#none of his villain coworkers are invited

[knight-says-nanana]

Ed doesn’t celebrate any winter holidays, they’re all religious and he’s agnostic.

To him, this means unlike everyone else he can use the Holliday season for planning and get a head start on crimes for the next year.

To Harley, this means he’s free to come celebrate Hanukkah with her and Batsy. It’s non-optional. He’s better at cooking than her and she wants to introduce Ivy to alllll the holiday treats.

[insomniac-jay]

The Watchers | Rogues Gallery

Like their enemies the Batfam, the Watchers have their own rogues gallery. It's a running joke among them that none of the Batfam would survive the villains they have to deal with.

Without further ado, here are (some of) the rogues of the Watchers.

@floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @jasontoddssuper @honeysgalaxy @moonage-gaydream @theautisticcentre @peachyblkdemonslayer

Lorelei Jackson | Black Butterfly

Lorelei was a superstar in the jewelry world thanks to her revolutionary lab grown gems. Having been bullied in the past for her permanent blindness in one eye, making a name for herself was important to Lorelei. However, trouble brewed when the lab producing her gems was shut down.

She didn't descend into villainy right away, though; instead trying to stay on the path of good by partnering with another lab. Things were fine until she was presented with a lawsuit for false advertising after it was found that the new gems were fake, forcing her to shut down her jewelry store in the process.

Lorelei broke into her new lab and discovered they were indeed producing fake diamonds made of plastic. Enraged, she destroyed the false gems and burned down the lab. After she settled her lawsuit, she sued the lab and left in search of a new market.

Depressed, Lorelei tried hard to find new ways to revive her jewelry store, but with no luck. Her criminal career started out with stealing things that her friends and others in her circle wouldn't really care about like expensive perfumes and other cosmetic items to small jewelry. But she quickly bored of this and longed for something greater.

That something greater came when she moved to Gotham, where she found fresh meat, and new things, to steal. Her first major heist caught the attention of the Watchers. While escaping, her Metagene awakened and a swarm of butterflies surrounded her pursuers, allowing her to get away.

Unlike other jewel thieves, Lorelei repurposes her stolen goods for her collections by replicating them.

Takashi | King Card & Lucille Imai | Lucky Lucy

King Card & Lucky Lucy are a husband and wife duo of high rollers and bosses of the Deal Devils organized crime syndicate. The couple control a significant amount of casinos in Gotham. They are business partners of both Penguin and Madame Nightshade.

King Card was born Takashi Imai, a Japanese immigrant from Atlantic City. As a child, Takashi never did well in school, instead preferring to spend time at the local pachinko parlors and watching people play. At some point during his high school years, he went into one and ended up winning. Takashi would come back to the parlor for his remaining years in Japan before immigrating to the United States.

Takashi ended up getting a job at a casino in Atlantic City. He took great joy in the job since American gambling was much more high strategy than pachinko. During his lunch breaks, he'd play with either his coworkers or others, often betting highly.

One day, one of the patrons noticed Takashi playing poker with some of his coworkers and invited him to play at his table, to which Takashi gladly accepted. Little did he know, this was a table full of billionaires. Sensing the high reward he'd earn if he won, Takashi made high bets and put his gambling skills to the test.

As for Lucky Lucy, she was born Lucille Harrington in South Carolina. Lucy was a daredevil with a love of danger and the wild side of things. As an adult, she left South Carolina and headed to Hollywood to work as a stuntwoman. She appeared in a few blockbuster movies, but her career was ultimately cut short because she was too much of an adrenaline junkie and often overdid her stunts.

Needing another source of income, Lucy turned to gambling. While it wasn't as physically exhilarating, she got a high from wagering large amounts of money; earning her a reputation as a high roller. Lucy won all her matches and was called "Lucky Lucy" as a result of her long win streak.

At some point, Takashi and Lucy ended up gambling against each other. Takashi enjoyed Lucy's confidence in both herself and her plays while Lucy took great pleasure in Takashi's strategy. Their match came to a draw, but both wanted more.

Neither of them are Metahumans, but it doesn't make them any less of threats. Especially Lucy since she used to be a stuntwoman.

Albert Quigley | Charon

Albert is the Scarecrow of the Watchers, only more terrifying and unpredictable. There's a lot of mysteries surrounding his past. Rumors range from a villain for hire that worshipped the Devil to a former professor of economics at Gotham University. A few things are certain for sure, though: he has a son named Newton, his name is Albert Quigley, and that he's not a Metahuman but not a human either.

Albert has quite a few abilities including the power to quite literally remove the soul from a person's body, emitting a thick black haze, and to disappear and reappear at will.

Edith Holloway | Starlet

A former child star, Edith's descent into villainy was a long time coming. Neither of her parents cared about her other when they weren't exploiting her and her talents, Jobs and gigs stopped coming in as she got older, and she found herself struggling with alcoholism. After an encounter with Masquerade, another enemy of the Watchers, she turned her talents into becoming a master conwoman and thief. During one heist, Edith discovered her Metahuman powers that she calls "movie magic", which allows her to create various special effects used in films.

Laurent Belisle | Masquerade

Laurent is one of their most formidable opponents. He has no agenda or grand ideology; his goal is to be the greatest showman the world has ever seen. Born to a poor but normal, the performing arts have always been Laurent's outlet to express himself--even if his performances are illegal. He started out as a street performer before being scouted by an acting troupe. While he had superb acting skills, him and his troupe were underpaid.

Donning a Venetian mask, Laurent and his troupe robbed their bosses and vanished into the night. They continued this with any theater that hired them and just about any place else that had money and other valuables while at the same time making it a spectacle.

[fictional-reylin]

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ Chapter 0: Bakugō Kurisu

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.055

Author's Notes: This is just an introduction to my OC and some info about her. there isn't much since this is chapter zero and a prequel to the story. If you want an alternative, you can just check her Unvale profile.

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It was the end of Kurisu’s shift, the shades of orange and pink that were painting the sky previously slowly fading into a deep blue and the stars starting to get little by little more visible. Yet she did not look ready to go home, too preoccupied with the paperwork that was stacked on her desk. Nobody really warned future heroes that the job required more than punch villains, including but not limited to a very detailed report of why they needed to intervene and not the police. Not that she minded, having very good hearing and being in the Bakugō household wasn’t the best combination, especially when anything could trigger her younger brother’s anger issues. Plus, the fact that she could earn more by staying late wasn’t such a bad idea.

But of course, her co-workers didn’t have the same point of view. Being a bunch of underground pro heroes didn’t stop them from being judgy people. Passing by her desk towards the exit, they would whisper all kinds of satirical remarks and mean comments that she tried to ignore. Some talking about her being a workaholic, others about how she doesn’t have anyone besides her work. She could easily snap back, it's not like they were particularly sneaky with their issues, but she didn’t have the energy to be mean spirited.

Eventually she had enough of it and tried to finish everything as soon as possible to finally go home. Going to the changing rooms, she quickly put on her casual outfit before finally exiting the building and walking towards the metro. Standing between the rows of faceless people, she let out an annoyed sigh. Her being bullied by her co-workers was not a daily occurrence in the office, but that did not stop her from feeling down. Especially when life's little troubles like being stuck between a sea of loud people was added to the list. It was enough that she had to fight villains all day long, she didn’t need them to add a toll on her mental health as well. The fact that they almost all were the same age as her didn’t really help her situation. Sometimes it did really feel she was behind everyone else in her personal life.

Finally hearing her stop, she made her way out before continuing walking down the dark alleys of the neighbourhood towards her home, them being only illuminated by the city lights and the faint moonlight. It was mostly a quiet area, so at her ears annoyingly turned at every little chirp and squeak, instinctively looking out for any sort of danger nearby. Thankfully, she arrived home without any troubles, and as soon she entered, she was greeted by the sight of her parents sitting at the kitchen island, having already finished dinner and simply talking about their day to each other. Masaru sharing the same feline quirk easily heard her quiet entry and turned around to look at her and soon Mitsuki followed suit.

“Evening Kurisu, how was your shift ?”

“Oh, you know dad, getting beaten by villains and then coworkers thinking they’re being funny. Amazing.”

“I would’ve beaten them up if I were you.”

“I know you would, mum, but I can't legally do that”

She talked to them a bit more, before the tiredness finally got to her, and she bid her parents goodnight. Once she was upstairs, she was about to head to her room, before Kurisu glanced at her brother's room. His door being slightly open, she took it as an invitation to peeked inside, finding him immersed in whatever he was working on at the moment, probably some project she guessed; so much so that he took off his hearing aids so that no one would disturb him. Being the big sister that she is, she of course did not care and sat on his bed, waiting for him to notice her while she watched him with curious eyes. Her tail swayed left and right, waiting for her little brother to finally notice her and as a bonus maybe scare him a bit in the process.

“The hell are you doing ?!”

He finally noticed, and while he put on his hearing aids back on, she couldn’t help but laugh at how long it took him to do so.

“Better question, what are you so hung up on ? Normally you would’ve noticed me sooner.”

“My hero costume…” He rolled his eyes, a bit frustrated that she was right, before turning back to his desk.

“Oh right… You passed the exam. Want some advice ?”

A couple of seconds passed before he eventually agreed to her help and sat beside her on the bed with a bunch of papers in his hand, explaining what he wanted in his costume. She also explained any possible flaws in it regarding the usefulness or the materials of the fabric. An hour and a half a passed before they eventually settled on a costume that he liked enough. She smiled, only for him to let out a grumble and laying on his bed.

“Thanks… now get out of my room” He pointed to the door, pulling out his phone to further emphasize that he wanted her out of here.

She clicked her tongue in slight annoyance and got up. Murmuring insults that he couldn’t hear, and him yelling at her to repeat herself. She then went into her room, laid down on her own bed and started calling her one of the two only friends that she had.

“Hey Tenko. You’re working the night shift all the time at our agency, right ?”

“Hey Kurisu. Yeah, since I got that daytime job, I switched to night shift. Why ?”

“Oh you know… Thinking of switching. People don’t have the energy to insult you at night.”

She heard a huff of amusement at the end of the other line, “Right… I’ll talk about it when I get there, will see if someone is willing to switch.”

Little did she know that she was about to change not only her work hours but also her relationship status. Her judgy coworkers finally did something useful for her for the first and final time.

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Fun fact ! Coming up with a title was harder than I thought because I wanted something funny, but I didn't want people to think that I was shipping Katsuki and his teacher by the title...

[writer-panda]

Ruin and Rebirth - Chapter 1

Ruin and Rebirth

Chapter 2

Inspired by @jumpingjoy82 on Tumblr. Thank you for the amazing prologue.

I don’t own the characters, only the plot. Miraculous and Justice League belong to their respective creators

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"It's okay Marinette. Everything is going to be fine. You’re too young to understand, but it was for the greater good."

To young.

TO YOUNG!

It was all the Justice League's fault. If they kept their incompetent asses out of Paris, none of this would have happened.

Apparently, they just spontaneously decided to go through the Watchtower’s recycling bin, and what they found astonished them. Years upon years worth of pleas for help from Paris.

They decide to finally investigate, and it just so happens that it was during an Akuma Attack, and they threw everything the Parisian heroes were telling them out of the window, wanting to do things their own way.

Superman was one of the ones there.

And they learned just how far the Miracle Cure could go.

He decided to use his super strength and threw a car at the akumatized victim, who moved out of the way at the last minute, so the car sailed right through the Tom & Sabine Bakery, promptly, catching on fire, giving no time for the people inside to get out. No one got out alive.

Ladybug froze for a moment, before fighting with more determination than before, knowing that the Miracle Cure would bring them back.

She was wrong, which brings us back to this point.

"I don't give a damn about you so-called 'greater good' and now you’re telling me, that I'm too young to understand, but am I too young to experience it? Too young to actually see everything and everyone I love torn from me because of these heroes?! Why the hell are they here now? Where were they when this first started? What changed? And now, because of them, my entire family is dead!"

After that everything was hazy, but she knew, she hated superheroes.

They never knew when to stop, and just like Chat Noir, they expected to be praised for whatever happens, no matter if there were casualties or not.

The world would be better off without them.

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The sun has long since set over Paris. The fires were still burning in some parts of town. For the first time since Ladybug first appeared, the citizens of Paris felt true fear. It was ironic. They didn’t fear the akuma. They feared the heroes that came to their rescue. For the first time in four years, the casualties were piling up. And the akuma was responsible for none.

True, many of them initially asked for it. With each fight, Ladybug and Chat Noir were taking longer. It’s been obvious for some time that they were slowly being worn out. Some media started to criticize the duo, question their skills, age, their right to act in Paris. They weren’t part of the UN Justice League Charter. Their only real authority came from the trust of the citizens themselves. And that trust was lost. The civilian pleas to the Justice League increased in number and frequency. Under public pressure, the mayor had no choice but to issue an official plea for help.

But then, then… the heroes came. 

In retrospection, almost everyone would agree that it was a mistake. Justice League was not used to fighting magical threats. They weren’t practiced in dealing with possessed villains. They didn’t understand. And they treated Ladybug and Chat Noir worse than sidekicks. 

That flying chicken even dared to wrap Chat Noir in a metal bar so he wouldn’t get in the way. 

Ladybug… tried her best. She allowed herself to trust the new heroes. She stopped saving every civilian from the rubble. She focused on the akuma. If heroes didn’t bother with the lives, it must’ve meant they trusted her cure, right?

WRONG

They were like a tank, riding through the city with a singular goal in mind. 

It didn’t help that they deemed the akuma a “world-level threat”. Yeah, right. Stormy Weather was powerful, but the damage could’ve been repaired. 

Or so she thought.

The volcanos, the tsunami, the tornadoes, the earthquakes? Those were fixed. The rubble caused by them was put back in place and those who suffered under them were better than new. 

But not the damage caused by the heroes. 

Not the bakery.

There was no magic in what happened. There was nothing to reverse. Those were human actions. For the first time perhaps, the people could see how much of the damage caused by the fight was the fault of heroes. How many deaths they caused. That is if they admitted, before themselves at least, that it was their fault. 

And yet, the so-called ‘heroes’ dared to lecture her about responsibility. About the sacrifice of few for the lives of many. About the innocence of young. 

She ran away. She managed to dodge them and vanish. Meld with the crowd when there were no cameras in sight and she was sure they couldn’t track her. 

Now, Ladybug stood alone on the top of the Eiffel tower, with her yo-yo communicator in her hand. She sent the message fifteen minutes ago. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but at this point, she no longer cared. There was nothing more for her. 

“He thought this was a trap.” A voice spoke from behind her. Ladybug twisted immediately, taking a guarded stance. She was still avoiding the Justice League after all. Before her stood… someone. She suspected it was an Akuma. The woman had pale skin and wore a black dress, black gloves, and a black veil over her face. 

“It isn’t. I’m alone. The city suffered enough as it is today. I suffered enough.” Ladybug’s voice cracked slightly.

“I see…” The akuma pursed her lips. For a moment, a purple butterfly appeared over her face before the woman nodded. “Fine. Give me your miraculous and I will take you to him.” 

“That isn’t going to work and you know it. You would just leave me stuck here. I’m willing to offer a token of goodwill though.” With that, Ladybug pulled a necklace and dangled it before the akuma. 

“Is that…?” 

“The miraculous of the fox? Yes. No tricks. I want to negotiate. In-person.” She made sure to emphasize the last part. 

The outline of the butterfly appeared in front of the Akuma’s face for a moment before she silently nodded. “I can lead you to him, but not before you reveal your face.”

“Fine.” Ladybug didn’t hesitate. She was past that point long ago. There was no hesitation, no doubt… no regret. Not for her actions anyway. No more.

In the flash of light, instead of Ladybug, Marinette stood before the akuma. 

“You’re…” the woman’s voice was stuck in her throat.

“I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” 

Tikki, floating nearby gasped in fear. The Kwami didn’t get a chance to explain before Marinette resumed her transformation. 

“Fine. Let’s go.”

The two leaped from the tower and started to zoom over the city. At first, they remained silent. Neither wanted to speak. It was tense anyway. It was, of course, Marinette who broke the silence first. 

“Your… your look. Have you lost someone today?”

The woman didn’t answer immediately. She appeared to be mulling over the question at first. Or wondering if she should answer.

“A… colleague; coworker. He was… a friend of mine you could say. We’ve been working side-by-side for at least a decade.”

“I see…” Marinette pursed her lips into a thin line. “I’m sorry.” She spoke up after a moment. “I imagine you blame me now?”

“No.” The akuma snapped. “You’re just a child. I put the blame where it belongs. With heroes. And with people who chose to invite them.” 

“Not hawkmoth?” Escaped ladybug’s mouth before she realized it. 

“He… he never wanted this either. He isn’t a villain you believe him to be.” The akuma hesitated for a moment, but Marinette could sense it was her own opinion. She filed it in her brain under interesting. 

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When they arrived at Agreste manor, Marinette was surprised.

When they entered the study, she was baffled.

When they went down the secret elevator, she was angry. 

When she stood before Hawkmoth, she was furious. And it wasn’t because he was her mortal enemy. 

“So that’s why you neglect your only son?!” She screamed at him as soon as he turned to see her. His mouth moved, probably to give some excuse. “I don’t care if you want to rule the world or be a god or whatever. No matter what little sick excuse your brain found to justify your actions. You are not allowed to just ignore Adrien like that! He needs a father. He is a teenager and he needs you!” 

“Madmoiselle Dupain-Cheng.” His voice was cold, but in a different way than she ever heard Gabriel Agreste or Hawkmoth speak. 

“Gabriel Agreste. And I assume you akumatized your Assistant, Nathalie?” She pointed to the woman next to her. 

“Astute observation, Ladybug. You risked a lot coming here to speak with me. I could take your miraculous now, or any other time. You gave me your most precious protection: your secret identity. So… what was that important?”

