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- I COULD CHANGE YOUR LIFE —

chap 3 , come visit me in jail — | — ...back — | — next...

summary: the morning after you and chris bond, he just seems to fall deeper in love with you and your amazing personality. he falls so deep that when he sees a negative comment on your recent instagram post, he feels he has no choice but to do something about it.

pairing: stalker!chris × singer!reader

warnings + topics: cursing, stalking, weapons, murder, blood, obsessive behavior, breaking & entering, crying, chris is crazy, choking, drowning, etc. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THESE TOPICS.

author's note: here's where it starts to get intense.....👀

author's note 2: series title mention in this one has me floating🗣🗣

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"bet i could change your life."

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mysteriousman no tag in the first photo i see....

-> y/nwhosthat didn't even know there were tags on this app??

-> y/nsonlylove says the girl who uses them in every single one of her posts🙁 u got them searching for answers now

hearts4chrissy i know my man's hands when i see them chris honey come home💔

latinosfory/n they are reaching omg😭

matthew.sturniolo all these rumors and im still focused on the frank ocean lyrics🤷‍♂️

-> y/nwhosthat everyone should be focused on his inspiring lyrics

-> wishingherwell MATT???

theyenvy.michael ugly ass girl tf get off this app👎

chris feels a sudden anger wash over him as he reads the most recent comment on y/n's post, and his hand wraps even tighter around his phone before he clicks on the guy's profile.

he's 20, and he's also in boston. chris scrolls down, cringing at his weird objectifying comment in his bio, "ho's are only useful in the kitchen, i stand by my statement🤷‍♂️"

fucking douchebag, chris thinks as he scrolls down on his page. he clicks on michael's recent post and is met with a mirror picture of the boy in his messy bedroom. there's posters of half-naked girls and polaroids of him and his friends on the white walls behind him.

he scrolls left, and there's a video. chris doesn't even need to watch it because when he sees the first frame, he already knows he might lose it. the first frame shows off michaels blurry foot only inches away from a small puppy on the side of the road. the brunette feels sick already. how many red flags did this guy have?

another scroll and chris finds himself looking at a blurred picture of michael and his friend hugging. only one normal photo in this entire dump. chris doesn't even want to scroll down further on his page.

as he turns off his phone and throws it to the side, his free hand clenches into a fist. chris has never felt this angry before, and just the thought of michaels comment makes him even angrier.

before getting up, he grabs his phone. he runs up the stairs, heading straight for nicks room as he barges in. he stands at the doorway and watches as his brother jumps in shock.

his hair is still messy, not having time to do it before chris came in, "chris, what the fuck!"

"oh my god, you almost gave me a heart attack. fuck you," the older boy grumbles before walking over to his bed and sitting at the edge, "what'd you need?"

nick's tone is softer now, and he pats the side of his bed in a motion for chris to come over and sit. chris does just that, taking a few deep breaths before he throws himself back against his brothers bed.

"i don't know. i wanted to ask if you've ever felt so angry that you just wanna destroy everything around you." chris sighs, propping himself up on his elbows to look at the dark-haired boy beside him.

he just laughs softly, nodding, "yeah, almost always. why, what's going on?" there's a subtle look of concern on his face, and chris frowns.

chris shrugs, eyes trailing off to look at the wall across from him, "i was... reading comments, and i saw one that infuriated me like nothing did before. and, nick, i know you've told me not to let 'em get to me, but..." he takes his lower lip between his teeth, "this time it was on a loved-ones post, and i can't control it anymore."

nick frowns, his concern rising as his eyes meet his brothers, "okay. just talk to me, i don't want you doing anything... bad this time. remember what matt and i have told you to do when you feel that way. take deep breaths, yeah?"

chris' eyes widen at his brother's first words, his chest feeling tighter as he suddenly finds it harder to breathe. his mind wanders back to that night.

"hey!" a man's voice is heard from behind chris and his brothers, and the younger boy is the first to turn. he recognizes that voice, and it only ticks him off further.

chris waves his hand, a small gesture that even makes him cringe. why was he wasting his energy on this dick? the guy doesn't wave back, only scoffing as he stomps in chris' direction.

"what's up?" there's a faux look of happiness on the brunettes face as he steps forward, now right in front of the much taller guy, "c'mon, talk that shit you were spitting all over madi's posts, you weren't scared when you posted it."

the brown-eyed man laughs, tilting his head as he squints his eyes at chris, "i'm not scared now, either. the fuck? i said she was a dumb bitch who can't even—"

chris doesn't even let him finish, his head filling with so many thoughts he couldn't even comprehend. his entire body felt hot, like he was on fire. the one thought that was screaming out to him finally pushed it's way in front, kill him.

he lands the first hit on the guys cheek, and it's not soft. he doesn't stop either, his free hand coming up to punch the man in the stomach. his motions are quick, and he doesn't give the man time to think before punching him right in the nose.

the blond stumbles back, coughing as his nose leaks red down to his lip. his head turns back up, looking right as chris before he stomps up to him and swings right at his face.

nick gasps as he watches chris fall to the ground, his lip and nose already bleeding red. matt comes up to the guy, standing between his brother and the infuriated man in front of him, "hey, hey, let's calm down, yeah? this was a misunderstanding."

"misunderstanding? no, i don't think it is. i know what i said, and i'm not gonna take it back. who even are you, you look like a fuckin' mamas boy."

matt inhales sharply, looking back up at the man before he begins to speak again, "listen, we don't want this to get any more violent than it's already become. let's just talk about it?"

the taller man laughs, wiping his bloodied nose with the back of his hand as he looks down at matt, "nah, you're little boyfriend over there can speak for himself. wait, he can't, can he? pussy ass bitch."

chris groans as he stands to his feet, nick hurrying to grab him before he does anything worse and possibly get sent to the hospital.

matt only sighs, his skin starting to crawl slightly at the man's words, "we're not doing this, sir. my brother didn't mean anything, and we're sorry, okay? let's just leave it at that."

he feels himself get pushed back, and only then does he look up at the brown-eyed boy.

"matt, let's go." nick calls from behind him, eyes moving to the beaten-up guy in front of his two brothers, "we're leaving, it's over now!" he yells to the guy, dragging chris by his shoulders in the opposite direction.

chris struggles against his older brothers grip, and when he digs his nails into nicks skin, he finally lets go. matt is pushed out of the way as chris lunges toward the man.

his hands go for his neck, squeezing tightly as they both stumble to the ground. chris' fall is shielded by the body under him, but the older man's fall isn't. chris doesn't hear the crack as they fall to the floor, his head pounding so loudly he can barely even hear his brothers screaming at him to stop.

but he doesn't, tears brimming in his eyes as he remembers the look on his best friends face as she showed him. chris never wanted madi to feel that way ever again, and he was gonna make sure she never did.

"chris, get the fuck off of him!" matt almost screams, his voice low as to not alert anybody around the area.

nick stands there in shock, the empty parking lot now feeling much bigger than it was. he felt like if he ran he would never be able to escape.

chris sobs as matt drags his weak body off the unconscious guy, holding his brother in his arms as they fall to the floor softly. matts grip is tight on his younger brothers waist as he holds him close, his eyes wide in fear as he watches blood pool around the blonds head.

"fuck. i'm sorry, matt," chris doesn't know what else to say, he doesn't even know why he's apologizing to his brother, "'m sorry, i—i didn't mean to.."

matt drowns out the sound of nick gagging behind him as he tries to reassure the brunette in his arms, shushing his softly as he looks around for any passerby who maybe saw what happened.

nick is hunched over, his back facing both of his brothers as he throws up. this wasn't the type of night he was expecting, and it sure as hell was the one he's experienced, "oh my god, chris."

"did you fucking kill him..?" nick gags again at the thought, not even being able to turn around to look at the body.

"chris." the brunette jumps at the sudden voice, his eyes snapping towards his brother as he finally comes back to reality, "were you listening? i said that—"

"yeah, yeah. i was... listening." chris smiles sweetly before jumping off the bed and going to leave, "thanks, nick. seriously."

the taller boy smiles, and chris gives him an awkward wave before closing the door and making his way down the stairs.

his fingers run across the handrail as he descends down the stairs, the smooth texture soothing him in the slightest but then being taken away as he turns the corner to the kitchen.

eating would get his mind off things. plus, he hasn't eaten since lunch yesterday, going straight to bed after he got home from y/ns house. he felt like he had the world in his hands and he didn't want anybody to ruin that, so he just slept.

sleeping always made him feel better, more energized, and somehow even happier. but when he woke up and had to face the real world, he just felt weaker, smaller. he felt like all eyes were on him and everybody around him was judging him.

as chris reaches for a cabinet, his phone buzzes in his back pocket. great, just what he needed. grabbing it, he unlocks it with his face and then swipes down for his notifications. his face lights up, and his lips curve into a smile as he sees y/ns username at the top.

he quickly taps on the text, holding the device with both hands as he leans against the corner of the counter, now too focused on his phone to even remember what he came in here to do.

chris' demeanor changes quickly at the new information that michael is y/ns ex-boyfriend. he hasn't let her go, and that was gonna be a huge obstacle in his plan.

he'd need to get rid of him, and he'd need to do it quickly. they always sooner than later, right? it's better to get the job done first than to set it aside and maybe even forget about the task.

chris also wasn't interested in seeing michaels comments on y/ns posts any longer. sure, this was the first time he's seen them, but the boy definitely wasn't gonna stop and chris never wanted to see that fucking profile picture again.

so, that's how he found himself running down the second flight of stairs and down the hallway to his room. he knew what he needed, he thought about this entire thing before he'd even met michael. he was planning on using this for jamie, but then he wouldn't be able to hear your beautiful voice for way longer.

michael was the perfect victim as well. he wasn't well known, and he sure as hell wasn't a likable person, so who would miss him or even notice his sudden disappearance? fuck, even chris wouldn't and he was gonna be the one doing the job.

the door to his room swung open, and chris immediately headed for his walk-in closet, shutting the door as to make sure no one would see him. he couldn't have his brothers knowing, they'd probably put him in a mental institution this time.

chris turned around, back facing the door as he moved his shirts, spreading them apart to reveal the small shelf behind the clothing articles. there was another black box, but this time it was wooden and a little bigger than the one he kept for y/n.

he wasn't careful when opening the box, throwing the lid behind him and hearing the small thud as it landed on the carpet. he reached into the box, pulling out a safety pin to unlock the doors. the last thing he pulled out was a lengthy knife, the handle fitting perfectly in his grip.

chris didn't know anything about actual murderers, but he definitely got a good knife to do the job. maybe he wouldn't even have to use it, he didn't really want to, either. he wanted his hands around that boys neck while he begged for chris to take mercy on him.

he wanted to see tears brimming in his eyes as the life was being squeezed out of him, slowly. chris knew that he wanted michael to have a slow death, a painful one, and suffocating was definitely up on his list.

before rearranging his closet again, chris placed the lid back on and grabbed his items. he took his backpack as well, storing the 2 small items in there along with some binders to cover them up. he was sure someone would recognize him out here, and he wasn't gonna risk anything.

he slipped on a dark grey hoodie along with a black jacket, finishing off the outfit with some black jeans and a pair of black air forces. it was a sketchy outfit, but who cared? chris was breaking into someone's house. he didn't need to be stylish right now.

all that was on his mind was michael and the many options of how he could do this. chris paced back and forth in the empty space of his room, rubbing his temples in an effort to soothe the growing headache that he was facing. his mind was screaming with every possible thought imaginable, some of them telling him to back out and others telling him to man up and stop being a pussy.

chris would hold off a little longer, though. it was still bright out and he wasn't gonna do this in the daylight, he wasn't that uneducated in things like this. he'd watched some serial killer documentaries, so he'd say he knew... stuff.

it was 2:55 when he stopped thinking about the entire thing, his head going elsewhere as hunger overcame him. now he remembered what he was in the kitchen for earlier, a snack.

as chris walks up the stairs, he sees matt leaning against the kitchen counter on his phone. there's a smirk on his face as he chuckles softly at whatever he was watching.

the microwave is on, the buzz being the only sound other than matts quiet breathing and chris' footsteps entering the kitchen. he's still dressed in his black outfit, and matt puts his phone to the side just to look his brother up and down.

"are you on your way to a funeral or..?" matt questioned with a smile on his face, cocking an eyebrow at chris as he finally stepped foot into the kitchen. the first thing he did was grab a pepsi, setting it on the dining table before leaning down to open the freezer.

"no, just decided to wear whatever i first saw. i'm going out with sam tonight, so i probably won't be back until late." chris hums as he pulls out a mini pizza before walking over to where matt is standing.

matt moves over slightly, looking up to check the timer on the microwave only to see it's been just a few seconds. he groans as his head turns back to chris, watching as he takes the frozen pizza out of the box and sets it on a metal pan.

he preheats the oven and then lets the pizza sit on the stove as he goes over to sit at the table. matt joins him soon after, deciding to chat with his brother to pass the time.

"where are you goin'?" the older brunette asks, picking at the hang nails that stood out on his fingers. he winced as he pulled one off, shaking his hand by his side in an effort to stop the pain.

chris looks over at his brother, emotion unreadable as he stares at his brother with nothing behind his eyes, "oh. we're gonna.. meet up with this guy. he says he's got somethin' to show us."

matt nods, confusion washing over him as he sees chris' dilated pupils. it couldn't be the lighting, they just replaced the bulbs and it wasn't even dark yet. what was he thinking about?

"cool...? just be safe, i don't want anything bad happening to you." matt huffs, patting his brothers shoulder before getting up to check on his food.

chris turns in his seat, watching as matt stops the microwave and takes out his bowl of ramen, "i'm always safe, don't worry about me, matt. we're the same age, and you treat me like a baby."

matt raises both of his eyebrows in an exasperated manner, grabbing a fork out of a cabinet as he blows on the steaming bowl, "yeah, i wonder why."

chris laughs, "fuck off, matt." his brother chuckles as he walks past chris and back up the stairs to his room, leaving chris alone with his thoughts. again.

the brunette made a quiet beat on the table, tapping it and nodding his head as he recreated the beat to one of his favorite songs. once the oven beeped, chris got up and placed the metal tray into the oven and set a timer.

chris went to sit back down, stopping when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket again. this time, it wasn't a text from y/n, but a dm from her ex. michael.

theyenvy.michael — the fuck is you trying to steal my girl for?

you — im not? y/n is just my friend, kid. also aren't u her ex? ong ur trying too hard

theyenvy.michael — nah, she's my bitch fr. stay tf away from her, aight?

you — right. bcuz she's totally okay with u calling her a bitch. get tf off my dick....

you — she fr dodged a bullet when breaking up w you. ur profile is not it.

theyenvy.michael — ur not bouta dodge my bullet👎 watch out bro

chris scoffed, cracking open the lid of his pepsi as he took a sip. who did this kid think he was? chris wasn't scared of him. if anything, michael should be afraid. he should be terrified of what's about to happen tonight.

but he's not gonna be because he's not gonna know. chris loved taking people by surprise, jumping out at the perfect moment, and having a good laugh about it. only tonight, chris would be the only one laughing. chris would be the only one still alive to laugh.

the brunette glanced at the time again, 3:20. he didn't want to wait but he had to, nobody could see him. if anybody did, he would be the main suspect in the murder. chris couldn't even have a single thing that would point at him. chris couldn't even have y/—

"chris!" nick's voice breaks chris out of his trance, his head snapping towards the staircase that nick basically flies down, "oh my gosh, you're never gonna believe me!"

the brunettes eyes widen in terror, his mind racing with endless ideas as he looks to his brother for answers, the same expression on his face, "what? nick, what happened?!"

nick squealed, gripping onto chris' shoulders as he shook him violently, "there's a track on y/ns new album featuring melanie!"

chris' face drops, and he almost shoves his brother to the floor as he stands to his feet, "you are by far the worst person to announce news ever." he scowls, turning around to check on his mini pizza.

"come on, it's huge news! i seriously didn't know that y/n and melanie knew each other and oh my gosh! the song title just makes me even more excited—" nick trails off as he stares at chris, who is taking the metal tray out of the oven and placing it on the stove.

"and you're not listening." nick frowns, and chris parts his lips to speak.

"oh, no, i am. i just don't find this topic interesting, seeing as you're the only person in this house who cares about melanie martinez." chris shrugs, and nick raises an eyebrow at the boy as he leans against the dining table.

"what's up your your ass? you were just all happy-go-lucky, and now you're acting like a dick. did someone say something or...?" nick asks, head tilting in confusion as he watches chris transfer his pizza to a paper plate.

the younger brunette sighs, letting his shoulders relax as he shuts his eyes softly, "sorry. i'm just stressed, there's a bunch of things on my mind right now."

"like what?" nick pushes quietly, taking chris' previous seat the table.

chris stays silent, eyes opening again as he holds his breath. once his face begins to turn red, he speaks, "uh, work. social media, stuff like that."

nick sighs, nodding, "we can always take a break, you know?"

a break, seriously? chris thinks to himself. how could chris ever catch a break and let himself relax while all this was happening around him? he had to keep y/n safe, he had to get rid of anything and anyone who bothered her, and he had to film videos with his brothers. he just couldn't find time to let himself rest.

"i can't." he finally mutters, staring down at the marble counter as his fingers tap against it. he hears nick get up behind him.

then, he feels a hand on his shoulder, "you can, chris. just take things slow, focus on yourself for a little while. i promise you'll feel better." his voice is soft, calming, reassuring.

but chris doesn't know if he can trust that little change of tone. it wasn't that easy to just let everything go, not for him at least.

he couldn't even let a simple comment go past him. chris just always needed to do something about it and he hated it. he hated that he was like this. why was he like this?

chris didn't even know he crying until nick started to pat his back, muttering, "it's okay, i got you. let it out."

what was happening to him?

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matthew.sturniolo kids off his meds

-> christophersturniolo kid is alive

y/nwhosthat u said u were going to sleep, ur really breaking my heart christopher💔

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-> trevssturn these secret relationship rumors are starting to become a lil believable...

-> matthewslovee babe the rumors are based off one post😭 let's settle down

nicolassturniolo oh brother what's he on about now

-> christophersturniolo shhh im plotting👀

xx4mygf notice how the only comment he hasn't replied to is y/ns

theyenvy.michael im ong coming for you lil boy

-> christophersturniolo stop meat riding bru

8:45, chris stood on the sidewalk across from michaels house. he turned his head down, looking at the picture he had screenshotted of a car, michaels car in his driveway.

he found it when scrolling deeper, almost throwing up at all the horrific things he found on the page. he was surprised nobody had reported him yet, he was sick. michael had also been stupid enough to take a picture of himself right in front of the 4 numbers on his house.

as for the street, well chris didn't need to search much for that either. again, michael led him right to it, posting a video of himself walking down the sidewalk with his friends as they laughed about something stupid.

chris was waiting here for a few minutes, pacing up and down the sidewalk so as not to seem suspicious and get caught by michaels neighbors. he didn't want to get asked any questions today, especially not when he was right in front of his first victims house.

as he started to get impatient, chris looked around before running across the street and quickly jumping the fence. he landed on his feet perfectly and quietly snuck to the back door of the house, looking around the house through the sliding glass door.

sliding his backpack off his shoulders, he kneeled in front of the lock, grabbing the safety pin before sticking it into the key-hole and twisting it around. he took his bottom lip between his teeth in concentration as he continued to try and pick at the lock, smiling when he heard the click.

as he stood up, throwing the safety pin somewhere behind him in the grass and throwing his backpack on his shoulders again, he slid the door open carefully. he listened to the soft sounds of the neighborhood, trying to pick up any sound of talking or footsteps coming closer.

when he didn't, he threw the door open and stepped in before shutting the door again. his fingertips slid across the dusty frame of the door carelessly before he shut it again and traveled deeper into the house.

his eyes landed on the freezer first before roaming all around the kitchen. it was trashed, like nobody had lived here in ages and rats had taken over, but there were none, only open chip bags and splatters of unknown sauce. crumbs adorned the floor, crunching under chris' feet as he took steps toward the fridge.

what's the harm in getting a little snack? he was hungry due to walking here all the way from his house, and michael wouldn't mind. he would he gone, so who would care?

chris grabbed an orange popsicle from the freezer before closing it and making his way to the living room. he took a seat at the couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table as he licked at the frozen treat.

when the brunette had finished it, he threw the damp stick into the garbage by the entertainment center before walking to the window at the front of the house. he kneeled in front of his, elbows resting on the windowsill as he waited for michael.

as he waited, his backpack suddenly felt heavier on his shoulders, the feeling of guilt and regret starting to wear on him. was he seriously gonna do this? it wasn't like he didn't want to. it was just that... he didn't even know, honestly.

he knew he was doing it for him and y/ns relationship, so they could live happily with no distractions or obstacles. but, then again, they would still have to face arguments, the publics opinion, and the many rumors that would start to spread. that's why, when chris finally gets you, you'll both flee the city and live somewhere together. alone where nobody could find you guys.

sure, chris would have to explain why, but it didn't matter. if you really loved him, you wouldn't care the things he's done to get there. or maybe you will. maybe you'll hate him and turn him into the cops. if that's the case, then chris might just have to get rid of—

"hey!" chris jumped at the muffled sound of a mans voice, and he turned his head to look in the direction of it, "come on, oscar."

it was michael, tugging roughly on the leash of his dog so as to get him to follow michael. the dog did follow him, his head hung low as his paws patted the concrete below them with quiet thuds.

chris just wanted to rush him right now, but he couldn't. he had to wait until he was inside, catch him off guard in the safety of his own home where he thought everything was normal. he would take care of the dog later in a... better way than what he'd do with his owner.

he jumped back as he heard the brown-eyed boys' footsteps, leaving the windowsill as he made his way further into the house. he hid in a closet down the hallway, shutting the door with a quiet thud as he stayed as still as he possibly could.

the door opened, and chris heard the click of the leash being undone, followed by the footsteps of both michael and oscar. chris watched through the blinds of the closet as michael put his dog into the metal kennel before shrugging his own backpack off and placing it on top of the kennel.

he walked down the hallway, and chris swore he felt michaels eyes staring right into his. he shuddered at the feeling, tensing up when michael neared and round the corner to his room.

chris heard a door open, and then rummaging. the brunette quickly jumped out of the closet and turned the corner, walking into michaels room and seeing his back turned as he faced his own closet. chris' eyes flickered between his bathroom and michael before he stepped closer.

when michael began to turn, chris threw his backpack off and grabbed the black-haired boy by the hood of his jacket, tugging him backward and hearing him gag.

"what the f—" chris quickly shut him up by throwing him against his wall harshly, hearing michael gasp as the wind was knocked out of him.

his eyes widened as chris stomped toward him, his hands going straight for the neck as he began to squeeze. the brunette felt another cold pair of hands on his as he stared michael in the eyes, his brown ones wide and filled with terror as he recognized chris.

chris' just stared, a smile creeping onto his face as he pressed michael harder against the wall. the shorter boy strained against him, choked noises falling from his lips with the little air he had.

"help—" a strangled cry left him, eyes brimming with tears as his vision became blurry. chris noticed, and he almost felt guilty. almost, "plea—sorry! i.."

this wasn't enough for chris. sure, michael would die in his hands, slowly and painfully, but chris wanted him to really feel it. when michaels eyes started to flutter shut, chris let go of him, letting the boy stumble to the ground.

the brown-eyed boy gasped for air, grasping his neck softly and rubbing the area where chris had squeezed. there was anger slowly creeping into him, the fear now long gone as his eyes darted around the messy room.

michael began to crawl, and chris let him. the brunette didn't let the boy go far, grabbing him by the hair and dragging him toward the hallway. michael kicked his feet, grunting but not even trying to yell. he was still confident he could win the fight, and chris gave him credit for that.

"let me go you fuckin' freak!" he struggled, and chris just ignored him as he continued to drag him down the hallway and to the bathroom, "bark, you useless piece of shit!" michael yelled at his dog, and oscar only looked at him sadly.

chris kicked the boy in the back, making him cry out before throwing him further into the small bathroom. the brunette shut the door, locking it before turning around to grab michael again.

he grabbed him by his hair again before throwing him against the wall just for the fun of it, smiling as he saw the hurt look on the shorter boys face. chris stepped further into the bathroom, leaning over the tub as he went to turn the water on. he reached his hand in, plugging the drain and watching as the water began to fill up.

michaels eyes widened in terror, his hopes going down as he watched chris turn back to him. more tears fell from his eyes as his body began to tremble. he felt pain everywhere, and he couldn't even move an inch without feeling a sharp sting. chris squatted in front of the boy, tilting his head as his hoodie fell off his head.

"where did that tough boy on the internet go, huh? or are you seriously just a poser." chris scoffed, taunting the boy with a sadistic smile on his face. when michael didn't answer, chris began to yell, "answer me!"

michael winced, sniffling as he listened to the water in the tub, "i don't have to answer to you, asshole. you're not gonna fuckin' do anything. you're scared."

chris raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly as he moved closer. he watched as michael flinched, and only then did a pang of guilt hit him. his smile dropped, and he just stared michael in the eyes. his gaze was dark, full of anger, guilt, sadness, and so many more emotions he couldn't even comprehend.

"i'm not scared, michael. you're shaking, look at you. you should be absolutely terrified of what's to come. nobody will notice you're gone because you're a fucking maniac that nobody loves. not even y/n still loves you, kid, you're trying too hard." chris masks his feelings with a smile, patting michaels cheek in a teasing manner before standing up to check on the tub again.

he turns the handle, stopping the water from flowing out before his turns back to the brown-eyed boy on the floor, "never said i was a nice guy, did i?" chris laughs at the scared expression on his face, walking over to him and watching as he tries to crawl away.

chris only grabs him by the hair again, dragging him harshly toward the tub as he hears michael scream and cry for mercy, begging chris to let him go. chris ignores him, resting his free hand on the edge of the tub as he drags michael toward him.

his knees are on the tiled floors, and chris gives him a soft wave before dunking his head into the cold water and watching as bubbles erupt from the boys nose and up to the surface. chris only watches with a blank expression, his stomach twisting as he feels the shorter boys hands trying to push him away but slipping and falling to his sides.

chris holds his ground, his grip on michaels hair tight as he pushes him deeper. his entire upper half is almost over the edge now, and chris doesn't realize until he feels water splash onto his cheek. his eyes move to michaels arms, flailing in the water and making a mess of the bathroom. his head turns to look at the bathroom door, taking deep breaths as he feels tears prick in his eyes.

he chokes on his spit, eyes closing as he tries to drown out the noises of splashing water and endless gurgling. chris' knuckles turn white as he grips tighter on both the tub and michaels black hair, finally starting to sniffle as tears begin to run down his face. he didn't know what he was doing, but there was no going back now. chris couldn't let michael go because if he did, the boy would only go to the cops and snitch on him. chris was past the point of no return, so he just let the whole thing happen.

the brunette begins to sob as the sounds of splashing die down, his grip on michaels hair finally loosening as he lets his entire body fall into the tub full of water. chris holds his face in his hands as he stays in a squat, his left hand soaking half of his face.

"shit, shit, shit. god, you're such an idiot, chris!" he scolds himself quietly, wiping his tears before he gets to his feet and takes even deeper breaths.

he's still not put together fully, but he pushes through it, looking back to michaels lifeless body before he leans over and grabs his hand. his fingers are still adorned with rings, and chris just takes the first one he sees and stuffs it into the back pocket of his jeans. chris quickly unlocks the door before walking back to the bedroom, taking careful steps as he looks around for his backpack.

when he spots it, he throws it over his shoulder, slipping into the straps hurriedly before leaving the room and walking down the hallway towards the kitchen. he takes the leash off the top of oscars kennel before he unlocks the metal crate, letting the dog out.

"hey, buddy," chris coos, petting his head softly as he sniffles once again, "i'm gonna find a better home for you, i promise. i'm so sorry."

oscar only whines, and chris just latches the leash onto his collar before guiding him through the living room. he takes another long look around, a millions feelings eating him up inside all at once. he doesn't feel regret... he doesn't even know what he feels.

chris freezes when he finally hears it. sirens. sirens coming closer and closer to the house that he stood in, "fuck. fuck, fuck, what—"

the brunette looks around, turning back quickly before sprinting through the kitchen and darting towards the backdoor. chris throws the door open, not even caring about the loud banging sound as he runs out of the house, the leash tightly wrapped around his hand.

