamwidth account that I occasionally try to back up my asks/answers onto in case Tumblr ever goes sideways, but tbh I mostly use it to subscribe to the communities of exchanges I want to write for (I rarely actually sign up for exchanges, but I try to pick up pinch hits whenever I get the chance and know I'm going to have the time—and when there aren't any pinch hits I can take, I still like going to look at the requests in my fandoms and writing extra gifts ("treats") anyway!). That way, I can get emails whenever there's a new post to those communities, so I never miss it when the schedule goes up for the next round, or when there's a new group of pinch hits. :D

There is also a web app that a kind, generous person much smarter than me created, which is capable of scraping exchanges that are running on the AO3, and it makes the requests in those exchanges searchable, sortable, and bookmarkable! You can find that here, and you can search EVERY exchange for your fandom/ship/favorite character and see all the requests that have been made and scraped by the app, or you can use the dropdown in the upper righthand corner to pick a specific exchange where there are requests you want to look at.

A couple exchanges running RIGHT NOW that I love and will be looking to write treats for if I manage to make some room to take breaks from my Superbat Big Bang:

Id Pro Quo—signups are open for another day or so! This exchange lets people request fandoms, characters, and pairings they're interested in, AND freeform tags, which kind of double as prompts, for either general scenarios or fandom-specific scenarios (for example, the freeforms this year include "Aftermath of sex pollen - sex pollen leads to realization of feelings", which can apply to any fandom you want it to, AND tags like "DCU - Dick Grayson Needs a Hug", for DCU requests!). The Dreamwidth community links to both the exchange collection on the AO3 and the requests for this round in the app.

Hurt/Comfort Exchange—exactly what it says on the tin! This exchange is in the middle of its creation period, so signups are closed, but there are pinch hits up right now, and you don't need to be signed up to browse the requests for any fandoms/ships/prompts you like! (This is another exchange with freeform tags included.) Again, you can see the requests for this one at the exchange collection on the AO3 under "Requests Summary" in the sidebar, or on the page for this round of the exchange on the app.

I've been doing exchanges like these on AO3 for a while, so if you have any questions about these exchanges that aren't covered by the rules posts on the official comms, or if you have questions about stuff that IS in the rules posts, or if you have questions about these types of exchanges in general, by all means send me another ask! :D They can absolutely be a little confusing when you're just getting started, but they're a GREAT place to get prompts and a GREAT way to make things for some really nice people. ♥

#asks #susie does exchanges #where “does” means “sometimes manages to finish things for”#prompts are great and giving people gifts is great #signing up is often harder :')

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dreadfutures · 7 months ago

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Accepting Dragon Age Prompts

You can send me prompts any time. They do not need to be from a list! They can just be any idea you have for my characters, or canon characters. I can’t promise I will get to your prompt promptly (or at all).

‼️Please copy + paste the whole prompt ‼️WITH A CHARACTER OR PAIRING SPECIFIED.‼️

Prompt Lists

You can find all prompt lists here, or find ones I'm thinking of right now below. I will always take freeform idea prompts for any of my characters and ships. I also love characters from Tevinter Nights, The Last Court, and the Dragon Age Comics!

Prompts I like ATM:

Serault Prompts for Anyone

Aberdeen Gothic Prompts for Anyone

Dialogue for the Damaged

Dialogue from the Hero

Prompts from The Fall 2006

Nonsexual Intimacy Prompts for Anyone

Horror Literature Prompts

Prompts from Circe for Anyone

Lord Huron Prompts for Anyone

Short & Angsty Prompts for Anyone

50 Types of Kisses

All About the Yearning

Kissing Prompts

Prompts for the Budding Romance

Prompts from Midnight Mass for Anyone

Prompts As Said by Dorian Pavus

Prompts As Said by Cassandra Pentaghast

Prompts All About the Yearning

Kubo and the Two Strings Prompts for Anyone

Spirited Away Prompts for Anyone

Prompt Me for a Character Codex Entry

Soft and Sweet Romantic Prompts

Ships and Characters I like ATM:

Ixchel Lavellan

Halevune Mahariel

Terinelan "Rook"

Solas

Felassan

Morrigan

Kieran

DA4/Tevinter Nights Characters

Spirit of Glory

Evanuris

Briala

Solavellan

Morriwarden

Solassan

OC & OC

OC & DA4 or TN Characters

OCs

Ixchel Lavellan

Halevune Mahariel

Terinelan Lavellan

#long post #da drunk writing circle #dwc prompt post #some updating

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nelweensfic · 8 months ago

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I can feel your pain

This is a rewrite from my first bkdk fic I posted on Wattpad, years ago ! I'm kinda happy how it turned out ! 🥰 Big kudos to @edema--ruh for helping me beta read this fic ! ❤️

Summary : In a world where the soulmates can feel both emotions and pysical pain if accepted by a kiss, is it okay for Izuku and Katsuki to be together when Izuku can't be a hero after the war ?