“I want to know. What is so important to you that you’re willing to go any length to get it?”

“That’s it?” Hawkmoth raised an eyebrow. “That’s all? You’re ready to risk everything over that little piece of knowledge?”

“Yes.” Once more, there was no hesitation. There was no doubt. Her heart had no place for doubts anymore. Her heart was still stuck under three levels worth of rubble. 

“And what, pray tell, would you do if I told you?” He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. 

“That depends.” She could see he was now intrigued, so she started to explain. “On whether I like the goal or not. And on whether you understand fully the implications. If you pass, you will get my miraculous and I will deliver you Chat Noir’s miraculous too. If you fail, you still get my miraculous. But you will never get the ring. I made sure that if something happens tonight, he will retire. He will leave Paris and toss the ring into the ocean in a concrete box. You would be left to torture the city all you wish until the League found you, but the ring’s power would forever remain out of your reach. You would be left with nothing but a criminal record. And your son would sooner than later be left without both parents. Of course, you could abandon your crusade, but then I would’ve won. I’m not a naive girl without a plan. Not anymore.” She spat the last part angrily, but her gaze was not focused on Hawkmoth, but far in the distance. 

“I… see. Clever. You’re right. This will probably end tonight.” He looked her over top to bottom. It was the first time he stood so close face to face with Ladybug. His nemesis. 

Gabriel wasn’t sure if he was impressed with her, or infuriated. Scratch that, he was sure he was both. She outsmarted him. She was willing to make an ultimate sacrifice for the sake of ending the fight. In that very moment, in her determined expression, he saw a reflection of another headstrong woman he knew. It was as if Emilie’s spirit stood before him. 

“So? How will it be?” she asked impatiently.

“Follow me.” He simply motioned for her and started walking. 

Soon, the group entered a large chamber, lit by several lights. In the center of a platform in the far end stood a glass coffin. Even from the distance, Marinette easily saw there was a woman inside. She was quick to pass Hawkmoth and get there, even as he was trying to grab her.

When the akuma and Gabriel arrived, they watched as Marinette was carefully pacing around the coffin and muttering under her breath. 

“She overused the damaged miraculous.” It wasn’t a question, but Hawkmoth answered anyway.

“Yes. Only the wish can bring her back.”

“You’re one of the biggest idiots in this whole city!” The girl screamed. “She is not dead, you moron. There are literally five different ways listed in the book which, may I remind you, you possess!” She continued to yell at him. “Hell! You could akumatize someone and give him healing power. You know… use the butterfly miraculous like it was meant to be used!” She scolded. “But nooo! You’ve got to be an idiot and immediately go for the most dangerous, imprecise, reckless, chaotic, risky solution there was! I’m sure she would’ve been ashamed.” 

Gabriel was at a loss for words. Was it really that easy? It couldn’t have been. He checked several times. He would’ve known. The akuma left Nathalie, who collapsed onto the ground. Some tear stains were now visible on her face. “I… I was just… I did what she told me. Only the wish can bring back the dead.” He stammered. 

“She. Is. Not. Dead.” Marinette made sure to punctuate each word. “She is in a coma. She is alive you moron. Tikki! Spots off!” The flash of light signaled the end of her transformation. “Be silent, little one.” She said in a caring voice. She couldn’t bring herself to take her anger on Kwami, but she couldn’t doubt now. “Akumatize me. Give me the power to heal her.”

The corruption left the akuma that was floating in the air, only for Hawkmoth to get his hands around the white butterfly and pour a new dose of power into it. It flew the short distance between them and sunk into Marinette’s purse. She smirked as the corrupted energy passed through her, turning her into an akuma. That is until she could see how she looked. 

“I’m not sure how you can call yourself a designer and yet dress me in this!” she complained. Her skin was now deep red, the color of blood, and her clothes turned into a white nurse uniform. Still, she walked to the coffin and easily opened the top. From her purse (now medic’s bag) she pulled a needle and injected the content into Emilie.

When the beautiful woman started to move, letting out an exhausted groan, Marinette sighed in relief. 

“Wha… what’s going on… the last thing I… Gabriel!” She bolted upright and immediately moaned in pain. Her hand instinctively flew to her back. “Gabriel Agreste! Did you keep me in this coffin for a whole week!?” She yelled at her husband. “And who’re those two?” She pointed at Marinette, who was smiling next to her, and Nathalie, still exhausted on the floor. “You were supposed to only reveal this to Adrien if anything happened to me. There was no talk about your assistant and… um, who’re you?” The woman turned to the akuma, who sighed and tore a strap of her bag. The butterfly left the item and Marinette reverted back to her normal form. 

“I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I’m… was… used to be Ladybug.” 

“But you’re just a kid. And why was Ladybug active… Gabriel!” She roared and her husband took a step back. 

Marinette was… surprised. She didn’t expect Emilie to be like that. From what Adrien told her, she was supposed to be the kindest, nicest person in the world. Then again, he might’ve been looking at it through tinted glasses.

“Yup.” The bluenette couldn’t stop herself from commenting. “He decided that the best way to wake you up was to get the miraculi of Ladybug and Black Cat.”

“You nincompoop. That plan was only for when I was dead.” She glared heatedly at her husband and Marinette couldn’t help but be a bit smug. “And you couldn’t get the items from a kid? How many other heroes are there?” 

“Only Chat Noir. He’s my age. And I sometimes call in some help from others.” Marinette supplied quickly. She was having entirely too much fun from watching Emilie tear Hawkmoth a new one. 

“Two kids! You couldn’t defeat two kids! I leave for just one second and you start getting your rear kicked by kids!”

“He also neglected Adrien for the last two years.” Marinette decided to have as much fun as she could while it lasted.

“Gabriel Agreste. You’re officially grounded until I sort this mess. Now take your secretary and leave. I will sort the mess with you later,” she ordered. Her husband could only nod and leave as quickly as possible. 

Marinette was now holding her sides laughing. ”That was amazing. Merci Madame Agreste. I didn’t think I would get to laugh tonight… But this was too good.” 

“Oh sunshine, don’t worry. I will get him in line for you. Whoever decided to let kids fight for them was clearly sick or senile.” 

“Master Fu was… he made some mistakes. I… maybe if I wasn’t so young…”

“It’s not your fault. Whatever you blame yourself for. You shouldn’t have been responsible for Paris. Or whatever else my husband did. I think some time on the couch will do him great.” The woman got up and walked over to pull Marinette into a hug. She then led the girl back to the (now half-open) coffin and seated them both on the edge. “Why don’t you tell me what ails you? I’m sure I can help.” 

For a moment, Marinette looked the woman in the eyes. Then, she started talking. She told her everything.

About a class full of idiots who believed every lie and actively fought against her.

About Lila, who manipulated everyone and did everything to turn her life into a personal version of hell. 

About the teachers, who preferred to let her be walked on then do their jobs.

About her partner, the dorky cat who couldn’t take life seriously and at times was immature. She came to like his antics, but he infuriated her as much as he kept her sane. 

About the so-called heroes, who came into the city and ruined her life.

About the destroyed bakery. The four bodies inside.

“It was her birthday. Today my nonna had her sixtieth birthday. We were celebrating when the Akuma happened. Except the Justice League came. Funny thing. The cure can return anyone killed by magic. It can’t return those killed by aliens tossing cars around.” 

“Do you have any other family?” Emilie asked, worried about the girl. She walked through so much pain in her short life. 

“My uncle… but he lives in Shanghai now. Papa was the only child and Maman moved here from Asia… I’m not sure what will happen next.” The girl revealed. 

“Next? Next, you will come live with us. No strings attached. I have no need for your earrings or other miraculous and I can keep my husband in check. I owe you that much.”

“I… you don’t owe me anything, Madame.” The girl quickly protested. “You’re not responsible for what happened. I don’t blame your family. Those were the American heroes who killed my parents. They were the ones that destroyed half the city. They are the ones to blame,” Marinette informed the woman in a solemn tone. 

“And that’s why I want you to stay with me. With us. I can protect you. Teach you. You can have your vengeance on those who wronged you. I can make you a queen. They will regret the day they wronged you.”

“I… I accept.” Marinette bowed her head.

[nikkywrites]

The Superhero Next Door // Part One

Summary: Starla moves in with her sister. Things get better. Then she notices her new neighbor and not in a good way.

Based off this prompt/idea by @caffeinewitchcraft

This one has been reworked a bit. Still the same story though, just fixed how Starla notices Duke, basically. That’s the biggest change.

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"That would be a literal blessing," her sister says, sighing into the phone with hope that pierces through the static of low reception.

"Well," Starla sighs, hand on her hip, looking at the stacked boxes in her apartment, artfully ignoring the eviction notice laying on the kitchen counter. "I kind of don't have a place to live past Thursday, so I don't have much of a choice."

"Well, you're always welcome to come take the guest room."

Starla rubs the bridge of her nose. "I can't afford any rent, though."

"You don't need to pay rent, " Melissa insists, words garbled by the piercing sound of a crying baby. There's some rustling, sound muffled as she deals with the crying newborn. "You're my sister,” she continues, voice softer as she soothes the baby, practically cooing. "It's no problem and you'd be doing me a huge favor anyways, with the kids."

"Okay," Starla says, nodding to herself, like she has options and a choice. "Let's do it."

So she moves in.

It’s what’s best for both them, what with Starla’s apartment block being torn down to place a strip mall, and with Melissa having two new babies that she was raising solo. This was better for both of them, and it would help restore their bond that had been neglected since they had both reached adulthood and thrown themselves into work and romance.

This was good.

Starla moves in easily, happy to be closer to her sister and niece and nephew, but missing the busyness of city life.

She’s a babysitter now. Glorified, with her lack of rent, and definitely overpaid, but still a babysitter.

It’s exhausting, so maybe not so much overpaid or glorified. Maybe she had underestimated the amount of work and attention two babies took.

Watching one baby is difficult, but two? It’s the only thing that fills her day, and it does a fantastic job of doing so. It takes time, and after only a few days, she’s become adept at holding them both at once and caring for both of their needs.

She’s becoming a good aunt, she thinks. A solid second parent to the tiny babies who will never meet the man tied to them by blood. It’s hard, but she loves them and that makes it worth it.

It doesn’t take long for her to familiarize herself with the neighbors. 

Casey from down the block walks her two Shepherd mixes twice a day every day. Mat from across the street brings his sons to the park three days a week. Leslie jogs at six in the morning before work. Jake brought her a welcoming tin of muffins when he noticed that she’d moved in, a joint gift from him and his wife. Kay from the end of the road hosts a weekly hang out that she kindly sent her an invitation to alongside a welcome note.

None of them are who catches her attention, though. It’s Duke, who is her new direct neighbor who catches her eye. She’s never bumped into him or anything, but she’s acutely aware of his existence.

She’s-- she doesn’t mean to spy, but she’s sure that he’s no normal neighbor.

She’s fairly convinced that he’s a Super, actually.

No one in the neighborhood suspects, no idle gossip whispered when she questioned about the new neighbor who hasn’t bothered (or noticed) that someone new has moved into the house next door. He’s fairly secluded among everyone.

He doesn’t go to Kay’s hangouts. He’s just home to sleep, everyone says. He’s not a social guy. He does, though, travel into the city pretty often for hours at a time. Some of it is on a schedule.

Some of it is not.

Starla has... perhaps checked the news when he does, to see how often it lines up with city Super sightings, but it doesn’t enough for obvious eyebrows to be raised. But she knows that Supers don’t always go out in suits when they’re working, so it’s an iffy measurement from the start.

It doesn’t damn or clear him.

Not much would. But she’d find what she had to. If he was low-level, she’d be fine with it. It was the high tiers who couldn’t escape from their work. Who’s work followed them after they shrugged off the suit and the mask and the name.

It was fine if he wasn’t dangerous. She wasn’t planning on outing him. She just needed to know if he was safe.

After she learned that, she’d leave him be.

It’s his fault for being obvious. He comes home bruised and battered from an office job. He has odd hours. He’s left for the city at night a time or two, speeding out of his driveway in a hurry. No one has ever been in his house. No one has said anything more then hello or good morning to him. He was a ghost. A picture of what it looked like when someone was trying to be invisible.

It was suspicious. It had her gut rolling in unease.

Scones are how she decides to start. it’s polite to bake goods for neighbors and scones are bland enough he probably won’t hate them. It’ll open the door of her getting closer.

The twins are napping when she gets the chance to start throwing the batch together. She hopes they sleep for the hour or so it’ll take for her to throw it in the oven because she’s starting it from scratch. They don’t, of course, or more specifically, Cassie doesn’t.

She abandons the bowl of unmixed powders with liquid poured over the top like a faulty volcano to scoop up the crying baby.  “Hey baby,” she coos, swiping a finger over a soft, velvet cheek as she bounces softly. “Whatcha crying for, huh?”

She settles fairly quickly, her large eyes drifting down. Carefully, Starla sets her back into the rocker and returns to baking, sacrificing time for silence. 

They sleep through the rest of mixing and shaping into triangle-esque blobs. It’s after she sets the timer that they wake again, and she’s quick to go over and give them another feeding, and a diaper change for Benjamin.

Caring for them both had seemed impossible, at the beginning, but now it was as easy as breathing.

Her life is turning around, rising from the bland routine it had fallen into. A brightening comet that lights her night sky.

Things were much less stressful now. She enjoyed her day to day, which she didn’t before. She’d loved the city, but it hadn’t been kind to her and the eviction notice was just the straw that broke her. That sent her away. The suburbs were nice, too, though, and she was close enough to the city to be satisfied.

It was safer, too.

Or, it was statistically. She’d never suspected her apartment floormates or coworkers to be Supers. Now she was determined her neighbor was one. Now she was worried about it.

Back at her apartment, a ripped-up street was just another Thursday. Rubble blocking a road was normal. It hadn’t disturbed her too much. Life was boring.

It wasn’t now. And not just because of the twins. She had a mystery, too.

She likes mysteries. Puzzles and games and books. She likes to guess who the villain is, in thriller stories and in mystery books. She guesses right sometimes and she doesn’t on others, but she likes attempting. At trying to slot together all the little clues and dissecting the truth from a heap of mostly inconsequential evidence.

As a kid, she’d wanted to be a police officer. Her dad had watched a lot of crime shows and she’d liked watching them fit pieces together to bring justice. It looked fun, when it was on TV.

Then she grew up. She learned that police work was a lot more boring and restricting than the shows made it out to be. Cops were just second-rate overlooked heroes. They got all the paperwork. None of the glory. They did the stakeouts and the waiting. All of the parts that were a slog. Heroes got the benefits. Her fire had been snuffed out. but she still loved the idea of it.

She still likes solving mysteries. And even if she didn’t-- she doesn’t like the idea of someone dangerous living next to her family. 

What if a fight followed him home and a Super battle broke out? If Supers started fighting that close, there would be nothing she could do.

It was best she figured out what kind of Super her new neighbor was . If she was lucky, he was just a nonpowered, try hard vigilante. Which was kind of illegal, but not particularly dangerous. But that was if she was lucky. If she was unlucky, then they were in danger just because of their proximity to him.

Living in the city, she’d seen too many new reports of mangled office buildings, smoking apartment buildings, has seen too much of the wreckage fighting leaves behind on the streets and the buildings and the people. It had so much impact on people. It was a very destructive thing to happen.

There was a reason why most of city budget goes to upkeep and repair. Super battles break everything and because they’re doing good, they don’t face punishment.

Starla is pretty indifferent to Supers. She knows that they’re expensive and destructive. They’re good too. Now she just doesn’t want that near her sister and the babies.

She was going to figure out just how much danger they were in. Exactly how much.

She was going to figure out Duke’s secret identity.

*****

Done! This one was a struggle to do for some reason. I think it’s a tad better now, though.

[gentrychild]

80 + 79 + (AFO × Inko)

Green-Eyed Epiphany +  Anger Born of Worry

Oh, I know that one. I knew exactly how it would go from the moment I saw the tropes.

Inko doesn’t have the time for romance so she turns out the charming, handsome, really nice, well built coworker (he owns the company she’s working for but don’t expect AFO to tell her that) who invited her for dinner. Hisashi doesn’t mind and they still talk every day. Inko appreciates both his conversation and the fact he always brings the good coffee. 

But then, one day, he sees her hanging out with another woman??? And they’re drinking coffee together??? And of course, it’s none of her business but she does look dangerous. Does he even know who she is? 

And she was right to worry! She is a villain! She is a dangerous criminal who might hurt Inko’s coworker so it’s her civic duty to corner him in his office and to scold him for being so trusting.and isn’t he lucky that the cops already arrested her thanks to an anonymous call?

At some point during her ridiculous speach, she admits to herself that she might like Hisashi in a more than friendly way.

All for One was very O.O to lose his most efficient smuggler but it was worth it.

[dontbeunraisonable]

Shielding The Other With Their Body - Tatsuma Ryuko | Ryukyu x OC!Remus Narukami

Requested by: @ajanisapprentice

This is prompt #8 from my 100 follower special!! Thank you so much my dear for sharing your oc with me! I really really enjoyed reading this all and I'm excited to talk more about them! There is a short summary of them here so those interested can take a little peek :D

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: none?, i can't write combat scenes i guess :)

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Remus can be a little intimidating at times, especially to those he is not very familiar with. So all the little interns and support workers at the Ryukyu agency tended to be extra polite with him and clear room for him wherever he goes. Careful to avoid his intense yellow eyes.

But this is far from his intention, especially for the younger interns, still students, who are confused and scared of everything. He takes care to give them the gentlest of smiles when passing (children that are already in this line of work need all the support they can get) and point them in the right direction if they are lost. Some of them use this small interaction for bragging rights.

“That nice, blue-haired man smiled at me. I’m taking this as a sign from above not to quit.”

