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dovahkiin796 · 3 months

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Poppy Playtime: CH 3 (What-if Part 2)

John watches in both awe and terror as the metal, skeleton-like hand of The Prototype lowered from the same hatch CatNap jumped down from to get the jump on him. The giant purple cat backed away in fear at it.

Knowing he failed his God, he feared at what punishment he'll receive. But instead of a harsh punishment. The Prototype turned his hand around, as if wanting CatNap to take it.

At least that what it would look like to an outside viewer. But to CatNap. He knew what it truly meant... and he was very willing to it.

CatNap, real name Theodore Grambell, got onto his knees and waited for his God to take him. The Prototype pressed his sharp fingers together and rammed them through CatNap's mouth.

The death was instant. The large front legs fell limply to the floor and as if the giant cat weighed nothing. The Prototype lifted the dead Bigger Body off the ground and into the hatch.

As far as John knew. That was the last time he would see of CatNap. Getting up off the floor. John looks at his right GrabPack arm and sighs when seeing the green hand completely destroyed.

"I really hope I won't be needing it anymore." He said. Taking the elevator he used to get up to this power room back down. John completes his task by putting the blue battery into the wall socket and diverting the Red Smoke.

To his left he heard a door open. Walking through it, John finds himself in a massive room with a concrete covering hooked to some kind of crane system in the center.

"Good, you're here." Said the voice of Poppy from nowhere. "And you've done it again. The impossible. Just like I knew you would."

"I didn't do it alone. Had some good friends to help me on my journey." Said John with a soft smile. "...I wish more people like you worked here in the factory. Maybe... maybe none of this would have happened." Said Poppy.

Suddenly the lid was being raised. Revealing a long shaft and another elevator that would take anyone down it. "CatNap's gone... the Red Smoke is diverted... Everything is falling into place, thanks to you. But if we're to keep going then..." Poppy emerges from an open vent, stepping onto a platform with a VHS tape in her tiny hands.

The little doll correctly assumes John came back for his co-workers, wanting to know what happened to them. It was all over the news. Who wouldn't want to know? Around over 250 people suddenly vanishing without a trace. And he wasn't there to do anything to save even one person from just disappearing.

"This... this is your answer." Poppy raised the tape, so his focus was on it. "We called it "The Hour of Joy". She inserts the tape in a VHS player. John heard the sound of static and looked to where it came from.

On the ground floor with him he sees a TV. He walks up to it and sees from the POV of a CCTV camera of the main lobby with Huggy standing in the spot where John first found him. Though this time he was surrounded by dozens of people.

It looked like it was just another day in the factory. Till Huggy suddenly attacked someone by chomping down on them. The people all ran in terror with Huggy following them.

John watched in absolute horror as the feed would change to different cameras around the factory. He saw Mommy Long Legs reach out and grab three workers and crawled up to the ceiling out of the camera's view. Then only a few seconds later the workers she carried up fell to the ground. Blood splattered onto the floor.

John couldn't believe at the amount of carnage he was seeing. Everyone must've been so confused when the toys suddenly started attacking them. Some of the employees no doubt cornered themselves in an attempt to find a safe place to hide.

After watching the toy massacre everyone. All there was left to see were the bodies. They were everywhere! Just left in the spots where they were killed. The tape came to an end. John had to back away and process at what he just saw.

"I remember hearing every moment of it." Said Poppy in a tone that made it clear she was vividly remembering that horrible day. "It went on so long... So agonizingly long."

John continued to remain silent as heard Poppy recount it all. Remembering their cries, begging for God to save them, pleading to see their families. Poppy referring it as nothing but senseless slaughter that didn't fix anything. No one was spared and when it was all done. The bodies were dragged to the deepest part of the factory... and were then feasted upon by the toys.

Just then a door opens up and stepping through it is Kissy Missy and to John's joy she's holding DogDay in her left arm. When spotting the human, he waves at him. "Hey there Angel! I'm glad to see you're still alive. CatNap? ...is he...?"

"Dead." Is all John said. DogDay looks toward the ground in a thinking manner till saying. "I know I said I was the last of the Smiling Critters back at the Playplace. But I was referring to the fact me and the others didn't follow CatNap's belief in The Prototype. But with CatNap now dead... I'm truly the last."

Suddenly DogDay broke down into tears. Actual tears were falling from his eyes. "I... I wish the others were here! I wish they were still alive to see this day! Finally free from all the torment, all the suffering, all the misery! I wish... they got to meet you, Angel."

Kissy turned the Smiling Critter around and gently pressed his face against her pink fur. She then with her free hand started rubbing the back of his head. She knew hugging was Huggy's specialty. But she also knew kisses would not be the appropriate action to reassure DogDay.

John, feeling so sorry for his new friend, walks over to him. Knowing what the human wanted to do. Kissy crouches down to allow John to put his hand on DogDay's back and mimic Kissy's soothing gesture.

After a minute DogDay was able to calm down. He dried his pitch-black eyes with his hand and said. "Thank you, all of you, for saving me and keeping me safe."

"John here deserves all the thanks. It was he who made the choice to save you. Which is why I keep saying he... you John. Are perfect for this quest to finally put an end to The Prototype." Kissy hands DogDay to John who gladly took him and had him in the same position when they were escaping the Playplace.

He looked over his shoulder and smiled at him and despite the Smiling Critter was always smiling. John could tell DogDay was giving him a genuine smile in return.

Kissy took hold of Poppy and placed her on the elevator platform with John and DogDay following suit. "Are you ready for this DogDay?" John asked the Bigger Body.

Nodding his head. "I am. It's time to end that monster once and for all. Avenge my friends and those who were slaughtered during The Hour of Joy. So, they can finally be put to rest." The elevator slowly made its way down the shaft towards the home of The Prototype. John wasn't sure what he was going up against.

He only over saw the hand of The Prototype and only heard it was intelligent. But judging how Mommy Long Legs feared about being a part of him and CatNap's brief moment of fear at seeing the hand. The Prototype is leagues above Huggy, Mommy, and CatNap. But at least he wasn't alone in this. 'We'll make it. I believe in that.' He confidently thought in his head.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #dogday #oc #fanfiction #fanfic #what if #smiling critters

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mxomo · 1 year

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eating at home ♡ ︎miya atsumu

How Netflix & Chill goes when Atsumu feels like showing off. c/w: dick sucking, mild exhibitionism a/n: i reread hq final arc and this came out. i’m not sorry. i’m not.

He’s finally fallen into a routine with you now that the season has started and your projects have steadied, so you were both super busy still but your schedules lined up more which meant you got to spend more time together

Unfortunately that time was usually after a long day of work, so your default date night became splitting collection responsibilities for food/drink and then meeting on the sofa nest after a quick shower and decanting food on plates for either movie or game night

The process of picking something to watch included bickering about scrolling through the watchlist every single time before you eventually settle on the first thing you both considered when the food is all done

You thought it was pretty funny after a few of these date nights how you’d spot a third limb in his trousers every time you hit ‘play’ on whatever you’d decided on for the evening

“I hope you’re still hungry,” Atsumu says almost every time, waggling his eyebrows suggestively (/comically) as he boldly pulls down his sweats enough to expose his jewels to you (who said romance is dead?). Sometimes he will take the base of his cock and wiggle it at you as part of his seduction, winking salaciously to top off his attack which served as a great excuse to touch himself when he was extra horny.

“You’re an idiot,” you say dryly in return, rolling your eyes at his pouting but shuffling down to settle your head comfortably in his lap as he beams at you. His cock swells when he spots you licking your lips, focused on him entirely as warmth blooms between your legs.

One such date night was interrupted by a consistent buzzing from the setter’s phone, every five minutes like clockwork until he finally checked his messages, frowning as he held your head in place as his mood would only worsen if you were interrupted in your delicious suckling.

Sakusa demanding that Atsumu make his presence known at the bar the team had been dragged to by the sunshine duo (Bokuto & Hinata) - how dare you ditch without telling me and leave me in the presence of these sunshine psychopaths?

Atsumu tutted, staring down at you as he considered his options.

On one hand, he always enjoyed being out with the team, even if his social batteries were dead afterwards. It’d been a while since they’d been out and there had been talks of other teams showing up, so it would’ve been a fantastic evening. Bokuto and Hinata never failed make a good time for everyone. Sakusa would provide endless entertainment in his discomfort and likely pay for Atsumu’s last drink and ride home with him if he did show his face.

On the other hand, your cheeks were flushed pink and your mouth sloppy as you feasted on his cock like a starved woman. Your hands cradling his balls as your tongue spun circles around the tip, the sight of his member disappearing into your mouth and your skillful massage of the base with your tongue as your throat contracted around him. The hard ring of muscle into your throat made his breath catch with every bob of your head. Throwing his head back, Atsumu groaned ecstatically at the sensations and his circumstances, tangling his hands in your hair in a desperate attempt to keep himself from coming undone right there.

“Baby, hold still,” he breathed, quickly positioning his phone camera to capture the captivating sight of his cock buried in your throat, your hair hiding your face from being too recognisable but clearly capturing your tongue pressed hotly against his balls. Snapping a couple of photos, he switched to video and hit ‘record’ just as your need to breathe started taking over. Pulling your head back, Atsumu caught the moment his cock popped out of your mouth, slapping you in the cheek before you manoeuvred to catch him again in your next breath, never one to let him escape for too long, smiling slightly when you succeeded.

You settled into position, sucking straight in as you hummed at him, somewhat inquisitive about who was so interested in speaking to him that evening. Atsumu hissed as his member seemed to get even hotter, pulsing in rhythm to every motion you made.

Atsumu’s breathing getting heavier didn’t escape your notice as he turned his attention fully back to the phone, finally stopping the recording. “Omi-kun is upset that - ah - that I didn’t meet them, s-so I’m going to show him what I’m doing instead, okay? Jesus fuck, baby.. yes, just like that..”

Frowning at him, you shifted to sit up but was stopped by his hand holding the back of your neck, gently but firmly keeping you in place. “It’s nothing he’s not seen before, and you look so pretty.. you didn’t mind last time, did you? It’s just Omi-kun.” His hands started working the muscles in your neck - shockingly soothing when you remembered how long he’d been fucking your face for - before working his way down your back, digging his fingers into your sweet spots as he worked his way over the curve of your backside. His much longer arms had no issue reaching the apex of your legs, slipping two fingers into you as you spasmed in response to the unexpected intrusion, the blush on your cheeks deepening rapidly as you tried to moan around the obstruction in your mouth.

“So, I’m just gonna ask again. I’m gonna show Omi-kun proof that my evening is much better and that I’d be a madman to join him. You good with that, baby?”

You wanted to shake your head ‘no’, because how humiliating for his teammate to see you gagging for his cock. It was bad enough the last time Kiyoomi walked in on Atsumu fucking you stupid - you had barely registered when the door opened in your direct line of sight and you made eye contact with the spiker from your incredibly exposed seated reverse cowgirl position. You didn’t miss his eyes zeroing in on where Atsumu was thrusting diligently into you, unaware of your new guest (?), the slapping of your bodies connecting drowing out the small creak of the dormitory door. Your cunny registered his presence before your brain did, and you clenched hard.

Your thoughts were still trying to catch up to your brain and Kiyoomi was still frozen at the doorway when Atsumu pinched your clit and you lost your fucking mind. With a squeal, you broke eye contact with Kiyoomi as your pussy gushed juices harder than you ever had before, missing Sakusa by inches as he snapped back to reality and slammed the door shut with a curse. Atsumu had laughed for nearly ten minutes when you’d told him that Omi-kun had caught you both, a gleam in his eye as you hid your face in his chest and tried to ignore the tingle of him continuing to move in you, slowly. “So you came so hard because someone else was looking at you?” Atsumu teased, pinching your nipple when you shook your head desperately ‘no’. “Liar. You loved it.” Your boyfriend hadn’t let you live it down since.

