#or heck even getting help patching up injuries or something

[redocity]

Could you ever do a fic were reader is a firefighter and works in the station but her specialty is being an emt. And whenever buck gets hurt he only lets her patch him up. And basically this is one of this situations and she treats his wounds (at her place idk what could be the reason but it doesn't work if it's a public place) and then he starts to get flirty and offers to "repay her" and it's alude to that him and reader have hooked up before.

FREQUENT FLYER — E.BUCKLEY

when buck gets injured on the job, he always goes back to his favourite paramedic.

evan buckley x gn!reader | 1.7k | fluff | masterlist.

a/n — now this is the type of request i can get behind 🙂‍↕️

“Again, Buck? Seriously?”

Buck gave a boyish smile as he leaned against the rescue rig, hand pressed to his side. He shrugged sheepishly, trying to look less injured than he was. It clearly didn’t work. As usual.

“What can I say, I get excited.”

“What did you do this time?” You sigh exasperatedly as you climb into the back of the parked ambulance, something from Chimney about him ‘refusing to leave’ until you checked him over.

Buck looked away almost guiltily, avoiding your gaze. He had a bad habit of running into dangerous situations on calls, and an even worse habit of getting injured because of that fact.

“I, uh, fell out of a window.” He mumbled, wincing as he lifted his hand from where it was pressed against his side.

“You fell out of a window,” You could almost be surprised, but it was Evan Buckley you were talking to here.

“And you didn’t get it check out whilst still on the call why?”

Buck shifted on the ambulance gurney as you began to examine his wound. He could feel the lecture coming and he really didn't want to hear it.

But he also knew he deserved it.

“I was fine!” He protested, then hissed as you prod him. “Ow, ow, ow, okay, maybe I wasn’t completely fine.”

He hums as you sigh. “But like, why should I bother Hen and Chim when I can bother you?”

“Maybe because it’s their job to help injured people?”

Buck shrugged, wincing as the motion made his injury flare. “It’s your job, too. And you’re a lot prettier than they are.”

He smirked, earning an eye roll from you.

“I wasn’t on that call with you, so if we’re being semantic, it’s technically not my job in this instance,”

Buck chuckled at that, raising an eyebrow. “Semantic. I like that word. It’s sexy.”

“You are a strange man Evan Buckley, I’ll give you that. Take your shirt off,”

He smirked as you rolled your eyes again, but obediently lifted his shirt over his head. “Yes ma’am,”

You roll your eyes as you kneel down in front of him to get a proper look at the bruising spreading across his torso, not sparing him a response.

Buck couldn’t help the way his gaze lingered as he watched you drop down in front of him. He wasn’t going to deny it—you looked good in your uniform. And you looked even better on your knees. He made a mental note to get hurt more often, just for this view.

But then you pressed a little too hard against the injured spot, earning a painful grimace.

“Hey, gentle with the goods. They’re expensive.”

“And damaged— what the heck did you do to yourself?” You furrow your eyebrows as you prod gently against the lower half of his ribs. “Did you fall onto a fence or something?”

If you didn’t have genuine reason to be concerned about a rib fracture, you might’ve taken a second to note that he’d definitely been doing more abdominal workouts recently.

Buck grumbled, wincing as you pressed against the injury. His skin was mottled in various shades of purple and blue, an obvious sign of heavy bruising. It didn’t look good. No time to focus on his abs today.

“A table—” Another wince. “Nothing a few drinks and a good night’s sleep can’t fix.” He tried, eyes squeezed shut momentarily as you looked up at him with an unimpressed expression.

“Or maybe I just need some of that good paramedic magic and I’ll be all better.” You’re still looking at him when his eyes open again.

“You fell onto a table,” You deadpan his explanation back to him with a resigned sigh, choosing to ignore his additional comment for the time being.

Buck shifted under your gaze. The way your eyebrow was raised in disbelief made him feel like he was being scolded. It was a look you wore well.

“A garden table, yes.” He tried to explain, wincing again as you pressed against the dark bruise on his side. “A table with weird… metal, spikey-like things sticking out of it. Ow— ow, ow,”

“And I’m guessing the table did not survive,”

"No, the table did not survive," Buck agreed with a wince.

He grumbled as you continued your examination, shifting slightly on the uncomfortable gurney. He was starting to regret making you do this inside the ambulance.

Maybe he should’ve waited and paid you a visit at your apartment instead. At least then he could crash on your bed after.

“Well, good news, you will,” You groan as you push yourself back to your feet, rifling through one of the overhead shelves of the ambulance. “No fractures or breaks, just bruises,”

Buck couldn’t help but let out a small sigh. He tried to hide it, but he was relieved at your words. He wasn’t keen on going to the hospital.

“So no hospital?” He asked, watching as you pulled out some supplies. “Just some of that fancy paramedic magic and I’ll be good to go?”

“More like an ice pack and 3 weeks station-bound,” You recover one of the ice packs from a portable cooler on the ambulance, holding out to him.

Buck groaned at your answer. “Three weeks off? You’re joking—“

He stopped as you handed him the ice pack, immediately placing it against the bruised skin. It was instant relief. He sighed at the cold sensation, trying to keep the ice pressed again his skin.

“You’re really going to make me take 3 weeks off?”

“I should make you take off five,”

“Five?!” Buck protested loudly, pulling a face at that. “No. No, I’ll take three. Three weeks,” He didn’t sound very happy about it. Or look very happy about it.

He looked a lot like a petulant child, pouting as he held the ice pack against his bruised ribs.

“Three weeks it is,” You remain indifferent, and it only makes his self-pity more prominent.

Buck slumped back against the gurney, grumbling. He hated being told to sit out of work. He was a firefighter, goddamn it. He was meant to be on the front lines.

But as much as he hated it, he knew you were right. He needed to stop getting hurt. And three weeks was actually a pretty good deal.

Didn’t stop him from complaining though.

“I’m gonna be so bored,” He groaned, pressing the ice pack to his skin with a wince. “What am I supposed to do for three weeks?”

“Clean the engines? Mop the floor? Learn to cook?”

Buck groaned again, mumbling. “All of those things sound boring.”

He glanced over at you, a familiar look in his eyes. It was the look he always got when he was about to do something stupid. Or flirt.

“I know something that won’t be boring….” He drawled, raising his eyebrows suggestively. “A thank you for my favourite paramedic perhaps?”

“You’re not doing anything with that rib, Buckley,” You shake your head at him almost amusedly.

Buck had to bite back a snarky comment. He always forgot how stubborn you could be. Which, he knew, was ironic because he was equally, if not more, stubborn himself.

“Can’t even entertain the idea?” He pushed lightly, wincing as he tried to shift to get a better view of you. “Maybe it’ll help speed up the healing process. A little physical therapy, you know? It worked last time,”

“Last time, you had a bruised jaw, not bruised ribs,” You give him another small shake of your head, rolling your eyes.

Buck grumbled. He knew it was futile to argue with you. No matter what he said, you’d win this one.

“Fine,” he finally admitted begrudgingly. “Maybe a bruised jaw and bruised ribs work a little differently, but still,”

He was pouting again. If it wasn’t for his ribs, he’d have crossed his arms over his chest too.

Your acknowledgment is a hum. “You should sleep sitting up if possible for the next few days,”

Buck groaned again. First an ice pack, then three weeks off work, now he had to sleep sitting up? He was really not feeling this no-physical-activity thing.

“Why do I have to sleep sitting up?” He grumbled, shifting awkwardly on the gurney. “Can’t I at least lay down?”

“Try,” You nod towards the gurney he’s sat on. “Go on,”

Buck rolled his eyes at your response, he was too stubborn to immediately admit that you were right.

So, with a lot of grumbling and a small sigh, he carefully lowered himself onto his back.

And almost immediately, he groaned as pain radiated through his side. “Point… made,” he grumbled.

He put his weight on his arm, pushing himself right back up again, shooting daggers at you.

“Mhm,” You roll your eyes, helping him upright. “That’s what I thought,”

Buck grumbled under his breath as you helped him, still annoyed that you were right. He hated the way he could see the slight smile on your lips as you lifted him up, a small hint of triumph in your eyes.

It was a good thing he was into that, otherwise he might just be tempted to wipe it off your face.

“I hate you,” Buck mumbled sulkily. “Stop being right all the time.”

“Can’t I’m afraid, it’s hard-wired into my brain,”

[hotheadedhero]

In Unrequited Love - Part 2

AN: When I say that writing this part had me feral, I don't mean it lightly. This part ended up being over 2000 words, blimmin heck. It had me losing sleep, losing sanity, and my grasp on reality and going insane. All in good ways of course! It got angstier than I originally intended but, man, I'm a sucker for it. I think you guys are too ;)

Part 1 - Part 3

Warning: angst for reader's lacking self-preservation, silly dummy, but Donnie is also a dumb-dumb, so you're as bad as each other really.

Donatello x Reader

Every explanation you can come up with to try and disregard your feelings for the tallest of the turtle brothers has only been met with more anguish. First, you theorised it to be some kind of miscommunication with your emotions, that you had merely misread a deep level of friendship as a new crush. Then, you tried to reason with yourself that it was a rebound - a re-focussing of such feelings onto someone else who likes spending time with you. Neither holds enough weight to get out of this funk, however. You’re chain-bound. 

Then begged the question: what are you to do about it? Realistically, what can you do about it? Not once have you had the courage to even try and say something to Casey, so what makes you think this is any different? If anything, it’s worse. Not only because Donatello is so helplessly in love with April, but because you are so much more hopelessly in love with him. Even the way you used to feel about Jones wasn’t this overwhelming. 

You hate it. You hate it so damn much and, yet, you can’t stop yourself from spending most of your free time in that forsaken laboratory. There’s a saying that keeps coming to mind whenever you find yourself aiding him with inventions and experiments: fool me once, shame on you - fool me twice, shame on me. You certainly feel the fool and more so after a particular incident. A word used candidly but it felt like an incident at the time. The details are foggy but you believe it had something to do with the daughter of The Foot - Karai - and a new robotic toy of hers. Donnie had come in and saved the day, earning a kiss on the cheek from his crush by the end of it. To say that it stung is an understatement.

Nothing appeared to change after that day other than the joy your new infatuation must have been riding on since. You hadn’t even taken note of how it’s affected you. You don’t take notice of it at all. Yes, you still regularly visit the lab but less so to help out. As of late, it is you who is being helped. A habit which has become the norm where the purple-clad turtle finds himself patching you up. Almost every time you see him, there’s a new bump, bruise, or scratch that needs tending to and every time he does what he can to make it better.

Today is no different. If anything, it has to be the worst of your afflictions that he’s seen to date. The first few times were viewed in mild hilarity but he’s not finding these frequenting successions of being your first aider funny anymore. He currently has you sat in his desk chair, knelt down and worriedly looking over your ankle. The pigment of your skin is only slightly discoloured but it’s clear from the way you hobbled in a few moments ago that it can’t handle much weight right now. Carefully, he holds a cold compress against the affected area, earning a jolted hiss from your person. He winces himself and mutters a quiet apology. Some silence follows until he decides he needs to know exactly what you did to warrant such a bad injury. 

“What happened this time?” he asks as he continues to inspect the contusion, making sure nothing is broken beneath. 

“I just slipped whilst I was coming down the ladder,” you admit casually. “Think there’s been some rain recently, so it’s my own fault for not wearing grippier shoes.”

Your answer is marginally concerning for two reasons: it hasn’t rained for at least a few days now and he’s seen the way you work - how careful you are when you’re helping him with mechanics or measuring various chemicals. This isn’t like you. Retrospectively, he hasn’t known you long but he likes to think you’ve hung out enough for him to discern that you aren’t typically this clumsy. He’s even detected a drop in your mood. You don’t crack out as many jokes with him, nor have you spoken much about Casey. The band of his mask creases over his furrowing brows and he slowly looks up at you.

“Is everything okay?” he inquires carefully, mindful of the potentially sensitive question. “You seem… out of sorts lately. If it’s something to do with Casey-”

“It’s not Casey,” you interrupt, rather abruptly he notices. Sighing, you quickly attempt to correct yourself and slump into the seat. “I dunno. It might be. I think I’m just done with all the love stuff at this point.” 

You end on a bitter cadence, one that has Donatello sinking. His heart breaks knowing that yours has been taken away and trampled on by this mess. It well and truly hurts him to see you this way, to hear that you’re energy has been depleted because of this. Then, like a jab to the gut, it all comes to fruition. The ugly canvas decorated with the hard, cold facts paints this horrifying image before his mind: your physical pain is a manifestation of that from within. Whether it’s intentional or not, it’s still an alarming prospect. Swallowing past the nausea permeating and rising into his throat, he takes a moment to reflect on how best to help you. He doesn’t want to be the one to tell you that you should keep pursuing that ragged hockey puck-lover but he also doesn’t want to see you in such disarray. He can’t bear the thought that you might get hurt worse than this.

With a steadying breath, he takes your hands in his own and smiles up at you sympathetically. “Don’t say that. You never know. There’s still time for things to change in your favour.”

If only he knew how much that gaze of his torments you; how his hands make yours burn cold. You silently beg of him to not look at you with such warmhearted affection, that the very thing he believes to have ruptured your heart is not Casey but is him. Part of you wishes that you could get angry and blame this on him for being so sweet, funny, and an overall joy to be around but that wouldn’t be fair. The reality is that you can’t blame anyone, not even yourself. Feelings can’t be forced nor can they be changed. Your eyes drop to the two sets of hands that rest on your lap, knowing you can’t stand to stare into those puppy-dog maroons much longer. 

Unenthused, you hum, “Guess so. Seems like you’re a little more on the hopeful side after that kiss on the cheek, huh?”

He glances away with an awkward smile. Everyone may assume that his head must have exploded when that happened and it would have done were it not for a certain change of circumstance. April kissing his cheek was ironically what led to him realising he loves you. At first, he was entirely confused. Why didn’t he get that round of butterflies? The heart palpitations? There wasn’t even a wild glee that he would have expected with something that monumental happening. Maybe there wasn’t supposed to be. He would have to look into it, he thought, and test it to figure out what was going on. An experiment that didn’t even make it to the drawing board. 

No more than an hour later, Donnie’s tending to a burn on your arm after you spilt boiling coffee on yourself; the first domino to fall in this onset of injuries he would serve medical attention to. Seeing you hurt struck something fierce within him. He had this sudden urgency to protect you, care for you, and look after you. Then, followed a quick daydream of holding you in his arms, close to his body and safe from any and all extraneous variables that could threaten you. It flashed before his eyes with such volatile ammunition he almost stumbled over the dressing work he had been so carefully wrapping around your forearm. That’s when he realised and, boy, he couldn’t look you straight in the eye for the remainder of that day. 

