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Hello me again

So Nichole Demara and Belle (separate)

after having a spicy night with the reader how would they react to wake up to the reader not there? Would they feel disappointed, annoyed or feel used but to find out they were just in a different room maybe making breakfast or just going toilet

You have creative freedom with the reader, is a can be a friend, a date or a stranger omg a one night stand how scandalous

Ok that's my request love your stuff thank you if you do but if not algood

Pairings -> Nicole Demara x Reader || Belle x Reader

Warnings -> Negative thinking, feeling used or disappointed or annoyed

Note -> They have a nice night last night but they wake up seeing Reader not there and think they left them but they were just making breakfast for them

Genre -> Fluff

A/N - Hello again ^v^

NICOLE DEMARA

You and Nicole were quite close friends with each other, always telling each other gossip, telling secrets to the point you two had something going on

The rest of the cunning hares didn't really think much of it but knew that you guys were seeing each other behind missions, meaning that you guys were getting more and more comfortable with each other to the point that it sets you here

You woke up in a room filled with slight pink, the covers that were covering you were pink which wasn't your blankets so.. who was it? that's when you remember the night before

The night before with you and Nicole, you suddenly look behind your shoulder to see a sleeping Nicole

You now remember all of it, the night before it began, both of you teasing each other until it caused some lustful comments here and there and Nicole took you to her bedroom

You weren't disappointed or anything, you did like Nicole but does Nicole like you back?

Nows not the time to think negative things, then your thoughts were inteurrpted with your stomach growling

Seems like it was breakfast time

...

Nicole stretched as she now was waking up from her peaceful slumber, feeling the bed next to her as it felt empty and cold

Sitting up to find that you weren't there, where did you go? Did you leave? Did you just wanted to use her?

Nicole frowned as she sat there for a moment thinking about where you have gone, did the night before ruin your friendship? Did you not want to be friends anymore?

Nicole shook her head to stop all the thoughts from caving in her head as she stood up from her bed, taking off the covers as she walked out

Seeming that she was hungry, so she decided to make breakfast to cheer herself up but as soon as she was met with the kitchen she could smell some delicious

Who was making breakfast? It couldn't be Anby, all she eats was hamburgers and it couldn't be Billy or else the kitchen would be burning down and Nekomata wouldn't even dare to make herself or others breakfast

So who was it? As Nicole peeked around the corner to only find you humming as you stayed near the pan which had some eggs and bacon

So that's where you went to make breakfast

As you were humming away you noticed a presence behind you as you looked over to see Nicole standing there "Oh Nichole! Glad to see you're awake, thought I could make breakfast for you and me" You smiled

"You hungry?" You asked, a egg lifter in your hand

"Sure I could eat" Nicole gave out a smile

BELLE

Belle and you were not strangers or friends, though you guys were dating for at least 4 months into your relationship

You two were inseperatable with each other as you two would be seen with each other, even at the store belle works at with her brother

She loves you and you love her

But as soon as Belle wakes up from what happened last night, she wanted to see if you were still asleep to wake you up but all she saw was a empty space next to her

Covers already opened from when you left, the blankets scattered everywhere like you were in a hurry

Belle's heart broken at the sight of not seeing you there and that she started to think you left her after what happened the night before, was it too far? Did she do something wrong?

What ever she did.. she was going to find you and apologise to you if she did something wrong to hurt you or to make you leave so early without saying goodbye to each other as you usually do when leaving

Belle reached over to her bedside table to get her phone, hugging the plushie that you slept with last night before going to sleep

She put in her passcode to open her to see the wallpaper as you and her having a great time when you first went out with each other

That was the day you confessed to her and it was the best things that happened to the both of you

She slightly smiled as she went to messages and clicked on your profile seeing that you were active just 10 mins ago

She had a bad feeling in her stomach as she started to type, the little dots appearing as she typed away hoping you would reply back

'Hey, where did you go? Did you have to be somewhere?'

Then in a flash your profile turned active with a little green dot appearing making her more and more nervous

Then you starting typing as the dots flickered one by one making belle feel more nervous than before

Then suddenly your message popped up which caused her to stare and blink at it for a few seconds

'Sorry! I just needed to go toilet, so sorry if I made you upset.. I'll be back as soon as possible'

That caused her to burst out laughing, she was worried for nothing just you leaving to go to the toilet

'Lmao, okay XD'

...

