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Danny has became a patron saint of the homeless community in Gotham.
He didn’t mean to, he just really like certain people he has met during his time in the streets.
Little did he know that meant he has been accidentally blessing a lot of nice homeless people.
The people notice.
They whisper of a blue eyed black haired boy. He is as thin as a dead leaf but stronger than a bridge and seen across the entire city.
He doesn’t carry much on him yet always seemed to be able to pull out needed necessities.
He’s sweet in a way that few people are in the shadows they lived in and cared for the people who were kind back.
His tattered closes dance in an invisible wind and never complains of the cold.
Be kind to the boy, and the world will be kind to you.
He cares for his people and doesn’t care for those who mistreat them.
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matan4il · 2 months
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Update post:
The biggest thing everyone's talking about on the news in Israel right now is the finding of a MASSIVE Hamas compound underneath UNRWA's main headquarters in Gaza, and finding proof that UNRWA were supplying the compound with electricity and internet services, supply which allowed Hamas to develop their intelligence, used during the Hamas massacre among other things. When Israel published the finding of the compound, the head of UNRWA claimed they found nothing up until October, and weren't able to check anything since. Israel responded by pointing out that a compound so developed most likely took no less than ten years to dig and build, and that UNRWA was repeatedly told that Hamas is operating under its headquarters, but chose to ignore this. What I think is most telling is a tour taken by an Israeli journalist in the compound, where they showed him that the server farm in the Hamas compound is found directly under the server farm of UNRWA, and that cables from the latter were running down into the terror tunnel compound directly beneath it (source in Hebrew, here's a vid in English giving viewers a tour of the compound, I'll attach the vid itself below, too). Something like that doesn't happen by coincidence, and without the knowledge of those in the server farm above groud. Some of the cables were also cut in the UNRWA server farm, like someone realized the IDF was coming, and tried to hide the link between the two server farms. As one officer pointed out, if you're an innoncent, interenational humanitarian aid organization, you have no reason to cut the cables of your own server farm, or remove the name tags from the doors of the rooms inside your headquarters. You only do that if you have something to hide.
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Israel's army has been fighting Hamas in all of Gaza, except the southern city of Rafiach (Rafah in English). There are a lot of Gazans there, who have been evacuated from other zones. There's also 4 Hamas regiments there, which means Israel will have no choice but to fight there. So the only question is how to fight in that city, in order to minimize the harm to the civilian population. There are reports that Israel's Prime Minister has asked the IDF to present plans both on how to fight Hamas in Rafah, and how to evacuate the civilians.
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In that context, I got to hear a radio interview with an Israeli minister, who used to be the head of Shabak (Israel's equivalent of the FBI). When asked about the US warning for Israel not to fight in Rafah during the upcoming month of Ramadan, Avi Dichter said that it has never been a month during which Muslims have not fought in wars. In fact, in 1973 the Egyptians and Syrians (with soldiers from even more Arab countries fighting alongside them) chose to attack Israel on Oct 6, despite Ramadan that year starting on Oct 4, causing the war to be known in the Arab world as "The Ramadan War." More than that, in Israel Ramadan is always a time of peak alert, because so many terrorist attacks are carried out during it (here's an example from Mar 2023, when Hamas was encouraging individuals to carry out terrorist attacks during Ramadan, and here's another from 2022). Dichter suggested that if Muslims can carry out terrorist attacks during Ramadan (and it has happened outside Israel, too), the war in Gaza which was started by Hamas can continue during it.
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On an Israeli TV news panel, someone shared the estimate that over 100,000,000 dollars (one hundred million dollars!) is the sum of money that Hamas made just since the start of the war from selling to the civilian population the humanitarian aid that was allowed into Gaza, and which Hamas stole from the Gazans (more than once, by using violence).
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This is Chagit Rein.
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She lost her son Benaya in the Second Lebanon War, back in 2006. I got to hear an interview with her following the fact that during this war, she decided she would try to visit the shiva (the mourning week following a burial) of every fallen soldier. According to her, she has so far visited the families of 400 soldiers killed on Oct 7 or since. "If they see me, then it's living proof that there can be a life alongside the loss. That was our kids' last will and testament. They died so we could live. So we have to live." When asked what she's asked most often when she visits the families, she said it was what she did first after her son's shiva. "My other son was being drafted into the army, so the first thing I did was to accompany him in that." She was asked whether there were moments when she was overwhelmed herself. She replied that she's seen wounded soldiers making incredible effortrs to come to the shiva of others who were killed, to offer their families some comfort. In one case, an injured soldier recognized her, and told her that it was thanks to her son Benaya that he was an officer in the armored forced. He tried to hug her, but was at first unable to get up or reach her from the stretcher he was on. Chagit recounted that she tries to make sure her visits would be about the families she's conmforting, not about herself, but that's when she broke down and cried.
This is Doctor Elai Chogeg-Golan with her husband Ariel and their baby daughter, Yael. On the right, their house in kibbutz Kfar Azza.
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On Oct 7, due to Hamas' massive rocket attack, Elai was inside the bomb shelter in her home with her family from 6:30 in the morning, when Gazan civilians got in at around 1 in the afternoon. The Gazans tried to get the family to come out, but it wouldn't. Then, those invaders set the house on fire, probably thinking that would force the family out. Instead, Elai and the family tried to keep themselves safe using water. At some point, she recounts they even fought face to face with the Gazans, who tried to beat them with sticks from the outside. She said she managed to grab a stick, and beat them back. These Gazans then threw in two gas balloons into the burning house. Elai says that most of the burns she sustained were from the fire ball that that created. At some point, the Gazans moved on, and that's when the family got out, because the whole place was on fire, they were choking from the smoke, and even the roof collapsed. They hid nearby, but then baby Yael lost consciousness, and the parents decided to try and get out of the kibbutz. At the entrance, they met soldiers who helped get them to a hospital. Elai had severe burns on over 60% of her body. She was in a coma for 53 days, but incredibly, they all survived.
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Abandoned
For Angstpril, Day 6
cw: aftermath of torture, mentioned hand whump, death mention
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Hero was troubled.
It wasn't the fight. He'd gotten better of the five supervillain-wannabes without breaking a sweat, stripped them of the tech they were using, and watched as they were all led away in handcuffs.
He'd dusted himself off, briefed law enforcement on the scenario, then started collecting the gear the criminals had used so it could be turned in as evidence.
It wasn't until he was holding the first piece—a cuff that let its wearer manipulate electricity—that Hero's blood ran cold. It was inch-for-inch identical to something he'd seen Villain use.
He collected the rest of the gear in a hurry, giving each item a quick once-over, and each piece further confirmed his suspicion.
Villain had made the tech that outfitted the aspiring criminals of the day. Dammit. He should've realized this was bigger than an attempted robbery. Villain was always a step ahead.
And he'd been missing for months. Plenty of time to plan something big. How many other petty criminals had he outfitted in that time? Would the city see a spike in crime? Or…
A chill washed over Hero as he remembered the last time he'd seen Villain. Running away, tail between his legs after a crushing defeat at Hero's hands.
Was this revenge? Had the robbery been a distraction?
He handed the rest of the gear off quickly, trying not to let the worry show on his face as he took off. 
What if Villain had attacked his base? His team? His family? Even in route, he called back to the team's headquarters in a hurry.
"Hero?" Sidekick sounded half asleep.
"Sidekick! Are you… tell me you're okay."
"M'fine. Why? What's going on?"
"Check the perimeter. I think Villain's up to something."
"What? I mean, okay."
"I have to go. I'll be there soon."
"Hero?"
He hung up before she could finish her question. First he had to check on his parents. His brother. It felt unlikely, unreal even, that Villain would be able to find them, but he couldn't risk it.
It wasn't as if Villain wouldn't stoop that low. He'd taken hostages before, and had proven time and time again that he didn't make empty threats. If he'd hurt any of them…
But he hadn't. 
A thorough search of his parents' house, his brother's apartment, even the surrounding block, yielded nothing.
Nothing at home, nothing at his base.
So what was Villain planning? It was so unlike him to do anything without it being part of some grander scheme.
Maybe he'd just handed off the tech to a random gang and told them to go wild. Spread some fear. A promise of a chaos that would plague the city.
Or maybe it was all a mind game, a way to get back at Hero without ever having to touch him.
Dammit. If that was it, it was working. Even after assuring the safety of his family and friends, Hero couldn't sleep. He had to get to the bottom of this. Find Villain and imprison him for good. Prevent any further weapons dealing. Protect the city.
Hero got in contact with the police first thing the next morning. They'd managed to get an address from yesterday's delinquents, and it was as good a starting point as any.
Before taking off, Hero got one more look at the gear the group had been using. If nothing else, it would give him an idea of what he'd be up against in the weeks to come. Villain was an engineer. An innovator. His only power was his intellect, but that was enough to let him go toe-to-toe with the likes of Hero.
The police had locked everything up in a vault, but he had no trouble convincing them to grant him access. After all, this could finally lead to Villain's arrest. An end to a reign of terror.
There were five items locked away, one for each criminal. Two electrokinesis cuffs. One pair of vision-enhancing goggles. A pair of boots designed to increase speed. And a belt that equipped its user with near-invisibility. 
A collection of Villain's favorites. Hero could identify all of them on sight. None of them seemed new, but why would Villain bother making petty thieves custom stuff? He'd probably just tossed them his hand-me-downs.
Or more likely, he'd given one of them his hand-me-downs. The collection seemed more designed to outfit a single person, not equip a full team.
And wasn't this the exact setup Villain had used in their last encounter? An odd coincidence, but Hero tried to shake it off. Once Villain was safely behind bars, he'd ask about it directly. Right now it was time to investigate the address. Maybe by the time he returned, the police would have more information for him.
The address didn't lead to some secret base, or shady warehouse; just a one-story house on the edge of city limits.
It felt a little odd to knock on the door, knowing who this place was affiliated with, but Hero was willing to give it the benefit of the doubt. What if it was just one of the robber's mothers? A grandparent? He wasn't about to bash in the door and give some poor old lady a heart attack.
After a few tries with no answer, he forced the door open. A standard deadbolt was no match for superhuman strength, and if the homeowner did end up being an innocent bystander, a lock would cost him less than the whole door.
Inside… there was no one. All the lights in the house were off. The front room held nothing but a beat-up easy chair, and the rooms beyond didn't offer much more. No spare tech, no mysterious notes, not even an unlabeled phone number or address. Before Hero could call it quits, a shed in the backyard caught his eye.
Not much, but it was worth a look.
He tore away the padlock that held the shed closed, taking a chunk of wood with it. The door swung open, sunlight spilling in to illuminate the area. There was a tool chest against one wall, with a workbench directly across from it. A wooden chair sat beside it, speckled with something that looked suspiciously like dried blood.
Hero stepped inside cautiously, wanting a better look at the part of the shed where the sunlight didn't quite reach. A small scraping sound stopped him short, and he held his breath and listened.
Whatever the noise was, it was coming from the back corner. A box. No, a large dog crate.
