#you can make yourself fly using telekinesis as well as making other things fly!

[freakshowtwopointoh]

Hi!! Can I request jealous Jordan li where reader is spending a lot of time with someone else, maybe for a school project or something and Jordan notices and is like, nope, not happening, this one's mine bc they're so in love with reader and want all of the attention

Whew, that was a lot, haha,

Thank you!!!!

*not sure if u want established partners or situationship w feelings or something else, but i think imma go with situationship bc thats always the vibe for jordan lol if u want more established relationship lmk*

Debate club was a sensible extracurricular, and you had been doing it since your school stopped having model UN in 9th grade. It wasn't your favorite thing in the world, but you liked to argue, so it worked out. This week, you were arguing the "for" case with your teammate for the semester, Blake Mathers. He's a grating sophomore with floppy hair, and telekinesis powers you've only seen him use to enable his own laziness. The head of the club was nice enough, but he was insistent on "teamwork" when you'd much rather write alone. It was exhausting, trying to filter your thoughts and opinions, and allowing others to shine was not your style.

You try to pay attention to what Blake was saying about the topic, but all you were thinking about was Jordan Li. Ever since you made out at one of Dusty's infamous parties, they had invaded your senses and your thoughts. They'd catch you staring during class, or you'd wear a tiny skirt to a party, and you'd end up in a closet, or a car, or a bedroom, all limbs and heavy breathing.

"Um, hello? Did you hear me?" You shake your head.

"Sorry. Say that again?"

"The argument we wrote yesterday. It's gone - my computer got fucked." Ah, crap. This is the second time Blake's stupidity has made you re-do work. You'd done some research at the start of the week, and he'd forgotten to mention the topic had been changed. You sigh.

"Well, fuck. Alright, let's go back to the library then." You turn around and start walking, trying not to show your disappointment. You'd been hoping to "run into" Jordan at the JitterBean - hence the tight-ass skinny jeans.

Waste of an outfit, you think bitterly, pushing open the glass doors and setting up at the table that you and Blake had been using to do your assignments. Thankfully you'd saved your notes from yesterday, so you began reconstructing your argument while Blake screwed off.

You weren't paying much attention to what he was doing until you saw him fucking with Justine. Now there's some bullying you can get behind. You giggle, and watch as he makes another paper airplane fly around her head. She glares over at him and storms out, which makes you laugh out loud. The librarian glares, and you exchange a guilty look with Blake before getting back into writing.

The afternoon goes by easily after that. You were vaguely aware of other students milling about or studying nearby, but you were in the zone. Finally, at almost 8, the argument was done, and you saved it in multiple places just in case.

You wave goodbye to Blake, happy that the session went reasonably ok and the work was done. Saturday's debate was going to be a blast.

"Have fun on your little date with Mathers?" Jordan was leaning against the outside wall of the library, expression unreadable.

"Is the infamous Jordan Li jealous?" Their eyes harden slightly.

"Not jealous, just lookin out for you. He's a moron." They begin walking beside you, not acknowledging how unhinged they were behaving. Just looking out for you? If they weren't so damn hot, you might slap them. But the fact that they were asking meant.... something, right? You ignored how that made your heart swoop and just kept walking.

"We have debate club together, and he keeps fucking shit up, that's all." You say, in spite of yourself. If you were smarter, you'd let them wonder what you were doing with him. But you couldn't keep from looking at them, and feeling disappointed you can't make out any relief in their eyes. But then, their arm is snaked around your waist and their lips are at your ear.

"You wear those skin fucking tight jeans to just study with him?" You grit your teeth, forcing your mouth to not say what you wanted so desperately to say: 'No, I wore them for you, and you're clearly the idiot if you can't tell that I am so wrapped around your finger that I will dress up just in case I see you.' and just roll your eyes instead. They let their hand slide from your waist to your back pocket, daring you to stop them. And of course you don't. With every inch their hand travels, your heart skips another beat. When they squeeze your ass ever so slightly, a whimper sneaks out before you can stop it.

And with that, you're being pressed against a tree and their lips are on your neck.

"Fuck, J." You curse as their teeth sink into your skin.

"You're mine, baby. Only mine." They murmur in your ear.

"Always have been." You say back, almost moaning as they continue their assault on your neck. They pull away at this.

"Yeah? That why you're spending all your time with Mathers and co instead of me, in such," They pause to run their hands on your hips, pulling you tight against them. "delicious clothes."

"I thought you weren't jealous." You murmur, sliding your hand up their back. "But I wore these, and what's underneath, for you and you alone. He's just a moron who's forced me to re-do my work twice this week alone."

"Oh, you poor baby. Let me take you up and make everyone hear who really owns you." You barely hold back a moan as they drag you up to your dorm to fulfill their promise.

[berylcups]

I feel bad because this is my 3rd ask in less than 24 hrs, lmao 😭 anyway... I think u said you had pt.3 brainrot rn? Me too lmaoo, could you do hcs of the crusaders with an s/o who's standing kinda works like Wanda's powers from Marvel? I think that would be dope asf, tyty!!! 🩵

Hey sorry for the long wait! I assumed you meant Wanda from the MCU cannon so that’s what I based readers power off of since her powers are kinda vagueish. (Telekinesis and mind control) I hope this is what you have had in mind-if not please forgive me 😭😭😭 (it’s been forever since I watched a marvel movie…I think Black Panther was the last one? Damn that’s a long time ago!)

SDC X Reader who has powers like Wanda

CW: poopoo mention? Idk nothing really! But be forewarned- I love toilet humor and so does Araki it seems lmao

Notes: I based this off of the MCU Wanda and her powers. I did some research just to make xtra sure since my Marvel knowledge is a lil rusty! But I hope everyone enjoys!

Joseph

“Next you’ll say—I’m going to take control of your body gramps! …wait hold on a minute.”

He’s amused by your abilities! He wants to see you take control of poor bystanders or his grandson and make them do harmless embarrassing things. Silly things like doing a stupid dance, picking their nose, farting loudly in public, just really crude juvenile behavior. You think with him being the oldest he would act the most mature!

Jotaro

“…Stay out of my head bitch/bastard.” He grumbled.

He acts all cool and collected, unaffected by the power of your stand. But internally he’s sweating buckets. The ability to mind control and move objects is a very valuable ability. He’s happy you’re an ally and not one of Dios minions…but if you are, he’s willing to take you on! But he’s going to have to think hard on how to find and exploit your weaknesses!

He really wants to see you in action. Taking control of Steely Dan would have taken a lot of stress out of the whole lovers debacle.

Kakyoin

He thinks your abilities are cool! He’s actually really excited but is too shy to show it. He likes how you can control minds, Hierophant green can control bodies like puppets too. 🙂 it makes him feel good to have something in common with someone.

He does wonder if you can use your telekinesis to play video games or if it takes more concentration to do so… it seems like a good experiment to test out for him! (And me too… I wanna play my switch without having to worry about joycon drift 🥲)

Avdol

Magical! He’s intrigued! He would love to test your limits and help you hone your skills.

He wonders how strong of will you can take control of and how much weight you can carry with your telekinesis.

“My will is strong and my mind is clear. Just try and take control of me!”

Polnareff

“Mind control and telekinesis?! Niiiice. There’s so many things I need you to do!”

He respects your powers and he means well but… he really wants to see you use your powers for shits and giggles.

He wants to see you manipulate objects in front of nonstand users and take control of others minds to make it seem like they are being haunted.

“Tell the madame she’s forever doomed if she doesn’t date the beautiful man with the perfectly styled hair!”

…Don’t do it. He needs to earn love the RIGHT way 😅

Iggy

“Im just a dog. What are you expecting from me???”

*farts*

If you use telekinesis to pick him up he’s gonna PANIC 😱 here we come—Flying Dog!!!

Please fly him above Polnareff so he can fulfill his dream of shitting on his head like a bird. And so he can get revenge on all the other birds that shit on him by shitting back.

He will be your best friend ever after that. No joke. You got yourself a new dog.

[queentheweeb]

Bully Midoriya X Female Reader X Victim Bakugo

A/N: Deku and Bakugo switch heights and personalities. Deku has telekinesis and OFA

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You and Bakugo always had a strange relationship with Deku that no one seemed to understand besides the three of you. When all three of you were kids Bakugo and yourself used to always follow Deku around because he was honestly the coolest person that the two of you knew at the time. Bakugo would always want to play heroes with him but Deku used to always tell him that he was childish, and that game was for losers like him. Bakugo never took offense to anything that was thrown at him even you! Deku used to call you a damsel in distress or someone who always needed help with everything and can never figure out how to do things for themselves. Just like Bakugo you never took any offense to the vulgarities that spewed from his mouth at such a young age. You remember an incident clearly in the woods.

*Flashback started*

“I am the leader everyone else has to follow behind me! Now move!” Deku didn’t wait to see if any of us was following him because he knew that we were. One of the first people to follow him was Bakugo himself with you closely behind them. You always thought that Deku was a little mean for no reason but Bakugo was able to convince you that, that’s just the way he was and to not take anything he said or may have done to you to heart.

“Deku you’re so cool! I would love to be able to move things at will! I can make stuff go boom though!” Bakugo was digging for praise from Deku. Bakugo sometimes got praise from teachers and other students but was always outshined by Deku which bothered you but, Bakugo didn’t seem to have minded the takeaway of attention.

“Well duh! I am the coolest around and you’re just a stupid loser like L/N! It’s a good thing that I’m here you two would be lost without me!” Bakugo was attempting to speed up and walk beside Deku but Deku quickly put Bakugo in his place by using his quirk on him.

“Why did you do that?” Bakugo gasped as he was floated up high and then dropped harshly on the ground the sound of Deku and his crew's harsh laugh resounding throughout the forest. You were watching all of this from afar, but you were afraid to get involved not wanting to be sent flying either. There was a cliff right next to you with a stream at the bottom and you had zero to no interest in going down there.

“You have no right to be walking beside me, who do you think you are?” Deku’s eyes glowed a dangerous green his hair sticking as sticks and stones floated around him. He growled at Bakugo who wisely shut up and looked away trying to hide from his view. Deku was pleased as he let the sticks and stones go back down to the ground “That’s exactly what I thought. Stay in your place. At least L/N knows where she belongs.” For good measure, Deku threw a rock at the ash-blonde kid who whimpered when the rock made contact. You decided to try and help once Deku left laughing at his expense.

“Kacchan?” It was an endearing nickname that Deku used to call him before he got his quirk and found out that he was better. Honestly, it was crazy that both were crazy strong!

“Hey L/N-chan, I’m okay.” He looked away wiping at his face not wanting you to notice the tear stains on his face, but it was already too late. You took a tissue out of the little bag you always carried with you everywhere you went and handed one to him. “Thank you…” You hummed happily letting him clean his self-up before he got up and held out his hand to you

“You want to hold my hand?” He looked bashfully away but continued to hold out his hand toward you

“Yeah, that’s what best friends are for and you’re going to be my wife one day! I have to protect you even if it’s from Deku!” You just giggled happily as the both of you run hand in hand to catch up with Deku.

*Flashback ended*

Ever since then Deku just continued to treat Katsuki like shit all throughout middle school and the teachers never scolded him for the harassment and bullying. They seemed to just blatantly ignore him which did nothing for his ego and narcissism but, who were we? Just childhood friends that seemed to have just been a stepping stone he needed to get to the top. As you thought about that, you looked down at your acceptance letter from U.A and looked over at the acceptance letter given to Bakugo. “Deku is going to love this,” Bakugo said nothing except give you a wobbly smile.

*Time-skip to school*

You flinched back at the chair that was tossed in your direction but, it was not aimed at you. No. Deku had found out that you and Katsuki were going to U.A and he was not pleased in the slightest

“WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” Another chair along with a desk was tossed and you wisely ducked behind the teacher’s desk to avoid being hit even though Kats was having a hard time dodging.

“W-WHY A-A-ARE YOU S-SO A-ANGRY1?” Kats was scared and you’ll be a liar if you said you weren’t scared either. A pissed-off Deku was never a good Deku. You would take insulting arrogant Deku any day of the week all day over a livid one.

“BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU ARE BETTER THAN ME BUT YOU’RE NOT. YOU’RE A PEBBLE ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD THAT NEEDS TO GET OUT OF MY WAY.” Deku threw the rest of the desks at Kats in a flurry of rage and all he was able to do was duck and hide behind the desk with you. The both of you were holding each other close while covering each other’s heads. Jesus this boy needed anger management PRONTO. You both stood there long after the cursing and heated footsteps stomped away too nervous to move.

“I think we can move now,” Kats said nothing except nod as the two of you slowly peeked over the desk, and when you saw a very messed up classroom but no mop of green hair you two moved.

“I think we should clean up and then go home.” You nodded in agreement with him the two of you working quickly to clean up the classroom. Once done the two of you walked home since both of you lived in the same neighborhood.

*Present time now at U.A*

You would think that with everything that happened between the three of you there would be no room for change and improvement but to your astonishment and Kats' pride, Deku went through some major character development. He was even nicer to the two of you while still not losing the brash and angry attitude that just made him him.

“Hey, space head I’m talking to you!” You jolted out of your musings to look at Deku who was scowling at your lapse of attention. “Damn took you long enough, you and Kacchan are going to train with me after this class.” You nodded knowing he wouldn’t take no for an answer-well he would, but he wouldn’t like it-. You looked over at Kats who gave you a smile and wink meaning he had already been told. This became a regular thing for the three of you now. You guys ate lunch together, studied together, trained together, and did other things as well. It was such a nice change of pace, especially coming from Deku and you accepted it with open arms. “Pay attention.” You grimaced when you were karate chopped on the head but opt to do as you were told to avoid another head chop from the angry broccoli. Soon enough class ended and Deku was rushing the two of you out and straight to the training grounds. He didn’t like to wait he saw no point in going to the dorms. “You guys have 5 minutes to change before I come and get you.” With that said he turned and went somewhere while you and Kats looked at each other and swiftly went to the bathroom to change. He didn’t let you guys go to the locker rooms but, that was fine. Before you knew it all three of you were out in the training grounds in a triangle.