Including now. “Oh, your pussy fluttered. I think your pussy would like me to show Omi-kun how pretty you look when you enjoy your dinner. What do you think?” Atsumu teased, twirling his fingers and massaging your g-spot expertly.

“Mmm,” you eventually nodded weakly, unable to form coherent words and closing your eyes shyly as you tried to push down the feeling of humiliation at your body betraying you. It was embarrassing, Kiyoomi seeing you like that, so why was Atsumu showing you off making you tingle like this?

“Fantastic,” Atsumu grinned cheekily, chuckling as another admonishment from kiyoomi pinged on his phone, demanding a response.

Yes, Atsumu would be a total fucking idiot if he went out over spending the evening in with you.

One photo of your cheeks stuffed full with his balls, the short video he just took with the message “baby wanted to eat at home” was sent to Sakusa, which was read immediately

“You piece of shit” is the only further message he gets from his dear Omi-kun which causes an odd tingle of joy to bubble in Atsumu’s chest

Atsumu ignores his phone for the rest of the evening in favour of piledriving you into utopia and Sakusa learns to never contact Atsumu on a date night unless his wank bank needs new material. (￣▽￣)

masterlist

#*writing #*hq #*smut #haikyuu one shot #haikyuu!#haikyuu! smut #haikyuu smut #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #atsumu x reader smut #atsumu x you smut #miya atsumu smut #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu #smut #*nsfw #atsumu smut

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morbidology · 8 months

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On the 2nd of March, 2010, Russell Bohling, 18, left him home in Bempton, East Riding of Yorkshire, England. He planned on driving to Bishop Burton College in Beverley where he was studying bricklaying. It’s not known if Russell ever made it to college or not that day but after leaving his home, he vanished. Russell’s car was discovered around 45 miles away at Bempton Cliffs, a popular suicide spot. Inside the car was a parking ticket that had been purchased at 11:30AM on the day he disappeared.

Humberside Police were widely criticised for their efforts to search for Russell. During the initial search, The Humberside Fire and Rescue Service used heat sensitive cameras to search the RAF bunker beside Bempton Cliffs which would be completely ineffective if Russell was deceased. Moreover, it would take police another three months until they started to interview potential witnesses. “We accuse Humberside Police of failing our son and betraying the trust of the family and the public,” said Russell’s father, Roger. Humberside Police were quick to determine that Russell had most likely committed suicide.

Russel’s family have long. believed that something much more sinister happened and that finding his body is the only way to end their heartache. They are adamant that Russell would not have committed suicide and that he was not unhappy whatsoever. Roger, said he believes that somebody convinced Russell to skip class and instead drive to Bempton Cliffs and that Russell couldn’t have planned the diversion from college as he didn’t know his father was going to let him take the car until minutes before he left the family home. Roger also said that the car must have been filled up with patrol along that way but that Russell’s debit card had not been used and he had very little cash on him.

As for the motivation, Roger believes that Russell was killed in a botched abduction after telling somebody that he was scheduled to give £300,000 from his father to set up his own business. “We have never received a ransom note and I admit it’s pure speculation. But Russell had had asthma and if there was an attempt to restrain him, it could have brought on an attack and it may have gone horribly wrong,” said Roger. Something else the family have also considered is that there was an occult element to the abduction. Russell stated that he researched RAF Bempton and discovered that it was used by a witches coven.

To this day, Russell Bohling still remains missing.

#true crime #unsolved #missing #mystery

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moon1forever · 1 year

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Wild Knuckles x Laxim

Request: Sassypassy

Title: When we met

Also they met when they were in their 20’s

Laxim, or also known as the Shadow Lady. A criminal mastermind.

Also thought working with people is a joke. They slow you down. So she worked alone.

She now stands outside a building. Wearing her black suit. Short and frizzy hair into a small ponytail. And wears her black mask.

“ Time to get that diamond “ She said grabbing her grappling hook. She aims to the top of the building and makes a perfect shot.

When she lands on the roof she walks over to the vent. “ Let’s see who’s inside “ She says grabbing a mini camera and slowing dropping it down into the room with the diamond.

“ Hm? Wow, I forget todays a holiday. No one’s here. Well besides those cameras. “ She states, grabbing a tablet from her bag. “ Let’s see. “

She taps her tablet more then 3 times and soon all the cameras shut off. “ Perfect, Shadow Lady never fails “ She continues, gloating about herself.

She breaks the vent with her boot and jumps throw. She enters the room with the diamond. “ Hello their beautiful “ She says, going in for the grab.

Before she gets the chance, it disappears. “ Thanks for doing the work for me lady! “ a young Wild says, running with the diamond. “ What- HEY! “ She runs after him.

She runs after him throw the entire building. “ I did all the work! That’s mine! “ She says, swiping her metal claws at him. “ Geez Kitty! Calm down! I just think I should take it. I am the better Villain “ He says.

Laxim ignores his explanation but instead listens to his name for her……Kitty. “ KITTY!!!! HOW DARE YOU “ She yells. She then tackles him and starts trying to hit.

They fight for a good 15 minutes. That was until the door slams open. “ AVL PUT YOUR HANDS UP!! “ A man shouts, pointing their guns at them both. They both put their hands up and freeze.

They arrive at the cell their going to stay in. “ Your gonna be here for a long time “ The man says, locking the door. “ This is all your fault “ Laxim says. “ My fault?! You attacked me!!! “ Wild says, pointing at her.

“ Well maybe if you didn’t steal MY diamond we wouldn’t be in this mess “ She shouts, moving Wild’s finger out of the way. He doesn’t say anything and looks away.

Her eyes softened for a moment before turning away. “ Look, I know we just met but we need to get out of here. Truce? “ She says, putting her hand out. He stares at her before taking her hand.

“ Truce “. They shake hands before standing. “ Let’s get out of here “ They both say, they stare at each other. “ Heyyy that my line! “ They say. They stare again before laughing. “ I think I have a idea “ Laxim says.

They talk for a hour.

“ Hey guard!!! “ Wild yells. The guard walks over to them. “ What? “ He asks. “ My friend!! She isn’t breathing “ Wild yells, pointing to Laxim who’s on the floor. The guards eyes widen before opening the door. He runs over to the Laxim and starts checking their pulse.

“ Hello sunshine “ She says. She then head-buts him. The guard falls passed out while Wild and Laxim walk out the cell. “ Owwwww! “ Laxim says, rubbing her head.

“ Come on, let’s get that diamond! “ Wild says, taking Laxim’s hand. She nods and runs with him.

They arrive at a huge vault door. Laxim breaks the door down her lipstick laser. “ Hehe “ She says, putting it away. He stares at her with fear. “ Remind me to never touch your makeup “.

They enter the vault and looking around the room. Their surrounded by hundreds. No. MILLIONS of money. Laxim grabs hand fills of money and puts it into her pocket, as does Wild. They run around the room grabbing all they can.

“ Hey dude! I found the diamond! “ She yell, holding it in her hands. He runs to her and looks at it. “ Soooo who’s gonna take it? “ He says. She stares at him and at the diamond. “ No one “ She says.

Laxim places the diamond back on the ground and walks away. Wild wants to grab it but find it unfair that he will have it even tho she trusts him not to take it. He leaves it alone and walks with Laxim.

They walk out their building through the roof. “ That was fun. “ Laxim says. Wild nods before stretching. “ Before we separate. What’s your name? I’m Wild Knuckles, the next world super Villain! “ He says, putting his hand on his hips.

“ Yea……sure. I’m the Shadow Lady. But you can call me Laxim “ She says putting her hand out. He takes it and they shake hands. “ Well I’ll see you around! “ She says turning around. “ Does this mean we’re working together or? “ He asks.

She turns and stares at him. She then smiles. “ Yeah! I guess we are! “ She says waving. He waves back before leaving.

“ Hm. I guess people don’t slow you down “ She says, looking toward the stars.

Finally done! This was fun to make! 😊

#vicious 6 #oc #oc’s #wild knuckles #fluff #oc x canon #ship #the deadly 6 #Request

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itskoolest · 1 year

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mandela catalogue story thoughts

alright time for more rambles, im gonna explain my understanding of and best guesses about tmc, if anyone sees this who things i got anything wrong or who knows more, please tell i wanna know. so in 1981, the first reports of alternate encounters begin, and the first basic understanding is formed about alternates, with the first warnings broadcast. a couple years before this, a young mark heathcliff is made his "scary night" story, around the intruder, which may have been the first ever report or sighting of an alternate in any form/capacity. then, in (as far as i can tell) a seperate incident, in september 1992, cesar's mum was attacked by an alternate, and so cesar takes her to the hospital and asks mark to head over and turn on the cams. mark does so before leaving, but the alternate was still in the house at the time and followed him home, where it then sat outside his door for days until he y'know, unalived on 15 september 1992. After mark's prolonged absence from school, one of his teachers alerts the police with a voicemail, and thatcher heads over to investigate, and discovers mark's body on 21st september 1992. sometime after this, the situation with the murrays occurs which results in baby adam (would be 3 or 4) being abducted, lynn committing die and jude disappearing in one way or another. personally im running into a lot of what seems like conflicting information in/about this section so i cant yet clearly understand the timeline, but that's the result. somewhere along the line, an investigator attempts to check out the house but 'pussies out', however a volunteer is able to set up some in house cameras, though despite what we see in intruder alert, thatcher doesnt see any anomalies with the findings and so has to conduct an investigation with weaver. when they check the house out, the alternate created by adam whilst watching stanley on the tv is still there, and kills weaver during the investigation. thatcher then flees for the station, but the alternate follows him there, and assaults and assimilates him as we see in the end of 333, though thatcher doesnt seem to be physically injured by the encounter, only mentally. following this, thatcher goes into hiding in an attempt to escape the alternate, and because of this, we think everyone else assumes he is dead.

in 2007, mark's sister, sarah, who was only 3 at the time of mark's death, starts the bythorne paranormal club in an attempt to understand more about what happened to her brother. adam, now 19, joins the club as well, bc he freaky as fuck idk what the hell going on with that guy im ngl, but i think the abduction might have a part in why he's like this, and he might have been under the guise of even gabriel/false shepard/literal devil himself when he was missing, although that said he failed the toddler assessment review before this even happened so i dont think we have enough info yet. anyway, him and sarah conduct their first mission on 14-15 july 2007, in which adam makes shit get crazy and sarah decides "yk what, ill just do admin and look at results instead of getting them myself", and so adam hires jonah as his new partner. vol 2 then takes place in mid january of 2009, resulting in the death of jonah but not adam, who walks for miles in the cold so he can steal his dead friends car lmao. and i dont fully understand what happens with him and the guy at the end of 4 tbh, thats the one part i cant come up with a theory for. all i know is that he is absolutely the mandela prophet.

meanwhile, evelin looks through dave's tapes, and i think the reason dave always wears sunglasses is because they protect from the effects of the alternates interacting with those tapes. knowing that evelin wouldnt have looked at these tapes with shades, he is kinda forced into firing her,or at least not being around her too much, as she could theoretically summon an alternate to their location at any time with the wrong stimuli. however during this time, dave has been speaking with a friend named o'brien, who has effectively been opening dave's eyes to the potential wonders of life outside of chasing alternates, and because of this dave decides to basically retire from the alternate stuff. eventually he agrees to meet o'brien outside of the church, to intiate whatever post-alternate plan they had been working on, and so he phones thatcher on short notice and just tells him that he's leaving. imo this is going to be a big fucking problem for thatcher, as he doesn't know nearly as much as dave did about alternates and might struggle to go alone, with potentially only evelin to work with. oh and also there is now an all powerful being after him. either way, dave goes to meet o'brien outside the church, however to his absolute fucking horror, o'brien was actually gabriel all along, posing as a friend to deter him from learning too much about the alternates, and most importantly luring him right into gabriel's trap - despite his wealth of knowledge and experience with alternates, he still managed to follow the shepard. ok i definitely missed some detail stuff but i think this gets the majority of the important plot points, even if theyre probably all horribly wrong lmao. if anyone wants to correct me on stuff or tell me things i might not know, go ahead!