“Same here, he pointed me to HR man so I didn’t look stupid in front of that one sidekick I always manage to make a fool of myself in front of.”

Remus only worked part-time at the Ryukyu agency, as most of his work was moving around different agencies. He worked internationally, being called in for his expertise by agencies. While there he did a little poking around, on his relative’s behalf: investigating how they treat their employees, sticking his snout into things that were wanted secret. Keeping an eye on things he was warned of.

The Ryukyu agency was not at all an entity worthy of investigation. The namesake was a wonderful hero that hadn’t a bad bone in her body, and she made sure all her employees were treated fairly. She did the best she could at everything, and even made sure to seek out female hero students and support members that were often overlooked.

No, the reason Remus was visiting the agency so often was that he enjoyed the company of Ryukyu herself. They had been friends at Yuuei together, and he had helped her found the agency. And now he had developed stronger feelings for her.

It is universally advised for coworkers not to have romantic relationships with each other. It can distract from work, and things can be made awkward if the couple splits or if one has a higher rank in the corporate hierarchy. It’s just generally not advised.

This is especially true for Pro Heroes. The rumor mills can be ruthless, and public support (if not adoration, at least not contempt) is a necessary factor of hero work. Also, Pro Heroes are not people with loads of free time necessary to develop a relationship. And with different schedules, the odds of time together are even smaller. It’s best to not pursue a relationship that is assumed to be doomed at the start.

But logic is usually not the decider of romantic attraction. And Remus couldn’t control how his heart would skip whenever she touched him, accidental or purposeful, or how he felt refreshed after time with her. How he sometimes spoke so highly about her during their conversations that a little pink would dust her cheeks and she would make some comment about “flattery”.

He was sure that she wrote it off as him being blunt with her, not him getting flustered and blurting out his feelings for her.

He wouldn’t ever tell her of his romantic attraction to her. He didn’t want to put her in an awkward situation or risk ruining their friendship, something he valued so highly. Just spending time with her was enough for him. Hearing her voice, seeing her smile. That was enough.

Earlier that morning, Ryukyu texted him and asked him to come of her office.

“Remus,” she said, adjusting her hairpiece, her usual calm smile on her lips, “would you please join me on patrol today? The sidekick scheduled to patrol with me today sprained her ankle, and I would appreciate your company.”

He had, of course, agreed to accompany her. It was now almost noon, and they were walking side by side through the city. It was remarkably quiet, the only disturbance being a dispute between two shop vendors which was quickly resolved when they saw two Pro Heroes walking past. Neither party wanted involvement.

Due to the peacefulness, the two fell to chatting quietly. The usual topics: how her sidekicks and interns were faring, their health, the health and activities of their relatives, etc.

“Oh,” she said, “I told you about my friend’s daughter who liked her co-worker, right?”

His stomach dropped but didn’t change his expression. “Yes, you did. And she wanted your advice on it.”

“Mm. They’re dating now.”

“Really? What did you tell her?”

“I told her to be careful about it, and make sure to be clear with them if they start dating about staying professional at work and, if possible, transfer to another division.”

“And?”

“She’s working in another department, two floors apart. But from what I’ve heard they haven’t had any trouble.”

“Do their other co-workers know?”

“No, they decided it to be best if no one at the company knew. There aren’t specific rules banning relationships between employees, but it is advised not to.”

He tried to ignore the awkward feeling. He couldn’t help but wonder if there was another reason for her bringing this up. “How do you feel about it?”

“I think it will work out for them.” She had that pretty smile on her face again. “I think people who are wise with relationships and communicate well can manage relationships. They know whether or not it will work out between them, and whether it is worth the risk of something going wrong. She thinks the other person is worth it, and they are mature enough to know how to behave. I think they will work out very well. Perhaps you can be my plus one to their future wedding.”

Remus laughed at this. “Oh, you do have quite a bit of faith in them. Let me know when you get that invitation.”

“You’ll be the first one I tell.”

This little phrase made Remus’s heart buzz. He really was quite far gone.

He opened his mouth to say something but snapped it shut when they shielded their heads at the sound of a loud crash. Squealing of brakes and metallic crunch filled the formerly peaceful street.

He gave her a quick glance to make sure she was okay before they were running in the direction of the commotion.

��Please make way!” she shouted, and people backed up to let the pair pass. There were four, maybe five cars all crunched up together.

“I’m calling an ambulance!” shouted a nearby pedestrian, and three others shouted they were, too.

Remus immediately went to the nearest car and helped the woman open the door. She looked a little dazed from the airbags, but otherwise only a little banged up. He brought her to the side of the road, and an older woman sat down with her.

“Are you alright?” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ryukyu was joined by another young Pro Hero and they were getting the people in the outer cars out. All the commotion was centered around the large truck in the center.

“Yes,” she said, quietly, tears welling up. “That truck came right down the middle of the intersection. They must be crazy.”

“An ambulance is on its way ma’am. They’re going to check you out and make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m going to get you some water, sweetheart,” said the old lady kindly. “Can I bring her inside this store?”

“Yes,” said Remus, “just make sure she stays around for the police report. You’ll need to tell them what happened for insurance purposes.”

A loud shriek from the surrounding crowd startled Remus. He turned to the commotion and saw that a giant man was now emerging from the truck.

“Everyone, go!” Remus shouted, and he lunged towards Ryukyu and the new heroes’ sides. This was not some crazy or distracted driver: this was intentional. People screamed and ran in every direction, some in the wrong ones.

The large man glanced over at the trio and a sickening grin pulled at his lips. He looked excited about a fight. He reached for a nearby car, one that had held a now fleeing family, and chucked it at them.

The younger Pro ran to the side, and Remus felt a large whoosh of air throw him aside as Ryukyu grew into a large dragon. Her body shielded Remus from the car, and her large claws crunched the truck nearly flat.

The large man looked notably less confident and now ran towards Remus, maybe hoping the large dragon wouldn’t notice him running past her tail. She obviously did, and one claw went to block him from reaching Remus, and the other grabbed him.

Remus hurried to direct everyone out of the way to allow emergency vehicles to pass, and Ryukyu held the very disgruntled would-be villain in her claws until the police had arrived.

The man was kicking and swearing that he wasn’t to be messed with and Ryukyu only glanced at him with disappointment.

The man was quickly locked up in a van and transported off. Due to the wonders of modern car safety, most of the people in the accident were okay. There was one instance of a broken arm, but all the rest were only a little dazed and bruised.

Ryukyu returned to human form once the man was locked up, and Remus hurried over to make sure she was okay.

“I’m fine,” she said, brushing his concern aside, “just a little tired.”

Remus looked relieved and unthinkingly brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear again. “That’s good to hear.” He only noticed his proximity to her when he noticed the faint blush on her cheeks, on top of the flushing from exertion. He took a step back and mumbled something like an apology.

“Don’t be.”

The uncomfortable silence between them was now overwhelming. He scolded himself for not restraining himself. “Should we get you something to eat?” he said awkwardly, looking anywhere but at her.

“Yes, that would be good.”

The two of them ordered from street vendors and sat down on a park bench to rest and eat. There was a calculated distance between them, and they ate with notably less conversation.

“Remus?”

“Yes?”

“You were about to say something before that big accident.”

“I was? Oh, I was. I don’t remember what it was. Probably not very important.”

The conversation once again fell flat. Remus cursed himself. They continued to eat, and he searched for something, anything to talk about.

“Do you think,” she began in a quiet voice, “do you think we’re mature?”

“What do you mean?” A rush of emotions came over him. Was this about what she said about how mature people can maintain a relationship with difficult circumstances? “Mature enough to… have…” His voice trailed off.

“A relationship.”

Their eyes locked. After a moment he spoke up again.

“Yes. I think so.”

She smiled and looked away, towards the pond before them. Little kids were looking with lots of interest at the residents of the pond and taking turns carefully poking their fingers into the mossy water.

“I do, too.”

Posted 2021 June 23

[wolfie-posts]

Can you do a pro hero!bakugou x fem reader where she’s his secretary and always leaves him little notes on his desk that cheer him up, but one day he doesn’t get one and that’s because the reader is sick at home? You can end it however you like just make it fluffy please! Thank you so much!!!

Pro Hero!Bakugou x Secretary!Reader

Author: @wolfie-posts

Warnings: none really just a lot of fluff

Chapter length: 4,031 words

A/N: This is my very first request that I received and I am literally so in love with the scenario. I got so hyped for this request that I just couldn’t stop to write. The result is a 4k word scenario. I really hope it meets your expectations, I had a lot of fun writing this. Also, a huge thanks to my beta readers who are literally the best, love you guys! That was everything I wanted to say. Please, enjoy reading my lovelies! 

Life as a pro-hero is hard, nobody talks about the bad things that this job brings along. When you watch the news you always see the pro-heroes in their amazing suits jumping straight towards the danger, putting their lives on the line for the well being of the citizens without even thinking twice about it. Their jobs are admirable but dangerous, always saving the day with a big smile, a proud grin or a simply smirk on their face and if that isn’t enough, they even give interviews right after they captured the villains. It doesn’t matter how beat up they are afterward, they still make time for their small fans.

Nobody really talks about the stuff that happens behind closed doors but that is exactly what you were getting paid for. Your job is one of the most important ones in this whole pro-hero domain because you are the secretary of one of the greatest heroes at the moment. You were Ground Zero’s own personal “hero” with the superpower to organize his whole life and career.

Answering calls, taking messages, arranging appointments were all part of your job and let’s be honest, Ground Zero wasn’t the easiest boss to have. Your work phone was never really silent, reporters and tv companies were calling every day to get a special statement from one of the best heroes or inviting him to talk-shows or other tv specials. At some point, the management of the tv-show “The Bachelor” even called to ask if Ground Zero would be interested in finding the love of his life while being filmed 24/7, that was actually one of the most fun phone conversations you ever had.

Normally you had to punch yourself through a lot of annoying, ignorant and dense representatives from companies, crazy admirers, reporters, and interviewers, so when you took the call from “The Bachelor” production you really had to force yourself to stay serious. You had to admit, Bakugou, as the bachelor would be some quality content to laugh about, just imagining him in a suit surrounded by a horde of horny women, made you break your professionalism and snort.

Apart from those tasks you also filled reports, organized Ground Zero’s meetings, manage the database, liaised with important clients, coordinated the public life of your boss and if that wasn’t enough, you also looked out for Ground Zero’s health by treating some of his wounds, forcing him to go to your companies personal “Recovery Girl”, bringing him food, because let’s be honest otherwise he probably would have already starved to death. You also bring him coffee every morning and the most important thing you cheered him up.

Cheering your boss up was one of your favorite things to do on the job and one of the easiest things too because all it took was a simple post-it note on his desk.

You didn’t really talk much with your boss, because he literally is always busy. If he isn’t in the training room, he was saving the city, which made your work a lot harder. Most of the time you were updating him on the way from one place to another. For example, you always reviewed the appointments for the day right after Ground Zero’s morning workout when he was heading from the training room to the changing room.

Being a hero was an all-day and all-night job, so he didn’t really spend much time in his office. When you first started to work for your boss you were convinced that he even slept in his hero costume.

The result of all those briefings was an increase in your stamina, which you didn’t complain about except for, in those briefings, you didn’t really talk much, which is kinda unusual for your job. That was until the day you decided to write him his first post-it note.

Back in high school, you started to make post-it notes to remind yourself about important stuff because you tended to forget things if you didn’t write them down. Now it kinda became your way of communicating with your boss.

It all started really simple, one day you just put an apple on his desk with the note “an apple a day keeps Recovery Girl away”.

Flashback

You were a nervous wreck, why did you even decide to write that note? Why did you want to cheer him up that badly? ‘Maybe because you wanted to see him smile for a change?’ your inner voice told you, which made you shake your head violently in response. You had been debating with yourself for the last 2 hours. “I shouldn’t have done this,” you mumbled, thinking about taking the apple away again before he has a chance to see it.

'It’s just an apple, calm down (y/n)! It’s not like you are proposing or anything.’ you tried to calm yourself down without any luck. You had been a nervous wreck since you placed that apple on Ground Zero’s desk, always glancing towards the elevator to see if he was coming to his office, shuffling around in your chair and bopping your knee to the annoyance of some of your coworkers.

It finally stopped, the moment the elevator doors opened and revealed your boss with a few new bruises and scratches, but the moment you saw your boss step out of the elevator a wave of terrible overthinking and fear washed over you.

'What if he gets mad?’ you thought, rubbing your sweaty hands over your pants. All you wanted was to see Ground Zero smile for a change, so him getting pissed at your silly note would be the exact opposite of the goal, but there was no going back now.

As Ground Zero walked past your desk, you nearly dropped your pen in fear of what was going to happen in the next 2 to 3 minutes. Will you lose or job? Will you get an apple thrown into your face? Or just a sarcastic comment which will ruin your whole career? While overthinking the situation into oblivion you didn’t even notice that your boss had been talking to you.

“(y/n)!” he said with a rough voice, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Yes!” you said a little bit panicked while sitting up even straighter. You could see a frown form on your boss’s forehead as he raised an eyebrow at your unusual behavior. You gulped hard as you withstood his stare, feeling like his crimson eyes could see straight into your soul and read what was on your mind.

“Did anything important pop up?” he asked in a way calmer voice after seeing your reaction to his previous approach. Bakugou knew that everyone had a lot of respect for him and everyone was acting kinda scared whenever he was in a bad mood or right after he had captured a villain. Everybody but you. You just looked at him as if he was just another person and you didn’t really flinch or look away when things were getting a little ugly. You saw him as your boss and you saw him as an authority but not as some kind of god you needed to fear and worship.

That made your behavior now just seem even weirder to him. It was so out of place but he hadn’t done anything to scare you or make you nervous, he hasn’t even seen you all day.

’Maybe something had happened between you and another employee or something involving your private life.’ Bakugou thought to himself, trying to shove that uncomfortable feeling in his guts away. 'I’m probably just reading too much into it’ but why did he even care? You were just another employee, right?

“Nope, nothing new has come up!” you said after looking over your laptop and calendar. It seemed like some of the tension you were feeling was lifted from you, after Bakugou had asked you something about work. It was like turning a switch inside of your brain, immediately you just powered up your professionalism again and dug back into work. You had even given Bakugou your typical smile after confirming that he could actually take a break right now.

You watched your boss sigh in relief as he turned to walk into his office and just for a moment you had forgotten about your note. That was until your boss’s hand reached for the door handle and your nervousness got the better of you again making you shot up from your desk.

“Ground Zero!” you yelled, which not only surprised your boss but also yourself. You could feel your ears and cheeks begin to heat up as your boss paused in his step and turned back to look at you.

“Yes?” he simply asked with a raised eyebrow.

How could you get yourself out of this situation? Should you play the “I am not feeling good” card and just leave to die in shame at home? How could you even stop your boss from seeing that note? You ran over all the different excuses but none of them would work without having to pay the consequences afterward. So what now? You had already gained the attention of your boss, which means that you had to say something without sounding like an idiot.

“Good job today” you blurted. It was the first thing that came into your mind that didn’t sound totally stupid, what you didn’t consider was the blush spreading across your face as you realized what you had just said.

You have never really complimented your boss for winning a fight against a villain, it was a normal daily routine for him and he already gets all the praise from his fans, so why should you compliment him too? He knew that he was good at his job and it wasn’t like those villains were a challenge for him, so why should you pour some more gasoline into the fire and push his ego even more?

The moment you had said those words, you wished you could have taken them back. It was so embarrassing, your face was probably already tomato red and the fact that your boss had the widest grin ever on his face didn’t really help, but for Bakugou that wasn’t even enough torture. Without a word he just turned back around and entered into his office, knowing damn well that this action was like pouring salt into an open wound.

“What have I done?” you mumbled to yourself while dropping your head into your hands. The embarrassment was getting so overwhelming that you had to get up and walk it off for a bit. You escaped into the office kitchen to get some water, which gave you a little relief but it didn’t change the fact that you wanted to disappear forever.

After cooling down for a bit you finally returned to your desk, forcing yourself to just focus on work and to forget about what happened. At least that was what you wanted to do. Before you could even dig into your paperwork, your boss came out of his office again with an apple in his hand. You stared in horror as he took a huge bite from it, a pleasant smile spreading over his face.

“I am heading out again. Call me if something important comes up,” he said casually, not breaking the eye-contact, but all you could do was pick up your jaw that had dramatically dropped to the floor and nod in silence.

After getting your confirmation Bakugou gave you another mischievous smile and headed for the elevator. There was no way in hell you wouldn’t get bullied over this situation from your coworkers.

“Oh and (y/n)? Thanks for the apple,” your boss said in a loud and amused tone, making you snap your head towards him, only to see his big grin right before the elevator doors closed, not even giving you the time to react at all.

Who would have thought that one apple with a note could change your whole work atmosphere just like that?

Flashback end

From that day on, Ground Zero received your post-it notes every single day, some of them were informative others were silly with the goal to make him smile.

After the first few sticky notes, it didn’t take long for the two of you to call each other by your normal name, which wasn’t any different for Bakugou because he had always called you by your first name. On the other side, you were the only employee to ever call Ground Zero by his non-hero name, which caused quite the tumult in your company and making you the topic of the daily gossip for at least two weeks.

The notes became part of a routine that Bakugou looked forward to every single day, it didn’t matter how bad his mood was, a single note from you could make him forget about all the shit that happened during the day.

He normally wouldn’t even smile at work, his employees needed to see him focused and serious, so they wouldn’t have an excuse to slack on their job but whenever he read your notes, he just couldn’t control his facial features. It even went so far to the point that he actually laughed out loud in his office. It was that one time when he had read the note you wrote right after your phone conversation with “The Bachelor” production company.

