#how to stop screwing up your sleep schedule

[hloyf]

I will have like two mood changes throughout the day, and about five in a span of 30 minutes at night

[flamingpudding]

Little Snippets #5

Okay, so maybe Danny screwed up a little big. He was just trying to train some of his powers in secret. Really. And sure, just because he wanted to test the limits of what he could do, he tested and trained with a powered he swore he wasn't going to ever use on anyone.

But that kind of turned out to be one of his worst mistakes.

He was pretty sure Jazz was probably posting missing person posters. Maybe hid parents were also wrecking havoc over Amity, leaving literally no stone unturned to find him. And he didn't even want to imagine what his ghost gallery of rogues were up to with him missing.

Now he really regretted that he started training in secret without telling anyone.

Because now... here he was stuck in a doll sitting on some weird guys shelf that apparently used him as therapy doll and was talking to him. Or maybe the other was talking more to himself than Danny stuck in the doll.

Either way Danny was stuck and currently had no idea what to do, and his attempts in making the move doll didn't work as much as he hoped for. It took him an entire night to move his doll body from the shelves to the windowsill.

Tim swore the doll he had picked up on a whim as a mission souvenir was hunted. He swore he had placed the doll on his shelf several times now, but each morning he found it somewhere else.

He had contemplated installing cameras but fos some reasons his electronics stopped working at night. He had told Dick about it.

And what does he older brother do?

Ask him how much he slept the past week.

He sleeps enough, thank you very much. His sleep schedule was a mess but he sleeps and he functions.

The amount of energy drinks and coffee he consumes has noting to do with that.

Still Tim sat on the couch the doll placed on the table before him as he stared it down like it was a criminal he was going to interrogate.

"I know you can move..." he muttered behind his folded hands as his eyes narrowed. "I will figure out what your deal is..."

Behind him Dick looked worried at his younger sibling, wondering if he should get the tranquilizer gun. "Guys... I think he has one of these phases again..."

Jason next to him scoffed with his arms crossed, already planning on tipping Alfred off to restrict Tim's coffee and energy intake.

Damian only clicked his tongue, watching the older teen. "So Drake finally lost it."

[ronwestbreeze]

you're gonna go far | 10

pairing: jake sully x neytiri x tsu'tey x fem!human! reader summary: a scientist arrives on pandora (unwillingly) a year after the exile of the rda. now she must deal with the likes of a clan leader, a great warrior, and a thanator rider. word count: 3.9k

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You eventually decided to forget your body for now and leave it to Norm to take care of it. All you were focusing on was burying yourself further into work.

Which included going back to tending to your garden by planting and replanting a few seeds and veggies. Then there was checking up on the baby who was bound to be due soon, you’d spend the last few hours of the day with her until eventually, you forced yourself to sleep in the Avatar Compound.

That was your schedule throughout the next couple of days. Along with that, you took on more work to distract yourself such as restocking more link shacks and taking care of the land along with the other avatars. It was one of the many deals the humans made with the People in exchange for letting them stay instead of going into exile. It kept you busy whenever you didn’t need to tend to your garden. Any free time that you happened to have would’ve been filled up with something else to keep you busy.

The only peace you got was at the end of the day when you were in the tank room.

“I’m sorry I’ve been gone, little one.” You said to her the first night you returned to Hell’s Gate. “I was unfortunately a bit distracted. But now I’m here and I’m never leaving you that long again. That is, until you’re born of course.”

There was a subtle shift in the stomach, bringing you a slight sense of comfort that she still remembered your voice. You didn’t know why it was comforting though. You wouldn’t be the one to hold her in the end. You probably wouldn’t be able to see her much once she was with her rightful parents…

Stop—stop.

Then there was foraging.

You enjoyed wandering around the forest to both discover new things and become well acquainted with the familiar routes. Going to your mother’s grave, finding the shack you had been trapped in, and even venturing further out just to see what was out there. Things you’ve missed.

It would’ve been nice if there was some comfort to all of it. But it made you forget. Made you think less. That was enough for now.

Until you eventually had to return to the clan’s base for Mo’at’s checkups. And not wanting to anger the Tsahik, you went anyway despite your reservations about it. All you could do was pray you didn’t run into Jake during the short visit.

So when you saw Tsu’tey with his brother inside her hut, you were strangely relieved which quickly made your stomach churn at the very thought.

His brother, Arvok, noticed you first as Mo’at was working on his abdomen. Surprisingly, he offered a white yet tired smile your way, “Ah, my savior the dreamwalker! I thought I was dreaming before.”

He ended up sitting up a bit as he spoke but Mo’at forced him to lie back down, “Hold still.”

“No need to thank me. It was nothing.” You mumbled, face impenetrably impassive.

“Nothing?! I heard you died because you saved me. How is that nothing?” Arvok sat up a little again only for his head to be forced back down by an irritated Tsahik.

You tried not to acknowledge the younger male’s words. Tsu’tey watched you for a beat before nudging Arvok’s shoulder gently, “Mawey, tsmukan.”

Not bothering to try and understand what he had said, you muttered again, this time sternly, “As I said, it was nothing—frankly, you should be more worried about yourself and the person who stabbed you.” Finding the new topic, you quickly steered the conversation in that direction. “By the way, who injured you in the first place—”

“That is none of your concern,” Tsu’tey said simply with his face somewhat screwed into his usual scowl.

You nodded expectantly, “Yeah, I thought so.”

Arvok then nudged his arm, hissing at him in  Na’vi. Tsu’tey didn’t appear happy but spoke again, “It is clan business. Something that you should not concern yourself with. You have been too involved enough as it is.”

“Ha!” Mo’at huffed earning a glare from the Olo’eyktan. She did not offer more and continued tending to Arvok.

“Well,” You frowned, clenching and unclenching your hands. By then you realized you were still standing while the other three were much closer to the ground. “I did get poisoned by this clan business but you’re right. I suppose it is none of my concern.”

At this, Mo’at finally stood and scowled at the two of you—more specifically Tsu’tey, “If this is how your interactions will be during this time, then I must ask you to leave and come back when you are ready to speak with her correctly.” She gestured for Arvok to sit up—albeit slowly—and dismissed him, “You must continue resting. It will be a long while before you can hunt again.”

“Yes, Tsahik.” With a grumble, Arvok slowly pushed to his feet, the wince clear on his youthful features. But he looked better. Better than you had expected someone to have been stabbed to look. Then again, Mo’at must’ve been working on him while you had been unconscious—dead—so he had time to get better.

He held his abdomen gingerly as he walked past you, sending you a quick nod before he finally left. “You!” At that, your attention turned back to Mo’at who was now pointing at the spot Arvok had been, “Sit. Now.”

Obediently you sunk to the floor and allowed Mo’at to start her work on you. Tsu’tey surprisingly didn’t leave and just lingered in the background much to your dismay. But your body wasn’t tense because of his presence. You were constantly glaring at the doorway, waiting for him to show up at that point, waiting with your guard up, waiting for yet another fight with that damned asshole.

“You shouldn’t be putting so much strain on this arm. You should be resting as well, let yourself get adjusted to your new body.” Mo’at instructed sternly as she applied new green mush to your arm.

You winced, both at the subtle sting in your arm and the easy way she mentioned your transference. As if it was another day. You couldn’t tell whether that pissed you off or made you quite relieved that at least someone was making a huge deal out of it. You’d already cried everything out of your system. Now you just wanted to allow yourself to feel numb.

Just until everything came back up again. If it ever would.

In the corner of your eye, Tsu’tey shifted onto the mat further behind you.

Mo’at pressed her hand against your arm, “Have you buried your former body yet?”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, “Why are you asking me that now?”

“Some questions will be hard to answer. It is the way of life.” She replied easily as she began unwrapping the bandage on your shoulder. “But it is okay to not be ready. Are you not read, dreamwalker?”

“Sure.” It was all you offered.

You left the body to Norm now. You made him swear not to tell you where he planned on putting it. And you were okay with that.

You were fine—you were fine—you were fine—

Eventually, after enduring a long silence—which you were quite comfortable with—Mo’at finished and stood. You moved to get up as well but she pressed her hand down on your shoulder and shook her head, “You speak with Olo’eyktan first. Then you leave.”

With that, she stepped out of the hut and you, after great reluctance, looked over your shoulder at Tsu’tey to find him slightly sitting hunched over on the ground, playing with something in his fingers.

You weren’t going to speak first. He wanted to speak with you. You would wait for him.

And eventually he did, “When Mo’at brought up the potential—that you could be our fourth mate—what did you think?”

The question startled you. It was the last thing you ever thought he’d ask. And the fact that it was Tsu’tey himself asking you this and not Neytiri or hell, even Jake.

But you remained on guard anyway, “Do you care?”

At that, he raised his gaze from whatever was in his hands to look at you, “Many people have made their opinions known about the matter. All but you. It’s as if your voice is drowned out by an unforgiving storm. I am asking you, dreamwalker. What do you think of it?”

For a moment you considered your words carefully. The conversation wasn’t adversary so you lowered your defense, only by a little bit. And as you thought about your answer, you realized you hadn’t even had the chance to think about what you truly thought about the idea of being their fourth mate. Neytiri had mentioned them looking for one long ago but you never imagined it would be you. You never imagined—

You never imagined you’d be loved.

And because of that, it was simply never in the cards for you. Even if there were moments where you—

“Why does it matter anyway?” You glared down at your fingers, watching as your nails dug into your palms. “Can you honestly imagine us as mates? I mean have you thought about it yourself? Can you even imagine Jake and I as mates? After the other night? Tsu’tey, I think the answer’s pretty clear.” You faced him, jaw tight and your voice quiet despite your steeled spine, “I’m too broken. And it would be cruel—I am not cruel and I’m not selfish enough to allow you three to drag yourselves to the bottom because of me. And that’s what I think. It’s quite simple actually—”

“To your human mind, yes.” Tsu’tey shook his head and stood, turning his back to you. He paced for a moment, eyes searching the room until he finally spoke. “But it is about duty. If Eywa has favored you then I must do my job as Olo’eyktan and honor that. If you are our fourth—”

“You don’t know that.”

“You are right, I do not!” He hissed but stopped, almost as if he were restraining himself.

You clenched your hands together again, glaring down at the matted floor. For a moment, the two of you were silent. This had to be the longest conversation you and Tsu’tey had ever had. And of course, it was about something heavy, something complicated, something difficult to even comprehend. Why couldn’t it have been something simple? Why couldn’t things be simple?

“I have failed my people.”

A beat went by and you looked up, wondering if that was all he had to say only to find his gaze on you. Intense and yellow. Unreadable yet uncomfortable to receive, nonetheless.

But his face was gentle as he spoke. His voice was quieter, “And in some ways, I feel I have failed our Great Mother. I feel I have failed my mates. My son. My unborn children. My mother. My brother. My father. Perhaps you do not understand it, dreamwalker, but it is my sworn duty to do what I must for my clan. To be the leader that they deserve. And I am not.” He stepped forward until he was standing in front of you and dropped something into your hands.

It was pretty. A handwoven string of beads and gems, almost too gorgeous to belong to someone like you. You held it limply in your hands, not wanting to touch it any further.

“I am not a good mate.” He continued, now his face unreadable. You weren’t really sure what yours looked like at the moment but you hoped it didn’t convey what you felt at the moment as he spoke.

Utter dread. Shock. And pity.

“If I had proposed to you, I would have thought that I had done right by the Great Mother.”

He said it so simply. Proposed? Tsu’tey? To you? How come he didn’t appear affected when he said these words? Why was it you that was struck frozen by this revelation?

Perhaps he was good at hiding it. Perhaps you were too.

Tsu’tey knelt in front of you and looked down at the string, his face still a mask. “I would take care of you, just as I do with my other mates. I would treat your children as my own, I would be okay with not being in love with you for the sake of duty.” Unconsciously, your fingers wrapped around the string as you took in his words. Very deliberate, very careful, very real. “But you would have said no. And I would be okay with that too. Because I cannot commit to my duty. Because I am a bad Olo’eyktan. And…” The words seemed difficult to spill out from his mouth but he forced it out anyway. “And I am not cruel enough either, dreamwalker.”

For a moment, you did not say a thing. For a moment, you wondered if you were dreaming. For a moment, you wondered if there could be a world where you and Tsu’tey weren’t hostile to each other like now. You wondered if there could be a world where you’d look at him as something more.

Because in the end, you appreciated his honesty. Frankly, that was one of the best things you liked about the Na’vi. They weren’t like humans. They didn’t hold anything back because they didn’t see a reason to.

And it made your next words clear and firm, “Your search for worthiness isn’t on me, Tsu’tey. And a proposal definitely wouldn’t have been able to fix that.” You frowned and glanced down at the string and then back at him, “That wasn’t a proposal, right?”

Tsu’tey stood then, his tail swishing behind him. “I suppose it was. In a way.” He looked at you expectantly, “And your answer, dreamwalker?”

He held a look that told you he already knew your answer. You stood as well and handed him back the beaded string with yet another impassive mask, “No. That is my answer. But you knew that.”

Wordlessly, he took the beads back, his gaze never leaving it. You stood there for a moment, feeling exhausted once more. And again, Tsu’tey allowed himself to appear the same.

Too tired for this world. Too tired to carry on.

You steeled yourself away and stood straighter, “So you agree. This isn’t what Eywa wanted.”

At that, his ears twitched, “We do not know what she wants. It has always been that way. And it will remain so.”

Nodding, you moved past him and toward the entrance, only to stop short. Your brain was muddled, your emotions were tangled, and yet you spoke clearly. “If your deity is as great as you all say she is, then I’m sure she wouldn’t want you to suffer.”

Without waiting for a response, you left. Not daring to look back. Not daring to ponder questions you’ve never thought about until now.

Enough. Enough of all of it.

“Any day now.” You mumbled, staring bleakly down at the table as Norm was checking the ultrasound. It was weird being several inches taller than him now when in human form he had quite the height over you, “We just have to watch her closely now.”

Norm nodded, “Good, good. That’s great news. I’ll let the parents know. You good staying here for a bit?”

“Always.” You watched over the tank as Norm left the room. Tucking the tablet under your arm, you placed your hand against the class, “Can’t wait to meet you, finally. I wonder if you’re gonna be as quiet when you’re born.”

The silence was suffocating, and So were the tears. They had finally come.

God, you were so angry.

Was this really all you were worth? An obligation? Something so worthless that you needed empty protection? Was that all they saw in you? Was that all you’ll ever be to them?

You sank into a nearby chair, allowing the silent tears to fall.

It wasn’t what you wanted. You didn’t want to be the outsider—the intruder. All you wanted was to save a bunch of trees and now you’re here. A stain. An inconvenience. Blood red on a perfect white canvas.

This baby girl didn’t deserve someone as shattered as you. She deserved the loving parents that claimed her from the beginning. Protected and kept away from your storm.

“I hope this world doesn’t hurt you, little one.” You wiped at your eyes, beaten and bruised already.

Norm eventually came back moments later. You hadn’t gotten up from the chair. He saw your dried tears and cleared his throat, “Jake said he’s already on his way, um,” He appeared careful and gentle as he spoke, “I’ll take over if you need a break.”

“You don’t have to.” Was your attempt at a protest.

But he shook his head adamantly, “No, I will. You’ve—it’s been pretty rough for you. It’s the least I can do for…”

You frowned as he avoided your gaze.

“I could’ve done better—more to save you—”

“Spellman, you're fine,” You shook your head and stood. “I don’t blame you—couldn’t if I wanted to. You’re the only one that has my back here. Well, maybe besides Neytiri.”

“Are you going then?” He asked as you walked passed him.

“Yeah, I’m gonna try to cool off. Maybe go on a walk.”

“You sure? Don’t get another chunk of your skin bitten off again. Or poisoned.”

“Ha-ha.” You responded dryly.

Deciding you wanted fresh air, you left out of Hell’s Gate and went into the forest.

You had marked the places you passed with small white strips in the past, tying them to smaller branches. It allowed you to venture further away from the base this time. And by the time the sun began to set, you found yourself at the waterfall, the same one you were at with Tsu’tey before.

And you stayed there. This time you went toward the waterfalls’ mist surrounding you the closer you got to the waterfall itself. The water moved up toward your waist until you were practically floating above water.

For a while, you stayed like this. Until night came. You stayed like this until your hair stuck to the back of your neck.

Eventually, you passed through the waterfall. Breathing out a long and delicate sigh.

These waters relaxed you. These waters made you forget.

Once you reached the other side of the waterfall, there was a rock large enough for you to hoist yourself on. And sit there. You didn’t know how long you’d stay there and you didn’t care. The world outside of this place didn’t matter to you. For a while, you just wanted to forget. To become stone.

Half alive and half buried in the ground.

That is until the world called for you to come back. Until the world wrapped its grip on you and yanked you back into reality.

Until something whizzed past your face, cutting some of the strands from your unbraided hair.

And now across from you was a spear lodged into the stone. Whoever had thrown it had great strength. Whoever had thrown had meant to kill you.

Instantly, you froze. Heart pounding against your chest, blood rushing to your ears.

“Demon!” AN unfamiliar voice shouted further away—possibly on land away from the waterfall. Quickly, you lowered yourself on the rock. Most of the water from the mountain and mist hid you, so there was a chance that the attacker couldn’t see you. “Come out and I kill you!”

You didn’t move from the rock. From what little you could hear, the voice spoke in Na’vi as if he was giving orders to someone. Which meant this guy wasn’t alone. The many splashes coming toward you only confirmed that.

As quietly as possible, you slid off the rock and toward the spear, yanking it out of the wall with what little strength you had left. A shadow then passed you as you ducked behind the rock just as a figure stepped through the waterfall. He was wearing strange armor and his war paint was different from what you had seen the Omatikaya wear. Which also told you that these warriors that surrounded you were from a different clan. A clan you were sure that weren’t reluctant in having to kill the likes of you for being human.

 The warrior had an arrow pointed and ready. Fortunately, he hadn’t seen you yet.

But before you could take your chance at escape, a quicker shadow to the right dived through the falls, aiming another spear at you.

It was so quick, you hadn’t heard the other warrior coming and barely dodged the sharp end of her spear as you slid off the rock and into the deep waters.

The spear didn’t slow and sunk into the water with you. You swam away from the two, going deeper underwater until you weren’t able to be spotted. You continued swimming away from the small enclave and made it to the other side of the waterfalls.

Praying that the mist continued to cover you up, you came up for air and climbed onto a nearby rock. You still had the discarded spear and gripped it in your hands as you hopped onto another rock—not even stopping when you heard a bunch more splashes and shouts in Na’vi coming toward you.

Once you were sure they were far enough away from you, you continued hopping on the rocks until you finally reached land. But you didn’t run, knowing that it would make too much noise. Instead, you clutched the spear to your chest and slinked into the forest, just as how Neytiri had done it when the two of you would travel through the forest together.

Be one with the forest and all that shit.

God, you couldn’t catch one break. First Jake, then Tsu’tey, and now this? It was like the universe hated you for some reason.

As quickly and as quietly as possible, you put some distance between you and the waterfall. When you got far enough, you ducked behind a thick tree, pressing your back against it while taking in shaky breaths. You kept the spear close to your chest as if it were a shield while praying that you had been quiet enough to escape.

Something sharp pressed against the side of your neck, instantly squashing any hope you had left.

“You are loud, demon.” She spoke in Na’vi. It was one of the only sentences you recognized since Neytiri used to say it to you all the time in the beginning.

You remained still, staring at the warrior in the corner of your eye.

She took the spear from your hands and tossed it to the ground, not lowering hers.

“Where is your clan, sawtute?”

Okay, she spoke a little English. Which meant this clan had lived around humans at some point,.

“I don’t have a clan.” You gritted out shakily, “And I’m not trespassing—”

“Demon! All of you!” She hissed, the tip pressing further into your skin. “I kill you and bring your head back to my clan. The rest of you demons will follow!”

You glanced toward the spear on the ground, trying to figure out how fast you’d have to move to get it and escape.

But you nor the warrior didn’t get a chance to do anything as an arrow flew through the trees and hit the warrior in her shoulder.

She stumbled back, you took the chance and grabbed the spear from the ground.

As the warrior fell to her knees, your savior stood further away behind her. Bow raised with another arrow pointed at her.

You breathed out shakily, “It’s you.”

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[norrizzandpia]

She Doesn’t Know Who I Am (LN4)

Summary: Lando’s in New York and no one knows who he is. Especially the girl who asks for his number.

Warnings: nothing really, the vaguest inference to alcohol consumption? If that, man, but lmk if i missed any ofc

Lando was always weary of the United States. From the intrusive people to the crazed, horrific politics, he always tried to stay away. However, once a year, or season, he had an obligation to make an appearance in one of the fifty maniacal states. This year, the region in which would be graced with his chaotic presence was that of New York.

Y/n was the typical college student, ruthless and stupid as she went through her days at NYU. Crazy parties and a lack of sleep filled her days as she struggled to get through her second to last year in school. While part of her hated the way New York operated and how unsafe she felt, there was nothing like the beauty of the city. Her whole life had been spent in a small town where she felt trapped and alone, but in the big city, she felt a part of something, almost as if she was finally contributing to something. What she was contributing to, she didn’t know, but, in her mind, that didn’t really matter.

What did matter, however, was her friends dragging her out of bed and forcing her to go out with them whilst on two hours of sleep.

“I can get bagels literally any day. Please,” She put her hands in prayer as she pleaded with her best friend, “Paige, let me go back to bed.”

Paige looked back at her as if she had grown three heads, “No way. You go back to bed now, you’ll sleep all day and then be screwed up tomorrow. Then, you’ll complain about your sleep schedule being off and get mad at me for not waking you up. This is a much easier Y/n to deal with, thank you very much.”

Her response seemed to shut Y/n up as she hung her head low and trotted behind her brunette friend.

—

The walk to the bagel place had been longer than usual as they ran into George, a homeless man who lived at the end of their street and they had come to love. He had been there since the moment they moved in, coming and going as he moved to different places to sleep. After a few years of becoming friends with him, they learned he was a veteran who came back with severe PTSD, and, in turn, had to deal with tumultuous debts for his tries to stop the depressing spiral. While he had successfully gotten over the painful flashbacks, he never came back from the money he owned, the main reason why he ended up on the streets. The girls had found sympathy for the man and whenever he was there, sitting at the end of their block, they gave him fifty dollars each, whether they were struggling with their own financial burdens or not.

His smile had sent them into the rest of their breakfast with happier attitudes as Y/n’s annoyance for being conscious disappeared. However, they returned for the entire duration they spent waiting in the long line in the cramped, stuffy deli. Nonetheless, once she had scarfed down her bagel sandwich and chugged some water, she found life to be much lighter.

—

Lando, on the other hand, had been wandering around Central Park aimlessly with Max and a few other McLaren PR employees. The group had been out shooting content for both the racing company and his own company, Quadrant. Checking out different sights and throwing middle fingers up when they crossed the Trump building, the two boys found themselves having lots of fun in the country they thought so little of.

“Maybe this shit isn’t that bad?” Max chuckled as they stared at the lake that stretched across the park, a piano sounding lightly behind them from a street performer.

Lando nodded, liking the way no one was recognizing him and he could just be, “Yeah, maybe it’s just the politics that dampens the whole thing.”

—

“I’ll seriously never get over how stunning it is in here,” Y/n whispered as she and Paige strolled through a particularly secluded area of Central Park.

“Mhm, me neither.” Paige smiled as the two girls cherished the moment together.

Y/n turned her head to catch the brunette’s brown eyes, “Ever think about what would have happened if we never met?”

Paige pulled a look, “Absolutely not. That sounds like hell.”

“You’re not wrong.” Y/n laughed, “But, seriously, like, how would we even be surviving right n-”

Her abrupt stop to her sentence had Paige turning to look at the girl. With Y/n’s jaw dropped and cheeks ablaze, she followed her best friend’s eyeline, stumbling upon two boys who looked about the same age as them.

“Wow.” Y/n said aloud as she stared, mesmerized, at the man.

“Which one are you looking at?” Paige tried to decipher.

“Brown curls,” Y/n responded immediately, allowing her best friend to finally hone in on the boy of her friend’s choosing.

Paige smiled softly as she pictured Y/n with the boy standing in front of them, a cute couple they would be.

“He’s cute. Go ask for his number!” Paige said excitedly as she pushed Y/n in the direction of the particularly striking young man.

Y/n instantly paled, “What?! No way! Absolutely not!”

“Why?! Y/n, you literally haven’t dated anyone since freshman year. Come on, you’ll never even see him again if he rejects you. Please? For me, at least?” Paige pleaded, giving her best friend a look that she couldn’t turn away.

Huffing, Y/n began walking away, muttering, “The things I do for you.”

—

Y/n first caught Lando’s eye in his peripheral. The quick flash of y/h/c had him turning around to quickly glance at the newfound presence.

He almost lost his footing at the sight of her.

Black leggings and a sweatshirt never looked so good on someone as she approached him. His eyes were followed by Max, the boy laughing at a Lando who was clearly very taken by the girl coming up to them.

“If she asks to take a picture, I’m going to be so devastated,” Lando whispered as she smiled at them, the sight making him want to melt to the ground and beg her to go out with him.

It dawned on him that he didn’t even know her name yet, but that was a passing thought as she came to stop in front of him.

“Hi,” She stared up at him, clearly nervous, “My friend is forcing me to do this, so don’t think I’m doing this willingly.”

Her next few words Lando was already preparing himself for. Either her sentence could send him into a euphoric orbit or she could crush his dreams by being a fan.

She took a deep breath, Lando smiling at her cute demeanor, before she continued, “I just thought you were really cute and thought that, maybe, I could get your number? My name’s Y/n, by the way.”

Max was quick to jump infront of his lovestruck friend, not trusting the girl’s intentions.

“Sorry, he doesn’t give out his number.” He shot out, Y/n grimacing as she took in the embarrassment.

“Is he a celebrity or something?” She tried to recover with jokes, but it just made the faces of the two boys pale more.

The one that she liked, the one with the soft curls, stepped in front of his friend as he shook his head, “No, no. He’s just overprotective,” He sent his friend a threatening gaze, “I’m Lando and I would love to give you my number.”

Y/n was too caught up in the meaning behind Lando’s look to catch the way he was staring down at her, brown eyes big and round as he shot her a toothy grin. Their eyes met, and she flushed under his stare.

Tucking some hair behind her ear, she quickly got out her phone, “Oh, cool! Here you go.”

Lando’s fingers flew across the keyboard as he typed in his work phone number, not his personal. While he wanted to trust in her cluelessness, he couldn’t be that reckless.

Sliding her phone back to her in a way that allowed for their fingers to brush against each other, Y/n beamed triumphantly, something Lando knew he was going to grow to love.

She stood there for a few moments before nodding her head and beginning her walk back to her friend, “I’ll call you soon. We’ll figure something out.”

