#so now she’s peacefully curled up and i’m like starting at her like the villain she is

[lilacxquartz]

in a way i’m kind of scared of jjk ending for the reason that it’s been such a long hyperfixation for me that i don’t want it to end just for that alone

like, i dunno though. usually when i go through anime phases, it’s very rare for me to focus on more than one character. even with aot, it was like, i’m making it through for levi, haha…

but you know how it is for jjk, which is… yeah. so maybe the delusions can last a while longer, hopefully.

[shewhowantsmouseears]

magic mafia morgana scene

As promised, here's some silliness with the above idea inspired by this concept!

Ever since Drake Mallard had decided to take up the cape and become a real crime-fighter, every day had come with new surprises and challenges – and somehow, someway, he’d overcome each one of them. Sometimes he’d lose a few feathers or suffer a major concussion along the way, but now he wore these bruises as medals of honor knowing his beloved city was safe. Tonight was no exception – several of his feathers had been singed from flames because of literally blowing up this week’s villainous plan, but he couldn’t help but grin proudly as he watched the smoke rise into the sky, twirling his gas gun around his fingers.

It would have felt slightly better if said villain wasn’t howling in anger and agony, falling to her knees, and clutching her hair as she watched her plans go up in actual smoke.  Dang, she was even pretty when she was upset! Morgana MaCawber, head of the MaCawber family that had been threatening local businesses if they didn’t enter her magical protection racket, was unable to do anything but watch as the fire ate away at the magical supplies her gang had been about to unleash on the city. Gosalyn and Launchpad were in the sky, using the Thunderquack to douse the fire before it became uncontrollable.

“Well, Miss Macawber,” Darkwing said after trying to come up with a fire-based pun, “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, when you’re committing crimes in St. Canard, always expect them to be bust…ed. Hm. That didn’t quite work out.” Okay, he was still new at quips, give him time. He shook his head and began to walk towards Morgana. They were alone on the rooftop, with a perfect view of the city, and in his opinion, a perfect view of her lovely face, illuminated by the flames. It was a shame such a knock-out had been trying to knock him out all night. Boy, her eyes were really green… FOCUS. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, and are ready to peacefully surrender. I’m sure the good folks in the police bureau will ease your sentence if you-”

“YOU.”

Morgana’s normally sultry voice had changed into something demonic and dark – it almost made Darkwing drop his gas gun, and he emitted a tiny squeak. “Me?”

“YOU…” Her entire body began to tremble with fury, her hands curling up and allowing Darwking to focus on how her fingernails started to resemble claws. “YOU… RUINED… EVERYTHING!”

“W-well, that was the idea, yes…” His confidence began to falter. This hadn’t been part of the plan – she was supposed to cry into his masculine chest, ask for forgiveness, and he’d run a hand through that silky looking hair and assure her he’d wait for her prison sentence to end, and then romantic music would swell in the background, credits roll.

Instead of becoming a dainty wounded princess, she began to rise to her feet (boy, she was SUPER tall too, homina homina homina) her breathing become harder and harder. “Do you have any idea… how LONG this took to plan?! How many years have I sunk into this? All this time, this money, this effort, and it’s all... GONE! EVERYTHING I WORKED FOR IS GONE! AND IT’S ALL… IT’S ALL…” She tilted her head back toward him, vaguely reminding him of a horror movie he’d seen as a kid. “BECAUSE… OF… YOU.”

“So we agree, I stopped you.” He let out a nervous little laugh. Funny, he’d wanted those emerald eyes gazing into his own earlier, but not quite like this. He tried to swallow down his fear and rationalize the situation – he had the gas gun, and while her body was (very) nice to look at, she was no threat to him physically. She was slim, slinky, and had the figure of a runway model, and HOO BOY he was going to lose his train of thought at this rate. The point was, she was defenseless, so he had no reason to be afraid of her. He aimed the gun at her, his resolve strengthened. “Now it’s time to come along quietly, Miss Morgana, and I’ll hand you over to the police. There’s nothing more you can do!”

The second he finished that sentence, the gas gun was blown out of his hands. He blinked three times in rapid succession as he tried to understand what had just happened. Morgana had been pointing at his hand – no, it was more accurate to say it was using finger guns at him… to be even MORE accurate, there were several glowing orbs of light around her hands, and she’d just fired one of them off at his hand, like a magical bullet. No, like nothing – that HAD been a magical bullet.

He clicked his tongue. “Spoke a bit too early, didn’t I?” His knowledge about magic and the arcane was extremely limited, given how he hadn’t believed in it until he met the McDuck family and their merry band of insanity. But maybe he should have guessed that anyone who dabbled in magical products was probably some kind of magical being themselves. “I knew you were enchanting, but I didn’t think you’d fit another description for it.” He made an attempt to grab the gas gun but she fired off another shot, and with a not-as-heroic whelp, he began to run.

“YOU THINK I’LL GO DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT?!” She screamed at him, firing off several rounds from her smoking fingertips.

“I WAS KIND OF HOPING?” Darkwing shouted right back, trying to run through his vast tv trivia to find any ideas of how to save his skin and stop this sorceress. The only thing keeping him from being blasted from mullets was that her anger was making her aim off-kilter. He’d need to back off and rethink, which was why he took a valiant leap off of the rooftop to land on the next one… but she had the same idea, and the chase wasn’t stopped.

Gosalyn had been recording on her phone, hoping to use Darkwing’s victories as viral videos to boost his popularity (and her own, let’s be real) when the light of the magical bullets caught her eye. She glanced over and gasped at the scene unfolding, tugging on Launchpad’s arm. “Launchpad! Darkwing’s in trouble!”

“So are we!” Down below on the surface, the rest of Morgana’s mafia had finally caught up to the chaos and were firing their own “shots” toward the plane. The plane would survive, but its speed was vastly hampered, even as he tried pulling away as hard as he could. “I don’t know if we’ll make to him in time!”

“We have to try! She’s got him cornered!” Abandoning the phone, she placed herself up against the glass of the plane, watching in fright as Darkwing was backing away from Morgana, with no other safe places to jump to. Launchpad yanked on the throttle, steering the plane towards his friend, but…

Morgana was no longer running like a madwoman. Now that he had no place left to run, her steps were slow and meticulous, her hands spread out and glowing in a sickly yellow fashion. “No matter I do… you keep besting me.” She growled, sharp fangs bared. “No matter how hard I kick you down, you keep getting back up. No matter what corner I turn, you’re always there. You insufferable… pompous…arrogant…”

With each step she took towards him, Darkwing tried to lean an inch back, but when he nearly lost his hat, he knew escape was impossible. Sweat trickled down his face as she came closer and closer – funny, he thought, he’d worried about sweaty palms when he first met her.

“You’re relentless! You’re aggravating! You’re… you’re…” The glow from her hands vanished, and she grabbed him by the lapels of his costume -

“Darkwing!” Gosalyn and Launchpad cried out in horrified unison –

And then she kissed him.

Perhaps that was too gentle a word, because there was nothing soft and sweet about that smooch. It was a deep, all-consuming embrace that would have been the dictionary definition of passion, mashing her beak right into Darkwing – who, for the record, had gone frozen solid. It was a long one, too, which allowed the audience of Gosalyn and Launchpad to stare for several long seconds in stunned silence.

Launchpad broke the ice first with a well-meaning “Awww.”

Gosalyn wasn’t so cheerful. “What.”

It went on, and on, and on, and on, and just as Gosalyn was going to ask when they were coming up for air, Morgana pulled back and pulled Darkwing into her chest, holding so tightly that she nearly choked him. The furor in her voice had been abruptly switched out for gooey, giddy glee as she began to ramble in Italian. “Amore! Tesoro! Cara mia!”

“Those are Italian pet names.” Launchpad helpfully explained. “I learned them from my ex-boyfriend Tony in Venice! I should call him, see how he’s doing-”

“THANK YOU, LAUNCHPAD.” Gosalyn loudly smacked the glass with her fingers, trying to get him on the task at hand. “But that doesn’t exactly explain what we’re looking at! I think several steps were skipped!”

Darkwing was having similar thoughts buzzing in whatever part of his brain that hadn’t been fully knocked around by that massive kiss. Even then, that part was fighting for his life since he was being held by the beautiful woman he had a no-way-subtle crush on. The best he could muster up in response was “Huh?”

“You are my one true love!” Morgana cupped Darkwing’s cheeks in her hands, eyes aglitter with devotion. “All my life, I’ve been looking for a man worthy enough to stand by my side, but none have ever measured up to my standards! I thought I’d never meet someone who could be my equal, but you!” She peppered his face with kisses, his cheeks, his forehead, and his lips several times for good measure. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a man!”

Whatever was left of Darkwing’s sense managed to control his body for a very brief moment as he leaned his head back. “Hang on a minute. If I’m understanding this correctly… you, um, like me?”

“Darkwing Duck, I adore you!” Her hands clasped his own, and after a second of hesitation, he returned the gentle touch. “You’re the only one for me!”

Wow, this was way better than that fantasy he’d been envisioning earlier! A shy smile spread across his beak, and his tail did a tiny wag. “I… I feel the same way about you, Morgana! I’ve liked you ever since I laid eyes on you!” There we go, there’s the romantic music swelling up! Sure, it was inside his head – though he wouldn’t have put it past Launchpad to start blasting it on the Thunderquack’s speakers, he did make the ultimate wingman – but things were going his way! He actually had a shot with this gorgeous woman! Could life get any better?

With a pleased purr, Morgana affectionally nuzzled her beak to his cheek. “We were meant to be together! You simply must join mi familia at once!”

A blush began to grow on Darkwing’s cheeks. “You want me to meet your parents already? Before the first date?”

She giggled sweetly, lightly booping Darkwing’s bill. “Not that, silly! I want you to join my enterprise – my criminal empire, as my right-hand-man!”

There went the romantic music, and here came the record needle scratch. “What’s that now?”

“You and will rule over St. Canard together!” She threw an arm around his neck, holding him close again and accidentally choking him. “We’ll conquer this city and become the king and queen of crime! With your bravado and my magic, we’ll be unstoppable! Together, our love will destroy everyone who dares cross our path! Say, for the wedding, you mind if I forgo traditional white and go with red?”

“First off,” Darkwing managed to choke out as he pushed Morgana’s arm off his neck. “Obviously you look good in any color! Second, I’M NOT BECOMING A CRIMINAL!” Once he was free from her hold, he smoothed down his outfit. “I won’t say I’m not flattered by the offer, but I’m the city’s guardian! I’m not going to become it’s enemy because you’re hourglass shaped and I’m going to be thinking about that kiss for the rest of my life.” Maybe honesty wasn’t the best policy for this situation. “Sorry, Morgana, but if that’s how you see things, the only lady I’m going to work with is Lady Justice!” And that was too corny. Maybe he should have followed Jim Starling’s routine and gotten actual writers for his quips.

Strangely, Morgana didn’t look heartbroken or defeated, which should have been the first red flag. Instead, she tilted her head ever so slightly, and then let out another giggle, but this one was a bit more… witchy in nature. “Oh, how wonderful! You have a sense of humor too.” She then grinned, showing off every single one of her pearly white fangs.

A hard chill went Darkwing’s spine. “What’s the joke?”

“That you think you have a choice about this.”

Clink! Darkwing turned his head toward the new noise, and now found his right hand handcuffed to Morgana’s. “Wh-where did you even KEEP these?!”

Morgana was still smiling, but it was no longer full of adorable tenderness. It was the sort of look Darkwing recognized when he’d gone to toy conventions and a horde of rabid fans had tried to seize the last collector’s edition. There was no arguing logic with that kind. “Dark, darling.” Her sultry voice had returned but now it had deadly hints of infatuation. “You think I’m going to let a little thing like your own morals stand in the way of true love?”

He suspected that just like those rabid fans over that last collectible, she too wanted to steal him away and lock him up so no one else could ever put their fingers on him.  “Any way we can discuss this over dinner and a movie? And minus any chains?”

As Morgana did a classic evil laugh, Gosalyn couldn’t help but wince. “Wow. His childhood idol tried to kill him, and now his first girlfriend is legit crazy about him. He really can pick ‘em.”

“In Japan, they call that a yandere! Learned that from my ex-girlfriend Kimiko in Tokyo.”

“Thank you, Launchpad.”

[blood-of-ink]

Like Broken Glass - 2

Warnings: Aftermath of torture -whipping, waterboarding, beatings. Fever, delirium, infection, anxiety disorder, needle tw, sedatives tw.

Tagging: @whumpwillow, who made me like Whumperees, and @stuck-in-this-mortal-form

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Civilian hugged her arms, trying to control her anxiety at the current situation.

She’d called her brother, and told him what was happening. He’d made his displeasure with the idea of helping Supervillain very clear.

Hero was grabbing the first-aid kit, and Civilian stood beside the pullout couch, looking down at the shivering mess who was weakly begging not to be hurt anymore.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Civilian murmured, pushing away the memory of how he’d been about to hold her under the water. Something that, based on his wet coughing, had also happened to him.

Supervillain flinched away from her, whimpering.

“Please- I can’t do this anymore. Please, please, no more! I’m sorry.”

“Ssssssshhhhh, Supervillain, I’m not here to hurt you.” Civilian murmured, even as Hero limped over with the medical kit.

His eyes held nothing but pity as he looked down at the man who had injured him so badly.

Supervillain thrashed weakly, whipping his head from side to side.

“Please...” He whined, tears streaking his flushed face.

“Easy there. It’s okay.” Hero said kindly, as Civilian nervously reached out, gently brushing Supervillain’s damp hair off of his forehead.

He whimpered softly, but didn’t try to pull away, which seemed like an improvement, however small it may be.

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Supervillain startled at a distorted pounding noise, a sob hitching in his throat.

He heard distant sounding voices, but the words were lost on him. Something cold and wet touched his stomach, and he flinched away with a distressed whine.

“Easy.” A vaguely familiar voice said softly. “Easy there. It’s okay.”

Supervillain groaned in reply, trying to shrink back into the softness of whatever he was lying on.

Bright, hot pain flared through his stomach, and he cried out.

“N-no! No, please.” He blubbered. “I can’t- I’m sorry! I wasn’t- please no!”

“Hey, it’s okay.” The voice speaking now was different, he was sure. “It’s okay, just try to breathe.”

Supervillain whimpered.

Something touched his forehead, so gentle and soft that he couldn’t help but press into it slightly.

“It’s going to be okay.” The voice said quietly.

Supervillain felt a sharp prick in his arm, and yelped in fear.

“Sssssshhhh, ssssshhhh. It’s going to be okay.”

Supervillain couldn’t resist the darkness that was enveloping him. With a low moan, he slipped into unconsciousness.

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Civilian watched as Hero began to stitch the wounds, while Villain opened the rolls of bandages. She’d never seen her brother speechless before, but all of his complaints about helping Supervillain had ceased the minute he saw just how terribly sick his rival was.

Civilian tied the garbage bag with the bloody rags and tattered clothes, taking it down to the furnace.

When she returned, Supervillain was still sleeping peacefully.

The next two days, he remained delirious, weakly pleading for mercy, and flinching at every sound. It was almost dawn of the third day since they’d rescued him that he started to wake up.

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Supervillain cracked his eyes open blearily, trying to figure out where he was. The smell of disinfectant hung in the air, but this didn’t look like a hospital.

He lifted his head, gaze landing on the figure curled up, asleep, in the chair at the foot of the bed.

It was Civilian. The girl he’d kidnapped.

Supervillain panicked, desperately struggling to sit up. Civilian’s eyes shot open, and she bolted upright.

Before Supervillain had time to register that she was moving, she was on top of him, straddling his waist, and holding his wrists against the bed.

She was half his size, but he was too weak to fight back against her. Instead, he slumped back to the bed with a pathetic whine.

“Don’t hurt me. Please! Please, don’t hurt me. I’m sorry.” He sobbed.

“Sssssshhhh, Supervillain, just calm down. You’re gonna tear your stitches.”

It was only when she said this that he realized his torso was wrapped in bandages.

Agitated, he struggled against her hold, whimpering.

“Hero!” Civilian called. “Villain! I need some help in here.”

Villain was the first to arrive, and Supervillain cowered away from him, sniffling.

“What’s wrong?” Villain asked.

“He’s scared out of his mind, and still burning up.”

“Right. And what do you want me to to?”

“Help me make sure he doesn’t injure himself further, Brains.” Civilian said, rolling her eyes.

Just then, Hero hobbled in, still using crutches from when Supervillain had broken his leg.

Supervillain thrashed again, trying to throw Civilian off of him, only to cry out as a blaze of agony rushed through his stomach.

He’d torn his stitches. Just like Civilian had said he would.

“Ssssssshhhh, sssssshhh. It’s okay.” Civilian soothed, climbing off of him, and sitting next to him, while Hero began to cut the bandages.

Supervillain moaned, all of his terror-born strength leaving him. He looked helplessly up at Civilian.

“Where am I?” He rasped.

“You’re at Hero’s place. We took you away from the base.”

“Why?”

“Because they were hurting you.”

“Why do you care?” Supervillain rasped.

“Because...” Civilian trailed off.

“We’re not like you.” Villain snapped.

“Villain!” Civilian shot a glare at her brother.

“What? It’s true, and we all know it.”

Civilian narrowed her eyes, then shook her head with a sigh.

“Ignore my brother. He’s a bit touchy sometimes.”

Supervillain shivered.

“It’s okay. We’re going to fix this.” Civilian said gently, and he noticed for the first time how kind her eyes were.

As the cold air touched his stomach, he whimpered and flinched back.

“Easy. It’ll be okay.” Hero murmured, as he began applying pressure to the injury.

Supervillain no choice but to believe him, with a weak groan, he closed his eyes.

