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#it’s just that at my school that’s what the girls who manipulated the ND kids called us...
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Haii, it was awesome to read something dark with the recoms and human fem reader. Maybe a part 2 with the others, I'llgive some short ideas for each.
like Mansk blackmailing reader ( coughOnlyFanscough) to get what he wants. He's got that hacker look
Ja being a medic, so he's gotta hang out a lot at the lab right? So he may use some aphrodisiac drug on reader 'accidentally'
Lopez kiNda looks like a dangerous guy with all of his tattoos. Maybe he scares off the others by threatening them or bullying reader into dating him.
Prager seems like Im nice but not actually. He could be a manipulator type.
yes. i swear i was going to write for the others too but i’m busyyy n my brains not working anymore :( i also made the ja one x male reader cuz idk what happened to me cuz im missing the feeling of being a dude idk omg.
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rape/non-con. with the recoms.
part 1 ft. recom. miles quaritch & recom. lyle wainfleet.
1. mansk x single mother!fem!reader. 2. ja/alexander x m!reader.
warnings: vaginal fingering, lactation kink, gay oral sex (m. rec.), pet names, blackmailing, kidnapping?, humiliating, mentions of killing, no proofreading
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mansk: you both agreed that its a one night thing. it was too much and you couldn’t handle not being filled anymore. it went nice and smooth and you liked it, you did, really. mansk knew that it was a one night stand and he was fine with it, really, didn’t even care, but the whole thing with you, how small your wrists were, how your tits fit perfectly in his hands, how the way your tummy bulged when he was thrusting into you, he had to record it. and he did. he thought if he recorded it, he could use it against you. and that’s exactly what he did.
“you have no other choice,” you looked at him in disbelief, did he really record the entire thing... why would he even do that, the questions swam in your head as you stared at him with wide eyes, “no, no, no, no i can’t i can’t we can’t this is so wrong. oh god. please just forget about it we can’t do this. let’s both forget about it, please, mansk, let’s not talk about it ever again, okay? please...” he let out a low chuckle, “no, doll, listen, you either go there to the table, bend over and lift your pretty skirt up and let me do you, or else i’ll show general ardmore everything. you know how strict she is with the rules and shit, it’s up to you, really, in the end you’re the one who will lose a job, not me.” it was true. you will end up losing everything you’ve worked hard for. you won’t even have enough money to raise your kid, to provide him a good life and a good school. you bit your lip and looked up at him, your glossy eyes meeting his yellow ones before your hands went to the hem of your skirt, lifting it up exposing your lower body to him, “lose the shirt too,” it came out of his mouth more of a suggestion rather than a command, and like the good girl you are you unbuttoned all the buttons exposing your chest to his hungry gaze, you felt like a slice of meat for him to devour.
“what are you waiting for?” mansk said, slightly annoyed, he wanted to feel your soft skin, wanted to kiss your plump lips, wanted to feel the soft texture of your hair, he wanted you. he couldnt take it anymore. couldn’t bare not being able to touch you, his face dropped when he saw you looking at your feet with a shade of pink tinting your cheek, he lifted you face up look at him using his index and thumb, “what is it what’s wrong pretty girl?” your eyes met his sharp ones, you swallowed the lump in your throat before replying, “i can’t bend i - i’m -” he just gave you a low ‘oh’ realizing what you were trying to say “it’s okay, baby, you’ll just lay down nd look pretty for me, okay?” you nodded your head and went to your bed and layed down on your bed, mansk was towering over you, his long legs spread on each side of your body as his hand fondling with your left breast, his mouth already kissing and sucking on your right breast, giving teasy licks to your already hard nipple before taking it in his mouth, his hand started massaging the skin as he sucked, you let out a high pitched moan as you his knee between your legs rubbing your heat as his mouth sucked harder and harder, it was too much. the way he was fondling with your sore tits, sucking and biting at the sensetive bud, your hand went to his face trying to push him off of your chest but you stopped when you felt the liquid gush out of your nipple and into his mouth, his hand started kneading your other breast.
mask let out a low growl at the feeling of your warm milk oozing out of your hard nipple and landing on your hand as he drank your pearly white milk still squeezing your tits, “s-stop please c-can’t do this nymore please,” his eyes met your glossy ones while your mascara was running down your bambi eyes.
you didnt even notice when he flipped you so he was laying on the bed and you were on top of him, didn’t even notice when his dick started running up and down your slit stopping at youe enterance just to tease you for a bit before sliding it inside of your warm gummy walls, the moan he let out made you even wetter knowing that you are the one who is making an alien feel that good, could you even deny that it made you feel good inside? made you feel warm? could you deny that you like the feeling of a big cock thrusting in and out of you?
the friction on your clit from his pubic bone along with the brutal thrusting of his cock was enough to make a knot form in your lower belly, you couldn’t even tell how long it’s been it sure was longer than 40 minutes from the way he was covered in sweat. he was close, you knew it from the way his chest was rapidly rising and falling a few more long and deep thrusts made you release all over him, coating him with a sticky clear liquid, his hands went from your hips to your waist, wrapping his arms around you as he brought you down to his chest, hearing his heart beat was calming and sad. knowing that hes doing this to you, oh how you wanted to tear his skin apart and rip his heart out of his body, but you couldn’t do anything, why would you anyway? after a few strokes you flet a warm liquid being pumped inside you, his hand petting your head, stroking your hair as he kissed your hair line, “let’s stay like this forever, y/n, just you and me and your child, i’ll protect you, sweetheart,” you sobbed at his words, how could he say that? how could he be in your and your sons life? “i hate you. i hate you. i hate you.” you yelled clawing at his chest as he kissed your head more making a few shh noises. you closed your eyes for a second and opened them again when you heard a loud cry, “let me go. my son needs me.”
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ja: the first time he saw you was in the lab, opening his eyes to someone like you was a heavenly thing, he loved the way your hair would fall down on your face, the way your skillful hands touched his body, it was amazing, it was as if he was being electric shocked. oh how happy he was when you told him he’s doing a good job when he first opened his eyes, touching finger, feeling the rough skin of his fingertips, wriggling his toes, he wanted you to praise him more, it was not enough.
on one rainy night, you were protected in the warmth of your blankets, eyes closed, you groaned when you heard a knock on your door followed by ja’s voice, you hurridly got up and looked for your sweatpants, pulling them up to legs before slightly opening the door, “alexander. what brings you here?” you peeked out the door asking with a hint of annoyance in your tone, ja swallowed a bit already nervous, his hands sweating as he spoke “i, uh, i was out with the others, and we got attacked by nasty wolves, and they kind of, hurt my back and i can’t really reach the area, i was thinking maybe you could land me a hand?” you looked at him and opened the door for him, he towered and walked through the door and sat on your bed, “i’m sorry i didn’t have enough time to throw a shirt on, i’ll put one on right now if it’s bothering you,” “no no it’s okay i don’t - i don’t mind,” it was true. he didn’t mind, it was lovely to watch your chest, your toned abs, your tight chest, pink nipples, it was a heavenly sight, just like you.
“so you got attacked by a nantang?” you hummed and walked to your closet opening it and reaching for the first aid kit and walked back to him “imma gonna need you to take your shirt off,” he nodded his head and took off his shirt, you walked closer and sat behind him on the bed, your hands went to his back your fingers caressing the the wound on his back, “doesn’t look that bad, i’ll just disinfect it, it’s a tiny scratch,” you chuckled and dipped into the tiny bag and reached for a tiny neatly packaged stach of disinfectant wipes, tearing the paper and running the tiny cloth on the wound.
ja let out a hiss, “it hurts?”
“no. it does not,” you hummed and put the tiny cloth on the bed next to you, “all finished looks as good as a new,” you chuckeled and kissed the wound, how could a very innocent act turn him on? pathetic, he turned around and looked at you, “y/n, i,” his hand went to yours and putting it on his chest, “here - can you feel that? feel how my heart is beating, it is beating for you, y/n i want to kiss you, want to hold you, want you all for myself, please y/n, please, say yes, be with me, we can have a really nice live together. i’ll love you forever,” he smiled a little but his smile quickly dropped when you shook your head, “i’m sorry i can’t - i’m not a - i’m not into guys. i do appreciate your feelings though, and i won’t look at you in a different way, i’m your friend, ja,” you said and placed your hand on his shoulder giving a few gentle squeezes.
his heart was shattered, and all he was seeings was red maybe if he showed you a good time you’d give in and be with him, maybe you’re not sure of your sexuality! yes! that must be it, that was only alexanders mind playing jokes on him, cause everytime you touched him, smiled his way, or even laughed at his cheesy jokes it was friendly. all of it. he mistook the signs, he was uncapable of withdrawing his hand as it went to your throat, squeezing, making the air run out of your lungs, his lips crashed to yours, your eyes wide with tears, your face red, you couldn’t breath, you clawed at arms, slapped him on his head to no avail, his free hand was fondling with his belts, undoing his buttons and unzipping them and pulling his dick out, the way you were helpessly and patheticly squirming turned him even more.
his lips left your after what felt like forever for you and his hand went to your hair now, pulling you up to your as you let out a pained whimper, his hand stroking his hard member, with your mouth open letting out pained moans, with his left hand cupping you chin je maneuvered the head of my cock between his lips and you closed around it, unsure abd surprised of what he had put inside your mouth, immediately he pushed forward and sank a good seven inches into your mouth and down your throat, you gagged briefly, then settled, and didn’t pull away.
curiousity took over you and the tip of your tongue danced on his slit and he let our a groan.
“good boy, my good boy,” ja said and started rougly thrusting his cock in and out.
a lot of saliva was running down his shaft and his balls, he kept thrusting in and out, his big balls slapping on your chin as he towered over you, biting his lips, “that’s it, take it all - fuck yes - don-don’t stop, you like that, princess, don’t you?” it was humiliating and embarrassing how a few words made your face burn up, one: due to the lack of oxygen, two: due to the way he was spitting words at you.
with both of his hands on your head he pushed you all the way down, your nose burried in black wirey pubes, your hands went to his abs scratching and throwing punches, it started really strong and then it became weak punches, tears were filling your eyes, making your vision blurry and foggy, his cock pulsed a few times inside your throat before your eyes closed, your feet gave up and you sank to your knees, your hands went to your sides, unable to move anymore you were in a black like void.
he didn’t stop tho, still thrusting into you before pulling out and cumming on your face, his seed landing on your eyes, forehead, cheeks, and nose, even your hair didn’t survive the semen rain.
“you’re comin’ back with me.” ja said as he succuried you in his arms.
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craycraybluejay · 2 years
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what were you like during an ugly phase of your life where you felt you could of been a better person than what you were?
That's a very interesting ask! I was going to answer earlier but I had people around and people make it difficult at times to think too clearly. But here we go.
When I was very little, I was dealing with a hell of a lot. Abuse, being neurodivergent in a neurotypical world, etc. I met a girl, the only person who spent time with me. Most of my early childhood it was just me and my books against the world. Friends did not stick around. And I couldn't really be bothered to do much that wasn't in some way related to music or literature. I was in my head often. I had delusions of grandeur, beliefs in powers and such. But this girl was the first one who did not leave all too quick. She had no friends other than me and I had no friends other than her. I wanted to keep it that way. Whenever I caught her giving "too much" attention to others, that I perceived as more care for them than myself, I would steer her away from them. I was very possessive and afraid she would abandon me if she saw a "better" person. So I kept her with me at almost all times during and after school, no matter the cost for anyone involved. I was manipulative and honestly kind of cruel; we always had to do what I wanted to do and I'm told I often used the "I'm not your friend" phrase to get what I wanted-- which is ironic considering it was my biggest fear that she would leave me. Even after I stopped being such a toxic person, our relationship was very broken and I'm pretty sure I had stunted her social development singlehandedly because her mother was kind of a pushover. Doesn't help that a lot of their family lineage is autistic which made it significantly harder for her to socialize in the first place but I fucked up badly. Very badly. It took years of hard work after all those years of my absolutely godawful behaviour and there was a lot of pushback from her when I tried to get her to exercise or meet new people or try out a new hobby but I never gave up. I did truly care for her the whole time, and added on with the guilt for what I did to her all those years ago, I was even more determined to right my wrongs and the wrongs of absolutely anyone and everyone else who may have hurt her. Nowadays, she is still my closest friend, and the nature of our friendship has changed drastically from the fucked up mess it used to be. There's still issues, but rarely if ever explosive fights like there used to be. The most recent incident has been her family trying to alienate her from me because "if he dies of overdose you'll be sad"/"he's a bad influence because he does drugs." And she is a grownass woman now but still very much suggestible so she followed her family's shit advice and cut me off for awhile. But we got back together later. It's been over a year, two years maybe, but I still get insecure about it. I still hate her family for it. I try not to hate her for it. But I do my best to be as good to her as I can be at any given moment. I still hate myself for what I did all those years ago. For the shit I put her through because I was so fucked from what I was going through. She didn't deserve that.
In a similar time frame, I also talked shit about another nd kid behind his back. I still have no idea why I did it. My best guess is that I was jealous he could be himself in full and the school system supported him and his parents did too. And I was alone and got yelled at for my nd traits often. But it's really only a guess. I have no idea what the fuck led me to do that, in all truth.
Also around that early elementary school age I developed the habit of using people to get by. Being abused 24/7 is not fun. I looked for others generosity and resented their pity (still do) so I could eat well, sleep comfortably, etc. I had people buy nice things for me that my abusers would never buy me. I had people praise me for my achievements the way they'd never do for me. I depended on others for food and safety and so I often sucked up to people I didn't necessarily like very much. Still do that one, unfortunately; I can't currently sustain a fully independent lifestyle and I have a hard time putting food on the table and dealing with the shitstorm of life. I feel less bad about it nowadays, though, because I bring my own value to the table. I am a skilled person; I can do whatever job needs to be done. Shady package delivery? No problem. Vent and cry at me for 5 hours straight? Sure, I got you, therapy is expensive. Want me to connect you with some people in high places? Sure, give me five business days. I've learned that instead of moping about how much of a parasite I am, I can make myself useful. I have little limits in way of what I would do to make up for the generosity of others. What I lack in luck and resources, I make up for in intelligence and resourcefulness. Someone's trying to break into my house? I can't afford insurance and can't get a gun license but I can sure as hell build traps. Can't afford food? Lucky for me I know just the guy.
