#like everything i ever did or accomplished was just expected cause i was the stupid parent pleaser kid

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It's so frustrating when my parents get all defensive like "We didnt make you feel forgotten as kid when did we do that?!" Instead of just listen and it's like HELLO??? *not a single piece of evidence like photos or videos exist of important growth milestones for me when they do for my other three sisters*

[strangeswift]

Will had assumed —reasonably so, he thought— that a year into the actual apocalypse, birthdays wouldn't be a very big deal. Maybe a passing acknowledgement, if that. Really, it felt a little selfish to expect anything at all. 

Like, People are dead, and your friend is still in a coma. She might not wake up. Congratulations on being alive, asshole. 

Though admittedly, for Will specifically, being alive was sort of an accomplishment in itself at this point, given everything. And Will was happy to be alive. Most of the time, at least. 

He just didn't expect anyone to throw a party about it. 

It wasn’t until Will groggily descended the Wheeler's stairs and spotted the notebook paper sign strung up in the kitchen, Happy Birthday Will, distinctly in Mike’s handwriting, that Will realized they were indeed doing the birthday thing. It still felt weird, but he couldn’t help the embarrassed smile that spread across his face as everyone in the kitchen sang Happy Birthday to him. Nor could he help the hammering in his chest when Mike made his way over to him and slung his arm across his shoulders midway through the song.

All in all, the day was fairly uneventful after that. They let him have the last can of SpaghettiOs for lunch while everyone else had watery vegetable soup, which was nice. 

He didn't have to go on the supply run they had planned for the day. Actually, he would rather have gone, especially since Mike went, but Mike was oddly insistent that Will stay behind, so he did. It wasn't until after Mike returned that Will found out why he had to stay behind. 

"Can you just trust me?” Mike asked.

“I do trust you,” Will said, “It’s just that letting the clumsiest person I know lead me down stairs blindfolded is a little nerve-racking.”

“I’m not gonna let you fall. Jesus,” Mike said, exasperated, as he slowly led Will down the basement stairs, “Just three more steps.”

Once they reached the bottom, Will asked, “Can I take this off now?” gesturing to the bandana that was tied over his eyes.

Mike answered by taking it off for him, and Will blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light. Mike looked incredibly pleased with himself, and Will soon saw why.

On the coffee table, set out on a plate, were two perfectly square brownies with chocolate frosting and rainbow sprinkles on top. A lit candle was sticking out of one of them.

"Where did you get these?" Will asked in disbelief. None of them had tasted anything sweet in months. "I know damn well you didn’t get this shit at the grocery store. Or Melvald's."

Mike grinned sheepishly. "Don't worry about it."

Will frowned "You– Where did you go for this?"

“Doesn’t matter,” Mike said, “just blow out your candle!”

“Mike,” Will said, crossing his arms.

Mike sighed, "You're relentless, you know that?"

Will looked at him expectantly. 

"The gas station on the other side of town, but it’s not a big–"

"Mike!" Will scolded, "What the hell is wrong with you? You went all the way across town? That is so not safe!"

Mike shrugged. "I didn’t go alone. I had Nancy and her big ass gun to keep me company,” he said, “Besides, it was for a good cause?” he tried.

“You’re an idiot,” Will said, grinning in spite of himself.

Mike grabbed his hand, and Will tried to ignore the fluttering in his stomach as Mike led him to sit on the couch in front of the coffee table.

Once they were sitting, Mike dropped his hand, but he stayed close. He knocked their knees together. “Go on. Make a wish,” he said quietly.

Will shook his head, searching Mike’s eyes. “I don’t have one,” he said.

Mike cocked his head. “There’s nothing you want?” he asked, a teasing smirk on his face.

Oh. Well, Will could think of one thing.

“I mean, maybe,” Will said, averting his eyes, “It’s stupid, though.”

“If it’s what you want, it’s not stupid,” Mike said firmly.

“Well, it’s embarrassing,” Will amended, flicking his eyes back to Mike, who leaned in, ever so slightly.

“I’m sure it’s not,” Mike said, “But you don’t have to tell me, anyway. Actually, you can’t tell me. If you do then it won’t come true.”

Will huffed a laugh. “I wouldn’t tell you anyway.”

"Fine," Mike said, "blow out your candle, make your secret wish."

Will laughed and leaned forward, blowing carefully on the candle and watching the small flame flicker and fade into a wisp of smoke.

"Think it'll come true?" Mike asked.

"I don't– I mean, probably not," Will said, "I'm still not telling you, though."

“Really?” Mike asked, pouting. “Can I guess? I think if I guess it, the wish is still valid.”

“I think you’re just making up wish rules now,” Will teased.

“Maybe,” Mike conceded. “Can I guess anyway?” he asked, leaning even closer – and god, he had no idea what he was doing to Will, did he?

Will raised his eyebrows. “You have guesses?”

“I have one,” Mike said.

It was a bad idea, Will thought, to let Mike guess. A very bad idea.

“Please, share,” Will said.

"Okay..." Mike said nervously, "Yeah, okay." His cheeks went a little pink, and he flicked his gaze down to Will’s lips. Or– No, that was probably… Wishful thinking. 

“God, I hope I’m right about this,” Mike breathed, and he leaned in even closer, so close their noses were almost touching. Will watched with wide eyes as Mike brought shaky hands up to cup his jaw.

Mike let out a breath, and Will could feel it on his lips. 

Mike closed his eyes, pressed forward, and kissed him.

Kissing Mike was nothing like Will expected it to be. It was soft and slow, and Will wanted to melt into it. He wanted to stay in the moment forever. If Vecna did come for him, that was the happy thought he would run to. He wouldn't even need music, just the memory of Mike's lips against his – that would be enough. 

Mike pulled back, and Will resisted the urge to chase him.

"Did I guess right?" Mike asked breathlessly, letting his hands slide down to rest gently on the sides of Will's neck.

"What?" Will asked, dazed. 

"Your wish," Mike said.

"Oh," Will said. "Yeah. That was– Yeah."

Mike beamed. "Cool," he said.

"Cool," Will repeated, a smirk playing at his lips.

Mike leaned back. "Now eat your birthday cake," he instructed. 

Will picked up one of the brownies. "These are gas station brownies," he pointed out.

"Birthday cake," Mike insisted. 

Will took a bite. It was heavenly. 

"Oh my god," he groaned, "I've missed sugar."

Mike picked up the other brownie, taking a bite. "Oh. Wow, yeah. Holy shit," he said, taking another bite. 

"It's so good," Will said, laughing giddily. He popped the last bite in his mouth.

Mike smiled warmly. "Happy birthday, Will."

"Thanks," Will said, "but if you ever risk your life for brownies again–"

"Oh come on," Mike said, "Cut me some slack. I was romancing you."

Will's eyes went wide. "You��� What?" he squeaked. 

Mike flushed. "I mean– Whatever."

Will burst out laughing, and Mike couldn't help but join him. Somehow, Will felt years worth of tension dissolving as he laughed so hard tears began to form.

After a couple of minutes, they settled into comfortable silence, grinning at each other. "I want to kiss you again," Mike announced.

"Well, if that’s what you want," Will said, leaning in.

And for a little while, nothing else mattered. Just Mike, who was warm and tasted like chocolate, who was romancing him with stolen brownies and kissing him like he needed it.

It was a good birthday. 

[bloogers-boogers]

Kyle Brofloski/Eric Cartman (SP fic)

('What's up with the fatass?')

/Devious melancholy/ part 2

'Wait? You think I'm gay because I'm from south park?'

'Well duh, everyone from south park is gay'