[lovely-angst]

single dad!dabi

a/n: i KNOW dabi’s cannonly(?) can’t cry, but let’s just ignore that fact in this fic :^) also ty for waiting patiently for me to post! <3

genre: angst

pairing: dabi x f!reader

summary: dabi had started a family with you, but when he suddenly becomes a single father, now what?

word count: 2.4k

06.29.21

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The sounds of an infant cry filled the small apartment as the night grew on. The sun had long gone and the moon filled its place in the sky as the city fell into a slumber—it seemed as if the only ones up were Dabi and the small child in his arms. 

Her mouth opened wide as her powerful cries rang in Dabi’s ears as he tried cooing the young girl back to sleep. A bounce in his step as he paced around the small bedroom he shared with his three-month-old daughter, Aya. 

Dabi tried shushing her gently, attempting to soothe her, but to no avail. 

He felt as if he was going crazy. He had tried everything at this point—a warm bottle, a change of fresh diaper, heck, even some snuggles, but nothing seemed to work. 

Dabi could feel his eyes sting with upcoming tears as his frustrations grew and grew. Setting Aya down in her crib, her wails grew louder before Dabi turned around and slumped against the crib, defeated. 

Reaching over towards his nightstand, Dabi gently picked up the photo of you before bringing it closer towards him, his glossy eyes running across your familiar features before he brought his large hands towards his face.

And cried. 

He cried and cried and cried.

“I can’t do this, (Name),” he sobbed into your photo, his wails mixing in with those of his daughter’s. “I don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t help Aya, she needs you,” he stated, pulling back to stare at your photo once more. 

“I don’t know how to do this without you. You were supposed to be here with us—we were supposed to do this together,” his cries had died down, allowing him to wipe the photo dry of his tears. 

Leaning his head back on the crib, Dabi’s eyes roamed over the small bedroom. It was messy, just as messy as his life was currently without you. Picking up one of your shirts from the floor, Dabi let the fabric rest in his hands before bringing it up to his chest to hold. 

It still faintly smelled like you.

His daughter’s cried came back to his ears and Dabi stood back up, tucking the shirt in his young daughter’s arms before watching her cries gently soothe away from your scent. 

“Yeah,” Dabi started, bending down to pick his daughter up before bringing her towards the bed with him, “I miss her too.”

-

It felt like yesterday when you told Dabi you were pregnant. It came as a shock to him of course—he was just hitting his twenty-fifth birthday and he was about to become a dad?

He was never really the one to think about kids or even having kids himself—but that all changed once you came into the picture. 

“I know you’re scared, I’m scared too,” you say, grabbing hold of his hands before giving him the prettiest shy smile, “but if I’m honest, I’m really excited to become a mom. I love you so much, Dabi. I can’t wait to love our baby.”

You were so excited and he couldn’t help but anticipate the day his baby would be born. 

Dabi knew you would be a great mother. On the other hand, he was nervous—but if you were going to put in all this effort to love and raise this baby with someone like him, then Dabi knew he had to give it his all too. 

He’ll make sure that his child lives a better life than he ever will. 

He decided to cut his ties with the league, ending his time as a highly wanted villain. It wasn’t easy getting Shiggy to agree, but with a little bit of convincing and a little explanation about his tragic backstory, Shiggy finally agreed. 

If he was going to be a dad, he wanted to do it right. 

Everything was going great throughout the pregnancy. Dabi was there for you as much as he could, helping you, providing for you and his baby. Basking in those little moments of realizing that he was going to be a dad. 

Reality began to hit when you had gone into labor. It would have been fine if Dabi were a normal citizen, but Dabi was a villain and because of that, he wasn’t able to be with you when you were giving birth in the hospital. 

It crushed him more than you could have known—to have his unofficial wife alone during such a difficult, excruciatingly painful and life-changing journey. There were times Dabi wished he could be a normal citizen like you, and this was one of those times. 

It wasn’t until you got discharged a few days later when Dabi was able to see you again. It was also the first time Dabi had gotten to see his baby. 

You were finally back in the apartment, Dabi helping you up the stairs to the apartment as he eyes the little bundle in your arms. “You can hold her too, you know,” you say with a smile when you caught him staring for the millionth time.

“Her?” Dabi asked voice caught in his throat. “Welcome Aya to the world,” you say, placing her in his arms the moment the two of you sat on the couch together. 

His breathing stopped the moment Aya was placed in his arms. She was tiny. Dabi didn’t know that humans came this small. He was scared of accidentally breaking her, and from the way you laughed, he could tell you knew. 

Dabi watched you closely as you taught him how to carefully bathe her, change her, feed her, and even burp her. He remembered the times your laughter would fill the air whenever Aya spit up all over him, or even the times her little body was able to create such a smelly masterpiece for him. 

He always thought he would hate being a father, yet here he was. Sleeping soundly with his baby girl.

Three months into having his baby girl were some of the best days of his life. Sure they were tough and going off practically no sleep was rough, but he wouldn’t trade this domestic life for anything. 

It made him feel like a normal person.

But all good things come to an end.

As Dabi strolled along during one of his scouting missions, his phone rang and vibrated in his pockets before he reached in for it. He really only had the phone, so you could contact him if you were in some deep waters, which he hoped would never happen.

To his surprise, it wasn’t you who called, but Hawks.

“What? You better have a good reason for calling, or I’ll-”

“It’s about (Name),” Hawks cuts off, “you better come quick,” and with that, Hawks ended the call, leaving Dabi’s thoughts unanswered. A small ping resonating in the air as Hawks left him with a single address.

Though Hawks’ call was brief and left a lot for Dabi to figure out himself, he knew it bad news awaited him. He just hoped it wasn’t as terrible as his thoughts led him to. 

“What was so urgent?” Dabi asked as soon as he stepped around the corner of an empty alleyway only to find Hawks’ red wings filling his sight. “Where’s (Name)?” 

As soon as your name left Dabi’s lips, Dabi could see the way Hawks’ feathers shifted before the winged man himself, turned towards Dabi, finally giving him the view of what he most dreaded. 

There you lay—eyes closed and chest unmoving. Dabi’s eyes widened before he ran towards your body, where thankfully, it rested on Hawks’ thick jacket and not on some dirty alleyway like this. 

“(Name)? Hey, wake up, I’m here,” Dabi tried, gently shaking your shoulders and brushing your cheek with the back of his hand. 

“Dabi,” Hawks started, voice strained, “she’s gone.” 

Those words seemed so unreal that if Dabi blocked them out of his head, then it surely wouldn’t be true. Stared at your limp body in front of him, it was all just a bad dream.

“I...I was with her during her last moments. I found her while on patrol, it was a gunshot wound,” he informed, watching Dabi caress your cheek. 

“I made sure she left peacefully, I talked about you to her.” Hawks tried, “and she smiled. She told me to tell you to take care of Aya for her.” 

As Dabi turned around, his eyes quickly focused on Aya, who was sound asleep in Hawks’ arms. Taking a step forward, Hawks placed Aya in Dabi’s arms before Dabi began quietly sobbing while clutching his daughter.

Hawks had never seen Dabi look so broken and desperate before and it was quite painful to see. Villain or not, Hawks never wanted anybody to go through this. 

“I’m sorry for your loss, Dabi.” 

Though the two weren’t good buddies in any way, they both had you in common. As much as it hurt to see you go, Dabi asked Hawks to take you away and give you a proper burial as you deserve. And Hawks didn’t bat an eye at his request. 

Giving you one last final kiss goodbye, Hawks lifted you in his arms, ready to take flight. “Hey,” Hawks starts, catching Dabi’s attention, “if you ever need anything for Aya, just let me know.” 

Dabi couldn’t help the slight curl in the corner of his mouth at Hawks’ words. “I don’t want to owe favors.” 

Hawks smiled back at the man in front of him, throwing his visor on, “You don’t have to worry, she’s in good hands,” and with that, his large red wings spread and he took flight into the air with you. 

And it was the last time Dabi would ever get to see you.

-

It had nearly been a month since you left—Dabi doing his very best trying to raise Aya as a single father. It was hard. No, more than hard. Being a single father to a three-month-old with no mother was the most challenging thing Dabi has ever done. 

And he was starting to doubt his abilities as her father. He was running low on money to provide for Aya and himself, and there would be days where she just wanted you instead, which would break his heart. 

Dabi felt like a failure; to you and Aya. 

As he cradled a drowsy Aya on his chest, Dabi glanced over at the fridge that held up a little note with an address written on it—the location you were resting at.

Hawks had sent that note to him, but Dabi had never mustered up the courage to come out and see you. He didn’t want you to see him like this, struggling to his core. Because if you were here, he knew he wouldn’t be struggling like this.

But for some reason, that note was calling out to him. 

Walking into the bedroom, Dabi began searching the closet where Aya’s dresses were hung up. Holding her small body in one of his arms, he went through each little outfit with a slight smile on his face. 

You loved shopping for Aya, and all of these cute outfits were the product of that. 

Taking a dress off the rack, he held it up before glancing down at Aya, “Do you think your mama will like this on you?” His low voice vibrated through his chest and onto Aya, causing her to open her beautiful blue eyes up at him.

She glanced over at the outfit before making a face, tears filling her eyes and Dabi immediately out the dress back. “Your mama always did say I had bad fashion sense.” he chuckled before searching for a new outfit. 

And did he find the perfect one. 

Setting Aya down on the bed, he changed her into the outfit before smiling at her once he laid eyes on her fully dressed little chubby body. Boy, did you and him make a cute kid. 

“Okay, let’s go. Mama’s waiting.” 

Before making his way to you, Dabi bundled himself up well in his wind breaker, mask, sunglasses, and gloves. He took the less populated route, but he couldn’t avoid everybody. Thankfully, Aya was able to distract them from the fact that they were beside a wanted villain. 

Dabi followed Hawks’ instructions on the note before finding himself in front of your grave as he entered the cemetery. His heart fell from the reality of the situation—being here in person just made it all the more real that you were gone. 

Placing the flowers that he got you down in the little holder, he let out a heavy sigh, “I’m sorry it took so long to come see you, (Name).” 

His eyes continuously read over your name engraved into your tombstone as he sat down with a heavy heart, “It’s so hard doing this without you, you know? Aya really needs you.” 

Dabi didn’t want to seem like he was complaining to you, never. He had a lot on his chest, and simply, he missed talking to you. 

He went on about his days and the new milestones Aya has been hitting, telling you how much you would’ve loved to see her smile. “She looks so much like you, it’s crazy. Even though she’s just three months old, I’m glad she does.” 

It was weird to Dabi how much peace this was bringing him. Yes, he knew you were no longer with him, but talking to you like this, being with you like this, made it seem like you never left his side. 

With a final sigh, Dabi leaned over and pressed a kiss on your tombstone, bring Aya closer so she could also mirror his actions, “I love you,” he whispered, brushing his fingers across your engraved name, “we’ll be back soon.” 

It was quite an experience there, a healing one. Dabi knew his struggles and knew that he needed to reach out for help, and talking to you gave him the courage to do so. He didn’t want to seem weak, but building this strength to ask for help, made him stronger than anyone else. 

So, Dabi walked until he reached a familiar place and when he stepped inside and the eyes of his old comrades focused on him, his shoulders softened. 

“Thought you’d never come back,” Toga said with a toothy smile as she ran over to hug her old friend, “sorry to hear about (Name).” 

“So, this is what’s kept you so busy,” Kurogiri states as he glanced down at the little girl in Dabi’s arms. A hand landed on Dabi’s shoulder and he turned and noticed those bright red wings of the pro hero, “It’s nice to have you back. (Name) would be happy to see you like this.” 

Though they may be seen as criminals from the outside view, Dabi knew these would love and support his baby girl with their lives—and that’s all that mattered.

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I honestly wonder what chris reaction would be when he realize who ethan is in the father!wesker AU.

Your writing gives me life btw 🙌💕

This kinda follows that one drabble about Wesker finding his son's body.

Also thank you!

Also, also! Please check out @sjjdkdkwo who started the whole dad!Wesker!

Chris could not be blamed for not connecting the two, what should have been very obvious, dots together.

For him, Ethan Wesker was a child that was lost to the memories of the past, he had been so sure that the child had been…taken…in the events of Raccoon City when he been left with a sitter at the time…

He remembers chubby little cheeks, tiny hands that were into everything and curious questions about anything and everything. There is a ghost of fondness that flits through him as he can easily recall watching Albert leaning back in his chair with the small child curled up to him, both seemingly napping away.

He didn’t question when the kid never came back up, how does one ask your former boss turned evil villain that wants mankind dead if his son is still alive? A brief thought about the young Wesker had came up after…recovering…Jill, knowing she had mentioned remember everything during her time with the man.

When asked…she just looked sad and said Ethan never came up…so both had assumed…the worse had happened years ago and they had missed part of their little pseudo family disappearing in the tide of horror.

Before he could see how a young Ethan could have became the Ethan Winters he knew today…he could see that connection…

Standing in the burning husk of a base, he could also see how he was also very much his fathers child…

“People just don’t stay dead anymore, do they?”

Ethan doesn’t respond to his light jabbing, simply staying back and observing him with red and yellow eyes, hands in his jacket pockets, and appearing as calm as can be. Dressed in the same clothing he had died in as though mocking the Capitan in a silent pointing toward his failures.

“Can’t fucking believe I missed all those signs…”

Mia was too good at keeping things a secret…she had have known…he wonders if she made it out of the destruction…or if the madness finally took her…

In the distance, he can see black shapes scurrying over rumble like over large insects…the screams had gone silent by now and his injuries, though not life threatening, would not help in fighting the man before him.

Ethan tilts his head, turning slightly at the sound of a chopper arriving, its not one of Chris's…

“Do you remember what I said when I first got here, Chris?”

He did but he was shocked at the time to see someone he had considered a recently deceased friend just up and walking up to a supposedly hidden base and making demands that he couldn’t remember the exact details…

“You showed up and demanded Rose back…”

God…he hopes she’s okay…

“Yes…but I also said I didn’t want to fight…”, finally he refocuses on Chris, eyes seemingly filled with an expected sadness, “I just wanted my daughter…”

“So you decided to destroy everything and everyone around you to do it?! People are dead, Ethan, good people!”

The chopper is getting closer…

“I still don’t want to fight…but really…are you surprised with everything that has happened with those who tried to hurt my family in the past…I gave you a choice…I came peacefully…those so called ‘good’ people didn’t want to let her go and you agreed with them…when you knew what they were planning…”

“They didn’t deserve to die!”

“And Rose doesn’t deserve to be turned into a weapon! My daughter shouldn’t have her life planned out by some assholes who just want her as a tool for their plans!”

Chris wasn’t going to let them, he swore it…but these things took time and the chance that she was…a second Eveline…couldn’t be looked over…

The father took a deep breath, closing his eyes and forcing himself to calm down before turning back to see how close his lift was, “I’m not fighting you…Rosie is waiting for me…and I’m going to do my damnest to keep your people and others from hurting her…from using her…”

Anything else was drowned out as his ride landed, the doors opening and a familiar face stepping out with a smirk and Rosemary Winters making grabby hands at her missing dad.

It took less then a second for Ethan to rush over and take his daughter back, tears rolling down his face accompanied the watery laugh as he held her close and gently kissed her head, “Hey, sweetheart, did you miss me?”

She just giggled and kicked her feet in excitement, small hands grabbing at any piece of clothing she could cling to.

Albert Wesker just gave a slight nod over to the brunette, “Redfield,” that was the only acknowledgment he gave before climbing back into the transport.

Ethan glanced back though, “Goodbye, Chris…please don’t look for us…we all are safer if you stay away…”

Then…they were gone…disappearing out of Chris’s life once again…he had never felt emptier…

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Hello!! sorry to bother you could write a ben 10 x reader? (the reader is kidnapped by vilgax and ben has to save her, after that ben and the reader has an argument) please, i love your fics!!

Storm Before The Calm

Pairing: Pre-Established; Ben Tennyson x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.4k words

A/N: I changed up the request a bit (I figured it shouldn't matter which villain was used here) also I was planning to have this as sort of a damsel in distress situation but after having a chat with some boys pigs I decided a self indulgant badass reader was right up my alley

Additional A/N: I have a math exam on Thursday and I cannot focus for the life of me. So, I decided to finish up one of my drafts. Now hopefully I'll be able to work like a robot for the next week, after satisfying my creative side. Also, this fic was super self indulgant.

"I trust Ben.” You did. With your entire being.

Kevin chuckled from beside you, “Yeah, try saying that without cracking the fillings in your teeth and maybe we’ll believe you.”

His words caused you to relax, only then realizing how hard your jaw was clenched in fury. Gwen sighed in disappointment and for a second you wanted to defend her cousin and your boyfriend. Until you realized that he deserved every bit of unbridled anger coming to him.

“I trust him. Doesn’t mean I’m not mad at him.”

Your hands were balled into tight fists and even though you wanted to take your eyes off the television screen and take a warm bath, you also for some reason couldn’t stop yourself from watching it.

Like you were afraid something would happen when your eyes were off the screen for even a second. Maybe you didn’t trust him.

But honestly how could you, you were currently watching your boyfriend relax in a hot tub with Jennifer Nocturne and the sight was enough to send bile up your throat.

Ben wasn’t returning any of her advances, but he wasn’t stopping her either. And the thought made you sick to your stomach. You knew Ben was faithful and you knew he would never cheat on you but watching how the Hollywood starlet continued to hang off him sent waves of jealousy through you.

Not to mention anger at the fact that he wasn’t doing anything to stop her. When he got back, you were going to wring his neck.

Trusting him was getting harder with Gwen constantly insisting that you dump him.

Honestly, you wondered how that girl even kept a relationship.