“What’s the plan this time?” You looked at the two of them but were concerned when Deku licked his lips a maddening grin on his lips.

“No boundaries.” That was the only warning the two of you got before Deku charged at Bakugo using full cowling and somehow, he decided to rain down rocks and boulders on you forcing you to use your speed to maneuver and dodge. It was like this for about 2 hours straight no breaks until all three of you could barely move.

“You’re a beast.” You glared slightly at Deku but all he did was smirk as the three of you made your way to your favorite tree. When you got there all three of you plopped down both Kats and you snuggling into Deku who grumbled in annoyance but nevertheless wrapped his arms around the two of you and closed his eyes to bask in the afternoon sun. He never went to sleep, but he would let the two of you get your rest until it was time to go back. This relationship made perfect sense to the three of you but, did this relationship make any sense to anyone else? No, it didn’t.

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Don’t know how to feel about this. Thoughts?

[catsbrew-blogs]

Oh dear did I forget to mention these powers have drawbacks? Well, you’ve already chosen so there is no use in whining about it now. 

Telekinesis: Using your powers depletes the iron in your body at an incredible rate. Prolonged use of your powers causes shortness of breath, easy bruising, chest pains, and blacking out. Warning signs of overuse are nose bleeds and a migraine. Have fun taking iron supplements for the rest of your life.

Shape Shifting: You have a time limit for how long you can hold a shift, it differs from person to person but it's best you learn how long you can unless you make the mistake of not shifting back in time. Whatever you turn into has a consciousness of its own the new consciousness comes with every impulse and desire of the species so you best hold tight to your own unless you want to be stuck as a dung beetle because you got distracted looking at poop.

Flight: Just because you’re built to fly doesn't mean you were meant to be in the air. Watch your speed as your fleshy body wasn't meant to handle mass acceleration and be sure to be vigilant as you never know whose airspace you're entering or occupying. Don’t wanna be shot down because you didn't warn the local military of your arrival.

Teleportation: Teleporting takes an immense amount of concentration as it requires a certain amount of knowledge of where you're going. You have to envision the place you wish to teleport because failure to do so will just plop you anywhere in the general vicinity. Let’s just say there have been a few cases of people suffocating in walls, floors, and submarine doors ...

Time Manipulation: When stopping time you only ever stop it for others while you yourself still experience it. The world will stand still while you still age. This in-between area of time also works very differently for you as well. You’re not able to interact with things stuck in time. Meaning you can’t eat or drink but you can still use technology so at least you’ll be entertained. 

Healing: Healing is a matter of taking the pain/wound and transferring it onto yourself, but don’t worry you also heal at a considerably higher rate about 75% faster than the average human does. However, If you attempt to heal a wound that would end in a fatality … well you won’t die but the wound would never heal, at least not correctly.

Super Speed: Caloric intact is important with super speed as you burn more calories the faster you need to go. You also need to keep intaking calories the longer you keep up the speed. So keep a snack that can withstand wind resistance unless you want to starve and perish going from point A to point B.  

Elemental Powers: You’re at liberty to attempt to use/combine them. But be warned your body is not invincible so every time you use your powers you put yourself at risk of their aftermath. That fireball may look sick as hell but it will still burn you to a crisp.

Invisibility: You’re only invisible to humans. Also, this power doesn't work on the clothes you’re wearing. You can still be seen by heat sensors. 

Super Strength: Your strength can never be turned off so you have to be very conscious of the amount you use every minute of every day. Swat a fly and you might break a window, lean on a wall and you might move the whole damn building. Every hug you give is now anxiety-inducing. Fun. 

[dark-eraser-publishing]

Hypothetical Rewrite: Ochaco Uraraka

Okay so here's on I know a lot of people were waiting for because a common criticism people had with MHA was its depiction of female characters which makes it worse do to the fact that the creator has shown that he could do so much with these characters but never lets them do anything plot relevant. And Uraraka is easily patient zero of this, because they are so many things that she's been shown to able to do in the main series that make her lack of relevancy worse especially with the fact with her and Ida being established as Midoriya's best friends and they get sideline in favor of Bakugo and Todoroki as the series progresses toward the finally. I will say this in advance that I will admit I have no idea how I can integrate Ida do to him and Kubo (The name for Midoriya that I'm using for the hypothetical rewrite and coming up with a character arc for him is hard) If you have any idea's let me know.

Back on topic in rewrite like I brought up in my part for All Might she's going to teach Airi something that will help her improve herself and truly become the greatest hero she can be. Her lesson; Love, now when I say that I don't mean love in a romantic sense (though that will happen) I also mean the ability to love yourself; making sure you put your well-being and happiness in high regards. I mean this is a lesson abuse victims should definitely learn a hell of a lot more than making nice with their abuser.

I want her to become the first real friend that Airi makes and become the one that encourages her to improve her mental state which in turn makes her quirk more powerful and make Airi a lot braver. Don't worry she's not going to be relegated to Manic Pixie Dream Girl status as she'll still have her reason for becoming a pro for the money and I thought with this level of relevancy that she should be someone that advocates for Japan's work ethics culture to change due to the fact of overwork/underpay is extremely rampant in the country to the point that population decline is an issue because of its work ethic (I know weebs are going to accuse me of xenophobia because I'm criticizing how capitalism is effecting Japan since it also applies to the anime and manga industry but they're objectively the last people you should talk to about when it comes to what it's like in Japan)

She also going to become the first person One for All's power amplification is going to work on due to their friendship and how it's going to work in her case is going to extend her reach in a way that will make it almost look like telekinesis and give her more time before she develops nausea. As for her fighting style while she is going to specialize in rescues more so, she will have learned aikido and systema just in case she'd have to fight back against any villains that could bring harm to others.

Now on the costume I honestly don't mind it too much especially because it has a massive resemblance to an astronaut but I thought that if we're trying to make the protagonist a shounen action hero that we need a partner that's on other side of the coin should be a magical girl protagonist. So the costume I'm thinking more a retro sci-fi aesthetic much like what the female characters in the Jetsons would wear with a cowl that goes over her head covering up her hair and that same cowl having a visor for extra protection and keep her from being nauseous; it also has an AR set that analyzes building structures, medical analysis, keeps in contact with allies, and up to date on villain activities.

The attire also has a pair of wrist and ankle bands that release air pressure that help her use her quirk to fly the same device is also on her belt. Her belt also is equipped with metal canisters that contain medicine, bandages, and a means of arresting villains as well as the canisters can be used to knock out an opponent using her quirk.

Name: Mochizuki Koroya

Hero: Starlight

Quirk: Zero Gravity

· Negates the gravity of any physical thing

[Part 2]

[nerdysleepybunny]

hihi! could i get a norman x fem reader where the reader was also at lambda and got experimented on. she has powers like eleven from stranger things so she joins his little minerva squad because her powers are very useful for many of the things they do. manga universe preferred if you can! ty!

I deeply apologize, but I’m afraid I haven’t read the manga yet! Though I’ll try my best to do what I can with what the anime shows us. Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): The Promised Neverland

Character(s): Norman

Reader: Feminine (she/you)

TW: Mentions of murder

Style: Hcs

Summary: Norman meets a new friend from the Lambda Project, with some interesting abilities.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

He first saw you through a window whilst walking down the halls. You were alone, with a row of small objects in front of you. You were glaring at the objects, and he stopped in his tracks. The demon and the worker watched as he walked up to the window, watching you with interest.

Your face finally relaxed after a few moments with nothing happening, and you squeezed your eyes shut, seeming to be thinking of something. Suddenly your eyes were wide open, face filled with rage. You stomped your foot and let out an angry shriek, and all the objects went flying in all directions. Norman was amazed.

“Who is she?” Norman asked, never letting his gaze leave you. “That’s subject (Y/N). She’s the newest member here.” “I’d like to meet with her.” The human hesitated, yet agreed. He made arrangements so the two could have free time together when Norman wasn’t doing tests.

Norman was sitting in his room, playing chess by himself, until the door to his room was burst open, and a guard was dragging you in by the arms. You were flailing and kicking, clearly trying to escape from the guard’s tight grip. He watched as you were shoved to the floor, and the door was slammed and locked shut.

You groaned and stood up, noticing the albino boy now in front of you. “Hello, my name is Norman.” You seemed to hesitate, feeling uneasy, shifting your weight from one side to the other and fiddling with your hands. “…….(Y/N).”

He smiled and extended his hand out to you, and you hesitantly shook it. “I heard you were new. How are you enjoying yourself here?” “…it’s fine I guess. They test my abilities a lot, then send me to my room for a bit before bringing me out for more tests. That’s all they’ve done the last few days.” “What are your abilities, if I may ask?” “Telekinesis. I can move things with my mind, and do some other stuff too.” “That’s cool!”

He walked back to his chess table and sat in his usual chair, offering you the seat across from his. Once you sat down, he reset the board, and made his first move. You glared at one of the pieces, and he watched as it slowly moved a space. After a few moves, he took note of the fact that the more you used your abilities the easier it got for you, each piece moving with less and less struggle. He eventually won, and you congratulated him. He shocked you when he praised you for getting so good at your abilities, yet you soon smiled and laughed, making a laugh erupt from the boy as well.

The guards were amazed at not only your friendship, but the progress you made with him. They decided to test you with Norman instead from now on, and were pleased as your skills improved much quicker. Norman was also pleased with the honor of being able to watch you grow and achieve more and more with each passing day.

He eventually let you in on his escape plan, knowing you could be of good assistance. You agreed to help, and just as he expected, you made the escape much easier than it would’ve been without you. You slammed demons through walls, sending them flying into different rooms. You killed guards with ease. You made any objects that would be of good use float right towards you, eventually earning you and Norman the keycard to a certain room, where you saved the “defects”, as they were called.

With the building in ruins and having everything you needed, all of you ran off together, ready to start planning for a new life without demons (that is, until Emma comes into play).

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

[northlight14]

Advice for those who want any type of relationship with someone, romantic, platonic, whatever, send them your shower thoughts or 3am thoughts.

Trust me it works. I spent most of high school messaging my friend shit like “is lava wet?”, “Flight is just less impressive telekinesis” and “a bath is just a reverse boat” and now we’re queer platonic partners so clearly this works😂

And as a fun bonus, you get to be in a relationship with someone who’s as weird as you!

“But what if they’re just put off or think I’m weird?” I hear you ask. Well if that’s the case, they’re boring and not worth it and you should move on.

[tired-teacher-blog]

Title : My one and only

Chapters : (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

Status : Ongoing

Characters : Pro hero Bakugo/ Pro hero fem reader

Genre : fluff/ will contain angst and smut in future chapters.

Summary : You’ve known Bakugo for many years, but never were you close, not even when you started dating him. However things change one night when you invite him over for dinner.

How will your relationship with the pro hero progress after that?

Please do not read if you’re a minor

NSFW content ahead

Explaining y/n’s quirk : Telekinesis is your quirk. You’re able to move objects mentally at a distance without the need to make any physical contact. You were able -through training- to develop your ability and use it on yourself in order to be able to fly.

Your power comes with a cost, since using it for extended periods of time leaves you mentally drained, but you’re constantly working on improving your stamina.

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

AO3

Previously

And even though you made it sound like an easy task to tackle, deep down you knew that you’ll be going through hard times..

Chapter 4 :

_ "This is exhausting." Katsuki sighed in frustration, as he leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling.

It has been the same for the past few weeks ever since the heroes learned about the villains' headquarters being nowhere else than the middle of the city.

Everyone has been working day and night to find a way to bring down the organization without jeopardizing civilians' lives.

And Katsuki's face was enough proof. The deepening dark circles under his eyes as well as his unshaven face and messy hair said it all.

_ "Can I come in?" You spoke softly from the other side of the door.

_ "Yeah come in." His groggy tired voice signaled to you to enter his office.

You smiled as soon as your eyes met his, and walked right into his extended arms.

_ "Hey trouble maker." That was his nickname for you, ever since the day you threatened the chief of police to sue him when he asked the heroes to hand over their findings and withdraw from the case because they were unable to "come up with something good" as he had put it. That day Katsuki's heart swelled with pride.

_ "Come on that's enough work for today." You murmured against his fluffy hair as he pulled you on his lap and rested his face in the crook of your neck.

_ "I can't leave now, we're working against the clock." He sounded understandably worn out and it broke your heart that you were unable to comfort him, so you decided to push a little further this time because he really needed some rest.

_ "Please Katsuki do it for me, have a break just for tonight." You ran your fingers through his hair before continuing "Let's go home, have dinner together and watch a movie or something.. just anything to take your mind off of work." You practically pleaded and he could easily sense your anguish.

_ "Alright babe, let's go to my place tonight"

You giggled feeling his soft lips against your skin as he spoke, and you could relax a little knowing that he was finally willing to take it easy.

You finished dinner and each took a shower before settling down on his comfy couch.

You felt a little awkward since you were wearing one of his t shirts that barely covered your upper thighs. Him on the other hand was having a blast, sitting you down on his lap and caressing your luscious legs as the smell of his own shampoo tickled his senses everytime he nuzzled your hair.. he wouldn't trade it for the world.

_ "So, what do you wanna watch?" He mumbled softly, placing gentle kisses behind your ear.

_ "Umm.. anything.. anything is fine." You didn't mean to sound nervous but you did.

You were suddenly aware of the position you two were in. Sure, you've been fairly intimate before, hell! His lips have been to places on your body no one else's were allowed to be, but for some reason it felt different tonight. You were overly sensitive to his touch.

Was it due to exhaustion? Or maybe because you weren't able to be alone together for a while.. whatever the reason, it got you all worked up.

And apparently Katsuki was able to sense your discomfort since you kept fidgeting on top of him.

_ "Hey beautiful what's the matter?"