Inside I still fear being left behind, and I still require the help of others to live even semi-comfortably. But I've learned how to be polite and to control my feelings. I've taught myself that leading by logic is most important. Feelings can get ugly, and everyone has toxic sides to them when they have too many painful emotions. As a little kid, you're kind of unaware of how to organize yourself any different from those around you. If the people that are supposed to take care of you explode at you and yell at and hit you every time they feel any negative emotion, you will do the same. Because that's normal, for you. But with time and mostly a hell of a lot of self-reflection, you meet different people and learn more about life. And I've learned that logic is far more dependable than emotions, and that no one's feelings are an excuse to treat someone else poorly.
Sorry this was so long, I got very in my head there. But yeah, I was a shit person as a kid. Not so much now. Gotta admit, though, if thought crimes were a thing I may have committed every possible one. But they are not. And control over yourself is the best kind of control.
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kingofthewolvez · 3 years
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Gamers!!! Since it’s like... a trend now!!! Please do not!!! Call me bestie!! It makes me uncomfy ^^ It’s just that phrase tho!! Feel free to call me friend, or something else if you wanna!!
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psychewithwings · 3 years
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Bitter Taste: Iwaizumi x f/reader Pt. 1
pt. 2 here
THIS IS SO LATE and I’m a fuck up hahahaha (kinda ironic this was 2 weeks late for Mental Health Awareness month) 
I am crediting my girl @kuso-deku for giving me Iwaizumi brain rot to begin with. I am also crediting @gixxie and @idonotagreebitch for helping me talk through my ideas... and crediting @doinmybesthere for the wonderful idea of a mental health awareness collaboration the link is here. PLS READ THE REST OF THE WORKS. Everyone deserves the love.
TW: manipulative male/female relationships, gaslighting?, subtle shit head crap that most men do (don’t worry Iwa is a peach as always tho, it’s Ushijima that’s the problem)
Iwaizumi stands and stretches in the cinema. The movie had been good, but long, he figured it was a little after midnight. “What’d ya think?” Kuroo asks as they exit the theatre. “I hated the ending…” Oikawa gripes, “I hate endings where everyone just dies.” “You are such a princess Tooru, I swear, it’s a metaphorical ending… did you not catch all the symbolism in the opening credits?” Iwaizumi sighs and turns his phone back on, trying his best to ignore their bickering. Slowly, notification after notification pops up… all from you. He blinks, surprised. You had declined his offer to join him for the film, stating you had previous plans attending a close friend’s birthday.
Iwa opens the messages from you. He sees first the selfies. You look beautiful, extravagant even. Your dress is beautiful, it compliments your figure perfectly with the corseted bodice. It’s white and so is your lace mask. Broad, feathered angel wings rest on your back. Angelic would have been a word he’d used to describe you before, but now, it was confirmed. He wants to keep staring at the photos but Kuroo and Oikawa are starting to become too curious about the contents of his phone. He scrolls and relaxes his face to look more casual. But it’s hard when your intoxicated messages are so darn cute.    
hope the movie is good!
okay so I guess there’s an open bar? Is it my birthday too?
if you wanna come by after the movie I’msure you coul
this partyyyy suckssssssss assssssssss
wish id gon wiht u xx
You are clearly drunk and he laughs to himself before Kuroo peers over his right shoulder. “Well she’s thinking about you at least,” he smirks. Oikawa peers over Iwaizumi’s left shoulder, “ooo play the voice message.” Oikawa taps the message before Iwaizumi can give him an answer.
“Hiiiii Iwaaaaaa, hope you like the moovie and you’re having a good time, cuz I’m having a preetyy good time, they gots free margaritaaass. Okay byeeeee”
The guys laugh and Oikawa presses the next one.
“Hey Iwaaa, I made up a song about you, ready?
Iwaizumi
Doesn’t know what he does- to me…
Sshfhsijknfhahaha I cant remember the rest som’n bout… som’n I dunno. Byeee”
“Okay, Ushi says that I need to say sorry for sending so many…” you pause and then whisper, “drunk messages, but I’as only tellin’ ya I ssink ‘r awesome ‘n you should totally come to this party and hang out with me… you’re awesome, okay byeee”
Oikawa and Kuroo pause and look at Iwaizumi. “Ushi?” Oikawa asks, “like Ushiwaka?” Oikawa’s eyes are narrowed and he gags dramatically in disgust. Iwaizumi nods and walks to exit the theatre. “Wait… that’s her friend who’s having the birthday party?” Iwa grimaces as Kuroo chuckles. “No wonder you’ve had a stick up your ass all night.” Iwa glares at him, “they’re just friends… apparently… I don’t know, she said they’ve known each other for a really long time…” Kuroo claps Iwaizumi on the back. “I think you should definitely go to the party.” Iwaizumi starts to object but the ring of his phone draws attention, and he answers it. “Heyyy you're outta th’moviee, heheeheheha,” you slur. Iwaizumi laughs softly and smiles, “yeah, I’m out of the movie now, are you… good?” There is so much background noise, it almost drowns out your sweet sleepy voice. “I’m soooo good… … I just-” he can hear your voice drop to a drunken whisper. “I’z just hoping to see you today,” you mumble finally.  
Iwaizumi can feel his heartbeat quicken, his head reeling. “Oh really?” He plays cool but then instantly regrets it when you give him a serious answer. “Yeah, I was really hoping you’d come to the party, even for just a little,” you murmur. Iwaizumi can’t help but chuckle. You were pretty cute like this, not normally so transparent. You were actually quite hard to read, so sweet but guarded and teasing too. You were a friend of Oikawa’s first and he had met you through him. He’d liked the way you sat cross legged on the couch smiling, chin in your hands while you asked questions and listened to his answers. Your eyes sparkle when you hear something you like, and your face lights up when you talk about things you find interesting.
“Ya don’t have to, I can just see ya another time,” you add. He’s been silent too long which causes him to speak without thinking. “No, I’d love to see you, I’ll head to you now.” Kuroo and Oikawa are silently cheering him on and Iwa turns away in embarrassment. “Really? Okay! I’ll drop my pin… as the kids are sayin’ these days hahaha.” “See you soon, drink some water okay?” “Mhm, I will, see ya soon!”
You were at a club owned by Ushijima’s family. A place called ‘Eagle’s Nest’. He’d only known you for a few weeks but he couldn’t help his infatuation. It was immediate, the night he had gone to Oikawas for game night. You spoke to him so easily not knowing him at all and laughed at his little side jabs to his long time friend. The way you looked at him… Iwa knew then that he wanted to see you smile, hear your laugh, and that he would be happy to assume the responsibility of making that happen.
He was surprised when you had declined his offer for the movie, feeling that you both had some definite chemistry, but Iwaizumi was even more surprised when you had said that you had prior plans with his old time rival Ushijima Wakatoshi. Iwaizumi hadn’t seen him since high school but they knew a few people in common, Oikawa being one of those people. Oikawa could sure hold a grudge but Iwaizumi took all of his comments with a grain of salt. Ushijima often came off entitled and cold, which would leave Iwaizumi with a bad taste in his mouth. Maybe Oikawa had the right idea holding a grudge… But grudge or not he wanted to see you, hear your voice and admire you all dolled up.
When Iwaizumi arrives at the club he is met with a large security guard. “Invitation?” he grumbles. Iwa remains calm but a small trickle of fear runs down his back. Iwaizumi gives the guard a casual smile before he starts to answer but he is interrupted. “Iwaaaaa,” you cry from the top of the stairs. The mask you’d had on is now resting on top of your head, the delicate features of your face now exposed. The floofy skirt of your dress bounces with your excitement as you run down the stairs. You crash into him, throwing your arms around his neck. You bury your face in his collar and still momentarily. Drunk and bubbly, you melt when Iwa wraps his arms around your waist in return, avoiding your costume’s wings. “Mmmm,” you hum, breath hot against his skin, “you smell good.” You pull back and stare into his wide eyes. “You look incredible,” he offers, a slight pink tint to his cheeks. You grin in return and simply take hold of his hand. “He’s with me,” you beam at the guard. Iwaizumi is doubtful this trick will work here. But he is surprised when the guard steps aside saying, “as you wish Miss L/N.” You giggle and pull Iwa towards the doors. “I’ll bring you some cake later, okay Jurou?” Jurou laughs, “just have fun darlin’.” “You’re the best,” you call behind you as you push open the doors. Iwaizumi can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy knowing that you are on a first name basis with one of the body guards at the Wakatoshi’s club. How close were you with Ushijima?    
Blue and purple lights illuminate the vast space while black tiles make up the main floor. The dance floor is sunken, in the middle of the club with a small set of stairs leading down to it. It’s made entirely of glass, beneath is a saltwater garden of different plants and coral.  
“You’ll need one of these,” you explain, swiping a simple black mask from the welcome table. You hand it over to him and pull yours down over your eyes. Iwaizumi adjusts it to where he can see. “You look so handsome,” you admire. He grins, “what about you? You’ve got wings!” You laugh and adjust your mask back on top of your forehead. “I’m a swan, and Ushi said I couldn’t be a swan without wings!” You spin for him, trying your best to flap the feathered wings. Small pieces of confetti glitter rain from the skirt of your dress. Iwaizumi takes in your face illuminated by the lights of the club. Blue and pink dancing over your cheeks as you smile up at him. “What?” you giggle nervously. Just a few weeks but he is mesmerised by your everything. He shakes his head and tries to move on. He wanted to tell you how he felt but this wasn’t the right time. It should be when you’re sober, when you can take in his words properly.
You coax him down towards the bar.  “You’re sure it’s okay to sneak in uninvited guests?” Iwa questions. “Well, I asked Ushi ‘nd he said it was okay, so yeah!” You grin but notice Iwaizumi’s reserve. “It’s really okay, I promise, let’s just get a drink,” you suggest and take his hand. “Only if you drink more water,” he smirks. You roll your eyes at Iwa, “I drank some water before you got here actually.” You look back at him as you both head down to the bar. “I’ll prolly regret that yurr seeing me like this tamorow, ya know,” you call over the blaring music. “It’s cute, you’re cute,” he assures as he leans against the bar, “I didn’t know you thought about me this much until I saw all the snapchats and voice messages and texts.” You cover your face in humiliation, “I knowww, I’m sorry but you were on my mind a lot, alot alot, and  couldn’t stop think about ya, and the booze told me to keep on messaging…” You trail off,  finding the last shred of your filter to keep you from talking.  The bartender hands you your water and you take a long drink.
“Iwaizumi,” a voice projects over the baseline. Ushijima stands tall advancing towards where you both stand. His expression is neutral though, his eyes keep darting to you and then back to Iwaizumi. Ushijima is dressed as a knight, his silver mask hangs languidly around his neck. “Ushiwaka,” Iwa acknowledges, “this is a hell of a birthday party.” You giggle and point at Ushiwaka, “he’s 28 today; getting sooo old.” In that moment, Iwaizumi watches him do something he had never seen him do before. Smile… and then laugh. Ushijima wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer.  “You’re just a baby,  you’re only-” You wave your hand in front of Ushiwaka’s face, shushing him. “No, no, Iwa doesn’t knowww, don’t tell him,” you plead. “She’s only 23,” Ushiwaka says. You hold your face in your hands once more and groan. Ushijima pulls your hands from your face, “just barely twenty three too.” You glare at him and look back at Iwaizumi embarrassed.  “Did she not tell you her age?” Ushijima asks Iwaizumi. Iwa shrugs, “She didn’t, but I never asked,” Iwa shrugs casually, addressing you now, “didn’t seem important since you carry yourself so well.”
You turn to Iwa, mouth open like you’re about to respond but Ushijima swipes the glass from your hands before you can finish. “Drinking water?” You look up at him. “But it’s my birthday… and this is a party…  you need something stronger…” Ushijima beacons the bartender with a single flick of his hand. The barman pours three double shots of a clear liquid from a foreign looking bottle. Ushijima takes a glass and hands it to you, before handing another to Iwaizumi. Ushijima gives him a wink as he loops his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He raises his glass, the violet lights illuminating the liquid. Iwaizumi follows his lead. “To my Juliet, the belle of the ball,” Ushijima bellows. You smile slightly and shake your head. “No no, to you Ushi, it’s your birthday, not mine, we are celebrating you!” Your eyes find Iwa’s, but you leave your glass raised. Ushijima grabs hold of your hand that’s still wrapped around the glass. “Cheers,” He tips the glass towards your lips and you swallow the clear liquor as he feeds it to you. You down it all in one go and Ushiwaka smiles wide once again. “She’s good, huh?” With that, Ushiwaka clinks his glass to Iwaizumi’s, “to you brother,” he assures. Iwa is surprised with the sudden sentiment. “And to you,” he replies before downing the shot. The liquor is surprisingly smooth, expensive, and strong. Iwa can feel his head starting to get light from the small portion that was in the glass and Iwa wasn’t a light weight. “Strong huh?” Ushijima smirks. Iwaizumi nods then turns to the bartender to signal for a water.
Ushijima turns to where you stand swaying slightly with the music. “Look at her, she gets drunk so easily,” Ushijima smiles. “How are you feeling, princess?” he shouts over at you. Iwa turns away and downs his water in disgust. ‘Princess?’ Ushijima shouldn’t be calling you that if you’re both just friends. You blink and give him a smile and a thumbs up. There was a natural innocence about you, a childlike wonder and curiosity, the embodiment of sanguine. Ushijima’s air was sometimes sinister, like he was taking advantage of your natural trusting nature. Iwa watches as Ushijima’s large hands rest on either of your shoulders and he pushes you back and forth like a pendulum between his palms. You giggle and try to push him away, “Ushi stooopp.” He laughs with you and continues pushing you around, “you’re so cute and small though, see?” He places a hand on top of your head and you still. “I said to stop,” you mumble. “And I did,” he retorts before letting you go.