When Ben eventually came home, all the entertainment channels were still talking about the two of them and the well-known picture of Jennifer Nocturne kissing him was circulating about. Each time you looked at that image, you wanted to shoot an arrow at the TV.

As time went by, your anger slowly fizzled out. You were unable to maintain your rage at Ben, quickly getting a headache and feeling tired of trying to maintain negative emotions. Even then, you couldn't push down the uneasy feeling in your heart that seized your stomach.

You kept expecting a text message from Ben, an apology call but as the night proceeded you understood that he was having way too much fun with another woman to even think about how you must be feeling.

The thought of that made you want to go back home and crawl underneath the covers, hiding away from the rest of the world.

But Gwen was persistent and any time you tried to wiggle away from the pair of them and go home, she insisted that you stay and make sure Ben knew how upset he made you tonight.

You were more than happy to give your boyfriend the cold shoulder until he apologized rather than have to confront him. That was just how your relationship with Ben worked. Neither of you were the type to lose your tempers and yell and scream at each other.

Although you were worried what would come out of this. Would you be able to peacefully discuss your feelings and then come to some sort of conclusion civilly? Seems too good to be true honestly.

Even then you waited until Ben came home, listening to Gwen and Kevin about how you should rip the band aid off and get everything off your chest rather than ignore him for a couple of days until the two of you got bored.

Usually, the latter would work but you had an inkling that it wouldn't be the solution for this particular argument because if you didn't communicate your emotions then he would never know how you felt about it.

So, even though your stomach filled with anxiety and sadness as the hours passed, you still didn't leave, determined to talk to him about it.

Your jaw was clenched tight when he finally did come back home, utterly relaxed and even happy like he wasn't just curled up against some Hollywood starlet while his girlfriend was watching it on E!

"I'm really upset with you." You ground out when Kevin and Gwen left, not knowing how else to start the conversation.

"What for?"

You didn't reply, picking up the remote and flicking to a gossip channel, then a news channel, then an interview show and all of them had the picture of Ben Tennyson and Jennifer Nocturne locking lips.

Ben winced, "She kissed me! I didn't even return it."

You still refused to look at you, crossing your arms aggressively, "Uh huh and what was today all about?"

"It's just publicity. Jennifer thinks that it'll help with my career."

You scoffed, "What career?"

Ben's back tensed up and he turned to give you a stiff expression, "I'm a superhero. I've saved the universe a thousand times and now that I'm finally getting recognition for it, you want to be petty?"

"Petty? You think I'm being petty? Well forgive me for getting upset after watching my boyfriend curl up to some other woman in a hot tub for the last five hours!" You bit, standing up from the couch.

"It wasn't like that! Stop blowing everything out of proportion!"

"No, you stop pretending like this isn't a big deal! Ever since your secret got out you've been acting like an ass and since meeting that blonde rat it's only gone through your head more!" You shouted, clenching your hands at your sides. How could he not see your side of this?

"Well shouldn't I get to enjoy my life once in a while?! I'm the one saving the planet constantly! I'm the one with constant death threats and near death experiences every other week! Shouldn't I get some attention for it?! God knows I don't get any from you!" He yelled back and you grit your teeth.

"Don't forget that while you were out there risking your life, we were right beside you!"

"Oh, so that's what it is, you're jealous that everyone thinks of you as the sidekick!"

"That is so NOT what this is about!"

"Oh really? Because it sounds like you're jealous because you're not getting attention by mooching off of me!"

Your eyes widened in shock. Mooching? Did he seriously think that you risked your life alongside him every day to help other people and more importantly, keep him safe, for attention?

Your body trembled, outraged and you didn't say another word, leaving his house in a rush and slamming the door behind you.

You needed something to hit.

***

Your body pumped with adrenaline and anger, muscles itching to be used as you sauntered through the old and run-down factory with reckless abandon. You briefly wondered whether you should've told Gwen or Kevin you were going there but then decided against it, pride and anger too great.

Any doubts or hesitation you had disappeared when you saw Vulkanus, standing tall and broad in his metal suit. And as per usual, he had his herd of minions doing his physical labour.

"If it isn't the Plumber's sweetheart." He drawled once he noticed you. You didn't bother with the stealth, leaving the door wide open behind you and letting the sunlight seep in. If he knew what was good for him, then this would be over quick.

"Hello Vulkanus." You greeted politely and he rolled his eyes. Of all people, he knew just how misleading your innocence was.

"Where's the cavalry?"

"Just me today." You answered and for a second you were confused by your own confidence. Maybe you were taking this just a little too easy. Oh well, that was another thing you could blame your pig-headed boyfriend for.

"Well then, this is going to be easier than I thought. Hope you said goodbye to your boyfriend, sweetheart." He rasped out and the corner of your mouth twitched into a smirk. Without another word, you raised your arms, feeling the familiar heat of fire in the palm of your hand before chucking it at him.

Just as you knew he would, he sent his minions towards you first. They were embarrassingly unskilled but the problem came in numbers. They swarmed around you like ants and you felt yourself getting irritated at the clicking sound they were making.

Unfortunately for Vulkanus his make-shift factory was right beside a dam which gave you an endless supply of the elements to work with.

Summoning all the water you could manoeuvre, you pulled it into the factory, shattering the windows along with it and flooding the room. It only took a few flicks of your wrist to create a whirlpool in the centre, knocking all the workers off their feet.

You stiffened your hands, curling in your fingers and the temperature dropped, the water solidifying with each second until all of them were encased in ice. Another flick of the wrist had the path clearing between you and Vulkanus, who was still warm.

"You-You're sparing me?" He asked, confused and a dry laugh left you.

"Not at all," You sang, eyes turning dark, "I'm giving you special treatment."

Vulkanus bounded towards you, holding his mallet high and you swiftly dodged, using water on the floor to slide quickly. He crashed into the engine of one of his machines, the fuel tank exploding and spewing fowl smelling petrol onto the floor.

It floated above the level of water and began surrounding both of you.

He once again came at you, letting out a roar and you used the water to sink through the crevices of his suit, freezing it from within and you heard the satisfying sound of his suit cracking.

Just a little more strength and forcing a gust of air through the cracks had it falling apart and his frail body fell out of its metal encasing.

"You'll pay for this! You big bully!"

"Thanks for the fun time today, Vulkanus." You smiled, strutting to the door just as confidently as you came in. Even though your body was burning from the workout and you could barely breathe, you still couldn't get over the high.

Before leaving the building, you turned around to see him still glaring at you from his place on the floor.

"Oh, I should probably free your minions, right?" You commented, eyes flickering between the ones still encased in ice and the floor that was still flooded with water and petrol.

You let out a fake sigh, "I guess I'll be nice today," You winked at Vulkanus, "Thanks for the playdate, sweetheart."

His eyes widened when you blew a kiss to him, watching in fear as you ignited a flare in your palm and blew it towards him before turning around and using the wind to slam the doors behind you. When you were just a few feet away you heard the place blow apart.

Slowly, the adrenaline began melting and the blood rushing through your ears was much more audible. You were panting, tired from the exercise and the thought of calling Kevin to come and pick you up. Or maybe even Ben. You were calm enough now to have a conversation with him.

When you pulled your phone out of your pocket you felt a hand on your shoulder and spun around to meet eyes with Captain Nemesis. For a brief second you were wondering if he was here to invite you to some inane party or even to tell you that Ben was at one.

Although you hardly looked the part, you were sweating and your face was probably red and blotchy.

"Can I help you?" You asked, taking a step back, he was a little too close to you and the look in his eye freaked you out.

"As a matter of fact, you can." He said, "You see I'm arranging a little stunt for Ben Tennyson. An opportunity if you will, to showcase some of his heroism."

You rolled your eyes, turning away from him. The last thing you wanted to do was feed Ben's ego at the moment.

"With all due respect, I don't really think I'm up for a damsel in distress routine right now, Captain, I'd rather just get home. And If you take another step towards me, I'll kick you where the sun doesn't shine." You snapped and he backed off obediently, raising his hands in a form of surrender.

"That's too bad." He mused and you turned away from him, intent on walking back home or even calling a cab. Anything to get away from this creep faster.

"Too bad you don't really have a choice."

You felt his hand on your bare shoulder again but before you could even react you felt volts of electricity rush through you. You gasped painfully, feeling fire through your veins before everything started to hurt.

White burned in your vision and colours started to blur together as your eyes filled with tears. Your body crumbled, falling forward and Captain Nemesis caught you.

Right before your consciousness slipped away you heard him say something.

"For your sake, you better hope that Ben Tennyson is as great as those gossip channels make him out to be."

***

When you felt yourself regaining consciousness, you could feel your weight pulling down and also couldn't feel the ground. This had your eyes snapping open, regardless of how dizzy you were and how many dots were in your vision.

You hazily made out the venue, Nemesis Tower, before recognize the blonde woman tied up beside you. It didn't take long before you realized she was tied to the other end of the rope, suspended through mid-air just like you.

This was no doubt going to be some sort of deathly choice.

You noticed when Ben came in, turning into Ultimate Humangasaur. He looked furious, like you've never seen him before and you knew it was because Ben was certain he'd teach him a lesson today.

"Where's (Y/N)." He all but growled and your heart soared. You didn't realize how much you missed him until now, everything from before was forgotten.

"Right up there. And so is Jennifer." He replied, still smug despite the way Ben was pining him to the ground by his throat. Ben followed his gaze to meet your eyes and you took a deep breathe, bracing yourself.

A selfish part of you wanted to stay and see what Ben would do, would he save you even though Jennifer was a civilian and world famous?

Even then you figured that you shouldn't risk anyone's life for petty jealousy, so you took a deep breath, blowing it out through your mouth and watching as a gust of wind blew past, the pressure making you swing.

You swung a few feet back, letting your body fall a little before blowing again. Once you gained enough momentum, you looked up to the rope tying the two of you together and spitting fire at it, falling at an angle. You briefly heard Jennifer scream and revelled in her karma for a hot second.

On your way down, you quickly burnt off the rest of the ropes, bringing a pool of water to crystallize into a makeshift slide as you slide on your knees across the floor, just in time to catch Jennifer in your arms.

Your knees stung as they scraped across the concrete and the wind was knocked out of you when the woman fell into your form.

She gasped and her eyes that was screwed shut gently fluttered open. Up close you could understand why everyone was in love with her. Even then you couldn't spare her any concern.

You quickly pushed her out of your arms, noticing Gwen and Kevin staring at you in awe when you stood up. You cracked your knuckles, making your way over to the older man with a scowl.

"For your sake, you better hope that I'm just as weak as you think I am. Spoiler alert, I'm not."

Ben spared a small smile at you but you couldn't feel anything aside from hot fury. You felt water surge beneath your fingers and threw it at him, pulling up a wall of earth to block his blasts.

Your boyfriend immediately began fighting alongside you and your bodies fell into a familiar rhythm. Even though there was a crazed narcissist trying to kill you, you felt safe beside Ben.

It wasn't long before the four of you managed to overpower him, rendering his armour useless until he was defeated, lying pathetically on the ground.

You walked up to him and your lips twisted into an unimpressed frown when you noticed the way he had the audacity to glare at you. Without a second word, you raised your leg and kicked him right between the legs.

"I always keep my promises, Captain."

Kevin began laughing behind you and Ben cringed.

Finally, when you turned to meet Ben, now de-transformed, all the fight left your body and you relaxed. He looked apologetic and you let him approach you.

His arms wrapped around your waist and you leaned into him, breathing the familiar scent of his deodorant and snaking your arms under his jacket to fist his T-shirt.

He sighed into your hair, arms tightening around your body, "I'm sorry. For being an ass to you and saying all those horrible things, I was being an idiot and you deserve an apology."

You didn't move, not pulling away from the way your forehead was pressed against the length of his neck, "Thank you for coming to save me."

"Didn't look like you needed much help." He chuckled and you felt happy hearing the pride in his voice.

"I missed you." You murmured, holding him a little tighter and he turned his head to kiss your forehead gently. And just like that, everything was right in the world. Just as long as you were in each other's arms.

"I love you."

You heard the click of a camera and your head snapped up to see a herd of cameramen and reporters along with a couple of police cars. Ben laughed nervously beside you, "I guess we won't have to worry about another actress coming between us."

You gave him an unimpressed frown and he just smiled, leaning to peck your lips and you heard the crowd of reporters’ gasp and heard the shutters of cameras before they began shouting questions at you.

You pulled away from him when you saw Jennifer Nocturne make her way towards you. You figured she wanted to snuggle up to Ben now that the cameras were filming.

Instead, she walked right up to you, hugging you tightly and your arms flailed pathetically beside her, unsure of what to do, "You saved my life! I don't know how to thank you!"

She pulled away for just a second before pressing a kiss to your lips. Your eyes widened in alarm and the shutters began once again and flashes practically blinded you.

"Huh, so that's what that feels like." Ben murmured when she pulled away from you. Kevin was smirking beside him, satisfied that he got a taste of his own medicine and Gwen was just in shock.

Ben felt his stomach turn at the sight of Jennifer’s lipstick on your mouth and you were unsure whether you should feel repulsed or cocky.

But as you wiped the pigment off your lips and curled back into Ben's side you couldn't feel anything other than your burning muscles and your drooping eyelids.

You squinted because of the bright lights, feeling a headache grow as the exhaustion from before crept up on you again. After 2 fights and a kidnapping today, there was nothing more you wanted than a nap.

"Wanna go home?" Your ever observant boyfriend asked just as the nausea started to kick in. You nodded and he guided you away from the reporters to his car.

He gently placed you into the front seat, shielding your head as you got in to prevent you from hitting it against the hood before buckling your seatbelt, watching carefully as you drifted into a sound sleep.

Ben heard everyone behind him swoon as he lovingly placed a kiss to your knuckles and then climbed into the seat beside you, sparing you one last warm glance before starting the car and driving away.

He'd definitely notice the shy smile on your face when you saw that Ben kissing you was on the front page of a magazine.

And you'd notice the jealous scowl he'd have when he saw that Jennifer kissing you was on the front page of another.

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More drugged villain please?

Okay so I did not know if this was an ask for a new piece, or a continuation of Paying For It. Because I already am planning on Paying For It Part 2, this is going to be a new piece, so ladies and gents I present to you *drumroll*...

Villain Pursuit

@shydragonrider

Warnings: drugged whumpee, tranq dart, needles, fever, tired characters, chasing of whumpee, bullet wound, guns, infection, descriptions of injuries, knocked out by blunt force, kidnapping

*not edited, sorry*

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"He is getting much weaker," Hero reported as she stood in front of her boss, Superhero. "His right leg is very swollen and he can hardly walk, much less run. I believe it is infected and-" a yawn "- and he can hardly walk in a straight line anymore."

"Then, why didn't you grab him if he is this easy?" Superhero asked, ignoring his employee's obvious signs of exhaustion- it has been a long, rough two weeks of chasing a villain across multiple states. One of the other heroes managed to shoot his leg in hopes of incapacitating him, but the slippery villain somehow walked it off. Or, he did and now the wound was badly infected.

"He disappeared into a crowd," Hero replied. "I think it's time to chase him down and sedate him or something. If he continues like this, he is going to die."

Superhero nodded curtly in agreement. "Okay," he sighed. "We go out there and we do not rest until Villain is safetly behind bars."

Hero narrowed her eyes at the bluntness in Superhero's voice, but decided that her boss was just tired. She also reckoned that was the reason he didn't mention the infirmary as Villain's first destination after capture.

He was just tired, right?

《~~》

"Okay," Hero said, adjusting the tranq gun on her belt. "There he is."

Villain was laying against the steps to a door in an alleyway. His head was thrown backwards against his shoulder, eyes cracked open in semi-consciousness. His injured leg was stretched out whereas the other was curled up in an attempt to use some leverage to support himself. One arm was propped to keep himself upright, the other strewn to the side.

"He looks horrible," Teammate commented, chewing nervously on his lip. "I doubt its going to take much to put him out."

"Yeah, me neither," Hero agreed, feeling a rising nausea in her stomach. The pair crept towards the injured villain. Hero glanced over to see more heroes also advancing to corner the man.

But, at the last moment before Hero was able to shoot the dart, Villain saw them. He scrambled up his feet, leaning heavily against the door and swaying wildy. He looked over all the heroes, before turning and running off.

Hero cursed under her breath and sped after the hobbling villain. For a moment, she felt absolutely sorry for him. He could hardly stay on his feet, his right leg not even stepping that much on the ground. She could hear his pained groans from where she was.

Hero stopped running and drew out her tranq gun. Whispering an apology, she let the dart fly.

The feathered dart hit Villain directly in the side of his neck. He stumbled a bit, the drug already taking effect. He made an awkward circle- more of an oval- before collapsing backwards on the ground, his arms limply trying to break his fall, but they failed. His head crashed into the ground, leaving him laying in a motionless heap.

Hero grimaced. She never saw someone go down that quickly from the tranq gun before.

She walked up to the villain, crouching down and staring at him. An odd mixture of defeat and relief expressed itself on his unconscious face. Hero sighed, running a hand through her hair, before taking a look at his swollen leg.

The bullet that previously imbedded itself in his leg was gone, leaving a very infected gash. His whole calf was twice the size it would normally be- due to the infection and the fact that he seemed to have a badly sprained ankle.

"Finally!" Teammate exclaimed, sitting down exhausted next to Hero. "I was getting to the point of just shooting him and being done-"

"Look at this," Hero gestured towards his leg. She pressed into the flesh, it wasn't like he could feel it. It was burning hot.

"Yeah, looks nasty. I'm gonna call Superhero and then let's get him to the infirmary," Teammate said and went to call their boss.