Did the bastards from the robbery keep their dog locked up in here? Stale air and darkness, no protection from the elements… He muttered a curse under his breath, and the thing in the crate let out a quiet whimper that sounded almost human.
No way…
Hero reached the front of the crate, letting his eyes adjust as he peered through the metal bars, taking in a silhouette that was definitely not a dog.
He knelt, a little too quickly, and the figure inside flinched back, as far as the cramped space would allow. The scraping noise followed them, a sound Hero now recognized as chains.
"Dammit… don't panic. I'm going to let you out," Hero said in a low voice, crushing the locking mechanism with one hand and pulling away the front of the cage. What the hell had the bank robbers done? He knew they were reckless. Stupid and selfish enough to put people in harm's way in order to get what they wanted. He never would've guessed they'd be keeping a person in a dog cage? And who…
He clenched his jaw. No. He already knew the answer to that.
"I won't hurt you," he said. "Just come out, and I'll get you out of here, okay?"
He couldn't bring himself to think about it. Not right now.
The figure in the cage began to crawl forward on bruised, bony limbs. A short length of chain linked their ankles together, and a longer one hung from their neck, like some kind of leash. A muzzle glinted from somewhere beneath their dark, matted hair. Hero took a step back, giving them room.
He could leave now. Call the police. Call an ambulance. Leave and never confirm what he already knew to be true.
"Come into the light," he said instead. "Let me get a look at you."
The captive seemed to be in pain as they crawled to the other end of the shed, stopping just short of the door and staying there, head bowed.
Daylight reflected off of their chains and lit up the bruises scattered across their naked torso. A few sloppily-stitched gashes cut across their legs, and welts ran across their shoulders, but the worst of it was their hands.
Bloodied bandages wrapped around mangled fingers, most of which looked like they'd been broken or dislocated.
Hero knelt next to them. He could still go. He could still get away with pretending this was someone else, some innocent victim—
"Look at me," he said, trying to soften his voice.
He wasn't surprised when it was Villain's eyes that met his own, half-shrouded by dark strands of hair.
Villain, who'd once held a daycare hostage to get the City Council's attention. Villain, who'd murdered the mayor's wife to get her to take his threats seriously. Villain, who now looked up at him with tired, fearful eyes.
Whose body was a testament to the cruelty he'd lived through.
Who was chained and muzzled and broken.
Dammit, why couldn't it ever be easy?
"I'm going to take the muzzle off okay?"
Villain nodded, eyes downcast as Hero tore through the leather straps like they were pieces of paper.
Villain reached up, rubbing his jaw awkwardly with the back of his hand.
"Please…" came his voice, rusted with disuse. "Please, Hero, just arrest me. Please. I'm done. I c-can't—"
"You're okay. I won't… I won't hurt you," Hero said, the words coming out stilted and wooden. How was he supposed to comfort someone like Villain? He'd made his fair share of assurances. Accident survivors, rescued hostages, Villain's own victims. But they were always innocent, undeserving of whatever misfortune had befallen them. Villain on the other hand…
He took in his nemesis. Gaunt frame, hunched shoulders, unable to stand, barely able to crawl—
Did he deserve this much?
"Let me see your hands," Hero said quickly. He was no healer, but damage assessment was better than contemplating whether or not the man before him deserved his pity.
Villain shifted, holding both hands out, wrists bared. Like he was expecting to be cuffed, Hero realized.
"I'm not arresting you. I just want to see them," he clarified, reaching out to unwind the bandages, one-by-one. Both hands were spotted with deep puncture wounds, some of which looked infected. The marks were strange, and Hero was unable to guess at the cause until he removed the last bandage, revealing a small screw still embedded in Villain's palm.
"Dammit—!" he almost dropped Villain's hand.
The hand of an engineer. Someone who tinkers and builds, someone who uses their hands to create— The notion sickened him more than anything else he'd seen today.
"Why?" was all he could say. 
Villain didn't answer.
He couldn't sit here and dwell on this. Villain needed a healer, or at least a hospital. And then— and then, he'd need to be arrested. He'd pay for his crimes, but not like this.
But what if it happened again? Villain had plenty of enemies. Rivals and ex-henchmen who were in prison now, ready to take revenge. Guards and cops who'd been personally wronged who would look the other way. He'd have to take preventative measures against that.
"Alright," he sighed. "Let's go then." Hero knelt, taking Villain into his arms and cradling him to his chest as he took off. The beaten man curled in on himself as they flew.
"Please…" he said, barely above a whisper.
"No one will hurt you," Hero replied. "Villain, you're under arrest." After a moment, he added,
"And under my protection."
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Symbiote-Peni Idea elaboration:
EMERALD WEB - Part 1
Based on this post
More elaboration below since this post may be getting a bit long
TW for mentions of self harm & suicidal thoughts in paragraph (6). Not explicit or in detail, but it is mentioned.
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(1) This takes place around 8 months after Peni's canon event(The death of Aunt May & Addy Brock) and while Peni is in the Spider Society.
(2) The story would start in Peni's universe, Earth - 14512. The SP//DR Program ran by Oscorp had some issues with Peni. Lately, she's been piloting SP//DR, patrolling the city every moment she wasn't in school, and not even taking breaks. She almost never got a full nights of sleep,. How could she rest, when she forced herself to patrol the City for ten hours at at time and spend the nights patrolling from the stroke of midnight to 4am? How could she rest when she didn't want to? Uncle Ben had tried to convince her to rest, but she quickly shut that down. If she rested for a single moment, who knows how many people could get hurt!?
(3) Or die
(4) Because of her
(5) Others had noticed how much more active SP//DR was, Uncle Ben in particular voiced his concerns for her. But she couldn't stop, stopping meant more people would die. She wouldn't let herself settle for a mere moment unless the weight of exhaustion crushed her, and even she wouldn't let the weight win. It should all be okay in Ben's book. She had started to fully committed all of her time to being SP//DR, and this was a responsibility that needed full commitment, Sure, Uncle Ben may argue that this wasn't healthy, but his definition of “Healthy” wouldn't keep the city safe. Heck, she herself wasn't even able to keep Aunt May and Addy safe. If she was more SP//DR and less Peni, maybe they would...they would still be here.
(6) Whatever. It's a change that she'll be accustomed to soon enough. Sure, she still had night terrors about VEN#M, and she could hear Uncle Ben knocking hard on her locked door begging to see if she was okay. She or coursed lied, never having the heart to tell him the truth. To tell him that she knew she was too pathetic to be SP//DR, to tell him that it should've been her instead of Aunt May and Addy, to tell him that she had scars. Some from fighting, some emotionally, and some...self inflicted.
(7) But scars were what made you Spiderman, at least that's what Miguel always told her whenever she questioned him about canon. Being SP//DR was her responsibility, and it was something that would stay that way until termination. That was what she had signed up for. And no matter how tired and tired and Tired she was, she would keep pushing. She would bare the weight. Nobody in the city needed to know that SP//DR was falling a part. No one did, and it would stay that way
(8) At least, that was what she thought.
(9) Norman Osborn had sent out an email to meet him in the Oscorp building at 3am. The meeting involved herself, but Osborn didn't want anyone else to know anything about it and as such, only had her show up. She had tried to ask details about it on the way, but Norman claimed that this was information that shouldn't be exchanged until she gets to the building and meet him in the proper room. Suspicion bubbled within her and mini-SP//DR, but she reluctantly agreed to the terms and arrived at the building. If she didn't show up tonight, he would bug her every night until he got a “Yes” out of her.
(10) Upon meeting him in the room, Osborn discussed a finalized project he was working on to help Peni, a little friend to help her achieve what she cannot.
(11) Without wasting a moment, Osborn quickly lead Peni into following him. They had to go through multiple clearance areas, and some of them were one she had never seen before. They finally reach the main room. A large terrarium could be seen at the center of a lone desk with a strange green spider inside, about the size of a tarantula, and more than big enough to dwarf Peni's own spider.
(12) The glowing sign made itself known to Peni.
PROJECT: EMERALD SYMBIOTE
(13) She had asked what this was, and Osborn answered
(14) “A new friend for you: Emerald”
(15) Without bothering to turn to her, he reached into the Large container and grabbed the Spider.
(16) He explained what this thing was. It was a Gene Radioactive spider in the process of development in the lab years before she had even begun to pilot the SP//DR for the purpose of helping the pilot should they not be enough. It would be able to amplify her motor skills and even control them should she run out of energy to fight. If the Spider worked properly, it would form a connection to Peni and Mini-SP//DR similar to that of the SP//DR. All of her capabilities with & without the suit would be amplified to several degrees. If Osborn explained all of it's capabilities, they'd be here till the sun rose again. He sums it up by saying it's an extra companion that can modify itself in anyway Peni needed it. If she needed to eat, it would search for all possible meals in a 5 mile radius. If she needed rest, the creature would focus all of it's objectives and modifications on getting Peni a sufficient amount of, well, rest.
(17 ) As he spoke, Emerald kept shifting it's form to a green liquid like substance. It's body stayed firm in Osborn's gloved hand and clinging onto him with tendrils she assumed to just be it's legs.
(18) shapeshifting itself to a cellular level...
(19) Peni showed some reluctance and asks Osborn what about this was so important that he felt the need to keep this from her until now. Osborn explains that while Emerald was in development for years, the final version wasn't finished until a couple months ago, and he didn't find a need for it.
(20) At least, until now
(21) He uttered a single sentence
(22) “I know you're getting weaker”
(23) He continued, telling Peni that he knew she was patrolling the city nearly ever moment her eyes were open . Every fight she's in leaves her more worn out. Peni Parker was wearing herself thin, and one day, she may take a fatal hit that she won't be able to bounce back from. One day, her own exhaustion may end up getting someone hurt, or worst, killed.
(24) Peni didn't like to admit it, but she found herself agreeing with him. Sure, she didn't really mind if she got a little bruised while trying to protect the city, but the people? She was fighting to keep them safe. She couldn't risk people getting hurt, no, killed because her best wasn't good enough.
(25) “Well Peni? Which is it? You have a responsibility to keep everyone safe. Will you accept some extra help or hope your mistakes don't get someone killed?”
(26) With only a small amount of hesitation, she held out her hand for Emerald to crawl on, letting it slowly move from Osborn's hand, onto her own...
(27) And watching as it's fangs clomped down into her wrist.
(28) Peni felt a connection pull herself to Emerald, but it didn't feel the same as Mini-SP//DR. It felt...different, but she couldn't find the words. She watched it shrink it's form before scurrying to her hair.
(29) Osborn tells her that she can leave now. Emerald will do everything in it's power to help her. A hundred questions sprint in her mind, but she's too tired to ask anymore and left the room. She could ask him more about this in the morning.
(30) Emerald glowed slightly with it's purpose shinning brightly
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I hope others enjoyed this part. I may plan on formatting and polishing it into a fic sometime so stuff like this can be more properly weaved together into a proper storyline instead of me just dumping all of my ideas onto the floor. I choose Emerald Web as the name since I found it thematically fitting to her canon event.
