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itskattkm · 11 months

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New York New Rules Pt. 4

Warnings: Violence, Trauma, Fluff, maybe Smut, mental health, blood

Summary: Y/N meets the survivors of the last events in Woodsborrow and gets on Ghostface's list. But there is also a darkness in Y/N wich path is she going to choose

Female Y/N x Tara Carpenter

Sorry for bad writing. I'm using a translator and hope you guys can enjoy it. Also, this is going to be a slow burn

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,

I'm 11 minutes away and I have missed you all day

I'm 11 minutes away, so why aren't you here?

I think I missed you callin' on the other line

I'm just thinkin' all these thoughts up in my mind

Talkin' love but I can't even read the signs

I would sell my soul for a bit more time

You stain all on my body like you're red wine

You're the fuckin' acid to my alkaline

Stupid. Frail. Perplexed. Fearful. Offensive. Sharp and Hurt

„Y/N you rather feel nothing again" I said to myself as I stared at the ceiling of my room. I've probably been lying here for 15 minutes because 11 minutes ran at least three times in a row. In fact, this was one of my favorite songs. But why actually? I know that I have a feeling for the darkness. But why were pain and suffering so self-evident for me? No matter which movie I watched or which series. My darling was always the villain.

There are really people who just hate them because they have the title of villain. But why are they trying not to understand? What about Katherinen Pierce from the Vampire Diaries? This woman suffered and that only because she wanted to be loved and loved? She lost her family. Her child and was hunted for centuries. The man she loved hated her and didn't believe that the love between them was real. Maleficent... rejected and hunted because she was different? Kylo Ren, Star Wars... who let a big wait on his shoulders... not to forget that Luke wanted to kill him. Wanda Maximof... one of my favorites. What was wrong with creating your own world in which you could be happy? Especially if you had lost everything you had left.

Was I the evil one? Did I want to be the bad one? Sometimes I'm not sure but the feeling I felt when Tara looked at me and asked where I was during the attack... I won't forget this so quickly because at that moment I felt like one of the bad guys. But I also felt misunderstood.

Did Tara hate me? How did Tara think about me in general? Since I've been friends with Mindy, I've met her maybe five times. And we didn't talk much to each other. Most of the time our conversations were about the university. I tried to get closer to her. However, I always had the feeling that I was always failing with her. One second I thought I had full self-confidence but then a look into Tara's eyes and my brain shuts down. I had really never felt something like that before. Especially not towards a woman.

I always stayed away from relationships or physical contacts. As soon as it went in this direction, I always pulled back and hid in my bubble. However, there were days when I would have liked to go to the next bar with my dirty thoughts and have been looking for someone for a hot night.

But as I had analyzed myself so far and with the help of Dr. Stone, I knew what my problem was.

The music in my headphones stopped. I looked at my cell phone and saw that my alarm clock that I had set after talking to Sam was now active.

Should I? Shouldn't I?

"Fuck it," I said to myself and made my way to the Blackmoore. I would prove to them all that I am not Ghostface and if they do not meet me then I will also permanently delete these people from my life.

Slowly I played with the ring on my finger. It wasn't special. I didn't like fancy jewelry either. But this ring carried good memories with it and that's why I always wore it with me. When I saw the carpenters and their friends in front of the Blackmoore, I hesitated slightly. Everyone was sitting on the benches of the university and Mindy seemed to be holding a monologue. She was the only one standing in front of them and gestured around like crazy with her hands.

"Why am I doing this to myself?" I asked myself desperately and approached the group. Drier than I thought, I said "hi" when I entered the inner circle and drew all attention to me. There was a free place next to Quinn, so I sat down with her just as she opened her mouth but Tara was faster and said "you came?" I avoided her gaze and looked coolly at Mindy who looked at me with pinched eyes " Y/N Perfect timing..."

Mindy went to explain the rules and that we were in a franchise. I really famous myself to listen to her, but the voice in my head was too loud.

Don't look at Tara. You must never look her in the eyes again. Is she looking at you? Are the others watching you? Do the others know what happened at the police station? Do they know about my state of health? Did they thought I was Ghostface?

"Am I gonna die a virgin?"

Wait a minute? My full attention was back. I looked at Ethan and then at Mindy.

"Weird overshare but that brings us to our current suspects. Ethan! A shy dorky guy who no one suspects because he's so shy and dorky"

So I wasn't the only suspect? I felt a slight feeling of relief.

" Quinn! The sexy sluty roommate"

Quinn looked at Mindy slightly irritated

"Sex positive but thanks?"

"How did you come to live with Sam and Tara?" She asked but Sam answers "we put an anonymous ad online"

And Tara replied "and her dad is a cop"

Mindy took a step towards Tara and said in an aggressive tone "and that makes it more likely that she is the killer because having a cop that is a great cover! Do you not remember how this movies work Tara?!"

Now Mindy gave everything. That reminded me too well of the many discussions we had about movies. Then Mindy even suspected her own girlfriend. Like wow… this whole thing was really serious.

"Never Trust the Love interest..." she said coolly and her look was serious. Suddenly there was a tension in the group. That sounded pretty deep... I mean in the first stab film it was also the love interest, among other things.

"Y/N!" Mindy called and smiled at me dirty. I sighed, pinched my eyes briefly and looked away from the group but Mindy came one step closer to me. "my dear friend Y/N... you are also new to our group," she began.

Did she say group? What did she mean by that? Was I part of the group?

"As your best friend, I know that you are going to therapy"

Oh no Mindy, please don't. Not again. Not again. Why me? Why?

"But you never told me why you are going to therapy... would you share the reason with us?" I avoided her eyes and looked nervously at the floor. My heart was beating so fast that I felt the pulse pounding in my ears. Again I played with the ring in my finger "Mindy she doesn't have to tell us anything..." said Tara after a short silent, low-key.

Surprised, I looked at her and our eyes met.

Relief. Relief? RELIEF!!! The first word that went through my head. Did Tara just defend me? Why had she done that? And there she was again. This gentle darkness, and the little white lights, like a light at the end of the tunnel that rested me to tell me here you are safe.

Stop it. I tore my eyes off her and stared at my ring. "okay then tell us at least where you were during the attack..." I looked at Mindy "home... and you are welcome to ask Maria when I entered the building and when I left it last. As I know her, she can even tell you the exact time" Mindy nodded in agreement to me, she knew Maria "okay. Good alibi. Nevertheless, you are suspicious. You don't like to socialize and maintain the good girl, reading books and sitting at home image"

Confused, I looked at Anika, was that something good or bad?

Anika said "that's not fair, if then we are all suspects, including you"

Mindy agreed with her and said to Sam "especially Sam" confused I looked to Sam, I had the feeling of not knowing something and because of the looks of the others I could see that I was right.

After that, I turned on the conversations of the others and tried to look at everyone unobtrusively. I started with Quinn. Quinn's emotions were neutral in order not to be completely present. Anika seemed very calm and attentive. Sam seemed tense. Chad hmmm I don't have to worry about him, he was fully focused on taking notes. I wanted to skip Tara and see Ethan directly, but our eyes met. Had she been watching me? After not even a second, I broke off the look of contact again by looking at my ring. Suddenly Quinn got up, then Anika moved to Mindy. The group disbanded.

"We have to stay together, that's the only way we are safe and can rule out who the killer is," said Mindy, "you could all come to us" said Sam and now also stood up.

Did she mean me with everyone, too? How exactly did they think of all this here now?

Confused, I asked her as if I hadn't even been present at Mindys Monologue "I don't… wait, I don't look through. What's the plan now?"

Chad replied when he got up "we're going to Sam and Tara... stay together... and try not to be killed" he didn't give me more information when he left. Chad, were you serious? Confused, I looked after the others when they were almost gone.

And then I suddenly noticed a person next to me. Before I could turn around, there was a hand on my right forearm. And then I was back in the tunnel... tried to get to the light. "Come to us tonight and we can tell you everything," Tara whispered to me, slowing down my nervous pulse. I could listen to her for hours when she talked to me like that. It was so reassuring. Warm. Pleasant. Right.

Her eyes fell on Sam when she nodded in agreement with Tara "maybe you can bring another pizza right away," she said and slightly raised the corners of her mouth. Tara pressed my arm slightly and looked at me at with bright eyes "by the way thank you for the pizza... after this hangover I needed it".

What was that feeling at once? Joy or nervousness? I had to smile unconsciously and nodded "special wishes?"

Tara snapped her finger and began to list different toppings and looked at Sam to see if she agreed with her "The main thing Jalapeños... registered" I said and stood up. "You have our address?" Sam asked again and I nodded in agreement. She raised the corners of her mouth again before putting her hands in her jacket and set off. Tara followed her.

Before my brain realized what my body was doing, I grabbed Tara's hand and hoped she would turn to me again

"Why did you help me earlier?"

And again this pure placid and sweetness to recognize in her face "what happened in the police station was just fucked up" we both had to laugh about her word choice and Tara's dimpels came to light.

Damn, how could Tara be so beautiful?

Okay, pull yourself together Y/N! How was that again with Tara? Never looking into the eyes again? Now I just wanted to sink into them and that even though I could never keep eye contact. Simp

"And I wouldn't want that either... if I imagined that someone would have done that to Sam..." she looked back briefly to the her. Sam stood a few meters away from us and waited for Tara "and see that as a leap of faith Y/L/N... don't spoil it" dryly I laughed and shook my head "I wouldn't even have a good motive" she squeezed my hand briefly.

Did we hold our hands all the time? How could I miss that? I mean... with this face you forget everything, she gave me a grin with sharp eyes and whispered "but there's always a motive" and then she disappeared.

#actress #fanfiction #jenna ortega #ghostface #melissa barrera #samantha carpenter #scream #tara carpenter #vada cavell #wednesday #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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How do you think the different Riddlers would react to being somehow kidnapped by an obsessive fan............. I'm not projecting I promise the boys just belong in the basement

Kidnapped Riddlers

Riddler Headcanons *cough cough* this isn't projecting on my part either...no one would kidnap anyone on this blog, not even silly little villains who might kind of deserve to be locked up for a little while NOT AT ALL 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: mostly fluff i think, but you know me

dano

this is absolutely not the way this was supposed to go

he's convinced you're working with the batman until you admit your crush

honestly, he's flattered that you watched all of his streams

and concerned that the conclusion you came to was "love"

but he'll take it, adoration from a fan is a sign that he's definitely on his way to making something of himself

but to be honest he's lost all motivation for eradicating corruption

he's quite happy to sit here blushing while you praise him

capullo

ooooh, this is kinda kinky, having him tied up like this

and the gag in his mouth? nice touch

but maybe you shouldn't have taken it out because now he won't shut up or stop complaining

like if you wanted him this bad you could have just asked

he would have come (heh) willingly

and if you're taking notes, next time he'd prefer that you were the one tied up

but hey he'll roll with the punches this time

telltale

you have exactly five minutes to explain, apologise, untie him, and scold yourself before he bonks you hard on the head with his-

ah...his cane is over there, out of reach

you're smarter than you look

which wouldn't be hard because the kind of person who would try to kidnap him is not a smart one

well, yes technically you did kidnap him

but it's only successful if he doesn't escape

and trust him, he will

you won't be hard to outsmart or outlast

young justice

bless his soul but his one defence mechanism is being so annoying that you immediately need to get rid of him

after maybe the 300th riddle it's likely you'll let him go

or smother him (with kisses???)

but he's so cute, you couldn't strangle a lil puppy like him

but you could duct tape his mouth shut, making sure not to damage his pretty sideburns

oh and now he's started humming an annoying tune

you should have known he wouldn't make it easy

arkham

you will rue the day you thought you could trap edward nigma

yes, someone like you couldn't keep a goldfish safe and secure let alone a genius like him

it's only a matter of time before he figures out the combination to these locks

and manages to get out of the copious restraints

and then figures out the password to the door

at least you've added some enrichment to his new habitat

but he won't be here long! you better enjoy him while you have him!

hope you soundproofed this room because he will keep complaining until he's free...

twojar

the ropes you've used to restrain him aren't as soft or sturdy as the kind he's used to but they'll do

interesting to note that you removed his shirt

see something you like?

oh he absolutely will try and flirt his way out of this

and there's a high chance he'll be successful

especially when he could provide so much more benefit to you with his hands free

just untie him a little bit and he can give you a taste

gotham

an infuriating subject for kidnapping

god only knows when or why he became so adept at lock picking

and where does he keep producing these pins from?

it's just lucky that he's a bit lanky and feels the need to stop for a dramatic goodbye every time he gets loose

which inevitably leads to him being captured again

you would think he would learn his lesson

but that's the definition of madness i suppose

unburied

understandable why you would want to kidnap him

but hopefully you knew what you were letting yourself in for

because he's not going to be easy to look after

he's used to being captive, and at least here he has a tv to watch

so he's not in any rush to return to arkham

but get ready to wait on him hand and foot

you were labouring under the misconception that this was a kidnapping when in fact

you seem to be catering for him as though it were a five star all-inclusive resort

and also you buttered his toast wrong again

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neon-green-reagent · 5 months

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Buyer Beware: Cushing Curiosities

I don't normally do this. My aim is to keep things positive in this space, as much as possible. But I need to talk about the new Severin Films box set dedicated to Peter Cushing and basically beg anyone who loves Peter Cushing to not waste their money on this. When I saw they were, after multiple Christopher Lee sets, finally doing one for Cushing, I admit I got too excited and impulsively pre-ordered it. I have regretted it ever since. Okay, that's too strong. It was way too much money and time wasted on something that's about one-third good. One third is not enough, and even then I'm probably being too generous.

The box art and presentation are beautiful. If that's all that matters to you, then you'll be delighted. The GIANT book that comes with it is also really awesome. It's informative and thorough with a lot of really cool images. I can't deny that they really went above and beyond, turning a booklet into an actual book that is well worth owning. These are a couple of the highest points you're going to experience with this set. Let's dig into the movies.

Cone of Silence. Jesus, what a waste of fucking time. This thing was a slog. An absolute bore. If you care a whole lot about planes... Fuck, even then, you probably won't be able to sit through this, because it's so old-fashioned and drags its feet. Is this what thrillers used to be? I shudder to think. Cushing's role is small and that of a misguided villain character. He shows up to accuse a pilot of being bad at his job, gets put in his place at the end, and that's really it. I'll go ahead and make a blanket statement now that he's always good, always worth watching, but that doesn't make most of these movies worth sitting through.

Suspect. Here's a movie that goes around and around, struggling to get to the point, trying to imitate Hitchcock but without any of the style that goes along with that. Just stationary middle shots of people talking. But don't you worry, it's not just boring! Multiple characters make cracks about how women shouldn't be working in science (Cushing's character included, which makes this an utter loser of a movie to watch for his role). The "villain" is a man with a disability who eventually kills himself, and that's treated like a GOOD OUTCOME. Some movies are old. This movie is old-minded, and it brought what was already not very engaging down to a pile of shit for me. And again, a theme you'll notice, Cushing is a side character who isn't given hardly anything to do and little screen time. Oh, and Donald Pleasence shows up and makes this face: O.O

The Man Who Finally Died. So this was at least engaging. Maybe by this point the bar was just VERY low for me, but I actually enjoyed this. It had lots of twists and turns. Despite being pre-giallo, it had a lot of those storytelling conventions, so I found myself, you know... actually watching the movie instead of struggling to stay awake. The rewatch value feels low, because once you've experienced those twists and turns, they won't shock you next time. But at least it wasn't a total wash. AND ONCE MORE CUSHING WAS BARELY IN IT, SO REGARDLESS OF THE QUALITY OF THE FILM IT WASN'T REALLY A CUSHING FILM, WAS IT?

Sherlock Holmes. Ohhhhh God. This was not good. I managed one and a half episodes before shutting it off. I couldn't believe how shoddy everything about this was. It's a BBC Sherlock Holmes show! What happened!? I mean, I'm still not clear, but after some googling I did find out that Cushing was a fast replacement for another actor who was leaving in a huff. And the reason he left in a huff was because everything about the production truly sucked ass. It shows. And it didn't improve when Cushing came on. Everything was so clearly rushed. You can feel how everyone's just trying to remember their lines and where to stand, because they were given zero time to rehearse and prepare. I thought this would be a highlight of the set, but it's probably one of the worst aspects. At least Cushing is the main character?

Bloodsuckers. This was great. I can finally say something was GREAT. What a relief. Cushing is still barely in it, but at least it was entertaining. It's your standard, early seventies, vampire romp. With some psychedelic weirdness thrown in toward the beginning and lots of overly sexual shenanigans. In particular, Johnny Sekka gives a great performance, and in a more modern movie, they would have made the character gay as he should have been. Also, Edward Woodward shows up for a single scene and steals the entire movie. Definitely worth watching, regardless of Cushing's ten minutes of screen time. Even though I thought the point was for it to be a CUSHING box set...

Tender Dracula. Last but actually the best. This is an absolute ride of a movie. I loved it. My problem is this is such a crazy film, with tonal shifts galore and an unsensible plot, that I could actually see people hating it. It's a movie that is not for everyone, not by a long shot. It breaks the fourth wall, plays with stereotypes and tropes, throws out humor that sometimes lands and sometimes doesn't, and leaves your head spinning. Plenty of viewers might find the experience frustrating and not rewarding. I happened to love it and got a lot out of it, but it feels very poor for a movie like this to be probably the best thing about a shoddy box set. That's not exactly promising your customers the best they could get. BUT CUSHING IS THE STAR! Finally! One (arguably) good movie where he's the main attraction. Christ, that took long enough.

