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alexfromjersey · 9 months

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𝓓𝓸𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝓥𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓼 & 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓬 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼

jenna x g!poc

summary: jenna and jah going to the obstetrician. jah asking stupid questions.

warnings: jah being a comedian, mature language, partial smut

a/n: tumblr didn’t save the first draft 😭…anyway enjoy the chapter and a Jenna edit 🤭. also I’m not a medical professional. I tried to look up the actual terminology and stuff to be semi-accurate but I started to lose interest 😂 - 4.3k words

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MAY 2023

“YOU GOT YOUR BACK BLOWN OUT BY KID CUDI?!? WHAT THE FUCK!” You shouted on the phone.

You and Jenna were currently on FaceTime, she was in her last fitting for her Met Gala outfit. She was bored waiting for the designer to come and make potential adjustments. So she called you to entertain her someway. She regrets calling you now.

You were doing your due diligence as a baby mama and friend to watch Jenna’s work. You started with The Babysitter: Killer Queen. It was alright in your opinion, you gave it a 7/10. Next, you watched The Fallout. It made you tear up and you applauded Jenna on her work. You considered it her best character.

Then, you watched both Scream movies and now you’re watching X. She tried to get you to not watch the movie by not even telling you about it. You had to look up her filmography to find out about it.

“You’re so lucky I have my headphones in” Jenna rolled her eyes.

“Nah you ain’t tell me this movie like that. I was jumpscared with so much ass and titties and now I gotta see you have sex with Mr. Day N’ Nite. Insane” You stated.

“I told you not to watch it. Actually I specifically remember withholding the information” Jenna said.

“Hm. They did you dirty by pairing you with that white man though” You shrugged and ate a fistful of popcorn.

“Shut up” Jenna mumbled.

Your eyes slowly drifted away from the movie to the phone screen. Jenna was preoccupied fixing the nail polish on her nails. She was doing something so simple yet captivating. You couldn’t take your eyes off her. The feelings you felt for her was starting to scare you.

“So, Nancy helped me book an appointment with the obstetrician not far from you” Jenna spoke bringing you out your thoughts.

“You did it for here? Why not back in your hometown, you know to be closer with your family” You questioned.

“It was the best one and…I always wanted to live in New York. I also want to be far away as possible from my mother when I tell her that I’m pregnant” Jenna smiled.

You laughed taking in the information, “When’s the appointment?”

“Tomorrow morning, 9am” Jenna replied.

“I’ll be there” You playfully salute to her. You turn your attention back to the movie. It was now on the part where the white man get killed by the old lady brutally.

“Speaking of families, how exactly are you going to tell yours?” Jenna asked.

“I’ll just call my brother and tell him. Now, for my mom, I’m gonna need a police riot shield” You huffed.

"You and I are in the same boat. I'm praying for you more though" Jenna said.

Your head snapped toward her, "Nah, don't say that."

Jenna chuckled at the expression on your face. The door behind her opened and the designer walks in. "I have to go. I'll call you later" Jenna said.

"Okay...wait you don't get your back broken like a glow stick anymore in this movie right?" You jokingly asked.

Instead of a verbal response, you got the sound of the FaceTime call ending. You laughed out loud and placed your phone on the charger and turned back to the movie.

Meanwhile with Jenna, she rolled her eyes secretly amused as she hung up on you. It was starting to get hard for her to ignore the growing feelings she had for you. She stalked your Instagram, staring at each photo for at least 10 minutes. She stayed up late last night and watch all your YouTube videos.

“Okay, since you’re not showing yet. The dress still fits perfectly but we will loosen it up around the waist just touch” Thom complimented.

Jenna looked at herself in the mirror, “I feel good in it. It feels good, I’m really happy with it” Jenna smiled.

Thom and Jenna continued discussing the dress some more before Thom had to leave to another client. He bid Jenna a bye and congratulations and left the building. Now, it was just Enrique, Nancy, Hudson, and Big L in the room.

A phone alert has Jenna snapping her head to her phone but unfortunately it was not her phone that made the sound. Enrique snorts at Jenna’s actions. An embarrassed blushed appears on her face.

“Shut up Enrique” Jenna mumbled.

“I’ve never seen like this before. It’s adorable” Enrique chuckled.

“It’s just hormones” Jenna lied.

“Yeah no it’s not. You know it’s okay to like her right. I mean the both of you kinda skipped a couple of steps but it’s good to backtrack” Enrique joked.

Jenna playfully punched his shoulder which made him laugh. Nancy let out a little giggle at the home. Hudson just grumbled something incoherent to himself.

“What does she look like anyway? I wanna see if your baby is going to be ugly or not” Enrique said.

Jenna rolled her eyes and grabbed her phone. She went to Instagram and went to your profile.

“This is the most recent photo” Jenna said.

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bronxshiesty no bite marks no scratches and no hickeys

“Oh my….she got a brother?” Enrique asked.

Jenna laughed, “She does actually but he lives in Barbados.”

“I always wanted to go to Barbados. When’s my vacation?” He joked.

Jenna just shook her head while laughing. She carefully took off the dress and Enrique hung it up on the mannequin.

“You know it still hasn’t fully hit me that you’re about to become an actual mother. Shit is wild” Enrique commented.

“You and me both. I downloaded this pregnancy app and currently my baby is the size of a large strawberry” Jenna smiled and placed her hand on her stomach.

“Ain’t all strawberries large though?” Nancy questioned.

“I guess not” Jenna shrugged and sat down in a chair. Her stomach growled loudly.

“Get used to that. You’re gonna wanna eat twice more than usual.” Nancy said.

A text message alert can heard throughout the room. Jenna picked up her phone.

NYC 🩵: yo u got anything else to do today?

Hollywood 🤰🏻: no I’m free for the rest of the day

Hollywood 🤰🏻: why?

NYC 🩵: I want to see you

Jenna’s heart fluttered at the message. She bit her lip and smirked.

Hollywood 🤰🏻: what are we gonna do?

Jenna watched as the text bubbles appear and then disappeared. It happened a few more times before the text bubbles stayed.

NYC 🩵: i mean…whatever you wanna do shawty. I’m down with whatever 😁

“Let me guess, it’s her” Enrique smirked and tried to peek at Jenna’s phone she turned away. “Ohh not y’all sending spicy messages”.

“We’re not sending spicy messages. She just said she wants to see me” Jenna smiled.

“See you as in watching movies or see you as in Neighbors know my name?” Enrique joked.

Suddenly, a loud slam can be heard throughout the room. Everyone looked confused at the sudden sound and disappearance of Hudson. But shrugged it off.

Hollywood 🤰🏻: I’m hungry

NYC 🩵: what u want

Hollywood 🤰🏻: seafood

NYC 🩵: u like seafood boils? I know a banging spot that I can get

Hollywood 🤰🏻: absolutely

NYC 🩵: bet 🫡

“You’re all finished for the day Jenna. Go spend it with your baby momma” Nancy said.

“Thanks guys” Jenna said and grabbed her things. She hugged Enrique and Nancy before walking to the door.

“Don’t get pregnant…oh wait” Enrique joked.

Jenna stuck up her middle finger and Enrique and Nancy’s laugh can be heard as she left the room.

🤰🏻🩵

45 minutes later, Jenna finally arrived at your apartment. She texted you that you were here. A couple of minutes later, you came down in a gray tank top, gray shorts, and your slides.

“Yo Hollywood” You greeted and helped her out of the SUV. Jenna smiled and wrapped her arms around your waist. It was unexpected but you wrapped your free arm around her back and hugged her tight.

Jenna looked up you with a certain spark in her eyes. You noticed but decided to look away from her.

“Big L, I got you a boil too. You ain’t allergic to seafood right?” You asked.

“Nah I’m not. Appreciate it though” Big L said appreciative and took the bag of food. You nodded in response.

The two of you then head into the apartment complex. You lived on the 6th floor of the building, the nicest floor out the entire building. When you applied for the place, the landlord tried to stick you in a moldy and roaches infested apartment but one of the neighbors put you on game and helped you get this one.

“Welcome to mi casa” You said as you walked into your apartment. It was two bedroom and one bathroom. Their was music softly playing throughout the apartment from your speaker on the counter.

Jenna looked around the thankfully, clean apartment.

“Not bad” Jenna playfully shrugged.

“Yeah it’s not the high rise, plants in the windows, Hollywood type of apartment but it’s something” You chuckled.

Jenna giggled and sat down at the dining table with the food.

“I didn’t get yours with sauce on it. I got it on the side, it’s a Cajun style sauce and it’s a little spicy. I looked up if pregnant woman can eat spicy stuff, they said it was safe but might cause heartburn or indigestion so I also got a lemon garlic sauce too just in case.” You ranted.

Jenna looked at you with admiration in her eyes, “Thank you. I like spicy stuff so it shouldn’t be a problem.”

You smiled and the two of you engaged in a light conversation as you ate. You took the sausages from her bag and you gave her your corn. You also helped her with cracking the crab legs open and showing her how to get the meat in one piece.

You and Jenna finish your food and clean up before sitting on the couch. You sat in the middle while she sat at the end with her back against the armrest and her feet in your lap.

“Are you wishing for a boy or girl?” Jenna asked.

“I’m wishing for a healthy baby. I genuinely don’t care if it’s a boy or girl” You shrugged.

“Good answer. I want a girl though” Jenna said.

“That’s surprising. Most mothers want boys” You said.

“Girls are more fun in my opinion. But either way I’m going to love our child regardless of gender” Jenna stated.

She then sat up, scooted closer, and looked at the number tattoo on your wrist. “What’s this mean?”

“It’s my angel number. 555. It’s means change. Changes are coming and that I shouldn’t be worry or scared just have trust in the process” You explained.

“What about this one?” Jenna said as she pointed to another tattoo. This one was a small writing.

“Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes. It was my second ever tattoo. Believe it or not I was a shy kid before my junior year. I used to let people walk over me and bully me and take me for advantage. That was until the last day of sophomore year, I was on the yearbook committee and I had a really good idea but I was too scared and one of the other students stole it and took credit for it. My yearbook teacher pulled me aside one day and told me she knew I was the one that came with the idea. She told me, “you’re never going to get what you want if you never speak up. Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes because you never know who could be listening”. It’s a quote that stuck with me ever since” You explained.

“You had a great teacher” Jenna commented.

“Yeah, she reached out to me a couple of months ago and told me she loved my videos. It was wholesome” You smiled. Your hand start to rub her thigh unconsciously. “What about you? You got any ink?” You asked.

“Nope. I want one though. Maybe for my first one I’ll get our baby’s name behind my ear” Jenna answered. You nodded in response and continued rubbing her thigh. Your eyes kept looking down to her soft lips.

You wanted to feel them on yours, it’s been a minute since you felt any intimacy. You were longing for her soft touch.

Jenna’s eyes traveled down to your hand. She was starting to grow hot. Her hormones making it very difficult to keep in check.

“Jah?” Jenna called out.

“Hmm?” You hummed in response.

“Kiss me” Jenna demanded softly.

You leaned in and connected your lips to hers. Jenna immediately deepened the kiss as soon as she could. She climbed into your lap and her hands were placed on your cheeks. You placed your hands on hips. The kiss was starting to get sloppy and eager.

Jenna pulled away and took off her top leaving her in her navy blue bra. Her lips then latched onto your neck.

“You know…we should…talk about our relationship” You struggled to get out due to the pleasure.

Jenna placed butterfly kisses on your neck until her lips found your pulse. She then began to suck on the area. Your hands gripped her waist tighter and a small hiss escaped your lips. She smirked against you, happy that she found your sweet spot. She continued sucking until she felt satisfied with the hickey she left on your skin.

Your lips connect once more, your tongues clash and you slide your right hand up her back. Your fingers find her bra strap and with one hand you undo it. You help her pull it off your body. This time your lips leaves hers and attach them to her sweet spot. A sigh of pleasure leaves her lips and her hand gets tangled in your hair.

Your left hand grabs onto her slightly larger breast and begins to massage them.

Thank god for this pregnancy.

Your fingers rolling and pleasurably tugging at her hardened nub. The hand in your hair start to scratch at your scalp which felt really good. You take your attention away from her hickey littered neck.

Yikes, her make up person is going to have a field day with that.

Your lips clamp around her nub. Your tongue swipe over it a few times before sucking on it.

“Oh my god” Jenna moaned softly.

You let your teeth graze over it just a tad bit before switching your attention to the other breast. While you were giving her breasts attention, Jenna slipped down a little to sit on your knees before her hand found it’s way into your sweatpants. Her warm hand quickly found their prize. The long and girthy beast that was growing in your pants.

You pull away from her breasts and look into her lust filled eyes. You lifted your hips and pushed your sweatpants along with your underwear off your hips. Jenna got up from your legs and pushed the rest of it off your legs. She got on her knees in front of you.

Her small hand wrapped around your third leg. It jerked in her hand at her touch which she smirked at. She placed small kisses up and down your shaft until she got to the tip. Her tongue circled around it, her eyes never leaving yours. You lick your lips as she takes you into her mouth.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Your head fell back against the cushions and your right hand tangle themselves in her hair.

One hand at the base of your shaft and the other rested on your thigh. Jenna started to bob her head up and down. Her muffled moans sending vibrations against your member which made you hiss.

“Damn girl” You hissed and licked your lips. You pushed her head down farther. You were deep in her throat, tears were pooling in her eyes. Jenna then took you fully in her mouth, her nose was touching your pelvic area. Your eyes slightly widened, you can feel her uvula grazing across you. She stayed there for a second, flexing her throat until it got hard to breathe and she pulled you out of her mouth. Her hand continuing to pump your length.

Once she got her breath back, she swallowed you while again. You grabbed a fistful of her hair and helped her bob her head up and down at a fast pace.

You were close, the knot in your stomach started to tighten.

“Fuck Jenna” You moaned.

Her nails dug into your thigh, enjoying the way your tip abused the back of her throat. You start to pant as you got closer and closer. Before you knew it, you halted her head before you felt your length twitch as it emptied into her mouth.

You relaxed into the couch, sweat glistening on your face. Jenna milked you for every last drop before she pulled you out of her mouth. She showed you the thick substance in her mouth before closing it and swallowing.

“Me gusta esa mierda extraña (I like that freaky shit)” You spoke.

“You know even though it’s sexy. It’s not fair when you speak Spanish knowing I have no clue what you’re saying” Jenna pouted.

“Chupa para chuparte fraude (Sucks to suck you fraud)” You shrugged with a chuckle.

Jenna sucks her teeth before standing up. She goes to walk away but you grab her hand.

“I’m joking. I’ll teach you Spanish if you want me too” You said. She stood in front of you. You pulled her down and interlocked your lips again. This kiss you guys took it slow, building the mood again, even though it technically never left. You pulled her pants down her legs until she kicked them off somewhere.

You stood up and hoisted Jenna up. She wrapped her legs around your waist. You walked until her back made contact with the wall in your bedroom. Your fingers pulled her underwear to the side and you ran your middle finger through her folds.

Damn, she was mad wet. She got that WAP.

Your middle finger massaged her clit. A whine left her lips as you flicked her clit and her hand gripped the back of your neck.

“Jah…” She moaned.

Unbeknownst to you, she was close to the edge. Usually, she lasts a lot longer than this. You barely touched her and she was already close to the edge. This pregnancy was making everything heightened.

You pull her from the wall and lay her on the bed. You were on your knees to the side of you, you took her underwear off before you slipped your middle and ring finger inside her.

“Fuck!” Jenna gasped.

Your long fingers worked their magic, quickly finding the rough spongy spot inside her. A loud moan ripped through her as she arched her back. Her hands gripping the bed sheets tightly.

“I’m…about to cu-” Jenna choked on her words as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. She stilled with her back arched to sky and eyes squeezed shut. There was a pool under her and your hand was soaked to the max.

You were slightly surprised at how fast she came. You didn’t complain though.

“Holy shit, that was intense” Jenna swallowed harshly. She relaxed her body on your bed, her chest was still rising and falling rapidly.

“I’m good at what I do” You smirked.

Exhaustion creeped in and Jenna struggled to keep her eyes open.

“No way I just fingered you to sleep” You laughed.

“Shut up” Jenna mumbled sleepily.

You chuckled as you grabbed some boxers from your drawer and pulled them on. You grab an old T-shirt from your drawer.

“Here put this on” You said and handed her the T-shirt. Jenna lazily put it on while you changed the blanket on your bed. Jenna crawled into your soft queen sized bed and curled up in your blanket.

You locked up your place and put the blanket and her clothes in the wash. Before going back to your room to see Jenna fast asleep. You climbed in the bed and stared up at the ceiling. As soon as you closed your eyes, you felt Jenna scoot closer to you. You turned your head towards her to see her grabbing your hand. You placed your hand in hers and she placed it on her stomach. You turned your body to her, spooning her. She relaxed into your hold and fell back asleep. You soon followed with a big smile on your face.

🤰🏻🩵

It was the next morning, you and Jenna were currently at the obstetrician's office waiting for the doctor to return to do the physical exam. The two of you got to know Dr. Nightngale better and vice versa. Her daughter was a fan of Jenna's which didn't bother or surprise the girl.

When it came down to asking questions about the other parent, Dr. Nightingale was stunned to learn that you were. Questions were thrown at you, which didn't bother you. You were used to people asking questions about being intersex. You were asked questions about it from the minute you could speak full sentences.

When you were younger, you used to go into full details but they got boring real quick. So you opted to tell people a quick summary. Which was 'I was an experiment from Area 51. My father was a spy that fell in love with an alien'. Most people didn't find it funny.

“What to expect when expecting?” You read aloud. It was a pamphlet that you picked up from the front desk. All morning you were reading up on anything related to pregnancy. You wanted to at least have a little bit of knowledge of what’s happening. Plus, it was kinda interesting learning about everything.

“Holy shit” You gasped as you were instantly hit with the sight of a stretched-out vagina…not the kind of stretched you want.

You look at the pamphlet with a disgusted look and then over to Jenna. The girl looking at you with an amused expression.

“I’m so sorry” You apologize to the girl.

A knock on the door was heard and Dr. Nightingale came in.

“Alright, Ms. Ortega and Ms. Jimenez are you guys ready to see your little bundle of joy," Dr. Nightingale asked.

Jenna was laid back in the exam chair with a sheet covering her breasts. Her slightly protruding belly was out in the open. You got up to stand next Jenna and also see the screen. You felt a shaking hand grab yours.

"You okay?" You asked the shaking girl.

"I'm nervous. I'm finally realizing how real this is" Jenna gulped.

"It's normal to be nervous. But I'm right here." You reassured the girl. She gave you a smile and a quick squeeze of your hand. Dr. Nightingale smiled at the interaction between the two of you. She put the gel on the medical instrument.

"Okay, this is going to be cold." Dr. Nightingale warned. She put the instrument on Jenna's belly, who flinched slightly at the sudden coldness of the gel. She moved the instrument around a little before a little body appears on the screen. The room was then filled with a rhythmic thumping.

"Oh my god" Jenna gasped at the screen. Her eyes started to fill up with tears at the sight. You, on the other hand, couldn't stop looking at the screen. You had a huge smile on your face.

"Your baby has a strong heartbeat. You are about 11 weeks pregnant. 2 months almost 3 if you like to go by months. Judging by the date of conception, you are due to give birth on November 28. But there's also a possibility that you could give birth in December" Dr. Nightingale said. She starts to take pictures of the baby.

“A Sagittarius baby…oh lord” Jenna joked.

“Better than a Scorpio” You shrugged.

Dr. Nightingale continued the exam. Everything coming up clear for both the baby and Jenna which you were happy about.

“When are we able to know the gender?” Jenna asked.

“By 14 weeks but I like to do it around 19-20 week mark so it can be accurate” Dr. Nightingale asked.

“What about sex?” You impulsively asked.

“Jah” Jenna sighed and rolled her eyes.

“What? It’s a smart question to ask” You defended.

Dr. Nightingale laughed, “One of the most common questions we get. Sex is completely fine to continue doing. It’s actually beneficial, it can ease discomfort or pain, great for physical health, and a good partner bonding experience. But I would highly recommend still using condoms because STI/STDs are still a thing.”

You smirked and nodded at the response. Jenna just smack your arm as she rolled her eyes.

“Any more questions?” Dr. Nightingale asked.

The both of you shook your heads no.

“Okay, well that is it for today. I’ll see you guys next month. Congratulations to you both” The older woman smiled and left the room. You helped Jenna wipe the gel off her stomach and she puts her shirt back on.

“You know…last night I said something to you. We were kind of busy so I don’t know if you heard me” You said.

“What did you say?” Jenna asked.

“I said we should talk about this. You know…us” You gestured to the two of you.

“What’s there to talk about? We’re just two people who had sex and are now having a baby together.” Jenna shrugged.

You furrowed your face, “Is that how you see us? Just two people having a baby?”

“Not just two complete strangers. Like friends” Jenna said. She watched you as you stared at her with no emotion on your face.

“Friends” You muttered and nodded.

Not gonna lie, the statement hurt you. You didn’t want to be just friends with her. You wanted to be more. You liked her and you thought she liked you too but you guess wrong. You respected her decision though despite the mental pain it brought you.

Just friends…

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mouschiwrites · 4 months

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Potential series(?)

Scott Pilgrim - Dating Gideon Graves Headcanons

He wasted no time in asking you out

He first saw you at a massive party; in the ocean of people dancing and chatting, for some reason you just caught his eye

He found out who you were via Julie, who knows everyone ofc

He approached you with full confidence and asked you out flatly

He had a really messed up backup plan if you said no, but thankfully you said yes

The first date (and many dates after that) took place at a five-star restaurant, followed up with a movie in a private theater

He refuses to let you drive anywhere by yourself; he hires a private chauffeur just for you

He doesn’t like you working (unless you can work from home), one: because he wants you to be available for him 24/7, and two: because he wants to be the provider in the relationship

He really likes wearing the pants in the relationship

You’ll have to fight for it if you want dominance in any given situation

His love languages are showering you with expensive gifts and doing bougie stuff with you

Fancy restaurants, trying on everything in the Gucci store, helicopter flights, buying gold like it’s gas station gum…

And high society parties, naturally

He loves dressing you up all nice and showing you off to his billionaire friends

He also loves talking trash with you about said billionaire friends as soon as they walk away

He’s toxic like that,,

You guys don’t really do too much “normal” couple stuff

He doesn’t like holding hands or being all domestic

He prefers your ridiculously expensive (and hence abnormal) life as the 1%

He does like smooches though

His favorite place to kiss you is your lips, but he also might kiss your forehead/hair if he’s trying to avoid messing up your makeup

He takes you everywhere with him, so you’ll get to travel a lot (and spend hours in boring meetings…)

It’s not often that you guys end up asleep in the same bed at the same time, but if you are he’ll absolutely cuddle with you

He also likes to cuddle when alone on long flights or when watching anime together

He’s the big spoon—he’s not going to argue about it

Nicknames for you include “doll,” “babe,” “sugarplum,” “sweetheart,” and “princess”

He likes to be called by his first name, “my prince/king,” or “big man”

All in all it’s not the most affectionate or emotional relationship, but if Gideon likes you then he REALLY likes you and he’s not going to give you up anytime soon

Take that as a blessing and a curse…

You may or may not end up being cryogenically frozen

Thank you so much for reading!! I might make this a series if y’all are interested (maybe for characters outside Scott Pilgrim too)!

