#“Did you seriously train your cat to attack me?”

[platonic-prompts]

Diabolical villain stroking a white cat? No

Cat rubbing against the villain's glasses? Yes

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I'm literally tearing up this morning at the idea of Tim sitting in the cave, trying to get some important work done like usual when suddenly a wave of darkness ascends upon the cave. Like something out of a horror movie, dread washes over Tim as he fearfully creaks his head around to see Gus sitting on the chair, looking over Tim's shoulder—MENACINGLY.

I had so much fun writing this.

It was 5 am and everyone else had gone to bed. There was a fear gas attack and while no one had been unable to put on their rebreather, the manor was still on lockdown, though, just to monitor in case of any delayed effects. Tim wasn't supposed to be on the batcomputer but it was important! He was doing research on the new chemicals Scarecrow had added to his toxin and if their addition changed the effects of the formula as compared to the original. As it turns out, he was right. It seemed that now prolonged exposure could cause delayed effects. Fuck, Tim loves being right! He starts recording any other new effects the toxin may have.

A chill hits him. The hairs on the back of his neck raise. He can feel eyes with malicious intent watching him. After being robin for so long, he knows what the stare of a real threat feels like as it watches its prey. Fuck. Someone must have gotten into the cave. He thinks of yelling for Kon, but Kryptonians can't hear into the cave. His family is all asleep in their respective bedrooms, and there's no one that can get to him in time. He hasn't acknowledged their presence yet, so he could pick up his phone and pretend to send a funny text to a friend but actually text the other bats, but that could also backfire if his intruder swooped in while he was vulnerable.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Maybe his rebreather was cracked. Maybe this is all just delayed fear gas effects. Maybe one of his siblings hadn't handed all of their gear off to be washed and he's just getting a mini whiff of the gas, and that's why he feels the eyes of a predator on his back.

He hears something rustle.

Ok, so not a hallucination, probably. Auditory hallucinations usually take exposure to copious amounts of gas, but maybe this was all part of the new strand.

He could feel them getting closer. He slowly wraps his hand round a battarang that was left on the desk. He can't see anything in the reflection of the screen. On the count of three he has to turn around and face his opponent.

Three. Fuck, he's exhausted.

Two. He's too tired to be doing this.

One. Bruce is gonna kill him if he dies.

Go.

He turns around and stands all in one motion, staying as low to the ground as possible. He doesn't have long to take in all of his surroundings, so he does it quick. This would be so much easier if he had his mask, which can track the heat of body signatures, but he took it off so Alfred could clean it. He really hopes Alfred isn't the one to find his body.

He doesn’t see anything in his immediate line of sight. He keeps his body moving, so he's a harder target. He looks everywhere else. Nothing. Maybe it's an LOA assassin. Ra's needs to get off his dick already.

But he looks even in the spots where a ninja would be trained to hide, and... nothing. Nothing at all. An alarming amount of nothing. By his calculations there was an 85% chance that it wasn't a hallucination. He drops his fighting stance. He did forget to factor in his sleep deprivation...

As soon as his guard is down, he is immediately attacked from behind. He whirls around and drops back into a fighting stance. His training kicks in. Don’t look at the affected area first, look at your attacker first. He ignores the pain in his leg and looks to where they would have to be standing and...nothing. He looks down to his leg.

Fucking Gus.

"Get off of me, asshole!! Why are you even here? Can Jason seriously not sleep without his cat fucking night?" Tim tries to peel Gus's claws out of him where Gus's limbs are wrapped around his leg. "Ow! Fuck! Don't bite me! This is why I don’t pet you. Get. The. Fuck. Off. Of. Me."

He finally tosses Gus off his leg and Gus runs away impressively fast for a cat if his size.

Tim yells out across the batcave, "I never thought I could hate a cat until I met you!"

[pix3lplays]

Ramble about video games~

Also um spoilers for Chrono Trigger…game came out in 1995 but just in case-

Random but I was thinking about my favorite video game of all time today.

Who else played Chrono Trigger? I was a kid…and I remember watching a video where someone talked about a boss from the game and somehow that was enough for me to go and find it for myself and play it-

Love at FIRST SIGHT I’m TELLING YOU-

I don’t remember my exact age but something I did when I was little was name everything after myself haha, but I remember using the default names for this game. Random and unimportant but I thought it was funny lol. I had this How To Train Your Dragon game on my DS and all my dragons just. Had my name or the name of a random color because those were the only things I could spell haha, I was so young-

But yeah I used the default names for Chrono Trigger, though now every time I replay I tend to name Frog ‘Glenn’ and when I’m feeling extra angsty I’ll name Magus ‘Janus’ haha

BUT SERIOUSLY that game is so good the amount of DETAIL and EFFORT put into every little part of it??

I used to know like EVERY single secret and stuff haha but anyways-

My party was always Frog, Ayla, and Magus and I remember that quest where you upgrade the Masamune. Like the little details were INSANE- if you had Magus on your party he would look away when the Masamune upgraded-like I know it’s just a little thing but oh my gosh I was OBSESSED??

And the music was SO good. SO GOOD. So many of the songs are a PART of me now, and Magus Confronted/Battle with Magus?? I will STILL stand by that as one of the greatest boss themes ever made-also World Revolution and Last Battle but yeah

And also you could have Magus fight and kill his own horrible mother, and they had SPECIAL DIALOGUE WITH EACH OTHER?? I was ALL about that-actually if I remember correctly he has a monologue and his theme starts playing during it too-

And going to that little village…if you’re playing as Magus his cat will recognize you and follow you??? Yeah. That was cool.

I do talk about Magus a lot haha…and he was the one I wrote the most fanfiction for too, I think I have five different note tabs of Magus fanfiction haha…I WANTED him haha I ADMIT IT…but my favorite character is still Glenn. Magus is a VERY close second but…Glenn.

And I love how their stories are interwoven. I LOVED that scene on the cliff’s edge where you can choose revenge or mercy as Glenn.

(I restarted haha because I totally went revenge first and I killed Magus and then got sad when all that remained was his pendant…)

Honestly Glenn’s mercy dialogue?? I was INSPIRED, I was a KID and I was like how is he going to justify not taking revenge on Magus?? But then he DID and I just- :0

Also when the game wants to be funny it ACTUALLY is funny haha, Dalton getting mad when the music was wrong was so funny. Him throwing the fireball at you only for it to immediately deflect was funny. Him hitting you with “whoa look over there!” and it actually working on your entire party was FUNNY-

And Magus and his dry humor was immaculate. Have him on your party when you’re doing the Marle’s mother mission and he’ll be the first one to find the genuine, heartfelt letter from her mother and his immediate reaction is to turn to you and say, “shall we burn it?” What is WRONG with him I love him so much-

That one ending where you can get Glenn and the Queen together?? Thusly turning Marle part frog?? That is GENIUS and HILARIOUS-the fact that they even let you do that…

Ozzie being all haha you can’t beat me and making himself impervious to damage only for you to just…flip a lever and defeat him immediately. And also the whole sequence of going through Ozzie’s castle was great haha. You can walk into an obvious trap and he’ll laugh at you and fade into the shadows?? That was so funny.

That one boss fight that was afraid of heights and thusly wouldn’t attack you because you were high up-

Also there is so much to say about how complicated the characters were despite being a video game that came out in 1995-

Specifically referring to Glenn and Magus though I swear THOSE TWO were the main characters to me haha.

Glenn’s my favorite and his story is GREAT but MAGUS?

(Also I still remember those scenes where you find the monsters worshiping the Magus statues they were so ominous…)

He’s so complicated I love it. He’s mean he’s grouchy he threatens you all the time he’s prideful on the surface but he plays the part of the villain even though his goal is to LITERALLY save the world. That scene leading up to the confrontation?? With the fire?? Epic. YEAH he’s a bad mean cruel man but…his main goal is to save the ONE person who had ever showed him true genuine kindness. Him and Schala make me emotional-he just wants to save and protect his big sister-

Also I feel like I should mention it haha I DID play Chrono Cross too, purely because I wanted to see how it connected to Chrono Trigger and. Yeah it’s not a bad game by any means but it just wasn’t for me. I thought a lot of the character designs were pretty cool and I thought the story was interesting enough. But yeah it was not Chrono Trigger. I think I got about halfway through it before I just. Went back to replaying Chrono Trigger-

Also I know I’m not the only one-Magus’s sprites were lowkey kinda hot haha. Him adjusting his glove. His cool arm motions when he casts a spell. The way his hair flows when you run as him. His COOL attack animations-especially the critical hits. I’m about it. And then you open the menu to mess with your equipment and he just looks…so scary haha. I still love him I WOULD marry him and I say that CONFIDENTLY haha. It’s like still having feelings for your childhood love~

And okay the criticisms about Chrono Trigger are typically pretty fair but that doesn’t make it a bad video game at all.

In my opinion…10/10.

Also side note Earthbound is really really really good too also one of my favorites~ AND THE REVITALIZER?? FROM CHRONO TRIGGER?? MAKES AN APPEARANCE IN EARTHBOUND??? THANK YOU.

But yeah I love Chrono Trigger. I remember I even played a fan game that gave more of a backstory to Magus making himself look like a Prophet to Queen Zeal. Cool.

Thinking about my Magus x reader fanfics now. I have in my notes something about a fic I wanted to write where Magus lost his lover to Lavos, or the flow of time, because I’m just angsty that way. Wonder why I never did it.

Other stuff included headcanons about his physical appearance and stuff. I had things like he has “sharp nails” and such.

Quote random person in Antiquity: “The prophet’s aura is clouded with hatred and sorrow. If he does not free himself of those emotions, he’ll destroy himself and those he loves along with him.” And I thought about that WAY too much-like EXCUSE ME??

Also I love the way Magus talks. “Unimaginable is the power of Lavos! Before him, all are as leaves cast to the bitter black winds that howl about Death’s black wings.” Yeah SAY It KING.

Anyways I’m just sayin it’s not weird to have a crush on Magus you can tell me I won’t judge.

Please marry me, Magus.

And of course I have a bit about reader calling him “Janus” instead of Magus I thought I was on to something haha.

Also I JUST remembered him being all, “oh kiss any princesses lately?” when he encountered Glenn. That was FUNNY.

Anyways I meant for this to be more of a Chrono Trigger appreciation post and not so much a Magus appreciation post but um yeah that’s very in-character for me to get a little off focus.

I think I’ve literally only found a single Magus x reader fic online hmm maybe I’ll change that…

Would anyone read that?? Seriously tell me. I’m adding Magus to my writing list lol…

Anyways yeah play Chrono Trigger. It’s GOOD. I wanna play it right now but I know if I start it up again I’ll disappear completely for a few days haha. But if I disappear for a few days you’ll know what happened, I have NO self-control lol.

[lordmartiya]

@mlbfemslashfebruary

My second entry, this time for day 15, is the second part of Trust and Secrets Are to Be Treasured. This time from Lila's astute yet arrogant point of view.

It had been a few days since Lila had given Marinette enough proof to take her down, and she was starting to feel better. The night after she had done it she had panicked and broken into her house to retrieve it, except Marinette had anticipated it and got Chat Noir to wait for her and tell her she had already hidden everything, without telling her guard cat what “everything” was. And the guy hadn’t even asked what it was – he got it. Enough she had actually hit on him, except he had moved on from Ladybug and had a girlfriend. Ugh! Finding people who actually understood it was hard. Chat Noir had been after Ladybug until he finally got a girlfriend without the news picking up (and they’d never do, considering they still had the flirt thing going on. A French thing, she had heard), Ladybug was on her shit list, Adrien got with the funny-named one minutes before Borgeouis got scammed into throwing away everything good in her life for her abusive mother and ineffective father, and with Marinette she had been in a feud until after she had started dating Luka Couffaine, the future rockstar.

Speaking of which, she was at the Liberty, his mother’s boat, for a new miniconcert of his band, Kitty Section. And she didn’t have to dodge around Marinette anymore, a benefit of her metaphorical leash. Alongside having forced herself to think things through and being able to just talk with Marinette. Now she could enjoy Rose’s surprisingly powerful voice and see if she could help expanding their repertoire, as she was genuinely good with lyrics. And it would be good to have another independent income source if this modeling gig fell apart sooner than expected (Gabriel just gave her weird vibes. Who hires an obvious trained killer as secretary?!).

“Hey.” Alya called her, looking worried. And Marinette was missing. And Luka was missing. Please, don’t be what she feared. “Do you know what happened between Luka and Marinette?”

Lila sighed – the journalist was smarter than her impulse control suggested (another reason to believe Ladybug confirmed the interview), and clearly feared she may have said something to make them fight. But before she could explain she too had no idea her fear came true, and Luka appeared as the Akumatized Villain Truth.

“Tell me Marinette’s secret!” he demanded as he fired his magic at Alya.

Surprising everyone but herself, Lila punched the magic and got under its influence. Time to give him a proper dressing down and vent about how so few people got it while under the magical impulse to tell the truth.

“It’s none of our business, you idiot.” she told him. The funny thing was, she almost certainly knew her big secret, why Marinette disappeared at every Akuma attack. It was actually obvious when one stopped and thought about it… But she had no confirmation so she didn’t actually know. Also, as she said, it was none of their business. “Seriously, what’s with this fad of knowing secrets?! Everyone got secrets! I have secrets, you have secrets, Marinette has secrets, and we all pretend otherwise because as long as they don’t hurt others they aren’t their business! The world still exists because during the Cold War both sides realized they were going to find out something that warranted a war declaration and told the other side to hide it better, because they weren’t crazy enough to start a nuclear war! How you dare to ask about Marinette’s secret?”

“Er… She’s late so often, and said she couldn’t tell me-” Truth whined, before Lila cut him off in genuine anger.

“She admitted she’s got a secret?! She trusted you enough to admit that there’s something that could utterly ruin her, and you have the audacity to get Akumatized over it? That’s it, give me your Akumatized object and get in timeout.”

Amazingly enough, Truth did exactly that, too shocked by the situation to do otherwise. Lila already had the Akumatized guitar pick in her hand when Paris’ terror bowtie made himself known to get his agent back on track. Well, she knew what to do, push the rocker in the river, give the pick to Rose to pass on Ladybug when she arrived (Rose was surprisingly strong and athletic, she was the best choice for this) and then run away pretending to have the pick to lure Truth away. She was already enjoying hos expression when a familiar magic baton broke the pick and announced Ladybug and her minder had arrived. And going by the fact Chat Noir immediately asked her a question whose answer was “Lucky Charm”, the near nudist had been affected by Truth herself.

“Ahó! Ladybug!” Lila called out. “Later we need to talk.” Because she knew the pretend-heroine was responsible for this mess.

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By the time Lila was visited by Ladybug she knew the spotted annoyance wasn’t entirely responsible – madame Couffaine’s decision to hide the father of her children was Jagged Stone had been already putting him under pressure before the situation with Marinette pushed him too far. She guessed he was too close to the situation to realize what the timing of Crocoduo’s break-up meant. Then again, Jagged Stone’s career before going solo was known by a weirdly small amount of people… Or maybe it was her who was weird for trying to know everything about the guy’s career.

“You should take responsability for your latest mess.” Lila told her.

“Which one?” Ladybug asked, weirdly meek. She supposed the consequences of the identities of almost all her interns being exposed during Borgeouis’ gravest error were tormenting her. Though that one was forgivable, how was anyone supposed to know the terror bowtie was smart enough for long term planning?

“I’m talking of how you managed Marinette being the only one of your interns whose identity is still safe.”

Ladybug stood still and looked at her in surprise. After savoring leaving the pigtailed menace speechless with her flawless deductive abilities, Lila explained: “It wasn’t that hard, really. She disappears at every Akuma battle and is sleep deprived enough to be perpetually late for school but can’t be you because she’s got fashion sense and you clearly don’t, can’t be Chat Noir because I’ve spotted them together, and if she had the Butterfly Miraculous she’d have already won and never made something as tacky as the Bubbler – seriously, he looked so horrible you’d think the bowtie had a grudge against him. Also, she got worse right after your interns got exposed to Paris’ fashion-challenged public enemy #1, it’s clear you intend to have her use some powerful Miraculous. Maybe something with time travel, or maybe you’ve been training her to take over the Bee. And whatever it is, she always makes sure you can arm her with ease while torturing herself with the fear of messing up, and she got so nervous she ended up breaking up with her boyfriend. Maybe getting someone else to ease her burden? Like the Tsurugi heiress, she’s got a weird personality and a mother that makes Gabriel Agreste look permissive, but she’d be quite the heroine. Or Adrien, he knows powerlessness and can be trusted with destructive stuff.”

“Er… That’s quite the deduction, even with the faulty premise…”

“Sure, sure. Anyway, are you going to take responsability?”

“Did you mean that thing about secrets?”

“Was I under a truth spell? But seriously, why do you ask?”

“Because I need someone to confide with.”

After the stomacache forced Lila to stop laughing, she realized Ladybug wasn’t joking.

“Look, I’m trying to not get into more trouble, but what makes you think I wouldn’t screw you over?”

“Tikki, Spots Off.”

Marinette. Ladybug was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Well, that explained everything. Well, almost. And forced Lila to realize that yes, Ladybug was sincere in trying to apologize, and no, she hadn’t okayed that famous interview. She knew Marinette too well for that.

And it also meant that if she played her cards right she could get to date someone who got it. Though she’d have to wait, rebounds were simply unhealthy. Speaking of which…

“First thing tomorrow we take your stalker shrine and give it to Adrien’s fan club before you try and rebound on him.” Lila ordered. Because she wasn’t going to allow Marinette to get in that mess. And speaking of mess: “Also, why is your costume so plain? You’re a fashion designer, you impressed Gabriel Agreste, the Style Queen herself praised you on live TV, why is your costume basically painted on in such a plain pattern?!”

“Depression.”

Oh. Yeah, she had messed up. A lot.

[fangirlsovertoomanythings]

I wrote about EarthquakeClan's first ever political crisis! I've been meaning to write something with Lynxstar for so long, but I did not have the energy to make illustrations for it, sadly. Not for a lack of trying.

Lynxstar is just my special little princess I love this pixelated cat SO much, you gotta understand

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"How long has it been? A moon and a half?"

Riverfur's voice broke Lynxfang out of his concrentration. The brown tabby's comment was so sudden that he had to clarify what he meant: "Since Pikestar's death."

"How is that more important than catching prey?" Asked the gray, spotted tom. "We've been keeping up just fine without him."

"I don't know, BrokenClan was acting strangely at the last Gathering. Brightnight had to represent us, and Sunstar looked so strangely at her. What if they are planning to attack us now that we're weak?"

"Tch, and break apart the alliance between our clans? Sunstar is young, but he's not mouse-brained, Riverfur, he knows he needs us."

"If only Wishwhistle was still around…"

"Wishwhistle was a medicine cat. What would she even do?"

"She would've understood it was her duty to lead EarthquakeClan!"

Lynxfang moved his long ears. The bat he had been trying to catch before the conversation started was long gone, and he moped its loss. A full belly would have helped him handle Riverfur's needless whines. "And I guess Asterkit isn't fit for leadership either, traditionally speaking."

"You're not taking this seriously!" 

"Riverfur, darling, I'm only following your logic here. I'm aware a cat can not be mature enough to lead a clan if all they've got is five moons, but by appointing the right regent, I don't see why we can't turn the little catworm into Asterstar."

Riverfur and Lynxfang had been close friends ever since teenagehood, but that habit of his of always giving out the worst solutions to his problems was growing older and older by the day. Going to the happy place was not enough sometimes.

"Why don't you go to the Moonstone then,  Lynxstar?" 

Riverfur stomped away, angrily.

"I mean, if it'd make you happy! I'm all over you, honey!"

And just like that, Lynxfang was left all alone. He refused to feel bad for the sarcasm he had employed, as much as he knew he had upset Riverfur for good. You can't just interrupt a guy when he's trying to get out of his comfort zone for the sake of the clan! He was already lamenting the lack of violent physical contact between cats, and he wasn't about to lament the lack of a leader too. He could feel bad about this after he found that bat again, and gorged its eyes out of its skull for thinking he could run away. 

He brought a couple of prey back to camp as compensation for breaking the Warrior Code with that bat — and its mate —, but his generous contribution did not stop the side eyes his clanmates gave him as he trotted towards the fresh-kill pile. With an open mouth, Riverfur's scent came in easily and he became content with the fact that his friend came back safe and sound despite the separation. He'd charm his way back into his heart, he was sure of it!

"Huh," whispered Leopardwillow, which he managed to overhear "You might not believe in me, but he trained under one of the most honorable warriors EarthquakeClan had since it's Renaissance."

"Did he?" Hootwhisker whispered back, sharing her attention between the gossip and Stemkit. Both were just as important to the queen.

Leopardwillow nodded as she complemented: "Darkstripe, his name was. Our first ever tragedy." 

Tch, since when was Darkstripe honorable? Since he tried isolating him from the other apprentices? Since he started going around saying he was too unstable to be taught advanced fighting skills? Since he had assured Ravenpaw, now Raventuft, that he was going to get killed by his paws someday? He didn't even do his job! Lynxfang owed his warrior name to the rogues he met around the forest, and the fierce kittypet Cece — a kittypet! Imagine being so incompetent a kittypet is more of a mentor to your apprentice.

When Lynxfang passed by the two she-cats, he did not do so much as to even greet them, and walked immediately towards Raventuft. He was welcomed with his lover's friendly tongue, but then his purring stopped and was replaced by a yelp of betrayal.

"You already ate?! This isn't fair," Raventuft commented.

"Not you too."

"Who am I going to eat with now, everybody else is so dull," he threw himself on the floor, dramatically. 

"It's critical, but you'll live. I just had to gather more patience to myself on patrol today."

"Let me guess: it involves Riverfur, Pikestar and Asterkit?" 

Great, he had been talking about it to the entire forest. "He doesn't chill, does he?"

"She," he corrected. 

