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Hard Launching

Summary: Iida finds it amusing how much you enjoy posting him on your Instagram Characters/Pairings: Iida x reader, fem!Reader Warning: smau, fem!reader but that's simply due to the pfp i picked, minor mention of the incident with Iida's brother, established relationship, no war becuase I still haven't finished watching past s2 💀 Word Count: ~500 A/N: This is my first time writing anything mha related!! my bad to anyone using a pc or laptop, i fear the layout might not be as aesthetic as i've planned LMAO

It had only been two hours since you posted the sweet photo of Iida and your local stray, and yet for some reason you couldn't help but yearn to post more. An abundance of photos had been compiled in your phone's gallery, so many to the point where your phone had taken upon itself to make a personal folder just for your sweet boyfriend, Tenya Iida. Most were of him resting against your chest, dark hair messily spread across his face as he slept soundly against your warm skin, while others were more serious, such as the professional photos taken of him at sports events. Every single photo held a memory, whether it be enjoyable or embarrassing and you planned to treasure every single one of them.

While you were already pressing the small plus at the bottom of your screen, Iida had found his way towards your spot on the lounge. Your eyes flickered upwards and your face softened into a sweet smile. The relationship you shared had been built upon mutual trust and a genuine bond. You were there for him when his brother was injured, pushing him until he finally opened up. In many ways, that was the beginning of your gentle relationship. You sighed at the thought, something that Iida had picked up on almost instantaneously. He set himself down next to you, arm gently wrapping around your waist to pull you into his warm chest. It had been two years since graduation, and five years since you first started dating. Although he had been rather shy with any displays of affection in the beginning, he was completely comfortable now.

"I saw your post.." He whispered into your ear, the cool frame of his glasses brushing against your cheek as he leaned in to rest his head against your shoulder. Your cheeks flushed, nose scrunching up as you recognised the subtle hint of amusement settled deep beneath his words. "Did you like it?" Your eyes lit up at his small nod against your warm skin, feeling the soft touch of his lips against your cheek.

Iida couldn't stop that gentle smile that spread across his face at your words. He found it silly how desperate you were to finally announce to the world that you were dating through your socials. You'd taken a long break after an incident in highschool, hence why you were only now hard launching your boyfriend across your Instagram feed. He gave a gentle nod and soft hum, his hand squeezing your waist before he finally spoke again.

"I love it.."

Summary: Sylus doesn't like you coming home injured Characters/Pairing: Sylus x GN!Reader Word Count: 391 Warnings: Mention of minor injury A/N: I'm trying a new way of formatting so pls bear with me lol

"Why didn't you call me?

"I didn't want to worry you..."

"What worries me is that you think I wouldn't drop everything in a heartbeat to help you, sweetie." Sylus' warm palm caressed your cheek before gripping your face between his fingers. With his gentle yet stern hold on your face, he carefully inspected every inch of your skin. The most damage he managed to find consisted of the cut that embedded itself in your brow with the swelling of your soon to be black eye to compliment it. You flinch and he takes careful note of how much pressure he should apply when taking care of your wounds.

It was nothing bad. A low-level wanderer had caught you off guard during your routine stroll around the area surrounding the man's safehouse in the N109 zone. You knew you should have told Sylus where you were going, but you simply assumed Mephisto would keep his watchful eye on you as he usually does. Besides, you had taken that path more than a hundred times (that was an exaggeration) and there was never a wanderer in sight, other than today of course.

"It's really nothing, Sy." The nickname flows of your tongue with a small sigh. It always ignited something within him, keeping Sylus on the edge of his seat. Your voice was the purest melody, blessing his ears like any angel would. His steady hands pulled your face close, slightly chapped lips brushing against yours before he rested cheek against yours. Although he seemed big and bad, Sylus was utterly wrapped around your fingers. He shook his head, and you swore his frown deepened just the slightest bit.

"It's not nothing... You are injured." He spoke sternly, "And you didn't think to come to me first." Your eyes widened and face fell into a pitiful frown. You trusted Sylus, but the thought of being a burden lingered in the back of your mind. Instead, you simply nodded and swallowed back your words as those crimson eyes stared deep into your eyes. You would never live down this feeling, the guilt that would bare its claws deep into your back. But for now, you shook the feeling away and let the older man tend to your stinging wounds, relishing in the warmth of his palms and the depth of his gruff voice.

I fear I have so many little ideas for teen! thanos and nam-gyu. like, i've got so much lore set up for them in my notes. they're just so cute :(( enjoy this little drabble of thanos coming back from a trip to the us!!!

"Why are you looking down like that?"

The taller boy chortled, holding back a childish grin that seemed to be forever plastered across his face. The warm, calloused hand at the nape of his neck, shoving the others head down finally released only to be met with a harsh slap. The purple haired boy whined, holding his pain afflicted hand as if the slap actually hurt.

"Dude- The fuck are you doing? Let go of me." Nam-gyu shoved the other off, finally letting his eyes fall upon his best friend. It had been months since the two had last seen each other. Six months and four days, but Nam-gyu wasn't keeping track, not at all. His dark eyes widened, suddenly aware of just how the other was towering over him, purple tufts of hair flickering in front of the others' eyes as Su-bong tilted his head. Su-bong had to have at least been a whole head taller than him now. What had they been feeding him...

"Fuck, man," Su-bong whined, shaking his hand as he finally straightened, "No need to hit me!" His complaints didn't cease until the other flicked him once again, square in his forehead. This certainly wasn't the warm welcome he was expecting. A playful pout fell across his face. "This is no way to greet your best friend," He pointed towards the other, making his chipped black nail polish rather obvious. In his eyes he hadn't grown much. Sure, his pant legs were shorter, but he figured they just shrunk in the wash. It seemed more reasonable that Nam-gyu might have shrunk.

Rotten

Summary: You're sick of Miguel treating you like shit Characters/Pairing: Miguel x GN!Reader Word Count: 342 Warnings: angst, Miguel deserves a jump scare warning in everything A/N: why are all my old fics so short :((

"Everything I did was to protect you!"

Those words were etched into your brain. How dare he tell you that. He hasn't thought of you since your wedding night.

Every day you heard the same excuse for why Miguel wasn't at home. Lyla would send a message, 'Sorry, Miguel won't be coming home tonight, work is keeping him late.' Every single day! It was pathetic and you knew it. You stuck around because, 'love conquers all', right? Fucking wrong.

Today you had finally had enough. You had bottled so much anger that all you could do now was boil. Your face grew red, cheeks hot in pure rage. You could hear your own blood rushing through your body in tidal waves, adrenaline causing your heart to thud against your chest. Your stomach felt like it had flipped inside out.

"For me? Oh, Miguel. You have done nothing for me!" The words slipped out faster than your mind could think. "You have been a selfish, piece of shit since the moment I met you. It just only took me two years to fucking notice." Your feet moved forward and before you realised your finger was hitting his chest with every word that slipped past your swollen lips.

Angry tears poured down your cheeks. "I have waited. I have been patient! I have let you dump your sob story on me. I did everything to make sure that you weren't going fucking crazy! I sacrificed my own fucking sanity for you! God, how I wish I had of ran away the day that I married you."

