#gamma 1 x reader

[helloiamadrawer]

Helloooo!! I know your requests are closed but when you’re available if you decide to do this idea, take your time love. 🙏

Do how would the Gammas react to the reader being on her period? You can include Hedo in the headcannons btw!!

Oh wow never thought I would get any request for the Gammas oh well here goes no proofread we die like men!

The Gammas when..the reader gets their period 🩸

Gamma 1

He's aware of it, being the smart and stoic one he has a secret caring side when it comes to your...cycle.

He's done research about it and gets all the essentials needed for you to push through your bleeding, cramps, pain, etc.

When it comes to the moodiness, he just keeps his distance, then maybe an hour later he comes in to check on you with a couple chocolates and midol in hand

Kinda weird to say but Gamma 1 being the sturdy android he is, does NOT like the sight of blood so when you had it the first time when you two were together, he thought you were bleeding out/dying but he knew better to look it up first than to act out and be dramatic (unlike ANOTHER android)

Sex is a no go when you're on your period and Gamma 1 is just too concerned he might break you since you are more sensitive. Yes, he found that out by Gamma 2 go fig lol.

10/10 caretaker/security guard

Gamma 2

My God he thought you were D Y I N G

Picks you up in his arms and runs straight to Dr. Hedo's office

Minutes of dramaticness later, Hedo says that you're just ovulating.

"What's that?"

Hedo on the inside rn:

"She's on her period, she's not dying." Hedo says while not trying to facepalm himself

Cue Gamma 2 raiding the whole pad aisle in the store, comes back and says, "I didn't know what size to get so I got you all of them."

He's trying his best for a first timer give him some credit lmao but he gets the routine down pretty quickly ofc with a lil help from Gamma 1

Runs a nice warm bath with a lot of bubbles (I can imagine him trying to make you laugh by saying something he saw online like "welcome to bath and body works" 😂 whilst being buried by all the bubbles)

reference here (it's from vine)

after that you two cuddle up in some blankets and have a movie marathon until either of you fall asleep :)

[lady-eris]

this one is a angst one :,D

how about gamma 1 & 2(separately) x dying/dead reader?

I love this ask : )

Tw: Death, angst, hinted Suicide in Gamma 2? (Like in the movie)

Gamma 1 (Dying reader-Poisoned?)

Sirens blared as he quickly rushed towards one of the rooms, the smell of smoke was evident as many of the workers here ran the opposite direction as he had. "What's the situation?" Gamma 1 asked on his coms, however he was convinced whatever it was he could handle it. He frowned at the fact, the only response was Static.

His boots slid to a stop an irritating noise following soon after. Red coloured smoke? it leaked out the room the explosion had come from. He opened the door carefully, stepping inside shutting it. Scanning the area, he picked up a life signal which had been faint.

"what happened over here- Lemon shark?!" He asked finally spotting you laying against the wall. You looked like a mess, blood dripping from your nose and mouth. Your clothes had been the opposite of clean and straighten. Wrinkled like a pugs face, and covered with chemical burns that, had managed to eat away at your clothes and began to burn your skin. The edge of your eyes had black like veins protruding from them.

"It hurts" You cried in poor agony, coughing up blood. Gamma 1 quickly shushed you, a look of pure terror on his face.

"I'm scared, You won't leave right?" You asked with a pleading tone. Gamma 1 stiffened under your grip. "No, I'll stay with you My lemon shark" Gamma 1 replied, kissing your forehead.

Gamma 2 (Dead reader-Cell fight)

He was the hero, a classic like in the comics. Powerful, heroic, loyal. like all hero's he had a love interest, that had been you. You were his calm to his storm. however like most heroes, there's always some suffering they would have to endure. and you were his suffering.

your body laid in his arms, Your head swung back. Eyes wide, unblinking. Gamma 2 screams of anguish could be heard for miles and miles. Even with the fight of Cell Max in the background, everyone could hear Gamma 2 despair as he wepted, pleading and begging for them to wake up. However no one heard his calls. His abnormally bright clothes had began to be stained with scarlet. Proof that he had been unable to save the very person he swore to protect.

His voice soon grew quiet, as he swore he'd kill the thing that had destroyed you. He'd kill Cell Max, and join you in the afterlife. He laid your body a fair distance away from the fight, hesitantly he got up placing a flower in your hand and kissing your cold lips.

He flew up in the sky, a look of wrath on his face. That thing had destroyed you, so in return he would destroy it.

[bones4thecats]

Dragon Ball: Super Hero × S/O ; Prompt

Characters: Gamma 1, Gamma 2, and Piccolo Inspired By: Random idea... I guess? A/N: This took a while to write (like three days max) but it was totally worth it. Hope you guys like it! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: FLUFFY BRAIN-ROT ⚠️

Disclaimer: Person A -> G.1 S/O & Piccolo / Person B -> G.2 S/O

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╚═════ Gamma 1 ══════════════════════════════╝

🦈 The sound of metallic footsteps made the silent Red Ribbon Army Headquarters bearable to walk around without any fear of a cricket chirping out of nowhere. Not that many members of the re-made group feared much

🦈 Gamma 1 strutted around in search of a specific member of the Army, his S/O. They said they would be coming back by 16:00, or 4:00 pm, from shopping for some things that Dr. Hedo needed for a new experiment. Well, that and some things to spoil the young genius with

🦈 He blinked calmly as he approached their door. The symbols that his S/O had drawn laid popping on the wood. While Commander Magenta wasn't fond of the random drawings around, he had to accept it. Y/N was of amazing use to the Red Ribbon Army, after all

🦈 The door opened as Gamma 1 twisted the handle and pushed it inside. The first thing that caught the Android's eyes was his S/O laying on the bed, knees bent on the side of the mattress while their arms did the same on the opposite side

🦈 You groaned dramatically as Gamma 1 cocked an 'eyebrow', wondering what you were doing laying on your bed in such a way. While you normally did sit or lay in unique manners, this was one of the most unique ones yet for your boyfriend

"Love? Why are you laying down in such a way?" He asked.

🦈 Sitting up as you looked at your boyfriend, he noticed a glaring difference on you. Your face had a slight bruise on the cheek, specifically your right one, which Gamma 1 would plant kisses on daily

"You can't kiss my cheek anymore because even the slightest touch makes it practically stab me in the face with pain. This is what it must feel like to be deprived of everything without consent..." You griped as you buried your face into a nearby pillow.

"Why would you think I wouldn't give you a kiss on the cheek anymore?"

"Like I said!" You drawled. "My bruise is trying to murder me!"

🦈 Gamma 1 sighed, you were always a hint dramatic. It wasn't horrible to the point of sabotaging any relationships you had, but it wasn't the best thing to occur when it came out. Normally having it result in your boyfriend carrying you around in his arms or just holding you as you ranted

🦈 Walking to the top of your bed, Gamma 1 reached and delicately pulled the pillow out from your grasp. It was obvious that you had been crying, as your eyes were puffier with the light now hitting them better

"Sit up." He said, making you shuffle upwards to make room for your boyfriend.

🦈 Thankfully, Dr. Hedo had made beds that sustained the weight of both of the Android twins at once, so you didn't have to worry about any incident when laying down together

"Go ahead and lay down," he continued, "and tell me about the rest of your day. Specifically how that bruise occurred."

🦈 You sighed dramatically with your hand over your head, acting like you were in a drama-centered theater production, and began to rant about your day, from going to the store, being hit in the head by a ball some kids threw accidentally, to having to practically force Dr. Hedo into eating something real quick

🦈 Gamma 1 smiled, his metal-cheeks just barely twitching upwards as you acted out. While many would find this quality annoying, Gamma 1 adored it about you. You were different. He liked that.

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╚═════ Gamma 2 ══════════════════════════════╝

🐳 You were used to your boyfriend, Gamma 2, being a complete idiot. His cockiness usually got ahead of him, resulting in some unfavorable situations to be made

🐳 Gamma 2 was not only having a bad day, but he hadn't been able to see his S/O in over 36 hours! You had been sent out by Commander Magenta to grab some paperwork to sign off a deal with another company and hadn't returned from your miles-long journey to-and-from

🐳 He crashed onto the chair, his feet raising and hitting the ground, making a loud bang echo in the building. The passing soldiers just shrugged and continued on their shifts, weapons raised and guards up

🐳 Gamma 2 groaned as he shifted, trying to bring his knees up to his face to bury into, and it was not going as he planned

🐳 As he kept shifting and trying to bring his knees up into the chair, it was so small that it wouldn't allow anymore room for his feet to rest, which was starting to annoy the powerful-Android

🐳 All of a sudden, the door nearby opened, revealing your form there. Your stoic expression calming Gamma 2 down and making him jump up and fly into you at full-speed

🐳 When he hit your frame to hug you, you mentally thanked Dr. Hedo for adding some enhancements onto your form. He knew that Gamma 2 was an excited fellow and he wanted you to be safe from any kind of danger you faced. You were like the new Android 17 and 18

🐳 Your hair flew back from the pressure of the air before falling back down on your back. Gamma 2 just smiled and clung to your body, asking how you were and how much he missed you

🐳 Blinking as he emphasized his last couple days, you mentally looked a lot differently than you did on the outside. While anyone who passed would've guessed that you were annoyed, a select few (Dr. Hedo and Gamma 1), would know that you were happy to be near your boyfriend

"-And I swear, if I have to listen to another documentary without you suffering by me, I may just combust!"

"Is that so?"

"YEAH!"

🐳 Sitting down in a nearby chair while the Android burrowed his face into your stomach while sitting on the floor, you continued to listen to his dramatic rambles. You could sit here forever listening to his adorable speeches...

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🪺 Piccolo trained and meditated all day, when he wasn't watching Pan with you that is

🪺 Your boyfriend and you normally would just sit down and do whatever you wanted. You normally watched something on your phone while Piccolo just meditated, he enjoyed these moments with you dearly

🪺 But the moments you held deeper was when you could finally get underneath his grumpy-exterior

🪺 Take the other day for example. You had a crap day, coming home from dealing with Bulma and Vegeta's aggression for nearly four hours in a 'therapy session'

🪺 You closed the door behind you with your foot and stumbled into the living room, plopping your bag down on the ground next to you as your legs gave out and you collapsed onto the soft sofa that you got for you, Pan, and Piccolo to rest on when babysitting

🪺 The yells of the husband and wife made you groan and try thinking of something else, ranging from the fight you had against Frieza on Old Namek years ago to the newer fight there was against almost every other universe in existence

🪺 Piccolo then walked inside from the backdoor, his larger form caused larger-sounding steps. So, when he took his first plunge into the home, you knew it couldn't possibly be anyone else except for your Namekian lover

🪺 The Namekian stepped inside from the kitchen and he paused when catching sight of you laying face-first into the cushions. He knew what was up, you had been hired by Bulma to help her and Vegeta handle some anger-issues, and even he knew how bad that could be

🪺 You at first pushed it off like nothing, saying you'd be fine and that it'd be nice to hang around your two old friends. Oh, how wrong you must've been...

"Y/N? Are you alright?" He only heard the muffling of your voice coming from the pillows in a reply.

"Lift your head up. I can't understand you when your burying your face six-feet-deep into the cushions of our couch."

🪺 Pulling yourself up from the softer-materials, you looked at Piccolo and groaned, flopping back on the back of the couch that time before ranting about your day

🪺 Piccolo sat down beside you as you spoke. This ranged from how idiotic it was for the married couple of more than 10 years to argue in such a constant manner. Especially when it would seemingly die out and when one person said another word, it'd go right back up in flames

🪺 As your dramatics increased, Piccolo just watched and listened. His large ears slightly twitched as you swapped from acting like Vegeta in the situation to acting like Bulma. Heck, you even put on a blue hat to be the woman and then picked up a nearby large hunk of broccoli to act like the male

🪺 With anyone else, Piccolo would be annoyed and just interrupt with his opinions on the matter. But this wasn't anyone else, this was you. You were his chosen one. You were his one and only, no matter how long either of you lived to be

🪺 So, for now, he'd let you have your fun while he had his

[jjwolves]

any idea for romantic headcanons with ENA and reader who partakes in her dancing habits? AKA me and my girlfriend who pulls me in for a waltzing business pitch against the world

PARACUSIA ⊹︵︵︵ ⊹ 𝄞 ⊹ ︵︵︵ ⊹

What: ENA the Worker X Reader Who Dances with Her

Who: ENA the Worker from ENA Dream BBQ (By Joel G)

How Much: ~1100 Words, ~5 Mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G, Divider -> @saradika-graphics

Warnings: None

ENA is a creature of motion. Words you'd find scribbled across her portfolio include "walking", "running", "jumping", "vaulting" and "crawling", but "dancing" would be the thing to top off the list. Any motion of mind or conversation requires a miniature acknowledgement in the form of an idle waltz. You once said that ENA's movements were hypnotizing. Her little dance sped up. "It's important to keep a full range of motion in your shaking hand. Who knows when one must limber up for business?" She didn't outright say it, but you could tell that she liked when she was seen by you. It was like you were browsing the dusty shelves of her composition and picked out a book to read. Most would put it right back after they saw the cover. It all worked out, though, because if she wanted to spill her words onto anyone, it'd be you. Imagine her delight, then, when you became her mirror! A spin from her meant a spin from you, like the planets if they still existed. When she realized you were copying her (it took her long enough), her eyes took on an amused gleam that was rare to see on her face. "Hmm... Being my doppelganger is no easy task, but you seem enthusiastic to start. You're hired! Thank you for applying."

You don't even mean to sometimes, but ENA's force of personality is like a randrop falling into a puddle--it creates ripples. You often find yourselves accidentally dancing in tandem, ENA pirouetting while you dribble an invisible basketball. Sometimes, ENA twirls to you with a business plan in mind and joins your groove, facing you while saying, "Ahh, so this is your employee ID. It's very you." A squeak from her shoe. "And if this dance is truly yours, I wouldn't mind being subsumed by its rhythm. It's the most practical-emotional-rational decision." You playfully pantomime a dunk on ENA, to which she freezes in place and tries to use an announcer voice. And, for a second, actually turns into an announcer, wholesale. "SCORE! K.O.!"

