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obsessive-ego · 2 years

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Pest of the west

Toonjuice x reader

Warning cringe

Gender neutral pronouns, pregnancy is mentioned once, also reader is forced to wear a dress

A shameless episode rewrite, swapping lydia for y/n and making it into a reader insert, I can not stress this enough, I just rewrote the episode to fit what I wanted, If this goes over well i might do more episode rewrites

Toonjuice takes you to the old west to goof off, and shit gets bad when an out law named bully the crud falls in love with you

"Come to the netherworld he said, it'll be fun he said, we'll go to the old west, you could use a good time, god" you grumbled to yourself, here you were handcuffed, wearing the ugliest, largest wedding dress you've ever seen in your life, hell, the size of the dress was the second reason stopping you from running from this cruel fate, the first being the groom. Not only were you handcuffed, your soon to be husband had a vice grip on your arm, a giant bull of a monster, Bully the Crud, you had no idea why this bastard wanted you, or why beetlejuice, scared out of his wits, left you to fend for yourself, all you did know was that you were screwed.

...

Finally friday, it's been a long rough work week, between overtime, and unreliable coworkers, and your bastard of a boss using you as a punching bag, you were beat.

Home again, you toss your bag and coat on the couch as you pass the living room, your apartment was small and quiet. You head to your room to finally change out of these work clothes.

Passing the full length mirror in your room, out of the corner of your eye you notice the reflection wasn't yours.

"Hey BJ" you say casually, not bothering to look his way as you dug around your dresser for something more comfortable.

"Its about time you finally came around babes"

"Yeah, overtime again" you sigh

"Gross"

"Tell me about it mr I dont have a job" you laugh, turning to the mirror to see that beetlejuice was gone.

"Huh" you mumble scooping up your change of clothes "guess he had things to do?" You mumble.

Just then, you jump as the television in your bedroom turns on, loud static noises buzz from the speakers before an image settles on screen.

"Beetlejuice ?"

Your television lights up showing a desert like scenery, with cactus, and wired fences, and there was beetlejuice, dressed in cowboy attire

"Thats my name, and cow poking is my game,Are you tired of the same old same old boring modern breather life style?"

"Yeah" you chuckle

"Are ya in desperate need for a change of pace? Then mosey on down to the nether world's wild west rude ranch, conveniently located in tombstone scareizona"

"Theres a wild west in the netherworld? Like cowboys and stuff?" The ghoul had your full attention now, maybe sometime goofing off in the netherworld could do you some good, and the wild west would seem like something new and fun,

"Cowboys, cowghouls, just spout those magic b words and we'll be ghost town bound"

what's the worst that could happen?

"Beetlejuice beetlejuice beetlejuice!" You shout in a hurry, and in a flash you were gone.

And there you were in the scenery you saw on your television, sand, cactus, cow skulls, all the cliches of an old west movie. Your work clothes now replaced with more appropriate attire, a black cowboy hat, with a matching vest, a soft blue coloured puffy sleeved shirt, with a dusty blue neckerchief, black pants, with a big belt, and some big black boots, you look liked you walked out of freddy pharkas frontier pharmacist, but appreciated the wardrobe change, your clothes always changed when beetlejuice dragged you into the netherworld, you were used to it by now.

"Beetlejuice?" You look around, the ghost was no where to be seen

"Oh bury me~ on the lone prairie~"

The ground next to you shakes before beetlejuice unearths himself "welcome to the netherwest babes! I'm your ghost host with the most, should you have any questions, I'll be sure awnser them, as obscurely as possible" the ghoul proudly proclaims as he struts away from the grave he pulled himself out of.

"So this is the netherwest, it looks fun"

"Of course babes, it has everything an old west motife should have, sun, sand, more cliches then you can shake a stick at" the ghost hollers shaking a stick at a cow skull

"Sounds like a blast beej" you grab his arm eager to see the sights.

"And dont you worry toots, if you're fretting on being bush wacked by bad guys, you're fretting for nothing"

"Oh? You some kind of old west hero?" You asked amused by his sudden confidence

"You kidding babes? Nobody messes with the pest of the west, I'll show ya what I mean later" he cackles leading you into town

"Pest is right" you chuckle

...

The two of you were having a blast, beetlejuice eagerly showing you the sights, dragging you around town, the two of you laughing and carrying on, you really needed this after such a shitty work week, you could always rely on beetlejuice to change your mood for the better.

It was all fun and games until your ghost with the most got kicked by a horse into a trough of dirty water. You were trying not to laugh at him as you helped him out.

"This has got to be the closest thing I've taken ta a bath in months" he grumbled

"Its surely an improvement" you laugh, hoisting you friend out of the water

"Excuse me, allow me to introduce myself" an unfamiliar voice interrupts the two of you, standing in front of you was a man shaped like a dartboard and a tiny purple guy who's shirt was way too long for him.

"Howdy there stranger, The name's casualty, hop along casualty, I'm the mayor of this here tombstone and this is fester, we all in the market for a new sheriff, know anybody whod be intrested in such a noble and HIGH paying job?"

"What-" was all you manged to get out, before beetlejuice perked up

"DO I? Look no further, I am the slob for the job!" Beetlejuice lunges forward eager to shake the mayor's hand, before you pull him back

"Uh beej? You a law man? Do you even know any laws?"

"Dont rob people"

"I set the bar too low, werent we just here to have fun? Besides sheriff? That's alot of hard work" the ghoul's one weakness, maybe the mentioning of work would be enough for him to decline and the two of you could go back to goofing off.

"WORK?! YUCK!" Beetlejuice shouts, you smile, theres the ghost you know and love more then you're willing to admit.

"Maybe the breather is right, maybe the job would be too much for this tender foot to handle" casualty loudly proclaims as he and his sidekick walk away

"TENDER FOOT!?"

Great, now they had him, beetlejuice was always a sucker for reverse psychology.

Beetlejuice proceeds to 'show off' his so called slime shooting skills, saying he could shoot his hat before it touched the ground.

The hat went up into the air and beetlejuice went trigger happy, the ghost hit everything BUT the hat, you were smart enough to take cover, the ghost proved in a matter of seconds slime shooting was something he had to cross out on his resume, as he proceeded to cover the towns folk in slime.

But yet the mayor was still eager to hire him.

"Beetlejuice come on, no offense, but you are the worst guy for the job, you lie, cheat, steal, hell you're wanted in 5 different states, plus we just got here, why would anyone want you to be sheriff? Theres got to be something wrong" you pleaded with him, your words fell of deaf ears, beetlejuice was too excited with all the glory that came with his new title.

"Beetlejuice, I wouldnt do this if I were you-" you try again only to be shoved aside by the mayor, who was more the ready to slap that star shaped badge on Beetlejuice's chest.

"Congratulations son, you're exactly what were looking for!"

"This us a joke right?" You groaned

The mayor dragged beetlejuice to the group of townsfolk who gathered in the street to see what all the commotion was about

"Attention yall, I'd like ya to meet out new sheriff"

The crowd cheered and beetlejuice drank in all the attention and praise, while you just stood there trying to put two and two together

"Oh, I forgot to mention, bully the crud will be here at high noon" the mayor starts

"And hes gonna do terrible, horrible things to you-" fester continues

"Great" you grumble, there it was, so much for a fun time.

A bell gong rings through the town, and in a matter of seconds the towns folk were gone, leaving only you and beetlejuice standing in the middle of the street, you pull your phone out of your pocket, though you had no service, it still worked like a clock, time in the netherworld worked differently, though it was evening when you left, it was day time when you arrived, your phone always acted accordingly, weird, but you werent complaining.

"Noon" you say in a whisper, you stomach now turning with dread, what did beetlejuice just sign up for?

The ground rumbles and you grab the ghoul's arm out of nervousness and in a sandstorm cloud of dust a pig pulled carriage charges into tombstone, making a hasty hault in front of the two of you. The door swings open and there stands what you can assume is bully the crud, a big bull of a man, snarling and staring down the two of you.

"I'm looking for trouble" he growls

Beetlejuice snorts "never met 'em, you know anyone by that name babes?" The ghoul gives you a nudge, you shake your head

"That ain't what I ment, that was a figure of speech! Which one of the two of you are the sheriff?!"

You clamp your mouth shut, you werent gonna rat out your friend or take the blame, beetlejuice did the same

Bully huffs through his nose before grabbing you by your neckerchief

"You better spill-" in the rough movement of grabbing you, your hat got knocked off, your eyes no longer hidden in shadow.

"You better, better- why, arent you a pretty little thing" bully sets you down, and hands you your hat "why you ring my bell little meadow muffin, hows 'bout you give ol'bully a kiss" you cringe at his change in mood and utter out a "what?" More confused then anything else, not to mentioned disgusted

Beetlejuice quickly pulls you away, a tad angry over how this over grown hamburger was now hitting on you, HIS best friend.

"I'm the sheriff round these parts, and this here is my deputy" the ghoul snatches your hat from you hands a roughly puts it back on your head

"I never agreed to that" you grumble adjusting your hat.

"YOU'RE THE NEW SHERIFF?!" the bull bellowed, followed by a fit of laughter

"And who might you be?" Beetlejuice puffed out his chest squaring up to the monster

"I'm bully the crud, the meanest ombre that ever licked a law man" he shouted

"Ya know you look alot bigger then your eight by tens, were you sick on picture day?" Beetlejuice laughs pulling a photo from his pocket

"Enough small talk, I came to run you outta town and that's what I aim ta do" the bully snorts

"Alright bully, make your move" beetlejuice snorts reaching for his slime shooter

In a matter of second the monster grabs beetlejuice with one hand, tightly wrapped about his gut, squeezing the afterlife out of him

"Nice move" beetlejuice croaks

"Wait!" You shout, dead or not that's got to hurt

Bully drops beetlejuice, his attention now on you

"Sweet little meadow muffin, ya change your tune about giving ol' bully that kiss?" He coos, quickly making his way infront you amd grabbing your hands, his voice was much less harsh when addressing you, it was nauseating

"Ugh" you flinch, youd prefer the same hostility he's shown beetlejuice over this 'sweet' side in a heart beat

As disgusted as you were, this little exchange, it was enough of a distraction to get beetlejuice back on his feet.