Also, this symbiote isn't the same as VEN#M. It's a completely unique symbiote which has almost nothing to do with the VEN#M suit. which technically means I just made an OC
Also, I had Peni refer to her spider as mini-SP//DR because it's adorable and you can pry it from my dead hands (please don't actually)
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liselicanis · 7 months
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Good Things Fall Apart
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Chapter 6: Chase Disaster
Time seemed to pass too quickly in the weeks after the omnic went missing. Her casts were removed and Hana was finally permitted to do her job again, staunching off attacks of the Gwishin and streaming it to the delight of her millions of fans all over the world. It was almost surprisingly easy for her to get back to her usual self since then, smiling pretty and just be 'D.Va'.
D.Va who has a bit of an attitude problem, who has no problem being toxic to some of her competitors ('git gud noob'), who will sometimes do 'trick shots' to fell an enemy while giggling and calling for F's in the chat.
Of course she's still a soldier at the end of the day. A defender for her country, someone her people, her city, can count on for protection. Ever since that night and her subsequent recovery, she's been on high alert, scouring the streets of Busan during patrols, a small pit of anger and betrayal lodging itself in her heart. Searching for any signs or hints to his whereabouts.
Why did he leave without a goodbye? Why did he attack Dae-Hyun? Questions she wouldn't ever be able to ask because even after all that time she had spent with the omnic, she never even learned his name. It clawed at her, and she'd lie awake in her bed at night, long after the others had fallen asleep, just wondering what became of him.
Dae-Hyun hadn't been hurt, but what provoked the omnic into knocking her best friend unconscious? She couldn't make any sense of it. It made her question if she had made the right choice of bringing him home that night.
A Ravager.
She had searched through archives to learn more about the R-7000s. Commanders for the omnic uprising during the Crisis. Omnics created for the sole purpose of leading others against humans. Until the Awakening.
"But he didn't seem like that..." she muttered to herself, holding her bunny pillow aloft her head and glaring at its cheerful face. Granted that she didn't know fully understand what the Awakening was. Just that one day, omnics were...different. No longer just bolts and circuits, but something more.
That omnic had been touched by it. She was sure of it. So why the needless aggression towards her friend? They had helped him, so why? Why?!
As she mulls over it in her head, circling around everything over and over, she is finally aware that someone is banging on her door. A small irritated noise leaves her mouth as Hana sets her bunny to the side and goes to see who is bothering her.
The face that greets her is Yuna's, looking exasperated. "The captain wants us in the briefing room. Ten minutes ago."
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6 Months Later
The air in Cairo was dusty. He'd adjusted his cloak several times to prevent unwanted dust and sand particles from getting into his joints and wires. He had spent the last few months refitting himself as well as working on certain upgrades to better fit his vision for making the world a better place for his people.
He thought back to Mondatta and the monks of the Shambali and how they earnestly believed that with time, humans would come to understand them better. After his travels, Ramattra knew the truth. It was naught but a pipe dream.
Every place he has visited thus far on his journey has proved to him that humans weren't interested in making peace with their once terrorizers. In the past week alone he's had rocks thrown at him, some humans brave enough tried to attack him. Those he had dispatched quickly, leaving them face down on the dirt, just barely breathing. As a warning.
Never again will he fall to humans like he did in Busan.
The memory of that night has him curling his fingers tight around his new staff, and he willed himself to calm down, there was no need to think about the past. Only the future.
He is meeting with someone today. In the last month as he was trying to formulate a new plan, he had found a cryptic message lodged into his computers. At first Ramattra had been livid, determined to find out who had infiltrated his space, but once he read the note, he was intrigued to find out what this 'Talon' group wanted.
The name wasn't new to him, he knew that they were an organized group of humans bent on bringing chaos to the world. Their MO was that conflict is what made everyone stronger, and to a certain extent, Ramattra did agree with that sentiment.
So here he was, on the outskirts of Cairo, heading to the place where his creator had once been housed, the Temple of Anubis. He hadn't thought about the God AI in a while, but being here gives him pause for a moment.
Here is where the Omnic Crisis had started and here is where the seeds for Null Sector will be nurtured as well. The wind picks up and he finds himself adjusting his hooded cloak once more, until his fingers graze something on it that he had thought he had gotten rid of.
A pin with a bunny emblazed on it. Picking it off, the Ravager regarded it for a moment, thinking of its owner. How did she look when she saw he was gone? Upset that her little project had gotten away? Or had she been more concerned with the human guard he had left on the floor.
Rotating the pin between his fingers, he thought about throwing it away, it wasn't something he needed after all. It was a reminder of his time in that human's table, of him being helpless nd vulnerable. He should cast it aside.
Yet he doesn't.
The girl's face pops up from his memories, of her working on his body, promising him that she'll fix him. Of the time she tried to take the blame for something that she had no control over. Of her apologizing to him for what had happened to him.
It left him with...what was it that he was experiencing? It felt heavy. Unpleasant. It frustrates him because he can't quite put a name on it. His fingers close around the pin, careful not to crush it in his moment of frustration and hides it beneath the folds of his cloak once more.
There was no room to think about her. Not when his objective is standing in front of him, the setting sun shining over the large man's bald head.
The man doesn't face him just yet, still looking out of the alcove they are meeting in, just but a few steps away from the entrance to the Temple. It is another moment before he begins to speak.
"My friend," the man begins, his tone soft and coated in promise. "the world doesn't understand visionaries like us." He paused and took a deep breath. "I respect what you're trying to accomplish."
Ramattra remained silent, waiting for the man to continue, already not liking what the man was saying. It almost sounded condescending, in a careful way. He gives points for that.
"It's...noble and doomed to fail," and then he turns to face the omnic and had he been human, Ramattra thinks he might have held a surprised look on his face. He had heard of this man. Akande Ogundimu, better known to the world as the current Doomfist, and one of Talon's current leaders.
Interesting.
Doomfist continued on, removing his sunglasses to better see Ramattra. Face to face. "But with Talon's help...that can change."
Removing his hood, Ramattra inclined his head. "You have my attention." There was no need to second guess this opportunity. Because of his catastrophic failure in London, his forces had been greatly diminished. It had taken this long to get but a fraction of them back.
With Talon's...he hesitated on calling it 'help', with their resources, he could get back on track much faster than on his own.
"Good, good." Doomfist smiled, clearly pleased that this conversation was headed in a direction he wanted. "Let us discuss what your terms are and what we can provide. I trust that you will be pleased with what we can offer."
"That remains to be seen."
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4 Months Later
"Is it just me or have the Gwishin been a lot more aggressive than usual?" Seung-hwa winced as he reclined his head on one of the many cushions that were housed within the common room of MEKA's base.
The others either groaned or sighed. Hana massaged her temples as she leaned into Yuna's shoulder, her eyes trained on the touchpad that her friend was holding in her hands. A news report about the growing activity of different omnic sects. Some peaceful, some not. The news report at the moment was praising MEKA for yesterday's battle. Though in Hana's opinion, it wasn't really something they should be praised for. It was their job and it felt like the media was treating them as if they were no more than actors in a play.
"From nearly bi-monthly attacks to almost every three days? No, you think?" Kyung-soo says dryly while taking a sip of his bottled water. It's a small repose they get to have in recent days. All five of them are tired, running on barely four hours of sleep.
The general vibe of the place is filled with uncertainty, as they reflect on how much more dangerous the Gwishin had become.
Next to King, Jae-un is lost in thought before he leans forward, a pensive look on his face. "It's like they are deliberately tiring us out or something..."
The other pilots look at each other, wearing varying looks of confusion. Hana finally looks away from the touchpad and clicks her tongue. "So they're getting more organized then? We've been fighting the grunts but we have yet to see the big guy show up. Something is definitely coming and we need to be ready. I'm going to go work on Tokki, see you guys."
Yuna squeezes her hand in support and tells her that she'll stop by later while the boys shrug and go back to watching the newsfeeds. Hana waves and slips out the door, her bottom lip caught on her teeth as she makes her way back to the hangars.
In her workshop, she finds Dae-Hyun there, speaking with one of the technicians. He raises his hand in a small wave to acknowledge her presence, which she returns before going straight to her mech, inspecting the large gashes on the front capsule. Not too bad, that can be buffed right out.
Not for a while though, it would take another few days for repairs so she moves to the next Tokki, one that she affectionally calls Midnight due to it's black exterior. This is the one she'll be using the next time there's trouble.
When that would be...she doesn't know. As the reports said, the Gwishin were growing more erratic. Their attacks were so sudden sometimes that their radar would detect them a little too late.
She frowns and tightens her hands into fists, angry that they could only do so much to protect Busan. And then Dae-Hyun is by her side, a supportive hand on her shoulder.
"Huh? Weren't you busy with....uhm," she can't recall the technician's name but she does notice that they are gone. "Oh."
He removes his hand and the warmth that was there disappears almost too quickly, but he smiles at her. "Just ordering more parts. We'll have them by tomorrow so you can use your favorite girl sooner than you think." He nods over to her bright pink mech and she laughs.
"The bestest girl! Number one!"
If only this moment could have lasted a little longer.
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And a week later still...
Her conversation with the captain had been cut short by the blaring alarms. With a grim face, she practically sprinted back to Tokki, her fingers pulling at the gloves of her plugsuit. She's anxious, dreading the battle that is to come. All their mechs are starting to show signs of distress, repairs not happening fast enough and she worries that this next one could be one of their last.
Climbing in Tokki, she took a deep breath as she waited for clearance to launch. 'Ok Hana, you've got this. Kick butt as usual, save the city.'
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"These aren't Gwishin!" Seung-hwa yells through their comms, his voice frantic over the sounds of battle. Ahead of him, Yuna blocks an attack and she turns to Hana, who loads up her defense matrix to delete the incoming barrage.
After three seconds, she maneuvers Tokki to a different position, eyes on the cooldown of the matrix while she patches in a call to the Captain. They need to get to the command ship that is floating overhead.
"Permission denied, Song. There are too many, and we do not have enough information about this enemy. You have to pull back!"
It leaves her staring at the screen blankly. Pull back? The city is under attack and the ship is within their sights! They can at least take it down and put a stopper on the attacks until reinforcements arrive.
"D.Va?"
Gritting her teeth, she suppresses her anger, teeth biting the inside of her cheeks and nods in understanding. "Yes, Ma'am."
The Captain signs off for the moment, leaving them with instructions to help evacuate the civilians while she tries to gather more info. Over the radio, the sounds of Casino and King fending off more drop pods can be heard, and Hana takes off, plowing into the side of a large enemy unit, setting it off balance.
In a second it regains its footing and turns its attention to her, twin barrels pointed at her. Hanna narrowed her eyes, her fingers gripping Tokki's controls, ready to fire.
"D.Mon, get everyone you can out of here!"
"I can't! The path's blocked by these guys."
