Bitter (JJBA - Lisa Lisa)

♡Bitter (JJBA - Lisa Lisa)

Another one from my Wattpad, it was something I randomly put together with no thought before hand, I just wanted a strong MILF character though I did change the ending so its not ass angsty. Hope you enjoy it Bubs! Mwah~

"Baby girl I'm not asking you again." The older woman flicks her dark brown hair and goes to grab a pack of cigarettes but she stops herself.

"Sure, I'll stop when you let me out." (Y/N)'s is just as irritated as Lisa Lisa, she had thrown her into a house out of no where to keep her 'safe' from attacks. "You and I both know there isn't going to be any attacks, you just don't want Joseph to-"

"Enough." One single word has enough bark, enough cold seeped into it that it strikes (Y/N) right in her soul.

It's not Lisa Lisa's fault, really it isn't, but after everything that happened, after everything with Caesar's death and her-

She stands up and grabs the packet before she unlocks the backdoor and slams it behind her.

-No, she can't think about him, he's long gone and she has a new lover to take care off. This one way more fragile than her other, if he was stronger and still met his demise then what would happen to (Y/N)?

Her long fingers gracefully twirl the cigarette before she sighs. "I forgot the lighter." Lisa Lisa whispers bitterly as she leans her head on the wall.

'Joseph, Oh Joseph why did you have to do what you did.' The thoughts of her son run through her mind.

Oh that memory its still as fresh as when it happened, the emotions, fury, anger, sorrow, disgust, are also as fresh along with the raging wound in her heart.

Joseph was just, well just being Joseph. He had flirted with (Y/N) teasing and complimenting the (H/C) female before he started to get touchy, touchy enough that Lisa Lisa was on guard, constantly keeping an eye on the both of them. A hand around her pudgy waist, an arm hooked with her's as they walked, those small pats on her shoulders. It drove Lisa Lisa insane, but he was her son so she let it go, but then Caesar's death struck and Joseph crumbled. He craved vengeance, justice to his deceased friend and then he tried to drag (Y/N) into it, even if he didn't their relationship was too close for the pillar men to look over.

Lisa Lisa was furious with Joseph, there was shouting and throwing of glass and other objects, hurtful words and swearing and smoke. Bitter bitter smoke that engulfed the room, seeping into your clothes and filling your lungs so much you can't breathe.

(Y/N) had been caught in the middle, again, like always, and Lisa Lisa just couldn't take it anymore. No more deaths, no more pain, no more memories of a person who should be alive. So she dragged her out of that god forsaken run down apartment and threw her into this small house on the edge of nowhere. It's a bit shabby but the sky blue outside and cozy interior made up for it all, thats what Lisa Lisa thought anyways, but (Y/N) was too busy trying to get out. To try and help her idiotic son and get herself kille-

Her cigarette crumbles in her hand, her grip tightening so much that the paper contorts in all sorts of ways and the filling spills out from multiple places.

She sighs before throwing the wasted stick away and walking back into the house. It's quiet, the small cozy feeling suddenly becoming claustrophobic to her as every seems so suffocating.

"Have a nice smoke?" It's rhetorical, sarcasm dripping from her tone as (Y/N) keeps her focus on one of the many books in the house. She's not reading it but if it keeps her from looking at Lisa Lisa its all she can do. She's the reason why Lisa Lisa is trying so hard to stop smoking, because she knows how much (Y/N) despises the bitter smoke that lingers on your skin and clothes no matter how much your scrub or wash.

She just strides over and plucks the book from her hands, (Y/N) goes to shout but she beats her to it. "Don't bring that boy-" Pictures of her son as a newborn, only a few minutes old, pass through her head, but she continues. "-Don't ever bring that boy up again. Do you understand me?"

Her blue eyes narrow but (Y/N) just snatches the book back and walks off.

"Maybe don't give me ways to push your buttons and I won't, Miss Lisa Lisa." She throws the book behind her and it lands with a loud thud at the woman's feet.