Iwa watches the sudden weight of gravity find you as you stumble in your heels. He catches your arm just in time. Your arms find their way around his neck once more, your face in the crook of his neck. You pull away and Iwa examines your foggy eyes. “You okay?” You nod, pushing off of Iwa’s chest. You fix your hair, “it’s fine, he just messin’” you turn to Ushijima, “and someone doesn’t know when to quit.” You’re pulled away into Ushiwaka’s arms. He sways you back and forth, your back held against his chest while he says soft apologies. He whispers something to you and you nod. Iwaizumi wanted to pull you away from him. Not because he was jealous, but because the way that Ushiwaka was behaving with you was odd.
“Y/n is a little bit tired, why don’t you join us in VIP?” Iwa smiles and gives his thanks, trying his best to hide his scowl. Iwa follows after you and Ushiwaka, upstairs and under velvet ropes hoping that he will find a good moment to pull you away. But instead you are pulled onto the couch beside Ushiwaka. He lights a cigar and offers one to Iwa, but Iwaizumi declines with a simple, “no thanks, don’t smoke.” It’s strange the way that Ushiwaka keeps whispering in your ear, giving you sips of his drinks, and blowing smoke in your face. “Ushi, stop please, the smell is making me sick,” you whine. But he just pulls you closer to him, chuckling all the while and does it again. You’re laughing and poking his face, but it’s not out of joy... Watching Ushijima interact with you the whole night has been like watching a cat toy with a mouse.
Iwa grimaces when Ushiwaka tickles you. “Stop-stop-don’t-stop,” you giggle and howl. “She said to stop!” Iwa raises his voice. Ushijima’s eyes shoot towards Iwaizumi while you squirm off the couch. Your eyes are heavy as you walk towards a dark hallway and disappear into the shadows. Iwa’s eyes flick to the entrance to the hall. Ushiwaka sits in a contented silence, sipping a drink, “she’s so dramatic,” he sighs. He continues smoking, arm rested over the back of the purple velvet sofa. Ushijima takes a sip of his drink, swirling the ice in his glass. Iwa doesn’t move to break the silence no matter how expectant Ushijima’s expression was. He stamps out his cigar in the tray before addressing him.
“She’s awfully talkative, and incredibly fond of you…” Ushijima starts, an odd smirk painting his expression. Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow in intrigue and Ushijima’s face hardens. “She won’t shut up about you since she met you… it’s annoying...” Iwaizumi, remains quiet, the silence settling over the men like a thick fog. The only sounds are muffled club music and the ice tinkling against Ushijima’s glass. “I’m going to be honest as a friend… bad idea.” Iwaizumi can feel the rage bubbling inside his gut, “I don’t think that what’s going on between us is any of your-” He’s cut off by Ushijima.
“I’m really looking out for you Iwaizumi, girls can break hearts and Y/n is kind of known for that… she’s just a sweet soul, makes friends easily, but love? That’s harder for her… doesn’t have the best taste in men I’m afraid, I want to protect her and you from a situation where I can already see the conclusion… I get that you like her, everyone does.”  Iwazumi leans forward, “does that include you?” Ushijima is stone faced, then gives a cold laugh. “You’re funnier than I remember, Iwaizumi.”
Iwaizumi rises and heads towards the hall you disappeared down. If he sat in front of him any longer he was going to say something he regretted… and you still haven’t come back. He slips into the dark hallway as you’re exiting the bathroom. Your mask has been removed and even in the dim lighting you look pale. “Hey, what’s happened?” You look up at him embarrassed, your dress almost as wilted as you are. “Got sick…” you mutter. You’re shaking slightly, arms wrapped around yourself. “Oh Y/n, are you alright?” he sighs. His arm starts to reach for you but he thinks better of it, pulling it back to rest by his side. His eyes widen as he feels the warmth of your hand in his. He didn’t figure that you would want to be touched right now. But your fingers interlace with his,  your skin soft. “Are you good to drive?” you whisper. His hand instinctively tightens around yours protectively. “I only had whatever Ushijima gave us, it was strong but I’ve had water- yeah I’m good.” “Would you mind taking me home?” you ask, as you start to walk back towards the VIP room. “Sure, course,” Iwaizumi replies gently. He feels how your thumb brushes over the back of his hand in silent gratitude. The gesture has his heart beating hard against his ribs. Iwa walks forward, his eyes on you and nothing else. Your brow is furrowed and your expression painted serious which was unusual from how he knew you to act.
“Iwa’s taking me home now,” you announce and walk towards the stairs. Ushiwaka’s face hardens, “I can take her home, you shouldn’t trouble yourself,” he addresses Iwaizumi. You smile and turn around facing Ushiwaka. “But Ushi, ‘s ur birthday, you can’t leave this party jus’ ‘a take me home,” You turn to Iwa now. “Let’s go,” you say and Iwa nods, still holding your hand.  “Where’s my hug, princess?” Ushijima calls after you. You stop in your tracks and close your eyes, taking in a deep breath. You drop Iwa’s hand slowly, hesitantly. You walk back slowly and stand before his open arms. He lifts you and you groan. You’re still hugging him tightly but not quite with the same intimacy as before.
As Ushijima places you down you turn to look back at Iwa when Ushijima catches your face with his large hand. He coaxes your face back towards him then leans down. Ushiwaka locks eyes with Iwaizumi as he whispers something in your ear. Then he presses his lips to your cheek, still not moving his eyes away from Iwaizumi’s. Iwa tries his best to remain neutral but he can feel his lip creeping upwards in contempt. Ushiwaka is too prideful for his own good it seems.
You take Iwa’s hand again, leading him towards the exit. An exasperated look rests on your face. “What did he say to you?” Iwa asks. You sigh and shake your head. “‘S nothin’,  ya shouldn’t worry your pretty lil head ‘bout it.” Iwa can’t help but allow a smile. He raises an eyebrow at you, “think my head is pretty?” he asks. He’s met with your hazy gaze, “I do,” you say simply. Iwa wasn’t prepared for such a straightforward answer to his question.
Once out of the club, the valet pull Iwaizumi’s car around. He’s careful not to let you walk too far on your own. Sick, in those ridiculous shoes and still quite drunk, he opens the car door for you before hopping into the driver's seat. “Will you put your address in?” Iwa hands you his phone and you type it in as asked. “Thanks for doing this,” you sigh. “Yeah of course,” he says as he puts the car into gear. A few streets of city light pass by in silence. Your hands are resting in your lap but your body is still trembling. “I can- umm- pull over if you need me to…” You wave the thought away with your hand, “it was the smell of the cigar more than anything…” Iwa’s gut begins to boil again. Your voice is soft, almost defeated. He speaks before thinking better of it. “Does he always treat you like that?” You look at Iwa and make eye contact briefly before his attention is back on the road. “He was being a little extra weird today, maybe because y’all used to play volleyball together or… I dunno really, he just gets like that sometimes…” You trail off, allowing your thoughts to fade into the rearview. The silence is deafening and you feel the need to break it. “He’s really nice too though, don’t get me wrong, he cooks for me and calls to check in, he even gets me little gifts, so I know he cares.” Iwa shakes his head, “if he cared he would have stopped when you asked him to.” You take a breath, “I know but he was just having a night I guess…” Iwa pulls into your driveway as the GPS notifies him that he has ‘arrived at the destination’. He puts the car in park, “you don’t have to make excuses for him… it’s okay to be angry, if that’s how you feel.” You start to open the door, your fingers on the handle. “I’m not angry though, I’m just kinda hurt.” You open the door and start to get out, “okay, maybe a little angry too.” You laugh to yourself but not out of joy. It’s an ironic laugh and Iwa can hear the pain ringing inside of it. “Let me walk you inside.”  
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Stained Sinners
Request: “I just read a scenario where the Reader is married to Stain and no one really knows because they didn’t ask. But I wanted ask if you can do a wife Reader joins the LOV because they saw she worked with stain and asked her to join prior to Stain being caught. She has a blood manipulation quirk. Stain tells Reader if anything happens to join then. So Reader joins, and being older becomes a mom, and even more when they find out she was MARRIED TO STAIN! Please 🥺👉👈”
Rating: E for Everyone
Pairing: Chizome Akaguro (Stain)x Wife!Reader + ‘basically adopted LOV’
Warnings: Angsty kinda?
Notes: I really love Stain and hope to find more content for him. Also, the League is aged down a bit so you can be late twenties and older than most, other than Kurogiri.
⚠️I ran out of text blocks so⚠️ ⚠️Part two for a surprise!⚠️
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“Chizome Akaguro” I scolded the man in front of me who was stuffing his face.
He looked over his shoulder at me.
“Yes?” He asked crumbs falling as he spoke.
I tried to be mad, I really tried, I sighed and walked over to counted where he was hunched over the baking sheet I’d pulled pulled out the oven five minutes ago. He turned away from me and went back to stuffing his face with cookies I’d worked hard to take to the orphanage. I hugged him from behind, and rested my cheek against his back. I listened as he swallowed and his heart pumping.
“These are good.” He mumbled finally wiped his face with his forearm.
“I know, that’s why they WERE FOR WHEN WE WENT TO GO MEET KIDS.” I scoffed and he pulled my arms off turned around before letting me fall against his chest.
“That’s was today?” He asked letting his arms hug my own chest.
“Yes, I was really looking foreword to it, but they canceled. Something about a recent villain attack not to far from their location.” I shrugged and pressed my cheek to his chest sighing.
“Mhm.” He hummed I watched his right arm reach back into the almost empty pan groping around for another.
“(Y/n),” his sighed as he managed to grab another cookie.
“Yes Chizome,” I rested my chin on his chest as I looked directly up at him. It was something about his smile. The wild look in his eyes.
“If something goes wrong, join the league.” He left the cookie on the pan sheet and brought his left forefinger and thumb to my chin.
A feeling of uneasiness filled my stomach and my feet tingled, my legs were cold.
“Wrong?” I asked looking him in the eyes.
“For the past few day I haven’t be able to get rid of this feeling. Something is going to go wrong and I want us to be ready.” His right hand reached into his pocket.
“We’ve been through almost everything Chizome, what could go wrong at this point?” I asked and looked up at him.
“I don’t know, but,” he pulled out a black cord with his wedding band.
“I want you to remember that through everything I will always be with you.” My heart was growing heavy and aching.
“If anything happens, and I’m gone, join the League, it’ll give you some shelter until I can get back to you.” He pushed me back a bit. He walked around and moved my hair out of the way.
In the time her was pulling the black cord around my neck all I could think about was how these were the rare moments he didn’t act like himself. Whatever he was feeling, it must really scare him. Even in the face of some of the strongest hero’s he never faltered. But this is nothing like the Chizome I know. Like my Chizome.
He let my hair fall back to its natural place, I turned around and hugged him while I had the chance.
“I love you Chizome.” I felt tears stinging.
His arms coming up he hugged me back.
“I,” He sighed and squeezed, “I love you.”
We stood in the kitchen, my tears didn’t fall, I stood enjoying his hot and soft embrace. His chin resting on top of my head.
“Spend tonight with me,” I mumbled into his chest, “I don’t want to be alone.”
He hummed and the after slowly crept by, at night I snuggled up to Chizome’s side. I wanted to ask so many questions, what did he mean when he’s gone, would he die, would he be captured? I sighed and laid my head on his bare chest, his right arm behind his head, his left arm around my torso. I hugged his chest.
We spent one last night together, not knowing it’d be the last. We worshiped each other, remembering the touch’s nd feeling of the others skin. Morning came, we stayed in late, the curtains closed blocking out the sun. I traced patters into his back he layer face down in the pillows, I straddled his back rubbing the tense muscles.
“I have to go soon.” His words lingered heavy in the air.
“To meet Shigaraki.” I added.
“Yeah.” A simple answer from a simple man.
I sighed and got off his back falling onto my own beside him. He let out a grunt and move slaying on top of me. His his head on my chest, his chest on my stomach and he keyed between my legs. His arms shoved themselves under me and wrapped around with a tight grip.
“I love you.” He kisses my collar bone, around the area he had left permanent marks.
“I love you.” I brought my hands to his hair massaging his scalp.
He let out a hum, and I smiled down at him.
“I’ll come back to you.” He mumbled into my chest.
“Promise?” I asked and ran my fingers through the knots in his hair.
“I promise.” He placed a kiss between my breast.
He got up to get ready, I pulled on black leggings and a black long sleeve shirt. I left the red and white fabric I wore that matched Chizome’s, I was left in all black. I found some socks, they were black with a small white Adidas symbol.
I followed him to door, he was completely dressed and ready to kill.
He turned to face me, hand on the door knob.I was weak, I stepped closer hugging him and tightly as I could, no tears just raw emotions I tried to get out, he looked down at me, and leaned in. I kissed him wanting him to feel every raw emotion I had for him.
He pulled away forehead pressed to mine, “I love you (y/n) Akaguro.”
I looked at him, “I love you Chizome Akaguro.”
I closed my eyes with a smiled as his pulled away, a soft kiss to my forehead. He pulled away and I watched him walk out, the last thing I saw was a small innocent smile. I was filled with to many emotions, maybe this was the last time I’d see him. No, it won’t be.
I tried to busy myself the rest of the afternoon, night fell. The house was quiet, the only sound being my finger pads hitting the keys of my phone. And the ticking of the small alarm clock in our room. It echoed in the silent almost empty house.
The silence was killing me,I’d be listening to Chizome talk about useless hero’s and villains, or his snoring as he slept on the Sofa.
I turned on the TV, to see the man I was talking about. Lights were everywhere. The sound around me stopped, except for the ticking of the clock reminding me of how fast time was passing.
The only words I could make out, “Hero Killer Stain caught,”, “Critical Condition.”, “lungs filling with blood.”
My blood running cold leaving me feeling empty.
“YOUR PROMISED YOUD COME BACK YOU LIAR.” I screamed, my throat scratching, I fell to my knees in front of the TV with his picture.