Lando nodded eagerly at her, a sign that he liked her just as much as she liked him. When her figure was a dot in the distance, Max turned to him and smacked him on the chest, “What the hell do you think you’re doing!? You can’t just shovel out your number like that! That was way too dangerous, Lando.”

His stern lecture had Lando rolling his eyes, “Max, two things. 1) I gave her my work phone, and 2) I’m willing to bet my seat in McLaren that she has no clue who I am.”

His best friend shifted on his feet as he looked at him, “You really think so?”

Lando nodded, “Yeah. I’ve seen fans try to play it cool, and even then, when they outwardly say they know my favorite flavor of ice cream, I can tell they’re freaking out on the inside. Her nerves seemed more to be the type of just asking a random stranger out rather than meeting her idolized driver.”

Max shook his head, “If you insist.”

—

Paige smiled proudly at her best friend as they began making their way out of the park, “So, what was his name anyway?”

Y/n thought hard for a moment before guessing, “Land? Lanyard? Something like that. I can’t remember. I was too caught up in his biceps to comprehend anything he was saying to me. I just hope he isn’t a murderer.”

NOTE: lmk if you guys want me to make a part 2 to this where they go out on a few dates and a month in or so she finds out or he tells her (something roughly like that)

[httpskuzuu]

Please, Fedya

idk why, but I'm very embarrassed to publish this

Yandere!Fyodor x Reader

English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes.

tw: kidnapping, yandere, mention of: broken bones, abuse, isolation, bad mental health, punishment and escape attempt (nothing explicit really), stockholm syndrome, fyodor is a general tw

Your life with Fyodor had been good, as good as a life with a kidnapper could be, but you would never admit that out loud, it would be too hard a blow to your dignity.

At first everything was hell, Fyodor was the definition of cruel, it took you months to be able to get out of the 4 walls where he locked you up, in complete darkness. It screwed up your eyesight, your sleep and your overall health, physical and mental. He at least fixed those problems, paid for your eye surgery, gave you vitamin D supplements, helped you by fixing your sleep schedule, etc.

It wasn't so bad, except that not all the issues could be fixed, your mental health was horrible, it still is, you doubted he could fix that.

Before you had all that help Fyodor gave you, you had to change your behavior, you were always a fighter and with Fyodor it would be no exception. The turning point of your behavior was the night you tried to escape. He caught you, as punishment he broke both your legs and your fingers, he also left you in complete isolation, you don't know for how long. Since that punishment, you never disobeyed Fyodor again, not intentionally at least.

As time went by, and when he saw that your meek behavior was not a lie, he began to give you more liberties. One of the most important for you was the freedom to go outside, obviously accompanied by Fyodor.

Also, with that freedom to go out, you realized that Fyodor liked to treat you like a doll. Every time he allowed you to go out he was the one who dressed you, you had no voice or vote in that.

On those outings, you realized that the place you were in was Russia, you didn't know specifically which part. Before arriving in Russia, you had never seen snow in person, so it was beautiful the first time.

Today was one of those days that Fyodor allowed you to go out.

He dressed you in warm clothes and took you to a coffee shop. It was nicer than you thought it would be, not only because you went outside, but because your talks with Fyodor were pleasant.

By the time you left the coffee shop, it was getting dark, but you convinced Fyodor to go to a local bookstore and buy some books. It wasn't for you to read it (you didn't understand Russian and Fyodor had never tried to teach you so you couldn't communicate with others), it was for Fyodor to read it to you, it was an activity that, surprisingly, you enjoyed very much. You left the bookstore with a book of poems whose cover caught your attention.

Walking on your way home you heard high-pitched meowing coming from an alley, you stopped your steps and, consequently, to Fyodor, who was holding your hand.

"What is it, милый?"

"I heard meowing." Your gaze did not move from the alley.

You let go of Fyodor's hand and headed down the alley, Fyodor followed you closely until you reached a cardboard box lying on the ground.

You bent down and opened the box to find an orange furred cat, it was about the size of your hand and very thin. You wondered what kind of horrible person had abandoned such a cat.

You petted it and the cat reacted affectionately, rubbing its head against your hand. You laughed at the action and turned your head to see Fyodor standing behind you, still standing. "Please, Fedya, let's keep him."

Fyodor wasn't a big fan of cats, or animals in general, it wasn't that he hated them, but he preferred not to have pets. But there you were, begging him for an abandoned cat, and, well, you were being on excellent behavior, so he needed to give you a reward, right?

"Okay, but you'll be the one to take care of it." You nodded quickly as you grabbed the cat, pulled him against your chest, and covered him up as best you could with your coat.

The two of you walked out of the alley, you were petting the cat's little head as you smiled. Fyodor just looked at you, appreciating how cute you looked when you were happy. He thought that, perhaps, he could do more things to see that smile of yours more often.

[jaembun]

this moment with you.

unstoppable force (opening shift) vs immovable object (sleepy boyfriend mark) ！⠀⸻⠀mark lee x gnr ⠀ fluff est. rs ⠀ wc 1.4k ⠀ now playing . . ☆

생각⠀blonde mark gmfu he’s literally the love of my life

the sound of your phone’s alarm had never been a particularly welcome thing, but that morning the harsh vibrations coming from where it lay face-down against the wood of the bedside table seemed to irritate you more than usual.

a flailing hand of yours reached clumsily up to grab the device, hoping you wouldn’t drop it and risk waking up the boy still currently sleeping behind you, with his arms wrapped snugly around your stomach and a leg lazily tossed over your hip. once it had been successfully stopped you flopped onto your back to stare up at the ceiling, contemplating whether you really wanted to get to your opening shift on time or if you could get away with staying in bed just a little while longer.

the sudden thought of your manager’s condescending questions about where you’d been when you finally turned up, however, was enough to put a sour look on your face and act as the incentive to make you peel back the duvet and gently extract yourself from mark’s arms.

which, as it turned out, was a decision that almost immediately was met with objections from your boyfriend. while you were busying yourself with finding clothes to wear for the day he had seemed to sense the distinct absence of you in his arms (despite the pillow you’d hastily replaced yourself with) and made a whiny noise of displeasure, catching your attention. you couldn’t help but crack a smile at how unaware he still looked of everything, hardly opening his eyes but pouting all the same, face red from the warmth you’d shared, and a mark on his cheek that looked suspiciously like the pattern on the collar of the sweater you’d worn to bed to sleep in (nights were cold in december, after all, and the heating in mark’s apartment could use some work to say the least).

“hey, sleepyhead.” you hummed, taking a few quick moments to debate with yourself over which shirt to wear. “i’m opening, so i gotta run. you’ve got your day off today, though, so why don’t you go back to sleep?”

he only groaned again in answer, and you snickered as you left him to complain into the sheets while you ducked into the en suite bathroom to wash up. when you returned you found that mark had not in fact gone back to sleep, and was instead trying to blink himself awake—the opposite of what you wanted.

“don’t want you t’go.” were his first words of the morning, voice still a touch gravelly from sleep. you tried to hold back your laughter when he only became more indignant as he continued. “i hate your job. for real.”

that made you laugh as you struggled mildly with the fiddly buttons of your shirt, seeing as your job in question was a relatively harmless convenience store gig. “coming from kpop idol mark lee himself? i don’t think i’m as bad as this whenever you’re on tour.”

a blatant lie, but you hoped it would sneak past him in his half-asleep state. you were just as bad whenever he had to leave early (or late—it seemed the idol life didn’t have much consideration for whatever their stars may be doing in the times they called on them) for schedules, and probably worse whenever he was away in different countries performing to millions.

thankfully mark didn’t notice the untruth, only huffing in annoyance before making a motion alike to grabby hands in your direction, beckoning you back over to the bed. “c’mere. please?”

“so clingy,” you teased, running a hand through his blonde hair as you complied to his wishes and sat down to tug some socks on. “what would your work husbands say about this?”

“screw my work husbands.” he mumbled, bleary eyes finally opening fully (albeit slowly) as he took the opportunity to ditch the pillow he’d been reluctantly hugging in place of you and snake his arms around your waist again. his tone melted into the whine it’d been when you’d first left the bed, fingertips curling into the fabric of your shirt and syllables dragging on when he spoke. “why d’you have to go? it’s cold without you, and my bed’s too big for just me.”

“woe is you,” you deadpanned, reaching down to gently pry his palms off of you. but before you let him go completely you pressed a quick kiss against the cold metal of the rings adorning his fingers that he’d forgotten to take off the night prior. a giddy-sounding noise bubbled out of mark at the sensation, and you bit your lip to stop a smile spreading across your face, one that would make you look so obviously in love it be would be embarrassing.

the bed creaked as you stood, and you found your eyes drifting from cabinet to cabinet, the open wardrobe to the (near overflowing) box you crammed all your jewelry into. if there was just one more thing you could add to your look, one more ring to slide onto your fingers or a last minute change change of your shirt, then maybe you could linger a little longer. 

stay with mark a little longer. 

you didn’t know who you were fooling with your nonchalant act, because it certainly wasn’t yourself. you wanted to crawl back into bed with him just as much as he did, wrap your arms around his waist and drink in the warm feeling of his skin and faint smell of his cologne. 

a second glance at your phone told you that wouldn’t be allowed, though, so you turned to say goodbye to the boy currently led right where you’d rather be. it took less than a second to meet his gaze, finding his large brown eyes already staring up at you, cheek squished and held up by one of his palms. 

it tugged at your resolve, a sudden feeling clutching at your heart so fiercely it was all you could do not to melt through the floor. what you did instead was let yourself indulge, leaning down to place a kiss on his lips instead. the curve of his grin pressed against your skin and the warmth of his hands skirting up to hold your arm as you cupped his face was a comfort, the tingling feeling it still gave you even after all the months you’d been together refusing to fade even after you pulled yourself away; far too aware of what you knew would happen if you let yourself get too caught up. 

mark was still looking at you when you straightened up again, like you held the whole world in your eyes, and you poked his cheek in a weak attempt to get him to stop. your heart was going to beat itself out of its chest if he didn’t. when that didn’t work you turned to a verbal reprimanding, although your tone was anything but scolding—instead unbearably fond, mirth dripping through your every word.

“stop looking at me all gooey. i might start to think you like me, or something.”

his lips curved into a pout, the hand supporting his cheek falling back onto the mattress and words coming out muffled as he spoke half-buried in the soft pillow underneath his head.

“i do like you. i love you, actually. and you’re leaving me cold in bed.”

you rolled your eyes at his continued dramatics despite the smile on your face and your own obvious want to stay, avoiding looking back at him in place of shoving things you thought you’d need for the day in your bag because you knew one more pleading look from mark would make you give in. “and you know i love you too. i’ll be back later, baby. then we can laze around all you want, promise.”

“m’holding you to that.”

his words were interrupted by a yawn, and when you’d finally gotten all your things together and stole one last glance at your boyfriend you found him with eyes that were now struggling to stay open again, blinking slowly and remaining closed for longer each time. you huffed a laugh and opened the door with as little noise as possible so not to disturb him from slipping back into slumber, stopping before you stepped through to pull a stupid sappy smile at the sight of the thin streams of sunlight pouring in to paint mark’s sleeping body gold as his chest rose and fell with each breath.

“see you later, yeah?” were your last whispered words before you gently closed the door behind you and left your lover in peace.

you hoped he’d still be right there lazing around in the warmth of the duvet when you came back home, ready for you to collapse onto and fall right back asleep with. the only good thing about leaving at all was knowing you could come back to mark at the end of it.

[cottonlemonade]

Making Up After A Fight

word count: 756 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Oikawa x chubby!Reader

genre: angst with happy ending

warnings: none, just Oikawa being hard on himself and insecure

Oikawa hates fighting as much as you do.

But sometimes it was inevitable. His training schedule had been crazy, the coach had scolded him for putting too much pressure on his bad knee and he was frustrated with himself for delivering, as he thought, disappointing performances on the court lately.

And unfortunately, you were the best girlfriend through all of this. Something he should be happy about, but like many times before it just made him realize that he didn't deserve you.

He couldn't give you the time he wanted. He wished more than anything that you would just tell him how disappointed you were in the relationship and in him, for not being good enough, there enough, doting enough - he hated it. He hated every second, because he knew that when he got to his phone at the end of training, a sweet and loving message would wait for him, saying that you missed him. You would have maybe sent a picture of something cute that reminded you of him during your day or suggested something to do together on his next day off. It was infuriating that you never blamed him for not being the boyfriend he should be.

So it came as no surprise that one night after practice, when he was over at your place, he snapped. He just arrived, took off his shoes and smelled the lovely home cooked meal that was simmering on the stove. You came to greet him, smiling tiredly but genuinely happy to see him and he couldn't take it anymore. He started yelling and gesturing, asking you why you even bothered with him, told you how you weren't right for him, that you made him feel like garbage, turned on his heels, grabbed his shoes and left.

You stood in the doorway of your kitchen, not knowing, not understanding what had just happened but you also knew that he had never yelled at you before. Ever. Sure you'd seen him frustrated and stressed but even then his outbursts were never directed at you. Not like this.

Tears started to fill your eyes. You grabbed your phone, wanting to call him, had already one arm in your jacket to go after him, but decided against it.

The phone in your hand buzzed but it was only a text from your friend asking about your day. You typed a nondescript reply, not wanting them to worry and promised to call tomorrow.

Now only silence filled your apartment. Silence and the taunting smell of an untouched dinner.

You paced a while up and down your living room, throwing tentative glances through your window to see if you could maybe spot him on the dark street below. But nothing.

You started several messages to Tooru but deleted them before hitting send - none of them sounded right.

Not knowing what else to do, you put the now cold dinner into the fridge, took a shower and headed to bed, unable to stop more tears rolling onto the pillow.

You heard the front door unlock at around 1 am, but didn't know if you just imagined it in your half sleep state.

A soft knock came from your bedroom door. You weren’t exactly in the mood to talk, so you stayed quiet. Another soft knock and the door opened slowly. For the longest moment Oikawa just stood in the doorway, looking at your, he assumed, sleeping form.

He sighed, rubbing his eyes and then shrugged off his jacket to sit on the bed. Slowly, carefully, he laid down behind you, moving closer to wrap his arm around your soft waist.

"Are you awake?", he murmured.

You shifted slightly to show him you were.

"I'm really sorry.", he whispered gingerly into the crook of your neck, "You did absolutely nothing wrong, I promise. It's just with the training and my screw ups at the last match and you have been so great about it all and-"

You heard his throat closing up as he nuzzled closer to you, "I really don't know how you put up with it. I'm never around, I never have time to do normal couple stuff, I mess up your sleep schedule and you never complain. I feel horrible."

You finally turn around to face him. "Well, I am mad at you now, if that makes you feel better."

He had to chuckle through his tears and bit his lip, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. "I love you, darling."

You snuggled into his chest and entwined your fingers with his. "I love you, too."

[in1-nutshell]

Ironhold meeting MTMTE Megatron (Longer version)

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Romance, Cybertronain reader

G1/MTMTE

Since they could remember, Ironhold was told that they had exceptional luck.

Ironhold didn’t believe in luck.

They thought that ‘luck’ was a type of way to shift the blame on their own actions. They hated when bots would try and shift their blame onto ‘unexplained’ things. Things happened for a reason and those reasons were based off the bot. If something bad happened, it wasn’t ‘bad luck’, it was the bots fault in the end.

But right now, Ironhold was willing to make an exception to that rule.

For the past month they had been trying to get their schedule aligned with their soon to be (hopefully) Conjunx’s schedule. It had been cycles since they had properly had time together and they really wanted to be with him right now.

They wanted to talk about their day with him, hear his tall tales and horribly cheesy jokes, they just wanted to hold him tight in their arms without fearing the alarm clock would sound off in the few nanoclicks they had in between.

“Yeesh. What crawled up your tailpipe and died?”

Ironhold looked unamused as they passed by Thundercracker with their datapads. They didn’t have the energy to deal with him today. Heck, they didn’t have much energy to deal with most bots today. Grimlock could come ramming through the wall and they wouldn’t even bat an optic.

They just wanted to turn in today’s datapads and move on with the day.

“Ironhold. Recharging well?”

The red visor of the third in command flickered a bit ending the sentence.

“Not too well Soundwave, but I’ll live.”

“You’re not recharging well? How come?”

“I’m fine Thundercracker. The business of me recharging is not anyone’s concern.”

Soundwave crosses his arms at that statement.

“But can’t you like, asks Megatron to take a load off?”

Ironhold vents deeply.

“It’s not about sleep.”

“Correction. About Rumble.”

Ironhold was once again glad that they could not ‘blush’ like humans could. If they did, they might as well look like one of those ‘tomatoes’.  Clearing their intake they spoke.

“What is between Rumble and I—”

“None of your concern. Yeah, not so much Hold. Wait! I bet you two haven’t had any alone time and that’s why you’re angry!”

Maybe Ironhold had underestimated Thundercracker after all, and if he could figure it out Skywarp would find out by the end of the month. Or two. Okay maybe four if they were being honest.

“And if this were true… what would you suggest I do?”

“Are you asking for help?”

“…Yes.”

The Seekers optics widened a bit. He hadn’t expected that they’d actually ask for HIS help. Hopefully he wouldn’t screw it up.

“I mean, if trying to plan around schedules hasn’t worked, then maybe ask for favors or ask Megatron to give you two some time. Maybe say its for, what was the human term ‘sick day’? Do we have those?”

Ironhold ignored that last comment, mainly because they didn’t know either, but did consider asking Megatron if one more revision didn’t work out. Or perhaps the favors, they did have many bots owing them favors… it could work.

“Maybe you’re right Thundercracker. I’ll give it a try.”

They nod at him and begin to go to the door before stopping and turning to Soundwave.

“Do you know where Frenzy and Starscream are?”

…

“I can’t believe we finally have some time together! How long has it been? A millennia?”

“It’s been one month, 10 days, 5 hours, and 30 minutes but who’s counting?”

Turns out asking Frenzy was a lot easier than expected. Maybe it had something to do with Rumble’s constant ‘moaning and whining’ about not having any time with Ironhold. He practically dumped Rumble at their pedes when they asked him to take the shift.

Starscream was a bit trickier to get a hold of.

But no one ever denied some wax on the wings with a sane mind.

So now it was just Ironhold and Rumble walking down the halls of the Nemesis. Ironhold had these plans to go out for a while and they were going to make the best out of it. The nearby drive-in movie theater had the slasher film that Rumble had mentioned maybe seeing and today was the last day they were showing it. If they got there on time, they could also find a nice shady spot to watch from.

“Hello? Earth to Ironhold? Hello? Anybot home?”

Ironhold snapped out of their train of thought and looked down at a slightly amussed Rumble. He was holding their servo. Even after a while of dating, Ironhold still marveled at the size difference between their servo and rumbles. His was practically engulfed in theirs. They squeezed a bit.

“So, what movie do you want to see this time?”

Ironhold made a face pretending to think.

“Hmm… don’t know…”

Rumble gives them a look.

“Aw, c’mon Hold, you always have a movie on your processor. I’m sure you can think of one that doesn’t stink. Unless…”

The minicon slides in front of them giving them a teasing smirk.

“You DO have a movie in mind.”

Ironhold playfully scoffs and continues to walk.

“Excuse you—”

“Yes?”

Ironhold lets out a chuckle before patting his helm.

He swats it playfully before taking the lead again.

“Ironhold we’ve talk about doing that!”

Ironhold gives him a loving smirk.

“Well, My Spark, you were asking for it.”

Rumble stammered a bit before angrily stopping in front of them. It wasn’t actual anger, just a little fit that would fix in a few minutes on its own.

But as it turned out, it would take less time to completely ruin their plans. Especially when a colorful portal came and started dragging everything in that wasn’t nailed to the ground. Like a minicon.

“Hold!”

That was all Rumble needed to say before jumping in after him. Holding onto the ledge of the portal didn’t seem possible, yet they were doing it. One servo holding onto Rumble’s servo while the other was gripping the ledge.

“What is going on over there?!”

Never had Starscream’s shriek given them this much joy. Joy that was short lived when they felt the smaller servo slip out of theirs.

Ironhold didn’t think.

They just let go.

The pink and green swirl soon turned into darkness once their entire frame hit something cold and wet.

…

When Rumble woke up, he half expected to see Ironhold’s disappointed face hearing the clocks alarm. Except he was in their arms… or in their semi shared berth… or in their room… The minicon jumped up, pillars up and ready to plow down the next bot who touched him. And boy were there a lot of Autobots around. There was something strange about them too. The looked… off. He couldn’t exactly say what was wrong, but there was defiantly something new from the bots he was used to. But a familiar looking felicon approached him.

“Ravage? Is that you? Where is Soundwave and the others?”

The felicon raised his optics a bit.

“You’re not Rumble.”

“And you’re not Ravage! You can talk!”

“Of course I can talk! And Rumble is with Soundwave right now.”

“If I may.”

The tall turquoise bot stepped closer to the minicon. His servos tightly around a yellow briefcase.

“This Rumble is not from our universe.”

This was certainly something.

Rumble pointed at the bright yellow suitcase.

“And what’s with the suitcase? You gotta bomb in there?”

A larger figure came through the crowd. This had to be one of the biggest mech on the ship, Rumble was sure of it. There was no mistaking the grey paint job and aura of authority.

“Not a bomb, it does however travel through time.”

Rumble was definitely going to ask about that later, but right now he was taking in the sheer size of this Megatron. Primus did this universe make everyone taller and bigger?!

“Megatron!”

He nods at him and then at the bot.

“I am Brainstorm, the smartest—”

The red bot next to him, that strangely looked like Perceptor (maybe he was?), nudged him on the side. Brainstorm grunted a bit at the hit before clarifying.

“One of the smartest scientists on the Lost Light. I may be the reason why you and your companion are in our universe. You see, I created a machine of sorts in my recharge, still wonder how I did that, and as it turns out it opens to different universes. Now this would be better on a mass scale and—”

The red bot interrupted.

“Brainstorm, the topic.”

“Oh yes, thank you Perceptor. To keep things short, anyone who came through that portal is now in our dimension somewhere on the ship.”

Rumble’s optics widen under his visor. What did this bot mean by ‘universe’? As far as he knew there was only one… or maybe there were more out there. He really needed to stop hanging around Skywarp, as the humans said, his braincells were dying faster with him around. But the last sentence finally registered in his mind.

“Wait you said someone else came through? But who would…”

The realization sends his pillars back and replaced with his servos, now making home on his helm. This made many of the bots around him look surprised if not borderline shocked. The Rumble of this universe would never act out like this. Who or what was this minicon so worried about.

“Oh of course that dumb, selfless, stinkin’, loveable scrap for brains would jump in after me! Primus that dumb bot is going to be the death of me!”

Did… did Rumble have a Conjunx? Maybe Amica? Nah, that was not how Rumble was…

Right?

“Loveable?”

Rumble looked up at Megatron.

“Ironhold jumped in after me!”

“Who is Ironhold?”

The minicon stopped in his tracks and stared in disbelief at the war lord.

“What do you mean—Ironhold! Hold! My Hold! Ringing any bells up there?”

Another red bot steps forward.

“I don’t think anyone’s heard that name before. Maybe they are exclusive to your universe only?”

Megatron and Perceptor give him a surprised look.

The red bot looked slightly offended.

“Hey, I’ve watched these kind of things during movie night. I know some things.”

Megatron clears his intake.

“Thank you for your insight Rodimus, and he is right Rumble. No one we know goes by that designation.”

Rumble sees the flash of red on his chassis.

An Autobot insignia.

…

“Megatron… what is that Autobot badge doing on yer’ chassis…?”

Megatron instinctively touches the insignia and looks slightly ashamed.

The red bot, Rodimus, answered his question.

“The war’s over. Megatron here surrendered.”

“…”

“Rumble—”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SURRENDERED?!”

Megatron and most bots winced at the sudden yelling.

The Ex-war lord looked at him.

“It means I surrendered. I am not going into more details.”

Rumble almost sneered at the autoboot badge on his chassis.

“No wonder you lost the war. Ironhold wouldn’t have given up so easily.”

Megatron just vented tiredly. Rodimus, having a bit of pity for his fellow Co-Captain. He smiles a bit at Rumble.

“Listen, we’ll find Ironhold. Might be a bit difficult looking for a minicon—”

“They aren’t a minicon.”

Rodimus looks at him.

“They aren’t?”

“No. Why did you think they were?”

“I just assumed they were another cassette on the team.”

Rumble huffed.

“They aren’t a mini and you aren’t going to find them either.”

Rodimus huffed a bit at the comment.

“And pray tell why?”

Rumble gives him a smirk.

“They don’t do that whole ‘getting found’ thing. They find you. The only reason you’re gonna find them is if they want you to find them. And believe me pal, it takes a lot to get them to—”

The doors swing open revealing a red minibot with a blue visor.

“Something just came out of the oil reserves like the Creature of the Black Lagoon and is shooting everything!”

“That’s Ironhold for ya.”

The chattering stopped at the sudden thud sounds coming from above.

A large pede kicked the opening lid and a rather large bot dripping with oil and two large blasters aimed at the group. Their optics shift and scanning each bot until they spot Rumble. The bots could see the brief flash of relief in their optics.

“Rumble?”

“Ironhold!”

The larger bot clicked their blasters at the group.

“I swear to the Allspark, if you don’t hand him over, there will be no medic alive who would put you back together—Megatron? Ravage?”

They lowered their blasters a bit.

“What is going—”

The red Autobot badge catches their optic.

“…on? Primus, did I hit my helm. What is this?!”

Rumble just races up to them and jumps. Ironhold expertly catches him with one arm while the others still had the blaster in servo. Rumble hugged them best he could, he swore he felt a shudder coming from their frame. The minicon took both his servos and grabbed their faces making them look at him.

“Listen Hold, just put down the blasters and they’ll explain things.”

Ironhold gripped the blasters a bit tighter.

“Hold…”

The larger bot slowly put down their weapons but still held Rumble in one arm. They glared at the ex-war lord.

“Explain. Now.”

…

This was definitely a new for them both.

Ironhold had never really considered there being another universe or universes out there. But this ship, this crew proved them wrong. To hear that this universes war was over was… strange. There had always been a war, without fighting what were they going to do? They looked down at Rumble, who was rambling to ravage about something and something clicked.

The reason why they fought.

A better future for them and all Cybertronains to live equally.

For them to have a life with Rumble.

To live in peace.

“Its going to take some time, but we should have a way to get you two back home.”

“Thank you Brainstorm.”

Rodimus walked up to them and Rumble.

“As long as you two are here, you are honorary members of the Lost Light! I don’t know if you caught the name, but I’m Rodimus Prime. Co-Captain of the Lost Light.”

Ironhold and Rumble’s optics went wide.

“What happened to Optimus?”

“Co-Captain isn’t a rank.”

Rodimus waved his servo off handedly.

“Long story short, Optimus was dead, I became a Prime, Megs here shot me in the chassis, Optimus came back and I’m still here.”