Hero positioned herself by Villain's head and placed it in his lap. For some reason, even though he was incapable of realizing her presence, she felt a call to comfort him.

"It'll be okay buddy," Hero whispered, brushing the unwashed hair out of Villain's face. "Just hang on for me, will you?"

Superhero came within a few minutes, oddly without the aid of doctors and nurses. Hero watched with a perplexed look on her face while Teammate shrugged, also very confused.

Superhero smirked down at the unconscious man, nonchalantly using his foot and shoving his shoulder over. Villain rolled deeper into Hero's lap, his muscles devoid of any resistance.

"Well good job my heroes," Superhero said in an annoyingly chirpy voice. "Help me get him into my car, and I'll take him to the, uh, infirmary."

Hero nodded curtly, but really she found this odd. Why was Superhero taking Villain? What if Villain woke up? Maybe he meant for Teammate and Hero to join him in the ride and just harmlessly forgot to mention it?

Teammate and Hero loaded Villain into the back of the car and buckled his limp body up. They had him in a sitting position with his leg dangling over his chest, arms lazily lying at his sides.

"Thank you so much, guys. Really, great job," Superhero applauded in an interestingly quick voice. Hero smiled back and prepared to ride shotgun.

"Wait! No, no, no," Superhero chuckled nervously. "Honey, why don't you and Teammate go home and get some sleep. You two have been working incredibly hard."

Hero detected the tension in her boss's voice, but chose to ignore it. Truthfully, she was too tired to argue and the thought of collapsing on her bed and sleeping was too tempting. She stepped back and Superhero got into his car and drove away.

《~~》

"It's been a week Hero," Teammate spoke over in between sips of his morning coffee. "A week and no signs of Superhero, we can't visit Villain, and the agnecy is a mess."

"Yeah, kind of odd," Hero agreed, looking out the window and across the busy street. She took a lip of her own coffee and glanced bavk over at her partner. "Maybe we should call him."

"Yeah." Teammate nodded, then a mischievous grin dawned on his face. "You do it," he challenged.

But Hero was not in the mood for games. She flipped out her phone and dialed her boss's number.

"Hey Hero, how are-" cough "-you." The superhero on the otherside of the line sniffled.

"Are you sick boss?" Hero asked, brow furrowing in concern.

"Yeah, just the flu. Nothing serious, just miserable."

Was it Hero's ears playing tricks on her, or did Superhero's voice seem suddenly much less congested?

"Oh well I'm sorry. Rest up and we'll see you next week."

"Is everything okay Hero?"

"Yep all good."

It was not all good. Hero hung up and looked over at Teammate. A wordless conversation passes between them and they both hustled to their feet and practically ran out the door.

Superhero lived on the outskirts of the city in a vintage farmhouse. Hero's sport car felt very out of place in the picturesque view of the red barn and old tractor.

Teammate knocked on the screen door and stepped back. Hero tried not to notice, but he had a gun with him.

"Coming! I'm coming!" Superhero's clearly not sick voice rang out. Hero heard the poudning of footsteps before Superhero, dreased in a sweatpants and a tank top, opened the door.

His face paled at the sight of his employees.

"Oh, hey ack. What brings you here? I said I was totally good," Superhero chuckled, tapping his fingers against the doorframe.

"Cut the bull Superhero." Teammate drew his gun. "Where is Villain?"

Hero was shocked. She didn't really piece two and two together, but it seemed like Teammate did.

Superhero had Villain.

"No where. What makes you think-"

Teammate brought the barrel of the gun to Superhero's temple, knocking him out. He immediately rushed over and stuck his boss with a needle.

"What?" Hero asked, astonished.

"I'm always prepared. Never trusted that guy anyways," Teammate replied, turning his nose up slightly at Superhero's sleeping form in amusement, before rushing into the house. Hero followed.

They found Villain unconscious on the floor of the basement. His arm was strewn over his face, bruised and bloodied.

Hero ran over and took one look at the villain an immediately knew that he was in reallt bad shape. The original infection seemed to be drained, but it was still quite pussy. Also, the swelling did not yet go down.

Teammate grabbed Villain's arm and turned it over to reveal tiny holes. Hero swallowed. He has been drugged, she realized with a shudder.

Teammate, without another word, scooped Villain into his arm and carried him back up the stairs. Hero followed, stunned into silence.

When they came across Superhero's peacefully sleeping form, Hero brought her heel down onto his nose. With a satisfying crunch, it broke.

"Serves you right," Hero whispered, voice dripping with malice.

Teammate had Villain lying in the backseat of the small car, his bad leg resting against his jacket as a pillow. Hero scooted in next to him, laying his head on her lap. "Okay, let's go," she said and Teammate droved to her house.

The first thing the two did was get the disgusting, soiled articles of clothing off Villain's partially starved body. He immediately started to shiver, convulsions overtaking his body.

"Okay, he need to be warmed up," Hero said. "Bath?"

"No, wrap him in warm blankets and then sit with him on the couch. I need to tend to this leg ASAP," Teammate said, voice completely focused and monotoned.

Hero did as she was told, swaddling Villain in a fluffy beige blanket. She laid his upper body across her lap as Teammate went to work on properly draining the abscess. Villain didn't stir and Hero got worried. She checked his pulse finding it too fast and erratic to be normal.

"Okay done." Teammate cleaned his hands off on a paper towel and doused the wound with antiseptic. When that was done, he wrapped the gash in thick bandages.

Hero clutched Villain, dragging him closer to her. Waking up slightly, he nuzzled his face into her arm. Then, he stilled again, asleep.

"What are we going to do about him?" Hero whispered. "Superhero won't let us get away..."

"I know." Teammate rubbed his eyes. "That's why I am going to pack and we are running away."

[meganshinsou-tm]

the best alpha’s. (f)

☙ pairing: bakugou x reader x kirishima

☙ theme: a/b/o, domestic dads

☙  cw/tw: profanity, a/b/o characteristics, scenting, slight self-doubt, baku needs a hug, cute alpha dads with their pup.

☙  a/n-request:  Baku and Kiri (separately but also maybe poly??? is 3 different scenarios too much?) being absolute fuckin badass units on the job kickin ass and sassin reporters (lookin at u Explodo 👀) but the SECOND they walk thru the door and see their lil omega and pup they melt into Soft Dad Mode ™ and just wanna scent their precious beans bc they love them so much and there is just a lot of “wow I’m happy to come home to you” 🥺🥺🥺

** so I just did them in a poly ship, hope you like it. ^-^

“Where the fuck is she?”

The moment you hear that gruff voice and smell not one but two annoyed alpha’s you freeze for only a second before smiling and poking your head out of the kitchen. Down the short hallway, Bakugou and Kirishima are both seen removing their shoes and duffels, using each other to lean against in the process. 

Kirishima is the first to pick up your happy and excited scent, his nose sniffing the air and face turning in your direction with one of those famous sharp toothed grins. He rumbles loudly and shoves Bakugou off so he can take massive strides in your direction. Soon there are large calloused hands cupping your face and you’re nuzzling each other’s cheeks. The scent of mountain rapids fills your nose and has you purring loudly along with Kirishima’s steady rumbling in his chest, sharp teeth softly nip at your cheek and cause you to chirp happily.

“Man I missed you.”

You chuckle and pet Kirishima's chest. “You saw me this morning.”

“It’s been a long day,” he breathes out after taking in a giant lungful of your honeysuckle scent.

Pulling away, you let the alpha hug you close while eyeing the other who was quickly approaching. You reach out a hand when Bakugou gets closer and his scent of flint and a sweet campfire mixes with Kirishima’s. Bakugou doesn’t waste a moment in pressing his cheek to the inside of your palm, his hand coming up to hold it there while he takes in numerous breaths of your scent in order to calm himself. 

“I saw.” 

Kirishima chuckles and pets the top of Bakugou’s head teasingly, earning a growl but no movement from the blonde alpha. 

“That reporter was asking stupid questions.”

You laughed and moved to hug Bakugou next when Kirishima finally released you, now nuzzling him instead. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close, his inner alpha clawing inside of his head to get any sort of comfort from you. 

Like Kirishima said, it had been a long day. They went hard nonstop against multiple villains and at the end of it, reporters caught up to the alpha duo to pester them with pointless questions about their day. Most of the time Kirishima handled the on the spot interviews but today Bakugou was just at his limit. Maybe it was because he was hungry and tired, and maybe because his rut was going to start within the next two weeks and it was making him more antsy than usual.

So before Kirishima could calmly engage with the reporter, Bakugou snapped and may or may not have gone on a tirade about how fed up he was with reporters being stuck up his ass and many other profanities. All while Kirishima struggled to literally hold the blonde back from destroying the mics and cameras with his teeth. 

“He has to make a public apology in a few days, after some mandatory off time.” 

Kirishima spoke, trying to hide his grin while patting Bakugou’s back and kissing his cheek and yours. He decided to give you a couple more minutes and wandered into the kitchen to make himself and Bakugou some drinks. 

You shifted slightly and Bakugou whimpered, arms tightening around you. His scent suddenly turned distressed and you crooned against his cheek. 

“It’s okay alpha, I’m not going anywhere.”

Bakugou relaxed at that and buried his face into your neck, seeking out more of your calming pheromones as you tousled his hair and rubbed his back.

“I just … fuck, I thought I had gotten better and I then I fucked it up.”

“Katsuki, look at me,” you demanded in the softest way that only you could do.

Bakugou sighed and pulled away from the crook of your neck to look down at you with red eyes full of shame. If he had ears, you were sure they would be flat against his head. With a smile, you cupped his cheeks in your hands and leaned forward to kiss his lips. 

“You had one bad day, it’s not the end of the world. Your job is one of the most gruelling and stressful ones out there - you’re entitled to a blow-up here and there, shit happens. Maybe you could’ve handled this one differently but then again, maybe not. You can only take so much and I think a few days off will do you some good.”

Bakugou grumbled.

“You’re not a bad person for one bad day Katsuki. You’re a good alpha - the best alpha.”

The sound of Kirishima clearing his throat from the kitchen rang throughout the air, making you and Bakugou snicker. 

“You’re one out of two of the best alpha’s.”

Instantly loud purring could be heard from the redhead and you smiled before kissing Bakugou again. He rumbled and chirped while scenting you and being scented just a few seconds longer. 

“I’m the best alpha,” he breathed out against your scent gland, loud enough for only you to hear.

You smiled and nodded, nipping at his cheek then pulling away.

“I know someone who will be very happy that you’ll be home for the next few days.”

At that Bakugou perked up and his happy scent grew tenfold. A genuine smile stretched on his face and he rubbed the tip of his nose against yours, earning a giggle. Suddenly though, the sound of Kirishima bolting from the kitchen caught yours and Bakugou’s attention and soon enough Bakugou was growling with narrowed eyes. He quickly pecked your cheek before taking off after Kirishima towards the living room.

“No way Shitty Hair, me first!”

You rolled your eyes and started to walk after them. 

“It’s been seven months now you overgrown pups - fucking share!”

Kirishima barked out a laugh while Bakugou cackled, the two of them dropping to the plush rug on the living room floor the second their red eyes landed on their pup. Thankfully she was waking up from her nap, surrounded safely by soft barriers of a mini nest you made for her. The moment her own red eyes landed on the two alpha’s kneeling before her she squealed and made grabby hands in their direction while spouting out gibberish. 

Bakugou snarled when Kirishima went to scoop her up. The redhead sighed and sat back, letting Bakugou take her first with a pout.

“You’re not fair babe, you’re gonna get three whole days with her!”

“Shut up, I deserve it.”

You giggled and stood behind Kirishima, bending over him and giving him an upside down kiss in order to distract him from Bakugou, basically gloating.  He hummed and lifted a hand to pinch your cheek, kissing back. When you pulled away, you let the alpha’s be, going back to the kitchen after giving Bakugou and your pup a kiss.

Bakugou held the small pup close, scenting her chubby cheeks and tiny hands that grabbed at his face. She smelled like you, too young to have presented yet and have a scent of her own. But it wouldn’t be long before your scent was gone and completely masked with his and Kirishima’s. After getting his small fill, she was handed over to her other papa.

They redheaded alpha smiled and cooed, always the more talkative one with your pup.

“Hi there princess. Did you have a good nap?” He chimed, kissing the inside of tiny little hands.

She responded with a smile that flashed her singular sharp tooth that had started to grow so far and a giggle. Kirishima scented her as well, lifting her high in order to blow against her pudgy tummy and sides, earning more squeals and heart stopping giggles. 

Bakugou sat back and watched happily, already feeling more and more relaxed and content. His stresses from the day were quickly fading away the more he and Kirishima played with and scented the blonde little pup. All three of them rolled around on the floor, crawling and playing peek-a-boo. Then came the alpha’s favorite game which was Bakugou holding his pup by the hands to stand on excited bouncy legs, maneuvering her like a doll to beat up Kirishima. Bakugou would laugh and snort while making her kick and punch at his alpha mate, lifting her up to swan dive onto Kirishima’s rumbling chest. All while Kirishima played his part of the villain, pleading and faking hurt very dramatically.

You’d watch on from the kitchen, continuing dinner with a smile and purring happily. Once you got to a point where the food could be unattended, you set the timer for thirty-minutes and made your way into the now quiet living room. In the floor laid both alphas, snuggled up close on either side of your pup with their hands resting on her tummy and chubby thigh. All three of them were peacefully napping.

Soft rumbles came from Bakugou and Kirishima in their sleep while a tiny purr could be heard from your pup. You smiled and lowered onto the floor, moving to lay where Bakugou and Kirishima’s heads were, curling around them and alternating between petting their heads.

They really were the best alpha’s.

[mashiraostail]

Aizawa gets hit with a quirk during battle and it turns him into a cat, he doesn't know what to do so he goes to his partner's house. His partner sees Catzawa sitting at her doorway and doesn't know it's him, so she basically catnaps him, thinking he's a stray, and takes care of him the rest of the week? uwu

omg this got kinda long but it was really fun to write fdlsk i hope you enjoy! >:3