“YOU LIED TO ME, YOU LEFT ME FOR THAT WHORE CALLED DEATH.” I screamed.
A heavy scratching feeling in the back of my throat. I watched the ambulance with officers close and take off out of the cameras sight.The tears were falling I’d have to get in contact with the League soon now. A let two days pass, I tried to figure out what happened to Chizome, no reports have been put out yet.
Just as I was about to give up a report pops up, “Hero Killed Stain has be labeled as stable and will be moved to a highly guarded prison.”
I sigehd, prison, but at least he was alive. I felt hot tears falling onto my hands and running down my cheeks leaving cold streaks where they just ran. I sighed and wiped the tears away, a phone call coming in, I answered it.
“Hello?” I asked cleaning my throat.
On the other side the voice I recognized as Kurogiri.
“Are you ready to meet with us?” He asked.
“Yes. Where do I go?” I asked.
“Send me your location, I’ll open a portal.”
Not wanting them to know where I lived I left the house pulling on the red and white fabric and my black converse high tops. I grabbed the two leather belts that crossed over my hips and a pouch I strapepd to my thigh. Finally dual Katana strapped to my back I headed to a nearby ally. I sent my location and a black pool of smoke opened not to far from my spot.
I touched it stretching out my hand, my fingers falling cold at the portal. I swallowed my fear and pushed myself through. I came face to a wall, a torn All Might poster. I turned around hearing noise. The black portal was gone. I came face to a bunch of kids, teenagers actually. So young, I wonder how they ended up here. I turned to look around eye falling on Kurogiri, not recognizing anyone else here.
Before I could say a thing questions flooded my surroundings.
“Who is she! She looks so pretty!”
“Why is there a random lady here? I don’t give a damn.”
“She has the same clothes as Spinner.”
“We do have the same clothes, almost.”
“Do you think she knows who we are?”
“But why is she here?”
“Idiots.”
“Shut up all of you.” A hiss came.
I looked at a boy with light blue hair and a hand covering his face. I looked past him at Kurogiri, an obvious look of confusion on my face. I reached for my thigh pouch pulling out senbon between each of my fingers.
“What is this?” I asked.
“It’s the League of Villains of course.” The boy say down bring his leg over the other.
“Mhm, so why are they a bunch of kids?” I asked using my hand not holding needles to motion to the group.
“Those who truly admire Stain’s ethics don’t come with limits.” A lizard guy with pink hair spoke up.
“I see that.” I said looking at him and his...costume.
“Who are you?” This little middle school looking girl cane up taking my arm in her hand.
“Call me (y/n), I used to work with Stain. I stayed behind the scenes operating everything.” It wasn’t a lie.
“You know stain.” The boy with light blue hair asked from his spot.
I looked at Kurogiri, he’d said he’d chosen me because of how closely I’ve worked with stain, I now understand why he seemed so desperate to have me join.
“Yeah, we were pretty close before his...recent falling.” I swallowed.
“Well, (y/n), would you like to join the League or not?” This blue haired boy asked.
If it weren’t for what you told me Chizome, I wouldn’t even give this place a second thought. I looked at the group one more a lot of them covered in wounds. Not critical but still sounds.
“Get me a first aid kit and all of your names and I’ll join.” I sigehd crossing my arm over my chest.
“Great!” He stood up and looked at Kurogiri, “This is what making things happen look like.”
“Tomura Shigaraki.” He said and looked in my direction.
“It’s great to be working with you Tomura.” I said, sure this kids had to know I’m older than them.
He turned and left Kurogiri he told everyone to stand in line and introduce themselves. They did.
“Dabi.”
“Toga!”
“Twice?!”
“Spinner.”
“Compress if you would.”
I
“Great, I’m (l/n) (y/n), just call me (y/n).” I introduced myself and they fell out of line and lingered about.
I studied them after I was given the Forst aid kit.
“You don’t have a healer do you?” I asked Kurogiri.
“No healer would ever be a villain.”
“Lucky for you, I am.” I said and popped open the kit.
“Toga,” I called.
She looked at me and smiled, I gave her smield and patted the stool in front of me.
“Let me help you with those cuts.” She nodded and rushed over siting on the stool.
I got to work on cleaning the cuts, she was cheerful the whole time and asking questions about Stain. I was bit jelaous that there are girls who would like to get up and personal with him. She moved aside and called Dabi to get ‘checked out.’
He denied and rubbed the back of his head with his hand, I noted blood running down his neck. Not caring what he said I gave him a look and told him to sit. He looked around to see if he was being watched. He took his time strolling over before sitting with a heavy sigh. Toga giggled at him and he huffed rolling his eyes crossing his arms against his chest.
“Let’s get this over with damnit.” He mumbled.
I softly put my finger tips to his naps. I felt him flinch and then tense.
“I hit the nail on the head.” I mumbled pulling my fingers back, blood coating the pads.
“Lean your head foreward I’m going to brush the hair out of the way, you might need stitches.” I said and and grabbed a few clips from the kit and pinned his hair back, a wound about two inches, not to deep, but without stitches it wouldn’t stay closed.
“How much pain can you handle?” I asked grabbing the stitch kit.
“Emotional or Physical?” He aske dlooking down.
I paused and leaned around him to see his side profile.
“Do you,” I paused, “Wanna talk about this maybe?” I asked brows furrowed.
“No, just get on with it.” He said and looked away.
I grabbed an antiseptic pad and pulled on gloves, I wiped the blood away and got to work. He flinched every now and then which was expected with out the numbing injection.
“There, all done.” I said and finished cutting the string.
“Thanks.” He mumbled and didn’t look at me.
He walked away and I looked at the three who remained.
They were staring at me, either scared or wondering who was going to be next.
“Well?” I asked and pat the stool.
“Thanks doll but I’m fine!” Twice said and walked off.
Compress waved his hand, “Thank you but I wasn’t in battle.”
Spinner moved and sat in the chair, his lifted a Percy go his shirt showing a few bad scrapes where the skin was bleeding but not heavy.
“Alright.” I nodded and turned pulling the gloves off and switching them for other things I’d need to treat the surface wounds.
While I started to tend to his wounds he asked questions.
“What’s he like? Is he the same everywhere? Does he have a house? Have you been to his house? Does he have an alias? Do you help tend to his wounds and blades?”
“Well, he’s the same all around,” I paused and kept working, “He has very strong morals, and is very firm in who he is and the things he does. I think he does have a house but I’ve never been there, usually he came to my house so I could patch him up. I’m not sure he goes by any other name, but his last name from what he told me is Akaguro.” I finished covering the scarpes with a large gauze.
“Now is there anything else?” I asked.
He shook his head, “Thats all, I didn’t get hurt to bad.”
“That’s good, Well. If you need anything I’ll be here with Kurogiri for a while.” I smiled at him and closed my kit.
He had a faint smile and nodded, “Thank you.”
I looked at Kurogiri, “So, let’s have a tour.” I smield and he nodded.
After walking into the actual living part of the base I was disgusted, it’s was a big dusty cobweb mess, I didn’t even want to guess what the rooms looked like. A few walls had holes, the floor was covered in a layer of dirt and dust, the sofa was covered in dust and lint, the windows were grimmy, the light covers were cracked with dust. I shivered. Everything in me was telling me these kids needed help. After that Kurogiri showed me to the kitchen. It was something you’d see in your worst nightmare. And then‘my’ room. It was bad, it was dark, kinda humid, the walls were cracked, the window was blocking the sun.
“Does anyone clean or?” I asked stepping out of my room into the hall way.
“No.” Kurogiri answered.
“Well, take me back home because I’m about to.” I said and started to tie my hair up and take everything off. “Let me just leave this with you, it’s to much of haste to carry.”
I kept my belt and thigh pouch on, they didn’t look villainous alone.
Getting back the alley way I rushed to my house and grabbed a large and a small duffel bag. In the small one I packed a new set of sheets, basic necessities, and some clothes. In the big duffel bag I put in house holding cleaning items a few medical things I used to patch up Chizome when he’d get hurt.I carried my broom and mop and got ready face my biggest challenge. Full time stay at home mom came with a perk, that perk was have lots of time to learn many things.
Back at the hideout I dropped my bag in my room and started with the living room. The first thing being getting all the dirt off of the floor. So I swept and swept and swept. I felt stares from everyone who passed through. Dabi day in the living room, doing nothing just sitting. I smiled behind him as I swept. I pat his head when I passed behind the sofa. All I received was “heh.”
I kept sweeping and finally I finished. I looked at Dabi and the Sofa he sat on I needed to sweep under. Moving over to moved the whole side with ease, he looked at me as I swept where the sofa once was and then pushed him back.
“Now,” I huffed and looked at the big pile of dirt that I’d swept up, “It’s getting serious.”
The week passed, no one had really asked anything about my personal life aside form my quirk. I cleaned everything, and even my room. I had a storage room full of things from my old house before Stain and I moved in together, I brought some things to replace the make shift tables, and the sofa I had to replace these dusty pieces of rag.
Right now everyone is sitting at the table and waiting for dinner which I’ve started to cook every night after learning sometimes they don’t eat all. Then the question came, “What’s your quirk?”
I paused and turned off the stove I’d brought as well.
“Well I can manipulate any living thing if I can get it’s blood.” I answered.
I shifted the senbon between my teeth and waited for the rice to finish. I pulled out a cutting board and started to slice the cutlets I’d just fried.
“I have a needle, blade, glass or senbon, if I can get even the slightest drop of blood to my tongue the person looses all control and I can manipulate their body to work for me. Let’s say if I wanted to control....” I paused thinking, “Toga because she’s making a mess, I quick almost unnoticeable prick of senbon and she’s freezes. Not knowing why, or how, it’s because I got a taste of her blood and control her now.” I started to fill bowls with rice and a cutlet on each bowl before placing them on the table one for everyone.
“Oh so it’s almost like Stain!” Toga screamed.
“Yeah, that’s actually why he recruited me in the first place.” I said and served the last bowl.
“Now eat.” I said and placed my hand on her back as she smield up at me.
While they were eating I was cleaning up. I looked at the window in the makeshift kitchen, it was blocked by a curtain I’d put up.
The month passed easy, I was mostly used as a “healer” of the group. I also adopted a bunch of kids apparently.
“Mom?” I turned around to find Toga looking up at me.
“Yes, do you need something?” I asked dropping what I was doing.
“Thank you.” She buried her face in my chest and hugged me.
I looked around not knowing what to do. I swallowed and hugged her back. I felt my heart tug.
‘Chizome, I have great news... You’re a father! I know it’s weird but... it’s not just one and it’s not twins, it’s six.... very strange children... Apparently I’ve become a mom? And well, I don’t think they know we’re married so, right now it’s just you and I who know your a dad now. So... congratulations! I’m not sure if you’ll get this letter or the other letters but I’ve tried my best to get them to you. I love you and be good! How am I ever supposed to get you out if you keep trying to break out?! They just put in more security. I love you, and I’ll try to write you soon.
~ (y/n) Akaguro
I finished the letter and sealed it off, I looked at the large prison in the distance. The small bird is caught should be enough to get this letter to him. I let the bird go and started my way home.
Making it home with a two bags of things I bought from the store I set them down on the table. I found Shigaraki sitting on the sofa. He had a mirror, the tips of his fingers running over the cracks part of his skin.
“Tomura,” I called his name.
He looked at me before grabbing his hand mask and putting it back on.
“What.” Was all he said.
“Let me help you.” I said and picked up a bag and sat beside him.
“With what.” He scoffed.
“I know cracked skin hurts, so I got something to help.” I said and pulled up the bag. Inside was medicated lotion, I used it on stain during the winter when he refused to put a shirt on. The skin of his ribs were often ashy and cracking.
“No.” He aka s and looked away.
“Come on, just one time, if you don’t like it I won’t make you do it again.” I said and twisted the top causing the pump to spring up.
He looked at it and squinted the one eye I could see.
“Fine.” He sighed and didn’t move.
“Alright,” I patted my lap, “lay down you can close your eyes.”
He hesitated but he did, I pulled off the hand he called father. I payed it aside on the table, his eyes were closed but he looked distressed.
“Relax, it’ll feel a little cold.” I said and pumped someonto my finger tips and started around his eyes rubbing it in gently.
This lasted about fifteen minutes before I finished. I reached back into the bag and grabbed a chapstick and tried to gently put it on him. When I finished he didn’t move so I started to run my hand through his hair, brushing out tangles.
“Tomura.” I whispered, he turned away and took a deep breath before pushing it back out.
“Are you sleeping?” I asked and kept untangling his hair.
“No.” He mumbled not opening his eyes but yawning.
“Do you want to get so you can go sleep?” I asked and kept running my hands in his hair.
“Maybe.” He said.
“Alright, hold on.” I said and lifted his head so I could get from behind him. I grabbed his mask hand and placed it on his stomach.
I moved my arms under his legs and back, he can’t be that heavy. The moment I had him up I was surprised, he was light weight. I carried him to his room and placed him on his bed. I assumed his room would be mess, I was right. Clothes everywhere and empty cans and over all just dirty. I laid him down, a sliver of the outside pouring in through the window. I started to pile clothes into an unused clothes basket and started to pick up trash. By the time I was finished the outside was darker. But his floor and every top surface was cleaned off. With my new bag of trash I left, he rolled over pulling the thin blanket over himself. I smiled at him and left.
I dropped the trash into the trash can and headed to my room. I stopped hearing whimpering. I listened in on Toga’s door nothing. Twice? Nothing, compress, and Spinner we’re on the other side of the building with Kurogiri so I wouldn’t be able to hear any of them. I tried Dabi’s door. I heard what sounded like pained cries, I slowly pushed the door open and found him, he was wrapped up in his sheets. Almost trying to fight them off, his room hot. I moved to his window cracking it open, window blew in. I brought my hand to his forehead, he flinched and grabbe dmy wrist with force stopped and letting go once he opened his eyes. It was nothing, I went through the same thing with Chizome a few times.
“Dabi,” I whispered and got to my knees beside his bed.