Belle sat quickly on her phone as she had a wide smile on her face after what just happened, she couldn't stop thinking about it

Until you finally opened the door with a smile, looking at each other as you both started laughing

"You're so funny, you could've just woke me up"

"Yeah but you were so cute sleeping peacefully, I couldn't bare to wake you up" You said as you sat down next to her on the bed

She then suddenly jumped on you which caused you squeal in surprise as she hugged you tightly

"Now you can't leave my side"

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Iwao Oguro (Knuckleduster)

Coming Soon

[Summary] For some reason you a nurse nurse couldn't stop bumping into the vigilante to the point that a relationship form

Iwami Oguro (Knuckleduster)

(Fem! Iwao Oguro)

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Lighter

Coming soon

[Summary] you want just the best for them and believe that you're not as you didn't realize that they want you too

Will fill out the rest when I get close to this

Liora

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[no-name-omo]

Female

Kuin Hachisuka

Kazuho Haneyama (Pop☆Step)

Makoto Tsukauchi

Monika Kaniyashiki

Shoko Haimawari

Male

Iwao Oguro (Knuckleduster)

Koichi Haimawari (The Crawler)

Rokuro Nomura

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This is no request which I hope you don't mind but I literally feel so honored to actually inspire someone and man your wiring is phenomenal! ;)

I'm literally going cry (╥﹏╥) It has been my goal to actually inspire someone one day and I feel like I achieved this main goal of mine when I began writing and I want to say keep up to the amazing work!

You got this!

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What made you want to do writing

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Female

Hakua Igarashi

Kikoru Shinomiya

Konomi Okonogi

Mina Ashiro

Tae Nakanoshima

Male

Haruichi Izumo

Iharu Furuhashi

Kafka Hibino

Reno Ichikawa

Sōshirō Hoshina

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Grace, Belle, Burnice, and Yanagi's S/O is sad that they can't hold hands because they have two prosthetic arms and they comfort the S/O

[PART ONE] [PART TWO (coming soon)]

[A/N] I wrote this just as one character until I realized this is a multi character request so I made it long and then I realized I should probably keep the same energy so I wrote the two first characters is already pretty long so I'm doing this as a two-part and the next part are the other two characters 👍

[T/W] Blood / Broken bones / Losing limbs / emotional breakdown / grief (for your arms) / car accident / if there any other triggers I miss please say so

[Word Count] 4,100+ (Grace 1,900+ / Belle 2,200+)

[Summary] your girlfriend supports and comforts you as you cope with losing your arms and adjusting to prosthetics.

[Genre] Angst / Comfort / Relationship

[Pairing / Characters] Grace x gn reader / Belle x gn reader (Wise)

Grace Howard

Grace was there when it happened. The sound of the crane cable snapping was sharp, a mechanical failure she’d later analyze, but in that moment all she saw was the steel beam falling on you. You moved, just not fast enough. Not for your arms.

The impact was brutal, blood, bone, the horrifying silence that followed before your scream tore through it. Grace was on you in an instant, her gloves slick with red as she stabilized you, hands steady but her voice shaking in ways she wouldn't let herself acknowledge.

"You’re going to be okay," she repeated, not out of hope, but command. An order to the world. To herself. "Just stay with me. I can fix this. I will fix this." Her voice crack at the end of that sentence as you slipped into unconsciousness, Grace was already commanding for help, calculating what you’d need. While quietly falling apart behind the mask of precision as emergency services carry you away.

---

Grace sat wordlessly by your side in the hospital room, her posture unnaturally stiff, like she was holding herself together with the same tension that kept machines from falling apart. The sterile air buzzed with the low hum of life support systems, machines she trusted more than words.

She's already trying to figure a way to fix this. Mental blueprints. Replacement limb schematics. Full motor control, pressure sensitivity down to the minute detail. She had filled her mind with the work, with the project, because it was the only thing she knew how to do.

"I can build you arms," she said finally, voice soft but steady. "Better ones. Stronger. With tactile response. I'll make sure they feel like yours. Or as close as I can."

She paused. You didn't answer, not because you couldn't, but because your face said everything. The weight in your eyes. The way you wouldn't look at where your arms used to be, making an effort to only look at the ceiling as you lay on the hospital bed.

Grace looked, too. She didn't flinch. She never did. But something in her chest twisted all the same.

“I know... this isn’t what you need to hear right now... I'm sorry,” she said, quieter this time. “And maybe it’s selfish of me to jump to solutions. But I... I don’t know how else to help. You’re in pain, and all I can think to do is build something to fill the space.” She leaned forward, resting her forehead gently near your shoulder, not touching, but close. “I don’t understand,” she admitted. “But I understand you. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Your voice cracked as you finally whispered, “I don’t want better arms, Grace. I just want my arms back…”

She didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just listened.