Swearing a string of curses, Hana fired a barrage of micro missiles in the omnic's face, stunning it, and went back to help out her friend. Yuba's mech, Beast, was absolutely crawling with smaller omnics that reminded her of chickens. If chickens could fire lasers and were made of metal.
They were using those lasers to try and slice through Beast's outer armor and Hana swung Tokki's right arm and knocked them off. Yet no matter how many she fought off, it seemed like more and more took their place. Yuna was doing her best to keep them at bay as well, but it was clear that the slicers were going to overwhelm them soon.
"GET OFF HER YOU LITTLE-!" Hana's scream was cut short as what seemed like a flimsy bubble enveloped Beast, easily pushing all the little robots off of the mech. Hana looked around, trying to find who did this when she heard her communicator beeping. "Overlord?"
"Above! There's another ship!"
Another enemy? She looked up to see a much smaller ship hovering almost above their position, but rather than omnics dropping out of them, the hatch opened to reveal humans.
One of them called out as loudly as they could from the ship. 'We're Overwatch, we've come to help!'
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please……. share the oc thoughts
Rotating avi and lee so fast in my head.
thinking very hard about avi being angry when she first arrives. being pissed off and scared. verbally lashing out at lee about it. lee just kind of taking it, both because he understands her fear, and because even if she's being mean to him, she's there with him. there's another person with him now that he can talk to. holy fuck, man.
avi slowly warming up to lee as she realizes that she's actually stuck there. there's no way out. him teaching her how to live with wings. them preening each other, because no one can quiiite reach that spot between their wings by themselves. avi and lee being able to joke about their stupid, shitty lives together while they both know that they'll never get out, that they're prepared to grow old and die there.
yet despite that, them working together, working on plans to escape. avi now working with this weird, chatty, sad boy that she'd wanted to fight on her first day. them growing even closer.
me becoming we.
them escaping together. the joy, my god, the sheer bliss of freedom. being able to walk more than 50 feet without the pull of a leash tugging them back. they don't fly much, and when they do, it hurts and strains, and doesn't look pretty, but it's the best feeling in the entire world.
the fear of being found out. the terror of being stalked through a city. it's a big place, but not nearly big enough. they can't escape easily; the trouble with not having room to fly is that your wings grow weak, they atrophy, can't carry your weight for long, even with the lighter body.
the terror becoming horror when avi is recaptured. the agony, the pain of knowing that lee can't do anything. he hates himself for having to leave her. they both know there was no way to help her, but he's so pissed at himself for letting something like this happen. he wants to tear his heart out of his chest as he watches avi being loaded into the car. the same car that both of them were stuffed into the first time they were kidnapped. he's certain that having a gaping hole in his chest would hurt less.
the quiet curiosity of finding someone to help. it's a strange feeling. he's never asked for help before. the thought never occurred to him. someone else to help shoulder the burden. atlas's friend, helping him hold the sky. unthinkable.
and yet.
the dread of being back. no, not dread. melancholy. despondency. avi's back and they know they're there forever now. the mental collapse that comes with seeing the wall, the wall scored with dozens and dozens of tally marks, 6 months' worth for keeping time, plastered over, a clean slate. a wall with a surface just waiting for 70 years worth of tally marks.
but it doesn't compare to hearing employees talk. behind closed doors, and cupped hands, they discuss a surgery. a surgery for avi. one that will keep her from ever telling anyone what they've done here on the off chance she managed to escape.
the struggle to avoid her fate. but despite the struggle, despite the protests, despite her humanity, despite everything, it happens.
thick stitches, bunched skin, missing vocal cords, felt through an anesthetic haze. meeting someone new, someone in the same boat, and instead of fighting this time, sobbing into his shoulder for hours because there's nothing to be done now.
making plans again. plans with someone new, someone unlike him. lee feels almost normal as he quietly listens to skylar's family over dinner, and his heart aches again. he almost enjoys their father's grilling, like he's a new boyfriend and not a new freak his kid picked up off the street.
avi is all but catatonic. she sleeps. she marks days. she sleeps. she marks days. there is nothing for her anymore. she is so, so tired. she doesn't want to be here. even Will visiting her doesn't help. he says he understand her situation, but he doesn't. he really doesn't.
it's time for a show. avi doesn't resist this time. she understands why lee was the way he was. despite the high energy atmosphere, avi barely reacts to what's happening. there's static in her head.
but a familiar voice cuts through the noise of the crowd and clears the snow. before she knows what's happening, someone has avi around the wrist and they're running. a shock of fear shoots through her. this is too familiar, too close to what happened last time. but it's different, too.
this time, lee is here.
in the chaos, they escape, but skylar is taken away, screaming for lee to help them. avi is here. skylar is gone.
lee regrets having a heart again.
rotating avi and lee in my head so fast.
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Maria Manaura, who's been arrested at least eight times in the six months since she arrived in New York City from Venezuela, is living at the Row NYC hotel, once hailed for its unbeatable Times Square location and front-row view of the theater district. Now it's drug-infested and violent, but still costs taxpayers $500 a night for each of the 1,300 rooms given over to migrants.
Manaura was busted again Jan. 30 for snatching a woman's cellphone on the No. 6 train. She was charged with grand larceny and resisting arrest, but instead of getting locked up, Judge Jay Weiner granted supervised release, likely in time for her to make it back to the hotel and another prepared meal paid for by you and me. It's sickening.
Migrants like Manaura who rack up clashes with police should be made ineligible for the city's largesse. Handing out hotel rooms and free meals to repeat thugs makes it easier for them to commit crimes and makes us into patsies.
The Democratic Party is turning New York City into a Shangri-La for international theft rings and migrants here to rob and burglarize. Taxpayers foot the bill for the thieves' hotel accommodations, plus three meals a day and a long list of other benefits, even free bus tickets if they have to skip town in a hurry. If you're a criminal, what's not to like?
This stupidity isn't new. For over a year, New York City has coddled criminal migrants with long rap sheets, sheltering and feeding them while they continue their crime spree.
Last year, while announcing the arrests of migrants who stole $12,489 worth of goods from Macy's at Roosevelt Field, Commissioner Patrick Ryder of the Nassau County Police warned about "ongoing organized theft groups that are being sent up here for the purpose to commit crimes here." Two of the men arrested lived at the Watson Hotel on West 57th Street, courtesy of taxpayers.
Fast forward to the migrants who beat down two NYPD officers in Times Square on Jan. 27. This started as a retail crime. That evening, a gang of migrants had just raided the clothing store Aldo, grabbing handbags and running, as they did daily, when they were interrupted by the police.
Many of the seven assailants arrested that night had numerous prior run-ins with the law. According to former NYPD Deputy Commissioner of Intelligence and Terrorism John Miller, they "operated on mopeds and scooters. They were doing organized retail theft."
Here's the kicker: They were living in city shelters. Taxpayers were providing these career criminals with a roof over their heads and meals. We're the suckers.
In 2022, Immigration and Customs Enforcement launched a crackdown on international retail theft rings. But New York's Democratic politicians have vowed never to cooperate with ICE. Too bad for the businesses and citizens here.
In December, Rep. August Pfluger (R-Texas) told a House hearing that international crime rings are exploiting President Joe Biden's open borders and heading to blue states with soft-on-crime policies such as releasing suspects without bail and deeming thefts of less than $1,000 misdemeanors, not felonies.
Miller said retail theft gangs based in Florida come to New York, where the pickings are good and the risk of going to jail is minimal. If they robbed stores in Florida, they'd be locked up.
But no problem robbing stores in Illinois. Last fall, Oak Brook Deputy Chief of Police Reid Foltyniewicz said, "We want everyone to be aware of the increase in criminal activity from the migrant community coming from Chicago."
Even so, nothing matches the sweetheart deal criminally inclined migrants get in the Big Apple. And it's only getting sweeter. Last week, Mayor Eric Adams inked contracts for $137 million more to be spent on hotel rooms for migrants, and announced the city will hand out debit cards -- worth up to $1,000 a month -- allowing migrants to buy food that's culturally appealing. That gives migrants the same purchasing power as low-income New Yorkers who are here legally.
Migrants will have to sign an affidavit stating they will spend the funds only on food and baby supplies. That's a laugh.
But there's nothing funny about an invasion of career criminals posing as asylum seekers. New York has a heart, but it's time New York used its brain and stopped making our city a paradise for the world's thieves.
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Ukrainian artists featured ahead of NATO summit in Vilnius
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An exhibition of Ukrainian art was installed in Vilnius at the pedestrian crossing near the Lithuanian Exhibition and Congress Center, the Baltic states' largest exhibition center and host of the upcoming NATO summit.
The art installation was put up ahead of the summit, which will take place in Vilnius on July 11-12.
The photographic installation titled “This is Ukraine,” depicts the reality of war, including images of children playing in a war-torn landscape, residents sheltering from attacks, and soldiers who lost their legs in battle.
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Lithuanian artist Lina Slipaviciute, curator of the exhibition, said that she hopes world leaders who attend the NATO summit will be reminded of what Ukrainians go through every day when they view the works. “There can’t be too many mentions of Ukraine,” she said.
The photos show scenes from all across Ukraine, including Kyiv, Izium, Irpin, Chernihiv, and other war-torn cities. Ukrainian photographers Elena Tita, Volodymyr Petrov and Oleg Petrasiuk shot all the images on display.
Volodymyr Petrov and Oleg Petrasiuk were formerly photographers with the Kyiv Independent.
“It was difficult to collect photos because many people, including photographers, are at war and engaged in work necessary for survival. Special thanks to all the photographers who agreed to share their work, because without them this exhibition simply wouldn’t exist,” one artist said.
The exhibition will be on display for one month.
Ukraine war latest: 7 killed in Russian missile attack on Lviv
Key developments on July 6: * Russian missile attack on Lviv kills 7, injures 36 * Zelensky visits Bulgaria, Czechia ahead of NATO summit * Ukraine returns 45 POWs, 2 deported children from Russian captivity * Intelligence chief says threat of Russian terror attack on Zaporizhzhia nuclear plant…
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The Kyiv IndependentDaria Shulzhenko
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The Sun Down Motel | Simone St. James | Published 2020 | *SPOILERS*
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Something hasn’t been right at the roadside Sun Down Motel for a very long time, and Carly Kirk is about to find out why in this chilling new novel. 
Upstate New York, 1982. Viv Delaney wants to move to New York City, and to help pay for it she takes a job as the night clerk at the Sun Down Motel in Fell, New York. 
But something isn’t right at the motel, something haunting and scary. 
Upstate New York, 2017. 
Carly Kirk has never been able to let go of the story of her aunt Viv, who mysteriously disappeared from the Sun Down before she was born. She decides to move to Fell and visit the motel, where she quickly learns that nothing has changed since 1982. And she soon finds herself ensnared in the same mysteries that claimed her aunt. 
In the fall of 1982, Viv Delaney left her home in downstate Illinois headed for New York City to pursue her dream of being an actress. Despite her mother’s wishes for her not to do so, she ended up hitchhiking and finds herself in the town of Fell, New York upstate. The man who had given her a ride dropped her off in the parking lot of the Sun Down Motel, a fairly new establishment on the outskirts of the town. 
