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geesecannotlove · 3 years

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I'm back at it again with children of pro heros, it's just a bunch of poorly put together concepts that I am uncertain how to actually string together in a story line. I did a poll or two on twitter that changed some stuff and I haven't gone back and edited the first half yet whoopsie.

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Pro Hero KiriBaku as parents but they're at the peek of their careers so they're young and stupid

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"Sweet pea, make sure you load the dishwasher this morning." Eijirou hummed as he found his place next to his child on their broken down couch.

"Sure dad." They sighed, eyes still glued to the book in their hands.

"Hey." Katsuki grunted from where he was still pulling on his shoes, "Look at your dad when he's fucking talking to you."

"Katsuki." Eijirou scolded.

"Tch."

Their child closed the book their finger still stuck between the pages. Crimsion eyes that mirrored Katsuki's own stared blankly.

"I was just-" they started.

"I don't want to hear it. Do the damn dishes, I'm going to start the fucking car Ei." Katsuki snarled, slamming the front door of their cozy little home.

"He's just stressed sweet pea." Eijirou whispered running a hand through their caramel brown locks. A muddy combination of Katsuki's own and their mother.

"Dad, does papa love me?" Their candy coloured eyes welled up with tears unable to tear away from the slammed door.

"Of course he does. Oh love, your papa loves you more than anything."

Eijirou shut the door behind him softly. The ticking clock waiting for no one. Villians still ravishing and civilians in need. But his eyes were wet and his shoulders sagged.

"What the fuck happened Ei?" Katsuki hissed in the bubble of their car.

"They don't think," A flood gate of tears had opened then, "They don't think you love them Katsuki."

"What?" Katsuki's voice cracked and his brows scrunched tight, "Of course I do."

. . .

"Papa?" Their voice crackling over the line, "Papa can you hear me?"

"Give me a second champ." His gruff voice echoed back, a series of thuds following it, "Okay. Hello?"

"Hi papa." The choaked out, a nasty sob still caught in their throat.

"What's going on?" Katsuki sighed, sleep still clinging to his speech.

"My, um." His child breathed deeply, "My date left me on the side of the road. I don't have my wallet to call a cab."

"They did fucking what?" Katsuki's near scream awoke the slumbering man beside him.

"Kats? What's going on?" Eijirou grumbled, rubbing at his eyes. Taking in the image of his blurry husband slamming around their room.

"I'm going to fucking kill Kaminari and his asshole kid." Katsuki snarled.

"Papa, no no no. It wasn't Uncle Denki's kid. They were just a cover." Fat tears running down their child's face, "Fuck, papa I lied and I'm sorry."

"Fuck." Katsuki hissed throwing the phone at his calmer half, "Fucking deal with this Ei, be in the car in five."

He threw his phone and stumbled from the room before Eijirou had the chance to fully understand what was happening. His rumbling voice attempting to sooth his precious child while pulling on a sweater.

"Lying, Eijirou." Katsuki slammed his fist against the wheel, his hands crackling in the dark, "They fucking lied to us."

"Katsuki you can't yell at them when we get there. They're scared."

"I'm fucking scared Eijirou, that's my baby." Katsuki choaked out, eyes never leaving the road but an orange glow cast over his features, showing of the flushed frustration and beginnings of tears.

"I know Katsuki. It's going to be okay. We'll get through this together."

. . .

"Okay kids," a faceless woman smiled at the crowd of her young students, "Today we will be making mother's day cards."

"I don't have a momma." The little voice of the Bakugo child called from the back of the room.

"Then imagine what you think your momma looks like." The teacher smiled with a sickeningly sweet expression.

"Dad?" Their little voice called again in the passenger seat of Eijirou's sleek business car once the day had final come to an end.

"What's up bud?" He hummed, glancing over only slightly to take in the heartbroken expression his child wore.

"I don't have a mom." They started slowly.

"No you don't baby, is that a problem? You can always talk to Auntie Mina if you need anything your Papa and I don't know a lot about." Eijirou laughed anxiously.

"I know." They whispered, "Please don't be mad dad."

"Oh sweet heart, why would I be mad?" Eijirou pulled their car into the driveway, eyes trained on the young child he and Bakugo had raised together from the very beginning.

"It's mother's day." They supplied as they handed over the crumpled drawing from class. A cartoon like drawing of Bakugo and Camie stared back at Eijirou and suddenly his chest felt hallow and his cheeks burned with the stale smile he offered.

"Ah. I'm not mad champ."

"Please don't cry dad." Their voice wet with tears mimicking the ones in Kirishima's cherry eyes.

"I'm not. Promise. Go ahead and run in. Tell papa I'll be right there." Eijirou whispered his grip still firm on the paper his child had given him.

It was silly to be so worked up Eijirou chanted to himself. They didn't know better, and their teacher didn't understand. Their little home held one picture of Bakugo and Camie. One that made Eijirou's bones ache. Camie stood with her hand rested over a barely there bump. Katsuki and Eijirou's wedding rings already secure and friendship supposedly the line drawn in the sand between the two blonds. But Eijirou had done the math like a wave washing away the mark. Their precious child had been Katsuki's one and only lapse of loyalty.

"Eijirou." Katsuki was yanking the door open, eyes lost and afraid, "Ei I'm so sorry."

"What?" Eijirou croaked suddenly painfully aware of the tears that tracked down his face and the soiled drawing in his lap.

"I love you." Katsuki whispered with hands too tentative to be his own. The skin jumping with the desire to blast away the pain on his lover's face. It was an old wound, but it stung from time to time. And no amount of nitroglycerin could blow it away. Katsuki had learned it the hard way.

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"Quirkless." Eijirou repeated the doctor, his grip pulling his only child flush to his chest.

"Yes Mr. Bakugo." The woman said with a small smile, "Quite rare these days."

"Dad?"

"Yes sweetie?" Kirishima whispered.

"Does that mean no booms like papa?" They hummed back, big crimsion eyes so unassuming and innocent.

"Yeah baby, no booms." Kirishima sighed, brushing light brown locks from their round little face.

"Then I'll be like uncle Deku!" They cheered, tiny hands clapping and a grin.

"Come on sweet pea, let's go tell papa." Kirishima hummed, trying to avoid the conversation his child was clearly too young to grasp. To explain a secret such as Midoriya would be to destroy hero society when given to a mouth that hardly stays quiet.

The Bakugo child propped up on Eijirou's hip as they strolled through the lobby to DynaRiots up and coming agency. A pointed smile and childish waves directed at everyone who came close enough to the pair. Tiny feet slapping across the floor once they were set down. An excited grin as they dove into the arms of a waiting Katsuki. Strong arms spinning them through the air and a sloppy kiss placed on their forehead beneath caramel bangs brushed back by scared hands.

"Papa papa!" They cheered, "I got no boom booms, cause I'm like Uncle Deku!"

"What?" Katsuki barked out a startled laugh, vermilion eyes darting to Eijirou's own.

"The doctor confirmed my thoughts Kats." Eijirou sighed, a defeated smile over his features.

"I can't wait to tell Uncle Deku and auntie Raka." They continued to celebrate on their papa's lap. A care free smile on their rosy cheeks.

"I love you kid." Katsuki sighed, eyes watery as he hugged their child once more.

"Papa, your beard." They whined, little arms shoving.

"Well, you and Dad better be off then." Katsuki relented, "I'll call Deku and his family for dinner tonight okay champ?"

"Okay papa!"

Eijirou leaned over his husband to share a breif kiss, their hands lingering and gazes full of so many unsaid things.

"She should know too." Eijirou whispered, "Just, wait for me. Okay?"

"Okay." Katsuki agreed easily, placing another kiss on his Husband's jaw and shooing the duo away with a playful rumble of a laugh and snarl.

Shaking hands racing for the phone stored in his desk. His breath uneven and his eyes pinched shut as his emergency contact number two rang an idle sound by his ear.

"Izuku?" Katsuki's voice crackled over the line, distorted and timid.

"Kacchan, are you okay? Where are you, I can be there immediately." Midoriya's rambling tone filled the silences and rekindled the frustration that lived in Katsuki.

"Fuck you Deku I'm fine." Katsuki snapped.

"Oh. Okay." Izuku laughed in that loud way that dominated the room he was in, "What're you calling for?"

"They're Quirkless. And they think that means they're like you." Katsuki grumbled, am odd feeling swelling in his chest, "I don't know what to do."

"What do you mean Kacchan?" Izuku hummed, but with the edge to his voice, Katsuki they both knew why that falling feeling was eating away at Katsuki's heart.

"I'm sorry Deku. For being such an ass. I'm going to get it right this time." Katsuki whispered.

"I know you will Kacchan. I'm not mad at you." Izuku said back, his voice pitching in a way Katsuki knew his cheeks had given way to happy dimples.

"Come to dinner?"

"Course."

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"I'm going to be a hero!" They smiled brightly clinging to Eijirou's leg warm brown hair exploding outward.

"Yeah you will bud." Katsuki smiled at their kid, ruffling their hair before pecking his husband on the cheek, "Are you sure you don't want me to come with?"

"Nah we got it, don't we sweetie?" Kirishima was running a gentle hand through their unruly locks.

"Yeah yeah yeah, dad let's go." They whined growing impatient, "Uncle Denki will beat us there."

"He wasn't even on time to his own wedding." Katsuki snorted, a hand in thick gloves once again messing up the strands Eijirou had corrected.

"Papa stop it." They whined, little fists swinging around to push their father away.

"Yeah papa." Eijirou scolded with a playful frown.

"Alright alright. I'm off to work then. See you for dinner." Katsuki laughed his lips once again finding Eijirou's.

"Gross." They groaned, little fingers lacing with Eijirou's own huge hands, "Dad we gotta go."

"Okay sweet pea, get buckled in the car, okay?"

"Yes!" They clapped, dashing the short distance to their waiting car, "Bye bye papa."

"Bye bye." Katsuki mumbled, glaved hands finding his Husband's, "What are we supposed to tell them?"

"We just support them Kats." Eijirou hummed, leaning up to peck at Katsuki's jaw, "Now get going before you're late and I get an earful."

The park was small and hidden away and the twisting roads of their neighborhood. A little park bench beneath a tree a playground not far. The gentle breeze charged with energy and Eijirou and his child approached Denki and his own. A little face with purple hair that rippled with sparks as they bounced excitedly words falling from their lips.

"Uncle Eiji!" They all but screamed, rubber gloved hands wrapping partially around Eijirou's legs. His skin hardening only slightly against the sporadic spark that sizzled out into the open.

"Hey." Eijirou smiled, "Got your quirk huh? Just like your daddy!"

"Yeah yeah yeah!" Golden eyes darting over to the Bakugo child, "Did you get the boom booms like your papa?"

"Nope! I'm gonna be like Uncle Deku!" They rambled back, a proud smile on rosy cheeks.

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"I want to join the hockey team." Their loud voice booming as soon as they'd kicked open the door.

"What?" Katsuki asked his hands fiddling to turn up the volume of his aids, his first day off cut short. The book in his lap forgotten.

"The hockey team papa. They're holding try outs next week."

"We can talk with your dad tonight then champ." Katsuki grumbled, his hands rubbing at tired red eyes.

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"Camie?" Katsuki grumbled into the phone thrown into the center of the table. The crackled sound of movement echoed through their little kitchen.

Eijirou stood stiffly at the counter, packing a lunch for their kid's field trip tomorrow. Big hands dwarfing the little tupperware.

"Katsuki?" Her purring voice echoed over the line.

"And Eijirou." Kirishima spat out faster than he meant to, his tone sharp and his breath too heavy.

"Shame. What do you need Kats?" Her voice made Eijirou's stomach clench and his heart feel like it was stopping all together It felt like heart break everytime the conversation dragged on longer than necessary.

"Well Ei and I were worried about our baby so Ei took them to the doctor. And we just wanted you to know they're Quirkless." Katsuki breathed out quickly, guilt pulling his muscles taught.

"Well at least they don't have mine. Sure that would be a bitter pill to swallow wouldn't it Ei?" Camie snickered into the line.

"Fuck off." Katsuki snapped, dangerous fingers already ending the call before Eijirou could collect his thoughts.

"Papa? Dad?" Little feet pattered into the kitchen, red eyes tired and confused.

"Oh sorry dear, did we wake you up?" Eijirou cooed, stiff muscles melting away as he scooped them up into his arms.

"Couldn't sleep. Sing me a song Dad?"

"Course champ, come on." Eijirou hummed, his eyes pointedly avoiding Katsuki's own pleading hues as they left the kitchen.

The gravely sound of Eijirou's version of a lullaby drifting through their halls. Katsuki sat on the floor outside the bedroom, waiting for Eijirou. His head tilted back and his chest tight when the singing stopped and loud snores replaced it. Katsuki's socked feet tip toed into the room where Eijirou and their child had squeezed together on their small bed.

"Eijirou, can I lay with you?" Katsuki whispered, hating the nervous tint his voice had taken in the still darkness around them.

An echoing snore his only response from his exhausted husband.

"You can always lay with us Papa." A sleepy voice came after the loud sound.

If he cried it was once the room feel into the static of twin breaths. His front pressed as close to Eijirou as he could, arm thrown across his waist and rubbing his child's back softly.

. . .

"I want them home by 9." Eijirou said sweetly, a practiced smile showing off pointed teeth. A plain faced boy staring back eyes wide and face tinted.

"Yes sir, Red Riot sir." The boy choaked out.

"Good. And Mr. Bakugo is fine. Have fun you two." Eijirou laughed

"Dad, tell Papa I love him." They smiled back, fingers intertwined with the boy from school before they were disappearimg into his parents' car.

Katsuki stormed into the house. Short fuse long sense burned up and eyes still smudged with black paint around his eyes.

"You let them go on a date?" Katsuki bellowed face flushed and eyes hopeless.

"They're 15 Kats." Eijirou hummed, "Besides he was wearing a Red Riot jacket."

"It's worse when you say they went out with one of your groupies Red." Katsuki grumbled, arms crossed.

Eijirou's expression gave way to a bubbling laughter. His eyes scrunched up and shoulders shaking.

"God Katsuki, don't say that."

"It's the fucking truth!"

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They stood with a volleyball tucked beneath the crook of their arm. Short caramel hair pushed back with a plastic white headband and red eyes sparkling and a playful smile on their lips.

"Dad you wanna play with us?" The scar that danced across their lips pulled as they talked, a consequence of simply existing as the child of top pro heros.

The boy from her class smiling neverously, gangly fingers toying at the brace that encased his elbow.

"Hey sweet pea, hanging out with your friend?" Kirishima winked at the duo as he fixed his loose bun of ruby red hair.

"Getting ready to practice serves but we could play doubles instead of you and Papa wanted to." They smiled with all their teeth in more of a challenging smirk.

"I don't want to interrupt your time together champ." Kirishima smiled warmly his gears shrugged off and loose in his hands.

"Its not a problem right bro?" The young bakugo cackled, bumping their hip into the other.

"Of course not Mr Red Riot sir, it would be an honor to practice with you and Mr Dynamite." The boy started to ramble, his pale features flushed with embarrassment.

"Just Eijirou is fine around the house kid." Kirishima's booming laugher filled the air, "I'll go get your papa."

"Thanks Dad!"

Eijirou came back with red hair tied in a tight tail at the top of his head, showing off the black undercut he'd added to his brand fairly recently. Tan skin straining beneath a tight bapck tank top and taco patterned athletic shorts clung to his thighs. The hulking figure of Dynamite in lounge clothes close behind, blond hair pushed back in the same way as his child's.

"Papa, you've still got paint on your face." The scolded lightly, the hand that wasn't holding the volleyball proped against their side perched Itself on their hip.

"Won't stop me from kicking you and your dad's groupie's ass." Bakugo snarled.

"Papa."

"Katsuki." The other Bakugo's scolded, while the school house friend hid his blushing face in his hands.

"I'm sorry Mr. Dynamite sir, but I'm the team captain of the middle school team." The shy boy from before had melted away once the youngest Bakugo had bumped the ball to him.

"Try me fucker." Katsuki laughed, his ego stoked by the boy's insistence on calling him by his hero name.

"He's the best at school." The Bakugo child cheered knees bent and ready to jump spike the ball over the net erected in the Bakugo household front lawn.

"I'm the best at everything twerps."

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That's the end of the first lil bit. With the help of twitter pals I've given the children all names. :) I hope you enjoyed

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canary3d-obsessed · 3 years

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Ep 17 part one

(Masterpost of all the rewatches) (Canary’s pinboard of original content)

Warning: Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Inaccessible

Wei Wuxian hides in a boat among the lotuses next to a pier in Lotus Pier, the second-most-literally-named home in the show, after The Burial Mounds. This pier has a railing that goes all the way around it, without any ladders or anything. Not to be ADA on main but this means if you can't Jedi jump, you're fucked.

Hefeng Liquor

While Wei Wuxian waits and tries, not very successfully, to keep his shit together, he hears the guards talking about the local booze that they're going to drink at their murder victory party. We learn, in a desaturated flashback (that OP has done her best to resaturate), that this is lotus-infused wine invented by Wei Wuxian during happier days.