ENA starts a habit where her head stops moving once your dance begins, idly observing while her body carries on with its movements. Once you two are alone, you ask her what she's watching for. "Market research. I'm inventing a new way for you to sell yourself." An arm raises and passes her face, dominance now swapped. "NOW DO THE DANCE AGAIN! IT'S IMPORTANT!" You oblige, albeit a bit nervously. ENA begins using her gritty voice to aggressively hum a corporate jingle she came up with for your dance. Then, a swing. Her voice pitches oddly and speeds up the jingle. You dance faster, ending with heavy breaths once the song is over again. You look to ENA, who's sternly judging your stamina with crossed arms. Meanie opens her mouth to play a chirp, a mere 1-second blip of the former jingle which was now sped up by 20,000 times. You said that was cheating. "NOOOOO! You should've read the manual, then! All's fair in love in war; it's spelled out for simpletons like you on page Gamma! Wooooorm!"

Most entities seem to mind their own business, hardly even sparing a second glance at the bizarre choreography shared by you and ENA. They've seen weirder, usually--or are weirder. But that isn't the case for all of them. You and ENA dance in eachother's arms strangely while working in the Hub. It's like your own secret language of affection. ENA dips you, and you spin her around. You link arms and skip circles around eachother. She stands behind you and pretends to be a blood lake wave while you pantomime hitting a beach ball. You shuffle and swing your arms from side to side as ENA's limps separate and float rhythmically around you to match certain parts of the dance. In one of your dances, she simply holds your hands and leans into you so far that you end up bending backwards. It's a romantic thumbprint that stamps the memory of anybody who happens to remember an event where they bumped into you two. Froggy can't stand it, blushing anytime he enters the Hub and finds you two dancing away, keeping a costumed hand over his face as he tries to soft-confront his fellow employees. "ENA! Do you have any idea how unprofessional you're being?! Knock it off with the premeditated dismays of attention already. You're making everyone uncomfortable." "Do you have any idea how irritating your croaking is?! Go find some other party to watch through the window!" ENA's aggressive protection of your routine makes Froggy instantly turn around and walk in the other direction as she continues to hurl expletives at him. Dratula, too, is revolted by your affectionate dance numbers. "My eyesss!!! Not the dance of love!!" You two lean in to rub noses. Dratula's note-face bursts into flames and Froggy panics uselessly as he rolls around on the ground to put it out.

Sometimes you and your coworkers go for drinks. Sometimes you go for gulps. Tonight was one of those nights. Head buzzing, you and ENA got up on the bamboo stage at the front of the bar and began dancing hand in hand, pumping your legs in time to the ambient music riding on the living wind. "Ha ha ha! You're networking so well! Free seminars for everyone!" Froggy put his head in his hands and groaned. He looked surprised, too, when some of his coworkers left their seats to go get on the stage and join your number. "What is happening?" By the end of the night, you could rightfully brag to just about anyone that you had gotten the one and only Dratula to join you and your girlfriend in swing. Once the celebration was over, you and ENA stumbled down reception hall together, the fizzy liquid having affected you a little harder. "Ha ha! Ha. I, eh, have a performance review for ya." Woozily, you asked the girl holding you up how well you did. She held your hand like she had done for every dance before and kissed you. The next thing you knew, her hat was on your head. "The, uh, look suits you well, eheh." And so, you and the bi-colored girl stumbled home, an eternal waltz hand in hand to return tomorrow.

[thedemoninme141]

The Maiden Of Death Part 2

Summary: You finally needed Wednesday for something and she learns some interesting things about you in exchange and yet she wants to know more.

Part 1 -- Part 2-- Part 3- Part 4--Part 5

Pairings: Wednesday x Female reader. Wordcount: 5.8K-ish Warnings: Nothing Really? I guess roles reversed by Wednesday getting her feelings hurt just a tiny bit so a little angst?

The walk back from the bus station was a quiet one. Even Enid, who could usually fill any void with her endless chatter, seemed reluctant to speak. She kept glancing at you nervously, as though unsure whether to say something or not. Eugene walked close to her, shielding himself behind her as if you were radiating gamma rays.

You didn’t so much as glance back at the others, walking as if you were alone in the world.

Wednesday lagged behind slightly, her dark eyes fixed on you. Questions churned in her mind, but she knew that asking them outright would show her curiosity. And she would never, under any circumstances, let you know how deeply you intrigued her.

Still, the scene from earlier refused to leave her mind. The way you had dismantled those boys, it wasn’t just violence. It was precision, efficiency, calculated as if you had done this hundreds of times before.

But what stuck out the most was what she didn’t see. You hadn’t conjured any weapons. You hadn’t used whatever strange ability had allowed you to summon a parrying knife in the library.

Why?

The question burned at the edges of her thoughts. She tried to dismiss it at first, reasoning that it was none of her concern. But the more she tried to push it away, the more it consumed her. If you could summon a weapon in an instant, why bother with a bat and a chain? Why risk getting your hands dirty when you didn’t have to?

Without realizing it, she had quickened her pace and was now walking beside you. Your focus was still straight ahead as if you knew Wednesday is going to ask something.

The quiet stretched between you two, until Wednesday broke it.

“Why didn’t you just conjure a weapon?”

The question was direct, delivered with her usual bluntness.

You didn’t respond. You didn’t even glance her way.

Wednesday’s irritation flared. “It would have been faster. Cleaner. More effective.”

Still, you said nothing.

Enid and Eugene exchanged worried glances behind you. They really don't want to be caught between crossfire.

“Are you going to ignore me?” Wednesday pressed.

You finally stopped walking. Turning slightly, you met her gaze with a calmness that bordered on unsettling. For a moment, Wednesday thought you might ignore her again. But then, in a voice devoid of emotion, you said, “I can conjure weapons that I’ve… earned. Weapons that have accepted me. All of them are lethal.”

You didn’t elaborate. You didn’t explain. You simply turned and continued walking, leaving her standing there with more questions than answers.

Wednesday followed in silence, her mind racing. What did you mean by “earned”? And what exactly did a weapon have to do to “accept” someone?

She wanted to push further, to demand an explanation, but she stopped herself. It wasn’t hesitation, she told herself. It was strategy. She would learn the truth eventually, there was no need to rush.

But as she watched you walking ahead, your shoulders relaxed, your posture indifferent, Wednesday couldn’t shake the feeling that you were hiding something. Something deeper. Darker.

You were a puzzle, and Wednesday Addams would solve you.

No one exchanged a word until the four of you reached the main building. You walked away from the group without so much as a glance back. No goodbye, no acknowledgment of the people who had trailed after you all day.

Enid watched you go, a small frown tugging at her lips. “She could’ve at least said bye,” Enid sighed and nudged Wednesday. “C’mon, let’s go. I’m exhausted, and you’ve probably got some brooding to do or whatever.”

They walked in silence back to their shared dorm room. Enid occasionally glanced at Wednesday, her lips twitching as if she wanted to say something but thought better of it.

When they finally reached their room, Enid flopped onto her bed with a dramatic groan.

“I don’t even know where to start,” she said, stretching her arms above her head. “Y/N is just… wow. She’s like… you but not you. Does that make sense?”

Wednesday didn’t respond. She was already at her desk, pulling out a book and flipping it open. But despite her best efforts, the words on the page blurred together, her focus slipping.

“She’s so quiet,” Enid continued, propping herself up on her elbows. “Like, quieter than you, and I didn’t think that was possible."

Wednesday’s fingers tightened around the edge of her book.

“Did you see how she looked at those guys? Like they were… I don’t know, bugs or something. And then wham! Down they went. I mean, I get it, they deserved it, but still.”

“She handled it,” Wednesday said finally, her voice flat.

Enid rolled her eyes. “Yeah, she handled it, but it was… intense. And you don’t think I didn’t notice you staring the whole time."

“I wasn’t staring,” Wednesday snapped, her tone defensive.

Enid smirked, sitting up fully now. “Oh, you were staring. I don’t blame you, though. She’s… interesting. In a creepy, mysterious way. I mean, you two could totally be related or something. Have you asked your parents if you lost a twin or something?"

Wednesday ignored her, her eyes fixed on the pages of her book, though she hadn’t absorbed a single word.

The truth was, Enid wasn’t entirely wrong. You were interesting, irritatingly so. You were like a distorted mirror image of her, similar in some ways but fundamentally different in others. The quiet, the detachment, the sharpness, it all felt too familiar and yet so different.

As the night wore on, Enid sat cross-legged on her bed with her laptop, scrolling through social media and occasionally humming under her breath. Wednesday remained at her desk, engrossed in her book, though her thoughts strayed far from the text.

“Huh,” Enid said suddenly, breaking the silence.

“What?” Wednesday asked without looking up.

“Of course Y/N doesn’t have anything social. Can’t find her anywhere.” Enid frowned at her screen, scrolling furiously. “No Instagram, no Snapchat. It’s like she doesn’t exist. Does she even have a phone?”

“Maybe she doesn't want to be a slave to modern technology either,” Wednesday said coolly, though the revelation piqued her interest. "And why are you so concerned with finding her online?”

“Why are you so concerned with finding her online?” “Because I wanted to write a blog post about her!!!” Enid said, her eyes wide with excitement. “And, don’t you want to know more about her? Where she’s from? Why she’s here? What her deal is?”

Of course Wednesday wanted to know. She just wasn’t about to admit that to Enid.

Instead, she closed her book with a deliberate snap and said, “If she wanted us to know, she would have told us.”

“Or maybe she’s waiting for someone to ask her,” Enid countered.

Wednesday didn’t reply. For a moment, she let herself imagine what it would be like to ask you. How she would ask you. The thought annoyed her. She wasn’t supposed to care about such things. And yet, here she was, her mind tangled up in questions about you, questions she didn’t know how to ask, questions she wasn’t even sure you’d answer.

The calculated knocks startled neither of them, it was gentle but deliberate, three slow raps against the wood. Enid glanced up first. “Uh, I'll go get it.”

She hopped up and padded to the door, opening it cautiously. Her eyes widened when she saw you standing there, hands tucked into the pockets of your black hoodie.

“Is she here?” you asked.

Enid blinked, clearly surprised, before nodding and stepping aside, opening the door wider. Wednesday finally turned in her seat, and there you stood… you didn’t step in.

Wednesday’s dark eyes narrowed, reading your body language in an instant. You wanted to speak to her, but not here, not with Enid present. She closed her book before standing and as she passed Enid, she motioned with a small, firm gesture for her roommate to stay inside and close the door.

She stepped out into the hall, brushing past you with just enough space to show her own sense of control. You didn’t flinch. You didn’t even seem fazed as Enid let out a defeated sigh and shut the door behind them.

The hall was empty, silent. You didn’t waste time. “There’s another library in Nevermore.” It wasn’t a question. “Where is it?”

The Nightshade Library. Hidden deep within Nevermore, its entrance disguised behind one of the worst puzzles she has ever solved, "Snap twice", Couldn't they make it a bit more challenging?

“Why do you think I would know where it is?” she asked, her tone carefully neutral.

You tilted your head slightly, as if evaluating her. “Because if anyone knows, it’s you.”

The faintest flicker of satisfaction crossed Wednesday’s face. She liked being recognized for her intellect, especially by you.... wait what?

“And if I did know?” she countered. “Why would I share that information with you?”

You didn’t answer immediately. Instead, you leaned against the wall, your dark eyes meeting hers with an intensity that made her feel, for the first time in a long while, as if someone were looking through her rather than at her.

“What do you want?” you asked finally, your voice low and measured.

Wednesday hesitated. She could deny her curiosity, feign disinterest, but she knew you would see through it. So she decided on honesty, or at least a version of it.

“I’ve solved enough mysteries to recognize one when I see it,” she said, her tone steady. “And you, Y/n, are a mystery. You’re here for something. At first, I suspected it was something sinister, but…” Her lips twitched ever so slightly, not quite a smile. “Your actions at the shop earlier today disproved that theory. Not that I’m impressed or anything.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then, to Wednesday’s surprise, your lips curved into a faint smirk.

“One good deed doesn’t fix a thousand sins.” you said.

It was the first time she had seen you smirk, and something about it unsettled her. It wasn’t the smirk itself, it was the fact that it felt… earned. As if it was meant for her and her alone.

And it lingered only for a sceond before fading.

“I’ll make you a deal,” you said. “I’ll tell you about me. Not everything, but enough to satisfy your curiosity. How much depends on how much you help me get what I need.”

Wednesday’s brows knitted together, her mind working rapidly to process your words. This was a gamble, a game of secrets and trust or lack thereof. And yet, she found herself intrigued.

“Very well,” she said finally. “But don’t think for a moment that I’ll be satisfied with scraps. If I’m helping you, I’ll expect substance, not crumbs.”

You didn’t respond, but something in your gaze shifted, a silent acknowledgment of her terms. Without another word, you turned and began walking down the hall.

Wednesday followed, her steps light and deliberate, her mind churning with questions. What were you looking for in the Nightshade Library? Why were you so guarded? And why... why did she feel something seeing your smirk?

The statue of Edgar Allan Poe was just ahead as the two of you stopped.

Wednesday stepped forward, she glanced at you, her dark eyes daring you to comment. You remained expressionless, giving her nothing, as always.

She snapped her fingers twice.

The faint clicking of mechanisms echoed, and the statue shifted. Its heavy base slid back, revealing a dark staircase spiraling downward.

Neither of you spoke as you made your way down the stairs.

Once at the center of the library, Wednesday turned to face you. “What are you looking for?”

“That’s not part of the deal.” You said as your eyes were scanning the shelves, skipping over rows of books as though you instinctively knew what you sought. She internally sighed for even offering to help.

It didn’t take long. Your gaze landed on a dusty, leather-bound tome nestled deep in the recesses of a high shelf. The book was thick and worn, and it was tightly bound by some sort of green metallic wires. It was dusty, untouched for ages like most of the books here.

As you reached for it, Wednesday approached, her curiosity clearly piqued. She peered over your shoulder as you pulled the book free, revealing its cracked and worn leather cover etched with strange, arcane symbols. You carried it to a nearby table and set it down carefully, your fingers brushing away the layers of dust.

“What is it?” she asked, her voice quieter now.

Before you could answer or more likely refuse to answer, a faint sound from behind you drew your attention.

Without hesitation, you conjured a katana in one fluid motion. You spun on your heel, the blade slicing through the air, and lunged.

The blade sang through the air as you moved with precision, grabbing the intruder and shoving him against the bookshelves. Xavier’s mask clattered to the ground as he struggled against your grip, your blade pressed firmly against his throat.

“Wait, wait, wait! Stop! Whoa! Whoa!” Xavier stammered, his wide eyes darting between the blade and your impassive face.

Wednesday smirked, crossing her arms as she observed the scene. “You shouldn’t have stopped,” she mocked dryly. “Xavier could use an upgrade. He might finally get the touch he needs so much! Getting rid of his face.”

