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lord-explosion-baku · 6 years

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Dancing’s Not A Crime (Unless You Do It Without Me) pt. 9

Pairings: Bakugou x fem!reader, Todoroki x fem!reader

You flirt and tease with a certain hotheaded classmate of yours without realizing how far it has escalated and someone gets a little jealous.

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST, fluff

A/n: this is the one where Aizawa is a good dad. Sorry I haven’t updated in awhile. I got stuck in a moody spiral and writing the angst was tough. Some could say I could’ve attempted to write the next chapter before I finally finished this one. But I am not a wise Meeps. Thanks for being patient. I am a ghoul.

Part 8.

You held two dolls in your hand. The one who looked more similar to you was the hero of the story in your head. She was the prettiest, the best at everything, and she was going to fight all your other dolls who thought they could shut her down and steal her light.

You crashed the two dolls together, causing the other doll, the villain of your story, to fly through the air and crash into your closet, the jail where you kept your other villain dolls. You smiled. Another triumphant battle. You wanted to share your new story. “Mater*,” you called. No answer. It didn’t always work. You were just getting used to saying the other words for the names of things you had known already. You tried again. Nothing. You huffed. You crept down the hall towards the kitchen where you heard the clanking of a pan and soft humming. She was cooking.

She wore a long lily white dress that twirled around her feet as she spun around to season the food she had on the island. She looked at you and gave you a sweet smile. “I thought I heard a buzzing in my ear.”

“I made a new story,” you said tugging on the fabric of her dress.

“Did you? Oh, I would love to hear it but I’m prepping for dinner right now. Why don’t you set the table, for me?” You let out a whine. “Do you want me to sing for you, pumpkin?” Your little heart was conflicted. Your mother’s voice was the best voice. Her singing was enchanting. But you didn’t like the feeling you got when she did. You didn’t like not being able to control your actions.

Before you could respond, your mother’s ruby red lips parted and a soft melody followed out. You were compelled to take the plates and silverware into your hands and bring them to your dining room table, though you did it slowly and with a scowl, alerting your mother of your reluctance.

The lock to the front door turned and a tall cloaked man towered in, sighing to himself. White teeth shown through a shadowed face when he saw you. You mother stopped her singing and you ran to her hiding behind her dress before the man came in to the kitchen.

“And here I was thinking you’d never return,” your mother joked before pulling the man into a kiss.

“Death himself couldn’t keep me away from you, my love.” The man laughed into your mother’s hair. He leaned down to you and spoke softly. “How have you been, monkey?”

Your grip on the fabric tightened as you hid your head into your mother’s gown. You heard your mother sigh before singing softly to you and you let go of her dress and bowed your head before the man. “She’s been getting stronger, I almost couldn’t stop myself from going to her when she called me,” said your mother, almost warningly.

“That’s great news!” The man beamed, taking his good off. There he is, you thought as you smiled up at the man you now recognized. He was your friend, your adventure buddy, your father.

“Daddy!” You cried running to him. He swept you off your feet and into his arms.

“There’s my little girl!” He smiled, touching his finger to your nose. “Have you been working on your quirk?”

“Nope!” You laughed at him as he rustled your head. “I’ve been fighting bad guys with my dolls!”

“I’m so proud of my brave little string bean! What do you do with those rotten bad guys?”

You furrowed your brow in a mock angry expression. “I damn them to hell!” You yelled with a fist in the air. You mother sighed, continuing her cooking.

“Monkey, those are some serious words right there. Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider them? You have to be careful with that magic mouth of yours.”

“I throw them in jail!” Both of your triumphant fists were thrown in the air and your father took the opportunity to tickle you. You giggled uncontrollably and he put you down back to the floor.

Your mother hummed as she chopped raw vegetables. “You should know,” she began cutting deeply into some carrots, “we have a dog now.”

“A dog...” your father was combing your mother’s long h/c locks. “I don’t remember making that decision as a family.”

“It wasn’t my decision.” As if on cue, a fuzzy little thing shot through your father’s legs and bit into your mother’s dress.

“Oh my god is that-“

“Speckle!” You screamed gleefully at your stuffed animal that was hanging on to your mother with all his might. “Come here!” The dog pranced into your arms and gave your cheek a fluffy kiss.

“He eats gum drops and jelly beans. And he poops out... gum drops and jellybeans. And continues to eat those,” your mother was not amused by the whimsical things she was telling your father.

He crouched down to your level giving your creation a pat on the hand. Speckle returned the affection my nipping your father’s hands. “We’ve made something truly spectacular, haven’t we, Kira?”

You shot up in bed, cold and sweaty. You grumbled when you saw the time. 3:18 AM. You feet met the cold of the hardwood floor in your bedroom. How could you go back to sleep after that?

You made your way down the hall towards the kitchen, wanting to fetch a glass of water, but you paused when you saw Aizawa with his hair pulled back, sitting in the couch grading, very awake, grading papers. “Couldn’t sleep?” He asked his eyes never tearing away from the essay he had.

You sat down next to him and hugged a couch pillow to your chest. “I could,” you whispered peering over his shoulder, trying to see the red marks he left on the page.