Slight warning ⚠️ just warning yah that's all, these two deranged characters will get together somehow but they will trust me, they will.

~~~~

Cartman inspected the apartment his mother rented, it wasn't bad, not as spacious though, but it'll do for now.

He was grasping the place, the town.. everything seem so lame, he couldn't expect any less from North Park but he'll suck it up for money.

Once they have enough money saved he'll make his mother moved them back to South Park. That was his plan; receive the money, get rich and stop being poor finally living the luxury he deserves, and ofcourse, brag his success to Kyle.

He beamed as he looked at the window contemplating everything he needed to do, to get the plan going. He made sure his mom woke up early because he wasn't risking her to make herself look like a incompetent employee on her first day of work, because he knew she had taken some crack last night before getting out from South park the effects of it just hit harder before going to bed, he fucking hates it so much, he was damn lucky she didn't crash the moving van on the way there. Luckily she wasn't required to do any drug test or both would've been screwed.

He never understood why teens his age were into that crap neither did he understood the adults, or Kenny. He just knew they made everyone stupid afterwards, well, more stupid then they already were.

After pushing his mom outside, practically just shoving her outside before slamming the door and setting his game up on the tv.

He played for like an hour before he reluctantly decided to go outside and see what he'll have to handle for a couple of months.

Everthing seemed so— rich? South Park's biggest accomplishment was having a whole's food in town while North Park had state winning champions working at some McDonald's drive-thru.

In less words, everything looked so 'posh', one of the disadvantages there was its weather; it wasn't cold or atleast to a temperature he was already use to, it was the opposite. For what he had searched it was stated to be one of the hottest places in Colorado, it would only snow just at the end of the year, which is insane. He can't imagine not walking to a almost daily snowy white path, stomping hard on the areas that seem to be deeper in depth cause he just liked the feeling of being sunk in like some wormhole, or making snowmen with his friends.

So there he was, complaining as he walked in the heated weather, it was insupportable he felt himself dragged his feet as his sweat poured down like rivers up his face; like melting snow on a sidewalk, the irony.

Unnoticeable passing by some neighborhood as he craved for water, panting duo the excess warmth in his body and the heavy breathing he was making, maybe he should take off his winter coat? He grasped some air as he took it off sighing as he felt a pin of weight let loose, feeling dizzy he leaned himself against some bench near the crosswalk trying to avoid fainting, now sitting down while holding on to his chest.

Seconds later he was tapped in the forehead with a water bottle, he looked up to curse who ever did that but his mouth went straight flat.

It was a North Parker but seemingly his age, so far he's only encountered old folks, but this one, he was wrinkle free, full of youth and had that innocent looking spirit somewhat spread around him. He was blonde with green eyes, kinda handsome for a dude but looked like a total geek.

"You're not from around here aren't you?," He asked, gesturing his bottle for he to grab it.

He reluctantly grabbed it, crisscrossing he wasn't about to be mugged or something, but shrugging it off immediately as he began drinking it. Stranger danger his ass.

"I'm from South Park, I just moved here, nerd," he commented in his usual banter.

The boy wince seemingly annoyed by the name hesitated in just walking away or indulge further in the conversation.

"You're from south park?," he repeated with a cringed expression as he asked, "no wonder I didn't recognize such a fat piece of crap in our town," he retorted with a similar tone he had use when he mocked him.

"Aye! Who do you think you are!? gaywad pussy licker!," he screeched out, gripping on to the bottle he was holding.

"Everything alright, Jackson?," another boy chimed in as some other boy walked beside him.

"I just found ourselves a South Parker," he stated mockingly.

"No way," the jock looking kid said bewildered, "you come from that crappie ass town?," he laughed dryly.

Cartman frowned, "shut the fuck up you mother fuckin' no good pussy lickin' hippies!," he cursed out loud, pointing out the reggae lover looking dude.

"See? This is why Shart park always stays behind, so stuck up in that common bigotry of yours it doesn't let you guys evolve," the jock stated casually, with a smugly smirk. His group of friends laughing beside him.

"Apparently he just moved here," geek boy informed the jock cunt.

"Wooow," the boy said in a sarcastic way, "that'll mean you'll finally be able to evolve from a shit stain to a fart."

The group laughed as he finally got up and pointed accusing to them.

"This is why you're all prestigious little douches in our category!," he exclaimed before storming off forgetting he had left his coat in the bench.

He heard from behind a 'good thing we aren't looking to be categorized from undeveloped pigs,' and with that he went off home, regretting going outside.

It had become dark, now resting in his couch as he layyed in a bored exaggerated manner. He really wanted to play video games with Kenny but he knew that poor piece of crap was still working a shift at those hours and he knew Butters wouldn't be able to do so either as he remembered two days ago he had commented he was grounded for a week. He sighed heavily contemplating to call either Stan or Kyle bothering them to make himself laugh.

But he turned over to look at the door as there was some banging coming from it.

He groaned annoyed as he walked to open it, "what?," he immediately spat dryly half way opening the door.

And his gaze landed to those familiar green marbled eyes he had previously seen that afternoon.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Did you follow me you creeping stalker!?," unironically being a stalker himself, he questioned offended.

The boy frowned shoving his coat to his chest harshly, startling him.

"Just being a good civilian here, lardass," he commented before huffing, as he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up.

"You smoke!?," he asked baffled, he's never seen a nerd smoke before.

"Yeah, so?," the blonde asked incredulously.

"Didn't know geek boys could smoke," He smugly teased.

The boy just huffed as he roll his eyes, mumbling 'South Parkers,' before eyeing him up and down.

"So are you going to study in North park middle-school?," he asked more curious, puffing his cigarette some more, purposely blowing the smoke on his face making the other cough.

"Kinda," Cartman shrugged in response, wincing by the smell emitted.

"I'm Jackson btw, just for you to remember who targeted you first," He remarked as he stomped on his cigarette putting it out, dragging his hands inside his pockets, "what's yours, fatboy?."

"Aye! I ain't fat you piece of shit!," he blurted out, feeling quite some familiarity in the whole ordeal, "Eric, I'm Eric Cartman."

°°°°

After that 'splendid' encounter with geek boy, his day went to an end, beginning the next day as he was preparing himself to be dropped off at his new school, he stopped in the new bus point he was given and waited to be picked up. He sighed contemplating the new possibilities, new faces, friends, teachers. It's gonna be hard to adapt. But he was Eric T. Cartman, nothing is impossible for him.

He spot the bus half way, heavily breathing he gripped on his backpack.

Entering, the students there just glanced at him indifferent and judgmental, as if he were some weird bug. He sat in some empty seat in the back and heard a couple of students gasped and whispering.

'What was all that about?'

He took out his phone, carelessly about the constant glances at him, texting Kenny about joining on a server that night to play some game.

"Hey, faggot, da fuck are you doing in our seat?."

('Fag' sp canon definition n. 1. An extremely annoying, inconsiderate person most commonly associated with Harley riders. 2. A person who owns or frequently rides a Harley.)

He glanced up from his screen and visualize the jock kid and his stupid hippie group.

"Oh? This seat yours?," he said in a mocking tone, "don't see your name on it whore cummers," he blurted out as he now rubbed his ass all over 'their' seat taunting.

"Tsk, this dimwit," the red head mumbled to his friends.

He then sat next to him intentionally pushing him against the window both other boys tagged in apparently trying to trap him and suffocate him as they squished him forward the window.

"Goddammit!," he winced out trying to loosen there grip. The group of friends just howled in laughter.

"Admit you suck and piss off, southie," the jock kid stated as he leaned his body on him more.

"Over my dead fucking body, dick head!," he screamed slamming his fist up his nuts.

"¡OWW!," he squirmed in pain, reddened face by the embarrassment and ofcourse the agony pain that raised in his nutcrackers, "we got ourselves a fierce one," he stated still holding on to his balls as he winced his eyes shut.

Both boys tried gripping on him but he moved forward scooping himself over to the front seat shoving off some other students as he was chased around the bus from both geek boy and hippie shit. Jackson grabbed him from the leg as he failed attempting to get out from a window gripping on his body against his.

"Got him," He said grinning, as he swooped his body left and right attempting to make him seem like he were dancing even though it was clearly forced. Like a puppeteer and his puppet.

"Let me go, asshat!," He whined trying to lessen his grip, but couldn't. His strength reminded him so much of Kyle's, looking like he wouldn't bat your shit but was totally the opposite when provoked.

"Hmm," He hummed in a fake contempt, nuzzling his perky nose against his neck causing him to shiver by the touch, "what do you think, Stewart?," the boy asked the jock.

As he was finally recovering himself, passing through the walkway up to him, he punched him hard in the stomach receiving a 'hmph!' In return.

"That he isn't as bad as we thought he'd be for some southie," he smugly stated making the trapped boy arched a brow confused.

°°°°

"This is Hershey," Stewart gesture the hippie, who just waved casually, "my best friend Jackson," he continued presenting themselves before stepping inside school grounds. The blonde geek acting like he hasn't already presented himself before.

"What's yours, south bitch?," Hershey now chimed in expectantly.

"I'm Eric," he responded unbothered, as he glance at the huge building. If you were to compare this school to South Park's you wouldn't even see his town as a school.

"We can show you around," Jackson suggested with his hands inside his pockets.

"And when he says 'we' he means 'him' I have to go see Gigy at cheerleader practice, peace," Stewart casually waved off as he joined a couple of other douchbags who were also heading to the gymnasium or field, he wasn't sure exactly.

"Me too, I have to meet up with Jeannie for cleaning the courtyard before class starts," Hershey waved off heading another direction, "don't get lost, dog park," he lastly said before running off in a mischievous manner.

"Aye!," he grumbled out, but was left unheard.

Well, Jackson still was awkwardly standing next to him averting his eyes to a building, then to some students walking by and then the ground.

"So— fatass, what's there to know about you?," he asked, continuously walking to the entrance.

He followed along him, "Aye! I ain't fat you stupid queermo!," he screamed out.

"How 'revolutionary'," he stated sarcastic, before glancing at him, "I'm the debate club leader, I like swimming and have two siblings."

Cartman contemplated his answer before nodding as he pouted out his own, "I was the team captain of the football team and was among the popular kids," he beamed out confidently.

"Haha sure you were," Jackson said taunting, immediately pointed out his bluff, "we know who you are, fatboy."

Cartman halted now looking at him attentively.

"You're the fat, narcissistic psychopath from town that feed his half brother his parents," he explained unfazed, "we know all about the shit that happens to your town on a daily it always becomes a huge fuss for all of us when it comes to you assholes," he shrugged, gesturing a locker.

"That's your locker, E-10 right?."

He nodded in response, uncertain if he'd be able to make friends after being so easily revealed, but why was he talking to him so casually if he already knew who he was and what he's capable of?

Neither brought that topic again as Jackson showed him around campus, it was quite big, the tour had to be cut in short until school ended. For his dismay the class he was assigned to didn't include either of the assholes he just met until third period being seemingly the class he shared Spanish with Stewart, beside him he either would had to wait until seventh period which he shared Biology with Hershey.

It's not like he gave a fuck but he wasn't familiar on being a 'new kid', not only that, but Jackson warned him about how people here weren't to found of people who came from South Park noneless people who were born there he called him a 'TP' at first he thought he called him toilet paper but apparently it was a slang of theirs to call South park visitors 'target parker'; which meant they'll trash them until they leave their town. He found it quite dramatic but then again, their own town has shooed city people away before cause they couldn't tolerate their kind.

It also made sense why the group of boys began trashing him when he first mentioned being from South Park, then reluctantly just acting normally once knowing he actually moved here. That still didn't give him a pass but they had gotten a liking to him very quickly for some reason he still can't grasp upon.

And as such he was targeted for being a complete 'southie' even the teacher bashed on him as he was the one to blurt him out to the class for coming from South park. The only friend he managed to make was in his second period, his name was Jamie Hutson; a seemingly naive freckled boy, brown hair with braces who was from New York. He was pretty chill with the fact he was a 'tp' actually he seem to have 'pity' of him for coming out from a town like that. But when he meant 'seemingly' it's because he looked like that, but was a complete jerk to everyone displaying a false attitude infront of teachers being a A+ student but immediately flipping switches bullying some classmates there like an bigoted.

He actually felt grateful that it seem he had been taken lightly being called slurs and some bigotry comments compared to a red head kid that hanged in some wall hanger by his underwear.

"So, what's your socials, shart-fart?," Jamie approached, resting his elbows in his desk as he beamed innocently.

He huffed, "call me shartfart again, asshole, I dare you!," he threatened almost falsely, cause he really didn't want to bother on doing anything.

"Oh? You're gonna do something to me?," He smugly stated, chuckling, "so?," he extend his phone twoards him expecting for he to write his number.

He reluctantly typed his number down before huffing as he heard the bell rang and dashed off.

Maybe it'd be convenient to befriend the bully of their school?

He bumped in to geek boy again, who had cuss him out for not watching his way as he had dropped his books, he didn't bother helping out cause that's just how he is.

"Thanks for shit, asswipe," he spat bitter, as he tried organizing them in his arms.

"You're welcome, dearest," he teasingly said eying him, batting his eyelashes in a innocent manner.

He won't deny he was very appealing for the eye, he like how he shot back instantly every time he taunt back, those fierce eyes hooked him up like a fisherman's fish hook and his sly smirk was dazzling, smug, knowingly. He clearly has that competitive attitude, he seem smart, hot-headed and calculated, he seemed rival material.

Before he could even speak back he stopped him with his palm, "what religion do you follow?," he asked now intriguingly curious.

Jackson arched a brow skeptical, "why do you want to know, fatass!?," he questioned knowingly, a deep annoyed voice.

Cartman couldn't help but to smirk by that, oh, he's perfect.

"Y'know just?," he shrugged smugly, "it doesn't matter I'll figure it out," he winked as he began walking to his next class leaving the boy speechless.

That day he stalked his new 'friends', and found everthing he needed to know about them. He also figured out Jackson Hu was a no good, annoyingly boring cult member of a jehovah witness.

He smirked as he watched a picture of the boy on his laptop, resting his chin on his hand now contemplating all the new insults coming his way.

His third day in North park seemed to be flowing well, now hanging out with the three boys he first met really helped the attention fade away from him. But ofcourse, being part of the gang had requirements.

"I looked up your medias, fatboy and I'm quite disappointed," Stewart shaked his head in disapproval.

"What do you mean?," He asked as he munched on some chips indifferent, he loved his profile it had everything he liked, his personalized feed and pictures of his annoying friends.

"Well, it's.. too— your 'kind'," he stated thoughtful, cringing lightly.

"Yeah, if you want to be one of us, you have to start from zero," Hershey nagged, as he snapped his phone from his jacket opening his medias.

"Aye! What do you think you're doing, hippie!?," he protested, trying to grab his phone but was stopped by Jackson who only extended his arm blocking him from going any further.

"We have an image to keep clean, fatass. If anyone knew we let a stinky south parker in our group no one will take us seriously anymore," he explained.

"Might aswell clean you up from that stank your douche town left you," Stewart added as he crossed his arms now looking at his phone along with Hershey.

"But the whole school knows I'm from South Park!."

"Yeah, but we figured if we take all that stank away we could cure you from your disease," Stewart explained disinterested.

"I ain't sick you motherfucker!," he blurted out angry as he watched how the ginger typed rapidly on his phone.

"Here," Hershey gave back his phone, "now just add your details and will add you back. No south parkers, man," he pointed out seriously.

"Not even Kenny!?," he screamed baffled.

The group looked confused unknowingly and shrugged indifferent of his protests.

"I changed your password and email from your previous so you can't get in, just security majors," the ginger added before taking out his phone, "done, added."

His other friends did the exact same thing adding him back.

He sighed as he looked at his now boring empty profile, all his years worth of work being drained back down, his followers, his posts his reels. This sucked ass.

The sacrifices he has to do for keeping up a few months in this hell of a shit town.

°°°°

A week in, and he's been blending well in the north park group. He was actually enjoying his stay and was ACTUALLY learning new things.

A requirement also to be seen as part of Stewart's group was to have atleast a average 8.5 grading in each class he took! So he forcefully had to pay attention and STUDY, another was to be atleast in a club and practicing a sport. 'Why not kick me in ball while you're at it, dickwad!,' is what he blurted out as he was told, 'Shut the fuck up, lardbutt! Those are the rules. You either follow or leave your pick!,' is what he had told him.

He thought it'd be impossible but he actually managed after three deadly dreaded days. Jackson even offered to help him out studying, which he found nicely convenient, alway offering himself to go study at his place or at lunch. He was okay with it cause he figured out the boy was loaded and had the best of snacks.

'That's not how the ginger gene works, fatass!' He remembered his previous arguments, 'It so is, you dumb jehovah witness! I know, trust me I'm an expert,' he defended his theories.

Kyle was ginger, Scott and his dad we're ginger, even, and as much as he hates to admit it, he was half ginger. So he knows damn well his people, unfortunately.

It was pretty much heated like that with Jackson, he liked it though. It turned a spark in him.

"So— is that Kenny dude your boyfriend or something?," Jackson asked outta the blue as they headed to his place.

"What? Kenny!?," he said bewildered, "why would you think he'd be my boyfriend!? I ain't gay!."

"You aren't?," he asked looking now incredulous.

"No!?," 'why the fuck would he think that!?' He thought offended.

"Well, you are from South park," he shrugged in a answer.

Did they really see them as some gay faggots?

"Wait? you think I'm gay cause I'm from South Park?," he asked baffled, eyeing him up and down.

'And they called 'us' stupid.'

"Well duh, everyone from south park is gay."

"I'm not gay, asswipe."

Jackson halted, shaking his head in disappointment, "you don't have to feel embarrassed to be yourself, fatass. We are all very accepting and very opened minded," he rested his hand on his shoulder, ignoring his claims.

"That's bullshit, you guys are hypocrites, since I got here I've just been ridiculed for being born in South park," he explained somewhat not continuously contradicting his 'suspicions.'

Jackson slide his arms on his, gripping him lightly, "look, being gay is highly different than being a tp." He added, now caressing his left arm, "I always thought you were cute," he said playfully in a sultry voice.

He was left bewildered, his brain short-cirquited for brief seconds that felt like hours. Did he call him 'cute'?

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[pocket-lad]

CH 8- Spending the Night (Ooh La La)

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“I’m sorry, Adelaide,” Dane said stoically.

Adelaide’s jaw dropped so fast it may as well have detached from her face and fallen to the floor.

“My behavior was…inappropriate. I can see that you and this Bean are very close, and I owe him an apology as well. Would you be willing to pass that along?”

Adelaide nodded rapidly, eyes wide.

“Cause he’s too scared to go out there again,” Oliver piped up. Dane shot him a fierce look and Oliver suddenly busied himself with studying the texture of the walls, disengaging from the conversation, probably for his own good.

“I can’t say I fully trust him, but I appreciate that he kept his distance and treated us like people. I…I didn’t know Beans were capable of such a thing.”

Dane’s eyes were distant. He seemed so absorbed in his thoughts that Adelaide wasn’t sure if she should interrupt. She could tell this was hard for him. “You got it,” she said incredulously.

“Furthermore, I’m fine with you sticking around if you can promise me that the Beans will continue to leave us alone.”

This was more than Adelaide ever expected. To be fully accepted into their walls and home after everything she did was unbelievable. She made a mental note in the back of her head to drill the words ‘stay’ and ‘ away’ into Ian and Sarah’s heads when she returned. If they went snooping, Adelaide was done for.

“And as for you two,” Dane continued, looking at his kids. “I don’t want you seeing the Bean anymore.”

Ollie and Oliver immediately protested.

“What?!” Ollie exclaimed.

“That’s not fair!” Oliver whined.

“I won’t hear it! He may not intend to be dangerous, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t. It’s a big world. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

Ollie looked like she was about to burst with anger while Oliver just pouted and kicked at the wall, but they knew better than to argue. Fighting would accomplish nothing. They’d go about it the proper way - they’d sneak out.

It wasn’t so much that Ollie wanted to see the Bean again. He was very intimidating and she felt like she couldn't relax when he was nearby. But the fact that she was forbidden to do anything made her immediately want to do the exact opposite of what she was told.

Dane eyed them all to make sure they wouldn’t instantly disobey him, then turned to go. He addressed Adelaide one last time. “Again, I apologize. I hope you and your Bean understand.”

“It’s nothing,” Adelaide shrugged. She wasn’t sure if it really was nothing, but she had a vague understanding of when to throw a fit and when to be polite. Now was a time to be polite. “I completely understand, and Ian should too. And Sarah. If not, I’ll make them understand.” She threw a few punches into the air but felt stupid even while she did it. The wonders that occurred when she sought approval.

A faint smile appeared on Dane’s face for only a moment, and then he left, dragging Oliver with him. He figured Olivia would want to spend time with her strange friend.

Adelaide and Ollie stared at each other, both amazed by the last few minutes. Neither had expected any of those words to come out of Dane’s mouth. In fact, they both expected him to be furious.

“So what now?” Adelaide asked.

“Well, since dad said it’s okay…would you…do you want to spend the night?”

Adelaide started to answer, but Ollie interrupted her with a sudden thought. “Actually, you have to spend the night. You’re no longer allowed to sleep by that entrance to the walls.”

“Yes, sir,” Adelaide laughed, glad that Ollie knew how to ease the tension. Obviously Adelaide would have said yes, but she just felt so awkward about it. Why was this so hard? “I’m going to go tell Ian what just happened,” she continued. “You want to come?”

“No, I think I’m all Bean’d out for the day,” Ollie admitted.

“That’s okay. I’ll meet you back at your place?”

“Sounds good!”

Adelaide ran back to the entrance on the counter, and she noted how much running she’d done today. Everything felt like such an emergency in the moment, so all of it required running. Her legs protested but she pushed through, too excited at the thought of spending the night with Ollie.

“Oh, good. I was worried he might kill you,” Ian said when Adelaide emerged.

“No, actually! Actually, he wanted to apologize. To both of us!”

Ian raised an eyebrow. “So why-”

Adelaide knew where this was headed. So why doesn’t he tell me himself? “You know why. But either way, he thinks he misjudged you.”

“I’ll take it,” Ian said.

“But,” Adelaide amended quickly, “you have to leave them alone. No snooping, period. And that goes for you too, Sarah.” Sarah nodded. “He said I could stick around, but only if you Beans leave them alone.”

“I would love to point out that, um, I have not sought anyone out yet.”

“Yet?” both Adelaide and Sarah repeated.

“I only mean everyone’s come out - come out of the walls of their own… accord. I have done no wrong.”

“That’s debatable,” Sarah said.

“Ian, I want this to go well. Ollie invited me to spend the night and I really like her and-”

Ian whistled. “Spend the night? Ooh la la.”

Sarah smacked Ian in the arm, but she was trying to hide a smile.

Adelaide, confused, looked between the two, clearly missing something. When she realized what Ian meant, her face scrunched up in disgust. “Ew, no, stop. Not like…whatever.” She gave up when she saw Ian was laughing at her. He just wanted to get her flustered, and she would not give him the satisfaction. “I’m gonna go now, if you’re done.”

“Go get ‘em,” Ian waggled his eyebrows.

“Stop it.”

“What?!”

Adelaide changed the subject. “Can you hand me one of those?” She pointed to the bowl of chocolates on the table. If she was going to take up space in someone’s home, the least she could do was provide some food.

“Sure.” Ian handed her a Hershey’s kiss. Adelaide stumbled backward as it was pushed into her arms, unable to anticipate just how much force was headed her way. Ian didn’t even notice, which made her a little nervous. They’d been friends for years at this point, but Ian was sometimes so oblivious to how powerful he actually was, how easily he could knock her over with just a finger. It was something she’d mostly grown used to, but it still caught her off guard from time to time.

“Thanks! I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” was all Adelaide said, keeping her feelings off her face.

“Hey, I never got an answer earlier. Do you all use Bean in a derogatory way?”

Adelaide stared at him. She wasn’t quite sure what he was asking. That was just the name they used for humans, and humans were generally associated with bad things, so in a way, she guessed it was used offensively?

Ian picked up on her confusion and elaborated. “There are certain - certain words that mean certain uh, things, and generally…um…” He could tell this was not a helpful direction and pivoted. “You know there are certain words that are bad, yes?”

Adelaide continued to stare. Obviously she knew that there were ‘bad’ words. He couldn’t think she was that stupid, right?

“Like words you shouldn’t say around childr-”

“Yes, Ian, I know,” Adelaide interrupted impatiently. She really wanted to get back to Ollie.

“So?”

“So?”

“So, is ‘Bean’ used in that way?”

Adelaide explained her thoughts and how they associated the word with bad things, but it wasn’t necessarily a bad word itself. The whole conversation felt like a huge waste of time over a completely irrelevant subject, and she was getting irritable.

“I told you it’s more complicated than that,” Sarah said to Ian.

“You didn’t tell me anything!”

“No, I said-”

“Can I go now?” Adelaide asked awkwardly.

The giants argued over her, so they must not have heard her. Her voice was too quiet. A little off-put by that fact, Adelaide left. As she shook the annoyance out of her body, a new emotion took its place. Excitement. Adelaide couldn’t say she’d ever felt ‘giddy’ in her life, but this was the closest she’d ever been.

By the time she reached Ollie’s front door, she was basically sprinting. She knocked, and the door opened immediately. Ollie must have been waiting. Aww .

“Hi,” Ollie breathed.

“Hi,” Adelaide repeated. She rubbed her sweaty palms on her pants.

They could have stared into each other’s eyes forever, but Dane’s voice interrupted them from somewhere inside. “Dinner’s ready!”

Ollie offered her hand and Adelaide took it. They walked into the small home, and Ollie led Adelaide to a matchbox propped up on sturdy bits and bobs that served as their table. It had been a minute since Adelaide had seen borrower furniture. She came to shower here the other day, but the goal then was stealth, so she didn’t really stop to admire the decor.

Now that she was really looking, much of the borrowed furniture was stuff she had in her own home. Vastly different borrowers from halfway across the country and they all thought of the same clever uses for the same Bean trinkets. This shared connection nearly brought a tear to Adelaide’s eye (if she got emotional about those kinds of things, which she absolutely, definitely, under no circumstance, did not…).

Unfortunately, there was a pressing issue to worry about. Dinner.

