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ac3id · 4 years

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Redamancy. iii

Redamancy (n.) The act of loving in return.

pairings: mirio togata x female reader

warnings: 18+, noncon, yandere themes, breeding kink n mirio is a scumbag.

a/n: ahaha im reposting this cus algorithm was effed the first time i posted. ehehehe or maybe im just unlucky-- n e way this will be the last of redamany!!

word count: 1950

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Mirio's gaze turned to you, sky blue eyes stared at how you sipped on your drink. Your glossy, pink stained lips puckered around the straw. Was that a new shade? You had never put something like that on before. Probably tasted like strawberries or cherries, "Mirio!" your voice drove him out his thoughts. You stood in front of him, your hands at your hip, "What are you thinking about?" Mirio felt his cheeks heat up.

'I was thinking about you sucking my dick, do you mind?'

"Nothing, we should get going. Lunch's bout' to get over soon." He grabs your wrist and pulls you towards the school building, you almost trip over your feet, "Hey! Slow down!" You bump into his chest which was hard as rock making your head sting a little, "You're a klutz," he laughs. "It's your fault!" you retort, he pats your head and continues laughing. He takes a good look at you, drinking your uniform clad body. The short skirt displaying your plush thighs. His mind melts away in sinful thoughts, thinking about all what he can do to you. He once again realizes how much smaller you are compared to him. His entire hand can literally cover your face, he can easily pick you and throw you over his shoulder.

What is stopping him? Seriously?

His smile drops when he catches you staring at him. The guy he beat up months ago and threatened to stay out of your life. You were staring at him chatting away, giggling with some nameless girl. He studied your sully expression, your eyes looked sad, and lip turned into a sad pout; he could tell you were upset and that pissed him off. Why did you still think about him? Why did you still care about that jerk? Didn't you move on yet?

Mirio felt himself get riled up from the same rage he had felt the first time he had seen you with this man. The frustration, anger, and jealousy all came surging back to him as he realized that you obviously did not feel the same way about him as he did about you. Maybe he'll have to do more than just be nice to get you to understand he's the one for you, the one and only.

He would show you who you belong to. You will get what is coming.

"Hey, what's wrong? You coming?" His hand rested on your shoulder, he gripped on it a little tighter.

Mirio walked into an empty classroom which echoed soft sobs and sniffles. You sat on your seat, your head resting on the desk as you cried. Mirio's face paled and he rushed to you, wrapping his arms around you pulling your upper half to his chest he rubbed your head. "It's okay now, I am here," he whispered into your ear, shushing you. "What happened?" he asked after you had calmed down.

"Why are you still here?"

"I came to get you, now, what happened?" you gulped before answering, feeling the lump in your throat rise as your voice cracked. "Why?"

Mirio was confused, what were you on about? "Am I not good enough? Why did he leave me?" tears roll down your cheeks, lip trembling your breathing turns uneven. Mirio frowns, his hands clenching into an fist he pulls away from the hug.

You were thinking about him, obviously. He moves in front of you grabbing your jaw, his big fingers squish your tiny cheeks. Your eyes widened in horror as he pulls your face closer to him, his elbows resting on the desk separating the two. He looks down at you, his eyes bored into yours with malice, "Mirio you're-" "Shut the fuck up." he snapped.

"You want to know why he left you? Why did your precious little pretty boy leave you?" you were too scared to answer, you didn't get to anyways since he blurted the out the answer in burning rage "Because. I fucking told him to stay away from you. Got it?" Your eyebrows knit together and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, in a blink on eye he had become so different. He had snapped, you felt betrayed. The Mirio you knew would never be this rough with you, but maybe you were to blame. Deep down you knew. You were very much aware. Mirio liked you even after your breakup but you never asked, thinking it was better that way but not in a million years did you ever think that Mirio would snap and come for your soul.

"I fucking beat him up. You know why I did that?" he asked again. His voice was menacing, he was shouting at you and you were scared. "Answer me! You fucking ungrateful bitch!" You flinched and started whimpering, a weak no left your trembling lips, "It's because you're mine." he spat, he waited for you to say something but you were still trying to process his words. It was a lot to take in, you couldn't believe that Mirio would ever do something like that. You wanted to think this was a joke but no, he was dead serious.

The ray of sunshine, the great hero to be, Mirio Togata was a scumbag, no. He was worse.

You started releasing the situation you were in, there was no doubt, he wouldn't hesitate to hurt you too. The flight or fight instinct kicked in and you tried to free your face from his grasp. After successfully freeing yourself from his chains you got up from the desk and made a run for the door. Mirio stared at you in disbelief, his eyes wide and lips curled upwards he internally laughed at your foolishness. Wasting no time, he quickly got behind you capturing your wrist and pulling you back to his chest. A large hand wrapped around your waist, keeping you securely pinned to his torso.

You were so stupid. Did you seriously think you could get away from him? He is twice your size.

"Where are you going?" he pulled both your hands behind your back and held them there with one hand, the other snaked down under your skirt, "Mirio don't do this. I won't tell anyone. Please let me go." you begged your voice shaky as big, fat teardrops rolled down your cheek. "What will you tell them? They won't believe you and besides," his fingers inched towards your core, you squirmed and wailed. His fingers rubbed against your clothed slit, pressing against your clit sending shameful jolts of pleasure throughout your body. "I will scream," you whispered before breaking into soft sobs. He was going to rape you in your own classroom and there was nothing you could do against it. With no quirk to protect yourself, you knew physically overpowering him was a dream. You just prayed that he would leave you.

"You're gonna' scream?" he scoffed, his tone was cocky- ridiculing you. "Go ahead, scream," his fingers rubbed harder against your clothed cunt as he waited for you to scream. The scream never came and Mirio started, "You're getting wet down here, you know. You like this?" pushing away your panties to the side, he let his finger graze over your sensitive folds a content sigh following right after. "You're really wet. I think I can just slide it in."

He dipped two of his fingers into your cunt while rubbing your clit with his thumb. "What do you want?" you cried as his huge fingers drilled into your small, tight pussy. "What do I want? I want you to know you're mine. Only mine." he growled in your ear. "But I guess you don't realize that. Do you? Don't worry after I knock you up you won't be able to leave me, maybe then you'll understand." your lips fell agape, and eyes widened threatening to pop right out of your sockets, "N-no pleasee don't do that. P-please-" Mirio pushed you towards the teacher's desk, bending you over it. Your face pressed against the cold wood yet you keep whimpering, begging him to let you free but he doesn't care. He's not listening.