Hi! I love reading your story's, can I request a yandere Hannibal x fem reader please?😊💕

It’s not surprising that Hannibal plays the long game but Hannibal also makes the game. 

It was easy for him to set up the game, almost laughably easy. He was a renowned therapist who helps police on cases, strong, smart, made a name for himself- a good name. Your parents didn’t even have a chance to have doubts when he came to ask for your hand in marriage. If anything your parents were elated, over the moon that you, the black sheep of the family, had the eye of a man like Hannibal. They practically threw poor little you to into his hands. 

One thing Hannibal likes is politeness, manners, and no matter when or how Hannibal had meet you he was struck with the need to understand you, figure you out and not in his usual killing urge type of way. After a few months or even years of following you around he finally realises what it is, love. 

Does he really think its love? Not really, its something deeper, more sinister than love. He would rip apart anyone that would try to hurt you, he wants to keep you safe with such feral intensity it’s not sane. But he himself can’t even breathe at the thought of hurting you himself either so he chalks it up with a simple word. Love. 

He should have seen it coming, really he should’ve since he had been watching and ‘protecting’ you for so long, but he’s still struck shocked when you fight back your holy matrimony with such pettiness and sass. You couldn’t stop your parents from practically forcing you to agree to marry him, getting dressed up in a dress you didn’t really care about, everything too grand and nothing like what the little girl in you envisioned. So, in retaliation you tried everything to get him to re-think his decision, anything to get him to divorce you, even if it meant being a sassy brat. Turning your nose up at his delicious food just to piss him off, doing little things you knew he hated just to push his buttons.

It’s cute, he thinks, really cute that you think being a brat would stop his heart from yearning for you so much his physically body aches being away from you. But you aren’t a brat, are you? Your just pretending because your sick of your parents stupid pressuring expectations, hating how they dictated every little thing in your life and now your ‘life’ partner. 

Every time you push and shove and take bits and pieces of his sanity it just fuels his obsession for you, every time he feels himself get frustrated or irritated it just makes him more head over heels over you. Staring at you with hearts practically in his eyes as you make his blood boil, he takes everything in stride. With a polite smile on his lips and insanity in his heart eyes. 

But he does feel bad, really he does, he feels bad that you have terrible no good rotten parents who are ready throw you to the wolves once they get their greed filled, or bad enough for a man who feels no remorse or guilt. Maybe its pity, he thinks, like how one looks at a wounded animal. But he could never see you at a level as an animal, no matter how adorably cute you are. Maybe a goddess then, a fallen goddess, he worships you as if you’re a goddess anyways, taking your sass and anger as some sort of twisted love from a holier being. 

He can’t help the feeling of amusement that bubbles up when he see’s you try to be a brat, but the manners engraved into your very soul peek out, like your body and mind are fighting on your decision to pretend to be mean when your really such a sweet nice darling. 

The little ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ that come out when you demand something from him or the sweet little ‘no thank you’ that you give him when you pretend to glare at him with faux hatred in your eyes, because you didn’t really hate him. How could you? He was unbelievably sweet and attentive, picking up on the little things you didn’t even know about yourself until he picks up on it. He was the best husband anyone could ask for, in and out, even if he could be a little serious, cold and calculative at times. Hannibal shields you from everyone, including your parents, shutting them down so quickly and efficiently when they start their bullshit of bringing you down it seems natural. 

And one day your fake anger towards him slips, your tipsy on alcohol and his love, its all consuming but it feels oddly soothing, like cool balm on an open wound. You stumble and almost trip, but his arms are already there to catch you, ready to do anything to keep you safe and without thinking you lean up and press a soft, albeit clumsy, kiss on his lips. 

Something in Hannibal snaps. The kiss, as quick and fleeting as it was felt like heaven. Like he was reborn, like for once in his life he could finally breathe.

You gave this dirty, blood-stained sinner a slice of heaven and now he’s your most devoted worshiper at your alter. For better, or for worse. 

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Hannibal has you pressed in a mean mating press, one of your legs thrown over his broad shoulders. The thin handmade anklet he got you for your wedding present, dainty and small, designed from start to finish by him with a little ‘H’ dangling on it chimes in his ear and makes his head spin. 

