[ninivid]

"sibling's problems"

A/N: hihi! this is my first post and fanfic. english's not my first language but i hope you enjoy it regardless!

warnings: fluff, slight angst, hurt/comfort, wholesome, found family, no mention of y/n

rudo doesn’t remember when was the last time he felt loved.

you were a stranger.

from time to time he started to ponder if his birth was a mistake. his biological father was a bad person, a killer some would say. was it right to blame an innocent child into thinking his blood was corrupted? was it right to blame someone for being born?

these were the thoughts that invaded rudo’s head since regto took him under his wing. regto was certainly a funny person—kind, undoubtedly—and always made sure rudo was safe from harm.

when his father was brutally stabbed in the gut by an unknown masked guy—a creepy one, one might add—his tiny flame had been brutally ripped off. his once, crimson deep-red shined eyes, were now a duller colour. he had lost his parental figure and was then accused of murdering him not long after.

the indescribable rage that boiled inside of him was unbearable.

they dropped the white-haired child away as if he were another piece of junk, like they commonly do without any care.

when rudo joined the cleaners his first thought was ‘how do i behave?’. he was awkward and talked little initially. what surprised him the most was that these people—from the pit—were unexpectedly welcoming. when the smaller boy snapped rudely at one of enjin’s knacks, the blonde simply shrugged and took a long drag of nicotine. zanka rolled his eyes so hard that rudo thought they’d get stuck back there and mumbled something about his “ungrateful ass”; while riyo swept a stray lock away from her face and casually set her hand on her hip, not sensing any offence from him.

after one month and a half of meeting the team, he got to know you.

you were another member of the cleaners and also a giver like him. rudo saw you a couple times actually, but never really gave it much thought as he was busy stuffing his nose in sweets and pastries.

your first meeting happened on a random morning when you talked to him first.

you were chatting with riyo and tomme, gesturing animatedly with your hands to make more emphasis. “he then completely forgot i was on patrol the night before and straight up put me on a mission the morning after. i haven’t eaten since yesterday!” riyo snorted loudly. “you sure you haven't dreamt that? where you high last night!?” “the fuck?! ‘course not, riyo! what’re you spouting?!” tomme held back a cackle. “don’t rail her too much, riyo. she just came back, let her relax a bit.” she handed you a cup of steaming tea. you sigh in pleasure as you place your cold hands around the hot white mug. blowing softly, you raise your head to glance around the cafeteria. the once empty, sleepy room filled with hushed whispers of early birds developed into a bustling and lively atmosphere.

a swirling mass of people walked in the cafeteria overcrowding the space with high-pitched chatter. half of the room was packed like sardines, high on energy and warm smiles; the other was still sleeping, with heads dangling up and down in an almost captivating manner.

scanning the room once more you spot a familiar face. a certain white-haired kid with black tips and deep-ruby eyes.

his posture was stiff and rigid, shoulders too tense and jaw too tight. he wasn’t the same casual, chill person you saw yesterday evening. sure, he wasn't exactly the type of person to start a conversation early in the day, but something must've troubled him a lot if even enjin didn’t try to proceed towards him.

with your cheek planted in your palm, you gazed at him with a concerned, frowning look. rudo’s eyebrows were drawn together in tension.

‘poor kid, all alone in a place you aren’t familiar with…’ feeling bad for him, you master some of your courage approaching him noiselessly.

…

rudo’s mind was elsewhere. he was still thinking about last night's nightmares about the apostles and regto. he can’t get out of it it seems. the boy dragged a worn-out, gloved-hand across his face in an attempt to sweep away the remaining bits of fatigue. while doing so, he failed to notice your figure moving closer.

“hey, rudo right? you doing alright? ‘saw you back there and looked like you were fainting anytime soon.” you sat near him as your worried eyes searched his face. “...uh, ye-yeah. thanks. just thinking a bit.” you watched him silently, forehead creased with worry. suddenly, a lightbulb lit up in your head recalling zanka commenting regarding his recently-developed sweet-tooth. “hold on, i think i have something to make you feel better!” you hum cheerfully. you pull out from your pocket a loud and crinkly silver-wrapped candy. the wrapper had an intricate design with gold and white motifs; the material was flexible and thin, enough to secure and mold the shape of the small dessert.

you handed him the sweet slowly, and he accepted it unraveling the plastic in a curious way. it revealed a tiny piece of caramel coated in a thick layer of white chocolate. it smelled really good. as if sensing your excitement he plopped the sweet in his mouth. chewing leisurely, his eyes widened in surprise as an explosion of flavours relished on his taste buds. his crimson orbs enlarged in astonishment; “whoa, thwis is too gwood! do you have anytwin’ else?!” his greed about sweets made you sneer loudly. he then blushed profusely, thinking he overstepped his luck even though he almost devoured the sweet along the wrapper. relief washed you over seeing him eased up again.

and that’s how your fellow friendship started to bloom.

————————————————————————

you can’t recall how many times you and rudo interacted, but you were sure that a tiny parental bond sparked between you two.

you wouldn't call it a mother-son-like bond; more like a older-sister-younger-brother vow. you bickered like siblings with a noticeable gap of years, stole each other's food and cared mutually for one's self. gris once teased you mistaking you for his mother for how protective you’ve been around rudo. august cried at full volume how adorable you two were whilst eishia hushed him down shyly. enjin tried to nonchalantly pass one morning by the medical room, eyes softening on the scene while you were scolding the kid to be more careful around trash beasts.

in any case, you and rudo were attached at the hip.

but even if you were his cool and sweet older sister, he couldn't tell you what was under his gloves. even so, you didn’t push him further. you respected his boundaries and simply knew the right time would've come to let you know everything.

