#these super villains are indeed super g-

[skullsemi]

Their love language is discussing which costume they'd use to rob a bank (true love)

#my art #darkwing duck #quackerjack #megavolt #quackervolt #these super villains are indeed super g- #also these boxes did not hold them up #they fell right after this #disney

[miryum]

Foundling Villa- Chapter 6

Royal!Charles Leclerc x Reader. Princess Y/n is arranged to marry Prince Charles. There will be many ups and downs that the author hasn’t planned out yet, but read along to find out more! (Yes, I know that sounds super cheesy) Warnings per chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!

Tag list: @notleclerc @sunsumonner

Warnings: swearing, open talk of sex, smut (but not in the sweet way you’re thinking of. A better, sweeter smut scene will come later)

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“There you go,” Prince Charles mumbled, opening the door to his room. Tucked into the right corner was a large desk in which you could see scrolls of parchment laid out, held down by little figurines. On the left were two doors, one you knew was a bathroom, and the other was partially opened to a massive closet. A third door sat on the right side of the room, angled by a fireplace with a couch and a dark, soft rug. “It leads to your room.” Prince Charles pointed to the door. “They want married couples close by. Though I believe your room will be empty most of the time.” 

“What are you implying?” You glared at him, wondering if he meant that you would be spending most nights by his side. 

“Your sister told me about a villa.” Prince Charles shut the door and leaned against it. 

You peeked back at him, flushing. You didn’t know Prince Charles had found out. But your eye caught something else. “What is that?” you asked, pointing to the wall behind him.

Prince Charles was the one to blush this time, stepping over to join you gazing up at the wall. “It’s you. I thought I should have a painting of my wife.” Indeed, there was a small painting of you in your royal gowns hung on Prince Charles’ wall. It was outlined with an ornate frame. It was one of the few paintings where you were seen smiling. The painter had brought in Ralph to make funny faces at you and joke around to get a genuine smile from you. Clearly, it had worked. 

Before you had arrived, a servant had brought in three paintings, one of you in all of your heavy regalia, one with your entire family, and the one that was on the wall now. “I liked your smile,” Prince Charles said. 

“Thank you.” You walked over to his desk, ignoring the large bed in the middle of the room. “Really?” You curled an eyebrow up at a list that was laid out. It was a letter written in your sister, Kaitlyn’s, familiar script. “When did you communicate with Kaitlyn?”

“I wrote letters to all of your family members,” Charles said. “I wanted to connect with them.”

Prince Charles, you scanned over the letter. 

I’m very pleased, yet surprised to hear from you. I apologise for not being able to come to the wedding. I’m excited to see my little sister get married, especially with the prince of Enza. You asked for my suggestions and input on how to charm Y/n, but there’s little I can say. Y/n is a wonderful, kind, and smart lady with a tough shell. All you need to do is try to crack it. If you wish for brutal honesty, I shall give it. She doesn’t want to marry you. She never wanted an arranged marriage. Y/n wanted to choose her husband through love and hope, not through treaties and flat compromises. At first, she’s going to be phlegmatic and apathetic, and you have to be patient. If you come on too strong or harsh, she will clam up the moment you step into the room. I know it will be hard, particularly with our lineage. We were always handed things on a silver platter, but Y/n will slowly come to you on her own. She is something you can not force. 

Think of my sister as a silver fox. She’s whip sharp and elusive. She’ll stake you out for a while, and if she deems you trustworthy, then she will come to you. However, if you try to go to her, she’ll run away, not before biting you. 

What am I writing? You could practically hear her giggles. I’m making her sound like a villain. My sister is not a villain. Once you manage to catch the fox, she will stay by you until the ends of the earth and protect you with all her might. Do not let her go. I am putting my trust in you to take care of her. My sister is not one to let her needs be known. Read between the lines, Prince Leclerc, and one day I expect to see you and Y/n make a very happy couple. 

Best wishes, 

Princess Kaitlyn 

You felt a mix of betrayal and pride. Who was your sister to expose you like this? She had no right. Yet it was sweet to hear what she thought of you. Kaitlyn had always been able to worm your secrets out of you, something that made you impossibly close to her. She was an empathic and true soul, so you knew she meant what she wrote. 

“I’m trying to take her words to heart,” Prince Charles said. “I want to take this slow. I want to build up a relationship, not just force it upon us. So please, tell me about this villa.”

You sighed and sat down at his desk. Your dress bunched up under you. “I bought a house on the outskirts of Enza. It’s on Williams’ border.” Charles made a noise of acknowledgement. “I was going to move in after tonight.” You cleared your throat, saying, “I didn’t want to be stuck at the palace. I’m going to employ a small staff. It has an expansive field behind it. I’ve already got a stable master. His name is Lando.”

Charles felt a sudden, surprising pang of jealousy towards his man he had never met. You would be spending more time with a stable master than your husband. “Would you be living alone?” Charles asked lowly. 

You looked down. “I have yet to decide.”

“Is there anything I can do to urge you in a decision?” Charles felt like a small child, asking for hesitant permission. He had never been as tentative or timorous. 

“Yes,” you stood up suddenly. Your heart started pounding and you walked towards your new husband. “Have sex with me.” 

“Pardon?” Charles’ face heated up. What were you talking about? Just at the prospect of it, he felt himself twitch to life. He licked his lips and swallowed in order to try and rein in his emotions. He noticed you glance him up and down. “Why?” 

“For three reasons,” you stated. “First and foremost, it’s our wedding night and we must consummate the marriage. Second, do you honestly think that the wedding date was picked randomly? Prince Charles, sorry to be so improper, but I was bleeding a couple days ago. They want me to be suitably able and feeling like creating a child.” Charles’ eyes widened and he stared at the ground. “And third, I would like to get it over with.” 

“Excuse me? You want to get it over with? What does that mean?” 

“Can you please help me?” You turned around and gestured to the back of your dress. “I can’t get it off myself.” 

“Um, sure.” Charles paced forward. He started at the very top and unclasped the first button. There was a long line to go; it stopped just below your hips. Charles wanted to curse whoever decided that the more buttons, the better. “Could you explain your wording, please?” he asked quietly, continuing to unbutton your dress. Everytime he popped a new one open, a bit more skin was revealed to him. It was like you were trying to tease him. 

“I want to get it over with,” you repeated. “I’m normally not this crass, but I just need you to fuck me and be done. I need to get it out of the way so it’s not this event that looms over me, and I never know when the storm will hit.”

“Do you want to fuck or make love?” Charles clarified. His hands retreated from your back. You tried to struggle out of it, but were trapped by the confining fabric. You huffed and squirmed in the dress. 

“Is there a difference?”

“Very much so, yes.” His eyebrows rose. He thought every girl knew the difference. But he knew you had no experience with any of this. For all he knew, this was the first time you had talked openly about sex. 

“I want to fuck,” you decided. 

“Then I won’t do it.” Charles shook his head and went back to unbuttoning your wedding dress. 

Your shoulders slumped. “I understand why you won’t, but why can’t you grant me this one wish? I want to do this so the anxiety and foreboding of it all disappears and I know what to expect. Then, afterwards, maybe I’ll be able to enjoy it.” 

“Your first time should be meaningful,” Charles objected. “You should feel a connection with the person; a loving feeling that you both share. A moment of trust.” 

“Well, I don’t have any of that with you!” you cried out. Charles stepped back at your outburst. You finally had enough room to shuffle out of your dress. Charles couldn’t help but stare at your back, but managed to look away as you revealed your legs. You kicked off the garb, leaving you in your undergarments which consisted of a corset and stockings. “Oh, damn it! Prince Charles, could you also unlace my corset? I’m assuming that the position of the unattainable ribbons are on purpose.” 

Charles exhaled and shrugged off his jacket. He felt severely overdressed compared to you. Now in a loose tunic and pants, coupled with shined buckled shoes, he tried to unravel your corset, silently wondering why women’s clothes were so complicated. “Fine, I will complete our royal duty.”

“And I thank you for that.”

The sex was, in retrospect, uneventful. There was no kissing, no foreplay, and no touching other than what was required. Hell, Prince Charles still had his tunic on. Like you wanted, he was only fucking you. There was no love involved. 

You were awed by this new feeling you were experiencing, but knew it could be so much more. It was as if you were a locked door and Prince Charles held the key, but you were forcing him to sit back and watch the door, hoping that it would open without his interference. 

Afterwards you were filled with want and the inkling of euphoria, but you would not allow yourself to trust Prince Charles to help you achieve the full feeling. Your legs sore, you fell asleep on the far side of the bed. 

Charles stayed awake late into the night, sitting on the couch and staring at the fireplace. Every once in a while, his eyes would flicker to your portrait or to your sleeping figure. He was stunned at the difference. Your painting seemed lively and enthusiastic. He hadn’t seen you smile like that because of him. Charles wondered if he was the reason that you hadn’t smiled. If you were betrothed to a better, kinder prince, would you be smiling for him?

Would you ever smile for him?

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[phantomskeep]

For those who want an update on Putting the "Fun" Back in "Funeral" - chapter four is nearly done! Just writing the last POV now. Chapter 4 should be about as long as chapter 3 (maybe even longer? It's at 6.8k right now and Jason's pov is going to be pretty lengthy) :D

For now, have a WIP since I missed Wednesday! Some parts are beta'ed, some aren't. If you notice any mistakes please let me know! :)

(The "..." means scene break. I kinda just grabbed random parts from the doc and slapped 'em in here hehe)

Excerpts from Putting the "Fun" Back in "Funeral" Chapter Four: Welcome to Gotham's One-Stop Shop for Villainy

...

Danny gave an involuntary awed noise. “So you guys have heroes here, too?” A dark tendril of smog wrapped around the back of the couch, resting gently against Danny’s neck.

The idea of having other heroes around was something that greatly appealed to Danny. Being the lone super-powered protector of Amity Park for so long took its toll on the young man, even with his human companions. It just wasn’t the same, being the only one with advanced abilities. He had to take the bigger hits, he had to be the one to save his friends if they got into too great of a bind, he had to be the one to try and take on the burden of Amity Park alone when they all went off to find their place in the world. With great power comes great responsibility, after all. And being the Ghost King? Well, Danny had more than enough “great power” to spare.

The thought was just as sobering as it was exciting. Other heroes, super or not, meant that there was something to have caused those heroes to come into play. Some great villain, or a world-ending disaster, or even large crime rates. Lady Gotham only said criminals, though, so maybe there were no supervillains Danny needed to worry about.

“Yes. In fact, there is a large society of both heroes and villains.”

Well, it was a nice thought while it lasted.

“But many of the aliens you were so excited to hear about are among those heroes.” Gotham continued, not noticing Danny’s sudden mid-afterlife crisis. “There is the Batman, who is one of the founders of the Justice League. Superman, Wonder Woman, the Flash, Green Arrow, and many others are all part of this superhero society - the Justice League.”

“Okay,” Danny was desperately trying to keep up with this sudden information. “So, Batman is a super-powered dude who helped to start an entire squad of superheroes?”

“He has no powers. The Dark Knight is just a man, same with Green Arrow and many others. They simply are able to keep up with the aliens, gods, and metas.”

Danny paused, taking in a breath. He touched his fingers together, pressing his palms flat. Another breath was taken, this one deeper than the last. With every ounce of teenage angst he still had within him, Danny lifted his hands up together to rest against his forehead before bringing them down in an arch that would have made Sam proud. “What the fuck.”

A laugh rolled from Gotham’s form, his guardian sneakily tightening her protective hold on him. “What the fuck indeed, Little One.”

“Okay, okay-” Danny’s voice cracked with indignation, “So regular everyday humans fight supervillains and are able to keep up with gods? And super-powered aliens?”

“Yes.”

“And one of those humans - who named himself after a bat - is the sole protector of your lair? Besides yourself? And he doesn’t let any of his superhero friends help him?”

“I never said he worked alone. Though, for a long time he did not have any help.”

“Lady G,” Danny said again with exasperation. “I repeat: what the fuck.”

...

Gotham huffed, “Because, quite frankly, there are magic users who know about your coronation. Any being with ties to death - through magic or dying or any other way - heard the Song of Ancients as you took the crown. It will not take long for your influence over the Realms to reach here, and when that occurs they will know.”

“And then the jig is up?”

“Yes, then the ‘jig is up’.”

A loud groan left him, frustration causing Danny to get up and pace. “So, what? I just go around and snatch everything while invisible? Or in the Kingly gear? Wouldn’t that just give everything away from the get-go?”

When Gotham didn’t respond, the young man turned to face her. The City Spirit was staring at him, not saying anything.

“What?” He finally asked when he couldn’t stand it.

“You can change the outfit of your form.” She stated. “Did you not know this?”

Danny let his silence speak for him.

...

It took flipping through old news channels, trolling internet forums, random fan blogs, and even watching a few interviews of various heroes for Danny to get a vague grasp of this new reality. There were some heroes that he couldn’t get a full view of - the Batman being one of them. All he could find were grainy photos of the hero and hints that he wasn’t the only hero in the city.

Which would make Danny’s job a bit harder.

During his deep dive into this dimension’s cultures, Danny flipped through the little journal Clockwork had gifted him. His mentor’s steady handwriting listed out the various artifacts he was going to need to find as well as their general location. Many of those artifacts, after using his shiny new high-tech computer to look them up, were located in public places or stored in secret, secure facilities. Yoinking the public ones wouldn’t be too much of an issue for Danny - his abilities would make it rather easy to avoid detection, after all - but he had no idea what a “Fortress of Solitude” was. Or even something as vague as “The Watchtower”. Seriously, some of these places sounded weird.

But others had cities listed out. Star City was obviously a town, he knew where Gotham was (duh), and even places like Themyscira were easy enough to Google. It was with this brilliant deduction that led Danny to believe some of the weirder names weren’t attached to a city at all which was rather worrying.

Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on who asked) Clockwork wasn’t one to steer Danny in a direction the old ghost knew wouldn’t work out. So with a healthy dose of blind faith, Danny chose to focus on whatever artifacts he could easily access for now. This meant Danny spent a decent amount of time casually scrolling through museum articles, even more blogs, and whatever else he could get his grubby little hands on. Honestly, it made the Ghost King feel like he was back in highschool trying to desperately write an entire research essay the day it was due.

The first item on Danny’s newly named “List of Shit I Need to Steal” was an item called the Hand of Greed. According to the Gotham Museum of Natural History’s website, the Hand of Greed was a statuette found in an Ancient Greek city. There were some general facts about when it was found, who discovered it, and how it came into the Museum’s care. The Wikipedia page elaborated more on the lore behind the dark statuette, though.

According to random people on the internet, the Hand of Greed had been found by Ancient Greek farmers after a lightning storm in a graveyard. Which then led Danny to a dead end on his brief dive into detective-ing, something his growling stomach was happy to see.

...

Jason landed hard on the roof across from the museum, rolling into a light jog as he shook off the pain racing through his knees. He could see the top of his targeted building, stopping at the edge of the rooftop he was occupying to try and get a better view.

He needed to figure out what caused the alarm to trip on the building in the first place. It didn’t seem like the type of area one of the usual Gotham Rogue Gallery would target for any occasion. Maybe Catwoman, but Jason didn’t know of any jewels in any exhibit that she would try to steal. “Oracle, this is Red Hood.”

“This is Oracle - go ahead, Hood.” Barbara's voice filled Jason’s ears as he kept a moving eye on the building across from him.

“Do you have any information on who might’ve broken in? I can’t think of anything Catwoman would try to get her hands on.”

A thoughtful hum came from the other side of the transmission. “I’m looking at the CCTV footage now. The person who broke in is still inside, and appears to be wearing a dark outfit along with a white hood. White accents as well - whoever it is, they’re not one of our usuals.” 

Jason cocked his head, body lighting up with adrenaline. “Roger, going in now. Might as well figure out who it is.” Aiming his grapple gun towards a secure part of the museum’s building, he triggered the mechanism with a satisfying pop and whirr. With a practice ease, he jumped off the rooftop, soaring above the late-night foot traffic with a small thrill. His shoulder protested the movement, still sore from the earlier tussle Jason had gotten into. 

...

Hope you all enjoyed the sneak peak! If everything works out in my favor, chapter four should be up by Monday or Tuesday :)

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[crusherthedoctor]

Get a Load of Traits - PART 2: Dr. Eggman

It's that time again, folks. Time for another analysis you didn't ask for.

I explained how the setup goes with my previous installment revolving around Sonic, but to recap: for the sake of not dragging things out too much, I’ve decided to keep it all thematically consistent by sticking with 9 main points per character, in terms of what I personally consider the highest priorities for each of them. These will usually not be listed in any particular order of importance or relevance unless stated otherwise, and while there may be other major traits that might not get mentioned (in which case, feel free to bring them up yourself if you see fit), this keeps things simple and focuses on the points that have the most flexibility with how much of the character they encapsulate.

It should also be noted that these posts are made with the game portrayals in mind, because the games mark the core of the franchise, and as such, they objectively contain the purest essence of the cast. Adaptations generally like to play by their own rules, some more gratuitously and inexcusably than others, and this will inevitably crop up with certain entries. All that being said however, I’ll attempt to stay focused rather than devolve into another rant about this adaptation or that adaptation, only directly referring to them if I feel it’s necessary for the point being made.

Anyhow, for today’s installment, the spotlight shines on everyone's favourite villain that they pretend isn't a villain: Dr. Eggman.

He's larger than life.

Where could he be???

He's shaped like an egg. He laughs and bellows like it's going out of fashion. He proudly announces when he's in the room for no other reason than to inform everyone that he's in the room. He takes sadistic glee when you don't have enough memory in the memory card. Why would you want to sawdust away this side of him? What are you, a Hollywood writer?

Just as Sonic is a fun hero, it's integral that Eggman is a fun villain. He's all about the colour, the spectacle, the raw energy. This is non-negotiable. If you approach this character and think he needs to be made grounded because he has a silly name or something, then you are going about this the completely wrong way. Villains like Eggman get praised all the time for being vibrant and wacky, so frankly, there is no excuse to write him off for it.

He is genuinely smart.

"Oh yeah? Well if you played nice, I wouldn't need to transform you into a tedious gameplay mechanic that appeals to furries and is guaranteed to give this game negative reviews from IGN. Haha, gottem."

Look at the screencap above. He was able to turn the tables against Super Sonic right when it looked as though he was thoroughly cornered. How was he able to achieve this? By planning.

*leans closer to the mic*

P L A N N I N G.

Yes, he is not literally omniscient. Yes, he can be prone to the occasional oversight. Yes, unexpected events can transpire that would be difficult if not impossible for him to account for. But all that aside, Eggman is a genius. He does have an IQ of 300. He talks a big game, but with all the amazing tech he's created over the years, and with all the ways he's pulled a fast one over the heroes, he has proven that he can play the big game. Need I remind you that this is a human, and his arch-nemesis is the fastest thing alive, not some dude on the street. He would need to be on his A-game in order to last.