He turned his head to its side so he could look at me. He looked weak, vulnerable.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked.
I let my right hand trial to his jaw and brushed his hair back with my left.He sighed and shook his head looking up.
“N-” he swallowed “No, I’m fine.” He sighed and sat up. I stood up and rubbed his bare back.
“Everything is okay, if you need to talk I’m across the hall. Let me know if you need something okay?” I let my hand linger on his back waiting for a response.
“Okay,” He said.
I felt bad and didn’t fight the urge, I hugged him and rubbed his back with my right hand, my left hand moving to the back of his head being careful with the stitches.
“I don’t know what your going through, and I know I haven’t been here for long, but if you need something, anything. Let me know.” I said and kissed the top of his head.
He nodded and I felt him hesitate, almost tense, I pulled back a little to look at him. His eyes glossy, he shook his head to the side and pulled me back, he let out a choked sob. I just held him, he didn’t make any other sounds just sat there. Shaking everyone and then. I rubbed his back,waiting for him to calm down, he turned his cheek pressed into my stomach. This is when it really hit, these are kids. There is not telling what they’ve seen, what they’ve down just to get by, the trauma and problems they’ve faced.
“I’ll let you sleep, if you need something, remember I’m across the hall.” I rubbed his head one last time before he nodded and let go.
The next month passed, I grew closer with everyone, Spinner was glued to my side for almost two weeks, curious about Stain and how I got to be the villains sidekick. I even showed him how to bake, he enjoyed the what of the stove more than the actual baking. I spent time with twice talking to him and learning more about him and the things he does. I was impressed with his level of cleanliness. He says it’s because he makes his clone help him. I nodded and even got him to help me fix a few walls inside the building. I spent time with Kurogiri talking in the bar.Now here I am, two months into the League, and whenever I think I’m alone, I’m wrong. It turns Dabi is never to far, and if its not Dabi it’s Spinner. Here I am in the ‘kitchen.’ Reading a letter response I’d actually gotten back.
“What do you mean I’m a father? You’re pregnant? I can’t stay in her longer if that’s it, I need this world to be a better place for my child. I won’t let them grow thinking that hero’s who put their image first is a true hero, I’ll be with you soon. I’ve missed you enough, I won’t miss you or this child anymore then what I have already.”
I reread the note a couple of times, if he manages to get here, soon, I’ll let him tell them who he is. I smiled at the letter. I didn’t say I was pregnant, so I don’t know why he thinks that. But I was happy to know that if it were the case he wouldn’t want to miss it. I tucked the note into my pocket and finished cleaning up, I turn around to find Dabi almost laying on the table.
“I’m tired.” He whined and got up form his sitting laying position.
“Take a nap?” I asked and turned off the stove.
“No, I’m waiting.” He said and watched my movement.
“Waiting for what?” I asked.
“Those!” He said rush’s dover when I pulled out the try of cookies I’d been working on for the League.
“Well, that’s another thing you have in common with Stain, every time I had to patch him up if I had sweets in the house they’d be gone the moment he could walk.” I laughed watching his try to pull up a cookie only for it to break from still being soft.
He stuffed it into his mouth and chewed open mouth to cool it down. I laughed a bit more and watched. He finished it.
“So is he like your boyfriend or was?” He asked and looked at the try.
“No,” I smield down at the cookies thinking of my HUSBAND, “He’s not my boyfriend. At the time we were just co workers? I guess you’d call it.” I shrugged.
“Oh.” He said and grabbed another.
“Don’t burn yourself.” I scolded him.
“I’m Used to it”. He waved me off. I rolled my eyes and pulled out the second pan. “Sure.” I mumbled.
I started to move the cookies to a cooling rack and put the cookie sheets back where I got them. Soon Twice found his way over to the kitchen looking for cookies, he took two handfuls and almost starting fight Dabi over who has eaten more. While they argued I plated some for Tomura who snuck by, followed by Toga and Spinner, and then Kurogiri. I watched them argue until they died down and decided to split what was left.
The third and fourth month passed, I was making dinner after having to patch up Tomura and Compress. I sat down beside Toga, they were all eating, I’d eaten and was looking at my phone because of a calendar reminder. I opened it.8th year Anniversary! A seven day reminded. I clicked on it it opened an album in my photos. My wedding album, there were many photos, my wedding dress. Chizome in his surprisingly traditional wedding Kimono. In the next photo we’d taken a picture by my family houses large lake, the lotus were still open and it was beautiful. I awed at the photo gaining everyone’s attention.
“What is it?” Spinner asked, “A baby?” “Blood?” “A puppy?” “Great show!” “A dead hero?”
I felt myself questioning everything. “No it’s my wedding photos from eight years ago.” I swiped over to myself handing on a bridge over said lake.
“You’re married?!” Three voices screamed, Toga snatched my phone. “ITS BEAUTIFUL!” She screamed and started to swipe across who did you marry? Twice squinted at you and the others leaned in, even Toga stopped scrolling to getting the answer. I thought about it. “I’m married to Stain.” I admitted with a smile.
The table fell silent, “What?!” They all screamed, “You didn’t tell us?!” I paused. “You never asked.” I shrugged and put my phone in the middle of the table starting the memory video. It showed the most seen pictures and favorites.
“Why this is definitely a day to remember!” Compress said and looked around the table. “No kidding.” Spinner added.
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Wow are you actually on crack? Like I’m sorry some girls were mean to you in high school but we are adults now and it’s intensely embarrassing for you to be trying to derail other women’s posts about not getting your self worth from men. And just to talk about “oh boo boo you sound like a mean bully!”. Like I’m sorry your self worth revolves around men but grow the fuck up, sis.
My self worth does NOT revolve around men or anyone else. I simply have learned that men don’t give two shits about us, and that people who tell us otherwise are doing so to excuse the horrible shit THEY are doing. You know, EXACTLY what you’re doing??
I was literally RAPED by a girl and told to suck it up and deal with it because she was a woman. I was even told my rape was my own fault because “women dont do that for no reason.” I was told “at least you’re still a virgin, be grateful it wasn’t a man.”
I had abusive teachers and NOBODY intervened on my behalf because said teachers were female. The ONE male teacher who was a jerk to me however? INSTANTLY dealt with.
I was bullied to the point of contemplating SUICIDE as a child and told to shut up because my bullies were girls. I was called sexual insults and groped as a kid and told to endure it because it was being done by other girls.
My female friend group joined hands with my ex boyfriend to get him to molest me while they watched. My ex was punished while my friends got away because they were girls.
I constantly had my boundaries disrespected and was treated like an object by my female extended family and was told to allow it to happen because they were my aunts and cousins and they had the right. No male relative was encouraged to treat me in the same manner.
And imagine having ALL that shit happen to you and being told that men and boys are the problem, that it’s them you should fear and only other women can be trusted.
When in reality men and boys are too self absorbed to care what most women do or think, and it’s mostly OTHER WOMEN who hurt us. And we are told to allow it, even kiss the feet of our tormentors because “girls support other girls.”
I said you are a bully because you talk exactly like one. You looked at someone calling out one of the biggest signs of an abusive woman and dismissed it as being bitter over being called stupid in high school. And you have the gall to come on anon and be snide and dismissive instead of attaching your name to the bile you spew.
I accused you of faking being ND because I am also ND. I know what it’s like to be invalidated, snubbed, and kicked. Most ND people know this experience well, and you curiously seem to be removed from it. If you really were ND, you’d know how awful it was to treat someone as you treat others, and you wouldn’t do it.
I hope you don’t have any younger sisters or cousins, and that if you do, they should never have the misfortune of enduring your manipulative, bullying, condescending ass.
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hi friends ! i’m farah nd im coming at u live frm the pst timezone to bring u a new muse of mine. so excuse me as i ramble abt holden under the cut. like this post and i will come bother u for plots?? that or u can im me on here or on my discord (farah#1263), whatever works rlly! anyways, super stoked to be here and to get to write with u all!!!!
(TOBY WALLACE, CIS MALE) - Have you seen HOLDEN DONAHUE? HOLDEN is in HIS JUNIOR year. The PHILOSOPHY MAJOR is 21 years old & is a TAURUS. People say HE is QUICK-WITTED, DARING, IRREVERENT and DETACHED. Rumors say they’re a member of CALLOWAY SOCIETY. I heard from the gossip blog that HIS FATHER PAID OFF THE SCHOOL TO CHANGE HIS GRADES AFTER HE FAILED FOUR CLASSES LAST SEMESTER FROM NEVER SHOWING UP.  (FARAH. 22. PST. SHE/HER.)
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holden grew up between upstate new york and manhattan in an extremely wealthy family. from the outside, his family had the appearance of perfection, but underneath that facade lay years of shocking and hidden family secrets that one way or another got out into society, even if his family tried to put them down as merely rumors.
his father is a highly respected but also deeply feared business man/media magnate known for his cutthroat attitude in his business dealings and personal relationships. he had an extremely difficult childhood, having been orphaned at a young age and passed from relative to relative around europe, many of whom were not very kind to him. still, he was incredibly intelligent and wanted to make something of himself, having this belief in the american dream and wanting to move there if he ever got the chance. after attending college on a scholarship, he was able to use his connections and move to new york, where he founded his own start-up that eventually led to him building his own personal fortune.
his mother was very much a hustler. she grew up poor in new york and at an early age, learned how to use her good looks to manipulate men for the finer things in life. she had a short stint as a model before she met holden’s father, charming him enough to call it quits with his first wife. underneath her obvious beauty, however, was a fiery temper and substance abuse problem. the thing about her was that she really wasn’t made to be a wife and mother. holden’s father thought he could turn her into this perfect socialite/housewife (marrying her and then proceeding to have his older brother, cal, and holden in a very short span of time), but the task proved impossible. she was always only looking out for herself and didn’t enjoy being tied down, certainly not with kids to take care of despite the nannies his father provided. they fought constantly, and their home life was extremely unstable. it was a normal occurrence for holden to see his mother being dragged off to an institution by his father’s security guards or for his mother to use him and his brother as bait to get his father to give her money for drugs, to leave him, or sometimes just to try and get back with him.
eventually, she finally did leave, having told holden and his brother the three of them were moving to los angeles, but leaving without them and dying of a drug overdose shortly after. holden was about six at the time and thinks he has successfully hidden this entire episode from his memory, but it’s definitely something that affects him whether he likes it or not.
although his family claims this was merely just a rumor, it was often said that there was some foul play behind her death and that his father had some involvement, not wanting her to ever leave him and move on with her life. while holden deep down may admit that this could be the case, it’s never something he would really say.
at this point, his father rarely talks about his mother and when he has, he has poisoned her memory so much, holden feels like he never really had one. when he was younger, he’d often make up stories about her in his head, which were far different than who she actually was. it helped at the time, but after a while it was easier to just forget her altogether.
while his father cares deeply for his children and has provided them a life of ease and luxury, he’s certainly not innocent in all of this mess. he’s extremely manipulative and often psychologically traumatizing to them as well. he often finds his children to be lazy and ungrateful and resents the way they’ve been raised (even though it was his own doing), while he suffered from poverty and abuse in his own childhood. he often pits the two of them against each other, always trying to see who’s the stronger, smartest, who will do whatever it takes to be the best, especially because there’s always talk about who’s going to be the one to be the one who’s going to take over when he retires. it is usually said to be his older brother, because it’s no secret that he’s his father’s favorite.
because of this, holden and his brother never really got along. or so it seems. they did when they were younger, but their hatred runs so deep that the even thought of that feels like a distant reality. they’re only two years apart, but they couldn’t be more different. while his brother is a complete perfectionist and will do just about anything to please his father, holden gave up on that idea along time ago. it didn’t matter what he did, he never seemed to be able to measure up against his brother. maybe it was because he was younger, maybe it was because he was more sensitive and seemed to feel things at a deeper level, maybe it was because he wasn’t as competitive, or maybe there was no explanation why his father simply liked cal better. holden’s never seemed to figure out. he’s always felt like the screwup of the family, so eventually that’s what he became.
he started drinking and using drugs at an early age, basically trying anything to mask his pain and trauma. while his brother excelled academically and in sports in high school, holden never applied himself. he fell in with the wrong crowd and gave up his spot on the football team to run around the streets of new york and engage in all kinds of debauchery. it was common for him to disappear for days on end, spending his father’s money and racking up drug and gambling debts. obviously his father wasn’t happy about this and would constantly remind him of that, but he didn’t exactly do anything to stop him either. if this was a cry for help or attention, it didn’t exactly have the desired effect and only left holden feeling empty. 
he started dating this older hippie girl who was in college while he was a senior in high school who influenced him to want to detach from his family and money and the crowd he was running in. he kind of... took it to the extreme and started talking like timothee chalamet in lady bird lmao, even though he reeked of privilege. honestly, it was just another way to annoy his father and brother, which was always his goal at the time. they ended up breaking up because he cheated on her, but he kept some of her ideas and mindset afterwards.
after high school, he wasn’t really sure what he wanted to do. so he ran off to europe for a year and didn’t talk to anyone from home. just traveled around by himself with little money and getting into all kinds of trouble. he probably would’ve stayed longer, but one morning he came across an american newspaper while he was in greece reporting on how his father had suffered a heart attack. he rushed back to the states and luckily his father has survived, but in that moment of weakness he manipulated him into attending college. his father pulled some strings and got him into yates, and while it isn’t exactly his idea of fun, he’s taking it day by day and looking it as another way to push back actually having to enter the real world.
