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Toshi WIP

happy WIP Wednesday, we are here to congratulate me as an artist with the most inconsistent art style 🙋🏽‍♀️🙋🏽‍♀️🙋🏽‍♀️🙋🏽‍♀️

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Shiu Kong 🚬

any Shiu fans out there?? Also, FAKE BLOOD 🚨

Sorry I’ve been uhhhh dead/on hiatus, just got a little busy but I have some more art and fics to post! Thank you for your patience, and as always commissions are open 🥳🥳🥳

(The base I referenced is by @109ddong, I’ll leave it below here in case anyone else would like to use it!)

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Fixing You Up ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

✭ .・。.・゜✭・.・。.・゜✭・.・。.・.・。✭・. Scrolling on here until I saw some Toshi fluff openly requested by @nkox and I really hope you enjoy it! (Sorry to all my followers and moots on here- I’ve been dead lol)

Word Count: 1k

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You and Toshinori had been in a secret relationship for the past year and a half. It was all done to keep away from the prying eyes of the public, he even kept it away from his beloved students, he didn’t want to take any chance that could potentially expose your relationship.

Though you said you wouldn’t have minded, he thought it would be best. With knowing how much attention he got as the Number One Hero and all that, he’d never want to overwhelm you. You agreed and never complained about it, you respected his decision and it wasn’t all that bad. Even though it was becoming increasingly difficult to explain how you were ‘single’ but still weren’t looking for anyone to date to your friends and family every time they asked you about your love-life.

So, it was just you and Toshi in your shared apartment. Stolen kisses whenever you felt like it, quiet nights while enjoying each other’s company, and many other moments filled with so much love. But, he still did his hero work and teaching- which was obviously a given. It did take a lot of time away from each other since the relationship was private, unfortunately that was just one of the downsides to dating All Might. But really, you were fine with it. With the experience of all of his hero duties and missions, he knew that you knew how reckless he was. You saw how many times he’d come a little battered up, not from a villain, but for going out of his way to do something wildly dangerous trying to save someone. But of course, you were always there to fix him up.

Tonight, he came home sometime after ten. He unlocked and opened the door, walking inside to find you napping on the couch. Blanket slung over your shoulders, chest rising and falling ever so peacefully; accidentally falling asleep waiting for him no doubt.

He smiles to himself at the sight, turning to close and lock the door, but of course, you finally wake at the sound of him closing the door.

He was just starting to take off his shoes before turning to see you stirring awake. “I’m sorry honey, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He flashed you a tired smile as he put his shoes next to the door, walking over to your spot on the couch. “No, it’s okay I was just…resting my eyes until you got back..” You say before yawning, sitting up while stretching your arms.

“Uh huh, sure you were.” He smiled at your excuse before planting a kiss on the top of your head. “Well, we should get you to bed shouldn’t we?” He suggests, making you look up at him with half opened eyes.

It wasn’t until you saw the cut on his brow that was now bleeding that made your eyes widen with worry. “Oh no, what happened?” You gasp softly, taking his face in your hands to look him over.

“It’s nothing, I guess some debris hit me in the face from work…” He chuckled with a shrug, hoping it would ease your worries.

You give him a knowing look, raising a brow. “You’re bleeding.” You sigh before getting up, going to the bathroom to fetch the medkit for what felt like the hundredth time.

You came back to see him sitting politely on the couch. This obviously wasn’t the first time he’d come home like this, so he knew better than to protest against your very persistent demands to take care of him.

You plop back down on the couch next to him, tuning his face to you while taking out a prep pad before wiping off the bloodied area to disinfect it.

As you wipe the dark red liquid, you notice his nose scrunch up in discomfort, most likely from the slight burn of the alcohol. A pang of guilt fills your chest, whispering a soft ‘sorry’ before gently blowing on his brow to ease the sting.