"come on, boy!" chris yells as quietly as he can, and oscar continues to gallop behind him. he continues to make his way through the backyard, trying not to focus on the sirens that grow increasingly louder. how hasn't he realized the silent alarm? he was too caught up in his plan to see the red alarm above the backdoor.

chris opens the metal gate, running down the back alleyway and deeper into the neighborhood, not stopping even when he crosses the road. he loosens his grip on the leash as he makes it far enough from the house, hunching over as he tries to catch his breath.

he turns to check on oscar, giving him a few gentle pets before he reaches into the back pocket of his jeans. his hands find the small ring, and he pulls it out with a smile.

this ring would be on your finger someday, and chris wouldn't feel even a small amount of guilt for what he had done. he hoped you wouldn't resent him for it, either. that would just mess the entire thing up, and he didn't want to hurt you.

but for now, he'd just have to live with the memory.

"you could be my wife."

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ddarker-dreams · 9 months ago

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mini love report — chrollo lucilfer

relationship health diagnosis — 70%*

symptom one — perceptive

this man is an information sponge. he notices everything. as a thief, he's accustomed to canvassing his surroundings. he'll have memorized the layout of your home by the second visit. it isn't for any nefarious purpose (probably), he's just always taking in information and cataloging it.

naturally, this sagacity extends to you. the normal cadence of your voice, mannerisms, favored words, and expressions; he'll know if something's bothering you before you realize it yourself. he isn't above using this knowledge of you for his own purposes. he'll gauge your body language and shift his approach to contentious topics. this is a lifelong habit of his that's difficult to break.

chrollo knows what people want to hear and he's used to utilizing that advantage. however, if you point this out, he'll try curbing the behavior. especially if you stress that it's his actual opinion you want to hear, not specially curated platitudes. he finds your desire for a candid approach almost... impressive? you'd rather disagree with his unfiltered thoughts than gloss over anything touchy. it bolsters his respect for you.

symptom two — enigmatic

there's a noticeable difference in what you know about each another. he knows the names of your co-workers, friends, and family members, as well as your hometown, job or school, etc... you can't say the same regarding him. he keeps his origins ambiguous. the way he frames his upbringing makes you feel guilty should you go prying. chrollo will tell you that he's an orphan who had a rough, destitute childhood, but that's about it. he could easily make up a story, but he doesn't like lying to you. he doesn't want the version of him that you love to be a false construct.

yes, there's the technicality of lying by omission. he doesn't get caught up on that detail.

symptom three — a lil lame

interestingly enough, the suave part of his brain starts acting up when he's known you long enough. this isn't to say that he loses his charm, but it stops being his go-to. now he just nerds out (he prefers the term 'discusses') whatever's caught his attention. there's this gleam in his eyes as he tells you about the history of a painting or antique, a childlike awe. he isn't elaborating to impress you with his knowledge, rather, he enjoys sharing his interests. especially since you care, you aren't just humoring him.

chrollo's emotions come out naturally when he's near you. it's subtle — a twitch of his eye if someone cuts you off, a light blush should you murmur his name while asleep. these simple forms of self-expression are foreign to him. he's used to playing roles, not the aftermath once the stage's curtains close. his corporeal form was all the evidence he had that he existed. lacking a sense of self invokes this numb, hollow feeling. you're his new, favorite proof that he's alive. his world's brighter with you in it.

primary area of concern

objectively speaking, chrollo's an ideal lover. he respects, cherishes, and admires you, altercations are rare. should disagreements occur, he never raises his voice or displays aggression. he'll hear you out and apologize should he feel he's in the wrong. he takes you out on dates, stares at you as if you were divinity incarnate whether you're wearing pajamas or a formal outfit. he's whipped and you both know it.

it's his immortality that keeps his score from being higher. he wouldn't ever hurt you, but his compassion for others is nonexistent. this unsightly side of him is hidden from your sight. at the end of the day, he's a murderer who experiences zero remorse for the pain he's inflicted upon others. he leads a double life. you won't ever completely know him.

selfishly, he doesn't want you to.

prognosis

everything hinges on chrollo preventing you from finding out about his illicit activities. luckily for him, subterfuge is his second nature. he rarely stresses about it. he has the manpower and resources necessary to make just about anything happen. if you're a civilian, the chances you'll uncover his identity on your own are next to nonexistent.

your future together is a priority to him — he doesn't take commitment lightly. you're likely the first person he's fallen in love with. if you'd have him, he'd want nothing more than to be your lifelong partner. marriage is a tradition he's never given much credence to. although, after meeting you, he understands the appeal. now it's a matter of finding a ring that matches your radiance...

*the universe has tried (and failed) to wrench you apart (0-20) your friends are praying that you'll break up (21-40) 'well it could/has be worse' bargaining mindset (41-60) a lil messiness as a treat (61-80) pure and wholesome (81-100)

#chrollo x reader #hxh x reader #chrollo brainrot #mini love reports #valentines 2024 event

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monocaelia · 1 year ago

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atlas.

- he could only hold the world for so long, it was about time his body caved in ; aka, the two times you're reminded of his humanity. feat. gojo satoru & gn!reader genre : hurt/comfort , happy ending w.c. : 1.8k

warnings: spoilers for jjk s2 ep5 note : i hate goe joe satoru.

gojo satoru.

you didn't even need to see him to know who he is; he is the revered member of the gojo clan blessed enough to be born with both the six eyes and the infinity cursed technique and is a one in a lifetime miracle.

from the beginning of his life, gojo had been the strongest sorcerer in existence. with both blessed techniques at his will, he was near unstoppable and was worthy of shouldering the problems of jujustu society from a young age, as decided by the gojo clan.

and, for someone as blessed and impenetrable as he is, gojo had never felt the emotional strife of losing someone dear to him.

there are two times that you recall ever witnessing gojo satoru lose his composure, where you have seen the blessed one who holds the power of the gods in the palm of his hands and is always one step ahead of everyone else fall to his knees as the weight of the world finally takes its toll on his poor soul.

the first time was when getou suguru had betrayed jujutsu tech. you weren't sure of the details; you were in the middle of a mission and had returned to the news of your classmate and friend becoming a wanted criminal.

honestly, hearing it firsthand did not feel real to you. getou suguru was someone you had always admired. he was someone who not only had a powerful cursed technique, but was also a skilled fighter and knew how to use his technique to the fullest despite coming from a normal family rather than one of the prestigious families that were well-known in jujustu society.

you had shared smiles with him, stories of the crazy memories made while exorcising curses and the near-death experiences shared while on missions together.

and you knew gojo and getou were near inseparable during their time at jujutsu tech; you couldn't imagine the pain gojo was going through with the news of his one and only becoming a murderer wanted in all of jujutsu society.

you find gojo satoru alone in getou's old dorm room. it's empty; the once neat, but lived in dorm now completely void of any evidence of being lived in with the exception of a framed picture of your class left on the nightstand.

getou and gojo tower over you and ieri, but it's all smiles from the four of you. because of the small frame and the number of people in the photo, you're all squished together. though, it's not like any of you minded.

a perfect picture of youth; the most beautiful moment in life.

the frame is held in gojo's hand as he sits on getou's dorm bed. you can see his fingers clench the frame as frustration settles into his bones, before he relaxes once more.

"it's not your fault, you know," you say gently, breaking the silence and hopefully through the roaring storm that you know is brewing within gojo's head. you step into the room and join gojo on the bed; he doesn't move and he doesn't face you.

"no one saw it coming." you try to reassure him, but you know any attempts at this point are futile. gojo does not respond, a flood of memories flying by crystalline eyes as he tries to figure out when it went so wrong.

the silence is permeable as reality settles into gojo. his lips part, a shaky breath, and he's speaking again.

"i should've seen it coming," he whispers. there's a clear anger in his voice, though you know full well exactly who it's directed at. "i was his friend and i didn't even realize he was hurting alone." His voice cracks.

"i didn't even do anything to save him."

it is then that you begin to see gojo as who he is. he isn't an untouchable god who feared nothing, who had enemies that couldn't even lift a finger to hurt him if they even dared. this gojo beside you isn't an omnipotent god, he's just a kid like you; he's human. he's vulnerable, even if the elders believe otherwise, for his friends are his one and only achilles' heel and the key to his humanity.

not quite knowing the words to comfort him, you reach over to hold his hand. it isn't much, but you know firsthand that just having someone beside you to help support your pain is better than shouldering everything alone.

the tight squeeze of your hand and the quite sniffles beside you are all you need as a reminder that gojo satoru is not a god; he is only gojo satoru.

the second time gojo felt genuine fear was when he nearly lost you.

as a result of a curse that was underestimated for second-class sorcerors to take, you had become collateral for a simple mistake from the higher ups. of course, mistakes could just be that, but everyone knows better.

this was set up so they could easily dispose of you and rule your death as a mere 'accident.' the higher ups needed you gone as the deemed your existence a hinderance to gojo's full potential, a dam in the middle of the river.

lucky for you, you made quick work of the curse before collapsing with the only words you heard being a shout of your name.

the bright lights of the jujutsu high infirmary are the first thing you see when your eyes slowly flutter open. your vision is blurry and the world is still spinning as you regain consciousness. with hesitance, you slowly sit up despite your body aching and telling you to lay back down.

it is only when a firm hand presses against your chest and pushes you down do you actually do so.

crystalline blue meets your gaze. they're playful and full of youth, a pair of blue eyes that you're most familiar with. but theres a shadow of solemnity behind those bright irises and you know exactly why.

"about time you woke up," gojo speaks up, ruffling your hair with his hand. they're roughened from years of training and fighting, but there are no other blemishes that stain the purity of his hands. "i thought you finally had enough of me and decided to kick the bucket, dear." there's a light, jesting tone to his voice as he speaks. he's laughing, though you can see the redness underneath his eyes as he brushes off your near death experience as a joke.

"and leave you alone to torment the students? as if," you jab back with a smile of your own. "i wouldn't ever want to wish that on your students. fushiguro would drag me back from the dead if i left him alone with you."

gojo's bottom lip juts out and his brows furrow in a pout as you say this and you can't help but laugh a little on your own.

"but i know you'll miss me, so i won't die just yet," you reassure your white haired companion. your hand reaches over to hold his own and gives it a gentle squeeze, a reminder that you're alive and still breathing beside him as your pulse and your warmth bleed onto his own.

his hand squeezes yours tightly, as he did years ago, and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth as he bites down onto the plush skin. his eyes aren't focused on you anymore and instead focus on anywhere but you as the reality of the situation settles into his bones.

"promise?" gojo asks, his voice a mere whisper.

he already lost one of his closest friends years ago and you witnessed that heartbreak with your own eyes as you had comforted gojo when he needed it most. you couldn't imagine how his fragile heart would break again if he had lost you just now.

despite being the strongest, you know that not being able to fully protect the ones he held close was one of gojo's biggest weaknesses as much as he tried to hide it.

but you know that you couldn't give him any empty promises knowing the work you're doing. it would only give him false hope and the both of you know that better than anyone else.

you don't answer him and instead pull his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss onto his skin. with a gentle tug, the hand held by gojo is pulled into his chest as he cradles your palm. his fingers intertwine with yours and your heart swells at the small action.

it is then that you meet crystalline blue once more, though this time they are unwavering as they firmly stand their ground against the hands of fate that, at any moment, could cruelly tear the two of you apart.

"don't leave me," gojo begs. "you can't leave me until the world has turned for the better, for us and for the youth of jujutsu society. i'll make it happen so..."

the once invincible sorcerer brings your hand up to his lips and he presses a kiss along your knuckles, reciprocating the act you did before.

"please, don't leave me."

gojo leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. it's soft and hesitant, but you know at this point his fear of your life nearly slipping through his fingers has caught up to him. he pulls away, only to lean down again to kiss you.

your heart flutters feeling his lips kiss yours and you can tell from the way his lips barely ghost of yours that gojo is scared you'll disappear from him if he moves the wrong way. like a warm wave easing the worries that burrow into his entire being, your hand that's free from the one held in gojo's reaches up to cup his face. your thumb caresses his cheek and bring him closer to you, reassuring him that you won't slip away from him should he kiss you too hard.

gojo pulls away from the kiss with cheeks warm and his eyes, now a calming blue that held the stars you love so much, glint with satisfaction and relief.

though, the sweet and tender moment shared between lovers is ruined the moment gojo opens his mouth again.

"don't break my promise, okay? i don't care if you die, i'll die with you and haunt you forever as punishment for dying first, okay?" your white haired boyfriend urges as he leans his forehead against you, blue now an annoyance to you as he forces you to make eye contact with him.

your hand pushes his face away with a snort, ignoring his whining complaints as you do so.

though, it's not like you would ever willingly die first. you couldn't leave gojo satoru alone, your soul couldn't bear the burden of knowing you would shatter the glass that makes gojo's heart.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #satoru gojo x reader #didi writes #this got more serious than intended but wtv LOL #this is how i cope with hs gojo arc being animated #i hate stsg so much.#makes my stsg plushies kiss and make up #yes ik there's another time where gojo loses his resolve #but that's for manga readers to know only

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too-antigonish · 4 months ago

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The Great S7 Rewrite: 7 July 2024 Update...

Posted this yesterday as a reblog update to the Great S7 Rewrite but now posting separately...

Here's a summary of where we are in the Great S7 Rewrite and some ideas moving forward:

Bone of Contention #1: Opera Rules

@astridcontramundum is in favor of keeping Opera Rules (voiceovers, framing scenes, etc.) as well as featuring more of the bespoke opera written for S7. I love her suggestion that Morse and Violetta have their own leitmotif!

@oeuvrinarydurian suggested the possibility of leaning into Opera Rules—going a little crazy with tropes and techniques and being fanciful.

I *love* the idea of leaning into Opera Rules and it’s actually what I’ve thought R.L. should have done all along. Now though, when I think of doing it within the context of the existing storylines we’re working with, I run into difficulties imagining it. The stories don’t fit into a “playful” world. That may simply be my own limitations. I’d love to see it done somewhere, sometime—especially somewhat whimsically and especially in the Morse universe.

One possibility I’ve considered is still having Opera Rules (voiceovers, framing scenes, etc. as well as opera tropes and themes), but actually taking them seriously instead of making them OTT. I’m heavily paraphrasing, but Astrid, in one of her stories has Bix say something like, “Real life isn’t like one of your operas,” to Morse. And it’s always struck me that for Morse, his real life *is* like one of his operas. His childhood? Being essentially orphaned. Evil stepmothers. Oxford? Almost marrying the princess so to speak. Being cast aside and cast out. What he sees at his job? Murder. Betrayal. Greed. Jealousy. Grief.

Basically, instead of making Morse’s life suddenly work according to Opera Rules, you could show how Morse has been living an opera all along by suddenly making all of the parallels visible.

Another thought that builds on Astrid’s idea about both Opera Rules and her later thoughts on the Towpath Case is to center the story on the opera that Morse attends at the beginning, "La Sposa del Demonio" (or "La Cura Per L'amore"). What if the story of that opera is reflected in the story arc of the Morse, Ludo, Violetta—whatever that ends up being?

Bone of Contention #2: Ludo and Violetta?

Astrid likes the idea of having Violetta genuinely in love with Morse.

@librawritesstuff brings up Violetta as “Unattainable Fantasy Woman” and points out that part of Morse’s attraction to her can be explained by the fact that by the end of S6, he’s been screwed over in just about every way possible. He’s ready to just say fuck it and go after something just because it’s there and he wants it for a change.

She then points out that the bigger problem with Ludo and Violetta lies in the implausibility of their storyline. What was the plan with Morse? Was there a plan? What’s the deal with the “pet policeman”?

Durian: Hates Ludo and Violetta as characters, but her big issue is with lack of logic in the whole opera storyline and too many implausibilities. Did Morse and Violetta meet at the opera by chance or design? Did Ludo know about them the whole time? What was the “pet policeman” about? Was Violetta actually involved in the nuts and bolts of engineering the accidents?

@fanficrocks Looks at making Morse’s relationship with Ludo more believable: less OTT as a character, maybe journalist friend of Dorothea, this gives a believable reason for him to be in all of the towns where the accidents happen and believable way for Morse to trace the accidents to him. Suggests possibly lose “pet policeman” concept and just have Ludo and Morse friendship poisoned by affair

Astrid again: Loves idea of Ludo as journalist; She notes with Violetta: Morse attaching to her out of recklessness seems reasonable but they didn’t make her attachment to him believable in any way. Also, while there was a reconciliation at the end of S6, Morse would have still been carrying resentment about having been pushed aside

I love the idea of Ludo as a journalist. I’m also intrigued by the possibility that he could be a music journalist. This would provide a plausible explanation for so many things—Dorothea introducing him to Morse, Morse actually wanting to become friends, his frequent travels, etc.

It also gives me an idea re: the big opera La Sposa. What if it were a newly discovered opera? Morse goes to Venice for the premier. Ludo is there covering the premier but for some reason does not attend with Violetta. The plot of this opera could somehow also form a backdrop for the overall Morse, Ludo, Violetta story arc (story within a story).

I completely agree with Libra about the “Unattainable Fantasy Woman” thing for the initial two week affair. Where that starts to break down for me is with the extended affair and her cooking meals for them in their love nest at Beirut dancer’s apartment. There just seems to be no basis for their connection besides sex. Certainly not enough that he would be expecting her to leave Ludo and start a life together.

If we keep Ludo and Violetta as characters, which seems to be the way things are leaning, I do think they both more or less need personality transplants to justify Morse’s continued interest in them. I’m also with Astrid on having Violetta genuinely in love with Morse. I think they left it ambiguous in the show because they were playing on the whole idea of “If it's beautiful, does it matter if it’s real?” (“treason of images” ) thing, but it never really worked.

As for the overall implausibility of overall opera storyline: Yes!!!! It’s a mess. Every point raised by Libra and Durian is valid. Whatever happens with the storyline, those holes need fixing!

Bone of Contention #3: Towpath Storyline

Astrid: Universe within universe for towpath killings. Make it opera related. Gives more scope for Thursday/Morse conflict. Deranged fan? Thwarted performer? Also, while there was a reconciliation at the end of S6, Morse would have still been carrying resentment about having been pushed aside.

Durian: Eliminate clutter in Towpath mystery: get down to “is it or is it not Carl?” Leaves room to carefully craft the conflict between Morse and Thursday

I definitely agree that the clutter in the Towpath mystery needs to be eliminated. There was no clear throughline and the story pulled in too many directions. The specifics, though, depend on a lot of other decisions that need to be made first.

The conflict between Morse and Thursday definitely needs to be more carefully established. How do we get from the seeming reconciliation of Degüello to sniping at each other in Oracle? I completely agree with Astrid that Morse would have still been carrying resentment, but there needs to be something more to explain how it would erupt in such a public and painful manner.

Bone of Contention #4: The Episodic Storylines

Astrid: “I’d definitely keep those gay wrestlers! I might feature them more! They could be another nod to it all. Thursday said wrestling was a lot like opera. Heroes and Villains. Faces and Heels.”

I love this comment! And I loved the gay wrestlers. They were just so unexpected and their presence was so understated in a way that I found hilarious.

But it also gets at one of the themes of S7 that I did actually find interesting: How chance puts us on one side or the other, makes us winners or losers in the great game. Raga is the most blatant about it with politics, immigration, race, gambling, etc. but also with the Faces and the Heels in wrestling or the fate of the firstborn son vs. the second born.

Ludo sums it up—while also perhaps referring to his crimes—by saying to Morse, “Life, death, rich, poor. It's all a roll of the dice, Morse. There's no reason to any of it. You're not responsible. Some people are just unlucky.” It's eerily reminiscent of Charlie and Conrad Greel in Ride.

OK, I think that's it for now. Please let me know if I misrepresented your comments in any way or missed something that was said! I assure you it was accidental.

#itv endeavour #endeavour morse #shaun evans #the great s7 rewrite #endeavour: series 7 #endeavour: oracle #endeavour: raga #endeavour: zenana

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hayesflint · 22 days ago

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i love caught-in-the-rain-wet-cat man and his goober husband

sharing my thoughts under the cut for those of you who felt let down (spoilers for the last dance, obviously) (long)

a friend of mine, despite loving the movie, felt disappointed by how the movie handled venom and eddies relationship and lack of explicit queerness. and yet, upon discussing it with me, there is so much there. if you feel disappointment, please consider:

-the way they behaved with each other: constant contact intimacy, licking his face, fixing up his clothes, venom constantly fussing over Eddie, always talking and chatting in his head.

-wishing they had a slow, family life explicitly. "you'd make a good dad."

-eddie looking wistfully at a bride and groom

-venom admitting that to save eddies life in the first movie, he merged their souls. if that's not soulmates, idk what is. a soul bond so powerful that one of the most powerful beings in the universe desires it (in this version, we will just work with the movie lore for the purposes of this post, yeah?)

-the whole movie, their relationship was never in question. it was always framed as "you and me vs the world". the promise of the movie was 'eddie and venom want to get out of this situation to go and see a landmark together.' can you think of another movie of the same genre that has such a small, domestic character promise?

-speaking of genre, the fact we got an action movie so character relationship based around two characters is already groundbreaking. like, they weren't fighting to save the world, that was secondary. their primary goal was each other. they pushed the absolute boundaries of the genre all to favour telling a story about how much venom and Eddie mean to each other, not how heroic they would be if they saved the world.

like, the helicopter scene? so many unnecessary shots of just them making eye contact and crying because they start realizing that maybe it might not work out. they aren't grieving losing the battle or the fate of the world, venom knows he can fix that. that scene is them grieving the time they would lose with each other to do that.

-about the 'he is my best friend' line to leaf. in context, he was just about to reveal an alien to the boy who explicitly said he didn't want to meet one. i interpreted him saying 'he is my best friend' as a way to help the kid prepare and cope, keeping with the whole 'he is good with kids' thread that venom praised him for earlier. 'best friend' translates to 'not murderous like those other ones down there ok?' in context. if they were to make them explicit in the movies, that would not be a good scene to go it.

all of this was done in a action superhero movie. this was a relationship movie that wasn't between a hero and the girl he wants. a superhero movie without a prize love interest or even a love triangle for tension and conflict.

the last dance did so much, and even though we didn't get the last step of explicit queerness, we got everything else they needed to pull that off and they broke alot of genre tropes to do it

and i think we would all feel a bit better if we recognize that. (and my friend thought i should post this hahaha)

#venom the last dance #venom the last dance spoilers #venom 3 #venom 3 spoilers #symbrock #veddie #eddie x venom

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scary-grace · 3 days ago

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Enough to Go By (Chapter 20) - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

Your best friend vanished on the same night his family was murdered, and even though the world forgot about him, you never did. When a chance encounter brings you back into contact with Shimura Tenko, you'll do anything to make sure you don't lose him again. Keep his secrets? Sure. Aid the League of Villains? Of course. Sacrifice everything? You would - but as the battle between the League of Villains and hero society unfolds, it becomes clear that everything is far more than you or anyone else imagined it would be. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19

Chapter 20

Thanks to the alliance between the League of Villains and the Meta Liberation Army – or more accurately, the League’s hostile takeover of the Meta Liberation army – you’ve learned a lot more than you ever wanted to about the country’s largest gang of quirk supremacists. Their ideology is roughly as awful as you thought it was, and if your quirk hadn’t shown up, they’d be treating you like shit, regardless of what Tenko or the rest of the League had to say about it. Their members, at least in the upper echelons, are uniformly upper-class, and most of them are fourth- or fifth-generation quirk-users in addition to being second- or third-generation members of the organization. In spite of the terrible things the lieutenant you killed was saying to Spinner right before your bullets tore through his aortic arch, the MLA doesn’t appear to distinguish between quirks. If you have a quirk, you’re in the club.

That means you’re in, as much as you’d rather not be. You’re treated with deference you haven’t earned, and every person you encounter seems to be trying their damnedest to forgive you for killing one of their senior members and shooting their former leader a whopping nineteen times. You try to stay away from them as much as possible, but some of them are hard to avoid – like Re-Destro, who’s constantly hovering around Tomura and who seems to think that you and he are destined to get along.

So far, he’s interpreted the dislike you can barely hide as a protectiveness over Tomura, which is part of it. The rest is something simpler. When you faced him in Deika City, he made it clear that he wanted you dead whether you were part of the League or not; even if you hadn’t been, your quirklessness would have condemned you. You try not to hold grudges, but that’s not something you’ll ever forget.

The MLA has been holding off on the presentation of Tomura as the new Grand Commander until Tomura’s able to sit up without enough pain medication to sedate a horse running through his system. The day’s arrived – sooner than anyone expected, courtesy of your quirk. Re-Destro’s insisted on providing Tomura with appropriate clothes for such a momentous occasion, and he brought his personal tailor to make it happen. Tomura wouldn’t go unless you came with him, and Re-Destro decided that since he’s the only person in the equation who’s ever worn a suit, he needs to have an opinion on the matter. So you and Re-Destro are sitting off to one side of the room, watching as Tomura’s fitted for the first suit of his life.

He’s fidgeting, clearly uncomfortable with standing for so long, but you’re getting a little fixated on the suit itself. Even halfway fitted, it looks good on him. Really good. You’re always attracted to him, no matter what he’s wearing, but this is so outside your frame of reference for him that desire hits you like a punch in the stomach. It’s not a feeling you want to have while sitting next to Re-Destro, who’s staring just as avidly at Tomura for what you fervently hope is a very different reason.

It’s a relief when he turns his attention to you, but not much of one. You’ve got your veil on, and it’s opaque enough to hide the flush in your cheeks, but you have a hard time imagining that you aren’t radiating concentrated horniness that Skeptic’s satellites could pick up from orbit. With that in mind, maybe it’s a good thing that Re-Destro’s trying to talk to you. You could use a distraction. You pull your gaze away from Tomura with an effort and turn towards the man he deposed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. Say again?”

“It’s all right,” Re-Destro says. He probably thinks he sounds magnanimous. The word you’d use is condescending. “I was just asking how you’ve adjusted to the awakening of your meta ability.”

“I’ve – um, adjusted.” You really don’t want to talk about this. “Thank you for asking.”

That should be the end of it, in your opinion, but Re-Destro doesn’t let you off the hook. “Were you aware you had a latent meta ability?”

“No,” you say. “In my family, quirks are present at birth. They all had them, and I didn’t. That was it.”

The magnanimity fades. Now he looks like he’s thinking hard about something. “Was that not the answer you were hoping for?” you ask.

“It wasn’t.” Re-Destro earns the smallest sliver of your respect by owning up to it. “Quirk latency theory presents a problem for Liberation ideology. The place of the quirkless in a world based on Liberation ideology is clear and unambiguous. If quirk latency theory is correct, then a Liberated society becomes more difficult to implement.”

Liberation ideology is so antithetical to a society most people would want to live in that it would topple if you blew on it too hard. You engage in a maneuver that you’ve been using since you were quirkless and play dumb. “How so?”

“The average age of awakening is four years old. We’ll set that as the mean of our distribution,” Re-Destro says. You’re about to get a statistics lesson, and you only feel slightly guilty for hoping that Tomura will suddenly keel over and give you a way out of it. “However, a not-insignificant number of meta abilities, like your family’s or those of heteromorphs, present at birth. Imagine them at the left side of the mean. Together these groups constitute eighty-five percent of individuals with meta abilities.”

He glances at you. You nod. “Now, if we look to the right side, we’ll see a precipitous drop,” Re-Destro continues. “Of the metahuman population, ninety percent awaken their abilities by age five. Ninety-three percent by age six. Ninety-eight percent by age seven. A tiny percentage of the population awakens their abilities in early adolescence – I believe a current UA student holds Japan’s record.”

“Midoriya.”

“Midoriya?” Tomura scoffs. “That’s not his quirk.”

It’s quiet for a second. “What do you mean?” Re-Destro asks, but Tomura ignores him, and after a long, awkward stretch of time, Re-Destro turns his attention back to you. “In any case, it’s well-known that meta abilities don’t awaken past adolescence. The categories of metahuman and human are easily defined, unless –”

“Unless quirk latency theory is correct,” you say. “If it’s correct, it means that everyone’s a potential metahuman. Nobody can be written off.”

Re-Destro nods. You can tell the idea doesn’t agree with him. “You represent an extreme outlier,” he says, “in more ways than one. It was clear from your actions during the Revival Party that you are a true believer in the Grand Commander’s vision – the first true believer, if my sources are correct.”

“They’re correct,” Tomura says, before you can say a word.

Re-Destro turns to him, clearly hoping he’ll say more, but Tomura goes back to picking at the sleeve the tailor’s just adjusted. You and Tomura are going to have a talk later about how your responsibilities as his sidekick slash girlfriend don’t include constantly running interference with the guy he overthrew, but for now, you’re still the main object of Re-Destro’s attention. “You believed you were quirkless,” he says. “What led you to devote yourself to a vision such as the Grand Commander’s?”