And yes, it is indeed him who does all that brainstorming. Ever since day 1, he's always been very hands-on with his operations, not needing to steal the credit from another scientist or force a hostage to do it all for him. His plans? His weapons? They're all him. Would a mere bumbler be able to subdue the Time Eater?

He is genuinely evil.

"What's this shite I'm hearing about a Mr. Tinker...?"

We've got the Triforce of Funny Man. We've got the Triforce of Real Intelligence. Now here comes the hardest pill to swallow: the Triforce of Actually Malevolent.

For reasons that can be pinned on certain portrayals that are coincidentally more commonly found in adaptations, fans are all too willing to remove agency from Eggman's villainy. When they're not claiming an amnesiac personality that peaced out as quickly as it arrived is his true self, they're claiming he has all these heated gamer moments for the purpose of avenging his Wasted™ grandfather, Professor Gerald Robotnik. Or they claim he's not as bad as other villains in the franchise because he "only" wants to conquer the world, rather than destroy it.

Now how can I put this gently...

No, I am not just saying this because I personally happen to favor Eggmen with proper villainous balls to their name rather than glorified frenemies with Sonic at best. Even when exorcising myself of all potential bias, the Eggman we see in the games is still a very different fellow from what a concerning number of fans say with a straight face he is.

He stuffs animals inside robots on a regular basis. He lies, cheats, and backstabs on a regular basis. He fired a laser at the planet with the intent to fracture it, with no consideration for destruction or fatalities. He conquered other planets just to reduce them to self-indulgent attractions for his theme park. He drove a friendly robot to insanity after they were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. He wanted to destroy Station Square right out the gate, with the only difference come the end of his rope being that he changed tactics to more suicidal means out of desperation. When the Deadly Six were defeated, and the world remained in a dire state, his only reaction was to express relief that there was still something for him to lord over. And although Forces may have glossed over much of his rule, it's clear that it wasn't pleasant for anyone other than himself. Throughout all of this, he rarely brings up Gerald in a consistent manner outside of SA2 and ShtH, and in fact, even in those games, it's pretty clear that he only cares about Gerald's scientific legacy and how that makes him special in the process due to being his grandson. He's never been shown to give a damn about the rest of Gerald as a person, including the philanthropist he was at heart prior to his last days.

Not wanting to destroy the world is not an act of kindness. It's simple logic: he can't conquer something that's not there. And is treating the population to a lifetime of slavery really that softer than a quick and (relatively) painless death? I'm sure TV Tropes would say yes, but what do you think?

He's a self-made man.

Egg Jameson confirmed.

Our horizontally enlightened fiend did not start with a kingdom of his own. He was not a test tube baby who could shoot lasers out of his hands from day one. He was not born a demon, nor did he hail from a bloodline of gods. When he began his path in life of being a furry shamer, he had only his gadgets and tools to work with. Yet, he has managed to carve himself a bountiful list of pro gamer moves over the years despite his mortal human status, including harnessing the Time Eater as mentioned, bringing his dream Eggmanland to life in all its glory, and the engineering marvel that is Metal Sonic... and almost never suffering from financial troubles despite the frequent destruction of his machines at Sonic's hands. (Keep Sonic 4's name out your fuckin' mouth.)

And speaking of that last part, there has been evidence across the series that he has more than one way of ensuring the moolah keeps rolling in. We've seen him set up casinos, carnivals, Extreme Gear companies, newspaper factories, and other facilities to extend his reach. We've seen his robots mine for resources all over the world, and occasionally other worlds. We've seen him own a literal ocean of oil. We've even seen him sell his stripped down robots to chumps who don't know any better. For all his childish ways and penchant for plagiarizing the Death Star, he's surprisingly good at money management.

Then there's his specific approach to scheming and beating Sonic. Winning on its own is never enough for him: he wants to win on his terms, by doing things his way. So he might steal a shiny gem, but he'll use it to power the tech that he made. He might wake up a sleeping beast, but he'll have an Egg Carrier operating alongside it. The doc is always pulling his weight no matter the game, because if he didn't, how could he back up his self-admired intellect without it ringing hollow? You know he wouldn't be having that.

All of this goes a long way to explaining how he grew a knack for being so pro-active as a villain in the present day of the games proper. Instead of having it easy by being born an almighty superbeing, he had to work his way up using nothing but his brain. Because Dr. Eggman is a man with quite a few admirable qualities. Just a shame that morality is not one of them, no matter how much I've been gaslit by fans into believing otherwise.

His ego is his motive.

Don't say it.

As we discussed, for all his manufactured admiration of his late grandad's genius, he doesn't mention him as often across the franchise as fans would lead you to believe. But you know which moustached gentleman he does mention a lot throughout the franchise...?

An overfilled sense of pride is to be expected for a pure villain. Regardless of their motive and their means to fulfill said motives, they're expected to think highly of themselves to some degree. But Eggman is not your everyday egotist: he IS the ego. Many villains have made statues of themselves, but how many do you know who have defaced historical monuments and plastered their visage on them? How many villains do you know who call half of their machines Egg Something? How many villains do you know who make up every single boss in more than one installment?

That's because Eggman's ego isn't just part of his character: it's the source of his drive. Everything he does, everything he wants to do, is fueled by how much he loves himself, and how displeased he is that the rest of the world does not feel the same way. He wants everyone to bow down to his excellence, he wants to conquer the world to satisfy his lust, and even that wouldn't keep him satiated forever, since evidence has shown that he would just make a grab for the whole universe if he got bored. He cannot picture a world where anyone else matters, because they're not him. Over the span of three decades, his inflated self-worth at the cost of everyone else's agency and wellbeing has not diminished one iota, and unless SEGA decides to pander hard to the Eggdad standom, this is not likely to change anytime soon.

Which leads me to my next point...

The consequences are irrelevant to him.

Quote by Billy Mitchell.

Part of the recurring problem with Eggman being woefully mischaracterized as not such a bad guy when you get to know him is because people like to suggest that since he rarely shows outright sadism while committing his evil deeds (except this is also not true; see Tails' story in SA1, or the sheer ecstasy in his tone when he betrayed Emerl's trust in Battle), that means the results that spring from them are more excusable than the likes of Mephiles, Starline, Disney, etc.

Putting aside the fact that he's still willingly committing these deeds to begin with - with no regret at that - let's assume they mean in reference to ordinary citizens and the like. Now maybe it's true that he's not known to dedicate much of his career to making things personal with random nobodies. But let me ask you something: when he declared his intent to destroy Station Square with Chaos so he could build ROBOTNIKLAND THE ULTIMATE CITY WHERE I WILL RULE IT AAAALLLL COME ON CHAOS LET'S FIND ANOTHER EMERALD SHALL WE Eggmanland over its remains... did he say anything about letting the residents evacuate? Did he provide a means to help them evacuate?

What you need to keep in mind is that Eggman showing little interest goes both ways. He doesn't give any thought to these folk period. If his giant mech killed people who were in his way, or he fired a cannon at Whocaresville and the people living there didn't have time to get out of dodge, he's not going to shed a tear and call for a moment of silence. Because, as we've already established, the only person that matters is him. So long as he gets what he wants, and so long as there are still other people out there to worship him, what's the big deal if some kid is now without a parent or a home?

He is not a good master.

"Also, I did create a vaccine. That's what you get for listening to our loving fans who hate us."

Well, at least he shows a more caring side to his creations, right? Sure... if you don't pay any attention to how it plays out onscreen.

My dude is certainly willing to shower his creations with high praise, but what advocates of Good Guy Eggman fail to note is that he praises them because he made them. An achievement for them is an achievement for him, because how would they be so brilliant and competent if it weren't for who built them that way? And you know what else? That praise conveniently only manifests when the creation is doing their job: the moment they fall short of his lofty standards, he flips like a switch. Can it truly be considered sincere and from the heart if he's that willing to turn on them that easily?

Of his many robotic stooges over the years, two that he held in high esteem were the E-Series and Metal Sonic. He made a show of tasking the former with an important mission, and the latter has been recognized repeatedly as one of his crowning masterpieces. And yet, all of the E-Series bar Gamma were discarded and essentially left to fend for themself in an unfamiliar world, with Beta being forcibly modified without a second thought. Gamma was only spared because, you guessed it, he was the one with a victory to his name. As for Metal Sonic, for all his longevity and special treatment, he too is not immune to punishment in the event of failure or disobedience.

And Infinite? His prized right-hand man during his six month conquest? Whisked away without a word after one bruh moment too many, followed by making a point to show off his own mastery over the (real) Phantom Ruby.

Needless to say, this is a stark contrast from the goofy dad you often see in fanart.

His will is equal to Sonic's.

"I'm gonna have to reset, that was a practice run."

Being a regular human does not serve as a limitation for Eggman's status and capabilities, unless you're a hack writer who believes superficial power levels are the instant-win key to a good antagonist, or a well-crafted story in general. On paper, a hedgehog with Sonic's level of power should have dealt with this silly old man once and then never again. That happened with aliens. It happened with gods. It happened with talking ballsacks. Yet Eggman is still around. Despite being subjected to a wide selection of situations that should have Big Oof'd him, with Sonic normally not considering saving him from said perils a high priority, Eggman keeps surviving, and he keeps trucking on.

Why? Because main villain immunity, yes, but compared to Bowser the fire-breathing turtle, and Ganon the occasional boar-shaped demigod, a human scientist managing to persist for as long as he has is still impressive even without the out-of-universe justification. This detail of his character is even incorporated into his boss fights: the Egg Viper battle ends with a kamikaze attack. The Mega Death Egg Robot had a second machine stored inside it, keeping up where the fight left off as the first one conks out. S3&K in its entirety was practically dedicated to his absolute refusal to call it quits.

He doesn't give up. He never gives up. And he's not the type to piss his pants either. When the odds are stacked against him, he will either give it his all with much gnashing of teeth, or he'll retreat because it's the tactically sound thing to do. What he doesn't do is show fear and plead for his life. (Unleashed doesn't count, that was a Wily ploy.)

He hates Sonic.

Or else he wouldn't have made this.

You would think this would go without saying. You have not spent enough time in the Sonic community. I wish I was you. (Then again, I met my friends through it...)

There are many people - many, many, many people - who will vehemently drill into your head with the trustworthy assurance of a SonicTuber that Dr. Eggman, arch-nemesis of Sonic the Hedgehog, world's longest Attempted Sonic Murderer champion, secretly likes the guy deep down, and would never wish for the Blue Blur to actually kick the bucket for good. They claim that when push comes to shove, the old doctor would never fully commit to world domination, because he simply enjoys his bouts with Sonic too much.

For X!Eggman? Probably.

Boom Eggman? Definitely.

Game Eggman? The Eggman? No.

Eggman hates Sonic. Eggman loathes Sonic, and he loathes the rest of his multicolored accomplices just as fiercely. The amount of times he has tried to bust a cap in Sonic's ass is plausibly in the triple digits. He has subjected Sonic to all kinds of threatening, terrifying situations with the explicit purpose of either killing him or hitting him where it hurts. He shows happiness when Sonic is in pain, or has appeared to have been vanquished by his efforts. What about any of this suggests that he likes him? Because of respect?

Now yes, that much is true. It's evident that Eggman respects Sonic as an opponent who can keep up with him, and it's true that he enjoys their battles to an extent. That's not the same thing as actually liking the guy on a personal level. For all the respect he may wield, he would still gladly rid himself of the hedgehog the first chance he gets. Remember the big moment in SA2 in which he launched Sonic into space? He bid his farewell, in a semi-mocking tone, then went right back to business like it was nothing. And what about Forces? What did he plan on doing with Sonic once he got bored of waving his victory in his enemy's face? That's right, he planned on slamming the red button on him. Sorry you had to find out this way, that's what happens when you don't Play The Game.

Ivo Robotnik is a jovial man, but his goals are dead serious. He wants his empire more than anything else in the world, and he will get it. For whatever thrills their encounters may provide, he would piss on Sonic's grave without a moment's hesitation in order to make progress with his ambitions. If he wasn't serious about taking over the world... why the fuck would he do all that he does? Do you really think he spends all that time researching ancient tablets because he wants to be Sonic's friend? Do you think he enslaves alien races because it's not like he likes Sonic or anything baka kawaii desu (please don't unfollow me, I won't do it again)? I don't think so, chum. There'd be no game, and no franchise, if Eggman wasn't coming up with ways to put him in an early grave. And then probably vandalize the grave after.

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If you understand all of these points, and if you can take to them, then I believe you should have what it takes to write a good, or even great, portrayal of Dr. Ivo "EDP445" Robotnik. No portrayal is going to be one-and-one with that of another, there'll always be subtle distinctions depending on the writer, but you'll be fine as long as he's not a softie or a fool who only exists to be replaced with a gay platypus.

Oh and, one last thing...

Heroes manual lied to you. Sorry, English fandom.

#Get a Load of Traits #Opinion #Dr. Eggman

[popentertainment-moviereviews]

TRICK OR TREAT SCOOBY-DOO! (2022)

Featuring the voices of Frank Welker, Grey DeLisle, Matthew Lillard, Kate Micucci, Myrna Velasco, Anthony Carrigan, Dee Bradley Baker, Jeff Bennett, Erin Fitzgerald, David Lodge, Lara Jill Miller, Candi Milo, Jenelle Lynn Randall and Kevin Michael Richardson.

Screenplay by  Audie Harrison, Laura Pollak and Daniel McClellan.

Directed by Audie Harrison.

Distributed by Warner Animation. 77 minutes. Rated G.

Jinkies! Another Scooby-Doo! movie!

Since the original series Scooby-Doo, Where Are You! started running in 1969, the gang from the Mystery Machine has crossed decades and generations of fans, mixing comedy, pop music and classic monster frights into a fun-filled romp. Over the years, the characters have spawned 16 (!!!) different TV series, as well as nearly 40 (!!!) movies – both animated and live action, made for TV, straight to video, or theatrical.

Zoinks!

This latest movie is pretty standard fare, a lot of fun but not exactly pushing the envelope that much. Trick or Treat Scooby-Doo! does make some concessions to modern edginess – particularly by chastely acknowledging that Velma Dinkley is probably a lesbian, or at the very least bi-curious. (Note to people who are just itching to be offended just because of this storyline: Velma’s sexuality is not really delved on, it’s all done rather matter-of-factly.)

It also plays around with the gender politics of the Mystery Machine gang – even though no one seems to know what exactly it is that Daphne does for the gang other than being pretty, it turns out that she’s sort of the behind-the-scenes leader of the group.

However, for the most part, Trick or Treat, Scooby-Doo! is just a loving – if slightly post-modern – celebration of the old series – particularly the classic first season.

Trick or Treat also erases the turn-of-the-new-millennium tendency to make the monsters real, instead making them mostly people in monster costumes. And every one of them says when caught a variation of, “And I would have gotten away with it too, if not for those meddling kids and their dog.

In fact, the main villain is indeed the costumer who created all of the classic monsters over the years – including the Spooky Space Kook, The Black Knight, The Ghost Diver and The Ghost Clown, all of whom appear in this film. This super-villain/seamstress is Coco Diablo, a Eurotrash-pretty designer who has apparently been costuming all of the monsters locally for decades (even though she looks no more than 25 years old). She is also the person who Velma gets a crush on.

When the Mystery Inc. kids put the designer in jail, suddenly all of their cases dry up. After a year of saving cats from trees, they are desperate for work. And when a group of ghosts – all of which seem to be ancestors of the gang – shows up, they jump at the chance for a real case. They also get help from the jailed Coco and a fanboy prison warden.

The trick and the treat about Trick or Treat Scooby-Doo! is that the movie works equally well for young fans just discovering the characters or long-time followers who are just watching for the nostalgic rush. There are plenty of Easter eggs to keep adults happy mixed with lots of creeps and comedy for younger viewers. The movie isn’t trying to reinvent the franchise, just tweak it enough to keep everyone engaged.

And they got away with it too, those meddling kids and their dog.

Jay S. Jacobs

Copyright ©2022 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: October 18, 2022.

#Trick or Treat Scooby-Doo! #2022 #Video Review #Frank Welker #Jay S. Jacobs

[britishassistant]

When Villain!Yuu manages to return to their dimension and finds out their minions did, it’s one of the few times that the Supervisor has lived up to their title as heir. The next day the head of the minions of the attempted murder squad was found battered, covered in bird poo, and tied in front of RSA. If Crowley asks, Yuu makes the excuse that they are simply following one of the rules of villainy. If a minion steps out of line, don’t correct, make an example out of them.

Thank you for the ask, dear anon!

Warning for dark under the cut.

There are three items on the desk.

One is a cellphone. It’s a compact, black brick of a thing, the sort that could survive a drop from a window a story up. Its screen is currently dark and silent. It has not buzzed or vibrated, or given any indication that it’s even on.

The second is a glass of clear liquid. The glass looks pretty standard, no fancy plane designs or rectangular shapes. Just a squat round cup with a round lip and clear liquid an inch or so from the top. There are small bubbles forming in the bottom, the longer it remains undisturbed. It doesn’t seem like those are the results of carbonation, or some other nefarious properties.

No. If anything, the cup is there for the third object on the table.

A pair of two pills are sitting innocently by the cup’s side. One is larger, pale pink, and lozenge shaped. The other is smaller, a capsule that’s colored dark green and blue.

The minion swallows. The phlegm feels like it’s lodged in his throat.

There’s a sigh from the other side of the table.

The Supervisor leans forward. The supervillain’s features are slightly drawn, like they’re preparing to undertake an unpleasant chore.

The minion has the insane urge to giggle at the sight.

“So…” The Supervisor splays their hands. “Unfortunately, following reviews of your recent performance, we have found that you are…not a good fit for this business. It’s been determined that it’s in everyone’s best interests for you to be terminated from your current position effective immediately.”

The minion—or rather, ex-minion—gives a shaky nod.

The Supervisor tilts the brim of their top hat up, so they can better make eye contact with him. “You have two choices for your…ah, severance package.”

One hand gestures to the glass and pills. “Option one: you take these. The pink one is a sedative, and it’s up to you whether you take it before or after the other. It’s pretty fast acting, so it shouldn’t matter so much either way. All you’ll know is just falling asleep.”

The other gestures to the phone. “Option two: I make a call to Dr. Crewel. You’ll be transferred to his department. But in the, ah…volunteer capacity. Instead of the minion one. Do you have any questions?”

There’s a moment of stunned silence.

“W-what?” The ex-minion stutters. “B-but…I, I don’t understand?”

“What don’t you understand?” The Supervisor asks, patience in every line of their posture. Like they were an adult helping to explain something complicated to a small child.

This, in spite of the fact that the ex-minon was a decade the supervillain’s senior.

That helps the ex-minion order his thoughts somewhat. “I-I thought the rules for g-getting fired were that the min-minion in question would be turned over to the police for arrest. Or to the local sup-superheroes.”