Or, two idiots in love but too afraid to hurt the other... Happy ending ;)

Words count : 7888

Tags : Tags: Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Idiots in Love, Love, Love Confessions, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, bakudeku, bkdk - Freeform, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Teacher Midoriya Izuku, Pro Hero Midoriya Izuku, Post-War, Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Manga Spoilers, Friendship, friends to Lovers

💚 Read it on Ao3 🧡

#nelweensfic #bkdk #bkdk fic #mha fic #mha izuku #mha katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bakugou x midoriya #izuku midoriya #ao3 #bkdk ao3 #fluff #love confessions #soulmate au #bkdk soulmate #soulmate fic

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inazumass · 1 year ago

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Lost In The Fire || Part One

I just got out of surgery and realized I forgot to post this one on tumblr... priorities. No smut in this part, but be aware that its me and there will be smut later on... Minors do not follow me please, you will be blocked.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57089236

WARNINGS: Canon typical violence, major character death, semi graphic descriptions of violence, blood, death, nightmares, Pro Hero Suneater Lemillion and Nejire Chan, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, mutual pining, GN!Reader, No use of Y/N, freeform, Recommended for mature readers due to violence/blood

Word Count: 6.9k

Smoke rose high in the sky and he could hear the sound of sirens blaring outside, their urgent cries echoing off of the nearby buildings as he ran through the darkened hallways. Tamaki’s body felt heavy as he ran, almost as if he were running through quicksand. His heart was beating so fast it felt like it was about to come up through his throat. It wasn’t good, he was panicking and he knew it. There was no time to think, no time to slow down.

The screams of civilians rang out from all around him but there was no one here. He could hear the fight going on, but it seemed as if it was coming from all around him now. All alone in the hall, all he could do was run blindly toward the mayhem. Pain shot through his body as glass crunched beneath his bare feet. He didn’t care, only letting out a strained hiss as he rounded the outer corner inside the large office building. Following the sound of the chaos.

He couldn’t remember how the four of you had gotten so split up. Was it during the blast? He could have sworn you were just right beside him. That didn’t matter now, he needed to find someone. Anyone. The three of you were tough, he knew that. You, Mirio, and Nejire were all forces to be reckoned with in your own right. When it came down to a fight you weren’t just threats, you were a goddamn promise to bring any nearby enemies to their knees.

He knew you could handle it.

So what was with this feeling of unease in the pit of his stomach threatening to devour him from the inside out?

The villain– he hadn’t caught his name– was unlike any he’d ever seen before. That hulking form, those horrible blasts… Was this his quirk? Or did he have two somehow… he didn’t look like a Nomu when he’d seen the guy. Was he working with someone else?

Down the hallway a familiar voice broke through the chaos.

“Suneater, where are you?!”

It sounded broken, desperate, and so, so unlike you.

The hero raced to the end of the hallway, leaping over debris as he raced toward the voice, your voice. He was so close, even as his feet went numb from the pain of running through broken glass he didn’t stop. He still couldn’t tell where the fight was but he didn’t need to right now. The urgency in your voice was unmistakable, even in a few short words he could hear the wobble in it. It was all wrong, this was bad.

Tamaki all but skittered to a halt as he reached another bend in the hallway and saw you there, hunched over in the middle of the hall.

There was blood, so much blood.

“It’s gonna be okay, it’s gonna be okay, just stay with me.” You all but sobbed out. From your tone it wasn’t clear whether you were trying to convince yourself or the body beneath you. “I’ll get someone to get help.”

At first he couldn’t see who it was in front of you, their body obscured by your form, their clothes tattered and stained with the deep crimson of what he could only assume was their life force draining from them at an alarming rate. He didn’t even have time to panic.

His blood ran cold when he moved forward to see Mirio crumpled beneath you, his usually vibrant violet eyes glassy, barely open as he tried to focus on your face. Tamaki could practically see the colour draining from them as he stared down at him in horror.

He didn’t know what to do at first, and that split second of freezing would cost him, he was certain.

“I’ll be fine.” Mirio rasped out with a broken smile, coughing and sputtering up blood to punctuate his sentence as he looked up at the two of you.