"What?"

"She's been meaning to tell you, but you kinda blew it up with your sarcasm there, so she told me to give you a headsup. Said you did not deserve to know by her mouth until you stopped being a huge fox-dung; her words, not mine."

As much as he'd kill and die for Raventuft, Lynxfang knew better than to believe in everything he said. He was probably trying to create discord between he and Riverfur by adding that last part. Riverfur wanted him to know, but was too angry to face him; she'd never call him fox-dung, though.

"Was that why she mentioned Wishwhistle?"

"Riverfur? Being subtle? Come on. She only mentioned her because she wishes that incompetent goofball could be half as good a leader as her father was. I don't need to remind you how unsubtle Riverfur was when we were younger, do I?"

"Please, spare me." 

Raventuft purred. "The hedgehog spike on your bed was pretty funny."

"Glad my suffering brings you joy, love, because it only brings me regret."

He purred some more. "I have no idea why she still sticks around with us." 

"Maybe she finds you handsome."

Raventuft stopped purring. He looked at Lynxfang. He looked with murderous intent. "You did not need to say that."

"What, you'll just let this chance slide? You could go in there and trash talk about me, and then you lie your head on hers, and then—"

"She likes mollies, Lynxfang!" 

Raventuft looked so cute when he was upset, but Lynxfang knew better than to overdo it. As much as he looked funny, it was never a good idea to tease him for so long. He shrugged. "Worth the shot." 

"Besides, I already have you," he muttered, as he laid his head on his back. "That's more than enough for me." 

"I love you too, ducky." 

From that corner of the warrior's den, Lynxfang could see the cave tunnel in which Pikestar would go inside to rest. It looked spacious, it looked distant — it looked safe from the side eyeing and the prophecies of destruction Petaleye had made about him. He was always jealous of Pikestar, keeping a den all to his own. He remembered how his clanmates would look at Pikestar when he came around, even when he was growing senile and his decisions were not always reinforced. There was respect in those eyes. There was admiration. There was fear. 

As unreasonable as some of her fears were, Riverfur was right about two things: the first thing was that EarthquakeClan was seen as weak and unstable by the others and it could be exploited; the second was that Lynxstar did not sound so bad. It sounded right.

"Hey, ducky?"

"Hm?" Raventuft raised his head to look at him. "What is it, Lynxfang?"

"Do you want to make an announcement with me?" 

Raventuft tilted his head, but followed along. Everytime that Lynxfang became nonchalant, it meant trouble, and Raventuft loved watching trouble unfold. His legs became more and more paralyzed, however, the closest the two of them became of the leader's den, and his eyes were slowly opening more and more. No, not even he could go that far...

Lynxfang jumped gracefully from rock to rock until he reached the top, and then he yelled as loud as he could: "Let all cats old enough to cat their own prey gather in the middle of our camp, for a clan meeting!"

StarClan above, he was going that far.

There was only one word to describe the clan cat's reaction: bewilderment. In the middle of a breezy snowstorm, their furs all spiked up, the clan gathered around to listen to the announcement. 

"EarthquakeClan has been leaderless for longer than it should have been," Lynxfang continued, "and the rightful heir is not of age yet. I decided to appoint myself as temporary regent of EarthquakeClan, and Raventuft as my deputy. To honor my clan, I shall go to the Moonstone with Brightnight in the evening, and come back with the nine lives of a leader."

"How would that be temporary, if you get the nine lives?" Leopardwillow immediately protested. Keeping peace is going to be so much harder with him as a star..., she thought to herself.

Lynxfang bared his teeth at her, but kept the calm demeanor. "I shall pass them all down to Asterkit once he comes of age, and has taken at least one apprentice to himself."

"You never trained an apprentice before!"

"Oh, but I will. I'll start with Asterpaw."

There were no verbal protests, but there were no excited screams of Lynxstar! Lynxstar! Lynxstar! echoing through the rocky walls. The clan was speechless.

Riverfur took a deep breath and broke the silence: "I'm with Lynxfang. Right now, we need a strong leader to intimidate our rivals. EarthquakeClan vanished from existence once, it could vanish again!" 

Leopardwillow was shaking her head repeatedly. She whispered: "Riverfur, he'll ruin our diplomacy…!"

"He'll be Lynxstar temporarily. Once Asterstar takes leadership upon himself, we'll restore whatever allies we've lost."

Leopardwillow lowered her ears. There was nothing she could do.

Brightnight agreed to take Lynxfang to the Moonstone in the evening. Raventuft was starting to come around to the title of deputy. All that Lynxfang needed right now was one last visit to the nursery before departing. Just for fun.

Asterkit had listened to it all, and was hissing to the tom as he walked in. He could not so much as reach his head, but he still showed his claws at him, spitting: "Mom told me about you! She said she kept seeing horrible things about you, from StarClan!" 

He had to laugh. "Little one, your mom was never trained to be a medicine cat. Who's to say her visions were real?"

"I'll run away before I'll be your apprentice!"

"And where would you go, huh? There's a snowstorm, tiny, and your coat is not as thick as mine. But it's whatever, really… if you die, all my problems are gone with you." 

Asterkit began cowering down, as Lynxfang's shadow covered him. He was such a big cat. It would be such a hard fight. 

"Oopsie, I wasn't supposed to spoil my future plans. Owies, I did it again. Ah, I guess it can't be helped. Unless…"

"Unless…?"

"Unless you help me. In whatever I ask you to do."

"W-what do you want from me?"

"Oh, but it's too complicated to explain right now, since you see… I gotta skedaddle. Keep that eagerness for a chit-chat for when I come back, alright, kiddo? Can you do that for me? Good."

"Leave him alone!" Horsekit jumped in front of Asterkit, hissing. "Go away!"

He purred. "You're such a funny molly, I might make you my apprentice as well, so you can protect him all the time! Later!"

Lynxfang walked away, feeling free for the first time in his life. He came back Lynxstar, leader of EarthquakeClan.

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Harder To Breathe (Twisted Wonderland)

DISCLAIMERS: mc is referred to as 'yuu' for convenience, they/them pronouns, gender isn't specified. set in book four, chapter 17, so spoilers for that, and some for later chapters if you squint. grim can and does say 'fuck', fight me. slightly more devious yuu here.

TRIGGERS: breathing issues, asthma attack, mind controlled!kalim says some fucked up shit about it

yuu felt like they were gonna die. even grim dumping an entire bottle of water over their head was really not helping.

their hair had already been soaked with sweat, but now, well, this was just overkill.

thank you so much, kalim.

kalim's training regime was bordering on inhuman and yuu's limbs felt like they were on fire. why did they have to march through the goddamn desert? couldn't they have marched around the dorm?

frustrating. annoying. terrible. hate hate hate.

they glanced over at grim, wondering if it would be a good time to set a little plan in motion. despite running themselves ragged trying to dig themselves out of their room, yuu could tell grim was running out of ideas. of course, there were plenty of non-magical solutions the demon cat hadn't thought to consider, a few of which yuu would have no trouble pulling, so long as grim played along.

they were practiced at getting themself out of gruelling phys. ed classes, so pulling out an old trick was nothing.

the wheezing sounded real. real enough to get everyone's attention, at least.

"yuu, do you feel ill?" jamil asked, concern washing over his features.

"vomiting will not get you excused from training, yuu!" kalim shouted, his unusual aggression not relenting for a second.

"they can't fucking breathe, you knucklehead. congratulations, your training regime has given them an asthma attack."

"what do you mean, they can't breath?!" jamil was panicking. something flickered across kalim's face, concern or confusion or conflict, but it passed so quickly grim barely registered it.

"you think it's my fault their lungs don't work? their weakness is their own problem. dying is not enough to get out of training." the housewarden of scarabia had done some seriously messed up stuff over the past few days, but something about him basically saying he didn't care if yuu died was on a whole other level.

"can we circle back to the part where THEY CAN'T BREATHE?" jamil seemed to be stuck on that point, and to be fair, as vice house warden, it was a fair point to be stuck on. his usually cool demeanour was now burning hotter than the desert around them. "grim, what's happening? why can't yuu breathe?"

the demon cat rolled his eyes and stretched his arms.

"as far as i recall, their airways are swollen up and they can't get air into their lungs. they're gonna need their inhaler soon . . . which is back at ramshackle." he explained. yuu definitely did have asthma, that was true.

"why didn't they bring it with them?" jamil's voice carried the energy of a chicken with it's head cut off.

"well neither of us had imagined we'd be strong armed into kalim's fucked up little desert excursions!"

the scarabia students looked on in horror, unsure if they were about to witness a peer die before their eyes.

suffice it to say, everyone was pretty worked up. plan successful. now, if they somehow managed to convince jamil to just let grim go back to ramshackle, they could get an sos message to the appropriate parties - maybe azul was feeling gracious for the whole photo thing and would lend the eel twins to their little escape plan -

"we're leaving! single file, back to the dorm!" kalim announced, as though none of this was happening.

something was seriously wrong with him.

"kalim, yuu may be in serious trouble!" jamil protested.

"if you're so concerned about them, then why don't you carry them back to the dorm yourself?" kalim challenged, crossing his arms over his chest. a scattered whispering fell over the students of the scarabia dorm, and yuu briefly thought they had incited a coup - which, while not their intention, could serve as a possible means of escape if things started really going south for kalim.

instead, the uneasy silence was broken when jamil defeatedly knelt in front of yuu and gestured for them to climb onto his back.

"would an air spell directed into their throat help?" a ruddy haired scarabia student asked, almost unsure.

"no. they need medicine, not just air. their inhaler has anti-inflammatory steroids in it, to reduce the swelling in their airways. plus you might mess up their throat and lungs even more." grim explained, waiting until kalim had turned to hop up onto yuu's back for a free ride.

the wheezing was starting to hurt yuu's throat, but anything for the prize, right?

despite having a whole other person and an annoying demon cat on his back, jamil made good time back to the dorm, muttering under his breath the whole time. yuu only caught bits of his ramblings, whispered

'i'm sorry, so sorry, it wasn't supposed to be like this' and they almost had the urge to comfort him.

poor guy had been running himself ragged on kalim's command, cleaning up the house warden's messes and trying to keep the students safe and sane. it made sense that a few screws were starting to come loose.

jamil gently placed yuu on a nearby bench as they entered the dorm and exhaled, the panic on his face fading to his usual collected expression.

"you three, head to the medical station and see if we have any inhalers." he ordered, carefully watching yuu.

"i'd be surprised if you had any, considering you guys are all jocks." grim said, carefully eyeing the students as they hurried off.

"i suppose, if they're triggered by extreme physical activity, but i'd rather make sure we didn't have them here before going to ramshackle to get yuu's. we don't want to make kalim any angrier than he may already be." jamil explained, shrugging mostly to himself.

it seemed like he was more trying to convince himself than grim. kalim had breezed past them without concern, merely glancing at the students as they hurried back.

"is this what they need? the label says it's a corticosteroid, and you said their inhaler has a steroid, right?" the student asked in a huff.

"well," grim began, but yuu hurriedly snatched the inhaler from the student and uncapped it. the plan had failed, and all the fake wheezing had done a number on their throat, so they decided to take the out.

jamil looked quite relieved when yuu's breathing stopped sounding like a tea kettle, but he warily eyed kalim just the same as the housewarden called from down the hall:

"yuu and grim will have to make up for their missed training later."

yuu narrowed their eyes.

"i came for dinner, got pseudo-kidnapped and ran ragged training to help a dorm my grades don't even count for. why shouldn't i just lock myself in the room and not come out?" they spat, shaking their head.

jamil exhaled. "that wouldn't help you. the other students would get you out eventually. we need to talk later on - all of us, excluding kalim."

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Izuku x Gn!reader- Philosophy on a yoga mat

Fluff

"Have you heard Plato's allegory of the cave?" You ask the hero in training and he frowns while kicking a punching bag. Picking Izuku's brain about philosophy was the best way to entertain yourself while you were stretching after a workout.

"Didn't we talk about plato last time?" he asked and chose to lean on the punching bag and listen rather than try to pay attention to you shouting over the sounds of his steel shoes colliding with the sand filled sack. The new question was how long could you talk for before he needed to sit down. You were still happily squatting while you spoke.

"We did but we didn't speak about his allegory of the cave. Just wondered if you'd done any homework since last time"

"Oh I see, do you want me to take notes this time?" he grins cheekily and you roll your eyes. At least he can take a joke now. In your first year he would have had a heart attack if you joked about homework.

"Basically Plato had this theory that there was a world where everything is perfect or something like that. Like every cat in the world has cat-ness but it is not the perfect cat and in this other world the perfect cat exists. Same for trees, books, literally everything"

"Wait but is there a perfect cat in general or does every breed of cat have a perfect breed?" The one thing that never changed about Izuku was how many questions he had. Always buzzing with thoughts and theories. He was probably the reason you talked for so long.

"He doesn't specify. Anyway to explain this better he created the allegory of the cave" you sat on the floor bored of your squat and got yourself comfy before you continued. "Basically the story is that a bunch of people are tied up facing the back wall of the cave and the back wall is illuminated by either a fire or the sun, it depends on the version, and every so often someone will go past and hold up an everyday object like an apple, and the ones who are tied up will see the shadow of the apple right? And the prisoners think this is reality because they know nothing else"

"Why don't the people walking past just show them the apple? Why are they tied up in the first place? Did they do something wrong or are they just there?"

"They've been there since birth and if the people show them what an apple looks like it ruins the experiment. Also Izuku please let me remind you these things didn't actually happen and no one was tied up for the sake of philosophy... well... anyway it doesn't matter"

Izuku finally sat. He wasn't uncomfortable or sore with standing but now that you were talking about shadows he was paying too much attention to how much his large shadow engulfed you. He was quite literally looming over you and it felt strange seeing your face without the fluorescent gym lights brightening you up.

"So eventually, one dude lets say his name is Chad, Chad gets out of his ropes and he goes outside and the sun is bright and it hurts his eyes and instead of going outside and experiencing the world, he goes back into the cave-"

Izuku's forest eyes widen and he leans forward. "Wait, what? Why? Chad what the hell are you doing my guy?"

"Well if you hadn't interrupted me I was about to say to free the rest of the prisoners because he sees the outside world is more real than the life in the cave" you huff and he chuckles and apologizes. "It's fine. But the prisoner is immediately blinded because his eyes never had time to become accustomed to the light. The rest of the prisoners see this blindness and assume they will be harmed if they were to leave"

He hums and scoots closer towards you as if a closer presence would help him find the right way to process and understand the story "I don't get it"

"It's because your brain is so small" you smirk and flick his forehead which gains no reaction whatsoever and what's worse is your finger probably hurts more than his forehead.

"But no seriously, what is the point in the allegory?"

"Ok so the shadows are the imperfect versions of things we see like the cat or tree. The outside is the perfect world of forms Plato talks about. Plato says the world of forms is basically the world of thought, perfection can only be perceived in our thoughts and everything else is just a copy"

"Then why does the guy get hurt?"

"I dunno. I've never understood why the guy gets hurt or they don't go outside. Probably something to do with expectations though and how is beauty subjective?"

Izuku chuckles and stands back up pulling you with him so you'll be encouraged to shower and change rather than just lounge about in your sweaty gym clothes all day "you know what I think?"

"Not a lot?"

"Ouch"

You loop your arm with his and laugh "I'm kidding what do you think"

"You are the perfect version of you"

You let go and swing round the wall to the showers shaking your head "cringe" he laughs and even though he's cheesy and corny and you'll have to explain everything to him again later, he still always makes you smile.

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Close my Eyes, I Can't Erase You (Hallucinations) | Chapter One

Part six of my mini-fic series is here!

Bingo Prompt: "(insert)’s just a friend."/Sexual Tension Fandom: My Hero Academia Ships: Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo Content Warning: Explicit Language Tags: Shinsou Hitoshi is an Insomniac, Adopted Shinsou Hitoshi, Adopted Eri, Married Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi, Class 1-A, Established Relationships, Shinsou Hitoshi replaces Mineta Minoru, Shinsou Hitoshi has Social Anxiety, Kaminari Denki has ADHD, Pansexual Kaminari Denki, Bisexual Jirou Kyouka, Gay Shinsou Hitoshi, Sexual Tension, Denial, "Sleepovers", Denki spends the weekend at the Yamada-Aizawa house, Eri is a ball of sunshine, Eri is a little shit, Brother Sister dynamic, Black Cat and Golden Retriever, Side Note: This is cross-platformed on AO3, I hope you all enjoy

Masterlist Chapter Two

Summary: “You could stay with me for the weekend.” All eyes go to Hitoshi.

The blond boy only shakes his head, “What? No. That’s your family time, I’ll be fine.”

Hitoshi cocks a brow at him. “I’m asking them tonight.”

“Dude-”

“𝘋𝘶𝘥𝘦,” He mimics, earning a playful glare. “Seriously, it’s fine.”

Denki then frowns, “And if they say no?”

A pause…

They did not say no.

|| Title from "Hallucinations" by PVRIS ||

Hitoshi’s use of his capture scarf has definitely improved since he began training with Shouta, more so now that he has people with different skills to test his progress against. For instance, he could now get around by using his scarf to swing him from one place to another, or in this case, from pipe to pipe of the factory.

         Class training took place in Ground Gamma, a place that heavily mimicked a maze to those stuck on ground level. For those who could get around with an aerial view like Sero with his tape or Bakugou with his explosions propelling him into the air, they had an advantage, but thanks to the way the metal pipes and layout twist and wind together, it made those in the air blind to the ones who were hiding in the nooks and crannies.

         But being able to swing around still gave Hitoshi the advantage of dodging attacks, of being able to travel faster than he would if he ran, that’s how he avoided the quick use of Ojiro’s tail, and that’s how he was chasing down Denki.

         Because of the amount of metal they were surrounded by, the use of Denki’s quirk would be difficult to manipulate without hitting his teammate, even with the sharpshooter strapped to his right wrist. It would be different if they were in Ground Beta or Ground Omega or even Gym Gamma. But thanks to their environment, he was stuck with dodging attacks and forcing himself to utilize hand-to-hand combat, which was already difficult given that both blonds were up against Midoriya, now add someone who was personally trained by their teacher.

         Behind them, they could hear the sound of metal clanking from something making contact. Hitoshi bites back a wince, and while it was bad of him to think, Ojiro being paired against Midoriya was a poor move. They were both good at close combat, but with Midoriya’s quirk, and that strength of this, he has a sneaking suspicion that the electric blond’s partner was currently being subdued. 

         Landing on top of one of the wider pipes, Hitoshi quickly changes the pitch of his voice changer to mimic Ojiro’s voice. “Kaminari, you okay?” Hitoshi watches him stop in his tracks, almost smirking when he sees Denki open his mouth to speak. But unfortunately (or rather fortunately, depending on how you look at it), Denki looks up and sees him. So with a cheeky grin and a raised brow, he brings a hand up to his face, making the “zipped lip” motion. And had it been anyone else, Hitoshi would find it annoying that his opponent was keeping a tight lip. But this was Denki. 

         Besides,

         Hitoshi chuckles, one of his capture scarf wrapping around the pipe beneath him. In seconds, Hitoshi was swinging down and landing a few feet from Denki. The blond takes his fighting stance, a cocky look in his eyes. 

         “I like a challenge.” 

         Instead of using his scarf, he settles for punches and kicks. Each of his kicks was met with a block of Denki’s arms, and each of Denki’s punches were avoided. It was a back and forth moment between them for at least a minute. Swing, dodge, kick, block, neither using their quirks or their support items. 

         Denki then swings right, and Hitoshi leans back on his feet to dodge, not expecting Denki to hook his foot behind his ankle. As Hitoshi is falling, he grabs Denki by the front of his shirt, balances his weight on the heel of his left foot before twisting them around, sending them both to the ground with Denki on his back and Hitoshi pinning his hands down above his head. 

         “I win.” Hitoshi had clearly won. Any minute now, they’ll be announcing that our opponents have been taken down. Easy win, Midoriya. 

         “Hey, sexy.” 

         A pause. Shock fills his senses as he snaps his head down to see Denki looking up at him with a smirk. … What did he just say? “I, uh– Hey!”

         Denki moved fast, Hitoshi didn't even register the leg wrapping around his waist until after he was flipped onto his back. He was so surprised that he lost his grip on Denki’s wrist, as now Denki was looming over him, a hand pointing at him with electricity crackling at the tips of his fingers. 

         His previous grin dissolves into a calm smile. “I win.” Denki voiced, and before Hitoshi could open his mouth to reply with something cocky, the airhorn had been blown and their match was over.

         “Midoriya and Hitoshi have been restrained, Denki and Ojiro win the match!” Present Mic’s voice rings through the speakers of the training ground loud as ever, the news shocking them both. 

         “What? Midoriya lost?” Denki questioned, looking behind them in the direction where they had left their teammates. He then suddenly cupped his hands around his mouth to shout, “Nice work, 'Jiro!”

         And vaguely, Hitoshi hears the tailed-teen respond, and could even make out the sound of Midoriya talking in the distance. But he didn’t say anything, he didn’t pay attention to anyone other than the blond that was still sitting on top of him, and the blush that was threatening to peek out from his voice changer.

Cold crisp air makes contact with his face, making his cheeks flush red. It has been a couple of weeks since that night on the roof, and the winter air was becoming more noticeable as the seasons changed, what was once a nice chill was now turning harsh when the wind blew and made contact with their skin. 

         Not that Hitoshi minds the weather, he enjoys the winter season. It was the one season he looked forward to the most. His classmates, however, disagreed.

         Their walk back to the main school building was anything but silent, but not all of his classmates were chatty, and as a result, there was small talk amongst them just to fill the silence. Each of them was worn out from their earlier practice with their teachers, his parents, trailing behind them.

