#also I wish it told you if a user was taken BEFORE it made you put in your password n shit

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CHANGED MMY DISCORD TAG TOO MUHC AND NOW IT WONT LET ME GO BACK TI NORMAL AAAAUAGRUYRGGAGAGGGGGGGHHH

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That was amazing! Can I request a Part 6? Drum Island, where they need to find a Doctor for Nami and Reader who become severely sick

When Reader regains conscious, she keeps running away from Dr. Kureha in fear (Dr. Kureha took a little of Reader’s blood when she was unconscious to check what she’s infected with, and discovers her blood has a unique mutation that can reverse not only her cells, but others’ cells that have severe diseases/illnesses to curable stages) then puts two and two together on why a little girl could have so many scares and feels disgust, and darkly asks Luffy, Nami and Sanji if they’re the ones who gave Reader her scars, because if they are she’s going to kill them

Dr. Kureha tells Luffy and Nami that this is her theory, but based on Reader’s her scars, her reaction when she learned she’s a doctor and her power (And what she found out from her blood) that someone’s been taking Reader’s body apart to use as they see fit (Luffy, Nami and Sanji have never felt more horrified then murderous over the pain Reader had to endure)

When Reader meets Chopper, she quickly bonds with him and trusts him to treat her (She’ll slowly trust Dr. Kureha) as Luffy and friends battle the evil Wapol, she also doesn’t see Chopper as a Monster, rather thinks he’s cute and his blue nose is his ‘pretty’, and if he thinks he’s a monster, then they’ll be monster’s together, since they both have ‘horns’ (Though Chopper corrects her saying he has antlers)

Dr. Kureha tells Reader that if she can use her power correctly, there’s no telling how many people Reader could save (Calling Reader’s power the ‘Great Miracle’ all Doctors wished for and her existence is a miracle itself, which makes Reader cry because she’s always saw her power and existence a ‘Curse’) but tells her that it’s her power and only she should be allowed to use it as they leave to Alabasta

-Vivi was beside herself, trying to take care of both you and Nami, after she suddenly collapsed after guiding the ship through a sudden but short storm that would have knocked them off course.

-Nami was having the same symptoms at you and while scared at first that this sickness was contagious, Vivi found a similar bug bite on Nami as well.

-Vivi heard shouting up above and while not wanting to leave the two of you alone, you were both asleep and she went to investigate, finding a massive hulking person, Wapol, threatening Sanji and Luffy.

-After a very brief fight, Wapol was sent flying out into the ocean, which, for a Devil Fruit user, was normally a death sentence.

-Drum Island was covered in snow, everyone was bundled in thick jackets and for good measure, you were wrapped up in a blanket as well, being held in Vivi’s arms while Luffy carried Nami.

-Dalton tried to attack the crew with the former Drum Island militia, but after hearing what was going on, a woman and a child that desperately needed a doctor, he called off the attack and took everyone to Bighorn, a nearby village.

-Everyone was furious to learn that Wapol, the man Luffy punched earlier, had taken all doctors for himself, and if anyone on Drum Island needed medical attention, Wapol expected them to come and plead for help.

-A pirate named Blackbeard attacked, and Wapol, rather being the king he should have been, fled with his court and the doctors, abandoning Drum Island because he was scared.

-You whimpered softly and Luffy was quick to take you in his arms, holding you carefully, but you remained asleep as Dalton told them that there was one more doctor, Kureha, but many regarded her as a witch, and would only come down from her castle, Wapol’s former home, when she felt like it.

-Vivi, Zoro, and Usopp remained at Bighorn, mainly for the ship, while Luffy and Sanji, carrying you and Nami, made way to Drum Castle.

-Sanji sensed the Lapahns before Luffy did, as he had stepped on one, and leapt back, cradling you close, a glare in his eyes.

-Unable to fight properly, Luffy and Sanji were banged up, but after causing an avalanche, the Lapahns conceded, after Luffy pulled the parent of one out of the snow when a child was trying to dig it out.

-Sanji was still conscious, but injured across his back, having taken some claws to protect you before delivering a harsh kick.

-Kureha walked out, seeing the visitors, and found the two men, bloody and bruised, holding a woman and a child, but in need of medical attention before they quickly passed out.

-The men and Nami were up first, meeting Chopper, a blue nosed reindeer who ate a Devil Fruit and was a doctor himself!

-Nami looked around for you, growing concerned as Luffy was chasing Chopper around, demanding that he join the crew, loving the idea of a talking reindeer in his crew, “Where’s Y/N?! Is she okay?!”

-The doctor gave her a small nod towards another room, “Still asleep. That fever of hers did a number on her. I’m hoping you lot can help me understand something.”

-After getting everyone together in Nami’s room, Kureha told them how, while she was working on you, tending to your fever as well as running some blood tests, your horn seemed to flare with energy, and that energy surrounded you, healing your body, but due to you being so weak from being sick, you were still unconscious.

-Chopper nodded, “I’ve never seen anything like it before, is it a Devil Fruit ability?”

-A few hesitant glances were shared before Luffy gave a small nod, and Nami spoke, “Y/N’s ability isn’t a Devil Fruit ability, it’s something else, something she was born with, that’s what she’s told us. We don’t know too many details about it ourselves, other than she was abused terribly for it before running away and being capture by Alvida, before Luffy saved her. Her ability allows her to rewind time.”

-Chopper’s jaw dropped and eyes bulged, “Rewind time?!” Nami nodded and hesitated, only for a moment, “We don’t know all the details ourselves, but she was able to bring my mother, who died when I was a child, back from the dead from just a lock of hair.”

-Their jaws dropped before Kureha inhaled deeply, grabbing the newspaper, “That’s probably why the government is after her then. YN’s ability… in the wrong hands it could- I-I don’t want to even think about it.”

-Luffy punched his fist into his other hand, “And that’s why we’re protecting her. Nobody is allowed to hurt her ever again!”

-Kureha seemed pleased with his answer before she spoke, “Then I won’t kill you lot.” Kureha was fully prepared to kill them herself if they were the ones who had hurt you, “When I removed her bandages, the number of wounds and scar tissue she had on her little body, whoever had her was strategically hurting her, tearing her apart, I’m guessing to study this ability of hers.”

-They knew you were scarred, but to hear this from a doctor’s standpoint, that you were being tortured for your ability, the rage they felt was unlike anything they had ever felt before.

-Kureha was able to discover this easily, about what not only your ability, but your blood could do as well, and she shuddered to think if the government ever got their hands on you, knowing you would probably be even worse off compared to whenever you were with the bastards who did this to you.

-It was an hour later when you finally stirred, your vision blurry and your eyes went wide, finding yourself in a hospital and you instantly panicked, sitting up, “Big-big brother?!”

-Kureha entered, offering you a friendly smile, “You’re up! Glad to- don’t!” you leapt out of bed and quickly scrambled underneath, ripping your IV out as you huddled your legs tightly to your body, hyperventilating.

-She quickly exited the room and only moments later you heard strange footsteps before you came face to face with a…reindeer?

-Chopper entered, hearing you were having a panic attack, scared of doctors, and sent him in instead, and he got down on all four to peek at you.

-He was nervous, but not as much as he had been with your crewmates, you were a child.

-Your eyes were wide as you blinked, a bit confused about what you were looking at before he talked, “Your name is Y/N, right? My name is Tony Tony Chopper! But you can call me Chopper.”

-You mouthed his name, unable to form words and he nodded, offering you a hoof, “You shouldn’t be out of bed yet, you’re still pretty weak.”

-You hesitated but took his hand and let him pull you out, finding he was shorter than you, but gave you a friendly smile and helped you back onto the bed.

-He ran out, panicking that you were bleeding, going to get supplies and came back to find the wound gone, as you had healed it.

-He was gentle, tending to your wounds, “Does it hurt where it was?” you were still scared, not talking, shaking your head as he checked it out, “Does it hurt when you use your ability?”

-Your free hand lifted to your horn, touching it, “Some-sometimes, when I fix a big- a big…” your voice trailed off and he nodded, explaining that Luffy told him if you use your ability too much, you get fevers, which you confirmed.

-You smiled, thinking about your brother, wanting to see him, “Big brother tells me not to use it, so I don’t get sick. He tells me I only use it when I want to.” He smiled softly, patting your head gently, “He’s right, you only use it when you want to.” It was so unlike things when you were with Overhaul and Alvida, who forced you to use it on their whims.

-You asked to see your brother, or Nami or anyone, wanting to see your family, only to find out they were out fighting Wapol, who wanted his castle back. You tilted your head to the side, “What’s a Wapol?” you didn’t know him, so Chopper explained he was a cruel king who left many years ago and is now coming back.

-Chopper checked your temperature and made sure your body was okay, being so gentle with you, and he couldn’t help but grin as you poked his blue nose, “It’s so pretty.” Your words were so sweet and gentle before he looked down, “Thank you Y/N, but I don’t really like it. It makes me different- makes me a monster.”

-You knew that word well, your arms coming towards your chest, looking down as you nodded, “We- can we… can we be monsters together then, since we both have horns?” his face fell, eyes full of concern as he realized that you had been terribly abused, thinking that you were a monster.

-He remembered the words of your family well, that you could rewind time, and if you were being tortured, forced to use your ability, they probably forced you to rewind time on things and others called out a monster for it.

-He smiled gently, offering you his hoof to hold, “Technically I don’t have horns, I have antlers. But we can- together.” His answer made you smile, it made you feel like you belonged!

-Kureha entered and you instantly flinched, holding onto Chopper, scared, but she sat down on the empty bed across from you, “I won’t touch you, Y/N, that’s why I sent Dr. Chopper here instead.” Your eyes went wide, looking at him, “You’re a doctor?”

-He beamed, looking smug and proud, but you were so confused, he was a doctor, but he didn’t hurt you, he was so nice. You looked back at Kureha who saw your realization, giving you a grin and a small nod.

-Kureha, true to her word, kept her distance, ignoring the rumbling in the castle, hearing Luffy and the others fighting, and spoke with you, “Y/N, your ability is- it’s amazing! You could be the Great Miracle that all doctors have been wishing for, to help everyone they can!”

-The tears instantly swelled and spilled over, all your life, you’ve known this ability as a curse, and many had told you so, both your ability and existence, because without you, some people might still be alive!

-To hear that your gift was a miracle, and that you would help others, listening to Kureha that you could save the world if you learned how to control your ability.

-The thought seemed scary at first, but there was a swell of something inside of you, you felt so happy, like you were going to burst!

-You sobbed in relief, leaping into Luffy’s arms when he came to get you after defeating Wapol, clutching him tightly and Nami whacked him only once, scolding him for making you cry, as you were upset that he was injured again.

-You nearly were in tears again, holding Chopper’s hand as he was saying goodbye to Kureha, who was trying not to cry herself, not liking tearful goodbyes.

-Chopper was sobbing loudly as your whole crew was gawking with wide, wonderous eyes, as Kureha seemed to use magic to make it snow cherry blossom, the pink glow from the cannons illuminating the white snow in a pink hue. It was so beautiful! You had never seen anything like it!

-You were happy to be back on the ocean and Usopp couldn’t help but grin, seeing you opening up a bit more, showing Chopper all around the ship.

-The others learned quickly not to tease Chopper about eating him, you overheard them joking about it and Sanji and Zoro spent almost an hour trying to calm you down, each of them having several steaming lumps on their head while Nami and Usopp yelled at them while Luffy was hiding with Chopper.

Elsewhere

-A man sat in a bar, looking over a couple of bounty posters, a grin on his lips, “You’ve grown Luffy… but I’m kicking your ass because you never told me you got a little sister! That means I’ve got a little sister now!!”

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Will Graham x M!Reader

Last Edited: March 24, 2021 9:30 PM

TW: anxiety

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Word Count: 1,060

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You have been under stress from Jack for a week now. He kept pushing and pushing and pushing. It was just too much. He was always rushing you to finish up your notes on cases which led to mistakes. This, in turn, led to you being yelled at by him all the time. It not only embarrassed you, but it also made you feel both dumb and inferior to everyone else around you. Jack had told you that if you were to make any more mistakes, I’d be taken off the case you are on now. That scared you more than anything. Your job is to review the cases, profile the killer, and take notes on it all. The moment Jack yelled that at you, you could feel everything crashing down around you.

You hid away in the lab with Bev. Brian and Jimmy were out getting everyone lunch. Bev had lent her lab coat to you since you were pretty cold. Bev seemed fine with the entire thing since she was the one to offer you her coat. The coat was warm thanks to Bev’s body heat and warmed you right up. You and Bev had been talking about the workload you’ve been getting and the stress you’ve been facing. You weren’t ready for her to suddenly bring up Will Graham though.

“So, you got the hots for the unstable man… I see how it is,” Bev says, her lips curled up in a smirk.

“I… No! You be quiet!” You tell her, your face flushing at the sudden change in subject. Bev’s eyes twinkle with mischief.

“You know I can’t do that. Now that I know about you having the hots for him and all,” Her smirk doesn’t disappear, it seems to grow bigger. “I’m just surprised the man hasn’t noticed.”

“You’re surprised? I’m surprised! He knows what people think and, yeah it is kinda scary, but it’s also really cool. Maybe he does know but doesn’t feel the same way,” Your tone goes from joyful to slightly sorrowful at the thought of rejection. Before you and Bev can say anymore, Will walks in, holding a file in his hands. “Oh, is that for me?” You ask, reaching your hand out to take the file, already knowing it’s for you. Will hands you the file, observing you the entire time.

“You seem to be nervous, very nervous,” He says, staring at you. You give him a shaky smile, feeling your nerves slowly getting the better of you.

“Yeah, well, I’ve just been stressed lately. I mean, have you heard Jack yelling at me? I’m sure everyone has by now,” You end your sentence with a nervous, shaky laugh.

“Yeah. I heard it. Sorry you had to go through that… I’ve been yelled at by him so many times that I’ve not fazed anymore,” Will tells you, giving you a small smile, trying to comfort you. You try your best to keep your face from flushing at the simple smile. You look towards Bev quickly, seeing her mouth the words ‘Yeah, you got the hots for him’. You give her a small glare before looking down at the file in your hands.

“I guess it’s time to get to work. Bev, be a dear get me a chair, Darling,” You say dramatically, trying to get rid of the sick feeling in your stomach. You hear Bev let out a chuckle as she goes to get you a chair. Faintly, you hear Will let out a small snort of amusement. You feel that nervousness slowly coming back. Who knew that a simple sound from Will would get to you like that? Bev pushes the desk chair towards you, its wheels rolling silently. You grab it and place it by the desk and sit down. You open up the case file and start to analyze the pictures.

“Well, I’ll be on my way. I’ve done all I came to do,” He says as he starts to walk out. He stops suddenly and looks towards you. You don’t notice with your face close to one of the crime scene photos, your eyes squinting slightly as you looked at all the details. “[Redacted], you can come to my house if you need to talk about the cases or just want to chat, You’re Welcome Anytime .” He leaves after saying those words, leaving you no time to process them before he’s gone.

“Seems like Mr. Will Graham may have to hots for you too. Please tell me you’ll go to his house. Two nervous people like you and Will go great for one another, I swear,” Bev says, leaning over you.

