#bad reader

Yandere Edna mode and villian biological son reader that Edna finally manages to get him out of a high security prison and she is never going to let him go.

Look, the reader can be a over powered genius of a man that is locked up because the government wants to have his mother in check during the WW2 since the two movies are in a different set of 50s Era, so the reason why she likes JackJack can be also because she misses her own son that has been as talented as the red headed baby boy, and she's trying to fill his place in her life.

I mean there is a theory that Edna is the one that created the superheros in The Incredibles, so it makes sense she has a son that has super powers, also, she gives retired villain vibes. PLUS we can have Violet to be his biological sister as well since some people theorize she's Edna's daughter, or at least they share the same father since it's possible her parents were amongst the heros that were killed the robot Syntro had created. So ✨️Dramaaaaa✨️

What do you say?

Robot! Tsukishima Kei x Human! Reader

CW: angst, the reader being the one completely in the wrong, timeskip Tsukishima

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Your boyfriend is made of wires and metal. Behind his soft synthetic skin is a board of circuits and fans. He didn’t live off of sleep. He never rested. He charged. He didn’t have a brain, he had a motherboard. His first language was binary code. Everything about him is fake, but god he feels so real. 

His skin is warm. His hair grows just like his height. His brown eyes glimmer in the sun in a way that captivates you even though you are too prideful to say anything. And he feels or at least he pretends to. You always laughed at the way he managed to be annoyed by every single person on Earth. Everything about him screamed real, but it’s all synthetic, artificial, scripted. It’s hard having a boyfriend who is a robot. 

You started dating him thinking it was nothing serious. People ridiculed you for dating an android.

“He could never love you like a human could.”

You would nod and chuckle, knowing it to be true. C’mon, he’s synthetic, nothing could ever come from it. This dating thing wouldn’t last long, you’d say. You just enjoyed his presence, but that was your first mistake. The shared laughs, dates, stolen moments. It all became too familiar. Slowly, but surely you began to feel an emptiness when he wasn’t there. Your heart just never felt full when he was gone. But when he was present, you stuck to his side with a big cheesy grin. 

You never registered it happening. Love. You would have tried to stop it if you caught it. You and him never brought up feelings. It was, you suppose, casual. You both lived in the moment and at that moment all you wanted was him.

You couldn’t get enough of him. Not with his body pressing you to his bed, his synthetic skin warming yours. You had your arms wrapped around his neck. Hands tangled in his hair. The strands coiled around your fingers. “Kei, please,” You whined for his kisses. 

Kei chuckled heavily, his glasses fogged up from his hot breath. “I  just made out with you. How much more do you want from me?” He tries to push off of you, but you anchor him down. Your lips find his again. You breathed him in like he was your only source of oxygen. Kei’s mechanical hands tighten on your waist. Despite his nonchalant words, he pulls you in as forcefully as your kisses. 

You never dwelled on your feelings for him. The thought of loving him brought too much inner turmoil. But here in this heated moment, the words slip out before you could think to stop them. 

“Fuck, I love you.” 

The whole world comes crashing down when his lips are still against yours. A shameful, prickly feeling churns in your stomach. Your face heats when his narrowed eyes find yours. Under his burning gaze, you scramble to take it back. “No, sorry that was stupid. I honestly don't know what I was saying. You can just forget-”

“I know.” His words cut through your trance. 

You physically recoil, pushing him off of you. “The fuck you mean you know?” 

Sitting in front of you now, he gives you a snarky smile. He tactfully decides that right now is a great time to clean off his foggy glasses with the hem of his shirt. “You were just sucking the life out of me because you hadn’t seen me in 3 days. How could I not know?” 

“Well, I,” you stumble over your words. “That could have been-shit-could have been lust for all you knew.” 

“Aw, so you lust after me.” Kei tilts his head. His locks of hair swaying left. 

“You know what, screw you.” You swing your feet over the end of the bed. “I’m not taking shit from a robot who can’t have emotions like actual humans do.” Grabbing your purse with hands so tense that your veins threaten to pop. 

“Is that how you see me?” His voice is low and gruff. “A soulless machine? Incapable of anything real?” 

You dare not look over your shoulder at his questions and you dare not answer them, knowing you’d only make things worse. So you tie your shoelaces in silence. The weight on the bed shifts. His hot breath grazes your neck, making the hair on your arm stand up. 

“So what the fuck was this relationship to you, huh? Was I your little robot plaything while you were waiting for a real boyfriend who could give you real love?” 