You’d actually had a sort of late-night, later than you desired anyways, you were excited to just go home and get some rest.  As you approached your doorstep you notice a black fuzzy blob on your welcome mat. “Well hello there..” You crouch down to the cat and offer a hand, “and who are we? Huh?” You scratch the back of its neck, laughing at the loud purring it replies with.  “You are adorable.” You scoop it up, “if you’ve got an owner the time to run away is now, or else you’re mine. That cool?” The cat just settles into your chest, purring contentedly. “I’m taking that as a yes.”  You set your things down but keep the cat in your arms, it doesn’t seem to mind.  “What should I name you?” You wonder aloud. “Oh I bet Shouta will have a good idea.” You sit down on the couch with the cat in your lap, taking a photo of it to send along to the aforementioned man, “he loves cats. Maybe I should wait and surprise him with you.” You hesitate to send the photo, “I guess in the meantime I’ll just call you...” You look around for some inspiration, “I guess Eraser is pretty fitting huh? You know now that I mention it you sort of even look like him.” You press your thumb between the cat's eyes, “grumpy.” Its reply is just a meow.  Aizawa isn’t too worried honestly, once he figured out what had happened and gets a handle on things he concludes this weird quirk will only be effective for a few hours to a day max. At least his quirk was still effective in cat form, though the cops were probably confused to find a bound up villian and no hero to claim them. He didn’t care much and with that in mind he just mozzies his way over to your place figuring you’ll take care of him, you always do. And he was right, you were happy to let him rest on your chest while you lounged around on the couch, watching TV late into the night, you scratched up his back with your nails and cooed at him every time he nestled closer. He knows it was a villain quirk that hit him but he’s sort of thankful, honestly, this is the life.  “Alright.” You sigh and he rises and falls with the breath in your chest, “how’s bed sound Eraser cat?” You’re mildly concerned you haven’t heard from Shouta, normally he let you know when he returned and left for patrols, even if you were asleep. You figured his phone was dead or forgotten, or that Hizashi was accompanying him tonight.  He is very content to curl up next to your chest and snooze there peacefully for the whole night. He could sleep for days if anyone asked him, you were warm and nice and sure he wasn’t particularly clingy but he couldn't deny how nice it felt to be coddled on occasion.  Your bright laughter and the way you flick water at him and shoo him away when he sneaks into the shower the next morning is also welcome.  “I thought cats hated water!” You snort flicking a towel at him, “get out mister, this isn’t for cats, I’ll give you a bath in the sink tonight if you really insist.”  Though a few days pass and he’s still a cat, and what’s worse is you’re going crazy with worry.  “I’m sorry, no.” He’s watching from his perch on your counter as you shake your head at Nemuri, Hizashi, and Nezu, “He normally calls me at least once a day if we aren’t together but I haven’t even gotten a text let alone seen his face..” You look forlorn, there’s a deep worry line between your eyebrows. “It’s alright. Thanks for the help.” Nemuri squeezes your shoulder, “I’m sure he just got wrapped up in something a little bigger than usual.”  Hizashi nods in agreement, “we’ll let you know if we find out anything else, okay?”  “Thank you Zash. I’ll call you guys if he turns up around here.” You squeeze his friend's hand, as comforting as he was trying to be you could tell he was equally upset and worried.  “We appreciate that.” Nezu nods, “he’s a very capable hero, I’m sure we have nothing to worry about.”  “Say, when did you get a cat?” Nemuri takes notice of the feline and you jump.  “Oh you guys haven’t met him yet! I think he was a stray..” You scoop him up and bring him back to the trio, “his name is Eraser cat. Well, it was temporary, I was going to ask Shouta to name him but-” Your voice breaks a little, “well...you know.”  “He’s very cute.” Nemuri laughs a little but it doesn’t do much to mask how upset she seems as well, “don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine.” She insists and you nod, “I hope so.”  When his hero costume and goggles turn up 2 days later you're inconsolable. Aizawa is trying everything he can think of to get you to realize what’s happened. He watches helplessly on the couch as you cry into Hizashi’s shoulder. Nemuri on your other side rubbing your back, though they each look equally heartbroken.  You hadn’t been sleeping much at night since their first visit, he was used to you staying up to the sunrise scratching his back, and playing with his ears. But at least you didn’t cry. Now you cried. Even watching you sob into Hizashi’s shirt was enough to make him let out a warbled meow and slink over to your lap.  “Oh I’m okay-” You let out a wet laugh, “what a good cat you are..wanna cheer me up?” You hug him, “you’re so cute.” Your voice breaks again, “Shouta would have just love you-” And as quickly as your tears had stopped warbly cries had begun again.  Nemuri and Hizashi don’t leave until it’s dark out. He watches the various people that come in and out the next day, Toshinori comes with some sweets and Aizawa’s class. You supposed it was nice to see them if only a bit painful at first. But after the discomfort in your chest settles they do pretty well at cheering you up, offering you all the funny, sweet, or scary stories about their teacher that they can think up.  Sekijiro comes after with Ryo, the pair is happy to sit quietly with you while you cry alternating between who lets you rest on their shoulder and who rubs your back. Kugo and 13 come with some food and finally Emi with plenty of teary-eyed attempts to pull some more laughter out of you.  After it’s all over he’s curling up on your chest where you lay on the couch.  “Don’t worry.” You murmur, you noticed the cat didn’t seem to like it when you cried, “I think I’m all cried out.” Your eyes are puffy and red as your hands cover his back. “Wanna hear about Shouta?” You ask and the cat’s ears perk up. “Yeah? I could tell you some things about him.” Your voice breaks a little at his name, “he was a good guy, a little grumpy, but..” You sigh, “he was just a softie.” You close your eyes, “and he really liked cats. He would have been so excited to have you. He was really strong too-” You bite back some more tears, “whatever...whatever did this to him I..I have to say I’m a little scared to see what it’ll do next.” The cat stands up and hops away, you laugh a little, “you’re so aloof.” You watch the black furball turn the corner and disappear.  When he returns you’re about to doze off, but he jumps onto your stomach, you huff. “Excuse you. Hey!” You sit up,  “what’s in your mouth?!” You try to pry his jaw open, “you’re gonna choke!” He spits out an eraser.  “oh?” You pick up the pink pencil topper, “did you learn your name?” You perk up, “so cute!” You scoop the cat up to your chest, kissing his face, “you’re so smart-” The cat warbles. “What?” You set it down and it paws at the eraser.  “You wanna play?” He hadn't liked playing very much before. He warbles again before hopping away and fleeing. Though he’s back in a few moments.  “Now what do you have??” You notice something else hidden in the cat's mouth, he spits it out without a fight though.  “Shouta’s keys?” You pick them up, “do you wanna play?” You ask again and jingle them in front of the cat's face. He swats at you.  “I’m sorry.” You frown, “not right now okay? I’m really exhausted.” You stand up, “let’s just go to bed?”  The cat leaps into bed with you a few minutes after you get under the covers.  “Eraser please-” You groan as he kneads your back, “I'm exhausted.” Roll over and he drops something on your chest. It was a picture, one from your bag of you and Shouta, Hizashi took it on new year’s eve two years ago.  “Huh?” You look at the cat, “why’d you bring me this?” You remember reading that cats like to bring their owners things as presents sometimes. “That’s very sweet.” You murmur, “I should get it framed or something, it’s a nice picture. He didn’t really like pictures..” You rub the cat's ears, “I didn’t mind before...” You trail off, feeling your eyes get wet, “but wish I had more of us now that he’s-” You take in a deep breath before you can start crying again. You set the photo on your nightstand. “I’m going to sleep.” You turn over, without huddling him into your chest like usual.  Aizawa doesn’t know who to thank when he wakes up, suddenly human again. Though he is totally naked. But at least you wouldn’t be so inconsolable anymore. Your alarm starts to blare and you turn over, your hand hits his chest.  “Shou.. turn it off..” You mutter, burying your nose in his arm. There’s a moment of reprieve like nothing had ever happened like it was all a weird dream. You did this occasionally, you’d wake up and grumble for him, ‘come closer’ ‘turn the alarm off’ or just a ‘g’monring shou’. In the days prior he’d tried to do what he could, even swatting your alarm off with his paw and curling up in your neck. Though it was never long before you’d realize that Shouta as you knew him wasn’t there and you’d dissolve into a fit. “mhn I got it.” His hand slaps the alarm button and it silences.  Your eyes snap open and you scramble up, shrieking.  “Shouta!?” You’re patting him down, neck shoulders, and chest, checking for any injuries, or any sign that he’s not really Shouta. But it’s all there, all the scars, and birthmarks, and hair, he’s exactly how you remember.  “Where have you been?!” You place two firm hands on his chest, “and why are you naked? Not that I mind now, but have you been walking around naked for over a week? Never mind don’t answer that.” You take his face in your hands, “Oh Shouta, I’ve been so worried.” You shake your head, “we all have. When your costume turned up but you...” Your voice gets quiet, “we thought...well..God. Where have you been?”  “I’m sorry to worry you-” He sits up, “i’m okay, seriously, not even a scratch. It’s all sort of complicated but I think what happened was-”  “Wait!” You stop him, “I have a surprise for you!”  “Well, the thing is-”  “Just stay here okay? Put some pants on!”  You scramble out of bed, looking hopelessly for Eraser Cat, though the feline is nowhere to be found. You’re standing by the couch when the sight of the eraser and Shouta’s keys discarded there put the dots together for you. “It was you?!” You shriek running back to your bedroom.  “I was trying to tell you!” He insists, “like when I kept changing the channel to the news during broadcasts about me, or all of the random stuff that I always brought you!”  He doesn’t mind the way your arms fly around his neck, he just pats your back.  “So you’ve been okay this whole time?!”  “Yeah, I was pretty well taken care of actually.”  “I was wondering why he’d only eat leftovers and not the cat food..” You murmur and Shouta laughs.  “Sorry, but it smelled really gross.” He lets you clamber into his lap.  “Shouta I’m so happy to see you.” You hold his face in your hands, “you have no idea how worried I was-”  “I watched the whole thing.” He laughs a little, holding your wrists, “ but it’s alright now. I’m here. I’m fine. We both are.” The kiss is welcome, warm, and familiar. Being a cat for a day would have been fun, but a whole week was sort of pushing it, he’d missed these sorts of sensations, your hands on his chest, arms around his neck, lips against his.  “You watched me change like every day!” You hit his stomach and he huffs at the blow, “What happened to missing me? It’s your fault for leaving the door open!” He complains and you jump,  “I live alone!!! And you tried to get in the shower with me?! You perv!”  “You act like I’ve never seen you naked before!” He fends off your swatting hands. “It’s the principle of the thing!”  “We see each other naked all the time! I’m naked right now.” He catches your hands and you stop, flush creeping up your neck.  “Oh. Yes..you are...” You settle down a little as he continues, “and I really missed you...” 

[anothertimdrakestan]

Hot Stuff (Tim Drake x Reader)

Words: 3k

Req: “can you do a fic where the reader has to get protected and she doesn't want to and thinks it's dumb but like otherwise someone is gonna try to kill her so a batboy (of your choice) has to protect her and they like realize they like each other? i just think it would be really cute sorry haha you can ignore me.”

I’m not gonna ignore you!!! this is adorable! also i let ppl vote not knowing the prompt and they picked tim hehehe so this will be fun! you really left me a LOT of creative freedom lmao so i tried my best but had a lot of fun lolz hope you enjoy angel!

It had been at least 5 years since you had ever shivered. And the last time it happened you were like 20 seconds away from dying so the fact that it was becoming a common feeling was definitely a problem. But your near death every couple minutes was a pretty dumb excuse to get you holed up in the batcave being watched over by none other than Mr. Batman himself. 

The whole problem arose when all the cold-powered super villains decided it was time for their equivalent of a crossover, deciding that if the world was frozen over they could... steal shit? Then unfreeze it or something? They were always a little slow (call it brain freeze if you will) but the beginnings of their plan worked and the temperature of the Earth was dropping steadily which didn’t bode well for a hero like you who’s powers revolved around heat and energy, the colder you got the weaker- making this the reason you were in a makeshift furnace set up discreetly in the Batcave. 

“Morning y/n let’s see how you’re doing” Tim greeted you with a wave, grabbing a tablet that was tracking your internal body temperature and other boring statistics on whether or not you’d live. “Oh man, okay, lemme turn it up” Tim tapped at the tablet while you folded another paper airplane and threw it at the glass. “I feel fine man, like really, I’m just chilling” you shrugged, incinerating the paper airplane with a small flame in the center of your palm while Tim chuckled. “Well ya see, you ‘chilling’ is actually quite a bad thing, but yeah a couple minutes with extra heat and you can come to breakfast!” you rolled your eyes at his smothered laughter. “How long you been sitting on that one?” you teased him. 

“Long enough Sparky, now warm up I’m hungry” Tim started you on a burst of energy while he moved on to the main BatComputer. “Whatcha solving today? Anything I can help with?” you squinted at the screen hoping for something interesting. “Bruce is going out to see if he can find the location of all the machines dropping the temp, and no, you’re definitely not going outside anytime soon” Tim chided you while you groaned and let sharp flames jutt from your clenched fists. “I’m not a child, I can regulate my temperature on my own, hell I can still make fire so clearly I’m fine” you said matter-of-factly holding up a flame and letting it dancing into a small burst. 

“And I’d like to keep you that way y/n let’s not risk it, now c’mon I think you’ve taken in enough energy” Tim opened the door to your little glass room, his eyes widening at the heat that brushed over his face. “Dude you ever got hot in there?” Tim questioned, fanning his face from the exposure. “Nope, I’m kinda like that all the time” you explained, casually taking his hand to show him how your skin practically radiated heat. “Oh- wow, you’re really warm but it’s kinda cool.” Tim mumbled, pushing your palm flush up against his, the tops of his fingertips curling around yours while he grinned, “your hands are so small” you snorted, “whatever Drake, I could cook you like a bird if I wanted to,” you laughed, racing up the steps towards the kitchen ready to warm up some breakfast.

That afternoon you were helping Damian through homework hoping for any excitement in the pure boredom. “Alright, done. I’m going to take Titus out you can come- uh actually nevermind.” Damian shot you an apologetic look before grabbing Titus’ collar. “No actually I can go! I’m super warm and got the go ahead!” You quickly stood up, telling yourself a little getaway was necessary. “Really? I believe Drake said-” you cut Damian off, “Tim is like never right about anything yaknow? Let’s go!” You zipped up a couple of your jackets with a grin while Damian led you outside. 

The air was crisp, like a fall day that was on the verge of shifting into winter. “You’re not going to die on me are you?” Damian glanced at you while you breathed in the fresh air peacefully. “No haha, this is just regulating my temperature using my powers for a little while, I get ill when I do it for too long, let’s go!” you raced down the street loving the freedom even though you could feel the cold creep in. 

“Y/n? Y/n? Guys I think her eyelids are moving! Y/N! Can you hear me?” a familiar voice buzzed over the white noise while you began to regain your senses. Slowly you blinked your eyes open to see Damian, who looked pissed, Bruce, who also looked pissed, and Tim, who looked worse than ever. “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING YOU LIED TO DAMIAN TO GO OUTSIDE THEN ALMOST DIED!” Tim was waving his hands and showing you charts of your warmth-cold ratios being at all time lows and spouting off concerning facts about your health while Bruce just looked at the ceiling asking ‘why me’. 

“I thought I’d be fine” you whispered, feeling your throat scream at it’s use. “It’s like freezing outside- freakin colder than winter- and you wanted to go outside???” Tim looked exasperated, he was in a loose tank top and shorts, it looked like he’d been sweating so he had probably been next to you for a while during your recovery. “I didn’t think I’d get so cold” you mumbled, flexing your hands while you tried to regain your strength. 

Eventually Tim calmed down, he went back to working on cases but you noticed him frequently checking to confirm you hadn’t left your new room. Damian chastised you for lying and told you how you essentially fainted a couple blocks into the walk, it was just way too cold too for you to function outside. But the small taste of freedom was worth it. 

“Hey hot stuff,” Tim gave you a little devilish smile at his new nickname for you. “Cute Drake, but what’s up?” you called back as he approached your makeshift oven-room. “Nothing much just thought I’d come hangout- warm up your cold dark heart for once” you shook your head at all his heat-centered puns. “Tough talk for a glorified shish-kebab” you said with a laugh, letting a little spark dance on your finger tips. 

“What does it feel like? The powers and being cold?” Tim asked, his eyes still staring at your palm. “Mhm it’s a part of me yaknow? So when it’s cold its like a piece of my being is being stifled, like choked out of me. But normally, it just flows through me and I can channel it and what not but right now it feels... rigid, like every ounce of warmth is being used to circulate through my own body” you said with a sign, missing the freedom and immense warmth. “We’re gonna fix this y/n you know that right? This is only temporary, I promise.” Tim whispered, inching closer to the glass. 

You felt a tear slip out, quickly you pushed it away feeling it evaporate in your hands you looked up at Tim who was inches from the glass, his cheeks were red from the heat radiating on him as he stood bundled in a sweater. Slowly he gave you a hopeful smile, putting his hand up against the glass. With a small smile you uncurled your hand up to meet his, for a second you just met his eyes and knew you were safe. Even when everything seemed so cold Tim was warm, and he was always there for you. 

A couple days later you were stable, but constantly needing reheating. You’d spent a lot of time with Tim who had set up a little workspace outside your room. He’d work on cases and talk to you, sometimes he’d catch a few minutes of sleep, his cheek pressed adorably up to the warm glass while you stifle giggles as his sleepy breaths fog the glass. Your situation was bearable with Tim, and you were really starting to enjoy his company.

“Red Robin we’ve got something” you watched Tim shoot up from his work as Bruce descended into the Batcave. “Barry Allen and the rest of Star Labs have reason to believe the frost machines aren’t actually underground, but their above us. Think pumping out cold air like an AC machine for the Earth” Tim nodded, sitting down at the batcomputer as he began typing rapidly. You were straining your neck against the glass to try to see what he was doing. 

“Got it, try here, here, and here” Tim was pointing wildly at a map while Bruce sent out the coords. “Suit up, if we’re right this’ll be a real fight” Bruce said as he left to go get the others. After Tim was in his suit he came up next to your room with a grin. You looked at him with hopeful eyes, “you think this is it?” you asked Tim while he flashed you a hopeful smile. “I hope so y/n, if we’re lucky this will be it” he answered, taking a deep breath and clenching his hands into fists. “Well you need extra luck” you told him, he nodded then stopped short when you burst out of the room, throwing your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “My hugs are super lucky” you whispered into his chest while his hands wrapped around your back. “I’ll take all the luck I can get” he mumbled, lowering his head into the crook of your neck. The hug was easy and perfect- until you started to shiver. Quickly Tim deposited you back into your room, turning up the heat. 

“Guess I’m not hot enough for you” Tim snorted while you rubbed your shoulders. “Shut up dork, now go fix the world so I can give you a proper hug” you placed your hand against the glass again. With a nod he placed his hand to yours, “will do” he said, dashing off towards Bruce and Damian who were also all suited up. 

“Y/n I must inform you they have in fact found the base and will be going into battle shortly” Alfred called from the computers while he monitored the team’s location. “Yes!” you shouted, pumping a fist in the air while you paced around your room. 

The plan was clear, there were 10 giant AC machines pumping out the frost across the world, some heroes had been separated into teams each tasked with taking out their respective machine then any hero strong enough to lift the machines were in charge of bringing them to an undisclosed location on one of Bruce’s private islands for inspection and dismantling. Alfred had Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian’s vitals displayed on the screen as their suits were consistently monitoring them and you’d been craning your neck to keep track of the little bars. “god Alfie how do you take it? You can see every hit they take, every injury, you’re basically looking at it all going wrong!” you felt like tearing your hair out, watching the screen light up with every hit each boy took. 

“You get used to it Ms. Y/n you must have faith that they’ve seen worse and can survive anything” Alfred answered cooly but it didn’t stop you from wincing everytime Tim’s bar lowered or lit up meaning he took a hit. 

Over the comms you heard Bruce and Damian confirm their machine was sufficiently broken, as well as 8 of the other machines. As it turned out, Tim, Dick, and one of those annoying speedsters had been sent to the head machine, a few members of the league were at the other. You watched Tim take hit after hit, clearly him and Dick were struggling. “Alf is it just me or are Tim and Dick’s bars not going up” you were pounding at the glass of your room. Slowly Alfred nodded, abruptly standing up. To your shock he began moving around the cave, setting up what looked like a makeshift hospital room. “There will almost assuredly be some injuries after this battle. But how are you feeling Ms. Y/n as over half of the machines have been taken down” Alfred drew you away from the flashing bars as you realized you were feeling better, still not top shape but better than you’d been in days. “Yeah you’re right I’m definitely feeling better-”

“Hey Alfie Tim just got buried in snow any recommendations?” you heard Dick’s voice come over the speakers. Your head whipped to his bar which was flashing wildly as you shrieked. Alfred replied quickly, “Master Dick you must remove him immediately and wrap him with something warm as his suit cannot regulate him in freezing temperatures.” as he made his way back to the batcomputer, talking Dick through his next actions. 

“Will do, he’ll be okay but he’s kinda a popsicle right now” Dick’s voice came over the comms again while you let out the breath you’d been holding in as you saw Tim’s bar sliding back up. Shortly after they were aided by the rest of the league, promptly taking out the final machine and finding the villains hiding inside. 