“I might, but you never know. Maybe I’ll disappear off the face of the Earth for a while. Being alone with Will would be a nightmare,” You say, sighing. You hear her chuckle as she pats your shoulder.

“Yeah. You two would just sit there awkwardly in silence, not knowing how to start a conversation. Maybe you two would make eye contact and then look away, all blushing like they do in books and movies,” She teases, her tone light.

“We won’t do what the movies and books do. That’s too cliche. Think a little bit higher of us, will ya’?” You laugh, sounds both happy and amused by her words.

“Don’t come crying to me when you do exactly what they do in those books.”

“You’re a hopeless romantic, how sweet.” You hit her shoulder lightly, your nervousness now gone thanks to her teasing.

“Look, all I’m saying is, you two would be cute. Two cute dudes dating each other and having each other’s backs. Sounds like a dream right there. And my friends would be boyfriends! I get to be the one who sets up your dates because you both would suck at it. I can see it now!” Bev exclaims, shaking the chair gently in excitement.

“Alright, calm down. Don’t let your imagination get the best of you. You don’t even know if it’ll happen,” You tell her, your smile wide on your face.

“Oh shush! I do to know. It’s destined to happen and you know it. For now, let’s get this case looked at. Hate to have Jack yell at you again,” She says, calming down enough to finally work with.

“Yeah, alright. Let’s get this case started.”

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The World’s Favorite Star (A Bokuaka Fic)

Chapter 2, "Take Me Out To Dinner First" Akashi's POV

Notes:

This Chapter is short, I'm sorry.

I am extremely overwhelmed lately and haven't really had time to write

If I don't finish the fic before

December it will be postponed to January cause yk, mandatory holiday fic.

I'll announce it on BlueSky and on here if that happens (see end notes for bsky user)

My name is Akashi Keiji,

I am the current manager of the [Unknown name] Middle School Volleyball club, tho I am thinking of playing in High School.

So there is this guy on the team, and he's probably the sweetest guy ever. I don't really like to talk a lot but he always tries to make me feel included whenever he can.

He's a joy to be around, a star in a dark night's sky.

It's weird to admit it but I think I got a pretty big crush on him. I don't know if he feels the same tho.

I've received lots of love confessions from both boys and girls but none of them were him. He also has his fair share of admirers, being the star player of the Volleyball team and all.

But he's never dated anyone of them apparently.

Today is Valentine's day, and I brought a rose to school for him. I wish I knew what the best way to confess to him was. I was alone in class around lunchtime when I heard him calling me,

"AGAASHI!" He was hiding a big bouquet of flowers behind his back, my heart already started racing when he said my name but when I saw the flowers I couldn't help but hope they were for me.

"Not to sound rude but you're into guys right?" my heart fell out of my chest when he asked that.

Be cool Akashi, he might actually ask you out. Be COol, BE F*CKING COOL!

"Hello, Bokuto-san. I am actually, why?"

F*cking nailed it.

"So like, if I ever wanted to ask a guy out, how would I do it?", when he he said that my heart stopped.

I could have thrown up right then and there.

Getting rejected indirectly somehow hurts more than when someone says it to your face.

But I answered his question the best I could. He deserves only the best in my opinion. And then he said something completely out of pocket.

"D-Do you wanna marry me!?"

I was taken aback when he said that and pushed the bouquet in my face.

And then I couldn't help but laugh, I felt bad about it but that was the only reaction I could give him. He looked completely mortified. Before the situation could escalate any further I pulled out the rose I brought for him and asked him out.

My face felt so hot it may have been on fire.

I actually told him I wanted to marry him someday!?

Why would I do that!? We're in middle school for god's sake!

But he didn't make fun of me for saying it. He never made fun of me for anything.

He picked me up that evening, he looked so cute, his hair was drowned in even more gel than

usual, he looked like a snowman with that jacket of his.

I bet I had such a dumb smile, his was so dorky I couldn't look away. I teased him a little about him asking me to marry him, I mean who wouldn't? He asked me to hold my hand and even through our gloves I could feel the warmth of his hand, I kinda wanted to snuggle him and hold his arm like we were an actual couple. As we walked to the Valentine's festival my heart couldn't help but race like crazy. I kept telling myself to act cool but it was so difficult to do in a situation like this!

We got something to eat, I sketched a street pertormer, he complimented me. On our way to the Ferris Wheel I spotted a shooting game with a gigantic owl plush that you could win.

"Bokuto-san, can I ask you for something?", I hate asking for stuff but I absolutely hate shooting games.

"Of course, Akaashi!" that damn stupid smile of his makes it so hard to not just melt right there, on the spot.

"Could you, maybe try and um... win me that owl?", I asked looking away, again if I wasn't so

bad at shooting games I would have done it myself.

The look he got of his face was one of total concentration, he tried a few times and cussed under his breath a few times, he won me a huge panda instead of the owl but I wasn't complaining, it was still something I could cuddle with at night imagining it's him. The Ferris Wheel was a little awkward but... he just makes me feel so many feelings I really didn't mind being that close to me.

"You're still sleeping over right? I don't want you to walk alone this late at night", I asked, he's slept over at my place so many times that we now have a bunch of his clothes at my house so that he doesn't have to bring stuff over every time.

"Yeah I'm not a fan of the dark really" , after he said

that, my brain started connecting dots, a perfect plan,

"Wanna go to the love tunnel?"

Author's Notes:

Has the Ao curse got me? Who knows!? I just know my mental health is currently on vacation in the deepest depths of hell and reading fluff, watching Anime and playing Di are the only things keeping me somewhat stable at the moment.

Thanks for reading, Lots of Love, Sasha < 3

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so ml canon divergence au where after reflekdoll, marinette gets sick or hurt or both and can't be ladybug for a bit because of it so she has tikki go to chat so he can, ideally, take over as ladybug while she's gone and choose who he wants to be his black cat

adrien doesn't do that and instead chooses alya to be ladybug so it becomes a scarabella and chat noir team up which makes gabriel finally gather up enough courage to use his braincells

akuma + sentimonster + hawkmoth + mayura + bad/newbie ladybug who doesn’t have the talent for it or the experience in fighting together with chat noir = the highest chance of victory he has had so far(?)

so he makes an akuma and has mayura make them a sentimonster then they wait for scarabella to use her lucky charm and for chat noir to use his cataclysm before ambushing them then blocking them from escaping until they detransform and he can take their miraculous with minimal risk

*insert evil monologue and how disappointing adrien/chat noir is* before he makes the wish

gimmi: alright then Mr "nothing left to lose", bet.

gabriel wakes up in prison (life sentence with no chance of parole) and stays there for years without anyone visiting him with all the prisoners hating him before he accidentally broken out by a fight between someone with the dragon miraculous and someone with the ox miraculous whose superpower seems like a green lantern ring knock off instead of making him immune to superpowers like nooroo told him it would.

at first he just thinks nooroo might have somehow lied to him but then the Dragon miraculous user uses fire and then he's just confused.

he doesn't get much time to think on it because the inmates all start shouting and running towards the hole the two supervillains(?) made to try and escape. he follows them and ends up managing to escape but not without some bruises and a few bullets grazing him.

after his (not so) great escape, he hides and stumbles upon the goat miraculous by accident then laughs

gabriel: yes... the world is surely on my side!

he puts on the miraculous and transforms but his weapon isn't a brush, it's a battering ram stick with a goat head, and yelling 'genesis', no matter how many times he does so even at differing volumes, does nothing.

he also finds himself detransforming moments later and almost passing out from exhaustion. while he's on his knees gasping for air, a snort draws his attention, the source being... a kwami who looked very smug

gabriel glared at the goat kwami who dared treat him with such insolence

gabriel: ziggy, I order you to stop laughing and explain to me what is going on immediately!!!

the kwami's expression immediately turned to stone much to gabriel's satisfaction, though it didn't last very long before they burst out laughing

ziggy: hahahaha!!! what do you think this is, the previous world?

they didn't wait for an answer and promptly burst out laughing again

gabriel couldn't tolerate such disrespect and made to grab the accursed kwami to shut him up but his hand passed right through them. gabriel stared at his arm for a moment before making another attempt to grab them again... and again... and again and again

eventually the accursed creature stopped laughing and gave him a very bored look which somehow made him feel worse than when they were laughing at him. it was as if they saw gabriel as joke, and that joke was used too much at once so now it was no longer funny

ziggy: you said you had nothing left to lose, right gabi?

gabriel immediately went to correct them, after all gabi grassette was weak and long dead, but the kwami continued without giving him a chance

ziggy: that's why gimmi generously only took away everything you didn't care about to revive your wife

gabriel suddenly had a sinking feeling

ziggy: your reputation, your skills and talents, your knowledge as well as your connections... all of them were either taken away and given to someone else or made no longer applicable

he hoped that his knowledge no longer being applicable only applied to the miraculous but for now he needed to know more about the first part

gabriel: g-given away!? to who!?

ziggy: hmm... who knows really? but my hope is that it's ladybug, both because that would be really funny and a well deserved break for her as well as great karma for you!

gabriel barely managed to keep himself from grinding his teeth to dust or smashing his fist into the concrete wall or ground. the thought of that... that brat getting his fortune and talents... it was unthinkable what gabriel would do to correct that.

the kwami snorted as if reading his mind

ziggy: you already committed mass genocide on a daily basis, how bigger a hole do you think you can dig yourself into?

gabriel glared at the kwami before responding

gabriel: as soon as I figure out how the miraculous work, you'll see.

ziggy: but why do you need the miraculous in the first place? your wife is alive and well now even if she never wants you to be a part of her or her son's life. I thought you didn't care about anything except her being alive? or are you finally ready to admit to yourself that your goal was always to rule the world and you wanting the miraculous to heal your wife was just the excuse you used to manipulate mayura into helping you?

gabriel: shut up!!! no one deserves to more than me!!!

ziggy shook her head as gabi walked past with thinly veiled rage

ziggy: karma is yet to collect your full debt...

[can-you-stomach-it]

As I said before when reblogging the transmasc version, I am unsure if these things uniquely target non binary people. But here I go, once again after a Read More because this is a bit long:

This is, I think, very particular to us non binary folks who are also men or women. But most cis people, and frankly quite a lot of trans people too, refuse to accept me as both non binary and a man. I've been told I am just "trying to be different". All non binary identities meet a level of scrutiny and disbelief that is even higher than the one regularly faced by trans people in general.

Back when I was 19-20, and had just gotten an appointment at a gender clinic, I was warned by a trans woman: do not say [to the staff] you are non binary. Since then, I've met a couple of non binary people who were denied access to HRT because the clinic didn't think they were trans enough to be deserving of a medical transition. I went to my appointment with the psychologist, pretended I was a binary trans man, and got my HRT. Medical gatekeeping affects all trans people, but non binary folks are especially fucked over by these systems.

I live in a Spanish-speaking country. Here, a lot of words have a gender. But a lot of us use a new pronoun to make words neutral. Instead of saying "la doctora" o "el doctor", we say "le doctore". This is great both for non binary people and gender equality more generally—since otherwise the masculine form of a noun ("los doctores") is used as default. Anyway. With that context out of the way, let me tell you: you cannot imagine the level of hostility, derision and hate you will face if you use gender neutral language in public and social media. Being laughed at is a best case scenario. I've gotten rape threats and other violent responses online, just for changing one letter in a word. While non binary people are not, by any means, the only or even the most frequent users of gender neutral Spanish, I do think we are specifically hurt by this. Since you know. Those are my pronouns. I have to monitor myself very closely to avoid gendering myself correctly in certain spaces (I also go by he/him but I prefer they/them—elle).

Getting any type of gender marker changed is such a hassle. I was lucky to attend college in an understanding place. It was clear that they hadn't gotten a trans student before, so they didn't really have any protocol for helping me. But they listened and changed my name in the system. However, when the topic of my gender marker came up, I hit a roadblock. They didn't ever update it (I asked for it to be an X since I wanted the option to be available for future students). My friend, who is a trans man and attended college one year after, got his gender marked changed to Male without issue.

When I was doing my legal transition, I wasn't given any non binary option. I wouldn't have taken it either way, since I do not want any official document giving away the fact that I am trans. However, I do think the option should exist for the non binary people who want it.

Once a psychologist told me I couldn't be non binary because people were either men or women, and saying I was neither was like saying I was an object and calling me by neutral pronouns made her uncomfortable bc it made her complicit in my objectification. I wish I was making this up.

I did an experiment. Since September 2023, I have presented myself as a trans man exclusively. Like, when I make friends at work or whatever, and the topic comes up, I will say I am a trans man. Before then, I woud say I was non binary. The amount of times I got misgendered was reduced by 90%. When I said I was non binary, I was constantly being grouped with women, because people do not take it seriously and assume you are actually your AGAB.

I guess this is more general, but every once in a while I dress very fem. We are talking short skirts, crop tops, shit like that. When I go out dressed that way, strangers assume I am a woman, hear me speak (I am on T) and assume I am a trans woman. I've experienced transmisogyny incidents as a result. Like, last year when I was coming back from a Pride parade, a man catcalled me, misgendering me in the process, and I told him to fuck off. He proceeded to get incredibly angry (because now he assumed he had been attracted to a trans woman). He cursed at me, called me a faggot, and so on. Thankfully, he kept driving, so I wasn't punched or worse. But yeah, I have learned to avoid telling men to fuck off when they assume I am a woman and sexually harass me because of that. Better to deal with that than risk a hate crime. I feel like non binary people often experience both transandrophobia and transmisogyny, along with nbphobia, and we don't know how to deal with it bc those resources aren't directed at us.

❗️❗️ This is asked entirely in good faith. This post is intended to open dialogue and help with solidarity and understanding. ❗️❗️

I would like to hear specifically from nonbinary people how the system of exorsexism/enbyphobia uniquely targets and affects you. Things that you feel other demographics do not experience. Reblogs and replies are very encouraged! If you would prefer, you could dm or send an ask to be added anonymously by me.

This is in the spirit of wanting to understand. I am listening. I encourage all binary trans people to not speak on this topic and let nonbinary people do the talking here. Reblog the post to spread it, but please say nothing.

Any and all people who identify as nonbinary are encouraged to participate. This is not agab-locked. If you are agender, trans neutral/neutrois, genderfluid, bigender, trigender, multigender, xenogender, genderqueer, third gender, two spirit, or any other gender not wholey contained within the strict binary of "man" or "woman", this post is for you. Even if you have already posted on the trans fem or trans masc versions, if you are nonbinary, you are welcome here.

This is not bait to start a fight. I will block without hesitation anyone who is actively being a shithead on this post. I want to hear and uplift your voices by getting it directly from you.

Click this to access the trans fem and trans women version of this post.

Click this to access the trans masc and trans men version of this post.

[teenmomcentral]

Teen Mom alum Kailyn Lowry clapped back at a troll that compared her to Nick Cannon after she welcomed twins in November 2023.

The drama began when Kailyn, 31, took to TikTok on February 10 to reveal some of the names she considered giving son Verse and daughter Valley. While many fans took to the comments section to share their opinions on the monikers, one person took the opportunity to compare the number of children Kailyn has to Nick, 43. The twins mark the former reality star’s sixth and seventh children, while the Masked Singer host is the proud father to 12 kids.