There’s a lot of reasons why, but all of those came later. There’s only one that really matters. “It’s his.”

Re-Destro looks surprised. Tomura looks sort of surprised, honestly. He’s stopped glaring at the tailor in favor of staring at you, looking as thrown off as you’ve seen him look in a while. He really shouldn’t be, in your opinion. You hold his gaze and watch as the same smile he wore when you were children crosses his face, the one you saw when you came up with a new twist for your games or swapped lunches with him or even just when you got out your front door first and were waiting for him on the sidewalk for the walk to school. Shigaraki Tomura or Shimura Tenko – he’s who you’re devoted to. He always has been.

You get a few more seconds of his real smile before the tailor accidentally sticks him with a needle and Tomura turns to snap at him. “Saintess,” Re-Destro says, and you glance sideways. “Since you’ll be accompanying the Grand Commander onstage, you should look the part. Some updates have been made to your costume for the sake of form and functionality.”

Functionality is fine. Form, on the other hand – “What did you do to it?”

“I want to see,” Tomura says, which practically guarantees that it’ll be here in two seconds. Re-Destro zips out of the room in his motorized wheelchair to retrieve it. You glare at Tomura, who looks back, unrepentant. “I have to wear this stupid thing. I’m not going to be the only one dressed like a clown.”

“You don’t look like a clown,” you say. “You look – um –”

Tomura’s waiting for your answer, but you really don’t want to say it in front of the tailor, and it doesn’t take Tomura long to figure that out. “Go away,” he says, and the tailor books it. Tomura looks back to you. “What?”

“You look really hot.”

Tomura coughs. “What?”

“You do.”

“You’re joking,” Tomura says. You shake your head. “You just want me to quit bitching about the suit.”

“You can bitch about the suit forever if you want. You still look really hot.”

Tomura looks flustered. You’ve never seen him look flustered before. “Don’t say weird things.”

“Saying you need to touch your sidekick is weird,” you say. Tomura’s mouth twitches. “Saying my boyfriend’s hot in a suit is normal.”

“It’s not funny. Stop saying it.”

“You don’t believe me?” you ask. Tomura’s gaze slides away from yours. Maybe you need to be a little more convincing. “Let me show you.”

You’re still kissing him when Re-Destro comes back in, and you take your time pulling away, just in case Tomura had any doubts left. Tomura’s slow to let you go. Whatever Re-Destro’s just dragged in, he can see it over your shoulder, and his eyes widen. “Damn,” he says, and you turn to look.

If there’s functionality hiding somewhere in your new costume, you can’t find it. The original was washed-out grey, shapeless without a sash, obviously thrifted and cheaply made. This one is jet-black, with a shimmering veil and a silver crown, but your biggest problem with it is the shape and structure that’s been added to the tunic. It looks tight. Really tight.

Only a guy would have designed a costume like this. You cross your arms over your chest and try to keep the acid out of your voice. “What updates did you make to the functionality?”

“The reinforcing in the tunic may look cosmetic, but it was added to accommodate Kevlar paneling,” Re-Destro says. “It will be tighter and heavier than the previous costume, but it will provide protection for the center mass – which, as I’m sure you know, is the target of choice for most competent snipers.”

Tomura is smirking. “Would it stop nineteen shots?” he asks. “That’s how many times she shot you.”

“Nineteen?” Re-Destro looks genuinely puzzled. “It’s highly unlikely that anyone would aim that many shots at Saintess. She presents a much smaller target than I do.”

That, and one well-placed shot would be enough to take you down. Tomura nods, still smirking. “What else did you do to it?”

“The veil is a special fabric that functions as a two-way mirror. Saintess can see out, but no one can see in,” Re-Destro continues. “The boots are of better quality. The crown can be armed with this –”

He holds up a silver bracelet. “And once armed, it will deliver a shock to anyone who attempts to remove it.”

“Oh,” you say. “That’s – um.”

“The modifications are defensive, for the most part,” Re-Destro says. “Aesthetically, black suits the Grand Commander much better. Would you like to try it on?”

“Try it,” Tomura says. You give him a pained look. “I’m wearing the suit.”

You get a look at yourself as you’re changing into the costume and feel your heart lurch. It’s not just that it’s tighter, heavier, that the crown on your head’s gone from barely functional to weaponizable. Maybe it’s the color. Grey was passable. Black looks scary, and it only gets worse when you put on the veil. In your old costume, you look like half a ghost with a red belt and cheap shoes. In the new one, you look like a specter, a wraith. In your old costume, you were strange, but that was it. In this one, you’re unmistakably a villain.

That’s what you are now. A villain, a murderer, aiding and abetting the leader of the nation’s criminals in destroying the world-that-is with the faint hope that you can build a better one. You look like a villain because you are a villain. The sooner you get used to that, the better.

Re-Destro looks pleased when you step out from behind the screen, but Tomura doesn’t. Tomura’s frowning. “Not black,” he says.

“Red? To match with you –”

“No,” Tomura says, and for a split second, you think he’s about to put an end to this whole stupid exercise. “White.”

Re-Destro coughs. What you’re doing is more like choking. “Are you certain?” Re-Destro asks. “White has certain associations –”

“White,” Tomura says. Re-Destro starts to hem and haw about it, and Tomura cuts him off. “Make it happen. Or she wears whatever she wants – and so do I.”

Re-Destro’s definitely not about to sacrifice Tomura in a suit just so he can make you wear black. He zips off again, and Tomura reaches for you, pulls you closer. He catches the edge of your veil and flips it back, exposing your face. “You aren’t like us,” he says. “I’m not making you dress like it.”

“Not like you? I am,” you say. “I’m a villain –”

“Killing somebody to save a friend makes you a villain? No.” Tomura shakes his head. He grimaces slightly, and you realize how long he’s been standing. You need him to sit down. “That’s not who you are. I know who you are.”

He does. Just like you’ve always known who he is, underneath the hands and the suit and any other trappings of villainy he’s tried on. Still – “Does it have to be white?”

“You want it to be black?”

“Black and white aren’t the only colors on the planet,” you say. Any color is better than black, though. You’d be fine to just go with grey again, but it sounds like that’s not what Tenko wants. “I don’t want black. Do you really want it to be white?”

“Yes.”

He doesn’t say why, and you don’t ask him, but when the two of you step out onstage in front of the gathered members of the MLA, you’re dressed in white instead of grey or black. Even the League seems startled by your new look. “You look like a bride,” Toga hisses under the cover of Re-Destro’s speech.

Spinner disagrees. “You look like a ghost.”

White is a wedding color. It also symbolizes purity – and looked at another way, it symbolizes death. If Tomura’s making a statement in making you wear white, you’ve got no idea what it is. You and the others stand still through the speech, cheer dutifully when Tomura announces the MLA’s new name, chosen by Spinner and Re-Destro, and file off the stage while the members of the newly-christened Paranormal Liberation Front cheer. Dabi hops off the stage and vanishes into the crowd, and no one stops him. You stick close to Tomura. He was on his feet through the ceremony, but he’s not good at walking with the cane he has to use, and you still haven’t figured out how to make your quirk work faster.

The doctor was watching the ceremony. You know, because he calls the instant you’re offstage. “My congratulations to you, Shigaraki. Your master will be proud when he hears what you’ve accomplished.”

“I did it without him. And without you.” Tomura’s grimacing. It’s quiet for a second. “This is the part where you tell me why I should keep taking your calls.”

“Ooh, Tomura-kun is spicy today!” Toga grins. “Tomura is right, mister – why should we listen to you? What can you do for us?”

You’re not upset about the idea of cutting the doctor out of things, but you are concerned about how Tomura’s going about it. The fact that the doctor isn’t hanging up the phone somehow makes you more nervous, not less. “I understand,” the doctor says, “but why not accept the power your master and I have already stockpiled for you before you go? We were very careful in curating a collection of abilities that would suit you, and it would be a shame to waste them.”

It’s quiet for a second. “What kind of abilities?” Tomura asks.

“Why, quirks, of course!” The doctor sounds surprised that Tomura would ask, but you don’t trust the doctor on anything, let alone his reactions over the phone. If you saw him in person, you’d have a better read on him, but you can’t. “Come to meet me. Bring Saintess with you. I’m confident we can come to an agreement.”

“Why just me?” you ask. It strikes you as weird. “The rest of the League should come, too.”

“You’ll report back to them after the meeting, of course. Some of you need to remain where you are, to consolidate your control over Shigaraki’s new subjects.”

That’s true, you suppose. You still don’t like it. Nothing good has ever happened when the League’s split up – the Deika incident should be all the proof of that you need. Tomura’s thinking along the same lines. “You should come here. You’re more mobile than we are.”

“My equipment isn’t, and if I go missing, it will be noticed. Unlike you all, Saintess and I are still undercover,” the doctor says. You’re not sure how undercover you are these days – you’ve committed crimes now, and the fact that your crimes took place in the context of hundreds of other crimes doesn’t mean that Kazuo won’t spot them if he asks the right questions. “Make your arrangements, Shigaraki. Saintess and I will be waiting.”

“What?” Tomura demands, but by the time he figures it out, the warp sludge is already spewing from your mouth and nose. The last thing you see is hands reaching towards you – Spinner’s, Toga’s. Tomura’s. His fingers brush over the back of your hand, scrabbling for purchase, and then you’re gone.

You reappear in the doctor’s lab, and you’re already in a bad mood. “He’s going to kill you for that.”

“I think he’ll change his mind,” the doctor says indulgently. You don’t think that. At all. “This isn’t simply to force compliance. I have a final test to run. How severe would you say Shigaraki’s injuries are these days?”

You’re trying to cough the taste of warp sludge out of your mouth. It takes you a second. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, how much healing does he have left to do?”

“Um –” You think it over. “The internal organ lacerations are healed. His hand isn’t healing fast. He keeps trying to use it. There’s the same problem with his leg.”

“He’s far from recovered, then.” The doctor holds a set of leads out to you. “Attach these in the proper locations. No needles this time.”

He says that, but he’s lying. After a few minutes, he draws some blood, then clamps a pulse oxygen monitor onto your finger. Next he makes you huff into a peak flow monitor, at which point you start to get annoyed again. “What are you doing?”

“Healing quirks come at a cost, typically paid by the person being healed.” The doctor puts the vials of your blood into a centrifuge and sets it spinning. “The most famous quirk of that type – Heal, possessed by UA’s Recovery Girl – depends on the stamina of the individual being healed. If that stamina is exceeded by the energy needed to heal the injuries, the person dies. That quirk couldn’t have mended Shigaraki’s injuries, even if you possessed it.”

He’s looking at you, like there’s something you’re supposed to grasp here, but your mouth tastes like warp sludge, and you’re not in the mood. “And?”

“You’re smarter than that, dear. I’ll wait.”

Healing quirks have a cost. If Tomura had paid it, he would have died. The only other person in the equation is you. “It comes from me,” you say, and the doctor nods. “I didn’t feel anything. I haven’t felt anything. If I had –”

“It may not be perceptible to you at the moment, but based on the tests I’m conducting as we speak, your body is under a level of strain that does not match your current exertion.” The doctor points out the EKG he’s been taking, which shows consistent tachycardia, and the peak flow output, which is low, and your pulse oxygen, which is also low. “My current theory is this: When you are close to Shigaraki, the strain is negligible. The farther you are from him, the harder your body has to work in order to maintain the same boost to his healing capacity. I further theorize that this effect grows more pronounced when his injuries are severe.”

“So if I was far enough away from him and he was badly hurt –”

“Your body would exhaust its own resources to maintain the healing factor, and you’d die,” the doctor says, like he’s talking about the weather. “For a quirk that can’t be switched off, this is disastrous, and it leads me to believe that there’s a third difference between your quirk and your cousin’s. La Brava’s quirk costs her nothing. It’s simply an expression of her love. But your quirk, taken to its extreme, could lead you to pay the ultimate price.”

You don’t know what to say to that. Or what to think about it. Your mind is completely blank. “In light of that,” the doctor continues, “it’s likely that love is not the only requirement for the activation of your quirk. Tell me – before you spoke the activation phrase, would you happen to have had any thought about valuing Shigaraki’s survival above your own?”

No. You didn’t, and you’re about to say that – and then you remember one desperate thought, as you were holding his hand and staring at certain doom spelled out on the screen. “Yes.”

“That’s the key, then, and why your quirk didn’t activate the first time you told a person you loved them,” the doctor says. He sounds pleased with himself. “Your quirk bestows an increased healing factor on the person you love most, whose life you place above your own. Devotion doesn’t begin to cover it.”

A device is beeping somewhere in the offing. The doctor consults it. “Shigaraki is trying to reach me. Take those leads off. I’ll bring him here shortly.”

The doctor answers the call. You can hear Tomura snarling at him through the phone, and the doctor assuring him that you’re perfectly fine. The doctor gestures for the Nomu with the warp quirk to activate it, and Tomura’s voice chokes off suddenly. He’ll be here soon. He’ll be here soon, and with what you know now about your quirk – “Sir,” you say to the doctor, and he looks at you. “Don’t tell him.”

“Why, Saintess, I’m surprised at you. Don’t you think that’s something your master should know?”

“Yes,” you say, because it is. “But it’s my quirk. I’ll tell him myself.”

“Of course,” the doctor says. Warp sludge spills into midair, falling from Tomura’s mouth, and you can see fury on his face. “In exchange, I’ll need you to prevent him from killing me.”

Right. You get between Tomura and the doctor just as the last of the warp sludge dissipates. “I’m fine,” you say to Tomura. “The doctor just wanted to talk to me about – doctor stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“How you were healing, mainly.” That’s not a lie. You leave out the part where the doctor was more interested in the mechanism of the healing than how it’s going. “Is everything okay back there?”

“Spinner and Compress are in charge until we get back,” Tomura says. He’s glaring at the doctor over your shoulder. “When are we getting back?”

“Yes. As you know, your master has been compiling quirks for you, in order to allow you to become the next him,” the doctor says. That’s news to you, but Tomura doesn’t look surprised. “Based on the Deika incident and your takeover of the Meta Liberation Army, you’ve reached the physical strength and maturity necessary to manage them. Some you’ll recognize, as they’re copies of the quirks your master possessed –”

“Why are they copies?”

“It was intended to be the originals, but your master was captured after Kamino,” the doctor says. Tomura’s shoulders tense. “No need to worry. The copies are just as good.”

“Which quirks of his do I get?” Tomura doesn’t look opposed to the idea. He doesn’t necessarily look into it, either. “I don’t want all of them.”

“We’ll go over the full list in a moment, but there are two that are particularly important,” the doctor says. “First is your master’s quirk – All For One. He currently possesses a copy. You will receive the original. Second, there is a synthetic quirk, one I’ve been working on for quite some time: Super-Regeneration.“

Something clicks into place in your head. “My quirk speeds up Tomura’s natural healing process. If the starting point of that is Super-Regeneration –”

“Then Shigaraki becomes nearly indestructible,” the doctor says. “The injuries you suffered in the takeover of the Meta Liberation Army were severe, and the recovery has been unpleasant. Imagine never taking that sort of damage again.”

Tomura is nodding, and it occurs to you that there’s another side effect. If Tomura has Super-Regeneration, if your quirk is accelerating an already-advanced healing capability, the likelihood that Tomura will take an injury that it would kill you to heal is low. “All For One, and Super-Regeneration,” Tomura says, and you try to focus. “What else?”

There’s a list. Search, a quirk stolen from a pro hero that allows the user to gather information about a person just by looking at them. Air Walk, which gives the capability of flight. Strength and speed enhancements. Something called Radio Waves, that would let Tomura disrupt electronic communications at will. With this collection of quirks, combined with Decay, Tomura would be close to omnipotent. As close as it’s possible to get.

Tomura doesn’t think so. “This isn’t enough,” he says. “All Might –”

“You aren’t facing All Might,” the doctor reminds him. “And One For All’s new wielder is nowhere near his master’s level.”

You feel like you missed something. “What’s One For All?”

The doctor looks askance at Tomura. “You didn’t tell her?”

“It didn’t come up,” Tomura snaps, but he looks guilty when he turns to you. “There’s this quirk that gets passed from person to person. It collects their physical abilities and it collects their quirks, if they have quirks. My grandma was the seventh person to have it. All Might’s the eighth. Midoriya’s the ninth.”

“Oh,” you say. “That’s why he’s – like that.”

“A pain in the ass? Yeah.” Tomura is scowling. “Sensei made that quirk – One For All. He wants it back.”

“That’s why you need your master’s quirk,” the doctor says. “It will allow you to take it from Midoriya Izuku and restore it to its rightful place.”

“It gets passed from person to person,” you say. You’re still a bit stuck on that one. “That means All Might picked Midoriya to follow in his footsteps. Why?”

“Your guess is as good as mine –”

“It’s because he’s stupid,” Tomura interrupts the doctor. “Throwing himself into the middle of fights he doesn’t belong in, like there’s nobody he can’t save – the same thing All Might does, except Midoriya can’t even do it – it’s pathetic. That quirk should die with him.”

“Toga will be mad,” you say, like an idiot. Tomura looks taken aback. “You said you wouldn’t destroy the stuff she likes.”

“She needs better taste,” Tomura mutters.

“It seems reclaiming One For All is the wiser course of action,” the doctor says. “You’ll fulfill your master’s dream, and grant Toga’s wish at the same time. Midoriya Izuku will be much easier for her to manage without a quirk.”

Without a quirk? “He’s quirkless?”

“So was All Might.” Tomura changes the subject while you’re still reeling from the fact that the ranks of the quirkless used to include both the Number One hero and his successor. “Those are my master’s quirks. What else do you have for me?”

“Dabi’s test of the High End Nomu was successful, and I have five in the early stages,” the doctor says, “along with many near-High Ends and others who can serve as foot soldiers. They’ll all be keyed to respond to your voice, just as Gigantomachia does. And once you have your master’s quirk, we’ll be able to produce them quickly. The process of transplanting quirks without All For One is painfully slow.”

“I knew there was a catch,” Tomura says. “How long is it going to take to give me those quirks?”

“Four months,” the doctor says.

It’s quiet for a second. “And?” Tomura says.

“And it won’t be easy. There’s a reason the process is usually conducted on corpses,” the doctor says. “You’ll spend the majority of those four months in hellish pain.”

Your stomach clenches with fear, and the thought comes into your mind, then out of your mouth, with no editing whatsoever. “It’s not worth it.”

The doctor and Tomura both turn to look at you. The doctor looks annoyed. “We’ll transplant Super-Regeneration first. That will decrease the risk of death –”

Of death? “That’s not the point,” you say. You’re not going to convince the doctor. There’s only one person here who matters. You turn to Tomura. “The point is – you were right before. You don’t need this. You can do what you need to do without it.”

“Four months is a long time. The longer we wait to act, the more likely it is that the heroes catch on,” Tomura says. “I’ll take the Nomus. Not the rest.”

“Without your master’s quirk, the Nomus are a finite resource,” the doctor says to Tomura. “I understand your hesitancy. Four months is not insignificant. Take my proposal back to discuss with the rest of your comrades. Keep in mind that nothing will happen before your injuries are fully healed. Is that agreeable to you?”

“Yes,” Tomura says, without looking at you. “My injuries should be healed in two weeks. If the League decides to accept your offer, we’ll start then. Send us back.”

He reaches for your hand, grasps it as the Nomu with the warp quirk reappears – but you pull it out of his grip at the last minute. You need to have a conversation with the doctor.

The doctor looks surprised to see you. “Is there something else we need to discuss, Saintess?”

“You’ve got procedure notes for what you do to make the Nomus. I want them.”

The doctor’s eyes narrow. “Why should I give them to you?”

“Tomura should know exactly what you’re planning to do to him before he decides,” you say. “If this could kill him –”

“It won’t kill him,” the doctor says. You open your mouth to argue and he cuts you off. “As I said. I’ll transplant Super-Regeneration first. Combine that with your quirk, and we’ll have no trouble whatsoever, assuming you’re present for the key points of the process. It should all be fine if you go along.”

“If it’s all going to be fine, then give me the procedure notes,” you say. The doctor rolls his eyes. “Why not? Do you have something to hide?”

The doctor looks offended for a second, but then his expression smooths out. “I suppose in your position I would have the same concerns. Just a moment.” He turns away and taps a screen, and somewhere further back in the recesses of the room a printer whirs to life. “I’ll include the list of quirks to be transplanted, as well as the planned designs for the Nomus. Shigaraki should know exactly what he’s gaining from this exchange.”

He vanishes into the darkness, and you cross your arms over your chest. “Do you ever turn the lights on in here?”

“You should know by now, Saintess – some deeds are best done in darkness.”

What is that supposed to mean? You wait, your nerves already jangling. Tomura’s going to be angry when you get back. You can already tell that the two of you are out of alignment on this, that your loyalty to him is going to force a clash with his plans, and somehow you don’t think that showing him whatever the doctor’s going to do to him will change his mind.

But you won’t know that until you try. And you have to try. The doctor comes back and drops a stack of papers into your arms. “Run along, Saintess,” he instructs, and beckons the Nomu forward. But then he stops, studying you. “Was the white costume your idea?”

You shake your head. “He insisted.”

“Mm.” The doctor frowns. “All For One won’t like that.”

“My costume color?” You can’t help but be a little incredulous. “All For One’s in prison. He has bigger things to worry about than what I look like.”

“Shigaraki is meant to be the next All For One,” the doctor says. He gestures at you. “This is a complication. You’re quite lucky to have a useful quirk.”

This is weird. You’ve always gotten the sense that the doctor liked you, and the change of tune makes you nervous. You fall back into conciliation, a position you’re maybe too familiar with. “If he says yes,” you say, “and I’m here while it happens, can I learn about it from you? I can’t be as useful to him as you are to All For One, but I want to be able to help as much as I can.”

It’s quiet for a second. You’re not sure if he’s taken the bait. “Of course, my dear,” the doctor says finally. His smile doesn’t seem faked, but you don’t know if you have enough data to say for sure. “You’ll be here already. I’d be remiss if I didn’t allow such a devoted servant to learn how to help her master – and with your medical background, you’ll be an apt pupil. Hurry back, now. Your master is waiting.”

Tomura’s angry with you when you get back for not going with him, just like you thought he’d be. He’s less angry when you present him with the information you collected, and explain that it’s why you stayed behind – but less angry isn’t the same thing as not angry at all. “Don’t do that again,” he says, even after you’ve reassured him. “I don’t trust him with you.”

“But I’m supposed to trust him with you?”

“That’s different.”

“No, it isn’t.” You aren’t going to let it go. “You love me. You don’t want me to be hurt or taken advantage of. You want me to be safe.”

“Of course I do –”

“That’s what I want for you,” you say. The documents feel heavy in your hands. “I want us to win. I want us to do it fast, and I want it to be decisive. But I don’t want to see him hurt you. I don’t trust him, either. Not with you.”

Tomura gives you a curious look. “Why not?”

“I can’t put my finger on it,” you admit. “The way he talks. Something about how he says things. It bothers me and I don’t know why. And when you’ve been hurt and he hasn’t helped you –”

“He’s an asshole,” Tomura agrees. “But he’s not going to screw me. That would get in the way of Sensei’s plans, and he wouldn’t do that.”

No, he wouldn’t. If the doctor sees a reflection of his loyalty in yours, he’d never jeopardize All For One’s plans for Tomura. But you don’t know if All For One’s plans for Tomura and Tomura’s plans for Tomura line up. That’s not an argument you can have today. Tenko’s been touchy in the past when you’ve directly crossed All For One – so touchy, in fact, that you haven’t brought it up since the night you refused to go along with the idea that Tenko killed his family on purpose. Things are tense enough. You can’t bring that up right now.

What you can do is make your case. “We should talk to the others. I’ll read this over so I can explain what’s in it. If you’re serious about everybody deciding together –”

“I’m serious.”

“We should have all the information when we do.” You find the nearest wall and sit down with your back to it, only to immediately get to your knees to stop Tomura from falling face-first as he tries to join you. “Hey. No. You need to rest, not sit on the floor!”

“Technically I’m lying on the floor.” Tomura waits until you’ve gotten settled again, then lifts the documents out of your lap so he can put his head there. “And I’m resting. Are you really going to make me move?”

“Yes,” you say. Tomura looks up at you. “Are you really going to give me puppy eyes?”

“If it works.” Tomura closes them, looking almost unbearably smug. “Wake me up when you’re done reading.”

“Don’t you want to read them with me?”

“I didn’t finish kindergarten. You graduated high school and did college.” Tomura yawns. “You can explain it to me. You always know how to say things right.”

It’s quiet for a little bit. Your head hurts and you’re unsettled, so unsettled that having to sit still for this feels impossible. Tomura’s good hand pulls lightly at the edge of the veil. “Take this off. I want to see.”

You don’t take it off, but you do flip the edge of it up and back over your head, out of the way. “Yes?”

“Are you mad at me?”

“You’ve never asked me that before,” you say. “Not even after you tried to kill me.”

“I didn’t want to kill you,” Tomura says, even though that’s not what you said. “I want to know. Are you mad at me?”

“No,” you say, and mean it. The relief that crossed Tomura’s face makes you want to cry.

You aren’t mad at him, but you feel like things are slipping out of control, and you can’t stop it. The more power Tomura amasses, the more moving parts there are, the more places there are for things to fall apart – and for every one you know to be wary of, there are probably three more you’d never see coming. Your quirk can save Tomura, sure, but it can’t protect him. You don’t know how to convince people, how to win them over to your side. You’re right about this. You know you’re right about it, even if you can’t explain why, but you have a bad feeling that it’s not going to make any difference at all.

You have to wake Tomura up before you’re done reading, because someone from the MLA comes along and freaks out at seeing the Grand Commander fast asleep on the floor. You trail along at Tomura’s side into the rooms they’ve set aside for him, which look like the kind of penthouse rich people live in, and get yanked onto the bed next to him as soon as he’s gotten under the covers. You finish the rest of the reading there, and then you go looking for the League, a hollow feeling in the pit of your stomach the entire time.

You start off by explaining the medical procedures the doctor’s going to put Tomura through, but nobody’s listening – they’re too interested in the list of quirks Tomura’s going to pick up as a result. Dabi’s interested in the Nomus, and in the idea that you could learn how to make them; Compress is more interested in the financial resources the doctor can cough up to support all of you. “These Liberationists are too stingy,” he says, when you ask him. “I’m tired of arguing with Skeptic every time we order in.”

Spinner snorts at that. “More money won’t hurt,” he agrees. “We need better gear, and weapons –”

“And costumes!” Twice chimes in. “How come Saintess is the only one who’s got a new look?”

He starts describing what he wants his new look to be, and Dabi starts picking on him about it. Compress looks like he’s thinking about takeout, and Spinner is scratching the League of Legends logo onto a desk with his fingernail. Your blood pressure is rising. “Did any of you hear what I said? These kind of procedures –”

“He’s got you. Nothing to worry about,” Dabi says. “I’d go through that and worse to crush the Number One hero – if I didn’t know how to do it already.”

“We know, we know. You have a super secret mission,” Toga says, to the tune of snickering from Spinner. Toga isn’t laughing. “I don’t want Izuku to get hurt. Just because I think he’s cute when he’s bloody doesn’t mean I want him to get hurt. Saintess doesn’t even like blood.”

“Who cares about that? Get to the point.”

“If I was Saintess, I’d worry too,” Toga says. You feel a surge of relief that almost makes you dizzy. “I was listening. Those quirks all sound really nice, Tomura. But you have a good quirk already – and you have all of us. You don’t need those quirks to win.”

“So you say no,” Tomura clarifies, and Toga nods. She’s sitting closest to you, on the end of Tomura’s bed, and she reaches out to squeeze your hand. You squeeze back. “That’s one against.”

“For, obviously,” Dabi says. He gives you a dirty look. “If you’re really going to walk away from that much power because your girlfriend’s scared, Shigaraki, maybe you shouldn’t be the next leader at all.”

That’s the kind of bait Tomura would have risen to back when this started. He lets it go and looks to Twice. “I think it’s nice that you’re worried,” Twice says to you, “but I’m with Dabi.”

“I’m not so sure,” Compress says. “It’s a risk, and we’d lose too much time. Our control over the Liberationists isn’t solidified. We need you here. And yet –”

You’re hopeful for a second. “That much power shouldn’t be left on the table,”

Compress says. “I vote yes. For reasons other than Dabi’s.”