“I know you’re trying. And I’m... I’m lucky you’re here. I just…” You swallowed hard. “Everything feels wrong.”

Grace lifted her head slightly, eyes locked on yours, her expression caught between heartbreak and resolve.

“Then I’ll help you figure it out,” she said softly. “One piece at a time.”

---

You reached out, the new arm responding with mechanical precision as your fingers curled around Grace’s hand. You felt it but not really. Pressure, Data, signals. A signal, not a sensation. Grace had explained it before: 'The sensory feedback system routes input to your brain. It’s not the same as your original arms, but the brain adapts. It accepts what it’s given.'

You stared at your hand in hers. You knew what was supposed to be there, heat, the soft give of skin, the subtle tremor of life but all you got was calibrated resistance. Just press. Just data. Just a signal.

She noticed your silence. She always did. “…It doesn’t feel real, does it?” she said quietly, her voice stripped of its usual aloofness. You shook your head slightly.

Grace didn’t look away. “I-I thought maybe if I gave you the best… it would help.” She hesitated, then added, “I know it’s not the same. And I hate that it’s not enough. I could give you pressure readings down to the single itch, but I can’t give you warmth. Not the kind you want.”

You looked at her again. She was still holding your hand, not moving, not flinching. Just there.

“I’ll keep working on it,” she said after a moment. Her voice was quieter now, almost vulnerable. “Not just the arms. On being someone who can help you feel again. However long that takes.”

---

It didn’t take much to break you that day. Not some dramatic trigger, not a deep cut to reopen the wound. Just a moment, just trying to button a shirt. The fabric kept slipping between the joints, the fingers too stiff, the sensitivity not quite right. You’d done it before. You’d been doing fine.

But not today, the button slipped again and something inside you snapped with it, you froze. The tremble started in your chest, rippling out through limbs you couldn’t feel. The arms weren’t even yours, not really. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want any of it.

You tried again, the sleeve caught, again. Your hand jerked, too much pressure. The button popped off and clattered across the floor. You let out a sound, half sob, half frustration and backed away, stumbling until your back hit the wall.

You slid down it, the arms hit the ground harder than they should have, you didn’t even care, you just sat there, breathing ragged, trying to keep it together and failing. Hot tears burned your eyes, and it was all too much, too heavy, Too loud.

You barely heard the door open. Barely saw Grace as she rushed in, eyes scanning until they landed on you.

“Hey-hey, no-” she dropped beside you instantly, skidding across the floor without hesitation.

She didn’t ask what happened. Didn’t ask why you were crying. She just reached out carefully, like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed.

But her voice cracked when she said, “I’m here, I’m here, okay? I’ve got you.”

You turned your face away, ashamed. But she didn’t pull back.

Her hands, calloused, warm, gently cupped the sides of your face, coaxing your gaze back to hers.

"You don't have to do this alone," she whispered, her voice raw. “I know it’s not fair. I know it hurts in ways I can’t fix, not with code, or wires, or pressure plates. But I’ll still be here.”

You clenched your jaw, a shaky breath rattling in your chest. “I can’t even feel anything, Grace…”

“I know,” she said softly, tears welling up in her own eyes. “But I can. And I feel it for both of us, alright? I will. Until you can again.”

She pulled you forward, wrapping her arms around you tightly. Not delicately. Not like you’d break. Like she was holding your pieces together herself. And in that warmth, in that trembling breath she let out against your shoulder, you finally let yourself fall apart.

Because she was there And she wasn't going anywhere.

---

Today, Grace seemed different, brighter. It was like her old usual energy, something close to excitement, and you realized how much you’d missed seeing her like this. Without warning, she grabbed your mechanical hand, fingers tightening just enough to trigger the pressure sensors.

“Come on,” she said, already pulling you along, words spilling out in a flurry of tactical jargon and tech specs you barely understood.

She’d clearly been working on something, something big but every time you asked, she brushed it off.

“Not yet,” she’d say, a little too quickly. That alone was strange; Grace never kept her projects secret from you.

And truthfully, some days she was barely around at all. locked away in her lab for hours, hyper-focused and unreachable, chasing whatever idea had taken hold of her.

You were used to it. That was just how she worked. But today wasn’t one of those days. You let her drag you along, half-listening to the blur of technical chatter, holding onto the rare moment where her hand in yours felt almost real.