Responding to Kailyn’s comment in the caption that she wished she “could use all of these names,” the social media user wrote, “[You’re] the female Nick Cannon so it works.” Kailyn then slammed the fan for their lack of originality by sarcastically replying, “Good one. I’ve never heard any other insult like it before.”

Kailyn announced that she and boyfriend Elijah Scott were expecting twins just two weeks after she shocked fans by revealing she secretly gave birth to baby No. 5 in October 2023. She gave birth in November 2023, though did not confirm the arrival of the babies until January.

In addition to Verse and Valley, the Delaware resident shares sons Isaac with ex Jo Rivera, Lincoln with ex-husband Javi Marroquin, Lux and Creed with ex Chris Lopez, and Rio with Elijah, 25.

Kailyn clapped back at the comparison to Nick after she made it clear that she is done having kids. “No more pregnancy, no more pregnancies, no more surprise pregnancies, unplanned pregnancies, pregnancy, surrogacy, none of it. It’s all done. The chapter of motherhood will be closing as far of baby-making, but I’m excited for my kids,” she said during the November 3, 2023, episode of her “Barely Famous” podcast.

The MTV alum continued to insist that she won’t have any more children by explaining that doctors “cut [her] tubes out” when she gave birth to the twins. ‘This is taking f–king forever,” she said during a January episode of “Barely Famous.”

Elijah then confirmed that the tube removal happened, noting that he was by her side at the hospital. “You literally came to and said, ‘I want to see my tubes,’ as they were taking the tubes out,” he recalled before Kailyn revealed she saw her tubes after the surgery was complete.

The mother of seven said she was happy with her decision to not have more kids, though admitted she second-guessed having the procedure. “When I was signing the paperwork for the tubes, they were like, ‘You could have [side effects].’ In the side effects they include regret,” she told her listeners. “I was like, ‘Oh, seven kids, I would never regret this.’ I would be lying if I didn’t have quick glimmers of thought [afterward].”

“I feel done. I don’t regret it. But also, if I did not get my tubes taken out and got pregnant again it would not, like … it wouldn’t have upset me,” Kailyn continued. “But I’m, like, done. We were done. We made that decision before [the twins were born].”

[lucky-dyse]

I don't know what I did wrong again, and I wish I did. I'm sorry to see you go, and I only wish you had DMed me and said "hey, can you not [thing]", "could you please tag for (x) so I can blacklist it?", or "hey that [post or ask response I made] really upset me" and given me a chance to correct whatever it was and/or explain any misunderstanding. Because you may not be the only one with that issue, and if I don't know about it, I can't do anything to make it better for you or anyone else. I don't want to be upsetting to people, and I try not to be, but I'm not perfect.

I'm not coming to you trying to get unblocked this time. I just wanted my own feelings to be known. I only hope that should someone else do.....whatever I did, that you tell them and give them a chance to correct it before hard blocking them. Because it was a shock, and I had no idea there was even anything wrong, else I would've taken action.

If you have read this far, then thank you for doing me that courtesy. I don't expect a response, here or elsewhere. That is up to you, but I'll leave this account here so you have somewhere to put it if you do choose to.

I am sorry for whatever I did, and I am sorry to lose you.

But thank you for taking the time to read this.

I told you that the only reason I unblocked you was that I was too stressed to deal with you literally harassing me.

Let me say that again

I only unblocked you because you threatened to harass me if I didn't

Also, I don't need to give you a reason for blocking you. I am curating my online experience. I only wish I had posted the previous five asks you sent me publicly so there was more context. But alas, I didn't.

Leave me alone.

What you did was threaten me. What you did was not give me a fucking choice and then play the "ohhh you didn't give me a chance" card.

The only reason I didn't block you earlier was, as I said, because I had exams and general stressors. You say you want your feelings to be known, and then ignored my boundaries.

This also may come to a shock, but the world doesn't revolve around you. No one needs to tell you why they're blocking you. The only reason I did was because you literally used a sixteen year old who had nothing to do with what was going on as a messenger between us. They were beyond stressed and you didn't stop until you spammed my inbox. I did not want that to happen again, so I messaged you first.

And I did DM you. I extended to you a kindness, because a part of me still cared. It's extremely aggravating that even after I told you not to use a burner account to contact me, you still did.

Oh, and to whomever is reading this, I extend to you the context:

A while back, I had sent the user behind this message multiple (polite, I may add) anons that their blog had a slur in big lettering on their title. They didn't answer me, so I sent another a few months later. Then I sent another to their main, thinking they just didn't see it.

So I reported them, and informed them of it. They only posted the anon of me informing them of reporting them and acted like I had been harassing them.

This extended into me forming a throwaway account and sending this message

They responded thusly

After this is when they realized I blocked them and used a minor to play messenger. After that they threatened to harass me if I didn't unblock them.

I kept this quiet because I was stressed out of my mind and trying to graduate. But now I can finally post it. I am thoroughly pissed off right now.

You told me "it is your responsibility to curate your own experience" so let me fucking do so.

Do not contact me again.

[phoenixvelvet]

………where oh where do I FUCKING begin?

I’m cutting to the chase….this is pure horseshit

First of all, a key thing is missing from these dms, and that’s her “kiss mate” literally told Kaz/Puffyy he can vent to her, and yet this is presented as him just going after her….when that’s not fucking true

Kaz (who I’m just going to keep referring him as) has brought up his mental illnesses before….but A) that hardly has happened and B) was only done when it was relevant to the conversation or situation ….he never suddenly went “Oh actually I’m autistic so you better be nice with me”

Now for the accusations…out of context, yes this looks like he’s just randomly accusing them for random shit….but that’s the thing, that’s without context, which is not given here in the slightest….why? Because it dare paints Oka here in a bad light.

she refuses to let go of situations till it ends up going in her way…kinda like what she’s doing right now with this post….and she will keep on going, and going, and going, AND GOING, becoming actual harassment to the users that wronged her…and yes, I said users, as it’s not Kaz who gets this harassment….a good few other users on CS have had their own personal stories that dealt with Oka, so if you think she’s just an innocent little girl….you’re beyond wrong

And you know what’s the best part of that post Kaz made being taken out of context? THE GOD FOR SAKEN CONTEXT IS WITHIN THE POST! But nooooooo, let’s ignore the fact she constantly harassed him and refuses to leave situations alone

Oh….and that sexualizing minors thing? The so called “minors”……ARE FUCKING ADULTS

KAZ IS A DIE HARD FAN OF THE GAME THE CHARACTERS ARE FROM SO HE’D KNOW WHO IS AND ISN’T AN ADULT, AND THE TWO IN THE COMIC….ARE….ADULTS!

KAZ EVEN FUCKING TRIED TO EXPLAIN THIS TO OKA, BUT THIS IS CLEAR EVIDENCE THAT SHE DIDN’T LISTEN (or she did, but chose to ignore that EXTREMELY KEY DETAIL)

And also, ironic she’s saying the site owner isn’t taking accountability for their actions…..when she herself never did, the most she gave were pitty sorries, even though she did so much damage to so many people…especially the one she’s trying to frame here

If you guys honest to God believe all of this shit she’s making up…then idk what to say

@puff-yy I wish that she will learn to actually cut it out and stop dragging this shit out even longer

and Oka, you better learn to stop trying to make things go your way, because that’s all you ever do anymore…things are never going to go your way all the time, and you need to live with that, and live with the fact that you can be in the wrong and live with never bringing shit up from the past for no good reason, keep your thoughts to yourself…and you wouldn’t have been in this very situation…

Hello Everyone.

You might know a user going by the username @puff-yy and might know them personally.

Today I am going to call out both him and @syrupyy

As you know, Kaz is someone with mental illnesses, depression, autism. Maybe more but I personally do not know, he has used these mental illnesses as a scapegoat before.

He mentally abused my kissmate, guilttripped them, and then tossed them to the side once they saw through his bullshit.

For context: On Cs: (Comic studio) I sexted a man named Jay. At that time I was twelve and he was 14, he mentioned that he felt like he could talk to me about anything and that I was hot, so I talked to him about explicit topics, eventually leading him to ask me to sext him (He had a girlfriend at that time btw)

He was defending this man and yada-yada-yada things led to another. Now this man (Kaz) is SEVENTEEN.

He was accusing me and my kissmate (Both thirteen) of being the cause of one of his suicide attempts, villainiziers, and more.

I can TELL you. None of us tried to make him hang himself, we would never do this.

He has done this with me also, and also has twisted others users words.

Voynich (Not disclosing their user) has spoken out (Like a true hero amen amen.) and told him that the reason of his suicide attempts would probably be

Topic 2: Sexualizing minors.

I don't know alot of danganronpa 2 lore, but I am aware that Nagito and Kazuichi are minors. He made this comic,

He then used the excuse of the avatars being a minor but the real life people are not, which is gross???

Now moving on.

You all know what comic studio is, yes?

The comic making website, well it's not all good as you think.

The moderation team is mostly made up of minors, long story short. Moderation is eh, my friends got banned for making a mod mad (They threw themselves into the crossfire)

And also, Syrupyy is terribly biased.

When given suggestions (By my kissmate) he basically throws them to the side and disregards them, he keeps going on and on about how cs is bad for my mental health but does not take action for anything.

He unbanned Jay because he apologized, I guess.

He is a terrible siteowner/mod by experience.

@Puff-yy if you see this. I did warn you, your downfall was going to come, and you wouldn't get away with what you did.

[globaltalentexchange]

Mr. Chinna Tamatam is currently working as Software QA Lead with Celigo, a Global Talent Exchange client. 

His professional journey has been fascinating and enriching. With over 12+ years of experience in tech and he has immense domain knowledge of the Telecom, healthcare, and eCommerce industry. His skills include (but are not limited to) manual testing, web testing, integration testing, API testing, user acceptance, and regression testing. 

After ensuring Chinna is well settled in his new role, our team recently reached out to him and invited him to provide some insight into his experience working with GTX and understand the tech scenario in India from the perspective of someone who’s been doing this for a long time. 

Here’s what he had to say.

Could you give us a brief about yourself and your professional journey?

I’ve been in the IT industry for about 12 years now and also have some experience in sales. Previously, I worked with Tech Mahindra for about 8years as a project lead. After that, I moved to CriticalRiver INC. as the technical lead of testing. Now, I’m working as a Software Quality Assurance Lead in Celigo- a role that I got with the help of the GTX team.

With the experience you possess, the decision for changing a job is usually highly motivated by a strong driving factor. What was yours? 

There are actually a lot of things I consider before moving on from a company. I think the major considerations, that everyone looks at, is a chance to advance one’s career, receive better pay, and upskill oneself according to the changing market requirements and conditions. 

When I felt I needed a change, this is what I kept in mind while looking out for the proper opportunities.

What progress do you seek professionally in this role? What do you hope to gain from it?

My expectations have been different from each role that I have taken up in my career. Of course, the responsibilities I have are important, but it’s crucial for me to be given a chance to upgrade my skills in a big way. I want to be exposed to new technologies, tools, and features that are entering the markets and be in touch with the advancements we see around us. 

To put it very simply, I wish to grow significantly personally and professionally in this role.

Before landing this lucrative opportunity with Celigo, how long were you on the lookout for a change? 

It’s actually very interesting. When I decided to look out for a change, I merely updated my Linkedin profile to “open to work”. I did not upload my resume or details on any other job platforms. Within just two weeks of doing so, I was contacted by a recruiting consultant from GTX. It was commendable; not only does GTX provide Celigo with all the details about a candidate like me, but they ensure that each candidate is given a whole world of information about the company we are applying to. 

The POC (Prashanth from GTX) provided me a detailed scenario of what I can expect if I am selected with Celigo, and now that I have joined-it’s exactly what I was told.   With your experience, you probably would have a range of opportunities to choose from. What made you go with Celigo- what stood out? 

To be honest, I had 2-3 more offers in front of me while I was in talks with Celigo. However, I wanted product experience in my profile and wanted to build my skillset in that domain. Celigo stood out to me from every angle. I was very impressed by what they were providing and I noticed a lot of growth potential for each employee. 

They also keep in mind that work-life balance is important for people. All of this together made me opt for Celigo as the next step in my career.

How was your experience with the GTX team, from start to finish?

I think it’s incredible how proactive GTX is- I was barely searching for a job for two weeks before they contacted me. From the very first call, I felt well-informed about Celigo and was given the details about the company, what they are looking for, the job requirements, and more. The POC explained to me in detail about the opportunity and patiently took up any questions that I had. 

Sometimes recruiters evade questions like the pay and benefits, but with GTX that was made crystal clear from the start. Your team scheduled meetings with Celigo promptly and everything was done on schedule. 

I do recall that there was a slight delay from Celigo’s end due to a snag in the recruitment process (all of which was clarified later) but during that time too, GTX acted as a firm bridge in between, keeping me motivated and interested. This prevented any loss of interest, fallouts, or miscommunication. 

Even after I got the offer letter from Celigo, GTX regularly got in touch with me to check my comfort level and how I am doing. The process had a lot of clarity and transparency.

You’ve been in this industry for a while now, and you hadn’t heard of Celigo- yet found a wonderful opportunity with them. Do you think with the developments taking place in India- especially in Tech and IT, such impressive opportunities have sprouted throughout the nation at a very rapid pace? 

Yes. I hadn’t heard of Celigo specifically but was well aware of the industry they’re in and the problems they work upon. I think in the last few years, several startups have sprouted throughout the country, which is why we’re witnessing a growth in the impressive tech opportunities for professionals. 

Another thing that has changed in India is the increase in work flexibility- like Work-from-home options.

Would you care to comment on India’s role in emerging tech in the global scenario?

We’ve always considered the West as being more tech-forward and progressive. However, now India is stepping up big time. I have had experience working with Europe as well, and I’ve noticed that they are extremely rigid about their timings. In India, there is a lot of discipline. People go out of their way to get their work done and productivity is very high here. India is playing a big role in the emerging tech domain and working on solving some crucial problems. 

Global Talent Exchange is a next-gen tech talent platform helping techies like you find the perfect opportunities, even if they are overseas. Would you recommend GTX to your friends/colleagues? 

Of course! I’ve read through some of the NRI testimonials on your website and I know that you guys are doing some great work. GTX is a great platform for NRIs who want to return to India and even generally for candidates like myself.

Read: A R2I Story: Sadanand Singh

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[chuuyrr]

Hi!! i swear your blog is my comfort 😭 could you do a one shot/hc of the scarlet witch baby being kidnapped by superiors/zenin's?? and everyone gets mad and tries to get her back (I wish toji was added 🥺, and uncle getou if it's not too much to ask) and sorry about my english haha

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader gets kidnapped

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): possible anime/manga spoilers for jjk, mentions of threat and powers of wanda maximoff/scarlet witch, use of strong language & promised fluff at the very end

thank you so much for requesting and the feedback! no need to apologize dear anon, i think your english is great! i'm glad that my blog gives you comfort, it also gives me comfort! enjoy reading <3

before you read: geto and toji are ressurected by reader! i am also counting sukuna for this request because he's canonically a big softie for bb fushiguro >:( also, this is one of my favorite works because i'm low-key proud at how many words i was able to write for this request :)

may the heavens and whatever god is out there have pity on the higher ups. they have made a huge mistake in taking you by force, despite knowing you are under gojo satoru's custody and protection. when you first exhibited your chaos magic at tokyo jujutsu technical school, their perception of you as a threat came to be.

the immense power you possess was nothing compared to their cursed energy, and that was the thing; it wasn't cursed energy. gojo had succeeded in keeping you safe, but that was until two things happened. you had not only unsealed gojo satoru from the prison realm with your own powers, but you had also brought back two jujutsu criminals, fushiguro toji and geto suguru. you were much more of a threat compared to itadori yuuji, who has the king of curses sealed in him. you were also too young and inexperienced to do such things, yet you had the capability to do so. 

it was too late. your involvement with jujutsu sorcerers and criminals, as well as your true identity and the gift you possessed, had already spread among the big three clans and the higher ups.