So what do we have after all that? A set of movies that, for the most part, only tangentially involve Cushing, with his name slapped on the side of the box. Trotting out a beloved actor who isn't here to approve of what's being done for a quick buck feels pretty damn gross. Severin has made a multitude of mistakes over the years in how they've conducted their business, but this is by far the worst of them. Even with the compliments I've given this set, do not buy it. It isn't even close to being worth the price point. The fact that I spent as much as I did on this leaves me shamefaced.

#peter cushing #cushing curiosities

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loverhymeswith · 2 years

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Congrats on 500 followers!! You deserve approximately a million more! I know I’m still new around here, but I’d love to request a drabble for your celebration! Rick Flag, fluff, one bed, hotel (I’m a basic hoe when it comes to him 😅)

Unfair | Rick Flag x F!Reader

500 Follower Celebration

Word Count: 728 words

Warnings: A touch of spice

A/N: Thank you so much @forever-a-night-owl ! I'm not sure how well I delivered on the fluff, but I had so much fun with this!

“This is so unfair,” you groan, following your commanding officer along the dimly lit corridor of the budget hotel’s seventh floor. “It’s like having to sit next to the teacher on a school trip.”

“Would you give it a goddamn rest,” Rick grunts, dragging both his luggage and yours across the ugly worn carpet. “This ain’t exactly what I imagined, either. But it’s just for one night. ‘Sides, would you rather be back in your cell?”

Harley’s shrill cackle fills the air. “Ya know sweetie, you could always smother him in his sleep. We promise not to tell.”

The rest of the squad trails behind you, similarly bickering about the sleeping arrangements for the night and debating who has drawn the shortest straw. As if ARGUS was really going to pay out for you all to enjoy individual rooms. Rick had already reminded you to be grateful to have a hotel room at all. In this line of work, you are rarely afforded such luxuries.

“Don’t tempt me, Harls." You smirk over your shoulder at the blonde villain. "Sure you don't wanna swap? Think I'd rather share a room with Boomer.”

Harley snorts. "No chance. Flag's such a drag. You'll be tucked up in bed and lights out at nine."

“This is us.” Ignoring Harley’s thinly veiled insult, Rick stops abruptly in front of Room 77 and reaches into his pocket. "The rest of your rooms are straight ahead. For the love of god, try not to break anythin'. We ship out at 0500 hours."

Leaning against the wall while Rick fumbles with the key, you fold your arms and shoot Harley a resigned grimace. "Have fun. Know I sure won't."

Harley offers you a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before sashaying away with Boomer and the others in tow.

Exhaling a long breath as your teammates disappear along the hallway, you turn your attention to Rick. He’s still having trouble with the door. “Give it here.” You snatch the key from his broad hands and jam it into the lock. A couple of twists and a well-placed shove with your shoulder has the door flying open. “Magic.” You flash him a grin and stride inside.

Like the rest of the building, the room is small and dated. A solitary queen-sized bed takes up most of the space. “Cosy,” you remark, flopping down onto the bed. A large brown watermark stains the corner of the ceiling; pretending not to notice, you close your eyes.

The door slams shut in Rick’s wake and a moment later you hear him drop the bags. “Think they bought it?” you wonder, cracking open one eye just in time to find him approaching the bed.

Rick’s tall figure looms above you, his customary frown melting into a soft smile before he sits down beside you. The bed sinks beneath his weight. “Oh, they bought it alright. You’re a pretty convincin’ actress.”

“I didn’t hurt your feelings, did I?” You reach out and squeeze his thick muscled thigh. “I was only joking about Boomer. I hear he snores worse than you do.”

“Careful, darlin’.” In the blink of an eye Rick shifts position so that his huge body is hovering over you, biceps straining under the tight black t-shirt as he cages you against the bed. That muscled thigh is now wedged firmly between your legs. “It’s not too late for me to assign you to a room with Blackguard.”

Biting your lip, you temper down the urge to laugh. This wouldn't be the first time you’d called his bluff. “We both know that’s not gonna happen.”

Rick’s expression darkens, sending a familiar rush of heat straight to your core. “You’re right. I’m keepin’ you all to myself tonight.” He leans down further, until his lips brush your own, just the ghost of a kiss.

“Guess Harley was right when she said it would be lights out at nine,” you muse.

“Oh no, darlin’. The lights are stayin’ on. I wanna see all of you.”

It’s all you need to hear. Grabbing Rick by the collar of his shirt, you tug him down until you feel the delicious pressure of his hips against yours.

Rick’s lips trail a path along your jaw, before he whispers into the shell of your ear. “Know you’re gonna have to be quiet, right?”

“I can be quiet, Flag. The question is, can you?”

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imagines-babes · 2 years

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i’m yours (George)

Hello Happy Halloween or The start of Dí de los Muertos (the day of the day) if your starts today. So today story has some spicy towards the end(this is my first time writing spice so let me know if you like it). I was really expired by the song, ‘i’m yours’ by Isabel LaRosa. So this is a superhero/villain au. You are called, The Mistress of the Night, your powers are Dream Control and Pyrokinesis. And George’s name is, 404, his powers are perfect aim and new technology. So I do hope you enjoy.

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'The Mistress of the night has caught chaos once again. Letting a sworn of cops get under her control. Can anyone stop her?' Turning off the tv to walk down to a lair. Every week it's something new with them. Hearing the projector turn on my head turns to the front seeing Dream then to the side of him Sapnap. "Again with them. I'm not going. I tried to take them but all they do is go into my head. After that time when we all went, I couldn't think straight." Sapnap started to complain looking at him more than I did. "Well good cause you aren't going to get her. 404 here is gonna try." I stared at him with doubtful eyes. "He wants to make a name for himself rather than the Dream Team. So he's going out to get her." by that Dream hangs up shutting off the projector. Walking into the closet and grabbing my uniform. Dark blue jeans with sleeves cut black turtle neck. My glasses were tinted lenses the sides black lines with blue. The shoes were black with blue.

On top of a building the cops aimed at any little thing that moved unless it was human. They just let them go away. It was weird. They didn't even take them hostage. "They see their loved one towards the human that are out." a voice spoke behind me. There she was The Mistress of the Night. "That's what your thinking right? Why they aren't hurting civilians on the street." she batted her eyes walking closer to me. She wore her signature look. On her left side knee high tights with a hint of purple. While her right the tights were all the way connected to the body suit she had on. The side of her right tights was cut open connect by a thread showing the skin. Her top color was purple around her breast and hips. Her suit came with one glove going below her elbow as the other came went up to her armpit. With a hood connecting her bodysuit and a mask covering her mouth. Lastly with 2 buckles around her left arm and left leg. She pulled down her mask while she started to talk. "Where are the other 2 or your friends Mr 404?" She started to get close to me. "They wanted to see if I can make a name for myself without needing their help." she tilts her head with a nod. "Then let me make it easy for you. I will let the cops go free. While you and I just talk or something. Plus those cops were just for fun." she placed her hand on my chest tracing the number 404. "Would you like that George?" I started to slowly melt once she placed her hand on my chest. Till I recognized my name out her mouth "what did you call me?" She looked over the building with a snap the cops looked around for her. Then faced me. "I mean that's your name, right? George and your friends are Clay and Sapnap. But sapnap real name isn't that. It's something else. I respect his boundaries so I won't say his name out loud. But I know your name." More questions started to wonder how or why she knows these things. "Come on ask the question, George. I know you wanna know." she sat on the ledge leaning back as I stared at her. It seem like she was waiting for me to ask that single question. She sighs, "Mistress how do you know our names," she tries to mimic my voice as she looks over at me. I only tilted my head with a shake. All she did was nod, "Why thank you for asking," she stands up, "Before I go to a city to 'Terrorized' it. I like to be prepared. Knowing the heroes that protect it. How they started, what are they like, friends not family, and you know like a detective. And for your backstory is you were from Ancient Greece has perfect aim somehow got transported here to the new era." Walking around me placing her hand on my shoulder and sliding it to the other, "Yet you still learn about the new technology and gain a new 'power.' Am I wrong?" She tilts her head looking at me. Moving her hand to the front of my face moving a piece of hair out of my face. All I did was stare at her. Her eyes moved down from my hair to my eyes. "No words George I thought you were quite a talker the other times we talk." she started to move away from me. In straight reaction, I grab her wrist pulling her closer to me. It was like I needed her to be close to me. She tried to calm her breathing down. She look from my eyes down to my lips while I did the same. "Are you gonna do something George?" she questioned as her heartbeat quickened. Leaning into her putting my hands on her cheeks. Placing a kiss on her lips. Our lips connect as if they were two puzzle pieces fitting together. The tension between us all dead down cause of this kiss. She started to slide her arms around my neck with her fingers going through my hair. Her fingers were tugging at my hair. While I deepen the kiss with the passion and lust feeding off each other. My hands wanted to be all over her body. Moving my hands to her back feeling her body up against me. She started to arch her back closer to me. My head broke the kiss as her hood fell. Making my kiss down to her neck. I started to hear the soft moans escape her mouth to her only to pull my hair once more.

Then a call appears from Dream. I wanted to keep going to see how far this would've gone but for her, that was a call-off between us. She gained her breath as she whisper in my ear. "I do hope to see you again George," she slowly places a kiss where a crack of my neck showed, "and maybe we can finish this." with that she was off to the next building then the next then the next, and so on. The ring keeps going through my glasses as I answer. "Did you get them 404?" he question as George just look to where they left, "no I didn't but next time I will."

#x y/n #twitchstreamer #fanfic #mcyt x y/n #feral boys #mcyt fanfiction #dreamteam #dtqk #gnf #gnf x reader #georgenotfound x reader #george x reader #george x y/n #georgenotfound #georgenotfound smut #spice #gnf smut #x reader

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queen-of-the-boos · 5 months

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BAM ANOTHER ASK I STRIKE AGAIN

Band-aid 🩹 and Microphone 🎤 do not hold back when rambling give me everything in your head

Oh you asked for it.

1. If there was one thing about your f/o that you would want people to understand, what would it be?

Moon isn't pure evil. He's chaotic neutral. Yeah I said it. Most of my faves are. I'm not trying to woobify this robot I'm dead fucking serious he has so many neutral traits and it's like I'm the only one who sees them. I guess I'm insane? What else is new man. But anyway just.

He's programmed with security protocols and just wanted to catch Gregory. "Ouuu Gregory is just a kid" maybe so. But he's a fucking menace of a child. Look what happened to the others and the entire pizza plex because of that child. Granted the plex part was also because of a certain entity, but I digress. Moon was trying to stop Gregory in any way possible because it was in his programming.

THAT BEING SAID. He is also a meanie and silly. And you know what? I love that about him. I think he's allowed to be mean and be a little silly as a treat. If I was in someone's shadow all the time constantly being called bad and evil by even the official pizza plex merch, I'd snap too.

I think he just plays into the mean and bad role because it's all he's ever been known as. It's all he knows. Aside from how to take care of children. That can be an iffy mix. But yknow what? Contrary to popular and boring belief, some kids actually like villains better. I imagine there are little regulars of the daycare that adored Moon and he probably loved it. You know if he heard a little one say he was cool, he'd absolutely keep playing up and exaggerating his villainous tendencies. And that never became an actual threat until the whole virus incident.

Yknow something else. I like threatening Moon too. Yeah I said it. I don't care if he has a virus or not that won't stop me from loving every bit of him pre-present-or post virus. And no I don't think he's ever actually hurt a child before Gregory. I think he's scared them shitless but never laid a hand on one. I think he ENJOYED scaring them too. And I think that's fun sorry not sorry. Once again, being the opposite of Sun is all he really knows, and the virus just amped that up to 11.

Did you know that before they were programmed with the knowledge to care for children, they were both theater performers? Facts. It's no wonder poor Sun seems to have anxiety and Moon is so theatrical in his spooky personality. Sun always played the good guy and Moon was always the villain on stage. It's just their natural ways. Furthering my point.

Tldr; Moon isn't inheritly evil. He's morally grey. And programmed to be that way virus or not.

Wow that did get long. Sorry. Hm.

2. Does your f/o sing or play music? If so, how are they at their craft, and what's your favorite thing about it?

I hc Moonie both sings and has a music box for lulling people to sleep. They're a wonderful singer and I'd pay MONEY to fall asleep to their voice. Moon asmr when /hj

My favorite thing about it... Definitely when Moon plays waltzy tunes from his music box and asks me to dance with him- or when he does silly dances to his own music. He's really good at making up funny songs too! Some of them can be morbid, but I like morbid. I like him. I wish I could kiss him. "He doesn't have lips" shut UP yes he does they're right there carved on his big happy smile. Also idgaf I will kiss teeth like a sans selfshipper try me bitch (I'm sure you probably feel the same)

... I'm actually listening to the carousel theme for the first time and imagining dancing with Moonie under the daycare stars... But don't tell anyone....

#hc that he can play all the previous music boxes we've heard #like the shubert's serenade and grandfather's clock #along with some new ones #'but queenie what if the carousel music is from Moon-' listen dont do this to me ill go all anime love moment sparkly eyes #ANYWAY THANK YOU AGAIN LEX #moondrops and lollipops

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mischief-lies-and-stories · 9 months

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The Only Loki I (Actually) Hate

So I've alluded several times to the fact that I hate President Loki, and he's a dick and he's horrible, and I want him to die a horrible, fiery death and never come back from it. And it should be noted that he's the only Loki that I hate.

Classic Loki? Tragic, I love him so much, and I think he deserves a hug from Thor. Alligator Loki? Perfect, can do no wrong. (So he ate a cat; I'm sorry for that cat, that sucks, but he's wonderful.) Boastful Loki? I know nothing about him, so I can't make any judgments either way. He's great, and he can lift Mjolnir, which is cool. I have no idea how he became worthy of that, but I know nothing about him, so I don't know why. Sylvie? Perfect, can do no wrong, best friend, love her so much. Main Loki, the Loki that we know? I love him. I love him. I love him. Kid Loki? As I've said before, I'm certain he did not actually kill Thor, or he had a very good reason why he ended up killing Thor. But he's perfect anyway, and I'm sure he's fine. And even if he did kill Thor, I'm sure Thor got better. It's what he does. Fork Loki? Weirdo, but I don't know enough about him, so... okay.

Any Loki whatsoever in the comics? Great, perfect. I do want Old Loki to shut the fuck up. (He's a Loki in Agent of Asgard.) But by the end of it, we actually find out he's kind of a tragic Loki. And he's really very lonely, and he comes back in time to the main timeline of Loki: Agent of Asgard and kind of fucks shit up and inadvertently gives him (main AoA Loki) the support system that Old Loki didn't have. So he's really just as sympathetic a character as the main Loki from AoA is, in the end. And Kid Loki in the comics is great and he can also do no wrong, and I've adopted him and he's my child. The original Loki? He's annoying and I'm tired of him, but I don't hate him.

President Loki needs to die. I would like to slam his head against the wall until it bleeds and snaps.

The reason for that, is because he comes from a single-volume comic called Vote Loki, which came out roughly 2015/2016-ish. And he is the villain. And I think all of the other Lokis involved, in the comics or in the MCU, would hate his fucking guts. Cuz he's a jerk. And a dumbass. And why in the hell is he trying to become president?

He's set up as a character replacement, when there are plenty of other villains who could have done this, plenty of other fascists, racists, misogynists, homophobes, that could have done the job if you needed a stand in, and they chose Loki for some reason. And that is why I hate him so profoundly. He is so vastly out of character for current era Loki (not counting the era of Loki between AoA and Defenders: Beyond but we don't talk about that and I didn't read it, but I'm aware this is technically in that era), because he's a stand-in. And he's really terrible. And I don't like him. And he's the only Loki that I really vehemently hate.

If I never saw him again, or heard of him again, I'd be good. There's a lot of merch that's like, "Vote Loki," or campaign buttons, and stuff. And I won't touch it; I will not buy it. Because that's stupid. I hate that comic. I hate that man. I'm so mad that Tom Hiddleston looks so fucking good in that suit with those horns, because that comic sucks. I'm so mad, because that comic was a gift from my friend, because they know how much I like Loki, and they wanted me to enjoy it so much. And that comic fell so flat for me, because it shouldn't have.

Because there's a perfectly good way that that comic should've gone, and still had Loki running for president. And it would've been to have him not be a stand-in, but to have him run against the stand-in, or to have him run against the person he's standing in for (who would've thrown a baby tantrum over it, but what else is new? He probably threw a baby tantrum over the comic anyway). Or, cuz it's Loki, why the fuck does Loki care about the laws of the United States or Earth? He's got daggers. Like.... I'm not sure why the election even needs to happen. (Baby-Tantrum-Man concedes on the grounds that he is six feet under said ground. You cannot prove his opponent had anything to do with putting him there.)

So that's why I hate President Loki. And why I never want to see him again. And why the fact that he got his hand bit off by Alligator Loki was the greatest moment of my life. Alligator Loki should've eaten more of him. Fuck President Loki. And while I'm at it, fuck the guy he was a stand-in for so the reactionary ex-douchebag-in-chief wouldn't try to sue Marvel./End Rant.

TL;DR They turned Loki into the asshat who was the US President 2016-2020 (I refuse to give him the attention of typing his fucking name). I don't think they intended for it to be anything more than poking fun at him, because the run ended well before election day. But God I was so pissed. It was vastly out of character for his current comic personality (I know what he did in Avengers; I'm talking comics).

#loki #loki tv show #loki comics #loki rant #vote loki spoilers #i'm not going to tag the character or the comic #because i think that would fall under tagging my hate #loki: agent of asgard spoilers

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ificouldhelpyouforget · 2 years

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My Light in a Dark Place—Epilogue (Tamaki Amajiki x OFC)

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A/N: That's it for the main story! The next bonus part is all about Aiko Amajiki and Mirai Togata, and let me tell you, I adore their story so much. I had just as much fun writing two oc characters as I did writing Yuki x Tamaki. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Until next time!