The Supervisor nods. “That is what happens in most cases, yes. However, in those cases, the termination is contingent more on minion incompetence or betrayal. You and your…friends, regrettably, fall outside that purview.”

The ex-minion’s mouth moves soundlessly. “But…I don’t understand. Isn’t this for betrayal? That I betrayed you?”

The Supervisor’s mouth tightens, even as the rest of their face remains impassive. “That…is another crime you committed, and one that was taken into account when making this decision. But it is far from the main motivating factor behind all this.”

The ex-minion wracks his brain. “But, what…?”

“You attempted to murder a child.” The supervillain exhales, some dark, wounded emotion entering their eyes for the first time. “Another version of myself, true, but an injured, defenseless child. One who had never done anything to you, or anyone else in this world. Who had no involvement in whatever quarrel you have with me. Who nearly bled to death on my roof due to the injuries sustained as a direct result of your attempted murder.”

The Supervisor shakes their head. “And that would be bad enough, especially as I was under the impression that they would at least be cared for in my absence. Except this? This was not an isolated incident, was it? Looking over the behavior of the perpetrators, it’s become clear this is only the culmination of a dangerous trend I should’ve seen and put a stop to ages ago.”

The ex-minion doesn’t think he can breathe.

“The first endangerment of Miss Elena Blackwood back at the bank. The repeated suggestions of attacking elementary, middle or high schools or public playgrounds to divert heroic attention during heists or schemes. The inclination to ignore my orders when I specified that children were to be released immediately if caught up in a hostage situation we organized. The attempted hostage taking of Mr. Cheka Kingscholar while he was my guest.”

The ex-minion tries swallowing again. When he speaks, his voice is hoarse. “I thought you didn’t know about that.”

He winces at the mindless admission.

The Supervisor’s eyes narrow at him, and fury rolls off them in almost visible waves. There is no doubting the Night Raven’s genetics were used to make them like this.

“I have my ways.”

The ex-minion quails under their glare.

The Supervisor sighs, scrubbing a hand over their eyes. “Do you understand now? You are not being fired for betrayal. You and your cohorts are being terminated for repeated and willful perpetuation of un-villainous crimes of one of the highest orders, in accordance with League Statute A55. So, what’ll it be?”

“Sh-shouldn’t there be a hear-hearing, or, or an appeal, or something?!” The ex-minion begs desperately.

“If you wanted forgiveness, you should have applied to the Royal Sword Association.” The Supervisor rattles off blandly. “We here at Night Raven Corporation specialize in putting the super back into supervillainy.”

The ex-minion slumps. “…I always hated that slogan.”

The Supervisor pulls a commiserating face. “Not some of Dad’s best work, I’ll admit.”

He stares at the pills and at the phone.

“…Which did Miette pick?”

The supervillain pointedly glances towards the glass and its companions.

He snorts. “Naturally. She’d rather be dead rather than be something monstrous like you.”

The Supervisor inclines their head but doesn’t deny his words.

He considers it some more. “…Would I still receive a paycheck? As a volunteer?”

The Supervisor shrugs. “One that’s considerably reduced from what you currently earn, but yes. You would be compensated for your services. And your current life insurance will still be maintained and paid out to those you specify in the event of an accident under Dr. Crewel’s care. Or, indeed, if you take the other option.”

Like he has anyone he wants that money to go to.

His eyes dart between them.

The choice is easy in the end. Miette can call him a coward all she wants beyond the grave, but he’s not letting this thing be the last sight he sees.

“Make the call.”

The supervillain nods, and picks up the phone.

It’s screen lights up as they lift it towards their ear, pressing a button. “Dr. Crewel? Mr. Aston Michaels has expressed his consent to be transferred to the volunteer department. When can we expect pickup? Five minutes? Yes. Yes, this is the last one. Well, thank you for your help. Have a nice day.”

They hang up, and set the phone back down on the table.

Something flickers across their face— distaste? Weariness? Regret? Whatever it is, he hopes it haunts this thing’s nightmares for the rest of its miserable existence. It’s the least it deserves.

The two of them sit there in silence. Then there’s a knocking behind him, and light spills over him as the door is opened.

A pair of minions in impeccable suits step through, nodding to the supervillain, who nods back. Each one of them takes one of his arms and gently pulls him up from his seat.

“I’d say you’re going to be dammed to Hell for this.” He says, almost cheerfully, before they can turn him away. “But I’m pretty sure you need a soul to go down there, and things like you don’t have those.”

There’s a subtle intake of breath from the suited minions on either side of him. He ignores them, his glare fixated on his now ex-boss.

The Supervisor smiles grimly back at him. For some reason, that kind of pisses him off.

“Oh, believe me, Mr. Michaels. I know.”

#ask #tw: suicide mention #tw: human experimentation #twisted wonderland #twst #harrassed villain yuu au #supervillain au #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu #the supervisor #villainous paranoiac yuu #divus crewel #dire crowley #why is all my dark stuff for this au #like seriously #office jargon covering up terms of endangerment #yuu goes and gets very drunk with ace and deuce after this

[freshdotdaily]

My personal thoughts on Kanye as made clear by watching the Netflix documentary on his life, “JEEN-YUHS”

College Dropout came out when I was 24, at which point I was already such an indie rap nerd and had played a few paid shows and was figuring out which direction I wanted my music to go in...trying to figure out how to bridge the gap between Common's socially conscious stance & Jay-Z's Brooklyn hustler sensibilities as I was directly in between, and here comes Kanye dipped in vintage Polo literally being the bridge between those two worlds as a Chicago mc signed to Roc-A-Fella records. I wanted that. 

At one point I even caught myself emulating the preppy aesthetic with blazers over the double Polos for a brief second. In hindsight, it's the 3rd time I wanted to dress like a rapper (Grand Puba and Jay-Z being the first two).He left his D&G beanie off the side of the stage at an SOB's show (Jean Grae was on the bill)...I looked left and right and quickly slid it into my backpack and dipped. Watching the rise and success let me know it was really possible to be a stylish rapper sans gangsta posturing. I held on to that beanie until I left Brooklyn as a reminder.

It was Super heartbreaking to see him lose his mom, who was clearly his anchor and compass. I also wished for a supportive and close relationship like that with my moms. I remember being in tears as he performed "Hey Mama" on stage with her. I know I'd never have that moment. Also, sucks to see what his struggles with his mental health have done to his legacy. My friend Kesed hypothesized it thusly: 

“It’s highly possible he has Asperger’s. The reason why his mother was his anchor and his compass is because she knew something was “wrong” with him, but like many Black mothers, they don’t let their child know or believe it. They usually repeat the axiom: “ain’t nothing wrong with my baby!” She built his confidence to camouflage his impediment(s). So, Ye grew to believe that indeed: there’s nothing wrong with me (there’s something wrong with everyone else). And his mother reinforced it. That’s the main reason why he spiraled when she passed because there was no one around to “balance” him or continue the lie. In her absence, he realized that yes, there is something wrong with me. And he’s been struggling with that ever since. His mother was his biggest fan and supporter. When she died, he lost some of his powers. Just look at his music. He’s too myopic to see beyond his own reflection.”

I see there's a whole generation of people for whom he was their Michael Jackson, their Jay-Z, their Nas. For me, I had other indie hip-hop heroes, but this gave kids who loved rap (but not hardcore rap) an artsy and valid alternative to G-Unit & it's ilk.I really do think that the ego gotta die for us to transcend. and Kanye really leaned on & led with his ego. It's a trauma response/survival tactic from being slept on and having doors slammed in your face. But once you're mega-successful, that mentality no longer serves you!

Look how many times he changed the culture. Amazing.While he's no longer a hero or inspiration for me, I can't deny his impact on my life and the culture as a whole.I guess you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become a villain.

This gif aptly below summarizes my relationship with Kanye West. At first I am genuinely happy & pleased and then, quickly over time, less so, until my internal disgust and disappointment is pasted on my countenance.

#kanye #kanyewest #kanye west #jeenyuhs #documentary

[writhingcreature]

Sometimes you take a bunch of OC’s and make a Spiderverse AU with them after watching No Way Home and then stay up until 4am doing art when you should be asleep because you’re mentally ill. Sometimes it do be like that.

Anyway

- Lynrie “Girl” Brock, aka your friendly neighborhood Spider. She/her. The Spider-Man of this universe. Pretty beat for beat matches Peter Parker tbh. Same quippiness, same high morality, same drive to be the best hero she can be. Not as smart as him though, so her suit for a long time is just some things she spray painted and tied on where she could. Didn’t get gadgets and web fluid and such until she met Kurtz and he finally made her ideas into reality. She’s the younger sister to Tersa Brock, who is indeed the Venom of this universe <3

- Kurtz Brightwood, aka mastermind, supervillain, and eventual terrorist Green Goblin. One day he’ll be hero Hobgoblin, but first he falls in love with Girl and then finds out that he had DID, and that his other personality (Goblin) is out for Girl’s wellbeing and sanity. After battles that lead the destruction of Girl’s relationships and almost her life, and a rivalry that brings Goblin far past the fun and chaos he had been seeking and made him a monster he’d come to hate, Kurtz fakes his death and goes missing for a decade to work on his mental health and such. Learns some coping mechanisms for Goblin. Turns into a good guy.... mostly. I’d say more but it’s a whole book just know that I love him desperately.

- Giovanni “G” Fein, reporter for the Daily Bugle (and retired super hero, but no one knows that yet lol). He’s the MJ of this world. Childhood friends with Girl, he used to have a crush on her but it never really went anywhere so he moved on... and, if in his chasing stories he met a villain that wasn’t as bad as she pretended to be and he found himself chasing something else entirely.... no harm, right?

- Sylvia Ast, aka Black Cat. Had a flirty relationship with Spider once upon a time that didn’t go past a few instances of friends with benefits. Still has the hots for her, but what can you do when your super hero crush has it bad for the worst super villain you’ve ever heard of? Yikes. Anyway she’s totally over it. She’s moved on. She’s with G now. She’s not into Girl at all anymore... totally not.

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I haven’t done art for Tersa yet, and even if I had I don’t have the picture room to add anything else so we’ll leave it there. These four end up in a complicated ot4 basically, but a little mixed up bc Goblin is... still there, and more or less harmless at this point. Basically this is the run down: Kurtz and Girl are married. G and Sylvia are married. Girl/G, Girl/Sylvia, Kurtz/G, and Sylvia/Goblin are dating. This is mega complicated bc Kurtz and Goblin share a body (to put it in a way that makes sense?) and Kurtz and Sylvia are attracted to each other but Cannot get their shut together lmao

Sylvia and G also have two kids <3

Tersa, who is Venom, is dating Ander, who is Scarlet Witch in this universe and OH MY GOD the more this universe AU expands the more I’m SUPER obsessed with it actually.

Hope y’all find this as awesome and fun as I did. Wanted to share some art, so here ya go!!

DISCLAIMER: Art is not drawn by me, just recolored. If you know who the artist is and they don’t want their art recolored, let me know and I will take it down and exchange it with something else. Thank you much!!

#G Fein #Giovanni Fein #Sylvia Ast #Kurtz Brightwood #Dungeons and Disasters #OC #Marvel AU

[honeybomb4thebear]

“The Lord Who Obeys Me”

Setting: Non-Despair AU, after graduation (characters are +18)

Gundham’s fem-dom S/O who is in love with him and also likes to praise and tease him a lot decides that it’s time to give the boy what he deserves- so she takes his virginity.

Female Reader x Gundham Tanaka

Genre: n//fw, sm/t

Gundham's hot and flushed face did excite Y/N quite a bit. He seemed to be struggling super hard- but seemingly not as hard as he was down there. Deciding to tease him, Y/N grinded against his crotch slightly; making Gundham let out a muffled breath. This made Y/N giggle, which drove Gundham even more crazy; making him buckle up to her, albeit his face still very much red. "Are you playing games with me, woman?" Y/N nodded then looked at his lips, while biting her bottom lip. "Y-you dare to challenge me, huh? I, G-Gundham Tanaka, will not lose to a dirty feeling that is l-lust-" His words were cut with a groan caused by Y/N's hand on his crotch, stroking his manhood slowly. "Are you sure about that?" Y/N teased, making the breeder even more of a blushing mess. With a mischevious grin, the H/C haired girl looked at her boyfriend, who seemed to be barely containing himself from jumping on her. She wanted to push his limits even more. She wanted to see his submissive face even more. So she hopped off of his lap and got on her knees. While her hands were still tracing his erected penis, she said something that she knew that would drive him completely crazy: "Let me pleasure you, my lord." Even though he was shivering because of her words, Gundham tried to look cool and composed as always: "D...Do what you will, you... You... Succubus..." With his permission, Y/N leaned into his cock and unzipped his pants. She obviously wouldn't expect Gundham to not wear any underwear, so was taken aback by his huge dick that almost hit her face. After his secret was revealed, Gundham couldn't help getting embarrassed. This didn't seem to bother her, though, it even seemed like she was pleasantly surprsied. "Oh, I didn't know that," Y/N said, while staring at Gundham's penis with a contented smile, "so you don't wear any underwear?" "Of course I do!" Gundham protested, "you just... Can't see it..." "Hmm," Y/N's innocent smile turned into a more devilish one, "so... You can't feel it directly when I do... This?" Without a warning, Y/N started to plant kisses on Gundham's manhood, one after another. She couldn't help giggling when she heard Gundham moan a bit. "You are so pure, aren't you," she teased. "Me? I-I am.... Supreme Overlord of Ice, not... anything like..." "Your persona is quite ironic you know? You are maybe the nicest person I know, no, you ARE the nicest person I know. Yet you act like you are some sort of villain," she said, while stroking his cock and watching him get more hot and bothered as she talked, "but maybe... You aren't that pure after all. I mean, look at how hard you are!" she laughed. "Whose fault is that..." Gundham murmured, "you are too powerful, Succubus of the Dark Forests. Even a powerful being such as I cannot help surrendering to your incredible power... You just know how to seduce me, with that... Sweet mouth of yours." "Only my mouth? Is that it? Or did you specifically said my mouth because you really want me to use it right now?" "...I want you to use it." Y/N grinned at his helpless expression once more. "What do you want me to do with it?" "S...suck..." "Please be more clear, my lord." "I want you to suck it..." "Suck what?" Even though he was still very much embarrassed, Gundham buckled up to her lips. "...My m-manhood." "Good boy- I mean... Whatever you wish for, my lord," she said, right before taking all of his cock in her mouth. Gundham moaned at the sensation, it was the first-ever blowjob he was receiving and he didn't expect that it would feel this good.. He had to hold himself back from face-fucking her, he didn't want to choke her because damn- he was huge. Soon enough (right after managing to control her breathing), Y/N started to bob her head slowly. She was slow enough to torture Gundham who was dripping with pre-cum already. "Y/N... Haah... Q-quicker for me... Please... Ah..." Y/N put her hands on Gundham's inner thighs and started to rub them to pleasure him more. She still didn't pick up the pace, though. She was still slow and steady. "Y-Y/N... Why must you torture me like that? If you keep your pace this low, I will not be able to control mysel-" Sensing the danger, with an erotic pop, Y/N pulled her head back and grinned at him. "Maybe I like it this way?" Gundham frowned a bit in frustration. "...Such a wicked soul... As expected from Succubus of the Dark Forests, I suppose." "I am wicked, huh? I guess I am. I have a hard time controlling myself when I see you like this, you know, helpless and completely at my mercy. So I apologize... But, you know," Y/N said, before standing up and lifting up her skirt, revealing her panties which were getting darker in color as it went down, right at where her pussy was. "I am so, so turned on right now." Dazed and tongue tied, Gundham looked at her underwear, his mouth agape and his breathing quickened. He couldn't even deny her words of him being "completely at her mercy", he was basically speechless now. "Oh? You are interested?" Y/N teased, once again. Gundham closed his mouth and nodded silently. "That's nice," she said, pulling her underwear down, showcasing her pussy to him. "Come to me, Gundham," she then extended a condom to him. Gundham gulped, then wrapped the condom around his manhood. He then walked over to Y/N, suddenly putting his hand behind her head and slamming her onto wall. "Oh my," Y/N said with a surprised expression. "Guess I pushed your limits too much..." "Yes, indeed you did, my queen," he said, before lifting her leg slowly and planting kisses on her knee and inner thighs, making her gasp in pleasure. "Ah... It's alright, I don't mind-ah!" Suddenly, Gundham's dick was inside Y/N. Y/N was wrapping around him real tight, almost like pulling him in, wanting to taste every single bit of him. She wanted all of him. And he wanted all of her. "Tight, hm?" "Haah... I can't help it... I think you are the hottest person to ever exist..." Even in this position, Y/N didn't give up on her dominance and once again managed to make Gundham blush hard, causing him to bury his head on the crook of her neck. As he started to pump into her, he didn't have much patience- she teased him too much. So even when he tried to slow down, he just couldn't- his hips went on faster and faster, their moans mixing together as they held onto each other. "I love you," Gundham whispered, his head still on the crook of her neck, sending her slight vibrations with his deep voice. "Gundham... I love you too... I really do... You are the best..." He blushed once more, yet was more confident this time: "Yes, I am. I am the best for you, my queen. Exactly like how you are the one and only for me." "I am yours... And you are mine..." Y/N said, her arms wrapping Gundham's body tighter. "Indeed... I am..." Suddenly, Gundham pulled Y/N to the nearby couch, making her sit on his lap while he still thrusts deeply into her. Y/N being the Y/N she is, also rode him with her shameless expression and loud moans. "You... Wanted me to ride you, didn't you?" No answer, only both of their moans mixed together. "Well, I don't mind it... It was my original intention anyways, but I thought you would like to be on top..." Gundham averted his eyes. "You like being topped, don't you? Maybe you are more submissive than I had initially thought after all!" "Y/N..." "You like the attention, don't you," Y/N  was barely able to talk right now, the more she talked, the more her words got more and more breathy. "Ahh, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, really..." she said, hugging him while still riding him, "I like giving you attention... Because I... Love... Ah, fuck!" With that, she let out a long and loud moan, her back arched and her head swung back. She has reached her climax. What a sight that was to be seen! Seeing her all messed up for him and him only was too much for Gundham that was already been tortured by Y/N for a while now. Gundham has never been turned on that much before, so it was only natural that he came with a loud grunt right away. They stayed in each others' arms for a while like that. Then Y/N got up from his lap, and unwrapped the now filled-with-semen condom of his, throwing it to the nearby trash can. "T...Thank you," Gundham said, his chest still visibly going up and down. "For what," Y/N asked with a tired smile. Gundham's expression turned into one that seemed distant and... Painful. Y/N's heart ached a bit. "Why the long face?" she asked, visibly worried. "I do not recall anyone calling me such words as 'gentle' or 'nice' before. Even though I am exactly the opposite of such descriptions, you... Are kind to me. It is you that is gentle, my dear." "It's upsetting to hear you say that, Gundham. The things I had said, I meant every single word of them. I do think you are the kindest person I have ever known," she held his hand and gazed lovingly into his aloof eyes. "You are the kindest, coolest and well- most evil person I have ever known." She had finally managed to get a little smug snort out of him. "Your words contradict each other, you are aware of that, yes?" "Yes I am. Now, come on, let's go shower, okay?"