“I don’t think so,” he pushed another couch pillow into your face. You weren’t allowed to see him be a teacher at home.

You pulled the pillow out of your face. “I had a... dream,” you sighed, bringing a warm hand to your face, “about... them.”

Aizawa put his pen down. Still he didn’t look at you. “Bad or good?”

You still heard the sound of her singing. “Does it matter?” Your voice cracked. You couldn’t help it. Any dream with them in it was a bad one.

“Hey,” he said, placing the graded papers onto the side table. “Hey,” he said again putting a hand on your shaking arms. You shook your head, tears were now streaming from your face.

“It’s like I could smell- I knew they were bad but they still- he still-“ you were blubbering.

Aizawa was now holding you, cradling you as you sobbed into his neck. He pet your hair shushing you.

“He loved me, Aizawa. Why wasn’t that enough? Why wasn’t I enough?”

Aizawa kissed at your hair. “You are enough. You will always be enough. They were sick, Y/n. You know that. Everyone has their... motives for being who they are bu they were militant in their ways. Nothing could have stopped them. That’s not on you.” He has you hugged tightly to him.

You wiped your tears and snot on him. An occurrence he was used to. You looked up into his kind, sleepy eyes. “What if I end up exactly like them?”

“Then I’ll have to take you in,” he said as a crazy smile spread across his cheeks. You hit him. He chuckled. “you’re not going to be like them if you don’t wish to be like them. Hell, I’m nothing like your grandparents.” You smiled at his mention of ‘grandparents.’ You didn’t often question whether Aizawa was really your family but you were in a fragile state. “And you wouldn’t be enrolled in a hero academy if you didn’t want to be hero.”

That was true. Aizawa made sure that you were sure about wanting to pursue this path. Still you were nervous. “What if I can’t help it? What if I use my quirk, the dark side of it, too much one day and I snap?”

“You have to practice self control. But you can’t keep that part of you under wraps. You have to learn to control it before it controls you. But I’m never going to let anything bad like that happen to you, understand?” You gulped. “Let me bring you a glass of water and- don’t look at those papers.”

“Can I at least check to see if you’re being nice to me?” You called as he shuffled around in the kitchen.

“No.”

You shifted your weight. You figured this was a good a time as ever to let them know about your sorry news.

When he placed a cold glass of ice water in your hand you took a deep breath and told him “I have a date. This Friday. With Bakugou.”

His silence killed you. He pulled out his phone and sent a text. To who? You didn’t know. His sipped his own water. You knew he heard you. He liked to make you sweat when it came to things like this. Finally he asked, “is he coming here?”

Gah. “Well, we’re going to his place,” Aizawa frowned, “but I told him that he needs to pick me up and- ... meet my dad.”

He sipped his water some more. “Good,” he said and scrolled through a shopping website. “And you and Todoroki...?”

Gah! You groaned. “Can we not open this can of worms?”

“That’s fine by me. Mic owes me about a thousand yen.” You groaned again. Leaning over his shoulder you saw that we was shopping for a fly swatter.

Part 10

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mscharliescott · 5 years

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If things had been different..

"Charlotte? What's wrong?" She looked up at her mother and she scowled. Nancy knew she hated being called Charlotte. She preferred Charlie. She didn't know how to answer her mother. "You don't seem yourself." The truth was she hadn't seemed herself since she was eight and here she was fifteen. That's a long time to not be yourself isn't it? She shook the thoughts from her head and just as she was about to speak her seventeen year old sister did. "Maybe she's just tired. If you stop harassing her then maybe she'd be back to herself." She saw Delilah shoot her a small smile which she returned. "That doesn't make any sense. Charlotte are you---" She never got to finish her sentence because Charlie got up from the dining room table and she ran to the nearest bathroom. Before she really realized what had happened she was throwing up. A few moments of being in the bathroom and she heard a knock.

"Just a minute!" She managed to get out. "It's me Char.." She heard her sister's voice and she cleaned herself up. She wasn't sure if her mother was there too and if she was she didn't want to give her anymore questions. She opened the door and she looked at her older sister. "I don't feel well. Can I sleep in your room?" She heard her mother come up. "That won't be necessary. You have your own room and your own bed." Before her mother could continue Delilah helped her get upstairs and she took her straight to her room. "Thank you." Charlie smiled lightly as she was put into the smaller bed mostly used for when Delilah had company or for times like this. "I got you." Was the last thing she remembered Delilah saying before she slowly drifted off to sleep not knowing exactly what was wrong with her. She hoped to find out the following day.

Waking up the following day she was back in her own room. She was confused as hell but she didn't have time to make sense of it. Before she could fully wake up she felt sick. She got up and made her way to the bathroom between her room and Delilah's and within moments she was getting sick. Luckily she'd shut and locked the door just before she fell to her knees in front of the toilet. At least she'd made it. That was something she'd cared for. The last thing she needed was to have to clean up a mess before school. Once she was sure she was done she started the shower and within a few moments she was standing underneath the water. She stood there for what felt like hours but in no time she could hear Delilah banging on the door. She scowled under the water but she finished up and shut the water off.

