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moniibu · 6 months

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༄ ‧₊˚ !YAN FEM OMEGA X !DOM FEM ALPHA READER •°. *࿐

based on my previous work

things to watch out for: basic yandere themes, obsessiveness, possessiveness, protectiveness, etc. , the only pronouns being “you” and “alpha”.

word count: 2.2k

summary: after inviting Scarlett out as your date for a business dinner, things go smoothly until one of your coworkers start to stir up some trouble, making you possessive and protective.

notes: i decided to name her Scarlett just cause I thought the name was cool. this is a fic that i wrote just because the idea came to me as i was daydreaming before bed. this isn’t cannon, but based on my other work i didn’t express a dislike between the two. in other words this would just be a random post about the two that doesn’t go along with my previous post.

thank you all sm for the support on my last post, it really means a lot 🥲. reblogging/reposting is appreciated, and if you would like to see anything specific, just request since asks ARE OPEN !! even though I’ve re-read my work, if there are still mistakes, please just ignore it or move along, i apologize for it.

this is a LESBIAN work/blog/post, so men and men aligned people, do NOT interact.

i hope you all enjoy ༄ ‧₊˚ !YAN FEM OMEGA X !DOM FEM ALPHA READER •°. *࿐ !!

Scarlett opened the door and walked into the apartment. She only has three hours to get ready before meeting her alpha. She had to hurry up and shower, pick out a cute outfit that would impress her alpha, do her makeup, and make sure she picked the perfect accessories that would earn her praise from her alpha.

Of course you weren’t exactly her alpha yet per se, but she wanted you to be, which is exactly why Scarlett’s doing what she’s doing now. The first way into making you her alpha and you choosing her as an omega is for her to be looking as cute as she possibly can so that you can choose her.

Scarlett knows exactly what you like down to a t. She knows what outfits would earn simple compliments and which ones would earn a head-turning look with you gawking at her. Scarlett prefers the second one but for where you two are going, she prefers an outfit that has you giving her small and hidden glances throughout the evening.

After doing her makeup the exact way that you like it, Scarlett goes to pick out an outfit that she knows that you would like. She looks in her closet, moving the clothes around before finally finding what she knows will catch your eye. Scarlett picks out a white shirt with ruffles that goes with a pink skirt with ruffles on the bottom. She picks a shirt that will show her cleavage, knowing that once you see it, you won’t be able to take your eyes off it. She hates how you always look away whenever you get a glance, but at the same time, that’s what she loves about you. You respect her and don’t look at her ogling her breasts.

Scarlett puts on a pair of light pink pumps that matches her skirt, grabs her purse, and walks out her apartment locking the door. She’s so excited about the date you planned that she can’t contain herself. You rarely plan out dates, and even when you do, it’s something simple like walking around. The fact that you’ve invited her to a restaurant must mean that you’re beginning to feel the same way as she does!

Scarlett starts to send you a text that’s she’s here, but before she can hit send, you tap on her shoulder. “Hi Scar.” You greet. You give her a hug, placing your hands at her sides. “H-hi” Scarlett immediately starts to blush. The hand placement only makes her face redden even more. You barely touch her, nor invite her out. She doesn’t know what’s happening, but she’s enjoying it.

Scarlett glances at you, looking at your outfit. You had on a business suit. She’s seen it dozens of times throughout spending time with you and messaging, but seeing it up close is making her hot. God, how much she wishes that you were her alpha. You look so good that she wishes that it was all for her. She hates that other omegas are able to see this. It should be all for her and only for her.

You on the other hand took Scarlett in. You loved the way she was dressed. You simply had on a suit that you forgot to change out of, yet Scarlett took time on her outfit, and looked amazing in it. You know that sometimes Scarlett wears outfits in colors that you like, but this one was an outfit where you thought she looked amazing in, where you were actually mesmerized.

She had on an adorable outfit that you couldn’t take your eyes off of, and honestly, didn’t want to keep your hands off of. It was like something was inside of you, itching for you to keep close to the beautiful omega. “You look beautiful Scar.” You say, your thumbs rubbing her hips.

“Thank you alpha.” It practically purred out of Scarlett’s lips. She loved getting praises from her alpha, no matter how little or how big it was.

You furrowed a brow at Scarlett calling you alpha, but let it go based off of news that you had to share. “You’re welcome. Now, I hope you’re not mad, but this isn’t exactly us hanging out alone.”

“What do you mean?” Scarlett asks. What do you mean it won’t be just the two of you? She based off her whole day, all of her time on you, her alpha. You were supposed to have a good time with her, and realize that you want more of her! Why is there someone else coming along and ruining your date with her?

You’re her alpha. She’s not letting anyone get in her way, she’ll make sure of it.

“I’m sorry Scarlett. I know you were excited. I sprung it on you since I didn’t know if you would accept it or not.” You looked down like a child getting a scolding.

“What is it?” Scarlett’s tone was a mixture of anger and annoyance. She demanded to know the reason on why she wouldn’t be able to push you into her arms.

You walk up closer to her. “Don’t worry Scar, I’ll make it up to you I promise, okay?” You say, getting closer to her while pressing a kiss to her temple. “But this is actually a company dinner, and they requested us to bring someone. I know you like spending time with me so I just thought..” you trail.

“No, no alpha don’t feel bad.” Scarlett gives you a hug before standing on her tippy-toes to press her hands on your face. “I’m not mad, I swear. Besides, you’re gonna make it up to me right?”

“Yes, of course I will! Thank you so much for being understanding Scar, I really appreciate it.” You say, giving her a beaming smile. You were glad that your friend didn’t get the wrong idea or disgusted by you that you basically were showing her off in ten minutes to your colleagues.

Scarlett on the other hand was overjoyed. She can’t believe that her dreams are finally coming true! You want to be her alpha! She’s so glad that it wasn’t something bad. She has no problem with you using her as a date, please do it all the time, she doesn’t mind at all! She just wishes that you wouldn’t feel so bad about it. You’re her alpha, you’re supposed to want to bring her to dinners and tell people that she’s your omega.

“I know it may be uncomfortable Scar, but we’re gonna be close, okay? Just tell me if you feel uncomfortable and I’ll stop.”

“Sure thing alpha.” Scarlett can hardly contain her smile. It’s like she’s died and went to heaven. This is probably the only night where you’ll be acting like you truly want her, so she’s gonna milk it out as much as she can.

“Alright, let’s head inside.” You push Scarlett in front of you, keeping a steady hand on her back. You walk in giving the worker your reservation. Scarlett and you walk over with Scarlett hanging onto your arm.

You greet your manager, shaking hands with him as you introduce Scarlett. “And this is Scarlett, we’re close.” You happily share, smiling.

“Nice you meet you Scarlett.” Your boss licks his lips while stretching out his hand. You give a look to Scarlett, urging her to shake his hand. You can tell that she only did it for you, but the action he did beforehand made you pull Scarlett closer into you.

As you sit down and chat with coworkers, you hear a comment that makes you squirm. “How did an alpha like her come in contact with a beautiful omega like her?” You clicked your tongue. You were irritated to say the least, but it was a dinner with work, so you ignored it. Scarlett rubbed your hand under the table as a way to make you feel better, and for a moment, you calmed down.

It wasn’t until you got your food that everything went wrong. You wish you could turn back the time and decline the dinner so you could actually hang out with Scarlett one on one like what was intended, but the damage was already done.

“So,” a coworker said, pointing in your direction. “Are you together with the cutie next to you?”

“So you’re not together? Good to know.” Your coworker responded. He had one of those cocky smiles that went along with a cocky tone that begun to make you irritated. As much as Scarlett likes taking care of you, even she could see that this may be an incident where she can’t calm you down.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” You ask.

“I’m just saying, if you’re not dating her, then maybe she needs an actual alpha. A strong man to take care of her and provide for her. What can you do? You may be an alpha but you’re not a male alpha. She needs someone like me.”

You give out a laugh, only this laugh is full of anger and you being appalled by the audacity of your coworker. You don’t know what came over you. Maybe it was the fact that your rut was coming, or maybe the fact that there could be a small —itsy bitsy— chance that you maybe, maybe feel some type of way for Scarlett that a friend shouldn’t feel. Or maybe it was the drinks you drank in both Scarlett’s place for protection or for yours to let loose.

Either way, you were pissed. No one, and I mean no one got to disrespect you like that, or try to act like that towards Scarlett. “Listen here—” you say, you inching closer as you begin to speak with pure rage. “And you listen close. I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but this omega right here?” You pull Scarlett from the side, making her gasp in shock. She places her hand on your chest as she hears you utter the sentence she has been dying to hear since the second she met you in the café.

“This omega is mine. She is my omega.” Your tone was full of possessiveness and ownership, but you didn’t care. You wanted all your filthy and creepy coworkers to know that Scarlett had an alpha. She didn’t need a smelly old male alpha when she had you. Young, cool, tall, and caring; what most omegas dream about.

“Grab your things Scarlett.” You said. Your sentence was short and curt, leaving no room for an argument. Scarlett hurriedly packed up her things while trailing behind you. You saw her and stopped for her before pulling her to sit down with you on a bench.

The two of you sat there for a moment while you thought of what just transpired. For you, you felt guilt. You didn’t want Scarlett to think you were one of those alphas, who stake claim on an omega and would force them to love and worship you. The fact that you did it in public only added more guilt that was standing on your shoulders.

As for Scarlett, she only felt love, admiration and adornment. You stood up for her while your smelly coworker had tried to get her to pick him. You kept her close to you while an old coworker leaned in to close. Most of all, you claimed her and stuck out your claim, her being owned by you, in public. You called her your omega. She is so glad that you did what you did, but looking back at you, she could read you a mile away. It’s one of the reasons why she’s such a good omega for you.

“Awe, c’mere alpha” she says, opening her arms. You’ve already gone this far, and while you were still clouded with anger, you figured that a small hug couldn’t hurt. Scarlett rubbed your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. “Alpha, I’m so proud of you.”