Adelaide had been anxiously planning what she was going to say to Dane when she came over, how she was going to act. She hoped it would only be a few one-word exchanges at most, but talking over dinner was way out of her capabilities.

Somehow, someway, Adelaide was able to muddle through. There wasn’t much talking to begin with, since Dane managed to borrow some uncooked pieces of broken noodles and boil them outside. This was a rare treat, so they all scarfed down as much as they could as fast as they could.

Adelaide felt awkward at first. She didn’t know how much to take, since she was always guaranteed food. It seemed a little selfish to take any when she could ask Ian for noodles whenever she wanted, while Dane had to go through great, dangerous lengths to acquire them.

But he insisted that she eat some since she was a guest in his home. Dane also shared a funny story about a beetle from when he was out borrowing. Oliver talked about climbing. After they ate, Adelaide procured the chocolate, anticipating a bad reaction, but again, Dane surprised her. He accepted it, even if he did look extremely reluctant.

Adelaide helped with dishes, then helped with the evening chores for a couple hours. Eventually, she and Ollie retired to Ollie’s room.

The room itself was pretty bare. Various tools and clothes littered the floor, which sported a multicolored rug composed of various fabric scraps. An empty bobbin served as a seat at a makeshift desk, which was covered in jagged scrap papers.

Adelaide wandered over to the desk and, upon closer inspection, realized all the papers were covered in drawings. She shifted through them without thinking much about it. They were amazing. “You’re really good!” she blurted.

Ollie brightened. “Thanks! I’m really proud of them. I mean, it’s as good a way to spend time as any.”

Adelaide filed through them with interest. There were a couple cartoonish drawings of her and her family as well as lifelike sketches of different parts of the house. A detailed map described the layout of the walls, too.

Ollie called Adelaide over to sit next to her in the nest so that she could talk about the drawings. Adelaide obliged, carrying over a big stack of the papers. When she sat down, Ollie curled up into her, resting her head in the crook of Adelaide’s neck. Adelaide felt her face heat up but didn’t dare say anything.

They sat like that for so long, Ollie describing her art and Adelaide asking questions about it, that they completely lost track of time. The drawings went back years - Ollie explained that she’d been practicing for as long as she could remember - and they laughed at some of the older stuff. Then they came across a portrait of a person that Adelaide didn’t recognize. “Who-” she began, but before she could even ask the question, she knew the answer. Ollie’s mom. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Ollie said quietly.

“She’s beautiful. She looks a lot like you.”

“Thanks.”

Adelaide turned to gauge Ollie’s reaction and was met with big, attentive eyes. They held each others’ gazes for a moment, then Ollie’s eyes flicked to her lips. Without any warning, the borrower leaned in and kissed Adelaide.

Startled, Adelaide abruptly pulled back. Once she processed what had just happened though, she flushed red and, deciding to avoid the embarrassment of confronting that, she leaned in again. Ollie was more than receptive.

Their faces locked together, hardly letting up for air. Ollie rolled over on top of Adelaide, pressing their bodies together. Adelaide ran her hands up and down Ollie’s back, tracing the soft skin underneath her shirt, hoping to stay in this embrace forever.

But eventually, Ollie pulled away. She smiled down at Adelaide. “That was nice,” she whispered, her hot breath washing over Adelaide.

Adelaide returned the smile, butterflies tickling her stomach. She just kissed somebody! She just kissed Ollie ! Never in a million years did she think she’d meet another borrower her age, let alone one she cared about so much.

Ollie flopped onto her back but turned her head back toward Adelaide. “What’s a dinosaur?” she asked.

Adelaide barked out a laugh. How romantic . She tried to gather her thoughts, still caught up in the moment of the kiss. Already the heat generated between their two bodies was fading. “Um…it’s a kind of animal that lived a long time ago, like millions of years ago. They were really big and looked kind of like lizards, I think.”

“Oh…what does that have to do with your Bean?”

“Huh?”

“You said you went through something with your Bean - I mean…Ian, and then I asked what it was, and then you asked if I knew what dinosaurs were.”

“Oh.”

“Will you tell me what happened?” Ollie snuggled up into Adelaide’s arms.

Adelaide hesitated, still not sure how comfortable she was talking about Jurassic Park, but it was really hard to say no to Ollie right now. The way she rested her arm on Adelaide’s stomach. The way her hair tickled Adelaide’s neck. The way she smelled like fresh fruit.

Ollie must have felt Adelaide tense up. “You don’t have to-”

Adelaide forced her body to relax. If she could talk to anyone about this, it would be Ollie, but a nagging thought kept poking at the back of her mind. She was scared that Ollie would judge her. Adelaide met a lot of Beans on both trips, which was scary at the time, but she didn’t think much of it beyond that. Now, she was ashamed. She knew logically that most of it was not intentional and therefore wasn’t her fault, but would Ollie see it that way?

“No, I want to talk about it,” she decided aloud. Ollie turned her full attention to her. “So, there was this man. He claimed he brought these dinosaurs back to life, and he wanted to charge people money to come see them, but before he could open to the public, he needed approval from different experts.”  Adelaide continued to explain Jurassic Park and the events that occurred on the island(s). It was surprisingly easy to talk about it, but that might have had something to do with Ollie’s proximity and support.

When she reached the part about being shown off in the helicopter, Ollie gasped. When she reached the part where Ian handed her off to Alan, Ollie squeezed her tighter. She tried to steer clear of how emotional the whole thing made her and emphasize the actual facts, but it was too easy to let her feelings slip through.

As she approached the end of her story, Adelaide found herself going into more and more detail. She didn’t want to stop talking for fear that at the end of it all, Ollie would have a bad reaction. If she kept talking, Ollie could never say anything, but of course, Adelaide ran out of things to talk about.

They sat in agonizing silence while Ollie processed it all. The only word she was able to conjure was, “Wow.”

“I know that was a lot,” Adelaide jumped in. “And I understand if it's too much. If you want me to go-”

“No!” Ollie interrupted. “No, I…I think you’re very brave, Adelaide.”

“Oh.”

“You’re welcome,” Ollie giggled.

“Thanks.”

Ollie yawned and pulled the blankets up over their shoulders. “Will you stay?” she asked.

“Of course,” Adelaide said.

“No, will you stay? Like you and the Bea- Ian? For at least a little while longer?”

Adelaide didn’t answer right away because honestly, she didn’t know. And beyond not knowing the answer, she didn’t know what she even wanted. She remembered Ian bringing up the idea of staying, which made her incredibly angry at the time, and the thought of staying still filled her with dread. But the thought of leaving also filled her with the exact same amount of dread.

The thing about ‘a little while’ is that it’s not concrete. ‘A little while’ could mean anything from another couple days to another couple weeks. Equipped with that knowledge, Adelaide was able to answer with false confidence. “Yeah, of course.”

“Good,” Ollie whispered as she closed her eyes. Adelaide turned on her side to face Ollie, and they pressed their foreheads together. She could feel Ollie’s warm breath on her face, but she didn’t mind. She tilted her head up and planted a quick kiss on Ollie’s head, then Ollie returned the favor. Again, they pressed their foreheads together and quickly fell asleep.

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Appreciation p1: Argument (D-Structs and Skrap-itt)

Request/idea by: space-dog-500 (I chose the second option :P)

"Can't you do anything useful for once?!"

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D-Structs questioned Skrap-itt, he had one job, he and the other scraptools were suppose to get the superchargers before Ty and his build-it-up bunch could capture all of them first, and once again, he failed.

"w-well we..I *CHRRRK* Ty's friends managed to get there first somehow so..um...."

Skrap-itt was thinking of a good excuse but he can't come up with anything, D-Structs just sighs in frustration and goes to the corner of the cave, mumbling and thinking of another plan, meanwhile the scraptool just sits there and sighs deeply.

everyday was the same...he tries to do something for D-Structs and how does he repay him? by roaring at him, say how useless he was, fling him across the crater or all of them in that order.

Skrap-itt is aware that he cannot accomplish any tasks that D-Structs gives him and most of the time he often kind of screws up, but this is because most of the orders D-Structs gives him are almost too impossible to accomplish, maybe to large truxs like him are easy but to someone that's small like a tool? definitely not.

this makes him question...why does he always insist on staying by his side when all D-Structs ever does was criticize him for almost every little mistake he makes?

"You know.. sometimes I wonder why I always keep on helping you when all you do is just roar or yell how useless I am..." Skrap-itt questioned but immediately gets scared when he realized he said his thoughts out loud

D-Structs was taken back by the unexpected comment and immediately turns his attention on him with a threatening glare

"WHAT did you just say..?" he snarled

Skrap-itt gulps nervously, he didn't mean to say his own thoughts out loud! he knew D-Structs would be mad if he continues but also knew if he stays quiet, D-Structs would still be mad so what's the point?

Skrap-itt sighs deeply before continuing "I DON'T always mess up you know...I also helped you many times before *chrrk* like bringing you to a cave that suits your taste, giving

you that new tail of yours and OH! I was the only one that cared enough to give you repairs whenever you're damaged!"

"what are you talking about?" D-Structs asks again as he slides his head a little closer to the scraptool

"I'm saying is that for once, can you at least acknowledge the fact that I'm NOT ALWAYS screw up! I helped you many times before! and yet, I STILL always get roared or yelled at! *CHRRRK* why can't you appreciate me for once?!" Skrap-itt yells but his frustration turns into fear when he noticed it enraged the T-Trux more

D-Structs roars at him and flings him across the wall, Skrap-itt falls down and tries to get back up and noticed that the large T-Trux was approaching him

"You expect me to treat someone who's dumb and useless as a rock like you with respect?! you want me to praise you? then how about you do something that's USEFUL and not something stupid?" D-Structs responded before going back to his corner

Skrap-itt was too stunned to speak, he was angry, sad and hurt at the same time, after a few minutes, he finally lets his emotions get the better of him

"OH YEAH?! *CHRRRK* if it wasn't for me you would've stuck as a large dumb T-Trux who lost his own tail because he was stupid enough to fall for a reptool WHO'S SCARED OF EVERYTHING!"

he shouted back at him, but when D-Structs turns around and already stares daggers into his eyes, he immediately regrets everything that came out of his mouth.

"h-hey D-Structs I didn't mean to-"

before Skrap-itt could take everything back, D-Structs roars, this time much louder, he swings his tail at him causing Skrap-itt to flinch and look away.

he thought he was gonna get slammed again, but this time the tail misses and slams the wall instead, causing a large crack to form

D-Structs was panting quietly while he continues to glare at Skrap-it

"D-Structs-"

"get out..."

Skrap-itt eyes widens more and backs away slowly and shaking, not expecting D-Structs to pull something like this...

"w-what?"

"I SAID GET OUT!" D-Structs repeated and slams his tail against the wall again as a threat, Skrap-itt couldn't believe it...he was getting kicked out for real....his feared face slowly fades into a frown

"You know what? FINE! good luck finding someone to do your bidding *CHRRRK* since I'm just a useless scraphead that can't do useful!" Skrap-itt responded, his tone being a mixture of frustration and sorrow, he then tries to cover the fact that he was crying as he leaves

D-Structs just stares at him as he watches him fade away into the distance, he just lets out another sigh and goes back to the corner of the cave, he doesn't want to admit it, but he felt guilty for kicking him out like that but tries to brush it off

it's Skrap-itt...he can't do anything on his own without him....he'll just come back to him tomorrow....right....?

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To be continued...

Already typed a bunch of letters in here and I'm already tired lmao, anyways, I'm gonna finish p2 first before doing some of y'all requests, I wanted this to be a full story instead of a 2/2 but I felt like I reached the text limits?? idk (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠) feel free to give your own thoughts and give some feedbacks for me as well!

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My Own Miracle

(AU: One of my favorite artists “Citizen Soldier” came out with this song recently and I am obsessed! Feels like such a villain origin theme that I couldn’t ignore the creative juices flowing as I listened to it! Highly recommend you all check them out!)

Every person who had attempted to stop your advances were now lying face down on the ground, surrounded by rubble of buildings and various broken possessions. Fire sourcing from exposed electrical components had practically burnt everything recognizable to a crisp until nearly nothing but ash was left. For the first time you’d had allowed your quirk to run rampage without care. No longer did you hold back the raging emotions that had been pounding through your veins like drugs. “That’s where you belong,” you smirked while purposefully stepping upon the picture of three smiling faces, “at my feet.”

It’s what they deserved.

Years of living under the same roof as those monsters in human skin had finally come back to bite them.

And now you were moments away from freedom.

One of the fallen managed to move their hand until it weakly took hold of your ankle. Anger, and a brief appearance of old fear, flitted through your gaze before they fell victim to your quirk again. Their cries for mercy filled the air but they fell on your deafened ears as they writhed in agony. Deep within your chest rose a new feeling of accomplishment, almost glee, when they finally stilled after nearly a minute.

“(Villain/n)!”

The corners of your mouth tilted upwards at a familiar voice that called your name as if from the end of a long tunnel. How long has it been since you’d heard his voice? At least a decade. Or was it more? Thrills slipped down your spine when catching sight of a figure in what used to be the porch doorway. Of course he would be here before the authorities. He was a hero. Even when amongst the underground you’d kept up on his climb up the ladder of society. Way back during UA days it was all he could ever talk about.

Hero training.

Hero studies.

Hero this…

Hero that…

“Why?”

A scoff rose up your throat, rolling your eyes. “What a cliché question. It’s as if you’ve stepped out of an old comic book.” Of course they didn’t recognize the current you. After all, you’ve also been hard at work training yourself physically and mentally for today. Nothing was going to stand in the way of you achieving your goal. Not even them. “Can’t you turn the other cheek just for today? It is my birthday, so it’s the least you can do for me.”

He moved away from the window once seeing that you weren’t going to attack outright, checking over the pair who looked more at home with pieces of charcoal at an art supply store than actual living beings. “Good, they’re still alive.”

Your bottom lip extended in a pout. “Of course they are. I was only getting started.” The tip of your tongue darted out to moisten your smirking lips when walking over to a soon-to-be-corpse and earned a pain filled hoarse cry when the heel of your shoe came down on their back. “Can’t let the fun end so soon.”

Of course your words would earn his anger, it was to be expected since this was the path you’d chosen, so his sudden attack failed to impress you. The twist of your body caused him to collide with the wall instead. Back and forth you effortlessly dodged his attacks; though he’d physically grown it didn’t seem like his patterns had changed.

This will be almost too easy.

Katsuki Bakugo

“What the hell?! Why aren’t any of my blows landing?!”

Bored, you sighed while dodging yet another one of his seemingly endless explosion shots. “Isn’t it obvious? You can’t touch me.”

Garnet red eyes narrowed from the mask’s shadow. “Like hell I can’t! You’re nothing but a stupid villain who is throwing a fit—gah!”

You’d moved too fast for him to react, completely and utterly bypassing his defenses, to send him flying backwards with a solid kick to his throat. “A fit? That’s ironic since you’re the one who used to throw tantrums worthy of a two-year-old at the drop of a hat.” The shadow that had fallen over your eyes darkened when he reappeared after a few seconds from the neighboring room’s rubble. Humorless laughter rose up your throat when hearing him swear for several seconds; classic for him. “Have you ever been told that you talk too much?” Venom seeped into every word that passed through your lips while locking near ice cold eyes with his own. “Guess you never learned when to shut up.”

They filled with confusion. “Eh? And what would you know about any of that? You don’t know shit.”

Once again, you moved too fast for him to track, but instead of your foot the length of his throat was met with your fingers that took tight hold of his jugular. Anyone with your body build wouldn’t hope to be capable of overpowering someone else…let alone a hero of his caliber. They weren’t you. You’ve devoted nearly every waking moment of perfecting speed, precision, and power. That’s how you were capable of defeating the heroes before him; those idiots who had been bottom feeders to have unluckily crossed your path.

It was only after defeating the one known as Ingenium that you knew your peak speed had been found.

Explosion after explosion caused your skin to blister, costume to burn away to ash, his kicks landing heavy blows upon your body, but they were hardly felt as you remained steadfast. Saliva was beginning to dribble down his strong jawline as his blazing gaze searched for any sort of opening. He was taller than you, built differently than you, facts you no longer could ignore when one particular sparking kick caused pain to flare within your side. Eventually he could free himself. Unless you did something to prevent it.

The sound of a bone breaking pierced the air, closely followed by his muffled scream that was cutoff courtesy of your hand tightening its hold around his throat.

“Shut up already. You’re hurting my ears, Bakugo.”

It had been unintentional, calling him by his last name as others had, but it was the tone of voice you used when saying it that earned his silence.

Izuku Midoriya

Recognition filled his emerald gaze when you felt his body grow slack after it recovered from your blow. Disgust filled you when moisture gathered within the corners of his eyes. “Still a crybaby, aren’t you, Mirodirya? And you’re supposed to be the next ‘All Might’?” Skepticism filled your voice as you held him up despite the now useless leg trailed across the ground when you shoved him face first against the opposite wall where a small crater formed. “Pathetic.”

He fell like a broken marionette once you released him, earning choked gasps and hoarse sounds as he attempted to shift into a position so that your gazes could meet.

Part of you was amused he could move at all really. That kick had taken away more voices than your elbow-knee combo had broken bones. Combine the pain from both blows, no matter who the receiver was, it would render them immobile or unconscious by now. Then again it would be best not to underestimate the current him. Especially after all the rumors you’ve heard about him.

A pain filled exclamation fell from his lips as you settled yourself upon his core, swinging one leg over the other in a fashion that meant you weren’t going anywhere for the time being and you were in no hurry to depart. Your hand lashed out, burying itself within his curly forest hair and used it to lift his head so that he was staring up at you instead of the ceiling while the other tore open his costume until the underlying muscled torso was exposed. “Poor little baby Deku,” you cooed while trailing sharpened razor blades down his skin to draw crimson blood and earn suppressed noises, “all the pain you’re feeling and oxygen deprivation would have made anyone fall into unconsciousness by now. But not you. Of course you wouldn’t.” Mock sympathy filled your features when his eyes grew wide in response to your razor tipped fingers embedding themselves into his flesh. “It’d be best if you took a nap right now. You don’t need to see what happens next. They need to pay for what they’ve done to me.”

Those green eyes of his swam out of focus but cleared at your words.

“Oh, that’s right, you and the rest of the Heroes Course were too preoccupied with playing your games to even realize what was going on with those around you.” The curl of your lip rose as with a flick droplets of red splattered across the concrete when the pair of burnt figures made noises, the razors at your fingertips that had been buried within his flesh shining brightly as you sheathed them. “Those are dipped in a special powder concoction. Won’t kill you but it will knock you out long enough for me to get things settled here and disappear.” Your hand that had been buried within his hair patted his cheek as the drug took hold and caused his eyes to roll upwards. “I’d say sweet dreams but that’ll be impossible.”

With a snap of your neck, you focused upon the pair who were attempting to crawl towards a section of wall that would lead down to the busy street who had no idea of what was occurring just feet above their heads. Only when sure that the drug had taken full effect did you stand. The time had come.

Fumikage Tokoyami

“Tell me…”

You froze in mid step. A sigh slipped up your throat, when a glance back revealed him to be fighting unconsciousness. Maybe a little nudge needed to be given for him to finally give up.

His hand outstretched towards you. “…what happened…”

“Easy, Fumikage, you’re bleeding internally from those cuts,” Dark Shadow warned, “if you move or talk too much you’ll—”

“Why would you care?”

Their eyes widened at your icy tone.

Disgust filled you when he attempted to talk. “The way you all fake how much you try to sympathize with people like me is sickening. We know you don’t really care, it’s not like you even knew of our existence to begin with.” A swift kick to your intended victims caused them to fly across the nearby destroyed room to fall into heaps. “You want to know so bad? Fine, I’ll indulge you, but don’t expect me to change what has already been put into motion.” Smoke began to fill the air as your anger manifested within tongues of flame that licked your skin, causing flickering shadows to appear through the space as you walked to bend over the largest of the figures. Your razors reappeared with a flick of your wrist, each blade still sticky with the hero’s blood. “This one was never satisfied with whatever I did; grades, money brought in through small jobs, my athletic performances, nothing was up to their standard. I was an obedient child, wanting to gain their pride and approval, so why did I constantly come home to beatings?” The figure groaned lowly in pain as you lifted them up by what was left of their clothing, slamming them against the wall with enough force that more blood decorated the wall like decorative paper. “Belts or palm of of their hands would be acceptable but when you break a child’s bones on a daily basis from beatings with other objects someone should have raised questions.”

The expression of horror on his face was almost too much when you spared a glance in his direction. It was beautiful. A work of art.

“Yet no one did. Students and teachers were aware of me coming to UA with casts and splints on nearly every week but not a single one spoke up on my behalf.” A sickening grin lifted your lips. “Even when I became covered in cigarette burns and reeked of rotting food they still didn’t do anything. Did you know that this person even went so far as to stop me from eating anything off the table?”

Dark Shadow, who rarely if ever showed emotion, radiated with something akin to beast-like rage as you went on to explain how you’d been forced to dumpster dive since a young age. The way he wavered between protecting Tsukiyomi and listening to your words… Another breathtaking visage that should be displayed like art.

Your attention shifted to the other figure who was whimpering. “That one over there? Well, let’s just say their drug addiction was more important than the health of their own child. Colds or small sicknesses lasted near twice the average length because our household couldn’t afford the medicine I needed; not that either of them really cared. The times I took myself to the hospital were too many to count and I’d always had to escape before those doctors had a chance to get my real name.”

Shoto Todoroki

Crystalline ice appeared along the flames threatening to spread, causing their progress to halt altogether. The electrical fires had been unplanned so it was no loss to your cause. It was a bit annoying though. Especially when you noticed the protective barrier between you and those people who had been your targets. “Even after everything I’ve said, you’re still trying to save them.” Now your anger was beginning to grow beyond what should be possible when spotting his duo eyes watching carefully as you attempted to move past the ice only for it to farther enclose around the burnt pair. Rage burst forth from your being in a sweltering wave of flame composed blades whistling shrilly through the air before they buried themselves within anything they came into contact with; walls, furniture, ceiling. “Stop interfering!”

“What they did was wrong, (Y/n), but I cannot ignore that your ambition to hurt others.” He growled while rising to balance on one leg. The once proud costume donning his figure was now rendered to rags as he wobbled while fixing you with a look you couldn’t identify. Never have you seen such emotion within one’s gaze or expression as he attempted to limp closer to you.

It frightened you.

“Stay back!” You roared as the blades appeared from across your body that took flight, leaving blazing crimson trails in the air, until they made contact with his hastily procured shield of ice. “No one was there when I needed them! Every single one of them turned a blind eye or deaf ear when I was begging for help!” The blades grew bigger in size until they sliced right through to bury themselves within his flesh, earning shouts of pain and more splatters of blood. “All of you ignorant self absorbed people are alike! You ignore the pain of others so long as you can go about your day!” More crimson painted the scene with each sweep of your arms. “Always wearing those blinders of yours so as not to get distracted or sidetracked!” Near transparent ice became tinted pink as blood took the place of rain, threatening to paint everything in red until you were left exhausted and teetering on shaky legs.

“I never knew…”

A tendon in your jaw grew tight. “Of course you wouldn’t.” The shadow of your hair fell to obscure the upper half of your face. “I was just waiting for someone to rescue me when I should’ve been relying on my own strength. When I realized that no one was going to help me, I decided to take things into my own hands.”

“I’m sorry…”

Your head snapped upwards, eyes wide as they locked on his lidded ones when something brushed your cheek. He had somehow managed to cross the room, leaving a trail of red, his being radiating with pain and determination, the brush of his fingers against your skin so gentle that for a moment you didn’t believe it had happened as he teetered. “What?”

Regret and guilt filled his gaze before they slid closed. “…I suspected…saw…but couldn’t…sorry…should’ve done…something…”

By reflex your arms caught him as he fell into unconsciousness.

His words fell over you like a weighted blanket. He’d seen you back at UA? How? You were in different courses and he was apart of the Heroes Course. The only times you’d ever cross paths was in the cafeteria or hallways? The blades of fire evaporated into smoke as sirens pierced your eardrums.

Now was your opportune time to take revenge.

No one was here to intervene.

It would be so easy.

So why were you hesitating?

Eijiro Kirishima

How you found yourself dressing his wounds back at your sanctuary was beyond believable. Somehow, for some reason, leaving him to bleed out or for the authorities to discover left a bitter taste on your tongue. Gauze soaked in counteractive drugs to the concoction you’d made and antibiotic cream to prevent infection covered his being almost completely. The span of his chest and sheer power built within each chiseled muscle spoke of dedication that you could sympathize with; memory reminded you of how hard he would work to keep up with the rest of his classmates. Admirable. Finished, you made to begin clearing away the leftover mess when one of his large hands took hold of your wrist.

His eyes were straining to stay open, their ruby irises glazed and unfocused, but locked on your general direction. “W-wait,” he croaked, “don’t go…”

“I’m just cleaning up,” you soothed by adjusting so that your fingers could give his a squeeze, “go back to sleep.” What had come over you? Why were you suddenly so gentle with him? He was a hero who had tried to stop you from exacting revenge! You should be livid!

A sigh slipped between his lips as your other hand rose to brush some stray red hair from his face with near feather-like touches. “I’m sorry…(Y/n)…I should’ve…” His breath caught as droplets of clear liquid splattered across the bandages covering his chest as your head hung lowly. “…don’t…don’t cry…I’m gonna be okay…thanks to you…” With difficulty, he rose upwards upon a bent arm while the other drew you close to his being in a half embrace so that his breath wafted past the shell of your ear. “I used to see you all the time hiding in the library,” he whispered, “something told me to go talk to you but I was too much of a coward. I should’ve manned up and said something to someone or gotten over myself to at least say ‘hi’. You didn’t deserve any of what they did to you,” a tremor wracked his being as your hand fell to rest against the place where his heart was beating, “and it’s my fault that you became this—”

