Good day fellow readers. This is my first time ever making an official blog and I'm kind of nervous
(´∇｀''). But I finally built up enough courage to post! So here goes nothing.
♡ Hello! I am reckless-deprivation (or just reckless for short, you can make up the nicknames (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)) and I am a writer! I am making this post to list fandoms I am into, within the small description I put for each fandom I will say how far along I am into the series and what characters I adore/am obsessed with. If I don't mention a character you want to request, you can send me a message either through my inbox or just private message me if you don't want your question to be posted on the blog.
I do have a short attention span and have a struggle keeping up motivation when writing requests, but I will try writing everyone's requests within a week and I will turn off the request bar if my inbox gets too full and overwhelming.
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Helllo! I loved your platonic Cecil and magic girl kid! Reader fic!
Could I ask for a platonic Cecil and a teenage 16 yr old reader who has foresight abilities and knows what’s happening in the future before it happens? The problem is she can’t tell him what happens in the future due to the risk it changes it (like omniman actually kills mark instead of beating him up due to Cecil interfering at the wrong point and changing marks fate. That kinda severe action.)
I imagine she’s anonymously sends Cecil a note saying his “most trusted ally will betray your trust soon. Be ready” a day before Omni man kills the guardians and tries to act like some mysterious attacker did it.
Basically due to her making sure she doesn’t reveal too much information that could risk changing the future from what she saw in her vision, she’s kinda just, slightly dropping hints for Cecil. Or like introducing him to people of interest sooner than usual If she thinks they don’t affect the outcome of the overall outcome of the future. Essentially like introduce that guy that turned will’s boyfriend into a robot to Cecil BEFORE he starts killing people with an anonymous note like “I ADVISE you hire him for his talents, you will need them in the future.”
Or 24 hrs before Omni man reveals his betrayal to the world and trying to get mark to conquer the earth with him. The reader calls Cecil and tell him to get a certain area of the city evacuated of citizens for a few hours “idc what you do! Tell the apartment complexes a gas leak in one of the main pipes burst and for everyone safety they need to be evacuated for a couple of hours!” (the apartments that Omni man threw mark through, killing the woman and her child and essentially causing that electric guy to accidentally kill his wife whiling trying to kill mark for the death of his sister and nephew) essentially reducing the mass casualty by a lot.
Just, basically reader being Cecil’s like weird, vague, alert system for before major shit happens but it’s just a teenage girl that he thinks is enjoying too much “advising” (passively demanding) a senior government agent while wearing a suit and sunglasses men in black style and a slight smirk on her face, and Cecil listening to her “advice” always ends up effectively reducing mass casualties due to her advising Cecil to either make more of something for a future event and it helping him more than it would’ve if he didn’t listen to her.
I find it funny that old man is essentially listening to a teenage girl telling him how to save the world lol.
This sounds so interesting! Since I don't have an exact scenario in mind, I will do what I did in my previous post you're talking about and make headcanons and quick scenarios :)
edit: this request is long overdue!! It ended up collecting dust in my inbox because I was busy with irl problems that I do not wish to discuss (｡•́︿•̀｡)
Still! Even if it is late, I wish this request brought a smile to your face!
Not proofread! Let me know if there are any gramatical errors... or don't! It adds to the charm (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
Word count- ~900
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❥ You met Cecil one fateful day when your legal guardian couldn't leave you at home due to your increased, unusual reckless behavior. You were brought to work with your guardian after they talked to their administrator and got a thumbs up from advisors and directors to bringing you in.
❥ All was planned, of course. With your insights and power for seeing things into the future, you made sure that everything you did would get you to see Cecil, no matter the cost.
❥ Of course, planning was harder since you didn't want your recklessness to get into the building in the first place to cause a world altering complication that would lead to humanities doom, damn the butterfly effect.
❥ Cecil paid you no mind at first, you were just a teen watching your phone in silence while your parent worked on whatever their sector specifically asked or demanded of them. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary in his mind.
❥ Now, getting the notes to him was a challange in itself. Your future seeking abilities couldn't tell you where his office was exactly, and you couldn't rely on its intuition to take you there because it would, quite frankly, take too long and you'd get caught sooner than later.
❥ Still, by some miracle just before Omni-man's attack, you managed to sneak a piece of paper into his office. It was vage, extremely so, but it was the best way to give him information witout drastically changing the future.
❥ To skip ahead a little (after Omni-man's betrayal and other disasters happening in season one), Cecil started to see a pattern.
❥ It was never a specific day, it was never anything explicit. He'd never know if the foretold, vague information written on that piece of paper would happen in a few hours, days, weeks or even months. It would just appear, and he'd have to likely guess of be on his toes until the prophacy is shown.
❥ Of course, no one figured the teenager sitting at their parent's desk was the culprit, they thought some stronger, cheeky entity was at play. So, they never batted an eye.
❥ Now, depending on how you, as the reader, would act in the situation, this could go one of two ways:
Silent route
❥ You never excplicitly stated your identity and continued to send annonymous messages through letters and sticky notes at desperate times,
❥ You'd always use a slightly different handwriting, you'd cover up finger prints, stray hairs, familiar writing styles. Anything and everything to get the GDA off of your trail.
❥ They did try to track where their little miracle letters kept coming from, even tried to question the employees that had access to Cecil's office/the higher ups offices. They, of course, couldn't find anything because they never figured a teenager who's there rarely was able to crash into a highly guarded office.
❥ Plus, your future seeing abilites could tell you the little things that could risk showing your identity.
2. Direct showcase
❥ You actually revealed your true identity on a random day.
❥ I imagine it was just lunch hour. Cecil came a bit later as per usual, the person who'd usually bring lunch to his office was out of service (I wondedr why...), and, would you look at that, the random teen was holding his tray with uninterest before turning to spot Cecil
❥ "Uh... they told me to give this to you." It was an innocent statement, a small smile with hidden intent forming on your face before handing the tray. Cecil could only huff in slight annoyance that they let a child handle his food, but he couldn't complain much when a piece of paper caught his eye.
❥ Loe and behold, it is yet another future note with subtle slang to let him know, without mistake, that the child that just handed him his lunch was, in fact, their little miracle worker.
❥ I don't think Cecil would jump to get you a job at the GDA. He's a smart man; even if you're a teenager, he doesn't want any ill intent to cross over to his work ethic.
❥ I'd give him roughly two weeks before he actually considers proper help from you.
❥ It wouldn't be a grand gesture, he'd just walk over and ask for advice ahead of time. But, of course, you not wanting to drastically change the outcome and pacing of the future, you kept your answers vague.
❥ It irritated Cecil to an extend. However, he understood your reasoning. Just like him, you didn't want any harm to come to heroes, workers or the people of not just your city, but the entire world.
❥ Still... you'd also be a little iffy if you knew you had the answers at the palm of your hand, but the key to the solution was unwiling to give a straight answer. Even with all of the warnings, Cecil couldn't see the vast differences you were making because there were still casualties.
❥ It's not until you explicitly explain the previous possible outcomes that he realizes how big of an impact your little changes in the future actually were.
❥ He'd grow to understand your pacing, phrasing and vagueness, even if it means some lives have to suffer in hopes of more surviving.
hhiiii do u write for valorant 🥹🥹 u tagged valorant x reader but its not on ur post abt what u write for 💔
I'll write anything, really! I don't mind what characters are requested and what genre. But I prefer when people have a concept or idea and I write around it!!
My favorite agent is Iso, so of course I'll run to write for him when I have the chance. But I don't mind writing anyone else, it's just a preference of inspiration（´∇｀''）
Also, do not worry about asking questions! I like replying to every ask sent my way as soon as I can >ᴗ<
Yes, I tagged every agent so that this can reach as many fans as possible. There is a clear lack of content for the game and I want for everyone to be fulfilled ≽^•⩊•^≼
I think my requests are acting up because I SWEAR I had some in my inbox and it wasn't empty (╥﹏╥)
Still, don't be afraid to send in a request! I take a while to respond because of my busy schedule, but I try my best!