He kicks the flashback off with his favorite activity, Unnecessarily Erotic Beverage Drinking. (gifset) I’ve slowed this gif down so we can all appreciate the unnecessariness. The way his hand caresses that leaf OMG

Hopefully he is not drinking lake water out of that leaf. Side note: How is it possible that Xiao Zhan doesn't have a drinking water endorsement deal? I had to resort to Zhu Yilong's brand of water for this gag. I figure if it's good enough to pour directly onto a lightning burn like they do in The Lost Tomb Reboot, it's good enough for a leaf hummer chastely drinking out of a leaf

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In his memory, Jiang Cheng tells him to stop fucking around and come help with the basket of lotus pods. Wei Wuxian responds by grabbing one for himself and then sitting his ass down and not helping. Cause he’s a motherfucking P.I.M.P.

Emotional Rescue

Wen Ning arrives on the pier with Jiang Chang, to Wei Wuxian's extreme relief. Look how much emotion Xiao Zhan is able to convey even with half of his face hidden, my lord.

Wen Ning carries Jiang Cheng on his back, in an echo of other significant piggyback rides in Wei Wuxian's life.

Wei Wuxian's relief is at war with his fear, seeing his brother in such bad shape. Remember, these are cultivators, who heal quickly and mostly don't get their asses beat this hard. The only time Wei Wuxian has been comatose was after the Xuanwu cave, and that was probably because of his prolonged contact with resentful energy/Yin iron.

Hibernating Zidian

Wen Ning gets ready for his first, but not his last, boat ride with an unconscious Yunmeng brother in it. He tells Wei Wuxian that Jiang Cheng is pretty fucked up but isn't dead.

Then he gives Zidian to him. Before we talk about Zidian, let's talk about BAMF Wen Ning. Wen Ning is an awkward goofball. He’s also insanely competent at just about everything--wine-drugging, dude-smuggling, corpse retrieval, dog acupuncture, drug pushing. As well as shooting rocks out of the air and, later, beating zombie ass, and resisting mind control. .

This is the foundation of their friendship; it’s not actually about Wei Wuxian being nice to the weird kid. He initially sought Wen Ning out for the same reason he sought out weird kid Lan Wangji--his martial skill. He accepts his weirdness and is protective of him because of his missing-spirit problem, but he did not befriend him out of altruism.

Wei Wuxian is so forgiving that he can smile fondly when looking at the weapon that whipped the shit out of him a couple of days ago.

Wei Wuxian puts Zidian down right next to Jiang Cheng's hand and...nothing happens. It doesn't recognize him or spark to life. This didn't seem meaningful when I watched it the first time, but rewatching...yikes. It KNOWS.

Wei Wuxian admits, with tears in his eyes, that there is nowhere safe for him to go with Jiang Cheng, and Wen Ning immediately offers care and shelter. Even though that is putting his own life at serious risk.

Life obligation is a common theme in CDramas. It’s often something a person chooses as a way of showing love. Guardian builds an eternal romance out of two people saving each other’s lives over and over. But accepting the obligation is a choice (in fantasy dramas, if not in real life). Love and Redemption has a gloriously harsh sequence where a life is saved, and the save-ee cooly rejects the saver.

Every time Wen Ning saves Wei Wuxian, he cites that one time that Wei Wuxian saved him from the water demon. And Wei Wuxian cites this rescue right here when he throws everything away to save Wen Ning. Meanwhile, Jiang Cheng doesn't acknowledge any debt to Wen Ning at all, only--grudgingly--to Wen Qing. And people are ok with that.

Basically all this is to say that I think Wen Ning leans into this life debt because he loves Wei Wuxian, and Wei Wuxian leans into it because he loves him back. Non-romantically, I think...at least on Wei Wuxian’s part. YMMV.

They go to pick up Yanli from their Granny, telling her to go into hiding. She starts to cry, not knowing how she'll manage on her own. Wei Wuxian tells her that they will come back, as Wen Ning looks super unsure about that.

Of course Wei Wuxian can't know, at this point, whether they will come back. Wei Wuxian always wants to make everybody feel better, and sometimes you really can't make someone feel better except by lying. He compulsively says shit that he thinks people want to hear, almost as if he was beaten frequently and arbitrarily as a child.

Wen Ning is doing his best for the recreational boat ride industry, as he rows the Yunmeng trio through some amazingly beautiful scenery.

Core Melting Time

Meanwhile, back at Lotus Pier The Yunmeng Supervisory Office, Wen Chao is hung over, Wen Chao is angry, Yawn

For some reason, Wang Lingjiao has suddenly decided to talk to Wen Chao in the most cloying and annoying way possible.

Also, the fact that she still addresses him as Gongzi when she is totally fucking him is kind of great. This is like those fics where Elizabeth Bennet calls Mr. Darcy "Mr. Darcy" even when they're married and hitting it.

Wen Zhuliu demonstrates why he's called Core-Melting Hand, by punishing the wine guard. He's able to melt a guy's core by grabbing him by the throat, and also picks him up, Darth Vader style, for extra meltyness.

All that stuff I said last time about Wen Zhuliu feeling ambivalent about being a villian...yeah, he seems to have gotten that right out of his system.

Chilling in Yiling

Wen Ning is doing his best for the recreational carriage ride industry. Wei Wuxian, after presumably several hours in the cart, decides that now is a good time to get curious about where they are going.

Here we start to see a new side of Wei Wuxian. Before this he was carefree, other than specific worries about his friends. He confronted danger with lightness and humor, or with temporary fear, that he let go of once the danger passed. Now, after all the deaths and seeing Jiang Cheng so injured, he's twitchy, anxious, and angry.

Very, very angry.

When he realizes that Wen Ning has brought them to the Yiling supervisory office, he goes off, demanding to know whose home this was before the Wens took it and grabbing Wen Ning and shoving him into a decorative...decoration. He thinks Wen Ning brought them here to harm them.

I wouldn't have thought such a pretty dude could be so menacing, but holy crap.

The way he's confronting Wen Ning here is not his normal style. He's not trying to provoke a bigger fight like he usually does; he's not trying to create distance, the way Jiang Cheng does. He's very intimate, getting right in his face and maintaining eye contact. He trusted Wen Ning and feels personally betrayed.

Shy little Wen Ning is remarkably calm when confronted like this. Wen Ning really isn’t afraid of anything, despite his general air of nervousness. (Full gifset of Angry WWX over here.)

He calmly and kindly explains the situation. He doesn't appeal to Wei Wuxian's trust, saying "oh I would never;" he appeals to his logic, which gets through to him.

Wen Qing comes out and the guards start banging on the door and Wei Wuxian flips out again, grabbing a sword and pointing it at Wen Qing as she decides what to do. Wen Qing seems unruffled by Wei Wuxian's sword pointing, and we see her weighing up the situation.

She makes her decision, sending the guards away and deciding to help the fugitives, officially joining the Clear Conscience Club. She could probably get Wen Ning out of trouble by turning them in, but she opts to put personal loyalty and her belief in her own ideals ahead of her family's safety.

Wei Wuxian is not ok. He’s just not ok. He tries to act like it after they get settled in with Wen Qing, but he's not, and I think that plays into his next several choices.

Next comes a whole sequence of Jiang Cheng being unconscious with pins in his head--ow--while Wei Wuxian twitchily tends to him.

This sequence is kind of unfair to Jiang Yanli. What matters to the story here is Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian's relationship, so that’s the focus of these scenes. But really, there is no way Jiang Yanli would not be at Jiang Cheng's side unless she was literally unconscious herself. Let's assume Wen Qing stuck a needle in her to make her rest while she has a fever. Shippers should also feel free to assume that Wen Qing spent hours at her bedside, tenderly wiping her forehead and holding her hand as she recovered. In his sleep, while Wei Wuxian sits by his side, Jiang Cheng calls for his sister, mother, and father, but not for his brother. Ouch.

Let's pause to appreciate Wei Wuxian's new outfit, which is the sort of getup most people in this society probably imagine Yiling Laozu wearing, rather than the low-key homespun stuff he actually spends his Yiling year in. This robe has fancy shoulders, shiny material, touches of Jiang purple, strange red hoody strings, and a fuckin' CAPE. He didn't bring any luggage with him from Lotus Pier, although he's still got his Yin Turtle Sword hidden in a bag of holding. So the most likely explanation is that Wen Ning hooked him up with this lewk. "Wei Wuxian is a nice person. He should have a magnificent cape."

Wen Wing and Wei Wuxian take a breather to stand on the porch and work out what their status is with each other, like a couple of fucking adults, which is amazing. Basically Wei Wuxian is ready to forget earlier Wen shenanigans, but is going to avenge Lotus Pier.

Wen Qing isn't enthusiastic about that but doesn't argue, just asking, mostly rhetorically, if he plans to kill her too. He's uncomfortable considering that; the role of avenger isn't one that's comfortable for him, although he turns out to be extremely good at it. He does not, of course, plan to kill her too. In a few months, imprisoned in a Wen dungeon, she will be the only Wen left alive after Wei Wuxian 1.5(No-Gold Edition) and Chenqing come to visit.

Jiang Cheng finally wakes up, and the first thing he does is to test out his spiritual power by hitting Wei Wuxian as hard as he can.

DUDE.

Look at Wei Wuxian's face, as he goes from happy, to shocked and hurt, to laughing it off. It's exactly like when Jiang Cheng shoved him in the Rock Lady temple. Has Wei Wuxian spent all of his years with Jiang Cheng going from affection, to hurt feelings, to pretending it's fine? God, I think he probably has.

This episode raises a question that will come up again later, but never be answered. That question is, what the fuck are these weird footies and why the fuck does Jiang Cheng wear them to bed?

Jiang Cheng reveals that his golden core is gone, that he can't cultivate any more, which means he can't avenge his parents or achieve any ambitions in life. Nobody has apparently given any thought to why Wen Zhuliu is called "Core-Melting Hand" before this, which is hilarious, frankly. If I fought with a guy called, for example, Brain-Eating Mouth, I think I would make certain assumptions about him and what he planned to do with my brain.

Something interesting is happening in this moment, because as he comes fully back to consciousness, Jiang Cheng pours out all of his trauma and horror to his brother, telling him about the core melting and practically wailing about his feelings over it all. And his brother understands, and ultimately finds a way to help him. What does Wei Wuxian do after his own trauma? Keeps it secret, so nobody finds a way to help him, although many people try to. So Jiang Cheng is, in this way at least...emotionally healthier than Wei Wuxian? That's unexpected.

Jiang Cheng is super upset and is mad at eternal scapegoat Wei Wuxian for saving him. Jiang Cheng would rather be dead than be a regular person. Whereas Wei Wuxian, faced with the same problem, is like, *shrug* I’ll adapt. These are both valid emotional responses to suddenly becoming disabled. Losing a golden core is definitely a disability, in this environment; it's not just about magic sword fights. Jiang Cheng's home is designed for people who can fly; Lan Wangji's home is designed for people who don't feel cold, and Wen Central is made of actual lava, for example.

Jiang Cheng is already struggling with a lot of difficulties. He was raised by shitty parents, he's got anger management issues, he has a crushing weight of responsibility. And now he's also lived through the deaths of most of the people who matter to him. If sword cultivation is the one thing that gives him joy in life (ok one of two things, obviously fashion also gives him joy because he WORKS it), he can't reasonably be expected to rally when it's taken away.

Oh, honey. Oh, baby boy.

Wen Qing picks the worst moment to come in and tries to tend to Jiang Cheng, who starts off being devastated that the girl he likes is seeing the wreck he's become, and then moves along to helpless rage when he remembers that she's a Wen, and he screams at her to get out.

Jiang Cheng is not able to put personal loyalty ahead of clan loyalty like Wei Wuxian is. Partly this is his nature, and partly it's his role as the lineal descendant of the clan leader. As a firstborn son of a gentry family, his destiny as clan leader is in his blood, and so is his responsibility to the clan. When Wei Wuxian praises Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen for caring less about bloodlines than about shared ambition, he is speaking from the position of someone who's bloodline ain't shit. Jiang Cheng will never be able to share that perspective.

Next: More of this excruciating episode!

Writing prompt: The Day I Discovered I Could Melt Your Fucking Core, by Wen Zhuliu Drabble prompt: Why I Wear Socks to Bed, by Jiang Cheng

#fytheuntamed #the untamed #the untamed gifs #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #wen qing #wen ning #restless rewatch the untamed #canary3d-original #my gifs #the untamed spoilers

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raeloganthesonic06fangirl · 3 years

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Underappreciated thing from the Darkwing Duck comics, tho:

QuackerJack acting like Darkwing going off the grid for a year or so really messed him up, like "How dare you leave without telling me, I thought you were dead!"

I mean, as much as I've been chewing at these comics for thier problems, I have to admit that I quite like the idea that QuackerJack can't comprehend the possibility of what exactly is going to happen if Darkwing simply cannot be able to stop him anymore.

Kind of a Hero/Villian dynamic I've always enjoyed, in which one of them gets so used to the routine that they find it disturbing when it's been disrupted, and they'll stop at nothing to restore the status quo.

To be fair, Darkwing was a bit of a reliable constant QuackerJack could look forward to in his chaotic existence, second to Mr. Banana Brain and pulling capers with the Fearsome. Then Negaduck took all of that away in one motion, and I can imagine "losing" Darkwing and Mr. Banana Brain in the same day probably really messed up QuackerJack to some degree because that little bit of stability was just ripped away.

This in itself is an interesting concept, and I'm just a bit disappointed that this ultimately went nowhere

Shame, really, because the cartoon itself had shades of this, particularly when QuackerJack needed to be rescued from Paddywhack (easily one of my favorite sequences in the show is when Darkwing and QuackerJack have to team up and pull off a Looney Tunes esque routine)

QuackerJack clearly knew that Darkwing was going to be able to get him out of there, if only because of the standard "Heroes save people" thing.

Then there's Nega-QuackerJack, who, despite the short screen time, managed to give off very strong "I'd trust this Duck with my life." vibes

Get yourself an antagonist who looks at you the way a QuackerJack looks at a Darkwing

#darkwing duck #quackerjack

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basil-touche · 2 years

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1, 4 & 7!

1. Favourite adaptation & Why?

It's not hard to tell by looking on my blog that I absolutely adore Granada Holmes. I started watching it immediately after finishing the canon back in April & did nothing but watch it for 10 days straight.

It just does so many of the stories right & a lot of the changes improve stories, The Norwood Builder & The Greek Interpreter are examples I can recall (in the early seasons at least, The Last Vampyre is the worst example).

Jeremy Brett is without a doubt the best Sherlock Holmes I have seen. He understood the assignment & excelled at it. His subtle expressions, eccentricities & hand movements follow the stories while feeling distinct from other portrayals. The Man flipped tables to have this adaptation be as accurate to the Canon as possible & I will always be grateful.

I'm also impressed with how well the change of Watsons was, normally changing the actor of a main character would easily go wrong but both David Burke & Edward Hardwicke give different portrayals that really work with the pre & post Reichenbach parts of the show.

It's a show I find deeply comforting & engaging (also had me howling with laughter at certain points too, the way Mr Wilson says "Architecture" in The Red Headed League and Holmes & Watson's laughter after had me cry-laughing).

What more can I say? (The answer is a lot, but I'd be here till next year) It's one of my favourite TV shows ever.

4. Favourite secondary character?

I would say Mrs Hudson, but that's more based off Rosalie williams' wonderful performance of the character rather than the original Canon, which is sadly rather lacking (it's nice there are pastiches where she is at the centre stage at least including ones with Mary Morstan that I still need to read).

Based off of just the Canon, I would say I quite like Inspector Lestrade. He starts off rather dubious & a little antagonistic to Holmes & Watson, particularly taking pleasure in Holmes being unable to at first solve the apparent Murder at Norwood.

But when Holmes proves him wrong & how if he didn't, Lestrade would have sent an innocent man to the gallows, he changes his view on Holmes. Then at the conclusion of one of my favourite stories, The Six Napoleons, Lestrade says how the whole of Scotland Yard is proud of Holmes & visibly moves him (The Granada version had me on the verge of tears it was so well done).

I was surprised with how likeable Lestrade had become that I kinda got a little disappointed when other inspectors would be in some stories & not him (I still like a lot of them too though)

7. If you had unlimited money & creative freedom, what kind of adaptation/related narrative would you create? Be as vague or specific as you like.

That's a hard one. Definitely more animated adaptations as I feel a lot more could be done as besides The Great Mouse Detective, Sherlock Hound & I guess Sherlock Gnomes what other animated Holmes Media is there? (I don't think Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century is a good example). As an example imagine animated Hound of the Baskerville film with a hound that is actually terrifying!

I would also like to give a shout out by saying I would love an adaptation of The Legacy of Deeds by Nick Kyme. The only pastiche I've read so far & it surprised me with how much I enjoyed it. I still think about the villian & they're final scene which is more than I can say about some books I've read.

#it's nice to have a series i can just talk endlessly about #sherlock holmes #acd canon #acd holmes #granada holmes #acd sherlock holmes #asks #ask memes #carriagelamp #basil's notes

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a-pretty-nerd · 4 years

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Tomura Shigaraki x AllMight!Daughter!Reader

Chapter 6

Premise:

When The League of Villians discovers that AllMight has a daughter, they are quick to snatch you up and hold you hostage. Shigaraki had a careful and thought out plan, but that was before you got there. Now you're in the mood for some not-so-healthy rebellion.

Word Count: 1,988

Trigger Warnings: None really, homelessness?

A/N: Shit! This chapters later than I wanted it to be! Since I've been back to work my schedule has been all fucky. Usually I try to post every friday but...lol. Anyways, If you like my work, don't be afraid to interact! I love hearing from you guys! Also check out my Wattpad for my original works, and my Patreon if you wanna support me further!