Your words hit him like knives in the pit of his stomach. His mouth ran dry. It was the first time you had ever seen him entirely speechless. Usually he had an excuse, but you supposed he had used them up in the two years you were married.

"Nothing to say, yeah? Guess you wasted all your excuses. You don't deserve me, Miguel O'Hara."

That was the last night you saw Miguel O'Hara and you were happy about it.

Dating Pavitr Prabhakar

Summary: Dating Pavitr is the best thing that has ever happened to you. Characters/Pairing: Pavitr x GN!reader Word Count: 264 Warnings: none, just fluff!! A/N: this is insanely short and probs cringe

He's constantly making you chai. Like you'll be sitting on his bed, legs crossed and reading a book and all of a sudden, you're sipping on the most perfect chai, and you don't even remember how you got it?

You met during a buddy program. You were going to India for a term of school and ended up with Pavitr as your buddy

He was so sweet and kind that you eventually gave him your number (claiming it was to keep in touch if you ever got lost) and not long after he asked you on the first date

He was so sweet and kind, simply basking in your company. Your first date was a little study date.

He lets you play with his hair

Like, it's so perfect and he knows you just need to do something with your hands sometimes, so he's just laying with his head in your lap and enjoying the gentle touch of your fingers through his hair!

He doesn't know how to initiate a kiss, which is kind of funny cause he's definitely Hobie's wingman

The moment Hobie gets an s/o you're all going on double dates to different dimensions (if you're spider-people)

He lets you call him the sweetest pet names and in return you get to watch him swoon

Like, you call him 'sweetheart' once and he's a puddle on the floor

He definitely enjoys peppering your face in kisses all the time!

At the start of your relationship, he was too scared to even hug you, let alone kiss you. And now he's the one peppering you with love

He's a little shy to begin with too. As much as people think of him as having a perfect life, he doesn't have much game until he gets completely comfortable holding your hand

Eventually he is the one constantly making you swoon and fall over your feet, but he's also always there to catch you.

ASTV Master list

Hobart 'Hobie' Brown

Fics

Sure, Next time

Patching Hobie Brown up after a more dangerous encounter with a supervillain. (Hurt/Comfort) (gender neutral)

I'm not a role model. I was a runway model.

Hobie models your own designs (fluff) (gender neutral)

Accidents Happen.

Hobie's piercing gets stuck between your septum ring, leading to a sticky situation (fluff) (gender neutral)

Baby Fever

Hobie calls you over while babysitting Mayday (gender neutral) (fluff)(drabble)

Unresolved Feelings

Hobie has been nothing but nice to you, but you can't do the same in return (gender neutral) (ft. Gwen) (angst)

Head cannons

Touch Starved! Hobie

Things touch starved Hobie does to you (gender neutral) (slightly suggestive)

What the ASTV boys love about you

Ft. What Hobie loves about you (gender neutral)

Flirtatious! Hobie

Things flirtatious Hobie does to you that he can't get enough of (gender neutral) (fluff)

Miles Morales

Fics

Come home with me.

Asking Miles to come with you to your dimension ends in a little more than you expected (fluff) (gender neutral) (coming soon)

Unknowing and Unexpected

When Miles is taken to dimension 42 he doesn't expect to see an old friend.. or at least a version of one (series)(angst)(gender neutral)(cannon violence)

Headcannons

What the ASTV boys love about you

ft. What Miles Morales loves about you (fluff) (gender neutral)

Gwen Stacy

Fics

I missed you

Headcannons

Gwen struggles with keeping her s/o safe (request) (gender neutral) (angst)

Partner

You need a break and Gwen is determined for you to see that (request) (gender neutral) (comfort/hurt)

Interacting with Spider-Woman while dating Gwen

Ft. Playful banter with Spider-Woman (gender neutral) (fluff) (angst)

Miguel O'Hara

Fics

You Don't Deserve Me

Miguel fucked up. (angst) (gender neutral) (short)

Headcannons

What the ASTV boys love about you

Ft. What Miguel O'Hara loves about you (fluff) (gender neutral)

Possessive! Miguel

Things possessive Miguel enjoys doing to you (NSFW) (explicit) (gender neutral reader)

Peter B Parker

Fics

Temptation

Peter longs for you more than you think (drabble) (nsfw) (Fem reader) (explicit)

Headcannons

What the ASTV boys love about you

Ft. What Peter B Parker loves about you (fluff) (gender neutral)

E-42 Miles Morales

Fics

Cat and Mouse

E-42 Miles realizes he's fallen in deep with his enemy (angst) (fem reader) (coming soon)

Silence

Sometimes all Miles needs is a good hug and some silence (hurt/comfort) (grieving) (gender neutral)

AP Chem

Miles is still a teenager, and you can't help but admire him as he does his AP chemistry homework (fluff) (drabble) (fem)

Headcannons

Soft!42 Miles

Things soft Miles loves about you (gender neutral) (fluff)

Pavitr Prabhakar

Fics

Coming soon

Headcannons

What the ASTV boys love about you

Ft. What Pavitr Prabhakar loves about you (fluff) (gender neutral)

Dating Pavitr Prabhakar

He's a little awkward, but it's okay because you love him

.....😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

THRONE (FAE KING BAKUGOU X READER)

18+, MINORS DNI, ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+.

Warnings: breeding, baby fever bakugou?, non con (kinda)- dubcon, exhibitionism, unprotected seggs (don't let the pole near the hole of its not wrapped kiddos)

Fae king bakugou who hasn't had a woman in so long, not finding any of those fae ladies who throw themselves at him at all appealing.

You a silly human who just so happened to step through the barrier to the fae world and is immediately caught by the King's guards and taken to the Palace.

'Sir we found this one wandering at the border'

'Thank you general kirishima, leave the human with me, I will deal with them accordingly'

He just loved the look of you, your soft h/c hair and e/c eyes, the curve of your hips and the way your stomach slightly bulged over your pants. Ahh yes, you were perfect to carry his heir, after all he was getting older fae don't live forever he would need a child to take over one they come of age and a pretty little queen to keep giving him kids.

Before you can even get a word out and apologising for accidentally crossing the magical border between your worlds, you're over his throne, ass up with him balls deep in your pussy.

'Fuck baby so tight' he groans as he snaps his hips into yours at a brutal pace, his balls smacking your clit everytime he thrusts.

'F-ffuckkkkkk' you cry whilst being split open on his cock, so cockdrunk that you forget just how you ended up in this situation in the first place.

All of a sudden he speeds up, he grabs your hair and brings you up so your back is flush with his chest.

"Gonna make such a pretty wife... gimme lots of babies huh? You want that? Wan me to breed this pussy so hard that all you ever think about is me fucking my kids into you yeah?" He licks the sweat that's collected on your neck and pants into your ear like a dog.

You whine in response to his question and thrust your hips back in attempt to keep up with his ungodly pace.

"Need words baby, tell me what you want" his hand circles your neck as you tip back your head nearing closer to your end.

"Fuck baku- bakugou, wan your babies please, wan em so much plea-" a particularly hard thrust has you Cummings around him with a cry, his pace not slowing now only with his end in mind.

"Please what? Tell me what you want baby" you turn your head as you feel his thrusts becoming sloppy.