Ironhold looked like they were going to slap someone.

“And Megatron is our other Co-Captain.”

“Whose bright idea was this? Skywarp? Nah couldn’t be him. That’s like saying Starscream is the Ruler of Cybertron.”

Ironhold chuckled a bit at Rumble’s joke.

“How do you know that?”

Both Cons looked at Megatron in disbelief.

“…Say sike right now…”

“Rumble—”

“Say sike right now!”

“Starscream?! Why? Who? What…?”

The red and white sword mech behind Rodimus chuckled.

“That’s another long story.”

Rumble pouted a bit.

“Is there anywhere on this ship were we can get some rations? Bots starving here.”

The red and white minibot, Swerve cracked a wide smile.

“We got something better, we gotta bar!”

“A bar?!”

…

Even after a couple of days on the ship, Rumble couldn’t remember having so much energon and not having to be told to save it for later. He is seriously considering moving to this new universe with Soundwave and Ironhold. The pair still hadn’t even met half of the ship, but that was probably for the vest. Speaking of which, Ironhold was taking in the engex slowly, like they did back home. Always savoring it and keeping it in as long as possible to make it last.

The tall purple bot, which Rumble was sure was a con at first glance, placed a servo on their shoulder.

“We are no longer at war. There is enough for everyone here.”

“… old habits die hard…”

“I understand.”

Ironhold smiled a bit.

“And you are?”

“I am Cyclonus—”

“And I’m Tailgate!”

The three of them nearly had whiplash when the white and blue minibot popped out of nowhere and began spitting out questions almost as fast as Swerve had been doing when they first stepped foot in the bar. Rumble still doesn’t know how Ironhold didn’t sock him in the mouth.

“—and then I woke up here in the med bay with Whirl, he’s that bot over there,let me introduce you to him! Whirl! Hey Whirl!”

A turquoise empurata bot walked up to the bar were the group was.

“What is it Panic Button?”

Tailgate didn’t seem to be bothered by the nickname.

“Have you met the honorary members yet?”

“You mean the ones that will be out of our helm in a few hours from now? I heard Brianstorm saying something about the finishing touches on the portal gun.”

Ironhold smiled and turned to the bot.

“Really? Is it true?”

Whirl snapped his claws.

“Are you and Rumble Junxies?”

He knew the tone was a teasing one, he knew that it was a code for yes…

But that didn’t stop the warm feeling in his chassis from blooming.

“Whirl, Rumble and I aren’t Conjunx Endura.”

Whirl looked at the taller bot with a squint in his optic.

“Amica?”

“No.”

“… Will you be though or…”

Ironhold sighs a bit.

“We haven’t done that yet.”

“Unless you want to.”

The words spilled out so quickly Rumble had to take a few seconds to realize what he said.

He said he wanted to be bonded to Ironhold.

In public.

Millions of what ifs and scenarios, both good and bad bloomed. If he couldn’t even keep his helm straight, why would he even attempt to bond with them?

“Cause if you’re free… I can show you how we do things in this universe~”

Whirl’s claw found its way near Ironhold’s servo.

Sod it.

“GET YOUR FILTHY CLAWS OFF THEM! THEY ARE MY FUTURE CONJUNX AND—”

“Really?”

Ironhold held a look of… hope and love.

Yes, this was definitely the right decision.

“Ye-yeah, if you’d have me?”

What came out next was something that Rumble would never think would happen to him in real life.

One, Ironhold picking him up and spinning around in a bar.

Two, squealing ‘YES!’ over and over again.

And Three, Megatron in the background once again frozen in place while the phrase ‘You are the father!’ played in the background.

Suddenly a familiar looking portal appeared on the bar’s floor.

Brainstorm running in.

“Fixed it!”

Ironhold pulled him closer giving him a smile.

“Time for us to head home?”

He smiled back.

“Yeah! Let’s blow this pop stand! Later losers!”

Together they waved goodbye to their new friends and jumped into the portal.

…

“What do you mean they fell through the floor?!”

“It means, THEY FELL THROUGH THE FLOOR!”

Soundwave sighed for the 300th time this hour.

The search for Rumble and Ironhold had yet again reached a dead end, and at this point Soundwave was considering talking to the Autobot’s to help widen the search.

“Starscream nothing that you just said made sense!”

“But it’s true Megatron!”

The Second in Command stomped the floor.

“Right here! Right here is where they just vanished—”

POP!

Rumble and Ironhold fell through the portal and landed on a screaming Starscream.

Megatron and Soundwave helped the two up.

Rumble suddenly stood up and jumped up.

“THEY SAID YES!”

“Rumble: Location. Explanation.”

“Later Boss! I gotta a Conjunx ceremony to plan with Hold!”

Megatron froze in place, something many Megatron’s seemed to have.

“Wha—”

“You’re right! We need to make sure the location is set.”

“And don’t forget the placements!”

The pair eagerly walked back to their habsuite leaving the three mech’s dumbfounded.

“What.”

“The…”

“BEEEEEPPPPPPP!”

“Soundwave! My audials!”

“Quiet Starscream!”

[miniherodesktales]

A one-shot about Lister's first night on the Dwarf

Sleep:

When Lister had been assigned to the Dwarf he had been rough sleeping in a storage container while scraping a living as a cab driver - frankly, anything was a step up from that. The Dwarf may have had a reputation for being a creaky old, comfortless rust bucket but it was safer than being on the street.

And, yet, he hadn't anticipated how "small" space could feel once you were stuck onboard a ship that wasn't scheduled to dock on Titan for another six months. There was no getting off the ride until the ride had come to a complete stop.

Somewhere in the decks below them, an alarm blared. Lister flinched, just as he had done at the buzzing sound of a scutter rolling past the bunk room door, the clang of a door shutting, the beep beep of the elevator at the end of the corridor...He clutched at his duvet a little tighter. This was madness. Pure madness, what he was thinking? How was anyone supposed to sleep like this? He rolled over, shutting his eyes tightly. Even the darkness felt suffocating.

Six months, six months, just another six months to go before he would see a blue sky again, feel a fresh breeze, only six little months...

Lister couldn't stand it any longer. He lent out of his bunk and stared up at the one above his.

'Rimmer,' he hissed. 'You awake?'

There was no reply from his bunkmate and supervisor, but Lister could hear the gentle rhythm of his breathing.

Lister swallowed, hesitating. He was sure that Rimmer was mad on some level: his eyes often had a manic look and he was always bouncing his right leg up and down. He was petty, small minded and forever starting arguments wherever he went, but right now he was only company that Lister had.

So....'Rimmer! Rimmer, wake up!'

Rimmer bolted upright.

'Wha - argh!' He had just slammed his head on the ceiling. 'Lights, lights!' He slipped down to the floor and began inspecting his forehead in the mirror for signs of injury. 'What is it, Lister?' he snapped.

'I can't sleep,' Lister said quietly.

Rimmer turned on him.

'What? You woke me up at 3am and gave me a concussion just to tell me that you can't sleep? Is this a joke?'

'No,' Lister gulped. 'It's this place...it's so cold in here...and we're stuck in space where no one can you scream and everything is grey and cramped and noisy and smells and the walls are closing in! The walls, Rimmer!'

Rimmer looked alarmed. He held up his hands hopelessly and then began waving them at Lister, like he could waft away Lister's panic.

'It's OK,' he said. 'Just -just look out the window!'

Lister shut his eyes again and shook his head.

'No good,' he muttered. 'I just want out this spaceship...'

Rimmer folded his arms, looking incredulously. 'You signed up to the Space Corp...and you can't cope with being on a spaceship? You may have a made a poor career move, Lister.'

'I didn't know I was claustrophobic.'

'Really? I'd have thought agoraphobic the more accurate label. After all we have plenty of room in here and oxygen. You, my friend, are scared of being in a situation you can't escape.'

'Whatever!' Lister shouted. 'Just help me take my mind off things - please!'

'How?'

'I don't know...talk to me, play a game...how about the Shopping List game?'

Rimmer sat on the bunk next to him, his face screwed up in undisguised disgust and leg bouncing nervously.

Eventually his face cleared and he said 'Just take it easy. No one sleeps on their first night. I didn't.' It was the first kind thing he had ever said to Lister. 'Just think of it being like...like it's your first night at boarding school.'

'I didn't go to boarding school.'

'Oh. How old are you anyway?'

'22. I've got nowhere else better to be.'

Lister felt Rimmer staring at him, but avoided looking into those mad, brown eyes.

'Oh,' Rimmer said quietly.

'Oh' just about summed up Lister's life up.

'Why is it so cold?' he demanded, pulling the standard issue JMC duvet around his shoulders a little more tightly.

Rimmer shrugged. 'Whacked out old heating system competing with the whacked out cooling system. No one wants the engines to overheat so it's better to keep them cool than to worry about our comfort. It's always a bit nippy in here. But, not to worry, Lister, you're talking to a boarding school veteran and a gentlemen who was sent out into the world aged 16. Rule 1: always know where your blanket and ear plugs are.'

'Shouldn't that be two rules?

'Shut up.'

Rimmer bounded across the room to Lister's locker and began rifling through it.

'What are you looking for?'

'Your winter blanket. Ear plugs.'

'I don't have those things, man.'

Rimmer turned to give him an appalled look.

'This -' he pointed back at the locker. 'This is all you have? It's just rags.'

'That and my guitar,' Lister muttered as he flopped back on his mattress.

'Oh,' said Rimmer again. He hesitated before going to his own well-stocked locker. He pulled out an old, tatty brown blanket with Titan Hospital printed on it. 'Here,' he said nobly, throwing it at Lister. 'I won't want it back.'

'Oh, cheers. man. Why'd you have it?'

Rimmer suddenly looked embarrassed. He shrugged, hugging his arms around his body tightly.

'C'mon!' Lister pleaded. 'Look at me, I'm the on the edge! Talk to me!'

Rimmer shrugged.

'Someone was nice to me,' he said weakly, his face red.

'What? What you talking about?

'I was like you when I first joined,' Rimmer said thickly. 'Well, actually, I was bit younger than 16...I had permission to sign up early...so I did...'

Lister sat up. 'What ,your parents let you join the space corp while you were underage?'

'Hmmm, anyway, I was on my own, didn't have much with me...I fell asleep on the Starbug at the end of a long shift and the woman next to me was the first aider. She'd been a nurse back home. Anyway, she looked out for me, wrapped me in that blanket until we got back to the Solar Flare. Made sure I had everything I needed to survive my first tour. She was the motherly type, you know? In her 40s, had teenage kids somewhere. Always fussed over the newbies, especially me. I hated her.'

'Hated her? But she was nice to you!'

'I know. I never said thank you.'

Rimmer was staring blankly into the past.

He suddenly twitched. 'I'm going back to bed,' he said thickly. 'Take the top bunk.'

'What?'

'I don't want to bang my head again.'

'You said the bottom bunk was too near the toilet.'

'It is, it's disgusting. Wake me up again and I'll throw you out the airlock.'

Lister mocked saluted him. 'Yes, Mr Rimmer, sir.'

He tried to settle, but he couldn't get back to sleep even with the blanket. It did help that the top bunk was a little roomier.

[vickyvicarious]

His attitude to me was the same as that to the attendant; in his sublime self-feeling the difference between myself and attendant seemed to him as nothing. It looks like religious mania, and he will soon think that he himself is God. These infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent Being. How these madmen give themselves away! The real God taketh heed lest a sparrow fall; but the God created from human vanity sees no difference between an eagle and a sparrow. Oh, if men only knew!

Seward: Renfield actually dares to treat me the same as he did the attendant. Who does he think he is, God?

Seward: ....he totally is going to think he's God any minute now. There's no other explanation. After all, sure, the real God cares about sparrows but hello, I'm an eagle. Not all birds are the same to just dismiss like this.

"I am here to do Your bidding, Master. I am Your slave, and You will reward me, for I shall be faithful. I have worshipped You long and afar off. Now that You are near, I await Your commands, and You will not pass me by, will You, dear Master, in Your distribution of good things?" He is a selfish old beggar anyhow. He thinks of the loaves and fishes even when he believes he is in a Real Presence. His manias make a startling combination.

Seward: Hmph! I always knew he was selfish and just wanted things out of people. Even when he thinks he's next to God, he just tries to get things from people. What, are the spiders I give him not enough anymore?

...I joke but seriously. His feelings are hurt and he's lashing out. And also, look at how quick he's jumping to conclusions in doing so. He immediately assumes Renfield is going to think himself God. Later, when that seems proven false by Renfield appealing to some kind of higher presence at the chapel door, Seward doesn't remark on that at all. Instead, he grumbles about his behavior in a very put-out way. He started the entry trying to engage Renfield on the subject of his pets (which Seward generously allows him to keep, some of which Renfield has previously wheedled and pleaded to get from him with lots of deference) and is shut down, so his complaints on this line in particular definitely feel like they're stemming from a sense of rejection. And of course, Renfield running away is a pretty clear 'rejection' also.

It doesn't feel like a coincidence that this entry also includes these lines:

I am weary to-night and low in spirits. I cannot but think of Lucy, and how different things might have been.

Seward is lonely, and in the past he's sought to distract himself from that in work. He's sought social fulfillment of a sort with Renfield. When Renfield rejects him, he sinks into a depressed mood and has to make a very deliberate effort to resist self-medicating. His sleep schedule is all screwed up. And his reason for not indulging isn't even so much out of wanting to be more healthy himself than it is due to this pedestal he's put Lucy on. He doesn't want to associate her with the drugs he wants to take, and since he's been unable to stop thinking about her after this new rejection, he chooses not to take it.

He's a mess.

[hanta-seros-wifey]

lacrosse and cheer- hanta sero x f!reader

summary: in a quirkless AU, hanta sero and our dear reader find themselves in a fake relationship to ward off exes (toru hagakure & juzo honenuki). maybe they’ll fall in love?

authors note: okay this has been BREWING for the past couple of weeks and i’ve finalized the plot and everything. weekly updates, our lovely class 1A will be aged up to 3rd years, class 1B appreciation alright, reader is part of the dekusquad.

additional authors note: CHAPTER 6 OUT EARLY YAY ENJOY LOVELIES

chapter 6: important assemblies, conversations & halloween

OCTOBER

you sat in the gym as principal nezu talked to the school. the importance of bullying. you shrunk in your seat next to shoto as you knew this was organized only for you. “we ask that if you have the video wipe it off entirely, we will be checking cellular devices” mr. aizawa’s voice boomed throughout the gym, still angry.

you leaned your head on shoto as you sat there, arms crossed. “i want to go back to my dorm” you muttered and shoto leaned his head against yours. “me too” he muttered and you sighed. hanta sat in the row above you and was staring at yours and shoto’s heads.

he sighed and leaned his chin on his hand. he’s been beating himself up about this. its all his fault. he sits at night listening to music in his dorm as he thinks of a way to fix this. whereas you on the other hand, dumped everything into a box and threw it out the next morning.

you had walked by the dumpster later on that day and saw the box was gone. you thought it might’ve been hanta grabbing it to get his belongings back. you dont know it but juzo grabbed it with the help of itsuka, tetsutetsu, neito, and yosetsu.

it sits in his dorm room untouched, waiting for the day you might want to reconcile with hanta. juzo has never seen you this happy. he wants that back for you. he looked over at you as you sat not that far from him and he frowned.

2 weeks had gone by since your “break up” with hanta and he can tell how exhausted and drained you are. you havent eaten, your sleeping schedule is fucked up, and your grades started slipping. he’s worried. everyone is.

principal nezu dismissed the school and you got up. you held shoto’s hand by instinct and walked out of the gym with him. “im so tired” you yawned and shoto looked down at you. “nap time?” he asks and you nod eagerly.

you entered the dormitory complex and mr. aizawa stopped everyone. “line up its time to check cellular devices” he grumbled out as everyone stood in the line. you pulled yours out and unlocked it, waiting for your turn.

you handed him yours and he gave you the all clear without even looking at it. shoto was cleared and you stood off to the side because you know this composed of a big lecture.

you talked with shoto quietly as yuga, ochaco, izuku, tenya, and momo joined you two shortly. you heard a smash and looked over to the line. mr. aizawa had shattered minoru’s phone. you stifled a laugh as mr. aizawa pulled out a new one for him.

“new phone number and everything thank you” he ushered minoru along and you hid your face in shoto’s chest out of embarrassment and to cover your laughs. shoto wrapped an arm around you when he saw hanta staring.

“now then” mr. aizawa said and you all turned to look at him. shoto stood behind you as you sat on a chair and wrapped his arms around you. “lewd actions are strictly prohibited in the dorms. you guys give me so much trouble, but to be quite frank i’ll miss this” you were staring at the floor and immediately looked up upon hearing that.

“you graduate in 7 months please no more screw ups for the rest of the year i beg of you” he says rubbing a hand down his face. “go on i have to grade papers” he said turning around and heading to his room. you yawned and looked at shoto. “nap time?” he says and you nod getting up and dragging him with you.

“the first lacrosse game of the season is next friday are we going?” shoto asked you and you stopped to give him a look. “remember who is on that team” you said and he thought for a minute. “so?” he says and you move to unlock your dorm, shoto following you.

“you’ll be there this friday for the first basketball game right?” he asks you and you nod. you were cheering anyway you had to go. “i’ll be cheering you on” you smiled lazily up at him. he smiled at you and you koved to change into comfortable clothes.

you go to remove your shirt and shoto stops you. “in front of me?” he asks covering his eyes and you shrugged. “you already saw it anyway” you said and he slowly uncovers his eyes to see that you put on a green tank top with matching sweatpants.

“uhm sho?” you start and he turns around to look at you. “so the day i got into the fight with tsu and toru” you started sitting down and motioned for him to follow you. “uh huh” he says confused where this was going.

“denki had told me he found out you like me?” you said to him and looked up to see his face. “yes” is all he said and you waited for him to elaborate on that. “i do like you a lot as a friend. denki must’ve heard wrong i said you were very attractive” he admits and you stare down at your bed.

“i know youre in love with hanta tho so its okay” he says and you look up to see him. “well hanta and i arent together anymore are we? we never were to begin with i can do what i want now” you said giving him a smile. he smiled back at you. “do you want to talk about that actually?” he asks you and you look at your bed again, avoiding his eyes.

“i mean what is there to talk about” you said sighing and taking a shaky breath. “i dont plan on forgiving him” you shook your head no. “i may love him but it’ll pass. what he did was unforgivable” you said looking at shoto.

“i couldnt really grasp what he did and i wanted to give you time to explain, what was it exactly that made you break up with him?” he asked you and moved to lay your head in his lap, his hands immediately going to your hair.

“around a month ago we had a conversation about sex and stuff” you started and shoto nodded. “i had asked him if he’s ever done it. he said yes but that it wasnt with toru, it was with a girl from class d” you continued and shoto listened intently.

“toru later revealed that it was her he lost it to, he lied to me and for what sho?” you said looking at him and he nodded. you both stayed quiet and stared at each other. “sho have you ever been kissed?” you ask him and he nods.

“remember momo our first year” he said and you remember spin the bottle. “oh yea” you nodded remembering. you stare at each other again and he leans down. you tilt your head upwards to catch his lips and shoto conencts both of your lips. you cup shoto’s face with one hand and grip his arm with your other.

the kiss is slow, you savor each other. you hum into the kiss and smile. he smiles back and he pulls away. he leans back in for more and his hand goes on your hip caressing it. you pull him down and run your hands through his half and half hair. shoto groans into the kiss and you pull him closer to you if thats even possible.

“sho?” you whine as shoto moves to kiss down your neck. he hums indicating he heard you and is awaiting your answer. you move to look at his face. “can you help me forget?” you ask and he stares at you. he nods his head and says “help me forget too” and you grab his biceps and pull him in again. his hands start to roam and feel all around your body.

in this moment you felt safe.

with shoto you felt happy and safe.

you trust him more than anything.

for today, you both forget everything thats happened within the last two weeks.

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you walked out of the dormitory complex to go meet with your class b friends. juzo texted you to come by to hang out. “OUR GIRL!” tetsutetsu yelled and scooped you up into a hug. “let her go man” yosetsu said and tetsutetsu put you down. they gave you all hugs and ushered you into the class b dormitory.

you sat on the couch and talked with them. “we called you here for something important” itsuka said and it suddenly went serious. “what is it?” you said playing with your hands as you sat on the couch criss crossed.

“well we want to know how youre holding up” yosetsu said and you smiled. “im okay guys i promise” you said and looked down at your hands. “hey whats that on your neck?” nieto said looking closely. you played it off “its the one hanta gave me” you said covering it with your hair.

“no dude it looks recent, hanta was 2 weeks ago it would’ve faded by now” nieto said moving your hair and grabbing you to inspect the mark on your neck. fuck shoto, you thought. you groan and push nieto away. “okay guys dont think of me as” you said pausing to find the right word.

“a slut” nieto said smirking and you squint your eyes at him. “it was shoto” you mutter and everyone starts talking over each other. you cover your face as they bombard you with questions. “it was just a steamy makeout session nothing else happened” you said which was a lie. you and shoto did the deed but you couldn’t tell them that.

“so what just fuck hanta then?!” juzo said clearly somewhat bothered. juzo got up and went to his dorm. you looked at the others confused and he came back with a box. the box you had thrown out. he placed it in front of you.

“im your best friend” he starts and takes a seat in front of you. you stare at the box and see everything you tossed in there. his hoodies, the notes he had written you, everything. your eyes glossed over with tears. “i have never seen you this happy y/n, i truly mean it” he says taking your hands and holding them.

juzo looks at the others and then looks at you. “i know it was fake in the beginning, but gradually overtime it became real between the two of you” the others gasped. “i understand what he did and i will say its probably unforgivable, but i say give him another chance” he says and you look at him wiping your tears.

“let me give it some time” you whisper and juzo pulls you into a hug. you sob into his shoulder and he rubs your back. “you know i love you right?” he says to you and you nod your head. he kisses your head and pulls you in closer. you pull away and look at the box.

“we can help you take it over to your dorm or if you think you need more time with the box it can stay in my dorm” juzo says and you look at him. “can it stay in your dorm for a bit longer?” you ask and he nods his head.

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HALLOWEEN

"how do i look!" you said spinning around in front of your friends, shoto standing next to you. "it's adorable" ochaco and momo gushed. "a rat and a chef" tenya said inspecting the costume. "linguini and remy" you corrected and he nods his head finally catching on. "so a couples costume huh?" momo smirked and you both shake your eads no.

"were a group of six, you guys are couples, why not complete the six of us and have me and sho do a costume together" you said and izuku nodded. "great thinking guys!" he said and you high fived him.

"party time!!" ochaco said grabbing izuku's hand and dragging him down the stairs. "where is this party again?" tenya asks as momo dragged him along too. "class b dorms duh" you said as you and shoto walked down the stairs together.

"AWWW YOU ALL LOOK SO CUTE" mina shrieked from her spot on the couch. you noticed hanta was sitting there and you turn your head away to not look at his eyes. shoto looked down at you and smiled. "aww couples costumes" mina gushed looking at you and shoto. you shook your head no and so did shoto. "were going as friends" you said smiling.

"yea as friends who fucked" mina muttered only for the two of you to hear. your face went white and mina laughed. "im only joking dont take it too seriously!" she said walking away and back to eijiro. you and shoto looked at each other and only nodded at each other.

“anyways we all ready to go?” mina said standing next to eijiro excitedly. “you guys can go im not feeling it” hanta said getting up and starting to walk towards his dorm. you watched him as katsuki stopped him and yelled at him.

“turn your ass around were going!” he said turning hanta around and pushing him to get him moving outside. “pictures!!” mina shrieked and you all followed her outside. she helped izuku, ochaco, tenya, and momo take their pictures.

“Y/N AND SHOTO!” she said giggling as you and shoto stood next to each other. he wrapped an arm around your waist and you leaned into him smiling so big. “this height difference is adorable” she said snapping more pictures.

“okay get on his shoudlers” she said and you froze. “oh cmon now its just for the photo” she said waving it off and shoto bent down for you to get onto his shoulders. he slowly stood up holding onto your thighs and you gripped his forearms.

“careful sho” you smiled and he stood up to his full height. “wow i can see everything from here” you joked and shoto looked up at you and laughed. “do the iconic picture” mina ushered the two of you. you grabbed two pieces of shoto’s hair and smiled at the camera.

“AWW SO ADORABLE” she squealed showing eijiro. “okay im gonna throw you someone catch her” shoto called out and as everyone argued on who was going to catch you, shoto threw you backwards and you felt a pair of strong arms catch you.

“sho dont do that!” you shrieked and looked up to see hanta’s arms caught you. you look up to meet his face and he smiles at you. you quickly got off and straightened out your outfit. “thank you” you muttered quickly and walked away.

“wait before we go i almost forgot!” mina exclaimed and ran back in. you all stood outside and waited as she came out with a small box. she stood in front of you and encouraged you to open it. everyone gathered around to see. you opened it and started laughing.

“ta-da!” she said and katsuki started laughing. she got you a cake that says virgin and its crossed out indicating you arent one anymore. everyone giggled and you laughed too. “who wants a slice?” you giggled holding it up.

“thanks mina” you smiled at her and gave her a side hug. “welcome to the club” she winked and you laughed. hanta stood there only looking at the cake unamused. “oh come on you wanna laugh” denki said poking his cheek and hanta slapped it away.

“hey lighten up man” eijiro said nudging hanta. he only scoffed and looked away. “okay guys lets go in” izuku said nervously and ushered you all in. you went back to the dorms to put the cake away in the fridge.

you turn around to find hanta and you froze. you both stare at each other and tears well up in your eyes. he opens his mouth to say something and you beat him to it. “hanta not tonight please” you sigh and wipe the tear away that falls.

“lets just have fun tonight okay?” you said and he nods. he slaps his hand softly onto the counter and starts to walk away. “yea lets have fun” he mutters and he walks out, you trailing behind him.

you both walk into the class b dorms and immediately head separate ways. you find your group and smile at them. shoto hands you a drink and you accept it. things werent awkward between you and shoto and you were grateful for that.

you both agreed it was one night and one night only. “LETS GO DANCE!!” tetsutetsu said as he appeared out of nowhere and scooped you up running with you as yosetsu, neito, itsuka, and juzo followed you guys.

you giggled and waved at them as tetsutetsu reached the dance floor and put you down. he wrapped his arms around you as he swung you around. the dancing was more of him carrying you and dragging you around, your feet werent touching the floor at all.

yosetsu and itsuka danced together as juzo and nieto danced off to the side. “tetsu!” you giggled as you grabbed onto him for dear life. “this is fun!” he said still swinging you around to the rhythm of the music.

“is he drunk?” you managed to ask juzo and you saw he nodded his head. tetsutetsu suddenly put you down and he grabbed you and put you on his shoulders. “hey a warning would be nice” you laughed as you put your hands in his hair.