…

tonight the silvery presence high in the clouds was beautiful like usual. your evening was perfect: your covers were warm, your pyjamas hugged your frame snuggly and you were more than happy to enter the dreamland. exhaustion creeped on your body and you exhaled in pleasure as you wriggle under your blankets. with one arm draped on your face, you start to ponder… i wonder if rudo’s okay. he pushed himself over the edge today. he’s so damn stubborn. you grimace.

suddenly a deafeningly roar echoed near your dorm shattering abruptly your thoughts. what the hell was that noise?! speak of the devil… you shot up from your bed and make your way to the door. twisting the handle you peek around the hall nervously.

everything seemed like the norm, except that rudo’s door was slightly ajar and you could spot the lights on. worried but also intrigued you proceed towards his room. pushing the wooden door open you were greeted with a smaller figure crouched on the pavement. “rudo, hey, what’s wrong? are you hurt? lemme see.” your honeyed voice called softly his name. he hated being seen vulnerable but with you he could let it slide, especially since you now know his ‘secret’; dark, deep-red skin painted his hands and forearms in a rough pattern that seemed painful to manage. you gasped inaudibly and hurried near him, cradling his scarred hands and moving him forward the bathroom. “don’t… don’t worry ‘bout me. i’ve been dealing with my hands since i was born, you don’t have to dwell on it…” he flinched when you poured freezing, cold water on them. you faced him. “don’t start with your whole inner dialogue regarding how disgusting you think you are. you know i don’t care if you’re different than the others and i love you just the same. please, let me take care of you. you’ve been through a lot, ru.” you finish with eyes glistening. the bathroom was filled with a pregnant pause, as if he was reflecting on your speech.

you eventually wrapped his hands in bandages like he told you to do and brought him near his bed frame.

you hold his face. “ru, i’m not mad at you. i’m not furious about you hiding me your hands.” you murmur. “we faced a lot together. i know you miss your father every day and i can’t possibly replace his spot, but—” his large eyes found yours. “—we can build a lifetime of memories, side by side. you can discard those ugly, bitter feelings of the past and start anew.” rudo’s cheeks were pink and warm; not from embarrassment, but from the way you sneaked into his stoned and locked heart. he didn’t understand how you were patient with him. he didn't know why he started to feel protective towards you: you felt safe. you smelled like home to him and it made him anxious, because the last time he felt loved it went downhill.

he believed for ages that his existence was cursed; his fate was too. the only difference was that right here, and right now, you were with him. by his side.

“sorry. ‘m sorry for not telling you sooner. it’s—it’s just i was scared to see your reaction. i know. it’s foolish. but without the gloves, i am nothing. exposed. devoid of my past…” rudo sighed shakily. “just… i just wanted to thank you. you’ve always been there for me and i couldn't be more grateful.” he faces you this time. tears prickled at your eyes. “i never thought that i’d be thankful for those slums to throw me down here. if that were the case, i would've never met you, big sis.”

those last two letters made you broke down and engulfed him in a fierce, desperate embrace. you hugged him tightly, as if of being scared he will vanish. “rudo…” you cried out. he immediately returned your hug huffing waveringly. acts of affections weren't his forte and would often cringe during it; but what he didn’t realise sooner was that he desperately yearned for it. his stubborn and cold facade shattered and weakly shifted his weight on your chest.

after a while you started to caress his white, scruffy hair, untangling a few locks. “you mean a lot to me too, you bonehead. next time you have to do this, just come asking for my help. it’ll be easier to get it done together, don’t you think?” you broke the tension.

rudo was still clinging to your shirt with no intention of backing off. “alright kid, enough with this emotional drama.” you crack a grin. “let’s tuck you in. if zanka discovers we overslept he’s gonna whoop our asses with his ‘lovely staff’ or somethin’” rudo doesn’t complain this time and makes himself comfortable in the bed. you were so exhausted that the next thing you know, your eyes flutters and you’re out cold.

…

“where in the absolute hell are those two gremlins?! it’s 10 AM sharp in the morning and they’re nowhere to be seen!” the double split haired teenager was literally ripping his hair out from exasperation; in the meantime you and rudo were sneaking off in the kitchen to grab some sweets, cackling like little kids.

[loreleishearts]

His Heart

Wanderer x Reader (1.1k words)

Wanderer has always been obsessed with your heartbeat.

For as long as you can remember, since you started dating, he always finds a way to feel or listen to your heartbeat.

Holding hands? His thumb is pressed against the pulse point in your wrist.

Cuddling? His ear is pressed against your chest.

Maybe it has to do with the fact that you hold the very organ he’s wished he had his whole life. You know about his origins – he had opened up to you about them a couple of months into your relationship.

You tried to ask him why he likes listening to it; that went about as well as one would assume.

“Kuni?” You had asked one night, your hands carded in his hair. His hair was always so soft and silky. It never knotted and it always stayed in perfect condition. You were a little jealous of it if you had to be honest.

“...yeah?” He murmured back, shifting his head slightly up to make eye contact from his position on your chest.

“Is there a reason you’re so insistent on listening to my heartbeat?”

You notice his eyebrows furrowing before turning away from you. You wait a minute. Two minutes pass. The rest of the night passes in silence as you play with his hair before the both of you eventually drift off to sleep. Sure, he doesn’t need sleep, but under certain circumstances he’s able to feel sleepy.

It wasn’t until a few months later you had gotten your answer.

The two of you sat under a tree, your head resting against his shoulder, a book in his lap. A small breeze drifts past the two of you every now and then, carrying the scent of flowers. You’re half-asleep, listening to the sound of pages turning.

One of your hands rests in his. Occasionally, you feel the pressure of his thumb pressing against your wrist.

“You’re doing it again,” you call out, flickering your eyes up to his face.

“Do you want me to stop?” He huffs while pressing his thumb harder into your pulse point.

“I didn’t say that,” you roll your eyes, moving to intertwine your fingers with his own. Reluctantly, he lets go of your wrist and reciprocates your movement.