He gives you a smile, chuckling to himself. “A little bit of rubbing alcohol isn’t going to kill me sweetheart.” He remarks, making you roll your eyes in turn. “Yeah, God forbid I care about your wellbeing.” You joke, earning a lighthearted scoff from the blonde in front of you.

After inspecting his brow and deciding it was clean enough, you toss the pad in the trashcan next to the couch. Taking out some ointment you grabbed, you slathered a good amount on there, humming to yourself softly as you worked.

While you were screwing the cap back on the tube, you hear his breathing become deeper and slower. You look up to see his head leaning on the couch with his eyes closed. He fell asleep, and now he was snoring. Well, well, well. Look at who’s resting their eyes now…

“What am I going to do with you…” You shake your head in disbelief, huffing out a sound of amusement through your nose. You rip off a small strip of medical tape to close the cut on his brow as the finishing touch.

After internally debating whether or not to wake him, you decide the couch was good enough for tonight. You grab the blanket you were just using a few minutes ago and threw it over the two of you.

Once you got comfortable enough, you leaned up to kiss him goodnight on the cheek. Before your lips could make contact, his head turned just enough to catch your lips with his.

You feel him smile into the kiss, making you give him a look as you pulled away. “Were you even asleep?” You huff as he opens one of his blue eyes to peek at you, his loving smile turning into a smirk.

A moment passed between the two of you before he decided to grace you with an answer.

“Would you be mad if I said no?”

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okay fineeeeeeeee I guess I’ll come out of my hiatus for this or whatever

I wish i could find fluff of Toshinori 😭 Why is it all smut!? PLEASE IF YOU HAVE ANY TOSHINORI FICS THATS JUST FLUFF OR EVEN ANGST LMK

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Hi really love what you do on here, I was wondering if you have any general relationship headcanons for Scott summers x reader

Thank youuuuu, and ofc I do! Enjoy ❤️❤️❤️❤️(and sorry for the late post lol, we’re gonna pretend Jean and Scott are just friends for the sake of this post 🤫)

Scott X Reader Headcannons

As we know, he is an overprotective kind of guy, and lovesssss being near you 24/7

When it comes to PDA, it definitely depends. Not much of an open hugger, but I’d see him more as a hand holder. He’s also a ‘quick’ kisser, expect surprise pecks on the cheek throughout the day.

We also know he can get quite jealous, if a guy looks at you the wrong way it ruins his entire mood. Sure it gets better when you reassure him, but he still has the urge to give the dick a “piece of his mind” as Scott likes to say.

Probably sleeps in the white and blue striped pajama set. Yes the one with the hat and bunny slippers. First time you shared a bed with him you had to hold back from laughing hysterically, but he claims it’s comfortable.

As we know, Jean cannot cook- but that doesn’t mean Scott gets down in the kitchen. He refers to himself as the “grill master”, and of course no one in a million years would ever call him that. (Gambit and Scott constantly fight over who gets grill privileges when barbecue season is around the corner)

Branching off the last one, he’d make you a fancy plate of whatever was being served. He has arranged your fries into a heart shape, sometimes even cutting your sandwich into cute shapes.

He snores- impossibly loud. Logan has half a mind to shove a sock in his mouth. You had to stop him from completing his mission when he barged in your shared room once.

Called him ‘Scottie the hottie’ once and he hated it.

He forgot your anniversary once, and was never able to live it down. Every woman in the mansion gave him the silent treatment until he remembered. Don’t worry, he made up for it…*wink* *wink*

But despite the slip up, he is very romantic. Will always take you out on dates whenever the two of you are free and not busy saving people.

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Aw, you’re too sweet, tysm ❤️❤️!! And ‘Tempest’s’ quirk is Weather Manipulation, allowing her to control any form of weather she pleases! While this may seem like an OP quirk to have, she can suffer from frost bite, nausea, or heaststroke- depending on what form of weather she overuses. But with training, she’s been able to lessen the toll the side effects have. Unfortunately, they’ll still appear in long/drawn out battles.