I have to update my masterlist, add and remove fandoms and such. But this post will be tagged with the fandoms I do write for! I currently don't have the time to update anything since I'm writing on my phone, but I'll get to it asap!!!
Hey if you're still doing requests I was wondering if you could make multi Paul cuddle headcanons
Xoxo ówò
Sorry everybody for the unannounced hiatus! Life got in the way and I lost my motivation to write (｡•́︿•̀｡)
But I'm back! I'll try to write as best and as quickly as I can. Some of these request require longer word counts, but I'll try my best!
Cw: not proof read （´∇｀''）
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♡ Let me start this off by saying Paul is really bad at initiating cuddle sessions. He's kinda the silent and brooding type, that's his whole spiel, and he isn't that much of a physical contact type of guy either.
♡ But when he does crave a good ol' cuddle every now and then? It's like war one in his mind.
♡ He won't ask. Of course he won't ask. His ego is too big to compare! How could a lone alpha such as himself ask for a measly cuddle? /j
♡ But seriously. The guy might have a good comeback in battle, but hell if he'll open his mouth to even dare ask for cuddles. He's too embarrassed to do such a thing! Instead, he'd hint at wanting to cuddle and pray you catch it.
♡ It would go a little something like this: Paul would feel the urge to just wrap you up and hold you in his arms (or vice versa) and he'd just... Awkwardly linger.
♡ Watching a movie? He's just sitting close enough and spreading his legs wide enough so that you touch knees. Trying to make a snack? He'd linger behind you and follow your every step while commenting on what you're preparing. Trying to do literally anything? He's there, standing close enough that it feels awkward but far enough that you can't really say anything about it.
♡ He's a little put down and annoyed the first few times when you don't catch the hint, same way he's a little smug whenever you ask for cuddles.
♡ Okay, now onto the actual cuddle headcanons, people!
♡ Paul isn't the type of guy to really be picky about big or little spoon. In fact, I think he'd prefer being face to face and hugging each other while laying down! Maybe even share a few kisses if he's feeling up to it.
♡ He's oddly warm, like any boyfriend I suppose. It's not an overbearing heat where you can't handle it, just a subtle increase in what was considered normal body heat.
♡ There's two ways he likes to cuddle, the first being when he's not feeling needy. He'd have a loose arm wrapped around you, maybe even just let you big spoon and quietly draw shapes on your arms or legs as you wrap around him.
♡ The other way is when he is needy. He's either clinging to you like a sloth on a tree, arms and legs locking your torso in place as he buries his head in your hair, quietly breathing as he practically suffocates you, or if he's a little lower down he'd gladly burry his head in your chest. Man tits or women tits? Big or small? Doesn't matter, they're still tits in his eyes.
♡ Despite what everyone else might think, Paul is a deep sleeper in my mind. If he falls asleep during a cuddle session with him being the big spoon? Good luck and pray you didn't drink a lot of water because you're not getting out anytime soon.
♡ Accompanied by Paul's deep sleeping habits, he isn't much or a morning person. He's very grumpy when he wakes up, so just imagine you trying to pry his hands away and he just pulls you closer, giving an annoyed grumble before trapping you further. Again, pray your bladder doesn't pop.
♡ He doesn't feel an ounce of remorse when he eventually wakes up fully. He's just shrug it off and pretend it never happened.
♡ Despite all his annoyances and little flaws, he's happy and content to cuddle up whenever you ask... The exception being when he's in a pissed off mood and doesn't wanna take it out on you, that man has a problem with regulation and execution, I stand by that after Rex's attack.
Do you do NSFW alphabets? If so, can you write a Multi-Paul NSFW alphabet?
Never did one, but I'm here to experiment (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)
Word count - 1950~
CW: not proofread, nsfw topics? I don't know what else to add(ᵕ—ᴗ—) Nothing too scandalous aside from Paul being an absolute freak in the sheets.
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A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
♡ I won't say Multi-Paul is over the top with after care, but he does what needs to be done.
♡ He'll make sure you're okay, give you a glass of water, clean you up with a damp rag and maybe cuddle with you. He's not some hopeless romantic to bow down and kiss your feet, but he's not heartless either.
B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
♡ On him, I'd have to say his hands or hair.
♡ I'm putting both since I'm not sure if I could say his hair since it's not technically a body part. But have you seen him? He gets out of prison and the first thing he does is get a fresh haircut. He adores his hair, you can't tell me otherwise. As for his hands, he's skillful. Whether it's picking locks or pleasuring you, he's damn smug about how you sound just from his fingers.
♡ On you, if you were to generally ask him, he'd just brush it off and half mindedly say your lips. He likes looking at them when you talk and they feel nice against his lips, that is a non-sexual answer. If you ask him tits/pecs, thighs or ass, he'd say thighs. No specific reason aside from the fact he likes to massage them and they're great for naps.
C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
♡ It's nothing too crazy.
♡ Comes a normal amount, the consistency is a bit thicker than expected and it isn't fully clear and holds a foggy/white kind of look to it. Either tastes bitter or like nothing, depends on what he ate.
D - Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
♡ Let's his mind wander every now and then, he sometimes surprises himself with some of the things he thinks about.
♡ The one thing I think all of us are thinking of is: using his clones to fuck you stupid. I'm sure a lot of us had that thought pass through our minds, and the man himself is no exception. He'd lay in bed feeling absolutely feral, thinking how he'd absolutely ruin you in more sense than one. Despite the obvious advantage, I'd like to think he'd be kind of nervous to use his powers in bed for the first time and won't mention it unless you bring it up.
E - Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)
♡ A handful of encounters. Nothing long-term so to say, either paid exchanges of fuck buddies to pass the time. The reason he's more hesitant and nervous with you is because he genuinely loves you and is afraid of losing you, even if he is afraid to show it.
F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)
♡ Either a full nelson or while sitting.
♡ Full nelson is every now and then when he's feeling particularly rough, having you locked down and whispering in your ear just sounds like heaven to him. Sitting is because he has you in his lap and chest in his face, you're there for either a make out session or for him to tease the hell out of your nipples until you're drooling.
G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
♡ He'll throw in a tease that gets you both to giggle from time to time, but he's usually very serious. Have you heard that voice? He'd purr in your ear and you'd cum just from the sound of his voice, he knows that and is extremely smug because of it.
H - Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
♡ Like I mentioned, he is proud of his hair, and that extends to his pubes as well.
♡ Neatly trimmed, if not bald. I say that because he sometimes grows tired of having to trim and just thugs it out and waxes. He's got a high pain tolerance he can handle it.
♡ While on the topic, I'd like to add that this man definitely makes sure no hair is on his balls of in his ass, it just feels wrong and dirty to him.
I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
♡ Like I said, he's pretty teasing and likes to make you dumb and cock drunk more often than not. But there are moments where he's just tired and he'd grow sensual and moan rather than groan. Those moments are rare and he refuses to address them after the fact. If you say you liked him like that, he'd let those words swirls around in his mind from time to time, and just maybe those particularly sensual moments grom a little more frequent.
J - Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
♡ Not often, but he did it to relive stress during his assassin missions. It became far less frequent when the two of you started being intimate, but he does jack off from time to time.
K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)
♡ I don't know the professional term, but the kink where one person is sleeping and the other preforms intimate acts with their sleeping body. Somnophilia? I'm not sure. Whether it's him being asleep of you, he enjoys being woken up with you either riding him or sucking him off of waking you up with a good time. All of this with prior consent of course.
