#final calmed back down and now a random man had just yelled in my face bc i didn't want to talk to him.

[buggotbrain]

you can be having the most basic regular uneventful day and here comes a man. someone you haven't seen before and will never see again. his only purpose is to heckle you for the simple fact of being a woman. LEAVE ME ALONE !!!!

[11rosebunny]

┆彡 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

Chapter two

HAJIME UMEMIYA X READER

Upon landing his eyes on yours, it took him a few seconds to breathe in again until the guy he came with started marching his way to where you stood with the first-year boys.

"You little SHITS!"

Your eyes widened as you followed the image of a hotheaded male with sharp features and short spiky hair that seemed to be withering away from a shade of blonde.

His shark-like teeth grew wide when a scowl appeared on his face and grabbed Sakura's head with steam coming from his ears. You backed away in shock at the scene before you.

"What the hell I tell you about followin' my orders?!" Spit flew out from his mouth hitting the poor boy's face. Nirei's face bellowed into fear while Sugishita and Suo looked away feeling sweat drop from their foreheads.

"Gross! You're spitting on me again!" The black and white-haired boy shouted back.

You stood there watching the two argue back and forth since nobody else dared to intervene, otherwise if they did, the third-year male would've torn their heads' off.

Then soon after, footsteps approached the table.

"Calm down Hiragi." An easygoing voice spoke over the fight in front of you.

The grey-haired man walked up to where his friend was practically mauling Sakura's face. Then, he placed his hand on the punk's shoulder making him snap at him.

"What?!"

A smile went on his face, "We can deal with them later. You do realize we have a guest with us?"

Hiragi's grip on Sakura loosened as he turned to look at the newcomer, his expression softening slightly. His eyes flickered to you, and for a moment, you caught a glimpse of vulnerability beneath his tough exterior.

The grey-haired man nodded towards you with a friendly smile, his demeanor calming the tense atmosphere. "Let's not ruin our guest's impression of us, Hiragi. We can handle this later."

The four other boys twisted their head's at the sudden tone their older classmate had put on.

"Haah—? What's up with you now?" Sakura nudged at the boy. It was odd seeing how his president acted towards the stranger he didn't know of while the only background noises was the spiky-haired boy yelling at Sugishita. You stood their awkwardly as the grey-haired man spoke to you.

"May I ask who you are? I don't mean to come off as rude. It's just that I haven't seen you around here before." He smiled sweetly catching you off guard at how friendly he was.

The both of you stared at each other taking in your features. He never recalls meeting anyone like you before—never bumped into you on the Main Street, or during weekend days. Generally, the grey-haired boy knew nearly everyone in the town he's grown up in even since he was a middle schooler. So when he comes across somebody he's never bumped into, he's stumped and almost intrigued on who you were.

"[Last name] [First Name]."

You answered after a couple of seconds from silence. You started blinking away, not understanding why he had gotten quiet all of a sudden. Had you said something off?

But then, the weirdest thing happened. He laughed.

"Wh—"

"That's amazing! I've never met you before can you believe it?!" His hand reached to the top of your head. Was he, patting it?

From the sidelines, Nirei sweat dropped before mumbling to himself, "Well obviously. Isn't this their first interaction?" He whispered to Suo. The other boy nodded finding the older man's response a bit stupid.

Instantly, your hands flayed around in the air, feeling nervous that a random man you've never met began to pat your head continuously. "Uhhh."

Shortly after, he let out a sigh and removed his hand. Your face was now startled as you looked back at him with an unsure smile. He was acting way too easygoing than anyone you've ever encountered before (although not many).

"Anyways, what brings you here? I can see that the younger ones are already aware of you." He asked as the spiky-haired male in the background finally stopped arguing with Sugishita.

"I found Kyotaro unconscious in an alleyway?" You answered a little quiet. All 6 of them stopped speaking.

"Ah."

"Haah?"

"Oh?"

"WHAT?!"

The reactions of each of them progressively got worse. Then once again, the man began to go right back to arguing with Sugishita who this time began to scowl and look away in embarrassment. Then, the man before you began to laugh again.

Your head swung to look at him but in a flash he put his hands on your shoulders and began to guide you away from the scene.

"Ahah, I think we should go now yes?"

It wasn't an awkward walk back down than you thought it might have been. You were able to read the room and silently agreed it was also better if you'd leave in that moment. You continued walking behind him as you lead you to the exit of the school, he was humming an unknown song while he was at it.

"You don't speak much [Name]." He said out loud randomly as you two were now on the bottom floor.

"I don't?"

He chuckled, "You sure do, nothing bad about that though." He shoved his hands in his pockets. Although you couldn't see his face, you could tell by the way he spoke it sounded like he was grinning. Then, he turned his head to look at you.

"But..."

"You haven't even asked for my name." He concluded with a curious smile.

By now, you two were finally at the doors to the outside, but before you could step out, you jumped when you realized what he said was true.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! What's your name?" You panicked. He snickered finding the way your face went in shock to be amusing.

He opened to door for you to walk out first then shortly walked closer to you causing the door to close.

"Hajime Umemiya."

Chapter three

[thebatcave45]

I Missed You 

No warnings. Small Bruce Wayne drabble. No descriptions of reader. Fluff. WC 816

**gif not mine**

You work closely with Bruce Wyane at his Wayne Enterprises office. He’s been gone for close to a month now instead of the two weeks he said he’d be. You had found excuses to text each other about work but it wasn’t enough. You didn’t feel it was your place to question if he was still actually on the work trip or not but you were getting antsy. Regardless, you missed him. Badly. You had started to notice the tiredness of his face and occasional bruise peeking out of his collar just before he left and it was worrying you. What was he up to at night?

 The morning he reappeared you were at an appointment but his secretary had texted you of his return. Almost slamming into multiple people, you had to practically yell at yourself to slow down and walk towards Wayne Tower at a normal pace. 

***

His back was turned to you as he greeted a man in a crisp gray suit into his office. Dang, you thought. Just the site of him however made you instantly calm down. Walking to your own office, you sat in your comfy desk chair and tried to keep busy by shuffling papers. Finally you leaned back and closed your eyes for several minutes until you heard a familiar ding on your computer and a little box popped up in the lower right corner. 

Come to my office when you have a moment.

 Please. 

-Bruce 

The please was because you had jokingly scolded him one day about needing to be polite, even on the company messenger system. He always added it now as an inside joke. You highly doubted he remembered to say it to anyone else, even as an afterthought. 

 You gathered a folder and some random papers you needed his approval on and made your way to his office. Leaning over his secretaries’ desk as you had done multiple times a day for the past few years now, you pushed the button that would buzz in his office letting him know someone wanted in. The familiar click of the electronic door unlocking signaled to you could head in without him even questioning who it was. Grateful to see his head was down as you walked towards him, it was ridiculous your face felt so flushed. 

“I’m guessing you have a pile of very boring crap waiting for me to sign.” He finally looks up from his desk and his smile starts to fade. 

In one fluid motion he stands and scoots his chair back. As he stood, you were still making your way towards his desk. As you started to slow down, reaching it, he was already around it and meeting you face to face.

"Actually, it’s very important crap that..” but by then he was already kissing you. Not hard and forceful, but almost with a sense of need. You slightly backed up, breaking it. 

“I’m so sorry” he quickly spilled out. Looking almost horrified with himself. 

“No, I just, uh, wait, what?” you started to giggle as you often did when you were nervous. He looked at you with sadness and worry that he had just misread the tension between you two for months now and acted in a completely unprofessional way, 

You watched it all flash before his eyes before quickly saying, “No no! Please don’t, I mean…Could you do that again?” Before he could think about it, he stepped forward and this time put his hand gently on either side of your face as he brought you in as he kissed you again. This time there was no doubt that it was needy. 

As you stood there for what could have been several minutes, you dropped the papers you were holding all over the floor. His arms moved to your waist and back as yours went to his neck and hair. He must have turned you from where you were because you could feel the front desk edge bump into your thighs. Almost sitting on it you heard a beep, shattering the moment. 

Without saying a word to each other, you bend down to the floor and start collecting the papers as he reaches over his desk to push the call button to his secretary's desk. “Give me just a minute. We are still discussing some business” he cooly says without sounding as flushed as he looks. “Very good Mr Wayne” you hear back. 

You are setting the papers down on Bruce’s desk as he makes his way to sit again. You don't make eye contact but he clears his throat. You turn to walk away and as you almost reach the door you quietly hear him. 

“I missed you” he says with almost a pleading tone. 

You turn your head back to look at him, softly smiling. “I missed you too” and walk out of his office.

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tiny side note. I've written on my main a few times but nothing huge. If you liked this, I understand why some things don't get rebloged but if you could comment what you liked possibly that would really help me improve my writing. Thanks for reading!!! 💕 💕💕

[bunnylove1]

.•His star•.

•.~Valentino x pornstar!reader

•.~WARNINGS: semi smut if you can even call it that, borderline toxicity, cuss words, small mentions of angsty stuff, fluff, mentions of blood and bruising a couple of times, and lastly Val being a dick head as always

•.~Love Val and thought this would be a fun idea!

Clips videos films photos shows, You were popular to the eyes and body’s of the male and female sinners, You didn’t mind all the attention it was your job, it kept you warm at night in a nice room at a somewhat nice apartment …, it wasn’t dirty, but it was sure busy and loud with other sinners making there print in the building 

You worked for Valentino for about a year now , he was a hot headed bipolar mess but he treated you…different from his other employees, he was nicer more sweeter, gave you gifts often, he’d even reward you after shoots with a nice dinner, he’d call you whenever he was pissed, he’d have you sit on his lap and calm him down. He thought you were “The best at calming people down” it was true 

The studio had tons of pornstars that would have panic attacks before and after shoots no matter if they were big or small and if they were violent or not, You were always the one to calm them down, you’ve seen some tuff shit at the studio but it was better then the streets.

Val sent you a text it read “Good morning cariño you’ve got along day a head of ya princess be prepared” knowing Val he was gonna have you working until your body gave out on him and you had to grab onto him to support yourself. You put your phone down not replying to him and just started to get ready, you never got all dressed up knowing that the studio would do that for you, the studio always had you dolled up just to get the makeup ruined and the clothes torn off 

Putting your black sweats on with a regular white tank with a jacket that had your star name on it, it was a gift from Val. You headed your way to the studio, but not without making it past a couple of cat callers, you finally made it. Opening the doors of the studio you were hit with the smell of cheap alcohol and expensive sex, walking to your room at the studio setting your stuff down by your vanity, Val opened your door “Cariño! How lovely of you to make it” he said slinging his bottom arms on his hips letting his other set be crossed under his chest. “Hi val, what do you have planned for me today?” You sat down at the end of your silk bed, the moth took a long drag of his cigarette letting the pink smoke hit your face “You’ve got a shoot at 1, and another at 3, with a film shoot at 4, and another shoot with some guys at 10” you huffed at the sound of a long day.

“Don’t huff at me. You wanted this” he said turning his back away from you looking at your already exhausted face in the big mirror that was faced to your bed. You mumbled some shit under your breath ‘right cause I sooooo wanted my holes to be filled with random peoples cum’ you went to get up and start the long day, “What was that cariño?” You twitched an eye “Nothing sir just ready to start my day” you gave him a painted on smile “Good let’s go the staff is waiting with makeup and an outfit” he said putting a hand on your back guiding you to the place you already know your way too

After the staff had done your make up they gave you a shiny leather body suit with black shiny thighed boots and a chocker they gave you a few props as well as a gag with a white gag ball, a leash and some rope. “Perfect cariño, just like that, I couldn’t just eat you out~, don’t fucking move, perfect darling keeping being a good girl for me, I didn’t tell you to stop posing!” Val yells sitting from his Director chair his legs crossed and his hand under his chin. 

After a long 2 shoots it was finally time for your film, Val told you what it was about, you must play a dumb girl who’s acted out while your partner played a dominate man who teaches you a lesson, how ‘fun’ you thought. Getting into position the film had started to roll, you were already done with the acting role play part and it was time for the actual thing. Your partner grabbed your hips and pulled you close stoping your face an inch away from his, he tightened his grip on you hips, this made you wince, he started to kiss you going down your neck bitting you, he hit a nerve while doing so causing you to jump back and wince at the blood that was dripping down your chest 

“HEY! CUT, CUT, CUT THE FUCKIN CAMERAS!” he said spitting pink spit out of his mouth motioning to stop the film, he stomped over and pulled you to his side with one of his arms and having another over your fresh wound causing you to flinch at the pressure he put on it, “What the FUCK is wrong with you, I SPECIFICALLY told you not to make her bleed! Get. Off. This. Set. NOW!”  He had this one rule with you that you were to never have wounds caused in films, he didn’t care if the others did but he didn’t want you to bleed or have bruises by these partners of yours, he was very pacific with that rule and told everyone of your partners, Val yelled at the actor and pushed him out of his Sight, “cariño, are you okay, let’s get you cleaned up yeah”. Val looked down at you, you went to go walk but your legs felt like jello, Val noticed and picked you up carrying your bridle style to his room your eyes felt heavy very heavy “it’s been a long day cariño~ take a rest” he stated petting your soft hair, you did as he said and rested your eyes 

Once you smelt the sweet linger of smoke you could tell you were in Vals room, your eyes fluttered, taking in the pinks and purples and the smell of smoke, once you could halfway tell your surroundings you sat up, you noticed you were placed on Vals bed and that he wasn’t there, “Val….” You spoke your voice soft with a sleepy drag. 

“cariño, your awake” Val stated sitting on his couch smoking his cigarette. He got up and put is cigarette out walking over to you, he placed a hand on your cheek caressing it, his touch was warm and his hands were soft, you almost forgot what happened in the studio. But not for long till the dickhead poked your wound. “OW VAL YOU FUCK” you jumped now fully awake smacking his hand away from the bit.

“Sorry cariño, I just need to look at it” he looked down at you his voice sweet, “looking at it, you mean by poking the shit out of it?” He chuckled “sweetheart just sit still baby~” he let the last word out smoothly like he was soothing your tense body trying to seduce it, you did as he said. You sat at the end of the bed facing him letting him take the bandages off and grabbing some type of oil, “what’s that” you looked up at him “well my curious conejita, it’s just a healing oil, till help the wound heal faster” he opened the oil putting the cap in his other hand and put some on the wound “SHIT VAL THAT BURNS!” You jumped back “stay still conejita, or else I’ll make it hurt worse” His words were stern as he gripped your shoulder tightly, your eyes light up and looked somewhat scared, you could feel them start to water.

I don’t blame you, your in a vulnerable state and your wound didn’t make it better, why wouldn’t you start to cry especially after he just put I mild threat towards you, “conejita, I didn’t mean it” he sighed sitting at the side of you now, he grabbed your side and put you on his lap, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck still sniffling some cry’s. “Shhhh conejita it’s okay, I’m sorry mi estrella, I didn’t mean to get so disgusting towards you” he patted your back leaving soothing circles as he went up and down, he had his other hand on your head petting your hair. 

“It’s *sniffle* okay” he frowned at your sweet cry’s. His expressions turns into a smile “how about I treat you mi estrella how about a nice warm bath with me?” You ears pricked up and your slaty tears gone but still a residue left on your sweet face “that would be nice” he smiled and cradled you until you both meet the bathroom, he set you down on the counter of the bathroom sink, he started the bath letting it full up with bubbles, the sweet sent of roses and vanilla hit your nose, your face meet vals again.

“Here mi estrella” he stated wanting you to stand in front of him, you hoped off the counter and stood infront of him, he started to take the shirt you wore off and place it on the counter you couldn’t help but blush as he went to take your underwear off. “mi estrella” he grabbed you face “look at me cariño” you gave him a soft look at you obeyed him “good girl, let’s take a bath now shall we” he helped you in the tub, you sat down in a hot water as bubbles covered your body. He let your body get comfortable before he started to wash your hair, he let his finger tips reach your scalp not to hard to nip your scalp but just enough to make your hair soft with the conditioner.