Xavier shot her a panicked glance. “Not helping, Wednesday!”

One by one, they all came out, the members of nightshade society—Bianca, Ajax, Yoko, Kent and Divina.

“You can’t just bring whoever you want down here,” Bianca snapped. “This place is supposed to be a secret.”

Wednesday rolled her eyes, her smirk deepening. “Clearly, it’s not much of a secret if you’re the ones guarding it.”

Bianca shot her a warning look before turning her gaze to you. “You don’t belong here,” Bianca said, her voice cold. “And in case you didn’t know, Ajax can stone you, and Yoko is faster than you’ll ever be. So I’d think twice before trying anything.”

You didn’t even flinch. Instead, you tilted your head slightly and replied in an even, calm tone, “Do you want to try?”

The group exchanged uncertain glances. Wednesday noted the faint flicker of fear in their eyes, a reaction she found... satisfying.

Yoko stepped forward, chuckling softly. “I’m not faster than you. Don’t mind Bianca; she’s still feisty from getting beaten by you in fencing.” She shot a playful look at Bianca, who scowled in response. Yoko’s grin awkwardly widened as she pulled Bianca back, making way for you.

“By the way,” Yoko added, glancing at Xavier, who was still pinned to the bookshelf, “can I make a tiny request? Not really important, but maybe let go of him before he has a heart attack?”

Your gaze shifted to Xavier, the look in your eyes promising, If you try that again, I won’t stop my sword next time. Slowly, you pulled the blade back as it vanished into the air as you unconjured it.

Without sparing another glance at the group, you reached for the book, tucking it under your arm as you turned to leave.

Wednesday followed, pausing only to glance over her shoulder at the stunned group. “I’d say it was nice catching up, but I’d be lying.”

You didn’t speak as Wednesday walked behind you. She didn’t expect you to. But the weight of unanswered questions was pressing on her. Finally, she broke it.

“What’s in the book?” she asked,

“Information,” you replied simply.

She frowned slightly, pressing further. “Information about what?”

“Not me.”

The two words were curt, but their meaning was clear. Wednesday’s mind immediately clicked back to the terms of your deal. She had taken you to the Nightshade Library, and in return, you had promised to answer her questions about yourself. But this book wasn’t part of that exchange. It was something else entirely.

“Fine,” Wednesday said “Now it’s my part of the deal. I ask you questions about yourself, and you answer truthfully. Do not attempt to lie. I can tell the difference.”

Finally, you stopped and turned. There was something unreadable in your expression—calm, detached, as always, but then it shifted. Slowly, deliberately, your lips curled into the faintest smirk. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but Wednesday caught it.

That smirk.

She hadn’t seen any emotion on your face Enid had tried to engage you, when the Nightshade Society had surrounded you with suspicion and hostility. She had only seen it when it was only you and her, it was there, just for her.

It was... unsettling.

Before Wednesday could dwell on it, your voice pulled her from her thoughts. “Ask your questions and be done with it.”

Wednesday’s fingers twitched behind her back as her mind raced through the countless questions she wanted to ask. But she knew she had to start somewhere.

“Why are you really here?”

You raised an eyebrow.

"What did you do at your last school to get transferred here, or did you come willingly?” she elaborated.

“I came willingly,” you said without hesitation, your voice calm, as if the answer was obvious.

“Why?” she pressed.

“I had work.”

“Work?”

“Demon hunting.”

It was so matter-of-fact, so devoid of emotion, that Wednesday was momentarily speechless. She blinked, half-expecting that smirk to return, telling her it was sarcasm. But you didn’t. Your face remained neutral, your posture relaxed yet guarded, as if you had just told her something as mundane as the weather forecast.

“What… what does that mean?” she asked, her voice quieter but no less intense.

“It means exactly what it sounds like,” you said evenly. “I get hired to hunt demons. My father trained me.”

The words landed with an almost tangible weight. Wednesday prided herself on her composure, but even she found it difficult to mask the intrigue and unease bubbling inside her.

Her mind raced. Demon hunting? It sounded absurdly dangerous, but the calmness with which you spoke of it suggested otherwise. Still, she found herself grappling with the idea of someone her age taking on such a task.

“How old are you?” she blurted before she could stop herself. She instantly hated how curious she sounded, but the question lingered nonetheless.

You rolled your eyes, the closest thing to irritation she’d seen from you. “I age normally. I’m your age.”

It was such a simple answer, but it left her with more questions than before. Why would someone your age be hunting demons? Why would your father send you to Nevermore now? And more importantly, why did you move through the world with such deadly precision, like you were always preparing for the next fight?

“Why do you hunt demons?” she asked, her voice softer now, almost hesitant.

You didn’t answer immediately. For a moment, you simply looked at her, your expression unreadable. Then, finally, you said, “I think the questions you’ve asked are enough payment for your assistance.”

It wasn’t a refusal, but it was a wall, just like the one's she has built around herself. You weren’t going to answer. Not now. And yet, the way you avoided the question only made her more determined to uncover the truth. Wednesday wasn’t used to being denied, and she found the challenge you presented both infuriating and... intriguing.

She followed you silently as you began walking again, her gaze flicking to the book in your hands.

“Demons,” she finally said, her voice slicing through the quiet. “What are they exactly? Giant monsters? Beasts with claws and fangs? Creatures of folktales?”

You didn’t answer as if her words had evaporated into the night air.

The lack of response was infuriating and Wednesday wasn’t even surprised. She had expected resistance. Still, she persisted. “You claim to hunt them. Surely you can describe what it is you face. Or do you find it amusing to leave me in ignorance?”

Again, you didn’t respond, and Wednesday’s jaw tightened. Her dark eyes flicked to the book you held, its worn cover and metallic bindings catching the faint light. Now the book intrigued her just as much as you did.

Her mind raced with possibilities. She couldn’t simply take the book from you; you would sense her intent before she could act.

Dispatching Thing to steal it was out of the question as well. She could already envision the outcome: you sensing Thing’s presence, catching him mid-act, and possibly doing something drastic. The way you had nearly sliced Xavier’s throat in the blink of an eye without any hesitation just for sneaking up on you... No, she couldn’t risk Thing. She would need another way to learn more.

Her voice cut through the silence again. “Your swordsmanship, was that something your father taught you?”

This time, you slowed your steps, just enough for her to notice. For a fleeting moment, something flickered in your eyes, an emotion she couldn’t quite place.

“No,” you said simply. “I figured that out.”

Wednesday’s brows knitted together in disbelief. “You figured that out?” she repeated, her tone laced with skepticism. “No one simply ‘figures out’ swordsmanship. It takes years of training, discipline—”

You interrupted her “I figured it out,” you repeated, leaving no room for argument.

Frustration simmered beneath Wednesday’s composed exterior. Your cryptic responses were as infuriating as they were intriguing. She couldn’t fathom how someone could master a skill like that without instruction. But then, nothing about you followed conventional logic.

The two of you reached the steps to Ophelia Hall, for a moment, it seemed the conversation was over, but Wednesday’s curiosity refused to let her remain silent.

When the hallway to her dorm came into view, her frustration boiled into something she rarely allowed herself to feel: desperation. You had what you wanted now. There was no more reason for you to seek her out, no leverage she could use to force you into another exchange.

This was it.

For the first time, Wednesday Addams felt the sting of helplessness. And she hated it.

As you turned to leave, something in her snapped. “Wait.”

You paused, glancing over your shoulder. “What?”

Her mind scrambled for something, anything to keep the conversation from ending. The words tumbled out before she could stop them. “Show me.”

“Show you what?”

“The way you beat me,” she clarified, her tone sharpening as if to mask the vulnerability behind her request. “During our last fencing match.”

You turned fully now, facing her.

She continued, her voice cool and measured. “I know how to handle a rapier. I’ve studied various forms of swordsmanship. But the technique you used—it's unlike anything I’ve seen. It could prove… useful.”

“Useful?” you repeated, your tone neutral but tinged with curiosity

Wednesday hesitated for a fraction of a second, but she quickly masked it coming up with something. “Yes. I’ve been meaning to put Bianca in her place again. Your technique might be just the thing to humiliate her properly.”

“And what makes you think I’d teach you?”

She rolled her eyes as her tone sharpened. “It’s not a matter of ‘teaching.’ You wouldn’t need to explain. I can observe. All I need is for you to demonstrate. You seem to enjoy a challenge. Consider this one.”

You tilted your head slightly, studying her. The faintest smirk tugged at the corner of your lips, and Wednesday felt her irritation flare. That expression again. She hated how it made her feel—off-balance, as though you were the one dissecting her.

“I’ll think about it,” you said at last.

Wednesday’s eyes narrowed. “That wasn’t an answer.”

“It’s the only one you’re getting right now,” you replied.

You turned without another word, continuing down the hall toward your dorm. Wednesday remained rooted to the spot. Her thoughts spiraled, replaying every word, every glance, every flicker of emotion you had allowed her... only her to see.

She had what she wanted, another thread to pull, another opportunity to uncover more about you. But even as she told herself it was all for the sake of satisfying her curiosity, a nagging voice in the back of her mind whispered otherwise.

She ignored it. Or at least, she tried to.

When Wednesday stepped into her room, Enid bolted upright in her bed,

“Wednesday! Oh my god, you’re finally back!” Enid whisper-yelled, her voice a mix of relief and exasperation. She clutched her phone like it was her emotional support animal.

“I was so scared you were out there doing something... you know... Wednesday-ish. And with Y/N? Are you kidding me? I thought for sure I was gonna get a text saying you’d been arrested. What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking,” Wednesday finally replied, “that I do not require your approval or your concern.”

Enid huffed, crossing her arms over her pink top, “Well, someone has to worry about you because you clearly don’t!” She paused, “Anyway... how was the date?”

Wednesday froze mid-step as she turned to face Enid. “Excuse me?”

“The date,” Enid said, emphasizing the word with a mischievous grin. “You know, you and Y/N, sneaking off together into the night, exchanging cryptic looks and intense vibes. Classic romance. Sooo... how did it go?”

Wednesday glared at her, the look sharp enough to cut glass. “It wasn’t a date, Enid. It was an interrogation. One that, I might add, yielded frustratingly little information.”

Enid flopped back onto her bed dramatically, groaning. “Ugh, you’re no fun. How can it not be a date? I mean, the two of you are so...” She gestured vaguely, her hands mimicking some kind of explosion. “...tension-y.”

“Tension-y is not a word,” Wednesday deadpanned, moving toward her wardrobe to retrieve her nightclothes. She disappeared behind the changing screen, her voice carrying through. “And whatever you imagine my interactions with Y/N to be, I assure you, they are nothing of the sort. It was just an exchange of information, nothing more.”

“You’re no fun. Fine, it wasn’t a date. But you can’t deny there’s something going on between you two. Totally intense. And you-”

“Enough, Enid,” Wednesday cut her off, climbing into bed. “If you insist on fantasizing about my personal life, at least do so silently. I require rest.”

Enid rolled her eyes but smiled. “Fine, fine. Goodnight, Wens. Sweet dreams of a certain someone.”

Wednesday groaned internally as she closed her eyes, letting the darkness of sleep swallow her. But even as her mind began to drift, she couldn’t help but replay your last words to her: “I’ll think about it.”

Wednesday’s gaze flicked over the students passing by. You should be here, she thought, where are you?

“You’re weirdly quiet this morning,” Enid noted, glancing at Wednesday as they approached their table with breakfast “Not that you’re usually a chatterbox, but still.”

“I was reflecting on the peaceful silence I enjoyed before you began speaking,” Wednesday replied dryly.

Enid rolled her eyes but let it slide. The two of them sat down, Enid immediately reaching for the stack of waffles in front of her.

“So,” Enid began between bites " I was thinking-"

"Truly a groundbreaking moment in history." Wednesday muttered.

“Ha ha,” Enid said sarcastically. “As I was saying, the Poe Cup is coming up, and we need to form a team.”

Wednesday sipped her coffee, unimpressed. “You mean, you need to form a team. I’m not interested.”

“Oh, come on!” Enid said, pouting. “Last year was so much fun, and we actually won! Don’t you want to keep the streak alive?”

“No.”

“Please? Pretty please?” Enid got out her puppy eyes.

Wednesday sighed, setting her cup down with more force than necessary. “Why don’t you find someone else? I have better things to do.”

“Well,” Enid said, fidgeting with her fork, “that’s the thing. One of the girls on our team transferred out after all the drama last year. So... we’re already down a person even if you join.”

“Tragic,” Wednesday said dryly.

"And everyone seems too afraid to participate, no one seems to come up... So I was actually thinking about asking Y/N to join too.”

Wednesday froze. Slowly, she turned to face Enid, her eyes narrowing. “You were planning to ask her?”

“Yeah,” Enid said brightly, oblivious to Wednesday’s sudden tension. “I mean, if she says yes, you and her in the same team? We will have the most unstoppable team in Nevermore history. And if she says no... well, I’ll just have to work extra hard to convince her.”

Wednesday didn’t respond, her mind preoccupied with conflicting thoughts. On the one hand, she had no desire to participate in another Poe Cup. On the other, the idea of you aligning with Enid’s cheerful chaos—and possibly bonding with her—left an unpleasant taste in her mouth.

Finally, Enid broke the silence. “So? Are you in?”

She let out a tired sigh. “Fine. I’ll join your team. But only because your incessant whining is insufferable.”

Enid beamed, clapping her hands together. “Yes! You won’t regret it, Wens. We’re going to crush everyone. And when Y/N joins, it’ll be game over for the competition.”

Wednesday didn’t share Enid’s enthusiasm, but she couldn’t deny a flicker of curiosity. If you agreed to join the team, it would be yet another opportunity to observe you up close, to understand what makes you- you.

“Ready to lose, Addams?” Bianca asked, adjusting her grip.

“I don’t lose. I simply assess flaws in my opponents’ technique until they defeat themselves.”  Wednesday replied, stepping into position.

Strike, parry, lunge—her movements were precise, calculated, and relentless. But even as she focused on the match, her thoughts were elsewhere.

Where are you?

You weren't at breakfast, You hadn’t appeared for fencing class. She told herself it was curiosity, maybe her need for a rematch, nothing more. But the faint pang of disappointment at not seeing you was a feeling she couldn’t entirely suppress.

Bianca’s blade grazed Wednesday’s shoulder, snapping her attention back to the match.

“Distracted today, Addams?” Bianca taunted, taking the advantage to press forward.