“I can’t take it anymore! You need to get a life and I need a vacation! So I decided to sign you up for the reality dating show ‘The Bachelor’ ;) have fun” was written on the note, he knew you would have never done anything that stupid but still, you got him good with that one.

He didn’t even have a sarcastic response to that note, because he damn well knew that his life only consisted of the job as a pro-hero, but he loved his job and even though it wasn’t always easy, he wouldn’t have it any other way, because deep down he knew that he had you to pick him up.

——

Today had been an awful day for Bakugou, a huge villain attack had occupied his whole morning, not even giving him the time for his morning coffee and to his misery, one of the villains had also copy quirk. That clearly was already enough to piss him off but it didn’t stop there, the other villains had pretty strong quirks too, which made the fight a lot more annoying.

After a chase throughout the whole city, some building damage and some pretty terrible ass-kicking, Bakugou and some of the others had finally managed to capture every member of the group of villains.

This fight took everything out of Bakugou, he was exhausted. His whole week had been filled with sleepless nights due to villain attacks and Bakugou’s lack of sleep wasn’t just showing in his facial features, no! It was also showing in his fighting, his impressive reflexes were kinda normal and he could feel that his strength wasn’t at 100 percent.

All he wanted to do was go home and get a good night’s rest, but that isn’t how this job works. The villains hadn’t even been loaded into the prison transport when the first reporters decided to hold cameras and microphones into Bakugou’s face.

“Ground Zero, how do you feel about the organized crime and the group behind it?”

“How come we never see you out with a woman or your pro-hero friends from U.A.?”

“Is your power getting weaker or are the villains getting stronger and smarter?”

“How do you feel after reading this month’s pro hero rankings?”

All those questions turned into an annoying buzzing sound in Bakugou’s ears. His blood was boiling, how could they ask him that kind of crap? 'Getting weaker? Pff the villains could only dream about that!’ he thought to himself.

Normally he would go to the crowd of bystanders and take some pictures with his fans but right now he just needed to get out of there before he exploded. You had always scolded him for being incapable of socializing and after getting scolded every single time he refused an interview or making a kid cry, you finally convinced him to follow your publicity plan.

'Nope, not today!’ he thought, walking away from the crowd.

"No comment” was all Bakugou said.

He just couldn’t handle it today, not in this condition, so he simply catapulted himself into the air and blasted away through the air.

'She is gonna be so pissed’, a small voice in his head told him after arriving at his company. Bakugou knew exactly how you would react, you would scold him for a few minutes while tending to his wounds, followed by giving him his coffee, some lunch with a second scolding as dessert for not taking better care of himself and telling him that he can’t just live on coffee.

Bakugou had already mentally prepared himself for your scolding, but when the elevator doors finally opened, he wasn’t greeted with your pissed off face at your desk. It was a rather unusual sight, which made him wonder about your whereabouts, but he simply pushed the thought away with a 'maybe she’s busy’.

Fully expecting to find a sarcastic note on his desk he walked into his office, only to find a clean and empty desk waiting for him.

“What the fuck?” he mumbled as he searched his office for your daily post-it note without any luck. Was he blind or did you forget to make a note? No, you would never forget to make him a sticky note, that wasn’t like you at all and you didn’t have a day off so where was his note?

His mood was dropping even further after his unsuccessful search for your note, he really needed that little post-it note to cheer him up after a morning like that.

He didn’t even care how shocked his other employees were when he showed up to their workspace, which was on a different floor.

“Has anyone seen (y/n) (l/n)?” he asked with a stern voice causing the whole room to go deadly silent.

“S-She called in sick today,” a small woman said in the back of the room. All eyes had been on Bakugou, which meant that everybody had seen his utter surprise when that woman told him you were sick. You were never sick, in those two years you had worked for him you had never called in sick. Bakugou was convinced that you couldn’t even get sick, he always thought you had a quirk which made you super healthy or something but he apparently was proven wrong about that.

“I am taking the rest of the day off. Don’t call me, even if the whole city goes up in flames, we have enough other heroes who can take over. Call Deku or someone else but don’t you dare try to reach me!” Bakugou threatened, not bothering to see the terrified faces of his employees, as he was already on his way out. He knew exactly what he was going to do for the rest of this day and no villain could stop him from doing so.

A sudden knock on your pulled you out of your feverish dreams. 'Who the hell would have the indecency to bother you on your sick day?’ you thought to yourself as you wrapped the blankets around you and shuffled towards your door.

As you opened the door you couldn’t believe your eyes, was this another fever dream? You stared in pure shock at the person who was standing at your doorstep. Some wires in your head just snapped and before you even knew what you were doing you had slammed the door shut into your boss’s face.

“If you don’t open up that door within the next 10 seconds, I will blast it open!” you could hear him growl from the other side of the door.

What the hell was he doing here? You looked like a freaking zombie, there was no way in hell you were opening that door again, but your thoughts got interrupted by Bakugou’s pissed off counting.

“5.. 4.. goddammit (y/n) just open the fucking door, I brought you soup!”

He did what now? Not even a seconds after Bakugou had spoken out the word soup the door to your apartment swung open. It wasn’t a dream, your subconsciousness could never produce the picture you were seeing in front of you. A terribly beat up Bakugou was holding up a bag with some steam coming off of it. He couldn’t even dare to look into your eyes as you were staring in disbelief at his face, which made him blush even harder.

“Are you gonna invite me inside or not?” he grumbled, making you snap out of your trance. You simply gestured him inside as you held the door open even wider, watching his every step as he helped himself into your kitchen. 

You followed him silently, observing his every move as you tried to figure out if this was really happening right now and not just a dream or a bad joke, but your doubt was immediately forgotten the moment you smelled what Bakugou had brought. 

Your mouth started to water and you couldn’t hold back the growl your stomach made, causing Bakugou to raise an eyebrow at you. You hadn’t eaten all day due to your sick stomach but that soup smelled so good even your sick stomach couldn’t resist. You watched how your boss moved through your kitchen effortlessly and not even a minute later a steaming hot bowl was placed in front of you.

“This is sooo good!” you mumbled to yourself, shoving the soup down like you were drinking shots at a bar.

“Thanks,” Bakugou said in a pleased but still casual voice, which made you choke on your soup.

“Don’t tell me… you actually made that soup yourself?!” you managed to choke out underneath your coughs. 

'Bakugou could have never made a soup like that, he barely even feeds himself so there was just no way in hell he could make something this delicious.’ you thought to yourself while gulping down your water glass but when your eyes met his crimson ones you knew he wasn’t kidding.

“Yes I made that soup myself! You know, I can take perfectly good care of myself and I don’t really need you to bring me lunch every day,” he said blankly. Nobody in the world would believe you when you would tell them that Ground Zero was an outstanding cook, you didn’t even believe it yourself if you weren’t eating the soup yourself at the moment.

“You wouldn’t even survive a whole day without me” you shot back at him with a challenging stare. You were feeling so much better already, not only because of the amazing soup but the company was helping too.

“Pff I could survive at least a week without you!” he replied with a snort, rolling his captivating crimson eyes at you, but you were ready to end this man’s whole career right then and there.

“Yeah? What is your social security number?” you fired right back at him with an award-winning smirk. You knew you had won this fight before you could even see Bakugou’s facial expression drop in surrender.

“That is what I thought! You would be screwed without me,” you laughed out loud after seeing his sour face, but you couldn’t help yourself this whole situation was just too crazy. Never in your dreams would you have imagined that your boss would nurture you back to health with homemade soup after you called in sick for the day, but here you were sitting in front of your boss having the best time of your life, completely forgetting about your headache and sick stomach. You were laughing with all your heart at this point, squinting your eyes and clutching your stomach, nearly missing the small smile that had crept its way onto his lips as he said: “I really do need you.”

[severeblizzardlady]

Music in My Ears

Soulmate AU - You hear your soulmate’s music. But what are you supposed to do if they happen to be in another universe entirely? 

Pairing: Jin Bubaigawara x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Sexual themes (some non-con/dubious consent), Jin’s shenanigans (also, language barriers? Sometimes they’re a thing, sometimes they’re not), and a weeeeee bit of yandere

Disclaimer: I don’t own the music

“Baby shark, do-do-do-do-do-do. Baby shark--”

“[Name], I swear to God, you need to stop singing that fucking song.” Your cousin said, glaring at you from the corner of her eye. After visiting your cousin and her family for the week, it was time for you to fly back home. She’d offered to drive you to the airport, even though you were fine with getting a taxi. 

Obviously, she was starting to regret it.

“It’s not my fault that’s the only thing your kids wanna listen to!” You snapped. And it was true. The entire time you’d been there, those sweet, angelic children begged to hear that song at least once or twice a day. 

She muttered something then, something about “empty heads,” but Mom had taught you not to hit someone when they were driving. Louder, she said, “Just listen to the song all the way through. That should get it out.”

“Okay,” You reached for the stereo’s power button only to get your hand smacked. “Hey!”

“I’m not listening to it, use your player!”

Dammit. “Hmph, this better work,” You stuffed your earbuds into your ears, finding the song. “I don’t wanna get thrown off the plane mid-flight.” 

---

“No good, no good, no good.” Jin Bubaigawara, AKA the villain Twice, couldn’t breathe. The walls were constricting all around him, and not just from that yakuza Mimic. He’d been slow in making the wall that separated Twice from that Salaryman hero. It was on purpose, he’d wanted Jin to get caught.

No way, that couldn’t be right!

Gin grit his teeth. The pull was getting worse, the one deep inside, threatening to rip him into pieces--of course it wasn’t, he was fine. Just dandy even!

“Gonna split apart. Hooray! I’m...splitting!! I won’t!”

Hurting, it hurt so bad. No, actually, it felt just fine, like a warm bubble bath! Where was Toga? Why couldn’t he have just ignored those beaked bastards that day?

“Gonna split...if I don’t cover up!!” He, he was--

“Baby shark do-do-do-do-do-do. Baby shark do-do-do-do-do-do. Baby shark do-do-do-do-do-do. Baby shark!”

The splitting stopped. Something in Jin’s chest shifted, no it didn’t! It was deeper, in his soul. Like a piece that he hadn’t realized was missing had just snapped into place as music filled his ears. A song about sharks that just kept going in his ears. Even as Toga wrapped her handkerchief around his head to prevent him from splitting further (Unfortunately!~). 

Did this mean he had a soulmate? For all of his life, Jin had never had a soulmark. No red strings, no mysterious bruises (but the ones he made were plenty mysterious on their own!), no music...until now. The song sounded like it was for kids, a real banger! Was his soulmate a kid? They could just call him grandpa!

“If this cooperation thing doesn’t work out,” Toga said suddenly, dragging Jin out of his thoughts (She didn’t have to be jealous!). “We’ll never get our revenge.”

“It’s the end do-do-do-do-do-o. It’s the end!”

---

You didn’t get thrown off the plane. And you no longer had the Baby Shark song in your head. Both were a plus. 

Once you were home safe and sound, you had a little time to rest and relax before you were back to work again. Honestly, you hadn’t planned to spend your entire time off visiting family, but your parents blackmailed you. Really, you serenade a cat in public one time, and suddenly you’re marked for life. 

Whatever, you would do it again in a heartbeat. All cats deserve to know they’re loved!

You worked. And worked. And worked. And worked. And every day after work, you’d collapse on your couch with something quick to eat, like food from the freezer section at the store or takeout. Sometimes your neighbors, the couple in the next place over, would start yelling or start having sex. Both were loud and messed with your stomach--whether in anxiety or just...not wanting to hear them have sex because, holy shit, who had sex that often (where they leads in a smutty romance?). So you’d listen to music. 

You flinched at a dull thump that came from the wall on the other side of your apartment. You knew, from the one time they’d invited you over, that your neighbors had a bookshelf there. It sounded an awful lot like something had been slammed into it. 

“O-oh fuck!” The woman moaned.

“Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.” You nearly threw your takeout to the floor with how quickly you grabbed your ear buds. Trying to shove them into your ears as a repetitive thud started, you turned up the volume as high as you could before pressing play. Then, as Freaks by Timmy Trumpet started playing, you collected your food and hustled to the bedroom.

“I need to move.” 

---

“The bass and the tweeters make the speakers go to war. Ah, the mighty trumpet brings the freaks out to the floor.”

“You’re doing it again.” 

“Huh?” Jin whipped around to see Dabi fixing him with a blank stare. Wait, nu-uh, the blank stare was his usual look. That was Dabi’s annoyed look. 

When Jin just kept staring back, Dabi sighed. “You hearing your soulmate again? Every time you do, you start wriggling like you’re gonna pee yourself.”

“That’s because I wanna dance! Nah, you caught me, this music’s bad on my bladder!” 

Weeks had passed after the League had gotten their revenge on the bird bastard yakuza. With vengeance for Big Sis Magne taken care of, it was back to business. Well, when they felt like it anyway! They mostly lazed around a lot. 

With the yakuza’s serum in their hands, it should’ve been smoother sailing, but Jin wasn’t able to copy it. Shigaraki’s disappointment had been palpable that day (well, maybe he was just constipated!). The guilt of it weighed on Jin. Again, he’d let his friends down again. 

And yet, every time he felt down, every time he felt like a failure, he heard it. Music. His soulmate (stalker!).

The second time he heard the music was when he was in the middle of a League meeting. One second it had been quiet, nothing but Shigaraki discussing their next steps, and then: 

What a splendid pie, pizza-pizza pie. Every minute, every second, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy! 

 He was pretty sure kids didn’t listen to metal. But maybe their parents were just really edgy!! 

But the songs kept coming, none like the first. Some had a whimsical element to them, though, like the music had been doused in glitter and summoned from a unicorn’s ass. 

The music always came when Jin needed it. Always when he felt useless, like he couldn’t provide for his friends or protect their happiness. Maybe his soulmate could sense his distress and that caused the music. Nah, it was aliens.

“I still think we should find ‘em!” Toga cut in, chin resting on her hands. “Even if you don’t recognize the music, you. Being away from your soulmate for too long can’t be healthy!” 

“Yeah,” Spinner piped up, “but even so, how’re we supposed to find them? We can’t even find that music online.” 

Both were good points (eh, sorta). Soulmates had to unit at some point, particularly those with a hearing bond. Eventually, they’d begin hearing more than just each other’s music. They’d hear conversations and anything else their mate happened to hear. It drove people insane, the way the universe was desperate for destined lovers to be together. Or maybe it needed to be more aggressive, push a little harder! 

But....

“We’ll find them eventually,” Jin gave his friends a thumbs up. “For now, let’s focus on what’s ahead of us!” Of course a soulmate was nice, especially one that cared for him--so nosy!--the way his did. But his friends needed him. Unlike his soulmate, they were right there, and he could make sure they got everything they needed for their happiness. 

Toga watched him with curious eyes even when Shigaraki finally arrived for the meeting, but she didn’t say anything else. 

---

“You don’t look too good, [Name].” 

You smiled despite your upset stomach, trying to wave off your coworker’s concerned stare. “Had a little bit of food poisoning this morning.” Just the mention of food made your stomach want to wring itself out until you vomited again. 

It’d been a mistake, drinking as much as you had the night before, but you’d finally managed to snag a new place and had celebrated with a drink. Or three. Man, that had not been smart. 

“Hey, if you’re not feeling well, head on home, all right?” Your coworker said, stepping back a little. Like you were going to puke on her pumps. You would’ve bristled at that if your head didn’t hurt so much. A little bit of vomit would’ve been an improvement. Her shoes looked like they’d seen better days. “We’ve got that meeting this morning too.”

Yeah, that was the only reason you’d shown up. Your boss had reminded everyone about how important the meeting was. There was no way you could miss, especially not because you were hung over. 

As you ambled into the meeting room, there was a buzzing in your ear. You frowned, rubbing the back of your neck. Instead of dying down, especially once the meeting started, it got worse, to the point the buzzing sounded like, like music. A slow song, one full of longing and love. God, were you so messed up from just three drinks that you were suddenly hearing music? 

Which was what you thought. At first. But then it kept happening when you hadn’t had any alcohol. It was never at the same time of day, sometimes it happened when you were eating lunch or talking to someone. It was good, almost always rock after that first romantic-ish sounding song, but you had no idea why it was happening. 

You could still hear, but there was music. Music no one else could hear, and you’d asked plenty of your coworkers, nearly making an ass of yourself in the process. 

The only time it stopped was when you got home. The time you really needed it to and had to resort to your own music (until you could move out at least). 

You wondered if you were going crazy.

---

Jin was going crazy. And he didn’t want to say it was Shigaraki’s fault, because it honestly wasn’t! It really fucking was though. 

“We’re finding your soulmate,” Shigaraki said one day after they’d taken down a wannabe villain group that was trying to stake a claim on the League’s territory. The group had some valuables among them, some money and a nice stereo system.

Shigaraki had taken one look at it all and demanded it get carried back to the base. Mr. Compress, the swell guy, did all the heavy lifting, and he’d broken a sweat by the end of it! 

 “I thought we had more important things to do,” Dabi groused. He’d stepped out earlier, something about calling a potential recruit.

“We’re not doing anything without Jin,” Shigaraki stated, turning on the system. Music filled the air. “And if that means we have to take the time to find his soulmate, we’ll do it.”

If only Shigaraki wasn’t looking out for them all. If only Shigaraki didn’t believe in him. Because even with the music on his side, nothing had changed. Jin was letting everyone down because nothing seemed to be working. Not that first song, the one that was literally saying, “I’m here, darling, come find me. May this song be the only one that fills your ears so you know I’m thinking of you.” It was made for auditory soulmates by a singer with an auditory soulmate. 

It was because you were a child, wasn’t it? Because you didn’t understand, were too young, couldn’t tell your parents. You were avoiding him, wanted nothing to do with him, thought he was a waste of your time. 