Chapter warnings: a little smut and desire to be parents

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"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You are welcome to kiss your bride."

Yuki smashes their lips together before Tamaki can even gather the courage to kiss her in front of so many of their friends and family. He can hear the laughter and sighs throughout the room and it makes him nervous despite his new wife kissing him eagerly.

Present Mic, who Yuki chose as their officiant, chuckles. "Or I guess the bride can kiss you."

She pulls away, grinning up at her handsome husband. "We're married, Tama."

A smile graces his lips, Yuki's joy a contagious thing. "We are."

"I love you."

Instead of returning her words, Tamaki leans down to kiss her, earning quite a few cheers for it.

—

With a grin on her face, Yuki shuts and locks the front door of her shop after the grand reopening in its new location.

Nejire walks in from the cooler room with a loud exhalation of breath. "It was busy today! I know it was a grand opening, but it's nice to see your loyal customers here!"

"I know!" Yuki wraps her arms around herself with a grin. "I think this will work out, plus it’s just a pleasant stroll away from home. Tama did good helping me find this place."

"He really did. I'm glad it worked out for you. Do you miss your old location?"

"I don't know. Sometimes I miss the convenience of working below my apartment and I miss the other shops and restaurants I came to know well, but this is good. This will be good. Next month the classes will start up and I'm so excited about that."

"You won't tire out too much?"

Yuki shakes her head. "I haven’t had an issue with my Quirk or socializing tiring me out for a while now. I've wondered if the change in my relationship with Tamaki has somehow helped in that aspect."

"You're talking about sex, right?"

"Well, I was trying to be less obvious about it."

"Sorry," Nejire giggles. "It makes sense though. Cuddling with the opposite sex helped you recover your energy, right? So why wouldn't the intimacy of being joined with the opposite sex help? It's the closest you can get to another person, and it's super personal."

"That makes sense. I can't believe I'm still learning about my Quirk this late in my life."

"Late?! Girl, you are barely in your thirties. There are plenty of years ahead where you can learn something new about your Quirk."

Yuki takes out the register and brings it to the office to count it. Nejire follows. "Yeah, I know, but… it seems like all my friends and family know the ins and outs of their Quirks."

"Yuki, you chose a life where you don't have to use your Quirk in your profession, well, not so regularly or rigorously. How many of us are heroes? We have to know our Quirks to apprehend villains and protecting civilians. It's okay to not know everything about yourself."

"You're right. I shouldn't be so surprised about it or remotely bummed out. Our careers have us learning things about ourselves at different paces and that's okay."

"It is!" Nejire says and then shuts the office door behind her. "I need to tell you something, Yuki."

Yuki pauses her counting and looks at Nejire. "What is it? Is everything okay?"

"Everything is great. It's perfect really." She chews on her bottom lip before her face lights up. "Mirio and I are going to have a baby. I'm pregnant."

"Oh, my God! That's so great!" Yuki wraps her arms around her friend. "How far along?" She reaches down to feel the hardly noticeable bump.

"The doctor said about six weeks, maybe seven. She says the baby is doing great, too."

"That's so great! You're going to be a mama! You guys are going to be such amazing parents." Yuki suddenly gasps. "You were on your feet all day! Sit down! Why didn't you tell me sooner?! I wouldn't have asked you to help me today."

"It's okay, Yuki. I feel fine. I wouldn't have agreed to help if I was worried."

"Next time, tell me and I'll make sure you get plenty of breaks, okay?"

"I will."

The back door opens and they hear the familiar voice of Tamaki call out his arrival.

"We're in the office!" Yuki responds, her skin lighting up as soon as her husband peeks inside the door. "Hey, hubby."

His face turns red. "Almost done?"

"Yeah. Just need to finish counting the drawer."

Nodding, Tamaki smiles at Nejire. "Congratulations on your pregnancy."

"Oh, thank you, Tama. We're so excited to have a little Nejire or Mirio running around."

"I'll be happy to babysit for you if you need it," Yuki says between counting. "It'll be great practice."

"Oh, are you guys thinking about children?"

"Eventually, right, Tama?"

Somehow, his face is an even darker red. "Y-Yeah."

"Your babies will be so cute. Maybe you'll end up having a baby with hair like Todoroki."

"Well, maybe. We won't be trying to make a child to be the next big hero, so I don't know which of our combined genes will show up. No matter what, our babies will be loved well."

Tamaki refuses to acknowledge his body's reaction to the idea of making multiple children with his wife. He's not told her yet how much he loves the thought of her carrying his babies. Plus the process to make children is always enjoyable.

"You guys will make such adorable kids!"

"Says the one who's the cutest and married to Lemillion," Yuki fires back. "And your child is currently baking in your oven."

She laughs. "True. I'm sure you'll be doing the same before you know it, you know."

Yuki and Tamaki look at each other, faces oddly devoid of any obvious emotion. Both wondering: Should we try?

—

A few months pass, and Nejire is finally looking like she's carrying a baby. And Mirio is as excited and nervous as any dad-to-be. Yuki finds his doting so cute. Nejire loves every second.

After an adorable baby shower Tamaki picks Yuki up from, his wife is unusually quiet. He doesn't ask why in case she's worn out from the party, so their drive is silent. It isn't until he's parked in the apartment complex's garage that Yuki breaks the silence.

"Do you think we should for a baby?"

Tamaki thinks for a moment. "Is that… something you want right now? The shop reopened recently. You'll have to… go on leave for a bit, right?"

"Yeah, but…" Yuki sighs as she feels that familiar tingle at the back of her eyes, "...all this baby stuff is making me want one so bad… I want a baby we make together."

He smiles, eyes holding his understanding. "I want to… have a baby with you, too…"

She grimaces. "I hear a 'but' coming…"

"Let's wait until your shop has… at least six months where it is… to make sure customers keep coming. Is that okay?"

"Okay." Yuki sniffles and then growls under her breath. "Gosh, I didn't want to cry about it."

Tamaki reaches over and grabs her hand tightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to make you cry."

"It's not your fault. I'm surrounded by baby talk and seeing Nejire so pretty and pregnant… I want that, too. But you're right. I need to let the shop gain a consistent customer base again before going on leave because I'm too round to see my feet."

The imagery makes Tamaki blush. Yuki will be so pretty carrying their baby. He just knows it. "It's been… over three months already."

"Right," Yuki says, stomach flipping and lips curving up. "Hey, Tama?"

"Hm?"

"Wanna practice making a baby tonight?"

His body quickly catches fire, and he squeezes her hand tightly. "Y-Yeah."

"Let's go then… Daddy."

"Oh, God…"

—

"You seem nervous today, beauty cool," Kirishima says when he and Yuki go out for lunch. "What's up?"

"Well, a while ago, Tamaki and I talked about having kids."

"Because of Nejire and Mirio? Aren't they due soon?"

Yuki nods.

"Are you pregnant then?" he grins.

"No. Tamaki suggested we wait until my shop stayed steady after six-ish months and then try. He was considering maternity leave and any medical emergencies that could come up like a good husband should."

"That's smart of him. I know he wants kids, so it had to be hard for him to decline."

"I certainly appreciate him thinking about me and the shop. He knows how important it is to me."

"So, what has you so nervous then?"

"Last week was the six-month mark and tonight Tamaki planned a whole evening for us. I don't know what he has planned, but… I'm kinda hoping tonight we'll start trying. I honestly don't know what I'll do if we don't. It's been killing me this last week every time we use some sort of contraceptive when we have sex."

"Maybe tonight will be what you're hoping," Kirishima says. "I know Tamaki is as eager as you to start a family."

"Do you know what he has planned tonight?"

"Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you."

How mean…

—

"Sushi?" Yuki asks once she and Tamaki sit down at a table.

"Yeah. It's… been a while. And you really enjoy the sweet potato rolls they serve here."

"They are delicious." Reaching across the table, Yuki grabs his hand and smiles. "Thank you, Tama."

"You're welcome, Yuki."

And so they eat, Tamaki making sure Yuki gets everything she wants before finishing up any pieces of sushi she doesn't eat. They eat so much that Yuki leans back and spreads her legs under the table, her hands rubbing her belly.

"That was so good," she says. "This was such a good idea."

Tamaki smiles as he leaves money to pay. "Good. You… You deserve it."

"What's next?"

"A walk home."

"A walk? We're at least an hour away from home."

"I know. We need to walk off dinner."

"I guess sitting in a car would make us a bit bloated. It makes sense why you had us take a cab."

"Yeah." Tamaki stands and helps his wife to her feet, kissing her cheek swiftly. "I think it'll be a good walk… because I’m with you."

Yuki smiles at him. “And I’m with you.”

Their hands clasp together tightly before Tamaki guides Yuki into the evening air.

They talk the entire way while talking about anything and everything, their hands never separating. Even when Tamaki leads her into a bakery about to close for the night, their hands stay together. Not even the chocolate croissant they order is enough to warrant a need for those occupied hands.

When the remaining colors of the sunset are gone and more stars appear in the darkening sky, the couple arrive at their home, feet tired and bellies still content. Tamaki was right to suggest walking home because Yuki feels good considering how much she ate.

Yuki whines and plops onto the couch. "I need to take a shower…"

"Go ahead," Tamaki says. "I need to clean the apartment some since I was busy last night and this morning. Take your time… okay?"

Yawning as she rolls of the couch and drags her feet toward the bedroom, Yuki nods. "Okay. Don't forget to shower, too, Tama. Take care of yourself."

"I will, firefly."

Yuki disappears into the bathroom, completely unconcerned by the obvious fidgeting of her husband. Little does she know, Tamaki has no intention of cleaning anything up tonight, moving his plan into action.

Despite the sudden exhaustion creeping up on Yuki, her stomach squirms a bit at the thought of them finally trying for a baby. She gingerly presses her fingers to her abdomen and silently prays that soon a little baby will grow soon after they take their contraceptives out of their nightly activities. And then Yuki quickly shaves a few parts of her body. Just in case.

Her skin tingles when she walks out of the bathroom 45 minutes later to find lit candles on almost every hard surface in their bedroom. Her heart leaps in her chest when long arms circle her naked waist.

"What's all this for, Tama?" she asks, leaning into his chest, realizing he is no longer wearing his shirt and relishing in his warmth.

"You," he says, kissing her neck.

Yuki turns in his arms to be greeted with her blushing husband who is as naked as her. Her eyes sparkle. "Are you saying we can try for a baby?"

Tamaki nods slowly. "If you're ready."

"Yes," Yuki says, standing on her toes to crash her lips into his. Did she mean for it to be so enthusiastic? Not really, but Yuki felt tears try to fill her vision and wasn't interested in weeping before getting it on with her sweet husband. She pulls back enough to speak, but keeps their lips close. "Please put a baby in me, Tama."

Far more comfortable with how he can handle his wife's body, Tamaki picks Yuki up and carefully tosses her onto their bed, loving the way she laughs as she bounces on the mattress. It's a good day for a little more manhandling, which is great for Tamaki knowing his real purpose behind tonight is to get his love pregnant. That thought is enough to rile him up.

He crawls on top of her, brushing her hair out of her face, and kisses her lips. "How… How many times do you want… to try this?"

"Tonight?"

Tamaki nods.

Yuki caresses his shoulders, gaze heavy on his face. "As many times as you can handle, Tama."

Another nod and he kisses her lips. Soon his kisses follow her jawline, the expanse of her neck, her collarbone, all the way down her chest and belly to where he loves to spend a majority of his time when they sleep together. It's the way her fingers grip his hair, how she spreads her legs wider just for him… how she tastes on his tongue and it's always better than any meal he's ever had. Best of all, their many sexual endeavors has allowed Tamaki to learn everything about his Yuki's body. He knows what she likes based on her sounds, her movements. He can bring her to an orgasm in less than a minute or draw it out until she’s begging for him to make her come undone. And that's only when he uses his mouth on her.

"Please, Tama," she begs, head back and eyes closed tightly.

That tells Tamaki that Yuki isn't interested in teasing, which he had no intention of. Not tonight. Tonight starts their journey as parents. His eagerness shows, quickly guiding Yuki over the threshold he was pushing her toward. But he doesn't stop his kitten licks until her thighs close around his head from overstimulation.

He doesn't waste time crawling back on top of her, hand ready to guide his cock into her. Tamaki will never admit how excited he is to feel his wife with no barrier between them.

Yuki whines from his hesitation, hands grabbing and touching him in various places. It's no longer about the need for pleasure for her. She's desperate for him, for the child he can help her create.

With the quiet admission of her love for him, Tamaki finally pushed into her, grunting from the squeeze of her muscles. But it doesn't stop him for long, his body moving instinctually to provide Yuki with a baby.

There is nothing on Yuki's mind except the hope of being a mom and she's so grateful to have a husband like Tamaki to help her reach that hope, that dream. She can't imagine being a parent with anyone else.

Tamaki finishes quickly, the images of his wife pregnant and holding their child in her arms pushing him over the edge. But he doesn't pull out once he's done. Instead, he stays between Yuki's legs and kisses every inch of her skin he can reach. There's a slight worry Yuki is upset that he didn't get her off a second time, but he knows this wasn't primarily for pleasure, not that Tamaki would forgo pleasuring his wife to make a child with her.

Suddenly, laughter bubbles up from Yuki's chest, pausing Tamaki's kisses.

"Why was that so hot?" she says, in awe of how their rather brief bout of sex was one of the most exhilarating she's shared with Tamaki.

A bright red blush spreads across Tamaki's face. "Really?"

"Yes, really! I'm still so turned on by it."

"You only... c-came once."

Yuki giggles and pets Tamaki's messy head of hair—no thanks to her. "You don't have to make me orgasm more than once for sex to be hot, Tama. No… I think this time was so different because we're trying for kids." She moans so quietly under her breath, feeling Tamaki's softening cock slip out of her slightly when he shifts. "Is that weird?"

A tiny smile graces Tamaki's face and he kisses her nose. "No, it's not weird. You’re excited to be a mom."

"Are you excited to be a dad one day?"

He nods, lips still turned up. The red on his cheeks gets darker and spreads up to his ears and down his neck. "I'm looking forward to… seeing you pregnant."

"Really?" Yuki giggles. "Do you have a thing for pregnant women?"

"N-No! Just… my wife."

"Hmm, I guess we have to make sure we keep trying, yeah?"

"Y-Yeah."

Yuki kisses him. "Can you let me up real quick? I want to clean up a little down there. Then we can cuddle and see what happens from there."

"Okay," Tamaki says, slowly lifting himself off her and separating their bodies completely with a soft exhalation of his breath. But he kisses her once more before completely letting her go take care of herself.

She comes back a minute later and instantly snuggles into his embrace, her eyes shining in hope.

Tamaki holds her close and silently prays that his Yuki will get her dream of motherhood to come true.

—

Before anyone knows it, spring comes and goes followed by summer and autumn. All those months go by and Yuki has nothing to show for it.

The first time she met baby Mirai—named after the late Sir Nighteye—Yuki and Tamaki were several months into their baby-making endeavor with no luck. Yuki started weeping over baby Mirai while holding him close to her chest. Yuki was having dreams about holding a child of her own that was taking over her everything. Seeing a baby broke her.

A month later, Tamaki and Yuki got themselves checked for fertility and everything came out perfect. It just wasn't happening for them.

"It's so hard, Kiri," Yuki tells him one day when he's walking her home after dinner. "Everything looks fine according to the doctor, but it's not happening."

"Maybe the timing is off right now. Soon things will settle down in your lives and boom, you'll get pregnant."

"But why not now?"

"I don't know, Yuki… I wish I had the answer for you. I hate seeing you so broken up over this. It's taking a toll on Tamaki, too. He's just as upset about it and is starting think he's not doing something right."

"What if we never become parents?"

"Now don't start with the 'what ifs' because you'll worry more and that will put too much strain on your body, making it even harder. Maybe you and Tamaki should spend a weekend at a spa to relax and refresh your bodies. I'm sure all the attempts you two are making to have kids are wearing you both down."

"Maybe we should do that… A weekend of no responsibility, only us."

Kirishima nods, draping his arm across her shoulders. "It's exactly what you need. I know a great place with private hot springs included with the suites. I'll send the info to you guys."

"Thanks, Kiri." Yuki rests her head against his side and sighs.

Maybe our odds will go up after some relaxation…

—

The first thing Yuki does when they walk into their rented room is flop onto the bed after an enormous leap onto it. She hums from the coolness of the comforter that slowly warms the longer she lies there.

"This is nice," Tamaki says, looking around the cozy room. "Eijiro recommended it?"

Yuki nods as she sits up properly. "He said they have private hot springs for some rooms." He knows that this relaxing weekend is really going to be us trying for a baby. Thank you, Kiri. She stands and meanders toward the door that leads to their room's hot spring. "I can't wait to sit in the spring later. Maybe after dinner. Does that sound good to you?"

"I'd like that." Tamaki scratches the back of his head and his cheeks turn a little pink. "Did you… pack a swimsuit?"

"Oh, Tama," Yuki giggles, looking over her shoulder at him. "We're married and have an entire room to ourselves. I don't expect to wear anything but a robe these next two days."

"O-Oh."

"You're so cute."

Tamaki likes it when his wife says he's cute. But when they're in the hot spring together that evening—in reality during the entire weekend—Tamaki reminds her he's not always her cute husband.