Wednesday’s eyes narrowed. She wouldn’t allow anyone, least of all Bianca, to expose a moment of weakness. With a swift disengage and a perfectly timed riposte, she scored a touch on Bianca’s chest, earning a point.

“Hardly,” Wednesday replied, her voice icy.

The match ended in her victory, as expected, but it felt hollow. Even as she returned her rapier to its rack and packed away her gear, her mind kept circling back to you.

Alchemy class had started precisely ten minutes ago. Wednesday sat at her station, her notebook open and pen poised, ready to absorb whatever instruction was given. Despite her usual attentiveness, her gaze kept flicking to the door.

It wasn’t until the teacher began explaining the chemical interactions of reagents in transmutation circles then you finally entered.

You walked in as if you owned the room. No apology, no explanation. Your footsteps were measured, calm, as though arriving late was entirely intentional. The other students turned to look, whispering to one another, but you ignored them all. And took the empty seat beside Wednesday.

She waited for you to offer some explanation, but none came.

Finally, she leaned slightly toward you, her voice low enough not to attract attention. “Where were you?”

Without even looking at her, you replied, “I don’t think that’s any of your concern.”

The curt dismissal sent a flicker of irritation through her. She narrowed her eyes, studying your profile.

“Interesting,” Wednesday said, her tone flat but with a razor’s edge. “Your penchant for evasion is almost as impressive as your talent for making enemies.”

“I didn’t realize I was supposed to inform you of my every move. Should I start providing hourly updates?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if it weren’t relevant,” Wednesday countered.

"I fail to see how my schedule has any bearing on your life.” you replied, turning your attention to the potion ingredients laid out in front of you.

Wednesday’s fingers tightened around her pen.

After last night, she had thought they had... progressed, in some way. Not to friendship, she didn’t entertain such trivialities, but to something more than this cold indifference.

Evidently, she was wrong.

She turned her attention back to the professor, though her thoughts remained stubbornly fixed on you.

When class ended, Wednesday packed her things with more force than necessary. You, as usual, seemed unbothered, moving at your own unhurried pace.

She considered leaving without a word, but the thought of you dismissing her again was unbearable.

As the two of you exited the classroom, she matched your stride.

She didn’t speak immediately, her mind grappling with the questions swirling in her head.

Finally, she broke the silence. “About last night.”

“What about it?” you asked, not looking at her.

“I thought we had reached some… understanding,” she said, her tone carefully neutral.

You finally turned to look at her, your eyes sharp and unyielding. “I told you what I’d tell you. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Her jaw tightened. “And the demonstration you promised?”

“I didn’t promise anything,” you said evenly. “I said I’d think about it.”

“And?” she pressed.

“I haven’t had time to think about it,” you replied, your tone dismissive.

“You seemed to have plenty of time last night.” she said.

Your lips quirked slightly, not quite a smirk but close. “You think too highly of yourself if you believe I’ve spent the entire night pondering your request. And now that I do think about it, I don’t see why it matters. You’re not worth wasting my time.”

The words struck Wednesday harder than she expected. She kept her face impassive, but inside, a strange, unfamiliar ache bloomed. Her jaw tightened, her fists clenching at her sides. She hated the way her chest ached, hated the vulnerability that threatened to surface.

But she would never let you see it.

“I see,” Wednesday said finally, her voice icy. “Then perhaps I shouldn’t waste any more of your valuable time.” Without waiting for a response, she quickened her pace, leaving you behind. Behind her, your steps slowed, and she resisted the urge to look back.

Botany class passed in a blur for Wednesday. The usually calming task of handling deadly poisonous plants gave no solace. Her mind churned with your words, replaying them over and over. She hated how much they stung, hated the power you seemed to wield over her thoughts.

And yet, when class ended, you approached her.

“Meet me behind the greenhouse,” you said, your voice low and deliberate. “After the sun falls.”

Before she could respond, you turned and walked away. She hated how you left her with more questions than answers. But despite herself, she knew she would meet you.

Part 3

[A/n: Tried another new route, in most fics I see that it is the reader character who earns Wednesday's smile, so I thought I should reverse the roles a bit, how did you guys like this one?]

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[tinyproprodigy]

𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 🧷

"Staggered to meet you"

Neito Monoma x reader (F)

Neito Monoma swaggered into the Gym Gamma training arena, his blond hair perfectly coiffed and his U.A. uniform impeccably pressed. Flashing his trademark smirk, he scanned the crowd of students until his gaze landed on you - a relatively unremarkable member of Class 1-A.

"Well, well, if it isn't little (Y/N)," he drawled, sauntering over. "I was hoping to spar against one of the elite students today, but I suppose you'll have to do."

You narrowed your eyes as Monoma lazily twirled a lock of hair around his finger. His incessant teasing and constant attempts to rile up your class had become tiresome. But today, you were determined to wipe that smug grin off his face.

"Bring it on, Monoma," you retorted, cracking your knuckles. "Maybe you'll finally get that ego of yours knocked down a few pegs."

Monoma let out a derisive laugh. "My, my, such confidence! Though I can hardly blame you for being starstruck in my presence." He assumed a fighting stance, his eyes glinting with Challenge. "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."

The match began, and almost immediately, Monoma's copied quirks gave him the upper hand. Bursts of fire scorched the arena floor as he unleashed a barrage of attacks. You dodged and weaved, biding your time as he continued his relentless assault.

Then, just as Monoma began to tire, you saw your opening. With a speed he didn't anticipate, you closed the distance between you, your fist connecting squarely with his chiseled jaw.

Monoma's eyes went wide with shock as he stumbled backward, tripping over his own feet and crashing to the ground in an undignified heap. The entire class erupted into raucous laughter and cheers as the great Neito Monoma found himself flat on his back, staring up at you in disbelief.

"Impossible..." he mumbled, gingerly prodding his soon-to-be-bruised jaw. "How could I, the elite Neito Monoma, be floored by someone from the inferior Class 1-A?"

You offered him a sarcastic smile and a hand up. "I guess all that ego finally caught up to you," you quipped, trying (and failing) to stifle a giggle at his ruffled appearance.

As the days passed, Monoma found his thoughts continually drifting back to that fateful sparring session. No matter how he tried to rationalize it, he couldn't shake the image of you standing over him, your (h/c) hair tousled and a triumphant grin on your face.

It was... oddly captivating.

He started noticing little things about you that he'd never paid attention to before. The way your nose scrunched up when you concentrated in class. The melodic lilt of your laugh as you joked with your friends. The confident sway of your walk as you strode down the hallway.

Monoma caught himself staring more than once, only to be met with a quizzical look or a teasing remark from his classmates. He tried to brush it off, but the truth became increasingly difficult to ignore.

Neito Monoma, the self-proclaimed "elite" who looked down on Class 1-A, had developed a massive, all-consuming crush on you.

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks one afternoon as he watched you sparring with Midoriya. You moved with a grace and power that

left him slack-jawed, and when you caught his eye and flashed him a lopsided grin, his heart did a traitorous little flip in his chest.

Monoma was officially smitten.

From that day on, his attempts to get under your skin took on a new, almost flirtatious undertone. He went out of his way to seek you out, always finding an excuse to be in your vicinity. Mundane things like watching you take notes in class or eat your lunch suddenly became fascinating displays worthy of his utmost attention.

"Eyes up here, Monoma," you'd tease whenever you caught him staring, causing his cheeks to flush a vivid shade of crimson.

His classmates mercilessly ribbed him about his not-so-subtle infatuation, but Monoma couldn't bring himself to care. He was a man on a mission - a mission to win your heart, no matter how bruised his ego became in the process.

After all, he reasoned to himself, a little humility was a small price to pay for the affection of someone as amazing as you. And if getting knocked down a peg or two was what it took, then Neito Monoma would gladly kiss the ground you walked on.

[storiesofsvu]

The Nanny With Benefits

Rita Calhoun x Rafael Barba x fem!nanny!reader. (poly!Barhoun) Rita & Rafael made the deal back in their days at Harvard that if they were both single at 45 they would get married. They've been best friends for over twenty years and have managed to maintain that friendship despite working opposite sides of the law. They both figure instead of coming home to an empty apartment, it'd be nicer to have the companionship and despite the vows, they've agreed to leave things relatively open. A year into it, they decide to find a surrogate to have kids, making their little found family even more whole and complete with a little boy and a little girl. Once both kids are walking things start to get chaotic and they realize they need more hands on deck. They hire a nanny who fits into the Barhoun household perfectly, although she is very confused with the amount of flirtation she's getting from both of them.

*This is a repost of an old fic that had been taken down. I'm still adding the taglist to this post just in case there are new people who have missed it. Or to any old friends who want to take a little stroll down memory lane with our favourite chaotic family** Chapters will very likely ALL be posted within the week as it looks like I dont have to reformat anything🎉👏🏻**

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9**

Chapter 10**

Chapter 11

Chapter 12**

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Series Completed!

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Individual chapters will NOT be tagged so if this is new to you keep checking back or come back next Sat to see it all uploaded! 🫶🏻

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Logos and Pathos (Book 4) Chapter Six

TOS! Spock x Empath! Spouse! Reader

Chapter Six: Emotional Test

Summary: Spock and (Y/N) train cadets and go out on a test flight. (Well, not before spending some time together).

            Spock and (Y/N) sat at their stations, observing the bridge quietly.

            “Leaving Section Fourteen for Section Fifteen,” reported Sulu at the helm.

            “Stand by.” Saavik, a young Vulcan, sat in the Captain’s chair, back straight and professional as ever. “Project parabolic course to avoid entering the Neutral Zone.”

            “Aye, Captain, course change projected,” said Sulu.

            “Captain,” said Uhura. “I’m getting something on the distress channel.”

            “On speakers,” ordered Saavik.

            “Imperative!” A distressed voice appeared over the speakers. “This is the Kobayashi Maru, nineteen periods out of Altair VI. We have struck a gravitic mine and have lost all power. Our hull is penetrated, and we have sustained many casualties.”

            “This is the Starship Enterprise,” said Uhura. “Your message is breaking up. Can you give your coordinates? Repeat. This is starship—”

            “Enterprise—!” said the Kobayashi Maru. “Our position is Gamma Hydra, Section 10.”

            “In the Neutral Zone,” observed Saavik.

            (Y/N) and Spock glanced at her. How would Saavik act in this moment?

            “Hull penetrated, life support systems failing,” said the Kobayashi Maru. “Can you assist us, Enterprise? Can you assist us?”

            “Data on the Kobayashi Maru,” said Saavik.

            The computer beeped. “Subject vessel is third class neutronic fuel carrier, crew of eighty-one, three hundred passengers.”

            “Damn.”

            (Y/N) was amused to hear a Vulcan curse. Spock glanced at them, and (Y/N) smiled.

            Saavik paused as she assessed her possible courses of action. “Mr. Sulu, plot an intercept course.”

            Spock raised a brow.

            “May I remind the Captain that if a starship enters the zone—” began Sulu.

            “I’m aware of my responsibilities, Mr. Sulu,” said Saavik calmly.

            Sulu turned back to the helm. “Estimating two minutes to intercept. Now entering the Neutral Zone.”

            She did it, thought (Y/N).

            “Warning,” said the computer. “We have entered the Neutral Zone. Warning.”

            “We are now in violation of Treaty, Captain,” said Spock, still perfectly composed.

            “Stand by in transporter room, ready to beam survivors aboard,” said Saavik, keeping herself calm—a proper Vulcan.

            Good, not getting flustered. Once you make a decision, you must see it through without fear.

            “Captain, we’ve lost their signal!” alerted (Y/N).

            “Alert,” said Sulu. “Sensors indicate three Klingon cruisers, bearing 3-1-6, mark 4, closing fast.”

            “Visual,” said Saavik. Her tone was clipped. “Battle stations, Activate shields.”

            “Shields activated,” said Sulu.

            “Inform the Klingons we are on a rescue mission,” said Saavik.

            “They’re jamming all frequencies,” reported (Y/N). A good choice from her, but it won’t get her far here.

            “Klingons on attack course and closing,” warned Sulu.

            “We’re in over our heads,” decided Saavik. “Mr. Sulu, get us out of here.”

            “I’ll try, Captain,” said Sulu.

            “Alert!” The computer beeped. “Klingon torpedoes activated.”

            “Evasive action!” ordered Saavik.

            A bang sounded, and the bridge rocked back and forth.

            Saavik held herself in the chair and pressed the comms button, keeping control of herself. “Engineering, damage report.”

            “Main energizer hit, Captain,” reported Scotty.

            “Engage auxiliary power. Prepare to return fire,” ordered Saavik.

            Another explosion shook the bridge, and (Y/N) held onto their seat to keep from falling out. Strong attacks. Bones sprawled across the ground as it trembled.

            “Shields collapsing, Captain!” said a cadet.

            “Fire all phasers,” said Saavik.

            “No power to the weapons, Captain,” said Spock.

            A third explosion rocked the ship.

            “Captain, it’s no use,” said Scotty over the comms. “We’re dead in space.”

            “Activate escape pods. Send out the Log Buoy,” said Saavik. “All hands abandon ship. Repeat, all hands abandon ship.”

            A knock sounded on the door of the bridge. “Alright, open her up.”

            (Y/N) stood as the door slid open and Kirk stepped onto the bridge. Saavik turned around in the captain’s chair and regarded him carefully.

            “Any suggestions, Admiral?” she said. The red alarm lights flashed around her, the alarm blared, but her gaze remained steady.

            “Prayer, Mr. Saavik,” said Kirk. “The Klingons don’t take prisoners.” His aura warmed at the joke. “Lights!”

            The alarms switched off, and the regular lights switched on.

            “Motors on,” said another official, walking in.

            “Trainees, to the briefing room,” said Spock.

            (Y/N) pressed the comms button. “Maintenance Crew, report to Bridge simulator.”

            “Physician, heal thyself,” said Kirk, looking with a grin at Bones.

            He rolled over and pushed himself up. “Is that all you gotta say? What about my performance?”

            “I’m not a drama critic,” said Kirk, and Bones rolled his eyes (but there was no malice, only amusement). He looked at Saavik, still standing in the simulator. “Well, Mr. Saavik, are you going to stay with the sinking ship?”

            “Permission to speak candidly, sir?” said Saavik.

            (Y/N) and Spock shared a look, curious about what she would say. They had guesses, but they didn’t assume.

            “Granted.” Kirk was never one to shy away from honesty.

            “I don’t believe this was a fair assessment of my command abilities,” said Saavik, succinct and to the point.