"damn it.. those goddamn fuckers."

the first and second-year students, as well as nanami and the two jujutsu criminals you had ressurected, winced and watched their usually carefree and playful teacher act in such a way. gojo's crystalline blue eyes, visible through his black sunglasses, were ironically seeing red from such rage as he stressedly ran his fingers through the locks of his hair.

"calm down, satoru. you're scaring the kids." nanami decided to speak, noting the first and second-year students' reaction.

"calm down? how. can. i calm. down?" gojo's tone of voice hardened as his octave rose. "my baby was taken by the elders without my permission. yaga just told me they are either sentencing [name] an execution for the "crimes" she committed or letting the zenin clan take custody of her by force."

"not the zenin clan." maki scoffed scornfully with arms folded across her chest.

"this doesn't make any sense. how the hell was that a crime? [name] saved gojo-sensei and single-handedly defeated kenjaku." itadori's closed fists trembled.

inumaki nodded in agreement at itadori's statement, his brows furrowed. "salmon."

"my niece brought him and i back to life." geto glanced at the older fushiguro in the room with them before hanging his head low and sighing deeply.

"but [name] is just a child." nobara's face faltered into a frown. "this cannot be. she didn't hurt anyone, if anything she's innocent!"

"it's simple. the big three clans and all the higher ups are scared of [name]." toji finally decided to speak up after some time. "they are scared of the fact that she's a bigger threat than all the cursed spirits and users combined."

"what they cannot have control of—is considered a threat to them." gojo said in addition to toji's.

as if the situation wasn't bad enough already, gojo's phone chimed and vibrated, signaling an incoming phone call. the limitless sorcerer immediately picked it up without even bothering to look at the contact's name and placed the call on speaker for everyone to hear.

"gojo, the elders have already decided." it was utahime's voice, your mama-figure's voice. "they won't push through [name]'s execution, but the zenin clan are taking custody of her."

"they're going to turn [name] into a fucking weapon." it was now toji who was seething in anger. "i gave [name] to gojo for a reason and they're just going to dump her to that hellhole? i'm going to kill every single one of them.."

"is there anything we can do to take [name] back? where is [name]? is she at least okay?" gojo rubbed his temples in a worry.

"gakuganji said that naobito and naoya of the zenin clan had just picked her up." utahime reported sadly. "[name] was unconscious. i think they put her to sleep or something. they didn't even let me see her."

"fuck, they better not have hurt [name]." megumi mumbled, eyes hardening into a glare at the thought of you being harmed and seeing your tear-stained face.

"oi, the brat's in my domain again."

everyone's heads turned towards itadori, particularly at sukuna who morphed via a mouth on the cheek, with wide eyes.

"what?" both toji and geto uttered in unison.

"[name]'s doing that thing again wherein her consciousness leaves her body." itadori explained briefly, eyes widening along with everyone's.

"astral projection. [name] calls it astral projection." megumi corrected the salmon pink haired boy before turning towards his father. "[name]'s been doing it for some time now, mostly when she comes to see sukuna."

"[name]'s acquainted with the king of curses?" geto held a disbelief look on his face.

"the brat's crying all over me. if you guys are going to do something about her, you better do it now and fast." sukuna scoffed in annoyance. in the curse king's domain, you were currently sitting on sukuna's lap, being coddled in sukuna's embrace, crying how much you want your daddy and how scared you are.

"fuck them. they crossed the line. i'm taking [name] back whether they like it or not." gojo scowled, harshly throwing his black sunglasses to the side to grab his blindfold instead. "i'll kill them all if I have to."

"i'm coming with you." the ex-salaryman took hold of his blunt sword, ready to accompany the limitless sorcerer.

toji cracked his knuckles, "i'm not allowing those shitheads to take my baby either, not after everything."

toji reminisced about the day you were born, the day he had to leave you behind, the day his undead ghost stumbled upon you, and the day you resurrected him because you wanted to remember and help him. you were his third chance. toji wasn't going to let anything bad happen to you again. 

"if it weren't for [name], i wouldn't be here right now." geto tied his shoulder length hair into a man-bun.

geto, too, reminisced about the memories he had with you. from recognizing his undead ghost watching over you and gojo, to his joining your antics, to you bringing him back to life to make your daddy happy and finally meeting your other uncle. you saved toji and geto, and now it was their turn to return the favor. 

"count us in too, gojo-sensei! let's take [name] back!" itadori exclaimed determinedly.

everyone you knew and loved was desperate to take you back, and that was how almost every jujutsu sorcerer went head-to-head with the zenin clan. gojo no longer cared about the dispute he had yet to cause among the big three clans with what he and everyone were doing. he was ready to risk it all for you.

it is just as the elders and the rest of the big clans say; you were capable of wreaking havoc. the world is at your very mercy at this rate. you could hurt people, but only if you wanted to, and that was your dilemma right now.

it was probably pathetic how you were letting yourself being kept right now by the zenin clan, but you refused to hurt anyone. just as gojo taught you and just as you promised, you would only use your chaos magic for good, no matter what the prophecies said, no matter what the old lady and the darkhold said about you and your destiny.

you were vulnerable; you were too afraid to use your chaos magic right now. the words of the elders had gotten to you and successfully manipulated you into believing you were a threat, a danger to humanity—both to jujutsu sorcerers and non-jujutsu sorcerers alike, and how it would be better for you to reside with the zenin clan, where you'd receive more proper training, so you wouldn't commit such "crimes" anymore.

you continued to project yourself into sukuna's domain and refused to return to your physical body, which was still in deep sleep. right now, the curse king was the only person you could run to. sukuna's the only one who can see your soul, and despite the living atrocity that he is, he ironically gives you comfort. 

"you should really stop crying, brat." despite the evident "annoyance" plastered on sukuna's face and laced in the tone of his voice, he continued to hold you in his arms and wipe the tears rolling your cheeks. "i already told the others to come get you.."

"you did?" you sniffled, your tear-glazed [color] eyes staring into sukuna's ruby ones.

"tch. yes, i did.. so, stop crying, okay?" sukuna sighed deeply, placing his hand on the top of your head before running his fingers through your [color] hair in an attempt to soothe your crying.

"unless you want me to kill your shark and yellow mouse creature friend?" you immediately shook your head at the last statement, causing him to chuckle at you. your innocence never failed to amuse sukuna. you really are just a child, despite the nearly god-like powers you possess. 

"you should wake up now." sukuna told you, which prompted you to shook your head and whine.

you whimpered, "don't wanna. i don't like those bad people."

"i don't like those weakling of a clan either, brat." sukuna let out a huff, before shaking his head. "but i'm not talking about them. you want to see your father, don't you?"

your eyes widened. you failed to sense the presence of gojo satoru right away—that was a first. for a second, you were so scared and vulnerable that you forgot you had high sensitivity to energy. sukuna watched your face slowly light up upon realization.

"daddy! daddy's out there!" a gasp escaped your breath, "uncle nanami, uncle geto, daddy toji, gumi-nii.. everyone's here!"

"that's what i've been trying to tell you, brat! now scram and get out of here." sukuna averted his gaze away from you as he continued to fail to display annoyance.

"thank you, thank you, thank you, kuna-nii! you're the best!" you wrapped your tiny arms around his neck, pressing a kiss on the curse king's cheek, which caused him to violently flinch from surprise and yell out a "hey!", but before he could do anything about it, it had already been done and you had already gone to return to your physical body.

as soon as you opened your eyes and woke up after astral projecting yourself in sukuna's domain, you immediately broke free from the room they locked you in and ran across the halls of the manor with your chaos magic and newfound determination. following gojo's cursed energy, you were able to find the ever familiar limitless sorcerer, sorcerer killer, ex-curse user, ex-salaryman, and the rest of the students of tokyo jujutsu tech, fighting against the entirety of the zenin clan along with a few elders that were there.

with your emotions amplifying your chaos magic, you subconsciously unleashed your domain expansion and trapped everyone inside it. everyone except gojo and the students (they have already withnessed it before) eyed the massive field of red pisonics surrounding them, as well as the gigantic, glowing runes embedded on them.

"did i use up all of my cursed energy?" naoya zenin's eyes widened in disbelief at how he was suddenly unable to feel his own cursed energy and use his technique.

the limitless sorcerer smirked at the zenin, taking in the priceless expression plastered on his face. "this is my baby's domain expansion. in this space, only [name] can use her powers."

once everyone was rendered powerless at your mercy, you pushed through the zenins that were still in shock about what you had just done and ran towards gojo. 

you cried out to the limitless sorcerer, "daddy!"

gojo knelt down to your height and engulfed you in his embrace. you clawed against the fabric of his uniform as you wrapped your arms around him desperately, breaking down into tears.

"it's okay, baby. it's okay, i got you. daddy's got you." the comforting, soft voice of gojo hushed you down. gojo cradled you in his embrace and peppered your face with kisses, just like how he always does.

you buried your face onto his neck right after and whimpered, "i wanna go home.. i don't want to be here.."

"we'll go home, okay? but first, i need you to release your domain. i just need to have a word with these people and the rest of higher ups, so they will never take you away again." gojo momentarily pulled you away from him to smile at you as reassurance. "i promise i'll come back to you right after."

you nodded your head in understanding. with just a few twitches of your red glowing fingers, the massive field of chaos magic engulfing everyone dissipated, and as soon as it did, gojo teleported away from your sight and left with the elders and the zenin clan, but not before he left you in toji's embrace.

the students cried out in relief and bombarded you at an instant. "[name]!"

"you were so brave, angel. i'm so proud of you." toji cradled you in his arms lovingly before kissing your forehead, prompting you to smile. "it's so good to have you back."

"they didn't hurt my niece, did they?" geto asked in concern as he took you from toji's arms to carry and embrace you next.

you shook your head before clinging onto geto like a koala, "no, they just scare me. i am never going back there ever again."

"we won't let that happen, especially your father." nanami smiled at you, gently ruffling your hair he took his turn of hugging you after geto.

you proceeded to hug each and every single one of the students, until finally, you got to embrace your older brother, megumi. your older brother hugged you tightly as if his life depended on you. megumi was really worried about you. just like gojo, toji, and geto, he definitely had the thought of wiping out the entire clan if they ever dared to hurt you. 

after some time, gojo had returned along with the zenins and elders and sauntered his way towards you before taking you from megumi's arms which you happily complied.

"well, how did it go?" toji raised a brow.

geto hardened his gaze, "what did they say?"

"after some beating and threateni—i mean, some talking, with them." gojo immediately corrected his wording and emphasized 'talking' instead.

"[name] is now under my custody and protection again which means this won't ever happen again." gojo exclaimed enthusiastically, grinning which the first and second-year students applauded at as toji, geto and nanami smiled in relief.

"let's go home, now!" you pouted, patting gojo's shoulder with your hand. the zenin family's home was still evidently pestering your mind with anxiety.

"sorry, baby. almost forgot." gojo turned his head to peck your forehead as an apology. "we're going home, now. okay? i know! let's celebrate with [favorite food] and [favorite children's movie]."

"can we come?" nobara asked, smiling, along with the rest of the students.

"all of us are going home." gojo stated firmly, smiling in return. before the limitless sorcerer could make use of his teleporation power to bring everyone to his and your house, you had already beaten him to it with your chaos magic.

just like gojo had promised, he bought a lot of [favorite food] and you watched [favorite children's movie] with gojo and the rest of your family, and got coddled in their embraces.

[demonslayedher]

Character Beats of a Filler Arc

Dear Ufotable, It's apt criticism that the Kimetsu no Yaiba manga could have benefited from one more arc. I know you've been hit and miss with filler scenes before, but I'm hereby daring you to make a filler arc. Don't worry, I'll walk you through it. It'll require a few small changes which I don't think anyone will mind, and it of course can't accomplish every desire for scenes we wish we would had gotten. We can't step on the toes of developments that happen after it. However, as long as it has emotional stakes, there's potential for a very good Gokangumi (Five Senses Squad) mission between the Swordsmith Village and Pillar Training arcs. Here, follow me below for an outline of how to hit a whole bunch of character beats while also providing set-up for the arcs that follow. We start at the Butterfly Mansion where our Demon Slayers are in recovery. Muichiro suspects something weird happened during his fight against Gyokko and asks Shinobu to take his temperature. As he tells her why, Kiyo overhears and mentions that Tanjiro said something like that once too. While Kiyo is flustered with Shinobu asking why she wasn't told about this, Muichiro goes off to consult Tanjiro, who is still bedridden...

While Tanjiro and Muichiro discuss this they agree something is up and finding out more might be helpful in fighting Muzan. Over the course of this scene, they also touch on: --how Nezuko turned Tanjiro's sword into a Red Blade --Muichiro's past (and how Tanjiro helped him remember it, thereby establishing Muichiro's soft spot for Tanjiro) --Yoriichi (putting together whatever pieces they both know about him) --Rengoku's hilt guard saving Kotetsu, and how Tanjiro hopes Senjuro will tell him more about the original Sun Breath user Meanwhile, Inosuke is teaching Nezuko how to say his name and takes her on forest antics, where he gets lightly injured. --This leads to the scene when Shinobu tends his injured and makes him pinky-promise to let it heal --Inosuke in turn tells her straight not to let herself get injured either. Shinobu is somewhat taken aback but smiles it off. --Shinobu checks Nezuko for injuries, she of course has none. Shinobu fondly remarks how nice it is to have made friends with a demon, and how nice it is that Nezuko can play in the sunshine now. She tells her Mitsuri will be discharged soon so she should go play with her before Mitsuri gets back to work. Zenitsu comes back from a mission in very low spirits (the audience will wonder why), but he springs back to life upon seeing Nezuko in the sun (and he gets called "Inosuke"). When he sees Tanjiro he's not upset about Pillar Training, but about the girls chasing him away from Nezuko. Tanjiro thanking him for teaching him about Thunder Breath and his mood improves. Inosuke and Zenitsu keep going on missions while Tanjiro recovers (thereby explaining why they're the same rank as him by Pillar Training despite not facing another Upper Moon), Tanjiro gets his sword and asks Haganezuka about more Red Sword lore. Ongoing correspondence with Tamayo about Nezuko. Tamayo warns that Muzan is sure to be desperate to find Nezuko, Tamayo offers again to take her. Tanjiro refuses. He's sort of swept up in how nice it is to hear Nezuko speak for herself and enjoy sunlight. Muzan has not quelled his demons. He's increased their activity looking for Nezuko. Tamayo is startled by a messenger at her window. With all the extra demon activity, the Pillars are extra busy. Himejima discusses the need for more Pillars with Oyakata-sama, providing context for what the Pillars are up to. --Mist&Love barely recovered but back to work --Wind&Water&Snake out every night almost --Shinobu is "busy" --Even though Sound might help if asked, it seems the summons are not getting to him (here, a clip of Suma swatting a crow away with a broom and yelling that Tengen-sama is retired) Oyakata-sama says they need to be raising new Pillars quickly by letting them rise to challenges, and he decides to send the whole Gokangumi on a mission together. Cut to the Infinity Fortress. Muzan tells his demons he has two open positions in the Upper Moons and he'll reward demons who please him by bringing him Nezuko (alive). Besides the promise of promotion, the demons are eager to please him because he'll pluck off the ones not worthy of his blood. He demonstrates this by reabsorbing one, or a few.