“Really?” You were expecting her to be mad at you for claiming ownership over her. And for Scarlett to do the exact opposite had you surprised. “I thought that you’d be mad since I called you my omega in front of everybody. I’m sorry if I put you in an uncomfortable situation. It wasn’t my intention to do that. I will make it up to you, I promise.”

“It’s okay alpha. I-I’m actually glad you did it.” Scarlett looks away, both from being flustered and embarrassed. “I didn’t like them. I’m glad you were there. You were a very good alpha.”

Scarlett gives you a smile before giving you a kiss on the cheek. “I mean it alpha. You were good. Thank you.” Scarlett gives you once last peck before pulling away.

“Thank you Scar.” You say. To be honest, you’re a little glad that this whole debacle happened. It got you a bit closer with Scarlett. You can’t believe you’re saying this, but maybe it wouldn’t be bad if she was actually your omega.

And for Scarlett, she’s glad she egged on those other alphas. She got the outcome she wanted; for you to finally realize your feelings and act on them. She can’t wait for you to fully accept it, and for more to come.

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this idea was made and created by @moniibu all rights are reserved to @moniibu and you are NOT allowed to steal, copy, modify, or translate this work.

#ao3 writer #female writers #lesbian #yandere female x female reader #yandere wlw #yandere omega #soft yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere fanfiction #moniibu

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ranchycowgirllover · 9 months

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Alright so I made a Stella Re-Design, this post ‘ill be kinda long cuz I wanna explain things and such

My main problems with this design are 1- Details that are unneeded that lead to inconvenience in the animation department (like seriously watch scenes with her and focus on her lashes) 2- This outfit isn’t very regal, I’m guessing the bottom of the dress is supposed to resemble feathers idk it just doesn’t look good.

Alright so we have that out of the way, I have made a few different possible re designs. You’ll see the one I prefer at the end.

This one I tried to keep more in line with the original pink princess theme. Simplified the dress and hair (I imagine that her hair can fluff up when she’s angry) and I replaced the dark purple with a maroon. I also made her hair white. This way the only purple is her make up which should cause you to look at her face more.

This one is a more evil Queen inspired Stella, used the purple as a main dress color, I gave her green/blue eyes and grey hair which she had in the pilot. The eyes are help tell her apart from her husband, and the hair change is to make her look older and more regal. I changed the style of dress now she looks less little girl costume princess. (No hate to princess peach)

This is a younger Stella design that I did. My canon is that she was dressed this way as to appeal more to Stolas.

Now this is the final design that I chose. The purple is for royalty, I did away with the dark purple as to make her look less threatening. And the dress is rococo era inspired just because I those dresses no real reason

I also did a design for her brother.

His changes were simplify his outfit, and the other stuff like his hair were changed to match his redesigned sister

Alright so that’s all the art. The rest of the this is just going to be me ranting and raving about her character.

Okay so I think we should acknowledge how fucked Stella’s situation is. She’s in an arranged marriage and her only purpose in hells society was to give birth to an heir.

Stolas and her brother are shown to have magic powers, and Stolas we know he has princely duty’s so we can assume the same for her brother. Stella doesn’t have any of these she was meant to be a baby a maker. Even her name Stella compliments Stolas’s role as star prince or whatever.

Now in the first episode of season 2 we have Stella making fun of her husband how he’s bad in bed and how she’s glad she doesn’t have to fuck him because she’s given birth. I think this is Viv’s attempt at making this situation seem less fucked up.

I don’t even know it just makes me really uncomfortable that this very feminine woman in a shitty situation is being vilified. Like if I was in Stella’s situation I’d probably have anger issues too. I’m just so tired of being told that feminine outrage and displays of anger make us monstrous bitches.

Now obviously Stolas being forced into a loveless marriage also sucks and is an awful situation for him too. But he’s not that much better than Stella. Both are shown to be physically abusive to the castle staff, and Stella for all her faults isn’t black mailing someone into sex.

Now having two shitty people wouldn’t bother me if the narrative didn’t bend over backwards to make Stolas seem like such good guy, just an uwu gay bean. His wife is SO mean she won’t let the gay people be happy 🥺. Also painting abusers as cartoonishly evil monsters does a disservice to people who have been abused is all I’m saying.

Anyways I’ll hopefully have a Stolas Redesign up next

Bye now

#vivziepop critical #helluva critical #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss redesign #helluva boss critique #fuck vivziepop

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satorena · 5 months

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Hihi! So first off, just wanna lyk that I luv ur aesthetic 4 the blog! It's sososo cuteeee. I'm gonna attempt at making my own jjk blog and wanted 2 know how u decorate it? I dunno how to work it. Like, where do you get ur photos and stuff like that from? And how are u so good with wording?

hi nonnie !! this is such a sweet message, thank you 🫶🏾 you plan on starting off a jjk blog?? go for it 100% !! the fandom scares me a little but i’m sure i’m managing 🗿

NOW. for the pictures, your best bet is pinterest. depending on your vibe or own personal aesthetic, try searching it up on pinterest and find matching pictures. before this theme i had an earthy themed pinned, and to get those results i had searched up “earthy aesthetic”. simple as that !! for this one, “pink coquette aesthetic” . my pfps are usually through my pinterest boards.

if you’re looking for dividers, tumblr is a very good place for that. there are certain blogs that dedicate their times to creating dividers. if you search up “[colour] divider/banner” you’re bound to see multiple options. if the colour you’re looking for doesn’t show, you can always switch colours on picsart !!

for the wording, this one was actually heavily inspired by one of my mutual’s !! but usually when i make pinned posts, you have to know if you’re a minimalist or not. minimal and straightforward wording with a cute aesthetic is more likely to grasp my attention than an overly colourful, lengthy pinned.

you want to have information like your name/alias, age, pronouns, ethnicity if you want, the fandom you wanna cater, a link to your masterlist, a link to your rules and if you want it centred over an aesthetic (social media, youtube vlog, diary), a catchy hook would do the job too !!

i hope this was enough to help you out :) if you need more assistance (and not a minor) you can always privately message me !! i’d be happy to help 🫰🏾 good luck on building your blog !! x

#𝐔𝐇 𝐎𝐇! 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 📩

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ilikekidsshows · 6 months

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I found your ML meta and analysis posts by accident (i think i saw ur latest post abt adrien) and just noticed you have changed your icon into something matching the current spooky month so that's really cool! 😀I didn't think June's hair could be used for more pokemon but it fits haha and it's cool to see a familiar blog on my dash change their icon like this ^^ I'm also curious - have u seen the recent "ML Paris" special or are you thinking of seeing it? I know everyone is now more and more experiencing multiverse fatique from so many franchises doing their own episodes/movies w this theme, but I just find it a curious way to do character exploration. No spoilers but the special was imo kinda fun and also brought new questions into the fore, especially abt the kwami. Anyway, just wanted 2 comment abt the icon but then realized I could ask somerhing about Miraculous as well.

Thank you! My mutuals noted the same thing about Juniper hair going well on a surprising amount of Pokémon, so now I actually have a collection of pink-striped Pokémon icons to choose from. I’m glad other people liked the change too.

I haven’t seen the Paris special and, before people started posting about it, I was pretty sure I was going to skip it. I’m very suspicious about anything the show crew puts out for this franchise with what they ended up doing with seasons 4 and 5. I even ended up losing enthusiasm for the parts of the franchise I do enjoy, like seasons 1-3, and so I haven’t even seen the Shanghai Special yet despite intending to do so while season 4 was still picking up steam.

However, based on what everyone has been saying, it seems that the special managed to avoid everything I was worried about. With the way the show’s been treating Adrien, I had a lot of concerns over how an EvilAdrien take was going to go, but it seems it's not used to villanize Adrien and Adrien actually gets to influence the story of the special and his feelings are brought up and validated? We haven’t seen that since the Christmas Special. If I ignore all the nods at the seasons I despise and pretend this special doesn’t take place in the same timeline, I might be able to make it through this special.

Basically, I'm on the fence about watching the Specials.

Multiverses have been a superhero staple since All-Star Comics issue 3, which came out in 1940. It’s just that companies have only recently gained enough confidence in the superhero genre to go with the more outlandish genre staples. I’m trying to say that, as a superhero connoisseur, I don’t know the meaning of the term multiverse fatigue.

#miraculous ladybug #dats chats

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lilcatdraws · 1 month

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Okay😅 not to be that person, but could you answer ALL of the questions for the music ask game questions for J?💜❤️ I’m honestly really curious🤭👀

Thank you for the ask! 🥰💜💚

💿 - Give us a song that fits your f/o's vibe!

I’ve done this plenty of times lmao so I’ll give name some songs I haven’t really mentioned before:

War Pigs by Black Sabbath, Breathe by Pink Floyd, Blow Up the Outside World by Soundgarden, Bulls On Parade by Rage Against the Machine, Until It Sleeps by Metallica, Break on Through by The Doors, West Coast & Shades of Cool by Lana Del Ray, and Rotten Apple by Alice In Chains (okay this one is self indulgent but I feel like he’d listen to it and the rest of Jar of Flies when he’s in his feels)

I’ve said even more in this headcanon post.

🎙 - What song would you like to sing to your f/o?

Even though I’m not very confident with singing, I’d still sing to him. Probably Sunshower by Chris Cornell since it’s one of my all time favorite songs.

🎧 - Your f/o just found your music player! What song do they find playing on it?

I have a CD player but I don’t use it very often. The only cds I have are the 1994 and 2019 lion king soundtracks, Classic Disney vol. 1-3, the Prince of Egypt soundtrack, and Mad Season’s album Above. I want more cds so bad. I know nobody uses them anymore but they’re so cool! And no ads 😅

If J was to catch me using it, Mad Season or the 1994 lion king soundtrack would be playing. Those are the two I play the most.

🎤 - Your f/o caught you singing! What song would you be singing and how would you react? How would they react?

When I’m in the mood, I sing along to almost everything I listen to. So it would just depend on what J walked in on. It might range from P!nk to Korn lmao.