"Cum inside me... please bakugou. Cum for me" you meet his lips in a searing kiss as he finally let's go and floods your womb with his cum.

He picks you up, still connected and moved back to sit on his throne with you still naked on his lap. Your mixed release dripping from your folds and onto his throne, that you look at in amazement.

"You like it?" He questions gesturing to the throne, "ill have you one made, we can put it right next to mine"

"What?" You look at him puzzled and shuffle to get more comfortable as he sits inside of you. "Why would you do that?"

"Well my queen's going to need her own throne... and when our children are old enough we can have more made to line the Isle with" he grins slightly at the thought of it.

"Children )!?!?! Queen!?" You look back shocked as he smiles at you, his eyes shinning.

"Oh yes, our children will be beautiful" he gently grabs your chin and brings you in for a kiss. "And what a wonderful queen you'll be".

Kirishima watching them fuck thru the crack in the door fitting his cock... bakugou ofc knows he's there, it's always more fun with an audience.

CALLING ALL ARTISTS SOMEONE PLS DRAW ME A FAE KING BAKUGOU 😩💳💥💳💥💳💥💳

Wow... 😦📎📌📍📐📏

the story of love: going back | daminette

summary: marinette returns to college francois dupont.

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Marinette inhaled deeply as she stood in front of College Francois Dupont.

Damian noticed – he was far too observant sometimes – and placed a kiss on her temple. “Everything’s going to be okay, Angel,” he promised.

Marinette believed him.

As she walked into the school with Damian, everyone stopped what they were doing to stare unabashedly at her and Damian.

When she walked by, Marinette could hear people whispering, dating Damian Wayne and our Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Dating him?

But she ignored them.

**

“Ms Dupain-Cheng, please reconsider your transfer-” whimpered Mssr. Damocles.

Marinette interrupted him sweetly. “With all due respect, sir-” which means none at all, you sniveling idiot, “I am not going to change my mind. Now, please, hand me my transfer papers.”

With a trembling hand, Damocles finally gave the papers to her. “You will have to go back to your classroom, to collect your belongings,” he said faintly.

Marinette was well aware that the only reason he wanted her here was to make his school more popular – not because he cared about her. He never did.

As she and Damian walked out of his office, Damian gave her an appreciative smile. “You handled that situation amazingly, Angel. I’m proud of you.”

Several students stopped to gawk at them when he said that.

Marinette giggled softly and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you, Dami.”

“Are you sure you want to go to your class?” asked Damian worriedly. “I could get your stuff for you, if you want.”

Marinette stroked his cheek fondly. It was nice of him to offer but she had to do this herself. “No, Dami. As much as I would, I can’t. I need closure and so do my classmates.”

Damian scoffed at the mention of her classmates. “Your old-” he emphasized the ‘old’, “-classmates need nothing of the sort. I would like to make the pay for what they did.”

Marinette smirked slyly. “Who said you can’t?”

Lila Rossi had absolutely no idea what the hell was going on.

That morning, while she got ready for school, she expected everyone to welcome her and worship her feet when she walked in.

What she wasn’t expecting was the cold glares and derisive sneers she got from literally everyone in the school.

Like, had Hawkmoth sent another akuma or something? Because otherwise she was going to have a chat with him about it.

When she walked into Mdm. Bustier’s class, Lila hoped at least her sheep would believe her grand tales of Prince Ali’s palace but no one gave her a single glance.

In fact, everyone, including Mdm. Bustier, was glaring at her.

Mdm. Bustier eyed her coldly and asked, “Would you like to explain your lies, Lila?”

Before she could come up with another lie, Lila was interrupted by none other than her worst enemy.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Lila smirked victoriously. No matter if her lies were discovered.

She could pin this on Marinette.

Marinette walked in confidently into her former class.

Seems like everyone was about to gang up on Lie-la, she thought with spiteful amusement.

You could hardly blame Marinette though. Lie-la had made her life a living hell for quite some time now. It was nice to know she would be paying for it.

She was snapped out of her not-so-nice thoughts when Alya yelled, “Marinette!”

The glasses-wearing girl tackled her in a hug – as if they had never stopped being friends, as if she had never ignored her, as if she hadn’t bullied her.

Alya seemed to be oblivious to the fact that her hug was one-sided. Marinette’s arms stayed firmly and stiffly by her side.

When Marinette gave no response to her, Alya finally backed away and looked at her – really looked at her – which meant looking at her stony expression.

“Marinette? What’s wrong?” she faltered, looking at her classmates for help.

And suddenly, they were all clamoring at her yelling about how good it was to have her back and how much they missed her as if they had never broken her heart. As if they weren’t the reason she spent hours wondering why she wasn’t enough for them. As if she they weren’t the reasons she spent innumerable nights crying herself to sleep.

Marinette could feel the anger building inside her body and was currently trying to resist the urge to let it out while simultaneously attempting not to get akumatized.

Hawkmoth was a man without a life and she wasn’t about to show weakness to the likes of him.

Completely ignoring her silence, her classmates and teacher (with the exception of Lila, of course) continued without abandon until finally, finally they shut up and by their fearful expressions – she knew why.

Showing the first semblance of emotions since she got to this hellhole called a class, Marinette flung her arms around her boyfriend and kissed him recklessly – completely ignoring her former-classmates as they had before and had continued to do so for years.

“Miss me?” Damian whispered against her lips.

Marinette nodded fervently. “The sooner we get out of here, the better.”

It finally, occurred to someone named Adrien that Marinette hadn’t said a word since she entered this cursed classroom.

In a voice that would have had her blushing mere months ago, he asked, “Mari, why haven’t you said anything? Aren’t you happy to see us?”

And then suddenly, the rest of the class was asking favors from her: Mari, will you give me a leg up (Literally everyone); An interview (Alya); A business deal (Adrien).

That was what tipped her over the edge, and judging by Damian’s smirk he knew it too.

Alya was shocked to see the anger that blossomed on Marinette’s face when Adrien said that.

“‘Happy to see you’” she snarled, eyes practically radiating pure anger. “You all could go and rot in hell for all I care.”

Rearing back in fear, Alya said, outraged, “What? But we’re your friends, Mari. How could you say something like that?”

Bad move, darling.

Marinette spun towards her, fists clenching. “Friends, huh?” she spat the word out. “Then where were you when I said Lila was lying? Oh, that’s right…you didn’t believe me!”

Using her momentary pause, Alya interrupted. “But you didn’t have any proof-”

“I was your best friend, Alya, you’re supposed to believe things like that without question.” Marinette glared at her. “And even if you didn’t, you were supposed to do some research about it, weren’t you?”

“But you were jealous! Jealous of your crush on Adrien!” Alya didn’t feel an ounce of guilt for what she said. She half expected Marinette to blush then and there.

It only served to make her angrier. “Yeah? Then who was the one to plan Kagami and Adrien’s date, huh? Me, that’s who!” Marinette advanced like a lion, Alya being the prey. “Then, pray tell me, how could I be jealous when I planned his date with another girl?”

Alya had no answer to that.

Marinette poked a finger into her chest, managing to look bigger even with her short stature. “I”ll tell you why. Because you. Were. A. SHIT. Best friend.”

Alya flinched at every word, knowing somewhere deep, deep down that it was true.