“alright simmer down hand her over” juzo said reaching out towards you. you grabbed his hands as he pulls you off of tetsu’s shoulders. he turns around to leave and sees yui pulling her into a dance immediately.

“you okay?” juzo asked and you nod giggling. “he’s just a little drunk” you shrug and smile up at him. “okay its giving rat” he says inspecting your costume. “im remy from ratatouille” you said crossing your arms across your chest. “saw that shoto’s the chef” he pointed in the direction of shoto.

“you two are a thing now?” he asks and you shook your head no. “no juzo just friends” you smile up at him. his face turns serious for a second. “can we uh have an important talk tomorrow?” he asks you and you nod your head yes.

“love ya juz” you said giving him a hug and starting to walk away. “love ya back!” he calls out and you smile disappearing to find mina and yuga. you bump into someone and apologize. you look up to see hanta and you smile quickly moving away.

he grabs your arm to stop you. “we need to talk” he pleads and you look at his hand wrapped around your arm. “hanta another night please” you said and gently get out of his grasp. you make a beeline for mina and yuga and smile when you join them.

you chug the drink shoto gave you earlier and pull the both of them out to dance. “wheres the chef” mina says chuckling as you pull her. “somewhere around here” you giggle and start spinning each other around.

katsuki and eijiro join you three and katsuki hands you a drink. “thanks kats” you smile up at him. he throws an arm around you as you all dance in a little circle.

you heard an altercation going on behind you and everyone around you pauses. you turn around to watch and its hanta and juzo. your eyes widened. not like us starts playing and you watched from afar. you couldnt understand what was being said between the two of them. juzo looked to be walking away and hanta grabbed him and punched him in the face.

everyone started cheering as the boys fought and you covered your ears. shoto tried intervening but hanta managed to punch him. katsuki scoffed and between he, eijiro, and denki they were able to calm the boys down.

“both of you need to steer clear from her” hanta said and he pointed at you. you walked closer and grabbed him the collar of his shirt. “lets get out of here troublemaker youre clearly a bit tipsy” you said rolling your eyes and dragging him out.

“WALK HIM LIKE A DOG Y/N!” tetsutetsu yelled and everyone started laughing. you let him go once you were both far away from the class b dorms. “what is your problem hanta?” you said crossing your arms against your chest and looking up at him. his eyes filled with tears as he kissed his teeth and looked at the ground.

“i miss you” he said with a shaky voice as you saw his tears fall. he sucks in a breath and looks at you. “i fucked up. its all my fault. i sit up at night thinking this situation over and over again and im sorry” he said as he bends down slightly to look you in the eyes.

“when i suggested the whole fake dating i did it because i was already so infatuated with you. i figured this was the way to do it, to finally somehow tell you i’ve been yearning for you since we were first years” he continues as a sob left his mouth.

“i love you so much and everyday i wake up regretting my choice these past two years. i’ve always wanted you and only you. that day i was telling the truth, toru wasnt my first i never did anything like that at all with her” he said as he looked at you.

tears welled up in your own eyes. “i know you slept with shoto and its okay you are able to do what you want, but please forgive me. im standing right in front of you begging you for your forgiveness” he got closer and you looked at the ground.

“i need more time hanta” you said looking up at him and he only nods. “what happened was very fucked up” you muttered and he nods. you start sobbing just thinking back on the fact that the whole school saw you in your raw form.

he pulls you in hesitantly and you clutch onto his shirt. he shushes you gently and strokes your hair. you calmed down and you looked up at him. you wiped your tears and smiled at him. “wanna go eat my cake together?” you asked giggling. he smiles at you and nods his head muttering a sure.

you both walk back to the class a dorms to go eat your special cake that mina made for you.

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I Wanna Be Yours (Joseph x Reader)

@josephs-quinns

Author's Note: I did not heavily proof read this as I am posting this before work. This will be 2-4 parts not sure yet. Very cliche' but super cute. So far, no major warnings except maybe some lust. So I will keep the rating adult because it will change. Also, I am not from England so please forgive me if anything is not accurate.

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Once again, thank you to @josephs-quinns for the header. 🥺

It was a crazy idea when your friends had first mentioned it. A trip to London in the United Kingdom. You had never been outside of the United States. Now, you found yourself in a completely different country going on a morning coffee run. The time change had really kicked your ass, jet lag beginning to take its toll on you. London was six hours ahead of you, really screwing up your sleep schedule. It took your friends forever to get you out of bed and motivated just enough to get coffee. You somehow managed to put some make up on and look halfway presentable. It would take you at least a day to get adjusted.

Nerves took precedent over you as you opened the door to the coffee shop, the aroma of fresh, hot coffee hitting your nose. Just the smell alone was causing you to perk up slightly. Even though the people in the UK spoke English, you were nervous about your accent. You knew you’d stick out like a sore thumb. 

“What can I get you?”, the barista asked, her English accent very apparent.

“Um, just a venti iced coffee please?”

“Of course.”

She turned to help start preparing your order. Your eyes couldn’t help but look around the quiet coffee shop. Maybe you were just late to the party. Perhaps most British people were early risers unlike you. Your friends could be seen outside, sitting on the bench and waiting for you. There were very few people inside the coffee shop except for you, making small chatter. You weren’t paying attention to the counter when your drink was ready, the sound of the barista’s voice getting your attention. You smiled slightly, thanking her before turning to go. You were looking at the floor—not hardly paying attention to what or who was in front of you. 

Thump. You felt your outstretched arm make contact with something—somebody instantly knocking your drink out of your hand. You gasped in horror as your eyes panned up to notice the man dressed in black pants, a black sweater, black leather jacket, and baseball cap begin to wipe your drink off him. 

“Oh my God—I’m so sorry.”

The British were outspoken, or so you heard. At any moment, you expected to be degraded and yelled at. Which you couldn’t blame him. He was wearing your drink,  after all. You quickly glanced around the coffee shop, feeling all eyes on you. The man had sunglasses on the top of his baseball hat. An employee came to his aid quickly, bringing him a towel. He thanked her, voice soft. 

His attention turned to you, brown eyes soft. “It’s okay—really.”

“No—I can’t believe I did this.”

You were horrified. 

“It’s really okay—accidents happen.”, he gave you a small smile. 

How was he managing to be so calm and collected about this? 

“No—I really am so so sorry about this.”

You were handed another towel by the barista, immediately beginning to dab his clothes off. It was in that moment, your heart stopped. Looking up, your eyes made instant contact with his. He chuckled slightly, giving you a smile. His reaction was totally opposite of what you had expected, catching you completely off guard. You secretly hoped your friends hadn’t noticed, sure if they had, they’d never let you live it down.

“It’s really fine, love.”

Love. That made your heart flutter and your stomach turn. The British were very polite, using terms of endearment. That was normal for them. But you couldn’t help that it made your heart soar. Not to mention, he was good-looking. 

“It’s really not.”

“It’s alright, I promise.”, he insisted. 

There was something calming about his voice, his demeanor. The line cleared out and this handsome stranger finally had cleaned himself up enough to suffice for the time being. 

“What did you have to drink?”, he asked, easily.

You eyed him curiously. “Oh, just an iced coffee.”

“What size?”

“You’re not ordering my coffee, are you? Not after I dumped mine all over you?”

There was a hint of disbelief in your voice, causing him to chuckle. “It’ll be alright. I insist.”’

His voice was very calming, very soothing. 

“No—please don’t buy my coffee.”

Your voice sounded pathetic as it came from your throat. Before you could protest any further, the barista asked him what he’d like to order and he quickly squeezed in his order for your iced coffee and his macchiato. Your mouth was agape, shocked that he would do something like this—a kind gesture even after you dumped your coffee all over him. He gave you a small smirk as you both stood in off to the side, waiting on your coffees. 

“I’m sorry—I never caught your name.”, he turned to look at you.

“Y/N.”

“Lovely name.”

“And yours?”

“Joe.”

“Nice to meet you, Joe.”

“So are you visiting? I couldn’t help but notice your accent doesn’t quite match ours.”, he smiled, a small chuckle escaping from his lips.

“That obvious, hm?”, you finally giggled, causing him to smile.

“Slightly.”, he jested back. 

“Well to answer your question, Joe,” you emphasized his name slightly, causing a smile to spread across his lips. “I actually am visiting.”

He nodded, his brown eyes looking into yours. “I could give you a few suggestions of what to see while you’re here.”

“I’d love that.”, you smiled, brightly. 

“Okay, you definitely want to see Big Ben, the Tower Bridge, Buckingham Palace, Westminster Abbey—both of those if you have any interest in the royal family.”

Joe shoved his hands in his pockets, looking at you. 

“All of those sound amazing.”

There was a smile so huge spread across your cheeks that it made them ache. 

“Oh—and the London Eye. You’ve got to see it—or ride it unless you’re afraid of heights.”

There was a small chuckle after he spoke the last part. You laughed little nervously, thinking about how high that really was. You were deathly afraid of heights, the thought alone causing a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“I’ll definitely have to look into it.”

His brown eyes looked into yours—warm and inviting. Part of you wanted to get to know him better, he seemed so easy to talk to. It was like it took no effort to talk to him just in this little frame of time. It was refreshing to say the least. 

“Here’s your iced coffee and macchiato.”, the barista caught your all’s attention. 

His eyes instantly broke away from yours as he grabbed your all’s drinks, walking back over to you. You watched him carefully, refraining from biting your bottom lip. He looked good all dressed in black, you had to admit it. He outstretched his hand, handing you your iced coffee. 

“Thank you, again. I am so sorry I spilled my drink on you—I should paid more attention.”

“It’s really okay, love. No big deal.”, he touched your shoulder reassuringly.

Love. There was that word again, the one that made your stomach do somersaults. His touched sent shock waves through your body, chills cascading down your spine. You had been out of your last relationship for over a year. It was a very dark time, your last boyfriend being very emotionally, verbally, and even borderline physically abusive. You hadn’t been with a man since and had no intentions of finding one, even feeling guilty you thought this man you met at the coffee shop was attractive. 

It felt nice to have a man’s touch—even if it was a simple gesture like this. You all began to slowly make your way towards the exit of the coffee shop. 

“Well, it was very nice meeting you—just not under the circumstances of spilling my drink on you.”

He closed his eyes, chuckling lightly before opening them again. “It was lovely to meet you even if you did spill your drink on me.”

You could tell he was slightly nervous, a little but anxious. 

“If you need anything around London while you’re visiting, I can give you my number. I’d be happy to show you around or give more suggestions.”

“Oh that sounds great.”, you reached in your pocket, pulling your cell phone out. 

You handed him your phone, allowing him to put his contact in. He smiled, giving you his phone to do the same. Exchanging phones back, he gave you a soft smile.

“See you later, Y/N.”

“See ya later, Joe.”

He grabbed the coffee shop door for you, allowing you to exit first. You could feel his eyes on you. He was being a true gentleman. You tried to keep your goodbye casual, cursing yourself slightly. He gave you a small smile as he went on his way, your eyes glued as you watched him walk away. You hated already to see him go, but loved to watch him leave. 

“What was that?”, one of your friends, Amanda asked.

“What was what?”, you sipped your iced coffee, somehow this one tasting sweeter than any other ever had. “Other than me making a complete idiot of myself.”

“Do you know who that was?”, another friend of yours, Christine asked.

“What do you mean? He was a random English….what do they called them—bloak named Joe?”

Your friend , Amanda rolled her eyes, laughing. “You’re really oblivious?”

Your glared at her. “Oblivious about what? So what? He was a cute British bloak named Joe who actually offered to show me some of London. Even after spilling my coffee on him.”

Amanda and Christine laughed, causing your facial expression to switch between confused and agitated. You didn’t see what was so funny. He was a very nice, respectful, attractive looking British bloak. Who was very nice and bought you a drink even after you dumped your iced coffee on him. He also offered to give you help touring London.

“That was Joseph Quinn.”

You heard what Christine said, but your brain didn’t process it immediately. “What?”

“Joseph Quinn, the actor who played Eddie Munson in Stranger Things?”

Your eyes widened, finally comprehending what she said. Your friends began giggling, watching your shocked reaction. 

“I spilled my coffee on Joseph Quinn?”, the words fell from your lips, dripping slow like honey as you tried to process your actions. 

They nodded. 

“Don’t worry though, he seemed to not mind. He definitely liked what he saw. We saw you all exchange numbers.”

You rolled your eyes. “No, he probably is laughing to all his mates about how stupid I am.”

You all began slowly walking down the street, opposite from where Joe had went. You were silently cursing yourself, taking another sip of your iced coffee. Somehow, this taste was slightly more bitter. How could you have spilled your iced coffee on Joseph Quinn? What a fool, an idiot you were. Even if you did text him, you were sure he would ignore it. He should ignore it, after everything you put him through. For the rest of the day, he was all you could think about. 

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Joseph kept walking. His brain told him to keep going, don’t turn around and don’t take a second look. But he couldn’t help it. He stopped up the street a little ways, turning around and taking a sip of his coffee. He silently cursed himself, hoping you wouldn’t notice. He could see you talking with who he assumed to be your friends. Your facial expressions were very animated, he chuckled to himself. It was the cutest thing he’d seen in a while. Before you had a chance to notice him, he reminded himself he needed to keep walking. 

His best friend, Wesley was waiting for him at his apartment. They were going to spend the day, hanging out. Joseph hadn’t been in a serious relationship since before he auditioned for Stranger Things. He had a few hook-ups and casual flings, but nothing worth bringing home to mom. All the people he passed on the street couldn’t take his mind off you. There was something about you that intrigued him. Wesley texted him, bringing him out of his thoughts by asking what was keeping him.

Joe texted and told him, he’d explain to him later. It was too much to explain over text. The wind had a nip to it, causing Joe to pull his jacket tighter. It didn’t help that he was still a little damp. But he didn’t mind. The walk to Wesley’s felt like forever before he knocked on his door, trying anything he could to get you out of his head.

Wesley opened the door, a surprised look on his face. “Finally decided to show up?”

Joe chuckled, coming inside. “Sorry, I went to get coffee.”

“You smell like coffee shop.”, Wesley joked. 

“Well—that’s kinda what kept me awhile. A girl—I met, she had ordered some iced coffee and accidentally bumped into me and spilled her coffee all over me. She felt so bad.”

Wesley’s eyes widened. “Was she at least pretty?”

Joe groaned before throwing his head back and laughing. “More than pretty. Beautiful—funny.”

“Well, did ya get her number?”

“We exchanged numbers.” 

“Has she texted you?”

“No. I told her if she needed more suggestions or wanted me to show her around to text me. Was that stupid?”

“No, not stupid. So she’s American?”

Joe nodded. 

“Did she know who you were?”

Joe shook his head. “If she did, she didn’t let on like she did.”

“Are you gonna text her?”

“I don’t know—is it stupid for me to text someone that probably won’t ever visit again?”, Joe sighed. 

“You never know.”, Wesley began before going to his room, grabbing some clothes for Joe to change into. “She may come back if she likes what she sees.”

Joe rolled his eyes, sighing. 

Wesley came back in, handing him the clothes. “Try not to worry too much, Romeo.”

Joe glared at him playfully. “I’m not worried about it.”

Wesley laughed before going to sit down in his living room. Joe rolled his eyes again before going to the bathroom to change. Joe sighed, closing the door and beginning to take his coffee soaked clothes off. All he could think about while staring at his shirt and pants was how innocently you were trying to help him dab his clothes, eyes finally meeting. Your eyes were soft, but he could see hesitation in them. Your anxiety was through the roof. 

He could tell you were waiting for him to blow at any second. But he wasn’t going to. It was an honest mistake, an accident. After changing clothes, Joe emerged from the bathroom and took a seat on Wesley’s loveseat, opposite of him. He laid his iPhone on the arm of the loveseat, praying you might just text him. He could see if you didn’t want to text him. His response was a little lame, even the way he tried to ask you out in a round about way. There was no way you didn’t have a boyfriend back home. 

Wesley eyed him. “Still thinking about her?”

“Am not.”, Joe looked off to the side, before looking down at his lap. 

“You sure about that? You seem really distracted.”

“I am sure, Wes.”

Wesley finally dropped it, beginning to bring up other subjects to Joe to talk about. They had been best friends for years. Even as they talked, Wesley could tell something was up with his best friend. But he had a feeling he knew what it was. It had been a while since Joe had a serious girlfriend. Joseph needed to find someone who would love him and want him for him—not his fame or money. 

Day soon turned into evening, the sun beginning to set. Throughout the entire evening, Wesley secretly watched Joe pick his phone up at the slightest ding, hoping it would be you. Wesley rolled his eyes playfully, wishing he could just text you. They had decided to eat dinner at Wesley’s apartment, opting to order pizza. Joe was finally about to give up on you texting him, letting out a long sigh. Wesley eyed him, grabbing his cell phone.

“Decided on a kind of pizza?”

“Just whatever you want.”

Wesley was about to dial the number when Joe’s phone dinged, him practically almost falling off the couch to grab it. 

Joe’s face lit up as he read the message. 

-Hey, it’s Y/N. The one who spilled coffee on you this morning. I know it’s late but my friends decided to go drinking tonight instead of sight seeing and I’m just not in the mood to have a terrible hang over. Does your offer still stand? X

Wesley could notice from the kitchen that his best friend’s demeanor changed. “Did she message?” There was no response as Joe texted back.

-Hey, offer still stands. Where are you staying? I can come pick you up, if that’s okay?

He tried his best to keep it casual. Not appearing or seeming like he was waiting in your text. Not like it had drove him crazy all day long. 

“Is it her?”, Wesley asked again, finally gaining Joe’s attention.

Joe nodded. “She’s asking if my offer still stands.”

Wesley smirked. “Told you she liked what she saw. My mate might have him a date.”

Joe glared up at Wesley as his phone dinged again.

-Sounds great. I’m staying at Park Plaza near Westminster Bridge. Just got out of the shower. Should be ready when you get here. 

Joe felt a stabbing, aching feeling in the pit of his stomach. His eyes fluttered shut, just imagining you fresh out of the shower wrapped in nothing but a towel. He shook his head, remembering he barely knew you and shouldn’t be having thoughts like that. But he couldn’t help it. You were beautiful. Wesley couldn’t contain himself anymore, bringing himself into the living room and peering over the couch to read Joe’s texts from you. 

“Think you might get lucky?”, Wesley teased.

Joe glared back at him. “No—no, we aren’t having sex on the first—whatever this is, Wes.”

Wesley laughed, raising his eyebrows. “Not even if she initiates it?” 

“NO.”, Joe said, more firmly. “I hate to do this—but I need to go get ready. Maybe pizza later this week?”

A laugh escaped from Wesley. “Yeah, pizza later. Go meet your mystery girl.”

Joe rolled his eyes, laughing before responding to you. 

-Sounds good. I’ll text you when I’m on my way. See you soon.

“Catch me up later?”

Joe nodded. “Yeah, I’ll let you know how things go.”

With that, Joe left Wesley’s apartment with a spring in his step. He was in a rush to get to his house and change before meeting you. A quick shower would be nice, just to freshen up and make sure he no longer smelled like coffee. He threw the door open quickly, throwing his keys and phone down. He wasted no time running for his bathroom, turning on the hot water. Looking in the mirror, he made sure his beard didn’t look too crazy—he had been letting it grow a little. Just thicker. 

He quickly trimmed it a little bit before jumping in the shower. He closed his eyes, feeling the warm water rush over his body. All he could think about was you—what you were wearing, what you smelled like—he tried to remind himself it was too early to be infatuated with you. Running his hands through his curls, he thought of what to do this evening, but decided he would let you lead. If you asked for his suggestions, he would gladly give them. If you wanted him to surprise you, he’d gladly do it. It was all up to you. 

Turning off the water, he heard his phone ding from the living room. He cursed himself slightly, remembering he had left it in there. He was careful to step out of the shower, afraid if he mis-stepped he’d up in the ER instead of being able to take you sight-seeing. He quickly dried his hair, leaving it in a curly, wild mess before using gel to smooth it down, still leaving the curls.  Blowing air, he was trying to decide what to wear to make a good impression. As the sun went down, it became colder this time of year in London. 

After spraying cologne, he left the bathroom and went to grab his phone. 

-Hey. Just checking in and making sure you’re alright.

Joe quickly began typing a response. 

-Hey, yes. Sorry had to run back to my place. I’ll be there ASAP. Want me to meet you at your room so you don’t have to walk down alone? Or do you want to meet me in the lobby?

He instantly cursed himself as he hit sent. He took his phone with him to the bedroom, laying it on his bed as he raked through his closet trying to find something that would satisfy him. Another ding, causing him to stop his search for the perfect outfit. 

-My room is fine. I’m in 221. See you soon. Be safe. X

Another smile curved across his lips, typing away.

-Sounds good. Getting dressed. See you soon. :)

Instantly, he began questioning himself. Was the smiley face too much? Groaning, he went back to searching his closet for clothes. He finally decided on black slacks, a white button up, and his peacoat seeing as it was pretty chilly this evening. Grabbing his phone and keys, he was out the door. The wind had a harsh nip to it, instantly hitting his warm face in contrast. Exhaling, he watched his breath in the cool, night air. There was a spring in his step, for the first time in a long time he felt eager. There was hope rising in his chest, the closer he got to the hotel. 

-Awesome, see you soon. :)

His brain quickly reminded him that this was only casual, he was just showing you around. The only reason you wanted to see him was for him to show you around his hometown. It was obvious, considering he knew the ends and outs. There was nothing more to this, was there? He turned the corner, reaching for the door of the hotel. The warm air hit his chilled face, him inhaling a deep breath. A small smile spread across his lips as he breezed by the desk. Pressing the button on the elevator, he began trying to talk himself up. 

The elevator dinged, reaching the second floor. This was the moment he had been waiting for. He was a bundle of nerves as he approached room 221. Reaching his hand up towards the door, he could see it shaking as he prepared to knock on your door.  A few broken knocks agains the door was all he could muster. 

He wasn’t prepared for you to open the door so quickly. The moment almost happened in slow motion. The first thing he noticed was how bright your eyes were shining. A smile spread across your lips, his eyes panning down to see you in a white sweater dress, hugging your curves perfectly. His mouth went dry, trying to find the words to say. You smiled at him, waiting for anything to come out of his mouth.

“Wow, you look—amazing.”, he breathed, trying to keep his cool.

Deep down inside, he felt like a little school boy. His nerves were getting the best of him, not quite used to feeling this way. He had been used to women throwing themselves at him lately, but it was different with you. 

“Thank you so much—so do you.”

Those words sounded so stupid coming from your mouth. 

He smiled, laughing nervously as he brushed through his curls. “So, did you have any idea where you wanted to go first? Have you had dinner?”

He was shooting his shot, hoping that it would work. There was a small glimmer of hope. 

You smirked, holding your small jacket folded over on your arm. “No, honestly. Have you?”

“No, actually. I know a really good place if you’re up for it.”

Your face lit up. “That would be amazing, I’m starving—if I’m being honest. And some of this stuff on the menus are—”

“Different?”, Joe finished for you.

“Different.”, you confirmed. 

He chuckled, immediately lightening the mood. “For sure. Let’s go. It’s in Soho, is that too far?”

“Oh no—it would be fun. We can always come back to London. I love a good dinner.”

He smiled, before he quickly frowned and furrowed his eyebrows. “Okay. Um, this is a hard topic—”

“Okay….”

What would he tell you? Was this the part where he shared with you a dark secret like having a secret girlfriend? Even if he was famous, you had to remind yourself you didn’t know him. You only knew what your friends had shared with you—causing you to beat yourself up all evening on how you spilled coffee on THE Joseph Quinn. You were surprised when he immediately texted back, offering to show you around London. You thought he would never want to see you again. 

“But um—there is something I do need to tell you….”

A sinking feeling entered the pit of your stomach. 

“Alright….”

“I don’t know if you know, but—”, he laughed nervously, closing his eyes before continuing. “I’m actually a little famous—not trying to brag—definitely not trying to brag, but there may be people who see us together.”

Your eyes lit up, feeling slight relief. “Okay.”

“It won’t bother you?”

“I don’t think so—I just hope it doesn’t cause trouble for you.”

He smiled. “I’m used to it. At least they’ll say I was with a beautiful woman.”

You felt your cheeks becoming red, a nervous laugh rising from your chest. “I’m sure you’ve brushed shoulders with women much more beautiful than me.”

Joe rolled his eyes playfully. “Aw, come on.”

“It’s true.”

You both stopped laughing, looking deep into each other’s eyes. Your smile softened as you made direct eye contact. It was like the entire world stopped spinning in that second—the second your eyes met. You swallowed hard, feeling the connection between you both. He held his out hand, motioning for you to go ahead in front of him. You smirked, immediately thinking about how much of a gentleman he was. The only time he got in front of you was to open the doors, feeling the cool air immediately hit you both.

“Do you want to take a cab or walk?”

“Doesn’t matter to me, what do you think?”

“We could walk to the restaurant, see the sights if you wanted?”

You smiled softly. “Yeah, sounds good.”

He nodded, leading you to through the streets. You all made small talk, beginning to talk about how your all’s lives. He told you about his mom and dad, that he always wanted to be involved in acting. You told him a little about your life in the States, telling him you worked for a doctor’s office. He didn’t poke or prod information out of you, allowing you to tell him what you felt comfortable telling him. There would be breaks in your conversations regarding your personal lives, him explaining some sights. It was so cold you both could see your breath in the air. 

Finally reaching the restaurant, you all entered and felt the warm air hit your pale, chilled faces. It looked very ritzy, nothing like you were used to. You all sat down, sitting across from one another. It gave you an opportunity to take him in, but you tried not to stare long—immediately grabbing the menu and trying to submerse yourself in it. 

“The steak tartare is amazing.”, Joe began. “I think you’d like it.”

  Your eyes panned down to the mains portion of the menu. You were a little surprised by the description. 

“Served with egg yolk?”, you asked, sliding your menu down to view him.

He chuckled. “Yeah, it’s pretty popular over here…kinda like baked beans with our breakfast.

You nodded easily, but he could tell you were slightly shocked. It made a smile curve across his lips. It was a breath of fresh air to talk to someone who had a different outlook on things. 

“Do you want a shot?”, he asked.

You widened your eyes easily. “Sure.”

The waiter came around, taking your order. He ordered oysters, immediately causing your nose to crinkle up slightly. He ordered you both a shot, your main dinner, and said you’d debate dessert. 

“Don’t knock it until you try it.”, Joe smirked as the waiter took your all’s menus. 

“I’m not sure about oysters.”, you chuckled nervously. 

“Just try one. If you hate it, you can blame me.”

You all continued to make small talk, waiting on your food. The waiter was quick to bring the shots, you immediately noticing they were smaller than the ones in the States. On a count of three, you both turned up your shots, you having no trouble downing it. He smirked at you as you both sat your glasses down on the table with a clink. It wasn’t long before you felt a small buzz, just enough to make you unwind and not feel so uptight. Even though Joe was easy to talk to you, you still felt a little unsure of yourself. You’d never been overly confident when it came to dating. 