Tamaki rushed to your side, attempting to assess the damage but he couldn’t see past all the blood. It was a mess. Your hands were braced against the blond’s sturdy body, your firm grip trying to slow the bleeding as best as you could, putting pressure on the worst of his wounds.

Mirio’s cape was wrapped around him tightly, ripped pieces of it tied against his arms and legs like makeshift tourniquets– no, not like, that’s exactly what they were. How bad was it? Could he have stopped it even if he had been here?

“I-I can’t move him. I have to put pressure on his wounds you need to-”

“I’ll get help.” Tamaki muttered, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder before turning away.

His throat was dry, his mind was spinning. He’d get someone from support, he'd find someone, who could handle this- He had to keep a level head. Don’t succumb to panic. Be realistic about this; manifest wasn’t suited for healing, he knew that. He knew you were better suited to handle the situation. But he couldn’t help but feel useless running away from someone in need.

But you were usually so calm in crisis situations, and he couldn’t get the image of your tear stained face out of his mind, the tired look on Mirio's as he got closer and closer to losing consciousness. You knew more about first aid than he did, you were a better healer than he could ever be– but now wasn’t the time to compare.

The support team had to be outside by now, he could swear he’d seen paramedics from the windows earlier he just had to find a way to-

“LOOK OUT!”

That was Nejire, her pale hand outstretched as she rushed past him. But she wasn’t talking to him, no, she’d been looking past him. His neck turned so fast it nearly gave him whiplash as he watched her race toward you and Mirio. At that moment it felt like time slowed down. It was as if he could see things in slow motion, but he couldn’t move fast enough.

Three things happened next in quick succession.

First, the sound of shattering glass ripped through the air, the window exploding in a glittering sea of shards that rained down on the three people he cared most about. Glass tore across your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut and braced for impact, unable to take your hands off of the man in front of you in fear of losing him too.

Second, the section of the hallway you were in started to get darker. It was as if night had descended upon the three of you in an instant. Nejire tried to let out a blast but it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t fast enough. Even just from a quick glance at her it was clear that she’d nearly entirely exhausted her stamina in the fight. Mirio told you and Nejire to run but you wouldn’t move, you couldn’t leave him there. Cries of ‘just go, leave me’ and ‘you need to run’ followed by your voice breaking when you told him you couldn’t just leave him there to die.

Finally, the source of the darkness bit into the ceiling above the three of you. Something– one of the villains surely– had sent an ambulance hurtling straight through the outside wall of the hallway from the street below. Tamaki had already stretched out his tentacles to try and grab his friends but it was too late, he’d just barely gotten a grip on you and Nejire when the ceiling began to crumble.

He’d caught you both just in time to watch as the vehicle slammed into the wall, completely obliterating his outstretched appendages and pinning the pulverised remnants to the ground. His eyes went wide, his mouth opened in a scream he couldn’t hear as the rubble crashed into the three of you. He watched as Mirio closed his eyes and clasped your fists, his lips moved but Tamaki couldn’t hear him over the sound of crunching metal and crumbling concrete.

Nejire’s scream rang in his ears before she gurgled and went eerily silent. He couldn’t look, his eyes slammed shut as soon as he’d seen the piece of broken concrete headed in her direction. There had been no time to move, by the time he’d already stretched out his arm to save her it was already too close. He knew he didn’t want to see what came next. There was no time to drive, no time to let it sink in.

His left arm was ruined, but he could still save the two of you.

There was still time.

At least that’s what he thought. Your eyes found his, a resigned look on your face as you stared back at him with that gentle smile that always comforted him. The world slowed around him again, he’d hoped this time it was merciful. If he could just get a grip on you and Mirio he might be able to get the three of you outside and to the paramedics before he succumbed to blood loss. Your mouth opened to say something right before the shattered rebar went straight through your head and the ceiling rained down on you and Mirio.

Tamaki jerked awake in his bed shortly thereafter, his heart still pounding in his ears. His pulse was through the roof, tears were already streaming down his face as he sat up in the darkness. His breaths came out in ragged pants as he tried to calm himself down. He fought the urge to scream, grasping at his left arm as if he expected it not to be there.

It was just a dream… It was just a dream but it had all felt so real that he could swear he still felt the sting of the glass biting into the soles of his feet.

A shaking hand clamped over his mouth as the first sob of many wracked his body. Tamaki curled in on himself in bed, covers long abandoned during his tossing and turning in the night. His body shook with the force of his cries as he recalled the image of the three of you dead on the floor in front of him. His arm stung with the memory of being pinned beneath the gnarled shreds of metal. But it was still there, free of the blood and gore his mind had created just to torment him in the dead of night.