♡ As I mentioned, using his clones to make you both feel good. It's established that he feels everything his copies feel, so he has a bit of a struggle holding up as long as he usually would, but the climax is all the more pleasurable.
L - Location (favorite places to do the do)
♡ The boring answer would be the bed, the fun answer would be in an alleyway. He likes taking risks, but he won't do it if you're not comfortable with doing it in public. Though, can't say the whole house isn't safe.
M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
♡ Tugging at his hair or wearing one of his shirts/boxers. As I said, he's obsessed with his hair, so pulling it will make him look at you in disbelief while growing a tent in his pants at the same time. He likes to see you in his shirt and boxers for the same reason any man would, but wearing his costume isn't something that would make him horny. One thought passed his mind about how his suit is similar to his sisters and he got petrified, absolutely refuses to get hard from you wearing it by pure will and determination.
N - No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
♡ Seriously injure you. Sure, he leaves a bruise every now and then, maybe makes you sore for a week, but he would never do anything that you're not okay with or that will seriously injure you.
♡ Doing any disgusting king such as piss. He's a freak, but not to that extent.
O - Oral (preference on giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
♡ He's slept around and experimented, he'd know how to make you break with just a little practice.
♡ As for giving or receiving, he leans more onto the receiving side. Yeah, he likes to pleasure you, but it just feels so damn good having your pretty lips around him, he didn't say he liked them for no particular reason, he was just being vanilla when mentioning them for your sake.
P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
♡ Like I mentioned, there are moments where he's more sensual with it, but most of the time he's rough, the speed depends on how he feels in particular, but rough is a key factor to him.
Q - Quickie (their opinions of quickies, how often, etc.)
♡ When he doesn't have the time and tension is thick? He doesn't mind a quickie. Doesn't prefer them, but they're nice every now and then.
R - Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
♡ As I previously stated, he's willing to take risks as long as you give your consent. He's willing to stretch everything out as long as possible, but once you mutter that safe word? He feels absolutely awful. Best believe his aftercare is top tier after he accidentally pushes you too far.
S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
♡ He's an assassin, of course he has a shit ton of stamina. Average is four to maybe even five rounds, but he won't complain if you're spent after two, that just means he did his job right.
T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
♡ Yes.
♡ Maybe he didn't have many when he wasn't with you, but now he has a vibrator or two and more. He doesn't have a collection, but it would make an insecure man tremble.
U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)
♡ Likes to tease a whole lot, I think I've hinted at it a lot throughout the alphabet.
♡ He'll deny you your orgasm until you're practically begging for him to just let you come, then he'll overstimulate you just enough so that you're practically levitating off the ground in pleasure.
♡ He'll tease you in public, too. A too tight squeeze to your thigh, a look that he knows will absolutely make you all hot and bothered, the little things.
♡ But when you tease him back? Salty as hell. He's also smug because he knows he's gonna absolutely destroy you when you get home, in a sexual way, of course.
V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
♡ Usually quiet. He grunts and groans, occasionally moans, but they're all quiet. Not to you, tho. He makes sure to get right up in your ear so that you can hear his noises and his dirty talk, a true gentleman.
W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
♡ Wore your panties/boxers once as a kind of payback for wearing his own things. Was surprised to see you were actually turned on by that, even more surprised when you practically pounced on him. The one time he was almost a bottom without prior conversation about it.
X - X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
♡ Nothing too over the top. 5 inches soft and roughly 6-6.5 when hard. Uncut but well taken care off. He has a nice trail to present himself and a pretty pink tip the color of his lips when the skin is pulled back.
Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
♡ Not that high if I'm being honest. Most he'll do is once, maybe twice a week, but he can and has gone longer without as much as a quick jerk off to loosen some screws.
Z - Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)
♡ Surprisingly slowly. For how long this man can last, he can stay awake for just as long.
♡ If he's really spent, he's out in twenty minutes flat. other than that, he can get up and continue work on most occasions, especially if he's bending to your stamina and only doing two rounds.
♡ You'd think it's the opposite, but you're quick to learn that Paul is full of surprises.
So Aren transfers to PK Academy and is immediately bombarded with Reader (who's this happy-smiley person) trying to become his friend. He'd try to brush them off at first but after realising they weren't going anywhere and to keep up the 'normal guy' persona, he just lets them hang around, but he's secretly annoyed by it.
Eventually (after sharing food with him or sharing an umbrella on a walk home), he realises Reader's actually not that bad, and then he actually starts being a friend to them.
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Hello, thank you for leaving a request! I'm sorry if anything seems inaccurate, it's been a while since I watched tdlosk (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
Word count- 2500~
CW: not proofread and hints of angst! Nothing too serious, just subtle hints of it.
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PK Academy was a... peculiar school to say the least. Aren couldn't really complain! Coming from a family of delinquents and being friends with gang members (as well as being included in said gangs), Aren couldn't utter a real negative word about the people at this school.
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Well, there was this one person... you.
You just couldn't seem to get off his back! Especially on the first day.
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"Thank you, Aren. You may take a seat on any free desk." The teacher nodded, grabbing the sponge as Aren awkwardly made his way towards some random empty desk.
He tried not to pay attention, especially after embarrassing himself and having a mini heart attack after writing his old initials on the black board for everyone to see. Despite trying to mind his own business, he saw someone staring at him with a wide smile, head in their hands as they followed his every move. That person was you, and Aren could already feel his blood pressure rise along with his anger.
'Tch, what're they staring at?' The thought was too quick to prevent it, and Aren felt himself shaking his head to rid himself of said negative thoughts as he made himself comfortable in his new seat.
'No! They were just smiling innocently! No need to grow violent tendencies for a simple smile.' He turned his attention towards the teacher as the lesson began, bringing out his notebook from his bookbag as he started writing. If he was trying to fit the stereotype of a normal guy with no dark past, he should start by getting good grades as well.
As the class dragged on, he couldn't help but feel a small sense of unease every now and then, as if someone was watching him. That someone was of course you, but he didn't know that.
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The bell rang, signaling the end of class (to Aren's relief).
'Okay, Aren. Just... walk around and make friends! shouldn't be that hard-' His previous thoughts were cut short as you stood in front of him, smile as wide as ever with one hand on his desk as you leaned over him ever so slightly. 'What- when did they get here!?' His question was quickly answered as you spoke up, that same wide smile displayed on your features.
"You're Aren Kuboyasu, right? The new kid?" You asked, as if Aren hadn't laid out all the info the moment class began. Seems this school was filled with more meatheads than he anticipated...
"Yes, and you are...?" He smiled, keeping up with the goodie-goodie persona he put up the moment he set foot on school grounds; he was here to make friends! Why pass up such an opportunity? You introduced yourself cheerfully, standing in the way as students headed outside the classroom to buy themselves lunch. The thought alone made Aren's mouth water as he just remembered how hungry he actually was.
"I'm glad we have a new student! It's not often we get new people around here... Though, there was this other kid with long purple hair, kind of like yours but- lighter, I guess? Maybe you met him? I don't know if new kids have some sort of connection because they're new. Though, now that I say it out loud it does sound kind of stupid-" Gosh, did you ever get tired of talking?
"I'm so sorry to interrupt, but I need to get lunch." He still kept up that godawful persona, his smile strained and, if you focused well enough, you could spot a vein popping out from his forehead. Maybe making friends shouldn't be his priority...
"Right! Lunch, how could I forget." You laughed, hitting yourself on the head for dramatic effect before grabbing his sleeve and pulling him out of the classroom. "Let's go, then! Don't want all the good food to be taken away!"
Aren was baffled. Are you serious?! You just- drag him along just like that??? You didn't even ask! You just- did it! He was sure to sound at least a little condescending for you to take the hint that he wanted to go alone- and gosh, the talking! Do you ever run out of damn topics????