The music could only do so much to fill the void your presence would fill. He couldn’t think about anything for too long without you somehow being involved. People watching turned into wondering what you were like. Fighting turned into imagining you being amazed by his abilities. Smoking out his window at night turned into dreams of you calling for him from his bed, saying you missed him. Needed him. 

But the searches still turned out nothing. The music did nothing. It was like you weren’t even real to begin with. 

Where were you?

---

“It doesn’t look like anything’s wrong. To be honest, your hearing seems to be even better than most at your age!”

That had been the oto--ear doctor’s diagnosis after he’d tested you. After a quick Google search, you’d been sure you had tinnitus, which would’ve made sense with how much music you played to drown out your surroundings, but apparently you were wrong.

You hadn’t told the doctor you were hearing full songs that you’d never heard before. But maybe you should’ve? Even as you’d gotten in your car after the appointment, you could hear it again, that slow, yearning song that you’d first heard. God, if only Google had a melody search bar!

The music had stopped as you pulled into the apartment parking lot. You sighed. “Just like clockwork, huh?” 

It was your last night at the apartment. Tomorrow, you were moving everything into a new place. One that  was closer to your work so you’d be able to walk more. Maybe get some fresh air. And maybe the change would make the weird music go away. 

Not wasting a second, you pulled out your headphones and stuck them in your ears. Who knew what would be waiting for you tonight? At least it would be the last time though! With that happy thought, you stepped out of your car....

and felt the world give way underneath your feet.

---

“I know that we’re just perfect strangers, and perfect strangers, that just won’t do, no.”

God, were you trying to kill him? 

Another day fighting nobodies and taking everything they had. Jin felt like his skin was too tight on his bones, like everything was too loud and too bright and not bright enough. Jin had gone back to the base early. It was a bad idea, too dangerous (how fun!) on his own. But he needed to play the song again. 

He’d been playing  music all the time to tell you he was there listening, waiting, needing. Except you weren’t coming (Sure you were!), always just teasing him with your stupid music--nope, you were definitely calling to him right back!

“Why not make today the day that a perfect stranger falls for you, oh!”

You didn’t want anything to do with him, that was why you were hiding! The fabric of his costume crinkled as Jin clenched his fists, body shaking with rage. You were just mocking him, tormenting him, he wasn’t worth your time at all!

“Then I don’t need you either!” He roared, lunging at the sound system--

There was a rumble. The building shook, throwing Jin off balance. He yelped, tumbling and shielded his head at the last second. The shaking stopped as soon as it started.

“What the hell?”

Yeah--wait. He didn’t say that. Slowly lowering his arms, Jin found himself staring at a complete stranger in the middle of the League’s base. 

---

You were sitting in some sort of warehouse. You blinked. Then you blinked again, just to see if that would help. It didn’t. “What the hell?”

Your ear buds were still in, “Herp de Derp” still playing in your ears. And you would’ve taken them out right away if it weren’t for the costumed guy on the floor staring at you. 

Was he some sort of cosplayer? The costume, black with silverish gray lines on the body suit and red wrist...things and a mask that was half gray and half black, looked sort of familiar. Like you’d seen it on Adult Swim at some point while channel surfing late at night. 

You hoped that all the muscle accentuated by the suit was padding. Wait, no, you needed to leave. 

“S-Sorry, I...where am I exactly?” He said something then, but you couldn’t quite hear because, duh, your music was still on. “Um, sorry,” you tapped your ears and tried to smile (it was all getting creepier by the second), “just lemme....” 

Tapping a finger on the screen, you paused the music, pulling out your ear buds.

The guy jolted to his feet then, making you flinch (you were starting to think the muscles were his, if the way they flexed was any indication). You had no idea what kind of expression he had under that mask but the eye holes were wider than they’d been before. Like he was bugging out. “You.”

“Y-yeah?” He had a really nice voice. It was a shame things were getting more surreal and even creepier by the second. You were still on the ground, your legs felt numb.

He was on you before you even realized it, solid, warm body pushing into you, making you feel that, no, there was no padding. The shock of it startled you, making your nerves zing in a way they never had before, like something about this was right, even as your stomach flopped at the fact that you were in a strange place with a strange man who was touching you. 

His body slotted against yours perfectly, making you feel every inch of him. Your mouth was dry, no words could come out, only a slight squeak. “You’re not a kid, I was worried. I was looking forward to being called ‘grandpa’!” His hands trembled as they went to your face, tracing your lips, cupping your cheeks. “I knew the universe would make sure we came together. Except this was all me!” 

You had no idea how to respond, not to his babbling or his contradictory way of speaking. You didn’t get a chance to either. His mouth was on yours, lower half of his mask pushed up out of the way. There was a vague feeling of stubble, but all you could focus on was the tongue in your mouth, inviting yours to meet it. 

All you could focus on was the thick hands sliding down to your ass to drag you forward until you were sitting in this man’s lap. 

All you could focus on was the heat of it all. Of how good it felt. Of wanting more. Of wanting to go home, wherever that was. 

He moaned when you clutched at his back, mouth leaving yours to plant kisses down your neck. “My soulmate, all mine. Finally.” He panted the words between each kiss, as though being away from your skin for even a second was too long.

Soulmate?

You shivered when he began to shift, hands moving to your hips. When he finally spoke again, his voice was raspy, thick with desire and something too dark to be considered love:

“I’ll never let you go.”

[shikaramelssay]

Snark Jr.

watching with the kids is fun when you just listen to them and not the poor excuse for writing....

So we finally got around to watching the Supergirl S5 premiere.  The Sunday nights are a horrible slot for and even worse with the later time. We had pvr’d it and forgot, and then pulled it up out of curiousity.  Some gems from my kids’ mouths:

On Kelly: they could not remember her at all. or what she was doing on the show.  “I think she was in the season finale from last year?” “She’s James ex” “No she is James new girlfriend” “No I think she is supposed to be Alex girlfriend?” “Another one? yeesh.”

On the unnecessary return of Guardian: “is he still doing this? why? no one cares?” “how the hell did he get that suit? does he carry it around with him? did he sprint out to the trunk of his car just in time?”  they could not come up with one power James has as Guardian but agreed that he has ‘hero envy’ of Kara. 

Alex can’t dance: seriously.  they weren’t concentrating on anything aside from imitating Alex’s painful slow dance with Kelly. 

Lena’s sense of betrayal: they lol’d at how Lena thinks she was lied to (Kara didn’t lie, technically) and it was the worst thing ever, even though Lena’s mother tried to kill her last season.  “but, go on.....” 

the pantsuit: universally disliked chez nous. It was described as an old lady pantsuit or a onesie.  “it looks like she found a Supergirl halloween costume and just went with that”.

evening wear: they giggled at how the ‘professional’ women all dressed at Catco. none of them looked like they were ready to actually ‘work’. “do they have a contest for fanciest dressed?” “are they hitting a catwalk later?”

Eliza erasure: I was promised repeatedly that if any of them ever win something as prestigious as a Pulitzer I would be invited. And not just friends and coworkers of their siblings.

Need for Subtitles: no one could tell if William was supposed to be a friend or new villain since no one understood a word that came out of his mouth. we presume it was english? “or marbles? maybe he has something in his mouth?”

[ambootyos]

Club Confusion Pt.33 (Kenny’s Ending Pt. 3)

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I got ready to do whatever Matt had planned, I was a tad annoyed. But, I knew I’d get over it sooner rather later. It’s not like he knew he was messing anything up. And besides, I could use the night out anyway.

I made sure to dress up a bit though.

A comfortable, cute, dress that stopped just above my knee. I fixed my hair, and did my makeup before walking out. I couldn’t help but notice Kenny staring just a bit.

“Ugh. Took you long enough.” Matt complained, causing me to roll my eyes, and Page to punch him in the shoulder. He rubbed the pained spot, and sighed. “Let’s just go.” He said, rolling his eyes.

Cody eyed Kenny, and instantly knew something was up with him. As the rest of us walked out, he grabbed Kenny by the arm, turning his attention to him. “Why are you acting so weird? What’s wrong with you?”

Kenny opened his mouth, ready to give an excuse, but no words came out. Instead he just shook his head, and furrowed his brows. “I’m not acting weird!” He exclaimed, his voice a bit more high pitched than usual, causing Cody to grow more suspicious. “We..should go!” Kenny said, after clearing his throat, trying to get his tone back to normal before walking out.

Cody silently promised himself to figure things out, before walking out behind him.

We drove together, all pretty silently to a restaurant we all used to hang out at the only difference was, Adam was also with us most of the time and now, he wasn’t.

“So..Matt, who have you signed me up to hang out with today?” I chuckled. “Just the regulars. Finn, Sami, Kev, AJ, Kyle, Bobby, Roderick, etc.” He shrugged.

I cocked my brow. “You..didn’t invite Adam. Right Matt?” I asked, needing to be sure he hadn’t done something that stupid.

He gave me a disgusted look, and rolled his eyes. “As if I would ever invite someone I don’t even want you with. Do you know me at all Y/N?” He asked. “If I was gonna invite anyone, it’d be Marty.” He smirked.

“And did you?” I said as my face hardened.

“No. I need a break from him. Unless..you miss him?” He teased.

Kenny exhaled sharply, and clenched his fists. “Matt, she doesn’t want him around. Drop it.” He hissed, before I had time to joke back with Matt.

I breathed a laugh, awkwardly. Unsure of why Kenny was being the way he was. “It’s..okay Ken, I’m sure he was just joking around.

“Yeah, geez. Nobody ever lets me do anything.” Matt whined, crossing his arms, annoyed.

Cody began to get more suspicious about Kenny’s behavior, but assumed it was connected to the bet, which just made him more annoyed with him.

Kenny’s face softened, and he muttered an apology before going back to his silence.

The rest of the car ride was even more awkward, for reasons I still don’t understand. Maybe sleeping with Kenny was a mistake. Is that why he was acting like this? I thought things would go back to normal. And, maybe they would eventually, or maybe they never would, and I’d just made a huge mess out of everything.

I tried to contain my miniature freak out, while I was still in front of anyone, and we finally, we made it to the restaurant. Everyone went in, but I hung back for a second so I could talk to Kenny.

I brushed over his hand with mine, taking him a bit by surprise, and causing him to jump back a bit.

I breathed a laugh, and put my hands up in defense, and he laughed slightly, as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Is..everything okay?” I asked, as I put my hand on his shoulder, making his demeanor change, and his face to soften.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I’m just a bit..’frustrated’ I guess..” He winked. “I mean, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind for today.”

I couldn’t help but smile, both relieved he wasn’t upset, and a bit flattered by his flirting.

“Me either..but, I think we can wait. Right?” I chuckled, as I dropped my arm at my side.

He nodded. “Right..” He said, I smiled and walked in. Leaving him standing there by himself for a few seconds. “I’m used to waiting..” He sighed to himself, watching me walk in, and then following in behind me.

“There you are, I was starting to think you bailed.” Page chuckled as I joined the group. Cody pulled Kenny aside separately, and sat across from him at a booth with his hands folded on the table.

“Okay. What’s wrong with you?” He asked. “Is this really about the bet?” He sighed.

Kenny rolled his eyes and shook his head. “No. That bet was a terrible idea, and I doubt either of us are gonna win it.”

“You’re probably right, but why are you so sure all of a sudden?” Cody asked, cocking his head.

“Because..” Kenny started. “I..slept with Y/N.” He whispered.

Cody’s mouth fell ajar, and his eyes widened. “What? When? How?” He asked. “No, no, no, nevermind that. Just why? Why would you do something so stupid?”

Kenny shrugged, and sighed. “She was upset, about her breakup still..and she was saying she hadn’t been with anyone since, and she was just..so pretty like usual, and she needed someone. I wanted to be that someone..I don’t know. I mean, it was my idea..I know I shouldn’t have but..she’s just so perfect, and when she wanted to sleep with me too, I didn’t think about how weird things might be. I didn’t care!” He explained.

Cody pursed his lips together angrily, and shook his head. “Oh. My. Gosh. You-You’re-son of a b*tch.” He hissed too annoyed and frustrated to finish his sentence. He slammed his fist on the table. “You idiot. You’re in love with her.” He stated dryly.

“What? N-No I’m not.” He argued.

“I wish that were true..but I can see it all over your face. Ugh! I wanna punch you so bad right now!” He growled, as his face turned bright red with frustration.

“Would you calm down? I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone so, try not to yell at me so loud.” Kenny said, already becoming annoyed.

“Fine. But, please, please, please. Think this through. I don’t know what you guys plan to do, and I don’t need to know. But, if you’re in love with her, you can’t just casually sleep with her. You know that, right?”

“I, am not in love with her. Not that any of this is your concern..” Kenny replied, refusing to look Cody in the eyes.

Cody clenched his fists as his eye began to twitch. “You’re the one that told me every-ugh, nevermind. Just, don’t do anything stupid, okay?” He begged, his tone dripping with annoyance before he rubbed the temples of his forehead and left the table.

Kenny took a deep breath. He never really considered that he might be ‘in love’ with me, he knew he had feelings for me, but he always told himself they weren’t that serious.

What if Cody was right?

He shook his head, he couldn’t think about any of that now. He pushed it out of his head, and returned to the group. I smiled at him.

“Where’d you go?” I chuckled. “You aren’t avoiding me, are you?” I teased.

He breathed a laugh, and shook his head. “No, of course not..” He said awkwardly.

“So, you regret leaving Smackdown?” AJ teased.

“And, just out ‘ov curiosity, why would she?” Finn chuckled. “She loves ‘er Raw coworkers.”  He teased, as he put his arm around me. Kenny glared at Finn, annoyed by the gesture, even if though I knew it was friendly, Kenny didn’t care. It made him angry, jealous even. But, he just looked away, trying to brush it off. Cody rolled his eyes when he noticed Kenny’s behavior.

“I do love my Raw friends, but I miss some of the people on Smackdown too.”

“Like..Adam Cole for example?” Kevin smirked.

I breathed a laugh. “Kevin, making things as weird as possible, like always I see.” I said sarcastically.

He shrugged. “You aren’t saying no..” He said before turning to AJ “How is Adam by the way? I don’t really get to talk to him much, now that I’ve moved to Raw.”

AJ cleared his throat, wishing Kevin would just drop it (and he isn’t the only one), and move on. “He’s uh..fine. I guess. He has his stable now, you know. They’re probably better people to ask than me..” He said awkwardly.

“Right, right, I know.” Kevin said, before turning his attention back to me. “So, have you talked to him, since you packed up and left without another word?” He asked.

Taking me back just a bit.

“Kev, come on...it’s none ‘ov our business.” Finn stated.

“You..weren’t even there. You have no idea what you’re talking about.” Page said, calmly coming to my defense, like always.

“I’ve known them longer than you Sweetheart.” Kevin smirked.

Page rolled his eyes resisting the urge to punch the condescending look off Kevin’s face.

Kenny clenched his fists. “No, Page is right. You have no idea what the f*ck you’re talking about. In fact, for the last part of their relationship you were pretty much never around them, and um..newsflash! I was! Your ‘little friend’ is no saint. Okay? So please, don’t make everything about him, he can do that just fine on his own.” He snapped.

Cody smacked his forehead and shook his head.

Kevin looked more shocked than any of us did, he swallowed the lump in his throat, and turned his attention to me. “I’m..sorry. This isn’t about Adam. I shouldn’t have even brought him up.” He apologized.

I nodded in response.

“Oookay! I’m gonna pretend none of that even happened.” Matt said awkwardly, trying to break the tension somehow.

I smiled softly at Kenny, before pulling him aside. “You..didn’t have to do that you know,” I said. “But, thanks.”

“Anytime..” He said shyly.

“I know you hate Adam..but now, I’m sure the restaurant does.” I teased. He chuckled in response. “Just..try to dial it down next time.” I joked.

“No promises.” He winked.

I smiled slightly before we re-joined the group at our table, just in time to hear Matt complaining about something that I’m sure was probably ridiculous.

“It’s not a big deal Matt.” Cody assured him.

“Well, excuse me, if I’m a bit upset that I invite people to hang out on the one time we’re in the same town, and they just don’t show up!” Matt huffed.

“What’s his problem?” I chuckled, as Kenny pulled out a seat for me. I nodded as a thanks before turning my attention back to Matt just in time to miss Cody shoot Kenny a questioning, and disappointed glance. Kenny just rolled his eyes in response.

“He’s mad because Kyle, Bobby, and Roderick, haven’t showed up yet.” Sami explained, playfully rolling his eyes.

Not a second later, they walked in. Only..they had one more person with them.

Adam.

“Oh..hey Babe..” He smirked.

Kevin chuckled. “And you thought I was gonna make this awkward.” He whispered.

This was gonna be a long day.

[whumperflies-and-roses]

Crystal Wounds, Part 1: Mission Start

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Wc: 1,830

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Content/trigger warnings: None that I know of, but if there is one I missed, or ones you would like me to include, please let me know!

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a little bit of background because I'm not exactly sure how to explain: It is set in the my hero academia world, with quirks and such, but before the vigilante arc. There are very little references to the the plots of any of the show or magna, so if you don't know much about it you should be fine.

This is sort of a start/ exposition to the main whump story, but I think it is worth a read anyway.

also pardon my spelling and grammar. I'm very bad at it and I hate editing

Don't come after me for the cereal. I'm warning you. i know how you are about it. do. not. come. after. me.

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Keri received the Mission call shortly after her girlfriend's morning alarm went off, right before the sunrise. She usually waited to call back once she was fully awake, but something didn't sit right in her chest. she rolled over and picked up.

"hello?"

"Ruby Rouge? We called the agency, and they directed me to this number"

"you're speaking to her" she looked over to her girlfriend, Meg, as she pulled on her favorite pink scrubs.

"We found a lead on the Villain attack that happened a couple days ago. This is Sparks by the way."

"Nice. I haven't talked to you in a bit, so what's up?"