In a flash your ghost host with the most pulls you away from the Bull's grasp

"Back off bovine breath" he snorts jabbing bully in chest "I hope you dont mind me asking, but what's your BEEF with this town anyway? Cuz we'd kinda like ya to just MOO-ve along" with each cow related joke beetlejuice pushed bully back away from you, you bit your tongue, trying not to laugh, despite Beetlejuice's confidence, you werent too sure how dangerous this guy really was, and besides, beej was doing enough laughing for the both of you.

You remained silent watching beetlejuice roll on the floor laughing at his own jokes, that is until Bully has had enough of the ghoul's shenanigans and snaps and screams

"NOBODY MAKES A LAUGHING STOCK OUT OF BULLY THE CRUD!"

Beetlejuice hops back to his feet and laughs

"Beej, I think you should get serious here" you urge, yes you know beetlejuice was a powerful ghost, but he was also a dumbass.

He snorts "come on babes, you worry to much, this over sized hamburger is all bark and no bite, ya know what I mean?" Beetlejuice gives you a half hearted shrug, turning away from Bully.

Of course beetlejuice wasnt as freaked out as you were, he wasnt the one getting kissy faces from a cow.

"Relax babes, remember what I told ya earlier? Nobody messes with the pest of the west-!?" Beetlejuice freezes, while he spent his time ignoring bully and flapping his gums at you, the bull took his opportunity and painted a large yellow stripe on Beetlejuice's back.

"THE SHERIFF GOT A YELLOW STREAK DOWN HIS BACK!" A voice screams

were the towns folk watching this whole mess?

"You calling me a chicken?!" Beetlejuice screams back

"Boo" bully leans into him and whispers him Beetlejuice's ear

And that was all it took to turn your friend into a giant yellow chicken

Beetlejuice scrambled and clucked away from bully, hopping on the nearest horse and riding put of town.

You were in utter disbelief, he left you behind

"Fuck" was all you could say watching your friend ride out of view, you were now screwed.

You were pulled from the spot and hoisted up into bully's arms

"Now that I ran sheriff stinko out of town, let's have us a wedding♡"

"I just have one question for you"

"Well sure there honey"

"What's the capital on Thailand?"

"What?"

"Its Bangkok!" You shout slamming the heel of your boot into bully's crotch

Bully drops you and screams, you quickly scramble away thankful that stupid joke worked.

Your freedom was shortly lived, you didnt get far, no building would let you in, citizens too frightened to what Bully might do to them if they were caught harboring someone he wanted, which was fair in a sense.

Bully pulls you back into his arms and laughs "you should be more careful there my little meadow muffin, you dont wanna damage the family jewels, we're gonna need em"

Beetlejuice wherever you are please come back.

As you were being prepared/forced to marry a literal monster beetlejuice was in the middle of the desert not too worried about you, back to his old abnormal self, arguing with a horse

"So your not gonna head back to tombstone? What about your friend?"

"Y/n? They're fine, they're the toughest living thing I've ever had the privilege to scare" he waves his horse off, despite all the teasing the ghoul gave you he held a very high opinion of you and just assumes you could take on bully no problem. "They could take on a while herd of Bully the cruds, no sweat"

....

"Y/n's sure taking their sweet time, I'm beginning to worry"

"I told ya, bully the crud is one tough side of beef, do you have any idea what's gonna happen to your little friend if you dont run him outta town?" The horse nags

Beetlejuice snorts "yeah, like I can see the future-" in a flash Beetlejuice's cowboy attire was replaced with to resemble swami, with a big crystal ball nestled in his lap

The ghoul snorts out a laugh

"Now let's see if I can get a clear picture on this thing" beetlejuice focuses on the orb and what he sees makes his stomach turn, not only did you fail on rescuing yourself from his mess, you were forced into marriage with that monster, your living status was now gone, barefoot and pregnant, all because of him.

"Y/N! SAY IT AIN'T SO! Y/N AND BULLY ARE GONNA GET HITCHED!"

...

So here you were, hand cuffed, gagged, in the ugliest puffy dress you ever seen, standing before a minister with you future husband who had a vice grip on you and no way out, you were trapped, you couldnt run, you could barely speak, every objection from your mouth was quickly muffled by Bullys sweaty hands to the point the bull gagged you to make things easier for this mess of a ceremony, if you could manage a few words you would have said the B word 3 times before this got this far. Your time was running out, and your Hope's of beetlejuice coming to save you were getting slimmer by the second.

"We are gathered here today to join these two in matrimony, be there any man, or beast" the father gesturing to the side of the church filled with what you could only assume is Bullys extended family. "Who feels that this here wedding should not take place, let them hold up their hand, or hove, or forever hold their cud" the minister laughs nervously

This was it, you were doomed, there was nothing you could do, you stood there staring forward, utterly lost in despair.

"GET ON WITH IT!" Bully bellows tugging you in closer, this had to be a nightmare right? Any second your alarm would go off right?

"That's it! The only thing left to say is, I now pronounce you cow and-!"

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE PARSON! I OBJECT!"

You whip your head around, knowing that voice anywhere, there he was, standing that the entrance of the hall, rushing towards you.

"This lil' thing is spoken for" beej spats before pulling you away from Bully, with a snap of the ghoul's fingers your restraints vanish, with your new found freedom you were quick to embrace him, silently thanking the stars he came back in the nic of time.

"How dare you try and marry MY fiance!"

"What?" You mumble

"Your fiance?! They ain't got a ring to prove that!"

"Oh?~" Beetlejuice grabs your wrist and shoves your hand in Bully's face, "then what's this?" Placed upon your middle finger was a very large, very tacky, bright green jewel on a black and white striped band, a ring that sure wasnt their 2 minutes ago.

"I-?!" The bully stutters

"You didnt notice? were you too busy forcing my little cockroach into this mess you couldnt be asked to see if they've been already spoken for, I bet you wouldnt listen to a word they said" each word the ghoul spoke he would jab the bull in the chest, he was really laying on the country twang, you couldnt help bit crack a smile knowing the danger of you being married to that monster was gone, not to mention Beetlejuice saying you were his fiance.

This mirth was short lived though, as Bully had had enough of Beetlejuice's shenanigans, with a snarl and a bellowing howl

"NOBODY CUTS OFF MY NUPTIALS AND GETS AWAY WITH! ITS TIME WE SETTLE THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL!"

"Yeah"

"AND THAT MEANS ONLY ONE THING"

"Name it"

"SLIMESHOOTERS AT 60 PACES"

"YOU GOT IT!"

Bully stomps out of the church to get ready for the dual

Beetlejuice quickly pulls you aside

"Alright babes, let's get out of here, just say those magic b words and we can amscray" he whispers to you

"We cant"

"right- WHAT?! WHY?! - I mean why? Cat got your tongue? Suddenly lost your voice? Or, oh no, dont tell me ya changed your mind and ACTUALLY WANT TO MARRY THAT CHUMP??" The ghoul grabs you shoulders and shakes you, as if to knock some sense into you

You brush his hands away "no, Beetlejuice, we cant leave, if we leave Bully is gonna destroy this town and everyone in it, I cant live with that on my shoulders" despite the fact that you hung around with a professional con man, you yourself were honest and kind, and to be the cause of such misery, you could never forgive yourself.

"Like I'm gonna lose sleep over that-" he grumbles

"Please beetlejuice, I'm asking you as a friend, and after you ditching me, I think you owe me" you gesture to the awful dress you were forced in, not to mention how if he was seconds late you could have been hitched to a literal monster.

"Fine" he grumbles

"Besides you're dead, what do you have to lose?"

Beetlejuice groans

"Also Can I ask one more thing of you Beej? Can you get me out of this dress?" You tug at the tooling, you could barely move and the fabric was quite itchy.

"Y/n! In front of so many people, and in a church! If you insist" the ghoul gingerly reaches for the the zipper on your dress before you swat his hand away, clearly embarrassed

"I ment with magic" you sigh not really in the mood for games

"Right, I knew that, just messing with ya" he chuckles sheepishly, with another snap you were back in your cowboy attire

"Thank you, now, what about bully?" You sneer

"Bully's got a date with the sheriff"

"No, we can beat him together" you give the ghoul a light punch in the arm, still alittle sore he left you behind.

...

Like any other western movie cliche, beetlejuice and bully square off in the center of town

"Please for the love of god cheat" you grumble watching this soon to be mess from the sidelines.

"That would be ideal, your friend there couldnt hit the ground with his hat" the mayor buts in to your mutterings

"But I think I have something dumb eniugh it might just work-" you muse before running off.

"This is it bully, it's time to separate the men from the bulls, theres no tomorrow, it's now or never, the cheese stands alone!"

"Quit staling and draw!" Bully sneers, absolutely fed up with Beetlejuice's nonsense.

"Draw? I'm a little rusty, but I'll give it a go" beetlejuice snorts swapping his cowboy hat for a beret, pulling a canvas and isle out of nowhere

"Now I'm gonna need ya to keep that pose for the next few hours-"

Bully screams in frustration, ripping the canvas away from Beej and slamming it over head

Beetlejuice unfazed snorts "I really get into my work"

"I'm gonna give you one last chance to draw beelejerk, or else I'm gonna start without ya, NOW DRAW!"

Beetlejuice swallows the lump in his throat "I guess this is it, theres no turning back now"

"Hold it!"

"Y/n!" Beetlejuice shouts, glad to see you

"Hey Bully I've change my mind about marrying you!" You shout

"WHAT!? Babes have you lost your mind?!"

"You have?! Oh honey I'd knew youd come around♡"

You run into the center of the action and with Bully distracted, you toss beetlejuice a different pistol

"Shoot!" You shout

"OH!" Beetlejuice fumbles with the gun before taking clear aim and firing, but instead of slime, a red sauce came out, covering bully, you let out a sigh you didnt know you were holding, the fact that beetlejuice ACTUALLY hit bully was nothing other then luck.