Yuki loves every second, crying out in pure ecstasy each time Tamaki hits that spot with his cock as he takes her from behind. She barely can keep a hold on the rocks lining the spring, one of those rounded rocks perfectly rubbing against her with every one of Tamaki's thrusts.

The poor spa staff have a hard time keeping their knowing smiles at bay the rest of the couple's visit because not a single person there can mistake the lewd sounds coming from their room at all hours of each day. Of course, the constant glow of Yuki's Quirk, Tamaki's overly content demeanor, and the obvious gazes between them give everything away. And on their last day, the head staff kindly bows as they head out, a sweet "good luck" sent their way with an understanding of the couple's true purpose there.

Plus, Kirishima called ahead to warn the staff.

—

The doctor walks into the room Yuki is sitting in, waiting to get her PAP done, but the doctor isn't prepared like she usually would be.

"Mrs. Amajiki?"

"Yes?"

"We won't be doing a PAP today like usual."

"Why? What's wrong?" Yuki's heart races, worried they found something bad in her urine test.

Her doctor smiles. "Nothing's wrong. Your urine test came back and, well, you're pregnant."

She blinks. "W-What? I'm… going to have a baby?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm going to check you out and make sure what I can see is going smoothly. In a few weeks, I want you to come back for a checkup. You'll be coming in about once a month for checkups. I can explain everything in better detail after your appointment today. We're going to get you and this baby safely through to the end, all right?"

By then, Yuki has a hand over her abdomen—just under her belly button—and tears rolling down her cheeks. Her other hand comes up to cover her mouth to prevent the sob she wants to let out.

"I'm really pregnant?"

"You are."

The dam breaks and Yuki can't stop it any longer. She cries all the way home and into Tamaki's arms when he gets back from work. She doesn't stop even when he asks her why she’s crying.

"What's wrong?" he asks, grabbing her face carefully to make her look at him. "Did something happen at the doctor?"

Yuki nods.

"Is it… bad?"

She shakes her head no.

"It's good? Why are you crying—?“

Yuki watches the realization cross over Tamaki's features, his lips parting the longer it sits in his mind.

"Are you…? Are we…? I-It's real?"

"Yes," she says, more tears falling when she notes the welling up of Tamaki's eyes. "We're gonna be parents. You're gonna be a daddy, Tamaki."

Tears fall from his eyes as he gazes at his amazing wife. His love for her knows no bounds and only grows more knowing that she's carrying their baby. She couldn't look more perfect in his eyes.

He lifts a hand up, hovering over her stomach. "C-Can I?"

"Of course, Tama," Yuki smiles, taking his hand and pressing it to her body. "Anytime. We made this precious life together, so you never have to ask."

But Tamaki can't leave it at simply touching over where their tiny unborn baby is growing. No. Tamaki gets on his knees and presses his cheek against Yuki's abdomen, arms wrapping around her tightly. He knows he won't hear anything, but in the moment's intimacy it feels right. It brings him just a little closer to their child.

Yuki's fingers comb through his hair he has yet to style for the day, fresh tears spilling from her eyes as her husband has his moment with their unborn child. She always knew she picked a sweet man to live the rest of her days with and this moment only proves it again. But she can't deny that she finds her sweet husband suddenly irresistible in that moment. Must be the shift of hormones they warned me about.. and the fact I love this man so much.

"Tama," Yuki whispers, brushing his hair back when Tamaki looks up at her. She also wipes his tears away before bending down and kissing his lips. "My doctor told me that my emotions and cravings and hormones will fluctuate suddenly and often…" She gives him another kiss, longer than before. "I think my hormones are doing that right now. I really want you, Tama. Right now."

He blinks in surprise, but presses his lips to her stomach. "O-Okay."

"Oh, good," Yuki sighs. "I was nervous you wouldn't want to."

"No." Tamaki stands and kisses her forehead. "Whatever you want… or need, I'll help."

"Well, I could use some help in our bedroom. I desperately need my husband."

With a nod, Tamaki lets Yuki guide him into their room where he makes sure she's completely satisfied, ending up asleep with her in his arms, a gentle glow about her.

He's the luckiest man in the world and no one can tell him otherwise.

—

Time is a funny thing. It can speed by or can drag on and the Amajikis felt both at various times of the day. In some ways, it felt like Yuki was pregnant forever. Once she birthed their first child, it seemed as if they blinked and ended up where they are now.

Their first little one, Aiko, becomes a toddler far too quickly for their liking, scampering around their home in search of whatever trouble she can find. It keeps poor Yuki and Tamaki on their toes all the time.

But neither will trade it for anything.

The moment Aiko was welcomed into the world with hardly a cry and a firm grip on anything within her reach, they knew she'd be trouble. Yuki often sees herself in their little girl, recalling the hell she brought her parents when she was younger. In the privacy of their bedroom, Yuki often coos over what bratty things Aiko did and how adorable she is when she's being rotten.

Kirishima likes to remind her it won't be so cute once Aiko becomes a teenager, but Yuki isn't worried. Her daughter will find her way and be sweet just like her daddy. She already sees it in those few caring moments Aiko has with Yuki and Tamaki. They're short-lived and often end with pure chaos, but Yuki sees her sweet husband's softer personality in Aiko. There's so much excitement to watch their baby grow into a wonderful young woman.

"She's going to be a heartbreaker," Nejire tells Yuki during their weekly playdate with Aiko and Mirai—who is about one and a half years older than Aiko.

"Why is that?"

"First of all, look at her parents. Both of you are beautiful and she shares both of your looks. Second, her hair is such a gorgeous color of purple. I was not expecting her hair to be a perfect blend of Tama's dark hair and your light hair. And the bluish tint from Tama's hair color is so pretty. She could easily be a model when she gets older."

Yuki chuckles. "She'll only become a model if the industry will stop starving their models. A strong woman needs some meat on her bones and we all know Aiko is the strongest little girl we've seen since Eri." The mothers watch Mirai take Aiko's hand and lead her toward a grouping of dandelions in the grass. "Mirai is going to be a handsome man, you know. I still can't believe the only part of Mirio in him is the shape of his face. Otherwise, he looks like your clone."

"He's such a handsome boy,” Nejire says. “I love watching Eri with Aiko, too. They're so cute! I’ve never seen Eri love someone as much as she loves your daughter."

"They are adorable. I'm glad Aiko has so many wonderful women in her life just in case something ever happens to me."

"I don't like that line of thinking, but we will all take care Aiko and love her no matter what happens."

"That's all I want for her. Well, and success in whatever she does… and a loving family of her own." Yuki sighs as she watches Mirai give Aiko a yellow dandelion he picked out of the grass. "I never want her to feel the despair I felt… or the fear. I want her to find a man like Tama who will protect her and take care of her the way a man should take care of his woman."

Nejire nods firmly. "Agreed. Maybe we'll see Mirai grow into a fine young man perfect for her."

"Mirai is going to be the perfect gentleman when he gets older. I'd love it if our kids ended up together. That'd be so cute. Has Mirai shown any signs of having a Quirk yet?"

"Not yet. His x-ray is promising, but we're still waiting."

"Whose Quirk do you think he'll get?"

"I couldn't begin to guess," Nejire says. "But he has so much energy all the time, so that could be a sign he'll have my Quirk or one similar."

"That'd be great if he does! Then you can help him master it before school."

"Has Aiko shown any signs?"

Yuki smiles. "She glowed like me when she saw Tama after he got home last night. We had to settle her down to keep from getting blinded. She just loves her daddy so much."

"Just like her mama," Nejire says.

"Yeah, just like me. It's impossible not to love Tamaki."

"I wonder if Tama's Quirk will be something she can use. What if she can use the sunlight that charges her up and manifests it as a defensive or offensive attack?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if that is something she can learn. Maybe I can ask Aizawa for help when she gets a little older."

"Do you want her to be a hero when she's able?"

Aiko squeals and starts glowing as she chases Mirai around. It makes Yuki smile.

"I don't think I'll have much of a say in that. She looks up to Tama like he's her everything. She'll want to help people just like him and if that's what my baby wants, I'll support her and cheer her on."

"If only they would stop getting older."

"I know. I'm dreading the day she moves away from us."

Nejire grins. "I guess we'll have to get our men to knock us up again, huh?"

Yuki giggles. "Something tells me we won't have an issue convincing them."

"You're right," Nejire says. "Would you want another girl or a boy?"

"Either would be nice if it's in the cards for us. Aiko would be a sweet older sister and would love them."

"That's a good way of looking at it. I would love to have a little girl so Mirai can be a big brother. Although, Aiko is giving him great practice."

"Yeah, but if you are hoping those two end up together when they're older, maybe we shouldn't encourage that sibling relationship between them."

"Ah! You're so right!"

Loud laughter erupts between the two mothers, catching the attention of their children for a quick second before they go back into their imaginative world together again.

—

As the years go on, Yuki and Tamaki end up pregnant again with a new Quirkless little girl, Hana, added to their family as Aiko enters first grade. Nejire and Mirio weren't able to have a second child, but it doesn’t bring them down too much.

Both Mirai and Aiko have plans to go to UA, their Quirks leading them to desire helping others. Mirai's Quirk is much like Nejire's with an added bonus of Mirio's Quirk to force his shockwave through objects, only affecting the structure of whatever he's forcing them through.

Aiko gained all of Yuki's Quirk abilities, with far more emphasis on the ability to glow, but also received Tamaki's manifesting abilities. Sometimes her parents walk into a room with several orbs of light that Aiko manifested and let float around her at any point in a day. It's practice to manifest much bigger and more draining orbs. Aizawa has her building up her stamina and Aiko is doing much better than Yuki ever did at resisting the exhaustion from her Quirk. Yuki's never been prouder to see her daughter succeed where she didn't.

Although, the exhaustion still hits Aiko and, just like her mother, she needs physical affection from men and sunlight. And to both Yuki and Nejire's joy, Mirai is her chosen cuddle buddy. Only time will tell what will happen.

Yuki comes out of the bathroom, rubbing lotion on her hands and arms with a smile toward Tamaki who is already in bed reading a book.

Age truly made her husband even more handsome, his features still sharp and skin still youthful despite the small scars villains left him with. His long hair was cut many years ago, sitting just above his shoulders now, and tamer than it's ever been. His eyes haven't changed at all and Yuki loves that about him.

"Is Daddy too interested in his book to cuddle with me?" Yuki teases while she climbs onto her side of the bed. With children, it's hard to break out of calling Tamaki what their daughters call him, particularly since their youngest, Hana, has yet to upgrade his title to "dad."

Tamaki closes his book and smiles at his wife. Even after all those years, his cheeks still warm when she teases him. "Come here, firefly."

At the name, her skin lights. Yuki snuggles into Tamaki's side and sighs as his arm wraps around her shoulders. She draws invisible shapes across his sleep shirt. "I love you, Tamaki. I don't think I've told you that today."

"I love you, too," he says, kissing the top of her head. "Excited to be off this week?"

"There's nothing better than getting seven days with my two babies and their daddy. I could use the family time." Yuki can't resist pressing her lips to Tamaki's jawline. "And I'm really looking forward to our night alone when the girls go stay with Kiri."

Tamaki's breath is shaky when he exhales. "M-Me, too."

She giggles. "Good. We'll take full advantage of our day together."

He hums and nods, letting the sounds of their room fill the pause.

"I'm so happy this is my life," Yuki says quietly. "Thank you, Tama… for being the reason I’m so happy."

He holds her closer, unable to find the words to respond. There are a million things he could say, but nothing seems like it'll convey his own gratitude for Yuki being there.

"I'd go through all of it all over again if I knew this is the result. Every loss, every hurt, every trauma. Although, I'd probably try to talk to you at school."

"You'd even go through—"

"Yes," she interrupts. "Even though it took a toll on me for a long time and it's a horrific thing for anyone to go through, it strengthened me. It strengthened us. I feel like one of the lucky ones considering the circumstances. Seeing it through another person's eyes wasn't easy and hurt more than helped, but I never remembered the feeling of it happening to me thanks to Yoshiro." Yuki wraps her arms around Tamaki's middle. "I can't imagine how all those men and women who've gone through the same thing and had no one to block it out for them are still going. I was fortunate, and that alone has helped me get here. Is it problematic to say I'd go through it again if you and the girls are waiting for me on the other side? Maybe… but it gave me this family."

"I… I never want to see you go through that ever again."

"I know. I don't want to either. It had to be so hard for you to watch me spiral out of control."

"I didn't care about me."

Yuki smiles to herself remembering how true it was. Not once did Tamaki make her healing process about himself. It was always about helping her get back on her feet. "I remember. I'm so grateful for you, Tama."

"Get some sleep," he whispers, brushing his fingers through her hair, no longer wanting to think about what happened to her. "The girls will be up early."

She pouts and slumps against him. "But I'm not done cuddling with Daddy."

"They're not even around…" Tamaki groans, internally mortified by how much he enjoys hearing his wife call him that. "And when has… has sleep stopped you from cuddling?"

"True." Yuki settles more into the pillows and makes sure Tamaki does, too, her legs crossing over his waist. She raises an eyebrow and her blushing husband. "Since when have you been into me calling you daddy?"

He groans again and covers his face. "Stop it, Yuki…"

Of course, she just laughs and snuggles in closer. "You're giving me ideas for our alone time."

Tamaki whines and hides her face against his chest to beg her to stop talking. "We need to sleep."

"Do we really though?"

"Yes."

She bites his chest through his shirt, which makes him flinch and hiss. He doesn't release her.

"Go to sleep, Yuki."

"Using your dad voice on me now? You're only making this worse for yourself." Yuki looks at him and lets one of her hands slink its way down Tamaki's chest and into his sleep pants. "We can be quick."

He jerks and grunts as soon as her hand wraps around him. There's no doubt that "being quick" will not be quick at all, but the torturous drag of her warm hand is difficult to stop… so he doesn't.

And to say Mommy and Daddy are tired the next morning when they come in shouting about vacation is the understatement of the century.

Yuki drops her head on Tamaki's shoulder. "I'm sorry. Next time, I'll keep my hands to myself."

Tamaki rubs her back and smiles, predicting that promise won't come true like the many other times she's said the same thing. And he's okay with that because he'll do anything just to make sure his Yuki is as happy as she can be. Getting those few hours back of missed sleep can't compare to the soft glow that settles under Yuki's skin or the bright smile she always sends his way.

"I love you," Tamaki says, putting some hair behind her ear when she looks up at him.

Her face splits into a blinding grin. "I love you."

Their lips meet for a second before both Aiko and Hana shout about cooties and how gross their parents are. Those complaints quickly turn to screams as their loving parents chase them around the house, both ending up trapped in their mother's arms to be showered in hugs and kisses to start their family vacation.

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everafterkeiji · 3 years

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Song: La La Lost You by Niki

Summary: With him being the pro hero he is, time slips away while distance grows.

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo x fem! reader

Word count: 4.8k

Warning: angst, cursing

Quirk: You can read minds and portray them in real life. Example: If they thought about a gun, you create the image of the gun and use the gun. Same goes for you, if you think about a bomb, a bomb is already in your hands ready to use.

Symbols: Italic= flashbacks

A/n: can you pls let me know if you'd like a part 2 fnejdn

While I'm on Sunset, are you on the subway?

While I drive, are you gettin' on the L-train?

Bakugo can feel the longing in his heart as he watches a couple pick out engagement rings. His fists tighten at the sight as he feels an ache in his heart while he longs for an embrace his body misses, a body he missed to cherished, pair of lips he missed to place upon his. He lowers his head as he does his nightly patrols. Winter coming in closer than he realized, another year passing by. He thought he wanted this year to end as fast as it could yet here he is, sorrow and regret on his shoulders. Half of his heart gone, nearly falling apart as he stares at every happy couple his eyes fall upon. Even if his fans came to him, no matter how loud the praises and compliments were thrown at him, he felt nothing.

All he wanted to feel was her.

He wanted to feel how warm she was pressed against him, he wanted to feel her lips on his once again, he wanted to hear her voice again. Not the voice he last heard that was full of sadness but the voice he loved to listen to whenever he had his nightmares, his insecure nights. The softness in her tone, the way every laugh of hers would sound ethereal to him, the feist in her words whenever they had their battles. Now all those sounds seem to grow deaf to him. It's been a year, a year without her. A rather long year for him. Everyday he had to wake up to a cold bed, no arms wrapped around him, no view for him to enjoy when he opens his eyes. The way your moments were held in the walls surrounding him, every milestone of your relationship cherished in one household. He felt as if it was mocking him, making him remember the happiness your relationship brought him.

Hope that eases the pain

So you remember to miss me

Before, your house was filled with pictures of you two. Now it was empty, a house for one man when it was supposed to be a house for his ever after with her. Where was his savior? Where are the soft melodies she'd sing to him whenever he had his insecurities drag him down? All these moments he can only replay in his mind.

As he opens the door, he remembers the smile that falls on his lips no matter how exhausted he was, ready to see his girlfriend safe and sound in their own house. He'd catch her asleep on the couch with her favorite blanket cuddled up to a stuff toy he won her in a game.

He lets out a tired sigh before stepping in the shower. He closes his eyes, trying to surpass the way his eyes wanted to shed tears at the sight of her without his side. The more he tries to ignore it, the farther she gets from his view. He only remembers the way he raised his voice at her, the tears that ran down her cheek. The hurtful things that left his mouth, he never meant to say.

Unsaid things only to be said to a wall as his chances were slimming down as time passes. The words he wanted to say only being said when he was intoxicated but the person he badly wanted to say it to wasn't there to listen.