“So you graduated LAMDA in 2015?”, you asked, taking a drink of your water.

He nodded. “Yes, had a few acting roles afterwards…nothing to brag about.”

“No, that’s really wonderful—I mean sounds like you were popular over here.”

“I guess you could say so…..I didn’t really gain a lot of traction though until I played Eddie on Stranger Things”, he smirked.

You could tell he wasn’t telling you this to brag about his filmography. 

“That was you?”, you asked, surprised. 

He nodded. 

“Wow….you were amazing….”

“Aw, come on.”, he laughed nervously, raking through his curls.

All he could focus on was how beautiful you looked—even in the lowlight of the restaurant. 

“No, I mean it. I cried over the season finale.”, you laughed as the waiter brought the oysters. 

Joe smiled widely, looking up from you with his deep brown eyes. “You did?”

You nodded, looking up between him and the oysters. He thanked you, genuinely surprised by your reaction.  You can’t believe that you had completely glazed over the fact he played in something you watched with your friends. You felt like such a fool—an idiot, You could only imagine what he was secretly thinking about you. You wouldn’t be surprised if he never called you again or texted—which you couldn’t blame him. 

He somehow talked you into trying oysters. While they weren’t your favorite, you didn’t hate them. Your reaction caused him to laugh, ending with both of you all laughing. There was chemistry between you both, but you tried not to get your hopes up, realizing you had to return home in a few days. Most of the time, nothing long distance worked out. At best, you all could be friends. 

After finishing dessert, you left the restaurant, immediately entering the cold air. The temperature had dropped since you all had came. You instantly cursed yourself for not bringing a thick coat. As you all continued to walk and talk, you did your best not to let him know you were practically freezing.  It wasn’t a long walk back to see Big Ben. Your teeth were so close to chattering, it wasn’t funny. You felt them chatter silently in your mouth, not knowing whether it was from the cold or your nerves—or a mix of both.

“Are you cold?”, he asked, turning to eye you.

“A little.”, you admitted, seeing your breath in the cold air.

Big Ben came into view, illuminated in the dark of the night. You both looked up at it, the clock hands nearing ten. 

“Wow.”, you breathed, eyeing up at Big Ben.

A landmark so simple as Big Ben had you in awe, amazed by the sight. It was nothing like you’d ever seen before. 

“Nice, isn’t?”, Joe smiled over at you, 

“Amazing.”, you looked back at him.

Turning your attention back to Big Ben, you didn’t notice him sliding off his navy blue peacoat. Your body was shocked when you felt the warm fabric around your shoulders. It smelled like his cologne and aftershave, the scent encasing your nose. You felt yourself swallow hard, looking up at him in the pale moonlight, your faces illuminated. 

He chuckled through a smile.

You instinctively put your arms in his coat, the chill melting away.  “You didn’t have to do that Joe.”

“You were cold, it’s what a gentleman does, you know.”, he chuckled, leaning in closer. 

“Yeah, but—why are you being so nice to me? Even after I poured my coffee on you?”, you looked at him.

Your eyes were locked, your stomach twisting and turning at the obvious chemistry between you both.

“I—it was an accident.”, he began. “Plus, it’s easy to forgive such a beautiful girl.”

A smile spread across your lips. “You think I’m beautiful?”

“Of course. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Man, he was really turning on the charm now.

You giggled easily. “That can’t be true.”

“It is, what do I have to do to prove it to you?”

There was something about this romantic rendezvous that made your heart beat a little faster, made you excited. It made your blood pump a little faster through your veins. It was like a wild romance novel where you met this handsome stranger who immediately knocked you off your feet. 

“I don’t know….”

He chuckled again before his smile faded slightly. There was a gleam in his brown eyes, unlike you’d seen before. Maybe it was the moonlight. Maybe something was shifting. Was it the alcohol in your systems? His fingers brushed your cheek, causing a soft sigh to escape your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut, before opening to view his face right in front of you. Was this some kind of dream?

His face inched in closer to yours, feeling his breath hit your soft skin. In this moment, it was like your brain went into auto-pilot mode. You both inched in closer, his fingers trailing up your cheek to finally meet some of your hair. It felt like time stood still—his lips finally meeting yours. They were soft, sensual and everything you would have dreamed them to be. 

It started off as a peck—soft and small. His eyes fluttered open just as yours did. Another soft, approving sigh escaped your lips. Your mouth gaped open, words wanting to come out but you were unable to form any. He heard the slight stutter but quickly crashed his lips into yours again, this time deepening the kiss. You held back the moan that begged to escape your throat as his other hand rested on your waist.  It had been so long since you’d felt this way, it was uncharted territory.

You both finally pulled away, his hands still resting on your hips as your eyes fluttered open to view him.

“Wow—that was—”, your mouth was dry like cotton.

“Amazing?”, he finished for you, chuckling softly before brushing your hair back.

You nodded, a small giggle escaping from your lips. This felt like a fever dream, like it shouldn’t have happened. Your mind was still reeling from sharing a kiss with him. You couldn’t help but to look deep into his brown eyes, mesmerized and completely enamored with him in this moment. You didn’t want this night to end, knowing you were one step closer to having to return home. Your brain quickly tried to rationalize the situation, reminding you that once you went home you would just be a memory to him. 

He’d probably never even text you, much less call you. He’d forget he even met you, blinded by all the pretty women he met in the industry. There were women much more beautiful than you—models, actresses, artists. The list went on and on. You, on the other hand, was just a normal American girl. What did you possibly have to offer him? There was one of two ways this night could possibly go—allow him to take you back to your hotel or see if he offered to take you back to his place. 

Your thoughts were derailed as he leaned in for another kiss, making this one consist of a few soft and slow kisses. You weren’t complaining—it was probably the best kiss you had ever had in your entire life. It felt like your brain was overloaded, the circuits malfunctioning as he pulled away and took another look at you. Your cheeks felt red and flushed as he smiled at you. 

“When do you go home?”, he asked, out of the blue. 

“Sunday. I fly home Sunday.”

He nodded easily, looking back up at you. “We could do something everyday until then—if you friends wouldn’t mind, that is….”, he stammered nervously. 

You giggled, his arms still around you. “That would be amazing, Joe.”

Without much more thought, you all shared another kiss. It was like one wasn’t enough. Maybe it was the fact you knew you’d never see him again. Maybe it was the fact he was British—you didn’t know. 

“It’s getting late and I’m sure you’re jet lagged. Anything else you want to do?”, he asked softly. 

“This has been an amazing night. I think I need some sleep.”, you laughed, your laugh fading into a yawn. 

Your body shivered as he fixed his peacoat around you. You shivered just looking at him, how was he surviving the cold?

“How are you not cold?”, you asked easily.

“Oh, I’m cold. I’m just used to London weather.”, he smirked. 

“I’m freezing.”, you admitted. 

He pulled you into him, completely shocking you. He smirked down at you, sending shivers down your spine. You dreaded the walk back to the hotel, realizing your amazing night was almost coming to a close. London was beautiful, but at night, it was magical and breath taking. As you all continued to walk, you rummaged through your wallet attempting to find your hotel key card.

“Shit—sorry shoot.”, you corrected as you stopped, Joe halting his steps with you. 

“What’s wrong, love?”, he asked easily. 

“I forgot my key card. It’s locked up in the room.”

His eyes widened easily as he continued to watch you comb over your wallet, checking every nook and cranny. 

“Can’t find—it—could have sworn I put it in here.”

“Maybe try calling your friends?”, he suggested.

He felt guilty as he secretly hoped your friends wouldn’t answer. He didn’t want this amazing night to end with you. He wasn’t sure how long this dilemma would prolong it, but he was willing to take anything else he could get. You awakened something inside of him.

You nodded, pulling out your phone and dialing their numbers. No answer from either. 

“They didn’t answer.”, you groaned, eyeing your phone. 

He felt hope rise in his chest, decided to shoot his shot. 

“Um, my flat is close by…if you want to go back there…you don’t have to stay—just until they answer, maybe?”

He immediately wanted to kick himself for babbling on like an idiot. So much for being smooth about it. 

“That sounds great, Joe. It’s so cold. I’m so sorry to put you in this position.”, you sighed, looking up at him. 

“No-no, I insist. If they don’t answer, you could stay. I can give you the bed and I could take the couch?”

He closed his eyes, immediately cursing himself again. What were you doing to him? He was usually cool, calm, and collected when it came to trying to romance someone—but that went out the window with you. 

“You’d do that?”

“Of course.”, he smiled.

[itsangelicasworld]

*:･ Incorrect Quotes with the Teen Titans 💥 :･ﾟ

I think incorrect quotes are a great way to get a feel for a character's personality and dynamics, so instead of explaining everyone's dynamics in my DR textbook style, why not use this format? Enjoy the chaos🤭 If you're new to my TT DR, check out this post!

Raven: Beast Boy, what the hell were you thinking?! Beast Boy: YOU TOLD ME NOT TO THINK! - Raven: We're screwed. Quanta: Hey! I don’t want to hear that defeatist attitude. Raven, sarcastically cheerful: We’re screwed! Quanta: That's the spirit! - "Can I copy your homework?" Quanta/Starfire: I can help you with it! Robin: I'll send you my notes. Cyborg: Yeah, sure. Raven: lol nope. Beast Boy: Wait, we had homework?! - Quanta: You often use humor to deflect trauma Beast Boy: Thank you! Quanta: I didn't say that was a good thing, B.B. Beast Boy: But what I'm hearing is.... you think I'm funny - Robin: Time for plan G. Quanta: Don’t you mean plan B? Robin: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Cyborg: What about plan D? Robin: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Starfire: What about the plan of E? Robin: I’m hoping not to use it. Beast Boy could get hurt in plan E. Raven: I like plan E. - Quanta: We need to distract these guys Raven: Leave it to me. Raven: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. Starfire, Cyborg, Beast Boy, and Robin: Immediately begin arguing Quanta, watching in horror: That was so easy- -

Beast Boy: I'm incredibly fast at math. Raven: What's 30x17? Beast Boy: 47 Raven: That's not even close. Beast Boy: But it was fast! - Starfire: What is a word that is a combination of 'sad' and 'mad'? Raven: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated- Beast Boy: Smad. - Beast Boy: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Robin: Wasn't Cyborg with you? Cyborg: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised. - Robin: It’s dark in here Beast Boy: Don’t worry, dude! I got thisBeast Boy: Stomps his feetBeast Boy: Skechers light up - Robin, in a meeting: My policy is: if you see something, say something. Starfire: I saw a squirrel in a tree today! Robin: Outstanding. This is what I’m talking about people. - Cyborg: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works. Starfire, drinking toast: Why do you say that? - Beast Boy: Whaddya call a fish with no eye? Raven, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons Beast Boy: Beast Boy: fsh - Quanta: How petty can you get? Cyborg: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about. - Starfire: Quanta, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean? Quanta: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later Starfire: Ok, I love you too, I’ll just ask Raven. - Robin: While I’m gone; Beast Boy, you’re in charge. Beast Boy: Yes!!! Robin, whispering: Quanta, you’re secretly in charge. Quanta: Obviously.

Quanta: Is something burning? Robin: Just my love for you. Quanta: Robin, the toaster is on fire. Robin: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Quanta: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Robin: Absolutely not. Robin: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis. Quanta: You're 16-years-old Robin: I MIGHT DIE AT 30! Robin: Three words. Say them and I'm yours. Quanta: Three words. Robin: Quanta: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them. Robin: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

Ideas from @/incorrectcharacterquotetemplates, ScatterPatter's Incorrect Quotes Generator, and my imagination

[oleander-nin]

The Weight of a Letter(9)

A/N: No it's not 4 am what are you talking about. No I didn't start writing this until 1 am what are you talking about. I have a perfect sleep schedule. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

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Content warnings: mentions of stalking, paranoia, anxiety, lying

Chapter 9: A Twisted Thought

We head down the hall towards my locker, Irma chatting up a storm as we walk. I could barely hear her through my heart pounding in my ears. I glance over my shoulder, hunching in on myself. I couldn’t get rid of the anxiety in my chest. Every person who glanced my way put me on edge. I knew realistically none of them had been the person who had broken into my home, or was the reason for all my weird happenings, but still… Could I be so certain?

I move closer to Irma, chewing on my cheek as I keep my head down. I still hadn’t moved back into my own apartment, despite it being a couple days since the break-in. I reach down and hook my pinkie finger with Irma’s, trying to calm my buzzing nerves. The anxiety felt like ants crawling under my skin, I couldn’t handle it much longer.

Irma’s hand moves from my pinkie to my entire hand, squeezing it gently. I suddenly noticed she had stopped talking, her voice no longer competing with the blood rushing past my ears. I look up at her and she smiles warmly, clearly trying to calm me down. I force a strained smile onto my face before dropping it once more, too tired to keep pretending. If it was up to me, I wouldn’t be here today. Too bad I would have to re-do the year if I missed any more classes. Apparently, missing three days of school straight without a ‘real’ reason is a big no no.

I let go of Irma’s hand once we make it to my locker. I try to keep my hope down for a letter. With everything going on, the letters were one of the few things I looked forward to and enjoyed. Each one was sweet, and even if it ended up as a prank, I could still cherish them for the joy they bring. But when I wasn’t here the last few days, the letters stopped. Even the first day I didn’t come, it wasn’t there. I hesitate before clicking it open, not wanting to see the empty locker myself.

“You know, you’ll probably get one tomorrow since they’ve seen you here today.” Irma says softly. I wince, realizing she noticed my hesitance, and the reason why. I open my locker, pouting a bit. She was right though. I will probably just get a letter tomorrow.

I blink twice, trying to see if my vision was going bad. There was another letter in my locker, sitting atop my forgotten(and now completed, which I very much did not do) Pre-calculus homework. Alongside the envelope, there was a small red flower accompanying it once more. It looked similar to lavender, except the petals were red and tubular, flowing down the stem until they reached the first leaf. It was beautiful, each petal seemed to be in perfect condition.

I blank when I see it. Irma stills next to me as well, confusion riddled across her face. I close my locker before opening it again. It still sat there. I felt sick. While a part of me was happy the letters had returned, I couldn’t fathom why it was there. I was gone for the past few days. There was no way they knew I was coming back today. This was wrong.

Irma’s hands land on my shoulder and shake me lightly, her confusion turning to joy. “Look! You got your letter!”

Her voice was peppy and the obvious excitement was practically dripping off of her in puddles. I don’t move, still staring at the letter and accompanying flower. It shouldn't be her today. It should have been here the day I was first gone. How did they know when I was and wasn’t here?

Irma stops shaking me as she purses her lips. Her eyes flicker between the envelope and me, gears turning in her head. “You’re… Less happy than I assumed you’d be.”

“It shouldn’t be here.” I mumble, the picking sense of anxiety returning. Panic bubbled up my throat as my body froze in place. This was wrong, I just knew it.

Irma groans before resting her body on me, her limbs draped over my shoulders. “You were so sad without the letters the past few days, but now you’re upset you got one? I will never understand you.”

I look at Irma, unable to move much. The touch of her skin made my skin crawl. I needed her off, but my jaw refused to open and words refused to come out. How was she so nonchalant about this? Did she not understand? Was she a part of this? My nerves continue to spike as I turn to stare down at the letter and flower, a bitter taste in my mouth.

“Hey, you okay?” Irma asks softly, moving off of me. I suck in a deep breath once her weight is off my shoulders, trying to calm down a bit. Irma looks down at me, worry swimming in her brown eyes. They held it well, but I hated the way it looked. Having Irma worry meant something was actually wrong. There was nothing wrong, except for the letter, the break-in, and how her dad was caught up so he wouldn’t be home until tomorrow morning instead of tonight. But she wasn’t looking at those things. She was looking at me. I didn’t understand why she was looking at me like that. I was fine. I just needed her to understand why everything else wasn’t.

“The letter shouldn’t be here.” I repeat, trying to make her understand. Why didn’t she get it? Was she behind it? Was she behind everything? My mind continues to race as I gesture helplessly to my locker. “How did they know I was here to receive it?”

Irma hesitates at this. I watch her look towards the locker, studying it just as I had. Her bottom lip juts out in thought, her mind clearly trying to find some reason it was there. There was no reason, obviously. It was wrong, so I needed to fix it.

“Maybe whoever’s sending them was just out the same days as you.” Irma’s answer did make a bit of sense, but I shake my head. It was too big of a coincidence.

 “I bet they’re just stalking me.”

Yes. That had to be it. This was obviously the only logical answer to the conundrum. I look up in surprise as I hear Irma start to laugh. My eyebrows furrow in confusion. Why was she laughing at such a serious matter? We needed to go to the principal at once and hunt down whoever was leaving the letters and in turn, stalking me. 

Irma stops laughing as she notices how serious my face was. Her expression morphs back into one of concern and I scowl. I was right. I had to be. 

“(Y/n),” She says softly, nudging my foot with her own to regain my attention. I look up at her, still pouting. “What if they just saw you walk in? We didn’t exactly rush to our lockers.”

I hesitate for a moment. That… Would make sense. But no, I had to be right. Right? Irma sighs as she notices my crestfallen face. “You’re getting too paranoid. The letters aren’t malicious. I know everything’s stressful, but just enjoy your little love notes, okay? Plus, the person probably leaves them in the morning and collects them between passing periods. I never checked your locker until after school anyway.”

I look at the flower and the letter again. It was as if I was seeing them in a new light now. Irma was right, I was just being paranoid. The fact that it appeared today was either a coincidence, or because of the timing like Irma suggested. I shrink into myself a bit, embarrassment rising to darken my cheeks. I grab the flower and the letter, handing the flower to Irma so she could take a photo with her identification app and see what it was.

I slide my thumb into the seal of the envelope, ripping the paper to reveal the letter inside. I relax as I see the familiar handwriting, happy to have another letter. Irma was right. I needed to just enjoy the letters. They were a break in the clouds in the storm of my life. I didn’t want to be without them.

Greetings and Salutations my dear,

It was wonderful seeing you again, you are just as marvelous as I remember. Your eyes still shine with wonder, and your personality is delightful. You truly are the epitome of perfection and I can’t wait to call you mine. I will await your company with bated, Y/n. See you again soon.

-Von Ryan

A large smile breaks across my face as I lean against the wall of lockers. It was nice being told that I was perfect to someone. I felt slightly guilty for having thought they were stalking me. How could someone as sweet as this do something so horrid?

I look back at Irma, handing her the letter as she shows me the results on her phone. I take the flower back, slowly twirling it in my hand. It was beautiful.

“It’s a Red Salvia, also known as Scarlet Sage.” Irma reports happily, skimming through the letter. She whistles at the content, looking at me curiously. “Guess you ran into them. Wonder who it could be.”

I shrug, putting the letter back into its envelope before slipping it into my locker once more. “Maybe it was written before I came back.”

Irma rolls her eyes at me. “No more jumping to conclusions?”

I chuckle lightly at her words. She had me there. I grab the math homework that was done, looking at it curiously. It was done neater than I could ever do, but my teacher thankfully wasn’t one for details. I show it to Irma, grinning.

She winces at the sight of the paper, not really looking at the contents. “I said I was sorry I forgot to grab it.”

I shake my head, pointing to the contents. “The person leaving the letters did it for me.”

She picks it up and holds it next to the letter, scanning them both. “Well, it’s definitely his handwriting, if not a bit messier.”

I nod eagerly. I had been stressing about this homework since last night, but here it was, done. I didn’t even care if it was all wrong, just the fact I didn’t have to do it made me giddy. Irma hands me back the homework and helps me grab the stuff needed for my next class. I jump slightly as the warning bell rings, meeting Irma’s eyes. I wave goodbye as she dashes off. Her class was much farther away than mine.

—

“So, how was being back?” Irma slings her bag over her other shoulder before taking my hand, swinging me in front of her. I roll my eyes, pressing the elevator button for her floor. I was so glad they finally fixed the stupid thing.

“It was fine. I only got nervous once and I just hid in the bathroom for a while.”

Irma nods, content with my answer. We step into the elevator together, chatting quietly as we ride up. It was a more janky ride than I hoped, but it got us to our destination. I follow Irma out of the elevator and to her door, letting her unlock it so we can enter.

I let my bag drop in the entrance of her apartment, sighing in relief. I hated school so much. It added too much worry and stress to my already fraying mind. I shut the door behind us with my foot, moving to the kitchen to make myself a sandwich. Irma wanders into the living room, hoping to set up her homework in front of the TV before I do. Neither of us wanted to use the lap desk, and it was always a race to get to the coffee table first.

Once my sandwich is made I make my way to the living room, sitting down on the chair near the window. I curl up in the armchair, watching the TV as Irma works on her homework. It was nice. 

I jump slightly when I hear a small ‘tink’ from the window beside me. I watch Irma look up as well, clearly having heard the same sound. I hesitantly get out of my chair, looking out the window. My eyes zone in on the small device sitting on the fire escape. Was that my…?

I slide the window open, leaning halfway out and scooping up my phone. I turn it on, my familiar lock screen greeting me. It was.

“What happened?”

I turn back to Irma, a nervous smile on my face. “Just a bird! It fell onto the fire escape before flying off.”

Irma nods and turns back to her homework, believing my lie. I sigh in relief before pulling myself back inside, shutting and locking the window. I put my phone deep in my pocket, pulling my shirt down to make sure it was covered. I could think of a lie later to tell Irma how I got it back, but for now, I just had to think of a way to thank Donnie.

[strabara]

•.SHIGARAKI’S SEXTAPE.•

PART 2

Notes: Sorry this genuinely took so long I kept getting mad. I didn’t expect this much plot but yeah. Probably might write a third part if I’m up to it.

WARNINGS: NONCON, SEMI-SOMNOPHILIA, ANGST IG??, CRYING, MENTIONS OF SEX, MENTIONS OF INJURY, MENTIONS OF PREGNANCY, NOT BETA READ, NOT PROOF READ, IDK WHAT ELSE

“Cmon, you can do more then that.”

“I-I’m trying!-”

“You got this Miss Y/N!!”

“Don’t let him beat you!”

A whine escapes your lips before you fall limp to the floor, your muscles screaming at you. You were never good at pull ups. Everyone collectively groans before Aizawa came up to you.

“Don’t beat yourself up about it. Your body just isn’t used to this much pressure. Here-“ He brings out a small towel for you before patting your face dry. “-Plus, you had the babies not too long ago.”

You sigh heavily as you rise to your feet. It’d been a few months since the birth of the babies. Luckily you delivered with no issues and so far had no problems. People still talked about what went down with you and Shigaraki but it didn’t faze you. Why would it? He was yours, and you were thankful you were even his. No matter how much the Heroes wanted to say you developed Stockholm syndrome you knew it wasn’t true.

Your love stood for Shigaraki before he even held you ‘captive’. Hell! before he even knew you existed as a person. And it only grew stronger as he’d send you notes with little gifts for the babies. They tried hard to make his notes stop, afraid it’d only damage you deeper, but it never worked. Shigaraki always found a way. The letters varied with small ‘I love you’s’ and little ‘I miss you’s’.

The people it’d piss off the most was usually the students of Aizawa and himself of course. They’d seen how the league acted first hand themselves so seeing how these notes made you giddy had their blood boiling. You didn’t deserve this. You deserved to love normally! A normal life without cameras in your face every second. Speaking of cameras, paparazzi was never EVER going to let Shigaraki’s Sextape be forgotten.

They never fail to mention it when the heroes decide to take you out to a shopping square. Asking lewd questions to your face with no morals and such. You always have to be whisked away and taken back to your home, left all locked up and alone. Ironic you thought. You’d think you would get more freedom to do things by yourself after the situation died down a little but it was the complete opposite! You had more freedom being cooped up in the base with Shigaraki! A strict diet, sleep schedule, AND workout was implemented on you.

Something about maintaining a ‘healthy’ lifestyle? Screw that! You want to go back to ordering cheap ass pizza in the dingy bar and just stuffing your face on the couch in nothing but panties and Shigaraki’s shirt. It wasn’t all too bad though. You definitely didn’t mind the workout part too much. The idea of having an ‘unappealing’ body sent shivers down your spin. What if Shigaraki stopped liking you if he saw your mom bod?

That’s what pushed you to run the extra mile when All Might had you running a track with him, that’s what made you do another push up with Endeavor with his screaming in your ear, and it’s especially what pushed you to continue doing pull ups with Aizawa. And it worked. Your body somewhat returned to what it looked like before pregnancy, except your larger breast and thighs. The whole pregnancy you were fed foods full of protein by everyone. Practically fattening you up as if you’d never eat again. With a cough you start walking to the locker room, itching to change out the sweaty clothes.

They never followed in which you thought weird. Why do they follow you every BUT the locker room? Eh, you weren’t complaining. If they wanted to give you the space you so badly craved for once then you weren’t gonna ask questions. Removing all the sweat soaked clothes and replacing it with a clean pair of bell bottoms and black long sleeve, you shoved it in the gym bag to be washed later. As you shut the locker a envelope flew.

That’s weird?.. picking it up you instantly recognized the paper material. It was Shigaraki! Almost immediately you ripped into the paper and scavenged the note out. Your eyes skimmed the letter with a smile plastered on your face. It had been far too long since you’d heard from him! It’s not like you could blame him though.

From what the news told you, he and the league have been very busy. That didn’t matter anymore though. He finally wrote back. You were more then eager to help! He said he and league are planning something but wouldn’t tell you what. That’s weird, did he not trust you enough? You thought he wanted your help on things!

“Y/N! You done or what?”

“O-oh! Uh coming!”

Quickly shoving the letter into your gym bag you fixed up your hair and put your sneakers on. Silently opening the door to the locker room you shuffled out quickly. It was a habit of yours to be silent, trying to get better at being more sneaky for when the time comes that you’d need to. It seems it worked a little too well. They haven’t noticed you yet. Which is why their conversation makes your blood boil.

“I just wonder when Y/N will forget about that pathetic loser and be able to live her life.”

“Bakugo! You can’t just say that! Obviously it’s frustrating seeing her so hung up on him but it’s normal for.. well yknow.. victims?.”

“Settle down the both of you. I understand it’s upsetting that Y/N’s life is turning out like this but you shouldn’t speak about it so freely. People will hear.”

You throw your gym bag down, the loud thud erupting through the gym. With a scowl and furrowed brows you cross your arms. They instantly all look to you with shock as you clicked your tongue.

“You guys should listen to your teacher. God forbid people hear how you talk about the victim.”

“Y/n-“

Putting your hand up all you can do is scoff.

“Save it alright? A little ol’ victim like me shouldn’t hear this stuff. Don’t you think?”

“Y/N! Time to go.”

Endeavor’s boasting voice echoes throughout the empty gym as he inches closer to the group. Grabbing your bag and brushing past them you begin walking with Endeavor. He could sense tension but he’s not one to ask questions. As sick as it sounds, you enjoyed Endeavor’s presence more than others. He didn’t pity you nor did he try to act sweet with you. Which is just what you wanted.