Val finished washing you and got up to grab a towel and let you wrap yourself in it “wait there princess let me get you some clothes” he left you to stand in the middle of his room, he came back with one of his night shirts and boxers “here let’s get these on, then we’ll go to bed sound good baby” you nodded a sleepy yes to him, Val took your towel and threw it in the bathroom, “hands up cariño” you put your hands up at he put his shirt over your head, he grabbed your arms and pushed them threw the sleeves then getting to the boxers part, he lifted one of your legs then the other and slipped them the rest of the way up 

You yawned and rubbed your eyes, Val couldn’t help but awe at your state “your so  adorable cariño, come here” he picked you up and carried you to bed, laying you down he did the same pulling the covers over the both of you, he pulled you close setting your head on his chest. “Goodnight mi estrella, I love you” he spoke giving you a soft kiss on the top of your head.

conejita -bunny

mi Estrella - my star cariño-darling or sweetheart

YALL BETTER BE SO HAPPY CAUSE I HATE THIS HES SO OUT OF CHARACTER ITS NOT FUNNY 

@snoozewritezz @camilaxmartin @chiiyuzz

[jaymadii]

CHANGE OF HEART [O!Bakugo Katsuki x A!Male Reader] PART THREE

Of all the possible reactions Katsuki could have expected from you after telling you he loved you — this was not one of them. You just…stared at him. Not even a flicker of emotion crossed your face as he told you. You could at least scream at him, hit him, kick him out of your house for displaying such behaviors as he had in the last 12 hours, yell at him and tell him all those things you must really think of him. Or you could hold him like you did last night in bed, whispering sweet things in his ear as he laid his head on your chest to calm him down, kiss him and tell him that you loved him too. It would be your first kiss with him if you did.

He missed a lot of firsts that the two of you could have had if he hadn’t been such a stubborn teenager. Your first kiss when to some girl in the technical department at UA, that was 9 months (not that he was keeping track) after he rejected you and all he remembered about that day was the omega in him wallowing in grief when he heard about it from Denki. He shifted nervously from foot to foot.

“Bakugo” you spoke softly, your face finally tuning into some sort of emotion - pity. Your eyebrows scrunched together. No - no please don’t look at him this way. Please, don’t tell him no. “You don’t love me.” He was confused - he had to be. This was the same man who slammed his door in your face with no remorse after spitting your feeling back in your face. You weren’t good enough. He basically said it.

“Yes I do.” He confirmed, trying his best not to let his voice waver as he did so. He did this wrong. He shouldn’t have confessed in such a way. He needed to get you a courting gift - something as thoughtful as the one you had got him. He let his emotions get the best of him last night he should have planned this out. But you’re a good Alpha - more than that you’re a good man. One day an omega is going to come by, maybe even the one from the bar, and allow you to sweep them off their feet and it’s going to be over for him. It will be too late. “I know that I was a whirlwind of emotions last night but please, know that I do love you. I’ve loved you for years. And I miss you so goddamn much it hurts. It’s hurts me to even think of a possibility that, one day, you will be with someone who isn’t me. Please don’t dismiss my feelings like that.”

You don’t think you have ever heard Bakugou say please this many times in your entire life. The omega was frantic, hands shaking as they reached out to you, gripping the front of your shirt like it was a lifeline. Like you were gonna turn around and sprint out of your own kitchen. Tears were welling up in his eyes as he stared up at you.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, shoving his face into your chest and letting out a distressed smell. “I’m sorry for rejecting you then, I’m sorry for the things I said, I’m sorry for the things I did. This is me reaching out to you now, please don’t pull away from me again.” He was full on sobbing now. You were holding up Bakugou’s in your arms to stop him from collapsing on his knees in front of you.

You didn’t know what to do, how could a random lady giving you her number trigger Katsuki like this, was it a omega thing? It didn’t matter now. What did he mean pull away? He rejected you - he didn’t want you around. He didn’t want you. You slowly backed your weight against the wall behind you - Katsuki only held on to you tighter, probably thinking your were trying to escape his grip. He whined.

He. Fucking. Whined.

Your grip on the omega tightened as you slowly slide down the wall, landing to sit on the cold tiles with him between your legs. He was spiraling. Bakugo continued to repeat “I’m sorry”s into your chest. It felt like a fever dream. Yesterday morning you hadn’t seen Bakugo in a good month - even your last interaction was a brief hello in an elevator. How long had he felt this way? Did he actually love you or was it some affect of his omega instincts because he saw competition? He said he’s always loved you. You took your right hand and gripped the base of his jaw, forcing his head up to look at you. His face was a mess of snot and tears, he looked absolutely miserable.

You peppered little kisses here and there on his face, doing your best to wipe his tears away but the just wouldn’t stop coming. You started purring. The hand that griped his jaw moved his face to the side, giving you access to his neck. There you started to scent his glands, kissing and sucking on them as you did so. The sobs from the omega in your arms started to get few and far between. God, you felt like a kid in high school again, that was the last time you had scented this man, or got to hold him in your arms. You had been so in love with him then. You still were.

You whispered in his ear, confirming what a good, strong omega you thought he was. You whisper that everything is going to be okay - even though you had a lot to talk about with each other. It took Katsuki 20 minutes in your arms for him to muster up the courage to sit up by himself. He looked at you with a red, tear stained face. His scent had turned from sour to sweet during your little session on the floor. All you did was stare at him, stroking up and down his thighs in a soothing manner as you waited for him to speak.

“Don’t leave me again.” He told you.

“I won’t.”

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A/N: Well. I guess I’m a liar because I kept telling everyone this story was finished. I couldn’t leave it on a cliff hanger like that and I wanted Bakugo to be happy. This is not edited because it’s 10:00pm and I needed to write this before my burst of energy faded. Published 3.22.23

Edited 1.15.24 DAMN THERE WERE A LOT OF TYPOS GUYS WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME.

[luvfy0dor]

"Wonderland ♡" Nikolai Gogol x Gn!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; Theft, grand theft auto

Description; Committing crimes with Nikolai Gogol, inspired by Wonderland and Getaway car, ik he could literally just use his ability but Nikolai would prob love a high speed chase or anything like that.

A/n; recently I've been like so nervous talking to people idk why I'm just horrified of being awkward nd saying some stupid shit ykwim I love talking to people I'm just like really awkward 🫤🫡

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You could feel adrenaline rush through your veins as you bolted through the hallways of some random mall with Nikolai. You were both hand in hand, sprinting down the strips of hallway as security guards chased and yelled after you both. Nikolais giggles almost went unnoticed with everything else being so loud. You panted loudly, the six foot tall man pulling you along with him. It was hard to keep up with, but you really didn't wanna go to jail right now, or ever for that matter, so you tried your hardest.

After damn near flying down an escalator and weaving in and out of many confused strangers, the bright exit sign came into view. Had you not been huffing and puffing, you would have sighed in relief.

"How're ya holding up there, dove? Feelin' the burn?" Nikolai asks you, his head turned to look into your eyes. You nod just as you finally break free from the cramped and crowded space of the mall. You immediately look around, trying to find a place for you to run. Nikolais eyes were also darting around the parking lot, until the flashing orange and yellow lights of a newly unlocked car caught his attention. He grabbed your hand again.

"Sorry for pulling you around so much, my dearest, but it is highly necessary in the moment!" You're pulled through the parking lot by your boyfriend, luckily no cars were speeding directly at you, so you got to your destination unscathed. "Wait! Kolya! Was this a part of your plan?! You know, Fyodor told you if you were a little bit less impulsive and didn't rush into things you'd be more successful-" you're cut off by Nikolai flinging open some random persons car door and shoving you in, shutting the door and running around the hood of the car.

He gets in and immediately puts the car in reverse and steps on the gas. "And is Dos here at the moment?" He asks while looking over his shoulder to back out of the parking spot. You can hear the assumed car owner screaming obscenities at the both of you. You shake your head. "No, he's not, but still, if we're not careful this is just another charge that we might have to face!" You say, your hands nervously flying all over the place. Nikolai just scoffs and speeds out of the parking lot. "Would I ever let you get in that much trouble?" He says, looking at you out of the corner of his eyes as he speeds down the road.

You blankly stare at him. "Yes! Yes, you would!" He Snickers at your response. His hand goes down to softly pat your thigh. "Well, you're right, I wouldn't take all the blame for myself now." He beams, turning up the radio. "But I wouldn't let neither of us rot away in prison." He assured you, the same smug grin that other people seemed to dislike calmed your nerves a bit. You just sighed and leaned your head against the car seat headrest. This wasn't a very new feeling to you, but it was exciting in the worst way possible. It made you nervous, you could almost feel your organs moving around in your body with anxiety, but the fact that you were commiting these acts with Nikolai made it a little better.

"Silence isn't setting the right mood, darlin'!" He says, reaching for the volume knob. Some pop song you didn't know but remotely recognized started blaring from the speakers, and apparently Nikolai didn't mind it at all. He seemed thrilled with it, even, a wide smile on his face as he kept speeding down the long, straight, highway. He grabbed onto one of your hands and squeezed it tightly as he accelerated the car faster. You grasped into the car door and felt your body press back against the seat.

"Oh my god, how fast do you wanna go?!? This is not a high speed chase!" You say, deeply inhaling while looking at him. "And it won't have to be if we get way ahead now." He beams. He continues down the road for another couple of minutes, still practically levitating off of the pavement with his speed while your heart feels like it's beating nearly as fast. Nikolais voice rings through the car as he joyously sings along with the song while you eventually manage to catch your breath.

Nikolai takes a couple more turns, and before you know it, you're in some sort of field, the stars illuminating the sky when you step out of the car as per Nikolais request. He hops up onto the hood of the stolen car, patting the spot next to him and signalling you to join him. You sigh and lift yourself up onto the white vehicle and he swiftly takes your hand in his.

"Aren't the stars so beautiful? Not as beautiful as you, ofcourse, but they're quite pretty if I do say so myself." He beams, reaching into his pocket. He hands you a couple of dainty diamond jewelry pieces that he stole from the mall, letting them fell into your hands. "I think these would look splendid on you." He smiles, pulling you body closer to his. "Thank you, Kolya." You say, kissing his cheek quickly. A small smile creeps onto your face as the two of you relax under the stars. "You're the best partner." You murmur, rubbing his shoulder a bit. "Oh? In crime? Or in romance?" He says with the familiar Cheshire cat looking smile. You laugh a little. "Why not both?" You kiss his head one more time while you bask in the night chill, arms around each other in peace.

A/n; I finished this in my gym class tbh, so it's not fully proofread

[worseforwords]

Manchester Memories (Ona Batlle x Reader)

Part two to this fic, I recommend you read part one first.

Did you really just pull an Amy? As if on cue, your phone started ringing: FaceTime, Amy. 

“Hey Ames, how’s Par-” “Y/N What the fuck!?” She cut you off. You looked at her questioningly. “What, are you like, eating truffle stuffed golden oysters for breakfast?” She yelled at the screen. You realise she must have noticed your excessive spending on her creditcard. “Yeah, sorry about that.” You started, suddenly looking away from the camera. “I figured I deserved it though, given you just ditched me last moment.” “Hm.” Amy took a moment to consider your argument. “Okay, fair enough. But it has to end here!” “Fine, I’ll stop.” You chuckled. “Seriously though what did you eat?” She asked. “I may have ordered breakfast for two.” You mumbled. “Were you that hungry?” Amy started, before noticing your cheeks starting to flush. “OH MY GOD, you had a guest! You should’ve just started with that. I’d love to financially support your love- and/or sex life!” Amy shrieked. “Amy, Jesus, calm down. Yes I had someone over. It was fun. Now let’s move on, how’s Paris?” You quickly changed the subject. “How’s erm, I feel like his name is Logan, or Levi?” “It’s Lewis, actually. Paris is beautiful, so is Lewis, formidable guy, great in bed, blah blah blah.” She quickly summed up. “Now we’ve gotten that out of the way: TELL. ME. EVERYTHING! Spare no details.” Knowing very well she wasn’t going to drop this, you told her the whole story, starting at the coffeeshop.

“Oh my god Y/N/N.” she said when you had finally finished your story. “What?” “You’re in looove!” She teased. “Wha- no I’m not. I just met her yesterday.” “Doesn’t matter, you are sweet for the Spaniard, mad for the Mancunian, lovesick for lobster-girl, enamorado de la chica española!” As much as you wanted to hang up and hide the smile on your tomato-red face, you couldn’t help but laugh at her quickly devised alliterations. “Shut up, Ames.” You mumbled in between laughs. “Oh man, I’ve only once seen you this flustered before, you’re in deep mate.” She said. “Whatever,” you answered. “I’m only here for a few days anyways.” “Now don’t be like that Y/N/N, you can always move to Manchester. Do it for looooove.” “Okay calm down. I have a life to go back to remember? I’m not like you Amy.” “Well, I’m not so sure about that anymore.” She chuckled. “Anyways, I have to go. Lewis is taking me to the Eiffel Tower. At least promise me you’ll make the most out of the time you have together?” “Yeah, I will. Have fun Ames!” “You too babes, talk to you soon!”

The next two days were spend on cloud 9. Ona had a busy training schedule, but made an effort to text you in between sessions whenever she could. As soon as she was done you’d meet up and hang out the rest of the day. You went on many walks, talked about anything and everything, visited random places in Manchester Ona had never even heard about and just enjoyed each others presence. You were pretty sure you were already gaining abs from all the fits of laughter you two shared. By the evening of the second day, neither of you felt like going out for dinner anymore, and Ona offered to cook for you at her apartment. Her roommate was staying at her girlfriends house, so you had the place all to yourself. You filled up on the Ona’s dinner (which was delicious by the way), before cuddling up on the couch to attempt watching the Lion King again. You actually finished the movie this time which you then, as Ona stated, had to celebrate. You happily obliged, and you spend the night there, leaving your luxurious hotel suite empty for the night. 

You woke up to the sound of keys rumbling and the front door opening and closing. You turned around to discover your human pillow was no longer there. You found a note saying: “Off to get us some breakfast. Back in a bit.” You decided to stay in bed, hoping to persuade Ona into coming back to bed. “Ona!” A voice called, that clearly didn’t belong to Ona herself. You panicked, desperately grasping around you in search of something to cover up your nakedness. As you heard footsteps approaching the room you were in, you quickly picked up the nearest shirt you could find, which was the one Ona wore yesterday. You had barely put it over your head when the door flew open. “Ona have you seen my shin p- Oh. You’re not Ona.” The blond girl in the dooropening stated. “That is correct” The both of you were quiet for a second, whilst her eyes scanned over your messy hair, the clothes scattered on the floor and Ona’s shirt you were wearing, which you now realised was on backwards. “You erm, want some coffee or something?” She asked. “Yeah, sure” you said quietly. The blond girl, which you assumed was Ona’s roommate, finally closed the door, giving you some time to actually put some clothes on. You went to the kitchen and she handed you a cup. “I’m Millie by the way.” She smiled. “Hi, I’m Y/N” “So,” she started “you must be the reason Ona has been so absent these past days.” She chuckled, seeing your cheeks flush in embarrassment. Before you could answer you heard the jingling of keys. “Thank god.” You thought to yourself. 

“Millie!” Ona shouted, also turning red immediately. “What are you doing here?” “Forgot my shin pads. Good morning to you too by the way” She was now grinning, clearly very amused about what she walked in on. You and Ona exchanged some looks as she mouthed “I’m sorry” to you. “Oh I love this. Everyone is going to hear about this at training later.” Millie teased, winking at you. “Are you bringing her tonight?” She asked, turning to look at Ona. Ona didn’t answer, instead just looking at you with a bittersweet smile. You both knew you had to leave this afternoon, so this was your last day together. “All right then, guess I’ll leave you two to it” Millie said when no one answered her question. After she shut the door you both burst out laughing, letting out all the tension from before. “Sorry about that.” Ona said once she recovered.

You plopped down on the couch whilst Ona started unpacking the breakfast she got you. “We are having a small party tonight. You could come if you want to?” She asked. You hesitated for a bit. “Ona, you know I-” “Please Y/N, one more night?” She now stood in front of you, handing you a plate and looking at you with a shy smile. You’d already skipped your plans to go to Birmingham to extend your Manchester stay, but you had promised to meet up with a friend in London, and you didn’t want to become a true Amy by ditching them. But damn the puppy dog eyes staring into your soul at that very moment sure made becoming an Amy very tempting. You gathered all your self-control: “I can’t, I- I don’t even have a place to stay and-” “Stay here, with me, por favor Y/N I-” She was practically jumping up and down at this point, when her hopeful expression suddenly changed. “I’m sorry, I’m being way to pushy. You don’t have to stay.” She hastily left to grab some cutlery, missing the pitiful expression in your face. “Ona” you said softly, following her into the kitchen. She didn’t look up from the drawer she was rummaging through. “One more night, but I leave in the morning. Bueno?” She turned around, dropping everything she had in her hands and ran towards you. She embraced you as her strong arms easily lifted you up in the air and you wrapped your legs around her waist. “Thank you thank you thank you” she said and you felt her smile into your neck.