Side Note! The metal/gold bands on her arm and in her costume allow her to control the unpredictable lightning bolts. Also, she keeps her curly hair short to reduce the frizz from the lightning, and from the amount of curls that kept blowing in her face! And her irregular crescent-shaped cape allows her glide smoother in the air, all while using the wind currents of course ;)

MORE MHA ART?!?!?!

-featuring my OC this time 😍

Little nervous posting this one bc of how near and dear she is to my heart, and I know how the media acts towards x Cannon 👁️……And before I get attacked, yes she obviously has a purpose and isn’t JUST married to toshinori…even though that is quite nice, he needs some love lol

And please, feel free to ask questions about my OC, Tempest 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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MORE MHA ART?!?!?!

-featuring my OC this time 😍

Little nervous posting this one bc of how near and dear she is to my heart, and I know how the media acts towards x Cannon 👁️……And before I get attacked, yes she obviously has a purpose and isn’t JUST married to toshinori…even though that is quite nice, he needs some love lol

And please, feel free to ask questions about my OC, Tempest 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hiiii🥹 I really hope u remember me(I think I went by Emma on there lmao) but I was one of your FIRST devoted readers on Wattpad!! Since 2+ years ago!! I fucking loved your Monty story so much!! I just wanted to say how much I loved your writing and your art as always!! And I loved watching your story’s grow!!!❤️ (Also hope you don’t mind me sending this!!)

HI EMMA I REMEMBER READING YOUR COMMENTSSSSSSSS. Thank you so much for the support, my heart goes out to every one of my fans. I appreciate you sticking around throughout the years ❤️❤️❤️ I think this may be a good time to post my finished life guard monty peice, just for you ;)

So here’s to the mostly dead fnaf (sb) fandom 🤝🏽

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JJK FANART???

me when my friend commissions me 60 dollars

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BONUS: ft. Geto 👅👅👅

.・。.・゜✭・commission info .・。.・゜✭・

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All Smite 😮‍💨😮‍💨

ft. Baby toshi, what a cutie pie

Thank you for your service Dave 🫡🫡🫡🫡

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YOUNG TOSHINORI

almost didn’t post this bc I am NOT a fan of the way it turned out…but yolo I guess…. 😓

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! 🎃 👻

I unfortunately don’t have anything written, I got completely flooded with unexpected work sorry about that….take this finished piece of one of my favs, Starfire instead!!! ✨⭐️💫

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#needthat

look at this cutie patootie THONKIN, until he saw yoouuu~

frames and process under da cut

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So I know this is out of the blue, (pun intended) but can I request a yandere Hank McCoy fic?

Nothing creepy just Hank being a bit clingy.

Short A/N: Hey! Im aware I didn’t post a chapter yesterday, I unfortunately had a problem uploading a chapter? I guess it never got posted so sorry guys 😭😭😭😭😭

Can’t Get Enough of You

“Flufftober” series. 6 🎃 Clingy Hank X GN Reader ‘Fluff’ Word Count: 565

You knew something was up when you tried to get out of your shared bed before being pulled back into the duvet by strong blue arms.

Your husband’s love language has always been touch, so you simply brush it off with a chuckle. You pressed a sweet kiss to his knuckles before speaking.

“Hank it’s time to get up…” You mummer into his large, calloused hand. You’re answered with a deep huff, his warm breath grazing across your skin.

He finally released, letting you get up and ready for the day. After that, the rest of the morning carried out as usual. That was, until you were on your between-class breaks.

It was like he was always there, baiting his time until you were alone before engulfing you in his embrace. You’d never found yourself opposed to his affection, but you’d have to say, this was strange for him.

When you were making yourself a late afternoon snack, you felt the familiar texture of fur and the warm scent of teakwood.

“What’s up honey?” You asked while cutting some fruit, smiling as you feel him press soft kisses along your neck.