Please excuse my grammar mistakes, if there is any, for English is not my first language. Also, I don’t write smut often, so I apologize if I made you cringe.

#gundham tanaka #sdr2 #gundham #danganronpa #gundham tanaka x reader #gundham x reader #danganronpa x reader #super danganronpa 2 #goodbye despair #danganronpa imagines

[takerfoxx]

Here, have some more of the WN girls watch The Rebellion Story, this time stretching from Moemura turning back into classic Homura while monologuing to herself to when she shoots herself in the head!

Yes, this is the one with the gunfight.

Reminder:

G=Gretchen

H=Homulilly

Op=Ophelia

Ok=Oktavia

Ca=Candeloro/Mami

Ch=Charlotte

...

Op: Dramatic transformation!

H: All I did was take off my glasses and ribbons.

Op: And you did so dramatically! Complete with a slo-mo hair flick while framed by the full moon!

Ch: Which is apparently about to crash into the city, given how close it is.

Ok: “This is a witch’s labyrinth.” Gee, yah think?!

…

Ok: Okay, where exactly are you headed?

H: Deep into the bowels of the earth, apparently.

Op: Quick! To the Homu-Cave!

G: So, uh, can you see all those windows with the witches, or…?

H: Probably not. It probably still looks normal to me.

Op: Now that just sucks! If you’re going to monologue dramatically you at least ought to be able to appreciate the accompanying visuals!

Ch: “Previously, on Homura Magica…”

G: We probably should have watched the show first. Maybe then all of this would make sense.

Ch: I sincerely doubt it.

…

Ch: Why do all of my scenes have me looking like some brand of idiot?

Ok: Have you seen yourself whenever you get within sniffing distance of a piece of mozzarella? If anything, the doll you is way more composed!

Ch: Oh, so I stick teacups on top of my head, is that what you’re saying?

Op: No, usually you smash them and anything else that’s between you and that sweet, sweet cheesy goodness.

…

Ok: Oh, exposition!

Ch: About my idiot counterpart. I really hope I am the villain and this is all some kind of clever ruse, because otherwise, my God.

G: This is really cute, though. And at least you two are close in this universe too!

Ch: I’m basically a pet.

Ca: Well, if I must have a pet, I’m glad that it’s you.

Ch: Woof-woof.

=from outside, Cheese starts screeching=

Che: Bitch-ass cayennnnnne!

Ca: Whoops. He heard.

…

Ch: …Candy? Are you okay?

Ca: I’m…fine. Just memories.

G: You mean it was really like that?

Ca: Well, Charlotte obviously wasn’t a doll, we weren’t trapped in a bizarre facsimile of the city, and there were no Nightmares, but yes. It was a lonely time.

Op: Because of me, wasn’t it?

Ca: Ophelia, you had literally just lost your family, and I…wasn’t as sympathetic as I ought to have been. So no. It wasn’t because of you. Besides, we did make up later. Had a long conversation and everything. There were even tears.

Op: Well, that’s good to hear.

Ca: Actually, it was pretty close to how it is in the movie, once everyone had shown up. The five of us spending all our time together. Fighting together, training together, celebrating together, and just being girls together. For me, it was probably the happiest I had ever been.

Ok: Right up until my love life went sour.

Ca: Oh, there was so much more to it than just that. Besides, it was all just a temporary thing, a staving off the inevitable. What we have now might be much less exciting but is so much better.

Op: I dunno. Fighting demonic teddy-bears every night sounds like my idea of a good time.

Ca: We didn’t have teddy-bears, remember?

Op: Well, we should have.

…

Ok: Um…Homulilly?

H: Well, this has gotten interesting.

Op: You know, there are a lot of jokes I could be making about you freezing time right next to your crush, but I won’t.

H: Thank you.

G: I don’t get it...Actually, I do. Never mind.

Ok: Shoot the rat! He’s right there!

Ch: Oh, no. She’s going after me. Huh.

H: Huh indeed.

=Charlotte and Homulilly shoot each other an odd look=

Op: So…are we gonna get Homulilly vs. Charlotte?

H: More of Homura vs. Bebe, it seems.

Ch: So…I am the villain.

Op: If you’re lucky, you’ll get an overly dramatic and campy solo number, complete with a pipe organ!

…

G: This is getting a little hard to watch.

Ch: It’s not me.

G: It kind ofis.

H: Charlotte, I would like to take this moment to say that you are a dear friend of mine, and the actions of my counterpart do not reflect my feelings.

Ch: Thanks. Same.

=pause=

Ch: Though could your other self please stop choking me? It is getting kind of weird.

…

Op: Okay, that cinches it! Homura can definitely see the weird!

Ok: How do you figure?

Op: The fact that she’s leaping from dessert tray on a stick to dessert tray on a stick! Why would she be doing that unless she could see them?

Ok: I don’t know. Maybe they just look like telephone poles to her.

H: No, the illusion has clearly dropped, at least for me.

Ch: I’m about to get executed and that’s what you choose to focus on?

Op: For all you know you’re about to snap and bite Homura’s head off.

Ch: I…seriously doubt that. I mean, she is kind of the main character.

Ok: Though hey, wouldn’t that be such a wicked twist? To build up someone as a super-important character only to kill them off like a quarter of the way through?

=Candeloro frowns, a puzzled look on her face=

…

Op: Erm…

H: Well, this is certainly condescending.

Ca: It’s not inaccurate, though. I did struggle with many doubts and insecurities, and often found it difficult to put on a brave face.

Ch: That’s just called being human, babe.

Op: Most humans never went through what we went through.

Ca: That’s also true. Like I said, Homura isn’t wrong. I often felt like I was on the edge of cracking. There was more than one time when one of you would get hurt during a fight, and I would make a big show of being calm and unbothered. I’d encourage you and maybe lightly scold you for letting your guard down, and when you were all healed up I’d reassure everyone that I knew everything would be fine and try my best to carry on as normal. And then, when everyone was gone, I’d spend the rest of the night crying. You were right to assume I would react badly if you accused my close companion of being some kind of nefarious villain.

=long, uncomfortable pause=

H: Maybe so, but I think that my other self here wasn’t in the habit of giving people the benefit of the doubt. I think that her frequent failures might cause her to assume the worst of everyone, and act accordingly. I don’t think that she is giving you a fair shake.

Ca: That’s sweet of you to say so, Homulilly. But realistically speaking, she had reason not to trust me with this information.

…

Ch: Yeesh.

H: It’s okay. You can say it.

Ch: Say what?

H: That this alternate version of myself is kind of…shall we say…

Ok: Incredibly terrifying?

H: Just a little psychotic, yes.

G: Well, I mean, considering what she went through. You were lucky to stop after four loops. How many times did she have to relive my death over and over?

Ch: Still doesn’t make watching me get shoved up against a wall and the life choked out of me any more fun to watch.

…

Ch: Hold up!

Op: Well, hey! Wife to the rescue!

Ca: But…how…?

G: Oh. That is…a long ribbon.

Op: Did you have that attached to her foot the whole time?

Ca: I mean, I guess…

Ok: How did she even know you were up to something?

Ca: Intuition, I suppose. Maybe the lack of glasses and the new hairstyle tipped me off?

Ok: Why would that-

Ca: I don’t know, I’m just throwing guesses out.

H: Well, consider me impressed. Clearly, this other me underestimated you.

Ca: Thank you.

Ch: OKAY! If having my stupid doll face on every billboard in town doesn’t tip you off, then nothing will!

G: Homura’s probably the only one that can see it like that. Mami probably just sees a shoe advertisement or something.

Ch: You know what? That’s actually kind of a relief.

…

Ok: Oh, shit!

Ch: Could you stop trying to kill me? Please?

H: Believe me, if I could stop me, I would.

Op, suddenly sitting up straighter: Hold on, is this going where I think it’s going?

Ok: I think it is! I think it is!

Ca: Oh, here we go.

G: What?

Ok: Homura and Mami are going to fight!

G: Oh. Oh!

H: Candeloro, just like I said with Charlotte, the actions and beliefs of this alternate self of mine-

Ca: Homulilly, relax. It’s fine. These other versions of ourselves took different paths than we did. I don’t hold any of this against you.

H: Likewise.

Ca: Good.

=pause=

Op: Fifty talents on Mami.

Ch: Oh, good Lord.

Ok: You’re on! Time stop, Fee! That’s so overpowered!

Op: Which our girl neutralized without Little Miss Sleuth even knowing.

H: Is this really-

Op: Plus Mami’s the veteran fighter, remember? The tanky heavy?

Ok: Uh, Homura’s got multiple timeloops of experience, okay. That trumps Mami’s couple of years.

Ca: It was more like three…

G: I’m in! I’m betting on Lilly!

H: On Homura. I’m not fighting anyone.

Ok: Same diff! You better win, though. We’ve got money riding on this.

Ch: Well, I’m joining Fee and betting on Mami. I think you’ll find her more of a handful than you’re bargaining for.

Ca: Out of all the childish-

Ch: Buck up! You’ve got fifty talents to win me!

=Homulilly extends her hand across the couch=

H: Hey. May the best fighter win.

=pause, then Candeloro sighs and shakes her hand=

Ca: Oh, why not. You’re on!

…

Ch: Well, that ribbon ain’t going nowhere. Time stop, still neutralized.

Op: Ha! What I say?

Ca: My Bebe’s life is in danger. My will is resolute.

Ch: You are not turning Bebe into a pet name.

Ok: Come on, come on. Get with the fighting already!

=long pause as Mami and Homura have their staredown, and then they leap…=

Op: Oh, yeah! Here we go!

…

Op: Holy shit!

Ok: Go! Go!

G: Wow. That is a lot of guns.

…

Ch: Come on, babe. You can do this.

Ok: THIS! IS! SO! FREAKING! COOL!

G: Look at their faces! They still don’t want to hurt each other.

Ch: Oh, come on, doll-me! Get out of there already!

…

Op and Ch: Let’s go, Mami!

Ok and G: Ho-Mu-Ra!

Op: Let’s go, Mami!

Ok and G: Ho-Mu-Ra!

H: This is easily the weirdest thing we’ve ever done.

Ok: Oh, what? The thing with the sea-monster wasn’t weirder?

H: That was just…messy! We’re watching me and Candeloro’s alternate future selves in a fight to the death and you four are treating it like a pro-wrestling event!

Ca: Yeah. And I’m going to win.

=pause=

H: Did I say you could stop chanting?

Ok and G: Ho-Mu-Ra!

…

Op: Downtown is getting fuuuucked uuuup!

Ch: Just wait until she unfreezes time.

G: Jeez, I can’t tell if you’re both terrible shots or just extremely good at dodging!

H: Definitely the second.

Ok: And now we come to the stand-off.

Op: Nowhere to go, barely any room to breathe. Hey, Lilly, is the kinetic force of those bullets maintained?

H: What?

Op: I know they’re stuck in time, but can you just pluck them out of the air, or would you still be damaged by the heat and contained momentum?

H: I…have no idea.

Op: Best not to touch them then.

H: Probably smart.

…

Op: And time starts up…now.

G: Oh, that looks so unsafe.

Ok: Yeah! I mean, sure, if they hold still they won’t get hit with the bullets right next to them. But the freaking air was full of them! What’s keeping a spray of bullets from raining down from above and turning their heads into swiss cheese? Oh, sorry Char.

Ch: Y’know, unlike my moronic counterpart, I can hear the word “cheese” without freaking out.

Op: And that’s not getting into ricochets. They ought to be perforated right now.

Ca: My bullets were magic. They only ricocheted when I wanted them to. Most times they’d either pierce right through or exploded on impact.

Op: Homura’s aren’t.

Ca: True.

…

Ok: So much for your surroundings. Where the hell are you guys anyway?

H: Looks like some kind of cathedral. Only a very…eccentric one.

Ok: City’s getting weirder by the minute.

G: It could be symbolic for something. Like, I don’t know, violence in a place of sanctuary or…something?

Ch: Or gothic architecture just makes for an awesome place to stage an action scene and the animators and directors know it.

Ok: Stop killing the magic!

Op: Though, hell, speaking of which, would they actually die if they got shot? I mean, I know it would hurt, but…

Ca: Hypothetically? No. So long as the soul gem itself was unharmed, any damage would eventually heal.

G: Like we do?

Ca: Er, sort of, but not in the same way. Their bodies are still flesh and blood. Injuries back then tended to be…messy. And healing used up magic, and if those injuries were too great…

Ok: Witch time?

Ca: Bingo.

…

Ch: “Not getting anywhere.” Now there’s the understatement of the year.

G: So who won? Was it a draw?

Ca: So far, but I don’t think it’s over yet.

H: Indeed. I seem to be…up to something.

Op: Okay, if none of those big honkin’ rifles and machine-guns weren’t working, what good is that little peashooter, gonna…hold on!

=Homura puts the gun to her head. Half-a-second of stunned silence, and then everyone starts yelling at once=

G: Oh, no. Oh, no.

Ch: Oh, my God. They are going there.

Op: Okay. OKAY!

Ok: What the hell is she doing?!

Ca: No, no, no, no, no, no, no…

H: What is wrong with you?! Why are you like this?!

=bang=

=collective scream=

#WN Rebellion MST

[nightshade-minho]

-MoonStorm-

Warnings: superhero!reader, super villain!Hyunjin, blowjob, fingering, unprotected sex, dubious morality etc.

FireSable (Part 2)

You checked the mirror to make sure your mask was secure, turning around to inspect your spandex-covered ass. The radio crackled in the back, and you could hear the news reporter’s voice drone on and on.

“Last night, the Moonsable’s goons struck yet again, causing a number of casualties and starting a fire which devastated two buildings and injured more than 50 people. The city’s vigilante, Firestorm, was missing in action last night. The last reported sighting of the mysterious superhero was a week ago-“

You sighed. That news reporter never managed to pronounce the word ‘sable’ right. Anyhoo.

You crawled out of the window of your apartment, angling your body and turning it around. You scaled the wall, reaching the roof, and proceeding to jump off it, onto the next building. You began making your way to the secret hideout you knew the way to all too well.

The night was thick and foggy, but your vision was enhanced and hence, it wasn’t a problem. About ten minutes later, you stood in front of the shed.

It might have looked like a shed, alright. However, it was hiding a much different complex underneath. You walked over, punching the code onto the discreet pad. The light glowed green and your heart thumped as the door slowly swung upwards, letting you in.

As you stepped in, the floor moved beneath you, and suddenly you were plummeting. However, you were slightly used to this. So, you stuck to the wall until the elevator reached its destination, slowly creaking open.

The vast metallic hallway in front of you had guards lining it. Feeling annoyed, you stepped forward, and they reacted immediately, the closest one swinging a punch at you, which you easily blocked. Sighing, you turned around just in time to kick another one in the face, screaming when you felt a hand pull your hair backwards. You somehow managed to turn around, swinging your knee and hitting the guard in the crotch.

This would usually be the time when some sort of kickass background music would play, if you were in a superhero movie. However this was real life. So you settled for the groans and shouts of pain of the guards around you as you wiped the floor with the rest of them.

You groaned in slight pain. The guy had pulled your hair so hard that a slight ache had settled itself in your head. Sometimes, you contemplated cutting all of your hair off.

You stormed forward, angry, running your hands over a small tear in your suit. You scowled about having to patch that up when you returned home. As you pressed the button on the next door and the light turned green, you let out an annoyed grunt of frustration when you were met with another group of guards.

It was about half an hour later when you finally arrived at the final door, bigger than all the others, clutching your arm in pain. You punched in the same passcode you used at the gate, and the light turned green, hopefully for the last time.

As the doors opened, you were immediately hit with the scent of fresh magnolias.

It was slightly dark inside, but you could just make out a big chair and a figure sitting in it. The wall behind it was covered in screens, playing scenes from the CCTV network.

“Took you long enough. I’ve been watching you for the past forty minutes. I was kind of getting impatient. It was indeed hot to see you kick their asses so easily, though.”

You heard his voice and scoffed, kicking off your boots at the entrance as you sauntered in further. Letting your hand ghost across the wall, you found a light switch, which bathed the room in a little more light than before. It was still pretty dark, but now you could see his handsome face staring at you with a smirk.

You grunted. “I don’t get it. I’ve come here about a million times and each time I’ve got to fight your stupid guards. Don’t you think it’s about time you tell them about us?”

“What, that you come here not to fight me but to fuck me instead? Yeah...I don’t think so, princess.”

“Whatever.”

You walked to him and sat on his lap, your back facing him. He placed both of his hands on your thighs, running them up and down. “You look good in spandex.”

“I know. You know the deal, right, Moonsable?”

“Please, y/n. Call me Hyunjin. We’ve known each for so long, why the formalities?” He used his index fingers to draw his name on your thigh.

“And yeah, I remember. Have sex like we always do, and then I back off and don’t attack any civilians. However, you didn’t come by last week. And leaving me with blue balls is in violation of our contract...so I had to show you what happens. Hence, the little stunt last night.”

You made a sound of disapproval, when suddenly his hand made his way up to your neck, grabbing the zipper and slowly pulling it down, so that your breasts could be exposed. Then his hands made their way down and slowly pulled down your pants. “Get these silly things off.”

You complied, kicking the pants off.

He made a slight choked noise when you settled yourself in his lap, now pantless.

“You-you don’t wear underwear with your suit...?”

“It was a choice limited to today.”

He chuckled. “Well, it’s a great surprise.”

You slipped off of his lap all of a sudden, kneeling on the ground between his thighs. You expectantly looked up at him, and he gave you that signature smirk, pulling down his pants slightly so that his cock could pop out. It was already half hard from you being on his lap.

You took it in your hand, stroking it slightly, watching as it grew harder. You looked up at him. He had his head thrown back, looking ethereal in the dim light.

Not being able to take it anymore, you licked his tip, taking his angry red cock into your mouth with no hesitation. Fuck, he was big. You forced him down until he hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck...you’re really...fucking good at this, huh? You should just do this full time, instead of running off to play hero all the time.”

You didn’t say anything, bobbing your head up and down as you blew him to the best your capability. You felt him twitch in your mouth, and you went faster. But suddenly, his hand was in your hair. He pulled you off him, his dick slipping out of your mouth, smearing pre-cum on your lips.

You look up at him, confused.

“Ah ah ah. Nice try. It’s cute that you think you can make me cum early. I’m sorry to inform you, but the only place I’ll be cumming tonight is inside your tight pussy, baby.”