The rest of the day went by pretty quickly. Ona went to training, where she’d presumably be interrogated about the discovery her roommate made this morning. You went back to your hotel to gather your stuff and pack your suitcase. After checking out, you decided to do some shopping. You went to a thrift store for a bit, but grew tired of it quickly, remembering you don’t actually enjoy shopping. When you walked back out, you noticed an adorable little jewellery store in the alley across the street. You walked in to be met with the friendliest smile you had ever seen from the elderly woman behind the counter. You looked around for a while, until you laid your eyes on a golden necklace with a little lion on it. “The perfect souvenir.” you thought.

“You ready?” Ona screamed through the bathroom door. “Almost” you answered, putting on your new necklace before opening the door. “You look great. I like the necklace” Ona said upon seeing you. “Thank you, so do you.” You smiled. “You ready?” She asked again, making sure you're okay with going out to meet all of her teammates. “They can be quite intense, just so you know.” She looked ay you questioningly. “I will be fine, Hakuna Matata, no worries.” You smiled softly. She smiled back. “Hakuna Matata.”

“Hi! Nice to meet you, I’m Alessia.” Said the girl opening the door for you. “Hi, I’m Y/N.” You held out your hand but she quickly pulled you into a tight hug. You walked into the apartment to find that chaos had already erupted. Girls screaming random things at each other left and right. “See, I told you, intense.” Ona chuckled at your at your stunned expression. “Now come on, I’ll introduce you”. The following hour she dragged you across the room, introducing you to basically everyone there. Some teasing happened, but for the most part everyone had been really nice. As the night progressed everyone started getting tipsier. The music was turned up and people started to dance. Some of the girls you met earlier dragged you onto the dance floor and you danced with them for a while.  When you walked into the kitchen for a drink, Alessia was already there, preparing some snacks. “Enjoying yourself?” She asked. “Yes, everyone is being so nice to me.” You smiled. “Of course we are. We wouldn’t dare be rude to a girl Ona speaks so highly of.” She grinned. “She does?” You blushed. “She does. She really likes you Y/N. She couldn’t stop talking about you at training today.” You smiled softly at her words. “I really like her too.” You said, staring at the ceiling in thought. “But you’re leaving tomorrow, right?” Alessia’s words put you right back down on earth, you felt a knot in your stomach and the soft smile disappeared from your face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up. Forget I ever said anything.” She put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay, really, you’re not wrong.” You said, quickly looking away as you felt your eyes starting to water. “I’m just going to get some fresh air.” You hastily turned around, hoping she didn’t notice.

“Y/N?” You heard a familiar voice coming from behind you. The cold air on your skin actually helped, slightly numbing your sadness, as you sat on a bench outside. “Are you okay?” She asked, slowly approaching you. “Here, put your coat on, you’ll catch a cold.” Ona handed you your coat. The cold was no longer numbing enough once you looked into the beautiful eyes that now seemed to be looking into your soul. It simultaneously soothed you and broke you down, ultimately causing you to release a single tear. Ona quickly sat down next to you wrapping both arms around you. “Can you tell me what’s up?” She asked softly. “Tomorrow, I have to go.” You spoke quietly. She hugged you tighter, putting her head in the crook of your neck. You sat in silence for a bit, enjoying her embrace, when you felt something wet in your neck. You pulled away from the embrace to see she was now also getting teary eyed. You cupped her face and you both stared at each other. There was no point in trying to hold it in anymore, and both of you started sobbing uncontrollably. Then, somehow, the sobbing turned into laughter. You sat together laugh-crying for a while before you took a deep breath and said: “Come on, let’s have some fun while we still can, okay?” You finally said, standing up and reaching out your hand. “Yes, let’s do that. Hakuna Matata.”

You went back inside and Ona immediately dragged you to the dance floor, ignoring all the stares from her teammates at your tear-stained faces. The both of you danced like there was no tomorrow, and the rest of the girls joined in. Ona was about to attempt the worm, when the song suddenly changed. You immediately recognised it: Can you feel the love tonight, from the Lion King.

You turned around to see Millie had taken control over the phone connected to the speaker, smirking at the two of you. “You told them?” You chuckled. Ona blushed as you grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to you. You put your head on her shoulder as slow danced together for the whole duration of the song, not noticing how everyone had left the dance floor to leave you two be. When the song was ending you lifted your head back up, but you didn’t break the embrace. You gazed into each others eyes for a bit, before slowly closing the space between you for a slow, passionate kiss. It ended rather abruptly however, when the Spice Girls sudden blasted through the speaker. “No no no, stupid autoplay” Millie sprinted back to the phone to turn it off as fast as she could. “Sorry about that. Don’t mind me, please continue.” You both giggled as she sprinted away again. “Want to get out of here?” Ona asked. “Yes please”

You woke up to the sound of soft snores. You lay there looking at the beautiful girl in front of you for a while, taking it all in one last time, before quietly leaving the bed. You decided against waking her, instead you left a note on her nightstand:

“Thank you for everything, I had an amazing time with you, you made Manchester magical. I will never forget it.

Adéu Ona, Te echaré de menos.

Love,

Y/N

PS: Hakuna Matata”

You put your necklace with the little lion on it next to the note and placed a small kiss on Ona’s forehead. As you opened the door to leave the room, a small ray of light fell on her face. You glanced at the scene a little longer than intended, until you noticed her eyelids had slightly started to tremble. You quickly made your way out, taking a deep breath before closing the front door. 

As you walked towards the busstation, you smiled at the sun starting to rise and suddenly, Amy’s words came to mind: “Make the most out of the time you have together.” That you did. 

Part 3 out now

[kitthepurplepotato]

Shenanigans EXTRA (2/2) - Drum Contest! (THE END)

Summary: Katsuki has been struggling to propose to Y/N for months now. He comes up with a silly idea.

Shouto meets his long lost brother.

Warnings: Swear words. A lot of mentions of the naughty, but only in passing. Mentions of ding dongs. No actual smut though. 16+

Helpful note:

To make it easier I tried to play around with names to make it obvious who's who, so...

Izuku - Normal Izuku

Deku, Midoriya - Other world's Izuku

Katsuki - Normal Katsuki

Bakugou - Other world's Katsuki

I hope that helps!

First Chapter Master List

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After a few minutes of silence the team finally calms down enough to actually start a proper conversation. Deku and Todoroki is sprawled out on the bed with Izuku and Shouto sitting on the edges, talking about hero life and Izuku’s battle scars.

You and your other self, together with the two Katsukis are sitting on the floor in one of the corners with your backs resting on the wall.

“So was it hard to find me in this universe?” You ask Bakugou, who looks away sheepishly with a slight blush on his face.

“Well… I had to work my ass off for months to have enough money and freedom to leave for a few weeks but funnily enough, I literally bumped into her in my first day. Then… it just happened. I barely had to do anything. It really felt like it was meant to be. Fucking freaky.”

“Yeah.” Your other self speaks up. “My friends thought I’m bonkers for meeting this random guy from another country every day to study together. But I just…couldn’t get enough of him.” She cuddles into Bakugou and you can’t hide the smile on your face as you look at the two lovesick idiots. They are so different from you two yet so similar at the same time; the love is just as deep but in a different kind of display. Their love is pure and romantic, a relationship full of hope and dreams while yours is more mature, more realistic yet just as bright, just as strong, if not stronger.

“Being in a long distance relationship really sucked.” Bakugou admits.

“Tell me about it!” Deku yells from the bed. “I was so done with waking up to you two having phone sex almost every single day!”

“Oh, shut up, we didn’t…” Bakugou is about to retort, but your other self laughs.

“No, we… did that quite a lot.”

“I knew it!” Apparently, Deku is more than happy to finally get a closure after wondering about all the weird noises coming from his best friend’s room.

“I’ve never done that.” Katsuki mutters next to you, looking offended like it’s your fucking fault.

“We literally moved in together almost right away. We work at the same agency. Damn, you live in the same building as your workplace, we literally could just run home and…”

“You did not do that. Did you?!” Izuku yelp from the bed, face beet red.

“Oh we did.” Katsuki gives him a shit eating smirk, clearly enjoying Izuku’s embarrassment.

“Going home is better than doing it in the locker room. I think.” Shouto mutters and that’s when Izuku decides he needs to get some water from the bathroom. He’ll be really disappointed when he realizes he can’t flush himself down the toilet.

“Fuck, I have band practice. I need to go soon.” Bakugou suddenly jumps up and takes his bag with him; there are two drumsticks sticking out of the side, quite battered by the look of it.

“If you tell me you play the drums I’m changing sides. The other me can take over Katsuki for me. He won’t know the difference.”

Damn, Bakugou Katsuki is a hot ass man anyway but drummer Bakugou Katsuki? Hot damn. Even the thought of it makes you feel all warm in all the inappropriate places.

“First of all, fuck you.” Katsuki retorts, flabbergasted. “Second of all, I would know the fucking difference. You look and act completely different, just how me and the blondie are different in a lot of ways. Third of all, if you think this bozo can outplay me with those chicken legs, you are really fucking stupid. I might not have a drum set at home but I do know how to play. I played drums since I was 11.”

“You play the drums?!” You can’t help but yell loudly. How did you not know that?! How?!

“He played the drums on the school festival in our first year. It was quite good.” Shouto adds.

“I can do much better than that pop shit we’ve played back then.”

“Is that a challenge, muscle brain?” Bakugou smirks, his eyes full of challenge and needless to say, Katsuki is in for the ride. “My practice finishes at 7 so see you there at 7:15. The bozos know the way.”

“If I win…” Katsuki looks at you with the same smirk. Mind blowing. “I’ll marry your fucking ass and you’ll never be able to leave me.”

Your heart leaps out of your chest. Is this really happening? Now? Like this? Well… okay. Okay, calm down, he might loose. Lol who are you kidding, THIS Katsuki? Loosing? No fucking way.

“Wipe the floor with his ass then, love.”

The way you two are eye fucking right now is downright disgusting but you can’t be bothered.

“Oh, I will, baby.”

~•💥•~

“Uhm, do you guys wanna go to Natsuo’s bar until 7?” Todoroki speaks up after Bakugou and Y/N leaves for band practice. You are a little bit offended that she’d left, but to be fair, she’s probably still extremely mindfucked by all this so it’s quite understandable she needs some space right now. She’s just a quirkless gal, she’s not used to this nonsense.

“He owns a bar?” Shouto looks up, clearly intrigued.

“Yeah, it’s half a bar and half a tattoo and piercing parlor. Quite edgy. The studio Kacchan is in is right next to it. They have open mic nights sometimes, his band plays there quite a lot.”

“Wow, your other self is quite cool, I must say.” You mumble, a little bit too infatuated with his other self for Katsuki’s liking so you get an elbow in your tummy. “Rude.”

~•💥•~

Natsuo’s bar is… sick as fuck. There is no other way to describe it. It’s massive but somehow still really homey, with dark wood covering the walls, the floor and ceiling. There are massive LED lights all over the place, red under the main counter, blue on the walls, white on the shelves full of random memorabilia, mostly old instruments and other music-related stuff like old vinyls and instrument parts, probably vintage and pricy as fuck. There is a massive doorframe on the side with hand painted curtains, blue flames and red feathers swirling together on the material. Some of the feathers are burnt by the fire, the edges black, the paint flaky, probably on purpose while some other ones are engulfed by the blue flames, just about to be burnt to a crisp and it’s the sickest design you’ve ever seen.

For some reason, you are the only one hyperventilating over the beautiful piece of art; Shouto looks like he’s about to throw up while Katsuki and Izuku just stares at the curtain like it personally offended them. You can barely see anything from their faces as “your team” is wearing a disguise to not freak out the customers but you really don’t need to be a genius to know something is wrong.

“Oh shit.” Katsuki mutters, slowly pulling Shouto towards the exit.

“Shou, let’s just chill in Todoroki-kun’s room, okay?”

Okay, what the fuck is happening.

“Can I go in?” Shouto asks Natsuo, who only nods, his eyes full of confusion.

“We told him about you, so he won’t freak out. We told our families about Y/N coming here before so… yeah, go on. He’s a bit rude but he’s harmless.”

“He’s harmless.” Katsuki mutters with a deadpanned expression on his face. “That’s… good to know.”

“Mind to explain why is everyone having a meltdown?” You whisper into Katsuki’s ear while Shouto and Izuku stomps towards the curtains.

“Dabi.” Is all he says and that’s when it hits you; Shouto is about to meet his long lost brother, Touya.

Well, shit got deep quite fucking quickly.

When Shouto pulls the curtain out of the way there are two people inside; an ash blonde, extremely handsome guy with a golden nose ring and… well… a guy who looks like a fucking fallen angel in a romantic fantasy movie.

His hair is white as the freshly fallen snow, eyelashes long and dark, his face looks almost feminine but his cheekbone is sharp and masculine, giving him an otherworldly look. You can’t lie, he’s probably the most beautiful human being you’ve ever seen in your whole life. Not even the massive amount of piercings can ruin his mesmerizing look. He looks up from the random drawing he’s been working at and smirks at the deadpan hero in front of him. His beautiful face completely clashes with his mischievous attitude but that makes him even more interesting. He stands up from his desk gracefully and makes his way towards the Shouto, who just stands in one place with tears in his eyes, his face full of so many emotions now, you can’t even decipher any of them at all.

“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost, little brother. Nice muscles, by the way.” Shouto breaks. “Hey, little one, what… what the fuck is wrong with you, oomph!” Dabi’s unable to breathe as Shouto runs into his arms, crying like he’s a little kid again. “Wooow, that’s… a hug. Okay, I’m not really a touchy person to be honest, I’m freaking out. Oi, you have a big ass scar on your face. Who did that? I’ll find ’em and kill ’em.” Shouto starts crying even more. “… uhm, with kindness, of course. Kill em’… with kindness. Yeah. Surely. Let me go, little brother. I can’t breathe.”

It’s quite cute how Touya can’t handle the situation and tries to talk up a storm to calm himself down.

“Touya, I think you are dead in their universe or something.” The ash blond guy smirks at him. “What a plotwist.”

“Hawks?!” Katsuki suddenly yells, giving the poor blond a fright.

“No, I’m Keigo.” He deadpans, utterly confused.

“Am I fucking dead?! Yo, little bro, am I? Did I go out with a blast, though?” Shouto only cries even more. “Oh no, please tell me I wasn’t born in a super powered world and got hit by a bus when I was twelve. That sucks balls.”

“Nah, you probably pulled some shit like killing half of your family out of pure spite after your mother gave you Pepsi instead of Coke.” Keigo mutters and the whole gang gawks at the guy. “Oh my god, did he?”

“Nii-chan…” Shouto sobs, still not coherent enough to make a proper sentence. He looks up at his brother and gives him a wobbly smile, stroking his cheek once then twice before he finally speaks up. “So this is how you would look like. Fuck, I think I’m having a mental breakdown.”

“Am I dead, little brother?!”

“Yes and no?” Izuku tries to help out but he looks just as choked up as his boyfriend. “Touya is gone but Dabi is alive. He’s in prison. For really bad things, but… it wasn’t your fault completely. Uhm. It’s a long story.”

“So Touya is dead but his penis is in prison?” Keigo forgoes his attempts to draw. This conversation is way too interesting for him now, that Touya’s penis is apparently involved.

“What?!” Izuku looks between the two males with nothing but confusion.

“I call his penis little Dabi.”

“You… why…” It’s Katsuki’s time to be completely bamboozled.

“Well, I pierced it so many times by now I decided to name it.”

Your gang falls silent. It’s this world’s Todoroki’s turn to freak out now.

“You pierced your… penis?!”

Touya turns into a really pretty shade of red.

“Well, we had to practice and none of you fuckers wanted a piercing so we practiced on each other! I did his nipples, he did my… Dabi.”

This conversation is wrong on so many levels and you are not even the person traumatized by that name.

“Can I… can I get a piercing from you, Touya?” Shouto gives his brother another wobbly smile and Izuku is about to pass out from the excitement.

“That’s so sweet, I’m gonna cry. Oh my god, I’m crying.”

Spoiler: He’s crying. I know. Shocker.

“Wanna get a ring like mine, baby brother? So we match?” Touya ruffles Shouto’s hair with a fond smile on his face. He looks exhilarated.

Nevermind. You are crying too. Even Katsuki has a tear stuck to his eyelashes but he tries his best to act nonchalant anyway.