He tried hard not to close his eyes for too long, for if he did the image would come rushing back instantaneously. The way Mirio’s blood pooled and seeped into the carpet, the empty look in your eyes as you left your body, the death rattles of yours and Nejire’s last breaths– He gagged at the thought, nausea bubbling up in his stomach as he fought back the urge to vomit.

A hand clamped over his mouth in the darkness as soon as he felt the bile rising in his throat. A choked sob muffled out around his palm. He was shaking like a leaf already, trying to breathe to calm himself but unable to take in enough air through the sobs. A quick glance at the clock told him it was well past midnight.

Once his cries had calmed enough, he considered calling Mirio and Nejire. He picked up his phone, staring at the dim screen for a moment before deciding against it. What was he supposed to say? What would they think of him texting them this late? He couldn’t just say “Hey, I had a nightmare and I just really need you to wake up and text me back right now and tell me that you’re alive”.

No. Absolutely not. That would be ridiculous and so embarrassing.

Eventually he got up on wobbly legs, walking across the room to grab the water bottle off of his desk. He took a long drink to replace what he’d lost through his tear ducts. His head was pounding now, the tears still streaming freely down his face as he braced himself against the wooden surface for support.

If nothing else, the cool wood was grounding him here to reality. There were no villains here, he was in his room, the air was cool, the night was calm.

He moved to walk back to his bed so he could find a way to force himself to take his mind off of it before a sharp pain bit into the bottom of his foot and sent a shock through him with his last step. Glass. He thought briefly, his mind going right back to the rush of his heartbeat in his ears and the stench of iron in his nose.

When he jumped back, he realised that it was only a stray pin that had fallen off of his bag at some point. Its sharp point sticking up from the carpet and laying in wait for an unsuspecting victim. But the damage was done. That pain sent the images from the nightmare flashing behind his eyes once again, another shaky cry ripping from his throat. He couldn’t take it anymore, stewing in this alone. At this rate he’d never get back to sleep and he’d spend the rest of the night thinking about the image of your crumpled bodies on the hallway floor.

It wasn’t like Tamaki to invade your personal space, especially when it came to the late hours of the night. He was the type of roommate who was content to be a ghost in the apartment, often hiding away in his bedroom or leaving you to your own devices unless you happened to approach him first. In the months that you two had shared the space, he had never dared to so much as bother you after you’d gone to bed for the night.

But right now he couldn’t stop himself.

Even as his hands shook reaching for your bedroom door, he cursed himself internally for how pitiful he was right now. A shaking, crying mess all because of one stupid little nightmare. Still, he needed to make sure you were alright, he hoped you were awake. He couldn’t take this alone, as much as he didn’t want you to see him like this.

He wanted to run back now but he’d already called your name as he went and knocked on your door.

“A-are you awake?” A quiet little sniffle punctuated his question as the door pushed open from his light knocking.

The hinges squeaked quietly in the darkness, just barely disturbing your slumber as you slowly came to. Tamaki froze, suddenly feeling even more guilty for having woken you up as you whined at the intrusion, grumbling softly about how late it was before your eyes adjusted to the darkness.

"Mmh.... Tamaki?" You muttered, lightly rubbing sleep from your eyes as you looked up at him in your doorway.

Even through your sleepy haze and the dim lighting of the bedroom they could see the tears welled up in his eyes. In an instant you were completely awake, sitting up quickly without a second thought. The covers of your bed slipped down into your lap and you shoved them away.

"What’s wrong?" You asked softly, your mind already running through the possible worst case scenarios as you searched for some kind of hint in his eyes.

Even with the tears sliding down his cheeks you could see his shoulders relaxing as he laid eyes on you. Then he seemed to stiffen up a little as the dam broke again and he let out a muffled sob.

“I-I’m sorry,” He whimpered, feeling awful about having woken you up. This was so embarrassing, he should have simply dealt with it on his own, of course you were fine. It was just a stupid nightmare and here he was crawling into your room like an idiot and-

“Hey, hey…” You cooed, reaching out to grab his hand from where you sat on your bed before thinking better of it.

"Here, come here… Is it okay if I hold you right now?"

Despite the urge to run back to his room and bury himself in his covers he sniffled and nodded, allowing you to gently pull him down to sit next to you. You felt the bed shift beneath you as he joined, leaning into your one armed hug and hiding his face in your shoulder.

Your familiar touch was just enough to begin to lure him back into some sense of security and comfort once more. The light scent of the soap you used still clinging to your body replaced the stench of iron lingering in his mind, aiding in calming him down. He squeezed his eyes shut, only to be met with that horrible image from his nightmare once again.