            “And why not?” remarked Kirk.

            “Because there was no way to win,” said Saavik.

            “A no-win situation is a possibility that every commander may face,” said Kirk. “Has that never occurred to you?”

            “No, sir. It has not,” said Saavik, hands laced behind her back and still composed.

            “How we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life, is it not?” said Kirk.

            Yes, thought (Y/N). Every Starfleet officer would see death. It was how they dealt with it that mattered. They needed to keep their heart and mind in the face of terror and grief, even when it became hard, unbearable. However, (Y/N) knew they had no idea how they’d react if they lost one of their dearest friends or family. Their eyes drifted to Spock. Without him, would I be myself? Or would I lose part of my heart forever? (Y/N) didn’t want to think of it.

            “As I indicated, Admiral, the thought had not occurred to me,” said Saavik.

            Her Vulcan-ness didn’t show any emotion, and (Y/N) remained unsure of what she was feeling. However, (Y/N) had been married to Spock long enough to guess that Saavik was disappointed in herself for not “winning” the test, even though there was no winning. There was only experience.

            Ah, well. She’s young. We all had something to learn then, thought (Y/N).

            Well, now you have something new to think about,” said Kirk. “Carry on.” He turned and headed to the door. Bones, (Y/N), and Spock followed, leaving Saavik in her sinking ship alone.

            “Jim,” said Bones. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just put an experienced crew back on the ship?”

            “We had our second round of fun already, Bones,” chuckled Kirk. “We have to let the next generation have their turn. Galloping around the cosmos is a game for the young, Doctor.”

            (Y/N) and Spock glanced at one another. Interesting thought from Kirk. They didn’t have much of an opinion one way or another. Spock and (Y/N) believed in training good officers for the next generation of starships, but they also believed in their own abilities.

            “Spock, (L/N), aren’t you dead, too?” joked Kirk. “Your ghosts must be loitering to wonder what rating I’ll give your cadets.”

            “I am understandably curious,” said Spock.

            “I was curious to hear Saavik’s thoughts,” said (Y/N). “She is bright and capable, and this was her first time through the simulator.”

            “Fair,” said Kirk. “As for Spock, your cadets destroyed the simulator room and you with it.”

            “The Kobayashi Maru scenario frequently wreaks havoc with students and equipment,” stated Spock, factual as ever. “As I recall, you took the test three times yourself.”

            “With a unique final solution,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “That’s one word for it,” said Bones. “ ‘Unique.’ ”

            “Innovative, is what I’d use,” said Kirk. A glimmer of mischievous amusement shone in his eyes. “It had the virtue of never having been tried.” He looked at Spock and (Y/N) and turned over the book he was carrying. It was physical, so ancient, and an old Earth story—A Tale of Two Cities. “By the way, thank you for this.”

            “We know of your fondness for antiques,” said Spock, inclining his head in acknowledgement.

            “ ‘It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,’ ” said Kirk, quoting the first line of the book. “Message?”

            “None that we’re conscious of,” said Spock.

            “Other than ‘Happy Birthday,’ ” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Captain Spock, Commander (L/N), space shuttle leaving n five minutes,” said the PA system.

            “Where are you two off to, now?” asked Kirk.

            “The Enterprise,” said Spock. “We must check in before your inspection.”

            “And you?” asked (Y/N).

            “Home,” said Kirk, smiling and walking away.

            (Y/N) watched him go. “I wonder if he was serious.”

            “About what?” said Spock.

            “Leaving all command of the Enterprise to younger officers,” said (Y/N). “I know that the next generation is capable, but we’re not…senile or incapable.”

            “Not at all,” said Spock.

            “…I think he wants to be out in the stars. Being an Admiral is far less exciting that a starship captain was,” said (Y/N). “Bones thinks he’s hiding from himself."

            “Hiding from oneself,” mused Spock. “How interesting, that people ignore their own mind.”

            “And heart,” added (Y/N). They paused before smiling. “But, Kirk has his friends. And he’s always been strong. He’ll work things out.”

            “Indeed.” The data of their previous adventures supported (Y/N)’s conclusion.

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            “No matter how many times we do it, I love stepping aboard the Enterprise,” said (Y/N). They walked with Spock through the halls towards their quarters, still prepared to their liking. What else was there to do after checking in and ensuring all cadets were learning their roles and way around the ship properly but to have some fun?

            “It is our ship,” said Spock with unusual (for him) fondness. “Though I find myself ill at ease as the ‘Captain.’ ”

            “You never did go looking for a command position,” said (Y/N). They smiled. “I’m sure Saavik will be ready soon enough.”

            “She progresses well,” said Spock. “However, she has the stubbornness I possessed when young. She must learn the world outside of just logic.”

            “Logic steers you but not the rest of the world,” said (Y/N), nodding. “And that’s something she has to account for.”

            “Precisely,” said Spock, opening she door for (Y/N).

            “Do you know what I think?” said (Y/N) as they stepped in.

            “What?” said Spock.

            “I think Saavik will get the chance to see an excellent captain at work,” said (Y/N).

            “You refer to Admiral Kirk,” said Spock, knowing his spouse.

            “I do,” said (Y/N).

            “Admiral Kirk is not scheduled to come aboard, and we are not currently planning on any test flights,” said Spock.

            “When has Kirk done anything to plan?” said (Y/N).

            “He has…‘unique’ approaches to situations, as you might say,” said Spock.

            (Y/N) chuckled, and Spock glanced at them fondly. He enjoyed their smiles, and no matter how many times he saw one, he was reminded of his fondness every time.

            “He’ll show up, and we’ll go for a flight, I’m sure,” said (Y/N).

            “You’re quite certain,” said Spock.

            “Your intelligence is rubbing off on me,” teased (Y/N), raising two fingers. As Spock smiled softly and touched their fingers with his own, (Y/N) winked. “That, and Bones is going to talk to Kirk and give him a birthday present, and if anyone can talk Kirk out of self-pity and anxiety, it’s Bones. Kirk’ll be flying on the Enterprise within a day.”

            Spock pressed his fingers firmly to (Y/N)’s. “A hypothesis accompanied by logic and your knowledge of Kirk’s emotions.”

            “I’m good at what I do,” said (Y/N), smiling proudly.

            “You are, T’hy’la,” said Spock, gazing at (Y/N) lovingly. They were always attractive when they became efficient. When they put together facts and their own, excellent observations into a logical explanation of something happening, Spock was thrown head-over-heels into a reminder of why he loved them and always would. Intelligence was attractive to everyone; logic was sexy to a Vulcan.

            “Spock,” said (Y/N). “I can feel your emotions.”

            “Ah.” The marriage bond was quite strong, so as Spock gazed at (Y/N) and admired their (sexy) logic, (Y/N) was fully aware of where his mind must be trailing.

            (Y/N) smiled. “Don’t worry. I like them with you.”

            “Oh?” Spock stepped closer.

            “Mhm.” (Y/N) hummed. “And, you know, we have some time until Kirk inevitably arrives…The cadets are busy. It’s the evening recreation hours…”

            They raised their hand and entwined their fingers with Spock’s. He suppressed a shiver as their fingers ran over his, and (Y/N) felt his emotions heighten into flames. They smiled, lifted his hand, and kissed the palm.

            “T’hy’la…” said Spock, voice low. A heavy green blush rested on his cheeks and on his ears.

            “Husband,” said (Y/N), smiling and kissing the back of his hand next.

            “You are testing my self-control,” said Spock, eyes lidded

            “You know I don’t mind when you let go,” said (Y/N).

            With those words and another pass of (Y/N)’s fingers over his, Spock scooped (Y/N) up into his arms. They let out a surprised chuckle, and Spock held them close.

            “Then let go I shall,” said Spock, eyes lidded before he leaned in and kissed them.

            (Y/N) kissed him back, throwing their hands over his neck. “I love you, Spock,” they said softly, smiling.

            “And I love you, T’hy’la.” Spock leaned back in. “I shall show you how much I do.”

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Monoma x reader who is Mirio’s younger sibling Part 6

I added Aoyama in ‘girl’s night’ so male readers can have a reason to be there <3 Also, apparently it’s canon that the girls agreed that Monoma’s objectively the most attractive hero course boy (if it weren’t for his personality they said 😭). I was told it’s in volume five but I can’t find it so is it in one of the light novels? Side stories? Please let me know where I can read it! I wanna feel validated for being head over heels in love with him!