She pulled you into her workshop, practically glowing with excitement, with that goofy, beaming smile lighting up her face. In the center of the room stood something tall, draped under a large blanket. It looked like a mannequin, but with Grace, guesses were always a gamble.

“What is it?” you asked, eyebrows raised. She didn’t answer, just gave you a look and yanked the blanket off.

Beneath it stood a mannequin fitted with a new pair of prosthetic arms, sleek, streamlined, and... beautiful. Your eyes widened. The surface was smooth, expertly crafted, and most surprising of all, the synthetic skin matched your tone perfectly. They looked like you. Not a weapon. Not a tool. Yours.

You stepped closer, reaching out to touch them. The design was cleaner than your current ones, lighter, more natural in shape. You could already tell she’d poured hours, maybe days, into every joint and fiber.

“You made these… for me?”

Grace didn’t say yes. She just tilted her head slightly, the corners of her mouth still curved in that rare smile. And knowing her, that was all the answer you needed.

Grace helped you remove your old mechanical arms, her touch careful and precise. As she guided the new ones into place, she spoke in the aloof manner not really noticing that you can't really understand what she's saying as you barely caught half of it and only understand a quarter of it.

Once they connected, it was like breathing again. The movement was smooth, fluent. Like the arms belonged. You opened your mouth to thank her, but before you could speak, she took your hand in hers.

And then... you felt it, Warmth, the subtle twitch in her pointer finger she never quite noticed. The soft pressure of her thumb against your knuckles.

Her.

She brought your hand to her cheek, eyes watching yours closely. And for the first time since the accident… it didn’t feel artificial. It didn’t feel like code or clean data or cold function.

It felt real, It felt like Grace, you didn’t say anything and neither did she.

Your hand stayed against her cheek, her skin warm beneath your new fingers actually warm. You could feel the faint twitch of her muscles, the subtle shift as she blinked, breathed, just existed against your touch.She leaned into it slightly, not a dramatic gesture, just enough to let you know it mattered, that you mattered.

The silence stretched, but it wasn’t heavy, It was fullof everything you didn’t need to say, of everything she already knew and for now, that was enough.

Belle

Belle got the call from the hospital. She was listed as your emergency contact. Her heart sank as the nurse explained: a drunk driver had run a red light and slammed into your car as you were passing through the intersection. You were in surgery now, critical condition, the odds weren’t good.

Belle rushed downstairs, tears already streaking down her face as she looked for Wise. The moment she saw him, she grabbed his arm, her voice shaking.

“Wise-It’s them. The hospital-car accident-I-” She couldn’t even finish. That was all he needed. “Got it,” he said, sharp and steady. “Go wait in the car.” He turned to the nearest agent without missing a beat. “You’re watching the store.”

By the time Wise slid into the driver’s seat, Belle was already in the passenger side, fists clenched tight in her lap, trying to hold herself together as they sped off.

---

The waiting room felt colder than it should’ve been. Belle sat on the edge of her chair, eyes locked on the floor, hands fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. The silence was unbearable, only the occasional murmur from the nurses' desk and the distant beep of monitors behind closed doors.

Wise sat next to her, quiet. He didn’t ask questions. Didn’t tell her to calm down. He just stayed there, solid, present like a wall she could lean on if she needed to fall apart.

“They didn’t say anything else,” Belle whispered, almost to herself. “Just that... they were in surgery. That the damage was bad.” Wise nodded once. “They’ll come talk to us soon.”

But the minutes dragged like hours. Belle hadn’t even realized her leg was shaking until Wise gently placed a hand over her knee not to stop it, just to remind her she wasn’t alone.

The sound of footsteps snapped Belle’s head up. A doctor stepped into the room, still in scrubs, his face unreadable but his eyes held weight.

“Are you here for…” he glanced at the clipboard, “the emergency case from the crash? Car struck at Lumina Square?” Belle was already on her feet. “Yes-yes, that’s them.” The doctor gave a short nod. “They made it through surgery. It was close, but they’re stable now.”

Belle’s breath caught. Relief hit so hard it nearly knocked her over, and she had to grab the back of the chair to steady herself.

“unfortunately we couldn't save their arms, they were too damaged” the doctor added gently. “But they’re alive. Unconscious, for now but vitals are holding steady. You’ll be able to see them soon.”

Belle didn’t move at first. She just stood there, silent, swallowing hard as tears welled again; this time not from fear, but something just a little softer.

Wise stood beside her and said quietly, “That’s the part that matters, right?” Belle nodded, voice barely audible. “Yeah… yeah, it is.”