“Just wanted to check in is all…” He said against your skin, causing you to roll your eyes affectionately.

“I think you’ve ‘checked in’ on me about ten times today~” You tease, popping a berry into your mouth.

“I can’t help it when it comes to you…” He replies softly, holding you tighter against his large frame. “Guess I can’t argue with that,” You shrug with a chuckle, holding up a strawberry to his face. “Strawberry?” He hummed in reply, gladly taking the small fruit with his teeth. If you didn’t know any better, it must be one of those days where his…libado gets out of control…

Yes, it’s happened many times before, courtesy of his ‘beastly’ mutation (pun intended). You don’t know exactly how it works, but it’s the only explanation for his clingy attitude.

“No other reason you came down to the empty kitchen then?” You say, still smushed between the counter and Hank. “No…” He mumbles bashfully, knowing he was caught like a deer in headlights.

“Welp, guess I should just return to teaching classes then, huh?” You hum with a knowing smile, knowing how’d he would inevitably react.

You carried your bowl of fruit as you made your way out the kitchen, knowing Hank’s expression was suffering.

This was too embarrassing, he hated bothering you all the time with this but he couldn’t help it!

“I lied…” He sighs just before you could go any further. You stop, looking over your shoulder with a raised brow. “Oh? About what?”

“You know what…” He huffs, pinching the bridge of his nose in embarrassment. “Hmmm, I don’t think I do…” You tease, watching a warm flush blossom across his face.

“Don’t make me say it. It’s…so embarrassing.” He looks up at you with a pleading look. You chuckle at his pout, such an adorable look on such a large man. You couldn’t hold in the affection anymore as you walk back over to him, taking his face in your hands. “Alright I’ll save you the grief…this time.” You smile, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

When you part, you realize you’ve made a mistake, seeing Hank’s expression serious as ever, eyes lidded and his focus zeroed-in on you. “…Hank?”

“Do you actually have a class to teach?” He questions without missing a beat.

“No…why do you-AHH!” You yelp, feeling yourself thrown over his shoulder without another thought.

“Good. You wouldn’t have made it back in time anyway.” He snickers, causing your head to whip around to scold him. “HENRY MCCOY.”

BONUS:

I had the pleasure of @moonshinenum drawing some bits of the story, featuring their oc with Hank! I love the fan art 🙌💖💖

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So this is Love?

“Flufftober” series. 5 All Smite X Reader Part 1/3 Word Count: 1.7k

Writing this for self indulgent purposes…enjoy ;)

You huffed in frustration, wiping the water that relentlessly poured down your face from the heavy rain. A crack of thunder is heard overhead as your heels clack against the ground.

Knew I should’ve brought an umbrella to work today…

You stomp your way home, silently chastising yourself for forgetting that it would be raining today- well, technically tonight. Fortunately, you didn’t live too far away.

Just as you pass an alleyway, you heard a cough. You slow down your movements, turning your head to the ominously dark path. 

“H-hello?” You call out, not sure if you wanted a response in this situation. 

Instead, another cough rings out from the darkness, this one sounding more ragged and…wet?

“D-do you need help? It’s raining pretty hard out here…” You trail off, lifting a hand over your eyes to block the cold water from running down your face further. 

Nothing fills the silence this time. 

You take a deep breath before exhaling with a sigh. Just your luck. 

You turn on your heel and walk into the abyss. The night sky and even darker clouds did nothing to help you see in this alley, but there were some (barely) functional streetlights behind you. 

You spot a large figure, kneeling behind a dumpster in a hunched over position. “Sir, a-are you hurt?” You ask, nervously approaching the stranger. 

What were you doing? This is crazy! You, a single woman, are approaching a random man in an alleyway for crying out loud! 

Another sickly cough is ripped from his lungs, his chest heaving as a crimson liquid spills out onto the pavement beneath him. 