From the corner of his eye, Aren could see a pink haired boy silently sigh underneath his breath, shaking his head before walking down the hall with a calculated purpose. This was going to be a loooonnnggg first day.
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The days after were equally exhausting. You sat with him at lunch, during breaks, and just insisted to show him around the school three times! Your squeaky voice was starting to get on his nerves, and it didn't help that you didn't seem to have an off button. Yet, he still put up with it; He didn't know why, maybe to keep up the goodie-goodie persona? Whatever it was, he couldn't snap now; half the week has already passed, people would definitely notice if he switched up from a goodie-goodie to a yelling delinquent!
Still, just because he put up with it doesn't mean you didn't annoy him to every extend. From the awfully cheerful way you talk to the way you gestured your hands with each word that left your mouth; every little quirk and action seemed to get on Aren's nerves.
"Aren, this pastry is the best one at this school!"
"Aren, you messed up a multiplication portion of the homework. But I'll help you!"
"Let's pair up for P.E., Aren!"
Aren, Aren, Aren, AREN! Gosh, who knew you could get sick of hearing your own name. He was sure you said it at least fifteen times a day.
"You okay, Aren?" Ugh, he could only assume who it was.
Sure enough, he turned his head to see your worried expression, not wearing your usual smile for once. He couldn't have enough time to bask in the sight, since the moment he turned to you a more sheepish smile made its way onto your face.
"Just peachy." He said through gritted teeth, and poor, innocent you took that as confirmation and sat down, right next to him; completely unaware that the source of his 'previous' down and irritated mood was you.
"Oh, thought someone had annoyed you." You chuckled, voice growing notably higher as you returned to your usual antics. Aren couldn't do anything else but sigh in defeat and listen.
"Hey, Aren!" the sound of someone else calling him caught him by surprise. But he was quick to snap his head towards the direction of the new person calling his name.
That person was none other than Kineshi Hairo, otherwise known as the 'jock'. Despite Hairo not being the ideal person to call upon Aren, he took the first opportunity to get away from you... as harsh as it sounded, he just needed to rest his brain one way or another.
"Wanna help out set up the school yard for the running course? We need a little more help." He gestured to the door, smiling encouragingly and waiting for Aren's answer. Aren nodded, standing up and clearing his throat to fix his attitude.
"Yeah, of course." He answered, but he felt his heart drop a little as he heard you speak up.
"Can I help?" You asked, standing up and tilting your head as you waited for an answer. Hairo, bless his soul, only smiled widely and hastily agreed.
"Of course! The more people we have, the less work there is for each person!" The sound of your quiet giggle at Hairo's theatrics made Aren's blood boil, but he sucked it up and sighed in defeat as he followed Hairo outside to help with whatever 'running track' the school was setting up. Why would they even need a running track? Don't they just run the block around town back to the school? Whatever it was, Aren just hoped you'd be too busy with work to make any time to talk to him.
... His hopes were, of course, crushed because Hairo (again, bless his soul) set you two up for group projects because he saw you talking with him the most! Just great.
The set up went as expected. The two of you went and worked on the parts you were told to clean or fix up, and you chatted his ear off as you worked. Though, he couldn't complain too much; you were an efficient worker, and you toned down your enthusiasm. He won't call it a win, but he will call it an improvement.
Just as everyone was finishing up, everyone looked up to see a dark cloud starting to form.
"Jeez, looks like it's going to rain... guess we did all this work for nothing, huh?" You chuckled, turning to him with that annoyingly bright smile, but Aren didn't spot the hesitance laced behind it this time... nor the plenty of other times.
"Just great..." He huffed, remembering that he had forgotten his umbrella back at home, and the spare one in his locker got bent and broken for... unknown reasons.
"Everyone, head inside! Rain is about to start pouring!" Hairo announced, already evacuating complaining and grumpy students. There was no time to pick up everything, they just had to find cover as quickly as possible.
As each student packed in the hall, they all thankfully avoided the heavy pouring rain that started up. Chatter filled the halls, but, for a change of pace, you were awfully quiet, just staring at the pouring rain outside through the front doors in contemplation.
Fifteen minutes passed, then half an hour... then forty five minutes... then an hour-
"Looks like this rain won't stop any time soon." He heard you sigh, voice quiet and oddly soothing. For the first time, Aren wasn't immediately irritated at the sound of your voice.
Some students had already left the moment they grabbed their umbrellas from their lockers; others just held a jacket over their head and ran towards the direction of their homes. Some, along with Aren and you, stayed at the school waiting for their guardians to pick them up. But, unlike the other waiting students, Aren and you didn't have anyone to pick you up.
"Don't have an umbrella?" You turned to him, his annoyance perking up again at the stupid question. But he kept his cool, he was used to it by now.
"Nope." He sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets as he watched another student rush into their parents' car in the pouring rain, laughing and drying off inside as they drove off.
You only hummed, clinging to your bag as you silenced yourself with your thoughts once more. Before Aren could turn away, curiosity ate away at him as he saw you shuffle and dig into your bag, pulling out a... an umbrella?
You turned to him with a small, gentle smile, holding up the annoyingly bright neon yellow umbrella.
"Here." Aren was taken by surprise as you handed the small umbrella to him, the same warm smile on your face that seemed less forced than before now that he thinks about it.
"W- you're just- giving it to me?" He raised a brow, not reaching out for the stupid umbrella as he only stared at you in confusion and irritation. Had you lost your mind? You barely knew him for a full week!
"Mhm." You nodded, placing the umbrella into his hands before turning back to stare at the pouring rain. "You're my friend and you need to head home. I can wait for the rain to pass... I have nothing better to do."
He held the bright yellow object, looking down at it with hesitance in his gaze. But he ultimately opened it up and held it above his head, giving you one last glance before bowing down in appreciation.
"Thank you..." He muttered your name awkwardly, taking a few wrong steps before finally rushing out the gate and towards his house. He gave you one last glance back, spotting the distant look in your eyes for a split second before rushing down the road, lips pressed into a thin line as multiple incoherent thoughts ran through his mind. You were... weird. Yeah, extremely weird.
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The following week, Aren noticed the little things. You were less enthusiastic, more hesitant with each word that left your mouth, more awkward. It annoyed him in a way, but what didn't annoy him, right?
Still, he noticed your mood dropping little by little. You still talked his ear off and followed him everywhere, that part annoyed the hell out of him. But you were a little less... energetic, let's put it like that.
It came to a certain point. You and Aren were sitting at lunch, consumed in a once in a lifetime silence as you ate away at your matching pastries.
"... Kuboyasu?" You spoke up, voice meek and sheepish. He only hummed, turning to you to at least look you in the eye as he ate. "Do I annoy you?"
He stopped mid chew, his brows furrowing as he processed your words. Had you just become self-aware all of a sudden? Or was he just dense?
"Why so you ask that?" He swallowed his food, not answering the question in fear of what turmoil might be going on in that head of yours. He was an ex-delinquent, sure. But he wasn't a jerk.
"I don't know... It just seems like you're annoyed with everything I say, and I get it! I mean- I just kind of approached you on your first day and dragged you along everywhere like you were some ragdoll and I didn't let you speak your mind or voice your opinions because I was just so caught up in you liking me and I just thought you were so cool and I wanted to be your friend so bad and. oh my goodness, I'm rambling again." You gasped for air, gripping onto your hair as you stared down at the table, too embarrassed to look up at him after you basically poured your feelings and thoughts about him.
Aren was... surprised to say the least. Hearing someone speak so highly of him, immediately assuming the best in him despite him being far from it was... refreshing. He was just so used to people fearing him, people having negative thoughts and opinions about him simply because of his looks and past. But hearing you put him at such a high standard and worrying if he disliked you or not? It put a whole new perspective in his brain.