“I- god- I love you so much.” He groans out, sweat clinging to his brow as his messy blonde hair sticks to his skin. “Goddess." He murmurs into your skin, pressing his lips against your ankle, kissing all the way up to the side of your knee as he saours the way your skin feels on his lips. Pulling back he licks your sweat that smeared on his lips and he smirks. 

 His pupils are wide and blown as he gazes down at you with so much love and tenderness it hurts. Sweat clung to his muscular frame as he threw his head back, groaning so low you feel it in your tummy.

Your in worse shape than him, yourpractically writhing under him, not able to escape the torturous pleasure as he puts all his weight down onto you. As sweaty if not more than him, twisting and bucking and shaking, hair messed and sprawled out on the bed beneath you, eye brows knitted. Your breath being selfishly stolen by him as he takes and takes, gasps the only thing able to leaven you as well as broken keens and whimpers. You had long stopped trying to muffle your embarrassingly lewd noises, he had practically growled at you to let them out, not letting you hide anything from him. 

Sparks zing up your spine as he hits deep and a wail leaves you, your hand coming to push at his lower stomach, nails scratching over his muscles. Hannibal moans and his eyes roll at the feeling, quickly snatching your hand he slams it softly next to your head. His fingers entwining with his as he locks them together. 

Long deep slow strokes makes your brain melt out of your ears, brain gone all fuzzy as you get addicted to him and his touch. 

“Take it sweetheart, I know you can.” His breath hitches as he forces your thighs open wider to accommodate him, he looms over your more and the change of position makes you cry out. “Let me worship you my goddess, your mine, all mine.”  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Woo wee thats finally done! I hope my first proper attempt at smut was ok I think there was another ask for Hannibal but it was H/C's, I'LL GET TO YOU MY LOVELY I PROMISE 😭 Im trying to get back into writing but its hard, im sorry but I will get to you all. Some might be before others just because some things kick start my writing process 🥺 But please keep sending requests I love the ideas and support even if it takes me a bit to get to them. Hope you enjoy lovelies.

~Mwah ♡

✧REQUESTS ARE OPEN!✧

Heya Bubs!

I just want to say that requests are open!! I finally got some motivation and ya girl is in her two week holidays (even though its almost the end of the first week oops-) but even if I do have the drive to write all the idea's I have aren't doing it for me. When I'm in a funk I can't think of idea's and need a little push so please request!!

I do head canons and prompts! You can also just shoot a character and idea you have!!

Also I do subjects like Self Harm comfort and mental illnesses and chronic illnesses!!!

Unless told otherwise I do chubby female reader, so if you want anything else please specify!!

I do mostly Soft!Yandere stuff and I write for alot of fandoms!! Like; -Sunny day jack -Your Boyfriend -Moon Knight -Bucky Barnes -Star Wars -Marvel Characters -MHA/BNHA -Overwatch -One Piece -Resident Evil (Only Karl) -Detroit Become human -Demon Slayer -Free! -Naruto -Noragami -Batfam -Genshin Impact -JJBA -JJK -The Arcana (Game) -Hannibal characters -Obey Me! -Hetalia

And more!! If you have something that isn't in this list, your more than welcomed to ask! I probably missed a few oops-

I only have a few rules so please follow them! -I don't write any Yanderes ABUSING their darling (mention of past abuse or someone else abusing darling is fine) -I DO NOT WRITE PREGNANCY STUFF!!!!! -NO RACISM! -IF YOU DO NOT LIKE SOMETHING DO NOT READ! Don't be that ass who trolls! -I write for chubby body's mainly and non-specified bodies (aka I wont mention weight or height etc.) as I only really see chubby bodies being represented when its asked. If an anon asks for something the body type is usually always interpreted as skinny which is absolutely okay but I write for my own selfishness so I will only write SPECIFICALLY for skinny bodies if it's commissioned.