He flips your skirt over leaving your ass a sight to his wretched eyes. He brings his hand down spanking it then pulling away to watch how your plump flesh jiggles, he chuckles. "I should beat this pretty little ass purple and blue," he talks to himself, completely disheartening your cries for help. He smacks your ass until he's satisfied- until your bottom blooms red and his palm stings. Mirio wastes no time in getting behind you, his hand still pinned both of yours behind your back. He slowly releases them, "Now. No funny business," he warns. He knows you wouldn't try anything, you couldn't; not in this state.

One of his hands grips your waist tightly while the other kneads your ass, "Ah shit, look at that." he whispers. "It's beautiful but it's not enough." He is quick to pull your panties down to your thighs and spread your legs open. You hold on to the edges of the desk as you feel his fingers run up your slit and dip into your hole.

"Cute, little cunt. All mine."

His length comes free from its confines and hits his stomach. It's long, hard, and big- so big. You had it impale you before multiple times but it had always been a stretch. His cock was just too big for your tiny pussy! His tip teased your entrance. Your hole drooling over it, he hissed. "I am going to knock you up. You won't be leaving me after that." He pushed inside slowly marveling at how your cunt sucked him up so eagerly, your mouth opened into a silent scream as he bottomed out. He didn't give you time to adjust to his size, he kept rutting his hips. He thrust his cock deep inside you hard and fast, swollen balls slapping against your clit making you moan. The sinful sound of sex: his hips hitting your rear, grunts and moans resonate through the room while you stayed there, under him feeling embarrassed, betrayed, and humiliated. Yet you could not ignore the pleasure he was giving you. His cock hit deep inside you, his tip kissing your cervix trying its best to sink past the rim, your cries of agony soon turned into frenzied moans.

You were close to cumming, he could tell by how tightly your precious cunt clenched around his hard length pulling him even deeper, squeezing him trying to milk him for all he's worth. "I feel that..gonna' fill you up," he says in between his grunts. Mirio tightened his grip on your hips as you started squirming beneath him, the coil in your stomach ready to burst and moment. "You're close, baby?" You whined refusing to give in, "Aww, it's fine. Just admit it: you're mine and I'll let you cum." His thrusts slowed down denying to give you satisfaction, you wailed at the loss yet you didn't agree with him. You were to give in, you told yourself but your body didn't agree. It needed Mirio and just like that it had taken over your mind, clouded your mind with nothing but lust and him. As the need for release increased, you screamed. "Ah- fuck. Yes! I am all yours- ah!" he steadied his rhythm and you exploded all over his cock. Creaming around him, your juices flowed down to your legs. Mirio length twitched inside of you, his thrusts became sloppy- he was close.

"Yeah damn fucking right. Good girl." he praised before spilling his seed inside your womb, filling you up to the brim. He pulled out and watched how his cum dripped from your abused pussy only to push it back inside with his finger. "You actually did it..." your voice was meek, head still down and body still bent over the desk. Too weak to get up, you started at the floor beneath you with glassy eyes. Mirio pulled you up and wrapped his arms around you tightly, making sure you don't run away. The hug was warm, in any other case it would have been warm and comforting but not anymore.

"This would not have happened, Y'know. It's your fault for being such a bitch."

Right, of course, you should have been smarter. You should have loved him back when you could have.

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softmakoharus · 4 years

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makoharu story: day off

(based on the new art) imagine haru calls makoto one evening. m: ah, i was just about to call to ask if you want to hang out tomorrow, since it's our day off. h: i was calling for the same reason. m: (laughs) then i guess the answer is yes. there's this place tono-kun told me about. h: a cafe? m: it's a cafe where you can also play board games, darts, pool— h: pool? m: (laughs) like billiards. h: oh. m: it's for socializing, but i don't think people will be there early. h: ok. it doesn't really sound that interesting to haru, but he'll go if makoto wants to. m: was there somewhere you wanted to go? h: there's a new coral reef exhibit at the aquarium. m: ok! we could do that first and then the other place for lunch. h: sure. m: i'll meet you at your place in the morning. h: around 11? m: got it! see you then, haru. h: see you.