It was as if it had never left his mind, just waiting behind his eyelids to torment him every time he closed them.

You wrapped your other arm around him then, feeling him shift uncomfortably at the memory. Reaching behind him, you grabbed your comforter, pulling it tight around the both of you for added security.

“It’s okay,” Your soft voice cooed as you rubbed his back.

It was both mortifying and absolute bliss being babied like this, but he didn’t have time to enjoy it right now. Too busy reliving those images from his nightmare over and over.

This had never happened before, you couldn’t think of a single time when you’d seen him cry so openly, much less a time when he’d come into your room announced or otherwise. It was unclear how the best way to handle it would be so you just kept rubbing gentle circles in his back, hoping that he might soon calm down enough to tell you what was going on.

“It’s alright, Tamaki.” You breathed, resting your cheek against the top of his head as you held onto him.

It was a few moments before his whimpers and sniffles calmed down enough for you to feel like you could ask; “Do you wanna talk about it?”

His voice was smaller than usual, almost fragile as he began to speak.

"I... I guess," his voice wobbled as he tried to think about how to explain it. He at least owed you that for disturbing your peace so late at night.

“It… it was awful,” Tamaki’s voice broke again, a hand clamping down over his mouth as he tried to stifle the sob that came out.

"It's okay, honey, take your time." You whispered, still rubbing his back in an attempt to soothe his cries. Of course, you wanted to know what possibly could have upset him enough that he would let you see him like this.

"I-I had a nightmare..." He confessed, as if having read your mind. The elf eared boy sniffled again between his words as he tried to explain. His voice was trembling slightly as snapshots of the dream played on loop in his mind, taunting him. He didn’t want you to know the full scope of it.

"I… I couldn't protect them..."

Ah, so that was it. You nodded gently, cheek moving to rest on your roommate’s shoulder as he cried.

He was grateful for that, your gaze obscured from his view thanks to his messy hair obscuring his pitiful expression before he buried his face in your shirt. You were kind enough to spare him the burden of being perceived in full right now, knowing that he might very well shrivel up and die right here if he had to look at you in the state he was in.

"It's okay," You breathed.

You were tired but glad that he trusted you enough to feel safe here in your arms. It broke your heart to see him so distressed.

Of course being a professional hero would come along with this sort of stress. It only made sense that these sorts of fears would creep in sooner or later but it didn't mean that it was something he needed to work through alone. Especially after all the four of you had been through together.

Even so, you didn't know what to say yet, unsure on how to comfort him best.

"I woke up feeling so guilty and scared..." He mumbled, his tears staining your night shirt as he spoke.

He had never felt such an intense fear before, and it was eating away at him from the inside out.

"I can't stop thinking about it…”

Your grip on your roommate tightened a little bit as he continued on, your throat tightening at the way his voice broke when he talked about it.

“It’s okay,” You repeated, mind blanking as you fought to find the right words to say to him in the moment. “I know how bad they can be… it was just a nightmare.” You said, giving him a tight squeeze as he began to cry harder.

You knew it wasn’t enough, that facts didn’t care about things surrounding the realm of feelings and fear. It wasn’t enough that it wasn’t real, but you couldn’t think of anything more to say as he sobbed into your chest.

Having graduated from the hero support program, you couldn’t imagine the sort of pressure he was under in his current position. Four years of training and the two of you were in completely different leagues, on different yet similar paths. You’d both fought countless villains, but you were never the one to face things head on unless you were completely out of options. It was a blessing that you’d gotten the quirk you had, but it lacked combat potential. Healing could be used for torture and restraint, but only if you desperately needed to.

“What do you need me to do for you right now?” You asked, not sure if it would be better to help him find some sort of distraction or to let him cry it out for a little bit longer.

"Just... stay here with me, please..." He mumbled, still shaking slightly. He’d feel awful about this moment tomorrow for sure, but for now in your arms and beneath your duvet it felt like he was being engulfed in a safe haven. “I…” Tamaki’s voice quivered.

As much as he wanted to hold it back he couldn’t help it when the words came rushing out. "I-I thought I lost you." He sobbed out, thinking back to the moment in his dream when he’d watched in horror as blood gurgled out of your throat

His voice was barely a whisper at the end, breaking in the middle of his confession. Quiet sobs wracked his body while he cried, his slender fingers gripping you even tighter as he buried his face in your neck now. He didn't want to go back to sleep yet, not wanting to risk seeing the images from that nightmare again. He couldn’t stand the thought of losing you, let alone having to watch his closest friends all dying in front of him because he wasn’t fast enough, wasn’t strong enough.