Take care lovelies!! <33

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 7 months

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It's Magic ✨🍁

Slightly Spooky, cute lil story about Eddie and the new witch in town ✨🍁🎃

Warnings: Eddie Munson x witch reader, soulmate bond. Cute and fluffy.

🖤🍁

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work.

There was something weird happening in Hawkins and it wasn't the usual Upside Down related weird that usually happened.

Eddie could just sense it, some spooky shit was going down and he was here for it.

He had watched enough horror movies in his life to prepare for whatever potential shit was going to happen.

It occurred to him he was maybe being a tad dramatic, there was a definite change in the air but it didn't feel like anything to worry about.

Eddie never thought he would say this after helping Dustin, his friends and the super powered kid El defeat Vecna and close the Upside Down for good, but he was bored.

Hawkins was back to its pre Upside Down level of dull and while he was grateful he was still alive and kicking and the end of the world hadn't happened, he wanted a teeny bit of excitement.

Which is why he was convincing himself that the things happening were something to be investigated.

Mostly the spooky shit had been happening to him. Weird dreams, a sense that he was waiting for something or someone.

There was also the cute but pesky little black cat that had took up residence in his room.

It was kinda nice to have something happen even if it was vivid dreams and cute felines.

Which is why he was at your place, you were the new girl in town and everyone from Steve to Dustin to Gareth was intrigued by you.

There was something about you... Something that Eddie couldn't place, something different but he was sure you were why he was feeling like everything was different.

Not that he had officially met you yet but for some reason you were in his dreams a lot. They were weird and wonderful but still unexpected.

Eddie didn't know why he was dreaming of you, shit you were pratically a stranger to him but you appeared in his dreams and there was this sense that deep down he had known you all his life.

It was witchcraft or something. That much he knew. Something was afoot and Eddie wanted to find out what.

He had tried telling Dustin his thoughts about you but the little shrimp thought you hung the moon so it was no use.

Eddie didn't know what he expected to find when he arrived at your house, except for the fact it was decorated to the nines for Halloween, there was nothing strange about it.

In fact, Eddie admired how realistic some of the decorations looked and got distracted by the cats that were hanging around in your back yard.

He was just about to leave when he noticed sparkles of light in the air, at first he assumed they were fireflies but as he got closer he realised they were something else, balls of light shaped like orbs.

If he didn't know any better he would say there was something magical about the glowing sparkling orbs.

He was about to dismiss the fact that magic wasn't real but after all the shit he had seen it was enough for him not to rule out the thought entirely, enough for him to follow the lights that seemed to be beckoning him.

A small part of his mind wondered if this was the part in the horror films where he should run but he had a feeling that he wasn't in any danger.

That's when he saw you. The glowing lights circled around you and then disappeared with a flick of your hand.

What the fuck?

He stared at the spot where they had vanished and then at you.

Fuck, no wonder Steve was smitten. You were beautiful. He gawks at you for a second before feeling like an idiot.

"Uh hey" he attempts to appear cool and composed, determined not to turn into an awkward babbling idiot but you were just so pretty.

Eddie wasn't a smooth lothario by any means but he could be confident, flirty, strut around and make pretty girls laugh when he wanted to.

However, you had made him clam up, shyness wasn't really something he struggled with. Until he saw you.

"Eddie Munson, you should try being more sneaky if you're going to attempt to spy on a lady" You tease and he gulps.

"I wasn't... Shit, I was just... Uh I got curious about you and just wanted to figure you out. There's something about you sweetheart"

A soft smile touches your lips and you approach him. He feels a little nervous, enchanted by your sweet smile and kind eyes.

"Something spooky yet intriguing? Dustin let slip" far from being offended you look amused but Eddie curses.

"Little butthead" You giggle and it takes a second for him to notice that the lights are back again, swirling around you and him.

"Uh, cool tricks" he grins and you grin at him as the whole backyard begins to glow even brighter, like fairylights all aglow.

"Oh, it's no trick handsome" You click your fingers and the lights disappear once more.

Eddie blinks rapidly, he can't ignore what's in front of him again.

"You're a witch"

"A badass one at that" the smile slips from your face and for a second you look sad.

"Do you mind keeping this a secret? Small town and all, anyone figures out that I'm a witch then either I'm suddenly their best friend or their enemy. Depends what use I am to them"

Eddie's heart aches for you and he nods. He won't tell a soul.

"I just want to be at peace here with my family, my coven. Make a home" he touched your hand, stunned at the sparks he feels when his hand touches yours.

The softness of your skin, those pretty eyes are enough for him to fall even more under your spell. Figuratively of course.

"I won't tell anyone sweetheart, I just don't understand why you told me" you peer at him your expression shy.

"You're in my dreams Eddie Munson and I bet I'm in yours too. I feel like I've known you all my life. I can trust you" his heart skips a beat as you kiss his cheek.

"Can I see you again?" he blurts out and that sweet smile is back on your lips.

"Absolutely, but you're not done seeing me now Mr Munson" you take his hand and he follows you, his heart stolen by you already.

There's a little chirp of a meow and the black cat that's been hanging around his trailer slinks between his legs and yours purring happily.

"Hey, that's the cat that's been following me around " he blushes as you grin.

"Do you like him? I know he's been hanging around you. He's my familiar and was curious about you. His name is Ozzy"

"Ozzy like Ozzy Osborne?" you nod and Eddie is pretty sure he's in love with you already.

His little witch.

♥

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x witch!reader

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pumpkin-spice-whump · 27 days

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Okay I got a little more confident. Here's the first chapter.

This is a while after Jack had first been kidnapped and sold. This is the first chapter of the book, the other one was a flashback. (Sorry that's confusing. It'll make more sense with the whole thing)

Jack bangs his head against the wall. 106. He lazily lifts his neck and drops it again. 107. He decided he was on his way to beat his all time high of 318 a while ago. He only stopped then because he blacked out for a second, and he figured that repeatedly smashing his head into the wall wasn’t the smartest.

Except who the hell cares what the smartest thing to do is when you’re bored out of your mind.

108.

Not ‘oh there’s nothing on TV’ bored. Bored like Jack only has eight books in his cell anyway, and never mind the fact that he’s already read them all so much he’s got them memorized, but also the light has been flickering and if it goes out then he’ll be in darkness for months on end so he might as well just sit in darkness now by choice. So that’s what Jack did. He took a nap. Again. And then sat in darkness and banged the back of his head against the wall because that was better than letting his mind wander.

109.

Jack can never let his mind wander. When it does he always ends up sobbing so hard he throws up, or plots how he can potentially end his own life.

110.

If he lets his mind wander he might think of his mom. He might think that she’s forty eight now, and he missed another Christmas with her. He’ll think about how terrified he was when he was grabbed and thrown into a van. How he never even thought about that happening to him and so he had no idea what to do except lash out and kick his attacker.

He’s still got the scar on the side of his head from the man’s rings.

111.

Jack will think about the times he’s tried to keep track of the days on the wall next to his bed, but he just gave up when he stopped being aware of when was day and when was night. He had a little breakdown that day, when he realized that he’d been there so long he didn’t know exactly how long anymore.

112.

He’ll think about the fingers he lost for trying to run. The way he limps every time he walks and keels over every time he breaths. He’ll think about the part of his ear that--

113. 114. 115. 116.

Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up!

Jack had a TV once. One of those big box TVs with the VHS player attached that he hadn’t seen since he was in elementary school. He played the few tapes he had basically 24/7. They weren’t good movies, he saw Joe Dirt so many times he dreamt about him, but it was something. Human voices to occupy his time. Voices besides his painful memories and… Mr. Reeder.

117.

Mr. Reeder isn’t the man who first took Jack. Once, in a bout of quiet contemplation much like this one, Jack let himself realize that he was in fact a victim of human trafficking. In his mind, trafficking was only for sex slavery or organ harvesting. But he was kidnapped, and then sold. For money. It’s not like he’s got Google on hand, but Jack’s pretty sure that’s the definition.

118.

No, Jack’s actually got no idea who first threw him in the car. He was walking home from a friend’s house. Not even a friend, just someone to hang out with so he wouldn’t be bored.

Man, 15 year old Jack had no idea what boredom was.

It was dark. He had headphones in playing music. He was alone. He was an idiot.

He never heard the car pull up beside him. Someone grabbed his shoulder and he turned around to ask them what the hell, but by the time he understood what was going on he was already in the man’s arms, hand over his mouth and phone tossed to the street. Jack had kicked out, managing to kick his attacker in the shin, but it didn’t stop him. He was thrown into the trunk of the car, and before he could even catch his breath to call for help, he was knocked out.

The whole ordeal probably didn’t take more than two minutes, if that. No time for anyone to hear a scuffle and come looking.

Jack woke up later to his arms and legs tied up, duct tape around his head, and the feeling of blood on his face.

119.

He doesn’t like to think about the early days. The constant fear and exhaustion that took hold of him. That still does if he’s being honest. He likes to think he’s more resigned now. Apathetic, if you will.

It makes stomaching his own existence a little easier.

120.

He lifts his head off the wall once again, but pauses before he can get to 121. Jack is a very very good listener, out of necessity. So despite being a floor down and many walls away, he can always hear Mr. Reeder’s car pulling into the driveway. No matter how many times he heard it, Jack can never stop the way his body tenses, the way his heart rate picks up. He swallows and stares up at the ceiling, waiting for more.

It’s been a few days. Mr. Reeder would leave to go to work every day, and sometimes he’d go somewhere for a night or two. But this has been the longest ever. Jack had woken up and went to sleep eight different times (half were naps, he knew, but even still it was at least four days.) He’s running out of food. Even if he didn’t see Mr. Reeder every day, he at least knew he was home.

Sickening that this is his home.

The door upstairs slams and Jack can’t repress a flinch. He stares up into the darkness, eyes following the sound of heavy footsteps across the floor. The footsteps stop. Jack holds his breath to listen, the only unwelcome sound that of his own heavy heart.

A slamming door is not good. Stomping across the living room is not good. What kind of mood is he going to be in?

Jack gasps and flinches at the sound of Mr. Reeder yelling, a wordless, angry shout, and then something crashes to the ground above him. Another shout and crash. Another. And another.

Mr. Reeder’s throwing things. So it’s safe to say he’s in, what Jack would call, a not good mood.

He tries his best to tune out the sounds above and focus on himself. He needs to calm down before Mr. Reeder gets here, or it’s going to be worse. Freaking out beforehand helps no one, and he ends up being in pain anyway so, you know. What’s the point. Jack closes his eyes (he can’t see anyway) and takes long, deep breaths in through his nose, and out through his mouth. His ribs flare painfully with each inhale, but Jack welcomes it. It grounds him. Lets him know he still exists, in this painful body and dark basement. He still exists.

Unfortunately.

Jack makes himself keep breathing as the footsteps get closer and closer, making their way down the stairs and stopping just outside his door.

It never gets easier. The suspense of waiting for his captor, it just never does. Even if his mind knows it’s going to be the same old same old, his body was terrified. It was tired of being hurt, of being hungry, of being tired and bored.

Sometimes he’s so bored he’s actually excited, not nervous, when Mr. Reeder comes. Oddly enough, this was not one of those times.

The keys jingle. A lock clicks. And Mr. Reeder pushes open the door.

Jack squints against the light from the basement filtering in from the cracked door. He lets out his last inhale and stares down at the heavy boots in front of him. They weren’t originally that dark of brown, but … you know. Blood.

Mr. Reeder just stands there for a moment, staring at his captive. He’s silhouetted against the light so Jack can’t see his expression. Jack waits for him to say something, anything. He doesn’t.

Jack clears his throat. “H-hi Mr. Reeder.”

“Shut the hell up.”

Jack nods, looking at the ground, heart pounding in his ears.

Mr. Reeder’s hand shoots out suddenly, gripping Jack by the hair and hauling him up out of his room. Jack hisses in pain, hands clawing at the fist tangled in his hair. If it was up to him, he would’ve shaved his head ages ago. But Mr. Reeder would never give him a razor.

Jack kicks at the ground, trying his best to get his feet under himself enough to relieve the pressure on his head. His bad leg howls in protest at the sudden actions, but he does his best to push through. As he begins to be dragged up the stairs, Jack grits his teeth to stop from crying out, knee painfully banging against each. Individual. Step.

Each step, Jack is able to brace the pain a little more and become more aware of what exactly was happening.

He is going upstairs. He hasn’t been upstairs since he first got here. The current circumstances are much different than those last time, so why the hell is Mr. Reeder bringing him upstairs?

He begins to fight.

Jack has been doing this a long time. Longer than he actually knows, but he’s positive it’s years. He’s an adult probably old enough to drink. That’s a long time to become a professional at getting your butt kicked. And being a professional victim, Jack knows that the less you struggle, the easier it is. Easier to deal with the pain, faster to get it over with, and easier to stomach your own cowardice… Or resourcefulness. He’s a survivor, that much he knows.

So he only fights back when he’s really scared.

And he has reason to be. When Jack was just a brand new greenie kidnappee, demanding to be let back upstairs, Mr. Reeder had leaned down, close to his face, so close that Jack had to lean away from the smell of the peppermint gum he was chewing.

“The only way you are ever going back up those stairs,” he said lowly, coldly, “is if I want to see your brains on the wall in natural lighting.”

It was the first time that Jack had thought I might not make it out of here alive. It took him a much longer time to accept it.

Apparently he hasn’t accepted it at all, Jack thinks as he wrenches his head out of Mr. Reeder’s grasp and dives to crawl away from him. It was never going to work but he needs to try.

Jack Thatcher was NOT taken away from his mother for years just to be shot in the head by some isolated lunatic. At least, he wasn’t going to without a fight.

Mr. Reeder grabs him easily, yanking him back by his bag leg, stretching it out. Jack can feel poorly healed bones in his knee scraping together, pinching the long disused muscles around them. He let out a shout before Mr. Reeder pulls him by his waist instead, hauling him into a room and slamming the door shut and sitting in front of it, trapping Jack inside.

With nowhere else to go, Jack pushes himself into the corner farthest from his captor, arms protectively shielding his right knee. His chest heaves and he can feel the stupid tightness starting in his throat that happens before he cries. He hates crying in front of Mr. Reeder, but it is continuously unavoidable.

Mr. Reeder sits in front of the door, catching his breath as well. He runs a hand through greasy hair, staring at the ceiling. He sighs heavily, like his life is the one here not worth living.

Tragic.

With his captor temporarily distracted, Jack takes stock of his surroundings. A mattress with no sheets is pushed against the corner opposite himself, some dirty clothes thrown at it’s end. A cracked mirror is attached to a dresser, dust slightly distorting the image of the ceiling. Behind Jack is a window half boarded up, letting a sliver of light into the room, washing over his captor. It looks like it’s golden hour outside.

Jack’s struck with the thought that this is the first time he’s seen the sun since he went down those stairs. Really, since he was thrown into that car as a teenager. He always had a blindfold on, or he was transported at night. The most fundamental, most simple and base thing a human has access to, Jack hasn’t for years. Still just out of reach.

His attention is brought back to Mr. Reeder when he sighs again. He warily looks up at Jack. “You’re lucky you know.” Jack doesn’t move. He’s heard the ‘you should be glad I’m not worse’ speech before. “You have no idea what you’ve missed. No idea… what you’ve been spared. What I’ve spared you from.”

Jack only watches apprehensively. His body is tight, poised like he’s ready to try to run again. Where, with Mr. Reeder blocking the door? That’s for future Jack to find out.

“I didn’t mean to spare you from it,” he goes on. “Heaven knows that wasn’t my intention. I think you could have benefited from being in the middle of it all.” He chuckles and Jack shrinks away even more. “Oh the look on your face would’ve been everything… Oh well. It’s just about over anyway.”

It’s nonsense. Utter nonsense. Mr. Reeder is certifiably insane, no doubt about it. He’s gone on long manic monologues before, Jack’s heard about everything.

He’s never seen Mr. Reeder pull a gun from his waistband though.

He can’t help the sharp intake of breath, the sudden urge to run! Run now! Go! He’s got no idea what to do with it so he just stands up, so quickly it doesn’t even hurt, and backs even further into the corner. Mr. Reeder always threatened that he had a gun but Jack had never had proof until right now.

Mr. Reeder looks at him from under his brows. “Sit down Jack.”

All he can do is shake his head, breaths coming out fast and shallow. The floor is liquid beneath his feet, making his body shake where it stands.

The gun clicks and points right at Jack. “Sit. Down.”

He slides down the wall, hands up. His throat bobs with a swallow, just to do something with his mouth other than sob. Tears fall steadily down his cheeks and his lower lip trembles.

Mr. Reeder, satisfied with Jack’s cooperation, relaxes his grip on the gun, hefting it like he’s simply judging the weight.

“There wasn’t much time,” he says. Jack shifts his focus from the gun to his captor, staring with wide eyes and frayed nerves. “I was trying to think about what to do with you but… I mean there just wasn’t much. I’m not sure I would’ve done anything even if there was. You’ve said it yourself Jack, who wants to die alone?”

His eyes meet Jack’s for the first time and Jack can see… tears. Welling in them. It only terrifies him more. “Mr. Reeder…”

“Shh. Shh sh sh.” He shakes his head, working his jaw. “Do you believe in God, Jack?”

Jack swallows. “I don’t know,” he whispers, voice catching on the words. “I used to.”

“What about heaven and hell? Think those exist?”

Jack can feel the panic claw up his throat, making him want to sob and scream. “I hope so.”

“Hmm… I wonder if hell will be any worse than earth.”

This is it then, Jack thinks. He’s going to take us both out, as a sick end to his sick life. He’s bored of me and now it’s over, it’s all over.

“Mr. Reeder please,” Jack begs, tears blurring him, “please don’t. Don’t do it.”

He furrows his brows, and looks down at the gun. He shakes his head. “See you in hell, Jack.”

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prettyrealm · 30 days

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taylor swift & travis kelce dynamic reading

this reading is a paid commision, thank you so much for trusting in me! <3 celebrity commissions • personal commissions

overall:

honestly, this dynamic is giving PR-adjacent, it doesn’t feel like it’s technically solely PR but that at the same time, the media and their reputations are basically the sole reason for being together (and they likely do a lot of things for the media too, maybe even calling the paparazzi on themselves and stuff similar to that). both of them (taylor especially) entered this relationship with the media and optics in mind. taylor felt she needed an image boost (almost in a desperate way, she really wanted people to see the good in her and liked this opportunity). taylor and travis are not happy together at all. they take this “relationship” day by day and it feels painful, not painful as in gaslighting or infidelity, but painful as in the feeling you get when you wake up in the morning and you know you have to clock into your terrible job in less than an hour and you don’t know how many more weeks you can realistically handle it. they’re both just waiting for this to be over but for some reason don’t think they can leave yet. they feel drained and both feel they could be doing better things with their time. at first, they thought this would be easy but now they’re just terribly bored. they have nothing to talk about or (anything fun) to do together, they have zero of the same interests and find it hard to even hold basic conversations with the other person. not only do they not have anything to talk about, they can actually leave the conversations they do have feeling pretty bad at times, travis has a way of accidentally triggering taylor (and he may even tease her at times which she doesn’t appreciate, though she also seems to not say anything about it either). she has a long term plan with this relationship though, so she’s okay with dealing with temporary discomfort if it’ll make her future brighter. while they both entered this relationship with image in mind, taylor was more calculated about it and travis saw more actual potential in it (and still sometimes thinks so), when it ends it’s likely that taylor won’t be hurt at all, but travis may feel a bit slighted. zero romantic feelings here. they are definitely not each others soulmate, that’s for sure.

how travis kelce sees taylor swift:

travis sees taylor as the greatest pop star in the world right now, and he has a hard time seeing past her image (blonde all american girl, songwriter that writes about her exes) and viewing her as an actual person. i think he only ever really sees two sides of her, pop-star taylor and business woman taylor. so when he isn’t stuck on her image, he just sees a strong, powerful (but bossy) woman (who’s friendly enough and good at networking). he thinks she’s a true business woman and really gets to see the extent of how business-oriented and career driven she is behind the scenes (he can tell she has a lot of knowledge here and knows what she’s doing). travis definitely wants the relationship to keep going more than she does because he knows she’s the most famous and powerful person out right now (he sees how much money her name moves), he likes being tied to someone so famous.

how taylor swift sees travis kelce:

taylor sees as on the same page as her when it comes to their overall goals (for ex. it’s not like she calls the paparazzi on them unbeknownst to him, he knows exactly what’s going on). overall however, she thinks he’s super stupid. she’s had problems explaining things to him because he just doesn’t understand it and she doesn’t get why. she thinks he’s super immature and literally acts like a teenage boy, which is super unattractive to her - this is not her type of guy at all. she thinks he’s weird and the things he thinks are funny are bizarre and strange to her (it’s like someone belly laughing at a comedy movie you think is extremely corny and bad). she’s shocked that someone can even be this way, he leaves her baffled often. she also worries about him saying the wrong thing to other people in case it reflects badly on her (since she thinks he isn’t a smart or tactful speaker). she’s often shocked at how relationship-y and coupley he tries to act with her at times and she thinks it really crosses the line (for ex. if they do call the paparazzi on themselves he might really play up the affection or something and she’s like, “ok you know you don’t need to be doing that much”). but this can also even happen behind the scenes, which confuses taylor even more, for ex. say they’re at an event and she’s talking to another guy, later he’ll be like, “so who was that guy?” and she’s like “??? why are you even asking me that when you know what this is? are you really trying to act jealous right now?”. he frustrates her often.

#tarot #celebrity tarot reading #celebrity tarot #piano tarot #dynamic reading #taylor swift tarot #taylor swift #travis kelce #commission

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Aslo I’m not sure if ur caught on the manga for my hero like the war arc mostly but I was wondering if request based of the manga base on chapters 286 -365 like you know how bakugou is currently severely injured in manga instead of bakugou almost dying it’s the reader who takes all the hits for him when fighting shigaraki aslo can reader quirk can be scarlet witch type where she using her full potential of her quirk which is slowy corrupting her via dark hold idk I wanted to incorporate mix between multiverse flim and the manga I hope this it ok aslo can add bit of angst and fluff in end I hope this is ok

My Dream

Love wasn't part of the agenda, win the Sports Festival, intern with the top heroes, then graduate and become Number One. Though those dreams don't always stay the same.