Perhaps, in a way then, your words ring true. He likes to believe he’s more hopeful. He likes to think he stands a better chance with you with how often you hang out and how well you get along. That’s why he doesn’t want you to give up on love. Regardless of where your sights are set, if you’re done with love, that’s his chance gone completely. He wants to keep that hope alive in you as well. Even if it’s for someone else, he doesn’t want you to be devoid of that sensation. It can hurt but it’s still a beautiful experience in his eyes. 

Realising your smaller fingers are still overlapped in his, he blushes - a blush you assume to be the result of your conversation. He finally withdraws his grasp lest he risks you experiencing the backlash of his suddenly clammy palms. It’s about time that he secures your ankle in a bandage, anyway. 

Ignoring your question altogether, he laughs nervously and clears his throat. “Well, the good news is that nothing is broken. Most of the fall was taken by your ligaments, though, so you won’t be able to walk properly for a few days. My recommendation is you rest at home in the meantime.”

You toss your head back into the chair and groan out lethargically, “If only I could replace it with a robotic one, hm?” Along with your overly attached, love-sick heart. “Would make things easier.”

“As long as you know to come here for repairs. Robotic limbs need just as much care and attention as organic ones.”

Glancing away, your lips turn up at the sides bashfully. There’s a smile. A genuine smile. He’s been waiting all day - a few days - to see one of those. What a dork. You can only hope your ankle does a fast job of getting better. At least that means no school for a few days but it’s still a bother. Simultaneously, that means no visits to the lair until you’re healed up. The thought is upsetting but you can’t help thinking it might do you some good; a bit of distance to calm the erratic, painful ache of the suffering muscle that sits behind your ribcage. Distance and distraction. On the topic of distractions, a particular object of interest has caught your eye from across the room: a small, rectangular mound hidden beneath a thin layer of cloth.

“Hey, what’ve you got under this?” 

You don’t even wait for an answer, opting to propel yourself over to his desk with your good foot. The office chair glides along the floor and, before he can stop you, you’re already pulling the tarp from this mystery item. For someone who’s just injured their ankle, you’re annoyingly quick to feed curiosity’s temptation. Your snoopiness would reveal a narrow box, that which you open too, further revealing a slim sliver of chain with a charm sitting comfortably in the centre of it. Said charm is a purple turtle and you don’t have to think hard to figure out that this is a gift for a certain red-head. It’s magnificently crafted if not a little corny but you can commend his boldness.

“I’m sure April will like it,” you say sweetly enough that it masks the disdain bubbling in your throat. With a quiet sigh, you return the necklace to its resting place, fingertips brushing over the top of the box. “If she doesn’t, though, I… think it’s beautiful.”

Truthfully, that’s the only appraisal he’s looking for, especially seeing as he’s made it for you. He should take the opportunity whilst he’s riding on that high. You like it. He should just say that it’s for you. Get it out there and proclaim his feelings if not at least allude to them but the melancholy behind your eyes chokes him out of trying. It’s not the right time. Your heart is fragile - far too fragile to be here any longer, you’ve decided. 

“Thanks again for helping out,” you mumble, swallowing past a lump whilst you attempt to stand. “Better make a start on resting, huh?”

Quickly, he holds an arm out in case you need to grab onto it, face scrunched and brows raised from the middle. “H-Hey, wait! Can I at least walk you back home? That manhole cover is gonna be a struggle let alone the ladder to get to it.”

Cursing the kindness of this tall terrapin would be cruel but he just makes it so darn difficult to not fall more victim to your feelings. You would love nothing more than to take his offer. Wholehandedly, you would within a quarter of a second. There’s just one teeny tiny problem, however. 

“I appreciate the offer, Donnie, but it’s still daytime,” you remind him. 

In his overzealousness, he had missed that fact. A seemingly obvious detail that he wouldn’t typically forget were he not so worried about you. He is not letting you go back to the surface alone in your current condition - both the physical and mental. Wishing to be human isn’t a naturally occurring thought but it’s currently a prevalent desire. How is he meant to ensure a safe trip home if he can’t go topside? Just as begins formulating a plan, a certain dark-apparelled miscreant passes the lab. Donnie can’t believe he’s actually going to do this but it seems like the only option. 

“Casey.” He raises a hand dilatorily to catch the teenager’s attention. “Any chance you could escort (Y/n) home?”

Casey takes one look at your wrapped ankle and throws out two finger guns with a wink. “Jones is on the case.”

He understood the assignment quickly enough at least. Hooray for him. Donatello is prompt to smile when you cast him an estranged glance. You reckon he’s trying to wingman you, which is almost hilarious. If only he knew. Your “escort” temporarily donates you his hockey stick as a makeshift crutch and places a hand between your shoulder blades as extra leverage whilst walking you out. Donnie may have been lying to himself before. He doesn’t want you to be devoid of love but he doesn’t want your love to be directed elsewhere like he had initially tried to come to terms with. It should be him. He wants it so badly to be him. Pitifully, he watches you leave, hearing Casey remark something along the lines of “you’re in safe hands” before the two of you are out of earshot. Such friendly, flirtatious comments from your prior crush would have had you in a tizzy but, weirdly, you find comfort in them. It’s a short moment of silence for your incessant pining. 

Now, all there is to do is hope that your forced rest isn’t met with bedridden wallowing for the oncoming days.

I know the first kiss on the cheek moment doesn't really fit with how it goes in the show but that's the point of fanfiction, is it not? :P Hope you enjoyed! I'm gonna lie down now, holy jeebus

[deadbydangit]

Was wondering if you could do a part two on an injured reader prompt with Huntress, Deathslinger, and Trickster.

Thank you in advance!

I believe I can. Please enjoy.

With an injured reader: Huntress, Deathslinger, Trickster

Huntress

Anna is used to getting hurt.

She's also used to taking care of herself.

So when you get hurt, she won't see it as a big deal unless you're seriously injured.

Even then, to her a serious injury might not seem like that big a deal.

You have to remember how she was raised.

To her, a broken arm might just be something she brushes off.

It's not that she doesn't care.

She just doesn't understand it.

Once you express and tell her how much pain you're in, then she'll understand the situation a bit more.

You might think she's not good at treating wounds, however, it's actually the opposite.

Well she might be a bit rough about it, she knows how to treat wounds properly.

Although modern medicine is something lost to her, naturalistic healing is something she's very well versed in.

Again, that's just how she was raised and how she took care of herself.

If it's a serious injury, she'll be patching you up and giving you naturalistic cures.

Even if you don't like it.

She knows which plants have medicinal properties and how to use them.

And, yes, she knows they taste bad. But you're going to eat them if you know what's good for you.

Either you have them crushed up in a soup, or she shoves them down your throat.

I'd pick the first option if I were you.

Although gentle might not be a word in her vocabulary, she'll certainly try for you.

She'll even try and spoil you while you're hurt.

Is she good at it?

No.

But she sincerely making an effort.

She might try and carry you around or spoon feed you like a baby.

Yes, she's a little rough around the edges, but you know she's trying.

And she wouldn't do it for anybody else.

Deathslinger

This man's an inventor, not a doctor.

So, safe to say he isn't exactly the best help when it comes to injuries.

Heck, he fixed his own injuries with inventions.

And look how they turned out.

His other injuries?

Caleb ignores them.

Just take a good look at his jaw.

However, he knows an injured person when he sees one.

And he knows you're in pain.

He can't bear to see that.

He might not be the greatest at caring for others, but for you, he's going to try his damnest.

However, he's smart enough to know that he can't patch you up himself.

He knows that will cause more damage than do any good.

Therefore, he'll be searching high and low for the next best person.

"I know damned well I'm no doctor. But that Doctor fellow ain't no doctor either."

He's smart enough to know not to send you to Herman.

He figured Sally is the next best person.

While he doesn't know what to do, he'll be by your side the entire time.

If you need to squeeze his hand, he'll let you do that too.

He's also very good at listening and following post care instructions.

He'll make sure you take your medicine, or we bandage your wounds.

And if that means you can't drink any alcohol for the next few days?

He'll make sure you follow through with it.

He'll even go sober with you.

That's how much he cares for you and loves you.

Trickster

Ji-Woon isn't really good at taking care of others.

Himself?

Sure.

Others?

Not at all.

So you're going to have to be really hurt for him to notice.

It's not that he doesn't care, He's Just Not That observant of others and how others feel.

But once he realizes you're hurt, he's going to freak out a little bit.

God forbid there's any blood.

He loves to see other people bleed and suffer when he's the one inflicting the pain.

You?

He's panicking.

Even worse than you might be.

And if he gets any of your blood on him?

You'll mistake the screaming for that of a little girl.

The first step is getting him to calm down.

After that, you're going to have to take charge and tell him where and what to bring you.

Soon, he'll be doing a little bit better considering someone is giving him directions.

After the initial care is done, you'll still be on your own to an extent.

He isn't good about reminding you to take your medicine if you need to take medicine, or rewrapping wounds.

And if you need anything, you'll have to be extremely specific about it or he'll get you something completely wrong.

However, he is great moral and emotional support.

He'll sit by you for hours, just checking in on you.

Heck, he'll even sing you a lullaby if it helps you fall asleep.

Sure, this isn't his forte.

But it's evident he's making an effort. And he wouldn't do that for anybody else.

[jenna12381]

Thieves In Time Redux: Rewriting Episode 5

Listen to Toad Town - Purple Streamer Removal while reading this.

Episode 4: Here

Episode 6: Here

We're almost at the finish line, kids.

I've included an as of yet unnamed penultimate mission to this one. Naming it will likely be one the toughest things I'll have to do when I get around to Episode 5 in my upcoming full rewrite...

Here's how the final regular episode will go...

Just so you know, Salim is still the ancestor in need of help. Miss Decibel is also still the villain who needs to be defeated.

After the events of last episode, the boys' trust in Penelope has reached an all time high, in very stark contrast to canon. They absolutely love her.

Our heroine, meanwhile, has managed to see the error of her ways. She's also nearing the end of her character arc. She's no longer distant. She's grown to like her friends all over again. In fact, she's grown to believe they're all she should care about for the rest of her life.

Can you blame her for overcorrecting after the giant mistake she made?

Now that Penelope has achieved most of her goals, only two remain:

First, defeat Le Paradox. And second, take her secret of betrayal to her grave.

We've also seen other changes in the characters, mostly regarding Sly and Bentley.

I'll get back to Sly when I get to All Rolled Up.

Bentley, however, has come to understand something vitally important. His girlfriend is not a helpless damsel. Heck, he's even willing to send her off to dangerous missions, confident she'll return in one piece. He's also just as willing to patch up her injuries without freaking out at the slightest cut or bruise. He even believes the gang’s common enemies should be afraid of her, not the other way around.

And most importantly... he's grown to become incredibly proud of her, saying as much in the unnamed penultimate mission.

Did I mention that recognition is actually one of the things Penelope has been wanting since the beginning of this rewrite? I don't believe I need to say how happy hearing that would make her.

Speaking of which, let's talk about Murray.

Unless you count Carmelita, Murray is the only playable character who doesn't get a lot of development. The most he gets is his brother/sister relationship with Penelope.

And the big payoff? She finally acknowledges him as her honorary older brother, during the mission Copy Cats.

Murray's reaction is, in a single word, priceless. His younger sister took this long to finally be ready to see him as her big brother.

The reason I say all of this now is because of what happens during All Rolled Up.

If you'll recall from vanilla, Carmelita ended up having to pose as a belly dancer while the boys did their thing.

In this rewrite, I thought I'd have Carmelita pilot a belly dancing robot created by Penelope. In the meantime, the boys and Penelope break into wherever that door goes.

Why does Penelope go in there instead of piloting the robot? Simple. She firmly believes she can be of more use to the boys if she goes with them. She's also still trying her hardest to redeem herself; that is, play a major role in taking Le Paradox down.

At this point, the possibility that her secret could come out matters very little. She's too close to her goal to slow down now.

Before we go any further, though, it's time we talked about Sly and Carmelita once more.

Sly and Carmelita have not been getting along well at all. Everything that has happened has led to Sly doing something a little surprising, even in-universe.

Sly's going to give up on Carmelita. In his mind, his chances with her are shot. But before that, he will apologize for his dishonesty. He does that during the unnamed penultimate mission.

Sly giving up on the love of his life happens at the beginning of All Rolled Up. He also announces that he will not be going back to his job as a cop. He's staying with his friends, because they need each other.

He would still like a future with Carmelita, but doesn't think it'll ever be possible after what he did. For now, he'll settle for an eternal future with his honorary brothers and sister.

As in canon, Carmelita is left behind. Our four heroes (Sly, Bentley, Murray, and Penelope) head inside.

The next series of scenes shows us just how much Penelope has grown since Episode 0.

She joins a Team Hand Stack as though it's second nature to her.

Rather than being dragged along for the ride, she actively helps the boys advance forward, and is more often than not at the ready with banter. In fact, she's happier than she's ever been.

She jumps into action when her friends are threatened, especially for Bentley. And luckily for her, Bentley is no longer overprotective. He applauds her heroic efforts.

But nothing lasts forever... Our four heroes are soon met by Le Paradox and Miss Decibel.

"Wait, hold the phone. Four? That cannot... *looks at Penelope, and sees a silver Cooper Gang badge where a Le Paradox emblem should be*"

You can probably guess what happens next...

"Oh, for the love of... You can drop the act now, Penelope."

This is where Penelope gets outed as a traitor. She falls silent. The boys think Le Paradox is lying... until he clarifies...

"Now, why do you look so ashamed? You should be proud of this beautiful blimp you helped me build!"

That's right. A Liar Revealed scene.

Le Paradox, thinking Penelope has been acting this entire time, asks her to rejoin his side.

Too bad there's only one problem with Le Paradox's little speech. Penelope's not acting anymore. She's on the heroes' side now. She refuses his order to return.

She also tries to convince Miss Decibel to stop fighting for someone who doesn't care about her (or anyone besides himself, for that matter), but the latter doesn't listen.

Our four heroes then proceed to fight Miss Decibel and win.

After the boss fight, there is no celebration. Le Paradox has taken Carmelita, and Penelope has been revealed as a traitor to her friends. The fact that she's no longer working for Le Paradox matters little, at least for right now.

Our four heroes return to modern day Paris, not looking forward to what they find. The boys also have no idea what they'll do with Penelope.

You might be wondering why the Liar Revealed scene is during Episode 5, rather than in 4.

Hear me out. It makes more narrative sense for the reveal to happen right now.