"Huh?! BARBEQUE SAUCE?! GET IT OFF OF ME" Bully screams

"I dont know about you babes but I could eat" beetlejuice growls scraping a knife and fork together.

Bully scared for his afterlife screams and scrambles out of tombstone, off into the sunset and out of sight.

"Thank god" you sigh, absolutely physically and emotionally exhausted

"We did it babes!" Beetlejuice pulls you into a side hug

"Yeah" you chuckle

"Sheriff we cant thank you enough" the mayor shakes Beetlejuice's hand

"Yup, bully the crud wont be bothering this town anymore, so long as you keep plenty of barbeque sauce on hand, but alas it's about time I hung up the old slimeshooters" beetlejuice sighs

The mayor of tombstone drops to the ground and hugs Beetlejuice's knees "NO! dont quit, is it because of me, because I got you ti take the job with trickery, dishonesty, and deceit?"

Beetlejuice snorts out a laugh "heck no I like that in a guy, but no, I'm hanging up my guns for personal reasons, all this mud are ruining my boots"

The mayor sighs "we lose alot of them that way..."

"We should get going Beej" you finally interrupt, desperate to get home and rest

"So babes, how's bout a thank you for your hero huh~?" Beetlejuice leans into you wiggling his eyebrows

"A 'thank you' to the guy who's fault I almost married to cow?" You snort out a laugh

"I came back in the nic of time didnt I? Come on, come on, come on~" the ghoul teases nudging his elbow into your arm.

You yank beetlejuice by his neckerchief pulling him close to your level, that was enough to get him to shut his mouth, and in an instant you give him a quick, soft kiss on his cheek.

Letting him go, he remains stunned, you give the ghoul a light punch in the arm

"Come on beetlejuice, let's go home"

"Right!"

It was odd, everytime you've shown beej kindness or compassion, he would always go off saying it was 'gross' but this time that wasnt that case, he remained silent, which after the day you had, you were fine with that.

Bonus

To be honest you were exhausted, between a rough work week, and that whole emotional nearly married to a monster thing, you nearly passed out when you returned home.

But now all that was behind you and you were home again, safe and unwed.

In the netherworld, the ghoul who dragged you into the situation/ saved you, was laying awake in his bed, hand gingerly placed upon the cheek you so quickly kissed.

Yes beetlejuice has kissed you multiple times, but as a joke, sort of, but this? You kissing him? With genuine feeling?

"Gross" was all he could utter, hand still holding the spot where your lips met his cold face.

#beetlejuice x reader #toonjuice x reader #cartoon beetlejuice x reader #let me know if this episode rewrites are a wanted thing

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sirenizuku · 3 years

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Or if we’re blind and the truth is just a painting in grey..

Izuku midoriya x gender-neutral reader!

BTW y/f/c stands for Your Favourite Color

Quirk info: Your quirk, Siren, allows you to have most of the characteristics of a siren. You can hypnotise the weak-willed with your voice, alluring them to do whatever you wish. You can breathe underwater AND on land, because i can’t keep you in the water if I want you to go exist near 1-a. You also have razor-sharp teeth for biting people, though one of the downsides of biting people is that you enter a euphoric/manic state whenever you accidentally drink someone’s blood. Allllsoooo your legs turn into fins in water and vice versa Y’know. But they still have scales!!! Cute little scaly legs. Also other downsides include:Sore throat from singing, weakened immune system (not too badly) and occasional aches in the gills

Summary: You’ve been a villain your whole life, or at-least since your quirk developed... But you aren’t really a villain. You’re a vigilante, and even still that term angers you… Because some vigilantes claim to kill for justice, and maybe if you disagree with that you aren’t one. But you’ve never killed anyone and you never plan to. Unlike those ‘heroes’ who claim to fight for justice, killing all those who oppose them.

If you asked yourself, it doesn’t matter what somebody’s done.

Because if you kill them, that’s just another life taken…

And they have the gall to excuse it with their sickening justice.

You hate heroes.

————;=+ Act 1; In which a siren sings her encore +=;————

You lied. There was one person you wouldn’t mind killing.

All Might.

And so, You had managed to engage a student of UA whilst trying to break in.

You just wanted him dead, is that too much to ask? Actually, don’t answer that. Hell, He was putting up such a fight that you’d happily just leave at this point! You didn’t want all-might dead THAT badly.

Suddenly, you’re snapped out of thoughts by Izuku going in for a punch. You hiss in anger as you quickly throw yourself out of the way, hearing a rib or two of yours cracking.

God.

Dammit.

’I’ll be fine for now.’ you mumble, standing up. You look Izuku in the eye, watching as his face swirls from anger to hate to pity to an apologetic look then repeating. Stop it, you think.

Stop pitying me, you think again.

He’s readying an attack, you notice. His stance tenses slightly when he’s charging an attack.

Your eye twitches as you seethe in rage. Finally, you begin to get too frustrated. You sigh, readying your voice to sing your song in one of its purest forms.

The boy hisses in confusion, seemingly trying to break out of your hypnosis. You tut.. He’d have so much potential, had it not been ruined by these ‘heroes’

Finally, you begin. Your voice wavers for a second at the beginning, but you manage to iron out most imperfections. Slowly but surely, the greenette’s eyes glaze over and he steps towards you.

You smile genuinely, for it has been far too long since you last hypnotised someone.

The boy stands awaiting your orders and you slowly stand, wincing. “Lucky for you, little bunny, - ow, - I didn’t plan on killing any students today, or any day, really..” you say, still pondering what to order him. ”Ah, Right, Tell me, little bunny, where is.. All might?” You sigh. you’ve always thought the name All Might was dumb.

The boy slowly points down the hall and you smile, turning on your heel. Your smile drops immediately as Eraserhead’s capture weapon wraps around you. It’s not too uncomfortable, all things considered, but you’d rather not be in it. And so, You struggle, attempting to bite the ‘scarf.’

It does not work, clearly, as you listen to your teeth scratch across the material. He seems to hum in realisation as he sees your teeth, scarp and triangle-shaped, clearly made for eating meat. You keep struggling as you lose energy, the pure adrenaline running through your bloodstream slowly fading out. Your struggling fades from ‘Feral cat’ to ’angry cicada’ in the span of about 20 seconds.

And the worst part? The ‘hero’ who caught you didn’t even react.

You feel the scarves tighten, cutting off your oxygen and covering your gills. After about 30 more seconds, you begin to pass out.

————;=-+ Act 2; In which.. Interviews amiright +-=;————

You awake in the UA interview room. More so an actual interview room than.. an impromptu villain interview room.

It still peeved you to be considered a villain, but at least it’s better than being considered a hero... You glance down to your hands, stuck in handcuffs. You aren’t all that uncomfortable, really, and you can’t help but be glad it’s warm in UA. Better than the streets, at the very least.

You glance down at your legs, thick scales running up them and slowly dissapearing at your hips. They glow a brilliant light Y/F/C, darkening at the edges where light doesn’t fully reach them. There’s some traces of a scalpel inspecting them, you judge by the perfectly straight scratches leading up some. You snort, imagining their confusion. Suddenly, a voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

”What’s so funny?” It says. You assume it’s an older man, judging by tone. “Ahh.. so there is someone listening,” you smile, “Were you inspecting the scales?” You say, cutting yourself off a few times with short-lived laughs. You hear a sharp sigh of exhaustion from the speaker.

”Name?” They ask. You decide to respond, despite the part of you telling you to be rebellious and silent. ”Technically don’t have one. Pronounced dead,” you sigh, “Try searching y/n y/ln”

Theres a 10 minute pause consisting mostly of you getting lost in your thoughts, before somebody seems to relay info to the mysterious voice (tm).

”Pronounced dead.. at age 5.” they say and you giggle. “Big surprise! I’m not dead.” You say, voice dripping with venom. There’s a resigned sigh as you avert your eyes.

So competent they just decided you were dead.

”Quirk?”

You giggle. ”My quirrrk?” You draw out the r, “It’s siren.”

”Siren as in ambulance siren?” The voice says.

”Siren as in man-eating mermaid.” You answer, though you dislike calling yourself a mermaid.

”…” There’s a short pause followed by… silence. Pure silence. It’s deafening, really, and your mind can’t help but imagine all the ways they could kill you. A few minutes later, a staff member - not eraserhead, luckily - walks in and removes the restraints. You flex your hands at the newfound freedom, immediately raising a hand to your gills which are placed upon your neck, as they try - and fail, due to you having lungs for on land - to suck in air. You stumble over to the camera, assuming - and hoping, - that there’s a microphone there too.

“You guys got any water bottles?” You ask, scratching at your gills. A few moments later, another staff member - it might be the same one, actually, - walks in with two bottles. Your eyes light up and you immediately open one, pouring it into your gills. You feel some relief at having ‘cleaned’ them out. It’s never fun when you get gunk. though, for a second, you are concerned that the water might be poisoned.

You take your other water bottle, pouring out a little bit onto your palm. There’s enough water left to soothe your sore throat, since you are now realising that you weren’t, at all, ready to use your song at such a high perfection level. Slowly, You run your now-wet palm up your scales, moistening them slightly. It feels nice, okay? Don’t judge, It’s rude.

”hang on..” you mumble, spinning on your heel to walk around the room. “did those assholes take my phone?” You ponder aloud. There’s a short crackle from the speaker, followed by a “Yes.”

”oh.” you sigh, kicking your legs up onto a table. You immediately fall over, since you managed to forget you were standing.

”Hey, what time is it?” you say into the void, hoping the mic will pick you up. “16:34” they say.

“cool!” You say, ironically unenthusiastically.

After a few minutes, you begin to get bored. You decide to whine to the mic. “I’m borrrreeeddd….” you whine, seemingly forgetting you’re literally a criminal. Not a big one, but a criminal. Of

Theres a short click from the door as a staff member opens it, they’re holding a phone. Not your phone, sadly, but a phone. “Hell yeah!” You say, bounding over to the phone. You grab it as the staff member hurries out the room, seemingly afraid. “Don’t get any ideas, it’s tracked.” The voice says, once again coming from the speaker at a slightly-lower-than-comfortable volume.