Words: 15.6K

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Warnings: Angst, violence, blood, death, hospitals, some fluff in the middle, pretty op reader, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH MHA CHAPTERS 286-365

A/N: Omg this was so much fun to write! Originally it was going to be much shorter but it became so addicting to keep writing and building more I hope you enjoy 💙

Love wasn't a part of Bakugo’s schedule if he was going to become the Number 1 Hero. Not if…when. He was in U.A., he had a strong quirk, good grades, he was interning at the current Number 1’s Agency, and he even won the damn Sports Festival! His dream was forming with each step. Everything set perfectly in front of him ready for him the second he graduates and starts his agency…

But then you showed up.

The biggest wrench in his plans and that stupid Deku had gotten a quirk and got himself in the same damn school as him. But you were worse than him. Getting in through recommendation unlike him, your grades rivaled his sometimes beating him which made his blood boil, your quirk was stupid either you were a damn witch. Your quirk was witchcraft, Chaos Magic to be specific like in those dumb horror movies with the spell books and all. Apparently, your family was well known for their quirk and some heirloom that is passed through their family. You were a thorn in his side when he first met you. He was supposed to be the best in this class and U.A. as a whole but here was this girl just appearing and taking all the glory and it pissed him off.

He didn’t understand what made people like you, you were boring as hell and a pretentious dumbass. Just because you had some special family name that made you better than him? Give him a chance to really show you the full power of his quirk and you would be groveling at his feet. And he had tried…picked a fight with you during training ready to prove to every one of those extras and to you that he was the best.

Your class had never seen Bakugo lose at all. He bolted right at you ready to send the largest explosion to knock you flat on your ass but in seconds he had the wind knocked out of him and bounded by your magic and you had only moved your hands. He had never felt rage at that moment screaming insults at you explosions coming from his hands trying to break through the bidding but nothing happened. Your classmates watched in shock as you just look at him in almost confusion and Bakugo only saw disgust and cockiness in your eyes before you dropped your hands and walked away to the locker rooms.

At that moment Bakugo promised himself he would destroy you. He despised you, who did you think you were?! You were the obstacle blocking him from his goal his dream of being Number One. So any moment there was a ranking or a test or some sort of activity that had a winner he would put his all into beating you. Not that you noticed him going out of his way to prove he was better than you. You had your own problems to deal with. Your family was a well know one almost at the same level as Todoroki and Yaoyorozu may be higher but you didn’t know. Like that level important.

Your family from as far back as time could history could recount had an impact on the world. Your original ancestors were from a town in America called Salem and were witches. Well now it would have just seemed like quirk users but to a time when quirks didn’t exist they were seemed as demons or witches and were persecuted for it. The first true member of your family’s bloodline was a woman name Wanda Maximoff, created from great magic that could exceed many quirks today even top heroes like All Might. Surviving the persecution of her sisters in Salem she went into hiding, finding love in a man called Vision someone who had a quirk, and had children until her children began to show signs of having powers as well. In fear of her family being harmed like her old sisters, she heard rumors from other witches and quirk users of an item of immense power. This item could give the user infinite knowledge of the mind and strength beyond even the strongest of humans for the body. However, this all came with a price. A deadly obsession over the item that men would kill over to keep in their possession and corrupt even the purest of hearts. Wanda sought out this item to protect herself and her family from the cruel world that was persecuting those who were different. While good lay in her heart finding this item had only led to her hurting others until it was in her possession. The item that had infinite power.

The Darkhold.

Learning its secrets of spells and technology to help the world move forward it slowly began to taint her heart becoming a being of dangerous magic. She was gifted the name the Scarlet Witch, as a being that was not born but forged and destined to destroy the world that harmed them. Her family begged for her to give up the book, the same loving wife and mother to them had disappeared being replaced by a power-hungry woman ready for revenge on those who wrong her. The corruption had overtaken her heart and the woman she once had been was long gone the dark magic had won. The family with no choice but to take her down had failed as she had grown too powerful. But before she could cause a killing blow to her own husband and children she had seen the fear in their eyes and guilt had pulled back the curtain that was covering her eyes. Regret and sadness had overtaken her and she vowed to never touch the Darkhold and to never let it corrupt others. With this, it had become their family's duty to protect the book and others from it, and with each generation as Wanda’s blood flowed through the veins of her descendants this order was to follow. To protect the world and themselves from the corruption of the Darkhold. Your ancestors arrived in Japan as time passed with your family being its current holders. Your ancestor’s quirk passed through your bloodline of witchcraft never being a different quirk from an outside mother or father. Your family to determine how strong their quirk was tested on them and some had theirs be stronger others weaker some average. Until you were born and it was time to test your quirk.

Your parents and grandparents were there for your testing and you were nervous. Your mother and her parents were descendants of the Scarlet Witch while your father’s side was not thought they were informed of your family history. The test was the witch or warlock would amplify the child’s quirk with their own magic until theirs appears and then it was determined the strength of their quirk or if there was even a quirk. Your ancestors have had a few rare moments where a child would be quirkless and it would be a shock for the family. Your mother’s brother was actually quirkless when he failed his testing. While you loved your family deeply it still hurt hearing how they quickly ostracized the quirkless child even going to lengths of giving to people outside the family. Your mother had explained it when you had asked why you were never allowed to see your uncle.

“We need to protect the book Y/n…we are the only ones who are strong enough against others so those who aren’t…it’s complicated sweetie, you’ll understand when you’re older.”

So when you were about to be tested your parents watched with nerves and almost fear. Your mother had a complication following her birth with you and if she were to try to have another child the chances of her surviving the pregnancy and the child as well were too high of a risk. As the only child finding out whether you have a quirk or not and continuing your bloodline had rested on your shoulder in those moments.

Your grandfather on your mother’s side came forward to you kneeling down holding out your arm and the test began. Runes of shades of red appeared around the two of you as he drew them into the air before bringing them down and the runes imprinted in your arm sank into your skin glowing a faint red before disappearing. A burst of energy rips through the room as you’re blinded by a bright light almost pushed back from the wind that appeared in the room. Squinting your eyes open looking into the bright light seeing almost a figure emerge from it. Floating down from this bright light holding their arms out, the light behind them hiding their features but seeing what looked like a woman her long hair flowing in the wind as they grow closer. You catch one detail of an intricate tiara creating a silhouette on her head. You see a flash of red from where her eyes should be before the figure and bright light vanishes and you collapse. Your parents and grandparents surround you concerned. When you had come to they asked you what had happened. Usually, the child would show some sign of having their quirk but you just had the runes placed on you before you passed out. Confused you explained you had seen the bright light before this shadowy woman had appeared. They were shocked beyond belief and when they asked you to describe the woman you weren’t able to give many details except the tiara on their head.

The day of your testing was the same day you viewed the Darkhold. You had never seen it in your life only hearing stories, the history of your ancestors of the Scarlet Witch, and the reason your family guards the book. It was locked up behind glass covered in runes but even through it, you could feel its dark energy. You watched as your mother and grandfather placed runes around themselves before the glass was open and you were instantly hit with a wave of strong power and almost an urge to claim it but your father held you to him. Your grandfather stepped forward as a red glow surrounds the book and it opens the pages flipping on their own before it stops.

“The Scarlet Witch is not born but forged with powers beyond the human mind. The ability to control and change reality as they see it. The Scarlet Witch is said to either bring the world into peace or destroy it to rule the Cosmos. She has had the longest control of the Darkhold with its dark power growing on her even creating spells of her own in the Darkhold,” Your grandfather had said a project of the pages appear in a reddish glow in the air revealing a drawing of a woman covered in runes and writing but you see that same tiara on her head. He quickly shuts the book returning it to its case and placing runes on them.

“If what you saw was true dear child…she has chosen you and has returned..” He says as they all look at the child whose world was about to change,

“The Scarlet Witch’s power is yours. You are going to be the strongest witch in our entire bloodline since its creation of it.”

Your life had turned on its head with this news and quickly it had become training of your quirk with your mother and study of spells and history with your grandfather. The news had traveled quickly through your family and they made it seem like you were some chosen one. While normal people in your family had gained just the simple witchcraft some stronger than others you had what was defined as Chaos Magic. Infinite magic that you could control on a whim with spells or even without. It was this power that made it dangerous in the wrong hands. The one downside of this quirk was the influence of your past or past life. With you gaining the Scarlet Witch’s power, her memories came to you. You would have dreams believing them to be wildly vivid and crazy but it was merely the memories of her life that you would see. You would always see them from her point of view and you would never see her.

Because of this influence of her past, you were forbidden to be around the Darkhold, while she had rejected the book swearing to never use it again the darkness still deep in her craved it. You could feel its power calling out to you, when you would pass by the room it was like voices were calling out to you. It was easy to avoid it physically though sometimes it was harder to on some days as you grew older the urge was growing stronger and your dreams had shifted from memories of her life with her family to when she had the Darkhold. There had been a time when you were dreaming about it using its power seeing through Wanda’s eyes of her using it, her fingers stained black like ash before you were violently woken from your dream. Your power had subconsciously sought out the book and when you had woken up to your parents holding you back and your grandparents standing in front of the case. You had slowly been taking the runes off the glass to unlock it while you dreamed. Your family was lucky to find you in time they weren’t sure what would’ve happened if you had it in your grasp. The book was moved somewhere that you never had access to but you could still feel it calling out to you.

Time passed and while magic could only do much death still won over. Your grandparents had to pay their due and soon it was only you and your parents, your mother now guarding the book. This had been around the time you had started school at U.A. and it had been hectic entering a new school full of people with crazy powers and that’s when you met the famously explosive blonde. He seemed to have some vendetta against you. What just because you got in through recommendation and beat him once in a fight? You tried your best to steer clear of him but it seemed like fate just kept putting you together. You both went to the same agency, not that either of you knew when you signed up, you had gotta group in with Bakugo and Midoriya during Finals Exam. Even during summer camp, you both had been kidnapped by villains they saw something in both of your quirks. Though they didn’t know the full extent of your history. Fate had seemed to put you two together and it seemed almost inevitable for you to not develop some sort of feelings. You weren’t even sure how it had happened it was just one day you noticed everything the both of you went through and it just hit you.

You would say you did a pretty good job hiding it, hidden behind snarky responses to the blonde, purposely picking fights with him so he could explode in rage, to just flat-up ignoring him. You were certain he couldn’t feel any emotion other than rage but then that day happened. You were called in with your agency which was Endeavor’s which Bakugo was not happy as usual for a mission. It was just supposed to be a simple evacuation of the civilians in the city for the Pros to do their work. You had never expected to watch people die so quickly in front of you and people you knew getting brutally injured. You felt helpless even with your power you couldn’t save everyone as a simple evacuation had turned into a battle of life or death. Seeing your teacher having to cut his own leg off, your mentor getting skewered and having the horrible truth of his son be reveal to him, your classmate Midoriya fighting ruthlessly breaking himself to keep you all safe, but it was Bakugo in that fraction of a second you had looked away to help stop the bleeding for your teacher placing runes around his wound using your magic to keep his heart rate up if it would slow down, you could hear the sound of flesh being ripped apart the smell of blood in the air as you watch as he pushes Midoriya out of the way taking the hit. The rivets from Shigaraki’s hand entering his body quickly ripping out of him and he beings to fall.

You were useless trying to keep Mr. Aizawa stable as he bled out while fighting with every being to run back out there and check on Bakugo to rip Shigaraki into pieces and anger and hate had grown in your heart for him. Both Manual and Rock Lock had to pull you off the battlefield to get Mr. Aizawa to safety your magic only doing so much and he needed a hospital. The second your teacher was in stable hands you had sprinted back to battle only to be met with the aftermath, a large creature was tied up by Best Jeanist who was bleeding heavily from his eyes and mouth and you placed a small spell that would dull the pain. You were shocked to see him finding the news that he was missing and that had been the reason you had interned with Endeavor the same with Bakugo. Todoroki and Iida were injured but not life-threatening, Nejire-chan had burns covering her and was unconscious as you tried placing some runes feeling her temperature was very high to lower it. Endeavor was unconscious as well with stab wounds where his lungs were blood practically coated him and you tried giving your stronger healing spells you knew. Finding Midoriya and Bakugo was definitely the worse, Midoriya’s arms were completely shattered his body worked beyond belief you weren’t sure how he was even alive. You were able to give a spell that dulled his pain and you could feel yourself growing weak using all these spells and overworking your quirk. You stumble over falling beside Bakugo he was conscious but slowly slipping. He had thought he was dying with this angel above him when it was just you. Your hands were shaky covered in the blood of multiple people, your body was covered in scrapes and some blood. Pushing through the pain and fatigue that was drawing at you, you perform your strongest healing spells trying to stop the bleeding but trying to focus on the hundred of other spells and runes you had to focus you could feel the spell slipping every few seconds. You were weak and you could do anything to save them. Why weren’t you fast, you could have pulled Bakugo away from the attack as well. If you had stronger magic if your quirk was stronger you could have helped stop Shigaraki. Mr. Aizawa would have lost his leg if you knew stronger magic to heal it.

The last thing you remember was the paramedics arriving quickly and transporting the heroes. A group coming over to you hunched over the bloody blonde the runes covering him fading in and out before you fell unconscious.

You stood in a dark room, with tall columns of stone and large firepits surrounding a table engraving covering the table and walls. Looking around seeing the open view of what looks like winter snow and the cold blow through but the heat of the large lamps keeps you warm.

“Wanda you must stop this!” A voice calls out and you turn seeing a man who looked almost rotting corpse says being burned as he speaks.

“All of this will be over when I see my boys.” A woman’s voice calls out and you turn seeing a woman standing in front of the table where another girl is pinned there runes glowing red as power drains from her getting absorbed into the other woman. Was this her…you’ve never had this dream before and you’ve never seen her always witnessed through her eyes. She has light auburn hair and cold green eyes, she’s wearing red robes and regalia and a red chest plate with long sleeves where her heart should be there is a blackness coming out. Was this the darkness taking over? The red and black ankle-length skirt ruffles in the breeze the open front showing the black pants and black boots she has on. Resting delicately on her head shimmering a slight red the same tiara in your first vision. Magic pours out of the girl moving into Wanda as she glares at the rotting corpse. But this didn’t make sense she was supposed to be fighting her family before she gives up the Darkhold.

“Wanda they were never real you must stop this madness!” Another man says and you are even more confused. This isn’t real, how could they not be real, if she never had children how could your whole family be alive?

“My children are real! And once I take America’s power I will travel to a different universe and be happy with them.” She shouts her eyes flashing red and you watch in horror as she quickly defeats the corpse and the other man killing him before continuing her spell, the Darkhold appears beside her as the young girl screams out her power being sucked out of her. You try to scream and try affecting this memory but you’re frozen in place. You feel fear run through you seeing Wanda look right at you, this didn’t make sense this was a memory.

“You’re not strong enough to save them Y/n…” She says as she completely absorbs the young girl’s power, she could have been older than you probably 14-15 years old. The girl slumps over and you knew she was dead. Wanda sighs feeling this strong quirk settle in her and she moves over to you the Darkhold floating beside her and you could feel its power radiating and your hand twitches to grab it, “You want to save your friends do you not?” She tilts her head and you look away from the dead girl to the woman in front of you, was this the woman you were meant to become? You slowly nod and she grins.

“Then get the Darkhold. It will give you everything you need.” She explains, “You want to keep Bakugo safe right?”

“Yes! I want to make sure everyone is safe…but it’s our duty to protect everyone even ourselves from the Darkhold.” You look down and she frowns grabbing your chin with her black-stained fingers making you look at her.

“They’re keeping you away from it because they are selfish. You’re just trying to keep them all safe, your parents, your friends, the heroes. If they are stopping you from protecting them all…aren’t they the villains in this story?” She points out and you can’t help but agree with her. Wanda used the Darkhold to protect her family to protect your family and you had to do the same for yours. She pulls away and with a wave of her hands a portal opens revealing a new world, was this your universe?

“Go Y/n, you mustn’t let the book fall into the wrong hands, you are the only person I trust to protect the book.” She says over her shoulder walking through the portal.

“Wanda!” You call out and she stops looking back, “Why now am I only seeing you after everything?” She smiles looking at you.

“It took me years to find the Darkhold and even longer to travel the multiverse. I’ve known every single step you will take the second you were born, I needed to see if you were ready to learn the truth.” She says turning away and looking back once more, “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time Y/n…you are my chance of starting again…to complete what I’ve always dreamed of.”

“What dream? What do I have to do?!” You call out as she steps further into the portal and voices start to fill your head.

“Get the Darkhold and I will return again.”

You had woken disoriented and in a hospital no recollection of how you got there and what had happened. All the memories of the war had hit you flashes of your classmates and mentors bleeding out in front of you. The feeling of guilt for not being strong enough and feeling useless with your power. This was the first time heroes had lost and none of you what to do next. You were quickly discharged your injuries were not as severe mainly just over-exhaustion from your quirk. You were released into custody but were confused when you only saw your father why had it looked like he was crying and why did he have a bandage on his head and scratches on his body?

You felt like sinking into the ground and letting it crush you when the words left your father’s mouth. Your mother was dead. Apparently, the creature you had found when you returned to the battle was originally in Gunga Mountain Villa and to get all the way to Jaku it had viciously torn through towns and cities. Your hometown had ended up being in its path and with all the heroes fighting none of the civilians had been prepared. The creature tore right through your home and your mother had quickly without hesitation grabbed the Darkhold and placed an indestructible spell around your father before the rumble took over. Your father was found by rescue holding your mother who clutched the Darkhold in her hands, her fingers ashen just like all its past users had been. The corruption was visible but her death had been quick. You felt numb and also filled with emotions. You didn’t care that you were loudly crying in your father’s arms in the middle of the hall. You hadn’t even seen Bakugo getting pulled away by his classmates from seeing Midoriya but they had paused seeing you in distress. The blonde had tried moving towards you but they had to pull him back to his room so he didn’t go over to you.

This war having so many casualties and a massive prison break caused Japan to go to ruin. Your only family left had uprooted their home to join the shelter that was U.A. The two of you had a small funeral spreading the ashes by the cherry tree where your father proposed to your mother before you had to return to U.A. Your home was completely decimated just pillars of marble and old runes carved in an outline of your home but now just rubble. Your class had suffered as well, Midoriya had disappeared revealing that he had this important power and that Shigaraki and All For One were after him so he had to leave to protect you all.

Bakugo was certain following Jaku something in you had changed, news had traveled fast through the class that your mother had died during Gigantomachia's rampage through the cities. Obviously, they had given you time to grieve being a shoulder to cry on anything you needed they were there. Even Bakugo had lightened up, there had been a moment when he had actually come up to you to thank you. You pushed yourself to keep everyone alive and if you hadn’t been there none of them know what would’ve happened. But then the grieving turned into a different emotion, while you all trained to stay in shape you seemed filled with anger. You deserved to be angry after what happened but it was something beyond anger, like a rage that wouldn’t just take down villains but also everyone around them. You were willing to harm anything and anyone to get what you want kind of rage. The rage that blinds you and makes you do stupid shit. If he hadn’t been watching you attentively following Jaku he wouldn’t have noticed you going out late to the open field by the dorm for hours before looking tired but you would repeat this multiple times even if it looked like you didn’t want to. Even during training your punches were stronger, and sharper, and by using your quirk you were taking and giving blows like nothing. There had been a time you had punched Kirishima while he was hardened and shattered one of your fingers and needed a brace but the next day it was completely healed even without Recovery Girl. You waved it off saying you learned a new spell but even your healing spells weren’t that strong to heal bone. It was until he noticed this book you seemed to carry with you everywhere, it looked like an old book he wasn’t sure how it was staying together. There had been a time you walked past him the book held firmly in your grasp as if someone would come by and snatch it from you. He almost fell back from the feeling he got hit with. It was the same feeling when he met All For One in Kamino or saw Shigaraki during Jaku, that sense of evil and the fear that has your life flash before your eyes. He watched you walk towards a far corner of the gym his nerves on edge. What the hell was this book?

It seemed that others were noticing the changes in you that he had picked up weeks ago. The first noticeable thing was your hands, you had come down for breakfast and Kirishima pointed out your hands and when he looked over your fingers were stained black almost like they were rotten or frostbitten beyond belief. Everyone was concerned rightfully but you brushed it off saying it was a spell that had an effect but these ‘effects’ had just started and were only growing more bold as you seemed to be hesitant to speak to anyone. During training you had been taking a sip of your water a looked away for a second and Kaminari had come over with the rest of the group snatching up your book.

“Didn’t expect you to be a bookworm L/n? Or is this some sort of diary?” He smirks opening the book to see whatever dirty secrets are in there. In was instant a blast of magic hit Kaminari in the chest sending him flying across the gym and shocking everyone in the room. The book fell from his grasp opening on the floor and everyone near it could feel this dread fill them. The book slammed shut with a loud crack whipping into your grasp as you look frantic at them all ready to either fight or runoff. Your hand was still raised your stained fingers covered in magic still holding Kaminari down and he could feel the air leaving his chest from the pressure.

“L/N! Y/N!” Your classmates yelled out snapping you out of your head you quickly drop your hand and the electric boy sits up gasping for air a few of your classmates surrounding him. Your eyes dart around and you pause meeting the red eyes of the blonde watching this all. Bakugo stared at the fear and anger in your eyes, you looked ready to fight whoever try to grab the book grasped in your hand. The red glow from your eyes fades away and you swipe your hand in the air and trail of red smoke appears covering you and once it clears you're gone leaving your classmates all confused and almost fearful. Something had changed you and Bakugo had a feeling it had to do with the book you were so attached to.

After that incident, your classmates had been hesitant around you but Kaminari said it was his own fault, that he shouldn’t have touched your stuff. Your broken class incomplete knew you need Midoriya back and a plan was created to find him. You had gotten permission from Nezu and got a tracker device from Endeavor that showed where Midoriya was your class had come together to get him to return. It was a long and emotional battle getting the One For All user to return with each of you all pouring your fond memories with the boy. It wasn’t until Bakugo’s final words broke the shell around him to return back with your class.

Fighting the school to allow the boy back into the school had been a hassle but Midoriya had returned to U.A. Your class was once whole again and it was only a matter of time for you all to return to fight against Shigaraki and All For One. It was late one night when most of the class was asleep some awake in the common area surprisingly Bakugo was one of those awake despite this strict bed schedule. The blonde was sitting on the floor against one of the couches he had one of his gauntlets in front of him working on it while others were doing other things, he wanted peace and quiet but damn Dek-Izuku and Icy-hot were there as well with the rest of the extras that clung onto him. They were talking or doing their own thing when someone new entered the common area coming from the kitchen, a girl with power beyond comprehension. The room went silent for a bit seeing her enter some of the Bakusquad still felt hesitant since the incident with Kaminari. Midoriya was informed of everything that has happened to you when he noticed your quirk was much stronger and the physical changes in your appearance.