Well, this random man in the alleyway clearly needs help. Your brain reminds you. As a nurse, it was hard to ignore your moral code. Guess old habits die hard. 

With another sigh you bend over, inspecting him further. You almost immediately notice a large gash on his side. You quickly cover your mouth to hide your gasp. 

“You’re hurt!” You exclaim as your eyes flickered over his body, searching for any extra injuries.

“Well, obviously.” The man before you sneers, his voice deep and…slightly intimidating if you were being honest. He hacks once more, another concerning amount of blood splattering against the ground as he did so. 

“Here, let me help you.” You offer your hand. Who were you kidding, this guy was a literal giant- no wayyou were lifting him up. 

You see his head tilt to the side, as if he were giving you a once over before scoffing. 

“Come on, you’re seriously hurt, can you walk?” You question, slightly retracting your hand. 

“Yeah…probably.” He answers almost shakily, all previous attitude in his tone gone. 

“Well, you can’t just sit here and bleed out so up you go!” You huff, taking his hand in an unsuccessful attempt to lift him to his feet. 

He sighs to himself before pushing himself up, standing on his feet now. 

And holy shit was he tall. 

“Lean on me if you have to, my apartment’s closer than the hospital so I’ll fix you up there okay?” You say softly, looking up at him to make sure he was okay. 

You found he was already looking down at you. His thick blonde brows were furrowed in an unreadable expression as blood ran from his forehead to his chin. You felt a shiver run down your spine at his intense gaze. You quickly brushed it off, not letting yourself overthink the action. 

“I’ll take that as a yes…” You answer for him, the heavy pitter-patter of the rain drowning out any surrounding sounds other than your soft tone. 

“It’s just down the street.” You lead him out the alleyway, his large arm slung across your shoulder awkwardly as he held his injured side. 

You’re given a curt nod as he hobbles next to you. The sight of your predicament was truly an unruly one, thankfully, the hour of this rainy night prevented anyone from being outside to witness it.

In record time, you made it to your small home. You helped him up the stairs before opening the front door.

“You don’t lock your doors?” Whether it was a look of astonishment or disdain he was giving you, you couldn’t tell. 

“Um…no? Is that weird?” You reply, chuckling to yourself. You led him to your living room, motioning for him to sit on the couch while you looked for your med-kit. 

“Well, seeing how there are villains around these parts that could break in at any time while you’re away- yes. It is very weird.” He says matter-of-factly while you fished through the bathroom cabinets. 

You snort out a laugh from the other side of the house at his reply, coming back with the kit and rag in hand. He then plopped down on the sofa, the furniture dipping in from his size with a dangerous groan.

“Well, with heroes around I guess I haven’t found a reason to lock it.” You hum with a shrug, sitting next to him on the coach. 

“Lift your shirt for me.” 

He did so reluctantly, revealing a deep gash with blood spilling from it. You sharply inhale through your teeth as you hold your rag against the wound. 

“You need a better bed-side face doc.” He quips, a huff of amusement leaving his lips. If the room wasn’t so quiet, you might’ve missed it. 

Wait a minute…Did he see you leave the hospital? No, that’s impossible how did he know you were a nurse? Your gaze then flew to his in shock. “How did you…?” 

“You still have your tag on, you know that right?” He muses with a raised brow. 

Oh. 

Well, that makes more sense. 

You’re taken by surprise when he slowly reads your name aloud. “Hm, a villain could’ve definitely used your identity against you. You need to be more careful, y/n.” He repeats, your name almost sounding natural coming from his lips. 

“Seems to me that you’re awfully paranoid.” You retort, removing the bloodied rag and taking out the gauze. 

“Or you could just be extremely reckless.” He counters as you begin to stuff the wound to prevent further bleeding. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” You say finally, wrapping medical cloth around his midsection. 