He softened up, watching as you hesitantly shifted your stance to face him. He just... smiled, his hand making its way onto your shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze. He called out your name, voice surprisingly soft without him even forcing it out.
"You don't annoy me." The words were simple, but for how simple they were they seemed to ease all your worry. Your guard dropped and that same sheepish smile returned, followed by an equally awkward chuckle as you fixed your hair up.
"Good... I don't want to piss off a good friend."
... Maybe you weren't as suffocatingly intolerable as he first made you out to be.
Sorry everyone! I was on vacation and requests had to be postponed for a little while. I'm getting back into the hang of writing, but sorry it took a while to write everyone's requests. I'll try to write them within this week but I don't know if I'll be facing any work irl 🙏
Hi! Hope you're doing well. I love Multi-Paul getting the appreciation he deserves, and you know how to do it!
Could I please request a Paul x reader drabble/one-shot with the kinda convos they'd have during missions (or whatever it is he does 😭) just to pass the time?
Like the reader asking him a wildly stupid 'would you rather' question or something like that just to talk, and after being weirded out, he actually goes along with it.
Glad to see people like the way I write him! I was honestly super anxious when I wrote my first request（´∇｀''）
Reader's gender isn't mentioned, and neither is the fact if they have powers or not! This is just short one shots and scenarios ^ᗜ^
Word count - 828
CW: swear words
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"Would you rather"
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In Paul's mind, you were just another annoyingly uptight coworker. Not that he often judged a book by its cover, but you? How could he not.
The two of you were assigned on a mission to assassinate some moron in dept, something about 'Betraying the Order' or whatever Mr. Liu said.
The mission started off like any other. Mr. Liu introduced you to Paul, saying you were going to accompany him on the assassination, and he sent you two on your merry way. Paul figured the mission would pass smoothly... That is if the fucker ever decided to leave his house. You were specifically told not to ambush the victim in his own home; the reason wasn't stated; you were just told not to kill the guy within his home.
Paul expected the two to be consumed in silence, that's what he preferred anyway. But he was instead met with words he never expected to leave your mouth, of all people.
"... Would you rather have to be naked at work for an hour or be dropped off two miles from your house whilst you're naked and you have to try and get home?"
Paul paused, letting your words slowly process in his mind before turning to face you, brows knitted together in shocked confusion and mouth parted open like a fish out of water, trying to formulate a coherent thought to your absolute absurdity.
"... Excuse me?" He was utterly baffled, arms resting on his squatting thighs as he waited for an explanation, praying he somehow managed to hear you wrong.
"Would you rather have to be naked at work for an hour or be dropped off two miles from your house whilst you're naked and you have to try and get home?" You repeated once more, staring at him innocently like it was the most normal question in the world.
"I... Wha- are you on something?" I mean, it was the most logical answer, right? No one in their right mind would ask something as stupid as that. Especially not on a mission to assassinate a person of all things.
"No," You shook your head, straightening up your posture and shifting to get more comfortable. "It's a would you rather question... Y'know, to pass the time?" It took Paul a little while longer to process, but he reluctantly answered (despite his mind yelling at him to focus on the mission at hand instead of indulging in whatever thoughts were circling through that seemingly empty head of yours apparently).
"I... I guess I'd rather be dropped off naked two miles from my house."
"But what if it's daytime and they drop you off in a crowded area where children and the elderly are around? Wouldn't you rather be naked with people you at least somewhat know rather than people you don't know."
"Wh- you're the one that asked me for my opinion!"
"But you have to think logically!"
"It isn't real!"
"But what if it was?!"
And that's where everything seemed to spiral. The two of you took the question way too seriously, adding on 'what if's as if what you were talking about was going to happen to you tomorrow.
'Would you rather be stuck in a phone box with ten snakes or ten tarantulas?'
'Would you rather be funny but really stupid or boring but really smart?'
'Would you rather not be able to taste or not be able to see colors?'
Those were just some of the would you rather questions, all of them leaving your mouth of course, bless your blabbermouth, and Paul... he slowly found himself actually enjoying those stupid questions.
He'd pause, think, debate, argue; it seemed that with every answer he gave you'd have an argument as to why the other option was better, and he found himself throwing equally good scenarios and arguments back to you just to prove his point.
He enjoyed these 'would you rather' questions so much in fact that when he turned back to look at the targets home, his face dropped as he saw said target entering their home with two arms worth of grocery bags.
The two of you were consumed in silence once more, staring at the locked front door from your hiding spot, debating whether it was worth it to stay out potentially for weeks to wait on when the target would leave their house again to restock or report back to Mr. Liu and get a punishment worse than waiting out for weeks to see when your target would leave again.
You decided the prior was more logical. Mr. Liu could wait; you'll just say that the target took more time to leave their house... Right?
And there it was again, that uncomfortable silence that was now even more tense since you were filled with fear of Mr. Liu's wrath and annoyance at one another for not paying attention to your target.
Hey girly I wanted to cash in my multi paul request! 😋 Can we see a headcannon of him being jealous and overprotective? I know basic but I think it would be a cute one especially if we are already married to him.
Hello! So glad to see Multi-Paul requests being sent my way, sorry if this took a while to write, my internet is really slow, and I only saw the request the day after you sent it (╥﹏╥)
A shorter fic to start thing off... also the site kept crashing because of my internet so I had to keep it short.
Word count - 813
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"I'm not jealous...."
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Paul Cha wasn't the type of man to get overly jealous... or at least he hid it very well. He trusts you; he really does... he just doesn't trust the people around you.
The two of you had been dating for quite some time now, at least enough time for you to finally notice his little ticks and annoyances whenever you even spoke to someone remotely attractive.
It caught you off guard at first, it was just a kind man around your age asking for directions since he wasn't from here. As you were explaining to the poor man where the nearest (and best) cafe was located at, you couldn't help but notice Paul's jaw tighten; it wasn't anything huge, but you just barely managed to catch it. Maybe he was just flexing his jaw because it was sore? That was your first thought. But the more it happened, the clearer it was to you.
Saying thank you to the waiter handing you your food, your gaze coincidentally lingering on the man's glowing cheekbones? Paul's lips would tighten. A slightly older man offering you a homemade cupcake for a taste test, your hand somewhat lingering on his until you got a firm grasp of the sweet treat? Paul's fists would clench. It was the little things, but you couldn't help but be at least a little amused.
"Everything alright, babe?" You innocently asked, looking up at Paul as his hand on your waist got a bit tighter when the man (who had previously handed you the ten bucks that slipped from your back pocket) hurriedly ran down the street.
"Yes, I'm fine, baby." He murmured, pressing a slightly firmer kiss to your cheek as you two continued down your path.
"... It isn't because of that guy handing me my ten bucks back, right?" His grip loosened, trying to go back to his usual calm charm to fully convince you to what you knew wasn't the case.
"I said I'm fine." He called your name, a small, actually genuine looking smile appearing on his face as he kissed your forehead for extra confirmation.
"... You sure you aren't jealous." You couldn't contain the growing smirk as his face finally fell and he huffed in annoyance. Finally! He wasn't immediately denying it! "It's fine if you are, really."
"I'm not jealous, baby." He grumbled, his hand moving to your hip with a firm squeeze as you two continued walking to your favorite restaurant for a date you've been planning for weeks prior.
"You sure you're not?" You didn't want to push his buttons, but the way his jaw tightened? The slight twitch in his brow as he recalled the interaction between you and the innocent guy? It did make your heart flutter a bit, the fact you've barely seen his annoyance expressed unless it was something major only added to your guilty excitement.
"He was obviously flirting with you." And there it was. You couldn't help but quietly giggle at his statement, hand going up to cover your mouth as if it would help your situation.
"Baby, he just handed me the ten bucks I dropped." You pointed out, and Paul only rolled his eyes as if you were trying to convince him that the sky was red.