Muzan leaves the demons to his second in command. --At this point, we are still lead to believe that Kokushibo may be Yoriichi, a couple clues to his past made the red herring redder. --A demon talks back and Kokushibo cuts them down, shocking all the peanut gallery demons. "Breath technique!? A demon hunter swordsman among demons?" and while absorbing that slain demon, Kokushibo stresses that talent will be rewarded wherever it comes from, and they had best prove they've got some. Once Kokushibo exits, we meet our Filler Villains: Demon A, a bit of a suck-up, approaches Demons B & C, who are trash-talking each other about who is going to be accepted as an Upper Moon. Demon A has a conniving smile and suggests they work together. They agree, but it feels like they are all planning to betray each other when it's convenient. Their actual abilities are of little importance. I trust you guys, production staff. I'm just here to talk character beats. But let's say Demon A is a bit on the small side, Demon B is the most bishounen of the three, and Demon C is the biggest and stockiest. Do not make them knock-offs of other demons, please. P-l-e-a-s-e. The Gokangumi set off. Aoi & the little girls bid them to be careful. Sumi gives Genya a hug, for they have bonded like in the light novels over Sumi having the same name as one of his deceased sisters. Zenitsu cannot believe Genya gets special treatment like that and decides he hates him. (Nezuko hugs all the girls, Aoi is flustered.) Genya is flustered as they start walking and Tanjiro smiles kindly and chats with him about how hard it was to lose their younger siblings but how they have a mission in their honor. Zenitsu wants to flirt with Nezuko but she is busy being Inosuke's underling. Kanao was off in her own world but kind of listening to Tanjiro & Genya, and Tanjiro turns to her like, "right?" and when she's flustered he apologies and says he must had misunderstood, for she also smells like someone who had a lot of siblings (which Genya finds super weird). Kanao struggles to communicate that her siblings weren't killed by demons. The conversation is left at that. From here, I'm going to leave a lot of the fight dynamics to you. Like I said, I trust you! (Mostly.) But we'll need the following points to happen: The 1st of 2 nights: --Kanao spots Demon A and goes after it. Tanjiro follows, telling Nezuko before he goes to stay put where it's safe and that he'll go help Kanao. --Zenitsu assures Nezuko that he'll protect her, but at that moment they realize they have company too. --Tanjiro uses the sword with Rengoku's hilt guard for the first time, he finds himself both impressed with the sword and grateful all over again for Rengoku being such a hero - Kanao contemplates using the Final Form but doesn't get to that point. We are left with no idea what it is, but gather that it comes with a risk of some kind. - Tanjiro & Kanao fight alongside each other because this has never happened - Genya eats Nezuko's hair (Zenitsu is pissed) - Inosuke tries to eat Nezuko's hair because he wants powers like that too - Genya still tries to be a Pillar so that he can see Sanemi, Inosuke yells how he's the one who is going to become a Pillar. Demon B is like "wuh??? Wow, they're just like us squabbling for Upper Moon positions." - Due to Genya using fire powers, he gets mistaken for their target and is captured. Zenitsu regrets having been too scared to do anything, but he overheard the demons talking and has figured out the danger Nezuko is in.

Daytime: --Kanao & Tanjiro, unsuccessful in defeating the demon before it ran away, rejoin everyone in daylight to learn that Genya has been captured. Zenitsu discreetly tells Tanjiro what he heard, Tanjiro assures him that he and Nezuko are going to stay together, no matter what, and he won't let anything happen to her. --Inosuke has light injuries which Kanao treats. Inosuke asks her about Shinobu's song and off-handedly, "why did Shinobu seem faint?" and Kanao is worried. --Demons A and C see Genya and declare Demon B an idiot, they're looking for a girl demon. With all three demons in one tiny cave where they spend daytime, he starts blasting them up with bullets. After some mayhem and Genya biting them, the demons decide the only way to kill a guy who eats demons is to eat this guy entirely. Genya escapes into the daylight, with some regrets that he had to flee because he's just not strong enough without Breath technique. --Reunite with Genya who leads everyone to the cave, but by the time they get there it's after dark and they can't find the demons. The 2nd of 2 nights: --Demon A has figured out that Genya gained fire powers by eating the demon they're looking for. --Demons attack with some crafty plan to separate them/not allow Nezuko to hide. It works, but Tanjiro is careful to stay with her this time, though they aren't immediately engaged in battle. Kanao also gets singled out, as Demon B was just looking for a girl, and gets frustrated with himself when engaged in combat with someone who is clearly human. --Much more violence from Demons A and C. Inosuke invents another technique or two inspired by Genya (but not in any way recognizable as inspired by Genya). --Zenitsu has an internal monologue hating himself for being too scared to do anything, and how he'll never measure up to Kaigaku (flashback to recent Kaigaku encounter after Zenitsu punched the Corp members badmouthing him). He faints, then steps in to save Genya, who is astonished by the raw power of Zenitsu's Breath technique. Zenitsu says something in his sleep about how he relates on having a bad brother and Genya punches him. This wakes Zenitsu up and he is indignant, then freaks out in the fight again and Genya yells at him to shut up, someone as powerful as Zenitsu has no right to be so cowardly. Genya is scared too but is resolute not to flee, which Zenitsu hears and for the first time he manages Thunderclap and Flash while awake. They all think that killed the demon but Zenitsu missed because his nerves threw off his aim. Inosuke knocks Zenitsu out with a rock and tells him he's better off sleeping, which shocks Genya. He is surrounded by freaks. --Kanao is distracted with worry about what Inosuke said about Shinobu, it's really odd that Shinobu isn't going on as many missions as other Pillars, and Nezuko swoops in to save her. --This puts Nezuko in full line of sight of Demon B, and Muzan seizes temporary control of Demon B in his excitement to spot Nezuko. We start getting a Nezuko .vs. Muzan fight, albeit not Muzan at full strength since he is operating via proxy and using whatever blood techniques Demon B has. Nezuko is going berserker mode with rage as Muzan taunts her.  --Demon A is aware that Demon B is stealing the prize. He abandons Demon C to head over that way.

Demon A flashback! This can’t be happening, he’s the crafty one! After all, he’s the one who talked even Kibutsuji Muzan out of eating him! He was a sumo wrestler, but of low status in his house, despite the house being well-respected for its star performer, considered a contender for the national title. Muzan was curious about eating a sumo wrestler as they offer entertainment to the gods and he considers himself on par with gods, and Demon A said he’d let him into the house and show him the way to the star contender instead, which Muzan agreed to and said he’d make him a strong demon for his cooperation. (It’s implied that this went exactly according to plan, with a clip of the friendly and strong looking sumo wrestler shocked and about to be killed.) Demon A was always overlooked, and if he didn’t want to be bullied, he always had to suck up, but he was smart about it. This was all his idea to capture Nezuko and please Muzan, he is determined to be the one to take her!

--Tanjiro very quickly joins the fight against Demon B/Muzan while Kanao focuses on Demon A swooping in to steal Nezuko as a prize. Big Kamado Siblings .vs. Proxy!Muzan fight. Nezuko appears to have the Upper Hand with her fire abilities. --Tanjiro gets seriously injured, Nezuko goes fully berserk. She viciously burns Demon B so very thoroughly to dust that his connection with Muzan is cut off. She then goes for Demon A and deals so much damage that he’s an easy kill for Kanao to finish off. --Nezuko is still berserk and she gets hungry! Kanao barely escapes getting attacked because she's pulling from her "don’t get hit in a bad spot" trauma. --She tries to talk Nezuko down but fails and Nezuko senses another demon with lots of Muzan blood nearby and runs off. Kanao goes to Tanjiro's aid and helps him to hobble after her. Tanjiro is struggling to explain how he fixed this last time, Kanao can make no sense of this rabbit Tanjiro is going on about.

--The boys have been busy with Demon C who suddenly gets starts screaming and writhing as Muzan gives him a big painful blood present, then a close-up on Demon C’s face reveals he's been elevated to Upper Moon Five. --As Demon C is basking in his success, Genya gasps about how the Mist Pillar already defeated Upper Moon Five, no fair, each time they take one down it gets replaced, there's no end to it (he then finds himself thinking back to one line her heard Sanemi declare about how he'd kill all demons, and Genya gains a new level of understanding for what has led Sanemi to say something like that in that way, he’s filled with awe for all Sanemi has been through). Inosuke laughs and declares that after this kill he'll get to be a Pillar. --The fight but it isn't going well now that this demon got a power amp, but sleeping!Zenitsu can tell that Demon C isn't used to this increase in his powers yet, so if they have a short window of a chance to win. The three boys coordinate well with no one scrambling to get glory, it's about taking down an enemy. But, injuries take Zenitsu and Inosuke down, and it's down to swisscheese Genya, all out of bullets, as Demon C approaches and threatens to eat him again, saying how hungry he is after such an increase in Muzan's blood.  --In comes Nezuko --Nezuko, facing an Upper Moon, has some difficulty. Genya tries to get a bite of the Upper Moon to help, but he is startled when Nezuko almost bites him as his bloody injury passes by her. He can tell something's wrong and tries to snap her out of it. --Zenitsu hears Genya calling her name and wakes up in a jealous rage. Immediately scared straight by the sight of her, he tries to flock in to help but one of his legs is busted. He's crying as he inner monologues about what a bad situation this is, and then he notices Demon C is about to capture her but Zenitsu can’t get to her. Somehow Demon C has a Blood technique that Nezuko is weak to, and it looks like all is lost. --Until Inosuke swoops in to prevent Demon C from taking her away. But, at the moment she's about to attack Inosuke (who didn't even think to dodge, because it's Nezuko and he is shocked at himself for not having his guard up) until Genya tackles her, insisting he's the only one strong enough to contain her. He’s still got some demon strength from a bit he got of Demon C before the Upper Moon Status Update. --And then Nezuko uses her fire on him, ouch. --Demon C aims to reclaim her! Inosuke and Zenitsu, despite injury, take defensive stances.  --In comes Kanao! She yells to Genya to sing a song about a rabbit. Genya is confused. --While Kanao is holding off the Upper Moon, Tanjiro hobbles over to Nezuko, he's trying to sing but Zenitsu is quick to point out that this can't be called singing. The three Kamaboko boys all help each other over to struggling and screaming Nezuko, and she kicks them all back, ouch. --Genya, as if dealing with his own misbehaving siblings, orders her to behave. Then, Genya bites her (the Kamaboko boys are horror stricken, Zenitsu is indignant). This was not something Genya put any thought into and he's beet red with embarrassment, but with an increase in ability and some vines and a horn, he excuses himself to go help Kanao. He feels how much rage Nezuko has toward a demon with so much of Muzan's blood. --The Kamaboko boys all restrain Nezuko together, or at least try to. Tanjiro cries and admits he was soft in thinking that Nezuko was getting better, even "close enough" to human. Bitterly remembers his promise to take responsibility if Nezuko ever hurts a human. He talks about their family, which reminds her of the "all humans are your family" thing. She recognizes Tanjiro, then Zenitsu and Inosuke, whom she also sees as family. With the shaky powers of speech, she says each of their names, then faints to sleep. The boys are all crying as they hug her. TO BE CONTINUED because it seems Tumblr dislikes my word count.

[faulty-writes]

I friggin ADORE your writing and aesthetic! Not to mention Iida is my favorite Class 1-A student ever! I've had this idea for a while but I don't write MHA all that much so rip,,

Do you think I could request an Iida vs Shinsou x reader where the reader is the daughter (or child for a gn reader) of Selkie and has a seal quirk and is short and chonky? Basically a naive but sweet reader who ends up friends with a fair amount of students, but also gets into quite a bit of trouble when it comes to trusting everyone almost right away.

Ty for considering! Have a lovely week 💕

[ Oh? Thank you very much, I'm so happy you enjoy my writing. Tenya is hands down my favorite character, I just love him so dearly <3 ]

Much like many quirk users, you looked a little strange having taken after your father, Selkie. But much like the characteristics of an actual seal, you tended to be playful, friendly, and overly trusting.

While most have rudely reminded you that you shouldn't be so damn trusting. Tenya Iida, a student from Class A was rather sweet with his approach. "While I do understand some characteristics of your personality are influenced by your quirk, I do not wish to see any harm be it physical or mental come to you," he was one of the few people who looked out for you and steered you away from trusting the wrong people, to a certain point.

Another boy in your class was similar and while he didn't say much, he was content with your overly friendly attitude and on occasion would set other students straight when they attempted to speak about you in a negative manner. "I'd suggest you shut up and take a good hard look in the mirror to see your own faults," you didn't blame him for defending you, though you wished he wasn't so rude.

You didn't have any self-esteem issues related to your appearance and the compliments you received from Hitoshi and Tenya helped your confidence that much more, especially given your small and slightly pudgy stature. But regardless, Tenya noticed whenever you made small changes to your outfit and how they properly coordinated with your skin tone and overall appearance while Hitoshi would take note of your subtle expressions which allowed him to know when you were feeling a bit down and always said something that would make your day again.

There was an incident between general studies and the hero course in which you blamed yourself as you had mistakenly trusted someone who, in turn, involved you in their prank which resulted in the principal and teachers getting involved. "Did you honestly think they were a good person when they told you they hated Class 1-A?" Hitoshi questioned before Tenya spoke, "It does not matter if they were a 'good person,' their disregard for the Class A students is the issue," Hitoshi didn't seem to take too kindly to his words and an argument over which students were most important followed suit.

You loved swimming above everything else and often asked if you could utilize the pool Yuuei had. You enjoyed inviting anyone you considered to be your friend, however when Tenya and Hitoshi arrived on the same day. Tenya spent a majority of the time reminding you of pool safety and not to splash while Hitoshi sat on the edge of the pool making snarky comments in reference to Tenya's rules.

"How can you possibly continue to give your trust to such an individual who has bluntly attempted to shame Class A?" Tenya questioned, seemingly offended by your friendship with Hitoshi after he had confronted Class A and taunted them with the fact that one of them will fail and make room for a general studies student to join the hero course instead. You didn't see any reason why you should stop trusting Hitoshi especially knowing his dream to become a hero.

Regardless of the small hiccups between the two boys, you continued to show your support for both of them. Despite the fact they would tend to get jealous of just which one of them you cheered on more. "Surely they were exhibiting such excitement due to my victory in the previous round," Tenya would try to justify, however, Hitoshi would laugh his words off. "If you thought they were showing excitement for you, you're mistaken..."

[prelovednikaidou]

corrupt; draken, ken ryuguji [01]

Summary:

In which you met the man of your past, but he didn't come back to remind you of the bitter break-up. Draken had one thing in mind and it was to never let you leave his side ever again. Distance made the heart grow fonder but he'd rather let you spend the rest of your life hating him if it meant you'd never leave his sight.