"We really do need to catch up soon, but business first" Keri shuffled her phone to her other ear, and made her way to the kitchen to make some breakfast. "there was an anonymous intercepted message of an attack on the southern end of the city."

"when?" she stopped in the hallway, leaning against the open threshold.

"we received the message yesterday, and had it processed. The attack is supposed to happen near sundown-" static overcame his next couple of words "-Out of the city"

"It could be a trap"

"we know, but we have a Mission Meeting at noon, so if you would like to join us, you are invited. We have no clue how far they are going to get before we intercept, but we need civilian rescue and care teams ready for the attack."

"Okay. I'll see what I can do. thanks for the brief."

"keep this under wraps, but tell Meg for me please" there was static again. he was probably flying.

"will do. thanks Sparky"

"that's not my-"

I hung up the phone, and pulled out two cereal bowls and the milk. Meg entered the kitchen, and set her purse down on the table near the door.

Keri sighed as Meg slid into her seat across from her, setting down the boxes of cereal.

"who was that?" she asked

"Sparky, Mission brief." Keri poured the fruit cereal into her bowl, and the chocolatey one in Meg's.

"are you going?" she poured a generous amount of milk in her bowl and took a large bite. she checked her watch and shoved another one in her mouth.

"yeah. he wanted me to tell you that there might be a large number of civilian wounded I'd tell your coworkers too. don't know when Mission Start is, but the Briefing is at noon."

"okay" she said with her mouth full. She chewed quickly, collecting her things. Keri met her by the door before she left, embracing her and giving her a kiss.

Meg responded with a soft "Mmm" but broke off before she could loose anymore time. "I love you sweetheart. Be careful."

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Keri stopped by her hero agency before the M.M. to change into her suit and tell her team. as she left the building, she stopped to listen to the quieter streets. It wasn't noticeable to the average person, but her trained ears noticed. they must have already initiated an undercover evacuation.

she became impatient waiting on sparks, moreover, his sidekick Quantum, to open a portal and bring her to the meeting site. Keri sat down on the bench just outside the newsstand next to the agency building.

Five minutes later, he opened a portal down the block. He looked around, and when he saw her, he waved.

when she got there, Keri said "good job. You are getting way better at this, Quantum"

"thank you ma'am"

"Please, call me Ruby"

He nodded. He was normally quiet, but an excellent sidekick-in-training. Perfect for stealth missions and hostage rescue. he held out his hand, one of the stipulations of his quirk was that he couldn't take anything through the Time Pocket without it touching, or it would be lost in the folds of reality. It was scary the first time, but after going back and forth through it for a couple of weeks, Keri was used to it.

They ended up near the rear entrance of the building, and he stimmed, exited that he got it right.

"I'll have to buy you an ice cream after the mission!" He smiled excitedly at the statement, and Keri opened the door for him.

They made their way through the compound, directed by a wisp created by one of the other support heroes. once in the main meeting hall, they found their seats next to Sparks, who was stretched out in the small office chair provided for him.

"Rubes! you made it!" he exclaimed.

"Of course. You should be proud of your sidekick! He portaled spot-on to the compound!"

he held his hand up to give him a high five, which Quantum gladly received. "guess that means Ice cream."

"yep."

We waited as Quantum retrieved a couple more heroes, idly chatting about happening in and out of the hero world. there must have been a total of twenty heroes, all from the 5th rank to the 30th. Ruby Rouge, Keri's hero name, ranked in at #10, bested only by Sparks in spot #8. As the last hero sat down, the hero directors from Keri's city and the three southern border cities took their place at the head of the large conference table, signaling the meeting to start.

Director Houndshier started. He was the Director of Heroes from the city where Keri lived, and where most of the heroes here called home.

"Welcome everyone, Thank you all for coming. I'm sure you mostly know why you are here, thanks to Sparks and Quantum by the way for spreading the word." He paused to nod at them. "but we're here to fill everything else in. Remember, except for the select people who already know, like the underground evacuation team and the head nurses at Newhaven Hospital, these Mission Stats are confidential.

"We received a distress signal at 1400 yesterday, and has been since been processed. the Message stated 'Planned attack at cords 41°24'12.2"N 2°10'26.5"E.** set Thurs 4/02/22.' -anon'"

he stopped to display the message using his quirk, spirit. It aligned whisps into shapes that formed letters and numbers.

The second director started directly as the first finished his sentence. she spoke with power and intrigue, catching the brunt of the attention. "We have reason to believe the attack is going to happen near or at 1600 or 1700 this afternoon. We have gathered a groups of Support, Fighting, healing, as well as defense heroes. Participation is optional to those who have not chosen a role yet, but seeing as you all showed up in suits, ill take a gamble and say you're in, but from this point forward there is not turning back. Now, here's the plan."

the four directors explained the plan according to quirk and fighting styles. Plan explanations were always tedious, but Ruby scrawled her part into an electronic notepad attached to her suit's cuffs. with the exception of a couple heroes, tasks will be given out by category. Fighters and support heroes will take to the main border, and attack the coming brigades. support will be scattered throughout the streets, and pick off anyone who is able to break the main line. Healers and rescue heroes will help any citizens that haven't been evacuated, or are hurt, and move them outside the radius. Defense heroes will make sure no one gets in or out of the radius, especially ones who can create barriers.

unfortunately, they weren't planning for this to be a 100% success mission. the barrier would move if the battle got closer to the city. They didn't have a solid clue as to how this is going to go.

some assistants passed out brief packets describing possible villain quirks, fighting styles, surveillance captures of the area, and civilian counts of individuals that have not been evacuated. when the assistant got to Keri and Sparks, however, they were given instructions to meet in the secondary office. they were part of the exception.

Most of the heroes were dismissed for lunch, provided by the directors, but the others stayed behind for their tasks. there were five of them, including Ruby and Sparks.

"Alright. Sorry for keeping you all from your meal, but this should be quick," the female director started, "We have very limited information, but from the stuff that we do have, all of your quirks here are especially important to this mission. Ruby, Vers, Brakke, all of you have both defense doubling as attack quirks, so we are asking if you can put up a tangible barrier at start, and then join the fighting at the front lines, if you can. I know things can easily get messy out there, but we know you can handle things like that."

She went on to explain the other heroes' tasks, but ruby barley paid any attention. Her instinct told her that the mission would not go over well. they were pushing out a mission that had little to no hero class information, and they were sending specialty tasks.

When the director was finished she dismissed the rest of the heroes to eat. Ruby stayed behind and waited until it was just her and the directors left in the room. She would just have to catch up with Sparks later.

"if I might have a word, directors?" she asked.

"of course. go ahead" Director Houndshier said.

"First of all, we're going in blind aren't we?"

he sighed deeply. "Unfortunately, and I'm not supposed to tell you this, but since you already picked up on it, yes, we are. we don't know if it's a trap or not. some of the higher ranking heroes are going to try and subtly drop hints to brush up on trap training before Mission Start. I honestly wish that I could tell them outright." he ran a hand through his greying hair.

"thanks for telling me." there was a slight pause. "also, last question, do you want me to inform Megan?"

"yes please, but keep the details vague"

"yes sir. thank you." Ruby bowed, and was dismissed to lunch.

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"Sorry, Meg can't come to her phone right now, please leave a message at the beep."

the shrill noise sounded on speaker in the hallway, bouncing off the walls. it was a half hour until mission start, but Keri wanted to talk to Meg for a second. it wasn't a possibility, because of work, so she left a message.

"Hey Meg, it's Keri. I just wanted to let you know I love you, and that we are 30 minutes until Mission Start. If you do call me back, I probably won't answer, so yeah. love you bye."

She hung up the phone, and met the other heroes in the courtyard of the compound. they were being teleported to random locations throughout the city, but near the southern tip.

Anxiety welled up at the back of her mind, but she couldn't focus on what could go wrong.

She could only believe everything would turn out right.

[clown-bait]

29 Neibolt ST (Monster Roommate AU) CH18

OH WOW LOOK WHOS FINALLY UPDATING! Its been awhile and I need to get the main plot finished before I do anything else with the holiday plot so heres the next chapter. The gang gets take out and bonds a bit over kung pao and entrails. 

CHAPTER 18

Bad cop, Worse cop

“Well while we wait, Leech right? A word please.” the elder clown turned to the vampire. She went to stand and follow him but wobbled on her still busted leg. She would need fresh blood to heal it she had to kill again.

Leatherface helped her to the kitchen and sat her on a chair patting her head with a smile and walking out. Uncle Penny was very quiet it was actually making her quite unnerved. “Alright look this aint easy for me to say-”

“You want me out don't you. What? You worried I'm gonna ruin your little protege or something because he caught a case of the fucking feelings?” she spat claws drawn.

“Will you let me finish? Sheesh you're a little spitfire no wonder the kid likes ya.”

Leech hissed “Fine”

“Junior in there… my nephew…or whatever you want to call it. Look I like that kid a lot alright?” the elder clown began. He seemed to be struggling with this quite a bit “He’s a bit more of a drama queen but he's still a version of me. The kid likes you fangs he likes you a lot. Just be good to him alright?”

“Wait you.. care about him?” Leech instantly dropped her guard.

“Yeah kid, I guess I do.”

“I'm starting to see the relation now, you're both secret softies.” she gave him a devious smirk.

The elder clown grumbled and helped her up. “Don't tell nobody.”

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“Chucky does it really matter what we order were just trying to find to information” the female doll reached for her wallet that her husband was going through in search of money to pitch in for their order.

“Look we might as well get some good food outta this Tiff, and I want some of that kung pao.”

“If the doll gets chicken I want noodles” Ash spoke up slamming a $10 on the coffee table

“I'm putting in a request to keep this garlic free.” Leech shouted with a vigorous nod from Dracula.

“C-can I get orange chicken?” Jim poked his head from behind the couch.

“This aint Panda Express Jim they don't got that” Chucky grumbled getting out his own wallet.

“Get the kid sweet and sour pork” Tiff suggested.

“Ask for extra cooOOokiEs!” Penny spoke up jingling his bells as he bounced.

“Ok but do we want rice though?” Freddy called out to the rest of the gang as he repeated their orders

“Don't get it with shrimp I hate their shrimp” Uncle Penny joined in opening his own colorful wallet.

“Leatherface wants egg rolls” the giant excitedly clapped behind Leech and grunted “extra dipping sauce!” she said for him.

“What?! What do you mean you're out of the beef and broccoli what Chinese place runs out of beef and broccoli I'm calling Chin’s at least they have fucking orange chicken!” Freddy hung up the phone and dialed a different number “Hey Ken, its Fred. You got that beef and broccoli yeah?”

“Freddy were supposed to be ordering from the other place so we can find out who has the book.” the gang shouted at him.

“Oh shit. right.”

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“Never have I ever…been naked in public.” Chucky stated. The gang were all piled in the kitchen waiting for the unsuspecting delivery person to arrive.

“Oh fuck you.” Leech growled and took a drink along with tiff.

“Wait when did you go naked in public?” Chucky turned to his wife.

“Last girls night got a little uh….it got interesting,,,” Leech trailed off nervously as Penny spit out his drink. (which was just a cup of pure grenadine)

“You did what now?” the younger clown growled.

“Tiff may or may not have killed someone at a spa and then dumped the body at the Quarry” Leech laughed nervously.

“Which led to your brilliant drunk idea to wash the evidence off and hide the body in the lake”

“Look it was nice until that cop showed up! You even said so!”

“Wait you two went on a drunk murder spree and then skinny dipped after?” Chucky looked at both girls in awe.

“Well I had to swim out to the middle to sink the body and there was no way I was going to do that in my nice outfit.” Leech trailed off.

“Shit how come I'm never invited to girls night!?”

“Chucky you're the last person we’d invite to girls night.” Tiff rolled her eyes.

“Am I the first?” Penny turned to Leech excitedly.

“You're the second to last”

“Wait why am I last?”

A knock at the door broke the conversation. The monsters all went eerily silent horrible wicked grins grew on their faces.

“Ash and Jim should go upstairs.” Dracula suggested

“Wait you're not planning what I think you guys are planning are you?” Ash looked at the gang. He was still a good guy despite hanging with villains. Letting them kill some poor delivery kid was a bit over the line for him.

“Go upstairs Ashey” Freddy said clacking his knives on the chair he was in.

“I’m not ok with this”

“Sorry pal, gonna need you to stay out of this one. Bubba help me out here.” Freddy turned to Leatherface who causally walked over to ash and knocked him out cold. Leech snapped her fingers at Jim and pointed at the unconscious man. The poor servant struggled to haul him upstairs. A harder more impatient knock came at the door again. The monsters all vanished out of the room and silence fell upon the old house once more. The delivery girl pushed the door open with an eerie creak. “Um hello? I got a pretty big order here for a mister Kruger?”

The door slammed and locked behind her. She yelped in surprise dropping the bag of food.

“That bitch better not have spilt my chicken” Chucky whispered from the closet.

“Shhh Chucky!” Tiffany hissed.

“Babe I’ve been thinking about that chicken since the phone hung up the craving cant be stopped!”

“I cant remember did you get the white breast meat kind?” Leech whispered from behind them.

“Hell yeah thats the best kind!”

“Nice. I miss Chinese food”

“WILL BOTH OF YOU BE QUIET!” Tiff hissed rather loudly

“Who’s yelling in here? Girl doll, Leech stop chatting!” Penny's head appeared from between the coats

“I wasn't chatting it was Fangs and Chatty Cathy here. Also I have a name clown.” Tiff snarled.

“Yeah don't be mean to my wife Jingles!”

“All of you stop talking! How are you three this incompetent!” the clown hissed

“Hey! I’ve gotten better Pen!” Leech snapped at him, accidentally pulling the coat she was supporting herself with off the hanger and crashing into a broom.

“HELLO?!” the delivery girl called out frantically.

“Leech!”

“I needed something to hold onto! Are you're forgetting that my leg is fucked up!?” Leech hissed at Penny

“Ugh just come here lean on me”

“Aww thanks Pen~”

“Hey love birds shut your traps!”

“Watch your mouth doll!”

The door flung open and the girl shrieked. The monsters seemed slightly caught off guard all looking at one another to make a move.

“Oh hey there…uh you didn't see if the chicken survived did you?’

“You're still on about that?”

“i am craving that kung pao fangs.”

“WHAT THE FUCK WHAT ARE YOU AAAAHHHH” the girl screamed as her head was yanked back and a knife covered finger pressed into her throat.

“Wow you guys suck at this” Freddy laughed as the girl thrashed and shrieked.

“I am injured Freddy, also can you shut her up? I cant hear myself think.” Leech covered her sensitive ears.

“Yeah, yeah I’ll have Bubba tie her up”

“P-PLEASE STOP WHAT ARE YOU-“ the giant grabbed the girl around the waist and carried her away.

The delivery girl was blindfolded and strapped to a chair she couldn't see who was in the room with her but she could hear. Bells jingled around her and something growled.

“Mmmm I must say it is nice to get some take out from time” Pennywise laughed sniffing the girl.

The girl screamed and penny’s claws gripped her shirt sharply yanking her forward. “None of that dear, we just want to ask some questions. Then you can scream all you want hehehe.”

“YEAH LIKE WHY IS THERE SHIRMP IN MY RICE?” a raspy shout came from the living room.

“Alright bad cop my turn” Leech stood up to try to move Penny out of the way but doubled over in pain taking her chair to the floor with her. The clown snarled and released the girl going over to tend to his mate who was raking claw marks into the table.

“You're not going anywhere Leech just sit.”

“Pen I want to help.”

“You’re ruining my table with your helping. Sit.”

“But pen-“

“No buts Leech!”

The two monsters began to bicker and Dracula casually walked over to the poor delivery girl undoing her blindfold and gag. “You will have to excuse my associates my dear, they can be quite barbaric in their ways. Now, we have a few questions for you about your place of employment if you answer well things might turn out for the better for you.”

“W-what do you want to know?”

“YOU BREAK THE TABLE ON A WEEKLY BASIS PEN!”

“YEAH I BREAK THE TABLE! ITS MY TABLE TO BREAK NOT YOURS!”

“Pardon me for a moment dear” the elder vampire turned to the arguing pair. “*AHEM* WILL THE BOTH OF YOU EITHER REMOVE YOURSELVES TO A ROOM OR QUIET YOUR SHOUTING?”

The couple stopped immediately.

“……D-did you just tell us to get a room Drac?”

“Do you not think I am capable of making such remarks? I do live with Fred Kruger.”

“This is taking too long” the clown marched over to the girl grabbing her throat with his claws.

“WHERES THE BOOK?”

“I-I-I-I…”

“TELL ME!”

“Penny she cant speak because you're literally breaking her windpipe”

“Don't tell me how to intimidate my victims Leechie! Stop back seat scaring.”

“Hey I'm just calling it as I see it Pen”

The clown snarled at the nosferatu his claws making small cuts in the girls neck as he glared at his mate. “Your beloved is right clown she's no use to us dead” the elder vampire stated. Pennywise huffed and released the girl who began coughing and crying. Leech inhaled sharply and pushed herself up using her anger to mask the extreme pain in her leg and gut. She stumbled over to the girl and cupped her face. the elder vampire and clown watched on with interest.

“Girl, listen. We need to know if any of your coworkers meet the description of hair gel and revenge obsessed. Probably someone new in town, carries around a creepy looking book”

“T-theres A-Adam I g-guess… He doesn't seem revenge obsessed he seems rather nice really. Will you let me go now p-please?”

“See Pen? You just gotta get straight to the point and- Wait…wh-what was that name?” Leech’s eyes darkened and her blood ran cold

“A-Adam”

Bones cracked in the vampires shoulders and she pulled her hands away staring at her blood covered fingers and back at the girl. “Huh….that… thats interesting….”