the next morning, they meet as planned and have a good time at the aquarium. haru was completely captivated by the colorful fish, and makoto couldn't stop himself from taking a lot of pictures of haru happily watching them. >>🐟 aquarium details 🐠<< on the train ride, makoto pulls up the cafe's menu so they can decide what to order for lunch. when they arrive, they're in awe of how nice it looks. soft sunlight shines in, illuminating everything with a gentle glow. it gives a relaxing and refreshing feel to the place. m: it seems we're the only ones here. h: mm. just us and... plants. m: (laughs) there are a lot. i wonder if they sell any. h: you don't need more. m: i'd like to get a big one for the balcony. h: just take one. they won't notice. m: (laughs) you're going to get us kicked out. h: should we order our food? m: i’ll do that. you can sit down. h: you don’t have to get mine... m: it’s fine! i kind of dragged you here. mackerel confit, right? h: right. m: ok, i'll meet you at the table. haru takes a seat near the pool table as an older couple walks in. the woman sits down at a small table next to the window, while the man grabs a jigsaw puzzle from the shelf. haru gets the impression that they must come here often, and he smiles while trying not to watch too intently. makoto soon returns holding bubble tea and a coffee cup. m: i asked and they said they only sell little succulents. h: like the ones on your desk? m: mm. why are you looking at me funny? h: bubble tea. is that why you wanted to come here? m: (laughs) well it was one of the factors. try your coffee. h: why are you being pushy? m: no reason! go ahead. h: suspicious. what is it? m: a new flavor they have. haru takes a sip. m: pumpkin spice. h: it’s good. what flavor did you get? m: pumpkin spice. h: popular flavor. m: (laughs) it is. do you want to try playing pool while we wait? h: you know how? m: there’s a place close to campus i’ve been to a couple times after class. i’ll teach you! h: oh, ok. makoto grabs a pool stick and hands one to haru. m: so to start, i’ll break, and then we’ll go from there. he positions the cue ball and leans down to take the shot but hits it too lightly, and the ball barely moves. m: ah... i’ll try again. h: is that allowed? m: (laughs) i think it's ok for new players. makoto hits it harder this time. the balls scatter, and haru stares a little too long at makoto's face that's beaming with pride. m: ah! one of them went in! h: (smiles) good job. m: oh, thanks. makoto blushes and rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed to be praised so blatantly by haru. h: i mean, nothing went flying off the table. yet. m: (laughs) i know my own strength! h: we'll see. makoto bends over to take another shot and successfully hits the blue #10 into the side pocket. this time, he doesn't react. haru can't help but marvel at how professional he suddenly looks. even though it's just a friendly game, he's become incredibly serious and focused. makoto puts his hand on his chin and ponders, thinking before taking another shot. this one is unsuccessful. m: ah, your turn. since i'm stripes, you're solids. h: maybe i wanted stripes. m: (laughs) it's too late for that! h: if i lose, that's why. m: (laughs) fair enough. haru smiles and spots what should be an easy shot. he tries to mimic how makoto was shooting, but it feels unusual enough that it can't be right. how does he place his hand on the table? how hard does he hit? why is he so nervous?! m: are you trying for the purple one? h: mm. makoto steps around to haru's left side and bends down beside him, as if he were about to take the shot himself. haru tightens his grip on the pool stick when he feels makoto reach over his back to set his own hand right behind haru's. m: hold it kind of loosely. h: r-right. m: and your other hand can go like this. makoto gently pulls haru's left hand over a little, positioning it behind the cue ball. he moves the tip of the pool stick to demonstrate how it glides over the top. m: (blushes) see? your hand makes a bridge. h: (blushes) got it. makoto folds his arms on the table and continues to lean down next to haru. haru exhales, and in an act of utter stupidity, he makes the mistake of glancing at makoto. his face is so close! and he looks so cute!! haru can tell he's sincerely hoping the ball makes it in. determined to elicit a proud smile and perhaps a congratulatory high five, haru returns his focus and— SHIT. somehow the cue ball jumps into the air and flies off the table. too much determination! h: s-sorry! makoto quickly fetches the ball, placing it back where it was. m: (smiles) i guess you don't know your own strength. haru can't conceal his smile at the playful jab. h: shut up. m: it was actually a good shot. h: it obviously wasn't. m: (laughs) no, really! just flatten your hand a little, and use less of an angle this time. haru sighs, frustrated, and bends down again to line up the shot. he does as makoto suggested. the ball he was aiming for just barely misses the pocket. m: ah, so close! h: did you set that up for me? m: what? h: your shot before. it didn't even come close to hitting anything. m: (laughs nervously) just a coincidence. h: i see. well, it's your turn again. m: oh, right. makoto surveys the table, pausing, thinking, planning. the intensity in his face shows that he's not holding back at all, and it makes haru's heart beat rapidly. the view from where haru stands is perfection. he doesn't want to take his eyes off of him, but he must, just for a second, so that he can take advantage of makoto's focus. he turns and quickly grabs his phone without being noticed and takes a picture as makoto leans down. he hopes the camera was able to capture not only makoto's resolve, but also the way his shirt hangs from his chest, the slightest narrowing of his eyes, and the small twitch of his forearm muscles. maybe that's asking too much. he'd be better off just hoping it's not blurry. really, a video would have been better. then he'd also have makoto's small satisfied smile when he makes the shot feeling haru's gaze, makoto looks up and sees him smiling. m: what? h: nothing. m: (smiles) what is it? h: you're a... what do they call it? pool shark. m: (laughs) shut up, i'm not that good. i haven't played much. h: you keep saying that. m: it's true! h: it's a little annoying. m: what is? h: how quickly you catch on to things like this. sports and games, that sort of thing. m: it's just hitting a ball with a stick. h: no, i can see you strategizing where to hit it. and you did set me up for that shot before. m: well, i might have... haru smiles again. it's too embarrassing to say something like "it's an admirable trait" or "you're amazing." he blushes, realizing he already said too much. back in school, their gym classes would rotate different activities and sports. somehow, makoto had a natural talent and enjoyment for all of them. he could have done anything, but he chose swimming—or rather, he chose haru. even back then, haru couldn't help but notice that. h: don't go easy on me. m: (laughs) i had to give you a chance. h: i got it now. m: ok. they continue the game while they wait for their food. haru starts to feel more like he's gotten the hang of it and even makes a few shots himself, but he's no match for makoto. they clean up and sit back down at their table. m: that was fun, right? h: it wasn't bad. makoto smiles and takes a sip of his bubble tea. the intense focus from before is gone for now. haru knows this cute smiling makoto makes his heart beat rapidly, too. m: maybe i'll tell tono-kun to invite us the next time he comes here. we could play on teams. h: you want me on your team? m: of course! h: we'll lose for sure. m: (laughs) no we won't! anyway, i don't care if we win or not as long as we can play together. h: (blushes) oh... m: i'm going to look around a little. i want to see what games they have. h: ok. haru watches him walk away. it's clear makoto planned this from the start and brought haru here alone so he could get a feel for the place without anyone else to bother them. that way, he'd feel more comfortable coming out when this place is busier. sneaky, but also effective. haru smiles a little as he realizes he's actually kind of looking forward to it.in fact, he and makoto should probably come back again soon to get in some more practice. makoto pulls a book from one of the shelves and starts to read it. quickly, haru grabs his phone. this is revenge for all the pictures makoto took of him at the aquarium. that's all. it's not like he's going to look at these later, repeatedly. maybe he should take a few more. makoto returns to the table just as the food arrives and sets down a box beside their plates. h: what's this? m: triple chocolate mousse! i ordered it impulsively at the last second. h: (smiles) i mean the game. m: oh! (laughs) does it look familiar? we played it a lot as kids. h: ah... that's right, i remember. the objective is to visit all the animals at the zoo. we're a little old for this. m: well, there's not really any strategy involved, so we have an even playing field. h: what's that supposed to mean? m: (laughs) either of us could win. h: fine, if i win, you have to let me buy lunch tomorrow. m: and what if i win? h: i'll buy lunch tomorrow. m: (laughs) ok. do you want to come back here? h: sure. m: oh, before i forget. makoto gets up and crouches beside haru to take a picture together. he returns to his seat. h: are you messaging that to someone? m: tono-kun. later will you send me the pictures you took? h: (blushes) me? i didn't— i didn't take any. m: really? the one when i was playing? and just now when i was standing over there? h: oh... those pictures. i forgot. m: (laughs) mm. h: are you going to make a photo album? m: there's a website that can print them into books. i thought it would be a nice way to organize my pictures. h: it's a good idea. m: actually, i... (blushes) i was going to give you one. h: really? m: it kind of became a book about us. h: (blushes) i have more pictures i can send you. m: ok! i'll bring my laptop tomorrow and show you what i have so far. h: (smiles) sure. they both return their attention to their food, finishing their meals in silence, embarrassment mitigated by unrelenting happiness. haru glances to the older couple finishing their puzzle. he supposes he'll see them again tomorrow. he smiles at how easy it is to imagine him and makoto in their places. that will be them someday. maybe not here, but definitely together, continuing to make memories with each other.