Enjoy!

Chapter 5 Chapter 7

Toshinori watched from the doorway of what he once called home. He watched men in police uniforms, suits and ties, and underground heroes, rush through the apartment. Now living exclusively on campus, the apartment felt like a grim reminder of your absence. Your mother and Xavier poured over pages upon pages of eyewitnesses and anything else that could give them a clue.

Unlike the last time the heroes found and raided The League, there were no signs of known members. Meaning they were either being more careful, or they were no longer in Musutafu. He shuffled into the room, sitting down on the couch and looking outside to large windows onto the city below. Suddenly, the phone rang.

Everyone froze. Heads swiftly turned. Was this news of your disappearance? Had you been found? Detective Tsukauchi was the first to move. Slowly picking the receiver, and placing it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hello, yes, who is this?" A scratchy voice asked.

"I am Detective Tsukauchi. Who am I speaking with?" His voice was firm and demanding. A dark chuckle came from the other end, sending a chill down the poor mansion spine.

"I think you know who I am, detective." Another laugh rattled from Shigaraki's chest. You watched him from the other line. Everyone sitting patiently around him as they watched him on the phone. You sat beside him, hands placed on either side of you on the couch. Anxiously waiting for your turn.

"Can I-"

"Shh." He hushed you gently, putting a finger to his lips before they broke into a wide smile.

"You see I just called because someone here has a little message for you. It's family business you see, would All Might be available to talk?" He pulled the phone away before letting loose another laugh. The room jumped and coiled in uncontrollable laughter. Like a group of kids making a prank phone call.

"Shigaraki...I swear if you lay a finger on her I'll-"

"Hold on one sec, she's right here. Y/N?" He pulled his attention away from the phone and smiled at you as he handed it over. You took it and gently pressed it to your ear.

"....Dad?"

"Y/N! Are you alright? Have they hurt you?"

"No...No I'm fine actually." Shigaraki watched you with a clever smile stretched across his face. He leaned back against the couch, resting his head in his hand. Clearly very proud of himself and the torment he caused.

"Where are you?"

"I don't know actually. It's like a repurposed office building I think. I don't know where it is, all the windows are boarded up. They brought me by car."

"By car?”

"Yeah, I don't really know what they're up to. I mean, I do, I just... I don't know they do things weird." Shigaraki's smile slowly started to fade as you critiqued. When you looked up and saw his expression, you felt compelled to respond. "What? You do." You told him. He shrugged you off.

"You sound...alright." Your father said, confused and concerned.

"I guess I am relatively okay. They feed me and clothe me and no ones been really that bad to me yet so...I'm okay I guess."

"She's lying!" You heard a voice chirp from the other line. Your stomach turned. Xavier was there?

"Y/N! Y/N tell us where you are!" Your mother demanded as she wrenched the phone away from your father. Her voice was jarring and rough. You tensed up.

"I...I don't know where I am. I told him it’s like an old office building I-"

"Can you tell us anything else? What do you remember from the car ride?" She was frantic now.

"Nothing. I had a bag over my head the whole time. This place has some electricity and some running water but it’s not to the whole building? It's old... it's been years since anyone has been here-"

"Anything else!?" She cried. You paused.

"No...I...I'm fine otherwise." Shigaraki made a 'speed it up' motion with his hand. "I...I have a message for Detective Tsukauchi, could you put him back on?"

"Let me talk to her!" Xavier begged.

"I don't have much time, please, Detective-"

"Y/N! Baby!" You cringed at the sound of your boyfriend’s panicked voice.

"Hey, babe. I'm fine." You tried to brush him off.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"I'm alright, I guess. A little tired. Scared." You had to remember the last part.

"I can't imagine what you're going through without your meds."

"Oh. Yeah. My meds. I'm losing my mind." You said in a flat, sarcastic tone. It made the others snicker.

"Just remember your breathing exercises we did, okay? Do them with me now, okay? You ready?"

"Yeah-uh-"

"One, two, three, in.........out. Okay? One, two, three IN! . . . . . . . . OUT! One, two, three, in . . . . . . OUT! Okay? Do them with me. Remember to align your chakras!" He went on like this for a solid minute. Unable to contain yourself, you covered your mouth with your hand and held the speaker out so the whole room could laugh at him. Even Shigaraki, who turned away to laugh joined in on the fun. "Y/N?"

"Yeah?" You smiled through.

"We're coming to get you, alright? Just hang tight a little longer."

"Uhuh."

"Don't worry, okay?"

"Okay."

"I love you, sugar muffin."

"Right. So Detective Tsukauchi."

"Okay, yes, here he is...I love you!"

"Love you too." You chuckled, your hand playing with the flesh between your brow as you laughed at him.

"Y/N." Finally.

"I just, have a message from the villains." You told him with an awkward smile.

"Go ahead." You looked up at your captor.

"They say if All Might doesn't come forward soon, they won't be giving me back." You watched his smile widen. "They want the world to know the Heroes' failures. It's either me or the truth. Your choice." And with that, you hung up the phone. The room fell into a satisfied and relaxed state. A sense of victory went around the room as smiles and giggles greeted you.

"Who the hell was that last guy!?" Toga shouted as she laughed.

"Oh, that was Xavier, my boyfriend."

"Ooh! Boyfriend! How Sweet!-Gross!" Twice added.

"You've never mentioned a partner before, Y/N." Mr. Compresss added. You shrugged.

"I guess I forgot. Being kidnapped and all."

"You've been pretty forgetful latley haven't you? First your meds, now this. Anything else you care to share with us?" Dabi questioned.

"Not that I can think of. I guess sometimes I forget I should be scared nowadays." You paused before turning to look back at Shigaraki who wore a satisfied grin as his eyes wandered around the floor. Clearly dissociating. “Shigaraki?”

"Hm?"

"...what happens to me, if they don't comply?"

"They will."

"Are you going to kill me?" He rolled his eyes.

"No. I'm not going to kill you. Especially now with that quirk of yours."

"But-"

"Are you really questioning why I'm not going to kill you?" He took the phone in his hand and dusted the object. He stood and started walking out to another room.

"I just...aren’t I a pain in the ass to keep around?" You asked the room. A few answered with a nod, others stayed silent.

"Come on. I wanna show you something." You stood and followed him down the hallway. You followed him through the building, through the parts that were inhabitable and rotting. He took you up a few flights, up to the very top just before the roof. There was a large room filled with old desks, chairs, computers, etc. He stopped in front of a large window that overlooked the city. "Come here." You stood beside him and looked out the window at the people walking around. You saw an old alleyway that housed a few homeless people as they went about their day. A few passers-by ignoring them and rushing past. "What do you see?"

"A group of homeless people. Why?"

"And what about him?" You watched as a man, well dressed and well-kept walked down the street. He starred at a man who begged him for money, then laughed in his face before walking away.

"Some asshole." You noted. He smiled.

"The world is littered with them. And it’s the heroes that encourage it, they demand it. They created a world where we steal and rob and ignore each other assuming someone else will take care of it. Heroes created a society that requires you to assimilate, to obey. If not, you're thrown away like trash." He grumbled as he watched the homeless man.

"Is that...what happened to you?" You asked. He didn't answer. "What about her?" You watched as a woman passing through stopped to give the homeless man some change.

"What? You think she deserves a pat on the back for the bare minimum?" He snarled.

"Huh?"

"What good does that one act do, huh!? He'll have a meal and live to see another miserable day. She solved a minor problem, she's not doing any real good. And she doesn't deserve anything for it."

"But-"

"It doesn't matter unless you do something to change the bigger picture. She can give all the change she wants, take him in for all I care. But she only helps one person! She won't do any real good unless she demands change for them! Unless she actively works to make sure people like him don't end up like that!" You took a few steps back as he yelled.

"Alright! You don't have to yell at me!" You barked, the tension in the room coming to a climax when your quirk pulled a few chairs and tables closer to you. Making a horrible screeching sound as it did. "I understand." You finally spoke when the two of you had calmed down.

"If All Might doesn't come forward and tell the truth, you'll be working with us."

"What? Why? My quirk is dangerous and volatile. I have no control, I'd be practically useless."

"That's why your training starts today."

"Training?"

"What? You wanna be a slave to your quirk forever? Because if you wanna go back on your meds, you can. But I doubt you want to keep living in fear of yourself." You thought for a second before answering.

"I...I don't know..." He slowly started to approach you.

"You don't have to be afraid anymore. I can help you."

"How? You hardly have control of your own emotions as it is. You think you could help teach me to control mine?" You chuckled.

"If my research is right, this isn't about control, it’s about distribution."

"Distribution..."

"If you could learn to express your emotions properly. Let yourself be free from the fear of your own quirk, you could learn to repurpose that energy, and gain anatomy."

"Those disgusting bastards!" Xavier growled under his breath as his nails dug into the sleeve of his button-up. He rattled with rage in the corner as others worked. Your mother paced back and forth, spewing theory after theory.

"She sounded...fine..." Toshinori said in disbelief.

"Clearly she's traumatized beyond repair!" Your mother declared.

"Everyone." Another detective called. The room fell silent. "I think you should hear this." Pressing play, the sound of your recorded voice played out.

"In......OUT! One, two, three, IN.........out." From the other line, the sound of soft snickering and laughter could be heard. Your laughs being the loudest.

"Is she, laughing?" Your father asked.

"She's laughing...with them," Xavier observed.

"What!? Laughing? A reflex! She's disturbed! She's hysterical!" Your mother shouted.

"They're turning her," Xavier said softly. "They're corrupting her...without her meds she's left defenseless and scared. They're taking advantage of her good nature!"

"We got it." Detective Tsukauchi declared.

"Got what?"

"Well, it was difficult considering it was a prepaid wireless phone but...We've got her location."

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gingersnap-propaganda · 3 years

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Top 10 Moshlings That Deserve a License to Kill

#10: Peppy

It's no secret that this rad little dude loves doing sick stunts, and when stunts happen, sometimes accidents do too. I don't think Peppy would ever deliberately kill someone, but one of these days a stunt is going to go South, and when that happens, I don't want him to be charged with moshslaughter! Because I only think Peppy should have a license to kill for liability coverage rather than because I think he'd put the it to good use, he comes in at #10.

#9: White Fang

Listen, I'm not actually sure if White Fang would make good use of the license or not, but the little dude literally bit off a man's entire hand. Listen I know that apparently it was because "he thought it was some sausages", but are you sure that was the case? Are you really sure he didn't intentionally create Strangeglove's villian orgin story? Again listen, this is all just speculation, it might have been an accident! But what I'm saying is that if it wasn't, just imagine what future villians he could inspire if given permission to kill freely without legal repercussion. Because this is all purely speculation and White Fang could just be some normie who doesn't fantasize about causing murder and mayhem, he only earns a spot at #9.

#8: Boomer

Boomer is a sweet little boy and would NEVER do anything wrong, but if someone where to wrong him, and God damn those who would even dare think about committing such a heinous crime, Boomer should be allowed to kill them, without mercy. In fact he should be allowed to kill anyone. Because giving Boomer a license to kill is pretty obvious and wouldn't necessarily be all the interesting, Boomer ranks it at #8.

#7: I.G.G.Y.

We can't stop him. We've tried to stop him. So, so many innocent lives, lost trying to detain this man. At this point, more lives would be saved if we just let him do what he wants. Let's just hope he doesn't go after the orphans again..... God save us all...... Oh and yeah, this earns him #7 or whatever.

#6: Mr Snoodle

Have you ever seen this man doodle doodle doodle? Self explanatory, #6.

#5: Raffy

Let him kill. Let Him Kill. LET HIM KILL. L̶E̶T̴ ̶H̶I̸M̷ ̴K̸I̶L̸L̵.̴ L̶̝̗̤̘̺̄̈̏̃̚Ȩ̶̻̪͇̀͊̔͛͠T̴̛̪̣̒̕ ̴̳̺͇͇͚͌H̶̗̦̩̉I̸̪̹͐̊̈́M̸̰̱̂ ̴̿ͅK̴̬͙̱̬̂I̴̝̙͒̅̀L̵̹̼̈́̅̈́L̶̝̣̬̯̟̆͑̂.̴̮͌ L̶͈̠͍͙̲̈̒͑̀̉͆̓̄̊͛͊͘E̴̦̘̻͙̻̐́̎͆̑̓́̈́͌̇͛͊̚͘͜͜͝ͅT̸̨̢̢̢̻̟̙̤͖͔̱͍̔̋̇͗̐̓̇̂̔̀͝͝͝͝ͅ ̶̡̛͔̤̝̟̙͓̤̼̠̊́̍̾̈̂̾̈́͑̔͘͝H̵̨̢͇̩͕̘̹̹̮̩̻͕͖̟̙̟̠͕̞̮͉̭̙̣͇̲̀̐̓́̊͆̔̈́̾̇̓̌̈́́͊̀́͑̎̇̏̾̕̕͜͝I̷̢̛̛̼͖̻̣̹̱̦̘̘͚͎̋̀̉̓͌͊̾̓̋͐̅͗̒͐̐̈́͌̌͑̌̃̓̃͘ͅM̷̱̗͉̭͙̩͍͕͂̋̒̍̑̃̆̋ͅ ̶̬̜̱̤̦̱͗͊̔́̓͒͊̅͘͠ͅK̷̢̨̰̥̲̮̱̽͌̀̓́͒̔̂̑̍̈́̈́͑̑̀̆̏̍͆̊̌͝͠Į̴̨̛͓̟̦͖͔̖̲͍̺͔͈͙̹̲̭̩̟̜͇̬͚̾͒̽̈̒͋̑̀͗̇͐̃́̔̐̿̊̊̎͗͛͘͝͠͝L̵̡̨͙͍̭͎͇̰̟̣̂̃̀̍̕L̵͔͙͓̈́̆͑̅̇̈̾̏͋͒̃͋̽̽̓͂͗̇̑̾̇́̐̀̚͝. Ļ̵̛̛̛̜̫͙͔̬̽̂̓̐̈́͗͂̀́͌̓̀̐͋̉͐̑̈͐̔͂͌̇̑̇̏̿̔̽̋͗̍̆̇͐̀̈́͋̌͗͋̎̕͝͝͝͝Ę̶̛̛͍̪͙͉̠͓̻̆̂͆̿̌̅̀̑̓̌͐͌̀̎̑̊̍͒̈́̾͆̀̈́͋͐̔̃̔̅̽͋͐̐̐̽̓͂̃́͗͆͑͆́͛͘̚͠͝ͅŤ̶̛͓͈̻̥͈̣̮͚̇̒̒̍̍̈̇̈́͒̂̿̈́̌̒̊̑̒͒̽͂̆̽͌̄̅̑̐̀͘͠͝͝ ̶̨̡̡̡̛̛̛̛̘̺̤̯̹̞͙̗̘̳̬̲̠̘̠̩͉̬̺͍̦͔̗̘̣͇͎̗͙͖̹̼̭̹͇̙͋͂͑̇̽̾͛̾̂̎̈́́̓̎͌͗̅̓͂̆̆̋̇̾́͆̂̆̉̓́̔̏͂̇̍͆̈́͊̅̏̏͗̀͂̾̀̍̽͂̐̂̈́̾͗̆͌̊̽̕͘̕͘͘̚̚͜͜͠͝͝͝ͅH̵̡̨̨̨̧̛̛͈̥̞͍̬̥͚̭̙̰̙̬̟̙͉̰̼̱̹͎̞̘͕͉͙̖̙̮̖̤̲͚͕̜̯̻̹̬̟̮͕̻͙̲̩̖͔̦̠̳͈̱̠̺̙̜͚̦͚̱̣͚͉͐͒̐̾̓̇͛̒͋͊͐̓̀͐̑̈́̊́̔̓̎̾́̊̓̀͊̔̀̈́͒̾̈́̎̆̋͂͊͗̏̋̊̾̋̐̂̊̓̈̎̂͌̾̃̀̈́̔̕̚̚̕̕͜͠͝Į̴̢̧̧̧̛̛̛̣͉̟̫̟͖̟̪̫͎̦̻͈̭͖͓̗̥͈͕̤͇̘̖̙̲̼̩̱͕͙̫̬͎̩̝̭̠͇͚͇̘̯̪̮̗͎̺̘̜̙͍̯̱̼̣͚͍̫̼̪̦̥̹̘͖͍͍̦͌͊̑͐̌̾͐̇̆̿́̊̃̄̐͛̓͋̌̐̀̄̂̍̊́̈́̔̓̒̓̓̉̾͌́͊̀̈́̉̃͑͐͊̔̎̐̀̈́̓̓́̆̀̔̉͗̾̎͂́͐̍̊̽́̓́͊̒͘͘͘͘͜͜͝͝͠ͅͅM̴̧̧̡̨̨̡̢̛͇͕͔͓̙̘͍͖̥̺̮̰͓̥̲͍̲̮͈͓̗̟̖̠̳͉̠͕̩̤̰̦̖͍̗̻̰̖̮͈̼̥̯͔̳̰͚̮͉̝͈̟̙̥̣͖̩̤͉͈̙̱̪͉͚̤̤̅̿͂́̌̅̐͐̓̒̄̒̎̊͐̌̉̈̅̒̎̎͗̒͗͛̒͌̿͆̋̓̕͝͠ͅͅ ̷̡̨̢̨̧̛̛̛̺͚̠͖̠̝̦̭͈͈̝͉̦̺̗̩̯͍͈̦̥͚̙̣̳͍͓̪̯̯̳͇̱̯̬͍̘̟̩͇͓͉͈̰̲̖̞͉̬̱̫̤̳̦̝̰͂͑̂̒̑̈́̓͑́̔́́̾̿̓̋̀̂̈́̇̒̇̉̃͆͂͆̄̾͑̈́̔͛̾̊̽̈̅͒̀̉̉̀̍̃͋̂̽̓͐̕̕͘̚͜͝͝͠͝͠͠Ķ̵̢̧̡̡̨͚͍̪̜̱̰̲̟̻̱͇͙̜͕͈̙̱̲͓̪̝̖̞͇̤͎̻̼̰͖̪̬̫̻̰̞̱̤͚̥̘̙̥̭͖̬̤̹͚̼̩̭̖̯̲͚̲̮̼̟̭̪̝̜̗̄̓̒̂́̔̿̊̈̐͗͋̌͋̀̽̋͗͆͑̍͛́̍̈͛̎̚͜͝͝͝ͅͅͅĮ̷̹̬͎̗̖̞̒̓̆̅̀̿́̃̾͋̎̅̔̔͂̒̐̀͒̽́̕̚͠L̵̢̡̧̨̧̨̡̨̡̛̛̻͓̟͉̮̼̻͕̹̺̪͙̳̹͖͕͉̥͔̙͇̗̩̪͖̩͓̥͓̳̘͙̻̹̟͎͉̞̦͎̮̳̙̦̣̹͓̫̰͙̙̳̦̫̥̙̻̰͈͍͙̀̇̂̄͋́͒̆̍͒́̆̽͛̈̎̀͆͌̀͗̀̽̐̓͒̅̈́͗̓̓͗̎͊̈̇̋͌͒̇͛͆͂̆̐̆͊̃̓̄̌̒̌̋̕͘͜͜͠͝ͅͅͅͅL̷̡̡̧̧̢̡̛̙͙͍͈͉͚̣̘̯̪͙̯̤͙̩̞̞͓̜͚̭̬̞̫̠̮̣̘̣̠̠͖̼͙͍̖̯̻̣͙̝̳͂̐̀̊̓̌̉̄̔̎̍̊̆̀̌̄̇̌̐̋̿͒̓̍̐͗͛̇͆̆͗͛̾̀̇̑̄̎̈́̀͋̕͘͜ͅͅ.̶̠̠̠̯̰̩̳͉͔̗̬̰͍͓̗̼͉̯̼͇͇͚̮̫͙̣͖̺̩͍̻͎̗̻̘͔͉͎̬̩̘͎̫̮̭̞͈̼̫̯͗̎̉̇͗̉̀͐̋͊̈́̎̈́͊͋̈̑̾̋̈́͋͛̊̀̀̏̀̅̓͌̎͂͑̃̇̈́̉͋̐̋͋̚̚͘̚̕͘̕͝͝͝͠͝͝͝ͅͅͅ