Our main focus is on Penelope, and what she would lose if her secret came out. Let's have it come out when everyone's trust in her is at its highest point, and while she's willing to actively help them.

And yes, the journey back to modern-day Paris is very quiet for our four heroes.

Next time, we're going to see how Episode 6 plays out.

[autumnslance]

11, 21, 36

11. Opinion on platonic ships?

Already given! Platonic is great, even often preferred, for me.

21. Any rivals for the ship?

For awhile, Thancred thought Haurchefant was something of one, or that Aymeric could be. But soon realized that was not what Aeryn was looking for, nor what happened with her and the late knight. Aeryn for her part can be jealous and knows it's not warranted; Thancred hasn't been a flirt in years.

Also, both are demi-romantic (in my headcanon for Thancred anyway), and take awhile to really warm up to anyone in that way, their connection to each other forming over time, his initial physical attraction turning into more, while she eventually warmed both physically and romantically as she's demi-sexual (and somewhere between sex -neutral and -accepting) as well.

So no real rivals for either one's affections at this point (heck, this wasn't supposed to happen to begin with).

Closest that comes to it in any other definition is in the RP Gageverse, Erick and Thancred are similar enough to not be able to stand one another, while Meya and Aeryn are fashion pals.

36. Describe one example of comforting after a bad day.

"A Moment's Respite" is a good example; from the 5.5 patch and a breather after Paglth'an. Slow removing of each other's armor, checking for injuries, him combing out Aeryn's hair, gently helping each other bathe. Making out and cuddling a little. (Getting interrupted).

Reading while snuggling is also common. They know each others' favorite ways to drink tea and coffee, favorite snacks/treats/comfort food.

[distantxlight]

[erin-bo-berin]

Fluff for Steve and the Reader where he realizes that she was beautiful all along? Like little moments leading up to the “I’m in love with her”

Oh man this is so freaking adorable, I love this! Steve would be (heck he is one) that falls hard, definitely.

At first, it was the small things Steve seemed to notice about you.

The way your brows drew together and your mouth turned down at the corners when you were thinking about something.

The way that you always seemed to have some sort of tune in your head at all times causing you to hum to yourself randomly.

The way you preferred to rest your chin in your left hand—despite being dominantly right handed.

The way you scrunched your nose just the tiniest bit when you laughed.

The way you were always the first to offer someone a hug. You were always a very touchy person, as long as the other person was comfortable with it.

It was just a handful of tiny things he observed about you.

Then, it was other things that stuck with him, sometimes even when you weren’t around.

The smell of your shampoo flooded his nostrils, the sound of your laugh rang in his ears, the image of you, playing with the kids just the week before in an unusual moment of freedom from danger, your hair blowing gently in the wind to caress your face.

Steve didn’t think he could pinpoint exactly when you started to permeate his thoughts. Or how you became the one person he was always most excited to see.

If he had a bad day, he would always go to you. You knew how to make him laugh harder than he had in a long time. You would effortlessly take his mind off any worries, this world or the Upside Down worldly, with such little effort.

When had you started taking his breath away?

When had you made a way past the barriers he’d thought he so tightly kept around his heart?

When did all of it change?

He didn’t have any answers for those questions, but he knew the answer to one thing, not long later.

It was a battle against Vecna. A hard one at that.

No one had won, not really.

Vecna had disappeared without a trace, surely off to plan his next attack.

The group had suffered injuries, many of the members had been struck down. Thankfully, no one was fatally wounded, but Steve knew he’d never forget the way you ran to Max’s side, in a pure panic to help her.

Vecna hadn’t gotten to her. Once again, she’d escaped his grasps, but the fall had injured her pretty badly. There was an inch long gash along her temple, enough to knock the usual tough as nails teen, out cold.

Lucas held her in his arms, clearly worried beyond belief.

“She’ll be okay. It doesn’t look like it’ll need stitches,” you’d assured the boy, “Just keep an eye on it okay? I’ll make sure to patch it up when we get back.”

Lucas nodded, looking calmer already. Your voice had been firm and steady, not showing an ounce of the fear, the fatigue, the pain you clearly felt.

There you were, badly injured yourself. A bat bite to the arm, scratches, bruises, a cut on your cheek, but you were taking care of Max first, calming Lucas and then you were in front of him, asking if he was okay. Asking if you needed to look at his injuries.

It hit him like a ton of bricks then.

He was pretty sure even Vecna couldn’t hit him as hard as the realization had hit him.

You were beautiful. You had always been this beautiful.

Even standing in front of him, bloodied, battered, torn clothes and all, you were the most striking thing he’d ever seen.

He, Steve Harrington, was in love with you.

[starkool]

Hi can you do a post where reader is badly injured and lost and your favourite Dislyte character rescues them?

hahahaha my favourites would either not come at all or just wouldnt care LMFAO *cough* anyways-

Character's included: Jacob, Tang Xuan and Yun, Freddy, Clara, Raven

TW! : mentions of injuries and blood!

~~Injured and Lost Reader HC's~~

Jacob;

-Okay lets be honest, he wouldnt even notice you're gone until a few hours (maybe even days) pass. like he just passed out, sound asleep and he dosen't see you next to him or something

-When he DOES notice you're gone he starts to worry a little

-Questions start to flow in his mind; Why did you leave? where did you go? are you even doing okay wherever you are?

-And each passing hour you don't come back he's getting more and more worried

-You should've been back by now, where the actual heck are you?? Why didn't you come back?

-He just goes out there looking for you, no matter where you are, you are his lover for godness sake!

-Before he himself goes out he maybe, only maybe will he send a group of random decree members he's in charge of to look for you.

-But they're absolute fools in his opinion so he orders them back and goes searching for you himself in the end

-When he finds you passed out with cuts and blood on your body he starts freaking out

-who done this? why did they do this to you?

-He wants anwsers and he wants them now

-Hes taken you to the decree got you medical treatment prepare for some serious interogation

-why did you go out, when did you go out, who is the cause of this etc.

-After you tell him you were just wandering the woods out of sheer boredom and you got ambushed by some wolves he stares at you as if you're an idiot

-You scared him to death, and instead of all the scenarios he imagined, its this?

-He wants repayment fast. cuddle him for hours maybe even days and he'll forgive you

Tang yun;

-My boy notices IMMEDIATELY.

-He sends decree members to search for you and he does get a bit aggresive while ordering them around

-he joins these search teams aswell but when he has no luck in finding you he gets angry at himself

-resulting in him having a mental breakdown most of the time

-After he finds you, you're already taken care of by his very hands during his scolding

-Some decree members actually tell you to don't just go out thr woods alone and get lost they suffered enough

-You just look at them in confusion and look at Tang yun who just appeared right next to you and just shrugged when he noticed your gaze on him

-So you leave them to go to your room, the result of that is the decree member gets the most hurtful whooping he ever recieved from your boyfriend.

Tang Xuan;

-Dosen't notice in the first like 4 hours

-He's apart of the union so he has a busy life, but he does notice rather quickly to be honest

-When he does he dosen't get that worried

-He knows you can protect yourself, you guys train with him and his friends all the time so you did prove to be strong

-but after awhile he does get nervous

-like "its been days??? hello?? lover where tf you at???" is him

-He goes on INTENSE searches

-Every speck of the city has to be checked by this man

-even the dumpsters...

-Khm... now after he found you he got relieved but did worry about your newly acquired scars

-He Asks Suhua or anyone from the medical part of the union to help patch you up, he's not the best at medical treatment sorry.

-In the end you get lost, then found, then tackled into a very long cuddle session by him

Freddy;

-Bro's gonna go feral, im serious

-He's going full detective mod like BRO CALM DOWN A BIT...

-He's destroyed some decree rooms a few times while you're missing, the other members are looking for you themselves just to end this madness Freddy's causing them

-Freddy goes searching too, but he mostly stays inside the decree, to destroy the decoration to check if you ever come back willingly

-When you do get found, expect a lot of mumbling and grumbling from this furry beast of a man

-He goes full mother wolf mode

-"I told you to atkeats text me wherever youre going! SO THAT WE COULD DODGE SITUATIONS LIKE THESE!!"

-yeah he went feral calmed down then went feral while lecturing you

-But dw you're safe, just give him the love he didn't get during the time you were missing and you're good to go kind sir (You do get forbidden from going anywhere without him tho so its not worth it)

Clara;

-The CALMEST out of all of these bitches

-Maybe a bit TOOOOO calm

-Its like she expected this to happen, but she didn't???

-She knows what she's doing so like, she easily finds you (with help its going to take like 20 minutes, without help like half an hour),

-When she saw you injured she patched you up on the spot

-Bless her for being apart of the medical ops

-You get healed pretty quickly and during ghe walk back to the union you explain about your lil' trip to the woods

-She warns you to be carefull next time, she dosen't forbidden yiu to go alone like someone... khm... she lets you do you're own thing, you're a strong person she believes in you very well

Raven;

-Definition of looks chill on the outside but panicking on the inside

-This woman could go apeshit any second...

-the union starts to distance themselves from ger while you're gone

-She's giving frantic orders to members to search and find you ASAP.

-She joins aswell

-When she finds you (or ine of the members) she takes off her half coat thing and drapes it over you so that you don't get a cold (even if its the middle of a summer)

-She gets Clara to treat your wounds and when you're free to go you'll meet a very deadly glare

-She wants you to explain on the spot

-She does call you stupid and dumb after you tell her the story (she does say sorry after a bit you just need to wait for it)

-reassure her and you're good to go!

[theinternetisaweboflies]

Gates to Heck Chapter 2

It’s a little on the short side, but I’m happy to be able to post Chapter 2 for Teru’s birthday.

This story is a follow-up to the omake "Teaching Mob Basketball > Anti-terrorism", in which Teru does a vigilante-justice speedrun so he can teach Mob how to dribble. 

"Spirits and Such Consultation, this is the greatest psychic of the 21st Century, Reigen Arataka, speaking."

"Shishou-"

"Oh, Mob." Reigen dropped the voice. "I thought you were learning how to dribble today. What's the-"

"Shishou, I need your help."

"I already told you, I don't play the ball sports." Reigen heard a suppressed sound from the kitchenette. As if Serizawa had room to snort. The only sport he played was Wii Golf.

"It's Hanazawa-kun. He's- He's hurt."

"How badly hurt are we talking?" Reigen closed the lid of his laptop. "Do you need an ambulance?"

"I don't think so? He came to basketball practice, but then he fainted. I think his head is hurt, and also his arm, but it's not just the injuries. It's everything."

"Everything?"

Serizawa appeared in the kitchenette doorway, looking for all the world like a concerned housewife with his dishwashing gloves and furrowed brow.

"When I asked how he got hurt, he laughed so hard he passed out again. Well, I did ask if he was forming another gang, which may have been rude, now that I consider it. He wouldn't-

"Wait a second," said Reigen, waving a hand even though only Serizawa was there to see him. "Middle schools have gangs?"

"Yes," said Mob. "Hanazawa-kun was the urabanchou at Black Vinegar."

"Middle school gangs have shadow leaders?" When Reigen was fourteen, he was eating cup noodles and drawing Sailor Moon doujinshi like it was a full-time job.

"Yes, but- but that doesn't matter, Shishou. He's acting tired, like he did before, and he's gotten thin again. He must weigh less than…" Mob gave a small grunt. "50 kilograms."

"Did- Did you just pick him up?"

"Well, that's how much I can lift in my club." Mob's voice had the barest hint of defensiveness.

"Really? Wow."

"Just the deadlift."

"I know what that means," said Reigen. He started playing with a stress toy on his desk. Mob's friend, Kurata-chan, had gotten it for him last month, no doubt as some sort of joke, but squeezing the little alien until its eyes popped was strangely satisfying.

If Hanazawa had lost that much weight, it must have been more than a schoolyard fight. It had to be a chronic issue, like bullying, or even abuse.

Reigen swallowed hard. "His parents still overseas?"

"Yes," said Mob. "They have been since he was nine. He doesn't have anyone to take care of him." The kid was never what you would call expressive, but there was a note in his voice that Reigen could only describe as panic. "Shishou, I think he has a concussion, and I don't know what to do."

Reigen was already patting his pockets: wallets, keys, business cards, salt. "Right. I'll be there as soon as I can swing by a pharmacy."

"He doesn't need first aid supplies," said Mob, his voice going strangely grave.

"Okay?"

"Oh, actually, he's running low on cooling patches. I think he has a Failure Fever too."

"Failure… fever?" Reigen grabbed some cooling patches from the office first aid kit and waved a quick goodbye to Serizawa, whose forehead was more furrowed than ever. Reigen had to resist the sudden impulse to smooth it down with his thumb.

"Hanazawa-kun gets a fever whenever he loses something."

Reigen hailed the first cab he saw. "Let me get this straight. You're telling me he has a psychosomatic reaction to losing fights? With middle school gangs?"

He fumbled with his wallet for the paper containing Hanazawa's address, which he'd kept tucked away ever since their final confrontation with Claw.

"No, I think it was mostly with Claw."

For a moment, Reigen thought he had misheard, somehow conflating Mob's words with his own thoughts.

"Claw- They- Mob, do you mean they went after him before they took Otouto-kun?"

"He was nine the first time they went after him," said Mob.

Reigen kept moving on autopilot, sliding into the cab's backseat and shoving the paper into the driver's hands. He didn't bother to cover the mouthpiece when he said, "Sorry, sick kid."

The driver nodded, tapping a Polaroid taped to the dash. The cab pulled into traffic and Reigen returned to his conversation with Mob.

"The same age he was when his parents left?" he asked, because that was easier than thinking about psychic terrorists targeting a literal child for five years.

Mob made a noise of assent. "He said it was safer that way."

"…Safer?"

"I didn't understand at first either, but I think he meant safer for them."

Reigen did cover the mouthpiece this time. At least the cab driver didn't seem to mind all the swearing.

[sixeyesgojo]

The dead reader made me sad how about something a bit funny but dark based of a comic Tapas called Undying Happiness (it’s been dubbed on YouTube too if you wants to go see it) where the main character falls in love with a guy who’s family has the ability to be able to regenerates wounds even from a skeleton. So do you think we can the cast react to a basically immortal reader?

I like this idea! I also checked out the source material and man, that was SOOO FUNNY lmaoo

Thanks for sending this ask, anon! I think my readers deserve some calm before the storm that’s about to come lol

Summary: undead!reader messing with Team Gojo because why not ;)

Characters: Team Gojo + Sukuna x undead!Reader

Content warning: major injuries (loss of limbs?), mentions of blood

A/N: This is the post anon is talking about: leaving them behind hc

Gojo Satoru

After a while, he will start making jokes about it. You’re not exactly amused at this fool joking around while you’re bleeding out. Gojo is still a little worried (it’s a secret, don’t tell anybody) because he’s firmly convinced that this technique has to have some kind of drawback but it does not. Or at least there hasn’t been any ever since you discovered this ability.