If he likes the song he’ll join me. If he doesn’t really care for it or doesn’t know it, he’ll just watch me and fixate on my voice. He doesn’t care what the song is, he just likes hearing me sing.

🎼 - Give us a song that matches your s/i's vibe!

Yes I’m A Mess by AJR. I was vibing so hard when this song came out. It’s totally me. I’m an utter mess all the time lmao.

Another one that fits me is Hand In My Pocket by Alanis Morisette. It’s about uncertainty and imo just making through life. I have no clue what I’m doing. I don’t have everything figured out just yet and deep down it scares me but I don’t care. I’m just living life until I figure everything out. I feel like a lot of people my age are the same way.

🎹 - Can your f/o play any instruments?

No…not officially. But I have like a little what if headcanon where J can play guitar. It just fits.

🎵 - What song would you recommend to your f/o?

Drumming Song and Cosmic Love by Florence + The Machine. I love those so much. I know it’s not really his thing but I’d like to see what he thinks. He’d probably like Drumming Song.

🎶 - If you could assign your f/o a musical artist, who would it be?

Um, probably Nirvana. Unique, weird, rock vibes is what I’m going for. J is all of those things.

🔊- Does your f/o like loud music?

Yes and no. J is a metal head. Loud music usually doesn’t bother him. But if he’s had a really hard day or he doesn’t feel well and the headache is splitting, he won’t listen to the loud stuff. It tends to make it worse. Instead he listens to acoustic rock, which has the same vibe but it’s calmer and easier on his ears.

💜 - Give us a song that describes you and f/o's relationship!

I don’t think this is very creative but And I Love Her fits us well. I really love Kurt’s version because that’s just my kind of music but the Beatles version works too. Can’t beat the original.

📀 - Does your f/o have a theme song? Show it to us! (Or give us one you think would be their theme song!)

Not a song but he has theme music. It’s Why So Serious? from the incredible genius Hans Zimmer. He wrote the soundtrack for a lot of my favorite movies and I love his work so much.

🕺- What song would you and your f/o dance to?

Dancing Queen by ABBA. I love this song! It gets both me and J moving 🤭

#ask game #j headcanons #ledger joker #lilcat’s rambles #self shipping

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high-guardian-spice-fan · 1 year

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The good points of: Rosemary

Other parts here

Today, I will write about our main protagonist: Rosemary.

Rosemary is not my favourite character and she is pretty flat. But a flat character doesn't mean an unlikable character!

But first, I just found the creator has a tumblr here and still publish art about the show so go check them! @dinoraye

(And if you don’t want to be tagged on all my post Raye, don’t hesitate to tell me in mp)

Her design

I already talk about the charadesign of the show, but I want to be more precise with each character.

I really like her charadesign! She matchs the mood of the show and she is easely recognizable.

First: her boots. Having short boots already told us a lot of things about Rosemary: she likes to go outside and having adventures but she's still a kid. Having this kind of shoes show us that she spend a lot of time running, jumping, climbing... that more classic shoes will be not adequate for. Her short socks also matchs the "still-a-kid" vibes.

Next: her dress. The bottom of the dress is big, fluffy, pink and is decorated with laces. It's her way to express her "femininity" and her originality. She is a warrior, but she is confident enough to fight in such a big dress. The top tells us the same thing: the leather over pink fabric and shoulder pads makes her looks like a warrior and the big bow and puffy sleeves of the shirt is the "feminine" touch.

We can also talks about that the short sleeves and the long mittens helps her to fight with her sword. Sword which reaches her shoulders! Which makes us see her as a competent warrior, but still a kid who needs to learn a lot. The sword design matchs her aesthetic, so it's good.

Finally, her big, pink, fuffly hair adds a lot to her shape. I love how the storyboarders and animators played with her hair and her hairstyles.

And kid Rosemary is adorable and I appreciate that her style evolved between before and now

Her personnality

For me - despite not having good character developpement - Rosemary's personnality is her greatest force. She is loud and a little bratty sometimes:

But she an energetic, optimistic and supportive friends. When she's on screen, she is overflowing with positivity and it's contagious! Even if the world is not the most original one, you can feel a little excited because Rosemary is!

And most importantly, her relationship with Sage is so genuine and adorable. Even when they both at fault, Rosemary tries her best to cheer up Sage and apologize to her. Clearly, Rosemary tries her best to protect her best friend.

If Rosemary had a real arc and evolution, she would have been one of my favourite character. And it’s really surprising because usually I hate this kind of character (Pinky Pie, Mabel, Star Butterfly...)

Her story and her arc

Rosemary... doesn't really evolved. She stays pretty much the same during all the show: she misses her mother, she's sad about it and the rest of the time she is this not really bright young girl but endearing who tries to have fun.

The story with her mom is really classic and we barely know anything about Lavender. But there is one scene I like:

This scene is tearfull. There is not a word, just a little and calm music in the background. It's just Rosemary with her memories about her mom when her best friend has a lot of supportive relatives. This is the best scene around this theme in the show and really, here you can see all the potential in her character.

Finally, her arc - as choppy and rushed it is - is satisfying. At episode 11, she's still the not-so-bright and childish girl and at episode 12 she's this strong and wise leader. At first, I didn't understand what makes her change like that. Sure, she had to kill the dragon, but it's not enough to make her change this quickly. But then, I rewatch it and I saw this:

What do we have here? We have her dragon plush of the intro, just an easter-egg. Two cats, one nice and one bad which are equals or maybe not, Olive being hurt and... a dog. This dog, it's Rosemary with her fluffy pigtails. And this dog Rosemary looks sad and worried for Olive. Rosemary didn't change in episode 11, she began at episode 9: Festival of Fall part 2.

She got scared for Parsley

She was mad at Olive for hurting her friends

She ran after Olive despite Sage telling her she's too reckless

She was worried for Olive when she hurted her

She even seems surprised to see blood on her sword

Look how terrified she looks

During episode 9, Rosemary fought her first real battle. She hurts someone that she thought was nice during the first encounter. It's a lot for her, outside of the examen in episode 7, she never really used her sword for hurting.

The show didn't really show it, but Rosemary changed at this moment. In the last episode, the adrenaline and the fear of hurting someone, especially her friends, push her to be a better leader and to not jump in the middle of the danger without a plan. This is a good arc.

Conclusion

Rosemary has a lot of potential as the main protagonist, her energy can be a quality and a flaws. And I love the fact that she can be a "feminine tomboy".

What do you think about Rosemary? Do you like her? If not, why?

#high guardian spice #rosemary #essay writing #review #analyze

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spurgie-cousin · 2 years

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In Lydia’s wedding post caption she says that Erin and Tori played piano and violin for the wedding, maybe that’s why their dresses are so far off from the rest of the family because they had performance roles? Though that doesn’t explain Michael also in pink, and it looks like Esther was in red?

Maybe!! Or maybe there was no official dress code and most of them just chose to match the theme, who knows. I don't think Micheal especially would be the type to show up in pink if she was asked not to, she seems like a people pleaser.

#queue

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 1 year

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Ace & Aroaceflux Button+Crossover Buttons (2023)

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[Note: Don’t Reblog Without Permission]

Credit for Undertale & Deltarune goes to Toby Fox

Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & Takara

Credit for FNAF goes to Scott Cawthon

Credit for FNAF Security Breach goes to Steel Wool Studios

Credit for Helluva Boss & Hazbin Hotel goes to Vivienne “Vivziepop” Medrano

Credit for Fallout Series goes to Bethesda Softworks

Credit for Mass Effect Series goes to BioWare

Credit for Steven Universe goes to Rebecca Sugar

Credit for My Little Pony goes to Bonnie Zacherle

Credit for My Little Pony Friendship is Magic goes to Lauren Faust

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it is possible some might need to click on this to make it bigger...

in the last post before this one, I had to make a edit....

yeah and I even added the buttons that I made on August 25, 2021 (The Ace Button one) and the one from March 21, 2023 ( the Decepticon Button)

anyway I decided to make a Aroaceflux Button, well there was another one I made before this one, you know the one that is in purple, white and green...

but then I decided to make another one, so it is in this...

I also made MLPFIM/Equestria Girls Buttons, which is just their cutie marks with some words on them, but it might be a bit hard to read...

Sunset Shimmer’s says: Empathy & Magic

Pinkie Pie’s Says: Merriment & Laughter

Applejack’s Says: Reassurance & Honesty

Rarity’s Says: Selflessness & Generosity

Rainbow Dash’s Says: Motivation & Loyalty

Fluttershy’s Says: Solace & Kindness

and lastly Twilight Sparkle’s Says: Perseverance & Magic....

also I want to say, that maybe I shouldn’t of posted that last post too early, but I wanted to post it and there was a reason why I wanted to wait a few days or even next month to post anything.

and I still need to think over about what happen a few days ago, that has to do with someone ignoring the “do not reblog without permission.”

well anyway, I guess I am feeling a bit more better sense that happen...

but it doesn’t mean I’m okay with it, and I can only hope that it doesn’t happen again.

I did try the best I could on these, one of the buttons that has to do with Steven Universe, is suppose to be White, Yellow, Blue and Pink’s Diamond Symbol on it with their Gems along with Different color Roses that match their color of their diamonds, along with some thorns.

the other button is suppose to be about the Crystal Gems, having Steven’s Gem in the Star, and having Garnet’s Gems at the top and having Sapphire and Ruby’s gems right next to Garnet’s gems.

the other gems that are in that drawing in that button, are Pearl, Bismuth, Peridot and Lapis Lazuli.

the button that is suppose to have Sundrop & Moondrop in it, it’s suppose to be like a “The Daycare Guard” Themed one, like whoever wears it ends up being the daycare guard.

and just like how the Ace & Aroaceflux Buttons have nothing to do with Cartoons or Video Games, the Earth Angel Button is well, it is just suppose to be a Rose with wings on each side and with the symbols for Air and Earth on it.

the Rose is suppose to be White, but with like a Rainbow like color to it...