#free!#makoharu #THIRSTY HARU #i love the new art so much #i love makoharu so much #kelly's makoharu stories #my post

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hazebxtch · 4 years

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The Empath

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader

Summary: He always saw you wherever he went. You were always alone, even if many people knew of you. None of them knew you. Yet he still wanted you in his life, despite your reputation.

Warnings: Soft Bakugo, mention of death, a little angsty, happy ending :) I was bored so sorry if its not good. I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible

Word Count: 3,270ish

He always saw you.

It was as if you were stalking him.

You were at the library when he went to study with his friends, you were always sitting by yourself reading some books. You were always in the teachers’ lounge talking to one of the teachers when he went to talk to Aizawa. You sometimes held a small smile on the normally emotionless face. You sat in the courtyard when it was lunch, eating your lunch. Always reading a book.

But something always nagged him when he saw you. Something never felt quite right when he spotted you in your normal spots reading those stupid books of yours.

You were always alone.

You never had anyone around you. You always were by your lonesome and he didn’t know why. You were very pretty and you looked like a nice person. So what was the deal?

“What’s their problem?” Bakugo asked one day when they went to the library to study for one of their tests. “Huh? Who are you talking about Bakugo?” Mina asked, her bright eyes trying to find the person her friend was talking about. Until her eyes landed on your silky (h/c) mane, strands of loose hair pushed behind your ear. “Whoa, they are so pretty!”

“What are you two talking about?” the red-headed male inquired, walking up to them. The only reply he received was from Mina who pointed at you with the biggest smile on her face. “Aren’t they pretty?” the girl innocently asked. Kirishima followed her finger and immediately grew weary.

“How about we get to that studying, yeah?” Bakugo looked at his friend, seeing his conflicted features before huffing and going to their studying. He really couldn’t help it. Bakugo always found his crimson eyes drift towards your quiet form. A certain male noticed this and sighed.

“Their name is (L/n), they are in General Studies,” Kirishima said suddenly, successfully grabbing the attention of his friends. “What?” Kaminari looked lost, was this in the test?

“You wanted to know what their deal was right? They’re a first-year, like us. No one knows what their quirk is, they doubt if they even have one at all.” the red-head mumbled. Looking down at his paper, he just continued with his explanation.

“No one talks to them because about two years ago, they went all bat shit crazy in the middle of class. Everyone started saying that they were straight psycho and no one wants to associate themselves with someone like that, y’know? Anyway, I think its best if we just leave them alone.” the rest of the study session was silent after that. That didn’t mean a certain person didn’t notice a teacher coming up to you and taking you out of the library.

After that, he hadn’t seen you for the next week. Maybe you dropped out. Or moved away somewhere far away.

All those theories were blown out the window when the class saw you standing by their teacher when they walked inside Gym Gamma. The class immediately irrupted in whispers, talking about all the rumors they heard about you. Bakugo noticed the very small light in your eyes disappear as your head lowered just in the slightest degree. The bangs of your hair framed your face so perfectly, you wore the school gym clothes just like everyone else, but you just looked so much better than all those extras. Cementoss and Aizawa looked at each other with a knowing look in their eyes.

The moment Aizawa activated his quirk, the whole room fell silent. “For today’s exercise, we will see how well you can do under the pressure of an unknown enemy with an unknown quirk. I know we had reenacted this scenario many times but you must be prepared for a quirk that very few may have.” he began, his hand gesturing towards your submissive body on his left. “This student will be your opponent if you successfully detain them. You pass.” his bland voice finished his instructions, looking at his colleague for a moment before putting a calloused hand on your shoulder, leading you away from the crowd.

“You will be separated into teams of two. Each team will have a different environment, your goal is to locate the enemy and detain them. If you run out of time, you fail. If their quirk overwhelms you, you fail. Now, you may pick your pairs.” with that Cementoss left the students to themselves so they can choose their partners.

Naturally, Bakugo chose Kirishima. The pair were formulating a plan to successfully capture you and pass their class. He had a strange feeling that someone was watching him, so his eyes roamed the expanse of the gym. Soon catching those (E/c) that he always wanted to see. Your gaze wasn’t as suddenly the ground started to form various barriers. All varying in size and shape, the ground the students stood lifted into a railed platform.

Team after team, they failed. They either ran out of time or they became overwhelmed. Never once did you surface from the obstacles, no one ever got close to you. Yet you always beat them.

Nine teams have gone and failed, then they were finished they were sent to another platform soother could share their experience with the others. The only two who didn’t go yet was Kirishima and Bakugo. It was nerve-racking, how did no-one get you yet? Deku and Half n Half almost got you but ran out of time. Making their way to the ground of the gym, it was like a sudden wave of realization hit them. They were not going to pass this exercise. No one else did.

How could they?

One the mark of three, the timer started. The pair split up going different ways, hoping that they could at least cover more ground. Soon, he heard his friend scream in an emotion he couldn’t decipher.

“Kirishima!” he yelled out, calling for his partner. Growing more and more irritated, blasting away obstacles, trying to get a bird’s eye view to not only find his friend but find you.

He found his friend first much to his relief, not that he would ever admit it. “What happened to you, Shitty hair?” his voice was aggressive but he felt genuine concern, Kiri never cracks under pressure like this. Bakugo watched as his partner’s body shook under his calloused hand.

“Get away from me Bakugo!” Kirishima yelled, pushing his friend as far away from his as possible. This angered the blonde greatly what the hell happened to him? Why was he yelling? His anger only grew as he watched Kirishima harden his hand, running towards Bakugo without another word.