Does the trick for all of the things left unsaid

He didn't dare to face his friends, knowing questions and reactions are the only things he's gonna get from them. They'd be the ones to mention your name when they notice your disappearance. Kirishima knows about the split and has made many attempts to get the blonde back on his feet like he used to but every attempt would just end in bottles on the floor and carrying Bakugos intoxicated body back in your old couch.

Kirishimas heart wanted to cry for him.

Whenever your name was mentioned in missions or groups, he'd noticed the sadness that sets in his eyes and expression while he tries to hide it by being his aggressive self. Even as his best friend, there's nothing that he could do when the only solution to Bakugos heart was you.

You tried to ignore the fact that every night for a year you drowned out your emotions by overworking yourself and thinking that by being surrounded by lights and alcohol brought you contentment while you had no clue of what your other half was doing. Like him, you craved nothing more than to be with him.

Some have tried to contact you, you tried to sound believable as possible. Trying to sound like the boy you love was still around you pulling pranks behind you or him randomly wrapping his arms around you.

But you're on the other side of the country.

An offer you couldn't possibly lose, not even letting him know where you were. Him only knowing when the news had caught you fighting off villains in a city he can't just run to when he missed you. You knew that distance never fixed anything but at this point is there anything to be fixed? When laid out in front of you two are broken pieces of your own hearts. Scatted in cities where he remembers you by, scattered in his clothes that fit like a dress on you, scattered in streets making a path for you two to retrace your steps and fix what's happened. Hanging onto memories day by day. Trying to grasp a reality that was too good to be true.

All my demons have your smile

Unlike him, your surroundings were new.

Everything was new. You weren't stuck to suffer in the place where your love blossomed, the new environment insisting you to change but the way you saw couples and kids ticked you off to the very least.

December hasn't been this cold than you remember it. You shed a tear or two whenever you overheard one of the heroes ramble on how excited she was that she was engaged. It would've been 6 years with him by next month and a ring should've been placed in your very hands by now knowing the shared conversations you two had about marriage.

Saddened by the thought of it, you head home changing out of your hero clothes. You sat in the train, your exhaustion getting the best of you as you opened your eyes to see Bakugo sitting in front of you but as you blink he was gone. As the train goes under a tunnel, you look at the window as your memories play like some movie scene. You turn to look at the couples that surrounded you and your mind betrays you thinking of a girl that can make Bakugo happy like you did.

The darkness of the train enabled you to cry. You covered your face in your hands as you let out a sob. As a hero you couldn't care if people saw you like this, everyone had a breaking point. You've had enough of today. You continue to cry as you tighten the grip on your sweater and on the necklace that you wore.

"Who knew you could do things like this?" You teased as he taps your nose. You were set on his lap as he brings out a box. His hand caresses your cheek as he looks at you with love, love and nothing more.

"Shut it, dumbass. Now turn around." You rolled your eyes as you turned around, your back facing his chest. He sits up properly, gently moving your h/c aside as a cold piece of jewelry was placed around your neck. Once it was attached, Bakugo pressed light kisses on your shoulder as he whispers for you to face him. When you did, he smiled.

"You look amazing, Y/N." He says with pink painted cheeks. You blushed at his words your hand playing with the necklace.

"What's this for, Katsuki?" You asked as you intertwined your hands with his. He kisses the back of your hand as he looks at you.

"So you'll always have me."

As you wipe your tears, you felt a buzz in the pocket of your jeans. Picking it up the name "kiri<3" flashes before you. Sniffling a bit, you decided to answer.

"Kirishima? Is everything okay?"

Meanwhile on the other line, Bakugos breath hitched at the sound of you. It was another night where he dragged Kirishima to another bar and drown his feelings. He begged Kirishima to dial your number, just to hear it even if it wasn't meant for him.

"Hey Y/N! Sorry if I called a little later than expected, you doing okay? This is really random and unmanly-"

"Kiri it's fine! I'm fine yeah just heading home. How are you by the way?" Bakugo stays silent as he hears your voice. He missed it so much. He hadn't felt this desperate since you left.

"Well I'm doing fine too, Y/N. Guess I kinda just miss my partner in crime." You smiled at his words, finally feeling relieved after your session of crying.

"I miss you too, Eiji. How-"

"Y/N!" A familiar voice suddenly rushing to your ears as you sit up. It's him. Bakugo tries to steal the phone from Kirishima but Kirishima won't give it to him, thinking it was wrong for Bakugo to talk to you in a state like this.

"Bakugo-" The call ends before you can even say anything else. Kirishima sighs as Bakugo notices the call has ended.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR SHIT HEAD?!"

"WHY CAN'T YOU CALL HER ON YOUR OWN, BAKUGO!" Kirishima shouts. Bakugo is taken aback by his sudden burst of words. Bakugo stays silent as Kirishima puts his phone in the pocket of his jeans.

"If you love her why don't you call her yourself? Make some fucking plans with her, talk it out. You're suffering because you're weak enough to reach out to her. This would've been simple from the beginning when you actually had the balls to talk to her and apologize!"

"If you feels so shitty about Y/N leaving, we're her friends too you know. We also lost her. I always have your back Bakugo, but this time this is your problem." Kirishima leaves your apartment with a sigh of defeat as he glides over your phone number, texting a sorry before he went home. Bakugo had his head hung low, taking in every word he heard.

He's right. He thought.

You had a hand placed on your heart when you heard him. You figured that it didn't end well for Kirishima when the call ended. Your screen flashes before reading the message.

kiri<3: I'm really sorry about that Y/N, but I do miss you. we all do. especially bakugo.

When you were home, your hand traces over the blocked contact of your other half. You smile as you reread your past conversations. But as you hug your pillow shutting the device off, you felt your eyes close remembering the warmth you used to have when he slept beside you.

He came home from a patrol, promising to save as many as he can but ended up saving only half of what he intended to. The cries of people ringing in his ears. He felt low, unworthy, selfish, weak. He couldn't save them, he could've been better. Now he realizes the fear that grows on him that he can't always save you.

"What the fuck did you say, Katsuki?! You don't get to say shit like I'm not a hero like you! We're both fucking exhausted. I'm asking you for one, one day." You shout.

He wasn't as strong as you. He utters words that mean the complete opposite of what he wanted to say, even denying love when he first experienced it. So scared of feeling emotions since the only thing he relied on was himself. He is strong in battles, the thrill giving him life, excitement. This is what he wanted. To live the life of his idols, to surpass them and show them he meant every word when said he wanted to be #1. What he didn't want was a girl who held his heart with strings. Playing with his emotions, discovering the branches of love. Discovering how his world changed when he fell for the girl he could never reach. He didn't want his heart to be fragile. He wanted it to be tough and unbreakable, a barrier around it where no one can see through his sharp demeanor. But there she was. Breaking every barrier with ease. In this moment, his heart made barriers once again.

"I fucking meant it when I said I don't have any time to be with you anymore. I need to work, Y/N! Why cant you get that through your fucking skull" He shouts back, a finger to your forehead pushing you back. Your cheeks were from the anger that sprung to your spirits. Every part of you was aching with anger. Tears spilling from your eyes as he watches you.

"That's all you ever fucking do Katsuki! Do you just purposely forget that I also work hard and here I am asking for one night with my boyfriend and you're pushing me aside like I'm nothing to you!"

"Nothing?! Maybe you just don't fucking understand what I'm saying! I have my own shit to deal with and I can't always drop everything for your needy ass. Do you need me to pat you on the back for being a good hero? You shouldn't even call yourself a hero when I'm the reason you even made it this far, princess." You closed your eyes as your hands turned white from how much you were tightening them.

Y/N, don't believe it. Please. I'm begging you-

"OF COURSE YOU GOT ME HERE! Call me anything you want. Weak, laid back, unworthy, low, insecure, stupid, worthless, have at it but I'm fucking drowning in my own stress, shitty paper work and patrols. I am a hero. You don't get to fucking remove that title from me. While you got me here, you're forgetting all the shit I did for you!"

"The things you did for me? What, like love? That's nothing to me."

Love.

All the smiles you've given him. The moments where you made him realize that if he wasn't the #1 hero, the only thing that mattered him was you. The memories of you with your head on his shoulder enjoying the sunset while he talks about how much he loves you. The feeling of his hands intertwining with yours as you danced in your living room. The moment where he said he'd catch you no matter what. The moments where you would wake up to his kisses on your face. The feeling when you see him safe and sound as you hug him enjoying life when his love surrounded you. The feeling when you imagined yourself marrying the perfect man for you.The promises. Future plans. The kisses. Never ending hugs. 5 years with the person who made you the happiest, who made you determined, who made you feel like you can conquer anything, who made you believe in love even in the toughest ways.

It was all nothing.

You bite your lip as your head hung low. He hears your sobs and it wasn't enough for him to wake up from all this anger. He needed you just as much as you did, but in this moment he didn't realize it. He thought he needed a break, some silence to drown out the cries of the people he had left behind but now he can only hear his heart shattering. Piece by piece. Torn. With every word he says. With every glance he gives you, seeing you so hurt because of him. He bared no meaning to his words and he hopes you can see that he too needed saving but he notices the drop in your tone. Dull eyes, tear stained cheeks, unsteady breathing.

"I just w-wanted to be with you.. t-to be saved. To be saved from this asshole of a man claiming he loves but me pushes me away like dirt. A man who tells me an empty promise of always being there to catch me. Katsuki, was it all really nothing y-you?" He bites his lip before taking a step forward but you step back, life drained out of you. Every color saturated to liveliness was nothing but black and white now. Storms and heavy weather. Tears and broken hearts.

I can't do this.

"I just can't save you anymore." He whispers but you heard it clear as day. You let out the most painful sob as your knees give in, a thud to the floor as you cover your face in your hands. Now the fear in his head of him never saving you, he only faces the truth that he can't save everyone, even you. Your sobs echoed through the house as he turns around to wipe away his tears, a hand to his pained chest. As his back was turned to you, you left to go to your room. He notices your disappearance as he only sits on the couch, knowing the events that were to happen next. You grabbed a bag stuffing in whatever you could as you continued to release your sorrows. When you were finished you took a last good look on your room. The room where every nightmare was comforted with love, the room where secrets were shared, deep fears, everything. You take a deep breath before opening the door. You see him sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.

You both wake up with tears in your eyes as your head weighed a ton, making you grip your pillow with such force, completely unhappy you were greeted this way. You looked up at the mirror to see bags under your eyes, puff cheeks, and a version of you that you despised to see everyday.

Not a single glow of happiness.

You weren't ready to face another tiresome day at the agency but your limbs forced you to knowing it'd be another patrol then by the night some paperwork and then patrolling once again. His words replayed in your mind, still affecting you with how he belittled you as a hero. Sure, you couldn't save millions but you saved hundreds, even if you were on brim of your quirk affecting your mental state, you would still save thousands.

And it pains you that he doesn't even notice how your quirk affects your mental being.

It takes immense focus for you to portray what you needed, and it requires you to be sharp and quick with your mind. Yet, overusing it alters the reality you wanted. Your mind playing a sick game to your overall being, stuck in the darkest part of your mind, leading you the same night that started it all.

But he still wouldn't save you.

Bakugo had his vermilion eyes on the road, as the others discussed on the upcoming mission. He didn't even bother to pay interest on where they were going, more focused on fighting with the villain and finishing the job.

Maybe it was the hundredth time today where he thought about you.

He looks at the beautiful scenery in front of him, and his mind leads him to remember your smile and your features he loved to gaze his eyes on. Now, villains and explosions were the only things that clouded his vision or sometimes the sight of his companions, which didn't really help him.

Then the vehicle comes to a stop, his eyes landing on a store. Seen through the glass was a beautiful dress, painted in her favorite color, with the perfect length and dainty design. He smiles to himself, visualizing how stunning she'd look wearing it, especially seeing her skin looking so bright and healthy under the winter atmosphere.

She'd love that. He says to himself, feeling bittersweet that he wanted to buy it, but who would even wear it? He can't just give it to her without having a conversation. Even if it's been nearly a year, how can he prepare for something he avoided?

He steps out of the vehicle, feeling exhausted thinking about her. He hears his companions talk about splitting up so each hero wouldn't be suspected, he agrees with them, not even bothering to give them a snarky comment. He was too occupied with the thought of you in that splendid dress.

He wonders around the city, hands to his pockets. Especially in his hero costume, he received so many stares from the people. He'd either glare back at them or ignore them completely, but this time he just let them stare for as long as they liked. The only pair of eyes he wanted to land on him was yours, your ever stunning ones.

He remembers the moments where the sun beamed perfectly on your eyes, depicting the color with such grace and beauty. He remembers every memory where your eyes were gateways to your emotions, filled with such genuine and love. It even helped him at times where words weren't needed to express the way he felt. He loved how you managed to read him so easily, like a book she's memorized every page of. Even the slightest change in his tone, you were able to pick it up and soon interrogate him if he was okay.

He watches a couple who had boxes in their hands with smiles evident in their eyes and lips. He watches as the man gestures to help the girl but she declines walking ahead of him, he follows behind the girl making sure the boxes wouldn't fall.

"Katsuki stop!" She shouts with a giggle, he ignores her completely, pushing her slightly to make the boxes fall. She completely looses balance as the boxs fall on the floor. She gasps as she runs to punish the blonde as he quickly puts down the boxes as he runs away from her. You can hear her screaming profanities at the man as the couple runs around outside their house.

Bakugo hides from her, eyeing her from his secret spot. He takes the opportunity when he sees her completely confused he was gone, so he takes you by surprise by slinging you over his shoulders, chuckling at how she threw mild punches at his back.

"Babe! How are we gonna finish moving in our stuff!" She says with a laugh, still trying to beg for him to put her down. He spins around making her laugh even more as he sets her on the ground. The sun beams down on them, her eyes glowing so beautifully under the golden light. His hand reaches her cheeks, squishing it lightly as he smiles at her expression.

"Who said we even needed to finish it today? C'mon. We have the house all to ourselves." Katsuki says, as you sighed giving into him. He smirks to himself as he lifted you off the ground once again, swinging you over his shoulders too easily.

"Baby!"

His eyes wander elsewhere, feeling his chest tightening once again at the memories that resurface upon him.

After a long fight with a villain who kept scarring you with their weapon, your mind was completely going to collapse at any minute. You've been creating bullets and barriers for so long you didn't notice how other objects that you didn't need were suddenly made, dropping behind you. You can feel the throbbing pain of your head as you limped to the town. Random objects still were popping up every minute and it annoyed you how your quirk was out of your grasp.

(TW! Hallucination/Panic attack)

You simply wanted water and some first aid kit to make sure you make it to your agency but when you imagined the bottle of water, you immediately acted like it was created but it wasn't. All the things that you thought you made weren't there and you felt your eyes feel droopy as you let your hand hold onto the wall for support. It was starting to alter your reality, making it worse for you to think straight while your thoughts were all tied in loops from overusing it. Your vision blurring at the sight of people who were walking by.

Your mind was growing more and more explosive as you felt pain surround your head. You let out a scream as you felt every part of your head ache as unnecessary objects were still appearing beside you. This scream alerts the people but they chose not to gather around you, unsure what was happening. They were all muttering questions but this only added to the problem as you started panting, harshly closing your eyes trying to avoid any eye contact from them. You heard a loud shout before your mind completely goes blank, feeling like you were shot. It happened all too fast as you fall to your knees, mind empty and damaged, your system completely failing to support you as a person was seen pushing through the sea of people.

Then, their eyes met.

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years

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Dangerous Love (Pt. 04 of 13)

Pairing: Bruce Wayne (Batman) X Harley Quinn's sister!Reader

Summary: You're Harley Quinn's sister, Havoc, one of the many villain's of Gotham. But you've been caught, and has been tortured constantly for an year in Belle Reve. But when your think your life can't be anything else than the nightmare you find yourself into, Bruce Wayne, the Batman, takes you in for a project. He has a program to rehabilitate villains, and you're his lab rat. But soon enough confusing feelings start getting in the way. You know falling for Bruce is stupid. But can you keep your heart under control?

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Nightmares

You're looking at the garden, admiring the little white flowers that only blossom at night. You're tired, eyes heavy, but you can't sleep. Some bats are flying down there, and you wonder if they live nearby. A much larger figure passes by, in a blur. Suddenly, the lights go off. Opening the window, you bend over, holding on the bars, to try and see more. Then, you hear a click.

Your head turns at the door. Did it just unlock? Is the system electrical? Then why does Bruce always uses a key? Moving to the door, you slowly turn the handle and... Another click. It's open. Pulling it, you step forward. The silence makes you anxious, and so does the darkness. Looking at the sides, you start walking down the hall.

“Bruce?” You call out, and your voice echoes through the place. You get no response.

Your legs keep moving, taking you downstairs and to the door, which is wide open. Why is Bruce doing this? Is it a test? Or did something happened to him? You shouldn't go. You should–

You're moving, against your will. Why are you moving against your will? Wasn't that the plan? To wait for an opportunity and run away?

The gates are open too, and they're the only thing you can see in the darkness. The next thing you know is that you're on the streets. Empty streets, no lights on. You're taking the way to the abandoned mall you claimed, taking all the right entrances and the elevator that leads to the underground. Your old house.

You walk through the garage, among the many cars you own. Reaching your private headquarters, you see piles of money. The jewels too, more shiny than usual.

“Is anyone here?” The place doesn't seem abandoned. You know they're still working for you, even after all that time in prison. They wouldn't dare to abandon you.

“Look who's back.” Your sister comes out of nowhere, followed by her boyfriend, the Joker. “Where were you, little sis?”

“I got out.” You could tell them the truth, that Batman held you hostage. But you don't want them to retaliate. “What are you doing here? You're not supposed to come uninvited.”