He pulled you up, settling you on his lap again, his cock in between your thighs. He removed his gloves before putting one of his hands on your boob, stroking your nipple as his other hand slid down to your lower half. He used his fingers to caress your folds, smiling when he felt your wetness.

“Gosh, you’re absolutely dripping.”

Hyunjin’s fingers pushed into your pussy at a very slow rate, causing you to throw your head back onto his shoulder. “H-hyunjinnnn...mmm...”

You moaned as he found your sweet spot, rubbing over it leisurely. “So warm, too. Is it because of the pyrokinesis?” You couldn’t reply, too preoccupied wiith how his fingers felt inside you. Just as you felt your high building, he removed his hand. You were about to complain when he lifted you up, adjusting your pussy so that your slit lined up with his leaking dick.

He pushed in, and your mind exploded with ecstasy. God this felt good. It was so fucking wrong, but it felt amazing. The guilt and pleasure mixed together in your clouded mind.

He thought so too clearly, if his moans were anything to go by. His fingers on your waist lifted you up again, only to slam you back down onto his cock. He continued doing this, spearing you on his length over and over again, forcing you to let out whiny, high pitched moans every time his cock brushed against your g-spot.

It felt so good. Suddenly, he lifted you off his dick completely, flipping you around so you were facing him, and leading his cock back into your tight cunt.

Your mouths found each other. You made out sloppily, a mess of saliva and blinding passion.

He stood up all of a sudden, still inside you. Walking over to the wall, he fucked you against it, and you wanted to cry with pleasure.

“I killed 50 people indirectly yesterday. But it was all worth it, since it got you here.”

“You’re an...an asshole, you know that?”

“Says the ‘hero’ who’s got the supervillain’s cock in her right now.You could turn me in anytime you wanted. You’re the only one who knows my identity, after all.”

“We’ve known each other since college, Hyunjin. You were helpful and kind...one of my closest friends. Where did it all go wrong? When did you become...this homicidal maniac?”

He very briefly slowed down his thrusts, and you felt something change in his eyes. A vulnerability, gone so fast that you almost thought you had imagined it.

“I...there are few things in life I can control. My entire life, I had nothing. I was just a part of the background. My family didn’t really like me. No friends, well, except for you. No...no purpose.”

He slammed into you with a particularly hard thrust, forcing a cry out of you. Looking into your eyes, he bit his lip.

“Call me insane, y/n. But this feels right. For once, I’m the one in control. And if it gets you in my arms as well, then that’s an added bonus.”

You frowned. Your brain was turning into mush with the streaks of pain and pure ecstasy running through you. You were finding it hard to focus on his words...but the little bit that you understood scared you.

He moaned, his grip on you becoming tighter as he went faster. “Fuck...I’m gonna cum. You gonna be my good little cumdumpster, slut?” It was clear that he was trying to shift the mood. Hyunjin was aware of how much you enjoyed degradation.

“Truly worthless aren’t you? Imagine what the press would think. The ‘mysterious heroic vigilante’ filled with the vile, cruel villain’s seed.”

His words triggered something in you...something which turned you on and made you want to cry at the same time. The stroke of honesty behind his words was too profound. However, you were blinded by the pleasure, and you came just as he did.

Your pussy milked his cock of everything its got, your head pressed against the wall, Hyunjin’s lips sliding over your neck as your orgasm hit you hard.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, sweaty bodies pressed against each other.

You were finding it hard to keep your eyes open. Hyunjin noticed, and sighed. He pulled out, carrying you back to his chair and placing you on it. He removed his jacket, draping it over your snoring form.

As he stared at you, his heart clenched with a million emotions, half of which he couldn’t decipher.

What was he doing?

What were you doing?

It was an unusual arrangement, and a very toxic one at that. He was aware of that much.

He watched as you slept. One thing was for sure...he would do anything to keep you by his side, be it good or bad. In the grand scheme of things, this was all that mattered.

You were all that mattered, and he would even change his ways for you...but for now, he let you sleep.

#stray kids smut #skz smut #skz #stray kids #smut #hyunjin smut #hyunjin angst #angst #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin smut #superhero au #supervillain au

[phantomskeep]

WIP Wednesday!!

Omg I didn't forget!! Holy shit!!!

Anyways, this week's WIP Wednesday includes some bits from Putting the "Fun" Back in "Funeral"! Enjoy :)

...

Putting the "Fun" Back in "Funeral":

The piercing neon green of his eyes bled back into their usual icy blue, though the curious look did not leave. “Why’s that? And who names their kid Batman?”

Part of the City Spirit’s dark cloud tried to nudge him back towards his couch. “The Batman,” she began, “is a hero who operates to protect my city. He was born here and donned his cape in order to help those in need from the many criminals who call my territory home.”

Danny gave an involuntary awed noise. “So you guys have heroes here, too?” A dark tendril of smog wrapped around the back of the couch, resting gently against Danny’s neck.

The idea of having other heroes around was something that greatly appealed to Danny. Being the lone super-powered protector of Amity Park for so long took its toll on the young man, even with his human companions. It just wasn’t the same, being the only one with advanced abilities. He had to take the bigger hits, he had to be the one to save his friends if they got into too great of a bind, he had to be the one to try and take on the burden of Amity Park alone when they all went off to find their place in the world. With great power comes great responsibility, after all. And being the Ghost King? Well, Danny had more than enough "great power" to spare.

The thought was just as sobering as it was exciting. Other heroes, super or not, meant that there was something to have caused those heroes to come into play. Some great villain, or a world-ending disaster, or even large crime rates. Lady Gotham only said criminals, though, so maybe there were no supervillains Danny needed to worry about.

“Yes, in fact there is a large society of both heroes and villains.”

Well, it was a nice thought while it lasted.

“But many of the aliens you were so excited to hear about are among those heroes.” Gotham continued, not noticing Danny’s sudden mid-afterlife crisis. “There is the Batman, who is one of the founders of the Justice League. Superman, Wonder Woman, the Flash, Green Arrow, and many others are all part of this superhero society - the Justice League.”

“Okay,” Danny was desperately trying to keep up with this sudden information. “So, Batman is a super-powered dude who helped to start an entire squad of superheroes?”

“He has no powers. The Dark Knight is just a man, same with Green Arrow and many others. They simply are able to keep up with the aliens, gods, and metas.”

Danny paused, taking in a breath. He touched his fingers together, pressing his palms flat. Another breath was taken, this one deeper than the last. With every ounce of teenage angst he still had within him, Danny lifted his hands up together to rest against his forehead before bringing them down in an arch that would have made Sam proud. “What the fuck.”

A laugh rolled from Gotham’s form, his guardian sneakily tightening her protective hold on him. “What the fuck indeed, Little One.”

“Okay, okay-” Danny’s voice cracked with indignation, “So regular every-day humans fight supervillains and are able to keep up with gods? And super-powered aliens?”

“Yes.”

“And one of those humans - who named himself after a bat - is the sole protector of your lair? Besides yourself? And he doesn’t let any of his superhero friends help him?”

“I never said he worked alone. Though, for a long time he did not have any help.”

“Lady G,” Danny said again with exasperation. “I repeat: what the fuck.”

Her only response was to laugh at his expense as he continued to moan about how he couldn’t seem to escape crazy people, no matter what dimension he runs to. The space shared by two multi-dimensional beings filled with an easy warmth.

“So,” Danny started after a couple minutes of his grumbling. “Superpowered people aren’t allowed in your city because one of your protectors is just a man in a… What, fursuit? A crime-fighting fursuit?” He paused, considering, before rapidly moving on. “But there are super-powered people in this dimension who are also heroes.”

“Yes, that is all true.”

The young man took a second, silently thinking, before speaking again. “Okay, okay,” He started. “And the chances that I’m going to have to just… steal all of these ghostly artifacts is pretty high, right?”

“Again, you are correct.”

“So,” Danny said, stretching out the word. “Chances are they’re going to think I’m some sort of villain.”

Gotham made a noise akin to two cars scraping against each other as she hesitated to answer. “There is a chance of that, yes.”

...

“Great,” he bemoaned, bonelessly flopping around his couch. “Guess it’s time to pull out the ol’ acting shoes. Welcome to Danny’s One-Stop Shop for Villainy.”

Mmmm Dead on Main my beloved :) Putting the "Fun" Back in "Funeral" chapter 4 should be posted sometime this week! I just need to actually finish writing a couple of POVs ^-^

#dead on main #DCxDP #DPxDC #danny phantom #my poor sweet baby #wip wednesday #wip #i told myself i wasnt going to write angst #and then i started my side project #and so far its only angst #putting the fun back in funeral #thats been my non-angsty story #which is weird #ngl #anyways back to the grind

[blackvelvetwriteson]

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄

                                                (  ~ Shinsou Hitoshi x Gender Neutral                                                               Reader Insert ~ )

GENRE: Fluffy Angst!                                                                

FANDOM: Boku No Hero Academia (My Hero Academia)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: This one is full of HELLA violence and angst. Talks of blood, suicide (briefly), etc is portrayed in this fic, even suggested drug abuse. There’s also curse words here. Shinso and Reader are aged up to 18. Class 1A and General Studies are mentioned a lot but they’re all 3rd years in this fic, I’m just going by Shinso and Reader only knowing the Class 1A kids strictly BECAUSE they were in the hero course. I’m gonna start clarifying that because, even though these students are generally in my age group, I still don’t want the image of these teenagers going through sexual encounters or heavy stuff like this being broadcasted. At least not from MY platform, whatever platform it may be.

SUMMARY: After a big villain/ hero battle, you and Shinso were the only heroes on the scene forced to flee, the villains having surrendered. You were teetering in and out of consciousness. The villains that were antagonizing you got into your head and you’d pushed those thoughts off to the side until they came back one night a week and a half later...

WORD COUNT: 4498

(Headers are mine, but the art inside of them are not! Please don’t steal or repost without credit!)

  “HITOSHI!” You screamed out his name as you were becoming surrounded more and more, the villains sneering at you as more came from around the way, your quirk not strong enough to keep them at bay. Not by yourself at least. You took a side glance and noticed that your partner was having troubles too, knowing that he’d be having issues as well as his quirk was even more ineffective in this situation than yours. You were staring at him, watching him get beat up, but as you were about to move you were greeted by a swift kick to the stomach. Grimacing, you shuddered and shakily tried to move towards your boyfriend, feeling your hair getting tugged roughly, yanking you back into place as blood dared to trace your bottom lip. You looked over with glassy eyes as one of the villains came forth from a thick mob of their cohorts.

    “Mmm… Pitiful, weak hero. Calling for someone who isn’t willing to answer. You know…. Hero society is so damn corrupt…” The menace that’d been tugging your hair twisted their hand, wrapping your locks around his fingers causing you to cry out. You tried to reach behind you and you finally let the tears that were in your eyes fall. “L-Let me g-“ you were interrupted by a cold clock jab in your already bruised face, knocking you out.

   Just then you jolted awake, gasping for air that didn’t want to come down, trembling, your face already soaked with tears, meanwhile outside there was a harsh storm brewing up, the wind whipping through the tree’s leaves and branches. You shrieked quietly as you heard something outside break and you whimpered softly, looking down and seeing that your love, Shinso Hitoshi, wasn’t next to you anymore. Where could he have gone at this hour? Especially in this storm? It was 3:30 in the AM, and you shook your head trying to comfort yourself.

    “I-It’s just a nightmare…” You felt your clammy sweat sheening your forehead, only illuminated by the occasional lightning that cut across the sky.

     “For fucks sake…” You tangle your fingers in your hair and crush your head between your knees, screeching as a loud thunder clap knocked on the roof of the house, everything shaking and photos even falling off of the wall. You feel your chest get tight, your palms moist with sweat from having your hands balled up, more tears non consensually running down your face, searing into your skin as your flashback prevailed.

    “What a worthless weakling like you. A hero that can’t save anyone much less yourself… Hah.. Funny. ‘Hero’ scum…” The villain smirked as they leaned in closer and examined your face. “And stupid too.. Why are the two of you fighting for a system that hates you?” They scoff as they cross their arms, dragging the tip of their knife over the underside of their chin. “You, me, and that purple haired fellow… We’re not so different y’know.”

   “I-I’ll NEVER be like you! You have n-no p-power over me!” 

   The villain smirked once more and clicked their tongue. “Hmm…. Are you sure about that? Any of it?”

  Damnit. They’d noticed and picked up on the uncertainty in your voice and now they’re using it against you, maybe. The heroes love you, right? They supported you… Right? The heroes are… Fair for everyone… R..Right?

  You slap your head trying to bring yourself back to reality and then the villain’s words had branded their spot into your brain rent free, your breathing shaky, your lips trembling, your eyes darting around the room.

    “I’m just like you… My quirk so… Useless that it might as well be like I don’t have one in the first place. Huh… I’m just somebody that the heroes cast aside because I couldn’t be of use. I used to be in the hero course too, yknow. What they don’t tell you is, ‘if you don’t have use; not conventionally attractive, no flashy quirk, and not a money maker, then nobody loves you, and they’ll throw ya out’.. Just like they did to me. Like that damn All Might. And he’s supposed to be a teacher for you guys- what a joke. I mean look at me! My tooth is all chipped… My hair is super short… My hands and face tainted with scars… You’re one of the pretty ones… And he’s not half bad looking either… Though he could do with more sleep. While I’m at it, you could to..” The villain stroked over your cheek and  you flinch, finally letting tears fall, your nose burning as you held back and tried to hold out for back up that’d never come to your aid. “Shinso over there deserves a spot in the hero course- More than about three of those damn pesky hero wannabes- and that’s just off the top of my head,” The villain continued to press on. “… So tell me why exactly you’re both in general studies or whatever?”

   As much as you didn’t want to believe it, it was the truth. Did it irk you so much because those words that you heard your late parents utter come from a villain’s lips? Why did you feel so much about it? Why did you feel so much for the villain? Why the FUCK should you care?… But also, what’s with the hesitation? They’re the enemy! They tried to kill you at the end of the day…. And you know that they damn well easily could… But they didn’t.

You threw the covers off of you and you shook your head quickly.

    “NO! No no no no!!!! Get out of my head!” You hit your head against the mattress, your body aching and coated in lazily wrapped up bruises, cuts, scars and slashes that’d scabbed over and opened back up, the blood searing your skin-or so it felt like- as it slid down from your injury. You suddenly remembered where Shinso went- out to get a medicinal refill. One for your pain and another for these harsh flashbacks. You tried to relax, sliding out of the bed, the thunder rumbling making you way more jumpy than usual. You made it to the bathroom and locked yourself inside, pressing your back against the wall, sliding down until you were sitting on the ground, hugging your knees, crying in the darkness, your eyes narrowed out in rage as you relived the scene, the villain now jeering at you as you squirm helplessly within their henchman’s grasp.

    “O-Of course I’m sure…” But were you really? You winced as you felt the villain closing in, smirking, his lips practically touching your ear, his hands on your hips… Protectively? You try and kick away and you’re roughly pushed against a broken building on fire. They smirk as you squeak, trying your hardest to push them off of you but you can’t muster up the strength from your broken body and you end up a mass of tears. How the fuck did you even manage to escape the henchmen and fight them off long enough? You might as well have stayed held up… You cornered yourself. Freedom short lived but also at the hand of Shinso’s safety.

    “If only I was smarter… He would be able to fight off longer…”

       “Aw, honey. What are you so scared of,” they teased and taunted, wiping your tears gently. You tried to think… What WERE you afraid of? You assumed already that becoming a hero wouldn’t be an easy or particularly safe job, you knew what you wanted- to save people. Were you scared that suddenly you were powerless against a pretty powerless villain? Or that none of the bigger heroes had came to your aide? Or… Maybe it was what the villain said was true and you didn’t want to accept it. Maybe it was because you didn’t have much power, and because of that, the death toll of surrounding civilians continued to climb higher. Maybe it was the fact that finally you might be dying. Maybe you were scared for Shinso? But… He was still fighting. Why couldn’t you? Your face overcame a weak shade of red as you heard the villain snicker in your ear, their breath tickling at your ear lobe. You flinch and try and push away, a sharp shard of debris from the broken building plunging into your skin and muscles, narrowly missing your spine. You wince and yell out loudly, wondering how long you could keep going, your knees weak, hero costume torn and tattered, your knees giving out as you lean against the enemy for support wondering when your fucking support was gonna come. It’d been HOURS and you and Shinso have been holding your own both of you wishing you could’ve ended the fighting sooner, but physically unable to.

    “I guess… In the end, they were right. I DO indeed make a much better villain… These people.. They give me everything I could have ever asked for… A home. Acceptance.. But you fucking assholes… You’re trying to take that from me! WE DON’T NEED MONEY OR ANYTHING FLASHY TO SUCCEED! I’m sick of the world only saving certain people. That’s why we do what we do… SO the world can save everyone… But you motherfuckers don’t see it.. You’re trying to destroy it… And guess what? I have backup and you don’t. OUR family is more loyal than yours… You know they can all see you right? You’re the face of everyone’s screens… You’re on the heroes’s radar. But they don’t give a DAMN. You’re. Not. Them. Now.. Enough of that. I asked you a question. Be a good little hero and answer it or I’ll just have to kill you,” they shrugged, unsheathing a beautiful blade with vines engraved so neatly, the shine reflecting orange and yellow on your skin. They started dragging the tip up your arms. “Was it what I said? Are you realizing that it’s the truth,” they hissed in your ear.

    “Mmm.. Cmon… Speak up. I can’t hear you.. But before you lie to me… Look around. Where’s that beloved All Might of yours? Where’s Endeavor? Or Ecto, or Orca? Eraserhead? Your own teacher?! Nowhere. Just you and Shinso. How the hell are you two supposed to defend against all of us? They sent you out to die. They know where you both are but they aren’t here. Huh. And yet-“

    “SHUT UP,” you cried out, wiggling against your restraints trying to push those thoughts to the side. “Fuck fuck fuck… Please… Please shut up!” They ran their fingers through your hair, leering over you as they admired the beautiful tears that fell from your face at first from being scared and then next from realization. “Oh sweetheart~ You say I have no power over you, just you wait,” they winked and they backed away dropping their weapon and ogling you. “I’ll just help you out. We ALL surrender,” he retreated, yawning, the spotlights falling over you and a beat up Hitoshi, panting and bleeding though you were more broken, the villains surrounding the both of you receding into one clump. Your knees gave out and you dropped to the ground having no crutch, the villain antagonizing you having fell back. You were falling unconscious practically, your eyes fluttering and unresponsive. 

   “(Y/N!)” You heard Shinso’s smooth voice barely before you tried to answer with a small grunt. You felt new warmth taking over as he dropped next to you, brushing your tattered hair out of your face, his eyes wide with rage and worry. “(Y/N), answer me,” he said softly, cradling your head against his chest.