“That would be nice, yeah.” Shouto laughs wetly as Touya points at the chair in the middle of the room. Shouto’s super edgy nose piercing is done before he can even breathe out an “I’m ready.” He’s quick and efficient, movements well practiced as he swabs at the fresh ring, cleaning it carefully with a proud smile on his face.

“Next time, I’ll give you a sick tattoo.” Touya daydreams, eyes looking into the distance, the fond smile still lingering on his face from a few seconds before. “I’m sorry if I ever hurt you in your universe. I’m sorry for everything I’ve done. I might be a lost cause in that world, but tell my family that this Touya… would do anything to keep you guys safe.”

“Ok, I’m out.” This world’s Todoroki decides to leave the room, his face so neutral you really wonder if you should tell him to play poker.

“Come back, you little shit! Why can’t you be like this one, eyy! Cute and shit!”

“You would tease the shit out of me!”

“Well, duh!”

… and the mood is ruined. The whole gang laughs, loud and airy, Shouto’s face scrunches as the freshly made piercing starts to sting from the sudden motion.

Needless to say, the piercing suits him and you are extremely proud to be one of those people who know the real story behind it; a story so heartbreaking yet so full of love and affection; a story of a little brother finally finding solace by knowing that there is another Touya somewhere in the universe, content and happy, surrounded by his family who never ever gave up on him.

Shouto probably wishes his real brother could be here, too.

“Shit.” You cuddle into your boyfriend’s arms, way too emotional for your own good.

“Welcome in our world.” Katsuki mutters back.

~•💥•~

Katsuki has a confession to make. He’s been trying to come up with proposal ideas for a few months now, but none of them felt… right.

Going to a restaurant and propose is too basic. Going on a holiday and propose… well… same thing. Basic as fuck. Katsuki hates it.

Calling their whole friend group and family over is not possible, because Y/N’s family lives abroad and they haven’t even met him in person yet. Doing in front of one family and not the other would be mean, even Katsuki knows that.

The only thing he could think of that sounds almost okay is to go hiking and ask Y/N to marry him on a top of a mountain or a fucking lava but even that feels too normal for their abnormal relationship.

Okay, calling their relationship abnormal sounds extremely rude but honestly, they are not a normal couple. They’ve never been. Hell, they beat the shit out of each other in the training room almost every week. They yell at each other when then they cuddle by the TV like old people. They kick some ass on the battlefield then have aggressive sex after, praising the other about how hot they looked like when they kicked out the villain’s teeth. Sometimes they make work a challenge; whoever gets the last punch needs to uhm… make the other happy later. Don’t ask questions. Honestly, just don’t.

With that said, proposing to Y/N by winning a challenge is quite on-brand for them. They will need to redo the whole proposal in front of Kirishima otherwise he’s going to cry from being left out but Katsuki is more than happy to go down on his knees twice.

He must win today. He’s so done with carrying this fucking ring with himself just in case the time is right!

The ring he got for Y/N is actually made by his parents brand. His mom almost had a heart attack when Katsuki came over to their workshop with a bunch of silly ring designs. When Katsuki said he wants an orange diamond in the middle his father fell off his chair looking at Katsuki like he’s an idiot. Well, Katsuki knew what he wanted and he was quite aware that one small diamond cost 5 million yen (around £23000). That’s the one detail Katsuki was not willing to give up on even if his wallet will be empty for at least a few months afterwards.

So yeah, he was running around with that in his pocket for several weeks now. Hopefully, his suffering ends tonight.

“Get ready to get your ass kicked, Hero.” Bakugou smirks at Katsuki as he makes his way towards his loud ass band.

Oh no. Katsuki knows these people… well, most of them. He has no idea who the long, black haired goth guy is. Or girl. He’s not sure. Maybe something in between. Nah, Katsuki is sure he’s a guy. He looks familiar in a really weird way but he’s also quite sure he’s never met this bozo before.

“Oh my god, I thought you were joking when you said you’re bringing yourself twice.” Kaminari smirks, and he and his other self sighs.

“Annoying as always.” They mumble at the same time, the action followed by a smirk and a first bump. Kyouka laughs.

“I’ve always been wondering if other timelines exist and if they resemble each other in any way. I really want to say I got an answer but seeing how different your two selves look like I have more questions than answers. I guess I will need to live in the darkness for another day.”

NO FUCKING WAY.

No motherfucking way.

“Tokoyami?!” Izuku finally asks the million dollar question, notebook and pen already in his hands as he sneaks closer to the goth, lanky guy holding a guitar.

“I can’t take this anymore. First my long lost brother and now this?” Shouto sits down on the nearest chair, gobsmacked. “How is this even possible?”

“It makes a lot of sense actually.” Izuku goes back a few pages and reads a few notes before he speaks up again. “This world doesn’t have quirks or superpowers. Tokoyami’s appearance is connected to his power hence why he’s… different here. The real question is… how come you still have your half and half appearance? I’m quite sure your condition is extremely rare. Oh, I wish to be able to look into your genetics right now.” Izuku sighs and it sounds weirdly sexual so Katsuki decides to clear his throat before it’s too late.

“Wait a second, what’s wrong with me in your world?” Tokoyami puts his guitar down and comes closer to your little gang.

“Nothing is wrong, just…” Izuku blushes like an idiot, clearly regretting his words already.

“You are a fucking bird, Tokoyami.” Katsuki tries to help out and the joint yelp from the whole band makes him giggle like an idiot. Y/N gives him a side eye for being a cunt but he can’t be bothered. This is way too funny.

“Excuse me?” Tokoyami’s eyes are about to pop out of his skull and with that expression, he does look like his bird-self, to be honest.

“You have a head of a raven. In our world. And a human body. As weird as it sounds, it’s quite common.” Shouto adds helpfully and Katsuki is sure these bozos have never payed this much attention in their whole fucking lives.

“Pardon for the question but how do I have a love life with that face?”

“The same way you do in this world. You don’t.” Bakugou smirks and Katsuki is contemplating between giving the guy another fist bump or slapping his head for being a menace.

Tokoyami looks like he’s about to cry so Katsuki decides to go with the latter.

“So Bakubro said we are heroes in this world, so… I’m not single, right? Heroes must get a lot of chicks. That’s just how it is. In the movies.” Kaminari speaks up with hopeful eyes. Izuku looks extremely proud as he answers that question.

“While it’s true that heroes are surrounded by beautiful women and men, you’ve never really had your eyes on anyone else but your wife.”

“I have a wife?!” Kaminari cries crocodile tears as he embraces Izuku in a tight hug. “Oh my, you are so muscly. Wow. Like… no homo but I would happily go gay for you.”

Izuku blushes like a 30 year old virgin.

“Ahh, yeah, we almost had our first kiss on your and Kyouka’s wedding!” Y/N speaks up and by the look on Kyouka’s face… things are different in this world. Damn. Bummer.

“Me and Kyo? Married?!”

“Oh my god, Pikachu.” Bakugou rolls his eyes, not even surprised by this revelation. “Don’t act like you haven’t been making out in the dressing room for several months now.”

“Making out?” Midoriya joins the eye-rolling contest. “Kyouka comes to class in Denki’s shirts almost every day. They’ve been fucking for at least two years.”

“I thought she just likes his shirts?” This world’s Todoroki speaks up, flabbergasted.

“Oh, honey…” Midoriya taps his shoulders twice, not even bothering to answer him.

“Okay fuckers, now shut the fuck up and let’s hit those fucking drums! I’m so fucking ready!” Katsuki can’t listen to this nonsense anymore. He’s a man on a mission.

“Let’s do this, stupid, muscly twin. Let’s see who’s the best.” Bakugou smirks and the game is on.

~•💥•~

This is not a challenge between two friends. No. This fucking war. Both Katsuki’s take their turn to discuss their chosen song with the rest of the band privately. Everyone needs to wait in the hallway while the meeting is on. Then Bakugou comes out and Katsuki goes in. You swear there are flames under his feet as he barges through the door with determination.

“I know that look, Kacchan. You are fucked.” This world’s Deku decides to annihilate the awkward silence but making it even more awkward. Bakugou jumps in one place as a sudden realizations dawns on him.

“He will play THAT song. The bane of my existence. The one fucking song I just can’t get right. But that means he also can’t get it quite right, so… fuck, shouldn’t have played it safe.”

“Well, it’s important for him to win. And we are heroes. We never play safe. It makes sense. He wants a proper, KO win so he feels like he deserves the prize.” Shouto chimes in with a surprisingly fair answer.

“And if he doesn’t win, he’ll keep coming back until he does. Ahh, Kacchan is so amazing.” Izuku gets all red and the smile on his face is downright suggestive, it actually makes you wonder if there is more of a resemblance between him and his other self that you’ve thought.

“I will play the piano for you when we go to see Fuyumi next time.” Shouto mutters, his eyes glowing with determination.

“Ahh, that piano is really nice, isn’t it?” This world’s Deku chimes in. “My back still hurts when I think about it, though.”

Confusion. Awkward silence. Then it hits.

“You got dicked on the top of that piano.” Bakugou gawks at the boy, who tries to act all shy about it but he can’t really hide the shit eating grin on his face.

“I definitely can’t do that, there is a massive weight difference between this world’s us and uhm… us. There is also a massive difference between our family life, so doing something like that in my sister’s house would be highly inappropriate.” Shouto chimes in as well, speaking nonchalantly, like he’s talking about the weather.

“Shouto, I’m quite sure doing that in anyone’s house IS highly inappropriate anyway.” You try to add something to the conversation, because it’s getting out of hand. Izuku looks like he’s about the burst from embarrassment or something else, you are not sure. Thankfully the door opens and the whole band comes out, all looking pale and shaky.

“Bro. This guy… is an animal.” Kaminari stutters, making a beeline towards the closest drink machine.

“Honestly, ugly twin, give these guys a fucking challenge once in a while. They can play quite well.”

“I’m not ugly! I’m just small! Fuck you, muscle brain!” Bakugou yells with his face red. “And I do challenge them! They knew the song you are about to play, didn’t they?!”

“Yeah, and they also told me how you made them learn it then you never asked them to play it once.” Katsuki smirks and if this would be a normal world he would get an explosion to his face. But this Bakugou doesn’t have a quirk so he just pokes his other self on his side where it hurts the most. “Ouch, I think a mosquito just stung me.”

You can’t help but sigh. One Bakugou Katsuki is certainly enough for one world.

~•💥•~

Bakugou plays Basket Case by Green Day. And he looks extremely hot doing it.

You can’t believe you didn’t know they can play the drums like that. You can barely stop salivating over those muscly arms hitting the drums and this guy has half of the muscle mass your actual boyfriend does. You’ll literally pass out when it’s Katsuki’s turn to play. You also have a hard time believing he can top whatever Bakugou is doing on those drums. You are not a musician but you do have a good ear and Bakugou’s play is flawless, aggressive but precise, maybe a few mistakes here and there where he gets a bit too much into it but otherwise, he clearly has talent. Your other self also looks lovestruck as she stares at her boyfriend lovingly, eyes full of wonder and affection and damn, honestly, they are so fucking cheesy they make you burp.

Katsuki doesn’t even bother being his usual jealous self; there is a massive smirk on his face as the two swap places, his steps confident and when he looks back at you he mouths “keep your eyes on me” and needless to say that goes straight into your… you know what. He’s a hot guy, okay?!

Things only get worse from that point. First of all; he takes his shirt off just as he sits down then throws it right into your face with a massive smirk. The shirt smells just like him and you can’t help but daydream about being home, surrounded by this scent all over. You take the shirt and take a good sniff; Katsuki’s eyes darken, his gaze so lustful it makes you blush like this is the first time you’ve ever seen him look like that.

Somehow… it feels different. Possessive in a good way. Hah. You always hated when someone thought about their partner as “theirs” but now you start to understand that it’s not all about being someone’s possession, it’s more about you being a part of them, one not whole without the other.

Katsuki’s chosen song is Through the fire and flames by an old band called DragonForce.

Tokoyami plays the beginning flawlessly; It’s a fucking hard song to play on every instrument, mostly on guitar and the drums but while Tokoyami looks much more focused than he did when he played the easy chords in the last song, he doesn’t look that bothered. Kaminari on the other hand looks like he’s about to shit himself and it makes you giggle; this song is an absolute pain in the ass on the guitar and you are actually quite surprised that they somehow manage to play the song because even professional guitarists struggle to learn this one. Needless to say there are a few mistakes on their part, but otherwise, it’s quite impressive. You keep your eyes on Tokoyami and Kaminari for the first few seconds of the song as there is no drums at the beginning but when they get to the part with the drums you almost choke on your saliva.

Katsuki looks like a fucking rockstar. The way his muscles bulge when he hits the toms makes you salivate, but you can barely concentrate on the beauty in front of you as the way he plays is even more impressive. It’s powerful, precise, no mistakes whatsoever. The song already has complicated drums but you swear he made it even more difficult to play, even the easy parts sound more complicated and so much better than the original and when you finally tear your eyes off your gorgeous boyfriend you take a look at Bakugou, who’s sitting next to you, gawking at Katsuki with an open mouth, too impressed to be devastated about him loosing - because let’s be honest, he really fucking did loose.

The next time you look at Katsuki, he’s glowing. He looks so happy behind that drum set, so content and so-so handsome it makes your heart clench. You can’t believe this guy is yours. You can’t believe you’ll wake up every day next to this gorgeous fucking man, hopefully, for the rest of your life.

As Katsuki finishes the solo with an absolute sick drum solo, he stands up before the song wraps up and your body moves on its own; you jump into your boyfriend’s arms and he catches your legs and pulls you even closer as he kisses you deeply, right in front of everyone.

“Marry me, Bakugou Katsuki.” You mumble, incapable of pulling away from his puffy, soft lips. Katsuki takes something out of his pocket and let’s you down, but he doesn’t go too far away; He leaves a tiny kiss on your knuckles, tears pricking his beautiful red eyes as he goes down on one knee in front of you.

“Be my fucking wife, Menace. Let’s grow fucking old together. You are the best fucking thing that’ve ever happened to be and the most annoying one as well, but I fucking love you nonetheless.” Katsuki bursts out in tears by the end of his sentence and you are not too far behind; when you are about to answer a loud sob breaks out of your throat.

“Okay.” You mumble, letting him put the ring on your finger. You almost faint when you look at it because while you don’t have any idea about ring prices you already know this one cost a fortune. It’s so fucking beautiful and so perfectly him. Loud and fancy. Just like your fiancé. “I’ll be the best and the most annoying wife in the whole wide world. I promise.”

Katsuki seals the deal with another deep kiss then the moment is ruined when Izuku and Deku starts crying loudly. It’s so loud it actually hurts your eardrums.

“Save your fucking tears for the time I need to recreate all of this for Eijirou’s sake because I ain’t telling him that I proposed to her while he wasn’t here!”

“You want me to give this ring back to you?! But I don’t wanna! It’s so pretty!” You moan, but Katsuki only rolls his eyes.

“You will live, wifey.” Okay. You really fucking like the sound of that. “I’ll keep your mind away from it.” Katsuki pulls you closer by your waist and leaves a scorching hot kiss on your mouth. You melt like a fucking snowman in a microwave.

“Hmm. Deal.”

~•💥•~

“Oi, look! It’s Kirishima!” This world’s Bakugou points to the window of a coffee shop near campus. “He’s making out with the barista!”

“Fucking finally!” Deku rolls his eyes, annoyed. “He’s been pining for months!”

You can’t help but smile when you sneakily look into the coffee shop because that’s the same girl Kirishima’s been daydreaming about in your world. It makes you so happy to see him like this; Eijirou has a special place in your heart and you really hoped he’ll find his own happy end eventually.

“Do you think he knows he’s shagging that famous rock star’s niece?” Todoroki asks the million dollar question. Katsuki and you look up at the guy with question marks in your eyes. “That girl… is the niece of that famous singer-guitarist. The band name is… Crimson Riot? It’s Kirishima’s favorite band I think.”

“Oh my god.” Katsuki looks at you with a shit eating smirk. “Oh my god, I can’t wait to see his face when he realizes that. This is gonna be amazing.”

Yeah it will be… but that’s a story for another day - you think to yourself as you walk around the campus once more, hand in hand with your brand new fiancé. You can’t wait to get home and snuggle him until he blast you out of the window.

“Will you come over again, Y/N?” Deku takes your other hand and starts walking with you like he’s a little kid. You look at Katsuki who only gives you a cheeky smile but that’s all the answer you needed.

“Yeah. We will.”

The End.