I look forward to anything you can come up with!! :D

~Mwah

♡Puppy Love (Megumi - JJK)

This was requested from my Wattpad! My requests are open so please do send in any ideas you have! I would love to write them!! I'm a huge sucker for soft Megumi so I hope you enjoy bubs! ~Mwah

“Meggie come on!” The (H/C) little girl giggles as she tugs the non-cholent male along. 

He just rolls his eyes and lets the girl have her fun. “I thought I told you not to call me that.”

The two had meet when they were little, Gojo had stumbled across little (Y/N) trying to help a confused small, harmless, cursed spirit. She could see them, that’s where her sorcery stops though. She can’t fight or use any cursed techniques, she’s just a normal girl who can see spirits.

Still, Gojo introduced her to Megumi to try and get the small boy more sociable. It didn’t work, much to no-ones surprise, but the head of the Zenin clan did make a connection to (Y/N). They were almost inseparable, Megumi ripping away from his clan and school to hang out at her house and go on little friend “dates”.  Even when Megumi went through his “tough, delinquent” guy phase, (Y/N) was right there to tend to his wounds (while scolding him) and lessen the amount of beating he dished out.

And how could the female not gush over his wolves, they were so cute! Acting as guard dogs to everyone else but little pups to her. There were even a few times where they would snap at Megumi for taking all of (Y/N)’s attention.

Everyone is shocked when they see how softly he treats (Y/N), sure he may pick and prod and be an absolute ass, but you could see how his body would relax once he felt her presence. 

So then why did this happen? 

A sob racks through (Y/N)’s body as her hands come up to push feebly at Megumi’s shoulders, she kicks her legs out to try and strike anything she can, but he just pins them down with his own. 

“(Y/N) stop struggling, you’re only going to hurt yourself.” He tries to keep his voice calm, but annoyance grips his mind as he struggles to keep her down.  

A small cry escapes her chapped lips as she manages to elbow his cheek, it doesn’t hurt him, but it does manage to make him snap. One of Megumi’s hands come to swipe both of her wrists whilst the other pushes her body down by her torso making (Y/N) grimace as she feels his hand press against her rolls. 

“Enough.” He says through grit teeth. 

Though he can’t stay angry once he sees her face, flushed and eyes puffy with tears streaming down her face along with snot. Betrayal clear in her eyes and he has to keep himself from wincing. 

“I’m not trying to hurt you and I’m not going to hurt you” The tone of his voice is soft, and in normal circumstances it would calm her down, but this isn’t a normal circumstance. “Can’t you see my love? If you marry me, I can keep you safe 24/7 and I can shower you with everything you need, everything you want, everything you deserve. So why are you still fighting me? Didn’t you say you loved me?” 

The female under him sniffles and tries tugging her wrists to no avail. “You can’t force me Megumi! I loved you as a brother, as my best friend! How could you do this to me! You wouldn’t do this if you really lo-”

His hand that was pressed against her stomach comes to slap over her mouth. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” She winces at the action, but his voice isn’t angry, it’s sad. 

A soft kiss is pressed to her right cheek, then her left, the middle of her forehead and then last to the tip of her nose. He nuzzles his face into the crook of (Y/N)’s neck and she swears she can feel the way his eyelashes flutter against her skin and he closes them. 

“I don’t care if you love me romantically or not.” He inhales deeply, loving the unique smell of her. Not her perfume, her body wash or sweat, just the scent of her that lingers on everything she owns. “You love me, it doesn’t matter if it’s brotherly or not and that’s enough for me. I love you. So, so, so much that it hurts to see you unhappy, to see you get hurt repeatedly because your just so fucking nice to everyone.” 

Megumi moves his head back so he can stare into her eyes, (Y/N) turns her head to look away so she doesn’t get trapped in his dark blue pools, but his fingers just delicately move her chin to look back to him. 

“I know I’m selfish my darling, but I know that I can look after you better than anyone else can, better than you can yourself.” 

She tries to say something but the hand on her mouth doesn’t budge. 