Walking to the car you were already flooded by paparazzi. All asking the same vulgar questions. You ignored it as Endeavor ushered you into the car and shut the door. He got in soon after before starting the journey back to your house. It was quiet, until you decided to speak up.

“Why do you treat me all normally.” He was silent. Perhaps he didn’t understand what you meant? “Yknow, you’re the only one who doesn’t treat me like glass.”

“That’s because you arent.”

His voice echoed throughout the car. You turn your head to him, a pout on your lips. It seems that’s the only face you’ve been able to conjure up lately. The car stops at a red light before he turns to you.

“If I treat you like something fragile you’ll never grow. Plus, you seem fed up with the others enough as is. And I still don’t trust you.”

Oh. Those words don’t catch you off guard like they should. You knew some people would be suspicious, not everyone can be so easily fooled by your sob story. You hum before looking out the window. The light turns green and the journey starts again.

“What is it you don’t trust? Is it me still being madly in love with Shigaraki?”

“Perhaps. Or, for someone who experienced something so terrifying and painful, you act as if it’s nothing.”

“Can’t blame me can you?”

A soft chuckle left your lips. At this point you were tired of acting. But you had a story to uphold. Not for you, but for Shigaraki. That’s who you needed to do this for. His praise and love was all you wanted. A good obedient spy for him will surely bring you the title you want so badly. To be his wife. His rock.

“No, I can’t. You’re messed up in the head. But it doesn’t mean I won’t be watching you.” The car comes to a soft stop, parking infront of your house. “Midnight should be in there with your kids. Have a good day Y/N.”

“Eh, I’ll try. Later Endeavor.”

From the sound of it, he hasn’t told anyone of his suspensions about you. You’d rather have it that way anyways. Your feet pressed against the gravel as you journeyed up the steps to your house. It was too damn big in your opinion. Keys jangled as you finally unlocked the door.

“I’m home!”

Midnight’s feet shuffled towards you before she grabbed ahold of your hands. Your breath hitched at the sudden action as she practically pulling you up the stairs.

“W-whoa! What are we doing?!”

“Cmon you have to pack!”

“P-pack?”

“Yeah! For the camping trip!” What the hell was she talking about. It seems she sensed your confusion as she pouted at you. “Did Aizawa not tell you? The students are going on this little training camp and they’re taking you along!”

“But why? I’m not gonna be a hero!”

“Ah they think it’d be the best place to push your limits! Get you stronger!”

Ah great. You could barely handle the workouts now what makes them think you could do whatever else they had in store! Shit. How were you gonna tell Shigaraki? You don’t even know where it is!

“W-well when is it?”

“Tomorrow!”

Double fucking shit! There’s no time to fucking notify anyone! Especially with Midnight by your side. God knows when she’d leave. Stall.

“But the babies!- I can’t-“

“We’re gonna watch them! Have some time to yourself and all! We have it handled Y/N.”

Triple.

Fucking.

Shit.

There were no pieces you could play. There was nothing you could do but just nod. She squeals before dragging you up the stairs once more. You’ll just have to write a detailed letter of everything they did for Shigaraki.

“Is that all?”

“I mean yeah. I packed active clothing, some shorts and t-shirts, oh and like 2 jackets in case I get cold.”

“Great!” Just then a door could be heard opening. Along with multiple voices talking. “Oh they’re here!”

“Wait what? Why-“

“They just came back from the mall! Let’s go see how things are gonna work! Like time wise.”

You carry your daughter close to you as you descend down the stairs. Midnight held your boys while she chatted with Aizawa. There Class 1-A was all splaying out their purchases. Some of them look up to you and all you can do is look away. Obviously your attitude towards them was still sour. It hurt, what they said.

“Y/N! Psst!” You turn to the hall to see Midoriya standing there. His hand was waving you over away from the others as you sighed. Walking over to him you frowned. “Look I know what Kacchan said hurt your feelings-“

“Oh wow really I didn’t think so.”

“My point is- I’m sorry.”

Your brows raised before you straightened up. Does he even need to apologize? If anything it should be the others.

“Today at the mall I saw Shigarak-“

“What!” You whisper yell before looking side to side. “What’d he say? Was it about me? Did he look okay?”

“He didn’t even mention you, Y/N.”

“Oh.”

“But he told me to watch my back. Basically threatened me.”

A hint of guilt crawled into your stomach while you frowned. Nothing about you? Did he not care as much as you thought he did? Midoriya reached into his pocket before pulling out a box. Opening it he revealed a bracelet and necklace.

“Midoriya? What’s that for?“

“I-I saw some people advertising them so you can keep people safe and well I thought about you.”

Grabbing the necklace he unclasped it and motioned for you to turn around. Quickly pushing your hair out of the way you faced your back to him.

“What does it do?”

“It has like this two way vibration setup. You learn Morse code and press onn-“ He hooked it on before turning you around and lightly tapping on the pendant. “-here! Basically you can signal to my bracelet when you need to! Simple things like SOS!”

“Soo for help? You can do it back?”

“Yeah! The bracelet has a pendant I can press on too! We can use it to find each other! Just in case! And it can track where the other is.”

“This had to have cost a lot-“

“Money isn’t a problem when it comes to you. This is a you and me thing. That’s why I brought you over here! It’ll be our little secret.”

He smiled at you before raising his pinkie. Hah, a pinkie promise. You felt a small grin find your lips before raising your pinkie to his. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Just something that you could actually decide.

“Thank you Midoriya, now cmon. Let’s go with the others.”

“Jeez it’s soo early!!”

“Y/N it’s time to go!”

“G-give me a second!”

Grabbing your bag you headed towards the car. Midnight and Present Mic followed after with your babies in their arms.

“Ok so I pumped enough milk that should last them but if it doesn’t I use this certain formula! And and uhmm ok Hana likes when you rock her more softly and Hiro likes his head being-“

“Y/N! We got this. We’ll call if we need help.”

“I-it’s just.. I’m gonna miss them! Be good my angels.”

Giving your babies a kiss to the head you turned around before you could cry. Endeavor put your bags in the car before opening the door for you.

“Y/N. Time to go.”

“Bye Y/N!!”

You get in as he shuts the door. Waving to them Endeavor starts the journey to UA. Once again, the car ride was silent. The radio barely audible while you rub your eyes.

“So, why are you going?”

“Mm I don’t know. They said I have to.”

“Well then.”

The car suddenly stops out of nowhere as you feel yourself slam into the front. His hand flies to your hair before you could even react. A cry leaves your lips.

“Ow Endeavor!-“

“I swear if anything happens to Shoto at that camp I will hurt you.”

“You asshole!-“

He practically growled before his other hand shot to your jaw, gripping it with a bruising hold. You could feel the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Why was he doing this?

“If so much as a scratch is on him I’ll hurt your kids. Am I clear?” You nod frantically before whimpering. He lets you go as you cower away and nearly glue yourself to the passenger side door. “Good.”

The rest of the ride went without bumps. You arrived to where the buses were and quickly got out the car. You were fucking scared. The kids attention landed on you as they all group up next to you. No no no- you didn’t wanna be by the car! You let out a small gasp at the feeling of Endeavor grabbing your shoulder.

“Your bag.”

“R-right sorry I’ll-“

“Why don’t you grab them.”

Shit! Todoroki’s words make chills go down your spine as Endeavor glares at you.

“She can’t do it herself?”

“Don’t be a prick.”

“It’s fine really-“ Heading towards the trunk you cough, cheeks sore from the rough fingers that held them. “- It’s only one bag so I can do it..”

Grabbing it quickly you closed the trunk and started heading towards the bus. Maybe you underestimated Endeavor’s motive. He didn’t care what happened to you or your kids. God he’s probably working something up to frame you. You lean against the window of the bus as you stared out to the kids, seeing them still huddled up. Your eyes met Todoroki before looking away.

“All right asshole what’d you do to her.”

“What do you mean Shoto? She’s fine.”

“Bullshit!”

“Todoroki! Calm down.. let’s just get on the bus alright?”

Todoroki scoffed before walking away, Midoriya sighed in relief as he followed after. After everything became situated they got on the bus accordingly. They’d steal small glances of you as they passed your seat. They could tell something was off. But they didn’t wanna push it. And thus the journey to the camp began.

“How do you like the water Miss Y/N?”

“It’s nice, but I shouldn’t be in here. You guys were the ones that trained not me!”

“Oh there’s nothing wrong with it Miss! You deserve to relax a little too!”

You smile before sinking lower into the hot soothing water. After getting to the camp the students were immediately tasked with something. Which sucked really since they thought this was a fun trip but in reality they’d be training til they dropped! You on the other hand were only asked to help with the food but were heavily told starting tomorrow you’d get the same treatment as them. You had just smiled and nodded knowing that you were dying inside. Alone time your ass!

“How did you guys like the food?”

“It was really good miss!”

“Of course it was! The Miss Y/N used to work at a restaurant after all!”

“I was a waiter..”

“Doesn’t matter!”

The girls erupt into giggles as you softly laugh. Although you were smiling you felt guilt. Why were you always so isolated from them? They clearly cared about you and all you’d do was be mean. But you had to!! Shigaraki said they’d try to win you over, that if you let your guard down you’d get used, and you didn’t want that.

So why did his words fade to the back of your head to be forgotten? You and the girls continued relaxing in the water as jokes and topics were thrown around. The guilt fading away the more you got to actually know them. Just like how you opened up more to them! They could feel it, your walls were coming down. They’d finally get to know the real you.

“Again!”

“You can’t expect me to!- ugh fine!”

Here you were standing in front of Aizawa, getting ready to spar you again. This guy has been making you do this nonstop! The 2nd day he made you run up and down the uneven mountains to gain stamina and now he was beating the shit out of you. I mean what could you expect!? You have no quirk it’s not like you can train air! So that’s why he had you trying to improve your combat.

It didn’t help you were a little distracted by Todoroki. Endeavor’s threats still lingered in your head, meaning you would attend to Todoroki’s needs. At first he didn’t know why but he had an idea after connecting the way you acted from being dropped off by Endeavor to how you tried to do everything for him. Of course his father threatened someone to make sure he was alright. And he had to choose the most vulnerable one.

A pained grunt left your lips as you backed away. Once again your eyes lingered on Todoroki too long, allowing Aizawa to hit you with a fucking right hook. You barely have any time to recover before he threw you onto your back. The air was knocked out your lungs while your muscles burned. He grabbed your shirt before stomping next to your head.

“Alright what’s the matter with you? You’re never this slow to react even when we train at UA.”

“I-I’m just tired-“

“Then why do you keep looking at Todoroki?” You pause, wrong move. He drags you up on your feet before dusting you off. “What’s going on?”

You bit your lip as you looked down. You didn’t want to tell him. He’d probably call you weak, just like Shigaraki would.

“I’m just.. tired okay? I miss the kids and all..”

He was disappointed. Aizawa knew something was wrong and he wanted you to tell him. From what the girls told him you’d been opening up more, barriers falling. So he hoped you’d say something just anything. That way he and the others could help, but he didn’t push it. He let out a sigh before walking away.

“Clean yourself up. You’re done for the day.”

All you can do is nod before speed walking away. You had to leave before you started crying. God why couldn’t you just tell him? The students would turn to see you before going back to their training, making you feel all the more alone. Everyone had someone here just not you.

It was supposed to be some haunted maze. The students were all asked to participate except for the ones who needed to test again with Aizawa and Vlad. You said you could help with them but they insisted you had fun. Which is why you were currently walking the woods with Todoroki and Bakugo. The crickets chirped as your feet crunched on the dirt and twigs. It was so silent that you could practically hear everything.

“Soo.. how has training for the both of you been?”

“Fine.”

The way they said it in unison gave you the creeps. Could they show a little more emotion or interest?! You sniffle a little before sneezing. Wait, what is that smell? It smelled almost burnt as you looked around. Todoroki stopped before turning to you guys.

“Do you guys smell that?”

“It smells like trees are burning.”

“Is that part of the maze or?- Watch out!”

You push Todoroki as something surged towards you three. He stumbled away before you scream. Something metal-like stabbed into your leg. It retracted from you as Bakugo picked you up off the floor. A wail left your lips while you grabbed onto your leg.

“What the hell is that?!”

“Bakugo we have to get her away from here!”

“This shit isn’t supposed to fucking hurt us! Are they idiots?!-“

“Students! It’s come to our attention we are being attacked! Your teachers have allowed you permission to use your quirks to defend yourself!”

Shit. Was this an actual attack? But who could it be? Was it some random group that figured out UA students were here? Wait, was this what Shigaraki was planning?It couldn’t be him… right? Bakugo placed you next to a tree before standing next to Todoroki.

“Bakugo you should be with Y/N.”

“Yeah right asshole! And leave all the fun to you?”

“Alright we aren’t too far from where the pussycats are.. Sensei said we should regroup with the rest!”

“A-are you alright Midoriya?” Your voice sounding weak as you had your arm over Todoroki’s shoulders. “What did the guy you fought look like? I-I might know him!”

“I’m fine, he was this big guy who could grow muscle- are you okay though? Your leg must hurt Miss!”

“I bet it does. Such a shame we have to bring you back like that.”

Huh? Everyone looks ups to the new voice. Who the heck is that? And what did he mean by bring you back- Oh shit! This WAS Shigaraki’s doing! You never got to know who exactly was in the league so it was hard to tell if this was actually Shigaraki’s plan. Wait… he was gonna take you back to him.

You should’ve felt giddy. Happy, excited, THRILLED at the idea. But you felt nauseous thinking about reuniting with Shigaraki. Todoroki gripped you close to him when he realized what was going on. There was no way in HELL he could have you get taken away. He couldn’t allow it especially with the way things already looked for you.

Everyone would assume you told the villains where the camp was being held. You’d go from being a victim in people’s eyes to a criminal. He couldn’t have that. You’ve worked so hard! He could practically feel how scared you were too! Was Shigaraki trying to ruin your life? Out of no where the man is right beside the both of you in a blink of an eye, the next thing you knew it was… dark.

Where were you? You wanted to get out!! It was so quiet!.. so cold.. it was practically just nothing in the air. Tears formed in your eyes as you scratched at your skin. You fell to your knees before the sobs left your throat. Your babies.

Who would take care of them? Would people treat them like monsters? Bringing your knees to your chest you just cried and cried. You didn’t even know when you stopped crying. Didn’t know when your lids felt heavy, the sleep consuming you.

Shigaraki was so excited. He’s been depraved of female touch for months! His little plaything playing house with heroes while he was left to sulk all alone. But he was a patient man… (no he’s not liar liar LIARRR) He could gladly just use his hand when he got needy. But now he didn’t have to wait! He just hoped you didn’t change too much.

God if you got ugly he’d probably have to kill you or something, which is so much unnecessary work. Just then the portals appeared. Finally! The league has returned with a successful mission! He quickly left his room and headed towards the bar as a crooked smile graced his face. There they were already tying up the UA student. His eyes scanned and scanned before landing on you.

Well not really since you were being covered. Spinner was holding your unconscious body as Shigaraki inched closer. Well, you changed but not too much. You were still hot to him I guess. Oh just great you got injured. What a pain that’s gonna be.

“Give her here.”

“Get the hell away from her asshole!”

Bakugo shouted as he thrashed around. The league just ignored him while they continued to tie him down. Spinner was quick to transport you over to Shigaraki’s arms before clearing his throat.

“We don’t know how her ankle got injured but we’re guessing it was when Moonfish went after the Todoroki boy and Bakugo sir.”

“Yeah yeah alright. I’ll be in my room. Don’t even think about coming in you dipshits.”

“Gross… is he gonna like.. grope her?”

“Sure she’ll be fine! No she won’t! He’s gonna kill her!!”

Shigaraki locks his bedroom door before placing you down. He couldn’t wait. He needed to get his hands on you! His fingers grabbed at your shirt as it dusted ,along with your pants which left you in nothing but underwear, a bra and socks. One of them was a bit sticky with blood but he could care less. Unzipping his pants he shuffled to be between your legs.

Should he wake you up? Nah, you’d probably just whine and whine about something he didn’t care about. He grabbed the lube bottle on the night stand as he squirted some of it onto his cock, stroking up and down. This was so exciting! He’s never taken you while you were sleeping… Pushing your panties to the side he ran two fingers up and down your slit with the lube.

He couldn’t have you being dry it’d feel like shit! You whimpered in your sleep as he continued touching you as he pleased. He shoved a finger in before making it two. They sloshed around your walls while your body writhed in discomfort. Man, he was getting impatient. At least you were getting wetter.

He knew foreplay had to happen because blah blah blah blah blah. Oh you didn’t need that much! You were probably loose from the childbirth you’ll be fine. He pulled his fingers out to watch them glisten in the barely lit room, his PC shining as best as it could. He sucked on them before letting out a throaty moan. Tasted just like he remembered.

Grabbing your ankles he notices how your leg kicked away from him. Aw, your ankle wound was still gushing a little blood! How cute or whatever. He ran his tip up and down your slit before pushing in roughly. This caused your eyes to immediately shoot open as a throaty gasp left your lips. He laughed at your body’s response all the while he’d thrust in.

“Well good morning to you sweetheart! You miss me? Shit.. still tight as a virgin!”

“S-Shigaraki it hurts!”

Your pleas fall on deaf ears as he rammed his hips forward before pulling them back. His brutal pace continued while your tears stained your cheeks. It hurt almost like the first time he took you. The sounds of skin slapping echoed throughout the room with your cries. The whole league could probably hear it.

“Oh sweetheart I can’t thank you enough.. because of you we managed to capture Bakugo Katsuki!”

No! You yelp at him pulling your hair as the words settled in. The entire point of that attack was Bakugo? Oh god Bakugo could probably hear you guys, now you wanted nothing more then to shrivel up and die!

“But… Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you would be there? Huh?” A scream erupted from your throat as he gripped your wounded ankle, the blood staining his fingers. “Answer me!”

“I-I didn’t know! Please it hurts!!”

“Didn’t know? Do you think I’m fucking stupid! Liar!”

“Please I swear Shigaraki I couldn’t send anything on time!” Sobs left you as he stared you down with his ruby eyes. You’d never seen him like this. Your body was shaking like a leaf. “They- they told me the day before! I had no time! I was constantly under their supervision!

P-Please…”

With a smile he let go of your leg. All the anger he had displayed disappeared, only love and affection showed now. Peppering small kisses on your skin you sniffle while rubbing the tears away.

“I’m sorry baby, you’ll forgive me right? You know I didn’t mean it.”

He was lying. You could tell he was. You never noticed it before since you were so blinded with love but now it was so evident. He was manipulating you from the start. There was never love behind those eyes, just pure control. You timidly smile before letting your fingers rest against his cheeks.

“Of course Shigaraki!… I-I love you so much..”

“See! You know I was just making sure! I can’t have my favorite girl lying to me.. can I?” You shake your head no as he snickered. “Good good, now where were we?”

It hurt. After the whole argument Shigaraki continued on with what he was doing. His hands had greedily touched you with venom as you tried to block it out. His pace was unforgiving and he hadn’t bothered to make you cum. You had to fake one. Wasn’t as hard as you thought it’d be. After he used you up he cleaned himself and went back out to the bar area.

You felt so ashamed. So used and so guilty. The heroes never wanted to use you like Shigaraki said they did, they wanted to save you. Release you of the pain you put yourself through. And now it was too late. It’s not like you could leave now.

He had you chained down to him for good. Everyone knows you because of him. Your children will be constant reminders of what he’d done. And now you wanted nothing more than to just hold them. Cradle them close to your chest as if letting go would mean they’d be gone forever. You hold your body while humming the lullaby you’d sing them to sleep.

You couldn’t hear the soft steps approaching the room as you mumbled the words and faced the wall. The door creaked open before closing, the pair of feet now inches away from the bed. The person cleared their throat before they sat on the edge. You glanced back tiredly with a frown. Oh, who was this? They smiled at you softly while pushing a strand of hair back.

“I’m Magne! But you can just call me big sis. I’m here to clean you up.”

“Oh. Okay..”

You slowly pulled yourself up as you whimper. Shigaraki left bruising marks on you, and worsened your ankle. She hissed before going to grabs towels from his little bathroom. You shivered while looking down to the sheets.

“Yknow you shouldn’t let him treat you like that.”

“What?..”

“I know he’s practically my boss and everything but it doesn’t excuse him for treating you like shit.” You whimper at the cool feeling of the towel as she presses it to your skin. “You’re supposed to be his girlfriend. Not his punching bag.”

“Well.. I don’t know what he even thinks of me. I love him really I do- but I think he’s just playing with me.”

“Ugh, men. They always take the good ones for granted. You need to stand up to him one day.”

“How? He’s stronger than me. He’d probably just belittle me like he always does..”

“Let him! Don’t let those meaningless words get to you. That’s how you know you’re winning!” The towel rubs on your cheek as your eyes light up. “I noticed he gets mean when he thinks he’s losing so if you just hold your ground he’ll have no choice but to treat you right!”

“You really think so?”

“I know so girl! Kick him in the family jewels if you gotta.”

Her words make you giggle before covering your mouth. She just gave you a toothy smile as she continued cleaning your skin up. You guys chatted and chatted about multiple things while she brushed your hair and helping you pick clothes to change into. She was also definitely a good friend. Someone you would need for your current situation.

“Alright I’ll be waiting at the bar! Just be quick because that asshole needs to be put in his place I swear-“

“Shh! He might hear you hehe!”

You both giggle before she leaves the room. Limping over to the bed you grab the shirt and bring it over your head. Next up was the… skirt. The reason you look at it so distastefully is because the thing practically wasn’t even a skirt. So short it couldn’t even be called a miniskirt. You just click your tongue, bringing it up your legs.

Grabbing the black leg warmers you put them on with caution as to not hurt your foot. Were you seriously expected to walk with this injured leg? Whatever at this point you don’t care. Turning to the nightstand you go to grab your necklace before gasping. Holy shit the necklace! This was yours and Bakugo’s fucking way out!!

“I just wish we could do something to help them.”

“I almost had him. It’s my fault Y/N’s gone too. I didn’t protect her like I should’ve.”

“Todoroki-“

Midoriya’s bracelet buzzed all of a sudden as he looked down at it immediately. You’re trying to talk! His classmates look at him in confusion while he just laughed and smiled.

“What are you laughing at dude? This isn’t funny!”

“No! It’s Y/N! She’s okay! It’s a long story but we can communicate with this!”

Midoriya quickly pressed his bracelet to send a vibration back, which resulted in you pressing it happily.

“Dude seriously?! Ask her if Bakugo is okay!!”

“Ok ok!! B-A-K-U-G-O S-A-F-E??” The room went quiet as they diligently waited for you. Buzzing occurred before Midoriya recited the letters. Thank god you guys managed to study Morse code at the camp in y’all’s free time. “Oh she’s responding! Uhh I-D-K”

“IDK? As in I don’t know? How doesn’t she know!!”

“Hold on she’s still sending letters! Ok uh S-E-P-A-R-A-T-E-D! They have them separated!”

“Shoot..”

“Alright let’s… U O-K-A-Y??” Midoriya just had to ask. With the way things ended that night it was necessary. He was worried about your ankle after all.

‘F-I-N-E F-O-R N-O-W. A-N-K-L-E H-U-R-T.’

“I knew her leg wasn’t alright. What should I ask next?”

“Ask if she knows where they are! Anything to help the police with!”

“Good Idea Iida! L-O-C-A-T-I-O-N?”

‘B-A-R I-D-K W-H-E-R-E’

“She said a bar? But doesn’t know where.”

“Maybe she’s heard them calling it that.”

His bracelet buzzed more as he held it concentrated. This was so nerve wracking. They finally had some sort of relief but it was still scary. Midoriya was afraid you’d get caught and get hurt. Or worse, killed.

‘S-O-S. G-T-G U-P-D-A-T-E L-T-R’

“She’s gotta go shoot! She said she’d update us later.”

“We have to tell All Might!”

“Wait!” They stopped walking to the door when Midoriya yelled out. He looked down nervously before indicating for them to come closer. “Look I.. can’t let anyone know about these. I told her I’d keep it a secret.”

“Midoriya! We need to tell them! It’ll help her if anything!”

“Yeah and she won’t be their prime suspect anymore!”

Right. After the students were escorted to safety and they realized you were missing along with Bakugo, the police labeled you dangerous. No matter what Todoroki and the others told them they still thought you were behind it. Your babies were put in protective custody as they thought the league would try to snatch them next. Once it got out on TV it just became worse. The public practically blamed you for all of it. Some saying they ‘knew you were off’.

Wanted posters of you were plastered everywhere and alerts were put out to report any suspicious woman who looked like you. They were so off about everything that they didn’t realize you were a hostage too. Back at the Hideout you were timidly walking down the hall. It’s been so long since you walked them, such a weird feeling. Reaching the bar you peaked your head through. Relief washed over you immediately seeing Bakugo was fine.

His eyes met yours, growing alert to seeing you a little beaten up. Your legs were out after all which meant he could see the bruises and the bandages peeking threw the leg warmers on your ankle. And you tried so desperately to hide the limp. Didn’t want him to worry anymore. Tomura grabbed you by the neck before bringing you to his lap.

“Well look who finally decided to show up! Jesus why do you take so damn long?”

“ ‘M sorry…”

“Jeez crusty. Can’t you see she’s a little hurt? She limps like some hurt dog.” You feel your lip quiver as you looked down. The black hair man who you’ve been told was Dabi by Magne snickers. “She still managed to get all dolled up too. Be grateful for it before someone else snatches her up.”

“And who the hell would want some used up villian whore? I don’t have to worry for shit.”

“You asshole!-“

“I-it’s fine Bakugo..”

Magne looks at you disappointed. You really wanted to stand up for yourself but with Tomura’s deadly hands on you, you’d rather not speak out. You don’t already trust him after the earlier threats. God forbid he actually kill you. Your hand played anxiously with the necklace as your eyes stayed trained to the floor.

“Who the hell got you that?”

“H-huh?”

“The necklace. Who got it for you sweetheart?”

“U-uhm..” You looked around nervously before looking to Bakugo. If you told Shigaraki Midoriya got it he’d destroy it. So you decided to lie. “It was Bakugo…”

“Ooh really? Why’d you give her a necklace huh?”

You prayed he understood. Because if he didn’t lie right here right now your only source of communication with actual help would be gone. Bakugo scoffed before shutting his eyes.

“So what if I gave her a necklace? You got a problem asshole?”

Oh thank god. Shigaraki hums before caressing your hair. A pained whimper leaves you as his fingers dug into your scalp and pulled you up.

“How cute! You decided to make friends.” You shake your head no but he just nods. It seems his mockery wouldn’t just be in the comfort of his own room. “It’s fine Y/N! I got you a gift after all too.”

“What?..”

“Yeah! Let me go get it for you!”