~ personality wise ~
acts like he hates his family, new york, and everything that comes attached with money and privilege, but completely reaps the benefits of all these things when he can. claims everything having to do with high society is vapid and that he wants more out of life.
a bit of a compulsive liar. will make up fake identities and pretend to be other people or tell people he doesn’t know some sob story about growing up poor. rlly just gets off on stuff like that and doesn’t tell the truth. like ever.
doesn’t always like people knowing how rich he is or who his father is. for those that do know, he doesn’t like to talk much about his family. probably won’t ever say a word about his mother.
has no real ambitions in life or any sort-of life plan. has switched his major at least 10 times and never goes to his classes.
very much a hedonist. likes to party and hates being alone. hooks up with too many people and finds it very difficult to be in any sort of real relationship. he’s just not reliable or faithful enough.
also goes through phases where feels like he doesn’t connect with people? or that he hates everyone?
always attracts chaos of some kind. black eyes from a fight over kissing someone’s girlfriend or owing his drug dealer money.
lives life day by day. doesn’t plan for the future. usually always drunk or high.
kind of... morally ambiguous. with the way he was raised, he doesn’t see life as black or white. it’s sort of grey. usually doesn’t do the right thing, usually doesn’t feel bad about it... but there is a heart there somewhere. he just doesn’t usually care enough to use it.
rlly tries to avoid feelings as much as possible. he’s actually quite a sensitive person, but after being constantly told that makes him weak by his father and having a robot of a brother he’s always felt ashamed by that. so he uses his vices to try and not feel things.
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hook ups, fwbs, exes, someone he cheated on, friends, enemies, someone he owes money to, someone who knew him grew up and knows his family, someone he actually rlly cares about (romantic or platonic)...i’ll add more to this when i think of more things!
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lolly-dolli · 4 years
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Entrapta is really important to me, and I think part of it is her coding. While I'm not autistic, I AM neurodivergent (in the form of fairly prominent ADHD) and really relate to a lot of her symptoms. I've always felt kind of excluded from most people in the sense that I get talked over because I was that kid™ and just kind of accepted it because I have the tendency to ramble or get too excited about my hyperfixations and sometimes don't know where to stop (not that this isn't rude of me sometimes, I just would appreciate someone telling me nicely versus pointed looks and scoffing and just...generally being mean when I open my mouth). It's happened at school pretty consistently, and now that I'm out it happens a lot with my sister. It took a while to find groups I fit into, and it was when I apologized for being annoying and oversharing about some OCs and someone said "you don't need to apologize, I like talking to you and I do the same thing," and consistently said that whenever this happened that I felt like I actually belonged somewhere. I still internally cry when my friends tell me that. It takes me a lot to find new friends, and when I do it means a whole hecking lot to me that someone outside my parents or the small group I actually have doesn't think I'm annoying or stupid or assume I'm autistic™ (it's not so much the assumption as the implication that there's something wrong™ with people being neurodivergent or that it automatically means we're stupid that hurts me).
Entrapta represents that experience so fucking hard. And the fact that she's the oldest of the princesses, falling somewhere in her mid to late 20s, means all the more to me. Because neurodivergency isn't something a person grows out of. You can be misdiagnosed, you can learn to read body language and social cues better, but to some degree, your brain is just built differently, and that's okay. I love the main cast to death, but from the beginning they haven't really known what to do with Entrapta. Even Perfuma, the archetypical sweet girl, gets frustrated with her. She gets talked over or pushed to the side a lot, and it's generally not on purpose, but it still hurts her. She still feels like she doesn't fit right. If I had to guess, it isn't that she doesn't percieve that she's annoying them, she just...doesn't always pick up on how she's doing it because her wavelength is different.
But she still manages to find genuine friendships and love with other people who share that experience. Entrapta gets told "hey, you don't need to fit into one box. It's okay to be who you are as you are here." Scorpia and Hordak share that same experience of rejection and ostricization and internalized guilt of not being wanted.
And Catra's friendship with her, too, is another side to that. The thing about neurodivergency is that we tend to get really, really excited about a certain few specific things. And like with anyone, sometimes there are fake friends. Catra doesn't really bond with Entrapta beyond a surface level of "yeah man I'm also an outcast." She generally just sees her as an annoyance like most other people do, but Entrapta is an extremely talented engineer, and that's useful to her, so she keeps up the pretense of friendship as a manipulation tactic to get what she wants. People recognize that a lot of us are lonely and crave approval and love just like everyone else, and when they abandon you because they got what they wanted, it hurts. Sometimes, it's crushing. Not to say Catra's own motivations aren't understandable or relatable, her actions just strike an emotional chord in this sense.
I cried.
A lot.
I think we'll probably see Entrapta's side of the experience in the new season, and I'm so, so hecking grateful for what we've gotten so far. Not just for me as an ND adult, but for all the "weird" kids watching the show. Especially for those who had it worse than I did and still do.
Entrapta's existence as a character sends the message that you aren't stupid. You don't fail childhood or adulthood or any part of life for being "weird." It says that you, as you are, deserve to be valued and wanted and genuinely loved.
You're just different, and there's nothing wrong with that.
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                                                     𝙞𝙛 𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 : 𝙖𝙠𝙖 𝙞'𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞.
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AIKO  ISHIKAWA  /  16  in  main  verse  /  starter  libero  for  her  volleyball  team  (  seijoh  was  her  usual  school  but  if  not  just  at  the  school  )  ,  general  ice  princess  .  would  sell  you  out  for  a  corn  chip  .  doesn’t  do  well  with  interacting  with  others  and  can  be  seen  as  “  nice  “  but  her  being  nice  is  just  her  realizing  people  are  less  loud  if  she’s  not  crude  ,  but  there  are  times  where  she  still  is  rude  as  fuck  .  
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MINA  CHEUNG  /  20  in  main  verse  /  mc  from  mystic  messenger  ,  reset  theory  now  included  !  jk  ,  she’s  known  about  the  resets  since  i’ve  first  started  playing  her  but  yeah  .  a  rich  bitch  princess  type  ,  she’s  way  TOOOO  mean  and  she  doesn’t  know  how  she  fell  in  love  with  every  single  member  of  the  rfa  let  alone  her  ,  but  she  doesn’t  plan  on  telling  them  either  .  has  a  track  record  of  moving  around  because  of  her  father’s  company  beom  -  soo  cheung  ,  an  investment  company  that  keeps  growing  .  has  a  half  sister  somewhere  out  there  . 
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MONIKA  /  18  in  main  verse  /  monika  from  ddlc  who’s  escaped  the  game  .  that’s  all  .  DASSIT  .  manipulative  ,  hasn’t  technically  murdered  irl  but  heavy  headcanon  that  she  physically  had  to  murder  the  other  girls  in  ddlc  to  get  where  she  is  .  
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HYUN  KIM  /  24  /  first  year  associate  at  his  father’s  law  firm  .   super  scarred  up  from  an  old  motorcycle  crash  w  his  ex  -  bf  and  has  bad  vision  at  best  .  extremely  good  at  reading  tarot  cards  and  has  a  tugging  feeling  in  his  chest  towards  people  who  are  going  to  die  .  bitter  and  salty  ,  and  tries  to  be  bitter  and  salty  but  he  stumbles  on  his  words  so  he’s  ...  struggling  .  
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CHARA  DREEMUR  /  19??? maybe??? undetermined  /  chara  from  undertale  . actual  demon  .   murderer  .  morbid  .  hates  humanity  but  longs  for  a  family  .  idk  .  they’re  weird  .  has  approximately  two  (2)  soft  spots  and  that’s  each  of  their  hands  that  can’t  hold  a  knife  ,  so  ...
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GABRIEL  GOSS  /  19  /  oracle  !  but  like  ,  hates  the  idea  of  being  one  .  wants  to  die  doing  a  kick  flip  in  his  heelies  .  he’s  vulgar  nd  crude  and  has  the  ability  to  see  the  future  and  all  he  does  is  talk  shit  on  his  stupid  as  blog  and  complain  about  why  he  doesn’t  have  a  significant  other  .  used  to  be  engaged  (  it’s  a  long  story  ).
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KATHERINE  FORBES  /  18  /  big  uwu  energy  .   remember  when  parents  are  like  ‘  dont  act  stupid  to  try  and  get  a  guy  to  like  you  ‘  ?  well  ,  that’s  her  entire  thing  .  deadass  could  be  a  certified  genius  but  she’s  kind  of  ...  let  her  familial  expectations  rain  down  on  her  hard  and  ends  up  being  this  DUMB  BITCH  when  she’s  super  smart  .  columbia  student  ,  soon  to  be  law  student  .  minoring  in  math  . has  a  long  history  of  drug  usage  .
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PETRA  HART  /  27  /  supernatural  hunters  from  a  long  line  of  hunters  that  basically  are  more  of  an  organization  than  family  .  had  a  big  spree  /  hunt  which  gained  her  a  lot  of  respect  with  her  family  but  looking  back  on  it  she’s  disgusted  w  herself  .  senior  partner  (  the  youngest  )  at  a  family  friend’s  law  firm  .
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MARINA  ADAMS  /  19  /  i’m  too  lazy  to  format  what  i  had  but  here’s  what  i  sent  sunni : okay okay okay? marinA? love of my life. sweet baby angel girl who can do nothign wrong. physically about 19/20. she’s an Angel. an honest to god angel, like . deadass. her species. angel!!!! but if you look at her she deadass glows / smiles and has this calming presence and like she doesn’t flex she’s an angel but she is !! and like she’s got . . . exactly 0 intimidation whatsoever but she’s got a really big attachment to family and stuff and really craves validation a lot and she’s deadass fuckin DUMB dawg . like not dumb dumb but . . . . . she’s pretty dumb .  loves  to  spoil  people  .  pretty  bad  at  her  job  bc  she’d  save  a  demon  but  ya
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thomas  chance  /  25  /  and thomas . . . . has a god / power complex hand to god im not kidding you . he’s such a babyface / got a babyface / sweetheart face and personality and he KNOWS it and he . . . . is a serial killer . his ass? has a thing for holding people’s lives in his hands which is also why he’s a trauma surgeon. his motive for killing is just that he CAN do it so he DOES do it and he’s been outsmarting the police and everyone . there’s nothing about cleansing or anything he just thinks hes that much better than everyone else . he’s fallen in love like twice but one of those girls . . . well i play her nd that’s for later so uwu
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hullo, i’m nora ( gmt, she/her) i like gillian flynn, greek myth & dangerous women. look below this cut to find out some stuff about my interpretation of emmeline n how i will be playin this character. i’m sure i’ll make a pinterest for her soon because i have no self control x
this bitch was raised in the irish highlands. she was raised by roman catholic pureblood parents. her mother was a folk musician and her father was a quidditch commentator. both her parents had Large Personalities, so emmeline’s never really been shy around adults, even as a kid she’d speak to them in a forthright, confident manner, and because she was always surrounded by adults, she’s always seemed a bit Wise Beyond Her Years.
learned to ride a broom as a tiny smol child. her father, a fierce supporter of puddlemere united, was always trying to encourage her to ride her broom. she broke several bones as a child, but nothing a bit of skelegrow can’t fix, eh? her childhood was very ‘rough and tumble’. she grew up in a cottage on a farm -- her parents didn’t own the farm land, just the cottage, but they occasionally helped the farmers out. during the summer holidays from her catholic prep school, emmy worked as a waitress in the farm’s cafe.
studies hard and plays hard. she gets top marks but it’s because academia is literally her life, she loves the smell of libraries, the ancient smoke of learning, of feeling like old wine in a new bottle reincarnated from the bones of some old, dead witch who invented a cure for dragonpox or somethin. 
isn’t a foward-planner, however. emmeline prefers to leave her options open, play the field, live in a spontaneous manners so her study style is mostly cramming a few days before a test, or staying up all night writing an essay on a massive adrenline boost powered by red bull or probably adderall, scribbling (or typing) furiously into the night.
has an addictive personality. seems unable to do anything in a small dose, she has to let it utterly consume her. with sports, she’s fiercely competitive, runs track, played lacrosse at school, now is a chaser for ravenclaw. with alcohol, it’s never a shot, it’s a whole bottle -- wine or whiskey -- she’ll be table dancing before the night’s up and making out with someone she’ll regret in the morning. she takes hallucinogenics -- mostly shrooms or LCD -- to increase her creativity when creating new potions. she smokes weed to help with divination and takes coke to increase her mobility and reflexes for DADA.
not afraid to go after what she wants !! ambitious academically and romantically thirsty !! she loves the adrenaline of the chase. when someone’s easy to get, she becomes bored. very bisexual and very proud of it. feminist as fuck nd part of a queer representation in the arts group which holds fortnightly meetings to discuss lgbt representation in film, literature, art etc.
likes old things. old books, old music, old houses, it reminds her of happier times like when she wasn’t alive. buys all her music on vinyl and has a gramphone because “The Sound quality is Better” kfdsjj.
her clothing style is like.... vintage thrift store but make it preppy. berets and cute hats, neck scarves, large fluffy cardigans or like those leathery jackets with big suede fringes on them, mini skirts (very 70s), and knee high socks or boots. quite often she’ll be in sports kit, maybe a cute tennis skirt, n when she’s feeling casual she’ll wear like, a talking heads tshirt with a pair of mom jeans and converse, but otherwise, the library is her catwalk.
pretentious motherfucker. LOVES poetry, especially the romantics, loves morbid ones too, edgar allen poe, sylvia plath, allen ginsberg, she just loves them all. can’t get enough. her favourite films are like.... wanky artfilm independent european cinema. especially french new wave. “what do you think of goddard’s work??” while snorting a line off someone’s sink at 5am on a school night, but you can bet she’ll make it to that 9am class.
humanities and literature student. obsessed with w.h. auden and the beat poets. very Intelligent and Beautiful and knows both of those facts. vocal feminist. soapbox sadie. Very Passionate about Issues. plays devil’s advocate. humanitarian, vegan.  judgemental but takes great care not to appear so.  just wants to be Loved By All.
 tries to be an Enigma. wants to be mysterious and unreadable because that’s what books have taught her makes women Desirable and Interesting and Cool. obsessively devours mystery and thriller novels. she herself is a gillian flynn book waiting to happen.
 act like the flower but be the serpent under it. is a user. manipulative. leads people on. will throw another student under the bus to demonstrate her own intelligence and integrity 
relates to ophelia from hamlet and sibyl vane in dorian gray. weirdly obsessed with women who commit suicide. loves jackson pollock paintings and abstract art.