The first time, he would be slightly taken aback but not entirely surprised. You just lost an entire arm; blasted away until only your bones remained but you didn’t even flinch? How in the world?

Truth to be told, you were already kind of used to this. Having to deal with this frequently (including all the “Aren’t you more of a curse?” questions), you already half expected something of the sort of him as well.

However, after processing what just happened, he’ll just shrug. This man has seen more in his life than any other Jujutsu sorcerer ever could, starting from as early as his baby days, thanks to the six eyes. Nothing bothers him all too much.

He’ll just treat it as if you are using Reversed Cursed Technique, just like Shoko.

“Babe, what are you doing? Losing an arm again? Oh my god, that is sooo 2017. Come up with something new to shock me with!” he snickers. “Satoru, I swear you are doing this on purpose,” you got mad while holding the space your arm once held. The bloody substance dripping right through your fingers as the lost limb slowly regenerated. 

“It’s really no wonder people constantly ask me why I haven’t exorcised the curse who is sticking to me!” he laughs. You pout, “Rude! I’m not a curse.”

Itadori Yuji

The first time, he is absolutely freaked out. He tries to frantically stop the bleeding in the most clumsy way ever; hands shaking so much it would have the opposite effect. You? You’re calm and you try to calm him down by saying “it’s just an arm” and he goes “JUST AN ARM? THAT’S A LIMB THOUGH???” even more frantically. He already has a few screws loose up there and he knows it but hearing you say that so casually makes him rethink all his decisions in life. It takes him several minutes to calm down. Even though he is a sorcerer now and has seen his fair share of shit happening, including the sopping hole in his chest when Sukuna ripped out his heart, this tops all of it.

After a while, he will be more at ease but still very very worried about you. He doesn’t like seeing you get hurt, even if it’s just a small scratch. Yuji is very relieved when he sees the flesh and skin building back, may even be a little bit fascinated but also grossed out. He will definitely ask you lots of different stuff about it.

“Does it hurt when it does that?” he looks at your regrowing limb. “What do you mean, Yuji?” you give him a quizzical look. He points at your limb, “That. Does that hurt?”

“Well, of course losing a limb hurts but I have had this ability for the longest time, so I got used to feeling the pain. If you mean regrowing this, then no. It tickles a little, I guess?”

The look on his face was priceless.

Fushiguro Megumi

After a while, he will still be frantic at first but then it finally clicks. His head goes “oh, right.” and he calms down, the tension visibly leaves his body, because by now, he knows it’s not that big of an issue anymore. That does not mean he ceased to help you take care of it though - and he does a great job at it.

The first time, he thinks you’ll die on him. The boy is so frantic, his mind goes blank. His chest will break out of his ribcage soon, he feels, but then he sees your calm face. Utter confusion descends down on him; what the hell was happening? Why weren’t you screaming in pain? Why was your facial expression so calm? Maybe it was a shock?

But no, you were calm all over and simply said, “Whoops?”

Consider him confused for his entire life now. He doesn’t understand what’s happening at all and his mind is set on helping you nevertheless.

"Ugh, I’m bleeding all over your uniform. I’m so sorry, ‘Gumi,” you mumble as he patches up what he can. “That’s fine, I can just wash it later,” he bluntly states, his eyes hyperfocused on your wound.

“I’ll wash it for you! I owe you that, it’s the least I can do,” you offer. “Just hold still for now, so I can contain the bleeding - don’t want you to bleed out on me. It’d be a hassle.”

“Hehe, sorry,” you say sheepishly.

Kugisaki Nobara

After a while, she will simply proceed to beat the shit out of whoever did this to you first. She will beat them into a pulp and then exorcise them (in case it was a curse). It’s a little comedic for you to see her get worked up over this after seeing it so many times but at the same time, it melts your heart a little.

The first time, the girl rushes to your aid immediately, telling Fushiguro to handle this curse. “Are you okay?” she asks you and her voice is trembling audibly. It was a stupid question to ask, she thinks. But she doesn’t expect to see you stupidly grin back at her, “Yeah, I’m totally fine, don’t worry about me. This will take some time to grow back but it will.”

Grow back? What? She’s confused. Are you pulling a prank on her? It has to be a prank, right?

“No, this isn’t a prank, I’m serious here,” you laughed.

"You really think you can hurt them without facing repercussions, huh? You are so dumb; I almost feel sorry for how stupid you are, thinking that, when I am right here. Now let’s get ready for a game because I can and absolutely will drag this out; learn your lesson!” Nobara yells at the curse and you only chuckle.

Ryomen Sukuna

The first time, he just clicks his tongue in annoyance, looking at whatever hurt you with fiercely glowing eyes. There would be hell to pay for them. He is annoyed at whatever hurt you but he knows he can fix you easily with his Reversed Cursed Technique. This was so inconvenient, not fun. Quickly, he eliminates the source of your pain and turns to you. He had expected you to have passed out. However, once he sees the wound slowly closing up, a strange grin forms on his face and he starts hollering loudly, “What the heck is that, pet? That’s amusing.”

After a while, he will just sit back and watch as you handle it yourself: free entertainment for his bored soul. He may or may not be generous enough to speed up your recovery with his own Reversed Cursed Technique but I’d rather not count on it because it depends on how he is feeling after you finished the battle.

“Oh? You seem to regenerate a little faster now, even without my help. You take more and more after me, did spending all that time with me turn you into a curse now?” the King of Curses sneers loudly. “Heeey, I’m not a curse! But I would feel better if you helped me out with it instead of sneering at me,” you pouted. For a moment, he seemed to think, “No. It’s amusing.”

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Angel deserves the world I hurt her so much.

Karl seems like the type of person to walk in meetings with Injury, I feel like for Miranda "family" she has meetings weekly or at least every couple weeks, and game nights ARE I thing

So Karl walking in the meeting with a really Baad shoulder injury and cuts along his face (one of his experiments gone wrong)

Alicna teasing him he can't even get there withouts being a mess,

Jet glaring slightly like what the heck he looks like he's losing alot of blood alicna

(angel and Karl are not dating this is probably right after he saw her wings for the first time, the reason why the experimental went wrong was because he was so distracted thinking about her, his new realization he loves her, and all the issues that could cause)) Angel walking over gently looking at him concerned only her hood down so he can see her beautiful face he says "I'm fine angel, no need to dote on me, a little Injury won't do me no harm" she still sat in front of him with a clean alcohol drenched cloth he insisted"angel. No I can handle it!" She looking down not wanting to upset him but really cannot bare him being injured,

(angel literally never asks for anything she still a truamtic thing)

she looks up at him. Worry in her eyes, it hurts, she's normal always smiling, was she really that worried over me. "Sorry angel, I. Didn't mean to yell at ya, " apologize came hard for Karl but.. looking at her face made it much easier, she signed "can I help? Or can you patch it up please? ....." He sighed and let her. She was so gently but the alcohol still felt like hell. her gently wiping his face, patching him up with such care, then moved on to his shoulder that had a hole in it,gently removing his ripped jacket. (stopping herself from hugging it it smelt like him, she doesn't think she deserves that comfort and the jacket isn't hers, in her head) gently moving his shirt hair etc and patching him up, before sewing up the hole, and then the hole in his jacket, passing him his jacket, Karl only then realized he was staring at HER the entire time not what she was doing, she could have drugged him and he wouldn't have noticed, why did she have to be so gentle?

Jet watching the two, knowing how bad Karl has if for his sister, I'f it where anyone else Karl would have killed them for even going near him or mentioning it, and the sorry? Icing on the cake,

Alicna actually also toke notice, with how gently Karl looked at her, and how less agreesive he seemed to be, he was really gentle with her for being the Brutis man she knows he is,

Donna, Angie and the fish dude, creating ship names already.

Miranda watching carefully at angels knowledge, and how Karl seemed....less stressed. Angel was always caring towards everyone, but. Something WAS there for Karl. She felt something, just like when she protected him. She cares deeper for him, ....angel didn't still have a place to stay, maybe for now Miranda could have her stay with Karl, help them a little,

Aaaa, they are so cute omg! I like how Karl tries to play it tough but fails. I also like how obvious his affection for Angel is, and it's so cute to see this man be gentle and apologize.

Also, fish dude lmao, i loved that.

Donna, Angie and the fish dude are having a little gossip group, and they gather at Donna's house every Friday to talk about the latest news in the village. Sometimes Miranda and Alcina's daughters join too.

[honeybunnybeez]

IF ITS ALRIGHT CAN YOU DO A PART 2 OF KISS IT BETTER THAT WAS SO CUTE AND FLUFFY I LOVED IT

Love me sweeter

♡Genre: Fluff!

♡Poly!Karlnapity x crush!GN!reader

♡Format: Fanfiction

♡Reader is Gender Neutral!

♡Summary: Part 2 of, Kiss it better. Karl, Sapnap and Quackity still cling onto that promise of yours for a lunch date and more kisses. However, you certainly didn't expect it to go this way at all. You certainly aren't complaining though.

Quackity: (y/n)

Quackity: (y/n)

Quackity: (y/n)

Quackity: (Y/N)!

Sapnap: Babe, give it a rest, they're probably busy.

Karl: Wait, let me try.

Quackity: If they didn't respond to me what makes you think they'd respond to you?

Sapnap: He's got you there, Karl.

Karl: Watch this.

Karl: (y/n)?

(Y/n): Yes, Karl my beloved?

Sapnap: What the heck!?

Quackity: (Y/N), HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?

You can't help but laugh as they accuse you of favouritism, jokingly arguing amongst themselves about it. You had just finished patching up Sam after another recent burn injury and were currently putting away your bandages and empty potion bottles. Taking out your clock real quick, you panic a little seeing that it was already 11:30, you haven't even gathered the ingredients for lunch you promised them yet.

"I really should stop talking about the kids to Sam when I'm in a rush," you mumble to yourself, knowing full well that you aren't going to stick to what you said.

Once everything is placed back where it should be you finally check your communicator again.

Quackity: (y/n), come oooon, don't ignore us again.

Karl: You ignored me as well :(

Sapnap: (y/n), it's importaaant.

(Y/n): Alright, alright, I'm back on.

(Y/n): You guys are so needy

Karl: I thought you loved that about us?

(Y/n): Not when I'm working, sweetheart.

You couldn't hear it (of course you couldn't, you lived pretty far away from them after all), but Karl was currently giggling like a mad man while Sapnap and Quackity playfully argued with him once again.

"Seriously!? You get the pet name too?

"Karl Jacobs, is there some sort of trick to wooing them that you aren't telling us?"

"I'm just adorable, you two," and his fiances couldn't even deny that. Instead of continuing to 'fight' over it, they huddle closer to Karl with fake pouts on their faces, eyes glued back onto their communicators.

(Y/n): Anyways, any reason why you three were blowing up my phone?

Karl: Don't cook lunch.

You hate how instantly you sighed in relief at that message-

Quackity: And wear something nice that you don't mind getting destroyed!

Sapnap: In case our little picnic trip goes south :P

(Y/n): A picnic?

Karl: Yeah, something romantic!

(Y/n): You three are pretty serious about this date, huh?

Sapnap: Of course we are, you didn't think we were kidding did you?

You feel yourself getting embarrassed as you read Sapnap's message over again. You genuinely did think this was more of a friendly date than a romantic one, and could anyone blame you? The three of them have always been rather physically affectionate with you, so you had always assumed that the feelings you all shared were simply platonic. You're glad to be proven wrong of course but still, you feel your heart race as you realized that they meant business.

Quackity: (y/n)?

(Y/n): Yup, yup, still here, sorry, I was just eyeing a creeper from across my home.

Sapnap: Everything safe?

(Y/n): Yup, the fucker got taken out by a skeleton, anyways!

(Y/n): When are you guys coming over?

Karl: 1:30 sound good to you?

(Y/n): Perfect, I'll see you fella's soon

Sapnap: ♡!!!

Karl: ♡! :D

Quackity: ♡ ;)

A sudden knock on your door almost makes the cookie you were holding in your mouth drop to the floor as you let out a startled gasp. Thankfully, you catch it in time and yell out that you'd be at the door in a moment. Grabbing the container of cookies you managed to bake thanks to some leftover dough from days before, you make your way over to your front door quickly, throwing it open with much more enthusiasm than you were hoping to show.

"Surprise!" Karl happily exclaims while giving you a giant hug. You can't help but giggle and hug him back tightly as well. Over his shoulder you see Sapnap carrying a basket while Quackity carries a blanket. They give you excited smiles paired with a little wave, something you can't help but return.

When Karl pulls away, you can see him giggling nervously and flushing a little red, rubbing the back of his neck while he does so.

"Sorry, got a little excited there."

You tell him with a smile that it's fine and take a step back to admire all three of them in their clean clothes and neat hair. It's pretty rare to catch all three of them looking like this, especially Sapnap.

"Taking in how handsome we look?" Sapnap can't help but joke.

"Nah, more like how this is the first time you three have visited me without looking like a bunch of stray cats." A chorus yell of, "Hey!" causes a breath of laughter to escape your lips.

"We'll try to be on our best behavior," Quackity tries to reassure.

Karl isn't having it though and adds in a, "The keyword being try, (y/n)," causing Quackity to lightly punch his arm.

You roll your eyes, knowing that by the end of today they'll probably need quick patch ups anyways, but hey, that just means they'll be spending more time with you.

"Alright, alright, enough talking! Let's get going before the sun sets," taking one of your free hands, Sapnap is quick to take ahold of it and start walking you to the direction of their little picnic site. Along the way, Karl had taken your cookie container to hold your other hand while Quackity linked arms with Sapnap's free arm. They wouldn't let go of you or one another for the entire trip and the feeling gave you butterflies as you felt incredibly included and tended to.

The area was quite a walk away from the rest of society, you had to go through quite the trip before finally arriving. However, the trip was certainly worth it as you four finally arrived at a lovely, almost impossibly serene area deep in a forest biome. Under a specific oak tree they had lead you to, you can see torches lit up with flowers decorating the small area around it. You can't help but hide your face as you feel yourself growing impossibly flustered by the incredibly simple but cheesy setting.

"It isn't much, but we thought it would be nice to do something cute," Sapnap explains sheepishly. "Since this is our first date together and all."

"Do you like it?" Quackity asks, looking at you hopefully.

"I-I, I love it a lot," you say, trying your best to keep your voice from cracking. The words lay on the tip of your tongue as you hesitate to say it, but after peaking through your fingers a little and seeing the lovestruck expression they send your way, you can't help but let your confession slip past your lips, "I love you guys a whole lot too..."