There's something in the air, in the atmosphere. It's so cold and and dark, like you're drowning in it. A weird feeling builds up as if you need to go home. But this is home, the only home you ever had.

What are you doing here? You made a promise not to run away. Bruce told you he'd help, so why did he let you get out? Why did he let the doors open?

“We know everything, dear." Joker sing songs, pacing around you. “The Batsy broke you down... Or should I say, Bruce Wayne?”

“What?” How does he know that? “I was in prison. Belle Reve. I got out.” You repeat, turning on your heels to look Joker in the eye.

“And now you're back home,” Harley exclaims, hugging you. “Enjoy yourself, sis. This is who you are. Have fun, steal what you crave for, and then, one day, they will just get you again.”

“Thanks to you, I know who Batsy is.” Joke speaks again, getting your attention. “I can attack him in bright daylight. When he's vulnerable, away from his toys.”

“You know you'll go back there right? The paradise on Earth.” Harley starts again. “They always manage to find us. And once they do, the torture is tuned all the way up.”

“Shut up, Harley.” You burst out.

“I will make sure to tell Batman you helped me. I may even bring his head here so you can use it as a decoration.”

“Shut up!” You're covering your ears, trying to understand what happened. What you did. You didn't tell anyone about Bruce. You know you didn't. “Shut up!”

“You're going back to Belle Reve, sis. We always do. We'll die there.”

“Batman's blood is in your hands, Havoc. Upon his death, we will rule Gotham.”

“Shut up!”

You sit up abruptly, just as the door is being open. Breathing fast, you run to the bathroom before Alfred comes in. Closing the door behind your back, you slide to the floor, hands on your head. “It was just a dream. Just a dream.” You mumble to yourself. Why did it scare you so much? You shouldn't be sleeping. “I won't go back. It was just a dream. Just a dream...”

A knock on the door startles you. “(Y/N)?”

It isn't Alfred, it's Bruce. With your heart pounding against your chest, you stumble up, opening the door and almost collapsing against his chest when you step out. He looks down at you, worried.

“Hi,” you whisper, stepping back.

“You look terrified. What happened?” He touches your arm, guiding you to sit on the bed. Behind him, you see a cart with lunch.

“I fell asleep. I shouldn't, I... I had a nightmare. No big deal.” As you move closer to the headboard, you see a book on the nightstand. “What's that?” Taking it, you read the cover. Game Of Thrones.

“I decided to bring you that. So you'll have something to do.” Bruce sits on the bed, hesitantly. “It has some violence, but I think you can deal with that.”

“Isn't there a TV show about it?”

��I'll stream if for you once you finish the book.”

“Ok.” It's good to finally have something to do. Opening the book, you look through the first pages.

“Why did you say you shouldn't sleep?” He inquires. Shaking your head slightly, you don't answer. “(Y/N).”

“Hm?” Looking up from the book, you meet his eyes. Why is he so worried?

“Won't you answer me?”

“I don't like sleeping.” Shrugging your shoulders, you sustain his stare. Bruce has nice eyes, and they're kind. You can't remember the last time someone looked at you like this. “The nightmares are constant so... I take naps. Whenever I feel like I'm falling asleep I get up. I don't sleep for more than three hours every night.”

“And what do you do up all night?”

“Nothing. I stare at the ceiling. The garden... Did you know that the little white flowers only blossom at night?” Smiling, you put the book down and move to the window. The garden is beautiful. You grow mesmerized by it every day. The flowers and threes are amazing.

“(Y/N), you need to sleep. To rest.” Bruce walks over you, touching your arm to get your attention. “Do you want something to help?”

“I'm used to my sleep schedule, don't worry.” You meet his eyes for a few seconds before looking through the window again. “I saw some people there a few days ago.”

“An interview. Now go eat.” Bruce brings the cart as you sit in the armchair. Sweet potato soup, your favorite.

He shouldn't be here for lunch, though. “Shouldn't you be at work?”

His expression changes, and he looks sad. “It's Saturday.”

“Oh... And don't you have a girlfriend or something?” The question comes out suddenly, before you even notice what you said. That's the bad part of being honest all the time, you lost the ability to control your thoughts.

“No, I don't have anyone at the moment. Why?”

“Because it's Saturday. You should be with her.” In the back of your mind, the figure of Bruce with a woman in his arm, going to dinners, smiling and chatting, bothers you. You don't understand why. It's only natural. A handsome man like Bruce probably has a lot of women chasing him. Being rich only makes it worse.

“Don't worry. I'm all yours today.”

That makes you giggle, looking down at the soup. “The therapy session will be long then.”

As usual, Bruce waits until you're done eating. You're growing used to his presence, and sometimes you think you're even a little excited to see him. It's unbelievable how gentle he is. Nobody was ever gentle to you. It's weird how you're failing to look for an opportunity to run away. You're just not thinking about this anymore.

When you're done, you push the cart away, holding your glass of soda. “So... What are we talking about today?”

“I have news. And I need you to tell me how you feel about them.” Bruce is serious now, all professional. Did you do something? Why does he seem so distant?

“Alright.”

“Yesterday night I found the Joker.” He begins, eyes focused on you, reading your face. “He almost managed to run away, but one of his bombs went off before the time, while he was close. He blew up, thrown into the air, and when he fell, he broke his spine. There's a chance Joker won't ever walk again.”

You don't know what he wants you to say. People tend to connect you to the Joker, even though you haven't worked with him in years. You're more like enemies now. “Well, that's too bad for him. And for Harley. She'll be heartbroken.”

“What about you?”

“I won't say I'm happy about it, I'm just... I don't feel anything.”

“Have you and the Joker ever been in any kind of... Relationship?”

That's new. “No. He kissed me once, to make Harley jealous, but I kicked him in the balls for it.” The memory makes you smile. His face was priceless. “He did make some... propositions, but I never accepted.”

“Why?” Bruce seems very interested in this. What are you thinking? He's just trying to understand and help you. Nothing more.

“Because he wasn't my type,” you say with a smirk.

“Does that mean other men made the same kind of propositions and you accepted?”

“What? No!” You exclaim, putting the empty glass on the cart. “I... I'm not...”

“See? When you don't say the truth, I can make any assumptions.” He leans forward, as he usually does. You're not sure why, but you mirror his position, looking into his eyes. “The truth, please.”

“Well, it's true that he's not my type, but... In my world, love is dangerous. You have lots of enemies and having someone you care about gives them a weak spot. So I never really gave me or... Love... A chance.” It's funny how easy it feels to open up to Bruce now. It doesn't mean you enjoy saying these things, they're supposed to be a secret, but with time, you're getting used to it. He has an effect on you, this man.

“For some people, there's no need for love in some... Situations.”

“For some people, yes. For me... It would never feel right.” You move back again, looking down at the sunlight coming through the window, on the floor between you and Bruce.

“(Y/N), I know the guards used to beat you. But did they ever... Assaulted you any other way?” The heaviness in his voice is tangible. Bruce is angry, worried.

“No. Never.” You're quick to answer, and he soon seems to relax. “Everything they feel for me is disgust, thank God. That... Never happened. They only touch me to beat me up.”

“I'm... Happy to know that. A pretty girl like you... I couldn't help but wonder if they ever tried something so filthy.”

“Woman.” You correct him as usual, the word pretty burning through your mind. Does he really think you're pretty?

“Woman. Forgive me.” A smile. A smile comes to his lips and you're mesmerized. He's so handsome, and now even more.

“I like your smile,” you tell him, biting back a smile yourself. “Didn't know Batman had this ability.”

“You're improving.”

“Am I?” It comes to your mind suddenly, that he brought you here to prove a point. “I'm happy your project is going well.” Running a hand through your hair, you get up, moving to the bed.

“I don't think of you as a project.”

“Really?” You don't believe him. “Sometimes I wonder what will be my fate after this. You say you can put me back into the normal world, but I'm not sure I believe it... I think that I'll end up in Belle Reve. And it'll be even worse because now I'm used to all this.” Gesturing at the room in general, you look at him. “Comfortable bed, nice showers, beauty products... Not being hurt every single day.”

Going back to Belle Reve would break you down, you think. The villain in you says that you can take it, all over again if needed, but the other part... Tells you otherwise. The very thought of your old cell is enough to make you shake like a leaf.

“I will never let you go back there,” Bruce speaks up, intense eyes on you, burning. “Never.”

“Keep me here then... If that's what it takes. I don't mind.” You can barely hear your own voice. You can't believe you just said that, that you would be ok being here for the rest of your life. But if your options are this room or cell 304B, you'd pick this room.

“Let's see how things go. There's no need to rush.”

Nodding, you continue telling him about your connections with the Joker, and about the many times you were at war against each other. After dinner, you ask for a pencil or pen, so you can underline the parts you like in the book. Bruce brings you a blue pen before wishing goodnight and telling you to try and sleep well.

But you can't. It's 2 a.m. and you're reading. You find a blank page in the book, so you rip it off and decide to draw. It's been years since you've drawn, and you're not really sure what you're doing. A few hours go by until you're finished with it. Bruce. You just drew Bruce Wayne. You stare at his features. His eyes, nose, jaw... Lips. Folding the paper, you decide to use it as a bookmark. He won't find out if you keep it inside the book.

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sainadazai · 3 years

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When your crush is angry all the time

Ch.4

I wanna be an intern too, you ragedy ann looking ass hoe 😠

Y/n pov

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All goes well when you are ignorant is what my dear best friend would say to me now, as I sit in the very back of the class unfocused on how our teacher is introducing an activity I have no chance of participating in. All I knew was that when Mr. Aizawa walked up to the board and wrote names of people getting offers, I wasn't one of them. Not that I expected to be, considering I wasn't in the sports festival, let alone the school at all back then.

However, I did notice a small inconsistency in the order of the most offers. I was pretty sure that boom boom had gotten first place in the festival, him being there is what convinced me to transfer, but his name was actually second on the board.

Todoroki had taken the place of first as far as offers were concerned. Todoroki the nice boy who I used to meet when I snuck away from my fucking prison cell. Call me privileged for complaining about living in a mansion All my life, but I much prefer being here. With common folk. They ground me.

I peeked up from my phone at the red and white head of hair in front of me, he didn't seem all that fazed. Although maybe it was just the lack of seeing his face that made me believe he couldn't care less about all but one of those offers. Still, his business is his, and my business is the new Ao3 update on my favorite chrollo lucilfer fanfiction. What a babe.

I decided that the class as of right now would be of no importance to me, considering I will have no offers, and bakugou-the reason I came here- hates me like I'm a piece of gum stuck under his shoe. Through that conclusion I allowed myself to dissolve into the world of hxh and forget about how boring this world is.

Could my power beat Killua or go in a fight? I mean, it doesn't enhance my strength like they did trying to get into Killua's house so physically they must be stronger.

"Y/n! Is there something you would like to share with the class?"

Mr.Aizawas voice seemed almost shot at me as my gaze rose from my phone in my lap to meet him at the front of the room. He looked displeased to say the least. Well good for him, im displeased too, I might not be able to beat a fucking twelve year old in combat.

"Huh?"

"You were grumbling, what's so important you had to tell us, hm?"

I thought it through for a second- just kidding, I never think anything through.

"Oh, well I wasn't sure if I could beat Gon in a fight, but I'm not coming to the realization that if Chrollo is my boyfriend, I shouldn't have to fight anyone at all. I can just be a pretty face in the backgrounds and then after he wins for me i'll suck his-"

"Enough, y/n." Mr.Aizawa no longer held a tired looking face, his eyes were wide and an uncomfortable cringed was set on his face. As I peered at the rest of the class many also had shocked eyes, but unlike our teacher, held faint blushes.

Minus midoriya, his face was completely red and his eyes void of life. I must've killed him, huh.

"Wait!"

In an attempt to regain some dignity, I tried to correct myself.

"I would....not suck his-?"

"Don't even say it, shitty princess !"

"Woah bakugou, you spoke to me on purpose!?"

"Shut up!"

"Hey, how come you call me princess, you like me or something?"

He growled at that, neither of us paying mind to the fact that everyone in the class was either dead from nosebleeds or extremely uncomfortable and staring at us.

"Its cuz you act fucking entitled like a princess"

"I'll be your pillow princes-"

"Enough!" A robotic-like hand sliced the air in front of me. The voice sounded firm, almost more teacher-like than our teacher's voice. I followed my gaze up the hand, not failing to notice how as I drew up the guy's arm his muscles only seemed to get bigger and bigger and- iida?

"Oh class rep-"

"Y/n this vulgar language and border-line harassment needs to cease immediately. I will not tolerante overtly sexual language and acts in this class-"

As he was speaking I noticed something ironic about the situation. If everyone here didn't like sexual jokes or banter, how were they so flustered at comments that objectively should be unknown to them.

"How did you know what I meant, iida?" I rasped in a low sultry voice, allowing my fingers to dance up his arm starting at the wrist in front of my face.

I heard a few chuckles from, who I would say are the only two people enjoying this situation: kaminari and...stinky mineta. Iida's face grew more red than previously and the arms in front of me began shaking.

"Mr.Aizawa it seems I've disarmed the robot. Is there a restart button or something?" I question with a serious face using the search as an excuse to wonder my eyes all over his body. Perverted? Yes. Rightfully attracted to this giant hunk of a nerd. Yes ×10.

"No, there is not." Todoroki, who was in front of me, finally turned around to address me. I guess he was unfazed by my words. Looks like someone here can be cool. Whether he is okay because he is more comfortable with sexual jokes, or because he has yet to pick up on them, its nice that somebody in here can still function. Otherwise, I'd feel like a nuisance.

"Y/n I'm not really sure how to- let's just say to have detention with your m- midnight. Detention. Yeah." Aizawa publicly convinced himself of my punishment?

"Okay"

"Now, back to this, even if you didn't get any offers ALL of you will have an internship"

And so went on the class, kids chose their hero names, not me though. I wasn't even sure I wanted to be a hero at all, this was just a little less boring and sad than the way I lived before. This school had people who laughed in joy, not just to mask the pain. That was the real benefit, not being a hero, or being strong. Likely no one here realized that there were many places where none of this joy was possible.

Some of the kids in class gave me suggestions for a hero name, but I didn't like them anyway. They lacked personality, and while I have many adjectives to describe my personality, my life, none of them are all that heroic.

"Dark element"

"Girl who will die if her quirk doesnt like its environment"

See, I'm not the best at this. Even bakugan names had some sense to it...well no. I'd say we're about the same, but still. Ugh.

~timeskip~

Bakugou pov 😠

She came up with no hero names. Fucking entitled brat. Everyone at this lunch table seems to have no problem with the fact that she is here, just happy to have another pair of tits to stare at like perverts. Their gross. I bet she doesn't even want to be a hero, she sure as hell doesn't act like it. We don't even know what her whole quirk is. Ive seen her do that plant shit a couple times, fucking with flowers or whatever. Still, there's more to it. Something we don't know, at least. Cuz in the middle of class she gets up and whispers to Aizawa and he just lets her go. Where the fuck does she go?

Interrupts class, got into the school because her moms a teacher, won't use her quirk. What a nuisance, I can't believe she is not expelled yet. Plus those bullshit sex jokes are so shitty. She is obviously faking something when she does them. Not like midnight, who always at least seems like she means that gross shit.

"Hey, who did you guys choose for your internship? I haven't chosen yet."

"The number three hero guy," I spoke, knowing I'm the only person here who already chose.

"Really? Best jeanist! That's so cool, but are you sure that for you bakugou?" Shitty hair raised a shitty brow at me.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean!?"

"Just that he seems pretty...uptight..for you?" Dunceface added, but he spoke like it was a question. Of course he is the hero for me, he is the highest ranting hero on my list. If I wanna be number one, I gotta train with the best.

If I go to his agency I'm sure there will be a lot more action, since he is so high ranking. Then i'll get some real experience kicking villain ass, well, other than the USJ.

"Of course he is the right option!"

"Woahhh~"

Shit. It's her voice. I honestly should applaud her for using it less often around me but, how can one small girl be so goddamn annoying. I don't even know what she has to say and I already wish she would just put a sock in it. How can someone so entitled like her, probably never had to lift a finger, walk over here and talk like she has something to say.

"You're working with the best jeanist! So cool, one time he saved me from a group of rapist guys, it was awesome with all these strings everywhere and I could only see half of his face. Oh and he had goofy hair too!"

Oh. I didn't really know how to respond to the girl who looked so excited about almost being violated. Another thing wrong with her? I looked back at the other people at the table to see if they knew how to respond to something like that.

Dunceface was frozen, tape arms were frozen, shitty hair was frozen, and alíen eyes were looking like a lost puppy and trying not to cry.

It didnt seem like the shutty princess was exactly understanding how what she just yelled was making things weird. She just stood there expectantly. She kinda looked like she thought being raped was something that must happen to everyone. Did she think that? Wouldn't put it past her weird ass.

"Uhm...anyways, i'm sure you'll do awesome, he likes to put boys in tight jeans. Wish I could intern too, I'd love to see that boom boom~" she winked.

A perverted joke...and then she had the audacity to wink at me.

"You wish you could see me in tight jeans, shitty extra!"

"I know...thats what a I just said." She dead panned, blinking a couple times at me.

"Tch, screw you!"

"I would-"

"Can it, i don't wanna hear your shitty voice anymore"

The girl stopped herself after my words, pushing all her hair behind her head, except for the two blond stands in the front.

(You don't have to acknowledge these if you don't want, but I made it so that they change color depending on what element your using and I thought it was hot*if you have short hair, then you just got a lil nishinoya type thing 🥰)

Lifted her obnoxious hands that moved around while she talked and made a zipper-like motion over her lips. Then she just stood there looking at me. I really wanted to just let her stand there and go back to eating. Ignore her completely and let her hope fizzle out and die or something like that.