i cant think of anythin else right now which  is probs a good thing bc this is already too long, yikes, but yeah !! here are some generic wanted plots but by all means message me so we can flesh them out more if any strike ur interest: 
 study buddies !! someone who is equally unprepared and so spends all night in the library with emmy before a big deadline, maybe they even met in the library
cousins . second cousins / extended family / family freinds -- is a pureblood so has been to lots of wizarding family events and sacred 28 stuff even tho her fam aren’t in the sacred 28, probably spat volavons on your character once as children, omg childhood friends !
people who are also confused about alliances. right now, she’s kinda neutral, frequently pretends to be fully in it for 3rd echelon, but actually tryin to be impartial, staying out of the drama, weighing up her options, and feels guilty for it, n i think if someone figures out her game (either because they are in the same boat, or they are a death eater junior and think she could be persuaded to their side) it would make things mighty busy in her head
frinds !! unlikely friends !! toxic friends !! former best friends separated by quidditch rivalries ! sporting friends who are on other teams but who she absolutely loves playin against!!! fellow academics who like meeting up to discuss latin and greek !
people she gets mortally fucked off her tits with, probably alice and co, at parties, people who think she is throwing her academic potential away by caving to hedonistic impulse, people she has drunkenly made out with, hooked up with, or regularly sleeps with casually, maybe even a friend w benefits she is repressing feelings for, i love angst, people she used to date or unrequitedly likes, but to them it’s just a physical thing, give me all the thirsty angst plots, and maybe some softness too, i need some religion in this girls life, she is a roman catholic after all
thats all for now folks jeez louise thanks for stickin with me
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better late than never i always say !!! it’s me again , your garbage admin aj w another Funky Fresh garbage character. uhhhhhh i dont feel like putting my lil character form above the read more so i’ll just say this : scout’s 23, she’s a member of the walsh fam, and she is an ex-child star w......problems. they are very slightly kept under wraps, which is to say , it’s not known To The World but it’s probably apparent or becoming apparent to like. her family and friends. her label is the hot mess bc damn this girl is a hot mess ! also full intro below the cut imma try to keep it short this time pray_for_me.mp3. trigger warnings: drug references & substance abuse, ummm VAGUE mentions of disordered eating, general extra-ness
like many children of incredibly wealthy parents, scout was the kinda kid w the world at her fingertips.........so, like many children of incredibly wealthy ( & famous ) parents , she became. an actress
it was great she loved it a lot she had a lot of fun she made a lot of friends she was in.... not like a TON of things but a fair amount of things. acting wasn’t her number one priority but you’ve def seen her face in some commercials and in some movies here and there. since she’s been new york based it wasnt that huge of a thing
she didn’t really “”” “ make it big “””” until she was on some shitty mtv high school drama show ( w/ our favorite lowkey garbage aiden hyatt ) as the main love interest
howEVE R , living in la full time was kind of a disaster move tbh bc she was largely left to her own devices + could do whatever tf she wanted , and she started partying A Lot
she kinda recognized that she wasn’t doing great so she left the show and moved back to nyc to be closer to her fam but
hint: she’s still not doing great
if anything it’s gotten worse lmao
but BASICALLY scout is known for being Big Fun. she’s a tried and true PartyGrrrl, she stays out until 7 am, she’s not that.....smart........... but she does laugh a lot and smile a lot and really Seem like she has her act together. she’s always dressed head to toe in High Fashion Glam. her make up is on point. it’s great
total enabler. she will drag you to anything in the entire world that you shouldn’t be going to, you know you shouldn’t be doing this, but part of you Wants to ….. . like. she’s going to speak to the part that wants to.
very outgoing & friendly & a lil magnetic. i doubt anyone ever takes her too seriously bc she’s not exactly full of like deep intense thoughts, but she does know how to get into parties without invitation and talk her way into just about anything
has she been to an illuminati party?
yes
clubs a lot. drinks w the best of em despite being tiny. highkey has an intense adderall addiction, higherkey doesn’t think it’s a problem
prone to being manipulated bc she’ll say yes to anything ! and also prone to getting a lil overemotional
in general prone to crying. it’s REALLY embarrassing she hates it
super into music of all kinds. she’s one of those people that still thinks matty healy is like, A GOD. she hooked up with both the chainsmokers at the same time once. like. she’s that girl.
SO she puts up this intense facade of having it together and being this Fun Cool Girl and blah blah. she carries a five-thousand-dollar lanvin tote bag. her highlights were done at THE sally hershberger salon in the meatpacking district. she has a chic pedicure and smells obscure and expensive. but really she’s a fucking disaster who is Barely holding it together
some examples:
pretty intensely underweight
underneath that chic pedicure? dirty fingernails
only takes baths bc she’s too weak to stand in the shower
lets pretentious art-world guys choke her out during unprotected sex
writes her rent checks in highlighter
never knows whether to put on day cream or night cream because her hours are so bonkers!
tends to go multiple days at a time without sleeping
etc, etc
but. you know. she’s not a sad quiet mouse about it she’s Loud and Fun and not fully aware that she’s on the road to ruin
but she’s a little aware she’s a self-loathing downtown party girl fellatrix but. she masks it w expensive people and substance abuse
OK UH PLOT WITH ME some things i want:
party buddies, duh !!! especially if they are Just as fuckin messy and irresponsible as her and they enable each other’s bad habits
friends from the island or from the past who don’t realize what a shit show she is they really think she’s got it together and will Probably learn over the course of being here
on the flipside someone who resents her bc she’s like SO privileged and her life is so easy and she manages to have all these good things despite being a True shit show
hookups pls especially like Bad Irresponsible ones that she def shouldn’t have gone through with for whatever reason ( male or female listen she’s……..easy nd not picky )
literally anything else is . Good
thanks ! this has been a messy intro for a messy character by aj
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I have this thing with like, constantly telling myself it wasn’t that bad, or I’m just over exaggerating or I have no real reason to be fucked up by this. Or, even that I’m not fucked up and this is just how it is for everyone and I’m just too much of a twat to get on with it. 
idk. 
I was a weird kid. 
not like, ~oh I’m so Quirky LOL~ weird, like, obviously neurodivergent weird.
It’s not surprising that I was bullied mercilessly for the majority of my school life. I don’t even remember the first time I was bullied. I remember the kid I thought was a friend dropping a very expensive toy and breaking it (it was a robotic toy of the dragon in harry potter, I never found another one, the company sent me a fucking barbie doll head as a replacement....) I remember another kid cornering me, or leading me away, or leading me away and then cornering me then grabbing me by the wrist at two different points and twisting (a Chinese burn basically) till I cried. I know they called me names, but I don’t remember what they were. 
I don’t remember how I came to be friends with her. probably something to do with me being ND in a way that made me over friendly and way too trusting. It was probably ok at first I guess there must have been some reason I hung out with her at all.
I was allowed to have friends that weren’t her, I remember her coming up to me on the playground and making a scene every time I tried to play with someone who wasn’t her, I remember trying to make a schedule of when I’d play with each of my friends in the hope that it’d appease her. it didn’t. I remember being guilted, manipulated, yelled at. I remember she cut me off from my friends, one by one, I wasn’t allowed to play with them, she made me tell my best friend I hated him, that I couldn’t be friends with him, she made me hide in a tree with her from a girl who was basically my sister until she left, crying. I did terrible things to my friends because I thought I had too. I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for that, yeah she bullied and manipulated, and maybe even abused me into doing them, but I still knew what I was doing, I still knew it was wrong. I just wasn’t strong, or good enough to stop. 
but then, I was a kid, like, an actual, still in primary school pre-pubescent kid, maybe I’m not... entirely fair on myself.
I remember her saying horrible things about me, about my family, I remember going along with it because I thought she was right, I remember saying those things myself, although, only about me. I remember her pressuring me into doing things, not just being terrible to my friends, other stuff too. I remember one time she dared (made) me to wade into the pond to get to the little island in the middle, and when I got there she told me to throw the wellies I was wearing back to her so she could do it too. She threw them in the pond and left me there. 
I remember one time she dragged me out to one of the fields and trapped me behind a kissing gate. She told me if I wanted to be friends with her I couldn’t keep any of my other friends, she told me I had to choose or she wouldn’t let me out. When I said no she hit me. 
no one had ever hit me before. 
when I finally detached myself from her she switched to just outright bullying/ turning all of her other friends against me by just.... outright lying and proceeded to make the next five/six years hell, by this point she’d pressured me into saying I wanted to be in her tutor group in secondary school so I was stuck with her until I left. 
we were kids. I don’t exactly blame her, she was as much a kid as I was, she wasn’t responsible in the same way she would’ve been if we were older but it still.... happened. 
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So you've talked about this numbers thing in the tags before but I don't think you've ever explained it in depth? Care to tell more?
Ah! Never thought I’d actually get asked about that!
It’s a story I’m writing, I woke up a couple months ago with the idea that there are ten kids with the numbers One through Ten as names due to supernatural forces or something like that pretty much mind-controlling their parents to name them that.
I actually haven’t worked out much of the plot or anything, I wrote some of it after I had the idea and then I burned that candle out real quick and then I haven’t worked on it much since but I’ve still been coming up with ideas and such for it.
The Number Squad as I’m calling them all have powers becuase of course they do.
I’m putting the rest under a read more becuase this turned out a lot longer than I expected it to.
One has Water Manipulation,
Two has Air Manipulation, she’s based mainly off of my younger sister due to multiple reasons (Birthday being on 22, zodiac element being air, also Two and her look alike),
Three has Mind Reading,
Four has Mind Control, she‘s famous becuase she said so,
Five has Time Pausing,
Six has Shapeshifting, them and Five are twins,
Seven has Metal Manipulation, she’s the youngest out of all of them,
Eight has Electricity, she’s Seven’s best friend,
Nine has Invisibility, he’s the Mom Friend of the group and very shy,
and Ten has Blood and Bone control.
I’m not exactly sure which I came up with first, but the last one came from me asking the group chat for suggestions.
Additional characters are:
Emily, previously named Eleven due to the same reasons the other ten are named that way, except she changed her name to something normal to fit in better. She can tell the future.
Joshie, Three’s best friend. Due to a recent post I’ve seen he’s now going to be basically a modern-day Jesus. He does have powers but those are due to unrelated reasons to The Numbers Squad (One through Emily). Has a giant fucking crush on One. One also has a crush on him. Everyone knows this. Both of them know it. Neither will act on it becuase they’re disasters.
Elle, Emily’s girlfriend. I haven’t worked out much of her yet, but she’s transgender, she likes bright colors, and Emily’s endless support was the only thing that encouraged her to come out at all in the first place.
Gabriel, Elle’s older brother. Was originally a giant asshole but in light of recent events (Cough Cough Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Ten, and Emily threatening his life Cough Cough) he’s trying his best to do better. Is actually pretty nice but still generally un-trusted around them due to being an asshole being and Elle being more important to them.
Layla, One’s older sister. Not much to say about her, honestly. She tries her best at everything she does and still fails a lot. Tries out for cheer squad every chance she gets and hasn’t gotten accepted once. Good at managing other people but not herself. Very much a lesbian. Does not realize she’s a lesbian.
Deana, Two’s younger sister. She likes being spun around nd lifted up with Two’s powers.
Two has another sibling but they’re based on a group chat friend I have and I haven’t told them about this so I can’t actually say anything about them, sorry.
Two’s aunt Lilie. Constantly afraid Two is going to out herself to everyone else. She lives with Two and her mother and her siblings.
Five and Six’s sister Wendy. She likes pink and blue and purple and black and white stripes. She’s dyslexic.
Five and Six also have two more siblings, Arella and Callum. They’re three years older than them and they don’t do anything but stay at home.
Five and Six have six siblings, actually, but Arella, Callum, and Wendy are the only ones who have names right now.
Fay, Three and Joshie’s friend. She’s really quiet, sorta shy, and Three and Joshie are quite possibly her only friends. She likes reading and swimming.
Jacey, One and Layla’s neighbor. Has taken it upon himself to look after these kids while their parents aren’t home and while their parents are home if need be. He makes them lunch and drives them to school.
Red, has a reputation for being like the ‘Bad girl’ of the school but she’s like really really nice and she bakes treats for her friends and helps them with their problems and is a big mom friend. She had enough of her ex and expectations for her so she decided “Y’know fucking what? I’m move out of my house and get my own apartment and dye my hair and start wearing fucking punk clothes and get a tattoo and-” and then she ended up like this. She’s actually really happy like this too.
Nico, Red’s ex boyfriend. He means well but he is, in all honesty, an idiot. He wants to be Red’s friend again, Red wants nothing to do with him, he doesn’t understand that, Red won’t tell him to fuck off to his face, it just keeps going. He has purple streaks in his hair. This doesn’t really have anything to do with Red he just wanted purple streaks in his hair.
Amelia, Red’s girlfriend. You know that line between punk-goth and preppy? Amelia does gymnastics on that line. She likes the color purple a lot. She has told Nico fuck off to his face. He assumed this meant she didn’t like him so he tries to avoid her. She doesn’t like him all that much but it’s becuase Red doesn’t like him much.
Hera, one of the girls in Red’s gang. About what you’d expect from someone who shares a name with a major Greek goddess. Almost everyone else in her family was named after someone from Greek mythology. No one actually remembers what that’s about. She has tattoos all over her back. She is not legally supposed to have tattoos. Red’s the only one who knows where she got them and even that’s only vaguely. She breaks the law on a regular basis.
Hades, Hera’s twin sibling, also in Red’s gang. Yes the twins are aware their names don’t match up much. No they will not ask their parents what that’s about. No they do not care. Recognized as a non-binary icon throughout the school. Also what you’d expect from someone with their name. They have one single tattoo and it’s a matching one they got with Hera. They like to draw.
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The bits of the story I already have figured out other than basic character backstories and identities is that they get thrown into the same school together.
They can’t use their powers on eachother (Kinda, One, Two, Seven, and Eight all have physical abilities and they don’t just disable when something being moved by the ability comes close to the others. Six, Nine, and Emily can’t use their powers on anyone else but themselves in the first place. Five can drag other people into paused time with some effort including the rest of The Number Squad.), so it was this realization of “I can’t read their thoughts???” from Three, “I can’t control them???” from Four, “I can touch them??? Without hurting them???” From Ten.