“Hey, L/n couldn’t get sleep?” Midoriya speaks up first and you glance at him almost as if you were looking through him. They all couldn’t help but feel awkward as you were silent taking too longer to come up with a response to a simple question. Bakugo wasn’t trying to be as obvious watching you, you were dressed casually in your sleep clothes and you didn’t look as tired as he has seen you some nights. He would have let this odd behavior aside if he hadn’t noticed a small detail different from you. You held a glass of water between your hands but your fingers were normal, not stained black but s/c skin. It was also the fact you also weren’t holding your book, he’s never seen you without it even though any normal person would just lock their room you were adamant about keeping it on your person. With this information, he knew something was off about you, and you had finally responded.

“Yeah…though a drink would help.” You say and it almost felt forced like your words were scripted. The green-haired boy nodded not sure what to say next but you had already gotten left leaving them all confused about that whole interaction.

“That…was weird..” Sero says they were still looking at where you stood, Bakugo especially looking hard at where you stood but a glimpse of something caught his eye. Where you stood was in front of the large glass windows facing the outside training area and the forest. It was a small second but he caught a flash of red light from the forest and it had the blonde standing up.

“Hey, Bakubro where you off to?” Kirishima says and when the blonde grabs his gauntlet pulling on the glove before the large weapon confusing everyone, “Woah Bakugo what are you doing?”

“Kacchan what’s wrong?” Midoriya calls out to him getting up as well, as the boy heads toward the door leading outside. Following him, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Sero, Mina, and Kaminari.

The cool air chills their skin as they watch Bakugo stand ahead of them looking out into the dark forest in silence before they all see it a flash of red coming from the forest. They all follow the boy as he treks into the forest still confused about what he was going after until they heard a voice and it was not one they were familiar with. The seven of them reached a clearing standing right on the edge when what they saw shocked them all. There you stood even though they saw you inside just a few minutes ago surrounded by a circle of lit candles the ground dead beneath her. You bring your palms up towards you the red glow of your magic appearing from your hands as you draw one hand out and appearing from thin air the book you were so attached to. They all watch in wonder as it flips open a dark energy pouring out of it sending shivers down each of their spines. Your rotting fingers make gestures and runes appear around you and the candles flicker before growing brighter. Appearing on the crown of your head is a tiara glowing with magic, suddenly a pool of smoke emerges from the ground billowing up. This kind of magic you possessed what something they’d never seen before and they couldn’t help but fear. Shouldn’t U.A. be alerted that someone or something was entering the barrier they watched as the smoke starts to shape out a person and once it disappears they see a woman dressed in some sort of outfit and they all recognized the same tiara that had appeared on you was physically on the woman. Was this a hero or a villain none of them had heard of? Bakugo’s eyes widen seeing the woman’s hand reach out and the same magic he’s seen you use appears from her hands and her fingers were tainted black like her.

“You getting better with it. Slow but learning” The woman calls out and her hand reaches out the book coming to rest in her grasp they were surprised to see you not panic knowing it was in someone else's grasp. The similarities between the two of you were eerie it seemed both of you possessed the same quirk and you both knew what this book was.

“You had decades to learn all its secrets, I have days. None of us know when Shigaraki is going to attack and I need to be strong enough.” You say looking at the woman for guidance.

“Still in weeks you’ve perfected most spells that have taken me years to perfect, you’re astral projection while contacting the dead it’s not an easy feat to learn in just a few weeks.” The woman says and you look down at your feet still feeling disappointed.

“You said you would return once I got the Darkhold and I’ve been studying everything I could. I’ve grown stronger but how will I know if I’m strong enough to keep everyone safe.” You say stepping towards the woman who glances away from the Darkhold. She could easily see the corruption the book had caused on you feeding off that fear you couldn’t protect everyone, you had already failed with the death of your mother.

“It is in your grasp the most powerful object in the multiverse, men have killed for this and they will continue to for the rest of eternity. You my dear child hold my blood, my power, and my dreams. Fight to save those you care and love for.” The woman says and with a wave of her hands, the books open up and appear in globes of red each of them connecting to one another like a web. The hidden students see versions of themselves each living different lives or at different points in time, “And if you fail in this world? Start anew until you find the world that is for you. The multiverse is in our grasp to control as we see fit, in your hands you hold the cosmos. My Y/n….my Scarlet Witch.”

The mysterious woman’s words strike hard in them, if they failed you would what? Just leave and start anew with a different universe of them and what leaves them in the messed up universe of theirs. And this book this Darkhold Bakugo knew it was dangerous but he had no idea it was the kind that would have people kill each other for it.

“Now your little friends should come out of hiding…it’s rude to snoop around.” The woman says and before anyone could react a red mist covers all of them and they are pulled into the clearing bound in front of the two women.

“Hey! Let us go!” Mina says struggling in her binding of magic, the others shout similar responses even trying to use their quirks to break free but it was useless even the One For All user was unable to break free.

“Just children…these are the ones you’re so keen on protecting?” The woman says looking almost disappointed looking at the U.A. students.

“Let us go you witch or I’ll fucking blow you to bits!” The blonde spits at her trying to use his gauntlet but with a wave of her hand, it disappears. The woman smirks raising her hand and he’s forced to stand as she steps towards him. Her stained fingers grasp his chin looking deep into his eyes her eyes flashing red and he can feel a probing sensation in his head.

“Ahh….so this is Bakugo? Y/n I thought you would find someone who would be on your level and not so….” She tilts her head looking down at the angry blonde, “weak.”

“Stop it, Wanda.” Your voice calls out and the older woman looks over at the girl.

“You’re a being of infinite power, I chose you to continue my legacy. You deserve only the best if not in this universe then maybe we must continue to a new one.” Wanda says and your classmates look at the woman and you are shocked. Wanda drops Bakugo to the ground still bound as he glares at the woman but then looks over at you who is silently looking away. You weren’t really considering abandoning them all for what a better reality? Wanda twists her hands and appears from the Darkhold a view of a universe.

“You can go to one where this war never happened, your teachers and mentors never would have been hurt or killed, All For One and Shigaraki wouldn’t exist if you will it, your mother would still be alive,” They can see your eyes widen hearing the mention of your mother and your classmates pleads fell on deaf ears. Had this corruption and influence of this past life won you over?

“The multiverse is in your grasp you just need to want it.” She says and you stare at the new world, a new life in wonder. A second chance.

“Y/n,” Bakugo’s voice makes you look away from the Darkhold, “You’re a coward if you abandon this world. If you’re going to leave us in this hell to keep changing your life until you’re happy…then you’re no better than those villains.” You freeze looking at the blonde.

“Please L/n…if this book is as dangerous as she says it is no one should have that kind of power. This isn’t like you!” Midoriya tries to reason with you.

“We’re the only ones who deserve this power… she needs it to protect my future!” Wanda says and you pause listening to her words.

“Your future…” You whisper looking at her and she quickly picks up on her mistake, “You swore to never use the Darkhold again…you did this for your children..but none of it was true.” You shake your head taking a step away from the woman, “You killed innocent people for your gain through many universes just to get what you wanted and made it seem like you were good all along. You only cared about yourself from the beginning the second this book was in your grasp.”

“You’re being ridiculous Y/n..I’m doing this all for you…I’m giving you a chance to start again,” She says trying to convince you but you step further away your foot touching the edge of the circle of candles and they flicker almost going out Wanda winces, and Bakugo notices that, had this spell only work with you still inside the circle?

“No, you’re only doing it for yourself! So you get a second chance to live again,” You shout your eyes flashing red and Wanda’s glow in return challenging you, “No I reject you...I reject this! I wanted to keep my family safe but not leave the world to burn for my benefit.” Swiping your hand out the Darkhold rips from her grasp into yours.

“No one deserves this power…not even us.” “Y/N DON’T!” You say and Wanda shouts out rushing to stop you but your swipe your hands out and the ritual around you get destroyed the circle of candles breaks going out and the Scarlet Witch stumbles her body beginning to break down.

“You need me! You need it and you’ll come crawling back to it..you can’t resist its pull. It’s in your blood.” She spits out and you say nothing as she fades to smoke. The binding around your classmates breaks and they stand up now free looking at you still holding the Darkhold.

“L/n…?” Midoriya calls out and you look up at the seven of them.

“I’m sorry…” You say looking away ashamed and you hear footsteps draw near and a hand rest on your shoulder looking up and seeing Kirishima in front of you.

“It wasn’t your fault…” He says and you look at your classmates who nod in agreement. You make eye contact with Bakugo unsure of what he was feeling but the idea of leaving this world…leaving him you didn’t know what to do. Looking down at the Darkhold still in your grasp you knew what you had to do. Holding your hand out your magic surrounds your hand as runes appear on the book using its power for the last time. The Darkhold floats in front of you and you cross your hands in two different directions and the book vanishes and you can feel your powers and your body weaken having it gone.

“Where did it go?” Kaminari says and Kirishima holds your elbow seeing you grow faint for a second.

“Somewhere far outside our galaxy and that could only be returned with a spell from the Darkhold..” You say the corruption and obsessed feeling the book had on you fading but had taken a toll on you, “I’m sorry for everything…I wanted to keep everyone safe but did the opposite.”

“Like you said it’s a power no one should have, you were only thinking of the best.” Mina says the rest of them joining you, “Come on we should head back it’s already late enough.” You nod exhausted not having the power to keep you steady and strong. The Bakusquad leads you back to the forest Todoroki and Midoriya follow leaving Bakugo staring at the destroyed ritual and where the Darkhold once was.

“Kacchan?” Midoriya calls out to the blonde seeing him stray behind rejoining him.

“That book, the Darkhold…if it came from a different universe..does that mean one exists here?” Bakugo thinks out loud his voice soft. He saw firsthand what power like that could do to someone. Luckily you overcame it but what if it fell into someone else’s hands, what if Shigaraki had that power…or All For One. They wouldn’t try to fight it and would probably destroy this world and thousands of others.

“That kind of power doesn’t seem like it could be recreated…but I don’t know. Maybe it’s already protected or has been destroyed already. We can only think of the best.” Midoriya says trying to think hopefully but he had thought the same thing. The two boys left with the same thought in their heads, they could only hope that book was long destroyed or hidden somewhere so no one would ever find it.

With your rejection and removal of the Darkhold, the war you would all have to face drew closer. You had found out about another casualty, the Number One Hero of America had sacrificed herself trying to help stop Shigaraki. Her sacrifice gave us all more time to prepare as she had damaged Shigaraki enough so he wasn’t perfected yet and time for the Pros to come up with a plan. It came so unexpectedly but hit hard for you all to find out one of your classmates was a traitor. The thought you all were working to become heroes had cracked with this news, Aoyama had been the reason your class got attacked, why Bakugo and yourself got kidnapped, everything was because of him. He and his parents were arrested but your class still needed to continue on going out of the barrier to do search missions. When you had returned All Might and the detective had met with you all and the final plan was prepared. While your classmates discussed with each other about this plan you were pulled aside by All Might and the detective.

“We must ask you something Young L/n and you must be honest for the sake of this war.” All Might says and you nod a bit nervous and concerned about what he could have to ask.

“With your quirk being so unique and your family well known for your family sharing variations to your quirk, we spoke to your father about anything about your family that could be a part of your quirk to help us.” The detective says and you nod slowly, “Your quirk is a very strong one that could even rival against a lot of Pros quirks so we must ask you…” He reveals their plan that involves you.

“You want me to fight All For One…?” You say shocked, you had thought you would be involved with your classmates to fight regular villains but not the deadliest villain.

“You would be fighting alongside Hawks and Endeavor but yes we believe your quirk would be an opponent against his multitude of quirks, and your father had informed us of an object that would give us all an upper hand.” The detective says, “Your father said it was a book called The Darkhold..”

You instantly step back and they can feel the panic come off you, “That is something of power that should not be in any man’s hand. Only death follows with the user and what if it falls into All For One’s hands? That sort of power is not what we need falling into his hands.” Just the thought of it sent chills down your spine, it had been a few weeks since you rejected the Darkhold and while its darkness had left small parts of it still remained in each user, the corruption of your mind from the book had permanently stained your fingers with your sins, you had only had them look normal due to an illusion runes you had to upkeep. Your mind was also plagued with nightmares of the Darkhold falling into the wrong hands or if you had let the darkness take over.

“Besides the Darkhold could never be retrieved it’s better no one ever thinks of trying to find it.” You say and you could see the disappointment in both of them, a way they could have had leverage had disappeared, “I’m sorry but even if I had it, I swore to never let the Darkhold influence others.”

The conversation was quickly dropped and the plan of you to still fight All For One stood. It was the night before you would leave U.A. for the war to begin again. You sat in the common room on one of the couches the lights out the moonlight being your only source and the magic floating around your fingers having dropped the illusion on your appearance. Your mind still ran with thoughts on what you would do if you still had the Darkhold but you shook them away. The remnants of the corruption still deep inside you, you couldn’t deny Wanda’s words. The urge to have the book and all that power was in your blood.

“What are you doing up?” A voice called out and you jump dropping your hands and hiding them as a person emerges from the shadows, quickly taking in the spikey blonde hair and those crimson eyes.

“Bakugo…” You whisper out as he stands a few feet away, “Couldn’t fall asleep just nerves keeping me awake.” You say pushing your hair back instinctively and your eyes widen seeing his gaze focus on your hands. You quickly tuck your hands under your armpits hiding them and looking away embarrassed. It’s silent and you’re hoping he left but you felt the couch shift with a new weight.

“It’s stupid to hide your hands, no one cares about it.” He says side-eyeing you and you softly nod bringing your hands out and resting them on your knees. Silence fills the room and you glance at him as he stares forward so you see his profile. Your eyes trace over his sharp feature but at the same time some of his features were soft, his normally angry eyes were relaxed and the scowl that seemed permanently etched onto his face was a soft line. Your gaze trails from his mouth back to his eyes and you quickly look away seeing him watching you. Heat flushes your face having been caught but he doesn’t say anything about it.

“So…why are you up?” You say and he leans his head back glancing at you before looking up at the ceiling.

“Couldn’t sleep..too many things on my mind.” He says and you nod picking at your nails to distract yourself before you speak up.

“Wanna talk about them..?” You spit out and he looks over at you and you regret speaking, “If you want to! You don’t have you probably don’t want to talk to someone you barely even know.” You wave your hands in front of you.

“The Darkhold or whatever..” He says and you pause looking at him though he is still looking away, “It came from a different universe or whatever world that witch bastard came from.” You smile slightly hearing him have no fear insult your ancestor who was one of the most powerful beings.

“Yeah, I guess…my parents told me she only search for it to protect her family,” You chuckle slightly, “Guess we were all wrong and she only used it for whatever power-hungry dream she had.”

“Well, she must have settled down or something, or else you wouldn’t exist.” Bakugo brings up and you nod, memories of her in that temple castle thing. The people trying to stop her before she killed them off and took that girl’s power.

“I guess so…why do you ask?” You ask.

“If it existed in her universe…does it exist here? She said you could live in a universe that you were happy in if that included us or not…does that mean in each universe there is that kind of power.” He says and you can’t help but feel nervous. You had gotten rid of it for this reason exactly. That sort of power was never meant for men and already hearing it from All Might you couldn’t help but be nervous…did Bakugo want this power…did he want you to find it?

“I don’t know…maybe besides that sort of power shouldn’t be in the hands of anyone. It better lost somewhere than ever found.” You say looking away. He nods looking forward before he glances back at you.

“Good…like you said no one should have that sort of power…even for good.” You look at him the two of you staring at each other the moonlight highlighting the both of you. Shut up you stupid heart, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. You did well hiding your feelings before you can do it now. But why was he looking at you like that, why wasn’t he yelling at you or challenging you to fight him?

“If you had that kind of power..” You start, “Would you give yourself a second chance?” It’s quiet and you almost want to take back what you said as he presses his lips together.

“No,” He says and you look at him surprised, “If we were meant to be given second chances we would have been but if not then I’ll live my life. Sure I have regrets we all do but that’s what life is.” You were surprised, the hot-headed egotistical boy was no longer there but a mature still slightly explosive man was there instead. This war had changed everyone for the good or worse but you hadn’t expected this from him.

“Besides if I need to cheat my way for my dream of becoming the Number One Hero then it’s not a real win.” He smirks and you laugh out loud at his comment, still the same boy. He watches you laugh and he couldn’t describe the tightness in his chest all of a sudden. He better not be getting sick before this fight. Calming yourself down you look back at him,

“Bakugo…” He hums in response listening in, “I’m glad to have met you in this universe.” You say and he’s quiet for a second before looking over at you the fast beating of your chest and the tightness in his own taking over the both of you.

“Yeah…you’re not too bad yourself.”

The sounds of yelling and fighting flood your ears. Your conversation with Bakugo had been more than 24 hours ago and since then you two were busy packing, saying goodbye to his parents and your father before you were sent to a secure location with your class before the fight that was to begin. The most the two of you got were short words between each other or one-sided glances. You two weren’t going to be on the same mission, you joining Endeavor and Hawks at Gunga Mountain Villa fighting All For One while Bakugo was to be with Midoriya fighting Shigaraki. During the initial attack of the heroes and villains, the two of you had the briefest glance and you both went to your respective portals. The fight was quickly fast and you felt like you couldn’t keep up but as the fight continued on word had reached that Todoroki took down Dabi.

You dodge a barrage of razors from All For One some knicking your skin but you bring your hands up a barrier of magic blocking your vital organs twisting in the air and throwing a blast of magic that hits All For One in the chest sending him flying back for a second. He steadies himself sensing you through his mask. Your magic keeps you levitating as you prepare another spell.

“Now I definitely felt that kind of magic before. It’s different from quirks more natural like your family isn’t that right Y/n?” He calls out and you shiver hearing his name on his tongue. When the two of you met during Kamino you truly thought you were going to die then. It wasn’t until your classmates rescued the two of you but that feeling never shook off you. “Your family is special, especially the woman who started your bloodline, the Scarlet Witch was it..you gave yourself that hero name after all.”

Dread covers your face hearing her name…how did he know about her?! “Scarlet focus don’t let him get to you!” Hawks calls out seeing the fear cross your face, he didn’t know much about you but with your quirk and how you were handling yourself against All For One and your family name, you definitely were a fair opponent. All For One seeing the crack form puts all his attacks into breaking you down still defending himself against Endeavor and Hawks but this U.A. had revealed a fatal opening. You’re quickly put on the defense shielding yourself from attacks or teleporting away from them to give yourself distance though it’s quickly closed.

“I never knew there was a way to travel through the universe but she had done it and that made her dangerous! Chaos Magic is what you called it?! Spontaneous creation…though I see none coming from you. It’s like no other quirk I’ve seen. She had something I wanted…that you’re family kept protected and hidden but you now have it.” All For One says sending a shockwave that sends you flying back having to regain focus to keep flying.

“So where is it!? Using your magic to hide it? Hand over the Darkhold!” He yells out and you send out a blast of magic that gets him caught in the crosshairs of both Endeavor and Hawks who send a wall of flames and Hawks goes to chip away at the mask. An rivets explode from him and you sent out runes quickly to shield the two pros but weren’t fast enough feeling it pierce your skin. The rivets dig into your arms and leg keeping you up in the air you felt one of the rivets cut into your side hissing in pain.

“If you won’t reveal yourself I’ll just make you,” You feel fire enter your body as your quirk activates without your control or will. You scream in pain feeling him push your magic to strive for the Darkhold and for a brief moment you sense it the dark energy. A tiara of chaos magic starts appearing on your head that the villain grins seeing this and the two heroes look surprised. It was in this universe…it was somewhere out there and your quirk was going to find it. Arms wrap around your waist ripping the rivets out of your body and holding you as your body shakes from that large rush of magic. All For One sends another attack at you but Hawks dodges still holding you in his arms. Using your magic to levitate yourself feeling your blood stain your costume, Endeavor arrives next to you the three of you watching the villain for his next move.

“He knows of the Darkhold and if he forces me to retrieve it this war will quickly be in his favor,” You huff out drawing runes in the air a quick spell to stop the bleeding on your wounds but not to heal as that would require more focus. While you had Chaos Magic and even with your studies with the Darkhold you had never tapped into using that magic. To warp reality was something you never tried in fear of causing harm to others, but in that moment you felt a shift. That small taste of true chaos magic and it frightened you.

“Get out of here L/n,” Endeavor says glancing at his intern and you look at him shocked, “If what you say is true and All For One can force you then you need to stay away from him.”

“But I’m needed here! What if you need a spell-” You say looking at the two older heroes.

“That’s an order!” Endeavor says, “Join the others at U.A. and assist Jeanist until Midoriya arrives!” You look at your mentor seeing the fire burning in his eyes and you look over at Hawks as he flips his swords to have them facing down.

“Go kid, we got this.” He sends a small smirk before all of you dodge a large shockwave from All For One. You quickly create a shield in front of all of you and he keeps pushing forward making you push back. Your eyes glow a bright red and you send a large blast of magic aiming at the chip in his mask seeing it crack as he’s thrown back. Hawks and Endeavor rush forward.

“GO NOW!” Endeavor yells out as All For One tries to go after you but is held back by the top two heroes. Drawing your hands out in front of you creating runes to search for Bakugo in Japan before sensing it. You catch the one last look of the villain sending an attack right at you but you twist your hands disappearing in a cloud of smoke the quirk going right through.

At the floating school, it shakes with the large attacks of Shigaraki’s mutation the heroes and students there fighting against this new upgrade.

“Keep on your toes! We have to keep moving!! Lest he swallow us up!! Continue to evade, and target his core!!” Best Jeanist yells out to them all quickly using his quirk to pull Bakugo out of the way from a mass of hands. Bakugo could feel his explosions grow stronger with each attack the sweat building in his palms and the one gauntlet he had left. He was trying to focus on this battle in front of him but he still was thinking of where the hell Deku was. He was right behind him before he entered the portal and then he was pulled off into a different one. Then there was you, he didn’t want to worry about you but when he learned you were to be fighting against All For One with Endeavor and Hawks he couldn’t help the nerves. He knew you were capable of protecting yourself and you had the top two pros with you but the tightness in his chest hadn’t faded.

“Look, I dunno if that’s Shigaraki or All For One droning on right now…” He yells exploding more hunks of flesh as the added support gear appears from his collar resting on his back, “But either way, I’m about to hurl from hearing it. Ever since Kamino! Nothing but yap, yap, yap!!” He glares at the villain ready to give it his all to go plus ultra.