         Asui was being taken straight to Recovery Girl the moment they walked into the building. Due to how Ground Gemma is made entirely of metal and concrete, one of the pips had been broken by one of Bakugou’s blasts during his match, which left behind sharp edges, which Asui had learned the hard way when wrapping her tongue around the broken pipe to swing herself out of harm's way.

         The frog-like girl in question walked ahead of the group with Uraraka, who would be walking her to the nurse’s office while everyone went to get change for homeroom.

         “Jeez…” Hitoshi looks to his left in time to watch Denki shiver, rubbing his hands up and down his arms in an attempt to keep himself warm. “I wish Spring would hurry up and get here, it’s freezing!” Denki exclaims, catching the attention of some of their classmates, a pout forming on his lips. 

         Cute. Hitoshi straightens his posture, fighting off the extra shades of red that threaten to color his face. 

         Bakugou scoffs on Denki’s left, shaking his head. “Quit fucking complaining–”

         “Language.”

         “We’re almost back to the damn school.”

         Denki pouted further to the point where he looks like he’s sulking, He needs to stop doing that. Hitoshi forces his eyes ahead of him. Behind him, he hears their class representative sigh, probably due to Bakugou’s foul language. 

         “You owe me a hot chocolate when we get back to the dorms, Kaachan.” 

         “I don’t owe you shit, Sparky!”

         “He means he’ll make all of us some hot chocolate,” Kirishima grins back at them, earning some excitement from their classmates and a glare from the angry teen, who huffs out and stomps ahead of the group. Though, Hitoshi doesn’t miss the shade of pink coloring his cheeks, and he knows that they weren’t from the cold.

         “Whatever, fucking nerds.”

         “Language!”

         Some of their classmates laughed as Bakugou and Iida traded words over the hothead’s choice of words, others simply shook their heads but smiled at the back and forth between them.

         Upon entering the building, Hitoshi looks at Denki, who is still shivering and sighs quietly. “So,” He speaks in a low tone, but it was loud enough to catch Denki’s attention. “You don’t like the cold?”

         Denki huffs lightly and shakes his head. “I can never stay warm when it gets cold out.”

         “Any chance you wanna steal a hoodie from me?” Denki looks up at him with furrowed brows. “If you’re still cold, I mean. You can borrow mine.” Hitoshi was now looking down at his feet as the boys walked into the boys’ locker room, them being the last ones to enter.

         Denki, however, stops behind him, and stares for a moment. His expression was unreadable, but it was clear that he was thinking. Hitoshi notices his lack of movement and looks back at him. Was that not okay to offer? What is he thinking? What was I thinking? The purple-haired boy sighs, unclasping the voice changer from behind his head to pack away. 

         “You don’t have to take it, I just figured-”

         “Okay.” Denki shrugs, walking forward, “Hand it over.”

Hitoshi did not take into consideration their size difference, with him being taller and a bit bulkier. 

         The hoodie itself was black, the design simple, some colorful splash art covered it. And it was big on Denki, the blond had to roll up his sleeves and the bottom hugged loosely around his mid-thigh. 

         And the worse part? Denki wore it for the rest of the day. From homeroom, on their way back to the dorms, throughout the entire night, he kept it on. Of course, Hitoshi hadn’t made a move to ask for it back, it’s not like he needed it right away. 

         Besides, it looks better on him. Hitoshi stops moving his pen, and stares at the top of the page for a moment. Promptly, he shakes his head. Nope. We already decided that I was doing this. He told himself.

         Right now, he was in the common room working on an assignment for Modern Art. Bakugou can be heard in the background, barking at people to, “Get out of my fucking kitchen!” And, “Drink your fucking water, Pinkie!” 

         So, it was a normal night as usual. The only two people allowed in the kitchen at night were Bakugou and Kirishima, even though Kirishima didn’t help with anything cooking wise (not that Bakugou would have let him). 

         “So,” Momo sits down on the far end of the couch, right next to Jirou, who had an earjack plugged into her phone to listen to her music. The short-haired girl unplugs from her phone when the taller girl sits down. “What are everyone’s plans for the weekend?”

         “What do you mean?” Denki’s voice, coming around the corner of the couch to sit down a foot away from Hitoshi. “Aren’t we just hanging around as usual?”

         “I’m afraid not.” Iida spoke, setting down his textbook, “Now that we’ve entered the holiday season, things are going to get more rowdy. Villains are going to take advantage of the public areas and the vacation time everyone will be taking to commit various crimes.” 

         Momo nods, “So everyone has been given permission to go home for the weekend to spend time with our families, since we won’t be able to during the actual holidays.” 

         “Oh.” Denki looks away, down at his phone. 

         Jirou then looks at him, “You didn’t know?” Her question was met with a headshake, “Have you talked to your parents? All of ours got emails about it, yours should have too.”

         “Yeah, I talked to them last night. But I don’t think they knew either. ” He says, “Besides, they’re out of town until next Friday.” Hitoshi looks up from his paper completely now to look at him. “We didn’t know this was going to happen and they're normally busy around this time of year just before the holidays. So we didn’t have time to plan things.”

         “You’re not planning on staying by yourself, are you?” Momo asks, looking a bit concerned.

         Denki only smiles and nods, “Yeah, but I’ll be fine. ‘Just means that I won’t have to worry about getting a noise complaint, right?” He giggles out. 

         “You could stay with me for the weekend.” All eyes go to Hitoshi.

         The blond boy only shakes his head, “What? No. That’s your family time, I’ll be fine.”

         Hitoshi cocks a brow at him. “I’m asking them tonight.” 

         “Dude-”

         “Dude,” He mimics, earning a playful glare. “Seriously, it’s fine.”

         Denki then frowns, “And if they say no?”

         A pause...

They did not say no. Which is how Hitoshi found himself walking Denki up to the front of the on-campus apartment building for the school’s staff members. His backpack hung off his shoulder, while Denki carried his overnight bag by the handle with both hands, looking nervous, and still wearing his damn hoodie.

         “You guys seriously don’t need to host me. I’ll be fine-”

         “You’re not getting out of this, Kami.” Hitoshi tells him, pulling out his entry card to swipe against the lock.

         He looked over his shoulder to look at the blond, who was once again frowning. “I thought I told you to call me Denki.” 

         “Okay, Tsu.” That gets him to laugh a little. The gate then opens in front of them with a buzzer sound and Hitoshi was walking them both to the front door of the building. “Look, they’re fine with this, I’m fine with this, and I’m pretty sure Eri is bouncing off the walls at the thought of someone new spending the weekend with us. You’re more than welcomed.”

         “Yeah, but…” Denki sighs, “I’m their student, and I’m technically a stranger to Eri.”

         “Maybe. But you’re my b–” He bites his tongue before correcting himself, “-friend. So I win.”

         Hitoshi holds the door open, allowing Denki to walk ahead of him. But Denki had stopped, and just like yesterday in the locker room, Denki was staring at him again. This time, he makes his confusion visible. 

         Denki then smirks. “I thought you said you weren’t here to make friends, neighbor?” 

         It would have stayed that way, had you not come along and fucked up my plans. Hitoshi bites his tongue, rolling his eyes before dramatically bowing as he continues to hold the door open like you would a greeter at one of those fancy restaurants. Denki laughs, “Thank you, my good sir.” Mockingly, he nods his head at him before they make their way through the lobby and toward the elevator.

         An elevator ride up to the third floor and four doors later, Hitoshi was grabbing his keys to unlock the door to his family’s apartment. Beside him, Denki took a deep breath. 

         “Dad, Pops, you guys home?” Hitoshi calls out as he steps in, leaving the door open for Denki to follow him. The door shut a few seconds later, right as Eri comes around the corner and darts for Hitoshi, wrapping her arms around his waist.

         “Toshi, welcome home!”

         “Yeah, yeah, you menace.”

         “Oi,” Both teens (and the child) look up as Hizashi rounds the corner. “Ignore him, Dove.” Hizashi stops and pats Eri on the head before looking toward Denki. “Hey, little listener– Uh, are you okay?”

         Hitoshi’s brows furrow and he looks back at Denki, who was currently covered in a light sheet of sweat and small particles of electricity crackled over his body. But the electric teen smiles nervously, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his neck. 

       �� “Hi, Yamada Sensei.”

         “Oh please,” Hizashi scoffs lightly, “We’re not at school, kiddo. Call me Hizashi. Shouta!” He calls out, looking over his shoulder with an amused look on his face.

         Seconds later, their homeroom teacher walks out of the living room and into the entry hallway, looking tired (as usual) but more relaxed within the comforts of his home. Upon seeing the teens, he sighs, eyes flashing red to cancel out Denki’s quirk.

         “Kaminari.”

         “Hello, Aizawa Sensei.”

         Hizashi and Hitoshi rolled their eyes at the use of honorifics, only the older blond reached over and slapped Shouta on the arm with a warning look. “Oi, be nice. We’re not in teacher mode and he’s our guest.” He tells him, shaking his head before looking back at both teens. “Feel free to call him Shouta. Or Shou.”

         “Do that, and you’ll be in detention for the rest of the semester.”

         Hitoshi leans closer to Denki, speaking in a hushed tone. “Don’t let him fool you, he’s a softie, especially to Sushi.”

         Denki blinks at him. “Sushi?”

         “Oh! Speaking of food…” Hizashi then waves both the child and the dark-haired man away. Eri whines as she follows Shouta into the living room. “We’re ordering out for dinner tonight, want your usual?” He asks Hitoshi, who nods. “Great. Kaminari?” 

         Denki looks between the two of them nervously. “Uh… I’ll just have what he’s having?” He shrugs. 

         Hitoshi scoffs, “You hate sushi, though.” 

         Before Denki could open his mouth, Eri peaks around the corner, holding a white and fluffy cat. “He hates Sushi?” She sounds panicked, the cat in question meows in her little arms. 

         “He’ll have yours and Eri’s order, Pops. Come on,” Before anyone could say anything else, Hitoshi was walking Denki down the hall and into his bedroom, located right across from Eri’s room.

         And had he looked back, he would have seen his parents sharing a knowing look. Instead, he shuts the door behind them.

         Hitoshi took Denki’s overnight bag from him, setting it down by the door with his backpack. “Welcome to chaos.” He tells him before walking over to his bed and flopping backwards. “Don’t let my dad get to you. Just distract him with the cats and your set.”

         Denki however, hadn’t moved. When Hitoshi looks up, he sees the blond eyeing the room, taking in every detail. To him, it’s the same room he’s had for the last couple of months since moving into the dorms. But if he were to get technical, the room was an exact copy of his old bedroom from their old place. So in hindsight, it’s the same layout he’s had for a little over a year and a half since Shouta and Hizashi had adopted him.

         Three out of the four walls were painted a dark gray, the one wall at the head of his bed being painted a lilac kind of purple, almost matching his hair. His bed was up against the purple wall. On the left side of the room had his desk, some shelves that hung over his desk, and a beanbag chair tucked into the corner of the room with a standup lamp. On the right side was a bookshelf, a dresser, and the sliding doors that were the front of his closest. A few hero-themed posters were taped to the walls above his bed and dresser, some were of musicians though.

         Overall, it was a typical layout for a teenage boy’s room. However, many would question the collection of cat-themed things in his room, such as the cat shaped squishmallow that sat amongst his pillows, or the cat themed clock that hung on the wall beside his bedroom door. Or the cat themed fairy-lights that hung from the ceiling over his bed. 

         “Woah.” Denki said.

         “In my defense, Dad won me and Eri squishmallows at an arcade, and the clock was a gag gift from my aunt.”

         “No, that’s not what I meant.” Hitoshi sits up on his elbows, looking at him confused. “Your room is a lot different than I thought it’d be.”

         “What do you mean?”

         “Well, at the dorms, your room is all dark and edgy and I swear, Tokoyami sees you as a rival edgelord coming for his emo title.” The purple-haired boy rolled his eyes, “I wasn’t expecting to see it look so… cute.”

         “If you think mine’s bad, you should see Eri’s. Her room looks like it was made for just the cats.”

         “Speaking of,” Denki finally moves, now walking over to his desk and eyeing the shelves above. His eyes looked over all the trinkets and nicknacks. “You said you have three cats?” 

         “Yeah. Sushi is Eri’s, Coffee is Dad’s, and Mocha is mine.”

         “I’m assuming “Sushi” is the one your sister was holding?” Hitoshi nods. “So which one is Mocha and Coffee?” 

         “You’ll see.”

         “Can you be any more vague?”

         “Perhaps.”

         Denki huffs out a laugh, his eyes stopping on a framed picture. Hitoshi gets up from his bed and walks a couple of long strides over before stopping next to him, his eyes following where Denki was looking. He almost smiles at the photo. 

         “That was taken on my first birthday with them.” Hitoshi clarifies, pulling the picture off the shelf so both could look at it more closely. 

         The picture itself was simple, Kayama was with the three of them that day so she took the photo. Hitoshi was blowing out his candles (which he was too old for, as he lightly put it when they lit the candles), clearly biting back a smile. Shouta sat in the seat next to him, his arm bent to rest his chin on his fist as he looked at Hitoshi with a noticeable small smile, Hizashi stood behind the teen, hand on his back, mouth open with a smile like he was cheering. 

         That day was the day he realized that he wouldn’t be going back into the system, that all of that horror was behind him now. He would never have to deal with another social worker or walk into an unfamiliar house surrounded by people who hated him for something such as his Quirk, something he had no choice of choosing and was simply born with. He would never have to worry about being shoved into another closet and muzzled. 

         That was all behind him now, he was safe here. 

         “You looked happy.” Denki points out, the voice is noticeably quieter. Looking over at him, Hitoshi can see a soft smile on his lips as he keeps his eyes on the photo in his hands. 

         I am happy.         As Hitoshi sets the frame back on the shelf, he sees the blond look up at him out of the corner of his eye, “So, what do you wanna do?” Denki asked.

         He looks the blond up and down, frowning. Noticing his frown, Denki looks confused, and Hitoshi crosses his arms over his chest. “Alright. Spill.”

         “What?”

         “You’ve been a nervous wreck about coming over since last night. What’s up?”

         “Pfft, I’m not nervous.”

         “My Dad literally had to turn off your Quirk so you don't accidentally shock everyone.”

         “Please don’t say that your dad had to turn me off–”

         “You little shit.” Denki laughs, and Hitoshi shakes his head in disgust, but mostly from amusement. “Seriously. What’s up?”

         Denki looks around them, probably looking for a distraction right about now. Sighing in defeat, the blond cracks. “I’ve… Never had a sleepover before.”

         A pause.

         Hitoshi blinks. “Huh?”

         “Like…” The blond looks down at Hitoshi’s chest, reaching his hands across the small gap (when did they get so close?) and starts picking at a loose thread on his jacket. “Obviously, with all of us living together, it’s like one big sleepover, right? But in reality, it’s more like we’re all roommates. And my school life before UA wasn’t exactly happy, so no one ever invited me to spend the night. Sure, I’d be invited to parties, but that’s different.”

         “You’re telling me that the entire reason why you’ve been a nervous wreck is because no one’s ever asked you to sleep over before?”

         Hitoshi watches as the blond flushes a light shade of pink. “Well, when you put it like that, it sounds stupid.”

         “I didn’t say that.” Hitoshi says. “Why didn’t they ever invite you over?”

         Denki shrugs, eyes dipping slightly. He looks a bit sad while he thinks of an answer. “I didn’t exactly have the best control over my Quirk before UA. Sure, I had friends, everyone would always tell me that I was easy to talk to and my personality made me the life of the party.” He says that last part with a bit of sarcasm in his voice, clearly not liking the title he was given. 

         Denki loses interest in the thread quickly, his hand now curling into a loose ball against Hitoshi’s chest as he continues. “I didn’t mind it, at the time. I was just happy people were hanging out with me. But when you can’t control your quirk when you get too excited and wind up electrocuting people because of it… Who really wants to be around you longer than they have to be?”

         Hitoshi goes quiet for a moment, looking a bit surprised by the sudden drop of Denki’s background. He knew about the truth or dare story, given that they had talked about their sexualities before. He knew that the kids from middle school were assholes. But aside from that one story, Denki never gave any indication that his life before UA was all bad. 

         “I mean… You kind of are the life of the party.” Denki scoffs, and Hitoshi sighs. The taller of the two steps forward, leaving no space between them, which causes Denki to look up at him. “Even if they meant it as an insult, you are. Every room you walk into, everything lights up. Everyone is in a better mood when you’re around, you know how to make people smile, whether you’re joking around or just having a random ass conversation on who your favorite Naruto character is–”

         “Which is obviously Neji. That guy was like, my bisexual awakening.” 

         “Eh, he was alright.” Denki audibly gasped in horror, making Hitoshi smirk. “Itachi was my gay awakening.”

         “Well duh, of course you’d be attracted to the obvious gay character.” 

         “Anyway.” Hitoshi rolls his eyes playfully, and Denki smiles. “The fact that they singled you out for something you couldn’t control at the time just means that they were never worth being around, ya dig?” He mimics his Pops’ words, which spurs on another light laugh from the blond in front of him. “Don’t be nervous about this weekend. And you know what? I’m gonna make this weekend the best you’ve ever had.”

         “Setting the bar high, are you?” Denki grins, leaning in a bit closer. 

         That’s when Hitoshi realizes just how close they are. Their faces were inches from each other.

         But either Denki doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, because he continues to smile up at him. “And just how are you gonna make this the best weekend?”

         Hitoshi only cocks a brow at him, that smirk on his face dipping down into a mischievous grin.  “You’ll see.”

After a while, Denki’s nerves calmed down a bit. They didn’t leave Hitoshi’s room right away, instead, they were tucked against each other’s side and Denki watched as Hitoshi played on his Switch for an hour, Five Nights at Freddy’s three on the screen. 

         The blond frowns at the screen. “I never understood the third game.” He admits, “There’s only one animatronic and the story doesn’t make sense.”

         Hitoshi eyes him out of the corner of his eye, “You know the story from the first game though, the one where the original security guard, or the Purple Man, killed the children and hid their bodies in the suits?” Denki nods, “Well, the last mini game cutscene in game three shows the souls of those kids getting revenge on that security guard, by killing him with the Springtrap suit.”

         “Damn,” Denki’s eyes widened slightly. “He had it coming, but that’s brutal.” Hitoshi chuckles, and Denki looks up from the screen to look at his face. “You know a lot about the lore for these games, don’t you?”

         Hitoshi shrugs, flipping through the game’s security cameras. “It’s an interesting concept for a storyline. The fourth game is the one I had trouble understanding since it doesn’t take place in a security room like the first three games and you have to rely on sound instead of cameras, you’re also not playing as an adult but as a kid.”

         “Did you ever figure out the story for that one?”

         “Eh, sort of?” The sound of a jumpscare makes Denki jerk, and the familiar game over title falls over the screen. Hitoshi doesn’t seem bothered by it though and looks toward Denki, “Again, they use mini games in between each night to tell you the story. At first, I thought the kid we play as was the same one we play in the mini games for the fourth game. The backstory is that the boy was being abused by his father and brother, and his brother tormented him a lot. Do you remember the bite of the ‘87 scene from the second game?” 

         Denki nods before Hitoshi continues. “The fourth game does a full circle back to that scene, the kid’s brother and his friends would pick on him, and one day when they were at the pizzeria for his birthday, they picked him up and brought him closer to Golden Freddy for a “kiss.” Hitoshi makes air quotations with his fingers before continuing. “Well, the kid was crying a lot, and his tears got into the wiring and caused Golden Freddy to malfunction, which caused its jaw to bite down on him.”

         Denki’s eyes widened. “Are you saying his brother got him killed?” Hitoshi nods. “Oh my god.”

         “That’s not the interesting part. Once I understood that, I came to the conclusion that the kid we were playing with wasn't the one who was abused and killed, but rather it was the brother. Cause in one of the scenes, you’re hearing what sounds like Fredbear saying “I will put you back together” before the kid dies.”

         “So the animatronics in the fourth game are trying to avenge the kid’s death by trying to kill his brother.” Denki guessed, which made Hitoshi nod. “Holy shit, that’s fucked.”

         “That’s just the conclusion I came to, though. There’s a whole load of people online who probably have way better theories and know how the lore goes better than I do.”

         Hitoshi watches as the other shivers, “If their theories are just as gruesome as that one, I think I’m good.” Denki tells him.

         Chuckling, Hitoshi opens his mouth to comment before he is interrupted. “DINNER’S HERE!” 

         The blond jumps, but Hitoshi only rolls his eyes. Outside his bedroom door, they hear the sound of tiny footsteps walk up to his door, and on cue, there is a small knock on his door. 

         Hitoshi sets down his switch and walks over, opening his door to reveal Eri standing there. Her hands brought up to rub her ears, and he doesn’t blame her for it, knowing she was probably in the living room just a moment ago.

         “Food is here.” She tells them, as if Hizashi hadn’t announced it for everyone in the building to know. 

         Both teens follow her out into the living room, the aroma of tonight’s takeout filling Hitoshi’s senses and reminding him that he hasn’t eaten anything except breakfast this morning. As they walk into the kitchen though, the three of them witness a humorous sight, which is Shouta scowling Hizashi as he rubs his temple tiredly.

         “What have we discussed about using your Quirk to make announcements indoors?”

         “Only do it if it’s an emergency?” Hizashi questions sheepishly. 

         Shouta sighs. “And is dinner an emergency?”

         This time, the older blond straightens up with a hand on his hips and a finger pointing accusingly at his husband. “Considering if I weren’t around, your only source of food would be jelly pouches and coffee and you would have dragged our son into that same habit? Yes. Yes it is.” He grins. 

         Shouta raises a brow, “And our daughter?”

         Hizashi shrugs, “We both know damn well that she takes after me,” He states as if it was common knowledge. “And we both know she would whip you two into shape if I weren’t around, ain’t that right, little listeners?” He turns his head toward the entryway, Shouta following in suit to see the three of them. “Also Kaminari, how do you feel about American food?”

         “It is the second love of my life.” 