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Potato ramble:

- I’m quite sure no sane human being can play the guitar part of the song Katsuki decided to play with that band. I’m just saying, because I usually try to be realistic and that wasn’t. Also, big thank you for my ex-drummer boyfriend for choosing that song for me because I was in stitches for days 😂 I can kinda play a lot of instruments but drums ain’t one of them. I once sat down and tried to play it and he cried. 😂😂😂😂

- The Dabi part inspired me so much that I actually started to write a DabiHawks fanfiction in this AU. It will be a completely separate thing from this and some details will be different, plus I’ll probably upload it on AO3, but just to let you know, that’s something I’m working on when I have the time! I’ll post about it on my Tumblr once it’s done!

- This is the official end of Katsuki’s side of this story. I’m sad but I’m also really happy for him! Thank you very much for everyone for sticking with me for a whole year! I actually uploaded the first chapter of this almost exactly a year ago. How freaky is that?!

- As you guys know, there is a spin-off for this series called Kirishima Eijirou’s daily shenanigans and the first chapter is already up so click here to read my first Kirishima x reader fanfic! 🪨

TL - thank you guys for being here 😭😭 @sixxze @iwannahaveaprettyaesthetic @hanatsuki-hime @cloroxisadelectabletreat @cheesenmax @coffeent @smolsleepybat @therealpotatobish @qardasngan @canarystwin @unofficialmuilover @nanamomo1 @mikestuffffs @p4ndawrites @yao-ai @porusuniverse

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Band of Sisters, Band of Thieves (Medieval! Powerwolf x Fem! Princess! Reader) - Part VI

(A/N): Hey everyone! Sorry I went MIA for a bit, writers block can be a real bitch sometimes 😭😭 hopefully updates will go back to being more frequent now that I've worked through my block, I hope you enjoy the new updates! This chapter I've decided to try and introduce nicknames for all the sisters, hopefully it'll make it easier to keep everyone straight. Let me know what you think!

WARNINGS: Mentions of death, brief descriptions of sword fighting, knife wounds, and bodily injury. Swearing. Princess and Attila have to fight off bandits.

Part V - Part VII (TBA)

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It was all supposed to be so simple. Your whole life had been mapped out for you, you simply had to follow the steps. You were set up to marry a man for his favorable politics, something you couldn't care less about despite the fact you would soon be in charge of those decisions yourself. You had done your duties to the letter, so why were you running through the woods to try and escape with your life? Attila grabbed your arm, pulling you in the direction of a small alcove under the roots of a nearby tree. He slips a large knife into your grasp, wrapping his hand around yours to silently command you to hold it tight. "They're going to find you." Your eyes grew wide, you pushed forward as you prepared to protest but Attila was quick to clamp his hand over your mouth. "When they do, I need you to yell out how many there are. Once you do that I want you to close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you to open them." He sees the bewildered expression on your face. "I don't want a young woman of your status seeing what I do to those men." You found your breathing beginning to steady as you remained locked under his confident gaze. Despite how quickly he had put together this plan, one thing was clear from the way he was speaking to you. He was going to get you out of here safely. "Nod if you understand."

You quickly responded, causing him to drop his hand from your mouth. His eyes scan over your face, giving you a firm nod before disappearing from your sight. You gripped the knife tightly in your hands, tucking yourself as far back into the tree roots as you could and prepared yourself. You could hear them approaching, branches snapping under their feet along with their hushed conversations. You had to focus, you had to have faith in Attila. You yelped as one of them jumped down in front of you, a smirk instantly spreading across his face at the sight of your trembling form. "Well, well, well. If it isn't one of that monarch bastard's prized daughters." He growls. "I'm sure we could get a pretty penny for your head." He grabs you, dragging you out of your hiding spot. You slash at him, managing to cut his eye. He cries out, pushing you away from him, causing you to fall on your ass. "I'll make you pay for that, you bitch!" You look up at the ledge above you, two other bodies loomed at the top.

"Three!" You yell as loud as you can, trying to scramble away from the group as you squeezed your eyes shut. The thugs paused briefly, confused by what they thought was a random outburst. You hear Attila's footsteps thunder through the brush, he roared as he emerged into the clearing. You curled into yourself on the ground, covering your head with your hands as the fighting rang to life in your ears. You heard a loud thwack as the blade of his broadsword chopped into one of the assailants. The thud of his opponent's lifeless body thudding to the forest floor. The two other men charged forward with a yell, metal clanged against metal as they battled in the small clearing. With one final swing you heard the two remaining assailants fall to the ground in tandem. Your breathing was heavy and uneven, you sat there clutching yourself as you struggled to remain calm. Just when you felt like you were going to burst into a full blown panic you were met with the warmth of Attila's jacket being laid over your shoulders. You clutched to the worn leather, letting your body relax into its shelter. You slowly lifted your gaze to Attila's concerned face.

"They must be heavy." He states firmly.

"What must be?" You rebuttal, confused as to what he could mean.

"The weight of your brass balls." You can't help but laugh at his crass statement. "You faced off against three thugs and barely flinched, color me impressed." He sets a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Princess, if it's alright with you, I'd like to try and get you home."

"That sounds wonderful. But, I regret to inform you that my legs won't let me stand at the moment." You tried to force out a laugh as you felt tears well up in your eyes as your adrenaline wore off. Your whole body shook, your legs too weak with fear to walk. Seeing your distressed state Attila did the only thing he could think of. He scooped you up in his arms, held you close to his chest, and began to make his way back the way you had come.

"Don't you worry 'bout a thing, Your Highness. I promised to keep you safe, I think I've done alright so far, hm?" He tries to joke around and lighten the mood. Despite how often you managed to get on his nerves he never wanted to see you so afraid. You looked so small and afraid. Your face buried against him as you sobbed against his chest, he held the jacket tightly around you. The best case scenario, the horses would be somewhere nearby the carriage, he could hold you easily enough and get you both back to the castle. Attila let out a sigh of relief as luck appeared to be on his side tonight. One of the castle's best horses grazed at the side of the road. He set you gently inside the carriage, allowing you to watch him as he got the horse saddled up before making his way back to you. "Think you can sit on his back on your own for a moment?" You nodded, allowing him to help you into the saddle where you sat unsteadily. He hiked himself up behind you, his arms resting comfortably on either side of you as he took the reins. You sped off down the trail, knowing you had a long ride of you.

"Attila," you say his name softly. He hums in response, alerting you that he was listening. "I'm sorry you got dragged into a mess like this because of me."

"Eh, my job would be a lot less exciting if you hadn't." He smiles playfully down at you. "Your Highness, you don't have to apologize. This is the type of work I expected to have." You struggled to suppress a yawn, leaning back into Attila's shoulder. "Rest as much as you can, we have a long journey ahead of us." You nodded, sparing a glance up at him. If you were this tired you could only imagine how exhausted he must be, yet he didn't waver for a moment. You were riding for almost a full day when you finally arrived back at the castle. Your horses galloping slowed as you reached the front gate, Attila carrying you inside.

"(Y/N)?" You hear your father's voice exclaim from the other end of a hallway. He rushed over to you and Attila.

"Your Majesty, the carriage was attacked by bandits-" you hear him start to explain as everything slowly faded away. When you awoke you groaned as you tried to move your heavy, aching limbs. The room was filled with golden sunlight, a vase full of vibrant wildflowers sat in the open window.

"Good morning." You turned to find your sister's physician, organizing his shelves of herbs.

"Mr. Hunt? What happened?" You struggled to sit up, your entire body was sore. You winced as you propped yourself up on your elbows. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Three days." He answers bluntly. "You fainted when you arrived back at the castle, you're down in my office so I can ensure that you were alright during your prolonged rest."

"And, Sir Attila? Is he alright?" You ask with a hint of nervousness in your voice. Mr. Hunt chuckles at your concern.

"He's just fine, Your Highness, no need to worry." He glances out the window. "I believe right now he's watching Sir Falk and your sister train?"

"My sister? Training?" You attempted to stand only to instantly collapse back into the cot. You remembered your younger sister jokingly saying she was going to learn how to wield a sword. "Mr. Hunt, would you be able to help me over to where she is?"

"Of course, Your Highness." Mr. Hunt takes your arm, helping you stand and slowly walk down the castle's endless hallways. You eventually came to the windows overlooking a clearing at the back of the castle grounds. You looked down to see your sister standing in a sword fighting stance, holding an incredibly long stick.

"Oi, Mimi!" Both of them jump, their eyes darting up to see you waving in the window. "What are you two doing?" You watch Falk suddenly step forward, catching your sister off guard, the force of his stick colliding with hers sending her tumbling onto the ground. Falk lets out a bellowing laugh, heading over to help her up, only for her to sweep his leg out from underneath him, causing him to fall to the ground at her side. You can't held but smile as you watch the two of them giggling the courtyard. Falk stumbled into a standing position, lugging your sister up after him.

"You stay right there! I have a bone to pick with you!" You laugh as you watch her hurry inside. She stomps down the hallway in your direction, Sir Falk jogging out behind her a few moments later. "Do you understand how worried you made us?" She crushes you in a hug, her voice cracking slightly as she holds back tears. You wrap your arms around her, holding her close.

"You can't get rid of your annoying older sister that easily." You joke. "Sir Falk." You greeted him with a knowing, inquisitive look. "I hear you're teaching my sister to fight? How has she been doing?"

He seemed to be a bit surprised that you weren't berating him for teaching her something so dangerous. "She's doing great even if she says otherwise." He nudges her slightly as she returns to his side, softly smiling down at her. "I'm glad you're alright, Your Highness." You nod your thanks to him.

"Where's everyone else?" You ask Mimi.

"Ducky is sitting with Roel in the garden, he got injured pretty badly on his last expedition. She's been keeping him company while he recovers. I'm sure the rest of them are scattered around the palace." She chuckles. "Attila was here a little while ago to… well he was about to come visit you." She smirks at you. Your eyes widened slightly, figuring now that you were returned safely to the castle walls Sir Attila would go back to wanting nothing to do with you.

"I, um, I think I'm going to go look for him. He'll probably be worried if he finds the bed empty." You chuckle nervously, Mr. Hunt assisting you once more. You watched as your sister and Sir Falk exchanged a glance.

"Sona?" You hum, looking back at her. "He seemed really worried about you." You struggled to keep the small smile off your face. Maybe the brute didn't hate you after all? Returning to the infirmary you found Sir Attila anxiously pacing in front of the door. You watched relief wash over him as he saw you up and walking.

"Your Highness." He takes a few hurried steps forward before he realizes how over excited he seemed. He slowed himself, gesturing delicately in your direction. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore, a bit tired, but overall not too bad." You manage a small laugh. "I can't thank you enough-"

"There's no need to thank me, I was simply doing what was expected of me." He states bluntly. You froze, a dull ache resonating in your chest as you realized this was really just work for him. "I was just checking to see whether or not you had woken up."

"Right, did you get a chance to speak with my father?" Your usual icy tone settled back into your words. Whatever friendliness he had displayed to you in the woods was long gone by now. He nods in response.

"I'm sure he'll want to hear things from your perspective." You nod.

"Of course." You force a tight smile onto your lips. "Well, I guess you can finally be dismissed." You thank Mr. Hunt before continuing through the halls the best you could on your own. You pushed open the door to your father's study, sitting there with his quill in hand as he steadily sorted through a stack of documents. The papers fluttered to his desk as he realized you were now standing in front of him.

"Thank heavens you're alright." He pulls you into a tight hug. "Attila told me everything, you don't have to discuss it if you don't want to." He pulls out one of the seats at his grand desk, motioning for you to sit before doing so on his own side. "I've already sent word to the Duke about what happened, you don't need to worry about a thing on that end."

"Father, is it really necessary to go through with this marriage with the Duke?" You ask him, propping your chin in the palm of your hand.

He sighs, "My darling girl, we've already discussed this. Your marriage to the Duke isn't for something trivial like an heir or wealth. Marrying him means we gain access to all of his lands resources-"

"Which raises the economy and brings forth the means for societal growth." You recite in a bored tone, unable to recount how many times you have had this conversation with your father.

"Exactly. I know you're not happy about it, but it's how things have to be done." He explains calmly.

"Father, I don't love him." You were being honest. Your usual mantra about the Duke immediately coming to mind 'a smart match, but so incredibly boring'. He was the furthest thing from what you wanted in a partner.

"You will learn to love him, sweetheart. Your mother and I weren't too fond of each other when we first got married either, if I'm being honest I don't think the woman could stand me." He chuckles. "But she became someone I knew I could rely on, she's my best friend."

"I don't want just a best friend, I want to be able to find my soul mate." Your voice soft and frail as you recounted the dreams of your future from when you were a child. "I want to marry someone that I can't stand to be away from for even a second, someone who challenges me to be the best version of myself, but is still gentle and kind enough to help me pick up the pieces if I fail."

"Trust me, my dear. I wish that was something I could give to you." He offers you a sad smile. "You going through with this marriage proves your resilience and your dedication to running this kingdom properly, and I'm so proud of you for doing so." You repressed a sigh, this conversation only cemented what you knew to be fact, you couldn't get through to him even if you tried. "Now, I'm sure you're still tired but you should go get properly dressed. I don't want my daughter walking around in front of the servants in a nightgown like some strumpet." You silently nodded as you dismissed yourself. You felt the strength in your legs slowly coming back. Your body still wrapped in a constant dull ache from your taste of battle. You headed back into your quarters, your handmaids immediately rushing to you.

"Good afternoon ladies, would one of you be kind enough to help me get dressed so I can go visit my sister's?" They all immediately got to work, pleasantly chatting with you and amongst themselves. You told them everything that had happened, the group of women hanging in your every word.

"I'm surprised he went out of his way to take such good care of you, that Attila can be such a brute." One of your handmaid's remarks as she works on the ties of your corset. There was a murmur of agreement amongst the group.

"Trust me, I was just as shocked as you were." You chuckle before letting out a soft sigh. "I don't know, part of me thinks I just imagined the whole thing. When I saw him earlier today he was just as cold and distant as ever."

"I wouldn't worry too much about it, Your Highness. Sir Attila has never been the most congenial of the Wolfborne Company. Besides, you went through a terrifying experience. It would only be natural to try and find some form of bond between you and your sole companion." You finish getting into your garments, all of them making sure everything was placed just the way you liked it. You dismiss all of them for the rest of the day, assuring them if you needed any assistance you would let them know. 

You made your way down to the garden, spotting your sister propped up against a tree next to Roel. The two of them would occasionally point at the sky. "They must be cloud watching." You mutter under your breath. Ducky perks up when she notices you.

"Sona!" She yells, scrambling from the ground. You continue slowly in her direction, internally grimacing at how weak your body still felt. You pulled her into a tight hug. "I was so worried."

"I know, I'm sorry." You hold her tight. Ducky looked up to you as almost a mother figure. Where the Queen would be harsh and unforgiving you were understanding and gentle with your youngest sibling. You were someone she could look up to; strong, independent, not afraid to speak your mind despite the fact it could have repercussions.

"Your Highness, Attila told me everything, I'm glad both of you made it out unscathed." Roel's towering form throws the two of you into shadow.

"Roel, I'm glad to hear you're also alright. I heard you were hurt pretty badly." He shakes his head.

"It was just a scratch." At his remark Ducky winds up and punches him in the shoulder. "Hey, that wasn't nice." He says through his pretend hurt, rubbing his arm. She hissed softly as she shook out her hand.

"You almost died, stop trying to play it off." She argues. "He's lucky I found him and brought him to Mr. Hunt." He groans, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"She's never going to let me live this down." His annoyed expression quickly faded away to a smile. You chuckle at their antics. You were so happy to be home, to be able to see your sisters once more. Yet, you still couldn't shake the heavy feeling that had settled into your chest. You were becoming increasingly sure of one thing. Despite how much you had tried to convince yourself that you wanted nothing to do with Sir Attila, it was becoming impossible to ignore your hidden feelings for him. You almost laughed at the thought. Seeing Ducky and Roel act so friendly with each other, you wished you could have that type of relationship with Attila. However, you knew that was something that could never happen.

No matter your feelings you had a duty to uphold. Your life has already been perfectly mapped out for your success, you shouldn't stray from the course. Even if you did decide to indulge yourself in your little fantasy it's not as if Attila would ever possibly return your feelings, would he? 

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[novaloo]

Inevitable - part seven - Disaster overture

I know you didn't read part six. Here it is.