---

You wake slowly. The first thing you notice is the numbness. Not just in your body but something deeper. Heavier. Like a silence inside you. You try to move your arms, instinct, habit but nothing happens. There’s no resistance. No sensation. Just a terrible, terrifying absence.

Your chest tightens and then you see her, Belle, sitting beside the bed, eyes red and swollen, shoulders hunched like she’s been holding herself together for too long. She notices the shift in your breathing, and her head snaps up like she’d been afraid she imagined you waking up.

Her breath catches. “Hey,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “You’re… you’re here.”

You want to answer. You want to reach for her, to do something, say something but you can’t. You just lie there, helpless, and that helplessness feels like it’s going to swallow you whole. Belle sees it hit you. She doesn't try to stop your reaction. She doesn’t shush you or tell you to be strong, Instead, she leans in, close but not touching, her expression soft and straining at the edges.

Your throat tightens, and when you finally manage to speak, it’s barely more than a whisper. “I don’t… I don’t feel anything.”

Your eyes sting, your chest rising with each shaky breath. “I can't- I-I.”

The words fall flat into the space between you, heavy and irreversible.

She doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak, not at first. But she stays. And though you can’t feel her not really, not anymore, she’s there. And for now, that’s just enough to keep you from disappearing into the emptiness and then, a barely audible:

“I’m here.”

---

You sit still, barely breathing, as they attach the new arms. There’s no pain, just a dull pressure, a weight settling into your shoulders as metal meets what’s left of you. Cold. Clinical. Functional. That’s all these arms are. No nerves, No feedback, No feeling, nothing

They move, sure. Fingers curl when you will them to. Elbows bend. Joints rotate smooth and silent. But they’re tools, nothing more. You don’t feel them, You don’t feel anything.

Belle stands nearby, quiet, watching. She doesn’t rush in. Doesn’t smile or try to fill the silence. Just stays close, steady like she’s afraid one wrong word might crack you open. You lift one of your new hands, just to see if you can. It responds immediately, perfectly engineered. You reach toward Belle, not even sure why.

She meets you halfway, placing her hand gently into yours. You can see it, her skin against yours, the softness of her palm, the warmth you remember. But there’s nothing. No sensation. Just pressure your brain doesn’t register.

You stare down at the place where her hand meets yours, and all you can say is “…I can’t feel you.” Belle’s breath stutters. “I know,” she says quietly. “I’m sorry.”

She doesn’t pull away. Instead, she laces her fingers through your metal ones, knowing you can’t feel it but hoping, maybe, it means something anyway.

“You’re still you,” she adds. “Even if the world feels colder now.”

You don’t answer. You just watch her thumb move over the back of your hand, even though you can’t feel a thing. And somehow, that hurts more than anything else.

---

You didn’t want to bother her. Belle was deep in her Proxy work as you could hear her speaking to the Cunning Hairs as she fired off callouts and directed movement with sharp focus, her brows furrowed in concentration. You watched her for a moment. The glow of the screen painted soft shadows across her face, her expression focused and determined.

You turned away back to your room, your room, Belle’s room, both of yours now. You closed the door behind you, not slamming it, not even fully shutting it. Just enough. Just so the sound wouldn’t carry. Just so no one would check. The light inside was soft, warm, but it didn’t comfort you. It just made your reflection in the mirror that much clearer. You stood in front of it, staring. The metal blended into your shoulders like something pretending to be a part of you. Something foreign, cold, too smooth.

Slowly, you reached for your shirt. Pulled it over your head. It clung for a second to the medal of your arms before falling away. You touched the release mechanism. First one click. Then another. The arms detached with a hiss, first your left, then your right and you let them rest on the table behind you with a dull, final third and then… silence.

You stood bare and still, staring at the hollow places where your arms used to be. Nothing left but scars and metal ports, skin stretched thin around what didn’t grow back. You hated looking, hated how small your shoulders felt without the arms. How your chest rose too sharply with each breath. How your reflection didn’t feel like you.

The ache wasn’t just phantom, it was memory. Of warmth, of touch, of being. And now, even the dull hum of the prosthetics was gone, and all that remained was the weight of your own grief, finally unhidden.

You sat down on the edge of the bed slowly, staring down at your knees. You leaned forward, head in what was left of your arms.

You didn’t cry, you didn’t need to you just… sat there. A long time. Until the quiet hurt more than it helped and then you heard it.

Soft footsteps.