That simple sentence felt like a stab in the gut, momentarily rendering you immobile while you held him. You froze. Tamaki’s cries broke your heart and all you could do was squeeze him back as he cried in your arms.

"I'm right here, Tama', it's okay." You breathed, gently stroking his deep indigo hair while holding onto him tightly. Determined to banish the nightmare from his mind, you continued: "I'm not going anywhere, it's okay... I'm here.”

His hair was soft beneath your fingertips. It was a mess from tossing and turning in his sleep, but you didn’t mind.

"Y-you... promise?" He asked between sobs, gripping onto you as if his life depended on it.

It was obvious to you that the nightmare had shaken him to his core. You didn’t dare press for more information.

Perhaps he just needed to know that someone was there for him at that moment. That you were here, alive and well. Something about your warmth pressed in next to him was enough to push the memory away for now. The soft smell of your body wash lingered on your skin, something akin to the calming rush of lavender flooding his nose and easing his racing thoughts.

"Cross my heart." You replied, playing with his hair as you gently rocked him back and forth. You swayed slowly, the gentle motion slowing his sobs. "I'm sorry you had that nightmare, but it's okay. I'm alright, I'm safe."

For now, the memory of your blood staining the hallway in front of him was slowly replaced with this moment. The nightmare slowly faded to a dull, uneasy ache. Calloused hands gripped the thin fabric of your tearstained shirt, determined to keep you close regardless. Even if the panic was gone for now, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to let you out of his sight for the foreseeable future.

"Mmm... th-thank you..." He murmured, his sobs slowly subsiding as he calmed down.

You offered him a gentle smile as you pulled back from the hug. The dim moonlight filtered in through the curtains in your bedroom, bathing it in a soft silvery glow. Slowly, you reached a hand up to brush away the tears from his pretty face. Your thumb swiped lightly across his cheek before you pulled your hand away from him.

The soft glow from outside cradled your head like a halo. Tamaki just blinked up at you, eyes bloodshot and sparkling with unshed tears as you treated him so delicately.

"Of course, what are friends for?" You replied.

You didn’t see the way he looked away from you then, that subtle ache rising in his chest at the rhetorical question. He understood the sentiment well enough, and he was thankful that he’d been lucky enough to be your roommate.

"Y-yeah..." He agreed softly, staring at you for a moment before letting out a deep breath.

He was never one to be all that optimistic or cheerful. This was especially true when it came to matters involving himself or his physical strength… or really anything that had to do with his own self image.

Even then he'd never let anyone see him this bad, but it had all felt so real in the moment. Too real, too possible. If he had allowed himself to stew in silence he’d still be able to hear the way your scream echoed, piercing the air sharply and ringing through his mind even after he’d woken up. His arm lingered around you, his grip on the fabric of your shirt slowly easing up as he convinced himself that everything was okay.

Even if it wasn’t real… the situation was all too plausible in your line of work. What if he couldn’t get to you in time? Heroes couldn’t save everyone, even before graduating UA he knew that. During the war it got drilled into his head to the point where he couldn’t forget it no matter how badly he wanted it to be a lie.

"I'm... sorry I woke you." He mumbled, though the apology was sincere.

"Don't be, I'm glad you did." You replied, gently reaching up to tuck a strand of hair back behind Tamaki's pointed ears. "You can stay in my room as long as you like."

"Really?" He asked, as if surprised by the offer. It took a second for it to settle in but he was grateful nonetheless. "T-th... thanks."

"Of course!" Honestly, a little part of you was grateful that you’d earned his trust enough for him to come and seek you out for comfort.

Tamaki wasn’t one to seek out help when it concerned his insecurities or anxiety. Though his timid nature was adorable, getting to know him had been like trying to earn the trust of a feral kitten. The process had been long and slow, but you thanked your lucky stars that you’d gotten to the point in your friendship that you did.

"Is there anything else I can do for you right now?" You asked, knowing that your roommate was still upset but not knowing what would be best for him right now... silent comfort, maybe a late night snack? A distraction? It was unlikely he’d want to divulge more about it while he was still coming down from the rush of fear and adrenaline. You weren't sure what he needed right now, and considering it was far past quiet time in your apartment building it was hard to say whether or not it would be a good idea to risk making a commotion in the kitchen and possibly waking up your downstairs neighbour.

"No, just... staying here with you is enough." He replied, still slowly relaxing into the warmth of your presence. He let out a soft sigh, his breath hitching slightly as he felt tears sting at the back of his eyes again.