I had originally wanted to draw a Rose that had to do with the Goddess, because of some info I had read, but I guess this is okay...

so yeah I ended up getting the weird idea to make a symbol for Earth Angels...

that of course has to do with a Rose and the symbols for Air & Earth....

I chose the purple color, because well it being my Earth Angel Button, I guess I wanted it to be like my violet ethereal wings, which if my pendulum is pranking me, they apparently have a habit of hugging around me when I feel nervous or upset, and go into Flame Mode when I get really mad....

(right now I’m listening to the “I Burn” from RWBY. lol)

anyway one of the other buttons, has Alastor & Blitzo in it, one of them is on one half of the button and the other is on the other half....so it’s like half Helluva Boss & half Hazbin Hotel....

I tried my best to draw them and tried to use the right colors from some crayons and coloring pencils on them, then once I was done I place them into a now formerly empty button, just like the others...

I’m thinking about making a Red Vs Blue one, it still sucks that I can’t get a DVD or Blu-Ray of Season 15.....and when I finally find one that is being sold here in the U.S.A, but it ends up being WAY too expensive, and I might have to wait even longer for it....which I still hate. I mean at least the ones being sold over at Australia are being sold at a fair price, and sadly I can’t get that season from there...

but it just gives me another reason to want to punch Mammon below the belt...

yeah I know it isn’t possible, but I can dream....

I just have to wait a little longer to get a DVD or Blu-Ray of that season...

anyway when I can, I will try to make a Red Vs Blue Button...

and maybe a RWBY Button.....

there is some other stuff that I think I will wait to post, I’m not sure if there be many people who will find these buttons interesting, and yeah still gonna call them “button-badges” but maybe, sometimes.

and I had to edit that last post that had the Ace & Decepticon Buttons in it.

I made the new buttons on March 23, 2023, (but once again the Ace & Decepticon Buttons were made on different days, and the Ace one was made around 2021.) and I had to do some editing on it today, to replace the word “Badges” next to the names with “Buttons”.....

anyway I’m going to check out some stuff on here, and maybe I will post more later or maybe tomorrow, but if I decide to wait a few days to post then I will.

so yeah, worked on this on March 23, 2023 and ended up posting it on March 26, 2023.....anyway that is all I have to say about it.

#aroaceflux #ace #earth angel #alastor hazbin hotel #blitzo helluva boss #steven universe #transformers #decepticon #fnaf security breach #sundrop fnaf #moondrop fnaf #deltarune #mass effect #fallout 4 #mlpfim #equestria girls #march 2023 #do not reblog without permission

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pink-insides · 2 years

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These are the smoothest, creamiest, well moisturized legs I’ve EVER seen. I don’t even have to see her face and I already know she’s gorgeous. 😍

#doesn’t match the pink theme but I HAD to post!#black girls #blackfeminity #blackgirl #dark skin femininity #dark skin #pink #pink edit #softgirl #aesthetic

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bitsandbobsofwriting · 3 years

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A new servant desperately struggles to understand what exactly Merlin is:

A cryptid? Arthur's boyfriend? Simply a dude? The court jester? Something else entirely? Who knows, certainly not the new guy.

The first time the new kitchen-hand, Tristan, saw The King’s dark-haired servant sprinting down the corridor, he couldn’t tell if the man was laughing or crying.

He was fast, faster than Tristan thought possible for someone whose arms were so full of laundry, but he politely steps out of the way, coming to the conclusion that he must’ve been late for something. At least... he did think that, until he turns the next corner to see three of The king’s most trusted knights peering out of windows and into random doors. Tristan freezes in the corridor, he’d heard that servants were treated extremely well here, but he’d only been employed for a few days and he didn’t want to risk anything by pushing past or addressing his betters.

One of the knights, Sir Leon, his brain helpfully supplies, spots him stood there, and his annoyed frown quickly morphs into a friendly smile:

“Pardon me, sorry, I don’t suppose you’ve seen Merlin around anywhere, have you?”

Tristan’s eyes go wide and the grip he has on his tray tightens, but he forces himself to take a breath and answer, trying his best to keep his voice even:

“Merlin is... The King’s manservant? Tall, with dark hair?”

Another knight pushes forward, he looks to be the oldest, with dark hair falling in an almost deliberately tousled way around his bearded jawline. His charming grin seems just a little too wide to be genuine, but Tristan isn’t quite sure if that’s because he’s about to take pleasure in punishing someone, or if he’s just being polite to a stranger:

“Yeah, yeah that’s him, seen him? Arsehole turned our shirts pink in the wash, and something tells me it was deliberate.”

Tristan gulps at the accusation and he takes a shaky step back, but before he can even think of defending the stranger that he now thinks must’ve been crying, the last of the three knights, a giant, if Tristan believed in such things, steps forward:

“Don’t worry, we won’t beat him too much.”

He says it with a grin and a quirk of his eyebrows, but once again the kitchen-hand can’t tell if it was cruel or genuine, if he was being sarcastic or not.

“Uh... yeah, he turned left at the end of this corridor, but I didn’t see where he went after that, I apologise.”

Sir Leon waves away his apology with a smile, looking to the long-haired knight with a raised eyebrow:

“The stables?”

The man grins widely, nodding his agreement as he turns his grin to the giant. Sir Leon offers Tristan another soft smile, murmuring his thanks before moving past him, elbowing the other two to prompt them in to thanking him as well. The three of them march down the corridor with almost vindictive smiles on their faces, and Tristan prepares himself to see a vacancy note, or possibly a funeral invite, posted on the notice board by the next morning.

When he passes a window that evening to see the King’s manservant being carried on the giant’s shoulders as five other knights pelt them with gloves, a grin on every face, he decides that... well... it’s probably best to just not to ask.

The next time he sees Merlin, a few days later, The King is also there.

This is the first time Tristan has been in Arthur Pendragon’s presence, and though the other servant’s all rave on about how awkwardly kind he is, he’s a bundle of nerves. Not even Cook’s stories about how often she whacks The King’s knuckles with a wooden spoon when she catches him about to pilfer something stops Tristan’s heart from racing.

The King was overseeing a few of the servants decorate the main hall for a feast, and whilst Tristan is certain that that’s not something The King normally does, he doesn’t question it, just thinks that maybe the other servants had been telling the truth, and he was a genuinely nice, but normal man.

Merlin stands at his side, and though Tristan can’t hear their conversation, the two of them are clearly bickering over something. The servant can’t help his curiosity, wanting desperately to move closer to find out what sort of things The King allows his servant to bicker with him about; luckily, the table right next to them has yet to be laid, so he moves towards it quickly. He doesn’t even glance at them, terrified of being caught out, but perhaps Merlin surviving the knights non-wrath the other day is encouraging him, and his steps don’t falter. Their words come in to focus, and he has to stop the confused, and slightly horrified, frown from spreading across his face:

“Arthur, I swear to the Gods, if you make me wear that hat again, I’ll piss in your wine and serve it to you in front of a crowd.”

The King scoffs just as Tristan shakily begins laying down the cutlery:

“That’s treason, Merlin.”

“Do I look like I care? Not only will I piss in your wine, I will not hesitate to push you over a balcony at the first opportunity. This hall is high up and it’s a long way down to the gardens. He drank toxic wine and turned loopy and tipped himself off a balcony and went splat! That’s what people will say. I’m not wearing the Godamn hat.”

Tristan has to focus extra carefully to stop himself from gasping; Merlin just threatened to kill The King... that’s got to be a death sentence. Pissing off some knights that he’s obviously friendly with is one thing, but threatening to kill The-

“Ha ha. Very funny. If you can’t tell, Merlin, I’m being sarcastic, I know you struggle with complex concepts like that.”

Merlin just rolls his eyes, crossing his arms as he says with no hesitation:

“My mind is more than capable of coping, My Lord, it’s your belt I worry about being able to cope nowadays.”

Tristan bites his tongue to stop himself from yelping and turns away so neither of them can see his horrified face. The King just makes an outraged noise in the back of his throat, and Tristan can hear Merlin snort in laughter at whatever expression Arthur was wearing to match such a noise:

“Go to the stocks. I want you there for three hours.”

Tristan lets out a confused breath; Merlin threatens to kill The King, and gets playful sarcasm, but he implies The King might be a tad overweight, and gets sent to the stocks for three hours? How is that-

“Yeah... no. Not happening. The feast starts in less than two hours and I still have to help Guinevere organise some stuff in the courtyard, do Gaius’ rounds for him, then put an extra hole in your belt and help you get dressed because, despite being a grown man, you’re still an idiot who’s incapable of putting clothes on in any sort of decent manner.”

Tristan finds himself relaxing a little. This seems to be the norm for them, but surely... surely The King had a line somewhere, and a servant just flat out refusing to be disciplined must be where it lies?

Arthur just scoffs, and Tristan angles his head in such a way that he can see him roll his eyes:

“Fuck off.”

Merlin grins, seeming to cast a suspicious gaze over the room to make sure no one was watching and somehow completely missing Tristan stood just there, before saying quietly:

“You love me really, you prat.”

With that, Merlin reaches up to yank at a lock of The King’s hair before hurrying off in the direction of the courtyard before Arthur can react. The King jumps slightly, clearly caught by surprise as an annoyed flush rises on his face, but Tristan just frowns in confusion when his shock gives way to a softly amused smile.

Huh.

The next few times Tristan saw Merlin made him fear for the servant’s safety. He was being taken on hunts by The King and his knights, that’s meant to be for squires, to learn the ropes and gain experience in tracking and riding.

He supposes it isn’t entirely unheard of for a servant to follow their master on a hunt, but with the way Merlin complains without pause, and The King in turn complains about his complaining, he thinks it would better for everyone if Merlin just... didn’t go. When he brings it up to another servant, a lovely woman named Guinevere who had helped him get unlost at least three times in his first week, she just laughs and smiles at him pityingly:

“I wouldn’t worry, those two have been like that forever, they’re practically inseparable.”

Tristan responds with a rather intelligent sounding:

“...What?”