Other parts:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Part 6/?

~~~~~~~~~~

“Man, it’s been over a week but I’m still sore!” Kirishima groans as he walks together with you, Ashido, Jiro, and Ojiro. Each of you are in your gym uniform with a bag or a water bottle. “But that just means he’s really that powerful. Togata, your brother’s real manly!”

Jiro grimaces at the mention of him, “I’d rather not think about that training…”

“Yeah, you had it rough, huh Jiro?” Ashido pipes in, remembering how Mirio had tied her earphone jacks around her and Kaminari, who was unfortunate enough to be the one closest to her.

“Well, that’s why we’re gonna train real hard, right guys!?”

“Yeah!” you and Ashido cheer while Jiro and Ojiro each raise an arm in response to Kirishima’s enthusiasm. It’s your day off. Kirishima suggested a group training at Gym Gamma. Everyone else are either training off on some other location or decided to do their own thing. “Hm? Do you think Bakugo’s still in there?” Kirishima asks, seeing the lights of the gym on. They usually shut down after some time when no one is inside and turn back on once it senses someone walking in. Ojiro furrows his brows. “If I remember… he left the dorms around six… would he really be training for seven hours straight?”

Kirishima shrugs, “Eh, maybe he took breaks. I wouldn’t put it past him to train for that long.”

“It could just be someone else,” Jiro says as Kirishima pushes the door open. Then—

“AHHH!!!” Jiro shrieks, falling on her back. She covers her eyes like acid as been thrown in them because HE’S THERE AGAIN! NAKED. AGAIN. Mirio casually looks over his shoulder while someone lets out a small “urk!” further in the gym. “Ohh, (y/n) and friends!”

“What’re you doing here senpai?” Kirishima asks.

You deadpan, helping poor Jiro and Ashido cover their eyes while looking at the ceiling yourself. “Nii-chan, cover up. My friends are here.”

“Right right,” he chuckles, taking his sweet time to pick up his pants. As he puts them on, he explains. “I’m here to train. Or, rather, assist in training.”

“Assist..?” Kirishima trails off as his gaze drifts to the other person in the gym, who isn’t as used to public nudity as Mirio and is scrambling to put on his gym clothes without accidentally fazing through. “Monoma from 1-B!?”

“Why do you guys always say it so dramatically..?” You don’t know if you should laugh or cry.

“So you’re helping Monoma train, senpai?” Ojiro asks.

“Yep. As you can probably tell, I’m teaching him how to use my quirk.”

Kirishima raises his hand, “Uh… sorry if I sound rude for this; but, uh, why..?”

Neito scoffs. “Typical 1-A. What, do you think your class are the only ones who can be mentored?” The usual bite in his tone is dulled by his flushed cheeks and the vulnerability of public nudity. Seriously, how the hell does Mirio do it? Kirishima waves his hands in dismissal. “No, that’s not what I mean. I’m more so asking if you guys know each other..?”

There is a pause. You and Neito freeze up and glance at Mirio.

“Yeah, you can say that. He’s sort of a relative, so I offered to help him train.”

“Sort of a relative..?” Jiro wonders to herself once she has her bearings back.

Mirio’s description has the corner of your lips quirking up. ‘Sort of a relative.’ Is he saying it to keep suspicions away or is it like he accepts him as his future brother in law? Which ever it is, it implies that Neito is family. That simple thought has you feeling giddy.

“What? (Y/n) you never told us that he’s related to you!” Mina exclaims, pointing an accusatory finger at Neito.

Okay, now accidentally being related to your boyfriend is an irrational fear you have, so that has you furrowing your brows. “We’re not blood related nor technically relatives yet, relax.” You guide Mina’s arm down.

“What does that even mean?”

Mirio clasps his hands together. “Well, we’ve been training for almost three hours, so,” he turns to Neito, who is more than ready to leave. “You wanna call it a day? We can still continue if you’re still up for it.”

The thought of being buck naked in front of 1-A students— not to mention you— sends him to flight for flight, and he is vehemently shaking his head to flee. His face is red till his ears. “Haha, yeah, I thought so. You up for ramen today?”

You perk up hearing this. Your brother, bringing your boyfriend out to eat? His favourite food nonetheless. Now that’s some development! You won’t have to worry about him plotting to kill him!

Seeing your obvious smile, Mirio turns to you. “Before you say anything, it’s because I’m such a good upperclassman.”

You deflate, but the smile remains anyway. ��Good grief, you’re stubborn.”

“Won’t be a great hero otherwise! See you (y/n), you guys,” he waves once he and Neito got their bags.

The five of you wave at them as they walk out of the building.

***

“That was embarrassing earlier…” You and Neito are in his room, laying side by side on his bed. He has his face covered by his hand as he recalls what happened at Gym Gamma. You chuckle. “Yeah… If I had known you were training today I would’ve warned you.” You toss to the side facing him, and he parts his fingers to glance at you. “How’s progress?”

“Pretty terrible as you can imagine.”

“Mm… yeah, it took nii-san years to be able to do the basics. Even once he got to UA in his first year, he still sometimes messed up.” “He’s pretty amazing, your brother…” Neito trails off. He has a faraway gaze at the ceiling, face reflective and calm. You close your eyes, leaning against his shoulder. “What’re you thinking about?” Neito absentmindedly picks up your hand, fiddling with your fingers while he gets his thoughts in order. “Hm… I guess I’m just thinking about how he’s similar to me.”

You look at him and blink. “Ah, yeah, now that I think about it. Is that why you agreed?”

“Yeah, well,” Neito scratches the back of his head. “I didn’t realize it because he made it look easy, but when he pointed it out… yeah, it’s the kind of quirk you’d expect a support or espionage hero to have. But he found a way to make himself a star with it.”

This time, he turns his head to you. “Do you think… if I can master this quirk like him… I’d be more of a main character?”

Immediately, you respond, “You’re already a main character in my eyes.”

“No, seriously I mean—”

“It’s not fair how you monopolize my thoughts, you know,” you insist. He smiles a little. “Now that’s your problem for getting side tracked by a side character like me.”

“I’m gonna hit you.”

“What? Why so violent?” he teasingly pokes your cheek.

“Because there’s no way a side character is getting this much screen time in my head.”

“You’re so cheesy…”

“Hey, you’re the one who calls people ‘main character’ and yourself ‘side character’!”

Neito sighs, though he can’t stop a smile from forming on his face. “Okay fine, let me ask this way— do you think that I’ll be a lot stronger if I master your brother’s quirk?”

You grin. Is that even a question? “Strong. Strong as hell.”

He ruffles your hair. “Well then, I’ll have to work hard to be like your brother.”

You laugh, leaning into his touch. “You don’t have to be like him… But I’m glad you’re getting along…”

The two of you lay there in silence. The warmth of your bodies comforting, and lulling you to relaxation in Neito’s arms. You get a glimpse of the time, 5:01 pm.

“Oh shit, girl’s night with the girls and Aoyama!” Neito raises a brow as you got up from the bed. Seeing his questioning gaze you say, “Girl’s night as, like, vibes. Apparently. Not just strictly girls.”

“What? Where?”

“The common room here.”

“I see… Well, I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

“‘Kay!”

***

You were able to get down to the common room before any of your classmates arrived, so they didn’t notice you walking down from upstairs. That would be suspicious as hell.

The girls of 1-A and 1-B, and you, plus the boys who passed ‘the vibes’ ergo Aoyama, Koda, Shoji, Shishida, and Rin are all sitting together in the lounge area with drinks purposefully made to look like alcohol. It’s really not all that sacred of a girl’s night. The other boys passing by to get something from the kitchen can listen in if they really wanted to. “Did you guys have heroism class yesterday?” “No— why!? Is the exercise insanely difficult?!”

“Yeah, it was excruciating!”

“No way..!”

That is how the general conversation went on. Despite being a fun ‘girl’s night’, it was more of a… review on heroism. Which, you were more than happy to partake in as long as you’re with your friends. Though, Aoyama thought otherwise.

“Mademoiselles— shouldn’t we take this as a chance to take a break from the stress of hero work?”

Everyone’s chatter slowly dies down as they think about it.

“I suppose it is a good idea… but what can we talk about?” YaoMomo asks.

“Well, what do people usually talk about in girl’s night?” you ask.

Jiro smiles wryly, “You know, it’s kinda sad that we have to ask that…”

Mina raises her hand up. “Ooh~! Lets talk about love!!!”

“L-Love!?”

You stiffen along with Uraraka. The two of you make eye contact, but you both look away, agreeing to not pry in whatever secret the other is worried about. Not that one of them is exactly a secret…

Kodai raises her hand a little. “What does that exactly entail..?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure everyone in the first year hero course is single.” You can feel the gazes of the 1-B students discreetly turn to you when Jiro said that.

Hagakure places a hand on her chin. “Then… who do you think is the course’s cutest guy?” “Cute as in adorable or as in charming?”

“Lets say overall charm.”

Rin, Shishida, Shoji, and Koda glance at each other, wondering if they wanna be here to hear all this. Aoyama meanwhile is all for the tea. The boys in the kitchen subtly inch closer to the lounge area with their ears peeled.

“Ooh~! Todoroki’s definitely one of them!” Mina says. “He’s 1-A’s ikemen!”

“I see it, yeah.”

“Todoroki-kun is rather handsome…”

“I’d say Kaibara-kun would be our class’s ikemen, huh?”

At the mention of his name, the boy stares at the ceiling while his fellow classmates in the kitchen nudge and elbow him as vengeance.

“Yeah..! He’s so handsome!”

“If we’re talking cute as in erm… cute…” Uraraka hesitantly speaks up, averting her eyes. She holds her drink in front of her for moral support as her face heats up by the second. “It would be… Deku-kun..?” “Okayyy Ochako I see you.”

“Midorya’s the cinnamon roll who can beat people up for you.”

“Is that a criteria..?”

“Of course!”

“Don’t forget about our cuties over here!” Tsunotori says, hands gesturing to the boys who passed the vibes. They’d been sitting silently, taking everything in. When everyone looks at them, they each turn away, scratching the back of their head with a blush. Except Aoyama who takes the compliment in stride. (Our masc presenting readers are part of said cuties.)

“No no, not cutie, I am dazzling!”

A few more of the boys are brought up, the group highlighting their charming sides and the others either adding to it or simply agreeing. The boys in the kitchen celebrate to themselves whenever one of their names gets a mention, listening to what the girls like about them. It had them blushing and smiling ear to ear. Giggling, even. “Sato-kun’s cake is delicious! And he made cookies this morning.”

“Does that count as a trait?”

“Absolutely it does!”

“Wait then we skipped over so much other charming traits from the others.”

“We can all agree that a guy that can cook good food is instantly more attractive right?”

There is a pause in the conversation as the 1-A students glance at each other, telepathically communicating the same person to each other.

“What? Who are you thinking of?” Yanagi asks.

“…Bakugo can cook well, kero…”

“That’s surprising,” Komori says.

“I remember he yelled at Todoroki for cutting the chives wrong in the training camp.”

You laugh. “Hah! I remember that!” “Bakugo…” Mina thinks about it. “He’s not bad looking..? Actually, he’s kinda handsome?”

“Yeah, you’re kinda right.”

“He reminds me of a Pomeranian, though.”

“Hah!” you snicker, as a memory is dug up from the depths of your mind. “Bakugo’s Best Jeanist hair!”

“His what now?” Tokage blinks, confused like the rest of the group’s 1-B students.

You giggle like a maniac as you pull out your phone. “Oh right, you guys weren’t there to see it. Hold on, I have a picture in my phone.”

“Togata, do you have a death wish..?” Tsuyu asks. If Bakugo found out you have a picture of him, and with that hair… oh boy.

“I took it while Sero and Kirishima were distracting him!” You pull it up for the 1-B girls and guests to see. The boys eavesdropping in the kitchen even move closer to look. They were quite fascinated, especially at the blurry transition picture of when his hair was reverting to normal.

“There’s something unnerving about his hair being… kempt…” says Awase, one of the intruding boys from the kitchen.

“Hey! It’s girls night you guys!”

“Wha— Rin and Shishida were invited!”

“It’s cause they passed the vibes!”

“I’m vibes! I’m so vibes!” Awase is left grumbling. Though, no one shooed the intruding boys away.

“Bakugo’s pretty charming if he wasn’t so… aggressive. Though, I guess there are some people that like that,” Tokage shrugs.

“Kero, you know who else is actually kinda handsome if it wasn’t for his… concerning personality?”

The 1-A students, again, telepathically communicate. Only this time, you aren’t in the mix. You turn your head back and forth between your classmates’ knowing looks in utter confusion. “What? Who?”

“C’mon (y/n), you know…”

“I don’t know?”

Even the 1-B students are catching on.

“Ah, I think I know who you mean…” Kendo smiles wryly.

“I’m so lost.”

Yanagi leans over to you, whispering so that your classmates can’t hear. “Togata-san, you probably don’t realize it since you find nothing wrong with his personality, but try to think about what he’s like in your classmates’ perspective…”

The lightbulb in your head switches on. “Ohh! Nei— Ohhh, Monoma?”

“Yes! Jeez (y/n)!”

You sweat, thankful that they didn’t notice your slip up.

“I’m gonna be honest since he’s not here�� he’s probably the cutest guy in our grade! You know, aside from when he’s berating our class…”

“Yeah, he’s like a prince! When I’m not worried for his mental health…”

“I can’t help but agree with you… though of course, his personality with our class is a bit concerning…”

You sigh, feeling both proud that your friends can’t help but admit that your boyfriend is drop dead gorgeous, but also in distress from the other edge to their words. Tetsutetsu (intruder) just laughs, raising his red cup filled with apple juice. “Yep, that’s our Monoma!”

“He probably is the most charming based on all the criteria we’ve previously mentioned…” Kodai says with a finger on her chin in thought.

“Good fashion sense, knows how to cook, knows how to deal with kids, aside from his grades is smart…”

“Isn’t he lowkey boyfriend material?”

You can already feel the pride swelling in your chest and the corners of your mouth twitching to a smile. So, before your expression can reveal the smugness you feel for having such a wonderful boyfriend, you raise your glass. “I think we have come to agreement that N— Monoma is the cutest and most boyfriend material in the first year hero course. A toast, shall we?”

Awase side eyes you, knowing full well why you sound so triumphant, but he’ll give this one to you. He raises his cup. “I beg to differ, but agree to disagree.”

“I hate to admit it but the board has made a decision.”

“I’ll admit it since he’s not here. Lets all agree to not tell him about our verdict, okay?”

“…he’ll hold it over our heads forever.”

“Uh huh.”

By now, everyone in the common room has their glasses and cups raised. “To agreeing that Monoma’s the cutest boy in the first year hero course but swearing to never tell him!”

“Cheers!”

You had your fingers crossed behind you. After all, who said you didn’t adore all sides of his personality?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Ah, I had fun writing that lmfao

[taarahvita]

Helsie in the Zone | Chapter 9 Release! | Fortnite x S.T.A.L.K.E.R fanfic

Welcome back!

Thank you for all who have waited for the next chapter. I have been occupied with personal issues, but finishing this will stay priority.

I did run into issues with Wattpad servers saving the draft, but now they are resolved. At first I wanted to make Ch 9 the final chapter with 10000 words like a big march to the finale, but ended up cutting it in half. After the issues I thought putting the finale in Ch 10 would be a good round number.

Ch 10 is 1/4 done and I've already made good progress on the artwork for it.

Thank you, readers!

Read now on Wattpad!

A small note: The story runs somewhat parallel to the events of STALKER 2 Heart of Chernobyl.

I've been playing STALKER GAMMA to know more about the world and I keep finding details which I completely missed while writing the chapters so far.

[helloiamadrawer]

Special To Us - Gamma 1 x Reader who has a small chest

Warnings: none! mention of a polyamorous relationship with #2 ,reader just is a bit insecure about her body...

A/n: "Hey One..can we talk for a minute? And please don't let Gamma Two know about this, okay? He'd flip his lid if I ever told him this."

"Sure, my love, what's on your mind?" Gamma 1 offers you his hand as you take it in his hold. You two begin to walk on the path that followed to your workplace.

"You know how there are a variety of women's bodies?"

"That's right."

"Well that also goes for..y'know..our chest area...and mine are quite small when usually every other female here has big ones." you explain, hating to talk about such a topic to a male android, but there's been a looming feeling of insecurity despite your subconscious. The last few days you hid that from your boyfriends for what seemed like forever.

Gamma 1 looks down at you with a puzzled expression and asks, "So..what is the meaning of this? Is there something wrong?"

"Yeah, sorta. I kinda wish i had bigger breasts..so that i can be more noticable and a little more attractive." a slight frown

Gamma 1 stopped right in his tracks, now in partial shock that you actually said that about yourself. You were the best thing that happened to him and Gamma 2, and you were putting yourself down? He doesn't know what made you be insecureall of a sudden, but he's going to find out. Now. Gamma 1 ushered you to the side and then started walking, his pace becoming wider with each step, heading the opposite direction. One of his hands curled into a fist then uncurled. His teeth bared hardly. You were afraid he would act this way, quickly you rushed up to him.