"Then why didn't he take the ten bucks for himself? You wouldn't have missed those ten dollars; I am the one paying! Does he think I'm too poor to handle you?" The way he ranted on and on only made you more baffled by the second. Okay, you figured he was jealous from the little ticks and twitches. But this? This was a whole other level.
"He was just being nice."
"What does he have to be nice about? It's just ten dollars!"
"Paul-"
"Seriously! If I was him and I saw ten bucks fly out of your back pocket. The back pocket?! So, he was obviously staring at your ass-"
The only way to shut him up at this point was a firm peck on the lips.
He stopped, staring down at you with wide eyes before returning to that cool and collected expression he always carried.
"Paul, baby. You're overthinking it." You sighed, giving his arm light caresses as you softly looked up at him. "Besides, I only have eyes for you."
That seemed to calm him down. His grip loosened, a small breath leaving his nose as he relaxed and let those jealous thought fade away momentarily.
"I'm sorry..." He murmured into your hair, pressing a light kiss to the spot to further solidify his genuine apology.
"It's alright. Let's just head to dinner, yeah? I'm starving." He chuckled at your words, nodding along before continuing your calm walk towards the restaurant.
Paul was a patient man, but when you're in the spitfire that is the typical man's gaze? He can't help but be jealous.
Hello! Could you write Platonic!Cecil Stedman with a child!reader who’s a magical girl with the personality of a cinnamon roll.
This is such a cute concept! At first, I had a love/hate relationship with Cecil, but he grew quite a bit on me when we were nearing the end of the first season ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )
I don't exactly know what you meant by 'magical girl', so I took the creative liberty... I took some inspiration from sailor moon even though I never fully watched the show（´∇｀'')
This was written as a headcanon post! If you would like for me to write a one-shot with the same concept, please do leave a request!
Edit: I ended up writing less than I expected, and I think I lost the concept somewhere throughout, but I tried my best and I am so sorry if this wasn't what your requested 😭
Word count - 882
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Cecil Stedman & magical girl!reader
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❥ Cecil found you wandering one day on the streets of the city... well, if fighting alongside heroes counts as wandering then sure.
❥ You were wearing some frilly dress, looking all cutesy as you sent strong enough blasts towards the criminals to leave an indent on the side off the building.
❥ He teleported to the scene once the fight was over, now in front of you while looking like a disappointed parent. He asked where your own parents were which you replied simply: you didn't have any
❥ That statement alone made Cecil pause. He could've just sent you to some orphanage, but your powers were too valuable to not use so... he took you in.
❥ Not one of his best moments (in his eyes). But at least he thought he was doing you a favor.
❥ Training wasn't tough, he made sure to dumb it down for you a little since you were still a child; he didn't lack common sense, he was just strict. Yet your cheery and bubbly demeanor was getting to him.
❥ If your training was harsher than usual, you would still smile and thank him when he called over someone to treat your cuts and bruises. When you would trip and fall after accidentally stepping on a ribbon from your skirt, you would thank and hug him for helping you get up before you began to skip away to go train.
❥ Cecil would find himself letting you get away with more things. He'd slip you a candy bar or bonbon after dinner, he'd let you follow him around while he did errands. The scene of an old man scolding someone for not doing their work properly while a little girl with a bright smile and a hilariously poofy dress stood right behind him to offer words of support was just comical.
❥ Even though he did treat you with a little more kindness, that doesn't mean he himself doesn't slip up sometimes. He ends up yelling at you after his day had been particularly stressful. When he did your eyes teared up and your lip quivered, muttering a quiet "Sorry..." before turning away to go do something else. Cecil immediately started feeling a small sense of guilt, but he was too exhausted to search for you and apologize. Later on, he forgot about the interaction in the first place and never even apologized, but you were cheery nonetheless; it was just a moment of frustration, everyone has their bad moments!
❥ Just because you're a child/magical girl does not necessarily mean you get special treatment... you're just favored over some other heroes in training.
❥ You, being a child without parents, makes it so that you're now Cecil's necessity. Since he's the one that rescued you, you stuck to him like a leech and non-stop call on him whenever something minor is going on or if you need something, kind of like a child calling for their mom for every little thing. It's exhausting to say the least.
❥ Most of the time, he'd send a GDA member to go fix whatever problem you had. But on certain occasions you'd demand that Cecil had to be the one to come and help you.
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"Ah... Cecil?" Donald called from the entrance of the comms room, hands awkwardly by his side as he waited for a response. Cecil sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
"What is it, Donald?" The old man sighed, not facing Donald and instead looking at the cameras to observe a fight happening late at night in the city. But the mention of your name caught the old man's attention.
He turned to Donald, brows furrowed as he waited for him to continue.
"She... she demands you read her a bedtime story, sir." Donald sheepishly admitted, taking a small step to the side to show you, arms crossed and an angry look on your face as you waited for his answer. Cecil had previously sent some rookie GDA member to read you a story and they couldn't even do it right! Their tone was trash, and it was only making you more and more frustrated.
"..." Cecil let out a sigh of equal frustration, walking over to you and crouching down to your level. "I already sent someone-"
"I want you to read me a bedtime story." You cut him off, puffing up your chest to appear like you were in command... and it was sadly working.
Cecil let out another sigh, standing up and muttering a 'come on' before gently taking your hand and leading you back to your room. Your bright smile quickly returned as well as the skip in your step as you both walked down the hall, overjoyed that you could have it your way.
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❥ I don't necessarily have much to say about this specific scenario (and I do apologize for it), but I just don't see Cecil as the type to care much about you being a magical girl unless you're strong and useful 😭. In that case, he puts you up with training, takes care of you from time to time and calls it a day :/
Can we get some yuji being ur best friend fluff?? I'd like to see yuji hanging out with the reader (gn) at a gas station!! Lots of messing around and shenanigans... hehhee!! I don't wanna say 2 much bc I want u 2 have ur fun, but js know I think the reader should be a mischievous trickster!! Thank u sm for ur work <3
I'm new... and this is my 1st req...
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I cannot express the joy and whimsy I felt when reading this request (ㅅ´ ˘ `) Yuji is genuinely so underrated in his own show I can't-
I've written a couple scenarios about how it would be to be Yuji Itadori's best friend! Reader is kept gender neutral and it is not mentioned whether they have a cursed technique or not. Only Yuji is mentioned and Megumi and Nobara as well as other students and teachers from Jujutsu tech aren't mentioned for the sake of keeping this as open as possible •ᴗ•
Word count - ~1.4k
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Bestest of friends
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"Yuji, you piece of shit!" You yelled out in fury, dropping your controller as the Mario Kart winner screen rolled in with Yuji's winning character, Donkey Kong, cheering.
"Not my fault you're BAD!" He laughed, hands behind his head in a mocking manner, an award-winning smile plastered on his face like he just stopped a world war (in your mind, he just started one).
"I'm not bad! My hands were just clammy." You defended, crossing your arms and pouting like a child as the screen taunted you. "And you cheated."
"Me? Cheating?! How could you accuse me of such blasphemy!" He pretended to be offended, mimicking a poor British accent as he clung to your side in desperation. "Please don't hang me like a witch at the stake for such accusations, I'm innocent!"
You only laughed, the anger leaving your system the moment he started up with his usual teasing, "Yuji! Watch the-"
And just like that, the popcorn bowl had been knocked over, spilling all the popcorn on your carpet. You stared at the mess you had just made, heads turning in sync towards each other as you heard the front door open, signaling that your mother was home.
"Cover the evidence!" You whisper-yelled, jumping to the ground and trying to pick up the astray popcorn while Yuji covered the larger pile with his hoodie.
"You two having fun?" You heard your mother yell, both of you yelling 'Yes!' in unison, voices hurried as you desperately tried to pick off the kernels from the carpet.