    “Y-Yeah..” You managed a small response, your mind instantly becoming foggy and your body warm as he activated his quirk, his voice chiming quietly in your head.

    “Just stay with me, baby. We’ll get you to the doctors… Rest…” And that’s all you heard before you’d slipped, your body tingling from the blood  loss. 

   You were ripped from this flashback and you were cradling yourself, trembling on the cold tiled floor of your bathroom waiting for Shinso to come back, knowing that you couldn’t take much more of this.

    “They were right,” you whispered quietly. You went to talk to All Might about what happened, asking to seek counseling and help because of these severe PTSD episodes and he simply brushed you off with, “All heroes are expected to perform at top! Meds and further counseling could be damaging to your performance,” and Endeavor pretty much told you to get over it. You remembered how all of the villains had back up and they even seemed to have your back too. They knew that they could all kill you AND Shinso in the same breath but instead they surrendered and opened your eyes. You didn’t want to believe it… Did you really belong in the hero course? Were they just saying that to get in your head? You didn’t know what was going on anymore.

    “Why are those fucking hero course kids treated like fine china?? Why do they get special counseling, training, and shit and we’re stuck here?! Why?! WHY! I’m trying to work my ass off even more than they do because they have flashy quirks!” You slowly stopped crying, sitting up on your knees absolutely enraged as you stared at the floor.

    “They had loads of support… Where was everyone when we needed them…? Did they really send us out to die?” You rubbed your arm as you tried not to slip into your previous mind state, waiting patiently. There was a gentle knock on the door, causing you to jump and shriek.

    “(Y/N)? Are you okay?” It was just Shinso… The very person you’d wished to see. But why did suddenly it feel all wrong? You heard a small paper bag rustling on the other side and you sighed softly, draping your hand over your forehead, slowly unlocking the door, your knuckles broken and bloodied from pounding at the floor. Shinso’s eyes widened. He knew that your episodes were bad but you never went so far as to do this. It was mostly just crying and trembling. The answer was obvious but the both of you didn’t really care for the honest truth. You’d broke… You lost faith and hope. Your hard work, busting your ass trying to catch up to the hero course kids— Even MINETA! He’s a fucking perv that wears a bowl as his hero costume!

   “(Y/N)… What happened..?” He asked with caution, probably already knowing what’d gone down in his absence. Your eyes teared up as you saw his expression, his eyes swirling with intense dejection and brood. Suddenly you felt that you were in the way. In the way of his happiness and your fellow students. But… How could you just stand by and watch as your friends try and fail to reach the impossible status of the Hero Course kids. You didn’t hate Class 1A for this, it’s not their fault after all. It’s always been like this even before they knew how to say UA High. You were deflated instantly, but still you were determined to find answers but too weak to accept the truth if it came from a villain’s lips. Shinso noticed the lax that seized your posture and he sat on the ground beside you as you refused to answer his question. You zoned out.. AGAIN, your eyes now fixated on that white paper bag that sat beside your boyfriend’s foot.

   “(Y/N)?” He snapped in front of your eyes a couple of times and you jumped, snatched back to reality, his messy purple hair sunk in front of his eyes, his eyes looking even more tired than usual. You couldn’t help but to think it was because of you. Then, he saw that you were back with him and not the monsters of your mind, his sleepy smile replacing the look of worry that was on his face when he came back to see you broken on the ground. 

    “H-Huh? O-Oh! S-Sor-“ And just like that, you were under his spell. He’d asked a question and you responded. His eyes were a little more hopeful and you gave in immediately to him as he gently commanded you around.

    “Come here and cuddle me,” he said softly, his words the only thing present in your head. With each command he gave, your body had a surge of warmth flowing through your veins causing you to shiver. This was the most relaxed you’d felt since… Since you got accepted to UA. You scooted a little, sitting up and straddling his lap, your legs wrapped around his waist and your head rested on his chest. He smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, picking both you and the bag up off of the floor and walking back to your room.

     You snuggled into his chest, your mind still fuzzy as he sat down at the foot of the bed, hugging you tighter, the bag now rested at the side of you.

     “Relax, baby,” he whispered in that soothing tone in your ear and suddenly, your body’s tension melted away and you leaned into him more. “Good kitty,” he chuckled softly as he started to rub your back. “Now.. Tell me what happened.”

       Before you knew it, you were spilling your guts starting with details of the fight to the breakdown you were going through and he grunted softly with a small nod, his jawline tensing up. “Hitoshi,” you whispered softly against his chest. “When will it get better?… When will I stop looking at pill bottles with malicious intent… When can we finally be good enough for everyone. I mean fuck.. We’re third years now and the kids that were in class 1A are still held on the highest possible pedestal,” you whimper as the pain of your injuries become more apparent, your brain coming down from the numbing high he put you under. “…When will I stop getting in the way of you,” you added quietly, shifting a little and wincing, holding back more tears as you bury your face in his chest. Why’d you let it slip? He stroked over your hair and he continued to lull you into relaxation with his words.

    “Hey… Listen to me, (y/n),” he started, his hand on your hip the other ducking under your chin, his eyes locking onto yours as he guided your head up. “You’re NEVER in the way of me, okay? I understand… You think your hard work was all for nothing… Hero society is kind of.. Fucked up in that way, but listen to me. Okay? Are you listening?” His jawline tensed as he stared at you and you nodded slowly, brushing his sleek purple bangs out of his face.

     “You’re everything to me… I know you’re thinking of ditching this UA bullshit.. Hell I was whenever everyone told me how great of a villain I’d make because of my stupid quirk,” he said lowly, his voice a little wavery as he began to well up himself.

      “But…. Why can’t we become heroes that save everyone? We could.. I dunno make a smaller group.. For people with smaller quirks when we become pros. It’s not a matter of if.. And we don’t have to be super popular. I mean, think about it… Eraser isn’t too popular… But everyone knows his name and knows him as an underground hero.. And he’s got a quirk just like us. If he could do it then we definitely can… Just stick it out with me a little longer, baby. I promise you that things’ll get better.” He caressed your cheek gently and you let his words replace the villain’s. You pushed your head into his hands and you looked away from his eyes and down at his chest.

    “They surrendered for us… Toshi.. They were more of a family… They were together… And once ONE said to back off they all did… H-He said that the heroes could see us.. We were on the radar and we were ignored… How am I supposed to take that? I just.. I want a place where I can finally feel fucking normal.. Safe… Protected… He said it in the best and worst way.. We’re not the money makers here… So big name heroes don’t help… We exist too…”

   Shinso nodded and a small smile crossed his lips as he shed his jacket and wrapped it around you, the harsh punches of hard rain hitting your window finally subsiding a little.

     “Baby. So what if they saw us? They didn’t help and that’s on them. WE’RE known now though… If they are doing it for the money… Well then they’re not real heroes. We’re becoming heroes to save people.. Not… Money. Not fame. We’re gonna be the ones that save everyone and not just certain people… And maybe- just maybe.. We can coax those villains that we were fighting against out of villainy and maybe they’ll join us… Who knows?”          

      You smile at his hopefulness and you sit up again, pressing your lips against his and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He returned the kiss, both arms around your waist, a soft breath escaping him as he pushed into the kiss more. After a long, lingering moment, your drowsiness is more apparent and you pull away slowly, your lips still barely touching his, his forehead rested against yours. He opened his beautiful, exhausted indigo eyes and he stared into yours and you both sit there smiling at each other.

     “I love you, Hitoshi,” you whisper quietly as you start to play in his hair.

     “I love you too, Kitty,” he smiled more and held up the bag. “Let’s get you something to eat so you can take these okay? I think… Maybe a counseling session is in order? Since… We’re not hero course kids… We’ll have to pay for it ourselves, but it’ll be worth it! I promise,” he smiled at you as you take one of the bottles out of the bag. Once again, his pep talks calmed you down but this one inspired you. The incident was now seen in a new light… YOU weren’t the victim.. And you were gonna see to it personally that nobody else ever went through what both you and the villain did. You were going to make it, the villain’s and Shinso’s words to be the driver of your success.

      “Hey Toshi?” You asked quietly as he set you on the bed and made his way into the kitchen. You followed him and leaned in the doorway, playing with one of the smooth pills in your hands as you looked at him

     “Yes baby?” He rose an eyebrow as he sifted through the cabinets.

     “…We’re all in the same school… We’re all students trying to be heroes.. So why are the rest of us treated like shit?” He made his way over to you, kissing your forehead, a pack of fruit snacks, a small container of cookies, a bag of chips, and a bottle of water in hand.

     “You know.. That’s a good question… Maybe you should ask that when we’re top pros. I’ll be right by your side… Every single step of the way. I promise.” Your face burned with a bright blush and you grabbed Shinso’s hand, something slick and drenched rubbing against your legs. You jump and squeal quietly.

    “AH! WHAT THE FU- Oh! Snowball? Why were you outside during the storm??” You picked up your fluffy cat and Shinso smiled, holding your waist from behind, kissing the cat in the middle of his ears. He’d begged you to get a cat for so long and you finally got one, against the advice of the teachers. You guys were adults now. You were gonna act like it at least.

     “Hey… I have to take a shower… I’m all bloody and stuff.” He dragged you into the room, picking you up and tossing you on the bed along with the snacks. “Toshiii!!” He hopped on the bed next to you and climbed over you, kissing you gently everywhere but your lips, even attacking your neck a little.

     “Kittyyyy,” he mocked you and rolled his eyes playfully. Snowball made his way in between the two of you and he took his place on your chest purring loudly. “I think Snowball wants you to stay. And I do too.”

    “But-“

    “Shhhhhh…. Just stay a little while, okay? Then I’ll let you go take a shower.” You smile a little at his words and he lays down on both you and Snowball. Snowball purrs louder and stares at your boyfriend, his arms draped over you and his eyes closed as you play with his hair, his head rested next to Snowball’s on your chest. He hummed quietly as you take the pill, your fingers massaging at his scalp. He and snowball both fall asleep on you and you just stare at them, playing soft music from your phone. Despite Shinso’s talk, you were still afraid to sleep, however.. You didn’t mind staying awake, staring down at your beautiful boyfriend with his jawline so sharp it could fucking chop cheese, his messy purple hair still sprawled out though it rested more in his face than it did a few years ago. The pain of your injuries began to subside. Your mind was clear. You look at the purring cat and he looks at you through his squinted eyes before he falls asleep.

    Just his luck that the last thing he saw before he went to sleep today was that beautiful smiling face of yours.

#mha fluff #mha imagine #mha imagines #bnha shinso hitoshi #shinso x reader #shinso x you #bnha angst #mha aged up #please hype this up #please hydrate #Shinso fanfic #Shinso is the real mvp #shinsou x you #shinsou x y/n #gender neutral character #gender neutral fic

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Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun: After-School Radio #0

I have seen bits of the Hanako-kun radio show translated here and there, but never the entire episodes, so here’s to the people who wanted to know how the rest of them goes down. The whole thing is ridiculously funny.

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Ogata: Everyone... happy... New Year.

[Quiet chuckes]

Ogata: I’m the one who voices Hanako-kun from “Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun”, Ogata Megumi.

Akarin: *giggles*

Ogata: I was—

Yuu-kun: What’d you say?

Everyone: *laughs*

Yuu-kun: Sorry, what’d you say??

Chikape: Cut it out, Handsome.

Ogata: You’re such a clown, huh! I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! I was put under a spell that took away my voice for today.

Akarin: A supernatural! A supernatural! It was a supernatural!

Ogata: I’ll leave the progress of things to Yashiro from now. Here. Counting on you, Yashiro!

Akarin: Yes!

Everyone: *laughs*

Akarin: Ah! Ogata-san has stood up from her seat. *laughs*

ChibaShou: If it was a supernatural’s fault, there’s just no helping it!

Akarin: It was a supernatural’s fault.

Yuu-kun: Hey, hey, go on!

Akarin: Yes! Anyway! Hello, all!

Everyone: Hello!

Akarin: I voice Yashiro Nene from “Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun”. My name is Kitou Akari! Also, happy New Year! Cheers!

[Applause]

Akarin: Eh, the very popular original work by AidaIro-sensei, serialized in G Fantasy, “Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun”, will finally have the first episode of its much-awaited anime adaptation broadcasting from next week onward, on January 9! For those who can’t wait for it to air, today, I, Kitou Akari, who play the role of Yashiro Nene, am intruding into the studio in the middle of the recording, to ask everyone in the cast about their passion for it! Yaaay!

[Cheering]

Akarin: It’s already clear that it’s pretty lively here, though!

Yuu-kun: Thanks!

Akarin: *laughs*

Staff: Aren’t you the same?

Akarin: True. That’s right. I’m the same. *laughs* Talki—Talking like that to your Senpai— *laughs* That’s true. It’s a bit—

Ogata: *whispers* Yashiro, take it seriously!

Akarin: *laughs*

Yuu-kun: She ain’t taking it seriously!

Satou: She is! Come on!

ChibaShou: It’s a supernatural! A supernatural just came by!

Satou: A supernatural is doing this!

Akarin: A supernatural passed us just now. *laughs* Okay, anyway. Well, let’s get right to it. Eh, then, first... I want to ask about the enthusiasm of Kou’s voice actor—

ChibaShou: YES!!!

Chikape: Whoa! He’s so eager!

Akarin: *laughs* Chiba Shouya-san!

ChibaShou: Yes!

Akarin: Chiba-san, how about it?

ChibaShou: Please stop playing around like I’m so cool when we’re at a stage where I haven’t said a single line yet!

Akarin: *laughs*

ChibaShou: That’s a pretty good retort! Hum—

Ogata: The one who played around was Mizushima Takahiro!

Akarin/ChibaShou: *laugh*

ChibaShou: That’s right. It was Mizushima-san. Hum, speaking of Mizushima-san, I’m Chiba Shouya!

Akarin: *laughs harder*

ChibaShou: Hum, I voice Minamoto Kou. My name is Chiba Shouya. Everyone, happy New Year!

Akarin: Cheers!

ChibaShou: Cheers. Man, seriously. This was such a long-awaited anime adaptation.

Akarin: Hm-hm!

ChibaShou: Ever since this work was announced, as expected, each of the viewers were like, “Ah! That thing’s gonna get animated!”, so it seems this series is truly loved by people of many age groups.

Akarin: Right?

ChibaShou: Anyhow, the more you read it, the more you become a captive of it! Hum, for me, this year is coming after a bad one...

Akari: Oh!

ChibaShou: Erm, things are going horribly...

Akari: “Horribly”... *giggles* Huh? That’s awful.

ChibaShou: Kou-kun has really been exorcising all of it this whole time.

Akari: Oooh.

ChibaShou: Because he says in the PV, “Hanako, I’ll exorcise you”.

Akarin: Hehe, true.

ChibaShou: So maybe he’s exorcising my bad year too.

Akarin: Whoa!

ChibaShou: That’s what I think.

Akarin: You said something kinda smart. *laughs*

Yuu-kun: *laughs* Aaaah...

Akarin: You said something smart.

Yuu-kun: He said something good.

Akarin: *giggles*

ChibaShou: Hum, I’m the first, so I’m just contemplating. Being the first in turn and all.

Akarin: *laughs*

ChibaShou: Hum, but anyway, for real, I want a lot of people to watch it.

Akarin: Yep!

ChibaShou: And we’re very... how should I put it? We’re recording a fun series with a fun atmosphere.

Akarin: Yep, yep!

ChibaShou: That’s why I kinda guess it’ll be a fun start of 2020 for the people watching. So please do look forward to the broadcast every week together with us! We’ll be in your care.

Akarin: All right!

ChibaShou: That’s it.

Akarin: Thank you very muuuch!

[Applause]

Akarin: Okay! Anyway! Then, next is... Uchida-saaan!

Yuu-kun: Yeees! Heeere! Hellooo!

Akarin: Welcooome! Hellooo!

Yuu-kun: ‘Ello, thanks!

Everyone: *laughs*

Yuu-kun: Ever since this thing started, my “little brother” has been kinda—my “little brother” has been kinda—

Akarin: *laughs*

Chikape: You’re stammering!

Yuu-kun: *laughs*

Chikape: Sorry!

Yuu-kun: Now the older brother—the older brother is here!

Akarin: Oh! Onii-chan!

Yuu-kun: Hello. I voice Minamoto Teru. My name is Uchida Yuuma.

Chikape: Onii-chaaan!

Akarin: Counting on you.

Yuu-kun: Yeees, I’m in your care~. There’s an (illustration of the) Onii-chan right behind me too~.

Daichuu: So handsome!

Akarin: Handsome!

Yuu-kun: Of course you’d bring that up!

Everyone: *laughs*

ChibaShou: We’d already been saying it since earlier!

Yuu-kun: Of course you’d bring that up! What kind of malice is this?

Akarin: It’s because the Onii-chan is indeed handsome!

Yuu-kun: Oh, yeah, yeah. The Onii-chan is really handsome.

Akarin: That’s right!

Yuu-kun: You see, in the Minamoto family, Kou is still quite a lively kid and he’s all over the place.

Akarin: Hm-hm!

Yuu-kun: So the brother watches over him gently, kind of as if cherishing him, and by God, he’s also student council president and can manage his studies well.

Akarin: Hm! He’s brilliant.

Chikape: Wow!

Yuu-kun: What a brilliant Onii-chan he is.

Daichuu: He’s gotta be popular!

Akarin: *laughs*

Yuu-kun: “Popular”! *wheezes* My bad!

Akarin: He’s definitely popular.

Yuu-kun: *villain voice* M-My bad!

Everyone: *laughs*

Yuu-kun: My bad, Kou! *evil laughter* Well, he’s not that kind of character, though! But, that’s right, he has quite some popularity amongst all the fans, so I keep thinking that it’ll be great if I can perform Teru-kun well. The pop-like and cute worldview of the series really does unravel in the anime too, so it’d make me happy if people could look forward to it! That’s what I think.

Akarin: Hm-hm!

Yuu-kun: Yes, I hope everyone will look forward to “Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun”~~~!

Akarin: All right~.

Yuu-kun: Thank you very much!

Akarin: Thank you very much. *claps*

ChibaShou: *Kou voice* Onii-chan just said something nice!

Yuu-kun: That’s right! *rough voice* Praise me, praise me!

Akarin: *laughs*

ChibaShou: Awesome!

Yuu-kun: See ya! Bye!

ChibaShou: “Farewell” seems better!

Yuu-kun: Farewell!

Akarin: “Farewell”! *laughs* Farewell. Then, next is Satou-san!

Satou: Yes!

Akarin: Come over, come over!

[General cheering]

Satou: I’m in your care~.

Akarin: Please!

Satou: Yes. Erm, I play Akane Aoi-chan. My name is Satou Minako.

Akarin: It’s a pleasure!

Satou: Pleasure is mine.

Chikape: Eeeh, she’s so cute!

Akarin: Cute! *laughs*

Satou: Eh, hum—

Everyone: *laughs*

ChibaShou: Radio! It’s your first time on the radio, right?