The motel was seeking an overnight clerk, and Viv, without any prospects for employment or finding her way to the big city, accepted, finding herself and apartment with a woman named Jenny. 
In November of 2017, Viv’s niece Carly Kirk finds herself headed to the same place her aunt did at her age. In November of 1982, Viv disappeared without a trace, everyone assuming she had died despite her body never being found. Much like her aunt, she was interested in finding out what happened to her, hoping to bring closure to her family despite her mother, Viv’s sister, having died the year before without any answers or discussing it with anyone in the family. 
Just like the time Viv appeared in Fell, the Sun Down was once again searching for an overnight clerk. Carly accepted, hoping to bring herself closer to the aunt that she never met. She also begins staying with Heather, a girl of her age living in the apartment that her aunt once occupied with her roommate. Together, the two of them were hoping to find answers on what might have happened to Viv. 
Fairly quickly, Carly begins to notice something amiss with the Sun Down. She began noticing smells with no indication of where they came from as well as strange occurrences like doors opening and closing on their own. One occupant, Nick, begins to befriend Carly as they’re usually the only two people inside the motel at any given time, as he has a special arrangement with the owner that allows him to stay there without giving too much notice about what he does. 
Just like Viv, Carly is experiencing everything that the Sun Down can give her. Viv had begun noticing that the smell of cigarette smoke was pungent during certain times, linking this to the ghost of a man named Henry, who died in the motel office after suffering a heart attack, 6 months after a young boy had hit his head and died at the motel pool, causing it to be drained and unoccupied ever since. Additionally, there is a young woman that is haunting the motel as well, her presence only made known when a man checks into the room. 
Carly is determined to find out what happened to her aunt, and she enlists the help of Nick and Heather to do so. The three of them begin their research and find that Viv may have been looking into a serial killer that was plaguing Fell and the neighboring towns. Four young woman had gone missing and found dead in 1978, 1980, 1981 and 1982. The first victim was Betty, who was found dumped on the construction grounds for what would eventually become the Sun Down motel. Her ghost is the one that terrorizes the motel whenever a certain man checks into the hotel. 
In 1982, Viv was searching for who this serial killer could have been, and she finally finds out that it could be Simon Hess, the traveling salesman that occasionally checks into the hotel to stay for a night or two, despite having a home in town. Viv begins stalking him, finding out his movements during the day, and eventually linking him to three of the girls’ murders. Eventually, another young girl is taken and found dead on the night that Viv had disappeared, a young girl that she caught Simon Hess stalking and despite trying to warn people in her life of the danger, nothing had happened and she had died. 
When Simon Hess checks into the motel one night, Viv knows what she has to do. She ends up killing him, but before he dies, he confesses to the four murders. With the help of Marnie, a local photographer and Alma, the only female police officer at the Fell PD, the three of them are able to hide his body. 
Hess’ body is eventually found by Carly, Nick and Heather, in his car in a barn on a piece of abandoned property. Marnie had given them the negatives to the photos she took, and had taken a picture of the barn in case they ever needed to go back and find him. 
Eventually, Carly is lured to a coffee shop by a boy named Callum McRae, whom she had met at the library during her research into the past. Callum explains to her that a body had been found, and that just like her, his grandfather had gone missing in November of 1982 and was never found, believed to have taken off with another woman leaving behind his wife of 15 years and their 10 year old daughter, who turns out to be his mother. 
Upset, Carly leaves and heads to Alma’s after she realizes that Callum is following  her, but in the end, she goes to the Sun Down, and finds Nick, who had found the notebook Viv had used to write down all of her research into Hess. But, their discussion of it is interrupted when Henry, the smoking man, tells them of the danger that is coming. Carly sees Callum walking up the road and into the property of the Sun Down. 
She finds him, and he pushes her into the empty pool, where she ends up injuring herself. She tells Nick to take off after him, and he does. She is able to get herself out of the pool, but not before being questioned by the young boy who had died there, seemingly looking for answers as to why he doesn’t feel well. 
In the end, we realize that Viv never disappeared or had died. She never admitted to killing Simon Hess and with help, she had disappeared, giving up her old life for a new one, callling herself Christine Fawcett. She comes to the Sun Down to get Carly, and the two of them talk about what has happened. When they go back to the Sun Down, they learn that Callum is dead and Nick is going to be questioned in his death, as he was found leaning over his body when first responders and the police arrived. 
After she is checked out and deemed okay, Viv takes Carly to the police station where they await for Nick and after he is released, she admits to the police that she is the reason why that man’s body was in the trunk, and admits her real identity to the police. 
Three months later, Carly left Fell but returned right after, dropping out of college. She went back because it felt like home. She took over Viv’s apartment, remaining friends with Heather in the process. She and Nick are together, and despite everything, Viv is now on trial for the murder of Simon Hess 35 years later, though DNA has linked him to 3 out of the 4 murders he had committed, though the police are looking into the last one again. 
The Sun Down was condemned, after that last night, as Simon Hess’ ghost returned to the Sun Down, and Betty, in her ghostly ways, trashed the place to the point of no return. Carly was present when the Sun Down was torn down. 
Discussion Questions 
1. Why do you think the author chose to tell this story across two time periods and two points of view? Do you think it was effective? Why or why not? I despite dualing timelines, but in this case, it was interesting to see the past unravel in time with the present. It gave us all the facts in the past timeline, while allowing Carly to figure it out in the present timeline. It was interesting, and was a great way to read the story.  
2. Discuss how each of the victims were described in the media. Do you think the way the media characterized these women played a role in the overall investigation - and the failure by the police to catch the killer? How does their characterization compare to how victims are described by the media today? Absolutely. Certain victims were given more media coverage than others. For example, Betty Graham wasn’t given much attention because she was a single woman, but the second victim was given more attention because she was a young, married mother whose husband had been deployed. Due to the resources in Fell, they weren’t able to actually do much investigating into the killers, though I’m sure they did try. But 1982 was a different time, and it was a small town. The resources weren’t the same as they are today. 
3. From the beginning, Viv is determined to uncover who the female ghost is and why she’s haunting the motel. Why do you think this was so important for her? Why do you think she didn’t just flee Fell and the motel? Viv was compelled to help when nobody else could. Betty was searching for someone to help her, and she finally found that in Viv. She only appeared when Simon Hess checked in, which usually happened at night when a night clerk was on duty. I’m sure Betty was present whenever he checked in, but that didn’t mean that a night clerk was always there, as this seemed to be the hardest position for the motel to keep filled. With Viv, the only person willing to work that shift because she could and had no choice, Betty was able to enlist her help in finding out who she was, and what had happened to her. 
4. Viv, Carly and Heather all have a somewhat morbid curiosity surrounding both the Fell, New York murders and true crime in general, which reflects the fact that young women tend to be the biggest consumers of true crime content. Why do you think this is? It’s because anything in true crime that relates to women, in general, could happen to us. In a way, we want to learn from the mistakes of these victims in order to protect ourselves from having the same outcome. Of course, anything can happen to anyone, something that Viv was able to come to terms with herself, but it’s our way of thinking that maybe we wouldn’t be a victim if we just did something different than the actual victim. It’s quite a morbid reality, but that’s true crime for you. 
5. Discuss the ghosts that haunt the motel, especially Betty. What do you think each of them represented, if anything? I’m not sure what any of them represented. They were simply ghosts who ended up being found dead on the grounds of the Sun Down, condemned to haunt the last place that they had been alive and/or where they had been found dead, in Betty’s case. She kept returning because her killer kept returning. It made her angry. For Henry and the young boy, it was the last place they had been alive, and in the boy’s way at least, happy. Henry never seemed to be a happy guy, and the death of the young boy while he was on duty really messed with him. 
6. There are multiple instances where the women of the novel discuss what women should be doing to protect themselves, although as Viv notes: “It was always girls who ended up stripped and dead like roadkill...It didn’t matter how afraid or careful you were - it could always be you.” What do you think the author is saying about the experience of being a woman? Do you think the novel might have been different if Viv and Carly were men? If so, how? The novel definitely would have been different with lead male characters. They would have done things differently, maybe they would have minded their own business. Women by nature are naturally more nosy than a man, and we want to dig into the what, when, where, why and how of the situation. As a woman, we are told that we need to watch our surroundings; never go out alone; use the buddy system...because there is always something sinister waiting in the shadow. It’s what has been ingrained in ours minds since we were children, the use of the term stranger danger never being far from our parents’ minds and mouths. it’s a big demeaning, but I understand the concept. 
7. How are the concepts of female rage and empowerment explored in this novel, if at all? For Viv and for Carly, they both wanted to find out what happened to the women surrounding them. For Carly, she wanted to learn the truth about what happened to her aunt for her mother’s sake, even if she was dead. She wanted the answers to something that she never had answers too, that nobody ever  had answers too. For Viv, she wanted to help those women; those victims whose bodies were found but their killer was still on the loose going after other women. Viv wanted to put a stop to that, because nobody else would. That is a very empowering way of thinking. 
8. Consider Alma and Marnie, and the relationships they formed with Viv and with each other. Why do you think they allowed themselves to become involved with Viv’s investigation? Women stick together, no matter what. Although today, women tend to be a bit harsher on other women, even though we should be protecting each other. But that’s what they did. Viv was the only female night clerk; Marnie was the only female photographer; Alma was the only female police officer. They were protecting themselves, and each other, from what could actually happen. 
9. Multiple characters throughout the novel end up returning to the small town of Fell, or choose to remain there despite many reasons - and opportunities - to leave. Why do you think they are drawn to the town? Fell had a dark history. For Nick, he returned because maybe it would make him feel better and not worse about what happened to him in his past, having a father as a murderer of his older brother; for Carly, she felt compelled to stay there because that was where Viv was, where everything came to light for her. It’s why Viv never left either. She did for a few years, but came back after the story of her disappearance died down. They were all connected to the history there in one way or another. 
10. Building off the previous question, why do you think the author chose a remote town - and an even more remote roadside hotel - for the setting of this novel? How do you think the story would have changed with a different setting? What isn’t creepy about a small town with a creepy, haunted motel? This was the perfect novel for me. I love spooky stories, and spooky season even more, and this one just gave me the chills the entire time. I enjoyed it thoroughly. 
11. Discuss the way the killer was finally stopped. Do you think those involved did the right thing? Do you think, especially with consideration of the time period, that they could have done anything differently? Viv could have done differently, but then again, she felt she had no choice. She had all the answers to what happened to the victims, and nobody took her seriously. By the time Alma admitted that Viv may be right, it was too late. Viv did what she had to do to keep women safe in general, even more so herself because Hess had been onto her the entire time. 
Questions provided by the publisher. 
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Chapter 6: Secret Of Honeycomb Mansion (Part 1)
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(Must have missed this part in World History.)