“HOPE YOU’RE READY….TO BE SWISS CHEESE!!” The equipment and his own hands send out a barrage of explosions all around him doing quite a deal of damage, “GOTTA DESTROY HIS REAL BODY!! ALL OF US TOGETHER!!” While Monoma and Sensei have still their quirk quirks locked down with Erasure…while Kaminari’s team…is still keeping this arena powered up! While Yaoyorozu and them…are still replacing the ground to stand on!

“YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT SOME BIG DISPARITY? LACK OF UNDERSTANDING? DREAD? GUESS WHAT-IV’E LONG SINCE TAKEN ALL THAT CRAP TO HEART.” Bakugo yells out his body pushing past that barrier as explosion and explosion goes off against Shigaraki.

“Bakugo!” Best Jeanist yells out seeing how close he was to Shigaraki and how much damage he had done.

“AND I’VE SEEN…A REAL STEP TOWARD PROGRESS, WITH ALL THAT. IT MIGHT TAKE TIME, BUT SOME PEOPLE I KNOW ARE TRYING TO PUSH FORWARD. THANKS ANYWAY, BUT YOU CAN SHOVE YOUR SERMON…YA NUTSACK-FACED HANDYMAN!” Bakugo yells out. Since going to U.A. he had his dream, win first place at the Sports Festival, intern with the top heroes, graduate and become Number One and beat that damn Deku. But it had changed, he still wanted to become Number One but he could live to be a hero if he still had people beside him…having you by his side. When this was over he was going to tell you that you were going to work at his agency. He was fine taking the snarky comments or you kicking his ass with ease if it would allow him to see you smile when you think no one is watching. Or see how gracefully you treat your quirk that it was almost pretty. That was his dream now and he was going to fight to make it come true. Starting with his strongest attack to end this damn extra.

“HOWITZER IMPACT: CLUSTER!” “GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GOD…DYNAMIGHT!!”

A bright flash of light and the heat from the explosion shakes the floating school shocking everyone. But what they hadn’t expected was the arrival of someone and how quickly they had taken the attack that was meant for the blonde. All Bakugo saw was a flash of red before blood filled the air, it wasn’t until he saw their features, the h/c hair, your hero costume that was ripped in places blood staining it. You had just appeared taking a blow that was meant for him seeing your face get battered in the process.

“Now I hadn’t expected this…but you are someone I’ve been warned of..” Shigaraki says and you quickly try to raise your arm to protect the two of you when you feel the crushing sensation and a pain unlike anything fill you. Your scream fills the air alerting the many there of the new arrival, Bakugo watches in horror seeing your arm in Shigaraki’s grasp crush beyond belief and the right side of your face bleeding out. You glare at him blood and tears fill your eyes and he quickly blocks the attacks from Best Jeanist and Mirko. Bakugo is paralyzed staring at you. No, this wasn’t supposed to happen, you were supposed to be fighting All For One, safe with Endeavor and Hawks not here. Why were you here?

“Hey….which fool suggested close combat as the way to go? Cuz getting up close and personal with me…means you’re in for an intimate taste..” Shigaraki says flinging you off to the side and hitting the ground struggling to push yourself to your knees your crushed arm limp in front of you, “Of power on par with All Might’s.” The wind pressure from Shigaraki’s swipe sends them all flying back, Bakugo flew back hitting the ground and pushing himself up sweat pooling down his face the true look of fear on his face his hands are limp at his side he could see a few feet away you struggling to hold yourself up. The smoke clears as Shigaraki stares at you trying to put runes on your arm not being able to fully with only one hand. Most spells require two hands and he completely took away half of your arsenal it was so sudden when you arrived to be attacked. Bakugo sees the villain move his gaze from the girl to himself and the look on his face showed that Shigaraki knew what had become Bakugo’s weakness. The tightness in his chest felt like he couldn’t breathe at all, the weakness in his bones the inability to keep fighting just wanting to grab you and take you far away.

“Katsuki Bakugo…too weak to protect someone you care for,” Shigaraki calls out to the blonde as his gaze flicks to you struggling to create any spells and to this abomination in front of him, “The only thing about you…that catches my interest…is how..you’re closer to Izuku Midoriya and the Scarlet Witch than anyone else.” Shigaraki’s gaze moves to you as you look at him through a blood-filled vision.

“You can stop this! Where’s the power I was warned of!” His voice echoes across the whole battlefield and even Aizawa and the others outside the barrier can hear him, “WHERE IS THE DARKHOLD! WHERE’S THE SCARLET WITCH I’M MEANT TO FEAR!” He says as you try not to pass out from the pain just glaring at him and Shigaraki smirks seeing the chaos magic creating the motif of the Scarlet Witch, the same tiara Bakugo had recognized appearing glowing on your head.

“MANDALAY! ANY UPDATE ON MIDORIYA!?” Aizawa shouts out feeling the fear run deep in his chest,

“I can’t reach him!” Mandalay shouts back and Aizawa shouts, “But you could earlier?!”

“Barrier or not, the wonky electromagnetic waves are affecting things. I’ve been getting nothing but static for a while now.” She responds and Aizawa grits his teeth.

“Bakugo! L/n!” He yells out, “JEANIST!! MIRKO!! EDGESHOT!! DAMMIT, YOU GOTTA PROTECT THOSE TWO!! ONCE THEY GRADUATE FROM U.A….THEY’RE AIMING TO BE NUMBER ONE.”

You cry out as Shigaraki kicks you down, the man finding great pleasure seeing just a few feet away the student that was so ready to bring him down reduced to a scared child watching someone they care for be beaten down.

“Izuku Midoriya was supposed to be here, right?” Shigaraki calls out his foot pressing down on your head, “So he’s bound to show up soon, hmmm? On that note, having my quirk erased right now is a blessing in disguise.”

Your non-injured hand swipes out to send a blast of magic when he throws you up into the air your magic missing him as he clutches your throat. “SHUT UP-” You could feel the air leaving your body and the pressure making you gasp for air.

“Cuz your corpse will be left intact…Yes, he’ll have a lovely present waiting when he arrives. Remember his sheer fury when I poked Bakugo full of holes last time? Then I kill Bakugo after so he can watch knowing he failed. I’ll only ask once more.” Shigaraki says as his hand mutates growths crushing your body blood spraying in the air as you fail to breathe, “Where is the Darkhold.”

Nejire and Suneater try fighting against him but Shigaraki uses you as a shield blocking off their attacks as you stay limp in his hand. His body sends a large attack continuing to mutate with growths.

“My body continues to adapt! Scurry away like insects! Nothing can bring me down!” Shigaraki cackles before you feel hands wrap around your waist and you catch Lemillions gaze before your tossed away.

“Jeanist!” A coil of cables wraps you pulling you away from the fight and he brings you down your body collapsing as he rushes over to you. Your old mentor covered in his own sweat and blood looks fearful at his old intern.

“I’m going to suture your right arm, Scarlet.” He says and you’re still trying to catch your breath trying to stay awake the pain and adrenaline keeping you awake. From the corner of your eye, Bakugo falls to his knees beside you looking down at you. Blonde coated parts of his face and his sweat was pouring off his face as were tears from his eyes.

“Wha…what are you doing here.” His voice is hoarse as Jeanist begins suturing your arm and you close your eyes in pain your hand reaching out grasping Bakugo’s and he doesn’t hesitant holding yours back.

“All…All For One..he tried to get the Darkhold..” You gasp out squeezing his hand trying to distract yourself from the pain as Jeanist apologized beside you.

“You said it wasn’t possible that you wouldn’t be able to find one if it existed.” He says shaking his head and wincing himself not used to seeing you in so much pain.

“I thought so too…but I felt it..” You say looking at the sky the barrier keeping you all in this place before you look back at Bakugo and he almost recognizes that look, “Bakugo..”

“No.” He shakes his head, “You said you wouldn’t, you barely got out of it before, and what if Shigaraki gets it.” But the look on your face shows you had already made up your mind.

“Do what!?” Jeanist says confused about what his two interns were talking about, as a hero he had heard rumors of something called a Darkhold but that was history for years before he was even born.

“She wants to get the Darkhold to stop Shigaraki.” Bakugo spits out glaring down at you but you’re already trying to push yourself up despite Jeanist and Bakugo pushing you back down.

“It’s the only way! Midoriya isn’t here and without One For All it’s the only thing that is more powerful than him.” You say getting yourself up on your knees your damaged arm partly sutured resting limply at your side while your other hand starts to glow with your magic though it's changed not the bright red from before but darker with hints of black. You look over at Bakugo who looks conflicted, “Please you have to trust me.” You say and just look at you before the three of you hear a loud explosion and you look forward to seeing Shigaraki stalking towards you. Jeanist stands up coils of cables ready to fight and protect you two.

“Bakugo protect L/n…find it! I’ll try to give you as much time as I can!” Best Jeanist looks back at the two of you before glaring at Shigaraki, “Do you worst, you foul abomination!!”

Your hand shakes slightly as you draw runes as fast you can with one hand in front of you, it glows this new shade as the crown of the Scarlet Witch appear on your head as you reach out into the world searching for it. You can feel your body crying out to stop but you push past. Flashes of memories of your life fill your head, your testing, your father and mother’s warm embrace, your old home, your life at U.A, your training, the festivals, the internships, the battles you fought to make you stronger. You stop seeing a memory of Bakugo the night before you left U.A. the moonlight highlighting his features as the two of you spent your last night together.

“Bakugo…I’m glad to have met you in this universe.” You call out to him and he’s quiet before looking over at you.

“Yeah…you’re not too bad yourself.”

Then you sense it...that energy and you reach out for it. Appearing in front of you the dark energy as the two of you watch the book you were familiar with materialize before you. It floats in front of the two of you flipping open the runes of its magic appearing before the two of you. You pause almost hesitant to take it, the dark energy had your hand twitch to grab it the past memories…the corruption reminding you why you had rejected it. You look over at Bakugo not expecting him to be looking at you the two of you are silent before you just act. You reach over grabbing his collar your lips connecting with his, you feel him freeze and you go to pull away but his hand grabs the back of your head keeping you against him. Electricity rushes through your veins your heart bursting while the tightness in his heart fades. You both pull away taking in every detail of his face while he memorizes yours confused why a tear had spilled from your eye. He quickly wipes it away holding your face feeling grounded for once. Feeling like he could win any fight as long as you were by his side.

“Katsuki…I’m glad to know you in this universe…” You whisper trying not to break down, he nods tightening his grip on you. His heart fluttered hearing his name on your tongue he wanted you to repeat it forever.

“You…you are my dream y/n..” He says holding your face and a single tear slides down his face before he looks past you towards the Darkhold and where everyone was fighting Shigaraki. You glance at the book knowing what you had to do and reached your hand out and take it.

Suneater, Nejire, and Lemillion’s attack had been futile each of them gaining their own injuries.

“Think about it! Remember All Might in his prime? Would something so pathetic…have killed him?” Shigaraki shouts out, “C’mon! Use your heads!” A large explosion came from behind him a bright light blinding them all. Shigaraki looks over confused and appears from the light a girl her costume changed from a simple hero costume to someone of power, an outfit the blonde had seen before. Her arms were held out beside her as she stepped forward the skirt swaying behind her slow steps the crown now physically resting on her head. The blood and injuries still covered her but she was still using her magic with her injured arm. Hovering beside her was a book of unimaginable power that his master had been searching for. This was he was told to fear a being that had the power of spontaneous creation without the need to think or incantation. A power not from this universe, unlike anything they have ever seen. Either to rule the cosmos or destroy them altogether.

“You…” Shigaraki breathes out feeling his eyes twitch in anger, you were up and still fighting and were now truly an opponent. You twist your hands your finger stained with the corruption further up your hand not just the tips of your fingers but the whole digit. The Darkhold disappears before you vanish before him and Shigaraki’s face is hit with the strongest blast of magic ripping his flesh open. You’re right beside the villain who swipes his hand out to strike you but the attack goes straight through your body before you disappear again appearing behind him surprising them all. None of them even Bakugo who had seen the power of the Darkhold saw you like this. This wasn’t just the Darkhold’s power but an awakening in you, this was chaos magic, reality-warping in front of him.

Shigaraki hadn’t felt fear during this fight but suddenly like a memory where you stood was another woman a being of even more substantial power that he’s never seen before. Why was he suddenly panicking?! And he had instantly sent out the largest attack straight at you. You felt fire running through your veins as you felt your body go through overdrive, the chaos magic and the dark magic fueling your body. You felt powerful like a constant high you couldn’t get rid of. It felt addicting and you wanted more and you had completely accepted the chaos of your power and the Darkhold the corruption fueling your body. You bring your hands together ready to give an attack to end this all, to be the most powerful, to be the one to end all wars with your power. If they wanted a fight you would crush them between your hands.

“You…you are my dream.”

Bakugo’s voice fills your head clearing your head for just a moment. The darkness that had taken over your heart cracking..the corruption you had accepted so easily for its power. You thought you were doing this to protect your family for the ones you loved but you felt like a sham. You wanted the power and you felt foolish. With that split second of doubt and the Darkhold’s hold leaving you Shigaraki had struck and you could feel it be too late to counter.

The heroes before you had thought they had a chance…that this battle could be won without One For All before Bakugo saw it. The slight change in your face as you were going to finish Shigaraki, the corruption he had feared had taken over when you had accepted the Darkhold but in that moment whatever it was had made you hesitate and he saw Shigaraki get the upper hand. A cluster of explosions sent him flying over to Shigaraki and you and the others quickly joined in to stop the villain. He felt everything shatter before him when Shigaraki made contact with your chest as he sent one of his strongest explosions right at Shigaraki’s face. You were sent flying across the field bouncing against the ground twice he felt nauseous seeing the large amounts of blood in the air. He saw his old mentor barely catch as Shigaraki pushed them all away he skid against the ground instantly standing up and looking over at where you were with Jeanist.

“We came prepared for today…with a perfect demon lord body, ideal for the final boss,” Shigaraki calls out through the clearing smoke as he stumbles his way over to Jeanist who is frozen standing above you. His heart continues to grow cold seeing the large trails of blood that he knew was yours, “Understand yet? What’s coming now…is our story. The villains’ tale.”

He felt like dying right then and there his legs crumbled under him as he fell before you to his knees as Jeanist was hovering over you tears pouring down his face before he spoke those words.

“Her heart…” He could hear the screams of anger and sadness but he couldn’t say anything but stare at you. You were staring at the sky the right side of your face scarred and bleeding but you still looked beautiful, but what killed him was the large hole in your chest and the blood quickly pooling around it.

“No…no…no you can’t do this.” The words spill from the boy's lips as his hands shake before he lightly cups your face flinching at how cold it was, “Please don’t do this to me.” He doesn’t care if the blood is staining his hands or his hero costume he brings you to his lap holding you in his arms begging you to wake up and his mentor feels weak watching this.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen, we were gonna win…we still have to graduate, and you have to beat me in fights or give those snarky comments, I wanted an agency with you..” Tears pour from his face as he prays to any higher being to have this be a dream and give someone the power to bring you back, “I wanted a life with you..” His voice cracks as his tears clean the blood from your face. The sob that breaks through his throat as he brings close cradling you as he rocks back and forth unable to stop the sobs and screams of pain leave his throat. He keeps whispering under his breath hoping you would wake up to look at him again, to smile at him again, to hold him, to love him...

“You were supposed to be my dream.”

Six Years Later

Katsuki had woken up as he had for the past six years since the war, plagued with nightmares. There had been moments when he didn’t dream that he was grateful but it was rare. He slowly got ready following his routine, shower, brush his teeth, get dressed, and leave for work, he would get a coffee and something while going. It didn’t seem like six years had passed since that day, the war that caused many lives lost and the one he cared for and loved. He had lost you. He could still remember it clearly in his mind before he had no choice but to let you go and join Deku in fighting Shigaraki. His anger and sadness fueled him until they had defeated him having no choice but to kill him. The blood on both of their hands but for the safety of Japan it was something that didn’t weigh him down. All For One had rewind himself out of existence but had down his damage. None of the League had survived that battle all dying in different ways but he didn’t feel any guilt he was glad all of them were rotting six feet into the ground. They took everything from him so they deserved more than just death.

The class had changed when everything was over, they were only children during this war and to see so much death and pain was a lot for many. He wasn’t surprised that many of his classmates did not continue a career in heroism the weight of that war too much. Some did stay and they continued and graduated and like he had said he got his Agency…though he didn’t become the Number One going to the One For All user he hadn’t cared. The number had meant nothing to him knowing he was to go through this life alone.

Work was work, planning patrols with his sidekicks, scheduling meetings for press interviews for morale or public appearances, to working on some long-term missions. While the war had taken the high-ranking villains out rebellion was always going to be there. Following the battle an object had been mentioned having been mentioned by both villains at U.A. and Gunga Mountain. The Darkhold’s history had been revealed and the world had searches sent out to find the book and have it retrieved. Many heroes in Japan mainly from U.A. had rejected the idea of trying to find it. That power was never meant for man and where it had disappeared to was better off missing. He sat at his desk working through some reports when there was a fast pace knocking which quickly annoyed him.

“What?” He called out and the door opened revealing his assistant, “What is it?”

His assistant look like she was going to hurl with the information she had but she quickly spit it out.

“Central Hospital needs you to come immediately…she’s awake.”

Katsuki had never dropped his things so fast blasting his way over to the hospital many things running through his mind. It had been a long and tiring six years alone just waiting for any news whether it would be good or bad. Your organs had been completely pulverized by Shigaraki’s attack killing you instantly. Edgeshot had sacrificed his life using his quirk and body to stabilize your internal bleeding and replace organs and in that moment when they had finished off Shigaraki he heard his old mentor’s voice across the battlefield.

“SHE HAS A HEARTBEAT!”

You had been rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery to stop the other injuries and get rid of the rest of the internal bleeding. Your surgery had been for a total of 13 hours, and your body and genetics had been something many doctors have never seen given the fact that your quirk had come from someone not of their universe. Your genetic material was vastly different to the average human which made modern medicine difficult to use as it either had no effect or the body was rejecting it. Following the surgery when they had finally gotten you stable enough they had to put you in a medically induced coma to allow your body to heal. Your body had completely died to the point where it didn’t seem possible to have brain function but you show active vitals during your surgery and the medically induced coma. They had thought after a few weeks your body would show signs of improvement they had even brought in Recovery Girl and other strong healers but nothing had worked. Katsuki had felt his world died again hearing the news they weren’t sure when you were to wake up. The medically induced coma had become a full coma and when weeks turned to months and then years you had been completely unaware of time passing around you. Your body had seemed to regress where signs of brain activity had been minimal.

Your father had been distraught that his only child had been given a fate worse than death, the doctors had tried reassuring him there was always a chance you could wake up. With that small faith, he dedicated his life to keeping you in the best care, selling stocks, and properties outside of Japan, any retirement funds had been put into your care and when he had graduated and had started receiving money from the Hero Commission he had started paying for the medical bills. Your father tried refusing but the man had been adamant on paying for them.

The hospital staff didn’t even bother checking him in, for the past six years he had been here that he knew your doctors, knew the rotation of nurses that worked on you. His footsteps were heavy and fast and when he reached the door that had your name written on it he paused. His heart had been a heavy weight on his chest, his hand trembled as it reached for the doorknob his grip heavy he thought he was going to rip it off the door. Katsuki took a shaky inhale opening the door stepping into the room. He felt the coldness leave him in that instant, the tightness in his chest release letting him take in a deep breath of air for once, the constant frown on his face soften looking forward. It was just your presence had breathed life back into him. There you were sat up in your bed you were still covered in wires checking your brain activity, others pumping drugs into your body but you were awake your eyes open listening to the doctor your father was right beside you. Those six years of waiting had aged him, hair greying, his skin losing its youth. Katsuki couldn’t blame him he had lost his wife during Jaku and had almost lost his daughter in the final one, the stress and fear that he must have felt should have drowned any normal man. His hand clutches your own as you nod slowly listening to the doctor now even noticing he was in the room. Your father makes eye contact with Katsuki clearing his throat and stopping the doctor who notices the blonde and you were the last one. The air felt trapped in his throat but at the same time, all his nerves and fears had left him when you turned to look at him. The widening of your eyes and the quickly growing smile as you took in the boy who was now a man, the man you had cared for and fallen for.

“Katsuki..”