At your confession, the three of them are quick to drop what they were holding to the side and pull you in for a tight hug. They giggle as they watch you press your hands closer to your face, kissing the top of you head and telling you how adorable they think you are.

"You have no idea how relieved we are to hear that, (y/n)," Karl confesses.

"I thought my heart was going to drop onto the floor when I heard it," Sapnap can't help but add with a chuckle.

"Does this mean we can steal all the kisses we want from you now, (y/n)?" Quackity asks, pressing one more kiss against your temple.

Slowly, you start to lower your hands away from your face, looking into the eyes of the three men smiling down on you with huge grins stuck on their faces.

"Like all of us not dating ever stopped you guys from stealing them before," you quietly sass back, causing the three of them to start kissing you more and more until you're squealing with laughter.

Well, sure they did steal countless of kisses from you before you four were an item but now things were different. You were theirs just as much as they were yours, and that just made the kisses and cuddles all the more sweeter.

A/N: Hhh, I'm so glad some of you guys enjoyed my little KarlNapIty blurb! I really hope this lives up to the first one but I'm not very confident in it if I'm being honest ^^'. I genuinely love this pair with all my heart and writing for them is lowkey an addiction XD Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed reading this!

(Requests are open and anon is on!)

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MHA X READER (SFW G/T) CHAPTER 5: DYNAMITE?! MORE LIKE FIRECRACKER!!!

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Y/N- Age: 16, Hight: 5’7”, Gender: female, Quirk: Object shrinking (she can shrink any object, living or not. She can't control how much it shrinks, and using this ability makes her feel light headed and clouds her thinking),  Affiliation: TLOV

AU- Villain Reader AU, fantasy fluff, (also slight spoiler warning, light references and comments made that hint at later big events in the manga, it's not super accurate and strict to it though, i did do my best regardless!!)

Relationship background: You and Bakugo know each other well. Being best friends in your childhood, feelings developed and neither of you were able to ignore them, nor address them, especially when you each took drastically different paths in the grand scheme of things. Back after middle school you and your family went missing when the LOV captured them to use as motivation to keep you working for them. Ever since he found out, you and Bakugo have become secret lovers as he tries to help you through your situation till you can escape this living nightmare.

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Bakugo choked out a hoarse cough through a wet rag he held to his mouth. He held it there to filter the smoke as he ran through the halls of the burning building.

He had been called on a rescue mission to help evacuate a crumbling apartment complex that had been set ablaze with blue flames. The complex was home to a pro hero who had recently gained valuable info on the League, making the horrible turn of events undoubtedly the work of the mentioned group of villains.

The teen hero had sacrificed his original exit from the building rescuing a small group of kids, meaning he had to find another suitable way out as he continued his search and rescue.

"I'm fine!! I'll find another way out!!!" Y/N called to the other side of the collapsed, charred wood and metal that separated her from Dabi, Shigaraki and Twice, her companions on the mission. "Be safe! Jump in the flames!!" Twice's voice called before Shigiraki piped in, "For your sake you had better meet back up with us; get caught or run to the heroes and your precious little parents won't see the light of day." He cautioned, clearly agitated that Y/N had been separated from them without trusted supervision.

Biting her lip, the young villainess turned on her heel toward the blazing building. The fire escape and main entrance were off limits being where heroes were most likely located, so she did her best to avoid both areas.

The stairs were on the other side of the burning barrier, so to meet back up with her group, the teen opted to jump down a floor where she'd be able to access the stairs from. With no other plan, and a slightly loopy mindset from overusing her quirk, Y/N began stomping on a weak patch of floorboards, trying to get them to fall through.

Sooner than she expected, the ground gave way and both she and the wooden planks dropped not one, but three levels, and onto something else below that let out a rather high pitched squawking sound. "THE HECK!?" A familiar male voice called out as she crashed atop it. Whatever she had dropped onto soon retaliated, shoving her off. "Wait what!?" The voice sounded once again.

Before Y/N could process what had just happened, or the sharp pain in her left foot, two hands gripped the sides of her face tenderly, shocking her out of her daze. It was then that she was finally able to piece together that she had fallen three stories and landed on Bakugou, and that he now had her face in his hands as he was rapidly scolding her. "What the heck do you think you're doing!?! You trying to get yourself killed, idiot!? What are you even doing here, huh?! If you're hurt, so help me-!!!!" He peppered her with questions as he checked her up and down for injuries. "I-" "Oi!! What's going on!?" The frantic hero-in-training shook her gently by the shoulders to finish bringing her to reality.

"Katsuki!!" Y/N cried, ignoring the persistent pain and finally coming-to, before gripping the collar of his shirt and pulling him into an eager kiss right where they knelt. Bakugo startled, but quickly melted into the affectionate gesture, cradling her face and the back of her head till they broke for air. "I'm so glad you're here!!! Please tell me everyone made it out of the building ok!!!" The teen immediately ignored her boyfriend's inquiries, showering him with her own.

"It's too early to tell, only a few major injuries so far though, I was about to head out! Speaking of which, you shouldn't be here!, you'll get caught; and you're parents-..." He didn't dare finish his sentence, but he knew full well he didn't have to. Y/N nodded, about to reply when she was interrupted.

"L/N LETS GO!" The voice of a certain All for one successor broke her train of thought. Wide eyed, the young girl wheeled to look at him as he stood in the stairway entrance at the other end of the hall, Dabi and Twice passing him to keep running downward. The villainess panicked and slapped the hero beside her in the face, shrinking him down before Shigaraki could see. "YUP COMING!!!" She frantically yelled back, scooping the bewildered little man up and shoving him into a pocket in her suit.

Bakugo was absolutely baffled, and it took him some time to try and piece together what had just happened. Let's see, he was next to Y/N when he heard Crusty McMusty's voice, then he got slapped in the face and everything suddenly got really weird. Then it clicked.

'She did not!!!-'

The miniaturized hero was enraged. Had she really just shrunken him down and stuffed him in her pocket!? She had a lot of explaining to do!!- Wait she did have pockets right? Come to think of it he never really recalled seeing any on her outfit, but then again it never really stood out to him. He wasn't up a sleeve right!? Or even worse-

Wait no, he remembered she had some pouches on her belt. They were a decent size, meaning he wasn't too small, because the fit was tight, and very uncomfortable.

Bakugo let out an internal sigh of relief, though the feeling didn't last long as he remembered that his girlfriend had still taken him for a ride with the League of Villains.

Y/N felt bad for having to snatch up her boyfriend without any warning, but she knew the consequences they'd both face if Tomura saw Bakugou. And those were chances she was not willing to take. She'd have to think of what to do later, for now she had to escape the building with her group before any other heroes found them.

The villainess moved to stand before it quickly proved a bad idea when her ankle gave way. "Ack!!-" She let out a pained gasp and crumpled back to the ground, doing her best to be careful of her precious cargo.

Shigaraki let out an exasperated sigh, "Dabi, would you please fetch L/N, it seems she can't stay in one piece for more than a day.." He croaked out, stopping the Todoroki in his tracks. He said nothing at first, just shaking his head as he jogged back up the stairs, Twice watching him briefly before taking off again. "I'd like it if for once she could either not break her bones or if I didn't have to pick up her slack." He grumbled quietly as he ran past his boss and toward the crippled girl down the unstable hall.

Arriving to her, he crouched down to scoop her up when she stopped him, "Wait!! Thats- uh- can't you just help me walk!?" She asked, him, the man shaking his head in response, "No, It'll take too long..." "Well uh, that's where it hurts the most!! could you pick me up on the other side??" She lied, trying to keep the man from pressing the pocket with Bakugou against his body, possibly crushing him. Dabi just stared at her for a solid five seconds before letting out a long, very agitated sigh. "Whatever." He groaned apathetically, getting back up to walk to her other side, and then scoop her up.

After he had her secure in his arms he began jogging back to the others who had already resumed their descent. They too then began the long climb down echoing concrete stairs as plumes of smoke rolled past them, the occasional sound of areas of the building collapsing thundering through the bare stairway. Once or twice Y/N would yelp and jerk as the tiny, infuriated hero would try to explode her hip, though luckily she was able to pass it off as weird pings of pain, Dabi paying it no mind.

Much to their great fortune, they were able to reach the bottom and back exit without run-ins with any heroes. As they exited, it appeared to be just barely in time as it was that almost half of what remained of the complex crumbled, plumes of debris and ash soaring upward in thick grey clouds. "Holy crud.." Y/N muttered under her breath. "Come on, it's time to go, we're leaving you behind!" Twice called through the airborne debris, the soft glinting glow of one of Kurigori's portals shimmering through the plumage.

"HEY!!! YOU!!! STOP RIGHT THERE!!!" The booming voice of someone behind them called out.

Dabi didn't need any further prompting as he took off, running and leaping for the portal. Holding the teen villainess tight, he dove through the waiting wormhole gate, barely escaping grasping tentacles of a supposed hero behind them. Landing in a roll, he tucked himself around Y/N before they came to an abrupt stop on the scratched wooden floors of their hideaway and temporary home. "Took you guys long enough, you're lucky they didn't leave you to the heroes..." Spinner huffed, "A welcome back would be nice..." Y/N groaned before it hit her that her little boyfriend was still in her pocket. "OH MY GOSH!!" She yelped, trying to stand before collapsing back onto Dabi, who let out a little "Oof". "Are you okay!? What's gotten you into a rush??" Toga inquired as she came over to her.

Toga was probably the closest thing Y/N had to a friend here in the LOV, she called her her blood sister, and was always there for the girl when she needed her.

"N-nothing, er- well, I guess I just remembered that I needed to take care of some stuff, but uh- I think my ankle is broken or something..." The young villainess croaked out through clenched teeth as she gripped her left foot, another sharp ping dashing up her limb.

Kurigori morphed back into his humanoid shape, walking over to the three on the floor. "Probably not broken, while you are very pain tolerant, you would be reacting much more, it'd be far more swollen as well..." He thought out loud, carefully inspecting her leg as she sat atop the poor man who was still stuck on the floor. "That's great and all but can I get up now??" Touya grumbled, glaring at Y/N. "Here, let's go to your room, maybe Kuri can help you out there." Togo offered, moving to aid Y/N to her feet. The two girls then limped back to the injured's room, Toga helping Y/N get settled into a bed whilst the living portal followed after them.

"Now let me see." Kurigori instructed, "Ok, just- please hurry- I- uh, would like to get some rest so I can get back in the field!" Y/N lied. "Well hopefully with enough of that and some good care you should be fully healed in no more than a week, though Shigaraki will probably have you up and about, regardless, within the next day or so. Either way, you should be able to heal fast so long as you take it easy." He commented, "It seems you only sprained your ankle, though it looks like a pretty bad sprain; how you came to be that lucky I haven't the faintest idea..." He finished, his wispy golden slits for eyes widening as he began wrapping the swollen foot in some compression bandages he had grabbed before following them.

"Toga, would you please fetch an ice pack?" The living portal requested whilst he finished up the wrap on Y/N's foot. Himiko nodded briskly, "Sure thing!! I'll be right back Y/N!!!" The vampire cheered, hurrying off to collect the desired item.

Meanwhile the poor, young villainess had to do her best to wait patiently while everyone tended to her, all the while fretting about the miniaturized hero that was still tucked away in her pocket. As far as she could tell, he had stopped squirming and retaliating, and it worried her; he wasn't one to give in so easily, and even if he understood the situation, it seemed that he'd find small ways to let her know that he was still there.

After what felt like eons, Y/N's leg was ready to begin healing itself, and Kurigori shooed Toga out of the room so the injured girl could rest. As soon as the door closed she wasted no time in fishing the little man out of her pocket. As she grasped blindly at the little body, she suddenly felt a mini mouth clamp down hard on her finger, causing her to jerk her hand out with a startled yelp, and with her hand came a very grouchy Katsuki still latched on like a piranha. "Ow, ow, ow, ow!! Dude stop biting me!!!" She squealed as quietly as she could, resisting the strong urge to briskly shake her hand to get him off, but clearly in pain. Bakugo obeyed, but not before opening his mouth back up to scold her. "The heck was that for huh!? You trying to get us figured out!?" He asked, stomping up and onto her stomach where he glared up at her.

"No! No! I panicked!! I didn't want Shigaraki to see you!!" She swiftly explained, holding her hands up as if she had been caught whilst still on the crime scene. "Yeah, well unshrink me!" The angry blonde demanded, stamping his foot once more on her stomach. "Wha- I can't!!! I'm in no shape to sneak you out, and you certainly can't just waltz out of here once you're normal sized!!!" Y/N blurted, trying to get the pint sized Pomeranian to calm down. Bakugo just let out an angry growl, plopping down on her chest dramatically. "Well then what now...."

"Well... are you alright....?" The girl asked, watching him glare at the ceiling. "Tch- yeah. You think I'm weak or something??" He responded curtly. "Come on Katsuki, don't be like that... I was only doing it to try and keep you safe..." The villainess coaxed gently, tenderly reaching a hand toward him. "Yeah, yeah, I know that. How long until your darn ankle works again?" "Umm Kuri said a week for a full recovery, but I'm assuming I'll have to be up and moving for missions by tomorrow or something." "Fine I guess."

Y/N watched him pout in silence for about another few seconds before she swiftly grabbed him by the leg, lifting him into the air. "Come on, if we're gonna be stuck together for a while, we might as well make the most of it!! Right?!" She giggled, silently enjoying the surprised expression on his face as he hung upside down. "Didn't you always say you wished we could have more time together!?" The girl teased, "I've missed you, and it's been a while since we've had the chance to really hang out!" She added. "Plus, I could use a little love right now..." She shyly whispered, making the bitty boy's heart flutter before she sat herself up in the bed. With tender care, Y/N brought her other hand up beneath the small hero sitting him upright and in a more secure and comfortable position. Bakugo was small enough that one hand could wrap almost entirely around his waist, making him roughly about one foot tall.

"I guess..." The tiny hero grumbled, "It would be nice to have some time... just the two of us." He admitted quietly, a faint grin creeping onto his features. "But would you set me down already?? You better fix me too, there is no way I'm staying this size!!" He declared. "Oh yes you are!! It makes you so much cuter!!" His giant girlfriend sang, hugging him close to her. "OH HECK NO!!! I'M NOT CUTE FOR ANYONE!!" He retaliated, trying his best to shove her away from him, though it reaped no rewards as she only clung to him tighter.