#the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue #alex kister #please watch the series its very good

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kitakashi · 2 years

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Suna Rintarō x Val

Yawning, Val plopped on the sofa instantly wrapping her arms around a pillow. It had been another long day working the evils of corporate retail. Drained of life, she didn’t even bother to get up when the front door opened. Listening to the sound of Rintarō’s duffel bag hitting the floor she buried her face in the plush material. The couch shook and creaked as Val cried out; Rintarō had flung his giant body over the back and onto his relaxing lover.

“Hi, pretty,” shoving the pillow out of her arms, the brunet quickly took its place and nuzzled into the crook of her neck.

Gasping, Val struggled beneath the 6’3” athlete, “oh my gosh, Rin! Get off!”

He shook his head, placing kisses along her neck and jaw, “no can do, pretty girl, that’s what you get for not welcoming me home.”

“I’m tired, Rin,” she groaned.

“Better reason not to refuse my cuddles then.”

Rolling her eyes, she maneuvered herself, wrapping her arms around his torso. Leaning back on his elbows, fox eyes smiling, he placed a soft kiss on her lips. It was innocent and sweet until his hands started to wander to her sides.

“No,” she warned him, "Rin, no."

“Rin, yes,” he grinned before attacking.

His long slender fingers danced across her skin. Val shrieked at his onslaught. He knew she hated being tickled but he loved her laugh so much he was wiling to face her momentary displeasure. Tears quickly formed in her eyes. After what felt like eons to her, Rintarō stopped and simply held her close as she caught her breath.

“I hate you so much,” she growled. He only hummed in response, kissing her temple. A few moments passed, simply enjoying each other’s presence. “How was practice?”

Chuckling, Rintarō settled into the couch, long legs stretched out before them, tangled with her’s. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone. Curious, Val stared at the screen while he pulled up a video.

“It went pretty well, until Atsumu tried to prank Sakusa. Which failed thanks to Bokuto.”

He hit play on the clip. Miya Atsumu was flailing his arms yelling at the owl haired wing spiker who simply looked confused. The faux blonde looked ready to cry. Ojiro Aran quickly interrupted, placating the pouting setter. Off screen someone made a comment that threw Atsumu back into a tantrum. Panning over to the side, it was Hoshiumi Kōrai’s taunting that continued the show. Peacekeeper Aran intervened only to be sabotaged by Kageyama Tobio’s thoughtless words. Atsumu lunged at Kageyama only to be knocked off course by a mop of tangerine hair. Before anything could continue a volleyball pelted the MSBY setter in the back of the head. The camera moved to show Iwaizumi Hajime stalking towards the chaos. Veins throbbed on the athletic trainer’s forehead. The team suddenly stood at attention, holding their breath. The muscular brunette ripped Atsumu a new one, yelling about how childish and immature the setter was being. The faux blonde folded in on himself, trying to disappear. The video shook at Rin snickered as he recorded. Eventually, the screen went black.

Val smacked her forehead with her palm, “oh my gosh,” she laughed, tears in the corners of her eyes. “What the hell, Atsumu? What had he even been trying to do to Sakusa?”

“Dunno,” Rintarō shrugged. “But that was my day, how was yours?” She groaned, burying her face into his firm chest. His fingers combed her soft locks. “That bad, huh?”

“Worse. I don’t want to talk about it. Just want to watch cliché chick flicks and throw popcorn at the screen when the characters do dumb shit.”

Rintarō’s fox eyes glowed, “do I get a massage?”

“Absolutely.”

“I’ll get the popcorn.”

#you found a hidden gem!#self ship #Suna x me #EV. 📓

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emyluwinter · 3 years

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Salt

During the "Ghost Bride" event"

Yuu looking at all the failed attempts of the guys and how the wedding time is approaching.

Yuu looks at the time - That is...you mean...that I have again will take away the hostel?!

Yuu pulls out a purse going to Sam's shop - Well, no!

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Eliza - oh so you're a photographer?!

Yuu holding the camera - Yes. can I ask you to stand together to take a group photo? Without a groom, so to speak, close brides.

- Oh, of course!!It's so exciting!!

Yuu takes out the bag and makes a small hole in the hole and starts making a circle around the ghosts

- Huh?What are you doing?

- Special effect. ..It's called "Salt". If I've learned anything from TV shows, then it will work here for sure.

Idia is in shock - Did they really decide to use it?!?

The rest of the "hostages" - Are you crazy?!?

The ghosts are trying to " fly " out of the circle but run into an invisible barrier.

- What?!What's happening??We can't get out!!

- Let us out!!!

Yuu pulls out a gun made of iron - I told you I'm not going to tolerate the fact that my dorm, which cost titanic efforts to bring to a tolerable state for life, will be so cheekily taken away. So. My terms are, we get out of my dorm. And don't bring the seven you made a mess there...

One of the "guards" in the corridor notices the situation and pounces on Yuu.

Yuu shoots the ghost's head at point-blank range without even turning around. The ghost falls and disappears.

- I've got enough ammo. Salt, too. I'll give you 5 minutes to think.

Deuce is wildly delighted - Prefect is so cool!!

Vil, Leona and Azul - Where the hell did you get a gun from?!?

Someone from the ghosts - This is cruel and inhumane!!

Yuu grabs a chair and sits down elegantly. - It is cruel to condemn a living person to death without even listening to him. And arrange a marriage without consent. It is cruel to attack poor students who have nothing to do with your death. It's cruel to kick students out of their dorms for the sake of ghosts. It's cruel to use magic on students who just wanted to resolve the situation .They did not use any violence. You are going to kill Idia for the sake of the princess ' whim. Where is the guarantee that you will not go further and kill each of us? Until she calms down, or does she go crazy and kill everyone indefinitely?

Idia is in a quiet ecstasy, almost crying - I will finally be saved....Come on, prefect!!kick their asses!!

Leona grinned - and the herbivore turns out to be able to show his teeth.

Azul nervously chuckled - Yes........................ I still got off lightly that time...

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #twst mc #twst yuu #twst reader #twst event #ghost bride #twst ghost bride #twst leona #twst vil #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst idia #idia shroud

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lunaekalenda · 3 years

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"𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢" 𝔭𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔬𝔶𝔰! - 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔟 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 @levisgirll

Hello everyone!! This is a special collab post brought to you by ‘cookiefics’ and ‘levisgirll’ and we decided to work together and write up a post which is y/n pranking their aot boyfriends!

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Synopsis: Y/N decided to prank the boys in attack on titan by saying they don’t want to ‘sleep with them tonight’. Some will get annoyed, sad, might tease you back or try to get your attention! And to make it up, Y/N ends the prank by saying the 3 words they long wanted to hear! So pick or check out which character you like the most and enjoy <3 We promise this will be good, it is filled with love, fluff, entertainment and a little bit angst.

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eren x reader, reiner x reader

eren:

Eren didn’t expect that to come out of your mouth so smoothly as it did.

“Today I prefer to sleep alone.” he raised a brow, a silent ask in his eyes while he took off his shirt, getting ready for bed. He looks at you once again, seeing how you’re not in bed, just sitting there, looking at him.

“Are you serious?” he asks. You nod quietly. You can see how his lip pouts a little, his nose being extremely cute while he does it.

You want to laugh so bad, his confused green eyes looking quietly around, as if he was searching a camera or something.

“Where am I supposed to sleep then, honey?” he asks, without even asking again if he has to sleep far from you.

“I don’t know… On the sofa?” you ask. He sighs. He looks once more to you, making sure you want that.

“‘M going then, good night, honey.” he says, the pout still on his mouth.

“Night, Eren.”

That definitely made him turn around and face you.

“Okay. No good, just night, followed by Eren as if i did something. What did I do this time?” he asks. His precious eyes are still on yours, and you shake your head.

“You did nothing.” you say. His brain starts to work at 100% capacity. Maybe the problem is that he didn’t make anything.

He looked quick to the clock. It isn’t your birthday, your anniversary or any other special date.

He kissed you this morning before and after leaving home. He called you during your work rest. He cooked dinner and spent some time with you on the couch.

What the hell are you saying then? You want to sleep alone for what reason?

He doesn’t want to pressure you, though. He knows maybe you have your reasons to avoid him today and he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.

He takes then his pillow and walks towards the couch, taking a blanket on his way. He murmurs to himself and you can hear him, trying to cover your laugh.

Minutes later, you walk silently to the couch. Eren is almost ready for his sleep, his hair tangled on a low bun and his pillow on the couch.

“Honey, what are you doing here?” he asks. You laugh quietly.

“It was a joke.” Eren’s green eyes are now open with surprise, before a brow raises quietly.

“Oh, so it was a joke.” he says, getting up slowly. “How funny.”

He was supposed to laugh, but he looks at you instead, with a serious expression. “Search where to hide cause I’m not going to be merciful with you.”

You run towards your bedroom, laughing, and you can hear his steps behind you. You jump into your shared bed, seeing how he closes the door behind him.

You move until your back is against the headboard. You keep laughing.

“Eren!” you say, and he takes off his bun. Then, casually, he takes the hair tie between his teeth, a smirk starting to appear on his lips.

He crawls to the bed, his arms all tensed, the muscles on his back marked by the strength he’s using to lift his body.

He gets closer to you, the hair tie still between his lips. This isn’t funny anymore. You want that damn hair tie to disappear from his mouth. You want to be the thing Eren is casually kissing.

He sits in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours.

With patience, he ties his hair in a bun, your eyes following his fingers, how they pass the hair between the hair tie parts. His eyes are still locked on yours. Once he’s finished, he gets closer.

“That joke of yours annoyed me. Now, deal with it, hm?” he whispers.

That was almost a direct attack. You feel your legs weak against his husky voice. He smirks, getting closer to you.

Closed door, hair in a tight bun, no shirt and just a little lamp as a source of light made you think of how the night will end, making you smile for yourself while he keeps being closer. Your lips are almost on his, but he takes his head away, smiling.

“If you think I tied up my hair and closed the door to do disrespectful things with you, you’re so wrong, honey” he says. You’re totally shocked and Eren laughs.

“What was that, Jaeger?” you ask, surprised because of the change of his mood. He enters the bed between laughs.

“Revenge, honey.”

You pout while he gets comfortable on the bed.

“Now you should kiss me.” you say. You’re angry at him now. Is he leaving you like that? Like the mess he made out of you?

“I want to sleep. Good night, y/n”

reiner:

“Reiner…” You call him. He looks at you, his sweet smile only directed at you. That makes your heart flutter, and also makes you feel kinda cruel.

“Yes, my love?”

“Today I want to sleep alone.” All the joy and calm in his eyes starts to disappear, his head getting full of thoughts.

“Why?” he asks simply. “Please, my love, don’t sleep away from me…” His head got invaded.