Without thinking, you reached out and squeezed his hand softly, wanting to reassure him that he was safe here no matter what. Whatever he needed right now he would get, though you may not have wanted to admit it aloud, you'd always had a soft spot for Tamaki.

Something about his soft nature, his lack of self confidence despite the power he wielded both mentally and physically, it struck a chord with you. No matter what you promised yourself that you would always cheer him on. Something about your bashful roommate made your heart flutter no matter how much you tried to ignore it. He was just so sweet.

He squeezed your hand back gently, leaning back into the touch as a sense of comfort washed over him. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts and slow his heartbeat once more.

Unbeknownst to you, before you’d gotten closer you had always set him on edge. Though it was more prevalent in your relationship at the beginning.

Despite your best efforts he could never gather up the courage to start conversations with you. It had been so hard for him to talk to you, even after you’d been taken in by his group of friends. Even when Nejire and Mirio had conveniently left the two of you two your own devices on more than one occasion.

The elf eared boy would never admit it to you, much less to himself, but you sent his heart fluttering from day one.

The easy way you spoke with the others as if you’d been old friends, your kind hearted nature. He could never forget the first time you’d healed him after a training accident, the way your fingers pressed carefully against his heated skin. The sharp pain of the bones snapping back into place had been the last thing on his mind. Your gaze had been so soft as you reassured him that it was alright, how you had calmly listened to him when you’d dragged a story out of him to keep him talking and keep his mind off the injury while you worked.

Your movements pulled him back to reality as one arm moved to pull the covers up a little bit, making sure Tamaki was covered up as well before you moved to lay back down against your soft bedding. Your grip on his hand never faltered though, reassuring him that you’d be here as long as he needed. Your thumb ran softly against the back of his hand in slow soothing circles.

Exhaustion was already creeping back into your bones as the dip in your bed welcomed your body. Your head rested against your pillow, unconsciously making space in the bed for him while your eyes fell shut.

"I... I think I'll be okay now." He whispered, closing his eyes as he listened to your soft breathing beside him. He felt a warmth spreading through his chest at the contact. With Mirio and Nejire living on the opposite side of the neighbourhood, it was nice having someone closer in proximity to rely on when things got tough.

Tamaki would never have been confident enough, even in his darkest moments, to reach out for you at a time like this. If it weren’t for the fact that you shared all but a room he may have never gotten a moment alone with you like this.

You smiled at his whispered words, your soft lips curving up into a sweet smile that crinkled your eyes.

"I'm glad... I'm sorry about your nightmare though, that must have been awful." Had it been reversed, you might have done the same thing. Just seeing him so shaken up made your heart ache, you couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose him... dream or not.

At least now you were happy to hear that he was feeling at least a little better now.

With the fear gone now he could feel the warmth creeping back into his cheeks as embarrassment began to flood his senses again. It really was pathetic of him to creep in here while you were sleeping. He should have been able to deal with this on his own, after all it was just a stupid nightmare, right?

"I-it's just a dream... you know? No need to apologise." He stammered, his voice wavering as he tried to convince himself of the same sentiment.

He still couldn’t look at you or the spot where your hands lay connected on your bed. He was doing an awful job of persuading himself. Dream or not, he’d felt it all as if it were happening in real time. With the rise in organised crime and villainous behaviour across the nation still recent enough to be fresh in his memory it was safe to assume that there would be many more battles ahead of you both.

Even pro heroes had people they couldn’t save. He’d repeated to himself in his mind.

All Might himself couldn’t save every citizen during a disaster, so why would he be any exception?

"I know... but I wish you didn't have to worry like that, you know?" You smiled sadly up at the ceiling as you spoke, still not wanting to subject him to your gaze while he was feeling low.

A beat passed before you added on to what you’d been saying. "Plus, I'm super quick.” It was halfway between teasing and a joke, and he could practically hear the smile in your voice even without turning to look at you.

You weren’t wrong there, but everyone slips up sometimes. Attacks with a healing quirk had limitations, and as fast as you were there was always someone faster.

"And you're super strong, Tamaki!" You continued, “You’re an incredible hero.” He just needed a little more confidence in himself, and you knew Fatgum tried his best to help him in that area but that sort of thing didn’t just change overnight.

It was a learned behaviour, something that came from within. Slowly replacing negative thoughts with positive ones may have sounded easy enough, but it was even more than that. Though, you’d be lying if you said that his reserved, bashful nature didn’t send your heartrate through the roof whenever he’d look away with a deep blush in his cheeks. The way the tips of his ears tinged red with embarrassment at the slightest thing.

"You’re just saying that," He whimpered.