Dr Sunshine tried his best to work as usual, but was not very successful. He couldn't concentrate at all, hands shaky, fingers kind of thick. The papers kept slipping away from his grip, and if not for Julie a few units of glassware would be lost. After dropping his notes for the nth time today, he couldn't hold himself back anymore.

– FUCK IT! – he yelled in a fit of rage, the frustration in his tone and expression almost tangible. He then took a deep breath, trying to calm down at least a bit. – I-I'm sorry, I... need to clear my mind... – and with that said he stormed out of the lab, then the building.

Sunshine decided to ask Mr Capgras about it. He knew some very interesting trivia, so he may know something about this as well.

Hearing the shopkeeper's bell ring, the antique merchant perked up on his spot behind the desk. Seeing his old friend, his smile widened even more.

– Ah, greetings, Sunshine – Capgras asked. – Is there anything you need from this old man?

– Actually, yes – Dr Sunshine replied. There was the tiniest hint of panic in his voice. – You know a lot of random facts regarding various myths and legends, so I figured out you'd know something about this too...

– And what is "this"? – the merchant motioned for the scientist to grab a stool and sit down with him. He did so.

– So... there are... three women. And they have laced dresses, and appear out of nowhere...

– Hm... Oh, I think I know what you might mean! – Mr Capgras replied as he searched for something in a drawer.

– So what is it?

– They might be the daughters of disaster.

– But what the hell is up with them?

– They are supernatural beings, neither alive, nor dead – he explained as he took out some old illustrations. – There's three of them. Annata, the daughter of change... – he placed the first paper on the desk, on it a picture of the blue lady. – ...Dukkha, the daughter of fate... – on the second one was an illustration of the woman with a third eye tattooed on her forehead. – ...and Annica, the daughter of death – he finally placed the third one down, on it a picture of the black-eyed girl, holding an axe. – No one knows what their presence may mean.

That was it. These mysterious women that disturbed him so much, they were the daughters of disaster. No one may know what their presence might mean for sure, but he had a strong feeling that it's nothing good.

– I... I see... – Dr Sunshine mumbled out.

– I've told you all I know.

– I-I'll be going now... Goodbye, Mr Capgras... – the scientist attempted to sound calm as he walked towards the door, but his body language gave away the anxiety he was feeling.

– Goodbye, doctor.

With a grim attitude, Sunshine returned to the lab. Julie was waiting for him there. He sat down in his chair, gazing off into the void.

– Is everything okay, doctor? – Julie asked.

– Yes, Julie, I... I just need to think alone...

– ...Should I leave?

– If you'd be so nice...

– Should you need anything, I'll be in the lobby – she said and stopped in the doorway to look back at him with a worried expression, before leaving and closing the door.

He couldn't see her look, he didn't face away from the wall for even a second. Having to do this pained him so much, but it was for her own good. The problem is his alone. She doesn't deserve to deal with his burdens.

He had a lot to process, but making any sense of it all seemed almost impossible. For several hours he sat there, alone, in grave silence, thinking.

The sun began to set.

Even then everything seemed so twisted.

– What are you thinking about? All the changes that are about to happen, perhaps? – a familiar voice resounded, carrying that unforgettable tone of melancholy. Annata. When her words reached his ears, his eyes widened slightly in realization, as everything became clear.

He can't run from it forever.

This is his destiny.

This is inevitable.

He got up from his seat and turned around, facing all three daughters and just stared at them blankly for a while.

– ...Why? Why must fate be like this? – he finally asked.

– Because it's like this! – Dukkha snapped at him, losing all composture in a moment. – You needed way too much time to even acknowledge that fate exists, and yet you still doubt it! Isn't my existence enough?! No, for you all it's never enough! Even if I straight-up told you your destiny and what you would do, you wouldn't listen to me! No one ever listens to me! Screw divination, thankless hell of a job!

– There's only one thing everyone's fate has in common, and it is death! – Annica said as she leaned closer to him, her expression seemed to show even more craziness than usual. – Everyone is approaching the very same end, same goes for you, and Julie, and Capgras, and Cotard, and everyone else! Many are nearing this finale right now, and you might just be one of them!

As she listened to the other two daughters, Annata's expression of permanent worry seemed to deepen. They all took a step back, away from him. There was no point in rejecting it any longer. One must accept one's destiny.

The lab was filled with the quiet hum of some scientific machinery. In the center of the room was a man surrounded by three beings, one of them right by his side. This mad scientist was no other than Dr Sunshine. While he stood there, he moved along to the music inside his head and mused, his voice gentle and melodic, mixing with Annata's as one.

"What if the wind caught up with me?

Started to change when I did...

Would I blow out like a light?

Or like a kite, fly away?..."

Every move he made, the daughter of change repeated.

"What if the fear of darkness gave

Way to the fear of color?

Would you live in black and white?

Or rest your eyes through the day?..."

Fear slipped onto her face, as she moved to the side, unable to utter another word. Dr Sunshine gave up on the melodic tone and kept musing.

"And if dreams can come true

What does that say-hey about nightmares?!

I'll stay awake tonight..."

And he finally snapped back at Dukkha, his voice harsher and louder, expression almost mocking.

"Cry my name!

Remind my brain

Of my identity!

Well, I'm not gonna listen

I'm not my volition, I'm-

Shananananananana free will!

Would you blame me for riding this train

Right by my destiny?!

Ah, prove I can crack, ah

Loose from track, ah

Shananananananana free will!"

As he spoke the daughter of fate clenched her teeth. But then she chimed in, her tone more melodic in contrast to Sunshine's.

"Rolling my third eye into the back...

Of my head and squinting through the black!..."

And with a motion of the hand, the third eye on her forehead closed.

"Saw no center, saw not where it lead...

It's times like this that make me wish that

I wish that I were dead

I don't wish I were dead

But somebody's got to go!..."

Then Annica took the lead, a mad smile on her face, eyes wild.

"I wanna make my murder look like a suicide!

But they'll all know, they'll all know

They'll all know that the body's mine!

I wanna go anonymous to identify!

But they'll all know, they'll all know, they'll all know, they'll all know

They'll all know that the body's mine!"

Sunshine shook his head, trying to stay strong and stand with himself, but it was becoming harder. He continued, keeping his previous timbre.

"Divide by one and find I'm one less than the one I was

So how many people am I?

Now that I keep 'em in my

Shananananananana memory, still I"

As he turned to the mirror of the secondhand vanity, his tone became smoother for just one line, before returning to the previous.

"Check in the mirror to see how I look, I look

Different in different ways!

Ah, you do the math, ah

Who's looking back, ah

Shananananananana that's not me!"

He pointed accusingly to his own reflection, the three daughters of disaster doing the same. Then Dukkha carried on. With every word she spoke and heard, her smile was becoming wilder, the white of her dress filling with all colors in a very chaotic way.

"Carving my initials in the back...

Of my hand in case of losing track!...

I forgot, remember to forgive...

It's times like this that make me wish that

I wish that I could live

I don't wish I could live

But somebody's got to stay!..."

Annica took the lead again, but this time Dr Sunshine joined in, their voices uniting.

"I wanna make my murder look like a suicide!

But they'll all know, they'll all know

They'll all know that the body's mine!

I wanna go anonymous to identify!

But they'll all know, they'll all know, they'll all know, they'll all know, they'll all know...

All know it's mine!

Ahh!..."

The daughters moved around the lab, each in her own unique way. Seeing such chaos unfold, paired with everything that happened earlier, awakened something in him. Sunshine smiled to himself and returned to the previous, harsh yet melodic scream.

"And if dreams can come true

What does that say about nightmares?!

I'll stay awake toni-i-i-i

Ahh, uh, ahh, uh!

Ahh, uh, ahh, uh!

Ahh, uh, ahh, uh!

Ahh, uh, ahh, uh!

Ahh, uh, ahh, uh!

Ahh, uh, uh!"

And he joined voices with Annica again, as Dukkha and Annata mumbled in the background.

"I wanna make my murder look like a suicide!

Kill me...

Kill me...

But they'll all know, they'll all know

They'll all know that the body's mine!

Kill me...

Kill me...

I wanna go anonymous to identify!

Kill me...

Kill me...

But they'll all know, they'll all know, they'll all know,

They'll all know that the body's MINE!"

All four started screaming alternately, and nothing but a cacophony of desperation could be heard.

"AHH!"

"AHH!"

"AHH, AHH, AHH!"

"AHH!"

"AHH, AHH!"

"Ahhh﹏"

Dr Sunshine held his head in his hands, taking deep, a little erratic breaths. The daughters of disaster seem to have left.

But he wasn't fine anymore.

[star-kissed583]

A Twisted Turn | Eric Dekerson

« 3rd Person POV »

«TW; abuse mentions, murder »

"You just can't do anything right huh?! God you're such a mistake, I wish-" His father's screaming was toned out.

Eric sat in the office, staring blankly at a family picture hung on the wall...

It was all 8 of them-before the accident had happened. They all looked at least a bit happy. It was the day before their mother demanded a divorce after a bit fight...it was a couple days before the bus accident happened and his father and him lost everyone but each other.

"C....Er...Ic!! ERIC!! ANSWER MY DAMN QUESTION!" His thoughts were interrupted by a louder yell and getting harshly slapped across the face.

Eric fell off the chair and looks up at his father with tears in his eyes. "N-no...I don't know!" He whimpered out a random answer. Trembling in fear.

"So you DON'T know if you fucked us up?! Well lemme give you the answer! You fucked us up big time!! No one is gonna wanna buy from us again and it'll all be your damn fault!! God it's a shame to have you as my son" Derek's growl sounded so pissed. The father running his hands through his hair. Clearly frustrated.

Eric could only look down in shame... this was all his fault...right?

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Eric walked up to the doorsteps with his father. His hands fiddled with the handkerchief in his hands. Looking up at the mansion with worry. Worried about messing things up for his father. There was one rule that his father gave him when they were arriving to the mansion

Do NOT speak to any of the people there

So Eric, trying to be the son his father wanted from him, was determined. He wouldn't speak unless told he could.

"Remember...let me do all the talking. You stay silent" Derek hissed, glaring back at his son.

Eric looks down, "yes father..."

"Good"

Derek finally knocks on the big doors. Crossing his arms and keeping his look calm. Eric standing a bit behind him-not wanting to bother his father.

When the door opened-a woman stood there. A raised brow looking at the pair.

She had short hair with slight bangs.having a simple black dress. It surprised Eric that her pale-grey skin wasn't what shocked him the most. It was actually her eyes. A red and one blue glowing eyes. Yet they held power in them

"Ah...you two must be the new ones huh? The Delerson family if I'm not mistaken...very well, come on in. We can hold our meeting in our office room." She hummed. Opening the door more for them to let them inside.

Eric followed behind his dad. Looking down when the lady seemed to watch him a bit with a curious look.

Derek nods, not exactly having expected a woman in the establishment. He let the lady lead them to the meeting room, "I was told a certain man, something about his name being Dark, was going to come talk with us. I wasn't expecting a fine lady like you to join along"

"My name is Dark. I do not apologize for my appearance. I'm aware when we meet I was in my male form-but I must warn you-it does tend to change based on my gender preference. And please, Mister Dekerson, keep your language professional. I do have a husband." Dark spoke with a sharp tone. Giving Derek basically a side glare.

Yet, Derek only rolled his eyes, sitting down on a random seat. He grins at Dark, "well then ma'am, allow me to introduce us. I'm Derek and this is Eric-my son. I do have one quick question. How do you expect anyone to take you seriously when your gender just keeps changing?"

"D-dad! That was rude-"

"Eric...silence..."

"I think your boy is correct, Derek. What I am has nothing to do with my business and has never had any business with my employees. Now...to get to the real matter of the fact." Dark held a cold gaze towards the man. Glaring straight daggers into him.

Eric could only shrink in his chair-too afraid to say anything again. Seeing also the harsh glare from his father

'I'm gonna get it tonight...'

1-2 hours later

"Well, your guy's rooms are upstairs. We don't know if you guys prefer having your rooms near each other or not...but Derek this is your room and Eric, your room is right there-across the hall from your father. Anymore questions?" Dark asked, her hands clasped behind her back.

"No, zero questions" Derek huffed.

Dark glanced over at Eric, his expression softening a bit, "and you Eric?? You have any questions?"

Eric stood in disbelief, before seeing the little glare from his father. He quickly just nods. His gaze falling down to the ground shyly.

Dark stared between the two, before giving them a small nod. She turns back when she heard her name be called, "alright. I must go. Tomorrow you two start at the studio at 8am. DON'T be late. Farewell now." She hummed before walking away

Eric yelped as he was dragged into his father's room. As soon as he heard the door shut and lock, he was shoved to the floor. Whimpering softly while his father kicked him harshly, knowing it'll be another beating for speaking."

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It's been a whole two years since they moved in. Eric now could speak to the others-but was limited on his time to be around everyone.

While he became great friends with Yandere, his father for some reason didn't like her. And would beat him up if he spent too much around her.

Even when Yan began to take note of Eric's behavior around his father-or how more anxious he became when they hung out-Eric would always deny anything going on.

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"I want you to stay away from my son! He doesn't need twinky people like yo-"

"Does there seem to be a problem here?" Dark's voice interrupted Derek's talk with Yan. Eric was cowering behind his dad. Looking down ashamed and upset. All while Yandere looked about ready to throw hands.

Dark glared softly at Derek, his gaze cold as he gently led Yandere to be behind him. "I said...is there a problem here??"

Derek straightened up, fixing his sleeves a bit, "No sir...there's no problem here. Just need that girl to stay away from my son. She's a bad influence and only weakens him more." He growls.

Eric looked down, "I-I'm sorry sir...it won't happen again.." he mumbles to his father silently.

Right when Dark was about to speak, he watched Derek grab Eric's wrist tightly, "We gotta go now. I must talk with my son" his voice held disgust at even mentioning Eric as his son.

Yan was about to protest, only to see Eric shake his head before being dragged off to Derek's room.

"Mama...I think Eric's dad doesn't like Eric.." Yandere spoke with worry. She looked up at Dark.

Dark sighs, "I'll try and get the poor boy alone...now c'mon Yan. Wilford made some cookies."

While Yandere grabbed Dark's hand to drag him downstairs excitedly, he couldn't help but look back at the door where Derek's room is with worry.

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"You're just a bad excuse of a son"

Eric could still feel the stings...

" I wish your brother survived instead-but I'm stuck here with you!"

Tears kept running down his face. His body trembling...

"Why can't you do anything right!!"

That rush that suddenly went through to him...

You're just a mistake

Just a mistake

A mistake

•

•

•

It was a mistake-

"ERIC DEKERSON! PUT THAT DOWN NO-"

The silence fell over the room.

Eric brought a slow hand up to his face-feeling that warm red liquid that had splattered on him.

Looking down, hearing a thud, and then a shatter.

His father looked at his son in shock-before his gaze went down to the knife embedded into his chest.

Eric's hands trembled as he stared at his father silently.

"I'm sorry I wasn't enough, dad..."

And then Derek's vision went dark.

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Eric sat on the floor against the bed. He had tears running down his face but he just looked in the distance in deep thought. Seeming to be spaced out.

He didn't even notice when the door opened. It wasn't until he felt a hand on his shoulder and someone sitting beside him.

Eric looks over confused, seeing Dark was there. Eric whimpered softly.

"I-I...it was an accident!"

Dark only frowns as she held Eric close, rubbing his back, "It's okay...you're okay...he hurt you, he only got what he deserved. C'mon...I'll have Willy clean it-let's get you a change of clothes"

[too-wooo]

At the beach:

This is a fanfic based off of a request from @disney-girl67 thank you for sending in a request.

This is a fanfic about the Disney villain captain Jame’s hook. This is a fem reader, and this is in fact a smutty fanfic, if ur uncomfy please click off of my account :)

Contains: smut, light slapping, praising, rough s3x, br$ast kink, cream pie, or@l, p in v.