_ "No! It's nothing really!" Your response came out louder and stiffer than you intended it to be, and it was enough for him to understand that something was up. He didn't ask again though, he settled for pulling you even closer to him and wrapping one arm around your waist while the other was still lazily tracing your legs.

You wanted to explain yourself but what exactly were you supposed to say? To be honest, the idea of sex had been running through your mind for a while, but you were never brave enough to bring it up.

And Katsuki has always been careful with you, always treated you right and never pushed you to do anything you're not comfortable doing.

So it was up to you to voice your desire, but you were too embarrassed to do so.

_ "Katsuki.." You stopped after uttering his name because you had no idea how to proceed, and moved to straddle him instead.

His eyes widened at first, he thought you two were about to watch something on TV so what was happening?

You tried as best as you could to keep your composure, but failed miserably. You cupped his cheeks in your shaky hands and leaned in to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

You felt his fingers stroking your sides as if attempting to ease your nerves, and indeed it worked. You suddenly felt a little braver so you smiled and kissed him again, passionately, deeply, and he groaned into your mouth before nibbling on your lower lip teasingly.

_ "What's up with you tonight babe? You've never been so persistent." His eyes were heavy and kind of intimidating, but you couldn't back down before letting him know what you wanted.

You pressed your hips down on him and moved in slow circles.

_ "I want you." Simple as that! You knew your words would do something, he flinched in surprise and moved back a little looking for any signs of playfulness because honestly, he didn't think you truly meant any of it.. he found none.

_ "You.. you want to.." It was the first time that you ever saw his flustered side and you loved it.

_ "Yes, I do." You answered much more confident, and moved your hand down to ghost over his awakening bulge.

_ "Ahh fuck.." He breathed out, forehead resting on your shoulder "You better not change your mind gorgeous."

_ "I would never! I'm dead serious, I want.. Wait! I'm about to fall Katsuki!" He gave you no chance to finish your sentence and immediately cupped your butt cheeks and lifted you up carrying you to his bedroom.

He practically threw you on his bed before staring down at you with animalistic eyes. He was going to devour you whole, you knew it and you couldn't wait any longer.

Your shirt -his shirt- rode up your thighs even higher and you desperately tried to pull it down but Katsuki's playful arms prevented you from doing so. He pinned your wrists on top of your head with one hand, while the other roamed your exposed legs, giving your flesh tempting squeezes here and there. He enjoyed having you squirming underneath him as he teased you mercilessly.. And you wanted more.

_ "Katsuki.. please.." You hoped he would understand and he did, but he wanted you to say it loud and clear.

_ "What is it beautiful? Tell me."

_ "More.. please.." That's all you could utter, and that's all he needed to hear.

He released your wrists at once and swiftly removed your shirt.

_ "Beautiful.." He breathed out gazing at you with lust filled eyes.

This wasn't a new occurrence, he had seen your naked body before, he had touched and kissed it all over, but it had always stopped there.

The realization that tonight was different, filled you both with excitement.

You instinctively spread your legs and he happily settled himself between them, leaning in further to kiss a perfect line from your throat to your cleavage.

He fondled your nipples and you arched your back moaning his name and threading your fingers through his hair.

His lips moved lower and lower and lower until they were right above your covered pussy.

He looked up smirking before grazing his teeth over your sensitive skin and biting your panties down, leaving you completely naked.

You tried to squeeze your legs together as you suddenly felt self conscious, but the strong hold on your thighs kept them apart.

_ "It's okay babe don't be shy." He cooed kissing your inner thigh before looking up again and placing a gentle peck on your gushing pussy.

He didn't want to rush anything, he wanted you to enjoy your first time with him.

His sneaky tongue prodded you, licking around your clit before sucking it hungrily.

Your hold on his hair tightened and he groaned into your core almost driving you over the edge.

You squeezed your thighs around his neck and he loved it, so much so that his hand traveled down to his hard cock, pulling it out and pumping it lazily.

His tongue carried on assaulting your fluttering pussy, slowly digging deeper into your warmth and licking around your gummy walls.

_ "Katsuki.. wait.. I can't.." You wailed arching your back and squeezing around his neck even tighter.

_ "It's fine babe let go, cum for me." His erotic words and raspy voice did it, you tensed up as your orgasm washed over you and he kept lapping at your quivering pussy until you finally settled.

_ "That was really good." He growled with a smirk, sitting up and licking his glistening lips. "Fuck you're beautiful." He breathed out and gazed at you through half lidded eyes, hand still pumping his raging hard cock as he did.

You reached out a trembling arm and touched the spewing head earning yourself a low groan and an airy "fuck".

And that seemed to have given you enough confidence to sit up and replace his hand with your own, rocking it eagerly and watching his expressions. He soon started moving against you, slowly fucking your hand. He clenched his jaw and grabbed your wrist as his pace quickened, but he suddenly yanked your hand and fell on top of you breathing heavily. And for a moment you couldn't understand the reason until he spoke into your ear:

_ "Not yet babe, not until I'm inside of you."

His words fed your anticipation but the garments between your bodies were frustrating.

_ "Katsuki.. take off your clothes." You wouldn't have dared uttering those words calmly if your face wasn't planted in his shoulder. He immediately sat up, removing his shirt and sweatpants along with his underwear before leaning back into you.

Amazing.. your hot naked bodies touching, hugging, feeling..

You kissed his shoulder and smoothed a hand along his back, marveling at the way his muscles flexed under your palm and against your chest.

One of his hands traveled under your back pulling you even closer to him, while the other caressed your leg before squeezing your luscious thigh and bringing it over his waist.

You gasped at the new position.. your pussy was flush against his cock.

This was it! This was new. You've never touched that way before and the things you were about to do finally felt real.

He sensed your anxiety and kissed it away.

_ "It's gonna be okay babe, I'll be gentle with you I promise. And if you're having second thoughts then that's fine too, we don't have to go any further tonight." His gentle voice and soft touches melted the remnant bits of hesitation left in you.

_ "No Katsuki, I don't want to stop now, I want this." You answered rolling your hips up weakly against his to make your point. And as if on cue, you felt the smooth head gently prodding your pussy while Katsuki held you securely, kissing everywhere his lips reached. His soft pecks distracted you until he was completely inside, and that's when he stopped for a moment looking deeply into your eyes and anticipating your permission to move.

_ "Katsuki, it's fine, don't stop." Your insides burnt in yearning, and so did his, you both moaned as soon as he started moving in and out of your heat.

You dug your nails in his arms and tilted your head back as he carried on thrusting at a steady pace.

You whimpered slurring his name and begging him to go faster, and he gladly did, sitting up and squeezing your sides to keep you planted underneath him as he fucked you into the mattress.

You were close to climaxing again, and you could easily tell he was too, but you wanted to be wrapped up in his arms when it happens, so you held out your hands hoping he would understand your intention, and smiled brightly when he sneaked his arms around your back bringing you up on his lap as he continued fucking you.

You hugged him close, sinking your teeth in his shoulder to prevent yourself from crying out his name. The new position drove him deeper into your core and soon after, your legs shook while your walls tightened around his dick when you climaxed for the second time that night.

You finally fell limp on top of him, whimpering as he kept fucking you.

You felt him twitching inside of you before pulling out and rubbing his dick on your stomach, groaning as he released all over your glistening skin.

None of you spoke for a moment, you just stayed like that, holding each other and trying to regulate your breathing.

_ "Love.. y.." You didn't mean to say it, but you were so overwhelmed that you couldn't help it.

You felt him tensing and you immediately regretted your words. Was it too soon? Did you freak him out? Is he going to leave you now?

You tried pulling away from his grasp to apologize, but he squeezed you tighter against him.

_ "Good, and here I thought I was the only one feeling that way." Was that his way of confessing his love for you? He's not the type to say it outright anyway.

You giggled pecking his shoulder repeatedly and you wished for the moment to never end.

_ "Are you feeling alright honey?" He asked you softly and you nodded before answering: "I've never been better."

(To be continued..)

[daisys-reality]

Heard you are considering manifesting powers,, here's a list of suggestions. If you're unfamiliar with any, the powerlisting wiki has descriptions, examples, and applications of each. You remind me of reality warping based powers inherently, on a side note.

— absolute wish

— alternate self communication

— author authority

— autopotence

— biokinesis

— boundary manipulation

— causality manipulation

— choicifery

— complete arsenal

— creation / destruction

— dual warping

— healing

— imagination manifestation

— logic manipulation

— mentifery

— meta chronokinesis

— metapotence

— opposites shuffling

— personal domain

— perspective manipulation

— pocket dimension creation

— quantum foam manipulation

— quantum string manipulation

— reality warping

— rule transcendence

— self transcendence

— solipsism

— vector manipulation

— video game physics

— voicifery

— xenopsychic reality warping

✧.* S U P E R P O W E R S *.✧

wow anon this is so cool, thanks for sending this! reading the list kinda reminded me of eye of the future - they always made subliminals for supernatural powers on yt and the discriptions were always so detailed and full of complicated words lol

actually when I said I'm thinking of manifesting 'superpowers' I already had 3 things in mind !! tho I can see why you thought about reality wraping (manipulating) based powers but I technically already have them with my manifesting and reality shifting abilities 😅

the abilities I thought about manifesting were:

1. I wanted to manifest healing abilities! - you also have this on the list. I want to be able to heal something by holding my hands over it... like they do in naruto but without the whole chakra thingy lol. I don't want to be immortal here in my CR per se (when I'm old, I'm probably just gonna shift to a new reality and claim that reality as my new cr!) but with my healing abilities I could do something about any wounds or illnesses and I can help the people around me as well!!

2. idk exactly how to name the second ability but I want to be able to create something like 'mini portals' with my hands but not to enter them! I want to use them like a screen - to show other people in my CR something from my DRs or from my memory OR to 'visualize' my thoughts - when I have something in my mind I can just show them it instead of explaining it! whenever I experience sth cool I always want to share it with someone so badly cuz talking about it is the most fun !! But that's a bit difficult with reality shifting unless u do group shifting yk ... I could for example show how the reality looks like or certain scenarios from DR to my friends or family... that would be really nice

3. telekinesis! I don't really want to use this for something big... you know I'm really clumsy, I would probably use them to stop something (or someone lol) from falling down or to move stuff closer to me when I'm too lazy to get up lmao. Or I could maybe use this to make myself fly!

but your list is very interesting! tbh I didn't know what most of the names stand for but I looked them up. most of them talk about the same thing (changing something by will without limits) in my opinion. but as you took the time to list all these things, I will also try to comment all of them too! I will also add the meanings of these powers so you guys don't have to look them all up like I did :')

alternative universe communication [communicating with people (mainly yourself) from alternative universes] - it's interesting but that would mean i would directly talk to my clones and idk how i would feel about that ??

absolut wish powers [granting, controlling and manipulating wishes] - it's kinda like perfect manifesting abilities.

imagination manifestation = manifesting lol (based on law of assumption ofc).

mantifery [manipulating reality through mind power alone] - we already do that :')

logic manipulation [manipulating the rules of logic] - there is no logic in the world anyways - humans that don't even know manifesting or reality shifting define the word 'logic', so how reliable is that?

author authority [being the author of your reality] goes hand in hand with manifesting (changing your reality how you like) and shifting (scripting what you want to experience in your desired realities) in my opinion. The same goes for biokinesis [manipulation of anatomy, physiology and internal body processes], autopotence [being omnipotent over oneself], self transcendence [being able to go beyond one's limits], boundary manipulation [being able to manipulate anything without limits], causality manipulation [manipulation of the relationship of cause and effect], opposites shuffling [changing opposites/making anything the opposite of anything else], creation/destruction, reality wraping [manipulating reality], dual wraping [rationally and irrationally manipulating reality], personal domain [ruling over a certain realm or aspect], rule transcendence [power to surpass the rules of reality], quantum foam manipulation [manipulating the the smallest level of foundation of reality, from which existence and dimensions emerges], quantum string manipulation [bending reality by altering the 'quantum strings' which make up reality], pocket dimensions creation [creating small personal worlds which the user has control over] and metapotence [the power to do anything], in my opinion they all kinda talk about the same thing = being able to change (create, destroy, alter) something without limits. for manifesting there are already no limits!! if you're good at manifesting you can change your whole being, (take on any from or give yourself any abilities) or change your environment/reality to how you like, 'create' your own realities and decide how things work so yeah...

choicifery [changing the future or reality through a set of options] - I don't find that appealing - I'm not comfortable with things being set in stone and with my decisions having a lasting/permanent effect in this world (that's why I love law of assumption because it gives me the freedom to do whatever I want and to change it afterwards if it isn't satisfying enough)

complete arsenal [possessing all powers] - is also not something for me, I don't want to be some kind omnipotent being in my CR - I mean I technically already am one but I don't really want to make use of all my powers if you know what I mean, I just want to live a chill and simple life and I just want a few special powers that are useful/efficient and make my life in my CR more comfortable or are just fun :') (like healing abilities, wings, making plants bloom or sth like that)

metachronokenesis [manipulating time in all realities] - ex. manifesting slowing down time or shifting back in time and things like that already make that possible...

perspective manipulation [manipulating the perspective of oneself or others about anything, so that they view reality to their liking rather than the 'true' state of reality itself. All the concepts like time, space, causality exist only because they are perceived to exist, so are these at the user's hand to be controlled, turning subjective interpretation into reality] - wow isn't that what law of assumption teaches!? (= 'you're the creator of your own reality and whatever you assume to be true will become true')

solipsism [altering anything that can be related to the user or is connected to them from memory or their knowledge] - the ability to revise things or change them is already possible with manifesting

vector manipulation [manipulating matter and energy through vectors - like averting an attack and sending it off into another direction] - I don't think I need that in my CR... It's only seems useful if you're in a reality where you have to fight a lot... like in a dragon ball reality or something 😂

video game physics [ability to alter the law of physics to mimic any and all video games] - mhm in my opinion it makes more sense to shift to a video game reality instead of manifesting this ability

voicifery [ability to affect reality with the power of one's voice] - power affirming lmao...

xenopsychic reality warping [manipulating reality based on the mind of others] - idk how that would be useful for me?... naah I don't think I need that in my CR

still, thank you very much anon for thinking about what I might like and for taking your time writing this down!!! as I already said I'm more interested in simple/specific abilities (healing, invisibility, wings, making flowers bloom, talking to animals or stuff like that). my desired realities are already crazy enough, in my CR I just want to have fun and chill :')

- daisy 🌼

[kwonhoshi0]

one-three | the dare

NAVIGATION | requests : open | OCT 28TH 2021

character : katsuki bakugou genre : angst, fluff, crack words : 2.5k+

themes : pining, ongoing fic, truth or dare, angsty, fluff, kissing masterlist

synopsis : bakugou isn’t one to back down from a dare, so when he’s dared to make y/n fall in love with him, he does just that, not expecting to fall in love himself.

important - this is a rewrite of the original i made a couple months ago so ignore them they’ll be deleted shortly after uploading this!.

your quirk : telekinesis, you can make yourself float and occasionally fly, your hair lifts up as well, you can use your hands and mind but usually use your hands since it stabilizes the power, you can also transfer power into any limb you desire which gives it strength for however long. if you use too much your nose bleeds and you can faint.

listen to : cigarette daydreams | cage the elephant please never fall in love again | ollie mn let’s fall in love for the night | finneas these are all on my “bakugou.” playlist on my spotify : VIYA

“the girls are going to be here in 10 minutes sooo why don’t we play truth or dare until then!” denki smirked looking around the circle of boys.