Silence settles between the two of you, and you’re content to not say anything.

“When I was created…” he begins quietly, his voice not rising above a whisper. “I wasn’t given one.”

Your smile fades. 

“I was made to be empty,” his grip tightens and his gaze remains fixated on where your fingers are interlocked. “I don’t need to breathe. I don’t have the need to sleep. I don’t have blood and because I don’t have a heartbeat to circulate it.”

You bite your tongue. As much as you want to reply to him, you’re scared he’ll stop talking. Despite how much improvement he’s made with communicating his emotions, it’s still a rarity when he actually does it.

“I’ve spent so long wondering what it would feel like,” his eyes finally look away from your hands, choosing to instead look at the horizon. “They say people can hear their own heart in their ears when they’re frightened. They can feel them race when they’re excited. They ache when they grieve. They calm when they take deep breaths.”

His expression softens into an expression of vulnerability.

“I’ll never get to experience that.”

Your chest tightens with something akin to pity.

“So…” he gives an almost embarrassed shrug as he runs his thumb over your wrist once more. “I borrowed yours. When I listen to it… I can pretend.”

“Pretend what?” You speak up.

“Pretend I’m real,” he finally redirects his gaze to you. “That I’m a person.”

“Oh, bullshit!” The exclamation slips from your lips before you can process it. You sit up straight to look directly at him as his eyebrow twitches.

“Excuse me?” He looks irritated at your sudden outburst. Wincing, you suppose you can’t blame him. He just opened up to you and that’s how you respond? Good job.

“Sorry, that’s not what I mean,” you apologize frantically, shaking your head. “I just mean, you are a real person. It’s idiotic that you’d think otherwise.”

Wanderer stared at you. For a few minutes, the silence stretches out, becoming increasingly awkward as he continued staring.

“Idiotic?” He repeated flatly. You rubbed the back of your neck. 

“Okay, maybe that wasn’t the best word choice…” 

“No, continue,” his voice had taken on that dangerously calm edge you knew all too well. He’s pissed. “I’m interested.”

“Kuni,” you sigh, taking his other hand in yours. “You get frustrated when you work on your research papers. You get sad when Durin does. You get annoyed when someone is too close to you. I’ve seen you cry and laugh. I’ve seen you care about people.”

You think of the children in Sumeru City who always seemed to wave at him first when the two of you walked past them. You think of the elderly woman he’d carried groceries home for after saying he was going the same way as her, when in fact, he was meant to be heading in the opposite direction to meet you at a cafe. You think of how Durin immediately lit up whenever he got to spend time with him. You think of how the Traveler and Paimon had sung his praises, saying they trusted him and how he had saved them.

“You worry, regret, you feel emotions,” you continue. “You chose to become someone different. You chose to repent. Do you think missing a heartbeat makes that any different?”

The breeze rustled through the branches overhead. 

He doesn’t answer. So you let go of one of his hands and reach over, placing your palm against the center of his chest. It was warm.

“Being a person isn’t about what you’re made up of,” you trace the patterns that are barely visible through the translucent fabric of his shirt. “You’re a scholar. Surely you know what the five criteria for personhood are.”

“Don’t turn this into a lecture,” he replies, his eyes narrowing in faux irritation.

“Go on,” you teasingly coo. 

He lets out a loud groan.

“Consciousness, reasoning, self-motivated activity and the capacity to communicate.”

“And…?” You draw out.

“...And self-awareness.”

His eyes flicker down to your hand.

“You know what I feel?”

“My chest?”

“My boyfriend.”

“You’re corny,” he clicks his tongue, making no attempt to hide the color slowly flushing his cheeks. 

“I know who you were,” you correct gently. “And I know who you choose to be every day.”

Without another word, he leans sideways until his forehead rests against yours.

“I’m still going to listen to it,” he whispers, his thumb finding purchase against your wrist once again.

“I know,” you whisper back. “I just hope you won’t think less of yourself anymore.”

“I’ll try,” and for now, that’s more than enough for you.

[biposi]

THANKS FOR LETTING ME REDRAW THIS @flygutzz TEEHEE

[junebuggiezz]

Hiii here to request, feel free to ignore!!

Jax x quiet reader who tries to act blank faced and goes with whatever other people say.. But in private they're a happy fella, I'm just imagining them on their bed kicking their feet behind them and giggling "he's so cute I hate him I hope he explodes" after an adventure. Babes is so obvious about their crush, but they try really hard to hide it

They just try to hide emotions because they're embarrassed of their personality and stuff 😭🙏

Have a nice day/night!! Sorry if this made no sense

Just Explode Already ✦ Jax

𖦹—I giggled. Gaggled, perhaps

Gender neutral || Jax/Reader || "Quiet" Reader || Censored/Uncensored Swearing || Crack-ish ||

These kinds of adventures weren't your forte, but it wasn't like you had a choice to begin with. Instead of laying in your soft (digital) bedsheets, you were trying not to cry your eyes out at the towering height below the beam across from you.

You were shaking in place, keeping your limbs as close as possible to your body. Sweat dripped in buckets, the uncomfortable wetness soaking into your clothes. Your friends were able to get across, even with their own reactions to the stunt, but you just couldn't force yourself to walk to the other side.

"You got this, [Name]!" Pomni's voices echoes from the other side.

Ragatha places her hands on the building's wall, carefully leaning her torso over to make her voice clearer. "You just have to look forward! Just don't look down and you'll make it across the plank!"

You rapidly shake your head, backing down from the steps and crossing your arms.

You see Jax pinch the space between his eyebrows. "Jesus, just WALK across the plank and make it over here so we can go back!"

You just stood there frozen. Your eyes locked onto the plank like it would break the moment you stepped on.