Anyway, there's a lady dressed like a bee in a mansion (the plot thickens). The servants tell her that something's wrong with the young master and finds out he's transformed into a GIANT FUCKING BEE!
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(The horror. The delicious horror.)
So our +Anima group are having a debate. Nana wants to sleep in a bed but Cooro likes camping. Nana brushes him off to gush about going to Astar, the biggest city in the country that also has a king. What will she do when she gets there? Why, she'll ride in a palanquin set with jewels of course!
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(Artist conception.)
She verbally boxes with Husky on the matter for a bit before Cooro smells something good. It's coming from wooden boxes and it's BEES!
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Cooro flies off in terror, pursued by the BEES. He manages to outfly them but not before his black wings are spotted by a few towners. He explains he was running from the bees after knocking the boxes over only for the towners to tell him those bees are theirs and they need their honey. Cooro apologizes and things are tense...but then, they suddenly ask him to take the honey to their lady at Honeycomb Mansion. Cooro asks if the honey is so important, why would they ask a complete stranger to teleport it. The towners suddenly get nervous as they explain that they have to check on the beehives! That Cooro knocked over! So he owes them! Cooro agrees and sets out, the villagers trying to justify their actions to themselves.
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After all, as they note, Cooro is an +Anima...
Cooro makes it to the mansion and is greeted at the door by the lady. He's told to carry them inside...
The rest of the group wonder what's taking him so long. Going into town, they ask the towners who freak out when they figure out who they're being asked about. They stammer that he's not there anymore but one of the towners finally confesses that he went to Honeycomb Mansion. The towners explain that when they sent a guy a month ago, he saw a monster. Same thing happened to the next guy. Now everybody knows that the young master Gill is a +Anima and, given that there are no servants, Gill must have eaten them.
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They justify tricking Cooro into going to the Mansion without filling him in on the situation because he's a +Anima too so it should be fine. Plus he can just fly away when things get rough.
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Husky, in a badass moment, calls them out for basically implying that it doesn't matter that a +Anima gets eaten.
Back to Cooro though. Cooro says the lady smells nice and she says it's a perfume made from flowers that the bees take nectar from. She then tells him to wait in the kitchen, she'll bring him a tip...
Meanwhile, the group are heading towards the Mansion, Husky still understandably fuming. He points out that the towners unconsciously consider +Anima as non-human so they consider their lives worth less. They then spot a kid who runs off so, naturally, they give chase. Senri nearly catches him but falls off a cliff (comedically so he's fine). Husky tells Nana to use her ultrasound. Nana...doesn't, allowing the kid to get away. He asks why she didn't do anything and Nana says that she can't do uncivilized things at random...plus the kid was cute so she couldn't hurt them (Husky notes that she did it to him but whatever).
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She then give her final, and actually good, reason for why she didn't attack: the people here don't like +Anima so she won't reinforce their prejudices. Husky figures the kid was sent to scout for outsiders so it's off to the Mansion again.
The chapter ends on the lady telling Gill that she will get him his food soon...
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ANIMA RATING:
Bee Anima: You're just a bee. That's it. Maybe you can fly but...you're a giant bee. Live with it. 4/10
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‭‭Mark‬ ‭6:30-56‬ ‭
The apostles returned to Jesus from their ministry tour and told Him all they had done and taught. Then Jesus said, “Let’s go off by ourselves to a quiet place and rest awhile.” He said this because there were so many people coming and going that Jesus and His apostles didn’t even have time to eat.
So they left by boat for a quiet place, where they could be alone. But many people recognized them and saw them leaving, and people from many towns ran ahead along the shore and got there ahead of them. Jesus saw the huge crowd as He stepped from the boat, and He had compassion on them because they were like sheep without a shepherd. So He began teaching them many things.
Late in the afternoon His disciples came to Him and said, “This is a remote place, and it’s already getting late. Send the crowds away so they can go to the nearby farms and villages and buy something to eat.”
But Jesus said, “You feed them.”
“With what?” they asked. “We’d have to work for months to earn enough money to buy food for all these people!”
“How much bread do you have?” He asked. “Go and find out.”
They came back and reported, “We have five loaves of bread and two fish.”
Then Jesus told the disciples to have the people sit down in groups on the green grass. So they sat down in groups of fifty or a hundred.
Jesus took the five loaves and two fish, looked up toward heaven, and blessed them. Then, breaking the loaves into pieces, He kept giving the bread to the disciples so they could distribute it to the people. He also divided the fish for everyone to share. They all ate as much as they wanted, and afterward, the disciples picked up twelve baskets of leftover bread and fish. A total of 5,000 men and their families were fed.
Immediately after this, Jesus insisted that His disciples get back into the boat and head across the lake to Bethsaida, while He sent the people home. After telling everyone good-bye, He went up into the hills by Himself to pray.
Late that night, the disciples were in their boat in the middle of the lake, and Jesus was alone on land. He saw that they were in serious trouble, rowing hard and struggling against the wind and waves. About three o’clock in the morning Jesus came toward them, walking on the water. He intended to go past them, but when they saw Him walking on the water, they cried out in terror, thinking He was a ghost. They were all terrified when they saw Him.
But Jesus spoke to them at once. “Don’t be afraid,” he said. “Take courage! I am here!” Then He climbed into the boat, and the wind stopped. They were totally amazed, for they still didn’t understand the significance of the miracle of the loaves. Their hearts were too hard to take it in.
After they had crossed the lake, they landed at Gennesaret. They brought the boat to shore and climbed out. The people recognized Jesus at once, and they ran throughout the whole area, carrying sick people on mats to wherever they heard He was. Wherever He went—in villages, cities, or the countryside—they brought the sick out to the marketplaces. They begged Him to let the sick touch at least the fringe of His robe, and all who touched Him were healed.
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rossimckay7 · 2 years
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c-is-for-circinate · 2 years
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CR 3.03 post-ep
Ok, last post aside, a proper post-ep!
First: we don't know that Bertrand is going to die here and now, although it does seem pretty likely. I'm sad about this! He was great in this episode, and there was a lot of potential for developing that in interesting ways. Still, having known full well that he was probably temporary, I'm less sad about his loss than about the effect this will likely have on the other characters, because god I have been enjoying how incredibly healthy all their interactions have seemed.
Some thoughts, more specifically:
--All else aside, let me say right up front that I already love these disaster chucklefucks from the bottom of my heart. Half the danger of level 3 has nothing at all to do with the low HP and minimal spell slots, it's about the fact that none of the party know how to work together yet, or even what their own spells can do. I can't wait for level 6-7, when they all start really coming together in terms of who does what and how they fit. (Level 15-16, when they're world-class terrors, is also going to be pretty cool -- but right now I'm looking towards level 7, and I can't wait.)
--I'm so fascinated by Lord E, and I don't trust him at all, but in a way I'm finding really compelling so far. The thing is that he's so nice, sometimes. He's so reasonable. He seems so good. He made them CAKE.
And he talks about wanting to protect people, and requiring that those he employs are more than simple greedy sell-swords out for cash. He talks about his own past as a sell-sword, and the path that helped him learn about morals and ethics and empathy. He says, "I want to take care of the good people of this city in the face of those who unfairly hurt them," and it sounds so good. Especially after the vicious, vocal oppression of campaign 2. He seems, to all appearances, to be an authority figure our party can trust. (Which is bizarre and untrustworthy all on its own, but also so nice.)
Except. Except.
The good people of this city. Ambiguous and repeated and vague. And who are we saving them from, the dregs, the selfish, the scum. Vague and threatening, and one hundred percent in line with any classic good-vs-evil trope from any classic high fantasy series ever made, and yet -- delivered just a little too straight. Just a little too on the nose. Just a little too classic and righteous and propaganda, like Matt already knows what that means.
I absolutely believe that Lord E thinks he's doing the right thing, whatever that is. He was so happy to feed them cake. He really meant it, when he approved of their regret over Danis's death. And yet: he sent a group of armed unknowns to investigate minor theft from one of his subsidiary companies, and offered them a major financial bonus for making it go away completely. And yet.
Anyway: once again, I'm calling this the class warfare campaign until proven otherwise. Lord E doesn't need to be trying to be anything but good to be a whole mess of abusive privilege. Can't wait to see what happens next.
--Keep thinking about how healthy the group dynamics have felt so far, in comparison to VM or the M9 (and please god do not take this as a slight, I loved VM and the M9 with my whole heart, in part very much because of the occasionally fraught and questionably healthy group dynamics). I think it comes down to a question of codependency.
By the time we met Vox Machina, they were already living in each other's pockets for years. They owned a keep together. Vex kept everybody's money, Vax had no sense of personal space, Grog and Scanlan shared brothel visits, and nobody knew the first thing about living without the rest of the group to support them. Five days after the Mighty Nein met they were already on the road together, the last of their lives outside their group still smoldering in ruins on the ground, just instantly all living out of one cart and one cluster of neighboring bedrolls, and a month after that they were dying for each other and scarred about it for the rest of their lives.
This new group, by comparison, just feels so normal. The pre-existing relationships aren't just supportive, they're comfortable. Imogene and Laudna are comfortable together. Ashton and FCG are friendly and like each other very much and are not in any way inseparably entwined on pain of death. The EXU crew know each other pretty well by now, and decided to keep hanging out because they like what they know, not because they need it.
They ALL HAVE SEPARATE LIVING SPACES. One of the things I was so excited about, before the end of the episode, was the prospect of house hunting for the EXU crew -- and just for them, because half the group already has their living situations sorted out! And those living situations don't currently appear to be immediately threatened! They were going to be coworkers, damnit, and yes I have absolutely taken my coworkers' advice on what neighborhood to move to because they liked theirs so much, but I also didn't move in with them a week after starting my new job, and it feels so much (felt so much, before the end of the episode) like this campaign is here for that.
Every person in this group, except for Bertrand Bell, has at least one pre-existing friend within it who they already know how to work comfortably with. Every person in this group, except for Bertrand, already has and has kept friends/acquaintances/relationships outside the group. They have networks. They have people.
They have lives, to whatever small extent, that aren't 100% tied up in exactly how their job may go. And that's really new for CR, and I have been liking it so much.
--And, right, that brings us to this next point, which is that avoiding codependency doesn't actually seem to be interfering at all with this new team discovering that they like each other so much. They're getting to know each other as new coworkers, and they keep being delighted by what they discover. That whole final bar scene was so much fun! Think about everybody meeting Pate de Rolo (Imogene's affectionate, long-suffering little "she does this all the time," which is the biggest #married MOOD, and Laura 'my husband won't stop teasing me about my dice addiction but I get him back by talking about ghosts' Bailey damn well knows it.) Think about Ferne being just so playful with everyone, agreeing that she'd heal Ashton if he were dying. And, yes, Bertrand, because Imogene wouldn't let him chase a lead alone and Dorian tried to lead him towards bed and they were ready to be friends with him too.
I really hope we don't lose that fresh new delight in getting to know each other, now. It's been so hopeful and cheerful and joyful. I want more.