You didn’t look up at first. Didn’t need to. You knew her walk, the rhythm of it, the way it changed when she was worried. There was no hesitation when she stepped into the room, no knock. Just quiet movement.

You flinched when you felt her touch, warm hands against your bare sides. You hadn’t even realized you were cold. She didn’t speak at first. Just lowered herself behind you and wrapped her arms gently around your waist, her cheek resting against your spine.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, not needing you to explain anything. “I should’ve come sooner.”

You didn’t have words yet. You didn’t turn to face her. But you leaned back, just enough that she could feel it. Just enough to tell her you didn’t want her to go so she held you tighter.

“We’ll get through this. I promise,” she whispered. You closed your eyes, and for the first time in what felt like hours, you exhaled.

You didn’t answer her right away. You just sat there, her arms around you, her voice still echoing in your chest. 'We’ll get through this. I promise.'

You nodded once, barely more than a breath of motion but she felt it. And that was enough.

Belle pressed a kiss to your shoulder, gentle and grounding. “Whenever you're ready,” she murmured. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

You might not be healed or whole but you are not alone as only two words left your mouth "...thank you"

---

It was raining not the dramatic kind of rain, no thunder, no lightning. Just a soft, lazy drizzle tapping against the windows, turning the world outside into a hazy watercolor. You sat near the window, wrapped in a blanket, your arms sitting detached on the nearby table. You hadn’t put them on today. Didn’t really feel like it. And Belle... she hadn’t made a big deal of it.

She just padded into the room wearing fuzzy socks and carrying two mugs, the smell of hot chocolate sweet and rich in the air.

“Okay, okay don’t get mad, but I might have gone overboard with the marshmallows,” she said, grinning as she set one mug on the table next to you. “Yours has a marshmallow heart. I spent like… five minutes trying to get it perfect. For aesthetic.”

You blinked. Looked at the cup. Then at her. “…I can’t drink it right now, Belle.”

She blinked, then let out a tiny, guilty laugh. “Oh, right. Right. Arms. Yep. My bad. I was too focused on marshmallow engineering.”

She flopped down beside you, leaned over, and tugged at the blanket wrapped around your shoulders and then without hesitation, shimmied under it with you.

“There. Blanket fort protocol initiated. Now it’s officially cozy.”

Her head rested lightly against your shoulder, warm and close.

“But hey, even if you can't hold it, the chocolate's here. I’m here. And it smells good, so that’s at least three senses we’ve got going.”

You snorted despite yourself, soft and tired. Belle glanced sideways at you, her voice a little gentler now.

“I know you’re not really in the mood for jokes. I just… didn’t want to leave you sitting here alone. That okay?”

You nodded, just a little. She scooted in closer under the blanket. “I know this sucks. You don’t have to pretend it doesn’t.”

Your chest tightened. You looked down at your lap; at where your arms should’ve been. “I don’t know how to feel normal like this.”

Belle bumped her forehead gently against yours. “Then we’ll make our own normal. Weird, marshmallow-filled, kinda-chaotic normal. Just... one day at a time.”

You breathed in slowly. The rain kept falling, soft and steady. Belle didn’t try to fill the silence anymore. She just stayed right there beside you, bright, warm, and real. And in that moment, the ache didn’t go away. But it didn’t feel quite so heavy either.

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Do people want My Hero Academia: Vigilantes fic?

I've been planning to get into it after the first season finished but I also noticed that there not that much of fic about so if anyone wants that I can put the fandom on the side until I get to it

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izuku midoriya

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[Summary] izuku has a friend who has an blood control quark

[genre] platonic / will add more when I get to this request [pairing / characters] izuku x m!reader

Izumi Midoriya

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Can you please do a Burnice and Caesar with an S/O Reader who is a new to the Sons of Calydon? Though obviously they expect you to know how to drive a motorcycle. The reader doesn’t know hence why they’re teaching them.

[A/N] I think I made Caesar's loner

[Summary] your girlfriend convinces you to join the son of caledon a biker gang but there is just one problem you don't know how to ride a motorbike

[Pairing / Characters] Burnice x reader / Caesar x reader (The Son Of Caledon)

Burnice White

You’ve been dating your girlfriend Burnice for a while now, and things have been great. She’s affectionate, open with her emotions, and always lights up when she sees you. Lately, though, she’s been pushing for something more she wants to introduce you to her gang, the Sons of Calydon, and even more than that, she wants you to join them. At first, the idea of joining a gang didn’t sit right with you. It wasn't exactly your scene. But after some 'convincing' and Burnice’s unique way of getting under your skin; you started to come around to the idea.