#mha #mha fic #mha spoilers #mha x reader #mha bakugou #bakugo katuski #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugo x y/n #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x you #katsuki x reader #katsuki x y/n #mha angst #angst #mha fluff #fluff

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so, apparently marvel is in disarray. ahead of the marvels coming out this weekend, variety dropped a bomb on the studio's somewhat dire state of affairs, as the franchise has hit its first real rough patch since the release of iron man 15 years ago. among the issues: jonathan majors, whose domestic violence arrest continues to hang over marvel's plans to make his character the thanos-like heavy for the next sequence of movies, the weak box office projections for the marvels (which some have said is tracking lower than recent bombs like the flash), the unending flood of hashtag content on disney plus which is overwhelming audiences who are finding it harder to keep up with the interlocking stories that have served marvel so well over the years, shoddy visual effects, spiraling budgets such as the reported $25mil an episode for she-hulk, a show that looked terrible because of the shoddy effects work aforementioned, behind the scenes chaos as kevin feige works to slash budgets and kill projects that aren't coming together. one movie at risk is the forthcoming blade reboot with mahershala ali, which has gone through rewrite after rewrite including reportedly one draft in which blade was the fourth lead in, quote, "a narrative led by women and filled with life lessons".

that last line has provided a lot of laughs for people like jay gothicprep, and critics who insist that marvel's efforts to diversify the lineup have led to much of this disaster, indicative of disney's overall failure with things like indiana jones and the dial of destiny or animated projects like strange world or lightyear. while this is potentially true (i guess, it's possible) it doesn't seem true because this certainly wasn't the case when black panther and captain marvel were both cracking the billion dollar mark a few years ago. rather it just seems, more simply, that marvel has run its course. marvel was hit by a double-whammy of endings. the thanos storyline that'd dominated the first ten or so years of the project came to an end. at the same time, the pandemic began and disney plus started flooding the zone with content, creating a natural break point for audiences that had no desire to watch hours of tv to understand 1.5 plot points in whatever the next movie that's coming out is.

this preamble is getting kind of long, and i have a lot more to say, so i'm going to continue to thought dump about this under a cut.

first of all, i'm still laughing like a week later at the women led life lessons description. no one has disputed that it happened. that description is the funniest thing i've ever read in a trade industry report possibly ever. what in the hell, my friends. did a writer even talk to a producer about what blade was? it's a movie about a guy with a sword who kills vampires! it's pretty straighforward! that sounds like something i want to see! there were three of them already, and two of them were pretty good!

anyway, i think you can take that incredibly ridiculous description of a draft that maybe wasn't the main draft – this movie has been through tons of writers and directors – and see some of the real problems with marvel's creative direction, which is that they've stopped making movies that highlight the core concepts of their characters. there are other problems as well, but when's the last time they put out a movie that was like, "iron man. he's a guy in a metal suit and he fights a bad guy." or "spider man. it's a guy in a spider suit with spider powers. he's got girlfriend problems and he fights crime around manhattan and maybe there's dr octopus." they don't do that. their recent stretch of movies have all been these impenetrable multiverse stuff with ties to tv series that you haven't seen and maybe won't ever see. there was a whole 25 minute section in black panther 2 that was setting up armor wars and ironheart. and like. who needs that sequence, which was boring and looked like total garbage? and now armor wars is being redeveloped lol. they've just departed from a lot of the core concepts that powered their earlier films.

they have some other problems. they've leaned into a slate of characters that is not all that well-known or inherently super popular, even for marvel being able to deliver on making billion dollar films out of guardians of the galaxy and such. maybe with the exception of spider man, which they don't get a full cut from because sony owns the actual movie rights. then there's the fact that the streaming series, by all accounts, aren't great but you *feel* like you need to have seen them. they're all real big problems. marvel needs to go back to making movies that are named after a character who's a superhero with a clear concept. guy with spider powers fights crime in his neighborhood. even though those movies got kind of repetitive, they did well enough because they didn't stray too far from the character concept.

i think, too, as a viewer, when you have a studio churning out so much stuff that's not good, you get the impression that the superhero industry feels entitled to your time and entitled to your money while not delivering.

this summer also represents an interesting counterpoint to what's happened with marvel and dc. the sheer amount of stuff that you devote every waking minute to keeping track of the damn things got exhausting and made movies stop feeling like events. this summer we've had barbenheimer and the eras tour, and those have been both big events and felt exciting. barbie was a chance to be campy, oppenheimer was a chance to see something serious and cinematic, the eras tour was exciting for fans of taylor swift who couldn't afford to spend $3k on taylor swift. and they felt this way because they were all unlike anything you'd seen at the movies in recent years. they had a high standard of quality, and going, it genuinely felt like people were there because they wanted to be, not because they were being force marched by a cultural behemoth to be there. you can't summon that same kind of energy for a marvel movie when it both feels obligatory and you expect it to be bad.

it also feels like there's a certain contempt for the audience where it concerns quality problems. i mean, i don't think that this is the intention. marvel isn't saying "we can deliver this stuff that's garbage and people will see it anyway". but one of the things i thought was the most damning about that variety story was the fact that, on some of the marvel tv shows, the final effects were inserted after the shows were released. so if you watched the show on opening night, you probably didn't see the final effects work. the arrogance involved in that is insane. it speaks to a total vanished pride in putting out a good product.

even some of marvel's better regarded films were heavily edited and heavily worked on right until the end, in part because kevin feige would come in and fix things, so stuff would have to get reworked. that's why effects deadlines were super tight and people were always crunching at the very end of this. there was that incredible quote from sam raimi from a couple months before the second doctor strange came out where he was like, "i think it's done but i'm not sure. marvel, they work on their movies until the very end." the director didn't even know if his own movie was locked or not because he clearly wasn't the one making the decisions about what the final print would look like.

that can work if you're making two movies a year and have a supervisor that comes in during the process and says, "i need you to redo this, in this way". but when you stretch that out to three movies a year, plus god knows how many episodes of television, there's no way to do that and make it a high quality product.

an instructive lesson comes from the book "disneywar", which chronicles michael eisner's time at disney. and one of the things in this book was the development and deployment of "who wants to be a millionaire" in america. bob iger is head of abc at this time. the guys making this show do it for a week. audiences love it. it's putting up huge numbers. everybody is excited. it's crushing it in the ratings. and the people who made it wanted to keep doing special week or two week long engagements that people would show up for. and iger was like, "no. i want this every week, three times a week, forever." and audiences got burnt out on it quickly, because it was something that only really worked as a special that ran for a week and disappeared for a few months. that's what the disney plus strategy feels like with marvel.

#i love watching movies with my friends

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Fantastic Rants and Where to Find Them

So, back when the Herbie Porber movies were still being made, Warner Brothers saw the cash cow on their hands and decided they had to lock that shit down as much as possible to make sure they could milk it until its teats were chafed and withered to nothing. To that end, they bought the rights to every book the Terf Queen had written by that point - which included all the Henry Pansley wizard school mystery books, but also two gag books set within the Henry Pansley world: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, which was presented as an in-universe biology textbook for wizard children, and Quidditch Through the Ages, which was an in-universe book of trivia for a fake magical sport.

And at the time everyone with a brain who'd read those two books was shaking their head and thinking how dumb those corporate executives were to do that because, like, those aren't novels or novelas or short stories or narratives of any kind. They are, and I cannot stress this enough, a fake textbook and a fake trivia book about fake things written in a slapdash manner as a cheap gag. They existed for three reasons:

First, to sell something Herbie Porber related at a significantly lower price point than the actual novels so the Terf Queen could get more of that sweet, sweet Scholastic Book Fair money by having something poor kids could buy.

Second, to give a portion of the proceeds raised from that poor kid book fair money to charity so the Terf Queen could get some nice tax writeoffs.

And as a distant third, to expand the world-building of the Henry Pansley setting a teensie bit.

Now, as far as I'm aware, they succeeded at the first two well enough - tons of kids bought those cheap-ass thin as shit paperbacks when I was a kid, myself among them. Well, ok, I only bought Fantastic Beasts and skipped Quidditch because even during the height of my Herbie Porber fan days I thought the Terf Queen's imaginary sport was really fucking stupid and every time it popped up in the books I was bored as shit and tried to skim it as quickly as possible to get to the interesting stuff. I think I looked over the book once in a Barnes and Noble and thought, "Wow, I knew I thought real sports were boring as shit, but it turns out fake ones are even more so."

But back on track - goal number three was... kind of successful, I guess? Like, I don't know if you know this, but bestiaries of fictional animals are one of my big interests. I love a big book of made up creatures, and have collected many in my long life of thirty-four years. And as I said, I got a copy of Fantastic Beasts - technically several, because those cheap ass paperbacks disintegrated if you read them more than once, and I haven't met a bestiary that I haven't poured over several times, no matter how shitty. And despite how often I read it, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them was, well... pretty mid, honestly. It's a book that's 99% world-building, and like all of the Terf Queen's world-building, it's overall mediocre and undercooked.

Like, in pure Herbie Porber style, it's mostly concepts that have been done in fantasy fiction and mythology dozens of times before with no real original spin on them whatsoever, often stripped down to their most recognizable elements alone. There are a smattering of original ideas that are actually interesting an novel, a few more original ideas that have potential but don't seem very well-thought out as is, and then some that are clearly just there to be a joke and are amusing for, like, a second, but also would quickly become annoying if they were given any focus.

I'll give a very me-specific example. As a fan of vaguely medieval european fantasy tropes, one of the metrics by which I judge a bestiary is "How does this handle dragons?" Because, like, I don't know if you know this, but I love dragons a lot, and the sheer variety of dragons in fiction is one of my favorite things in the world. There is a smorgasbord of different dragons a person can choose from just in folklore and mythology alone, and that variety is reflected in a given bestiary, the higher I think of it.

The Terf Queen's bestiary gives us ten dragon breeds... and they're all more or less the same except for scale color and minor variations in size. Oh, and their names, which are all based on different dog breeds because the Terf Queen thought that was funny. It's the worst of both worlds because it gets your dragon-loving hopes up that there'll be lots of unique dragons but no, they're just different colors, ho hum. Even the Chinese Dragon sticks to the same basic bitch wyvern body plan as the rest, when, you know, Chinese dragons have SUCH a different body plan than any of their European counterparts. It's downright insulting to the variety and creativity of this iconic folkloric archetype to reduce it to such a samey-set of monsters. Absolutely the most disappointing dragon entry in any bestiary I've ever read, just infuriating.

BUT, BACK ON THE INCREASINGLY DERAILED TRACK: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them was never meant to be a "great" book. Remember goals one and two: it was a cheap cashgrab, a gimmick, a gag book. It was meant to be a disposable bit of fun - "Tee hee, here's a goofy textbook from this goofy wizard story that you kids will likely grow out of in a few years, you can read it in twenty minutes and not feel bad when you pitch it because there's very little substance to it, and it only costs three bucks."

The Terf Queen doesn't write textbooks, gag or otherwise, she writes novels, narratives, and in its original form Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them was clearly just her fucking around with something whimsical and stupid for shits and giggles (and money, sweet sweet money). The original version of it was published with notes in the margin written by Henry Pansley and Donnie Stoat themselves, the two wizard hooligans writing little jokes and messages to each other with further references to other characters from the series, both to add more humor and because, again, the Terf Queen writes novels, and it was clear she couldn't commit to the "fake textbook" bit without working in some characters riffing it for her own sanity. And that makes it work as a gag book - you get a few laughs from the wizard hooligans playing MST3K with their shitty textbook, learn a little about the (undercooked and poorly thought out) ecosystem of the wizardy world, and then when you reach the back cover the spine of your cheap as shit pulp paperback book falls apart and, unless you've got a weird obsession with bestiaries, you throw the dying book in the garbage without a second thought. Three bucks spent well enough.

BUT, TO GET BACK ON THE INCREASINGLY DERAILED TRACK AGAIN: Warner Brothers bought the rights to this cheapo cashgrab gag textbook, and goddamn it, they were/are determined to squeeze Herby Porber's sore teats until every last drop of money milk spills from his chapped and bleeding nipples. They announced they were going to make a Fantastic Beasts movie towards the end of making the Herby Porber novels into films, and everyone with a brain sat there and thought, "Well, that's going to be a stupid cashgrab. Bet the Terf Queen's laughing her ass off at how dumb it'll be, too."

But the Terf Queen was not laughing, at least not for long, for once the Henry Pansley movies wrapped up, she was left with the horrifying knowledge that people didn't care for her non-wizard books all that much, certainly not enough to keep her rolling in sweet, sweet money. She needed that mega millionaire cash, and she needed it in abundance and she needed it quick. So when Warner Brothers asked her to write a movie based on her cheapo cashgrab gag textbook, she said, "Yeah, I can make a novel out of that! I - I'm a talented writer! People love my writing! They definitely love my writing and they'd love to pay money for things I wrote that don't directly feature Henry Pansley!"

So now she had to pretend that Fantastic Beasts, the cheapo cashgrab gag textbook about made up animals in a made up world, has a narrative. Not just any narrative, but a grand, sprawling narrative, one to rival, nay, SURPASS Herbie Porbie and the Seven Books of Wizard-Themed Coming of Age Nonsense. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, she assured us, was to be a magnificant tale, and one she planned all along, and CERTAINLY not a marriage of convenience to a completely stupid idea for a film that she was desperately sculpting into a narrative it had no ability to support for the sake of trying to recapture her already passed glory days as a writer.

And I think, in retrospect, this is a great illustration of the Terf Queen's great character flaw. She just can't fucking admit to a mistake, even when it's obvious to everyone that one was made. She will hop on board a sinking ship and keep doubling down on trying to get it to sail even as the water is up to her neck. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them is a serious narrative now, not a gag textbook written to wring a few more dollars from school children goddammit!

Recent editions of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them took out the Herbie and Donnie commentary, by the by. They also added many of the new half-baked monsters that were introduced in the movies, in a shoddy attempt to pretend this was the plan all along, and that Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them was always meant to be the seed of something great.

But it wasn't, and no matter how hard the Terf Queen pretends otherwise, it's obvious it wasn't. It's a cheapo cashgrab gag textbook, and that's all it really had to be, until greed and ego demanded otherwise.

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Honestly I think hsmtmts s1 started with very typical idea of Ricky and nini being the boy/girl next door, Childhood friends that date kind of thing. With Gina and ej being the mean, scheming counterparts. It was so obvious from the posters and their costumes. But I guess none of the writers anticipated what a force sofia Wylie would turn out to be. She has a presence that just demands attention. She's the best actress of them all, best Dancer and her chemistry with Joshua is on another level. Plus the character of Gina turned out to have fascinating layers. All this combination outshined nini. Nini and Ricky were originally supposed to be main characters and though Ricky stayed a main character throughout the show, nini, never felt like a main character to me, even in season 1. She was sweet and good and had a straightforward arc that wasn't nearly as interesting as other characters. Plus she had no flaws. Ricky had issues, he had flaws that made him interesting. Same with Gina and ej.

And I feel the same with rini. They were sweet but kinda bland. Portwell were much better, interesting and deserved better treatment from the writers. And rina is rina. Sizzling chemistry. Best ship.

This is no hate to olivia, my problem is with nini. Honestly I completely forgot she was part of this show in season 3 until she showed up in last episode.

I had this in my drafts and I remember responding to it but forgot to post it.

I think the show marketed themselves as very typical Disney in the way that you could kind of tell what narrative archetypes the original core 4 were supposed to be, especially if you relate it to the movies. Nini as the girl next door with so much talent but didn’t believe in herself until she’s suddenly the star of the show. Very girl underdog narrative. Ricky as being her first love and the cute dorky guy that doesn’t put effort but somehow is magically talented, plus the network promoted them as their “Troy and Gabriella” so the audience was supposed to believe they were their rightful successors. Even some of the posters promised that “love triangle” between EJ/Nini/Ricky as a relevant plot and we know that wasn’t the case. And just by the posters and trailer you could’ve guessed Gina and EJ were the “antagonists”. But as I said, it was a marketing tactic because tropes and love triangles sell, and I was also a bit too skeptical but ended up genuinely surprised.

I definitely agree Ricky and Nini’s romance was very bland and I was not rooting for them at all even on Season 1. I found them so cringy, very Disney cooking cutter and they were clearly not right for each other. I was attracted to Gina’s arc from the start so imagine my surprise when she went the opposite direction of what she was marketed as and then developed a way more interesting character arc. However, I do think the show failed Nini because she could’ve been more interesting. I liked her but I agree her arc was too straightforward and a bit too boring at times only saved by Olivia’s voice but there’s a lot of people that still don’t get her arc at all, which is why they still ship her with Ricky even if it was literally against Nini’s character growth.

Funny enough, when I watched 105 I ended up feeling like Ricky and Gina had so much potential and their chemistry was interesting but I wasn’t sure if the show was going to follow that up because it wasn’t very Disney like. Very rare do Disney shows follow the second lead romance pipeline. And I am so glad I was wrong because Ricky and Gina elevated the show by having them develop a very tension filled arc and it did felt very much 00’s coded so I ended Season 1 feeling like they had to go there at one point because it would be a wasted potential. By Season 2, I was sure they were endgame. No questions or doubts. The narrative made it very known and I never doubted that for a moment.

So, PW was just as bland to me, the narrative was forcing them badly with obvious and cringe dialogue. It lacked subtlety, it was very much in your face. As if they wanted you to ship them so hard and were overdoing it. But not even in a good way – there was not care or thought put into their scenes. The music, the implications. It was not done in a way that screamed endgame. And them also being a thing when Ricky and Gina were not speaking was a plot device to keep the endgame in the won’t they/will they situation-ship. I still believe it was a mistake to put them together because it was clear it wasn't going to last and their dynamic worked best as platonic. EJ worked better when he wasn’t put into a situation to be Gina’s plot device. PW was a mid-game ship and was treated as such. The narrative wasn’t hiding it. It was there for Gina to experience her first relationship before she gets with Ricky since their build in narrative has always been about second chances, the right timing and opportunities. I think they deserved a better closure on Season 3, but I am glad they eventually got it on Season 4. However, they were always meant to be a plot device and I didn’t expect anything else from it. The people convinced they were endgame clearly didn't want to see the show for what it was saying.

Rina just had the it factor to me. It was very reminiscent of the old ships in which their story line wasn’t too straightforward and it was told by the parallels and foreshadowing which is a huge factor as to why Ricky and Gina had such compelling arcs individually and together. Ricky being the stability Gina needs and Gina being the person that pushes Ricky forward by taking him out of his comfort zone. They give each other what the other needs and wants. That’s what their storyline has been about since Season 1 and nothing compares to their chemistry. It was undeniable since the start even when some people wanted to deny it.

#i know this is such an old ask #but better late than never #hsmtmts #hsmtmts season 4 #gina porter #rina #ricky bowen #hsmtmts rina #ricky x gina #asks

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Memories: Scream Premiere (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

taglist: @volturi-girl-imagines @dessxoxsworld @camiesully @ethanlandryluver @nowitsmissing @aliciacat20 @gabbylovesreading @nikfigueiredo @itsaaliyah2

The end of 2022 and the start of 2023 were a bit crazy to describe it in a way, from the Avatar premieres, the Critic Choice Awards, Jack going to film another movie and you starting to prepeare for your VFX make up career while doing some campaigns for a few brands

But fortunately, march arrived and with that the Scream VI premiere in New York along with the press tour, and just like in december, the living room was a mess with clothes, shoes, accesories and things like that

"I can't wait to wear this bad girls", you smiled admiring your Valentino red platforms

"Wear your tiara to add more drama", Skeet joked

During early february, a small bussiness sent you a tiara with black stones as a gift, which you loved so much that you bought a crystal clear box to display it in your closet

"Dad, if I wear the tiara, I'm going to enter the list of nepo babies everyone hates", you pointed, "And I don't want that"

"A list like that really exist?", Skeet frowned

"It's unofficial, but it does", Naiia responded, "We're not in there"

"But we made a cameo on the NY Magazine nepo baby article", Jakob said, "That was wild, I printed it and hung it in our living room"

"You sounded like Toto Wolff on that episode of Drive To Survive", you laughed, "I have it, I have it printed out"

"That was iconic", Jakob noted, "I'm still waiting for the day he and Christian Horner have a fist fight, I truly believe Toto could beat the shit out of him"

"Or even better, a fist fight between all team principals", Stutz commented, "I'm betting on Guenther"

"Nah, Guenther would just sit, watch and laugh at the fight", you said, "But Zak Brown could beat some of them"

"This year is the Las Vegas Grand Prix, it would happen", Megan pointed

"Are you seriously thinking about adults fighting each other?", Skeet asked still folding clothes

"Which of them are you betting on?", you returned the question, "If we put them in a cage fight"

"Fred Vasseur"

With that answer, the five of you let out an audible gasp for the unexpected answer due to none of you thought of the Ferrari team principal as a potential winner of the fight

Due to none of you had to do a lot of press for the movie, you only had a shared interview with Jack for 'The Drew Barrymore Show' the day after the premiere, the flight was programmed on early saturday, arriving the same day during the afternoon and being stopped a few times at the airport because of fans asking for photos, autographs and even giving small gifts

During the road to the hotel, on Twitter you saw fan accounts posting about the arrival and insta stories from the people at the airport tagging both of you, at what you liked them and sent them a small message in apreciation for waiting at the airport

Arriving at the hotel, you sent Jack a text saying that you arrived while all of you registered to get the room keys and go to the rooms, on the elevator, you recieved a text from Coco Arquette

Coco 🥥

dude, are you here yet??

Y/N 🔪

omw to my room at the elevator

Coco 🥥

can i go??

mom is doing press and i'm bored

Y/N 🔪

ofc

my floor is the eleven

room 1107

Coco 🥥

omw

"Coco is coming", you informed, "She's bored"

"She's attending the premiere?", Skeet asked

"Yep, she's wearing a red dress, very Gale Weathers of her", you responded

"And you're wearing a black dress, which is very ghostface of you", Skeet pointed

"I know, is amazing", you exclaimed, "And we even didn't planned it, that's the best part"

Leaving the glam team on their designated floor, the elevator continued until it stopped at the eleventh floor where the concierge stepped out first with the cart with the luggage to led you to the suite, where while walking close you saw Coco leaning against the wall beside the room door

"Gale-Dewey", you exclaimed claiming her attention

"Billy", she exclaimed back

Since the two of you met a few years ago, both of you often refered each other as your parents characters

"Hi, I missed you", you said hugging her while the concierge opened the door to leave the luggage inside

"I missed you too", Coco said separating from the hug to enter the room with you, "Hi, uncle Skeet"

"Hey, kiddo, how's it going?", Skeet greeted with a fist bump, "Courtney knows you're here?"

"I sent her a text but they're doing press, so she hasn't seen it", Coco shrugged helping you with your luggage while you went to the small kitchen to grab snacks and something to drink

"I'll still text your mom to let her know you're here", Skeet said

"Dad, we'll be gossiping in my room", you anounced entering into one of the rooms

"Have fun and make sure there aren't any hidden microphones or cameras"

Closing the door and leaving the suitcases next to the closet, both of you took off your shoes to sit on the bed and open the snacks and drinks

"You won't guess who talked bad about me", you said while eating from the bag of Skinny POP popcorn

"Who?", Coco asked taking a sip from her Orangina juice

"Tana Mongeau"

"No fucking way! What did she said?"

"Well, I knew about it because a fan on Tik Tok sent me the clip of her podcast, basically she said that I came out of nowhere, that I was going to take advantage of Jack's fame and then jump into another famous guy, that I will be forgotten or live based on scandals, and that my fashion sense was basic as fuck"

"What the hell is her problem? You have been building your career since you were twelve during Riverdale with the cameos and the behind the scenes videos, your multiple campaigns with brands, you did a GRWM for Vogue a month ago, and she's more known for her scandals, didn't she had a baby she didn't know as a wallpaper?"

"Kylie Jenner's daughter, Stormi, it was so creepy, I'm glad they called her out"

"And please, basic fashion sense? You are one of the best dressed people I know, are you going to respond to her?"

"No, I'm going to ignore her, she doesn't deserve my energy"

"Well said", Coco nodded with a high five

"Anyways, how's it going everything on your side?"

During the next two hours, both of you updated on everything in your lives while taking photos and doing tik toks, which one of them was using an audio from 'In The Heights' from the song 'No me diga', or even from the first Scream

It was after the entry of the night and while both of you watched the resume of the qualifying for the Bahrein Grand Prix, the girls time was interrupted

"Tornado, a package arrived for you", Skeet exclaimed

Leaving what you were doing, both of you got out of your room to walk to the living room to see Jack standing there with a bouquet of flowers in his arms, and with comfortable clothes instead of his press outfit

"Babe", you squealed running to him

"Gorgeous", Jack smiled opening his arms for both of you to merge into a hug, "I'm glad you arrived well"

"I'm so glad to be here on time", you said without breaking the hug

The hug lasted a few minutes during which none of you noticed how Coco left the suite to go to her own not without taking a buch of photos of both of you, and Skeet went to his room

"These are for you", Jack said handing you the bouquet

"They are beautiful, thank you so much", you gasped apreciating them, "I'm going to put them in water"

Going into the small kitchen, with the help of Jack, both of you put the flowers in a vase with water and colocate them in your room

"Is the qualifying from today?", Jack asked seeing the screen

"Yes, ", you nodded sitting at the bed at what he did the same, "Max, Checo and Charles are the top three"

"And the guy that sent you that messages last year?"