Adrien thought it was time to intervene.

Alya one of the most bull-headed girls he knew – though it served to be a flaw in this case, he thought regretfully – looked like she was going to cry.

“Marinette,” he said gently. “I think you need to calm down before you attract an akuma.”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say because he was her next target and Adrien couldn’t help but feel a little frightened. Especially, when the Wayne was standing there with a cocky smirk.

“Before I attract an akuma?” Marinette mimicked furiously. “Well, guess what, Adrien, ever since you told me to use the ‘high road’ I attracted 26 akumas because of you!”

Adrien flinched at her volume and Wayne’s sudden glare.

“What do you mean?” asked Rose, sweet Rose.

Marinette looked at him with a terrifying smile. Adrien felt his heart sink. He had a feeling this wasn’t going to end well for him.

“Adrien,” she said with an eerie calm. “Knew Lila was lying the whole time.”

The class was only able to stare at him in silent shock.

Marinette smirked at him so coldly, Adrien shivered. “And if you’re so concerned about people getting akumatized, then why the hell didn’t you stop your ‘best friend’ Chloe Bourgeois from causing more than half of the akumatizations in the whole of Paris?”

Adrien had nothing to say.

Because he knew she was right.

Caline Bustier did not like the direction this discussion was going in.

The whole class was hounding on Adrien like a pack of dogs and Marinette – her once role-model – was the cause of it.

What happened to the sweet girl she knew?

She didn’t realize she said it out loud until everyone had descended into silence.

Marinette shot her an icy glare. “The ‘sweet girl you knew’” she encased that in finger quotes. “-was a doormat, Bustier.”

Caline flinched.

Ignoring her discomfort, Marinette continued being brutally honest. “That girl would spend nights awake doing jobs for her friends – which you forced her to do – for free, the only payment being a ‘thank you.’ That girl let you dump all of your responsibilities as a teacher on her.”

Caline tried to protest against that. “I didn’t-”

“-dump all of your responsibilities on me?” finished Marinette. “You did. I was the one to plan all the class trips when it should have been you. I was the one to look after the class though it was your job. So tell me Bustier, how is it not?”

Seeing as she had no response, Marinette continued, the fire blazing brighter than ever. “And that bullshit about being the bigger person. Absolute rubbish. Forgiving and forgetting doesn’t make the bully stop. It encourages them. You’re a shit teacher Bustier and you don’t deserve to be one.”

Caline flinched when she heard Marinette use that profanity.

It didn’t make it any less true.

Marinette felt lighter than she had in years. It felt freeing to let all those feelings out.

“Now,” she said, sweetly as if she would have done before. “To the rest of my former-classmates. I hate you, and I hope I never, ever see you again because you all absolutely suck.”

She felt a spiteful sort of satisfaction when she saw their shocked faces.

As Marinette held her hand out, she asked, “My stuff please?”

Lila’s head was reeling. What the hell was happening?

She expected Marinette to accept those idiot’s apologies, not blow up at them!

Nothing was going her way today.

Except for one thing…

Lila allowed herself a tiny smirk when she saw a purple butterfly floating into the room – straight towards Marinette.

Oh no you don’t.

She launched herself up onto a table and trapped the akuma in between her arms. By then, the entire class had noticed her acrobatics and fallen into silent horror when they saw what she did.

But she didn’t care.

After beating Ladybug, Lila would take both of the miraculous and rule the world! She was astounding, wasn’t she?

As she inserted the akuma into her bracelet, she smirked. “Hello, Hawkmoth,” she purred.

“Mdm. Rossi, do you mind?” he hissed through their connection. “I could finally akumatize my target and you came in between.”

Lila felt her heart stop beating in shock. “What?” she gasped. “You want Maribrat to defeat Ladybug? I am so much better!”

She stamped her foot for emphasis, ignoring the people in the room.

Hawkmoth sighed as if she was a 2-year-old child throwing a tantrum. “Don’t you see Mdm. Rossi?” he said with exasperation. “You were only a pawn and perhaps a slightly useful weapon in my game. Marinette Dupain-Cheng was my ultimate akuma to defeat Ladybug and Chat Noir.”

Leaving Lila to drown in her outrage, Hawkmoth swiftly guided the akuma from her bracelet and into Marinette’s purse.

Marinette stiffened as she felt Hawkmoth assert his control on her.

“Princess Justice,” he crooned. “I am Hawkm-”

Through his usual spiel, Marinette heard Damian pleading her not to give in.

“-Angel, you need to fight him.” Damian was saying, ignoring her idiot class’s shock at seeing him speak.

Hawkmoth taking no notice of her thoughts, continued. “I will give you the power to make everyone who has wronged you pay-”

Oh, hell no.

Marinette spoke to him for the first time, interrupting his speech. “Does that ‘everyone’ include you, Hawkmoth?”

Taking his silence as a cue to continue, she said, “Because, honestly? My life was a million times better when you didn’t even exist.”

Regaining his tongue, Hawkmoth smoothly said, “Perhaps, after you have made everyone one else pay and have got me-”

“Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculous?” Marinette scoffed. “As if. Unless, of course, you’re willing to let me make you pay first.”

Marinette knew he wouldn’t do that.

“Absolutely not-” Hawkmoth tried to finish and persuade her but she interrupted again.

“Then I don’t give a damn.” Marinette growled into the connection. “I will not get akumatized for nothing.”

She examined her purse lightly. “And, just to be clear, I wouldn’t have accepted your akuma anyway.”

Ignoring Hawkmoth’s protests, she continued. “If you try to akumatize me or anyone else in this room, Hawkmoth, I’ll find you and make sure you pay. Starting with a hunt for your head.”

That was not a threat to take lightly.

With that, Marinette tore a teensy-weensy piece of her purse and smirked victoriously as the akuma hurriedly flew away.

Hawkmoth wouldn’t bother her for a while.

As she walked out of the class, Marinette made a mental note to put a restraining order on Alya and Adrien because she had a feeling they wouldn’t leave her alone.

That night, Adrien felt lonelier than ever. After Marinette had left the class with her boyfriend, his friend – no former-friends – made him an outcast.

Which essentially meant he didn’t have any friends except for Chloe.

Adrien expected some kind of support from Plagg, but the only thing his kwami said was, “I told you what to do, kid. You didn’t listen. You made your own bed – now its time to sleep in it.”

The irony was not lost on him. Adrien had never made his own bed in his life.

He was startled out of his thoughts when the last person he was expecting to come jumped into the room.

Ladybug.

Adrien jumped out of his seat and rubbed his neck sheepishly. “Ladybug!”

Only, there was something wrong with his lady. Her pretty blue eyes were ice cold and she wasn’t smiling at all. “Chat Noir,” she said stonily.

Adrien opened his mouth to respond but he was unable to speak when he realized what she said. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he said nervously.

“Save it.” Ladybug walked closer to him. “I asked Tikki who you are.”

Eyes brightening, Adrien beamed at her. “Does that mean you’ll show me who you are?”

Ladybug hugged him. That was not a response he was expecting.

Nevertheless, Adrien hugged her back, bathing in her scent.

His ears registered her saying, “I’m sorry.”

And the next second, his ring was slipped of his finger and she was smirking at him. “that I’m not sorry, at all.”