Gwen laughs softly again, shaking her head and patting his shoulder consolingly:

“You’ll get used to it, they’re just... like that.”

She gives him one more smile before turning to wave the boys out of the gates and walking back to the castle as if this were the most normal thing in the world. Tristan supposes that it probably is.

The next time Tristan sees Merlin leave the city gates with the knights, Sir Elyan, Sir Mordred, and Sir Lancelot this time, it’s distinctly worse. Because he’d caught sight of the patrol rota last time he ran food down to the training ground, and he was certain that those three had a city patrol right about now.

Before he even has time to gape in shock, he hears Merlin’s pleading voice as he trails Sir Elyan like a lost puppy:

“Please, El, I promise to stay out of the way, I will do anything, but I swear to the Gods if I have to spend one more minute around that prat, I’ll hurl myself from the battlements.”

Swearing to the Gods and threating to hurl various people, including himself, from significant heights seems to be some sort of theme for The King’s manservant. Before Tristan can consider the implications of that, Sir Elyan turns to Merlin with a wide, teasing grin on his face:

“You know, I would’ve let you tag along for free, Merlin, but now that you’ve promised me something I feel the need to take advantage.”

Tristan tenses at that, a shot of ice spiking down his spine. He has keen eyes and sharp ears, he knows that Sir Elyan is the lovely Gwen’s brother, Sir Mordred seems to have an... odd worship for the servant, and he’s definitely picked up on the close bond between Merlin and Sir Lancelot, but is this where Camelot’s image comes crashing down in Tristan’s head? He knew that it was better here for servant’s than other Kingdoms, but there are always people who’ll take advantage of their position, no matter where you are. Merlin’s shoulders just drop and he asks in a sulking voice:

“What do you want?”

Tristan grits his teeth, moving his gaze so no one would catch him glaring at the knight as he tries to figure out a way to help, a way to get this virtual stranger out of being... abused, in such a manner. If he’d carried on glaring, he would’ve noticed Elyan’s soft smile and amused raised eyebrow:

“Next time you gather herbs for Gaius, bring back some more of those flowers that you got for Gwen. She said they added vibrancy to the house, whatever that means, but they make her happy, so...-”

Merlin just giggles and nods and Tristan relaxes, looking back to them with a confused smile on his face. That was... actually kind of sweet, he can definitely see the resemblance between the knight and his sister:

“-AND I want whatever Arthur’s having for dinner tonight, his food always looks way nicer than ours.”

Merlin lets out a faux annoyed groan, but then rolls his eyes and grins, nodding:

“Consider it done. Can we go now? I really don’t want to risk him seeing me and giving me some stupid chore to do.”

Elyan laughs and nods, and the four of them begin making their way out of the courtyard and into the city. Sir Lancelot finally joins the conversation, clearly amused as he says:

“You know it’s literally your job to do chores, right?”

Merlin turns to glare at him as Sir Mordred and Sir Elyan laugh, and Tristan only just hears his reply as the castle gates shut behind them:

“Fuck off.”

Tristan decides it would be pointless to bring this up to anyone again, he figures he’ll probably just get the same answer as last time.

The next confusing incident happens only a few days later. But Tristan supposes that at this point... it really shouldn’t be confusing. Gwen was right, he did just... get used to it.

He heard the steps pounding down the corridor before he saw him, but they were coming fast and hard, so he presses himself against the wall, holding the tray to his side to protect it as best he could as Merlin comes skidding round the corner.

He stops just long enough for Tristan to calm himself by spying the wide grin on his face, but he’s quickly sprinting down the hall again, laughing as he waves whatever it is he’s got clutched in his hands. The second set of loud, rapid footsteps stops Tristan from stepping away from the wall quite yet. Just a moment later, Sir Gwaine follows Merlin’s skidded path around the corner, though the heavier man overshoots slightly and he runs into the wall opposite Tristan with a crash and a deep groan.

The rebellious knight gives a wide-eyed Tristan an awkward nod before pushing himself off the wall and following Merlin’s blazing trail, screaming down the corridor:

“I warned you Merlin!! Don’t come between a man and his ale, now give that back you bastard!”

Tristan hears Merlin’s laughter grow louder, even from the two corridors away that the other servant had managed to race to.

He shrugs to himself, waiting for a moment to see if anyone else was going to come barrelling around the corner before sighing, and continuing his journey up to the visiting Lord’s chambers.

It was unusual, he thought, how quickly he’d come to terms with the fact that a servant was sassing The King and pranking the knights and inviting himself on various hunts and patrols that he really had no business on. Unusual indeed.

He’d learnt to ignore it. Or at least brush it off.

In the two weeks since Merlin had (presumably) stolen Sir Gwaine’s skin of ale, he’d seen the servant call The King a long list of imaginative insults (what the hell is a dollop head?), walk around with Sir Leon’s cloak on because he was a little chilly, accuse someone of treason (and somehow been right about it), and threaten to kill at least seven people; including, but not limited to: The King himself, The King’s already dead father, some stuck up Noble (though that was under his breath, Tristan just happened to be stood next to him), and Sir Percival.

And Gwen was... absolutely right. He's just... like that. He's Merlin, and that’s what Merlin does.

So when he turns a corner in a rarely used to corridor to see him pressing The King against a wall, snogging the life out of him, Tristan simply turns around and walks back the other way. Both of them look fairly happy with the arrangement, and they’d probably chosen this corridor for the exact same reason Tristan had: it was out of everyone’s way, and was unlikely to be inhabited.

He thinks it’s odd, how... un-odd he finds it. He absent-mindedly thinks that, with the way they acted around each other, he really should’ve seen this coming. A sudden thought occurs to him, and he ducks into a storage cupboard, laying his tray down carefully as he rummages through the boxes. He lets out a quiet “Yay” when he finds what he’s looking for, carefully picking up his tray with only one hand and nudging the door open again with his hip.

He walks back towards the corner he had just turned (and turned again) making a conscious effort to keep his steps quiet; he places the danger sign, usually used where walls had collapsed or windows had been smashed, in the middle of the corridor, a clear indication of “Do Not Enter”.

He nods smugly at his quick thinking and easy handy work before mentally planning the quickest route to the kitchens and following it hurriedly.

He casually wonders if he has time to circle around to the other end of the corridor so he could put another sign down before Cook gets angry at him for being late. Probably not. At least, not before they... finish up and move on. Hmm. He suddenly panics about the thought of them seeing the sign and knowing that someone had spotted them but... well. Hopefully they would just appreciate it and move on.

Yet again, he decides not to bring this up to anyone. He may or may not have overheard a few of the knights making some sort of bet, and he may or may not want to watch on with amusement as they fail to realise that all of them have already lost.

Tristan smiles to himself; working here had turned out to be rather entertaining, in the end.

THE END

I know it’s short, but I really didn’t know what else to add without it sounding like I was just repeating myself over and over😅

I hope y’all enjoyed it!!

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crikeygatormate · 2 years

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I Will Always Return (Pt.5)

Summary: You were the daughter of the mayor of Wrywood back when the wild west was more than just a movie genre. Your father was a sly politician who managed to find himself stuck between a rock and a hard place with a large crime group that resided in the city and the west’s most notorious group of outlaws. Somehow you find yourself stuck in the middle.

Warning: PLEASE READ :) Dark themes, violence, blood, guns, gun violence, graphic death, character death x2, hair pulling (not in a fun way), near-death experience, alcohol mention, trashy father smh, typos (If I missed any please let me know!)

This was really hard to write, probably cause I got the end figured out and I didn't want to rush anything, but I hope yall like it :)This part is a little shorter just so the last part can have everything together. Thank you all for the support too, it makes me so happy to see everyone liking it! Warms my cold heart

Part 6!

Part Five

You didn’t talk for the majority of the ride back to your town. Izuku talked some, glancing back at you every once and a while to make sure you were still awake. Not like you would be able to fall asleep. You were nervous about what was going to happen in the next couple of hours.

There was no telling what Keigo would do once he got his hands on you. Would he really just check to see if you matched the wanted posters, or would he do something worse? You gulped as the wiser part of your brain whispered that you should have never returned to Bakugou after you parted ways.

“How ya holdin’ up?” Izuku’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Alright,” you answered, frowning as you both passed over White Tail River. The water had gone down significantly since that day Bakugou had planned for you both to cross.

“You sure?” Izuku asked as his horse trotted up the bank and back on to the prairie.

You sighed, “well no. Not really, which is pretty obvious.”

Izuku’s face warmed and he turned back around to maneuver his horse through the treeline. “Right, sorry, stupid question.”

“It’s fine,” you muttered, watching the night sky start to morph into the colors of dawn. The sky was turning hot pink just like yesterday. Which meant there was another storm coming. You almost felt like the recent weather was reflecting your storm of emotions. You sighed, “so you think this plan is gonna work?”

Izuku nodded, “it should. Keigo doesn’t know I am still in contact with Bakugou. So, he shouldn’t be suspicious when I come to take you away.”

Your stomach churned at the thought of being with Keigo again. There really was no telling what was gonna happen. Even though Izuku’s words comforted you a little, you had a gut feeling that something would go wrong.

“I’ll keep you safe, Y/n,” Izuku told you seriously as your small town came into view. He stopped his horse and turned his head to look at you, “I’m bein’ serious.”

You blinked, almost wishing to shrink away from his intense gaze. It was a relief to hear how serious he was, but a part of you wished you were staring into a pair of red eyes instead of green ones. “Thank you.”

Izuku smiled at you before urging his horse forward again. It didn’t take long for your hometown to appear in the distance. In a way, you were happy to see the town and all of its little shops and stores. You could see that there were a few people milling around, probably getting some early morning groceries from the market.

As you got closer you began to notice your face was plastered on almost all the storefronts, with your bounty posted at the bottom. You gulped, making eye contact with the drawing. They made you look ferocious, eyes wild, a large grin. It didn’t even look like you.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your home. Even though it’s roughly been three weeks since you’ve last seen it, a lot has changed. Your garden was dead, all the plants were ripped out by the root. Your belongings were scattered on the front lawn.