He rises from the stool he was in and heads into some room. You glanced over to Bakugo worried that his gift would embarrass you. And boy… were you right. You hadn’t seen it yet but by the look on nearly everyone’s face you could see, it wasn’t good. You turned slowly to see Shigaraki with a LEASH in hand. All you could do was stare at it with your jaw dropped.

“Surprise! A pretty leash for my pretty girl!”

“O-Oh!..”

“What the fuck?”

Pink-Momo, Blue-Iida, Green-Deku,

Red-Kiri, White-Shoto

“Midoriya what does the tracker say now?”

“It says Y/N is at this place… But it looks like a shopping center! Dang it did I get scammed?”

“Wait Midoriya- I heard All Might and the police talk about some hidden bar they might be in.. Y/N also said bar in her messages too right?”

“Yeah! She did say it was a bar but didn’t know where.”

“Maybe it’s there then!”

“Well then we have no choice! We must let All Might and the authorities deal with it!”

“Iida! No! We decided to go through with this plan we can’t back out now!”

“Hold on Kirishima.. If my tracker says a different location then yours then that must mean they keep the Nomus in a different place!”

“Which means the press conference is a cover up? They know where both the Nomu are and where the league are. So they obviously plan to surprise them.”

“Exactly that Todoroki.”

“Then, which location do we go to?”

“Look at you! My girl being all obedient with her collar!”

You wanted to bash your skull in more than anything. Here you were sat on the floor like some animal as Shigaraki… caressed your head. It was so embarrassing having Bakugo see and seething that he couldn’t do anything about it. Your ankle hurt like hell too. He’s had you in this uncomfortable position for god knows how long and the pain wasn’t easing on your foot.

At least you’ve been able to communicate with Bakugo. After seeing you secretly pressing on your necklace from time to time he starting blinking to you in Morse code. You didn’t know he knew Morse code but it was good for the moment. You talked back and forth about how help was on the way and he’d be out of here in no time. You’d only say he was being saved because with the way things were looking, you’d never get away. Shigaraki rose from his chair before clasping his hands together.

“Alright, It’s time. Untie Bakugo. If he’s going to be a member then we should treat him as such! Isn’t that right Y/N?”

You nod before you’re being pulled up. A low pained whimper left you as your legs shook. Dabi pushes Twice forward to Bakugo before Twice let out a offended gasp.

“How rude! You’re too kind!”

“You untie him. And have the girl help you.”

You get pushed forward as well, wincing at the pressure on your leg. The both of you help him out as you’d glance to Bakugo every now and then. He had that look in his eyes. He planned to attack you could tell. You mouth no but once Twice finished untying his part, hell broke loose.

“Ah! Ther-“

Bakugo lunged forward with an attack. All you could do was watch in horror, the hit going straight towards Shigaraki. As Bakugo created distance between the league and him he kept you close under one of his arms. The thud of the all too familiar hand falling to the ground sent chills down your spine. Oh no, Shigaraki was gonna be furious.

“Huh.. how interesting.” He bends down to grab the hand before placing it back on his face. “Y/N, keep your fucking dog in check.”

“I’ll kill you asshole! If you want me to listen then get on your knees and beg!”

“Ooh not very hero like is it? Come here Y/N! Kurogiri! Compress! Put the brat to sleep.”

“No!”

The words echoed off the wall as silence consumed the hideout. You gulped nervously, looking at everyone’s reactions. But the one that stuck out the most, was Shigaraki’s furious glare. He goes to open his mouth before sudden knocking occurred. You all look to the door before the words ripped through the air.

“Hello, this is Pizza-La, Camino store.”

The place grew silent as much as everyone’s confusion. But in the blink of an eye, destruction struck. The wall to the building breaks as you yelped. Bakugo shielded you as the debris cleared. It was All Might!

“Kurogiri! Gate!”

Before Kurogiri could conjur up a gate the pro hero Kamui Woods shoot out limbs of wood, trapping the villians. It was going down so fast you could hardly keep track. It almost reminded you of how they first rescued you, just much more chaotic.

“You can’t run anymore, League of Villians!”

The booming words of All Might have you letting out a exhale. Was it finally over? The heroes attention turn to you and Bakugo as All Might walks to you both with the all too familiar smile.

“It’s alright now. You must’ve been scared. You handled it well!”

“I wasn’t scared asshole!”

You laugh a little before feeling a jab at your neck. Shigaraki still had a hold of the leash?! You grab at your neck as Bakugo attempts to help you take it off.

“This is… unsatisfying…”

“Let her go you loser!”

“Where is All for One?”

“Go away… I hate you!”

Out of nowhere grey goop appears from thin air, Nomus coming out of it. You go to curse but feel something thick course up your throat. Oh my god!.. it’s coming out of you!! You immediately start panicking as much as the heroes do. Your teary eyes watch as it happens to the rest of the league, even including Bakugo.

“No!!”

Your vision went black.

“They’re right there!… how do we save them?..”

“We can’t do anything Kirishima!.. Dont you see All for One right there!..”

“Oh my god… Is that a collar on Miss Y/N’s neck!?..”

The five of them were all terrified. They had decided to go where the Nomu were as they thought what you meant was Bakugo and you were at different locations. But to their avail, they were wrong. And now terrified as they were cursed with the presence of All For One. You and Bakugo weren’t doing so good either. Now that they practically considered you both hostages instead of teammates, you were likely to be tied up again.

“Oh Y/N! It’s been too long. How are the children?”

“I-I…”

“Master she’s a traitor! Do something so she learns to behave!”

“Oh we can’t have that Y/N! I welcomed you with open arms and this is how you repay me?”

“W-wait!-“

“Oh but we can’t blame you can we? You’re quirkless trash… it’s in your nature.”

You could feel your stomach churn as the words were thrown ruthlessly at you. In a split second he’s infront of you, his hand gripping your arm tightly. You yell out in pain when you feel something stab into your neck, pumping god knows what into you.

“I’ll fix you up real nice Y/N. Something to make you understand all that I do.” Your body shakes as the pain began to grow unbearable. “I was creating this one just for you. Just so you know who you are in this world.”

“Stop!”

“Oh look who showed up.”

You attempt to look at the booming voice all the while you fought to stay conscious. Your body felt off, different. You couldn’t tell what it was and to be honest you didn’t want to know what it was. But it seemed All for One was finished since he let you go, your body falling to the ground. The tears fell effortlessly from your eyes as your body grew paralyzed. A pair of hands hastily pick you up before screaming out.

“Stay awake! Shit! Back off you extras!”

“Give her back you brat!”

A small whine left your lips, your eyes focusing in on Bakugo.

“You have to let me go… you’ll only get hurt..”

“Like hell I will!” His hand slapped at your face in attempt to keep you from falling unconscious. “You gotta help me fight these guys! Do you want to see your kids again!?”

Your kids… your babies! You feel your body regain its energy before jumping out of his arms. The entire time you were here not once did Shigaraki ask about the babies. What kind of father didn’t care about his children! Bakugo let a smirk land on his face as the both of you got into a fighting stance. Thank god you actually got trained for combat, no more complaining to Aizawa!

“Are you- you can’t fight us! We outnumber you!”

“Watch us crusty!”

“Toga! Magne! Get her!”

You run towards them as Toga throws her knife at you. Quickly dodging it you hit her right on her side, remembering the move Aizawa pulled on you. Before she could regain her composure you threw her onto her back, knocking the air out her lungs. After getting her down you go to handle Magne. She throws punches at you as quickly as you dodge them.

“I hate that we have to fight Y/N! You’d be an amazing friend!”

“I know! But I can’t let you guys hurt him!”

“Can you feel it?”

“What?”

“The quirk! Can you feel it?”

You paused at the fact she stopped throwing hits, her dodging your advances now. You let out a pained yelp…. like a dog. What the fuck? Your head hurt as if it was stabbed. But you would’ve died. You grab at where the blood was leaving you and freeze. Was that…

“Yay! I hit you right on the ear!”

“I’m… a fucking dog! You guys turned me into a dog?!”

“It’s exactly what you are! The mutt we took in that takes everything for granted!”

You find your way back to Bakugo while feeling your heart thump out your chest. This was really happening. You’re a hybrid half human half dog creature! A explosion rips through the air, ice forming soon after. Almost everyone looks up and you’re left dumbfounded. It’s Midoriya and the others!

“Cmon!”

Kirishima yells out. Bakugo signals for you to get on his back before you jump on. Almost immediately Shigaraki goes to stop you guys, but it’s too late. You’re in the air in a matter of seconds! Bakugo getting rid of every obstacle in the way. He smirks to the others as he holds on tightly to Kirishima.

“You crazy bastards!”

“Y-you guys really came!”

“Don’t you worry Miss Y/N! We’d never leave you behind!”

“Oh shit we’re gonna crash!”

You guys all collectively scream before landing roughly. With an oof you tumble off Bakugo and straight up eat concrete.

“Ow! My nose!”

“Crap! Miss Y/N let me help you up!”

“Thank you Kirishima!… God I’m so… t-tired….”

You start stumbling before your vision became splotchy. Their shouts became muffled as you looked at the with half lidded eyes. Maybe you underestimated how much energy was taken from you. Curse the sudden Adrenaline!!

“Stay awake Miss!”

Iida said the words in a frantic frenzy as he shook your shoulders.

“Don’t shake her like that!”

“Oh crap she’s out!”

You passed out. Their futile attempts going unheard of while you slumbered away. The entire time you were knocked out they took turns carrying you on their backs. That was until they managed to get you to the hospital. Which resorted in you being handcuffed to the bed. Midoriya had called practically everyone to the hospital, making the room overflow with back to back banter. As of now the students were arguing with the authorities.

You tried your best to hide yourself under the covers, too ashamed to look at them after what occurred. The second you had woken up you threw up. Which resorted to you seeing yourself in the bathroom mirror and screaming bloody murder. And when they managed to get in they had seen the broken pieces scattered all over the floor, you curled up and crying. You didn’t have too many cuts from the glass but they opted it wasn’t safe if you weren’t handcuffed to the bed.

“Miss Y/N… please… It’s not bad!..”

“I’m a- Dog! I have the ears!- the tail the claws- the godforsaken teeth!”

“You’re a cute little corgi! What’s wrong with dogs?”

“My mother was murdered and mutilated by rabid dogs! That’s what’s wrong with them!”

Everyone immediately shut up at the words that left you. Now they understood why this could be upsetting. Although you weren’t fully a dog and still had a human body, you felt disgusting and betrayed. Shigaraki was the only one you told about that… which meant he told All for One. How could you have been so blind? Of course he was just using you, and now you pay the consequences for being so stupid.

“My… babies. I want to see my babies.”

“I’m afraid we can’t allow that.”

“And why not!”

“Because we still don’t know if you’re a threat or not. We don’t know how the League found out about the camp. And you suspiciously were there.”

You stare at them with the most ‘are you fucking serious’ look. You were… SUSPICIOUSLY THERE? Like as if they didn’t make you go? Like as if you didn’t protest and come up with countless excuses? Okay maybe Shigaraki was right about one thing and that was that Heroes were stupid. You huffed and turned your back to them, pulling the blanket to cover you again.

“Just- leave. I’m not up to putting up a fight so leave.”

They eventually did leave you alone, letting you bask in the silence. Although it wasn’t all so bad! Your nurse was always talkative and gossiped with you. She was a bit of an airhead but it was nice she didn’t treat you differently. When you were released they allowed timed visitations with your children. You were trapped in a fixed schedule yet again.

But this was much more harsher. You weren’t allowed a phone, limited TV channels, only going out to certain locations and the worse of them all. You had to live in the new UA dorms with the kids. You couldn’t even protest, the words always catching in your throat when they spoke to you. Simple curt nods or small no’s. Although your room was a tad bigger than the usual dorms you felt suffocated.

You lived in that building alone for such a short time, yet you were going mental. Whatever the pro heroes think was helping was making you go all the more insane. Only thing you looked forward to was the doctor visits to see how your body was adjusting to a quirk. They didn’t allow the pro heroes in the room for privacy reasons.

“How have you been Ma’am? Anything different happen since last Thursday?”

“U-uhm I’ve been feeling nauseous?.. Morning sickness but I think it might just be food poisoning!”

“Hmmm” The doctor scribbles on his clipboard before looking up to you. “Can you provide a urine sample?”

“Why? If I may ask-“

“You had unprotected sex with Tomura Shigaraki right? In your first hospital report since you’ve been back they found semen remains. It’s better to be safe then sorry. But maybe we should do blood tests…. They can determine pregnancy faster then Urine tests do.”

“I-I can do both. If that helps.”

“Great! The nurse will take you to the bathroom after we get your blood.”

You nod, agreeing to his words. After the blood was taken from your arm your old nurse came in to guide you to the bathroom. The entire way there she gossiped with you about coworker drama.

“Oh and then it’s said Doctor Koshi sleeps with all his assistants! That’s why they have him on some leave right now…”

You pat her arm gently as you offered a soft smile.

“Well as interesting as that sounds I have to pee now. Tell me more later!”

She nods swiftly before giving you the cup to pee in. The second you finished up and open the door you see your nurse being chatted up by Midnight. She looks over to you as you walked over. What was she doing here? She should be waiting in the common area.

“What’s the sample for?”

“You don’t have to answer that.” Thankfully your doctor came to your rescue as he walked up the three of you. “Patients don’t have to disclose that unless they’re a minor. Which she isn’t.”

“Is it so wrong to want to know?”

“Just tests. All I can say legally. Cmon Miss L/N. And you can follow the nurse back to the common room.”

You follow him like a lost puppy back to the room before plopping back onto the bed. He sighs while rubbing his temples.

“So we sent your urine off with the nurse and your blood results should be coming any second.”

“Great.”

Silence enveloped the room before he spoke up again.

“What will you do.”

“What?”

“If you’re pregnant. What will you do? Like decide i mean.”

“Uhhh..” You start thinking to yourself. What will you do? Would the Heroes make you get rid of it? Gulping you looked to him with worried eyes. “If I decided to keep it… they can’t force me to abort it right?”

He almost seemed stunned by your question before shaking his head no. You exhale with relief, happy you still had that choice. A knock erupts the silence as the nurse comes in with results. She hands them to the doctor before leaving swiftly. He scanned them quickly, leaving you nervous all the more.

“Positive.” The words ring through your ears as your heart thumped. It made you feel all the more nauseous before nodding. “You gonna tell them?”

“D-do I have to?”

“If you feel it’s safer to tell them later on in the pregnancy you can. I have to go with what you want.”

“Okay… then it’ll be a secret?”

“Yeah you can put it that way. I’ll prescribe you some vitamins and tell them to lay off the training.”

“Won’t they get suspicious?”

“I’ll say it’s destroying your body. Does that help?”

You nod before grabbing your purse. On the way back to the common area he told you foods to stay away from and gave you any notes that they’d probably want. He opens the door to the common area, seeing the heroes you came with. It’s hard to hide how sad you get, but then again when was it ever easy to hide? The Doctor cleared his throat before walking up to the heroes.

“How exactly are you treating Miss L/N?”

“What do you mean?” Aizawa perks up as you come closer. “Is there something new?”

“I’m talking about this training she speaks about. The diet, the sleep schedule, the everything.”

“We have her maintaining a healthy lifestyle. So for when she’s on her own, she knows how to live.”

“I believe my patient here was human before the incident correct?” They all nod confused before he crosses his arms. “That’s right so you know what that means? It means she knows how to eat and sleep and exercise on her own.”

“Right but-“

“It’s killing her body. All the constant battering you guys are giving to her body is destroying it.”

Oh shoot you didn’t know he was gonna lie directly to their faces! Looking away from their gaze you tapped your feet to keep yourself distracted. All Might just pats your shoulder before speaking up.

“What about the quirk? Is it hurting her too?”

“The quirk is speeding up the process. If what you guys were doing was hurting her body, then the quirk is just gonna make things quicker.”

“So.. what do we do?”

“I gave Miss L/N some notes that you can go over. I need her to get as much rest as possible, foods have to be high in calories and protein, sunlight is good take her out for walks, and just maybe listen to her.”

“It almost sounds like she’s pregnant.”

Endeavor speaks up. God damn it that god forsaken dumpster fire! You and your doctor sneak a quick glance to each other before smiling.

“I assure you she’s not haha. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go. See you Thursday Miss L/N.”

You wave goodbye as you all journey to the car. Endeavor driving, Midnight in the passenger seat, and you, Aizawa, and All Might in the back. You were always put in the middle because they thought you’d jump out. As they conversed about the Doctor’s expectations you got lost in deep thought. Was this also Shigaraki’s intentions? He hasn’t sent a letter explaining how angry he was, so did he decide to leave you alone?

“Y/N!”

“O-oh! Yes sorry?”

“We were asking if you wanted to get food.”

“Really?” You looked to all of them, surprised they were all so quick to listen to what the doctor said. “Me and the students can always just make food!”

“No it’s fine really. What have you been craving?”

“Well…”

“PIZZAAAA!!”

You yell out the words with glee as you entered the dormitory. Almost everyone turned to the sound of you all chipper. Denki and Mina squealed, coming at you hot.

“Oh god this is just what I needed!”

“Miss Y/N you’re my hero!”

“Haha! Everyone dig in! I managed to convince them to get a couple for all of us to share!”

“Share?” Iida perked you at the word. He fixed his glasses before staring at you with curiosity. “But don’t they have you on a strict diet ma’am?”

“Oh I don’t follow it anymore! Doctor said it was killing my body so!- can’t do it!”

Your words mostly came out muffled as you and many of the students stuffed your face with the pizza. He just stood there absolutely confused before finding his own seat and began eating. This was just what you needed, a whole bunch of carbs and freedom! As the area lit up with laughter you felt the weight lift off your shoulders.

“Night Miss Y/N!”

“Goodnight Uraraka!”

Shutting the door you’re enveloped in silence. Oh such sweet silence. You’re quick to lay down on your bed, just staring at the ceiling as the moonlight shines in. You hum softly while holding your stomach. Another baby, another blessing. A smile graced your lips before laughing softly.

“I’ll protect you… my sweet Angel.”

Notes: I don’t hate Shigaraki but this felt right.. If I make a part 3 it’d probably have his redemption! I swear that man can rip me apart and I’d still stay.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Can't stop this feeling - Harry Hook x reader- SMUT FIC- P5

SMUT FIC-MINORS DNI- All ‘important’ characters are 18+!

warning; SMUT, unprotected sex (don worry (y/n) is on birth control), blood, biting(consensual).

Chubby!reader-no fem pronouns used but using female anatomy.

*note/warning; some fat/body shaming from one of the characters-fat/chubby/big bodies are beautiful-fuck other people's options if they're negative.

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In the days that followed the day trip to Genoa, Harry found himself sleeping through the nights with no burning heat under his skin. Finally able to get a full night's sleep since the 2nd night of the cruise. The royal cruise ship was heading back to Auradon-of course being scheduled for one last stop before it was set to head straight home, but it seemed-whoever it was- had given up on drugging Harry.

And while Harry felt immense relief at that-he couldn’t help but miss spending the night with (y/n). Harry sighed, looking up at his cabin ceiling, his mind wandering to places it really shouldn’t. his body shuddered at the memory of you, your thighs against his hips, your mouth on him, the way his hands fit perfectly against your sides, warm and plush-he swallowed harshly when he remembered how you smelled, how you sounded, how you tasted.

Harry let out a shaking huff, closing his eyes and rubbing his face. “Get a grip Harry, for god's sake” he muttered to himself, his cheeks already warm as he felt himself get hard. He bit his lip-glancing at his door-seeing it was locked and slowly dipped his hand below the blankets, gasping lightly as his hand met his bulge, twitching under his palm.

“Fuck.” Harry muttered, already beginning to pant as he rubbed himself over his boxers, his cheeks beginning to burn as he slowly began to rut his hips into his palm, a wet spot slowly growing on his boxers. “hhaaa-ha-ah~” Harry tilted his head back into his pillow, closing his eyes as he imagined your hand instead of his, and his fingers soon dipped below the band of his boxers.

His shoulders jolted as he touched his tip, already leaking with precum, and slicking his fingers up. “Fuck-“ Harry cursed quietly, clutching his pillow as his head thrashed to the side, clenching his jaw as he started to slowly draw his fingers up and down his hardened cock. “ahh-“ he remembered the last night he had come to your room for help-the day before Genoa, he remembered you going on your knees-you’re pretty eyes looking back up at him, fuck you were so fucking pretty. He remembered your tongue on his cock-fluttering against his tip and licking up his shaft.

His hips jolted, forcing his cock through his fist and he groaned, gasping for breath as he stroked his dick, his eyes screwed tightly closed as the slick sound of his skin closing around the tip echoed in his ears. God, he wanted to taste you again, to hold your hips down as he sucked on your clit-to fuck you till you both dropped.

Without the help of that damned drug.

A loud moan ripped from Harry’s lips and he quickly covered his mouth, unable to stop them from pushing out his chest as that heat coiled in his belly, his fist and hips getting faster, precum soaking his boxers and hand. He started to pant your name out, breathy moans interrupting his speech “(y/n-fuuah-(y/n) ahh-ahh~ hhhah (y/n)~”

His belly jolted, the hot coil in his belly tightening as he thrust into his fist-he thought he might bite through his lip as he came closer to that peak. He let out a groaned whisper of your name-his cheeks blazing as that coil snapped, his back arching slightly as he came-ropes of cum coating his belly and soiling his boxers.

Harry collapsed, breathing heavily as he felt himself relax, his cheeks slowly cooling down as he pulled his hand up from the sheet-scrunching his nose at the strings of cum and precum stretched between his fingers and palm. “Shower time” he muttered to himself, hopping out bed and into the bathroom-not bothering to turn the lights on.

He hit the cold water-and in an instant the heat that blazed under his skin disappeared-but the thoughts of you didn’t. “Fuck.” he muttered, turning the shower to hot as he rested his hands on the wall, letting his head hang between his shoulders. But instead-they were thoughts of you just-being you, smiling, laughing, eating, playing with your rings, messing with the opal necklace he had gotten you, biting your inner lip as you read a book.

Looking at him.

Harry let out a long sigh, brushing his soaked hair back as his body further relaxed, but the flush of his cheeks returned-in just a week, he had fallen so hard for a girl he hadn't even known existed before the cruise. and once again he thought it a sin that he hadn’t. You deserved to be known, to be loved, to be worshipped. He remembered the piece of obsidian that sat in his jacket pocket; wondering when he would give it to you.

He wondered if you would accept it. He flushed further, remembering how Uma had explained what gift-giving meant to merpeople, it was a way of courting, and Harry remembered not minding that at all. He still didn’t, he wanted to keep giving you gifts, rings, rocks, bracelets, necklaces, jackets, hoodies, plushies, anything he could get his hands on that would suit you.

He chuckled at the thought of you in his favorite hoodie-a black hoodie covered in skulls, but damn you would look so damn cute in it. He glanced to the side, remembering the cruise would be making its final stop tomorrow at Puerto Rico, before heading straight back to Auradon-and he decided he would ask you on a proper date this time. Just the two of you, and maybe he would gain the courage to ask you out properly, obsidian rock and all.

He smiled at the thought, of dating you; holding your hand, kissing your cheek, holding you close, you wearing his hoodies, him smelling of your perfume, tracing your scales in the sunlight, swimming with you-admiring your beautiful mermaid form.

He nodded to himself, slicking his hair back again and turning off the water-stepping out of the shower and quickly drying off, putting a clean pair of boxers on, and making sure his sheets were clean before getting back in bed.

He would ask you out tomorrow. And he hoped you wouldn’t think it was just because of the god-amazing sex.

-

You rut your hips against your fingers, panting as you felt that hot coil in your tummy tighten, your mind a flurry of images provided from those wonderful five nights and sixth day. His stupid lopsided smirk looking down at you, the turn of his arm as he thrust his fingers inside you, his hot breath against your throat as he moaned against your ear.

“Fuck-“ you cursed, curling in on yourself as you managed to hit that spot inside you-though your fingers were no match for Harry’s. God his fingers were heavenly, long and nimble-perfect for hitting each spot instead and pulling you apart wonderfully. “Harry-“ you cried his name out, your toes curling as you came, heat bursting across your skin, your fingers coming to a sudden stop as your orgasm thrummed through you.

You panted as you came back down from your high-your ears ringing and vision slowly unblurring. “Fuck.” you muttered, pulling your fingers out from your underwear and rubbing your face with your clean hand, slowly getting out of bed to wash your hands. Gods-you had a crush on that handsome fuck before-but never had he invaded your mind so relentlessly before. Every waking moment your mind was bombarded with his toned chest, his carved v-line, his callused hands, his stupid-cute lopsided smile, his laugh, the scrunch of his nose,  the furrow of his brow.

In just less than a week-you had gone from hopeless crush to hopelessly falling in love. if you ever found the fuck that had been drugging Harry, while they were sick in the head for doing it in the first place-you would have to thank them for putting you in Harry’s line of sight.

If not for that drug, you might’ve never known Harry as you did now. You knew more than most actually-and had a connection no one expected. Which reminded you to set up a trip to Neverland to take Harry there, and let him meet your mother-his mother's best friend; before she was kidnapped by Hook.

You sighed at the thought, wondering what Harry’s colors would be-there were opal now, iridescent even-and until he touched neverland waters for the first time-they would stay that way. You wondered if his sister had the same effect on her scales. Probably. No reason they wouldn’t.

You finished washing up and slid back into bed, your eyes catching onto the plethora of gifts Harry had gotten you during the day trip to Genoa, your eyes caught onto the opal necklace most of all. Did he know what he had been doing? Had Uma explained it? Had he just-been going off instructs and still didn’t know exactly what he was doing?

You flushed at the thought of him properly asking you out, gift and all, that stupid smile on his lips as he held you close. Something told you in your gut to get him something in return-a weapon of some sort was most traditional but considering you were on a cruise and security was pretty tight, you probably wouldn’t be able to get him one in Puerto Rico.

If anything-you would have to wait till you got back to Auradon, and properly accept him there. But….that didn’t mean you couldn’t browse the market.

You nodded, it was decided, you would start looking for an acceptable gift for Harry-you just hoped your instincts were right in telling you to do so. You fell asleep soon after that, dreams of dating Harry Hook filling your sleep.

-

You grumbled as someone knocked on your door-just as that someone had since you had slept in together. “’s unlocked” you called out, voice a bit raspy as Harry opened the door, that stupidly cute smile on his face “g’mornin lass” Harry purred, sliding over to you and sitting down next to you. “breakfast is bein’ served, and yer sleepin’ through it~” you huffed, reaching up to rub your eyes and then dropping them down at your sides, one of your hands laying over Harry’s thigh. He took your hand and rubbed his thumb on your palm, chuckling down at you as you yawned.