The brief sealing of your lips against his cutoff his words, earning a surprised grunt that turned into a weak protest as your other hand administered a small dose of morphine along with sedative, causing his eyes to roll and fall back to the cot you’d placed him in. “It wasn’t your fault. You were the one person who said what I needed and wanted to hear…” A quiver appeared in your lip when seeing him fight against the drugs but with a coax of your fingers over his eyelids they heavily fell closed and every muscle within his body fell slack. “What I’ve become is solely result of my choices. There’s no going back for me now.” One last tear slipped down your cheek while standing, swiping a small bag of personal belongings that lay nearby and pulling the hood of your coat up high enough to conceal your face. One last glance was spared to the now sleeping hero who seemed to be reaching for you. You’d called the authorities to leave a tip of where he was, meaning that this place could no longer be considered your home. It was time to find a new place. Was this going to be the last time you saw him? It would be fitting after the crimes you’ve committed, what you deserved. And still the heart in your chest ached while committing the visage of him to memory as the soft pitter-patter of rain sounded as the door opened with a twist of your hand. “Sayonara.”

And you disappeared into the growing fog of night as flickering lights appeared in the distance.

[amateurwind]

Chapter 4

Jason took one last drag from his cigarette as he entered the bat cave.

Bruce sat at the computer, Dick and the demon, sparring over to the side. Tossing away his cigarette Jason passes the threshold. Seriously this was all so normal. And yet he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was stirring.

This is messed up. It’s a stupid situation. Why was he the one that was sent to talk to the kid? This family was full of idiots. On what earth did that make any sense? Golden Boy was better at this family junk than he was and yet he was picked.

He sighed, thinking back to his conversation with the replacement. He delivered the message and let's just say there’s a lot that could be said, none of it good. The kid was still doing his best to avoid the bats. Which he could relate to. He didn't even really know why he decided to come back to the cave. Was it too late to leave? Stuffing his hands in his pockets the undead member of the clan starts to turn around to go back the way he came. Sadly, he’s half a second too late.

“Jay! You’re back! Is… Tim with you?”

Resigning himself to his fate, he steps towards the group. He’d been so close!

“Does it look like he’s with me?” Jason growled, gesturing to the empty space behind him. “I ain’t a miracle worker. I don’t even know what you were expecting me to do.”

“I agree with Todd,” Damian added. Jason could only stare at the brat in shock.

“Uh, thanks?” Disbelief, evident in Jason's voice.

“It was foolish to expect someone so incompetent to accomplish anything. We should have relied on someone more than one brain cell.”

Ah, there it is.

“Oh screw you brat! Look I gave him the message, ok! All he said was that he would keep it in mind. I still don't see why I had to be the one to tell em”. Jason ran a hand through his hair. “All I know is that the kid was suspicious, and I don’t blame em”. He turned to the computer knowing who was listening.

“Seriously O, why’d you tell me he needed help? The kid had everything well in hand when I got there, despite the two idiots that tried to leave. I don’t get why you sent me?”

“We drew your name.” Came O’s amused voice through the screen.

Growling in annoyance Jason pressed on. “Whatever, jerks. Anyway, he said he’s been just fine without our help and didn’t need it now. You're welcome! Can go now?”

He got no response but he didn't expect one either. He was annoyed. He knows he’s made that plain. The kid hadn’t answered their calls in months. He avoided them like the plague. Not that he didn’t get it. Jason never really rolled out the welcome mat when he took back the ghost. And his rampage after only solidified that message. On nights like this he wonder why Jason stuck around.

During all the drama when they thought B had bit it, Dick had somehow convinced him to come back. So he was still new to this whole ‘family’ thing. He knew good and well he wasn’t in the running for best brother ever. His history with replacement was explanation enough. He had hated the kid, and gone out of his way to make that known. So when Jason was accepted back into the fold, he hardly noticed the absence of his replacement. The few times he would run into Red on patrol Jason would still make jabs at the kid.

He winced slightly at the memory. While things were better, there was no excuse for his past actions. Oh, sure both Bruce and Dick said it was alright because he wasn’t in full control. He heard them sputter excuses for him all the time, but Jason knows it isn’t entirely true. A small part had been present but he stamped it down. Every time he caused the kid pain, or insulted him, the look on the kid's face... He enjoyed it. It was sick. Left him feeling a bit sick when he thought about it. It was no wonder the kid avoided him. He couldn’t honestly blame him. Not that he would ever say it.

The others tho, he didn't know what they did but they were all in the same boat. They obviously all had things to fix, but Replacement wasn’t giving them a chance. Understandable.

Lifting his eyes he could see that the others were thinking something similar. It took him a while to break through the pits' influence, as well as Talia’s lies. But he had eventually. He wanted to make things right and even tried to find the kid. But that turned out to be harder than it appeared. The jerk was slippery he’ll give him that.

“I’m just saying, given my record with the kid, coming from me, that message isn’t gonna mean much to him.”

“Well what are we supposed to do? He’s been ignoring all my calls and messages”. Dick turned looking every bit the kicked puppy he sounded like. Jason really couldn’t see the issue. If the kid didn’t want to talk, big deal.

“That may not be the case.”

Jason let out a confused huff. Everyone turned to stare at Bruce when his voice sounded from his place in front of the computer. Jason could see the man's face clearly. A perfect picture of concentration. His eyes narrowed and his mouth turned down. Jason rolls his eyes. The man was brooding. Bruce was at a loss and nothing made Bruce angrier than not knowing something.

“What do you mean Father.”

I spoke with him this afternoon.” Jason eyed the man as he brought his hands up, interlocking his fingers in concentration. “He said he hadn’t heard anything from any of us in months.”

What?

“What!”

Ah, at least Jason wasn’t the only one. That claim was ridiculous. They had all tried numerous times to get a hold of the kid. He never answered. Well, not any of Jason’s calls anyway, but that wasn't all too surprising. For obvious reasons.

“But I tried calling him just the other day! I’ve left messages on his phone and with his secretary when I wasn't getting through!” Dick practically shouts. They all knew that Dick had been trying to get ahold of him the most.

Something isn’t adding up here.

“I know. I mentioned the attempts of the others as well but he insisted he hadn’t received anything. He even showed me his phone history.” Bruce’s eyes narrowed further. “There was no record of any of our calls.”

“So what? He could have just cleared it.” Jason shrugged.

“No.” Jason tensed slightly at the adamant denial. “Tim keeps records of everything it’s one of the things that makes him dangerous.” Bruce turns to face them. “There were calls from WE and other contacts. Reporters, planners, and secretaries, but there were no calls from us within the last several months.”

The man pauses allowing everyone to process this information. And Jason did just that. This couldn’t be right. This shed a whole new light on the situation. If this was true then Tim wasn’t ignoring them, but that meant he probably thought that they were. Jason thinks back to Tim’s words about needing their help. Blast! The kid was practically dripping rejection. But all of this hinged on whether or not Bruce’s suspicions were correct.

“Ok supposing that is true. We still haven’t heard from him either. What makes you think he’s not just blocking us?” Dick questioned. That was a good point. Why hadn't the kid reached out? All eyes rested on Bruce waiting for his reply.

“He said that a lot of things changed while I was gone, and…and one thing that was made clear was he wasn’t welcome.”

Well, that was news to Jason. And if the disbelieving ‘what’ coming from Dick was any indication the same was true for him. Damian still had his usual sneer. Though Jason could detect a small undertone of regret coupled with frustration behind the scene. So something did happen. Huh, seems Jason missed that episode.

Jason focused back on Bruce. The man is still hunched in the chair facing them. He sees the subtle way Bruce’s jaw tenses, as he rests his elbows on his knees, bringing his hands to his face, Jason can’t help the spark of suspicion building in his mind. Something was wrong. There was something he wasn’t telling them.

“What did you do?” Jason prodded. His tone is accusing. He knew a guilty face when he saw one. Bruce was always a hard one to read. It was hard to see any emotion on his face, but he was pretty sure he can see regret. They all wanted to figure out what was going on and if there was any chance of that they needed to know what happened.

Jason watches as the man seemed to wrestle with himself. Whatever it is, it's not great. And sitting there waiting for the man to respond just shortened his already short fuse. Every second that ticked by, the harder it was to keep his rage in check. Just say it, for crying out loud!

“Father?”

Oh good, he wasn’t the only one who was sick of waiting. Despite the prompt, the jerk just sat there. Silently. Jason was gonna shoot someone.

“Just spit it out!” Sue him he was sick of waiting.

“I know that there are things, during my— absence that I don’t know about. I miscalculated the severity of the disagreement Dick mentioned.”

From the corner of his eye, Jason could see Dick pale. Even the Demon brat seemed to shuffle uncomfortably from his place next to the elder. Jason had still been awol then. He had heard brief mentions of that argument, but decided it wasn’t his place to pry. That and he hadn't cared at the time.

Apparently there was more involved. Confirmed by the eldest robin as he spoke, voice barely above a whisper, “Oh no.”

“ I asked him if the argument was worth ignoring his family over.”

All sound stopped abruptly.

“Bruce, tell me you didn’t.”

Jason flinches. Dick didn’t raise his voice. No his voice had lost all emotion. And that was scarier than Jason was ever willing to admit. He eyes his brother with confusion and a bit of annoyance. Whatever had gone down must’ve been tense. Jason was slightly miffed he’d missed out on the juicy bits.

“I had believed the argument to be minor, and thought addressing his behavior was the best way for things to be resolved quickly.”

Jason eyes widen when the scowl morphed slightly to show regret.

“Obviously, I miscalculated.”

Another brief silence rang throughout the cave before a scoff ended it.

“You have Got to be kidding me.”

“Jason.”

“No no, let me see if I have this straight. You had half a story. One you got from Dickie bird over there. The other half from experiencing the cold shoulder from the kid. Do I got this right so far?”

He stared at their leader before receiving and uncomfortable nod.

“Ok, then you— what? Make up some cockamamie reason to corner him then tell him to get over himself and to stop being a disappointment to the family?”

“I…I didn’t say that!“

Jason scoffs once more,”betcha that’s what the kid heard.” He waited for a response but was ultimately disappointed.

“Your silence is very interesting.” Eyeing the man before him.

“As much as it pains me to admit. Todd has a point Father.” Huh, well miracles never cease. Well who is he to look a gift horse in the mouth. He just about to continue with the bashing when.

“Ok thats enough! Jay. Dami. Back off!” Always the peace maker, that Dick.

“But he just…”

“I heard, and yes it was stupid. But this isn’t help anything.”

“It would make me feel better.” Jason mumbled taking a few steps back. Glancing at his brother when he felt his hand resting on his shoulder.

“Look B, That was a dumb. I not going to pretend it wasn’t. But you aren’t the only one who needs to apologize. I didn’t give you the full story. I’m not ready to tell you all about it now but you aren’t the only one who said things they shouldn’t.” Dick said. Looking more tired every second.

Jason really couldn’t blame him. He had only come back into the fold a few months after Tim had disappeared, but he had seen the stress on his brother’s face. Being Batman done things to the retired robin. The haunted look he had seen when Dick let his guard down was enough to rattle him as well. It was the look

Jason never pried but he knew it involved Tim. And when bruce came back it seemed to get worse. Dick had become like a man possessed. He’d try to call the kid constantly. He found his patrol route and work schedule but it seemed like his every attempt was thwarted.

Everyone had seen the toll the continuous disappointment had on the golden boy. Jason suspected, that didn’t help Damian’s attitude toward his predecessor. Or Jason either. If only because Dick kept bugging him about the kid.

Honestly, Jason understood why Bruce believed Tim to be responsible. Heck, he had thought the same thing himself. Everything had pointed to the boy, ignoring them. Nobody could get through. Every attempt to get in contact with the replacement had been blocked. Blocked?

Hold on…

“Wait a minute! Back up! What do you mean there was no record of us contacting him.” Jason questioned. “All of us have tried getting in contact with him at some point but you're saying he never got anything?”

A suspicion was worming its way into his mind. An idea slowly taking form. He hoped he was wrong.

Now Jason wasn’t the most tech savvy of the bunch but even he could tell something was wrong with that. The kid hadn’t changed his number, O had already confirmed that. It can’t be a faulty phone either cuz Tim always had top of the line equipment. And even if the kid’s phone was busted he could probably fix it himself.

No, somethings wrong. The barest whispers of fear started to slide up from the back of his mind. This whole thing was beginning to sound like a pincer moment. Tim was being isolated.

Jason darts to the computer, shoving past the onlookers and ignoring the questions as his hands fly over the keys. He didn’t have time to explain, if his speculations were true, they needed to find out yesterday. He briefly shouts to Oracle to hack into every cellphone tower, satellite, and landline, down the hand held radio. He needed to see everything that could send a single… now.

It didn't take Oracle long to give him what he needed. Now he can track every signal in Gotham.

“Dick, call Tim!” His tone gave no room for argument. He needed to see.

“Jay what’s…?”

“Now!”

“Ok…. its ringing?”

Jason watches the the signal ping in a location somewhere in the west before another interrupts it and redirects the call to a different number completely. His Head whips over his shoulder to bruce, so fast he is sure whiplash would be jealous.

All eyes focus on the screen. He catches Dick’s eyes as the third ring sounds then disconnects. Bruce stands glaring in light of this information. Jason had seen that expression only a handful of times. Saved for the situations in particular where the family was threatened. Bruce is worried. Blast it! They all are.

This was new variable. They all had mistakingly believed that Tim was ignoring them and left it alone. In reality something was interfering. Someone was isolating his little brother. And they only just noticed now.

How long had this been going on? How long ago did it start?

“Oracle is there a way can you track were the interruption is coming from.” B’s command cuts through all the thoughts flying through Jason’s mind.

“Already on it.” Jason chances a glance around. He can see his family showing various stages of realization. All waiting with bated breath for Oracle to find the origin of the signal.

“I…I can’t get a read on it! There something blocking me! Give me a sec…”

Jason holds his breath.

“….NO! No no no…I’ve been shut out”! I’m blind…THEY BACK HACKED ME!”

Icy dread fill his stomach. Just who were they dealing with?

“Tt. It seems we are a few steps behind.”

Jason couldn’t argue with that. They would need to figure this out and fast.

“Oh it. Is. On— Guys? It’s going to take me a bit to get everything back online but I’ll find out who’s responsible! They messed the wrong gal!”

“Keep us informed.”

“You got it B. O out.”

Jason gave a sharp grin. Whoever is doing this has just made some serious mistakes. First was pissing O off. Second was going after one of their own. It was time to show whoever or whatever it was that Bats Swarm.

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Somewhere in Gotham.

(???)

Elsewhere in a dark penthouse room, filled with artifacts, tapestries, and other antiques. A man stands behind an ornate desk, looking out of large windows at the busy streets of Gotham below. The man boasted of lean physic and imposing stature. accentuated By his three-piece suit with burgundy and gold accents.

Out of the darkness another figure approaches. Stopping just in-front of the stately desk, bows, brings a fist to its chest, and awaits a command.

“Report.”

“Someone has discovered the tap, Grand Master.”

The Man moves from the window and settles down in the chair behind the desk. Staring intently at the messenger before him. The messenger awaited a response, Steadily growing more and more anxious the longer the silence continues. Until…

“Really?” The man chuckles. Hands rising from the cold wood, tapping his finger tips together, he continues.

“Hmm, it took longer than anticipated. Oh well, it is of no consequence. The process has already begun.”

The man leans forward in his chair. The Porcelain owl mask on his face is revealed by the outside lights.

“Inform our plant, It is time to move to the second phase of the plan.” He turns his chair around. Back facing the messenger.

“Beware the Court of Owls, Who watches all the time.”

The messenger straitens. “They watch you in your bed. Speak not a whispered word of them, lest they send a Talon for your head.”

Finishing the rhyme the Messenger backs away and disappears into the darkness.

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[george-washingmachine73]

“You shouldn’t have said that”

just a small oneshot, post movie.

If there’s one thing everyone knows in encanto it’s that you don’t insult the Madrigals, with the family being in town all the time it’s bound to get back to you one way or another

Mirabel was walking through town, minding her own business like she always had, her eyes were focused on the book in front of her and her ears tuned out all conversations around her, she was in her own little world and was content that way, the town was content to let her stay that way as well.

 “-that bruja, Pepa Madrigal, ever since the magic came back she has refused to water the crops for us, her husband gets angry whenever we bring it up! Last time I checked our town eating is more important than her stupid emotions, she’s already super emotional anyway, after she’s done crying she forgets about it and leaves us to deal with all the damage, she doesn’t care about it because it’s all ‘clear skies’ again”

 Mirabel stopped and listened when she heard Pepas name, with each new line of complete bullshit that left that guys mouth she could feel herself growing angrier, she wasn’t about to let him get away with badmouthing her amazing tia, she looked up and saw that it was Diego, of course it was him, he was a farmers son and always complained too much, he had a huge ego and expected everything to be done for him, then bragged about amazing and difficult feats he most certainly hadn’t accomplished, he also bullied Mirabel, she would let him get away with that but this was too far.

 “What the hell did you just say about my tia? Just because she won’t water your fathers fields for him doesn’t mean that you’re gonna starve, there’s a river right beside your house! You’re just too lazy to put any actual work into “your” farm, if you can even call it that, my sisters grows your plants for you and my tia waters them, but even when she does that you find something to complain about, you were whining about the destruction in her wake, what, were the fields a little too muddy for you to do your weekly walk through? That’s the only actual work you do on your farm, any actual damage done by her is repaired by her and Luisa!”

 Mirabel wanted to say more, her tia was very aware of the damage she caused, one time Luisa (who was the only one able to bear the full power of her storms) had gotten struck by lightning and Pepa spent the entire week apologizing and offering to chores for her, she even gave up drinking black coffee so Luisa could have more, when Luisa recovered they jumped right back into arguing about it again though.

 Diego looked shocked and angry, Mirabel wasn’t wrong but she just called him out in the middle of town, he wasn’t about to take that

 “shut up you stupid nobody, what are you gonna do about it? Cry? Even as terrible as your tias gift is at least she got one, I bet your family wants nothing more than to get rid of you”

She turned the other direction and started walking away, at least he had stopped talking about her family, that was all that really mattered to Mirabel, she still really wanted to teach him a lesson for saying that about her tia but she could let it go, this time, but if he said one more thing-

“-you’re nothing but a curse like your tio Bruno! I guess being a failure runs in the family”

 Mirabel stopped in her tracks, growling under her breath so quietly no one but Dolores could hear

 “you shouldn’t have said that”

 Isabela and Camilo were in the small crowd that formed around the yelling teens, they could see Mirabel stopped and her lips moving, they heard what the other boy said and were about to go beat him up themselves when Mirabel whipped around and tackled him, making him hit the stony street instantly, he cried out on pain but Mirabel didn’t give him a chance to recover, instantly pouncing on top of him and punching him over and over, he threw a few weak punches in her direction but Mirabels barely felt them, she was too intent on breaking every bone in his body, when his nose cracked she smiled, that was one down.

 Isabela and Camilo watched from the side, neither of them made a move to help the boy, Camilo was debating grabbing popcorn, Isabela had a slight grin on her face

 “should we step in or..?”

 “Nah, she’s got this”

 nobody in the crowd wanted to get in the fray of that, when Mirabel hit she hit hard, Diego’s eyes were both swollen and purple, his nose was bent out of shape and bleeding profusely, his lips were split and puffy, blood ran from his mouth, a weak groan escaped his lips but Mirabel wasn’t done yet, her mind was a haze of anger.

 Dolores finally arrived on the scene pulling Luisa behind her, she knew this was the most likely outcome when she heard Diego and Mirabel start to argue so she went to find Luisa, Luisa strode forward and split the crowd, pushing through them easily, she didn’t look surprised by Mirabels violence, more tired or unimpressed, this obviously want her first rodeo.

 She reached towards Mirabel, trying to get a grip on her while dodging her flailing limbs, but she failed and got punched across the jaw and in the arms a few times before she could finally slightly pull Mirabel off of Diego, he groaned and tried to sit up but Mirabel broke out of Luisa’s grasp, she reached and grabbed a large vase that was on display outside of the potters and swung it around, Luisa kept Mirabel from reaching Diego and in her rage she blindly turned her violence on Luisa, swinging the vase at her instead but Luisa brought a forearm up and blocked it from hitting the side of her head, as Mirabel recovered from the momentum of swinging such a heavy object Luisa grabbed her, tucking her underneath an arm and pinning her still punching arms to her sides.

 Luisa reached down to the ground and picked up Mirabels glasses, it would be impossible to put them on without them falling off again, Mirabel was shaking her head and gnashing her teeth, her entire body was trying to wiggle out of Luisa’s grip, Luisa just folded them and put them on the front of her shirt and used her free hand to try and steady Mirabels head while taking sternly to her

 “you need to calm down hermanita, I won’t put you down until you are under control again”

 Diego coughed, finally managing to stand up before collapsing into the arms of his friends, he tried to speak through swollen lips

 “She’s fucking psychotic! She could’ve killed me! She needs to be-“

 “You shut up” Luisa sneered, now looming angrily over him with a still rabid Mirabel under her arm, she glared down at him and he shrunk a little more

 “if I hear one more fucking word leave your mouth I’ll be the one trying to break all of your bones, and I’ll succeed”

 he whimpered under gaze and tried to walk away, half limping with a friend under each arm while hissing in pain, he tried not to fall over his own feet when Luisa called after him

 “you can forget about seeing my mama for your pain, Dolores will tell her about everything you said”

——————

Luisa eventually made it back to her room, Mirabel would give a halfhearted jerk every few steps but had mostly tired herself out, her teeth were tightly clenched together so Luisa couldn’t feed her yet with the few arepas she grabbed on her way through the kitchen.

 Luisa sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, wishing Mirabel want so damn protective of her family, then she wouldn’t have to waste her time and energy stopping her from murdering random people in the street every few weeks, while it was awesome to see awful people get what they deserve it would be considerably less awesome if her hermanita was convicted of first degree murder.

 Luisa gave Mirabel a gentle squeeze as she wiggled again

 “I’m gonna put you down now, but if you try to hit me again I’m gonna pick you right back up”

 Mirabel growled in response, but didn’t attempt to swing at Luisa as she got set on her feet, Luisa sat on her bed so they were at the same level and put her hands on Mirabels shoulders

 “What did I say about attacking people”

 “…not to do it”

 “And what do you do if you feel like attacking someone”

 “…get you or Isabela”

 “this is the second time this month Mira”

 “he deserved it! He was saying the most awful things about-“

 “Mirabel!”

 Luisa growled angrily and sighed again, her grip on Mirabels shoulders had slightly tightened, then it relaxed again, Mirabel went quiet and let her speak

 “it’s pretty damn annoying to have my chores interrupted just because-!”

 Luisa took a breath, trying to bring her voice back to a normal level

 “just because you can’t control yourself”

 Mirabel looked at the floor, her eyes a little misty, she scratched her arm and Luisa instantly regretted raising her voice, Mirabel sounded so sad when she spoke

 “…I’m sorry, I really am, I don’t mean to interrupt your chores or anything”

 her voice had a small waver in it and Luisa’s anger disappeared, she could never stay mad at her hermanita, Mirabel looked up at her with a few stray tears on her cheeks

 “you aren’t… mad at me, are you?”

 “Of course not Mira, c’mere”

 Luisa opened her arms and Mirabel rushed in, Luisa grunted at the sudden impact and fell backwards while Mirabel buried her face in her shirt, drying her tears, her arms were wrapped tightly around Luisa but soon relaxed as she curled up on Luisa’s chest, letting the warmth of Luisa’s body seep into her, her energy was finally drained, Luisa lightly patted her on the back and wrapped an arm around her

 “That fight really tired you out, didn’t it”

 “mhm”

 Mirabel couldn’t find the energy to open her mouth, but slightly nodded her head

 “I still have chores to do y’know”

 “nm”

 the noise that left her wasn’t quite an answer but her head slightly shook, her limbs tightened around Luisa and relaxed again, too tired to hold that position, it was an obvious no, Mirabel was sleepy and Luisa was her mattress, she refused to leave Luisa when she got comfortable and Luisa would never knowingly remove her if she didn’t want to go, which she never did

 “alright, I’ll stay, I can never say no to you anyway, you’re lucky you’re so adorable and baby sized”

 Mirabel wanted to come up with a retort but her mind was too fuzzy to do so, a small smile was on her face, she abused the power that the position of favourite sister held whenever she got the chance, Luisa knew she would be stuck here for a few hours at least when she heard Mirabels slight snores, but she didn’t mind, to have the (occasionaly) murderous teen curled up on her like a kitten made potential starvation and dehydration all worth it in her mind.

 She closed her eyes, she could feel Mirabels soft curls tickling her neck, eventually her snores accompanied Mirabels soft ones, and there they stayed for the rest of the day and night. 

[sincelastsession]

I'm so tired and overwhelmed.

Yesterday my partner helped me a bit and then went to do his own thing. I had to make sure to eat. I had to go find a nice tree and observe it. I had to shirk all responsibilities for the day. I fucked up on the shirk responsibilities.

I fucked up by calling my mom, my psychiatrist's office to change appointments, and cleaning when I should have left it. I'm not mad at myself, I'm not punished, he wanted me to relax, it's hard to relax on my own and it helped.

My mom and dad do not understand that I need to move. I don't think they take me seriously. My ptsd and autistic sensory issues are on fire. It's hard to get anything done without earplugs in or a headset. I have cried to my mother on the phone. She made everything about herself. She was nasty and cruel. I'm not speaking with my dad because I have gotten no apology or heard of changed behavior. Mom is often very difficult but easier to talk to. Yesterday she was very difficult and awful to me. It ruined my sense of accomplishment for the day.

Today is not going well. I'm worried my partner is mad at me because tone is hard to read over text and I said something stupid in response to something he was Thrilled about. It's making my stomach turn. I'm worried he will be done with me I always worry that.