Three and Four ended up hating eachothers guts for a bit but also like Frenemies to Lovers trope is Good (I say frenemies and not straight up enemies becuase they were just sort of annoyed that their powers didn’t work on eachother because they relied on those Way Too Much. Also Three is like envious of Four becuase they don’t have parents or money and Four has loving parents and is rich becuase she said so).
Eight works at a cafe with her mother, and is Co Mom Friend of the group.
Eight has a bunch of scars everywhere and it’s obvious most weren’t caused by her. Seven is the only one who gets a backstory for this, and that’s becuase they’re Best Friends. This is also becuase I have not entirely worked out said backstory myself so until I do it’s a secret between Seven and Eight that not even I get to know.
Four’s really good at singing, at first Three thought that was just more mind control shit but after a while they just realized she’s really good at singing.
Five has insomnia and likes the cold. Has been found asleep on the roof before. Has been found violently zoned-out to the point of near unconsciousness but not quite there on the roof before. She’s on the roof a lot.
Six is genderfluid and has every genderqueer person’s dream of shapeshifting. Will change their hair to bright colors when even lightly emotionally troubled. They also have ADHD. I’m self projecting onto characters again. Then again Six was based after me. So was Five. And Two’s based off of my sister.
Six hangs out around Red and her friends a lot. They’re a nervous disaster and scared they aren’t fitting the right requirements becuase they don’t match the aesthetic. Red and Co’ points to Hera, who dresses mainly in gold and white. Six points out that that’s still different and bright and they just dress very plainly. Red and Co’ point out that they can fucking shapeshift. This happens one or twice a week.
Five does theater. She’s very good at it. Have exactly one minute to change costumes? Nah, she’s gonna sit down to breathe, go over her lines, get a snack, get another snack, realize she’s wasted about an hours time and that she should probably actually change and get on with the play soon, eats another snack, unpauses time in her new outfit and gets on with the play, repeats the next time she gets off stage and needs a break.
The entire theater club or whatever at the school is aware of her powers, so if she seems to teleport but differently, she paused time.
She also does this for tests and things. Pauses time, go gets the answers, comes back, aces the test. It’s a very useful power to have.
Seven has several bones replaced with metal replicas of them. She hurt herself and couldn’t move that part of herself anymore so she was like “Just put some metal in there it’ll work” and it did.
Seven messes up microwaves so fucking often and no one’s actually sure why. I mean it’s obvious her metal powers but beyond that.
Three and Joshie will often have conversations where Three’s the one talking and Joshie’s just thinking at them. Three has to pretend they’re on the phone.
Joshie is Tall and Very strong. He could pick up Three and Fay at the same time before. Actually, he has. Multiple times.
Please do not let this give you the illusion he actually looks very strong or threatening or anything he looks very soft both in personality and clothing choice.
Joshie picked One up once and that was the day One realized he had a crush on him.
“Layla he picked me up like I weighed nothing Layla I think I’m in love”
“One please calm down doesn’t he do that to everyone?”
“YEAH HE DOES LAYLA, WHAT’S YOUR FUCKING POINT?”
The school they go to is called ‘Meadow Creek’ becuase I wanted something generic and my brain spit generic at me.
Four days into the schoolyear Four throws a party. Drama happens. What drama, you may be asking? I dunno, that’s all I’ve gotten so far, there’s a party and Drama happens.
Oh actually I do know one thing, Five somehow ends up sitting in the chandelier. That was the day Four stopped wondering if it could actually hold someone’s weight.
That’s literally all I have for the story so far, like, I’m trying to scrape more stuff off the top of my head, but there’s nothing. I’ve used it all up. That’s all I have for Numbers and Co’ right now.
I still haven’t decided what to call the story, right now the document is called ‘Ten’ because guess why, but also I don’t want it to seem like it’s all about Ten herself becuase they’re all the main characters.
‘Count to Ten’ maybe? I’m just sticking with calling it ‘Numbers’ for now though.
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The Text Diary of Sarah.
Here’s a short story I wrote in pure dialogue. I hope you all like it and I will accept any and all feedback, just send me a pm. xo ~A May 2nd, 2013 
“I’m craving a slurpee so bad right now.” “So go get one silly.” “But it’s so far; can’t you get one for me?” “I live 298 kilometers away – that’s not happening.” “Fine, you’ll still talk to me, right?” “Yes.” “I have something to tell you, or well ask you…or both.” “What is it?” “I really like you, and I know you’re no where near me. But I don’t know, I just thought maybe, or rather wanted to know…would you date me?” “I don’t think I can, I’m no good and I can’t trust anyone.” “You trust me though, don’t you? Can’t you give us a chance?” “Yes I do. Okay, we can try this. Just a warning I’m a terrible person.” “Carson! Are you kidding me? You’re the most amazing person ever!” “I don’t think so.” “Well I do!” April 4th, 2013. 
“I can’t take this any longer.”
“Can’t take what, Carson? What’s wrong?” “My family, my life, nothing goes right and I just can’t take it. I am so alone and no one cares.” “I’m so sorry. But there are people who care, what about your friends? What about me? I care! It will be okay. Please don’t hurt yourself.” “Too late...I have no friends, they’re all fake. They just want something from me.” “I don’t think that’s true, how can they not like you! You’re amazing, trust me. I’m so sad you cut…” “I’m really not. If only you knew. But thanks, that makes me feel so much better and not like a failure at all.” “But I do know, and I know you’re so super amazing! You know I didn’t mean it like that Carson!” “No it’s fine. I get it. I just clearly can’t talk to you when I’m upset.” “What?! No, of course you can! I’m always here for you baby. Please don’t do this.” “I’m just going to go to bed.” “Oh…okay, I love you so much. To the moon and back! Goodnight, sweet dreams.” “You too, goodnight.” June 17th, 2013. 
“Hey you.” “I’m so sorry I’ve been so busy but can we call when I get home?” “Can’t I’m at my aunts right now.” “Oh okay, well how is that?” “Not great. Did you get your ticket yet?” “Yes! I finally booked it this morning, I leave on the 14th at 7am! Did you talk to your parents about staying?” “Yeah…they really won’t let me. So I have to go with them.” “That sucks…well maybe I can book my trip for a little later.” “No, no, don’t!” “Why not? I want to see you, you won’t even be in the country for 97% of the time I’m in Salt Lake City!” “I know but we can see each other when I get back, I promise.” “Alright I guess…” “I have to go.” “I love you baby.” “Love you too.” 
June 20th, 2013. 
“Hey Babe.” “Carson! I’m so excited to hear from you. Call?” “I can’t sorry I don’t have any minutes. I have to talk to you about something though.” “Yeah, what’s up!” “So my phone is going to be disconnected the whole cruise. My parents don’t want me to use data and roaming charges are bad.” “So I can’t talk to you for two whole weeks…?” “Yeah.” “When will I know when you’re back? How will I see you?” “I come back on my birthday, I’ll call you when I get to the airport.” “Okay I guess.” July 1st, 2013.
 “Hey, what are you doing?” “I’m just at home watching videos, what are you up to baby? I missed you today!” “Missed you too. Oh nothing, what did you do today?” “I was at school all day. I just got home about 20 minutes ago.” “Oh really? That’s all you did?” “Yeah why? What did you do today?”“Why are you lying to me Sarah?” “What are you talking about? I didn’t lie to you…” “I can’t fucking believe you. How could you?” “What do you mean?! What are you talking about?” “My friend was down in Edmonton last week and he told me today he saw you at the mall with a guy and girl. Who were they?” “What? The only time I went to the mall was with Bailey and it was just me and her. Maybe he thought someone else was me?” “There’s no way, he said he saw you with a guy and you guys kissed. I can’t believe you’re lying. I thought you would never hurt me like everyone else.” “Of course, I wouldn’t! That wasn’t me! You can even ask Bailey. Please believe me Carson, I love you so much I would never lie to you or hurt you.” “I don’t know, why would he lie to me about that? It doesn’t make sense.” “I don’t know baby but I promise I wasn’t with any guy. I swear on my life.”   July 10th, 2013. 
“Hey you.” “Hey baby! What time do you leave today?” “I leave at 6. My phones also getting disconnected soon.” “Oh…well can we talk on the phone quick before it does?” “I can’t, I have to leave soon we’re talking the dog to my aunts.” “Oh, well I love you. So much. And I hope you have an amazing trip. And I’ll be in Salt Lake when you get back! Are you excited?!” “Yes I am, love you too.” July 14th, 2016. “Hey baby! I know you won’t get this but I’m on my way to Salt Lake and I cannot wait to see your face and kiss it all over! I love you so much. Let me know as soon as you land!” August 7th, 2013. 10:16am “Hey you. Where are you?” “Oh my god hi! How are you?! How was your trip? I missed you. I’m at my grandma’s.” “Oh, I thought you were going to pick me up from the airport. That’s okay I guess. I really need to shower anyway.” “Oh I’m so sorry! I don’t remember saying I would. I can if you want?” “Nah, I’m already here. I’m going to go home and shower then get a ride over, okay? What’s your grandma’s address?” “1156 148 Ave. I can’t wait to see you!” “I’ll text you when I’m there.” August 7th, 2013. 10:23pm “I hope I could make your birthday super special and that you loved my gift. I had so much fun with you today. See you tomorrow. I love you baby! Forever and always!” August 8th, 2013. “Tell your mom thanks again for the ride! My grandma is going to be so so so mad I am so late. Wish me luck.” August 9th, 2013. “I’m at Fairmont, where are you?” “I’m sorry I did I bad thing. I’m on my way.” “What? What happened?” “I stopped to meet some friends and I got high with them…” “Are you kidding me? Am I really that boring already that you have to get high before you see me?” “No, no, I’m sorry babe. I know I’m a fucking idiot.” “No stop. Just hurry up.” September 15th, 2013. 
“Hey baby.” September 16th,2013. 
“Hey Carson, I miss you so much baby.” September 17th, 2013. 
“Are you too busy to talk today?”  
September 18th, 2013. 
“Carson why aren’t you answering me? I’m going crazy here! I’m so worried some bad has happened to you please reply to me just to tell me you’re okay.” “This is Carson’s mom. Carson has gone to rehab and I don’t know when he’ll be out but he doesn’t have his phone anymore.” “Oh my god, I didn’t know. Okay, can you please tell him I love him?” “He will really appreciate hearing that. Thank you, Sarah.” October 3rd, 2013. 
“Carson I know you don’t have your phone right now but you’ll see this when you get out of REHAB I guess. I contacted Heather because I was really worried and you said she was your friend so I wanted to know what was going on with you. Heroine? Really? But when I asked what was going on she said she had two other girls talking to her saying they were your girlfriends too?! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK! And I talked to every one of them. I can’t believe you would fucking do this to me! After all the nights I didn’t sleep trying to convince you out of suicide, all the times I was devoted to you, plans I canceled to spend time making you feel 100. AND YOU ACCUSED ME OF CHEATING WHEN IT WAS YOU ALL ALONG. WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?! I have no words for you. Actually, yes I do. You are a dirty fucking low life and I never want to ever hear from you again. We are OVER.”  January 11th, 2014. 
“Hey you…” “Carson oh my god. You’re out of rehab? How are you? Are you okay?” “I’m okay. How are you?” “Oh my god you saw my last messages didn’t you…?” “Yep…” “I am so so sorry. I was just so hurt and so mad. I never meant anything I ever said.” “It hurt really bad…but I get it…” “Tell me everything, I missed so much.” January 15th, 2014. “I know we only just started talking again but I missed you so much. I still love you…” “I love you too babe.” “But I have to know…there’s no one else is there…?” “Well, I was with Deana for a little bit after I got out, but she left me…” “I’m sorry. But screw Deana! You have me, and it’s always been us. Forever and always baby.” January 19th, 2014. “You know what Penny was right! You hurt me! Do you not get that?! You cheated on me with who knows how many girls and you consistently made me walk on broken glass for you. I had to rethink every sentence before I spoke it to you because I had to make sure it could be in no way taken out of context so you could turn it against me. You are manipulative and nothing good can come from us being together again.” “No wait babe, what are saying? I love you. It’s always been you. Don’t leave me please I need you.” “I can’t be with you anymore. I need to look after myself. Go run to one of your other girlfriends. We are over.” “Please Sarah don’t do this. Don’t leave I love you so much I’m trying to show you I’ve changed.” “I don’t love you anymore though. What a revelation. I feel so free! I’m finally free.” April 1st, 2014. 6:42pm 
“Carson, Penny just called me saying you overdosed. But there’s no way because you were doing so good for yourself. So just text me back. Nice April fools day joke! I was so scared for a minute!” April 1st, 2014. 6:57pm “Please answer me. I am getting scared now. Penny is crying. You need to tell her this is a joke.” April 4th, 2014. “Okay, it’s not April fools day anymore Carson. I’m in Salt Lake, let’s meet up for coffee?” April 5th, 2014. “Penny is saying there’s a funeral?! This joke has gone WAY too far Carson. Call me, now.” April 7th, 2014. “It wasn’t a joke was it? You’re really gone…? I saw a body today, but it didn’t look like. I’ve never seen your mom cry so much. Any time now you can jump out and yell surprise…” April 14th, 2014. “I still can’t believe you’re gone. I keep reading over our last messages repeatedly. I never meant that. I still love you. I never stopped. I was just so angry…I’m so fucking sorry Carson please come back. It’s supposed to be us…always and forever.” 
May 25th, 2014. “April killed herself. I can’t believe it. People are saying it’s because she misses you so much…we all do Carson. I wish I could do something to bring you back…anything.” August 7th, 2014. 3:04pm “You would have turned 19 today…I miss you so much please come back to me.” August 7th, 2014. 11:11pm “I can’t wait any longer, I’m coming to see you.”  This is my work ! Do not steal it. Property of Amelia H./TheFairlyHighRoad
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