Adrien gaped at her. “My Lady! What are you doing? Why are you taking my miraculous away?”

His Lady eyed him critically. “I’ll tell you why. Because you are not fit to be a miraculous-holder. Adrien Agreste, you have misused the miraculous of the Black Cat for your own selfish gain putting the civilians of Paris in danger.”

“But My Lady! We are meant to be!” Adrien whimpered.

“No we are not.” Ladybug said harshly. “This is exactly why your miraculous is being taken from you. You cannot accept the fact that it is not true.”

Adrien was on his knees now, begging. “Please, My Lady. You can’t do this.”

“I can and will.” Ladybug did not look in the least sorry. In fact, she looked relieved? “Because Adrien Agreste you are not worthy of the mantle of a superhero.”

And she launched herself out of the window. With his final friend. With his freedom.

Adrien cried himself to sleep that night, unable to understand why his Lady to his miraculous.

The next day, Marinette felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders. Finally.

She didn’t realize how much her former-classmates’ actions were bothering her until she let it all out.

When she walked out of the bakery, she saw Alya and Adrien loitering by.

“Marinette! Will you-” “Marinette! I’m sorr-”

Marinette interrupted them both. “You both are meant to stay 20ft away from me. Didn’t you get the papers of the restraining order?”

They both refused to meet her eyes as they backed away slowly. Alya because her parents would murder her if she did anything else and Adrien because, well, he needed to keep Gabriel’s reputation squeaky clean didn’t he?

**

As she walked out walked on the Parisian sidewalks with her boyfriend’s arm around her waist (whose hand, she might add had a new silver ring on it), Marinette felt that she could take the world on with Damian by her side.

Bring it on Hawkmoth.

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girl, could you do a touch starved senku oneshot? GN reader please

Cling Radius:

(Word Count: 736 // Spoilers: none)

The nights out here were colder than you remembered. Not colder in temperature—though, granted, sleeping in an open-roofed hut was a far cry from central heating—but colder in tone. Quiet in that eerie, ancient way. No distant hum of city lights, no soft rumble of traffic. Just crickets. And the occasional howl that sounded way too close.

Still, none of that explained why Senku was pressed to your back like a goddamn second skin.

You blinked up at the thatched ceiling, eyes adjusting to the moonlight spilling in from above, your limbs still half-asleep. Senku was out cold behind you, chest rising in slow, steady rhythm, one arm draped heavy over your middle, the other wedged under your neck like a makeshift pillow. His long legs were tangled with yours in a mess of barely-washed sheets, and he smelled faintly of charcoal and mint leaves.

You didn’t dare move.

Not because you didn’t want to. But because you were still trying to process what the hell this was.

When you were revived, the first thing you remembered—after the scream-inducing sensation of skin cracking back to life—was Senku’s face hovering above yours, tense but relieved. He’d cracked some stupid science joke, you’d flipped him off, and everything had felt strangely normal.

Except… it wasn’t.

Because Senku, for all his scientific detachment and emotionally stunted habits pre-petrification, had not stopped touching you since.

A guiding hand at your lower back. A shoulder bump when no one else was watching. Fingers brushing yours when he passed tools or water. A low, murmured “You good?” as his knuckles barely grazed your jaw to check your fever that didn’t exist. And now—this. Night after night of you waking up basically cocooned in the human version of a space heater with freakishly pointy hair.

You tilted your head slightly. His breath was warm against your neck. A little uneven now that you were shifting.

“Senku,” you whispered, just to see if he was awake.

No response. He only curled tighter.

His hand slid from your waist to your stomach, fingers splaying out like he was subconsciously making sure you were still there. You wondered if he even realized he was doing it.

You bit your lip and held still a little longer. Not out of awkwardness anymore, but out of… curiosity.

Because, yeah. Before the whole stone-world and de-petrification and war stuff, Senku wouldn’t have touched you with a ten-foot pole unless it involved CPR or slapping a lab coat on you. He wasn’t cold, not exactly—but his mind was always elsewhere. Always calculating. Intimacy wasn’t a formula he prioritized.

Now?

Now, he curled around you like the night would take you away.

Eventually, his voice—low and cracked with sleep—broke the silence.

“You’re overthinking again.”

You flinched. “You're awake?”

“Barely,” he mumbled, nuzzling into your shoulder. His nose was freezing. “But I can feel your heartbeat trying to vibrate through the dirt floor. It's annoying.”

You were silent for a beat. “You’re literally clinging to me.”

“Because you were cold.”

“I wasn't cold.”

“You could’ve been.”

“…You really think that holds up as logic?”

Senku gave a sleepy scoff, which somehow translated into a snort and a hum. “Shut up. Let me have this.”

You blinked at the ceiling again, mouth twitching.

“So what—post-petrification side effect is... extreme clinginess?”

“Maybe,” he muttered. “Brain’s the same. Body’s not. People change.”

You let out a breath, soft. “You used to be so weird about touch.”

“Yeah, well,” he said, barely audible now, his fingers twitching once against your stomach before relaxing, “you’re here now.”

That quieted you.

Because it wasn’t said dramatically. It wasn’t even said sweetly. It was just true. And in that moment, it hit you: in this war-torn, half-dead, primitive second life, Senku had lost a lot. Most things, maybe. But you? You were one of the few things he got back.

And apparently, he wasn’t planning on letting you go again.

“…Do you do this with everyone?” you teased lightly, trying to shake off the tight feeling in your chest.

“Hell no,” he said without missing a beat.

And you felt his arm tighten around you again—like an instinct. Like a reflex.

“Just you,” he added, softer this time. “Don’t make it weird.”

Too late, you thought, cheeks warming.

But you didn’t move. You didn’t want to.

Not when his touch—awkward, unconscious, needy—was the warmest thing left in this world.

Everything will be okay

A little self indulgent BMFM dabble I wrote to comfort myself after a really, really bad day. Fluff, Modo x OC

Modo knew something was wrong the moment he walked into the room. Roxanne’s head was lowered, her shoulders slumped. She tried to give him a smile when she noticed him, but it faltered almost immediately and she turned away as if to try and hide her sad expression. His heart went out to her and he quickly followed, crossing the room to her in a moment.

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someone should like totally write a fic where Jj gets fem!reader pregnant and they’re like scared but then she has the baby and like continue the fic throughout the obx series w the kid maybe🤭 pls and thank u someone

TEXTS WITH MHA CHARACTERS INSPIRED BY TEXTS WITH MY FRIENDS :3

ᯓ★ suddenly, i had a valentine

shoto x gn!reader

based on valentine by laufey

a/n: for valentine's day bc i'm the L in lgbtq (loser) 😔

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shoto's always rejected affection.

from childhood, he'd been estranged from his siblings, being raised to become the new #1 hero. he could barely remember his mother's touch, his siblings' punches. he could only remember the feeling of tatami under his palms when he fell during training. he'd never really had friends his age either, due to spending all day inside with endeavor.

that all changed when he went to ua.

suddenly, he was known as the "handsome guy from class 1-a". there were people, boys and girls alike, who would ask him out. there was even that third-year girl who found the courage to ask him, a first-year, on a date.

he turned them all down every time. it almost became a reflex for him.

until you.

for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to say no. you'd brought him a box of chocolates for valentine's day, and he found his heart melting.

to his surprise, he found himself enjoying your company.

to your surprise, he asked you to be his a month later.

and here you are.

a year later, he asks you out for valentine's day with a box of chocolates.

it's sweet, you think. shoto's taken you to the fair that just opened, one that you'd mentioned wanting to go to. he almost looks ethereal in the soft sunset glow, with his hair falling in front of his eyes and the tiny smile adorning his features.