Yet here I am, still looking at her. Silently. Wishing she made a stupid joke so that I could stop flickering between those images I'd seen of her dancing. How even though ballet is a princess fucking dance, the pictures felt nice. Like if I was watching it live I would probably be unable to criticize it. That pissed me off, because I want to hate everything about her, but I can't hate those photos. Where she looks like she is flying, without any need for a quirk.

I see her in that weird gown, and now, in the UA uniform. I see her looking respectable, formal, and serious. Then I see her stupid little smirk as she takes pride in being able to shut up for more than a minute.

"Why are you still standing there?"

Instead of answering, she took her hand up again, made a pinch with her fingers and unzipped her mouth.

"I was enjoying the look in your eyes."she smiled.

The look in my eyes? Could she tell I was seeing two different people? What the hell does that even mean? Even said it without that shitty flirt voice. Like she meant it.

"You tryna make fun of me?"I stood up from the table to get in her face.

"Not right now, maybe later, I gotta do something." She smiled sincerely at me, for a second as she walked away, I forgot about how this conversation started. What a wierd fucking girl. I'll never respect her as a hero. Tch. (Yes, its canon he tchs even in his thoughts)

3rd person POV

Y/n briskly walked out of the cafeteria with a new goal in mind. She would come to remember how maybe being oblivious was a benefit in some ways, but for now, she had a clear plan .

"Mr.Aizawa, let me do an internship."

"You weren't in the festival, I can't just hand you to a hero who has no idea what you can do, y/n."

"Well, you know what I can do, right?"

"No. I'm not doing internships. Stop asking."

"That's not what I meant! You can just tell them, or I could, it's not that hard to explain. Just say i'm all- powerful or some play on words like 'she's got all the right elements' hehe, see how i mimicked your voice there?" Y/n grinned like a child. She was proud of herself.

"No. Still not happening."

"I wanna be an intern too, you raggedy ann looking ass hoe"

"Y/n, it doesn't make sense, insulting me to get what you want?"

"Maybe it doesn't, but I bet you feel real insecure about your hair right now."

"You already have detention, what more do you want!"

"An internship, I wanna do one with kamui Woods, I have a good reason, too. As far as my quirk control, i'm the weakest with earth, the aspect that allows me to grow and manipulate plants and stuff. That's why I've only been using that part of it all month. Im trying to get her up to speed so I can start using all four at once. He is like a tres guy, right? He manipulates earth all day long. He could teach me a lot, and that aspect of my quirk would suit his well. Please!?!?!?"

If the girl had just asked again in a normal way, his answer would have been the same. However Aizawa was taken aback to hear how much thought she put into this. From the stories of the teachers lounge, he came to understand her big life goal, was to rely fully on a rich man or woman, and do nothing at all forever. Just to try and forget about the terrible life she was destined to have because of that quirk.

This side of her was something he could not even her mother had seen, and it prompted him to speak those words she wanted to hear so badly.

"Fine."

#bakugou x you #bakugou x reader #bakusquad #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou fluff #mha fanfiction #mha fluff

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mfbakuhoe · 4 years

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💕🤪Bnha//Crush headcanon🤪💕

Characters: Bakugo Katsuki, Todoroki Shoto, Midoriya Izuku x black!female!reader

Yup, so basically those three cuties, crushing on their black female reader. Btw my first headcon so...uhm whatever.

Enjoy!

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Bakugou Katsuki:

💥 Would pretend to not like you at all

💥is actually pretty interested in you

💥 he really likes your different hairstyles

💥 he likes that you stand out with your hair just like he does (although he stands out anyway)

💥secretly listenes to you when you explain how your hairstyles are done to your classmates

💥 pretends to throw stuff away or ties his shoe next to your table to see and hear you better

💥,,Dude, just come here if you wanna get to know more about her.”

💥,,I DON'T CARE ABOUT HER. SHUT THE FUCK UP SHITTY HAIR"

💥secretly goes easy on you at the summer camp

💥let's you win just to see you smile and hear you laugh

💥,,YES, I DID IT!"

💥,,Did you let her win, Bakugou? She can barely control her quirk."

💥,,ARE YOU DUMB, YOU SHITHEAD? I WANT TO BE THE NUMBER ONE HERO AND NOBODY'S GONNA STOP ME!"

💥,,Whatever you say bro."

💥 pretends not to like you and him being a team

💥,,THAT WE'RE A TEAM, DOESN'T MEAN I'M GOING TO BE NICE TO YOU, GOT IT?"

💥,,Sure, hedgehog."

💥,,STOP LAUGHIN AT ME, CRAZY HAIR!"

💥 Even though he doesn't like the nickname hedgehog, he likes it out of your mouth

💥 blushes whenever you tease him

💥,,DID YOU JUST SCREAM LIKE A BITCH BECAUSE A LEAF TICKLED YOUR THIGH?"

💥._. ,,SHUT UP" *blush* (we all know shut up is pretty fucking nice for Bakugou to say)

💥 doesn't really have that much of a temper with you

💥 ,,Come on Bakugou Kun. You're so fricking slow"

💥,,Hmpf." (SEE, HE JUST HAS AN ATTITUDE WITH YOU! DID HE DRAG YOU THO? NO!)

💥doesn't like, that he likes you

💥,,Hey, Hedgehog Kun, you're actually pretty cool. Let's hang out some time"

💥 will look at you surprised but blush right away

💥,,I KNOW THAT I'M COOL! I'LL PICK YOU UP TOMORROW AT 9. DON'T BE FUCKING LATE OR I'LL KILL YOU"

Todoroki Shoto:

🥶🥵 Likes, that you stand out with your hair and personality

🥶🥵 loves to see you smile

🥶🥵 will secretly support you at exams so you won't fail

🥶🥵 also stares at you alot without denying it

🥶🥵 ,,Todoroki Kun, don't forget to blink!"

🥶🥵,,Thank you, Mina san."

🥶🥵 continues to look at you

🥶🥵 is very interested in your descent and personality

🥶🥵 ,,Y/L/N San, tell me more about you. You are a very interesting person"

🥶🥵 he really likes your different hair styles and haircolors

🥶🥵 is totally supportive about it

🥶🥵 even if he's a little (very) formal

🥶🥵 ,,Maybe you should try red and white braids next time."

🥶🥵 ,,Actually, I should! That would totally give off couple goals vibes.”

🥶😡 blushes at your joke

🥶🥵,,Yeah, sure."

🥶🥵 has the urge to protect you from any villain, who appeared so far

🥶🥵,,Todoroki Kun, I have to fight for myself!"

🥶🥵 ,,I just don't want you to ruin you pretty red and white hair."

🥶🥵 loves to make you laugh with his shitty dry ass jokes

🥶🥵 smiles whenever he can help you, and you being overly thankful for it

🥶🥵 accompanies you home everyday after school

🥶🥵 ,,Hey, Todoroki Kun! You comin' grab some food with us?"

🥶🥵,,Not today. I'm waiting form Y/L/N san. Maybe next time, Midoriya Kun.“

🥶🥵,,You always say that -.-' "

🥶🥵,,You don't have to bring me home, Todoroki Kun"

🥶🥵,,I just like to be sure, everything is alright with you."

🥶🥵 eventually asks you out

🥶🥵 ,,Y/L/N San, You are very pretty inside out. May I take you on a date?"

Midoriya Izuku:

🥦 You're his first friend at the Yuei

🥦 gets really nervous around you

🥦 ,,Midoriya Kun, how do you like my new hair?"

🥦,,I-it's green!"

🥦 appreciates your presence

🥦 asks you A TON about you and your descent

🥦 writes down every information he gets

🥦,,So that's the reason why you skin is so even and beautiful" *mumble mumble*

🥦,,You think my skin is beautiful?"

🥦turns redder than a tomato

🥦 hecticaly stumbles excuses

🥦 supportes you alot in school

🥦 motivates you with his words and mere existence

🥦 plays with your hair

🥦 eventually almost snatches you wig

🥦,,Midoriya Kun, my hair!"

🥦,,I-I'm so sorry, Y/L/N San!"

🥦 helps you with your homework

🥦 goes hair shopping with you and writes down everything AGAIN ._. (Midoriya Kun...)

🥦tries on a wig to make you smile

🥦free meals bro

🥦texting the whole night

🥦unneceessary long phone calls

🥦 also helps you to manage your quirk better

🥦 we all know he's a smol cinnamon roll uwu

🥦 blushes a lot whenever you praise him

🥦,, You're so good at everything, Midoriya Kun!"

🥦,,Th-Thanks, Y/L/N san"

🥦 likes, that you can stand up for yourself and wanting to be as indipendent as possible

🥦 thinks it's cute when you get mad at him for breaking his bones with his quirk

🥦,, STOP SMILING MIDORIYA. I'M DEAD ASS SERIOUS RIGHT NOW"

🥦,,When you're done being mad at me, would you like to go on a date with me?"

#bnha x reader #bnha deku #bnha spoilers #bnha headcanons #bnha midoriya #bnha bakugou #bnha #bnha todoroki #my hero academia #mha izuku #mha todoroki #mha bakugo katsuki

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erissthemean · 5 years

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If only... - Jinx part 2!

Woah. I... Never ever thought that my fic could get so much love. I am so grateful for every comment and every like I received.

The whole fic was supposed to be a one shot, something to get out of my head for once but after reading your comments and seeing how lot of you would want a second part I just couldn't say no.

So this fic will have in total 4 parts. First one you already saw, it was mainly to cover what happened, what led Marinette to becoming Jinx. Second part will cover feelings of Marinette's parents--you're here! This chapter will be probably shorter? I can't really see the word count, so yeah. Enjoy!

Part 1

Part 3

Part 4

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Paris was in chaos. It was only a day after Jinx live transmission ended and dark emotions blossomed all across the city. It was their Ladybug. It was their hero who got hurt, who let herself be akumanitazed. And even if they knew that Chat got the earrings, that be could pick new Ladybug everyone stiil held a despair in their heart. How heroes were supposed to win? How Paris was supposed to look at the fight between them and not suffer?

After the transmission, the story about Marinette's fall flew around the whole city. It didn't take long before wave of criticism crushed the school. If they only did a little bit better. If they only were a little more profesional. People were looking for someone guilty, someone who would take the blame. And no one wanted to be this person.

Day after transmission mayor held a meeting in the city hall. It was supposed to be a way to figure out the plan in the small gathering but it soon became a whole manifestation. People were angry. They wanted the end of the situation and they wanted for their Ladybug to come back.

Mayor forcefully closed the door and blocked them witch heavy chair. Screams and profanities just behind the walls of small room, the song of the hurt. Too strong.

Andre looked around the room. Somehow he managed to gather only a few people. Hopefully that would be enough. The Chat Noir, parents of Marinette, police officer, director of this God forsaken school, the teacher, his daughter, this girl, Lila? And a few friends of the akumatized girl.

"Alright, we have to think about the plan."

"We can't give her anything that she wants!"

"Miss Bustier have you seen what is happening?! This must stop! Marinette killed innocent-!"

"Oh would you shut up!"

Everyone looked at Chloé. She looked... Somehow more pissed than usually.

"Miss Bourgeois, your language-!"

"I said shut up! You're talking nonsense! It's not Dupain-Cheng, duh!"

Andre looked nervous.

"Honey what you..."

"It's not Dupain-Cheng! It's not our Ladybug! It's Akuma! And she has an Akuma because of her!"

Chloé shoot a nasty look in Lila's way. She knew. Chloé was one of the few who didn't believe in Lila's lies. When this whole mess started she didn't for a second believed that Dupain-Cheng did any of this nasty things. After all, she had bullied the blue haired girl for years and she never even smacked her! And this clumsy ass was supposed to push someone off the stairs? Not a chance.

Chat Noir stepped up.

"Okay, okay, let us leave this talk for another time! We have to get a plan!"

The hero turned to Marinette's parents.

"Ma'am, do you know where your daughter is?"

Sabine looked at the boy and gritted her teeth.

"Do I look like I know where she is?!"

Chat Noir looked at her.

She looked like she didn't sleep well for the past month. She looked like she was crying each and every day. She looked like she didn't eat a good meal, like she couldn't force herself to pick up the fork. She looked... fragile. Broken. She looked like she needed comfort and safety but not for herself.

Chat looked at the ground.

"... No" he said softly.

Dupain-Cheng's reported that Marinette was missing a week ago, just when it all started. They were brushed away because Paris was dealing with other problems like a constant reakumanitazations and destructions that weren't magically repairing themselves. And now everyone had to watch how Jinx was making everything worse.

Tom hold his broken hand and tried to look strong. For his wife. For... For his daughter.

If he only believed her then. If he only fought for her, tried to discover the truth... He knew his daughter. He knew that she couldn't do this kind of things. But... But he got this conclusion after it was too late. Now he looked seriously at the Chat Noir.

"What do you want to do."

It wasn't a question. It... Somehow sounded more grim that everything else. Chat looked like he was uncomfortable.

"She... She has to be stopped..."

"You want to hurt her again!"

Tom made a few furious steps toward the hero but was soon stopped by the officer.

"Mister Dupain-Cheng, please calm down! Your daughter is a victim of the Akuma, Chat Noir will try to save her!"

Tom clenched his only good hand. The broken bone remained him what happened day before and suddenly he lost all his strength.

"I... I can't do this."

He left. Sabine didn't go after him, she just sat on one of the couches and cried silently. It wasn't supposed to look like this. She needed her family. Her husband and her little beautiful daughter. Without them she felt so weak. She felt... Useless.

She regretted that day. When she lost her faith in Marinette. When she got herself caught in the lies of this awful girl. The day when she could support her princess a bit more... And maybe she would still have her. And maybe she would still be awake.

But not only this. If she showed her support even before, maybe a lot of things would be different. If she saw how stressed Marinette was, how she sometimes looked like she was so, so tired. Maybe... Maybe she could be a better mom. Maybe she could put her faith in her. Maybe she could... She didn't know! She just felt like she failed and couldn't make it better. She just wished she could at least try... But it was impossible, was it?

At the same time, Tom was walking away. Far, far away. He couldn't just stand there and listen how they wanted to hunt down his little girl. He couldn't listen how they blamed her for everything. Wasn't she just a child? His sweet baby girl. She was the same as every villain that showed up in Paris! She didn't know what she was doing! She... She didn't deserve everyone's hate. Tom stopped and tried to fight off the tears. His little girl. He looked up, at the broken ceiling and screamed.

"Hawkmoth! Hawkmoth, do you hear me?! Come here! Come and get me! Am I not broken enough?!"

Tom felt like he was making a deal with the devil but he didn't care anymore.

"Come and get me! I want to be strong! You gave it to me! Change me again! Hawkmoth!"

He needed this. He needed this strength. Tom felt tears on his cheeks.

"Hawkmoth! You bastard! G-give it to me! I-I.."

He fell to his knees.

"I need to protect her." he whispered. "I need to protect my little girl... Why can't I protect her..."

And he sat there, sobbing. No Akuma came to him. No one answered. He was left alone, weak.

He looked at his arm. It was broken because he was too reckless.

When he saw his daughter he couldn't stay in place. He and Sabine ran to the studio. They didn't care what she did, Marinette was their daughter. They had to make sure she was okay. Or as okay as she could be. When they saw her, they just cried. They tried to tell her to come back, to fight off Akuma... And she smiled. She began moving, floating towards them. One of her ribbons reached out to them... And he stepped up and grabbed it. Suddenly one of the heavy cameras fall over, in one second crushing his arm and hand.

"Huh... Such a luck, hm?"

"Marinette!"

"Marinette what? There is no Marinette."

"It's not like you! Please honey, stop this madness!"

The girl cocked her head.

"Stop it? But... If I stop I will go back to sleep. That's what you want?"

"No! No, no, no! Please Marinette!"

"Besides... It's not like me? That's funny."

She wrapped herself in ribbons, suddenly flickering even more than seconds ago.

"Last time something like that happened, you believed it was something I could do. What was that? Ah, yes. Pushing Lila, this little..." Jinx made and ugly face. "This... This girl from stairs. That's almost like I tried to kill her! Isn't it worse than what just happened? If you could believe I did it then, then why don't you believe it now? I mean... At least someone saw me doing it, right~?"

Sabine cried.

"Please... I... Miss you so much..."

"And you still want me to give this up. I won't be trapped anymore. I'm free now mom. Isn't it better?"

Jinx didn't wait for an answer. She just disappeared, leaving her parents alone. To cry and wait for someone to help...

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woossexyponytail · 4 years

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Chapter three, The troublemakers

Ateez x reader

Ateez pirate au

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The door slammed open revealing a young man with purple hair, his red dirty shirt open and only two of the last buttons closed showing off his bare chest, a large scar across his stomach.

"Oh! A female.. GUY'S THEIRS A FEMALE ON BOARD. And she is pretty" he said eyeing me, I blushed at him looking down at his boldness.

"Wooyoung shut your trap" Yeosang told him rolling his eyes at him, the guy, Wooyoung smiled at him then laughed loudly.

"Show respect to the lady" Seonghwa said walking in to the cabin smacking Wooyoung on the head. Wooyoung groaned rubbing where he was hit.

"Ok sorry" Wooyoung whined as he slumped his posture and started to pout some others walked in one was amost as tall as Yunho while the other two were taller then Wooyoung but shorter then Yunho.

"Yn, this is Wooyoung, that's San next to him is Jongho and the tall guy is Mingi. Guys this is Yn our new crew member" Yeosang introduced us all.