#4: Gingersnap

Wait, #4? What happened to #5?? Umm, hold up guys, let me check my notes here.. #10, #9, #8, #7, #6... where's #5? Well, sorry about that guys, but it looks like I've misplaced my notes here for #5, guess it's going to really be a "Top 9" list. Aw beans, sorry to disappoint....

Well moving on, you know I had to put my darling boy on this list!!! As you all know, Gingersnap is a man of the people and an enemy of the bourgeoisie, so you know that'd he'd use his license to dispose of billionaires like Jeff Begross and Elon Mush. I will admit that I am a bit biased towards Gingersnap's entry on this list, which is why I put him in a #4 to assure that I'm trying to remain somewhat objective.

#3: Jen

(yes this is the best image I could find of him, I'm sorry)

Okay, so a judge's job is to decide who is innocent or guilty, right? Who better to decide who deserves to live and who deserves to die? Actually now that I think about it, wouldn't all law enforcement be more effective if we let judges take over the police's job? Think about it, rather than having to go through the process of arresting someone only to have to take them to court afterwards, the judge can decide right then and there if the person should be arrested or not, and carry out the conviction immediately. It would save so much time! Anyways, I think that although Jen would be logically the best moshling to receive a license to kill, however responsible murder is not particularly interesting, thus placing him in at #3.

#2: Dustbin Beaver

Dustbin Beaver should have a license to kill for one reason only: so he can throttle Zack Binspin to death with his bare hands. Zack Binspin has taken Everything away from Dustbin, from his music career, to title of Moptop Tweenybop. He even profited off of it by making it a song! The Audacity. Dustbin👏deserves👏vengeance👏. Dustbin Beaver would definitely make effective use of the license, even if it'd be only for one purpose, which earns him a spot at #2.

#1: Weegul

Look deeply into Weegul's eyes and tell me what you see. Ah, do you see it? The intense desire for extreme violence. Weegul is a good law-abiding citizen, and would never break a law, but if the law no longer applied to them, they would commit horrific atrocities beyond human imagination. Imagine the incident with I.G.G.Y. at the orphanage and multiply that by 10⁹⁹⁹⁹. Yeah. "But wait!" you might be saying, "why would you want this? What the ever loving fuck is wrong with you?" and to that I say, you're not my therapist lmao. I want my reality to, for once, become more horrifying than my own imagination, and this might be the only way of accomplishing that, which is why I placed Weegul at #1.

I hope you enjoyed this top 10 list! Feel free to tell me which moshlings you think deserve a license to kill, either in the tags, replies, my inbox or whatever! As usual, like, reblog and follow for more top 10 lists in the future, and if you have any suggestions, feel free to let me know!

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SHE IS HERE. PART TWO. BY EXTREMELY POPULAR AND LATE DEMAND!!!!

This fic. THIS FIC RIGHT HERE. HAS BEEN FIGHTING SO HARD I AM DONE THIS HAS BEEN A STRUGGLE. If there are typos I AM SORRY- just msg me and ill fix it if its that bad im just tired!

Kirishima x reader

⤷Genre: Angst, Fluff

⤷Word Count: 9k+ (-this has the weekly prompt for the @bnhabookclub discord -“Im fine” :)

⤷ Warnings: slight mentions of blood, cursing, suggested spicyness at the end

⤷ Synopsis: It’s been exactly 3 months since the last time Kirishima saw you, after you had abruptly ended things with him. He’s been trying to forget you, but it’s no use-he’s still madly in love with you, and wishes he could get the truth of why you two ended. What a shocker when he gets a chance to ask his questions-and he learns the truth about your villainous life.

Song Recs: ⤷ “Breakeven”-The Script ⤷ “Lucid Dreams”- Juice WRLD ⤷ “Scars”- Lukas Graham

PART 1

Kirishima looked up at his calendar, a sad sigh escaping his lips.

That number shouldn’t be such a big deal, that plain black “11” tiny and insignificant next to all the other digits, like little ants stationary on the page.

What it represented, though, was so much more: that day so many weeks ago was so full of heartache and misery, the feeling of being lied to eating at his core for days to come.

Today, 3 months ago, was the day you confessed to him that you didn’t love him.

Kirishima has never felt so betrayed and heartbroken in his whole life: you were his first real love after all, and hearing you say your love was a lie destroyed him.

He didn’t know what to do or how to even react to that news: he had felt so numb after, so incredibly empty, it was like he was a walking shell of himself once he left your room.

His friends had tried to cheer him up constantly, always putting in the effort to lift his spirits with laughter and comfort. But the warmth of their attempts of cheering him up didn’t help him at all: he always still felt so cold inside.

It also didn’t help that you had mysteriously left UA the day after the “breakup.” When Kirishima laid his tired puffy eyes on your empty desk the next day, his heart couldn’t help but beat feverishly. He knew he shouldn’t care that you were gone, but he couldn’t help it. No matter which way he spun it, He was still desperately falling for you, even if you had broken his heart.

He had sat down, his back slumped as he eyed that empty seat with worry.

How had everything gone so wrong?

He couldn’t fathom what had gone stray-your love had honestly felt so real to him. You had told him you had only dated him out of pity-but if somebody was being forced to do something, just to spare someone’s feelings, would they have given him his first kiss so perfectly, making sure to be soft and gentle? Would they have stuck with him late into the night to help study for tests? Or give him sweet kisses on his scars when he was feeling self conscious?

It just didn’t add up-the feelings you two had were genuine and real. It couldn’t all be one sided like you had said.

He gave another look to that chair, just imagining the ghost of you sitting there, turning around and sending him that infectious smile that light up his whole day.

God, it wasn't even one whole day and he felt so incomplete without you.

Mr. Aizawa walked in, everyone scrambling to their seats and watching him intently, the room getting noticeably more quiet.

He didn’t remember much of that class-he had remembered Mr.Aizawa standing at the front of the class, his deep voice breaking his miserable thoughts when he said the class would be free of one student.

You had seemingly left in the middle of the night, your guardians notifying the school you would no longer be attending UA due to you moving. All of Class 1-A was incredibly confused, including Kirishima- you had never said you were moving, yet you somehow were just gone. As if you never existed.

It just didn’t add up to Kirishima-you would have said something about moving, or at least acted strange the weeks prior. All these events just didn’t make sense to Kirishima-the break up, your confession, you leaving-it all just didn’t add up. But he was too tired, too wrecked inside to think about it anymore. The more he tried to piece the story together the more it gnawed at him, making him feel so much more worse than he already felt. He slumped in his chair, knowing full well everyone was staring at him-you were his boyfriend after all, he should have known.

Oh wait-ex.

He slumped in his chair even more, barely the tips of his spiky red hair poking up from the desk table.

It was gonna be a long few weeks for him, he could already feel it.

Now he was past all those days of crying and breaking over you-some days he could actually forget about you and not have to worry. But on days that were permanently etched into his mind, like today, he couldn’t help but remember.

Kirishima's phone began to ring, the vibration of the call making the phone jitter against the wood of his desk. He tore himself away from the calendar, his hands instantly swiping to take the call once he saw the Caller ID.

“Hey Fat, how's it going!” Kirishima forced a smile, his voice preppy and bright as if nothing had ever happened.

“Kirishima, thanks for taking the call,” his mentor seemed to breathe a sigh of relief hearing his bright voice on the other end.

Since Kirishima was in his 3rd year, he was required to do another work study, for an even longer period of time than before. So when he was asked by Fatgum to come join the agency once again, he couldn’t help but say no. He had loved his old mentor back from his 1st year, even if he did get pretty banged up at the end of his work study. He was more than happy to join his agency again, and wanted nothing more to learn and grow to be the best hero he could be.

“I know this is pretty late in the day for you,” Fatgum continued, “but I’m going to need your help,”

“Tamaki was supposed to be patrolling on the West side of town tonight, but he got called in to help with a robbery on the North side. I don’t have anybody else to take his place, so I was hoping you could take over his shift for the night,”

“Of course! I’ll do anything you need,” Kirishima propped his phone into the crook of his neck, already rummaging around his room for his hero suit.

“You're a lifesaver Kirishima!” Fatgum exclaimed, the toothy grin he was most likely sporting practically audible.“See ya for training tomorrow then!”

“You too, Fat,” Kirishima's cheerful tone waned, a sad smile replacing his bright grin as he stared down at his hero suit.

He had already known today was going to be a tough day for him, and the fact that he was off from any type of hero work that would make him forget about his sadness didn’t help.

But now that Fatgum has given him a job tonight, he might be able to erase his mind of all the past heart ache for the next few hours. He gave himself a small smile, his hero suit beckoning him to put it on, the reds and blacks calling to him like ghosts from a dream.

He was gonna at least try to forget-just for the night.

It was now an hour before the end of his shift, and he was feeling practically tired.

The West side of town was relatively quiet, nowhere near the crime riddled areas of the North side of the city boulevard. He knew these streets well from patrolling them almost every night of his hero study, knowing each alleyway and path like the back of his hand.

Tonight was silent, only a few late night joggers or the occasional fast food joint open for any customers getting the late night munchies.

It was soft, provincial, and bitter sweet.

He was trying his best to not remember, to not remember your face, or your smile, or the way you would laugh so warmly whenever he did something amusing. He was trying not to imagine you standing by his side, your hand grabbing his and your shoulder resting on his, a happy sigh escaping your lips.

Why were still haunting him, even three months later?

why couldn’t he just forget about you?

A crash and a yell snapped Kirishima out of his memory, an angry scream of a teen being heard from the late night restaurant.

He shook his head to rid himself of those unwanted thoughts, noticing a black figure running across the parking lot into an alleyway at lightning speed.

“That-that Villian!” She shrieked, her friends trying to soothe her as she continued on her rampage, “She stole my wallet! My damn wallet! The hell-“

“Don’t worry ma’am, I’ll get it back for you, don’t worry!” He yelled towards the group, his voice warm and assuring as he sent her a toothy grin. His feet began pounding the pavement, disappearing into the alleyway in the direction of the criminal.

Your breath came out in painful huffs, your hand fumbling to put the wallet into the jacket of your Villian suit.

Damn Shigaraki and his “plans.”

Shigaraki has now concocted up his next bright idea for the League, this time relying on you stealing an ID card from a college student that looked similar to you.

While the LOV was going off stealing a bank for some extra cash, you were told to go find someone who looked similar to you in order to pass as them. for what you had no idea, but you knew Shigaraki would be extremely mad with you if you didn’t do what he asked. You shivered at the thought of him, those cold red eyes like bloody daggers ripping into your flesh.

You slowed to a stop, your breath coming out in pants as you pulled down the mask on your face, your breath finally free from the constricting fabric.

God you hated running.

Nobody seemed to be following you though, footsteps inaudible to your ears. You slinked into a dark corner of the alleyway, your hands rummaging inside the wallet for the ID card you desperately needed.

Cash, credit card, a picture of her and possibly her boyfriend,a shit ton of gift cards-

You breathed a sigh of relief, flicking out the desired card with a flourish. In the low light conditions you were in, it was hard to see her details, but you knew that it matched your complexion just enough to pass by.

Thank God, now Shigaraki wouldn’t be on your ass-

“Hey, it’s not cool to steal, man,” you heard a familiar voice echo throughout the concrete walls of the alleyway, making your blood run cold.

Shit, please not be him, anybody but him-

You instantly tugged your mask over your mouth and nose, praying to God it wasn’t him.

Maybe it was another hero, or somebody that just resembled him-

“Just give me back what you stole, and nothing bad will happen to ya,” Kirishima continued, his footsteps slow and solemn as he walked over to you, as if you were a wounded animal that could attack at any moment.

You shoved the wallet hastily into your jacket pocket, looking around, desperate for a way out.

Damn it-you were completely blocked from the back, a tall cement wall blocking your escape. The only way for you to get out was to somehow dodge Kirishima and make a run for it, or fight him.

God definitely had his favorites, and it obviously wasn’t you.

This boy was so quiet-all that hero training made him extremely agile, like a cat going forward it’s prey as he continued to walk towards you cautiously.

It was a shock to see him-he looked so much older, his handsome face making your heart squeeze painfully. He still sported his iconic red hair to match his suit, the only thing really changing was the amount of scars on his body. When you two had dated, you were so close to him you knew every valley, ditch, and scar on his body like your own.

He was getting stronger and tougher, growing to his goal while you were stuck in your life, still just a little pawn in Shigarakis decaying hands.

You didn’t feel like fighting him-you still felt guilty for the way you had ended things with him, even though it was weeks after. You knew it had to be done in order to protect him, but you also knew it had hurt him to the point of no return.

He had to have hated you now, and honestly, you didn’t blame him-it just hurt to know you lost a love you still felt. And it was your fault.

Kirishima watched your every move, not suspecting a thing-you were just another thug, another puny Villain he had to take down. Even though it was decent fun to take a criminal down, dealing with witnesses, the police, and paperwork was quite the opposite. But it’d get his mind off of his own misery.

The Villain seemed strange though-as if they were terrified by the mere sight of him. They weren’t even trying to bad mouth him, which was a definite first for him. It was hard to see in the dark alleyway, but he could make out the outline of the thief trying to quickly dodge him, trying to break into a run to get out of the cramped dead end.

Kirishima swiftly grabbed the arm of their leather jacket, pulling your squirming body close to his.

You were screaming internally-he needed to let go, he had to let go. Your heart felt like it was ripping apart, the sudden memories flooding your body as you remembered how it felt to be so close to him, to be so intimate you could see the flecks of brown in his vermillion red eyes. You didn’t want him to realize it was you, to see you as his enemy yet again. You couldn’t bear to see the heartbreak and disappointment in his eyes, your hands clawing to get away.

“Hey-just calm down a little-“ he huffed out, the words separated as he tried to keep a hold on your body.

It was strange to him though-you weren’t even talking, not a peep was spilling out of your lips. You seemed pretty young, and by your smaller frame, you were most likely female. You seemed

so scared, your eyes bright with desperation and fright.

His larger hands kept you close to him, his heart pinging with hurt-

There was no way this was you. He was going crazy-those weren’t your eyes.

But God, they looked so familiar-your eyes looked exactly like that the day you two broke up. Full of fear and sadness and guilt-

This wasn’t you, this couldn’t be you, but-if it was-

With one hand firmly wrapped your waist and another shakily reaching toward your mask, your body fighting desperately to get him to stop. Even through your attempts, he pulled the material gently off your skin, The flimsy black mask falling to the ground pitifully. your face looking down at the ground with embarrassment, now knowing your cover was blown.

Kirishima's heart beat painfully-it was you, this was you.

What had happened?