It all felt like a horror game, the Sonic drowning sound if you will. You could hear your mother's footsteps, desperately searching around for flyaway kernels. When you thought you were safe, Yuji spotted a kernel right in the view of where your mom was supposed to appear. Like the dramatic moment it was, he dived for the kernel, letting you hold his hoodie to cover the larger pile you were going to clean up when your mother was out of sight.
With a loud thump, Yuji managed to catch the flyaway kernel right as your mom entered.
"... Yuji?" Her brows furrowed, setting her bag down onto the coffee table. Yuji only smiled, cheerfully exclaiming your mother's name as he tried to act nonchalant.
"Just a last-minute stretch, you know how it is." He awkwardly chuckled, pretending to stretch on the ground with an awkward smile.
"Alright..." She sighed, exiting the room. "I'll be in the shower, you two!" She yelled; the moment you heard the bathroom door closed you let out a sigh of relief.
"That was close-" You were cut off as your mother yelled your name, your blood running cold as you prayed it wasn't anything bad.
"I told you to put the dirty clothes in the wash!" She exclaimed. You sent a glare to Yuji's direction when you heard a snicker, replying with a grimace.
"Sorry, mom! I'll do it later-"
"RIGHT NOW!"
Both you and Yuji shot up, rushing to the bathroom to do what your mother told you.
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"I beg of the!" You sobbed, clinging to Yuji's pant leg in desperation as you pointed at the newly opened ice cream shop. He rolled his eyes, tugging his leg back and out of your grasp.
"No way, dude! That place is expensive as hell!" He groaned. Growing more and more annoyed by the minute from your consistent whining.
"Please, Yuji! I must taste the gates of heaven; my life would be incomplete otherwise-"
"Jesus Christ! Fine!" It was honestly funny how easily Yuji seemed to cave. A wicked smile made its way onto your face, swiftly getting up and grabbing his sleeve, leading him to the new and expensive ice cream shop.
It was an array of pastel colors, decoration intending to be both pleasing to the eyes and childish. You couldn't help but grow giddy as you neared the counter, the chatter from the customers and laughter of children making you feel like you were in heaven.
"Hello! What can I get for you?" The cheery woman at the front counter asked, her best customer service smile gracing her features. You watched the display, awed at the display of different flavors you've never even seen in your regular ice cream shop. Coffee fudge swirl, Goat cheese cashew caramel, cinnamon toast, so many flavors to choose from - yet you couldn't seem to decide.
"One scoop of strawberry, please." Yuji's words made you pause your momentary amazement, turning to him with a look of betrayal. Yuji's brows knitted in confusion at your expression, grabbing the cone and paying. "What?"
"Are you serious? All of the flavors you could dream of at your display, and you choose strawberry?" It was flabbergasting, truly. Yuji rolled his eyes, licking his scoop while you watched him like he had sinned.
"What? Strawberry is awesome." He protested, eating his scoop without another care in the world. You only grew more and more offended with each word that left his mouth.
"Yeah, but you could've chosen anything else-"
"It's just ice cream, relax."
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Safe to say you got kicked out before you could buy a scoop.
You pouted on the sidewalk, knees to your chest as you glared at the concrete. All of that, only to get kicked out before you could taste the sweetness that is ice cream. Yuji sat beside you, sprawled out without a care as he ate his ice cream. Even though he felt bitter for your pointless argument, he couldn't help but feel a little bad. You're the one that made him go, and you ended up without anything.
"... Hey." Yuji called out, you slowly turned your head to him, brows furrowing as you flinched back when he shoved his half-eaten cone in your face. "You can have the rest, I'm not hungry." He smiled.
You only huffed, taking the cone and staring at it for a few moments before taking a bite. Comfortable silence consumed the two of you, the tweets of birds and whistling of the wind leaving the atmosphere more appealing.
"... You're right, this strawberry is good."
"Oh, fuck off."
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The rain was heavy, really heavy. The only thing you and Yuji could do was stand under a bus stop, your broken umbrella held in your hand as you watched people pass by without a struggle.
You and Yuji were stuck.
"Why don't we just book it to your place?" Yuji groaned, hands shoved in his pockets as he sat down on the bus bench.
"I don't feel like getting soaked to the core, Itadori." You sighed, taking a seat next to him as you watched the relentless rain. It didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon...
"What do you want to do to pass the time, then?" He sighed, looking around for any form of entertainment he could get on the wretched bus stop.
You sighed, opening up your bag to see if you could find anything entertaining. Luckily for you, the pack of uno cards you put in your bag all those months ago proved itself useful. And mom said you needed to clean out your bag... Despicable.
"Check it." You grinned, waving the uno in the air teasingly. Yuji smiled, sitting up straighter as he turned his body towards you.
"That's what I'm talking about!"
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The rain had stopped by now; passersby stared at you two in concern as you yelled profanities at each other. Each thrown card made you hate each other more and more.
"You can't fucking do that, Yuji!" You protested, watching as the guy threw all of the sevens in his deck.
"I sure can!" He spat back, slinging to his cards with a glare, you glared back with equal intensity.
"Well, it's my uno and I say that isn't something you can do!"
"Bullshit! That's my pack of uno you borrowed!"
"And it was in my bag, dipshit!"
"Oh, you little-" Yuji's phone buzzed, causing your bickering to momentarily stop as he reached for it with a grumble. His face fell as he saw the several missed calls from his grandpa, followed by angry texts.
"... Oh no."
"What?" Yuji looked at you in horror, the previous argument completely forgotten.
"We are so dead." He breathed out, showing his phone to you. Your eyes widened, immediately reaching out for your phone only to see the same thing - multiple missed calls from your mother followed by angry texts.
could you do teen team with a younger reader (around 14-15) who wants to be apart of the team??
Of course I can ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)!
This request is written with the season one Teen team (before Eve introduced/met Mark) in mind. I'm sorry if any character I write ends up being ooc, I'm still trying to expand my knowledge on all the characters in invincible （´∇｀''）
Word count - ~2.1k
Invincible masterlist!
"A kid!?"
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Everything was going according to plan, it was all going so smoothly that the Teen Team couldn't help but grow a little cocky.
No citizens were fatally injured, no buildings were majorly destructed, and the villain was growing tired. The team was all smiles and nasty comments up until someone unexpectedly intervened, a child none the less.
It all happened in a moment; Rex was about to throw one last explosion at the enemy to knock them down, but before the activated rubble could even make contact with his opponent, they were already knocked down to the ground by something... or more accurately someone.
Rex paused, looking at the villain, which was now writhing on the ground, in both confusion and irritation. He immediately turned to Robot, always being the first to blame the heap of intelligence and bronze material.
"I told you I had this!" He whined in his usual fashion, a grimace on his face as he glared at the guy.
"I'm not the one that knocked the enemy down." Robot insisted in his usual monotone tone, causing Rex to just grow even more irritated.
"Oh, yeah? Then who else could it be?" He yelled back, standing his ground as Robot's bike slowly lowered to the ground. Robot only hummed, watching off into the distance while he recollected data from the fight, completely ignoring Rex's whines and complaints.
"Oh." That small word seemed to confuse the team, brows furrowed as they watched Robot and waited for more context. But they didn't get any.
"'Oh' what, Robot?" Kate asked, her clones quick to approach as they observed the daydreaming Robot.
"Someone intervened." He stated the obvious, causing the rest of the team to look at him with a grimace of annoyance.
"We know that much you cheap hunk of metal! Who intervened?" Rex insulted, which resulted in a breathy and disappointed sigh from Eve. Robot paused, looking down at the team before-
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-"A kid!?" Rex gasped, looking at the base's computer while pushing Robot out to the side, leaning in closer as if his eyes were deceiving him. "A child stole my glory!?"