"Um, One? baby? Where are you going? Work is that way." You ask, now a bit concerned as you follow slightly behind the android.

Gamma 1 halts again, almost making you bump into him but you stopped yourself just in time. The aura from One started to feel vengeful, determined. "To find the person who hurt you, and teach them a lesson.." The android's voice coldly answers.

Eventually, he reaches a clifftop, looking up at the clear blue sky peppered with some clouds. One's feet begin to lift off the ground

"But nobody has hurt me One." You stated, clearly telling the truth but Gamma 1 refused to think that.

Gamma One sighed, "They forced you to say that, I'll be right back, I promise."

One ascended higher, being almost a couple inches above your head. He was about to boost off. You have to stop him and fix the mess you just made for yourself. Groaning in frustration, you jumped with little use of your power and grabbed his leg, surprising the android. "What are you doing?!" Gamma 1 exclaimed. Now dangling onto him for dear life, you make your statement known.

"Gamma. Number. One. Don't do this! It's my fault! I'm self-conscious about my body,and i keep feeling a little more insecure every time I see any woman who has a normal chest..and I let it get to me, so I hid it from you two.." you confessed, a frown falling upon your features. Gamma 1's eyes immediately softened but a bit of hurt was seen in them. Like the anger wasn't even there at all. "But..why? Why did you hide it from us?" the android asks.

"Maybe if we get to solid ground, i'll tell you.."

The android carefully descends back on the patch of land, slowly but surely your feet are back on the earth once more. "I should have told you earlier, maybe if Dr. Hedo had some sort of machine that would make my chest normal, I wouldn't have any insecurities to live through and hide. And none of this would have happened." You drop your head down.

"Love, you have the most greatest body I have ever witnessed in my lifetime and Two's alone. We all have flaws in our own way, even me. But there should be no reason to hide how you look because you are beautiful no matter what anybody else says, you are special to us. " Gamma 1 confided, "And isn't what's on the inside that truly counts?"

If Gamma 1 was known for one thing it would be the apparent wisdom. He takes a hold of your hand and interlaces your fingers with his gloved ones. His yellow chrome eyes catch a glimpse of a slight smile on your face. "You were the only person to ever treat us like normal people instead of walking computers, aside from Hedo. Might I add your personality is a wonderful rarity only one person can have, cherish it, just like your body."

You felt yourself almost tear up from what just left the androids lips. One being effectively poetic did the trick. It made your smile grow wider as you had now courage to look at your android boyfriend and without a doubt he was doing the same action. Gamma 1 pulls you in a gentle embrace, you effortlessly lean into this touch. "Thanks Gamma."

"As always, love-"

"Hey, I've been looking all over for you two...what happened?"

Gamma 2, from a distance, made his way over to you and Gamma 1, separating yourselves from each other.

"Hey Two, what do you mean you've been looking for us?" You inquired, tilting your head in confusion.

"Well, you're kinda late for work...by like," Gamma 2 pauses, "Ten minutes."

You gasp, "Oh my god! I am? Shit! C'mon One, you gotta boost me to work right now!"

Gamma 1 immediately halts you from even literally speedrunning to work. "Don't worry, we'll give them an excuse of what made you late."

Your second android boyfriend now approaches beside you by sliding an arm over your shoulders casually. "You can count on us!" He winks. "So anyway, why were you two at the edge of a cliff hugging it out like a couple in a romance flick?" Two curiously asks takes a glance at you and then One. Your eyes float down as you hissed through your teeth, "Should we tell him?"

Sighing, Gamma 1 begins, "Guess so, can't let leave him in the dark.."

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"she

WHAT??!"

Let's just say after One spilled the whole situation, Two dragged you to your room after work to give you a whole hour's worth of a very aggressive but mostly affectionate lecture of how you should never ever doubt yourself or your body again.

[lady-eris]

Tw: Threats of making reader drink water? Sick reader, no gender specified for reader

Hope you guys enjoyed this, I was bored and I’ll be honest I love my shark androids : ), if this looks off I’m writing it on my phone.

Small humming could be heard through out the small room, with the occasional side of a creaking mattress. (Y/n) laid on the small (and slightly dirty) matress, wearing a thin Night piece, as sweat dripped down they’re (s/c) skin. On they’re stomach Gamma 1 head laid, as (y/n) fingers brush on his head, lightly grazing around his fins. Gamma 1 didn’t say anything, enjoying the silence that resonated through the room. He didn’t care, he just wanted to be with his Lemon shark. The floor creaked slightly under his weight, as he sat kneeled on the floor. One of his hands were wrapped around they’re waist, the other conjoined with their hand. It was cold.

“You’re sick” Gamma 2 announced, his bubbly personality becoming gloomy. He stood next to the door, like a guard dog. He hadn’t said much up until point. In fact he hadn’t said anything at all. He just watched. His eyes were like a predator, His gaze intense watching every second that passed. His stance was alert and protective. He was clearly alarmed and Was most likely paranoid. Gamma 1 tensed up, He knew they were sick, they had been unable to get out of bed for the past days, he thought they’d just get better. It wasn’t the case though.

“Sssshhh, come here” (y/n) said they’re voice wavering slightly. It was different, They’re clearly hadn’t drank in the last few days and it was affecting them. Gamma 2 walked over the the Dresser that was next to them and picked the cup of water up, and holding it for them to take.

“Drink it before I make you” Gamma 1 threatened, His grip on their hand becoming looser fully ready to do it. His human needed to get better after all. (Y/n) sighed taking the cup, as they drank the water before making a face. It tasted awful, how long was it sitting out? 2 hours? 4? What ever it was they hated the taste. But their throat did feel better so they were thankful for that, Their throat wasn’t as sore as it originally was.

Gamma 2 smiled taking the cup back from them and placing it on the Dresser, He’d have to replace the water. Leaning down he kissed them on the forehead. Before standing up to full height, and returning his place as the guard dog. His arms crossed over his chest as he watched at the door.

[bones4thecats]

The Gamma-Brothers Sharing Their S/O

Characters: Gamma 1 and Gamma 2 (POLY) Inspired By: My love for these two dumbos A/N: This turned out a lot angstier than intended in the middle, but it does end softly so be happy for that. Anyways, sorry this took longer to come out, been working on a lot of new projects irl. Now, enjoy this beautiful thing with my android besties <3 ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Mentions of bombings, death, and being in a traumatic event involving a tall building ⚠️

Disclaimer: This is what I used as the Reader's cape and outfit

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╚═════ Gamma 1 and Gamma 2 ════════════════════╝

🦈🐳 The Yin to the Yang of siblings. You are no doubt the line that separated the two from becoming the same, appreciating their differences despite the disdain of it from not just Commander Magenta and his right-hand, Carmine

🦈🐳 You, as a Bio-Android created by Dr. Hedo, were made to save everyone and defeat all those that opposed justice. Though, you were more lower when it came to strength than the Gammas, but that didn't mean you were weak

🦈🐳 Gamma 1 and 2 did a lot to keep you up to date with their fighting styles and moved. Constantly asking to spar or to make sure your frame was easy to move so you wouldn't glitch in the middle of a fight

🦈 Gamma 1 adores to sit somewhere quiet and just be beside you. He prefers the more one-on-one time with you, believing memories were far more important than any kind of 'in-the-moment entertainment'

🐳 Gamma 2 on the other hand... enjoys pretty much everything the opposite of his brother. He loves to grab your hand, fly with you around the city and mess around until getting called in for a mission that involved danger for the civilians

🦈🐳 It was during one of those calmer moments with the duo that you three were beeped by Dr. Hedo for an accident happening just a few streets away. You stood, your cape draping behind you as you stood up and got ready to fly off

🦈 Gamma 1 looked at you and nodded, pushing himself off the ground with his brother and you following suite. He was slightly annoyed that an accident happened during your time relaxing, but... who is he to dismiss such an important thing?

🐳 His brother was a different story once again. Gamma 2 had a slightly pouty expression on his face as you flew. You just sighed and landed on the ground with the boys, readying yourself for anything that you faced

🦈🐳 A woman ran outside of a building, charging at you three with a panicked expression. You caught her just before she fell and you asked what was going on inside of the building standing tall

"Something happened in the medical lab! There was a- uh- box! It blew up or something! You have to get up there and save the others, please! My son's up there!"

"What floor did the main explosion come from, ma'am?" Gamma 1 asked.

"Floor 19! Please! Help him!"

🦈🐳 You handed the woman to the nearest medics before getting a plan with the Gammas and flying inside of the building to search for any survivors from the wreckage

🦈🐳 Gamma 2 took the highest floors, those being 23 to 35, Gamma 1 took the lowest, 17 to the first, and you took the middle of 18 till you reached 22

🦈🐳 The smoke was massive, and the amount of damage caused from the apparent explosion was surprising. Well, as surprising as it could be for you

🦈🐳 Grabbing the nearest structure as you walked through everything, you heard a group of people screaming from around the corner. You sprinted as fast as you could go without causing anymore damage accidentally before coming to a closed-off door

🦈🐳 Picking up piece by piece of the surrounding debris, you eventually reached the door. Opening it, you saw four people bending themselves to fit inside of the office filled with more damage than the other rooms you had come across

🦈🐳 Comming the Gammas, you noticed a young girl gripping for dear life onto her mother's blouse. You slightly twitched, having a small flashback to everything before now... when you actually had some kind of innocence, and you snapped

"You two better hurry up! We've got four civilians, including one young girl, approximately 7 years old. We're on floor 22 right now."

🦈🐳 Kneeling down as you heard the surroundings crack under pressure, you looked into the little girl's eyes, making her sniff and hug her mother tighter

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm a good guy, here to help you all out of here as fast and carefully as possible." You said, holding you hand out for her to touch gently.

"L-like a superhero?" She asked.

"Just like it."

🦈🐳 The girl gave a small smile before gasping at the sight of a pillar falling down in your direction. In a fit of anger, you bunched your hand up in a fist, you looked back and smashed it, successfully keeping the more damaging pieces away from the civilians behind you

"Y/N! You in there?" You heard Gamma 2 scream.

"Yeah! Come on! I don't think this building's gonna last that much longer!"

🦈🐳 The two other Androids came in your view, picking up two civilians each. You grabbed the young girl, shielding her with your arm as you burst out from the floor and down to the ground, handing off the girl to another medic before hearing the woman from earlier screaming for her son

🦈🐳 Sighing, you looked at the Gammas, and they looked at one another sadly. They must've found the boy deceased... how unfortunate for the woman...

"Ma'am, may I speak with you?" You asked as the woman looked at you with hope.

🦈🐳 That night, you held your boyfriends close to you. They listened as you sobbed for hours on end. The explosion had cost the city thousands of dollars of damages, but more importantly, they lost over 50 lives, including the son of that woman you met at the scene

🦈 Gamma 1 laid with his back against the head of the bed, your face buried into his chest as you cried, yelling about how you could've done something, that if you had only gotten there faster... He just sighed sadly and pet your head, trying to keep you from breaking down even farther. He may be made of metal, but you were his soft spot

🐳 Gamma 2 had his face on your chest, hushing you as he kept you covered and cuddled to the best of his abilities. He took his cape off and laid it on your like a blanket in an attempt to keep you calm like his brother. You eventually calmed down with him telling you a story from his early years and him learning about the human body's weak spots

🦈🐳 The brothers smiled as you rested, powering down to recharge. Gamma 1 looked at Gamma 2, raising his finger to his mouth to shush him. Gamma 2 just nodded and cuddled into you, powering down himself, following a couple minutes later by the oldest of you three

🦈🐳 You three may be heroes, but you had your own weaknesses like any other being. Gamma 1 and 2 just so happened to be able to keep you safe so those weaknesses couldn't harm you all that much

[seros-girl]

Rivalry~ Hanta Sero x F!Reader

summary: during the class A and class B joint training, you go up against Team Bakugo, the guy with the funky elbows works up the courage to talk to you.

disclaimers: reader is in class B, aged up to two years making shinso an official student in class A, and yes i will be using the present mic adopted daughter trope and your quirk as telekinesis. reader is class vice president of class B

“get your costumes and meet at ground gamma!” vlad king, your homeroom teacher, said and you all smirked. an annual thing you did with class A and you couldnt be more excited. you went to the locker rooms and changed into your costume. your quirk was telekinesis and since the war you’ve improved so much lifting things heavier than 50 pounds.

you’ve also started training lifting humans but haven’t progressed in that field yet. “ready?” kendo said as she linked her arm with yours. you nodded your head and walked out with her as you two giggled.

“still crushing on that guy from class A?” kendo nudged your shoulder and you shook your head. “bakugo is such a hot head but he has changed since the war significantly” you gave her knowing eyes as monoma from beside her put his head down remembering.

“but no i’ve decided completely no more crushing on students from class A” you said shaking your head and holding your head up. “yea cause your dad said something about it huh” tetsutesu said snickering with monoma. you glared at them and they stopped putting their heads down hiding their smiles.

“good for you!” kendo said squeezing your arm and you smiled at her. you stood as a class as class A came into view with your uncle shota aizawa standing next to them. “hi uncle” you waved childishly and he smiled at you waving back. “hi dad” you waved at your dad who was here for commenting purposes.

“HELLOOOOO CHILD OF MINE!!” he screamed out into the mic he had and you smiled. “your dad is always so extra” denki said as he looked at you and you glared playfully at him. “ouch that hurt brother” your dad said clutching his heart playfully at denki’s remark.

“welcome lovely hero’s in training” your dad started off staring at the two classes. you let your eyes wander at class A and smiled at ochaco as she caught your eyes. you loved class A dearly. you’ve grown quite close to them considering your uncle shota is their homeroom teacher.

you’ve talked to every single one of them apart from one. you’ve never talked to the guy with the weird elbows. you never wondered why but you just never uttered a word to him. you looked at him and took in his lanky frame. he was quite tall and you admired his costume choice.

“you know the rules ready to sort teams?” your dad said snapping you out of your thoughts and turning to him. “wait with shinso doesnt it make it uneven?” ibara said and you looked up at her. “aoyama is gone remember?” you said to her with sad eyes as you did grow close with the twinkling hero in training. “thats right my apologies mr. aizawa” she bowed down and aizawa nodded at her.

team 1-A: Mina, Momo, Koda, & Shoji versus team 2-B: Ibara, Jurota, Pony, & Yosetu

team 3-C: Denki, Shinso, Hagakure, & Shoto versus team 4-D: Sen, Kojiro, Reiko, & Hiryu

team 5-E: Bakugo, Sero, Kirishima, & Jiro versus Team 6-F: You, Kendo, Tetsutesu, & Monoma

Team 7-G: Tsuyu, Tenya, Mineta, & Sato versus Team 8-H: Kosei, Nirengeki, Kinoko, & Setsuna

Team 9-I: Izuku, Ochaco, Ojiro, & Tokoyami versus Team 10-J: Manga, Juzo, Togaru, & Shihai

you were up in the third round and stood with your group watching the first two rounds go down. round 1 ended with a win from class A. as you watched round 2 go down, you felt eyes on you. you turned to the side and saw bakugo’s team staring at you and talking. jiro gave you a smile and turned towards her group.

sero looked at you and sheepishly smiled. you dont know why but felt the courage to go up to them. “hi guys!” you chirped and sero jumped. “hi bakugo” you teased and he gave you a tiny glare. “looks like were up next” you said to them as they nodded.

“youre gonna do great out there yamada!” kirishima said giving you a thumbs up which earns him an elbow nudge by bakugo. “what just being friendly dude she is our teachers niece after all” he told bakugo and you smiled at them.

“bye guys you’ll do great out there!” you said to them walking towards your uncle shota. you stood on your tip toes and threw your arm around his shoulders. “hello favorite uncle” you said smiling and he looked down at you. “your only uncle” he said back and ruffled your hair.