That’s three in favor. “I vote no,” you say. There’s only one vote left, and it should be in favor of your position, which will force a tie. “Spinner?”

“Yes,” Spinner says without hesitating. Toga’s grip on your hand tightens almost to the point of pain, and the distraction it lends is the only reason why you don’t lose your shit instantly. “If that power’s there, you should take it. It’s not like it’ll hurt to have it.”

“It won’t hurt you,” you say, and Spinner startles at the sound of your voice. “None of you understand what this means.”

“We understand,” Dabi says. He looks warier of you than you’ve seen before. “We care more about winning than we do about Shigaraki getting an owie.”

“Don’t care about that, then. Care about what I’m going to do to you the second I figure out how this Nomu thing works.”

Dabi sneers. “That’s not very saintlike of you, is it, Saintess?”

“That’s the name you all gave me,” you say. Your body is shaking with rage. You hold still with an effort, death-gripping Toga’s hand. “Want to bet on whether it fits?”

“Hey, take it down a notch,” Twice says. He’s looking back and forth between you and Dabi and Spinner, clearly anxious. “It’s going to be fine! You’ve got your quirk now. You won’t let anything bad happen to the boss.”

He doesn’t understand. None of them understand that the bad thing is this. This is the thing you’re supposed to protect him from — people who would hurt him, people who don’t care that they’re hurting him, people who want to use him for their own twisted, selfish needs. You’re pissed at Dabi, frustrated with Twice, but both of those are misdirections. There are two people you’re angry with right now. One of them is Spinner, who acts like he cares about Tomura only to pull this bullshit. The other one is you.

“Twice, get out of my way. Or at least make a clone of her that I can torch.” Dabi’s eyes are locked on yours. “You want to do this? Fine. Let’s do it. Let’s see how good you are at –”

“No,” Tomura snaps from the bed. “Get out.”

He’s talking to Dabi. You know he’s talking to Dabi. You get up from the bed anyway and head for the door, faster than Tomura can protest, faster than anyone can stop you. The door shuts behind you before he can even say a word.

“Hey!” Toga’s voice follows you, and you glance back, startled. She’s still holding your hand. You’ve been dragging her. “Slow down, okay? I got hurt in the fight too and I don’t have a pretty girlfriend who can heal me.”

“Sorry.” You try to let go, but Toga won’t let you. “Let go. I need to be alone.”

“No.” Toga shakes her head. “I’ve never seen you get mad like that before. Nobody has. Not even Tomura-kun.”

You remember Tenko asking you, forever ago, when the last time was that you really got mad at somebody. You can’t remember being this angry as an adult. As a teenager, sure. You were never good at calming down, and that’s why you need to be alone, because you only know one way to do it. You yank your arm back from Toga, and she tightens her grip. “We’re supposed to be friends,” she says. Her sharp-toothed smile is tight and anxious. “Friends talk to each other.”

You don’t want to talk. Even thinking about your feelings is impossible sometimes. But she’s not letting go of you, and the sooner you give her what she wants, the sooner you can get away. “I’m useless,” you spit. “I can’t stop him from doing this. I can’t make all of you see that it’s wrong. I can’t make Spinner pay – I expect this shit from Dabi, but he doesn’t get to act like – if you knew –”

You’re getting incoherent. Your face is heating up behind the veil, and your eyes are starting to burn, and now that you’ve started talking, you can’t stop. “I can’t do anything even now that I have a quirk. I just have to stand here and watch and I don’t care that it’ll kill me before it kills him –”

Toga’s eyes widen. You shouldn’t have said that. It’s not the point. “I’m useless,” you say again. “Quirk or no quirk. I can’t save him. I have to save him and I don’t know how.”

“You sound like Izuku,” Toga observes, and you blink. “He has to save people too. He gets upset when he thinks he can’t, but he always finds a way. You can find a way to save Tomura-kun. You did it before.”

“No, I couldn’t.” Your voice wavers. “Not when it counted.”

Toga gives you an odd look, asks you what you mean, but it’s too late. Your mind’s already spun off, carrying you back fifteen years – almost sixteen, now – to the wreckage of Tenko’s house.

The instant you realized what you were walking in, what was sticky and staining the bottoms of your bare feet, your heart stopped. You didn’t throw up. Throwing up would have been normal. Screaming would have been normal, and you did scream – but not yet. As soon as you realized what you were walking in, panic seized you by the throat, and you picked up the pace, feeling your stomach lurch every time you identified another piece of a person you knew. Tenko’s grandmother’s glasses. His grandfather’s wedding ring. Bloodstained strands of his mother’s hair. Hana’s favorite hair tie and Tenko’s dad’s wristwatch and Mon’s collar with its little bell, and by then you were crying so hard you could barely see. But you kept moving, banging your shins on chunks of rubble, blood staining your nightgown, looking for the person who was missing, your favorite person in the whole world. He wasn’t there. His family was there, but he wasn’t, and that was when you screamed. Tenko!

The scream brought the neighbors running, and some of them threw up. A lot of them cried. A lot of them called the cops, and then your parents came looking for you — but you were already on the move, leaving horrible bloody footprints on the sidewalk. Tenko wasn’t there at his house, which meant he was somewhere else, and you were his sidekick, his best friend. It was your job to find him.

You didn’t get far before your parents caught you, and they dragged you back into the house to clean you up and make you get dressed for school — but then they let you walk to school, and of course you went the opposite way as soon as you were out of sight. Whoever took Tenko had a head start on you, but you knew Tenko would be trying to escape, and once he did, you’d find him and the two of you could hide. You’d find him; you’d have to find him. There wasn’t another choice.

But people were looking for you — the school called your parents when you didn’t show up, and your parents called the police. You were so out of your mind that you thought they were there to help you look for Tenko when they showed up. When you realized they weren’t, you ran away from them, too. A hero caught you next, and you bit him when he picked you up, not that it helped at all. You couldn’t figure out why so many people were looking for you, when you still had a family, when you had somewhere to go home to. You were fine. They should have been looking for him.

You turned into sort of an escape artist over the next week. You snuck away at school, climbed out the window at home, even ducked a turnstile and made your way onto a train deeper into the city to look for him there. Even if Tenko couldn’t get away just yet, he had to know you were looking for him, right? He had to know you wouldn’t let somebody take him away. Even if nobody else was looking, you were going to keep looking until you found him.

You don’t remember why you stopped. You have a vague memory of your mom giving you a medication, something she said would make you feel better while you looked for Tenko, but whatever it was, it just made you tired. Tired, and slow. Even when you snuck out, which you did, you’d forget where you were going almost instantly. You don’t remember what the medication was, just that it tasted bitter on your tongue. Just that they made you keep taking it until Isuzu was old enough to walk. After that they needed you too much to drug you into compliance. After that it was too late to keep looking.

No, it wasn’t too late. You just gave up. If you hadn’t given up, if you’d kept trying, if you hadn’t let him go, none of this would have –

“Hey!” Toga shakes your shoulder, snapping you out of it. Your face is wet under your veil. Your eyes are stinging. “It counts. You got to see him again and you get to keep him, so it counts. But you have to calm down or they won’t listen to you anymore.”

She’s right about that. Showing them that you can get angry right after you’ve shown them that you’re not afraid to shoot people has given you a little unpredictability, the kind that the rest of the League already has, the kind that makes people think twice about crossing you. You’ll lose that if anybody catches you crying in the hallway over how you failed your best friend. You stick your hand under your veil and wipe your eyes, and your phone starts to buzz in your pocket. You pull it out, and when you see the caller ID, your heart sinks. It’s Kazuo.

“I have to take this,” you say to Toga, and she nods but doesn’t leave. You accept the call and put the phone to your ear. “Hey.”

“You’re inside my parameters,” Kazuo says. You close your eyes. “Illegal possession of a firearm, assault with a deadly weapon, voluntary manslaughter. I’ll conceal your identity as long as possible, but if they use a truth-detecting quirk or a mind-reader on me, I won’t be able to hide it.”

“I know,” you say. “Thank you, Kazuo. I don’t know how I can repay you.”

“You sound unwell.”

“So do you,” you say. They must be pushing him hard. The MLA concealed the Deika incident, but you know better than to think the HPSC believes the cover-up. A hit of inspiration comes to you. “Ditch them. Join us.”

Toga elbows you sharply, but Kazuo’s already saying no. “If I go missing, they’ll turn their investigative skills on me, and on my known associates. You’ll be discovered faster than you would have otherwise.”

“It’s not about that,” you say. “They’re going to find out about me eventually anyway. It’s about you being safe.”

“You can’t save us both –”

“Fuck you,” you say sharply, and both Toga and Kazuo suck down shocked breaths. “I have to save somebody. It’s our fault that you’re in this spot, and you’ve still been helping me. Please let me help you.”

“I can’t,” Kazuo says, and you’re about to swear at him again when he follows up. “Not yet. Once things become more chaotic, maybe – but this isn’t the only reason I called. The HPSC has a spy inside your new organization.”

“Oh,” you say after a moment. “Who is it?”

“I don’t know.”

That’s something you haven’t heard Kazuo say in a while. That’s something you’ve never heard Kazuo say. “Uh –”

“I’ve asked the question, but there are thousands of potential answers. I can’t sort through them without losing consciousness.” Kazuo sounds so tired. “There are heroes among your ranks. It could be one of them. The HPSC could have recruited someone entirely unknown. There is no way for me to narrow the results without more information, and I discovered the existence of a spy only by accident. If I knew more, I would tell you.”

“I know you would,” you say. Your heart aches. “As soon as you can come to us, do it. I’ll make sure you don’t have to use your quirk again if you don’t want to.”

“You can’t –”

Saying you can isn’t going to change his mind. It won’t help you, either. “I will.”

“Hey!”

You and Toga both look up to find either Twice or one of his clones hurrying down the hall towards you. You tell Kazuo to stay safe and hang up the phone in a hurry. Twice stops once he’s close, out of breath. “The boss is losing it,” he explains. “You left and then Re-Destro showed up because he heard we were making decisions without him –”

Great. “So then Shigaraki threatened to Decay him the rest of the way and Dabi said he can’t just Decay people because his girlfriend left him – and then Compress and Spinner were trying to convince him that you aren’t actually leaving him – are you actually leaving him? Because if you are we have more problems than I thought we did.”

“She’s not leaving him,” Toga says confidently. Then she looks at you. “You aren’t, right?”

You can’t decide whether nodding or shaking your head is the appropriate response. You go with nodding, and take it as a good sign that nobody panics. “I just needed a break,” you say. “And I just talked to my contact at the HPSC. Apparently we’ve got a spy somewhere in the PLF.”

“Well, shit,” Twice says. “We gotta tell Shigaraki right now!”

He doubles himself, and both versions of him hold out their hands to help you and Toga to your feet. Then he borrows a trick from your book and sets off down the hall without letting go, pulling you along in his wake. You’ve got a few more minutes at most to work things out in your head.

But in the end, there’s not that much to work out. Kazuo said you can’t save both – him and Tomura, or you and him – and for the first time in his life, you’re going to prove him wrong. You’ll find a way for Kazuo to be safe, and for Mitsuko and Ryuhei, who only got involved in this because of you. And it doesn’t matter anymore that you couldn’t save Tomura when you both were children. You’ll just have to make up for it by saving him now.

#shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura x you #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x you #shimura tenko x reader #shimura tenko x you #tenko shimura x reader #tenko shimura x you #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #reader insert #x reader #man door hand hook car door #please hold #a bisquared production

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writers-wrongs · 6 months ago

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some yandere stu macher with a male reader hcs?? 👀 please and thank you

finally, some scream! if i had to pick a favorite movie, this would be it. heads up for depictions of violence, im not too graphic but its there

yandere!stu macher x male!reader

-youre the new guy at school, and when he sees you, it is on SIGHT. he is so close to you all of the time. hope you didnt like personal space!

-if he were buff hed be a himbo. what im saying is that hes really stupid and friendly, always coming up to you and bothering you to hang out with him

-you end up mixed in with his friend group, be it because you want him to stop hounding you to join in or because you actually like him. but he and billy do have the whole murder spree planned...

-stu couldnt kill you! he wouldnt! you laugh at his jokes, you help him with personal issues, you treat him better than his own girlfriend! of course, maybe thats because hes been neglecting tatum in favor of you... but still! because of the homophobia of the time, i dont think hed declare his feelings as love, but deep down he knows thats what it is

-billy can see theres no budging on this. he needs stu for this plan, and stu says you get to live. when billy finally concedes with stabbing you in some nonvital areas and leaving it at that, stu is the happiest little slasher this side of the bates motel

-once the killing starts, hes somehow even more all over you. making sure youre not too scared, keeping you company overnight (though he sneaks out to attack sidney). tatum is glaring daggers at you constantly, because her boyfriend is very clearly in love with you

-on the night of his house party, hes the one stabbing you. he insisted on it, in fact. he was worried billy would be too rough with you, and he cant have you bleeding out! hes incredibly intimate as he does it, muttering sweet nothings behind the ghostface mask. as you pass out from blood loss, he peels the bottom of the mask up and gives you a little kiss

-and then youre out for just about the rest of the movie. that said, youre kinda left for dead as the house is left empty. but a bit later, you wake up to see... ghostface tending to your wounds? you can hear panicked whimpers from under the mask, the killer on the verge of tears worrying that he killed you. in an attempt to calm himself down, he yanks the mask off, and its stu. his face is a cut up, burnt mess, but its him

-as he patches you up, he apologizes for ever hurting you. tatum, randy, sidney, even billy would all be ok collateral damage, but you? nonono, he could never lose you. youre his, he cant ever let you go. he kisses all over your face as he cries, promising he wont ever hurt you again

-once you two are both well enough to go on the run, you flee town, whether you want to go with him or not. youre both counted as victims of the ghostface killings (billy is framed as the mastermind with stu being helplessly manipulated), and the lack of corpses isnt worried about. he finds a place for you two to live, and depending on your reaction to all this, it goes one of two ways

-if youre into him, great! youre his now. not like you werent before, but hes the clingiest boyfriend imaginable. he is in your arms constantly, and at any point you have to move, he starts mock crying about how his scars hurt and only you can make it better. hes such a baby despite having multiple kills under his belt

-if youre (rightfully) not interested, he gets whiny. he doesnt blame you, he is a serial killer after all, but cmon! he saved your life! yeah, he was the one who stabbed you in the first place, but who cares about that! everyone else left you for dead, hes the only one who actually gives a damn about you! just love him already! same outcome as you being accepting, but hes a lot more pouty and youre tied up

#writing the wrongs #yandere x reader #stu macher #stu macher x reader #scream #scream 1996 #yandere stu macher #yes im a stu is alive truther #fight me

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gaydinosaurbananamilkcarton · 3 months ago

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I still love sakura. Even if she's a dumbass. No way am I sticking around for somebody that not only treated me like shit, he left me to take care of my daughter by myself for 9 years and then tried to kill her when he met her. The main reason I like sakura is because of her character development. Instead of being a weak sasuke obsessed character, she actually became a strong sasuke obsessed character! Yay!

Most people won't admit it, but they hate sakura because of some shit she said to naruto when they were KIDS(12), not to mention, she wasn't lying. He was an orphan 💀 but they go and say that she's weak, even after she gets stronger, and like rock lee for doing exactly what she did. (Training to become better) sakura never HAD the same powers that naruto and sasuke did. Yet she still MANAGED on her own. That's why I like her.

I like naruto, just not his mindset. Of course I want to become hokage and protect people that treated me like shit for my entire life! Then he became hokage, and made NO changes for the better. He didn't want to be hokage to help, he wanted to be hokage just because he craved attention and validation. He always wants to save people, and doesn't understand that he's making it worse. Sasuke IS more realistic as a character, and sasuke has had it worse than naruto has. Hate me all you want, but it's true. His entire clan was murdered by his brother, including his parents. And then he was obsessed with revenge, only to kill his brother and then find out WHY itachi did what he did and he had to regret it. All he ever KNEW was loneliness and anger, so he had no idea how to live without it. Naruto never had his parents or siblings, meaning he didn't have to LOSE anything. And that's why sasuke was angry with him.

I also think it's important to include Kakashi though. Not only was he practically USELESS for team 7 as a whole (naruto went to be trained by jiraiya, sasuke by orochimaru/? And then sakura by tsunade. It would've been cold if she trained under guy too but the author HATES a strong female character that isn't evil) kakashi needs to be analysed as a whole, especially with his treatment of sasuke. He claims to have gone through what sasuke did, and then tells him that revenge is pointless and leaves you hollow, and then he helps shikamaru get revenge for asuma. He's a hypocrite. He wins the award for the world's WORST sensei.

I won't even make a separate post for boruto, because there's no reason. The show is confusing as hell, and equally as pointless. Boruto hates his dad for no reason, all the important fights are for sasuke and naruto, naruto adopts kawaki and let's him beat up his son, kawaki seals them away and then flips it to make boruto look like he's in the wrong, there are no more shinobi, Boruto trained under sasuke, and then sasuke was sealed in a tree so now he cosplays as him. Sakura is NOWHERE to be seen💀 (good for her) himawari has kurama (how will she not be stronger than boruto?💀) and boruto has Naruto's abilities (rasengan, flying Raijin- minato, and shadow clones) with purple lighting and all of a sudden he's a god. I'm confused about what the jougan does. He also has his fathers weak mindset about not wanting to kill kawaki, but just wanting to punch him. Sarada has insane potential but of course the author won't let her be great because she's a woman! I hate the idea of borusara because I see them as nothing but teammates. It's like the dynamic between naruto and sakura. She treats him like a brother. She hugs her friend that she hasn't seen in 2 years that's also been framed and ostracised by the entire village and suddenly they're the best ship in the world 💀 Delusion at its finest. None of those kids need to be with ANYONE. Just focus on the goddamn anime and stop ruining shit. Because NO ONE is watching it

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morningstarbee · 1 year ago

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as much as i love hannibal, i will always be a will defender

I've seen some discourse among fannibals about who was in the wrong during Mizumono. I've actually seen several takes calling Will heartless and a monster for betraying Hannibal/hurting his feelings.

And I just need to write my thoughts down on this because I've always been a big proponent of

"Hannibal is a hypocrite who can dish it out but can't take it."

What do I mean by that? Let's make it very clear what happens in between them throughout the show.

(Spoilers ahead. Obviously.)

Let's start with Season 1

Will is a lonely person who has never felt truly understood by anyone

Hannibal befriends Will, accepting his darkness and the other unpleasant parts of his personality that drove other people away and made him feel wanted.

Hannibal gets Will to rely on him, to trust him and his opinion above any other person in his life.

Hannibal becomes aware of a serious illness that not only affects Will's ability to perceive reality, but could potentially kill him. He not only fails to inform Will or a medical professional about this, but actively makes it worse.

He frames Will for his own murders and when Will realizes something is going wrong and comes to him about it, urges him to turn himself in.

Will goes to prison and loses his credibility, his reputation. All his friends and colleauges no longer trust him. For many, all the secretly held beliefs they had about him are "confirmed" and all the perceptions about himself he had spent his life avoiding are now the common opinon.

Good? Okay now let's see what happens in Season 2.

Will makes a (failed) attempt to kill Hannibal through a proxy.

Hannibal claims his kills as the Ripper and Will is released from prison.

Will hatches a plot with Jack to make Hannibal believe that Will is on his side so that they can get him arrested.

Will makes Hannibal feel accepted and seen, in a way he had believed no one was capable of.

He plans to betray Hannibal at the final dinner with Jack and arrest him when he begins the plan to kill Jack.

Does that sound familiar? Person A befriends Person B, makes them feel accepted, and then betrays them and gets them thrown in jail. Person B's revenge is to befriend Person A and make them feel accepted only to turn and and betray them to get them thrown in jail.

It's a pretty fair revenge right? The only way it could have been more even was if Will somehow gave Hannibal brain cancer or something. (Though you could argue that the attempted murder makes up for it.)

Except, no, because Will doesn't go through with it.

He changes his mind and decides not to do the betraying part. He makes a very real attempt to accept Hannibal's offer and run away with him. And yet, in Hannibal's eyes, he accepted too late. And we all know what happened in Mizumono. A complete bloodbath.

That's the equivalent of someone punching you, and when you punch them back, they gut you in their fucking kitchen.

I also want to point out something specific in Mizumono.

Hannibal slices through Will's abdomen and says the words "I forgive you. Can you forgive me?"

REMEMBER THAT.

Now what happens in Season 3?

Hannibal leaves for Italy with Bedelia and is living in Florence with her.

It takes 8 months for Will to fully recover, not only from his physical wounds, but from the emotional ones. Hannibal leaving him behind. Grieving Abigail for the second time.

Will mentions, two separate times in this season, how he wanted to run away with Hannibal. When Jack asks why he warned Hannibal he says "Because he was my friend...and because I wanted to run away with him." Later, in Italy, when Jack asks if he will disappear with Hannibal when they find him, Will replies "Part of me will always want to."

Also, people never mention this, but everyone who survived the bloodbath knew Will had betrayed them. After Will took the risk to betray everyone to try and follow Hannibal, Hannibal left him behind with the people he betrayed for him.

Will travels to places where Hannibal has been to try and figure him out. Why that happened. What went so wrong. He visits the chapel in Palermo, the entrance to Hannibal's mind palace. He visits his childhood home and leaves flowers on Mischa's grave and a tableau of the man who killed her. He takes a tour that ends with him in Florence, where Hannibal "became a man", and finds him there.

They have, by all accounts, a pleasant conversation. They leave the Uffizi Gallery together and Will pulls a knife from his pocket. Chiyoh shoots him before we ever see how that plays out. And afterwards, Hannibal has him so drugged he can barely string a sentence together to explain himself. Then Hannibal attempts to murder him. Like saw open his skull and eat his brain.

Now this is purely speculation, but I have always had a pretty clear idea of what Will was attempting here, although he had arguably bad timing.

Earlier in the season, when Will was following Hannibal through the catacombs, he calls out "I forgive you." Which is a call back to when Hannibal forgave him in Mizumono.

Now how did Hannibal forgive him? He stabbed him, sliced him open with a knife, enough to hurt, really hurt, but not enough to kill him. He left him with a scar. A physical reflection of the emotional pain he caused Hannibal.

I will argue until the day I die that Will was attempting to reciprocate that idea here.

Hannibal reacts like Will was attempting to kill him. That getting that close and having that conversation about how intertwined they were was another ruse. I think in part it was an emotional reaction, though Hannibal would deny it. I mean, fool me once shame on you, but fool me twice, shame on me, right?

Of course, Hannibal doesn't get a chance to kill him because they are interrupted by the mercenaries Mason hired kidnapping them and taking them back to the States.

This is another big thing, because Mason wasn't after Will at all, not really. He was simply a bonus to Mason, and since he had them both, he decided to use Will, by cutting off his face and using it like a mask. Will is constantly catching strays for being associated with Hannibal.

They get out of this situation, narrowly, due to Alana's intervention and Hannibal rescues Will and takes them both back to Wolftrap.

When Will wakes up, Hannibal is acting like they're all hunky dory, like he didn't just make an attempt on Will's life.

Will tells him to fuck off. "I’m not gonna miss you. I’m not gonna find you. I’m not going to look for you. I don’t want to know where you are or what you do. I don’t want to think about you anymore."

AND THIS IS SO VALID !!

Will has made so many attempts to meet Hannibal at his level. Every single attempt at reciprocity between them has ended in Hannibal lashing out. Despite all of Hannibal's claims of wanting an equal, he never lets Will commit acts of betrayal and violence on the same level as him. If I was Will, I would also be done with him. It's so exhausting putting so much energy into someone only to constantly get it thrown back in your face like that.

(Also why I believe, in the show canon, their relationship doesn't work until Hannibal gets humbled by three years in prison.)

This is why you may hear me say things like "Hannibal has the emotional intelligence of a toddler" or calling him a hypocrite and stuff like that. Again, I LOVE Hannibal, he's one of my favorite fictional characters, period. But sir, you're so dumb. How can someone so clever be so stupid?

#hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #murder husbands #hannigram #hannibal analysis #hannibal spoilers

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six-paths-of-jeanmarco · 8 months ago

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You wanna talk about Reiner, Jean and Marco?

Okay, let's talk about Reiner, Jean and Marco. Buckle up, there's a lot to talk about.

Disclaimer: this is not an anti post to any character or ship, quite the opposite. Read the whole thing before you jump to conclusions, thanks :)

Well, yes and no. First and foremost, the background. Jean and the rest of the cadets, while each had a goal, were training to defend what they thought to be all that was left of the human species. For 100 years, the walls protected them, but they were no longer secure. The military was humanity's last hope of survival. With these unimaginably high stakes always looming over them, the cadets ought to have developed a complex bond that would be very hard to put into words. Let's just say they were something more than just siblings in arms, and you could tell that. Throughout the series, you never get the impression that Jean and the others truly wanted to kill RBA. It also explains why Marco questioned Reiner and Bert about their conversation before he even realized he's made a mistake.

However, we also have to remember this scene. This happened not long after Marco's death. Realistically speaking, I don't see how Jean wouldn't have harboured a healthy amount of hatred in his heart. But it never overcame him because his grief over losing Marco was much stronger than his hatred for those who caused it.

He won't get his answers from Annie, but he could get them from Reiner after they captured him in Shiganshina. He convinced Hange to not execute him due to a mix of the aforementioned bond and his need to understand what truly happened to Marco and what were the shifters' true goals. And of course, because preserving one's life, even an enemy's, is in Jean's nature.

There's so much to unpack here, but first, let's focus on the idea that "the people who killed Marco were the same as Jean himself", which is a false equivalence supported by other false equivalences.

There's RBA's mission to commit straight up genocide against Paradis, and the raid of Liberio or Eren's plan to steal the War Hammer, ensure that the world hates Paradis, and use his friends as his escape route. Sure, the Scouts could have chosen not to aid Eren, let him be captured, lose the Founding Titan, and allow Marley to destroy them once and for all. Not a hard choice at all, right? The only thing that those two events have in common is the fact that the shifters were responsible for almost all of the casualties. In fact, as a commanding officer, Jean did everything in his power to avoid civilian casualties in Liberio. He even failed to kill Falco and Pieck.

Then there's Marco's murder and the clash with the Yeagerists. All I'm going to say about the former at this point is that Reiner had other options to keep Marco from endangering their mission other than killing him. But fundamentally speaking, the two situations share nothing in common. The circumstances that led to them happening, the power dynamics between the parties involved, the stakes, and the context itself makes them practically unrelated. The alliance had to leave the island or the Rumbling would have ended the world. The Yeagerists gave them no choice other than to fight them. Saying that Reiner and Jean are "the same" it's like saying a killer who murdered their victim is just as bad as a survivor who killed their aggressor in self defense. The killer could've chosen not to commit murder, whereas the survivor didn't have a choice. In this case, the world is the victim while the Yeagerists are complicit for interfering with the only people that could stop the Rumbling. Of course, that doesn't mean Jean shouldn't have felt anything after he killed his former comrades, he'd be ooc.

In fact, these aren't just my thoughts. Some of these points are made by Isayama himself:

Notice how Yelena frames the raid as a nation wide attack? Except, that's not what it was at all. The Scouts only attacked the internment zone while Eren and Armin ravaged it and the port of Liberio respectively, two locations in one of the thousands of cities an empire as large as Marley must've had. And they did so to prevent Marley from gaining the means that would've allowed them to destroy Paradis. As for what Reiner and Annie did to the walls and their people, Yelena's accusations are hitting the nail.

These issues are never properly addressed in the following chapters. Instead, they were used to lay the foundations for the "we're the same" fallacious dialogue. Isayama didn't have to throw every single Scout in the same gray soup as the Warriors since they've already proven to be complex characters in the previous arcs. His own writing didn't support it. Imo, that's why he failed in this regard.

The campfire scene is a highlight, that one thing is true. It's extremely important for Jean and Marco's relationship. Marco wasn't just Jean's most significant person throughout the series (aside from his mom), he was also his most significant loss. A wound in his very being.

Not knowing what truly happened to Marco, what were his last moments, was an open wound on its own. When Reiner finally confessed, Jean had the closure he'd thought he'd never get. Now he could start the long process of healing - partially, because such pain never truly goes away. You just learn how to live with it, and Jean already has plenty of experience in that field. I think this is a very powerful message, important too. Grief is not something inherently bad. It's up to you what you do with. You either allow it to consume you, or you hold it tight, you cherish it as a sign that what you had was real, still is real, you let it shape you into a better person, one that understands pain and wishes for no one to have to go through something similar. Jean is the latter, ever the kind-hearted man.