Turned out my brain is very mean and scared like a feral animal. Oh wait. Isn't that part of my brain still there completely overactive and not wanting to go out of hypervigiliance causing me all the problems?

It is.

He called me and I tried my best to listen more because he didn't feel like I'd been listening. I have since forgotten half if what he said and I feel like an asshole but I know it's stress. Things just kept popping up that I was excited to tell him about and I was so scared I'd forget. I think I gave him most of the conversation this time. There was more I said in text later. He helped me shop today. I was having a hard time just leaving my apartment and I keep waking up extremely anxious. Today it was not easy but better than expected. Me and my partner covered so many subjects. He complimented me on many things and it was the longest conversation we've had in months. It's cool to have a partner who lol may be a pain in the ass and have his problems but he seems to want to grow and I love that about him. His truck broke later and he and his roommate handled it. We did talk about the Justin situation, every man I've consulted has been basically like "nah"

Ashley who I've had a thing for for years has been flirty and I'm a bit swoony abt that. It's literally never going to be a thing but we enjoy our chats.

I'm worried about Trav. He's taking care of the issue he's having though and not to worry he says. I'm a worrier so ofc I worried and asked him if he needed a break from my chatter. He said that wasn't it and I let him know to tell me if he was burnt out chatting ever.

It's scary when things are going well in an area of your life like your relationship and friendship. I keep waiting on the other shoe to drop.

My neighbors are getting thier kids to antagonize me. I'm going to start doing witchcraft on my balcony Joshua. (Kidding sorta) but honestly what does one do with nightmare neighbors? It's late as hell and I can hear them fussing again. No one will do anything about it. I'm pissed and triggered as hell by the noise. Earplugs and headphones won't help forever and it hurts my ears to wear em all the time.

My parents basically said they'd help me find a place then had a tantrum when I showed them places because they believe they aren't safe. Then they wanted to look at the most expensive places. Then I found other places outside of the bad parts of town and they weren't satisfied with those and told me to basically fuck off abt it. I mean I'm aware of the fucking time line I know dad doesn't work and start getting paid till late next month, I know mom is busy almost 24/7 and always has a reason not to talk to me.

I'm going to bed. Very excited to be asleep. Hoping for no dreams unless they're good. It's hard to get to bed for me. I fight sleep. We all can guess why.

[whatissleepeven]

Okay so imagine the brothers are offered back their divinity if they kill the MC. How would they react? (Oh or for more angst- get back Lilith in exchange for MC’s life?)

Ohohoho, is this angst hour I sense? Thank you for this ask, and I’m...sorry in advance for the heavy feelings-

(Me: Okay angst time, time to play the appropriate song

*begins playing Spiderman Pizza Delivery Theme*

Me: let’s begin)

Trigger Warnings: Panic Attack (Beel’s Prompt), PTSD Symptoms (Also Beel’s Prompt), Talk of Loss

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Obey Me! Brothers’ Reactions To An Ultimatum

Lucifer

Well, he certainly does think about it.

No, not about the divinity...but about Lilith.

They could have her back in their lives? All for the price of one human?

This human, who has caused him nothing but grief and throws themselves head-first into danger.

If this was towards the beginning of the program, he’d be more inclined to take it-

But he doesn’t.

He can’t do that to you. Not you. You, who had repaired their broken family. You, who had seen all of their flaws and strengths and passions and fears and embraced them.

You, who continues to smile so brightly and say his name with utmost faith in him.

He lowers his arm. You look fearful, but...resigned. Like it will be fine, like it was okay if he killed you.

He hates it.

“Does your life matter to you that little?”

You smile sadly, and a small portion of him wants to scream. No no no, it cries out, this isn’t how you’re supposed to be! Your smiles aren’t supposed to be full of sorrow!

“Your sister meant-...means a lot to you. To all of you. Who am I to take that away, huh?”

He walks over to you, his steps measured. You close your eyes, waiting for the killing blow-

A weight settles on your head, giving it a few rubs. “You are worth more than you could ever know. Remember that.”

He continues to walk, heading out the door. A few tears drip from your face onto the floor.

He could care less about his divinity. If he had to choose here or the Celestial Realm, he’d much rather stay here. He knows, deep in his heart, that Lilith lived a long and successful life.

You, however, are irreplaceable.

Mammon

“H-Hey...ya gotta be kidding me.”

“Well?” You grin, holding your arms out. Your stance is peaceful, like all you’re asking for is a hug. But he knows better.

Divinity and Lilith? All for killing-...

For killing you?

He hates this. He hates the look in your eyes, hates the trust you’re showing him, and hates your bleeding heart that’s just waiting to be taken for granted. Hell, it already has been taken for granted.

“What do you think you’re doin’, playin’ the hero? Wanting to sacrifice yourself? You think that’ll make us happy?!” Tears gather in the corners of his eyes.

You lower your arms, shocked. “Wha-”

You let out a small oomph as he tackles you into a hug, pulling you close.

“You’re trembling, ya idiot.” He mumbles, and you feel something wet drip onto your shirt. He’s crying, you realize. He’s crying because this hurts him.

“Mammon...I-”

He pulls back to clamp his hands down onto your shoulders. “Save it!” He barks forcefully, making you blink. “Ya really thought I’d give all this up? For something that’s already happened? I like what we got goin’ here. My brothers like this life way better than the ones we had in the Celestial Realm. Everyone’s happier lately, and it’s ‘cause of you.”

The minute trembling that ran through your body before returns in full force, tears pooling forth as you grip his shirt. He pulls you back into the hug, and you feel safe. That’s right; he’s your number one protector, the Avatar of Greed.

How could you forget that?

He grins, reaching a hand up to ruffle your hair in a playful manner. You laugh thickly, your tears still falling. “You’re stuck with the Great Mammon, and don’tcha forget it!”

Because you are his priceless treasure. Not Lilith, not some stupid divinity...

You.

Leviathan

Leviathan has always been the outcast.

His passions, his fears, his confidence...All of those are wildly different from his brothers’. He’s not as close as Beel and Belphie are, or as Lucifer and Mammon are, or as Asmo and Satan are.

He’s the black sheep of the family.

“Y-You’re leaving it up to me...?”

You nod. Oh, how he wishes this was just a run-through of an anime script. You two would spend long hours into the night reading the lines and acting them out, repeating each scene until it was done flawlessly.

But reality is far too cruel.

“It’s your family. Your story. I’m just a side character, if you will.”

Your smile is cynical. He wants nothing more than to throw his spare Ruri-chan blanket around your shoulders and force you to marathon the entire series of “I Love My Best Friend But I Get Everything Back If I Kill Them...I Have A Choice To Make!”.

He takes a step forward. Then another. “You...Why would you do that?”

You laugh, a warm sound that serves to make his stomach knot with dread.

“Because I love you guys, why else?”

Silence. He doesn’t know what to say. What’s the right thing to do? What can he do, with his small confidence?

He’s struck with a memory, of the two of you gaming in his room. He had felt terrible due to his brothers critiquing his love for anime to the point he started to berate himself for it, and you merely patted his shoulder while telling him words he’d never forget.

“There’s things only you can do, Levi. So when you start to overthink...just feel, and let your body handle the rest.”

It’s time to take you up on your advice.

“Ghk-!” You stumble as he lunges at you, the both of you toppling to the floor. He’s crying, clinging to you like a lifeline.

“I-I could never kill the Henry to my Lord of Shadows...Every Lord of Shadows only has one Henry...!!”

Leviathan has always been the outcast. He still is, but when he’s with you he feels like he belongs.

Satan

“No.”

“...Huh.” You blink at him. You’re not sure if you heard him right. Did he just-...say “no”?

“No.” He says again, his eyes narrowing. “Please tell me you’re joking about this.”

Why? Why would you throw away your life like that? For their “happiness”? Give him a break.

“What do you think you’re accomplishing by doing this?” His voice starts quiet, growing in volume as he steps towards you. You backpedal, not expecting the angered response, which only serves to fuel his fury.

“Do you think it’d make us happy? Do you think we’d jump at the chance to sacrifice you for something that’s better long forgotten? Do you really think so little of us? Well? ANSWER ME!!”

You flinch as he gets in your personal space, only to freeze when arms wrap around you and squeeze you tight.

“I was born from Lucifer’s wrath, the only bona-fide demon among my other brothers. For a long time, all I knew was anger and hate,” he whispers, stubbornly refusing to look at your shocked gaze. “I began to read to learn more, to be able to feel other emotions. But the anger and hate stayed, concealed by the thin veil I constructed to make myself more likeable. More polite. More charming.”

He wanted nothing to do with Lucifer. He wanted it so bad it hurt. So he built himself a brand-new personality, becoming someone others could rely on, all so he could spite him.

And then you came along.

Your eyes water as you realize that you feel him shaking. “I never met her, you know, but I’ve seen her through his eyes. I feel his lingering pain, and sometimes it makes me want to tear my own chest out,” he says, voice wobbling. “But to ask you to do that...to give you up for something I have no right to feel upset about...it’s something I won’t do. Ever. Not when you saved me.”

You rest your hand on his back as you return the hug, a choked sob escaping you. “Satan, I-”

“You saved me.” He whispers fervently. “Do you understand? That means everything.”

You claw the back of his shirt, your breath hitching as you succumb to your tears. You both end up falling to the floor, hugging each other like your lives depend on it.

He doesn’t need divinity he’s never had. No, not when he has you.

Asmodeus

“Oh, love...you...”

He could go back? He could go back and get his little sister back?

But if he did, then you’d-...you’d...

“I know how much you miss being the Jewel of the Heavens.” You say, sitting next to him. It’s supposed to be a quiet night, one where you both relax and take care of each other, but then this opportunity appeared and-

He...didn’t know what to do.

- No, that was a lie. He knew exactly what to do. There was only ever one option for him.

“I’m hurt.”

You look over at him, surprised. His voice is small and he’s pouting, but there’s a tremble in his bottom lip as his eyes shine with unshed tears.

“I’m hurt, you know!” He repeats, and by now you’re pretty sure your mouth hangs open. “I’m hurt that you’d think so low of me!”

You scramble to explain. “Asmo, that’s not-”

“But it is!” He cries, interrupting you. “It’s exactly that! Did you think I would actually take that chance?!”

Your eyes soften. You go to place a hand on his shoulder, only to still when he slaps it away. “...Asmo.”

He throws himself at you, wrapping his arms around your neck as he clings to you. You don’t have the heart to throw him off, wrapping your own arms around him.

“We’ve come all this way because of you.” He murmurs against you. “And you’re the only one who loves me for me. Although, my looks are definitely a strong point-”

You chuckle weakly, feeling your own tears start to fall. He smiles once he hears you, happy to know that he lifted your mood even if it was just by a little.

“-if I gave you up, these past years would have been for nothing. So, no; I won’t do it. Besides, have you seen the following I have down here? I’m on my way to becoming the Jewel of Devildom!”

You move one hand to rest on his head, a warm smile spreading across your face. You don’t notice how he looks at your expression with awe and adoration, giving his head a few pats.

“I know you can do it.”

Well. With you by his side, he can do anything.

Beelzebub

This isn’t happening. This- This can’t be happening.

Not again...not again...!

He grasps his chest and stumbles back from you, and he hears the way you call his name with worry in your voice. You sound far away, he thinks to himself. Are you already dead? Where is he? Did he fail again? Is this the Celestial War? Maybe that’s why he smells iron, hears screaming, hears himself screaming. It’ll explain the pain at least, and he would chuckle if he wasn’t too busy gasping for air.

Ah, his heart feels like it’s on fire it hurts so bad. Is it tearing itself in two? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know what to do...he doesn’t know who to choose-

It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. It hurts...!

“Beel, can you hear me? Take deep breaths. Okay? Please, breathe!”

- Huh?

He feels something on his face. What is that?

Oh, this warmth...It’s almost like-

Your name falls from his lips. You sigh in relief, sitting back.

“I’m glad you’re okay. How do you feel?”

How do you feel? You just said it was okay if he chose his angel status and Lilith over you, and you’re asking him how do you feel?

He lowers his hands, frowning at you. “...Why did you ask me?”

His voice is small. Fragile. Your heart breaks at the sound of it, tears building as you see his form shake.

“Why did you ask me, when the last time I did something I murdered my sister?”

You pat his arm, reaching a hand over to give him a side hug. “Remember what Lucifer said. She wasn’t murdered; she lived happily as a human, right up until she died of old age.”

All the more reason not to do it.

He sinks into your hold. You shoulder his weight with no complaints. “I can’t do it. You’re family; I-” he swallows past the lump in his throat, tears streaming down his face. “...I love you too much.”

Because he could care less about his angel status. Because Lilith already lived her life of peace. It still hurts, but you were the one to hold his hand when he had nightmares. You were the one who saw past his intimidating form and hung out with him.

You are important, and Beelzebub will take on the Celestial Realm himself if anything happened to you.

Belphegor

...He’s quiet.

Well, it’s to be expected. He hates humanity, and it’s his younger sister we’re talking about here, not to mention how close they were.

“So?” You ask as you lean back, the wall of the planetarium supporting your weight. “I don’t mind if you choose her and your status. It’s-”

“I could give a rat’s ass about my status as an angel.” He snaps. “Just shut up for a second and listen.”

You shut your mouth. What were you gonna say to that? An angry Belphie is not a Belphie to speak lightly with.

You jolt a bit as you feel hands lightly smack against your cheeks, smooshing your face. He tugs your head so that you’re staring at him, and it’s then that you notice how his eyes waver.

“I killed you,” he says, his brows furrowing, “I killed you. And yet you’d let me choose?”

You snort, raising a hand to cover his own. “Yep. Your move, Sleeping Beauty.”

He doesn’t understand. Why would you give him that power? He had robbed you from your family when he took your life. He temporarily washed out your future.

Did you really trust him that much...?

“It tore Beel and I apart when we learned she was dead. I-...I blamed myself.” He starts, and you don’t have the heart to stop him. Not when you already made peace with your end. “I started eating less, sleeping more. I despised Lucifer, and I despised all of humanity for taking my little sister away from me.”

You remained quiet. He lets out a frustrated huff, shaking you a bit.

“And then you came. You freed me from that place, you mended what was broken, and you-...you forgave me. And I will never betray that trust; not now, and not in the future.”

He bumps his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. You close yours as well, feeling the tears drip from your face and onto the floor. He’s...choosing you? Over everything he’s ever wanted?

What did you do to deserve someone like him in your life?

“So don’t you forget it, you idiot.”

[widow-maximov]

Mistakes

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

Warning: Language, angst, little fluff, death

Summary: Constant lies could leave unforgettable pain and sometimes even worse....

Word count: 3.7K

Second part: The Impact

My requests are always open so feel more than welcome to pop in a suggestion for the next story :3

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It has been days? Weeks? Or maybe even months since you found out the worse news that anyone could recieve. You always had a normal life, just like you would expect with some good and bad balanced.

You joined the Avengers to help and your mother was more than proud of your accomplishments, you always thought you had everything you wanted until you met someone.

The most gorgeous woman that anyone could lay their eyes on, and you were lucky enough to even spend longer than couple seconds with her.

Natasha Romanoff

The woman of everyone's dreams, especially yours because come on, who wouldn't want to date someone like Natasha, only really stupid and crazy don't.

This woman never took any particular interest in anyone but when she met you, something inside her soft yet protected heart called out for you, the way you smiled and laughed and cracked some lame jokes always made her smile even if she had to look away to do so.

You were the first person to grab Natasha's attention since a long time so she knew you were special, so getting closer to you was something she was afraid of but tried with every cell of her body.

Well she didn't have to try too hard because everything about her just wanted to know everything about you or so she believed. She liked you whilst you fell for her deeper each day, the team was happy when they found out that yous are dating.

Natasha seemed okay with everything, of course she was your first for everything which she didn't know, it was embarrassing for you as she always knew what she was doing so you wanted to impress her.

Your first mistake was agreeing to go out with her...

It was a normal day, any other day without missions being signed, just normal day to relax before the stress starts, you was sitting by your laptop with a wine glass, just enjoying your day in bed, you wasn't planning to do anything that day until F.R.I.D.A.Y informed you to open the door.

Were you confused? Yes, but you did it anyways, she stood there dressed like she was going out somewhere with a single flower in hand, she was smiling as she eyed you from head to toe.

You weren't exactly dressed for guests, you were in your pjs which caused Natasha to laugh a little "Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you but I came here with an important question"

You looked a little worried, why would Natasha turn up at your door with a single flower and wanting to ask you a question, she must need advice right?

"Sure, what is it Nat?"

She extended her hand towards you that held the flower "Do you want to go out on a date with me?"

Your eyes widen at her words, your mouth opened as you kept staring into her eyes, if you heard that right, she was asking you out on a date.

You guys have hanged out before but you never read anything into it, she was hot and you always thought you were okay, you out of everyone would have never thought she wanted to go on a date with you.

"Well? What do you say?" She spoke up again when there was no answer from you.

You took the flower with a huge smile as you nodded "Yes I will go on a date with you"

And there it was, that choice that you never thought would turn out to be a mistake of your life, in that moment it was everything you wanted.

She took you around the city to places you never been before, you felt special in those moments because it was you that was with her and not some other person, she asked you..

She held your hand and always made sure you were her top priority in that moment, it was like no one else was around her but you, she treated you like no one ever has.

The last place she took you was a little hill that was a little bit further from the city, that had the perfect view of the sunset and the city slowly lighting itself up.

She held you with so much pride and joy that you almost forgot that she wasn't the break-your-jaw black widow. She was gentle and soft and she gave out that warmth that you always needed.

She felt like your safe space and you really loved that about her, you knew if her arms were your safe space, only good things could come from the kiss that you wanted the whole time.

She never kissed you because she never wanted to pressure you into something you might regret, she preferred to wait till you were comfortable enough or initiated the kiss first, she was perfect in your eyes as you were blinded by her warmth...

Your second mistake was going parties with her...

After dating for some time, you slowly started to get attached to her, whilst she wanted to feel free, each weekend she would want to party at Tony's parties, of course you wanting to be the supportive girlfriend you went with her.

It was something she didn't particularly like but she was somewhat drunk to not care where you were during that time. Of course you kept your eye out for her in case she gotten too drunk but she was a Russian, she was used to bigger amounts of alcohol than that.

This particular night changed your view on her, you wanted to spend your day with her, cuddled up and watching whatever she wanted but she already had different plans for that day which you weren't aware off.

"How about we stay in today and just watch some movies to relax from last mission?" You suggested as you walked up to her and hugged her from behind.

She stiffened from your hug as she slowly pushed herself out of your embrace, facing you "I already have different plans for today.."

"Oh.." You were taken back by her bluntness.

"Yeah.." She awkwardly said as she walked past you to get herself new clothes for todays party.

"What are those plans?" You asked as you watched her.

"I'm going to Tony's party tonight" She casually said as she flipped through some clothes.

You rubbed the back of your neck "But you have been going to those every week, can you not spend one day with me?"

She turned so fast, that if you weren't watching you wouldn't know she wasn't face you "I spend everyday with you"

"Well not really.. You spend most of the day training-" You tried to raise your point.

"You know I invited you here to relax not to argue so you can leave if that's where this is heading.." She spoke so bluntly as if you didn't matter to her at all.

You closed your mouth as you stared at her with shock, she turned back continuing what she was doing, after couple minutes of silence you spoke up "I'll go with you to that party"

"Okay?" She made it sound like she didn't really care.

"uh.. I will go get change and I will come back here so we can go there together" You voiced the idea with a little joy in your voice.

"Don't bother, I will be there already"

"Oh.. uh okay then, I guess I will see you there then" You spoke to her back but there was no reply from her, you took that as your queue to leave.

When you arrived there, the party already started and practically all of your teammates were buzzed from the alcohol, you weren't sure if that was the place you wanted to be but since your girlfriend was here.

It went all good until Natasha have gotten drunk to the point of flirting with everyone, even in front of you and treating you like she didn't know you.

It hurt you deeply to see how Natasha treated you, the team noticed as well but no one dared to say anything, they were simply afraid of Natasha, she was always a private person so even if you were liked by everyone, they didn't want to cause more trouble.

You were by the bar with your drink alone, you had someone approach you but you dismissed them really quickly, you turned around to look for Natasha, you wanted to tell her you were going back to your room.

That's when you saw her with another girl, you wouldn't think of it but what happened next was what crossed a line, the girl put her hands on Natasha's face and they both started to kiss.

That hurt more than anything, it broke your heart into pieces that were unrecoverable, you marched down to them and pushed Natasha away from her.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" You screamed at her as you held back tears.

Natasha looked at you confused and then rolled her eyes, looked back at the girl and wrapped her arm around her "Let's continue this soon"

You scoffed "Are you kidding me?!"

The girl finally spoke up "What's your deal?"

You looked over at the girl, she wasn't that much older than you "My deal is that you're kissing my girlfriend!"

The girl took a step back as she looked from you to Natasha and then suddenly the guilt that came over her face as she looked at you "Oh my! I am so sorry, I didn't know, she said she was single! I would've never done that. Please forgive me"

You sighed as you nodded "It's okay" It really wasn't, your girlfriend was ready to cheat on you within seconds and you were ready to forgive her because she was everything you had.

She walked away, leaving you with Natasha alone "You scared off my hook up!"

You swallowed down the feeling of wanting to break down as you looked back at Natasha "You were ready to cheat on me? Don't I mean anything to you?"

The redhead shook her head "No, I am using you to just sleep with you, you mean nothing to me"

That's all that it took to break everything you tried to hold together, with tears now streaming down your face, the broke look across your face did nothing to Natasha.

"Now I have to find someone else-" Before she could finish and do that, she started to be sick all over the floor.

All you wanted to do was leave her there but you couldn't, you took her back to her room and took care of her, she fell asleep on you as you silently cried yourself to sleep.

It took everything in you to not leave, you couldn't it would feel like giving up and that's not something you do. When you spoke up, Natasha was stirring up from sleep.

You looked over as she opened her eyes, she had a dull look in her eyes, it took her a second to realise how she got to bed, she smiled slightly.

"How are you feeling?" You asked after clearing your throat.

She nodded as she swallowed her slight guilt "I'm sorry for whatever happened yesterday"

You had slight relief in your eyes "Whatever happened yesterday? You don't remember?"

She shook her head, you could've told her in that moment but you just couldn't get it out, so you just nodded and she hugged into you as your vision have gotten blurry...

Your third mistake was putting up with it for so long.

It took a whole year of Natasha coming back to your shared room, drunk, hangover, covered in hickeys or not coming back at all, the constant apologising and coming up with bunch of lies to make you stay.

So you took it, you wanted to spend your time with her and anyone who know your situation always told you that you should leave her but you couldn't.

In a way you liked the way she hurt you because she always came back apologising with more lies, only if it meant to have her in your bed again.

Being alone was what stopped you from leaving her, even if you didn't believe her, it was worth it if it meant for her to keep coming back to you.

But it finally crossed a line, not only you had to watch her fucking around behind your back, you had to hear it every night, she would sleep talk girls names that you never recognised.

You finally had enough when she came back from Tony's party again to which you stopped attending, to which she never cared to ask why.

It took a toll on you when you kept putting her first instead of your feelings. You wanted to be happy and all you did was hurt yourself more in the process because even if you could smile for more than 30 seconds, that never was worth losing yourself.

You knew, of course you knew she never was loyal, no matter how many days you would deny it, it was just too obvious and everyone knew.

You finally decided to confront her about this, it was the least you could do for yourself but that just didn't go as you hoped. You were sat on that bed as you waited for her to come back.

She changed so much since the first date, she used to love you and now she has an empty feeling whenever you're around. She was your happiness but you never was hers.

You heard the door open and close and soon she stood right outside your bed as you spoke "You're finally back"

You never failed to notice, the messy hair and a lot of lipstick all over her neck and lips, you had to look away from a brief moment to stop yourself from breaking down right there and then.

She nodded stiffly as she slowly made her way to the bathroom to which you stopped her "We have to talk"

It stopped her so she just sat down on the bed as you got up, looking at her with so much pain in your eyes "What?"

You swallowed the feeling of crying as you finally spoke with a slight tremble "I have enough..."

Natasha had no emotions on her face what so ever so you just continued "I can't put up with you constantly cheating on me"

She jumped up from the bed "Cheating? I never cheated"

You scoffed "Really? Look at yourself in the mirror, Nat because everything tells me otherwise"

She rolled her eyes "Think whatever you like but I never would cheat"

You started to feel the anger raise now "What a lie! You have lipstick all over your neck Natasha! Along with your shirt being buttoned up wrong!"

She looked down at herself then crossed her arms "What's your point?"

"My point is you have been lying and using me and I have enough"

She rolled her eyes again "Stop overreacting, you're not that special to be used"

You took a step back as shock took over your face, this wasn't the Natasha who promised to always be by your side, this was someone who never even remember your promise.

"You know what" You pointed your finger up as you started to chuckled with tears down your face "I stayed with you because I had hope that maybe one day you'll realise that you're making a mistake but you never did and this proves it"

"I don't understand why you're getting so emotional over this, for me you were just a challenge to over come and I gotten bored of you, I didn't ask you to stick around, you did this yourself so it's on you" she spoke with no emotions behind her voice.