“Y-y/n?” He stuttered out, his voice caught pitifully in his throat.

You swallowed thickly, trying to shove the dry ball of embarrassment down your throat.

“H-hi Kiri,”

He quickly let go of you, his body blocking your exit as he stared at you in disbelief.

You looked so different, so unlike you-you were wearing a completely black outfit, the material shiny like wet rocks near a dark river. Your hair was pulled back painfully tight, your eyes looking down at your scuffed combat boots in despair.

You looked so defeated and so sad, as if there was no happiness left in your body.

Who even were you?

“What happened to you? Why are stealing? Where have you even been?” He bombarded you with questions, his voice getting more and more authoritative and desperate as questions flooded his mind.

You couldn’t even think to comprehend an answer to any of them-you just needed to forget this encounter ever happened. For your and Kirishima’s sanity and, most importantly, safety.

“Just let me go Kirishima,” you dodged his question, taking a step forward to push your way out of the alleyway.

Kirishima's body was bigger and stronger though, and with each shuffle you attempted he would close the gap between you two, blocking your escape solely with his body.

“No, I-I need answers y/n,” he replied. His voice sounded so hurt, so full of anguished you felt your heart break a little more. He was still hurting, and now he was confused, seeing you all dressed up and committing crimes like a low level Villian.

“I need to know what happened to you.”

You faulted in your step, staring at Kirishima with wide, mournful eyes. You made yet another attempt to surpass him, your shoulder a mere centimeters away from his as you tried to walk past him.

“Nothing happened Kirishima, please just let me-“

If you thought you were going to leave that easily, you were crazy.

He swiftly grabbed your arm, his calloused hands rough against the leather of your jacket. Even through the thick material you could feel how warm he was-he always radiated such heat and brightness.

“Why did you leave UA?” He was abrupt with his question, but the hint of softness faltered his harsh exterior-he was still worried for you.

A deep sigh cascaded from your lips, your brow starting to sweat. You were tired of dealing with this heavy burden, this spider web of lies you had created for your own self. You still loved Kiri, yes, but your relationship was over and done. There was really no fear of judgement anymore. Hell, he just saw you steal a wallet like a low level thug-how much more could he judge you in this moment?

“You want the truth Kiri?” Your voice was blunt, and monotone, a shield from your true emotions.

“You want to know who I really am? I-I’m a Villian. I work for the LOV. I only went to UA because I had to listen to Shigaraki. He needed info and I was the only one to do it.”

You sneaked a peek at Kirishima's face, a slight grimace on your lips as you anticipated the look of disgust on his face. Your heart thumped painfully, waiting for him to look at you with revulsion, but-it never came. His bright vermillion eyes still stared down at you softly, his eyes coated with worry and sympathy.

“So-you were being forced?”

“At first I wanted to do it-b-but after I while, I started to change my mind,”

he was so warm, his body heat seeping into your cold skin like a fire on a winter's night. Even now, in this dark alley, exactly 3 months from your terrible breakup-he still could make you feel safe. He was your home in the snow storm, so warm and comforting when the rest of the world was so unforgiving and icy. You relished the feeling of his calloused palms on your body, wishing those hands were on your skin instead of your jacket so they could slowly warm your whole body with their wonderful heat.

“Then why did you leave?”

You gulped, licking your lips tentatively. Did you really want to tell him the truth? Tell him how weak you truly were? You honestly didn’t, a part of you screaming to just feed him a lie that would satiate you both-but the thought of living with even more of a guilty conscience made your mouth go dry. He didn't deserve another lie-after all you did to him, Kirishima deserved the truth.

“I-I didn’t want to get hurt. I didn’t want you to get hurt. If Shigaraki found out I was considering leaving the LOV, he would have done anything in his power to keep me.”

“You don’t know the League like I do. When I mean he would do anything-he would do anything-including killing.”

Kirishima's eyes momentarily widened, the brutal words cutting the air like a knife. It didn’t surprise him, though-he was a hero in training after all. He had been in too many dangerous run ins with villians-hell, he couldn’t even count how many times he could have died just in his first year at UA. Death was a recurring threat in Kirishima's life, and , for better or worse, it didn’t scare him as much as it used to.

“Kiri-I-I lied to you to keep you safe. You meant the world to me-You still do. I still think about you all the time, and I know you probably hate me, but I still love you. I never stopped.”

He watched your eyes turn down in shame, your head hanging low as if you were carrying a great burden. It was painstakingly obvious you were feeling guilty and remorseful, and his heart throbbed at the thought that of you being forced to continue on with this life. We all made dumb mistakes when we were younger-you shouldn’t have to keep the burden of your past decisions still.

As much as he felt sympathy for you, he couldn't help but feel so happy that you still had feelings for him. No matter how he spun it, he still cared for you and loved you with all his heart-hearing The same thoughts come from you just made him fall for you even more.

He gingerly took your chin in his hands, his calloused digits lifting your sullen head in order for him to look at you fully. Even when you looked so downtrodden, you were absolutely beautiful to him, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“God, take the words right out of mouth, huh?”

Kirishima's heartbeat feverishly in his chest-what he was about to do was so incredibly risky, but he had to do it. Too many nights he spent dreaming and remembering you, the memories bitter sweet. Now that he had you in front of him, he was going to take any chance he could go get those sensations back in his life.

Kirishima placed his lips gently on yours, knocking the wind out of your lungs. You couldn’t breathe-it was like you were drowning on his essence-yet you couldn’t careless. Warmth filled your stomach, fueling all over your body like a hot flame. It was so comforting and surreal to be feeling this again, to have Kirishima's hot lips pressed against yours.

He parted from you, both of you buzzing with electricity. It was surprising how much truth that kiss held-it melted the cocoon you two had around your hearts, allowing you two to see how much you had truly missed each other.

“ Y/n, I miss you, I knew that night you said you didn’t love me, something wasn’t right,” he spoke, his breath fanning your lips gently. “I knew there was more than what you were letting on.”

Kirishima grabbed your arms suddenly, looking you square in the face with intense eyes.

“ Y/n, you should have left then and there! We would have protected you! I would have protected! I promise I wouldn’t have let anything happen to you-“

“Y/n, you need to leave them, please,”

You sighed, hating how quickly the air thickened with the remembrance of your current situation.

“Kiri, I don’t want anybody to potentially get hurt because of my dumbass decisions, I’m fine, I can handle myself-“

“Y/n, no your not fine! Look at you-,”he motioned to your clothing and your sullen face, “this isn’t you at all!

“Kiri, please, don’t give me false hope-“ you shoved him off, wrapping your arms around your body to protect yourself. If you didn’t get control of yourself, you would follow his words in a heartbeat. As much as you would love to run into the strong arms of Kirishima, for him to warm your numb body with his positive energy- you knew it was dangerous. You didn’t want anybody to get hurt over you.

“It isn’t false hope though��.” He smiled sweetly at you, his hand stretched out to you, “please, just take my hand, Kay? Nothing bad will happen, I promise,”

You stared at him long and hard, your eyes wide with fear and uncertainty-he was so genuine, so warm, so forgiving. He wanted to help you, he was willing and ready. He wanted to fight the world with you by his side, to protect the people he needed to protect with his loving energy. Kirishima had a way of making you believe anything that came out of his mouth, and you were falling for his spell. You didn’t know if it was the shock from seeing him after so long, his kiss, or just from wanting to leave so badly, but you stretched out your hand, ready for him to take you away.

a cruel, scraggly voice boomed from the shadows, “He promises to keep his little love bird safe.”

“How touching.”

You two spun your heads around at the sound of the ominous voice, your blood running cold.

“Shigaraki,” you gasped out, your eyes glued onto your leader.

He was smiling a sick grin, his expression sadistic and cruel as he stood in a few paces away from you two. He was clothed in his Villain suit, his clothes tattered and dark like the Grim Reaper himself.

Spinner and Twice were standing close by, surveying the scene from above as Shigaraki sauntered to you two. Kirishima's expression instantly turned from softness to determination, his body instantly turning to shield yours.

“Oh no need to act so heroic hero,” he grinned, his tone sickeningly sweet life cough syrup.

“Just give us our comrade and we’ll be on our way.”

“You're not going anywhere with her!” Kirishima yelled, his quirk activating in his arm as he shielded you from Shigaraki. “She doesn’t want to be with you scumbags anymore!”

“I’d watch your tone if I were you, especially for trying to defend a spineless traitor like her.”

Kirishima's face turned red in anger, his whole body now turning as solid as a rock as he charged your former leader.

“You piece of-“

Shigaraki continued the sick grin plastered on his face as Spinner and Twice instantly jumped from their positions, grabbing Kirishima's arms and roughly slamming him into the nearby wall. You heard the air forces out of Kirishima's lungs, his face contorted in pain. Your heart felt as if it was getting stabbed as you watched Kirishima struggle against their holds.

“Kirishima!” You screamed, your body yelling at you to help him-but you knew you couldn’t take on those two by yourself, not even including Shigaraki.

You turned to the villainous man in front of you, your eyes pleading.

“Shigaraki, please, tell them to let him go-let him go!”

He took a step toward you, his footsteps ringing slowly like the ticks of an old clock.

“Oh, I will,” he replied, his voice low and sadistic, “-when you rejoin the League.

“ I’d kill you right now for being such a selfish brat if I didn’t need you-so take it as a gift. I’ll spare your life if you just come-“

“Never,” you spat at him, fear filling your stomach with your defiance. You were surprised to hear how steady your voice was, but the slight Tremble in your fists said otherwise.

“Fine then,” he smirked, “suit yourself-“

With a wave of his decaying hands, Spinner and Twice began to use their full force on Kirishima-punching, kicking, anything to torture him. He was trying his best to block them, even with his quirk-but they were quite strong, especially once Twice used his quirk to produce more of his own body. It quickly began evident that Kirishima was having a hard time to fight off the villains, his Stance slowly becoming weaker and weaker as his face began to bruise and his arm dusted with his own blood.

You were hopeless to just watch, watching your worst fear come to life-people we’re already getting hurt over you.

Anger filled your stomach, licking up your body like hot flames as you turned to charge Shigaraki, fire in your eyes.

“Stop it you crusty ass-“ you yelled out, your fists out as you tried to land a punch on the Villian.

He seemed to know your exact movements though, his hands harshly grabbing your wrists and mouth, colliding your body with his.

“I’d watch that mouth of yours if I were you, unless you want it to disintegrate-along with the rest of you-“

Shit.

You had momentarily forgotten about Shigaraki’s dangerous quirk-one wrong move and you could be a heap on the ground, nothing more. The fingers around your mouth were delicate, knowing full well you wouldn’t try and escape. They drummed playfully against your mouth, as if taunting you to do something foolish. You felt how cold he was, the feeling of his chapped skin on yours disgusting as he toyed with your life in his hands.

It was all a game for him-and he was winning.

“Look at him-“ Shigaraki ordered, the grip around your mouth suddenly tightening as he twisted your head to face Kirishima's misery.

“You caused this, y/n. All this pain, all this suffering. If you leave, he will be the first we target. Well slowly go after each and every person you have ever loved, until we finally come for you.”

“Now, you don’t want that, do you?” He asked, his face tilting in order to see your answer. You forced yourself to not look at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing the small tears running down your cheeks.

All you could muster was a small shake of your head, the vibration of your movement going through Shigarakis finger tips.

Through the fists and clones he was trying to fight off, Kirishima could see you shaking your head, Shigaraki looking practically happy by your answer. A sinking feeling filled Kirishima's stomach as he saw your body language slouch in defeat. He Tried to call at you, to stop you from agreeing to whatever was coming out of Shigarakis lying lips, but at that moment one of the clones landed a solid punch to his stomach. Kirishima felt all the air leave out of his lungs , his knees wobbling and hitting the floor as his head spun from the pain.

Shigaraki still had his hold on you, watching how your face crumpled as you watched Kirishima fall and unable to help.

“Good, now, will you come and rejoin?” He asked one last time, motioning for his comrades to move away from Kirishima and back to their spot on the roof of the alleyway.

He knew now he had you under his finger, knowing the show he had just made you watched instilled enough fear for you to never leave his team again. He watched your eyes cower to give one last look at Kirishima's crumpled body, your shoulders tense with stress.

“I-I’ll rejoin the League,” you whispered out, feeling the hold Shigaraki had on you loosen.

It was tearing you up inside to see Kirishima so bruised and hurt on the ground-you focused on the signs of him breathing, his broad chest rising and falling as he struggled to push himself back up. That small evidence gave you courage, your heart racing as you will yourself to continue with the plan you had secretly been concocting this whole time.

You grunted, a sly smirk erupting on your face.

“After I do this-“

You swiftly grabbed Shigarakis arm, twisting it in an excruciating position behind his back. He yelled out in pain, a string of curses filling the night as you rammed your fist into his chest, sending the air out of his lungs. He stumbled dramatically, dry coughs spewing out of his lungs as his knees hit the floor.

“You no longer have power over me-none of you do,” you stood defiantly in that alleyway, watching your ex comrades stare at you in shock and awe. In all your time with the LOV, you had never defied them. Not once. You were always so obedient, which was why Shigaraki loved to have you around as a n asset to his team-you were so easy to keep around his finger.

But now you were clearly being rebellious, your stony face telling the whole group you had changed-you didn’t give a damn about their threats and their rules anymore. You wouldn’t be coming back.

A burst of fear and extreme annoyance flooded Shigarakis' system, the pain of your kick aiding fuel to the flame. He growled, a curse directed at you dribbling from his lips as his thin legs wobbled his body weight up. His mouth opened to send you another string of curses, ready to unleash his full wrath on you for embarrassing him so much, until a characteristic siren filled the night air.

Kirishima propped himself onto his knees, a tried grin gracing his bruising lips.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you-“

His hand lifted, showing the whole group a small contraption in his hand. In the darkness of the alleyway it was hard to tell what it was, but it seemed Kirishima was holding a phone, a route to your location lighting up the screen.

“My mentor gave all us heroes-in-training a tracker, just in case we get into any trouble. While you were blabbering on about plans, I sent the heroes our location.”

Kirishima smiled triumphantly at the fearful faces of Shigaraki’s comrades, Shigarakis own fave contorted in rage.

The sirens were slowly getting louder, the colors of blue and red dancing lightly against the stony walls of the alley way.

“So unless you wanna get caught by the heroes,” he added in, his tone surprisingly friendly, “ I suggest you go.”

Shigaraki seemed waver, trying to see if he could still get you back under the terrible circumstances. But the cops were practically here, the sounds of car doors slamming being heard. He had to admit it to himself-he lost this battle. He gave you one last scornful look, his bloody irises sending a shiver down your spine as he took off with his comrades, not leaving a trace.

You could already hear the police officers stepping out of their cars, fear flooding your stomach. Even though you had just defied the League, you were still a criminal. You had been doing illegal activities for months now-hell, you just stole a girls wallet 15 minutes ago and it was still in your damn pocket.

Even though a part of you was screaming for you to run as well, you fought off that flight response in order to help Kirishima off the floor.

His skin still feels warm, your hands making sure not to touch the tender parts of his skin from his fight. Even though he was smiling, you could tell he was in some pain. Your worst fear was already being realized-he got hurt over you. For you. You could never repay him for that, the guilt seeping into your core.

“Kiri are you okay? Please tell me you are,” you pushed out, the tone of your voice desperate and pleading. “I’m so sorry-“

Kirishima looked up, his vermillion eyes as bright as ever as he caresses your cheek, sweeping the single tear off your face.

“For what? You did nothing wrong y/n, you don’t have to be so sad over me-this is my job after all!” He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood as you began to help him stand up. He was slightly wobbly on his feet but seemed to be doing just fine.

He gave you a small smile, a hint of worry in his eyes as he heard footsteps coming behind him.

“Just-let me do the talking, Kay?” He waited for you to give him a nod, his hands giving yours a gentle squeeze.

“Do you still have the wallet you stole?”

“The-? Oh, yeah, I do,” you stated quickly, the wallet resurfacing in your mind as you rummaged in your jacket, pulling it out and shoving it into his hand.

“Thanks,” he smiled at you, his cheeks warm as he faltered for the smallest second.

It was evident he wanted to lean in and kiss you-the way he stared at your lips was quite evident and brought a blush to your cheeks.

But Kirishima was still on duty, and couldn’t be so openly romantic when he was in his hero suit as well being approached by law enforcement. He instead opted to kiss your cheek, the smooth skin of his lips warming your whole body as he walked over to greet the police officer.

Kirishima has spoke to the police officer for quite a while, a few others watching close behind as they surveyed you. You felt strange, standing there so alone as you watched Kirishima talk to the officer so warmly.

You didn’t know what he was saying, or what he was doing, but you were hoping he was somehow sweet talking the officers. You watched him point to you at one point, his warm smile assuring your terrified face as the officer looked you up and down tentatively.

He motioned you to come over, as if trying to get a frightened animal to come near him. You followed his command, your steps hesitant as you approached the two men.

The officer face was hardened until he saw the look of terror on your face, his expression softening slightly.

“This is her?” He asked gruffly, turning to Kirishima.

“Yes,” he nodded his head in confirmation. “The LOV have been brainwashing her for their plans-she has intel the heroes could use to our advantage. Fat Gum’s agency needs her straight away in order to get that info from her. I promise we will get her in the system and any other information you may need on file.”

The officer gave you two a long look, sighing as he scratched his chin.