"I wouldn't say they stole it; they weren't even seen." Kate sighed, also in a small state of shock as they looked at the paused screen displaying a child. Their bright costume consisted of random clothing from their closet, the neon colors only making the team even more confused as to how they didn't see them.
"How did a kid manage to take down that anyway?" Eve questioned, also leaning onto Robot a little as she observed the paused screen. The villain wasn't exactly... small; they were a large target, sure, but they were also tough. How could a kid manage to take them down with one blow? The villain wasn't injured enough to pass out by a little kid's punch, so there had to be something else...
"I have a few theories." Robot intervened, gently pushing off Rex and Eve as he observed the screen for a couple of moments longer.
"We don't want to hear any of your stupid theories-"
"Rex." Eve cut him off, sending a glare to the man's direction. He could only grumble in annoyance, crossing his arms and pouting like a child. "Robot, continue."
Robot nodded, turning back to the screen for a last effort observation before spilling out the facts.
The child in question could hold superhuman abilities, which could be the explanation to the harsh punch and quick movements.
The child could have a power up agent stored under their "suit", the clothes they wore were baggy enough to be able to hide something underneath, it would also explain their strength and speed depending on how the machine under their clothes was operated.
The child wasn't human. Sure, they seemed to have the anatomy of one, but their face and general anatomy were covered enough to not cause suspicion, for all they knew the child could be from a whole other planet.
And so on and so on. Everyone stopped listening by the time he finished up with his third theory
Everyone's gaze lingered on the screen for a few minutes, trying to find any indication as to who this child could be. But their whole body was covered, not leaving anything except the color and length of their hair, and that didn't exactly help them de-code who it could be...
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"Deep breaths..." You mumbled to yourself, watching the chaos within the city as your cape, or more fittingly bedsheet, fluttered in the wind. It had been a few weeks since your last big fight with a villain; even though you threw one singular punch and fled, you were riding on that high for weeks. You helped the Teen Team; you took down a villain! I'd be thriving if I'm being honest.
With your final deep inhale, you jumped into action, soaring through the sky with a pounding heart as you sped towards the culprit's direction. One punch, two, three - you were landing hits like never before, with each contact fleeing for a hiding place before he could spot you. Though for now your punches only seem to be annoying the guy, not actually leaving a mark.
Your head shot up as you heard the familiar yells of the Teen Team, smiling brightly before speeding towards the villain's direction once more, now more confident than ever. One punch, two, three! You were on a roll!
Though, your confidence soon got the better of you, soaring through the air to land another hit, only to be caught by your cape. The villain smirked, using the machinery that grabbed your cape to fling you towards the direction of the Teen Team. You yelped in surprise, managing to catch yourself in the air before you could make contact with the concrete. Your hands were trembling ever so slightly from nearly getting your body plummeted to the hard concrete, but you quickly regained your composure.
Before you could spring back into action, someone caught you, clinging to your cape for a few seconds before turning your body and pulling you towards them.
"Kid, what are you doing!?" A panicked voice scolded you, quickly recognizing the person to be none other than Atom Eve.
"I'm helping!" You exclaimed, a bright smile grazing your features as you basked in the attention, happy that Atom Eve was speaking to you.
"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into! This is dangerous!" She continued to scold, but she stopped herself as she heard citizens yelling in horror. Both of your heads snapped, looking over to see a woman trying to get out of the rubble.
Eve was about to intervene, but you were far quicker. You fled out of her grasp, ripping the bedsheet which you know your guardian will scold you for later on, quickly crouching next to the woman with a little bit of panic coursing through your mind. You took another deep inhale to ease your nerves, grabbing the rubble and lifting it with great effort, just enough for Dupli-Kate to grab the woman and rush her to safety. You let out a sigh of relief as you set down the rock, rubbing your sore forearms for a moment before returning back to action.
You landed one kick from behind, flying up into the air before plummeting back down with gritted teeth as you braced for impact, landing another kick with the cost of the villain grabbing you once more and throwing you into a nearby building. You couldn't catch yourself this time, the air being knocked out of your lungs from the harsh impact as you felt your eyes tear up. But you wouldn't give up now, you couldn't.
You managed to get your strength up quickly, searching around for a moment before spotting a conveniently placed laptop charger cable, in a coffee shop. 'Bad day for that laptop owner' you think to yourself.
You grab the cable without a second thought, untying the makeshift cape before quickly flying towards the villain. You didn't try to hide, wanting to be seen by the criminal, and you succeeded.
The sly smirk of the criminal told you all you needed to know, increasing your speed slightly towards him, and as he lifted his hand to grab you, you managed to change your course in a split second, stumbling in the air for a few seconds before regaining your composure and rushing behind him.
You threw the bedsheet onto his head, tugging him back with enough force for him to stumble momentarily. As his hands instinctively went up to take the bedsheet off, you used the cable to tie his hands to his face, his wrists pressed up against his neck tightly as you quickly flew a little farther back to observe your work. It wouldn't be enough to stop him fully, but it was just enough for the Teen Team to set their punches and finish the guy off.
You smiled proudly as the villain fell to the floor, exhausted and too injured to continue fighting. But you didn't fly off. Instead, you sheepishly went to Robot's side. You didn't say anything... just handed him a sheet with your information.
It was supposed to be a mockery of a job application, it had your name, phone number, simple details and past experiences of saving people (aside from the criminal you took down last week and now, the only things listed were saving cats from trees and helping the elderly cross the street, just simple good deeds). You knew that you wouldn't be able to properly introduce yourself without being a stuttering mess and embarrassing yourself even further.
Robot took the sheet of paper, skimming through it briefly. But you had already fled the moment the piece of paper was out of your hold, nowhere to be seen.
"... You've got to be shitting me." Rex groaned, grabbing the paper as he skimmed through it as well, laughing at what was supposed to be a job application. "This is golden!"
"Well... they did show that they can be useful." Robot hummed, causing the rest to look at them in shock.
"Robot, you can't be serious!" Kate protested, her protests being backed up by Eve with cheering agreements. "They're a child!"
"Pre-teen." Robot corrected, not making the situation anybetter.
"Still! They don't know the horrors of this job, of being a hero." Eve sighed, looking towards the direction they saw the child fly off.
They were all left in silence after that, pondering on the animosity of the new hero in the city and the mysterious 'job application' now in their possession. Robot couldn't help but wonder what would happen in he dialed the number on the page...
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You were doing your homework in your room, slumped over the table with a grumble as you lazily wrote the answers in your notebook.
A week, a full week has passed since you handed that stupid job application and you couldn't help but grow more and more worried. As you had expected, your guardian was pissed about the ruined bedsheets, even more so when they noticed the growing bruise on your back from being thrown into a building. You were grounded for the time being, not being able to go out and be a hero like you wanted until you were fully healed, until you collected enough money to buy new bedsheets and until your guardian was sure enough you could go back out. It was stupid, really stupid.
Your train of thoughts was cut off as your phone began to ring, looking up from the page you were working on to stare in confusion as an unknown caller showed on your screen. Being a weary teen, you hesitantly denied the call, sighing as you turned back to your homework.
The phone rang again, causing you to grumble in annoyance as you grabbed it and stared at the screen for a little while longer, debating whether or not you should answer. That curiosity hit in again and, with a deep inhale, you answered the phone.
"Hello?" Your voice was hesitant, setting the call on speaker as you intently stared at the number.
"You want to be a hero, right?" The voice called out, causing you to furrow your brows. A sliver of hope entered your mind as you remembered the job application, still not getting your hopes up too high in case it was a prank call from one of your classmates or friends,
"Who are you?" You questioned, excitement coursing through your veins as you heard what you were desperately hoping you'd hear for the past week.
"I am Robot, here to take you up on that little job application you had given me."