He sighs before rolling his neck, groaning when he hears that satisfying pop before letting his hand move away from her mouth to back to her soft stomach. In this angle, with the moonlight shining onto his pale face and his black hair soaking up the rays, he kind of looks angelic. Like her Meggie, the one who wouldn’t do this, who wouldn’t do anything of this. Who wouldn’t force the idea of marrying him onto her, who wouldn’t have hands pinning her down as he rambles on how he would lock her away from everyone. But when he tilts his head back down and the shadows come back to his face, she sees a stranger, HER Meggie no-where to be found leaving only Megumi. 

“Sweetheart I promise that I won’t force anything else onto you, but I have to do this.” He brings her hands to his mouth, his lips gazing over her knuckles. The feeling making the female whine and wriggle underneath him. Moving her hands from his mouth to the side of his face, he nuzzles into her palms and almost purrs at the familiar warmth. “Let me be your Meggie, please?” 

(Y/N) breathes deeply to try and ground herself, but the scent of Megumi fills her brain. He smells like ocean breeze bodywash with a hint of woody cologne, it’s not remarkable and definitely not noteworthy but he smells like home. Like comfort. Like a warm safe blanket and it makes her head spin.  

She opens her mouth but her eyes glaze over and a soft chuckle escapes Megumi’s lips as he looks down adoringly at (Y/N). At his (Y/N). 

Yandere who’s the mother to your partner.

Their child had always been a little shit, going out of their way from when they were younger to make their mothers life hell. Their father had been practically non existant from their lives and their mother tried everything to keep them well looked after, loved and feed. Taking on multiple jobs to keep giving extra money for going out with friends and trips but never did anything for herself.

Still her child never said or did one nice thing from her and leeched off her until they moved away too late into their lives.

She had lost her motherly care for her child when they hit late teens as she finally saw they would never change but she kept looking after them till the end.

Then one day they call her up asking her to meet their s/o, you.

She doesn’t think much of it and goes into auto-pilot mode to prepare everything, puts a fake smile on when her child walks in but quickly drops it when she see’s you.

Immediately loving you from when she see’s you shyly saying hi and handing her wrapped fruit and profusely apologising that you didn’t cook anything or bring anything expensive.

She quickly snaps out of it though and ushers you inside while cooing at you and saying how the fruit is more than okay and how much she’s happy you thought of her, praising you for buying such fresh and picking the perfect ripe fruit.

Your s/o thinking nothing of it as they walk around the house like….. their own home (because it was) and going about dinner with their mother not really talking much as their mother askes you as many questions that won’t make you uncomfortable or pushy.

She is over the moon when you click with her and her eyes basically turn into hearts as you ask HER questions and help her clear the plates. She can just tell you’re a good cookie at heart and definitely gives you HER number to keep in contact.

Humming away while she sweeps the house while thinking of how wonderful you are she stops when she gets to the thought about you being with her child.

“I’m happy they found someone like (Y/N)….” 

Because she is happy that your wonderful but the thought of you being with HER child leaves this taste in her mouth.

She shakes it off though and continues her night.

--

She calls and texts as much as she can, what turned into going to her house once a month turned into every few weeks then every week then almost every day.

Now you were a little awkward, shy and apprehensive at first. Not being good with new people but you were just so nice how could she not look over all that? And you being a shy little cutie just made her fall in love with you more!

It’s not like you really minded, your s/o’s mother is unbelievably nice to you? Score! Especially since your own relationship with your mother was rocky to say the least. Finally having a loving care taker figure in your life made you so happy, and that was shown in how you would smile more and how much your mental health improved. 

The s/o in question didn’t care, you were getting along with their mother? Cool. 

It’s not like they were bad, it was a good relationship. You could bond over things and you loved them but… it felt like they loved the idea of you more than you yourself. 

But you always shook that feeling off because this was the first okay relationship you have had ever, and now you have an amazing mother figure in your life!! How could you ruin something like this!

…..

Until she can see how you try not to grimace at the thought of her child, when you seem like you don’t want to leave but you have to. She can tell what your thinking because she has BEEN there and knows her child, she could let it slide for herself but not you. Oh no not poor you.