“Alright,” he complied, a huge smile erupting on Kirishimas face. “You two need a ride? You look pretty messed up.”

Kirishima gave a small chuckle, scratching the back of his head. “Uh-yeah, THAT'D be pretty nice actually-“

After the small car ride to Fat Gum’s agency, you had helped Kirishima out of the car and to Fat Gum’s office at the top floor. It seemed like someone had already alerted Fat Gum to Kirishima's arrival, because you two were instantly met by the pro hero with worried eyes once you reached his office.

“God Kirishima you had me so worried for a second!” He yelled, striding over to the bruised hero, “that receptionist really made it sound like you were in need of medical attention or something-“

“I’m fine Fat, you don’t gotta worry about me!” Kirishima said good naturedly, his perfect teeth glistening in the fluorescent lights. “I actually have some things I need your help with-“

“You definitely do if you're bringing a civilian into the office,” FatGum stared down at you with a warm smile, your heart beating guiltily. It was strange to see the hero in normal clothing in not in his larger form, his stature so much smaller it seemed from his usually large frame.

“The names Fat, but you can call me Taishiro!” He held out his hand in front of you, his bright personality radiating off of him, “and you are-“

“I-I’m y/n, sir,” you said hesitantly, taking your smaller hand in his. He was just as warm as Kirishima, like a bright ball of sun.

No wonder Kirishima interned with Fatgum-he was just like him. Bright, fun, kind. Everything you so dearly craved for in your life, but couldn't quite grasp.

“I’m sorry, I’m not a civilian-I’m a criminal, a Villian,” you muttered sadly, your head hanging low, “well, I was-“

Fat Gum gave Kirishima a confused look, his happy exterior dropping slightly.

“She was being forced to be a Villain by Shigaraki,” Kirishima quickly stepped forward, his tone serious as he defended you. “She wanted to leave the LOV, but they were threatening her.

“She didn’t do anything wrong-she just wanted to protect herself and the people around her.”

Fat Gum scratched the side of his cheek, his eyes lost in thought.

“Well Thats a strange situation to be in-I’m assuming you two know each other?”

You looked at Kirishima, red blossoming your cheeks just like his.

Maybe it wasn’t the best time to tell his mentor that you had dramatically broke up with Kirishima over 3 months ago.

“We uh-“ Kirishima started, his voice wavering in uncertainty.

“We were classmates,” you chided in quickly, “I went to UA along with Kirishima, but the LOV forced me to leave the school.”

Fat Gum nodded his head, a sigh escaping his lips. “So-you’ve been working as a Villain, but against your will?”

You nodded your head, your breath caught in your throat as you awaited for the hero's reaction to this news of your true identity.

“This will get a little fuzzy legal wise, especially if people are looking for you-some may not trust what you say, even if you left the League and do everything in your power to change their minds.”

“Don’t worry though, I believe you,” the hero placed his hand in your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I believe Red Riot full heartedly in his perception of others and I’m pretty good at reading people too. I can tell youre not what the League tried to make you into.”

He sent you a warm grin, making you feel safe for what had felt like a long time.

“Would you be willing to answer questions about the League? about how they operate, how large they are, their plans-“

“Yes, anything to end them and help the heroes,” you answered quickly, your tone set in determination, “I’d be willing to do all of it.”

“Well that settles it!” Fat Gum said happily, the smile back on his face. “Tomorrow we’ll start talking to you about your experience with the League-but you two seem to need a well deserved nap.”

“Why don’t you keep her in your apartment Kirishima?” FatGum turned to the hero, Kirishimas dusted in pink by the proposition. “Shell feel

a little more comfortable since you're someone she knows, and she’s also close to the agency.”

Fat Gum gave you a soft smile, his eyes filled with reassurance. “Heroes will be around all day and all night, so nobody can come in and out.”

It surprised you how intuitive the hero was-he knew exactly how you were feeling.

Even though you knew it was foolish, you still felt that somehow the League would find you and try to bring you back. You had clearly defied them, and it scared you that they be trying to get their revenge.

But Fatgums charming smile was so reassuring and welcoming, you couldn’t give him a small smile back.

“I think I can manage that arrangement.”

“Good then,” he gave you two one last smile, ushering you two out the door, “make sure to get some rest-tomorrow will definitely be a long day. Make sure those injuries are doing well too, alright?”

You both gave the hero a curt response, turning your backs from the now closed doors.

Kirishima's heart began to beat intensely, his stomach filling with butterflies.

You had agreed to stay in his room? God, if someone had told him a few hours ago you’d be staying the night with him, he’d wouldn’t believe it for a second. But now this was happening, and he couldn’t be more ecstatic or nervous.

He stared at your profile, not missing the dusting of red on your cheeks-you were nervous too? It made him feel a little better inside, a small smile gracing his lips as he stretched out his hand.

“You ready?”

You looked down at the outstretched sha s in front of you, taking his palm in yours tentatively.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,”

He lead you through the agency, taking an elevator a few levels down in order to get to the apartments specifically for the heroes in training.

It was a short trip, but the fatigue that wa a beginning to hit your body was making it feel so much longer. The adrenaline rush you had felt all night was wearing off, your eyes fluttering as you will yourself to stay awake.

Kirishima noticed your sleepy state, a small chuckle escaping from his chest.

“You feeling tired?”

“Just-a little,” you yawned out, wrapping your hands around your body.

“Don’t worry-were almost at my place,” he gave you a sweet smile, his hands outstretched for yours as the elevator door opened. You took it gratefully, letting him lead you to his door as he opened it with ease.

You stepped inside, adjusting from the darkness as you took in the sight in front of you.

The room smelled of him-the warm and musky scent ofhis cologne lingering in the air. It was almost teasing you with its memories, a wave of comfort washing over you as you recalled all the times you buried your nose into his neck and smelled his scent.

His room was pretty neat, surprisingly, his desk organized and his walls decorated with a few posters. You recognized some from his old room at UA-a Crimson Riot, his favorite band, and even a calendar he used to use frequently.

Some areas of his room signaled the busy life of his work stidy, his unmade bed strewn with clothing he had hastily ripped off, a small pile of clothes in a pile and his laptop charging in a corner of the room.

Kirishima cursed himself as he looked around the room, painstakingly noticing every little detail and mess, hating how he hadn’t cleaned up his room that day.

“Sorry for the mess, I didn’t expect to have anyone,” he chuckled nervously, already going around and picking up his things.

“It’s fine-I like it,”

You were speaking the truth when you said it-you liked how it was so him, showing a glimpse into his daily life. It was warm and comforting, even residential, to see him in his day to day life.

“You do?”

You hummed a “yes”, feeling your heart beat fast when Kirishima closed the gap between you two, his palms gently grasping your arms. He breathed in a deep sigh, holding you close.

“God, you don’t know how much I missed you,” he sighed out breathlessly.

“I missed you too Kiri,” you looked down, old guilt resurfacing inside you, “I’m still sorry for being so-so mean to you-I should have just told you the truth, I shouldn't have lied-“

Kirishima smiled softly, lifting your chin with his finger.

“Don’t worry about that! That was in the past-now it’s just you and me, kay? You don’t have to worry about any of that, now”

He gave you a long look, sorry buried in his brows as you ran his fingers along your skin, feeling the bags under your eyes. You inhaled a deep breath, loving the electricity Kirishima set into your skin just from his touch.

“You really are tired, huh?” He asked quietly, his voice husky from exhaustion himself.

“And you're not?” You gave him a quirky smile, making him blush with a chuckle.

“Well, I didn’t say that,” he gave you a small grin, his hands returning back to their spots on your arms.

“Do you wanna sleep? You can take the bed if you want-I know it’s not made, but I can sleep on the couch if you’d like-“

“I want to sleep with you,” you replied softly, your eyes widening once you realized what you had just said.

You wanted to sleep with him? God, you sounded so perverted!

“I-I mean I want to go to bed with you-I didnt mean-I just didn’t want to make you sleep somewhere else, since this your room-“

Kirishima's face was incredibly red, but the smile was still plastered on his face.

“Oh it’s alright, I really don’t mind either way.“

He pulled himself away from you gently, as he began searching through his dresser for some clothes.

“So-bed together?”

“Yup!” You replied back, popping the p as You sat on the unmade bed, your fingers dragging against the plus fabric as Kirishima turned around, sitting in front of you as he handed you one of his shirts.

“I know you don’t have any pajamas, so you can wear one of my shirts until we get you some clothes.”

“Mm, sounds good,” you smiled tenderly, loving how close he was as you ran your hands through his hair.

He sighed into your touch as he nuzzled into your skin, his breath warm against your skin.

He sat there for a few moments, finally rising sluggish and slow.

“Gotta move-or I’ll fall asleep right there,” he chuckled, walking over to the front of his closet. He began to take off the pieces of his hero suit, the large gears on his arms hitting the floor with a thud.

You admired how broad his shoulders were, the way his muscles rippled so evidently as he moved his bones to his will. He was so perfectly built, you could t help but drool at the firmness of his skin.

“Having fun over there?,” he turned around, a shit eating grin plastered on his face as he undid the belt around his waist.

“Just a little,” you gave him a small grin, hear flooding your face as you held the shirt close to your chest.

“You can go change in the bathroom if you’d like-you don’t have to stay out here if you’re not comfortable,”

“And what if I am?”

You laughed at the clearly evident blush on his cheeks, his face trying to hide the rush of embarrassment.

“Your a handful,” he chuckled, his hand running through his hair nervously.

He knew you were joking, and you two had only sorta, maybe gotten back together lass than an hour ago-but damn if he wasn’t nervous and excited by you being so flirtatious-in his room.

For the rest of the night.

You gave him one last smile before you disappeared into the bathroom, your hands closing the door gently.

God, it felt so nice to be in his arms again, to feel safe and warm. You had missed the fluttering feeling Kirishima gave you, like you could fly away at any moment and you could care less. You brought your nose to the cloth of the worn shirt, the powerful smell of his detergent and cologne washing over you. It was so comforting, a nostalgic feeling filling your body as you remembered how much you missed his scent.

You quickly stripped of your clothes, happy to be free of the uncomfortable garments finally. Since Kirishima didn’t hand you any shorts to wear, you decided to only wear the shirt he had given you over your underwear. The softness of the shirt felt so relaxing against your tired skin, almost like getting a hug from the boy himself. You smiled a deep sigh, happy to see that the shirt was long enough to at least cover your underwear from plan view and you splashed your face with some cold water, rinsing away all the fears from tonight.

You would have a long day tomorrow answering questions about the League-you could at least give yourself tonight to forget and be worry free.

Kirishima was hastily changing before you came out of the bathroom, dreading the idea of you seeing him half naked as he swapped out of his hero suit. He opted to wear something comfortable, grey sweatpants and an old black tshirt, his body running frantically to clean his room. Now that he got the chance to properly clean his room, he was a mad man trying to make it to his liking. He shoved clothes into his closet, made his bed, even hiding cords under his bed.

If you were going to be in his room, he was at least going to give off some impression of him being neat.

He was now laying on his newly made bed, his hands occupied with checking his phone as he heard the bathroom door opening, your footsteps soft on the carpet of his room.

He looked up, a question about to fall from his lips until his mind went completely blank at the sight of you.

There you were, standing in his room, looking as beautiful as ever wearing his shirt and nothing else. He couldn't help but stare at your legs, worshipping the curves as his mouth was agape from awe.

He didn’t fully prepare himself at the sight of you in his clothes, but god did you wear them so perfectly-

“You okay Kiri?” You gave a nervous laugh, striding over to the bed, settling your knees on the plush comforter.

The shirt road up from the movement t, showing more of those pretty thighs of yours that made him practically drool.

“Ne-never been better!” He tried to compose himself, his voice rising slightly.

God, he needed to get ahold of himself.

“You look pretty comfy,” he gave a small comment on your outfit, loving how bashful you look at the comment.

“Of course I am,” you replied back, crawling over to his side of the bed. He gulped at the sight of you coming so close to him, “I’m in your clothes after all.”

You sat your body next to Kirishima, your hand finding his as your other lightly rested on his stomach.

“You know, I’ve always thought you looked good in anything,” he smiled, his eyes dark like wine, “but you wearing my clothes-you looked best in that,”

“Really?” You gave the boy a shit eating grin, knowing full well you were playing a dangerous game now.

This night could end in two different scenarios: one could complicate things, and one could really complicate things.

You’d take the latter, if he was willing.

You shifted your body around him, straddling his waist as his shirt rode up, exposing your thighs even more.

“And what about when they're not on?”

Kirishima's heart beat at an insane pace in his chest-was this wrong to do? He didn’t know and frankly, he didn’t care at that moment.

He returned the smile, his hands traveling underneath the soft shirt.

“Even better.”

Tagging (anyone who commented or asked for a part 2- I tried to get everyone!):

@cellotonin @bakugous-forehead @lgbtonystarks @marrypuffsstuff @lady-bakuhoe @kurinhimenezu @hipster-merchant-of-death @hot-pocket01 @bubblegum-bee-otch @kai-charm

#bnha #bnha x reader #kirishima x reader #bnha kirishima x reader #mha kirishima x reader #kirishima one shot #kirishima x you #bnha kirishima x you #mha kirishima x you #kirishima x y/n #bnha kirishima x y/n #mha kirishima x y/n

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animeficsworld · 4 months

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Warumono-San Falling in Love with a Woman Who Looks Like a Panda - Headcanons

Warumono x Fem!Human!Reader

You saw him for the first time at the ZOO

He was way too tall for you to miss

His hair covered his eyes but you could tell he was a handsome man

He stood in front of the Panda exhibit

He was taking a lot of photos yet again

And as he turned to leave, he laid his eyes on you

A woman

A woman who looked just like a panda

He was stunned

He was staring

You tried to ignore him but his gaze never left you

You tried to focus on the animals in front of you, but you just couldn't

You moved and he followed you

Was he a stalker?

Or a serial killer?!

Thoughts were running through your mind

Then you saw him at the gift shop

He was staring at the panda soft toys when you went in.

You left empty-handed, he bought a plushie

He would go up to you and innitiate a conversation

He was a man of few words

But you did give him your contact details

He was too handsome to say no to

That was the day he leard about dates

And he asked you on a date the next day

His mind was filled with pandas and you

You and Pandas

It was all he could think about even while he was working

He texted you at work and he found himself looking forward to your reply

Then, on his day off, he invited you to his place

As you looked around you finally realized why he was so facinated by you

He loved pandas

And you were going to be his panda

A/N: Let me know if you all would be interested in more! I have some ideas! :D

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dayables · 3 years

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4 and Shin? That's a dark one, but you write him well so I'd trust you with it. If you want something lighter instead, 17 for Shin!

Thank you for asking this! As you can see, I got into a very deep ramble about his life pre-death game and it doesn’t really tie in but I’ve kept it there :) The last few parapraghs are the actual answers ahaha. Play some sad music in those paragrapths because I nearly cried with halloween music in the background. 4) What they would do if they had one month to live. If Shin had one month left to live? We see it in the game kind of. Or at least kind of. Obviously imitating your ‘scary friend’ most likely abuser to try and turn everyone against your biggest threat isn’t going to work in real life.

What the game and his 0.0% score does tell us (or heavily shove in our direction so we infer it) is that Shin is petrified of certain death to the point of desperation.

I do believe/headcanon that he is a very logical person. Almost everything he does is backed up by logic in the death game except for his last moments because screw logic that’s never worked before. (The opposite of Keiji who’s likely very emotional until his potential last moments but this isn’t about him). So the question is, when did Shin’s last moments begin for him? As the player, it’s when it’s that final choice between him and Kanna. To Shin this is likely a very different response. His last moments start the very second he gets told he’s doomed to die. Almost all of Shin’s choices in the game are emotional. Trusting Sara or at least earning her trust is the logical choice here. Making yourself her enemy because you are scared is the emotional one. He just lies to himself on the basis that she’s untrustworthy. Which, you can trick yourself into believing is logical. It triggers a kind of flight or fight response in all our characters when they realise they can die here. All the cast barr Shin choose to fight and try and escape. Shin chooses the flight option here. Nothing he does actually prevents his death in the end. He just runs away from the inevitable doom.

I am once again inferring by comparing him to rest of the cast the death is a deep rooted trauma (and I definitely have thoughts on why). While the concept of death is one that scares everyone, no one seems to revel in it the way Shin does. He is living an incredibly safe life. A free lance programmer (by the sounds of it) which earns an average of £60 an hour. He has a side job at a convenience store (that wasn’t a lie). He doesn’t leave his apartment much meaning he doesn’t have much of a social life. Shin is in a position in life where it’ll be near impossible to hurt him. Obviously he isn’t earning 60 quid an hour, but he has the potential too. Once he’s set up and successful, he’ll be able to die old. Alone, maybe not happy, but old. For a guy likely in his early to mid twenties, things are bound to change but only as much as he lets them. From one person who will happily spend all their life in their own company to another, Shin isn’t going to change that. Not when he’s too scared to let someone past arms width and will avoid doing so. By the time he gets his game together and his skinny self to therapy it’ll likely be too late to make the same connections he has the chance too at his current age. It’s not emotional because even the most introverted of introverts desires a life all alone. It’s a logical one for the fears and life he has. I don’t think that means he isn’t happy. It just thinks there’s a potential that he could have been happier.