A comfortable silence fell over you, nothing being heard but the quiet rain from outside. His gaze eventually fell over you. He’d never had someone so gentle with him, All Smite. The number one villain. Clearly you didn’t know his infamous title, or you wouldn’t have him in your home right now. 

He liked it, the break from not instantly being recognized as the number 1 villain in Japan. Maybe he’ll even thank you for your hospitality. 

You tape up the wrap, making sure it wouldn’t move. “Okay, that should hold until the morning when I can take you in for proper treatment at the hospital.” You say while wiping your hand against your forehead, some light sweat forming after the work.

“Let me know if you bleed through the wraps, I’ll change it out whenever okay?” You spare a quick glance at the man in front of you, zipping up the medical equipment.

He looks down at the bandaging, fingers lightly brushing over the material. Another beat goes by before he speaks. “Thank you.” 

“Of course!” You manage, giving him a quick, biter-sweet smile. “I’ll have to make my way to bed now. I wake up early for my next shift.” You say with an exhausted sigh. 

He raises a brow at your words. It was already late, and to think you would be waking up early for another shift was quite the absurd thought to him. 

“How many hours do you work?” He asks, your eyes meeting to his in surprise. 

“Usually around 40-50 a week, I’m always on call during the week but I get weekends off so…” You say with a shrug. 

He shakes his head. That was…objectively too much. Before he has a chance to respond you’re already speaking again. “Well, goodnight! You’re welcome to sleep in the spare bedroom if you’d like.” You offer, motioning to a room down the hall. 

He nods slowly, watching you walk down a different hallway to where he’d assume were your own personal quarters. 

How interesting you were. Interesting and extremely naive. Not only did you just bring the most feared man in all of Japan inside your own home without even realizing it, you gave him hospitality and left him unattended. 

He chuckles to himself, standing up before walking to the spare room you were talking about. 

Opening the door he is meet with a twin bed adorned with white sheets and a single pillow. Other than the bed and a small coffee table next to a window, the room was utterly bare. 

He hummed to himself, sitting on the bed while looking at the window. He watched the water run down the glass tranquilly, lightning flashing in the distance every so often.

He didn’t think he’d stay until morning, but resting his eyes here couldn’t hurt. There was something warm and endearing about your presence. Something he didn’t even know he was missing until encountering you. 

He’d keep an eye on you, someone who doesn’t lock their doors is sure to be prone to robbery...or some form of villainy. As the man of crime himself, he knew this all too well, more than anyone else. 

He took off his shoes, setting them next to the bed. He laid back into the mattress, the bed frame creaking loudly under his weight. 

Even though his ankles were well off the edge of the bed, he couldn’t recall a time where he’d been this comfortable; so at peace. 

He closed his eyes, he’d stay here and rest. 

At least for a little bit.

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Hello!

Sooo happy I found your blog! I’ve been absolutely loving your Hank McCoy stuff (and honestly allll of your writings)

I was wondering if you might have time to write something angsty- confessing love kind of thing for the reader and Nightcrawler? I’ve always been a fan of his. He always seems to me that he’d be touch starved, despite being so charming.

FORGIVE ME FOR TAKING FOREVER ON THIS 😭😭😭😭😭😭

“Flufftober” series. 3 🎃 Kurt X GN Reader ‘Fluff’ Word Count: 1.2k

You stared at your ceiling. You couldn’t sleep, again. Try as you might, your brain wouldn’t let you get a wink tonight for some reason. 

You roll over to your side with a huff, looking at your bedside clock. It was two in the morning.

You smash your head against your pillow with an exasperated groan. You’d been like this for the past few weeks, on and off thankfully- but it was still annoying. 

You’d been under so much stress lately. Not just as an X-man, but a certain member of your team was driving you crazy. 

It was Kurt, obviously. 

The blue devil couldn’t stay out of your mind, no matter how hard you tried to shoo him away…so you could at least get some shut-eye.  

It was just so hard. He was so kind, nurturing, honest, passionate, and a goof- oh, you’re getting carried away when you should be sleeping…once again. 