You scroll through the mostly blank phone, until you stumble upon a group-chat. ‘Class 1-A,’ It’s named.

Huh, you think, clicking on it.

————;=+ Act 3; In which you make fun of class 1-a +=;————

Class 1-A

16:47

Tsu: We still up for girl’s movie night?

Y/n: mowovie night

Kirishima: huh???

Bakugou: WILL YOU STOP BLOWING UP MY FUCKING PHONE

Bakugou: FOR FIVE

Bakugou: MINUTES

Y/n: will youwu stowop blowoing uwup my fuwucking phowone owo

Bakugou: I AM GOING TO TEAR YOU APART

Kaminari: lol

Kaminari: Wait who’s that?

Kirishima: bro yeah who IS that

Iida Ten

Bakugou: STOP PARROTING EACH OTHER YOU DUMBASSES

Y/n: stowop parrowoting each owother youwu duwumbasses owo

Bakugou: I’LL RIP YOU APART

Y/n: I’ll rip yowouwu awpart…

Kaminari: Bakugou hang on lmfao

Momo: Theres nobody named y/n in our class

y/n: i’m ur uncle

Momo: Who’s uncle?

y/n: yes <3

Tsu: ?

Izuku: Guys, please stop blowing up my phone I’m trying to watch tv,,,

y/n: izuwukuwu

Izuku: Huh,,,,?

y/n: huwuh,,,?

Izuku: Why is everyone messaging me???? and telling me not to use this chat???

Bakugou: WE COULD‘VE EXPLAINED IT TO YOU IN DMS YOU IDIOT

Y/n: we cowouwuld’ve explained it towo yowouwu in dms yowouwu idiowot

Tenya IIda: Please stop sending so many messages in the chat. I am trying to sleep.

y/n: damn lemme just stop my hilarity so you can sleep /s

y/n: wait

y/n: I mean uhh

y/n: please stowop sending sowo many messages in the chat. I am trying towo sleep.

Tenya Iida: Please do not make fun of what I say. Please remember I am a moderator here,

Y/n: ’moderator’ bitch this is a gorilchat

y/n: shit

y/n I mean groupchat

y/n: also I mean

y/n: Please dowo nowot make fuwun owof what I say. Please remember I am a mowoderatowor.

Kirishima: srsly who is this

y/n: me looking into a mirror ^^^

Bakugou: ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION

y/n: woahh calm down there hot stuff

y/n: get it

y/n: because you’re not hot

Momo: Can’t say they’re wrong there, Bakugou.

Kirishima: ^ Don’t be mean to bakubro!!!

y/n: are any of you organic creatures

Kaminari: I am

y/n: give life juice pls thx

Kirishima: they’re reverting back into gamer speak from their hunger :ooooo

y/n: what u want me to talk like mr stick-up-my-ass iida

Tenya Iida: Please refrain from using profanity, Y/n!

y/n: wow I’m so sorry I’ll never do it again (1/2)

Tenya Iida: Thank you.

y/n: I mean really I’ll never do it again mr stick-up-my-ass iida (2/2)

Bakugou: KARMA FOR TELLING MEMTKO GET MY FEET OFF MY DESK

y/n: wow mr not-hot did you just have a stroke

Bakugou: I’M GONNAKILL OYU

Y/n: well I hope Oyu is ok

Y/n: also if you’re wondering who I am

y/n: sorry for lying (I’m not)

y/n: Y/n sent a photo

(PHOTO ID: A photo of a young girl, seemingly. they’re no older than 16, by the looks of it. They have brilliant y/f/c scales across their entire legs that fade out near the hips. Her face is pulled into a grin with razor-sharp teeth unlike that of a human.)

Kirishima: wasn’t Izuku fighting someone like that in the hall

Y/n: bingo! fingetbuns

Y/n: *fingergusn

y/n: fINGERSUNS

y/n: NO

y/n: FUNGHUNS

Y/n: HFJFHHFJDIDBJDIFH FINGERHUNS

Izuku: it’s okay, take your time (:

Y/n: FINWR GUNS

Kirishima: ur getting there bro!!!

Y/n: FINGERGUSN

y/n: NO

Y/n: Finger guns

Bakugou: STOP FUCKING SPAMMING

Kirishima: i’m so proud of my mermaid son

Y/n: siren*

Kirishima: I’m so proud of my mermaid siren

Y/n: yeah ok I guess

Y/n: serious question

Y/n: does anyone have a small amount of blood

Y/n: that they’d be willing to gift towards me

Kaminari: wtff

Kirishima: bro I got some right here

y/n: give pls

Kirishima: where do I have to go B)

Y/n: go find aizawa and tell him to give blood to the siren girl

Kirishima: oki

-——————-

In the UA interview room, You smile down at your phone.

They’re actually willing to be kind to you, even if you just fought them. You’re actually happy.

It’s an odd feeling,

But it’s one you’d like to keep.

-——————-

Class 1-A

17:22

Y/n: I got my blood

y/n: down the hatch

Kirishima: kindness is manly

y/n: damnfucki; right iwns tis

Kaminari: huh

Izuku: are you okay

y/n: bkoodjsm

Izuku: i think they’re saying blood?

y/n: hehe

Bakugou: STOP BEING WEIRD

y/n: djhrnsia rothg god i am so fhilarous

y/n: nr igni kimsh

y/n: ithink I might have anxiey

y/n: anxieuty

Kirishima: bro u okay?

Mineta: cute…

y/n: i am going to hurt you

AUTO: MINETA left the chatroom

Momo: oh thank god

Jirou: ^^^^

y/n: hwlrnd

y/n: how say

y/n: how say jrlis

y/n: jirou

Jirou: jee-roh

y/n: skfnsj blood make

y/n: me is haopy

Izuku: Blood makes you happy?

y/n: yed

Izuku: it’s very interesting to have a quirk that’s mutation but also allows you to gain serotonin/dopamine

Izuku: what else does your quirk do?

y/n: sing sovng

y/n: make peop,e do what I want

y/n: but hurt throat

y/n: leg turn fin

y/n: make hunfhyehdbvlood

Izuku: I’m designing a hero costume as we speak!

Bakugou: NERD

Kirishima: manly!

Izuku: (:

y/n: thenhahighswearingiffof

Izuku: translation: The high is wearing off

y/n: thus koamsjs

y/n: brb

——

y/n: ): high wore off

Izuku: What WAS that?

Y/n: blood side effect

Y/n: its really fun

Izuku: Hang on

Auto: Izuku called Sensei Aizawa

——

Class 1-A

18:12

Izuku: ok I asked eraserhead n he said he doesn’t mind (:

Izuku: Can I interview you

Y/n: do I get blood after

Izuku: Sure!

Y/n: DEAL

———

You look down at your phone.

It’s been a hour of you scrolling the internet, looking at memes that only earned a short snort from you.

You’re tired, although it’s only 19:32.

You decide it doesn’t matter, and that you’ll sleep.

You spin around on your heel, before pausing. There’s no bed.

Ah well. Floor looks awfully comfy.

-———

You awake around 9Am with only the light of an old lightbulb to illuminate the room. You miss seeing the light from the water, sitting on a rock until the sun finally peaked... But you were lonely, back then. You aren’t sure whether or not you want to go back to those days.

A small knock at the door alerts you of Izuku coming around for his interview. He’s holding a notebook that has ‘Y/N quirk’ messily written on.

He glances down at your legs, covered in shimmering scales. His eyes light up with fascination, to which you chuckle. “You can touch.” You say, watching his hand reach down to the y/f/c coloured scales.

His hand runs gently over them. You grin watching his fascination, and he looks up. He pulls a fold-out seat from the hallway, placing it behino the table before placing himself upon it.

You sit down on the opposite table, smiling. He glances up towards your teeth, watching them glimmer. “Don’t they.. hurt your gums?” He asks.

“Oh, these,“ you press a finger against the top of your tooth, immediately drawing blood, “the skin near them is hardened so they don’t stab me.”

you watch him turn his head down immediately and start writing in his notebook. You glance over, watching him write down all the info about your quirk. He seems to be sketching a costume on the side.

”Oh, don’t forget the voice thing.” You notify to him. He glances up, eyes questioning, tilting his head like a puppy. “Cute.” You say flirtatiously. He turns bright red, averting his eyes before trying to change the subject. “S-so.. if I were to film your song would it still hypnotise me?” He asks.

You wink at him. “Wow, wanting to listen to me sing already..” You say, “I’m just kidding, It wouldn’t hypnotise you, but you might cry. Just a side effect.”

Izuku averts his eyes, blushing furiously. “Could I get a r-recording of it.”

Does he really have a crush on me? You think. Is that really why he wants a recording of me singing?

You respond with a mere “Yeah, sure.” He nods, pulling his phone out of his pocket, ”Should I leave?“ he asks, and you nod.

As soon as he leaves, the pull of your quirk on your phone begins.

You derive your tune from the one you’d sing at the beach. It’s sad and melancholic but there’s an upbeat note, reminiscing on times where you felt free even if there was a tug upon your heart. The air seems to split, allowing the vibrations of your song to pull across the air. It’s not the perfected version, but it’s close.

You love to sing, really, but you’ve always felt bad. you’re only good at singing when you’re using your quirk.

Finally, your song fades out and you hit the record button to turn it off. There’s now a 3:30 minute long recording on Izuku’s phone.

You open the door to see Izuku with a pair of earplugs in, so you push aside your shock at the fact you could just open the door.

You tap him, watching him jump. So cute, you both think in unison.

So cute.

You him his phone, having now secretly added your number.

Very sneaky.

—————

13:36

Izuku: Very sneaky lol

Y/n: (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ what can I say I’m an assassin.

Y/n: btw tell aizawa to get me a bed lmfao

Izuku: You don’t have a bed!? Where did you sleep last night?