It was like you never mattered in the first place, just like she was saying you were a challenge that she overcame and now she was just bored, she needed something new that wasn't already used by her.

"This isn't on me.." you spoke with a whisper as you stared at her, realising all of this now.

She nodded "But it is, you stayed to which I didn't ask you to, just go back to your simple life before this happened, you're not worth my time"

It felt like someone took your heart and just stabbed it on repeat just for fun and then kicked it like it was nothing, you thought the cheating was the worse part but turns out it was what she was saying.

This time you broke, like really broke, with tears streaming down your face and a slight sob escaped your throat, you nodded and just walked out with the bag you had already packed beforehand.

You went back to your room that night, not caring who saw you, you just had your heart ripped out by someone you cared for so much, she was your everything especially after losing everyone who you loved dearly.

You spent months just being locked in your room, barely leaving unless it was for a mission and there you barely pay any attention to which put you in danger along with others.

You were put on hold from any missions so now you never left your room, your food was delivered by some team mates but no one dared to try to help you.

They did but not hard enough to help you, you were alone from the beginning till the end. It took months of suffering to finally end it.

You couldn't do it anymore, the thought of everyone laughing at you was just humiliating so you decided to end it, it was your final decision and nothing was going to stop you.

You felt numb and nothing here was holding you back, you lost Natasha and you lost yourself along with it. You were debating to leave a note because who would care enough to even read it.

You didn't matter to anyone here, no one tried to help you, they only offered it but never did anything about it. You were broke and you couldn't be fixed.

You were used up and you just couldn't keep going with the thought that the person you loved, only had one thing in mind and that was to just play with you.

You spent not long on a the note, it was mainly for Natasha, she didn't deserve an explanation and that's not what you were giving her, you was showing her how you appreciated her even till the end because she changed you so much.

You thought about many different ways of doing this, and you came up with a simple solution, you changed into comfortable clothes, took some blades and laid in bed.

You were going to end this whilst being comfortable, so you closed your eyes as you held the blade in your hand tightly, taking a deep breath and cutting very deep into your hand.

Almost immediately the blood started to pour out onto the bed and the pain made you feel like you were going to pass out, you felt yourself getting weaker as nearly a puddle of blood formed.

It started to slide down your hand and drip onto the floor, you closed your eyes as you took deep breaths to calm yourself and the pain down. The blade fell from your hands as darkness consumed you, a weak sigh fell from your mouth which was the last sigh that ever came from you...

You were gone.. Forever..

Natasha was sent to your room with food, she didn't want to do it but she was forced to, she spend about 20 minutes arguing to send someone else to you but the team wanted you two to talk.

She gotten to your room as nerves filled her, she haven't seen you in so long that she forgot she even had any feelings other than anger.

She knocked on your door but no answer came, she knocked again and again and finally with frustration, she knocked the door down, she walked in annoyed.

"I am knocking to give you food and you're-"

She stopped when she saw you on the bed not moving, her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest from fear. She saw that face before, that pale lifeless face.

She dropped the food as she rushed over to you, shaking you as no response came to you, she moved the duvet as she noticed the pool of blood.

"No, no no no" Her pleads only gotten louder, she checked for your pulse and it was cold, no heart break.

She dropped down to her knees as a heart felt sob came from her mouth "No Please!"

Tears streamed down her face like a waterfall and suddenly, the whole team appeared in your room, everyone was shocked the core when they found you.

The guilt and sadness was already there just at the single look at your face, Wanda would've been glued to the spot like the rest of the team if it wasn't for Natasha's sobs.

She walked up to her as she pulled Natasha backwards towards her, hugged her as she cried into the Sokovian arms, just as you left this world that how you were found.

Natasha looked up at you again and this time she noticed a note, she pushed herself away from Wanda as she grabbed the note, and opened it so quickly, she barely could stop shaking by the end of reading.

No need to worry now, I am gone from your life just like you wanted.. Like you all wanted.

I didn't fit in here because I never had a traumatic childhood, I was treated like garbage so I left like one.

Save your tears just like you saved your effort to help, I was nothing and I will be nothing.

But I really loved you, more than anyone in the whole world you made me feel complete until you didn't.

You made me feel safe until you didn't and with each day passing, your embrace just gotten colder and stiffer.

I didn't belong here or in your arms so I left because where else would I go?

I'm not sorry that I did it but I am sorry that I ever appeared in your lives.

Move on and save those that you can.

My life was never worth it.

I hope that one day that one challenge will be the one that makes you happy Natasha.

Yours

Y/n Y/l/n..

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first priority | kageyama tobio

— alexa, play: less of you by keshi

When you come home

I just got over being less of you

When you leave me, I’m in pieces

Maybe it’s better if we cut it loose

— synopsis: how many nights will you spend in the apartment by yourself before you finally learn that your boyfriend will always value volleyball more than he values you?

— genre: angst & happy endings

— word count: 2.3k

You were used to an empty apartment. It was the cost of dating a member of Japan’s national volleyball team, someone who had to travel constantly and was usually never home. You rarely even saw his face nowadays, and when you did, it was usually when you were cramming for exams and he had to turn in early to wake up in time for practice early the next morning.

Your relationship with Kageyama was difficult after graduating high school, to say the least. Especially since the two of you were taking different paths in life.

You’d thought about it before. He was an accomplished setter on a national team, while you were just trying to pass your university’s exams. Everything you did felt insignificant in comparison to your volleyball genius boyfriend.

The emptiness of the apartment was why the two of you always tried to schedule small dates when it was possible. When Kageyama had days where he knew he’d be let out early from practice, and when you knew you could push back doing homework for a few more hours, you’d cuddle up on the couch after cooking dinner together. Or, you’d force him to take you out to an empty park and guide your stiff boyfriend into swaying to the soft music that you’d play on your phone. No matter what, the night always ended up with your giddy laughter and his rare smiles that proved just how much he loved you.

They were small moments that the two of you would share, where no one else in the world could interrupt.

But it’d been months since the last time you’d spent more than an hour with your boyfriend. You never thought of yourself as needy, but was it too much to ask to wish that he’d keep his promises?

“I’ll be home for dinner, since practice should end at six today.”

He lied. Dinner was sitting cold at the table, and all you could do was stay frozen in your chair with your gaze on the excessive amount of side dishes you’d prepared in anticipation of finally sharing a meal with your favorite person.

You must’ve been sitting in this chair for over an hour. With a quick glance of the clock, a weak smile tugged at your lips.

7:28PM.

You hadn’t checked your phone since you last texted your boyfriend at 7:13PM--

“Let’s talk when you get back.”

Empty promises. You were used to them. Last week, he swore he’d be back in time for your three year anniversary, then forgot about it when it arrived the next day. This dinner was supposed to make up for that, but you must’ve set your expectations too high again.

What would you say when he came back? It was unrealistic for you to wish to be a priority when he had his whole professional career in front of him--he had to focus 100% of his time into that. Yet, was it really unrealistic for you to ask for just 1% of that time?

According to your friends, it wasn’t. But the more you sat alone in this empty apartment, the more you wondered if you really were asking for too much of him.

“Y/N.”

You looked up in surprise, having not heard Kageyama come through the front door. Your eyes softened when you saw the guilt plaguing his typically stoic expression.

“Welcome home, Tobio,” you stood and he instinctively leaned down so you could press a kiss to his cheek. “The food is cold, but we can warm--”

“I’m sorry,” his arms circled around your waist, and you were suddenly pulled into his chest. He buried his face into your hair, his hold on you tightening as if he was afraid you’d run away.

You might’ve.

“You said that last week,” you murmured softly, arms rising to circle around his form and gently rub his back. He was scared--you could feel it in the way he trembled as he held you.

“I’m really sorry,” he repeated, voice quivering.

“You said that last week too,” you laughed quietly.

He wished you’d just yell at him, or scold him with an accusatory tone like you did in the past when he first started making mistakes like these. He never had valid excuses--usually he’d just stay after in the gym to perfect his serves or practice more with other teammates. It was always volleyball that made him forget he had a significant other diligently waiting for him back at home--putting off their own responsibilities because his very rare free time was precious.

But was yours not? You had asked him that once, calmly, when he came home late again. And he had tilted his head and pointed out you had more free time than him, to which you took seconds to process before smiling bitterly.

“You’re not hungry?” you asked quietly, palms still gently running over his broad back to soothe him.

“No,” he murmured into your hair, breathing in your scent and imprinting it into his memory. If he let you go now, would you leave him?

“Liar,” you whispered nonchalantly, and he flinched. “You haven’t eaten since lunch, right? It’s late, let’s eat.”

“Don’t want to.”

“You’re acting like a child, Tobio,” you sighed, pulling your head back slightly so you could meet his sharp blue eyes, filled with regret. “If you’re not hungry, I am, so let’s eat.”

You paused, before reaching up to gently hold his face. Your thumbs brushed over his cheeks, and he leaned into your touch.

“...you can’t avoid this forever, you know,” you told him softly, and his brows furrowed as he closed his eyes.

“...alright,” his voice sounded pained as he pulled away to sit across from the chair you’d sat in for over an hour. 

You popped the dishes into the microwave quickly, setting them in front of him one by one before sliding a bowl of rice in his direction. He usually loved your cooking, but now he wasn’t sure if he’d even be able to swallow a bite of it with the knowledge that this may be the last meal the two of you share together.

The apartment was silent, save for the beeping of the microwave. Kageyama stared longingly at your back, watching the way you leaned against the counter and brushed your hair behind your ear while waiting for the microwave timer to go off.

When was the last time he actually looked at you? His many trips abroad, his lack of acknowledgement of your own accomplishments and struggles, his stupid passion for volleyball, it had all ruined your relationship.

He could only hope that you would forgive him, one more time.

You slid back into the seat across from his and settled in. He was anxious. You could tell by the way he couldn’t look you in the eye, chopsticks picking at his rice as he waited for you to speak first. His tall figure stiffened at the sound of your sigh.

“Might not taste good now since it’s not as fresh, but,” you pushed a few dishes his way with a sad smile. “I worked hard to prepare dinner, could you try it?”

His heart clenched painfully in his chest. What was he doing while you were excitedly making dinner for him? He never thought of you during practice--not once, even though he knew how much he loved you. He hated that about himself.

He lifted the food to his lips and let his vision cloud over with guilt as he chewed and swallowed.

“...It’s delicious,” he murmured weakly as your smile grew slightly.

“...I’m glad,” is all you managed to muster before digging into the meal you prepared for the two of you.

“I don’t have the right to ask for forgiveness again,” he said quickly, slim fingers gripping his chopsticks tight enough to turn them white. “But I still don’t want you to leave.”

You were quiet, stiffly bringing pieces of rice to your lips and forcing yourself to chew. Every action was methodical, as if you were merely acting out actions that you knew you would normally perform if your heart wasn’t breaking into tiny bits and pieces.

“...I love you, Tobio,” you whispered quietly. “So much. I still do. More than anything. But it hurts me more because I love you so much.”

He dropped his utensils and reached across the table to grab your hands. You flinched away and he cursed, bringing his hands back to his sides before running them through his hair in frustration.

“What can I do,” he asked weakly, voice shaking, “to keep you with me?”

“I don’t know anymore,” you tried to force another smile, but your lower lip quivered and the tears you held back on lonely nights started to drip down your cheeks. 

“Please,” he stood, the sound of his chair skidding back against the floors barely registered in your ears as he hurried to kneel by your side. “Please, I’m sorry.”

“That’s all you ever say,” you cried loudly, tone finally accusatory as he’d initially wished. He took your hands into his shaking ones, watching as your tears stained the pale skin of his knuckles. “You never know what you’re apologizing for, but you always, always just say sorry as if that will make any of this any better.”

“You need to tell me--” he tried to reason.

“I’ve told you!” you ripped your hands away from his almost violently, ignoring the way the hurt in his blue eyes caused your already broken heart to sting in pain. “I’ve told you how much you coming home late hurts, how I hate when you promise that you’ll be home and then break those promises the same day, how you thinking your time is more important than mine makes me feel insignificant--”

You cut yourself off with a weak sob, bringing your hands up to hide your face in your palms.

“But you never listen! You never learn. Volleyball will always be more important than me, and I can’t find it in myself to blame you for that,” you wailed as you rubbed the back of your knuckles against your eyes to try and stop the tears from flowing, “What am I supposed to do now, Tobio? How do I leave you when I love you so much?”

You felt warm arms wrap you into a familiar embrace, and your tears soaked into your boyfriend’s athletic jacket.

“You deserve better,” he told you minutes later, after your sobs had calmed down. His palm continued to gently draw circles against your lower back--an action that he knew would soothe you. “You deserve so much better than me. You know I’m bad with words, I’m inconsiderate, I suck at putting others before me, and I’m stupid.”

You laughed tearfully.

“You do so much for me,” he murmured, and your eyes fluttered closed. “You explain to me how you feel so I can try and be better, you deal with my bluntness and verbalize how much it hurts you, you tell me when I’m acting better than everyone else and humble me, and you even used to come with me when I had to attend supplemental classes in high school.”

“You really were stupid,” you commented, and he laughed weakly.

“And you loved me, through all of that,” he lamented.

“Mm,” you sighed quietly. “Yeah. I loved you.”

“And I love you,” he responded, a bit shy to be confessing it despite your long relationship. “So give me one more chance to prove that I’ve changed for the better because of you.”

He pulled back to cup your cheeks, bringing your teary gaze up to his and brushing his thumbs over the redness under your eyes. His heart hurt. He hated making you cry, and he hated himself for making you cry this much over him.

“...one more chance,” you mumbled, turning your head to kiss his palm. His brows furrowed, and tears pricked at his eyes.

Quickly, he brought his forearm to cover his wet irises from your sight. You laughed quietly, hands reaching up to try and pull his arm away.

“Are you crying because of me, Tobio? Did I manage to make the king of the court cry?” you teased with a weak smile.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, cheeks reddening as he turned to look away from you. “You know I hate it when you call me that dumb nickname.”

“And I made the king kneel in front of me too? I should repent,” you giggled, taking his free hands into your own. 

You nearly choked on your laughter when your boyfriend suddenly dipped down to pick you up into his arms. Your arms wrapped hurriedly around his neck as you turned to look at him with wide eyes.

“Tobio--!”

“I’m making use of my last chance, and I’m going to start making it up to you now,” he told you firmly, carrying you into your room and placing you onto your shared bed.

“Our dinner,” you grumbled with a pout. “I worked hard to make that…”

“And I’ll eat it tomorrow,” he caged you in his arms, hovering above you with a soft look in his sharp azure eyes. Your gaze fluttered up to his handsome face, and you grinned as a hand rose up to gently cup his cheek. He tilted his head to press a kiss to your wrist. “Can I prove to you how sorry I am?”

You laughed softly as he trailed kisses up your arm to your neck, then finally pressing his lips to yours lovingly.

“Don’t take advantage of your last chance,” you murmured, your breath mingling with his as he pressed feather-like pecks to your lips.

“I’d be even more of an idiot if I did.”

[dancingamongstdust]

MHA Scenarios - First Meeting (Part 3)

All Might

There was an ache in your shoulder despite the painkillers. It was persistent, a constant reminder that your time in U.A. was beginning to lower your reaction speed. Perhaps you should consider returning to a full-time career in the hero world instead of taking random jobs here and there.

Sighing, you finished up with your costume and opened the door to find none other than Principle Nezu waiting for you.

“Great timing!” he chirped. “I was about to come and tell you that you’ll be sharing your second-year physical training class today.”

“The class that begins in twenty minutes?”

“That very one. When I found out that you had injured yourself, I thought that it would be best for you to take on an assistant of sort.” Nezu hummed softly to himself, as if wondering if he should continue. “And perhaps it will be a good experience for Toshinori to see how one can balance their time.”

You chuckled, catching onto the principle’s plan. “I don’t think a hero of All Might’s stature would have anything to learn from somebody like me.”

“There’s no doubt that he’s the better hero –“

“You could put that more nicely.”

“But you have far more experience teaching,” Nezu finished. “You take it easy to ensure your continued health and even though you whine about your lack of excitement, you never go out and chase it.”

That was true. Every year, you told the principle that you would be quitting and each time, he would laugh and tell you that you never would. You blamed the students. They were way too easy to get attached to.

All Might was waiting at the training grounds, his hands on his hips and a smile on his face. The latter looked almost painted on. He absolutely towered over you, seemingly taller in person.

“We haven’t met properly before,” you said, giving your name. “But may I just say that I have endless respect for your heroic accomplishments.”

He laughed proudly. “Thank you. Nezu says that you got injured during a fight with a villain, is everything alright?”

There was something about his voice that you didn’t quite like. It just sounded so patently fake. Perhaps that was why you hadn’t been surprised when the news about his true form was shared amongst the faculty. It seemed to you that it should have been a given. Nobody spoke like he did in their day to day lives.

“It’s a shoulder injury,” you said. “In a similar line, you can drop the All Might moniker for a short while if you want. This class is incapable of arriving less than ten minutes late.”

“That’s alright! I’m sure this is a far more useful form.”

“Suit yourself,” you said with a nod. You rolled your shoulder and winced. “I’m going to need to have you taking over the majority of the hands-on training if that’s alright with you? If I push myself now, I’m just going to do more damage to the muscles.”

All Might gave an affirmative and then pondered your words. It was unsurprising when he seemingly vanished into a cloud of smoke, dropping the vast majority of his muscles and showing a far-more human façade.

“Perhaps you’re right,” he acknowledged. “Some rest before teaching would be easier on my injuries.”

You smiled. “The last thing you want to do is let these students think they’re strong enough to take you on just yet. Don’t need that going to their heads.”

Endeavor

It was an accident that led to your first encounter with the recently elected number one hero. And it had mostly been as a result of a very long day filled with endless bad luck.

You had been walking through the parking garage after having coffee spilled on you, losing your keys, and nearly breaking your ankle when an escalator stopped working. It was overall an awful day. And it was about to get even worse.

It must have been as a result of some kind of villain but the exact situation escaped you. All that you knew was that somebody got thrown from out of nowhere. They flew into one of the pillars and cracked it. You jumped and immediately rushed over to them. It was only once you were right beside him that you realised the fire was part of him.

“You’re Endeavor…” you breathed. “Are you alright?”

The hero stood, clearly shaken. A deep scowl covered his face. He was much, much taller than you had thought he would ever be. “Get out of here before you get hurt.”

Before either of you could do anything else though, the ground seemed to tremble, much like an earthquake. You looked up wearily. This was the ground floor so it wasn’t like you could fall through anywhere.

And then the ceiling started to crumble.

You barely had time to react, just screwing your eyes shut and hoping for the best. A wave of heat washed over you. Dust filled your lungs and you coughed as all around you, a cacophony of collapsing rubble filled the air.

An unnatural silence took over.

Slowly, you opened your eyes. It was far too dark with a flickering light illuminating a large cavern of rubble held up by a few of the pillars that were still standing. Powder swirled around you, filling your lungs and making you cough heavily. Then you noticed the reason that you hadn’t gotten so much as a scratch.

Endeavor stood over you, shielding you entirely. He showed no visible discomfort but as you stared, you realised that part of his suit had been ripped and blood trickled down his side.

A few seconds passed and he moved away. In the tight space, he was unable to even stand straight. “Damn it,” he cursed. “There’s no way that Hawks can move any of this nonsense. We’re going to be stuck here until rescue teams arrive.”

You sunk down slowly, sitting against something sharp and putting your hand over your mouth. “I’m going to die,” you whispered. “There’s no air here…”

“Don’t be dramatic,” the pro-hero snapped. “We have plenty of time before the air runs out. If it was just me, I could blast through here in no time.”

“Why can’t you?”

He stared at you as though you were stupid. “Either I would risk bringing the rest of this concrete down on your head or you would stand too close and get burnt. Somehow, I don’t think you would prefer either of those options.”

You shook your head and tried to hold back tears. This day had been worse than any other in your life. Should you call your family and friends? Was it worth worrying them just to hear their voices? Endeavor didn’t seem worried so maybe you should just trust that you would get out and everything would be fine. Or maybe you would die and –

Your thoughts were cut off by him suddenly appearing in front of you. “Relax,” he said. “If you panic, you’re just going to make the entire situation worse.”

“We’re trapped under concrete,” you said. “We could die.”

“You’re not going to die. Now stop being pathetic and find a way to occupy yourself that doesn’t cause a panic attack.”

You swallowed and took a deep breath. “Alright. Alright.”

He nodded, moving considerably further away and then his flames flickered off. And that was your first meeting with Endeavor. Surprisingly, you ended up speaking until you were rescued.

Eraserhead

It had all begun years ago.

You remembered distinctly how you had been sitting in the garden and watching the bees happily buzz past. It was a warm day with a slight saltiness to the air. A perfect time to enjoy the summer as though you had no worries in the world.

Conversation filled the air and you perked up, recognising one of the voices. You had only managed to stand up when a blur of blue hair slammed into your side, pulling you into a tight hug with a happy shout of your name. Laughter filled the air as you nearly fell, unable to even hug back.

“Oboro!” you giggled. “I thought you were only getting back next week!”

He finally let you go and shot you a smile that made the sun look dim. “I was but then my parents said my friends could stay over! Come meet them.”

Oboro had been your closest friend for years but since going to U.A., you had seen less and less of him. That wasn’t to say that you hadn’t kept in contact of course but you missed him greatly.

His friends were… not what you expected.

The exceptionally loud blond was Hizashi Yamada and his quirk was volume-based. He greeted you with a booming shout, apparently having been told about you several times before arriving.

But Shota Aizawa interested you far more. He didn’t speak much and you never did find out his quirk when you were younger. When you’d asked why he wanted to be a hero, he just told you that he liked it. The rest of the week, you developed a bit of a crush on him and spent most of your time trying to impress him.

When the week ended, you didn’t see him again for a very long time and the next time you saw him, it was under circumstances you had never even imagined.

You were wearing a veil to hide your face. There was no dramatic rain or dark thunder on the day of the funeral. Rather fittingly, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. You liked to imagine that was Oboro’s final gift. A beautiful day to celebrate him.

Yamada had put his hand on your shoulder, subdued and quiet for the first time. He was a pro-hero now and you often saw his face on magazines.

Soon, he left to speak to others and you remained by the grave with only one other.

“Being a hero is more dangerous than I ever thought,” you said, not sure why you were speaking but feeling the urge to regardless. “You and Yamada have to stay as safe as you can, alright? He would want that.”

Aizawa glared at you from the corner of his eye. “How would you know that?”

“Because you were the most important people in the world to him,” you said. “Of course that’s what he would want.”

Aizawa didn’t speak anymore but after a while, he turned to leave. Before going, he paused and looked as though he wanted to say or do something. You met his gaze. It felt as though he could see straight through your veil, revealing the tears that streaked your face. The atmosphere wasn’t uncomfortable. It was just sad.

Still, standing there and just existing helped you to remember the loss wasn’t just your own. When Aizawa left, you turned back to Oboro’s gravestone feeling less alone in the world.

You were going to miss him like hell but you wouldn’t be remembering him by yourself.

Fatgum

As a solitary and underground hero, it was quite rare that you were contacted for big jobs. Rarer still that you took them instead of passing them on.

But something was different about this time.

This time, you had a personal vendetta drawing you to one of your least-favourite jobs – working with other heroes. It wasn’t that you didn’t get along with them but many weren’t in it for actually helping people. That put a bad taste in your mouth.

The job wasn’t technically being led by you purely because the information had come through a larger agency. They hadn’t wanted to pass it off to you alone so now you were sitting in the briefing room, listening to them going over everything that your investigations had revealed. No credit given, of course.

You stood toward the end and offered a simple warning. The villain that you were after had little concern about causing collateral. If anything, he relished in it. Your warning was primarily targeted at some of the heroes whom you knew dealt more with casual villains.

Many of them got overwhelmed when they came up against drug dealers and sex traffickers instead of pickpockets.

And then everybody dispersed, each having their own orders about how they would contribute to a safe arrest.

Leaving you alone. At least, you thought you were alone until somebody spoke behind you.

“Do you know what always calms me down? Taiyaki.”

You startled, though you didn’t let it become noticeable. Instead you turned to find yourself absolutely dwarfed by the BMI hero, Fatgum. Somebody you had always known about but never gotten a chance to meet.

“Do I really look that stressed?” you enquired.

He chuckled. “Not to be rude, but you definitely do.”

You sighed and looked at the documents in your hands. It was probably best that you didn’t have a mirror on you. “I’m worried about this case,” you said. “This guy has slipped through my hands a few too many times.”

Fatgum nodded. “I know how that feels but don’t worry too much. Everybody here is a capable hero and together, we’ll get him for sure.”

You raised an eyebrow. Perhaps a few were capable but not everybody.

“You’re too cynical,” he reprimanded though there was little malice to his words. “You should try to trust the rest of us. At least for long enough to get a little sleep.”