"GANGLE, of all people, was able to move across! It is not that hard. Look," Jax hops onto the plank and places his hands in his pockets as he walks over to the starting side. When he makes it over, he looks down at you and raises an eyebrow. "You get it now? Simple."

You tilt your head over the wall to look at the plank again, beginning to shake again when you see the sight below.

"Oh my god. Get up." He complains as he scruffs you and places you in front of him. His arm hovers over your shoulder when he points to from where he came from. "Move."

You instantly take hold of his wrist in hopes of using him as a balancing beam. He groans, unable to rip himself from your grasp if he didn't want the two of you to fall (or deal with a bunch of voices yelling at him when they got back).

"Just walk. FORWARD." He begins to walk, forcing yourself to move to prevent him from bumping into you. When you finally made it across the plank, confetti shoots out from open air along with Caine's voice congratulating all of you for completing the adventure.

Jax finally pulls his arm back from you as he stares up at the png. "What was this supposed to teach us?"

"Uh... teamwork?" Pomni shrugs.

You all make it back through the given portal. Everyone gave their respective goodnights as they all began to walk down the hallway. When you were about to walk away, you feel a hand on top of your head, holding in you place. You peer up and see Jax grinning down at you, his other hand pocketed in his overalls.

"So you have a fear of heights, huh?" He chuckles.

"Yeah? I mean, doesn't everyone?"

He rolls his eyes. "Not when you're in a world like this. If there's nothing killin' you then what's the point of being afraid at all?"

"Well... I just can't get over it. It's like a gut feeling—like I can't do it no matter how many times I tell myself it's fake."

His hand comes off and is then wrapped around your shoulder. He pulls you closer as if to tell you an inside joke.

"Poor, sweet [Name], afraid of everything and everyone. It's a shocker how long you've lasted here." The pad of his middle finger quickly taps the middle of your face. You tense, eyes blinking at the action. "So, hey, if you ever need to conquer your fear of heights, I'll be sure to start pushin' you off of stuff without warning." His arm slips from your shoulders and he continues to walk down the hall, waving goodbye without turning back. You stood there dumbly, mouth shaped in a small 'o' as you watched him take his leave.

You waste no time making it back to your room, waving to the others and giving timid 'Goodnight's before you enter. Once you shut and lock the door, your shoulders instantly tense up as you slowly make it to the center of the room. You repeatedly hopped on your two feet as you threw your balled hands up and down, silently screaming into your palm before doing a big inhale. You jolt over to the bed and grab a pillow, screaming into it as you fell onto the covers. Your stomach hits the surface. Your feet kicking up in the air and shuffling the folds as you hugged the pillow with a deathly grip. You finally lift your face up, allowing yourself to breathe in air before sighing from your mouth—abruptly cackling like a witch brewing her cauldron.

"Holy f[%$!#]ing s[%$!#]t, he's such a dork!" You laugh as you flip on on your back. You feel your face flush and you squeeze the pillow again.

It was almost comical how you viewed him. You could imagine what the other members' faces would be if they were told about your strange crush.

Quiet [Name], crushing on JAX of all people? Their heads would roll!

You sigh, your body limping as the pillow reformed itself in your grasp.

Then you think about him again.

Your heart pumps and your feet kick up again before you throw your pillow against the wall.

"F[%$!#]NG DIP[%$!#]T! I HOPE JAX EXPLODES!" You yell to your ceiling, laughing manically as you take hold of your pillow and slam it onto the bedding. Infinite feathers flutter out, piling onto the floor as you continued your aggressive attacks.

Morning comes around and you make your way to the main area. Your energy had been drained from last night, your cuteness aggression and fixated brain being thanked for that. The others began to pile in and do their own thing, waiting to see if Caine would pop out at any moment.

"You doing alright, [Name]?' Zooble asks as they walk up next to you, "Heard you screaming in your room when I was in the hallway last night."

You feel your eyebrow twitch as you put up a front, facing them with faux worry. "Yeah? Why, what did you hear?"

They shrug. "Something about hoping he would explode? I guess Jax really got to you yesterday, huh?"

You felt like screaming to the heavens. Whatever force made Zooble catch the end of your sentence, you hoped they had the coldest pillows on their bed tonight.

You rub the back of your neck and wave your free hand dismissively. "Y-yeah. Kinda yelled into my pillow last night... Helped me release some stress."

"Tell me about it. If he continues to bother you, don't be afraid to come to us about it." Zooble chuckles as the two of you continue to walk.

"It's fine Zooble, really... I promise I can handle it." You politely smile at them before moving onto another topic.

For some reason, Gangle's pillows felt comfortably cool that night.

𖦹—BLOW THAT BITCH CINDY'S HEAD SMOOVE OFF !!!

[spooky-pop]

I love you, it's ruining my life

[crow-keys]

Gonna miss these freaks

[writingdose]

[azaablue]

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

[azaablue]

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

[kitkat13001]

⊹₊⋆˚｡⋆ 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎

“when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” -harry burns, when harry met sally (1989)

⤷ teacher!izuku x pro-hero!reader

⤷ loosely based off the proposal scene in “about time” aka one of my fav romcoms ever, kind of spoilers for mha ending but not really??? no warnings just soft izuku fluff :)

normally, after a patrol runs as long and late as this one, you can’t form a single thought other than crawling into bed and sleeping for the next century. 

your tired body aches as you unlock the door, shuffling down the hall and discarding your hero costume in a trail on the floor as you go. 

you’re nearly asleep by the time you get to the bedroom, but the sight that awaits you makes your heart squeeze with joy. 

izuku is there, sprawled out on the bed like he is every night. the comforter is half-fallen off him to expose his beautiful muscular back, he’s clutching onto a pillow (your pillow actually), and his pajama pants are riding up one leg. it’s no different from any other night, but for a reason you can’t quite place you are absolutely overcome with love for him. 

“psst, izu,” you whisper through a smile, padding over to the bed. 