Y/n: floor comfy

Izuku: lol weird

Y/n: said the boy with a notebook about me (⁄ ⁄•⁄Ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Izuku: bullying

Y/n: possibly <3

———

Another day passes, more texts coming back and forth from Izuku. He’s really flirting.. huh…

He’s cute. You’re pulled out of your thoughts by the familiar ding of Izuku messaging you

———

Izuku: wyd lol

Y/n: nursing my sore throat lol I practiced my song too much

Izuku: :o oh no

Y/n: it’s fine B) I’m too cool to be defeated by a mere sore throat

Izuku: lol (:

Y/n: wyd

Izuku: just went to recovery girl!!! I broke a finger again ):: I was making so much progress,,

Y/n: it’s not reverting your progress!! It’s still progress.

Izuku: y/n you’re gonna make me cry..

Y/n: go listen to that recording then crybaby

Izuku: THAT RECORDING LITERALLY MAKES ME CRY ):::::

Y/n: yeah cuz ur a crybaby <3

Izuku: stopppp bullying meee <3

Y/n: it always looks like ur flirting when you put a <3 (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Izuku: does that mean that you’re flirting?

Y/n: possibly

———

A few more days pass, flirtatious messages passing back and forth.

They’re just a joke, you’d think, blushing furiously.

———

15:32

Y/n: IzukuHeklp

Izuku: ??? Whats wrong??

Y/n: ripped scalepain

Y/n: Y/n sent a photo message

(Photo ID: It’s a picture of y/n’s y/f/c scales. One appears to have been ripped off of her skin, and there’s blood coming from underneath it. Through the blood you can just barely see an underdeveloped scale that was going to replace the broken scale when it was ready.)

———

You’re pulled out of your agony but Izuku slamming open the door, rushing to your side. He’s holding a piece of cloth clearly ripped off of his shirt. He wraps it around your leg gently, watching attentively as it soaks up blood. He picks you up bridal-style, not even noticing the way both you and him blush heavily.

(By the time you’ve reached Recovery girl, the piece of cloth is almost as red as your face.)

You lay on the small bed, bleeding now stopped due to recovery girls quirk. You glance toward izuku, tears welling up in his eyes. You gently pat his head, watching him watch you.

”Stooppp cryingggg” you whine.

Recovery girl watches you with a look that says “oh to be young and in love..”

Izuku pouts. “Make me.” He sighs jokingly.

You spot your opportunity there. “What if I told you that you could come ’round to my room later?” You say blushing.

Izuku turns tomato-red, nodding.

————

As soon as your out of recovery girls office, Izuku follows you like a puppy. You glance toward the bandage now wrapped around your leg to stop infection. Turns out ‘you didn’t have enough energy to fully heal it from all those all-nighters‘ or something.

You open the door to your room, fairy lights turned on and glowing purple. There’s a small sofa that fits two and Izuku beelines for it. You’re so glad Aizawa let you decorate your room. You sit down next to him, cunning your perfect plan.

”I think I hate all-might a little less, now-“ you say, preparing yourself for the infodump from Izuku.

“i’m so glad! You know, ever since the toxic chainsaw fight-“ Izuku begins, not noticing you tune him out after 5 minutes. “Stop infodumping..” you say playfully and he picks up on it. “Make me!” he pouts.

”Sure.” You smirk, leaning in.

As soon as your lips collide, Izuku seems to blank out. He’s blushing red like a tomato. The rain outside seems to quieten over the roar of your pounding hearts..

And you don’t regret it at-all.

Once you finally pull away from the kiss, izuku’s a stuttering mess. “Wh-W-What does th-this make us?…” he asks, stuttering and stumbling over his words. You chuckle, leaning in close to his face so you’re essentially in his lap. “I think you know..” you coo into his ear, watching it slowly turn pink.

He nods slowly, watching you. “So.. I was thinking about a beach date?” you say, softly. He giggles slightly, although he still stumbles over the sound. “Sounds to me like you just want to go into the water..” he says.

You look him in the eye.

”I never said you couldn’t come into the water, too..”

#Bnha x reader #Midoriya Izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x you #izuku midoriya x y/n #reader-insert #reader insert #midoriya Izuku x you #midoriya Izuku x y/n

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azrasclaw · 4 years

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How would be a mornig or day routine with the twins!? love your writing so much!!!😄

Mornings are your favourite. Especially sunday mornings, when everyone is at home. You dont have any classes to go to, no uni work to do and the boys usually dont film on sundays which means that you can stretch those lazy morning hours out over the entire day.

You wake up slowly from the light of the sun hitting your face through the window. You make a mental note to ask Ethan to finally do something about that. You’ve complained enough times but he keeps forgetting.

You turn slowly in order to face the man behind you. His eyes are closed, face puffy, pink lips pouting. You should let him sleep, really. Theres no reason for him to wake up yet, except that you’re awake, and bored. You contemplate for a bit before youmake up your mind to let him sleep and decide to go to Graysons room, no doubt in your mind that he’s already awake and scrolling through his phone.

You shuffle out of the bed slowly, making sure that the blanket still covers him, before you sneak out of the room. When you open the door, you meet Grayson’s eyes immediately. He has heard your steps, slight as the are, nearing his room. He looks soft and cuddly, his bare chest partially covered by his blanket, one arm thrown over his head to lean on the headboard of his bed. He smiles at you and pats his side.

“Good morning.” The rasp of his voice almost makes your eyes roll into the back of your head and you dont know but the croaky, whispered “Morning” you reply with does the same to him.

You climb on the bed, the mattress warm and the blanket soft underneath you. Grayson pulls the blanket out and over to cover you, and watches with a smile as you sink into the mattress and cuddle up to him. His arm snakes around you over the soft navy blanket. He rubs circles over your back and nuzzles into your your cheek, leaving pecks on his path down to your neck where he breathes in deep.

“Ethan still asleep?” He rasps into the crook of your neck. You sigh and nod. “I got bored.” You admit, making him chuckle.

“So how can I entertain you, then?” he asked suggestively. His hand was still over the blanket but running down over your ass to hook onto the thigh that was resting between his legs. You giggled, hugging his torso. “We could watch a movie..-” a sharp intake of air, signaling an even better idea. “We could have breakfast in bed while watching a movie on your projector.” You said excitedly. Grayson groaned in disappointment and his jaw left its space on your shoulder.

“I was thinking something else..” He mumbled with an eyebrow raised. You bit your lip, his eyes tracking the movement intently. You were thinking of how to reject his idea when your stomach rumbled loudly, Graysons eyes widening comically and a loud laugh bubbling up.

“Okay, i get it.” he said. He got up, leaning down to leave a tender kiss on your forehead before pulling his shorts on and leaving the room.

You follow him to the kitchen and shadow his movements, to see what he’s making and help but he decides you’re slowing the process and lifts you onto the counter.

“What do you want to eat, baby?” he asks you, while getting the ingredients for his toast ready.

You’ve made it back to bed and put on a movie when a sleepy Ethan makes his way into the room, plopping down on the foot of the bed.

“Why’d you leave?” he asks, hooking his hand around your ankle.

“I got bored, E. You sleep for so long.” you pout at him.

As if to prove your point further he yawns loudly. Ethan eats some of your leftovers and curls up onto your lap. You spend the entire day in bed, cuddled up, warm, happy.

_________________________

i know i already linked her work but: dolan-kings has a blurb about y/n’s morning on the first day of the new semester and it makes me so soft (its also a hundred times better than this)

#brat au ask

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drownedkiwi · 5 years

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Much like being given a prophetic destiny, Ducks love for Minerva comes out of the blue.

There’s no grand romantic gestures; no stammering compliments, no shy glances or softly brushed hands. Duck is a good thirty years out of highschool and a good thirty years tired of crushes - hes too old for that kind of thing, really, and too old to beat around the bush when it comes to romance. Too old for romance at all, he had thought.

Of course, he had also thought he wasn't really one for fulfilling his unwanted destiny, or saving the universe, either, so it was just a given now that his judgment wasn't really to be trusted anymore.

When Duck announces hes moving to brazil, its not so much as an announcement but a goodbye; his flight is the next day, he tells Juno and Minerva and Leo, and his transfer was accepted over a week ago. He never was one for goodbye parties and he knows they would have thrown one together, so it was for the best he told them this way. Juno cries. Leo shakes his hand, and tells him to stay in touch, and that he was the best damned chosen partner he could have asked for. Sarah Drake kind of shrugs and hands him an old mug of hers from the observatory, because they hadnt really known eachother that long yet, but he seemed like a cool dude. He finds somewhere to put the mug in his bag, but Minerva is quiet.

He mistakes her quietness for confusion, and tries to explain that hes leaving the country. In a way, he's right, just slightly to the left.

“No, i understand what you’re doing, Duck Newton. It is exciting! A new adventure.” She smiles, and wraps an arm around his shoulder. “I look forward to braving the dangers of the Amazon by your side.”

It costs him an arm and a leg to book another next-day ticket to Brazil, and she talks the entire plane ride over, but when they start unpacking their suitcases in the shitty hotel the ranger station set them up in for a few days, Duck realizes that he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Without the imminent threat of death or destruction hanging over their heads, their mentor and mentee relationship dissolves within a matter of days. It doesnt worry him. Nothing about Minerva worries him; theyve known eachother long enough, now, and spent enough time with eachother both in battle and out for him to know that she always has his back regardless of what kind of sword is at his throat. She knows its the same with him - though most of the battles she faces are...endearing, to say the least, with the dangers of speeding cars still not fully understood - and their mutual respect for one another evolves into something new. Softer, maybe, something tinted in quiet moments and patience.

Ducks hair grows longer until it brushes the tips of his shoulders, and hers into a peach fuzz of stubble. He runs his hands through it when theyre watching Lost on tv and her head is resting on his shoulder, makes a joke about having his own personal matchbook always on hand, and she enthusiastically agrees. Duck has to stop her from trying to light a match on her head, and laughs, and laughs, and just cant stop laughing, and forgets for a moment how the heat makes his mullet stick to his neck in an uncomfortable sweat. She notices, one day, and offers to cut it.