This should have been Jean and Marco's intimate moment, but Reiner intruded on it with his self-pitying babbling. There are lines that mustn't be crossed. That's when Jean snapped and attacked him. He didn't do anything after he learned the truth, just told Reiner to shut up, which he didn't do.

There's a glaring difference between Jean's reaction and what Reiner did after Marco overheard his discussion with Bert, what he did after Marco begged him to talk it over, to talk with him. He executed him like an animal; worse than that, he betrayed him, crushed his soul, denied him any chance of survival, left him behind for the titan to finish the job.

Marco was kind, understanding, supportive, good-natured, bright, forgiving, a true leader worth following. He wanted to serve the king because that's how he thought he could serve his people best (this is clearly inspired by the relationship the people of Japan had with their emperor before he renounced his divine status). Yes, he was also wrong about some things he didn't have the chance to understand as one of the early deaths. But Marco represented something we should all strive to be: a good human being.

On the other hand, Reiner strived to be a hero. Someone who'd wipe out all the devils. Someone driven by selfish ideals that have been shaped by prejudice and hatred. Only a monster would kill someone like Marco. As I said earlier, he had other choices to deal with him. He already broke his legs, so Marco would've been entirely dependent on his help to survive. Reiner could've coerced him to keep quiet or else Bert would kill everyone with his shifter ability, or even force him to aid Annie with gathering intel in the inner walls. Reiner knew Marco wasn't stupid, he would've complied with his demands, if not to save himself, at least to prevent a disaster. And yet, Reiner still chose to murder him, a choice that only a monster could make, a choice that would ruin his mental health, a choice that would turn him into a shell of a man.

If there's one character that is bound to Marco by trauma and guilt, it's Reiner. He was no hero as his story was written with the blood of his many victims. Killing Marco forced Reiner realize he was the monster all along, not the people he was sent to exterminate. Not the people he didn't see as people. His trauma was so egregious because he couldn't face this monster that would murder someone like Marco, - and once he did - because he couldn't stand this monster that was he. Quite ironic to say that Marco symbolizes naivety while the hero that never was was falling apart as the realization of what he did started to kick in. Hard.

Combined with this realization, that choice would make him do the right thing in the end. To me, this was the whole point of Reiner's character arc. To stress the idea that a single choice fueled by hatred has an unmeasurable weight and only leads to unthinkable consequences. It's about doing the right thing after constantly doing the wrong thing. It's about showing that there is no us vs them and that the dehumanization of the Other only leads to mass destruction and self destruction. Change is not impossible as long as you keep moving forward and you give meaning to pain and guilt. Unless you stand for nothing, kill for nothing, and then die for nothing, like Bert did. A literal representation of the quote "Apathy is death". Or end up as self-centered as Annie, to the point where you'll unapologetically say you'd do it all again. Instead of saying you'd try to change your actions. But Reiner did change. He joined forces with Jean and the rest because he was finally able to see them as what they always were: human beings whose lives are just as precious as all the lives in the world. And that his own life might still be worth something. Reiner hurt Jean far too deep to fully reconciliate, but they were no longer divided by hatred.

Take away the impact Marco had on him and you'd do Reiner a great disservice.

Jean could've also chosen to do some things different. He could've returned to the camp and kill Reiner and Annie in their sleep. Cut off their heads and return back to Paradis as a hero, and finally have the quiet life that he wanted, but he didn't. Or he could've stayed in that forest for the rest of his life, to hell with everyone else, but he didn't. It wasn't because Marco's expectations had him on a leash.

Learning the truth about what happened to Marco, learning his final words made him realize that he became a man worth Marco's timely praise. And that man would never let resent, revenge, or retribution turn him into a monster. He is a man that always chooses to do the right thing because he strives against his own demons, and Marco is the person who helps him choose this life.

It's not trauma nor guilt that keeps Jean and Marco connected, it's love, be it platonic or romantic. How can it be anything else? Marco gave him this moment:

And before this, Marco told him he's cut out to be a leader. Marco told him "I'm alive because of you". Marco made him smile for real. Do you know how much of an impact just a few words of encouragement can have on a 15 years old boy with low self esteem and no real purpose in life? He'll never forget them for as long as he lives, especially if they're coming from someone who means a lot to him. How can you take something as meaningful as that and turn it into something ugly? Marco gave him clarity.

Marco's neither a blessing nor a curse. Especially not the latter. This is how Jean remembers him four years after he had found his lifeless corpse:

Of all his fallen comrades, Jean only sees him. This is the face that Jean turns to in his darkest hours. The eyes that look back at Jean are soulful, kind, sincere, comforting. Marco's facial expression is warm and tender. You wouldn't tell this was a 16 years old boy who had died a most gruesome death.

It matters too little they don't have cameras in Paradis, no picture could reproduce Marco's image with as much love as Jean's mind does. And it matters that much when you think about how much symbolism there is in aot. None of this is coincidental at all.

Jean always turns to Marco for hope, for strength, for solace, and to remind himself of his own kindness, that in a world as cruel as that of aot, there's still love and there's still light, if not outside, then within.

Marco's no curse, no blessing, no symbol, he is just a boy whose words and actions had a great impact on those around him, especially on his best friend (and dare I say, soulmate) who misses him dearly. He left his mark on the plot and themes of aot, whether you want to acknowledge that or not.

Edit: Forgot to add this (my drafts are a mess):

I do agree that Jean saving Reiner's life is important. No, they could never go back to being friends. Who'd be friends with their best friend's murderer? I'll say it again, Reiner hurt Jean far too deep for them to ever fully reconciliate. Besides, Jean himself stated that he could never forgive him for what he did. The logic is sadly not logic-ing with this one. But that doesn't mean he cannot see Reiner as a human being. The difference between Reiner and Jean is that Jean always saw everyone as people.

It's important because it shows how far Jean has come. It's important because it shows how much truth was in Marco's words right from the beginning. Jean is humanity's best - not because he is flawless, far from it, but because this flawed man will always find the strenght to do what's right. Because when good men go to war, they don't see sides, not really, they see the horrors of their actions.

In a way, aot is Jean's story. And Reiner's. And Marco's. I still have plenty of criticism for this series, but the web of complex relationships between these three characters is one of the things that Isayama did right.

#jean kirstein #marco bott #reiner braun #jeanmarco #jean kirschtien #jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein #marco bodt #aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot meta

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pigeonpeach · 2 years ago

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Yandere Genshin men

Content warning: kidnapping, drugging, lots and LOTS OF MANIPULATION, lots of mentions of murder including of reader in some cases. Also this is a yandere post ofc shits disturbing please proceed with caution

Characters included: Scaramouche, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Ayato

Kaeya: Manipuulator

Lets be honest Kaeya wouldn’t be the typical kidnapper and basement yandere unless it was REALLY the ONLY option. But any freedom he gives you is pretty much a illusion. He’s a charming man, he’ll find a way to sweep someone like you off your feet and wrapped around his finger. He’ll always try to come off as the most capable and smart between you two. He won’t demand you stop seeing a male friend he doesn’t like. He’ll find some way to get said friend to slip up or fall out of your good graces. Framing, blackmail, whatever. Last on the list is murder. Which of course he’d get away with. He’d plant seeds into your head that as a captain its his duty to protect, he knows this game so you could at least listen to him. Celestia could not save you if you were a anxious or shy type. He’d play into your fears to the point you would willingly stay home all day with no need for chains or shackles. He has no need to immediately dive into extreme actions but he has nothing really stopping him from doing so completely. If someone poses a threat to his charade, they will be cut down. They won’t get the chance to utter a word.

Scaramouche: Scared

He actually does love you. If he can love at all that is. He however has never experienced a healthy permanent love. He’s certain you’ll leave one day. He doesn’t like hurting you. He likes controlling you. Because surely then he could keep you from leaving right? If you ever do want to leave you’ll have to fake your death if you really want to. And even so could bear hearing his cries. He’s not that much of a crier but he had foolishly hoped he could keep you at least that. He was a fool to think love could give him the heart he seeked. Never let him find you again after this. Because he will probably just kill you. After the fake out he come to the conclusion his love was s waste of energy he will be more eager to rid himself of his obsession than he will be to keep you alive. So if you stay instead you’ll have to drag him to some therapy.

Childe: Hunter

Oh boy. Arguably the worst so far. He’ll drag you to a cabin in His wintery hell homeland and let you experience the cold with nothing to aid you. Only to swoop in to save the day before you can die. So you’ll know to leave his home is death guaranteed. He’ll put you through hell til it feels like heaven. You’ll learn to crave his affection doting side. The caring husband. You’ll learn to cling to him. You won’t have a choice. If he has to he’ll drug you. Some kind of love potion perhaps? Whatever it takes. He however does want to love you. He does want nothing more than to just let you be a stay at home partner waiting on him to visit. Guarded by fatui soldiers with hearts as cold as a blizzard. To come home to you and a couple kiddos. He’ll be a loving father to them and you. He just has to… break you in a little before he can safely believe in you.

Diluc: Protector

Well at least you won’t be totally alone. Or totally trapped. You’ll be watched by the maids and locked in the mansion you’ll be allowed to go outside only when he’s there. With his hand tight around your waist, having already cleared any camps of monsters or treasure hoarders miles away. He’ll do everything to make you feel more comfortable here. He can’t afford to lose you. And really he does have a point when he says the world isn’t safe for you now. You’re the lover of Diluc, enemy of the Abyss Order and the Fatui. There is no way they wouldn’t take advantage of you. There is no way they wouldn’t snatch you away within a instant. He could never live with himself if he let that be the case. You’ll never be bored if you’re good. He’ll get you art supplies if you wish, any books that you would like. Even pets if you would like. Perhaps if he was really really in a good mood he may just maybe take you into town. Probably on a more proper date. He’d be easy to trick at least. You need only to kiss him on the cheek or perk up whenever he enters the room, to curl yourself into his body at night, hold his face gently and lovingly and he’ll become pure putty in your grasp. Its really just Adeline you gotta watch for she’s not blinded by the desperation for affection that Diluc is. You will have to put on quite the show to convince her too. And even if you did find a way to escape, you might find Diluc was right when he said the world isn’t safe for you anymore. What organization wouldn’t be able to capture a mere mortal to use as a bargaining chip for their most hated enemy. So maybe, you really should stay.

Kamisato Ayato: Spoiled

Ayato is a prized bachelor of high society. He could have anyone with a mere point of his finger. No family would resist him. No parent would deny him. So why do you? Why do you insist on playing hard to get when he’s already got you by your ball and chain? Truly you must be blind or damaged if you think being with him is so bad. He no doubt has you observed 24/7. Eventually one day a masked man tries to attack you and who should come to your aid but the very man who holds you hostage. He’ll hold you while you tremble muttering nonsense as he whispers sweet reassurances into your ears. Every moment without him seems to be terrifying all of the sudden. You’re left alone most of the time as you refuse to be obedient and suddenly you find you’ve become insanely paranoid to the point you start begging and pleading for ayato to come. Anyone will do you just can’t be alone. You become so needy for his affection never noticing your daily drink of water in the morning is a tad bit salty. He’d definitely drug you but more or less to get you to associate him with comfort and safety so that you’ll come to love him. But if he has to keep drugging your water then that’s fine too. Whatever he wants he gets and he will have you.

#yandere childe x reader #mild yandere themes #yandere genshin impact #yandere #yandere scaramouche #yandere kaeya #yandere diluc #yandere ayato #yandere tartaglia #genshin imagines #kunikushi x reader #wanderer x reader #diluc ragnivindr x you #childe #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #kaeya x reader

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 5 months ago

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Twst with a very little twist

Part 3 - Leona’s chapter / If at first you don’t succeed

Summary: Local baby appears in a coffin in a different world with no identification or way home. Prevents several mental breakdowns accidentally. More at 11.

(Masterlist)

Leona stared at the kid Crowley was trying to hand off to him. He kept his arms firmly crossed over his chest to block this from happening, but this was not deterring the man from trying.

“Kingscholar,” Crowley said, his smile strained at the edges. “It would not be fair to leave all of the responsibility to Heartslabyul alone!”

Trey Clover smiled nervously over the Headmaster’s shoulder. “We wouldn’t mind.”

“He said they wouldn’t mind,” Leona said, lifting a hand briefly to gesture for Crowley to turn around and leave.

The Headmaster, though, saw this as an opportunity. He shoved the baby into the crook of his elbow, forcing his arm to close around it, and Leona was forced to either grab hold or let the kid fall.

Leona, regrettably, chose not to let the kid die… actually, perhaps chose is not the correct word to use. It was a force of habit more than anything – he was a Magift player, of course he was going to make sure the projectile that was practically tossed at him didn’t hit the ground. He’d lose possession of the ball!

By the time his brain had caught up to his body, Crowley had taken flight. Literally. Shooting hundreds of feet up in the air because he knew that it was the only way Leona wouldn’t be able to catch him and give the child back.

Leona had half a mind to try throwing the child at the man but, frankly, he didn’t trust Crowley to save them, and attempted child murder should always be avoided. Especially when there are several witnesses around, at least one of which is apparently attached to said child.

Speaking of…

Leona glowered at Trey Clover. “What are you looking at?”

Trey’s eyes widened and he took time to send one last wave to Curly before turning around and booking it out of their dorm.

Absently, Leona noted that the boy was surprisingly fast despite his somewhat bulky frame. He could be a threat in the upcoming Magift games.

Leona should take him out.

Unfortunately, Trey was in his third year. Third-years are expected to be very well versed in flight and wind magic (Leona should know, seeing as this wasn’t exactly his first time being a third-year). Which meant making him fall down the stairs was not exactly an option. Beyond that, though, he wasn’t exactly a ‘careless’ person, meaning staging a different kind of accident would be even more difficult.

He heard the guy baked, and Leona wanted to do something with that, but he only did it in the safety of his dorm, meaning it would be hard to get Ruggie in there without being noticed…

So… it would be hard to take him down directly. Maybe if he was distracted by something else?

He glanced down at Curly, who was waving after Trey long after he had disappeared from view.

If the guy was that attached to the kid after barely a month and a half, so much so that he would come into another dorm so he could bargain with Crowley up to the very last second, then how attached was he to that childhood friend of his? If Riddle Rosehearts were to, say, take a little fall, would he try to help?

Maybe, if Leona was lucky, the both of them would accidentally work against each other while trying to catch themselves and each other, and he would take two powerful players out of the game at once.

The kid, apparently, finally realized that Trey was gone and not coming back. They slumped over his arms.

Wow. Zero years old and the kid was already done with life. Leona had never related to a child more.

Maybe Cheka had been a fluke. People always talk about kids being the best, most fulfilling part of a person’s life, or whatever the hell. Maybe this was what they were talking about. Solidarity, with a small little someone who practically never leaves your side for fear of starving to death. Was this what character development feels like? A new understanding?

Curly peered up at him through their messy fringe.

And then they reached up, towards the top of Leona’s hair.

Nope. Absolutely not. No no no. Gross. Character development canceled. He flattened his ears back before they could touch them.

The kid did not seem particularly happy about this.

Good. At least Leona wasn’t alone in his misery.

Though he would prefer not to be miserable at all. He handed the kid off to Ruggie. “You deal with it.”

“Oh hell no, I don’t want to take care of it either –!”

“I’ll pay you to babysit.”

Ruggie looked down at the baby for a moment, seeing them in a new light, dollar signs practically shining in his eyes. “How much?”

“Three thousand madols a day.”

“Don’t be stingy.”

Leona scoffed. “Don’t be greedy, more like.”

They were silent for a moment. Ruggie’s face lit up in a strange kind of smile, one that was more than a baring of teeth than anything else.

Ruggie pushed the child into Leona’s chest once again. Leona was starting to get deja vu. Curly did not seem particularly happy about getting passed around like a hot potato.

At least Ruggie seemed to be having a good time. One of them had to be.

“Oh, woe is me. The Headmaster so graciously handed the child over to you, it would be wrong for me, someone who is not even Vice Housewarden, to have such a task delegated to me. I could never go against direct orders from the person who runs the prestigious institution at which I reside.”

Leona gritted his teeth.

“Stingy,” the kid parroted.

“Exactly right, he’s so stingy, isn’t he?” Ruggie said.

Curly nodded firmly.

They don’t even know what that word means!

They grabbed a braid in his hair and pulled. Oh, for the love of –.

“Five thousand madols,” he gave in.

Ruggie smirked. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

And, with that, he turned the kid in his arms.

“You and I are going to be best friends,” he told the kid.

Curly reached up and, this time, succeeded in grabbing an ear. Ruggie, to his credit, only barely flinched, before tipping his head forward to allow the kid full access.

The kid beamed. “Fluffy!”

And, so, a vaguely exasperated Ruggie resigned himself to being pet.

Unfortunately, this did not mean Leona was completely free from the responsibility of taking care of a child. If he wanted to take out the competition before the Magift Tournament, he would need Ruggie to use his Unique Magic, since it would make it seem more like an accident to passersby, and carrying around a toddler was not good for stealth.

He grimaced as he watched the kid wander around his room. He had tried to make Curly lay down for a nap, but it seemed Curly had recently decided that naps were government propaganda to make you less productive, because they kicked and screamed until he eventually let them back up.

He had hoped that would be the end of it, but alas. It seemed that Curly’s crusade against naptime extended to other people, too. The moment Leona laid his head down to sleep, he was woken up again by his tail getting stepped on.

He snatched up a giggling Curly. Did they think his bared teeth were a joke?!

Leona took a long, deep breath to steady himself. And then another. A third one for good measure. He looked at Curly for even longer, trying to get across just how unamused he was.

Curly, being a toddler, did not seem to care, wriggling in his grip.

“Fine,” he gritted out. “What do you want to do?”

Curly beamed.

You know, despite having spent… longer at Night Raven College than the average student, Leona couldn’t say he had been to Sam’s shop that many times. It was just as strange as he remembered it. Classic groceries contrasting with the many occult items. The almost overpowering smell of disinfectant, likely to cover up something, but he was fine not knowing exactly what. Shadows that seemed too whole, almost seeming to move when he wasn’t looking directly at them.

Let’s just say that Leona didn’t send Ruggie on all of his grocery runs solely due to his laziness.

It was mostly laziness, don’t get him wrong!

But there was also a healthy level of wariness, too.

Curly, of course, did not seem to have a single self-preserving bone in their body. They waddled through the door with the kind of determination that only a toddler in search of candy can have.

Sam grinned at the pair of them from behind the counter. “Ah, littlest imp, you’re back!”

Curly spun around on their heel to wave at the man, immediately distracted from their mission. “Hi, Mr. Sam!”

Leona watched, mildly amused, as the kid made their way over. They smiled widely at the few shopping students they passed, who all smiled back, with varying levels of sincerity.

Curly really did like everyone.

It was, frankly, as if they didn’t have a favorite person at all.

Leona crossed his arms over his chest. Frankly, he thought it was weird. And dangerous — even Cheka tended to stick with his family members, since he was smart enough to know that strangers might be assassins in disguise.

And, even assuming the kid didn’t have to deal with assassins, had their parents never taught them stranger danger? What if they got kidnapped?

… wait, was Leona technically harboring a kidnapped child?

He grimaced at the thought. And then decided that he was simply no longer going to think about it.

He made his way over to the only part of the store that was ‘new’ — a kids’ section. Fully equipped. There had always been kids' items, for the sake of people who become teen parents, but usually those things were kept in the back of the store, and would be brought out only upon demand.

Not anymore, though, for whatever reason.

Maybe, with all of the shopping trips Ruggie had been forced to take Curly on, Sam had realized that having the items out for the kid to see would ultimately get him more money.

“— it’s soft, too! Here, touch!” Sam said, kneeling down to present Curly with a fuzzy onesie.

Curly reached a pudgy hand out and gasped at the apparent softness.

“We’re here for candy,” Leona said, seeing as both the kid and Sam seemed to have forgotten.

Curly looked up at him, wide-eyed, the onesie still hugged to his chest like a teddy bear. “I wannit.”

“You —?” Leona groaned. It wasn’t worth it to argue. “Fine, sure, whatever. Go grab some candy, too, so we can go.”

It was not that easy. For, you see, every time Leona would look away, even to check his phone, Sam would present Curly with a new item, and Curly would beg for it. Leona wasn’t sure where he was pulling them all from. All he knew was that his hatred for Sam’s shop was only growing by the minute.

And there was a lot of minutes.

They left the store a half hour later. Leona glowered at Sam over his shoulder, the straps of his many grocery bags digging into his hands.

Sam simply smiled, lifting a hand in a wave. “Thanks for the business! Come again soon!”

Ruggie laughed at him for a solid three minutes when he came back to find Curly in a bear onesie, a stuffed mermaid toy hugged to his chest, passed out on Leona’s rug for some reason even though there was a perfectly good bed a meter away.

“Didn’t know you had a soft spot,” Ruggie teased.

“I’m docking your pay.”

Ruggie spluttered.

“Wait, hold on, Leona, learn to take a joke —!”

Leona didn’t have enough curse words for what was going on. And he spoke several languages!

He was woken from his nap to a lot more shouting than he would personally prefer, someone shaking his shoulder persistently. He scowled, flipping over in bed to try and get away from the evil that plagued him, and pressing his face into his pillow, half-hoping he could somehow suffocate himself this way.

The hand was back, and it was back with a vengeance.

Leona was pushed to the floor.

For a moment, he thought about falling asleep in a heap on his rug (Curly might have been right, it really wasn’t all that uncomfortable), out of sheer spite.

But then he opened his eyes.

Mostly because Ruggie said, “Hey, Curly, could you help me wake him up?” and Leona really didn’t want to find out how the kid would interpret that.

Ruggie looked mildly disappointed that he didn’t get to watch Curly kick him, but panic was quick to swallow even that.

“Heartslabyul is picking around.”

Leona narrowed his eyes. “Did you leave anything behind?”

“No!” Ruggie said, surprisingly confident about this despite his concern. “I don’t know why they’re here!”

Leona mulled this over. So, Heartslabyul was here… they shouldn’t know that they were behind the mysterious injuries around campus. And, even if they had known, Leona doubted they would care all that much…

“Any chance they’re looking for Curly?”

Curly lit up.

“Someone told me they were looking for Jack Howl.”

Leona wracked his brain for a second. “That one freshman?”

Ruggie shrugged, nodding.

Okay, fine, Leona was curious. He pushed himself to his feet. “Alright, let’s go see what they want.”

Ruggie picked up Curly. “I’m guessing you wanna see them all, too?”

Curly nodded, beaming.

“Good, ‘cause I wasn’t gonna leave you in this room alone,” Ruggie chirped, pinching Curly’s nose, smiling when they giggled and batted at his hands.

And he said Leona had a soft spot?

They found the Heartslabyul group while they were talking to Jack. And two other people that were on Savanaclaw’s Magift team, Louie and Ronno, who were clearly trying to get the Heartslabyul kids to flee.

Jack just seemed annoyed that Heartslabyul wasn’t letting him leave the conversation, to be honest.

“What’s going on here?” Leona sighed.

Instantly, everyone went tense.

The three Heartslabyul students in attendance softened, though, when they saw Curly. Ruggie set the squirming kid down, and they immediately ran over to hug that one annoying freshman with red hair.

Said freshman smirked at his two dorm mates. And then knelt down to hug Curly back. “Hey, kid, they treating you well here?”

Curly nodded, his eyes gleaming. “They give me lotsa candy!”

“Jeez, they’ve already assimilated,” Cater said mournfully, pulling at one of the bear ears on Curly’s onesie.

Leona blinked. He’d noticed that Curly had had a favorite outfit, but he’d never really put any thought to it. The outfit was just as soft as Sam had advertised it, surely there wasn’t much more to it. But, now, he wondered if they wore it because they felt out of place in a dorm where almost everyone was a yajugen.

“Of course they like it better here,” Ronno said. “This is the best dorm, y’know.”

Cater made a disbelieving clicking sound with his teeth.

Ronna narrowed his eyes, taking a step forward, as if preparing to fight Cater. Leona almost didn’t want to stop him, just because it would be a pain, but it wouldn’t do to have one of his Magift team members getting disqualified…

The blue-haired freshman stepped in for him, though:

“Guys. Trey’s hurt. This isn’t the time to be messing around.”

(When Curly hugged his leg, though, he immediately uncrossed his arms to put his hand atop their head, his serious expression softening.)

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” Cater said, waving off the boy’s seriousness with a wide grin. He turned to Leona. “There’s been a string of ‘accidents’ involving Magift players, so we came here to warn you guys about it. Not that I think you’ll have much difficulty with it, Leona.”

Leona fought not to let anything show on his face. “What?”

“Since you’re so intimidating!” Cater said. For a second, his eyes narrowed at Leona, and then they continued on the crinkle in a smile that was so fake Leona’s skin crawled. “So, we’re mostly just here to tell Ruggie and Jack here to look out.”

Ruggie’s lips twitched in that way it always did right before he laughed. Leona sent him a severe look out of the corner of his eyes.

Jack scowled. “You couldn’t have done this during school? Or track club, Deuce?”

The blue-haired one, Deuce, flushed red. “It seemed more convenient to do it here, so we could tell both you and Ruggie at the same time.”

“Besides, it’s hard to investigate dorms without stepping inside them,” the redheaded one added, flippantly, though there was something sly in the way he smiled. “So… here we are!”

“Are you accusing us of something?” Louie asked.

“Yeah, I am, actually,” said the redhead.

“Ace,” snapped Deuce. He was ignored.

“You’re super suspicious.”

“On what grounds?”

“You are acting a little hostile,” Cater said, smiling.

“I’ll show you hostile —,” snapped Ronno, stepping forward once again, only to be stopped by a hand on his chest.

“No. You’re going to get disqualified if you fight them. Instead, how about we all play a little game of Magift together?” Leona smiled, all teeth. “No holds barred.”

Ruggie walked over to Jack, Curly held out in front of him.

“Heyyyy, Jack, take care of Curly for me while we teach these trespassers right and wrong, yeah?”

Jack looked like he was going to disagree.

But then his arms jerked forward to meet Ruggie’s, his hands closing around them.

Ruggie dispelled his signature spell, smirking and saluting Jack. “Thanks, man!”

Jack was left standing there, a squirming child in his outstretched hands, his eyes wide.

Curly was looking at Jack, clearly just as surprised.

But about something else entirely: “Woooooah, you’re big!”

Leona snorted as he walked away, towards the middle of the field, summoning a Magift disk so they could start their little ‘game’.

They managed to get through a little over a game and a half before Jack came back over. Curly was attempting to climb him like a jungle gym, but he was clearly trying to pretend it wasn’t happening.

(His tail was wagging, though, which was definitely giving him away a little.)

“Are you guys done picking on these amateurs?” Jack asked, coldly. The effect was dampened by the child who had noticed his tail and was now trying to grab it.

“Not really!” said Louie.

The three Heartslabyul students, who had been damn near on the ground, immediately attempted to ‘look natural’. Ace went from being flopped on his back to lounging in the sun. Deuce, who had been on crawling on his hands and knees, found his way into a more casual sitting position. Cater stood straighter, arms crossed to hide the way his chest heaved with every breath.

Note to self, Leona thought, bemused, being scared of looking like a wimp in front of a child is a good source of adrenaline.

“What you’re doing is disgusting, and I don’t want to see it,” said Jack.

“Awww, gonna be their knight in shining armor?” Ruggie teased.

Jack scoffed. “Hardly. But if you continue with this, I will have to try to stop you.”

Leona groaned, the amusement bleeding out of him as if it had never been there at all. “You’re ruining our fun.”

“Good!” said Ace, spitefully.

Leona rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Let’s go, everyone.”

Ruggie made his way over to Jack, stepping on Ace’s stomach along the way, to take Curly back from him. “Thanks for your help! Come by my room anytime if you wanna take care of him again!”

Jack rolled his eyes. His tail was wagging, though.

Leona raised an eyebrow. “If you have someone else do the work for you, I have no reason to pay you, Ruggie.”

“Nevermind everything I just said, Jack!”

The freshman’s ears drooped just slightly.

“Running with a kid in your arms is hard,” complained Ruggie, mostly to himself. He flopped into Leona’s bed, lifting Curly above him. “You’re heavy, y’know, I should cut back on your sweets.”

Curly gasped in absolute horror. “No!”

“Ahhhh, you’ve convinced me, I guess,” Ruggie said, smiling. “It’s Leona’s money, anyways.”