         Hitoshi scoffs, raising a brow at him. “And who was your first love?”

         Denki’s expression softens. “My mom…” A pause. “Wait… No, hold on, that can be taken out of context–” Hitoshi swallows a laugh while Eri does not, a shade of pink colors the blond teen’s face. “Obviously I love my mom but in a platonic way– Oh god, I’m making this worse.” Hitoshi fails to swallow the next laugh that bubbles up in his mouth as Denki hides his face in his hands. “Quit laughing!”

         “Whatever,” Hitoshi shakes his head, a smile on his face as he walks over to the kitchen table. “Come and eat the second love of your life.”

         “Now you’re just being weird.”

Dinner starts off fine, Hizashi and Denki make small talk (mostly in English, which peeved Eri as hasn’t begun to learn any English just yet), Hitoshi ate his sushi in silence while Shouta was making sure Eri ate her food. 

         Just as Hizashi began asking about what movie they should watch after dinner, Eri asked Denki a question that nearly made Hitoshi choke.

         “Are you and ‘Toshi dating?” 

         A pause.

         Hitoshi jerks forward as a piece of his food nearly gets stuck in his throat, and Denki looks at the girl with wide eyes (and a blush). Meanwhile, both parents were both surprised, and amused by her question. 

         “Eri!” Hitoshi snarled, no real heat behind it, but he felt embarrassed. 

         Hizashi, biting back a laugh, speaks up, “Dove, why do you think that?”

         The little girl shrugs, “He’s wearing Toshi's favorite hoodie. No one ever touches his favorite hoodie.” The notion makes Hitoshi sink down into his chair. 

         That little traitor! He wants to scream. His eyes flicker to Denki, and he almost looks away immediately when he sees Denki staring back at him, looking conflicted. 

         There was a pregnant silence for a moment. If Hitoshi had the courage, he would look and see Shouta looking between both boys with curiosity, as if he had already suspected something. Instead, Hitoshi kept his eyes trained on Denki’s. 

         The young blond clears his throat, looking toward Eri while shaking his head. “No, we’re not dating, Eri.” When she pouts, he almost looks apologetic. “Also,” He looks back at Hitoshi, “Your favorite hoodie?” He smirks.

         “You’re sleeping on the floor.”

         “Wha- Not fair!”

         “Totally fair.”

         “Anyway,” Hizashi spoke up again, making everyone look toward him, he swallows a laugh before continuing. “I was thinking we could all go to the mall tomorrow?” Cue an annoyed sound from the two anti-social family members. “I have to do some shopping for the house, anyway. And you three,” He looks at the three youngest, “Can hang out at the arcade for a bit too.”

         “Can I get another squishmallow?” Eri asked excitedly. 

         “If you can win it.” Hitoshi grumbles, making her whine.

         Denki rolls his eyes at his behavior. “Don’t worry, Eri, I’ll help you win a squishmallow.” He reassures her. “Your brother probably sucks at the games anyways so leave it to me.”

         “Oh really?”

         “Yep.”

         Dinner wraps up shortly after that. Denki helps Hizashi clean up while Eri was sent to the living room to look for tonight’s movie. Meanwhile, Hitoshi was about to go join her when Shouta stops him in his tracks.

         “So,” Shouta starts, leaning on the doorframe that divides the kitchen from the main hall that leads throughout the entire apartment. Hitoshi stood in the doorway to the living room, looking back at Shouta. “You and Kaminari?” The older man raises a brow, “I thought we agreed on no more loud blondes?”

         The question makes Hitoshi blush. Despite the ongoing joke that ran in their family, the implications that came with that joking question left him flustered. “D-Dad, no!” He hisses, peaking around Shouta to see that Denki and Hizashi were involved in their own conversation. “It’s not like that. Denki’s just a friend.”

         “Just a friend that you’re on a first name basis with?”

         Hitoshi doesn’t respond right away to that. Instead, lavender eyes flickered between his father and the boy in the kitchen behind the older man. “I swear, it’s not like that with me and him.”

         Shouta looks at him for a moment, eyes narrowing onto him. “You know, even if they were-”

         “They’re not.” Hitoshi says firmly. “Denki’s just a friend. Nothing more.”

         A wave of silence falls over both father and son. Behind Shouta, they could hear both blonds lost in their own conversation (which was mostly in English), and behind Hitoshi, the sound of voices coming from the TV echoed in their ears as Eri flipped between channels.

         Is he just a friend, though? One part of his brain nagged, and that made him tense. Of course he is. The other part of his brain argued. But… Do friends act the way we do? Denki’s laugh interrupts his thoughts and his breath hitches, he looks past Shouta and sees the blond tossing his head back with a loud laugh, a wide smile on his face. 

         And he couldn’t get his heart to stop fluttering after that.

[jmagnabo92]

Fetch Snippet

This is from Return From The Veil fic.  Sirius has been returned at sixteen to be a protector for Harry.  End of Fifth year after the DOM.

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Harry couldn’t help laughing at Sirius’ behavior as Padfoot, as he, Neville, Ginny, and Luna play fetch with Padfoot in the courtyard.  Despite the very serious conversations about Occlumency, Horcruxes, and Training plans, Sirius made every effort to take a break from that every day to play in the courtyard.  In fact, he spent most of his time outside of their secret meetings and discussions, as Padfoot, and outside.  He even slept in Harry’s bed as Padfoot, which helped Harry with his nightmares about that night.  When Harry asked him about it, he explained that due to Azkaban and his time on the run, he spent much of the last nearly fifteen years as Padfoot, and Padfoot’s emotions are dulled, which helps Sirius deal with them.  He liked being Padfoot, especially when the others liked playing with him, and especially because he’s less likely be stared at or questioned as Padfoot, like he was questioned at pretty much every meal or when he wasn’t Padfoot in the common room.

         “Padfoot, you’re playing fetch wrong,” Harry yells, as Padfoot teases him with the tug-o-war rope before turning around and running to Neville, then Ginny, then Luna to do the same.  

         Neville laughs, “You’d think since he could understand us, he’d know how this works.”

         Padfoot shakes his head, running back to Neville and toppling him to the ground. “Hey!”

         “Mr. Black, kindly do not attack my students,” Professor McGonagall says, as she enters the courtyard, carrying his firebolt.  Padfoot bounds over to her and shakes his head, dropping the rope at her feet.

         “No, I’m not playing…”

         He nudges her free hand with his nose.  

         “I said no, Mr. Black,” she responds, meanwhile Neville uses his distraction to sneak up behind him, and tackles him, grabbing the rope, rolling away, and throwing it to Luna.  

         Padfoot falls to his side, rolls over, barks and runs to Luna, who throws it to Ginny, who throws it to Harry.  “This is what you get for not playing fetch right.”  He throws it Neville, who drops it, causing Padfoot to grab it, and run away with it.  “Hey! Come back, you mutt!”

         Padfoot laughs, as much as a dog can laugh, and dives into the lake.  

         “I think he wins, Harry,” Ginny says, laughing.  

         “That’s what he thinks,” Harry states, as the Professor walks up to him.

         “I believe this belongs to you.  I hope you use it well as Captain next year,” Professor McGonagall says, with a smile.

         “Captain?  Seriously? I was kicked off the team.”

         “Unjustly kicked off the team.  Do act surprised when you get your badge.”

         Harry smiles at her, looking down at his broom.  “I will, thanks.”

         With that, she leaves, and Harry’s surprised when a minute later, he feels wet arms around his shoulders.  “Good thing she gave that back, it cost a fortune.”

         Harry nods, “I never did tell you what a problem receiving a no name attached present did for me that year, did I?”

         Sirius laughs, “No, but I noticed you didn’t use it for weeks.”

         Ginny, Neville, and Luna join them as they sit by a tree in the courtyard.  

         “Wait – you actually did buy him that?” Neville asks, and Sirius nods.  

         “I stole a Gringotts form, well Crookshanks did, filled out my account number and Harry’s name as the recipient and they went for it.  It was my fault the dementors were there to destroy his Nimbus, and Remus’ fault that the Willow is on the grounds, so I felt it was fair.  Besides, I bought him his first broom, much to the dismay of the cat …”

         “We had a cat?” Harry asks.  He never much liked cats, and he knew that Sirius had bought his first ‘child’ broom, as Sirius had found a picture of him zooming around on it.

         “You did.  Lily wanted her, and James always did what made Lily happy.  I was against it for obvious reasons.”

         “Like the fact that you turn into a dog,” a voice states from above.  Harry looks up and sees Lupin standing there. For a second there’s a look in eyes at sees Sirius and Harry sitting by the tree, with Sirius being sixteen, again, it was evident that Lupin flashed back to their fifth year, just for a second.

[mandana-the-service-pup]

The Cat Saga continues…

(Opinion post // hot take?)

I’ve talked about the cat colony that lives at our apartment complex and how frustrating it can be when cats dart across your path every time you go outside with your dog.

Admittedly, Mandana has run after them when on a freedom walk before. When she gets to them she just stops and comes back to me but I still take it very seriously. It has only really happened on freedom walks when she’s on a longline and engaged with the environment. When she’s on a leash she may or may not be excited to see them but she’s pretty easy to redirect. Ideally we want her to be cat neutral and that’s something we are working on but it takes time.

Recently there was a bully mix that killed one of the cats and their owner approached me today while we were outside playing in the same area where the cats hang out. He was upset because management is going to make him get rid of his dog or make him move and he wanted me (I’ve never met this guy or seen his dog) to come to his defense and give testimony that the cats go around attacking dogs and it was killed in self defense. My heart goes out to anyone who’s put in a situation that stressful, but there’s nothing I could say that would help him out. It’s a controversial topic and maybe I’m the one with the hot take but here it is…

If you own a dog that you know is predisposed to killing other animals then you have to take responsibility when they kill something. If you aren’t willing to accept that liability then you need to invest a lot of resources into managing the situation so that it doesn’t happen and train them out of that behavior. The alternative would be getting a dog that fits your lifestyle. There are plenty of breeds that have very low prey drive and/or are small enough that you could probably maintain physical control of them in a tense situation. I have nothing against bully breeds but they are in the terrier group for a reason. Terriers are bred to kill animals and bully breeds are some of the strongest of the terriers. If you don’t want a terrier to kill then you need to be proactive about it. That goes for any dog (regardless of breed or mix) if you know they will chase and harm an animal.

So yes, Mandana has chased a cat and she has barked at a cat. She has chased a squirrel and she has “caught” a bird. She has prey drive. I know it and I am actively working on it (professional trainers are involved). But there is a difference between what she does and what this guys dog did. When Mandana catches up to the animal (cat, squirrel or bird) the game ends. She immediately loses interest. She MIGHT bark a couple times but then she walks back to me. If I notice it before the chase begins then it’s easily avoided. If the chase has already started then I may or may not be able to call her off mid-chase depending on the situation. The one time she has caught an animal (an injured crow that could flutter a distance but not fly) she didn’t do anything to it. She caught up to it, sniffed it and when I asked her to leave it she did so with enthusiasm. There is no reason to believe she would kill an animal (she won’t even kill bugs after she catches them) but I treat her as if she would because that’s what it takes to be a responsible dog owner.

Our apartment complex is breed restricted. Bully breeds, shepherds and similar breeds are not allowed unless they are a service dog or ESAs. ESAs do not require training but can be removed if they are deemed dangerous or  destructive. This guys dog got loose, killed a cat and then proceeded to pull its intestines out and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Even if it is an ESA the landlord has every right to remove the animal. I empathize with people who have to choose between their animal and their home. I’ve been in that situation and it’s awful. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Unfortunately for this guy, he put his dog at risk by moving into a breed restricted community and there’s nothing anyone can do to change it now.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Another Cinnabar bit, have fun.

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'Another nightly stroll- sorry, "patrol", another boring hour you could have slept. Ah well, at least your apprentice seems to be taking their training seriously, even started practicing ballet like you suggested. It really is surprising how useful it is, nothing quite like gracefuly leaping over an enemies' attack with such ease.

Speaking of grace, that cat is certainly lacking it if he thinks he's being sneaky… Oh Kwamiis above, he does, doesn't he? Best to put an end to that quickly, lest it becomes trouble in the future.'

Cinnabar lands on an open rooftop with a roll to lessen the impact, slowly stands to his full height and walks toward the edge facing away from where Chat would probably land. Stopping just short of the ledge, he takes a few seconds to look out over the city before addressing his unwelcome guest."What do you want, Noir?" He says, taking a slight turn to face Chat, who is a few steps away with wide eyes at being caught.

"Wha- How did you know it was me?!" Chat says, taking a step back in surprise and assuming a battle stance, the tip of his staff pointed towards Cinnabar.

"Oh please, I could smell you from over a block away." Cinnabar gave a small chuckle,"No, the truth is that your eyes are rather easy to spot in the darkness, given how much they light up to let you see. Makes it a bit easy to notice you."

A small lie, Cinnabar had felt his emotions before seeing him but Chat didn't need to hear that. He still needs to work on his stealth though, poor boy might get himself seriously hurt trying that with the other criminals that still call this city their stomping grounds.

'Though if a criminal did take the black cat miraculous, I'd be far less… reserved, about dealing with them.'

OHOHOHOHO

Chat honey you're an emotional flare gun and also you have yet to learn how to work around the bell.

[okpow]

NFL Week 9 2022 Picks Against the Evil Las Vegas Point Spread - Pound For Pound GOAT Edition

(above: Le Heckin’ Ultimate Weapon)

Does anyone even use Tumblr anymore? Also a shout out to Eyebrow Queen Microblading Certification Training Courses of Irving. You do wax your eyebrows right?

Chargers at Falcons - Chargers by 3

This started out as a 7 point line and dropped to 3 because the Chargers have no healthy WRs. Gerald Everett time. I will take the Under on 49 points because THE CHARGERS HEAD COACH IS A FAKE DEFENSIVE GENIUS EXCEPT HE’S NOT A GENIUS BUT JUST THIS ONE TIME HE WILL BE A GENIUS BUT MOSTLY BECAUSE I STILL DON’T BELIEVE IN THE ATLANTA SHITBIRDS OFFENSE. Plus the Bolts have no WRs so Under makes sense. 

Dolphins at Bears - Dolphins by 4.5

Justin Fields has had two good games back to back, I think? BUT THE REST OF THE SAMPLE SIZE IS BAD. But he also needs WRs. And fuck Cole Kmet. Anyway because it’s at home I think the Bears can keep it close. Tyreek Hill scores a TD but does not go for 190 yards like last week.

Raiders at Jags - Over / Under 47 points

This reeks of shoot out to me. Or is that just the smell coming from the Jags heinous in-stadium urine pool? Davante Adams is overpaid but he will do things in this game that will trick stupid Raiders fans into believing he was worth all that shit they gave up for him. 

Clots at Paytes - New England favored by 0.5 points

I did not see Sam Ellingher (sp?) play last week but I’m pretty sure the New England defense, at home, will not be impressed with his sweet moves and rad skills. Patriots should win this outright and there is massive meltdown potential for the Colts in this spot.

Bills at Jets - Bills by a manly 11.5 on the road

Opened as a 7 point line and moved to 11.5 after people realized the Bills were playing the Jets. Zach Wilson will continue to play “dance around outside the pocket, evade a defender, continue holding the ball while Salah screams at you to throw it out of bounds and then throw an INT instead” but I’ll take the Jets passing attack to come alive, relatively speaking, and keep this close in garbage time. 

Panthers at Bengals - BIG CATS COLLIDE GROWL - Bengals by 7

What a heckin’ wholesome yummy epic internet cat humor game this should be. EXCEPT THERE’S NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT JOE MIXON ACTUALLY HAVING A GOOD GAME AND SCORING TWO TOUCHDOWNS. The Panthers are still the fuckin’ Panthers. Bengals cover but only if you buy it down to 6.5.

Vikings at THE CULTURALLY APPROPRIATED WASHINGTON FRANCHISE - Pick Em?

In what metaverse is this matchup a Pick Em game lol? Seriously? Yes the Vikings win. In the protoverse. The fuck is Vegas thinking here.

LA Rams at Bucs - NFC Title Rematch - Over/Under 42.5

I know both of these offenses have been underwhelming and Cooper Kupp is dead or something BUT THIS IS THE GAME OF THE WEEK AND IT’S PRIME TIME (3:25 PM) AND IT SHOOTS OUT. Chris Godwin + Tyler Higbee *eyeballs emoji*

Titans at Chiefs - Chiefs by 12 points lol

This started at 6 and moved to 12? I’ll take the Under on 45 points because this probably ends 30-10ish with KC just not really having to do much because the Titans are so inept. This is assuming Willis is starting under center and I assume that’s the case because why else would the line move from 6 to 12.

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Tricks And Treats

Summary: Pietro tries to get Wanda and Y/n to finally admit their feelings for each other and takes them to a haunted house. Too bad Wanda is a full on scaredy cat...or is that exactly what is needed?

Word Count: 2,915

Genre: Fluff

Requested?: Yes

A/N: Finally back with the Fluff! Here’s that one shot I promised like a week ago lmao Happy Reading!

Halloween was for sure your favorite holiday.

You knew you were in the minority with that thought, seeing most people picked Christmas as their favorite, but you didn’t care. You always loved the time of year that came with Halloween, your birthday fell pretty close to it, you get to dress up and pretend to be someone else for a day, and it’s full on spooky season! What wasn’t there to love?

Well apparently a lot, at least according to your best friend Wanda.

For someone who’s a witch, you find it very funny that she doesn’t like the holiday.

You first met Wanda during the whole Ultron situation, back then she took on a more ‘emo’ appearance. Don’t tell anyone you said this, but you wouldn’t mind if she adopted the look again cause damn, so you just assumed Halloween and all things spooky would be for her, right?

Wrong.

You quickly learned that Wanda was not a fan of scary. You remember asking her to go see this new horror movie with you, it was your first time hanging out alone together and you just figured it’d be something she was into.

By the end of the movie, her face was buried in her knees, and she didn’t believe you when you told her the movie was over. The poor teenager working the theater was pretty annoyed with you both.

Needless to say, you didn’t bother her about anything spooky related again.

So when Pietro came to you two asking if you wanted to go to the new haunted house in town, you were beyond shocked that she agreed without a second thought.

“Uh, Wanda are you sure?” You asked, very hesitant. “I don’t know if you’ve ever been to a haunted house before, but-”

“I know what they are, Y/n.” Wanda cut you off before you finished, seeming very enthused, which confused you more. “I think it’ll be really cool!”

“Yeah...Wands, I know this group. This isn’t your typical ‘few scary decorations with the occasional light jump scare’ thing. These guys are intense.” You tried again. You didn’t know what had gotten into the witch, but you were sure she was making a mistake here.

“Y/n/n, relax. I’m not a child, I can handle myself. Trust me, okay? It’ll be great!” The bright smile on Wanda’s face was always a sight you welcomed, but it confused you in the moment. Still, you knew once her mind was set on something...let’s just say it’d be easier to find all the infinity stones than to talk her out of it.

“Alright, if you say so.” You shrugged, deciding it was best to drop the topic. Besides, she was right, Wanda’s a grown woman who can make her own choices. You just get to wait to be able to tell her that her choice was a stupid one. “So Friday night?” You asked Pietro, who nodded excitedly.

“Friday night!” He confirmed.

“Okay, cool.” You took another quick sip of your morning coffee before setting your mug down. “I gotta get ready for training. So happy to be working with Steve today instead of Nat, he’s always a walk in the park.” You said sarcastically with a roll of your eyes. “Wish me luck.” 

The twins wished you luck as you left the room to go get ready. After they were sure you were out of earshot, the witch turned to her brother. “This is your plan? Are you crazy?”

“I know, I know, but trust me, okay?” He reassured, walking to the fridge to grab himself a drink. “Y/n loves this stuff, and as she is the love of your life-”

“Whoa, whoa, I-I never said-”

“-You should experience the things that she loves to do.” Pietro finished, ignoring his sister’s intervention. “I’ll do my best to stay out of your guys’ way, and you have the whole evening to yourselves. Sounds perfect to me.”

“Yeah, until I act like a complete, how do they say, ‘spaz’ around her again.” Wanda sighed, leaning on the kitchen counter in defeat.

“You won’t. You know what kind of things to expect now. And if you do freak out, all the more reason to be by her side. She will protect you.”

Wanda looked at her brother in confusion. “I can protect my self.”

Pietro rolled his eyes playfully. “Not what I meant. You will see, sestra.”

Friday night came before you know it, and you, Wanda and Pietro were waiting in the line to buy your tickets to enter.

“Holy shit, this is a long line.” Pietro complained, causing you to chuckle.

“Not surprising. It’s the week before Halloween, weather’s nice, and this group doesn’t come to New York a whole lot. More surprised it isn’t longer actually.” You shrugged.

“Why don’t they come to New York? I thought this was one of America’s more popular states?” Wanda asked.

“It is, but ever since Loki invaded and our merry band of misfits formed, tourism and things like this have been down a whole lot.” You leaned down to get closer to Wanda’s ear. “I guess we’ve been the scary ones all along.” You joked, but Wanda was more focused on trying to calm down and forget the feeling of your breath against her ear.

“Everything alright there, Wanda?” Pietro asked after a moment, teasing smirk on his face. Before Wanda could even fire back, a voice from in front of you spoke up.

“No way! You guys are Avengers!” The group in front of you turned around, one of the guys recognized you instantly.

“Uh, yes...we are.” Wanda awkwardly stated. You knew Wanda hated fan interactions, and to be honest you weren’t a fan of these situations either. They were unpredictable. The Avengers were either beloved or despised, and you’ve been on both ends of the reaction spectrum. Wanda and Pietro, unfortunately, have seen a lot more animosity than you and the others.

Honestly, you couldn’t even fault the ones that didn’t love you guys. You weren’t ignorant and knew your battles have caused a lot of problems for a lot of people. You could sympathize, but that didn’t mean you wanted to be on the receiving end of that anger. Especially not when you were trying to just have a fun night out with your friends. “Look guys, we’re really just here to have a good time. We don’t wanna cause a scene.” You said.