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“Y/n!“ you’re friend Taylor shouted loudly from down stairs, you were lying down on you’re bed with you’re limbs pointing out in all directions you’re soft snores filling the empty and quiet room

“Y/N!!” She shouted louder and louder, finally she started to make her way up the stairs

She burst into your room, she was wearing a pink one piece bathing suit with her hair in a pony tail

“Oh my god!” She groaned as she grabbed you by the wrist and forced you up from the bed, you were still half asleep and you had your eyes partially closed

“What…what is it?“ you asked in a dry and sleepy tone, a yawn catching up with you

“We’re going to the beach! Remember?” She questioned with annoyance ringing in her voice as she spoke

“Oh!” You immediately perked up and tried to shake you’re self awake “I’m so sorry! I forgot” you said with an innocent smile, Taylor just blinked at you quickly, showing her impatience “come on” you leaped out of bed and you stretched “I’ll be waiting for you outside” Taylor sighed and walked out disappearing from you’re sight

You hurried to your drawers and you got on a cute bikini, it was a black string tied bikini with little dented in strips

“Alright I’m ready” you reassured you’re self as you began to walk slowly out of the door grabbing the stuff you needed on the way out

“Yo! Y/n!” Someone yelled out to you, it was Wayne, you grinned wide as you approached them, you all began to walk past a few houses and streets until you were at the beach, you all laid you’re stuff down on the sand

You sprinted off into the water letting the cool feeling splash onto your feet and legs

 “it’s so nice out here” you said softly, as you walked deeper into the water letting it reach up to you’re stomach

**hooks POV/first person**

There she is, finally I was able to locate her. It’s been so long since I had seen her…I almost forgot how she looks, but I’m glad I didn’t. Now I can talk with her again, touch her… “boys…go get her” I whisper to the others sitting beside me,

**y/ns POV**

You closed you’re eyes slowly as you crouched down in the water letting it hit you’re warm skin and move you across the rough sand

You relaxed as you floated carelessly through the calm and flowing waters

“Join me guys” you called out to Wayne and Taylor but there was no answer, you stood up and started to make your way back through the water onto the dry sand

“Taylor? Wayne?” You called out again but again it was silent

You saw their stuff and your stuff still where you left it and you sighed

“They wouldn’t have ditched me…would they?” You questioned as you sat down on a rock the heat from it, hitting your cold arms and legs “god damn it…” you whispered in defeat “maybe they had to use the bathroom” you said quietly

You tilted your head backwards and jolted forwards when you came face to face with a random man

You fell off the rock and onto the sand scrapping your palms and knees “Ah!” You winced, the man ran at you and you made a pathetic attempt to crawl away but he grabbed you and dragged you away

You screamed as loud as you could “HELP!” you yelled and kicked hoping he would let go but another man ran forward and grabbed your legs keeping you still

You got tossed onto a deck, the deck of a huge ship

You scooted yourself in the opposite direction of the men and your back hit something hard

Rubber like the bottom of a shoe, Low and behold you turned your head panicked only to see another man

“Hello there love, I’m Captain Hook” he said with a wide but mischievously grin plastered on his face

You took a deep breath and prepared to scream but he lurched towards you on the floor and covered you’re mouth with his hand “shhhhh”

He said shaking his head like he was disappointed, you ripped your head away from him and you yelled at him “who the fu-“ he grit his teeth and he slapped you, hard. You felt your face twitch and you stayed quiet “good girl, stay silent and I won’t have to do that anymore” he whispered as he stood up again towering over you

You turned his head to the other men “take her to the cabin, make sure that she can’t get away” he said as he glanced at you, a more calm and gentle look in his eyes

You scrunched your eyebrows at him and you narrowed your eyes

He stared down at you his eyes scanning over every inch of your body until his gaze stopped on one part of your body

Your chest, you looked down at your chest then you looked back at him, a smirk forming on his lips “I must say…I love your bathing suit” he said with a low and sultry voice, that filled your ears making you shiver

You made a disgusted face and you looked away from him “don’t be like that y/n”

He said, his tone mocking and laughable “fuck off…” you mumbled thinking he didn’t hear you

“Excuse me?” He said, his voice much more serious and deeper then before

Your eyes widened and you didn’t look at him, you began to breath heavier and he took a few steps closer to you

“Repeat that?” He said glaring at you his posture stiff and one hand on his sword holder

“Nothing” you said trying to keep your voice from shaking, just then one of the two men spoke “the room is ready” hook turned to them and he nodded his head

“Take her” he said, they grabbed you and you closed your eyes trying not to freak out

You were thrown onto a bed and you didn’t move, frozen in place, with your heart racing and your head pounding. You laid there and you began to doze off feeling your thoughts fade away from you, you fell asleep and a long while later you awoke again

You looked around slowly as you lifted your self up from the bed you got up from the bed and you walked in circles

Until hook opened the door, though at first you didn’t see his face at the door you knew from the scruffy boot that peeked from the corner of the floor

The door creaked open and he walked in, he threw a cloth to you

And you caught it, you unfolded it and saw it was a mid length light blue dress with long and tattered sleeves

“Get dressed” he said with a more nonchalant and steady voice, you nodded your head softly before you started to layer the dress over your bathing suit

He watched you silently with an unreadable and solid expression

The dress had a corset built into it and you grabbed the strings pulling at them barely making them move

Hook walked to you and he grabbed the strings from you, the tied the strings and he pulled making the corset tighten around you earning a loud gasp

Hook placed his hands on your shoulders and took a step forward resting his head onto the crook of your neck, you felt goosebumps form on your body and you bit your bottom lip, he laid his hands onto your hips and pulled you close pressing his groin to the back of your butt

You could feel his bulge growing and you blushed an embarrassed feeling washing over you

He started to stare down again and you look in the direction he was staring, your mouth fell open and you whimpered quietly

He was looking at your breasts that were now squeezing together and very visible thanks to the corset

“Follow me” he whispered in your ear sending chills down your spine

You nodded your head and you followed him out back onto the deck where you saw a beautiful land that seemed magical

“This is neverland” he said with a cocky smile on his face as you tilted his head to look at you once again

“It’s very pretty” you said with a menace in your voice

That hook could hear loud and clear “hmm…” he hummed as he reached his hand forward gripped down onto your wrist making you groan in pain. He started to drag you out from the ship and through this weird but interesting patch of forest, like the woodlands

You had to jog to keep up and you were out of breath when he stopped

You were at a small but secure looking house? He opened the door and pushed you inside, he locked the door and he began to undo his shirt

You stuttered as you spoke “Wha-what are you doing?” You uttered

He walked as close to you as he could keeping intense eye contact with you. He threw his shirt down onto the floor and he undid his belt pulling it through his belt loops letting it fall to the floor, “take it off” you gave him a confused look and he sighed before he grabbed the to front pieces of the dress

Ripping the strings making it loosen and the dress come undone “the dress!” He said louder then before

You hesitated and he glared at you again making you quickly slide the dress off leaving you in your bathing suit, he swiftly slid his fingers onto the clasps of your bathing suit top, it unclasped falling off your shoulders exposing your bare breasts you kept your hands at your sides when hook set both hands on either breast, you whimpered loudly as he squeezed them, massaging them slowly “be nice okay?”

He pushed you backwards making you fall backwards onto a soft bed

He raised his eyebrows waiting for your answer “okay..” you mumbled as he grinned and leaned down licking up and around your nipples making small moans leave your mouth

You continued to work at your jittery and shaky figure as he trailed his tongue down your chest to your stomach

He untied The strings that held your bottom bikini piece together

He stared into your eyes as he tore the bottoms away from you leaving you’re body completely uncovered, he traced his fingers down your breasts down to your thighs, he then gripped them tight with his hands keeping your legs apart

His breath hit your sensitive clit making you react and try to close your legs around his head

But his hands kept your legs separated “stop it y/n” he demanded before he parted his lips and he started to lean forward, he started to lick furiously at your wet folds, forcing loud moans to leave your mouth

He continued his fast movements, he applied more pressure to his tongue, your breathing was getting heavier and you felt your body tremble

He dug his nails into your thighs and pulled you closer to him

He continued his rapid and aggressive licks until he felt your legs twitch, “Ah~!” You moaned as you pressed your head into a pillow messing up your hair

He pulled away from you not letting you finish “I didn’t know you could sound so…lewd”

He said as removed his hands from your thighs then standing up and placing one of his hands onto your hips, he used one of his free hands and he pulled his pants along with his underwear down his erect cock bouncing up

You shifted your body backwards, but he pulled you back to him even closer then before, he took a hand and he lined himself up with your entrance, “w-wait I’m a-“ before you could finish your sentence he plunged himself into you a desperate moan escaping you

“That’s more like it~” he praised as he began deep and fast movements inside you

He groaned and grunted with every thrust, his hips bucking wildly as he got closer and closer to the edge

You felt a knot tighten in your stomach and you moaned louder and louder

He pounded into you as hard and fast as he could making you clench around his causing a little bit of pain to shoot into your body

You felt his stop moving after one last thrust going as deep as possible, you felt his cum fill you up and you gripped the sheets almost ripping them, you followed soon after your back arching

He stayed inside of you for a few seconds before he pulled out, his cum leaking out onto the sheets and onto your inner thigh

“God…that was beautiful y/n” he said as he climbed next to you on the bed

You rested your legs laying flat on your back “yeah…” you agreed as you closed your eyes

Feeling your body go weak, falling back into a deep sleep

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(Nothing weird, like scat, age play, loli, piss, and aggressive abuse that could lead to death)

[phychohex]

I Met a Vampire In Santa Carla (prologue)

Laying down in a bed with a man who I couldn't stand. Having only one way out of this fucked up relationship I look over having made sure that he drank more than usual to knock his ass out so that I can leave. I crawl out of bed and I look at the mirrored closet door. My body is covered in burises and tattoos. I hurry to put on my pj pants and a random tee shirt before going down to the car that we shared. Double-take all my stuff in the trunk. My work gear, one suitcase of clothes and the backpack with any essentials. The year is 2000 and this meant a new century and a new me. I look up at the house where I grew to hate before going into the car and driving the thirty minutes to my friend's house. I tried picking a station on the radio but nothing could calm me.

I did it I really did it. I was finally getting away from the years of abuse to the only other place I could go. Back to my childhood home in Santa Carla, back to more abuse. Far better than the kind I got here though I could handle being yelled at, hell I could handle being slapped in the face now but not the beatings, not the cheating, not the forced sex not anymore. I pull into the driveway and I knock on the door. I see a very tired Katie still in her nightdress and hair in a ponytail. Shocked seeing me she quickly lets me in. "what happened"

"I can't take it anymore" I finally get a breath of fresh air as the weight of what I'm doing sets in. "this is the last time I'm going to be a toy to that asshole." she sits me down.

"o-okay but I thought you were leaving in a week not now."

"he did it again" I sob as the memories of the night flood into my mind. Him getting home late and angry asking if I was cheating on him. That's how I knew he just got back with a fling that dumped him. The yelling, and throwing things then came to the beating and the threats. When he told me to get him a beer. I couldn't take it I made my decision then and there I was going to leave. So I got him his beer with three shots of tequila. After four of them, he was sloshed and handsy. No matter how much I fought he overpowered me and after what felt like hours of him using me he fell asleep and now I'm sitting in the living room of the only person who befriended me and taught me how to do my profession let me have something no one could take.

If you told me I grow up and be a tattoo artist I'd call you crazy. How I wouldn't believe older me had the balls to go against my stepdad. God how I wish that were true. Only how much of a coward I was going off with a nineteen-year-old at the age of sixteen. Only to go back after being at the end of my rope.

"well the car is ready" Jacob comes in groaning still tired. I had slowly brought some of my things to their house throughout the week. Katie hugs me and tells me to call once I'm out of New Mexico and again when I'm home. I go out to my most prized possession that I 'sold'. A red 1966 Chevy Impala. I saved up so much for it. when I got it I vowed I'd never get rid of it just get it any updates it needs. I get in smiling; I was back with it. From the leather seats with pink fluffy covers on the seat; to the fluffy leopard print steering wheel cover and Betty Boop flooring. I look to see it is almost time for John to wake up. Looking at Katie I wave leaving this all behind me. All that's left is to make my way back to Santa Carla.

[mikeys-thighs]

Somethin’ Wrong Here

Bishop x Reader

Summary: Bishop’s fiancee’s reaction to some the events in Season 4, Episode 4.

Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol consumption, arguing/yelling

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: This has been taking up space in my head since I watched the episode and I just had to write it out. No use of y/n or gender pronouns. Hope y’all like it despite it being an all hurt/no comfort...

Part 1 | Part 2

A text from Cielo had you angrily driving to the clubhouse. How dare that asshole you called a fiancé pull this kind of shit. All that drama with Canche and Yuma had caused a small rift in between you and Obispo; it was actually a bigger issue than either of you wanted to admit. You had been fighting constantly since the attack at the clubhouse, but you were patient and hoped things would work out soon. Well you were trying to but it seemed Bishop thought it was easier to drink his problems away. The wedding had even been pushed back a couple of months in the wait for things to calm down. Unfortunately things just seemed to be getting worse and not better, but as his old lady that is what you signed up for. You knew what you were getting into when you first fell in love with him. But you never expected this.

Your car all but screeched to a halt once inside the club gates. You took a second to calm down a little before leaving the car. It was important that you did not cause a scene until you confirmed what Cielo texted was true. If some random puta was actually putting the moves on him and he wasn’t shutting it down, there was going to be hell to pay. One more deep breath and then you were walking through the main door. 5 seconds. All it took was five seconds for your world to flip upside down. There was your old man doing shots with some woman you had never seen before. He was too wrapped up in telling her how he could keep up with her all night to even notice that someone had walked into the clubhouse. It was obvious to anyone breathing that those two were flirting and it instantly made your blood boil. The fucking audacity of this man.

You slammed the door loudly, finally gaining his attention. Bishop was also too far gone to even register that he was in some deep shit. You stomped over to where he was sitting with that bitch, and you were almost positive that there was actual steam coming out of your ears.

“Obispo Losa, you got a lot of fucking nerve.” You started not caring that you were drawing attention.

“Cariño! Sit down, have a drink.” He drunkenly smiled at you.

“Really that’s all you have to say to me! This is the first time I have seen you in DAYS and I find you flirting with some skank. But you want me to have a drink. Sure makes sense.” You were fuming at this point.

The rando chose to jump in “Seems like you could use one, sweetheart. Might help get that stick out your ass.”

Your eyebrows shot up your forehead. Who the hell did she think she was? Was she part of the reason you were here right now? Yes, but you would deal with her afterwards.

“Excuse me. I don’t even know you gringita, Also I wasn't fucking talking to you, so mind ya business,” You snapped, “And you,” you turned to Bishop ready to give him a piece of your mind.

“Hey! Watch it. Treenie is a nice girl. She enjoys my company unlike somebody.” He cut you off. He no longer looked happy to see you; he was scowling now

“Fuck you. I love spending time with you. I don’t particularly like this version of you though.” You gestured to his current state. “I also don’t like receiving texts from Cielo about your drinking and flirting.” He went to defend himself, but your intense glare stopped him. “Don’t try to deny it, pendejo. I heard the little innuendo you both made just now. Not to mention the way you were looking at her. It is a look I am very familiar with.”

“I’m sorry, isn't he a grown man? He can do whatever he wants.” Treenie interrupted, a stupid smirk on her face.

“I thought I told you to mind your business. Butt in again and I’ll break your nose.” You threatened turning your gaze on her. A threat all the Santo Padre members knew you would act on and probably soon.

Bishop slammed his hand on the table,and you jumped at the noise. If he was mad at you before he was downright infuriated now.A shot glass shattered as it rolled off the table and you slowly met Bish’s eyes. There was nothing but rage and hate swirling in them, not even a smidge of their usual adoration. Even during your worst fights he had never looked at you with such contempt. He sternly pointed a finger at you.

“I told you to watch the attitude. Now I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into you lately, but it ends now.”

You started to argue back but he stopped you.

“No! I’m talking, you’re listening. You don’t get to come in here and act like a fucking brat. This is my sanctuary where I come to find peace from all your fucking nagging. Except now I gotta deal with shit here, and at home.”

You could feel your face getting hot with embarrassment. It was one thing for you to argue in private, but something else entirely to do it in public. You could feel everyone’s gazes on the two of you. It was probably like watching a car accident . They knew they should probably look away but couldn’t.

This was not how you saw this going. Honestly you had no idea how it was going to turn out when you got here. You figured you would yell at him and maybe fight the bitch for trying to sleep with your fiancé. Then Bishop would’ve dragged to a secluded part of the clubhouse for a round of make up sex. So what happened next caught you completely off guard.

“Did you ever stop to think that maybe there was a reason I haven’t been home? Huh? Well, I’ll tell you why. It is because I can’t fucking stand to be around you. All you do is bitch and complain about everything. The dirty dishes, the neighbors dog shitting in our lawn, picking the cake flavor for a wedding I DON’T EVEN FUCKING WANT!” He continued on but you stopped listening.