Why? Did I mess it up? Does they want to leave me? Did I fail again?

You can see how the prank started to make his head overthink, so you approach him quickly.

Your hands take his t-shirt, pulling him to you. He has a sad expression.

“Sorry, Rein. It was just a TikTok prank and I didn’t know it would affect you so much. I’m so sorry.” You were almost in tears. Reiner sighs.

“Please, don’t do that again.” he asks softly. “I got scared. I thought I made something wrong.” he says. That breaks your heart a little more. You start to cry against his shirt. “Hey, love. Don’t cry. It was just a joke.” he says.

He turns around and takes your face in his hands. You feel how he wipes out some tears, smiling a little for you. “But please, never scare me like that.”

“I’m sorry.” you say again. He takes your face closer and kisses your forehead sweetly.

“But you do still love me, right?” That question makes you shed a couple tears.

“I love you, Rein. I do, please don’t forget it.”

He smiles a little more. “I also love you a lot.” he says. He takes his lips again to your face, this time, your nose. “But you really scared me.”

“I’ll never do it again.” you say. He looks at you.

“Then.. Can I sleep here?” he asks. You both laugh a little.

Once you two are accommodated, with you between Reiner’s arms, feeling his soft breath on your hair and his legs tangled with yours, you feel safe.

“Rein.” you whisper. He hums. “If I ever hurt you, please tell me. Even if it is just a little thing.” He takes you closer. “I don’t want to hurt you.” you say. Your lips leave a kiss on his chest, near to where his heart is beating. You feel his hands hugging your body stronger.

“Okay. But the same goes for you. I don’t want to hurt you. You’re the most precious person I have.” he says. His hands go up and down your spine.

“You’re also the most important person to me. I really love you. I fell in love with you and I wouldn’t doubt doing it again.” you say. You feel how his mouth moves against your head. “Rein?”

Afraid of finding him crying, you look at him. The moonlight that enters is enough to see your boyfriend’s smile.

“That’s… That’s so sweet. You make me so happy…” his eyes are now shining. You are grateful for seeing that shining again. He caresses your cheek again, and you rest your head on the pillow, letting your faces meet.

“Rein.”

“Hm?” he says, fixed on your eyes and the way his thumb draws on your cheek.

“Can I kiss you?”

He smiles widely, even more than before. He gets closer to you.

“Until my lips hurt, please.”

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ganyuhybridooc · 2 years

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Shaman King Headcannons

Ren Tao )

He accidentally hits you while sparring.

Requested by: My friend!

You were bored, very bored

You had got up early in the morning it was like 2:00 AM so you decided to…

“Ren??!?!!” *intense knocking* “Ren ren ren ren ren ren ren ren-“ “WHAT DO YOU WANT!!??”

“Wanna train????” “ITS 2 AM.” “So?” “……” “Fine, just let me get my clothes first.”

he was worried that he might hurt you so he fought with a stick

He really thought that you would dodge this one, you tried to parry it but failed and he scratched your arm

“DAMN IT!”

Or if your character is basically like anna “ FUCK YOU REN!” “I-“ “SORRY I WAS- NEVER MIND-”

He tried to treat it but he accidentally hurt you “HEY!” he had a sad look on his face and turned away from you and sat on the bench near the armory

You felt guilty and sat next to him, he tried not to make eye contact with you.

“Hey, it wasn’t your fault.” “I know.”

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You sighed “This is boring.” You said “What can I do??” You asked yourself then, you had a thought and walked over to Ren and your room. ( horohoro went to yohs room because he didn’t want to see too much intimacy. ) You breathed in “Ahem.” You began to knock on the door “ Ren… renrenrenrenrenrenrenrenrenren-“ Suddenly the door barged open “WHAT DO YOU WANT!?” Ren screamed “Oh.”

“Sorry, what do you need?” Ren asked “Wanna go train?” You asked “It’s 2 AM Y/N.” He replied with an annoyed voice “So?” There was an awkward silence between you two while Ren squinted at you, it broke when Ren sighed “Fine, just let me get my clothes first.” Ren said as he closed the door to change

You were waiting at the training ground for Ren, Ren walked over to the training ground with a stick in hand “Where’s the lightning sword?” You asked “I was afraid I hurt you so I decided to use this.” He replied “Hold on.” You said as you took out a camera “Say that again.” “No.”

“Ok, lets start!” You exclaimed getting your Pole-arm out. It started really well, until Ren started to go harder on you, it was difficult but you managed. He was about to attack you but you decided to parry it, but you missed and he scratched your arm.

“Ow!” You screamed holding your arm in pain and dropping on the floor, Ren didn’t realize that the stick was that sharp. The stick he was holding quickly disappeared from your sight. “Your ok….right?” He asked “Yeah, Just go get the first aid kit.” You replied looking up at him, he had the same look you did when he died.

“Im back!” He exclaimed running with the First Aid. He opened it and tried to treat you, he didn’t know but he learned sone fron you. “Ow…OW!“ You exclaimed slapping away his hand “Ah, sorry I-“

When you looked back at him Ren was on the bench near the armory with a frown on his face. You felt guilty so you approached him and sat next to him, as soon as you sat down he scooted away from you. “It wasn’t your fault.” You said putting your hand on his shoulder “It is, you can barely use your arm because of me.” He replied,

he felt a weight on his shoulder, it was you “Y’know a guy once told me that Even if I get hurt, I’ll still keep on fighting for them.” You said looking up at him, he finally looked you in the eye “Fine, you got me.” He said sighing “Can we at-least get it looked at in the morning though?” He asked “Sure!” You exclaimed walking back to the inn hand in hand

#shaman king x reader #ren tao x reader #ren tao #ren x reader

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multiplefandomfics · 3 years

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Relations

Pairing: Bucky x Stark!reader

Warnings: angst, soft smut, fluff, fighting

Words: 2862

“Y/N? Where are you?” no response.

“Friday? Would you be so kind as to tell me where my little sister is running around?”

“Of course, boss. She is currently sitting in the garden, reading a book.”

“Thanks Friday.”

Tony headed out to talk to his sister.

“There you are. Please come inside. We have to talk.”

“Alright. I’m coming.” you smiled up at your big brother.

He was everything to you. Y/N had been born in 1990 and had not exactly been planned. A year later your parents had died and Tony was left alone with an infant. Fortunately he was wealthy enough to have nannies looking after you as long as he was still in college.

But the time you did spend together was thoroughly enjoyed. Everytime he was home he took you to the zoo, swimming or you just celebrated your lives.

All in all Tony Stark was the best brother anyone could have wanted.

Then he was kidnapped and became Iron Man. And Y/N was in the middle of it all. Tony tried to keep you away from it all but that didn’t work very well. You had begged him time and time again to make a suit for you too but he refused. Fortunately you were as technically talented as he was, copied Tony’s files for his suit, made some modifications and built it.

Yours was purple and silver instead of red and gold and it had some other nice gadgets which would probably prove useful.

When you took the first flying test outside the tower you didn’t really care that you were probably going to get caught.

And of course the moment you landed again Tony busted you.

“Y/N. What were you thinking? You could have gotten hurt.” he was worried.

“But I didn’t. You really have very little trust in my abilities. I flew didn’t I? And I used your plans and software. I even have Friday on my ears at all times.” you rolled your eyes at your brother.

“I can’t decide if I should be angry or proud.” he muttered. “I trust you and your skills but please let me ease my conscience and have a look over your work before you go flying again.” he asked.

“Alright, if that calms you down, sure.” you smiled and hugged your brother.

“So what is this about?” you asked him.

“I am throwing a party tonight to celebrate taking down the hydra base and recovering the scepter.” he beamed.

“And I am invited?”

“Of course. Wear something nice.” he instructed and left you alone in the entryway.

Y/N prepared half the afternoon for the spectacle and looked your best when evening rolled around. You hung at the bar with Natasha and Bruce, let Thor and Rhodey tell their war stories and sat around the table while everyone tried to lift Mjölnir and failed miserably.

Then suddenly a mangled Iron legion droid came walking through the door saying strange stuff and ending up attacking everyone. You were just so able to jump behind the bar and duck down. After that you promised yourself that you would never feel that helpless again. You wanted to be in the thick of it all.

When the dust settled everyone was really confused. The peacekeeping program Ultron had “killed” Jarvis and taken off into the world wide web.

“What did just happen?” Rhodey asked while Thor was on the way searching for Ultron.

After a battle with Ultron and the Maximoff twins, where everyone seemed to have lost their minds at one point or another and the Hulk destroying half a town while Tony tried to stop him, you made it out alive and had to disappear and landed with Clint’s family.

You stayed there for a while and then left for Seol to retrieve the crate with the human print inside.

In the end you had a new addition to the team and a devastating fight against machines in Sokovia.

Everyone was upset after that. Sokovia was destroyed, many civilians had died and Hulk was MIA. Thor left too to shine some light onto the appearances of the infinity stones.

You stayed at the newly built compound to start your official training with Vision, Wanda and Sam.

Some time later things escalated in Lagos with Rumlow and a biological weapon. After that everyone was suddenly afraid of Wanda although she was just as scared.

A day later you were walking through the hallways, passing some office and conference rooms on your way to the gym. You were lost in thought when you heard your brother's voice. At first you wanted to storm in and surprise him but then you heard him talking.

“She isn’t actually my sister, Steve. She’s my daughter. Y/N is my daughter. I’ve never told anyone before I couldn’t-” the rest was not heard by Y/N because you had dropped your towel and run towards your room.

The next few days you just couldn’t face your father. That was so strange to think. You never said it out loud. Y/N felt so betrayed. Why did he never tell you? Of course he had been relatively young when you were born but he still could have been honest with you. Did he not want to be seen as your father? Were you such a disappointment? And over all of that stood the question after your mother. Who was she? What happened to her? Why did she not want to meet you? All those thoughts rushed through your brain and you couldn’t stop the nagging feeling that Tony didn’t want to admit the truth to you because you weren’t worth it.

The bad thoughts did not leave you alone anymore. You had nightmares and isolated yourself from everyone during the days.

Although everyone was constantly asking you what was wrong, you couldn’t tell them.

Until the day Natasha and Pepper waltzed into your room, overriding Friday’s authority.

“Hey Y/N. We noticed that you have been by yourself a lot lately, not letting anyone in anymore. So tell us, what is going on with you? You know you can trust us.” Pepper added the last part after seeing you hesitating. And finally you caved in.

“I overheard Tony and Steve talk a few days ago. He said something I need time to process for.”

“What did he say that shocked you so much?” Nat asked.

“All my life I thought he was my brother. He’s been my rock. We went through thick and thin and then I find out that he lied to me all these years.”

“What do you mean he’s not your brother?” Nat pressed further.

“He told Steve that he’s actually my father.” the girls looked at you dumbfounded and it got eerie quiet.

“You sure you heard that right?”

“Of course I am sure. I’m not deaf!” you said a little enraged.

“And I gather you have not talked to him about it yet, have you?” Pepper had a calming nature especially when she put her hand on Y/N arm.

“No I haven’t. I couldn’t. What if it is somehow my fault that he didn’t tell me? What if he doesn’t consider me good enough to be his daughter?” you started to sob quietly.

“Hey, look at me Y/N. If anything it is the other way around. Under all that confident exterior he is actually very insecure and I am sure that he just didn’t want you to be disappointed to have him as a father.” Pepper ensured you.

“You really think so?” you sniffed looking up at her.

“I do. You should talk to him.” she encouraged you.

“Maybe I should tell him that I know and see how he reacts.”