"I don't wish you well when you ain't with me, I want you crying."

Warning:

mention of suicide, oral receiving (reader),

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Word count: 2.1k

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[01: jealousy]

Draken wanted to take you away.

The curves of your spine, flowing down to the slope of your well-rounded bottom flesh, he watched the symmetrical dimple right above your butt - mocking him that those precious intimate spots were no longer his possession to own.

It wasn't only him who shared the same thought; everyone in this crowded room had their eyes glued on you. As if you were holding those guests captive, you felt immense pressure on your feet and thighs, quivered before you wrapped your leg around the shining pole.

Spinning, spinning, spinning.

Those blinding lights showered your sweating figure in all fairness, the sound of Abel's voice had long dimmed down, it meant that your show was done. It was silent in a minute,

lifting your face - your lips curled into a hunting smile and the room soared with cheers, crumpled money tossed across the stage, but your sense of content was suppressed by the overwhelming tension.

A pair of black pupils were starring at you - pinning you to where you stood. He was among the crowd, all in his glory without care but you. You felt something burst inside your chest, unable to tear your focus from him.

This longing for him is toxic.

Flashes of memories where those sober eyes bore into yours when he pumped his fat cock into your tight cunt until his thick cum over spilled, the same eyes that once shone with so much love but turned cold.

"Dollface!"

A shout from backstage startled you from your daze, another coworker came up and escorted you down, assisting you to take off the painful high heels.

"What's with you?" She threw a curious stare your way.

You still couldn't wrap your mind. He was there. Flesh and soul, presented in front of you. It was a brief eye contact but it was enough. Enough to tell you that he was coming back for you.

It had been years since the two of you chose to split up, making your paths without each other's companion.

"I, I've got to go. I forgot that I locked the windows, my cat's probably waiting for me. He's been out for 3 days so he's starving I think. Y'all can continue without me,"

You stood but your knees turned weak at the sudden arrival of him, standing by the door. A few steps taken back, you lost all rationality to stay calm because your heart thumped loudly.

Standing tall on his 6' ft, athletic and young Draken was nowhere to be seen but replaced - with a mature adult man that induced everything he carried into lust.

The robust body looked incredibly fit, lean, and you could see the strong outlines of his defined chest and abdominal muscles from the black shirt. If it was years ago, those leather jackets wouldn't suit him - he'd look like those up-start wannabe gangsters.

But it was different now. It clung to his broad shoulders perfectly, he wasn't as cheap as those local pranksters. The dark jeans also did little job in hiding his long legs. He was indeed a member of a gang; eerie and cruel - but he had never look this good that you want to fuck.

Draken's presence was enough to brush away every man in the room that you belonged to him. Your little admirers couldn't even look at him in the eyes, let alone make up a fight.

They left with a strong sense of defeat; no wonder you never once accept any confessions, turned out you have such a man waiting.

"Why is he here? This area is off-limits. Only staff is allowed. Naoki, guide him out." You forced yourself to mutter those words, uncaring to look at him with your back facing him.

Naoki sighed, this man literally slipped $750 under the table just to meet you. Those incompetent flies who claimed to love you didn't even spare this much effort. She only signaled him to step in before she whispered to you,

"Remember the guy I told you? The one that booked a whole session for your private room? He's that guy. It's just that he arrived a little early than the arranged meeting but it'll be great if you can build a connection with him."

You glared back, "Then send him back. We still have a week before that, right? I'm tired. I can't keep up with this," You pushed off her hand from your shoulder, began to take off your wig. His eyes were still the same; always undressing you naked.

Naoki could only grit her teeth, the money already landed in her pocket. What if he asked it back? She can't let such a great deal slip so she greeted him,

"She's a bit tired from the recent show. How about we push this to tomorrow? She's got free time on her hand to rest too." At least, this would do, right?

"If I have so much time on my hands, I wouldn't have come a week early. So you guess it yourself." His voice has changed too. It was an octave lower, you immediately rubbed your thighs together before you waved a hand.

"Haaa... leave us, Naoki. But I need you to go to my house. I wasn't joking about what I said earlier."

Naoki hurriedly nodded, clutching to her pocket before her eyes warily darted from Draken to you. Is this a couple feud? She noted in her head that she'd help this guy soon in the future - who doesn't want easy money?

"Okay, I will. Sir...? Err.. hope you have a pleasant chat with Dollface. I will excuse myself then ." The hindrance in Draken's eyes finally left the room, the door closed in a thump and the subtle tension thickened.

He didn't say anything, only leaned his body by the door as he watched you wiped off your makeup. This was his morning view back when you were still wet behind ears about pole dancing. You'd come back at the crack of drawn and he'd already been out to his workshop.

"Dollface."

Stubborn like a little cat, your doe eyes didn't look up from your make-up bag and he could see through your act to be so busy. He loved how feisty you've become after years. It eased his heart that you could chase off those little shit.

"It suits you, [Y/N]. Face so pretty like a doll. Make one's heart itch to keep around. But I wonder why the name sounds so familiar."

"State your business. I'm heading home straight after this so don't expect a lap dance or something."

"Then that's the plan. I'll drive you home, eh?"

That damn 'eh'. He picked up your habit too well that the time he spent with you shaped him into copying your habit. It sounded cute but your heart still couldn't forgive him. Let him suffer a little.

"Don't need to. My boyfriend is great at doing his job. So do me a favor and let me rest quickly, how about that?"

Now, you were looking at him through the mirror. It was just too hard for you to muster yourself to face him directly. Draken didn't seem shaken. He stood straightly, you clenched your thighs tighter.

"Have I ever been quick in everything when I'm with you, [Y/N]?" His towering figure gawked over your smaller frame - casting his shadow over you as his sharp facial features caught your attention.

"Can't remember. Maybe? Because I said it just now almost like a reflex." You replied, not backing down but instead, squaring up to him that your ample breasts brushed against his torso.

His cologne didn't smell like the tacky, cheap body spray he used to own. This one smelled so expensive, alienated your memory of his familiar scent.

"Now you're getting older, your memory is getting rusty, dollface. Should I put on a play and see if you can call anything in mind?" You felt your breath became heavier but he didn't let you lose your focus yet.

Your chin was tugged upwards, the shadow of his cap cast upon his face and you remembered now; it was his eyes. Because he wasn't vocal about his feelings, you could understand everything from his eyes.

"You've grown softer, Draken. I almost threw up listening to you talk like this. What, are you changing jobs now? Don't tell me you went from a gangster to a con artist."

No, you were lying to yourself. Draken didn't change but improved. Change can be something bad but he never did anything that would bring him down. He just got better.

And it was true when the velvety touch on your beating pulse suddenly moved to your lips before he squished your cheeks in his hand.

"Fucking hot as hell but so damn annoying." He laughed, the light from his eyes never return, only replaced by a wicked glint.

He wanted to take you to his place, fuck you in his bed until you couldn't walk properly so he'd have more reasons to keep you at his place. He wanted to swallow you whole and he barely even started but why was it so damn hard to have you?

"Don't dare to think of anything nasty. You might not care about commitment in a relationship, but I do. So take your hands off me, Draken."

"Kenie. It's Kenie for you."

Your lips were so plump and wet, his other arm wrapped around your waist - hoisting you up to his body before he leaned by the dresser.

You shrieked when his scalding hot palm touched your naked back and as he untied the strings of your bra, he smiled at your face as he said,

"Do you think I'm going to believe that, dollface? Do you really think I don't know that this pussy hasn't been fucked well for months? I have eyes across this ward. You don't get to fool me."

Heat rose to your face, your small hands pushed on his shoulders, "You're still up in my business? Sounds like someone can't fucking move on."

He nodded, ripping off your lacey bralette and his big hands began to palm your heavy breast - carelessly rubbing your nipple with his thumb. You fought the urge to moan, you hold onto his shoulder for dear strength.

"You're right. I can't move on." Your breath hitched, he nuzzled his face to the column of your neck, inhaling so deep, and wrapped his arms tightly around your body. He missed you so much. So much that if you ran away again, he'd just kill himself.

"I fucked my fist thinking of you. I got this hard just by thinking of you. I'm not ashamed of it."

"That's your problem, Draken. I'm not you. I'm living my best life right now, and sorry that I can still cum just with my fingers."

"That's my girl," He pushed you until your back met the concrete wall, your eyes widened when he took off his cap and put it on you before he dropped to his knees.

"I am aware of your appetite, [Y/N]. You won't be happy with such a small meal. You always keep coming back to have your tight pussy stuffed. Even when we were living together, you couldn't stop begging my dick every night."

"What the hell are you talking about-" You pushed his forehead away from your private part, one hand covering your pussy but he gripped the side of your hips - bringing you straight to his mouth.

"I don't care if you use me as your favorite Cherry Twins. But don't deny that I made you cummed the hardest when I was in your life, dollface."

Your eyes became misty, his words just flew through your head - empty when his mouth latched on your clothed crotch, lapping on the small fabric that the nudge of his tongue probed on your budding clit.

Cherry Twins were the name he gave to your vibrators. Since he was always out when you were at home, he'd make you use them to your greedy cunt - even made a video call so he could jerk off in the public restroom.

You were wild, but he taught you to live even wilder.

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Part One

Red: An Underground Hero Deku x Crime lord fem! Reader

18+ Minors DNI or else I’ll revoke your kneecaps

Author’s Note: All characters are aged up and this fic is a monstrosity so I figured I’d split it up into two parts this is part one and I’ll link part 2 as well when I post it

Tw: fem dom, corruption kink, praise kink, biting/marking, club setting, dry humping, slight choking, alcohol is mentioned (Izuku doesn’t drink it) use of the pet name baby boy, semi public sex

Thank you to @chaos-night for beta reading, I appreciate it!!

For @yixxes I hope you like it!!

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“None are known to be good, till they have an opportunity to be bad”-Benjamin Whichcote

Summary: From the day you laid your eyes on Izuku Midoriya you knew you were going to be drawn to him. 

From the day you laid your eyes on Izuku Midoriya you knew you were going to be drawn to him. There was something about the way the college student stood in front of you with his arms drawn into himself as if he shrank far enough he would disappear. You couldn’t help but smile softly at him. 

The man in front of you was impressive to say the least even though he didn’t look it. He was able to track your group for days without your people even knowing. He documented everything in notebooks he carried with him. You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed the more he stared at you. He was trembling slightly, but his eyes never wavered. They held a fire behind them, one that you couldn’t even begin to describe. 

“Midoriya, right?” you asked, folding your hands in front of yourself.

“What do you want with me.” 

It wasn’t a question. Part of you grinned at the challenge. You had to give him credit, his voice only shook a small amount. Anybody else wouldn’t have been able to have the courage to do so, much less to you. 

Standing up from your chair, you signaled to the guards on either side of the door to stand down when they tried to move closer, weapons raised. 

“Do you know who we are?” you asked peering down at the streets below you. All Might was battling a water quirk user. You scowled at the scene before you, it was only a matter of time before he beat them to a pulp. 

“I know,” he said slowly in an attempt to keep his voice level, “that you’re an organization dedicated to uprooting false heroes.” 

Without turning around you gestured for him to continue. You watched his reflection in the window, he took a deep breath almost willing himself to talk once more. 

“You took Endeavor down and made a deal with Stain.”

“Very good,” you clapped, turning back around to face him. He was focused entirely on you. ”Now do you know who I am?” 

He didn’t hesitate, “The Woman in Red, heroes and villains alike haven’t been able to catch you. Nobody knows what your quirk is or if you even have one.”

You nodded to yourself, he showed promise. If you could use it to your advantage there would be no way your plan would fail. With his help you could uproot the fakest hero of them all.

“Tell me, what do you think of us Midoriya?”

It took him a couple of seconds to register what you said judging by the way his green eyes were transfixed on the destroyed All Might poster off to the side of the room. 

“A reminder,” he jumped at the sound of your voice while his eyes fixed themselves onto you. “All Might isn’t the hero that everybody believes he is,” you watched his eyes widen at your words. Part you assumed it was from shock at the way you said them so carelessly, but there was something else there. It was swimming under the surface almost begging to be unleashed.

Before you could place it, he coughed and straightened his posture. He could’ve looked confident when he stood like that if he didn’t shrink into himself at the last moment. With the proper training he’d stand to his full size without feeling insecure.

“Why am I here?” his voice was softer than before, concealed. It made a vicious smirk cross onto your face. You couldn’t wait to help him unlock his true potential. The thought alone almost had you pouncing on him, but you refrained. You wouldn’t scare him away just yet.

You moved closer to him, allowing your nails to drift across the wood over your desk before using one of them to tilt Midoriya’s face closer to yours. He didn’t pull away.

“Because, Izuku Midoriya,” you refused to leave his gaze, “I want you to join Chimera.”

He gulped at the proximity, “And if I refuse?” 

You couldn’t help the breathless laugh that escaped your lips. He was too cute for his own good. You flicked your eyes to his before locking them on his lips. 

“Then, I guess I’ll just have to find a way to persuade you,” you emphasized the words by moving closer until your lips brushed against his. You watched as he unconsciously closed his eyes and leaned into it, but before your lips fully touched you turned towards the door. 

You didn’t miss the pout that crossed onto his face when you broke away, but he missed the sadistic smile you wore as you gestured for the guards to file out. All you received in return was a nod from them until they headed out the door. 

When it was your turn you held the door open, but before leaving you met his gaze one last time.

“I’ll give you two weeks to make a decision, until then I look forward to our next meeting,” you purred and leaned against the open door in a way that rivaled Jessica Rabbit, “Izuku Midoriya.”

After you spoke those final words you left with a laugh while he stood in the dark room wondering what just happened.

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“She wants you to join, huh?” Aizawa said from where he was perched on the rooftop. His eyes were scanning below, from the lights of the buildings Midoriya could make out the bags under the man’s eyes. It had to be a late night that was for sure.

Part of Izuku felt guilty pulling the man away from much needed sleep, but being an underground hero he needed allies and the only one with enough experience was Aizawa.

“What should I do?” he asked, moving out of the darkness and closer to the man. He watched the capture scarf blow in the wind slightly while he shivered. It was becoming colder even in Spring, he’d have to get warmer gear. 

Out of the corner of his eye Aizawa seemed to notice because a soft smile slid onto his face, “I told you to bundle up problem child, but you never listen.” 

Before Midoriya could say anything a jacket was flung his way, he jumbled it until he was able to hold it steady. Peering down his eyes widened with disbelief.

“Are you just going to stand there or put it on?”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Stumbling out a yes, he wrapped the jacket around him and zipped it up. It was sleek, light fitting but also warm. Izuku couldn’t help but sink into the feeling. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been hugged, but wearing that coat he felt like he received the biggest embrace in the world.

A peaceful silence fell over the two of them while they stared out at the streets below. It was a quiet night, the only sounds were of the cars driving by and an occasional group of friends walking past. Their voices echoed off the buildings and were burned into Izuku’s ears. 

He wondered what that was like, having friends. He knew going down the path he was on would be dangerous. He couldn’t have time for them if he was going to save people, especially since there was a chance they could become targets.

Still, he couldn’t help but wonder if his life would’ve been different if he’d had them when he was younger.