(this game is a little different, you spin a bottle and whoever it lands on first has to ask the second person it lands on and the second person picks a piece of a paper out a bowl getting either “T"or "D”, there are more truths in the bowl than dare").

“seems cool!” kirishima agreed sipping his soda as sero and some others agreed, “bakubroo you in?” denki widened his eyes at him mimicking a cat “do i have a choice?”.

“no no you do not!” the electric blonde concluded, groaning he mumbled out a “fine.” making the boys cheer.

sero placed a bottle in the centre of the circle, the first time it landed on kirishima and then todoroki who picked out a piece of paper with a small “T” written on it. “hmm todoroki, who’s your best friend?” as soon as the question left the         red-heads mouth everyone groaned knowing the answer.

“y/n” he stated. “WE ALREADY KNEW THAT SHITTY HAIR” the angry blonde yelled with a frown, “i wanted to start off easy!!” kirishima defended sheepishly.

the next round the bottle landed on sero and bakugou who got truth, “bakugou, who out of the girls do you find a worthy opponent to spar with” sero smirked knowingly, “probably l/n, before either of you say shit it’s because she doesn’t hold back” the boy defended.

“ugh i love y/n, i think i annoy her though” denki thought out loud pouting, “that’s because you record her doing random things because it gets you views” ojiro laughed thinking back to all the times you scolded him for it.

“HEY WELL, i didn’t know she’d be so popular on tiktok when i first included her, and all she did was glare at the camera” he fake sobbed.

“did you not see the tiktoks after kacchan’s spar with her? they just sat out of breath sweaty and that got millions of views” midoriya spoke pointing at bakugou.

denki shrugged muttering a quiet “not fair”. once again the bottle spun landing on kirishima and denki, “denki who do you like” he immediately blurted out, “i thought that was obvious?.. jirou”.

“was that meant to be a secret?!” bakugou raised an eyebrow at the red-head, “I DIDN’T KNOW MAN!” he yelled in fake annoyance as everyone laughed.

this time the bottle landed on denki and bakugou who finally got a dare, “FINALLY OKAY, time to give you an impossible dare” the electric boy cackled with a hand on his chin in thought, “i dare you to make y/n fall in love with you!”… silence.

“don’t you think that’s a bit harsh” midoriya whispered, “hey cmon y/n doesn’t have time for boys or need them, bakugou will finally fail at something” he smiled at the blonde who only rolled his eyes.

“seems like a shitty idea” he stated as todoroki agreed, “c’monn bakugou you’re not a chickdn are you?” denki teased clucking.

“coward” he added making the blonde glare, “FINE” he yelled, the other boys groaned shaking their heads.

and as if on cue you walked in.

you raised a brow at the unnerving silence sitting in between midoriya and todoroki who made space for you, mina waltzed in after followed by the other girls ‘what’s with the silence” mina said in a sing-song voice.

“we’re playing truth or dare tonight” todoroki explained to you as you felt a pair of eyes on you, many actually as if waiting for you to do something.

“what?” you questioned as the boys quickly shook their heads you sat with your legs crossed staring into the ceiling “you just look very pretty” sero quickly made up an excuse not lying.

“thanks sero” you mumbled as uraraka hugged you from behind muttering something in your ear “bakugou keeps staring at you” she giggled, you rolled your eyes slightly at her antics turning back to the circle “so?”.

“sooo you’d look cute together” she smirked giving you a quick forehead kiss crawling back to her place before you could push her away groaning.

a couple rounds went by, this time landing on denki and bakugou, “dare again bakugou!, i dare you to kiss the person opposite to you”.

the room went silent looking at the person opposite him, unfortunately that was you and you were trying to fix a thread loose on todoroki’s shirt, “y/n” he looked at you as you gave up using your hands and tried using your quirk instead “shut up i’ve got this” you spoke looking up.

“oh shit, who died” you sat down as the circle peered at you, “apparently you” jirou snickered, “why did i die” you asked a little scared, “you have to kiss a pomeranian” momo answered grimacing.

“fuck i got a dare? we don’t have a-” but you shut up as she pointed to the pomeranian in question.

denki burst out laughing as you sighed staring at the boy, i mean this couldn’t be too bad right.. at least it isn’t mineta.

you basically chanted the last sentence in your head as the group pushed you into the middle.

thankfully the music in the background meant it wouldn’t be completely silent so you stared as you both kneeled in front of each other, “surprised you’re not screaming” you joked.

he rolled his eyes staring at your features “yeah me too” he boldly stated, you inched your face closer to his, his face now a shoe away but before you could come any closer he grabbed your jaw with his thumb and pointer immediately pressing his lips to yours.

you flinched a little in surprise but relaxed into it, he momentarily pulled away noses still touching and placed another hand behind your neck to deepen the kiss prodding his tongue at your lips as if asking you for permission which you granted but only for a second, you pulled away first.

his hand left your jaw as his eyes met yours, his crimson eyes stared into your e/c ones, but you took this as an opportunity to tease him so you looked into one eye switching to the other and then his lips before pushing yourself back into your seat.

the others basically yelled as you both got seated “well” you thought, that wasn’t horrible... you had butterflies.

...

maybe it was the way your heart raced afterwards or the lingering eyes, i mean who wouldn’t feel like that after something as intense as that.

denial.

there was always more to him than just his anger, no his anger was a mask for his insecurities.. was that not obvious or did no one else pay enough attention to him like you do.

nobody else had experienced the blissful moments, the times of calm under the scorching heat, when you’d both fall to the ground sweat covered but content with your training.

“you’ve gotten stronger” it was a fact not surprise, just a fact. “damn right i have” he replied like he would, “but if we still keep tying then you’ve gotten stronger as well”.

the simple things, the little words, sentences he’d add as if to reassure your strength as if to say “you’re doing well too but i’d never admit that so take the hint”.

but you didn’t notice this yet.

it had been about an hour since you kissed the infamous hot head and the game went on as normal, “y/n you have to make a thirst-trap with me” you choked on your peach tea as shoto patted your back accompanied by midoriyas furious patting as if you were on deaths door.

you sighed burying your head in your hands as your friends cackled.

“y/n you look tired” todoroki stated turning to the time, “deku and i trained a little late” you yawned as the green haired boy snored on your shoulder.

“baku-bro if you stare at him like that any longer he’s going to have a nightmare” kirishima nervously laughed as the blonde scoffed at midoriya turning away.

“i think i’m going to go up to my dorm” you told the dual-haired boy getting up, you lifted midoriya with your quirk swinging him over your shoulder so his head was in the crook of your neck, “do you need some help y/n?” todoroki asked as you broke the circle from the group.

“yeah can you open the door”, the boy did just that as the others said goodnight.

“sleep well greeny” you lifted midoriya onto the bed, staring curiously at all his all might figures, “having fun?” a familiar voice spoke making you flinch slightly at the voice amidst the near silent snores.

“not particularly” you replied swiftly shaking the blanket from under the duvet and placing it over your friend but just as you did that his arms reached out grabbing you and hauling you onto the bed.

you stared wide eyed before the blonde burst into silent mocking laughter with his hand over his stomach, you grumbled at him attempting to wiggle out only making him laugh harder, “fucking help!” you whisper yelled at him waving your arms around. bakugou raised an eyebrow “say please”, you glared attempting to wiggle out again only for his eyes to tighten.

“you know what i’ll stay here” you fake smiled snuggling up to midoriya, at that bakugou had enough, he stomped over and grabbed your arm and pulled, nothing.

“oh” he stated realising, “yeah, i’ll get his left arm you get his right” you sighed, “don’t tell me what to do!!” which made you groan at his stubborn nature.

“fine stubborn, let’s do the fucking opposite”

“no just do what you said!”.

“i fucking hate you”.

minutes later and you’re finally out of the small green boy’s grasp, “i’m gonna go up now, goodbye” you said after thanking bakugou, the guy you didn’t talk to very often other than sparring or when its convenient for you both.

“you’re not tired” he caught up to you walking up to the elevator towards your floor, “you clearly are”.

“i guess, answer me” he rubbed his head well past his bedtime.

“no i’m not tired” he glanced over to you as you pressed the button up to your shared floor, “then what do you do when you’re not tired?”

“game usually” you replied shrugging, “like?”.

“genshin mostly, i stream with denks a lot” he nodded as you opened your doors at the end of the hall opposite each other.

“see you tomorrow bakugou” he hesitated in responding, as if he wanted to say something else, “sparky asked me to join so i’ll join the damn party, invite me” he demanded before closing the door.

“nice conversation bakugou” you laughed at the closed door.

…

“denki, invite bakugou” you twizzled around in your chair loading into genshin, “he wants to play?!” denki questioned, “i was surprised too”.

“yayyy!” he screamed as bakugou joined with a ping.

“i’ll win at this game” was the first thing he said clearly not having played before.

“bakugou you don’t win at genshin, well you can level up and i guess surpass us?” you explained hearing the complaints of the tired angry blonde, “fine i can do that”.

2 hours in and this was a nightmare the blonde still had not grasped the concept of artifacts and also found ruin guards horrifying.. but would never admit it.

“FUCK ITS ONE OF THEM, THINGSSHITSHITSHIT” you stifled your laughter running over to your struggling friend “you’re good, now denks where are-”

“y/n?” you turned to your door only to be greeted by midoriya, “oh hi izuku” hitting the mute button you turned to him, “hey y/n! thank you for carrying me up, i move a lot in my sleep” he laughed leaning over you watching you play as bakugou yelled into the mic about “damn deku” being there.

“sorry that noise is only denki using his vacuum.. they spilt popcorn everywhere” you smiled ignoring the growing pest in your mic, “just wanted to ask whether you wanted me to stay again” midoriya asked, you had both been been having nightmares but it only happened when you slept in your own beds, so you swapped every now and then.

“i’m not planning on sleeping, i’ll probably train later so you should sleep, i feel bad keeping you up”. you smiled apologetic.

“nono! its been fun, really if you ever need me i’m here!, plus i sleep better here” he added quietly still watching your game play, “in that case you can sleep here”.

“really, i don’t want to-” - “no really if i want to sleep i’ll just take your bed don’t worry”.

midoriya smiled giving you one last thank you before disappearing behind you.

your attention back on your two friends,

“y/n…”denki’s voice pierced the mic,

“yes”,

“can i come to your room?”,

“why?”,

,“wanna say goodnight!!” you could hear the pout through the screen,

“no”,

KNOCK KNOCK

“denki go away!” you smiled as the door shook from the weight of the knocks, “NOT DENKI!” a gruff voice yelled through the wood, “fuck” you sighed getting up.

you lodged your foot in the door so if bakugou tried pushing it open he couldn’t get in, through the slight crack he eyed you “what are you doing?!”.

“i’ve been playing genshin with you for the past couple hours..” you raised an eyebrow watching the boy swing his arms around as if animated.

“let me come in!!”.

“no”.

“i need to talk to you!”

“then talk” you laughed at his growing rage, he growled once again attempting to open the door, “come downstairs.” and with that he let go of the door.

“what was that?” midoriya turned over rubbing his eyes with a hint of sleep in his voice “just some angry dog, i’ll be back soon” you replied as he took no notice too tired to question anything.

“hey y/n! wanna play with us” kirishima smiled watching you walk down the stairs “sure”.

“can you help bakugou out he doesn’t know how to play but won’t ask for help” he scratched the back of his head pointing towards the bakusquad sitting in front of the tv.

bakugou looked up at you you sat next to him, “you’re pressing the wrong buttons”- “NO THE FUCK I-” you carefully moved his fingers to the right buttons and sat back in your place.

“i play a bit too much” you spoke as he stared at where your hands once were, “train with me tomorrow” he mumbled picking his character, “sure” you stiffled a smile leaning your head back onto the sofa.

“y/n..” you turned back to the blonde his face a little closer than expected, you held your breath not daring to look away “yeah” he looked towards you which is when you turned away, he’s pretty.

“if you say shit i’ll kill you, but show me how to play”, you put your hands over his and moved each finger where it needed to be, not realising his eyes lingering on your face rather than the screen, “pay attention” you grinned watching him huff in offence.

“wasn’t looking at you” he said in almost a whispering manner “mmhm”.

“i’m gonna sleep actually” you told him about to stand up “where”.

“what?” his eyes flickered over to yours “i’ll come”.

at this moment you didn’t think anything of it completely forgetting you’d be going to deku’s room.