It stung to see how easy it was for your family to believe the lies that Keigo had spread. With a sigh, you slid off the side of Izuku’s horse and he briefly followed you. With a sigh you looked up at Izuku with furrowed brows, “you think this will work?”

Izuku waited a moment before nodding, “yeah it will. I’ll see you soon, try not to worry, okay?” With that, he turned his horse and cantered back to town.

You nodded, having to believe that the plan would work. You had faith in Izuku. He was a good man and you trusted him. You came to a stop outside your front door and held your breath as you knocked on the door.

Within seconds the door was opened, revealing your father. He looked worse for wear. Pekid and sweaty. His clothes were frumpy and the stench of alcohol slammed into your senses. His eyes lit up at the sight of you and a drunken smile crossed his features, “I knew you would show up here you terrible creature.”

You frowned, feeling your chest tighten at his words.”Just get on with it. Go get your fucking money.”

Your father grinned as he slinked back into the dark house and reappeared with some rope and harshly tied it around your wrists, making you wince. He shut the door behind him as he began to walk you to town. “That outlaw close by?” he asked, his gaze shifting across the horizon, “watchin’ me?”

You kept your mouth shut, refusing to even acknowledge his question.

“Bet he sent you back to make me give him his money,” your father cackled, shaking his head as hysterical laughter bubbled from his lips, “like hell I’ll do that. I’m gettin’ the hell out of this town, far away from here,” he muttered.

Your eyebrows furrowed at your father’s paranoia. He looked like he had lost his mind. “Why are you leaving?” you asked, curiosity getting the best of you.

“You think I’m going to stay here after the town found out about my scandal? They want nothin’ to do with me, the house is getting taken by the bank in a week's time. Not to mention, I’ll have my own bounty soon once enough people come forward as witnesses from the party,” he grumbled, shaking his head.

“Serves you right,” you spat, “you think you deserve anything good after what you did?”

“I did what I needed to do,” your father shot back, trying to hold onto what little dignity he had left.

“Whatever, I hope you rot,” you snapped as you came to a stop outside of the sheriff’s office.

Your father laughed, it was dry, “the only one of us that will be rotting is you, my dear.”

You were seething as you watched your father open the door to the sheriff's office. He yanked you in, causing you to stumble in after him.

The door shut behind you and you immediately locked eyes with Keigo. He was sitting behind the desk with his boots propped up. He looked terrifyingly calm as his golden gaze danced between you and your father.

Slowly you watched as he began to grin, his lips pulled up into his cheeks with a sense of malice at the sight of you tied next to your father. He moved quickly from his seat, long limbs retracting from the table as he stood up.

You shivered, feeling your heart leap into your mouth as he continued to watch you. There were only two things in this world that made you feel like you should drop everything and run. Those were spiders and Keigo Takami.

In fact, Keigo reminded you of a spider. He was cunning, building a web of lies that he would entrap his prey in. And at the first sense of danger, he would recoil back into his web, waiting for the right moment to strike.

He never walked over to you, deciding to stay in the shadows by the side of the desk instead. It made you nervous as you watched his gaze dance between you and your father. It was like he knew this was a setup.

“Well look what the cat dragged in,” Keigo finally said.

Your father laughed, it was loud and forced, “she came back all on her own, probably knew it was best to turn herself in.”

Keigo hummed, standing from his seat and making his way over to you both. “Is that so?”

Your father nodded aggressively, “it is. Now, this is her right? The one that killed your comrade?”

Keigo narrowed his eyes, outstretching his hand to grip your chin between his cold fingers. “I think so.”

You tried to recoil, but he held your face steady as he dug his fingers into your cheeks, his nails making small crescents on your skin.

“Oh yes, this her,” Keigo concluded, a grin of satisfaction stretching across his face.

“Good good, now where is my money?” your father asked, letting go of your rope and rubbing his palms together.

“Let's not be hasty now,” Keigo said, glancing back at the door that led to the sheriff’s personal office.

“I don’t have time to wait, just take her and be done with it,” your father snapped, growing restless.

Keigo sighed, looking rather annoyed, “you people make things so hard for me.” Just like before you watched frozen as Keigo yanked out his pistol and pressed it into your father's forehead. “Walk,” he hissed as he bent down to quickly grab your rope.

“Whoa!” your father hissed, eyes wide as he almost fell back, “the hell are you doin’!”

“Shut the fuck up old man unless you want a bullet in the head,” Keigo snapped as he kicked the back of your father's knees making him stumble towards the back office.

“Okay! Okay!” your father choked stumbling towards the back door.

“What are you doing!” you hissed, yanking back on your rope, eyes wide. Did your entire plan fall through? How did Keigo know something wasn’t right. Bakugou and the others weren’t even here.

Keigo ignored you, herding your father into the back office. The door opened and your eyes immediately started to water at the scent of death. It hung heavy in the air making you cough.

“Hell,” your father coughed, seeing the crumpled body of your sheriff shoved in the back corner of his office, “you did this?” he asked, eyes wide as he stared up at Keigo.

Keigo grinned, shoving your father to the floor, next to the body. “Oh no, I didn’t do anything. It’s all her fault,” he said while shaking his head, “just like with Tokoyami, right Y/n?”

“Don’t do this,” you croaked, not even able to look at the body. You have known the sheriff since you were little. He was a nice man, a good one. Saved your town plenty of times from criminals. He was older now but still had enough kick in him to fight off crime.

But not Keigo.

“Y/n didn’t do this, it’s obvious you killed Toshinori,” your father babbled, his gaze shifting between you and Keigo until he finally realized that you were in fact innocent.

“Oh yes she did, after killing Tokoyami, Y/n seems to have a thirst for blood now,” Keigo began as he pressed his pistol harder into your father’s forehead. “She came back home to get rid of her father, which the whole town knows you two despise each other, especially now.” He shrugged, golden eyes shifting to Toshinori’s body, “and little ole’ sheriff got in the way, she had to take him out too.”

“Please Keigo,” you choked out, grabbing at his arm, but he promptly shoved you away from him, hard. You stumbled falling back against the wall with a thud. You hated your father, but this… this was something you didn’t want to watch again.

“Beggin’?” Keigo leered, his golden eyes were wide with bloodlust, “now that’s not like you? Where’s your fight?”

“Y/n,” your father said between quick breaths, “don’t do anything, give em’ what he wants.”

You sniffled, and shook your head, “I can’t, I let him do this once, I can’t let him do it again.” So you stood up, not sure what to do except charge at Keigo and try to knock him over, maybe wrangle the pistol out of his hand.

You slammed into Keigo with a grunt, trying your best to fight back but all he did was laugh and easily pull you back from his side. How could you think that you could take him on? After all, he was trained in combat.

“Nice try,” Keigo cooed, yanking your head away from his side by your hair, “I can see why you’ve caught his attention, haven’t met too many people with so much spirit.”

Your mouth soured as you stared up at Keigo. This whole time, he knew that this was a plan. Knew that you were with Bakugou, even if it was for only a little bit. How could you be so naive to think that he didn’t know? Someone who has evaded the law after so long was surely cunning. “Keigo please, I don’t know why you’re doin' this?”

Keigo hummed, yanking your head back further to see the fear glint in your eyes, “I’m doin’ it because I like it. I like the chase, I like seein’ people squirm. You all are so easy to fool, walkin’ around like sheep.”

“You’re terrible,” you spat, reaching up to dig your nails into his forearm, “Bakugou’s gonna get you, all of them are.”

“Oh, you think so?” Keigo chuckled darkly, “I don’t, Bakugou is always two steps behind and far too late. He always has been, and always will be.”

You narrowed your eyes as Keigo yanked you up by your hair, making you yelp.

“Now, where was I?” Keigo hummed, turning his attention back to your father, “right, well best get to it.”

You screamed as your father mouthed out an apology before he shut his eyes. The shot fired and you flinched as blood sprayed your face. You never wanted this to happen. Not again. Another death blamed on you. Before you could register what was happening you were being dragged out of the sheriff’s office like a limp doll.

Keigo opened the door and was surprisingly met face to face with Izuku who was about to knock. For the first time since you’ve seen Keigo, he was caught off guard. “Izuku?”

Izuku’s gaze snapped to you, tracking the thick blood that was sliding down your skin. “Keigo,” he said, his voice even.

“What brings you here?” Keigo asked, shutting the door behind him and placed his hand back on the handle of his pistol.

Izuku’s gaze snapped away from you, not missing Keigo’s hand now on his pistol. “Just passin’ through, thought I’d pay Toshinori a visit.”

Keigo hummed, a bead of sweat rolled down his temple. “Toshinori’s out. Had me lock up the office, takin’ this one to the county prison.”

Izuku swallowed thickly, “I see.”

The tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. The two men before you seemed locked in some sort of standoff and before you knew it, Izuku had yanked your rope out of Keigo’s hands and pulled you behind him, all while pulling out his pistol and pointing it at Keigo. “Don’t move,” Izuku hissed, backing down the steps.

Keigo sighed, scratching the side of his head, “well maybe you got the jump on me this time.”

You gripped Izuku’s shirt tightly between your fingers as you watched Keigo with wide eyes. Did you and Izuku actually catch Keigo off guard? You felt Izuku’s muscles tense beneath your fingers as Keigo began climbing down the steps.

There was a feeling of impending danger in the air. You knew, Izuku knew it, hell the whole town knew it. You could see the stores around you start to shut their windows and lock their doors. The streets were starting to empty and before you knew it both men were standing in the street, about six feet apart watching each other closely.

“What’d he do?” Izuku hissed at you, not taking his eyes off Keigo.

“He killed Toshinori and my,” you paused, feeling your throat tightened, “he killed my father. It seems like he knew we were comin’.”

“Shit,” Izuku said quietly, “how the hell did he know we were comin’?”

You shook your head trying to push down your growing panic. “I don’t know.”