Satou: Yeah, it’s my first time in a radio show—

Akarin: Ah!

Chikape: Ah! Eeeh!? Waaah! Yaaay!

Akarin: Amazing!

Satou: Yes! It’s amazing. My first!

[Commontion in the background]

Akarin: That’s so rare! Having your first time on the radio with a scene like this!

Satou: Yes. I’m super nervous!

Akarin: It’s not a sight you get to see everywhere.

Satou: Yes! I’m incredibly nervous.

Akarin: Hm!

Satou: Erm, “Hanako-kun” is my first participation in an anime—

Akarin: Oh!

Yuu-kun: Eeh??

Akarin: Waah!

Satou: Yes! I didn’t know left or right at the beginning, and even now—

Daichuu: You still don’t know?

Satou: I don’t! I don’t know where right or left is!

Akarin: Right is... Right is that way~.

ChibaShou: There’s only the right side in here!

Everyone: *laughs*

Satou: I get nervous even now, but I keep challenging the recordings while being helped by these Senpais and the people behind the production every time.

Akarin: Hm-hm!

Satou: The one I play, Akane Aoi-chan is the most super popular girl in the academy.

Akarin: She’s cute!

Satou: Very. And I—

Akarin: Both so popular!

Everyone: *laughs*

Satou: There’s both a popular girl and popular guy here. And she’s quite different from me, but—

Akarin: No, no!

Satou: —I want to do my best from now on too, so that I can keep performing Ao-chan with all my might!

Akarin: All right!

Satou: I’ll be in your care.

Akarin: Counting on you!

[Applause]

Akarin: Thank you so much! Then, next is Anzai-san!

Chikape: Yes!

Akarin: Please!

Daichuu: Ah. Cute.

Chikape: I voice Nanamine Sakur—you liar!

Akarin: “Cute”! *laughs*

Chikape: You liar! That was such a monotone!

ChibaShou: Hey, beauty!

Chikape: Liar!

Ogata: There are only supernaturals in this studio!

Everyone: *laughs*

Ogata: Only “supernaturals”!

T/N: This is a pun with the similar pronounciation of the words “supernatural” (kaii) and “cute” (kawaii).

Akarin: “Supernatural”~.

Yuu-kun: They called her a “supernatural”~.

Chikape: It’s full of “supernaturals” here~. I voice Nanamine Sakura. My name is Anzai~! Yay~!

[Cheering]

Akarin: Counting on you!

Chikape: Hum, today, Mizushima-san and I were revealed as part of the cast.

Akarin: Ah! That’s right.

Daichuu: Yeah.

Yuu-kun: Hm-hm!

Chikape: Right. Well, we can’t talk much about what kind of roles they will be. *chuckles*

Akarin: Hmmm, true.

Chikape: That’s right. We’re in charge of two mysterious figures!

Akarin: Yes! *laughs*

Chikape: I want to keep this up mysteriously!

Everyone: *laughs*

Akarin: That’s just like them!

ChibaShou: Can’t tell what’s on the inside!

Chikape: But really, she’s kind of occasionally here and there all of a sudden, and it just makes you go, “Uh, could she be...?”

Akarin: That’s true.

Chikape: So I hope people will eventually become a bit interested in her.

Akarin: Hm-hm.

Chikape: The recordings are fun. *laughs*

Akarin: *laughs* Right~?

Chikape: It’s fun. We always do it like this, don’t we? *laughs*

Akarin: Right~? *laughs*

Chikape: Is it enough yet?

Everyone: *laughs*

Akarin: Nothing else to say about your enthusiasm?

Chikape: None at all, none at all!

Akarin: “None at all”?

Chikape: From now on—

ChibaShou: What kind of year do you want this year to be?

Chikape: What kind of year I want this year to be? An olympic...

Everyone: *laughs*

Chikape: An olympic year??

T/N: This has to be the most ironic thing I’ve ever translated, omg.

ChibaShou: That’s got nothing to do with the series!

Chikape: Ah, the series? For the series, let’s see...

Daichuu: May it become a series worthy of a gold medal.

Chikape: Ah, that’s right!

Akarin: Aaah!

Chikape: *claps* As expected of you~~~!

Akarin: *claps* As expected of you!

Chikape: I hope we can convey this joy right now to everybody through the anime.

Akarin: That’s right!

Chikape: We’ll be in your care. Look forward to it! Wey!

Akarin: Thank you very muuuch!

[Applause]

Akarin: Now, Mizushima-san!

Chikape: Yay, yay!

Daichuu: Yes!

Akarin: Daichuu-san, counting on you!

Daichuu: I’ll be in your care. Haah~!

Chikape: Whoo! So cool!

Everyone: Cool~~~!

ChibaShou: Coo-coo!

Daichuu: For real?

Everyone: *laughs*

Daichuu: Do you think that from the bottom of your hearts? Do you?

ChibaShou: He seems pretty happy.

Daichuu: Then I am.

Akarin: Yes.

Everyone: *laughs*

Daichuu: Okay, eeeeeh... I play Hyuuga Natsuhiko. My name is Mizushima Takahiro!

Akarin: All right, counting on you!

Daichuu: Okaaay!

ChibaShou: Yay~!

Chikape: Whee~!

Daichuu: Man, it makes your heart race, doesn’t it? That the show will soon be running.

Akarin: Hm-hm!

Daichuu: And also the fact that we’re now here—we’re now here, in a situation like this.

Akarin: “In a situation like this”?! *laughs*

Daichuu: My heart’s racing right now.

Chikape: This isn’t some matchmaking date!

Daichuu: Eh, it’s not? I think this whole thing about being interviewed by Kitou-chan...

Akarin: *laughs*

Daichuu: ...is kind of... really nice.

Akarin: Ah, really?

Daichuu: Hm.

Akarin: What are your hobbies?

Daichuu: My hobby is—

Ogata: To create an air of misunderstandings.

Everyone: *laughs*

Daichuu: My hobby is Akari Kitou, I guess.

Akarin: Uh? Your hobby is me?

Chikape: Shouya, run.

Akarin: *laughs*

Chikape: Hurry and run away~.

Daichuu: No, this is my role! My role! I’m incorporating my role!

Akarin: “Incorporating your role”?

ChibaShou: Your role is already showing!

Akarin: Ah, you’re in your role?

Daichuu: Yeah, I incorporated it a bit too hard.

Akarin: You’re in your role, huh. I see.

Satou: We’re in a recording site, after all!

Daichuu: Erm, might kinda happen when I get in front of a microphone.

Akarin: Indeed.

Ogata: *whispers* Liar!

Daichuu: It’s part of me—

Akarin: “Liar”, she says!

Satou: “Liar”!?

ChibaShou: *laughs*

Akarin: Ogata-san is calling you a liar!

Ogata: *whispers lower* Liar!

Yuu-kun: *laughs*

Daichuu: Eh, Ogata-san, what was that?

Ogata: *gets close to the mic* Liaaaaaar!

Everyone: *laughs and claps*

Daichuu: Please just re—

Akarin: Daichuu-san.

Daichuu: Please—please rest. Please go rest.

Akarin: Please let her rest. *laughs*

Daichuu: That’s right. Okay, anyway. Well, the recordings are really like this—I mean, they’re not that messy, but they’re extremely fun.

Akarin: Hm-Hm!

Daichuu: And it’s almost like it leaks from the series. So the serious part of it is hoping that people will enjoy it like this, I guess.

Akarin: Hm-hm.

Daichuu: Also... what was it again? I’m... what again?

Akarin: *giggles*

Yuu-kun: You’re what?

Daichuu: Eeeh, anywaaay...

Akarin: What is it?

Daichuu: Anyway, I’m... thinking of chopping Chiba to shreds.

Chikape: What do you mean?!

Akarin: *laughs*

Daichuu: In a cool way.

ChibaShou: I’m gonna be chopped up!

Daichuu: I’m gonna chop you up.

Akarin: *laughing* “Chop you up”...

T/N: This is a joke with Chiba Shouya’s name and the term “chop up” (“chibachiba”).

Daichuu: *laughs* Really, none of the things I’m saying have substance!

Akarin/ChibaShou: *laugh*

Daichuu: But this is how it is! This is it.

Akarin: This is it!

Daichuu: Yes!

Chikape: We won’t lose!

Daichuu: That’s right!

Akarin: That’s true, indeed.

Daichuu: Story-wise, we’re still not there, I really want people to look forward to us.

Akarin: Hm-hm.

Daichuu: That’s how I want to conclude it.

Akarin: *laughs*

Daichuu: Anyway, I’ll... I’ll be gone.

Akarin: “I’ll”... *laughs*

Daichuu: Thank you very much!

Akarin: Ah, you’re leaving?

Chikape: Please don’t create a misunderstanding.

Daichuu: Yes! Well, we’ll be in your care~~~!

Akarin: So we will!

[Applause]

Staff: Now, the last is... Kitou-san.

Akarin: Ah! Is that okay?

Staff: Yes.

Ogata: Yashiro!

Akarin: Ah!

Ogata: Go, Yashiro!

Akarin: “Yashiro”...! Can Yashiro... Can Yashiro also speak? *laughs*

Staff: Please proceed straight to the point.

Akarin: *laughs* Okay. Well, I, Kitou Akari, want to talk about my excitement—

Daichuu: Waaah. Cute.

Akarin: *laughs*

Chikape: Sooo cute.

ChibaShou: AWESOME!!

Akarin: “Awesome”?

Chikape: That sense of transparency is extremely good.

Akarin: No, no!

ChibaShou: It’s like she’s the heroine!

Yuu-kun: So cute~!

Akarin: No, hum, I am, in a sense, playing the role of the heroine, Nene-chan. *laughs*

Daichuu: Behind you! Behind you!

Akarin: Ah, Ogata-san is behind me... *laughs*

Daichuu: You just can’t relax looking at that!

Everyone: *laughs*

Akarin: Well, about the anime “Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun”, the staff transmits even to us when we’re recording that they made it with a lot of enthusiasm, and all of us, the actors, are performing with our very souls, so I think it’ll become a truly wonderful series when it broadcasts. Thus, I would be happy if everyone could watch and stick with it until the very end! We’ll be in your care!

[Applause]

Akarin: All right! Thank you very much! So, lastly, is it okay to have Ogata-san, who voices Hanako-kun, talk about her excitement with a bit of whisper voice?

Ogata: *whispers* It’s all right.

Everyone: *chuckles*

Akarin: “All right”, you say?

Ogata: Because everyone is doing this properly.

Akarin: *giggles*

Ogata: I think it will turn out to be a series that will stick to the viewer’s backs like this.

Akarin: *laughs*

Ogata: What an unpleasant series that would be!

Akarin: *laughs harder*

Ogata: All right, that being said, please support us. That’s it.

Akarin: Okay! Thank you very much!

[Applause]

Yuu-kun: Her attitude was incredible when she sat there.

Akarin: When she sat there?

Daichuu: It was a different atmosphere.

Akarin: *laughs* Okay, anyhow. *laughs* I think Ogata-san will soon be able to carry out this show in a better condition.

Daichuu: If not, I’ll do it.

Akarin: Ah, then, do that.

Ogata: I ain’t letting you! Buzz off!

ChibaShou: That’s the only thing she’ll do whatever it takes for!

Akarin: Okay, we’ll be in everyone’s care. Now, here’s some news! Chiba-kun, please!

ChibaShou: Ah, yes! I’ll do it!

Chikape: Choppily!

ChibaShou: “Choppily”?

Akarin: Choppily! Please do it choppily!

ChibaShou: Eh, let’s see. “Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun” has... This isn’t working. Forget the “choppy” part, seriously.

Everyone: *laughs*

ChibaShou: The comic version of “Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun”, from volume 1 to 12, plus volume 0, the artbook and the official spin-off comic, “Houkago Shounen Hanako-kun” are all on sale.

Akarin: Hm-hm!

ChibaShou: Eh, it turned into a end-of-year sale. Everyone, did you buy them? I did. Eh, please try reading them during New Years break!

Akarin: Please!

ChibaShou: Now, information about the TV anime. It starts airing on TBS, a Thursday, at 25:58 on January 9! And other than TBS, it airs on Friday, January 10, at 24:03 on Sun TV. On January 11, Saturday, at 26:03 on BS-TBS. On January 15, Wednesday, at 26:03 on CBC. It’ll be aired in sequence. Please look forward to it and wait for the broadcast!

Akarin: All right!

ChibaShou: Gonna be aired in lots of places, huh?

Akarin: Hm-hm!

ChibaShou: Also, “Hanako-kun” can be watched in the streaming sites of each. For the people who can’t watch it in real time, please check the official home page!

Akarin: Okay! Moreover, we—

ChibaShou: *sighs* I ended up talking seriously like normal.

Akarin: *laughs*

Daichuu: What the—Why are you saying that now?

Satou: He’s regretting it.

Akarin: He regretted it! He regretted it. Also, we have happy news from this After-School Radio too!

Chikape: What is it?

Akarin: From the next episode onward, guess what!

Chikape: “Guess what” what?

Akarin: We’ll stream it live~~~!

Chikape: Eeeeeh??

Daichuu: What the...!

[Applause]

Akarin: Amazing!

ChibaShou: Awesome!!

Akarin: Live!

ChibaShou: Live streaming!

Akarin: My, my!

Daichuu: We’ll be on live.

Akarin: So, the scheduled date for the next streaming is January 17, Friday!

Daichuu: That’s when it’ll stream?

Akarin: It’s the day just after the second episode.

Chikape: Oh! Amazing.

Akarin: People will get to hear everyone’s voices live, immediately after the anime’s broadcast!

Chikape: Amazing!

ChibaShou: Amazing!

[Applause]

Akarin: Whee, hooray!

Chikape: Amazing, amazing!

Daichuu: That’s so awesome...

Akarin: Yes! The details of the streaming will be publishd in the anime’s official Twitter, so please look forward and wait for the news flash!

[Background music starts playing]

Akarin: We’ve promoted the “Hanako-kun” anime right before the broadcast here in the radio! Everyone, let’s enjoy both the radio and the anime together!

Everyone: *laughs*

Ogata: Whether or not we managed to promote “Hanako-kun” will depend on each of the fans when it airs.

Akarin: *laughs*

Ogata: Soon enough, I want to be delivering more of our excitement to everyone live.

Akarin: Hm!

Ogata: Look forward to it~!

Akarin: Look forward to it!

Ogata: These have been Hanako-kun and everyone that will make an appearance in “Hanako-kun”~!

Akarin: *giggles* Bye-bye~!

Everyone: Bye-bye!

Chikape: Look forward to it!

Akarin: Look forward to it!

ChibaShou: Look forward to it. We’ll be in your care.

Akarin: We will!

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Maututine

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F!MC (Casey Valentine) 

Book: Open Heart 

Word Count: 1826

Warning/Rating: *minor* Mentions of death/G.

A/N: Hi! I am back with a new fic, and its a fluffy one! Its a make-up for all the hearts I broke from my last fic (which I still feel bad for, but I loved all the feedback! Thank you!) I somehow insert some real-life events in this fic, I feel like.. its something, I want to write for a while. I lost my grandfather in 2016, and in this story, all those experiences and memories mentions below about him, is true. I just felt, I want to open that part of my life. I am not an open book, but somehow, it felt right to write about it in this fic. Its been 4 years, and writing this help me sort out my feelings for it. ( ended up getting emotional (indeed crying) writing it, but.. i feel happy writing it.) Hope it makes sense lol I hope all of you enjoyed it! (I know the gif aint related to the hospital, but... that’s the vibe I am looking for! // Also, the mentions of medical school is to refer to Casey’s character and they were some changes from the real life events that I did to fit the theme of the book, and Casey’s character.) 

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Maututine -  Of or relating to early morning; occurring in the early morning.

Edenbrook Hospital was quiet at 4, in the morning as her shift is finally done. An emergency had occurred earlier, which involving numerous victims from a fire. All of them managed to survive, as only a few of them had major injuries. Casey felt herself let out a yawn before making her way to a coffee vending machine that Dr. Ramsey shared with her and her colleagues after losing a bet that was made by June.

She inserts the amount of money needed and gets herself a cup of mocha. It was one of her comfort drinks. The heat from it jolts her awake, as she feels herself about to pass out in the middle of the floor. She took a small sip, as the hot beverage gives her an energy boost at that moment.

The hallways were quiet, as a few nurses were seen working. All of her roommates had gone back home since their shift ended earlier than hers. In her mind, she was debating on going back home, or perhaps stay at the hospital before the daily routine starts. As she was making her way back to the on-call room to get some rest, she bumped into a familiar face making her smile.

'Bryce!' She shouted from a distance as she makes her way to him.

His smile widens at the sound of her voice, he had slowed down his pace as she was catching up to him.

'Fancy seeing you here.' Bryce winks as Casey smiles from the comment.

'A long night as well?' She asked as she took another sip from her drink.

He nods, 'Carotid endarterectomy, remove the blockage from carotid arteries. It was a challenging one, but we all did it pretty well!' Bryce replied with a dash of excitement in his voice.

'I am proud of you, party boy.' Casey lets out a compliment as he raised an eyebrow from the comment.

'Is your head too big for another compliment Lahela?'

'Nah, my head is perfect. But, why so sudden?' He asked with full of curiosity in his voice.

'I just, with everything going on in our lives now; all the chaos and insanity. It’s good to see you happier, more in your element.' She took his hand and give him a light squeeze. He leans forward as he placed a small kiss on her cheek.

They walked together slowly, before Bryce's face had turned into a devilish smile that she knows all too well.

'I know that face, what are you planning?'

His eyes full of mischief, as he lets her on the idea.

'Let's change our view for a bit. I haven't seen sunshine in a few hours and honestly, there is a sweet spot to watch the sunrise.' Bryce spills the idea of earning an earnest smile from Casey.

'Colour me intrigued. Let's do it.' Casey agrees as they made their way to a set of staircases leading up to the hospital roof. They were stealthy, being as silent as possible to avoid any attention.

After a long five minutes of climbing up the stairs, they finally arrived at the infamous rooftop of Edenbrook Hospital. It was still dark, as the stars above them were shining. Both Bryce and Casey made their way to the edge as they took a seat on the cold tiles. They kept their pager with them, just in case of emergencies.

The environment around them was silent except for a couple of cars on the road, and the light from the city is their view for the night.

'This is a pretty sweet view.' Bryce said as his eyes darted everywhere from the rooftop.

Casey placed her drink down, as she took a deep breath inhaling the night air. It was calming and it somehow makes her smile. She felt herself scoot towards Bryce, as he was still observing the view. She makes her way to him and places her head on his shoulder.

He was startled, before pulling her into his embrace as he puts his arm around her.

'This is an amazing idea.' Casey said as their feet were a few feet above the cold pavement below.

'You are welcome, I am a man of ideas after all.' Bryce replied with a smug expression on his face.