“Nah, nah, it’s cool. I think you guys are awesome!” The guy said, and it was clear to you then that the dude was baked out of his mind. “Especially you, with the red wiggly woos!” He pointed to Wanda as he gave a terrible impression of her hand movements. You smiled, happy to see a fan interaction go well for Wanda.

The joy you felt didn’t last long though, as another guy in the group turned to you, blunt in his hand. “Hey, you’re the fire one right? Can you do me a solid?” He gestured to you, asking you to give him a light. You sighed, the twins chuckling at the situation.

“Yeah, but don’t ask again.” You ignited the tip of your finger, gently placing it on the end of the blunt. The group turned around in line and continued to go about their own conversation. You felt Wanda elbow your side, and you turned to see a smirk on her face. When you heard Pietro’s snicker, you groaned.

“Shut up.”

“Look at you, helping delinquents. Aren’t you supposed to be a superhero? Bringer of justice and all of that?” Wanda teased and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Yeah, but I’m the fun one. It’s just weed.” You said confidently, but the witch saw through it and you dropped the act. “And the last time that happened and I said no, the dude burst into tears.” You said under your breath.

“There it is.” She smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back despite you being the subject of mockery. You loved seeing her smile, you didn’t care about the reason why.

Before you knew it, Pietro announced that you guys were next in line to buy tickets. He bought his and stepped aside so you can go next. “Hi, two please.” Wanda turned to you with her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“Wha- Y/n, I can afford it.” She chuckled nervously, flattered by the action.

“I know, but when I have to drag you out of here cause you’re paralyzed in fear, at least you won’t regret dropping forty bucks on it.” You shrugged as you handed the cashier your credit card.

Wanda’s face reddened, something she quickly tried to hide from her brother who was enjoying this way too much. Her flustered state faded quickly when she processed what you said. “Hey!” You chuckled before thanking the cashier as she returned your card.

“Please go to the table to sign your waivers, entrance is down that hill. Enjoy your night.” The monotone voice told you that the poor woman’s been working all night. You didn’t have time to dwell on that though as you felt a panicked tapping on your arm.

“What’s wrong? We haven’t even entered yet.” You teased.

“W-what did she mean by waivers?” You chuckled at the panicked tone in the witch’s voice.

“Just means if you have a heart attack or something, you can’t sue.” You shrugged nonchalantly, but Wanda took it very seriously and turned to you with even wider eyes.

“That can happen!?”

“Well, it happened at least once if the thought of doing a waiver.” You answered, once again, nonchalantly. You looked at Wanda and could swear you saw her blood run cold. You laughed, which resulted in you receiving a glare. “Relax, Wan, you’ll be fine. You’re an Avenger, you’ve faced off against killer robots, stared death in the face time and time again!” You exclaimed dramatically as you waved your arms. You noticed Wanda start to smile and relax her shoulders. 

“Thanks, Y/n.” She gave you a sweet smile, and you couldn’t help but melt.

“Yeah, anytime.” Your eyes locked with Wanda, you were about to look away but couldn’t. ‘Wow, were her eyes always this green? They’re beautiful.’ You thought.

A blush appeared on the witch’s face as she tore her gaze from you. You were about to ask what happened, but were interrupted. “Let’s go slow pokes!” Pietro’s voice shouted, effectively breaking the moment.

“Yeah, yeah Sonic, we’re coming!” You rolled your eyes as you shouted back. Wanda giggled at the banter between you and her brother, she loved that you two were close. With that, you and her headed down the hill towards the entrance.

After about a half hour, it seemed Wanda was holding up well. The three of you walked out of the corn maze, and she had a triumphant smile on her face. “I thought you said this place was scary.” She teased causing you to roll your eyes playfully.

“Congratulations you survived the corn maze, you get to join the hall of fame with the other twelve year-olds.” As if to emphasize your point, three twelve year-olds ran out of the maze in giggles, clearly unaffected. Wanda pouted. “Aw, don’t worry. I thought you were very brave.” You teased yet again, which resulted in an elbow to the side.

“You’re a jerk.” Wanda held back a smile as she strutted forward. You laughed as you jogged forward to catch up.

“Alright, are you guys ready for the big one?” Pietro asked and your eyes widened.

“Oh, Piet, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You said as you nudged your head towards Wanda, hinting that you didn’t think she could handle that. Unfortunately, she caught on.

“Aw come on, Y/n. I’m not a baby.” 

“I know, but you can’t go from the corn maze to...that.” You gestured towards the haunted maze entrance, a giant purple demon with smoke blowing out of it’s ears looming over. You guys turned at the sound of screams, and saw a group run out of the maze in fear, which then dissolved into laughter.

“They seem to be having fun.” Wanda gestured towards the group.

“Yeah, after the screams of terror.” You shot back. “You can’t go from walking around the block to running a marathon.”

“Oh yeah? Watch me.” Wanda strutted forward towards the entrance, determined to prove you wrong.

You groaned as you looked over to Pietro, who watched the whole ordeal with a cheeky smile. “Your sister’s insane.”

“Yeah, but you love it.” Pietro said under his breath, but you still heard it.

“What?”

“Nothing!” With that, the man sped forward, catching up to his sister at the entrance. You stared after him for a moment in shock before joining them.

The three of you walked the path, and everything seemed to be going well...for all of five seconds. The first jump scare happened behind Wanda. The loud screech startled her, and she jumped with a scream. She stumbled into your arms, and you wrapped them around her in order to keep her from falling. You chuckled, and Wanda looked up at you with the intention to glare. However, when your eyes locked again, Wanda couldn’t help but stare.

You, of course, had to ruin the moment. “Not too late to turn back, y’know. This is just the beginning.” Wanda groaned and pulled away from you, continuing forward. You laughed. “You can hold my hand if you want!” You don’t know what compelled you to say that, but you knew you weren’t entirely joking.

And you didn’t regret it when Wanda reached out and held your hand without another word. You smiled, squeezing her hand.

What you didn’t see was Pietro giving Wanda a thumbs up as you both walked past.

At some point, you guys lost Pietro in the dark maze. Wanda wasn’t even worried as she still held your hand tightly, and you knew the man would be fine and he’ll meet up with you at the exit. 

Wanda had been holding up better than you thought. You wouldn’t say she was good per say, seeing as she screamed and practically jumped into your arms at the slightest sound, but she hadn’t collapsed on the ground in tears yet, so you’d count that as a win.

“Gotta say, Maximoff. I’m impressed.” You said as you two walked down the maze hand in hand.

“I’m just being that super brave Avenger like you said.” Wanda giggled, and you couldn’t help but melt at the noise.

“Well you’re doing an awesome job. Even if the last three guys almost made you pee your pants.” You laughed loudly as you took in the shocked reaction the woman gave you.

“Y/n!” She scolded, but before you could even respond, the worst jump scare yet occurred. 

A large animatronic growled and lowered from the ceiling right behind Wanda. The witch turned to look briefly as she screamed loudly and jumped to you again. This time, however she literally jumped into your arms. You quickly braced your hands under her thighs, catching her, as she wrapped her legs around your waist. The force from the jump caused you to stumble back into a darker corner of the maze. Your back hit a hay wall, and you and Wanda laughed at the moment. Your laughter continued for a moment, and Wanda lifted her head from your shoulder to look into your eyes. Both of you got quiet as you continued to stare, sensing the moment shift.

“You okay?” You whispered, almost as if talking to loudly would shatter the moment. Wanda nodded, eyes still locked onto yours. After a moment of silence, she spoke up.

“Y’know...I think a distraction would help.” Your eyebrows shot up at the insinuation. You doubted you heard her correctly, but when you saw her eyes shift down to your lips, you knew what she wanted. And you wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t want it too.

“I...Yeah, I think I could help with that.” You barely got your sentence out when Wanda smashed her lips to yours roughly. You tightened your hold on her thighs as she wrapped her arms around your neck. You stood there, making out roughly against the wall of the maze. As wild and sudden as this was, you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.

Pietro noticed you two were gone for a really long time. He was beginning to get concerned, and pulled out his phone ready to call one of you. Turns out he didn’t need to. 

You two came out of the maze, only you weren’t alone. You and Wanda each had a security guard holding your arm. After you two were out of the maze completely, they let you go and walked off. It was then that Pietro noticed both of your disheveled states. And he could swear he saw two or three hickeys forming on your neck.

“No you didn’t-” He started, but you cut him off.

“Not a word.” Your hand found it’s way to Wanda’s as you guys walked towards the exit of the park, figuring it’d be bad Avengers press if you guys stayed any longer at this point. You had an awesome night anyway, and didn’t care if it ended a little early. Besides, you had a feeling you’d get to have some more...fun when you got back to the compound.

You didn’t notice Pietro high five Wanda’s free hand.

[maddiwrites]

Breathe With Me

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Summary: After finding out who hurt you on that horrific night, JJ helps you through another panic attack and makes plans to protect his girl.

Note: This was requested a long time ago after a chapter of my rewrite was posted! Instead of doing JJ x OC, like requested, I changed it to JJ x Reader so that people who don’t read my rewrite can enjoy it too. Hopefully this is okay with ya’ll. 

Word Count: 3.5k

WARNINGS: Sexual Assault!!! This chapter has descriptions of sexual assault. Please do not read if this is TRIGGERING!!!! 

National Sexual Assault Hotline: 1-800-656-4673

Masterlist

It was another regular day on the island. Hot and crowded with tourists. With everyone working, you decided to tag along with JJ and Pope to delivery groceries for Heyward’s business. Usually this meant going to Figure Eight, your least favorite place to be. Normally it didn’t creep you out too much, but because of a rather recent incident, you didn’t like being there.

Right after your dad went missing, you spent a lot of time with Kie as she lived out her Kook Year. Avoiding the Pogues and John B and surrounding yourself with stuck up assholes and their expensive drugs and alcohol helped you forget about your own family crisis. You would do anything to take your mind off your dad’s disappearance even if it meant getting high on whatever was offered to you. You didn’t ask twice about what it was. You figured if the rich people we’re doing it, it couldn’t be that bad right?

One night you did a long line surrounded by Rafe and a couple of his buddies. Pretty much everything after that was a blur. Your memories are fuzzy, like a puzzle piece you can’t piece together. The last thing you remember is your black hitting something soft, like a mattress or a pillow. You thought you heard the zipper of your shorts being pulled down but figured it was Kie helping you change into a pair of pajamas. 

The next morning you woke up practically naked with a blanket covering your bottom half and your bra pulled down to your stomach. You began to panic and ran your hands down your side, flinching at the tenderness by your hips. The skin was yellow/green and getting ready to bruise. Your breathing became shallow and your throat tightened up. You fumbled around the room you didn’t recognize for your clothes and slid them on, not caring what was backwards or inside out. You stumbled out the door and tip toed down the long staircase of the large house you were in. Figure Eight, you thought. 

You didn’t go home first. You went to Kie’s house. Because your body ached. Because you wanted to cry but didn’t want John B or the other boys to hear you. Because you were afraid to be naked around anyone but another girl. The second she opened the door, you sobbed into her arms and told her what you think happened to you. Kie tried to get you to go to the police or even the hospital, but you couldn’t fathom the idea of anyone knowing about what happened. Not even a stranger. Because you were embarrassed. You blamed yourself for this happening to you. You were high as fuck, trying to forget about your family troubles. You were the one to make yourself weak and vulnerable. No one else. Someone just took advantage of the position you put yourself in.

Kie didn’t pressure you. She wanted to support you in whatever decision you made, despite wanting justice for you and sending whoever the sleaze bag was to jail. She sat on the toilet and talked to you as you showered slowly. You spent most of the time staring at the wall and feeling ever inch of your body. You felt so dirty and no amount of soap or scrubbing could make you feel any cleaner. 

You stayed at her house for a couple of days until John B eventually texted her because he was worried. You both decided it was time for you to go home, but you never told them what happened. You were afraid of what John B and even JJ would do if they found out. And the last thing you wanted was for either of them to get hurt or in trouble.

John B didn’t notice something was off as much as JJ did. He could tell you were being more quiet and reserved than usual. Your usual style of crop tops and jean shorts changed to sweats and baggy t shirts. You slept with your door locked and didn’t touch a single can of beer since you came home.

Moving on from that night was a slow and gruesome process, one you don’t know if you’ll ever fully recover form. Luckily for you, JJ was a great distracter. He was an amazing story teller, he could make you laugh with a small hand gesture, and his laugh could draw you in for hours. No one was surprised when the two of you eventually started dating. Not even John B, who was a little apprehensive about it at first. 

To JJ, everything came to light when another make out session became heated. Like that morning, it became hard to breathe and your mind wandered off to what could have happened to you that night. In a blink of an eye, you were back in Figure Eight with someone pulling your zipper down. You could physically feel the bruises on your hips again and your skin burning. 

A panic attack emerged and JJ was left confused and lost. Fortunately for you, he was quick to realize something was seriously wrong and helped you through it. He breathed with you and talked you down. When you were calm, you explained what happened. At first he was pissed. Pissed at whoever could have done this to you and even a little bit at you and Kie for keeping this from him. He was ready to charge out of the house, grab John B, and find the sick son of a bitch who would touch an unconscious girl. But your cries stopped him. He’s never heard pain in your voice like he did that night. It physically cracked his heart into a million little pieces and he dropped every instinct he had and stayed with you instead. 

Since then, he’s been the most supportive and protective boyfriend. At every boneyard party, he would keep an eye out for any Kook that decided to show their face on your turf. He took note of anyone looking at you in a weird way. He carried the gun he stole from Scooter in his backpack for protection. He was serious about using it too. No one touches his girl and gets away with it.

Luckily, nothing happened between JJ and any Kook. No one made a move to talk to you or tease you. Kooks kept their usual distance from you, which not only made you feel better for yourself but because you didn’t want something to happen to JJ. You know the rules of the game of this island. Nothing bad ever happens to Kooks. They don’t know consequences. 

When Pope docks his boat, he asks if you would come with him to drop groceries off at the Thorntons. If he did it alone, it would cause two trips and he doesn’t want to waste time. 

As you go to agree, JJ steps in and shakes his head as he looks between you two. “I don’t think thats a good idea.”

“Why not?” Pope asks, completely clueless.

You subtly shake your head, silently begging for JJ not to say anything. Pope and John B still didn’t know and you want to keep it that way. Sure you would feel safer with JJ by your side, but you won’t be alone. You will be with Pope. And who would try to start something in the middle of the day anyway?

“It’s fine, J,” You tell him. You even try to joke. “I’m sure you’ll survive one hour without me.”

When you kiss his cheek, JJ turns to look at you with his brows pinched together with worry. “Y/N...”

“Seriously, J...” You say. “It’s okay. I’ll be fine.” You whisper that last part as Pope turns to get the bags. 

“You have your phone?”

You nod and pull it out of your pocket to show him. “Yes. I’ll call you if anything happens.”

As JJ walks in the opposite direction of you and Pope, you feel the tension in your shoulders get tighter. The sight of these homes gives you flashbacks. The worst part about all of this is you don’t even know who hurt you. It could’ve been anyone - a touron even. It would be easier to know who did it so you know who to avoid. 

Pope notices your change in behavior but doesn’t mention it. Instead he keeps a silent eye on you and studies your every movement. 

As you pass the golf course, you hear a couple cat calls and cheering from a group of teenagers. When you look up, you see Rafe, Topper, and one of their friends making their way over to you. You take a step behind Pope, hiding behind his body and keeping your eyes trained down on your shoes. 

“What do we have here?” Rafe whistles as he comes closer. He looks down at the bags in your arms and the beer in Pope’s hand. “Bring us something?”

“These are already paid for,” Pope glares at them.

“Oh, right, right,” Rafe nods as if he understands. Then he takes is golf club and swings it at the brown paper bag in Pope’s arms, causing everything to spill out of it. 

“Dude!” 

“Sorry, man!” Rafe holds his hands up in fake surrender. He leans down to pick up a beer bottle and tosses it to his tall friend. “Trevor, you feeling thirsty?”

The guy, better known as Trevor, cracks the beer open and takes a long sip. When he looks down, he spots you and eyes your figure up and down. Then he smirks to himself and a shiver runs down your spine. You don’t like the way he’s looking at you. Like a piece of meat or someone he knows too much of. 

Rafe catches his eye and smirks to himself. “Ah, yeah. I forgot. You and Routledge have some history.”

Pope looks over his shoulder at you and sees your chest rising and dropping at a quicker pace. You’re gripping the bags in your hands so tight that he can see your knuckles turning white. You look away from the group of Kooks at the golf course with a frown on your face. Something was wrong, Pope thought. 

“Yeah, you could say that,” Trevor chuckles. He looks at you again and tilts his head. “What? You don’t remember me?”

“Pope...” You feel like you’re choking. How could he know you when you have no idea who he is? You don’t like where this is going.

Trevor continues, “Can’t say I blame you. You were out of your mind wasted that night -”

“What the hell is he talking about?” Pope says, looking between you and Trevor. He wasn’t one to get confrontational or angry, but he didn’t like what he was hearing. He didn’t like how you were acting. Something wasn't adding up. He knew you’ve hooked up with Kooks before, but this one was different. 

“Almost as dead as her daddy,” Rafe chuckles. Something in Pope snaps and he pushes Rafe back by his shoulders. In retaliation, Rafe raises his golf club and smacks it against the middle of Pope’s back, causing him to fall down with a thump. 

“Pope!” You cry and drop the bags you were holding and kneel next to him. 

“Hey,” Trevor touches your shoulder to try and pull you away from the two fighting boys, but you flinch away from him. 

“Don’t touch me! Get away from me!” You cry.

Trevor immediately holds up his hands in surrender and takes a step back. Your outburst causes everyone to freeze in their movements, even Rafe and Pope. The wheels in Topper’s head start to move a little quicker too. He looks between you and Trevor and feels off about your connection. You looked terrified. And Y/N Routledge was almost never terrified. 

Even though you are outside, you feel claustrophobic. Your heart is beating so heavily against your ribcage that you wouldn’t be surprised if it were to break your ribs. Pope notices you’re two shades paler and having a hard time breathing. Tears are silently falling down your face and you continue to crawl away form the group of Kooks backwards. 

“Y/N...” Pope says quietly.

“We should go,” Topper says. He never hated you like some of the other Kooks did. Sure you never got along, but a small part of him thought you were cool. He knew something was extremely wrong and he couldn’t help but think it had to do with their friend, Trevor. He looks at Rafe who continues to stare at you with surprise. “Dude.”

“Yeah...” Rafe says slowly. “Trev, let’s go.”

The three Kooks scatter back to the golf course. You squeeze your eyes tightly and grip the fabric of your shirt, pulling it away from your body because right now it just feels suffocating. 

“Hey.” Pope crouches down near you and lightly touches your shoulder. His touch feels like an electric shock, making you flinch even further away. When you open your eyes, you’re back in some random Kook’s house on a mattress you’re unfamiliar with. “They’re gone. Hey, they’re gone.” Pope tries to be gentle with you, but he also wants to get you out of here and in a more comfortable setting. 

“JJ,” You manage to say. Your throat feels on fire. “I need J-”

Pope immediately starts fumbling for his cell phone and dials his best friend’s number. He bounces on the balls of his feet as he impatiently listens to the ringing. “Come on. Come on.”

JJ answers. “Hey! Sorry I’m on my way back now. You’ll never believe how much this lady tipped me. I swear I’m coming on every -”

“JJ, shut up and listen to me. Y/N...” He glances back at you and sees you’re hunched over with your forehead resting on your knees and your fingers through your hair. “She’s having a panic attack or something. I - I don’t -”

“Where are you?” JJ’s once elated tone has dropped to a more serious one. 

Pope tries explaining what part of the golf course they are near. 

“Okay. I’ll be there in five minutes. Pope, get her under some shade or something. And if you can, try to get her to look at you. She needs to open her eyes to see where she is.” Pope nods, forgetting that JJ can’t see him. “Pope!”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. Okay, doing that now.”

JJ hangs up the phone so he can run faster. 

Meanwhile, Pope crouches down in front of you again and says, “Y/N/N, hey. Can you open your eyes?” Pope lightly taps your ankles. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s just me.” You slowly blink your eyes open and sniffle back the tears. Pope smiles when he sees he’s made some sort of progress. “Hey. JJ’s on his way. Why don’t we move you under some shade? It’s getting pretty hot out here. Can I help you up?”

You nod and let Pope help you up and bring you a couple feet away under a large tree. Your back rests against the bark and you try taking deep breaths to calm the swirling nausea in your stomach. 

It was Trevor. It had to be Trevor. From the way he looked at you, to the innuendo Rafe made. You knew in your heart that it was Trevor who had hurt you that night. 

A part of you always wanted to know who did this, but another part of you wished you never figured it out. Because now his face will haunt you forever.

About a minute later, you hear another set of footsteps quickly coming your way. You panic, your immediate thought going to Trevor. Would he come back? 

But then you hear your boyfriend’s beautiful voice. “Hey.” His tone is soft and gentle. “Hey, baby. Look at me. It’s JJ.” You open your eyes and meet the lovely blue one’s you fell in love with. He grins at you and takes your hands in his. 

“I’m so - sorry,” You sob, suddenly hating yourself for bringing this back up to your boyfriend and ruining Pope’s work routine. “I - I -”

“Hey,” JJ says and pulls your hands to his chest, palms down. “Remember what we did last time? Match my breathing, okay? Ready? Take a deep breath.”

Pope watches with awe silently from the sidelines. He’s never seen this side of either one of you. You so panic stricken and scared, JJ so intent with concern and intuitive. 

You follow JJ’s breathing until you feel calm enough to breathe on your own. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” JJ shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry. Do you want to tell me what happened?”