Keigo looked relaxed in front of you both, tense, but relaxed. Which was unnerving. It was almost like he had his own plan. Your eyes widened in realization. Keigo had told you he’s always been two steps ahead of Bakugou and he could never catch up. Why was that?

You gulped, that only meant one thing, he wasn’t working alone.

“Izuku, we need to leave, Keigo, he’s not working alone, he’s-” you began but you were promptly cut off when a pistol was pressed into your lower back.

“He’s got a partner,” a familiar voice spoke from behind you.

You and Izuku both turned your heads to see Denki Kaminari standing behind you both. He yanked out another pistol and pointed it at Izuku’s forehead.

“Kaminari?” Izuku breathed out, still keeping his pistol pointed at Keigo, “why?”

Kaminari shrugged, he looked pissed. “I was gettin’ sick of working under Bakugou, havin’ him piss all on me. Takes me for granted he does, always callin’ me useless. Do I look useless now?” he hissed.

“I can’t believe it,” Izuku hissed, “you know what this bastard has done and you’re working with him?”

Kaminari shrugged, “like you haven’t killed anyone, Izuku. You’re not clean.”

“Never in cold blood,” Izuku snapped back, “the hell do you want with us?”

“We don’t want either of you,” Keigo said from behind you, taking the opportunity to move because Izuku was distracted. Before either, you or Izuku could move Keigo had shot Izuku in the shoulder making him drop his pistol on the ground.

You flinched and immediately went to grab Izuku’s side as he screamed, grabbing his shoulder with his free hand. “Izuku!” you shouted trying to remain calm as Kaminari yanked you away from your friend. “If you want Bakugou why are you attacking us!”

Keigo chuckled, shaking his head, “you’re a little dim aren’t you?”

You bared your teeth at him as you watched Izuku sink to the ground, blood starting to pool from his shoulder.

Keigo shook his head again, “I’ve known Bakugou a long time, and I know how much that one means to him,” he explained, looking towards Izuku and then back at you, “and now my good pal here has told me that you mean a good deal to him now too. So why wouldn’t I take the two people he seems to care about the most?”

“He won’t come, he’s not stupid,” you hissed.

“Oh he will,” Kaminari said, yanking you up closer to him, “in fact, they should all be here soon. Honestly, can’t thank you enough for making this easier with the plan you told us last night. Killed two birds with one stone.”

“You asshole,” you snapped, turning to look at Kaminari, “you’re gonna get it when he gets you.”

Kaminari laughed loudly and shook his head. He decided to not answer you and instead pick you up and slung you over his shoulder. “You got Izuku?” Kaminair said to Keigo.

Keigo nodded, and he bent and surprisingly hoisted Izuku onto the back of his horse.

“Wait!” you shouted, kicking at Kaminari as you tried to squirm out of his grasp as he hastily tied another set of ropes around your ankles with one hand, “the hell are you doin?”

“Shut up,” Kaminari hissed as he threw you over the back of his palomino and got into the saddle.

—--------------

You rode to the edge of town and to your horror both of them stopped by the train tracks. Even though you fought back, it still wasn’t enough to overpower either man as they tied you and Izuku together on the tracks.

“When’s the train comin’?” Keigo asked as he finished stuffing a bandana into your mouth.

“Thirty minutes, give or take,” Kaminari answered with a shrug, “Bakugou knows they’ll be here.”

You squirmed in your restraints trying to find a way to wiggle out. A scream of frustration tore through you as you yanked on the restraints again. The sun was hot and glaringly bright as it reached its peak point in the sky.

Which meant it was noon.

You knew the train always came through your town shortly after rnoon.

You squirmed again, tears rolling down your cheeks as you tried for the hundredth time to yank out of your restraints. You needed to get out of here and save Izuku. Your heart broke thinking of your friend tied against you. You could feel his blood soaking into your shirt, the one he bought you.

He wasn’t moving behind you, which had you worried. Was he still alive? Or was he passed out? This was all your fault, you should have never made him come with you. If only you knew how to fight well enough. More tears leaked out of your eyes as you kicked again, feeling the train rails start to rumble.

This was the end then? Used a piece in Keigo’s chessboard to get to Bakugou? You had no idea why he even wanted Bakugou. He was a man possessed it seemed.

You shut your eyes, feeling the ground vibrate. At least you tried. You really did, you fought all the way up to the end. You exhaled, bunching your muscles as the vibrations grew louder.

The sound of gunshots echoed around you and you opened your eyes to see two horses leap over the train tracks next to you. Your eyes were wide as you noticed Kirishima and Mina take off after Keigo and Kaminari.

Two more horses skidded to halt next to you, briefly rearing as their hooves slammed down in front of your face. Sero was the first off his grey horse, scrambling to Izuku’s side as he began slicing through the rope.

You blinked and Bakugou was suddenly in front of you, swearing up a storm as he yanked out his hunting knife and began sawing through the rope.

“Fuck, hurry up Sero, the train’s almost here,” Bakugou barked, his red gaze jumping to the train that was starting to grow closer to all of you.

“I know!” Sero hissed, glancing at his hands covered in blood, “one of them is hurt bad.”

Bakugou and you finally locked eyes and he yanked the bandana out of your mouth and tossed it to the side.

“It’s Izuku, Keigo shot him in the shoulder, his left one,” you said quickly, your voice was hoarse.

The train was so close that the tracks were starting to rattle, and the conductor yanked on the whistle, and stuck his head out of the side, screaming at all four of you to get off the tracks.

Your heart was slamming in your chest as Bakugou began working on the knots on your legs, and now that your hands were free you were hastily helping him as best you could.

Sero finally got Izuku out of his restraints and yanked him to the side of the railroad, ripping off his flannel to look at his wound. You glanced back at Bakugou, who was still struggling to get your ankles untied.

“There’s no time,” you breathed out, the train would hit you in less than a minute now, “Bakugou.”

“Shut the hell up,” he snapped, his voice catching as he cut through another rope.

“Bakugou,” you hissed, your eyes watering as the horn whistled again.

With one final tug, he got you loose and quickly yanked you off to the side just as the train flew past you both. The sound of the train passing screamed in your ears as you briefly shut your eyes. If Bakugou had taken a second longer both of you would have been hit and gone in a matter of moments. He held you close to him, one large hand was pressed against the back of your head, keeping you close to his chest and the other was circled around your waist. He had you turned too, tucked away from the train as it sprayed gravel against his back as it passed.

As fast as the train came, it was gone, leaving behind a rush of wind and you kept your face pressed against Bakugou’s chest, breathing heavily as your adrenaline started to fall.

“Look at me,” Bakugou’s deep voice rumbled in his chest.

You looked up, feeling some of your hurt from yesterday rebloom in your chest. His rejection. You haven’t had time to think about it, for obvious reasons, but having him here now looking down at you was hard. Albeit you owed him your life now.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, bringing both hands to cup your face as he turned your head, his eyes narrowing at the blood on your face.

You shook your head, “I’m okay, Izuku is he okay?” you asked, breaking your eye contact with Bakugou to look at Sero who was looking grim.

“He needs a doctor, it’s not a clean shot. He’s lost a lot of blood,” Sero said seriously.

“There’s one in town, it’s right next to the courthouse, you can’t miss it,” you said quickly, bringing your hands up to pull Bakugou’s away from your face. “There’s an old lady there, Chiyo, she’ll take care of him.”

Bakugou frowned, glancing away from you and to Sero, “take him there, make sure he doesn’t die, Sero.”

“No promises,” Sero said as he hoisted Izuku on the back of his horse before getting back on his, “you better get on after Mina and Kirishima, I’m sure they’ll be needin’ an extra hand or two,” he said and the to your shock he tossed you his pistol.

You scrambled to catch it and let out a sigh when you caught the heavy weapon. With that Sero kicked his horse's sides and took off towards the town.

Then it was just you and Bakugou alone.

“What happened?” you asked, breaking the brief silence, “with Kaminari?”

Bakugou’s face twisted up in pure anger at the mention of Kaminari, “fucker took off right after you and Izuku. While I was…distracted,” he said, rushing to the end of his sentence quickly before continuing, “left a note that Mina found in the stables the next morning.”

“I’ve never liked him, ever since he shot at me,” you said, rolling your eyes.

Bakugou huffed, “I shoulda known right when he shot at you, he was not one of us, no one else would have done that.”

“What makes you say that?” you asked truthfully, “I was runnin’ away, anyone could have shot at me.”

Bakugou shook his head, “nah, the moment I told them you were with us, you were never a target. Not even when you were runnin’ away.”

You raised an eyebrow as you watched him shift uncomfortably in front of you. He looked like he wanted to say something, but you knew this wasn’t the time to talk. “You need to go, Sero’s right, Mina and Kirishima need help.”

Bakugou’s gaze snapped to you, “and what about you?”

You shrugged, “I don’t have a horse, and both of us on yours would slow you down.”

Bakugou shook his head, “I’m not letting you out of my sight again, you know that right?” he said seriously as he turned his head and whistled, “lazy fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

There in the distance was your favorite companion. The big red gelding you’ve been with since day one. He was barely cantering as he slowly made his way towards you both and then came to a stop before you, nudging the top of your head with his nose.

You grinned and ran your hand along the side of his cheek. “I missed him,’ you said quietly, mostly to yourself.

“Well he’s your horse,” Bakugou said, “he’s never listened to anyone but you after all.”

Your eyes widened as you looked towards Bakugou, “you mean that?”

Bakugou nodded, his lips twitching up into a small smile at the sight of yours.

“Thank you, Bakugou, really,” you said seriously as you got onto your horse, and watched Bakugou get onto his.

Bakugou shook his head, “it’s nothin’ and-” he paused, glancing at you briefly before, “-it’s Katsuki.”

You blinked, your eyes wide as you watched him kick his horse's sides and take off after Mina and Kirishima. You were close behind, standing in your saddle as you raced after him. He wanted you to call him by his first name? Maybe he did care for you, in a twisted distant sort of way.