For Midori to have gotten as close as he was and no one to pull up the red flags his friends either didn’t care or didn’t exist. Most likely the latter seeing as he is very much in the process of mourning three years after his friends death. He likely wasn’t close enough to his parents to feel he could go to them over something as silly as Midori’s death. In the aftermath, Shin will be confused and muddled. In some ways, he’ll be elevated because he is free, he can move on. In other ways he’ll be lost, devastated and empty. Shin will also have a semblance of independence back. He doesn’t think he shows enough gratitude to his parents for materialistic items. Midori’s abuse was likely emotional or verbal. It probably consisted of vague threats, put downs, anger, power dynamics and a shrug at Shin’s emotions. I’m in no way a professional but after years of this Shin is going to think his emotions are something he should be able to handle himself, something he might not be able to do if he started to repress them in his teens. Shin likely has a warped sense of independence. Instead of being free from others control, he’ll likely think it means he can’t get help and must deal with everything alone.

Being told that his death is round the corner strips two things that he values most away from him. He now has zero control over his life and worse, it ends with him dyeing. Shin would grasp for straws to have that independence back and therefore escape his own death. If he couldn’t get his independence back then he’ll try and avoid the end outcome.

His last month would be a goose chase to avoid death. There’d be a list of everything he has to do. Fuck his jobs, fuck debt he needs to get to the hospital. Get checked up! Make sure he’s well. He’d do it everyday. Does he have enough medicine? Wet wipes, stock up on healthy food, hand sanitizer? Does he have enough hand sanitizer? Make sure his room is squeaky clean, don’t let anyone in, don’t answer the phone. Bolt the windows and live off ramen and debt for the rest of the month. Beanie on, beanie off, what is he going to die from? Has he prevented any possible cause? He’s forgotten to call his parents. That’s fine because he shouldn’t be dyeing anyway. It’s logical. It’s all logical. This is not his fear of death speaking through everything he is doing is logical! Now he just needs to figure out what’s causing this all? How did that person know? Then on the last day. He’d just give up. He’d finally pick up that phone and call his parents. He’d thank them and explain. He’d apologize for the debt because he’s swimming in it then he’d hang up. Shin would then proceed to cry in bed all day and trying to sleep so he just doesn’t wake up. Then, while it’s a tragedy, I think he’d accept it. I don’t think he ever really thought he had a chance but his emotions drove him round and round in circles. Maybe he would regret his whole life and look back on it all. In a none death game scenario Shin seems like a brooder. He doesn’t have Kanna to live for so he has no reason to push forward. I think in the end he’d reach the conclusion his life was pretty pointless. Just as he’d slip from consciousness I imagine he’d think of Midori. Nearly everything we know about Shin seems to revolves about Midori . We, the player, never know him before the guy entered his life. That guy has a big impacts in his life and in a world where that was the only person to leave such a big mark? I think he’d go back to Midori. Especially with nothing to distract him from his mourning.

It’s quite sad really. He lets his fear control him too much. Midori controls him too much and they’re both aware of that fact. But in the short, Shin would try and avoid his death. Hell he’ll likely die of exhaustion or caffeine overdose

His ending in the main game, I think that’s the best way Shin could have gone at that age. Dying for Kanna and letting go of his cynicism.

Ending this off with 17 because I need that jokeness now, after all that.

17) What would they sing at Karaoke?

Everyone expects Shin to like bang out with some Beyonce or something. Maybe one of those silly little disney parodies. Everyone would make a joke about what he should sing because he’s indecisive as hell.

Keiji Kai and all of those mature adults suggest Single Ladies, Mr. Brightside, Fireworks, Wannabe because classic Karoke songs you actually have to be able to sing when Shin 100% can’t? Count them in!

Midori would suggest something embarrassing he knew wouldn’t even be funny to watch. Just painful.

Gin, Sara, Reko and Alice are snickering behind their hands as they suggest Poor Unfourtunate Souls, How Bad Can I Be (Alice ended up doing that one), The oogie boogie song and the price Ali reprise.

When he refuses Sara refuses to let him get away with not being painted as some corny villian and dedicates her singing of Cruella De Vil to him.

Then Kanna taps on his shoulder and tells him what to sing and A: It’s Kanna’s suggestion B: It’s not and a bonus C if he’s drunk: He gets to whack a certain police officer and teacher with a hockey stick.

And my inner theatre Kid shines through as he I say Shin sings Revolting Children and can’t get his letters write, drunk or sober.

‘R e v o t l i n !’ instead of ‘ R E V O L T I N G’

‘S P L L!’ instead of ‘ S P E L’

‘TOO LATE FOR YOU?’ Instead of ‘ 2-L-8-4-U ‘

I kid you not I have knows this song for years and I still struggle. You can not do that spelling rhythm first time.

Also the lines. The lines! We will become a screaming hoard.//Take out your hockey sticks and use it as a sword.// Never again will we be ignored.//We'll find out where the chalk is stored// And draw rude pictures on the board.

It’s such a childish song but it’s so hard. He struggles and struggles and one day he will get it because it’s so simple and why can’t he do it roght! Also, it suits him. Sue me.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6PXm34OBP8

#well this is sad #Press F for Shin #I swear i started rambling #IDK man he gives me hermit vibes #Also like karoke #thanks for the ask!#I told myself this'd be a quick write up because the answer is so simple #This is why Im failing English.#I go in rambles like this #Stan Kanna and what she does for Shin #yttd #meta #shin tsukimi #Sou Hiyori

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wonderwomanfantasy · 5 years

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heart like mine

it’s big mental break down hours boys and I’m taking it out on Bakugou whoops.

Bakugou x Reader

Word Count: 2,100(about)

Warnings: angst, gore, death, abuse, kidnapping, torture, this goes from 0 to 100 real quick,

Summary: Bakugou refused to belive in your supposed death, even though it’s been two months without any sign of you, even when they find the body. he knows you are alive, you have to be. he doesn’t know what he’ll do with himself if you aren’t.

Bakugou didn't trust people easily, but it had taken him longer than normal to come around to you. You were always so damn happy go lucky putting on a wide smile and offering to use your quirk on whoever even remotely needed it. Witch bakugou didn't. You had a healing quirk, you would take the injury before redirecting it into someone or something else. He felt weak when he needed your help, and he felt manipulated when you used his weakness as your strength. He almost always brushed off your offer, he wouldn't let you so much as help him off the ground. He didn't need you.

But he had started trusting you eventually. He would let you ease the pain in his muscles, or take away the ringing in his ears if, and only if, no one else was around, and you sent the damage into the wall or something. He would never let you use your quirk on him in battle- If he was going hurt someone he was going to do it directly.

You were always there when he needed you, your healing hands always ready to take some of the weight off his shoulders. He was more than ecstatic when you had gone to Best Jeanest for your internship with him, not that he showed it in any way.

Bakugou wasn't sure when exactly he fell in love with you, but he knew that he loved you. He loved your voice, and your laugh, he loved your eyes and your hair. He loved your kindness and your sense of humor. And he would be damned if he let anyone get to you before him. He asked you out on the first day of school in your third year. You rejected him. You liked Bakugou too but you weren't dating anyone until after you had made a name for yourself as a hero.

So he waited, watched as you climbed the ranks from a nobody, to in the top twenty to number seven where you staid. Then he asked you out again and this time you accepted.

Often, he found himself wondering what would come next, you had been his girlfriend for almost five years now had been living with him for three, marriage couldn't be far away, right? His mother hinted at it constantly while the fans speculated that you were already married but hid it from the public. He liked the thought of “Mrs. Bakugou (y/n)”. he had to snap himself out of daydreams of tall buttercream cakes and white dresses more often than he cared to admit.

So he bought a ring. It was sleek and glamours perfect for you. Bakugou had picked up a thing or two from his parents after all. He was planning to propose that night, the little velvet box burning a hole in his jacket pocket. But you weren't there to be proposed to. His home had been broken into, ransacked and vandalized. The villains had only taken one thing of value: you.

He couldn't sleep, he didn't eat. His life was consumed with trying to find you and the bastards who had taken you so he could cave in their skulls. Every clue he took note of, he followed every lead and looked everywhere for you. On nights where exhaustion overtook him, he slept fitfully, plagued by nightmares. The ring staid on his nightstands waiting for a day that might never come. He didn't want to think about it. If the chances of finding you alive were slim to none after two days. Then what were the odds after a month?

He didn’t lose hope, even after they found your body. well, they found a body, who was your exact hight weight and what little shreds of fabric had been left on the mangled burned corpse matched fibers from your hero suit. Bakugou didn’t believe for a second it was actually you. he couldn’t wrap his mind around that possibility. the body had been burned beyond recognition, there was a chance it wasn’t you, and the fibers on the body matched your hero suit, but you hadn’t been wearing your suit when you were taken his friends moved on, urged him to do the same. but he couldn’t not yet.

You didn't understand why they had taken you, at first. You woke up chained to a wall. Gagged and bruised. Your wrists were bound to the wall so you couldn't even heal your own wounds. As it turned out, there weren't a lot of villains with healing quirks, so they had to kidnap a pro hero just too heal the wounds they got trying to kill your friends.

It was hell. No matter how you thrashed and kicked and fought back the restraints held tight you refused to use your quirk for them. So they starved you and beat you until you were to weak and delirious to refuse them. If they were feeling particularly crewel, which they often where, they would wake you up at odd hours of the day and night. The lack of sleep made you feel like you were losing your mind. Somehow you held on to a small sliver of hope. It couldn't be long before you were rescued. But days slipped by with no one coming to your aid. Days turned to weeks. The weeks to months. It was hard to tell time, you weren't allowed near windows. You had long since given up on telling the difference from day and night, sleeping when you could.

Your faith was really only broken when you saw a Gossip imagine left beside you. A Rebound Already? Pro Hero Ground Zero spotted with hot new blonde two months after (Y/N) (L/N)'s tragic death.

Of course, no one would be looking for you if they thought you were dead, your own boyfriend had moved on for Christ's sake. You were broken after that. You no longer put up a fight when your captors used you for your quirk. You didn't even bother to send the wound off somewhere. You let the pain slide down your fingertips and down your arm letting the wounded land where ever they wanted on your body. Cuts opened on your stomach, bruises and scrapes that weren't yours materialized on your skin. You could only get away with it for so long, you were too valuable to let die. What you wouldn't give to just. Die.

Bakugou hated the press coverage. How fucking dare they imply that he could ever move on. He refused to lose hope. He would find you and he would find you alive and then everything could go back to normal. But every lead was nothing but a dead-end, and he was running out of straws to grasp at.

Then a miracle happened, he got kidnapped. Sure he didn't think it was a good thing when he woke up tied to a chair, a quirk nullification collar latched tightly around his neck. Tape had been stuck over his mouth so he couldn't even scream. That sure as hell didn't stop him from trying though. Slowly. A slender girl with choppy black hair who couldn't have been more than 19 came before him.

“you're Ground Zero, Bakugou Katsuki right?” she asked timidly. He thrashed wildly in his retrains, but they held. “shake your head yes or no” the girl tried but he continued to ignore her.

“I know where (y/n) (l/n) is and if you want to see her again you'll stop,” she boomed, it was surprising hearing such a loud noise from such a small frail looking thing. He froze instantly. “good, now Are you Bakugou Katsuki or did I kidnap the wrong blonde-haired son of a bitch?” she asked. He nodded. “good” “and you want to find (L/n)?” he nodded again. “she was kidnapped by the League of Villians about two mounts ago” she said nervously. Bakugou founded, he had already figured as much, it was more a question of why. They hadn't asked for ransom, they didn't kill you as some sort of message, and as of yet, they hadn't turned you to their side.

“they've been using her quirk, it's sick I can't stand it anymore,” the girl muttered. “do you still want to save her?” She asked picking at her lips nervously. he glared at her and nodded as angrily as he could. Of course, he wanted to find you.

“good,” she said nodding. Her eyes kept flicking back and forth as if she was expecting something to come crashing in on them. “It goes without saying that I shouldn't be doing this. But I- (Y/n) she was-Fuck it doesn't matter. I'm going to give you a tracking device, you come and find her, get her out okay.” she pulled out a small box from her pocket and placed it on the ground in front of him.

“bring back up or don't I don't care. And don't think this means I'm on your side or anything. I'll try to kill you when you show up and I expect you to do the same.” she added glaring. Bakugou wasn't sure what else to do, so he nodded. “okay good luck,” she said then turned to leave. Bakugou shouted and rocked in his chair. Her plan was all fine and good, assuming she wasn't lying and wasn't tricking him but how the fuck was he supposed to get out? “oh right, the collar will turn off after, ten minutes? I assume you can get out from there, see you soon then.” and with that, she was gone, literally disappearing in a puff of white smoke. Ten minutes later bakugou blew up the cuffs around his wrists and the chair beneath him.

It was probably a trap. It was almost certainly a trap, fuck somewhere deep inside he knew you wouldn’t be there but it was all he had and he was desperate. what was he supposed to do if you really were dead? he had given his heart and soul to you, was he just supposed to forget about all that and try again with someone new? He picked up the tracking device with shaky hands. There was a little red dot on a map labeled with your entails and a little blue dot with his entails. You were close, so close. He took a deep breath. He had to be smart about this call for help. there had to be someone at the agency must be able to figure out if it was real or not. He shouldn't go. He should get out of here.

He started running towards you.

It was a normal day. You hated the thought of a routine with these people. But what else were you supposed to do besides accept this reality? The villains laughed loudly and drank without a care in the world. You closed your eyes and rested your head against the wall. You would try and fail to sleep, then enviably someone would shatter glass and they would need your help. At least you were alone in your cell.

Then came the deafening blast. Then silence, or maybe there was noise, you couldn't really tell over the ringing in your ears. It didn't even cross your mind that it could have been bakugou. You looked around panicked, did you dare hope for a chance at escape?

The door to your room was knocked off its hinges into the opposite wall. You didn't believe your eyes as you watched bakugou stormed into the room. It couldn't be real it had to be a dream or a hallucination. It couldn't be his hands the ripped your chains out of the wall.

He brushed the hair gently out of your face as his crimson eyes scanned over your damaged body. “you look like shit babe,” he whispered to you in his grave voice. It had been so long since you had heard that voice. Tears sprung to your eyes as you clung to him. You barred your face in his neck taking him in with all your senses. If you could see his face you would see him crying too. He lifted you easily, you had lost a terrifying amount of weight since he had last seen you. “Don't cry on me you big baby It's okay,” he said in what might have been a comforting tone.

No one tried to stop him as he carried you out of that damned bar. He held you close to his chest listening to your sob into his shoulder. Even though you were crying and hurt he was ecstatic. Because you were alive and it was his turn to heal you.

#katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou #bnha bakugou #bakugou imagine #bakugou angst #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader #reader x bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #my hero acadamy #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia head cannon #boku no hero academia #boku no hero imagines

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theophagism · 4 years

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this is gonna sound so weird but drop some book recs

please, i love giving book recs! here are a few of my favs in no particular order w/ their Goodreads summary

Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson

A stunning work that is both a novel and a poem, both an unconventional re-creation of an ancient Greek myth and a wholly original coming-of-age story set in the present.

Geryon, a young boy who is also a winged red monster, reveals the volcanic terrain of his fragile, tormented soul in an autobiography he begins at the age of five. As he grows older, Geryon escapes his abusive brother and affectionate but ineffectual mother, finding solace behind the lens of his camera and in the arms of a young man named Herakles, a cavalier drifter who leaves him at the peak of infatuation. When Herakles reappears years later, Geryon confronts again the pain of his desire and embarks on a journey that will unleash his creative imagination to its fullest extent. By turns whimsical and haunting, erudite and accessible, richly layered and deceptively simple, Autobiography of Red is a profoundly moving portrait of an artist coming to terms with the fantastic accident of who he is.

honestly my favorite book. i can’t recommend it enough. it inspired my username and my blog title both here and on my other tumblr accounts. i’m planning on getting a few tattoos based on it as well.

tw: sexual abuse, disassociation

Night Sky With Exit Wounds By Ocean Vuong

Collection of Vuong’s poetry

tw: internalized/externalized homophobia, poetic violence, the aftermaths of war/immigration

The River King by Alice Hoffman

People tend to stay in their place in the town of Haddan. The students at the prestigious prep school don't mix with locals. Even within the school, hierarchy rules as freshman and faculty members find out where they fit in and what is expected of them. But when a body is found in the river behind the school, a local policeman will walk into this enclosed world and upset it entirely. A story of surface appearances and the truths submerged below.

so so so so beautiful and heart wrenching. i read it in sixth grade and have kept my copy ever since and haven’t stopped thinking about it. similar to The Secret History and If We Were Villians.

tw: self-harm, suicidal ideation, brutal murder

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

Under the influence of their charismatic classics professor, a group of clever, eccentric misfits at an elite New England college discover a way of thinking and living that is a world away from the humdrum existence of their contemporaries. But when they go beyond the boundaries of normal morality they slip gradually from obsession to corruption and betrayal, and at last - inexorably - into evil.

in my top five favorite book and one of my most reread. my copy is covered in notes and ramblings.

tw: murder, alcohol and drug abuse

If We Were Villians by M.L. Rio

Oliver Marks has just served ten years in jail - for a murder he may or may not have committed. On the day he's released, he's greeted by the man who put him in prison. Detective Colborne is retiring, but before he does, he wants to know what really happened a decade ago. As one of seven young actors studying Shakespeare at an elite arts college, Oliver and his friends play the same roles onstage and off: hero, villain, tyrant, temptress, ingenue, extra. But when the casting changes, and the secondary characters usurp the stars, the plays spill dangerously over into life, and one of them is found dead. The rest face their greatest acting challenge yet: convincing the police, and themselves, that they are blameless.

it took me a bit to fall into but it’s really good. similar to The Secret History

tw: murder

Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor

Around the world, black hand prints are appearing on doorways, scorched there by winged strangers who have crept through a slit in the sky. In a dark and dusty shop, a devil’s supply of human teeth grows dangerously low. And in the tangled lanes of Prague, a young art student is about to be caught up in a brutal otherworldly war. Meet Karou. She fills her sketchbooks with monsters that may or may not be real, she’s prone to disappearing on mysterious "errands", she speaks many languages - not all of them human - and her bright blue hair actually grows out of her head that color. Who is she? That is the question that haunts her, and she’s about to find out. When beautiful, haunted Akiva fixes fiery eyes on her in an alley in Marrakesh, the result is blood and starlight, secrets unveiled, and a star-crossed love whose roots drink deep of a violent past. But will Karou live to regret learning the truth about herself?

Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

A wild, passionate story of the intense and almost demonic love between Catherine Earnshaw and Heathcliff, a foundling adopted by Catherine's father. After Mr Earnshaw's death, Heathcliff is bullied and humiliated by Catherine's brother Hindley and wrongly believing that his love for Catherine is not reciprocated, leaves Wuthering Heights, only to return years later as a wealthy and polished man. He proceeds to exact a terrible revenge for his former miseries.

Frankenstein by Mary Shelly

The story of a young scientist who creates a sapient creature in an unorthodox scientific experiment.

Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

Through the story of Charles Ryder's entanglement with the Flytes, a great Catholic family, Evelyn Waugh charts the passing of the privileged world he knew in his own youth and vividly recalls the sensuous pleasures denied him by wartime austerities. At once romantic, sensuous, comic, and somber, Brideshead Revisited transcends Waugh's early satiric explorations and reveals him to be an elegiac, lyrical novelist of the utmost feeling and lucidity.

tw: sad ending, alcoholism

Crush by Richard Siken

Collection of Siken’s poetry

tw: internalized/externalized homophobia, poetic violence

The Likeness by Tana French

Cassie Maddox has transferred out of the Dublin Murder Squad with no plans to go back—until an urgent telephone call summons her to a grisly crime scene. The victim looks exactly like Cassie and carries ID identifying herself as Alexandra Madison, an alias Cassie once used as an undercover cop. Cassie must discover not only who killed this girl, but, more important, who was this girl?

it is part of a sort of series but it isn’t necessary to read the other books, though they’re great. I also recommend Broken Harbour from that series. similar to The Secret History.

tw: murder, one brief scene of homophobia by a main character’s family

Entangled Life: How Fungi Make Our Worlds, Change Our Minds & Shape Our Futures by Merlin Sheldrake

When we think of fungi, we likely think of mushrooms. But mushrooms are only fruiting bodies, analogous to apples on a tree. Most fungi live out of sight, yet make up a massively diverse kingdom of organisms that supports and sustains nearly all living systems. Fungi provide a key to understanding the planet on which we live, and the ways we think, feel, and behave. In Entangled Life, the biologist Merlin Sheldrake shows us the world from a fungal point of view. Sheldrake's exploration takes us from yeast to psychedelics, to the fungi that range for miles underground and are the largest organisms on the planet, to those that link plants together in complex networks known as the "Wood Wide Web," to those that infiltrate and manipulate insect bodies with devastating precision.

tw: will make you stare at the mushrooms at the grocery store for an ungodly amount of time

#book recs #mailbox

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OverhaulXReader part 40

Sorry this took so so long!! It’s finally up, thank you for all the kind words!!

Overhaul wasn’t much of a cook or knew his darling's favorite pallet. She’s always been cooking when he’d seen her eat, and all the times they went out his memory was blurred. But nonetheless he was prepping the roof top garden for his angel. He was like a bird preparing a nest. It was on top of a normal office building so she wouldn’t even know what’s going to hit her. He had to make sure all the flowers were pointing the right way, and the crew didn’t mind as long as he didn’t ruin them.

The couple had come so far. She’d always been there when Pops took him in, ready to face challenges alongside him. She’d sacrifice so much to be by his side, but now for her it’ll all be worth it. The ring was still in his pocket. He took a deep breath and called the car to pick him up and then Y/n.

Overhaul felt like an idiot though. He didn’t know what he was going to say and thought maybe to leave it up to the moment. She was going to say, he can’t imagine a world where she tells him no.

Y/n came to the car looking gorgeous as ever. No matter what style she wore, or how she did her hair, she was always perfect, just like the day he saw her singing in a choir. In the car she told him about her day at work and how she saw a celebrity come in and eat at the wicked sparrow.

“You’re taking me to an office building? What do they have a good cafeteria? Is this the early bird special?” She asked when they arrived.

“Old man joke or bird joke?” He asked her.

“Both, you’re my grumpy old man bird.” She told him.

“I thought I was a pirate.”

“You’re my love.” She told him.

This had to be easy, but why does it feel so hard? He took her inside the building and they went into the elevator.

“A gold elevator, this building is just bragging at this point.” Y/n said.

“Y/n, for awhile now, I’ve been in a dark place. With pops and work, but you’ve always been there…” he started.

“Well of course, you know there is not one else I’d want to be with.” She reached for his gloved hand.

His instinct was to pull away, but he fought through it to hold her hand back.

“I know you don’t think you’re good at being romantic or you don’t know if you understand how relationships work, but from being with you, Overhaul, you doing a good job.” She moved her hand holding his arm. “Though we’ve both been through things no one should ever go through, we’ve really stuck together, even when we were oceans apart.”

She was up staging him! What was she going to do to get down on one knee and propose herself like on a leap year day? He wouldn’t get upstaged! She’s always been the go-getter in the relationship, but he’s gonna let the story show that they were mutual and that he also chose her. She may praise him openly to friends, and be the one to reach out and hold his hand in public like someone always deep in love, but he could make a grand gesture too that everyone would remember! They made it to the garden.

“Oh wow!” She said in amazement with her eyes lighting up when she saw the rooftop garden.

It was a winning setting for his fairytale proposal.

“I figured I could take you somewhere special.” He told her. “I have something to show you.”

She smiled as he led her through the greenery in the moonlight.

“No ones here, you really planned something didn’t you.”

Was she expecting it? Throw her off the trail, perish the thought, he wants water works from her.

“Yes, to show you this charcuterie plate.” He showed her a plate of meats and cheese. She was still smiling, and he knew that wasn’t what she was expecting, but he wanted his speech with the water works and the hands over the mouth whispering the word yes. “You’re a talented chef, I figured I’d test you in your own field and ask if I had fine taste.”

“Oh I don’t know if I’m ready for a charcuterie plate.” She tried joking. “I also didn’t know you made cheese.”

“I’ll admit, these are store bought.”

It was enough to make her laugh. Y/n had always been the funny one to the public eye, but at least he could make her laugh .

“You’re getting awful passionate tonight? Special occasion? Are you planning on running off and asking me to join you?” She asked, taking a cracker and cheese.

She was too good.

“Oh my dear, every occasion with you is special.” He tried covering his tracks just to tease her further.

“Meats, cheese, wheat crackers, only if we had some-”

“Chocolate strawberries?” he asked, taking out another plate.

He held the green leaves and put the tip to her lips. She smiled and bit down on the fruit. Chrono gave him the tip that chocolate covered strawberries were the “sexiest food”. Rappa had the most wrong answer saying it was a rotisserie chicken because they dance while being cooked. Mimic tried to one up Chrono with a chocolate fountain, but Nemeto said if they were in a garden setting, pollen and leaves would get in there and ruin the chocolate. The relationships with his men had been strained over the last couple months, but they were still loyal to him and even wanted to help him. Overhaul didn’t really want to open up about his relationship, even though Chrono had already known much of it, he didn’t really have Pops around to ask how to propose.The conversation did help massage the sore patch because Overhaul showed his vulnerable side, and that he was still keeping it with him.

Overhaul did have a plan. He was going to propose at the end of the date, after she would be sure that this was just one special date with a lot of effort to make up for all the work he’s been doing and then bam, a ring.She’d be shocked after doubting it, and then accept. Though he wasn’t a man of many games, he enjoyed the game of teasing they had going on. After he would propose, she would go back to his place to spend the night and gush she couldn’t believe it’s happening. Overhaul was going to give her the wedding she deserved.

Overhaul led his date to the ledge so they could look at the night sky together. He knew he was far from a perfect man, infected even, but he would use his dieses to accomplish his dreams of eradicating every infection. Having Y/n coming across the world to go back to his side, going through the hell she went to, and even the name change made him feel unstoppable, if she was loyal to him then his dreams would always have support whether she fully understood him or not.

“I thought you would have more questions for me.” He told her.

“I already know you’re a little weird no matter how you slice it up.” She told him. “Keep it that way.”

“You’re the one who plays it dangerously close with public intoxication.”

“Dangerous! Mr yakuza man! And how long ago was that! I was just celebrating!” She protested.

“Remember when you didn’t want to confess to me?” He asked her. “You were worried I was too busy?”

“I was worried it would ruin our relationship.” She told him. “But I guess I had nothing to fear after all, you’re still here.”

Their eyes locked. Maybe he had to drop his end of the date plan, because now it seems too perfect to ignore the moment. Not only did he plan to stay by her, but he wanted her to know it was officially his plan. His hand reached into his pocket.

“Y/n, I’ve been-“

A scream paused his words but then the whole building shook, meeting some impact. Y/n held onto Overhaul as he grabbed the ledge. He looked over to find pro hero ant Lady had been thrown into the building. His stomach tightened as he found the Gillian fighting the hero was also a giant monster.

“What was that!” Y/n yelled.

“Two giants decided to fight.” He said.

Once Mt Lady stood, here horns were visible. She yelled some fighting words over to the villain and the couple covered their ears. Overhaul knew he had to take Y/n out of where they were because they were in danger. Mt lady moved and the building collided with a force of power causing it to shake again.

“Oh god!” She yelled as she clutched his shoulder. “I’m sorry I’m sorry-“ she continued as she realized that she was touching him while he was breaking out in hives.

“We’re leaving.” He told her.

Going down the stairs of this building didn’t seem safe since the structure of the building had been hit twice breaking its structure. There had to be broken glass everywhere, and who knew the building would be hit again. The building next door hadn't been hit yet.

“Just trust me.” He told her.

He used his quirk to connect the two buildings making a bridge. He tried giving the bridge rails to prevent Y/n from falling if another collision was made.

“You go first and I’ll be right behind you, okay?” Be tried explaining to her calmly.

“Okay…” she wasn’t confident but she did everything he said.

Right behind her, he was trying to guide her to safety. However the girl’s stepped stopped as she was distracted at a telephone pole falling on a car.

“So we get to the other roof, but theoretically what’s next?” Her voice shook.

“We’ll figure it out. Don’t look at that.”

They made it to the other roof. Overhaul had to use his quirk on the door because it was locked. The goal was to make their way down and get the hell out of there. He was practically dragging Y/n down those stairs, he figured if she tripped she would fall into him and stop the fall which is why he took the lead. Moments like these he was able to overcome his weakness because he had to for his goals. The building shifted as the lights flickered. They heard more glass break on the other side of the building. Y/n froze again, she held onto the rail of the stairs unable to move.

“I can’t do it.” She whispered quietly. “I can’t move.”

Heroes, pathetic. They were the worst when it came to the infected. Villians at least knew they weren’t helping society and didn’t pretend to be a gift. Heros on the other hand were worse. They saw themselves high and mighty claiming they used their power for good, but it’s all a show. They didn’t care when Y/n and him got kidnapped all the way back then, and they didn’t care now the trauma they were causing her now. The pain they caused her for being failures at their titles. They didn’t save her, she was always at the mercy of her attackers. Course the sight of MT lady didn’t bring her joy that a hero was stopping a villain, it brought her terror of the upcoming destruction. Overhaul yanked both her wrists forward causing her to fall off the stair. He caught her over his shoulder.

“Hey! Just leave me! I’ll slow you down like this!” She begged knowing she was pushing his limits.

“You’re not going to get crushed by a building.” He told her.

They made it down to ground level. Overhaul looked back and forth trying to come up where to go next. They watched people and cars going in every direction. They couldn’t come up with where the villain or the hero was at.

“This way.” He grabbed her wrist again.

Overhaul didn’t blame Y/n for being scared. Her quirk always made her seem inferior to the other kids growing up because her infection pretended to be nothing more. It was a dormant quirk that could only be found out through a terrible injury. Her quirk didn’t match to super strength, fire, or flying. She was just someone who was meant to be cut up. Years of pretending to be quirkless, more people must have looked down on her, she was someone to pity, because if she admitted her quirk she would have to reveal she was traumatized early on. People attacked her and thought they were lucky with someone who couldn’t fight back as hard. Heros pitied her as villians preyed on her. Her existence made her backed into a corner in fear because she would never be someone taken seriously. She was the best chef, quirkless too, but someone could just come along with a quirk that’s called best taste and ruin her hard work. Nothing that she did would guarantee her success, or safety because someone with a quirk could ruin everything for her.

Overhaul’s eyes found a blocked off subway that no one was going into. It wouldn’t be safe, but they would be away from the fighting and reduce their chances of being trampled. He picked Y/n up and hauled her over the yellow tape. They continued down the stairs catching their breaths.

“Wait…let me catch my breath.” Y/n said.

He watched her sit on the step and hold her chest as she was just to catch up with herself. He wanted a world where her talent was better than any quirk she could come in contact with. A world where she didn’t have to run from heroes or villains. A world where she was safe. He wouldn’t be able to erase quirks completely, but he could give the villains claws to stop the heros from being such glory seekers.

“I’m sorry tonight was ruined.” He told her.

“It’s not your fault. You put so much effort into it.” She said. “It sucks this happened.”

He felt the little box in his pocket, but looking at Y/n now wasn’t the time. She was out of breath and traumatized from racing down a shaking skyscraper. More than anything she looked like she was ready to faint. Proposing now would be putting a bandaid on a gaping wound. She ended up sitting on the step putting her face in her hands.

“I thought we were dead back there…” she whispered.

He was limited in their options on where to go. They could go on the construction tracks and look for another stop to go to which is a high risk situation, or go back out where MT Lady is fumbling the town. He would hunt heros and kill them, but kill one ten more to take their place because they’re just so inspired by a dead person.

Kai reaches out to comfort her, but had to stop himself. He was thinking about killing MT Lady, so his quirk could have activated. He took a deep breath, and then placed his hand in her hair. Y/n looked up at him and he realized how her horrors never harden her. She was shaking, eyes puffy. Her terrors never made her stronger, she was a survivor though every time she walked out her apartment door going to work. These heros thrive on chaos and traumatize their civilians. Maybe he didn’t deserve her yet until his dream was complete. People always let marriage be the stage to settle down, so he’ll settle down the world a bit so he can propose.

They waited for the loud rumbling footsteps to settle, it felt like an entirety, but they didn’t keep track of the time. Y/n just sat on the step, holding Kai’s leg, as he stood and listened. Today he’d play it safe doe Y/n, risking an early escape may only hurt her mental state more or even harm her physically. There are some terrible storms in life that all a person can do is sit through until it passes. Once it was over they climbed out of the subway and found a lot of police cars and ambulances. The damage had already been done to so many. They were lucky, every worker was too distracted to notice them, even the news people, they had enough witnesses. The duo managed to catch a subway to Y/n’s apartment.

“Too bad we couldn’t call a driver, I bet that was the worst part of your night.” Y/n said burying the events as deep as she could behind her brain.

It was funny, she still was thinking of his comfort, even though she couldn’t move a short time ago due to fear. She was still worried for him. It wasn’t the worst part of his night, it was how the whole thing was ruined, the planning, the advice he got from Rappa, how he knows he has to hold back his feelings for now because his Y/n deserves a safe world.

“It’s up there.” He told her.

“At least you were there to carry me. For a shady guy, you have some white knight vibes. Is Chrono your stallion?” She tried joking.

“You don’t have to do that...you can cry.” He told her.

Y/n’s face did lose it’s cherry funny girl composure as she covered her face to cry. Kai reached out and held her in his chest. He loathed touching her like this, but it was what he had to do. His hands to her were either for pleasure and comfort. It reminded him of all the pain she had endured and pretended it wasn’t that bad. He was no model for expressing emotions, but he wanted her to express her real emotions. Pretending it was all okay was the tactic her parents passed down to her and now she wasn’t okay, far from it. A ring wasn’t going to solve her problems, but maybe his hand could, without a quirk.

“I’m sorry.” She sobbed. “I know you hate this

“It’s what I have to do.” She told her awkwardly patting her back.

“Rubbing your hand in a circle is normally more comforting.” She tried joking looking up at him, smiling even though tears were streaming.

“I’m not the best at this stuff.” He told her.

“That’s not true at all!” She perked up. “You’ve always been there for me.” She told him.

Though she was sweeping it under the rug once more, he took comfort in knowing she wasn’t too proud or scared to show her true emotions, even the ugly ones.

“Are you staying the night tonight?” She asked him almost in her building.

He felt the ring in his pocket. He wouldn’t chance it

“I can’t tonight.” He told her. “I have an early morning.”

“You can’t do an alarm mister never sleeps anyway?”

It’s nice to be wanted.

“I love you my angel.” He pecked her cheek.

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