A/N : woooo new chapt tonightt ;)

taglist :

@todoroki-shoto-is-life​ @blazedbakugou @luluwiie @blue-gold-demigod-clouds @gazelle-des-pres @gaysimpsstuff @blackestpinkworld @windex-princess-ami @the-adventures-of-alex-aurelius

[g4rous]

Hi there! I did see a post about your requests being open but since you are busy please do take your time with all the requests you get sent, please take care of yourself !!

I was wondering if I could put in a request for headcanons about Garou with a girlfriend that is an extremely powerful psychic? Like she’s quite intelligent and she can use pyrokinesis and telekinesis extremely well in combat and is even strong enough to rival a dragon level threat monster? (Bonus points for the reader only shows her fun side around him after a while bc ✨trust issues✨)

I hope this isn’t too much

Thank you and have a good one <3

[P.S: I love your work sm your Garou headcanons always make my day 😭💖]

Ok firstly thank you sm for all the nice words here you’re so sweet 🥺🥺💞💓💗 Getting this message in my inbox made me smile ee I hope you’re taking care of yourself as well! ❤️

Second, duuuude if I got a penny for every time I thought of esper!reader scenarios- 😂💕

Idk what else to say except this is just perfect!! I had to write this right away sjkjhddfjkf

Tysm for the request (and kindness) ahh I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy too 🤧💕

Garou x Psychic! Reader (headcanons)

-I’ll leave the “how did he and the reader meet and how did he find out about her powers (if she isn’t a hero)” part to the reader’s imagination so let’s start with the relationship in general

-Even in his childhood he lowkey wondered what is it like for psychics in the world

-Oftentimes it almost seemed like taking a glance at a different dimension. Controlling matter with mind, receiving psychic signals, levitating, flying… the list could go on forever

-And after taking a look at you and your mind-boggling talent one can only be left in awe

-You’re well familiar with the contrasting reactions of people. Not always will they be cheering you on, looking at you in all your glory that you deserve. Countless petrified expressions and nasty motives have left their fair share in making you the person you are today too

-After some things happened, how can you trust anyone truly? Sometimes it burdens you more than it should

-However, if anyone understands that part it’s him. To be misunderstood your whole life, living in your own world

-Never pressured you with opening up, especially not at the beginning. Getting him to open up would be even more difficult, so he digs that type of thing

-When it comes to that the two of you are pretty much the same and just started showing your true colors after realizing one wouldn’t hurt the other

-After getting comfortable with one another you turned into a couple of goofballs

-Is this a match made in heaven? Sure seems like it

-Not only do you mess around and talk about the most random things in general but often you goof around with your powers as well

-If it’s you two combined then the city better hope it’s further away because when I tell you y’all are having a blast I mean it

-The fact you’re skilled with pyrokinesis definitely helps

-What your average citizen might shit his pants for, you guys are just there vibing

-A simple game of softball would legit look like a scene from Street Fighter

-Also occasional friendly sparring is a thing! (if you both feel like it of course)

-With both of you being quite sharp-witted, nothing is ever boring, be it talk or messing around, and to top it off you also learn a lot from each other

-More than once you explained some things about esp to an attentive Garou, who on the other hand wouldn’t hesitate to try and explain anything you were interested in as well (that he has knowledge and experience in of course)

-Wouldn’t ask you things about esp just because he thinks it’s cool. I mean, it is hella cool but he genuinely wants to understand you better just as you try to understand him

-Time and time again he’d just sit there listening carefully to you, trying not to smile too much because he feels so at ease

-It may not be every second, but he never hesitates to give you an honest compliment or two (bonus points if you get a bit flustered)

-And whenever he sees you fighting or helping someone out he can’t help but feel so proud of you

-Even if he doesn’t say it that softie “that’s my girl” look on his face gives it all away

[wcnorris]

madness (part 1)

Summary: Trying to stop Loki from his plan of taking over Earth, you and Thor meet the avengers.

Pairing: loki x reader

Word Count: 1,205

A/N: hiii!! it’s been a while since i’ve written really anything, but i’ve been wanting to do a series for a while now, this will follow the storyline to endgame and all that stuff. alsooo english isn't my first language so bare w me hehe, enjoy!! let me know if i should continue this!! (this is set in the first avenger movie)

“I really don’t think this is a good idea” Your twelve year old said to Loki as you began to walk through the chambers in the search of Thor.

“Oh come on, it’s a bit of fun, perhaps you’re spending too much time with Thor, he’s making you all boring, you used to be fun” Loki teased.

“Shut up I am fun” You said as Loki raised an eyebrow at you. “Okay fine but if anything goes wrong I’m putting the blame on you”

An hour ago Loki had come to you with the great idea of giving Thor a scare, by transforming himself into a snake, which you didn’t really agree first and neither do you now, but whatever what could go wrong, right?

Well let’s just say Thor wasn't happy at all, neither was Frigga or Odin.

Present day

You smiled as the memory passed through your mind wondering how did you end up in the situation you currently are, Loki trying to rule Midgard. You gathered all the things you’ll be needing for your trip to Midgard, in all honesty, you didn't know what to expect or who you’ll be encountering, anxiety crawling through your body as you thought about not being fully in control of your powers yet. Just a few months ago, you discovered that teleportation was one of them when you randomly started shifting through every place of the kingdom as well as telekinesis, when you accidentally threw a mug at Thor without touching it, ever since then, you being gathering all the information you could from the palace’s library, learning about it, but it’s been tough knowing that really there isn’t anybody to help you understand it but yourself, considering all the people you knew, your family, had died when your planet got destroyed. 

Odin and a bunch of Asgardian warriors had found you minutes before it happened, with you only being a child, Odin took you in, and treated you like one of them, an Asgardian, which you couldn't be more grateful for, otherwise you wouldn't be standing where you are now. You became close with Thor and Loki, everywhere they went, you were there, but you had always been closer to Loki, seeing as you both enjoyed a lot of the same things, pulling pranks on Thor, sharing a love for reading, being there for each other, being there when he found out about this true parentage, which hurt even more, why would Loki be doing this? Was what he had not enough? Did he really need a throne to finally be happy? 

“You ready?” Thor said pulling you out of your thoughts, as you began walking towards Heimdall.

“Not really but when do i get to do what i want” You joked.

“Okay Heimdall we ready” Thor informed as you two began to head closer to the bifrost.

“See you on the other side” That was the last thing you said as you both began being transported.

Landing in a deserted area, just outside the city, you turned to Thor, looking around, as if nothing had happened.

“How do you do that, really, I might throw up” you really weren't joking, sure you’ve been to midgard quite a few times, but getting used to the feeling was just not happening.

“Practice I guess” He smiled proudly “Come on, I think I know where he is, I can feel it” Thor began walking, as you began to follow.

A few minutes later you were on the roof of what seem like a ship, just as the doors opened, you two landed inside, and Thor was right, there was Loki, handcuffed, sitting, acting like nothing was happening. But there were also two men in front of you, as well as two people flying the ship, one of the men fully suited in metal and the other... wait a minute were those pijamas? (i’m sorry but steve’s suit really looked like onesies in the movie)

“Hi darling” Loki said to you with a smirk and turned to Thor faking a smile “Brother”

“Shut up” Thor said as the men in metal began to attack “Y/n grab him and go, I’ll catch up with you” You nodded, grabbing Loki by the neck and started heading towards the door.

“Don’t you dare” Was all you said as you watched Loki’s mouth began to open, just to close right away. Jumping out, you landed, and sat as far away as possible from Loki waiting for Thor.

“You really can’t get away from me, can y-” Loki began saying, but just as he was finishing, you interrupted him.

“I thought you dead” You said to Loki as silent followed, refusing to turn your head to his.

“Did you mourn?” Your stomach twisted, was that all he had to say for himself?

“Loki, we all did, Thor, your mother, your fath..- you confessed.

“Thor’s father” Loki interrupted you, bitterness was all you could catch from his tone.

“I did” You said finally turning to him, looking directly in to his eyes, and you can swear you saw a bit of guilt in them, just when he opened his mouth to say something, Thor landed.

“Where’s the tesseract Loki?” Thor asked, anger building up. “What it is this twisted plan of yours? Do you really need a throne? Is that what you desire?” Thor asked Loki, you stood up but stayed far away, not wanting to intrude. 

Loki scoffed as he began to walk away “You wouldn't understand, none of you would, I’ve seen this power, the power the tesseract holds, Earth is mine to rule” You were sure that whomever showed him this power, was really messing with his head, this wasn’t the Loki you knew.

“Loki listen to me, you give up this poisonous dream, and you come home” You could see how Thor’s eyes began to water. “Listen brother..” Just as he began to say, something threw him off the cliff. Or should I say someone.

“THOR!” you yelled. 

“I’m listening” Loki said at the same time.

“Shouldn't you be helping him out there?” Loki asked smirking seeing as Thor was now fighting the metal arm.

"And leave you alone so you can escape? I don't think so” You smiled at him “besides i’m pretty sure he can take a stupid midgardian in a clown suit, so just enjoy the show”. Was all you said before once again you took a seat in one of the rocks near you, watching Thor pull a thunder from the sky directly to Mjollnir.

Just as they continued fighting, a shield was thrown to them.

“Hey! That’s enough” The other guy you saw earlier jumped from where he was standing to them. “Put the hammer down” He said to Thor and you knew Thor wasn't planning on stopping, not after all of this.

Just as expected, Thor didn't follow listen, causing him to smash his hammer to the guy’s shield, which caused a big lighting and them being thrown from each other. 

This was your clue to come in, otherwise you’ll be here all night.

"You guys done?” You asked, landing around them as they began to stand up.

“Who’s the lady?” Metal man asked.

[maxwell-grant]

Jumping off from my previous question/suggestion, might I please ask if there are any superheroes you think would make fine Pulp Villains and any Supervillains you think would make convincing Pulp Heroes?

I'm gonna go ahead and remark that I'd personally suggest to anyone who's trying to create pulp characters inspired by superheroes (which would be probably about 90% of you who may want to do that sort of thing) to flip the script around a little. As in, don't try to create pulp analogues to the Justice League/Avengers upfront, but play around with some of the lesser-known icons and filter those through your idea of what “pulp” means (which is gonna be quite different than my own or anyone else’s). 

I’m not gonna really mention characters I’ve already talked about before like Vandal Savage or Namor, instead I’ll pick new ones and see what can be highlighted about them.

Regarding “Superheroes who could make fine/convincing Pulp Villains”, even though he’s a character I've read basically nothing on, Martian Manhunter definitely leaped out to me as an obvious option. He’s a Sci-Fi Superman who takes the first half of the name to an extreme that borders on comical, except he’s not a square-jawed white man, he’s a 1.000 year old green alien from Mars with shapeshifting powers who can look as monstrous as the artist desires. He’s the product of an advanced civilization and genetic modification, and on top of the Flying Brick powerset and shapeshifting, he also has incredibly powerful and extensive telepathic abilities, he can become invisible, phaze through matter, use telekinesis and other weird abilities. A lot of pulp stories closer to sci-fi were based around the idea of taking one of these abilities and extrapolating horrific consequences for them, and J’onn has those by the dozens. He also has an extremely mundane weakness that would allow him to be beaten by Macready with a blowtorch if that’s where the story ended.

He was also a law enforcement officer from Mars who became a police detective and it’s even right there in his name, and again, I have never read anything he’s in (I should probably pick the Orlando mini), I know he’s for all intents and purposes a generally nice man who tends to job a lot in crossovers and cartoons, but the idea of taking all those great vast and horrifying alien powers, combining all of them into a single character who also happens to be the last survivor of a doomed planet (and one who actually lived through it’s collapse), and then making that character a former cop trying to resume his work on Earth? 

That is a Pulp Supervillain begging to happen, and a particularly horrifying one at that. And hey, speaking of The Thing-

Now, Plastic Man’s potential for horror has already been explored quite a bit in some of the darker DC continuities like Injustice and DCeased, and it’s quite funny seeing a lot of these turn Plastic Man into The Thing because there were quite a handful of Wold Newton pages that ran with the idea that Macready from the original story was Doc Savage, and that the secret chemicals that Eel O’Brian was hit by that gave him his powers were actually samples of The Thing contained in one of Savage’s labs. Regardless, the idea of a former street crook suddenly gaining bizarre shapeshifting abilities that allow him to reign terror on his gangster associates could make for a great premise as a pulp crime story that veers into horror as the gangsters gradually figure out what is Eel O’Brian’s deal, and then the story can take a more tragic turn.

The thing about Jack Cole’s Plastic Man that modern takes on the character neglect is that, while Plas was a lively roguish anti-hero (arguably the first of it’s kind in comics), he’s still for intents and purposes “the straight man” (HA, right, Plastic Man being “straight”). He’s the relatively sane hero who plays off Woozy’s wackier misadventures and the imaginative madness that Jack Cole paints his adventures with, and it makes for an interesting contrast considering Plastic Man is already a weird character, having to ramp up the strangeness of the world around him so that he still remains the sane man. There are ways to twist this into something quite horrifying, even tragic for Plastic Man as he either struggles to maintain coherency, or embraces the shifting chaos the world’s spiraling into for better or worse (and definitely for the worse towards those on the receiving end of his vengeance, or even his humor).

Now, onto the flipside, regarding Supervillains that could become Pulp Heroes -

Normally I’d not mention the Batman villains here, because I already have a lot to talk about in regards to them as is, they comprise some of my favorite comic characters, but I pretty much have to make an exception for Two-Face in this topic, as not only a pretty obvious option but one with even case studies to prove it, as not only do we have The Black Bat, a 1930s costumed pulp hero with an identical origin story and several other conceptual overlaps with Batman, as well as The Whisperer, a young hotshot police commissioner who dresses up as a disfigured vigilante to kill criminals without consequence (and who’s somehow less of a maniacal asshole in his secret identity than in his regular one), but it turns out that there actually was a 1910s pulp hero called The Two-Faced Man:

Crewe was created by “Varick Vanardy,” the pseudonym of Frederic van Rensselaer Dey (Nick Carter, Doctor Quartz), and appeared in three short stories and two novels and short story collections from 1914 to 1919, beginning with “That Man Crew” (The Cavalier, Jan. 24, 1914). 