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burnedbyshoto · 3 years
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go the distance
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(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!
.
.
.
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. 
.
Thus truly began your descent as the villain Mirage.
.
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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Opposites attract (Paul Lahote x Reader)
Warnings: swearing? I don't really think there are any tbh. 
Word count : 2.2k
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Sweet as pie. That’s the way people tend to describe you. So why on earth did you ever think that bad boy Paul Lahote would ever like you? It was stupid really. You’d had a crush on him since you were little and it didn’t seem to stop there. It wasn’t a phase you grew out of. Everything inside you screamed when he was near. But he hardly noticed you at all. None of the guys on the res did. At least, you didn’t think they did. You’d given up hope a long time ago that he would ever see you more than just a little girl he’d grown up with. 
Leah Clearwater, your best friend thought you were stupid. She didn’t understand why someone as nice as you would waste your time liking him anyway. He was hot headed, a flirt and extremely unpredictable. Leah didn’t like him partly because he was a member of Sams group, they had always been friendly but something had changed within some of the guys on the res. They were closer than ever now, like a little gang. It wasn’t only the boys who had changed, you’d notice a change in Leah too, maybe it wad because of all she had gone through, you couldn’t put your finger on it.
Leah and Sam had dated for three years, one day Sam up and left, no explanation, leaving Leah lost and alone. Then he decided to reappear and instead of giving Leah an explanation, broke up with her and started pursuing Leah’s cousin Emily young instead. Let’s just say she didn’t really get along with the guys anymore, or Emily, who she used to be so close with. You were her rock and she was yours. You know she never wanted to see you go through the same heartbreak. 
It was summer break and you and Leah had decided to get away for a few weeks. Being surrounded by the same people day in and out got a bit much. Especially when you lived in the small community you did. You hadn’t gone too far away, only to Vancouver. It was just nice to have some freedom, be somewhere no one knew you. Leah was relieved to get away, it just meant she wouldn’t have to be around Sam as much. While you were studying a higher education, she had started a mechanic apprenticeship with the one and only Sam Uley, it was her best opportunity, even if she didn’t like to spend time near him, that’s what she told you anyway. 
It was your second week in Vancouver, you’d been sightseeing, visiting museums that would help with your studies but you also just took the time to relax. Everything was going amazing. Until that night.
The fancy restaurant had been your idea, you had both been enjoying your time away, but for some reason since arriving in Vancouver you’d been feeling off. Your mood swings were off the charts and you didn’t understand why, you never wanted to take anything out on Leah, you didn’t even have a reason to be moody, and yeah it was summer, but somedays you felt overly hot, like you had a fever and then it would disappear like it was nothing. This friend date was a way for you to make it up to her. She didn’t seem bothered by your change in attitude though, she seemed more concerned if anything.
You were both sat in the restaurant waiting for your food to arrive, talking about silly shit, laughing together obnoxiously, drinks flowing thanks to your fake ID, everything was going perfect until three men came floating through the front door. They were stunning. Absolutely beautiful. At this point you were sure you were staring, one of the men turned his head, caught your eye and winked at you flashing a toothy grin. You blushed and looked away, Leah kicked you under the table.
“What, he’s good looking, the red contact lenses are a bit strange though.” You titled your head to the side pondering the thought, not realising that Leah had gone extremely quiet. Then something weird happened. Your body started heating up like it had done in the past few days, your palms were sweaty, your hands shook a little and your head started to ache. You felt weird. You couldn’t focus. Leah was saying your name but you couldn’t really hear her, it was a little muffled and then…. then nothing. You were feeling alright again. You looked up Leah’s face one of terror mixed with concern. 
“Do you wanna get out of here? I saw a burger van on the way we could just go back to the room.” You nodded. Not feeling the fancy atmosphere anymore. Maybe you should see a Doctor. 
-Leah’s POV-
“Of all the places we could go, there’s leaches here too?” Leah was pissed, this is what she had been hoping to get away from but fate was a bitch. Not only that, but she was pretty sure her best friend was going through the change in front of her very eyes. She guessed she wasn’t the only female shifter anymore. 
At one point she had paused during the dinner. Actually at a couple of points. The first, when she had watched you sip two cocktails like they were water. She was impressed, goodie-too-shoes who? Second, when the leaches walked in through the very crowded restaurant, and third, when the pack back home had heard Leah’s thoughts, the boys were worked up. Sam being Sam, was ordering Leah back immediately, worried she would accidentally phase putting you at risk. Also, they were worried that you would shift for the first time. They all knew how unpredictable it could be. One little thing could set you off and BOOM, shift in front of hundred of humans. Leah being Leah liked to defy Sam, so it came as no shock that she refused to cut the trip short. She did have a valid point though, what would she tell Y/N? 
Leah was glad when she’d manage to persuade you to leave the building, burgers were actually sounding like a good idea right about now. Watching you sit and get wasted was fun, but she wished she could join in sometimes and not have to pretend. She was worried that the Vamps would follow after catching her scent. If they knew what was good for them, they’d stay away.
Leah kept on looking at you, she could sense something was wrong, she knew the signs having gone through them herself. One minute y/n was fine, the next sweating, the next she looked pissed, as much as Leah liked to handle things on her own, this was a big thing to deal with and she knew it, so it came as no surprise to her when Sam mind linked to say that a few of the guys were already on their way to your hotel to bring you guys home. She hated to admit that she was relieved. She looked to you again, now you were happily munching on your food, caught up in thought. 
“Hey Y/N, so uh, some of the guys from the Res are in Vancouver, how funny is that.” Leah laughed nervously, looking at your for any reaction. She watched as you screwed your nose up and then blushed. Her friends eyes widened. 
“That’s cool, Vancouver’s a big place though, I don’t think we have to worry about bumping into them. Weird how they ended up in the same place. I wonder if Paul is here…. I haven’t seen him in forever, it’s bound to have been at least 6 months by now.” Leah rolled her eyes and smiled at her best friend. She was still day dreaming over stupid Paul. She didn’t know what she found so fascinating about him. Sometimes you can’t help having a crush. Leah frowned. She knew all about how it could end up. 
“Who knows Y/N, fate is a funny thing, I wouldn’t worry about Paul, he’s normally caught up in his ego to notice other people anyway, if he didn’t notice you now he’s a lost cause, cause girl you look hawt.” Leah grinned and nudged Y/N with her arm, Y/N nudged her back and chuckled. It was almost 11pm by the time you made it back to the hotel lobby, you’d only just stepped in when you heard a noise from behind you. Leah turned around. Standing on the opposite side of the road were the Vampires that she’d seen only a couple of hours earlier. She growled lowly under her breath. Her mind focused on one thing only. Keeping you safe. 
“It’s okay Leah were almost there, just putting our clothes on.” Embry. His voice came through the link. Good, they were almost here. Hopefully when the vamps caught whiff of more shifters they’d leave for good. There’s no way they could shift in the middle of a city without being seen. 
Leah had told Y/N to wait at the bar for her while she “Took a call outside,” which really meant she was just waiting for the guys and making sure the vamps didn’t get through the door. When she turned her head she saw her friend chatting to the the bar man, flirting and sipping on more cocktails. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, god you were amazing. Not a care in the world. She frowned knowing soon enough your life wouldn’t be as simple. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard growling, the boys had arrived and obviously the Vamps now got the memo because they ran off when they realised there was back up. 
Leah could finally relax, Embry, Quil, Jake and oh god.. Paul.. arrived just in time. Grinning at the she wolf like the idiots they were. 
“Took you long enough.” Leah smirked and elbowed Jake playfully. Paul was about to retort but he stopped and sniffed the air. The rest of the present pack looked confused. Leah turned around and noticed her friend walking towards them all with a shocked expression on her half drunk face. 
Then it all made sense. 
-Paul’s POV- 
God what a mess. Paul was pissed off as per. He’d had to cancel a date he had on his one night off to go and save Leah’s and Y/N’s ass’ in Vancouver. Of all nights. He obviously didn’t hesitate when Sam gave the orders, as much as it pissed him off he knew that if another pack member needed him he’d do everything he could to help, you were family. Not to mention, he as well as everyone else, didn’t need some new pup exposing the tribe secrets. Shifting in public would be good for no one. 
On the way the boys talked through the link, communicating with Leah periodically, making sure the Vamps had stayed well away. 
“So, when was the last time anyone actually saw Y/N?” Jake was the first to start the conversation. When was the last time Paul had seen you? He couldn’t remember, if he had to think about it, probably before her shifted, it had been a while, he knew you’d been studying higher education, and with all of the pack stuff, he didn’t tend to see anyone else other than his wolf brothers and sister. 
“I saw her not long ago, she was in the convenience store picking up groceries for her Pops, and damnnn she’s changed, not a little girl anymore.” Quil joked through the link, wolf whistling. Paul smirked, yeah right, he had always thought you were pretty, but you couldn’t have changed that much, you were still the little, younger dork that had grown up on the res. 
The conversation was cut short as they reached the outline of the trees, Sam had tied a bag of clothes around each of the wolves so when they shifted they could change instead of walking around in the nude. Maybe it would fly in the woods back home, but not in the middle of a city. They made light work of getting to the hotel and scaring the blood suckers away. Pussies. When they met Leah at the entrance. Paul wasn’t really focusing on the banter, he was too distracted by a familiar but heavenly scent. He sniffed trying to place it and then he saw her. 
Walking towards the group was Y/N. Her eyes a little glossy Paul could smell the alcohol, it wasn’t however, strong enough to cover up the heavenly scent he could smell radiating off the pup to be. 
"It's not like love at first sight, really. It's more like… gravity moves… suddenly. It's not the earth holding you here anymore, she does… You become whatever she needs you to be, whether that's a protector, or a lover, or a friend.” 
Jacobs words about imprinting ran in Paul’s head and his world suddenly tilted. The pack paused behind him, the wolves howling in his head through the bond. Leah looked shocked and the other guys just looked stupidly happy. 
Y/N was Paul’s imprint.
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[2:48 PM] + hero/villain au + "we're quite a pair, aren't we?" + part 7
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 masterlist
a/n: 2.5k, gender neutral as always, I know I said this is the last part but i'm gonna need a couple more or else this will be too long! warnings for cursing, wooyoung being toxic, and an astrology joke because I couldn't help myself lol
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jung wooyoung's fiery gaze is unwavering, unrelenting, and it has you frozen to your spot. you do not know whether you are terrified or in awe of the sheer power displayed before you. flames curl around him like wings, heat scorching your skin as he moves closer. despite his promises to you, to selfishly keep you alive, you think this is it. either you will stop wooyoung, or you will die trying.
a hand on your elbow pulls you out of your thoughts and back to reality. back to the screams of civilians, to the skeletons clawing themselves out from the cracks in the concrete, all headed your way at a slow, daunting speed. there are so many of them, like moths swarming a flame or those zombie movies you used to watch on movie nights with your team, with wooyoung wedged between you and san and popcorn nestled in your lap. your heart withers in your chest, but the terror the looming army of skeletons dredge up within you does not quell.
hongjoong levels you with a sincere, determined look, his voice low, "you are not going up against him alone," his fingers drop from your elbow to your hand and he squeezes it as he used to when you were both in university, "not again. not anymore."
at any other time, the show of sincerity would bring you to tears after everything, but you don't have time that. not now. instead, you give him a grateful smile before you switch gears.