“Naw,” he says, shrugging as he maneuvers his way around her in their small kitchen like hes done a thousand times before. “Kinda like it when the breeze gets under there and makes it blow like im some sort of superhero in an old cartoon.”

The ranger station in Brazil offers to set them up in separate apartments, eventually, but they decide to just keep sharing the one they already have. They don't mind sharing the bed, or the drawers, or the movies or kitchen or leftovers.

“We’re used to working together,” they say, and share a secret smile that means something neither of them bother to untangle.

After long days that have Duck planting for hours and Minerva on her feet all day, they collapse together on the couch in a sticky mess and dont speak for hours. They sit in silence until the sun goes down, until the mosquitos are buzzing in a threatening drone, and even then the only move made is Minerva gently kneading at his back until the knots all dissolve and he relaxes with a contented sigh. He makes them dinner, and it's bad, and when he kisses her on the cheek before going to work the next morning, neither of them think anything of it.

Juno emails them one day. Shes moving, its decided, because even after her promotion and all the work that needs to be done in Kepler, she figures theres work to be done in Brazil, too, and that Duck probably needs someone to keep him in check. Shes coming in a month. They offer to lend her their apartment - their apartment, they say, that she can sleep on the couch if she doesnt mind, but she rolls her eyes and laughs about how she wouldnt want to ruin their honeymoon period. Duck kind of shrugs it off, and Minerva doesnt quite know what that piece of slang means, but when he takes her hand as they walk around the grounds that evening she doesnt let go. And she keeps not letting go, even when he does it again the day after that, and even the day after that, and even when they pick up Juno at the airport, together.

Jane visits. Jane refers to Minerva as Ducks partner on the phone to their mom, and he doesnt correct her. Neither does Minerva, even when she asks how they met - she just smiles, keeps holding Ducks hand, and says “a very long time ago.”

Duck kind of figures that eventually he should ask her out proper. Figures it, for a while. Eventually, he doesnt really see the need to - they go out enough together to class those as dates, most of em, anyway, and when Minerva kisses him it doesnt feel like a ‘we’re very close friends and this his how i express emotions” kind of kiss. When Minerva kisses him he doesnt think much at all, actually. Mostly about kissing her back. A little bit about how they needed to pick up some more milk on the way home so she could have her Fruit Loops tomorrow. Its paperwork day, Duck thinks, as he winds his arms around her waist and keeps kissing her, and Minerva likes to eat Fruit Loops on paperwork day to make sure it doesnt get too boring.

Most of their kisses are like that.

He calls her honey, and she calls him Duck - Wayne, when its serious. Its not very often. Her serious means hes lost his keys again, or forgotten to sign off an important document. He likes her kind of serious. Serious used to mean life or death, or maybe a sprinkling of both, used to mean blood and terror and pain; he prefers it now, prefers to be afraid of a cold shoulder or a late night spent working on something he didnt want to do.

When Duck says hes tired of waiting, he means it. He like stagnant. He likes the stillness of the forest, of their time spent here. He doesnt want to wait anymore for something thats never going to come. Hes tired of pretending like theyre going to fight again.

When Duck says he wants to grow, Minerva holds his hand, and smiles, and the together is said in silence.

#justin mcelroy held me at gunpoint with that relationship reveal and made me write this #i cant fucking believe.#i cnanot.#i love them. so much #LET THEM BE SOFT.#LET THEM LOVE EACHTOHER #LET THEM GROW AND LOVE AND LIVE TOGETHER #THEY DESERVE A QUIET ENDING #THEY DESERVE TO LIVE IN PEACE TOGETHER #taz amnesty spoilers #taz amnesty #taz duck newton #taz fic #taz snippet #taz minerva #also this isnt proofread at all #we die like men

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peachywise · 6 years

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Falling With You

steve harrington x reader

– one-shot

– synopsis: You were the best babysitter ever. Who else would take the kids to an abandoned hospital? It’s just too bad Steve Harrington doesn’t think the same. (age; 17-18) (au where you’re will and jonathan’s sibling)

– notes: so this is pure fluff and i don’t think i edited it that well, but I HOPE YOU ENJOY, as always theres a slight swear warning, and i guess an accident tw?? the reader hurts their leg a bit. let a gal know if you want to be added to the tag list!!

You were the best god damn baby sitter ever.

For about two weeks, your little brother Will has been talking about an abandoned old hospital about an hour out of town. It was small, not a massive structure, and you knew it wasn’t unheard of for some people to go out there at night and explore. Will and his friends had wanted to go so bad, but the only possible way they could get there by themselves was with their bikes which would take a while. Since Jonathan was the only one with a car, they had asked him to take them, but he quickly rejected that idea. Apparently, it was too dangerous. What an uptight loser.

But of course, being the better sibling, you had no reservations about taking them. You just needed the right opportunity. And finally, it had come.

Today was the day you got to babysit the gang. Jonathan had gotten news the day before that he had to take an emergency shift when Joyce was also working. You were quick to offer your very free baby sitting services to make sure they wouldn’t call Steve Harrington to take over. There wasn’t any need for that Farrah Fawcett hair wannabe. He’d spoil the fun.

Just last night you had borrowed Jonathan’s car to scope out the hospital. You had said you were just going over to Nancy’s house to study, but that was a blatant lie. Really, you just wanted to make sure there weren’t any weird things lying about the old place, and to get a lay of the land so you wouldn’t get lost leading them around. You weren’t as uptight as your brother or Steve, but you still gave a damn about their safety.

But now? Now it was time to let them know the good news. Making your way into the dining room area, where Mike, Max, Dustin, Lucas, El, and Will were all crowded around talking over one another in a flurry of words you couldn’t understand, you unceremoniously smashed the car keys you had hidden from Jonathan this morning (making him walk to work), and yelled out, “who’s ready to go to the doctors?”

All you got in return was a collective stare of confusion from the kids. Maybe that wasn’t as clever as you thought.

Clearing your throat slightly, you tried to nonchalantly twirl the key ring around your finger as you stated, “we’re going to go to that abandoned hospital while it’s still light out, get your butts in the car.” You had never heard such a chorused reaction. Will smiled brightly as he raised his fist in the air excitedly, looking towards Dustin and Lucas who both chattered excitedly. Max seemed indifferent, but you easily knew she was just as excited as they were. El just looked at Mike, who stared at you and said the obvious, “all of us aren’t going to fit in the car.” Dustin let out a long groan of, “come on, Mike.”

“You guys are small, and it’s only a short ride. Two of you can sit in the front, and four of you can squish in the back. As long as you don’t tell your parents,” you said pointedly, glaring your eyes playfully at your little brother, “then I don’t see much of an issue.” As reserved as Mike still seemed, everyone was already up and moving out the door so he really couldn’t argue. Patting his back gently, you muttered, “don’t worry so much, El will protect you from any big bad we may find,” before skipping out the door with the rest of them, just as excited.

As soon as you stepped outside, Dustin, Lucas, and Will were all fighting for shot gun on the front porch. “Why don’t you guys just rock, paper, scissors for it?” you offered, as you popped open the driver’s side of Jonathan’s beat up car. As the boys proceeded to just that, you gave a knowing nod at Max who quickly scurried into the middle passengers seat and shut the door. You heard Dustin exclaim, “that’s not fair,” as you gave a conspiring grin to the red-headed girl.

As the rest of the kids climbed in the car, Lucas seemingly winning the coveted final shot-gun spot, you double checked to see that everyone was safe and secure before pulling out of the gravel lot and driving off.

The trip ended up being a bit shorter than an hour, thank God for that. Being in a cramped car with a bunch of noisy preteens turned out to be not the most enjoyable experience. Especially since you had to pull over the car twice for Dustin who had to go to the bathroom. What kind of mutant bladder did that kid even have?

By the time you had pulled the car into a small dirt lot walking distance the hospital, you were so close to ripping Jonathan’s steering wheel out and hurdling it into the back seat at them. Instead, you went the moral route. “Hey!” you shouted, clapping your hands for added dramatic effect. They all quickly quieted down and stared at you with wide eyes. “Be careful while we’re in they’re alright? Don’t separate from the group, and we have to be out before it get’s dark. Got it?”

Lucas was the first to speak up, adding “but what if—”

You raised your hand up to cut him off. “Nope. Those are the rules.” The group collectively muttered various agreements, as everyone scrambled out of the car. Stretching your limbs out, you turned to glance down at your little brother who’s eyes were glued to the street. “Will, what’s up?”

Turning his attention towards you, his eyebrows were slightly creased. “Uh, no, it’s nothing. I just thought I saw Steve’s car behind us for a while there.” Oh no. Oh shit. “You thought you saw Steve’s car?” you questioned carefully, gripping both of his shoulders and holding on for dear life. “Yeah! But no one’s here, someone must have had a similar car…” he trailed off, his eyes wandering to look over your shoulder again. His face dropped a bit.

Turning to look over your own shoulder with a slowness and anticipation only seen in horror movies, you let out a long breath as you noticed a very familiar car pull into the lot. “Here comes dad, everyone” you muttered out loud. Dustin stifled back a snorted laugh.

Letting go of Will, you moved him a little behind you as if to block him from view of the fight that was inevitable about to happen. Such innocent eyes shouldn’t have to bear witness to something that was going to be so utterly disappointing.

“What do you guys think you’re doing here,” Steve’s demanding voice rung out as he opened his car door, swinging it shut behind him in an almost theatrical motion. He planted his hands on his hips. Here we go.

“Have you taken up stalking now, Harrington?” you questioned with a quirked smirk, stepping up to the boy who was dressed in some sort of gym uniform. Must have had basketball practice or something. Not that you noticed what he did in his spare time. Nope.

“Stalking?” He sputtered out in a bit of shock, before trying to cover it up with a laugh of disbelief. “No. I went to your house to give Dustin the hat he forgot in my car since I knew he was there, but instead I saw someone cramming six kids into one small car,” he accused pointedly. Fair.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you inquired defensively, “so what? You just decided to follow us? Steve, you really should get a hobby.”