But before you could go forward with your plan Friday alerted you and Nat to come to the conference room because the Secretary of defense had arrived to talk about something

The fights in Sokovia and Lagos had been PR nightmares and the government and the UN did not want to stand by anymore. The Avengers had to bow to the law and sign the Sokovia accords or they would be forced to retire. They were given a few days to think about it and talk this through.

After long discussions the team split in two. Which led to the situation at hand.

Your dad had grounded you together with Wanda after you had voiced your opinion that you thought Steve was right. Well, when Clint came to pick up Wanda you stuck to them and flew to Germany. Steve was kinda surprised when he saw you get out of the car at the airport but he thought you were old enough to make your own decisions.

Well, it ended in a really bad fight in the middle of the runway. In the end you made it out with Steve and Bucky and flew to Siberia under Steve's protest.

“So you’ve been Steve’s friend since childhood, hm?” you asked Bucky while still in the air.

“Yep. Known him forever. And you are Stark’s kid?” he asked back.

“So Steve told you. Yes it seems to be true although my whole life I thought he was my big brother. He lied to me so I’m not very happy with him at the moment. Kicking his ass has been a nice change for once.” you smiled at Bucky sadistically.

“You are a sick little thing, doll!” he laughed out loud.

You landed not much later but you had to admit the crush that had already developed towards Bucky.

And then Zemo happened and that stupid tape.

Were you the only one wondering why the hell there was a security camera in the middle of nowhere on an abandoned street exactly at that point where your grandparents car was forced to crash? And all that in the early 90’s?

Tony did not want to think rationally at that point so he started a fight against Steve and Bucky. You stood by. Too in shock to do anything. The only thing you knew was that it was not Bucky’s fault your grandparents had died but hydras.

You snapped out of your trance when Tony shot Bucky’s arm off. Then it was your moment to jump between your dad and Steve.

“Stop it, dad! Think for one moment!” he was startled for a moment because he wasn’t used to hearing you say that.

“You know?” he asked and his helmet slid back.

“Yes, I do. I overheard you and Steve the other day.” you spoke silently. “Sorry I did not talk about this with you earlier but I was just so upset about the fact that you didn’t tell me. Am I such a disappointment that you thought I wasn’t good enough to be your daughter?” you asked him with tears in your eyes.

“What? Of course not! You, Y/N, are the best thing that has ever happened to me. It was me who felt not man enough to be your dad. In the beginning when you suddenly appeared on my doorstep I panicked and thought I could have never lived up to the responsibility of a father. So I became your fun big brother to save you and me from disappointment. At some point I just felt that I had missed the point of telling you without the fear of consequences. So I stuck with the lie. I never meant to hurt you and I hope you can forgive me. I love you so much.”

That explanation was enough for you to jump into your fathers arms and hug him close.

“I love you 3000, dad. And can we now please get out of here? Bucky doesn’t deserve to die. Can you maybe see that he was controlled and hates himself as much for what Hydra made him do as you hate him? He is actually a really nice guy and like a brother to Steve and you know Steve, would he have bad friends? Also Buck needs help, physical and psychological. So please dad let us help him. He’s a war hero after all.” you finished your plaidoyer.

Your dad just stared at you but in the end took a deep breath and said: “let’s get home. I can’t do anything here.”

Outside you met King T’Challa who was holding Zemo in his grasp. He was gonna bring him to the CIA and then fly home to bury his father. He also promised to help with Bucky’s recovery because Wakanda had the most advanced technology to heal anything.

For months you stayed in Wakanda, which was pretty beautiful by the way, to maybe help Bucky recover step by step.

That’s also how you became close. You went for walks and to his therapy sessions together. The latter also because you thought you could use some talking about your life too.

At first he had wanted to go back into cryo but you had convinced him that that wasn’t necessary. In the beginning your dad had called you everyday to check in but he had stopped after a particularly annoyed outburst on your side.

“Bucky you alright?” you asked him one night after he had come home from his private session with Ayo.

When you saw his face you noticed the big tears leaking down his face.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” you asked scared this time.

Without saying a word he just walked up to you hugging you close to his chest and kissing you intently.

“You know how much I love you, right?” he whispered.

“Of course. but what happened with Ayo that has you this shaken?” you were persistent.

“I’m free, baby. She said all the trigger words and nothing happened. I’m free.” he repeated as if not believing it himself yet.

You started crying, too at that moment. You knew how much that meant to him, hell how much it meant to you. He had full control of his life back.

“I’m so proud of you babe. You deserve this so much. The past is finally behind you and we can start into a new future.”

“I love you.” he whispered into your hair and started kissing down your neck.

“Oh, okay. So that’s where you are going. Hmm, I like that. But let’s go inside first.”

You pushed him backwards until you reached the hut and inside your bed. You pushed him down and straddled his lap. He grabbed the seams of your blouse and tore it down the middle so the buttons flew in every direction.

“Someone is needy, hm?” you whispered while grinding down on his boner.

“Need you so bad.” he murmured

“You know I would give you everything. Come and take what you want. I swear I won’t break.” you kissed him intensely again before he threw you around and you landed with your back on the mattress.

The next thing he did was rid you both of your clothing. The look on his face was absolutely feral.

“Need to breed you baby. Fuck a baby in you.” he groaned and your pussy clenched around nothing.

“Gotta prepare you first.” he slurred just as he pushed a finger into your dripping wet cunt.

And the moment his tongue touched your aching clit you came with a cry. But he didn’t stop there. No. He kept on flicking your nub with his tongue and added a second finger to stretch your walls for his girth.

“Getting you nice and wet, baby.” he moaned. When he hit that particular spot you arched your back and pushed your pussy further into his face. It didn’t take long for you to come again. You drenched his face in your juices which he happily licked off of his face.

He climbed up your body and on the way nipped at your breasts and left hickies on your neck.

“I can’t hold on any longer. Gotta be inside you.” those words were the last warning before he breached your entrance and pushed his massive length inside your tight channel.

“Oh, fuck Bucky. So big. Shit.” you moaned loudly which seemed to spur him on.

He pummeled into you with all the force he could muster.

His blissed out face was all you ever wanted to see again.

His rhythm got erratic. You put your hand in his hair and coaxed him “Let go baby. We’ll be fine. I love you so much.”

That was all it took for him to lose it and he spilled deep inside you.

He collapsed on top of you and then rolled to the side, not to crush you. You winced when he pulled out.

“That was amazing.” you breathed out. “Yeah. Best sex I ever had.” he agreed.

You two lovebirds spent 6 more weeks in Wakanda. Then Bucky got his vibranium arm and you left Wakanda to go back to New York. No matter what you told yourself, you did miss your dad.

But you definitely promised to come back every time you got the chance.

#marvel #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #Steve Rogers #tony stark #fluff #fanfic #Smut #angst #wakanda #age of ultron #civil war #multi fandom

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Todowife AU | 3

⚠️[Warning: Mentions of violence, assault, violence, stalking, yandere behavior, and criminals]⚠️

Midoriya wasn't afraid to ask for help throughout UA and in his career it was repeatedly proven that working with others was the best option. So needless to say when he suggested having a decoy be sent in your place Shoto introduced him to the illusionist hero: Camie Utsushimi.

"I need your help with something."

"Oh sure I'd love to help! As long as you give me your number!"

Shoto warned him about her character that was just as dramatic as those weird pros from California. So her insistence to be around him and just touch him in general was predicted but if she was willing to protect you then he could handle it. The contact he couldn't handle was the one who reached out to him about helping.

"IDIOT!!! JERKOFF!!! WHY DIDN'T YOU LET ME HELP YOU FROM THE BEGINNING? "

An exclamation more than a question attacked his ears as none other than his child-hood friend and rival over a private line. Apparently Shoto had called Katsuki in advance ominously giving him a set of codes all in encoded speech.

Although he was grateful for his enthusiasm he was worried his open aggression might give them away. He was sure that he could keep a secret but he also made himself the biggest target for the Todoroki family. He was sure that Katsuki was already on their blacklist thanks to his intervention during the wedding.

Let's hope we never have to speak of that day again.

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You took a long sip of (n/a/d) while looking at a case file on your computer. Just because you were pregnant didn't mean you couldn't do your job. You had disguised yourself Avengers civilians style plus you had a wig. You were not only looking over a prolific case but you were also keeping track of a person of interest. They were recorded to always be at a Cafe across the street before disappearing from the city's closed circuit cameras. You were following up on where your colleagues seemed to always fail.

You were keeping an eye on your target failing to notice the person approaching you. The sound of heavy breathing and the presence of something icky inching closer forced you to divide your attention from your mission. You enhanced your spatial awareness to keep track of the man across the street and the woman next to you. Wait woman? You looked up to see the red, sweating, almost panting face of Fuyumi Todoroki.

"H-hi (Y/n). Mmm"

"Ew-" You put your hand over your mouth you didn't mean to speak out. Your divided attention, thanks to your quirk, left you open to the 'Mumbling Midoriya'. A disease your husband had dubbed a recurring ailment between you and your brother. Disturbing habits aside you cringe away from her trembling hands. It didn't seem like she heard your reaction but was starting to close in on you anyway; with post haste you collected your things and headed out the Cafe. Lucky for you your target also seemed ready to leave walking away, you began tailing him immediately.

"Oh (Y-Y/n)? By any chance would you like to come to my house?"

You ignored her. How in Ronald McDonald did she know it was me? Questions aside you need to focus on your mission freaky sister-in-law or not. She asked some more questions that you ignored in favor of crossing to the same street as the target. You didn't bother acknowledging her until you felt a cold hand squeeze your butt and when you instinctively tried to pull away that same offending hand grabbed your pants. They held you in place long enough for her other hand to grab onto your jacket pulling you into her blushing face.

People around you had noticed but were seemingly too afraid to actually intervene; assuming this was some random crackhead just bothering you. Fuyumi's assault escalated to her attempt to kiss you or more accurately: to put her exposed tongue on and in your mouth.

This is Bad! Nobody's helping! She could-

If it wasn't already bad enough she has grabbed a fistful of your wig and moved you closer to her. You enhanced the stickiness of your hair to keep your cover but you were too preoccupied to know where your target had gone.

"Hey you!"

The face of your assailant was grasped in the biting grip of an alien-looking starfish. She immediately let go to try and pull the thing off her face; you were sure you saw a light spray of blood as she turned away. Your hero grabbed your hand dragging you away from the crowd that forming around Fuyumi. Pulled into a maze of alleyways by your mysterious savior, you let them pull you 'til you were a distance away.

They were heaved over, hands on their knees heavily breathing. You mimicked their posture and stance you were still undercover, so typical civilian stamina was required. When the mystery person finally stood up straight, you fought the cold-sweat fear from showing on your face.

It was none other than your target: Hud.

Charges included assault, battery, terrorism, conspiracy, and most controversial of all-- vigilantism. She apparently was the supplier and instigator of many other vigilantes popping up in Japan.

"You're (h/n), right?"

You didn't respond expecting to throw down, you enhanced your detection. They waved their hands in refusal.

"I'm not trying to fight. You were on my case right?"

"...I'm guessing I was on yours too considering you were tailing me all this week.

She chuckled a bit before scratching her neck in embarrassment, "I uh didn't think you noticed." She popped up looking as though she remembered something. "That was Fuyumi Todoroki right? According to some birdies of mine they're pretty horrible to you. Would you like our help?"

You fought your desire to rub your belly. "How would you do that and why?"

Her tone became dark and her mouth stretched slowly into a wicked smirk.

"Our goal has always been to eradicate the true monsters of this world. And our investigation has led us time and time again to the Todorokis. They will pay with their blood and we shan't rest while they claim another life."