Burnice, your lovable fireball finally introduced you to the Sons of Calydon. The way her face lit up with pure excitement, practically glowing as she clung to your arm, said more than words ever could. It was obvious to everyone around. They’d already suspected she was seeing someone, and by the time she even opened her mouth, they had already put two and two together.

And finally she mentioned that she was hoping you might be able to join them, too. After a stretch of lively persuasion, mostly directed at Lucy, who folded her arms and arched a skeptical brow and an equally doubtful Lighter, but the idea finally began to take root. Caesar, for her part, embraced it with open arms, clapping you on the back and declaring that a new voice meant new adventures and better stories. And Burnice? She practically buzz with delight, her ember-bright eyes dancing at the thought of you becoming part of the gang. There was just one little thing you’d forgotten joining the Sons of Calydon meant you’d have to ride a motorcycle. And the problem? You didn’t know how. After a great chat with the crew, full of laughs (awkward laughter for you and internally screaming), you pulled Burnice aside and admitted it.

Burnice blinked at you for a second, then burst out laughing, not in a mean way, but in that bright, infectious way that made it impossible to actually be mad at her. “Wait, wait, you mean to tell me you were ready to ride with us and you don’t even know how to ride a bike?” You scratched the back of your head, trying not to look too sheepish as you admit that you kind of forgot that step. She grinned wide, her eyes flickering like tiny flames. “Oh, babe, that’s adorable,” she teased, nudging your shoulder. “Guess I’ve got a new excuse to spend more time with you, huh?” Then she grabbed your hand, already buzzing with excitement. “Come on. We’re fixing that. I’m not letting my partner be the only one on foot when the engines roar.”

The sun was dipping low over the edge of the Hollows, casting long shadows across the makeshift lot behind the Sons of Calydon’s hangout spot. Burnice stood beside her bike, sleek, loud, and just a little terrifying. Hands on her hips and a grin tugging at her lips. "Alright, rookie," she said, tossing you a helmet. "Time to see if you’ve got what it takes to ride with the big dogs." You caught it clumsily, trying not to look nervous as you questioned her if this was safe. She snorted, already walking over to adjust the seat. “Please. If I can teach Lighter how to fix a engine without setting it on fire, I can teach you to ride.”

The first attempt was... rough. You lurched forward, stalled out twice, and nearly tipped the bike trying to turn. But Burnice was patient, in her own Burnice way. “Okay, that was awful,” she said, grinning as she jogged to where you’d skidded to a stop. “But you didn’t die, so we’re callin’ it a win.” By the end of the afternoon, your hands were sore, your legs ached, and your nerves were fried. But when you finally managed to keep the bike steady and coast a short distance, Burnice whooped like you’d just won a race. She jogged over, threw her arms around your shoulders, and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Told you I could teach you. Now you’re one of us, for real.” You looked at her, panting, shaking a little, but smiling.

Caesar King

You’ve been dating Caesar for a while now, and it’s been quietly wonderful, she is surprisingly more shy when it comes to love. She shows her affection in small, thoughtful ways, fixing your collar without a word, slipping your favorite snack into your bag like it just ended up there, letting her hand brush against yours when she thinks no one’s paying attention. She’s protective too, not in a loud or showy way, but in that steady, quiet “I’ve got you” kind of way. She doesn’t talk about her feelings often, she gets a little flustered when she tries but when she does, it’s with a shy glance and a soft smile that lingers, the kind that stays with you long after she’s gone back to pretending it never happened.

Caesar never hid your relationship. The Sons of Calydon all knew about you, how could they not, with the way she’d drop your name in conversations. She wasn’t ashamed, of course not. If anything, she seemed quietly proud, like having you in her life was a well-earned luxury she didn’t mind showing off. So when you finally told her you wanted to meet the rest of her gang, she raised an amused brow and smirked.

Finally, Caesar introduced you to the Sons of Calydon. They were all curious about you, not in a negative or suspicious way, just the natural kind of curiosity that came with being the person who was dating the leader of the Sons of Calydon. No one questioned her judgment; they knew better than that. The introductions went smoothly, the atmosphere warm and easy, until Caesar, without warning, announced that you would be joining the Sons. It came out of nowhere, slipped in so effortlessly that it took a moment to register. You hadn’t agreed to anything like that or even discussed it. You didn’t really mind the idea. After all, with how often Caesar talked about the Sons of Calydon, you’d come to learn they weren’t just a biker gang. They were a community, a group that genuinely looked out for the people in the Outer Ring. That part you respected. The real problem was that you didn’t know how to ride a motorcycle.