Crewe is “The Two-Faced Man.” 

He is in his forties and has gray hair and a “sharply cut and handsome profile—until one caught a view of the other side of his face and saw the almost hideous blemish that nearly covered it, and which graduated in corrugated irregularity from a delicate pink to repulsive purple.” 

Crewe is two-faced in another way. Crewe is a saloon owner in below Washington Square. But he has another identity: Birge Moreau, portraitist and socialite hanger-on. Crewe uses both his identities to solve crimes as an amateur detective.

The only person to know about both of Crewe’s identities is a police inspector who is also Crewe’s friend and who Crewe helps in pressing cases - The Encyclopedia of Pulp Heores by Jess Nevins

And speaking of obvious picks for Supervillains turned Pulp Heroes,

Assuming I even need to make a case for Kraven the Hunter other than just presenting this cropped panel from Squirrel Girl and in particular the art painted on the Kra-Van, or even just telling you to read Squirrel Girl and it’s take on “The Unhuntable Sergei” (I had no idea most of the people saying “Kraven’s arc in Squirrel Girl is as good if not better than Kraven’s Last Hunt” weren’t actually joking in the slightest and I speak as someone who has Kraven among their absolute favorite Marvel characters, it had no right being that good), I’m going to quote the brilliant Rogue’s Review from The Mindless Ones that lays down in painstaking detail why Kraven could make a killer protagonist in that horrifically over-the-top pulp fashion

One thing that strikes me writing this, is how well Kraven could hold his own comic. There’s always room for a book spotlighting a ruthless, hardcore, gentleman bastard, and Kraven’s raison d’etre makes him supremely versatile, so well suited to any genre, any environment. It’s odd that more writers haven’t jumped on the fact that in a universe where off-world travel is possible – indeed, common – a hunter like Kraven would have a field day. 

I can just imagine the opening scene – herds of weird cthuloid bat creatures grazing in the gloomy green nitrogen fields, bathed in lethal, bone splintering fog, when, suddenly, LIGHT! from above and an unholy bellowing: “CTHGRGN fthgrgnARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGN!”

They look up in fear and then they start to run – ploughing into and over each other, tentacles flailing, as from the space-ship’s docking bay Kraven silently plummets, barely dressed for the cold, a glowing knife smothered in elder signs jammed between his teeth. 

You should have seen him one night previous, sipping alien tokay around the Captain’s table with the other guests, discussing the morning’s hunt; and the way he insulted the Skrull dignitary by forgetting himself and accidentally sporting his favourite piece of formal wear: his boiling unstable dinner-jacket of many colours, fashioned from the hide of one of the Ambassador’s super kinsmen.

Whoops!

Midway through Kraven explaining how the best way to irreparably damage a symbiote is to wait until its bonded with you and then seriously maim yourself, the Skrull decided it might be a good idea to simmer down, while his beautiful Inhuman lover hung on every word.

The deeper I get into this the more convinced I am that the MU’s hunter-killer extraordinaire wouldn’t limit himself to bloody planet Earth. And neither would he limit himself to this dimension, or universe or timeline. The guy’d be just as at home leaping, sword raised, onto the back of a T-Rex in the Savage Land, as he would be ploughing through werewolves in the graveyards of Arkham or tracking a howling Demon across Mephistopheles’ realm. 

He’d work perfectly in all these environments because he has a damn good reason to be casting a bloody swathe through them: wherever there’s big game, you’ll find Kraven.

The next choice I guess is an oddball, but not that much of an oddball if you know already what is my main frame of reference towards Marvel

I don’t think people appreciate enough that the main reason Shuma-Gorath has anything resembling a fanbase has nothing whatsoever to do with the comics he was in, but entirely because, when Capcom designers had a list of Marvel characters to pick from to work on Marvel Super Heroes, they took a look at the diet Cthulhu and went “gimme THAT one”, and then went all-in in giving the alien squid monster a funky personality along with a great stage and music and animations and all that great fighting game character stuff, and now he’s maybe the most popular Dr Strange villain along with Dormammu and Mordo, despite having ZERO film appearences or major showings in comic sagas.

Capcom's designers redefined Shuma-Gorath from a nebulous cosmic evil into a comically smug cartoon bastard who can rant about devouring all dimensions and souls horrifically while also cracking poses and zingers like “How do you expect to win a fight with only two arms?” and having dinners with Dhalsim or hosting Japanese game shows in his endings, and it kills me that none of this ever made it’s way into any depictions of the character outside of MvC. 

So that’s kinda what I’d go with. I’d take Capcom’s Shuma-Gorath, depower him a bit obviously from his canonical power, and run with the premise of his MvC3 ending where he decides that, well, if he's the unlikely savior of this pathetic planet and these wretched human dogs like him so much, and he’s clearly having a much better time here among them than he ever had drifting among the stars cealessly consuming life, then maybe he can take a break from all that eldritch business and keep up hosting the Super Monster Awesome Hour and maybe fight whatever PITIFUL villains think can take HIS planet. I mean, he’ll probably still end up destroying the planet by the end, but why not give this hero business a try?

Just until he gets his full powers back of course. 

I mean you can’t deny he DOES look pretty good in that bowtie, surely The Great Shuma-Gorath wouldn’t be so unmerciful as to deny these vile wastes of flesh something good to look at in their brief and miserable lives.

[supremeinlilac]

Three’s not a crowd, especially when it’s us (3)

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Reader x Wilhelmina Venable

Word count: 4010

Warnings: Brief insinuation of nsfw activities, language. 

PART ONE | PART 2

The next morning Cordelia had made an offhand comment about going into town. She’d admitted that she needed to find someone. A witch. “I can feel her. She’s close, the feeling is strong, although it seems calmer today, maybe she’s settled slightly. Anyway, I’ll be out today to see if I can track her down.” You felt Wilhemina’s eyes dart toward you across the room. It was subtle, but you caught it.

You imagined how the feeling must have been for Cordelia yesterday, when Wilhemina was angry and possibly scared. You’d tried to push down the lingering feeling of heat in your stomach from when she’d pulled you into the empty room. Needless to say, you’d slept horrible once again, thoughts plaguing your mind and keeping you from fully settling.

You’d had your first lesson with Wilhemina that night, and were blown away by her unwavering attentiveness. Also the fact that she made not one snarky comment or condescending laugh the whole time. You’d like to think it was because she was coming round to the idea of you being an actually half decent person to spend time with. Realistically, and having watch her get lost in the spell book before her, you knew it was more her ability to invest herself in her work, without distractions, such as having to bark out unnecessary comments.

You hadn’t considered however, how teaching Ms Venable magic, would mean she would be using her hands. A lot. And you would have to watch their movements, to make comments and critiques on her technique. This would often leave you flushed and hot under your black attire, tight coil in the pit of your stomach at the thought of were else her slender fingers could go, what they could do.

You’d have to turn away, disguising your embarrassment as a cough or walking to the window to conspicuously check the weather. “But it’s dark outside,” she’d say every time in response to your excuse, lips drawn callously into a smirk. She actually found your shyness to be quite endearing, not that her expression would allow you to conclude.

During a lesson in which you were both practising your telekinesis, since it wasn’t a skill you were exactly well versed in either. Unsurprisingly, the wonder came innately to Wilhemina, and she was quickly controlling more than one object at once, making them dance a silent jig above her. She stuck her tongue pointedly out in concentration, and you were fucked, the peek of tongue between tightly pressed lips had your mind wandering back to the gutter.

As a teacher would with a gifted student who drifted through the tasks with ease, you wracked your brain for a more difficult task for her to really challenge the natural magic. That and to distract yourself from the way her nose would scrunch and the tips of her ears flush with effort at her magic.

An idea flashed in the front of your mind, the book you’d been making rise cracking back against the desk and drawing the attention of Wilhemina. It was risky. A blatant opportunity for the secret to be lost; so much could go wrong and yet you couldn’t make the thought ebb. You figured Wilhemina’s hubris would rise to the challenge anyway, shrugging the doubt from your mind as you turned to her.

“I have an idea” you smirked, Wilhemina piquing her brow in interest at your obvious mischief.

***

You lingered by the door, watching Wilhemina stroll confidently into the kitchen and take a seat at the table and barking at Madison to fetch her a tea while she made her own. Madison, as you’d hoped, snarked about her having her own legs and that she should get it herself, making no attempt to get another mug from the cupboard.

You saw the corner of Wilhemina’s lips curve into a sly smile, and you had to clasp a hand to your mouth at the sight of Madison’s tea hover in the air behind her as she reached for the sugar. The older woman seemed pleased with herself at the flourishing telekinesis, becoming confident as a flick of her index finger had the mug flying towards her.

Madison turned toward the counter where it had been just seconds prior, doing a double take before rounding on Wilhemina, who’d raised her hands to meet the mug. She cocked her brow at the blonde, as if daring her to accuse her, a mere human, of such speed behind her turned back. Her confused face, the fact that Mina had rendered Madison speechless for once, made you want to laugh till your lungs protested for air.

“Wha- How did you do that?” Madison was confused, angry at having her drink stolen and scared that she hadn’t seen the other woman move from her chair, her cane was leant precariously against the table and Wilhemina wasn’t exactly a nimble woman. Or fast.

Disguised by an irritated scoff, Madison marched past her and out of the door opposite you

“Be a dear and make me a coffee?” She requested, pushing the steaming mug towards you with a grimace. You huffed, gesturing to the drink she’d literally just stolen from Madison, albeit having been your idea.

“Oh no, I despise tea.” She remarked dryly, left leg coming to cross over her right as she made herself comfortable, watching you swill the tea down the sink and the trickle of water as you refilled the kettle.

Even though she was still being just as bossy as ever, you’d grown softer for the hardness of the older woman by the day, grinning over your shoulder at the look on Madisons face. You cocked your brow in imitation of how she had moments before, and you swore her lips picked up slightly in affectionate amusement.

***

It had been 5 weeks since you’d used your powers on Ms Venable, and in that time she’d grown and her powers had flourished quickly, possibly exceeding your own strength as a witch. Her dedication was astounding, and she was a good student, despite the condescend remarks and dry humour she couldn’t seem to help but drawl at every opportunity. That and the vaguely suggestive things she’d say, that would make your throat close and brows pique in shock. You also both gotten better at hiding it. Hiding why you’d both be in the greenhouse late in the evening or why Cordelia’s favourite rug had gone up in flames when practising pyrokinesis.

Cordelia passed by the open door of one of the empty classrooms on her way to office. An open book at the table caught her attention, and she glanced to see if anyone had recently left, finding empty corridors and only the dull chime of the other lessons that were happening. She strode towards the book, ready to have yet another conversation about forgetfulness with the younger witches about their property. God forbid they leave something like their spell book in public, for anyone to see. No, privacy must be upheld, and absent-mindedness could not be tolerated.

Brushing her fingers over the font of the pages slowly, she was about to close the book when she read the familiar title, fingers stilling on the ink and eyes widening slightly. Clairvoyancy. Her brows furrowed in confusion, none of the current witches at the academy had this gift, to her knowledge; she would have known. Fumbling though the pages to the front, she saw your name scribed into the delicate paper, and she was even more confused. You definitely would have told her that you were clairvoyant, wouldn’t you?

Picking up the book, the supreme stalked towards the classroom she knew you resided in with Queenie and the rest of the older girls. Not even bothering to knock upon arrival, she burst through with a simple nod to Queenie and took a calm stance, hands tucked to the book at her waist.

“Y/n, come with me.” She announced, turning quickly on her heel and leaving the room. hearing the echoing taunts and ooohs of the girls as you scrambled to follow her. Turning back at the girls momentarily, they nodded at you, now in silent comfort and sympathy. Cordelia never came to lessons to get one of the girls herself; everyone knew that it meant trouble.

“You must know why you’re in here” she stated, settling into her office chair and motioning for you to sit too. You fidgeted in your seat, wracking your brain for something the supreme could be mad at you about enough to pull you out of class herself. Shaking your head in confusion at her and staring down at your hands which wrung at each other anxiously as you waited for her to speak.

Taking your silence as an answer, Cordelia slammed the book heavily down onto the desk between you, face smug as she flicked her wrist her wrist, so the pages fanned before you and settled spread on a page you didn’t recognise. She let you scan quickly over the writing, crossing her arms at her chest and raising her brow when you finally looked up to her.

“Well?”

“I’m not sure, what does this have to do with me?” You were genuinely confused, knowing full well that the only witch you knew of that had the rare gift was Nan, and she had passed well before you’d arrived. You also didn’t know why Cordelia was so insistent that it was you that had been reading from the book; to your knowledge, your copy was still safe with Wilhemina in her office.

Tapping her fingers impatiently against the wood of her desk, she watched you mull over an answer before settling on silence, fingers drumming nervously against your thighs. Cordelia always radiated energy, that would seep into the house and give everyone else strength. Everyone could feel it. It wasn’t until now, however, when you were sat opposite her and on the receiving end of her annoyance, that you truly felt the extreme of her power, the confident aura and way in which she held herself tall. The way she could make grown warlocks fall to look like stammering schoolboys in her presence.

“It’s your spell book, Y/n, left open, unattended in a classroom at this page. Now I just wonder why you’d be reading up on clairvoyancy. It’s not a gift you have, is it?” Her tone was impatient, a slight mocking lilt as she believed you to be lying about your knowledge about the book. She reminded you of the way Wilhemina would accuse a young witch of being tardy, regardless of age she’d be mocking and speak with the often cruel lash of a tongue.

Confusion and nervousness turned to panic when you finally realised why the book had been left on such a page. You’d leant the book to Wilhemina while you studied so that she could practise in the safety of her office without having to take a book from Cordelia, who would notice, of course.

“I um, I heard Queenie and Zoe talking about Nan, and how she was clairvoyant, and I just got curious. I’m sorry Ms Cordelia, I didn’t mean to leave it open and unattended. It won’t happen again, I promise!”