He didn’t want to marry you… That had opened the floodgates and you were quick to wipe the tears away. Was all that planning and how excited he seemed to spend the rest of your lives together a lie? An act he put on to keep you happy? Well if that was what he wanted then fine.

You swiftly took off the ring on your left ring finger and chucked it as his stupid head. It was enough to shut him up. The clatter of the ring seemed to echo in the dead quiet clubhouse. It also caused everyone in the room to unfreeze and turn away. You didn’t bother to wipe your tears as you stepped closer to him. With a gentle tug of his beard, that he didn’t deserve, you forced him to make eye contact with you. He had to know you meant what you were about to say.

“I hate you Obispo and I never want to see you again.” You turn on your heel and leave the clubhouse.

You had made it all the way to your car before somebody followed you. As you looked over your shoulder you saw it was Gilly. He didn’t say anything, just held his hand for your keys. You had no energy to argue, so you handed them over and got in the passenger seat. He sent you a small smile before driving away. Thankfully he didn’t try to start a conversation, you were too busy crying anyway.. After dropping him off, you drove to the closest hotel. There was no way you could actually return to the home you used to share with Bishop tonight. It would hurt too much. Although the hotel room didn’t do much to dull the ache in your heart either.

[slowdiived]

Having to give Kurt some extra gentle love when he’s driving with you, but his dad demands he picks him up too. It’s a really awkward atmosphere in the car. Kurt doesn’t wanna make you think he’s angry or super annoying but he isn’t gonna just play nice with his dad either. You having to be careful with him once his dads gone, slowly stroking his arm on the console until you feel like you can give him a comforting kiss

“why don’t you ever answer my calls dickhead?” kris kunkle grunted as he threw a bag in the backseat, then sitting inside.

“dad,” kurt sighed, his fingers pinching between his eyes. “(y/n) is here.”

kris looked over at the passenger seat and his eyes lit up when he saw you. you gave him a gentle wave and a kind smile.

“sorry, you just piss me off,” he rolled his eyes at kurt then turned to you. “hey (y/n)!”

you say hey back, kurt giving you a glare from his seat. kris requested a ride from kurt knowing that his son was going to make him pay, might as well not even announce his anger about it. kurt accepted and the car ride started.

“so how have you been (y/n)?” he asked with a now sweeter tone.

“oh i’ve been alright,” you turn and smile at him again.

“good to know you’re still kicking around with mr. dickhead over here,” he laughed.

“dad!” kurt blurted to get his father to stop saying that shit in front of you.

you just giggle and turn around, scared to engage in anymore conversation. in your peripheral you can see that your boyfriend looks moody. you wanted to grab his knee and reassure him it’s fine, but you were scared of kurt getting awkward about it. the conversation was quiet for a bit, music from some radio station drowning out the quiet.

you could tell something was so off with kurt, he was trying his best to stay normal. you could tell he was suppressing a lot of reactions and it upset you.

“so what are you two lovebirds up to today?” kris asked as he looked outside his window.

“oh, we were going to the store but someone called us for a ride,” kurt took a sharp right turn that had your heart race, your hand gripping the handle above the window. “what are you up to today?”

his dad shot him a glare but decided to keep it cool since you were obviously nervous with the two of them.

“gotta go to my buddy’s house, pick up the rest of my stuff,” he brought himself closer to the middle console. “i am gonna move in with this girl dj, she says she is gonna get me another job since the club decided to get rid of my residency.”

“just some random girl?” kurt looked at kris in the rear view mirror.

“i’ve known her for a couple of months now,” he shrugged. “no biggie.”

kurt just nodded, too angry to even start yelling. he didn’t want to startle you anymore. he was pissed about his dad just moving in with some random chick that he knew his dad was fucking. he could already tell that the man had relapsed and it was getting on his nerves. he could tell how kris was trying to act normal in front of you, but the way he kept laying back was a sign that things weren’t better like he promised.

the rest of the ride was silent, soon kurt pulling into a dumpy looking apartment complex. you looked at it, paint chipping and dirt everywhere.

“well this is it,” kris smiled. “thanks for the ride, kurt. thank you (y/n) for the nice conversation.”

he hassled with his bag, pulling to his lap then opening the door.

“bye kris,” you say kindly, waving at the man through the window.

and he was finally out, kurt backing up and turning around. he had a white knuckle grip against the steering wheel, his eyes focused on the road ahead of him. you turn to face him, nervous to give him a small kiss.

you decided to place your hand against his arm that was placed on top of the console, gliding your palm against his hoodie in reassurance. he softens his grip a little and you gave him a small smile, his head still not turning to look at you. the air was thick with anxiety and you didn’t know what to do to calm it down. you just interlaced your fingers with his, pulling his hand up and kissing his knuckles. he softly hummed, his body and mind slowly coming back down to earth. you did it again, hoping he would look at you.

“thank you,” he sighed. “i like it when you do that.”

he turned towards you and smiled, your eyes lining up with his as you do it again.

“good,” you spoke. “jus’ wanna make you feel better, baby.”

you put your hands down and leaned over, giving him a few kisses on the cheek at the red light. he turned to look at you, his eyes back to the soft doe eyed appearance.

“sorry about my dad,” his eyes were now sad. “he was d-definitely high.”

you gave him another small kiss to his heated cheeks.

“you don’t need to be sorry,” you sat back in your seat once the light changed. “it’s not your fault.”

he nodded and tears welled up in his eyes, careful to not let them spill. he brought your knuckles to his lips, copying your earlier motion.

“i love you,” he mumbled out.

“i love you too.”

[caitimetravels]

she’s insignificant

chapter 2: welcome home

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of drugs and alcohol, poor parenting

masterlist

“number eight! this is serious! if you do not train properly you will not be allowed to join your siblings on missions.”

“number eight! that’s not how you behave!”

“no, number eight! how many times must you do this before you get it right?”

“no! not like that, number eight! you must be quicker, smarter, stronger! you’ll be a liability”

“no! again, number eight!” 

“number eight!”

“number eight!”

she wished it was stop. the yelling. the shouting. the insults. the pain. the training. all of it. her head hurt. she could feel the anger swirling around, growing. control. she needed control. relax.

she took a deep breath. again. again. she pushed herself over and over until she collapsed. she worked herself to the bone only to always be left with disapproving stares. the scowl. the glare. and then she was alone, forced to pick up the broken pieces and put herself together. she didn’t have her other siblings. their family dynamic wasn’t much of a family dynamic but just once she wished one of them could be there. even just to see what she was going through. it hurt that she was alone. she hated alone.

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“um..” luther slowly stood, unsure. “i guess we should get this started” he looked around at his siblings sitting in parlour. they all sat separately with klaus making drinks at the bar in the back.

“are we having a family meeting?” y/n stepped into the room, confused. she paused as realisation crossed over their faces. “..you forgot me”

“sorry, y/n, we didn’t mean-” allison started, trying to defend them. y/n shook her head.

“no, no, don’t apologise. it’s okay.. let’s just get this over with” she waved off any concern, taking a seat beside vanya. in her lap sat a familiar book. 

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“you’ll be okay” ben spoke softly, gently bandaging y/n’s arm. he gave her a small smile. the pair sat in the back of the library, secluded and separate. the others were too wrapped up in themselves to care. 

vanya stepped over a moment later. she frowned at the tears on y/n’s cheeks. taking a seat beside her she offered them the cookies she had stolen from the kitchen. they weren’t meant to have any until dessert but ben and vanya found this much more important. y/n sniffled, taking the cookie in her good arm. 

“thanks v” she gave a watery smile, eating a big bite of the cookie to stop the sobs about to escape her mouth. ben and vanya shared a frown over her head. 

“should we read something?” ben offered, pulling a random book off the shelf behind him. y/n merely nodded, she needed this to calm down her raging emotions. these two were the only two who understood. if her emotions went haywire so would her powers. 

“hm, little women? i didn’t think dad would have this” ben smiled at the cover. 

“pogo got it for me” y/n murmured softly, listening to her brother’s soothing voice as he read. she smiled, they were always able to calm her down.

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“so, i figured we could have some sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown, say a few words” luther started again, “just at dad’s favourite spot”

“dad had a favourite spot?” allison asked, confused. 

“yeah, you know. under the oak tree” luther nodded, eyebrows furrowing. “we used to sit out there all the time.. did none of you ever do that?”

“will there be refreshments? tea, scones” klaus interrupted, walking to join them with a cigarette between his fingers and a glass of alcohol in his other hand. “cucumber sandwiches are always a winner” he waltzed over beside y/n who smiled at his laid-back attitude.

“what? no” luther shook his head, “and put that out, you know dad didn’t allow smoking in here” 

“is that my skirt?” allison questioned, looking down at klaus’ attire.

“what?” he mumbled distracted. he put his glass down before turning around. “oh, yeah, this. i found it in your room. it’s a little dated but its very breathy on the.. bits” he gestured.

“listen up” luther put on his leader voice, commanding as usual. “there’s still some things we need to discuss, alright?”

“like what?” diego snapped, obviously sick of this.

“like the way he died” 

“and here we go” diego rolled his eyes and luther glared at him.

“i don’t understand.. i thought they said it was a heart attack?” vanya spoke up, confused. klaus plopped down onto the couch now, wrapping his arm around y/n.

“what? he had a heart attack?” y/n’s eyebrows furrowed, she hadn’t been told that. they all looked at her, surprised.

“you didn’t know?” allison asked softly,

“no? you did?” 

“that’s only according to the coroner” luther chipped in, still pushing his theory.

“well, wouldn’t they know?” vanya raised an eyebrow.

“theoretically”

“theoretically?” allison asked.

“look, i’m just saying at the very least something happened. the last time that i talked to dad he sounded strange” 

“oh, tell us please” klaus gurgled through his drink, not at all serious. y/n would have laughed if she didn’t see the real reason luther was bringing this up. he thought one of them did it.

“strange how?” allison continued to push, incredulous. 

“he sounded on edge, told me i should be careful who to trust” luther frantically tried to convince them.

“luther” diego sighed, standing “he was a paranoid, bitter old man. he was starting to lose what was left of his marbles”

“no” he quickly shook his head, turning to him. “he must have known something was going to happen. look” he looked over at klaus. “i know you don’t like to do it but i need you to talk to dad”

klaus rolled around, disagreeing, “i can’t just call dad in the afterlife and be like dad can you stop playing tennis with hitler for a moment and take a quick call” he waved his cigarette around, sitting up and letting go of y/n.

“since when? that’s your thing”

“i’m not in the right frame of mind!”

“you’re high?” allison looked up,

“yeah, yeah!” klaus laughed, nodding his head, “i mean how are not listening to this nonsense?”

“well, sober up, this is important” klaus merely sighed, “then there’s the issue of the missing monocle” 

diego scoffed, “who’s give a shit about a stupid monocle?”

“exactly, it’s worthless” luther was only digging himself a bigger hole, “so, whoever took it i think it was personal. someone close to him, someone with a grudge”

“yes, cause that’s all we need” y/n rolled her eyes, exasperated “more grudges”

“where are you going with this?” klaus narrowed his eyes, confused.

“well, isn’t it obvious, klaus?” diego sneered up at luther, “he thinks one of us killed dad”

luther opened his mouth to deny it but nothing came out. it was true.

“and i bet your top suspect is little y/n” diego pointed a finger right at the said girl. she froze.

“what?”

“you do!” klaus sat back, shocked. 

“how could you think that?” vanya stared in disbelief.

y/n stood abruptly and everyone watched as her eyes turned black. the same way they used to when she had trouble controlling her emotions. they watched as she quickly shook her head, storming out.

“great job luther” diego mocked, “way to lead” then he begun to walk away. 

“that’s not what i’m saying” he tried to defend himself but nobody listened.

“you’re crazy man, you’re crazy.. crazy” klaus stood too, picking up his drink. vanya went to walk away, following diego.

“i’m not finished” luther attempted to stop them. 

“okay well sorry, i’m just gonna go help y/n murder mom, i’ll be right back” he commented sarcastically, walking away. 

“that’s not what i’m saying-” it was no use.

y/n curled up beside ben’s statue, book pressed against her chest. she took deep breaths, trying to regain control. her breath came out shaky as she rocked slowly. eventually she relaxed, leaning into the side of the statue. her cheek pressed against the cold concrete. with a final sigh she looked up at him. 

“hey..” she spoke softly, “i brought our book” she gave a weak chuckle, showing the statue the book she had been cradling. 

“i finished again.. should i start again?” 

diego stood in the doorway, watching her talk. he frowned, she was so sweet. it wasn’t her fault she was born with such a horrible curse. he understood why she got along so well with ben, they both hated their powers. it made training unbearable for them. she begun to read aloud, still leaning into the statue as she sat on the gravel covered floor. with a sigh he walked away, she would be okay, she just needed time. 

time didn’t heal y/n, no matter how much she wished it would. she didn’t have anybody, everybody left her. she had to get over everything all by herself. her words started to come out stuttered, her voice cracked. slowly she begun to sob, tears wetting the pages of her book. she wiped them from her face, standing up. she had to be calm.

she spared one last glance at the statue before walking away.

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“number eight, you must always keep your emotions in check” reginald scolded, glancing up from his notebook. he scribbled something else, ignoring her watery eyes.

“b-but i can’t” she sobbed out, she was young. her siblings were allowed to show emotion why couldn’t she?

“then you are weak!” reginald snapped his book shut, raising his eyes to glare at her. the words shouldn’t have hurt as much as they did. she was never enough, she was always going to be weak. she needed to do better, to be better. to be strong. 

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“emotions, number eight” the girl supressed her smile at the name her mother had just given her. he wouldn’t even use it. her face fell blank.

“emotions, number eight” the girl took a deep breath, no anger. nothing. you cannot feel. she closed her eyes for a moment, controlling her urge to destroy something. she opened them to see a confused diego. this wasn’t how she was meant to react, he had stolen the ring her mother had given her. she just walked away. 

“emotions, number eight” she caught ben’s eye across the table. he nodded softly. she breathed calmly, no dessert. she was weak, she didn’t deserve dessert. five frowned from beside her, looking between her and their father. something was wrong.

“emotions, number eight” reginald turned on her. she stood, hands gripping the table until her knuckles turned pale. how could he let five go? as she raised her head she heard gasps from her siblings. pogo and reginald shared a look as she glared at the latter, taking a moment to calm herself. it wasn’t working. she was struggling to keep her emotions at bay, she couldn’t supress them. “y/n..” vanya whispered as she ran from the table. she couldn’t do it. he was gone and she hadn’t stopped him.

“emotions, number eight” she couldn’t do it. not this time. she shook her head. her eyes filled with tears. she couldn’t. “number eight! emotions!” she shook her head again, all she could feel was pain. it was her fault. she let him die. her siblings must hate her. her father hates her. ben would hate her. she let him die. she watched him die. 

“number eight! your emotions!” reginald’s voice got louder and she heard herself scream. everything was crumbling. he was gone, it was her fault. “number one, do it” 

it was all.. her fault..

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on her way to the staircase she paused. her eyes lingered on the painting. five’s painting. she felt herself move without wanting to. she stepped into the room, looking up at her brother sadly.

“i’m sorry” she frowned, “i’m so sorry, five. i shouldn’t have let you go. i should have gone after you. i’m sorry, you must be so alone and i lied. i’m sorry for lying.. i should have done better, i should have listened to dad.. i couldn’t bring you back and it’s all my fault. it’s always my fault.. i’m sorry five, i’m so sorry..” 

“sweetie?” she looked over to see grace. “who are you apologising to? did something happen to you?” the blonde robot walked over, glancing over her to see if she had hurt herself.

“oh, no, it’s okay mom” she smiled fakely, trying to reassure her mother. “i was just thinking out loud. nothing to worry about”

“oh, alright, sweetie” she smiled again, “how about something to eat?”

“i’m okay, thanks. i think i’m just going to rest” grace nodded, allowing her to leave.

she wouldn’t be okay, not until she could stop blaming herself. she took one last look at five' picture before she closed her eyes, trying to stop her tears. when she opened them she appeared in her bedroom. she quickly shut the door, locking it. at least in here she couldn’t do anymore damage.

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“number eight” reginald’s voice was disappointed but y/n couldn’t find it in herself to care. so what if she was a failure, she had always been one anyways. “you are no longer allowed to go on missions with your siblings”

she didn’t raise her head. he wasn’t done. this is what she deserved. “you will instead be working on locating number five”

she froze, staring up at him in shock.

“what?”

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a flash of blue light outside her window broke her out of her thoughts. she stood from her bed, glancing down at the courtyard. it couldn’t be..