"Get off of me already!!" He shouted, still attempting to squirm away as she nuzzled her nose into his neck and back, her arms locking his body against her chest. "I'm not on you~" She hummed, feeling the soft, small pom-pom of his hair against her face. "Are you being serious right now!?" The blonde boiled with fury. "Just because you shrank me doesn't mean I'm any less strong, and it doesn't make me your toy!!" He threatened before pressing his hands into the girl's arms and generating a barrage of small explosions. "Pfft- Hey!! Ow!" She laughed, "The heck!? Does your dang shrinking reduce my quirk too!?" He growled looking at the two of his hands.

Y/N smirked, a devious glint taking to her eyes, "Oh what was that you said just earlier?~" She taunted, only furthering the teen boy's rage. "You better shut your dang face before I make you regret it, Idiot!!!" Bakugo threatened back, not willing to admit his defeat. "Awww, you're so cute when you're mad!!" She giggled, proceeding to press her soft lips against his small figure, peppering him with tender, giant kisses. "H-hey!!" The tiny startled, not expecting the sudden shower of affection. The villainess couldn't help but snicker at his flustered reactions. Typically he was so quick, sure, and decisive, but when it came to her, she had a knack for making him draw a blank.

"Alright, alright! I'm sorry, I've just missed you so much!!" Y/N admitted, finally loosening her grip on the infuriated and flustered little hero. "Tch- dang right you're sorry!" He scoffed angrily, climbing off her only to trip and face plant into the mattress beside her. Y/N did her best to stifle a little snicker. Bakugo just lay flat on the bed next to her, not reacting save a gravelly sigh. "Why are you so grumpy today? I thought you would have been happy to see me!!" The young girl inquired, a soft smile flattering her features.

Bakugo didn't answer for a moment or two before he sat up, turning to face her. "I- I'm sorry... I'm just worried about everything. Everyone else is going to freak out when they can't find me, thinking I'm dead or something being the idiots they are, and when I just show back up again, I don't know how I'm going to explain my absence..." He whispered, his girlfriend barely being able to hear him. "It's ok Katsuki, you're clever, I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out! For now though, I think you could use the down time..." She comforted him, "You work so hard, and you're so tense. Just let yourself relax for once, alright?" She coaxed gently as she carefully scooped him back up in her hands. Bakugo didn't reply with anything further than a grumble. "For me?" Y/N asked one last time, finally winning him over. "Alright... fine.." The ash-blonde huffed, his small hands gripping the tips of her fingers.

"You've always done so much for me over the time we've been together, now let me pay you back with a little something to help you with all the stress you've been through." The injured villainess stated. "Hah?" The miniaturized teen cocked a brow at her. "Here, lay on your stomach." She instructed, Bakugo obeying, draped himself awkwardly over her palms. And without further warning the gentle giantess began carefully pressing her thumbs into his back, slowly but surely working out any tension and knots. She could tell it was working by the way he went completely limp, small, audible pops coming from his back as she straightened out his spine. "Feel better?" Y/N giggled, still working her thumbs across the little man's back. Bakugo gave no audible answer, only stretching himself out more and more like a cat as he felt his muscles loosen up.

Bakugo could have easily sat there forever, but much to his disappointment, the wonderful sensation soon came to an end. "Oi! Why'd you stop??" The boy grumbled, sitting up and turning to look at Y/N who was just beaming right back at him. The giantess didn't answer, her kind eyes glistening softly whilst studying his tiny form up and down in something that he knew was nothing other than pure, sweet, innocent love. "Oi! You there Shrink Face??" He inquired, pulling himself off her lap where she had set him and waving his arms at her. "O-oh!! Sorry, I just- got lost in thought..." The girl giggled, "Anyways, how do you feel now!?" She asked, gently cocking her head to the side, her warm smile still illuminating her face. "Tch- I'm alright now. Thanks I guess.." He muttered the last part softly. "No problem!!" Y/N chimed back.

The couple sat in silence for another moment or two before Y/N began drumming her fingers on her upper legs on either side of the explosive tiny. "Soooo... What should we do now??" She asked awkwardly, realizing that her situation didn't leave them with very many options. The little man in her lap scoffed in reply, "Who said we need a designated activity to do to spend time together?? Tell me their name so I can personally make sure they know just how dumb that is!" The young girl laughed softly at his comment. "If you say so." She settled, grinning tenderly as she reached careful fingers toward him.

Y/N could have sworn he was smiling as she felt his hair and face, a small hand gently placed on her thumb as it caressed his cheek. She could have sworn he leaned into her palm as she cradled his shrunken body; her hand against his back, her index and middle fingers in his hair, her ring finger along his shoulder, and her pinkie wrapped lightly around his waist. "I wish I could say just how much you mean to me.. and just how much I love you... But I don't think any language will ever have the ability to convey it~" The giantess whispered. Bakugo was definitely smiling now. "You know I don't like that corny stuff but- I will admit. For you, and because of you, I've been able to see this world with new eyes. With you, it's tolerable. And- I honestly don't mind..." The small boy confessed, his bright crimson eyes studying the villainess's glittering, gleeful ones.

Y/N could have easily popped with joy, she could already hardly contain it. She really felt like she had been needing this, but before she could open her mouth to speak, Bakugo cleared his throat, letting go of her hands as she held him, but not pushing her away. "Alright, didn't that wispy brat say that you needed to rest??" He asked, the teen girl let go of the breath she was holding before nodding in answer. "That's what I thought. Strong as you are, that leg won't heal on its own." He instructed, hopping unsteadily off her thighs so she could get situated. "Okay... I guess you're right..." The injured girl caved, shifting and scooting until she was comfortably under the covers, making sure to keep her ankle elevated.

"Good. Now sleep." The tiny instructed before using small explosions to propel him up through the air and toward the lamp that sat behind Y/N. He then landed skillfully, pulling the little chain to turn off the light. The villainess was then left in the dark, the only light that illuminated the room coming from under the door.

"Hey Katsuki?.."

"Eh?"

"Will you cuddle with me?"

"..." Y/N waited patiently for a response, unwilling to move as she couldn't see him. "Kats?" She tried again but no audible response came. After another moment of silence she opened her mouth to inquire yet again until she felt the shrunken hero begin pulling himself up the covers before perching himself atop her. He just stood there, not making eye contact as he folded his arms. "Fine. I'll make an exception for just this once." He finally huffed, inspiring a grin to spread on his girlfriend's face. "Thank you!!! Oh uh- May I?" She asked, holding her hands out respectfully to him. "Yeah, yeah, whatever.." He mumbled, slowly climbing onto her awaiting hands as she turned on her side and held the little man up to her face.

The couple rested in silence, Y/N's careful and gentle hands cradling Bakugo's tiny form against her face. They sat with their foreheads a few inches apart, allowing them to gaze into one another's eyes. The teen girl honestly couldn't get enough of him, Bakugo was her oasis, her safe place; and her entire being cried desperately to never let that moment end. Unable to resist, the giantess moved her head forward, planting a few soft kisses on the little man's stomach and chest as they were the closest thing. "I'll always love you~" She whispered softly, releasing a warm breath that washed over his body. "Yeah? Well it's nowhere near as much as I do." He mumbled back.

As the explosive teen watched his giantess's shimmering eyes dilate in the dark, he couldn't help but feel his own face grow warm. She was just so perfect and every part of him yearned to help her. She deserved more than this and it killed him that he was never able to do anything to genuinely help her. But as the young teen thought, maybe the best he could do was to stand by her and help her any way he could until a better option opened up. He wasn't a big fan of that, especially being someone who liked to take matters into his own hands and trust his own strength; but he knew better. After all, he wasn't the only one stuck between a rock and a hard place and he had to be respectful and supportive of Y/N's decisions, even if he felt differently.

"Just get some rest already, alright??" He quietly added, placing his gentle little hands on her eyelids, prompting her to let the heavy things finally slide shut. Y/N giggled weakly, obeying his request before wrapping loving fingers lazily around his miniaturized figure. "Goodnight, Kats." The giantess whispered, not letting go, though she seemed to relax a smidge. "Mhm.." The boy hummed back, studying the details of her face before stretching his little arms out one last time, pressing the heels of his palms in between her eyes. He tenderly began working the tension out of her brows, coaxing her to fully loosen up, the rest of her body slowly going limp despite the slight urges she had to giggle at his actions.

The teen girl pulled Bakugo even closer, softly squishing the little man against her entire face. By doing so, she permitted his body to pleasantly hug her mouth and nose, forcing the tiny to wrap his arms around her face in a funny sort of hug, his head resting gently against her closed eye.

Bakugo gave way, permitting a wide grin to rest upon his face. He really did love Y/N, and being with her, like this, was really nice. Embracing her large entirety with every ounce of love he could, the shrunken boy hugged himself to her, drifting off to sleep as well.

Heyooo!!! Finally done!! This was a request for WinterKlover!!! Thank you all for being so patient with me as i try to get situated with life!!! I'll be honest I rewrote this one many a time as I tried to figure out what to do!! But I am definitely satisfied with how things came out!!! I'm thinking of publishing the unpublished drafts section of my book for y'all to be able to read how stories could have turned out and see the writing process as I write them!!! So if you guys want that be are to let me know in the comments!!!

So I just wanted to drop a quick note before I leave. I have been getting some very loving and touching messages from those of you who were so kind as to reach out and make sure I wasn’t overworking myself. First off, thank you so so much!!! It means the world to me that you guys care about me and are checking in on my health. Second off, I’m not gonna tell y’all not to bother over me cause that would be mean and I do recognize and really appreciate your genuine love for me so thank you, but please let me bring you some peace of mind that I am not overwhelming or hurting myself in making all these stories. Writing is a huge passion of mine and being a physically published author is a big dream of mine. I am supplementing other healthy activities into my day and am making sure I take care of myself and my life.

But alongside that you don’t have to worry about me burning myself out or over stressing myself on writing. Each story has its own motivation and inspiration behind it so each one is like a fresh and exciting clean slate for me which I love, so please, if you have something you want to see… FORK IT OVER! XD seriously though, don’t be afraid to add to my stack of stories!!!

I also know how to make sure I’m taking proper care of myself and that I’m living my life! Don’t worry I’m a very active person and at the end of the day, this is actually a big comfort activity for me!!! I take a great deal of pride and joy in my writing, so please don’t feel bad to ask me to do something, I absolutely love seeing the joy and excitement this brings y’all, seeing your love and support makes my day and further empowers me to keep going!!!! So thank you for your love, it is recognized and deeply appreciated, but please don’t get too worried, I’ll make sure I moderate!! I look forward to writing future stories and such!!! ALSO THANK YOU!? YALL WE JUST HIT ABOUT 4.3K READERS!? I AM SO HONORED AND HAPPY YALL LIKE MY STUFF THIS MUCH!!!! REMEMBER TO LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE IDEAS FOR STORIES OR ON HOW TO IMPROVE MY WRITING!! THANK YOU GUYS SO SO MUCH!!!

Up next: ( ∆ requested, Ω inspiration)

∆~ Shoto x Tiny YN - Baby It's Cold Outside

∆~ Giant Shinso x YN - Forest Spirits

∆~ Giant Deku x Y/N - Baby Bird 2

∆~ Giant Momo & Uraraka x Y/N - Silver Sisters

∆~ Deku x Tiny Y/N - In the Walls

∆~ Bakugo x Giant Y/N - Daydreams and Night Terrors

∆~ Aizawa x Y/N - Don't Ever Grow Up

Ω~ Giant Kirishima x YN - The Crown Jewel

Ω~ Tiny Deku x YN - Hickery Dickery Dock

Ω~ Bakugo x Tiny YN - Pest Control is For Pests

Ω~ Tiny Bakugo x YN - The Prize Fish

Ω~ Giant Kirishima x YN - Baby Shark

Ω~ Giant Kirishima x YN - The Big Bad Wolf

Ω~ Tiny Deku x YN - Peter Rabbit

Ω~ Tiny Bakugo x YN - He's A Pop-Rockin Pixie

Ω~ Tiny Kirishima x YN - Dragon, not Lizard

Ω~ Deku x Tiny YN - The Innocence of a Child

Ω~ Giant Kirishima x YN - I Fear No Man... But That Thing.... Scares Me

Ω~ Tiny Kirishima x YN - Crossing Worlds

Ω~ Tiny Bakugo x YN - A Figment of Imagination

Ω~ Tint Deku x YN - Shoulder Angel

Ω~ Giant Bakugo x YN - GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GOD DYNAMIGHT!!!!!!!!!

Ω~ Giant Kirishima x YN - One Heck of a Softy

Ω~ Deku x Giant YN - A Pure Soul

Ω~ Kirishima x Giant YN - Snakes Are Very Manly, Very Manly Indeed

Ω~ Giant Deku x YN - ~Blep~

Ω~ Tiny Bakugo x YN - Red on Black, Poison Lack

Ω~ Kirishima x Tiny Y/N - Feeding the Fish

Ω~ Tiny Deku x Y/N - Tamagotchi

Ω~ Bakugo x Tiny Y/N - An Exotic Edition to the Family

Ω~ Giant Kirishima x Y/N - Monsters Among Us

Ω~ Deku x Giant Y/N - A Diamond in the Rough

Ω~ Giant Bakugo x Y/N - The Duke of Goliathoria

Ω~ Giant Bakugo x Y/N - Hidden

Ω~ Giant Deku x Y/N - Gulliver's Travels

Ω~ Kirishima x Giant Y/N - Turned Tides

Ω~ Giant Deku x Y/N - The Iron Giant

Ω~ Giant Kirishima x Y/N - Area 51

Ω~ Bakugo x Giant Y/N - A Gentle Giantess

Ω~ Giant Deku x Y/N - Largely Unique

Ω~ Giant Kirishima x Y/N - Big Changes

Ω~ Giant Deku x Y/N - Marooned

Ω~ Tiny Kirishima x Y/N - A Greater Treasure

Ω~ Giant Bakugo x Y/N - Cryptid

Ω~ Kirishima x Tiny Y/N - This Is Me!

Ω~ Giant Bakugo x Y/N - Secret Guardian

Ω~ Giant Kirishima x Y/N - Freak Show

Ω~ Tiny Deku  Y/N - Not so Secret

Ω~ Tiny Kirishima x Y/N - Look What the Cat Dragged In

Ω~ Giant Bakugo x Y/N - The Imp and his Maiden

Ω~ Giant Kirishima x Y/N - Knight in Shining Armor

Ω~ Tiny Deku x Y/N - Pocketed Protection

Ω~ Bakugo x Giant Y/N - Earth's Stewardess

Ω~ Kirishima, Deku, Bakugo x Giant Y/N - Just a Little Scare [HALLOWEEN SPECIAL!!!]

Let me know if you guys want some of these sooner than others, I will count it as a request and add it to queue, right now they are in the order of request to inspiration. Requests willl come before inspiration.