She regarded you through slightly narrowed eyes as you tried to remain as calm as possible and clear your head under her gaze. You weren’t stupid, and neither was she. She knew something wasn’t quite right but didn’t know how to go about asking as she couldn’t pinpoint the route of her suspicions. Nodding, and drawing back her chair as if to stand, she paused and reached over for your arm.

“I hope not, Y/n. I’d like to think I can trust you as one of the oldest students here, hm? Secrets can be dangerous within us witches, okay? Don’t make me have to remind you again.” Her tone was guiding, the tone of a teacher and it made you ache because that was all you’d ever be. Her student.

“I understand Cordelia. No secrets.” You trailed off into a whisper, guilt flooding through you as you thought of the secret you shared with her girlfriend of all people. She offered you a small smile, that seemed to cloud the sadness behind her eyes, masking what she really wanted to say. Clasping your hands together and rolling your shoulders, you made to turn before startling her with a hug. Initially tense, Cordelia melted into you, a palm coming to rub between your shoulder blades in comfort. You’d never been one to initiate physical contact with anyone in the coven, so your hug wasn’t expected by the older woman.

A whispered “thank you” broke the silence when you pulled away, turning away but keeping eye contact until you walked. You could feel her eyes on your back as you walked out, tempted to turn back but not wanting her inevitable worry to illicit you to betray Wilhemina’s command. The pull of Cordelia’s safety was almost magnetic, your charges opposite and strong, willing you to turn around. You didn’t.

It was ironic how your knowledge of Mina’s powers didn’t make you feel closer to the coven, like you’d imagined. You’d always wanted to know the inaccessible woman more, but now that you did, you wished you didn’t. It felt wrong. Like the secret itself didn’t approve. It seemed to want to claw it’s own way up your throat and pry itself past your lips, promise to Mina broken with it.

Your toes curled in on themselves throughout your lessons that day, a biting sensation in the back of your head, flashing warning signs ad you felt like you were lost in mist. Thick and unrelenting and flowing like treacle to swallow you up into your own anxiousness.

Yet again you found your mind needing to release itself, your magic fizzing dangerously in the pads of your fingers and you could swear you would not have any fingerprints left to show with how they burnt. Lilac invaded your head and like a petulant child clinging to the leg of their father leaving for work, refused to budge. You’d just promised Cordelia that you wouldn’t let yourself get distracted and here you were, not even an hour later, distractions more prominent than ever.

When lessons relented, you tried to still your beating heart, as you allowed anger to coil in your veins at the woman you now sought to find. She wasn’t in her usual place at the empty desk in her shared office with the Supreme, and neither was she perched on the cushions of the rocking chair out the back. It was her favourite place to peruse a favourite book under the warmth of the evening sun, yet the chair was empty, wood alight with the glow of the light.

Sauntering into her room, not heeding any need to knock before storming in, your arms raised as if expecting a fight. Wilhemina was reapplying her plum lipstick at the mirror, one hand pressing her fingers into the wood of the cabinet for support, the other running smearing the colour across perfectly pursed lips.

“You’re clairvoyant?!” You hissed, angry at Wilhemina from keeping it from you. It wasn’t as if her gift was just telekinesis or another common inherited gift, clairvoyance was rare. “Fuck, you didn’t think that maybe that was something I needed to know?” Snapping at her in frustration as she snapped the lid back on the lipstick, and turning to glare at her when she quipped about your language.

“Like you did you mean?” She bit back; voice raised in warning at your tone. Pulling her face into a sneer she raised her arms dramatically, moving away from the drawers cane waving at you. “Oh no, I burned my families house down, boo hoo.” She sung, bringing the back of hand up to her forehead in mock anguish. “My only gift is pyrokinesis, and is absolutely not the fact that I can give magical ability out like FUCKING candy.”

You’d folded your arms at your chest, lower lip jutting out as you loured at her antics. She was finding this situation entirely too amusing for your liking, acting like your nervousness was unnecessary, yet insisted on being uncharacteristically reckless with the secret.

“It’s not funny.”

“Oh my dear, and I thought I was the one who had no sense of humour, took everything too seriously you could say. Needs to just loosen up and have a laugh?” It was clear she was enjoying herself now, the teasing edge of her voice in full swing. Unknowingly to you, she’d heard you think that very thing mere days ago when you’d been in the kitchen, pranking Mallory and she’d happened upon you booby trapping her cupboard. You hadn’t caught onto her blatant remark however, still preoccupied with the problem at hand.

“Why did you leave the book in a classroom? Open for gods sake Mina.” You frustrate, palms coming to press against your forehead and fingers curling to pinch at your hair.

“That’s Wilhemina to you, young lady.” She barked, before raising an eyebrow with a knowing glint in her eye. “Don’t make me punish you, for your insolence, we wouldn’t want that now would we? Hm?” You flushed hotly at her words, swallowing thickly as you busied yourself with looking anywhere but to her.

You suddenly froze, finally catching onto her earlier words and realising that she could probably hear your thoughts too. It hadn’t crossed your mind until just then, and you cursed yourself for being so stupid. Of course she could, since gaining her abilities she’d spend excessive amounts of time with you alone. The thought made you blush and cringe inwardly and stutter in question: “I- You can’t read everyone’s thoughts can you? I mean, its just some people, right?”

A smirk pulled at her lips at your stammered questioning, Wilhemina flexing her fingers against the handle of her cane, tapping it twice against the wooden floor which made you flinch. She walked sauntering and slow towards you, the predatory glint present in her eye that you often saw when she’d taunt the younger students for tardiness. She leant into your space, causing you to hold your breath as you felt hers hot against your cheek.

“Oh yes darling, I can hear all the thoughts in your pretty little head.” She teased, watching the shiver of your physical reaction to her voice as well as your screaming thoughts at her closeness. You closed your eyes and attempted to still your mind, you could practically feel how exposed you were at this distance. Why had you thought it was a good idea to test your power on Ms Venable; you should have known she’d just have to go and be clairvoyant. Just to spite you. Your thoughts were dangerously unprofessional at times and yet here the most professional woman you’d ever met, or ever would meet, was standing before you and reading you like a children’s fairy tale book. You were pulled back out of your thoughts again by her voice, so close to your ear you could feel the way her breath prickled the hair at the nape of your neck to stand on end.

“Your thoughts are-” she paused, reaching a gloved hand to slowly brush your hair behind your ear and lingering at your jaw, “quite loud, little one.” She spoke the last words slowly and purposefully drawling, pulling away just enough to remain entirely too much in your space, so that she could watch your scared eyes dart back and forth between her own. She watched you, amused, at the way the tips of your ears flushed pink and how you looked simply delicious when embarrassed.

Wilhemina loved the chase. She loved watching her prey squirm and fall victim to her stoic dominance. They always did in the end. It just depended on how long she wanted to toy with them for. She wasn’t finished playing with you just yet, at least until she’d been able to coax Cordelia into joining the fun.

The leather of her glove was cool against your skin, and you had to resist the urge to melt into her touch, attempting to regain whatever semblance of dignity you still had after basically confirming Wilhemina’s accusations about your ‘loud thoughts’. You wanted to curse yourself. The low growl of her voice brought you slowly back out of your thoughts, paired with the way she’d brought her fingers to fiddle with the bow of your top that had loosened.

“The only person I struggle with is my dearest Delia, although I can’t be surprised of course. She’s had prior experience with a clairvoyant witch such as myself. She knows how to hide her thoughts.”  The smirk had returned, fingers tapping twice on your temple as if to remind you that you don’t have that capability; making you blink as if to break out of the trance she had you in with the steel of her gaze.

“Cordelia found the book.” You stammered, eyes breaking contact and focusing on the way the gold of her earring caught the light above as she moved.

You suddenly remembered the reason you’d come to find Wilhemina in the first place, bar wanting to confront her; having been so lost in the selfish embarrassment of your blossoming feelings for the two women that you’d completely forgotten. The smirk on her face faltered slightly as she processed your words, moving backwards with a slight shake of her head.

“Wha- How do you know?”

“She called me to her office, it was my spell book! She wanted to know if I was clairvoyant.”

“What did you say?” Her voice was urgent, raspy with her hand clawing at your shoulder to shake you. You felt much like you were being interrogated, for something that you shouldn’t have had to deal with in the first place. You weren’t the witch in the wrong here.

“I had to lie to her, of course!” You hissed again, scoffing at the insinuation that you’d betrayed the weird sort of trust you’d both formed over your shared secret. “I couldn’t very well say, ‘oh well actually, it was your girlfriend that was reading it, because, and soz for not mentioning sooner, I turned her into a witch. Surprise!”

You made a point to shake your hands as if finishing a performance, your nervousness about the situation surfacing through blatant sarcasm. You could see the vein in Ms Venables neck pulse in time with her heart, face angered with your stupidity.

“Stop being so facetious” she warned, voice low as if daring you to make another nervous joke at her expense. Stepping dangerously toward you, like a cat stalking prey until you could feel the warm tickle of her breath against your cheek. She tilted her chin to look down at you along the bridge of her nose, her cheek bones protruding as she sucked on her tongue in annoyance.

You so badly wanted to kiss her. Pull her in by the hairs at the back of her neck and surprise her with it. Fuelled by the beating of your heart and the way her face lingered just a breath’s worth away from your own. To stop yourself from doing just that, you dodged her glare and her face, rounding it to the side and stammering out to bringing you both back on topic.

“We need to tell Cordelia.” You burst out, using Ms Venables momentary stunned face to quickly step back and out of her close proximity, trying to still the heavy heave of your chest.

Wilhemina looked as if she was going to protest and get close to you again but she saw your eyes widen in fear, looking over her shoulder towards the door, and she whipped round. You both were now facing Cordelia like deer caught in the blinding headlights, who stood fast and looked at you both expectantly.

“Tell me what, exactly?”

 PART 4

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[Peter Maximoff x reader (X-Men: Apocalypse)

Summary: When an injury brings Peter’s superhuman speed to a screeching halt, you figure he could use some company and cheering up.

Warnings: mild language

Notes: could be interpreted as romantic or platonic, if that’s more your speed]

           You hurry in from the rain, pausing just long enough to shake off your umbrella on the doorstep before closing the door behind you. You take a moment to wipe your shoes on the mat in an attempt to keep them from squeaking in the tiled halls of the mansion.

           The floorplan of this rebuilt version is practically identical to the original. The design and decor are much the same, too. Still… You feel a bit like a stranger, or maybe the mansion itself does.

           With everything else that’d happened, you hadn’t really had a chance to process your own experience that day. One second, you were trimming the hedges by the mansion’s front steps. The next, you were a hundred yards away, surrounded by the students and staff, and the mansion was exploding, and suddenly there in your midst was your childhood best friend – Peter Maximoff, all grown up.

           It’s funny how someone you knew for such a short time could’ve made such an impact on you. Really, you and Peter only knew each other for two years. It baffled the teachers how a quiet goody-two-shoes like you could be thick as thieves with resident mischief-maker Peter Maximoff, but you were practically inseparable. Perhaps it was partly due to some truth in the old saying about opposites attracting. But there was more to it than that. You and Peter shared a secret.

           Your sporadic telekinesis had nothing on Peter’s incredible speed, but he never seemed to mind. You were both just so happy to finally have someone who understood, who you didn’t have to hide from. Those two years were some of the best of your life.

           And years passed, and you grew up. You kept your abilities hidden, but you kept the memory of Peter with you. You’d think of him often, hoping that he was doing well, wherever he was. You never expected to see him again.

           Lost in thought, Hank hurries around a corner and nearly bowls you over. You both apologize to each other, laughing, and continue on your respective ways.

           It feels strange being back here after… Well, after everything. Everyone is doing their best to settle back into a routine, but it isn’t quite working yet. Maybe it won’t ever feel the same.

           The students either converse too loudly or are oddly subdued, with very little in between. Scott Summers’ group of close friends is never far from his side, and the faculty likewise seem to hover around the professor. It’s difficult not to dwell on how bad things had gotten, and how much worse everything could’ve been.

           And if it’s difficult for you, you can only imagine how it must be for the person you’re here to see. You pause to knock politely at his door, and the voice that answers sounds oddly terse.

           “You can come in.”

           You slip into the room to find Peter scowling morosely out the window. He’s still laid up in bed, his broken leg in a cast and propped up on a pillow. He’s got a wicked case of bedhead, and there are dark rings under his eyes. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so tired.

           There’s an odd sound you can’t quite place – like the low hum of a fan or the purring of a cat – and you realize that it’s just Peter drumming his fingers restlessly on his nightstand at impossible speeds. He turns his head, and when he sees that it’s you walking through the door, his expression shifts into one of relief.

           “Oh, thank God,” he says, “I thought it was somebody coming to make sure I’m still “resting.” C’mere! Have a seat!”

           You grab a nearby chair and drag it closer to his bedside. You hate to see Peter cooped up and frustrated like this, but it’s good to see him, period. You don’t like to think about what could’ve happened to him in Cairo.

           When you look back up at Peter, his hair is smoothed down neatly. You snort involuntarily. If he's feeling well enough to be vain, it must be a good sign.

           “How are you holding up?” you ask.

           Peter slumps against his stack of pillows and groans dramatically, letting his head fall back.

           “I’m bored out of my mind. Do you know that they’re not letting me walk for a week? A whole week! Something about a risk of my leg not healing right if I move too fast on it. I said I’d walk like a normal person, but they apparently don’t trust me. Can you believe that? Don’t answer that. So I asked them just to drug me, knock me out for the rest of the week so I can get it over with, but they won’t do that either. This blows.”

           It’s hard not to smile, but it’s just so good to hear his voice. And, damn, people say you talk too fast. You’d forgotten that Peter was the true motor-mouth. Maybe he’s where you picked it up from. Though he still looks annoyed, Peter seems a little more relaxed after all that. Apparently he needed someone to vent to.