“Apprentice, isn't that the name of-“ the elder vampire was cut off by Leech’s soft laughter that grew louder and frantic, her voice splitting into something demonic till the nosferatu doubled over and began shrieking.

“HAHAHAHA SEE YOU CANT HELP IT EITHER!” Pennywise shouted to her beaming with victory as his mate gave into a frenzied bloodlust.

“It seems she's been picking up your mannerisms clown” the elder vampire said to him.

“Birds of a feather.” Pennywise chuckled to himself as leech’s limbs stretched and dislocated. The nosferatu’s face changed to the large eared skeletal bat monster and her claws clacked against the kitchen tiles. The creature charged the delivery girl grabbing her face and tilting her head back. She frantically licked the cuts on her victims neck with greed and when the girl screamed Leech roared back at her in her face. The nosferatu bit down into the girls collar and began to shake her head side to side like a shark cutting out a large chunk of flesh. Pennywise grinned and let out an involuntary purr.

“Ah would you look at that! She's come so far. You must be proud of her.” Dracula said to him looking on like a father at his daughter’s graduation.

“Very.” Penny smiled dreamily. The elder vampire patted him on the shoulder and tipped his hat moving to join the rest of the house having dinner on the couch. Ash came downstairs rubbing his head going to the kitchen to fashion an icepack when he saw the murder scene unfolding in the kitchen

“What the hell happened here?”

Leech sniffed the air a chunk of flesh hung from her mouth. She turned to the human and lunged at him screeching, Ash quickly drew his shot gun and took aim. Before anything bad could happen something grabbed the vampire by the ear and sat her down. Whoever it was spoke to her harshly in Romanian and Leech felt weirdly compelled to obey turning back and landing in a squatting position.

“You need to show me how you did that vampire.” Penny turned to Dracula in earnest.

“What was I just doing?” Leech shook herself in a haze.

“You got triggered!” Freddy shouted with a mouth full of noodles. “Some guy named Adam has the book and you freaked out.”

“WHAT?”

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Gasp what a twist. Not really but I’m excited to reveal Adam the vampire to you all and the real reason Leech left him. Also Dracula shouting at night creatures to sit the fuck down in Romanian like he does with the wolf in Bram Stokers Dracula. PS: Don’t break Pennywise’s table.

[harley-quinnn]

Riddle Me This

Joker x Reader

Masterlist | Requests

Prompt: Can you do one where the reader is The Riddler and her inspiration was the joker, and she gets taken hostage by him when he's doing a heist at her bank (the bank being her day-job) +if you can find a twisted way to turn it into smut my emotions would appreciate it. Thanks :)

Warnings: Light violence, smut. “One-hundred, two-hundred, three-hundred, four-hundred. There you go, Mr. Johnson, have a great day,” you say as you hand over crisp green bills to the stranger before you. 

Working a bank wasn’t necessarily you dream job, but it paid the bills steadily. There were other things you enjoyed doing during the day, but this was normal. The more normal you came across to people, the better. 

The bank was not your only daily task at hand. By day you were a humble teller. By night, you played a larger role in society. A role that wasn’t one anyone could forget. You’re The Riddler, one of Gotham City’s finest criminals. 

As a child, your wants were simple. Growing up, super heroes and super villains alike came and went. But after a while, the entirety of it all grew on you. You became fascinated with their lifestyles, their “work.” Secretly, you kept news articles and magazine clippings. Your favorite, however, was an insane man known as The Joker. He was your secret, your favorite escape from normalcy. His crimes were gruesome, brutal, but somehow, they all still seemed to have a joke attached to them. His partner in crime was Harley Quinn, and you envied everything about her, especially how he seemed to adore her. 

You loved literature, and aside of your villain fetish, books were another escape from the dismal life you led. When you became The Riddler, you turned that into something further, something darker, and something intriguing. 

It’s almost closing time, and there are a few people in line with last minute pay-day checks waiting to be cashed. Your eyes move from the clock to the line, and everything in you just wants to go home today. 

“Next!” You call out, a forced smile placing itself on your lips as you watch the next person move forward. As she approaches the counter, she beams at you. You want desperately to roll your eyes. The day’s been rough, and you can’t believe the optimism in this girls face. 

“Can I cash this here? My boss said it might be a little difficult..”

She hands over a check, and you're ready to tell her ‘of course.’ When you look down, you notice the absurd amount on it paired with smiley faces and “ha ha ha” in what looks like blood. Your heart seems to have stopped beating as you look up at her again, the indicative heart tattoo on her cheek moving slightly as she winks at you. In the same moment, a gun goes off behind her, causing the rest of the staff and patrons to scream and take cover.

A slow, drawn out, mocking laugh billows through the room, and you’re ready to  reveal your own identity to them. Looking around, you know you’ll land yourself in a world of trouble with your only steady income if you reveal yourself as The Riddler, another of Gotham’s now famous criminals. Usually you’d be proud, but for now you think you can handle this covertly.

“Gee, puddin’,” the blonde says with a pout, turning back to the man no one could forget, “She can’t cash it..” 

He walks over to you and she steps away, handling the other now-hostages with a smile and a revolver.

His gun points directly at you, and though you feel intimidated, you know better. You smuggle in your own gun everyday and hide it under the counter. It was none other than the one you use for your own crimes. 

“No bullet proof glass? What a shame..” He says, leaning over the counter and staring into your eyes, confirming that you, too, are now one of his hostages. His gun is firm in his hand as he grips the counter around it, smacking his other hand down.

“I’m havin’ a little party here tonight, and you’re invited! In fact, you can hand out the party favors. Aren’t you lucky...”

He studies your features as he speaks, as if he remembers seeing your face before. Though you haven’t formally met, he was your inspiration and you have crossed paths before on more than one occasion. 

You glare up at him, knowing he was trying to figure out where he’d seen you and assuming he wouldn’t remember. Standing up, you cock your head to one side.

“Oh yeah? And how do you expect me to do that?” You ask, it takes everything in you not to throw some sort of riddle at him. Being naturally quizzical already will just have to do for now. You point to the emergency button that comes with every bank teller position, unsure if someone else had the time to pull the silent alarm. Something in you didn’t want to, though. Be it the criminal in you or not, you have other plans.

His icy gaze shifts to your hand and back up to your face, not without taking a detour of the rest of your body in the {F/C} dress you wore today. His jaw clenches and his tongue runs along his metal teeth before he speaks again. You catch yourself staring, feelings of all kinds building up within you. 

After all, he was your inspiration to join the life of crime, and you adored him. As a normal person, and just as any other criminal would, you had to suppress that. You wondered how many other people in your “line of work” had to do the same. The only lucky one was Harley Quinn. She gets to fawn over him and worship the ground he walks on, but she was always just a pawn in his games and everyone knew it.

“All that money in there,” he gestures towards the drawer in front of you with a coy grin. “It’s gonna go to my dear friends who are arriving soon.. You, doll face, get to play host, and, pass it all out.”

You lift your finger from hovering over the button and smirk, shrugging now with both hands in the air. 

“You gonna make me?”

A hostage screams from the corner, telling you to do what he wants. A loud bang follows and you realize it wasn’t from Harley’s gun. You look over to see one of your coworkers now lifeless on the floor, a slight pang of guilt washing over you. It wasn’t like you to feel bad over anyone, but you knew she had kids at home, and they didn’t deserve that. He puts the gun to his lips and blows on the end, winking at you now.

“And if anyone else wants to say anything, they can get their ticket outta here the same way,” he says loudly, eyes still on your features, knowing everyone can hear him. Silent cries proceed as you step back, suddenly wanting to give him the money before you lose another daytime friend.

The wheels in his brain are turning as he continues to examine you. Harley tosses him a bag and he throws it at you. Catching it against your chest, you begin to think. 

“You look scared, honey, are ya? Let me make it better, hm?” He coos, the sarcasm thick in his last sentence. “Just come out here,” he mockingly coaxes. “Let daddy show ya it’ll all be okay..” He laughs afterwards, gesturing for you to step out from behind the counter with his gun. 

You feel as though you have no choice as you covertly slide your hands under the desk and pull out wads of cash you'd been smuggling out for yourself throughout the day, concealing your gun within in pile in your hands.

“Att’a girl..” He says, his grin widening before he speaks again. “Harley, go get Frost.”

“He’s not here, though, boss,” she says, a frown forming on her lips as she backs up towards the entrance.

“I didn’t fucking ask that, Harls..” He shoots her a look and she immediately draws into herself, sighing quickly before hopping out of the door.

“Ah, ah, ah... No moving..” He says to the others who are now trembling in fear in each others arms.

You walk down the small area behind the counters with the cash and the gun loaded in your arms. As soon as you step out from behind it, you toss it all at him and point the gun at his head.

“Two can play at this game,” you say, pulling the hammer on the gun and staring at him with what little confidence you had in front of someone who was like a hero to you. How the tables have turned.. you think.

The money slowly drifts down from the air and onto the floor around him. He twitches, the anger brewing in him like the darkest of storms.

"I don't think you've got the guts.." he starts, looking down at the name tag on your breast. "{Y/N}.."

Your name on his lips is something of a silent prayer. Trying to keep your hand from shaking, you bring your other hand to hold your wrist.

"You wanna bet?"

Before you can grasp what's happening, he's got you by your {H/C} hair, and dragging you into the back room. He grunts as he picks an identification card off of a desk and uses it to unlock the door. While you're being dragged inside, you bring the gun to his chest and struggle to break free.

"Let me go!" you spit.

It's only seconds before he reaches over and removes the gun from your hand, throwing it down and slamming the door behind you. Piles of cash are laying around, and you look at it in awe. Had you only known this sooner you wouldn't have needed this job in the first place. Silently damning yourself, you wince as he pushes you up against a wall.

Your eyes are shut as you hear the hammer click on his gun again, and you expect the worst. This is it.. Murdered by my own hero.. By the one man I've admired for years..

"You've got such a gorgeous face... A familiar one, too.." he grumbles.

Shocked, your eyes pop open. What did he just say?

"Excuse me?" You say, the sarcasm now laid thick in your own voice.

"Cut the shit, Riddler." He says, making your heart jump. "I'm almost surprised you withheld the notion of making me answer one of those.. God awful riddles!" He says now, the volume of his tone rising.

Hearing that almost hurt, and if you didn't already know it was because he could never figure them out, you may have cried. Instead, you felt slightly triumphant.

"Ya wanna riddle me a new one then?" You ask with a smirk, feeling the gun press closer into your temple.

"I'd rather do something that even you won't be able to decipher," he says, his hands curtly on your thighs, pushing your dress up and then undoing his own black pair of pants.

"No panties, today, huh..?" He rasps, his fingers just barely grazing your center.

It was all happening so quickly for you. Just the rough touch of his cold hands on your warm skin sent a tingling feeling to the rose between your thighs. Before you knew it, you were being picked up and shoved against the wall. Your head bangs slightly on the wall as he does so, and you bite into your lower lip, a hand instinctively reaching for his green locks.

"You've been dying to do this, haven't you?" You say, hoping with everything he gives you the answer you've been dying to hear for years as you give into the carnal desire that the two of you held for each other for so long.

"Oh.. More than you know.." he growls, kissing the tops of your breasts, trailing each kiss to your clavicle. His tongue runs along your neck and you can't stifle the soft moan it elicits from you.

"Mm, purr for me like a kitten, baby girl.." he mumbles against your skin as he quickly and roughly slides his thick shaft in between your slick folds.

A large inhale is all you can give as you feel him sliding into you. A dream come true is feeling him speed up, your entire body rubbing against his as he does so. You moan louder as his fingers grip into your ass now, pulling on his hair with your own slender digits.

"I've wanted you for as long as I can remember.." you sigh between breaths, watching as his hard expression twists into that of pleasure.

His groaning could drive any woman wild, and you buck your hips along with him as you do everything you can to feel his cock push even deeper against your sweet spot.

"Oh baby.." he growls again, unraveling at the seams as he begins to bring you down harder on his member. He took pleasure in being wanted, especially by you. It wasn't everyday he met a pretty face that was on the same caliber as himself, and Harley had grown to be old news by now.

Every time you feel him enter you entirely, your body begins to tremble with waves of pleasure. The closer you get to your own release, the more you want to scream out. His teeth dig into your skin, leaving mark after mark as he can control himself less and less.

The feeling between your legs is almost insatiable as he strokes into your core. You want more of him, all of him, all at once.

"Oh daddy, give it to me.."

Its like your words alone changed him. He pins you against the wall now, just low enough so can he thrust into you with everything he's got. He accepted the challenge and was passing with flying colors as you begin to moan at the top of your lungs.

You shudder with ecstasy, gasping and moaning. It’s exhilarating as your nails trail thin cuts down his toned, tattooed back, only adding to the heat engulfing your swollen clit being stimulated by the friction of his groin against yours. He finishes in you, painting your walls as you throb around his large shaft, making it impossible for him to torture himself in the best way possible with you any further.

Continuing to thrust up into you, he can tell you're completely lost for words. Your mouth is agape as you're unable to stop him from inflicting the immense amount of pleasure on your extra sensitive core. It almost hurts in a way that you could fall in love with.

You can feel his cum dripping from your folds as he pulls out slowly, setting you down on a table full of money next to the two of you. Trying to catch your breath, you stare up at the ceiling, a hand resting over your chest as he cleans himself up, pocketing money off the same table you're now sitting on.

He looks at you with a smirk, clearly proud of his power over you as your {E/C} eyes meet his again.

"So you're gonna be a good little hostage.. And hand over all the cash to the nice men who are comin' to visit.. Or I'll have to do this again.. Understand?" The smirk on his lips already tells you something else is coming down the pike for you later anyway, and you slide your fingers between your legs, carefully wiping up some his cum and rubbing it between your fingers with your own smirk.

"I hear you loud and clear.."

"Puddin'!" You both hear from the other room, causing your heads to immediately snap towards the door. "Ya boys are here!"

[tustinjomimori]

Chap. 1- Eraserhead more like Sleepyhead

This is my first fic since...since Free! first was a thing. 

Boku no Hero Academia 

Aizawa Shouta/Reader

T+ rating 

I’ll re-post this to AO3 once I’m finally sent an invite. Will probably edit it before re-posting as well. 

“Write drunk, edit sober”??? More like “write drunk, edit drunk”!

NOTES: 

Reader is probably around 25 y/o (my age lol)

I’m trying to keep the reader as gender neutral as possible, but please let me know if I slip up!

Also, please let me know if I slip up with the tenses or if anything seems off to you!

 This is pretty self indulgent but I’m hoping other people can enjoy it as well

ALSO ALSO ALSO!!!! Please help me name this because I originally had it saved on my desktop as “My greasy boyfriend who does a lot of weed and needs a nap” but that’s no good !!!

Happy reading !!

Shouta Aizawa is maybe....probably...definitely the most attractive man you have ever met in your life. You think maybe he isn’t conventionally attractive, what with his large eyes that are mostly whites, tired and bloodshot. His appearance is generally disheveled and he has dark circles under his eyes every time you see him. Nonetheless, you find yourself drawn to him, daydreaming about what his hair would feel like between your fingers, whether his lips would be chapped and rough or soft and pliant under your own. And that stubble that was scattered across his gorgeous jawline...would it tickle or scratch at your own soft face as you moved against each other?

You hum to yourself as you imagine it, sitting at your desk in the teacher's lounge of U.A., head propped up against one hand while you gaze blankly at the computer before you. You’re a teacher at the school, focusing on emergency and natural disaster response courses, first aid, and some general education. You also help out in the nurse's office when needed.  Of course, you’re also a small time hero as well. Most students have no idea who you are when they first meet you, save for the green haired kid in Aizawa's homeroom class who seemed to have  a surprisingly extensive knowledge of yourself and your few accomplishments. You found it rather endearing, albeit a tad creepy, especially since you never really thought of your quirk as super useful in the realm of heroes.

 You can manipulate energy; send small bursts of it through your hands which could do a small amount of damage to an opponent, more if you hit one of the many pressure points you had thoroughly memorized. You could also help speed up the body's recovery process, though not to the extent that Recovery Girl could. Overall, it was a useful quirk for emergency and disaster response but you find yourself lacking confidence when it comes to combat; you can only really fight in close quarters, but due to the nature of your quirk, you’re also able to draw energy from around yourself to boost your own stamina or that of your teammates.

In any case, you love your job at the number one hero school. Your students, second years, are bright, talented, and show you so much potential every day. You’ve made quick friends with most of the school's faculty as well, which has helped make the job all the more enjoyable.

But damn, if your crush on the black haired man wasn't distracting, frustrating, and all around something you wish you could forget about.

Friends and coworkers. That's all you and Aizawa are. And Aizawa might not even consider the two of you friends if you were being honest with yourself. The only time he really seemed interested in what you had to say was when you were talking about your cats, so him wanting anything beyond friendship with you was, in your eyes, entirely outside the realm of possibility. Not only are you plain in appearance and in quirk (or so you have yourself convinced), he just doesn't strike you as the type of guy to be interested in romance. Besides, you’ve already experienced enough heartbreak in your short life, thank you very much, that the fear of rejection you harbor squashes any notions of confessing to your fellow teacher. Things were fine as they were and you would get over him, simple as that.

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Suddenly you’re awakened from your daydreams when an announcement over the school's intercom system makes your blood run cold.

"THERE HAS BEEN AN ATTACK AT THE USJ. I REPEAT, VILLAINS HAVE ATTACKED THE SCHOOL'S USJ FACILITY. WE BELIEVE THAT THEY HAVE TAKEN A CLASS OF FIRST YEAR STUDENTS HOSTAGE. THE NUMBER AND QUIRKS OF THE VILLAINS IS YET UNKNOWN. ALL AVAILABLE STAFF, GATHER AT THE GARAGE AND PREPARE FOR COMBAT. ALL STUDENTS, PLEASE--"

You can't even hear the rest of the message as you stand from your chair and dash out into the hallway, the message that a group of first years has been taken hostage ringing in your ears and letting a ball of dread that feels like an ice cold rock settle in your stomach.