A few moments later she was wrapped in one towel with another around her head. Quickly she made her way out of the bathroom. "It's all yours." She headed back to her room and she got dressed as quickly as possible. Just as she was finishing with her boots he came in without even knocking. "You're dressed already?" he asked. Arching a brow she didn't even look up. "I have school." She moved to stand and he caught her arm. "No you don't. Your mom is gone to work and your sister can drive alone." She pulled her arm free and without looking at him she sighed. "I have two tests today and an exam to study for. I have to go." She grabbed her bag and she headed for Delilah's room almost knocking her over as she came out. "I was just about to come get you." Delilah looked up at their stepdad before looking at Charlie. "Are you ready?" Charlie nodded.

"I can take her to school." he answered. Charlotte grabbed Delilah's hand and she pulled her sister down the stairs. "That won't be necessary." She called back. The two of them went out and got into the car they shared. "Don't even worry about your seat belt. Let's go." Once they were away from the house she sighed. "Can you go into the drugstore for me? It's for class but I don't want mom thinking it's for something else but I need a pregnancy test." Delilah gave her a dirty look but she pulled into the parking lot and walked in. When she finally came out she had two different kinds. "You never specified so I got two kinds." she sighed. "Thank you." She took the tests and put them in her bag. "Coffee?" she asked. She knew she wouldn't have to ask her sister twice. Once they got there she didn't want one. She wasn't in the mood for one even though that was unusual.

Once at school she saw a few friends on her way to the bathroom. Once inside she locked herself into a stall where she took both tests. She waited the three minutes and she nearly fell over. They both came back positive. "Fucking hell..." She put them in her bag in a bag and she walked out of the bathroom like nothing happened. She went about her day like nothing happened and she asked her sister for some money. She would pay her back but it was enough to get a one way bus ticket to New York and some snacks for the trip. She knew that it wouldn't take long for her mother to figure out she was pregnant so she bought the ticket for the Friday evening. She'd get to spend a few more days with her sister and she'd have enough time to figure out what she wanted to take with her. She just wanted to tie up a few loose ends.

When Friday afternoon came Delilah wanted to break free to go with her friends Charlotte said no. Charlotte begged and convinced Delilah to stay. She told their mother they were going to dinner and a movie. A sister bonding experience. And then Charlotte was being dropped off at a friends. It took a little convincing but the girls were teenagers so eventually Nancy told them to have fun. Charlotte put her stuff in the trunk of the car that morning after their mom and stepdad had gone to work. She'd even saved her sister's phone number in a burner phone and put the info in Delilah's phone when she wasn't paying attention. She labeled herself as homework buddy #3. Once they left they did go get food but that's when she sprang it on her. "Hey Delilah. I have something major to tell you." She bit down on her lower lip while they sat in the car after eating.

"I'm going to New York. Tonight. I found our dad. He's alive and well and as far as he knew we didn't want him in our lives." She paused. "And I have to go. I can't wait." She bit down on her lower lip. "Why can't you wait?" She looked at Delilah. "Your niece or nephew." she admitted. Delilah arched a brow. "Look. I don't have a boyfriend or anything. The baby's father is someone you know." she added. "Who the hell is it?" She could tell Delilah thought it may be one of her friends. "It's not one of your friends if that's what you're thinking." She bit down on her lower lip. "He lives with us." It didn't take Delilah but a few moments before she was hugging her sister. "Don't tell them you know. Just. When they ask why I'm not coming home tomorrow say you don't know. I'll be in touch. Just say you dropped me off at Sami's house. I'll be fine." They hugged again.

They made it to the bus station and Delilah gave Charlotte some spending money. "Let me know when you make it. I love you." They hugged and Charlotte boarded her bus. She found a seat with her bags and she sat comfortably. Another thing Delilah got her on the way was a neck pillow. As the bus pulled away she waved to her sister and she put ear buds in with music. She left her old phone behind. She had the contacts she wanted in the burner. She also managed to get her sister's old iPod and she downloaded a ton of music and some games to play offline. While they were out she bought two chargers and she had two already so hopefully she'd be able to stay charged with the iPod and the burner phone. She managed to text her sister a good bit while on the way to New York and she found out that her mom and step dad were going crazy looking for her and Delilah was pretending to be distraught.

She had to admit that made her feel better. She also had to admit she hoped they didn't get what was going on out of Delilah until she was safe with their father. Once she made it to New York the first thing she did was go find a real meal. Then she headed to find her father. That took a little longer than she expected mostly because she was lost. Once she finally found her way finding him was easy. When she saw him she knew immediately that it was him. "Hi. Are you Gabriel James?" she asked just to be sure. Once he'd answered she smiled a little. She'd barely thrown up the whole trip but she'd managed to get medication before she left for that and she was running low on it now. She bit down on her lower lip and she sighed. "My name is Charlotte Eloise Scott. It used to be James. I'm your daughter." She could tell he looked dumbfounded so she continued. "I know I'm not eighteen yet but can I stay with you?" she asked. "I need somewhere safe to be." she added before showing him the pregnancy test. "I'll tell you everything if I have to. I just need to be safe first." she finally finished.

#what if task #muse week #cj muse week

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