It seemed that pinched a nerve. Good.

Making a scoffing noise, Steve stepped closer to you as if to intimidate you. It didn’t work. “I was going to offer to drive some of them to wherever the hell you were going if I caught up to you, but I didn’t think you were going to this freaking death trap!” You gave a small fake yawn, as Max mumbled behind you, “this is getting boring.” You agreed.

“Seriously, we’re going back, get in” Steve continued, as he marched his way over to his car and opened up the back seat door, pointing inside like some lame ass admiral. No one made any effort to move as he just gave a stern look back. After about a half a minute long stare down, all he did was breathe out a frustrated, “really?”

Rolling your eyes, you walked up to his car and slammed his door shut. “You can leave if you want, Steve. It’s alright. We know you don’t like fun,” you smiled as you brushed past him, Lucas giving a small ‘ooo’ sound as you did. “Come on guys, let’s go ghost hunting,” you cheerfully stated, wrapping your arm around Will’s shoulder as the small group began to make their way down the trail. You heard gravel moving behind you as if Steve was pacing, but after about a minute, his steps caught up to you.

Dropping your arm away from your brother, Steve was quick to grip it and stop you in your tracks. “What now?” you bit out, turning to face his hard look. Dang. Intense looked kind of good on him.

“Come on, are we going or not?” Mike pressed as he turned to look at you two from the head of the trail. Sighing, you shrugged your arm from Steve and ordered, “just follow the trail and we’ll catch up. Don’t go in without us.” Will was the only one who seemed slightly hesitant, but a tiny smile at your brother seemed to reassure him enough as he moved along with the rest of his friends.

“Do you even know what could be in there? Squatters. Dangerous medical equipment. Murderers!” Steve exclaimed, as he actually threw his hands up into the air. Wow. You’d never seen anyone actually do that before. “You really think that lowly of me? Steve, I was here last night. Other than a few old structures, it’s safe. It’s pretty much gutted,” you commented honestly. You were more hurt than anything at his lack of trust in you. You were only a year younger than him, and had taken care of the kids countless times. “We’re only going to be here for an hour or two, tops. Besides, I have my pocket knife on me,” you added with a shrug of your shoulders.

“You have a what?!” He hollered out. Mmm. Maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned that.

Poking his chest, he stumbled back a bit as you glared up at the taller boy. “Oh don’t you judge me, Steve Harrington. Are you telling me that if I go look in the trunk of your car right now, I won’t find that nail bat in there?” you gritted out, as his eyes seemed genuinely a little stunned. He sat there stuttering for a second, as if unsure what to say, but still wanting to prove he was right. In the end he gave up. Sweet victory.

“Okay. Fine,” he sighed.

For a beat, you two just stood their eyeing each other down, but it was broken all too soon when he hesitantly asked, “do you mind if we go back so I can grab it?” You didn’t even try to stop the laughter that busted out of you. He just gave you a dirty look as you tried to calm yourself down enough to smile and say, “yeah we can go get it.”

By the time you two had finally made it to the front entrance of the small, three story hospital, the kids were no where in sight. Oops.

“Perfect. This is great!” Steve chastised, turning to give you a disapproving look. Oh no. He wasn’t pinning this on you.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t shown up and needed to get that stupid bat of yours!” you shot back, stomping up the steps of the hospital and swinging open the rickety, pale green door. Shit. They weren’t even inside the entrance. Where the hell could they have gone?

“This bat isn’t stupid, and it’s sure as hell better than whatever crappy little switch blade you have with you.” You gasped in fake melodramatic shock, whirling to look back at him. “Well,” you breathed, trying to come up with another comeback. You came up flat as you weakly retorted, “I have better hair than you.” Steve just chuckled, bumping his shoulder into yours as he passed by with a bored, “we both know that isn’t true.” Yeah. He was right, But you wouldn’t admit it.

Dragging your hands down your face, you span around the dirty area in frustration. “Maybe we should just split up and look for them? You take one side, I’ll take the other?” Steve quickly shot that idea down as he said, “Uh, no. Splitting up is the worst thing we can do. We should wait here until they get back.”

“Well that’s a stupid idea too,” you mumbled, as you began to walk up the eastern corridor, not even waiting for Steve. They weren’t some lost kids in a grocery store. He just let out an aggravated groan before catching up to you.

You began to search rooms in a somewhat comfortable silence, making a passing comment here or there about how weird the place was or pointing out any sign that one of the kids had passed by. You half suspected them of playing some twisted game of hide and seek being how quiet they all were, but before you had time to propose such a theory, Steve spoke first.

“So why did you take them here?” Turning to give him a look that you hope read ‘don’t argue with me again or I’ll use your own bat against you’, he lifted his one free hand in feigned innocence. “Just curious.”

Studying him for a moment, you let your guard down a tiny bit as you began poking around in a large room you once suspected was an emergency ward. “Will had mentioned it a few times. I knew that if I didn’t take them, they’d end up just finding a way to get here themselves,” you stated truthfully, as you moved a squeaky curtain from side to side. Steve stepped behind it, and as you moved it away to reveal his face, he contorted his features into a goofy look. With a grin, you laughed and gave him a playful push away. Stepping back out of the room to continue the search, you continued, “anyways, I thought it’d be kind of fun. They seemed really excited about it.”

He nodded along, glancing down at you as you walked side by side. “Makes sense. Those weirdos would have ridden their bikes down here,” he offered, as you both laughed at the image. Yeah, that would have been pretty bad.

Moving into the next space, you noted how the wooden floor creaked under you. Too bad you needed to cross it to get the next corridor. Turning to warn Steve to walk across it one at a time, unsure it would support both of your weight, your hypothesis was unfortunately proved correct as he stepped on the floor after you and it cracked and began to cave in. Letting out a small yelp of surprise as you started to fall through, you shut your eyes tightly, bracing for impact. You barely registered the deep shout of your name as hands wrapped around you, pressing your body hard against theirs, head nestled to their chest.

Blinking open your eyes as a severe pain radiated through your leg, you winced under the uncomfortable feeling of whatever you landed on. It looked to be a bunch of boxes. Thank fuck they weren’t filled with used needles or something.

Feeling one of the hands around your waist clutch tighter, you tried to wriggle your way out of Steve’s death grip. “Y/N, are you okay?” he moaned, as he rolled over to flop off the cushion of boxes, and on to the cement floor. Could have been worse. He could have still been holding his nail bat.

Trying to move yourself to the ground to join him, you had to stop as any sort of shift in your leg caused a sharp shooting pain that almost made you bite the inside of your cheek off. Not good. Not good at all.

“My leg kind of hurts,” you underplayed with a wince, as Steve struggled to get himself off the ground to stand up. You felt a small blush rise to your cheeks as the bottom half of his shirt lifted when he stretched up, revealing a bit of his abs. Man, did he have those all along?

“Bend down, let me see if you have any cuts or anything,” you motioned, just about ready to make this bed of boxes your new home. Not like you were moving anytime soon.

“Bend down?” He asked a little confused, as he did just that. But instead of showing you his face, he simply moved to inspect your leg. What a little asshole. “How much does your leg hurt, Y/N?” He questioned, as he moved your pant leg up a bit. To try and stop yourself from yelling out in pain at the sudden motion, you slammed your hand down on the box and squeaked out a totally normal sounding, “not that bad.” Super subtle.

“Sounds like it,” he muttered, as he moved one of his hands to your back and the other arm under your legs. This time you didn’t hold back the painful cry you let out, as he picked you up princess style. You didn’t know what was more painful, your leg, or your embarrassment.

“Put me down!” you complained, as Steve tried to shift you into a more comfortable position as he carried you gently across the room. “Calm down,” he gritted out, as he tried his best to sit on the floor cross-legged, setting you on his lap while still cradling you. Oh God, you were going to die down here. You were going to die cradled in Steve’s arms, smelling like old dried up hospital and residual Farrah Fawcett hairspray.

“Steve, please, I’m begging you put me on the ground,” you complained, tensing up at how weird the situation was. Even he was avoiding eye contact. “Look, I don’t know what’s wrong with your leg, but this way it won’t shift,” he stated, his hands slightly moving down your back.

Slumping a bit in his arms, you turned your head to look down at your folded hands, fighting the rising heat spreading to your cheeks. You couldn’t come up with an argument to fight his reason.

After about five minutes of absolute silence, Steve whistled under his breath. Yeah, no, you couldn’t just sit around and wait like this. “Uhm, should we yell out or something? I’m sure one of them is bound to hear,” you mumbled, clearing your throat as you glanced up at his face. He looked down, and it was like you finally just noticed how close you two really were. Oh no.

“Uh, yep. Probably a good idea,” he agreed a little softly, as neither of you made any motion to open your mouths and actually yell anything out.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Steve quickly asked, as you cocked your head to the side a bit. You had no idea where this was headed. “Yeah, sure,” you replied, studying his features as he seemed to be struggling with his words. Smiling a little, you teasingly said, “not like I’m going anywhere anyways.” He visibly relaxed.

“You said something before about how I think lowly of you,” he started, as he looked up at the gaping hole in the ceiling where you guys fell, breaking eye contact. You weren’t sure you were going to like this conversation. “Is that really what you think?”

“Yes,” you replied, before quickly changing the answer to, “no. I’m not really sure. You just seem to treat me like one of the kids a lot, like I’m irresponsible. I don’t think you trust me, is all.”

Immediately, his eyes found yours again, shock written all over his face. “No, no you have that all wrong!” He countered, with just a touch of panic in his voice. Giving him a slightly curious gaze, he seemed to be searching your face for something as he continued, “it’s not that at all.” You weren’t particularly sure what to reply to that, but as his wandering eyes settled to look at your lips, you weren’t sure you’d have to.

Lowering his head, Steve hesitantly pressed his lips against yours in the most soft, tentative kiss. It lasted only a moment before he pulled back, but you instinctively moved your head forward, already missing it.