           He rolls his head to one side to look at you, and his brows furrow. “Hey, are you okay? You look tired.”

           “I look tired?” you say, “Have you looked in a mirror lately?”

           “I haven’t, actually, because the mirror’s all the way over there, and I’m stuck in bed. You wouldn’t guess that having to sit alone with your own thoughts would wear you out, but apparently it does.”

           You’d had a feeling that the broken leg isn’t all that’s weighing on his mind. There’s still the whole Magneto business.

           You almost ask him about it, but you think better of it. Peter’s got a lot to mull over on that front. If he wants to talk about it, you’ll be there to listen, but you don’t want to bring it up when he doesn’t have any way to exit the conversation if he needed to. You decide to change the topic slightly.

           “Listen,” you say, “I never got a chance to thank you. You saved my life. You saved so many people. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t turned up at the mansion when you did.”

           Peter ducks his head a bit as he smiles, probably pleased to get a little recognition. There hadn’t been much time for gratitude in the moment. There hadn’t been much time for anything, really. And there certainly hadn’t been time to reconnect.

          You’d chased after Scott and his friends into the wreckage, trying to make sure none of them got hurt, and then things went from bad to worse. Suddenly, you found yourself tagging along with these immensely powerful teenagers on a fly-by-night rescue mission. It’s a good thing you did, too. Who else was gonna fly that getaway plane?

           Your own mutant abilities had never been particularly strong, not in a combat sense. You’d learned to be a pilot in an effort to make yourself useful. You just hadn’t expected it to pay off in a situation like that.

           “What can I say? Right time, right place… Right speed.” Peter’s grin turns rueful as he glances down at his busted leg. “I mean, by all rights, I should be thanking you, too.”

           You’d been trying not to dwell on that whole experience. It makes you feel a little sick to remember seeing that familiar silver streak darting around while Apocalypse was tossed in the air like a ragdoll, and then feeling the hope choked out of you as you heard Peter scream in pain.

           You don’t know how you managed to scramble down out of that second story ruin after Hank and Scott without hurting yourself any worse, but you did. You tried to shake it from your mind – the feeling of shrapnel and energy battering the telekinetic field you’d struggled to maintain around Peter and Mystique.

           You clear your throat, as though that’ll somehow clear out the memory as well. “Yeah… I guess sometimes you don’t know what you’re capable of until it’s literally do-or-die.”

           “I don’t just mean Cairo.” Peter shakes his head. “Well, that, too. But I don’t just mean that. I mean when we were kids. You always had my back.”

           Just before middle school, Peter’s family had moved away. You weren’t quite sure why, but it seemed like something had happened and Peter wouldn’t talk about it. He spent his entire last week in town with you, and on the very last day he hugged you tightly and promised that he’d come back and visit if he could.

           You never heard from him again.

           It was only years later that you’d put the pieces together – the Maximoffs’ sudden move, the well-dressed men turning up at the school and asking strange questions. Peter must’ve gotten caught using his powers, and his mother packed up the whole family and fled to protect him.

          “For weeks, months after we moved away, Mom was so scared. She wouldn’t let me out of the house. She thought that, any second, somebody was gonna show up and… I dunno, take me away, I guess. But I wasn’t worried. I was a cocky little shit, y’know?”

           You snort. “‘Was?’ Pretty sure that part of your personality hasn’t changed.”

           Peter laughs, but it fades quickly.

           “I heard that people came to our old school looking for me. And, hey, they never found me and Mom, so I figured you must’ve covered for me.”

           If there was one thing you were grateful to your younger self for, it was your instinctive distrust of these suspicious strangers.

           “I didn’t tell them anything,” you say, and Peter nods.

           “I knew you wouldn’t. But this one day, something hit me. What if they found out that you were a mutant, too?” Peter shakes his head, biting his lip. “I was terrified. I thought they were gonna find you, and… and I don’t know what I thought they’d do to you.”

           You feel cold all of a sudden. That thought hadn’t occurred to you. You’d been so focused on trying to keep Peter safe that you never once considered that you might be in danger, yourself. All those news articles about what Bolivar Trask had been up to ten years ago come flooding into your mind. You brush them aside and focus on what Peter’s saying now.

           “I wanted to run back there, make sure you were alright; maybe – I don’t know – take you with me and run away so we’d both be safe. I actually bought one of those AM radios, if you can believe it. Every night, I’d use the skip to listen to the news back there. I never heard anything about you, so I had to make myself believe it meant that you were okay. Otherwise I would’ve gone crazy, y’know?”

           He laughs again, but it sounds a little shaky.

           “Yeah, I know,” you say quietly. The air in the room feels sorta heavy now. Damn it, you’d come here to cheer Peter up, and it’s about time you get to it. You change topics with all the grace of a sledgehammer. “Speaking of none of this, I brought you something.”

           Peter immediately perks up. You rummage in your backpack and pull out a box of Nutty Buddy bars.

           “I remember these where your favorite when we were kids. I didn’t know if you still liked them, so I brought some Star Crunch, too. But you don’t have to-”

           Peter seems to blur for a moment, and suddenly both boxes are torn open and several wrappers are arcing their way into the trash can. Peter lets out a satisfied sigh. You might’ve remembered his favorites, but you’d forgotten his habit of absolutely inhaling them.

           “Okay, I guess I shouldn’t have worried,” you say.

           “What else you got in that bag?” Peter asks. “It can’t all be snack cakes. Unless it is…?”

           He’s joking, but you can tell he wouldn’t be disappointed if the answer was yes. You heft your heavily-loaded backpack onto the edge of the bed.

           “I figured you’d be bored, so I brought some books over in case you… What?”

           Peter never had a great poker face. You can tell that he’s definitely trying to smile, but that expression is a pained grimace. He laughs ruefully.

           “I might not be able to walk, but my hands still work. And my eyes. Did you know I can read a whole bookshelf in two hours?”

           “Oh…”

           You hadn’t thought of that. You look down, crestfallen. Of course, if something can be done at speed, that’s how Peter will do it. So that rules out all the other usual time-killers – crosswords or jigsaw puzzles or craft projects.

           But you remember Peter enjoying some things that can’t be sped through – live music being the main one. You start to wonder about the logistics of sneaking Peter out to take him to a concert or a play or something, but that’d be difficult to pull off without the professor catching you. Hmm…

           Peter’s brow furrows for a second, and then his expression brightens.

           “Hey, why don’t you read them to me?”

           You blink in surprise. “What, me?”

           “Yeah, you. Who else?”

           At this prospect, you’re suddenly rethinking everything. For all Peter might call himself a loser, you’d always seen him as infinitely cooler than yourself.

           “I don’t know. These are some of my own books, and I don’t know if you’ll actually like any of them.” You can feel yourself blushing preemptively, certain he’ll judge your taste in literature. “Maybe if I run to the library instead-”

           “No, don’t go!” Peter interrupts. “It’s raining cats and dogs out there, and I’m sick of being alone. Come on, read me your nerd books. Please?”

           He turns those big, pretty, puppy-dog eyes on you, and it’d be almost impossible to say no, even if you wanted to. Which you don’t. You sigh, smiling at him.

           “Alright, you win,” you say, “But you have to at least pick which one.”

           His face brightens into a full thousand-watt grin. “Done!”

           Peter blurs once more as he shuffles through your selection of books. Then suddenly he’s still again, tilting his head as he studies a stout little paperback.

           “Hey, didn’t they make a movie out of this?”

           He tosses it to you and settles back against the pillows, watching you expectantly. You pull up your legs to sit cross-legged on the chair and take a deep breath. Here goes.

           “‘Carl Conrad Coreander – Old Books.’ This inscription could be seen on the glass door of a small shop…”

           You read on, interrupted only by the odd quip or question from Peter. You hardly mind his commentary. You’re just happy that the story seems to be entertaining him. He’s a far cry from the agitated ball of nerves he’d been when you walked in.

           You glance over at the clock and see that two hours have gone by. You wonder if Peter would mind you taking a quick intermission to give your voice a break. But as you turn to ask him, you fall silent.

           Peter’s head is lolled back on the pillows, his eyes closed, his lips parted slightly. His chest rises and falls with deep, even breaths – sound asleep.

           You smile fondly at him. Poor guy. He really must’ve been exhausted.

Telekinetically, you switch off the lamp. The atmosphere in the room softens to the grey light filtering in from the rainy day outside. There. That’s more conducive to sleeping.

           You make note of the page you’d left off on and close the book, picking up your copy of Howl’s Moving Castle instead. Moving as carefully and quietly as you can to keep from waking Peter, you make your way over to a more comfortable spot on the window seat.

           You’d hate for Peter to think you’d run out on him after he fell asleep. You’ll stick around. And if he needs anything when he wakes up, you’ll be here. That’s what old friends are for.

[lunar-insanity]

Hi! I’d like to introduce you all to my Psychonauts OC/Sona! I had a lot of fun making her and figuring out how her powers would work. Prepare for ramblings cause I am gonna ramble hehe ^^;

But this is, is Agent Lunar Tabalon! One of the younger official Psychonauts.

Lunar is a quick tempered, highly creative and imaginative, 22 year old agent. She’s the agent who more or less helps keep the Motherlobe running, helping Hollis manage it by doing tasks like check ins, monitoring missions, making sure things are done and seeing what needs doing and usually doing that herself.

As the Motherlobe’s artist and current illusion specialist, she runs training programs where she tests to see how well an agent can realize they’re in an illusion and find their way out. She also aids in combat training.

Lunar’s a relatively kind person who tends to not take shit from anyone, and lends a listening ear to whoever needs it, and is always encouraging of someone’s creativity or progress; but she also has a quick burning temper and has... violent impulses whenever angry. She doesn’t let those impulses come out until it’s safe aka, until she punch a wall to let it out. It more comes out in her angry threats but she has the resolve to never let her anger hurt someone.

Above all, she wants to be am honest and fair protector and someone you could lean on, even if she can’t really help, she’s at least there.

Now let’s get to the Powers!

The main 8 that she’s known for are PSI Blast, Pyrokinesis, Hydrokinesis, Telekinesis, Levitation (Sorta), Mental Projection, Shield, and Illusion.

But how they work for her is... Different than normal (Or as far as I’ve seen any canon ones use them)

(They also tend to be rainbow coloured or are constantly changing colours)

The main thing is movement. She is always in motion when using her powers, whether it is a snap of her fingers to set something on fire, a roar to breath fire; or a full body motion to command water with twirls, punches, and stomps; or a defensive motion to put up her shield, she is always moving. The only times she’s not are when she uses PSI Blast, Mental Projection, or Illusion and even then there’s some movement, be it a quick motion of the hands or a sweeping arm gesture. Lunar channels her powers through her body and movement.

Her powers are also influenced by music, but we’ll get to that later. Some of her powers also have dragon influences to them.

Now Lunar is a natural Pyro and Hydro kinetic. When her powers first began to manifest as a child, those are what he gravitated towards. Being from an island country, it was normal for psychics there to by Hydrokinetic, their way of life depended on the sea. To be naturally inclined towards both opposing elements wasn’t... as normal, but as she grew older, her Pyrokinesis tended to be fueled by passion and eager energy.

Nowadays her fire is fueled by passion, anger, and adrenaline. Where as her water is more fueled by playfulness and adrenaline.

Levitation is a power that works differently for her than it does most Psychics. She has a hard time actually levitating. You need positive thoughts to keep yourself afloat and she can’t really summon those on command, often she need an upbeat song for that.

However the Levitation Ball is far better than others. It’s fast, super fast. She can be on the ball and zipping off like it was a motorcycle in a few second flat. And this is when her levitation is at its best. When she’s going so fast on the ground, the wind whips through her hair, and everything is zooming by. This is when she feels most like she could fly.

This is because a lot of her powers are fueled by adrenaline, and this uses that adrenaline to the max. She can leap across great lengths, stay airborne for seconds at a time, and race because the speed makes her soar.

Speed and adrenaline keep her going.

Her Levitation ball ALSO doubles as a projectile. She often uses it as an extension of her kick (which she loves. She loves to kick) but sometimes also uses it like a high speed football, kicking it to slam into people.

Telekinesis and Shield are her lesser used abilities, but still important parts of the arsenal. Shield especially. Most attacks fired bounce or glide off her shields and sometimes, if angled properly, can send the attacks bouncing back. They’re solid too, unlike other seen instances of Shield. She can make a dome protection, or small patch based on where her arm is or where she wants it to appear.

PSI Blast is the only power where she does the typical fingers-to-temples pose that most psychics do. And she has an infinite supply of PSI Blasts because, like most of her other powers, they’re fueled by anger, adrenaline, and a few times determination. They’re sharp and zip through the air and really hurt.

But, what Lunar specializes in is Mental Projection and Illusion. 

She has always been passionate about art in all it’s forms and it comes out best in these two powers. Rather than archetypes, she summons characters that she has created for years or spontaneously makes on the spot. She can summon cute little characters, cartoons in her own style, or horror styled abominations, depending on what the situation needs. Give her some time and she can come up with something to scare or at the very least unsettle.

Illusions is similar. She can project them to either hide herself by creating a similar illusion of her surroundings, or make an elaborate one designed for someone to get lost in. It is what she’s best at.

And both of these are fueled by passion, creativity, and imagination. They come out most when she’s dancing to a song or creating a scene from a story she’s writing or reading.

One thing I keep mentioning is Music. You know how sometimes when listening to music you just... vibe? Like there’s a vibe to things that gets you going? That’s what it does to her. High energy and fast paced tracks keep her heart pumping and adrenaline high and is what she uses for battle or speed. Slower songs also have an effect where her movements get calmer and her powers get gentler. They also influence Illusion and Projection sometimes, when she finds a spot alone to just vibe to music.

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Aaaaand that’s it for now ;w; That is a lot and I still have more, like the actual psychology in her head and her mindscape and a bit extra. But I’ll save that for next time when I have them drawn. For now... tadaaah : D

If I ever do write that self-indulgent self-insert fic, this is who i’ll use ^^