“I think,” Aizawa began, causing Izuku to fix his eyes onto his mentor. “That you should do it. You can get into their organization and gain intel, be a double agent of sorts.”

Izuku’s heart stopped. “Me?” he sputtered, “Do you really think I could pull something like that off? Half of the pro heroes have tried to take Chimera down and they’ve come up empty handed everytime! And besides the only reason I followed them was to bring the information to you!

How do you know I won’t end up like the others?”

“I don’t,” came the response. Izuku expected that to be it and for Aizawa to leave, but instead he turned to Midoriya and placed his fist on his protege’s chest, “But if there’s one thing I know it’s that if anybody could take down Chimera it would be you.”

Izuku focused his gaze onto the ground until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Aizawa shot him a look of genuine faith. “She went out of her way to try and recruit you. I doubt she’ll want to hurt you, but keep your guard up.”

With a nod of understanding followed by an “I will”, the man took that as his cue and began to walk towards the edge of the building.

“You don’t have to of course, but if you do, don't try to do everything on your own kid. You’ve got me. And it’s about time you actually started working on the front lines rather than behind the scenes.”

 With that he was off, a sigh left Midoriya’s lips. He’d been told time and time again that he wasn’t cut out for field work. Not with college he was juggling as well as the fact that his lack of a quirk was always taken into account. He stared up at the sky, he couldn’t remember when he became like this. 

He thought back to the earlier times where he constantly believed he could be a hero. He still believed, but it was subdued. Sad even, but he’d try. If he could take them down it would mean helping more people. 

“I wish you were here, mom,” he said to the stars while tears began to slide down his face, “I’m a little lost right now.”

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The two weeks seemed to crawl by. Izuku was getting restless. He knew his decision, but he couldn’t find Chimera anywhere. He checked every back alley, store, restaurant that the members usually went in and came up empty handed. Even when he did find the members and tried to follow them shouting wait or slow down it was like they’d disappear at the last second. 

After running around for nearly three hours he found a bench next to a nearby park and took a seat. He tossed his head back, attempting to get all of the air he lost back. His clothes stuck to him uncomfortably while his forehead was making his hair stick to it. 

They sure can run when they really want to, he thought in between puffs of air. He didn’t know how he’d make it through patrolling, especially now. He dreaded the thought, clutching his side at the reminder. He managed to take Muscular down but not without the villain getting a few hits in. It was worth it though, considering Koda’s smile once he was discharged from the hospital. 

Yeah, he thought looking up at the sky with a serene smile. It had been worth it. 

After catching his breath, he was about to get up from the bench until a person sat down next to him with a note. They didn’t look at Midoriya, instead they were focused straight ahead. The shades made it difficult to see their eyes, while their hoodie and jeans made them look like an ordinary person.

“An invitation,” the person grumbled out, “Don’t be late.” 

Izuku didn’t watch them go, flipping the envelope over he noticed neatly scrawled out cursive. The envelope itself was red with a wax gold stamp. A chimera was in the center while the cursive was in gold. He didn’t open it until he was safe in his apartment.

His breath hitched as he read the words over and over again to make sure he had them right. Once he realized he did, he texted Aizawa on the burner phone they used specifically for underground work and buried his head in his hands.

“What am I getting myself into?”

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The neon lights bathed everybody into an ocean of colors. People were swarmed into the center of the room, dancing and grinding on anybody close to them. The bass caught in Midoryia’s chest as he navigated through the crowd. He glanced around, taking all the strobing lights in. The letter said to meet at The Tavern, but it never specified where.

After bumping into several people and almost being roped into dancing, he finally found the bar. He took a seat and checked his phone as he waited for his nerves to calm down. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been to one of these. He thought back to freshman year when he first started out he’d gone to a local club to see what it was like only to realize he wasn’t really fond of it.

“Not exactly your scene is it?” a bartender asked, sliding him a drink. Midoriya looked up at the woman with a sheepish smile. She looked to be about his age, her short hair framing her face. Earphones were dangling  from ears. Must be her quirk, Izuku thought with excitement. Her pierced brow was raised as she stared at Midoriya.

“Is it that obvious?”

She hummed for a moment, studying him before she nodded, “Nobody wears a shirt that says ‘Club Shirt’ on it. It’s an interesting pick.”

He flushed slightly and rubbed the back of his neck. He knew he should’ve gone with something different. 

“Yeah,” he said trailing off until his eyes landed on the drink.

“I don’t—”

Before he continued the woman stopped him, “It’s on the house, you’re waiting for her aren’t you?” 

He was about to ask how she knew when you sat down next to him with a smile, “I see you’ve met Jirou, my most trusted friend.” 

Izuku watched as the woman, Jirou’s face turned bright red. He almost thought he heard a don’t mention it before she went off to serve more drinks, leaving him with you. 

He was nervous, that much was easy to tell with the way his eyes kept jumping from corner to corner. Poor thing you thought while his leg bounced up and down. Part of you cringed, he felt out of place.

“Do you want to go somewhere else?” 

The sound of your voice over the music snapped his attention back to you. Taking his blank stare and furrowed eyebrows as a sign, you huffed out a laugh and repeated yourself. He joined in albeit nervously.

“It’s okay,” he said, stirring his drink with the straw, “You planned to meet here. I don’t want to cause any trouble,” he took a deep breath, “Boss.” 

You turned to him with wide eyes before waving him off as you leaned closer to the table, “You don’t have to call me boss you know,” you said nonchalantly, “Not even the guards call me that.” 

He couldn’t help but stare at you in awe. How you were able to be so calm in a place like this was beyond him, but it helped him relax. With furrowed brows he focused back on his straw. The ice clanked against the glass, but he couldn’t hear it over the song playing. 

“What should I call you then?”

Just like the first time you met, you used one of your fingers to tilt his head up, he could feel your breath mingle with his while his face turned a vibrant shade of red. He silently thanked the lights for making it almost impossible for you to see it. He watched as your eyes clouded over while a sinister smile fell onto your face. It made him feel small underneath it. 

Before he could say anything, you leaned in close to his ear. 

“I have a couple ideas,” your words sent goosebumps to ripple against his skin while his mouth felt dry. He wanted to know what they were, wanted to ask. What was going on with him?!

He didn’t have much time to dwell once he felt your breath ghost against his neck. It was warm and sent shivers down his spine. He briefly felt the touch of your lips against him, part of him hoped you wouldn’t pull away. 

“Please,” he rasped before he could stop himself. Your lips curled into a grin, one of your hands snaked from the table to bury itself in his green hair. 

“Let’s get out of here.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

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The cool air of the outside clashed with the warmth from the club. Izuku barely processed your lips meeting only to find that in the next minute he was up against the brick wall behind the club. Your hands tangled themselves into his green curls causing him to whimper against your lips.

“Fuck,” you muttered, pussy clenching at the sound he made. You wanted to hear more, wanted him to scream. You placed your knee in between his legs, he instantly started to grind down on your thigh. He tried to pull away from you, but that only made you hold his curls tighter before letting him go. A string of saliva was all that left the connection until you wiped it away with the back of your sleeve. 

Izuku’s face was flushed as he tried to catch his breath. Everything about you was intoxicating, especially the way you looked him up and down like he was your prey. He was still grinding against you, his puffs of air were visible in the night. It wasn’t until you touched his side that he flinched.

You pulled your hand away in concern, but he was quick to shush you with the way his lips latched back onto yours. He could tell you about the wound later, you thought. His lips were soft against yours, when you met for another kiss you opened your mouth. Catching the hint, he opened his mouth enough for you to snake your tongue into his mouth. Judging from the way he was grinding faster against you with broken moans you could tell he was enjoying himself. 

You pushed him further into the wall, it was surely digging into his back by now, but he made no sound of pain. You made sure to avoid his waist, instead you grabbed a hold of his belt loops and yanked his lower body into an arch.

“Oh my god,” Midoriya groaned, tossing his head back against the wall. He needed more, you were everywhere, breathing into his neck, sucking and biting the skin there. Weakly he went to push you off.

“No marks-can’t ah-can’t ngh cover them.” 

A grin casted onto your face. He was so cute like this, all sprawled out under you just as you knew he’d be. You kissed the skin close to his pressure point before staring directly into Izuku’s eyes. Your lips brushed against each other. His eyelashes fluttered as he went to close the space, but you held his neck with one hand and pressed him back.

“I don’t think so baby,” you whispered. Your voice lower in pitch. You didn’t miss the way his pulse jumped under your fingers. Your eyes widened in shock until you gained back control. This was more interesting than you thought. “Does the little hero like this, hm? You like being helpless?” To emphasize your words, you guided his hips with one hand and ground him against your thigh once more. 

A high whine escaped his mouth before he could prevent it. He knew this was wrong, that he should stop this but the way your hand made him dizzy around him and the pressure against his cock caused his mind to become fuzzy. What Aizawa didn’t know didn’t hurt him anyway.

“Please,” he whimpered, meeting your leg. He wanted more--no he needed more. “I’ll do anything, I’ll do anything just please.”

“Such a needy little thing aren’t you?” With a huff you slowly stop moving. Tears sprang into the corners of Midoriya’s eyes as he thrashed in an attempt to bring some of the pleasure back, but you only moved your leg away. Broken no’s spilled from his lips and into the cracks of the brick wall. He’s a mess of babbles and pleas. You wait a second longer until you lick a tear from his face, starting at his chin and stopping just below his cheek bone.

He’s about to thank you when you send him a devilish smirk and drop to your knees in front of him. The sight alone causes him to reach his high. You let him calm down, rubbing his thighs through his jeans. You whisper soft encouragements that he can barely decipher. 

Looking up at him you can see that his pupils are still blown wide while his chest is heaving up and down. Under the neon red light he looks perfect. You want to devour him, but you hold back. Soon he’d learn how to get hard just by your words alone, but first you’d have to train him.

It isn’t until he comes down from his high that he realizes what he’s done. Mortification falls over him faster than you thought from the way his face flushes even further. You wished he wasn’t in so many clothes, you could almost bet that the same would be found on his neck leading to his chest.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to, I tried holding it in but-”

Slowly, you rose to your feet and before he could stumble over more excuses you kissed his cheek whispering “Good boy,” into his ear. If Midoriya hadn’t just cum he would’ve from those words alone. 

You laughed softly at his body’s reaction before breaking away from him fully. You don’t miss the pout that formed on his face when you stepped away. At first it was cute, but now seeing it after this made something snap. You quickly grabbed him by the jaw and traced your thumb over his bottom lip. 

“Such a sweet little mouth, making all those pretty sounds earlier, but I think I have more uses for it rather than just pouting,” you locked onto his wide eyes. “Wouldn’t you say, Midoriya?”

He could only nod against you, completely trapped under your gaze. You had him right where you wanted him. “Well then baby boy,” you said detaching yourself once more. “Get to work.”

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Midoriya woke up in a cold sweat for the umpteenth time that week. He fell back into the pillow with a groan. It had been weeks since that encounter and he was desperate to do it again. He couldn’t escape the sound of your moans echoing in the night or the way your nails dug into his hair just right to send waves of pleasure zipping down his back. And the way you tasted, he craved feeling you against his tongue, drowning in you. 

However now that he was officially part of Chimera after being tested the night after he was able to taste you, it had been pretty standard. There was nothing out of the ordinary, the organization ran just like how any other underground facility would. Midoriya had his own jobs that he had to handle such as keeping track of shipments and making sure nobody was caught. He didn’t have much to report back to Aizawa which caused the older man to worry.

Izuku huffed at the sound of his phone vibrating on the nightstand. Speak of the devil. Why couldn’t the man just leave him alone? He knew what he was doing and what he went there to do. Even if his mind was preoccupied with you, he would still put Chimera down first and besides you weren’t serious about him either. 

Without looking at the contact he put the phone up to his ear. “Look Aizawa I’m fine I don’t need you checking up on me every second of every day so please just this once don’t contact me on my day off.”

Izuku expected to hear the gruff voice sigh into the other line and promptly begin telling Izuku why checking in is important because it could mean the difference between life and death which, being an underground hero, the lines tend to blur. 

Instead, there was a delayed pause followed by a low whistle, “And he lets you talk to him like that? I’m impressed.”

At the sound of your voice, he instantly shot up from the futon. “Boss, hey um why are you calling?” His blood froze for a second. “I didn’t miss anything, did I?!” He tossed the covers off of him and was about to head to his dresser to change when his foot got caught in the sheets causing him to crash to the ground.

You heard the loud bang on the other line causing you to snort. There was a heavy sound of stomping followed by another brief crash that caused you to look out into the city with a smile. You were reminded in that moment that he was still a college student, so full of life. 

“Nope, I was just calling to check in.”

Midoriya scowled on the other end of the phone. “You and Aizawa both. I’m fine if that’s what you’re wondering. I have all my body parts intact and none of them are broken,” he even wiggled his hands and sat back on the futon to swing his feet even though you couldn’t see him. “Thank you very much,” he said dryly. 

You hummed, mulling over his response. Ever since he joined he’s been more sure of himself, capable. It was an accepted change, after all he needed to be strong. Especially if your plan was going to work. After all, the stronger they are the more fun to break.

“He and I are alike then. You do realize that there’s a very fine line between life and death, right? People like us have to stick together.”

“How are you both the same person?”

That question alone had you laughing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Midoriya, but I do have something you can do for me.”

He perked up at that. “What is it?”

“I’ll pick you up, how does noon sound?”

“Yes-” he said all too fast before coughing. “I mean yeah sure, whatever works for you.”

“Good, be sure you’re ready early, I always come on time.” 

With that you hung up the phone and spun back to face your office desk. Phase one was complete, now you could move on to phase two. Leaning your head on the desk, you could feel rather than see Jirou’s eyes boring holes into your forehead.

“Why aren’t you worried about Midoriya?”

You cocked you head to the side. “Why would I need to be worried?”

“He’s working with Aizawa.” It wasn’t a question, but it didn’t need to be. You knew Izuku was working with the man for years before he even discovered your group, but that didn’t matter. You thought back to his confidence, how he was able to give orders and stand up for himself now, but still looked at you to make sure he wasn’t speaking out of turn. It caused a fire to burn in the pit of your stomach.

“Rest assured, Midoriya won’t be a problem. After all,” you said interlocking your hands on top of the desk. “I have him wrapped around my finger.”

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[firefly-in-darkness]

Separation, Connection - 2/2

Pairing →Bucky Barnes x Reader

Characters → Marvel Characters

Summary → Your friendship with Bucky deterioates when you catch him in a compromising position with a fellow agent. 

Word Count → 3.5k

SSB2021 Square Fill → Table Sex - @star-spangled-bingo

BBB2021 Square Fill  → “You’re such a tease” - @buckybarnesbingo

Warnings → 18+. Angst, jealousy, smut. sexual activities, swearing.

Betas → @fandomfic-galore // all mistakes are my own.

A/N →  I cannot believe how much everybody has loved part one, honestly, I am over the moon with all your comments and disdain for Bucky’s behaviour! I hope you like this part and I cannot wait to read your comments about how things turn out...

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Previously: You paused in the doorway, but you had to be strong, to carry on walking away, you couldn’t let him hurt you again. It was time to move on.