You shouldn’t keep lying to yourself like this, giving yourself false hope. He was friendly to everyone, that was just Kurt. And you were no exception, just another X-Men…just another friend.

You sit up, rubbing your eyes with a yawn. Fresh air and a good ol’ walk by the tree line should do you some good. 

You quietly tip-toe down the stairs, careful not to wake anyone at this hour. However, it was unlikely for people with keen senses like Logan. But still, you tried. 

After throwing on a pair of shoes and a jacket, you slipped outside through the back door. 

You made your way down the grassy hills, leaves crunching underneath your feet as you made your way toward the forest. It was dark, with nothing but the stars and moonlight accompanying you tonight. 

A brisk autumn breeze rushes past you, dancing through the tree’s amber leaves. It was so calming, just watching nature move. 

You took a deep breath, the sweet smell of fall surrounding you. Just what you needed.

“Is everything okay Mein Freund?” A startling puff of air sounded behind you. 

You jump, yelping while grabbing your chest with a hand. “Kurt!” You whisper-tell, coughing from the smoke trails he left behind from his ‘bamphing’. 

“I’m sorry to startle you,” He said bashfully, flashing you his pointed canines in a toothy grin. “I noticed you sneak out alone- late in the night and I got worried!” He nervously chuckled, scratching at his neck.

You sighed, shaking your head with a soft smile on your face. “Oh Kurt, always worrying about others…” 

“I just wanted some…air is all.” You add with a shrug, huffing out a laugh. 

“Ah, I see…” He nods his head before looking up. “Well, it is a beautiful night out.” You hum with him in agreement. 

“Would you like to join me?” You ask reluctantly. His yellow eyes shifted back to you, a gentle smile still lingering in his expression. “Of course.” 

With that, you take his hand and pull him down to lie in the grass with you. You both land on leaves and soft grass, looking up at the stars littering the night sky.

While his gaze was directed upwards, his mind was freaking out over the fact you were touching his hand. 

He’s never touched- held hands before. This was all so new to him. Was he freaking out right now? He was definitely freaking out. He was feeling too hot. No, it was too cold outside to feel that warm. There had to be something wrong with him. Was there something wrong with him? Oh God, he’s going to be sick. 

“Kurt?” Your voice pulled Kurt out of his daze. 

“Y-Yes?” He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. “Nothing, just thought I’d lost you there.” You chuckle, watching Kurt’s eyes dart between you and your hand. 

You follow his line of sight before realizing your hand was still wrapped around his. “Oh! Sorry about that, forgot I was still doing that…” You release his hand, a little too quickly for Kurt’s liking.

His eyes furrowed in a frown. Did you not like holding his hand? It was a reaction he was used to, people not wanting to be around him because of his appearance. He was a mutant after all, and a very blue one at that. 

“It’s fine…did that make you…uncomfortable?” He asked you softly, voice barely above a whisper. 

You were taken aback. Had you hurt his feelings? This was all so confusing…

“No, I just..thought you didn’t want to hold mine…” You say, your gaze fixed on the stars, not having enough strength to look at Kurt. 

“It’s quite alright, I do not mind!” He smiles at you, taking a hold of your hand. “W-well as long as you’re comfortable with it.” You say as nonchalantly as possible. There was nothing nonchalant about this situation right now, you were making physical contact with the man you’ve been pining for the past few years! You were freaking out.

“I actually…really like you if I’m being honest.” He randomly blurts out, his statement effectively getting you to shoot up and look at him with wide eyes. 

“Oh, you don’t…feel the same, do you?” He states, rather than trying to find confirmation. He looks down at his hand still holding yours, disappointment written all across his features. 

Before you can explain yourself, he’s gone in a puff of blue-purple tendrils. You cough, waving your hand to clear the smoke from his vanishing act. Nice, real smooth. You scared him off. 