"While your cause is noble I can't condone killing of any kind."

"Thank you but we will be doing this regardless of your cooperation."

She turned to climb a nearby fire escape but you put your hand out for her one last time.

"When you say Todoroki's you don't mean Shoto do you?"

She doesn't look at you but she laughs. Still giggling she disappears to the roof of the building. You give her a five-second start a: a courtesy for her help and you enhance your jumping ability to the roof only to find that she has once again disappeared.

TBC

#yanderes #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yanderexrea #yandere #yandere harem #yandere family #yandere mha #yandere bnha #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia #brother deku #yandere todoroki #yandere fuyumitodoroki #yandere shoto x reader #yandere shoto todoroki

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slightlycrunchy · 3 years

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Number 7 “ who did this to you? “ “ silence* “ hey, look at me. look at me. who did this to you? Some Dadzawa and Shinson?

Thank you, Sam. I haven't written dadzawa in too long! 🥺

Dadzawa and shinson, WC 1000~, rated G, pretty fluffy honestly

It's not really the fact that he's tied to a tree, wrists bound and mouth covered, scalp digging uncomfortably into bark, that bothers him. It's not really that he's sweating through a fabric that wasn't made to be breathable or comfortable in any sense of the word, or that he can hardly take said breaths through the small opening left for him above his lip, nose whistling with each wheeze, either. No, while none of those are pleasant, that isn't the part that makes his cheeks heat with shame.

No, that comes from who finds him, an hour (he thinks) after he’s been left to be found.

Hitoshi could roll his eyes at the universe right now. You’re a fucking asshole, he projects strongly into the astral plane. Of course it wouldn’t be anyone else other than a very specific dark figure making their way over the crest of the hill.

Aizawa.

It all plays out in slow motion to Hitoshi, the wildly searching eyes squinting in recognition, confusion turning to concern. Hitoshi stopped struggling a while ago, but he picks it up again now, simply out of embarrassment. He has to show that he fought, that he tried. As Aizawa walks closer, Hitoshi feels his breath catch in his chest, his failure writ plain for his mentor to see; wrapped up tight in his own capture weapon.

“Shinsou,” Aizawa says gently, only spending a moment to take in Hitoshi’s entire mummified body before starting on the knots around his hands. Never did Shinsou understand the length of his capture weapon better than now, when the lengths of it have been wrapped around him multiple times. The ends at his wrists come loose, followed by the ones at his chest, mouth, forehead. The other boys had held him down roughly, and he had fought, his skin turning red with scrapes against the tree.

He thought he had been alone; just another way he failed. He didn’t hear them coming.

Hitoshi can't look up at Aizawa when the man is done, grey fabric piling onto the ground with a soft rustle at Hitoshi’s feet that does nothing to betray what the cloth had been used to accomplish. Hitoshi can’t help eyeing it warily from the corners of his vision. His own weapon used against him...how pathetic.

“Shinsou, look at me please.”

Hitoshi’s stomach plummets to his feet, falling out to rest right next to his scarf, he’s sure. He feels heat behind his eyes and tries to blink it away rapidly.

“Please, kid. It’s alright.”

Aizawa is being so gentle and Hitoshi hates it. He loves it and he hates it. How long has he wanted something like this? An adult showing clear and obvious care for him? But not like this, he thinks hatefully. He’s so unbearably selfish, isn’t he?

Unable to disobey Aizawa in anything however, Hitoshi finally looks up and immediately wishes he hadn’t. Aizawa’s face is flat--’unreadable’ is usually what Hitoshi would call it but now he can swear he sees the disappointment already felt radiating off of the man. This is it. This will be the final straw that Hitoshi has been expecting from day one. Aizawa will tell him the words he’s been ready to hear, “You couldn’t even do this one thing? Fight back against a few teenagers that were probably smaller than you? Pathetic.”

But those aren’t the words he hears.

“Who did this to you?”

It takes a moment for Hitoshi to realize his mouth has gone agape, closing it with a snap. He can’t look anymore, eyes darting back to the ground--

“Hitoshi.” There’s a hand on his shoulder now, firm and warm, warmer than the summer heat that soaks Hitoshi’s clothes even under the shade of the tree. Some of the sweat is from his fear, but whatever. He’ll ignore that bit. He can’t ignore the hand though, his focus pinpointed on his own body. He hears Aizawa sigh heavily.

Oh, now Hitoshi understands.

Aizawa wants to know who did it, so that he can be sure just how much of a fuck up Hitoshi is.

“I don’t know their names, sensei,” he begins, every word hard won from his own mouth. He feels like he’s walking to his own death, and he clasps his hands together in front of him so that Aizawa can’t see how they shake. “I think they were a class above...maybe. I dunno.” His words fade into a whisper. Every second of this is horrible.

The hand disappears, slowly and just as gently as it had come and with its lost weight Hitoshi knows this is it. He nearly flinches when Aizawa opens his mouth to speak.

“That’s fine. Nezu has cameras all over this place, I’m sure we can find them. Attacking other students is prohibited, and both he and I don’t take it lightly.”

Hitoshi can’t help it now as his head shoots up, lips parted in disbelief as he stares at Aizawa. “Wh-what?”

Aizawa’s face is still calm, though maybe Hitoshi imagines a sort of fire in his eyes, an intensity he only gets when he and Hitoshi spar.

“‘What’, what kid? Did you think I wouldn’t care that I found my student tied to a tree, road rash all up and down his arms, sweating in this heat with no access to water for an unknown amount of time? I do care. I care a lot.”

And god Hitoshi believes him.

Aizawa always does this, says things like there would be no other way to interpret them, like every word that comes from him is law and fact and shouldn’t be challenged. Hitoshi wouldn’t dream of it.

His chest suddenly feels lighter than air.

“You hungry? It’s almost dinner time at the dorms,” Aizawa says, shifting his weight almost imperceptibly as if he is done with all of this, but not in a cruel way. He almost seems uncomfortable. Hitoshi feels a small smile tug at his lips.

“Yea, sensei. Starving.”

❤️Send me prompts

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mochegato · 3 years

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I Can’t Fight This Feeling

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

This was supposed to be an easy job, the last thing he had to do before Talia would think he was ready and let him go on his own path. Trail the heroes back to the Guardian, steal his miraculous, wait until the heroes detransform, steal their miraculous. Lure the villain out and steal his miraculous. Child’s play. He didn’t need years of training for this.

But then they were kids. Kids who started the same age as him. Kids who weren’t being protected as they risked their lives protecting everyone else. Kids who actually cared about the people they worked with. Kids who weren’t self-righteous, condescending, assholes. Kids who deserved to have good lives. But they were kids who were sacrificing their lives for this fight and he could help with that.

Once he finished the mission, they could have their lives back. He takes their miraculous, tracks down Hawkmoth and takes his miraculous, and everything goes back to normal for them. Their lives can go back to normal, like none of this even happened. He just needed to track down Hawkmoth, but that shouldn’t be too difficult. He didn’t know what the heroes had tried already, but they were civilians.

Everything he found out about Ladybug, or rather Marinette Dupain-Cheng, indicated that she had no detective training. He had been trained by the World’s Greatest Detective and the League of Assassins. Even if the butterflies were impossible to track, he should be able to find something that would lead him to the villain. Then he takes that asshole’s miraculous, and the heroes, more specifically Marinette, could have her childhood back, what’s left of it anyway.

He just needed to get started and since he knew Marinette’s identity, that made her the weak link, so he’d start with her. He’d been hoping he could track her to the Guardian, but she hadn’t gone to him. Probably because knew she was being tailed. She hadn’t done anything definitive to show it, she was too good for that, so if he didn’t know the signs, he would have missed it. But he did know the signs, so he hadn’t missed them.

He could see the way her shoulders would tense up when he was watching her soothe to one of her classmates when they were panicking. He could see it in the way her eyes lingered around the playground just a little longer than was normal when she was babysitting. He could see it in the forced even breaths when she was feeding strays. He could see it in the way she would be in a design trance, focused on sketching, her eyes bright, and she would suddenly snap her head up, snap her book closed and head home. He could see it in the way her smile suddenly strained when she was helping a stranger.

After another few weeks of trailing her, he had finally decided it was time to take her miraculous. Instead of trailing her to the Guardian then take her miraculous, he’d take her miraculous and trail Chat Noir to the guardian. He was the second in command, therefore he was the most likely to approach the Guardian with the information and come up with a plan. Whatever plan they came up with didn’t matter, as soon as he knew where the Guardian was, it was over.

Now, he just had to come up with the perfect time to take it, without hurting her too much in the process, which was going to be a challenge no matter when he did it. There was no way she would just let him take them and while he could definitely overpower Marinette, he was hoping to do it with as little violence to her as possible. Everything he’d observed so far about her told him she would likely already feel like she failed once he took them, he definitely would have. Hopefully she reacted better to it than he would have, because back then, when he worked with Bruce, when he had a home, or thought he did, he would have gone into a deep depression. He already knew it was going to happen, but he didn’t want to make it worse. She didn’t deserve that. She didn’t deserve any of this.

The easiest way seemed to be to knock her out as painlessly as possible. So here he was, following her, hanging back more than a respectable distance so he wouldn’t alert her to his presence and waiting for the perfect opportunity to isolate her and use the tranquilizer dart in his pocket. And that would have been the way things went except it seems fate had a change of plans, in a way that only a crowbar to the side of the head could do. This time it wasn’t a clown wielding the crowbar, but the effects were just as devastating.

There was a somewhat sheltered part of the park Marinette was walking through, trees on either side of a narrow walkway, shielding the area from prying eyes. If she kept the direction she was going, she’d walk right through it, and that was where he’d strike. He gripped the dart tighter in his pocket, prepping himself for what he was about to do to her. He’d just picked up his pace when someone burst through an apartment building wall. Or rather, something did.

An akuma calling himself the Shusher jumped at the kids in the park, wielding a crowbar of all things, to silence all of Paris. Each hit stole a bit of volume, until it stole their life, which to Jason’s horror, he demonstrated on Marinette. She’d acted immediately, jumping in front of the kids, giving them time to run, drawing him away from the direction they ran. She’d dodged well for the first few swings, but after that, she’d grabbed his arm and kicked his kidney. If the man hadn’t been an akuma, Jason was positive he’d be on the floor, but with the magical reinforcement, the akuma didn’t even flinch. Instead, he swung hard, and with the close proximity, she didn’t have the room to dodge this time.

Jason froze at the first swing. Why did it have to be a crowbar? He couldn’t get his body to move. He couldn’t react. He couldn’t help. And he couldn’t tear his eyes away. The first hit knocked him out of his stupor. The sight was horrifying. His body finally moved, but slower than normal. It didn’t seem to respond to him like it usually did. He didn’t reach them until Marinette was already on the ground, no longer breathing.

He watched the blood seep out from under her until it had saturated the ground around her. A sickeningly satisfied smile spread across the akuma’s face as he examined Jason to see what he would do. Jason looked to the side toward the sheltered part of the park and back to the akuma. He pulled his hood over his head until the only part of him that could be seen was his glowing green eyes.

“Game on, mother fucker,” Jason growled as he sprung at the akuma, catching him around the waist and rolling toward the shielded section of the park. He let the akuma attack him, backing him up until they were fully shielded on all sides by the trees. Once he was sure nobody could see them and no cameras could record them, he leaped up and attacked the akuma with a volley of kicks and punches that would have left any normal human dead and unrecognizable within seconds.