She lets out a laugh before the silence took over once more. It was almost sunrise in Boston, as they decided to take a breather from their work. The silence was comforting, as they were charging their own energy with the environment around them until Casey speaks up.

'Let's play plead the fifth.'  Casey said excitedly.

Bryce smiles as he felt familiar with the game from a patient named Dakota, who invited him for a game before his major surgery.

'Lay it on me, Valentine.' His confident smile appears at her suggestion.

'All right. My first question, tell me a random fact about you.' Casey lets out a small smile earning a chuckle from Bryce.

'What is that about?'

'Nothing, I feel amused by all of this. To answer your question, I love to go on random walks in the evening at the beach back at home… It is one of the things that I missed about it.' Casey seems to be studying him before she nods in approval of the answer.

'What's with the look?'

'I just…never thought that you would be a 'enjoy the moment' type of guy.'

'Hey, I love to party hard… but, sometimes you just need to step back and get some real air.' Bryce explains as the noises below are getting louder, but it's still not loud enough to ruin their time.

'Hm, that is interesting. Maybe one day, you can take me to these places of yours? I would love to see it.'

He takes one of her hands and placed a kiss on her knuckles.

'Let's make it a trip soon.' He winks before they proceed on enjoying the view around them.

It was silent once again before it is his turn to ask.

'What do you regret the most in life..?'

Casey's eyes widen from the sudden question, but she knows… regrets live with her for as long as she lived. She went quiet earning a few 'I'm sorry' look from Bryce before she starts to speak.

'I have some regrets in my life, but one really stood out to me….' She starts before feeling the lump on her throat as she continues.

'It was when my grandfather passed away, four years ago. I remember, during medical school. I was studying for an exam and there is this phone call from my brother, Dan. He told me, he had passed away a few hours before. At that moment, I don't know how to feel. It is my first major loss in my life, and it's something that I will never get used too…' she went silent once more as Bryce quietly listens to every word she said with his hands held hers as comfort.

She lets out a breath she was holding before she continues on,

'I was super close to him, he is like one of the people who makes me happy. I remember going back home to visit him, and just… it brings a smile on my face honestly. He would always take me on his motorcycle and just, spoiled me rotten…'

Bryce lets out a chuckle at the comment.

'Who wouldn't want to spoil you? You must be an adorable kid.'

'Yes, I am proud to say; I am in fact adorable as a kid but as an adult.' She stops observing herself before saying, 'not so much.'

'You are beautiful Cas, I mean it… and you are adorable too especially when you smile.' Bryce replies as he took an imaginary picture of her in his mind.

She pulled him into a sweet kiss before she continues,

'As I was saying, he would often spoil me rotten with ice-cream, sweets, chips.. every kid's dream. It is really a wonderful time to be alive, and somehow… when I get older, we kind of lost contact. He would still take me out on a trip on his bike, and somehow he would be like… the best friend I never had…' Casey felt tears coming out slowly, as she continues.

'Take your time Cas..' Bryce calms her down by rubbing her back slowly as she regains her composure once more.

'We kinda lost contact, or maybe... I suddenly become distant towards him. Honestly, looking back… I really don't deserve him. I didn't even call when we visit; I would just shrug his invite by saying, 'I'm too busy', or just… I ignored it. I feel like a villain, and after he passed away, those memories really hit home. I just, I regret the way I act towards him, he didn't deserve it and….'

'I just… I wish we had more time together you know… its been four years and somehow, the regret is still there. I wished he knew, how much I really loved him before he leaves us.' She felt herself wiping the tears that have fallen down with her free hand.

'I am so sorry Casey, I shouldn't have asked if that's how it gonna go.' Bryce felt guilty for the question.

'No worries Bryce, I am okay. It's been four years and I think you deserve the right  answer for introducing me to this magnificent view.' She said as she squeezed his hands.

He showcased a wide smile, on his face as he said.

'For what it's worth, I think your grandfather knows how much you love him. He would be proud of the woman you become today. You are a badass doctor, and I know… he is cheering you on, smiling proudly at all you have become today. I am proud of you too Dr. Valentine.' Bryce said with a million-dollar smile on his face, as he looks at her with a proud expression on his face.

'It feels good to let this story out. You are an amazing listener.' She replies as she glanced at him in adoration.

'I am your boyfriend after all. It's a part of the whole package, including these guns.' He said gesturing his body as Casey lets out a laugh.

'Just shut up will you.' She said as she leaned forward, their lips meet as the sun starting to set behind them as a backdrop of their moment.

They pulled away as their pagers started to beep, bringing them to the real world.

'Duty calls. Let's go.' Bryce said as they stood up, making their way down the stairs. Casey stopped them in front of the metal door, earning a questionable look from him.

'Thank you for bringing me here, we should do it again sometimes.' Casey said before leaning forward once again.

'It's a date.' He replied with a happy expression as they walked hand-in-hand to start their new day together.

THE END.

A/N #2: Hii! I hope you all enjoy it!! Its one of my favs that I write (I love all of them lol, but this one hits home so.. its a top favorite of mine!) Thank you for reading it, it means a lot! Don’t forget to leave a like, reblog and leave a comment too! It really means a lot, and thank you for reading again! Hope all of you have an amazing day!! 💖

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Two Cats, One Heart (Chat Noir x Reader)

Summary: Y/n Ross and Adrian Agreste are childhood best friends, they've been through thick and thin, including losing their mom, and dad. Since then Y/n's mom made her live with Adrian at his mansion and forever leaving her life. Watch as their lives Change as they become the new heroes of Paris alongside Ladybug and see how Romance sprouts between the two models.

Part 1  

{Y/n' POV}

Adrian and I were running down the street of our house trying to get to school on time. Why are we running to school in a rush when we could just take our personal driver? You may ask? Well, we aren't really allowed to attend school, so we snuck out of the mansion together with all our supplies and bags. We saw the School entrance and smiled at each other before starting to slow down and walk-in. "Adrien, Y/n, please reconsider! You know what your father and godfather want!" "This is what we wanna do!" Adrian said as I nodded and continued walking before we saw an old man lying on the road reaching for his crane. Adrian and I looked at each other and nodded before we took both sides of the old man and helped him up as I picked up his crane and gave it to him. "Thank you, young man and women" we smiled back at the old man before turning back to Natalie. "We just wanna go to school like everybody else. What's so wrong with that? " I said sadly. "Please don't tell my father about this" Adrian said as we sadly walked into the car and drove back to the Mansion we were imprisoned in. Unknown to us the old man we helped before stood in front of the mansion as we went in for our homeschool class, with two boxes that would change our entire lives. Adrian and I were in the middle of Natalie's history lesson as we listened to while we were still bummed out about the whole not going to school thing. "Who was the first president of the 5th French Republic?" "Everyone thinks it was de Gaulle, " Adrian started bored. "but it was actually René Coty before the first elections" I finished off for him. "excellent Adrian, Y/n"  I sighed as I saw my godfather aka Adrian's dad Mr.Agreste come in. "Give me a minute, would you, Nathalie?" Natalie nodded at Mr.Agreste. "yes, sir" Natalie left leaving Adrian and me with Mr.Agreste. "You are both NOT going to school. I already told you two"  Adrian and I stood up in protest. "but father/Sir!" "Everything you both need is right here where I can keep an eye on you two. I will not have you both outside in that dangerous world." "It's not dangerous, father. We're always stuck in here with nothing but each other and sometimes we can't even see each other. Why can't we go on and live life just like everybody else?" " Adrian said. "Because you are not like everyone else! You are my son and goddaughter! Continue."  Mr.Agreste left as Natalie came back. "We can leave it there if you have-" before she could finish Adrian and I ran back to our rooms, as tears rolled down my cheeks" "It isn't fair!" I yelled at myself as soon as I shut my door and threw myself on the couch. "why can't we live our lives as teens?" I wiped my tears before I turned on the TV not noticing the box right in front of me on the desk. "As incredible as it seems, it's been confirmed that Paris is indeed being attacked by a supervillain. The police have been struggling to keep the situation under control" I gasped at the news. "Super Villain?" After a second I noticed a strange black box on the desk in front of me. "huh? What's this doing here?" I opened the box as a grey light came out of it making me look away and drop the box to shield my eyes. "hey!" I looked at where the greeting came from to see...a grey floating fox?!?

I was about to scream before it flew quickly at me and covered my mouth. " Don't freak out! Please! I have had enough of new holders screaming whenever seeing me for the first time!" I nodded and grabbed the little grey fox and moved it away from my face. "so, are you like a genie? Do you grant wishes? Or are you just some small animal trapped in a-" I looked at the box to see a silver bracelet with a silver paw print in the middle. "really pretty bracelet." "I met him once, so what if he grants wishes, big bore. I'm way better than that guy" I looked at the little fox shook. "a genie... Exists?!" "so your surprised that exists but not questioning mines? Wow, I'm totally not offended" I chuckled nervously while I scratched the back of my neck sheepishly. "Sorry, it's just I read a lot of fairy tales of Genies, I never knew it really did it existed" "yeah yeah, whatever. Anyways the names Alpha" "I'm-" "Y/n, I know" "How did you know-" "I'm your kwami, of course, I would know your name" "What's a kwami?" I sat back down as Alpha stood floating in front of me. "A kwami is an ancient creature that grants the holder a special power, yours is the power of balance, you balance the power of destruction and creation, making sure there aren't too much of either of them." "what can I do, specifically?" "well, you wield a staff that can split into two like the ring miraculous and can take form into any weapon you like, except you have a different special ability called moon wolf when you say the word you can go invisible for 30 seconds only." "cool!" "but! There's a downside." "bad downside or is it not that bad?" I nervously said scared I might get severely ill or maybe I might get super tired every transformation. " it's not that bad, it's just you got five minutes until you detransform after using your special ability" "oh...thats not that bad I guess" I picked up the box and took out the silver bracelet and placed it on.

"So how does this work?"

"This is your miraculous, the grey fox miraculous. Using this would change you in to your superhero outfit complete with a mask and all that pizazz"

"Cool, how do I do that?"

"Just say, "Alpha, Tails out" then bam superhero"

"Okay, Alpha!-" Alpha covered my mouth again.

"Wait! before you do that, you need a hero name"

"right, but what should I name for myself"

"how about Lady Fox, like the last holder?"

"Lady Fox? I like the sound of that"

"Okay, now you can transform"

"Great! Alpha! Tails Out!" After I transformed I looked at my body mirror in awe.

"Now to test it out" I opened my window and looked around to see if anyone's watching before I hopped off and started jump building to building. I then saw a girl in a ladybug patterned suit as well as a boy in a black leather suit, both of them in masks. tied up in a yoyo string. I smirked as I stealthy walked over to them. "I'm guessing you two are my new teammates? they looked at me surprised. the red suit girl seemed nervous while the boy looked at me excited.  

"can you help us, g-get untied?" the girl asked. I nodded and pulled the tip of the string letting them free as they fell down. The cat boy came up to me and kissed my hand to which I blushed before I hid it and took back my hand.

"Thanks, umm"

"Lady Fox, you?"

"Chat Noir, at your service M'lady"  he bowed. So he's a flirty gentleman, I'll have to watch my back with him.

"I'm Ma... err... Mar... uhh..." The red suit girl pulled on her yoyo before it landed on Chat's head making me giggle as she looked at him apologetically.  " Madly Clumsy. I'm so clumsy."

"No sweat, clumsy girl. We're learning the ropes too." I nodded to Chat's reply.

"We can't be perfect at anything first try, right?" The ground began to tremble as we saw a building fall from afar. Chat and I nodded as we used out staffs to get up the building nearby from the ground.

" Hey! Where are you two going?"

"To save Paris, right?" I yelled back before Chat and I continued running. When we got to the source of the noise we saw the stone monster chasing a guy before the guy tripped. Chat extended his staff stopping the stone monster from reaching the guy. I used my staff to land next to the guy.

"Come on" I grabbed his arm and helped him up as I swung him to safety.

"Who are you?" He asked before I winked at him with a grin.

"Lady Fox" Before any more could be said I swung away to join to battle to see stone heart throw a net at a brown-haired girl who seemed to be recording. I gasped as I threw my staff to stop it from hurting her. "Are you okay, miss?" She nodded as she gaped at me in awe. but I soon got grabbed by the stone monster as did Chat as we got squished together. I looked at him with a blush creeping up as he grinned at me awkwardly before we looked away trying to move less so as not to get closer together. Ladybug soon came and used her yoyo to throw Stone monster down getting us freed.

"Animal cruelty? How shameful!"  I grinned at Ladybug's reply as I stood next to her next to a net. "Sorry it took so long, Cat Noir, Lady Fox" I nodded and smiled.

" It's cool, Wonderbug. Now, let's kick his rocky behind!" I sighed and grabbed Chat's tail.

"Hold on, kitty. Didn't you just see? he gets bigger and stronger with every attack."

"Lady Fox is right Chat Noir. We have to do something different"  

"Different how?" Chat asked as he rubbed his tail.

" Uhhh... I don't know." I thought about a plan while Chat noir decided to get cocky.

"Okay then. Let's use our powers. Cataclysm! Apparently I destroy whatever I touch."

"Chat wait-" I tried to stop him before he touched the net. great, that was his last shot. didn't he listen to his kawami? You only get one shot or time to use special powers.

"Cool. It's just you and me now! Time to rumble, soon-to-be rubble!" I face palmed as I sighed.

"Cat Noir! Wait!" Chat Noir either didn't hear or ignored Ladybug as he leaped and touched the stone monster, thinking he could still use his powers. Seems he finally realized that as he kept touching the stone monster.

"Uh-oh. I guess I only get one shot to use my power." Chat Noir smiled sheepishly before Stone Monster threw him back at us as I quickly got out of the way as he landed on the net.

"And you only have five minutes before you transform back. Didn't your kwami explain anything to you?"

"I guess I was a little excited about my new life."  

"Well, up to me. Lucky Charm!" A suit appeared in Ladybug's hands.

"Superpower?"

" My kwami told me I have to break the object where the whatchama-call-it... er, the Akuma is hiding."  

"Well, he's made entirely out of stone." Chat's right, he is entirely out of stone, I looked closely before noticing something. but his right hand is always shut. earlier when he took me, he avoided holding me and chat in the same hand, and held us both in his left hand. in fact he's been keeping his left hand to himself the entire time, like a Russian doll.

"His right hand, it's still closed. He never opens it. It's like the Russian dolls. The object isn't on him, it's hidden in his fist!" I exclaimed Ladybug caught on and nodded.

"Lady Fox is right"

"So what's your plan?" Chat asked. I smiled and stepped back for Ladybug to do her thing.

"This." Ladybug grabbed the hose under hoe and tied it to the suit. I looked at her as I soon realized what she was going to do and I nodded as she smiled. I turned my staff into a rope as I used to grab around Chat's legs.

"Don't resist. Trust me." I spun and around and threw chat into the stone monster.

"THIS GIRL'S CRAZY!"  Ladybug then ran.

"Catch me if you can!" Ladybug jumped making stone monster drop the item to grab ladybug. "Lady Fox! Now!" I nodded as I used my power.

"Moon Wolf!" I turned invisible so that the stone monster won't be able to try to touch me as I grabbed the item, making it look for it confused as I turned on the tap filling up the suit Ladybug had. letting Ladybug go. Once I was sure she was free, I threw the stone on the groundbreaking it. As we both watched it fly away as the stone monster changed back into a boy, making Chat fall.

"This girl is awesome, Crazy awesome" The broken stone pieces I had in my hand changed back into a paper as I smiled and walked the boy. Chat walked up to me and Ladybug.

"You two were in incredible, Lady Fox, and Miss uh bug lady, you did it!" I shook my head.

"No, We did it"

"Pound it!" We all said with a smile as Chat's ring and my bracelet began to beep.

"You two should get going. Our identities must remain secret."

"Farewell, m'lady. Let's do this again soon, okay?" Chat and I began to run, in the same direction home?

"Um, you live near here?"  I said as we made it to my home.

"Uh yeah" Why isn't he moving, doesn't he have to get home.

"um, shouldn't you get home?"

"What about you? I want to make sure you get home alright"

"No need, I-" My bracelet began to beep making me get nervous. I looked around before I thought out an idea. "Bye!" I ran all the way behind the mansion as I heard his footsteps leave. Strange how we ended up in the same place. I looked to make sure if he was gone before I ran back to my window as I heard my door knock as I changed back. I quickly hid Alpha who seemed tired as I sat on the couch casually.

"Come in!" I saw Adrian as I looked at him surprised. he never really came in my room before, after we became models we rarely have time for each other as we did when we were kids, it was like we were purposely being split apart. "Adrian?"

"Hey, Y/n. Long time since I came in here huh?" Adrian smiled as he laughed a bit making me grin.

"Yeah, I missed seeing you a lot. It's like we've grown apart"

"And now I want us to be together"

"What do you mean?"

"I missed you, and I need my best friend again" I smiled as I patted a spot on the couch for him to sit which he did.

"I missed you too, blondie" Adrian chuckled.

"It feels nice to see you call me that again" I smiled teasingly.

"oh you do? pancake?"

"Okay, now I think you're getting a bit carried away with the nicknames"  

"How so? Goldie locks?"

"Y/n...." We looked at each other before we both ended up laughing. "This time, nobody is ever going to separte us, not even my father"

"Pinky promise?" I stook out my pinky as he chuckled as he locked his pinky with mine.

"Pinky promise"

"Well, we can start with a sleepover later?" Adrian nodded.

"I'll go get my things" I smiled as he walked out. Alpha came out and tired walked over to me.

"Yyyyy/nnnnn!" He whined as I rolled my eyes.

"Yes?"

"I want brownies"

"I'll get my chef to bring some" I called in a chef with the com installed in my room as he brought the brownies quickly. I thanked him as I closed the door and gave him the brownies as requested. "Happy?"

"Very" I rolled my eyes as I turned on the TV.

"These victims transformed into stone beings are still like statues. The police are perplexed to what will happen to them. Will they come back to life or be frozen in time forever?

I looked at the TV confused. More stone beings? I thought we defeated it.

"Hey Alpha, I thought we were finished with that guy, why is it still going?"

"Did you capture the Akuma?" He said as he munched on a brownie.

" What's capturing the Akuma got to do with the other stone beings?"

"An Akuma can multiply, that's why it must be captured. If the boy's emotions become negative again, then the Akuma will turn him back into Stoneheart! He'll control all the stone beings and bring them to life to serve as his army!"

"Is there anything I can do about it"

"Well usually Ladybug has to do it, but you can too. You can use your staff as a net and catch all of them. but sadly you can't this time. It's all up to Ladybug."

"I can only come in when it's out of hand huh, well i hope Ladybug is up for it too"

"Me too Y/n, Me too"

(A/n: End of part one of Origins! I hope all my miraculous fans like this chapter!)

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