“I’m going to dock your pay again,” Leona warned as he stepped out of the bathroom..

Ruggie immediately jumped off of the bed, his eyes wide. He turned to look at Leona. A nervous smile made its way across his face. “A-ah… Leona… didn’t… know you were home yet!”

For a yajugen, Ruggie really was unobservant. He barely ever used his enhanced senses. They were, clearly, wasted on him.

He probably had no idea that Jack was currently lingering outside of their door.

Leona tapped his foot on the floor. “So? Are you going to tell me what you had to run away from?”

“The Heartslabyul kids totally suspect us,” said Ruggie.

Leona crossed his arms over his chest. “Do they have any proof?”

“Nah. They noticed my UM yesterday, when I made Jack grab Curly here, but that’s not really proof — just circumstantial evidence.”

“Then continue on as normal, just be more careful,” Leona waved off his concerns. “Speaking of… Jack, get in here.”

For a few seconds, it was silent. And then Jack, slowly, opened the door, making his way inside.

“I… wanted to see Curly, again.”

Liar, thought Leona. “You wouldn’t admit that if it were true.”

“What’re you actually doing here? Need someone to sing you a lullaby to get you to sleep?” Ruggie said, grinning. “I’ve gotten pretty good at that recently.”

Curly nodded his agreement.

“… why are you two doing all of this?” Jack asked.

Leona sighed. “Ruggie, go put the kid in the bath so I can explain everything.”

Ruggie gave a mocking salute. He went out of his way to shoulder check Jack on the way to the bathroom.

Leona waited until the door to the bathroom was shut before turning back to Jack. If he knew anything about kids, it was that they could not keep a secret for the life of them.

“We went up against Diasomnia in round one of the tournament two years running. We were eliminated both times. We’ve got a wall full of championship trophies, but Malleus Draconia ran circles around us like we were still in diapers. In front of the whole world. I looked like an incompetent moron. And now the pro league recruiters pass right by Savanaclaw.”

“That just means we’re not good enough!”

Leona shrugged. “I agree. That’s why we’ve gotta even the playing field.”

“This is wrong!”

“And?” said Leona. “It’s my job to look after this dorm, so I’m going to make dang su — damn sure — we succeed. This is our last chance to go up against Draconia, to restore our reputation! And you’re going to throw it away over, what, morals?”

Jack hesitated. “I can’t let you get away with this.”

Leona smiled. “And what will you do? You have no proof.”

Jack reached into his back pocket, smirking. Only for his expression to drop. He started patting himself down, even looking at the floor for a second.

Ruggie chose that moment to poke his head out of the bathroom, grinning widely. He tossed Jack his phone, any footage he may have gotten deleted.

And then he gave Leona a slightly wary look. “Er… I don’t have anything for Curly to wear tonight. I wasn’t able to get to the laundry, what with Heartslabyul chasing me everywhere.”

Leona sighed. “Just give them one of your shirts. You’re pretty scrawny, it should be fine.”

Ruggie looked mildly offended, but was quick to disappear in search of his stuff.

“I… will stop you,” Jack said, firmly.

Leona snorted. “You can go ahead and try.”

Ruggie came back, his jersey slung over his shoulder. He sent Jack a smile and mocking little wave before disappearing into the bathroom again. Not even a minute later, Curly came out with Ruggie.

The jersey was way too big on them. Hanging off of both of their shoulders. The short sleeves nearly falling over their hands.

Leona punched a pillow. He was cool and suave and hated children he hated them he hated them so damn much.

At least he wasn’t the only one having a hard time. Ruggie was using the hand that Curly wasn’t holding to hide his face, mumbling curses under his breath. Jack looked perfectly fine, but his tail would have knocked over anyone who came within two meters of him.

The next morning, they had Magift practice, because damn if having a kid to take care of was going to stop them all from winning. This was an unfair disadvantage. Maybe Crowley simply hated them.

(Ignore all of the unfair disadvantages they had created for the other teams.)

But that begged the question of what to do with the kid while they practiced. It was early, on a Saturday, there was no way any of their dorm mates would be awake — and, even if they were awake, it was doubtful that they would agree to take care of Curly.

So, what to do…

Leona sighed and helped Curly onto his broom, getting on behind them, their head under his chin and his hands over theirs. Whatever. He could play Magift in his sleep, and the small handicap could help him get better at playing.

Curly gasped as they lifted off of the ground. They swung their legs back and forth, as if trying to run through the air, trying to help them go faster.

And, if any of his teammates dared to point out that Leona had wrapped his tail around the kid to ensure that they wouldn’t fall, then he would go extra hard on them during practice that day.

In the end, their plan didn’t work out. Heartslabyul had beaten them, Jack had helped them, and Savanaclaw was disqualified for the year.

Leona groaned, his face in his hands, sinking to his knees.

Diasomnia would win, and Malleus Draconia would be inducted into the hall of fame. Their chance at redeeming themselves was gone. All because of a rat in wolf’s clothing and a bunch of people who were mad at them because he went after their dorm’s Dad (or whatever the hell).

A small hand touched his shoulder.

He sighed, deeply, and removed his hands from his face. “What do you want?”

Curly looked at him for a long moment, before smiling. “A hug! I wanna hug!”

Leona barely got time to blink before Curly was crashing into his chest. Tiny arms wrapped around him — or… tried to, they barely even managed to get all of the way around his chest.

He blinked down at the mess of curls beneath his chin.

“I think you’re the coolest, Mr. Leona!”

It was a kid. And an overly friendly one at that. Their standards were probably very low. This meant nothing.

But.

They were clearly trying to comfort him. It was a clumsy attempt, but…

Slowly, he returned the hug, hiding his face in their curls.

For a few minutes. Curly, a typically squirmy kid, didn’t move an inch. Just… stayed there, allowing Leona a moment of reprieve.

Finally, though, he detached from them. Looking at his defeated team.

He cleared his throat. “The inter school Magift Tournament will be happening, and we can — and will — redeem ourselves then.”

For a moment, his teammates looked at him in disbelief.

And then they all jumped to their feet, grinning, already reaching for their brooms and magic pens.

Jack stood off to the side. Awkwardly.

He was a traitor.

“If you want to play, you can.” He grinned, sharply. “But I can’t guarantee your safety, if our teammates want some revenge.”

Jack met his grin, inch by inch.

“Don’t hold back!”

Leona smirked. He had not intentions of doing so.

And, as he got on his broom, holding his hand out for Curly…

He wondered if kids were, really, all that bad.

Nevermind. Kids are the worst.

Leona watched Cheka and Curly talk animatedly, their hands waving wildly as they spoke. Cheka had come to check on him when his team hadn’t shown up, and now he had two mini menaces to watch.

And Ruggie was laughing at him.

“Unca Unca Unca!” Cheka said, tugging on his arm. “Can Curly come visit for the holidays?”

Leona pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply. What did he do to deserve this? Besides the sabotage, of course.

Curly and Cheka looked up at him with eyes that seemed to shine with stars.

“I wanna play with both of you!” Curly said.

And Leona could only give a small shrug. “If the Headmaster allows it, they can come.”

#leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #twisted wonderland #savanaclaw #they’re somehow more stunted than heartslabyul #congrats kings #oh sorry leona i know you’re self conscious about that -

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yaimlight · 2 years ago

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Rating: E 18+ (minors do not interact)

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader

Summary: Katsuki's been jealous of yours and the half 'n' half's relationship since the get go but seeing the two of you out together like it's some sort of date finally pushes him over the edge, his temper finally getting the better of him. It probably wasn't his best idea to show up at your place, screaming blue bloody murder and trying to break your door down, just like it wasn't a good idea to threaten your nosy next door neighbour but Katsuki was desperate, already falling apart before he had even seen that murderous look in your eyes. He couldn't lose you, not to that two tone bastard.

A/N at bottom of post

Katsuki’s fist collided with the door with two loud bangs in quick succession causing it to rattle in its frame. He was probably using too much force, his anger getting the better of him, but he couldn’t help it. He was pissed off and he had never been good at keeping his anger in check at the best of times.

When he had decided to come over Katsuki had had every intention of apologising to you, of making things right because he knew he had been wrong to act the way he had. He had even managed to calm down to go get you flowers, scrutinising ever bunch or roses and tulips until he found one that he deemed good enough to give you. He had it all planned out, how he was going to hand them over with an apology that didn’t sound half asked and an explanation to his outburst. It would have been perfect, would have had you smiling and inviting him in with that coy look in your eyes, but Katsuki had made the mistake of looking at his phone, originally wanting to check the time but instead being greeted with his news feed and the latest gossip headline.

The photos of you and Todoroki had been everywhere, appearing quickly amongst the trashy gossip sites and fan run blogs. Each and every one of them saying the same thing, unknowing of what it was doing to Katsuki. He had just stood there on the street, rooted to the spot and staring down at your bright smile and amused eyes that were completely focused on the other man. Katsuki knew the restaurant you were in, had been saving up for months to be able to take you for your birthday but just like always that bloody half ‘n’ half bastard had gotten there first, proving once more that Katsuki just wasn’t enough when it came to you.

The two of you looked good together, what with you both leaning across the table, heads in close and looking way to intimate for two people who were supposed to just be friends. Todoroki was smiling fondly at you, his mismatched eyes soft and full of affection as you whispered something to him. You looked like a happy and perfect couple; caught in the middle of a romantic and sweet moment that you had thought was private. You looked like everything everyone expected of you, like everything Katsuki would never be.

Everything had come crashing back down on him then. Doubt and fear, panic and anger. They had swirled around inside his head, drowning out anything else and suffocating him. He had been unable to do anything others than stand there, staring at the photo and watching as comment after comment flashed up, each one saying how cute you looked together, what a lovely couple the two of you would make and insisting that you and the bastard had to already be in a relationship considering how close you seemed. Katsuki hadn’t been able to move, his body and mind going numb. Stupid. He had been so bloody stupid to think he could ever be enough for you, to believe he would ever fit into to the world you lead. He was just some street rat; a college drop out with a bad attitude and a criminal record. He wouldn’t ever be able to give you the life you deserved. He just wasn’t good enough.

Katsuki’s mind stuck on that, repeating it again and again. He wasn’t good enough, never had been. Ever since he was a snowy nosed brat Katsuki had been told that he wasn’t good enough, that he had to do better, push himself harder and even when he did those things it was never enough, ending right back at being told he wasn’t good enough and needed to do better. He had been stupid to think that things with you would have been any different.

Someone had slammed into his should, jostling Katsuki’s grip on his phone and reminding him that he was still stood in the middle of the street. Slowly he blinked down at his phone, his frown deepening as he thought about everything that had led him too here. This wasn’t his fault; he wasn’t the one off getting all cosy with another guy for everyone to see, looking all happy and carefree when you had been claiming heartache not three hours ago.

Shoving his phone back into his pocket Katsuki had carried on to your apartment, his anger growing with every step. He was angry at bastard Todoroki for acting like he had the right to do those kinds of things with you when he knew damned well that you were with Katsuki. He was also angry with all those extras that thought they had the right to decide who you should be with simply because they though you looked good together and had seen you solaces all over the society pages. Of course, Katsuki was angry with you as well for being so oblivious to what was happening and what it was doing to him but most of all Katsuki was angry at himself for being so weak. For letting this get under his skin. For not being able to handle his emotions and potentially ruining a perfectly good part of his life because that was where this was heading if he couldn’t get himself under control. This was going to ruin everything between the two of you if you both carried on this way, but Katsuki felt helpless to stop it, too caught up in his anger to think clearly and rationally.

By the time he had made it to your apartment his anger had fully taken over, his rage and indignation bubbling under his skin and just waiting for an outlet. He hadn’t even realised he had dropped the bouquet of flowers he had gotten you, not until he was outside your door and slamming his fist as hard as he could against the wood, the bunch of yellow roses and white tulips nowhere to be seen. Wherever they were they were probably ruined, trodden down into nothing under the uncaring feet of the worthless extras. Whatever, he didn’t care. It ain’t like he as in the mood to be giving you gifts anyway. Not right now at least.

When he got no answer Katsuki growled, slamming his fist harder against the door. “Open the fucking door Y/N,” Katsuki yelled, “I know you're in there!” His voice echoed back at him, bouncing off the corridor walls and making his rude demand sound even louder than it had been. There was still no answer though and, in his frustration, Katsuki kicked the door, his heavy-duty boot leaving a black scuff along the once clean and pristine white paint. It looked out of place, just like he did in your fancy ass apartment building, dressed in his street clothes and looking like a mad man. He had always felt out of place though, like you were slumming it with him with your designer clothes and disposable income that was more than he earned in a year at both his shitty jobs combined. He guessed the rest of the world would think the same to if they ever saw the two of you together. Would probably think he was your latest charity case, helping the scum of society make something of himself in society because you were a bleeding heart like that.

Before he could really start taking his anger out on the door it was yanked open and Katsuki was greeted with your angry glair. You had changed since your little outing with that Todoroki bastard, now in leggings and an oversized sweatshirt that was half hanging off one of your shoulders. You looked soft, comfortable even, well except for the almost murderous intent in your eyes and the clenched fists at your side that suggested you wanted to hit him. Katsuki kind of wished you would hit him, at least then he would have some kind of idea of how to react, how he was supposed to handle this whole messed up situation because if there was one thing Katsuki knew how to do it was fight. This emotional shit that required him to talk about his feelings and communicate clearly, he wasn’t so good at.

“What?” you snapped when he didn’t say anything, crossing your arms over your chest and standing up straight like you were trying to make yourself look as big and imposing as you could. It would have been funny, cute even, if Katsuki wasn’t so blinded by his anger. Snarling, Katsuki stepped forward, getting as close as he could without stepping through the doorway. “Let me in.” His voice was low and demanding, more a growl then his normal deep timber. You didn’t move though, the door remaining only half open and your body blocking the way. Your scowl deepened, lifting your head up slightly in defiance and practically daring him to do something about it. “Move,” he demanded from between clenched teeth. He was being rude, he knew that, but he was too far gone, the fragile hold he had on his anger having shattered the moment he looked at his phone and seen those stupid pictures of you and that half ‘n’ half bastard acting like the latest ‘it’ couple.

“No.” It was a simple answer, said with such finality that Katsuki was a little surprised you hadn’t tried to shut the door in his face. He would deserve it, he knew that, but it didn’t stop him practically growling at you and flashing his teeth like some sort of wild dog. “Why the hell not?” Katsuki was spiralling, forgetting every technique his therapist had taught him to stop this from happening but the more you refused to let him in the worse it got, his mind racing with all the reasons why you wouldn’t let him into the apartment. To him it seemed so obvious why, that bastard Todoroki having sensed a weakness in your relationship and swooping in to take advantage of it before Katsuki even had the chance to fix what had gone wrong. Katsuki would kill him, wring his scrawny little neck and make sure he knew in no uncertain terms that you were his and that he better leave well enough alone if he wanted to stay breathing.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s because I didn’t want to be anywhere near you right now.” Your harsh words stung, and they really should have helped him to calm down but all they seemed to do was stoke the fire of his anger making him want to lash out. He wasn’t the one in the wrong here, you were what with your sneaking around and play happy bloody couple with another man. Katsuki had every right to be angry and your piss poor attitude wasn’t going to change that.

“Let. Me. In.” Katsuki leant right in until his face was hardly an inch away from yours, his fists clenched at his sides and the words forced out from behind clenched teeth. “No,” came that infuriating simple answer again and Katsuki finally snapped, unable to hold himself back any longer. Crying out in anger and frustration Katsuki slammed his fist into the wall next to your door, the plasterboard cracking under the impact. Vaguely he was aware that he was causing criminal damage, that he was going to get you in trouble with the landlord and that if he didn’t get himself and the situation under control, he could very well find himself back in a cell and out of a job and an apartment. He just didn’t care right then. With every second that he spent denied entry his suspicion grew, eating away at the last fragile stings holding him in check. “Fucking move,” he yelled. You barely even registered his loud and aggressive outburst, unmoving and uncaring as he snarled at you. Katsuki lifted his hand with every intention of shoving you out his way so he could go beat the shit out that stuck up bastard but before he could even so much as get his hand on the door there was the unmistakable click of a lock being open, a door creaking loudly in the now quiet hall. Katsuki’s head snapped to the side; his eyes narrowed as someone stepped out into the hallway.

Your neighbour was a creep in Katsuki’s opinion, with his perfectly flat hair and square glasses, his crisp white shirts buttoned all the way up and tucked into his perfectly pressed black slacks. He was always around, always watching and waiting and it just got under Katsuki’s skin. He would have called the cops ages ago if he actually thought they would do something but knowing his luck it would somehow get all twisted round and he would be the one that got arrested, needing you to come bail him out. “The fuck you lookin’ at four eyes?” Katsuki spat the words out, sneering at the darker haired man and hoping he would just grumble about Katsuki being rude and shuffle off like always. He could see you stiffen out the corner of his eye, your fingers curling around the door and eyes narrowing. “Bakugou,” you hissed, voice low and full of warning. Katsuki froze, his veins filling with ice, his next shitty comment getting stuck in his throat.

That name. That one fucking word shattering his heart yet again. The two of you had argued over the year or so you had known one another, it was unavoidable considering his personality and your stubbornness, but never had you been that mad at him to be so formal, so distant and it hurt to feel you pulling away from him like that. you hadn’t even called him that at the beginning when you had barely known one another. It had always been blondie on dynamite or even gremlin until the two you had gotten closer at it had become Katsuki. It felt wrong to hear you use his family name now but maybe it was a sign that he had fucked up so badly you wouldn’t take him back this time.

The guy pursed his lips, his dark eyes narrowing. “Is everything alright?” His sharp and calculated eyes flickered between the two of you, though he could probably barely even see you around Katsuki. It felt like he was being appraised, the man’s distain for Katsuki’s behaviour and ripped jeans evident in the way he looked down his nose at him. Snarling Katsuki clenched his jaw, his hands balling up into fists at his side as he straightened up. Where did this loser get off, implying that you were anything other than safe with Katsuki. Yeah, he was pissed and hurt and all kinds of fucking desperate, but he would never raise a hand to you, never. He may be from the wrong side of the city and have a bit of a reputation for being a bully, but he wasn’t the kind of scum that would do that, no matter what people thought.

Your laugh echoed down the hall, the sound clearly forced as you leant around Katsuki and waved the other man’s concern off. “Sorry Iida-sama, everything’s fine,” you smiled, all trace of your previous anger gone. He supposed that was a perk of having to be camera ready all the time, you had learnt how to hide what you were really feeling quicker than a flash of a camera shutter. The creep frowned, eyes darting between the two of you but apparently believing your obviously forced cheer and taking a small step back into his darkened doorway with a stiff nod towards you.

“Now fuck off creep,” Katsuki muttered as he turned back to you, ready to carry on where you had left off before you had been interrupted. You were glaring at him, brows furrowed, and jaw clenched in a way that he knew meant he was in trouble. He wanted to lean forward and smooth the lines out with his fingers, trace them across your brow and down your cheeks until his thumb pressed against the corner of your mouth. He wanted to touch you, but he wasn’t sure that you wouldn’t punch him if he tried. Katsuki deserved it and he wouldn’t stop you if you tried, taking the hit like he had been paid to do it.

“Should I call the police?” The question hung in the air, your eyes widening and mouth falling open like you were going to say something, but words seemed to fail you as genuine panic filled your eyes. That was fine. Katsuki had more then enough for the two of you. Pushing away from the door Katsuki turned to fully face the other man, his hands curled into fists and glaring daggers. “The fuck did you just say?” Katsuki hissed as he took a step towards the other man. He knew what he looked like in his leather jacket and ripped jeans, his nail varnish chipped and his piercings glinting in the bright fluorescent lights in the hall. The stupid extra had the good sense to look scared, taking a step back and pulling his door partially closed like it could protect him from Katsuki beating the shit out of him. He supposed that made him just as bad as the nosey bastard thought he was and maybe he was but at least Katsuki hadn’t done anything yet, hadn’t actually laid a hand on the man. Five years ago and it would be a different story but Katsuki had at least managed to get a handle on his anger to the extent he didn’t lash out so much anymore. Though that didn’t mean Katsuki was above scaring the shit out of someone.

A hand curled tight around Katsuki’s arm, delicate fingers digging into his muscles and keeping him from taking another step towards the idiot who was clearly looking to get his ass handed to him. “No thank you Iida-sama. Everything’s fine, promise,” you rushed out, laughing nervously as you pulled Katsuki away from the other man. Quickly you spun on your heels and shoved Katsuki back, your hands pressing down on his chest and forcing him towards your apartment. Katsuki stumbled, tripping over his feet as you shoved him through the open door. He had barely made it through before you slammed the door closed, the loud bang echoing through the silence.

The two of you just stood there, neither one of you saying anything as you both tried to process what had just happened. Katsuki was lucky really, things could have gone so much worse and there was always the possibility that four eyed creep would still call the cops, wanting to press charges because Katsuki had threatened him. He would be screwed then, though he didn’t doubt that you would probably smooth things over, getting the weirdo to droop the charges as quickly as he had pressed them. Katsuki didn’t think he would ever be able to look at you again if that happened. Not that you could even look at him now anyway.

You had your back to him, head hanging forward and hands clenched at your sides. You were tense, the anger visible in every taunt line of muscle in your back and shoulders. Katsuki was angry to, his veins filled with it and making his body burn. He wanted an explanation as to why, out all the people you knew you had gone to that half and half bastard when you knew how Katsuki felt about him. He wanted to scream at you, to demand once again that you keep your distance from Todoroki bloody Shoto because you were his girl, Katsuki’s and he didn’t trust the stuck-up daddy’s boy as far as he could throw him. Katsuki wanted to rage about the whole fucked up situation you were in but most of all he wanted you to look at him, to see what this was doing to him, to your relationship, and understand what he struggled to say.

Gritting his jaw Katsuki reached out towards you planning on grabbing your shoulder and making you look at him. As if you could sense his intentions though you spun round before his fingers could even brush your shoulder, knock his hand away and glaring at Katsuki with a burning anger in your eyes that he had never seen before “What is wrong with you?” you hissed. Scowling Katsuki jerked back, waving his outstretched hand in the general direction of the door as he snapped back at you. “Me? What the fuck’s wrong with your shitty stalker?” He was being loud, the asshole probably still able to hear him but Katsuki couldn’t care less. Let him hear, let the whole sodding building hear then maybe he wouldn’t have everyone trying to set you up with that posh bastard because there wouldn’t be any doubt that you were already spoken for. Maybe then Katsuki could stop being so paranoid that someone better suited was going to come swooping in and steal you away from him. Maybe then he could start feeling like he was enough for you, that he was good enough for once.

“What did you expect was going to happen when you show up here screaming blue bloody murder and banging on my door like some kind of common street thug?” Your angry words felt like a slap to the face, the reality of what he had done sinking in as your sharp and unforgiving words echoed around the room. Fuck. That was exactly how he had been acting. Katsuki might be from the rough side of town, hell he even worked in a dive bar that had some questionable patrons, but he wasn’t like that. He was a stickler for rules, hadn’t been arrested since he was a kid and he never got involved with any of the dodgy shit that went on around his neighbourhood. For all intense and purposes, he was a good law-abiding citizen and yet hear he was, acting like one of those scummy street gang bangers, threatening some random extra because he got in Katsuki’s way and practically trying to force his way into your home when you clearly didn’t want him there.

What had he been thinking? He had come here to make things better not to make the whole situation ten times worse. He should be ashamed of himself. He was ashamed of himself. Just because he was worried and insecure didn’t give him the right to treat people like shit, especially someone he loves. He was supposed to be better than this, had gone to therapy for years to get a handle on his anger but at the first sign of something not going his way Katsuki had reverted back to the venomous punk he had been at 16, when his anger issues had gotten him kicked out of school and home. “Fuck!” Katsuki exclaimed, turning his back on you and running his hands through his hair. He needed to get a grip of himself before this situation came beyond fixable. Before he lost you for real. There would be nobody to blame but himself if that happened, his anger so toxic and self-destructive that it burned away everything good in his life. Fuck! He was messing this all up, the best thing that had happened to him in years and he was ruining it.

“I think you should leave”. Katsuki jerked back round at your quiet and defeated voice, his eyes wide with panic. “What?” he managed to croak out. You weren’t looking at him, head tilted down and to the side, your arms wrapped around you like it was the only thing keeping you together. “You’re angry,” you whispered, and Katsuki would have missed it if the apartment had been so quiet. “I’m not…” Katsuki started, his voice just as quiet but you held your hand up and Katsuki fell silent, swallowing back down whatever he had been about to say. Sighing you finally looked up at him. “I’m angry Katsuki and I, I don’t want either of us to say something we will regret in the morning”. You sounded tired, looked it to and Katsuki hated that he was the reason, that he had driven the two of you to this.

“No,” he said stubbornly, standing up straighter and crossing his arms over his chest. He couldn’t leave now, not with the way things were between the two of you. He didn’t need space or time to think. He already knew that he had fucked up. What Katsuki needed was for you to understand that he wasn’t angry with you, not really. He was just bad at dealing with emotions, both his own and others. Groaning you rolled your eyes at him. “Of course not, because why would you ever do anything you didn’t want to.” Katsuki narrowed his eyes and your exasperated remark, unable to bite back his own aggravated reply. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” Sure, he could be a stubborn asshole sometimes, but he wasn’t the kind of guy who would stick around in a bad situation just because his stubbing pride refused to let him back down. Not any more at least and he had the bills from his therapist to prove it. “Do I?” you shouted, “because this sure as shit looks like you being a stubborn asshole who doesn’t know when to back the fuck off.” Katsuki just stared at you, shocked to hear you swear. You never did, not even when you were angry or in the throes of passion, your posh ass upbringing not allowing it. Maybe that half and half bastard was actually right, and Katsuki was a bad influence on you.

You groaned loudly, your shoulders slumping as you lifted a hand to rub at your eyes. “Look, I get it,” you sighed, letting your hand fall back to your side and looking at Katsuki with sad and tired eyes. “You don’t like Shoto and that’s fine, I’m not asking you to.” Katsuki scoffed at that. No, you hadn’t asked Katsuki to like the other man but you had asked him to get along with him to the point the two of them could be in the same room together without getting into an argument and that was almost as bad, especially when the frosty bastard had been acting like he was better than Katsuki. Like just because he had money and a fancy ass name, he had more of a right to you then Katsuki did. It was frustrating, humiliating and Katsuki hated how right the other man was. Katsuki really didn’t deserve your attention and most definitely not your love.

“But what I am asking you for is to not go around acting like my friends aren’t worth the air they breath.” You were yelling again, your voice getting louder with every word. He could see the anger in your eyes burning bright again and he hated that it was directed at him. That it was his fault it was even there in the first place. “That’s not it,” he yelled back at you, his own anger and fear bubbling up inside of him again. That wasn’t it, not even close. Sure, it was a fact that he didn’t like Shoto, and he was pretty sure that the other man only tolerated him for your sake and the majority of your other stuck-up friends were just about tolerable, but it went deeper than that for Katsuki. Deeper than he would ever like to admit because he had spent a lifetime hiding his feelings and he hated the fact that you made him feel so fucking weak and pathetic.

Katsuki flexed his fingers, willing himself to try and calm down. Getting into a full-blown argument was the last thing he needed right now. He needed to get himself back under control, had to do something to make this whole shitty situation at least salvageable but it was hard to get a handle on his emotions when your normally impeccable control was slipping, the hurt and anger you were feeling almost tangible. He had to though or other wise he was going to lose you because of his own inadequacies and control issues. “Then what is it Katsuki because I can’t keep doing this every god damn time, I want to spend time with my friend?” you shouted, hands curling into tight fists and tears starting to roll down your checks.

Something in Katsuki snapped then, the sight of you crying because of him enough to have everything he had been keeping locked away deep inside bursting out of him in the form of two simple words that showed more of himself than he was comfortable with. “I’m scared!” he yelled, his voice echoing off the walls and body shaking as he fell apart. You jerked back, eyes wide in shock and just staring at him like he was some sort of alien life form. Like you had never seen him before and he supposed that was true in a way because you had never seen him like this. Not raw and open and so fucking desperate that he had thrown away all his pride and bravado without a though.