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this is my art please do not trace or repost without my permission

[archived-kin]

arcade date with levi (with a twist)

note from kin: the twist is that, rather than just meeting up and going to an arcade for a date, you and levi are actually characters from two different games in the arcade that come to life at night and go on cute romantic hijinks together! (wreck-it-ralph au essentially)

you, simeon, and luke are from a battle game, levi and his brothers are from a side scrolling platformer, solomon is the tutorial dude in an experimental alchemy game, diavolo is the owner of the arcade, and barbatos is the janitor! your character’s costume is basically the same as caesar’s from jojo’s bizarre adventure, and you’re kind of the pseudo-leader of your game’s characters

fandom: obey me!

character(s): gn!reader, leviathan, luke, simeon, lucifer, solomon

pairing(s): levi/reader

warning(s): guns, non-descriptive injury

genre: fluff

“Lights out!”

You cheer and hop out of your character selection box, stretching out your cramped limbs, then sitting down with a huff. Beside you, Simeon falls out onto the floor in a tangled heap of cape.

“Thank goodness,” He sighs, turning around and lying flat on his back. “Is it just me, or were our patrons picking me far more than usual today…?”

Luke carefully slides out of his own box, landing neatly on his feet with a little flourish. “Yeah, normally [Name]’s the crowd favourite…”

“It’s all those new promotional posters, I bet,” You hum, pulling off your headband and fanning yourself with one hand. “Seems like Diavolo’s really been pushing the angel series lately.”

“I wouldn’t call it a series,” Simeon says, chuckling slightly as he undoes his fancy cape. “There’s only two of us, after all.”

“Well, you’re the only ones out of us who actually have a theme between them,” says another one of your fellow fighters, taking off his hat and twirling it around a finger. “Anyway - [Name], shouldn’t you be going off to meet that loverboy of yours soon?”

“Oh, right!” You jump to your feet, dusting off your pants. Then you pause, raising your hands to pat at your face. “Wait, do my triangles look okay?”

“Your triangles look fine,” Simeon sighs, reaching over and tapping fondly at the little patches of paint on your cheek. “They always do.”

“Alright!” You adjust your scarf and throw the ends over your shoulder, tying your headband around your wrist. “I’ll be off, then! You guys know the drill, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, boss,” calls one of the younger fighters, hunched over in front of his box and scratching restlessly at the tip of his nose. “Not like we haven’t been doing it every day.”

“Don’t get cheeky,” You scold, but give his pompadour an affectionate pat on your way past anyway. It feels almost concerningly solid beneath your touch. “I’ll be back before morning!”

Your fellow fighters give a collective murmur of assent that’s abruptly cut off as you open the network door and hop into a wire. You’ve gone on this path so many times that it’s practically muscle memory at this point - six sections ahead, then to the left twice, a right at the purple junction, and then another four sections forwards.

The Tale of the Seven Lords’s network door is already open when you jump out of the wire, and the first thing you see when you poke your head in is Lucifer polishing one of the transport tubes used to get between levels. He’s discarded the fancy coat that he has to wear all the time as part of his character costume, and you don’t blame him - you couldn’t imagine even just running for five minutes or so with that one, let alone jumping about and punching at things for about fifteen minutes at a time, often longer.

“Lovely evening, Lucifer,” You greet brightly. He pauses in his work for a moment, then turns to look at you.

You’ve never gotten the feeling that he particularly likes you, but you’ve been trying your best to stay on his good side - after all, one must need the eldest’s blessing to date one of their younger brother. And your efforts must have paid off, too, because the corner of his mouth actually lifts slightly when he sees you grinning at him around the side of the door.

“[Name],” He says with a nod. “Levi’s up on Level Six.”

“Right!” You skip inside and shut the door behind you. “Good day?”

“About as good as it can get, I suppose,” He sighs, and you silently cheer. Willing small talk - that’s progress! “Most of our players for today picked either Belphie or Satan, so I got to take a break of sorts.”

You’ll never understand why some of characters in this arcade dislike actually being played so much - after all, isn’t that your entire purpose? Still, if Lucifer’s happy about not being picked, you’ll be happy for him as well. “That’s good!”

“Indeed,” He says, allowing a rare proper smile. He pulls back from the transport tube. “Up you go, then. Levi’s been restless all day - excited, no doubt.”

“He’s so cute,” You coo, adjusting your headband around your wrist to make sure it doesn’t slip off. “We go on dates all the time, but he’s still just as enthusiastic every time.”

“As Asmo likes to say, I suppose that each date should be just as exciting as the first,” Lucifer says evenly as you hop up into the transport tube, taking care not to get the freshly-polished metal grubby. “At any rate… Levi seems to be happy. So I suppose you must be doing something right.”

“What a wonder, right?” You reply with a laugh, giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up. “I’ll have him back before first light. Promise.”

“If you say so,” He says dryly, and stands back as the transport tube sends you up.

Just as Lucifer said, Levi is bustling about on Level Six, accompanied by Belphie, who’s having a whale of a time snoozing on one of the platforms and letting his brother do all the work restocking the power-up bricks. Levi abruptly straightens up as soon as you pop out of the transport tube, as if he can sense your presence immediately, and turns to see you waving happily up at him.

His face immediately lights up, and he hops down from the brick he’s standing on with a goofy jump sound effect, landing beside you with a slightly wobbly grin. Slightly out of breath, he greets, “Hi.”

“Hi,” You repeat back to him, kissing his cheek. From up on his platform, Belphie makes an exaggerated retching noise.

Levi absent-mindedly chucks an inactive supersize star behind him at the sound, and it hits Belphie directly in the forehead with a high-pitched ping, sending him toppling backwards off the platform. Luckily, fall damage isn’t programmed into this game, so he lands on his back with nothing but his pride hurt.

“Ready to go?” You ask, disregarding the rather thunderous-looking brother behind your partner. Levi nods eagerly.

“Yeah! Belphie can take the rest of my bricks. He’s barely done anything so far.”

“It’s not my fault so many people picked me today,” Belphie groans, getting up and catching the rest of the power-ups that Levi tosses his way. “I’m tired…”

“You’re always tired,” Levi replies, shaking his head. “Get Beel to do it if you’re so desperate to sleep.”

“Maybe I will,” is Belphie’s final retort before you and Levi disappear back down the transport tube.

Passing Lucifer at Level One again, the two of you slip out through the network door and hop into the wires. Your destination today is the Suspect Sorceror’s abode - one of your regular date spots, and one of your particular favourites.

Despite the fact that the two of you see each other pretty much every day as soon as it’s lights out, there’s always a fresh kind of thrill to the prospect of spending time with Levi, no matter how much you do. It’s kind of like your heart grows wings every time you’re around him - you can’t help but feel all light and fluttery inside.

You’ve never felt this way about anyone - heck, you didn’t even know it was possible for you to feel like this! Every character in this arcade is programmed with a set personality that’s simply impossible to break away from. In some cases, some characters are reduced to such one-dimensional traits that they can only ever respond to anything with one of a predictable and very limited number of possible reactions.

Incidentally, your code has established you as a rather boisterous and confident person who doesn’t always think before they punch, while Levi’s has always dictated him as rather self-conscious and insecure, but passionate about his interests. Neither of you have ever been programmed with anything close to the sort of AI that would be required for you to develop your own feelings separate of your codes - and yet, somehow, you have.

You’ve never pretended to understand your own existence. You’ve not very smart, after all; where your programmers gave you excellent fighting spirit and leadership skills and an unwavering sense of determined justice, they seem to have forgotten to give you very many brain cells. Even so, you’re fully aware of the impossibility of the nature of yours and Levi’s relationship.

Still, your philosophy has always been that worrying about the little things never benefits anyone in the long run. Well, this might not be a little thing, but if there’s anything you’re good at, it’s goofing off to avoid getting too dismal.

You hop out of the wire as soon you’ve reach your destination, landing neatly on your feet with your arms spread wide in a rather flamboyant flourish. Levi scrambles to follow suit, but loses his balance on his way out and immediately starts heading directly for the floor; you quickly dart forward and catch him by the arms.

Levi’s panicked eyes dart up to meet your own, and before you’re even fully aware of what you’re doing, you deftly lift him into the air and give him a smooth twirl, then set him on solid ground once more. His knees immediately nearly give out beneath him, and you have to reach forward to catch him again before he takes a tumble.

“Wh-wh-wh—” Levi’s entire face is a bright, burning red. You’re pretty sure you can actually see smoke coming out of his ears. “You— huh?”

It’s just about the cutest thing you’ve ever seen; you can’t help but lean forward to plant a kiss on the very tip of his nose. Unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to have been the right move, because Levi immediately goes stock still, then abruptly slaps his hands to his face.

“You alright?” You ask, crouching down with him as he slowly sinks down to the ground, practically steaming. You can’t help but laugh, feeling a little bad for flustering him so much. “Caught you off-guard, huh? Sorry.”

Levi shakes his head silently, then finally pulls his hands away from his face. His blush has calmed somewhat - it had been so aggressive that it almost looked like a rash before, but now it’s more of a sort of reddish dust - and he’s looking you in the eyes again.

“Y-y-you can’t just do stuff like that out of nowhere,” He says finally, leaning forward and dropping his forehead on your shoulder. “I have to prepare myself first…”

“Aw, that’s no fun,” You wrap your arms around his shoulders and rock him back and forth slightly. “You'll get used to it eventually!”

“You’re going to give me a heart attack,” He mumbles into the sleeve of your jacket, though you do notice that he’s deliberately pressing himself closer to you. “Well, you would if I had a heart.”

“You’re so cute,” You chuckle, pressing another kiss to the crown of his head. “C’mon, we’ve still got a date to finish!”

You give Levi another five minutes or so to get his face back to its usual colour and calm himself down, and he’s pretty much back to normal by the time the two of you step hand-in-hand into Solomon’s little alchemy hut - you with a wide grin on your face and him with a slightly shaky smile. Unfortunately, it seems that date night isn’t going to be going smoothly today, because Solomon is currently being held at gun-point by a character you’ve never seen before.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” crows the strange little man, brandishing one of his two revolvers in yours and Levi’s direction. You instinctively step in front of your partner, steeling your fists in case you need to fight. “Two lovebirds, is it?”

“Evening,” Solomon greets, not looking in the least bit fazed by the barrel he’s currently staring down.

“Who's this?” You ask in reply.

Solomon sighs and leans forward on his counter, ignoring the threatening click of the gun that the little man has pointed at him. “He’s from that shoot-em-up game a couple consoles down. No idea why he’s decided to show up here.”

You wrinkle your nose, reaching behind you to give Levi a reassuring tap on the arm before stepping forward. The little man watches you cautiously, keeping one gun carefully trained directly on your head.

“Your bullets aren’t going to work on me,” You say matter-of-factly. “I haven’t been programmed to take damage when a bullet hits me.”

“Won’t work on you, eh?” He raises an eyebrow. “How about your beau over there?”

You narrow your eyes. “He isn’t any of your business.”

Of course, you know full well that Levi’s game features projectiles that he certainly takes damage from, and while you don’t know if that extends to bullets from this man’s guns, you don’t want to risk it. You, on the other hand, have only ever taken damage from the punches and kicks your fellow fighters throw at you - or the beams of light Simeon and Luke shoot for their respective ultimates.

The man grins, and you note that he’s missing one of his front teeth. “So you won’t mind if I just fire a little bit at him—”

Your arm shoots forward before you even fully register it, and the man careens backwards with a cry as your fist lands directly in his face. The gun he’d been raising to point at Levi clatters to the floor and lets out a shot into one of the walls; Solomon winces.

“You’re a real piece of work, aren’t you?” You scowl, striding forward and planting a foot on the little man’s stomach. He struggles under your boot’s heel, cursing. “First you spoil our date, and now you’re threatening my partner. You’re really starting to piss me off.”

“If you’re going to start a fight, take it outside,” Solomon intervenes, shaking his head. “I’ve got far too many glass bottles in here to risk letting you have a battle in here.”

“Doesn’t matter where I fight as long as I get a good punch in,” You smirk, folding your arms across your chest slightly and glaring down at the man as he scrabbles at your boot, attempting to wrench it off of him. “So, what’ll it be? Either you get your guns and scram, or we can brawl right here and now.”

The man responds by reaching to grab the gun he’d been aiming at Solomon earlier and firing a shot at your face. You jerk back in surprise, foot lifting, and he immediately scrambles out from beneath your foot, pointing up at you with a gleeful laugh.

“See how you like that!” He exclaims. “Not so cocky now, huh?”

You slowly reach up to press your fingers to where the bullet struck you, directly in the forehead. Solomon raises an eyebrow, while Levi calls out your name frantically, stepping forward with his hands outstretched.

You shake your head as the man laughs, holding up a hand to stop Levi. “Stay there. I’ve got this under control.”

“Huh?” The man’s grin fades as you pass your hand over the hole, only for it to be gone when your hand moves away. “What the—?”

“Didn’t I tell you?” You ask, looming over him as he frantically attempts to back away. He gulps, fumbling with his gun, but before he can try to fire another round, you knock the gun out of his hand with a swift punch. “Your bullets don’t work on me, pal.”

He turns as if to run, but your leg immediately darts out to trip him, and he tumbles forward onto the boards of Solomon’s hut with a muffled yell. This time you plant your foot directly on his neck, setting a single hand on your hip.

“I’m only going to say this once,” You begin, staring him dead in the eyes. “So listen up - got it?”

The man attempts to protest, but your heel only presses harder into his throat, and he has no choice but to give his gurgled assent. You smile, but it’s a menacing expression.

“This game is under my protection,” You say firmly. “You don’t come in here and start threatening to shoot up the place - and you most definitely don’t point the gun at my partner. Got it?”

He gurgles again. You nod in satisfaction. “Then we’re all in understanding here. Now scram.”

You lift your foot, and he immediately fumbles to get to his feet. You stay on your toes, prepared for him to attempt to go for his guns again, but he only gives you one last terrified look before turning and booking it out the door, tail between his legs.

You stare after him at the swinging door. The hut is silent for a moment more.

Finally, Levi says, eyes wide, “I think that was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.”

[vampthropologist]

Ultimate Luck 🍀 Nagito Komaeda

Here’s my Nagito HC design! Full details under cut because I wrote a LOT

EDIT: I forgot to add that he’s autistic

HC Details/Additions:

Intersex- Partial Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome (basically mostly feminine body with undeveloped masculine reproductive system and a feminine reproductive system coexisting)

Raised female, but transitioned as young teen. Has not had too surgery, has a small chest and no dysphoria about them but might get it just out of convenience.