You look down at your hands that are folded in your lap. You want to tell him. Of course you want to tell him. But you’re afraid of what happens next. You’re afraid of how JJ will respond.

“Rafe, Topper, and their friend Trevor jumped us,” Pope answers for you. Like JJ, he’s also curious about what happened. Of course he was there for the physical breakdown, but he wants to know more about what you’re going through emotionally. 

“Did they hurt you?” JJ looks back at you and inspects every inch of your open skin for signs of scratches or bruises. 

You shake your head. “No.”

“Then...”

“I know who it was,” You say, your voice as soft as a whisper. 

“What? You mean. -” JJ’s head snaps back and forth between you and Pope. “Who?”

You dip your chin into your chest to hide your tears as they start to flow again. You take a deep breath and look back up at your boyfriend. “Trevor.”

“Who the fuck is Trevor?” JJ looks at Pope. 

Pope shrugs, “I don’t know. He was golfing with the other two Kooks.”

“Where’d they go?” JJ stands up, causing both you and Pope to follow him.

“No, JJ -” You try to pull him back to you but he slips his wrist out of your grip. 

“JJ!” Pope calls out to JJ who walks in the direction the other three disappeared to. 

“JJ, stop!” Your voice cracks which makes JJ turn around to look at you. “Please. I just want to go home.”

JJ freezes and bites down on his bottom lip, feeling conflicted. His head is telling him to run after the Kooks and beat every single one of their faces in until he finds the one named Trevor. But his heart is telling him to walk back to you and take care of you. 

“Okay,” he decides and wraps his arm around your waist. “Let’s get you home.”

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After you fall asleep later that night, JJ tip toes out of your room and silently shuts your door behind him. You passed out early, exhausted from the panic attacks and crying. In the living room, Pope, Kie, and John B are waiting. You had no other choice but to tell John B what happened. Now that Pope knew, it felt wrong keeping it from your brother as well. Of course it caused an argument, but in the end, John B only wants the best for you and to protect you. Which is why they’re here now.

“Ready to go?” JJ looks directly at your brother.

John B holds up his car keys. “Let’s go.”

“Whoa, where do you think you’re going?” Kie grabs John B by the elbow and glares at both of them.

“Where do you think?” JJ says.

When Pope and Kie stepped out of the room to check on you, JJ and John B both secretly decided that when you fell asleep, the two of them would sneak out and find this Trevor person and give him what he deserves. 

“Don’t be stupid,” Pope says, looking between the two. “You know how this works. The two of you end up getting in trouble and he gets to walk away clean.”

“I don’t care. I’ll kill him -”

“You can’t,” Kie says.

“I’m not asking for your permission, Kie!”

“Where’s the gun?” Kie says. “If you’re going to do this, I’m not letting you bring the gun. Leave it here.”

JJ looks up at John B who reluctantly nods his head for JJ to give it up. The blonde sighs and reaches into the back of his waistband and pulls it out.

“This is a bad idea,” Pope says again even though he knows the other two don’t give a shit. In a way, he kind of respects it. He would go to if he didn’t have a scholarship to worry about.

“Keep an eye on her. We’ll be back in a couple hours,” John B says.

“You better hope you are. Because if you’re not, you’re only going to be making this worse for her,” Kie tells them.

Kie’s words have both John B and JJ rethinking their decision. But only for a split second. 

JJ nods. “Don’t worry. I’d never leave my girl behind.”

[emtornado]

Strike Back: Season 4 Finale

It was a genuinely good episode with proper interaction between characters, and I can’t wait to see where part two goes with this. (me at Risk in my previous post)

Ha.

Ha Ha.

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha.

Oh my gods the whole season just made sense.

Was the execution of the season not up to par? Yes, lowkey. Lots of things that were super deep were just barely brushed upon.

But holy shit. It all genuinely came together.

First of all Risk— it was executed well and added to the plot like nobody’s fucking business. Amazing Akumas which genuinely fucked shit up. I don’t understand why Shadowmoth didn’t think of more subtle Akumas like this before, absolute dumbshit.

Secondly, Felix. That’s it. Felix. In my last post, I was all “omg Felix is the only smart one I love him”. Lord knows I’m eating my words now. Because Felix IS the only smart one and he just fucked my girl LB up. So bad. I mean, somewhere I did expect him to do this but bruh ;-; Also, him going “I’m sorry” and then meeting and doing all that crap with Gabby? Annoying AF.

Then let’s come to the Cat and Dog interaction. Ngl, that was funny, I genuinely laughed when Ladybug made them shake ‘paws’ lmao.

Let’s talk about Ladybug. I loved her in this episode because she was doing insane big brain things. It made sense to trust Adrien. How the fuck was she supposed to know that it was actually Adrien? Poor girl genuinely trusts Adrien to do the right thing. Sadly, she didn’t know that the right thing, in this case, was right beside her and had been there since the very beginning. She didn’t deserve it. My poor child already has various Anxiety and Panic disorders, and now we’re adding PTSD to it. Genuine PTSD because fuck. That Anxiety attack she had in front of Adrien was so warranted, and I’m glad they showed that. Please, get this poor girl therapy she needs it so bad pain.

Now time for Chat Noir. In case you didn’t already know, I love him. He’s amazing and he and Ladybug are both my favourite characters. He deserves better. But in this episode showed that he isn’t just ‘poor little Chat Noir who gets sidetracked’. They actually showed that even though, yes, it happens, and it hurts him, he is a good man and a good person who would not abandon Ladybug. His extending that hand to her after she berated herself for not taking his help before was so full of feels, please. I don’t think I’ve ever been that proud of him. That was an absolutely beautiful character-defining moment in my opinion, cuz it showed his strength, will, conviction and immeasurable quality to love. I hope that they get his sentimonster ring (god I hate that theory and the fact that it's probably correct painnnnnnn) and help him become his own master.

Gabby. I hate the fuck out of that man. The best part is that he’s probably gonna become a sort of secondary villain because FELIX. I don’t think anyone was ever scared of Gabriel like they are now of Felix because Felix is sinister in a way Gabriel never was. The only other character who kinda reaches him is Lila but we all collectively hate her. With Felix, there is a kind of grudging respect because he did in three episodes what my lovable fools haven’t done in four seasons (not counting the episodes where their memory gets wiped, fuck those. They give fan service and then SNATCH it from us.) No, but seriously, I’m scared of what Felix is gonna do with the Miraculous. And of course, Gabriel with all them miraculouses. I hope he puts too many on and starts dying or something. I hate that bitch.

Nathalie collapsing on the train was so sad btw. Her trying to convince Adrien was so sweet pls, I want more Nathalie and Adrien interactions, istg she cares more about him than Gabby does, that absolute asshole. And Lila, that bitch, smirking at Nathalie as she falls. Bitch why? You’re a minor and that’s your guardian for the moment. Do you want her to die? Add to that the fact that Gabby will sidetrack his whole plan if anything happens to Nathalie. Bloody Bitch. I hate Lila y’all ugh. I wonder what’s gonna happen with her Drop theories, lord knows I will soon as well pain. How to fill the void between season to season.

Anyway, let’s go to Chat and LB bickering like an old married couple while fighting a sentimonster. Absolute fools. All valid arguments but the way it was done was lowkey funny haha. But when Chat said “I’ll never get akumatised” and LB got a flashback—

Bruh.

That hurt.

Honestly. Chat Blanc was the beginning of the true decline of Ladybug’s Mental Health.

Okay now let's talk about Alya. Now, none of us, least of all me (sorry for villainising you in a previous post, Alya), expected her to renounce her miraculous and own up to her mistake. I kinda wanted something more happening there, but you know what, I’ll let it slide because of the fact that I like the way it was eventually dealt with.

Finally, the ending. The people of Paris glancing up at Hawkmoth’s message and still looking up to Ladybug as she finally embraces Chat Noir and accepts his help as the original team and showing their complete faith and trust in her to put everything right? Such a powerful scene.

This whole season, we have seen Marinette spiral downwards into a pit. She has been through so much and she has done her best to control it all. But it didn’t work. Her trynna do a one-man show backfired and she fucked up, however unintentionally. She is a child and she messed up. She knew it. But she took her partner’s hand, finally. She let him support her, and she saw that the people of Paris, the people she has been giving her everything to protect, still love her.

And that kinda made it worth It for her.

Loved the ending, Loved the episode, and CANNOT wait for the next season~

[burnedbyshoto]

go the distance

(will you) go the distance

— You’re perfectly content in life except for the fact that you are not dating Deku. When his best friend won’t help you out, you turn to the dark side to get what you want.

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pairing: pro hero!midoriya izuku x bad villain!reader

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, manga spoilers, pro hero!au, villain!reader, ofa usage for sex lol, size difference, manhandling, public sex, slight degradation and praise, deku eats his cum outta ya pussy, big dick deku, corruption but make it opposite, deku is a pervert change my mind

word count: 12,715

a/n: well, yall already knew I wanted to make this fic a reality, so here it is for bnharems villain collab!! check out all the already amazing stories if you haven’t already. thank you to kara, sky, and jo for reading this for me because lmao im ass rn. I’m gonna go to bed because I partied a bit too hard last night.

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your quirk: distortion – can make afflicted persons vision shift 6 cm to the left or right at the cost of having their own vision shift the same way

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“Breaking news: We have yet another report to add to the slew of attacks this month, this comes just days after we broadcasted rumors of a villain running rampant over the city. This spate of attacks has put the entire metropolitan area at a standstill, road closures, and damaged property making it difficult for commuters to get to work in the morning. 

“Road maintenance endeavors to do its best to keep the city running, but it seems futile when these attacks continue to increase. The entire city was brought to a standstill by the mysterious villain who has still not been named, but reports show they are nothing like we have ever experienced before. 

“Where are the heroes now? Who will save us from the terror overwhelming our city? 

“Every day the crime toll continues to rise and we have no one here to protect us. The Hero Public Safety Commission assured us earlier in the week that the crime rate would go down, that the top Heroes are out there protecting our city, but if so, where are they? Is it really safe to go out anymore, who can we trust? Would you put your life in the hands of a Hero today? When they have proved our streets are no longer safe. We still have no information on what is going on, or who is involved, but we must remain observant. We will continue to report the latest news as we receive it, but for now, we must implore you to heed the warnings of the city-wide curfew that is soon to be implemented. If anyone has any information on these occurrences in the city, please send them to us or contact the police, you can remain anonymous. The safety of our citizens is what is most important, stay vigilant and don’t go out unless it is absolutely necessary. One thing we know for sure: we can no longer rely on Heroes to protect us. The streets of our once-great city are no longer safe, we are no longer safe.”

The female reporter closes her eyes, despite still being on the air, her eyebrows furrowed as she exasperatedly sighs.

“Was that good enough, Mirage?”

You look at her with a pout, your eyes then clenching shut as your lips move with unsaid words as you motion for the cameras to stop rolling. You tilt your head right and left, muttering a bit.

“Did that seem better to you this time? I don’t know, I don’t think it was scary enough...”

You open your eyes to see the exasperated reporter looking at you as if she personally sought to end you right where you were sitting.

“You are the worst villain I’ve ever encountered,” she deadpans, and you laugh in agreement.

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.

.

You weren’t really a villain.

If you must put a label on what you were, you would say that you were the best PR head any hero agency could ask for. You were, after all, the top student graduate from UA’s Business Course and had been ushered into a condensed agency the moment you were finished taking your graduation pictures. 

And well, if you are actually curious about the… villainy, you would like to uphold and continue to stress that you weren’t a villain! You were just a public nuisance – like those stupid YouTubers – with the ability to garner Pro Heroes’ attention! People had no reason to scoff at what you did on the daily.

You took both of these jobs very seriously!

It was like being straight out of a comic for you!

A simple – hopefully should the heroes you’re in charge of not be stupid – nine to five job by day, and a badass, crime-committing, sexy as shit villain by night! How could anyone ever hate you for your lifestyle! How could anyone ever hate you?!

But we are all noisy people, and everyone wondered just why you became a villain because you had a beautifully stable job with an impressive salary! Why would such an amazing woman such as yourself dabble in the evilness of humanity? 

Well, you did have an answer for the public.

“Why do you engage in evil, villainous schemes?” the reporter deadpans, absolutely and utterly not being paid enough to humor you in this forced interview.

The public loved drama, pizazz, a little showmanship even from what they deemed humanities worst! So, you told the world why you chose to be evil instead of good:

“Because I want to be!” you grin, flashing a pose as you make your away from the interviewer you had very much illegally forced to interview you. “And because a hero killed my cat!’

Of course, that was a lie! Why would you ever hand over the real reason as to why you decided to become a villain! You’d be laughed right out of Japan, possibly be murdered by a horde of fangirls!

For you see, there was one reason and one reason alone as to why you decided to take your place within the villainy hall of fame. Why you chose to do more in your day outside of your already demanding job.

And that one reason was: Pro Hero Deku, civilian name Midoriya Izuku.

Now, trying not to come off as some creepy, weirdo, stalker fangirl, you could fully admit that you were in love with the stupidly large hunk of a man that debuted as an official pro a year before you graduated from high school. 

You remember how the world was finally recovering from the year-long nightmare that had ensued. To be honest, you were stupidly surprised you had even managed to graduate, given that most of schooling had become somewhat of a joke.

FIVE YEARS AGO, MARCH, 2XXX:

It had been in the evening, the clear blue sky becoming ruby red and blood orange as you made your way out of campus. The air somehow smelled of sweet hay and gasoline, but you didn’t mind. There was hardly anyone out at this time, most students had made their way home already, and the only sounds were the moving cars of businessmen just trying to get back home.

There really wasn’t any reason to suspect anything to go wrong, this was a simple daily walk back home after school that wasn’t like any other. But then there had been a loud pop, an ever louder screech, and finally, you managed to whip your head in time to see a car tumbling through the air straight at you. 

There was hardly any time to think, even less to react, and the only thing you knew was that you were not going to survive.

You braced yourself, eyes clenching and body curling, your mind screaming because this was not going to be the way things ended. But before it could happen, before the car could come down upon you and squish you like a bug under a shoe, something picked you up and you were weightless.

Waiting for an impact that never came, the tears that were endlessly streaming down your face were suddenly stopped by rough, warm fingers smoothly wiping them away.

“Hey, it’s okay! You’re safe now!” a voice says softly to you, endearingly warm and comforting. “I’m here, don’t worry.”

“Am I… did I die?” you whisper, unsure if you even want the answer, your eyes remaining closed because you refused to open them up to some angel that could confirm your death. “God, what an embarrassing way to die!”

“Oh – um, no! You’re not dead! I promise!” the voice laughs brightly, just softly enough that you believe him and not be entirely horrified by the amused reaction. Your eyes crack open slowly, just barely peering back into the world, still half praying you weren’t dead. But all you saw was green. 

Green eyes, green hair, green clothes.

You blink, once, twice, realizing only then you were staring into the eyes of a boy about your age.

He had curly hair, freckles littering his face, and eyes that easily pierced through your very soul.

Without meaning to, your breath stopped, frozen in your lungs as you were captivated by a handsome man with a curving, beautiful smile. 

“See, I told you it was okay!” he teased you, head cocking to the side as he grinned largely.

The action itself seemed to strangle the strangest noise out of your mouth as you realized suddenly and immediately that your face was burning and all you could think was:

A cute hero rescued me, a cute hero rescued me, a cute hero rescued me, acuteherorescuedme!

“Sorry about that scare! I would’ve caught that car sooner, but I wasn’t paying attention to who was around!” the green boy apologized, bowing deeply in front of you in his apology. “There’s a commotion just up ahead, so I recommend you take the next road over.”

You nod numbly, unable to conjure even the slightest hint of your voice again as he stood up to his full length. He was average in height it seemed, taller than you, but still not towering. The hero looked behind his shoulder, those big green eyes focusing onto the distance, onto something you couldn’t even begin to imagine – or see, really. He blinked and turned back to you, smile gone but the gentle aura to him remained, but now his face, his mouth, was underlined with a sense of urgency and engagement to whatever sent a vehicle tumbling your way.

“Which train do you take home?” he asked, eyebrows relaxing from his stern position, as his smile picked up again. “I’ll take you closer to your station!”

“B train,” you manage to wheeze out – unable to be the reason why he was held up but also confused as to just what he could do to get you closer to the station that was at least a mile away from here.

“Perfect! I know where that is!” he laughs for just a moment, and before you could even ask if this was going to be some escorted thing – because you definitely did not need it – his arms were fastly secured around you, and suddenly you were weightless.

A cold wind rushed against your face, nipping at your nose, cheeks, and ears, sending your hair flying around – into your mouth! Oh, you were screaming! You were soaring through the skyline, being held by some hero you couldn’t name, and you were screeching at the top of your lungs.

Making the mistake of looking down, your arms were suddenly around his shoulders, your voice growing even sharper and louder as you squeezed against his body and refused to let go. His hands, despite the gloves, were warm on your back, and his soft chuckle warming you from nose to toes as he secured his grip on you.

“I got you,” he spoke, “I won’t let you go, I promise.”

Those words don’t exactly ease you, but there’s a comfort to the genuinity to his words. You nod nonetheless, your face buried deep into his neck. The cold wind continues to whip around you, the only thing sounding in your ears is the cruel whipping wind and quiet city below.

“I’m landing now,” he informed you, body shifting in the wind, and reflexively, you clung even tighter to him, expecting the similar stomach dropping motion of a roller coaster going straight down. “You’re – ack – c-choking me!”

The knowledge of that, hearing the strain and entirely unhidden sound of him choking against the current chokehold you had on him, you released him entirely with a shriek of your own. Was it a smart move? No, definitely not because you were how many hundreds – if not thousands – of feet in the air with a quirk that could not, and would not save you.

“It’s okay! I’m fine!” he quickly said, his arms shifting around your waist as you felt your body weight drop just the smallest bit. To which your focus landed to the concrete floor so far down, and you began screaming again. He panicked just a bit too. “Y-You’re okay too! We’re landing! We’re landing!”

Soon, but not soon enough, the concrete floor came underneath your feet, and you practically felt your knees buckle underneath you. The train station behind you was practically invisible, and you felt the floor come in contact with your knees, and you collapsed onto your hands and knees. You could feel the tears streaming down your face as you wheezed and panted, unable to move from your position. 

“Hey, look, we made it!” he laughed gently, probably being said in hopes that you would feel better. (It did make you feel slightly better, his laugh was light and pretty to listen to.) You could feel him approaching you, iron covered red shoes appearing before your vision. Looking up, you saw that the young hero was crouching, his face holding a wobbly smile that was earnest, worried, and full of unspoken hope. “I do need to get back, but before I do, are you good enough to be left alone?”

You blinked your soaked eyelashes at him, still largely unable to say anything at the cute hero in front of you who had a few scratches on his cheek, right below his freckles.

“Y-Yeah, um,” you say, your tongue cotten and lead in your dry mouth. “I-I’ll be fine, I think.”

The green eyed hero nods, offering you a hand and assisting you to your trembling legs, “That’s good to hear!” he chirped, his wobbly smile becoming a grand, bright grin. “You were really brave! I was impressed!”

Now, you were an idiot at times, but even you could spot a stupid lie. Still, hearing it said with such honesty, as if this hero who was no taller than five foot eight truly believed it, made something bubble in your chest, and soon you found yourself laughing.

“No need to lie to me, h-hero,” you manage to speak between stammering breaths, “thank you for saving me, though. I appreciate it.”

You grin crookedly at him, and to your utter delight, he reciprocates it.

“It’s the least I can do. I’d offer to take you home but… I’m not quite finished yet,” he says, and you can only nod, the conversation obviously reaching its last strides. You watch as he floats up, his eyes looking at you, but somehow focused how many miles away from where he had brought you from. “Stay safe?”

“I’ll try my best,” you agree to his question, hands clasping before your lap. “Finish the job quick, hero?”

He grins, “I’ll try my best.”

You feel a breathless sort of laugh escape you as you watch him beginning to shoot back up, but a sort of horror shoots through you as you rush forward, running right after him, hands cupping around your mouth as you scream:

“What’s your name?!”

The blur of green in the air freezes, and you stop running as you see green eyes and freckles focusing back onto you.

“Deku! My hero name is Deku!”

You stop at the curb of the street, eyes focused on the sky as the green eyed hero named Deku grins one last time before shooting off at a speed probably much faster than when he held onto you. The wind blows around you, and you can only feel the heat sitting on your cheeks and the way you’re smiling as you stare after his figure that's long, long gone.

“Deku...” you whisper to yourself, ignorant to the world of commuters beginning to appear at the station. “Thank you.”

And thus came the very apparent and obvious day in which you fell head over heels for Pro Hero Deku.

Now some people called you a stupid fangirl, obsessive stalker, and sometimes, yeah, you were obsessive and weird about your slight infatuation with a stranger. It was strange, you knew that! But you also knew that you had practically no chances of ever being able to woe the man behind the image of Deku because Midoriya Izuku practically existed as Deku 24/7.

After you graduated from high school, you were put into the same agency that was currently holding Deku. Without tooting your own rom-com obsessed horn too much, you fully expected to walk in and be handed Deku’s file as his PR manager and be able to thank him for not only saving you all that time ago, but also eventually sweep him off his feet. 

But your reputation preceded you well, probably too well, because the first day you entered the office and was handed your list of three clients to work with, neither one was for Deku. Being a PR manager for heroes was hard, a job that practically held no set hours because, unlike your typical celebrities, heroes had no type of privacy or protection. They were constantly under the spotlight, being viewed by adoring fans and scornful critics. Your job served as the first line of defense for heroes against the public, and there were some heroes that were quite hilariously easy to work for because they were genuinely good.

The older PR managers typically held the quieter, easy tempered, or less combat heavy heroes. These heroes typically never had a bad thing said about them, their job was a glorified PA job but even less because there was no expected demands from the heroes they had to take in. Unless, of course, a hero wanted to do some sort of public event they hadn’t considered. 