“nah remember i’ve got all might, cementoss, ectoplasm” you shrugged and he looked at you. “they dont count i’ve known you since the first day your dad dragged me to the orphanage” he said in a monotone voice. “i know im just kidding uncle shota!” you giggled and hugged him. “that concludes the second round with a win from class B!” your dad announced and you smiled at shota.

“we arent all that bad” you smiled at him and he rolled his eyes with a small smile. “i love my kids but because i love you just a bit more beat their asses” he whispered to you and you nodded your head. you met up with kendo, tetsutetsu, and monoma. “prepare for the third battle!!!!” your dad screamed into the mic and you walked with your team. “its team bakugo versus team yamada not playing any favorites but” your dad trailed off and you smiled.

“GOO MY MINI YAMADA YOU GOT THIS!!!!” he screamed making sure it was heard all over ground gamma wherever you were. you smiled and monoma laughed. “ready?” your dad said into the mic. “BEGINNNN!!!” he said and you immediately flew up to look over the area.

you knew the only two who could fly around from the group was sero and bakugo. you saw a piece of tape flying in your direction and you dodged it watching it stick to a pipe nearby. sero made himself known and you smirked. “hi sero” you sang out and you could tell he blushed. you lifted your hands holding a mini metal pipe with your quirk.

you threw it in his direction and he managed to dodge it and stick a piece of tape to it lunging it back in your direction. “not nice sero” you said dodging it. you let yourself go back down landing in front of monoma. “nows the time to test out if you can lift people it’ll work in our favor!” monoma exclaimed and you took his words in.

you ran with your group and came across jiro. “SHE’S MINE!” you yelled out as you lifted your hands and focused your energy on her. you were able to lift her up and you smiled. “i got this guys” you said keeping your focus and directing jiro into the cage. “sorry jiro” you said smiling sadly as you locked the cage. “nice job yamada glad i was the first one to test that out on!” she called out and you smiled at her flying into the air to get a glimpse of the area once again.

“so you can lift people now huh?” you heard bakugo say coming over at you, explosion ready. he had caught you off guard so his explosion did in fact hit you. your focus on lifiting yourself vanished as you got hit with his quirk and you went tumbling down through the many metal pipes each one hitting you.

“not nice dynamight!” you called out in pain and he smirked as he landed next to you. you kept him distracted entertaining him and kendo came up behind and grabbed him in her fist.

“what?!” he said squirming as kendo gripped onto him tighter. she took him over to the cage and locked him in there. “shitty hair?!?!” you heard bakugo yell and tetsutetsu came up behind you. “all we got left is cellophane” he said looking up. “i’ll look” you said flying and scanning the area.

you looked in every direction but couldnt see him anywhere. “i dont see him-oh!” you exclaimed as tape wrapped around your middle. “gotta be more careful there yamada” he said as he came into view. another piece of tape wrapped around a metal pipe and you saw monoma slip into view.

with his quirk he can have three at a time each for 20 minutes. he was able to improve so much after helping with aizawa’s quirk during the war. you let monoma take in cellophane and that was the end of round 3. you stood in front of the cage and smiled at them.

“love you all dearly but we really needed to secure the win” you said at them and kirishima looked down in defeat. “proud of you!” kirishima said giving you a big thumbs up. “round 3 goes to class B!” your dad said and you smiled at your uncle shota.

you let them out and gave them each hugs. you looked up at sero and smiled at him. you didnt really talk to him but you can say he seems nice and he’s insanely attractive. “good job out there” you praised and smiled at him as you walked back towards the other students as some prepared for round 4.

he blushed and looked down scratching the back of his neck. “you were great out there i mean being able to lift jiro and on the first try? im impressed” he said giving you one of his smiles you know he was known for. the two classes gave you knowing glances and gossiped at the interaction.

“well i have to go talk to my dad i’ll see you around?” you told him. “were uh hosting a dinner like last year if you wanted to come i mean uh- class B is invited but you uh know” he stammered and smile shyly and you giggled. “i’d love to hanta” you said giving him the hug you never gave him earlier and waved bye at him.

you walked over to your dad and uncle shota and smiled at them. “hey dad!” you said slinging your arms around his shoulders as he was sitting down commenting. he turned the microphone off and looked st you. “i see you getting comfortable witha certain tape boy” he quirked an eyebrow at you.

you rolled your eyes playfully and shook your head. “just friends dad” you said smirking st your uncle shota. “believe me hizashi, hanta sero isna good boy promise if y/n wants to potentially pursue something with him i fully support it” shota said and you smiled. “daddy i may not know him too well but he’s so cute” you gushed and gave your dad puppy eyes and a pout.

“fine” he gave in and you high fived your uncle. “on one condition i can yell st his face if he hurts you” your dad said putting out a pinky for you to promise. you interlinked the pinkys and he smiled at you. you ran to kendo gripping her arm with the biggest smile on your face. the girls from both classes caught on and came over to hear the gossip.

“im nervous though!” you exclaimed sitting criss cross apple sauce on the floor. “this is sero he’s been subtly dropping hints for months i mean you’re all he ever talks about!” mina says excitedly. “wait really?” you asked your eyes widened in surprise.

“yea since like the first day we met you!” hagakure said full of energy gripping your arm. you thought about that day and how well you got along with them easily.

you knocked on the door and slid it open. “oh its my niece everyone meet y/n yamada” aizawa presented you and you smiled and waved at them. “hi y/n” the class exclaimed together. “hey guys!” you chirped and looked at your uncle shota.

you two were polar opposites. you were the sweetheart energetic girl and he was the sleepy moody teacher. your personality was exactly like your dads. “it is incredibly nice to meet all of you” you said to them sweetly.

“yamada? as in present mic?” one rose his hand and asked you. “yes uh..” you trailed off wanting to know his name. “tenya iida maam!” he got up and bowed down to you and you visibly blushed at the action. “nice to meet you tenya iida” you smiled.

“so is your quirk similar to your dads or?” a green haired boy asked and you smiled softly. “im adopted so my quirk isnt quite similar to my dads. mine’s telekinesis so its way different from his” you answered his question and smiled and he scribbled things down on a notebook.

“is your hair naturally like that considering you are adopted?” a pink girl asked and you shook your head no. “recently dyed it to match his, im a natural brunette” you answered so many of their questions before your uncle shota kicked you out.

“sero never shuts up about you” mina says and explaining his sadness over why you never talked to him, ever. “okay its not cause i hate him or anything he seems like such a sweetheart i just now that i look at it was too nervous to utter a word in his presence cause i mean look at him” you rambled on and gestured towards sero.

“tonight make a move!” mina said excitedly and clutched your arm giggling. maybe you will.

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you entered the class 2A dorm complex with kendo by your side. you were nervous and you made sure your outfit looked nice. you smoothed down your shirt for the 20th time since you started the walk to the dorms and kendo clutched your hands.

“okay quit being nervous!” she says with love and gives you a hug. “your outfit is so cute you look as beautiful as always its just talking to a boy you’ll be fine” she smiles and you smile too.

“yay youre here!” mina says greeting the both of you. “HEY WHATS UP MAN!” tetsutetsu slightly pushed you out of the way to greet eijiro. “HEY!” you said in tetsutetsu’s direction and he turned around and let out a meep sorry.

mina grabs yours and kendo’s hands and drags you over to the girls. “wait shouldn’t-“ kendo said as mina giggles and drops your hand leaving you in front of sero and she continues to drag kendo along. “hey” he said smiling down at you. you could tell he seemed nervous.

“hey hanta” you said trying to sound confident albeit you were very nervous. “are you hungry? bakugo cooked the dishes” he said pointing towards the food and you smiled. “im starving” you said tucking a strand of your straight hair behind your ear.

he led you towards the table and he grabbed a plate. he asked what you wanted and he placed them onto the plate for you. you sat down in the kitchen bar together away from your combined classmates. he set it down in front of you. “what would you like to drink?” he said as he gestured towards the options. you shrugged off your jacket as you looked at the options.

“hmm waters fine” you said softly as he grabbed it and he placed it in front of you. he sat next to you and you dug in to the food. you hummed in content as the delicious food came in contact with your taste buds. “yea we get meals like this almost everyday” sero laughed at your reaction.

“yea we got tetsutetsu and monoma trying to cook us breakfast and dinner everyday never ends up looking pretty” you giggled taking more bites. he chuckled softly at your comment and you smile at him. “so uh a question for you” he says starting conversation and you listened intently.

“why have you never talked to me? im the only one you havent spoken much to and i mean koda rarely talks but you’ve had meaningful conversations with him so..” he trailed off as he made eye contact with you. “i was always nervous” you admit and drank your water. “i mean look at you woo!” you said playfully fanning yourself and you blushed at your tiny confession.

he smiled at this and grew confident which you found hot. “so tell me about yourself. i wanna catch up with what i’ve missed out on for the past year” he said staring at you and you smiled. “okay” you said quietly taking another sip from your water. “full name?” he asks and you smile knowing his game.

“y/n m/n yamada” you answered and he quickly asked another. “height? you seem to be very..” he trailed off as he showed with his hands indicating he meant tiny. “5’3” you said and he nodded. “wait let me guess yours” you said looking at him. “go for it” he said and you squinted your eyes at him. “hmmmm i guess 6’2” you said and he smirked. “6’3” he said shrugging and you widened your eyes.

“i was so close!” you exclaimed grabbing his elbow and laughing softly. at the touch of your elbow he let a single piece of tape come out and he blushed. “aww” you said as you grabbed it and he cut it. you noticed it wasnt double sided and found a marker nearby. “this is going up in my dorm” you giggled as you wrote on it.

“ta-da!” you smiled showing him what you wrote and he blushed. you wrote cellophane + telekin = <3. “does this mean a date is in the cards for us?” he asked you and you shrugged playfully. “i mean is that you asking? cause if so maybe try again” you joked with him and giggled.

“be right back” he held up a finger and you smiled as you watched him walk away rushing somewhere. you turn around eating more of the food and turning back around to find sero walking towards you. he had something behind his back and kept it there taking a seat.

“before i ask you lets carry on our conversation?” he asked you and you nodded. “uhh obviously im adopted. my dad adopted me when i was 6 so around the same age as eri” you started and he nodded along listening intently. “my biological parents had died in a hero mission” you said revealing to him your parents were pro heros.

“i never told anyone that so youre kind of the first to know my parents were pros” you smiled softly and he nodded along watching you. “hizashi adopted me said he wanted more joy in his life and well thats me!” you said with a big smile.

you continued on and he would chime in when appropriate. “okay now” he started and you smiled at him. he had his hand behind his back the whole time and he pulled it out revealing flowers. “i asked yao-momo to make them” he admitted shyly. “and asked kendo what your favorite flowers are” he gave you a smile and you blushed.

“y/n m/n yamada can i take you out on a date please?” he asked extending the flowers out to you. “yes you can hanta sero” you said accepting them and he nervously pulled you into a hug. “this is okay right?” he asked and you giggled embracing him. “more than okay” you whispered and he squeezed you.

“YAYYY!!!” you heard mina yell out throughout the common room and you pulled apart laughing. “mina chill out!!” kirishima said placing a hand on her shoulder. “DID HE DO IT?!??!?” you heard your dad and you pulled a confused face. “was my dad behind this too?” you asked sero and he smirked. “how else was i going to get permission to date the y/n yamada” he said pulling you into him.

[ciaossu-imagines]

GROUP PROMPTS, FANMIXES, AU'S & EXTRAS - MASTERLIST (PART 1)

KHR Fandom prompt

Running Music Mix

Thoughts on Enma & Tsuna's friendship

Songs for Gokudera, Squalo, Fran, Kikyo & Xanxus

Disney based KHR Fanmix

Who in KHR prefers to do hair or get their hair done

How do some KHR characters behave at a fancy Mafia Gala

Relationship between Ken, Chrome, and Chikusa

KHR - Assorted Oregano headcanons

KHR - The Arcobaleno camp together

KHR - Elena NSFW headcanons

KHR - Daemon x Elena Fanmix

KHR - Hibari x Mukuro Fanmix

KHR - Who, between Ryohei and Verde, would be better at what

KHR - Reborn x Tsuna Fanmix

KHR - Random Romario headcanon

Vongola Guardians "Which friend' prompt

Shimon Family 'Which friend' prompt

Arcobaleno 'Which friend' prompt

KHR fandom prompt

KHR - What animal would Tsuyoshi Yamamoto be

KHR fandom prompt

Free!! - Makoto Tachibana relationship headcanons

Free!! - Makoto Tachibana assorted SFW & NSFW headcanons

KHR - Tsuyoshi Yamamoto spending the day with his grandchildren

KHR - Tsuyoshi Yamamoto when his son was born

Yu Yu Hakusho fandom prompt

Who out of Bel, Gamma, and Yuni would be best at what

KHR - Uri's reaction to not being able to eat the whole day

KHR - The Bloody Twins background

Karneval fandom prompt

Death Parade Fandom prompt

Overwatch fandom prompt

Who from Karneval & Bungou Stray Dogs would dress up as each other for Halloween

Who from Durarara and Ao no Exorcist would dress up as each other for Halloween

Sailor Moon fandom prompt

Eyeshield 21 fandom prompt

The Arcobaleno competing in a tournament against each other

Oregano's s/o is accidentally killed by a colleague

Who from Tsuna's family is most likely to die in which way

Who from KHR has non-stop puns

KHR fandom prompt

The Kokuyo Gang with a swear jar

X-Men: Evolution fandom prompt

Gokudera/Reader/Tsuna/Yamamoto polyship Fanmix

KHR - Vongola Decimo Generation Coffee Shop AU!

Who from Nanbaka and Katekyo Hitman Reborn would dress up as the other for Halloween?

Who from Boku no Hero Academia and Katekyo Hitman Reborn would dress up as the other for Halloween?

Boku no Hero Academia & KHR Crossover fandom prompt

Eyeshield 21 & KHR crossover fandom prompt

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  The RPG.net Rants

Uncensored, Unforgettable and Uncorrected

2002 was the year I first started to post stories for the amusement of others. (Aside from that shameful X-FILES fan fiction of course.) I began with these gaming anecdotes that I shared on the forums of RPG.net, a relatively safe haven for me at the time. They were strange little tales told in a kind of screenplay format that I used when I sketched out story dialogue.

The first one was pretty simple but as they went on they became more and more grandiose but they were raw and fun little bits of humor. I never bothered to proofread the things or set up any real kind of coherence or internal continuity- although snippets of these tales do show up in PRICE BEAKS AND HEARTACHES.

I'm posting them to the blog so I can add them to version of THE BINDER OF SHAME I keep here. I will do the first two today and then set up one a week until they're all there.

I've moved on a lot since I first created them but many of the folks that first came to know me through them are still reading my work now and they still keep finding new readers all the time.

If you have no idea what I am talking about prepare to be amazed, amused and offended.

And be warned these stories appear exactly as I did when I posted them on the forums. I haven't tried to edit them for fear of diluting their raw power.

Also I'm pretty damn lazy...

1.) The Team That Couldn't Shoot Straight

2.) The day I killed the entire party before the first combat encounter

3.) A Night At The Inn, A Day At The Racists

4.) The God Trip

5.) Achy Breaky Mythos

6.) Monty Python Mishaps In The Deepest Pit Of Homebrew Hell

7.) Kobayashi Maru With Random Violence and Supermodels

8.) What Do You Mean You Lost My Wife's Kidney?

9.) Never Leave Your Nads Behind

10.) Death By Thumbs

11) Night Of The Caped Cadavers

12.) Cannibals, Rednecks And Transgendered Astronauts

13.) Trapped In Jedi Academy

14.) Reservoir Torgs

15.) The Wrong Room In Ryleh

16.) The Great Gamma World Death March

17.) The Bad Rifts Project

18.) The D&D Session That Mostly Wasn't

19.) The Prequel Trilogy I: The Creep On The Boarderlands

20.) The Prequel Trilogy II: The Dead Guy Gets The Pizzas

21.) The Prequel Trilogy III: All Hands On Dec

22.) The Last Straw Trilogy Part One: Warhammer The Spoilers Generation

23.) The Last Straw Trilogy Part Two: Talisman- This Time Its Personal

24.) The Last Straw Trilogy Part Three: Once More With Filking

25.) Vampire The Mass Kid Raid: A postscript

The Binder of Shame 

The Second Edition

1.) The Dammed Treasure of Lord deGreasy 2.) Crisis On Infinite Jerks 3.) With A Pinch Of Assault 4.) The Good, The Bad And The Feces

  The Binder of Shame 

  Unfinished Campaigns

Where The Hell Is Harry 

Maimed