“izuku, wake up,” you whisper, giving him a gentle shake as you perch on the bed next to him. he’s snoring like a banshee, the sound nearly shaking the headboard. you can feel its reverb  in his entire body. he’s utterly unresponsive, the poor thing. teaching is not for the weak. 

you shake him some more, until he finally shows some sign of life. he makes a sleepy noise, eyes still shut as he reaches out for you with limp hands. 

“come to bed,” he moans, voice taking on that adorable whiny tone you love so much. 

“in a minute,” you murmur, sweeping his green bangs away from his face as his arms wind around your waist. “i gotta ask you something, ‘kay?”

“baby,” he starts, patient as a saint even when his voice is heavy with sleep. “not that i don’t love you and want to spend every second with you, but i’ve gotta be in up in, like, three hours.”

“its important,” you insist, “like, really, really important.”

“can’t it be important in the morning?”

“izuku, will you marry me?”

that wakes him right up. 

he stares up at you with those big, green eyes. “are you serious?”

“one hundred percent. i know it’s late and everything, but i was just thinking about it and of course you don’t have to answer right now but i—“

“yes.”

“izu, i—”

“yes.”

“you don’t have—”

“i want to marry you! there’s nothing i’ve ever wanted more than this, i promise.” he says it in a rush of breath, pushing himself up into a sitting position. “c’mere.”

he’s beaming as he pulls you in, strong arms wrapped tightly around you. he presses kiss after kiss to your cheeks as you laugh softly, squeezing him as tight as you can. 

“are you sure?”

“‘course i am. there’s no one else i’d rather partner with in this life.”

“just this life?” you tease, squeezing his cheeks between your palms. izuku’s eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles at you. 

“in every life, honey.”

[tcalmlay]

🏠 Sweethearts (1 day) 🩷

[octashredderz]

cry, baby, cry

platonic s. rudo x f!reader

a/n: this is my baby. also slightly inspired by “cry baby cry” by the angels. FIRE SONG

learning to live with a real sphereite among the cleaners was— interesting, to put it in a way. a boy growing accustomed to a new life, a new world at that, would definitely take a while.

you’ve come to find out that that underneath all the anger and confusion of falling from the sky, rudo is a sweet boy. completely undeserving of everything that happened to him up there.

even when he did not understand how to read other people’s emotions, you took it upon yourself to help.

it varied from little lessons to emotional outbursts, but you never let that break your spirit. and that alone brought rudo to grow a soft spot for you, though he wouldn’t admit it.

yes, getting to know rudo was a rollercoaster of emotions and events, but he means well in the big heart that’s drowning in his bottomless void.

days went by, and he became glued to your side often— a younger brother and older sister bond.

no one questions it, but they know it’s there.

it’s only been 2 weeks into him growing accustomed to the ground, and the team had dispersed to do their own thing after a mission.

it’s currently the middle of the night, and you’re woken up to small taps against your door. half of your mind thinks it’s just your subconscious— until the rhythm comes again, this time bolder.

“who the hell?” you mumble, pushing yourself up and heading towards your door.

your hands reach the knob, twisting it and quietly swinging it open. the sight that you’re met with makes your breath hitch in your throat.

it’s rudo. but he doesn’t look like the groundling. he looks like the sphereite.

his hair in disheveled in many places, his eyes are red-rimmed and glazed with tears, flicking up to meet yours once he registers the door opened. he looks like the 15 year old he is.

“oh, rudo,” you breathe, arm reaching for him, stopping about halfway. “what’s wrong?”

“can i come in?” rudo asks quietly. you step aside without another word, letting him pad quietly into the room. the door shuts behind him, while your gaze flicks over the tension in his frame.

the silence stretches for a moment, before you decided to break it.

one step. “do you want to—“

your words barely make it out as his arms come crashing around you with force, head buried into your chest. you thought about questioning him until you felt his shoulders begin to shake.

“hey,” your hands come up into his hair. “you can talk to me.”

he takes a deep breath before speaking. “i can’t do this. i still see regto in everything i do, or everywhere i go. especially after this last mission.”

“it’s like one simple inconvenience triggers a memory of him. and they’re not even good ones.”

oh, he’s talking about his step-dad from the sphere. the story still breaks your heart.

“it just makes me feel worse. like a reminder that i couldn’t do anything. i just want it to stop. it’s not that i want to forget him. but..”

“… i’m already starting to forget his face.” his voice shakes, and you could swear your heart a broke little. rudo begins to ramble. “how can i try to avenge him or take down the sphere if i’m constantly haunted by his dead face?”

“or if i forget who i’m fighting for?”

“look at me, rudo.” you coax gently, and he does so after a moment of hesitation— pulling away to meet your eyes properly.

“you’re still new down here. you’ve experienced something that a lot of people will need time to recover from.” you begin to speak, voice hushed due to the late hour.

“but you’re handling this much better than anyone else could. and that makes you stronger than you think. weakness isn’t something to be ashamed of. it’s something to motivate you to become stronger.”

rudo’s eyes widen a little. you crack a gentle smile. “the first step would be to release those feelings, right? cry, rudo.”

“what?” he whispers, eyes quivering. “cry.” you nod. “you cry when you feel something you love or cherish. or for it.”

“i promise you’ll feel better.” your hand comes up to his head, brushing a few strands stuck to his forehead away. “go on.”

rudo stares at you for a few seconds before the crystal-like tears fall freely down his face. his head almost immediately finds a place in the crook of your neck, arms tightening around your midsection.

his sobs are silent, but he hiccups occasionally. you only hold him closer, resting your chin on top of his head.

“can i stay?” rudo pleads.

“always. i’ve got you.” you murmur.

he probably won’t mention any of this tomorrow, and neither will you. but he’ll always thank the ground for giving him an older sister.