You reached up and touched the bags that had formed under your eyes. “Thank you for your concern but I’ll be perfectly fine.” You shoved the documents into a small bag and slung it over your shoulder. Once you dropped them off at home, you could head back out and see if anything had popped up.

“It’s still pretty early,” Fatgum mused. “What are your plans?”

“I’m going to go and see if any of my sources have found new information.”

“Uwabami was meant to be doing that tonight accourding to the schedule,” he pointed out. “But you’re probably not going to be taking the night off. Why don’t you join me for my patrol? You can keep an ear to the ground and also not continue exhausting yourself.”

Sighing, you glanced over your shoulder at him. “We hardly know each other. Why are you so worried about me?”

He shrugged. “Too many heroes drive themselves crazy with this kind of stuff. Come on. My work study students are great, you’ll love them both.”

There was a reason that you didn’t take any of those on but admittedly his two students were entertaining.

Gang Orca

It was all for the sake of the cameras.

You had to remember that when you were getting up before the sun rose. Everything had to be absolutely perfect about your appearance. If it wasn’t then your little ruse would be seen through by every reporter with half a braincell.

Then you had to get to the setup site and speak with the marketing team secretly. You stood with the team leader to one side, discussing everything like old friends over a cup of coffee.

“Essentially, what we’re looking for is a very breathless and awe-struck victim,” he explained to you. “When you speak to the media, try and make it like you never even thought of Gang Orca much before but now his rescue has made him into your favourite. We’re trying to build a greater trust with the public especially amongst children.”

You pulled a face. “I don’t much like working with kids but for a small increase, I can become quite the lover of them for a short while.”

The guy smiled. “You’re one of the best, otherwise I wouldn’t have hired you. You can get your increase.”

“Thank you. Now let’s get to work.”

You made your way to the ‘accident’ site. The costume team ripped your shirt and you had some fake blood dotted around your head. Nothing to make your injuries too severe but enough for some pity.

And then you climbed under the wreck and waited.

Approved photographers snapped their pictures as you were rescued from your metal prison by the tall Gang Orca. His strength alone was enough to pull the door free. He held his hand out to you while using his other to lift the car high enough to help you out. You made a show of crawling free and then stumbling a little.

With one hand on your head, you leaned against him and stared up with a grateful expression. Cameras flashed and he checked the wreck once more before leading you away for ‘medical treatment’.

Once out of view of the media circus, you straightened and wiped some of the fake blood away from your mouth. “Thank you for the rescue,” you said.

Gang Orca didn’t seem very happy about it at all. It was good that his hero image didn’t need too many smiles.

“I’m going to guess that this wasn’t really your idea?”

He sighed. “No. I don’t like the need to fake rescues when there are real people who should be getting help from a hero.”

“But those people aren’t getting paid to better the public’s opinion of you,” you said. “Twenty minutes here can be what knocks you off lists like ‘scariest heroes’ and similar stuff. That way, you get even more opportunities to save people.”

You couldn’t tell if he was grimacing or not but he definitely appeared to be. It made sense. While some heroes relished in the easier work, many didn’t like the media part of their jobs.

“If you’re happy with it, I’d like your autograph,” you said. “It’ll help me sell the whole situation a lot easier.”

“Alright.”

“For what it’s worth, I don’t have a warm opinion of the media either,” you said. “They’re vultures who benefit from the fall of good heroes. What I, and others, do helps stop the best from being sidelined just because they’re intimidating or unmarketable. You’re in this for the right reason but the news organisations don’t care about that.”

He sighed deeply. “It’s unfortunate that you’re right. Of course, that doesn’t mean I have to be happy with these kinds of arrangements.”

“Few people are.”

Hawks

Being a photographer was competitive work, especially in a world where people could have quirks allowing them to grow cameras from their bodies.

You had to go the extra mile in order to compete with them and carve out a name for yourself. Either you had to be there first or you had to see something that nobody else did. A good intuition never led you astray.

And so, when you found yourself walking down the right street late one afternoon, you just knew that it was time to take out your camera.

The event was nothing catastrophic. Indeed, it seemed that the main danger was people’s stupidity. A fire had started on the bottom floor of an office building and instead of waiting for first responders to do their jobs, people were choosing to make things more difficult by climbing out of windows and stuff like that.

Soon enough, heroes were on the scene and you had your camera ready.

Naturally, Backdraft was the first to arrive and you got some great photos of the rescue hero doing what he did best. The light from the flames perfectly illuminated the hero and made the entire situation feel a great deal more dramatic than it was.

The second hero was a young woman whose name escaped your mind. She assisted the civilians as best she could but, no sooner did she help one down, and the person was practically taken from her arms.

Bright red feathers flew across the scene, darting into the building and pulling every person free by their clothing. They were lowered safely to the ground though many stumbled.

You didn’t lower your camera but you cursed out Hawks under your breath.

Never, in your wildest imagination, did you expect to hear him respond.

“Well, that’s not a very nice thing to say.”

You startled, just about dropping your camera on the ground in shock. He was perched above your head, atop one of the streetlights, a smirk on his face and his visor down. His wings were shorter than usual and the only way you could tell he was even helping with the incident.

“You ruined my photo,” you said. “And she had him, you know?”

“She was moving too slow. The poor guy would have been stuck in the air for several minutes longer and that’s just not good on the heart. Besides, I can make up for your lost photo if you snap a shot in the next three seconds.”

You scoffed. “A photo of you sitting on a streetlight? From this angle?”

“What? Not dramatic enough for you?”

“Not unique enough, more like. You’re the most photographed hero in the whole of Japan. The internet is teeming with images of you from every possible angle, distance, and situation. I’ve seen them all.”

For some reason, that seemed to get to the pro-hero a little and you were surprised when he landed beside you. You were very rarely this close to a pro, your bravado disappearing now that he was actually standing there.

“So you’re saying I’m not worth a photo?”

Part of you felt like saying that he was and quickly taking one but your pride didn’t allow it. “Not when there are lesser-known heroes here. They don’t have crazy stalkers willing to chase them around the city for any picture.”

“And aren’t they luckier for it,” he sighed. “Ah well, your loss. I’ll see you around.”

With a flap of his wings, he was gone and you watched him go, fighting the urge to snap a photo the entire time.

Midnight

Some would call you shallow but interviews were one of your favourite parts of being a hero. Getting to answer questions and engage with the people who admired you was an experience that you just adored. Not only that but they were often the best place to clear up rumours or speculations so long as they were edited well.

With a reliable broadcaster and positive outcomes on all of your latest jobs, you were extremely excited to be offered an interview. You knew there was an ulterior motive of some kind but you hadn’t been sure as to what.

But still, you arrived early, dressed in your hero costume, and had your makeup done up as best as it could be.

And then you watched the interview before you and you quickly realised that the broadcast was doing a segment. One focused on hero costumes.

Your own was quite unique, a step away from the usual appearance of heroes. Personally, you loved it.

The public however was divided on whether it was fashion forward or just a flop.

And clearly that was why individual heroes had been chosen.

Being interviewed at the moment and practically being drilled on the ins-and-outs of her costume was nobody other than Midnight herself. She looked absolutely amazing as ever. A natural on the stage and in the field.

You had to admit however that you didn’t feel comfortable with the questions they were asking her. She answered smoothly but mostly in deflection.

The other heroes around you agreed with your assessment. This felt like an attempt at creating a media circus. Few were interested in participating anymore.

The moment Midnight gave her leave, the producers began gesturing at you. You gave them a look and turned around with the rest of the heroes there.

Midnight was in a bad mood but she put on a smirk when you made eye contact with her.

“We’re leaving,” you told her. “None of us were told that this was going to be working off controversy.” You wanted to apologise that she had been the first to get interrogated but you didn’t know how to do that.

She laughed. “You weren’t expecting there to be a catch?”

“I mean, I was but I thought they were a little better than running a segment that’s so clearly focused on… well…”

“Sex appeal?” Midnight asked.

You awkwardly rubbed the back of your neck. “Yeah. It probably should have tipped us off that we were all around the same status. No real big names aside from your own have worked with this broadcast channel.”

“And nobody will again once I speak to a few contacts,” Midnight said, a hint of bitterness finally seeping into her voice. “Guess that will teach me to give new places a chance. They’re all looking for the big ratings instead of actual interest. Maybe I should just go into being a teacher full time at this rate.”

“Aren’t you already doing that?”

She shushed you. “Not if I don’t say it out loud.”

You laughed and stuck by her as your group exited the building, ignoring the clamoring from the higher-ups who were desperately trying to convince you to stay. The type of people who would take advantage of being able to pressure people into things. Lovely.

“Don’t you hate how rude they are to you?” you asked her. “I get so furious sometimes and my questions are always tame compared to yours.”

She shrugged. “At some point, you get used to it. I don’t think there’s a question out there that would shock me anymore.”

You really hoped you never reached that point.

Mirko

The villain pulled experimentally at his cuffs. He twisted around and began shuffling when he met your eyes.

“Where exactly are you trying to go?”

He grumbled something under his breath and stopped moving. You raised a hand to your head and sighed. At this rate, you were going to wind up with wrinkles. One of your favourite outfits had been destroyed by this little altercation and nobody had even bothered to show up yet. Somebody had called emergency services, right?

“Stop moving, I can hear you,” you snapped.

The villain would have been a greater threat if you hadn’t happened to be shopping in the area. Your quirk was the perfect match for his own and it allowed you to quickly take control of an otherwise dangerous situation.

Now you sat on a bench, him tied to the nearest building support bench, and you waited for somebody to arrive and take him off your hands.

There was a thump somewhere to your right and you lazily looked up from your phone. Only for your heart to kind of stutter.

“Aw, come on! I was told there was going to be some excitement over here!” Mirko complained. “What gives?!”

The rabbit hero was absolutely gorgeous with white hair and legs that went on for literal days. She was the epitome of everything you aspired to be as a hero. What she did was on her own terms and she fought for the thrill of it all.

You had just never expected to actually meet her.

“I’ve dealt with it,” you said once you had gotten over your shock. You gestured towards the villain. “No problems here.”

Mirko bounded over and stuck her face way too close to his. Her nose seemed to twitch in excitement. “You don’t seem so tough,” she scoffed. “I got the call and it said that this was setting itself up to be a good clash! Are you just that good?”

Her eyes fell on you, bright and teasing. A strand of hair fell in front of her face and she huffed it away without breaking eye contact.

“I am,” you said, mostly joking but feeling unable to deny it.

She threw her head back and laughed. “That’s a good answer. I like your confidence.” She eyed what you were wearing. “Your costume could use some work though.”

You chuckled. “It’s actually pretty similar to yours when I’m not interrupted while shopping. I’ve always loved your style.”

She nodded firmly as though that was a given. Then she looked around and raised an eyebrow. “If this moron interrupted your shopping, then what are you doing hanging around with him? You have things to get back to, don’t you?”

You gestured around. “I do but the police haven’t shown up yet.”

“Don’t worry about them,” she scoffed. “I’ll bounce this guy down to the station for you. Don’t waste time just standing around.”

She turned back to the villain just in time for you to both see him run around the corner. He nearly tripped but managed to keep his footing. You glanced at one another and Mirko laughed heartily. “You stay here,” she said. “I can deal with cowards in well under a minute. They always do the same things to ‘throw me off’ or whatever.”

“I’ll come with you,” you said. “It’s technically my fault he got away. And I could always learn a thing or two from the best, right?”

She grinned. “I knew I liked you. Let’s see if you can keep up though.”

Natsuo

On a good summer’s day, there was nothing better than the beach. The waves gently lapping at the shore, soft clouds drifting across the sky, and few children due to the earliness of the day. It was well worth getting up early to watch the sun creep its way over the ocean and begin what was scheduled to be the hottest day of the year.

Not that you would be outside when it hit noon. By that time, ice cream and a nice spot of shade became necessary.

For now though, you waltzed along the beach and enjoyed the sand beneath your feet. As you walked, you kept an eye out for shells though there were scarce. People came every day to collect this time of year.

In a way, that made you sad.

But the lack of shells did mean that you didn’t need to watch where you were walking quite as much. At least, that was your thought process. Shells cut your feet and there were none so why keep an eye on the sand.

The answer is broken bottles.

It was a sake bottle, probably stolen away by some kids to be drunk where their parents wouldn’t see. The searing pain made you think you’d stepped on a jellyfish. Cursing, you jerked your foot away, blood running down into the sand below.

A small wave washed up, taking the bloodied sand away to reveal the culprit.

Struggling to balance, you hopped away from the bottle and sat down, lifting your foot to see the damage. It was a rather deep slice that made you feel quite woozy. Sand was already sitting around the injury and your only option to wash it off was the very salty sea.

“Sorry, do you need some help?”

You glanced behind you to see a guy standing on the boardwalk. His hair was pale and his expression kind. Something about him seemed oddly familiar but you weren’t sure why.

“I stood on a bottle,” you said. “It’s alright.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Do you need some help getting off the sand?”

You were going to deny the offer but your entire leg felt like it was on fire. The pain was undoubtedly because of your brain flicking through reminders about the danger of stepping on glass. “If you’re alright with it.”

He made his way down to where you were sitting quite quickly and glanced at your foot. “That’s going to need stitches,” he said. He offered his water bottle to you. “You should clean it off and then put some pressure on it before we move it.”

The cut hadn’t seemed that bad to you but you hadn’t really been looking carefully. “Are you sure?” You still took the water though, hissing as you poured it over your cut.

“Very,” he said. “Do you mind your towel getting blood on it?”

“No.”

He used the towel to put pressure on the cut and then helped you stand, hobbling your way off the beach. Once there, he quickly listed off the nearest hospitals.

“Are you a medical student by any chance?” you asked, trying to keep your mind off the pain.

He blushed. “Sorry, is it obvious?”

You laughed. “Just a little but that’s okay. It was good that you happened to be nearby then. Can I get your name?”

He hesitated but then said, “Natsuo. Don’t worry about my family name.”

Curious now, especially given how familiar he looked, you were tempted to push. But you didn’t and instead thanked him again for his help. He turned out to be correct, of course. You did need stitches.

Present Mic

You stretched before going into the office. Everything was sore – an unfortunate result of your late night. It couldn’t have been helped. Train wrecks were rarely planned.

Principle Nezu greeted you warmly when you arrived and then asked you to sit down. “As I’m sure you’ve heard, there was a recent incident on the grounds. Thirteen was badly injured and we’re in need of a new teacher with expertise in natural disaster management.” He smiled at you. “I thought you would be the perfect match.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I was under the impression you were going to try convince me to take a work study student.”

“I’m sure you will one year,” he joked.

“Unlikely but you can always offer.” You sighed and turned your gaze out the window. “I have little care for children. This will be a temporary position, yes?”

“We’ll see how it goes.”

You gave him a look but the principle just sipped at his tea. He already knew that you were going to accept – if only because you had always been a close friend of Thirteen’s. Taking over one class wasn’t going to kill you.

“I don’t have any experience in this,” you reasoned. “Other schools must have teachers who can come and cover classes?”

“None who are as experienced in the field as you are. So I’ve organised with Hizashi Yamada to take you through his methods of teaching and you can convert them over. He’ll be here soon.”

You sunk further into your chair, rubbing the bridge of your nose. “What would you have done if I said no?”

“Been very disappointed, of course.”

Present Mic was a hero you had always admired but you hadn’t ever expected him to be as loud in person as he was in the media. You just about jumped out of your skin when he entered the room dramatically, calling out a greeting.

Nezu gave the introductions and informed you that before doing an actual class, you had a week of acting as an assistant instructor alongside Present Mic.

“Should I invest in earbuds?” you joked.

He laughed but then actually lowered his voice as though you had reminded him. “Don’t worry. If I yell too much in class, Shota tends to come and glare through the doorway until I quieten down.”

You chuckled. “Do you have similar teaching schedules?’

“No but he claims that he can hear me from anywhere in the school. It’s the best way to find him actually. You just yell until he shows up.”

“I’ll take that as lesson number one in how to teach at U.A.”

“Lesson number one is to not take Nemuri’s flirting seriously,” he corrected. “I know it’s very flattering to think that she’s interested but she’s not. If it makes you uncomfortable, you can tell her to stop but she doesn’t always listen. It’s part of her image, you know?”

You raised an eyebrow at Nezu but he just shrugged. That didn’t seem like it was too professional but alright.

You took a deep breath and tried to pretend that this was just going to be temporary. It wasn’t like Nezu had been trying for years to get you involved at the school.

Temporary.

“Which subject do you teach?” you asked as you followed Present Mic from the office.

“English. No crazy action or anything which means you have to work double time to keep the students interested. You’ll have it far easier.”

Nobody really prepared you for the fact that Class 1A didn’t know how to do things the easy way.

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Curiosity Killed Everything

Harry almost didn’t open it.

After the war love letters flooded in, and quite frankly, he was sick of it. Part of him thought it was sweet, but the rest was annoyed. Where were the love letters before? Why wait until after? Obviously it had to do with who he was as a namesake and not personally.

But as he sat at the Gryffindor table, the ripped envelope drew his attention—almost as if the sender hadn’t bothered to care about its appearance. That and it was addressed to ‘idiot’.

Curiosity was the only reason he opened it.

‘I can’t stand you.’

That was it.

Harry frowned as he turned it over, expecting more on the back. Nothing. He re-opened the envelope, trying to see if maybe there was something else included. No, it was empty.

I can’t stand you. Nothing more.

He couldn’t help it, Harry snorted.

Someone took time out of their day to send a hate letter. One so short. It intrigued Harry more than offended him. He was sure a lot of people didn’t like him, but not many were vocal about it.

He should throw it away. What was the point of keeping it? But there was something funny about the whole situation.

Curiosity was the only reason he pocketed the letter.

———————————-

The longer he stayed at Hogwarts the more he realized Ron was right and that he shouldn’t have come back for a final year. Sure, Hermione did, but she liked schoolwork.

Without Ron by his side, Hogwarts was pretty boring.

The sound of hundreds of birds swooping in signaled mail call. A glance up brought in a new ripped envelope and his lips were already twitching.

Well… maybe not as boring as he thought.

With zero patience, Harry ripped open the envelope, barely paying attention to the owl.

‘Do you even own a hairbrush?’

Without realizing it, his hand ran through his hair absentmindedly. He scowled at the note. Of course he did. It was just that it didn’t matter how many times he combed it, his hair had a mind of its own.

He glared at the note, but yet, still didn’t throw it away.

Curiosity was to blame, probably.

—————————

Mail time was beginning to become his favourite part of the day, and Harry wasn’t sure what that said about him. His secret hater amused him.

‘Your glasses are hideous. They were too big for you at eleven and you’ve still yet to grow into them.’

‘Your pension for danger is appalling, but perhaps Karma for making me have to put up with your existence.’

‘Your not as good at magic as people think you are.’

‘Everytime you open your mouth, I lose brain cells.’

For reasons that were definitely not due to curiosity, Harry had kept all of the notes. Weeks of daily insults were kept in a safe space inside his nightstand. He wasn’t sure what he could blame that on, but whatever it was, he wasn’t going to blame himself.

—————————-

‘You look like a cross between doxy droppings and a passable excuse for a human.’

Harry had barely stopped laughing when Hermione sat next to him for breakfast for the first time in weeks.

“What’s got you in a good mood today?”

“Nothing.”

He tried to move the letter away but was too slow. Quick hands snatched it off the table.

“Harry,” Hermione began with pursed lips and an angry merging of her brows. “What is this?”

“I reckon I’ve got a secret admirer,” Harry said, not able to keep a straight face at all.

Hermione arched her brows over the top of the letter. “They think you look like doxy shit.”

“Perhaps admirer was too strong of a word.”

“Some people are so pathetic,” said Hermione as she shook her head and glared at the note. “What a waste of time.”

“Wait,” Harry said far too loudly when it looked like she was going to crumple it. “I want to keep that.”

“Keep it?” Her tone wasn’t quite flabbergasted, but it was close. “Why on Earth would you want to keep it?”

Harry shrugged as he pulled the note from her hands. “I find them charming, kind of.”

“Doxy shit,” Hermione reminded him slowly. “What is charming about that?”

It was hard to explain his thoughts, so Harry didn’t try. He wasn’t sure himself why he kept them. The letters weren’t exactly nice—okay not nice at all—but they were becoming a constant in his daily routine. Whoever sent them had strong opinions, and a lot of it came off as teasing in a way. Or at least familiar. Whoever it was, knew him, and knew him well.

They could be nicer, but the chances of that were pretty slim.

For whatever reason, he liked the notes, rudeness and all.

————————-

The only other thing that brought enjoyment to his days was Potions class. Oh, he still sucked at it, but that was part of the fun.

“Are you even trying?” Snarled Malfoy, who unfortunately was assigned as his partner for the year. “I don’t even know what this is supposed to be.”

“Erm,” Harry peered into the cauldron. “I think it’s a cheering charm.”

“You think,” deadpanned Malfoy. “A cheering charm isn’t supposed to be the consistency of clay.”

Clay. Harry raised a finger to feel it for himself but before he could his hand was slapped away.

“What are you doing?” Huffed Malfoy, eyes wide. “Whatever you made could be dangerous.”

“You do care,” Harry said as he placed a hand on his chest and batted his lashes.

Malfoy looked seconds away from hexing him, and Harry kinda wanted to push him to that point.

“Lose a limb for all I care,” Malfoy said haughtily before storming off to the supply closet. “Not as if having them did anything for you in the first place.”

Harry refused snort, not wanting to give Malfoy the satisfaction. Instead, he focussed on poking the potion. Clay was a pretty accurate descriptor. Whatever it had started out as, it was not a potion anymore.

“You think I could craft something out of this?” Asked Harry when Malfoy returned and began the potion all over again. “I reckon I’ve got some creativity somewhere inside me.”

Malfoy took a deep breath, one that made Harry think he was trying to calm down.

“You know, I truly lose brain cells whenever you speak.”

Harry froze, the familiar words causing his brain to work in overdrive before blanking completely.

No. There’s no way...

When Harry didn’t respond Malfoy looked at him curiously. “Finally, you’ve been rendered speechless. Maybe I can accomplish something today. Not that you’d know what that’s like, Merlin knows how incompetent you are.”

Well, on second thought.

The rest of the lesson passed in a blur, Harry’s mind too distracted to focus on anything else.

Was his secret hater really Malfoy?

It would make sense. Who else insulted him on a daily basis? Why not add it in other forms as well?

But why?

Why bother sending anything at all. It wasn’t like Malfoy ever passed up an opportunity to insult him. And daily? That took dedication.

Was Harry really on Malfoy’s mind like that?

———————

‘You would look a lot better in some decent robes. You have the fashion sense of an old Muggle a breath away from keeling over.’ That one was almost kind. When Harry looked toward the Slytherin table, he was surprised to see Malfoy already staring at him. They locked eyes—briefly—before Malfoy glanced away, cheeks rosy. Huh. That was new. Harry traced the note with his fingers, still unsure why he kept the stupid things. They intrigued him, but was that all that did? Another glance toward Malfoy had him unable to lie to himself. Malfoy intrigued him too, always had. Perhaps it was curiosity’s fault after all.

——————

Draco pushed his vegetables across the plate, mind focused on the pile of Charms homework that he still had to do. Flitwick didn’t have to assign that much, the prick.

It wasn’t until the normal chatter of other students talking disappeared that he realized something was wrong.

When he glanced up, Draco jerked a little at the sight of Potter standing on the other side of the table.

“You lost little Gryffindor?”

Potter rolled his eyes before extending a hand.

Draco took a shaky breath when he realized it was a note, the same size that he sent every morning. With equally shaky fingers, Draco took the parchment and flipped it over.

‘I can’t stand you either.’

There was a tiny smile on Potter’s face that didn’t match the sentiment. But Draco believed him.

“How much?” Draco asked, unable to quash the rising curiosity.

“I’m not sure,” Potter shrugged. “But I imagine we can figure out together.”

That wasn’t a good idea, but Draco’s life was a series of bad ideas.

What could one more hurt?

[ekaterinatepes]

Nothing but the Best

Author’s note: it’s getting interesting here ;) enter prince charming Sugu-kun to save the day.

IX.

https://youtu.be/uhoiqVPmURE

Satoru was afraid of making a move, least he tipped you over the edge and made you bolt; he didn’t want that. Swallowing hard he looked into your eyes… God… he had missed your beautiful E/C eyes so much. Waking up every morning without you by his side, without you kissing him awake cause he was going to be late for work… again. Your absence had left a literal infinite void in his heart that he was unable to fill.

“I know I don’t deserve anything from you Y/N, but I love you and I cannot give up on us… We said forever when we got married. And I want that… with you” speaking from the heart was not something Satoru ever did. He always preferred to cover any emotions with inappropriate jokes and double entendres. But he knew he couldn’t play his stupid games, not with you and most certainly not now.

You pulled away in that moment, as if his touch was burning you. He allowed it, doing his utmost effort not to pull you back in. His hands itched resting at his sides, missing the warmth of your body.

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It was you and me, it seemed to last forever

The way you taste and I still remember… the sounds we made.

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“It would have been nice if you felt that way before you decided to ruin this marriage. Where were those promises of forever when you fucked someone else?” You asked piercing his eyes with yours. He cowered under your glare. Satoru had never been on the receiving end of your wrath and now he understood why most people chose (wisely) to not mess with you. Every single one of your words was chosen carefully to cause the most damage. At the same time… what hurt the most was that you were right.