You always had hinted that bad stuff had happened to you, glossing over people taking advantage over you and close family hurting and gaslighting you to think it was your own fault for stuff but when she prods a little bit one day and you just sob and sink into her arms that’s when the damn breaks.

S/o didn’t do anything, you promise! and everything has been going fine, good even. You finally have someone to talk to! Her! It’s going amazing!!

But life piles on and on and even though this has been going well other things happen and it just adds onto the pile that’s been forming for months, its like when one good thing happens 5 bad things happen right after and your s/o isn’t much help. You feel like a burden going to them so you don’t. 

When she hears this she nearly goes crazy right then and there but she just pulls you into her warm arms that feel like a safe barrier to you and the outside world, your still sitting in your chair but she’s over you and pressing your face into her stomach and it feels like everything melts away.

Not just the day or bad months, it feels like all those years of hurt come back out because you finally feel safe and all you can do is wail as you rub your wet face into her shirt. 

It feels like eternity with her rubbing your back and whispering sweet words into your ear, encouraging you to steady your breathing by purposely slowing hers down, before you start to lessen your whole body convulsing sobs into little sniffles and whines. 

“Sweet heart you are the most strong person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting, you keep going when things are constantly bringing you down. I’m proud of you.”

Those last few words send you into another sob session but you just hold her tighter and she kisses the crown of your head.

She soothes you through your endless amount of tears, whispering soft words and humming soothingly. Fetching you a glass of water to rehydrate and invited you to help her make some of her specialty chocolate chip cookies.  The rest of the day is spent in giggles and laughter in her warm and cozy kitchen, then eating one too many of her delicious gooey cookies before she puts you down for a nap.  And just like today when she comforted you, she would be there to comfort you a few days later when your s/o suddenly goes missing. Promising she will always be there for you, telling you to sleep over at her house, saying its no trouble at all and that she doesnt want to be alone at a time like this. The house just feels so empty for the mother now! How cruel! You wouldn’t want her to be all alone now would you, not when she’s oh so nice and makes the best yummiest foods. 

All while she keeps the secret that she was the one dispose of her no good wretched child…. And her child’s disappearance was almost identical to her cheating husbands…. Hmm what a coincidence.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have a sweet spot for MILF and DILF's and I secretly love this character already so if you want this lovely yandere to be a staple yandere on my Tumblr please please tell me ♡ Mwah~

♡Platonic Love (BNHA - L.O.V)♡

Who would have guessed, another story from my Wattpad (with a few alterations). I have a soft spot for this one shot and even though I have so many ideas for this same story I'll wait until my lovelies ask for more. My requests are open! Please, please ask me/request stories from me! I love them! Hope you enjoy it Bubs! ~Mwah

(Y/N)'s a nice girl, always helping people in need, giving all of her. Though sometimes she's too nice, and that's how she got thrown into the villain’s lair.

"Dabi, have you finished Toga's hair?" The female yells running around trying to find a red tie.

"I did braids today."

Yelping, (Y/N) turns around to see him right next to her. "What did I tell you about sneaking up on me? but thank you, now you go and fix your own hair. I'm not letting you out with that rat’s nest." She pinches his cheek softly before her eyes land on the red fabric, (Y/N) quickly grabs it and rushes to Toga before kneeling to tie it around her neck.

"Try not to get blood on your outfit today, okay? It took me hours to get it off last week." Standing up she pats the younger girl’s head.

"I'll try not to!" Toga jumps up from her chair and does a little spin. "Thank you (Y/N)!"

Sighing a small smile spreads in her lips. "Your very welcome, just do a last check to make sure you have everything. I'll go find Shigaraki."

The blonde nods and that’s all (Y/N) needs before she starts fussing about again, she knocks the door and waits a bit before turning the knob, her eyes widen at the scene.

"Shigaraki! Young man what did I tell you? You have a mission in-" She looks at the pink, digital anime clock on his messy desk. "-In less than five minutes!!"

"But I don't want to go, why do I have to join those idiots anyways." He huffs crossing his arms, but he spins around his baby pink chair so he's facing her.