Genderfluid transmasc (neoboy usually)

Gay

Ectomorph - Meaning he is extremely lean with little muscle mass. He could eat as much as he wants but his body struggles keeping the wait. It doesn’t help that he simply doesn’t eat that much, to the point of sometimes only eating once a day (Much to everyone’s dismay)

Small chest, slightly larger hips and butt, little muscle, and sickly skinny

Can‘t catch a tan to save his life, but also doesn’t sunburn very easily. He might get some freckles though! They just fade when he’s not outside constantly.

Has asthma, though it’s not as bad as it could be because he took immunotherapy as a kid which helped with allergies. He forgets his inhaler a lot.

Autistic- He stims with his hands a lot, and rubs his patches (different textures). He also verbally stims, but he masks that most. In my opinion, most of his existing personality already aligns with someone with autism, but I won’t go into detail. (Also yes I am projecting with this diagnosis a tad bit but I do not care)

He’s the same height, just wears platform boots on top of that so he’s taller now.

Dry, fluffy, curly hair- He might have ringlets if it wasn’t so dry and sick. It gets bleached by the sun on top of the sickness so it’s extra pale. He probably bleached it at some point just for the heck of it. Point is, he has hair damage

Peircings- Right eyebrow, multiple on ears, used to have nose and bellybutton piercings

Eyes- there‘s no definite pupil how I drew them. This doesnt mean he has eye problems, though I wouldn’t be surprised. It’s to show he has a carefree look most of the time. He also has pale eyes too, which means they are sensitive to light and he would wear sunglasses if he cared about his eye health. Also he wears eyeliner, though it’s nothing special, just a wing or outline. He has under eye bags, whether they’re from his allergies (asthma) or lack of sleep is a mystery.

Injuries- he hurts himself often, so he has a lot of bandages. Usually he has bandages on his fingers, even though he might only have scabs. He doesn’t want to pick the scabs, and he thinks they look cute. The bandage on his neck is from a burn and the one on his nose is a cut. He also has messed up cuticles from biting his nails when younger a lot (another reason for bandaging them).

Hands- bandages from injuries, nail polish (he likes to paint them different colors, and when he starts biting his nails again he puts the bad tasting one on to stop himself, also his nails are very chipped), rings, usually up and in motion to emphasize his speech (he talks with his hands). He also writes reminders on his hands or arm sometimes. He’s ambidextrous.

Jewlery- various necklaces, bracelets, and rings from his travels. He has a belt chain and collects cute charms too. He also has a dog tag with his name on it, though a small corner broke off. He has clover and skull charms, some cuter ribbons and animal shapes (notably a dog one that he doesn’t take out too often) and an intersex charm for pride. He collects bangles, pearls, beads, kandi, and any type of chain or bracelet he can get his hands on. He also has rings on his fingers when they don’t have bandages, usually simpler bands and no stones. He has a ring from his parents on the same chain as his dog tag, but that’s one of the only ones he owns with stones. He wears a choker, and has a belt chain instead of a wallet chain.

Clothing- it’s the same, but the jacket and pants are more ripped up. His sleeves aren’t ripped either, but he has patches on his jacket and pants now. He especially likes the clover one on his right knee. He has patches from his travels as souvenirs, like locations, concerts, or shapes that symbolize something to him.

Shoes- They’re calf-high platforms with chunky bottoms. Lace-ups with scuff marks, but Special because he doodles on them when he gets bored (a lot of things about talents and hope on them, but also daily reminders for himself).

[beetlegoose01]

Frostbite (Casetello)

AN: do these two have a ship name? Caseytello? eh whatever it’s casey x donnie and they’re gay

special thanks to cal for reading this for me and saying i should post it <3

There were quite a lot of things Casey Jones loved. Hockey, pizza, riding his motorcycle, video games, beating the crap out of his opponents. Normal teenage stuff. Lately he had been doing the latter, ever since he and April officially joined the 'Unofficial Turtles Team' , helping alongside the teen mutants on patrol. Goofing off with Mikey and Raph were the highlights, but he couldn't deny spending extra time with April was also a benefit. Even if they barely got a single word out- too busy fighting off random mutants scattering the city, it was still nice.

But what wasn't nice, downright unpleasant about patrol...was Donatello. There was an unspoken, mutual loathing that the pair shared that even quick glances at each other led to glaring and arguing. Leaving them together in the same room was never a good idea. Casey hasn't understood why the purple genius was so hostile towards him at first. But the reasons became obvious the first time he caught him staring helplessly at April, fumbling his words and blushing profusely. Not that Casey didn't feel similarly, heck, that was the problem. Both were attracted to April. Obviously Casey had the upper hand, being human. A turtle and a human girl in a relationship was built for disaster.

But their hatred didn't stop there. It wasn't just about April.  Eventually, everything about Donatello annoyed him. His whiny voice, his love for using complicated words to sound superior, soon every little thing bugged him.

Things were easier if the two stayed as far apart as possible.

Of course, fate seemed to work in mysterious ways.

It was starting to get late, the moonlight illuminating the sky. The group stopped on a rooftop, perched by the edge. Leo halted them silently, then turned around.

"Why'd you stop, Fearless?" Raph asked.

"I think we should split up. We'll cover more ground. If you see any sign of trouble, use your T-Phones." said Leo.

"No way dudes!" Mikey squeaked. "I saw this scary movie last night where the team split up! And then..." He paused for dramatic effect. "They all got taken out one by one. Starting with the cute funny one!" He trembled, hiding behind Donnie, who rolled his eyes.

Raph smirked, always prepared for a sassy remark. "Which means, you'll be just fine since you're neither of those."

"Hey!"

"And you'll be in pairs." Leo crossed his arms. "I've got it all planned out. Raph and April. Mikey and me."

"Mikey and I." Donnie corrected under his breath. Casey fought the urge to whack the smart aleck turtle with his hockey stick.

Leo ignored him. "Donnie and Casey-"

Casey involuntary let out a loud groan. Just his luck.

Leo narrowed his blue eyes, unamused. "Something wrong, Jones?"

"Er..." His eyes darted to Donatello, who seemed stoic, but equally frustrated with this predicament. On one hand, he wanted to argue and beg to be with literally anyone else. On the other, he didn't want to deal with the leader in blue getting annoyed with him.  "Nah Leo, that's fine by me. Right, D?"

Donnie huffed. "Yeah, that's alright."

"I think this will be good for you both." April grinned.

"Of course, April." Donnie agreed.

"No problem at all." Casey smiled through gritted teeth. When she turned away, they both shared an equally menacing glare.

"I knew I could count on you two." April smiled softly, though even she didn't look entirely convinced.

This was going to be a long night.

~•~

Turns out, Casey had underestimated the scrawny (ugh, svelte) turtle. In what Donnie lacked in muscle, he gained with his speed, mobility and of course, his mind. It was practically impossible to keep up once Donatello had leaped from the first building, tumbling and landing with ease, while Casey was coughing his lungs out as he ran desperately after the brainy terrapin.

"Okay, now you're just showing off." He panted irritably, nearly collapsing once he finally caught up with him.

"Are you coming or not?" Donnie gave his trademark gap tooth grin as he turned, slowing down.

"I am! You're just moving too fast!" Casey complained. "I thought turtles were supposed to be slow! I didn't even have time to get my grappling hook."

Donnie shrugged, ending the conversation with one simple movement.

They walked side by side, neither wanting to say anything. They both knew it would only end in arguing.

"Can I just say-" Casey started.

"No, you can't."

"I didn't say anything!"

"Exactly."

"Listen, Gap Tooth, I don't like this either!" He flicked a stone off the roof with his shoe. "But we have to ..." He swallowed. "work together, right?"

Donnie said nothing. He looked deep in thought.

"Is it because of April? Because it's not my fault she...y'know likes me more."

At the mention of April, Donnie turned away, eyes flashed with hurt, which only filled Casey with that annoying feeling of guilt.

"It isn't about her."

"Alright." Silence. "Sorry, let's just-" He cleared his throat. "Let's just work together, we don't need to be friends. Just get through the mission. After that, we can go back to hating each other."

"That was...surprisingly mature, Jones. Glad we can agree on something." Donnie quipped. "And for once, you're right. This mission is more important than our petty squabbles. No matter how insufferable you may be."

"Now you're just making up words."

Donnie fought the urge to roll his eyes. "So, that's two more hours of this."

Casey scoffed, but couldn't help but chuckle. Quietly of course. Last thing he wanted was for Donnie to think he was actually amusing.

"So...deal?"

"Deal." Donnie said, then added: "Cave Mouth." Which made Casey shove him lightly.

For a brief moment, they seemed to share a mutual understanding. The silence that followed wasn't awkward or forced, it was comfortable. Well, as comfortable as they could possibly be.

Donnie paused, startled by something. Lifting his bō carefully, he tried to follow whatever the sound was.

"What the-" Casey raised an eyebrow.

"Shh!" He hissed. "Do you hear that?"

"No?" Casey scrunched his nose, listening closely. It sounded like a...buzzing noise? Like a fly or mosquito. Irritating, but not dangerous. "Chill Don, it's just a bug or something."

"No, listen!" The turtle looked frantic and alert.

The buzzing became louder. Then, it was followed by the sound of snapping wood. Deliberate and exact. Casey gulped, taking his own weapon.

A massive shadow flew over their heads and landed in front of them. Donnie yelped in surprise, stumbling forward.

"Ah, shell." He swore, lifting his head to face the hideous insectoid mutant with acid green eyes. Scumbug spread his deformed wings, antenayes raised, prepared to strike.

"Well, I was right. That definitely is a bug. Scumbug! Wicked! This'll be fun!" Casey sneered.

"Which makes no sense, considering stag beetles aren't even bugs! They're insects!" Donnie spun his staff like a propeller, hitting the mutant face on.

"Not the time!" Casey tackled Scumbug, who roared, jostling him aside like a ragdoll. He smacked the floor with a sickening thud, directly on his arm. He fought back a scream of agony.  "Do you- gah- seriously have to be such a know it all, all the time?" He looked at his arm, which currently looked seriously messed up.

Donnie looked affronted. "I am not a know it all!"

"Yes you are!" Another whack of his trusty hockey stick, followed by a knock to the ground, face first. He wiped his mouth from the metallic taste of blood.

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you- Donnie, look out!" Casey shrieked, sounding less manly than he intended.

Scumbug, now furious, had efficiently used his enemies' bickering to his advantage. Before he could turn around, a spider web twirled from its appendages binding Donatello to the ground, who kicked and struggled furiously.

The mutant now crouched over the captured turtle, prepared to strike with his signature acid spit.

"Hang on, D! Casey Jones is here to save the day! GOONGALA!" He bellowed, racing towards Scumbug and latching onto him like a demented parasite. It was hardly the most graceful of moves, but it distracted him briefly.

He raised his hockey stick, poking him hard in the eye in an attempt to gouge them. Eyes were sensitive- he remembered Splinter telling him that.

With the extra time, Donnie reached for his bō, ripping the web apart with the extended naginata blade.

Scumbug, now looking more disheveled and horrifically disfigured than normal, retreated blindly into the misty air.

"I didn't need your help." Donnie said bitterly.

"Aw, is that any way to say thank you?" Casey retorted. "I just saved your shell." He poked his plastron roughly. "I think I deserve a little appreciation for my heroism."

"I had it handled."

"Did you? Because you looked just about ready to be eaten by Scumbug."

Donatello scowled, moving closer. "And he got away. So your heroism didn't exactly work, did it?"

"Would you rather have acid stuck to your face?" Casey growled. "You'd look even freakier than you do now. Next time you're a little 'turtle in distress' don't expect me to come save your-"

"I didn't need saving." Their foreheads pressed together, any moment ready to face each other on.

Casey gritted his teeth. "Sure, whatever you say. I didn't help because I actually cared about you or anything."

"Then why did you?" Donnie snapped, pulling away. "You could have left me."

"Because I- you- argh!" Casey felt his temper rising. "Because I'm not a monster, alright? We're a team, and we help each other. That's the deal." He wiped his chapped lips again, the disgusting taste of blood still lingering. He winced, clutching his arm.

"I can patch you up at the lair." Donnie said softly. "It just looks sprained."

"Mm." Casey grumbled, still pissed. Stubbornness was taking over any injury he had. He'd rather have his arm stay at this awkward angle than admit he was hurt in front of his rival. "I'll just wrap it up at home. I'll be fine."

Donnie sighed, raising his palm to his face. "Don't be so stubborn, I can help you."

Casey didn't look convinced.

"To repay the favor?" His warm brown eyes looked surprisingly sincere. "You did help me, after all. I'd probably be toast if you didn't."

Casey snorted. "You got that right."

A beat. Donnie looked unsure, as if he wanted to say something else. But whatever it was, it was holding him back.

"So...we should go back to the lair then?" Casey suggested, easing the awkwardness.

"Huh? Yes, of course. Totally. " Donnie nodded. "Naturally."

"Alright then."

"Jones?"

Casey turned, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"I just wanted to say...thanks."

"Hey, no problem. But don't tell anyone I saved your ass."

"Deal."

~•~

Casey never expected to be sitting in Donnie's lab table, in between Timothy the blob-organ filled mutant and several bunsen burners, but life tended to be weird that way. He also didn’t expect to be pouting on said table like he was at some freaky doctor’s office. The rest of the team returned shortly after them, and seemed surprised that Donnie was actually willing to fix Casey's arm- and not begrudgingly.

Donnie returned with a first aid kit, setting it on the table. He hummed a familiar tune to himself, as if to fill the empty air of any more awkwardness.

"I've seen these before." Casey said, poking the bunsen burner tap, immediately then swatted away by Donatello. "At my school's science lab."

Donnie nodded, rolling up Casey's sleeve to examine his bare arm. Casey flinched, not comfortable with the random act of touching. "Hey don't!"

"Do you want your arm fixed or not?"

"...yeah."

"Then let me work my magic."

Casey frowned, staring at the bottle the turtle was holding. "Your magic looks like antibiotics and advil."

Donnie's lip twitched.

After his arm was treated somewhat, Donnie wrapped him up gently with a clean bandage. The slow movement made his heart race increase every time Donnie's fingertips brushed his arm, but he ignored it.

Don't be weird, Jones.

"That should be good. Don't put any pressure on it." said Donnie, passing him the advil. "And take this, it'll soothe the pain."

Casey pretended to look offended. "Here I thought you were gonna kiss it better."

Donnie rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. "Don't push it, Jones. We aren't there yet."

Casey laughed. "Yet. Thanks for fixin' my arm, D. You...aren't so bad, I guess. But let's go back to hating each other, alright?"

Donnie smirked. "Whatever you say."