But there were the louder, quick to temper, or the heavy combat heroes that while made you an insane amount of money, also brought you a near 120 hour work week because there was so much to do, so much to consider, so much to keep your eyes on. There was the constant slander, the people who hated the louder, quick to temper heroes because they didn’t like their attitude, completely disregarding that they had been unsafe and a liability the entire time the hero was dealing with them. The talk shows that took months to convince to allow for an interview because they heard false rumors, and so you have to practically wrestle a boa constrictor to get a measly five minute interview done. And then the combat-heavy heroes… no one would ever shut up about building damages and how this hero broke his nose while he was stealing a store! 

Not to mention having to have every single piece of social media on your phone, set to notify you whenever your clients names were brought up so that you could look at it. You’ve seen more than enough lewd drawings of your clients to last you a lifetime, enough fanfiction, and fan edits that left you with blazing cheeks and the need to never look at your client ever again. But mostly you checked each and every update because you were their first and only line of legal defense on these sorts of things.

You’ve taken down leaked nudes, fake news, and qualmed rumors and speculations.

It was hard.

So when you were shown to your desk on your first day and three files were handed to you, you were shocked to see the hero names you would be working with.

Dynamight

Phantom Thief

Shouto

Somehow, without having yet to speak with a single one of your now current clients, you knew that you were going to have your work cut out for you.

“Good luck newbie!” the woman who gave you the initial tour chirped, clapping you on the back. “You got this!”

Good lord.

Without much to do other than reading through the three’s files, you realized that you already knew a bunch about two of three of your clients. DynaMight and Shouto were two heroes that you knew teamed up with and hung out with Deku a lot, both on-field and off-field if any of the out of costume pictures said anything. Because of their connection with Deku, you had at one point learned a bit about them.

You knew that Shouto was a crowd favorite. He was tall and sweet and a complete airhead at the best moments despite him being smart. Controversy still surrounded his character, despite all the good he did, because of the past history that was brought out about his father Endeavor and his brother Dabi. The country couldn’t figure out where they stood in terms of that reveal. Endeavor did a lot before the reveal, and continued to rise up to everything in his path despite the skeletons in his closet being thrown out for the world to see. They neither forgave him, nor hated him, they only watched and waited. Then Dabi, of course, was seen as a could-have-been version of Shouto, and many tried to ask if he was really a hero and not actually siding with the League. After all, why on Earth would he be defensive of his father too?

The public had an unmoving image of Shouto based on anything but who he was as an individual, and you decided immediately that it would be your job to fix that. He was also, after all, a dear friend of Deku, so you’d do anything.

Phantom Thief was your easiest of the three clients. A relatively well mannered man who was kind and a bit weird in a fun way. He had a great sense of self and was a reliable person on the field. He made a great hero, but you could see the way his spirit blazed with an unspoken rivalry between him and the other two of your clients. Well, it seemed like he was the best until his former self appointed rivals came into the picture, but that was hardly ever, and according to Shouto, he was way worse back in their first year. 

The greatest scandal he’s had so far in your three years of working at their agency was the one time he was lied to about a quirk and accidentally copied a woman's quirk that gave her the ability to change her cup size. Safe to say that Phantom Thief accidentally broke a few buttons on his shirt and was unable to stop civilians from snapping pictures. 

But of course, the one that had you practically crying yourself to sleep nightly for more than one reason was Dynamight.

You’d known about him the moment you looked up Deku on your phone.

They were practically a hero duo in everything but name. They were always seen doing the same things together, whether that be on patrol together or maybe getting dinner, most of their top recorded fights were done with each other by their sides. You had also learned that they were childhood friends, and you practically vibrated at the thought that even though Deku was not your client, the chances of meeting him were still astronomically high.

There was no way you wouldn’t not meet Deku!

But you were wrong, so very, very wrong.

Turns out the hero duo in everything but name meant that Dynamight refused to let Deku be anywhere near him in the agency – the very small amount of time they spent in here. The few times they were in the same room, Dynamight absolutely refused to be interrupted because that was their paperwork hour. You had only ever been blessed with seeing green curls turning the corner as Dynamight gripped your forearm, refusing to let you follow.

“Like hell I’ll let you distract the shitnerd,” he stated simply, his red eyes narrowed as he stared down his nose at you. You opened your mouth, ready to defend your not so innocent intentions. “I’m not stupid, so don’t pretend like you won’t try anything.”

Your jaw snapped shut.

Safe to say that you couldn’t do anything about Deku so long as Dynamight was around.

But Dynamight as a client was exhausting to put it kindly.

There were so many opinions and thoughts and issues and praises coming from everywhere. Hell, even the fucking Americans and westerners had caught wind of the Wonder Duo at one point and while you were well knowledgable on their opinions on Deku, the ones on Dynamight were the ones that you had to focus on now.

People still called him a villain, so many unhappy with the fact that he still screamed and cursed and threatened. There were many conspiracy theories that he was working with the long dead League of Villains. They turned their nose up at the fact that he was childhood friends with Deku, claiming that no way an asshole like him could have ever been friends with him. And of course the bullying revelation that had come out shortly after your debut. 

That had been a trip, one that had you even shocked as Dynamight approached the table in front of the media, his body calm and composed. You had watched as he simply said he owed nothing to the media, that he had already done all that he could to deserve his atonement and deserve Deku’s forgiveness. He had spoken clearly, concisely that it wasn’t any of their damn business as to what he did, and if he apologized to them, the unaffected, the ones that had nothing to do with his early years of bullying Deku, of his previous weakness and insecurity, it would be a waste of his breath. 

It isn’t to them he should ever be apologizing to anyways.

You had watched as he stood up, face calm, and hands shoved into his pockets as he stood and walked away despite the screaming reporters. You had wanted to stay longer, have your own hand in damage control, but a swoop of green came in and Deku was at the microphone eyebrows furrowed as he pointed a finger at them all and said that his past with Kacchan was between him and Kacchan only, and his decision to forgive Kacchan were his and only his.

You didn’t hear the rest, didn’t even get the option to hear the way the hero you loved defended the hero you worked for – his childhood friend.

No.

Dynamight had grabbed your elbow and dragged you out of the room with him, the metal doors clanging closed the moment fierce green eyes met yours.

You watched in the company car as Dynamight looked outside the window, one elbow on the doorframe holding his chin; his gaze focused sharply on nothing but the passing sidewalk. Had it not been for the way the hand on top of his lap trembled, you would have thought he was perfectly okay.

Neither one of you talked about that again.

But just because you didn’t talk about it again, didn’t mean the world was the same. People claimed he brainwashed Deku, others demanded that Deku beat the shit out of Dynamight. You knew that Dynamight would want nothing to do with this, but you would stay in the office (an almost useless, empty office as most PR managers did their business at home) for hours long after you were supposed to be gone, practically arguing with someone who only existed behind a screen and didn’t even care that much – but you couldn’t stop.

Seeing Dynamight’s shaking hand had really done a number on you.

“The hell are you still doing here, eyelashes,” Dynamite asked from the dark entrance of the floor. “Go home already, don’t waste your time.”

You had startled at the initial intrusion, but you immediately relaxed seeing the smudged paint around red eyes and blond hair. You barely kept your gaze on him before turning back to your computer and continuing your argument.

“I’m not wasting my time, I’m doing my job,” you remark, eyes squinting at your keyboard because your vision is definitely blurry. “I’ll be heading out soon anyways.”

“God you’re fucking annoying and stubborn!” Dynamight barked, the heel of his hand slamming into his forehead. “This is exactly why I won’t introduce you to the fucking nerd!” 

“What?!” you shriek, suddenly looking at your client as if he had personally attacked you – and in a way he did. “What do you mean you won’t introduce me to Deku because of that?! I’ve already met Red Riot, Chargebolt, Cellophane, and Pinky through you!”

“Yeah, because they’re not stubborn idiots too!” Dynamight accuses, jamming a gloved finger at you as he begins stomping your way. You startle, your chair shooting backward as the explosion hero makes his way towards you at alarming speed.

“What are you—?!” you shriek, hands flailing about as he grabs you by the collar of your distressed shirt.

Dynamight lifts you up to your feet as if you were a sack of flour and you grasp onto his forearm.

“I might tell you that you’re the most annoying and stubborn bitch in the world, but you’re not worse than fucking Deku,” Dynamight sneers, his red eyes narrowed and stern. “I’m not going to let you meet him until you learn how to give or you’ll hurt him, and I’m not going to be part of any reason as to why he gets hurt again.”

Your jaw dropped, clearly offended, but you closed it just as fast; the weight of his words made you a bit sad, even for just a bit.

“You’re kinda cute when you care for Deku, you sure I’m his biggest fan?” you tease, grinning at the hero to which he rolls his eyes.

“Shut the hell up and go home already; it’s annoying seeing you fight a losing battle that’s none of your damn business,” Dynamight simply said, putting you back onto your feet and blocking out your desk. 

“I’ll go home on the condition that for my birthday you at least consider introducing us!” you say, unwilling to move from your spot. “I’ve been working for you for three years! You’ve kept me away for three years!”

Dynamight’s stare didn’t even shift the slightest millimeter, his red eyes unamused as you groaned in grief and annoyance.

“I’m stubborn? Have you met yourself?!” you grumble snatching your jacket and purse from the hook on your cubicle and shoving them on. “My names God of Explosion Murder: Dynamight and I am Stubborn™ but will never admit it.”

You continued mocking your long time client and most definitely friend if you dared to say so, and dragged the heel of your foot all the way to the elevator to which you were joined by Dynamight. The trip down the elevator is silent, and you keep your gaze locked on the closed doors, unwilling to even look at the hero next to you.

Soon enough, the elevator reached the ground floor, and you got ready to walk out.

“I’ll consider it,” Dynamight said as the elevator doors opened. “Also, fucking stop calling me Dynamight, Bakugou’s fine.”

He walked off the elevator with his hands shoved into the pockets of his pants.

“Thank you, Bakugou!” you shriek, your lungs failing you at the thought of finally being introduced to Deku! You hadn’t moved from your spot from the elevator, your chest hammering with the thought of getting to meet Deku.

“Don’t get your hopes up, you’re still irritatingly stubborn,” Bakugou merely calls over his shoulder before lifting his hand in a halfhearted wave before stepping out of the glass door.

That brought you back to reality just a bit and you scowled, knowing you would have to go beyond and above to prove that. 

But you see, there were many reasons to cry about having Bakugou as your client. Besides the stinkhole of his previous bullying, people just were not understanding his typically prickly exterior. You had to go head to head with reputation tarnished, had to slap fangirls away who demanded that Bakugou degrade them where they stood. It was hard to not be stubborn as not only his PR manager but his friend, and in less than a month, still plenty of time before your birthday, you had already grown irritated of the meeting-Deku-card he waved over your head.

“Mei, if I have to go any longer than this, I will die and hope I am reborn as Deku’s new guardian angel,” you pouted, chin pressed against a cold metal tabletop. Your hands being used as glove models for one of your best friends Hatsume Mei. “It’s first of all impossible getting anywhere near him with his guard dog Bakugou literally stopping me whenever I’m within a ten foot radius! And then I’m not even sure what will happen when we do meet again! Would I even be able to talk to him?!”

“Why wouldn’t you? You talk to all my babies with me! There’s practically nothing you can’t do,” Mei laughs, smacking you against your back before returning her intense gaze back to the gloves. “Deku’s uh… I actually can’t remember him but I’m sure he’s a great conversationalist! I think he helped me with the Sports Festival my first year.”

 “That was Iida,” you laugh, wiggling your fingers as Mei demanded. “You’re so bad with names and faces, I’m impressed you know mine.”

“You saved my baby, of course I remember you,” Mei turned her grin towards you, “but come on, why can’t you get with him besides this Bakugou guy?”

“Well, he’s just like Bakugou! He’s practically married to his job! Their schedules basically match together perfectly! There’s literally only three hours a day while they’re on the job that they’re not together! And that’s when they patrol their own parts of town because there’s hardly any activity they don’t need to be attached by the neck.” You explain and rant, your cheeks puffing as you stand up and allow Mei to run further tests on the glove. 

“Sounds like you gotta become a villain to woo this hero guy, huh,” Mei spoke, eyes focused on the glove as you pointed a finger at the far wall and watched as a beam exploded from the fingertip and pierced through the steel wall like butter. “Too bad you’re a goody two-shoes or else I could make you some serious villain gear and make you a fearsome villain to then prove that Hatusme Mei’s babies and creations are untouchable and the best in the world! Muah-ha-ha-ha!”

You know her words are more joking than serious, but that doesn’t stop your eyes from widening. Your body shifts over to where she was standing and you screech pointing at her and just narrowly missing setting off the laser again. 

“THAT'S IT!”

“What’s it?” she asked, completely confused.

“You have to make me a villain!” you exclaim, rushing over to Mei, who is eagerly waiting for her babies returnal especially since it ran perfectly. “You have to make me near-invisible gear that can keep me going toe to toe with Deku until I can seduce him!”

“You want to turn evil?” Mei questions, finger pressing quizzically to her chin. “That doesn’t seem right.”

“I am definitely not villainous to pull that off, but like I pretend to be a villain so that he talks to me and we can like get to know each other!” you exclaim, you’re unable to keep from hopping up and down on your feet, your grin unfathomably bright. “It's practically a romcom in the making!”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Mei laughs, altering the band of fabric around your waist. “You do know heroes and villains hardly speak? It’s more like… ‘I’m more powerful,’ ‘No me!,’ ‘No, ME!’”

“Um, I’m pretty sure that’s not true, but whatever! I’ll figure out a way!” you continue on unaffected because this plan was genius! Especially if you had Mei in your corner?! Her recent development of not using such… steampunk designs made her creations elusive and dangerous to own. Hence why she was an extremely sought out manufacturer, by villains and heroes alike. “And if I can go toe to toe with Deku of all people, you’ll know that you and your babies are the undeniable best!”

“Hm, that is promising,” Mei agrees with a nod as she forces you around. “Is this Deku guy all that good?”

“He’s the one you made the iron soles for!” you chirp and watch as the recognition and challenge spark immediately in Mei’s yellow eyes.

“Oh,” Mei chuckles, turning away from you and looking at her pile of made babies. “This would be good.”

“So we have an agreement?” you grin excitedly. 

“Give me a month, and we’ll have your debut!”

Fuck Bakugou for thinking you weren’t good enough!

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You hadn’t expected the initial phases of villainy to be quite as hard as it was, if you were being honest. The late nights at Mei’s personal lab made sure to keep your plans a solid secret, but you had to prepare for the wild range of what Deku’s quirk entailed.

There was smoke, something you were already used to working in because of Bakugou and his quirk. You’ve navigated quite a bit in his smog, and as long as you knew where you were, you would be fine. 

There was also that danger sense, which allowed him to know when things were coming – something that shouldn’t be too big an issue considering you weren’t actually attempting to extract danger onto him. 

Blackwhip was a big issue. How far or how much could you do if he even grabbed a hold of you. With sleuthing and the help of Mei having files on everyone's quirks, you were able to find information that blackwhip was a creation made of energy. Meaning that Mei was now making some type of destructing material to lessen the energy of the quirk, allowing for you to escape should he attempt to capture you this way.

Float was stopped by having most of your fights occur within a confined area, which was needed for you anyways! You didn’t need to be caught by anyone else but him! You didn’t actually need to land in jail – you would prefer to not be handled by anyone but Deku, actually.

Then of course the stupid superstrength and superspeed, both of which you knew you could handle with your quirk. You’ve been head to head with people with quirks similar to that before, and you knew your quirk was tricky enough that you’d manage to slip right past his fingers just fine. After all, you knew full and well that the Deku who took down S class villains was worlds quicker than F class villains – aka you.

You would be fine.

But today was day one, first of how many days it would take to get Pro Hero Deku, aka Midoriya Izuku to fall in love with you. 

You were dressed in a black and purple bodysuit that was definitely not inspired by Shego from Kim Possible’s costume. Your hair was dyed purple by a special spray Mei created that would be washed out by the end of the day, but wouldn’t ever give away that it was fake. You wore a mask over your eyes, and grinned seeing that you couldn’t see a fleck of color on your irises. 

Perfect.

And with far too much confidence, nauseating excitement, and unjustified attitude, you marched down towards your first spot, ready and adopting the identity of who you were about to become.

Mirage.

It was time to act. Deku and Dynamight were on different patrol routes right now, and you sent your threat, readying for the moment for the man in green to come in with the desire to stop you. With the very real threat of stealing every puppy within the tristate area being broadcasted within the area unless and hero bests you, you waited for your savior to come and stop you.

“I am here to stop your villainous acts, you villain!” a voice shattered the silence just as it shattered your heart. You looked over your shoulder to see some hero you couldn’t name standing at the other stairwell entrance with his fists clenched and ready to fight. 

You groaned, shoulders crumbling with your well hidden disappointment.

“I wasn’t looking for you!” you exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at the flabbergasted hero who was just trying to figure out what was happening. “Where’s Deku?!”

“He’s – he’s not here yet,” he stammers, eyes wide. “It’s not his day anymore to patrol this area?”

“Aw fuck!” you complain, pouting at the realization that you had messed up. “Okay, I’ll be back later, please don’t come back. Bye!”

With a small wave, you easily stepped through the door to the stairwell next to you and left, your threat empty and the hero victorious despite not actually stopping you. And unfortunately, although you had wished and prayed even, this was not the last time a screw up like this would happen.

At the threat of destroying all the cats in the area, you had another hero show up, not Deku, and you groaned and left before they could even finish their call of stopping you.

You then threatened to poison the watering system, to which you found out that Deku was held up at another major villain threat in a different city. You groaned and stomped off after that. 

Then there was the time you swore you would increase the overall temperature of the city per one degree celsius should your demands not be made. Shouto answered that one and you immediately walked away the moment you saw the familiar head of red and white coming your way.

Time and time again you kept being caught by heroes you could not care about, being confronted by no names and nobodies. It was tiring, and Mei was beginning to sigh just the smallest bit whenever you showed up to try yet again.

But you weren’t a quitter!

You would win!

This was your last attempt at getting Deku to notice you.

After threatening to wrap all the citizens in the area with a giant froot by the foot, you were almost sad to say that the heroes ignored your cry for chaos and no one had come to check on you.

You sat outside the building you used as your trap for Deku, pouting into a hot dog that the neighborhood's grandma gave you because you looked like you needed something to eat. It’s a good thing you weren’t actually a villain or else they’d be fucked, you bitterly thought as you took another bite of your food. 

It had been a month of empty, no Deku appearances, and you were going to bite the bullet and pretend to be not stubborn just so stupid Bakugou of all people could introduce you.

You kicked your feet as you sat on the staircase, humming as you watched the empty streets bend with the wind. It was quiet, beautiful, peaceful.

“YOU!” a voice shrieked to your left, and you watched a pudgy, red nosed man racing over towards you, a flash drive clenched in his hands. “TAKE THIS! RUN! DON’T LET THE HEROES TAKE IT!”

You gawked at him, feeling the small plastic device being shoved into your hands as the man collapsed at your feet. You squeaked when you heard a voice yelling stop and you bounced to your feet, turned into the building and raced in.

Your breathing was erratic, heart in your throat as you raced up the stairwell, unable to begin to imagine what the hell the information on the flash drive held. You were practically hyperventilating as you reached the floor you had come to know extremely well, and you stood near the window with shaky hands and legs.

What did you take?!

“I’m going to need that back, I’m afraid,” a low smooth voice said from behind you, and you froze immediately. Old anxiety overcome by a new anxiety, one that made your stomach flip and blood burn. 

Turning around, you felt awestruck to see the one man you’ve been waiting for… for fucking years now, really, to appear before you, finally be there. In the flesh, completely, entirely. Your jaw dropped, your gaze looking down from your clenched hand that held the USB to the way that Deku looked at you with warm eyes that were underlined with steel that made you want to drop to your knees, confess everything, and beg to be his. God, he was so fucking tall. He had only been about five foot eight the last time you had actually talked, and now he was at least a foot taller. His teenager haircut was long gone, now replaced with his curls trimmed at the nape of his neck before filling out on top – not quite an undercut. He had more freckles now, surely. His skin just a bit tanner, a scar trailing from his cheek to his jaw. You knew there were more scars, just as you knew that there were dimples when he smiled.

You wanted to have him between your legs while you begged for mercy, holy shit.

Tucking the USB into your pocket, you tilted your head as you will yourself to relax.

“I went through all the trouble of getting it... I think if I’m going to hand it over quickly, I deserve to know what’s on it, no?” you tease, your confidence coming out of nowhere while a smile spreads ever so largely over your features. Deku’s eyes widened just a bit, shock overcoming his green eyes.

“I’m sorry, but that’s confidential,” Deku stresses, taking a step forward toward you. You click your tongue, taking a step backward while grinning.

“I don’t think that’s what I asked for,” you giggle as you watch Deku’s face go through an array of emotions before settling onto one – curiosity.

“What do you want?” he asked, apparently entirely ready to discuss any and all terms and conditions with you.

“Honestly?” you reply, tapping a gloved finger to your chin as you ‘think.’ Deku, however, nods. His stance relaxing, becoming one of preparedness but not the takedown he had previously entered with.

“A date with you.”

You watch as Deku’s eyes slam wide open, his jaw dropping immediately and he stammered. Oh, how your heart soared and how you felt giddy and wonderful as he seemed to slip and slide on his own tongue!

“A-A date?!” he ends up almost shrieking, his head shaking left and right. “T-That’s a total lie! You can’t possibly – well, no! Please tell me the truth!”

But you were giddy, practically drunk off the fact that you were making the most powerful hero in the world blush like a little schoolboy. You suddenly were on the offensive, stepping towards your hero who was much larger than you with power and drive behind each step. And it must have been the way you stared him down, the way you walked towards him at blank range with such brimming confidence that Deku takes a step back. But it’s something that makes you want to laugh as the heel of his foot gets caught on a raised tile, and you watch the mountain of a man tumble to the floor.