"Eleven, and his new teammate, eighteen"

"Last year they got a good result, what happened to them?"

"Their car isn't as competitive as last year, the Red Bull on the other hand, is like a rocket ship"

"Basically a season of hearing the dutch or mexican anthems"

"Absolutely, maybe other anthems with luck, but I still want to see Lewis winning again and his eight championship"

"Abu Dhabi was traumatic"

"The FIA did a mess in the last laps, Mercedes owns him the championship"

"Do you think Lewis could swap teams in a future?"

"I honestly don't think so", you sighed, "Toto and him are close, it's like a father-son relationship at this point"

"Just like Charles and Ferrari, Max with Red Bull, Kevin with Haas, Lando with McLaren, Lance with Aston Martin, Esteban with Alpine, Yuki and Alpha Tauri, and etc"

"Exactly, they all have their favorites"

Still hearing the repeat of the qualifying, both of you organized your things in the bathroom and in the small closet, and after you changed in your pajamas, which were one of Jack's long sleeved shirts which was a bit big on you and comfy shorts, both of you lay in your bed to continue watching the highlights of the qualifying until eventually both of you fell asleep

The sunday, it was a lazy day for everyone, during the morning you and Jack woke up a bit early to watch the race, which started good for Red Bull with a 1-2, and then all the cast from the preview movie and the recent one hang out in the terrace of the hotel, slightly remembering the mini reunions during filming

When the monday arrived, which was the day of the premiere, the preparations started since early in the morning

"Everytime there's a premiere I feel like going to the MET Gala", you joked while the glam team did your hair and make up, "Especially being in this hotel"

"One day you will be there", Nora said while prepearing the dress, shoes and accesories, "Don't worry"

"Manifesting"

"What's the theme this year?", Skeet asked

"Karl Lagerfeld:A Line of Beauty", you responded, "He created iconic moments and looks in fashion, but doesn't excludes that he was a shitty and horrible person"

"What would you wear if you were going this year?", Tessa asked straightening your hair

"Chanel, and tweed", you quickly answered, "With pearls, you can't fail with that, and let's pray that men don't appear in black boring suits"

"Amen", everyone in the room exclaimed

The rest of the glam session continued with small talking and comments about the process of the looks, and scrolling through Twitter

"Guys, we created a masterpiece, again", you concluded seeing the entire look in front of the mirror, "This is not regular ghostface, this is cunty ghostface"

"What the fuck did you just said?", Skeet laughed while getting ready

"I mean, ghostface slays all the time, but this is fashionable ghostface", you explained also laughing, "Can you imagine a MET Gala horror themed? It would be awesome"

When both of you were ready, they took a few photos for social media and you did a few Tik Toks with audios from the movies, including the iconic "please don't kill me Mr. Ghostface, I want to be in the sequel", before going to the lobby and walk in the middle of the fans and paparazzi to the van

"Y/N, you look beautiful", one person exclaimed

"Thank you", you exclaimed in response before getting on the van

Fortunately, the ride wasn't long, so you arrived at the place of the premiere quite early, seeing more fans and paparazzi on the entrance

"Demi Lovato is already here", Rachel informed seeing her phone

"Really?", you asked with excitement

"She was one of the first to arrive", Rachel nodded

"I can't wait to met her", you squealed

Finally getting out of the car, you were welcomed by screams of fans and flashes from the paparazzis, stoping to take photos with them and giving autographs before entering

"How are you feeling the shoes?", Skeet asked while waiting to step into the red carpet

"Surprisingly, they are comfortable", you responded, "Besides, I used higher and pointy heels for the canadian premiere of Avatar, so I'll be good"

When they let you step into the carpet, you and your dad posed together for a few photos until you jokingly pushed him aside to take individual photos, then taking some with Melissa and then going back to take individual photos, until you felt a pair of arms you knew very well circling your waist

"Hi", you smiled turning your head to look at him, "You look more handsome"

"You look more gorgeous", Jack said kissing your cheek being careful of your make up and hair

Taking advantage of the moment, the press took photos and videos, some while you weren't paying attention to them, and then looking at the cameras and doing different poses

While Jack took some individual photos, you went and took some with the girls and also with Coco, before stepping aside so the cast and crew can take the group photo, until you heard your name being called by the cast to join the group photo, at what you trotted to stand between Jack and your dad

"How did you run with platform heels?", Jamine asked

"Dude, I don't know", you laughed

After the photos were taken, it was time for the interviews, the first one with Seventeen and then Vogue, when they gave you the instructions of what to say

"Hi Vogue, I'm Y/N Ulrich, I'm so happy to be here at the Scream 6 premiere, my dress is a Balmain, and I chose it because reminded me of the Ghostface costume, and this franchise has being part of my life since I was a little girl, so being here is so special, and tonight is the first time I'll be seeing the movie, and I hope everyone enjoys it, have a great night"

Fiishing that small segment, you went with MTV, where they gave you a mini mic

"It's a baby tiny mic", you exclaimed watching the mic, "I love it"

"Fisrt of all, it's an honor to be in front of horror royalty, the Ghostface Princess", the girl interviewing you said, "I feel like there's a lot to unravel of your outfit, which is amazing, so can you please give us the whole context"

"Of course", you nodded, "First of all, I have to give credits to my stylist whom I like to call my fairy godmothers because they make this possible, um, the dress is a Balmain which we chose beacuse the sleeves are like the Ghostface robe, and then we wanted to add pops of color red, which ended in the red platforms and my clutch, my earrings are mini bowie knives, the iconic Ghostface weapon, the rings which are from a local bussiness from LA are like the blood spilling and the iconic ghostface mask"

"And your make up is spectacular, I love the eyeliner and the red lips"

"Thank you so much, it's like what Taylor Swift said: 'draw the eyecat sharp enough to kill a man'"

"That's so genius, I love it, and please can we get a closer look at the nails because they are a piece of art", laughing you raised your hands so the camera could focus your nails, "Now that we did the outfit appreciation, we can talk about the reason why were here, the movie, you have a cameo, you met your boyfriend Jack in here, how does it feel to be part of this iconic franchise?"

"It feels like a full circle moment, you know, having seen the four first movies at eight years old, I watched them with dad and he told me behind the scenes, Neve, Courtney, Matthew, Rose, Jamie, Drew are like uncles and aunts to me, having a cameo and meeting Jack was so incredible, so yeah, it's amazing being oficially part of this legacy", you responded, "And also with this cast we are a big happy family, I love everyone"

"What can you say about the movie were about to see?"

"Well, I only was there one day to film my part and never returned to the set, because I hate spoilers", you laughed, "I only known the basic of the movie, and the change of scenary to this big city I think is an amazing concept, and what Radio Silence has done since they took charge of the story is incredible, they are continuing the legacy of Wes and honoring him, which I think is the most important, so yeah the way they create and develope storylines is one of the best thing I've seen, and happy to be part of it"

"Well, thank you so much for talking with us, it's always a pleasure"

"Thank you so much for having me, have a great night"

"You too"

Finishing the round of interviews, you went to the sidelines where you stayed with Anna to talk, and then walking to the theatre with everyone to watch the movie, and grabbing popcorn and something to drink

And after the directors and the cast, in which again insisted that you stand with them for the segment at what you accepted, said a few words about the film and thanking everyone for being present to watch it

"I'm excited", you smiled while the lights started to fade

"Any predictions on who Ghostface might be?", Jack asked

"I let you know after a few minutes of the movie", you responded

Being anxious of your reaction when the reaveal comes, Jack only smiled in a mischieview way

Certainly, you were shocked because the change of style of the openning but in a good way, and then you were mad at Sam's therapist

"There's us", you smiled seeing the small scene

"I'm so happy that I asked you on a date", Jack said in a small voice

"And I'm happy that I accepted", you responded in the same tone resting your head on his shoulder

For the rest of the movie, you resisted the urge to bite your nails, instead holding Jack's hand or arm, and also regretting not being on set for the shrine filming days because of your "no spoilers" rule, and also laughing when Ethan said the phrase 'am I going to die a virgin?'

When the third act started, you were already in tears because all the injured or dead characters that you didn't notice how Jack got his phone out to film your reactions

"Holy shit", you murmured after Wayne Bailey revealed himself as a ghostface, and then the ghostface at his left started to lift his mask leaving you more shocked, at what you turned to look at your boyfriend, "You're ghostface"

"Surprise", Jack laughed

"Oh my God", you murmured returning to watch the movie, only to see Liana's character alive being the third ghostface, "Oh my God!"

Apparently your voice resonated in the theatre because you heard some laughs

For the entire third act you were at the edge of your seat watching how everything was developing, and suffering by the way Ethan died, and then cheering when Sam and Tara's plan worked and the core four, Kirby, Gale and Danny were alright

"My honest opinion of Ethan, good boy and ghostface: it was hot", you said to Jack while the credits started, "You nailed it"

"Really?"

"Absolutely, by the way, please, if your comfortable, can you please call me 'sweet dumb thing'?"

Laughing a little, Jack got a bit closer to you until his face was next to your ear

"Sweet dumb thing", he said in a low voice that made you giggle

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Unlikely Hero

Fandom: The Last Showing

Pairing: Stuart Lloyd & Reader (platonic with hints of something else?)

Word Count: 1,659

Warnings: Non-con touching, hints of a potential abusive relationship (not Stuart)

Author's Note: I imagine this taking place after the movie with Stuart having a plan to try and make another film. Dramatic man that he is. A follow up to Called In for Call Outs.

Tagging: @slashingdisneypasta (hope you don't mind)

It felt a little odd, coming to the theater without being there for work. These days, you mainly watched most of your movies at home. But it had been even longer since you had been on a date. The theater seemed the most neutral and safest location to have chosen. As you looked around though, you began to second guess that decision since there seemed to be a rather thin crowd gathered around. Really, you had thought that there would be more people at midnight shows and special events. Especially after the theater had gained some local notoriety. Too late to do anything about it now though.

Having arrived early, you purchased your own ticket. There wasn't any expectation for your date to have to pay for anything. It felt a little awkward anyway, being a first-time meeting in person. Pushing the thought from your head, lest you end up getting too nervous and bailing out, you wandered around the lobby for a few moments before spotting a familiar face standing around the concession stand. Now, that wasn't entirely usual. Wondering what he was doing, you moved over to greet him.

“Here at Midnight Cinema…” He paused mid-sentence and the bored look gave way when his eyes finally landed on you. There was the smile that you were far more familiar with.

“Evening, Stuart.”

“Well, good evening.” You leaned against the counter a little bit, giving the man a smile in return. It wasn't right, having him behind the counter like this. The theater only ran because of him. Yeah, they had made the transition to basically all digital, something that you did bemoan with him when it happened, but there was still a need for his skill sets. If not projection, at least running everything else. “It is a surprise to see you here this evening…”

“Yeah, a little surprising for me too,” you offered back with a small laugh. “They got you here behind the counter, huh?” Before he was able to say anything in response, someone appeared beside you.

“Hey, I thought I was going to meet you outside.” The voice was enough to cause you to straighten, turning to look at your date.

“It was a bit chilly, so I came in.” Not the entire truth. But, there wasn't any harm in that little white lie.

“Ah, already got your ticket then? Shall we get some snacks?” He turned his attention to Stuart. Your focus stayed on him for just a moment longer. You missed the way that Stuart's smile seemed to slip ever so slightly as your date’s hand rested against your lower back, causing you to shift on your feet enough to pull away some. Too much, too quickly. “How about some popcorn and a soda? Yeah, let's go with that.” He made a motion towards Stuart, as if to get him to move more quickly. Immediately, you smacked at his arm.

“Don't be an asshole. This theater wouldn't be what it is without Stuart. He kept this place running and could with his eyes closed even now. Have a little respect.” His head jerked back, and he looked at you like you had grown ten heads. As if to say that the man behind the counter was simply help and you were both above him. A major strike, something that caused you to pull away some more.

“It's alright, dear.” Stuart jumped in, the smile far more tight than it had been before. The smile that he often gave the manager that was running the theater now. Perhaps a little better than the last young man that had run it but still, completely unaware and unappreciative of the man and his skills. Unhappy. The poor man didn't deserve to be disrespected the way that he was.

“No, it's not. Apologize.” The last word was directed at your date, who opted to roll his eyes and mutter out a rather pathetic apology. That spoke a volume about his character, something that was all but impossible to assess over phone calls and video chat. Treatment of others, especially when it came to others that were in what were typically considered lower end service jobs, spoke volumes about a person. Right now, you were certainly not liking what you were seeing. Stuart set down the popcorn and soda. “Thank you very much, Stuart.”

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The movie itself was enjoyable to a degree. You weren't the biggest fan of horror. But since you had decided on going to the movies, he had decided on which movie. But still, you could appreciate some of the decisions and aspects about it. The problem? Your date thought you would be a little more frightened and clingy than what was reality. Several times, he had tried to get handsy to the point that you had to bat them away. The whole evening was turning into an abundant mistake. This was a huge part of the reason that you didn't bother dating anymore. Because of assholes who didn't respect others or boundaries. Well, ultimately, it was a waste of an evening. There wasn't anything that could make it end quick enough at this rate. The very seconds seemed to tick by painfully slow.

The quiet halls greeted you as you left, seemingly no one else left in the place. He had insisted on waiting until the others had filed out, likely in hopes of getting a little luckier than he had during the film, but you had no interest. Actually, you couldn't possibly have any less than you did. If it wouldn't have been terrible rude, you would have left during the movie.

“Keep your hands to yourself.” God, how many times did he need to be told before he got the hint? A disgruntled sound came from your right, and your space was crowded once more. Apparently, more than just the last hint and the numerous ones before that. Pressure around your wrist pulled you to a stop. Tightening pressure.

“Listen, you've been acting totally frigid all damn night.” Frigid? It was a first date. You were too old to be playing these sorts of games and went to jerk your wrist out of his hold but weren't able to break the grasp. A flash of panic, throat constricting for a second. This was why you had met in public.

“You're kidding, right? This is a first date!”

“Is there a problem here?” You couldn't have been any more relieved than you were right then to hear the familiar voice. Stuart had happened upon the two of you.

“Listen, just mind your own damn business old man.” There would be a bruise minimum as his grip tightened further, now bordering on painful.

“Christ. You are an ass.” The comment spit out before you could help it, now openly wincing at the pain that radiated up your arm.

“I think you should keep your hands to yourself and move on.” Never did you expect Stuart of all people to stand up for you. At that moment, it was nice to know someone else cared. At least enough to try to help.

“And just what are you going to do about it?” Stuart stepped closer, surprising you and your date. Something flickered across his face, the way that his muscles jumped in his jaw. For a moment, the presence of the man that you knew seemed to flee. But you were the only one who picked up on it.

“I suggest that you listen to the wishes of your date and release your hold.” The underlying threat felt deeper, but apparently, your date wasn't buying it. When Stuart's hand flicked to his side, you were shocked to see a gun. Where the hell did Stuart get a gun? That seemed to have finally properly grabbed the attention of the man beside you, though. With one last squeeze, he shoved you away from him.

“Ain't worth it anyway.” Cradling your injured wrist to your chest, you watched him walk off, not realizing that Stuart was moving closer to you. What the hell had just happened?

“We really should get that looked at,” Stuart murmured gently, pulling you out of the daze that you had fallen into. “At the very least, you will likely need it wrapped.” Gone was whatever had come over the man, and he was back to the Stuart that you knew.

“Thank you.” The relief was evident even to your own ears. You wanted to ask him why he had a gun, why he was working the midnight shift, and what had happened, but all the thoughts flew from your brain at that moment. Instead, you leaned into the comforting touch that came with him wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Maybe the gun had happened after the last mess here where that young man had lost his mind and nearly killed his girlfriend and Stuart. That made the most sense. “Remind me to never date again.”

“Hardly think spending all your time alone is how you really want your life to turn out. Perhaps you simply need to do a better job of vetting your candidates.” That brought out a small laugh from you as he led you towards the back and one of the offices. “I'll accompany you to the hospital.” The offer came without any prompt right now. You didn't think you could turn it down. Driving would be a bitch with one hand anyway.

“That would be lovely. I can't thank you enough.” The smile was light, comforting, and familiar. Something much needed after the events of the evening.

“Nothing you need to thank me for,” he hummed as he finished carefully wrapping your wrist. “There. That should at least help until the medical professionals have taken a proper look.” Handing him the keys to your car, you were never more thankful for the friendship that you have formed with the man than you were right then.

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 5 months

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pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader

content warnings: none really for this chapter, mentions of anxiety & depression

word count: 2.5k

find chapters 1-3 RIGHT HERE on: wattpad

summary of book: Jean Kirstein has no interest in girls. He'd tried dating and found himself often bored before the end of the evening. Competing for captain of The University of Trost's lacrosse team, there is no shortage of women available to him but he'd rather be on the field. Unfortunately for him, it's the off season. (Y/N), however, found herself feigning ignorance about her desire to love deeply and be loved even deeper. After her first day at college, her hopes for the school year diminished greatly until she grew to know Jean.

summary of chapter: It’s (Y/N)’s first day at the University of Trost. Having gone through most of highschool keeping to herself, she suspects that college will be just the same. However, she runs into an old friend and discovers that college may not be as easy to avoid people in. (Y/N) begins to suspect she’s going to have a long year at college, thanks to her picking what would be the worst seat in psych class.

note: this is going to be a slow burn with many chapters, i am hoping for at least 30. although this is a jean fic, i will be potentially exploring a connie plot line. this story will contain topics of mental health/illnesses, suicide/death, grief, violence, drugs & alcohol, sex and other sensitive subjects. i will do my best to give you a warning ahead of time.

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of lilacs & lacrosse

chapter 1.) first day

I'd say the funny thing is that I'd say I'd never given too much thought about how I'd fall in love, but that would be too much of an easy lie to spot. Love was all around me. It was in the movies, the songs, it was on the train and in the grocery store. I was frustrated when it didn't come to me in highschool, when a mysterious, pale man hadn't approached me, like the media had taught me. Where was my love and was it worth the wait?

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I've known these people since middle school, of course not every single one of them, but the ones that mattered, I'd known them. Hell, I'd even been friends with them at some point. Why was it so hard now? Was it the fear of saying something silly or more simply, the fear of being less than enough? More than enough?

These thoughts kept me up the entire night before the first day of college. I'd woken up in sweats, in screams even. I told myself, college would be no different than highschool and I'd be alright.

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Beep, beep, beep.

That's it, it's time.

I yawn, my ears pissed off from hearing the never relenting alarm of my phone. Panic filled me.

Why?

I've been settled into my dorm for quite some time, it was nothing special but nothing to be ashamed of either. I pull the blankets off of me and swing my legs over the edge of my bed, which seemed to not want to let go of me, but very well could have been my own reluctance wanting to keep me in place. My bare feet hit the ground and I inhale.

It's just an 8 a/m class, (y/n). Just an 8 a/m. No matter the first day or not.

I tiptoe across the cold, hardwood floor. Opening my closet, I'm surprised at the lack of options for my first day of college, even though I was the one who had done the lack of college shopping. I wasn't going to complain, I'm not the type of person who cared so much about clothing and having the newest things. I was okay wearing clothes from highschool. It's not like anybody would actually notice. A simple outfit would do for the day. A black t-shirt, a pair of ripped jeans, and nothing more, except for a hair tie to keep half of my mess up. And shoes, of course shoes. My black and white converse sat on the floor, under my massive collection of black clothes. Pick me, they called. I grab my sneakers and bundle my clothes under my arm, shutting the closet doors behind me. I slip my choices over me and look in my bedroom mirror. Smoothing out non-existent wrinkles, I can't help but let my mind think. My eyes meet my own.

Was I afraid? Was I confident? Would anyone else be able to tell?

Stop it, (y/n.) You'll get nowhere, I tell myself abruptly.

My clothes are satisfactory enough. There is nobody I need to impress today and I'm okay with that. I'm not looking to make friends, just looking to make it through one class. I look at myself in the mirror, tugging my hands over places I'd hope nobody would look at. My steps to the bathroom are as sad as I'd imagined they'd be last night, trying not to make any sound although I'm the only one who could hear. Makeup bags sit on the white bathroom sink with various beauty products strewn about. I grab my go-to bag and unzip. My fingers fumble in the makeup bag on the counter. Mascara, foundation, eyebrows, lip gloss.

What if they don't like you?

Mascara, foundation, eyebrows, lip gloss.

Who's they, (y/n)? You don't actually really know anybody. Besides, I thought you weren't looking to impress anybody and you were just fine with that.

Mascara, foundation, eyebrows, lip gloss.

My hands tremble with the mascara wand.

"Fuck, shit." My lips part before I know. Dots of black cloud my eyes. In the mirror, I frown. I bite my lip, I'd already fucked up with nobody around. I feel a growing black cloud in my brain.

No big deal, (y/n). Clean it up, it's alright.

I grab a q-tip, quickly turn on the faucet and wet it under the water. I begin to blur away my mistakes. I bring the q-tip up to my face, relentlessly poking at the lingering black marks upon my face.

Go away, go away, I'll be late, I plead.

Eventually, the gods oblige to my demands. My eyelashes, and myself, are happy. My fingers find themselves once again fumbling in my makeup bag for a probably expired foundation. Even though I don't remember the last time I had actually gone and bought foundation, I don't have the heart to check the date, but there's no way I'm going to my classes on the first day without any face makeup. I pour a bit of my foundation on the back of my hand to warm it up before applying it straight to my face. I dip my beauty blender into the cream and bring it to my face. I'm staring straight into the mirror.

Who is this? It's me, idiot. It's always been me. Stop thinking.

I tune out the rest of my thoughts before I finish my foundation. I place the container back into my bag, and dig around for my eyebrow brush. Not like I actually do anything to my eyebrows, but somehow brushing them out creates a false sense of security.

Brush your eyebrows, (y/n), nothing bad will happen today. Oh please, brush your eyebrows (y/n), you've saved the world from eternal damnation.

My eyebrows are clean, sleek, and saving the world from an intergalactic attack. Eyebrow brush back in the bag, I search for my lip gloss. It was nearly a clear, transparent lip gloss but hey if it made my lips shiny, someone was bound to notice, right?

Right.

I'm looking in the mirror, I'm satisfied. My lip gloss is good and the shade of black my shirt is, well, black. No time to reflect on that. I head out of my bathroom, which I am grateful for the fact there's nobody to share it with. I'd somehow gotten lucky finding a cheap apartment I could afford without having a roommate and didn't have to settle for a college dormitory. This, however, did have its downsides. The place is quiet and I find myself staring. My kitchen is missing a sense of home. I shake away the fact and think about what I want for breakfast.