"you're so pretty, shoto."

you don't mean to say it, but when you see a faint blush dusting his cheeks, you find that you're glad you did.

there's a flicker of surprise, then hesitation, like he doesn't know what to say.

"you- you're pretty too, y/n."

and it's that moment when you realise that this is his first time. that this — what you're experiencing now — is the first time he's ever opened his arms to affection.

it's barely an i love you. but it's so incredibly shoto that you can't help but have your breath taken away.

and suddenly, it all feels so surreal.

it's like you blinked, and suddenly you had a valentine.

PLEAAAAASEEEE I NEED SOMEONE TO WITE A FIC OF IRON DAD AND SPIDER SON USSING THE PORTAL 2 SONG "Cara mia addio" LIKE PLSSS I FITS GUYS PLS BELIEVE ME!! LIKE WHY WASNT THIS DONE ALREADY???? LIKE MY DEAR CHILD?? (YES I KNOW IT SAYD DAUTHER IN THE SONG BUT IDGAF I NEED SPIDER SON AND IRON DAD CARA MIA ADDIO FIC!!!)

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Prompt #74

By @writingpromptsworld

“You’ll always be here to fight me, right?” The villain asks, pinning the hero to the wall, keeping an arm under their neck to keep them there firmly.

The hero grunted, leaning their head back to the rough bricks. They smirked slightly. “Why? Scared I’ll choose some other villain over you?”

“Shut up.” The villain said, pressing harder. The hero groaned, their hands moving to the villain’s waist.

They kept the smug grin on their face. “It’s okay, you can admit it. You like me, or dare I say, prefer me.”

And that was all it took for the villain to break. They leaned forward and smashed their lips with the hero’s, and the hero let out a laugh, pulling the villain closer.

Prompt #73

By @writingpromptsworld

Somehow the villain had found their location, and now they were here.

“You look pretty.” The villain smirked, their hands tied behind their back, as they take a couple steps forward, the sound echoing in the expensive hotel room.

The hero stopped their fisted hand in air, their eyes widening slightly. They blinked a few times, it was dark, the room barely illuminated by the city lights outside.

“What?” They ask, freezing. The villain chuckled, and the sound wasn’t from the front anymore. It was oddly close, and right in their ears. The hero stiffened. A trick.

The villain put their hand around their waist, brining them in close. “You always forget the fact that I can see in the dark.” They grinned, whispering.

The hero’s breath hitched, but before they could speak up, the villain had already injected something in their neck that made them dizzy, and they fainted.

The villain sighed, gently carrying the body in a bridal style and fleeing to their house.

The hero was theirs, and they should know they can’t escape forever.

Prompt #72

“Let’s not fight today, let’s chill.” The hero had said an hour ago, and the villain was puzzled. Baffled, more so. But they agreed to do exactly that.

Now they were sitting in the villain’s apartment, playing video games that the hero was great at for reasons the villain did not know. They were too shocked, their mouth agape.

How could the hero be good at physical combat and digital combat? “Is this what you meant by not fighting? This?” The villain scowled, raking a hand through their hair frustratedly. They kept loosing. Damn it.

“Was in the mood to show off a little.” The hero grinned, throwing them a thumbs up.

The villain groaned, taking deep breaths to calm themself. They took a sip of their drink. “One more round.”

The hero laughed. “You’ll still loose.”

“Shut up.” The villain grumbled, secretly enjoying the way the hero was teasing them.

Prompt #71

By @writingpromptsworld

When the hero finishes their training for the day, and comes home, they do not expect to see the villain sitting in the middle of their room, with a presumably champagne glass in their hand.

However, what was more strange was the fact that the villain had decorated the whole place for the hero’s happy birthday. But the decorations weren’t normal like balloons, banners, and…. Other decorations.

There were knives, and other weapons hanging around the room vaguely, yet somehow fashionably. There was a cake in the middle with the hero’s name, painted red, their name in a black font. And the villain sat, grinning.

The hero stood still for a second, taking it all in slowly. If it was anyone in the hero’s space, they would have been shocked. Horrified, perhaps. But the hero, the hero barely blinked an eye at it. They sighed. “Is this the birthday party I get for working hard all day?” They asked, setting down their backpack.

The villain chuckled. “If that was your way of saying ‘thank you’, I regret to inform you it's not the best way.” The hero perked an eyebrow, before sitting down opposite the villain.

“And why would I be thanking you for this?” The hero asked, motioning around the room in a ‘what the heck is this?’ tone.

The villain pouted, their full lips crunching into a perfect circle. “Now that’s not very nice. I worked very hard to find all of your hidden guns, and even the knives! Gosh the knives! Why do you not have a knife holder?” They mused, their brows frowning in concentration as if this was a serious thing they took great interest in.

The hero pursued their lips. They hadn’t eaten much all day, and the cake(however bloody it was designed to look) appeared as delicious as water in a dessert. Their stomach growled, and they glanced at the villain. The villain smiled sweetly.

“Let’s cut the cake! Happy birthday, my hero.” The ‘my’ was really unnecessary, the hero thought but let it go anyway.

They leaned forward and blew off the candles. The candles were all black. “Thank you.” They mumbled, feeling uneasy yet a sick kind of affection towards the villain for remembering their birthday and even throwing a party. No one had done it, not even their closest so-called colleagues.

They put on a smile. Not forced, but genuine. The villain smiled just as genuinely back. The hero devoured the cake, it was a chocolate cake, their favorite. And while eating, the villain spoke up. “Just because I did all this doesn’t mean I’m going soft on you during our fights, just so you know.” They licked their lips, a flirtatious grin spreading across their cream kissed lips.

The hero rolled their eyes with a smile. “Yeah, yeah. You’re a big baddie, who doesn’t have a heart and has a stone cold persona. Blah blah blah.”

The villain laughed, gazing at them with love filled eyes. The hero couldn’t ask for more for their birthday.

Prompt #70

By @writingpromptsworld

“What…so you’re just letting me escape? Just like that?” The villain questioned, suspiciously. Their eye narrowed slightly, examining the hero.

The hero shrugged, smiling. “You did say you’re not feeling too well, so I’ll let you off the hook for today.”

The villain stared in a little disbelief. “Oh…”

“What?” The hero questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re being oddly nice.” The villain mused, a confused frown crossing their features.

The hero chuckled. “I can’t fight you while you’re not at your best. It wouldn’t be fair.” They offered a sweet smile.

The villain’s heart beat in their chest, staring at the hero’s smiling face. They huffed, rolling their eyes. Goddamn it, they couldn’t understand why the hero was being so soft like this.

“So I can just leave then?” The villain asked again to make sure. The hero nodded, the smile still there.

The villain stared at them for a second, controlling the urge to kiss the smile off the hero’s face. They sighed.