Dick, Tim, and Damian returned to the cave shorty, Bruce was busy with league business interrogating the villains. Damian came in first, declaring he now hated the cold after how freezing that mission was. Following him was Dick who was walking with a slight limp as he called to Alfred explaining that he just twisted it when he dug Tim out of the snow. And last, Tim made his way into the cave. His hair was wet, clearly melted from being buried under snow. He was wearing a Star Labs sweatshirt and sweatpants as he held his waterlogged suit in his slightly shaky hands, and a towel was draped over his shoulders. “Alf you want my suit? Pretty sure I fried half the tech” he called as he shook his head, little water droplets flying from his hair. “I’ll see to it’s repair Master Tim” Alfred nodded, gesturing for Tim to place it next to him. “Also, might I recommend you spend some time with Miss Y/n as she is quite capable of warming you up” Alfred gestured towards your room before going back to examining Dick’s ankle. 

Tim nodded in agreement, giving you a little wave as he stumbled into the room with you. Letting the relief flood your head you quickly brought him into a warm hug, focusing on pushing some of your energy forwards to warm him up. “Mhm” Tim’s eyelashes fluttered shut against your neck while he melted into your embrace. “You’re so cold” you whispered with a giggle. “Yeah and you’re really hot” Tim groaned in reply, though you could feel his lips curl into a smile against your neck. “I think you meant warm” you tried to ignore the butterflies having a rager in your stomach. “Hm no I said it right” Tim whispered in your ear making your eyes widen at his upfront response. “Oh, I- uh, thanks? I think you’re pretty cool- no not cool cuz like that’s the opposite of hot- yeah you’re-” you were silenced as Tim pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes shot open at the feeling of his ice cold lips pressed to yours but they quickly fluttered closed when his hand wrapped around the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss. His lips quickly warmed up against yours making your breath hitch when he slipped a cold hand around your waist pulling you flush against him. His fingers felt like ice as they grasped your back but you couldn’t but melt into his touch. 

You pulled away first, taking in gasping breaths while you couldn’t help but grin. “You warm yet?” you teased, pulling his hand away from your back and placing your hand in his, giving it a warm squeeze. “Mhm one more kiss” he pouted, leaning down to place a smiling kiss onto your lips while you scrunched your nose. “I should seriously freeze to death more often if it means I get to kiss you” Tim said while you rolled your eyes. “Or you could just not die and I might give you a good-job kiss?” you offered with a grin. “Will do” Tim nodded, giving your hand a squeeze. 

“Goodbye oven!” you shouted, practically kicking the door open as you finally got to leave the cramped room behind. Just a day later the Earth had returned to average temperature and you were free. “I am SO ready to go home, not that I didn’t like it here” you said, giving Tim a little smile as Bruce return all your belongings after a little over a week in Bat-Solitude. “Come back soon though?” Tim piped up with a hopeful looks. “Definitely, I won’t give you the cold shoulder” you snorted at your own joke while Damian groaned, saying something about being happy he’ll be free of your puns. 

Tim walked you out, chatting your ear off about his next cases and all the time he had to come see you, over the course of the frozen-adventure you’d found a best friend and possibly something more, maybe the oven was worth it after all? 

“Okay, so I’ll see you in a couple days?” you grinned as Tim nodded. “Yup! Now before you go, I need another good luck hug- they definitely work wonders seeing as last time I got buried in snow” Tim laughed, wrapping his arms around you as he chuckled into the hug. “Not my fault you turned into a snowman Drake” You gave him a squeeze before pulling away, locking eyes with him. His hand slipped to your chin again, but this time you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him in for a goodbye kiss, loving the way sparks danced on your lips. Pulling out of the kiss as the car arrived Tim opened the door for you like the gentleman he is, giving your hand a squeeze.

“See you later hot stuff” Tim winked at you, shutting the door and waving as you drove away, shaking your head at his never ending puns, you smiled to yourself as soon as he was out of view, loving the idea that you’d get to tease that cute dork for the rest of your life. 

[dorki-c]

The three cups; ‘Cup of Curiosity’.

 Characters: Vil!Deku, (Reader), Brief mention of; Dabi, Mr.Compress, Shigaraki, Toga, and Kurogiri.

Relationship: Villain Deku X (Reader)

A/N: SO, now that this whole shit storm of a year is coming to an end, I decided to celebrate it by making a three part series of Villain Deku, because somebody (who ilsm) relates to me when its that time of day and we have Villain Deku brain rot. But this three part series was actually inspired by my own actions, so I gotta blame myself! XD

TW: Alcohol, intimidation tactic (If ya squint!), and lots of swearing (But this is me for crying out loud...)

[Next Part: --->]

It was strange to be called upon by Deku.

Sure, Shigaraki called (*cough* *cough* bribed *cough*) you to his ‘meeting’ room to inform you of the following ‘errands’ you had to do- it’s mostly going to several over secret hideouts and torturing small-town gangsters who thought it was funny to fuck around with debts they owed to somebody who asked or hired (you didn’t pay attention to what it was called) a person from the LOV to ‘rough’ up the victim - but every now and then, it would be to go to GIran with Dabi, also known as telling Dabi not to be a fucking prick to our most trustworthy broker.

But the likelihood of Dabi not being a prick is below negative one hundred percent. So, don’t have anybody start on any solution to stop it, because you certainly don’t want any participation in the patchwork villain’s business.

Though, a clicking sound that vibrated and bounced off of the vacant corridor walls had reminded you where you were headed; Deku’s room. The room of a gentlemen (asshole), who commands us alongside Shigaraki (a wannabe leader compared to Shigaraki), and helps us get our weapons to assist our quirks (that’s actually Mr. Compress’s job in reality).

 Were you in trouble? There was no plausible answer to this sudden announcement. Though, what is surprising is that it’s probably the second time- in a month- this has happened to you.

Who even cares at this moment? Besides the main factor that everyone (besides you) knows the green-haired villain has a crush on your cold-hearted attitude and your mouth-watering body, it isn’t a surprise that he wants a bite outta you- considering the high frequency of times, you have felt somebody’s ‘laser’-eyes burning judgement and criticisms into your back every goddamn minute- as you swirl a shot glass of tequila when sitting in the bar area of the base, it all pointed back to a green-haired villain as Toga would gush over how he seems distracted because of somebody’s revealing outfit....

(I’m sure you can figure out who’s outfit it might have been.)

Creep. Hissed the back of (y/n)’s mind, when she sees those polished and distinguishingly clean silver door handles jutting out from the jet-black door. “Here we go again.” She muttered under her breath when grasping the unusual- is it even wrong to call it ‘unusual’- cold door handle and pushing it open.

There, he relaxed under the glamorous illuminations that spiced the boring white walls of his room- acting like a spoiled fucking brat. (You wished that you had a teleportation quirk like Kurogiri at this moment.)

Green bangs were swooped backwards to reveal a pair of verdant emerald eyes- where they had a thin line of twinkling smugness- as the top two buttons of his ‘designer crafted’ white blouse scantly reveals the edge of his collar bone alongside seeing a faint trace of the skin on his waist as his black trousers lightly tugged downwards helping the white shirt pop out ever so slightly from the waistline.

Even if he looked handsome, there was always a hint of jealousy and hatred for him. There was always going to be that hiss or venomous snap of your voice when you spoke to him because he had so much more than you or was it the power he held?

Nonetheless, with one of his legs crossed over the other one as it was held up by an armrest, Deku’s back hit the other armrest where his attention was gathered at a newspaper article and the simple curved glass of deep crimson liquid pooled peacefully at rock bottom.

As half of his body was covered by the shadow of his chair- which he arrogantly claims as his ‘throne’- the sleek black leather was delicately shined to his appropriate standard, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at Deku’s ridiculous sitting position. It's like he wants to be seen as an adult but instead ruins that image by acting like a child.

It’s not like he’s noticed you yet, maybe you should time how long it takes for the boy to see your impatient form tapping the lacquered brown floor with only the tips of your boots alongside hearing the metallic objects jingling- more like clanking, however, who gives a shit?

You didn’t have time for this, the mission that both you and Twice had to leave for was starting tomorrow and with all of your weapons needing a really good clean after last nights turn of events, Deku could really make effective use of his eyes to notice that somebody is waiting for him to speak.

Maybe it has been five or ten minutes? Maybe you should leave or maybe he finally noticed you. (Y/n) was already becoming annoyed with the sudden announcement, but now this shit? Does she need to call the manager or something- it's like she is receiving crappy service at a restaurant, which isn’t good.

The subtle- and very lazily- toss of the flimsy newspaper didn’t distract you from eyeing the male’s actions. Tilting his head towards the wine glass he was holding, an eyebrow quirked up in fascination of (y/n)’s impatience with a steady scowl crawling slowly against her lips- she just needs to stay calm and respectful- however, it’s becoming ever so difficult by each millisecond. 

“What do you want, doll?” Furrowed eyebrows created creases in her skin, “I should be asking you that question, sir.” He smirked, took a dainty sip from his wine, and moved his body into a normal sitting position.

God, she’s so enticing to anger and manipulate, it’s becoming more than a drug for him- its steadily on the route of becoming an addiction.

“My, my, doll face- I never knew you were feisty!” As he took another sip out of his glass, his head shook in amusement of your response but as well as in curiosity of your next response. “So what? I never knew you were an alcoholic,” Placing a hand on your hips, you continued, “yet, you have at least seven empty bottles of red wine- all of them being the same brand.” His, on cue, falsely offensive gesture- where he places his free hand on the crest of his chest and gasps- was presented to you as a way to ‘let go’ on him.

Whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean- you have no sympathy for him. “Now, are you going to tell me why I’m here?” Snapped (y/n), as Deku really knows how to push her buttons. He really does.

“Aww, that won’t be necessary…” Again, that smile of white but deadly opaque canine teeth was used against you as those broad shoulders curled inwards allowing a darken gaze of predatory domination where a thick glob of colourless liquid pushed against (y/n)’s throat to force itself backwards.

“I’m not playing your game, Deku.” A staggering step backwards betrayed your brave tone as you saw the last of the drinkable liquid pour downwards and a loud crash of glass elegantly shattering against the floor similarly to the elegance the man in the room carries around like a trophy.

Shaking his head in disbelief, it wasn’t till then that you swore you needed first aid assistance due to your heart bashing against each singular rib bone as it held a deadly sledgehammer. “I never said you were, doll face.”

Although he tried to get closer to you, the moment he placed both of his feet down on the floor is when your feet took you outside of the room and away from his reach.

“She’s so cruel…” Murmured the green-haired villain as it piqued his curiosity. 

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@orenjineki, @haredabi, @in-this-house-we-stan-izuku, @glitterfreezed

[a-pretty-nerd]

Tomura Shigaraki x AllMight!Daughter!Reader

Chapter 4

Premis:

When The League of Villains discovers that AllMight has a daughter, they are quick to snatch you up and hold you hostage. Shigaraki had a careful and thought out plan, but that was before you got there. Now you're in the mood for some not-so-healthy rebellion.

Word Count: 1,822

Warnings: Themes of Depression, Suicidal thoughts, Daddy/Mommy issues? Substance abuse? Etc. Later chapters will involve NSFW and violent content. 

A/N:

SIKE! Once a week? Nah I'm much too hyper-focused for that! Thank you everyone for your awesome feedback and support! You guys are the best! Check out my Patreon if you can, if not, just keep that awesome attention coming! Thank you for reading! Have a wonderful day! ❤

Chapter 3 Chapter 5 

"Oh shit."

You said this out loud, to the room, without thinking. Toga turned to look at you, over the past few days she's grown quite attached.

"What’s wrong?" She asked.

"You didn't by any chance...take my meds when you kidnapped me, did you?"

"You're useless!" Your mother screamed.

"Useless! Ten days! It’s been ten days since my daughter was last seen alive and you can't find ANYTHING!?" She raged on, she's always had a bad temper. Poor Detective Tsukauchi held his head low in a lazy bow. He apologized repeatedly and insisted they were doing their best. There was just no trace of you or the league. They suspected it had to do with someone's quirk. 

"Please, don't yell. They're doing the best they can." Your father pleaded with her.

"Aren't you the least bit worried!?" She yelled at him.

"Of course I am! But they have the best on the case, something has to come up soon."

"Pitiful," she spat, "do have any idea what could have happened by now? Ten days without her meds!"

"I know! I know... But she's been working so hard, surely she has some control-"

"Hah! Control? Her? Have you ever even met your own daughter?" The room fell silent. Confusion and fear washed over your father. But you were always so well behaved. What was she talking about? 

"How long will it take?" Xavier asked. He sat peacefully, pouring over papers, wracking through theories and possibilities.

"Pardon?"

"How long will it take for her quirk to manifest without her meds?" He asked, but it sounded more like a demand.

"There's no telling. Her meds work to suppress her abilities, they don't halt them completely. By the time she came to Japan, her quirk was so suppressed that she could hardly use it at all. It may take some time for it to rise again, but I doubt it will be gentle."

"That’s it then. We just wait until her quirk manifests again, she’ll make a scene and then we grab her." Xavier's expression was blank, cold, and cunning. He creeped your father out, he didn't like him the moment he saw him. He was dead behind the eyes. 

"If this is the league, and All for One is behind this, we have to consider..." All Might trailed off.

"Toshinori..."

"They may have stripped her of her quirk entirely. With an ability like hers... I shudder to think of a Nomu with that power..."

"This is ridiculous. We have to release this to the public. Maybe someone has seen her or the league!" Your mother demanded.

"She's right. We have to alert the public, heroes are already on the lookout, but civilians help solve missing person cases every day. I'm sorry Toshinori, but we have to go to the public." Detective Tsukauchi admitted. Your father sighed and stared blankly at the table.

"Civilians find bodies, not people." Xavier spat. "If we really want to get her back, alive, we have to let her make the first move."

"And what if they've stripped her of her quirk?" Tsukauchi asked.

"I doubt they're even aware she has a quirk. It’s been suppressed for so long, not even she is aware of it anymore. I know Y/N, she's not a girl you mess with. Quite frankly I was surprised they got her in the first place, it's not like her to lose a fight like that. She's strong and smart. She'll figure things out eventually."

"But what happens then? How do we keep her from being taken again? How do we get her back?" Your father poked at his logic.

"For now we'll announce her disappearance and ask if anyone has any information. A reward for her safe return should be offered." Tsukauchi stated.

"And what do we say? The secret daughter of The Symbol of Peace is missing? It'll be madness, people won't know what to think." Xavier barked.

"No. We say she's an American tourist who went missing. Nothing more." Your mother declared.

"It's fine, really. If it would help the case any, I don't care if people know. We kept her identity a secret for so long to keep her safe, and now...it doesn't matter anymore! If it would-"

"I'm afraid she's right. If we let it out that the daughter of Japan's #1 hero has been kidnapped, it won’t look good."

"We interrupt this broadcast to bring you urgent news!"

"What now?" Spinner groaned from his seat as Shigaraki adjusted the volume on the television. At first, you didn't pay much attention, until you heard your name.

"American tourist, Y/L/N Y/N, is missing. Y/L/N was last seen-"

"American tourist? Is that all they're going to call her?" Mr. Compress hummed.

"Why? Why aren't they telling the truth?" Shigaraki mumbled to himself. He ran his sweaty palm over his neck before the urge to scratch became too much and he gave in.

"I'm sorry." You told him. He froze. Hand still dug into the flesh of his neck, the skin turning pink under his nails. He slowly turned to look up at you.

"What?" He asked.

"I'm sorry I'm not what you had in mind. Dad is either determined to keep me a secret or the heroes are onto you. Either way, you’re plan has been compromised. You might as well let me go and move on.” You watched him as he sat there scratching at his neck. He thought for a moment, then paused. 

“As frustrating as this might be, we’re not done yet. If they won’t tell the truth, I know someone who will. Isn’t that right, Y/L/N?” 

“And what if I don’t corporate?” You swallowed nervously. 

“Aren’t you tired of being All Might’s dirty little secret? Don’t you want everyone to know the truth about you?” You watched his lips curl into a smile under the hand. 

“No.” 

“Why?” You paused to think. It all left a bitter taste in your mouth. You had lived your life hidden away from a man you hardly knew. After years and years of keeping the secret, it got easier and easier to lie. After all, when you said you didn’t have a dad, you weren’t lying. 

“He’s not my dad, not really. He’s some glorified…” you looked down at your feet and curled your socks around each other, “sperm donor.” You muttered. Shigaraki stood and approached you again. It made your heart race, the way he slowly shuffled over. You were all too aware that he could kill you at any given moment, with a wave of his hand, you’d be gone. Would that be so bad? You thought. Your lip began to quiver and your eyes became red and sore with tears. Damn it, you didn’t want to cry again. 

“Are you crying?” His voice was quiet. 

“Just do it. Just touch me.” You whimpered to him. He froze. He watched you as you made attempts to cover up your face and wipe away the tears that refused to stop flowing. The tension in the air, though thick, began to swirl around. A buzz of energy filled the room as you cried. The hair on the back of everyone’s neck raised and their hearts began to flutter wildly. 

“Y/L/N…” Toga whispered to herself as she watched you. She stood and started to walk towards you. Shigaraki stayed still, taking note of the energy that came from you. 

“Go on.” You growled through tears as you reached out a hand towards him. He jumped back slightly, only to feel the back of a chair push against his back. Had it moved? Your whimpers became sobs as the furniture began to raddle and shake around them. The league watched in horror as you slid to the floor. The energy built and built as your panic attack washed over you, engulfing you entirely. You had cried a handful of times in the days you had taken, intense emotions had come and gone, but something about this episode was different. 

“Hey, kiddo! It’s alright!” Twice shouted at you as he tried to make his way closer to console you. 