Groaning Katsuki shoved a hand through his hair and slumped back against the door. Fuck. He hadn’t meant to say that. It had just come tumbling out and there was no way you would let him take it back now it was out there. Sucking in a deep breath he rubbed at his eyes, head tipped backwards to rest against the wood and willing his racing heart to stop. There was no point hiding any more, the damage was done so he might as well be fucking honest for once in his miserable life. “I’m scared that one day you will wake up and this won’t be enough anymore. That I won’t be enough.” Katsuki spoke to the ceiling, his voice nothing more than a whisper but in the sudden silence of the room he could almost believe he was still yelling. It was the truth, something he dreaded every day and shit like this just made it all seem all that much closer to becoming reality.

Now that he had started though Katsuki couldn’t stop, his fears tumbling out of him in a rush of broken words. “You wouldn’t have to hide with him. The two of you could go out together and no one would question it, wouldn’t even look twice because you’re from the same world and I…I don’t…” The words died on Katsuki’s tongue, the admission that he didn’t belong in your world making his throat closed up, like if he didn’t say it then it wouldn’t be real.

He screwed his eyes shut, trying to stop the tears before they fell, his hands curling painfully around the edge of the counter. He felt so stupid, pathetic, embarrassed by his emotions even though he knew that he should have said this all a long time ago. He was ashamed that you were seeing him like this. He was supposed to be an unmovable rock not a snivelling mess and yet here he was, fight back the tears and desperate to cling onto something he wasn’t sure he deserved. The old hag would be so fucking proud on him. “The worst thing is that I know you would be good together. I know he would treat you right, make you happy. Treat you like the fucking goddess you are and do everything a decent boyfriend should do.” And there it was, the root of all his problems.

Yours and Shoto’s relationship had been a problem since the beginning for Katsuki. When he had first met you he had tried to justify it as Shoto being another potential suitors, someone else vying for your attention but he had never had the same problem with any of your other male friends or any other stupid extra who had tried to flirt with you. Sure, he would get annoyed with them, a little angry and possessive but he never actively tried to keep you away from them like he had with the half and half bastard. When he had finally gotten together with you, things had just gotten worse, spiralling out of Katsuki’s control quicker than he had been aware of. One minute Todoroki had just been an annoyance and then the next he had become the biggest threat to the blonde’s life and happiness and the more your ‘relationship’ with the bastard was thrown around the worse it got, all Katsuki’s anger focusing on the man until the mere mention of his name was enough to have Katsuki snarling.

Despite what some people thought Katsuki wasn’t stupid, he knew why he was getting so angry, his own inadequacies like a glaring red light. It had been a mutual decision to keep things between the two of you a secret, neither of you wanted the press and public involved in your business or the backlash when Katsuki’s past inevitably came out. It had been nice, having something that was just his and as the two of you grew more comfortable in the others space Katsuki had become complacent. It hadn’t even occurred to him what things the two of you were missing out on until he had seen the evidence of it splashed across the front pages of gossip magazines and social media, Todoroki at your side instead of him.

Katsuki knew, logically, that you weren’t doing it on purpose, knew that you just saw it as spending time with one of your oldest and most trusted friends, but it didn’t stop it from driving Katsuki insane with jealousy and if he was being honest, fear. You and Todoroki went out together often, to dinners at restaurants that’s friends had no right going to, as well as movies and shopping trips. You had even gone to the beach together, your smile bright and infectious as you held onto your stupidly over sized hat and the half ‘n’ half bastard rubbing sunscreen on to your bare shoulders. Admittedly you had gone with the shitty nerd and cheeks but still, it was something a couple would do, and Katsuki hated it. Hated that fucking Todoroki could give you something that he so desperately wanted to but couldn’t. He wasn’t ready for that sort of scrutiny yet.

Katsuki wasn’t part of your high society life, and he would only drag you and your reputation down if two of you went public together now. It didn’t matter how many times you told him it didn’t matter because Katsuki knew that would change as soon as everyone else started judging him. You were sleek perfection, dressed in the latest fashion from the top designers and always well put together even when you were slumming it with him. You were smart and kind, well-liked by not only those in your social circle but also the general public. You had a reputation, a good one and Katsuki, well Katsuki was nothing in comparison.

He was a mess; a high school drop out with anger issues and a criminal record. He couldn’t get a decent job so he was stuck working at some shitty bar that attracted all the wrong kinds of people and only just paid enough that he could afford to live in his crappy rundown one room apartment. All his clothes came from secondhand shops or whatever customers left behind in their drunken stupor. Katsuki had tattoos and piercings, wore mostly back and often had a thick layer of eyeliner around his crimson eyes. He looked like a thug, a degenerate, someone’s who was more likely to start a fight then volunteer at some charity soup kitchen. It didn’t matter how confident he was, how he didn’t take anyones bullshit. Katsuki knew he wasn’t good enough for you, but it didn’t change the fact that he wanted you. In fact, he was pretty certain he was in love with you and all this bullshit with Todoroki was making it more and more obvious that he just didn’t belong in your world.

Katsuki let out a shaky sigh, tipping his head forward so he was looking at his scuffed and dirty boots instead of your stark white ceiling. “I can’t stand it, seeing him doing all this fucking shit with you that we should be doing.” He felt wrecked, all his nerves frayed but he couldn’t stop now, he needed you to know everything if he was ever going to fix this because he wanted to. Katsuki may know that he wasn’t good enough, but he was selfish, and he desperately wanted you all to himself for however long he could. “I have to listen to all these shitty extras telling me how good you two are together and every time it’s like getting stabbed. Fuck this is stupid. I’m so fucking stupid”. Katsuki shoved his hands into his hair, shoulders slouched forward and curling in on himself.

Gentle hands curled around his wrists, your thumbs rubbing at his pulse points as you slowly lowered his hands. Katsuki sucked in a shaky breath, his eyes stinging as he pointlessly tried to stop the tears from falling. He barely got a glimpse of your own red and watery eyes before you were wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down into a tight hug. Katsuki froze, holding his breath as he waited for you to say something, to pull back from him and tell him he was right, and he should go because he really wasn’t good enough for you. None of that happened though and after a few long moments Katsuki finally slumped forward, resting his head on yours and wrapping his arms around your waist. Katsuki clung onto you like he was afraid if he let go you would vanish, whisked away in a swirl of red and white before he even had a chance to reach out for you again.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, stood in the hallway and holding one another but it was nice, the closeness soothing his frayed nerves and making him feel more grounded instead of like he was spiralling down into nothingness. “I’m sorry.” Katsuki frowned at the mumbled words, slowly pulling back to look down at you. Your head was pressed against his chest, hands curled into his jacket and your knuckled going white from how tight you were holding into him. He could feel your body shaking against his, your tears soaking through his t-shirt, her breath catching as sucked in one shaking breath after another. “I’m sorry,” you sobbed, “I’m so sorry.”

Confused Katsuki pulled you tighter against him, lifting a hand up to stroke at your hair. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” he whispered into your hair, his own tears starting to fall freely down his cheeks and dripping off his chin into your hair. How had he fucked up so much that you were blaming yourself for his shortcomings? “I’m the one who’s sorry. Fucking ruining everything I touch,” he choked out, voice cracking as he tried to force the lump down in his throat. “I’m pathetic.”

He was ruining this, ruining what you had just because he couldn’t get past his own insecurity’s. What if this was it for you? What if you walked away from him because you couldn’t handle his outbursts and unjustifiable anger? It would hurt, more than Katsuki would ever admit. If you left him, he would never find someone else like you again and he would only have himself to blame. Just like always.

He felt you take a shuddering breath, your sobbing finally calming down until it stoped all together. You lent away from him, not enough to pull free of his grasp but enough to put some distance between two of you. It was barely enough room to slip an arm between you, but it felt like a canyon to Katsuki. He wanted you back, pressed against him and secure in his hold. Fuck it was pathetic how much he needed you, how much he couldn’t function without you in his life.

A gentle hand slipped under his chin, lifting his head up until he was looking you in the eyes. There were tears still clinging to your lashes, eyes red rimmed and lips puffy from where you had been biting them in an attempt to stifle your cries. Katsuki cupped your cheek, his touch gentle as he brushed his thumb across your cheek to wide away the tears that hadn’t rolled down them. You were looking up at him with a mix of determination, sorrow and what he hoped was love and when you spoke your voice reflected that, ringing out loud and clear and cutting through all Katsuki’s fear and doubts. “You are many things Bakugou Katsuki, strong, loyal, caring of those closest to you but pathetic definitely isn’t one of them.”

Katsuki’s eyes widened slightly at the conviction in your voice, trapped in your gaze as you wiled him to believe you. With a huff Katsuki leant forward and rested his forehead against yours, let his eyes fall closed as he just breathed and let your words wash over him. Sighing softly, you stepped back in closer and wrapped your arms around his neck once more. The action caused Katsuki’s hand to slip backwards, his calloused fingers curling around the back of your skull and gently urging your head back down to rest against his chest. One of your own hands slid into the short spikes of his hair, delicate fingers petting gently at the blonde strands and causing all the tension to seep out of him, feeling safe and loved in your embrace.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he apologised, both arms wrapping around you tighter and keeping you pressed close against him. He was sorry, hadn’t meant to get so worked up that it had all come rushing out of him in an angry and violent wave of hate and fear. “And that I threatened your creepy neighbour,” he mumbled, adding the apology as an afterthought. He wasn’t necessarily sorry about that though. The guy fucking deserved it, implying that Katsuki would ever hurt you, but he was sorry for causing problems that you would probably get in trouble with your landlord for.

“No you’re not,” you mumbled but Katsuki could hear the amusement in your voice as well as feel the way your lips curled up into a small smile against his chest. “I promise to cut back on the couple’s stuff with Shoto.” The sudden promise had Katsuki tensing, knowing you well enough to realise that wouldn’t be it and sure enough not a second latter you were talking again, head turned out so your words weren’t muffled against him. “But I’m not going to stop seeing him. He is my friend Katsuki, just that and sometimes we will spend time together, just the two of us.” Katsuki grunted his acknowledgment. He wasn’t a monster; he didn’t want to control you. He wasn’t your father. It was enough to know that you would be willing to meet him halfway considering the shit he had done.

With a sigh you pushed away from him, stepping back this time until his hand’s rested on your waist and you were looking at one another again. You placed your hand on his chest, right over his heart and Katsuki had to wonder if you could feel it hammering away like a frantic drum beat as you pressed your other hand against his cheek. “I can’t stop people from talking but what I can do is deny it till I’m red in the face and promise you that never, ever will I want anybody other than you.” You sounded so sincere, so sure of your declaration that all Katsuki could do was mumble a quiet “ok,” too caught up in you to offer anything else. “I love you, you idiot.” You said it as if it was fact, no room for Katsuki to try and deny it. He struggled sometimes, to understand why you cared so much, especially when he was so fucking difficult, but it always set his heart racing to hear you say it. To know that you wanted him despite all his many flaws.

Katsuki leaned down slowly, giving you time to turn away from him but all you did was smile softly, your eyelids fluttering closed as he bush his lips against yours. He sighed into the kiss, his own eyes closing as your lips brushing gently against each other’s. It was a gentle kiss, no heat, no hunger, just a soft brush of lips as they breathed into the other. There was no urgency, no demand for more or desire to stake a claim. It was just them, the world around them slipping away as Katsuki’s entire world narrowed down to the women in his arms and the realisation that somehow something had gone right in his life for once.

When the need to breath became to much Katsuki pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours so he could still be close. Your thumb was absentmindedly brushing against his cheek, a small and content smile of your lips that Katsuki couldn’t help but return. This felt right, like now he had finally said what had been holding him back they could now move forward. Not that his fears and insecurities were gone. No, they were still there, lurking under the surface and waiting for the next time when it all became to much for Katsuki and he snapped, unable to squash down the fear that Todoroki Shoto was going to sweep in and steal you away from him and take you back to the life you were used to. The one you deserved but Katsuki couldn’t give you. Not yet any way but he would, eventually. Katsuki wouldn’t stop at anything to give you the life you deserved and he sure as hell wouldn’t let that half and half bastard steal you away before he even got the chance to prove himself.

Sighing Katsuki leant back in, claiming your lips once more in a lazy kiss. You hummed contentedly into the kiss, Katsuki swallowing the sound as you wrapped your arms around Katsuki’s neck and pulled him closer. Katsuki went willingly, stepping away from the door and right into your welcoming arms but it wasn’t enough, he needed to be closer. Katsuki wanted you pressed against him, wanted to surround himself with you until there was nothing left between you. He wanted the physical reminder that you were his, that the two of you were together. That you had chosen him over all those other extras that were vying for your attention.

Without breaking the kiss Katsuki slid his hands down your back, lightly skimming his fingers across your ass before slipping further down to curl around your thighs and urge you up into his arms. You didn’t break the kiss as you pushed up onto your toes, letting Katsuki take all your weight as he lifted you off the ground. Your arms around his neck tightened, legs wrapping around Katsuki’s waist and crossing your ankles behind his back, so your heels were pressing against the top of his ass and urging him that much closer. The two of you were pressed as close together as you could get, Katsuki able to feel every inch of you against him and yet it still wasn’t enough. He wants more. More of your touch, your kisses. More of everything. He wanted to be as close as they could be, skin against skin but that wouldn’t be possible. Not like this anyway.

Katsuki didn’t break the kiss as he stepped forward, tightening his hold on your thighs to make sure you didn’t slip. It wasn’t the first time he had carried you like this, Katsuki holding you up but normally it was against a wall or a door, the two of you gong at it had and fast and always desperate for the other. You liked how strong he was, liked that he could effortlessly pick you up and carry you around like your weight meant nothing to him and Katsuki made sure to take advantage of the often. You didn’t flinch as he made his way across the apartment, didn’t tighten your hold on him like you were afraid he would drop you. You trusted him and that just made his pathetic heart swell in his chest.

The walk through your apartment was slow though but easy enough and when they finally made it to the bedroom Katsuki gently laid you out on the black sheets, stepping back slightly to take you in. You were beautiful, so soft and inviting as you smiled up at him from where you had snuggled down into the soft comforter. Katsuki could watch you for hours. Had in fact done that the first time they had slept together, and you had fallen asleep in his bed with its shitty second-hand sheets and thin duvet. That had been back before he had known who you were and how out of his league you were. Back then you had just been a pretty woman who had been willing to let Katsuki work his frustration out on, and leave come morning. Now though you were so much more, the most important thing in his life and looking back he can’t believe how stupid he had been to think he would ever have been able to walk away from you.

Still smiling softly, you held your hand out towards him, beckoning him closer. Katsuki wasn’t one to decline an invite like that, crawling onto the bed and between your spread legs. He never took his eyes off you, watching intently as you reached up and curled your fingers into his hair once more and gently urged him down, tilting your head back so your lips met his as he sunk into your welcoming embrace.

You stayed like that for a while, trading lazy kisses and hands gently exploring over clothes. Eventually though it became to much and not enough all at once, your gently exploring hands suddenly working with intent as you slid them up over his chest and shoulder. Your hands slipped under his jacket dragging it down his arms until Katsuki had no choice but to lean back, yanking the thing off and throwing it behind him. He dove back down to reclaim your lips as soon as it was gone, moaning into it as your hands tugged up the back of his shirt and slipped underneath. They didn’t stay there long though, slipping out to curl around his shoulders instead.

It happened quickly. One minute Katsuki was on top looking down at you and then the next he was on his back, looking up at your triumphant smile. Huffing in amusement Katsuki pushed himself up onto his elbows, using his legs to nudge you forward until you were straddling his waist, your ass pressing back against his groin. You were a vision above him, Katsuki unable to tare his eyes away as you gripped the bottom of your top and slowly pulled it up over your head before throwing it in the same general direct Katsuki had chucked his jacket.

You were beautiful and Katsuki told you as much as he pushed himself up, whispering it against your neck as he pressed small and sloppy kisses up to your jaw. “You’re not too bad yourself,” you answered teasingly, cutting off Katsuki’s growl as you turned your head and reclaimed his lips with another kiss. It was a little harder this time but still slow and sensual, your tongue swiping across his lips and asking for entrance. Katsuki granted it without hesitation, hungry for everything you would give him. The moment he parted his lips your tongue pushed in, swiping against his and sucking gently. He let out a low moan, gripping your waist tighter with both hands and pulling you tighter against him, your chest pressing against his. He was getting hard, could feel it pressing against the zip of his jeans but unlike normal there was no rush, no urgency for relief. He was content to just carry on like this, taking his time with you and enjoying the simple feeling of you against him.

You didn’t seem to be though, your hands curling around the hem of his top and slowly dragging it up, your fingers finding every dip and curve as they went. The two of you broke apart long enough for you to tug it over his head before you were kissing again, the top discarded over the edge of the bed like everything else. Katsuki’s hands were back on your hips as soon as his arms were free of his top, his blunt nails digging in as he urged you back in close. You staid like that for a while, Katsuki’s hands moving from your hips to splay across your back as yours slipped into his hair, scratching at his scalp and eliciting a deep satisfied groan from him.

It was slow, languid, more about the closeness then then what this was leading up to. Katsuki was savouring every second of it, every press of tongue and glide of lips, every hitch of breath and quiet moan but eventually it had to come to an end, the need to breath too much to ignore. Reluctantly he pulled away from you, Katsuki, both of you breathing a little harder as you watched one another. Slowly he slid his hands up your back, fingers brushing against the ridges of your spine until he came to the clasp of your bra. With deft fingers he popped it open, large hands brushing it aside as he made his way up to your shoulders to push the straps down your arms. Neither of you looked away from the other as you slowly shrugged it off, discarding it like all the other items of clothing.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered, his hands completely bypassing your now exposed breasts to instead curl around your forearms and pull you closer. His moan was muffled by your lips as he finally got to feel your naked skin against his. There was a slight pressure against stomach, your hands having snuck between the two of you. He went easily, falling back against the bed and taking you with him. Katsuki would have been happy to stay like that, trading lazy kisses as you rocked gently against his neglected erection, those little sparks of arousal enough to keep him satisfied and on edge but almost as soon as he was lead against the bed you were climbing off him, instead moving to lie next him on your side with your head propped up on your hand.

Katsuki scowled at you, already starting to roll over so he could push you back down and start kissing you again but the gentle brush of fingers against his abs had him stopping, looking down instead to watch as your fingers gently brushed against his muscles only to move further down. Katsuki gasped at the first feather light touch of your fingers to his denim clad dick, his hips jerking up as you flattened your hand against him and ground it down, adding more pressure as you rubbed against his hardness. It was enough to have him groaning, slumping back against the bed with a groan as he chassed that feeling but just as quickly as you started your hand was gone, leaving Katsuki aching for more now that he had gotten a taste of it.

Your teasing little laugh was enough to have him groaning, fling an arm over his eyes as he tried to calm himself down. He didn’t want to rush this. The two of you were always chasing more and harder and a burning passion that consumed you like a raging fire. This slow and teasing approach was different, gently stocking the flames instead of dousing them in petrol. Katsuki had always scoffed at this sort of fucking, so sure that it would be boring and not enough to get him off, but this was more then he ever could have imagined, it left him feeling raw and exposed yet loved and wanted, two emotions he had always struggled with.

“Katsuki,” you mumbled against his parted lips, your lips brushing ever so slightly against his but before he could tilt his head and press them more firmly together you were gone, trailing gentle kisses down his jaw and neck. Groaning Katsuki tipped his head back, giving you more room as you slowly made your way down, teeth nipping collar bone and pecs as you went. It’s horribly frustrating, Katsuki’s muscles twitch and constricting with ever hot puff of breath against his him but he doesn’t try to speed things up. Doesn’t want to rush any part of this so he resigns himself to laying there, his stomach clenched as you run your tongue along the ridges of his abs, following them down to kiss along the skin just above his jeans. It’s a sweet kind of torture, one that he doesn’t mind enduring.

You don’t stop there though, using your knees to push Katsuki’s legs wide even as your mouth descends on his still covered erection. “Fuck,” Katsuki hissed, trying to roll his hips up against the slight friction your mouth provided. Katsuki gets about a second of relief before your pulling away from him, your teasing laugh enough to have him pushing up onto his elbows and scowling at you. That seemed to be what you were after though, smirking at Katsuki as you made eye contact only to press your mouth back to his denim glad prick, sealing your lips around the head and sucking gently.

Groaning he fell back onto the bed, a shaky hand coming up to run through his hair and tug at the strands and eyes squeeze shut. He stayed like that, even as your mouth disappeared once more, and you shifted between his legs. He didn’t even look as he felt your deft fingers popping open the button and tugging down the zipper, your fingers slipping into the waistband of his jeans and underwear so you could tug them down. Wordlessly Katsuki lifted his hips to help, his preoccupied mind only just remembering he still had his boots on just before there came a muttered curse from down by his feet.

“Stupid bloody things. Who even has this amount of laces. Just fucking come off already,” you muttered, your annoyance clear as you yanked and twisted until the things slipped free of Katsuki’s feet. He couldn’t help but let out a huff of amusement at the dull thumps that followed, Katsuki once more pushing up onto his elbows so he could look at the adorable scowl he knew you would be wearing. He wasn’t disappointed, your scowl closer to a pout as you glared up at him from between his legs. He stayed like that, watching as you finished getting his jeans and underwear off, shoving them behind you before pulling his socks off.

Katsuki had every intention of pulling you back onto the bed for another round of lazy kisses, eager to get your stupid leggings off so he could feel your naked body pressed against his, but you apparently already had plans for your mouth, and they didn’t involve Katsuki’s lips. Ducking forward you pressed your lips against his hips, sucking and nipping your way inwards. Your hands slid up the outside of his thighs, fingers pinching at the bottom of his ass and urging his hips up. It all happened in one go, Katsuki’s hips jerking forward at the sudden sting, your hand slipping underneath to cup his ass cheeks as your lips brushed against his sensitive head, your tongue quickly following behind. He couldn’t have stopped the surprised gasp if he had tried, the sudden shock of having something on his dick almost too much after being teased for so long.

Your hold on his ass relaxed, hands sliding round to splay over his hips and urge them back down onto the bed. Your mouth never left him, kissing up along his shaft and tongue swirling around the head before swallowing him down to the hilt in one solid movement. It was too much, Katsuki moaning loudly and trying to thrust forwards even though there was nowhere left for him to go.

Katsuki watched you with wide eyes, his breathing faster as he felt you swallow around him. You were a vision, lips stretched wide around his considerable girth and tears clinging to your lashes, watching him back and just waiting for him to do something. “Fuckin’ perfect.” Katsuki shifted all his weight on to one arm, bringing the other round so he could sink his fingers into your hair and curl his hand around the back of your skull. He kept it there, not to control your movements but just for something tangible to hold onto, something to keep him grounded as you finally began to move.

Slowly you began to move up and down his shaft, alternating between licking and sucking, your tongue flicking at his leaking slit every time you pulled back up to the tip. Katsuki was breathing heavily now, straining against the hold you still had on his hips and letting out soft moans and groans that he would probably be embarrassed about come morning. Just like with everything else you were taking your time with this, taking him apart slowly and you worked him up into a frustrated and babbling mess. He could feel it though, building and building but it wasn’t enough, Katsuki just on the edge but never falling over. It was fucking perfect.

He didn’t know how long you carried on but soon enough you were stopping, pulling off him with a loud slurp and pop. Katsuki watched as you licked at your lips, your dark eyes hooded as you moaned appreciatively. That was it for him, something snapping and before Katsuki really knew what he was doing he was scrambling to pull you back up onto the bed and onto his lap. He barely waited until you were on him before he was pulling you down into a sloppy and desperate kiss, his tongue chasing his own taste as he invaded your mouth.

The time for slow seemed to have passed and all it took was one well timed roll to get you on your back under him, Katsuki grinding down against your cotton covered groin. He wasn’t as slow as you had been as he kissed his way down your neck and chest, making sure to sucker a nipple into his mouth as he went and biting down gently just to hear you gasp before moving on to do the same with the other one. His hands gripped at the waist of your leggings before he had even made it to your stomach, getting ahead of himself as he began to tug them down. Above him you laughed gently, your own hands coming down to help tug them down enough for you to be able to kick them off the rest of the way. Katsuki was between your legs before they even hit the floor, his mouth going straight to your cunt as soon as you were free of your last bit of clothing.

“Kats,” you practically screamed his name as Katsuki licked a long strip across your wet folds, both your hands sinking into his hair and tugging at the messy spikes. Katsuki let out his own groan as he lapped at you, his tongue dipping into your folds but not pushing any further. He shoved one arm under your leg, hoisting it onto his shoulder and spreading you open for him. His lips sealed around your clit, Katsuki sucking and licking at it whilst two of his fingers rubbed against your slick opening. The sound you made as he pushed his fingers in would echo in his head for years, your walls clenching down tightly on the digits as he pushed them in as deeply as he could. You were so warm and tight around him, sucking his fingers back in as he pulled them back out, rubbing teasingly around the outside before thrusting them back inside of you.

“Kat...Katsuki” you gasped, rolling your hips down onto his fingers and desperately trying to get more and who was he to deny you anything. Slowly he dragged his fingers back, teasingly rubbing them against your entrance again before pushing back in, sucking hard on your clit this time as he did so. The needy little whine you let out was worth it, Katsuki’s own grunt barely audible from where his mouth was pressed so tightly against you but from the way you shuddered and moaned you had felt it.

He set a slowly pace, fingers gliding in and out of you as he licked, sucked and nipped at your swollen clit. The noises you were making were like music. He could listen to you all day, moaning and gasping, stuttering out his name as you ground against his face. He could stay like this for hours, worshipping your body and proving his devotion to you from between your spread legs. It wasn’t long before two fingers became three and then four, Katsuki’s pace slow and deliberate as he worked you towards your peak.

Before he could push you over the edge though you started tugging insistently at his hair, pulling his mouth away from you. He let out a disappointed groan but didn’t fight it when you tugged him up your body, his fingers slipping free of your warm cunt and leaving a wet trail up your side. You arched up to meet him, sealing your lips over his and licking your own juices off his lips. It was dirt, filthy even and Katsuki loved it, kissing back just as enthusiastically. Neither of you stop until the need to breath became a necessity, both of you breaking away with a gasp, both of you panting and lips kissed red.

Katsuki was the one who went for the bedside table, leaning across to yank open the top draw and grab one of the foil packets he knew would be there. He reared up onto his knees as the ripped the thing open with his teeth, quickly rolling the condom down his aching length as letting the empty packet flutter down onto the sheets to de found latter. He was back on you within seconds, sealing his lips over yours in yet another demanding kiss. Braced himself on one arm by your head, Katsuki gently slipped his other hand down your thigh to grip at your knee, tugging your leg up to curl around his side. Forcing himself away from your lips Katsuki rested his forehead against yours and gently shuffled forward, his hand guiding the head of his dick to your entrance so he could push into you. He watched as your mouth fell open of a breathy little gasp, your eyes flutter closed and nails digging into his biceps from where you had curled your hands around them

Once he was fully inside you, he stopped, breathing heavily and waiting for your signal to move. After a few torturously long seconds your eyes opened finding his red ones and shinning with a mix of emotions Katsuki was too scared to even try and name. Instead, he leant down, his lips finding yours in a gentle kiss. As soon as your grip on his arms loosened Katsuki began to thrust, his pace just as slow as your kisses. He stayed close to you, his chest pressed against yours and legs intertwined. There was nothing fast and hard about it, his hips rocking gently in and out of you. It was intimate, Katsuki would even go as far as to call it making love. Just the two of you, so close that all they could feel was the other, all they could see was each other, breathing in the others air and lips meeting in gentle and love filles kisses.

Reluctantly he pulled away from you, groaning at the feeling of you clenching around him. He dragged his nose along your cheek, his mouth following close behind as he pressed light kisses against your cheek until he reached your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and nipping gently at it. “I love you,” he whispered against your ear, “love you so fucking much it hurts.” You clenched around him at his declaration, so tightly that it was almost like you were trying to keep him inside of you. “Love you to Katsuki, more than anything.” Katsuki’s heart felt like it was going to explode, something inside his chest untangling and leaving him feeling a thousand times lighter than he had coming here.

Grunting, Katsuki started to move a little faster, a little harder, delighting in the little hitch of breath as your arms tightened around him. It didn’t take long before he could feel his orgasm getting closer, the coil in his stomach tightening again as your insides fluttered around him. Panting he let his head rest against your shoulder, his eyes squeezing shut as he gave himself over to his pleasure. This wasn’t the ideal position, being pressed so close to you but he didn’t want to move, didn’t want to stop touching your because if he did this might all disappear and he would find himself stood back in your hallway, the two of you screaming at each other more.