"it's fine, joong. you need to find seonghwa and jongho and make sure yeo...that he's..." your heart sinks in your chest as you trail off at the thought of yeosang's fate.
"i know." hongjoong sighs, dragging a hand through his hair, before he swivels on san. they have a silent exchange, one you can't decipher, but san nods in response and hongjoong grits his teeth. hongjoong's gaze keeps flickering to wooyoung's approaching figure even as he looks between you and san.
hongjoong says, "protect each other."
you both nod. hongjoong steps back, his eyes lingering on wooyoung, before he disappears into thin air, no doubt stepping into one of the many dimensions he can flit through. he's likely already on the other side of the army to confront seonghwa. the skeleton army spreads into the city streets, like ants, aimless as they descend upon the city. you ignore the guilt surging within you as you block out the screams and cries of civilians, turning your focus entirely on wooyoung.
"you think this is poetic justice or something?"
"what?" you blink sideways at san. he cranes his neck as he stares at wooyoung, and his expression is the calmest you've seen it in a while, as if all the anger has melted under wooyoung's scorching heat. all that is left is a sad sort of resolve.
"two of the three people who love wooyoung most," san gives you a sidelong glance and a knowing half-smile, "teaming up to beat his ass into the next decade. the alliance's pr team could never set something up like this."
your heart twists at his words, but you manage a small smile back. "should you really be romanticizing a beat down, san?"
"i can't help it," san shrugs, "i'm a cancer. we romanticize everything."
you snort, and san smiles, and you know right then that you are not the only one who's resolved to stop wooyoung or die trying.
before you can say another word, flames burst up into the sky all around you, a fire wall that cuts you and san off from the rest of the city. you watch some skeletons burn to crisps before you, blackened bones clattering into the rubble, cement melting.
you hear wooyoung laugh.
then a molten piece of rubble is soaring in your direction at a speed you can barely fathom, let alone dodge.
~.~.~.~.~
you come to all at once, and you feel as if you've been hit by a truck. a burning truck made of solid metal. multiple times.
you don't have time to assess the damage, only that you know your vision is blurred and you have burns and the smell of burning skin and hair is not pleasant at all and that you're - holy shit, you're practically embedded into the side of an office building, half your body hanging in the air, unsupported. you blink away the spots in your vision, shaking the ringing in your ears, and grip a steel pipe protruding from the gaping hole you've caused and look over the side of the building to -
"- fucking asshole!"
"you've said that already."
you recognize san's shout and wooyoung's infuriatingly nonchalant response, drifting from beneath you.
you lean over and recoil at the sight of san swinging at wooyoung with a vengeance you only imagined from him until this point. wooyoung dodges each hit with ease. he knows san's fighting style, even after all these months. wooyoung and san used to train together often, alongside yeosang.
"i knew you were bad at throwing punches, but i didn't know you were this bad. heartbreak made you this soft?"
wooyoung's tone is mocking, mean. you bristle, yanking at the protruding pipe beside you. it groans in protest, but you don't have any other weapons, so a giant corporation can handle a missing plumbing pipe or two.
san lands a punch. "that one's for y/n," then san tackles wooyoung to the ground, straddling him before he lands another punch on wooyoung's face. the sickening crunch seems to echo despite the chaos in the city. san's biting words echo as well, "and that's for yeosang."
wooyoung merely laughs, "is that it? yeosang hit harder than you."
san blinks, and the silence that follows has you pausing in your attempt to wrench out the stupid pipe from the cement building.
"hit?" san's voice echoes up to you, "past tense?"
wooyoung doesn't respond. san grabs him by the collar, yanking him close to say something you can't hear from up here. you finally pull the pipe from the building, water bursting from the severed pipe and spilling over you.
whatever san says to wooyoung flips a switch in him, one that you've seen too often in that underground apartment. in the blink of an eye, wooyoung has san by the throat, fire bursting from his other palm, poised and ready for the finishing blow. you lock eyes with san over wooyoung's shoulder, even as he grips wooyoung's arm. his lips are moving, and whatever he's whispering to wooyoung has anger rolling off him in waves. you jump from the side of the building, landing right behind him as you swing at his head. the road crumbles beneath you at the force of your jump, making you miss wooyoung by an inch. he turns his fire on you and it whizzes past your head, inches from your ear. the smell of burnt hair floods your senses once more.
wooyoung meets your gaze.
your grip remains tight on the pipe in your hands, but your voice wavers when you whisper, "is yeosang...is he dead? did you kill him?"
"those are two very different questions."
"woo -"
wooyoung grabs the pipe and it starts to melt in his hands, molten metal dripping between you both. you yelp at the way it burns your hands, pulling your stinging hands away just as san lunges for wooyoung's feet. without turning, wooyoung swings the pipe straight down into san's lunging hands. the movement is too fast. the instant rotting scent of burning flesh causes you to lurch back, even as san lets out a loud scream. he phases away fast enough to avoid the brunt of it, but from the way san cradles his hand against his chest as he scoots away from wooyoung, you know the pain is bad.
wooyoung rolls his eyes, brandishing the molten pipe in his hands. "this is fucking pathetic," he eyes san in annoyance, "you're fucking pathetic."
if you hadn't known what to look for, you'd have missed the way san's shoulders deflate at the insult.
you push your way between them, blocking san from wooyoung's harsh gaze. you shove wooyoung so hard he stumbles back, his eyes widening slightly as if he'd forgotten your strength. maybe he has, since you spent months unable to use it on him. then, he turns his angry, mocking eyes on you, stepping towards you.
he tilts his head to the side, eyes boring into your face, "did that hit too close to home for you, y/n?"
your fists curl at your side. his gaze flickers to your fists. his smile is vindictive.
"you think after this, they'll let your crimes slide?"
he takes another step closer, flicks his wrist, and all you hear is san shout behind you before he is blocked off by a wall of fire. you're encircled by fire, by wooyoung, and wooyoung merely laughs once more.
you shove him away from you. his back hits the fire behind him, but it only seems to push him back into the circle. wooyoung is unaffected by the strength of your shoves, his gaze unwavering. each time you push him back, he stumbles back only to step forward. sometimes his flames push him back to his feet when you push him to close. he continues to advance on you as if your strength is nothing. as if it isn't enough.
if you wanted to, you could shove him a hundred meters into the ground or toss him into the sky, into one of the office buildings peeking over the wall of fire even. but you don't. despite everything, you can't. yeosang doesn't need to be here to speak the strength out of you. you know it, and so does he. san knows it too, you realize, and that's why he landed punches for you.
"stop it. don't come any closer." you grit out, shoving him once more.
he laughs. there is nothing amusing about it, "do i need to remind you what you've done?"
"i'll kill you, wooyoung," you stand your ground, arms raised, but your voice wavers when wooyoung steps even closer, until his chest brushes against your raised knuckles, "i swear i will."
"come on, y/n. we both know you can't," wooyoung snorts, "you can barely even hurt me. we're quite a pair, aren't we?"
"don't compare me to you. you've hurt me time and time again," you remind him, pushing him back once more, "you just threw a fucking lava rock at me."
he shrugs, "but did it kill you?"
you let out a scream of frustration, lunging at wooyoung, tackling him to the ground. you grip his tattered collar, ignoring the way his heated skin almost burns, and you raise your fist.
he says, with such ease, as if you aren't seconds away from breaking his nose, "killing me won't stop a thing. it won't stop your anger or any of the fighting. this is only the beginning, y/n. kill me now and you'll only create a martyr."
your fist shakes midair, your grip tightening around his collar. he's right. his ideologies have already found a foothold within disenfranchised communities. you could tell that much from the brief bits of news you were able to catch on television between serum injections and blank spaces. wooyoung is always fucking right.
wooyoung's eyes flicker from your raised fist to your face, and his eyes are unreadable.
his voice is the softest murmur, but his words cut right through you, "all i have to do is say the words, you know. then we can have the city by nightfall."
you can't imagine the idea of mindlessly joining wooyoung's side. after reconciling with hongjoong, yunho, mingi, and san. after yeosang risked his life to get you out. you can't fathom why wooyoung insists on making you go through that again.
you drop your fist to his collar, and you yank him up with both hands, the sound of his collar tearing further filling the silence between you both. you search his gaze for a long moment before you whisper, "why are you doing this to me?"
it's a genuine question, and for once, wooyoung appears entirely genuine as he thinks over his response. "there are two sides to every war. those who win, and those who are dead," wooyoung's eyes flicker over your features, "i don't know what i'll do if you die, so i'm picking your side for you."
his tone is quiet, an admission almost, and your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. you need to get away from him. bile rises in your throat at the thought of his words, the meaning behind it, the way a miniscule part of you still stirs at the admission. you always used to wonder how he felt about you, and when he betrayed you all, you used to lament that you were not enough to make him even consider staying. now, you're getting an admission under all the wrong circumstances and for all the wrong reasons. you continue to back away, until the heatwaves emitting from his fire wall burns at your skin, sweat dripping down your back.
wooyoung merely sits up and watches your reaction with unreadable eyes.
"you're doing this because you care about me?" your voice curls around the word care. your heart hurts.
wooyoung drags a hand through his messy hair, his gaze falling to his feet for just a moment. he nods. he appears subdued like this. vulnerable.
"that's fucked up," you whisper, "it's unfair. it's - it's -"
"i know," wooyoung says, sighing as he tugs at his hair, "i know, y/n."
his brown eyes meet yours, and he holds you in his gaze for a moment too long. your fingers curl into fists as you look away first.
"what about," you grit your teeth as you address the wall of fire behind him, "what about san? joong? mingi and yunho? you don't care if they're dead?"
"if the villain alliance needs their powers, we'll have them take the serum."
he doesn't answer your second question, and you can't help but look at him again. you can see the way your question affects him though, the tick of his jaw and the brief flicker of guilt. but his words sit heavy on your shoulders.
one day, he'll take their autonomy from them as well and you'll be forced to help.
"i hate you," you tell him.
wooyoung's voice is soft with pity, "no you don't."
jung wooyoung is always right, and you hate that most of all.
another siren breaks through the city, and you're suddenly aware of just how eerie and silent the world has become. the siren doesn't sound like anything the alliance had trained you on, the low hum of horns grating on your ears. wooyoung seems to know what it means, though, craning his neck as a small grin tugs at his lips. he brushes the dirt from his tattered clothes and flicks his wrist. the flames around you dance further into the sky.
"that's your cue," he says to you.
you shake your head in a last stand of defiance. you hope he'll listen. for once. but, he sighs, as if you are merely a child throwing a tantrum.
then he says the words and your vision spots.
you disappear.
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