His hand tightened a little on your back, as he waited for your reaction with an anxious look. You said the first thing that came to your still hazy mind.

“So you don’t think I’m a bad babysitter?”

A beat passed as you both stared at one another in silence, but as a snort escaped you, you both bursted into loud laughter. Covering your face with your hands, you bent down to nestle your head under the crook of his neck, slightly embarrassed.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he continued to laugh, with a little bit of smugness laced in his tone. Shifting to look back at him, you shook your head in disbelief as you stated, “then we have to do a better job than that.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, and kissing him back fervently. This one was a bit more deep and intense, and holy hell, you would curl your toes if it didn’t hurt so god damn much.

As you tangled your fingers through his silky hair, you nearly melted when a soft moan escaped him, and suddenly, the whole falling through the floor situation didn’t seem as bad.

“Eww, I don’t want to see that!”

Yeah, suddenly it was much, much worse.

Breaking apart, you turned to look up to where your brother Will was poking his head through the giant hole, the rest of the kids soon following suite. Steve in a jerk reaction let go on his hold on you, and you tumbled on to the floor in an aching heap as a result.

Ignoring the rebirth of pain in your leg, you and Steve both shouted out, “don’t tell your parents what happened!” at the same time.

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violetren · 6 years

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CAN WE HAVE A POST INFINITY WAR SHURI MOVIE?!

I got bored at work somehow my mind got stuck on this one moment in Black Panther and an idea spawned.

The moment was when M’baku challenges T’challa for the throne, and talks about Shuri being a child who shouldn’t be in charge of Wakanda’s technological development or whatever and the Dora Milaje get in a ready stance, but look like they’re holding Shuri back rather than M’baku, while she’s standing there staring him dead on.

The idea is QUEEN SHURI.

So Wakanda is ravaged yeah? A lot of people died, a lot of things go destroyed, and then The Snap happened. Those left over need something, SOMEONE to rally around and bring them togther.

Okoye the Lawful Good Paladin Traditionalist that she is turns to Shuri like “You’re it. You got this. The Dora Milaje are at your service.”

And because tradition is important, even during, or especially during times of hardship to help connect people the call goes out to pull everyone together for the chance to challenge Shuri in single combat, to prove she’s worthy of being the new Black Panther, and their queen.

M’baku is not fucking happy. He learned to acknowledge that she was worthy of being the leader of technology and research, but she’s still kid and and just ‘cause she’s good with tech doesn’t mean she’d be a good leader for the nation. He’s issued his challenge before they’ve even sent out the invites because he was there when Okoye told Shuri she needed to step up.

Shuri is... Kind of fucking devastated. Something 70% of her people are dead. Her brother is dead. There is a huge amount of destruction. M’baku isn’t exactly wrong that she’s just a kid. She feels like she failed ‘cause she couldn’t get the stone out fast enough to get destroyed (not that she should but guilt rarely cares about that).

But Shuri is also fucking strong. Fuck iron, she’s got a vibranium will. And she’s smart. She knows somewhere deep down she’s capable of what Okoye says she is. She got a lot, if not all, of the same training as her brother about being a leader, and she’s got a good heart.

So she steps up. She’s smart enough that she can pull her country together and set about trying to find a way to reverse what has been done. Especially if she delegates properly, and listens to Okoye, and Nakia, and even M’baku once she gets him in line.

Fastforward to coronation day. The tension in the air is at least as thick as it was when Killmonger challenged T’challa, and the mood 10x as somber.

M’baku called out his challenge first and the remainders of the other tribes let him. A lot of their warriors were killed and they can’t guarantee who they have left can take Shuri. They all know she’s had training but none are 100% sure as to what extent and how good she is. Only rumours. In the current climate a lot of them agree that such a young woman taking control could be back, M’baku is well known as a warrior, and he‘s has years of experience leading the Jabari.

Now M’baku might think she’s too young but he’s not stupid enough to completely underestimate her. Not again.

He’s learned a bit about her work since he challenged T’challa, he’s seen the fire in her eyes when she came to his mountain with her mother to request his aide, he’s heard of how she went 1v1 with Killmonger briefly during the battle for Wakanda, even if rumours of how it turned out were inconclusive. His biggest concern is that she’ll be brash, easily led, and childishly self absorbed rather than focused on helping Wakanda recover.

So the fight starts, and instead of just charging her, he taunts her, tries to bait her. They circle one another, and he mostly talks. Sometimes makes a few false swings trying to make her flinch. Normally he’s more actions than words in a situation like this but that’s not what he’s testing here.

All the while Shuri is giving him that same dead eye stare she gave him the day he challenged her brother.

In the crowd or maybe in the circle of spear holders we see a couple of Dora Milaje women share a “He’s done fucked up” kind of look. Let’s say they’re Ayo and Aneka.

The Dora Milaje close in with the spears. Once, maybe twice. EVERYONE is getting ansty over the lack of blows. Realising he’s running out of room to move M’baku takes a second to evaluate if he can afford to keep taunting her. A literal second where his eyes leave her to evaluate their surroundings.

When it was a wide space he had the advantage of being about to make wide heavy swings, but that time has passed. When it gets smaller he’ll have the size advantage to grapple with her, but that’s a dangerous move when she’s so small and they’re near a cliff, one stroke or luck for Shuri or misfortune for him and that could end badly.

Before he’s coming to the conclusion that the current amount of space is probably when Shuri will have the best chance. Not enough for him to do massive swings, but just enough that her smaller frame can dodge and weave out of a grapple attempt Shuri has already closed in with a precision attack.

M’baku might get a hit or two in, but by the time he has the damage has been done, Shuri’s got the advantage and she’s fucking using it. She decimates him, and because they both know Wakanda will need all the inside help it can get to get put back together, he is forced to concede.

All except for the people who were really close to Shuri are standing there looking fucking shell shocked, because she did that.

No one else challenges.

So then she’s doing good leader things. Appointing positions to help rebuild, organising shit, settling disputes that come up during disasters, that kind of shit. And all the while she’s putting resources into researching the infinity stones and the gauntlet and shit so she can if not reverse it at least prevent it from ever happening again.

And because people can be awful and opportunistic she also has to be literally fighting off colonisation attempts. I’m gonna go ahead and cast America as the biggest fucking source of potential invader issues. Ross is walking a thin fucking line if he even still exists.

There’s your overarching conflict type stuff.

On a more personal level for Shuri though the girl is trying to find a way to make all this shit easier because she’s barely got her head above water. Her most immediate issue is getting the invaders of her back, because she’s got the tribe leaders to back her up on keeping people organised for the rebuilding, but she doesn’t have an army to back her if these invaders get past Wakanda’s weakened border.

So far she’s been getting by, by designing better and better gadgets to back up her new physical abilities (’cause you know someone scavanged some sacred flowers before Killmonger could get them all burned) but she doesn’t like how doing that can take time and resources away from the rebuilding so she just needs something really special to get the message across that Wakanda isn’t to be fucked with, without triggering like a nuclear war or some shit.

Shuri knows and respects her traditions but normally when she has problems she looks forward for how she can solve them. She’ll turn to traditions of the past for inspiration when just looking forward doesn’t work. It would be a lie to say she doesn’t keep traditions in mind, but when under stress—and she is under a lot—she looks forward first, and with everything she has to be getting done following tradition feels a little suffocating.

Shuri’s personal jouney for the film is her working through her emotional stress and finding a way to center herself with her culture again and the way I suggest this journey be visually and symbolically conveyed is by doing a twist on how Shuri gains her shapeshifting abilities in the comics.

Instead of having her die, maybe have her learn about an ancestor or something that found a way to connect with the Djalia (a spiritual plane consisting of the entire memories of Wakanda) and learn from/get imbued with power by a griot spirit, and decide that maybe its the hail mary she needs.

I’m gonna say she stumbled across it early as part of the research into how to deal with the stones. Looking into spiritual practices as part of figuring out how to deal with the spirit stone or something. That said it could just as easily be that she wasn’t getting fast enough results trying to make something new to save Wakanda so she decided to see if there was anything old that she could use or repurpose.

I like the “she found it early on” idea better because I like the idea of her doing the first part of the ritual in the story, not because she really thinks it would work but because she’s had a long day and willing to try anything. When she doesn’t immediately feel anything and theres no dramatic light effects or anything she just sighs and goes to bed to get what tiny amount of sleep she can.

Then she has the weirdest fucking dream. And she keeps having them every night after that but they’re always so hazy when she wakes up.

The next couple of days weird shit happens too. Like theres an accident in the lab when she gets two minutes to herself to visit it, and she should have got cut by glass but she didn’t even though her suit wasn’t active. And she wakes up with black feathers on her pillow or one gets caught in the shower drain when she’s washing off after a fight near the plains where there weren’t any blackbirds. And then she’s in a fight and runs to shield someone not expecting to make it even with her enhanced agility, but then somehow she does, because of an inexplicable burst of superspeed.

She begins to think that maybe the old ceremony thing worked after all, and starts getting more involved in some more traditional practices trying to figure it out.

By the end of the movie Shuri is officially aware that she’s under the tutelage of a spirit and though she hasn’t mastered anything yet she’s able to turn the penultimate battle against the invaders around by working in tandem with the griot spirit to raise a bunch of the Wakandan warriors who had fallen during the fight, just long enough to gain the advantage. You know in some classic warrior looks aound realising they might genuinely lose and so goes kinda beserk. I’m thinking not so much in a rage way, but in a tears of grief kind of way.

Important note: Neither Ayo or Aneka can be part of the fallen warriors. They just can’t be.

In doing so she wins the battle, and scares the fuck out of everyone trying to invade buying Wakanda the time it needs to rebuild in relative peace.

Later if they bring T’challa back in a future movie I think Shuri might hand the throne back so that she can spend more time exploring her strengthening connection to the Djalia.

So yeah. That’s my idea. Can we please have a Shuri movie?

#chiriping wren #black panther #shuri #writing #long post #marvel if you see this PLEASE USE IT AND MAKE IT THING

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