With each blast and hit. Bakugo’s anger and frustration grew, it was overwhelming. The more time the two fought, the less time was left for them on the clock.

It was just another minute and a half before the round was over, but it was so much.

His anger.

It was growing on its own and it was eating you alive.

How did someone hold this much anger? Why couldn’t you control it better? How did it even get this bad? It was so much. Too much.

Then a scream erupted through the arena.

The scream didn’t belong to neither one of the boys that were fighting. Bakugo snapped his head around to see you.

Your hands covered your ears, tears threatened to fall past your eyes as you fell to your knees. The links severing,

You were so caught up in the overwhelming emotions that you felt, you were too busy trying to calm yourself down. You didn’t realize the too boys that walked up to you until you felt your wrists fall under the rough grip of someone. Opening your eyes, you were meet with the hateful gaze of the explosive male before you.

“P-please let me go,” you whimpered, “Not a chance, not till you tell me what the hell your quirk is.” the growl in his voice made you want to hide, he intimidated you beyond understanding. The more you squirmed the tighter his hold on your wrists became. The frustration in his eyes grew more and more, he almost yelled at you to answer his question before you were saved.

Aizawa released you from Bakugo’s deathly grip, “Surprisingly, Bakugo and Kirishima pass today’s exercise.” the tired male announced. Usually, this announcement would’ve made the blonde happy but this time he couldn’t help but feel bad as he stared at your retreating frame. _______ “Do you guys know what (L/n)’s quirk is?” Asui questioned her classmates as they all lounged in the dorms common room. Everyone in the room shared a silence, no one bothered to ask again when their teacher shot it down the first time. “I asked Mr. Aizawa after classes were dismissed, all he told me was that they would be working with us often.” Midoriya broke the silence with his soft voice.

And that you did.

You were often stationed on the sidelines, just standing there and staring. Sometimes you would break down and fall to your knees if training got intense, especially with Bakugo. Other times, you had to take a break because you overused your quirk. But your exposure to the class was still the same, some of the nicer ones started to talk to you. Even if it was hesitant.

The ones you knew as Deku, Uraraka, and Todoroki were the main people that spoke to you. They never bugged you about your quirk. They never bugged you about your personal life, not unless you wanted to. You were then moved to their dorms but never took any hero classes aside from their training.

You opened up bit by bit, everyone in the class soon found out that you weren’t as crazy as everyone rumored you to be. One day, the entire class was hanging out in the dorms talking like they always did. Bragging about how far along they came with their quirks, you enjoyed how everyone held pride in their advancements. Then someone brought you into the conversation,

“Hey, (L/n)! What is your quirk? You never told us,” Midoriya’s voice echoed through your ears.

Your quirk.

At first, you hesitated, but you knew them for a long time now. You were close to the class of future heroes, save for the hot-headed one. The strength of his emotions were scary, you saw how he acted with the others of the class and it scared you. You didn’t want him to yell at you like that. No matter how attracted you were to him.

You looked down at your crossed legs, it felt weird. You never had such close relations with people ever since the incident. It felt nice,

“You don’t ha-”

“I’m an empath,” you started slowly, “I can create emotional links with people as long as I have them in my sight. When the link is established I can influence that person’s emotions, calming them, angering them, making them sad. Whatever I please they feel it,”

You noticed how everyone in the room grew silent at the explanation, you felt it as a need to continue. Maybe they wanted to know more, or maybe they were too shocked to speak.

“It has its downfall though, if I use it too much I start to get dizzy and need to take a break. That is the reason why I leave the training exercises for a short time. Another weakness is…” everyone looked on at the newly announced Empath. Especially the explosive blonde, he listened to you intently even if it seemed like he didn’t care. He grew rather fond of you, not that he would ever admit to anyone. Mostly because he saw how you tried to steer clear of the male as if you were scared to even look at him. And that pained him a little.

“Another weakness is if the person whom I linked with has very strong emotions, my quirk will have the opposite effect and its very painful. The stronger the emotion is the more painful it is, that is another reason why I take breaks.”

“So what happened two years ago? Why did you go all psycho?” your eyes shot up to look at the one who asked the question. The devil himself. “Bakugo! Y-you can’t go around and ask people things like that!” Uraraka scolded at him as tough as she could. “Yeah man, that was not very manly of you.” Kirishima aided her in your defense. “Oh shut it, you were all wondering the same damn thing I just had enough balls to ask.”

“But st-”

“It’s fine,” you said almost quietly, “It is an explanation that is long overdue,” Bakugo looked over at you. Adoring how you picked your lips gently, avoiding the gaze of everyone in the room. He always found it cute when you fidgeted like that. He loved how you bounced your leg as you waited for results of a test to come in, how you paced when you were worried about something. How you picked your lips when you got a little emotional.

“Part of my quirk is being about to make permanent links with people I hold dear to my heart. It is a very intimate act to me, a sign of my ultimate trust and loyalty, y’know.” the little giggle you let out as you picked at your skin sent his heart racing. How could you be so cute?

“I did it with my parents when I figured it out, it was their anniversary and I wanted it to be something special for all of us. When I did it I could feel every emotion they did. I knew when Mom was sad, I knew when Dad was angry. If it got bad I would start crying, it was intense sometimes but we still loved each other. That day, I could tell something was wrong. I felt….distressed. I didn’t know why, both Mom and Dad felt terrified. And then I felt a terrible pain, it was unbearable. It felt as if I was being ripped in two, I tried to act like nothing was wrong but it got too much and I broke.”

“What happened to your parents?” Bakugo looked for the voice that asked the question, meeting the eyes of Yaoyorozu. Everyone looked at her before their attention shifted back to your small frame. All he wanted to do was go up to you and hold you to his chest but he couldn’t bring himself to do so.

“I was directed to the Principles office for disrupting the class, but I could barely keep myself together. I later found out that my parents died in a car crash. They made me take a psychiatric test to see how I was doing. I guess the results were bad because the next thing I knew I was being transferred to a Psychiatric Institute and that is how I spent my summer. When I was released, I was sent to my Grandmother. I had connected to her the same way I did to my parents for her birthday before their death. Sometime early in the first semester of high school, she died of a heart attack. I felt nothing, I didn’t even know until the hospital called the school.”

“Does that mean you only get like that if the death is not natural?” it was that Icyhot bastard who spoke next and you just nodded your head in agreement. The silence was awkwardly comfortable, it was like they all understood you better.