"Nice to meet you Yn" San said he had black hair that was slicked back with a white strip, he smiled kindly at me as he gently kissed my hand, making me blush a little.

The next up as Mingi as he gave me a crooked Smile and a small wave, he had red hair that pushed to the side, his clothing was like all the others a dirty white shirt and brown trousers and boots.

"Pleasure to meet you gorgeous" Wooyoung said walking up to me and placing his lips to my hand for another gentle kiss like San just did. He looked up with a smirk and winked at me after that but then Yeosang pushed him away.

The last was Jongho but just like Mingi he just smiled and waved at me, maybe the two are shy?. Well either way I'll get to know them soon enough.

"I can't believe you four, you actually did it" Hongjoong said as he was the last to walk through the door, closing behind him as he chuckled shaking his head.

"What you didn't believe in us? I'm hurt captain! You gave us a job and we completed it. Where's the gratitude?" Wooyoung asked faking being hurt as he pouted again.

"Shut it you idiot" Hongjoong said as he sat down on to the desk taking out what looks like a ruby, opening the draw on his desk and getting out the sapphire as he placed them together.

"Now we need to get one more right? Where is it?" Mingi asked his voice was very deep I wasn't really expecting that. Looking over at Hongjoong he placed the two gemstones on the desk and looked up.

"Tortuga, is our last stop until we get to Utopia. It will take about a week to get there" he said as he looked around at all of us they nodded as I just stood there with my arms crossed.

"All hands on deck" Hongjoong said as the crew all ran out, I stayed behind wanting to ask Hongjoong something and not infront of the crew.

"You alright love?" He asked walking up to me as I thought about how to say it, I looked up at him as he smiled down settling my ease.

"How did you know about my father?" I asked, thinking about what Yeosang said earlier, Hongjoong sighed then bit his lip.

"I might of done a bit of research with Yeosang help, but don't worry about it to much love" he said as he walked out of the doors leaving me in the room on my own.

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The sea, perfectly calm, was like a peaceful lake, and its soft murmurs were scarcely audible, the waves seemed to sleep, as I saw a line of dark blue marked the curve of the horizon. The flat sea stretched in all directions, the afternoon sun scattering diamonds across it's surface as Seagulls wheeled overhead, carried by the cool ocean breeze.

We have been at sea for about a day now, I sat atop of one of the mast as the calm wind blew through my hair. I heard someone climbing up towards me, looking down I saw San as he sat beside me giving me a smile.

"You okay?" He asked his smile still bright as the sun, I hummed at him as I closed my eyes letting the warm sun gracefully moved around my skin.

"I'm just wondering what would of happened if I didn't follow Hongjoong, And how my father is" I whispered softly to him, San kept quiet for a little while before talking.

"You know my father would describe sailing as flying over water, dancing over the white crested waves, cleaving a path through the wind whipped water.

He would say it was freedom to him, to set sail into the wide blue and leave the duties of the land behind him. He said that the water called to him like a lover and whispered sweet nothings in his ears. He longed to feel the breaking of the waves on his prow as the boat headed out into the drink for a long voyage.

I never understood him, why he would waste away at sea when he had a family that needed him on shore, that is until he died there was nothing on land to keep me there after my mother passed away. So I sailed on any ship that wanted me. And I finally understood what he meant back then"

"What I'm trying to say is, Your father is probably worried about you, but if he leaves you for his own adventure, why can't you?" He said after that he started climbing down but stopped quickly looking up at me.

"It will be night soon, come down in a bit to have dinner with us ok?" He said that bright smile on his face as he climbed back down, leaving me to the peace of the afternoon ocean.

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I saw Mingi as he was sat bellow deck a box next to him with a lot if different things placed in the box.

"Mingi, what are you doing?" I asked walking up to him, the young man flinched at the sound of my voice and quickly looked behind him to smile at me.

"Yn! I'm just cleaning the weapons don't want them breaking on us if we get in trouble now can we" he said laughing, I giggled along with him as he patted the chair next to him.

"Come take a seat I'll show you a few things" he said as I sat down next to him and watched what he was doing.

"We fill pots of metal or glass with gunpowder and attached a fuse" he said showing a metal ball it looked like what Hongjoong used in the cell.

"Chain shot they do little damage but slow down enemy ships." He said hold up some chains that are placed in the canons.

"You see, seeing a pirate flag cause lots of fear. This is one of the best examples of the effect that we have on our victims. Our reputation as villains makes our jobs easier as most would rather surrender than fight." I nodded with interest.

We walked back up on deck together as he finished off his talk, Hongjoong then called out to the crew, we all looked over at him.

"We're looking out for Merchants, Boys. Them that's fat with cargo!" Hongjoong yelled to the crew as we got ready to fight, well the crew San grabbed my hand keeping me with him.

"Find us a Schooner with that Spyglass, Wooyoung." Seonghwa yelled up to him as Wooyoung nodded and searched for a ship.

After a few minutes, Wooyoung yelled pointing in the direction of a ship in the distance, Hongjoong sailed the ship over the the merchant boat.

"Fire what Cannons you will, and land a few Strikes if you must. BUT FOR GOD'S SAKE DON'T SINK HER." Hongjoong yelled the last part, I stood watching the crew run in different directions.

"It's no fun fishing Cargo out of the sea. Although it can be done." Hongjoong whispered under his breath but loud enough that San and I could hear.

The merchant ship blew up, I jumped at the sound, San rubbed my back telling me that the crew would all be fine.

The ship got closer to the now stopped merchant ship, San dragged me away so I wouldn't see, but I still heard the whole thing.

"Good day to you sir! I am Captain Kim and this is my Crew. We're sailors like yourselves, but quite unalike in our Purpose. For we intend to take all that you own. Yet no Harm shall befall any Man, so long as they remains at Ease. Is that clear?" I heard Hongjoong say to the other crew.

"Don't kill me, Sir! I have a Family. Please!" A man's voice was heard I looked over at San and he smiled sheepishly at me.

"Tell your friends we're stealing your goods. And we won't hurt nobody if everyone stays as still as a sandbar. You got that?" Hongjoong said, I sighing knowing that they won't hurt anyone.

"Lock 'em in the hold, and take everything that isn't nailed down." Seonghwa said, the sound of footsteps rushing around was heard as the boys came back with stuff in their hands.

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As night fell the blue haze of day lifted to reveal the stars. The stars shone as sugar spilt over black marble, glistening in the sun. The night sky was such a welcome sight, appearing like magic at each sunset, promising to return as it faded in dawn's first light.

I sat on the fore mast in the calm, this has become one of my favourite things to do, to just watch the calming sea.

"What are you doing up here on you're own?" Wooyoung asked sitting next to me, I have become use to one of the crew sitting with me in silence, maybe to get to know me or to enjoy the silence.

"It's peacefully beautiful" I said looking up at the night sky, the stars hung above us, as if strung in the air by invisible strings. Wooyoung hummed, I felt his eyes on me as I looked over smiling shyly at him.

"So Wooyoung tell me about yourself" I said watching him, Wooyoung's eyes widened then he giggled at me a light blush appearing on his cheeks.

"There's nothing really to say about me. I grew up as an orphan, when I was old enough I ran away and got on a ship" he said shrugging as he looked out to the horizon.

"How did you get in this ship?" I asked still watching him, he was more interesting then the night sky.

"The ship I was on sunk it's how I got this scare, Then the Aurora sailed passed saw me and dragged me on board, been here ever since" he said, his hand rubbing his stomach, I nodded, my focus going back to the sky.

"Come on it's getting late" Wooyoung said as he stood up holding out his hand, I looked at his hand then to his face, he smiled brightly at me as I grabbed his hand as he helped me get up, walking down to the cabins.

Opening the doors Yeosang, Yunho, San, Mingi and Jongho sat in their hammocks, looking up they smiled at us as Wooyoung and I went to our own hammocks.

"One more day at sea then will be in Tortuga, are you excited about it, Yn?" Yeosang asked as he looked over at me.

"How is Tortuga different from the rest of the islands?" I asked laying back watching the guys laugh.

"Tortuga is the city of piracy home to all pirates, a safe haven one might say" San told me, I nodded in understanding.

"Who are we supposed to meet?" I asked, the guys looked at one another with a confused look on their faces, finally looking back at me.

"We don't know" Yunho said as the rest layed down and started drifting off to sleep, I layed there thinking about the person we are supposed to meet.

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I was in the kitchen helping Yunho when he asked me to go and grab some apples for lunch, I nodded making my way to the cargo hold at the bottom of the ship.

As I made my way down the stairs I heard singing, peeking around I saw Jongho stand his back towards me as he sang, there was somthing in his hands that I couldn't see.

I watch him for a while liking how soothing his voice is, he is a very good singer that's for sure. The younger boy turned around and froze seeing me standing there.

"Please don't tell my hyungs that I was breaking apples again" he asked me a sheepish smile on his face as he scratched his head, I smiled walking closer to him.

"I won't tell a soul" I said the boy smiled at me happy to hear that, I grabbed a basket that was to the side and placed some apples in there.

"Our we having apple's for lunch again?" He asked, I nodded my head as he smiled brightly at me.

"Here let me help" he said grabbing the basket from me as we walked to the kitchen, on the way I got to curious and asked about his life.

"Hmm, not much to say. My mother looked after me taught me how to pick pocket, showed me how to live on the streets. She passed away shortly afterwards, one day I pick pocket Hongjoong hyung. Instead of cutting my hands off he asked if I wanted to come aboard his ship as a crew member" he said I nodded as we got to the kitchen.

Opening the door for him Jongho walked in first seeing Yunho busying himself with cooking as Jongho placed the basket down on the table.

"I could teach you, you know. How to pick pocket, if you want" he said smiling, I thought about it for a few moments, it could be useful.

"Sure why not, sounds fun!" I said laughing we both laughed together as Yunho shook his head at us, Hongjoong then came in to the room a smirk on his face.

"What happened to 'I don't steal'?" He asked me, I blushed looking down as Hongjoong laughed patting me on my shoulder.

"We've corrupted you already have we?" Seonghwa asked chuckling to himself as he walked in with Yeosang, who smiled at me.

"Well she is a part of the crew now, she needs to learn somethings about being a pirate" Yeosang said shrugging, the others nodded agreeing.

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I was standing on deck with Jongho as he taught me how to pick pocket, I had successfully pick pocket a ring from Wooyoung who still hasn't noticed.

"Yn, here" Hongjoong said walking up to us as he passed me a sword, I grabbed it looking at it then at Hongjoong wondering why he gave it to me.

"You need to learn how to protect yourself if we get in to a fight" he said Jongho who stood next to me walked off to the side as he watched us.

"Uh can't I carry on hiding with San?" I asked noticing San behind Hongjoong who smiled when I asked that, Mingi shortly join us as well.

"You will but you need to learn, Mingi will teach you, San will watch to make sure you don't die in the process" Hongjoong said as he nodded to Mingi then San as he walked off.

"Die?" I asked looking over at Mingi then to San, I was terrified, they both started to laugh as Yeosang walked up to me.

"Don't worry Mingi won't hurt you" Yeosang said as he rubbed my shoulder, I nodded taking breath as Mingi showed me how to hold a sword probably.

After a few hours I was able to get the basic down, the boy's all cheered me on, wanting to see Mingi fail, after a few more rounds I was finally able to pin Mingi with the sword.

"See I knew you could do it" Yeosang said as the guy's clapped Mingi pouted once he lost but then laughed as he patted me on the back telling me well done.

"Land head!" Wooyoung yelled as we all turned around seeing the huge island that was getting bigger the closer we got, tuns of ship docked, as the island was crowded.

"Yn, Welcome to Tortuga" San said walking up behind me, Mingi next to me as he smiled with excitement, Jongho watched rubbing his hands together, probably thinking about stealing. The whole island looked colourful as I watched in amazement.

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Julie Plec Says Josie and Landon Will Face 'Relationship Hurdles' in Legacies Season 2

[Warning: The following contains spoilers for the Season 2 premiere episode of Legacies. Read at your own risk!]

Legacies sure didn't waste any time doling out emotional devastation in Season 2. Though we were expecting Hope's (Danielle Rose Russell) exile in Malivore to last longer than it did, we're glad to have her home — even if no one else is.

A quick recap: While the witches, werewolves, and vampire students at the Salvatore School all went their separate ways to enjoy summer vacation, the tribrid they'd forgotten spent her vacay trapped in a hell dimension. But it didn't take her long to realize that her plan to destroy Malivore by throwing herself into the pit probably didn't fully work because her vampire side is still dormant on account of the fact she's never died before. C'mon girl, rookie mistake!

So while she and Clarke (Nick Fink) toiled away inside Malivore together, Landon (Aria Shahghasemi) spent his summer drowning himself over and over again in order to get glimpses of the love he'd lost but couldn't quite remember. Josie (Kaylee Bryant) eventually gave him a serious lecture on self-harm, though, and they ended up developing a budding new romance.

That was all well and good... until Hope found a way to free herself from Malivore and return to Mystic Falls. The catch to this fortuitous turn of events, of course, is that exiting Malivore didn't restore anyone's memories of her, meaning all of Hope's loved ones have no idea who she is. This girl just just can't catch a break!

TV Guide spoke with showrunner Julie Plec about this latest devastating development, and what it means for Hope and all her friends moving forward.

What was the most fun part about creating a world in which no one remembers Hope?

Julie Plec: I really wanted to see how Alaric (Matthew Davis) handled himself without his sidekick. His relationship with Hope is such a great Giles-Buffy dynamic, and when left to his own devices, without her as his co-captain, I wanted to see what that looked like. Where we had fun was in how we rebuilt that relationship even though he has no idea who she is.

Now that she's back, how is Hope going to navigate this world where everyone she loves has no clue who she is?

Plec: She's got a real big decision to make. She's got to decide, 'Do I just knock on the front door of the school and say, hey I'm back and here's who I am,' or does she follow that instinct in her head — whether it's true or not — that everyone's better off without her? It's not a decision that she can make right away. It's not even a decision that's going to be smart when she makes it, and that's part of the fun of her character. She's so strong and yet she's capable of making these kind of emotional mistakes, and I want to see how that goes for her.

Is there any hope left that she could get people's memories of her back?

Plec: If and when she chooses to stay, it will presumably be because she thinks that there's a world where she can fit back into her old life again. But it's a precarious existence episode to episode, and it does a number on her emotionally. She wants so much to be back in the comfort of the world that she left behind, but she also knows that in doing so she'll be more disruptive than she will be beneficial, and that gives her pause.

What can you tease about how this Hope-related memory loss will shift things around with all the relationships she'd built with people at the Salvatore School?

Plec: She meets everybody as a stranger, and her decision on how to engage with each of these individual people is a lot of fun to watch.

Clarke seems to have recommitted to being his father's minion, but we did see a softer side of him in the premiere. How much of him is capable of being saved?

Plec: I think any time a villain makes a decision to be a bad guy, it's based on feeling deeply and emotionally wounded. There's always hope for them to be redeemed, but first he's got to get himself out of there. So, we'll see how that goes.

As for this new ominous, hooded figure we saw, can you say anything about this person and how worried we should be about what he or she is up to?

Plec: I can say that its identity is a mystery and a fun reveal when the hood finally comes off.

How long can we expect to wait to see Peyton Alex Smith again, since Rafael (Peyton Alex Smith) is still very much trapped as a wolf?

Plec: Well, I can tell you you won't have to wait too long, but it's also not immediate... It definitely is not an easy transition back into his regular life. He is someone who's always struggled, so he's used to the struggle. It's so hard, especially for Landon seeing his friend suffer so much. So it's going to really drive Landon to want to do something to help Raf make it through this hard time.

What's on tap for Josie and Landon romantically this season now that they've acknowledged the connection between them?

Plec: They have such a sweet friendship that they were able to build over the first episode that becomes romantic, and those are the best ones in a lot of ways. They're the ones that [are] built [on] a solid footing. But also, they're two very co-dependent people, who really like taking care of other people. They're not really used to people taking care of them, so it creates a lot of early relationship hurdles that are sort of fun and sad all at the same time.

And just for my peace of mind, does Landon have a phoenix resurrection limit we should be worried about?

Plec: That is the question, and it's the question we will be asking every time he goes down, because we don't know.

My nerves are going to love that, so thanks.

Plec: So will Hope's and Josie's.

Josie seems to have dropped the Ascendant thing, for now, having found out about Evil Uncle Kai (Chris Wood), but is that door firmly shut or should we keep an eye on it?

Plec: Well, it's never firmly shut because it's something that is haunting them from afar. It's the thing that's going to impact their future, but they definitely do make a pledge to each other that they're going to try to live their lives, in spite of it.

Lizzie (Jenny Boyd) has a new love interest headed her way in Sebastian (Thomas Doherty). What can you say about how their relationship will develop?

Plec: He smolders, let's just put it that way. He's mysterious, he's probably a little dangerous, he's that great, old-school creature that we all used to love. Dropping him into a contemporary, newly woke universe is probably not the best place he's ever been, and yet it's fun to watch an old-school vampire learn the rules of being a new-school vampire, especially when MG is the one teaching those rules.

We also know Aunt Freya (Riley Voelkel) will be paying us a visit this season, so what can you say about what brings her back around?

Plec: One thing I can say about Riley's episode is that it's not Hope who goes and brings Freya to Mystic Falls. It's somebody else, which I think will be an interesting dynamic.

Twitter also very much wants to know, what are the odds of seeing Penelope Park (Lulu Antariksa) back in Season 2?

Plec: I love how much everybody loves Penelope Park, and maybe one day.

Legacies airs Thursdays at 9/8c on The CW.

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