“was’ for breakfast?” you asked, moving to lay your head on Harry’s thigh, his hand moving from your palm to your cheek. Harry pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes as he looked to the side “uh….i didn’ check yet. I jus’ woke up myself” Harry chuckled, drawing his hand under your torso and lifting you up to rest against his shoulder “now up up, we ‘ave a long day ahead” you perked up at that, resting your chin on his shoulder, breathing in his sharp ocean-metal scent.

“Oh?” you asked, watching as a pink flush grew on Harry’s ears as he stared into your eyes, getting so easily lost in them “And what are we doing today?” Harry swallowed, looking away for a moment then smiling at you, shyly. “i-I was hopin’, we….we could go out on a date? Like-like a real one?” he asked quietly, looking down at his hands, his cheeks turning pink.

You blinked-he-what?? “you-wanna-me?” your voice cracked as you spoke, and you were wide awake as you sat up properly. Well you would definitely have to get him a proper gift to accept his courting. “aye, and-please don’t think this about tha’ sex, cuz-fuck thank you so much fer helping me with all” he made a gesture, his cheeks red “tha’ but…i-I really like ye an…an” he pulled something out of his pocket, and you gasped-it was a shimmering piece of obsidian, so black it rivaled the night sky “I dunno how ta do all this-mermaid courting stuff but-I hope all tha’” he nodded to his gifts from last week “and this,” he held up the obsidian. “will suffice.”

You nearly cried, gently taking the rock from his palm and holding it to your chest-your instincts purring with delight and that voice in your head screaming for you to accept him, to give him a nice thing, something a protector needed. “In proper mermaid courting rituals,” you whispered, staring into Harry’s eyes, which were dilated-yours were too. “usually the one being asked, or the gifted-would give back something that symbolizes the gifter, or you-and-while I do accept-until I give you my gift, it’s not official, but I do accept.” Harry grinned taking your free hand and kissing it, sending shivers down your spine and your laughter through the room.

“Can't wait ta see what ye gift me~.” Harry purred, chuckling as you rolled your eyes, pushing him to stand as you slipped out of bed. “You’ll see, you’ll see, now go! I have to get dressed-date appropriate ‘n all” you muttered, butterflies fluttering through you at the mention of the sudden date.

He actually wanted to date you-he had meant to start the courting ritual-Harry Hook actually wanted to date-YOU. You were going to implode you were so happy. You quickly got dressed after Harry skipped out of your room, telling you he would see you at breakfast.

“He actually wants to date me” you whispered to yourself as you walked towards the dining room, already able to smell breakfast. “He actually likes me” you felt giddy-your heart a flurry of emotions, all good. Nothing could ruin this day-nothing.

-

Nyx seethed as she once again watched you join Harry and his friends for breakfast-just as you had the day before, and the day before, and the day before-joining them for lunch and dinner as well. “How dare she.” Nyx hissed to herself, bending the metal of her fork as she glared daggers into your back. “He’s mine you fish bitch.” Nyx stabbed the egg she had been eating, grumpily chewing it as she continued to stare you down.

She couldn’t take you down here, not while everyone was too easily close by, and not with security around 24/7 since it was discovered by the king about Harry being drugged. Which was only half the reason she stopped attempting her little plan. Her half of the potion just-wouldn’t work-it was supposed to lead Harry directly to her, it was supposed to make him painfully horny for her, and only she could alleviate his pain. And he would use her as a means of relief-and thanks to both ends of the potion, he would get her pregnant.

And he would be hers. He was supposed to be hers.  Why wasn’t he hers?! Why had he gone to this-random fat bitch?! What did this-(y/n)- have that she didn’t? Nyx had a perfect body, flat stomach, no double chin, perfect legs-why had Harry been attracted to you?! 

She hated the way he looked at you, like a gift from the gods, his hand always finding its way onto your back, his lips on your shoulder or the top of your head, she had found him staring at you when you weren’t looking-at your thighs, your belly, arms-everything-like it was something good to be looked at.

What in the hell did you have-that she didn’t?! You were just some-mermaid!! You probably spelled him before she had the chance-you had duped her from the start. Nyx grit her teeth painfully, scrunching her nose as she forced her eyes to leave you and Harry-avoiding the sight of Harry kissing your cheek-to which Uma and Gil shared a knowing smirk as you blushed heavily.

She was going to get him back. And if she couldn’t? then no one could have him.

-

Nearly as soon as the ship had made port-you and Harry were on the town, going on your date. You knew he had only asked you out that morning, but god if the idea of going on a date with him still didn’t send butterflies through you. Your hand was held in his, the two of you walking side by side, your hands swinging between the two of you.

Who thought a wild passion-filled night would end up in such a sweet day? You giggled at the thought, shaking your head as Harry glanced down at you, his brow perked in curiosity.  “So,” Harry started after the two of you walked around a bit, exploring the city of San Juan-which was just breathtakingly beautiful, especially once you got into the older parts of it, with cobblestone roads leading your path and amazing buildings surrounding you. “I’ve-never been on a date…what do we do?” you laughed, tipping your head into his arm.

“We just-hang out, have some food, explore-just enjoy time together.” you explained as best you could, Harry nodded. He could do that, that was easy, he already loved being around you. Dating was easy, going on a date with you was easy. And so-you explored; enjoying the multi-colored city, stopping at street vendors(Harry nearly melted at the Empanadas), and you gazed around at the market-peeking inside shops you passed-your instincts constantly calling to look for a good gift for Harry.

You wanted to get him a knife of some sort-one that was as pretty as his eyes. And you didn’t know if you would find something for him where-or if you would be able to. “Might need a permit or something to bring a fuckin knife on the ship” you muttered to yourself, Harry on the other side of the street-buying you another pretty thing his eye caught onto.

You smiled, even after you accepted his offer, he still wanted to get you pretty things, his only explanation being that his brain kept going ‘oh pretty thing, (y/n) must have it’ and he just-didn’t bother trying to stop it or himself from getting that pretty thing. speaking of which-you turned, seeing Harry walking up to you, that stupid pretty smirk on his lips “what is it this time?” you teased, holding out your hands, your scales shimmering in the sun-as were Harry’s.

You noticed they appeared more often, probably because he wasn’t trying to hide it anymore. Once you learned of his heritage-he stopped being so…scared, of showing it off-so his opalescent scales appeared more often-especially in the sun, along with his fangs-which were always present but now they were more obvious.

Harry just grinned, that stupidly adorable grin that made you want to melt and kiss him stupid, and gently placed a necklace in your hands “Another one?” you teased him again, noticing it was more of a choker-a simple black leather band that connected to an opal-like stone with a metal backing. “Aye,” Harry chuckled, helping you put it on as you handed it back and turned your back to him. “Tha’ shop I went inta’ is run by som’ mermaids, locals as it would be. Cool shit in there, one of em could tell what I was in there fer’ ‘an helped meh’ find this fer ye” you cooed at the thought, turning back to him with shining eyes, ones that made him lose his breath for a moment, his cheeky grin turning so soft.

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” you whispered, kissing his cheek and biting your lip-wondering if they had any gifts for Harry in there. Your instincts told you they did. “I’m-I’m gonna check in there as well-you-stay.” Harry laughed, crossing his arms and leaning against a wall-watching you with those pretty eyes of his as you skipped across the road and into the store.

When you entered, it felt like you had stepped into a friend’s house, a smile immediately growing on your face. You started looking for a gift for Harry, your fingers trailing the wooden shelves, hundreds of handmade items catching your eyes. Jewelry, bracelets, leather sheaths, water skins, tops, hair accessories, rings, shells, shimmering rocks, dried starfish, pearls, dresses and-knives.

Your instincts purred with delight, and you obeyed their call to look at the knives, your eyes drawing over the intricately made weapons. Some were switchblades, some were daggers, hunting knives, carving knives, pocket knives, machetes; any knife you could think of.

Your eyes drew to the daggers and switchblades, admiring the swirling handles and shining metal. None of them truly caught your eye though “where are you?” you whispered to yourself, your hands hovering above the case keeping the knives out of reach.

There-there it was. You breathed softly as the opal handle stared back at you, the swirling metal of the hilt design only making you think of the designs on Harry’s hook. “perfect.” this was it; this was the gift for Harry. You turned-about to ask for assistance-smiling sheepishly as one of the mermaids working there was already behind you, a key in hand. She smiled at you, her dark skin shimmering under the natural light filtered through the sun-roof. “Found your gift for that pretty boy out there eh?” she said in a strong Spanish accent, pushing her braids away from her face as she stepped up to the case and unlocked it, taking out the dagger you had picked out.

You nodded with a shy smile “Yeah, he-he asked me out this morning, wanted to give him something in return-ya know? Tradition ‘n all that.” you explained, smiling as the woman laughed, her voice warm and comforting. “Yes yes, I can see he’s given you many gifts already, no?” she gestured to your new necklace, along with the other opal necklace Harry had given you in Genoa, along with the rings and bracelets. You nodded, grinning as she started to ring you up. “you are from the cruise ship visiting us yes?” you nodded again. “you’ll need a permit to take it back with you, luckily, we can get you one right here”

Your shoulders sagged in relief at that, leaning towards her as she wrapped your knife up after putting it in its sheath-which was made of rich dark leather and could attach to Harry’s belt loop- and took out a piece of paper, having you sign it and then singing it herself. “there, all done.”

Wow-that easy huh? You said as such to her and she just grinned, her golden eyes shimmering. “Because of who we are-us merpeople are given some-privileges that humans to not-such as getting a permit for weapons easily-as it is a part of our culture.” You beamed, thanking her for her wonderful service and hospitality “You are very welcome cariño, may I ask where you are from?”

“Auradon, but I was born of Neverland.” The woman gasped happily, clapping her hands. “Oh I have a cousin from there~ Marianna” you glanced to the side-you had a feeling you knew who that was, but you couldn't put a face to the name so you just nodded. “Tes yes, now go on~ your Amante is waiting for you.” you couldn’t help but flush at the name she gave Harry, but you nodded, waving her goodbye and skipping back to Harry-who was eating some fruit he had gotten from a passing vendor.

“Find what ye wanted?” he asked, sharing his fruit with you-it was delicious- and you nodded, hiding the wrapped knife behind your back as he tried to reach for it “Hey,” he chuckled, attempting to grab it as you spun around-keeping it from him “it’s fer me ain't it?”

You just grinned, stealing his fruit and running off, giggling as he yelled at you and gave chase. You used the unfamiliar roads to your advantage dodging between other tourists and obstacles to reach your destination-your grin widened as you heard the roar of waves. “(y/n)! get back here!” Harry laughed, losing sight of you for a moment-sprinting after you when he saw the edge of your dress go around a corner, the echo of waves getting louder and louder as he chased you.

“c’mon-its mine, (y/n)!” Harry couldn’t help but feel natural doing this-as if this was a part of the whole courting ritual for merpeople. Chasing his object of affection until he caught them. He was thrown out of his thoughts as he came around another corner-his brow furrowed as it led to nothing but a beach-empty of people.

“(y/n)?” Harry called, trailing his hand along the wall until he reached the sands, biting his lip when you didn’t respond, not even a giggle. He called your name again, his brows furrowing as he spotted your dress and shoes tossed away a few feet away from the shore “(y/n)?!”

Where had you gone? Did you go into the water? He looked down, seeing your footprints disappearing into the waterline and Harry sighed in relief, following your lead and taking off his shoes-rolling up his pants and wading into the water-his scales shimmering as his legs dipped into the water.

He called for you again, and suddenly-a head popped up above the water, and he lost his breath. Because there you were-in all your glory, your scales fully out-curving about your eyes and jaw, your ears pointed and scaled just like your cheekbone, the same-colored scales arched down your shoulders and covered your breasts. You had fully transformed into a mermaid-and Harry had never seen anything more breathtaking since Uma’s first transformation at Cotillion.

“(y/n),” Harry whispered, slowly wading out to you, not caring if he got wet-he left his phone and pocket with your stuff anyways “you, yer” he reached out, taking your cheek in his hand. You smiled, teeth sharp and eyes reflecting your scales, pointed like a cats eye and gold reflected in the (color) of your eye. “you like?” you whispered, bobbing up and wrapping your arms around his neck, smiling softly as he stared at you in awe.

“Yer beautiful” he whispered, his hands on the curves of your waist. You grinned, pushing your head to rest against his, your nose grazing his “Thank you” you whispered back, slowly drawing your hands down until they took his, drawing him deeper and deeper into the water “Do you trust me?” Harry grinned, a cheeky spark in his eye.

“I wouldn’t fuck ye if I didn’t.” He teased, letting you pull him under the waves as you snorted, he closed his eyes; holding his breath as your hands never left his. He heard your muffled laughter, and suddenly your lips were on his-and his eyes snapped open-his cheeks flushing as he saw you kissing him-so close to him, your hands on his chest as you kissed him softly, your tongue licking at his bottom lip.

He felt something open on his neck and his hand smacked it-feeling four slits on either side. He chuckled at the feeling, his ears suddenly reacting as if he was above the water, able to hear you with no problem as you pulled away, that sweet smile on your lips. “Tha’ was our first proper kiss,” he whispered, feeling no problems with the water that entered his mouth. And it was-it was your first kiss without the push of that damned drug. You giggled again, letting him pull you back in, his arms around your waist, his fingers tracing the scales that protected your back, flying up to feel the thin fabric-like fin that protruded from your mid-back.

“So,” Harry muttered as you pulled away, your eyes staying on his lips “How’d you do the-” he gestured to his new gills “-neck thing?” you tilted your head, wondering what he meant when it hit you, and you giggled, leaning in to kiss his throat, sending a shiver down his spine “I didn’t do that, I just wanted to kiss you-the gills are all you.” Harry felt his chest rumble with a near purr-like sound, and Harry realized you didn’t give him a mermaid's kiss(well, you did) but instead his mer biology kicked in.

He was nearly giddy at the thought; he had gone from having no signs of his mother's heritage: to slowly growing into it as each day passed away from the isle. First was his scales, then his teeth, now his gills. He wondered if he would be able to transform outside of neverland-though you did promise to take him there. He wondered what his true colors were, he remembered Harriet telling him that their mom's tail was a brilliant ocean blue-like their eyes.

“Are you okay?” you whispered, reaching up to cup his face-while they were useless underwater-he was crying, his tears disappearing into the ocean water. He sniffed, nodding as he rubbed his face “jus’ never expected any of this.” he laughed, smiling as you kissed him gently, his hands finding the small of your back.

When you pulled away, you had the package in your hands, the waterproof wrapping catching Harry’s eyes. “(y/n)?” he whispered your name, going silent as you placed the package in his hands, a language he didn’t understand coming from your lips, but it was one he felt like he should’ve known. “Suscipio te protectorem, provisorem meum, et dilectum meum.*” He felt an intense shiver go through his body, instincts purring with immense delight, and suddenly he felt the connection he felt with you strengthen, something flashing in your eyes and the gifts he had given you.

He looked down, opening the package, smiling as he pulled out the opal-handle dagger, it matched his scales, the metal details on the hilt and butt of the handle reminding him of his hook-its sheath just as beautiful as the rest of it. “I love it” Harry muttered, clutching the weapon to his chest-he had never felt such-earthshattering love for an object or person before. “Thank you, (y/n).” you hummed, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close. He tucked his face into your shoulder, his cheek against your scales.

Soon you re-remerged from the water, resting on the sand as you both bathed in the sun, holding hands as you quietly talked, your head on his shoulder as he took slow deep breaths, a smile on his lips. Only a week and a half-that’s all it took for Harry to fall so deeply in love. Before-he thought he was someone that would take forever to even like someone like this, like Uma said-she thought he was one for slow burn-but-oh but you, you had changed him in ways he didn’t even realize he could.

While whoever drugged him would definitely be punished for attempted drugged rape-he would have to thank them for bringing him to you. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to not know you, he couldn't imagine a reality where he went on from this week as if nothing happened.

He really didn’t know why he had become so-fucking infatuated with you; it wasn’t the drug-if it was-that feeling wouldn’t exist outside of those nights. His instincts always purred when you were around, begging to keep you close, to protect you, to provide for you.

He hummed at the thought, curling towards you and tracing his fingers against your scales, his eyes on your sleeping face, your face pressed into his chest. “I'm glad it was you,” he whispered, kissing your head and taking a deep breath, the sun providing a wonderful blanket of warmth as you both continued to dry off; his new knife tucked safely in his pocket.

-

Hours later, day turned to night, and you both had dinner at a quiet restaurant, sharing your meals and holding hands across the table. And soon enough you were back on the cruise ship. And you had an idea-you took Harry’s hand as you made your way to the maid deck-leading him towards the elevators and pressing the button to your floor. Harry tilted his head, gasping as you pushed him gently against the wall, the elevator luckily empty as you captured his lips with yours, your hands on his chest as he groaned quietly, his hands finding your hips and squeezing.

“Ye been thinkin’ of it too?” he asked quietly as you pulled away and scraped your teeth on his throat, appreciating the grumble that came from his chest. You nodded, panting as you bit at his jaw, your hands going under his shirt and feeling his abs, his skin wonderfully warm against your palms. “Since Genoa,” you whispered, nearly purring as his hands hiked up your skirt and found themselves underneath your shorts, his calloused palms on your skin.

His hands gripped your thighs, pulling you up till you were on his hips, his already hardened dick grinding against you. You breathed heavily against his lips, soft moans escaping you as his hooded eyes stared into yours. The elevator dinged and Harry quickly dropped you to your feet-his hands leaving your shorts and straightening your skirt as the doors opened-luckily no one was there. “Thank fuck,” you muttered, grabbing Harry’s hands and tugging him through the door, about to head to your room but Harry nodded the other way. “My rooms closer” he muttered and you quickly followed, the heat in your body becoming nearly unbearable as you raced to Harry's room, the pulse between your legs getting stronger with each passing moment.

Harry quickly unlocked his room upon arrival and shoved open the door, taking your waist and kissing you deeply, pushing you into the room, and kicking the door shut. You moaned into his mouth, your arms around his neck as he pushed you towards his bed. Your knee’s hit the frame and you collapsed, breathing heavily as he leaned over you, those bright blue eyes of his dark with lust for you.

Lust that was truly his own, and not from a damned drug. Oh gods how you dreamt of his moment, how this moment had pushed your fantasies, to be taken by Harry of his own will-and not because of that drug. “Fuck me,” you muttered and Harry descended on you, his lips on ours, his hands quickly pulling your shorts off, hiking your skirt up, and finding your soaked cunt, you gasped at the feeling as he circled your clit-chuckling as you squeaked at the feeling.

He purred your name out, his teeth on your jaw as you pushed your hips into his hand, whimpering as his wonderful fingers pushed inside you, just like you had imagined the night before. “Fuuuck.” you breathed, letting your head tip back and Harry latched onto your neck, sucking there and scraping his just-sharpened teeth against your skin, leaving reddening marks that would stay for a few days.

His nimble fingers hit that spot inside you, sending sparks up your spine as his other hand found your clit-swirling it as his fingers worked magic inside you. You panted his name out, your chest rising rapidly as his mouth left your throat and kissed you deeply before moving down to your collarbone, one hand coming up to pull your dress top below your breasts.

He attached himself to your perked nipple-your hands tossing themselves into his hair as he licked and suck at you, his hand going back to your clit to make you see stars and hear nothing but white noise. You cried out as you felt that coil grow in your tummy, your legs going around his upper back as he continued to finger fuck you, his spit starting to trail down your breast as he switched to the other one-humming as he did so.

"Harry-fuck-Harry!" you cried out again, your cheeks blazing hot as you felt that coil unravel wonderfully, warmth spreading through you as Harry’s fingers curled up against that spot and thrust expertly inside you. Virgin my ass-and if he had been before that first night-he had the best damn instincts in the fucking world. Your cum soaked Harry's fingers and he slowly pulled out as you came down from your high, watching through heavy eyelids as he brought his hand up to his lips and sucked them clean-his eyes almost gleaming red as he stared down at you, his dick pressing against his pants.

“Ye taste fuckin’ wonderful.” he mumbled, his voice low and gravelly. You just lay there, waiting for him to move as you took in his lanky yet built form. He smirked, taking off his jacket and tossing it aside, making a show of himself as he undressed.

You let yourself enjoy the show, sitting up on your elbows as he stripped-his shirt going next, revealing his built abdomen. Fuck he was so pretty, his scales lightly reflecting in the fluorescent light of the room. you wanted to bite him-mark him as yours. Which he was now, but gods you wanted to make it official, make him your mate.

You swallowed as he slid off his belt, his bright eyes looking at you through his lashes. He smirked that stupidly cute smirk and unbuttoned his pants, his underwear going with them as he pulled them down. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, the tip of his dick dripping with precum and hard for you.

You bit your lip, lifting your body up as you took off your dress, your shoes joining Harry’s on the floor as he unzipped them and tossed them aside, his body on yours again as he caged you between his arms. He kissed you softly as he pushed inside, both of you gasping at the feeling, it felt so different without the drug in his system. You felt like heaven, shivers racking his spine as he pushed himself to the hilt, holding you close as he settled against your hips, your legs going around his waist.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his cheeks warm as he buried his face in your neck, your nails gently scratching down his back. “ye feel so fuckin’ good.” he muttered, pulling back and kissing you again as he began to move his hips, a slow even pace that sent shudders up your spine. You whined out his name, your eyes screwed shut as he gently ruts into you, his eyes never leaving your face.

It was very different than those three nights, which started out with hot molten passion that slowly cooled down-but this? Oh, this was sweet, still passionate, but so sweet and soft, treating you like something to be savored and taken over and over again.

He kissed you again, so sweetly you thought you might cry, your hands drawing up from his back to curl into his soft hair, a low growl erupting from the back of his throat as you scratched at his scalp. He thrust a bit harder, your breath failing you as you choked, your body crumbling a bit as he kept that new pace, watching as you unraveled beneath him as he hit that spot over and over, the sound of skin again skin resounding in the room.

You gasped into his mouth as he lifted your hips slightly, letting him get that perfect angle-and you saw stars. You gasped his name over and over, mouth dropped open as that coil got tighter and tighter, that heat bubbling beneath becoming a rolling boil. “ha-harry” you moaned out softly, grabbing his shoulders, writhing beneath his body, your tummy contracting as you felt that wave of pleasure beginning to turn to a tsunami. “I’m-I’m -fuck, ah!”

He grinned, ferally, and bit the curve of your neck and you came hard, fireworks exploding in your vision and your hearing going white as you came, white-hot pleasure pulsing from your neck as harry broke your skin, your blood filling his mouth and his rolled to the back of his head-his hips stopping with him deep inside you, coming just as hard as you did.

You groaned at the dull feeling of his cum, keeping him on top of you as you felt waves of pleasure roll over you, your blood dripping down your skin and Harry's chin. He pulled back with a gasping huff, his eyes wide-and if you were coherent, you’d notice them changing colors, like his scales-looking down at your new bite wound, that quickly healed. “wh-wha?” he croaked, reaching to your neck and tracing his fingers against your new scar. The perfect imprint of his teeth on your skin.

“Mating bite” you whispered as you came back down to earth, your instincts purring with delight as they felt the bite and his cum deep inside you. “I accepted you as my mate-your instincts drove you to make it official.” Harry swallowed, glancing between his bite and you. “I can do it to you too? If you want.” Harry’s head tipped up; his breathing heavy. You grinned, and sat up slightly, moaning quietly at the feeling of him still deep inside you. “I want a yes, Meus amor” Harry nearly came again from the words on your lips, shivers running down his spine and running through his limps as he nodded, a raspy yes escaping him.

You took his head, his eyes heavy as he gazed down at you, his pupils blown. You licked the crook of his neck, feeling your fangs protrude a bit, you purred to comfort him-and then you bit him, his blood filling your mouth as Harry nearly collapsed, coming inside you again as he gasped and moaned, his eyes flashing hundreds of shades as pleasure exploded through his body.

He cried out your name, his cheeks blazing hot as you licked his wound clean and pulled back-watching as it quickly healed, your bond now official. He collapsed beside you, pulling out as he did, panting as he came down from his 2nd high. “Holy fuck,” he muttered, tossing his arm over his eyes as you rolled over to cuddle into him, his other arm automatically going around your waist. “in less than two weeks, I went from single to a bonded mate.” Harry joked, and you laughed, leaning up to kiss his cheek, your hand sneaking around and caressing his bite.

He glanced at you, his eyes peeking out from under his arm curiously. “is that normal? To move that fast?” you shrugged at his question, drawing designs on his chest, admiring the shimmer of his scales that popped thanks to his sweat. “Depends, soulmate bonds move much quicker than chosen bonds, my parents weren’t soulmates, dated for about two years before they became bonded mates. But my aunt did find her soulmate and they were practically married within half a year.” You shrugged again “It really depends on the couple, we also just-kinda speed ran all this; thanks to the drug” you joked, resting your head on Harry’s chest as he laughed, the rumble vibrating through your ears.

“Soulmates are a thing fer merpeople?” Harry asked, looking as if something had finally clicked, his arm drawing down to take your hand, but you were distracted by his wonderful eyes, humming as you nodded. “Yeah, chosen by the gods. Some mers never find them, but can find love all the same. Some don’t-and they’re perfectly fine with that, my uncle's aro: so he had zero problems with not having a mate. Some have human soulmates, like Ariel and Eric.” Harry nodded, looking up at the ceiling. “Do…” he started, licking his lips nervously “do ye think we’re soulmates?” you giggled, leaning up to kiss him gently, nodding as you rested your forehead against his.

“Usually mers don’t become bonded mates within two weeks.” you teased, giggling as Harry rolled his eyes, taking your waist and rolling over, trapping you with his arms “hey~!!” Harry just mimicked your squealing cry, kissing you over and over, hand on your hip.

“im glad I found ye that night” Harry whispered after a few quiet moments, and you smiled, taking his jaw and kissing him softly, licking his bottom lip before pulling away. “me too” you whispered back, holding him close as he adjusted to lay halfway on you, his nose going to the crook of your neck, his lips on your bite.

You both fell asleep like that, Harry soon waking back up and adjusting the both of you till you were beneath his sheets-cleaning you up gently before he fell back asleep in the crook of your neck; your arms automatically wrapping around him and holding him close.

-end of p5-

Suscipio te protectorem, provisorem meum, et dilectum meum.* = I accept you as my protector, my provider, and my beloved.

*KICKS DOORS OPEN* BOOM BABY.

I’M BACK(kinda)

I got like HELLA inspired by a Tumblr mutual of mine(who is a fucking menace YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE) and finally just-kicked the bucket~!!! I dunno if I’m back back but I’ll see about slowly updating just this fic-and I’ll slowly smooth back into writing for Harry. For now, please be patient as I figure out where to go from here(I know the basic plot-I just-don’t wanna rush it~!) but anyways-I have some extra art and MB for yall on the next page/post~!(for Wattpad/AO3, Tumblr should already have these arts and mbs lol)

Anyways thank yall for waiting and reading~ also as I was writing the last bit-I realized I lowkey wrote an A/B/O fic XDXDXD

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