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Could I request a silly lil story of like the reader being like a mother to Rudo 🥺 entirely platonic and fluffy of just like the reader being like 'I've met Rudo once and he is now my son. No harm will come to him'

The moment you saw Rudo...scruffy, defensive, and looking like he’d been through a literal and metaphorical trash compactor...your brain didn't just feel sympathy. It staged a full-scale coup. Your maternal instincts didn't just "kick in"; they broke down the door and claimed him as territory.

"I've known this boy for exactly twenty minutes," you whispered to yourself, watching him aggressively glare at a sandwich you’d given him as if it were an explosive device. "But if anything happens to him, I will dismantle this entire world."

Rudo, of course, was not on board. He was a lone wolf. A survivor. He didn't need anyone, let alone a stranger who kept looking at him with "the eyes."

"Why are you still following me?" Rudo snapped, his voice crackling with teenage angst and a deep-seated distrust of kindness. "Go away."

"I can't," you said simply, adjusting his collar which was slightly crooked. He flinched back, startled by the casual contact. "I have adopted you. It’s a legal process in my heart. You are my son now."

Rudo’s face went through three different shades of confusion.

"Your what?" you interrupted, pulling a spare scarf out of your bag.

"It’s cold. Wrap this around your neck, I will do it for you."

"I don't need a scarf! I have gloves that can literally—"

"Rudo. Scarf. Now."

He stared at you, his intimidating aura crumbling under the weight of your pure, unadulterated 'Mom Energy.' Slowly, grumbling under his breath about "insane people in here" he took the scarf and wrapped it around himself. It was soft. It smelled like laundry detergent and safety. He hated how much he liked it.

Masterlist

[ninivid]

love me harder

A/N: this is so random but i'm currently back deep into miraculous... especially with my chat noir fixation,,,,take this quick drabble before i go insane

the crisp and rigid air of autumn made herself known by now.

"are you really going to stand up there and freeze outside paris' chilly weather catching a cold?"

you exhale in bemusement before letting the cat-masked hero step inside your house.

the golden-haired boy in front of you gives you a sheepish grin and lands on your polished floor in a feline manner. quite ironic, isn't it?

you figured out that whenever chat invites himself in your room meant always trouble. not in the "help-me-defeat-an-akumatized-civilian" kind of way, not that one.

it meant the kind that could potentially mess with his secret identity and reveal the lovesick fool who's under the cat miraculous, visiting your abode every now and then, also bringing you expensive trinkets.

you give him an unimpressed look. "you know we can't keep doing this everytime, right?" you start speaking, shutting your skylight almost forthwith.

he begins to come closer to your frame on the mattress, fiddling with the excessively long sleeve of your shirt.

"you don't have to worry about everything." he murmurs softly, resting his head on your shoulder.

you pick your cuticles till one of them bleeds a bit.

"what if ladybug finds out you're dating a civilian? won't she be furious? won't she try to separate us? isn't it prohibited—"

"m'lady ain't like that, mon ange," he interrupts you whilst laughing tenderly. "she'll surely give me a scolding for barging into your bedroom, but other than that – ladybug's too compassionate and kind for her own good to be mad at two lovers."

you almost frown at how his voice grew fond at the mention of paris' most famous heroine; though you quickly remind yourself he was willingly eager to waste his miraculous' time to stop by your place and not hers.

after that his gloved claws found themselves mindlessly running through your locks, combing your hair messily.

you never imagined that moving to the renowned city of love would effectively make you fall in love: let alone to a superhero.

suddenly the relaxed and infatuated atmosphere built around you two burst out due to chat noir's ring constantly beeping, announcing his outstay.

yet as chat noir scrambles for the exit through your sacred window once again, you can't help but feel a deep ache in the chest – similar to a heavy weight being thrown at you.

"same time tomorrow night?" you hopelessly call out to him, assuring yourself he would return to you like always.

on the other hand – inside adrien's chest there was a storm of emotions tearing through his heart. so he did the only thing he was familiar with as the feline hero;

he gave you his usual cheshire grin and lost himself in your yearning eyes, winking goodbye before hopping on your neighbours rooftops with his metal baton.

you sigh for the nth time, not realising you were smiling so hard your face hurt. the profoundness in your heart felt almost surreal...

maybe moving to paris was the best decision you could ever make. you ponder with cheeks warm, before rushing inside to shield you from the night's cold and bitter breeze.

[writingdose]

a writer’s struggle

[ninivid]

WHAT IS LOVE?

A/N: failed to mention this has a heavily implied fem!reader <3

w.c: 2.6k

zanka nijiku didn’t have a single clue about what love is.

he knows the definition of the word and how someone can fall in love, for crying out loud. he just isn’t used to being seen as someone’s ideal type. he wasn’t particularly muscular either – quite the opposite. not to mention he was a very perfectionist person: many people would see it as a flaw and be weirded out.

he was just an average joe, he couldn’t possibly have a person “fall head over heels” for him.

except it happened in the randomest fashion possible.

the headquarters’ basket backyard was deserted apart from zanka’s figure in the centre of the ground.

he was familiar with sparring alone as only himself could understand his lack of strength, even though he overworked himself everyday to the bone, trying to desperately reach his goal.

his daily routine would typically consist of waking up, train outside endlessly, wipe out a bunch of trash beasts, go to sleep and repeat. he enjoyed having his own life scheduled perfectly tight, as he could have a mental journal of his accomplishments.

in other terms – what made this very day different than the others?

he grabbed his cherished vital instrument and began to walk away from the courtyard. his feet were dragging him towards the main room of the building, where he desperately wanted a much needed coffee to recharge his social battery.

the majority of people often thought that zanka’s ideal type was his entire opposite: a prideful, natural genius and confident person.

he entered the quarters tiredly and the first thing he noticed was an unfamiliar presence giggling and swatting riyo’s arm in a manner that screamed “i-knew-her-for-a-lifetime-before-you”.

enjin – as always – was the earliest to acknowledge zanka’s attendance in the room.

the blonde cracked a lazy grin and waved him to come closer. “yo’ zanka! finally showing up after dealing with your “sparring hours”? you preparing in advance to the next assignment from the boss?”

the redhead next to him brought a hand to cover her mouth in an attempt to stifle her snickers.