They left after a lingering glance at the hero.

Prompt #69

By @writingpromptsworld

“Oh, come on, you can’t be putting handcuffs on me right after we had our first kiss!” The villain whined, struggling against the metal bracelets.

The hero tightened their grip on the villain’s wrists. “Only a distraction, sweetheart.” They chuckled.

The villain rolled their eyes, scoffing. “Don’t lie. I know you liked it.” They clenched their jaw, feeling a little worked up.

“Maybe.” The hero smirked teasingly.

The villain groaned. They were so fucked. They tried again. “Not even a little?” They asked in a quieter voice, aiming to get even a bit of the hero’s soft side. But, really, they wanted to know.

The hero grinned, seeing through their words. They shrugged, not giving anything away, the grin only widening on their lips.

The villain huffed, as they were gently pushed into the back of the hero’s car. “You’re so cruel.” They mumbled, slightly pouting.

The hero got in and winked, charming as always, and took off.

Prompt #68

By @writingpromptsworld

“Do you think you look all high and mighty in that suit?” The villain asked, flashing their teeth teasingly.

The hero frowned, their lips turning down in the cutest way. “Well, yes. That’s why…I wore it for tonight!”

The villain chuckled, their thumb coming up to caress the hero’s cheek. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

The hero blushed, swatting their hand away and glaring at the villain half-heartedly.

Prompt #66

By @writingpromptsworld

“What if I told you that I loved you to the moon and back?” The villain asked with a cheeky grin. Their hand gently carded through the hero’s hair, massaging the scalp gently.

The hero chuckled lowly, putting down the book they were reading. “I’d say you’re a sap. Which is not a good combination along with being a villain.”

The villain smirked, snorting. “Oh yeah? Then why did you agree to marry me when I said that exact same line to propose you?”

“Because you were proposing me in front of the whole city. It’d embarrassing to reject you. I did it to save my reputation.” The hero sighed.

“So you admit it was a good line?” The villain questioned, perking their eyebrows up with a laugh as they lean down to give a kiss on the hero’s forehead.

“Yeah, yeah. You got me all wooed.” The hero admitted with a smile, bringing the villain’s hand down to their mouth to smooch it.

Prompt #65

“You can’t be serious right? You want to fight me just because I took down your favorite bakery shop?!” The villain exclaimed in disbelief, their jaw wide open.

The hero didn’t falter, frowning with their eyebrows and lips. “It had the best banana bread! You can’t just do that and not expect me to come find your ass!” The hero said, defensively.

The villain couldn’t help but find it cute, as they let out a laugh. “How about I promise to buy you the best bakery shop in the world?”

The hero took a step forward. “It doesn’t matter. I want the one that you destroyed.”

“I didn’t know.” The villain sighed, feeling like a helpless parent that had thrown an old toy of their child away, and now the child wanted it back.

The hero jabbed their finger to the villain’s chest, squinting their eyes. “You pay the owner to build it back, and I won’t fight you.” They demanded, staring daggers into the villain’s eyes.

“Fine.” The villain mumbled, after thinking for a second.

“Fine?” The hero questioned, not being able to believe the villain’s words.

The villain nodded. “Yes, fine.”

“You promise?” The hero asked, smiling slightly, as their hand smoothed over the villain’s chest.

“Yes, I promise, hero.” The villain smiled reluctantly as well.

And they indeed did help the owner rebuild the shop, an even bigger one just to see that gleaming smile on the hero’s face when they suggested it.

Oh, and they also had many dates in the shop.

Prompt #63

(flirty hero x oblivious villain)

“I think you should give up now, darling.” The hero mused, pressing their feet deeper on to the villain’s chest, as they lay on the ground, looking up at them with their pretty eye lashes.

The villain’s eyes flashed with anger, “No! You asshole!” They said, trying to get rid of the hero’s foot on their chest, but to no avail, the hero was too strong.

“Hmm, well. We could keep doing this all night. I have no problem, sweetheart. You know I like you.” The hero said, winking. Their foot went up to the villain’s chin, and tilted up more. “What do you say?” They asked with a grin.

The villain grunted, blushing slightly, even at the awkward angle. “Shut up. I’d rather not. Let me go.” They frowned, trying to seem serious as their hand wrapped around the hero’s foot.

Oh, and the hero liked the sight. They loved it. The villain shuffled a little, the hero smiled. “In exchange for what exactly?”

The villain stopped, giving them a glare. “In exchange for nothing, jerk. Let me go!” The villain insisted, their hands braced by themselves to hoist themself up but the hero refused it with a shake of their head.

“Not until I get something in return, sugar.” The hero says, smirking. They loosed the force with which they were pressing down the villain. The villain blushed again, perhaps at the nickname.

“W-what do you want?” The villain asked, unsure.

“Smile for me.”

“What?” The villain’s eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“Smile for me…please?” The hero asked, again. More softly, more gently than the villain was used to.

The villain scowled, before trying to pull their lips into a smile. It was hard, they weren’t used to smiling a lot. It was easier to sneer. They smiled, somewhat unsure. Their eyes crinkled at the corners. The hero instantly took their foot back, they crouched down on their knees.

“Your smile is so pretty, you know that?” The hero asked, smiling at the villain. The villain’s smile faded, turning into a scowl again, their face going red.

“Shut up.” They said, before looking away, and because the hero’s guard was down, they made a run for their life.

The hero didn’t follow, watching them with a tilted head as they chuckled. The villain was so innocent if they thought that they would never meet again.

Prompt #62

(Sly villain x shy hero)

The hero’s breath hitched as their back pressed firmly to the wall, they yelped. “Surrender yet?” The villain asked, grinning.

The hero blushes at the proximity, and glanced away. They forced themself to steady their breath. “N-no. I’m not giving up.” They said, and it almost came out childish. Their voice was low, almost like a whine.

The villain only grinned wider, pressing closer. Their breath brushed against the shell of the hero’s ears. “You know, I love seeing that blush on your face when you know that I’m winning.”

The hero’s eyes broadened, as they wiped at their cheeks. “I-I’m not blushing.”

“Oh yeah? Then why are your cheeks red?” The villain asked cheekily.

“It’s…it’s eczema!” The hero replied, their voice pitched. The villain chortled.

“It’s cute if you think I wouldn’t know if you had eczema. Clearly, you don’t know what eczema looks like.” The villain remarked, as they stepped back a few steps.

The hero slightly pouted, glancing away. Their body started turning cold at the loss of contact. “Think whatever you want.”

The villain shook their head with a fond smile, and the hero was so lost in that said smile that they didn’t even notice as the villain quickly backed away into the shadows from where they had appeared.

The hero gasped, quick on their feet to catch the villain, who were far gone.

Prompt #59

(Pathetic villain x confident hero👀)

“You know…you’re pretty pathetic.” The hero said, as they bandaged their wounded hand, ready to fight. The villain’s eyebrows perked up, they eyed the wound on the hero’s arm before meeting their eyes.

“Excuse me?” They said, a little sharply, their eyes narrowing. They took a few steps forward to the hero.

The hero chuckled. “You are, villain.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You follow me, you make sure I don’t go on dates with other people, you make sure that I eat and sleep. And make sure that I’m safe. You know…I’m not a baby.” The hero mused, their eyes tumbling, and their mouth drawn up into a smile.