You’re on top of him immediately, hands pressed to his shoulders, knee settling near his crotch with most of your weight so he got the idea to not do anything funny. The USB sits between your fingers, and you lean over his flushed face that looks up at you with wide eyes.

“Actually, I changed my mind, I know what I want,” you say instead, nose ghosting over his. “Everytime I decide to do something… naughty… I want you to be the hero on the case to stop me. You and just you.”

You lean in closer, so close that you could see the specks of gold in his green, green eyes.

Deku hasn’t spoken, and you’re pretty sure his chest isn’t moving as you press your breasts against his.

“Understood, De-ku?”

Your teeth tug at his bottom lip and let go as he nods.

“Good, good,” you grin, sitting up on his chest and taking the USB in your fingers and slipping it into his utility belt. “Take good care of that for me, I’ll see you next time, hero…”

You had only managed to flash a quick wave before disappearing through your usual door, hoping and praying to god that whatever the hell possessed you would continue until you reached Mei’s. It wouldn’t hit you until much, much later than you had stunned Pro Hero Deku speechless within the first meeting.

Hell, you thought giddily as you answered Bakugou’s call about how he probably just got into a bit of a messy situation, maybe you do have the potential to woo him like this. 

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Thus truly began your descent as the villain Mirage.

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It was quickly accepted and discovered that the moment you stepped into that costume and colored hair that you were the prey for Deku and Deku only. Most of your interactions with Deku occurred within buildings, and you used Mei’s gear to gain the final laugh each and every time to allow for you to escape. There were times, however, where you could be seen racing through the sky. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop as Deku followed after you, leaping, tumbling, and even catching you at times. 

You flirted with him heavily, allowing yourself to be caught so that you could bat your pretty lashes and press your chest against his. It didn’t matter how professional he was, how good at his job he was, Deku was a pervert – so obviously a pervert it made slipping away almost too easy.

But because you had the world-renowned, world known Pro Hero Deku as the only hero on your case, soon the small block who had to play victims to your horrendous crimes became only a small percentage of people who were watching your crimes. These near daily crimes (or inconveniences/botherings as the people on the internet say to defend you and your actions) are becoming both a worldwide sensation, and so, it took nothing for you to continue having Deku at your feet and the world chipped in. So you agreed to do interviews, forcing uneager reporters to do segments on you so that the hype behind you and Deku’s relationship grew.

You didn’t want him to leave you, not until you got what you wanted, and unless you were an idiot, you were nearly positive you were almost there.

Why would you say that?

Well, a few reasons.

The first came about a week after you had first met Deku again.

You had joyously gathered the means to create a machine to shave down an eighth of an inch of everyone's shoes in the entire country of Japan without their knowledge. You had ever so evilly explained that the point of this was to ensure that for a full day, everyone would feel off and unbalanced but would not know why.

You had said this, grinning widely as you turned around to see Deku standing there attempting to fight off a very amused smile. 

“I don’t think that would be all too evil, Mirage,” he called out to you, arms folding across his chest as he watched you set up the machine to do exactly what you said you would do.

“Mm, that’s what you say now, but just wait until you’re one of the losers stumbling around,” you say back, grinning as you turn around for just a second, wagging the knife at Deku from the distance. 

“Well, regardless, you know I can’t let you do that,” Deku laughs just slightly, and you grin, standing up.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yes, so I’m going to have to ask you to stop right there.”

You giggle.

“Make me.”

You’re not sure what happens, but there’s dodging and weaving, spinning and sliding. You’re practically wheezing from how hard you’re laughing as Deku can not manage to land a finger on you with the help of Mei’s items and your quirk. It all comes to an end when instead of dodging, you throw yourself right at him, and Deku has not anticipated that. 

His eyes are wide open and you fiercely grin as he falls back onto the floor, unbalanced and only slightly frantic. You have the knife pointed at his neck, the dull blade sitting gently on his skin.

“So, Deku,” you taunt teasingly, your teeth burying into your bottom lip for just a moment at the sight of the dark flash in his green, beautiful eyes. “Tell me one thing, or I’ll continue on with my vile plans.”

“O-Okay?”

“Are you single?”

The second attempt came a few many weeks later. 

You had gathered about 75 tons of glitter bombs and were in the current process of making them one. You had plans of setting it off over Tokyo so that for practically the rest of eternity, the entire city would have glitter everywhere. The only thing is that you did have to glue the glitter bombs together because, well, no one made super giant ones.

“This is so annoying, there’s glitter everywhere, and I’m only ten glitter bombs in!” you complain to the ‘empty’ room but knowing full and well that Deku had appeared through the broken window at least five minutes ago.

“If it’s annoying to you, then shouldn’t you stop?” Deku replied and you grinned. 

He really couldn’t stay quiet, huh?

“Well, if it’s annoying to me, then that means every one of my victims will also find it annoying. Win-win situation.” you say, turning around towards him and winking. Facing back towards the glitter bombs you scowl, “stupid fucking glue gets everywhere, too!”

“Regardless, you know I can’t let you do that,” Deku said as leveled as he could although you swore you heard a laugh in his voice.

“Just try and stop me,” you reply back stone cold.

You stand up and watch as Deku stands up from the windowsill and sighs just a bit too heavily.

“Guess I have to,” he says and shoots out before you’re well prepared.

Typically, and probably in any other situation, this would have been the end. Pro Hero Deku had come at you with the speed and power as he took out any other Class F criminals, but unfortunately for him, and definitely fortunately for you that glue was EVERYWHERE.

Deku’s hand was stuck onto your arm, and your chest was glued to his stomach, and you swear you never quite got the strawberry Deku references until right now.

The perverted hero burned scarlet, his face practically simmering with heat as your body became undeniably stuck to his. You had to fight off the vindictive smirk, the practically snarling grin as you could feel something hot and heavy twitch at your hip.

“Fuck,” Deku wheezed.

“Fuck, yeah,” you grinned.

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“WHAT?!”

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Deku could not look you in the eyes for about 10 more interactions following that, but you counted that as a win. But undoubtedly, your starred and favorite memory of it all was something that occurred just last week of the current present events.

You had stood on top of a building, threatening the entire government of stealing (i.e., cutting off) the aglet of their shoes and sweaters and then removing all the laces so that it would result in their wasted time and entire humiliation!

“I don’t think most people even know what aglets are, to be honest,” Deku said from behind you. You turned around to see that he was standing there with an unsuppressed grin. “It’s not a good enough threat.”

You go unfazed by his judgement, choosing to instead bat your eyelashes and push your hair behind your ear.

“Not a good enough threat, and yet, you’re still here?” you tease, enjoying the way pink flushes to his cheeks.

“Where else would I be?” he says, and you have to ignore the way your stomach fills with butterflies. 

“You’re not cute when you flirt back,” you deadpan, biting your tongue harshly when he says ‘hey!’ “Enough chit chat, let me kick your ass now and then do what I need to do.”

Unlike probably what is 95% of the time, you made the first move today. 

You were on the offensive, jabbing and weaving, sweeping and punching. Deku’s green eyes were nearly black as he watched you, analyzing and taking in your movements, countering them all without so much of an issue.

“I still don’t get your quirk,” Deku grunted as his hand swiped at the empty air. “Why won’t you tell me?”

“So then you can turn me in to the government who are still salty about their aglets? I don’t think so!” you say with a laugh, rolling out of the way as Deku lunges forward. “Try again, baby, I have full faith that you’ll get it.”

Deku puffed out a chuckle and lunged again, his huge gloved hand swiping at you, with nearly accuracy despite your quirk being on. But… he wasn’t exactly perfect.

RIIIIIIIIIP!

Cold air hit your breast and your jaw dropped as your very exposed breast appeared before you and Deku. Pro Hero Deku had torn the breast of your costume, the costume that you purposefully did not wear a bra for because you had wanted this exact scenario to play out.

“DEKU!” you screech, pretending to be modest and covering your tit as Deku finally yanked himself out of staring at your breast and whipped around. 

“Oh my god, I am so sorry! I didn’t think that was going to happen! I didn’t even mean to look at your boob! It just sort of all happened too fast and it was very shocking! N-Not that you have an ugly boob or anything because actually I think you have a very great boob! But oh my god, I need to shut up please ignore me!” Deku spoke so fast in a matter of five seconds, and you couldn’t even tell him to come back as he sprinted away.

His ears burned red and you swore even as he was gone, you could still see the red of his ears illuminating the sky.

You laugh.

“What a perv.”

And so, we are back to the beginning.

Back to how you forced a local news channel to read your demands so that you could hopefully take your final bow as Mirage forever.

With the threat of having a machine that would make dogs bark at a frequency for hours on end until humans eardrums broke then bleed. You made your way to your typical building and hummed as you waited. 

The world outside was the same as always.

There were a few people out, a few cars driving through the street, and a few birds chirping here and there.

It was peaceful.

“Don’t you think the new reporter thing was a bit dramatic?” Deku chuckled from behind you.

You were used to him approaching like that, used to him trying to portray being elusive and cool. In your opinion, it just made him dorky.

“No such thing as being dramatic when I’m trying to go head to head with the greatest hero ever,” you respond back effortlessly. You spin on your heel and look back at Deku, who is leaning against a doorframe that he most definitely is slouching on so that the top of his head doesn’t hit the frame. “Hi, Deku.”

“Hi, y/l/n,” he says with a soft smile, one that's slightly victorious, one that makes your stomach knot in a pleasant way.

“Ah, you discovered my secret identity,” you observe, grinning as you begin approaching Deku. “Should I be scared?”

“Probably not, I don’t think I could do anything to you,” Deku sighs, pushing off the door frame and walking towards you too. “You’re pretty amazing, y/l/n.”

“Let’s prove that then,” you grin while zipping forward.

As if the both of you knew that this was the end of the line, the final confrontation, the battle this time was different. It was showy, flirty, full of spins and side steps, playing a game of cat and mouse while dodging and weaving. You laughed as blackwhip dissolved around your costume, and you frowned as he began using more of his power to get from point A to point B much quicker.

You’re not quite sure how it happened, what exactly you did wrong, or maybe Deku just finally figured out the pattern you used for your quirk because suddenly you were being tackled from behind. You shrieked as the two of you went down, his body flushed on top of you, his chest pressing to your shoulders. 

The both of you were heaving, panting, completely out of breath from the five minutes you took playing around. He holds your wrists in one hand, pinned above your head, and the other one is on your waist. You were trapped beneath him, unable to move the absolute unit of a man above you, arms and hips weak to his weight. You shoved your hips up, attempting to shift some of his weight off you, but you froze as he choked on a breath by your ear.

Your ass was pressed against something hard, thick, and hot.

Oh.

Ohhh fuck.

It was happening.

Holy fucking shit.

Your breathing hitches as you thrusted your ass up again, confirming you were grinding on what was definitely Deku’s hardening cock. And once again, Deku makes the prettiest, most embarrassed gravelly grunt at the back of his throat and you feel like every strand of resistance and strength snaps.

The hand on your waist pulls you even closer against his crotch, and there's lips pressing against your neck, and you absolutely lose it. 

He kisses your neck sloppily, teeth nipping at your exposed flesh, and you grind against him, moaning and thrusting back as your body feels like it's on fire. He wanted you! He wanted you and your plan to woo him worked!

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” you keen breathlessly. “Wanted you so badly, Deku.”

“Fuck,” Deku curses, his hips thrusting back against your clothed ass with power you couldn’t fucking wait to feel. “I wanted you too. Wanted you so badly, but didn’t think – holy shit.”

His hand that pins your wrists lets go of you, and moves to grab your jaw. You nearly fucking melt as his full lips slam against yours, and you moan as his lips move against yours. There’s something indescribable about how he’s kissing you, the want, the need, the months of suppressed tension bursting through every move and curve of his mouth. It doesn’t matter to you that you’re pressed up against the concrete floor, you feel like you’ve been placed into another world, an area where you can never come back.

Your arm reaches behind you and buries into his soft curls, you tug at them as your ass circles against his thrusting hips. His tongue slips into your mouth, and you whine at the hot, wet muscle in your mouth, and it sends your head spinning. You can’t take it anymore, you need him, want him flushed against your front.

“Can I fuck you?” Deku asks swollen lips pulling away from yours, his mouth frantic and trailing kisses up your cheeks and down your jaw. “Please, I wanna fuck you so bad. Wanna fuck you on the floor and against the wall. Can I make you mine?”

You nod your head frantically, unable to come up with the words to say in order to tell him yes.  

Deku laughs breathlessly and flips you over so that it’s your back against the floor now. 

And just like you want him to, Deku comes down to reclaim your mouth. Hot, open mouthed kisses, teeth tugging at your lips and hands grabbing your waist. His hands are huge against you filling up the space between your hip and your waist without an issue. Your legs wrap around his waist, feeling entirely small underneath him, but entirely ready to be fucked by him.

His lips move expertly against yours, teeth nibbling at your lips, mouth then sucking on your tongue. You can’t keep the continuous moans from leaking out, can’t keep yourself from staying quiet as your eyes flutter open and see green eyes so dark they look black, staring down at you with the intensity of a predator. 

You were his prey, and you would present to him at the drop of a hat.

His body is hot, heat rolling off of his hero costume in waves, making you feel like you were near burning against him. And the heat between his thighs sits at the bottom of your ass, thrusting up and grinding against you so that you don’t forget even for a moment that you are making him this way. 

“I always knew you’d have such a pretty moan,” Deku mumbles as his fingers find the zipper to your costume and begin to tug it down. His lips trail down your neck, biting and nipping at the newly exposed flesh. “Knew you’d look so pretty under me, waiting to be fucked into submission.”

The words spark something within you, your eyes fluttering as your hips grind just a tad bit faster and you whine. 

“Aw, is that what you wanted this entire time, y/l/n?” Deku asks, his grin pressed against your collarbone. “Wanted to be stretched out and fucked until you can’t anymore?”

“I want it,” you gasp, your fingers burying deep into his curls. “I want you, I want it, I want your dick in me already!”

“Not into foreplay?” Deku chuckles just a bit, tongue then tracing up your neck. 

“Oh I am,” you snap, fingers finding the zipper of his own costume. “You can find out later how much I’m into it, but right now, I have been wanting you for years, and you will not make me wait any longer!”

Deku only nods frantically, and it's a mess of limbs, sloppy kisses, and clothes as the both of you strip to nothing. 

Deku’s in between your legs, one hand pressed to the back of your knee, the other gripping what you believe is his dick because it makes everything in the world freeze as you see it. It’s huge, so thick that his hand wraps around it in a nice grip, and it long, curling up to his abs, curved and veiny. 

“Holy shit,” you squeak, your cunt already clenching at the thought of taking that in. 

“Are you ready?” Deku asks, the hand on your leg moving away for a moment as he cards his fingers back through his hair. “I don’t have a condom, though.”

“That’s fine, I don't care,” you dismiss his words, eyes too focused on the flush cock in his hand. “I don’t think I’ll live after you kill me with that anyways.”

Deku laughs just a bit, his dimples flashing as he leans in and kisses you deeply. You tremble underneath him, feeling so small pressed up against him, and you mewl when you feel the head of his cock pressing between your folds.

“Put it in,” you gasp, leg lifting and wrapping around his waist, “put it in! I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk, do you understand?!”

Deku nods, and with a sense of frantic need, his hand guides his cock into you.

It feels like you’re splitting in half. The girth of his cock stretching your walls out to the max, and he’s only going in. You scream loudly, both in pain and pleasure because it hurts so good.

“Take it, baby, take me all in,” Deku pants, his hips pushing out small, tiny thrusts to ram his cock further and further into your twitching cunt. “That’s i-it, holy fuck, that’s it! You’re taking me all the way in. F-Fuck… you’re so amazing! So fucking perfect!”

Tears are pouring out of your eyes, and your nails are tearing into his back, you sob slightly overwhelmed with his cock and the absolute pleasure of finally getting what you want and it being so much better than you thought. Your cunt throbs almost violently as Deku’s cock finally hits your cervix and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he thrusts in further, lips attempting to claim yours. 

“Fuck me, Deku,” you beg, hips beginning to slam and fuck up onto his cock. “Please! I need you!”

“Such a desperate little villain though,” Deku sighs, teasingly, giving you one strong thrust for good measure. It goes a long way though, the power behind his thrust and thighs promising you a bruised ass, thighs, and cunt makes your mouth water for more. “I need you to promise to never do anything like that again and be a good little manager for Kacchan.”

“W-Wha–”

“Be good and stop being Mirage, or else you won’t be fucked.”

There was no hesitation.

“Okay.”

And just like that, Deku’s soft smile curves into a knowing, fierce smirk, and you can do nothing as his hands press to the back of your knees and he begins thrusting his hips into you. And it takes you completely out of control. 

It’s a messy, frantic dance, your body holding onto his, your lips pressing against his, desperate and needy for his, and he is basically trying to imprint his body onto yours, the concrete, and the walls. Your bodies are so foreign to each other, and yet, when he fucks into you just a bit hard, just a bit faster, you come undone, back arching and toes curling as you sob his name.

It’s overwhelming to know that he can read you this well and for you to have never fucked him before. It’s empowering to see that he likes every forced and involuntary squeeze and clench of your cunt. He loved when your nails dug into his skin, raking their existence against the plane of broad muscles and scars. 

Deku curses your name as you clench around him, his hands moving to your jaw so that he can lift your face to kiss him just so. He kisses you with a heated passion, a need that strips your entire being bare, and his hips slam so loudly against you, the slicked wetness is squelching and slapping with every grunt and moan.

In and out his cock goes, and you praise him and his cock.

You praise him for making you feel so good, for stretching out your pussy with that fat cock of his. You beg for more, and more, and more. You want every snap of his hips to send new colors to your vision, and every echoing squelch of your meeting, sloppy sexes only adds to the blabbering, unmanaged sentences from your lips. 

“Harder, faster, more!” you beg, practically wailing against his shoulders, needing him more and more. The concrete hurts against your back, but you don’t care. You don’t care if he breaks your back, it’s a fall you’ll take. “Don’t hold back! Don’t you dare hold back!”

“Fuck, you’re crazy,” Deku gasps, his sweaty brow burying into your cheek. “I won’t though, I won't. Be ready, I’m not sure if you can take it.”

Before you can snap back that you can in fact take it, Deku’s weight falls heavier onto you and the angle shifts just slightly, and your words are ripped right out of your throat for a pitched, window shattering screech. Deku fucks into you with a new power, some untapped strength as greenspark falls from his skin as he ruins you for anyone ever again.

Your voice begins to scream out, the feeling of his vicious, thick cock snapping into you, shoving your shoulders further and further into the concrete was sending your head spinning. Your body is convulsing as he fucks you with new vulgar need and strength. But before you could scream your praises, Deku’s fingers shove into your mouth, and his other hand wraps around your neck, silencing your words and noises as he fucks up into you again and again and again.

“So loud, angel,” Deku smirks, fingers stroking and pinching your tongue as saliva pours endlessly from your mouth. His voice isn’t strained however, doesn’t have any indication that he’s out of breath or ready to tap out and that nearly makes you go insane. “I can’t wait to see everything that makes you look like this… you’re so pretty when you’re getting fucked.”

Your head is spinning, the heated tightness in your core clenching and throbbing as his conquesting cock never once stops or lessens. It just grows and grows and grows. His cock twitches in you, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he lets out a deep moan. 

“Such a good and wet cunt you are,” Deku gasps as you gag against his fingers that press roughly against the back of your tongue. Your vision feels hazy, but you feel like you’re on cloud nine as his hand on your throat opens and closes, demonstrating his power over you. “I’m so glad you went through all this hard work to get me to fuck you.”

You can’t speak, so you nod desperately, you were so happy you did this too. 

Your hips buck up into him with sheer stubborn drive to get him to toss his head back and moan, you wanted to see him unhinged too. Your eyelashes flutter, as his hands remove themselves from your face, and they move to your hips to help you out. But the building tightness and demanding need in your cunt was growing louder, hotter, completely undeniable. Your teeth sinking against his skin as you whimpered loudly, absolutely pathetically as you shifted faster, fucking against him harder.

“I-I’m so close,” you manage to moan out, and a sharp escape of air comes from his nose at that revelation.

Deku nods, his head moving so that his forehead rests against yours as he looks deep into your eyes. “I need you to look at the way your belly bulges while I fuck you before you cum, I want you to watch it bulge as you cum.”

You whimper, the strain in your neck almost insufferable as you peer down at your hastily exposed stomach, and you nearly faint at the pornographic, near-insane image of your stomach bulging with his hammering monster of a cock. And just like that, the tight heat in you snaps without a hitch, and you come tumbling down from the heights of your building orgasm. White heat and light spread through your body, your jaw slacking as you moan loudly, screaming his name as you convulse against him, body entirely limp. Deku, who was barely hanging by a strand, completely loses it when your core clenches like a vice against him. 

Hot, thick ropes of cum spurt from his cock, his heavy, shaking gasps the only thing you can hear as he fucks into you once, twice more for good measure he collapses onto his forearms above you. It’s hot, almost too hot as he lays on top of you, the sticky fluid of his cum radiating against your already blazing walls, and for a bit, there’s silence.

Deku is the first to move afterward, and you whine as he pulls his cock out of your sore, abused pussy. You make a noise of curiosity then fear as Deku spreads your legs even more open and moves so that his head is face to face with your cum filled pussy.

“What are you–?!” you screech as Deku takes a lick out of your dripping cunt.

“Fuck, this does taste good,” Deku smirks as he once again licks your overstimulated pussy and you sob. “Besides, who said we were done?”

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bonus! 

“Everyone, this is my girlfriend y/l/n y/n!” Izuku happily introduced you to his group of friends.

“What the hell?!” Bakugou screamed, thrusting a finger at you and all you did was laugh.

So much for not being stubborn, huh.

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