He continued to attack the akuma until he heard the miraculous team arrive. He kept the akuma distracted while Marinette’s team found her body and took a minute to mourn. When they approached with a new found determination, he backed into the trees, effectively disappearing from the scene. The akuma switched targets quickly, more interested in taking the miraculous than continuing a pointless fight with him. Jason watched the akuma jump away and the team follow him.

The fight was long and messy without their leader there to guide them and them emotionally thrown off by her death, but Jason kept a close eye on the news coverage of it in case he had to step in. Every fiber in his being was pushing him to join the fight and tear the bastard to pieces, slowly and in the most painful ways possible. But he couldn’t do that. If he did, Talia would know what he did, that he intentionally betrayed them. He wouldn’t last the week, let alone Marinette.

And regardless of the outcome of the fight with the heroes, the man wouldn’t survive the week anyway. Jason was going to make sure of it. That thought was the only one running through his head as he watched Marinette’s lifeless body strewn out on the ground, her arms at odd angles, the bruises starting to form, the spots where the crowbar hit starting to puff up. He could no longer make out the shape of her face. Her eyes, which had always been so bright and hopeful and passionate, were now lifeless and dull.

It stole his breath away. He felt a sharp pain in his chest that wouldn’t go away, worse than if he would have taken a hit to the chest from the crowbar. Which is exactly what should have happened. He had training. He had experience. He should have been the one to jump into the fight, not Marinette. She didn’t have any of that and she jumped in to save those kids. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold him off for long and she still did it.

And he wanted to be angry or surprised but he wasn’t either. Because he’d done his research. He’d been observing her for over a month now in and out of the suit. That’s just who she was. That’s who he was supposed to hurt. God, the idea of being the cause for her eyes to dull over hurt. But he kind of was, wasn’t he. And his plan, if he went through with it, would do it all over again.

After an eternity, a wave of pink and red ladybugs swept through the area, returning the surrounding buildings to normal. Marinette gasped back to life. She jolted up to sitting only to slump immediately after. She took a few shuttering breaths before reaching up to feel her ears. “No, no, no, no,” she started panicking and searched her surroundings.

“They’re gone,” Jason answered the unasked question.

She stared at him wide-eyed, fear lacing her eyes, quickly turning to a furious glare. He held up his hands in surrender. “It wasn’t me. It was your friend so she could fight the akuma.” She looked at him doubtfully, but nodded. She was healed after all, so the akuma must have been defeated. She kept her eyes on him and slowly urged her body to tense in preparation for whatever attack he had planned.

“Relax. I’m not going to fight you, kid. I’m not looking for a fight today… except maybe that guy with the crowbar,” he growled the last part of his sentence, his eyes wandering in the direction the fight had gone.

“No! You can’t do that,” Marinette exclaimed loudly, almost lunging at him, but collapsing back down almost instantly from the shock of movement to her system.

“Are you serious, Goody Two Shoes? He killed you. He beat you until you stopped breathing. He took your life from you with no remorse and you’re going to protect him?” Jason barked.

“It wasn’t him.” Jason scoffed at her. “I’m not saying he’s a good guy. I don’t know him. But, the akumas, they change a person, morph them, make them into someone they aren’t. It isn’t them. And I don’t want anyone dead because of me.” She met Jason’s glare with a determined one of her own for a few seconds before she looked away. “And it’s Marinette, not Kid or Goody Two Shoes.”

Jason narrowed his eyes at her and pressed his lips together in frustration. “Fine. I won’t kill him. But you need to be careful because the League of Assassins is after your jewelry. And stop telling strangers your name.”

Her eyes snapped back up to meet his. “What is the League of Assassins?” she asked cautiously. “And like you didn’t know my name already. You know it. Use it.”

“Fine,” he rolled his eyes. “And you wouldn’t believe me about the League if I told you.” He shook his head lightly, but the serious expression on his face was enough to scare Marinette.

“Try me.” Her voice held more confidence than she felt. Like she was challenging him.

“It’s a league … comprised… of assassins.”

Marinette rolled her eyes and huffed out a long suffering breath. He gave her a charming grin, maybe the first authentic, happy smile he’d given since before he died. He looked in her eyes and suddenly turned away. His smile faded to a frown. “There's a timer on this peace. They want the miraculous and they want them before you defeat Hawkmoth because they know they’ll have no way to track them once you’re not using them anymore.”

He looked back in her eyes. “They'll send somebody else as soon as I leave here. They’ll send more.”

“Someone better?” she chuckled mirthlessly.

Jason scoffed and gave her a roguish smile. “Oh Pixie, there is no one better.”

Marinette actually laughed. “Well then, I've already survived the best. I'm sure I can survive the rest,” she said defiantly. “And I told you to call me Marinette.”

Jason smiled proudly, but quickly shook it off. As long as Hawkmoth was active, they were in danger, she was in danger and he wouldn’t be able to protect her. The only way out of it was to become him. “Not unless you're willing to kill them. They're not like me. They won't walk away when they see who you are. They'll keep coming until you kill them.”

She looked at him curiously. “And who am I? Who am I to you to make you stop?”

Jason looked away, his eyes unfocused for a moment before returning to her eyes. “You're like me, like I used to be. But better. You're who I should have been, who I was supposed to be.” His head whipped around to the sound of people calling her name. “Time’s up. Good luck.”

“Wait…” she called after him. She tried to get up and go after him, but he was already gone before she could ask more questions.

Two weeks later she received an email addressed to Pixie with a clear video shot through a window of Gabriel Agreste transforming into Hawkmoth. A week later, she, Chat, and the rest of the team took him down, with video documentation of the whole thing and Officer Raincomprix as a witness. Ultimately, once they knew who to go after, it was actually extremely easy to sneak in camouflaged and immobilize him. They just needed that last piece of the puzzle.

The justice investigation was quick, as was the trial. Everyone involved was eager to get it over as quickly as possible, and with incontrovertible evidence against him, Gabriel didn’t have much of a defense to give anyway. Waking up Adrien’s mother took a bit longer, but with the help of the monks in the temple, she made a full recovery. Marinette’s memories of the previous three years, however never did.

Chapter 3

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Danger First

Chapter 5

@pocketramblr :3

The day started off well. Really, it did. Izuku got up on time, still filled with warm fuzziness from the time he spent with his friends (friends!) the afternoon before, had a good breakfast, left early enough to catch an earlier train, saw an interesting hero fight, and then...

He was hit with a wave of nausea as he caught sight of the crowd outside UA's gates. Was it a mob? An attack? Terrorists?

... Reporters?

Yeah, those were cameras and microphones. But why was a crowd of reporters making him feel this way?

Maybe they were terrorists disguised as reporters. Or, maybe Izuku had picked up some paranoia to go with his anxiety. How fun.

If they were real reporters, they were probably here about All Might. Him cutting back on active hero work to teach had been big news.

Ughhhh. What should he do? Whoever they were, they weren't likely to leave. He didn't want to walk through them, though. What if they were dangerous? (And even if they weren't, he didn't want reporters looking at him, asking him questions. What would he say to them?)

He bit his lip and watched the crowd from around his chosen corner. Why did he have to be so wimpy and timid? He was a hero student, now. He should be better. Braver.

Oh! There was Iida!

He scuttled over to his friend.

"Ah! Midoriya! You're early today! Few people arrive at school at the same time I do!"

"Y-yeah! I managed to catch the earlier train today, so..." He looked back at the crowd of reporters. Maybe reporters. Maybe terrorists. "I think, maybe we should wait to go in as a group, though. I mean, it'll be more efficient than trying to fight through those reporters one at a time, right?"

"An excellent idea, Midoriya!" exclaimed Iida, waving his hands enthusiastically. "It's very admirable of you, to always be thinking about how to help others."

"W-well," said Izuku, blushing. It wasn't untrue, but it also wasn't the whole story. "I mean, I don't... It's more that they kind of freak me out a bit? The reporters..."

Iida nodded sagely. "There are heroes like that, too. Are you planning on going underground, then?"

There was a certain amount of appeal to underground heroics, but he was supposed to be All Might's successor. Then again, if One for All never worked properly for him and Mr. Yagi asked for it back... Quirk or not, Izuku was here, now, in UA, in the hero course, and Mr. Yagi had said he could be a hero without a quirk.

"I haven't really decided yet. But UA teaches all hero course students the three main branches of heroics, so we don't really have to choose a specialty until later, and even then there are heroes like Sir Nighteye who blur the lines, right?"

"Yes, it's one of the things that make UA such a superior institution!" chortled Monoma.

"Ah, Monoma! I agree! It is important for all heroes to be aware of the work their colleagues do, and to be well-rounded individuals!"

Monoma!?

"Um," said Izuku. "When did you get here?"

"Just a minute ago," said Monoma. "I was looking for a way around these savages when I overheard your conversation. Really, it's a shame that UA allows such rabble to prevent students from entering. If only there was something they could do..."

"I'm afraid I must disagree," said Iida. "Freedom of the press is exceedingly important for the function of society!"

Monoma looked slightly alarmed. "I don't mean to say it isn't, it's just-" he gestured at the gates, "-we can't get in. The other entrances are like this, too. It's aggravating."

"There... might be another way in," said Iida, after a moment.

"Oh?"

"Yes, my brother told me about a hidden entrance that was here when he attended UA. I suppose... I suppose these would be the right circumstances to use it."

"Lead the way, then, Iida," said Monoma.

Iida nodded stiffly. "We should wait and see if any of our classmates would like to come with us."

Several of their classmates did want to come with them, including Uraraka, Asui (who was still a little under the weather), Tokoyami (Dark Shadow was not a fan of flashing lights), and Hagakure. They were also joined by a couple of 1-B students, a cadre of business course kids, and a pink haired support course girl who seemed very interested in Iida's legs, much to his flustered confusion.

Kacchan did not join them, much to Izuku's dismay, instead choosing to bulldoze his way through the ranks of reporters, nearly giving Izuku a heart attack when he body-checked a man with blue-white hair.

At this point, their group was becoming rather large and noticeable, and Iida was getting antsy about the time, so off they went.

Iida led them to what appeared to be an entirely unnoteworthy piece of wall and knocked. There was a pause just long enough to make Iida start to sweat, and then the wall opened, revealing Midnight- Ms. Kayama!

"Oh?" she said, clearly delighted. "Chibiida using the top secret teacher's entrance? Has high school done what we couldn't? Are you finally loosening up?"

Chibiida.

CHIBIIDA.

First: how? Why? Iida was over ten centimeters taller than Izuku! Secondly: Iida was never going to recover from this.

"That- that's not it! At all! I am simply attempting to help my fellow students enter the school without being harassed by reporters, Ms. Kayama!"

"You can still call me big sis Nemuri, you know."

"I refuse! It would be inappropriate of me as a student!"

Ms. Kayama sighed. "Well, you aren't wrong about those reporters. They can be a pain. So, just this once, let me welcome you kids to the forbidden environs of the staff area!" She made a grandiose gesture with her arm. "And it's all thanks to Chibiida here."

Iida started muttering about propriety and rules.

Izuku had the feeling it would be a long day.

"All right, Hikage, in your professional opinion-"

"What does building inspecting have to do with anything?"

"What?" said Nana. "I didn't say anything about building inspecting."

"You asked for my professional opinion."

"Yes?" said Nana, already dreading where this would go.

"I was a vigilante. For the purposes of money, I was a professional, licensed building inspector."

"I thought you were a professional hermit," said En.

"I was an amateur hermit. You don't get paid for that."

En blinked. "I can't believe people let you into their buildings."

"There were a few times-"

Nana decided to table the question of how neither she nor En had known Hikage was a building inspector. "Okay, fine. Forget the professional part. In your opinion, what was going on with that one reporter guy?"