His fingers tightened on your leg, nails digging in enough that he would leave little half-moon indents. They wouldn’t be there long, but it would still be proof that this was real, that you had accepted him, faults and all and welcomed him into your arms. Not that he deserved, because he didn’t. How could he after everything he had done but he sure as hell wasn’t going to stay that way. Katsuki was going to work hard and prove himself, to you, to all those stupid extras. He was going to be worth something, was going to be able to stand next to you for the word to see without feeling like he didn’t belong.

Katsuki didn’t even realise he had been crying until gentle hands curled around his chin, lifting his head so you could see him. Your thumbs brushed away his tears that silently rolled down his cheeks, smiling softly up at him like he was your world. “I love you Katsuki,” you said again, holding his gaze and making sure he understood you, “just the way you are.” That was it for Katsuki, whatever little hold he had on his fraying emotions slipping through his fingers.

With a choaked off sob Katsuki pressed his lips against yours, trying to convey with that one kiss everything he couldn’t put into words. How grateful he was to have you in his life. How much he loved you and needed you. His hopes for the future and his hunger for this moment right now. He needed you to know that you were part of his everything and that without you it would all come crashing down around him because he hadn’t realised how much he had needed you until he thought he was going to lose you.

You moaned so sweetly into the kiss, one hand sliding into his hair again as the other splayed across his back between his shoulder blades. Katsuki’s pace sped up, thrusting into you as hard and fast as he could in the position you were in. The hand that had been holding your leg slipped between the two of you, deft fingers rubbing against your clit in an attempt to push you over the edge first. You broke of the kiss with a gasp, head tipping back and leaving you neck bare for him to feast on.

Growling he kissed along the exposed column, teeth nipping at you only to sooth over the red spots with his tongue. “Come on sweetheart,” he mumbled against your neck, “wonna feel you, hear you.” Katsuki sped his fingers up, pressing down harder in his need to feel you coming undone around him. It didn’t take long, your walls clenched around him tightly as your back bowed. He lifted his head just intime to see your mouth open on a silent scream, eyes screwed shut and your whole body tensing as you came. Your nails dug into his back, your hold on his hair tightening as you pulled him in closer. It only took a few more thrusts after that, Katsuki finding his own release as he stole yet another kiss to muffle his own cry of pleasure.

The come down is just as slow as their lovemaking, Katsuki resting his forehead against yours, his eyes closed and your hot breath mixing as your hearts raced. He could feel himself softening inside you, the sensation of the cum filled condom becoming uncomfortable and despite how much he wanted stay there he knew he had to move. With a groan he reluctantly rolled off you, collapsing back onto the bed. He quickly yanked the condom off, trying the end and dumbing it on the bedside table to get rid of it latter.

Normally, afterwards Katsuki would pull you into his side, curling his arm around your waist and burring his face in your hair as you used his pec as a pillow. Not tonight though, Katsuki the one to curl into your side, his head resting on your shoulder, one arm draped over your stomach and your legs entwined. You didn’t ask why the change, sighing softly as you turned into him slight, draping one arm over his stomach and curling the other behind him so you could gently strike your fingers through his hair. It was soothing, the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest and the gentle brush of your fingers through his hair. It didn’t take long for his eyes to start dropping, the whirlwind of emotions from the last couple of hours taking its toll on him. He felt exhausted both physically and emotionally and he was ready to just sleep for a day or two, maybe a week if he could stay in your arms. He was almost completely out when you spoke next, your voice nothing more than a whisper.

“I’m sorry about all this stuff with Shoto. I know it upsets you when they start saying stuff about us.” Katsuki grunted at your words; his eyes still firmly closed but letting you know he was listening. He felt on edge again, already stealing himself for another fight at the mention of the other man. “But you know its not true, right Kats?” He felt you move, most likely pulling your head back so you could look at him properly and expecting him to look back at you, but Katsuki didn’t move, didn’t do anything. The silence was probably more telling then he wanted it to be. Sighing you went back to stroking his hair, moving your head back so your lips were pressed against his forehead. “Shoto’s my best friend, more like a brother then anything else and that all he’s ever going to be. We’ve been through a lot together and maybe that’s made us a little overly familiar with one another but that’s not because we have any kind of romantic feelings for each other. He’s family, the only one I had for a while and I,” you paused audibly swallowing and Katsuki knew he wasn’t going to like what you said next. “I love him Kats.”

Katsuki took a deep shuddering breath at your whispered confession, his eyes screwed shut so tightly he was seeing spots in the darkness. “I know,” he said quietly, like he was admitting to some kind of crime. He did know that, knew that the both of you had gone through hell when you were kids and had found solace with the only person who had been able to understand. He knew you loved the other man, had seen it first hand when you had stood by his side when all that bullshit with his family had been made public. And yet that didn’t stop the sharp sting of jealousy that shot through him at your words or the feeling of doubt and paranoia that he was going to lose you to the other man in the end.

“I know that this was all an accident, that what we have wasn’t supposed to happen,” Katsuki wanted to run, wanted to jump out the fucking window and fly away because this was all sound like some sort of long explanation of why it wouldn’t work between the two of you. He had known he had gone to far this time, had known the moment you had started cry but he had been stupid enough to hope for some glimmer of hope in the bleak reality that was his life. If you were going to end it then he wanted you just to say it outright, none of this pussy footing around and throwing him a pity fuck like it would make this all easier somehow by getting his dick wet. He was just about to say that to you when you spoke next and Katsuki’s words got stuck in his throat, his eyes snapping open wide and full of surprise. “But I’m so glad it did Katsuki because for the first time in a long time I actually feel like I’m alive, that I’m my own person. I’m actually happy and that’s all because I have you in my life now.” He didn’t know what to say, just staring unseeingly down your still naked body as his heart raced and his mind tried to process what you had said.

He had never made anyone happy before in his life. Not his parents or his teachers and definitely not any of his so-called friends who had only flowed him around because he was the biggest meanest kind at school. He had terrified Deku, had been the reason the other man had needed therapy and maybe sure, once upon a time when they had been brats, he had been able to make the other smile but that was so far in the past that it could hardly count. No all Katsuki had ever done was hurt and disappoint people yet here you were, telling him that despite everything he had done and said, despite the tears he had made you cry and the heartache he had caused he had still made you happy. That couldn’t be possible. Surely, he had broken to much to still be considered a good thing in your life.

You gently took hold of his chin, tipping his head back so he was looking up at you. You were smiling softly down at him, your eyes practically sparkling, and Katsuki was trapped, unable to look away. “I love you Bakugou Katsuki and I plan on doing so for a very long time. That is, if you’ll have me?” You tried to keep your voice even, but Katsuki could pick out the uncertainty at the end as your smile fell slightly. He could see it in your eyes as well, like you thought he was going to up and leave you. As if he could ever do that. “For as long as you’ll let me.” You smile cam back full force at his gruff words, already swopping down for a kiss before he had even had a chance to breath. Katsuki grunted as you collided with him, saying how much you loved him again and again between kisses. At some point the two of you ended up on your sides, face to face and a mess of smiles and mumbled I love you’s as the frantic kisses dissolved into gently and languid brushes of your lips that seemed to go on forever.

It had been a long day, one filled with every spectrum of human emotion that Katsuki could think of, and it had left him feeling strung out and a little tender yet right now Katsuki felt more at piece than he had in months. He wasn’t an idiot; he knew that his issues weren’t fixed and that there would still be some hostility toward the man he perceived as a threat to his happiness. There would probably be more arguments in the future, your stubbornness and his short fuse almost guaranteeing it but after today he was confident that the two of you would be able to work through it. It wasn’t going to be easy but nothing in his life had been, the only difference was that he finally found something worth the work because you were worth it, and Katsuki didn’t plan on letting you go. Not now. Not ever. And definitely not to the half ‘n’ half bastard, Todoroki Shoto.

A/N: Sooooooo, I'm kind of starting in the middle of things here because honestly I'm so lazy and didn't want to write yet another big old world building piece that consumed my entire life for however long I was working on it. But if your interested here are some things you might want to know about the world this is set in.

First thing, no quirks. Katsuki was a smart kid with a hole host of expectations on his shoulders and treated like the genius he was whilst also being told he wasn't good enough and pushing him to do better. Long story short he gets kicked out of his amazing school for skipping classes and starting fights and after a rather explosive argument with his parents Katsuki goes and gets drunk and ends up getting in yet another fight but this time someone ends up in hospital. He goes to jail, loosing any prospects and when he gets out 4 years latter his parents wont take him back and no one will higher him because of his criminal history. He ends up getting a job at some shady bar and his probation officer (Kiri) finds him a cheap apartment in an equally shady part of the city. after a couple of months he manages to get a second job working as a personal trainer at a high end gym but that's only because Eijiro managers to convince a friend to give the blonde a chance.

Enter reader-chan.

Katsuki's been working at the bar for just over six months when late one night a women comes in who is clearly not from around these parts. your cars broken down and you ask to use the bars phone to call a ride not a tow, stating loudly that you had left the keys in the ignition of your expensive car and didn't care what happened to it. Katsuki keeps the lest savoury kind away from you whilst you wait for your ride and despite his best efforts he ends up chatting with you for a bit. When you're gone he thinks he will never see you again but a week latter your back, dressed more like the people in the bar but so very obvious worth more money then they are.

It becomes a thing and then one thing leads to another and the two of you have a one night stand, except it doesn't stay that way. It's when your already a thing that Katsuki finds out how rich you actually are and more importantly who you are. There's a lot of arguments, Katsuki accusing you of just looking for a bit of fun in the scum of the city because that's what rich bitches like you do whilst you try to make him understand that he actually meant something to you. Eventually you decide to give it a go, planning on keeping it a secret too avoid any unnecessary attention and things are actually going pretty well. There's just one problem and that Todoroki Shoto and the weird ass relationship the two of you have. A relationship so close that half the country already think your dating and the other half thinking that its going to happen eventually. All Katsuki knows is that he's going to kill that half 'n' half bastard if he see's one more thing about how good the two of you would be together.

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smileydk · 1 year ago

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The Town Weirdo

Pairing: Misfit!Wooyoung x Popular!Reader

Summary: Jung Wooyoung was a misfit. He didn't look different, he didn't dress too differently, he didn't act different, someone just decided that he didn't fit into the frame, and everyone hopped on the idea. Everyone except one, who didn’t want to judge before knowing both sides of a story.

cw/tw: bullying, harsh language, mental and physical abuse, domestic violence, fluffy, angst, mentions of rape and kidnapping

They acted as if he didn't existed. They all thought that maybe if they don't think about him, he'd disappear. He was like a bogger in the school's nose, like an eyelash in your eye. Simply there to annoy, never to do any good.

Even the adults treated him like nothing.

He was never called on in class, even if he raised his hand. He rarely ever got his tests back, grades would be shit because they didn't like him.

He hadn't done anything to be hated. He had always kept to himself, he'd always studied, he was (technically) a straight A-student, he'd never done anything to offend anyone.

He always wore an oversized, black hoodie, black, baggy cargo pants and a pair of purple air Jordans. Occasionally the hoodie would change color, but mostly he wore all black. He fit into the school's fashion perfectly.

Yet, for whatever reason, the football team decided that since everyone hated him, why not make his life fucking miserable? His life wasn't hard enough already, with everyone avioding him like the plague.

A young girl, no older than 5 years, had gone missing a few months ago. In such a small town news traveled fast. Everyone knew about her disappeareance.

At first everyone were worried, everyone looked for her. But as time passed and nothing was found, people needed someone to put the blame on. So why not choose the most hated boy in town?

Jung Wooyoung.

He had nothing to lose anyways.

''You know the girl who disappeared? He probably took her. He's probably a little pervert. He probably got her locked up in her basement and uses her whenever he feels the urge to''

Comments like these were almost normalized in the small town. Something that didn’t sit right with one girl.

She couldn't understand what he ever did to be hated, even by his own mom. She'd seen him sleeping on a bench, outside an old and abandoned restaurant.

She felt bad for him. Her own family was of high status in the town. They were rich and donated a lot of money to the small hospital, the two schools and such.

Kim Jiwoo, the youngest in the whole family, had always been rather open minded. She never liked judging people by others words. She wanted to know him, not what everyone thought about him.

She sighed as she heard her "friends" talking about the boy once more. They weren't really her friends, they simply hung out with her because of money and status, and they never had anything kind to say about anyone but themselves and Jiwoo.

''Hey, do you actually think he keeps her in his basement?'' Ara asked in an amused tone, knowing very well that Wooyoung heard her.

''Yeah, of course he does'' Hana replied in even more amused tone as she noticed that Wooyoung posture changed slightly. ''He’s a pervert. He probably keeps her in the basement, has her way with her when he wants, and he probably keeps pictures of her in his phone and rubs one out while watching it''

''I hope he falls down a well and withers away, alone in the dark'' Ara finished before they both started cackling.

Jiwoo let out a tired sigh and turned around in her seat. ''Would both of you shut up? There's no concrete evidence that Wooyoung's done shit, and how would you feel if people spread a rumour about you murdering someone? Or raping? Or kidnapping?''

Minho, the quarterback smirked. He heard the whole conversation since he literally sat next to Jiwoo. Jiwoo'd just assumed that he never listened to them.

''Challenge accepted!''

Jiwoo turned to the boy. ''A) Did you just Barney Stinson me? B) What challenge?''

''I'm gonna steal Wooyoung's phone and prove that he's a pervert!''

Jiwoo sighed. She decided, for once, to take action instead of being all talk. So she stood up, in the middle of the teacher's introduction, and walked over to Wooyung's desk.

The corner in the back.

''Can I sit here?''

The boy looked up from the desk, on which he was currently carving a face, since no one cared what he did anyways. He looked confused. Why would someone wanna sit with him?

He mumbled a quiet ''sure'' and put away the knife and sat up straight.

He knew carrying a knife around and carving shit into the furniture didn't exactly support his attempt on proving himself innocent, but after a while he stopped caring about what everyone thought about him.

''Do you wanna hang out after school?'' Jiwoo asked, still that gorgeous, model smile on her lips.

Wooyoung felt a bit ashamed as he stared at her lips. He wondered what they’d feel like. What they’d taste like.

''Why would you wanna hang out with me?'' He asked and turned his attention back to his little carving.

Jiwoo shrugged. She didn’t know why. She was simply a social butterfly. And he intrigued her.

''I like being social. You intrigue me for some reason, and you’re the only person in the school who doesn’t kiss my ass for status and money ''

''Well, sorry little miss daddy's Princess, but that ain’t gonna happen, ever''

The girl realized how it sounded. ''No! I didn’t mean it like that. I like that you don’t do it. To be honest, I don’t really have any real friends''

Wooyoung let out a sarcastic laugh. ''Oh yeah? Couldn’t daddy’s money buy you some?''

That was it for Jiwoo. Here she was, being as nice as humanly possible when you don’t know someone, especially when there’s a rumor that he’d murdered someone and another one stating that he’d kidnapped and raped a five year old girl.

She always tried to keep the judgement low, or non-existent. But anyone would be kind of concerned with a murder rumour. She thought she was doing a great job at being nice, yet he treated her like a piece of shit.

''Listen here you fucking asshole, I came over here to try and be nice. I wanted to prove to the town that you’re not some weirdo, kidnapping rapist, but apparently you hate everyone, and I can’t judge you, but I have never done shit to you. In fact, when we were in 4th grade, I beat up Dae for bullying you, but fuck you''

Jiwoo started packing up her stuff to go back to her other desk. They both knew all eyes were on them since Jiwoo’s outburst wasn’t the most silent person in the universe.

Wooyoung cursed himself for being such an asshole. It was a habit at this point. If someone tried being nice, his defense mechanism would turn on. He just assumed no one ever wished him well.

He grabbed her arm. ''Look, I’m sorry. You’re right. It’s just… with everyone being nice to me, and then shoving me down a well or similar, it’s hard accepting when someone’s being genuine''

Yes, it had actually happened. Wooyoung was seven and his "best friend" had asked him to come to his house and hang out. He did, and his "best friend" shoved him into a well. In which he had to lay in for three hours, crying his eyes out.

The girl smiled. She could accept that as an apology. And it seemed quite logical what he said. Survival instincts.

She sat back down and smiled. ''So, do you wanna hang out? My dad’s pulling out his ugly old barbecue. When he cooks, there’s enough to feed the whole town. I promise, if they do anything that makes you uncomfortable, you can leave ''

The boy thought about it. ''Sure, uhm, but I gotta do one thing before we go to yours''

Whispers followed his reply. People were sure that Jiwoo pranked him, that she only asked him out of pity, or because she had a bigger plan. All were wrong. She genuinly wanted to get to know the man.

The boy intrigued her, so she acted on it. And to be fair, he was ridiculously good-looking under the black hood.

As the class went on, Jiwoo couldn't be more bored. ''Does anyone know the answer to question 10?'' The teacher looked at the class.

Wooyoung raised his hand, something Jiwoo'd seen him do a lot, but he never got to answer since the teachers seemed to hate him just as much as the students.

''No one?'' The teacher asked, his gaze avoiding Wooyung's corner.

''1939'' Wooyoung said out loud, tired of being ignored.

''Don't speak unless I tell you to!'' The teacher snapped in a rude tone.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes and sunk back down in his seat. ''Asshole'' He mumbled under his breath, causing Jiwoo to chuckle.

While Wooyoung packed up his stuff Minho passed by their desk. It confused them both since he sat in the front.

Without missing a beat Minho snatched Wooyoung's phone from the table and rushed out of the classroom. Jiwoo cursed the fact that Minho was the quarterback. He literally got the position because he could run.

Wooyoung let out a quiet sigh and slung his bag over his shoulder. Jiwoo copied his actions. ''Let's get your phone back, eh?''

''Uhm, I can survive without it''

''Wuss, I'll do it. Let's go''

They headed out of the classroom and spotted everyone in the hallway, gathered around the tall quarterback.

Jiwoo let out a quiet sigh. She walked up to Minho, after pushing her way through the small crowd. She tapped him harshly on the shoulder. When he turned around Jiwoo quickly withdrew her arm and punched the boy in the face as hard as she could.

A small crunch was heard and Wooyoung's phone dropped, right into Jiwoo's expecting hands.

''Don't take things that aren't yours'' Jiwoo smiled sweelty and threw Wooyoung his phone.

Wooyoung pointed behind her. Jiwoo turned around and spotted the quarterback charging at her. ''Why does he have to make things so difficult? Hold this, love'' She handed Wooyoung her bag.

Wooyoung froze for a short moment. Jiwoo called him "Love".

Minho stopped before her and stared down at her. ''Listen here Kim-''

''No, you listen her Park, you've been an asshole since the day I met you. You've never been nice to anyone but your minions, you've never treated Wooyoung as a person. My parents basically run this town, my dad's a lawyer, my mom's... important, let's see who wins?''

Minho fell silent and stared at the very short, yet fiesty girl. ''Well... fuck off''

''Now to the rest of you assholes, did you find a single picture of anything? Any proof? Anything?''

No one said anything.

''That's what I thought!''

''He had a picture of you!''

Jiwoo slowly turned around and looked at Wooyoung. He looked horrified. ''Can I see?''

Wooyoung unlocked his phone and handed it over to Jiwoo. She scrolled through his cameraroll and found two pictures of her. One in the dining hall where she sat alone, side profile towards him as the sun came through thw window, and one of her lauhging about... whatever.

''I look amazing- wow'' Jiwoo mumbled and zoomed in on herself. ''Be gone, idiots! I see no harm in these'' She handed the phone back to the owner. ''Let's head to mine then, loverboy''

''Jiwoo! You coming?'' Ara and Hana asked and turned to their friend. They were planning to hang out earlier, but she wasn't too excited about that anymore.

''No, I'm gonna hang out with Wooyoung'' The girl replied without even looking at her two friends.

The two girls scoffed and looked at the boy. ''Why? He's a kidnappeing pervert''

''So? Do any of you have any proof, whatsoever, of anything? I'm heading out with him, bye''

Wooyoung followed Jiwoo out to her car. His eyes widened. ''Holy fuck, that's a nice car''

A chuckle left the girl's lips. The laugh sounded like heaven to Wooyuong's ears. ''Well, get in. Where did you need to go?''

Wooyoung snapped out of his daydreaming and looked at the girl. ''Oh, uhm, just outside town. I do some charity work at a orphanage there''

Jiwoo smiled. ''You're such sweetheart''

The boy blushed. ''Well, I know how it is living without parents so.... yeah''

She smiled and started the car. Jiwoo drove and Wooyoung gave directions to the building.

When they stopped outside the daycare and Wooyoung got out, he was immediately ambushed by kids. He squatted down and held out his arms as the kids hugged him.

Jiwoo smiled as he spoke with each of them, asking about their day. ''Oppa, who's she? Is she your girlfriend?'' One of the small girls asked with a smirk.

Wooyoung turned around and looked at Jiwoo. ''No, she's a friend. Be nice to her''

A few of the kids immediately walked up to her and started introducing themselves with wide smiles. One girl in particular had a tight grip on Wooyoung's pant leg. She seemed very shy.

Jiwoo walked up her and squatted down in front of her. ''Hello, I'm Jiwoo. What's your name?''

She hid behind Wooyoung's tall frame. ''Uhm... Arin''

''Pretty name, fits perfectly for such a pretty girl'' Jiwoo said and smiled as sweetly as she possibly could.

Arin seemed to accept it and smiled. ''You're sp pretty, Unnie. Are you Oppa's girlfriend?''

''Just a friend I'm afraid''

The small toddler pouted. ''But you're so pretty!''

Jiwoo chuckled as she leaned closer to her. ''Can you keep a super secret secret?'' The girl nodded excitedly. ''Oppa is really handsome, but you can't tell him''

''I promise!'' She giggled and ran away.

The girl stood up straight and looked at Wooyoung, who was frozen in his spot.

Kim Jiwoo, the perfect dream girl, thought he was handsome? The town's misfit, the weirdo creep?

''You there Wooyoung?'' Jiwoo waved her hand in front of his face.

''Hm? Yeah''

''Ah! Wooyoung, right? Welcome!'' Chaeyoung greeted the boy happily as Jiwoo introduced them.

Wooyoung's eyes widened as she squeezed him in a tight hug. He looked at Jiwoo with a panicked look. No one had ever shown him this much love.

''Yah, eomma, you can't just hug people I bring home. Not everyone's comfortable with that!''

The woman immediately pulled away from the hug. ''I'm so sorry Wooyoung, it's just... Jiwoo's girlfriends are all... rude, and you seem to sweet''

The boy was still surprised, as well as confused. ''So you've not heard the rumours?''

''Yeah, well, I prefer creating my own opinion'' The woman smiled sweetly. ''Food will be on the table in a minute, unless your father screws it up again''

Jiwoo chuckled and led Wooyoung up to her room. Wooyoung only stood awkwardly in the door opening, as the only time he'd ever been at someone else's house was with an old "friend" who didn't allow him on the furniture, as if he was a dog.

''Sit wherever'' Jiwoo threw her school bag into her closet and closed it. She sat down on her bed, removed her shoes, and crossed her legs.

Wooyoung carefully sat down in her office chair. He wasn't sure what to do.

''So, tell me about you. I wanna get to know you! I doubt you're a kidnapper since you volunteer at the orphanage''

The boy chuckled. ''Well, uhm, there's not much to know about me. I'm homeless since my own mother hated that everyone knew her son, especially for something bad. I volunteered at the orphanage before that. Uhm, then the girl went missing and since everyone already hated me it was easy to put the blame on me. And yeah, the rest you know''

''You can stay here if you want. We have a spare bedroom'' Jiwoo offered with that same, sweet smile she always wore when she spoke to him.

Wooyoung didn't know what to think about it. He adored it. It made the girl even more beautiful, if that was even possible, but he also felt like she only acted like this out of pity.

''Look, if you're only doing this for some kind of Univeristy resume, or pity, or some kind of... attention from the whole town, just drop the act now and I'll never bother you again''

Wooyoung was ready for her to either lash out on him for "exposing" her, or laugh and throw him out, or continue her lie, but she didn't.

''I know you think I'm doing this out of pity. I know you only see me as some... rich daddy's girl, but I genuinly want to help you, and I really think you are sweet, if you want to at least. Carving faces into the wall works against you, but yeah''

The boy was stunned.

''And I didn't lie before, you are really handsome'' Jiwoo winked and smirked.

''Thanks'' He blushed slightly and pulled up his hood again.

Jiwoo chukled. ''You're a blushy one'' She teased and took out her phone. ''Give me your number''

Wooyoung was hesitant but did as requested. ''Why?''

''Kids! Food!''

''So we can hang out again'' Jiwoo said in a duh-tone.

Wooyoung made a quiet "ah" sound and quickly entered his number into her, much newer, phone. Jiwoo took Wooyoung's phone and did the same to his. She held it up and took a silly selfie before handing it back.

''Smile'' Jiwoo smiled and directed her phone camera to Wooyoung's face. The man did as requested and smiled. ''Pretty, now let's go eat''

''So, Jung Wooyoung, correct?'' Jiwoo's father, Changkyun, turned to the new face.

''Yes, sir''

Changkyun smiled. ''He called me Sir, I like this one!''

Jiwoo chuckled as she ate. Her father loved meeting new people. Especially if they looked up to him. He enjoyed the ego-boost.

''Well, how come you two are hanging ouy? Jiwoo only has mean friends, but you seem really sweet'' Changkyun asked bluntly.

Wooyoung let out an awkward laugh. ''Well, Sir, she sat with me in math. Why I have no idea''

''Because he was intriguing, and my friends are all assholes, might as well make some new ones. And he's the only one in school I haven't spoken to before''

Chaeyoung chuckled to herself. She enjoyed Wooyoung's company, and her daughter seemed to enjoy it as well.

''So, any girls, Wooyoung?'' Chaeyoung asked.

''Eomma!'' Jiwoo glared at her mother.

''Uhm, no ma'am, afraid all the girls in school hates me or are terrified of me, well, except Jiwoo apparently'' Wooyoung smiled sweetly.

Jiwoo looked at the boy with a sweet smile. Well, according to her mother it was "adoring". Chaeyoung was convinced her daughter had found her "one".

Jiwoo and Wooyoung finished their dinner and were quick to disappeared up to her room again.

Wooyoung cursed himself as he caught himself staring at Jiwoo's lips once more.

''Fuck her lips are pretty- even prettier when she smiles''

''I can see you staring'' Jiwoo chuckled and smiled. ''You got lip-fetisch, or what?''

''N-n-no! I just- your- I- your lips are pretty''

Jiwoo chuckled and sat down in front of him. ''Oh yeah? They're pretty?''

Wooyoung didn't know what to do. He was panicking on the inside while also keeping all his focus on Jiwoo's lips. She was so close. He could smell her sweet scent. He could see the glitter specks in her pink, cherry lipgloss.

''Wanna feel them? Or taste them?'' Jiwoo knew she was frisky. But she thought she'd picked up some... hint. A small, subtle nod. Jiwoo smiled again, that sweet, gorgeous smile. That smile Wooyuong had never seen, before she looked at him.

Her smile made him feel like the only person in the entire the world. Her smile made him feel like every problem he'd ever had had disappeared. Her smile made him lose his mind and not focus on anything but her.

Jiwoo chuckled and laid a hand on Wooyoung's shoulder. ''You sure? You don't have to kiss me unless you really want to''

''I- I-... I really want to kiss you, I'm just worried that you'll be let down by me doing... being, well, me''

''Come on, my first was Minho in our class, it's hard to let me down'' She laid a hand on Wooyoung's cheek. ''And who knows, maybe I'll let you down?''

''You could probably never let me down'' Wooyoung smiled weakly.

Jiwoo smiled and laid her small hand on his cheek. She leaned closer, slowly if Wooyoung wanted to back out. He didn't. Jiwoo pressed her lips against Wooyoung's.

Wooyoung might be new to this whole thing, altough he had his fair share of kisses, but he carefully wrapped his arms around Jiwoo's waist and pulled her into his lap.

A small smile rose to the girl's lips as she straddled him. She wrapped her arms around Wooyoung's broad shoulders and pulled him closer.

The man was touch-deprived, and slightly desperate. His hands landed on her hips and his thumbs automatically started rubbing circles on them.

Jiwoo parted her lips slightly, allowing Wooyoung to do as he pleased. Wooyoung accepted the invite and started exploring her mouth with his tongue.

A small, breathy moan left Jiwoo's lips. She was also, slightly, touch-deprived.

She pulled away and chuckled slightly. ''Someone's excited''

Wooyoung blushed and rested his forehead against Jiwoo's shoulder. ''You're mean''

''Yet here you are, without your pent up walls''

''For you only''

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