“Well, what does that have to do with me being pathetic?” The villain asked, frowning. Their lips turned upside down in confusion. They were so so adorable, the hero thought. And so so wrong.

“It’s pathetic that you think all of those things are going to make me yours. That I would stop having a normal life and be with you.” The hero revealed, glancing up. Their smile was gone, leaving a cold expression, and even colder eyes.

The villain didn’t move, it was as if their world stopped. Their time faltered, and their breath slowed, almost to a degree to where they struggled to breathe properly. This revelation…was not what they wanted. Not what they expected. No. That couldn’t happen. They wouldn’t let it happen. They wouldn’t let the hero slip through their fingers. They were theirs.

They glanced up, their eyes horrified at hero’s words. The hero came forward, their hands behind their back, with a blank yet smug expression on their face. It was as if they knew just what kind of effect they had on the villain. They stopped inches away.

“You will be with me. You belong to me.” The villain defended angrily like a child not wanting to let go of their favorite toy. The hero shook their head. The villain fumed even more. “No…No, you’re going to be with me. We’ll be together forever. You can’t possibly do this to me!”

The hero only perked their eyebrows up, amused. They don’t say anything for a while, making the villain even more anxious and furious. The hero spoke up after a moment: “You know…the first time we fought, I could see you falling. Not only from that building but also for me. I was delighted, because then I knew I could make the strongest villain fall to their knees for me with a snap of my fingers. You were so easy. And I used that to save thousands, if not millions.” The hero finished, their voice carrying hints of pride that the villain could pick out.

The villain’s head was heavy with the realization, confusion, and so much sadness and rage. They fainted.

Snippet #6(part 2)

part 1

By @writingpromptsworld

The hero's heartbeat sped up, their eyes widening. Their child tapped on their shoulder from behind. "Who is it?"

The villain was looking around, taking a knife out of the knife holder and examining it closely. The hero gulped, they couldn't let their younger one see this. They turned around, and tried to muster up a smile.

"Stay here, okay? Don't make a noise, I've got this. You'll be fine, I promise." The hero said, but the teenager shook their head, not convinced at all. The hero put their hands on the other's one shoulders, and squeezed lightly. "Do you trust me?" They asked. The fourteen-year old nodded their head quickly.

"Of course, I do. But-."

"I'll be cautious, I promise. Just stay here, alright?" The hero questioned, and then threw a glance behind them. The other one nodded hesitantly and hero planted a kiss on their forehead before motioning for their child to go upstairs. The other one followed the hero's instructions and made it upstairs without a noise. The hero turned around.

The villain stood in front of them, inches away. "Oh. Hi, old friend." They murmured, voice low, their mouth stretched into a wide smile. The hero's stomach churned, their heart clenching and unclenching.

The hero stayed silent. The villain took a step forward. "Long time no see, huh?" They asked, their eyes glinting with the same excitement as they did back in their college days, but now, it was different. Everything was different.

The hero scoffed, glancing away, even though not wanting to. "Long time no see, indeed." They replied.

The villain raised their eyebrows. "How have you been?"

The hero frowned, the question making them visibly cringe. How had they been? Really? They were acting so normal, like two old friends meeting each other after a long time. But they weren't friends (or anything more for that matter) anymore, they were enemies. The villain looked at them expectantly for an answer.

"How have I been? Funny you ask that. Because I've been very well, unlike someone else." The hero tilted their head, lips pressed tightly. A challenge in their eyes.

The villain nodded solemnly, their head suddenly bowing down. "Of course not, I've been very well too."

"Is that so?" The hero questioned, taking a step closer. The pang in their chest tightening by every minute passing.

"Yes." The villain sighed. They lifted their head up, and the hero could make out the watery glint that shone from their eyes.

"Well, if you've had enough greeting me, then I advice you leave."

"Not yet. I want to talk to you-" Before the villain could even finish, sirens ran outside the hero's house. The hero's eyes widened. The villain looked at them as if they had betrayed them. The hero stood their confused. Who had called the police? The realization struck them when their child came running down the stairs.

The villain's eyes moved to the fourteen year-old and then back to meet the hero's eyes. It would be another few days before they could finally talk, like the villain wanted to.

The villain took their flee before the alarmed police could catch them.

Prompt #53

By @writingpromptsworld

A forming of thoughts seethed into the hero’s head, whilst he watched the villain flirt with their sidekick. Perhaps, a feeling that he wasn't quite ready to name it yet. An emotion that he so long ago buried inside of him that was menacing to rise again. He watched as his sidekick blushed, hearing the villain's words. What words, the hero didn't want to know.

When he first arrived at the location, he didn't expect their sidekick to be with the villain. But now what? The sidekick is with the villain, what was he to make of that? Was the sidekick betraying him? He shook his head, trying to get it out of his head, even though he failed to do so miserably. He was hiding behind a building, watching the villain and the sidekick still talking about something without a care in the world. He decided to slowly move out from where he was hiding, and just face him.

The villain and the sidekick didn't notice the hero until he was literally in front of them, with a gun in his hand pointed at them.

"What the hell are you doing here?" The hero sneered. The sidekick's eyes widened, as the villain looked between them.

"Listen, it's not as it seems, okay?" The sidekick attempted to say, the hero advanced towards him, slowly. Almost like a predator.

"Oh, yeah? I knew you'd betray the company. That you'd betray me-"

"I was just-", The villain cut him off, as he too, daringly walked to the hero.

"He's here on my request." The villain murmured, his voice deep. The hero hated himself for shuddering at it. He kept his hands steady around the gun, but he didn't know if he could do it much longer, because the way the villain was watching closely while walking toward him, made him want to go weak on his knees. A beast awakening inside of him, wanting more. His breath halted, when the villain took the gun out of his hand, tossing it aside, carelessly. "You're not as mighty as you think, hero."

The sidekick stood where he was, stunned.

The villain's scent was so strong, the hero had to move his face away. The other continued, "You know, your sidekick is too loyal to you, he deserves more appreciation rather than your doubt. He'd never betray you, from what I've learned over the past few years fighting you both."

"You don't know him." The hero willed himself to say.

"Well, clearly, you don't either." The villain threw back, arching an eyebrow at the hero.

"It doesn't matter. He-,"

"Look, he came on my request to the superhero. You can ask him, to confirm it. Now, be a good boy and apologize to the sidekick, yeah?" The hero stubbornly glanced away, silent. If someone needed to apologize, it was the sidekick, not him. He should've told the hero about this beforehand, shouldn't he? He scoffed, shuffling his feet to the sidekick.

"You don't have to. It was kind of my fault, too. Should've informed you about this." The sidekick muttered, a little sheepishly. The hero exhaled.

"I'm sorry, still. Sorry for doubting you." The hero said, the sidekick smiled a little and ruffled his hair. The hero bit his lip, shy all of a sudden. The sidekick knew just the right buttons to push to make the hero all coy and whatnot. The villain stood there, smiling.

The real reason the villain had summoned the sidekick was to discuss the hero's birthday party, which the villain planned to throw at his house, but the hero didn't need to know that. At least, not before his birthday.