The suite was filled with an assortment of flowers, sweet treats, and gift boxes, all unopened. From bright coloured ribbon to delicate lace detailing, the space was overwhelming and the sentiment behind each one wasn’t even close to what you wanted, needed from Bucky.

You laid on your couch, looking up to the ceiling, balloons filled with confetti swaying into view. Surely Bucky knows that he can’t buy your friendship. But maybe he is sorry. You looked over to your best friend sitting on the floor beside you, supposedly deeply invested in their book until a smirk formed on their face.

Wanda turned to you, “You already know what I think you should do - go and talk to him.”

She was right, you probably should talk to him. You knew Bucky hadn’t just tried to buy your friendship. It was in the way he’d hold the door open for you, drop off a coffee when you were doing paperwork, and how he’d always check in with you before, during and after training and missions. It was sweet, and not too dissimilar to the Bucky from before. However, this time, he made you even more nervous; the boyish charm that he didn’t use with you often was more noticeable, and the mischievous sparkle in his eye made you squirm.

“Okay.” You sat up, twisting to plant your feet on the ground, “I’m going to tell him. FRIDAY, where is Sergeant Barnes?”

The AI addressed you, “He’s currently sparring in the gym.”

You skipped down the corridor, leg bouncing in the elevator and wishing you’d taken the stairs as it would have been quicker at this rate, with excitement bubbling in your chest at how you would greet Bucky, accept his apology and forgive him. Then you’d tell him how you feel about him and deal with the rejection when it came to it but right now, all you wanted was your friend back.

Gliding through the automatic sliding doors, the spring in your step propelling forward into the gym and greeting the other gym users with a beaming smile or nod. The approach to the sparring ring had the nerves tickle under your skin and you bit your lip in hopes to ground yourself.

It’s only Bucky, your best friend. He wants you in your life. You reminded yourself and weaved between the agents to look at the spectacle that had gathered such a crowd. Bucky had an agent pinned to the ground, those thick muscular thighs straddled across them and the ones in his bulging bicep rippling as he applied pressure on his forearm against their windpipe.

“Bet they’ve been in that position more than once before,” an agent laughed, joined in by a couple of other peers.

Your stomach twisted at the comment and the sudden movement in the sparring ring had you pausing the step forward. It was her; they’d twisted in the tussle and she was now facing you and straddling Bucky’s hips. She panted above him and attempted to wrap her hand around his neck.

“Oh yeah, they’ve done this before, with a lot fewer clothes.” The agent beside you commented to another chorus of sniggers and laughs.

Nails dug into the palm of your hands as you steeled your nerves, jaw clenched and tongue pressing hard against the roof of your mouth. She glanced up at the murmurs and spotted you, a smirk on her painted lips. You couldn’t stand the sight and spun on your heel, wanting nothing more than to escape, again.

Bucky rolled his head back and saw your retreating figure between the legs of the crowd. Without a second thought, he shoved the agent off him and got to his feet and shoving the people aside in a bid to catch up to you. This couldn’t happen, not again.

You smashed through the doors, almost swinging it off the hinge. You hadn’t even looked back at him and he wasn’t sure if you even knew he was there until he heard a frustrated growl, one he’d never heard from you before. Bucky turned the corner to find you slumped against the wall by the elevator, head hanging low. 

He stepped forward but was stopped by your raised hand, “Please just leave me alone.” 

Bucky’s heart cracked at the defeat in your voice, the way you caved into yourself. Not letting him help with whatever it was you were dealing with. He knew what had happened, saw the agent above him grinning like the cat that got the cream.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Bucky leant his side against the wall, giving you enough space but still able to watch your every move in case you tried to run away again, “Please talk to me.”.

“I was ready to forgive you.” You glared at him, he could see the tears threatening to spill, clinging to your eyelashes and ready to fall.

“Oh sweetheart,” Bucky reached to cup your cheek, but you batted him away and stood up straight as the elevator made its presence known. He went to follow you into the lift but once again, you stopped him with an outstretched arm.

“Don’t call me that! You don’t get to call me that.” You gritted your teeth and took a step back, “Please just leave, James. Go back to your mating ritual or whatever that was out there.”

Bucky was at a loss for words, he knew he’d betrayed your trust when it came to not talking about his sexual rendezvous but now, he was stumped. You were jealous and he finally realised why you hadn’t accepted his gifts. You didn’t want his attention or just his friendship; you wanted his affection, his love and he wanted to give that to you.

You meant the world to him, and yes, he’d broken the number one rule when it comes to friendship, he needed to explain why he did what he did. But first, he needed to get you to listen which was the more difficult part. You were stubborn and closed yourself off whenever someone tried to pry inside that pretty head of yours.

Bucky was willing to get inside, whatever it took, whatever you needed.

“No doll, I’m not leaving you. We need to talk about this.” Bucky stepped past you and pulled you into the elevator.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to shake Bucky, and he’d follow you into your suite. You wanted him to but also didn’t at the same time. Your head and heart were in a conflict that left you frustrated and ready to snap.

The flowers mocked you, the balloons swaying with a smirk and the unopened packages sparkled in knowing. Ignoring the gifts, you strode through the suite and into the dining room with Bucky hot on your heels.

“Please can you give me some space?” You sighed, a hand dragging down your face.

“Okay,” Bucky held his hands up in submission, “look, I know what I did, I betrayed your trust, I know what I said hurt your feelings.”

You scoffed, that was an understatement, turning to look at him and leaning against the kitchen cabinets, hands braced on the counter, knuckles whitening as you tried to maintain your composure.

“I can only hope that one day you’ll forgive me and let me back in, to be on your side again. I should have told you about-”

“Don’t you dare say her name.” You pointed at him. Bucky smirked, making you even angrier than before. “Are you getting a kick out of this?”

“No, of course not, what is wrong with you?” Bucky’s smile faded instantly, and he shook his head, “I’m trying to talk to you and you’re jumping down my throat the second I speak.”

You reared your head back, mouth agape, you knew he was right but considering he dared to say it out loud was enough for your blood to boil over. You went to shove past Bucky, to escape to your bedroom or bathroom but he twisted you both around and pushed you against the wall.

“Will you just stop for one second.” Bucky held your squirming body, “I’m trying to tell you how I feel.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” The tears finally fell as you thought of him loving her, the words stuttering out, “We’re- just- friends.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and leant forward, you pushed his chest in a panic but unable to escape his hold and then raised your hand to punch him. Bucky’s hand closed around your fist before it could hit his cheek and he held your arms above your head. 

“For fuck’s sake Y/N, I’m trying to kiss you.” He growled, his legs pinning your leg in place.

“Still want to kiss me after I tried to punch you?” You were angry and confused. Wasn’t he telling you about his feelings for that woman that was straddling him earlier? “You’re only interested because I met someone else. That I don’t let you get under my skin anymore.”

Bucky growled again and surged forward, this time you didn’t stop his mouth from descending on yours. The bruising kiss relaxed your body into his hold, yet it was fully alert to his flesh hand kneading at your waist and the cool metal cupping your cheek. 

Your mind floated away, all coherence and why you were angry disappeared until Bucky pulled back, leaving you both panting and eyes closed. You suddenly realised that you should stop; your heart was telling you to run but your body demanded more. You wanted him.

You yanked Bucky back to you at the nape of his neck and crashing your lips to his again. Tongues swiped along each of your mouths, teeth nipped at one another. He knew exactly what to do, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip again and he began rocking your hips down against the thick muscle. Warmth bloomed in your tummy from the friction of Bucky’s sweatpants against your clothed core. 

His locks found their way around your fingers and the slight tug elicited a moan from his plump lips, parting you both momentarily. Eyes locked, pupils dilated in lust, and warm heavy breaths filled the space. You were momentarily lost in the feelings, overwhelmed but unsatiated. The anger still simmered in your veins; the venom was heavy on your tongue for what he put you through, but you couldn’t stop yourself anymore. You had to have him, at least once, and it would be on your terms.

You somehow managed to spin the hunk of a super soldier around, pressing his back against the wall. The smell of Bucky; that woodsy musk and sweat overwhelmed your senses, you’d been close to him but not this close. Without thinking you, began peppering wet kisses down the column of his neck, nipping at his collarbone. He tried to explore your body, hands dipping under the hem of your shirt and you almost caved into their search before you pulled away.

Being this close to Bucky, to finally getting somewhat of what you had dreamed of was putting your head in a spin, but you needed to get him out of your system. What better way than to fuck it out? To fall over the precipice of ecstasy and let it wash away your desire and need for him. To move on from one, James Buchanan Barnes.

Bucky’s brows furrowed at the uncertainty that was clearly painting your features, “are you-”

You didn’t want his reassurances right now, you just wanted him to kiss you again, “want you Bucky.”

“I know, but we need to get rid of this first,” Bucky was biting his lip as he pointed at your top.

You nodded and he slowly tugged it over your head, you were too impatient and pushed him back to the wall. Letting him drink in your body while removing your sports bra. The cool air against your skin was welcoming but didn't dampen the fire pooling in your belly. 

You leant in to kiss him again, bringing both of his hands up to your breasts. It was messy, all teeth and tongues as you both fought for dominance. His fingers twisting and teasing at your nipples sent goosebumps across your skin. Bucky’s mouth began to explore your jaw and neck. It felt like he was everywhere, turning you into putty.

Is this what it felt like to be with him? To have him worshiping your body. Your mind flashed back to the moment you saw him pinning that agent against the wall, the way he’d fucked her. It soured the moment and you pulled away.

“Is this what you fucking do? Charm your way into women’s pants?” You were pacing back and forth, “I’m such a fool.”

Bucky hadn’t said a word, he was leaning against the wall and a forlorn look on his face, his hair spiking up every which way. It made your heart flutter and the noticeable erection under his pants was making your mouth water. He didn’t show an ounce of regret, he actually looked enamoured with you. No, it can’t be. You shook the thought from your head, letting the anger morph into passion again.

You strode over, he was ready to catch you the moment you leapt into his arms. Mouths crashing down on one another again in a heated battle. His hands held your back tight to his chest, your core almost, almost, getting what it needed through the material. You were lowered down, your back meeting the coolness of your kitchen table and Bucky kissed between your breasts, your eyes fluttering closed at the pleasure. 

Bucky’s weight disappeared and his body moved away, leaving you cold and alone. You peeked open one eye, a slight fear that he’d have a face of regret but then you saw the look of desire and lopsided smile as he shimmied his pants and boxers to the floor.

He returned to the spot between your legs and, you almost had him where you wanted him as he reached out to pull at your leggings, but his hands paused, resting at your hips. Your brow furrowed, unsure of what he was thinking so you sat up, and he looked anywhere but your face.

You tucked a finger under his chin to bring his attention to you and whispered, “What is it?”

“Are you sure about this?” Bucky quietly asked.

“Of course, I am, I would have kicked you out the moment you got here otherwise.” You smiled and pulled him closer to press your lips to his cheek.

You slowly edged down his jaw line with small light kisses, spurred on by feeling him relax under your touch. Teeth grazed along his pulse, Bucky moaning into the now electrified kitchen. He pulled you to the edge of the table and lifted slightly to remove your leggings, placing you back down gently. 

You fell back against the table while his fingers rubbed over your soaked panties, swirling in rough motions. He swiped the material to the side, his fingers glided through your dripping folds. You were completely consumed by him and the way his fingers pumped and stretched your cunt open while his thumb caressed your clit.

“You’re such a tease.” A mumble of whimpers, profanities, and Bucky, left your lips as you tried to convey your need for him to fuck you, “Please.”

The words were silenced as his cock skimmed over your folds, nudging at your bundle of nerves, teasing you higher and higher into pleasure. It felt like it had been minutes, in reality it was mere seconds, when Bucky finally pushed the tip of his cock into your cunt, walls fluttering and stretching around him.

Gasps fell from both of your lips as Bucky adjusted his weight, shifting deeper inside you slowly with your walls clenching around him. Another thrust forward and he was burying himself to the hilt, filling you up completely. Your cunt was pulsing around him, dripping around his cock with want the moment Bucky grabbed your knee and pulled it up to his shoulder. 

This new angle got him deeper and deeper with every thrust, the table creaking under the movement, you no longer cared, all you could think about was him and the pleasure he was giving you.

Your back arching and head spinning as Bucky kept the pace, unfaltering as you suddenly climbed to the peak of your orgasm. His grunts and skin slapping against skin was pushing you higher and higher. The wood cut into your palm as you held tightly to the edge with each wave of pleasure until you were unreservedly consumed by ecstasy. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” Bucky spluttered, his movements matching his speech, “You’re gonna make me cum too quickly if you keep clenching like that.”

Your grip loosened and traded the wooden table to skim through your folds in search of more and to keep teasing your nipples, and Bucky. You bit your lip, watching him watch you touch yourself whilst he fucked you was turning you on.

Bucky regained his composure with a grunt, pushing your fingers away with his vibranium ones and began circling your clit. The cold metal sent a rush of pleasure across your skin, heating your desire.

“Cum again, I know you got another one in you, Doll.” Bucky smirked above you as he continued to ram into your cunt and flick at your clit in perfect unison.

Your vision blurred and your body keened, letting out a silent scream, you came undone around him. Body shaking as you felt Bucky grip your hips with both hands as he hit you harder and harder until he stilled, unloading inside of you.

“Fuck,” you rasped.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to get you anything or?” Bucky asked, as he collected the scattered clothes around the kitchen.

“I’m fine Bucky, thanks.” You replied, facing away from him, and clipping your bra back in place.

You could feel the tension in the room, and you hoped Bucky hadn’t noticed. You knew he would, he’s not stupid, but you secretly wished that it would be ignored. There were no regrets on your part and you’re sure Bucky enjoyed himself, it just seemed like you’d have to do a lot more talking than before. Maybe you should have started with that instead of letting him kiss you or letting yourself kiss him back.

“Do you want me to stay or go?” Bucky quietly asked as he put on his shirt.

You weren’t surprised at his care before but now you were for the uncertainty that laced his words, once you’d put on your shirt, you turned to him, “Come on Buck, I’m just another one of them, you just happen to know me a little better. It was just sex.”

If it wasn’t for his close proximity, you wouldn’t have heard the words that Bucky whispered; it wasn’t to me.

“What did you just say?” You looked at him in shock, heart racing at the blush forming on his cheeks.

“It wasn’t just sex to me.” He coughed into his hand and rubbed at the back of his neck, “I’ve always loved you Y/N and I’ve told you that a thousand times. Is there any chance we can be something more?”

You chewed on your lip, butterflies erupting in your belly at the prospect of what Bucky was asking, of the potential heart break you might endure. It was clouded by the way she had smirked at you in the gym, the gossip shared by Natasha and the advice Wanda had given you about self-care. It was all blurring into one and you didn’t know what to say or do. You were torn between your head and heart.

“I think it’s going to take more than gifts and sex. We had a frienship, and I trust you with my life but not with my heart.” You paused and tipped his face so you could really look at him, to see him, “I don’t think we can be something right now, but in time, I think we can get there.”

“Can we start over?” Bucky asked, eyes wide in hope as he leant into your palm.

You took a step away and stretched out your hand, “Nice to meet you Sergeant Barnes, I’m Agent Y/L/N. Do you know any decent places around here to get a bite to eat?”

Bucky’s large hand enveloped yours, a soft smile on his lips, “I know just the place.”

The End…

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