On a more intimate level.

There was only so much silence you could handle until you had enough. “Thank you for listening, but I need to go to sleep now.” with those words you had gotten up from your spot on the floor and made your way to the stairs that lead to your dorm.

You were just about to open the door to your room when you heard his voice call out to you. You looked over to your side to see him walk over to you, you couldn’t help the slight blush that dusted your cheeks. How could you? You saw his strong frame from that tank top he wore.

“Yes, Bakugo?” you couldn’t keep your voice from shaking, how could you? “Why don’t you ever talk to me?” his rough voice questioned you when he was right beside you. You couldn’t meet his gaze, you were already flustered from just looking at him. You couldn’t form actual words in that moment, he was so close, you could practically feel his breath on your neck.

“Well? I’m waiting,” why? Why was he waiting? Did he care why you never spoke to him? Why you avoided him?

“Because your anger is overwhelming when you train, it scares me. And how you talk to the others always threatening to kill them, that’s kinda scary too.” since it was already a night of honesty on your half, you might as well have told him. But for the blonde, it hurt him. Did he scare you? To the point where you avoided his mere presence?

“I scare you?” his voice was shakey. It shocked you, to say the least. He sounded so vulnerable in that one moment, it left you so speechless you could only nod your head.

“Is there a way for you not to be so scared of me?” that question surprised you. He didn’t even care, right?

“Why do you want to know something like that?” you grew the courage to look back at his built frame to see the softest face you could expect from someone like him.

You had infected his heart and he hated it. He hated being the reason that you had to take breaks to recover from his intense feelings. He hated the fact that his emotions were the reason you avoided him. He always wanted to speak to you, he always wanted to hold you close while you watched movies or just for the hell of it.

But he scared you.

His next moves were unexpected, and he gave you plenty of time to push him away and rush into your dorm. But you didn’t.

Not as he turned you around to face him.

Not as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

Not as his calloused hand met your cheek.

Not when he hesitated to connect his lips to yours.

Not even when he tilted your head to deepen the kiss.

You just melted into his hands like butter, you didn’t want this moment to end. You raised your hand to rest on his as you kissed him just as intently as he did. He pulled away too soon for your liking as you let out a small whimper. Leaving his hand to rest on your cheek just a little while longer before he left to go into his dorm. In that small little moment, you understood everything.

“Wait, Bakugo.” your voice called out to him shyly. He didn’t respond. He didn’t have to. You knew that he stopped in his doorway to hear you out,

“(Y/n)…” you paused for a moment before you continued, “My birth name is (Y/n).”

You heard him let out a small scoff, you could practically see the small smile on his face as he spoke. “Katsuki.”

And as his door closed behind him, a blush irrupted on your cheeks as you touched your cheek. He was so gentle.

With a small smile, you turned to enter your room before you irrupted in a fit of little squeals and giggles.

Unaware of the blonde who laid in his bed, smiling from your fit of happiness.

And unaware from the eyes of said blondes friend, watching from the corner of the hall.

It was a nice night for all.

#mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo imagine #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha katsuki x reader #bakugou imagine #bakugou angst #bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugo x reader

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iambuckyrogers · 6 years

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Too Good To Be True

Summary: An unlikely friendship blossoms between you and the coolest guy in school just in time for homecoming.

Word Count: 1663

Warnings: none

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Authors Note: This is my first request and first time at trying to write an AU so I hope I did it justice 🤗 proposal scene inspired by this 10 Things I Hate About You scene when Patrick sings to Kat. I love Heath Ledger and that movie is a must see!

Prompt: From @carolyn-stark-91 Hello, I was wondering if you could write a Tony Stark story for me. I’d like a high school AU where tony is the usual popular tech nerd and I’m a theatre geek who doesn’t really have any friends but homecoming or a dance is coming up soon. Please and thank you. If you need anymore info or have any questions just go ahead and ask me.

image isn’t mine

The bell chimed loudly causing students to scurry like ants into classrooms along the corridor. You were one of the last into the chemistry lab, scanning the room for a spare seat. Midtown High was like any normal school, broken into social groups which interacted with an unspoken hierarchy, which was why you ended up being sat alone at the back of yet another class. Being one of the theatre kids, most of the other groups tried to avoid you, occasionally that’d give you a sideways glance or engage in disinterested small talk but you tended to keep to yourself. You felt like theatre was the only place you could really let loose. You were able to express yourself fluidly through movement and song, getting lost in the lyrics and transporting yourself into another world where the rules of society didn’t apply. You stared idly out of the window as time crawled past. The monotonous droning of your teacher’s voice sending you to sleep. You had no intention of listening to the lesson so you decided to do something productive by practising your lines for the upcoming play. You ran through them repeatedly in your head, visualising the way you would deliver them, your tone and gestures. Right in the middle of your dramatic monologue, you were snapped from your rehearsal by the chair next to you being roughly pulled out and a body slumping down defeatedly. You were shocked to see Tony Stark, the unofficial leader of the tech kids, next to you.

“Next time, Mr Stark,” the teacher scolded, “if you and Mr Rhodes disrupt my teaching, it will be detention for the both of you.” James, or Rhodey as most people called him, turned around from his new spot at the front of the room and mouthed sorry back at Tony, who just snickered and shook his head. With the distraction successfully dealt with, the teacher resumed her un-amusing presentation. You were still sat unmoving, not sure how to react to being so close to arguably the most popular guy in school.

You could feel his gaze on you, turning you met his eyes, his mouth curled into a smug smirk and you felt your face begin to heat up.

“It’s (Y/N), isn’t it?” He asked.

“Y-yeah it is. You’re T-tony Stark,” you bumbled over your words.

“The one and only,” he winked, “shame that the old bag ruins such an interesting topic,” Tony nodded towards the teacher, making you laugh softly.

“(Y/N), is Tony distracting you now?” The teacher asked, clearly fed up with Tony’s antics. All eyes in the class snapped to you.

“N-no Miss, it’s all good,” you replied, lowering your head in embarrassment.

Tony was quiet for the rest of the class and you tried to concentrate but it was damn near impossible being sat so close to him.

Lunch was spent like any other day, sat alone at your favourite table in the back corner of the cafeteria. You had your headphones in, listening to the soundtrack of The Greatest Showman and practising your lines again when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You almost jumped out of your skin, heat hammering in your chest as you ripped your headphones out, ready to give a mouthful to whoever scared you when you saw Tony straddling the bench next to you, trying hard to suppress a laugh.