"Oh," said Hikage. "He's definitely planning a murder."

"A murder!" exclaimed Yoichi.

"Yes, and probably of someone close to Ninth."

"Why didn't you say something?" demanded Yoichi, attempting to lift the taller man up by the front of his shirt and failing.

"Because there's not much we can do about it?"

"Just because you're right doesn't mean I have to like it!" He spun on his heel and stalked up to the silent and incomplete ghost of Toshinori. "It had better not be you, do you hear me? Don't you dare pull an Obi-Wan on poor, sweet Izuku!"

"Does anyone know what he's talking about?" asked Nana.

"Not really," admitted Banjo.

"Today," said Mr. Aizawa, after he finished passing out feedback from the battle trial, "you'll pick a class president."

All around Izuku, his classmates threw their hands into the air, eager for the chance to show off their leadership skills.

Izuku kept his hand down. It wasn't that he didn't want to stand out or do the work! It was just... between training after school with Mr. Yagi and Aizawa and trying to get his anxiety under control, he didn't think he'd do a very good job.

Yoichi started disappearing his "Izuku for President" banners.

Iida, though... Iida would do well, Izuku thought. Look at him, organizing everyone into a vote.

"You're not running, Midori?" asked Hagakure.

"N-no, haha, I have too many other commitments to do a good job, I think."

"That's too bad! I would have voted for you."

There was a smattering of agreement, mostly from Iida and Uraraka. Izuku started blushing.

"R-really? Why?"

("Strawberry," someone whispered.)

"Well, you helped me out during the entrance exam, and you were pretty cool during training yesterday." More agreement. "But if you're not running, I guess I'll pick Monoma. He did get rid of the purple creep."

"Ahahaha, yes, I am clearly the superior candidate!" crowed Monoma, standing up and putting his foot on his chair to pose.

"But his personality's really weird, which is why you would have been my first choice, Midoriya."

"I think Iida would be a good choice!" said Uraraka, raising her hand. "He's super organized and he helped a bunch of us get past the reporters this morning."

More general agreement. Then Todoroki cleared his throat. Everyone looked at him.

"Yaoyorozu," he said.

That was it.

"Good point," agreed Jirou.

"A TIE?!"

As the only one who hadn't voted for one of the three in the tie, Aoyama was forced to be the tiebreaker. This was done as dramatically as humanly possible.

Yaoyorozu was now president of class 1-A.

This led to a ferocious battle between Monoma and Iida that Iida won by a single vote. Monoma was promptly chosen as class treasurer. Just in time for their other classes.

"Those who possess forbidden knowledge should stay together," said Tokoyami gravely as he sat down with Uraraka, Iida, and Izuku.

"Are you talking about the staff area?" asked Asui, who slid in after him.

"Indeed," intoned Tokoyami gravely. "The dark path we have all walked-"

"Fumi is just bad at asking people to be his friends!"

"Dark Shadow!"

Izuku almost started crying into his rice. Having friends was so great.

"I'll be your friend!" said Izuku.

"Me, too!" said Uraraka, pumping a fist.

"Ah," said Tokoyami, coughing into a fist. "I am sure we will be great companions in the darkness of the coming days."

Speaking of darkness... Izuku couldn't help but feel uneasy about... something. He had been ever since seeing those reporters.

"So, Midori, is your hair full of secrets?"

"Wh-what?"

"Don't listen to her! She's just being silly! Like a little sister."

"It's what you always say about that actor you like! His hair is fluffy because it's full of secrets!"

"So, you and Dark Shadow are like brother and sister?" asked Midoriya, changing the subject.

The conversation segued into discussion of their families, and just when Iida was extolling the virtues of his older brother, Izuku's unease spiked. He dropped his chopsticks.

"Is something wrong?" asked Uraraka.

"I... don't know? It just feels like something bad is going to-"

The school alarm promptly went off.

"Wow!" said Kirishima. "Iida can do entrances and exits! Manly!"

"Wow," said Banjo, "I guess they picked the right guy for the job, after all. He can find entrances and exits! More than my class vice president ever did..."

"Are you copying the small red child?" asked Hikage.

"What?"

"Never mind."

"Today's heroics class will be focused on how to fall safely and other basic combat techniques. Before we begin, although you may practice these techniques on your own, outside of class, if you want to spar with others, you need adult supervision until you reach a level where I'm satisfied you won't seriously injure yourself or others by mistake. Now, firstly..."

"Mr. Aizawa? Is- um. Was it really just the press breaking in earlier?"

It was time for his first special quirk training with Aizawa, and he should be asking what they were doing today (especially since Aizawa had him change out of his gym uniform and back to his regular uniform), but he couldn't stop thinking about the break-in.

"What makes you think otherwise?"

"I'm, well, I'm not sure? I just, this morning, when I saw them, I got a really bad feeling? Like something bad was going to happen. And it doesn't seem, um, logical, that normal reporters would be able to do that to UA's gate. I mean, anyone can have any quirk- no such thing as a villainous quirk. But someone with a quirk like that, they'd put a lot of effort into controlling it and stuff so stuff like this wouldn't happen by mistake. I guess a reporter could have done it on purpose, though, but then it'd be really easy for UA to find out it was them, wouldn't it? Or the police. Since heroes and police have access to the national quirk registry, so you just have to cross-reference reporters with the registry to find quirks that could fit. But would they know that? Anyway, it seems more logical for a third party to have used the press as cover to infiltrate the school. But why? If nothing is missing and no one is hurt, which would be grounds for school being canceled, the next conclusion would be information gathering. But that still leaves the question of the ultimate ends- Mr. Aizawa? Are you okay?"

His teacher had been glaring at a camera mounted in the corner of the classroom and mouthing things at it.

"I'm fine," said Aizawa. He sighed. "You are right that we haven't located the person who destroyed the gates, but please be assured that we are investigating the incident throughly. Especially Principal Nezu." He shot another glare at the camera, as if to say he'd better be.

"Regardless, it isn't something you need to worry about as a student. We're adding more safety protocols to make sure it doesn't happen again."

"Oh, okay. S-so, what are we doing today? Sensory deprivation? Electric shocks? Stress positions? Bean bag barrage for dodging? High stakes hell exam?" He was ready for anything and very excited.

Aizawa stared at him flatly. "We're... doing quirk counseling."

"Yes?"

"Kid... except for maybe the last one... what exactly gave you the idea that any of those things had anything to do with quirk counseling?"

Izuku started to get the feeling he'd seriously messed up. Except he didn't feel particularly anxious about it.

"Oh, uh, Mom used to get brochures like that in the mail, after I was diagnosed? She didn't ever answer any, but... Apparently, some people originally thought to be quirkless got quirks after being in a high stress situation."

"But no one actually did any of those things to you."

"Not really?"

"Midoriya..."

Izuku looked away. He shouldn't have said anything. He didn't like the quirk counselor at Eisley Elementary, but he didn't want to get her in trouble, either. After all, he was the only one she had to do that stuff with, since his quirk hadn't shown up...

Aizawa sighed with the air of someone exercising a lot of self-control. "Except for that last one," said Aizawa, "and that's debatable, all of those are torture techniques."

Ah. Well. That maybe explained a few things.

"They are not a normal part of quirk counseling. At some point, we may incorporate some combat into this, but that will be to help you become more familiar with your quirk. Not just for the sake of making you stressed."

"But if we aren't doing combat, what are we doing?"

"Well, first we're going to try to figure out what your quirk is. Why don't you sit down." He took out some papers as Izuku made his way to his desk. "Alright. I'm going to go through these questions and write down your answers... then we're going to go through them again while I'm canceling your quirk." He paused. "Actually, first. What did you mean when you said you had a bad feeling about the reporters?"

"If I were alive," said Yoichi, "I would be committing so much murder right now."

"I thought we left this behind when Ninth graduated," said Nana. "I thought you said you were going to forgive them because they were stupid kids and Ninth forgave them."

"Well, first off, I lied. Secondly, teachers aren't kids. If we ever get hit by a quirk that brings us back to life, the quirk counselor at his old school will be my first victim."

Nana sighed. "That isn't going to happen."

"Who's going to stop me?"

"Less a who, and more the fact that there has never been a quirk that could revive the dead."

"Meaningless!" exclaimed Yoichi. "Death cannot stop me!"

"Think he's finally lost it after all this time?" asked En, leaning towards Nana.

"No, I think he's just messing with us," hoped Nana.

"Alright, kid," said Aizawa exhaustion evident in his tone. "Between your answers, your exam results, the battle trial results, how you react when I use my quirk on you, and Monoma's assessment... Your quirk is at least partially sensory.",

Izuku tried not to feel disappointed, but that seemed rather incomplete as a conclusion. Even though he knew about Danger Sense and this probably was Danger Sense.

"Yeah, I know, it's underwhelming, but remember this is the first session. Whatever your quirk actually does, though, you seem to be using it to detect threats."

Okay, that was more in line with expectations.

"I mean... maybe? I think so. That feels right."

"We also need to figure out what it's stockpiling. Have you ever felt any particular draw to certain situations? More than your peers?"

"Um. I watch a lot of hero fights?"

"You're a fight chaser?"

"A little bit?" admitted Izuku, squirming a little.

Aizawa sighed heavily. "I seriously hope your quirk doesn't stockpile danger- don't test that."

He wasn't going to!

Probably.

Speaking of, though, what did One for All actually stockpile? Power was a very vague description... He'd just went along with it because a) quirk and b) All Might, but it would probably be good to know.

"Next time we meet, I'll be running you through the basic quirk assessment battery- that's a series of tests usually given to five-year-olds to help their pediatric quirk doctors and quirk counselors identify difficult or stubborn quirks. You should have gone through it when you were younger."

Izuku shook his head. "All I remember is the x-ray."

"Why would you get an x-ray?"

"For the toe joint? To tell whether or not I was quirkless?" Why was he saying this? He was going to blow his cover and his secret out of the water! This was so dumb.

But he did say it. Maybe it was his guilty conscience from lying to and misleading Mr. Aizawa so much.

"That's a myth," said Aizawa.

"What?"

"It isn't true." Aizawa began to slump down in his seat. "It's an old wives' tale. Everyone quirkless has the double joint, but not everyone with the double joint is quirkless. I have the double joint, as do about twenty-five percent of people with meta quirks." By the time he finished, only the top half of his face was visible.

"Oh," said Izuku. He wasn't sure what else to say. At least the secret of One for All was completely intact.

"I hate to say this, kid, but it sounds like everyone involved in your early quirk education was incredibly incompetent. You shouldn't have had to deal with that, even if you were truly quirkless. It takes just as much counseling to deal with that in today's day and age as something like, say, Ashido's quirk."

Izuku had never heard it put like that before. "Okay."

"Now, before I send you off for today, do you have any questions about anything we'll be doing? Any of the tests we'll be running, normal quirk counseling procedures, anything. It's important for you to feel comfortable about this."

Izuku's eyes teared up. This had already been a very emotional day, and he wasn't sure a teacher had ever asked him that and meant it. "Mr. Aizawa," he said, earnestly, "you're the best teacher I've ever had."

"Is that a joke?" asked Aizawa, flatly.

Izuku shook his head, centrifugal force flinging his teardrops away.

"That's messed up, kid. I'm terrible."

"You're the best," protested Izuku.

"I just need you to know how incredibly low that bar is. Your other teachers must have gotten shovels to dig tunnels under it. They must be dancing limbo in hell."

Izuku blinked. He had no idea what that meant. "I think they're all still alive..."

"Not for long," muttered Aizawa.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #danger first #danger first au #fic #fanfic

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