After the warm conversations and easy laughter with the crew, you pulled Caesar aside to talk about her sudden announcement. She was genuinely surprised. She honestly thought she’d mentioned it, thought you had agreed already. It wasn’t malicious, just a mix-up wrapped in her eagerness. She simply wanted her partner by her side, and for a brief moment, her usually composed demeanor cracked into something softer, almost bashful even. It was so unexpectedly cute that any frustration you might have felt faded away. Then you admitted it... you didn’t know how to ride.

She paused for a moment, clearly caught off guard by your confession. Then a soft smile tugged at her lips, not mocking, just quietly amused. “You don’t know how to ride?” she asked, voice light with curiosity rather than judgment. You nodded, a bit sheepish, and half-expected her to poke fun. But she didn’t. Instead, she stepped in a little closer, her tone softening, a flicker of hesitation behind her usual calm. “I really thought I told you,” she said, her voice quieter now, eyes searching yours. “Guess I got ahead of myself. Just wanted you close. Wanted us to be in this together.” Her fingers brushed your sleeve, slow and uncertain, like she needed to feel you were really there. After a moment, she smiled again, this time with a playful glint, but there was a subtle pink in her cheeks she wasn’t quite hiding. “Well, good thing I’m an excellent teacher. You’ll learn. I’ll make sure of it.” There was a quiet promise in her voice, not just about the bike, but about her staying with you, guiding you through it. Then she glanced at you from the corner of her eye, just a little shy now, and added, “And I have to admit… the idea of you learning with your arms around me? Not a terrible thought.”

Later that day, you found yourself standing in one of the open lots near the Sons of Calydon’s garage. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the area. It was just you, Caesar, and the sleek black-gold-and-red bike she had rolled out like it was something sacred. She stood beside it, arms crossed loosely, watching you with a calm expression that didn’t quite hide her curiosity. Not judging, just observing, like she was quietly sizing up the moment and you along with it. “You’re tense,” she said, walking over and placing a hand on your shoulder. Her touch was gentle, a quiet reassurance. “Loosen up. The bike isn’t going to bite. Unless you’re reckless. Then maybe.” You gave her a look, and she smiled, amused, then reached out and guided your hand to the handlebar. “Grip here, lightly. You don’t need to strangle it,” she said, her voice calm and instructional but touched with a softer edge. “It’s not about overpowering the machine. It’s about feeling it. Let it move with you.” She swung a leg over and settled onto the seat behind you. The motion was practiced, but her closeness this time felt more careful than casual. Her arms slid around yours, guiding your hands again, her breath just brushing your ear. “You have to brake carefully. The one on the left will slow you down, but the one on the right is trickier. I recommend using only two fingers. Even a light grip can make you unsteady.”

You tried to stay focused on her instructions, but her presence made that hard. Her voice was steady, but there was something gentler in it now. She wasn’t just teaching. She was watching how you reacted, making sure you were comfortable. When she finished explaining the basics, she leaned in a little more. “Still nervous?” You gave a small nod. Her smile returned, faintly crooked but full of quiet understanding. “Good. Means you’ll respect the ride.” Riding the bike wasn’t the only thing making you nervous, but you didn’t say that out loud. Then she turned the key in the ignition. The engine rumbled to life beneath you both. The vibration, the warmth of her behind you, and the closeness of her voice made the moment feel personal. This wasn’t just about learning to ride. It was about doing it with her. And that made all the difference. “Ready?” she asked. You nodded again, this time with a little more certainty.

[no-name-omo]

Grace Howard

[Summary] your girlfriend supports and comforts you as you cope with losing your arms and adjusting to prosthetics.

[T/W] Blood / Broken bones / Losing limbs / emotional breakdown / grief (for your arms) / car accident

[genre] Angst / Comfort / Relationship [pairing / characters] Grace x gn reader / Belle x gn reader (Wise)

[no-name-omo]

Burnice White

[Summary] your girlfriend convinces you to join the son of caledon a biker gang but there is just one problem you don't know how to ride a motorbike

[genre] Fluff / Relationship [pairing / characters] Caesar x gn reader / Burnice x gn reader (son of caledon gang)

COMING SOON

[Summary] your girlfriend supports and comforts you as you cope with losing your arms and adjusting to prosthetics.

[genre] Angst / Comfort / Relationship [pairing / characters] Grace x gn reader / Belle x gn reader / Burnice x gn reader / Yanagi x gn reader