“Sorry, sweet I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologised after composing himself.

“Oh. Um no i-its fine I was just, ah- was in another world,” you stammered looking at your hands fidgeting in your lap, feeling your face grow warmer for the second time that day.

“It was quite funny to watch,” he joked giving your shoulder a playful push. He was absolutely gorgeous close-up, wearing a dark turtleneck sweater under a brown suede jacket. His chestnut eyes were framed by printed glasses and a dazzling smile danced across his face. He ran a hand through his dark, dishevelled locks as he looked at you quizzically.

“You alright doll?” He asked, concern evident in his eyes. Your eyes widened in response, you didn’t realise you had been staring.

“Um yeah, just brain fart moment you know?” You laughed uneasily, hoping he would leave.

“Right,” he laughed, “Anyway, I just wanted to apologise for distracting you in class earlier, that wasn’t fair of me.”

He could have knocked you over with a feather, you were beyond shocked.

“Really it was no worry, I wasn’t paying attention to her long before you were moved.” You assured him, making his shoulders relax.

“Good,” he replied, squeezing your leg. He swung himself to sit on the seat properly, dragging his tray of food in front of him. Frozen still, you looked from him to his food and back again.

“Oh, hope you don’t mind but I decided to sit here for lunch,” he said though a mouth full of food.

“Yeah n-no worries,” you replied, returning to your own neglected food. Much like chemistry, the rest of the time you spent with Tony was in silence, which you didn’t mind, it saved you from embarrassing yourself further.

For the next few weeks, Tony continued to sit next to you in chemistry. Your conversations got longer and less awkward and every now and then Tony would join you at lunch, continuing on your conversation from class or spouting on about some other random topic. A friendship began to flourish, built on a mutual hate of teachers, bad jokes and plenty of banter. You felt at ease around Tony, for the first time in a long time you allowed yourself to enjoy the company of another person without worrying that you were boring them with your incessant talk of musicals and drama. In return for putting up with your theatre talk, you listened to Tony rant on about things that you didn’t understand, engineering and robotics, all of that sciency stuff that got him excited, fascination shining in his eyes. Your friendship felt right, despite being from 2 completely different social groups, it was like you belonged together.

The school year was coming to a close and preparations for homecoming were underway. You were never a fan of social events like these because you usually ended up being stood alone all night, swaying to music that you didn’t like and regretting ever letting your mum talk you into coming. As the days flew past, more and more people were delivering elaborate proposals to get their dates. It was only a matter of time before Tony chose his girl and your heart seized at the thought. Don’t be stupid, you told yourself, he’d never ask you.

“Hey (Y/N),” Tony asked, disturbing you from your deep concentration.

“Hey Tony,” you mocked, drawing a laugh from him.

“Are you going to the homecoming dance?”

“Probably not, it’s not really my scene. If they played the Hamilton soundtrack well, maybe I’d reconsider,” you joked, turning to look at Tony, “what about you?”

“Yeah I don’t know,” he shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked like he opened his mouth to say more but the bell rang. Quickly packing up your books you bid Tony goodbye and hurried off to the gym to get changed for p.e.

“Alright, take a lap,” the teacher grumbled. As a pack, the class slowly made their way around the track. As you neared the final bend, loud music began playing over the speakers in the grand stand.

“You’re just too good to be true,” someone sang, “can’t take my eyes off of you.” Everyone slowed to a stop, looking around to with puzzled looks on their faces. The singing continued.

“You’d be like heaven to touch. I wanna hold you so much.” Slowly a figure rounded the corner at the top of the grandstand.

“At long last love has arrived. And I thank god I’m alive.” You squinted at the figure, trying to make out who it was. They started walking down the stairs towards the ground.

“You’re just too good to be true,” you sucked in a sharp breath, “Can’t take my eyes off you.” On the last word, Tony Stark pointed at you and winked, making you damn near fall over. The school band materialised from god knows where and began playing an upbeat tune which Tony danced along to goofily, swaying his hips to the beat, twirling dramatically all the while looking at you with a mischievous grin.

“I love you, baby,” he sang, “and if it’s quite alright I need you, baby.” Two teachers had spotted him and made a beeline to where he was performing but Tony continued singing.

“To warm the lonely night. I love you, baby. Trust in me when I say,” he dragged out the last word as he was surrounded by the teachers who made a grab at his arm, only for Tony to skilfully dodge them and run further up the grandstand. Everyone was captivated by Tony’s show as he weaved up and down the steps to avoid capture while belting his lungs out. More teachers came to help, eventually circling Tony and managing to get a hand on him. As he was being dragged away he struggles the mic up to his mouth one last time.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you go to the homecoming with me?” He looked at you hopefully, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

“Of course” you yelled, fighting back tears that threatened to spill down your face.

“And that’s how you get the girl,” he declared before dramatically dropping the mic and being led away, an impossibly wide smile never once leaving his face. A similar one crept onto your own as the realisation sunk in. You were going to the homecoming with the most brilliant, kind and funny guy. Surely this was too good to be true.

#tony stark x reader #marvel imagine #tony stark #tony stark marvel #tony stark imagine #marvel #marvel fic #young tony stark #high school au #young tony stark x reader #imagine #reader imagine

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almostdepraved · 6 years

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Reignite (Present!Carol/Reader (OC)) - Chapter 1

A/N: Hey guys! I’m writing my first fanfic. It took me a lotta courage to actually post it, so I hope you like it. Tell me what you guys think <3

Ever since you could remember, you were never certain of your emotions. It was much easier to manipulate feelings rather than wasting energy to solve such a trivial mystery of your mind. That particular strategy, however odd, had been the main factor for not only your success in life, but you assume of your entire family. Varying media had slapped on countless titles like geniuses, progressive-minded, genetic and family goals. Using any silly, eye-catching terms to feed to the public. And they’d eat it up; they always do- like a junkie getting their hands on anything to get a fix out of reality. It’s sad, but the truth can be just that. No one wants their reality, not even yourself.