She sends him a sharp look that shuts him up, he lowers his arms and tilts his head down in shame.

"Look, Baby. I know you want to keep playing but this mission is very important." She runs a hair through his white locks, her fingers massaging all the right places to make him putty in her hands. "But you need to go, I promise when you get back, I'll make you some chocolate pancakes, you can continue playing and hey, I might even play a few matched with you. That is only if you go without any more fuss, okay?"

He wordlessly nods but she just smiles. "And no more calling your team mates idiots." She softly slaps his head.

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"You really didn't have to do all this." (Y/N) says as the group of villains shower her with gifts and food.

They had whisked her out of that cramped base to have an outing day, (after they had done enough dirty work to get the money and to make sure no-one would ruin the day for her).

"You always help us, it's not like we're doing anything too crazy." Dabi says nonchalantly looking at some shops with his hoodie low so it covers most of his face.

Rolling her eyes, she nudges him with her elbow. "Really? Then I must've saw wrong when you got all excited while dressing up this morning." (Y/N) teases.

A blush spreads in his face and he grumbles something before swapping places with Toga.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Let's play this claw game please-" Before the girl can drag her, an explosion interrupts them.

They all immediately push (Y/N) behind them, Dabi and Mr. Compress at the front with Toga and Shigaraki on either side of her.

Standing there is a boy, around the same age as Toga with spiky blonde hair and raging red eyes.

"It's one of those UA students." Toga growls out angrily, they just had to interrupt their time with mom.

"Wow it must be my lucky day, all the villains in a row for me to beat up." His voice is loud and scratchy, (Y/N) has to stop herself from wincing.

Before he can continue, Dabi appears behind him and throws a ball off fire. The younger male jumps out of the way and lights a spark at Dabi but he's already in front of (Y/N) with the others.

"Keep mom safe." Is the only order Dabi gives before he runs at him again.

(Y/N) is shoved in the middle of all of them as they make a circle around her, her vision being blocked off by bodies and fire. Everything happens so quickly and all you can hear are screams and explosions, there's sirens wailing in the distance and when she finally pushes away from them all she sees Shigaraki enclosing his hand around the boy's neck.

"STOP!"

Her voice is so loud it echo's, Shigaraki keeps one finger off his neck before looking at her.

Turning around to the rest she points at them. "You all, stay." Whipping back around she walks over to the two boys.

"Off." Her voice leaves no room for any argument as she crosses her arms.

"But he-"

Not letting him continue, (Y/N) cuts him off with a stern "Off."

Shigaraki contemplates for a moment, looking between the boy under him and (Y/N) a few times before he begrudgingly gets off of the boy.

They're both beaten black and blue, Shigaraki having one or two burns and she doesn't even need to turn around to see that Dabi's bleeding from his staples.

She crouches down next to the boy and there's a few shouts, but no-one stops her. "What’s your name?" Her voice is a tad softer but still strict.

The boy looks back up at her, his brows furrowing. 'Is this some sort of trick?'

(Y/N) sighs before running her eyes along his body, he has is fair share of burns and bruises and he's bleeding a bit but nothing too bad.

"Look, we aren't doing anything bad, and you look beaten up. Why don't you run along, and we can put this behind us.-" She tries to compromise but he just goes to use his quirk.

Before he can do any damage, Mr. Compress captures him in a little marble.

"Atsuhiro!" (Y/N) scolds crossing her arms.

"I'm really sorry but he was going to hurt you!" He quickly defends himself.

Rubbing her temples, everyone turns quiet for a moment before she breaks it. "Just make sure not to hurt him and drop him off at a hospital. Got it?"

He nods and Toga immediately jumps onto her to give her a hug.

"I'm sorry today turned out like this." She pouts.

"It’s okay hun, I enjoyed everything else though." (Y/N) gives a kiss to her forehead.

Behind her Dabi nods to Mr. Compress, they didn't like lying or going against (Y/N)'s word but that brat tried to hurt their mom and they aren't going to overlook that.