“Leave and don’t ever come back… you and I… are through…” Satoru noticed how you avoided calling him by his name, he hated it. As if uttering his name would leave a bad taste in your mouth “Y/N…” he whispered pleadingly when you took another step away. But this time he didn’t have the courage to stop you as you disappeared inside your apartment and locked the door behind you.

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I bet you wish you had me back! Another chance to gain it, just like that. The best you ever had.

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Satoru was fucked.

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The next morning Suguru’s plane landed. JFK international airport was as busy and chaotic as one would expect. After collecting his luggage he made his way to a cab giving the driver your current address.

He hadn’t been able to sleep a wink during the trip, his mind swarmed with all the possibilities of what could be happening right now. Satoru didn’t play fair and of course… you loved (probably still love) the lucky bastard.

With a sigh he decided to focus instead on the city going by through the cab’s windows. It wasn’t the first time he was in New York and his mind was much more occupied torturing him instead of appreciating the landscape.

After 40 minutes, Geto stood before a very nice and modern building located in the upper east side called Hawthorn Park. You sure knew how to live in luxury. He approached the doorman and let him know his name and that he was here to see Miss Ekaterina Petrova to which the kind looking old man responded by using his intercom to contact you. Geto was soon granted access and guided to the elevator.

The elevator doors opened on the 21st floor, he walked to the door of your apartment which was already open and you were waiting for him. His smile fell once he noticed you have been crying “oh Kitten” dropping his luggage on the spot he surrounded your body in his arms “I’m so sorry…” one didn’t need to be a genius to know Satoru had found you.

You both moved inside your apartment. Settling on the spacious couch you buried your face on Suguru’s lap as you cried. He stroked your now darker strands of h/c hair without a word exchanged. He knew you needed to let it all out. After what seemed an eternity you sat back up. Suguru gently dried your eyes.

“He was here last night…” you whispered in a raw and scratchy voice, result of your endless hours of distress before his arrival “he told me he loved me, that he left Sookie” scoff “and hear this… he left her because the baby wasn’t his!” Talk about karma at its best. Suguru already knew that but he was surprised to hear Satoru had come clean about it to you “He probably thought I would fall for that! But I didn’t” you added firmly.

Suguru was proud of you. He knew how hard it was for you to resist Satoru but you stood tall and proud when it mattered the most. “What do you want to do now?” Where you planning on moving again?

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“I’m not leaving…” you said looking into Suguru’s liquid amber gaze. You couldn’t help but notice once again he had such pretty eyes, like a cat. You’ve always liked them, specially when they looked at you with such tenderness. You have missed him dearly during all this time.

“I can’t keep running away from him; I mean… it’s obvious he won’t stop and I… I am tired of molding my life to adapt to his whims. I’m staying here whatever happens. Sugu… I got the part for the Swan Lake!” You added remembering you haven’t talked to him during the last week and so he didn’t know about your latest accomplishment.

Geto’s eyes enlarged before a huge smile split his handsome face and his massive frame engulfed you in a tight hug. Of course he knew everything about ballet, he was your best friend after all. This was huge! Probably as big as making it in the ballet world meant “I’m so proud of you Kitten!” He said excitedly kissing your temple. Maybe not everything was as bad as he thought.

You were upset, it was true. But then again you were not prepared last night. Satoru had taken you by surprise. Now… you knew he was here and more or less knew what to expect from your soon to be ex-husband.

“Thank you Sugu…” you stopped and pulled back just slightly to look into his eyes from your height. He was a very tall man compared to you “I missed you” you said with a bright smile to which Geto replied with one of his own before pulling you in again for another hug “I missed you too Kitten” stroking your back softly Suguru decided he was happy to be here… with you.

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https://youtu.be/3oSXqLgoSq4

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She's given up, been holding on for way too long

She's had enough

He's coming home again

But it's too late 'cause she won't stay with him

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The sunshine hitting his face was what woke him up. With a grunt Satoru rolled over on his side only to fall unceremoniously from the couch where he had passed out last night. The last thing he remembered was warping back to his hotel after you left him on the roof. The memory of you, turning your back on him and walking away squeezed his heart in a painful grasp.

Alcohol was never something he was attracted to, he liked to keep his brain constantly alert and stimulated. It served a purpose of course, it kept his infinity barrier on at all times, even when he was asleep. But last night he hit rock bottom. He didn’t care anymore…

As soon as he got back to the hotel, hopelessness made a home in his chest, sitting heavy on his heart. Walking to the fully stocked bar placed on the corner of his suite he opened a bottle of whiskey. He started slow since most everything was too bitter for his taste, so he went through the process of trying every single bottle until he found something to his liking.

Two hours and about fifteen different shots of everything he decided to settle for a bottle of Amaretto, some fancy Italian liquor made of apricot kernels. It was sweet.

Everything else after that was blur. Moving his sore body from the floor he forced himself to go to the bathroom. Maybe a hot shower would help ease his misery. Peeling off his clothes the smell of booze clinging on them made Gojo cringe. He decided to brush his teeth before showering. Looking in the mirror he couldn’t recognize the man starring back at him. He was a mess.

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Are we just ghosts out in the night?

Are we just waiting for a light that doesn't shine?

Are we just faking or is this real?

'Cause I don't know how to feel

Are we just ghosts now, you and I?

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Last night he had been so desperate, so hopeless and broken hearted. That’s when it hit him… his wife didn’t hurt him, she didn’t cheat on him (unlike himself), she didn’t do anything to him and yet he was feeling as if the world was collapsing around him. He lied, cheated and fucked up everything for them both.

Guilt…

Unadulterated, burning and suffocating guilt was consuming him. He felt bad before but it wasn’t until last night that he grasped the concept that Y/N didn’t owe him anything at all and that HE didn’t deserve it anyways.

The plan originally had been to get back in your good graces by doing penitence, submitting to your every whim and desire by becoming your devoted slave for as long as you would have it. He never even considered the possibility that his wife DID NOT WANT to forgive him in the first place.

He thought you left to give him a lesson, that you would eventually come back to him after he had a taste of what it was like to lose you.

But even after you both shared such a searing kiss, so passionate that every cell in his body was humming, aflame with desire you still managed to walk away from him as if it meant nothing to you.

What good did it do to him to be the strongest when he couldn’t even protect his wife… from himself.

After showering, changing clothes and ordering every sweet pastry and desert from the room service menu Gojo stopped to rethink his strategy.

What?…

Did you think he was going to stop there?

Absolutely no, love!

If anything, your rejection had only fueled his need to get you back.

“Time for plan B” sighing he pulled out his phone it rang a couple times before someone answered “good morning Mrs. Mazzo, this is Gojo Satoru. I’m going to need you to forward to me Miss Petrova’s rehearsal schedule…”

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“This is really good!” You hummed happily after swallowing a bite of your steak. Suguru sat across from you at Keens Steakhouse, with a grin he watched as you indulged yourself in what you called your ‘cheat meal’ of the month. Being a professional ballerina was a tough and demanding commitment that controlled every aspect of your life, from how you train to what you eat. Despite it all, Geto knew you always found a happy balance that worked just fine for you.

Seeing your big smile made his heart jump in his chest, you were as beautiful and alluring as the day he met you. If only he had told you he liked you before Satoru did. This question kept him up at night, playing all sorts of scenarios in his mind. If he had taken the first step… would things have been different? Would you have ended up together? Married? Shaking his head he tried to focus on what you were actually saying. Deviating his thoughts to that kind of scenarios was dangerous. He also didn’t want to push it when he was perfectly aware you were still healing; he wasn’t a low life piece of shit to take advantage of your vulnerability.

But when you smiles at him as if he was the only thing in your world, when you held his hand across the table, playing with his finger, his throat felt dry and tight.

“What do you think Sugu?” Your curious and expecting eyes caught him like a deer in the headlights “I’m sorry Kitten, I was distracted. Could you repeat that please?” He asked with an affable smile.

You chuckled and stroke his hand softly “you look tired, did you sleep at all in the plane?” He shook his head “no, I didn’t. I never can, it’s uncomfortable” he hid on purpose the true reason why he hadn’t been able to sleep “come on Sugu! Let’s go back home! I bet you are tired” you said offering him a sweet smile.

After paying your bill you walked the few blocks back home. Suguru of course would be staying with you in the spare room of your penthouse. Holding hands while you talked to him about the activities the city had to offer, your schedule and how you intended to fit the time to do some tourism with him. “You don’t have to bother Kitten, I know you are busy enough with your job, I will be fine” he insisted.

You stopped on your tracks and stood in front of him, pouting, making him chuckle. You looked every bit the kitten he knew you to be, all bothered and moody “no! I want to spend time with you too you know! I haven’t seen you in so long! I’m not going to waste this chance!” You insisted to which Suguru threw his hands up in the air “I surrender Kitten! Do with me as you will” you giggled and then blushed. “Uh… eh… ok! I will!” He took your hand again and you both resumed your walk.

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Satoru warped to the roof top of the building adjacent to yours, the lights were out in your apartment and he couldn’t sense your presence inside. You left? Where did you go?

Before a second though he warped inside your apartment but he saw all your stuff was still there, maybe you went out for groceries or something?

After a few minutes sitting on your couch he decided to wait for you on the street so he could see when you got home.

(Almost an hour later)

Oh… he wasn’t ready for what he saw.

“That mother fu….” Satoru grinds his teeth watching you walk down the street holding onto Suguru’s hand while talking distractedly. From his hiding spot in front of your building he closed his hands in a tight fist.

Well, this complicated things… a lot more.

————-> Chapter 10

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Chapter Two

A rough start we get off too

Series Masterlist

Katsuki B. X Reader

Rated M

⚠️Warnings: SMUT, improper use/depiction of certain kinks, abusive, manipulative, toxic behavior, unreal ideals of sex, use of daddy, ddlg themes, hard Dom, etc.

Let the SMUT commence

The way each pair of lips fit so perfectly together was absolutely enthralling: Passion was raw, ferocity was made so obviously evident from the growl he emitted at each attempt you made at sucking his tounge into your mouth. Only separating to take in a few large gulps of much needed oxygen, before diving back in to repeat the process over again.

“Please….P-Pleaseee…Kat..Suki…I-“ he presses a finger to your lips. That brief period of oxygen deprivation seemed to of induced a delirium of sorts. Assessing your thoughts has become similar to sifting through wet sand; Try as you might, you just can’t seem to comprehend what exactly you’d been attempting to beg him for in the first place. This look of empty headed confusion is also something Bakugou commits to memory, a first glimpse of his dumb little girl. He surveys you with bemused interest, looking as composed as ever.

“Down that bad for me hah? All I did was kiss ya a little and you’re already falling to pieces on me” the finger on your lips slides down to tilt your chin up, while he dips his head down to whisper in your ear. “Cant even imagine what kinda mess you’ll become once I finally split cha open with this big cock, such a stupid little girl”.

You suck in a deep shuddering breath as your legs suddenly give out beneath you, leaving you helplessly sliding down the wall. Bakugou laughs in such a condescending baritone as he effortlessly picks you up and deposits you on his bed. Picking his chair back up, he moves it beside the bed to take a seat in front of you.

“Listen real close to what I’m about to tell ya cause its important, open those fuckin’ ears princess cause if I end up havin’ to constantly keep repeatin’ myself…” he leaves the implicated threat hanging in the air between you two. Swallowing what remains of your now virtually non existent pride: You sit up straight and lean forward slightly, making sure to hold eye contact while he spoke. As the one sided conversation progresses and you inevitably begin to feel the need to either scoff or mouth off, you lightly bite your tounge. When the need to roll your eyes seems irresistible you make sure to blink a few times.

Bakugou and his ego always seem to have a way of destroying any sort of illusion that he is anything other than a self-righteous narcissist. Well, now he’s YOUR self-righteous narcissist…CORRECTION; You cant think like that anymore….from now on he’s….daddy.

The thought accompanies a brief pang in your metaphorical gut, is it regret? Maybe guilt? You aren’t sure.

“-Last ones, your still paying attention right princess?”.

Hearing his question has your eyes immediately snapping back into focus. You take in the handsome (but grumpy) face in front of you, nervously wondering when exactly he’d invaded your personal space.

“Y-Yes daddy, I’m listening to you” you stutter slightly, now noticing he’s actually kneeling on the mattress with you.

“So every day I expect you to do your absolute best” now with each statement he leans further into you, “You’re always going to remember how much daddy cares about you”. He presses a large hand against your chest, forcing your back down against the pillows behind you. “Realize that daddy always knows what’s best for you” both hands now rest on either side of you, effectively caging you in.

“You’ll always know that you can rely on daddy, and will trust him one hundred percent of the time”.

The intensity of his crimson stare has your face burning up, and heart rapidly pounding in your chest. It’s now taking a serious amount of conscious effort to keep your eyes locked with his. “Any questions? Comments?…..concerns?” he puts an emphasis on that last word, wolffish grin firmly in place.

Shaking your head apparently wasn’t a good enough answer because its followed with a stern; “Use your words princess, you either say: Yes daddy or No daddy….understood?”.

“I understand daddy….I’ll follow your rules daddy” you reply, embarrassment evident at having to repeat the unfamiliar word.

“You sure? It’s not like you to have absolutely nothing to say” he’s testing you, you’ll play into it this time.

“Well if you insist…..I do have a question, just one” at this his eyes instantly narrow and you could have sworn you’d seen a few stray sparks emit from his palms.

“Would it be too much to ask daddy if he wouldn’t mind kissing me again?”

🌆

Euphie checks her phone for the eigth time since she’d last texted you over forty-five minutes ago. Why weren’t you responding? Maybe she really had pushed you too far this time….A large hand comes to rest over her much smaller one, at this she finally sets her phone facedown on the table with a sigh.

“She wont stay angry with you forever, her and Bakubro might be having such a good time together that she’s forgotten all about her phone” Kirishima tries his best to reassure with his usual smile. The sudden wide eyed, dead pan stare he gets in return whipes that smile from his now reddening face. He’s realized far too late at what his words seem to of implied.

“I didn’t mean it like that! Really! I promise I didn’t! M’sorry”. Seeing the red head this flustered is so adorable, his companion cant help but giggle.

“I know Eji, dont worry about it”.

Entrusting your care to Bakugou was fine: He cares about you almost as much as she herself does. If she wasn’t certain how genuine the boy’s feelings toward you were, none of this would ever have happened.

Yeah, everything is going to be just fine….You’ll thank her one day.

💥

Bakugou’s crimson gaze is way too intense while roaming over the female laying down on his bed. Having her completely bare, and spread out before him is an accomplishment he shamelessly contragulates himself for. She’s getting self conscious now: Delicate hands come up to cover her chest, and plush thighs press together in an attempt to hide the drooling mess kept between them. It’s all or naught though as her legs are suddenly wrenched apart, and each wrist is now pinned above her head, held in just a single one of his hands.

“Nu-uh princess, no hiding….keep those legs open…wanna see all of you” condescending words only seem to widen his feral grin.

Seeing his cock now freed from its previously strained confinements as its looms above you, standing tall, has your leaky little hole twitching. The smooth inner walls inside repeatedly clenching in anticipation. Bakugou trails a finger from clit to slit as he hums in approval.

“What’s this hah? Such a fuckin’ mess your makin’ down here”

“S-Sorry daddy…I cant help it…Just want you so bad…dont wanna wait any longer…Please dont make me wait more” a soft roll of your hips accompanies your pleading whines. Your continuous begging for his cock has that monster stirring in him again, he has to forcibly push the dark thoughts away before addressing you again.

“If I dont prep you then-“ you interrupt him.

“It’s fine! I can take it, please just take me…” he notices your moment of hesitation before you lock eyes with him while adding “make it hurt”.

You’re just so fucking bold!

Trying to make demands, disguised as requests! Its so cute he cant help but caress your cheek before bestowing upon you the last gentle kiss you’ll get until he’s throughly DESTROYED you for anyone else.

“Dont ever fucking tell me what to do again” he growls before slamming his hips forward.

He’s buried balls deep inside you: Your initial gasp at the sudden intrusion, now morphs into a silent scream that has a you arching up off the mattress.

“Got that you greedy little slut? See what happens?” He taunts through gritted teeth.

Your cunt squeezing and spasming around his cock feels incredible, to the point he has to busy himself with sucking harshly on your neck to keep from releasing desperate whimpers of his own.

“I can take it…please move….m’sorry daddy…please don’ be mad a’me….”

“M’not mad at you baby….s’okay” He manages to reassure you through his clenched jaw. He finally starts to move inside of you, desperately trying so hard to take it easy on you. All precedent falls apart when your legs wrap around his waist, now he’s digging you out.

“Y’okay?” He rasps while continuously ravaging your tight cunt.

“M-mm-more than okay” you stutter.

“Taking my cock so well baby girl….Fucking hell!” His lewd compliment causing your insides to involuntarily clench.

“Deeper! Deeper!” You plead.

Katsuki thought you’d preferred his shallow thrusts, but if you really wanted your guts rearranged he’d be pleased to make it happen. He grabs one of your legs, placing it up on his broad shoulder, while the other remains curled around his hip. Straightening up he smirks down at you, before delivering a harsh slap to your clit. Now beginning to rapidly piston his hips while taunting you: “What did I tell you earlier hah? Answer me dammit!”.

His hot hand comes down on your inner thigh and you cry out: “N-Not supposed t-to tell y-you what to d-do!”. It shouldn’t be possible for you to be squeezing him even tighter, but somehow you do. That can mean only one thing… “Gonna cum aren’t you princess? I can feel ya choking the life outta my cock”.

A pathetic whine accompanies your vigorous head nods and he growls in response: “You.better.fucking.not” a thrust accompanying each word, “Y’dont fuckin’ listen, shouldn’t let ya cum at all with how you keep misbehavin’, better start fuckin’ beggin”.

Horrified at the thought, you fight through the fog permeating your brain and force movement out of your lolling tounge.

“P-please daddy, I’ll b-be good from now on if y-you’ll just let me c-cum! Y-you’re just making me feel so good daddy, no one’s ever made me feel this i-incredible before” your panting breaths making it too difficult to continue speaking. Even if he doesn’t believe it, your words are entirely true, this is the first time you can ever recall feeling like this during sex. A foreign sensation is making its way into your gut, your limbs are moving of their own accord, you cant think straight when you manage to speak next: “Its too much! Too big, Too deep, Too intense! I c-cant take anymore please make it stop!”.

“Stop? Oh fuck no princess, after all this lip you’ve been giving me, you think I’m gonna let you tap out like a little bitch? Think again” his thumb begins to rub harsh circles against your clit. “We’re not stopping until you cream all over my cock like a nasty girl like you is supposed to, then you’re gonna do it again when I blow my load inside this tight fucking cunt and you’ll scream my name while I fucking do it because this pussy is all mine! Got all that you fucking whore?”.

“Yes daddy” you whimper, face screwed up in tight concentration as he finally pushes you over the edge. Your eyes fly open as you blindly search for his hand, gripping it tightly in attempts to anchor yourself in reality as a sudden rush of dopamine floods your brain. White hot pleasure seemingly overwhelming every single nerve in your body, making your legs shiver as you faintly hear yourself calling out his name repeatedly. Katsuki is the only thing you know in this strange foreign place: This comforting warmth suddenly invades your tummy, continuously being pumped inside you while you moan at the newfound sensation.

A pair of strong arms wind themselves around you, pulling you closer, making you feel safe, at ease, loved?

“Come…back…..come back to me” he’s calling for you. Your soul had to of vacated your body; You feel Weightless, you’re floating, “Daddy?”. Suddenly you start sinking, and without warning your body jolts, “Katsuki?!”.

“M’right here princess, daddy’s got you….Disappeared on me for a lil while” his familiar voice is grounding. His fingers card gently through your hair, and for the very first time you’re seeing a “Soft” side to this so easily angered man. Sighing contentedly you snuggle into his chest, letting his caramel scented sweat overwhelm your senses.

“I really like this”

“Hah?! That’s all you have to say?!”

Ah there he goes, moment ruined, illusion shattered.

“I’m sorry. But I’m not entirely coherent just yet…you uh…you kinda did a number on me there” you mutter sheepishly, making an attempt to escape his embrace. Its immediately thwarted, and your pulled right back against his chest. “Ah fuck…knew I shoulda just made you wait and prepped you properly….Sorry about that, guess I just got caught up in everything”. Surely hell has frozen over: Katsuki Bakugou just not only admitted a possible wrong doing, but APOLGIZED for it as well!

“Ive wanted to do this with you for so long: Fuck you, hold you, be with you, and I fucked it up! Just like I always seem to fucking do, I-“

“Daddy” your voice effectively silences his self-depreciating rant. His hand begins to gently run up and down your back as he mumbles a “Yes princess?”.

You lean back slightly, tilting your head up so those cute doe eyes can stare up into his, the smile your wearing makes his chest tighten.

“M’not hurt, sore but not damaged….I wasn’t referring to my body, I meant you did a number on my mind…Besides I asked for it remember? I’ve wanted this for a long time too, so I got impatient…Please dont berate yourself, lets just enjoy this moment as the first of many now…Kay?”.

That’s right, you’re his now; Along with the opportunity to care for and make sure to correct you…he’ll be able to do this with you again. You had given yourself to him after all, so he can have you as many times as he wants, whenever he wants! He’s far too occupied with his lewd thoughts to care about the foreboding darkness thats begun to emerge from its confines within his skull.

You don’t remember falling asleep but Katsuki gently prods you awake: “Baby…wake up, Its dinner time…I made food for us…c’mon princess you need to eat”.

You whine, attempting to burrow further beneath the blankets, “Not hungryyyy...wanna sleep more!”.

“Dont make daddy ask you again, you wont like what happens”.

Not interested in ruining such a wonderful night, you begrudgingly sit up. Noticing he’s seated at his desk, with a large steaming bowl set infront of him. You slide out of bed, standing up and realizing you’re naked, but strangely not embarrassed by it.

“Here” he tosses you a shirt, “Now c’mere, hurry up before it gets cold!”. Pulling his shirt over your head as you pad over to him and take a seat on his lap. Noticing the single spoon and bowl has you looking at him with genuine curiosity. “Since you like actin like a damn baby so much, figured I’d continue treatin’ you like one” his words make you grin sheepishly again, and you hold out your hand expectantly waiting for him to hand you the spoon….he doesn’t.

Taking an impressive spoonful of the steaming food he then proceeds to blow on it before bringing it up to your lips.

“Say ahh, brat”.

“Wha-?”

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he shoves the spoon into your open mouth. Of course it tastes amazing, but he doesn’t plan on keeping this up right? WRONG!

Repeating the pattern of giving you a bite and then taking one himself.

“I can feed myself y’know…” you mutter growing increasingly flustered at the insulting action but more so the fact that its making you feel….excited?

“I dont think you can princess….I always hear Euphie bitchin at ya for skipping breakfast or to hurry up and come eat dinner” pausing to feed himself, then repositioning the now loaded spoon back infront of you before continuing.

“That shit ends today, gonna teach ya how important it is to take care of yourself, and if you wont? Then I guess daddy will have to do it for ya”.

You’re squirming in his lap by the time you accept the last bite,swallowing thickly before making an attempt at vaulting off his lap. Large hands immediately snag you around the middle before your feet even touch the ground.

“No, No, thats not how we do things around here, where the fuck are your manners?” he slips a hand between your clenched thighs to move them apart, and then brings a slap down to the inside of each. You dont even know why he’d done that and the shock is evident on your face. “You like when I baby ya, dont lie to me LITTLE girl”.

“No I-“

“What’s this then?” he quickly interupts while holding up the palm he’d previously slapped you with. Glimmering in the low light is your sticky arousal coating his palm.

“Sorry” your voice is barely audible as you hang your head in shame.

“Mhm sure you are…Here I am being a good care taker to you and what did you do? Sat there thinking all kinds of nasty things while I spoon feed you, you really are a fuckin depraved slut aren’t you princess?”

You bite your lip as your eyes start to water,still refusing to look up and far too embarrassed to respond. A finger beneath your chin forces your head up and his breath hitches when he notices tears getting ready to fall. A malicious smile now turns his lips upward as he cups your cheek, “Look at that…shes about to start crying and all because of what? Cuz you just exposed yourself for being the depraved little slut you are?”.

“NO! No im not I-“.

“You are” his grip tightens painfully on your jaw, pulling your face forward so its now just an inch away from his own, “And I fuckin’ love it”. Then he’s surging forward pressing his lips against yours; Forcing his tongue into your mouth, hand coming around to grip the back of your head. Your lungs are on fire while his hand slips under your shirt to harshly grope at your chest. Clawing his forearms is finally enough to get his attention and he reluctantly pulls away. You’ve just barely began catching your breath when he suddenly stands up, keeping a firm grip on your ass to carry you, before dropping you onto the bed.

“Take that off and-“

*knock knock knock*

The sudden knocking followed abruptly by Kirishima’s muffled shouting, startles both you and Katsuki, and the rattling door knob has you immediately springing into action.

“Hey we brought back desert to share with you guys! So just meet us at my room whenever you feel like it, Euphie’s changing her clothes and then she’ll be there too, we’re gonna watch a movie if you two wanna join us!”.

He must have heard Bakugou’s standard non-committal grunt in response, because you hear his retreating footsteps trail off down the hall.

Grabbing your skirt out from underneath the bed, you stand back up.

Just as you’d gotten to your feet your immediately pushed face first onto the mattress. A sweaty hand takes hold of your hip in a bruising grip, while the other delivers a sharp pinch to your ass cheek. Yelping in response to the sudden harsh yank of your hair that proceeds a whisper of:

“You didn’t really think I would let you off that easy did you? Your fuckin’ cake can wait brat, we’re done when I fuckin say we are, got it?”.

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A/N: I hope this chapter was to everyone’s liking, I’m actually kind of nervous to post it but 🤷🏼‍♀️ Chapter 3 has a fair amount of smut in it as well so look forward to that. I’m hoping to get another one shot up for “A man of his word” this week, if you like extreme Yandere Bakugou check that out. I have one penned but it needs to be typed up.