His statements cut you because they were true and you couldn’t deny them. You couldn’t lie. “I don’t know what you want to say, Tsukishima!” You yell as you shoot up from the bed. “It’s not like we ever had a future! Robots and humans don’t belong together. They don’t work!” 

“Well, I’m glad you got some practice for your future real boyfriend.” You could hear the bitterness in his voice…and the hurt, but your pride and stubbornness forced you to walk out his room. Not once did you glance back. You didn’t see the tears that threatened to fall.

Just I silly idea I got when writing my multi chap fic that didn't quite fit, but I didn't want to throw it away

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck." Evan hissed as ink spilled on his Care of Magical Creatures essay. A legitimate reaction in his opinion, considering he'd been working on the damn thing for almost two hours now.

"And Pandora says you have the soul of a poet." Regulus snickered from his bed.

"She also says it's because I'm going to die young in tragic yet poetic circumstances."

"Makes more sense. It's certainly not your prose." He said, eyeing the piece of parchment his friend was desperately trying to salvage with disdain, "Honestly, I took a look earlier, it's a good thing you ruined it. Let it die and start again Evan."

"It's a bloody essay not a volume of poetry Reg." Evan argued, still frantically drying the places where ink had spilled to keep it from spreading.

"Doesn't mean you have to assault the eyes of our teachers with your poor sentence structure and your repetitions."

"Like I care."

"Whatever, Pandora is wrong anyway." Regulus declared, soliciting a raised eyebrow from Evan. "What? We all know Barty will die first."

Reader: "ohh are you in a relationship?"

Me: "umm... Kinda?"

Reader: "a new guy is coming into your life. You going to see potential in him."

Me: yeah... That's not gonna happen I don't do relationships.

Reader: "he will change your mind. Offer you clarity to the relationship you so want."

1920′s, Speakeasy Au.

Note: I was going to put coming soon on the top, but I’m not exactly sure if I’m gonna make more of this. I really like the idea, but it needs a lot of more work, and I might need some help with it. If someone wants to help, you can dm me, if not, that’s totally ok. This will probably just be a one shot anyway. It came to me while reading a comic and since today is international women’s day, I thought it was kind of fitting.

Prompt:—

Warning: Like always grammar errors. Spanish is my first language after all.

Word count: 468

Fandom: Tom Holland..?

Pair: Tom Holland x reader

Tags:—

Meanings: Port Sûr: Safe Harbor, Bijou: Jewel

Everyone knew about the Port Sûr bar, it was one of the most popular bars in New York City, anyone who got to perform there had their future set. It was just one of those places everyone knew and was frequented by rich folks that had big names full of advantages. And between those people where mobsters. Gang leaders, and killers. All which all they wanted to do was spill each other’s blood on the wooded floor of the fancy bar.

But not on this bar. This bar was well known for its safe heaven demeanor. No one dared to disrespect such a place, because they knew that if they did, they would have to face the owner. One of the most, ruthless beings you could ever meet. Bijou, they called her. She was fierce, and nothing could stop her from doing what she wanted. It was strange for a woman to have such control over a city, but (Y/N) (L/N) wasn’t like most. She stood up for her beliefs and learned things women weren’t allowed to learn. She broke rules, without caring of the consequences. And killed a fair share of people. She knew her way around a person, and it didn’t help that for her, every person was an open book.

And that’s what everyone was scared off.

There wasn’t a thing (Y/N) (L/N) didn’t know. And that gave her a big advantage over everyone. To the point everyone preferred to not get on her bad side.

It was as if everyone else were just puppets and she was the puppet-master, everyone did as she wished, and there were no consequences. She didn’t need bodyguards; she needed no type of protection; she was confident nothing would ever happen to her, and nothing seem to happen to her.

She was untouchable.

But sometimes, sometimes gangs would get a new leader, and a new boss. Men who thought they could rule over her. Just to soon realize, she wasn’t someone to mess around with. Not if you wished to keep yourself alive.

And recently, that seem to be the case.

The son of one of the biggest mobsters in New York City—one could say he owned it, if it wasn’t because of Bijou—Tom Holland, didn’t like how she run the place. How, a woman, could have a place in the world of men. And he wanted to get rid of her.

But he was Young, too young. And the power he had gain by the death of his father seem to get into his head. Ruling in a way unfair to everyone. And almost breaking the unspoken rule of the Port Sûr.

“You’re making a big mistake.” She spoke, with her heavy French accent.

I have some home stuff that needs to be dealt with imminently, but as soon as it's done I'll get on to reading.