Keigo and Kaminari were right, he did come back for you like they said he would. You smiled a bit as you followed Bakugou into a sparse forest. Even though you were still hurt by his actions from yesterday, what he just said soothed the sting a bit.

However, your smile was quickly wiped from your face when you came out to the open prairie again. Far in the distance, you could see Kirishima and Mina trying to cut Kaminari off from Keigo but they weren’t having much luck.

“Shit,” Bakugou hissed as he looked to where they were headed. There was one place he refused to ride and that was through the bramble wood in the distance. It was impossible to ride through there without cutting up the horse you were on, but he knew those two wouldn’t care.

“What?” you asked as you moved in next to him, your heart was hammering in your chest. This would be your first fight and you were terrified.

“We’re turning back,” Bakugou announced, “we can’t follow them through those brambles, it would make all our horses lame.”

“But they’ll get away,” you responded, “can’t we go around?”

Bakugou huffed, glancing around his surroundings. He could go around, but it wouldn’t make sense to camp somewhere with those two on the loose, and that was probably what Keigo wanted. For him to lean into his temper and follow him.

There was no need to scramble now. He needed to plan, make sure to cover any possibilities Keigo could conjure for when he meets him for one final time.

“It’s fine, this is better, we need to plan again,” Bakugou finally said and then whistled loudly, watching Kirishima and Mina turn back around.

You nodded, trusting Bakugou’s instincts. If he thought it was unwise to follow Keigo and Kaminari you would go along with it. Honestly, you had no problem not facing Keigo after the day you had.

Soon Mina and Kirishima came to stop next to you and Bakugou, both panting and dripping with sweat.

“We almost had ‘em!” Mina said between breaths, “nicked Kaminari in the side with my bullet.”

Bakugou snorted, “I know, but I’m not goin’ into those brambles. You know Kaminari led Keigo over there for a reason.”

“But we almost got ‘em!” Mina argued.

Kirishima shook his head, “Katsuki’s right, Keigo always has a plan. He probably still had the upper hand on us somehow, but now that we let them go, we’re finally on an even playing field.”

Mina sighed heavily, raising her arms above her head, “fine, you’re right. I would have gone after them either way. How could I not, I hate a snake,” she hissed, referring to Kaminari.

You sniffled, listening to the three of them talk before all eyes were on you, making you freeze.

“What happened to you?” Mina asked, referring to all the blood on you. In fact, you were partially soaked in it just from Izuku’s gunshot.

You frowned, thinking back on your father's gruesome death. It was horrific the way he died. At least he knew that you were innocent at the end of the day. A terrible feeling of grief entered your chest and you looked away from Mina to hide the wobbling of your bottom lip.

Kirishima snorted and grabbed Mina’s reins, leading her away from you. They had to pass through the town to get to the tracks, and he saw the bodies in the street. He knew one of them was your father.

You let out a breath as Mina and Kirishima moved away from you.

“C’mon,” Bakugou said from next to you, “better get back before it’s dark.”

You nodded, remaining silent as you rode next to him back to town.

—-------------------

You had learned that Izuku had lived. Just barely, he had lost a lot of blood and if Sero was any later getting him to Chiyo, he would have died. You told the others that they could stay in your house since no one was there anymore. Your mother had apparently left your father shortly after you were kidnapped to live with your sister.

You were now seated in a small room where Izuku was sleeping. He looked bad, to say the least. His shoulder was stitched and wrapped but he looked like he was in pain, even in his sleep. Apparently, he wasn’t expected to wake up for a few days, but you felt immensely guilty that he had gotten hurt.

It was always someone else taking your place.

Bakugou was watching you closely from where he was seated next to you. He had joined you to check up on his friend, and he was rather surprised to see you reach out and grab Deku’s hand.

It made him frustrated, if that was the word, seeing you so gentle with Deku. What had happened in the past twenty-four hours that made you so close? Or were you always this close. He did leave you with him for five days.

You shivered, feeling the intense gaze of Bakugou burn holes in the side of your head. So you turned your head, locking eyes with him.

He held your gaze before letting it drift down to your hands intertwined with Izuku’s and then he stood up. “We better get going, we’ll be leavin’ in the morning.”

You nodded, gently placing Izuku’s hand on his bare chest before following Bakugou out of the tiny hospital. Apparently, no one batted an eyelash watching you follow the most infamous outlaw in the west out of the hospital and through the town. Or they were too scared to say anything now that your town had no law enforcement.

With a sigh you mounted your horse and rode next to Bakugou back to your house. He was quiet, but it was different. Not the same stoic quietness that you were used to, but an irritated quiet.

The whole way back he didn’t say a word.

You tried not to care, but it was hard not to. He was still ever-present in your mind, despite how hard you wanted to push away your feelings.

Once you got back to your house the storm you predicted would come through finally started to kick in. It was a gentle summer storm, with soft rain and rumbling thunder. You had put everyone's horses in Torino’s stable, without asking him, but you were sure he wouldn’t care. Then you made your way inside.

Your house was different on the inside too. All the furniture was gone, the plush carpet on the stairs was ripped out. So your father wasn’t lying when he said the house was going to be taken by the bank.

Mina, Kirishima, and Sero were already asleep on the floor, sprawled out on bedrolls, and probably thankful to not be out in the rain. You, however, made your way up to your room, well old room.

It was empty except for your feather mattress and a few clothes strewn about. Thankfully you found another shirt and a pair of jeans since your current ones were covered in blood. You set them out of the bed before making your way back outside and sitting on the porch steps, letting the gentle rain wash away the blood from your skin and clothes.

There was a lot on your mind tonight. Tokoyami, Toshinori, your father, and Izuku.

Their faces flashed in your mind as you rubbed your cheek, trying to get more blood off your skin. You hated blood. It was thick, hot, and the metallic smell was enough to turn your stomach.

The door opened behind you and you looked back over your shoulder to see that Bakugou was behind you. You watched him shut the door and walk out into the rain before sitting next to you. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his thighs, staring into your ruined garden.

“” M sorry ‘bout your father,” Bakuguo said after a long stretch of silence.

You nodded. He knew you didn’t like your father even now still, but it was nice of him to say something. “Thanks.”

Bakugou hummed, keeping his gaze set on your upturned tomatoes. They still had fruit on them.

You fell into silence again, watching the rain hit the earth and lightning flash softly in the distance. It was nice, but you were starting to grow ansty. Surely there was a reason he came out here and sat next to you so willingly.

“Quit squirmin’,' Bakugou said gruffly from next to you, watching you out of the corner of his eye.

You stilled, sighed heavily as you turned your body to face him, “why’d you come out here?”

“Am I not allowed to?” he asked, turning his face towards you and raising his eyebrows.

You shook your head, “no you are, I just-” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose between two fingers. “You made it seem like you wanted nothing to do with me after what happened, between us,” you blurted out.

Bakugou froze, eyes slightly widening at your confession. “I never said that.”

“Well, you implied it-”

“I just saved you from dyin’ today and you’re telling me that I want nothin’ to do with you?” he said, clearly growing agitated.

“No!” you cut in, folding your hands into fists, “no, I don’t mean that, and I’m so thankful you did save me, really, but why are you actin’ like everything is normal?”

“Well it is,” he answered dully, turning his gaze away from you again.

You frowned, he was so thick-headed. “Katsuki,” you began, which immediately got his attention again. His eyes snapped right back to yours and were wide with shock, “you can’t just pretend like nothing happened, at least I won't. I know you said that stuff doesn’t work out for you, which is fine”

You took a breath, finally coming to terms with your feelings. You liked him a lot. But if he wasn’t going to be there for you like that, then you couldn’t stay tied to someone who didn’t want you. Izuku was right, you needed a better man, someone who wanted to try, even if they were scared.

“But I’m not gonna stick around after this, I can’t-”

“It’s Deku isn’t it,” Bakugou interrupted, his voice was bitter.

“What?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. Now you were the one who was confused.

“I saw the way you were lookin’ at him, the way you were holdin’ his hand,” Bakugou admitted, his voice was quiet and low, “you care for him.”

You sighed, “I do care for him.”

Bakugou tensed from next to you, clenching his jaw as he moved to get up.

You frowned, reaching out to yank him back down, “stop runnin’ away, I’m not done,” you told him harshly as he sat back down again. This time you kept your hand on his sleeve, holding him tightly so he wouldn’t run off like he always does. “I care about him, but not in the same way I care about you. You piss me off to hell, and I hate how much of a hold you have on me.

Which is why I need to leave when this is over. I can’t keep lookin’ at you knowin’ you don’t want the same,” you admitted, feeling like a weight had been lifted off your chest.

Bakugou was still like he was stunned.

You let your gaze drop to the ground and you released your grip on his shirt and stood up. It was nice getting everything off your chest, but now the humiliation was starting to set in.

“You piss me off too,” Bakugou said, stumbling over his words.

You snorted, rolling your eyes as you looked down at him, “nice to know-”

“And you annoy the hell out of me, always got something snarky to say,” he continued his voice wavering a bit, “but you’ve got a strong spirit, I admire it.”

You froze, slowly sitting back down as he continued to speak.

“I like listening to you talk, you could talk to me about your stupid tomatoes for hours and I’d listen. I like riding with you, I just,” he furrowed his brows trying to find his next words, “I care about you too, and it scares the hell out of me. I’ve never felt like this for anyone before.”

You swallowed thickly, your eyes searching his as he waited for you to answer. You did start to smile though, which made him relax his shoulders that were bunched to his ears again. “It scares me too. I think it’s scary for everyone, really.”

Bakugou snorted, a smile slowly growing across his features, “gotta hard time believin’ that princess.”

Your face warmed as you both fell into a comfortable silence, just watching the storm pass in front of you. After a moment, he had moved closer to you to where his knee and shoulder were pressed against yours.

It was nice, you thought, a sweet moment shared between you both before the storm tomorrow.

#tw. violence #tw. death #tw.gun violence #tw. murder #tw. character death #bakugou x reader #tw. alcohol mention #iwar #outlaw!bakugou

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