“We won’t make you do anything you don’t want!” Toga followed. 

“Deep breaths, you’ll be alright.” Mr. Compress reassured. Their words hardly got to you as the assault on your mind went on. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” You sobbed uncontrollably. Shigaraki looked out into the room and watched as the furniture that shook began to shift closer and closer to you. He looked back down at you, his heart squeezed in his chest and his own emotions began to turn. Horrified by the way this made him feel, he moved to get away from you as others gathered to be closer. 

Toga’s hand met your back and rubbed soft circles there as they reassured you, and soon enough the furniture stopped shaking, the energy in the room dropped, and you started to calm down. You sniffled and wiped your red and puffy face as you looked up at the faces of villains. Villains that had comforted you and calmed you down during a panic attacked. You felt confused and concerned. Were they playing some kind of brainwashing game with you? But they looked so genuine. No one has ever been so kind before. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break down like that, I just-” 

“Don’t apologize-Shut it!” 

“These things happen.” 

“You don’t have to be sorry.” Toga gave a kind smile. 

“I don’t understand, why are you so nice to me?” The three looked at one another before turning back. 

“We understand!” Twice shouted. 

“We know what if feels like to be in your shoes.” You stood on your shaky legs and looked out into the room. 

“What happened in here?” You asked when you noticed all the furniture had shifted. 

“You really don’t know?” Shigaraki asked from his place, far away from you. He was sufficiently spooked. No one had ever… 

“This is bad...this is really bad…” You muttered. You nervously chewed at your lip and tugged at your shirt. “It’s happening again. Please, please you have to let me go!” You begged him as he watched you shuffle towards him. 

“What’s happening again, Y/L/N?” Toga asked you, tugging back your arm. 

“I-I-I can’t explain, please, just let me go. For your sake, I need my meds!” Her grip on your arm tightened. 

“Why?” His eyes narrowed and she stared at you. 

“It’s her quirk,” Shigaraki noted. 

“I can’t control it otherwise, please, you’re not safe.” You begged him. The energy became to rise again, he felt it, it swept up the back of his neck and made his whole body tingle and ache. 

“Tie her down.” He ordered. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Toga said as she pulled you in close and the others began to grab ahold of you. 

“No! Please!” 

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@bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love ​ @kamenoyaki @hentaiqween101 

[thewritingstar]

Blue with Envy

Pairing: Bubbles x Boomer (Boomubbles) 

Fandom: PPG

So this is my first fic for the blues, which is really weird to think about. I haven’t written a solo fic for them, at least I don't think I have so I hope y'all like it. im terrible at fluff but here we are :) 

Tag list: @shellielyzabeth @unvalley @over-under-through1 @lisathefan @creativecilla (lmk if you wanna be on the tag list) 

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“Alright, look I don't want any problems, just put the money in the bag.” Boomer demanded and he smirked when he saw the cash drawer open and the gas station attendant held the money with shaky hands. 

He never thought that he would still be doing crime at seventeen but yet here he was, listening to Bricks demands and going out in the cold early in the morning just for chump change. 

Boomer heard the sliding doors open behind him and whipped his head towards the door as he kept his glowing fist at the man. He saw nothing but the door starting to close and he furrowed his brows. 

“When will you learn?” He let out a yell as he saw Bubbles sitting in front of him on the counter. She looked positively board and he watched as the man with the money dropped the cash bag and ran to the employees only door. 

“Fucking hell, what do you want?” He sneered. 

She rolled her eyes and placed her foot on his chest before kicking him with a strong force and causing him to fall into the postcard rack behind him. Of course the blow wasn’t even bad but he was annoyed she got that out of him. He jumped to his feet quickly, ready to start a fight and have this place go up in a blue light. 

He tried to come closer but she held her hand up signaling for him to stop. 

“You know you’re better than that.” Bubbles mumbled. “You’ve always been better.” Her voice just above a whisper.

His voice got caught in his throat as she put the money back into the register, causally ignoring him. He should have flown and kept the cash so that his brothers wouldn’t rip him a new one but he was frozen in place.

She looked tired. But in a way that she was hanging on by a single thread. There was this undeniable sadness that had washed away any part of joy and laughter. The girl he saw hours ago was not the same now, at least he thought. Her baby blue eyes were laced with heavy bags underneath them and even her face lost that angelic glow she constantly had. 

“Yeah right.” He spat. He didn’t have to listen to her lies, even if she did sound genuine. 

Bubbles looked around the store and noticed that they were the only ones around before picking up the fallen postcard rack. “You know Boomer, I’ve always been slightly envious of you.” She said.

His eyes widened as she kept placing the cards back.

“Envious of what?” He asked and his palm tightened to a fist.

She let out a small laugh. “How carefree you get to be. Super villains, well I don’t think you are one at least, they get to live peacefully. The only torment they receive is constantly being overshadowed and beaten by sunshine’s and rainbows.”

He scoffed and scraped is foot on the group before snatching a lollipop and shoving it into his mouth. He glared at her when she finally stood up and leaned against the counter. “Not always beaten by little girls.” 

“Of course not.” She giggled and this time he could see the soft glow in her eyes. “Then again, we aren’t little anymore.” She shrugged. 

“Now what?” Boomer questioned. “You got me, gonna take my ass to jail?” 

Bubbles thought for a moment and shook her head. It was a little odd to see her blonde curls not up in the infamous ponytails but instead hanging loose on her shoulders. 

“I don’t think so. I don’t see a reason to.” 

He raised a brow. “But I broke in and-”

“I can send you ass to jail.”

“No! Thats not-I’m just wondering on your reasoning.”

Bubbles walked back to the counter and plopped onto it before taking a lollipop for herself. “Do you ever get tired?” 

“Tired?” 

“Tired of being like this?” 

“Like what?” Boomer asked and when he looked at her, she was staring at her hands. “Oh, like that.” he frowned. 

Maybe it would be easier. Actually, it would be easier to not have these powers at times. He wouldn’t have to deal with the power struggle of good and evil or how he lived in his brothers shadows. he wouldn’t have to deal with mixed emotions about his purpose. But then again, he wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the chemical X. 

“Sometimes I guess. Why do you?” Boomer questioned. 

She fell silent for a second. “Sometimes.” Of course they felt the same, they were counterparts through and through, maybe she struggled with the same fears as he did? But he didn’t think he should ask. 

He looked at the time on his phone and saw that four am was coming up. He should get going. “Well its been really...something.” He spoke and pushed off the counter. “I guess I’ll see ya or not.” 

He began walking away, the cash register looked like it was untouched and the store was perfectly in place. He threw his lollipop stick in the trash and the double sliding doors opened to the cool air. 

“Boomer?” He stopped in his tracks and looked at her. She was still on the counter, eyes towards the lights. “I wasn’t lying when I said I was envious of you.” 

“Miss perfect is envious of a street rat?” He sounded disgusted with himself but when she met his eyes, she had an expression of pain as if his comment hurt her as well. 

Bubbles now joined him at the front. He never noticed how he was only an inch or two taller than her. Their eyes slightly unleveled but he could hear their heart beats go in sync. 

“But you get to be imperfect and do as you please. I think you have a lot more to you than you realize.” She sighed and reached into her pocket before handing him twenty dollars. “It’s all I have on me but I think it’s better than taking something from a family that means well. If anything, go for corrupt places or even the Morbucks.” She passed him and walked under the moonlight. 

Boomer looked at the crumpled up bill in his hand. He didn’t understand why she did that, she didn’t have to. He was a super villain..well, bad guy so to speak. And yet, someone who he has hated, maybe not hated, cared about his well being and could have easily left him in the dust. 

“Bubbles?” He called after her, not realizing she was already in the air. He jumped and floated up to her, meeting her eyes and she looked at him with wide eyes and pink cheeks. 

“Yeah?” 

He bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair. He suddenly became very nervous. “Do you think maybe, we could, uhh, be friends?” 

She blinked those baby blue eyes at him. He thought she was going to reject him. Spit on him or even punch him to the other side of town, the way rivals do. But instead she took his hand and gave him a smile that suddenly warmed his heart. 

“I would like that a lot.” She said. “I’ll see you later Boomer.” 

He offered a small smile but then let out a gasp as her lips touched his cheek quickly and when he opened his eyes, the bright blue streak was across the sky. His heart rate picked up and he found himself reaching up and touching the place her lips were just at. 

He didn’t truly know how to feel but in that moment there was a smile on his face and he felt calm and as if the world started to make a little more sense. 

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Hope I did the blues justice

[drabbleoclock]

Everything Changes P.2

Part 1

Alright here is part 2! I'm really liking how this is turning out! I think after this chapter it will be a lot more of Ahsaki figuring herself out and trying to figure out where she fits in the world. Anyway, enjoy!

“Are you ready?” Aizawa called to the two trainee heroes that had been with him through so much. “We could run into anything in there. Be on guard.”

“Don’t you think I already know to be on guard!” Bakugou yelled from behind his teacher, earning a glare from the man before they rushed into the building where a group of villains were said to be hiding.

Instead of villains they found a large room with only one thing in it: A long glass tube running from the middle of the floor, to the ceiling. This in itself is peculiar enough, but the thing that made even the pro hero stop was the girl floating around the middle of the tube. Her hair floating delicately around her face, her body suspended feet above the ground.

She looked like an angel floating there, the lights shining through her blonde hair creating an almost halo-like effect. She looked so peaceful, like she was a child taking a nap, her mouth slightly open, her chest moving a fraction of an inch each time she breathed in.

Aizawa had no idea how the girl was breathing, the liquid suspending her should be pouring into her lungs, drowning her, but there she floated, peacefully resting.

Bakugou recognized the girl immediately, after all it had always been him imagining what the girl would look like now. How she would act and what she would sound like. He was moving before his brain could catch up, his hands popping with small explosions as he went.

“Bakugo stop, we have no idea what this is.” Eraserhead said, turning to the computer a few feet away from where he stopped.

“Screw you,” The blonde bit back, as he moved toward the glass that was entrapping the one he said he would always protect. Bakugou hardly registered his teacher's scarf wrapping around his body. All he wanted was to hold her, tell her it was alright now, to save her. Desperation wracked his body as he started to struggle against the scarf.

“Kacchan, we need to think about this.” Midoriya called softly to his childhood bully, ignoring his own feelings for the moment, only thinking about how hard this must be for the boy he had grown so close to over the past year.

“Think about what! About how she is just floating there! How long! How long has she been there!? How long has she needed saving!” Both Eraserhead and Deku froze, never hearing desperation like this come from the blonde.

Eraser was knocked back to earth when he felt the boy pull harder around his scarf, just as the girl opened her eyes. Eraser had to pull his attention away from the computer to concentrate on making sure Bakugou didn't do anything stupid. Aizawa wondered who the girl could be, who could make the blonde act so out of character.

Bakugou fought harder, more desperate now than he had ever thought he would be. He felt his heart quicken as she contorted her face in pain. He never wanted her to feel bad again, never wanted to see her like this.

“Bakugou the longer you struggle the longer it will take to get her out.” Eraser called from next to the computer where he was trying to figure out how to get her out safely and keep the boy from blowing everything up.

The pro silently let out a breath as the blonde fell to his knees, Deku coming up behind him. Eraser did not care about them so much right now, he just needed to get the girl out. He went to the computer, trying to figure out how to release the girl, but as soon as he touched it, sirens started to blare throughout the room.

“What’s happening? Turn it off, you’ll kill her!” Bakugou screamed, panic engulfing him for the first time in a long time as he struggled to untangle himself from the scarf he was restrained by moments ago.

Before any of the men could do anything, vines erupted from the ground, the walls, any crack they could squeeze themselves through, to get to the girl.

To save her.

They quieted the alarms, and wrapped themselves around the heroes in the blink of an eye.

Bakugou, true to his character, tried to blast his way out, only succeeding in getting them to wrap around his throat, cutting off his air supply. He struggled, tears falling down his cheeks for the girl he needed to save, before falling unconscious and being laid down gently on the bed of vines that trapped him.

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Warmth.

That's what I felt when I gained consciousness again. An unfamiliar warmth that surrounded my hands. My eyes felt heavy as I tried to open them, with no success. I can hear faint breathing next to me.

I try to open my eyes again, fighting against the heaviness I feel holding my body down like a blanket.

“Ahsaki? Are you awake?” I hear the familiar voice say to the left of me. A sudden shift to my right makes me try to open my eyes again, or speak, or even just move. The only thing I’m able to do is make my fingers twitch, barely noticeable.

“Obviously not dumbass. I doubt she would be up this early. Are you stupid or something.” A rough, deep voice grumbles to my left, the heat around that hand increasing to an uncomfortable heat.

“Kacchan,-” the voice starts only to get cut off seconds later.

“Shut the hell up Deku. I’m not doing this with you.”

A sigh sounds to my left, and an unintelligible grumble comes from my right. I feel something soft hit my right hand. It feels like the cat I used to have when I was young.

Wait.

How do I remember that? Do I remember anything else?

My mind starts to race, trying to grab on to anything it could get its hands on.

Kacchan. The name is familiar in my mind. Why? Who is he?

The blonde boy. I don’t even realize my mind has made the connection at first. I’m not even sure if I’m right, but everything is telling me the blonde boy from the room, the one trying so desperately to get to me, is Kacchan. No, not Kacchan, that’s not his name. Katsuki. That’s it, but how do I know him? How does he know me? Why was he so desperate to save me? Why did I need saving?

My head gives a sharp stab of pain across my forehead making me wish I was still asleep. I feel the wetness of tears slipping through my closed eyes. Why I’m crying I'm not sure, but the boys next to me don’t seem to like it at all.

“What should we do?” A nervous voice pitches through the silence.

“How should I know? You’re the one that was good at comforting her!” There was silence for a few minutes before the gravelly voice of the blonde boy bit into the silence. “So comfort her dumbass!”

“R-Right!”

I feel the tears being wiped from my cheeks, and a hand goes to the top of my head, flattening my hair as he moves slowly and rhythmically. My breathing slowly steadies and the pain in my head suddenly doesn’t seem so bad. A slow tune floats into my ears as one of the boys begins to hum a familiar song.

My body suddenly seems to have all the energy it needs. I can feel myself waking up, really waking up, for the first time in what feels like forever.

I open my eyes slowly, blinded by the lights overhead, a white hot pain searing my head as I look up into the light. I bring my hands to my eyes, grimacing in pain.

“The lights Kacchan”

The world darkens around me as my hands are slowly brought back down to my sides by the green haired boy from before.

“Hey Ahsaki, do you remember me? From before?” He asks softly with a bright smile on his face, but still a sadness hidden behind it. I nod, really looking at the boy in front of me, trying to remember anything I can about him. It’s not much, I don’t remember anything about him before I saw him in that room, and now even that is fuzzy and teetering on the edges of my memory.

More pain erupts in my head as I curl up, a few stray tears falling down my cheeks. The boy, ‘Deku’, mutters comforting words as he pats my head again, trying to ease my pain.

“I’ll go get a doctor,” Katsuki said, his footsteps already receding out of the room.

Moments later a team of doctors came in ushering the boys from the room, saying they needed to check my vitals. The boys leave with little complaint, promising to be back as soon as they were allowed. Well, Deku said this, Kastuski just stood looking anywhere but in my direction.

The doctors were hasty about checking me over, grabbing my arms and putting things around them, flashing lights in my eyes, and putting a cold stethoscope to my chest.

After deciding I was physically fine the black haired man from before came into the room, his hands delicately holding a yellow folder.

“Hello, I’m glad to see you are doing well.” He says, his voice low and monotone. Not at all like Katsuki’s which was low and gravelly but always full of passion. “My name is Shota Aizawa, I’m here to do a risk assessment for the police. I’ll ask you a few questions, then we will see about letting those boys back in. How does that sound?”

I only nod in response.

“Great. What’s your name?”

“Ahsaki.”

“Last name?”

I stay silent, searching my mind but, as always, coming back empty handed. The pain must have shown on my face because Aizawa’s face softens as he asks his next question.

“Do you remember anything?”

I sat for a moment trying to collect my thoughts, there weren't many but there were some.

“Not anything solid. It’s mostly feelings. I know I knew those two boys, but I don’t remember how. And I know I used to have a cat, he was black and his fur was really soft, but nothing else.” I say, instantly regretting saying anything about the cat. It was a dumb detail that didn’t matter to the man before me, but it felt important.

I push back the tears that are making my vision blurry, wanting to hide from the man. Wanting more than anything for the boys to come back into the room. For Deku to run his fingers through my hair and hum to me again. My breathing picks up slightly as the man looks at me.

“Alright, well then the rest of my questions are pretty much useless. How about I tell you what I can about you.” He opens the folder in his hands taking the seat to my right. “You are the sister of Bakugou Katsuki, the angry one,” Angry one? I know he must be talking about the blonde boy but I don’t know if angry is the word I would use to describe him. “Your mother’s name is Mitsuki, and your father’s name is Masaru,” He hands me a family portrait of a woman with spiky blonde hair, the same color as mine, a softer looking man with brown hair, a younger version of the boy I knew to be Katsuki, and a young girl with blonde hair and red eyes and a smile burning so bright it made the rest of them smile too. I suppose this must be me. “You lived near the Shizuoka Prefecture, from what I can gather, you were close friends with Midoriya as well as Bakugou.” Midoriya, that’s the other boy, the name sounds unfamiliar in my head, like it could have been the name of anyone on the planet instead of someone that was supposed to be a good friend. Then all at once, memories started to trickle in. Not really memories, but snippets of them. I remember a sunset, sitting on a wall, my small heels kicking against it as I sat bored, a smile as a boy talked, gushed really, about a hero. A shot of the now familiar pain shoots through my head as the memories appear in my mind's eye but I don't mind this time, at least now I have something.