A part of him truly believed that you’d only say something like that to reassure him and feed his nonexistent ego. Still, he couldn’t help the way his eyes sparkled a little in the low light of the room at your praise.

Some small part of him cherished those kind words. It was no secret that he struggled with his self perception more often than not, but hearing it from someone he admired and trusted did feel good. Even when Mirio or Fatgum said nice things to him there was a small part that secretly took it to heart.

"Are you kidding? I mean it!” You shot back lightheartedly.

“I've seen the way you fight when we were all training… and the way you took on those three villains all by yourself during the Shie Hassaikai raid was so badass! Not to mention everything you did during the war…” your voice trailed off a little at the thought, glancing down at the scars on your arm from that time. You were lucky those were the only souvenirs you’d received.

“You're way cooler than you realise, Suneater." You smiled, heart fluttering a bit at that little flicker in his eyes. “Not only are you strong, but you’re a pretty good strategist too.. And you’re kind. It’s an honour to call you my friend.”

Sometimes it was frustrating trying to get through to him. Not only because you meant every word you said but because you knew the way his mind would twist it all too well. You knew exactly how it felt to feel like nothing but desperately need to be more. It felt hopeless, crushing… but it faded with time and effort. You knew better than anyone that you couldn’t compliment the problem away but he needed to hear it nonetheless.

You needed to say it, to have it out there in the open.

Tamaki felt his heart swell with warmth at your words. "R-really...?"

"Of course!" You beamed, unconsciously squeezing his hand a little tighter.

He whispered a soft “Thank you” in response, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink at your compliments and the squeeze of your hand on his. Even if he didn’t necessarily believe all of it, it felt good coming from you.

You just smiled in response before settling back into bed, still not bothering to let go of his hand. The warmth was comforting, the slightly roughened skin of his hands against yours and the connection you shared in that moment.

It was sweet. That, and you hadn’t thought to let go, you didn't want to and neither did he, the comfort of knowing you were still there by his side was more than enough.

A little sigh escaped him as he settled down again, mirroring your position as he laid back against the headboard of your bed. You couldn’t help the blush that swept across your skin at the pretty sound that pushed past his lips.

Eyes falling shut, you unconsciously moved the slightest bit closer to him in bed. Warmth and exhaustion clouded your mind now, the feeling of his weight beside you in the bed lulling you back to sleep. He found his own eyes fluttering shut as well as the rush of adrenaline wore off completely at last.

He hadn’t meant to fall asleep next to you, but the weight of your blankets overtop of him and the scent of you in bed next to him had him dizzy when his mind finally stopped racing.

There was nothing to replace the adrenaline in his system now, nostrils flooded with the gentle fragrances that filled your room, body relaxing into the warmth of your sheets. It wasn't long before the both of you drifted off to sleep, warmth spreading through your chest as you relaxed completely into the bed.

It was cute, really. If Mirio could see him now he’d be pumping his fist in the air in excitement. He’d spent far too long watching his friends not so subtly pining after each other. The way Tamaki would steal glances at you when you weren’t looking. How he’d turn away and cower from the faintest little smile from you in the beginning. It had taken the two of you long enough to finally start talking, he’d pulled just enough strings to get the two of you in closer proximity just hoping that one of you would finally have the guts to admit to yourselves that you had feelings for the other person.

Neither him nor Nejire had ever gone so far as to pressure you vocally, though they’d dropped a couple hints here and there when Tamaki wasn’t in earshot. No one had told her though, she’d simply ‘gotten a vibe’ and wanted to question you about it. Why not? She figured you two would be cute together and she knew she was right.

The two of you laid like that for a long while, bodies perfectly intertwined in the bed as if you’d been made to lay together this way. If he’d been awake it was certain that his heart wouldn’t be able to take such an intimate situation. Free and unencumbered by the anxiety that plagued him during his waking hours, it was easier for his body to give in to what he craved.

If you’d been awake, the way he squeezed you would have sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. It was needy, almost protective in the way he curled around you, his body craving your touch.

Even in your sleep you felt it though, wrapped up in his arms and his scent, your mind wandered in your dreams. You could hear the slow, shallow breaths he took, the warmth of them fanning across the nape of your neck as he nuzzled into you in his sleep.

Tamaki’s breathing slowed down, his chest rising and falling gently against your back as he curled up around you. His sleep was a merciful one, his mind and body relaxing as he was enveloped by your covers. In your sleep you pressed back against him beneath the covers, his strong arms wrapping tightly around your waist.

Dreams danced behind your eyelids, no doubt affected by the close proximity to your friend. The heat of his chest slotted against your back like two connected puzzle pieces.

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