You, Lauren Troy, graduated from high school at 12 years old, successfully earning your double major degree in psychology and business by 16 before adding a degree in nursing and completing its master program at the age of 22, and finally working as a regular staff nurse. You, the daughter whose mother is one of the world’s best surgical oncologist, your father, the owner of one of wall street’s most profited firm five years running, the niece of a senator, and a CEO of New York’s number one hospital. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that you could lead a life that is untouchable and almost without consequences. However, it does seem to take a fucking genius to figure out that that life is excruciatingly isolating.

It wouldn’t surprise anyone from your family though, they’re smart enough to know that something stupid’s bound to happen. So went that ‘something stupid’ thing did happen, which was of you being found directly responsible of several patients’ deaths that were under your care, they just expressed fair amounts of disappointment and without another blink, would have proceeded to make the phone calls needed to fix the legal problem and handle whatever journalists that’d try to scoop up anything and make it a story.

What they didn’t expect was that you wanted to go to prison, and you wanted to serve the time the judged had given of four years. It confused your father the most. As dirty as he might be playing and winning in the money-making game, he loved you too much to have you stain your record and ruin your own future. You had persisted, barely at the edge of sanity from feeling so bothered by your own emptiness. You did something heinous, and you should face the consequences of it. You thought maybe then you’d be fixed. Finally, he had agreed but made an appeal to the judge for you to be placed into maximum security, away from any potential enemy that your family’s legacy might have made. Fortunately, serving your sentence went as smoothly as prison life could offer, and because of good behaviour and reputation, the board gave you an early release- two and a half years early. That night, you had laid down on your bed back in your expensive family home, forcing yourself to cry from just about anything- nothing happened.

Perhaps you felt slightly guilty when you realised how easy it was for you to get a job. It almost felt like nothing had changed. Like you weren’t hold up in a cell and only had an hour a day to see partial sunlight for 18 months. Like you hadn’t purposely overdosed vulnerable people and watch as they take their last breath. You ought to feel offended, you thought a second before accepting the offer of becoming a hospital CEO. Bonus point was having your brother as a colleague. Double bonus points for being able to resign comfortably at the age of 32.

So what if you definitely are an empty, emotionless being? You now have the money and time that could keep you cosy for a decade, and that’s without giving much thought to the calculation.

“Damn Laure, you’re really going for it huh? Got a plan for after?” Your brother brought your attention back to earth with the tone he used. There was a hint of jealousy that was laced in his first question, and you raised an eyebrow at him, intrigued that he’d feel that way. He wasn’t like you. He liked money, especially a shit ton of it to spend ridiculous things on. “Yeah, I doubt it’ll last long anyway. I get bored too easily.” “That’s true.” You were both just exiting the hospital to head over to a nearby restaurant for some late lunch when your brother phone’s ring. The ringtone was different than usual; it was a pop song that was playing. This meant that it was one of the girls he’d hooked up with called. You snicker at his confused look as he answers it.

“A babygirl of yours forget the rules or something? Or is she a new one?” You teased. He throws you a death glare before he walked away to have the conversation with some privacy, lifting his index finger for you to wait on. You turn your attention to the street in front and began people-watching. A fun activity to waste time, plus, it makes you think, and you like thinking. This suddenly made your mind run over the memories you had whilst in prison. You realise you didn’t have to do much thinking there. No stimulations, or puzzles, or mysteries that held your attention for long.

Except for one.

Pieces of scattered memory flashes in your mind: steely blue eyes; a pair that could read you like how you read your favourite books. Death grips; the kind that’s so painful that you would feel alive in. Greying blond hair; something you didn’t know you have an itch to feel gently against your fingertips, almost like old pressed up leaves. And jumbled up letters that you think forms a name, what was it?

Cathrine?

Cassie?

Cornelius?

Cape town?

Cornstarch?-

“Hey Laur, we need to get back inside.” Your head snaps quickly to where your brother was, almost jogging shortly to reach you. “Why?” Cheekytita? You think the C’s that are endlessly popping in your head are going to frustrate you to no end. “Remember Linda from MCC? Corporate prison people that would be better in prison?”

“You’re one to talk, but yeah I remember.” It would also mean that your brother had banged her a couple of times and the realisation made you feel repulsed. Cate Blanchett?

“She’s brought in someone from Max. Inmate suffered extreme blood loss, and is in a fucking coma right now.” You were confused by the lack of context. You hated not knowing something. “Then let the medical handle it. I don’t get why you’re like this.” He bites his bottom lip, hesitant to answer. “I owe her a favour, and now she’s claiming it. I’m worried because not only is her ass on the line, but my ass is dependent on this prisoner’s survival. Linda’s got major dirt on me, and I intend on not having it spread.” You nod, the gears in your head turning. Your brother starts to head to the ER room that the prisoner and Linda is. You follow him in quick steps. Half-shouting another question. “What does she want then? You said the guy’s alive?”

“She wants full recovery. Guy better be better than before he was stabbed. But she wants it hushed, as far away from bad PR as possible. A prisoner’s gonna get his own dedicated team or some crazy shit like that.” Both of you were close now, a couple more turns. “And you’re actually considering to follow every request?” The door’s to your left, and you automatically wrapped your hands around it before stopping yourself. “Sorry, you do it.” You take a step back for your brother. “Exactly, I have to.” He mirrors your words as he opens the door and steps inside.

As your mind recognises Linda’s face, you felt a wave a disgust and turn your gaze elsewhere. Your brother can sort this out, you convince yourself as his voice fills the room as he greets the black-haired woman with fake warmth. The hospital bed was to your right, and you see the outline of a body at the corner of your eye. You mind thought of multiple scenarios at once for a prisoner to be in this position, now completely filled with curiosity. You head over to see the luckily unlucky man. What was it?

Gang capture gone wrong? Then there should’ve been multiple sent here.

Cage fight? No cages there, cell fight more like it.

Castration? Obviously not, but it does start with a ‘c’.

What it was had frozen your body and mind; an upward curve at the torso, thin, pale hands at the sides with veins that pushes high against the skin, lined complexion- wrinkles. Shoulder length dull blond hair, it seems to be greying. Something in the back of your head began pounding to be released. A locked information that you wanted to know as well but can’t recall. Something had reflected light into your eyes. A glint from beside the bed and your eyes searched for the source. Big framed glasses, it reminded you of a style you barely recognised, like in the 80s.

A piece of a puzzle manifests in your mind. Whether it’s the final or the first, you don’t know.

Oh, wait- oh no.

C is for Carol. Carol Denning.

#carol denning #oitnb #present!Carol #free!Carol

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