You get up, running to the mansion with nothing to lose…Well, other than sleep since it was late. But you had to find Kurt before he got the wrong idea. 

You spot him in a tree, sitting on a thick branch with his tail leisurely hanging off the side. Was he really just gonna sit there like you couldn’t see him? 

“Kurt!” You whisper-yelled, standing at the trunk of the tree. 

“Agh, I think I’ve embarrassed myself enough for one night! Let me wallow in self-pity alone…please…” He trailed off with a groan, leaning his head back to hit it against the tree. “Alright I’m coming up there-“ 

“WAIT!” You stop your advances up the tree, raising a brow questionably at him. “I-I’ll just come to you…” He mumbles. 

In a flurry of bamphs, he lands in front of you, his head hanging in humiliation. You let out a sigh before pulling him into an embrace. “What’s all this for?” He nervously chuckles, his arms moving stiffly to pat your back. 

First the hand holding, now hugs. Kurt feared he might explode from all the warmth and affection from you. 

“I like you Kurt.” You murmur, just loud enough for him to hear. 

When you’re met with no response, you open an eye to peek at his reaction, just to find a purple flush blooming on his blue complexion. And when you advert your gaze downwards, you notice his forked tail swaying. That was adorable…

“This might be the best day of my life.”

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Hello! If it isn’t too much trouble, could I request some headcanons for Hank McCoy aka Beast with a fem!reader who is a bit of an introvert with an eye for detail and a high IQ, kind of like Morgan from High Potential? 🙏 Thanks for taking the time to read this!

yessss ofc! Thank you for the request 🎉✨

“Flufftober” series. 2 🎃 Hank McCoy HC’s X Fem! Reader ‘Fluff’ Word Count: 490

You’d first piqued Hank’s interest when you had first pointed out a small detail he added in some of his latest designs. “Hank is there a reason you use the same screws for every invention? They’re pretty small, it must be hard since you have…well large hands…” He’d look up from his project to you, surprise written on his face. No one had ever paid attention to his screws, but then again you noticed everything. “It is, but I find the smaller screws have a harder time falling out rather the larger ones for some reason.” He answered with that familiar friendly smile, receiving a thoughtful hum from you.

With your mutation being advanced intelligence and cognitive abilities, it wasn’t really something you could do out in the field. So, you’d often be in the lab, helping Hank with whatever he needed help on, which was quite rare since his genius was just a little ways ahead of yours. But, he rather enjoyed your company, it was always helpful for an outside opinion as educated as yours.

Xavier encouraged utilizing your gifts as a teacher, but you were much too shy for that. You loved the kids of course, you were just never…good in front of people.

Maybe it was your gentle beauty that really had him so intrigued from the start, but your insane attention to detail and intelligence had him falling- hard. He’d never felt so seen, so comfortable to be a complete nerd with you.

Both of you were night-owls, working on some experiments and tests late into the night. More often than not, he’d catch you asleep at his desk. Your eyes closed with a pencil in your hand before you could finish writing whatever it was that brilliant mind of yours was thinking.

He’d find himself carrying you to your room bridal style, tucking you under the covers. You had a bad habit of opening your mouth while sleep every now and then, allowing soft snores to escape your lips. He found the sight endearing, pushing loose hairs out of your face. He paused for a moment, commuting every soft feature of your face to memory.

Sometimes, when no one was looking, he’d press a gentle kiss to your forehead. He couldn’t help it.

The fondness he felt for you was like no other, you saw Hank- for who he was, and not a beast. He truly treasured you for it.

And someday he would find the courage to finally ask you out on a date. Maybe some roses somewhere nice and quiet, he knew you could be shy around the others. But he wouldn’t let that stop him from seeeping you off your feet. You deserved to be romanced, treated like the princess you are.

And when he did, you would be ready. Unbeknownst to him, you’ve been waiting. There was no turning back from the love you felt for Hank.