You make it to the garage where a number of emergency vehicles are being prepared to transfer you and your fellow-hero teachers to the site of the attack. Your mouth is dry as you fret over how long it will be until the vehicles are ready to go, how long it will take to arrive at USJ. 

God, will the kids still be alright by the time you all arrive?

You haven't been a hero for long, just a few years, and now that you’re a teacher, the time you have to patrol has been cut short. You’re used to dealing with emergencies, but your specialty is in responding to accidents, natural disaster response, and small time villains who can be fought at close range. Sometimes you resent the fact that your quirk doesn’t give you the kind of combat readiness that other heroes have and the thought that maybe you would be useless in the approaching confrontation flashes across your mind.

You wring your hands anxiously when you feel the truck you’re sitting in start up. Next to you, Midnight seems to have noticed your nerves and puts what you assume is meant to be a reassuring hand over your arm. She gives it a quick pat and mutters,

"It'll be fine. All Might is already on his way. Aizawa and Thirteen will hold off the villains until then, so don't worry."

Fuck, you had forgotten about Aizawa. It was his class at the USJ being attacked, of fucking course it was. Placing a steadying hand against your own pounding heart, you focus on your breathing as you try to convince yourself that Midnight is right. Things will be ok. Aizawa and Thirteen are more than capable. They’re both incredibly strong and would never let any harm come to their students. And then there’s All Might, the strongest hero and symbol of peace. You trust him, as did everyone really, and you really HAD to trust in him in this situation.

You murmur a soft “yeah”  in response to Midnight's reassurance, going back to chewing the inside of your cheek and trying to calm your nerves when the truck comes to an abrupt halt outside the USJ.

You quickly jump out of the truck, followed by your fellow teachers, and race towards the entrance of the building. The first thing you notice are a handful of students, and god do they look young and scared out of their minds. But they’re safe, you realize after a quick scan of the area in front of you. At least those at the entrance to the facility are fine, probably because they had been protected by your coworker, Thirteen, who you notice is decidedly NOT fine. The man is lying face down on the ground between a couple of girls, who, judging from their faces, probably believe him to be dead.

You can hear Snipe firing off a number of rounds, presumably attacking the villains down below you, as you kneel on the ground next to the girls and your coworker.

"Hey, you two doing ok? It's alright now. What happened to Thirteen?" You’re pleasantly  surprised to find your voice is level, adrenaline and experience kicking in and forcing you into Hero Mode. The girls both sigh with relief when you indicate that Thirteen still has a pulse.

"He's alive." You state. "I'm going to heal him as best as I can, but he'll still need proper medical attention. Are any of you students hurt?"

"I....don't think so.... Well Deku might be, he's always getting hurt but...." One of the girls, a brunette with eyes like shiny dinner plates trails off.

"Sensei!" You hear a call from behind you. It’s the frog girl from class 1-A who always seems so calm and cool. She looks none the worse for wear, no physical injuries that you can see, but the look on her face makes you swallow that lump of dread once again.

She indicates to something laying on the ground behind her, something that looks vaguely human and also vaguely like a bag of meat. You continue to channel energy from your surroundings into your body, then transferring it again into Thirteen’s beaten body, healing him to the best of your ability, while you study the black lump before you.

You don’t even recognize the mess of a man before you until the frog girl speaks up again.

“It's Aizawa-sensei……” she looks back at the lump, at Aizawa, furrowing her brows with concern and continues,“He's really bad off…. He protected me and everyone and …..”

You vaguely recognize the tears welling in her eyes while they appear in your own. Blinking them back, trying to think rationally, you examine Thirteen before you. Deeming that he will be fine until he can be brought to a proper medical facility, you whip around and sprint the short distance to Aizawa, body splayed out unnaturally on the ground.

You gingerly move the man's body around, trying to determine the extent of the damage he’s taken. One arm is missing all the skin around the elbow, both arms seem broken in several (you try not to think about the number of breaks) places, and his face is almost unrecognizable, blood drying on every surface of it and matting in his hair.

Behind you, you can distinctly hear Present Mic attacking the villains with his yell, as well as the booming voice of All Might as they, you assume, fight off the last of the villains. You can't focus on that now though, not with the way Aizawa is bleeding out and probably dying before your eyes.

Taking a deep breath, you place your hands above his prone body, drawing in as much energy from around you as you possibly can, transferring that energy into the broken body before you and praying his body will heal enough to keep him alive until he can be transferred to a hospital. In the back of your mind, you remember that there’s only so much energy you can store within or pass through your body to heal others before you run out of steam and pass out, unable to use your quirk for at least half a day.

You've never had to heal someone so close to you before though, and on top of the villain attack targeting the kids setting you on edge, you barely have the sense to pull away from Aizawa when you realize you've almost reached your limit. You notice you’re shedding tears and hurriedly wipe them away, probably staining your face with your crush’s blood in the process, before reexamining the man before you.

He should be fine, right? Fuck, you hope so, but he looks just so broken that you aren't completely sure. Your anxiety is getting the better of you at this point though and you’re about to start healing him once again when you feel a hand on your shoulder.

You turn to see Present Mic, hand gently squeezing your shoulder. His face is filled with concern but whether that concern is for you, for Aizawa, or the whole situation at hand you can't be sure. He gives you a smile, a forced one that looks nothing like his usual grin, and says in a shakier voice than you've heard from him before,“Hey there kid, you're doing a great job but I know you've almost passed your limit. We can't have any more of teachers down for the count than we already have, you know.”

His gaze drifts from your face, which you’re sure is doing all it can to betray your stupid feelings, towards Aizawa and you remember that the two are close. Aizawa would likely never label them as ‘best friends’ but you think the phrase fit the two pretty well. Of course you aren't the only one concerned about him, you think to yourself.

“He’ll make it….right?” Mic asks, his eyes looking somewhat desperate.

You swallow, though it’s difficult because your mouth is thoroughly parched.

“I can still heal him some more….” Your voice is wavering and if Mic hasn’t already picked up on your stupid crush, the tears coming back to your eyes and the way your voice shakes is sure to clue him in on it.

“I think the bleeding has stopped but with the way his face is looking…….there could be possible brain damage.” You finish in a small voice.

Mic’s eyebrows furrow in concern once again, but it’s then that you remember something important. 

You’re not just a healer, not just a hero, and not just someone with a stupid crush on your stupid sexy coworker. You’re a teacher and you’re surrounded by students who are probably scared shitess and who need you.  

You grab the hand Mic still has resting on your shoulder and use it pull yourself up off the ground. Looking around you, you see that there are no villains left standing, and you can faintly see the huge form of All Might standing in a cloud of smoke down below you. You assume he and the other teachers have fought off the present danger and with a sigh of relief, and a quick thank you to Mic, you turn to gather and usher the surrounding students outside, where you can see police lights flashing and officers waiting.

You’re exhausted and you've run out of the ability to channel more energy into yourself for the rest of the day. You feel light headed, but you still go ahead and make sure each of the students is fine, checking for injuries and also making sure to let them know that should they need someone to talk to, they can always come to you. Checking in on the students is probably the only thing keeping your anxiety over Aizawa and Thirteen (but mostly Aizawa’s) conditions at bay.

At one point you see a parade of stretchers move past you, one holding that green haired first year, another holding a figure covered with a blanket. You assume this to be All Might in his true form, hidden so that the students don't start to get an idea of who that skinny man sometimes seen wandering around campus truly is.

Finally, you see Aizawa being carried into an ambulance. You want to offer more assistance in healing him, All Might as well, and the boy, but you physically can't and Mic was right, the last thing your fellow teachers needed was to deal with you pushing yourself past your limits and having to put you on a stretcher as well.

You ride back to the school with the students, and Present Mic sits next to you, filling you in on all that happened while you were busy healing your colleagues. You feel sick, and not just from your depleted energy.

“I was so scared.” You confess to the blonde. “So fucking scared. For the kids, for Thirteen and Aizawa…. I lost my head. I couldn't think at all….. I've never been in a situation like that before and I…”

You trail off, looking out the window and catching your reflection in it. Your eyes look tired and yeah, you definitely have Aizawa’s blood smeared across your cheeks.  

“Heroes… Can't be ready for any possibility, try as we might.” Mic says, his voice low and soft, probably in an attempt to soothe your nerves.

“We forget that the ones we love,” Your heart jumps at that wording. Mic definitely knows but you’ll deal with that later.

“That they aren't immune to the evils of the world. And we can't always be there when they need us, that's unrealistic. It's not something we often have to deal with, our family and friends being targeted, but it happens and maybe we all needed this wake up call.”

You glance sidelong at Mic and see the crease between his brows. He’s chewing on his upper lip and his eyes are just a bit wet.

“I thought he was invincible too.” He admits quietly.

You ride the rest of the way to the school in silence and as soon as the bus doors open, Mic is already sprinting towards Recovery Girls office.

“I'll stay with the kids!” You call after him. “Text me and let me know how they're all doing!”

The rest of the day is a blur. You make sure to check on your own class, announcing that they should use the down time they were being given to study before returning to Aizawa’s classroom and trying to distract his kids from the ordeal they just went through. One of the girls in the class offers you a package of baby wipes to clean the blood off your face with, which you gratefully accept. While wiping away at your cheeks, you suddenly feel a rush of shame upon realizing that you've presented yourself in such a state in front of your students and coworkers. The sight of blood on the wipe in your hand, however, reminds you again of Aizawa and you glance anxiously at your phone, awaiting a call or text from Yamada.

You finally get a text from him, telling you that Aizawa is OK. He isn't great, obviously, and he's been transferred to the hospital after Recovery Girl worked her magic. Now he’s being prepped for surgery, but he’s alive and you know Mic shares in your relief. You almost start crying again upon reading this, but then you get another text telling you of All Might, Thirteen, and the boy, Midoriya’s, conditions. They’re all stable and you announce it to the class before a message from the principal gives all the students the go ahead to leave school early. He's also decided that school will be cancelled the next day and for that you’re infinitely grateful because you'd need at least twelve hours of sleep to recharge yourself that night.

Instead of heading straight home though, you stop at the hospital to check on your coworkers.

You immediately recognize Mic’s familiar gravity defying hairdo in the lobby and go to sit next to him.

“He's still in surgery.Thirteen too. It'll be a while, so you should go home and get some rest. I'll let you know when they’re out and how they’re doing.”

“Mm.”

You think about it for a moment. You’re absolutely exhausted, and you know Aizawa (and Thirteen, you remind yourself)  is in good hands. It won't really mean anything to Aizawa if you stay or go home, so you opt for going home and getting a few hours of sleep, at least.

“I'll go, I guess….you're doing OK, right?” Yamada gives you a wobbly, tired smile, but raises his hand in a thumbs up all the same.   

“I'll let Shouta know you were sooooo worried about him. I'm sure he'll appreciate it.”

You aren't sure if he’s being sarcastic or not because you’re pretty certain Aizawa would not, in fact, have any sort of feelings upon hearing of your concern, but Yamada is currently giving you what was likely his best shit eating grin despite the circumstances.

You wave it off, too tired to think on it, before reminding Mic that he needs to make sure he gets rest himself and walking back through the hospital doors towards your home.

You can't fucking wait to fall into bed, and as you approach your apartment building, brooding on the situation, you manage to find a silver lining to this whole mess.

At least with Aizawa in the hospital, the guy would be able to sleep all he wants.   

[madhattervanessa]

1 Slow Roast, 2 Sugars (Part 3)

Summary: It all starts with a barista and a journalist. A few coffees. Bad working conditions. This is a slow roasting romance about these two falling in and out of love. Because it’s not always that easy.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Swearing, Romance, Drama, Self-consciousness, the gays™, a fair amount of bad jokes and sarcasm as well as bad pick-up lines.

Pairing: DeBlanc x Fiore, and others

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(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

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On the next day DeBlanc decides to stay home, the city on a weekend would definitely be too distracting to write so he drinks his coffee in his armchair, the notepad resting on the armrest to his right. Luna has taken the opportunity to lounge in his lap.

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'No coffee today?'

'Miss me?'

Fiore rolls his eyes at the response and takes another look around the busy coffee shop before starting to text again.

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'I was hoping for an interesting story and a smile by a handsome stranger.'

"I need one Latte Macchiato, an espresso and two Iced Coffees, Fiore."

He lets his cellphone slide back into his pockets and nods towards his colleague.

"Sure. Coming right up." He side-eyes his cell from time to time as he prepares the orders.

"So, who are you texting?", she inquires and wiggles her eyebrows at him. Fiore averts his eyes to the tray and sets the different cups and glasses on it.

"I think that's none of your business."

"Fine, fine, I get it!" She laughs and nudges him with one elbow before leaving with the tray. Fiore sighs and waits another minute. Then he unlocks his phone. He actually got a text.

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'My offer still stands, you know?'

'How about inviting me to a date first :P'

''It's that cute guy isn't it?'' Fiore almost drops his phone as Lena comes up behind him, a grin on her face. ''Oh relax, Fi, it's not like I'm interested- my girlfriend and I are still together so no huntin' for me.''

He sighs. ''Fine, yes it's the guy.''

She makes a sound of victory before she leans even further over his shoulder.

''And? What does he want?''

''I'm not quite sure.'' Fiore mumbles.

''And what do you want?''

He hesitated for a moment. ''I want everyone to let me be.'' His colleague raises one eyebrow.

''We both know that's not true.'' She places one hand on his left arm. Was she comforting him? He turns around and carefully shakes her arm off.

''I am not lonely.''

''You know only lonely people say that, right?'' Fiore huffs indignantly and pushes the tray with the finished order in front of her.

''Lena. Please.''

''Alright, alright!'' she sings but her smile seems pitiful as she walks away, leaving Fiore fumbling absentmindedly with his phone before it chirps at him again. He winces and takes another look around the café to avoid being surprised again. He gnaws at his lip as he reads the text.

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'Are you free this weekend?'

Fiore smiles and he thinks for a moment before typing, his thumbs flying over the display of his mobile.

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'Only on Sunday.'

'Okay, I'll pick you up around 3pm?''

Fiore can't contain his wide grin or stop his feet from rubbing little circles into the floor at the quick response.

''He really got you, huh?'' 

''FUCK!'' DeBlanc flails but manages to keep the bowl with popcorn in his hands although almost half of its content spilled all over the floor. He glares at the chuckling man in the door frame and goes back to standing up straight.

''Cassidy. What. The. Hell.'' he grumbles, glaring at his roommate. Or whatever Cassidy defines himself as. Said one leaves his shoes at the wardrobe and proceeds to walk further inside the apartment.

''It's the weekend, man and I needed a break from my girlfriend.'' He plops down onto the armchair DeBlanc had sat in for the past few days, holding his hand out to Luna who purrs and rubs her cheek against him. Her demand for petting is met as Cassidy chuckles and scratches her ear. Meanwhile DeBlanc has taken a dustpan to collect the popcorn off the ground.

''You mean from- uh- what's her name again, I lost track after Sandra, Alex, that man was it Matt? Oh-'' He holds a single corn between his fingers and points at Cassidy. ''-it's Tamara, isn't it?!'' He raises both eyebrows at his roommate who pushes the sunglasses a little down the bridge of his nose, gazing over the rim. DeBlanc lets both of his hands fall to his sides. ''Don't give me that look.''

''You're dodging the topic, dude.''

Cassidy looks like a villain out of a bad movie as Luna climbs onto his lap and he continues to pet her. DeBlanc squints at the cat who seems to have forgotten that he raised her and gives her food everyday.

''Wait. What did you do to my phone now?''

''I just hacked into it. But it was only like, for one night. I just wanted to make sure you are okay, man.''

''Seriously!?'' DeBlanc hisses and rolls his eyes as Cassidy nods.

''You can't just hack people!''

''Of course I can, how do you think I get your information when you need it for articles?'' Luna meows, successfully grabbing Cassidy's attention again. ''I'm just looking out for you. So who is he?''

''You are insufferable, you know that?''

''Yeah, yeah, you tell me all the time, now spill the tea.''-

''I have a date with him on Sunday Lena but still-'' Fiore turns around as he shrugs his jacket onto his shoulders. ''-it's really not your business.'' he finishes, raising his eyebrows for a suggesting look before he grabs his bag. She rolls her eyes and hooks her arm into his as they step outside.

''So what are you going to do on Sunday, 3pm?'' she grins upwards to her coworker and Fiore sighs but he smiles as he sees her excited expression.

''He actually wants to surprise me.'' he finally tells her as they wait at another traffic light, cars rushing through the busy city streets while the sun already threatens to set. Other pedestrians pass idly while others sprint towards bus and train stops to make sure they get home in time for dinner or their favorite show.

''That's sweet. Even though it's kind of ominous. What's he working as again?'' she asks, burying her other hand in the pockets of her coat after fixing her hair, pushing long strands of brown hair behind her ear.

''He's a journalist but he's currently writing his own book. It's a romantic novel of sorts with some dark touches here and there.'' Fiore explains as they cross the streets, leading both of them into a small alley. The yellow street lights cast big shadows as they walk past them, a few windows in the buildings around them are still illuminated. Finally, the intimidating buildings make room for smaller houses with gardens.

''It's always the dreamers, hm, Fi? Can't say that I like it but hey, I'm not your mom.'' she mumbles and they stop in front of a little green house. She huffs before opening the small gate to the front porch,  turning as she walks to continue speaking with him. ''Thanks for walking me, I'll see you in a few weeks then. And don't do anything stupid while I'm on vacation!'' she calls as she is almost inside and Fiore rolls his eyes despite smiling.

''I will try!'' he yells after her, waving shyly before the door closes and a neighbor shouts for silence out on the streets.

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