“yeah yeah, i finished trainin’ a few minutes ago. speakin’ of which, did’ya return earlier from yer mission in the south?” the blue-eyed teen questioned suspiciously. “i thought that place was infested with trash beasts left to right.”

the man in front of him ran a tattooed hand through his golden strands in a sheepishly demeanour, avoiding eye contact.

riyo replied for him while sipping something he assumed was juice.

“we encountered a certain someone who belonged in the cleaners a few years ago,” she smiled fondly when her eyes landed on your figure across her.

“she was my partner back when i first joined. we were kinda inseparable actually.”

he nodded in understanding and took a seat in the beige, padded chair beside you.

the conversation eventually shifted topics and he couldn't help but study your face curiously.

you were too engrossed in the moment that you failed to notice him staring at you. your lips were soft and glossy, your pretty eyes focused ahead to catch whatever they were discussing and your hair framed perfectly your features.

he gave one last look at your visage and excused himself to grab everyone’s lunch at the kitchen counter in the other room.

little did he know, this fleeting moment was the first step to be completely swept off his feet by you.

…

the second time you interacted with zanka was during your first mission together.

he underlooked the detail of you being a giver – of course you would. why would you be in team akuta with them if not?

the task assigned to you two were pretty much simple: locate the trash beast, kill it without causing any problems and go back to the headquarters in one piece.

a piece of cake even for an average person like him, right?

you skipped over a puddle cheerfully, humming a song he didn’t recognise.

he adjusted the gas mask near his mouth and nose to make sure the polluted air doesn’t reach his respiratory system.

“don’t lower yer’ guard down – and tighten ya’ mask closer to yer’ face.” he spoke as he followed religiously the cleaners’ protocol, observing his surroundings almost rigidly with tense shoulders.

you hum unbothered and did as he told you to.

“sooo, what usually are your hobbies? i’ve only seen you train outside with that stick of yours.” you question curiously while dodging another plash.

“DON’T call her that! her name’s lovely assistaff; and don’t go insultin’ other people’s vital instrument!” you chuckle and raise your hands up in surrender as he fumed in embarrassment.

“alright jeez, no need to shout like that. i’m just teasing you.” you wipe a tear from your eye, nearly mocking him and shook your head in disbelief at his dramatic outburst.

your laughter – yet if sincere – brought back dark memories he never wanted to return.

the teachers back at the academy have always had high expectations of him. being the son of the famous nijiku clan meant you must prove yourself to be the greatest of them all. you must bring pride to the kin.

you must've gone through a never-ending process of training to obtain power.

the entire school made fun of him after he deliberately chose the wooden branch as a weapon for his training. they ridiculed him: taunted him even.

what he didn’t except from you, a complete stranger in his eyes, was a genuine belly laugh at his sudden outburst.

nevertheless you didn’t seem to poke fun at him like the rest did. that deeply stuck with him, because you were actively trying to get to know him better.

“hellooo, earth to zanka?”

“stop pickin’ on me and do yer’ job!”

…

the third time you two interacted was when you found out by accident that he adored being bashed in compliments.

picture this: your team was returning from a perilous trip back to the quarters’ building. everyone was dead on their feet and wished nothing but a fast recovery and a hot shower.

you were cramped in the back seat of the white van driven by gris – (miraculously enjin let his driver position to the kind supporter as he was too tired from brawling). the ride was oddly quiet and tranquil, safe from the few bumps that jolted the car up.

you were seated in the centre of the vehicle with a drained zanka on your left and a passed out cold follo on your right, slumped on the rear door.

without much hesitation you rest your head on the blonde’s shoulders – too worn out to care.

zanka stiffened his spine almost immediately, but released a resigning sigh when he realised it was you laying your weight on him. the intimate and affectionate gesture made him tinge his cheeks with a rosy pink in fear of getting teased by the others.

not that he was enjoying himself, that is.

“you were pretty badass when you took down that trash beast earlier,” you slurred casually, eyes fluttering as exhaustion began to creep onto you.

“made you look as nonchalant as those handsome characters on the magazines, ‘specially with your lovely assistaff...” you dragged out the last words with your eyes closed and your head dangling up and down.

zanka didn't dare to reply, because he knew that if he opened his mouth even a little – only a babbling fool would come out of him. instead, he choose to ignore your sleeping rambling and focus on resting himself a bit.

by snuggling instinctively closer to your body and making sure that you don’t bump your head on the rough edges of the car. of course. solely because he didn’t want a scolding from riyo, naturally!

a faint tapping on his free shoulder made him jerk out of his thoughts.

“hey zanka, we’ve reached the base a couple of minutes ago. do you mind waking her up for me?” grins fatherly and caring smile stirred the blue eyed boy a little.

he muttered a quick agreement and watched as the man’s figure faded away in the distance.

zanka then turned his head towards your face. you were clinging on his arm and shoulder so stubbornly that he almost felt bad about waking you up.

he exhaled sharply and placed one arm around your lower back and the other arm in the crook of your knees, holding you close to his chest for balance. your head lolled against his torso and you somewhat stirred but refused to awaken.

he puffed softly at you drooling in your sleep, mentally preparing to tease you about it later with the others.

in that particularly awkward and warmhearted moment, that’s when you began to crack his stoic and fragile heart open to your warm and fuzzy one.

and that’s only the tip of the iceberg of your soon-to-be relationship together.