“Izuku” I say softly. “That’s his name right? Izuku?” I look up to the man with a small smile on both our faces. He nods continuing.

“About four years ago, you were at a park, do you remember?”

A park? No not a park, the park, the one near our house, the one with the creek.

“I remember a park, but I… I don’t remember.” I mumble, furrowing my eyebrows and trying to cling to the fading memory of swings.

“Four years ago, you were at that park and a man approached you. Apparently, Bakugou tried to fight him off, but you were taken. Do you remember anything after that?” He asked gently, handing me another picture.

Before I could concentrate on it yet another flash of pain made me shut my eyes against the light, the picture fluttering to the floor. The man was on his feet before my eyes were even shut all the way, pushing me back against the pillows on my bed.

“It’s alright, that’s enough for now. Do you want me to let visitors in?”

I just shut my eyes tighter, everything suddenly seemed too loud. The chatter of people in the hallway, the buzz of the lights overhead, the constant beep of the machine reading my heartrate, the constant tick of the clock on the wall. I start to panic as the beeping gets faster, not sure why it's affecting me so much. My brain is calm but my body is in panic mode at some unknown danger.

“I need you to try and take some deep breaths.” I can hear the man’s voice, now laced with worry, but it seems far away and muffled, not letting the words register in my mind. My breathing quickens as I put my hands over my ears, gripping them tightly, trying to block out any noise. In the distance I hear someone scream, making me panic even more.

I can’t even register why I’m freaking out, it's like it's the only thing my body will allow me to do. I try to control my breathing like the man suggested but it only makes me hiccup and choke over tears I didn’t even know were falling.

“Ahsaki! Please, you have to stop!” That voice, Izuku, the boy flashed through my mind, him sitting next to me on the wall, him and Katsuki in the creek, him petting my hair less than a hour ago. The memory seems to calm me enough to take a few deep breaths.

As soon as I exhaled a pair of arms were around me, forcing me into a sort of awkward side hug. I'm not sure who it was, but my eyes were suddenly open again, my breathing slowed and my hands were gently pulled from my ears.

“It’s alright kid, I’m not gonna let anything happen to you all right. So just relax and trust me!” I heard the now familiar, now comforting, voice of Katsuki. He pulls my hands down from my ears, settling them in my lap, and setting a warm hand on the top of my head.

I sit stunned, looking around the room. What was once a pristine hospital room, now looked like an overgrown greenhouse. Vines lined the walls and a variety of colorful flowers littered the room, petals falling from the overgrowth.

My eyes widen as my gaze falls to where Aizawa stood, now he is surrounded by vines up to his neck, Izuku not far from the door, vines rooting him to the spot.

“I-” I start but don’t know what to say. “Was that me?”

Katsuki’s grip on me tightened as Aizawa gave me an intense stare.

“Leave her alone, old man! She obviously didn’t mean too!” I now understood why Aizawa called him ‘the angry one’, you could feel the anger coming off of him as he stared down the man, daring him to try anything.

“Undo it.” The man commanded, a totally different tone to the gentle one he used before. I sit up a little straighter, taking a few shaky breaths, trying to will the plants back but nothing happens.

I close my eyes, trying not to feel the stares of Aizawa and Izuku. I try again only to have pain shoot up the back of my neck, spreading across my head.

“It’s alright Ah-san, if it hurts stop. They can figure out another way to get out.” Kacchan says, daring one of the others to oppose him.

“It’s my fault, I have to try again.” I say, hating myself as more tears well in my eyes, both from pain and embarrassment.

“You obviously can’t control it, it’s alright, we're fine.” Izuku’s voice brings me back from my self-deprecating pit. I look up to see him with a big smile, as always, but there is a light behind his eyes. There is no longer that deep sadness hiding behind them.

“Listen to the idiot and just try and relax.” Katsuki commands from next to me, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling me back into his side. I let myself relax into him, closing my eyes and trying to forget the look of fear and anger Aizawa gave me moments ago.

A soft rustling enters my ears and I open my eyes to see Aizawa and Izuku both free from their plant prisons. Aizawa locks eyes with me, sighs, and walks out the door without another word.

“Sorry” I mutter, looking down at my hands.

“Don’t worry about it! Seriously, look at me, I'm fine. And obviously Aizawa Sensei is fine too, so really no harm done. And look at how cool this is! You have a really amazing quirk now. I remember when we were kids and you could only make little flowers and we would see how many we could stick in Kacchan’s hair before he tried to beat us up.” Izuku burst out, laughing at the memory. I smile at him wishing with everything that I could get just a glimpse of the childhood he was talking about.

“You two were really freaking annoying.” Katsuki grunts from beside me on the bed. I give a small chuckle and put my head against his shoulder, letting my eyes close. Taking in the peaceful quiet around me. The vines seemed to have covered everything that was bothering me before, the lights were partially covered, dimming the room, the clock and heart rate machine completely encased in vines, making them silent. The only thing that was still loud was the commotion I caused in the hallway, doctors and nurses starting to chip away at the vines trailing into the hallway, but that was manageable now. It seemed like anything was manageable with these two around me.

I look at my side and grab a small orange flower, placing it delicately into the blonde’s hair.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He asked, venom lacing his voice. Somehow I knew this was not the same kind of anger from before, with Aizawa, it was… nicer. It confused me, I knew he meant nothing malicious by the words or his tone, but I’m not sure how I knew.

“I think it looks pretty.” I mutter looking up at the boy, letting my eyes close again as he placed a red flower behind my ear, pinning my hair there. I smile, letting unconsciousness wash over me.

[daddysfangirls-marvel]

Shinso’s bestfriend

Request 

Summary:  Hi can a request a Shinso x reader, where she has a quirk that allows her to fly and she control natural wind (can’t create her own). Maybe she’s reckless and sees good in everyone. She’s with class 1-a and takes interest in him after the sports festival. Maybe Shinso teams up with the squad to help get her back during the Bakugo Rescue. He can see her try to reason with Shigaraki that he can be good and get hurt as result, maybe when she’s safe a fluff filled confession? Thank you babe XO

Warning: fluff, angst, language

"That was amazing," she said as she watched him exit the infirmary she was leaning against the wall. He scoffed at her and turned his back towards her walking away. "Really with a quirk like that... Don't tell Midoriya, but you should have won." He stopped turning around. She began to speak again, but he used his quirk.

"Tell me what you really think of me."

"I like you're quirk and think you're amazing. Although you lack physical strength, one day, you will be an amazing hero."

Shinso didn't know what to say or do he was speechless. No one really believed in him, but this girl knew nothing about him besides what she saw today and that one time in the hall. And she thought he could do it and he for the first time ever actually believed someone. He believed her.

When she finally snapped out of it, he was long gone. It was when her fight was announced that he learned her name. (Y/n) (L/n).

After the sports festival, Shinso continued to see (Y/n), and the two became friends, although Shinso would never say that out loud. They spent more time together outside of school away from everyone else. The two eventually became best friends. Shinso genuinely enjoyed his time with her giving any time that wasn't in training or focused on school to her.

"Hey," (Y/n) said, pulling Shinso from his thoughts, she handed him his ice cream, "where did you go?"

"Got lost," he said as she sat next to him on the beach with her ice cream.

"I'm happy to have found you." she giggled.

The two sat in silence. Usually, the silence made him uncomfortable as it often came when people were scared of him and his quirk. But with (Y/n) it was comfortable and content, her simple present always put him in a state of peace.

As the sun began to set, Shinso turned to her, knowing she'd like some sappy stuff like this but found her sleeping peacefully next to him. She had managed to curl herself into him without realizing it.

Sitting back on his elbows looking down at her, he couldn't help but reach forward gently touch her cheek, almost like he was afraid of touching her like she was so fragile and could fall apart with a simple touch as if she wasn't real. He held his breath as she moved in her sleep, pushing her face into his hand. Opening her eyes slightly, she rolled over on to his shoulder, hesitantly he lays back and wraps his arms around her waist.

He couldn't explain this feeling. It felt so good to have her in his arms brought a blissful pleasure he could not describe.

A couple nearby walked passed the two and whispered, "Aw, they look so cute together. Young love."

Love. He was in love. My god, he was in love with his best friend. -

He didn't tell her about his newfound feelings, and he continued to act normal even though he was viewing her in a new light now. Or at least he thought he was.

"Hey, are you okay?" He looked at her confused, "You've been looking at me weird. What is it?"

"That's the dress. It looks good on you. But do you think you'll need one for training camp."

"No, but I thought it looked cute. Can't I buy something cute?"

"You can. Sorry, I just assumed we were shopping for your summer training camp."

"Are you still upset with me? I can't blow off training camp; I need it." (Y/n) said, "And you need to train too. We should use our time apart to get stronger."

"I'm just worried is all. Bad feelings."

"Don't stress, you'll get lines" she said, smoothing out the lines on his forehead until he relaxes. She leaned down foreheads touching "I'll change back and buy this, and then we'll go get lunch. How does that sound?" he leaned forward, their lips barely touching. He pulled away.

"That sounds good." - Now looking back, he wishes he'd taken that kiss then and there. Now looking at the tv, he wished she had stayed home, but she went camping, and she didn't come back. The villains took her snatched up in the dark without anyone noticing. It wasn't until they tried to account for everyone afterward that they noticed she too was gone with Bakugo.

How could they be so blinded? How could they leave her? How could they not see?

- (Y/n) was a good person. Everyone knew this. Everyone saw this. She saw the good in everyone she thought of everyone as a good person, even those who weren't, and she always tried to help everyone and pull the good out of everyone. And with him, she did manage to pull the good out of him, and she did with most people. But not with this guy never with this guy.

Bakugo yelled out as Shigaraki reached forward to (y/n) she was smiling happily at him tilting her head in the cute she always did when she was sad and tired to hide it. He placed four fingers on her cheek and tilted her head down. Shigaraki chuckled "so naive" his four fingers slide down her neck and on to her chest "to think you could change me "He placed all five fingers on her chest and pushed.

(Y/n) watched as her shirt fell to ash, and her skin began to crack and peel. She gasped, trying to step back, but he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in between his legs pressing his palm flat on her chest as more of her skin fell away. In her moment of panic, she couldn't even scream just gasping and trying to pull away.

"now, now, where are you going? I thought you wanted to help me?" he teased as more skin started to peel and fall apart half her chest gone and her shirt becoming more of a jacket than anything else.

Bakugo screamed and thrashed as he watched (Y/n) fall limp in his arms and fell to the floor unconscious. He pulled at the chains trying to break free, but nothing happened. Even the others standing to the side found the scene distasteful the boys screams also pulled at their hearts strings as the girl's words managed to touch even them. She was trying to help. - "I'm coming with you" Everyone turned to find Shinso.

They didn't know about him besides the fact that he was in general education, had a brainwashing quirk, and was (Y/n) 's best friends. He had come to the hospital asking questions about (Y/n) asking who was with her before she disappeared, what happened, who took her. Unfortunately, no one had answers because no one was with her last she was alone, and no one noticed she was gone until someone did a headcount. Her missing had gone unnoticed. And that angered him.

"you're going to save them. I'm coming with you."

"Listen-"

"No. You shit heads didn't even notice she was gone. What's to say you won't do it again, take up the blonde dick and leave her behind?"

"We would never..." Midoriya went still as Shinso's quirk took over

"Shut up. I'm going to save her with or without. We can work together or not, and it would be more beneficial together. But I'm going either way." Shinso released Midoriya and turned to walk away from the others soon after followed him.

They stood shaking in complete terror fear coming over them—the shear power they didn't know what to do. There was nothing they could do. They were so helpless, helpless children in the middle of an epic battle. A blood battle that had just begun and already had many casualties how fortunate for them to survive. Even if they did survive at that moment, they all imagined their death.

Shinso was brought back to reality when hear Bakugo shouting (Y/n) 's name—looking through a hole in the barely standing wall. And he saw. Bakugo was standing in the middle of the wreckage holding (Y/n) 's limp body to his chest. As Shinso went to move, Iida grabbed the front of his shirt along with Midoriya's holding them back and stopped them from making any risky decisions.

"We have to do something. We have to save (y/n)," Shinso said, trying to pull away from Iida, but he pushed him harder.

"Stop, there is nothing we can do."

"wait," Midoriya said, "I have a plan." - The rescue was successful. The plan had worked amazingly. Bakugo flew out of the wreckage with (Y/n) in his arms. Of course, with the amount of explosive Bakugo released, she received a bit of ear damage, but she was alive, and that's all that mattered. Now she was in the hospital recovering.

Shinso knocked on the door frame.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

"Can't I come to see my best friend?"

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry I didn't expect anyone today. The nurse said no visitors today."

"You can say I persuaded her"

She smiled, shaking her head. She pulls the blankets up to her chest. "Um...a lot happened. I heard you helped save me. Thank you"

"Always"

(Y/n) tried to small her bottom lip quivering. Shinso reached forward, taking her hand and squeezing it gently. "Why? Why are you always here? Always by my side, I knew it must get annoying, frustrating. This cheerful stupid girl always by your side."

"No, I like it. It's a change of pace from my gloomy life. You bring color to everything."

"Yeah right-"

"I love you, I love you and... "He got up and began to leave.

"No, please don't go" He turned around to see her trying to get out of bed. He quickly rushed to her side and pushed her back on to the bed. "Please stay."

"You don't have to say anything back. I'm not expecting anything from you."

"I love you too. Have for quite a while. I liked you since we first met, and it grew from there."

"I don't know when I fell in love with you." Shinso said, "But I remember when I realized it. It was that day on the beach when You fell asleep in my chest. The weird feelings started, and I was looking down at you, and I thought you looked so beautiful and ... I just... I could imagine my entire future with you... Is that weird?"

(Y/n) giggled "no, it's not. It's beautiful. Thank you"

"Why are you thanking me?"

"For putting up with me?"

"I mean, you are a hand full. Don't worry. You can just use the rest of your life to make it up to me."

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Summer of Whump #26: Drugging

Villain squirmed in agony on Hero's white bed. The effort seemed to drain the little energy he had left because he slumped into the bed, exhausted and defeated.

"I-uh," Hero stammered, looking deep into Villain's brown eyes. At first glance, they seem black like a void that one may compare to Villain's heart. But when you look closer, they have golden flecks in the iris and seem to be some sort of ombre. If you analyze them even further, you may start to notice the green stripes that are evenly placed to give them a look of earthly bliss.

Apart from their absolute gorgeousness and long eyelashes, Villain's eyes held an array of emotion. Fear,anticipation, and even a smudge of relief. Or, maybe Hero was mistaking emotions for pain.

Villain's eyes were normally an expanse of an emotionless universe. They held no remorse or guilt whenever he murdered someone. They didn't seem to give off any feeling when he laid a punch on Hero's face, so why was there emotion now? There couldn't be.

Hero watched those eyes frantically dart around. He was scared- terrified actually. It seemed almost unnatural.

An emotion in those eyes flickered and Hero only had a split second to wonder what when a hand grappled at her throat.

"Villain," Hero wheezed and tried to fight back, but Villain was much stronger, especially when he felt threatened.

"Stop," Hero pleaded as her hands went instinctively to her neck. "Villain knock it off."

Oddly enough, Hero's air supply was not cut off too much. Sure, it was quite annoying to not be able to draw in a dull breath, but he wasn't choking her. The expression on his abnormally pale face, however, suggested that he was indeed trying.

Hero glanced over at the nightstand. On it was her first aid kit and in it was a sedative. She inched towards the nightstand, all while Villain held on to her.

"Stop moving," the weak words that came out of Villain's mouth startled her. She almost dropped the syringe on the ground.

"Wha' you d-doing?" Villain breathed. His voice slightly rose in pitch as he squeaked, "Hero."

Hero's gaze softened, or she felt it soften. The look of terror in Villain's eyes was hard to miss, but the sound of fear in his voice was even harder to erase from her memory.

"I'm sorry Villain, but I have to take care of you," Hero gently removed the hands from her neck. Immediately, Villain jumped backwards and fell off the bed with a thud.

Hero sighed and walked around to see the tangled mess of limbs huddled in a corner.

"Don't touch me," Villain spat, glaring daggers at Hero. She stiffened. Villain was still dangerous, even hurt. With the newfound adrenaline coursing through his veins, erasing any previous tiredness, he was even deadly.

This was totally necessary for her to do, for him.

For him, she told herself, but deep down she kenw that it wasn't the case.

She blocked those thoughts and approached Villain.

"You are going to like this," she promised, but the words sounded cheesy. Nevertheless she continued, "It will take away your pain."

"You are gonna hurt me," Villain cried, crunching up his legs. Hero ignored his obvious response of begging and quickly grabbed his wrist.

"Stop!" Tears were flowing now. Hero looked away and placed the needle at his vein as he tugged. She slipped it in and emptied the contents.

Instantly, Hero threw the syringe back and wrapped Villain into her arms.

"Stop! Stop!" Villain yelled, trying to push Hero away, but his struggles were weakening as the drug sapped at his consciousness.

"Shh," Hero soothed, rubbing circles into the back of his head. "Relax, just relax."

Villain did the complete opposite. He pushed at Hero with all of his might, but it amounted to nothing. Soon, he slumped forward, completely limp in her arms.

Hero bandaged all of Villain's wounds and stitched up the bad ones as he slept peacefully. Every once and a while, he would moan and curled in his fingers, but then he would go silent and his fingers would stop moving.

Hero ran her hand through his mass of hair with a sigh as the villain slept off the drug. Her hand then went to his and she held it, rubbing little circles.

"Mm," Villain groaned and squeezed back. A reflex, perhaps a defensive one or just a response to comfort.

Hero didn't know.