Pancakes? Eggs? Both? Nothing? Oatmeal?

There's no use. I hate the kitchen. I don't want to make anything for myself. I don't want to use any of my good, hard earned money for breakfast. I grab my black Jansport backpack that I purposely left on the counter last night. I would have forgotten it if I left it in my room but I can always count on myself to have a good old fashioned kitchen crisis. I stand in my kitchen, looking around.

I hate this.

I grit my teeth, unsure of how to be a person without anybody else around me. I made the heavy decision that heading out the front door is best for me. My steps to the door are heavy, unchanging and solid. I shut the door to my apartment. The hallway is cold and unforgiving of crimes I've never committed.

I'm sorry, college apartment, I'll never do it again.

Another thing I had gotten extremely lucky with regarding my apartment, was that I could walk to the campus in under ten minutes, five if I decide to really put some pep in my step. Outside my building, the leaves are still green and wanting to hold onto the summer. I stand under the overhang and pull out my phone from my pocket.. The weather app tells me it's 79 degrees, which is typical for the beginning of September in Trost. Maybe even a bit cooler. I pull some earbuds out of the mesh bindings on the side of my backpack. Untangling them is a challenge but the bigger challenge is deciding what to listen to.

[play: To All Of You- Syd Matters]

The campus is bigger than I expected. Maybe it would have been smart to have come by earlier and taken a look. The main building looks like a museum, it's built of brick and there are students everywhere I look. Most people are smiling and walking with a friend. I take everything in as I walk. There's a girl with purple hair sitting at a green metal picnic table, the kind that had holes and people would get their fingers stuck in. Her fingers are free as she dances a pencil across a black notebook. The leaves are blowing and I try not to think about the fact that nobody else is thinking about me. The grass is very green and for that, I am thankful. Nothing is dead. My steps are silent to me as I near the entrance. A boy walks in before me. He is wearing a black sweatshirt with the number nine in white on it. I cannot see his face and he doesn't look back to see mine. He does not hold the door for me. Upon reaching the door, I am cruelly reminded that nobody waits for you. I am alone. The door handle is cold in my grasp. My first and only class today is psychology, because who doesn't love their brain being fucked with at 8 am?

Nostalgia hits my nose when I step inside. It's cooler than it was outside and the lockers are blue. The floor is tiled and white with gray specks underneath my black shoes. Students are leaning against lockers, some people are completely frozen in time and others are bustling. I scurry to the side of the hallway to stay out of the way. I pull my phone out and look at my lock screen that I had previously set to a screenshot of an email reminder from my teacher. My psych class was on the first floor in one of the lecture halls. The time at the top of my phone reads 7:50. I put it back in my pocket and make my way down the hallway. I am able to find the room quite easily.

Nobody stands out to me as I pass through the doorway. It seems to be mostly carbon copies of the same brainless girls who would spew about how they'd change the world with their non-existing compassion. My eyes flicker across the room, trying to find a spot that would be the least painful to sit in. I don't want to sit completely alone in the back but I don't want to sit directly next to anybody either. I found a seat in the somewhat crowded room. It was towards the back but closer to the middle section and it was an aisle seat, closest to the wall with nobody occupying the seat next to it. A girl with brown hair sat just next to the empty seat. I wonder if she made the same game plan as me. I walk up the steps to my seat and sit. Quickly, I turn my head, wanting to see who is sitting with me. I can't see her face. Her head is tilted down and her phone is resting on the desk. She is focused on whatever it is she's doing. I turn my head back and take my headphones out of my ears then unplug them from my phone. 7:59. The professor was not here yet.

"Y/n?"

My head instinctively whips to the right, completely startled. My eyes zooming across the features of the person who called my name.

God, who knows me here? And who was it that remembers me?

Her skin is sun-kissed tan, or maybe it was natural. Blurts of freckles were clinging to her slim cheeks and small, pointy nose. Her hair is brown and brushed out of her face into a ponytail, a few pieces escaping the clutch of the loose hair tie. Eyelashes dark and the bags under them too. I have to peel my eyes away from her face. She's wearing a baggy black shirt and jean shorts. My eyes travel back upwards to look at hers. That's when I recognized her.

"Oh my god, Ymir?" She smiles and tilts her head at me.

"It only took you about, hm..." She looks down at an invisible watch on her wrist. "Thirty minutes."

Ymir and I were friends when we were younger. Actually, we were really close. She was even my first kiss. We used to be inseparable but I grew up and she grew mean. It was when highschool came around that I began to hate being around. She was just cruel to me, to herself, and to others. It was draining to even just exist in her cesspool of hate. Ymir could be sweet when she had wanted to be but it was rare to receive any love or support. However, when she loved me, she really loved me. She'd hold me so tight I was afraid I'd shatter but without her arms around me, I'd have shattered anyway. It was sophomore year when she had met a girl. Meeting Historia was the complete end of us. We weren't in love or anything simple of the sort, but it would have been nice of her to think about me first, or think of me at all.

"I'm so sorry, you surprised me, that's all." I hope my eyes aren't as wide as I think they are. A smirk still lingers on her face. She really was beautiful even after all these years. Ymir put her arms behind her head and stretched a bit. There was a tattoo of a triangle right above the inside of her elbow. I wonder what that meant.

Was it just a triangle? Maybe she had a matching one with Historia. Side note, I completely forgot her and I have matching shitty tattoos, just little stars by our ankles. We'd always wanted to go to a shop together to get professional ones but Ymir's garage was as classy as it got.

"How've you been?"

"Ah, (y/n.) I knew you'd be here, I bet your brainy ass is already psycho-analyzing me." She put her arms on the table in front of us.

Would she ever stop smiling?

"Why are you here? And I've been good, thanks for asking." I don't know if I'm making a playful joke or being snarky.

"I wouldn't mind learning a few tricks to get into people's heads. Besides, this class looked the most entertaining and you're here, so it must be my lucky day." She slides into the seat next to me. She leaned in close to me. "Are you wearing makeup?" This was going to be the longest class of my life.

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Shades of cool- Eddie Munson x Reader

Oneshot: Eddie and Y/N are friends, just friends- the foundations of their friendship built upon years of inferential bonding. Which is why there was no way in hell you would tell him about the embarrassingly long-term feelings you had always harboured for him.

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A/N: Or, in which I incorporate every cliche romance moment possible, I hope you enjoy them as much as I do! Feel free to send in any requests. :)

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Tangle clots of hair drifted precariously into the sink’s basin, the owner of the now-reducing mane grimaced into the mirror; turning his melodramatic gaze towards you and the weapon clasped between your fingers.

The weapon being a pair of scissors.

The expensive kind, the kind women would receive in leather bound sets alongside essential oils and refined combs. The perfect essentials for those armed with the self-confidence of someone with the ability to cut their own hair- dodging the threat of botched ends and diagonal fringes.

“This cut is very overdue Ed,” you clicked your tongue, bunching a section of hair upwards and snipping at the ends as you spoke. A confident attempt to mimic your mothers’ tactics in maintaining her own perfected up-do. “I’m surprised you’ve been able to get away with not tying it back.”

He shrugged, his bared collarbones extracting with the movement. He had stubbornly opted to go without a towel, despite being freshly out of the shower and having one at hand. You were still debating over whether he had done so in order to catch your attention, or even in order to make you feel bad for wrestling him onto the closed toilet seat the moment he had managed to pull on a pair of pants. “Maybe I was avoiding being subjected to your torture, evil woman.”

Snorting, you smoothed out the freshened section of hair, moving around and combing out his fringe. You were met with the onslaught of direct eye-contact, forcing yourself to pull your eyes from his. You and Eddie were friends, not “just friends'', but friends. Despite the feelings you had harboured since he had saved you from the common case of bullying at the ripe age of 8, you had never made a move. Whilst you had soared alone, opting to focus on school and, well, your friendship with Eddie- you were aware that he had dated a multitude of people; whilst it had never evolved into anything serious, his eyes had never once drifted towards you.

Though there were moments.

Moments in which you considered that maybe Eddie did return your long-term feelings. Heated stares, too-long touches, the everlasting care and inclusion he showed towards you even upon the creation of The Hellfire Club- Eddie’s own development of overnight fame within Hawkins High, despite the potential of infamy.

Or, moments like right now. Eddie seated upon your toilet seat, fresh out of the shower and completely topless- tattoos and gorgeous imperfections exposed to your discreetly greedy eyes. Or even you, wearing nothing but a slightly-exposing nightgown; your hair pinned up and legs bare.

You could do nothing but laugh at his previous words, your throat feeling tight with the closeness of his warm front and the possibility of his returned feelings. He cocked his head, furrowing his brows slightly at you.

“Not going to fight back, princess? What’s gotten into you?”

You shook your head, smiling shallowly as you delivered the last cuts to his fringe. “Just tired, I think.”

“You think?” he furrowed his eyebrows further, a potential attempt to read further into your expression. A slight hint of worry marred his features. Though before he could utter a word, you departed, turning away to pack up the hair-cutting utensils and begin your nighttime routine.

“I’m positive, so I think I’m going to head to sleep.”

Eddie rose slowly, clearly confused by your hasty exit, “I thought we were going to watch a movie?”

His puppy-dog-eyes bore into yours, infecting the depths of your soul. The two of you mirrored each other, standing in some unspoken standoff. “Yeah- I just, I’m tired,” you nodded, piecing together the fabricated fragments of your nervous breakdown, “we need to be up for school tomorrow anyway.”

He nodded, his tongue poking the side of his cheek in bemusement, “school tomorrow, sure.”

“What?” you wined, his sarcastic tone clawing into your facade.

“Nothing it’s just-” pausing, he ran his tongue along his bottom lip, “I thought you really wanted to see this movie. I got it on tape for you and everything.”

Wrapping your arms around your figure, you sighed and spun towards your bedroom, unable to meet Eddie’s doe eyes, “I’m sure we can watch it another time, I just want to go to bed, Ed.”

As your bare feet resounded against the carpet throughout your departure, your rapt hearing listened as Eddie followed behind you, keeping a marginal distance as if following a wild dog. As you entered the room and sat upon your side of the bed, you watched as Eddie edged towards his usual side. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong with me?” he laughed, his tone slightly sardonic, “I could be asking you the same question, one minute you're cutting my hair and the next you’re running away from me like I’m the-the devil or something!”

“I didn’t run away.”

“Yes, you did sweetheart.”

“Okay- well, I told you I’m tired. I had a long day at school.”

“Did something happen?”

“No,” you groaned from the depths of your pillow, “just leave it, Ed.”

“Okay,” he grumbled from his now-claimed spot seated against the headboard, his arms crossed in agitation. The position caused the veins lining his arms to pop slightly, the muscles twisting a path from his still-bared chest. “Let me get this straight, you want to watch this movie for weeks- going as far to completely clear both of our schedules for tonight, only to decide that you want to sleep?”

“Yep.”

“Right,” Eddie slid down onto the twin pillow then, covering his chest with your duvet and turning away from you, “Goodnight then.”

Rolling your eyes, you stare at the outline of his back in the dark- the faint constellations of light freckles and the stray curls that had managed to escape your makeshift cut gazed back at you. You squeezed your eyes shut, huffing into your pillow and curling up- ensuring that not the merest inch of skin made contact with his. Though, the warmth of his body prevailed, sinking into your bare legs and creating a buzzing sensation within the air; the static of tension fizzling throughout the room. You hoped Eddie wasn’t aware of the inner turmoil happening beside him, the whole reason for your change in mood being the harsh confrontation of your long-term, and borderline embarrassing, feelings towards him.

You slept sluggishly, your consciousness weighed down by your own stubbornness and inability to express your feelings. Like a normal human being. You weren’t sure if Eddie’s state of sleep had been as inept as yours, he had remained a warm lump beside you between the intervals of sleep; even breathing silently, as if frightened of probing you and causing further arguments.

Well, he remained a warm lump beside you until you awoke for the third time, his arm slung across your waist and his lips at the base of your neck.

You froze, your entire body seizing up and trembling all at once. Eddie snuffled, a warm gust of air caressing the ramrod hairs at the back of your neck. As he breathed, his lips sunk into your neck; a wet spot forming in their place.

Holding your breath, you squeezed your eyes closed- listening out for his own breathing pattern. Eddie was asleep, he had to be asleep. There was no way he was macking up against your neck right now, especially after the awkwardness of the previous night. You had to make a move now, you had to get out of the bed and make a hasty escape as soon as possible.

As you shifted, the press of his bare chest and nipples rubbed against the back of your thin nightgown, a groan eliciting from his mouth as your backside grinded perfectly against well-

Against his cock.

If he was going to wake up at any point in this affair, it would be now. You opted to leap out of bed, enacting a hasty escape from the suddenly-too-hot room and into the hallway. Pressing yourself against the wall, your chest rose exasperatedly as you listened to the sounds of Eddie waking, the short stretch of his arms and the twist of the bed sheets conveying confusion.

“Y/N?” he called groggily, “What’s going on?”

“Uh-” you replied clumsily, walking towards the bathroom, “I think it's that time of the month I just had to check.”

The sound of a body collapsing into bed resounded throughout the hallway, tracks covered. “You need anything?”

Ever the knight in shining armour, “No,” the smile was prevalently evident in your voice, “I think it was just a false alarm, I’ll be fine.”

“TMI.” he groaned, the sound of a pillow hitting his face could be heard.

“Damn Ed, I’m surprised you aren’t interested in the inner workings of a woman’s body, since you’re usually so obsessed.”

A pause, “and what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I- ''you froze, what did you mean by that? “Well- you always seem to have a revolving door of girls, I would know.”

He laughed, you listened as he rose from the bed and stalked towards the bathroom, “you would know? Y/N what has gotten into you?”

You shrugged, turning to occupy your hands by arranging your hair.

“Is this to do with what happened last night?” he continued, leaning against the door frame and crossing his legs, “have I done something to upset you?”

“No.” you mumbled stubbornly, refusing to meet his gaze.

He nodded, poking his cheek with his tongue- a mirror of his antagonised expression the previous night, “Okay. Well ever since you cut my hair you have been acting real crazy, so what the hell is going on?”

He was right. But he couldn’t know. The intimacy of cutting his hair, standing mere inches from him had been too real. A teasing glance at what you couldn’t have, the possibility of him raising his hands to your hips as you sunk your fingers into his hair, clambering into his lap as you would forgo cutting his hair for making out. You would never have any of that, the foundations of your friendship were too deep for you to suddenly blurt that you wanted him to stop seeing other people, to be more than just his strictly platonic best friend.

“Nothing,” you resumed your stubborn tone, “I need to get ready for school.”

“Y/N-” Eddie groaned, righting you in place by grabbing you by the shoulders, “I’m sure school can wait five minutes, please just tell me what’s wrong.” His eyes were sad now, curving at the edges as his mouth and brows followed. You closed your eyes, avoiding the hypnotic aura of his gaze and escaping his grasp.

“I need to get ready for school,” you paused, turning towards him before you could completely walk away, “and so do you.”

Later, tucked into the furthest corner of his truck’s passenger seat- you and Eddie sat in abject silence as he drove; unspoken tension thick in the air. For him, it was probably a major case of confusion. But you were aware of every movement, the slightest tightening upon the wheel, the shift of his leg, the rustling of his denim jacket.

Every breath, every single movement.

This was your torture, why did this have to suddenly happen? You had survived years successfully ignoring your feelings, kicking them to the side and further burying them into the depths of the Earth. You had managed to dismiss every touch, every smile, every laugh.

But now? It felt like you would explode at the slightest touch.

“Hey, princess?” a heated, slightly calloused hand made contact with the stretch of thigh beneath your shorts, “we’re here.”

You leapt from the car and his touch, snatching your bag and running a hand through your hair- an attempt to appear feasibly sane despite the rewinding of skin-to-skin contact within your mind. “Yeah- I see. Great.” he stared at you sceptically, “okay well- I’m going to head to class.”

Ignoring his confused calls, you marched towards the school entrance; intertwining yourself into the crowd without looking back, an efficient way of avoiding the most adept attackers. Your backpack bounded against your back as you bee lined towards your locker, groaning into the cool metal as you reached it.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing?”

“Harrington,” you turned, meeting Steve’s bemused gaze, “what the hell do you want? I thought your days were devoted to prowling the hallway for ‘babes’ these days.”

He laughed, leaning against the locker beside yours; cocking his head slightly, “that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

You snorted, cringing slightly as the two of you broke into a fit of giggles, “in your dreams, Harrington.”

“True, true.” he grinned, though his gaze quickly turned sincere, “But, what actually is up? There’s no way you had your face pressed against your locker for the fun of it.”

Your eyes sunk to the curling of your fingers as you rested your back against the locker, “Eddie.”

“Ah. Who’s that asshole dating now?”

You punched him in the chest as he clicked his tongue, presumably shaking his head at the ongoing turmoil of your situation, “No, no. It’s not that I just- can’t do this unrequited love thing anymore.”

“Oh, so it’s love?”

“Steve.”

“Come on Y/N,” he sighed, ruffling his hair as he eyed the others in the hallway, “you know what I think.”

“Go on.”

“You need to tell him.”

Shaking your head, you spun to open your locker- inputting the combination and retrieving your books, “didn’t you literally get rejected? By Robin?”

“Yes,” he gritted, sauntering beside you as headed towards your first class, “and that turned out fine, our friendship hasn’t been affected at all- believe me.”

“You don’t get it Steve, me and Ed have been friends for years. There would be no coming back from a love confession, especially one of my fervour.”

He opted to roll his eyes, throwing an arm around your shoulder, “well, if all goes terribly I’ll always take his place as your best friend. As long as you don’t tell Robin, that is.”

You laughed, throwing your head back and posing a slideshow to other students- the majority of them eyeing Steve’s arm around your shoulder. “Thanks Steve, you’ve made me feel way better. Seriously.”

“Better enough to tell him?”

“Hell no.”

As the two of you strolled down the hallway, multiple areas of your bodies intertwined- a set of eyes eyed you from his spot at the end of the hallway, his grip on a petrified freshmen loosening as his entire body went slack.

“Hey- try not to force yourself on to loverboy too much!” Robin jeered as her and Steve separated from you, earning them a swift middle finger and the shake of a head.

Your day had continued as normal, though your direct efforts to avoid Eddie were becoming obvious. On multiple occasions you had turned the other way in the hallway, opting to take the longer route in favor of avoiding having to speak to him. During lunchtime, you had raptly avoided his stare from his spot at the head of the Hellfire Club’s table- his performances seemed more desperate, his voice louder and movements more pronounced. Steve had joked that he was trying to catch your attention, both his and Robins’ gazes flitting between the two of you. Meanwhile, you had stared determiningly down at your food, directing the conversation towards anything else and pretending you weren’t listening to Eddie’s every word.

He had not been successful in directly approaching you yet, though you knew it would only be time. He knew where you lived after all.

As this thought crossed your mind, you felt yourself being dragged into an empty classroom as a hand clamped upon your mouth, silencing any noise. You thrashed kicking your legs as you felt yourself being dragged into the room and deposited into a chair. As the blackening within your vision cleared, you watched as a figure stalked towards the door and turned the lock.

“What the f-” the figure returned, shushing you and crouching in front of you.

Your attacker appeared to be Eddie, his hair mussed and clothes slightly askew, this was due to your defensive attack though no explanation posed itself for the stress lining his gorgeous features.

“Why do you look upset?” you spat, glaring at your best friend as he stared resolutely into your eyes, “I thought I was about to be kidnapped.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You froze, fear creeping up your throat as you processed his words. “Uh- I- tell you what?”

“You and Harrington.”

You breathed, the statement easing your fears in a twisted way- he didn’t know.

“Me and Harr-” you gasped, shaking your head in confusion as the actual meaning of his words settled in, “what the hell are you talking about?”

Eddie cleared his throat, his features angry, “don’t act stupid, princess. If your little boyfriend isn’t comfortable with our friendship, you should’ve just told me.” he continued at your confused gaze, “you didn’t need to act all crazy, if we shouldn’t be friends anymore just grow a pair and tell me, I’m a big boy aren’t I?”

“Eddie, what?” you stuttered, “what gave you the impression that me and Steve are together.”

“I saw the two of you.” he sniffed, chewing the corner of his lip as he avoided your gaze, “laughing and wrapped around each other in the hallway earlier- it made sense as to why you’ve been acting so weird and avoiding me all day.”

He whispered the next sentence, turning away from you and laughing to himself, “and to think I thought you liked me back.”

Immediately you shot up, gaining his attention as you breathed heavily, “Ed, me and Steve are not together!” you were frantic now, crowding into him as the shock at his words almost choked you, “just friends, nothing more.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

He sat down then, sighing as he settled into the chair- his gaze warming as he stared at you, “you heard what I just said, didn’t you?” he wiped a hand over his face, hiding his eyes beneath his hair, “hey. I- if you don’t like me back I get it I mean, you see me as this complete man whore but I promise you Y/N, I only ever did anything with them to get over you and it never worked, never. All I could think about was you and I usually end up being a complete dick to them. And I-” he paused, shaking his head and beginning to stand up; supposedly seeing your silence as an answer despite his rambling monologue. “I’m gonna go I- just know I’ve always loved you Y/N.”

He turned towards the door, shrinking into himself as he headed towards it. Though, before his hand could make contact with the doorknob you grabbed him by the shoulder- manhandling him to face you and pressing your lips to his. He responded immediately, cupping your throat with his hands and slipping his tongue between the seam of your lips. You dug your hands into the curls of hair at the base of his skull, stumbling slightly as he pushed you backwards and up onto the nearest desk. The two of you separated, sharing frantic gusts of breath as he settled between your open legs and sunk to press open mouthed kisses to your neck, cupping your thigh and groaning into the damp skin of your throat.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he mumbled between kisses, his fingers toying with the hem of your shorts as you wrapped your hands around his neck; nodding as a haze formed within your mind.

Though as the shock wore, your amusement rose as you became increasingly aware of the bizarre nature of your situation. You laughed, pressing a hand to your mouth as you let out an embarrassing squeak. Eddie froze at the sound before breaking into a fit of giggles, collapsing against your chest and completely letting go.

“I never imagined our first kiss would, well, be in a dingy school classroom.”

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie rose, smirking at you with swollen lips and ruffled hair, “what did you have in mind, princess?”

You shrugged, biting your lip and swinging your legs slightly, “I don’t know, a moonlit picnic? A hidden rendezvous in the cinema?”

He kissed you swiftly, cupping your cheeks and smushing them together, “how about Friday night, sweetheart?”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things s4 #steve harrington

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