…

remember when a bunch of people would normally think zanka’s ideal type was his entire opposite in everything?

yeah, that statement was completely wrong.

he was magnetically drawn to you because of your witty and hard working personality. he utterly loved when you asked him training tips and how to improve better your power. he was attracted to your skills and the passion that you put into it.

perhaps he was captivated by you because you reminded him of himself: going back and forth between getting stronger and never being enough.

that scared him the most because, what if you start overworking yourself like he normally does every single day and time of the week?

since that sudden thought, he began to unconsciously follow you around like it was a secret ‘stealthy mission’ only himself could accomplish. checking if you got enough sleep before your training sessions together without you fainting in exhaustion, making sure your favourite dessert was safe from rudo’s infinite gluttony or even doing small, imperceptible acts like moving you on the safer side of the sidewalk; the list goes on.

this caring and gentlemanly behaviour went on for a long while before the others caught a glimpse of your now familiar routine together.

that… unfortunately happened today.

you've just entered the room early in the morning, while the sunrise began to rise in the sky.

you looked half asleep with your uniform wrinkled everywhere and your blood choker swaying lazily in your hands. you then took a seat next to rudo and slammed your head against the rough table in front of you.

this didn’t go unnoticed by your colleagues and friends, as they normally see you come in already dolled up and ready for the day.

“rough night, huh?” gris spoke while patting your back in a fond manner while riyo and follo across your seat nodded at you in empathy.

just as you were about to reply to the older cleaner about your lack of caffeine in the morning, zanka’s figure came in clutch with your favourite coffee in hand.

he didn’t even spare a glance and acted somewhat mechanically fast: in one motion he fixed your uniform, adjusted the blood choker on your neck not too tight – and even brushed your hair with his slender fingers, pushing away the stubborn strands on your face that were in the way.

the gesture was so personal and confidential that everyone seated in the same table as you froze.

enjin’s cigarette fell from his mouth in disbelief, riyo’s arm stilled in the movement of eating a pancake with her mouth open and rudo’s jaw dropped incredibly fast that you feared it might break.

zanka scans the room, squinting in confusion. what did he do that was that scandalous?

the terrific realisation came to him after he saw your smug expression hiding behind your mug of steaming coffee.

“don’t tell me i did that in front of everyone…” his stomach dropped in dread; not that he was embarrassed of showing you off, to be clear. he just didn’t want to initiate the whole thing with this… intimate moment between you two. that clearly was meant to be practiced closed doors.

“YOU TWO ARE DATING!?” rudo basically screamed at the top of his lungs.

follo choked so hard on his own saliva that had gris worried but cracking up nevertheless.

“wasn’t that painfully obvious? they were so oblivious to each other that it was excruciating to being even put up with them in missions.” enjin shook his head grinning, while blowing cigarette smoke out of his nose.

“now that’s some wonderful news!” the red-head in front of you exclaimed, resting her chin on her clasped hands.

“does that mean i get to be the cool, rich aunt?”

“SHUT YER’ TRAP!”

you snorted so loud that it almost made you spill your drink. it was so entertaining watching your boyfriend’s face turn incredibly red from the incessantly teasing from the rest.

your grin falters a bit.

you never want to leave the cleaners ever again.

bonus!:

the crisp and warm air of the autumn sun graces the ground with the few rays of light that in the years prior you never had the chance to experience. not to mention, you were casually walking down the street without any protection or gas mask needed. it was definitely an impressive improvement of the polluted environment that surrounded everyone in this city.

you strolled unbothered around the block, carrying a handful of bags with groceries and other supplies whilst also waving back some of your neighbours.

as you were leaving your last stop at a local coffee shop near the corner of the road – their drinks were one of your absolute favourites – you didn’t expect to bump into your husband so early in the afternoon.

you shift your bags to your other arm in a futile attempt to avoid making your wrist sore.

“what are you doing here?” you hum his name in bemusement when he kisses the corner of your mouth. “did you clock out earlier today? if so, did corvus let you leave unattended?”

“ya’ worry too much for a pregnant woman,” he huffs in amusement. "'course he let me get home earlier. he knows i have a breath-takin', expecting wife."

he cradles your cold hand in his warm one and leads the two of you to your shared home.

“and these bunch of bags?” he tsked in irony.

“can’t be havin’ you stressing over groceries when yer’ carryin’ a whole person in there.”

after years of engagement you were a hundred percent aware that when he’s decided something, his stubborn mind ain’t going back. that’s the type of person your husband zanka nijiku is.

he unlocked the door and placed the shopping bags on the counter for later.

“are ya’ sore? does yer back hurt?” he gently pulled you on the plushy couch in the living room.

you cackle softly at him: “i’m just twelve weeks pregnant, i don’t even have a big bump on my belly.”

“that doesn't matter. our baby’s gonna be so much loved,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion.

“alright big baby enough of being a sap,” you push him away humorously. “i’m craving something sweet. can you cook me that japanese dessert that we tried in your hometown? pleaseeee?”

pregnancy was going to be one hell of a ride during the last trimester, you start to ponder unconsciously while biting on your mochi. not to mention the childbirth pain… you grimace uncomfortably.

you began to envy riyo for clinging to her role of being the trendy and wealthy aunt.

at the same time zanka has never felt so loved in his entire life.

because even an average person like zanka nijiku deserves to be loved. to be seen. to be held.

and you’d kiss all of his imperfections, his beautiful talents and features. because to you he isn’t the youngest son of the nijiku clan or the failure of his kin for not being part of the elite law enforcers that his siblings are in.

he was once your friend, your colleague in the cleaners. he is now your partner, your husband –

and the man that you’ll gladly spend the rest of your life gaining wrinkles and becoming silver-haired together.

A/N: sorry for disappearing out of the blue but school's been destroying me these weeks...

i actually love zanka very very much he's so well written 🫰 prob my second fav in the manga!

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